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Oh, my God.

Freak me out.

Well, n-not so much funny
in the conventional sense,

but, you know,
had elements of irony,

which we all know are
a powerful component of comedy.

Not funny in the conventional
sense, but it... it had...

Uh, um, "comedy" from
a Greek word... komoidia.

Komoidia!

Ha, that's good,
that's Greece, that's nice.

Very good!

- Greece!
- Very funny!

Greece of course is the home
of the tragedy.

Greece, yes.

On the meridian 25 degrees
east of Greenwich,

home of Copernicus, mm.

Tragic irony, of course,

is the root of Greek heroes
like Achilles

who had problems with his...
his calves.

Heroes like Achilles who...

No way.

- Okay.
- It's okay.

All good.

Wait.
What was... What was that?

What?

An ECT machine.

Didn't know those things

were actually powerful enough
to kill anyone.

Well, whoever was administering

wasn't mucking around.

Tricky, though,
given this building

seems to have no electricity.

Mike.

His first or last name,
do you think?

Jakob Deschler.
The ex-superintendent.

There was an article
in the Courier a few months ago.

He's only recently
out of prison.

How far away is that generator?
We need some more light in here.

You're not gonna have
one of your little chats?

No.
Let's get Gina in.

Somebody demolished
the front door lock.

One of them?

Uh, no. They said they came in
through the back.

There's a loose piece of iron

teenagers use to sneak around,
looking for a place to,

you know, canoodle.

Canoodle?

Just using the boss' language.

I thank you from my chair
in the corner of the rest home.

This place is a hideout
for teenagers.

They come here,
play drinking games and...

Canoodle?

I myself may have visited
once or twice to...

Canoodle.

- This place gives me the...
- Heebie-jeebies?

-You do speak my language.

Okay, let Gina do her thing,

then lock this place down
till morning.

I'll sort the next of kin.

Hey, check this out.

We use to come here
and play spookers,

hiding out in different rooms,

seeing who could freak
each other out the most.

Hiding in cupboards,
that sort of thing.

As a man of steel,
I, um, always won.

Couldn't be freaked.

Ohhh!
Jesus Mother Mary!

I'm not here.
Not here.

It's all right.

We're police.
It's okay.

Yeah, we're here...

We're here to help.

I need light to study the stiff.

Just a mouse.
A tiny, tiny mouse.

Fiona Deschler?

Yes.

Detective Senior Sergeant
Mike Shepherd.

May I come in?

She's barely spoken a word.

All we know is her name is Lulu,

and she seems to think
she's a mouse.

She's asked to see her doctor...
Amy Curnow.

She's on her way.

You believe she was in
the building the entire time?

Seems that way.

The teenagers didn't see
anyone else arrive

after they called in the body.

Okay.

Talk to me about Deschler.

Jakob Deschler, 65 years old.

When Brokenwood Downes
was closed in 1995

as a state-run asylum,

he lost his job
as superintendent.

He left the district
for a while,

then returned in 2008

and reopened it
as a private treatment center.

It was renamed
the Deschler Clinic

and touted itself as providing
revolutionary treatment

for the mentally unwell.

Check this out.

From an interview
promoting his business.

The sooner we start
treating mental illness

as we would any other illness,
as an infection,

the sooner we can get these
people back on their feet.

Is it true the Deschler Clinic

is using
electroconvulsive therapy?

Of course.

If your loved one was ill,
wouldn't you want them

to have
the best methods available.

That and other
bespoke treatments.

The guy was clearly a charlatan.

And yet many wealthier families

gullibly bought into it

and brought their loved ones
there to find a miracle cure.

But his practices
came under scrutiny

when a patient
called Tom Somerset

died under his care.

Why do I know that name?

He's the novelist and poet
who wrote "Three Islands Home"?

Right.
Always meant to read that.

So the place closed down in 2011

and Deschler faced a trial but
was acquitted of manslaughter.

Though he did serve seven years

for a variety of charges,
including...

Torture.

He was released four months ago.

Thanks.

First point...
Deschler's wife, Fiona,

knew he was going up there.

He was invited up there
last night.

To Brokenwood Downes?

The clinic, yes.

By who?

He said some journalist
wanted to interview him,

hear his side of the story,
now that he was out of prison.

Do you know their name?

No.

Their publication?

No.

Did he receive the invitation
via e-mail or text, a call?

- Did he say?
- No.

My husband didn't have a phone
nor did he write anything down.

Unusual for
a medical professional.

After the trial, he decided
not to write anything down,

believing it could be used
against him.

I told him not to go.

But he did.

He could be stubborn.

So Fiona knew he was there.

And this Lulu
was potentially there,

depending on time of death.

So the ex-superintendent

of a controversial mental health
clinic is found dead.

Apparently electrocuted
by an ECT machine

with a baggage tag
attached to his foot

labeling him "torturer."

Allegedly invited
to a former workplace

by an unnamed journalist.

An ambush to execute
a revenge killing?

Complete with party balloons.

But how does someone
get electrocuted

in a building
with no electricity?

I have a team tracking down

all local mobile generators
for hire.

Good.

In the meantime, work up a list

of all the ex-patients
of the Deschler Clinic

and the family of Tom Somerset

or anyone else
who had a grudge against him.

I'll try and track down
the journalist.

Sims. Amy Curnow.

Oh. I've got this.

Dr. Curnow.
D.S.S. Mike Shepherd.

Actually, it's just Amy.
I'm not a doctor.

I'm a psychotherapist.

My apologies.

Come through.

Lulu.

It's Amy.

Lulu isn't here.
Just a mouse.

Just an ordinary little mouse.

Well,
remember I'm afraid of mice.

Can I speak to Lulu instead?

Do you have any cheese?

Cheese?

I'll see what I can do.

Just taking the cheese.

-That'll be for the mouse.

Lulu, do you know where you are?

Yes.

And who this is?

He's a policeman.

Can he talk to Lulu?

Yes.

Lulu, last night you were found
up at Brokenwood Downes.

How long had you been there?

- Three months.
- Three months?

No. Six weeks.

No.
Two and a half weeks.

Is that mouse years?

That's about four hours.

Dark Angel came.

- Are you sure?
- Dark Angel killed the man.

Killed the Cleanser.

You finish your cheese,

and we'll get a cup of tea,
all right?

Mice sometimes...
sometimes drink tea.

So Deschler required
his patients to call him

the Cleanser?

It tied in with his quackery.

It was... it was based
on the belief

that all the many types
of mental illness

were something
that could be cleansed.

Like a bacterial infection?

It was really
just an excuse for him

to exercise
his notorious methods.

And the Dark Angel?

Supposedly a black-hooded figure
that appeared to the patients

when it was believed they were
holding on to bad thoughts.

So when Lulu says the
Dark Angel killed the Cleanser,

she saw an actual person
in the room?

Well, several ex-patients from
the clinic tell the same story,

and they all suffer from some
form of trauma because of it.

So it could be more a perceived
threat than actual?

The power of suggestion
can evoke hallucinations

in the minds of people
who are vulnerable.

Do you think we could get
that statement now?

We can but try.

Oh, God.

This is very unlike her.

Any idea where
she might have gone?

Detective, do I have
patient privacy issues here?

Miss Curnow,
Lulu is a person of interest

who needs to be spoken to.

Given she was found
at the scene of the crime,

the sooner the better.

I have her home address
on a file back at my office.

Lulu's gone AWOL.

Put out a 10-1 with
an "approach with caution."

Roger that.
Potential killer mouse.

Okay, what have we got?

The power company are adamant
that no power has been supplied

to the Brokenwood Downes
building in over seven years.

Of the 40 patients treated by
Deschler between 2008 and 2011,

29 reside in secure clinics
down country.

Five are deceased and four
reside in the community.

Lulu, a Barnaby Buchanan,
Hopalong Cassie.

Wait, is that the woman
who wears strange tights

and wanders the streets?

Hopping, yeah.
Cassie Seymour.

She seems harmless enough.

And no surprises...
Christopher Kramer.

- Bags not!
- No, too slow.

He's all yours.

And two others, Jeremy Mannering
and Nigel Smythe,

have yet to be located.

- Gina.
- Mike. I am very disturbed.

I know for a fact you've seen
a lot worse than this.

No.
This is not disturbing.

I saw stand-up comedian last
night at the Toad and Lion.

Kiwi humor sometimes
is difficult to understand,

but this man
was not funny at all.

Where his gastrocnemius
and his soleus taper off.

Anyway.

And... And, um,
Achilles had his protection suit

worked everywhere except there.

I had more fun doing autopsy
on Russian serial killers.

Right.
So, what do I need to know here?

Firstly, note the scorch marks
on the temples.

- Indicating a massive current?
- Yes.

Secondly, a contusion
on the back of the neck

suggesting Mr. Deschler

was struck with an object
that broke the skin.

Might account
for how he got on the gurney.

You haven't asked me
about time of death.

I know to wait
until after the postmortem.

- You don't like to guess.
- But perhaps I already know.

Down to the exact minute.

Okay.
So, what is it?

Wouldn't you like to know.

I will confirm after I've had
a good look inside.

Yes?

- Long time no see.
- I'm okay with that.

You were a patient
of the Deschler Clinic in 2010.

I can neither confirm nor deny.

I know you were there.

Knowledge is subjective.

You may think you know something
only to have it disproved.

Your name
is on the official register.

Oh, and who wrote that?

You testified
in the Deschler court case.

My time there was a mistake.

It was
an orchestrated conspiracy

to shut down my ideas.

Look, I'm not here
to debate that.

Jakob Deschler was found dead
last night.

Oh. So he dies,
and you come straight to me.

You know,
that is called persecution.

Um, no, it's called
making inquiries.

Well, it had
nothing to do with me.

- Your whereabouts last night?
- I was at the Toad and Lion.

So the publican, Ray Neilson,
would be able to verify that?

Is Ray Neilson
an observant person?

If yes, then I will be shown
to be a truthful person

who deals in factual statements.

If not,
I'll be accused of murder

all because of a publican's
lack of observational skills.

I never mentioned anything
about murder,

just that he was found dead.

Where were you
prior to the Toad and Lion?

At home. So all this data
needs collating.

- Can you hear that?
- What?

That deep hum resonating
from the center of the earth.

No.

I bet Ray Neilson
couldn't either.

I can hear the Brokenwood FM
weather forecast.

It's four seasons
in one day in Brokenwood,

but otherwise fine.

They're jamming me again.

They're messing
with my frequencies.

I'll be in touch if we have
any further questions.

Hi, is this Barnaby Buchanan?

Yes.

It's Detective Kristin Sims.

I'm making some inquiries

in relation to Jakob Deschler,
and I wondered if...

- Ah.
- Oh.

- Um, Barnaby Buchanan?
- Yes?

Detective Kristin Sims.
I called earlier.

Oh, yes,
we must've been cut off.

- Possibly.
- I'm just leaving work.

Five minutes.

M-My wife's expecting me, so...

And I need to get back
before it rains.

So maybe we could just
do this another time.

It doesn't
look like rain outside.

- But you never know.
- Five minutes.

By all means call your wife
if you like.

All right.

This is my office.
This is where I work.

What is your line of work?

I'm a mathematician.
I have to solve that equation.

Isn't this the Riemann equation?

Yes. It's a tough job,
but someone has to do it.

Hi, honey.

Yes, no, no, everything's fine.

And yourself?
Good.

Um, I'm just gonna be
a little bit later tonight.

Okay. All right, well,
I'll see you in a little bit.

Okay. Okay.
Okay, bye.

Now, what can I do for you,
Miss Sims?

A Jakob Deschler
was found dead last night.

I see.
That's... That's bad.

We're just following up
with some people

who were under his care.

You went to the Deschler Clinic
from 2009 to 2010?

I was, after a car accident

left me with a case
of post-traumatic stress.

But that's... that's all...
that's all in the past now.

Would you say that your time at
the Deschler Clinic was helpful?

Absolutely not.

My time there was a mistake.

My family forced me into it.
They overreacted.

Are you sure
it's not gonna rain?

Uh, maybe just a shower.

Oh, God, I hope not.

Can I ask you
where you were last night?

Where I was.

Um, I was at the Toad and Lion.

Uh, watching a comedian.

What time did you
get to the pub?

Maybe 9:30...

And before that?

I was having dinner
with my wife.

So you left work and went home,

then you went
to the Toad and Lion.

Mm. Betty and I,
we took a stroll before dark.

Okay. Great.

Do you mind if I give Betty

a quick call
just to verify that?

- Now?
- Yeah.

Um...

I... She's probably gonna be
in the garden,

so she's not gonna hear you.

Um, I need to get back
before it starts to rain, so...

- Hmm.
- Sure.

Um, well, can you just get Betty
to give me a call?

I will pass that on.

Thanks.

Well, it would seem
that all roads...

Lead to the Toad and Lion.

I remember Barnaby arriving
just before the show started.

He was in quite a state.
He'd got wet.

I need a towel.

I need a towel, I need a towel!

Really needs a towel.

Chris Kramer was stressing out.

Look, we're late,
but we're here now.

All right?
W-We're here now!

All right!
Take it easy.

He needn't have worried.

This Manders bloke

was half an hour late
for his own show.

- What time do you call this?
- Show time.

-Test... Testing, testing.

Hi. Good evening.

My name's Gerry Manders.

A funny thing happened to me

on the way to the show tonight,

although... although not...
not funny

in the conventional sense.

And I'm confident
nothing funny happened to him

on the way to the show.

Or anywhere. Ever.

Gerry Manders is comedy death.

I booked him for three nights.
It's a complete disaster.

I mean, the title
doesn't exactly scream "comedy."

I've never heard of this guy.

Well, neither had I.

But he called me
and said he was on tour.

I checked his website.
Great reviews.

That's the last time
I ever trust reviewers.

They must've all been
on the wacky baccy.

But you said Barnaby Buchanan
was laughing, though.

And Chris Kramer
and Cassie Seymour.

It was like "One Flew Over the
bloody Cuckoo's Nest" in here.

And they all arrived together?

I believe so, yes.

Can you tell the
detective how you came to be

locked in the cupboard
at Brokenwood Downes?

Went to a party.

There were balloons.

Then the Dark Angel came.
I had to hide.

Were there other people
at this party?

My friends were there.

And they left, so I came out.

Of the cupboard?

To see if he was dead.

Then people came.
I had to hide.

Oh, my God.
Freak me out.

There was screaming.
I didn't like it.

Before this,
you saw the Dark Angel?

But you saw the Dark Angel
kill Mr. Deschler?

Heard it.
Only heard it.

If you only heard it, how are
you sure that it happened?

Because they said so.

He was meant
to apologize, not die!

We have to say
the Dark Angel did it.

They'll never believe that.

Ding-dong,
the witch man is dead!

They're gonna put us back here!

Ding-dong,
the witch man is dead!

Shut up, Cassie!

"They"?

Who were these people
you overheard?

Cassie, Barnaby, Christopher.

Nice people.

None of them are cats.

How did you know about
this party?

I was sent an invitation.

Do you still have
this invitation?

I'd like to read it.

I ate it.

It said to eat it.

Mice eat paper.

What did this invitation say?

There'd be a party.

Jakob would apologize
for all the bad things.

I knew he had that in his heart.

I loved him.

Very much.

How can I be sure that
that is true and not a fantasy?

With Lulu, that's as good
as it gets.

Is there something else?

When people come to me,
they talk in confidence.

Well, what about
when they're a mouse?

Miss Curnow, I'm dealing
with a homicide.

Lulu wasn't simply
an ex-patient.

She was Deschler's ex-wife.

Detective Sims.

Yes, hello,
this is Betty Buchanan.

Oh. Hi, Betty.
Thanks for calling.

Yes, my husband was with me
last night until about 9:00 p.m.

Then he went to a show.
Bye.

According to Lulu,
an actual party

took place at Brokenwood Downes.

This is perhaps verified
by the decorations.

She says the party included,
uh...

Barnaby Buchanan...

Cassie Seymour...

and our old friend
Christopher Kramer.

Both Chris and Barnaby
were seen at the Toad and Lion.

And both said prior to that
that they were at home.

Lulu is also, as verified
by Amy Curnow, a fantasist.

Her notion of a party
could simply be informed

by the presence of balloons

rather than anything
she actually experienced.

But why would there be signs
and balloons otherwise?

Perhaps she put them up herself.

Fingerprints got nothing
off any of it.

What about mouse prints?

I mean, this whole
"pretending to be a mouse" thing

is a little convenient,
don't you think?

Species dysphoria.
Apparently it's real.

It's a type
of clinical lycanthropy.

Amy Curnow is not the only one
with a psych degree.

Hopalong Cassie was also seen
at the Toad and Lion.

But, interestingly,
she hasn't been seen

wandering around
the streets lately.

We can't locate her.

I'll put out another 10-1.

Of note also...
Lulu is Deschler's first wife.

Prior to Lulu being treated
at the clinic,

she had no existing
mental health issues.

Why was she committed?

Deschler had found a companion

in his new favorite nurse,
Fiona.

It was his way
of getting her sidelined.

Oh, my God, they gaslighted her.

- Set her on fire?
- No.

Gaslighting is the process

of making someone believe
they're crazy when they're not

to such a point
that they do actually go mad.

Gives her a strong motive.

Did Gina confirm
a cause of death?

Electrocution.

Which again raises the issue
of a power source.

Someone got some serious voltage
into that building.

And at precisely 8:26 p.m.

You know this how?

I can confirm time of death
was 8:26 p.m.

That's very precise.

It stopped when the massive
charge fried the battery.

Don't mention it.

Let's cut to the chase,
Mr. Buchanan.

Your wife called me last night

verifying that you were at home

prior to going to
the Toad and Lion,

and yet a witness
has you up at Brokenwood Downes.

So can you clarify exactly
where you were and when?

A-A witness?

Hmm.

Who?

I can't say.

I-I think it's very unlikely
that my wife called you.

- Because?
- She's very shy.

Uh, because her English
is so bad.

It's a second language,
if you will.

Then how do you explain

that I received the call
at 5:20 p.m.,

and the call
came from your phone?

Mm...

Perhaps you made the call

posing as your wife

to mislead me into thinking
you were somewhere you weren't.

I think that's a bit odd.

It might explain it.

Or perhaps I was
just simply translating

what she was trying
to say to me.

Yes, actu... that...
yes, actually, that...

I think that is what happened.

Okay, Mr. Buchanan, I do need
to speak to Betty in person,

so can I have your address,
please?

We live out on Burkes Line.

And the best time to catch her?

Now. She'll... She'll definitely
be home now.

Thank you.

- Christopher.
- Detective.

Gerry Manders?

Detective Constable Breen.

Detective. That's funny.

Why is that?

I'm a comedian.

Yeah, no, I'm aware.

Well, I was in the park,

and I met this man
who was at my show,

and then now you turn up.

As a comedian, I'm acutely aware

of raw elements of comedy
when they arrive.

Out of the ether.

From where
all elements originate.

118, to be precise,
on the periodic table.

So do you two know each other?

No, we met today in the park.

- Today. Yep.
- Just today.

Well, um, I feel
some new material coming on,

so thank you
for the inspiration.

There's two detectives
walk into a bar,

and the camel says,
"So why the long face?"

Mr. Manders.

Your orange.

I don't like oranges.

Okay, do you want to rethink
your whereabouts

before the Toad and Lion?

Why?

A witness has you
up at Brokenwood Downes.

Been there from time to time,
and that doesn't mean anything.

Were you there?

My research takes me up hill
and down dale.

I follow the meridians
and the humming.

Okay, well, did the meridians

take you to Brokenwood Downes
that night?

I may have passed there
on the way to the Toad and Lion.

But if anybody saw me,

it would have been
in the context of my research.

- Yes or no?
- I can't be sure.

Hello, Elizabeth?

Mrs. Buchanan,
it's Detective Kristen Sims,

Brokenwood CIB.

- Mike.
- Busy?

Oh, yes, I'm currently very busy
wasting my time

chasing after Barnaby Buchanan's
phantom wife.

Meet me at Brokenwood Downes.

The team found a brick
just here by the door

with traces of a blood type
that matched Deschler's.

So the offender was improvising?

Or familiar with
what was on hand at least.

Well, whoever picked the lock

certainly went the extra mile.

Deschler had these
in his pocket.

He must've expected the door
to be locked.

These are patient files.

So much for privacy.

I'm guessing they had to
jump ship in a hurry

once the Somerset death
occurred.

No way anything's
coming out of there.

Okay.

Going back
to what you said before

about the heebie-jeebies.

Deschler's?

Well...

They're certainly not well worn.

Is this where you found Lulu?

No.

Do the honors?

So much for being locked in.

You think she was lying?

With Lulu it's hard to know
what to think.

"I'm sorry"?
It's an unusual party theme.

Do you think the offender
was apologizing to Deschler

for killing him?

Courteous approach to murder.
Certainly novel.

Hi.

It's Cassie, isn't it?

I'm Detective Sims.
This is D.S.S. Shepherd.

Hello, Cassie.

Oh. The shepherd.

The shepherdess.

And the lamb.

Tchaikovsky's "Nutcracker."
The Marzipan Suite.

Cassie, how did you get in here?

There's a hole in the wall.

Hole in my pocket.

Hole in my head.

You're not her.

Were you expecting someone?

The nurse.
She brings my medicine.

Does this nurse have a name?

Fiona.

- Fiona Deschler?
- Mm.

Whoops.

Here we go.

When I came to inform you
of Jakob's death

it was close to midnight.

You were still up.

Had you only recently got home?

I'm a shift worker.

I work at Sunset Manor
in the dementia unit.

That must be rewarding.

- What?
- Nursing.

It's a dementia unit.

It's work.

Since Jakob's takedown,
needs must.

I understand you previously
worked at the Deschler Clinic.

Yeah, if you had the chance

to work with a genius,
wouldn't you?

An ex-patient mentioned
your name today.

We found them in the abandoned
building awaiting medication.

- Who was this?
- I'd rather not say.

Cassie Seymour.

Do you meet her
at a designated time?

Of course not.

Yet you're aware of it.

Her therapist contacted me.

Cassie had been
talking about it,

and she wanted to know
if it was true.

But it's not?

It's the figment
of an injured mind.

When was the last time you were
up at Brokenwood Downes?

I haven't been back
since it closed.

Did Jakob maintain any contact
with his first wife?

Lulu?
Not that I'm aware of.

Even though she was a patient.

No relationship
that wasn't professional.

And that was a long time ago.

Even Jakob's talents had their
limits when it came to healing.

Oh, ah, one other thing.

Your shift at Sunset Manor,
what time did it start?

- Midday.
- And finished?

At 8:00 p.m.

- After that?
- I was with a friend.

Could I know their name?

Why don't I get them
to contact you?

I like your clothes.

Yes.
I am a ballerina.

Oh.
I did ballet too. As a kid.

I danced at the Bolshoi.

Mm. Okay.

That's impressive.

I guess every little girl
wants to dance at the Bolshoi.

No.
It's not good.

I had an accident.

I have a hole in my head.
See?

Fiona Deschler left work
at Sunset Manor at 8:00 p.m.

She had time
to get to Brokenwood Downes.

Does she have an alibi?

I'm waiting for it
to be corroborated.

Well, Cassie Seymour
is asking for Amy Curnow.

Leave it to me.

Oh, she's my witness. I don't
mind doing the grunt work.

No, I can do it.

My, my.

Mike is very keen
to work with Amy Curnow.

That's interesting.

I know.
Is love in the air?

Is that Gerry Manders?

Comedy Monthly, The Daily Joke,
Laughlines.

All these publications
from Gerry's reviews?

None of them exist.

No wonder he wasn't funny.
None of these quotes are true?

None.

He had a shocker
last night as well.

And a box only has
six sides, you know?

A thing is only
the sum of its parts.

But the parts of not themselves
are not a thing, you know?

Hardly "comedy gold."

I tried ringing him.

He hung up.
Do you know where he's staying?

No idea.

But when he turns up
for tonight's show,

I'll be showing him the door.

Fraud.

Before you do,
can you give me a heads-up?

Are you gonna arrest him
for crimes against comedy?

It's, uh, something else.

Detective Sims.
Long time no see, eh?

Um, you know
my uncle's brother's cousin?

We have met.
Hello, Kahu.

So much for
finger on the pulse, bro.

A lot has happened
since you've been away.

Yeah, yeah. Obviously.

What are you up to?

I'm just heading
up to Burkes Line

to talk to a witness.

Burkes Line?

Out near
crazy Barnaby Buchanan's place?

How do you know Barnaby?

Everyone knows Barnaby.

Well, obviously not everyone.

AKA the "Rain Man."

He's terrified of the rain.

I did some work
up on his house once.

Hey, mate, are you sure
there's a leak?

I can't find it.

Drip... It's incessant.

Okay.
I'll do another test.

Oh! Oh!
Oh, no, no, no! No!

Word is it all stems from his
time at the Deschler Clinic.

- You know about him, right?
- Meaning?

His wife died in a car accident
about 10 years ago.

His first wife?

No, I'm pretty sure
she was his only wife.

Okay, because I'm heading there
to talk to her.

The thing is,
that's when he lost his marbles,

'cause she didn't really die...

In his mind.

He talks about his wife
in the present tense.

- He talks to her on the phone.
- Yeah.

Barnaby thinks
she's still alive.

But currently
in a different form.

Thing is, Barnaby's wife,
Betty...

Is actually a horse.

Yep.

Thank you, Cassie.
That was most enlightening.

Could we have a word?

Karla, could you get
Cassie a seat.

Come through.

Mr. Shepherd,
I don't mean to be rude.

- Mike.
- Mike.

But, well,
I deal in straight talking

to get to the heart of things.

Of course.

I can't just drop everything

every time
these people need advice.

I deal with vulnerable people,
and I have a full diary.

Rescheduling my kind of client
can cause unnecessary upset.

I understand.

The thing is, with the likes
of Lulu and Cassie,

is that they begin to rely on me

when they need to learn
to just wait and breathe

and, where possible,
think for themselves.

Even when they think
they're a mouse?

Well, the more Lulu
is empowered,

the more chance she has

of rebuilding
her true sense of self.

Point taken.

You're being defensive.

No.
No, I'm not.

Well, then, unfold your arms.

Look, Mike,
forgive me if I'm wrong,

but do you find
these people threatening?

Or am I reading it wrong?

Ah, I don't think so.

Well, you have my card.

If you ever want to talk
about yourself, just...

I will find a way
to slot you in.

Talking to animals
isn't unusual.

People do it to pets.

Yeah, but generally
people don't believe

their pets are their spouse.

This has got to be a sham.

Okay. Incoming.

- Can I help you?
- Mr. Buchanan.

I'm, uh,

here to talk to your wife,
Betty, about the other night.

Well, she's just there.
You're welcome to ask her.

Okay, here's the thing.

Look, I didn't choose for
my wife to become a horse.

It's just one of those things
that life deals you.

I-I've learned to handle it,
but if you can't,

then that shouldn't be
my problem.

-And... Yes, honey?

Yeah, she doesn't want to
talk to you anyhow.

You've been here a while,

and it's... it's making her
uncomfortable.

So if you've finished
making fun of us, you should go.

I'm not here to make fun of you.

I know a conspiracy
when I see one.

I've called my brother already.

And your brother is a...?

My lawyer.

Dennis.
Dennis Buchanan.

Unbelievable.

Detective Sims.

We meet again.

Dennis.

It's important, Detective,
that in situations like this

we just deal with the facts.

Suits me.

My brother was involved
in a motor vehicle accident

some 10 years ago.

A car versus car.

Plus a horse float.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

-Betty?

Betty?

We need to... We need to...
we need to get of here, okay?

In that moment,

my brother saw the soul
of his wife leave her body...

and into that of the horse.

And during his recovery

he became obsessed
with locating the mare

to the point where my parents...
God rest their souls...

had him committed
to the Deschler Clinic.

In the hope of a miracle cure?

Which was a mistake.

That place was clearly
a torture chamber.

But when it was closed down,

I took his recovery
into my own hands.

My parents left him
a trust fund,

with a caveat that he must work.

Your new office.

Does it leak?

So Barnaby goes to work and then
comes home to Betty every day?

He's like most men
on the planet.

He does a fair day's work
for a fair day's pay,

and then 5:00, it's,
"Hi, honey, I'm home."

I'm off!

Hey, ah, why don't you and Betty

come 'round for dinner
on Sunday night?

Sounds good.

Um, sorry.

You're having them
over for dinner?

Yeah.

Oh, relax, Detective.
They never come.

Barnaby always makes an excuse
at the last minute.

What, that his wife has to go
to the blacksmith?

Most people write Barnaby off
as crazy.

His condition, however, is one
of post-traumatic stress

not dealt with correctly
at the time

and compounded by his stay
at that clinic

under the evil regime
of Jakob Deschler.

Look, all right, granted,

my brother is eccentric.

But he is also
completely harmless.

At the time of Deschler's death,

your brother's whereabouts
can't be verified.

He tried to pass himself off
as Betty on the phone.

All I want is a straight answer.

When not working,

my brother spends every
waking hour with his wife.

It is true love.

If he wasn't at work,
he would have been here.

And yet he said
he went for a walk.

A man and his wife,
an evening stroll.

Where's the harm in that?

Therefore it's possible that
he went up to Brokenwood Downes.

Why would he do that?

The place is a cesspit
of depravity.

Brains Matter, Detective.

What?

Mental health awareness
charity event tomorrow.

Hope to see you there.

A sunny day, spot of cricket,
couple of Pimm's and lemonade.

What's there not to like?
Now, squash!

Nigel Smythe was repatriated
to Australia

and is now incarcerated
in Brisbane's secure unit.

Jeremy Mannering?

Lives at large in the city.

The team down there
are trying to locate him,

but I might have a lead on that.

Which leaves the family
of Tom Somerset?

Drawn a blank.

Apparently his wife, Tina,
was American born.

She and her daughter, Lisa,
moved back to Boston

after the trial for Tom's death.

Okay.
I'll get Hughes onto it.

Tina Somerset.
Wife of Tom Somerset.

Okay, got it.

I'll get the international boys
to talk to Interpol.

- Thanks.
- "Three Islands Home."

He was a great loss to the
New Zealand literary landscape.

Died a day after his daughter's
30th birthday, as I recall.

Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow.

Why is that?

I'm coming up for Brains Matter.

The charity cricket match.

Oh. Right.

Y-You doing okay with all this?

Yes. I'm fine.

See you tomorrow.

How did things go
with Amy Curnow?

Ah, good.
She really knows her stuff.

Yes, but did you get anything
useful out of Cassie Seymour?

Useful?
I'm not sure.

Certainly interesting.

I've never had someone
dance their interview before.

I think that's the Dark Angel.

The Dark Angel appeared?

And killed Mr. Deschler with...?

The buzzy machine.

And then...

Sorry, Cassie,
I think you've lost us.

The Dark Angel drove away.

- They drove away?
- Yes.

Do you remember
what sort of car they had?

Not a car.

A hovercraft.

A black hovercraft.

The Dark Angel has gone.

Okay, he was meant
to apologize, not die!

We have to say
the Dark Angel did it.

They'll never believe that.

Ding-dong,
the witch man is dead.

They're gonna
to put us back here!

Ding-dong,
the witch man is dead!

Shut up, Cassie!

So we have further verification

Chris Kramer
and Buchanan were present.

Firstly, Lulu said she heard
them say exactly that,

and now Cassie says
she was in the room.

But are these
witnesses reliable?

I mean,
Lulu thinks she's a mouse,

Cassie thinks she danced
for the Bolshoi,

and Barnaby Buchanan
thinks his wife is a horse.

Except Cassie did dance
for the Bolshoi.

What?

According to Mrs. Marlowe.

Oh, she truly was a wonderful
ballerina in her day.

You saw her dance?

Oh, yes, at the local hall
as a young girl.

I knew her mother, of course.

Oh, they were so thrilled
when she won a scholarship

to study at the Bolshoi.

And then there was the accident.

That caused the brain injury?

Oh, it was such a shame.

They were rehearsing
"The Nutcracker"

when the male dancer,
by the name of Dimitry,

he dropped her on her head.

That was the end of that.

Okay.
So that much is true.

So does this mean Buchanan's
wife really is a horse?

Look, we're dealing with
challenging witnesses here.

Challenging or impenetrable?

Within all madness, there is
a kernel of truth somewhere.

Cassie also mentioned
that she received an invitation.

- Again, like Lulu...
- She destroyed it?

As per the instructions
on the invitation.

Which conveniently means
that we can't verify

these invitations ever existed.

Exactly.

So can we assume

that this mystery journalist

is the same person
as the Dark Angel?

Possibly.

Or there was
more than one offender.

But what we can accept

is that there were
four ex-patients

were most likely present
at Brokenwood Downes

- at the time of
Deschler's death... -26 p.m.

So it was no coincidence.

And possibly this invitation
is part of a collective alibi.

That is my lead.
I will catch you guys tomorrow.

- Ray.
- Yep.

I'm on my way.

What do you mean,
you're canceling the show?

No more, fella.
I'm done.

We... We agreed to three nights.

I booked a comedian.

You're about as funny
as the Old Testament.

What about my audience?

What audience, man?!
It's 9:00 p.m.

This should be a full pub,
not a mausoleum!

- You're racist.
- What are you talking about?

This is racial discrimination.

Since when were comedians
their own separate race?

I'll sue you!

What the hell?!

Hey! Oi! Oi! Oi!
Hey, hey.

- That's enough.
- Keep him away from me.

I'm gonna burn this place down

with a variety
of combustible goods

including, but not limited to,

kerosene and other
flammable liquids!

And... And two detectives walk
into a bar with a camel.

It's a Bactrian camel.
Two humps.

"Why the long face?
Why the long face?"

- Aaah!
- Gerry?

I need you to come down
to the station with me.

Why?

Because I'm arresting you

for disorderly conduct

and for threats
against property.

Do you understand?

Do you understand, Gerry?

Would you prefer
Jeremy Mannering?

Ready for that chat now?

You were a patient
at the Deschler Clinic,

is that correct?

Well, that... that depends.

You either were or you weren't.

I don't want to talk about it.

We need to talk about it.

My mum put me in there
to sort out "issues"

that... that weren't issues,
um, you know?

We talked, I said,
"Mum, I'm okay.

I just see things
differently to you."

She didn't listen.

But it's okay.
I-I sorted it out.

She's dead now.

- That was a joke.
- Right.

It was comedy. I... You probably
thought I killed her.

- Well, no, but...
- I didn't.

- I'll take your word for it.
- I wanted to.

She was a frustrating person.

Anyway, in the long run,
the Deschler Clinic

was my salvation.

In what way?

Well, it's where
I discovered my...

my talent for comedy.

When I left the place,

I... I had a... I had a-a focus,
a calling.

That's my favorite pen.

My girlfriend gave it to me.

I'm... It's when I get, um...

I... Do you want me to...

It's all right.
I'll do it later.

I'm not supposed to do that.

Yeah, well, I'll get another.

Well,
it's a pretty common model.

Not too loud.
Plenty of them around, you know?

Okay.
Fire it up.

Yeah, not too quiet either.

What do you want it for?

A theory.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I've always found theories
go better with a vino.

Wait.
Is that a...?

Yeah, I found it when I was
digging out the generator.

It's from your first vintage.

A Coppersfield 2013.

That might be
a bit rough around the edges.

Oh, there's only one way
to find out, eh, Mike?

How else would you get
600 volts into a building

that's not connected
to the grid?

Is this about dead man Deschler?

Mm.

Yeah, remember, it's not
the volts that kill you,

it's the amperage.

So...

0.1 to 0.2 amps
or 100 to 200 milliamps.

Yeah, that'll do it.

You know about this stuff?

Well, I've always had
a passing interest

in electrical engineering.

Whee-hee!

There's some
rambunctious elements

at large in there, Mike.

Phew.
Very boisterous.

Hey, um...

I'll take a look in the morning

and see what I can
come up with, eh?

It's good to have you back.

Back at you.

So before your first gig
at the Toad and Lion,

you were meditating?

Yes.
To focus the humor.

- In your car?
- Yes.

A witness says you were late.

About 30 minutes.

Yeah, well, that's the nature
of meditating.

You lose track of time.

When were you last
in Brokenwood?

Um, 2011.

So having been away
for over seven years,

you just happen to be
in town the night

Jakob Deschler is killed?

Yes.

It's an incredible coincidence

considering you haven't
been back to Brokenwood

since your release
from the Deschler Clinic.

I guess it is.

We have witnesses who say
they arrived

at the Toad and Lion
at the same time as you.

Oh, yes?

Curiously they were all
ex-patients of the clinic too.

That is curious.

And guess where
they'd come from?

Bangladesh?

Is that a joke?

No.
You asked me to guess.

No, not Bangladesh.
Brokenwood Downes.

The place where Jakob Deschler
was killed,

precisely 8:26 p.m.

Okay.

Cassie Seymour,
Christopher Kramer,

Barnaby Buchanan,

they were all at
Brokenwood Downes at a party.

Did they say I was there?

No, they didn't.

There you go, then.

But they did say
the Dark Angel was.

You know who the Dark Angel is?

Yes.

Coincidentally the Dark Angel,
being a hooded figure,

their identity is obscured.

Can you see
where I'm going with this?

- Bangladesh?
- Not Bangladesh!

Bangladesh is not the answer
to any of my questions, Gerry.

All right?

See, that... that's the thing
with coincidence,

it's... it's one of the basic
platforms of comedy.

Gerry, I am not interested
in your philosophy

on the nature of comedy.

All I'm interested in
is your whereabouts

in the hours before your first
gig at the Toad and Lion.

- I was in my car.
- Meditating.

Yes.

That's Jeremy Mannering?

AKA Gerry Manders.

Conveniently back in
the district after seven years

and yet to verify
his whereabouts at 8:26 p.m.

What's his alibi?

He was meditating in his car.

Kind of original.

Morning, all.

Simon.

- Sir.
- Sir.

So four of these were present
when Deschler died?

Still verifying.

Potentially five.
I picked this guy up last night.

There is a strong possibility
that he is the Dark Angel.

Okay, well, added to that,

Interpol tracked down
Tina Somerset.

She is still in Boston,
remarried in 2014.

She fell out with her daughter,
Lisa, who didn't approve

and always held her responsible
for letting her father

be committed
to the Deschler Clinic.

Now, she took off to Honduras
to do relief work

and hasn't been in touch
in over four years.

Ah.

Something a bit different
to all those lyrics

about death, divorce,
and riding on the range.

Thanks.

That accounts for all
ex-patients and family members.

Good. Time to get some runs
on another board.

D.C. Breen, are we keen?

Gear's in the car.

I'm gonna stay here
and hold the fort.

Ah, no you go.
Keep an ear to the ground.

I've got a few inquiries
to make.

All right, let's do this.

Lulu, what the detective
needs to know

is if you can recall hearing
a certain sound that night.

You understand?

Does she really need
to get into the cupboard?

For the test to work, yes.

You're risking
retraumatizing her.

Well, only if she wants to.

-Lulu.

Can't hear anything.

Okay, fire it up, Jared!

Too loud! Too much!

Too much.

Small ears.

Okay, that'll do.

Not a fit.

A couple of car batteries
with a condenser

and a booster might do it.

Hey, um,
can I take that machine?

Go for it.

God, the horror of it.

I have to get Lulu back.

After that, I have time
for coffee if you'd like.

Sure. Why not?

Reverend Greene, Mayor Bloom.
Church and the state.

We are honored.

Good morning, Dennis.

Hey, well done on bringing this
all together for another year.

Ah, Brokenwood...
a sanctuary of sanity.

That's the aim.

Any reason Mike didn't come?

You need to ask?

Uh, yes?

Well, let's just say all this
might be a bit close to home.

You're not at the Brains Matter
charity match.

No, I'm around it all day.

Sometimes it's nice
to leave it to others.

Aren't the police
fielding a team?

- They are.
- But not you?

No.

So are you any closer
to finding a culprit?

- Am I allowed to ask that?
- Yes. And no.

How does that make you feel?

Frustrated.

I admit our witnesses provide
an added set of challenges.

You can call them quite loopy.
I won't hold it against you.

What's your opinion
of electroconvulsive therapy?

There are studies
that in some cases

it is mildly beneficial,

but never when
it's used punitively.

Do you know someone
who experienced it?

Ah, no.

Well, possibly.

My ex-wife was...

She suffered from...

Almond flat white
and long black.

Oh, ta.

You two know each other?

Nah.

Yeah.

Maybe?

I'll just grab some sugar.

You don't need to say anything.
It's fine.

Yeah, no, it's personal.

- That's fine.
- Okay.

When I lost my mate... you know,
in that hunting accident.

It's okay to say it was murder.

Yeah, exactly. So I got a bit
of the depressions.

I mean, just a bit.
I mean, quite a lot.

So I had some sessions with her.
She's awesome, man.

She really knows how
to make you open up.

Are you two, like...?

Uh, just having coffee, Frodo.

It's so good to see you.

It's nice
to see you too, Frankie.

Enjoy.

So, you were saying?

Oh, I was just wondering
how the cricket was going.

Did Mike mention time of death?

Yes.
Yes, he did.

He's not coming?

No. He's at the office
holding the fort.

So you came instead.

Yeah.

You could have volunteered
to stay and let him come.

He works hard.
He needs to relax sometimes.

Well, I did offer.

Obviously not hard enough.

Asparagus roll?

I don't mind if I do, Jean.
They're iconic.

Oh!
You're too kind.

You got home all right, then,
the other night?

Yes. Good, okay.

I would've been more
than happy to drop you home.

It was pouring.

And I'm sure Betty would've
been fine until morning.

Not at all.

Howzat!

Well, that's me.

Ah, Jean,
what were you referring to?

Oh, Dennis?

Oh, I was heading home from
tae kwon do the other night,

and I saw him walking along
leading his brother's wife.

Mr. Buchanan,
would you care for a lift?

Ah, no, I'm good thanks, Jean.

Are you sure?

It's teeming!

Really?
Hadn't noticed.

Oh, all right, then.

Hello, Betty.

You're looking very well, dear.

Of course she's not
really his wife.

She's a horse.

But it's best to play along.

Mm.
When exactly was this?

Oh, the night of the storm.

Hit a six!

Ooh!

Wowwee.

That hurt.

Whew!

Ah.
Ooh, I'm good.

It's all good. I'm okay.
I'm okay. It's all good.

Ohh.

Dennis.
Dennis, are you with us, mate?

- Forget about the bloody horse.
- What? Sorry, what?

Barnaby.
Just get the hell out!

He's awake.

Not really.

He's actually unconscious.

This is a state
known as waking sleep.

It's a way
for his brain to heal.

- Who's he talking to?
- No one.

He suffered a massive concussion

and his brain
is downloading information

that his subconscious believes
is unnecessary...

like cleaning up the desktop
of your computer, if you like.

Almost like a form
of Tourette's?

In a way, I suppose.

Do you mind if I have a word?

You won't get any sense
out of him.

Well, you never know.

Keep it brief.
He needs to rest.

And tell him
to get off the phone.

You're an idiot.

It's Detective Kristin Sims.
How're you feeling?

Nurse.

I'm on the phone.

Your Honor, can I suggest
a more liberal interpretation

of the word "legal."

No, Barnaby.

Do not tell me what you did.
I do not need to know.

Dennis, are you
talking to your...

Because, Your Honor, prison
is inappropriate for my client

because of acute claustrophobia.

Sorry, Dennis, can you just...

Nurse! Shh!

Listen to me
very, very carefully

because this is
what is going to happen.

Mike.

There's been a development.

I was at the Toad and Lion.

And before that?

As I said, I was out taking
a stroll with my wife.

Can you be specific
as to where you walked to?

Down some roads.

Well, your brother
seems to think

that you were somewhere else.

Did you call Dennis in a state
of distress around 8:35 p.m.

from, say,
Brokenwood Downes perhaps?

Will that be all?

Anxious... Betty gets anxious
if I'm... if I'm gone too long.

Barnaby, we have a witness

who saw Dennis walk Betty
down the road

away from Brokenwood Downes
around 10:00 p.m.

So do you have anything
to say about that?

I demand to see my lawyer.

And as I've said to you,
Dennis is in hospital.

Well, I want my therapist, then.

Okay, and who's that?

Amy Curnow.

I'm really sorry about this.

No rest for the wicked.

I thought you were calling
to finish your story.

Another time perhaps.
I have your card.

And you're not afraid to use it.

What made you go up to
Brokenwood Downes that evening?

Did you, by any chance,
receive an invitation?

Barnaby, the sooner you answer
the detectives' questions,

the sooner we can all go home.

Yes.
To a party.

Jakob Deschler was having
a soiree

to apologize
for his past actions,

and I was very keen to attend

because he had a lot
to apologize for.

Can we see the invitation?

Unlikely because I followed
the instructions on the letter,

and I ate it.

- You ate it?
- Yes, like this.

See?

All gone.

That was police property,
but that's fine.

Barnaby, Jesus.

Can we have a minute?

So they all got invitations,
and they all destroyed them.

Developments?

Barnaby says he got
a invitation too.

As did Deschler.

He thought he was
being interviewed.

They thought he was apologizing.

- The mystery journalist.
- Who doesn't exist.

Lures them all up there.

And poses as the Dark Angel.

Get them all in.

Time to get
their story straight.

So I received a letter.

No.

It was
an invitation to an apology

from Jacob Deschler.

Dimitry said sorry too.

The letter and the envelope
were made out of rice paper,

which was...
was very considerate.

It said he would only do it
if I kept it a secret.

I have no problem
with secrets, you know?

Most of humankind doesn't know
what's really going on.

Mice keep secrets best.

And there were balloons,

which I thought
was a nice touch.

We were scared, man.

It wasn't easy going back there.

You have no idea what went on
in that place.

No.
No, please, no more!

Please! No more!

See every drop as a negative
thought dissipating on the skin.

Do you have thick skin, Barnaby?

No.
Ah, yes! Yes, yes!

Do you have thick skin?

Thick skin repels
the bugs of lunacy.

Well, say it after me.

Thick skin
repels the bugs of lunacy.

No! No! Nooo!

Quiet!

Watch.
It is how we heal.

You will all get a turn.

Chinese water torture?

My God. No wonder
he's terrified of rain.

Even the most irrational things
have a rational explanation.

So messed up.

Right, Gerry Manders next.

No doubt I will be schooled
on the art of comedy once more.

Gerry?!
What the hell?

I'm sorry. Sorry.
I-I didn't mean to.

I... I got to give it up,
I know.

It's just I...

I was just interested in the
way... in the way that it works.

Where'd you get the screwdriver?

It's, um, in my sock.

I always carry one just in case.

I'm sorry.
I'm...

I'm not dangerous.
Here. You take it.

Come on.
Let's find somewhere else.

I was there.

Brokenwood Downes?

When he died,
I wasn't there in the room.

You were at Brokenwood Downes,
just not in the treatment room?

No, I was, but after he died.

I... I was late.

Oh, my God. I thought
he came here to apologize.

- Is he...?
- Yeah. Where were you?

I... I got held up.
But is he...?

Dead.
The Dark Angel did it.

So where were you, man?

Never mind that!
What do we do?

This is nothing to do with me.
I'm out of here.

I-I've got to do my show.

- We should go to his show.
- Yeah, brilliant.

I can't make it
without getting wet.

We stay here.
It's a cone of silence.

- We have to go in.
- No, we just stay in the car.

It's our alibi.

We need to be innocent,
or they'll send us back there.

And they'll take Betty away.

All right.

All right, all right.

Okay, one, two, three, go!

I need a towel.
I need a towel, I need a towel!

I take it you received
an invitation.

Yes, the day of my show.

You still have it?

Yes.

- It said I should...
- Deconstruct it.

I know who killed the Cleanser.

Fiona.

What makes you think that?

Because I heard.

Fiona? Enough, woman.

God damn you.

Lulu, why didn't you
mention this before?

Because Jakob is dead.

Yes.

Jakob Deschler is dead.

I'm not afraid anymore.

Thanks for coming in.

Well, you got me at a good time.

I'd just finished work,
and I was off to see my friend.

Is this the same friend
I'm yet to hear from?

He's been calling.

I don't think so.

Perhaps you haven't been open
to hear his message.

Can I at least know his name?

Jesus Christ,
our Lord and Savior.

And all these ex-patients said
that the Dark Angel was there?

- Yes.
- Well, I very much doubt that.

- Because?
- As I said, I wasn't there.

I haven't been back at
the clinic since it was closed.

You see, I was the Dark Angel.

That was one of my roles...

to appear to the patients
as a specter.

It was used to pacify them.

They were taught to believe the
Dark Angel could inflict pain.

Remember, the electricity
acts like an antibiotic.

It surges and purges
those negative thoughts,

and it ousts them from the body.

Lulu has been having
negative thoughts.

ECT was and still is
a legitimate form of treatment.

Though stigmatized,
it remains a useful tool.

Did the patients know it was you
who posed as the Dark Angel?

No. That would've
diminished the mystique.

On the night in question,

one ex-patient
distinctly recalls

hearing Jakob referring to you
as the Dark Angel.

Then they were mistaken.

Why would I want
to kill my husband?

I waited seven years
for his release.

I have no ax to grind,
unlike others.

Can I ask where Lulu was
during this ordeal?

Hiding in a cupboard.

How convenient.

Tell me,
was the cupboard locked?

As I said,
some had an ax to grind.

Fiona posed as the Dark Angel
during the Deschler regime.

She admits it.

Why do that
when it's incriminating?

It doesn't add up.

Well, neither can she confirm
where she was after 8:00 p.m.

Other than hanging
with her main man J.C.

Who else is connected
in every way to the clinic?

The patients, Deschler.

She knew what they feared.
She had access.

Perhaps the phantom journalist
was her ruse.

She knew where the ECT machine
was stored.

She waited for the partygoers
to arrive.

I don't see a clear motive.

Especially with Christ
in her heart.

If indeed he is.

Are we discounting
Gerry Manders?

As corroborated
by the other ex-patients,

he was
at Brokenwood Downes, but...

and this is
by his own admission...

he arrived
after Deschler was killed.

He's shown a tendency
towards violence.

What else was he doing if not
posing as the Dark Angel?

But who else knew about
these ex-patients?

Dennis Buchanan.

Mrs. Marlowe said she saw him
walking away

from Brokenwood Downes
that night.

He knows all these people
through his charity work.

He certainly has motive
in taking retribution

for cruelty to his brother.

Let me bring Gerry in again.
I'm sure he'll crack.

Yeah.
And I'll push Dennis.

-If he's up to questions.

All right.
We have a big day tomorrow.

You two have been busy.

Yeah, I can get 400 volts
and 1.5 amps.

-Or enough to do some damage.

The watermelon lives.

Not necessarily.

Whoa!

Cooked.

So that could've done it.

It's not very portable, though,
is it?

Oh, I don't see any other way

for delivering
enough constant current.

Aside from a diesel
or petrol generator.

Witnesses are adamant
they didn't hear one.

Is it possible that you were
the Dark Angel?

You had reason
to despise Deschler.

You took a call from Barnaby
at the time in question.

And you were seen walking Betty
away from Brokenwood Downes.

Now I'm wondering who actually
took the knock to the head.

Do you deny walking Betty
back from Brokenwood Downes?

No, I don't.

So where were you prior to that?

The Toad and Lion.

I was hoping to see
Gerry Manders.

I like a good comic.

Same again, Ray.

-Don't where the bugger is.

He's supposed to be starting
in 20 minutes.

Barnaby.

Uh, yeah, hi, I...

Yes, so it's raining, and I, um,
I don't have my umbrella.

No, slow down.

No, I don't need to know.
Just... Just get the hell out.

- So you were in the bar at 8:35?
- Yes!

Look...

I know you... you see me
as this wily, ruthless lawyer

put on this earth
just to frustrate your day,

but really I am simply a man

with a brother
who needs looking out for.

We're not always the face
that we present.

Well, now you sound like
your brother's therapist.

Yes, well, I never thought
much of her.

"Psychotherapy," it's like a...
a flash word for "mumbo-jumbo."

You know in order to be
a psychotherapist,

all you need
is the patience of a saint

and the ability
to spout a catchphrase.

For once, Dennis,
I think we agree.

I'm feeling much better!

Fiona Deschler is indeed
a devoted member of the parish.

- A recent convert?
- Very.

A few nights ago, she turned
up here for the first time.

Most distressed.

He won't listen to me.

The Lord is always listening.

No. My husband.

Don't go.

But this journalist is prepared
to hear the truth.

That Tom Somerset
should never have died.

That we made a mistake.

There was no mistake!

It was his weakness
that killed him,

not the treatment.

Time has weakened you, my dear.

I have to go to work.

Yet only yesterday
she was saying to me

that they'd done nothing wrong.

What we say in public
and what we share with God

can initially be
very different things.

What day was this?

Wednesday night.

I was closing up just before
that God-awful storm.

Reverend?

Thank you.

You'd say it's a 15-minute drive
to Brokenwood Downes from here?

Give or take.

Thanks for your time, Reverend.

Gerry, we need another chat.

I don't think I can.
I'm feeling very flat.

- It won't take long.
- I don't want to go anywhere.

All right.
We'll do it here.

Gerry, the thing is...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I can't do this.

I want...
I want this over with!

Hey.
Whoa, whoa. Gerry.

You think I killed the Cleanser.
My comedy career is over.

I have nothing left.

I never said that.
You didn't have to.

It was written
all over your face.

- Crazy Gerry did it.
- I never said you were crazy.

- I will die with my innocence.
- Gerry, give me the screwdriver.

I'm serious.
I'm done.

Nice car, man.
Way of the future.

Yeah, it gets me from A to B.

More than that.
400 kilowatts of power.

Nice lines.
Quiet as.

Yeah, thanks.

That'll do it.

Damn it.

Hey, Frodo,
can I borrow your phone?

- It's urgent.
- Sure, man.

Choice.
Great coffee, by the way.

Thanks.

Frodo, there's no credit.

Yeah, no, I'm out.

Yeah, well, then,
why did you...?

Ah, never mind.

Hey, Gerry,
who's your favorite comedian?

- What?
- Your favorite comic.

-Your inspiration.

Don't answer that.

- I'm serious!
- Okay.

I will do it!
Put it on the dash.

Breen, where are you?
I need you back here ASAP.

Ah, yes, that's right.

Somerset, Lisa.

Kristin, can I speak to Mike?

Jared, now's not a good time,
and Mike's not here.

Well, can I use your phone?
I figured out the power source.

Yep. Karla.

Yes!

Yep, I'm here.

Thank you.

Thanks.

We know that Lulu was there

and that she had reason
to frame Fiona,

but what I can't see in her
is violence.

Are you asking me if I think
Lulu is capable of violence?

I guess I am.

The answer may lie
in her condition.

With species dysphoria,

what people see themselves as
is no accident.

Perhaps if she was violent,

she would see herself
as a lioness or a shark

more than a mouse.

And Barnaby Buchanan?

Is there violence
underlying his condition?

Or Gerry Manders?

Jeremy's not my patient.

Look, off the record,
are these people deranged?

Yes.

Can they be helped?
I believe so.

Should they be committed?
Yes.

Treated the way they were
by Jakob Deschler?

Absolutely not.

But they are unpredictable.

All of them had good reason
to hurt Deschler,

but it doesn't mean they did.

Then again,
the thing with mice is

if they get stuck
into your wardrobe,

they can do serious damage
to your underwear drawer.

But I'm sure you know the answer
to all these questions.

Why are you really here, Mike?

I felt I never explained
what I meant the other day.

About your ex-wife.

That she suffered with
psychiatric issues?

I never said that.

You didn't have to.
Do you want to tell me about it?

Still not answering.

Text him.

-Detective Sims.

Interpol have a lead.

- Sims?
- Yes?

If you're right, well done.

It's a very simple reason

our investigation
is focused on you.

Because you can't explain
where you were

before you walked into
the treatment room

and found Jakob Deschler dead.

- I was late.
- Yeah, you said.

I mean, I was... I was on time.
8:15 like the invitation said.

I got late.

Because you were dressed
as the Dark Angel?

No!

I got distracted.

Oh.

Oh. S-So complex.

Why didn't you
mention this before?

I mustn't do it, I mustn't
do it, I mustn't do it.

You mean dismantling things?

It's called punding, isn't it?

And if I don't do it,
it means I'm better.

But, Gerry, it explains why you
couldn't have killed Deschler.

- Really?
- Yeah.

If you were waylaid
at the entrance,

you couldn't have been
in the treatment room.

Could've been worse.
I could've been in Bangladesh.

Nice.

What?

You made a joke.

Did I?

Yeah, you did, Gerry.

I've still got it.

C-Can you give me
the screwdriver?

Sorry about that.

It's just cheap metal
with a polymer handle.

And then polymers...

it's a composite
of four different things,

each with their own
molecular structure.

- Essentially, though, it's...
- Shh. Gerry.

- Thermoplastic.
- That's enough.

Four years.

And which passport?

LN 516021.

Okay, thanks.

Anything?

I always thought
it would sort itself out.

But I know I was busy,
focused on other things.

You made work your escape.

I guess it was.

I can see that now.

Your excuse
not to deal with it, perhaps?

You like country music?

Mm, I can take it or leave it.

She was the one
who got me hooked.

I'd come home,
and she was always playing

the same
Willie Nelson song... "Crazy."

Great song, no doubt.

And I thought it was ironic...

tongue in cheek, you know,

about our marriage, but...

Then I realized it was...

A cry for help?

Yeah.

That I didn't hear.

I imagine with your work,
you spend a lot of time

looking at other people's
problems and never your own.

I have a book in my car
that you might find helpful.

"False Grief."

Give me a moment?

Died the day after his
daughter's 30th birthday,

as I recall.

Message received.

Yeah, Mike, it's Jared here.

An electric car battery,

run an extension off a
DC adapter through the window,

and I think that'll do it, yeah.

A black hovercraft.

Talk to me.

Mike, there's no record
of Amy Curnow

studying at Victoria University.

She reentered the country
four years ago.

- She is actually...
- Lisa Somerset.

The murder of Jakob Deschler

has been a long time
in the planning.

Here we go.
"False Grief."

Ah.

Um, I see you have a copy

of my favorite New Zealand
poet... Tom Somerset.

- This is his best volume.
- I agree.

Got that in a book sale.

Personally signed by the author
and dedicated to his daughter.

- It's a lucky find.
- Yeah, I saw that.

Um, think of it
as a permanent loan.

I think you'll find it helpful.

Ah, I'm curious.

If Gerry Manders
wasn't your patient,

how did you know
his real name was Jeremy?

Oh, Gerry's short for Jeremy.

Right.

From a psychotherapist's view,

what would you make of
a... a daughter

that discards
a book from her own father

given to her
on her 30th birthday,

the day before he died?

Perhaps they weren't close.

A father wouldn't make

that sort of dedication
unless they were close.

I'm wondering if the opposite
might be true.

That the daughter
and father were very close.

Devastated by his death,

she and her American mother
returned to the States.

Over the next seven years,

she changes her name
by deed poll in Honduras,

gets a new passport in Panama,

and then leaving via Ecuador
she returns to a place...

three islands home...

where her father
was effectively murdered.

She then waits for his killer
to be released,

and then she makes contact...

and subjects him
to the same grisly death

her father suffered.

Ring any bells, Lisa?

Shame.

I thought we had
a real connection.

I can understand you wanting to
avenge your father's death.

But why subject
his fellow patients

to brutally killing Deschler
in front of them?

That monster being out of
prison... What did that do?

Terrified them.

At least now they have a chance
to heal.

I liberated them.