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"She climbed the stairs
soundlessly,

feeling a frisson of excitement

that was almost like
a sexual pleasure

as she thought of the knife
about to penetrate his flesh.

This man had used her.

And now... she would use him.

Call it target practice,
call it butchery.

Well, she would cleave him
head from shoulders

like a log on a block

and watch his life
paint the walls crimson.

She could feel
her cheeks burning.

She could see his shadow..."

Is this your jam...
chicks offing guys for sport?

Well, the perpetrator
isn't always female.

He's an...
equal-opportunity author.

Yeah, I've read him.
Don't think much of his style.

Well, you wait till you see him.

Oh, Christ.
We are so late.

You can turn the sirens on.

"She could see his shadow
on the wall...

his long legs, his mane of hair,
those shoulders...

Mm.

The back she had clung to
in raptures,

the neck she dreamed of kissing.

Heart thudding like a hammer,
she spoke his name softly.

He turned."

Sorry. If we could pause there?

Oh, God.
Don't stop.

Sorry.
I'm a little dry.

Speak for yourself.

Uh, perhaps we could...

Of course.
Let's take a break.

After which I'll be sure
to satisfy you completely.

If I could have some help
with the supper?

- Can I?
- Thank you.

Come on.
We're missing the reading.

Well, you really should've
put these in a tin.

Oh, it's bring a plate.
Book-club rules, apparently.

This is so your first time,
right?

Oh, God.
Just give it here.

Oh!

And that's why.

Oh, my God.

Three-second rule?

- Yes. Quick.
- Okay.

No sausage roll
shall be left behind.

Oh, I hope they have
more sauce inside.

Oh.
Sorry.

- This is the guy?
- Mm.

Doesn't really do him
any justice.

- Man, you've got it bad, eh?
- I just really like his books.

- Yeah, right... his books.
- Come on.

Has he started?

Um, we only just got here.

My sausage rolls took forever.

Glad we're not
the only late ones.

I'm not late.

Well, the reading started
over half an hour ago.

I don't want to hear him read.
I just want to see him.

You've got the hots
for this guy too?

Hots?
No.

A bone to pick?
Yes.

- What sort of a bone?
- We should go in.

Yeah.
The major hots.

I hope he's signing books.

Damn.
We've missed it.

Only a wonderful first half.

It's supper break.

Oh, good.

Um, well,
these just wouldn't crisp.

- Did you use an egg wash?
- No.

- Oh! Absolutely essential.
- Oh.

Oh, I might heat these up a bit.

They get really... ew... claggy
when they're cold.

Great cheese rolls, Mrs. M.

Thank you, Jared.

- They're always a popular item.
- Great kai indeed.

Ah.
How was the reading?

Uh... he was hamming it up a bit.

Oh.
Are you a fan?

Uh, excuse me.

I might just go and hunt down
a cup of tea.

Oops.
Taxi.

Are you insinuating something?

It was a joke, Maxine.

I don't see the funny side.

Maybe it'll come to you.

If you don't get it
the first time, how funny is it?

Oh.
You made those?

My mother's recipe.

Oh, I might like to note that.

Mm!
They're very good.

I can vouch for that.

Hey.
Um, I'm gonna shoot through.

Oh, no.
He's reading again after supper.

Oh, I'm good.
I reckon he's a bit overrated.

Give me Jane Austen any day.

Everyone stay where you are.

I need everyone to remain
in this room.

We have a team on their way.

Oh, can I make a cup of tea
for Petra?

She's had a nasty shock.

No. I can't have everybody
moving around the crime scene.

Thanks for holding the fort.

He's on the stairs.

Um, get the area cordoned off.

Uh, who found him?

You know who.

She has a corgi.

My ex-wife is part
of a book club?

That's a new one.

Part of her fresh start, maybe?

Well, it's part of something,
no doubt.

Uh, get talking.

I'm gonna have a chat
with the author.

Hey. This could take some time,
and I was thinking...

Uh, yeah.
Take off while you can.

Love your work.

Why is he allowed to leave?

Because he was with me the whole
time and he's not a suspect.

- And we are?
- Well, it's just procedure.

We need to know
where everybody else was.

What they saw, what they heard.

Are there any other spaces
we can use?

Just to give people
some privacy.

Well, there's the kitchen.

And the special nook.

Right.
Um, you use the hall.

I'll take the kitchen,
and Mike can have the... nook.

I have the kitchen.

You know you can't eat the food,
right?

Yeah, but I can just look at it.

Yeah. No.
Can you talk to the girl first?

She looks like
she needs to go home.

Why am I being contained here?

We arrived together.
I did not leave this room.

I'm missing
a valuable opportunity

to examine a fresh corpse.

The man's hardly cold.

- This is my point.
- Yeah. You go.

So... what's your story, Jack?

Stabbed in the back.

Someone's sending a message
here.

Betrayal?

Revenge.

Someone's idea of a joke.

"Knife in the Back."

This is the title
of his latest book,

and this is how the victim dies.

Someone's re-creating it?

Exactly.

So who done it in the whodunit?

I mean, that is not a line
of inquiry you should follow.

The book is fiction.

Nonetheless.

A deranged pathologist commits
the murder.

Ah.

She's cold.
Clinical.

In my view,
an unconvincing character.

I'm sorry.

I'm devastated.

I invited Jack to come here.

Did you know him well?

We only met five days ago,
but we connected before that.

I reached out to him
about doing a reading.

I was lucky to get him.

Superstars like Jack
do international festivals.

They don't do
small-town bookshops like this.

But he did for you?

I made it worth his while.

You offered him a fee?

Of course.

I paid for everything...
airfares, accommodation.

That must have come to...

Oh, money wasn't the issue.

I divorced well.

I can afford to indulge
my passion,

which is books and the amazing
people who write them.

So I didn't stint to get Jack...

first-class travel,
a very luxurious Airbnb.

Well... you must have
really wanted him.

I did.

Easy on the wine.
You've had a shock.

Yeah.
I'm shattered.

It's not every day
you trip over a dead guy.

Why did you go upstairs?

To find a loo.

And instead you found...

I still can't quite believe it.

I mean, an hour ago,
he was alive,

radiating this magnetic energy
and...

Did you know him at all
before tonight?

By reputation.
I've read his books.

Never met him, though?

Maxine was over the moon
when she scored him.

She's talked about nothing else
for the last few weeks.

I'm wiped out.
Are we done?

- Yeah. For now.
- Okay.

We might need to get
a DNA sample.

You all right?

Yeah.

- Uh, why?
- Well, you found the body.

There'll be traces of you
at the scene.

And you need to what,
eliminate me?

That's right.

Mike, we were married
for two years.

You really think I'd stab a man
in the back?

Petra, this is
a murder investigation.

It's not personal.

Married to the job.

Same old, same old.

That's all we need for now.
Have you filled in your details?

And you've got a ride home?

Mr. Drake is taking me.

My contact details
are on the form,

and I'm at the high school.

All good.

Sir, could we have a few words?

Finally.

Um, excuse me.
Is that yours?

N-No.

It belonged to the author...
or should I say the deceased.

Oh. Uh, well, in that case,
please don't touch it.

Can you bag that?

For all we know,
it could contain a vital clue

to the killer's identity.

Mm.

Yes.

They're not bad, these.

Wish I could.

Go on. Your secret
will be safe with me.

No. We don't eat on the job.
You fill your boots, though.

Is this gonna take long?

Doesn't have to.
Full name?

Kenneth Lowell Carnaby.

I go by K.L. for my pen name.

Oh, you're an author?

Not as well known
as tonight's guest, obviously.

Do you write crime too?

Literary fiction.

And, of course, I teach.
I taught this fellow.

Not my most talented student.

But this has been on the
New York Times best-seller list

for weeks.

Utter drivel.

- Why'd you buy one, then?
- Mm.

To see if he would have the gall
to sign it.

Did he?

Mm.
Fortunately, yes.

I'll make thousands from that
now.

You, uh, didn't like this guy,
did you?

I thought you said
this was gonna be quick.

I hope you told the truth.

You're drunk.

And you're a tramp.

You are way out of line.

Oh, you couldn't wait
to come sniffing around.

I paid for that place.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Don't play the innocent.

All right.
Let's keep things civil.

Is everything all right?

We've got everything we need
for tonight.

Thank you.
We'll be in touch.

Don't let her drive.
She's tanked.

Yeah.
Well, you're not exactly sober.

Yeah.
Well, I'm not driving.

My fiancé's picking me up.

Fiancé?

Yeah.
We met at that music festival.

When I was looking after
your dog?

He's an artisan cheesemaker.

You'd have to be barking mad
to marry that woman.

She's got the morals
of an alley cat.

Ha!

Engaged to be married
and she's busy rutting Jack?

Uh, when was this?

Oh.
Did she not mention it?

Is this hearsay or...

They were seen.

By?

This person gave me
the information in confidence,

but 100% reliable.

Breen, could you drive
Ms. Holst home?

Sure, boss.

I'll make a statement.

Happy to.

Did that come as a surprise?

If it's true,
Petra lied to my face.

And the answer to
the million-dollar question,

What does a famous author
keep in his bag? is...

Yeah, Reverend Greene was really
keen on something in there.

Our man was traveling light.

Laptop.

And condoms.

Oh. Okay. Clearly he was
expecting a busy night.

More so than a knife
in the back, I guess.

Okay.
Let's start with the weapon.

Distinctive.
Bone handle.

You told me that the bookshop
owner, Maxine Holst,

- admits that it was hers.
- Mm-hmm.

She believes it was
on a side table upstairs.

So let's start
with who you saw entering

and leaving the main room.

Okay.

Mrs. Marlowe entered.

K.L. What's-his-face entered.

Reverend Greene exited.

Maxine entered.

And Petra exited.

I'm just not sure
about these two.

I didn't get much out of her
last night.

- She could barely talk.
- I'll do a follow-up.

Get anything on next of kin?

Parents dead, and there's
a brother in Canada...

who's about to become
very wealthy.

If he left it all
to next of kin.

- How rich is he?
- Oh, loaded.

A string of best-sellers,
movie adaptation in the works.

So money is a possible motive.

One of them.

We've got several suspects
with connections.

Carnaby used to be his teacher,

and Petra was possibly intimate
with him.

Possibly?

Well, at this stage,
it's only hearsay.

So you'll be doing a follow-up
with...

Yeah.

Breen, uh, do a deep dive
into his laptop...

Google searches, e-mails.

And, Kristin, check out
where he was staying.

Oh, no.

Wait!

Don't touch anything!

Sorry. I didn't know
anyone was booked in.

I'm not a client.
I'm C.I.B.

Can I get your name?

Toni Morris.

Morris.
Have you got a daughter?

Yeah.
Lindy.

So you know what happened
last night.

Yeah.
Poor kid's pretty shocked.

Then you can understand this is
a place of interest to police.

Please don't touch
or move anything.

Yeah. Sorry.
I didn't think.

Maxine told me to clean it,
so...

This is Maxine Holst?

Yeah. She made the booking.
She rang me this morning.

Didn't exactly pick up
after himself, did he?

Rich people are the worst.

- Is this your place?
- Ha!

I just manage it.
The owner lives overseas.

He doesn't rent it out often.
It's two grand a night.

- Two grand?
- Yeah.

My van cost that much.

How many nights
was he booked in for?

Couple of weeks.

Wow.
That's quite an investment.

Mm.

Has Maxine rented this place out
for other visiting authors?

Hell no.

She went the extra mile
for this one.

She was all over it,
tizzing around

like she was setting up
for a honeymoon.

Use these.
Egyptian cotton.

They're mine.

The place needs to be
immaculate.

And the service needs to be
invisible.

He's a writer,
so he can't be disturbed.

Okay.

You must check with me
before any cleans.

No casual visits.

You think she had
romantic expectations?

Well, yeah.

Anyway, I'll, uh,
leave you to it.

Just lock up when you're done.

Uh, you have a key?

There's a lockbox outside.
The code's 2512.

Well, Jack,
you're a get-around guy.

I do not want to look
at this face any longer.

What have you got for me?

No surprises.

The six-inch paper knife found
in the body caused the death.

And fingerprints said
that the knife was wiped clean.

Again, no surprises.

Does the wound tell us anything?

Angle of entry suggests
two things...

either the killer was taller
than this man

or he had already started
to descend the stairs

when he was struck.

Both are possible.

So the offender was either tall
or short.

Or in between, yes.

Ah.

- Just one stab wound?
- Correct.

The killer was forceful.

This knife is not sharp,

but it was plunged in so deeply,
it severed the carotid artery.

Though not much blood
at the scene.

The bleeding was internal.

Hardly anything on the rug.

It has a busy pattern,
forgiving of small stains.

It will not need cleaning.

Oh.
I'll pass that on.

Time of death?

If supper break commenced
shortly after 8:00 p.m.

and the body was found
at 8:34...

A 30-minute window.

If you have motive, opportunity,
and the weapon is to hand...

that's plenty of time.

Sims.

At Rudd's love shack,

I found a few things, including
a pair of women's underwear.

I don't suppose
there's a name tag in them?

Uh, and there's more...
two champagne flutes,

one with lipstick,
both with prints,

and the lab's got a match
on them already.

One's Rudd.

And the other's Petra?

Affirmative.

Do you want me to handle this?

No.
Uh, leave it with me.

Copy that.

Petra.
Yeah. Mike.

Uh, can we meet up?

Are these yours?

No.

Not my size, my color,
or my style.

I like a thong, as you know.

Can I go now?

Not quite.

Your fingerprints were found on
a glass in Jack Rudd's bedroom.

Can you explain that?

I paid him a visit.

Any particular reason?

To discuss literature.

I need a straight answer,
Petra... What were you doing

- in Jack Rudd's bedroom...
- All right. I shagged him.

So why did you lie to me?

I don't want anything
getting back to my fiancé.

It would hurt him.

Jesus. Are you sure
about this marriage?

- You've only just met the guy.
- All right. It's impulsive.

But you know when you feel it,
right?

Sure, but people usually wait
until after the wedding

before they start cheating.

Don't make this about us.

I'm not proud of myself,
but Jack was...

You don't meet guys like that
every day.

So when did you meet him?

A few days ago,
at my fiancé's restaurant.

It's attached to the workshop.

And Jack was having lunch
in the garden.

He looks good in his jacket
photos, but in the flesh...

Excuse me.
I know who you are.

I have no idea who you are...
but I'd love to find out.

What are you doing?

What?

Now?

Yeah.
Right now.

I know it sounds bad.

But I knew that Jack wasn't here
for long,

so I thought,
"Well, so long as no one knows,

then what harm does it do?"

You don't change, do you?

Neither do you.
Look at this car.

Don't judge me, Mike.

I know I'm not perfect,
but I never killed anyone.

Petra says
these don't belong to her.

- And you believe her?
- She copped to everything else.

- So she did shag him.
- More than once.

Well, no wonder Maxine
was so septic.

Petra did suggest
that those might belong to her.

Perhaps you could have
that conversation.

Well, they are Maxine's
price point.

Less costs more, right?

Well, they're not priced
by the yard, Mike.

How's the computer trawl going?

Interesting.

I followed up on the will.

Pretty standard, next of kin...
that's hot...

but there's a big lawsuit
brewing.

Guess who was trying to sue
Jack Rudd for a cool million.

This guy.

Enjoy.

May I have a few words?

Your colleague said
I was allowed to reopen.

Is there a problem?

No. So long as no one
goes up the stairs.

We've had rubberneckers outside
all morning, of course,

wanting to see
where it happened.

Sadly, it's been quite good
for business.

Well, I won't hold you up.

Do you know who these belong to?

Those are mine.

Well, then you probably know
they were found

in Jack Rudd's bedroom.

Well, that's not evidence
of anything.

No, but it does indicate
a sexual relationship.

I'm aware of how it looks,
but I can assure you

that our connection was
well established before we met.

This was not a cheap hookup.

And how would you describe
the relationship?

It started professionally,
as a correspondence.

I contacted Jack's publisher
about a personal appearance,

and Jack responded.

How did he respond?

Warmly.

We started e-mailing,

and... things quickly developed
into something more personal.

Not at my instigation.

He was keen to come.

He also said he was single
and finding it lonely.

So he invited a relationship?

Why else
would he have said that?

So I arranged everything,
and he came.

And it was perfect.

We had dinner together
on his first night.

We drank champagne,
went back to his place.

We talked.

It was a deep soul connection.

Then he changed.

The next day he summoned me.

He was brusque.

Who's been in here?
Things are missing.

What things?

Personal stuff...
my watch, my shaver.

I'm so sorry!
I don't know how that happened.

But I can replace everything.
I-I'll do it tomorrow.

You think you can buy a Rolex
in this town?

Well, the shaver anyway.

And I'll reimburse you
for the watch.

It was a gift.
It was engraved.

Oh, Jack.
I'm mortified.

I was clear about my needs...
security and privacy.

Of course.

Can you make sure
no one else gets in here?

And when you do bring
the shaver, leave it outside.

I'm writing.
I can't be disturbed.

But he wasn't writing.
He was out and about.

Seen everywhere...
drinks, dinners.

Who did he have dinner with?

Reverend Greene.

I know.

Did you spring for the watch?

Well... I felt responsible.

And I-I really thought...

That you had a future with him?

That's what he led me
to believe, definitely.

And that's how he behaved.

Until...

Until he found other options
and I became disposable.

Ah. Afternoon. Beautiful place.

Yes.
It's lovely, isn't it?

Sadly, it's not mine.

Shall we go and talk in the hut?

That way I'll feel, at least,
like I'm working.

Why were you suing Rudd?

He stole from me.

Must have been something
valuable.

Yeah... a plot.

Yeah. It was the best one
I ever concocted.

And he stole it,
lock, stock, and barrel.

How?

Well, he was doing a master's
in creative writing,

the course I run.

His portfolio was weak.

You know, it was pretentious
and derivative.

The star that year
was Hamish Drake.

The teacher?

Yeah, at your local high school.

Never did climb the heights,
but he could have.

Anyway, they were both part
of my tutorial group.

And I'd just come up with
this plot.

I knew it was good, and I wanted
to use it to illustrate a point.

So I laid it out for them...
the whole thing.

I have to admit,
I was quite proud of it.

So you can imagine my surprise
when Jack Rudd's first novel

was published nine months later
and there it was... my plot.

Every detail.
Straight steal.

Why go after him now?

He sold the movie rights
to a major studio.

That's like striking gold.

And here am I,
approaching retirement, and...

all I really wanted was a share
of what was rightfully mine.

So you hired a lawyer?

Well, I thought we could
deal with it like gentlemen.

So I took him out for lunch.

A percentage of
the rights payment and a credit.

That's all I'm after.

Saying what?

"Original story by."

Could even be a shared credit.

Why would I give you that?

Well, it's my due.

Kenneth... your books don't sell.

They're boring.

I took your straw,
and I spun it into gold.

So you admit you took from me.

A few details.
The basic shape.

- It was wholesale theft.
- Try and prove it.

I've got deeper pockets
than you.

You won't win.

Why can't you just do
the decent thing?

'Cause I don't feel like it.

I ripped you off.
Boo-hoo.

What are you gonna do about it?

I'll see you in court, Jack.

I don't think so.

Nice try, old man.

You must've been angry
that he second-guessed you.

I suppose you are looking for
a motive, Detective.

Of course.

We have to ask...

Who had reason
to want Jack Rudd dead?

He was more use to me alive,
actually.

Although, I suppose
I could still sue the estate.

It's all going to a brother
in Canada.

Really?

What, no wives?
Ex-wives?

Rudd was a rolling stone.
Gathered no moss.

He was a phony and a failure.

At the end of the day,
Jack Rudd got what he deserved.

It was just
a-a friendly gesture...

a simple home-cooked meal.

And is this a gesture
you generally extend

to visiting authors?

As it happens, no.

So... why this author?

I enjoy murder mysteries.

It was a chance to spend time
with a master of the form,

perhaps glean a few tips.

And was it enlightening?

Not really.

He was a disappointing
conversationalist.

A good story doesn't need
flowery language.

It simply needs attractive
people wanting to have sex,

having sex,
or thinking about having sex.

Then you throw in a murder
and hey presto.

I'm generous.

I barely got a word in
all night.

I'd gone to quite some trouble,

and he left
before the pudding course.

Mrs. Marlowe had made
a gooseberry fool especially.

Perhaps it was presumptuous
of me to impose on him.

He's an internationally
celebrated author,

and I'm... nobody, really.

Nevertheless, I was hopeful.

What were you hoping for?

More than I got.

You seemed very interested
in the author's satchel.

Did I?

Mm. I had to ask you
not to touch it.

I...

I was...

I-I was just...
Hm.

I'd lent him something.
I-I wanted it returned.

What did you lend him?

I'd rather not say.

Where do you want these?

Oh, wherever.
Anywhere you think.

Now, I've got quite a lot
to be getting on with,

so if you don't mind...

Of course.

It's very distressing,
this whole affair.

Detective?

Yes.
Hello.

I might be able to shed
a little light

on that dinner at the manse.

Oh.

Were you there all night?

Well, the Reverend couldn't put
together a three-course meal.

So you did all the cooking?

And the washing up.

I was quite prepared to serve
at table as well,

but the Reverend
put his foot down about that.

He told me in no uncertain terms
I was not to disturb them.

He wanted to be alone
with that man Rudd.

Well, do you know why?

Well, he's very attractive.

I am broad-minded, you know.

I have nothing
against homosexualists.

Are you serious?
Rudd scored the Rev as well?

The guy was barely here a week.

And on the seventh day,
he rested.

It's only a supposition,
but there's definitely something

Reverend Greene
isn't telling us.

He had hopes.

He was disappointed...
which is Maxine's story too.

And Carnaby's.

There's definitely a theme
emerging.

The guy was a user.

Petra didn't feel used.
She gave Rudd a glowing report.

Are you, like, a bit jealous?

On the contrary.

I'm remembering
why I walked away.

So at least three suspects
have motive.

Maxine, Carnaby,

and even Reverend Greene
have a score to settle.

This Hamish Drake has history
with Rudd too.

Yeah.
I'm seeing him tomorrow.

I still can't get my head around
Rudd and Reverend Greene.

Something seems off.

Yeah, but if you'd seen him.

He was acting like
a jilted lover.

Breen, here you go.

Attempted break-in
at the Airbnb love nest.

They're holding the suspect
on site.

It could be the same person
who took the watch and shaver.

Back for more loot. Risky.

Not to mention stalkery.

I just want to get it back...
the thing that I gave him.

Is it a-a valuable item?

I'm embarrassed to admit it,
but...

I wonder if you would do me
a very great favor.

What kind of favor?

Would you read this?

It's a novel.

I wrote it myself.

I see that.

It's a murder mystery.

Oh, just an amateur's attempt,
but, um,

I thought,
as a master of the craft,

you might have a few pointers
to offer.

I mean, there's a lot
of reading here.

Am I asking too much?

No.

No.
Of course not.

But if I'm gonna do your work
justice...

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to cut
the evening short.

Oh.
M-Must you?

I don't see how else
I'll get through it.

No, no.

I wasn't expecting
an instant answer.

I'll start tonight.

He assured me I'd hear from him
very soon, and I didn't.

Yeah.

Well, um, he had a very hectic
schedule while he was here.

Yes.
I learned that.

Days went by.
Not a word from him.

I started to get anxious,
so I-I I paid him a call,

hoping to find him.

- And I did.
- Wait. There's more.

But he wasn't alone.

"He became aware of the urgent,
throbbing pulse of the organ."

"Were the dead man's fingers
playing?"

On his organ?

- "He stiffened..."
- Oh, stop it!

It says it right there.

"an icy chill
pervading his loins."

I never knew loins
could be pervaded.

- Oh, but they can.
- Mm!

That was my only copy,
the work of years.

I could never rewrite it.

We did a thorough search
of the premises.

There's nothing there.

And it's not in his bag?

If it does turn up, we'll
make sure it's returned to you.

That's all I want.

So we didn't charge him.

Budding author.
Who knew?

Who writes a novel by hand
and doesn't make a copy?

A sensitive rural clergyman.

Well, I think we can
discount him as the offender.

And he says he didn't nick
the watch or shaver either.

So who did?

Well, Breen has a theory.

Rudd had fans, right?
Obsessive fans.

There's reams of it online.

Did they contact him directly?

Oh, yeah.
And he gets back to them.

And some of it gets
pretty steamy.

Anyone on the board?

No, but someone known to us.

I did not have
any correspondence with him,

thank you very much.

Someone else did.

Yes, I wrote to him...
in a professional capacity.

Who made the contact?

I did... to correct him
on procedure.

The pathology on his work
was sloppy.

I felt he was being
badly advised.

I said this.

How did he respond?

He begged me to advise him.

And so it began.

He sent me a murder.
I sent him the pathology report.

I was exact and thorough.

I'd expect nothing less.

Soon his book was published.

Not one word did he change.

My writing with his name on it.

Did he offer payment?

I did not ask.

I was happy to be of use.

And then... he became personal.

Romantic.

In what way?

Would I meet him?
Could he come to me?

Would I send money for a ticket?

But he was loaded.

He mentioned
a cash-flow problem.

He was not liquid.

I hope you didn't send anything.

Please.
I'm Russian.

I do not fall
for this kind of scam.

I told him, "You want to come?
Buy your own ticket."

How did he take that?

No reply.

And then the new book...
"Knife In The Back,"

with a killer who is a frigid
pathologist called Nina.

After that,
you still went to the reading?

I'm not a wilting flower.

I just wanted to see this man

who will take my knowledge
and mock me.

Mike, I want you to know
that nothing happened

between this Rudd and me.

I understand.

He was a betrayer.

He stole people's lives
and put them in his books.

Thank you, Gina.
You've been very helpful.

It is a particular smell.

B.O., hormones, and socks.

- Is this about the other night?
- Yeah.

We're following up
with everyone who was there,

particularly people who had
a connection to Jack Rudd.

Well, I guess you know
we went to uni together.

Yes.
We spoke to your old tutor.

Did you get a word in edgewise?

My boss said he was very...
loquacious.

It's a good word.

Carnaby said that you were
his star pupil.

He liked my stuff.

So why didn't you stick
to writing?

Straight to the tough questions.

It's not just about talent.

You've got to have
killer instinct...

you know, be ruthless,
promote yourself.

I didn't have a clue
about that sort of stuff.

Classic introvert.

The polar opposite of Jack.

That's why I liked him.

He would bring the party.
All I had to do was tag along.

We were good friends.

Did you stay in touch after uni?

Initially.

Well, we were on the same track.

We'd both written novels
and were looking for publishers.

And then I got the call...
the one you dream of.

An agent from Sydney
loved my work.

Loved the sample I sent.

Wanted to read the book,
wanted me to come over.

Jack said I should jump on it.

So I did, and he tagged along
for the ride.

And jumped on the agent.

It wasn't me she wanted anymore.

He got published instead,
got a deal in the States,

and got launched.

That must have been a kick
in the teeth.

Well, I lost my confidence.

Put the book in the bottom
drawer and stopped hustling.

But like I said,
you've got to want it.

Maybe I didn't want it enough.

You're not bitter?

What's the point?
I made my choice.

And I love teaching,
inspiring the next generation.

Oh. Sorry.
I'll come back later.

See?

When you find one like her,
it makes it all worthwhile.

Is she your star pupil?

Yeah, she is.
She's very special.

Detective.
More questions?

Well, until there are answers,

there are always more questions,
Maxine.

Right.
Well, that's very existential.

But right now,
I'm here as a customer.

Um, do you have any Jack Rudds?

Oh.
I've just got a new order in.

They've been flying off
the shelves.

I'll take one of everything.

Well, I haven't even opened
the box yet.

While you're doing that, I'll
take another look upstairs.

Oh. Well, the tape's still up.
No one's been up there.

There you go.

Didn't even have to ask
the question.

Everything all right, Detective?

Your books.

Ah.

Was there usually something
hanging there?

My silk wall hanging.
Japanese.

You didn't know it was gone?

God!
The public.

If it's not tied down...

My second husband bought me that
in Osaka on our honeymoon.

It's a beautiful word, isn't it?

"Honeymoon."

Don't suppose I'll be doing that
again.

You never know.
I've had more than a couple.

Yes, but you're a man.

Oh, my God.

"Cold Cuts,"
set in some freezing works.

Couple of young varsity students
working on the holidays.

One gets butchered.

Not ideal off-duty reading
for a homicide detective.

Agreed.

If I was in your shoes,
I'd be going for romance.

Somehow it's never really
worked out for me.

Well, as a literary genre.

But all the greats are there.

We've got Emily, Charlotte,

and my personal favorite,
the mighty Jane.

I don't think Jane Austen's
going to help me figure out

who bumped off Jack Rudd.

Is that what all of this
is about?

Rudd was an egotist,
and they always leave a trail.

Well... I'll leave you to it.

Have fun, eh?

Hey, you want to know
who did it?

Reckon I'll figure it out.

Anyone read this?

"To Sir With Loathing"?
Bad title.

It's all there...
two friends - both writers.

One's a success,
the other a failure.

Moves to a small town and gets
a job as an English teacher,

then has an affair
with a 16-year-old pupil.

I mean, that's got to be Hamish.

It is.

Rudd sends a coded message

outing Hamish
as a sexual predator,

so Hamish bumps off Rudd
to protect his dirty secret.

You've been googling,
haven't you?

Mm.
It's all in the book.

And on the Internet.

Hamish left his last job
under a cloud.

He was having sex
with a teenager.

Oh, Jesus.

So... it all fits.

Like a glove.

I did wonder that night,
the way he was with Lindy.

And at the school yesterday,
she came into his room.

Scuttled off pretty quickly
when she saw I was with him.

Yeah.
Talk to her again.

And revisit the mother.
She must have noticed something.

I'll push Hamish,
see how far I can get.

Are you involved
with Lindy Morris?

You mean sexually?

- Yes.
- Absolutely not.

But you have previously had
affairs with pupils?

Not affairs, plural.
One affair.

And she was an ex-pupil.
I was very careful about that.

Nonetheless, you lost your job.

I resigned.
It was my decision.

Following complaints
to the board.

All right.

I could see where the parents
were coming from.

It did blur the lines.

I was 30.
She was 18.

She had left school.
The relationship was legal.

But I didn't fight
the objections.

I left.

Did the relationship continue?

A few months,
and then she ended it.

Met a younger guy.

A job came up here, and I
thought, "Great. Fresh start."

Did you declare all this
to your employers?

I'd be a mug to try and hide it,
wouldn't I?

I explained the circumstances.

Did Jack Rudd know about this?

Yeah.
Yeah, I told him.

And he put it in a book.

"To Sir With Loathing."

Terrible title.

How'd you feel about that?

Unsurprised.
Jack steals from everyone.

That's who he is.

He did more than steal.
He was defaming you.

Yes.

Said I was a serial abuser

and a borderline psycho
predator.

Jack likes to juice things up.

I don't prey on teenage girls.

Do you take anyone else
to book club or just Lindy?

Lindy can write.

Teachers like me who care

always hope they can find
that person,

that needle in the haystack,

the one that makes this graft
all worthwhile.

Lindy's that girl.

I would never, ever mess
with her.

Her mum would break my legs.

No way would Hamish do anything
like that.

Well, I hate to say it,

but it is often the people that
seem the most trustworthy...

youth workers, teachers.

Yeah.
Okay.

But I've got a pretty good radar
for that sort of thing.

Being a single mum, you have to.

So you don't have any concerns
about Hamish?

Yeah.
I said that.

Look, you're barking up
the wrong tree.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about a couple of items

that have gone missing
from here, would you?

What's this about?

Well, I'm just wondering if
you've moved anything around...

personal items.

Far out.

Whenever anything goes missing,

everyone always blames
the cleaner.

Well, there's no sign
of a break-in,

but there were definitely things
missing.

So I'm just wondering how many
people have the access code.

Well, you've got it.
Plus I gave it to Maxine.

She didn't want me
hanging around,

but she was pretty keen
on popping in,

topping up the champagne bucket,
changing the sheets.

She comes across all classy,
but, man,

she was gagging for it.

I enjoyed Rudd's books as
an insight into his character.

Oh?
What did you find?

That he likes using people,
playing with their lives.

Isn't that what writers do?

Did you know that Hamish Drake
had ambitions to be a writer?

Not everyone achieves
their dreams.

Those who can do.
Those who can't teach.

- Isn't that what they say?
- Is he a good teacher?

How would I know?
He's a good customer.

He never misses book club.

Does he usually come alone?

Not anymore.

He always brings the girl
with him.

She sits there,
silent as a clam.

Only opens her mouth
to eat the supper.

I've been wondering
why she comes.

But I suppose it's a good way

of throwing her mother
off the scent.

Oh?

Well, it sounds innocent,
doesn't it?

It's a good cover.

Cover for what?

Whatever a teacher and his pupil
feel like doing

outside school hours, Detective.

Sorry to interrupt, Maxine.
I've come for my plate.

Your plate?

With all the brouhaha the other
evening, I left without it.

It'll be in the kitchen.

I hope so.

I spotted the two of them
in his car down by the estuary.

He'd taken a bit of trouble
not to be seen.

They weren't taking in the view.
Put it that way.

Was there any sexual contact?

Not that I could see.
It was more...

I found it.

Good.

It was the body language.

There was something
between them.

Was this the first time
you noticed it?

Yes, but I wasn't looking for it
before.

This stuff goes on all the time
under people's noses,

in broad daylight,
and no one sees it.

Detective Shepherd?

Call me Mike, please.

Hamish has his reputation
to maintain.

He boarded with me
when he first came here,

and a nicer chap
you couldn't meet.

Did he tell you
why he came to Brokenwood?

That business about the girl?

There was nothing in it.

With respect,
you don't know that.

If you want my two cents' worth,

Maxine's making mischief to draw
attention away from herself.

Did she mention to you what
took place outside that night?

The night of the murder?

She was having quite a, uh,
contretemps with that man Rudd.

We were in the kitchen,
heating the savories

when she suddenly took off.

We didn't have many pairs
of hands,

but we soldiered on,
Lindy and I.

A few minutes later,

I was taking the kitchen
tidy bag out to the bin...

Please!

And the pair of them
were in the courtyard,

going at it hammer and tongs.

I didn't pay for you
to come here and tomcat around

with every small-town tramp
that caught your eye!

Oh, so you wanted
exclusive rights?!

I wanted you.

That doesn't make you unusual.

But I'm not looking
to tie myself down.

And even if I was,

it wouldn't be with someone
like you, Maxine.

He was most unpleasant to her.

Savage.

You didn't think about coming
forward with this earlier?

No.
I'm not one to gossip.

But I don't like what she's
implying about Hamish.

And if she didn't tell you
about what happened,

well, you need to ask yourself
why.

Kristin.

I need you to come down
to the bookshop.

Yeah. We need to put the heat
on Maxine.

I'm beginning to think
you're wasting my time.

The feeling's mutual.

I've been extremely cooperative.

Mm, but not entirely truthful.

I beg your pardon.

We've been told
you had heated words

just minutes before Jack Rudd
was killed.

Told by whom?

An eyewitness who could quote
at length,

talking about
how he wouldn't want to be with

"someone like you."

It was very insulting.

From a man you've been
more than generous to.

He was giving out
all the signals.

He was a skilled player.

I was hardly out of my league.

Were you hoping to marry him?

I wanted to share his life.

And he said he wanted that too.

You must have been disappointed.

So, after this exchange,
what did you do?

I came back inside.

Where exactly?

The bookshop.
You were there.

Oops. Taxi.

Well, I'd only just arrived,

and barely two minutes later,
Jack Rudd was found dead.

Which suggests that
a slightly longer time elapsed

between your argument
and Rudd's death.

Does it?

Well, think about it.
You argue.

He goes inside.
You follow.

He goes upstairs.
You go into the bookshop.

Almost immediately, Petra leaves
the bookshop and finds the body.

How does that add up?

Or is it possible you didn't
go back into the bookshop?

Is it possible you went
somewhere else?

Think carefully about
what you did, where you were,

and who saw you.

I was very upset.

I went to the bathroom.
I needed to do my face.

- Upstairs or downstairs?
- Downstairs.

How long were you in there?

Maybe 10 minutes.

I needed to take everything off
and start again.

It's quite a business.

Can anyone verify this?

There was no one with me.

Why would there be?

What about when you came out?

There was someone waiting.

I-I came out,
and they slipped in.

You didn't see who it was?

I didn't make eye contact.

I was only
just holding it together.

And so that's when you came out
into the bookshop?

That's right.

So at the time Jack Rudd
was murdered on your premises

with your knife,
you can't prove where you were?

I've just told you.

There's no witness.

You knew the layout of
the building, you had a weapon,

you had motive,
and as far as we know,

you're the last person
to see Jack Rudd alive.

Petra found him.

She found him dead.

Petra had no reason
to stab him in the back.

He didn't betray her.

Did you kill Jack Rudd?

I want you to leave.

I will not be answering any more
questions without my lawyer.

We have motive, opportunity,
and a weapon.

But no physical evidence
or witnesses.

And in a Jack Rudd
murder, there's always a twist.

Yeah. It's not
stacking up for me either.

Maxine is the woman spurned.

She spent big bucks on this guy.

Yeah. Big bucks to you or me,
but not to rich people like her.

Fifty K, a hundred K...
They don't miss it.

Okay. Pieces on the board.
Let's walk it through.

Here's our man.

And here's Maxine.

Let's assume
she's telling the truth

and she's in the downstairs
toilet, fixing her lippy.

Meanwhile, uh, Kristin, Gina,
and Jared arrive and see...

Um...

Reverend Greene,
Mrs. Marlowe,

K.L. Carnaby, Maxine,
and Petra.

That leaves...

Hamish and Lindy.

According to Mrs. Marlowe,
Lindy was helping with supper.

But Mrs. Marlowe left
the kitchen.

Yeah.
Well, what did Lindy do then?

So at this point,
as far as we know,

the last person to see
Jack Rudd alive was Maxine.

Or...

That's heavy.

What state was she in
when you talked to her?

Numb.
Shocked.

As you would be.

Almost catatonic.
I mean, I just thought...

How old is she?

Sixteen.

We won't bring Maxine in yet.

What about Lindy?

We'll talk to her
in the morning.

Still fond of a good pinot noir?

What are you doing, Petra?

I want to talk to you.

That's all kinds of wrong.

You're a suspect in
an active murder investigation.

But you know I didn't do it.

Besides, can't a woman drop in
on her ex?

I thought you didn't want
the gossip?

For you, I'll risk
the reputational damage.

Grab a glass, then.

Attaboy.

So, are you getting close?

Can't talk shop with you.

Come on.
Just a hint.

I'm getting married next week.

I can't afford to have
a murder rap hanging over me.

Next week?
Why the rush?

Why wait?

It's not as if there's
a better offer.

Besides, how was I to know

the book club was gonna
turn into a bloodbath?

Just saying.
Maybe you should postpone.

The cheesemaker
would be suspicious.

He'd want to know why.

Tell him you need more time.

But I don't.

I'm tired of being alone.

I like arms around me.

So I don't want
any late-stage revelations

about me and Jack Rudd.

At this point,
you're not in danger of arrest.

Thank you.

But things change.
People hide things.

So I'm not making any promises.

Yeah.
About that.

There is one tiny little thing
that I didn't tell you.

Why do you do this, Petra?

It's nothing bad.
I just...

I took something
from Jack's place.

- Personal items?
- No.

This.

Some wannabe writer
gave it to Jack.

We started reading it.

I got hooked.

I just wanted to find out
what happened.

But I don't want it coming back
to bite me, so take it.

It looks like
an interesting read.

It's pretty fruity.

- Since you're here...
- Mm-hmm?

I've got a few questions.

About?

Book club. Supper break.
Where you were.

In the bookshop.

All the time?

I did pop out for a wazz.

Upstairs or downstairs?

Both.

I tried downstairs,
but someone was locked in.

I knocked,
but they weren't budging.

Leave me alone.

Do you know who it was?

Mm, female.

Sounded a bit like
they'd been crying.

Maxine?

She was in the shop
falling over her high heels.

Anyway, I went upstairs,
and then...

A woman crying.

Yeah.

Like a country song.

Huh.

You know... you could talk me
out of this wedding

if you wanted to.

There's something between us.

It's called history.

Good night, Petra.

Any overnight brainwaves?

We're getting warmer.

Best you lead this one out,
okay?

Told you everything.

It's actually Lindy
we're here to see.

We have a few questions
about book club, Lindy.

How long have you been going?

Uh, just this year, with Hamish.

You like it?

Are you a reader?

Anything she can get
her hands on.

English is my best thing.

It's the only thing I like
at school.

And, um, Hamish is your teacher?

He's the best teacher
I've ever had.

He knows a lot about writing,

and he says I've really got
something.

He reckons the best way to
improve your style is to read,

and he lends me a lot of stuff.

And at book club,
I like meeting the writers.

Mm. Were you excited
to meet Jack Rudd?

Well, I like crime writing,
and he's good.

I've got his audiobooks.
Have you heard those?

Yes.
He reads very well.

He brings it alive.

I listen to them in bed.

It's like he's there in the room
with you.

I didn't know that.

I have them on quiet.

Uh, so, did you talk to him
at the reading?

We got there early
so I could get a book signed.

Mm.
So you had a conversation?

Not really.

- Thank you.
- There we go, lovely.

Um, can you sign my book?

Yeah.
Sure.

Name?

Lindy Morris.

Um, can you say...

There you go.

Next.

He wrote things
for other people.

I saw him.

But he didn't ask me
if I wanted anything.

He just went...
and he shoved it at me.

And then he went, "Next."

And then what happened?

Well, there was a queue,
so I just took the book.

And then the reading started,
and then there was supper.

Mrs. Marlowe said
that you helped with that.

She used to be my babysitter.

She never charged me.

Heart of gold.

So you were in the kitchen?

- Then I took some food out.
- Into the bookshop?

Passing it 'round.

Was Jack there?

He was being really nice
to everyone.

I thought maybe he was nervous
before,

and I wanted to say
something to him.

So I went over.

No, thank you.

It's so amazing to meet you.

I've got to go.

Wait. I just want to
ask you something.

Whatever you've been told,
it's not true.

- I just... I...
- Get away from me.

What did you want to ask him?

Tell them.

If he was my dad.

- That's enough.
- I'm sorry it's upsetting.

I've got to get to work, and
Lindy's got to get to school.

Oh, um, I can drop her there
if you like.

Did I do something wrong?

Oh, no, love.

What a jerk.

In front of everyone.

Are you sure
about him being her father?

Hundred percent.

How old were you?

Twenty-two.
Worked in the varsity café.

He used to come in all the time,
put stuff on the tab.

He never paid.

So I'd put money in,
cross him out of the book.

What a sucker.

But he was...

Well, you know what he was.

I knew I was gonna get
my heart broken,

but I didn't know
I was gonna get up the duff.

Did you tell him?

Yeah.
And he went...

Default setting.
Don't want to know.

I couldn't prove it.

So he went off to Sydney,
and... that was that.

No contact, no child support.

It must've been hard.

I cleaned a lot of toilets.

But who cares?

Lindy's the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

Shame her dad's such a prick.

I always wondered
if it was true.

'Cause I-I don't look like him.

Maybe it was just something
she said.

Like a fairy tale or something.

He looked at me like I was...

something he wanted to wipe off
his shoe.

I felt like nothing.

I just wanted to hide.

I went to the bathroom,
but someone was in there,

and I waited ages
before she came out.

Who was it?

The bookshop lady.

She had way too much makeup on.

I locked myself in the toilet.

I didn't know what to do.

I thought everything Mum told me
was a lie.

Did you see Jack Rudd
when he was here?

Why bother?

He made it clear
he didn't want to know me.

But you let Lindy go
to the reading?

I didn't want to.

I knew it wouldn't end well.

We had a full-on fight,
but there was no stopping her.

There's no point, Lindy.

I just want to ask him!

He won't admit it!
He never has!

But if he sees me,
if I'm standing right there...

It won't make any difference!

You don't know that.

I did know.

I thought, "He's gonna slam her
down and kick her in the guts."

It's who he is.

Uh, what did you do?

Drank a bottle of wine
pretty fast.

It's kind of blurry after that.

- So you were at home?
- Yep.

By yourself?

Why?

It would just be helpful
if someone could confirm it.

Believe me or don't believe me.
I don't care.

Um, thanks for the lift.

Um, Lindy,
while you were in the bathroom,

did anyone knock on the door?

Um, I don't remember.
Why?

Well, take a minute.

I don't know.
Sorry.

The mum's
an interesting prospect.

Mm-hmm.
And it clears one thing up.

She took the watch
and the shaver?

She had access.

She has a motive...
in taking the shaver at least.

To get DNA.

That would eat away at you,

someone denying your child
was theirs.

So, what if she had the results
to the DNA test?

It's a positive.

But no one in the bookshop
saw her.

I mean, what are the odds?

The building is a rabbit warren,
so it's risky,

but she's got
a hell of a motive.

Okay.

She's got the results,
proof on Rudd,

- and thinking about the will...
- Everything to next of kin.

Which now includes Lindy.

- She wants to confront him.
- Okay.

So Toni goes
straight in the front door.

- Uh-huh.
- I'm inside.

No one sees her.

How else could she have got in?

By coming 'round the back.

It's a much safer option.

Back door's not locked.

Yeah, because Maxine wouldn't
have bothered about that

with the state she was in.

Or...

But why would you bother
if the door's open?

Either way, it's possible.

So Toni gets in, she finds Jack,
she confronts him.

He denies it,
but she's got the proof.

He doesn't care.

He dares her to take him
to court.

He's got deep pockets.
She won't win.

He walks away.

She sees the knife.
It's a split-second thing.

It works.

Well, yeah,
but only with the DNA results.

What now?

We have a warrant
to search these premises.

Are you kidding?

Afraid not.

I don't have time for this.

Won't be long.
They know what they're doing.

Check out the kitchen.

Holland, come with me.

Yeah. Okay.
I took them.

While you were cleaning?

No.
I was still setting up.

I was there when he arrived.

Whew!

Hang those up.

Wow.

He didn't even look at my face.

I was just a servant.

I felt like garbage.

I didn't even touch his clothes.
I just walked out.

I couldn't drive.
It wasn't safe.

So I pulled off the road.

I wasn't thinking anything.
There wasn't a plan.

And then I saw them.

I knew what was going down.

She was gonna get
what she wanted.

So was I.

When I got pregnant,
you couldn't get these results

unless you were a cop
or something.

Now you can get them online...

24 hours if you pay
the express fee.

It was a match.
Of course I knew it would be.

But to see it was...

I wanted him to know
I didn't lie.

I wanted him to look at me.

You broke in here
and stole my DNA?!

I didn't break in.
I have a key.

- I could have you charged.
- Is that all you care about?

It's entrapment!

Jack, you have a child!

- It won't stand up in court.
- Her name is Lindy.

Just get out!

Here she is... your daughter.

She's nothing.
You're nothing.

Now, are you gonna go,
or am I gonna call the cops?

He didn't want to know
his own flesh and blood.

When was this
that you showed him the results?

The day he died.

And that night,
after you fought with Lindy,

did you stay at home
or did you go looking for Jack?

Why would I want to see
that prick again?

She already lied more than once.

Yeah. She said she didn't
take the razor. She did.

She said she never saw Rudd
while he was here. She did.

So she could be lying
about this too.

Yeah, but how is that possible?

I mean, how could she be coming
and going without somebody...

Hold the bus.

When you were at the bookshop

the night Jack Rudd
was murdered,

did you see anyone
on the street?

Why do you ask?

Just yes or no.

Yes.

I just stepped out,
and I saw this woman,

and I noticed her
'cause she was...

Well, she was a very attractive
wahine.

What was she doing?

Walking toward me.

And can you give us
a description?

Do you want me to say
that she's hot?

Well, if she was, then... sure.

No, I'm not gonna say that.
That's just demeaning.

And no, it was more meaningful
than that.

- Jared, we need...
- No. Seriously.

She was walking toward me,
like the girl from Ipanema.

She was tall and tan
and all of that,

and I was thinking
this could lead to somewhere

other than Ipanema.

Preferably somewhere local,
you know?

And then?

Well, then this van backed out
and just about bowled her over.

Did you see who was driving?

No.
Didn't stop.

- But it was a-a white van?
- Aren't they all?

This is important.

Yeah. Yeah.
It was white.

With some kind of logo.

Green writing?

Yeah.
Something... Something "fresh"?

Oh, it turns out
she wasn't from Ipanema

but my cousin from Hamilton.

Which was a bit gutting, really.

Toni, we need you to answer
a few more questions.

I'm working.
Move your vehicle.

You need to come down
to the station now.

- Or what?
- Or we'll arrest you.

I've had enough of you people.

You've lied to us three times.

We know you were at the bookshop
the night of the murder.

Says who?

An eyewitness has you
driving away from the scene

in this van.

Mum?

You're not really gonna put the
cuffs on me in front of my kid?

We don't need to cuff you.
You could just get in the car.

What's happening, Mum?

It's your choice, Toni.

You'd be wise to cooperate.

I'm just gonna go and answer
a few questions, hon.

I'll be back in a minute.

- I can stay here with her.
- Whatever.

Don't talk to her.

No!
She didn't kill him!

Zip it.

Is there anything you've told us

that you want to change?

Yeah. Okay.
I did go out that night.

I went to the shop.

What time?

I don't know.
After I drank the wine.

I was just so wild.

Thinking about my baby.

I was ready to shame,
march in there and show him up.

I got there, and I saw his face.

I knew she had this fantasy
that he'd see her and he'd know

and it would all be roses.

She'd have a dad at last,
like everyone else.

I couldn't do it.

I knew he'd deny it...

humiliate my girl...

take away her dream.

Um, is there anyone I can call,
someone you'd like to be with?

No.

Uh, Mrs. Marlowe, maybe?

I just want Mum.

Is she going to jail?

Uh... not at this point.

But she might?

Uh, well, it's too early to say.

She didn't kill him.

I know she wanted to,
but she didn't.

It's okay.

You don't have to say anything,
Lindy.

It wasn't her.

It was me.

What's up?

Um... we've got a situation.

Lindy's confessed.

- To murder?
- Yeah.

I've got her next door.

That doesn't feel right.

Well, it could be.

No one remembers her going
into the bathroom or coming out.

She's unaccounted for.

Toni, could you join us?

In your own time, Lindy.

I did it.
I killed him.

He wouldn't talk to me,
and I was angry with him.

So I went after him.

He went up the stairs, and
a lady came out of the bathroom,

and so I went in and I hid there
till she was gone.

And then I came out,
and I went up the stairs,

and I stabbed him
with the knife.

No, no.

What did the knife look like,
Lindy?

Big.

Could you show us how big?

Lindy is indicating

approximately 30
to 40 centimeters.

Correct?

Yes.

Was there much blood?

Yes, but not on me.

I want to stop this.

No!
Don't.

Love, you can't.

Leave me alone.
Just leave me alone.

I think we should take a break,
Lindy.

We've got your confession.
It's all in there. It's safe.

Why don't you have a moment
with your mum?

She's got the size of the knife
wrong.

The amount of blood is wrong.
Everything's wrong.

She's protecting her mum.

Take them home.

Are we arresting Toni?

No. She came voluntarily,
and we're not charging her.

Why not?

Well, it's just a hunch.
Take them home.

Uh, but watch the house.

Thanks for coming in.

Do you know this voice?

Leave me alone.

Just leave me alone.

That's who I heard.

In the downstairs bathroom?

Yeah.
Right before I found Jack.

And there were little noises...

indistinct, like...
like crying...

And then...

Leave me alone.

You're positive?

It's the same person.

What's the boss playing at?

Oh, I don't know.
He's not sharing.

What do you think?

Oh, definitely the mum,
but Lindy's covering.

- Ah. Mr. Pervy.
- Mm.

Mike, they've got a visitor.

The English teacher?

Yeah.

Still with the limp?

Um, affirmative.

- Do we go in?
- No. Sit tight.

Got one more thing
I want to try.

Uh, Mike, there's no "I"
in team.

- What's going on?
- It's called backstory.

Uh...

- Mike stuff.
- Mm-hmm.

Nah.

Ah.

Hi.
Yeah. I need a ladder.

Now, I'm not curious,

but, uh, Kristin would like
to know what you're up to.

Testing a hypothesis.

And I think it holds.

It's a bit nippy out.
Can I come in?

Is this about Lindy?

Yeah.

Toni called me.

I've just been 'round there.
She's beside herself.

Have you known Toni long?

How do you mean?

I mean when did you
first meet her?

How far back do you go?

To university.

She told us she worked
in the café.

Yeah.
She had pink hair back then.

I didn't have the guts
to talk to her.

Jack didn't have that problem.

You liked her?

Hm.
But she wasn't looking at me.

Then, after a couple of months,
she wasn't there anymore.

Did you know what had happened?

The first I knew about it
was when I moved here.

I-I was boarding
at Mrs. Marlowe's place,

and Toni was living next door...
with Lindy.

And that's when Toni told you?

I couldn't believe it.

I mean, it was completely
in character,

but what an idiot...

to turn your back on that,
to deny it.

Was there any doubt
in your mind?

No.

The timing made complete sense.

You should've seen her
when she knew Jack was coming.

You should see him,
Toni, confront him.

There's no point.
He won't admit it.

He's got a moral duty.

He doesn't know the meaning
of that word.

But think.

I know how hard you work,
but it is tough.

And Lindy is smart.

She should go to university,
and he should pay for it.

I know.

But he won't.

So make him.
Get the proof.

I didn't think
she would, but she did it.

And he still denied it.

Said he would fight her
every inch of the way.

It was disgusting.

What about Lindy?
Did she know about any of this?

A couple of days
before the reading,

at the end of school...

I'm gonna meet my dad!

Can you believe it?

I had to get her out of there.
It wasn't the place to talk.

You can't shut the door
if you're in a classroom

with a student anymore,
and with my history,

I didn't want any gossip.

I took her to the estuary.

Do you think he'll know me,
like instantly just feel it?

Don't get your hopes up, Lindy.

Why?
Is it not true?

No, no.
I'm... I'm sure it is, but...

What?

You don't know how he'll react.

But he'll want me, won't he?

I had this awful feeling
about it,

but I didn't want to trash
her dreams.

And then on the night,
he was brutal.

Whatever you've been told,
it's not true.

He just rubbed her out
and walked away.

It tore my heart out.

- How could you do that?
- She's not my kid.

Toni showed me the test results.

Deluded slag.

Why can't you do the right thing
for once?

Acknowledge your own child
and be a man.

Oh, like you know what that is.

The also-ran.
The nobody.

This is not about me.

No, nothing's about you, mate.
What are you?

You're an English teacher
in a shitty little town.

You have no life, no story.

You're a loser.
I'm out of here.

It's quite high, that roof.

There was no other way.
I jumped.

It hurt like hell,
but I could walk... just.

And there was no one around.
It... It was surreal.

I can vouch for that.

Hey.
Um, I'm gonna shoot through.

Oh, no.
He's reading again after supper.

Oh, I'm good.
I reckon he's a bit overrated.

Give me Jane Austen any day.

Everybody was chatting
and eating, and...

and then...

What did you think would happen?

I had no idea.

I mean, none of it was planned.
I was just...

waiting, I guess.

But I never thought Lindy
would take the rap,

and I couldn't let that happen.

It would wreck her life.

And Toni's.

I'll have to arrest you, Hamish.

I'll come quietly.

There it is...
the title for my memoirs.

Uh, Mike, I've got Toni
out here.

Uh, we're finished. Come in.

What have you done?

What about...
what about your job?

What about it?

I'll never teach again.
I know that.

It's not fair.

No.
It's okay.

I did the crime.
It's on me.

I'll come and see you.

That's all I want.

Jack was an idiot.

And he was wrong.

I've got a story.

And now I've got the time
to write it.

Hats off to you, boss.
You got the confession.

We got the confession.

Oh, come on.
It was you.

It was backstory,
plus character.

You know, in a strange way,
he is a decent guy.

Yeah. I take back
the "Mr. Pervy" stuff.

- Nice place for a wedding.
- Mm.

I'm still surprised
you got an invite.

We're adults.
No hard feelings.

You sure it's okay, bringing me?

Well, the invite did say
"and partner."

Yeah, but not "work partner."

Is that the cheesemaker?

Looks like it.

- Back in a tick.
- Okay.

This came into my possession.

I thought you might
want it back.

My manuscript?

Great plotting.
Distinctive tone.

You should get it published.

Oh, I'm... I'm very grateful.

Oh.
Congratulations, mate.

Best of luck.

I hope he knows
what he's in for.

Well, maybe they'll make it.

Maybe it's third time a charm.

Underneath it all, you're quite
a romantic, aren't you?

It's the triumph of hope
over experience.

You got to love it.

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today...