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This is John P. with you on Peninsula FM, reminding all of you out there to

hunker down. We have heavy rain warnings. We have wind warnings. All of

warnings. That's all right, because I'll be here all day and all of the night

keeping you company and keeping you up to date.

So stay tuned for road closures. And guys, please be safe out there.

All the rooms ready?

That is a saffron question.

Well, if they fill up, I guess we can put people off to the conference room?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, and do we have batteries?

Uh, trying to draw with all the stuff we never use.

G'day, Cole.

Shit.

Hey.

Hey,

Ben.

What do you want?

My dad's idea says you've got vacancies.

You've got to be taking the piss.

Get out. Get out, Burnsy. I was going to call ahead, but I figured you guys

wouldn't want to see me.

Oh, you got that right.

Who else knows where we are?

No one.

I've come to make amends, Cole.

Vinnie.

I did you wrong, and I'm sorry.

That's what I'm here to say.

I'll get you that room.

Cole. It's okay.

Nice play.

How'd you find us?

Well, you know me, Cole.

Tracking people's what I do.

The website.

We were only up there for half a day, so why were you looking?

Like I said... You flew all this way to say sorry.

I retired a month ago.

Thought I'd do a spot of fishing, catch up on all the binge -watching people

talking about the...

It's hard to relax and enjoy the pension room.

You've got a guilty conscience.

Yoo -hoo!

Hey. Just getting my plough walking before the storm.

Nothing.

Hello. Hello, uh, Clay. Clay Burns.

I'm an old friend of Coles from Sydney.

Oh.

Ah, right, yeah, this is Maxine, our, uh, feminine guest.

An old friend, you say?

I'm beginning to think that Vanessa and Peter didn't have any friends, and I

never visit them.

It's a bit of a pity that you've found me before the storm.

Mind you're insane, that clay. It can be quite romantic to hunker down safe in

the weather.

Righto, let's go.

Ah, well, nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.

Thanks, ladies.

Hi, Jamie, have you been listening to Peninsular FM by any chance?

I'm too busy trying to save people from themselves.

Bro, the beach is closed.

Something's off at the radio station. Do you want to swing past, check it out?

No can do.

Well, I can go. Maybe there was just some really weird noises and now

just no music.

Yeah, or you could just leave it.

Focus on running your place.

Jamie. Bye, buddy.

Hey, hey. Hey. Where are you off to?

Radio station.

Jamie's still being really odd.

Is there anything to you?

No. No, he hasn't. Radio station.

Peninsula FM.

Something just sounded really off and now just dead air.

And you want to get away from Burnsy?

I mean, I'd love to know how he found us. That's that one's website, remember?

That was up for half a day.

Why was he looking?

I don't buy that he's come here to apologise.

But he says he's retired, he has regrets.

Oh, yeah, I regret not hitting him with that torch. OK, I know you don't trust

him and I don't blame you, but I just... If he was going to share our location,

I don't think he'd be here.

So let me hear what he has to say.

OK, and then what?

Are we just supposed to walk away from another life now?

Showing them why it's really you.

You tell them you're late.

Always closed into more.

Already? Yeah. Three trees are down.

Suggesting that we transport him to the police station.

You don't have room, do you?

Right, shall we complete an initial scene investigation? He choked on a

sandwich. Jamie, I hate to say this.

Here we go.

The food was at the front of his mouth, the door was open, and there are fibres

on his neck. There.

See?

John C's a good guy.

Why would he know me? I didn't realise you knew him. I'm sorry.

Well, I didn't really. I saw him around.

I can look after things here if you need to be elsewhere.

No.

Look, if you really think something's up, I'll call Annette. You just said the

road's closed. She won't get here. She's a working detective.

Jamie, what is going on here? We need to work with what we've got.

Do you want a second opinion?

There's black fibres under the nails and...

That looks like traces of blood.

So someone will have a defence injury?

There's evidence he was eating, choked on his food.

But I can see ligature marks, unidentified fibres on his neck, so

strangulation.

OK, Jamie, what is going on?

If Cole or I have said or done anything to upset you, please, I really want to

know. OK, fine.

Are you actually ex -police?

Sorry? Mate, I never questioned it.

Um, where's this coming from? There's nothing online.

Not one thing. I can Google myself and find results.

My recruit graduation photo. The time I did traffic safety at the primary

school. Mate, there's a choice.

We don't want an online presence.

Well, Detective Granger called New South Wales to check your story.

I see.

Shit. They didn't know you.

That's how Burnsy found us. So he wasn't actively looking.

What's the big secret?

Who's Burnsy?

Excuse me.

What the hell is going on?

Uh, Constable Jamie Hyder, you are... Simone Cassidy, Pinister FM.

There's an idiot.

John's not answering the studio phone.

Oh. Okay.

No. Uh, no.

No.

Have you met Vanessa and Peter's fan?

They have a friend?

Yeah. His name's Clayton Burns.

He's from the Australian police.

I think he's in Unit 12.

Okay. New theory.

501.

501. Criminals who have been deported from Australia.

This Burns guy is here to check on them. Peter and Vanessa are not criminals.

Right. If they got deported to New Zealand, they'd have to be New

They're putting on Australian accents.

Why would they do that?

Kia ora.

Kia ora.

Got any rooms?

We have one studio unit available.

A lot of people trapped by this weather.

Yeah, just like my clients. I picked them up from the point this morning and

we can't get back.

Oh.

Maxine, welcome.

Oh, Dylan.

Turbo Kiwi Tourist. Ah.

Would your studio unit fit five French tourists?

Mine barely fits Mark, you know, and he lives in a tank.

The bosses said we can offer a free airbed or mattress for the night in the

conference room.

Maraistos. It's cool. I'll let them know.

Not criminal.

I still love them, even if they are on the run, having betrayed the head of

their organised crime network.

In fact, I love them even more.

I was at home when I heard the dead year, and I thought, idiot, he's a

you know?

So then I thought, all right,

Simi has to save the day again.

So you knew each other well then?

We were ships at night, babes.

Took me to my worst fear, actually, cos I live alone, you know?

No, no, no. And we're back.

Sorry about the interruption. Normal transmission now resumed.

This is Simona Cassidy with you on Peninsula FM, keeping you warm through

storm.

Right.

We can't have dead air during a weather event. People rely on us for important

information. This is a suspicious death. You don't want to contaminate the

scene. What do you mean suspicious? It's a ham sandwich, isn't it? There might

be more to it.

Wait, yeah, there should out of me when I'm about to spend the day alone in the

studio. Ah, no, you can't do that. Yeah, do you have some kind of long playlist

you can put on? And leave the community in the lurch?

I don't think so.

Hey, I'm getting hammered by comms.

Storm was causing havoc on the roads.

Okay, what's happening with the body?

An off -duty GP is turning up to transport him to the medical centre

undertaker can get here.

Well, I can stay, see the body off, make sure the scene is preserved.

It's fine, mate. I've got a cupboard.

Okay. Fine.

Thanks.

Just a reminder, friend, essential travel only.

Keep the roads clear. See what you can find out about her for emergency access.

And don't become an emergency yourself.

Yep. No problem. Okay, thank you. Bye.

Peace offering.

Duty free.

Call around?

No.

Suspicious death in town he's seen guarding, because that's all we can do

days. Oh, yeah.

Detective Granger from Auckland said that you're consulting here.

Of course you are.

You can take the cold outs out of the police, but you can't take the police...

That's not our name.

Not anymore.

Why are you really here, Burnsy?

Not to beg forgiveness?

Well, why, that's hard to believe.

Well, there has to be something in it for you.

Someone offered you money, you're still gambling.

God, no.

No, I think it was a bloody wake -up call, losing Cole.

And you.

I've had to live with myself ever since.

Yeah, we've had to live with what you did.

Here.

You're right.

I shouldn't have come.

I'll get out of your way.

Roads are closed.

Well, just stay in my room until they're open again.

Hi. I'm really hoping you have a room available.

We sure do. Like you last.

Thank goodness.

Thank you.

Can't be out there, huh?

Got any luggage you need help with?

No, I came into town for supplies and now I can't get back to my place.

What about a first aid kit and grass there?

One. Oh.

Oh, God, I didn't even realise.

You don't know you got it?

It must have been the trees on the road. I got out of the car to try and move

them, but I must have walked into a branch.

Thank you. Just come past the section if you need anything at all. Right.

Jonty's gone to the medical centre for now.

Oh, poor thing.

Is family local, or...? Ah, Auckland, I think.

Honestly, we barely even knew each other.

Right.

Looks like you had a big career in the city there.

Don't pretend you don't know who I am, sweetie.

Oh, I'm not from around here, so... Birdo and Timmy's morning asylum.

Auckland's top -rating breakfast show in 2022.

Nice.

Well, now you're here. Change of pace, or...? Exactly.

Should you be doing that? In the absence of city homicide, yes.

Couldn't find out as much as I can. Anyone that had history with John T.

Any conflict in his life, if that is.

Ooh. Bit of an ante.

He had a dumb phone.

As opposed to a smartphone.

The popular 10C.

And my elderly mother.

I don't suppose you know where Junty parks?

No, I don't, sorry.

I'll see if I can find it.

Might be long.

Sorry to bother you, Wendy.

Do you happen to know a John Key Darwin?

No. No, I do not.

You sure about that?

He's a DJ at the radio station.

Well, I'm not local. We used to have a holiday house over on the point.

Look, I'm sorry. I've really got to phone my family. They'll be frantic.

No privacy settings.

Classic. What have you got?

Just a lot of lovely family photos.

Wendy and her husband.

Wendy and her daughter.

We're looking for a link between her and Jonty Darwin.

Little stalker's hack for you. New Zealand company's office.

So useful when screening new girlfriends.

Because a business in liquidation is a red flag for me.

Okay, worth a crack.

I'll take Jonty, you take Wendy.

Russian W.

There's a company here listed Jonty Darwin Media sole trader.

Nothing for Wendy, but she does give homemakers. Hang on, hang on, that

Look at that.

John T's company is registered to this address, Wendy's.

Now, that is what I call a link.

Good -looking fella.

Not my type.

Was he a bit of a celebrity handing these things out?

Yes, maybe. He thought he was famous.

Right, yeah, I'm just trying to get a...

A picture of who this guy was.

Okay. All I do know, crap taste of music.

Yeah, I can't comment. My wife has the music taste of a 78 -year -old man.

Hey, hey, hey, nothing wrong with that. I'm partial to a bit of Elvis myself.

Oh, yeah, her father was in a cover band. She grew up going from soundcheck

soundcheck.

She loved it. She even got me into it.

Oh, well, in that case, this next one is for you.

And your gorgeous wife.

to suggest they were related or... Oh, little aged get romance going on. All

social media pics of the happy family.

The daughter.

She's around the same age as Jonty.

Name? Uh, Eloise.

Eloise Ruxton? Mm -hmm.

Found her.

Any pics of her and Jonty? Not that I can see.

A lot of memes and selfies and... and Tay -Tay quotes.

And I'm not talking lover.

I'm talking tortured poets. I'm talking all -too -well ten -minute version. You

know what I'm saying, Benny.

I really don't.

This girl is going through a breakup.

And hell hath no fury like a mother's scorn.

Exactly.

Are you bailing on us, Wendy?

Why did you say you didn't know John T. Darwin?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. It's just... I lost my temper and before I knew what I was

I... Oh, God.

Wendy?

Is there something you want to confess?

Yes.

How did you know the victim, John T. Darwin?

He was in a relationship with my daughter until six weeks ago.

And what's your daughter's name? Eloise.

But she has no idea what I've done.

Oh, God, she's going to be so cross with me.

Let's just focus on her right now.

Oh, Jonty was the love of her life.

He was part of our family, and then he just dumped her by text.

I mean, she didn't even know why.

The radio silence.

Radio silence.

And for weeks, my 17 -year -old daughter was sleeping in my bed every night

because she was so heartbroken.

This morning, I was driving by and I just thought, stuff it.

In a funny way, I do want him to know it was me.

So the victim didn't see you at all?

You came at him from behind?

Well, he wasn't there.

He wasn't where?

There. I'd never have done it in front of him.

So... Wait.

Mrs Rushton, you did confess to killing Jonty Darwin, correct?

Oh, pardon?

What do you think you confessed to?

My kid is Minnie.

I'm sorry, Jon... Jon... Jonty...

Dead?

Oh, my God.

You didn't think to check what she was confessing to?

Wendy made it pretty clear she'd done something unforgivable and the fence

on her head. From a fallen tree, she says.

Well, she checked out the enclosure on that route. Jamie, we've got a problem

here. You didn't check your facts.

Yeah, OK.

Fair enough.

But also, there's a disconnect.

Me and you.

Annette Granger should never... Any decent senior detective would have

that... Realised what?

That we were putting distance between ourselves and Detective Burns, and she

just told him exactly where to find her. You could have been honest with me in

the first place.

Like, hey, we're in witness protection.

We're not.

Wendy, how are you holding up?

I just want to go back to my room and have a cup of tea. Is that okay? Of

course. I'm so sorry for your loss.

State Highway remains closed.

Slipper Hill remains closed.

They're sledding in the main road out of Rexton Town.

So stay safe and stay tuned to Simona Cassidy of Peninsula FM.

Was John here a journalist as well as a DJ?

I think he may have written some articles for More White Time.

Okay, take care. Thanks.

Hi, honey.

Lines are running hot.

Hey, I found something that might be worth looking into.

Uh -huh? Notes for a newspaper story Jonti was working on about a local tour

operator. Sent you a pic.

Okay.

Apparently this guy was a shoddy operator ripping off tourists.

Turbro Kiwi Tours. Are you serious?

What, another one? Sleeping in our conference room, yeah.

Can I have a word? Hey.

Maxine was saying you and your hubby do a little ballroom dancing.

Ah, rock and roll.

Well, Burnsy was saying give you enough bourbon and you'll just show off the

move.

Dirty now.

I'll be back in a sec. Sorry, can I fire up the jukebox? Clients are really

keen. Go for it.

Maxine? Yeah?

Do you want to stay away from this creep?

Oh, is he a womanizer, is he?

Yeah.

Give me your hands.

Oh, thanks.

Okay, here we go.

Clayton, do you like to boogie?

Oh, sorry.

Two left feet, I'm afraid.

Now, this is how we see out a storm.

Turbo, cue, we start, okay?

Creep?

That hurts, Vin.

You said you were going to stay in the room until the road's cleared.

But you knocked on the door.

I'm more interested in finding out about you and Cole than jumping my bone.

What did he tell her?

Take a seat.

Thanks.

You knew John T. Darwin well?

Unfortunately.

So you knew he was writing a piece accusing you of being a city operator.

Look, is this about the pub?

Look, he threw hands first, mate.

You had a brawl with him? When?

Last night. It was just self -defense.

What a wanker.

What did you just say?

There's a girly drink you got there, man.

A girly drink?

Look, if Jossie's going to press charges, then I'll press them right

Well, I don't think he's going to be pressing any charges from the body bag

currently occupying.

Eh?

What? What happened?

What, did the storm get him?

No. A human did.

A human who will have defense injuries, scratch marks, or similar.

Hold it. Hold the hell up. When forensics get through, they'll be able

identify the tissue under his fingernails.

So if there's anything you want to say in the meantime... Yeah, Chompy did

He scratched me last night in the pub.

What the hell?

That thing actually cost me like $12, but, uh...

I'm a truth teller, Dylan.

You're nothing but a scammer.

Look at you, eh? Coming from the city, picking on the locals, trying to make

ends meet. Don't think yourself as the victim.

Hey.

Ah!

What the hell?

I didn't ask you to do that. You come near me again, you'll regret it.

It's convenient timing.

Where were you this morning, Dylan?

With my clients. You sure?

You seem to need time to think about that.

Look, we met at nine.

Brunch at the craft brewery, then here. That's it. Ask him.

Okay. And remember, the beaches are still closed.

So stay inside.

Oh, pass.

Any booze in there?

Oh, this hungering down can get a bit dull once the initial excitement weaves

off.

So...

Shall we rate the price covered?

Sure, why not? I like your style.

Well, maybe I just want to loosen your tongue so I can interrogate you.

I totally did it.

We'll soon find out.

Well, crack into some cheap promo grub and see what happens.

Maybe you want to go and check all of the units, make sure everyone's happy?

Oh, no, I can do. Cole asked me to stalk Simona.

Generally or something specific?

Generally, and I am all over it. Simona is hilarious.

Here we go.

This is my first topless breakdown possibly run!

Okay.

Oh.

Come with me.

Vanessa, I love that you've been overprotected, but I'm a big girl and I

places are really interesting. No, no, no, no.

I need you.

Dylan, I'd love to have that chat with your client now.

Ah, of course.

La propriétaire aimerait vous demander quelque chose. S 'il vous plaît, dites

-lui que j 'étais avec vous toute la journée.

Ah, ma quelle est la vérité?

Oh, um, this is my friend Maxime. She's spent some time in France.

I have.

And so, was Dylan with them at the craft brewery?

Mingle. The new Mingle.

Pretty sure that means no.

Shit.

There goes the power lines.

So, what happens now?

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Boom. We have a generator.

Fear not, listeners, I'm still here, Simona Cassidy with you on Peninsula FM.

One of my old colleagues, one broadcaster of the year, for who worked

weather event like this.

Nice.

Now, this is not the best party wine, but it will do the trick.

It's okay while you're working.

Just a cheeky little one.

Cheers.

Cheers. Thank God for generators, eh?

Saffron, why is the generator not working?

You did fill up the generator like I asked you to a couple of weeks ago.

I was going to get round to it.

Oi!

Where are you headed, mate?

Look, this place is giving me the shit, okay? I feel like I've done something

wrong. You have.

You lied about where you were when Johnsy died.

Okay.

Look, I wasn't with Fabrice and the others, okay?

I was up the bush track prepping for the day still.

Why do you just say that?

Look, kiwi aren't easy to see, right? Especially during the day.

Being nocturnal.

So I give my clients a little bang for their buck, you know?

Okay, a couple of...

Droppings along the bush track, some seaweed footprints.

If they can't be seen, I make

sure they're here.

So you are scamming your clients.

If we go up there, are we going to find the stuff that you planted?

Maybe if the rain hasn't washed it away.

Plus it's your word then.

The Hivers guys are working hard to locate the lines down, but we may be in

a dark few hours.

But I'll be here through the night to hold you tight till the sun comes out

again.

Hello? Are you alone?

Yeah, I'm in the prize cupboard.

I love a train wreck, and Simi never met a table she didn't want to dance on or

fall off.

Yeah, she's a colourful character.

Have fun watching the reels I just sent you.

Still don't know why I'm doing this. Because you still love me and Cole,

Plus, it'd be really good to confirm this alibi.

OK. Mercy, still keep going. Just up ahead.

Got it.

Enough battery power to prove it was planted this morning?

Yeah, almost full power.

OK. Love your work, Jamie. Thanks.

Honestly, chunky tour operator.

Not a killer.

You said it.

Oh, finally.

Anything urgent?

Nah, just our cleaner calling.

Hotel business.

Hey, is there any more booze out the back? That wine's a bit, uh... There's a

reason it's a freebie.

No dark liquor, sorry.

What are you doing?

Well, I was going to take a look in your car.

Oh, no, I don't have any drinks in my car.

Nope. Oh.

But I wanted to find the black T -shirt you were wearing earlier today.

Because if I can find it, I'm pretty sure the fibres will match the ones

in a junkie's nails.

There's also the scarf he was wearing today.

The one you strangled him with.

Try touching my car with a bottle in your head, mate.

You always wear black.

Every one of those pictures up there, the whole rock chick thing.

You'd never choose that station merch you've got on right now.

But you had to change, right?

Because Jonty struggled, grabbed your top and I'm guessing it ripped.

You're bonkers, mate.

Says the woman waving a broken bottle about. I'm protecting myself because you

are scaring me.

Oh. Well, I apologize. I can leave if you feel safer.

And have you slandering me around town? I don't think so.

So what? You're going to bottle me?

This won't be my first time.

Slave!

Is that Ron? Did Cole reply?

This is my private home, Vince. You can't just walk in.

I just really want to... Sort it out. No, there's nothing to sort out. I don't

think... This is the other thing I came here to say.

If you wanted to come back to Sydney, Carl's not in danger anymore.

Okay. Don't believe me. Stay here holding a baby cop's hand.

What? You're being wasted. No, no, don't belittle Jamie. Get back to your actual

career. You didn't come to war, did you? I had a choice.

You were fired from Breakfast Radio. I was stitched up. You slapped a child's

thigh. Being outrageous was part of my brain.

Are you guys hearing this? It's brilliant.

Put the bottle down, Simona.

I'll put the bottle down. You're goddamn sorry.

What the hell?

There's no gas.

Shit. That's on.

That's on.

Did you fire some gas out of my car?

You asked me to fill the generator.

We'll take your rental. Where's your car? I got the bus here.

Hey, you need a lift, T? Yeah.

Yeah.

I saw the email from your old station.

You thought they were reaching out because they wanted to have you back.

But they wanted a reference for Jonti. Because he was cheap, not because he's

talented. And so you replied offering to take a lower rate if they'd have you

back. You had a thorough note, didn't you?

But they wanted him.

Your moment was over, out with the old, in with the new.

So this morning you saw the incoming storm as a way to get attention again.

When you got here, John, he was ensconced and not going anywhere.

Off you go, Junior.

This is my shift.

Um, the people want to hear a soothing, reassuring voice.

They want to hear the voice of experience.

I'm the serious journalist, Amanda.

Ah, you're a serious dickhead.

Says the breakfast radio idiot.

Whoa, wacky ho, see me in the morning. You think that's what the people need

when there's an emergency happening?

Sorry.

No.

Piss off.

You've always had anger issues, and man, did they come to the fore today.

You yanked his scarf around his neck and held tight for Jonti.

Jonti fought back.

Caught you with his nails, ripped your T -shirt, your black band T -shirt, which

you then swapped out for that one from the merch cupboard.

And you left your sandwich on the desk to make it look like he choked.

Simona, did you know Jonty was a vegetarian?

Yeah.

There's the lunch he stashed in the fridge and the other piece he was

save the planet, don't eat meat.

I mean, I hit the broadcast button and you never noticed, though.

G'day.

It's lucky people don't know a joke when you hear one. Hey, honey.

You've been a great boy for radio.

All good.

Suspect on the way to the city. What's the next team?

I hold the Pearl Highway open just in time.

Simona Cassidy has another headline to add to her collection.

So, back to you.

Were you and Vinnie both undercover agents, or...? Just me.

18 -month operation in Queensland.

So a long time away from Vinnie. Yeah, well, she understood.

She was always about.

Work comes first.

I was, um... I was asked to infiltrate a crime family on the Goldie.

Big crime family.

And I became part of that family.

Eventually.

Birthdays, Christmas, family dinners.

Until termination day.

Three brothers, their old man, and four other crew.

All went away.

And they knew it was you?

No.

No, not a clue.

I was that close to them.

Until Burnsy took a pile of cash in exchange for enlightening them.

Well, that's good of him.

How come you haven't kicked Burnsy's ass all the way back across the Tasman Sea?

Maybe I want him where I can see him.

You know what?

Maybe he did us a favor.

Turned out all right, I reckon.

Yeah.

Yeah, I reckon so.

Cheers, big ears.

Is that fun? Is that good?

Cheers.

That one? Okay, very good.

Road's open.

I'll call you a taxi.

Oh, uh, Vinnie, but... Expensive trip, and Maxine has

asked me to stay on for a bit.

You know I never believed an N, right?

I wouldn't have blamed you if you did.

18 months apart?

You're the tightest couple I know.

Yeah, we'll do okay.

You know what Bonesy was saying?

Yeah, he's booked you to 12 for a couple more days.

I just, I think we hear him now.

He's saying he stopped gambling, even had some counseling. But I tell you

if he's full of shit... I get to say I told you so.

We're going to have this dance? Yeah, go on.

Yeah, I'm here.

That's a tin -pot town in the middle of nowhere with one community cop.

And he's barely that.

First things first.

Have you made the transfer?

Okay. Well, um... I'll text the address.

Let me hang up.

I am standing in what looks like a very glamorous meth lab.

So how did you get this picture? It doesn't matter. Charlie from the pub

Someone handed him my wallet.

Thank the person that found it.

What did you do? I never expected that anyone would get killed. That's what

do. We've got to get out of here. Me and Vinnie.

She just got a text and boosted. Something about a new lead.

Oh, shit.

The undercover thing.

Undercover. Call that.

Who are you?