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- This is Jonty 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 the warnings, but 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.

- Are all the rooms ready? That is, uh, a Saffron question.

- Well, if they fill up,

I guess we can put people up in the conference room. - Yeah, sure.

- Oh, and do we have batteries? - Uhhh,

try the drawer with all the stuff we never use.

- Gidday, Cole.

- Shit.

- Hey. I found one that works. So, at least that way...

- Hey, Vin.

- What do you want?

- A room. Sign outside there says you got vacancies.

- You gotta be taking the piss.

Get out. Get out, Burnsie. - I was gonna call ahead, but...

I figured you guys wouldn't wanna see me. - Well, you got that right.

Who else knows where we are?

- No one.

I've come to make amends, Cole, Vinny.

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 OK.

It's OK.

- It's good to see ya, mate.

- ♪ Nature, enter me.

- Nice place. - 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?

- Well, 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 are talking about, but...

it's hard to relax and enjoy the pension when... you got a guilty conscience.

- Yoo-hoo! Hey.

Just getting my power walk in before the storm.

Oh. Hello.

- Hello. Uh... Clay. Clay Burns.

I'm an old friend of Cole's from Sydney. - Oh.

- Uh... right, yeah. This is Maxine, our, uh, permanent guest.

- An old friend, you say? I was beginning to think that Vanessa and Peter didn't have any friends.

No one ever visits them.

- It's a bit of a pity that you've come here before the storm.

Mind you, in saying that, Clay, it can be quite romantic to hunker down, safe from the weather.

- Right-oh. Let's go. - Uh― Well, OK.

Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- Thanks, ladies.

Yeah? - Hey, Jamie. Have you been listening to Peninsula FM, by any chance?

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

Bro!

The beach is closed!

- Well, something's off at the radio station. Do you wanna, um, swing past, check it out?

- No can do. - Oh. Well, I-I can go, maybe. Um...

There was just some really weird noises, and now nothing. Just― No music.

- Yeah, or you could just leave it, focus on running your place.

- Jaime, are―? - Bye, Vinny.

- Hey, hey. - Hey.

- Where are you off to? - Uh, radio station. Jamie's still being really odd.

Has he said anything to you? - No. No, he hasn't.

Radio station? - Um, Peninsula FM.

Something just sounded really off, and now just... dead air.

- And you wanna get away from Burnsie.

I mean, I'd love to know how he found us. - Saffron'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.

- Well, 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 gonna share our location, I just― 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?

Go to the radio station. - Mm-hm.

- I'll find out what's going on, why he's really here.

Tell him to leave.

Hello?

Hello?

Hey. Hey.

Can you hear me? Hey.

Oh...

- State Highway's closed into Mowai. - Already?

- Yeah. Few 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?

- Jonty's a good guy. Why-Why would anyone―? - I didn't realise you knew him.

I'm sorry. - Well, I...

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, Vinny.

- 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...

is that...? Looks like traces of blood.

- So someone will have defence injuries.

- There's evidence he was eating. Choked on his food.

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

so query strangulation.

OK, Jamie, what is going on?

If Cole or I have said or done anything to upset you, please, I really wanna 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, it's― it's a choice. We don'twantan online presence.

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

- I see. - Shit. - They didn't know you.

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

- What's the big secret? Who's Burnsie?

- Excuse me. What the hell is going on? - Um...

Constable Jamie Haira. You are...?

- Simona Cassidy, Peninsula FM.

There's dead air. Jonty's not answering the studio phone.

- Oh, shit. Is he OK?

- No. Uh... nope.

He's not.

- Have you met Vanessa and Peter's friend?

- They have a friend? - Yeah.

His name's Clayton Burns. He's from the Australian police.

I think he's in Unit 12.

- OK. New theory ―

they're 501s.

501s. Criminals who have been deported from Australia.

This 'Burns' guy is here to check on them.

- Peter and Vanessa are not criminals. All right?

And if they got deported to New Zealand, they'd have tobe New Zealanders.

- They're putting on Australian accents. - Why would they do that?

Oh. - 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 'em up from the point this morning, and now we can't get back. - Aw.

Maxine. Welcome. - Oh. Dylan.

Chur Bro Kiwi Tours. - Ah.

- Uh, would your studio unit fit five French tourists?

- Mine barely fits Mark and I, and he lives in a tank.

- The bosses said we can offer a free air bed or mattress for the night in the conference room.

- Marae styles. It's cool. I'll let them know.

- Not criminals. - 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 air, and I thought, 'Idiot.' He's a newbie. You know?

So then I thought, 'Oh, great Simmy has to save the day again.'

- So you knew each other well, then? - We were ships in the night, babes.

Choking's my worst fear, actually. Cos I live alone, you know?

- Mowai Bay. 10-8. No. 10-2.

- Hey, no, no, no. Whoa, whoa. What are you―? - 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 the storm.

- You want the situation report here, or...?

- What?

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 wanna contaminate the scene.

- What do you mean 'suspicious'? It's a ham sandwich, isn't it?

- There might be more to it.

- Way to scare the shit out of me when I'm about to spend the day alone in the studio.

- Uh, 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's causing havoc on the roads.

- OK. And what's happening with the body?

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

until the 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 it covered.

- OK. Fine. Thanks.

- Just a reminder, friends ― essential travel only. Keep the roads clear.

- See what you can find out about her.

- For emergencies... - She had access.

- And don't become an emergency yourself.

- Yep, no problem. OK. Thank you. Bye.

- Peace offering.

Duty-free.

Cole around? - No.

Suspicious death in town. He's scene-guarding.

Because that's all we can do these days. - Oh, yeah. That's, um...

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

'Course you are. You can take the Coltharts out of the police,

but you can't take the police out of the Colt― - That's not our name.

Not anymore.

Why are you really here, Burnsie? It's not to beg forgiveness.

- Well, why is that so hard to believe?

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

- Someone offer you money? You still gambling? - God, no.

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

- And you.

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

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

- We sure do. Lucky last. - Oh, thank goodness.

Oh, uh... - I'll just... - Thank you.

- Yes.

- It's crazy out there, huh? - Mm.

- Got any luggage you need help with? - Uh, no.

I came into town for supplies, and now I can't get back to my place.

- What about a first-aid kit? The scratch there.

- What? Oh.

Oh, God, I didn't even realise.

- You don't know how you got it? - Oh, it must've been the― the trees on the road.

I got out of the car to try and move them, but I must've walked into a branch.

Thank you. - Just come past reception if you need anything at all.

- Right.

Jonty's gone to the medical centre for now.

- Oh. Poor thing.

- His family local, or...?

- Uh, 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. Sorry.

- Berto and Simmy's Morning Asylum.

Auckland's top-rating breakfast show in 2022.

- Oh. Wow. Now you're here. Change of pace, or...?

- Exactly.

Should you be doing that? - In the absence of City Homicide, yes.

Good to find out as much as I can ― anyone that had history with Jonty, any...

any conflict in his life. Is that his?

- Ooh. - Bit of an antique.

- He had a dumb phone.

As opposed to a smartphone.

They're popular with Gen Z ― and my elderly mother.

- I don't suppose you know where Jonty parks? - No, I don't, sorry.

- Oh.

Might see if I can find it. Won't be long.

- Sorry to bother you, Wendy. Um, do you happen to know a Jonty Darwin?

- No. No, I-I do not.

- You sure about that? He's a DJ at the radio station.

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

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

- Well―

- No privacy settings. Classic. - What have you got?

- Just a lot of lovely family photos.

Wendy and her husband. Uh, Wendy and her daughter.

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

- Little stalker's hack for you ― New Zealand Companies Office.

So useful when screening new girlfriends, cos a business in liquidation is a red flagfor me.

- OK, worth a crack. I'll take Jonty; you take Wendy.

- Rushton W.

- There's a company here listed Jonty Darwin Media, sole trader. - Hmm. Nothing for Wendy,

but she does give homemaker, so― - Hang on. Hang on. That address...

Aha. Look at that.

Jonty's company is registered to this address ― Wendy's.

- Now, that is what I call a link.

- Good-looking fella. - Hmm. Not my type.

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

- Oh, bless. Maybe he thought he was famous. - Right.

Yeah, I'm just trying to get a picture of who this guy was.

- OK. Well, all I do know ― crap taste in 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.

- Yeah, her father was in a cover band. She grew up going from sound check to sound check.

She loved it. She even got me into it. - Oh, well, in that case,

this next one is for you and your gorgeous wife.

- ♪ Hello, baby. - ♪ Hello, baby.

- ♪ A do-way ockaway. - ♪ Do-way ockaway.

- ♪ Well, hully-hully-hully-ho. - ♪ Hully-hully-hully-ho.

- ♪ Don't ya know Yockomo? - ♪ Don't ya know Yockomo?

- ♪ Ling-ting-ting. - ♪ Ling-ting-ting.

- Oh. Uh, thanks.

- ♪ Hey-ay-oh. - ♪ Oh baby, baby, oh my baby.

♪ Yeah baby, baby, oh my baby.

♪ Reet Petite, get with the beat.

♪ Do the boogie woogie in the middle of the street. ♪

- Can't find anything to suggest

they were related or... - Oh, a little age-gap romance going on.

- No. All her social media pics are of a happy family.

The daughter ― she's around the same age as Jonty.

- Name? - Uh, Eloise.

- Eloise Rushton? - Mm-hm.

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

It's 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 ― 10-Minute Version'.

You know what I'm saying, Vinny.

- I really don't. - This girl is going through a break-up.

- And hell hath no fury like a mother scorned.

- Exactly.

- You bailing on us, Wendy? - Uh, I've gotta get out of here.

I can try the long way round.

- Why did you say you didn't know Jonty Darwin?

- Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's just...

I lost my temper, and before I knew what I was doing, I...

- Wendy, is there something you wanna confess?

- Yeah.

- How did you know the victim, Jonty Darwin?

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

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

Oh, but she has no idea what I've done.

Oh, God. She's gonna be so cross with me.

- Let's just focus on right now.

- Jonty was the love of her life.

He was part of our family, and then he just dumped her ―

by text.

She didn't even know why. Just... radio silence.

- Radio silence.

Uh-huh. - 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?

- Well,there.

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

Wait.

Mrs Rushton, you did confess to killing Jonty Darwin. Correct?

- Pardon? - What do you think you confessed to?

- I keyed his Mini.

I'm sorry. Jon...

J-Jonty's... dead?!

Oh my God, no!

- You didn't think to check whatshe was confessing to? - Wendy made it pretty clear

she'd done something unforgivable, and the defence wound on her head― - From a fallen tree, she says.

Which checks out. There is a closure 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 Grainger should never...

Any decent senior detective would have realised that― - Realised what?

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

told him exactly where to find us. - You could've 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 wanna go back to my room and have a cup of tea.

Is that OK? - Of course.

- I'm so sorry... for your loss.

- Yeah.

- State Highway remains closed. Slipper Hill remains closed.

There's flooding in the main road out of Rexton town.

So stay safe ― and stay tuned to Simona Cassidy on Peninsula FM.

- Was Jonty a journalist as well as a DJ?

- Uh, I think he may have written some articles for Mowai Times.

- OK. Take care. Thanks.

Hi, honey. Phones are running hot.

- Hey, I found something that might be worth looking into. - Uh-huh?

- Notes for a newspaper story Jonty was working on about a local tour operator.

I sent you a pic. - OK.

- Apparently this guy was a shoddy operator, ripping off tourists.

- Chur Bro Kiwi Tours. Are you serious?

- What, are they the ones―? - ...sleeping in our conference room, Yeah.

Dylan. Can I have a word? - Hey.

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

- Oh, rock 'n' roll. - Oh. Well, Burnsie was saying give you enough bourbon

and you'll just show us the moves. - Ah. Did he, now?

Uh, I'll be back in a second. - Um, sorry.

Can I fire up the jukebox? Clients are really keen.

- Go for it.

Maxine? - Mm?

- You wanna stay away from this creep.

- Aw. Is he a womaniser, is he? - Yeah.

Need a hand? - Oh, thanks.

OK, here we go. - Clayton, do you like to boogie?

- Oh, sorry ― two left feet, I'm afraid. - All right.

- Now, this is how we see out a storm Chur Bro Kiwi styles. OK?

- ♪ ...from a love that wasn't true. - Get it. Uh.

- 'Creep'? That hurts, Vin.

- You said you were gonna stay in the room until the roads cleared. - Well, she knocked on thedoor.

She was more interested in finding out about you and Cole than jumping my bones.

- What did you tell her?

- ♪ Well, you told me that you need me...

- Oh, shit.

Take a seat.

- Thanks.

- You knew Jonty Darwin well?

- Unfortunately.

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

- Look, is this about the pub? Look, he threw hands first, mate.

- So you... you had a brawl with him? When?

- Last night. It was just self-defence.

What a wanker.

- What'd you just say? - That's a girly drink you got there, mate.

- 'A girly drink'? - Look, if Jonty's gonna press charges,

then I'll press 'em right back. - Well, I don't think he's gonna be pressing any charges

from the body bag he's currently occupying.

- Eh?

What― What happened?

What, did the storm get him? - No.

A human did ― a human who will have defence injuries,

scratch marks or similar.

- Hold on. Hold the hell on― - When Forensics get through,

they'll be able to identify the tissue under his fingernails.

So if there's anything you wanna say in the meantime...

- Uh, yeah ― Jonty did this.

He scratched me last night in the pub.

What the hell? - That thing actually cost me, like, $12, but, uh... worth it.

I'm a truth teller, Dylan. You're nothing but a scammer.

- Look at you, eh. Come here from the city, picking on the locals, trying to make ends meet.

- Don't paint yourself as the victim.

Hey...

What the hell?!

- I didn't― I didn't actually mean 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 seemed to need time to think about that.

- Look, we met at 9 ― brunch at the craft brewery, then here. That's it.

Ask them. - OK.

And remember the beaches are still closed, so stay inside,

and stay listening to Simona. - ♪ Screamin' words of Glory

♪ from the back of a Ford.

♪ He turned my mama's head with the Word of the Lord.

♪ He might've been preachin', but every single evenin',

♪ Papa was a Moonshine Man. - ♪ Moonshine Man.

♪ Moonshine Man... - Lost something?

- Uh, Jonty has ― his scarf.

- Oh, yeah.

He was a bit of a scarf-wearer. That whole preppy thing.

- He also had a lot of food stashed in the fridge. - Did he? Anything yum?

Oh. Right. Sorry.

Well, it's not like he's gonna miss it. - It's tofu, by the looks.

- Oh, pass. Any booze in there?

- All this hunkering down can get a bit dull

once the initial excitement wears off.

So...

shall we raid the prize cupboard?

Sure. Why not? - I like your style.

- Well, maybe I just wanna loosen your tongue so I can interrogate you.

- I totally did it. - We'll soon find out.

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

- Saffron.

Do you maybe wanna go and check all of the units, make sure everyone's happy?

- Oh, no 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 sprint down Ponsonby Road!

Whooo! - OK.

Ooh. - Oh. - Come with me.

- Vanessa, I love that you're being overprotective, but I'm a big girl,

and I think Clayton's a really interesting man. - No, no, no, no.

I need you.

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

- I― Uh, of course.

La proprietaire aimerait vous demander quelque chose.

S'il vous plait, dites-lui que j'etais avec vous toute la journee.

- Oh. Mais quelle est la verite?

- Oh. Um, this is my friend Maxine. She's spent some time in France. - I have.

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

- Mais non, Vinny. Mais non.

- Pretty sure that means no. - Shit.

- Oh. - Oh. There goes the power lines.

- So, what happens now?

- Mm-mm. 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 won Broadcaster of the Year for her work during a weather event like this.

- Hmm. Nice. - Mmm.

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

- It's OK, uh, while you're working?

- Just a cheeky little one.

Cheers. - Cheers.

- Thank God for generators, eh?

- Saffron. Why is the, um, generator not working? - Hmm...

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

- I was gonna get around to it. - Oh...

Oi! Dylan!

Where ya headed, mate?

- Look, this place is giving me the shits, OK? I feel like I've done something wrong.

- You have. You lied about where you were when Jonty died. - OK.

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

I was off the bush track prepping for the day's tour.

- Why didn't you just say that? - Look, kiwi aren't easy to see, right?

Especially during the day. - Being nocturnal. So...?

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

OK? A couple of droppings along the bush track,

some kiwi footprints.

I, um...

If they can't be seen, I, uh...

make sure they're heard.

- So you are scamming your clients.

If we go up there, are we gonna find this stuff that you planted?

- Maybe, if the rain hasn't washed it away.

- So it's just your word, then?

- The hi-vis guys are working hard to locate the lines down,

but we may be in for 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, uh... I'm in the prize cupboard.

- I love a train wreck, and Simmy never met a table she didn't wanna dance on ― or fall off.

- Yeah. She's a colourful character.

- Have fun watching the reels I just sent you.

- Slaaaay, bitches!

Whooo!

- I still don't know why I'm doing this.

- Cos you still love me and Cole, really?

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

- OK. The Titoki grove's just up ahead.

Got it.

Enough battery power to prove it was planted this morning?

- Yep ― almost full power.

- OK. Love your work, Jamie. Thanks.

- Honestly, shonky tour operator. Not a killer.

- You said it.

Oh, finally.

- Anything urgent? - Nah ― just our cleaner calling.

Motel business.

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

- Mm. There's a reason it's a freebie.

- No dark liquor, sorry.

What are you doing? - Well, I was gonna take a look in your car.

- Oh, nah, 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 found under Jonty'snails.

- Yeah.

- There's also the scarf he was wearing today.

The one you strangled him with.

- Try searching my car with a bottle in ya 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-I apologise. I can leave, if you'd feel safer.

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

- So, what, you're gonna bottle me?

- It wouldn't be my first time.

Slay, bitches!

Whoo!

- Hey, Saffron, did Cole reply when you sent all―?

This is my private home, Burns. You can't just walk in. - Yep. Vin. Vin, I know. Look―Vin.

I just really wanna sort this out. - No, there's nothing to sort out. - Look―

- You screwed us over, and now you're here, I don't― - I don't think there's any risk.

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

If you wanted to come back to Sydney,

Cole's not in danger anymore.

OK. Don't believe me.

Stay here, holding a baby cop's hand. - What?

- You're being wasted. - No, no. Don't belittle Jamie

or my husband. - Get back to your actual career. - Shush, shush!

- You didn't come to Mowai Bay... - It's Cole.

- ...out of choice. You were fired from breakfast radio.

I was stitched up. - You slapped a child star.

- Oh, being outrageous was part of my brand. - Just―

- Are you guys hearing this? It's brilliant.

- Put the bottle down, Simona.

- I'll put the bottle down your goddamn throat.

- God. What the hell?

- There's no gas. - Shit!

Saffron.

Saffron, did you siphon gas out of my car?

- You asked me to fill the generator!

Look, we'll take your rental. Where'd you park? - I got the bus here.

- Hey, you need a lift, team? - Yes!

- Yeah? - Yes.

- 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 Jonty.

- 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 snoop, 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.

But when you got here, Jonty was ensconced and not going anywhere.

- Off you go, junior. This is my shift.

- Um...

the people wanna hear a soothing, reassuring voice.

- They wanna hear the voice of experience.

- I'm a serious journalist, Simona.

- Ah. You're a serious dickhead.

Says the breakfast radio idiot.

'Whoo-oh! Wacky-oh. It's Simmy 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.

- And―

- You yanked his scarf around his neck and held tight, but Jonty...

Jonty fought back ― clawed 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 writing ― 'Save the planet. Don't eat meat.'

- You think you're so smart, eh. - Well, kinda.

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

- Gidday.

- Ugh, it's like you people don't know a joke when you hear one.

- Hey, honey? You got a great voice for radio.

- All good.

Suspect's on the way to the city with Annette's team.

Old Slipper Hill Highway opened just in time.

- And Simona Cassidy has another headline to add to her collection.

- So... back to...

Were you and Vinny both undercover agents, or...?

- Just me.

18-month operation in Queensland.

- That's a long time away from Vinny. - 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.

Bigcrime family.

And I became part of that family...

eventually. Birthdays,

Christmas, family dinners...

Until termination day.

Three brothers, their old man, four of the crew ― all went away.

- And they knew it was you? - Nah.

Nah, not a clue.

I was that close to them.

Till Burnsie took a pile of cash in exchange for enlightening them.

- Whoa. That's a good of him

How come you haven't kicked Burnsie's arse 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 favour.

Turned out all right, I reckon.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I reckon too.

- Cheers, Big Ears.

- Saffron, can you take this? - Oh, cheers.

- Choose your pile. Which pile?

That one? OK. Very good.

- Road's open. I'll call you a taxi.

- Oh. Uh... Vinny, look―

Expensive trip, and Maxine has asked me to stay on for a bit.

- You know I never believed Annette, right?

- I wouldn't have blamed you if you did.

- 18 months apart? - Mm.

- You're the tightest couple I know. - Yeah, we do OK.

You know what Burnsie is saying?

- Yeah ― he's booked Unit 12 for a couple more days.

Look, I just― I think we hear him out. OK?

He's saying he's stopped gambling, even had some counselling.

But I tell you what, if he's full of shit― - I get to say I told you so?

Oh...

- May I have this dance? - Yeah, go on.

- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪ She's a mod, she's a mod.

♪ Yeah, yeah. ♪ She's a mod, she's a mod.

♪ She won't change anymore.

- ♪ She's a mod, she's a mod, she's a mod.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. She's a mod, she's a mod.

♪ Yeah, yeah. She's a...

- Yeah, come on!

- Burns.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

It'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?

OK. Well, um...

I'll text the address when we hang up.

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

- So how'd you get this picture? - You don't wanna know. - Doesn't matter.

Charlie from the pub called. Someone handed in my wallet.

- Thank the person that found it.

- What did you do?! - Really, I-I never expected that anyone would get killed.

- That's what they do!

We gotta get out of here ― me and Vinny.

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

- Oh, shit. The undercover thing.

- Undercover. - Called it.

- Who are you?