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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?