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Oi!

Oi, excuse me.

Tony, isn't it? - Tony Canetti.

You got it. Canetti's the name. Cars are my game.

You moved away from... - Guns? Nah, never.

Still love a good firearm, but cars are my true love.

And let's face it, guns and cars,

I mean, what else makes a man?

So, you finally ready for an upgrade, eh?

Uh, I'm making some big changes.

I've been having a few issues lately.

Expensive? Yeah, I know.

That's the good thing with buying new.

Nothing ever goes wrong.

And what are you thinking? One for you and for the missus?

Uh, there is no missus.

That's because of the car.

But once we get you behind the wheel of a sexy new sedan

or a sporty little number, you'll have a guaranteed

harem of women hanging off every fender.

So many, in fact, you might have to scale up to a Ranger.

More room to keep them in the back.

All wearing the bikinis, of course.

And that is what a new car from Canetti's will get you.

That's your sales pitch, is it?

New car and semi-naked woman.

Too much? - Mm.

Have a great day, Tony. - Wait.

Mike, we haven't talked finance.

Not even a-a test-drive? Free roadside assistance?

Not that you need it.

Good luck, Tony. - Look...

Come on! Mike!

I haven't had a sale in six months!

Hello?

Are you okay in there?

You're parked in a disabled spot,

but you have no sticker.

And you have no idea who he is?

No.

At least I've never seen him in the congregation.

I wouldn't want to draw any conclusions,

but you should know, we hire out this hall to various groups,

including hot women's yoga.

But, um, last night, it was a ukulele group.

Good to know.

Thank you, Reverend.

If we need anything else, we'll come back to you.

Odd choice of murder weapon.

Indeed.

You know, this is usually where Mike talks to the deceased.

Yeah, I know.

Pass? - Yeah.

That's a Mike thing. - Oh.

Gina, good morning. Unidentified white male.

Rosco Flynn.

Sorry?

That's Rosco's car.

Oh, okay.

Um, if it is him, he's our victim.

Do you know him? - I may have been the last person

to see him alive after rehearsal.

Good night, Rosco. - Night, Gina.

Hey, loved your suggestion about doing that original song.

Next week, we'll make it happen.

I'm so happy.

We're both in the ukulele orchestra.

You're writing songs now?

Just one. But I think it's quite good.

Well, a woman of many talents.

Yes, so many.

Uh, Gina, given you knew the victim,

you okay to do what you came to do?

Of course.

There will be no problem with me performing my duties.

Right. Um, well, we will need your statement

after you...

What?

Do what you do, you know, at the mortuary.

I'm having real trouble putting the words

"Gina" and "ukulele" together.

Yes, I said ukulele.

That is not your standard murder weapon.

No, it is not.

Or anything that I would ever associate with Gina.

Yet, she is our star witness.

Or suspect or something.

What do you want to do about that?

Have you done a welfare check with her?

Yeah, she said she's fine to continue.

Well, then I wouldn't argue.

How's the big house move going?

I'll get back to you.

Uh, lads...

Mike is still on leave?

Moving day.

A fresh new start for him.

So, you want to tell us about last night?

When I arrived,

Selena Dean, our teacher,

and her niece, Julie Jones, were there first, as usual.

Gina, that song you suggested about lions and leopards...

I love it.

It's not finished yet.

Oh, no, I know. But it will be.

And you will absolutely shine. - Oh!

And, of course, Annabella was already there, as always.

Rosco's ex-wife, sort of... Oh, definitely his ex-wife,

now that he is dead.

Amicable.

Who knows, with divorce, what's go on under the surface?

Why am I in this room?

You're giving a statement.

I prefer somewhere more comfortable.

Uh...

Uh, Gina, I don't think... - Since Mike is not here,

I'm sure he would like me to keep his seat warm for him.

Um...

Okay.

Ahh! Better.

So, where were we?

Uh, people arriving for last night's practice.

Next was Frodo.

Your oat-milk latte, my lady.

Frodo, you are such a darling, as usual.

Thank you very much. - Of course.

He's enthusiastic, but lacks discipline.

Becky, those cat videos you sent me are so funny.

The one with the...

Becky and Iosefa were next.

Oh, gosh! - Oh, we're getting the laugh,

don't you?

Hello, my friend.

How you doing?

You know. - Yeah.

Iosefa was depressed, but, then,

he's always depressed.

Good to see you. - Okay.

Let's not wait any longer. We'll warm things up

with a little stroll down "Dominion Road."

One, two, three, four.

And then Rosco arrived,

in the way that Rosco always arrives.

He swept into a room like he owned it and everyone in it.

I know. Late as usual.

Traffic was horrendous!

It's 7:00 p.m. on a Monday in Brokenwood.

Hey, Trophy.

Sorry. Trophy...

As in "Trophy Wife."

Charming. - Behind his back,

she's calling him her "participation certificate."

Okay.

They had a complex relationship.

A lot of hate on the surface,

but definitely a lot still going on underneath.

Like, when he joined the orchestra,

he just walked in, sat down next to her,

and started playing.

Selena, our teacher, hated Rosco from day one.

And if Annabella had had a word in her ear,

Selena would have kicked him out in a heartbeat.

But she never said a word.

But if Selena hated Rosco,

why didn't she just kick him out herself?

Because there was a reason to keep him in.

So, "Dominion Road," was it?

It's hard to tell, because all I could hear was

Iosefa playing some random chords.

Oh, hilarious, Rosco. Real humdinger.

Yes, "Dominion Road."

Nice.

One, two, three, four.

Say whatever you want about Rosco Flynn.

His playing was excellent.

And then Laslo arrived.

Bravo!

Another Kiwi classic slaughtered at your altar.

Go away, Laslo!

You know you're not welcome here.

Laslo Karlsson.

He used to be part of the BUO

until he and Selena fell out.

Sorry. The BUO?

The Brokenwood Ukulele Orchestra.

Now he is the leader of Brokenwood's

other ukulele group.

Brokenwood has two ukulele groups?

Nukulele Armageddon.

How have I never seen either of them advertised anywhere?

Because neither of them ever played live... yet.

It is a race to be ready first.

Very much like getting a man into space.

Russia took that one.

But the U.S. landed on the moon.

But did they...

really?

The BUO was well in the lead,

mainly because Nukulele Armageddon

was still a group of one.

How can one person be a group?

When you are Laslo Karlsson,

you are already one of many.

Coffee.

You need to know...

no one liked Laslo.

Look, Laslo, no one wants to join your stupid group.

You say stupid. I say the future.

I don't want any of you as part of Nukulele Armageddon.

Except him.

Come on, Rosco.

You and me together?

What beautiful music we can make.

Laslo was there to steal Rosco Flynn from the orchestra.

Why? To go off and be, like,

a ukulele Wham!?

Oh, Laslo's vision is much darker than ours or Wham!'s.

You have a vision?

Sorry.

Darkness is not what I seek with the BUO.

Can I finish my story?

I have work to attend to.

Please, carry on.

So, yes, Laslo

was trying to uplift Rosco from our orchestra.

Laslo, mate, I've told you time and time again

I'm not into that metal-meets-uke-mashup thing

you want to do.

I just play it because I want to have fun.

Isn't that right, my sweet?

Oh, yeah. Fun, fun, fun.

You owe me.

No, mate.

You and me are a long time done,

so ta-ta.

I'm not giving up.

Laslo departed the building.

We rehearsed, as usual, for two hours.

Right.

Moving on to "Slice of Heaven," I think.

No more disruptions.

Just like-minded people and their ukuleles.

Now I must go and autopsy Rosco Flynn.

Uh, Gina, just one last thing.

What is it you seek playing the ukulele?

That's the word you used... "seek."

What has this got to do with the death of Rosco Flynn?

No, nothing. I'm just curious.

Then it's nothing to do with you.

I mean, I'm not wrong, am I?

The ukulele is so not Gina.

The ways of Gina perplex us all.

Hang on. Uh, could you be very careful...

I, uh, know Rosco Flynn.

Oh, well, I've never actually met him, but I know who he is.

A property developer.

Oh, okay. Well, then the suspect list

just got a whole lot longer.

Wragsby something.

I took a look at the site,

but the thought of buying off the plains,

it's not really me.

Oh, hang on.

It's okay. I can take those.

So, uh, yeah, call me if you need me.

Will do. - Tell you what.

You said Iosefa Knight was part of the group.

Uh, yeah. You know him? - I do.

In fact, he's just bought and sold houses for me.

Why don't I talk to him?

Especially seeing as he's just walked through my door.

Yeah, okay. That sounds sensible.

Back to you soon.

Iosefa.

Mike. How's the big move going?

Pretty good.

Nothing too damaged that can't be fixed.

Nah, they're good boys, these ones, the best in town.

My research led me to believe they're the only ones in town.

Mate, just 'cause they're the only

doesn't mean they can't also be the best.

I guess that's true.

Now, I have a little tradition

on every moving-in day that I'm involved in.

Little housewarming gift. - That's very nice.

Why don't you and I share a drop after we've had a wee chat.

What do we have left to chat about?

I knocked off. Chatting day's done.

This is about Rosco Flynn.

What about Rosco?

And the fact that, last night, he died.

Here. To help deal with the news.

Is this your stuff?

My humble offering to the gods of wine.

We're alone.

Yeah.

Oh! It's... Mmm!

Ugh! Sorry about the bottle before.

I'll get you another. - Eh, not to worry.

So, you're a member of the Brokenwood Ukulele Orchestra?

Yes. - Mm.

I wouldn't have picked that.

Not my idea.

Whose was it? - Annabella's.

She was worried I was depressed,

thought getting a bit of... into my life might cheer me up.

I tried to explain I'm always depressed,

but once Annabella makes a decision, that stays decided.

Mm. - I'm a terrible player,

but strumming away, yeah, it does have

a certain calming effect.

And you worked with Rosco? - I wouldn't say "with."

Well, I saw your name on a sign up at the

Wragsby Development.

Wragsby Gardens.

Yeah, I had the exclusive listing rights,

but I'm not actively working on the project.

In fact, Rosco and I... we rarely spoke.

But you were in the orchestra together.

I was doing the ukulele thing for a while.

Rosco arrived on the scene much later.

Mm.

Before or after he and Annabella got divorced?

They're not divorced.

Yet.

They're going through the process.

But, yes, after proceedings began,

then he started coming along.

So, you're getting divorced.

Then you join your wife's music group.

You have to talk to Annabella about that.

The ukulele... that was a them thing.

Mm.

How were they last night?

Do you think she killed him?

I don't think anything at the moment.

I just want to know if anything was out of the ordinary.

Well, apart from that Norwegian

death ukulele freak show Laslo turning up,

trying to steal Rosco from the group...

no, it was very much a normal session.

And then Rosco Flynn ended up dead.

Yeah.

Okay, that was a little different.

Mm.

I used to play the ukulele.

Your secret is safe with me.

At school. Wasn't half bad.

Anything leaping off the screen?

Iosefa Knight has a whole heap of speeding tickets

against his name.

That's not exactly homicide, is it?

Julie Jones, meanwhile, has many convictions,

including assault and, in fact, not long out of prison.

Mm. That's more like it.

Conditions of her parole

include residing with her aunt, Selena Dean.

Do we have Rosco Flynn's address?

Yep. - There first,

and then swing by Miss Jones for a quick word.

I reckon.

Who says there's no honesty in advertising?

And this is definitely Rosco Flynn's given address?

I'm guessing that counts, does it?

I thought this guy was rich.

I mean, it's quite a nice caravan.

I'm guessing she ended up with the marital property.

Wragsby Gardens,

where divorced men come to die.

Let's get out of here.

Fair call.

Julie Jones?

Should we chase after her? - Why?

It's pretty suspicious behavior.

Cool your boots.

I want to know why someone runs before I chase after them.

Yeah, I can work with that. - Mm.

Hello? - Selena Dean?

Yes.

Detective Kristin Sims. This is DC Chalmers.

Was that person there working on the Jeep Julie Jones?

She was here, yeah.

What did you want to talk to her about?

The same thing we'd like to speak to you about...

the death of Rosco Flynn.

Rosco?

And you were the last to leave the hall?

I set the alarm, locked up, as per usual.

And Rosco was still in the car park?

Yes. - Uh-huh.

Whatever you say.

Yeah. Yeah.

Alright.

Night, Rosco.

Okay. Yeah. - Dick!

Alright.

Maybe.

Any other cars still there?

No, just Rosco's.

Anything out of the ordinary in the session?

Rehearsal.

No. Not even Laslo's little visit was a first.

He was trying to poach Rosco. Is that right?

Among other things. - Such as?

Laslo's still not thrilled I kicked him out of the orchestra.

Why did you kick him out? - Have you met Laslo yet?

No. - You'll figure it out.

So Rosco replaced him in the group.

No. There was an overlap,

which is why Laslo wanted Rosco

for his little art project or whatever he's calling it.

Nukulele Armageddon.

Stupidest name ever.

Rosco was your best player.

By some margin, unfortunately.

And how was he last night? - Same as usual.

Last to arrive, first out the door at the end.

He left first?

From memory, he, Annabella, and Iosefa left together.

Night, 'Sefa. - Mm.

Great rehearsal tonight, Selena.

I really feel we're getting close.

Close to what? - Performing in public.

Opinion is divided on whether we're ready.

In what way?

Well, they all want to,

but I don't think we're anywhere near it yet.

Is that a bone of contention?

Yeah, mainly with Rosco, who just liked to show off.

How did Annabella take it when he joined the orchestra

and started throwing his weight around?

Just in her stride, the way she does everything.

She's a freaking saint.

That's high praise. - She's worth it.

Like when Julie came to live with me...

I'm sure you know the circumstances.

We do.

Annabella was the only one around here

that gave her the time of day.

She even gave her a job doing gardening and stuff,

which is a hell of a lot better than doing break-ins,

I'm sure you'd agree. - Undoubtedly.

Well, um, tell Julie we'd like a word

when she comes back from

wherever she needed to be in such a hurry.

You know, I get the appeal of the ukulele,

if it's playing in the background

when you're in Hawaii,

laying on the beach, sipping mai tais.

Well, I am more partial to a daiquiri myself.

Okay, Rosco Flynn's phone records tell a story.

Oh. So, who did he talk to last before he died?

The ex-wife.

In fact, Rosco and Annabella

talk to each other a lot for a couple going through a divorce.

They had some stuff to sort out.

Mm. Some might say that's why God gave us lawyers.

Most divorced couples I know,

the last thing they want to do is talk to each other.

You know a lot of divorced couples, do you?

More than I would like.

Another frequent caller, usually unanswered...

a number belonging to Laslo Karlsson.

Mm.

Rosco wasn't keen on talking to Laslo, then.

Gina. - I need to talk to Mike.

Why'd you call me, then? - He didn't pick up my call.

That's because, as I explained,

Mike's on the sidelines for this one.

Then you need to know

that Rosco Flynn was killed by ukulele.

Mm. Yeah, I think that was quite obvious, Gina.

But this ukulele was engineered to kill.

For Rosco Flynn...

death had four strings.

Yeah, I know those moving guys.

They come here quite a bit.

They reckon when you're fully caffeinated,

you move stuff faster.

Just safer is all I'm after.

Yeah, well, you don't want to believe

everything you're hearing.

But is the news true about Rosco Flynn?

Word gets around. - Not a word, Frodo.

Reverend Greene has swore me to secrecy,

so I cannot share what I know.

But...

Rosco Flynn was found dead this morning.

No way. How?

Frodo, I cannot say!

Strangled to death with a broken ukulele.

Far out.

Why would somebody want to kill Rosco?

He was a bit of a dick at times, but he was always okay with me.

When exactly did you last see Rosco Flynn?

Uh, when me and Mrs. Baker were leaving rehearsal.

Nailed it today, "Frodes."

Hey. Thanks, man.

Where have I heard that before?

Never mind I played well tonight, Rosco.

Oh, no. Yeah, totally. You were killing it.

Not that I mean Mrs. Baker killed him.

Well, I'm sure she didn't.

That'd be weird. - It would.

Have you met Annabella yet?

Not yet.

Oh, she's, like, the coolest and nicest person on the planet.

Positive. Full of encouragement. Like with Gina and her song.

What song is this?

Um, nothing. Just, you know, the way she plays,

like, songs and stuff.

Frodo, why is Gina in the ukulele orch...

I-I have customers.

Gina. - Oh, you're making house calls.

I would like to demonstrate something to you.

Cause of death for Rosco Flynn...

ligature strangulation.

Ligature meaning a device was used,

as opposed to manual strangulation by the hands.

Yeah. Thanks, Gina. We...

It was done with enough force to fracture the hyoid bone.

Injury to his hands

consistent with trying to fight the ligature.

But it would have been over very quickly.

So, obviously, the assailant was big enough

and strong enough... - No, no, not obviously.

Sit.

Why don't you use DC Chalmers

to demonstrate, and I can take notes.

I was thinking the same thing about being

the one taking notes.

But I was thinking it as your senior officer.

Rosco Flynn sits in the front seat,

has no idea someone is behind him.

Oh! Aah! - See?

Exactly as Rosco Flynn did.

I think anyone would.

But too late.

The ligature... it's already biting into the neck.

All the person behind him needs to do is lean back

and, if necessary, put their knee in the back of the seat.

Yep. Okay. Good. Got it.

Relax. I'm not actually going to kill you.

I'm just showing that the offender doesn't need to be big

and strong, because physics is doing the work.

Now, with the head trapped against the headrest,

they cannot thrash around.

Snap hyoid bone quick and clean.

Physics. Got it.

So, why the unusual choice of murder weapon?

The ukulele... it's an instrument of love.

Men and women serenading each other

to its gentle, soothing sounds.

But this ukulele was re-engineered

for one purpose only... to kill.

The strings were superglued into the bridge

and tied off to the tuning pegs,

just to make sure they didn't come loose during the act.

Turning a ukulele into an instrument of death...

that's definitely sending a message,

especially this ukulele.

What's so special about it?

This is a Nainoa, made in Hawaii

from the wood of koa tree.

As such, it can only be purchased in Hawaii.

This is a very expensive, very special ukulele.

How expensive? - In the thousands.

This was found in the footwell of the victim's car.

Is it the same?

This is Rosco's ukulele.

This is a twin of this one.

As I said, message.

Thanks, Gina. - I must go now.

In my excitement, I forgot to put him in the fridge.

Starter for 10...

who does Gina want to serenade with her

ukulele of love?

Mm... - I couldn't possibly say.

The thing is that when I came here

what seems like a lifetime ago,

my plan was to ease into retirement making wine.

Well, the retirement thing never quite happened.

And the wine? Hmm.

Well, it is what it is.

My dad says, "'It is what it is'

means 'it is what it shouldn't be.'"

Sure.

Merlot? - Yes, but I'm moving on now.

And there's only two cases left.

And I'm thinking,

what better place for them to end up than...

Than here. - Mm.

Keep it local. No charge.

I'd be happy knowing they found a good home.

Mmm. Uh...

Trudy will get back to you.

Maybe it's a cultural thing with Gina.

Being in a ukulele orchestra?

Instruments with less than six strings.

Brokenwood doesn't have a balalaika orchestra,

so she went for the next-best thing to express her love.

Laslo Karlsson... not his birth name.

He changed it.

From?

Liam Wragsby.

Of Wragsby Gardens. - Or a strange coincidence.

Mm.

Heads up. - Oh, the track star returns.

So Rosco Flynn is dead.

He is.

How'd he die?

That's currently under investigation.

Oh, you don't know. - No, we do.

Do you?

Okay, can we cut the crap?

Rosco was a douchebag, yeah, but I didn't kill him.

Why was he a douchebag?

For what he did to Auntie Selena.

That all got sorted out. - Yeah, thanks to Annabella.

A couple of years back, I was thinking about selling my place.

I liked the look of what Rosco was proposing at Keegan's Bay

and so I put a deposit down.

Off the plans.

The ones he had no intention of ever building.

No. I sincerely believe he had the best of intentions.

It's just, you know, the economy.

And besides, the money got paid back eventually.

So Annabella Flynn paid off her husband's

debts on that project.

Just me.

I think she felt partially responsible

because she put me in contact with him.

And now she's given you a job.

She's a good person. What else can I say?

Last night, you arrived first, yeah?

Yep. With Auntie Selena.

You didn't notice anything out of the ordinary,

apart from Laslo Karlsson's visit during the rehearsal?

Rosco was as obnoxious and know-it-all as usual, so...

no, same old, same old.

And then you were the last to leave, along with Selena.

Uh, no. No, I left earlier.

I decided to walk home.

You didn't mention that.

You never asked. It didn't occur to me.

Julie often walks home. It's not that far.

Helps me calm down after, like...

Rosco.

I like to walk.

Hi, Julie. Pleasure, as always.

Actually, there was one thing that was kind of odd.

Like, just down the road, Iosefa had pulled over.

He was talking, like, on the phone, maybe,

or maybe to himself, I don't know.

Whatever it was, he did not seem happy.

Then I got home, and Auntie Selena was already there.

We said "good night." I went to sleep.

The end.

And once upon a time, according to your records,

these... late-night walks

sometimes ended up in other people's houses?

None of that here, I hope.

That was the old me.

I don't have any desire to go back there.

One steak and cheese.

Thanks, Lena.

My dad says they're the king of pies.

Your dad sounds like an interesting man.

Thanks. Yeah. He takes after me.

Lena.

Oh. Detective Shepherd.

Mrs. Baker.

Can I offer you a wine?

Is that merlot?

Yes. The king of wines.

Oh, God. Um... well, I, um...

don't drink red.

Trudy, love, a sauv blanc when you have the time.

Moving down here?

Yes. - Using the local mob?

Didn't have much choice.

Oh. You've heard the story about

how they once delivered everything to the wrong address.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Oh. Um, do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?

About Rosco Flynn? Terrible, terrible thing.

I mean, I know he wasn't the most lovable human

on the planet, but, still...

It happened after rehearsal, right in the car park?

There are things that I can neither confirm nor deny.

You know about Julie, right? That girl has a past.

Yes, we're aware of that. - She's troubled, that one.

You can tell just by looking at her.

Thanks, love.

And Laslo...

I mean, he was dark when he was in the group,

and then Rosco joined, and he got even darker.

And then Selena had to ask him to leave

because we all agreed that he was creepy.

Except for Annabella, of course,

because she always sees the best in everyone.

And now it's like he just drags this big dark cloud around him

wherever he goes.

And Iosefa... I mean, he is weirdly devoted to Annabella.

He's like a lovestruck puppy around her.

M-Maybe Rosco found out about them

and the two men got into a fight.

Them? - Well, she's a single woman now.

Uh, it is a scenario worth looking into.

I'll get back to you about that.

And I will get back to you about that.

Cheers. - Is that Mike's wine?

Mm-hmm. - I've heard it's not great.

Even for a merlot. - No.

It takes a certain lack of talent to mess up a merlot.

My dad says that's why he sold his place...

because he failed as a winemaker.

Mm. - Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Oh, God. - Mm.

Hello?

Laslo Karlsson?

Brokenwood CIB. We just want a quick word.

Pretty sure I had this nightmare once.

Check this out.

Okay.

The artworks will be available for sale

after the performance.

These are artworks.

Can I help you?

DC Chalmers.

Detective Sims.

I say again, can I help you?

We're investigating the death of Rosco Flynn.

He's dead? - Very much so.

And... do you have a reaction to that?

I have mixed feelings.

He was a great player,

and I've made no secret about wanting him to join me.

Nukulele Armageddon.

The show I am devising, yes.

You were trying to recruit him. - As I said.

But no other members of the Brokenwood Ukulele Orchestra.

Amateurs.

They are the inspiration behind my show.

What is your show?

It's about the comfortable middle class,

who adopted the instrument of the worker

for their new "book club."

Not a fan of the... comfortable middle class?

No, not a big fan.

You said you had mixed feelings

about Rosco Flynn's death.

Well...

he was the one that cheated my parents out of their land.

But then he was a property developer.

And a cockroach does what a cockroach does.

Even cockroaches deserve a second chance.

How did he trick them out of their land?

He took advantage of their age and fragile

mental state to swindle them out of their life savings.

And did you try to stop them?

At the time, we were, shall we say, estranged.

Do you know who killed him, Laslo?

Oh, did somebody kill him?

You never said. - Yes.

I imagine there was quite a queue for that privilege.

But, no, I can't help you.

You paid the Brokenwood Ukulele Orchestra

a visit last night.

Then I came back here. - Were you alone?

Look around, Detective. Of course I was.

And unless you have a warrant to be in here,

I'd quite like to be left alone once more.

Okay, well, it was nice chatting.

Wasn't it?

God.

For a man on leave,

Mike is exhibiting signs of separation anxiety.

I need a coffee.

I'm guessing you're back in the office now.

You defaced the board.

Well, I wouldn't call it a defacement.

More a logical rethinking. How was Laslo Karlsson?

Disturbing. You're meant to be on leave,

which means we notify you when stuff happens.

Well, if half of what I hear is true,

then my worldly possessions are in Riverstone.

I need something to take my mind off it.

By thinking about the things

you're not meant to be thinking about?

Hmm. Occupational hazard.

Well, whoever did it, it's all about Annabella Flynn.

It would seem so.

We'll get up there to talk to her ASAP.

Don't bother. I'm already here.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Miss Flynn, DSS Mike Shepherd,

Brokenwood CIB.

Annabella, please.

And I was wondering when the police would get to me.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Yeah, I'm still trying to process it, really.

To be honest, in a way, Rosco died for me some time ago,

but, well, it's still awful.

No one deserves to be taken before their time.

I can't argue with that.

Do you mind me asking why you got divorced?

No, not at all.

Rosco got through my defenses, really.

He was charming and he was funny.

And he had an energy that I sort of needed in my life

at the time that we met.

We loved music.

We had fun.

But then I realized that, for his part, it was all an act.

In what way?

I've been lucky around money and wise with it,

but Rosco was born poor,

which created a hunger in him to be rich.

And, yeah, sometimes, he was rich,

but he was not good with money.

And so then he'd just lose it all over again.

So he married you for your money?

No. We married because we were in love.

But it's hard to keep loving someone who is shouting at you,

demanding that you give him money just

because he's your husband and he needs it.

But you never bailed him out? - No. From time to time,

I'd make reparations in either money or opportunity

to nice people who suffered because of Rosco.

But, no, I never gave him a cent.

And, inevitably, that became an issue too big

for the marriage to survive, so I began divorce proceedings.

And Rosco fought those proceedings?

Oh, yeah. Of course.

I mean, half of mine was his, according to him,

never mind the documents that he freely signed

before we got married.

Like I said, I'm sensible when it comes to money.

I can see that.

Oh, my goodness.

I am probably making myself sound like

your prime suspect, aren't I?

Well, luckily, I have made sandwiches.

Mmm! Lovely.

Well, I give good sandwich, even if I do say so myself.

Could we talk about the events of last night?

Yeah, of course. - When did you last see Rosco?

When I left, after rehearsal,

Iosefa, Rosco, and I all walked out together.

Right, mate.

So, you good for the meeting on Friday?

Of course.

Because spending time and money I don't have on lawyers

is what I live for! - Okay, great.

If the two of you were at war,

why did he join your ukulele group?

Because he knew his presence would drive me crazy.

He wanted to rub my nose in his talent.

He loved stirring for the sake of stirring

because it was a completely Rosco thing to do.

Why didn't you get him kicked out?

He joined after you, didn't he?

It's because Rosco was good.

We're not a great bunch of players,

and having him in there made us better.

There was one weird thing about last night.

As I was driving out of the car park, I thought I saw someone.

I mean, honestly, I saw whoever it was

just out of the corner of my eye,

and even as I say it now, I wonder if I imagined it.

But, well, given events, it may or may not be important.

And you came straight home? - I did.

And I even have a witness to back that up.

Iosefa was here when I got back.

Iosefa?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Because?

He was upset, so we sat up drinking whiskey and talking.

What was he upset about?

About Rosco.

You asked if having Rosco in the group was hard on me.

Well, it was just as bad, if not worse, for Iosefa,

given how Rosco had dragged him down again

in the Wragsby Gardens debacle.

And what time did he leave?

Sometime in the morning, I presume.

When I got up, he was gone.

Mind out of the gutter, Detective.

Iosefa and I have stayed up drinking whiskey

and talking into the night a few times.

And I always insist that he sleeps in one

of the spare rooms.

Mm.

Are we done?

It's just I have a lawyer to talk to for my sins.

Yes, we're done here.

Great. And please do sing out if you need anything else.

Yeah.

Oh, and congratulations, by the way.

On what? - Your new home.

Iosefa was very proud that he had sold both the old

and new dwellings to Brokenwood's top cop.

It's quite the pinnacle in his game, apparently.

Ah! I just hope that my stuff ends up

at the right address, unscathed.

Are you using the local crew? - Didn't have much choice.

You'll be fine. They look a bit rough, but they're good boys.

Do you know everyone and everything in Brokenwood?

Well, let's just say I'm connected to my community.

I really love your car. - Ha.

I was thinking of getting something a bit more like yours.

Oh, no, no. I mean, it gets the job done, but this...

this has soul.

True. Uh, but soul hasn't exactly been reliable lately.

Well, you never know what you've got till it's gone.

Unless you want to swap.

Probably just needs a service.

Yours is the same model as Rosco's car.

Yeah, we bought them together.

One of those grand gestures you think is romantic,

but really, it's just an attempt to save a dying marriage.

I can get that.

A classic.

I have faith.

Ah! There you go.

Hey, did I ever tell you the story about a friend of mine

and how the movers took her stuff to the wrong house

and there was no one there, so they just left it all

out on the front lawn? - Uh, no. And please don't.

You have a friend?

What did you learn about Annabella Flynn?

Pleasant, helpful, forthcoming,

and, as public opinion would have it, saint-like.

Do saints kill ex-husbands?

Especially when she was already free of him.

Well, not quite. I mean, he was still sniffing around,

trying to get his half of everything.

It's a way to head that off at the pass.

I get the feeling that, in a battle of lawyers,

she would win hands down.

So Rosco infiltrates her ukulele group,

and then Annabella kills him.

It's not a strong motive, though, is it?

Music does strange things to people.

Food of love and all that.

Hmm.

Maybe that's why Gina is in this band of happy players.

She's, um, taken up songwriting, apparently.

Uh, Frodo mentioned something about that.

That sounds...

Concerning.

Chalmers.

Why did Rosco join the Brokenwood Ukulele Orchestra?

Because he likes the ukulele that much?

Or to muscle in on Annabella's gig and show off his talent?

Or to woo her back?

On our way.

Incident at Wragsby Gardens.

You want to ride along?

I have other things to attend to.

Okay, that's definitely munted.

Thanks for the heads-up.

You must be Iosefa Knight.

Detective Kristin Sims. This is DC Chalmers.

Didn't quite nail the getaway, Iosefa.

Yes, I confess. I did it.

Bloody front-end loader ran out of diesel.

Yeah, we know it was you.

Got a bunch of calls about a Maori or

Pacific Islander driving a loader, smashing into a sign.

Why can they never tell us apart?

Alright, go on, arrest me.

Make my day.

All good. I know my rights.

No? - That's fine. We can just...

You can just walk.

I'm sitting in my office.

In the cruel silence, staring at the wall.

Then I just kind of snapped.

When you decided to kill Rosco.

No, not Rosco. The sign.

I wanted it gone, like it would erase the memories.

Of Rosco.

Being a fool and listening to Rosco twice.

Is this because of the Wragsby Gardens development?

And Keegan's Bay.

Keegan's Bay beachside paradise,

where promises are made

and dreams are washed away like the outgoing tide.

It didn't work out, I take it.

Year of my life wasted trying to sell something

that barely broke ground before he ran out of money.

Why did you get involved with him again?

Because Rosco always talked a good game.

Because Rosco felt apologetic about the Keegan's Bay fiasco

and swore it wouldn't happen again.

Swore he had the financing in place this time.

Because he offered me the exclusive listing rights.

I was greedy for the number he dangled in front of me

like the temptress that he was.

Man, I'm so stupid.

I should have seen it coming when I laid eyes on the ad.

What ad?

Wragsby Gardens, where you can be you...

...for as far as the eye can see.

Wragsby Gardens.

Bespoke sections, blank canvases on which

you can paint the house of your dreams.

Wragsby Gardens.

Where peace and serenity

are the passwords to adventure and excitement.

Wragsby Gardens.

Fertile and fecund,

where you can plant your dreams and watch them grow.

Wragsby Gardens.

Where seeing is believing.

Get in now, before all this is gone.

I know. Leaves you speechless.

Okay. Um...

I have so many questions, like why the ukulele?

I asked Rosco that.

He said it was a point of difference.

Point of difference from reality?

Yeah, well, needless to say,

the uptake on the offerings wasn't great.

Non-existent, really. - Okay, um...

I'm... I'm so sorry that happened to you.

Uh, so you left the hall

and went straight to Annabella's place, yes?

I paused to call her,

but it went straight to voicemail, so I left a message.

Well, it was more of an outpouring, really.

Vaguely saw Julie walking past during my rant.

Figured I must look like a lunatic,

so might as well head over there and say what I wanted to say

over a very nice whiskey.

It's a thing we do sometimes.

And did you see or notice anything out of the ordinary?

Not really.

I saw a flag.

That made me sad.

Uh, what kind of flag?

A chopper flag.

It would have been attached to an awesome bike, probably,

with a banana seat, sissy bars. ape hangers, I imagine.

I always wanted one when I was little,

but mum would never let me.

She got me a Raleigh 20. Dumbest bike in the world.

Am I a suspect to you?

The good news, Mr. Knight,

is that you are not under arrest for the sign,

given that it was Rosco Flynn's property,

and... well, he's not here to file a complaint, is he?

Thanks, Iosefa.

Hey. - Hey.

You okay? - Oh, gosh.

It is polite to announce your arrival.

Uh, I'm here.

I can see that.

Uh, was that an original tune?

Yes.

Oh.

Cool. Uh, what's it about?

It's private.

Why are you here? - Um...

does anyone in the Brokenwood Ukulele Orchestra

get to rehearsal by bike?

No.

You're sure? - Yes.

And, afterwards, when you left,

there was no bike in the car park?

If there was, I didn't see it when I left.

But, then again, it was dark,

and I was choosing a podcast on my phone

about the Massacre of Novgorod under Ivan the Terrible.

I like to listen to something relaxing

during my evening walks.

Of course you do.

Is Mike coming back soon?

I will definitely let you know.

"Sheep to your shepherd." Hmm. Who could that be?

Well, at least now we know what she seeks.

Mm.

There is something not right about that woman.

Well, we've known that for quite some time with Gina.

No. Annabella Flynn.

There is almost nothing to be found anywhere about her.

I mean, if she's such a saint,

where are the outward signs of her sainthood?

Rich white woman in a small town.

Usually, they're on a committee, somewhere out and about,

doing their good works for all to see,

posting it for the world and their dog,

but Annabella Flynn... nothing.

Well, hubby more than makes up for that.

Any photos of Annabella alongside him in this world?

No, nothing.

Probably didn't want to be tainted by his failures.

Yes, busy saving the lost souls he left in his wake.

Yeah, but just the ones she likes.

Although...

You found her secret double life?

Not exactly.

A month ago,

Annabella reported a break-in at her home.

Guess what was taken.

Can we not play that game?

One thing.

A very expensive Nainoa ukulele.

A month ago, you reported a burglary at your house?

Uh, yes, my Nainoa.

The insurance company said I had to file a complaint

before they'd pay out.

Standard procedure.

Would this, by any chance, be that ukulele?

Um... y-yeah, it could be.

Or one exactly like it.

Or Rosco's one.

You and Rosco had matching ukuleles?

Yeah. We bought them together on holiday in Hawaii.

Is this one damaged because of what happened to Rosco?

There is a connection,

but this is not Rosco's ukulele.

His one was in its bag in his car.

Right. So is it my one?

It would seem so.

Sorry. I, um... I just don't understand

what the connection... - This is the murder weapon.

This is? - Yes.

W-Wow. Um...

did... did someone, like, hit him with it?

The ukulele was deliberately broken

and then modified so the strings could be used as a ligature.

He was strangled with it.

Oh, God.

Are you alright, Miss Flynn?

Um...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry. I'm just...

That is... That is just, like, so grotesque.

So, obviously, the

circumstances regarding the burglary

become important to our investigation.

Mm. - You can see that.

Yeah. No, I-I can. Um, I just...

I don't really know if there's anything

I can say that will, uh, be of any use.

Um, it... it was there in the house,

in the music room, where it always lived.

Hey, sounding good!

No, it's not, but it is sounding better,

so I will take it.

I finished replanting the succulents.

Want to come take a look?

Oh, yes, I would love to.

And so Julie and I went outside into the garden.

And then, when we came back inside,

a door that had previously been closed

was open and the Nainoa was gone.

Was Julie Jones with you the whole time

you were out of the room?

I know where you're going with that,

and you're wrong.

Julie was definitely with me when this was stolen.

And, yeah, she has a record,

of which I was well aware when I hired her,

but she has been nothing but hard-working since that day.

You called Rosco not long after you left the rehearsal?

I did, yeah.

Well, why didn't you just talk to him

while you were there? - Well, because sometimes,

it's not until you walk away from someone

that you think of what you want to say.

So the phone call that night was an argument.

It ended up that way.

It started with me saying, "Don't you dare

duck the lawyer meeting again.

Try manning up and actually showing this time."

It then swerved through to, "And while you're at it,

why don't you bugger off and join Laslo

and his freako male therapy session."

And then it ended with me saying...

"I'm so looking forward to not having you in my life anymore."

I'm not very proud of that last one,

considering it was the last thing I ever said to Rosco.

But, yeah, apart from that,

it was very much one of our standard arguments.

Can I... Can I go now, please?

By all means. - Great. Thank you.

So Annabella Flynn had motive.

Does seem that way.

Well, we may have a new contender for motive.

Laslo's parents died on the Gold Coast.

Murder-suicide, it was ruled.

That would explain the darkness in young Laslo.

Mm.

Ah, here we go.

I searched "Nukulele Armageddon."

Stop it. - With pleasure.

Now go back a bit.

♪ ...girlfriend

Stop. There in the mirror.

Well, hello, Julie.

Hi, Julie!

Quick word, if you don't mind.

Yeah, I know Laslo. He's kind of hard to miss.

But how well do you know him?

Well enough to be shooting videos at his place, obviously.

Which one? Shot a bunch of videos with him.

You never mentioned this to me.

Yeah, because I knew you'd freak.

No, not at all.

Alright, then.

So, did you meet Laslo through the ukulele orchestra?

No. he'd been kicked out by the time I joined.

Well, where did you meet him, then?

Up at Annabella's, when I started working there.

What was he doing at Annabella's?

Sometimes, he's giving her ukulele lessons.

Sometimes, they're just sitting and talking.

Shocking thing to happen.

I really feel for you, and...

Why did she go to him for lessons?

I don't know. Ask her. - What's wrong with me?

Maybe she's bored of all the lame music choices you make.

I thought you liked the songs we do.

I like the singing. I like the playing.

I'm not so keen on the songs.

They're classics. - Yeah, so last century.

When you were with Laslo,

did he ever talk about Rosco Flynn at all?

Julie?

Julie, it is in your best interest to answer the question.

Yeah, of course he talked about Rosco.

I mean, this is the guy that ripped off his parents, right?

Which led to them killing themselves.

So, yeah, he talked about him.

Doesn't mean he killed him, though.

Detective. - Annabella.

Hi. I-I was just in the neighborhood, so...

Yeah, look, I'm... I'm sorry.

I feel like I have cooperated fully with you all,

and, yet, these questions, they just keep on coming.

Yes, well, unfortunately, that is the nature of

a homicide investigation.

Liam Wragsby, or Laslo Karlsson,

as you know him, probably...

No, I know him as both.

What about him?

You were in the orchestra with him?

Yeah, I was.

And Rosco did the land deal with his parents?

Uh, yes, but the two are not connected.

So, after he was booted out of the orchestra,

why was he such a frequent visitor here?

Well, I don't know if I'd say "frequent."

But he was a visitor.

I asked him to give me ukulele lessons

and I paid him for his time.

For all his shortcomings as a human,

he was actually a very good teacher.

Did Laslo ever talk about Rosco

while he was here with you?

Do you mean, did he tell me that he wanted to kill Rosco?

Well, I'm... I'm sure he didn't go that far.

Look, we talked about a lot of things

and we bonded, in a way, over the fact that we both

lost our parents in tragic circumstances.

Is he in love with you?

Well, if he is, he definitely kept that to himself.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

Uh, nope. - Okay.

I think that's it, unless... - Bye, then.

No, that's all.

Come on, girl.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Bugger!

Bugger.

Car trouble, Mike?

Ha. Indeed. - Yeah, I know the feeling.

Lucky you're not trying to use a front-end loader

as a getaway vehicle.

I have no idea what that means.

You will. - Okay.

You're heading to your new place, right?

Yes. - Me too.

Bringing this over, as promised.

I'll trade you that for a lift to

where I can call a tow truck.

Ha! Michael, we can do better than that.

You give me the thumbs-up

when you feel me take the strain and uh...

and then leave the driving to me.

Are you sure about this?

Am I sure?

How hard can it be?

♪ Hell of a day down here on the river ♪

♪ Couldn't wait just to throw in a line ♪

♪ Hell of a day down here on the river ♪

♪ Sitting with you here by my side ♪

♪ What a day down here on the water ♪

♪ Look about, not a cloud in the sky ♪

♪ What a day down here on the river ♪

No, no, no.

♪ Sittin' in heaven, havin' a hell of a time ♪

No, no, no, no! Iosefa!

♪ No raindrops or hurricane will keep me away ♪

♪ I've got a plan and I'm gonna stay ♪

♪ As long as that sun keeps shinin'

and the fish keep fighting ♪

♪ The clouds are gonna stay away ♪

♪ My soul's on fire, I'm in for a hell of a day ♪

Iosefa!

Here you go. Safe and sound.

Oh!

Hey, Mike, why is your car bleeding out?

Oh. - Ooh. That's not good.

It may be a mercy killing.

You're welcome.

Also, I probably should have warned you about this,

as your real-estate agent,

but a fair few ratbags live around here, so, uh,

best not leave your car unlocked at night.

Hooray.

♪ White linen rustle when she walks ♪

♪ Blessings on the children every time she talks ♪

♪ She's a devil or an angel sweet ♪

♪ Heart of innocence or villainy ♪

♪ One-dimensional fantasy ♪

♪ Here to curse or bless ♪

♪ A damsel in distress ♪

♪ Or just a devil in a dress ♪

Mike. I was just thinking about you.

Uh, I mean, I was thinking about you moving house.

Uh, how is it going?

Oh.

You want me.

In the garage.

It will be my pleasure.

Show me where the offender was in relation to Rosco.

Oh.

Good. Uh, now garrote me.

I have nothing to garrote you with.

Well, uh, just pretend. Use your hands.

Yeah, good.

Uh... now get out.

What? - Uh, get out, shut the door.

So, I'm Rosco,

I've just come out of ukulele practice,

I've climbed into my car,

and you come out of the dark, about to murder me.

What the hell? What are you doing?

I'm doing what you told me. - No, s-sorry.

I'm being Rosco reacting to the person climbing in behind me.

Yet, when the body was discovered,

the position of it indicated he was unaware

that someone was behind him, attacking him.

Yes, that's what I'm thinking.

Therefore, the killer was waiting for him.

Hmm. Now get up.

Shut the door.

Hmm.

Now get inside and wait for me.

I can't. The car is locked.

Mm. Exactly. So how did they get in?

The car was unlocked.

In a dark car park at night?

Would someone really leave their car unlocked?

Or whoever killed Rosco had a spare set of keys,

unlocked the vehicle,

climbed in, locked it, then waited.

Yes, indeed, Gina. Yes, indeed.

Hmm.

Check it out.

Laslo!

Brokenwood CIB. Got time for a chat?

Why doesn't he just answer the door like normal people?

Laslo!

You here?

Hey.

Hello.

Oh, God. Do we have to?

Laslo, turn off the music.

We need to talk to you.

I am done talking to the likes of you.

Representatives of the world that let Rosco Flynn steal

my parents' land and condemn them to die.

Is that why you killed him, Laslo?

You are not welcome here.

Then let's take this back to the station.

What if I don't want to go?

Then we'll ask you again nicely

and hope that you reconsider.

Not gonna happen.

Suck on this!

Put it down, Laslo. - Never.

Put down the Ukulele.

Laslo Karlsson, you are under arrest

for assault on a police officer.

We've brought in Laslo Karlsson

on assault with an ukulele.

You guys alright?

We might have to add his taste in music

to his list of charges.

He's in Interview 1.

He's waived his right to a lawyer.

I'll join you.

Alright, Laslo,

what can you tell us about the death of Rosco Flynn?

I strangled him.

Didn't take half as long as I thought it would.

Did you use a weapon in this act?

A very nice Nainoa ukulele.

Such a waste, but needs must.

And where did you get that ukulele?

I stole it from Annabella Flynn's house

a month ago.

Did someone help you with this?

If you mean, did Julie help me, no.

She doesn't know anything about any of this.

But she distracted Annabella, giving you the opportunity.

But she didn't know that was happening.

I saw the opportunity. I took it.

And this was quite a while before you went through with it.

I needed time to prepare and to... practice.

On the night in question,

can you run us through your actions?

Well, I turned up, obviously.

And then I waited.

Then I decided I wanted to look Rosco in the eye...

...one last time.

And I put on a little...

show for them all.

Bravo!

Another Kiwi classic slaughtered at your altar.

Then I went back outside.

...and spending time and money I don't have on lawyers.

is what I live for!

Hi, Julie.

Pleasure, as always.

Never mind I played well tonight, Rosco.

Oh, no. Yeah, totally. You were killing it.

Good night, Rosco. - Good night, Gina.

Yeah. You were saying?

Night, Rosco. - Okay. Yeah.

Dick. - Alright.

Once Selena left...

it was time.

After that...

it was easy.

Like I was on autopilot.

I can't pretend it didn't feel good.

It was almost dawn when I got to bed,

after burning the bag, gloves, clothes,

everything.

Hard work, committing homicide.

At least justice was served.

Mm. That's a very compelling story, Laslo.

Thanks for that.

If you excuse us for a bit,

then we'll make everything official.

Is there something we're missing here?

We got our confession. It is what it is.

Sometimes, "It is what it is"

means "It is what it shouldn't be."

We should... We should still write it up, though.

Just give me a minute?

Mind if I ask you a couple of quick questions?

Why did you go into the hall at the start of the evening?

Like I said, I wanted to look Rosco in the eye.

But it did kind of advertise you as a suspect.

I mean, if you'd just waited in the bushes,

you might have got away with it.

Okay. We'll, uh, put that one down

to hubris and a rookie mistake.

But unless there was somebody already there

who needed to know that you'd be outside and ready to go.

I told you, Julie had nothing to do with this.

You did.

My second question... um...

how did you manage to get into the back of Rosco's car

so quickly and stealthily?

I mean, you've got this uke thing in two hands.

You open the door, climb inside,

and then you get the strings over his head.

See, if I was you, I would have gotten hold of Rosco's

spare car keys, climbed in the back while he was inside,

locked the door, laid down,

and then, when he got inside, just popped up.

That's not how it happened.

My last question...

how did you know that Rosco would be the last one

left in the car park?

I mean, he was one of the first ones out.

If he hadn't have got the phone call,

he would have shot through,

and you would have had to have done it

as witnesses were pouring forth from the hall.

Guess I just got lucky.

Are you protecting someone, Laslo?

He killed my parents,

and I wanted him to die for that, so I did it.

I did it all by myself.

Of course you did.

Just let me know if the songs are too boring for you.

Give it a rest, Auntie. I said I was sorry.

You've got such a great voice.

Cheer up.

Okay. I'll take the lead on the first one.

So I sing my song after the first one?

If you must.

Why does everyone have ukuleles?

We wandered into a cult.

Here you go.

For you. And one for you.

Uh, what... what's this for?

You didn't think it was just us, did you?

Huh.

Do you think anyone would notice if we flee?

Nah, I'm into it. Dust off past glories.

Mike is coming? - Uh, yep.

He should be here soon. Just tying up some loose ends.

He must come.

Detective!

Miss Flynn.

You've still got your car, I'm pleased to see.

It was touch and go there for a while,

but I guess I'm stuck in my ways.

Is that one of those fancy ukuleles?

Yes. It's a Nainoa.

I treated myself to a trip to Hawaii.

To pick up another one just like the murder weapon?

Uh, well, that was a tenor, and this is a concert.

Makes all the difference.

Have you spoken to Laslo?

The man who killed my ex-husband?

No, I'm not sure why I would do that.

Did you actually have to ask him to kill Rosco

or did you let the thought seep in

and then let devotion do the rest?

Okay, look, a young man did a terrible thing

for some misguided reason, but what's done is done.

No denying that.

And if you don't mind, I have a gig to get to.

I'm aware of that. - Oh, well, you should come.

What have you got to lose? - I might just do that.

Okay. See you there.

Your spare key.

How do you have that?

A search warrant executed

while you were treating yourself.

Searching for what?

The spare remote to Rosco's car.

Well, why... I-I don't have that.

No, you don't, but you did.

Sorry. I'm... I'm very confused.

At first, I thought it was the... the matching-car thing,

that your key could open his car and vice versa.

But I was told otherwise.

These things are coded separately.

You have identical cars, same make, model, color,

but the keys are unique, even though they look the same.

Thanks, Tony. - So?

So? - Have you made a decision?

The sexy sedan or the man ute?

Yes, I have made a decision.

Mm. - Oh.

In the same way that your ukuleles looked identical

and your cars are basically the same, so, too, are your remotes.

The spare key we found at Rosco's

was not a match for his car.

Someone swapped his remote for yours.

The one I'm holding now.

Okay, so I guess they got mixed up in the split.

A harmless mix-up?

Yeah.

Unless it was intentionally passed on to someone else.

Mr. Karlsson...

one more question.

You're quite the storyteller, Mr. Karlsson.

There's only one problem.

What's that? - I don't believe you.

Your loss.

No.

The loss is all yours, Laslo.

You may be enamored with Annabella Flynn.

In love, even.

And, yes, she will visit you in prison,

initially to keep you sweet in your lie,

but, eventually, she will know that no one will believe you

even if you decide to tell all.

As the strange and lonely Laslo Karlsson dwindles away

into the interminable boredom that is prison.

I didn't lie.

I killed Rosco Flynn.

I know you did.

But you had help.

And if you explain that help, who and how,

I'm sure a judge will look more kindly on your sentence.

Share the load a little.

Never.

Never?

Never.

Even if it means the difference between 17 and 35 years?

35 long, long years.

I have nothing to say.

Okay.

I won't hold you up any longer.

Wait.

He explained that when you left your door

unlocked so that he could steal your Nainoa,

he was gifted something else.

Rosco's spare key you had switched

gave him access to the critical element of surprise.

And he offered up one little extra detail.

You've already left and you're still busting my balls.

Rosco, don't you dare try and get out of the meeting again.

Just man up and show up. Can you do that?

No more lawyers, Annabella.

I just want what's rightfully mine.

Well, bugger off then and join Laslo.

What the hell are you doing?

won't you come here and rescue me? ♪

No sign of Annabella?

And no sign of...

Mike!

Can I get a glass of sav, please?

Sorted.

Good.

Not on your life.

Hello. Welcome to the first-ever...

and hopefully not last-ever...

public performance of the Brokenwood Ukulele Orchestra.

No mucking around.

This one starts in the ever-loving chord of "E."

Take it away, Julie.

Okay?

One, two, three, four.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Thank you.

And now I would like to dedicate this next song

to a very special person.

It's called "You Are My Shepherd."