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As I walk along I wonder What went wrong with our

love Although that was so strong And

as I still walk on I think of The things we've done together

Look at that, hun. I actually fixed it.

Only took me five weeks.

Come

on, lightweight.

A toast.

Tomo.

Tomo? yep to tomo to tomo pathetic he'd be partying with me not like you losers

he's the guy drinking blue curacao like it's 2001 2001 yeah back when devlin

still thought he was gonna make the all black come on boy this weekend's meant

to be like the old days like all those summers here just rinsing it until

sunrise it's a good sleep again fine bro Jesus, don't start talking about your

kids again, Devlin.

It's boring.

No, that would be the 40 -year -old sad guy who peaked in high school. Another

toast, right? To Tomo.

Peaked in high school?

They said I'd go there for my girlfriend.

Ross, why'd you bring her on a boy's trip?

Couldn't find a babysitter? Come on, Mitchell.

Hey, Blondie.

What is it you see in him?

Where's your lady Mitch?

Oh, that's right. She left you.

Can't think of why.

You want to say that again?

Dickhead. Come on, guys. Mitch.

Shithead then.

Shithead now.

Yeah.

Hello.

Hi.

Hey.

Hey, room two. I was going to take a look at your sink.

Yeah, you might want to sort what's happening out there first.

I guess you're asking me as well.

My ass is bullshit.

Yeah, I'll do it again. Try it. Come on, go. Try it. Come on, try it.

Easy, easy, easy. Good.

Vin.

Take your hands off me. Sorry.

This is bullshit.

What are you looking at?

Okay.

I'm... I'm so sorry. You know what? There's a great fish and chip shop down

the beach. Let's just call it a night, eh? We lost a friend a year ago today.

We thought it would be a good idea to, you know, gather. It's okay, Beth.

Emotions are running high.

We can sort this out. You go.

Yeah, look, my blocks sink.

They can wait.

Right.

I've been. Yep, don't manhandle the guests. Yeah. Yep. That'd be good. Mm

Never underestimate the stupidity of your average motel guest.

Although we have been having problems with the plumbing since we got here.

Yeah, the old owner's never kept on top of things.

Hello?

Healthkeeping? Pretty sure he's not in there, Cole.

He would have noticed the flooding. Still polite to knock, Vinnie.

Glad we replaced the carpet.

He's gone out and left the taps on.

Told you.

Stupid. It's payback for me putting him on the ground.

There was a situation I was trying to de -escalate. Anyway.

Oh, shit.

Come on, Mitchell.

You've got to be kidding me.

You know there's a reason people drift apart after high school, eh?

Right. Here we go.

Kia ora.

Constable Jamie Hyder.

Senior around town.

Pete Coleman. Cole.

My wife, Vinnie.

Hello.

Oh. Sometimes you can't say no.

Unit three.

Sure he knows what he's doing.

So we've turned off the taps, but otherwise kept the scene secure.

Was that a police protocol handbook?

Yeah, yeah, it was.

So, uh, accidental drowning.

Do you want me to talk to the friends, get next to Ken while you wait for the

paramedics? It's a bit late for paramedics.

Not to do the VOD?

Oh, right.

You sound like you know who you're talking about.

Oh, yeah.

Police background.

Retired now.

I actually haven't done a VOD yet.

Must be pretty quiet around here.

Yeah, it is.

And also, I've only been here since October.

Oh, yeah? Where were you before?

Police College.

Yeah, this is quite a new gig for me, so... Sorry, I'm smiling. I'm shooting

myself. Do you want me to do the VOD?

That'd be amazing.

I'll talk to the friends.

OK. Hey, I appreciate it.

Oh, Vinnie.

Vinnie. Vinnie.

Are you on?

I mean, he was pissed, yeah, but... How can we have lost another mate?

A year ago to the date with Thomas.

Remember how you said not to ship the CDs because we'd never use them?

Kaboomba.

Vinnie?

Unit 3. I just... I don't think it was an accident. No, you don't. Oh, come on,

you are wondering too. He was fully clothed. Vinnie, no.

One idiot, too much drink, sad, dumb accident.

Come here.

Fresh start.

Remember?

Yeah. Okay.

People die all the time.

Not always a matter.

I'm here to talk to the friends.

Ask them to stick around.

There's been a development.

Big one.

You knew them from forensics?

I might be confident.

It's fine. We're not civilians.

We are 100 % civilians.

Prelim autopsy results.

Something's thrown up. Nothing.

As in no water on the lungs.

He didn't drown.

Told you. This is the bit where I call in the big guns, right?

The real police.

You're not the real police?

But I'm going to do the preliminary statements.

And shout out if you need anything. I'm sure Constable Hyder doesn't need us. He

doesn't. He might.

Thanks for the coffee.

It just feels wrong. We're sitting here doing nothing. We are running our new

motel.

And staying in our lane.

Okay, fine.

What do you mean, don't leave town?

I just need to take a few more statements.

No, I've got to get home to my daughters.

And this is stupid. No one actually killed Mitchell. Well, I don't think

what the police officer is saying.

Oh, it is.

You are saying that. The situation is just not as straightforward as we first

thought.

No.

So do we postpone rock and roll night?

That's what I was saying.

All done? Yeah.

They're not stoked.

They did like I'd accused them of something.

All of them did or anyone in particular?

Vinnie.

Look, they'll be okay.

What are you doing? Go.

He might just be going to the shop or something.

He's not going to the shop, is he? Call another unit, get him blocked off before

he can leave town. We don't have another unit.

On it.

Take it easy!

No.

No, no, you can't hit it.

Will you

step

out of the vehicle?

I was going to pay the bill online. I was. It's not about that. Taking off

you hear there's a police investigation?

It's not a great look, mate.

Yeah, I'm just, um, I need to get home to my kids.

Full -time dad, huh?

Yeah. Didn't Mitch love giving me shit about it?

Which is fine.

Uh, we're old mates.

Hey. Did Mitch give everyone shit, or are you special?

Why are you so interested?

I can't help myself.

Cole and I were ex -police, New South Wales Homicide Division.

Well, Ross was the main punching bag.

Mitchell used to call him Pavo Ross because he was at our school on

And now he's more successful than all of us.

After you and Mitchell fought last night, you didn't see him again?

No, I went to my room.

I called home.

My wife was having trouble getting the girls to sleep, so we Zoomed and I sung

them lullabies till they drifted off.

Shit, do you really think that someone killed Mitchell?

Oh, I don't think he got drunk and fell into a spa bath, put it that way.

Yeah, me neither.

Last year, the wife and I got a hot tub, right? And Mitchell said he couldn't

think of anything worse than sitting in hot water. He hates it.

He wouldn't get into the motel spa yesterday.

Why would he go back to his room and have one?

Oh, no.

Am I going to be arrested?

No.

So, Devlin's going to send Jamie evidence of his Zoom call last night.

Good. We're going to stay out of it.

Hey, where are those little packets of long -life milk?

Well, looking at the group as a whole, who's the odd one out?

The girlfriend, Shayla.

Like the Blundie song?

Yeah, I said that to her, babe, when they checked in, and nothing, just total

blank.

Well, just because she has no musical knowledge, it doesn't make her a

Now, you want to find an end?

Oh, I can't, yeah.

Little packets of milk calling my name.

He's just

Oh, hey.

Doing my online stalking. Oh, right.

Ex -girlfriends, potentials. You gotta know who you're dealing with.

I have no vegans policy.

Hey, Saffron, could you... Could you look into someone for me?

Yeah. Ex -boyfriend, is it?

Oh, no.

No.

Well, this Mitchell guy follows Shayla, but she doesn't follow him back.

He's, like, heaps on her grid.

All the way back to 2022, which means he's scrolled back.

Oh.

Devlin said Shayla and Ross have only been together three months.

Yeah, that lines up. You start throwing up on her feet around then.

Okay, so Mitchell likes his mate's girlfriend.

Did that get him killed?

Almost got me killed once.

Enough said.

Well, unexpected.

I wondered what Shayla does for a job because her posts are straight up

and she never seems to work.

So I was thinking sugar baby. But I did a quick image search and...

She's a nurse practitioner.

Hey!

You've been entertaining while I was out.

Actually, this glass is evidence.

Okay, I took a quick look at the crime scene.

Oh, that's naughty, Cole.

Not waiting till homicide turns up. Well, they're taking their sweet time.

And now Jamie can dust it for Prince to get a head start.

So someone was in the room with Mitchell that night?

Yep. Something else?

Yep, and what I didn't find, the bottle the dead guy was drinking from.

So whoever used this glass likely took the bottle from the room.

Why?

Because of the poison, I guess.

Okay.

Guess who I just saw at the pub having lunch and looking quite settled?

Shayla.

How many do you need for one weekend?

Time.

G'day.

How was town?

Yeah, we had a drink for Mitchell.

Still can't quite get our heads around it.

Understandable. Yeah. Big shock. You know what?

Times like this, you need a distraction.

Yeah, my wife and I, this is a few years back, we did dancing lessons, rock and

roll.

Yeah, it was our respite. You know, when you're working hard day and night,

sometimes you just, you just have to breathe.

Yeah. You know, so twice a week we'd, well, we'd hit the dancing studio and

just, whoo -hoo -hoo, daddy.

Let the world disappear.

Oh, I don't want to be rude, but bye.

Vinnie, Vinnie, they're coming.

Why didn't you stall them?

They said they used to be police detectives.

That's so bizarre.

Try not to worry Shane.

I'm going to go have a shower.

You climbed out the window. Yeah. You could have just said you were refreshing

the towels.

You make a good point.

Next time, I'll bring props.

No next time.

Can't be snooping around and... You nicked the woman's make -up. She's got

much, he won't even notice.

I'll put it back after.

If we'd installed security cameras, we'd know exactly who was in Mitchell's

room. Way to kill the holiday vibe.

We don't need cameras, Cole.

Come on, Shayla.

I know you were in Mitchell's hotel room that night.

Oh, hey.

We were just... trying to find a match for the lipstick market.

Jaffa Diet.

From the main beach road chemist.

My ex used to wear it all the time.

Right, well, I'm pretty sure your ex didn't have a drink with Mitchell in his

motel room the night he died.

Yes, I'll be old man unit two.

Maxine. Spotted out on her the first second I saw her.

G'day. Hello.

Hey, um, would you mind answering a quick question?

I'm a open book, Mr Coleman. Did you know Mitchell Gould?

No, I didn't know him.

Right.

Just that there are two wine glasses in every room, but there were three in

Mitchell's the morning after the night before.

Do you, um, do you have both your wine glasses here, Maxine?

Yeah, I do.

And I'd like to get back to my Jojo Moyes now. I'm on holiday.

She lied.

Definitely.

That's her one line.

Want to know what else?

Maxine's checking details.

She's not from Auckland, like she says.

So where then?

Main Beach Road, Morwai Bay.

So if she lives around the corner, why is she staying at Elm Hotel?

Maxine?

I'll go.

No, no, I will. I can.

Should we argue a bit longer and make absolutely sure we lose her?

Hi.

I just saw my cousin coming out of here shopping for our aunt's birthday and

I don't want to double up, so can you tell me what she purchased?

Well, what were you thinking of getting your aunt?

Depends on what my cousin bought.

Well, we have this lovely room spray. Is she a homesent person?

Can you just tell me?

What kind of cousin?

First cousin.

Did she buy wine glasses? One?

One wine glass?

I will buy a room spray.

Will you tell me then?

I am more inclined to make conversation with paying customers, yes.

$70.

Thank you.

My previous customer purchased one wine glass.

You're welcome.

Our wine glasses are a lot cheaper than the ones at the gift store, just

FYI. Andrea gets her from the city and hikes up the prices.

She's shameless.

Which you know because... you're a local.

Yeah. Okay.

I've owned a holiday home here for the last 22 years.

And now that my husband's gone, I've decided to live here permanently.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Oh God, the prick didn't die, he just left.

Anyway, I have some leaks and they're getting fixed. And while they're getting

fixed, I've decided to date your very lovely Montel.

Why were you in Mitchell's room the night he died?

Look, guys, every New Year's Eve, this town is filled with teenagers.

They're drinking, they're partying.

Years ago, Mitchell was one of those teenagers.

I met him late one night. He was 17 and I was a very youthful city.

Three.

Anyways, he was stumbling on the beach, he was drunk, he was crying, he couldn't

find his mate, so I took him home, fed him.

He made a pass at me and then puked all over the patio.

When his mate came to pick him up the next day, he was bragging that he'd

himself a milf.

Charming. I didn't really mind.

Things weren't going great with Barry.

A nice little ego booth.

And two nights ago?

for each other. He pretended not to recognise me. He was even panicking.

Do you know why?

Well, I had an inkling.

Later that night, I stepped outside from Menthol and there he was, right next

door.

Would you like one of those?

I took my drink, went to his room, had a chat.

He just begged me not to let his mates know that I was the milf and the rest.

He was worried about a 20 -year -old.

Oh, you know these alpha male types.

They knew their mate, the big star, had crashed in the spare room and we went on

the bed.

OK, so you drink your wine, then leave.

Back to my unit to read.

His bottle of blue liqueur, did you see it in his room?

You were still there from Daddy's liquor cabinet, did you?

It was great, great, great. Very funny.

And thanks.

That night, they made me the legend, Anthony.

Mitchell didn't deserve what happened.

Sometimes these big talking blokes, they're just insecure little boys under

all.

Hi.

One of my make -up bags has been stolen from our room.

Oh.

Oh, no, I'm...

I think I saw one of those in lost property.

How would it be in lost property? I haven't taken it anywhere.

Housekeeping must have gathered it up with the towels. What kind of

is that? It's okay, babe.

There's no harm done.

Look, I know it's not easy having to hang around.

Police forensics will be back with a toxicology report any minute now. Good.

Because this is insane.

Oh, Charlotte, do you mind me asking?

Did Mitchell...

Ever hit on you?

Sorry, I don't think that's appropriate.

So that's a police angle. No, no, I'm not police. Just curious.

If I murdered every 40 -plus guy who grabbed my ass, there would be no one

in Ponsonby. Mitchell grabbed your ass?

I'm so over this shithole.

So, Maxine knew Mitchell.

Mm -hm.

But I can't find a logical motive.

Anything I'll walk about?

If it was opportunistic, someone could have grabbed something from in here.

Yeah, not that I can see.

Or it wasn't opportunistic.

Maybe there was already beef.

Come on, Cole.

You're in this. You want to know as much as I do.

Fine. Come on.

Thanks for this, Jamie. Just a quick look before digital forensics do their

thing.

It's allowed, right?

Totally. Oh, yeah, absolutely.

OK.

So, no mention of Shayla in recent emails.

A week ago, Mitchell sent Ross a big file of video.

No message.

He's written 28 .15.

Looks like a recording of a live stream, a funeral.

Thomas? We've lost the glue that holds us all together.

Thomas fought so hard.

He couldn't win in the end.

The time code.

Hmm? The message that Mitchell wrote.

2815. It's referring to... The time code.

Okay. Paul Beres, Ross, Devlin, random old... Oh,

hold the bus.

Different hair, but... Shayla.

So much for only meeting Ross and his mates three months ago.

So Mitchell sent this to Ross, showing him that she was at the funeral. Looks

like it.

Oh, hang on.

There's a Tomo folder on Mitchell's desktop.

Car insurance, a bunch of paperwork for Thomas Preble.

Did Mitchell have power of attorney or something?

Oh, Cole.

Oh, shit.

Someone want to share?

Okay, so about ten years ago, Cole decided to get life insurance.

After a close call at work.

But they turned him down.

I'm a detective.

Plus he drank and smoked like a chimney. Okay. Anyway, the point is they refused

to give him cover for insurance.

And yet Tom O 'Hare got a policy even though he was terminally ill.

So he wasn't terminally ill when he took the policy out?

Uh -uh.

Okay, that's weird.

You want to know what's weirder? Look at the sole beneficiary.

Ross.

How...

Probably cheat the system if you had, say, a medical professional willing to

lie. And Ross had one of those.

His girlfriend.

Fresh towels.

Oh, um, one more thing.

Can you tell me about the life insurance policy Ross's friend Tomo had?

Sorry?

You don't know about it?

Why would I? I never met Tomo.

Tomo took out a policy, the sole beneficiary being his mate, Ross.

Get out. Insurance fraud could be motive for murder if anyone found out.

How dare you? And so could falsifying medical records.

The cancer was advanced when he was diagnosed, and yet he's still got a life

insurance policy.

What's going on?

You okay, babe? No.

She's saying that...

Just need to get out of here.

Get our bill ready. We're leaving. Oh, you might want to check with Constable

Hyder first.

You're not the only motel around here.

Taylor and Ross didn't want to talk about his insurance fraud.

What you got there?

Thought it was time for a break.

Okay.

Look at us, living the dream.

You sure?

Well, I've never seen you so excited about a potential homicide.

Oh, you know me.

If there's a question, I want to know the answer.

Then...

You know, you didn't have to walk away, right? If you feel like you've made the

wrong decision.

It was never a decision, Carl.

Wherever you go, I'll go.

No looking back.

You loved your career, too.

Hi, I'm Benny Coleman.

I run a motel.

I'm not letting you go.

Never again.

Well, back to reality.

Back to the blocked sink.

If I can't fix it tomorrow, I'll call the plumber.

An overpriced plumber.

Hey! Let it bug!

What are you trying to say, Ross?

Why did you follow me down to the beach?

We were here first.

I was just taking a walk.

Was it in a cure bottle?

We are definitely leaving tomorrow.

And you're lucky I don't have you charged with assault.

It was Ross.

He didn't want to talk.

What did you do?

Stopped him running.

Well, whatever he wanted to get rid of, it floated just out there past the way.

You see?

It was a little bit of driftwood. According to Ross, he threw nothing.

Well, who's going to go get this nothing?

I tackled him.

Stopped him running, I mean.

What have I told you about?

Physically restraining motel guests.

Hold that.

Can you tell us

what it's about?

It's okay, Shay. Just some more routine questions, I'm sure.

Hey, well, can you make it quick? Because we're moving motels today.

It's okay, darling.

Go pack. It won't be long.

Yeah, I'm still thinking I should wait.

No way. You tried to dispose of the murder weapon last night. Yeah, but

Detective Granger from City Homicide, she's on her way, you know. She's been

her way for days. What, is she walking from Auckland? Just see what Ross says

about throwing a liqueur bottle.

He's looking terrified. He might just bolt.

Do you want to head in?

That way, if Detective Granger kicks my arse, I can blame you.

Tox report came back.

And? And nothing.

Booze, nicotine, that's it.

Maybe a medical event took him out. One of those two was in Mitchell's room the

night of.

One of them took the liqueur bottle, Ross tossed it in the sea, and you're

concluding... I'm not concluding anything.

We're detaining him until... something comes up.

Look, excuse me, love, my sink's still not draining.

Cole? Yep, I heard. I'll pop back.

Thank you.

One, I stink.

Two, I clear the blockage in the pipes.

Remember that time you were giving up smoking and you didn't read the

on the patches properly and you got... Nicotine poisoning.

Yeah, I remember. Felt like death.

You're pretty bloody good, aren't you, Detective Coleman? I like to think so.

And I'm always surprised at what people think they can flush.

Oh, yeah.

We are bloody good.

And if you'd like to leave us a Google review... Are you joking?

Here's my review.

There's no minibar.

And the owners are freaks.

It's OK.

I know it's just the nicotine withdrawals talking.

You were attacked for your vape from the minute you got here.

But after Mitchell died, you appeared to go cold turkey.

He didn't even take it to the pub with you.

Because I had no refill.

And the stupid ass back with the town ran out.

Cold an ex -smoker.

I know how organised you have to be when you head out of town.

But you were.

You had four refills with you.

But where did they go?

Where's Ross?

We want to leave.

Still at the station.

Ross has confessed to killing Mitchell.

Really?

But what did he say?

Made a full statement.

He laced Mitchell's bottle with liquid nicotine and then dropped him in the

bath, just to make sure.

And he flushed the captions.

And he just offers this up to a junior constable?

I mean, he goes through all the trouble of killing a man to keep his secret and

then he just caves.

Ross will have to stay in custody until we can get to court next week. No, this

is bullshit.

You must have coerced him or asked leading questions or something.

No, I actually, I don't know how to do that kind of thing yet. I'm new. We need

a lawyer.

His lawyer?

Ross. Called his lawyer already.

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

He is the kindest, best person I've ever met.

He didn't do it.

He didn't.

Well, she's right.

Because you did it.

That right, Shayla.

Mitchell had been drinking that blue crap all afternoon and you were on edge.

Because he had something over you.

What is it you see in him?

UN Roth.

And I'm guessing that this weekend he threatened to use it.

So you went to Mitchell's room, tried to change his mind.

It was an oldie, but a goodie. But he wasn't making it easy for you, was he,

Shayla?

He knew what you were up to.

So in comes the backup plan.

You had a go at his drink.

Encouraged him to finish it. You're a nurse. You know a high enough dose of

nicotine is fatal.

He was crook.

Throwing up, feeling like shit.

Ross did everything he's worked for.

He was the only one who visited Tomo.

The only one who came to chemo, supported him.

You were Tomo's nurse, that's how you met Ross?

The others didn't give a shit.

And Tomo knew Ross just needed some capital.

It was his idea.

It was his parting gift to Ross.

He was very generous.

Not sure the insurance company he ripped off would agree.

I offered him money.

Anything but.

He wanted to take Ross down because he's spiteful and jealous.

I said, please, just let us get on with our lives.

But he wouldn't. Constable.

Did you forget about me? I've been waiting at the station.

But... He said he was going for a coffee. Yeah, um... Ross didn't

confess. Sorry?

Oh, you sneaky snakes.

Really?

It's worth a crack.

The protocol handbook doesn't say anything about bullshitting.

But if it gets the job done... Well played, you two.

Shay, for God's sakes, what's going on? Come on, Ross, you know what she did.

That's why you tossed the bottle, because you found it, what, hidden in

room somewhere? I thought it was a bad look. I didn't think she'd actually done

anything.

Darling.

I just hated him so much. I'm sorry.

He was just never going to leave us alone.

Shayla, you are under arrest for the murder of Mitchell Gould.

is a thing of beauty.

We will get our rock and roll motel warming someday.

I promise.

Peter!

Oh, hey.

I'm just wondering what you guys are planning to do with Unit 3. It's going

be hard to fill after the murder.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's just that my renovations are taking longer than expected.

So look, I'm more than happy to take the murder room off your hands at a

discount. You let me know.

I mean, they were pet guests.

Who can argue with that?

Mm -hmm.

Oh. Oh.

Interrupting. It's fine, Jamie.

How was the homicide detective?

Ah, pretty impressed, actually.

Yeah, are you sure I can't tell her you guys helped me out?

No, no, we hate attention.

Thank you.

Uh, I almost felt like a real cop today, Jamie.

Mate, lose the imposter syndrome. You are a real cop.

Throw away the police protocol handbook here again?

Oh, I wouldn't do that.

Probably not.

Okay, no.

The thing is, I, um... I've just got to make this one stick, you know?

Well, like... When did you know you wanted to be in the police?

Oh, when I was a little girl.

Yeah, never anything else.

Yeah, I wish I'd felt like that about something.

It's not a calling for you.

But, could be.

Anyway, thanks.

Anytime. And, hey, feel free to call if you want, if anything comes up.

Sure thing.

Gotcha.

Okay, you were right. I do miss it a little bit.

But there's no going back, and I am in with that.

Well, Constable Hyder calls, and I suppose there's any problem with giving

hand.

I mean, we probably won't even hear from him again. No, probably not.

Everyone in town calls you Blue Nerder Motel.

Do they?

You mean the guy that blew himself up? Calm is a beautiful thing.

You're victim, Jean. He had no fixed address, no next of kin.

Oh, hi.

It won't be a second. The old owner's never had this many guests.

What we like guests. Oh, there was a... Probably.

Probably a magnificent guest.

I heard you two used to be private investigators.

Or still are?

Honey, I thought we weren't allowed to do that to guests.