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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."