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Kia ora. My name is Toby Buchanan and you're listening to episode seven of my

true crime podcast, Small Town Scandal.

As of last episode, suspect numero uno in the murder of

Uncle Mitch is his brother and my dad, Bruce Buchanan.

He was at Uncle Mitch's the day he died.

Hang on.

What are you doing here?

He said he went to see Uncle Mitch for help because he was there when his

accidentally fell onto some rocks while they were boozing and having a boogie

over and over.

And now Dad's the prime suspect, especially considering his fingerprints

over the mould.

My old school rival, Matt McKenzie, is now the town hero having nabbed the

most wanted. So now Dad is in a holding cell at the local police station under

suspicion of murder.

And I know some people will be thinking I'm naive, not thinking that my dad is

absolutely guilty.

It was also about this time that I started to question if podcasting the

thing was a good idea.

But fortunately, unfortunately, the podcast was starting to take on a life

its own.

What's this I hear about your dad getting arrested in relation to your

death? How did you hear about that?

Good journalist always has her ear to the ground.

Now, how bloody fantastic is this? It's you, the podcaster, discovering his dad

was the murderer.

Everyone's got to talk about it. No, they don't know for certain it was him.

I didn't think you liked the episode I sent you. Oh, we can totally edit around

that.

We'll have to move back.

That ridiculous Can the Real Mrs Moth Please Stand Up podcast is hogging all

oxygen. But I think we can outdo him.

Anyway, mate, you do your thing. Make it all tear -jerking.

Get your dad crying on tape. Who doesn't love a good family drama?

Hey, mate.

I'm proud of you.

And all that crap you got me into with the pet food article?

Consider it water under the bridge.

we can consider it water under the bridge.

Hand us out all sound types.

Are you there, Tote?

Tote? Oi, Tote?

Yeah, good.

Great. Lock it in, Eddie.

Excuse me, Meredith.

Has my dad's court -appointed lawyer arrived?

Not yet. Oh.

Can I go and see him in the holding cell while I wait?

Also not yet.

Feel free to take a seat while you wait.

I'm David Patterson.

Next to me because you're on your hotline.

I'm doing a podcast following the case of Mrs Moss.

You... You white... Oh, yes.

I'll let Matt know you're here.

Okay, great.

I'm so sorry. I just want to say, you probably get this all the time, but I'm

such a huge fan of your podcast.

Go on.

Actually, I find it really inspirational because I'm doing my own podcast and

just hearing you go through it all, it really inspires me.

Great.

Happy to help.

Love my fans.

Actually, how does it feel now that she's been caught?

It's a bit of an anti -climax, if I'm honest.

Just really hoping to be the one to crack the case, you know?

Like I usually do.

Kicking myself for not working it out earlier.

Clues are hidden in plain sight.

Anyway.

Meredith, hi.

I am here to see, um... Bruce Buchanan?

Yeah, yeah, yep, that's the one.

You him?

I'm his son.

Oh, hello.

Hi, Mr.

Burrows. Sorry I'm late. Spilt virtual music all over myself this morning. Take

me right back.

All right,

um, shall we? Yeah, cool.

Okay,

first things first.

Uh,

so, obviously...

I don't want to know if you did it, but... Did you?

Did you do it?

Did you kill your brother?

Well... Actually, no, don't tell me.

I do not want to know.

But he didn't, right? He didn't kill him?

Yeah. No, I didn't kill him.

Okay, sure.

Hey, it doesn't matter what I think. I'm just the court -appointed lawyer.

All right, well, maybe we should have a look at your statement then, eh?

Okay, uh... Here you are.

Okay, so you said you saw a trailer driving away, and that was after he was

killed, right?

Yeah. I couldn't see a lot because I was inside the house when it happened.

It was a horse trailer.

Horse trailer?

You didn't say it was a horse trailer, Dad.

And you didn't think to call the police, Bro?

Oh, I freaked out.

tend to do that. I mean, you can understand how that looks pretty,

Because normal people would call the police when they find a dead body.

Especially if it's their brother.

Oh, of course not. I just thought it was a dead guy in Cairns. What?

Sorry, what dead guy in Cairns?

We didn't talk about that, Dad. No, hang on. Did you kill a guy in Cairns?

Oh, no, okay, no, do not tell me. I do not want to know.

No,

they don't, and they don't need to, right, Dad?

It was a misunderstanding.

Yeah, complete misunderstanding.

He missed you?

What do you reckon?

Well, I'm not going to lie.

I have got my work cut out for me with the two of you, eh?

And everything is just stacked against them.

Anyway, is there anything we can do? Like, is there anything I can do?

Well, short of a miracle.

Shit, I don't know. I guess if you could, like, find someone to maybe pin

that's a little bit more suspicious, that'd work.

I've already tried that.

If only the police weren't such dickheads and they kept the case open,

least kind of exhausted every possibility, you know?

Yeah. Yeah, sucks, eh?

It's all right, you got this.

Anyway, I've really got to go.

Party Club Awards to attend to.

But don't you worry.

I am going to call you as soon as I can, eh? If I get the time, right?

Otherwise, see you at the trial. You got this. You got this, all right? Okay.

Okay. Bye. Bye. Sure.

Feeling completely demoralised, I thought I'd check in on Dad in his

surveilled holding cell.

Misery likes company, after all.

Dad. Here he is.

How do you think it went with the loyal lady?

Did she say anything after?

No, not really.

I didn't kill Mitchie.

I can promise you that, son.

Yeah, no, Dad, I don't think you did. Don't worry.

It's because you're a suspicious -looking old fart.

They'll lock you away for good just because of the way you look.

Hello, Mrs. Pettigrew.

You've got a nerve showing your face around here, Buchanan.

I'm sorry I facilitated your arrest, but you did kill 23 people.

39. But they don't need to know about the rest.

You're just lucky I'm not out and free because you would make a mighty fine

trophy.

If you don't mind me asking.

How did you get away with it for so long?

39. That's quite a remarkable number.

It is.

Well, I'd infiltrate my victims with my sweet smile, and then I'd kill them with

kindness, and then I'd actually kill them with bullets.

Kill them with kindness?

That's what I said, you moron.

I'll be back, Dad.

It's funny like that, just like the brain, because, like, I saw the muffin

signal on the spoon, and it just...

Everything fell into place.

Oh, cool.

I can see that you're really proud of yourself.

Tubbs, what are you doing back here?

I'm in the middle of an important interview.

Actually, you've probably got enough.

Well, hold on.

We haven't got into the rest of my career yet. I've got your number.

I'll give you a call if I've got any other questions.

Thanks so much for your time.

It's a shame, mate.

You run.

Go on, Tubbs. Sorry. Hey, I was wondering if maybe I could talk to you

Uncle Mitch's case.

No, actually, we can't, because I don't have time, because I've got an interview

with the Evening News about catching not one, but two murderers in one fell

swoop. Wow.

Congratulations about that, by the way. I don't think I've said that. I've been

reading about you online.

Everyone's like, whoa, you're the man who caught Mrs Moth, and that's huge.

Well done.

What, um... What websites are those?

websites were they i can't exactly remember but there were about six and

were just like they were saying you're real clever clogs anyway and just on my

dad um congratulations on that too by the way that's amazing yeah and i know

that you think he's guilty and that he is guilty and um but just to be sure

for my peace of mind i was wondering if there was any chance that maybe um just

to be sure

Well, you could put him through a lie detector test.

Mate, I think that'll work.

Yeah. Well, maybe we could ask him about the horse trailer that he saw at the

mansion. I was wondering if... No, he's obviously lying about that.

With forensics, with his fingerprints on the lawnmowers... What's going on here?

I don't know how much clearer I can be. The case is see to the loosed.

It's closed, mate.

The case is closed. The case is closed.

You enjoy this, don't you?

Enjoy what?

That it's my dad that's been arrested.

No, no, no. God, no.

No.

But maybe you've got a problem with being outsmarted.

See, you always thought I was a bit of a dum -dum, didn't you?

And here I am. I'm solving the crimes.

I'm catching the crims.

And I'm getting the girl.

Anyway, I've got to get ready for this news interview that's coming up, so...

Thanks for popping in, Tubbs.

I don't know why I had to deal with the brunt of Matt McKenzie's hang -ups

around having a genius scientist for a dad and having seven hyper -aggressive

older sisters, but there you go.

All I knew was the whole thing felt bloody hopeless.

But then suddenly, out of nowhere, I suddenly remembered a hero of mine's wry

observation.

Please look, hidden in plain sight.

Hidden in plain sight?

What am I missing?

What's that?

On the side of the window.

It was a horse trailer.

Horse.

Trailer.

Horse trailer.

No horse trailers on that day either.

Yeah, but wait.

There, there's one.

True, but that's driving onto the road at 7 .30pm, two nights before your uncle

Mitch died. So unless they drove onto the road and camped down for two days,

then I don't think that's the murderer.

I like looking for a bloody needle in a haystack.

Be here all night.

Should I cook up some sausages?

So the trailer was driven onto a dead -end road at 7 .30pm, at night, two days

before he died. And the next time we see him on CCTV footage...

It's two days after he died, okay? So they were on the road for four days,

which... Yeah, that is weird.

Wait, so that means they live on this road?

Yes. I mean, Dad said that he saw a trailer driving off shortly after Mitch

died, right? But we don't see it on the CCTV, so that means that they... I mean,

it's the only thing that makes sense is that they live on this road.

Wait, what's your dad got to do with it? It doesn't matter.

What matters is finding this horse trailer on this dead -end road.

You do realize that this road is 10 kilometers long, right? And a lot of the

farmers own horses and probably have trailers.

Right.

We're here.

Yeah. This one, they grow broccolini, so don't worry about them.

This one, they used to farm llamas, I think it was, and they got all rustled.

Who lives on the dead end? Who lives at the very end?

Can't remember.

I think I might start there.

You having some sort of sixth sense experience right now?

Maybe. But I think I'll start at the end and make my way back.

Makes sense.

And make sure you stop by on your way past for some sausages.

I'd love that.

Me too.

I drove to the end of Tamihana Road.

Vague memories were pinging the whole time.

I knew the stretch of road well.

McKee's Pet Foods?

I remembered this place from my childhood.

And was this the horse trailer that Dad saw leaving Uncle Mitch's death scene?

It certainly looked like the one from the CCTV footage.

But at that moment, all concerns for personal safety were clouded behind

memories of childhood awkwardness.

Inside, I found my old school friend.

Dwayne and Wayne McKees.

Oh, hi, Toby. I am so sorry about that.

I let myself in. I did knock on the door, but I don't know if you heard me

your self -flagellating.

If you guys are really busy, I should... No, I... No, I actually do need to talk

to you guys.

Yeah, we're almost done.

You're almost done? Yeah, grab a seat. Fire away.

Fire away, mate.

That's Mum.

We're lost in the wilderness without her.

Oh, I'm so sorry, guys, about that.

Because I was suddenly remembering when I was pulling up, I used to come here

and play here as a kid sometimes, right? We used to catch frogs and eat them.

That's right.

That was fun.

But listen, guys, I won't take up much more of your time. I was just going to

ask you a couple of questions, if that's OK.

We've been expecting this.

We didn't kill him, though.

You didn't kill him? We didn't kill him. Keep it cool, I know.

Okay, look.

I won't tell anyone anything, right? But if you guys didn't kill Uncle Mitch, I

need to know who did.

Because at the moment, they think it's my dad, and he can't go back into

If it is my dad, I do need to know it's that. I need to know that as well. So

was it my dad that killed Uncle Mitch?

It's still out there.

What is?

The demon that killed him.

Sorry, what?

It was a demon.

Sorry, a demon killed Uncle Mitch?

What did the demon look like?

It had glowing eyes.

Right.

But it was a person, right? It was a demon straight from hell.

Okay. Well, whether it was a demon or a person... It was a demon called Azalea.

The thing is, though, it wasn't my dad, Rob. So what we need to do is we need to

go to the police station right now and we need to tell them that my dad is

innocent. No.

They'll arrest us for the marijuana we've been growing.

I can't go back to prison. I am not built for it. Sorry, Toby.

Prison sucks.

I can't go back there.

No, uh, Dwayne.

Dwayne, we've got to go to the police.

There's loads of wolves amongst us. Please, it's my dad, Dwayne.

Be careful, Dwayne. He might come for you next.

Well, whether it was a demon or...

And the demon's name is apparently Azizel, and he's often depicted with

eyes. So, I reckon we get the guys in and we just question them, and the

boys are absolute loons.

And they've smoked way too much ganja over the years. I'm not getting involved

with that.

Look, I know you think it's stupid, but maybe we should just chat. You honestly

believe they saw a demon?

Well, I believe it is a possibility, and I believe that maybe this proves that

it's not my dad. Maybe we should get the Zizel Carragher in and just ask him a

few questions. Yeah, and maybe you should talk to your lawyer, and they can

bring it up in court, and that'll get you dead off the murder.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Ah, Zizel.

Ah, Zizel.

I believe you.

But it ain't no demon you're looking for.

Where are you taking me?

No one comes in here because the office has gone paperless. The stationary room

is pointless.

Aliens regularly visit Tohoiho.

Everyone knows of that.

I'm getting the evidence that it's a hard part, my friend.

Behold a creature not of this world.

Was that a fantail?

That night.

Come off it.

Okay.

How about this one?

Right, that's just the Starlink satellite. Everyone gets confused by

It's not the Starlink satellite, smartass.

Okay, sure. Listen, I can't actually stay very long. I'd better go.

Hold on.

Call your checks.

How about this one?

Where did that one come from?

It's a grey.

From the Zeta reticulized star system.

No, no, no. The footage. What was this recorded on?

A Buchananizer automated lawnmower.

Buchananizers have cameras.

Yes, sir.

The Buchananizers.

The Buchananizers might have filmed who killed Uncle Mitch.