All language subtitles for The Brokenwood Mysteries - S02E01 - Leather & Lace.en

Come on.

What?

Leave me alone, you freak!

Go away or I'll call the cops!

Nothing like a 3-k run
to sort the hangover.

Speak for yourself.
I'm mashed.

That's why I gave up
Sunday drinks.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's bloody Arnie.

Breen's team, huh?

Mm-hmm.

The infamous
Brokenwood Cheetahs.

Infamous because?

They're truly dreadful.

Ah. Is that why they're forced
to cheat?

Cheetahs as in the animal.

Ah.

The dead guy is their coach?

Mm-hmm. Arnie Langstone. 53.

Aside from coaching,
he's involved in Rotary,

Business Roundtable,
Breakfast Club for Kids,

the fun run.

One of the good guys.

Yeah.
Everyone loved Arnie.

Perhaps not everyone.

Is that coffee?

Oh, yeah.
You want some?

Did you make it?

I'd made a pot at the station
when the call came through.

Oh.
No. I'm good.

Footprints?
Really?

You never know.

Two social rugby teams as well
as the Cheetahs use this ground.

Don't they say every boot print
paints a thousand words?

No.

Mm.

Don't worry, Arnie.

We'll get you out of here
very soon and into a more...

dignified position.

You knew them, didn't you?

He knew his killer.

And you know this how?

'Cause he's staring at them.

And the retina of the eye acts
like a camera.

The -- The last image they see
is imprinted on the eye.

Are you serious?

No.

But I've always thought
if it did happen,

it would make our job
a hell of a lot easier.

Are you okay?

Not my ideal way of
mixing business with pleasure,

but hey.

Bag that.

I'll start with interviewing
the lads.

Hey, uh,
best you sit this one out.

What?

Uh, right now
there are 15 suspects.

You're joking.

Head home.
Take a shower.

We'll be around later
for a witness statement.

- You're standing me down?
- No.

Come on. Don't stand me down.
How will that look?

Which is why
I'm not standing you down.

You have leave owing, right?

- Yeah.
- I'm making you take that leave.

Right.

Breen, did Arnie have family?

Wife?
Kids?

Oh, now you want me.

Separated.

Barbara Langstone.
Connemara Drive -- 9, I think.

No kids that I know of.

- Barbara Langstone?
- Yes.

D.S.S. Mike Shepherd.
Brokenwood C.I.B.

- Yes?
- Uh, have you got a moment?

Sorry. No. I'm running late
for an appointment.

A quiet word.
It's important.

If I miss this appointment,
it takes weeks to get another.

Arnie Langstone
is your ex-husband?

Yes.

I'm afraid he's been found
dead -- at the rugby grounds.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Would you like to sit down
inside?

Is there someone I can call
for you?

No, no, no.
It's okay.

How did he...

There'll be a postmortem.

But it would appear he's been
the victim of foul play.

God.
Poor Arnie.

Uh, is there anything
I need to do?

Well, I'd appreciate a chat
about Arnie --

his background, friends,
associates.

Perhaps later. This appointment,
it's in Riverstone.

The sooner the better
if that's okay.

Yeah. Of course.
I've got to go.

Sorry.
Thank you for letting me know.

There is bruising about the head
and abdomen.

I'd say he was attacked,
probably punched.

Fatal blows?

No.
That didn't kill him.

There are also traces
of lipstick about his mouth.

Transferred, I think.

So he was lucky
before he got unlucky.

Perhaps he lit a cigarette
from a candle.

He was a smoker?

Not that I can tell.

But in Russia, if you light
a cigarette from a candle,

it is very bad luck.

He's not Russian.

Then for the most part,
he was lucky -- until this.

Time of death?

Between 11:00 p.m. and 1:00 a.m.

And the cause?

Setting aside candles,
cigarettes, and bad luck.

Suffocation.

From having this taped
over his face?

No. The ball did not make
a perfect seal.

Something lacy and black did.

Talk about biting off
more than you can chew.

There is no sign of chewing.

They were forced
down his trachea.

I'll come back later.

No, no.
Come in.

That looks... intriguing.

The murder weapon.

They were jammed down
Arnie's throat.

Mm.
Okay.

That's intriguing
and also a little bit icky.

Are they ripped?

Yes.
As you say, intriguing.

Rugby's a rough game.

Beaten and choked.

Yeah.
And put on display.

Anything from the players?

Uh, not a lot.

Arnie trained us really hard,

but he was always up for a beer
and a laugh.

Rubbish coach
but nice enough guy.

Worst coach,
but the best at the same time.

Feels kind of weird talking
about him in the past tense.

And such a "now" guy, eh?

Would you... like a moment?

You know how some people sponsor
a child in Africa?

Arnie had three.

Who'd want to do that to Arnie?

That's... what I'm asking.

Um, did Arnie have any enemies?

Anyone with a grudge?

No.
Got nothing.

No.

So fairly unanimous love
and undying loyalty.

Why have you written "such
a loser" on Gazza's statement?

Did I?

Cause I'd thought it.

I didn't actually realize
I'd written it down.

Sorry. It's nothing.
It's not relevant to the case.

Oh, look.
It's...

When I first moved
to Brokenwood,

I went on a few dates.

And Gazza -- Gareth --
was one of them.

Romance blossomed?

Not so much.

Hey, Gazza.

Oh... God.

What is that smell?

Oh, that --
that window doesn't work.

First date?

And last.

Hey, uh, why are there only 13
of them?

Uh, well, Breen, obviously,

and Steve Fanshaw, their
number five and landscaper.

The only player not to show up

on the day that their coach
is murdered.

Indeed.

Hey, take a look at this.

Is that a brand you're aware of?

That's not the brand.
They're initials.

But, uh, whoever G.G. is,
they didn't skimp on quality.

Demi Prive?

The Rolls-Royce
of women's lingerie?

- Interesting.
- Sorry.

After however many ex-wives,
did you never buy a pair of...

Anyone spring to mind?

Governor Grey.

New Zealand's first premier?
Unlikely.

- I’ll do a name check.
- Mm.

Do that, because...

...that was the last thing
on Arnie's phone.

From a prepay?

Nontraceable.

Okay. I'm thinking no
to Governor Grey.

And whoever G.G. is, seems like
she's missing her underwear.

- Hey.
- Busy, I see.

I'd rather be at work.

We need your statement.

Are you serious?

It's Roxy's.
She uses it for fitness.

Fitness?

She's in the fitness industry.

You're welcome to try it.

No. I'm good.

So, um, what time did you
get to the rugby grounds?

6:30.

We always do
an early Monday session.

Gets you warmed up
for the working week.

Arnie's car was there
when we arrived.

It's not like Arnie to be late.

Well, his car's out the front.
He can't be far away.

Maybe he slept in.

Maybe he got lucky last night.

Why would Davo think
that Arnie got lucky?

Oh, it's locker-room banter,
I guess.

Let's do our 3-k while we wait.

Bugger off.

- Can't hurt.
- Hasn't helped up till now.

Fifty straight losses, Breeno.

Got to be some kind
of world record.

Hey, Arnie's our coach.
Respect.

Yeah.

Remember what Arnie says --
"Winning is easy.

It's how you lose
that makes you real winners."

Yeah. I don't think
that's quite it, Gazza.

Fair call sticking up for Arnie
back there.

He's still a lousy bloody coach.

Come on, boys!
Get it.

Dig it in.

When we got back from the run,
that's when we found him.

How would you describe him
as a coach?

Traditional.

Aggressive?

Hell, no.
He had no time for that.

He had a zero-tolerance policy
towards aggro.

Aggression-free rugby?
Novel.

Arnie's mantra was,

"Violence has no place
on the rugby field."

Well, this is finally getting
interesting.

- Cheese roll?
- Oh. Yes, please.

This is the real reason
I come to the game, Mrs. M.

Arnie chose to field 14 men
on Saturday

rather than condone Steve's
actions from the week before.

- How'd the team feel about that?
- We all knew Arnie's rules.

So Steve Fanshaw was a hothead,
then?

Well, he's got a short fuse.

But Arnie was helping him
with that.

By standing him down?

Tough love, I guess.

You know, I could be more help
to you on the case.

You've been helpful.

So when can I come back to work?

Come on.
I don't want to be on leave.

We can't have the public crying
cover-ups

and all that sort of carry-on.

Yeah.
Yeah. I know.

It's just the longer
I stick around here,

Roxy is gonna find me stuff
to do around the house.

Which would eat into Xbox time.

I need to find solace somehow.

One last question --

Do the initials G.G.
mean anything?

Governor Grey?

That's what I said.

You know,
it's one thing to kill a man.

But to strip him naked,
tape a rugby ball over his face,

and ram some knickers
down his throat --

That's more than just murder.

'Tis indeed a statement.

So, is G.G. the initials
of a jilted lover?

Or the wife of a man

that caught Arnie
with his hand in the cookie jar?

Hello again.

Barbara, uh,
this is Detective Sims.

Hello.

I'm really sorry
about your ex-husband.

Thank you.

About before --
I think I was in shock.

I understand.

Uh, did you make
your appointment?

- What?
- In Riverstone.

Uh, yes. Yes, I did.
Sorry.

It's the news about Arnie.
I'm still trying to take it in.

Would you like to come inside?

Uh, that's okay.
We can talk here.

Cute house.

So you and Arnie
were separated for three years?

Four.

Uh, do you mind me asking
the reasons for the split?

Just drifted apart.

Yeah.
That happens.

You've been there?

I'm something of an expert.

Separation was the logical step.

No kids involved.
Wasn't that messy.

That was a mutual decision?

It was.

I mean, why live with someone
who isn't present?

Four years but no divorce?

No.

You said "not present."

Where was Arnie?

The Arnie I married used to be
a very aggressive rugby coach.

He'd push his players
to be hard men on the field.

Brutal in pursuit of victory.

And about 10 years ago
during a game...

...opposing player died
right there on the field.

Arnie blamed himself --
coaching style.

But he didn't give up
on the game?

I think he thought redemption
could only come

by changing the culture
from within.

So Arnie changed,
and that's why you split?

He retreated.

Into himself?

Via his shed.

Look.
I'll show you.

This is where Arnie spent
a lot of time.

What was his beer like?

I don't drink beer.

But he must've been proud
of his first brew, surely.

Did he wax lyrical
about its hoppy taste?

I don't remember.
Like I said, I don't drink beer.

What else did he do in here?

I have no idea.

Oh, he made a key-ring hanger
once.

It's by the back door.

Arnie's handiwork.

I'd like to say
he was a better rugby coach,

but as you know,
his record was dire.

He left his tools behind.

You mean was there a screaming
row and did I throw him out?

Okay.
Did he leave in a hurry?

Like I said,
we just drifted apart.

So that was four years ago.

- Have you moved on?
- Sorry?

Are you seeing anyone?

I'm okay with being single.

And what about Arnie?
Was he seeing anyone?

Not that I know of.

Oh, um, one last question.

It's just a formality, really,

but, um, do you know
if Arnie had life insurance?

I have no idea.

Being single isn't the same
as not seeing someone.

Yeah, and not seeing someone
is all well and good.

But some bloke is keeping their
rugby boots by her front door.

Perhaps they're hers.

Fair point.

Been

Lipstick.

Arnie loved his music.

I've never understood the appeal
of classical music.

Not enough jangly guitars

and lyrics about losing your dog
down a coal mine for you?

Oh, come on.
You know you love it.

You know I don't.

You're still young.

He loved his rugby.

He never properly unpacked.

Maybe he was hoping
he and Barbara would reconcile.

Hey, take a look at this.

Two toothbrushes.

Arnie wasn't a bachelor
after all.

And whoever she was,
she left in a hurry.

Any luck?

No one on that side remembers
Arnie having a live-in lover,

a flatmate, or a girlfriend.

Likewise.

And those two --
Neither are home.

Maybe she'll come back.

Ta.

Missing-person report.

Dena Clarke, 19.

Came to Brokenwood
from Riverstone on Sunday night

and never came home.

I'll take a look at that,
shall I?

Mm-hmm.

See if there's a connection.

Oh, hey.

And, uh, women in the area
with the initials G.G.

Gillian Green, 35.

- She missing a red dress?
- Unlikely.

She's in a coma

and has been in a special-care
facility for two years.

Gemma Gordon, Georgia Gascoyne,
and Grace Godber

are 11, 9, and 7 years old
respectively.

Gwynedd Griffiths.

Gwynedd --
Is that even a real name?

Mm.
Welsh, I think.

- Because?
- Griffiths?

Plus she moved back to Wales
three months ago.

Did she take all her underwear?

That's a rhetorical question,
right?

Mm.

Uh, Glenda Gladwell is 93
and in a rest home.

I have a follow-up with Steve
Fanshaw, the missing Cheetah.

You okay?

Yeah.
Old friend.

A bit far out for noise control,
isn't it?

I'm here about Arnie.

Detective Sims.

Do you want to sit down
somewhere or...

No.

I'm in a bit of a hurry.
Is this gonna take long?

Because you weren't working
yesterday?

I had to go over to Riverstone
yesterday.

Is that why you weren't
at practice yesterday morning?

Arnie stood me down
for the game on Saturday.

I wasn't in the mood
for practice.

How did you feel
about being stood down?

I was a dick.
Probably cost us the game.

Were you upset with Arnie?

He's the coach.

Even if he was a useless one?

- You said it, not me.
- What, and you never have?

In jest.

We used to give Arnie
a hard time.

Fifty straight losses

isn't exactly a mark
of excellence, is it?

That must be frustrating
for you.

Yeah, could be.

You've had problems
with violence in the past.

- Haven't you, Steve?
- Oh, yeah.

That's your angle, is it?

Didn't you once threaten
to kill Arnie?

That was a long time ago.

We were all going through
a rough time.

Then Arnie got me enrolled in
some anger-management classes.

And it helped.

I'm different now.

What about your meltdown
in the game last week?

First one in ages.

And Arnie was right
to give me some time out.

Arnie's coaching didn't make for
great rugby,

but it made for better players.

And your movements Sunday night?

I was hanging at home,

then I went to the
Frog and Cheetah for a beer,

then I went home again.

Ray Neilson was serving.
He'll tell you I was there.

And home is?

29 Bushmill Terrace.

I flat with Dave and Gazza
from the team.

I didn't hurt Arnie.

Thanks for your help.

Yeah, yeah.
Steve was in here.

Any others from the team?

They all were.

I give them cheap drinks
on game night

if they show up
in their jerseys.

Course, they all turn up
in their jerseys,

the cheap bastards.

Here you are.
Cheers.

Best and worst thing I ever did
sponsoring that damn team.

On the one hand, I get all the
lads in here spending up large.

On the other hand,
I've got my pub's name

on the most shite local team
in the country.

Don't they say there's
no such thing as bad publicity?

Yeah, but, I mean, being
associated with a pack of losers

for five years?

It's not a good look
for this place.

See, the Frog and Cheetah
is an aspirational bar.

People come here
to feel good about themselves.

Isn't that right, Len?

What?

This place --
where dreams come true.

Oh.

Yep.

Len's a house painter.

You know what they say.
Fast hands, slow mind.

Not to speak ill of the dead,
but maybe now that Arnie's gone,

they might start winning games
again.

You think it was down
to the coaching, then?

What do you think?

I'm asking you.

He was too soft on them.
Lacked the killer instinct.

- There was a reason for that.
- Yeah, yeah.

There's a fine line between
assertion and aggression.

He went all namby-pamby on them

when he should've been kicking
their butts.

You were here all night?

Yep.

What about the other players?
Do you know what time they left?

No.

No idea?

Mate, I run a busy pub.

I'm not like Arnie,
holding their hands.

They come.
They go.

Hey, Len, were you in here
on Sunday night

when Steve and the boys
were drinking?

- Yeah.
- When did you leave?

Same time I always do.

When you kick me out.

Talk to Len.

Len, is it?

D.S.S. Mike Shepherd.

I'm making inquiries
about Arnie Langstone.

Yeah.
I overheard.

Bloody sad.

Um, can you remember
if Steve Fanshaw was in here

on Sunday night?

Yeah.
Him and the others.

Well, no different
from any other Sunday.

Team lost. Drank here.
Went home.

You don't play yourself?

No.

My brother used to play,
but I... never had the speed.

Mm.

Just a loyal fan, then?

When we lose, there's always
Mrs. Marlowe's cheese rolls.

Oh. Excuse me.

What have you got?

We've located Dena Clarke's car.

About five K out of town
on Riverstone Road.

Locked?

Yeah.
Must've broken down.

Bet you 10 bucks
she ran out of gas.

Based on?

Mm.
The bonnet's not up.

I had an ex-wife that never
checked the fuel gauge.

I swear she thought that the "E"
stood for "extra full."

This was ex-wife number...

So she's headed out of town,
back to Riverstone.

She runs out of gas.

Or breaks down.

Decides to hitch.

Sims!

Gibbs!

Gibbs.

Mike?

Maybe she was disorientated.

I admire your optimism.

If she was,
she was in a hell of a a hurry.

Sims.

Gibbs, take upstream.

Hey. There's a wallet
in that handbag.

Dena's I.D. is in there.

If she had followed this, she
would have made it back to town.

Eventually.

Or not.

Hey, Dena.

We've found you.

Dena's wallet
still has cash inside it,

and her car keys are there.

Look at this.

She's in bare feet
at this stage, right?

As she slid, she pushed
the earth aside this way.

- Feet are smooth, right?
- Yeah.

But...

...the other person followed
a different line.

It's like they've clawed
the ground.

Or they're wearing...

...unusual shoes.

Okay.
Everyone stand still.

Please do not move
until I say so.

Mike.

Got it.

Over here.

We need a cast taken.

I can put the time
of death between 11:00 p.m.

and 1:00 a.m. Sunday night.

Same time as Arnie Langstone.

Coincidence?

I don't know.

Cause of death is strangulation.

Whereas Arnie was suffocation.

Yes.

This girl was strangled
by hands.

You can see the bruising
around here and here.

Big hands?
Are we talking male hands?

Not necessarily.

In Russia, some of the women's
hands are very big.

Quite scary, actually.

You should never apply for a job
in Russian tourism.

Why would I do that?
I'm a doctor.

There are several
four-centimeter indentations

on her head.

She was struck
with something blunt.

A rock, perhaps?

The marks are not severe enough
to be from something that hard.

Anything else?

Her underwear is on.

So we can assume

that the underwear
that killed Arnie wasn't hers.

But also there is no sign
of sexual interference.

How'd you get on
with Dena's parents?

Does it ever get any easier?

No.

I did have a thought
on the way over.

Something was missing
from that handbag,

one thing no woman
would go without.

Lipstick?

How does she make calls,

take selfies, update Facebook,
check Twitter,

Instagram her food?

You lost me after "make calls."

Her parents confirmed
she has one, so where is it?

Plus it gets better.

Her sister said

that Dena had been dabbling
with hook-up sites.

She'd come to Brokenwood
for a good time.

Which turned out to be
a bad time.

I'll get the S.S.G.
to do a wider search.

Definitely.

I've got a serving --
a, uh, D.C. Breen.

He's part
of the local rugby team

whose coach has been murdered.

When will police officers
realize

they aren't supposed to have
social lives?

Yeah. Too late in this case.

You've stood him down?

Put him on leave.

Smart.

You need another team?

I just need Breen back.

We've got a double feature
up here.

Should I send Wilmott up to calm
the P.R. waters for this Preen?

Uh, Breen.

And not Wilmott, please.

I'm winding you up.

She's on holiday in Fiji.

With her new man.

Well, how do you feel
about that?

Do I have to feel anything?

Try.

Relieved.

I can see why she left you.

I think I left her.

You can't leave someone
if you're never there.

Listen, I may have
a more efficient way

to ameliorate this issue
and kick it into touch.

So to speak.

Tell me you want me back
at work.

Wanting you back and letting you
back are different things.

Come on. Roxy's got me painting
the spare room.

Baby blue.
Is she...

No, she's not.

Although she is showing signs
of wanting to go that way.

And these signs are?

Can we -- Can we just pretend
that I'm at work?

- I hate painting.
- I'm working on that.

Would you like a coffee, Boss?

How did you make this?

With a plunger.

It's really good.

It's just plunger.

What sort of beans are they?

Coffee.

Just add hot water, milk.

It's not rocket science.

The family of the player
who died in the on-field fight.

Could they have had cause
to come after Arnie?

I was still in Riverstone then.

Why would they blame Arnie?

He was the coach of the player
that killed their son.

No.
They blamed the player.

Everyone blamed the player.
He cocked up.

I can't find a record
of his name anywhere.

He got name suppression.

He was a real contender
to go on to be a pro,

so the lawyers argued to keep
his name out of the papers.

Did he end up going pro?

- No.
- How come?

Topped himself
a few years later.

How?

Hung himself --
Rumor is from the goalposts.

The club keeps it
on the down-low.

They don't want
the younger players to know.

North end or south?

Well, don't know.
It's just a rumor.

Do you think it could have been
the same end

as where we found Arnie?

Is there something in that?

Could just be
a macabre coincidence.

So if no one talks about it,
how come you know about it?

Oh, come on.
People know stuff.

They just choose
not to share it.

Though Arnie did open up once,
after he'd tied on a few.

You never get over something
like that.

I mean, I was the one
that found him.

Strung up.

You got to leave that
in the past, though, right?

It haunts me.

You ever been haunted, Sammy?

Can't say that I have.

It's always there.

Ghosts on the sideline.

What was the player's name?

Brodie Carson.

Related to Len Carson?

Yeah.
You got to hand it to that guy.

He, um,
he really stuck with the team.

That's a certain kind
of loyalty.

Misguided?

You calling us losers?

Is there a more accurate term?

You can't call us losers
just 'cause we haven't won.

Oh.

You should get a T-shirt
with that on.

G'day, Len.

Mm.

G'day.

You mentioned your brother
used to play rugby.

Yeah.
What about him?

I understand
he took his own life

after killing
an opposing player.

People don't talk about that.

Yeah.
Must've been a tough time.

It was a game
that Arnie was coaching?

I think it was, yeah.

So someone might blame him.

Blame Arnie?
What for?

For your brother doing
what he did.

Are you talking about
the other player's family?

Well, they blamed Brodie.

Not Arnie?

Mm, don't reckon.

Did they ever threaten Brodie?

Not that I know of.

But there -- there must have
been a lot of anger there.

They were a strong
Christian family from up north.

Brodie was forgiven.

I see.

I appreciate you asking.

People don't want to talk about
Brodie anymore.

Yeah.
Must've been a tough time.

Which is why I play the drum.

At the games?

Well, got to keep
his memory alive somehow,

keep his spirit present
whenever the Cheetahs play.

No one wants to talk about
suicide, so I don't.

I just, uh...

...play the drum -- for Brodie.

Used to annoy Arnie sometimes.

Len!

Just for once, give it a rest,
Lenny.

Please.

Aw, chin up, Arnie.
Could be worse.

Could be a vuvuzela.

So you were at every rugby game.

Not so much for the rugby
but for your brother?

Well, and the cheese rolls.

That's dedication.

They're really good
cheese rolls.

Len, if you hear anything,
you'll let me know, yeah?

Can do.

I'll leave you to your lunch.

Thanks very much.
Bye.

Get this.

Arnie's neighbor just made
contact -- a Mrs. Taylor.

And?

She said she heard a commotion
outside Arnie's door

the night in question.

Three men were heard yelling
loudly around 10:30 p.m.

She's sure they were
local rugby lads.

Because?

They were wearing
Cheetahs shirts.

What were they yelling?

Uh, something about coming out
and facing the music.

Time to get
some straight answers.

Your movements Sunday night?

I told you.
Went to the Frog and Cheetah.

Post celebration
for our 50th straight loss.

Yeah.
And then?

Went home.

Didn't go to Arnie's?

Why would I go to Arnie's?

You tell me.

Arnie was at the pub.

Ask Davo.
He's out the back.

Yes. Drinking.
Having a laugh about losing.

What else are we gonna do?

You didn't go to visit Arnie?

Arnie was at the pub.

At his house.

He wasn't at his house.

He was at the pub.

Yeah, he was there.

I talked to Arnie,
then he went home.

And what did you do?

I stayed at the Frog
and Cheetah.

And then went home.

It's not like
we were gonna sleep there.

What time was this?

11:30?

I don't know.

Yeah.
About 11:30.

Does the phrase
"Come out and face the music"

mean anything to you?

No.
Why?

"Come out and face the music"?

No, not really.

No.
But then I'm no musician, eh?

Actually, come to think of it,
Steve left a bit early.

Define "a bit early."

10:00?

Yes.
I was at the F&C.

Even though you didn't actually
play in the game?

I'm still part of the team.

Ray throws on a tab.

Who's gonna say no
to a free beer?

What time did you leave?

Tennish.

And then where'd you go?

Did you go to Arnie Langstone's?

Why would I do that?

To get him to face the music?

No. I -- No.
I didn't do that.

Okay.
So where did you go?

Takeaways?

Midnight fishing?
Skateboarding? Home?

Why does it matter?

Because you flat with Davo
and Gazza,

and they both said
they went home around 11:30.

So I need someone
to verify that.

Can you verify that?

No.

Because they didn't come home
or you were asleep?

I was asleep, just not at home.

Where?

9 Connemara Drive.

Hello?
Barbara?

Barbara, it's Detective Sims,
Brokenwood C.I.B.

We met the other day.

Barbara?

Barbara, I know you're in there.

Please go away.

Look, I just have
a couple of questions.

I don't have to talk to you.

It won't take very long.

I can't.
I just can't.

Two minutes.

Listen to me.

Just go away!
Please!

Are you okay?

Look, I just --
I just need to know

if Steve Fanshaw stayed here
on Sunday night.

God.
So what if he did?!

What time did Steve come around?

I can't really remember.

You couldn't get any more
out of her?

Pulled down the shades --
literally.

You worried about self-harm?

People get bad news,
they want to be left alone.

Maybe her and Steve are kaput.

No. I would've gleaned that
from Steve.

He wasn't in breakup mode.

He was in blood-from-a-stone
mode.

So she neglected to tell us
she was having a relationship

with one of Arnie's players.

A player
with a history of violence

who'd recently been banned from
the field by her ex-husband.

Whom she had been separated from
for four years.

But not divorced.

She's either protecting him
or...

Herself?

Or both.

But why?

What do you want?

Did you do it?

Do what?

I didn't lay a hand on Arnie.

- You would say that.
- What does that mean?

Someone bloody well did.

Did you take matters
into your own hands, Steve?

No.

It's not like you haven't
talked about it before.

It wasn't me.

Why should I believe you?

The whole anger-management
course thing is a crock, fella.

You and I both know that.

- I didn't touch him.
- Then who did?!

- Why don't you ask your mates?
- Davo and Gazza were with me.

The question is,
where did you go?

You were the one talking about
stringing him up.

That was pub talk.
Nothing more.

Didn't seem like it.

Have you talked to the cops?

That lady cop came by.

What did you say?

Nothing.

Then best you keep it that way.

You hear me?

Do you hear me, Steve?

Good.

Sims.
Arnie had a life policy.

Didn't answer your phone.

It's not working.

Riverstone call?

Yep.

More bad luck.

Two strikes and you're out.

Well, we'll just pay for it.

How?

How, Steve?

Hemi's freaking out.

So he damn well should.

Look, you got to tell the cops
that I was with you.

I did.

Properly tell them.

Why don't you tell them?
Everything.

Thanks for coming in.

I'm here for Barb.

If I talk, I want you guys
to back off the pressure.

Is she unwell?

Well, she's got a lot going on,

what with Arnie's death
and all that.

Okay. Well, let's talk
and take it from there.

I would never hurt Arnie.

That's why Barb and I kept
our thing on the down-low.

No one on the team
would hurt Arnie.

At least not on purpose, anyway.

Meaning?

Meaning maybe what happened...
was an accident.

What makes you say that?

It's just something
that I overheard.

Where?

Well, we were drinking
at the pub, the whole team.

It was game night for Ray.

I'll give you a ride home

for a couple of your famous
cheese rolls.

Oh!

Oh, you're a dime.

He hasn't got a car,
Mrs. Marlowe.

- How did you get here, mate?
- On his bicycle.

You piking, Coach?

Oh, things to do, boys.

Take it easy.

See ya.

Here's to 50 straight losses.

- It must be some world record.
- The New Zealand world record.

Remember what Arnie said
after we lost the 25th game?

It's not losing 25 games
that's important.

It's not losing another 25.

If we lose 50 straight games,
I'll eat this bloody ball.

- And I say that because --
- You're really hungry?

Nice one. Thanks, Gaz.

No.

Because it's not
going to happen.

A pledge is a pledge.

Time for him to eat
his own words.

Serious?

He should wear it --
over his head.

No.
He should wear nothing at all.

Awesome.

Naked with the football
on his head.

Tied up to a toilet.

No.
To the goalposts.

To the goalposts.

Then take some pictures.

For the wall of shame.

Time for someone to face
the music.

Face... the... music.

- Face the music.
- Face the music.

Face the music.

Face the music.

You in, bro?

No.
Got to shoot through.

Look, I'm sure it was
just supposed to be a laugh

and that's all.

A laugh that ended up
with a man dead.

Are you sure that's what
they said -- "Face the music"?

You're suggesting this is
just a prank gone wrong?

Yeah, we were going to
string Arnie up as a laugh.

But we weren't ever gonna
hurt him.

It was just payback.

He had to face the music, right?

So you took him
to the rugby field --

No.
He wouldn't come out.

Come on, Arnie!

Face the music, bro!

Face the music!

Yeah, Arnie!

Oh, he's got a chick in there.

Arnie's getting some!

Things to bloody do, eh?

You saw a woman in his house?

Yeah.
I figured he was busy.

I didn't want to ruin his night.

What did this woman look like?

Old? Young?
Hair color?

It was dark.
I couldn't see much.

Is this her?

I don't know.
Maybe.

Well, which is it?
Yes or no?

It was dark, and we were pissed.

So you saw her and then you went
back to the Frog and Cheetah?

Yeah.

Rolled back in
about 20 minutes later.

Ray will back us up.

Oh. Well, that all makes
perfect sense, doesn't it?

Yeah.
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, all except for the bit
where Arnie shows up dead --

killed in a way that you
and your mates outlined earlier.

Maybe someone did him in to make
it look like we'd done it.

Someone like?

Someone like the guy that narced
on us.

Steve?

All I'm saying is he was there.
He was part of our conversation.

And he was banging
Arnie's ex-missus.

You knew about that?

Everyone knew about that.

All except Arnie, I guess.

It was a busy night.

I can't remember
everyone's comings and goings.

They said they left around 10:15
and returned 20 minutes later.

That's three of the team leaving
and three returning.

You don't remember that?

They probably shot out
for a feed.

Why would they do that
when they could eat here?

'Cause they would've had to pay
for it, the cheap bastards.

Hey, you'd be in
for a bit of this, wouldn't you?

What do you think?

Very aspirational.

We're going to need
your CCTV footage.

We have a prank that supposedly
didn't happen, but then it did.

And a suspect whose alibi
is he was spending the night

with the victim's ex-wife.

Oh, and a mystery woman
in Arnie's window.

G.G., you reckon?

Most likely.

Could it be that G.G.
is Dena Clarke?

She was 19, and he was 53.

Perhaps she shared an interest
in classical music.

The records
from the hook-up site

will confirm who Dena
was in Brokenwood to see.

God.
I kind of hope it wasn't Arnie.

Which would lead us back
to square one

on who the hell G.G. is.

Any news on the life policy?

Oh, still waiting
on the insurance company

to cough up the details.

We have a visit from royalty.

Where is he?

That's an impressive replica
of the Titanic on your roof.

On my way to a SUP regatta.

25-k paddle down the coast
from Tahuna Point to Riverstone.

I thought police officers
weren't meant to have

a social life.

Oh, this isn't social.
It's competitive.

Full-scale combat.

Now, where's this Green?

It's Breen.

You been to a fancy dress?

- Eh?
- The blue paint.

You go as a Smurf?

Oh. No.
Sorry. I --

Superintendent Hughes present
with D.C. Samuel Breen.

So let's start at the beginning.

Did you kill Arnie Langstone?

Eh?

No.

Convince me.

It's like having a visit
from the headmaster.

Yeah. I'm sure that's how
Breen's feeling right now.

Coffee?

Uh, no.
I'm good.

I'm just heading out.

Oh.
Okay.

Um, I'll get back
to the CCTV footage.

Thanks.

You shouldn't have.

No, I should.

It's for the end
of your fifth row.

You lost one
to Elsino ampelina.

Who?

Black spot.

The roses pick it up
before the vines.

That's why the roses are there.
Not just to look pretty.

Yeah, the rose took one
for the team.

And we could nip it
in the bud -- so to speak.

Like a canary in a coal mine.

Yeah. I don't think they do that
with canaries anymore, Mike.

At first I thought it was
Phomopsis viticola

or maybe Botryosphaeria dieback,

but it was definitely
Elsino ampelina.

Good.
Well done.

Hey, how's the Arnie thing?

I'd like to say it's early days,
but...

Sad, eh?
He was one of the good guys.

So everyone says.

He kept himself to himself,
but the rest of the time

he was out here,
giving back to the community.

Hi, Jared.

Ooh.
Ghislaine de Féligonde?

Close.
It's Rosa Crepuscule.

Ooh. Beautiful.

It is.

You have a great day, Mrs. G.

Mrs. G?

Mrs. Ginsberg.
She's the new librarian.

Yeah, Gloria sorted me out
this choice-as book

on quantum physics in relation
to companion planting.

Gloria?

Oh.

Has the dog seen the rabbit?

Gloria Ginsberg?

Yeah. Gloria.

Oh.
You were just with Jared.

- Gloria, isn't it?
- Yes.

Uh, Detective Senior Sergeant
Mike Shepherd, Brokenwood C.I.B.

Can I help you?

I was wondering if you knew
an Arnie Langstone.

Arnie.
Yes.

He came in here
every now and then.

I was so sorry to hear
he'd passed away.

Uh, he was a regular?

One of our rare few
without an Internet connection.

He preferred to get
his information

the old-fashioned way.

What did he usually check out?

Books about rugby
and classical music.

He was very into classical.

Could be an absolute bore
on the subject.

You're not big on the classics?

Give me a glass of chardonnay

and the latest Holly Collins
any day.

Did you know that Holly has
a new album out soon?

I did.

You're a country fan?

What's not to like about
three chords and the truth?

Breakups and breakdowns,
love, loss, and losing.

Country music covers
a lot of territory, doesn't it?

So your relationship
with Arnie -- It was just...

He had a library card,
and I lent him books.

Would you have ever had reason
to text Arnie?

Oh, that would be
a bit difficult.

Why is that?

I don't own a cellphone.

I'm a little old-fashioned, too.

I've filed a report.

In my independent view,

Breen here is no longer
suffering any stress

associated with the discovery
of his murdered rugby coach.

I'm revoking his leave.

Nothing to stop him from getting
back on the investigation team.

Sorry.
Uh, I'm just really relieved.

Time, gentlemen.

Wow.

Thanks for that.

So, is a third gonna turn up?

Third?

Body.
Two in a week.

What are they putting
in the water up here?

We're getting close.

I know that look.
You're nowhere near.

I'll be thinking of you
out on the high seas.

Gloria Ginsberg?

The Brokenwood librarian.

How did we miss that?

Uh, she must be new.

And who reads books these days?

Apparently Arnie did.

Is there a reason
I got you back?

Sorry.

Finally, two things
on this board

that can actually be connected.

The underwear belongs to her?

I'm not saying that.

But she knew Arnie.

And if the underwear did belong
to her,

we need to find out the reason
it ended up down Arnie's throat.

So we think that she sent

the text message
luring Arnie out there?

She doesn't text.

- She told you that?
- She doesn't own a cellphone.

Um... sorry.

What sort of a woman doesn't own
a cellphone?

The message was from
a disposable,

so maybe she had one,
disposed of it

right after luring Arnie
to his death.

Easy to say you don't own a
cellphone if you threw it away.

Do me a background.

Hey.

I meant to ask --

What does quantum physics
have to do with gardening?

Well, everything.

Quantum physics is the theory

that logically leads to
the conclusion

that everything is interrelated

and that what we see
with our eyes

is only a shallow outer form
of a much deeper reality.

What we see is...

What we see is what we think
we see.

But what's really there
is most likely something

we haven't even seen yet.

Well, that's as clear as this
beautifully opaque merlot.

Hey, what can you tell me
about Gloria Ginsberg?

You sly dog.

I knew it, eh?
I knew it.

No. She's a suspect
in Arnie's murder.

Ah.

Not much.
She moved here about a year ago.

I was talking to her once

about going to my uncle's tangi
in Waipara.

She seemed to know the area
really well.

Maybe she's from
down those ways.

Better be good.

Better than good.

We have Dena Clarke's cellphone.

The tech lab has the phone.

They're seeing what
they can retrieve from it --

numbers, messages, photographs.

Great.

- But we already know...
- What?

...it caused the marks
on Dena's head.

It was broken
by way of her skull.

And we got the details back
from the hook-up site.

The person Dena was here to see
was a 13-year-old girl.

What?

It's not what you think.

Dena was catfished.

Catfished?

Catfishing is when
someone goes online

and pretends to be someone
they're not,

usually to mess with
lonely hearts.

In this case, a 13-year-old girl
called Carrie Moss

was pretending to be
a 25-year-old man

named Eddie Ross.

Why?

Because teenagers do
dumb things.

Her parents confirmed
she's done it once before.

Dena came all the way out here
for a booty call

only to discover that Eddie
and his address didn't exist.

And then she turns around
and heads back to Riverstone.

Except she didn't go back
straightaway.

She went to the Frog
and Cheetah.

She moves around the bar
for about half an hour

but clearly doesn't know anyone
and then leaves.

Mm. What time?

9:58 p.m.

After Arnie?

Yep.
He left at 9:45.

What about the Three Musketeers?

Did they come and go
as mentioned?

Yeah.

Steve Fanshaw leaves at 10:05.

And then those three leave
at 10:17.

They come back at 10:49.

Not long enough to get out
to the rugby grounds and back.

We still only have Barbara's
word that Steve went to hers.

Yeah.
Chase that up again.

I did a name search
on librarians.

Sexy stuff.

No matches for a Gloria Ginsberg
apart from the one here.

It's as if she came
out of nowhere.

Found a Gloria Palmer, though.
Worked in Webersville for years.

She resigned last year.

Which is in Waipara.

Detective Sims.

Barbara.
Hi.

And why does anyone change
their name?

Come in.

Thanks.

Oh.
Hello again.

Is this business or pleasure?

Well, it could be a bit of both,
I suppose.

Oh, like that
Holly Collins song --

"When you handcuff me,

I feel like such a good girl
gone so bad."

Uh, no.
I wasn't, um...

I'm sorry.
That was so inappropriate.

Look, there's, uh,
something I need to discuss.

I was wondering
if you could pop by the station

at your earliest convenience.

It's a delicate matter, really.

Of course.

Arnie and I tried having kids.

Never happened, but we had
each other to get through that.

Then he found Brodie
in the tunnel,

and, as I said,
things were never the same.

Thanks.

Then Arnie left, and suddenly
there was this vacuum,

this empty life.

And I was left thinking,
you know, "Is that it?"

I woke up on my 43rd birthday

and decided to do something
about it.

The other day, I got the news
that my second IVF failed

and had a complete meltdown.

Sorry about that.

Now I have to start paying --
10 grand a time.

I see.

Really?

How old are you?

Mid-20s?

Call me when you're 46 and on
the very last roll of the dice.

Then this came yesterday.

We thought it better that
we show you rather than you --

you find out.

It's not a lot,
but it all comes to me.

Arnie never changed his will.

No points for guessing
how you might spend it?

So this is where it all happens?

- What's that?
- What you do.

It happens here --
at the coal face.

Well, I like to think
it's not really a desk job.

The, um, coal face tends to be
out there.

I'm gonna cut to the chase.

Okay.

Do these belong to you?

No.

No, they don't.

You can see why I asked, though?

I'm sorry.
I d-- I don't follow.

They've got your initials
on them.

That doesn't mean
that they're mine.

I'm sorry.
I had to ask.

They're connected
with Arnie's case.

And, well, you knew him, so...

Oh. Well, I can see
how you'd think they're mine.

But I can assure you
they're not.

Okay.

I'm extremely sorry.

But, you know,
we've got to cover all bases

here at the coal face.

Hey, did you know that
Holly Collins is coming to town

on her next tour?

I do, and I can't wait.

- Might see you there.
- Oh, yeah. Well, I hope so.

That would be, um,
that would be really nice.

Although I might see her
in Webersville.

I hear their town hall
is a better venue.

Oh, no, no, no.
See her here.

The acoustics in that hall
are terrible.

You know a bit
about Webersville, then?

Um, not really.

No?

But that's where you're from,
isn't it?

As a matter of interest,
what brought you to Brokenwood?

Is it the same reason
you changed your name?

I-Is it possible that I could
speak with a woman detective

about this?

So the life policy
was for $100,000?

Yeah.
Not an insignificant sum.

Yeah, but enough to kill for?

Well, she had reason
to need that money.

On the other hand,
she was up front about it.

Eventually.

Maybe she got wind
we were onto it.

Mm.

Be gentle.

He's very clever, isn't he?

Pretending to be
into country music like that.

Uh, no, actually,
he's a big fan.

Really?

I still feel tricked.

My favorite part
of country music

is when I can change
the station.

So... what is it
you can't talk to Mike about?

It's embarrassing, you see.

What is?

Yes, I changed my name.

The truth is
I've had a few last names.

I was Gloria Howard

until my first husband left me
for my best friend.

She's still my best friend,
actually,

which I know is weird, but...

Not long after that, he was
killed in a work accident.

Nothing to do with me,
but people talked.

Then I was Gloria Palmer

until my second husband died
in my arms -- literally.

Another work-related incident?

He died
while we were making love.

Cardiac arrest.

Ironically, he was a doctor.

And in a small town, nothing
spreads faster than bad news,

except maybe salacious bad news.

I heard what they were saying
about me --

"Black Widow," "The Choker,"
"Doctor Killer."

So I had to leave
and make a new start.

I really don't want my past
to follow me here.

Mm.

Uh, Gloria,
the underwear Mike showed you --

You're sure they don't belong
to you?

Yes.

And there was also a text
on Arnie's phone --

"Meet me at the club rooms --

And it was signed with kisses.

I explained to Mr. Shepherd
that I don't own a cellphone

and I've never been
to the club rooms.

- On.
- What?

Oh, no.
I did go to a game once.

Arnie invited me.

Len, give it a rest on the drum.

Not again.

Would you like a cheese roll?

Oh, thank you.

Why did Arnie invite you
to the game?

He liked me.

But I didn't want
another husband.

Not with my track record.

And I'm just not really
into rugby.

You don't have to tell Mr.
Shepherd about my past, do you?

Two dead husbands?

I can see why she needed a new
name, new town, new start.

And Arnie was seeking
her affections?

And Arnie ended up dead.

I've been thinking I should
revisit all the team members.

Someone must know
something more.

No. I've got something
more important for you.

Go down to the library.

Stake out Gloria Ginsberg?
Sure.

No.
Get a book out on embroidery.

Good one.

Right.
You're actually serious.

Good.

Don't worry.
There'll be lots of pictures.

Speaking of pictures,

the boffins have extracted
the pics from Dena's phone.

Oh, yeah?
Anything useful?

Well, I've seen better photos
of Bigfoot.

Yeah. No amount of enhancing
helped that.

Taken at 11:50.
The last thing on her phone.

Whoever is out in that darkness
is not her friend.

We can assume that Dena's killer
saw her take this photo.

And they didn't want that.

With the rugby ground here...
and Dena's car there

and the killer heading this way,

we can assume they were
coming back from killing Arnie.

Right. They --
They saw her, freaked out.

And she was just in the
wrong place at the wrong time.

It also means they were heading
into Brokenwood, not away.

Probably local.

Cast of the footprint
from Dena's crime scene.

Cinderella time, Detective.

Do you want to play
Prince Charming or shall I?

Have fun.

Library.

You okay?

We have a deflated rugby ball,
a pair of women's underwear,

a woman in a red dress
in Arnie's window,

but also a dead woman in
a red dress lying in a stream.

We have a text message
from G.G.,

but the only G.G. we know
doesn't own a cellphone.

Nothing is connecting.

I almost forgot --
Dena's car did run out of gas.

"Beginners Guide to Embroidery,"
"Stitched Up," "Sew Excited."

But it says
they haven't been issued.

Well, I've checked the shelves.
They're not there.

Perhaps they've been misfiled.

I've had a really good look.

Well, they can't just disappear.

There weren't any?

Of course there's always
a possibility she's lying.

Like she could be lying
about not having a cellphone.

Or about fresh starts.

No match.

Not even close.

Although, interestingly,
Steve Fanshaw's aren't here.

We know where to find them.

You want me to talk to Steve?

No.

I want you to pay a visit
to the Brokenwood sewing circle.

Okay. This time you're...

No.
Again you're actually serious.

Such a terrible
business with Arnie, wasn't it?

Oh, I'll be making
an extra batch of cheese rolls

for the wake.

Nice.

Difficult for you, too, Samuel,
losing your coach like that.

And in such sordid
circumstances.

In my line of work, you learn
not to be surprised by anything.

Oh, it's true, then?

What?

The nature of his demise.

He was bound and naked.

He was a homosexualist, then?

Uh, no.

Um, Arnie wasn't that.

- This investigation is ongoing.
- Oh, of course.

Um, there is actually something
that I need your help with.

It's a bit, uh, awkward,
actually.

I'm wondering
what you can tell me

about the embroidery on these.

Oh.
Torn down the side.

Crime of passion?

Uh, yeah. It's the embroidery
that we're interested in.

May I?

Uh...

Oh, a fine piece of work.

You have to admire
the technique.

Oh, there's one or two
irregularities.

There and there.

Self-taught beginner, I'd say.

Not one I've seen before.

They've got natural talent,
though.

See, all embroiderers
have an individual style,

a signature or inconsistency
that can reveal their identity.

Uh, I-like a fingerprint,
Detective.

It was easily one
of the most embarrassing moments

of my entire career.

It could only have been worse if
I'd actually been wearing them.

Mm.
In your dreams.

Brilliant.

Where's he going?

Here are all the titles Arnie
has taken out since he joined.

Okay. So rugby, rugby, rugby,
racing, home brewing.

A lot of books
on classical music.

He had a thing for Wagner,
didn't he?

Then Mozart, then Rachmaninoff.

- Can I use one of those?
- Sure.

Satisfied?

Thanks for coming in.

So Steve isn't Cinderella, then?

As I said, Detective,
he was with me all that night.

Seems that way.

These are old-school boots.

Metal studs,
worn down and burred.

It's as if someone's
been walking on concrete.

Arnie would never
have allowed these on the field.

I'll see you out.

Goodbye, Detective.

Goodbye.
Thanks.

I'm in trouble again, aren't I?

Not if you're honest with me.

When I showed you that underwear
and you said it wasn't yours,

you were telling the truth,
weren't you?

Yes.

But that wasn't the first time
you'd seen them, was it?

No.

No, it wasn't.

Barousse lace.

Highest quality silk.

I... I had them embroidered
especially.

Arnie.

I like you.
I mean, you're...

You're very nice.

But..
.no.

I'm sorry.

What is it with men
and first dates in this town?

But it wasn't her first date
with Arnie.

They're usually a lot better
than this.

Gloria lied about the underwear
to keep a low profile.

So what?

Are you saying that if she lied
about that,

she could have lied
about the phone too?

It's not what Gloria did.
It's what Arnie did.

I'm not following.

There was more to Arnie
than just rugby.

Arnie had a secret passion
he couldn't tell anyone about.

That's one of the missing
library books.

He embroidered the
underwear he offered to Gloria.

He couldn't tell her,
particularly when she balked.

His reputation would have been
in tatters.

But that was just
on the surface.

The mystery woman in the window.

It wasn't Dena or Gloria
or even Barbara.

She never existed.

Oh, he's got a chick in there.

Arnie's getting some!

Things to bloody do, eh?

The boys assumed
they saw a woman

because we believe
what we think we see.

Arnie was a cross-dresser?

Something he couldn't tell
anyone about.

He enjoyed wearing
women's undergarments --

satins, silks --
as did his hero, Wagner.

He too was a cross-dresser.

Don't cross-dressers

tend to like to express
themselves in public?

Dame Edna, Eddie Izzard.

But in Brokenwood?

As coach of the local rugby team
and community leader?

On the face of it,

Arnie was a rugby, racing,
and beer kind of guy.

He couldn't come out.

But what was
the one feminine thing

he could wear all the time?

So are you saying...

Arnie wore women's underwear.

It was his own special
private thing.

Okay.
Fact

Arnie's house contained
women's clothing...

...but no sign
of feminine hygiene products.

Men's shampoo.
No conditioner.

Name me a woman
that doesn't use conditioner.

But what about
the second toothbrush?

One well worn, one new.

Same brand, same color.

Arnie simply hadn't thrown
the old one away.

Are you saying
that my rugby coach

was a panty-wearing dude
who taught himself to embroider?

Why are there no books
on embroidery in the library?

Too scared to check them out.

He simply appropriated them.

What else was he doing in there
if not making key hangers?

He wasn't making beer.

That kit had never been used.

Okay, but wearing
women's knickers

isn't the same as choking
on them.

What would make Arnie get up and
go to the club rooms at 11 p.m.?

A message from Gloria.

What was he expecting?
Romance? Forgiveness? Blackmail?

Who knows?
But he went.

And his killer was waiting
for him.

The underwear is ripped.
Torn off.

Passion?

Or anger?

Your crap coaching
killed my brother.

Please.

Get hard, Brodie.
It's not bloody ballet!

Their open side is dicking you!
What are you doing?

He's first in the breakdown
every bloody time!

Now get in there!

If you have to play the man,
you bloody well do it.

Harden up.

Len? But the CCTV footage
places him at the bar.

- No, it doesn't.
- What?

Bring it up.

Len was always in the pub,
sitting in the same place --

Everyone always said.

- - There he is. -15.

Fast-forward an hour.

He's there.

Look at the number on his back.

Len always wore the number 7.

He'd already gone.

Rewind it.

There he is, seeing Dena Clarke.

Scroll through.

There.

We were too busy
looking at the boys to notice.

Len left at 10:23,
and someone else took his place.

Oh, my God.

Len got himself an alibi
without even trying.

As he left to deal with Arnie.

We believe what we think we see.

And...

And you're a sick
bloody pervert!

Don't tell anyone.

I beg you.

Arnie.

Your secret's safe with me.

So it was revenge for his
brother committing suicide?

It was 10 years ago,
but Len never let it go.

Banging his drum.

That's a long-term plan.

Or it's opportunistic.

Things to bloody do, eh?

He followed the boys,
hoping to see Arnie disgraced.

And when it didn't happen, he
took matters into his own hands.

Len catfished Arnie
into thinking he was Gloria.

Because he knew that Arnie
was keen on Gloria.

And when Len saw Dena
on the other side of the road,

he knew that she could
identify him.

Len?

Len Carson?

Mike Shepherd.

Hello?

Len?

I bet they match
your plaster cast.

Oh, my God.

It's like a shrine
to his brother.

They weren't just brothers.

They were twins.

So when Arnie said there was
a ghost on the sidelines,

he wasn't just using
a colorful metaphor.

Oh, Christ.
Look what he's done to her.

He's getting away, Mike.

Yeah, yeah.
I know where he's headed.

Call Breen.
Tell him to meet us there.

- Where?
- Goalposts.

Oh, God. What a bloody mess.

Come on.

Breen, where are you?

What's this about?

What's that about?

Don't go there.

Len's following
in his brother's footsteps.

Or not.

Bugger.

- The tunnel.
- What?

Barbara --
She said everything changed

when Arnie found Brodie
in the tunnel.

He didn't do it
from the goalposts.

I'll go this way.

Len?

Len Carson.

Len, stop.

You don't have to do this.

Listen to me, Len.

I'm sorry about the girl.

Cut him down. Cut him down.

Len Carson, I'm arresting you
for the murder

of Arnie Langstone
and Dena Clarke.

If you move that fast in the
game, you might start winning.

Thanks, comms.
We're bringing him in.

I've got a spare roller
if you want to finish the job.

So, you reckon you'll come

and watch Breen's team play
now they're a fan down?

Maybe, if only to try
these cheese rolls

everyone keeps talking about.

Looks like you've hit a Smurf.

Ripped & Corrected By mstoll
February 2017

Ripped & Corrected By mstoll
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