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ANAIS: I was made to take six weeks leave and attend counselling.

- It's really good to have you back. - It's great to be back.

- Anais. - Do you feel like a drink?

Yeah, that sounds great.

The Maja Staunton case ― we leave it to Kincaid.

- Clear? - Clear.

There's still no developments.

I'm just asking you for your insights, Doctor.

This isn't just about Maja Staunton, is it?

I know who killed my sister. What I don't know, what I need to know is why.

Sometimes when you solve one thing, you get answers about another.

(SCREAMS)

I'm looking for a gift for a friend.

If I text you a picture of something, can you see if I can source it locally?

Sure. No probs.

You can't be in here.

Maybe lock your bloody door.

I did.

(CLAP CLAP RIOT'S 'TWO TRACK')

♪ Dangerous atmosphere,

♪ running down a motorway.

♪ Now I don't have time to breathe,

♪ I'm jumping in right away.

♪ When I tend to neglect

♪ that I'm someone else's man,

♪ put a chain on my neck

♪ cos you know I might just forget.

♪ I've got a two-track, two-track mind,

♪ I've got a two-track, two-track mind.

♪ It's my Jekyll and it's my Hyde.

♪ I've got a two-track, two-track mind.

♪ It's my Jekyll and it's my Hyde.

♪ I've got a two-track, two-track mind.

(BIKER YELPS)

(BIKER YELPS)

(BIKER WHIMPERS, SCREAMS)

(SCREAM ECHOES)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(SPOKES CLICK, WHIRR)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(CLICKING SLOWS, STOPS)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(JAUNTY WESTERN MUSIC)

(WOMAN VOCALISES)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

- You here to evict me? - I'll need to pack.

Can I come in?

OK. Last week, I shouldn't have spat the dummy and kicked you out.

OK? I was thrown, finding you there in the lodge in that room.

I've been officially barred from investigating Maja's death.

And then you're there.

And then to realise that somebody else is there, that they've been there, inside,

and that there's somebody here in Queenstown who knows what I've been doing,

who is threatening me, who is most likely the person that killed her,

I just freaked out.

And you swore at me.

Yes. And I swore at you.

And told me to keep my mouth shut, if I recall.

Yes.

So...

Yeah.

Oh, I thought maybe an apology.

Yes. I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

OK.

My turn.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. I shouldn't have gone up there, but I did, and I have kept my mouth shut, but I―

I cannot unsee what I saw, you know.

So I know what you're doing, and you are nuts.

But look, this is a big house. You can house sit with me. Here.

You know, you'll be safer here, and I can help you.

- No. You can't. - What?

You already asked me to before,

- with your 'looking for a present for a friend' line. - Yeah, look, I shouldn't have don

I bet you followed up on that little bird cage yourself anyway, didn't you? Well, so did

You can only buy them online. Shipped in from France.

So we have got no bloody hope of finding out who bought it.

Listen, I'm sorry, Kylie, but there's no 'we'.

- No, no, no, no. - We've already done the apology bit.

Listen, I'm not dumb.

You can't talk to your cop mates. They can't help you.

So just tell me what's going on.

You don't want to get involved in this, believe me.

OK? That birdcage was left as a warning for me.

It had a bird in it with its throat cut.

- Bloody hell. - But I think that means I'm close.

I can stop this.

(SIGHS) Well, it sounds to me like even more reason for menotto stay out of it, don't you

(LOCK CLICKS)

MAN: We make slow runs down the tracks early.

Do any final checks for any falling debris, branches or whatever before we open up the tracks f

And then I spotted something weird on my way down.

What, you can see down here from that trail?

No, I mean, not clearly.

It's a bit of a scramble, but that's when I saw it.

I mean...

the body and, uh...

down in the trees.

I want you to go over the details with Sergeant Rata while I take a look.

Ash, right?

Ashton.

Ash. Yeah.

Weaver.

Not the way you want to start a day.

All right. Let's start with your schedule. We need to be clear about timing.

Tibor, I'm gonna take a look.

Well, I'm not sure you're wearing the right shoes.

Looks aren't everything.

Ask my wife.

- Simon. - (GRUNTS)

Ooh. You all right?

- Yeah. - Sorry. I got held up.

No. It's fine.

I was in the office when it came in.

Your desk needed tidying again.

You're getting it back, though. Kincaid's headed back down south again today.

Oh.

Oh.

Wow.

It's amazing that's still intact.

- Sponsor's logos on it. - He's a pro.

Or she.

Bit hard to tell.

Long way out.

Must have been travelling at top speed when they went over the cliff

and then broke through the canopy and landed here.

(SIGHS) All right, Tenzing, let's keep climbing.

Ooh...

Hey, I got a better idea.

And I can bring you up to speed on the way.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

See, you can hook your bikes on the side.

Yeah. Or there's a transporter that can drive groups up.

Either way, you got to get back down again.

- Or walk. - (SIGHS)

What did Ash Weaver say about the track?

Trail. Not part of the official track system.

Only hardcore locals use it.

Sounded like it's got a bit of a reputation.

'The Route of All Evil.'

Who comes up with these names?

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

- Oh― Oh. - Oh!

- You all right? - Yep.

- Yep. I'm fine. - LAUGHS: OK.

It's easier on a bike.

Apart from if you're a downhill trail runner ― those guys can go.

You should get a pair of these.

- Nah. No point. - Don't hike. Don't bike.

Two wheels and I are natural enemies.

As far as I'm concerned, mountains are best for looking at.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

Ugh. Fuck.

- (GROANS) - You all right?

Yeah. (GRUNTS)

Hang on, Simon.

The cliff's that way.

(SCOFFS)

Wow, look.

Wow. They were really travelling.

(BIKER YELPS)

Ugh!

- Bloody hell! - Sheesh.

(GRUNTS) Damn it.

(SIGHS)

Why?

Why do people do this for fun?

- (ROCKS CLATTER) - Oof. Why, indeed?

You'd have to be nuts to come down here,

even if you were an adrenaline junkie.

Unless you were being chased.

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Why go off piste?

It seems extreme, even for a pro.

Yeah, I don't know. (PANTS)

BREATHLESSLY: Yeah. I mean, the sign's visible enough.

(PANTS)

Hang on.

Look.

That's been rotated 180 and back again.

HOANA: So, definitely not an accident then?

No. Definitely not.

Someone repointed a track marker.

Channelled them to the left, down the steep slope.

Brakes gave out, and they―

She. Poor thing.

Looks like it happened only a few hours ago.

Core temperature.

Tibor thinks she hit that tree around dawn.

That's not long before the clearing crew guy found her. What's his name?

Ashton Weaver. Ash.

They had to do a maintenance check under the lights last night

till about 5am, which narrows the timeframe.

Oh. Behind your back.

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

So what was she doing on that trail, at dawn, all by herself?

I'll ask Mr Weaver if he's got any ideas.

It could be he's still in shock, but he seems nervous to me.

Mr Weaver?

It's a bloody shame, eh?

She's off to the morgue, and I've got you an ID, too.

Well, spotted the sponsor stickers and knew straight away.

She's famous.

- Oh, yeah? - How famous is famous these days?

- World Circuit famous. - Check out her socials.

Yeah, she does freestyle too.

I want to thank my team and my fans and my family.

And I love you all. You guys make it possible.

I was hoping that she would tank it again.

I'll get you next time, Matti!

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE ON VIDEO)

She's a mountain biking rockstar.

Aussie. Matilda Brunning, but everyone just calls her Matti.

Well, who's this Tyler character?

- (CLICKS TONGUE) - Are you for real, Simon?

Teagan Tyler. TT.

- I don't know. - Oh, yeah, OK.

Nah. She's a superstar too.

OK? Gun downhiller. A Kiwi from Wanaka.

They're good friends, too. Well, off the track, at least.

Down here for a World Champs next week.

Poor kid, eh? And off the cliff like that?

(LYNNE SCREAMS)

- Anais. - Yeah?

- You OK? - Yeah, yeah.

Just, um...

sad.

She's so young.

All right, I will head to the morgue, see what comes up in the preliminary.

And why don't you guys find TT, see what you can find out for me?

Sure.

Ah, before you make me call every hotel in town.

I do have one great possibility for a lead.

♪ You are scaring me right now.

♪ I don't wanna hang out with you.

♪ I'm just your sacrificial lamb.

♪ Suck my blood, you apex predator.

(ENERGETIC ROCK MUSIC)

(SPECTATORS WHOOP)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

♪ The words you say

♪ send shivers down my spine.

♪ The kind that makes me want to run away and hide. ♪

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)

Cool. Hey.

- TT, can I get a photo? - Of course.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)

Hey, TT! Sorry. Sorry.

TT! (LAUGHS)

Oh, you― you nailed those landings.

I saw your latest post too. Those airs? Epic.

Um, do you reckon you can mark me up again?

- Yeah, of course. - Auditioning for number one fan?

Yeah.

Fa'afetai. Thank you. Dope!

- Uh, Teagan Tyler? - I wonder if I can―

Yeah, sure. Got a pen?

Uh, he wasn't after an autograph.

- Detective Delaney. - I'm after information.

Ah. Oh.

OK. Uh. Let's see.

Where was I on the night of the 13th?

(INHALES EXAGGERATEDLY, COUGHS) (ONLOOKERS LAUGH)

Oops, I can't remember. (COUGHS)

Very good. All right, let's move on, everybody.

Time to break it up. Thank you.

Information about what, Detective Delaney?

- Do you know Matti Brunning? - Yeah.

- Are you close to Miss Brunning? - She's like my sis, so, yeah.

- Aren't you two rivals? - Pro Circuit's hardcore.

We've got each other's... backs.

- She OK? - I'm afraid not.

(HAUNTING MUSIC)

(ENGINE REVS GENTLY, STOPS)

Kylie, you can't keep calling me like this, OK? I'm at work.

Yeah, I'm working too.

Hey, I managed to talk to a bunch of people.

Don't worry. I'm writing everything down so I don't forget. We can talk through it tonight at t

- Kylie― - It's cool.

K― I found your mum's spare key.

I will let myself in and lock the door.

- See you there. - Kylie.

(SCOFFS)

So this is all preliminary stuff, of course, but already pretty clear she didn't die upon

Anjali, can we please have the branch?

Uh, branch manager, eh? (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

So― So she hit the tree hard.

Momentum snaps the end of this branch, and it impales her.

And I reckon she died from blood loss and shock.

Hopefully she was unconscious.

She would have been in terrible pain.

Yeah, hopefully.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

Was she wearing this?

- Yes. - Yeah. Old fashioned girl, maybe.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

What?

That's interesting.

Most bikers wear smartwatches to time runs, track biometrics...

trail runners, too.

Well, that one won't be much use now.

No, no, it is to us.

6.10.

The clearing crew didn't finish till an hour earlier,

so this is a pretty good bet for precise time of death.

SIMON: We do have to ask you to keep this confidential for now.

We don't want to release her name until we've informed next of kin.

What happened?

Uh... She took a wrong turn.

Lost control. Went over a cliff.

Bullshit.

Nah, Matti was a gun rider.

She never lost control, regardless of terrain.

Accident, brake failure?

Nah. We're a week out from a big comp.

We keep our bikes in peak condition.

- Uh, when did you arrive? - KID WHISPERS: It's TT. - Uh, about―

Hi.

- Here you go. Thank you. - Thank you.

Um, about three days ago.

Not exactly welcomed with open arms, either.

Why is that?

You know, we got a bit of a fan base that kind of follow us around, make a lot of noise.

What? People have been getting annoyed?

Not the locals. It's―

It's mainly the old biker-trail runner shit-fight.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - What's your bloody problem?

See? Definitely not gonna bother me for autographs.

Well, even though you've racked up an impressive record in the Worlds?

- Not too shabby. - Yeah, Matti's hot on my heels.

Was hot on my heels. Bloody hell. I can't believe it.

Hey, what is the whole biker-runner shit-fight exactly?

Is he serious?

A lot of downhill trail runners, they got no time for bikers, man.

They reckon we're, like, trashing the tracks like environmental vandals.

Some shit. We reckon they just love getting in our way.

Oh, we had a real go with one of them yesterday.

- Poncey dude. - What kind of a go?

Oh, you know, shit-fight about zero.

We'd done some selfies with the lifties before we took up half the hill.

It was sparrow fart, not Grand Central. So we were bombing the Tail.

We were pinned. And there's this dude, got bloody DOMS or something, jamming us.

Matty has to bail, almost OTBs. Her mullet snags this dude.

He jacks in the box and then― (MIMICS EXPLOSION) All on.

Yard sale.

I've got no idea what you just said.

(SIGHS) The lift operator was taking selfies with them.

They got up top early.

It wasn't busy, so they were going for it on Devil's Tail.

They were in a tight group when suddenly there was a trail runner

stopped with delayed onset muscle soreness or something.

Anyway, he was blocking the trail.

Matti he had to ditch her bike, nearly went over the handlebars,

but her bike completely took him out.

Kind of like road rage, but on bikes.

Wow. Now you speak foreign languages?

So, what was said?

- Bloody mountain bikers! - This is a shared trail.

- Hey, man. I'm sorry. - You're all the same.

You're just bombing into people, breaking their legs.

- WOMAN: Marcus! - Nah, you stopped in front of me, friend. I nearly just endo-ed,

and I'm the one apologising.

- Bloody menace, all of you! - Marcus, just let it go!

Yeah. Chill, man, hey? She said sorry.

I don't want an apology.

I want you lunatics off the bloody mountain!

You know, the only time you can go really fast is when you're out of bloody control!

This...!

This is control.

The only reason she clipped you is cos you bloody stopped, mate!

Arsehole!

- You know who this guy was? - No idea.

We actually saw them again yesterday at a bar.

And they were still badmouthing us.

We were just doing selfies with fans and shit, you know?

OK, well, we'll try and locate them.

We need to put together Matti's movements, last night in particular, but, um, we'll be in to

- OK. - Thanks.

Thank you.

Hey, Jarrod,

can you get a description of the gentleman they had a run-in with?

- What, me? - Yeah. Why not?

Time to start stepping up.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

Can I just get a few more details?

HARRY V/O: I was with Veronica all night.

LENA: We had Ken to deal with in the wheelchair.

KYLIE: I didn't see anything till that bloody kid screamed.

- KID: I found the lady. - It was so scary.

SAM: Oh, I wasn't even there; I was hunting.

Hey, I thought you were heading off again.

Yeah, I am. The desk is yours.

- Something breaking down south? - (CHUCKLES)

Lots of final eliminations of people at the scene.

Nothing on the positive side.

Your cases were generally everyday Joe-Blow murders, yeah?

You ever dealt with a professional?

You know, someone who doesn't leave trails, traces?

Cos this ― this has all the hallmarks of a professional.

The question is, why would a successful small town businesswoman

be the target of a professional killer?

Your case, your question.

But maybe Queenstown's not as small as you think it is.

JARROD: Everybody's talking about Matti.

Some being pretty unpleasant about it all, but fans are really upset.

- Like, ready to punch heads. - SHARON: Hm. Just what we need.

Well, people don't usually kill each other over their recreational preferences,

so let's focus on Matti's movements.

Anyone with an axe to grind?

Well, what say we take some uniforms, do a canvass?

She's pretty well known. Between us, we should be able to put her movements together.

Great idea. - And while we're at it, - we can run Jarrod's description

of a trail runner that might be of interest.

50's, tall, thinning hair.

Could may still be wearing the tight-ass yellow DH-Plus gear.

DH-Plus is?

- Oh, um, Downhill Plus. - It's a brand.

Slick. Armour, knee pads, clothing...

Farewell, my fellow sleuths.

Ah, like MacArthur, though, I shall return.

- Thank God for helicopters, eh? - Hey, you lost the mo. What―

Yeah. Raewyn. Said it tickled her face when I kiss her.

OK.

OK. Anything else?

Yes. We have a pretty solid marker to precise time of death.

Her smashed watch. 6.10am.

All right, so she headed up there sometime after five.

Was killed at 6.10. Found at 6.30.

Geez, that's not much time for someone to get back up there,

change the marker back and get down again.

No. And if she was killed before the quad or transporter was running, how did she get up t

Especially with her bike.

Good point. And the bike itself is interesting.

I got Jarrod to do a bit more trawling through Matti's socials.

Yep. Yep. Here you go.

Lovely, Jarrod.

No! No, um, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh― oh, no. I'm just, um―

Oh, God.

- MEEKLY: Sorry, team. - We good?

Here it is.

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE ON VIDEO)

- That's last year. - This is this year.

OK. Impressive jumps. So?

So check out the kit and the mullet.

That means bike, boss.

Thanks for the translation, Jarrod.

So last year, those sponsors.

This year, half of them are missing.

Guess who's picking them up?

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE ON VIDEO)

Thanks a lot.

Uh, I'm too fresh to be a GOAT,

but this gear's certainly the greatest of all time.

(LAUGHS)

Matti Brunning.

They were rivals on the track and commercially.

Yeah, she's outgunning TT in the sponsorship department.

Could have taken her number one spot, too, if she'd been on form.

All right. Sounds like we should be tracking Tyler's movements, too.

On it.

Uh, contact details for the girls parents in Tasmania.

Not the news anyone wants.

No.

All right. Let's get this canvass happening.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(SOFT POP MUSIC PLAYS)

Si! Here about the hunting trip?

We were just talking about that this morning. You boys deserve some fun.

Sam's got heaps of stuff he can lend you. Crossbow, sights, the works.

- Great, uh, but, uh, no. - I'm here in an official capacity.

We're trying to put together this woman's movements.

I understand there was a promo event here yesterday.

- Matti Brunning? Uh, yeah. - She was here all afternoon.

- What's happened? - She passed away this morning.

But, um, that's not for public consumption.

- What happened to her? - Oh, that's what we're trying to figure out.

- So it was a promo event, yeah? - Yeah, yeah. Pre-World Champs hype.

The place was pretty packed.

Tell him.

You've got to tell him.

Uh, there was a bit of a stoush.

Hey, TT!

MARCUS: No, but when you're coming down that path― - Sorry, bro.

Watch what you're damn well going.

Whoa! Look, it's the Downhill Plus racer.

This is the bomber I told you about, Todd.

Sounds like you need to learn how to share.

You're OK. It's safe.

You don't go anywhere near the A-trail, right?

- Look at my gear. - You can pay to get that clean.

Hey, ease up, mate, it'll come out.

It's probably what they mean by a splash of tonic, eh?

Wait for it. Cue whinging.

You need to learn some manners.

Whoa! Get that walking stick out of my face, grandpa.

Grandpa?

Bet it's the only pole that he can get up.

That's too far.

YELLS: That's too far!

- It's his wife I feel sorry for. - Don't bring me into this.

Whoa, hey. Hey, guys.

Let's just all take a step back and count to 10, all right?

What kind of professionals are you? Letting down your fans?

Sponsors? Do you have any shame?

So that was the end of it, do you think?

I don't think so.

One of my delivery guys just saw them...

Sparks are flying again now.

(WHOOPING)

Oh, you got no idea about personal space,

you know, she's a product of this mob mentality!

This is about respect. And this does not intimidate me!

Respect? You diss her in front of her fans! You pommy wanker!

Let's all try to keep it constructive, shall we?

She's a witch. You both are.

How dare you trash talk the dead?

She's what?

She went up the mountain this morning.

Never came down.

Um, how― how do you mean?

God. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

- That's terrible. - Condolences.

Fuck off!

Please, just fuck right off.

OK, come on.

SIMON: TT.

- What was all that about? - He's the dude who got at Matti.

Yeah, I gathered that.

Don't you think it might have been sensible to call us instead of getting into another fight

He started it, and Matti's only just―

OK. Yeah, I lost it. Arrest me.

OK, well, why don't I try and have a rational conversation with them instead,

while I organise for you to have a chat to my colleagues.

I'm assuming you've had enough time to think about how things played out last night.

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

HOANA: OK, well, I'll send Jarrod over to meet her and bring her over here.

No, it's just a walk away. What, two minutes.

OK. Bye.

All right. Where were we?

I told you. I didn't see that girl last night,

or this dude in orange you're on about.

So tell me about the clearing crew.

You said they were back here by 5am, but you weren't?

Yeah, a couple of newbies. They left the lighting rig at the top of the gondola.

So I whizzed up in the transporter, brought them back down.

And when you got back after you'd called it in,

all the other transporters were here?

Who keeps the keys?

Oh, we keep those in a lockbox.

Key to that's kept in the rec room in a coffee mug.

Ah. Smart (!)

Almost as good as putting it under the doormat.

Yeah, well, beats the hell out of having to remember a code.

True that.

So no other machines were operated after 5am apart from yours?

No, not as far as I could see.

And the gondola, it hadn't been running?

Shit, no, no, I would have seen.

Oh. OK, if you can think of anything else, let us know. Thanks.

(YELLING, APPLAUSE)

It's a dual-use track.

But they all get bunched up and they can't slow down.

They wipe out the foot traffic. There's just no control.

- They're cowboys, all of them. - It's really about etiquette.

OK, but if they're training for the Worlds, don't they get first dibs?

Uh, no, they don't own the mountain.

I've seen some videos of their runs.

- They look pretty accomplished. - Yeah, in a filmed setup.

It's a controlled environment. No care for trail runners acquired.

Were you injured when Matti Brunning knocked you down, Mr Letherton?

No. He wasn't.

Luckily.

But I was pissed off.

Yeah. How pissed off?

Marcus Letherton is a good guy.

All right? He's not gonna kill the kid over some stupid accident.

(CHUFFS) If every trail runner who had issues with bikers killed one

every time something happened, the whole track would be strewn with dead bodies.

I never touched her, not even when she bombed me.

I just gave her a mouthful, I took off and I never saw her again.

Oh, well, that's not strictly true, darling.

No, it's not, is it? You did see her again later that day at Gintopia.

And there was another argument.

Because they don't reserve their (YELLS) rudeness just for the hill!

They crossed a line, we responded.

I mean, that doesn't make any of us suspects.

Well, we're looking at anyone with a connection, and that still includes y'all.

So if you can please tell me where you're staying,

then we can get in touch again when we need to, yeah?

- Um, it's the Alpinex. - It's at the base of the mountain.

And you, sir...

are welcome any time.

TT: So, that's my training schedule.

Every minute accounted for over the last week.

And where Matti was too, as far as I know.

Times as well. Very thorough.

And of course, nobody knows where anybody was once everyone was in bed.

That's if they were alone, eh?

On Matti's list here, this time, 8pm, there's a question mark.

Yeah. Uh, a bunch of us were having a recovery session.

Cold plunge, infrared sauna.

But Matti left.

Yeah. Her roommate said she showed up at the accom around 9.30,

and then she went to bed. Last time they saw her.

Right. So this time is unaccounted for.

Did she usually go to bed early?

If she was in a comp, yeah.

Otherwise, she's like a 1, 2 in the morning kind of girl.

And what was her mood like?

OK. Still a bit bummed that we had shit heaped on us, but...

- OK. Thank you. - This is very helpful.

If you have anything else to add, please feel free to share.

You guys reckon she was killed on purpose, right?

We're keeping an open mind.

- Hey, TT, that old watch Matti wore. - What was with that?

She wore it for luck.

I guess it didn't work, eh?

You guys know where to find me.

How are we going with times?

Yeah, got the same hour and a half when Matti went AWOL.

Nothing did on the cameras in town, but we're still making our way through the footage.

OK, well, we keep going with the canvass.

See what that turns up.

And let's follow up on TT's sponsors, too.

I found our DH-Plus guy and his wife. Name's Marcus Letherton.

If there was an anti-bikers club, he would be the president, I reckon.

This is where he's staying.

(NOTIFICATIONS PING)

Family share!

Yeah, Sam showed me how to do that.

How'd it go with the girl's parents, Anais?

They are on Aussie time, so I...

I will call them now.

Yeah. Let's split up, eh? We'll try some more vox pops, Jarrod. Come on.

(BROODING MUSIC)

Yeah, well, you have my contact details.

You call me any time.

We're so sorry for your loss.

Hey. Don't do that.

You might need it to...

steer with.

Not like you forgetting to make a call like that.

Mate, what have you got going on?

Was it that obvious?

(SIGHS) I wish I knew―

JARROD: Hey, guys.

Got something useful.

This is Manaia Fifita.

Tell them what you told me, bro.

Malo. I saw Matti leaving the recovery zone last night on her bike.

That's kind of where all the pro bikers hang out.

It's down by the Caxton pub.

- What time? - Uh, five past 8.

It's very specific.

Yeah, it's cos I just finished a FaceTime call with my cousin Apia.

He's the only other Samoan that's into biking.

Uh, do you know where Matti went after that?

Um, yeah, it was down by this, um, like, that big resort.

It's on the hillside next to the lake.

Um. Alpine something.

- Alpinex? - Yeah.

It's a long way from the Caxton.

No, no, I wasn't― I wasn't following her. I was just riding my bike.

Right. And she was in front of you on her bike.

Yeah. Um, just going for a ride along the riverside.

Then I went back to the pub.

OK, well, Jarrod, you've got contact details.

- Fa'afetai. - Thank you.

Yeah. He seemed nervous,

so I told him we'd be checking cameras and he opened up.

(EXHALES) Think I'm getting too good at this, eh?

Yeah. Very slick.

OK, Simon and I will head to Alpinex.

You guys check Caxton's CCTV. See if it confirms things.

We'll get on it. And we should finish that conversation sometime.

Yeah.

- Conversation? - Nothing. Car. Pub.

Hey, uh, thanks, Manaia.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

MARCUS: She wasn't here.

SIMON: We have a witness who says she was.

Well, then he or she was mistaken.

TODD: Or lying.

Or maybe that Brunning girl wanted to finish the argument, but chickened out and left?

Well, perhaps you should speak to this so-called witness of yours.

Mrs Letherton. - Oh, darling, don't ask me, - I can't help.

I wasn't back till after 10, but I suppose if Marcus says she wasn't here, then she wasn't

Where were you?

I was in a hot tub with a couple of girlfriends, and I can prove it.

I've got photos if you're keen to see.

Gail.

Uh, just the names will do.

- What about at 5am? - Where were you then?

Uh, in bed with my husband.

Asleep.

Boringly asleep.

And neither of you got up?

- No. - How would I know? I was asleep.

- What about you, Mr Lawson? - Oh, I was bungee jumping.

(LAUGHS)

Where do you think I was? I was in bed, too. We had a big day, so...

So I hear.

And you were alone?

Sadly, yeah.

Slim pickings this trip.

(SIGHS) Well, someone's lying.

- Manaia Fifita's a big fan. - Why would he?

- Stalker, maybe. - He was always hanging around,

according to TT's notes and our own inquiries.

So, what, fan gets the cold shoulder and kills her?

Yeah. Doesn't gel.

Maybe he's just causing trouble for the Lethertons

and getting his own back cos they dissed his idols.

- Bloody menace, all of you! - Marcus!

Well, if he is telling the truth, Letherton and his American mate have to be lying

Or it could all be irrelevant and was someone else entirely.

Mm. TT is still in the mix.

Maintaining a number one world ranking is a pretty compelling motive.

Look, there are plenty of contacts to explore in the morning.

You all better get some rest.

Hey, boss, is Kincaid coming back again?

Who knows? That man is frickin' annoying.

- Weird how he keeps disappearing. - Yeah.

- Whole set-up's weird. - Like they don't wanna solve it.

Oh! Damn it. I gotta pick up Shelby soon from the midwifery course.

- Hey, um, see ya. - 'Wiff-ery'!

OK. Night, then. See you bright and early.

Yeah.

Hey, um, this investigation into Maja's death,

it will get there, you know, in the end.

Yeah, I hope so.

- Night, Hoana. - Ka kite.

- You off too? - Uh, no.

I just want to go over these notes for a bit.

Our conversation before ―

I'll tell you what I know.

I know you haven't spent the last six weeks sitting on your hands doing nothing about Maja's

Even if you were told to leave it to Kincaid.

And I know you haven't given up on it now that you're back, either.

So...

when you feel like you can talk to someone,

I think you'll find people are more than happy to listen.

We all need somebody, Anais.

Po marie.

(SHIFTY MUSIC)

(LOCK CLATTERS)

(FILES RATTLE)

(PHOTOCOPIER WHIRRS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CRIES, SNIFFS)

God, bloody onions!

(SNIFFS) Ugh!

Oh!

Oh, shit.

No!

Oh, no.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

JARROD: Hey, I'll see you at the restaurant. I love you.

Anais!

- (GASPS, SIGHS) Oh, Cody. - Are you stalking me?

No, quite the opposite.

I didn't want to hassle you up at your place again.

I also didn't want to give up on the idea of seeing you either.

So I was just going to drop this at the front desk.

What is it?

A polite and wickedly charming invitation to dinner.

Your call, your time. I'll wait.

If you do happen to say yes, I should say, um,

I'd rather it wasn't like our last arrangement.

I'd prefer, like, a dinner or something.

Walk around the lake. See where it takes us.

Cody, I― - ...need some time to think about it.

That's cool. That's fine.

Um, take all the time you need, and have a good night.

See you.

(SIGHS)

(GLITCHY MUSIC PLAYS FROM HOUSE)

(SINISTER MUSIC)

What are you doing here?

(STRANGER YELLS INDISTINCTLY)

OK. Jesus. Excuse me!

(YELLS)

MARCUS: Hello? Who's out there?

Todd, go around the side!

(GENTLE, UNEASY MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Hiya! Got some of my famous spag bol cooking.

I found some of your wine.

It was pretty old, but I chucked some in.

Tastes all right.

Great.

- You don't eat properly. - I can tell.

Oh, I've got something to show you.

Oh, yeah. I'm inviting myself for a sleepover.

- Where's Mum's car? - Round the back.

Yeah, I parked it around there. Careful, eh? Secret squirrel.

She rang, by the way. Said she'd call you back.

You answered the phone here? Kylie!

Relax. I told her I was doing some cleaning for you.

Oh, yeah. You should have told me you put a padlock on the door.

It took me for bloody ever to unscrew it.

Yeah, there's a really good reason why I put a padlock on the door.

- It's OK. I managed. - We'll put it back later.

We'll burr the screw heads this time, yeah?

Anyway, kaboom!

I got Merv Pouring to put up some security cameras.

Merv Pouring? Kylie!

Oh, yeah. He's a drunk, but he's harmless.

- I ordered some cameras already. - They're on their way.

Well, now, you don't have to wait, do ya?

Don't worry about Merv. I'll put the hard word on him.

Lips zipped. He's not gonna say anything about this set up.

I do think maybe these cameras fell off the back of a truck.

- Kylie! - But you got a good deal.

And don't worry, I paid him. Write it down. You can pay me back.

So, let's eat so I can tell you what I found out.

- Come on. - Uh―

(SLURPS)

You were right.

You've been boxing with both hands tied behind your back.

But I can talk to the kinds of people who usually clam up

the second they hear the word 'cop'.

Now, from what I've seen on that wall up there,

you've got a fair bit of it pretty well mapped out.

- Apart from some gaps. - Yes.

That is always the job ― filling in those gaps.

Right. So I've been talking, discreetly,

to the kinds of people who usually remember things best of all ― people on the ground.

And?

And I reckon I might have found a way of filling in some of your gaps.

Now, you said that Maja kept an apartment here when she took off to Europe,

and she paid a cleaner to look after it.

I've started tracking her down.

She'll know something about where she went.

How would she know that?

Because we never get paid in advance, do we? (SLURPS)

Oh, fuck. Right in my eye.

(WATER RUSHES)

(BIRD SQUAWKS)

- Mum, hi. - Darling. How are you?

Oh, I'm sorry; I've woken you up, haven't I? Did I get the time wrong?

No, no, no, no, no, I was up.

Um. Oh, it's nice to hear from you.

Oh, it's nice to hear your voice, too.

- How have you been? Where are you? - Well, sailing, of course.

France is marvellous. Harry just loves it here.

Right.

Well, um, your house is being well looked after.

- Yes, I know. - Did manage to speak to Kylie again.

- What a lovely young woman. - She is.

Her father, the Reverend Shorrock, sounds like a character.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure he is.

Hey, do you know when you're coming home, Mum?

What was that, darling?

VOICE GLITCHES: Anais?

- Mum? - Anais?

Hello?

(CALL DROPS)

(SIGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Heard you clomping around. - Oh my God.

You got an idea or something?

Just something I can't get out of my head.

Reverend Shorrock.

Ah, you spoke to your mum.

I just, you know, I just thought, you know, she might feel

a bit more confident if it was someone from her own...

you know, what's it, looking after the place.

What, I can sound posh.

That's a nice photo.

Yeah, that colour doesn't suit you, by the way, just for next time.

Noted.

So you reckon Lynne and Maja's death are connected?

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Hello?

Right.

Yeah. I can't talk just now, but I'll see you there. Bye.

Is that about the dead biker girl?

You can talk in front of me. We're in this together, mate.

We're like Starsky and Hutch.

Kylie. - I'd be Starsky, obviously, - because of my hair.

Hey, is it true that she got, like, fully impaled on a branch?

- What a way to go. - Hey, Kylie, this is not a game.

OK? These are real people with real lives.

- Well, I thought that we were, you know, in this together. - No, no, no, no.

There's no we. OK?

This is―

It's too much.

Yeah. Right. I should be― I should probably get going.

I don't want to be late for my real work cleaning toilets.

Kylie...

Shame it's all concrete pavers and wood.

No footprints.

Yeah.

It's a shame they didn't call it in earlier, either.

- Is he taking her to the hospital? - I guess.

Anyway, it looks like we've got all we can here.

- Let's go knock on some doors, eh? - Yeah.

Hey, um, Sarge,

um, something I need to show you.

Anais was doing some photocopying last night.

She didn't know I was there.

She dropped this.

- Right. - This stays between me and you.

You don't even have to tell Anais you saw, OK?

OK.

But what's― - It's nothing you need to be across, Jarrod.

Just let it go before you stir up some shit.

Um, OK. Sure. But―

Look, if the time comes, I'll explain.

For now, door knock. Yeah?

Hey, what do we got?

We got a call from the hospital this morning.

Gail Letherton rushed into ICU at around midnight.

Fell over by the pool. Massive head injuries.

Given her connection to the Matti Brunning case, we're following up.

And I found this by the photocopy machine this morning.

I, uh...

don't know what to say.

Yeah, I know you're looking for answers, but you need to be more careful, yeah?

- You OK? - Yeah, yeah.

Nothing a second coffee won't fix.

- Ash Weaver's coming in. - He says he's got information.

Why don't you take him while I cover the hospital?

I've got Ash. I've already got a feel for his vibe.

You two head off to the hospital.

- It's a tough case, Anais. - Young woman goes over a cliff.

- Is there anything I can do? - Uh. I'm OK. Thanks.

(LYNNE SCREAMS, CRIES)

Hey, Simon, can...

can you give me a couple of hours?

- I'll ring when I need ya. - Thanks.

MARCUS: Well, they've had to put her into an induced coma because of a brain bleed.

This whole thing's getting out of hand.

She didn't fall by that pool. She was pushed.

- What makes you so sure of that? - We saw the bastard running away!

OK, look. Take me through what happened.

Gail got a call from a girlfriend about 9pm,

and then she said she had to go out for a while.

I was getting in more firewood, and I heard her scream.

I came out, too, and then I saw some guy running away.

- Did you get a look at her? - No. It's the usual story.

Medium height. Medium build. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium.

But you're sure it was a man?

No, but I put money on it as one of those damn groupies.

And we heard someone outside earlier, right? A noise?

Thought it could have been a dog, but it could have been someone sneaking about

OK, we'll get on it.

Why didn't you call the police when all this happened?

We were taking my wife to the hospital.

Of course, of course.

Please let us know if your wife's condition changes, OK?

She might be able to tell us more.

And we're going to need her mobile number as well.

Whatever you need. We appreciate everything you're doing, detective.

Mr Weaver, you've got some information for us about Matti Brunning?

Yeah, about the whole thing.

That woman that someone put in the hospital, that's really got people going.

- She's staying up at Alpinex, right? - Yes. And how did you know that?

I did some moonlighting for a mate and delivered a bunch of his firewood there

- when they arrived. - And?

And, um, so I was out last night, late.

We went for a bite to eat.

I was just below their place, and I heard this scream, right?

Then, about 30 seconds later, there's this guy comes running past.

Well, did you get a look at his face?

Yeah, a good one. I saw you guys talking to the same dude yesterday.

What? I wasn't even there.

Well, well, at least you know, not last night, OK?

And why would I even want to hurt her anyway?

That's what we're trying to find out.

OK. The Lethertons disrespected Matti and TT.

- No, no, it wasn't the woman. - It was her husband.

OK? And he bagged TT even more.

Well, the Lethertons are similar in size.

She had her husband's parka on, it was dark. Mistaken identity.

It wasn't me.

I was at Beppo's. That's where I'm staying.

What were you doing there at 9pm?

And don't say sleeping.

As if, brother, OK?

That place is party central.

- Yeah, we've been to a few. - In an official capacity.

Time for another visit.

- GEORGE: What do you want me for? - This is harassment.

One minor misdemeanour.

JARROD: Which scored you community service.

Jarrod.

We're not interested in you, this time, Mr Sterling.

- We're looking for this young man. - Oh, what's he done?

Bloody backpackers. Fuck!

Oh, if you'd answer the question, it'd help us find out what he's done.

Thank you, Constable.

George, last night around 9pm.

All right. 9pm. Give us a look.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, sure. He was here.

He was teaching everyone the fa'ataupati.

The Samoan slap dance.

I joined in. I got quite good at it, actually.

Choo! Choo!

Oh, no, you're cooked.

Fa'ataupati.

It's fun.

He was going hard till about midnight.

Right. Well, uh... Thank you, George, you've been very helpful.

- You have a nice day. - You too.

Jarrod.

OK. Thanks, Hoana.

Uh, no, but if you guys can find TT, though, we need to have a chat.

See ya.

Manaia Fifita's alibi stacks up.

He was partying with George Sterling.

Gross. No accounting for taste.

So why would Ash Weaver lie about seeing him?

What's Anais' take?

She's percolating.

- Where is she, anyway? - Haven't seen her all morning.

Uh, she's just following up on some leads.

You know how it is.

- Mochaccino. - Seven marshmallows.

- You'll like it. - Thanks.

Look, I'm sorry about earlier.

I just got a bit...

But I do understand where the boundaries are.

K? I just―

I really want to help.

Please.

Are you sure?

Hell, yeah.

So, what's going on up in there?

Kincaid is trying to link Maja's murder to Luke Staunton's drug operation, but I think he's

I think it's bigger than that.

And the answers have to be in her world.

Right.

So maybe something in those gaps we talked about.

Exactly.

Mm. Shouldn't you be at work?

Ugh. I took the morning off.

Not on my game. I need to clear my head.

Mate, you need a reset.

Big time.

(SCREAMS)

(YELLS)

Oh my God! Kylie!

Works, though, eh?

Oh my God!

(BOTH LAUGH)

Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

I hope you've got a towel!

Uh, yeah. Phone records for the last month.

Gail Elizabeth Letherton.

OK. Thank you.

- Here you go, mate. - As promised. Everything but boots.

Hey, thanks. Uh, mate, you're not meant to be in here.

Nah. Big boss cleared it with the front desk.

- You came in specially to― - No, I just finished a good ride

and needed to pop in and see Sharon.

Got some info on this research project out of Europe. For Ken.

Look, uh, she probably won't tell you guys, but they think it's FOB Munchmeyers.

Yeah. It's this rare thing where your muscles and tendons turn to bone.

Anyway, try the gear on for size, eh?

I will. Thanks, Sam.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

OK, I'll head straight over.

Hey. Forensics just in.

Info on the bike. Matti's brakes were tampered with.

- And that was the hospital. - Gail Letherton's dead.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

The police are here.

You want me to deal with them?

Mr Letherton, I'm very sorry for your loss.

Please leave me alone.

Is there any way we could do this later?

I understand this is a difficult time, but the sooner we get on to this, the sooner we solve

Absolutely. Yeah. Whatever you need.

(SOBS)

Then she had a massive seizure, and they tried, but there was nothing they could do.

- How can I help? - We just need to clarify some things.

Um, so you were getting in firewood When Mrs Letherton fell?

- Yeah. That's right. - It was a cool night.

Um, did you see her fall?

Uh, no. I heard her scream.

I came running around the corner of the lodge, and she was on the ground already.

And someone was running away?

Yes. Yeah. If that's all, then I gotta get going.

Did you actually see this person running away?

Because I've been to the lodge. I've seen photos.

There are thick bushes near that corner.

How could you see anyone?

- I told you what I know. - I need to get back.

And you saw Mr Letherton come out of the lodge.

- Look, I get it. I'm a suspect. - Just put me on the list, OK?

Right now I got a friend who needs me. You know where I'll be.

Gail Letherton could have slipped, or either of them could have pushed her.

Yeah. But why?

Domestic? Cheating?

Reckon they're a throuple?

Oh, it's so complicated.

Nah, Shelby's more than enough for me, eh?

(NOTIFICATION PINGS)

Call logs from Gail's mobile came through.

Someone's been caught lying again.

Oh, let me guess.

Afternoon, detectives.

Ash.

It's OK. You can relax. It's all over.

We're here to take you in for questioning about a murder.

I didn't kill that kid.

Maybe not. But you did kill Gail Letherton.

Haven't you heard? She died this morning.

No, no, no. Don't even think about it.

- You all right? - Hey.

Lorraine Koolman. Here you go. Number's on there.

Took a bit of digging. Yeah, it was years ago.

- She's still around, though? - Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

I tried to call, but it went straight to voicemail.

- Well, I'll give her a try. Thanks. - She an old friend, or something?

- An acquaintance. Yeah. - I'm a cleaner, too.

I just thought she might have some tips about jobs going.

Oh, I can give you some work here.

Yeah. I'm a, you know, very considerate employer.

I, um... (CLEARS THROAT) know how to look after people.

Make it enjoyable, The work, too.

Your dryers are shit.

MAN: Oi! George!

Sorry.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

JARROD: You want me to be good cop or bad cop?

I got this.

Silent cop. (LAUGHS) Genius.

I can pace around in the background.

Give him the mean stare-down.

Yeah, I'll freak him out.

Yeah. Make him spill the beans.

So, that's what you guys do, eh? I can do that for you.

Morning. What have we got?

Gail Letherton died this morning.

Yeah, I heard it come through on the radio.

Ash Weaver's in room one.

OK. What's all this?

Uh, I'll fill you in later.

Hey. Thanks for all your help today, Jarrod.

You're really stepping up, mate.

- Thanks, Jarrod. - Oh, whatever you need.

Actually, yeah. If you could find somewhere to put all that, that'd be great.

I don't know anything about what happened to that woman.

There's no point in lying, Ash.

Your mobile number comes up and Gail Letherton's call log minutes before she was pushed.

Did you call her to get her outside so you could attack her?

No.

There are other calls, too. The night before Matti Brunning's death.

One from Gail Letherton to you and yours back to her.

What were those little chats about?

OK. She, um―

Are you charging me?

I gave you the number to my lawyer. I want her here. That's my right.

Yep. She's on her way; we're just asking some questions.

- Tell us about the keys. - Oh, yeah.

Simon, paint it for me.

Sure.

Sergeant Rata noted a lack of security with regard to the keys to all the machines.

Matti Brunning had to have had help getting up the mountain that early,

which is what Ash's previous calls were about ― the transporter.

No, no.

- Yeah, we can make that connection. - Jury popcorn. What's your hook?

- Look. How far off is my lawyer? - I'm not saying anything.

No, no, you don't need to.

I'm just running my thinking past Detective Mallory while we wait.

The hook? Easy. Ash lied to us about Manaia Fifita.

He has got a rock solid alibi for the time he claims he saw him.

Yes. It wasn't him running away from Alpinex.

- It was... - BOTH: Ash Weaver.

The lies he's told us become charges in and of themselves.

Obstructing an investigation, misleading police,

- providing false information. - In a murder investigation.

- What's the minimum? - There is no set minimum.

Oof.

And then there's murder.

We have enough circumstantial evidence to charge Ash with that.

Hook, line and sinker.

All right, Mr Weaver, we will make you a cup of tea

while you wait for your lawyer to discuss the murder charge.

Let's lock it in, Simon.

Wait.

Wait.

Look, I just wanted to make sure she wasn't gonna say anything.

You come outside or I'm coming in.

'I went to the house to talk to her.'

Fucking do it!

'Look, I don't know what she was on, but she wasn't having a bar of me.'

- What are you doing here? - You know what I'm doing here.

- My husband's inside. - Shut the fuck up!

(SLOW, EERIE MUSIC)

'She freaked out.'

Don't you bloody walk away from me.

(YELLS)

'She fell. It was an accident.'

And did you kill Matti Brunning?

No. But look, I've taken them up the hill early before

on snowmobiles in the ski season, to get pristine runs in.

- Who, Matti? - No!

Gail and her stupid husband.

I nearly got caught last time...

But I kind of made the keys of the transport available to her.

So why do you think Gail Letherton was taking a transporter

up the hill the very morning Matti Brunning was killed?

- Have you shown Mrs Letherton how to drive one of those? - No.

I haven't.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

Just make sure the bloody contact numbers are attached this time, all right?

Oh, Mallory.

Nice to see your happy, smiley face (!)

- Vernon, you're back again. - How was Invercargill?

It was brief. Wet. Very, very cold.

SCOTTISH ACCENT: Scotland would be proud. Och, aye.

Oh, by the way, I paid a visit to your ex-fiance Luke on my way back here.

He wasn't very forthcoming.

Especially when I suggested that his wife's murder was related to his own criminal shenanigan

Well, it's up to you to bark up that tree, Vernon, even if it is the wrong one.

I'm not touching Maja's case, as you know. Boss' orders.

Orders are to be interpreted, though, aren't they?

You're good at that, though, aren't you?

- Luke couldn't have done it. - He was busy being arrested by me.

You ever heard of a commissioned killing?

Hey, Sharon approved holding Ash Weaver for the night.

It's being processed now.

Oh, this is some top of the line stuff.

Yeah. Sam dropped it off to get me prepped for our hunting trip.

What― Why didn't he help you put it in the car?

- He just wandered in. - What? Into the office?

Yeah.

Sharon okayed it with the front desk.

They're family.

Of hers, maybe.

They're in our corner when it comes to Kincaid, OK?

They've been giving him heaps about his lack of progress.

But, yeah. Maybe you're right.

The boss should probably draw a line.

Mm.

Hey, thank you for today.

I owe you one.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SIGHS) Tits on a bull.

Oh, God.

(LOCK CLATTERS)

(PAPERS RUSTLE)

(TAKES PANICKED BREATHS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SIGHS BREATHLESSLY)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(PLANTS RUSTLE)

CODY: It's probably a bit late for dinner.

It's not a romantic walk, either.

OK.

It gives me something to look forward to.

(SPLASH!)

You didn't like that rock?

It's just a little ritual that I do every year on this day.

Anna died in these mountains eight years ago.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(DYNAMIC MUSIC)

JARROD: It happened overnight, apparently.

Big call, cancelling the World Champs.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Hey.

OK? Yep.

- There's always next year. - No, there's not.

I'm retiring at the end of the circuit.

That's tough.

Well, I'm afraid we're going to need you to stay in the area

until we figure out who's responsible.

Serious?

TT. Hey. TT.

Uh, I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

Is this it?

Oh! All right, this is― this is it.

This is...

This is― I mean, you're― you're like a complete legend to me.

You're always gonna be my number one. You're my GOAT.

You wanna hug it out? Yeah?

Thank you.

GOAT? - Greatest― - ...of all time.

Yeah, I know that one, mate. I'm not that out of touch.

This is my last chance to see her ride in person,

win the world title.

That stupid grudge match.

What stupid grudge match?

Those poncey dudes that lay down this challenge.

Bike versus trail runner down the Route of All Evil.

Fastest wins. Matti gives them a two minute head start.

That American guy, he was being real pushy about it.

TODD: All right. Pistols at dawn.

Settle this once and for all.

MATTI: Great.

I overheard them planning for the morning, so I decided I was going to go up.

What, you walked up the Route of All Evil?

Yeah. Yeah, I mean, I had to. You know, it's not TT's fault she's getting old, OK?

She needs all the help she can get.

Matti doesn't know the mountains, you know?

And it's her first time to Queenstown.

So she wouldn't have known that the arrow had been switched over.

I promise you, all I wanted was for her just to get lost just a little bit.

Maybe lose the grudge match. Just knock her confidence.

Cos we all know when that pommy rooster crows, man, he's not going to let her forget about

When Matti gets in her head, man, she starts tanking the big races.

And that's all I was hoping for officer, I promise you, OK?

I didn't mean to kill her, all right?

She should have been able to handle the terrain even without even sighting it first, m

What about the brakes? Did you tamper with him?

What? No, no, that doesn't matter, OK? This is my fault.

I'm a terrible person; you should lock me up, throw away the key and punish me.

Jarrod, can you take him down to the station while we figure out what to do with him?

Yeah.

Manaia, do you want to take a ride with me, man?

Yeah.

There's something off about all this. I'll meet you up there now.

TODD: Who's Ash Weaver?

He works on the mountain.

Clearing tracks, driving transporters.

He's met you all on previous visits.

He delivered some firewood for you this trip.

- Oh, that guy. - Why was he calling Gail?

That's a great question.

Maybe it had something to do with pistols at dawn.

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

Well, that's why you needed the transporter, right, Todd?

To get Marcus and Matti up the hill.

Todd, you own a PistenBully 600, right? For use on your ranch.

According to Colorado State DMV.

Yes. Why?

What on earth is a PistenBully?

- It's a snowplough. - Snow grooming machine.

If you can drive one of those, Ash Weaver's big transport would be a breeze.

Yeah, like the one Gail organised for you to get up the mountain the morning of Matti Brunnin

You did give her a ride, right?

Your wife paid Ash Weaver $200 to tell her how to get hold of the keys to a transporter.

After what happened to Matti, Ash put two and two together and he got scared.

(ASH GRUNTS)

It's Gail!

Gail.

$200?

Thank you. Detectives, it's...

it's good to have some closure.

Tell us about the race.

We have an eyewitness that puts Matti and her bike here the night before.

- That's all it was, was a race. - With a fair handicap.

I start. She tries to chase me down. Nobody was supposed to die.

It was an accident.

Look, I got to the bottom. I waited around. She didn't turn up.

She must have gotten disoriented or lost control.

- She didn't lose control. - Someone changed the track marker.

Sent her off in the wrong direction. - I had nothing to do with changing - anything.

And all I did was take them up there.

Oh, yeah. Sending Matti on a wild goose chase wasn't the issue.

Tampering with her brakes was.

- What brakes?! - I didn't touch the brakes.

I just wanted her to learn some humility, not kill the poor girl.

I swear on the Bible, I did not lay a hand on that bike.

No, I'm sure you didn't.

(OUTGOING CALL TONE)

Interesting tactic, walking out like that.

- Anais? - Hoana.

Bring in Ash Weaver, and then half an hour later,

come back and pick up Todd and Marcus.

And get Jarrod to pull everything we have on the Downhill Plus sponsorship.

- On it. - Thanks.

Time to squeeze the lemon.

Doesn't it seem strange to you, a pro like Matti Brunning,

week out from a big event, experiencing equipment failure?

Maybe she should have checked her gear, then.

People are responsible for themselves.

Noted.

Constable.

You might want to check out the paint chips near the rear brake.

As Marcus pointed out, it didn't quite make sense,

you killing Gail Letherton over 200 bucks and the keys to a transporter for a joyride.

And when she came to pay, she saw you with the bike.

(TOOL SCRAPES)

The race was on the down low.

Matti didn't want her coach to know, so she stashed her bike overnight.

Ample opportunity to tamper with the brakes.

You didn't have the right bike tools, so you improvised.

Jimmied it enough so she wouldn't notice at the start of her ride,

knowing full well they'd burn out halfway through.

Over she goes.

Nice story.

Yep. Search warrant turned this up.

Paint chips are a match.

He paid me to do it.

You honestly think I'd get involved in killing someone

over a little push and shove? A splashed drink?

No, we don't.

According to the company's register, you recently became the major investor of Downhill Pl

Doing business is not a crime.

No, it's a way to write off your lifestyle.

These junkets you love so much become tax deductible,

which is handy, considering you mortgaged your ranch to the hilt.

The only problem is TT is tied into a long-term contract with Downhill Plus.

She's a vet. Her ranking's starting to slip. She's losing her reach.

That's not good bang for your buck, is it, mate?

Whereas Matti Brunning, on the other hand,

Well, now, she is a very sound investment.

You thought you were able to win her round.

Get her to jump ship. Come on over to Downhill Plus.

Plenty of TT's other sponsors have dropped her for Matti,

which is what all these legal wrangles are about.

I'll pay you double whatever they're paying you.

Dude, I'm just not interested.

It's not about the money for me. It's all about the ride.

ANAIS: Downhill Plus needs the exposure. You've over-capitalised.

TT needs a podium finish.

Televised coverage means millions of eyeballs on the winner, which equates to millions in sa

So you got rid of the competition.

- What are you saying? - What did you do?

I did not touch her bike.

No, you've said that.

Instead, you paid Ash Weaver to do it. $10,000.

We've got our people checking the ATM camera footage around town.

We've already got several sightings of you withdrawing large sums of money.

You fucking arsehole.

I didn't mean to kill her, all right?

If she had just gone down the right track, she would have gone off into the bush.

Broken arm, at best. Put her out of the world champs.

TT would have won. Gail was never supposed to―

My wife!

She's dead because of you!

Todd Lawson, you're under arrest for the manslaughter of Matilda Brunning.

(BIRDS CALL)

Dr Wedderburn?

Just, uh...

paying my respects.

It's a habit.

And the sheets folded back?

Yeah, I like to do that for them.

Don't like the idea of them being so, um...

absent.

Good night, Anjali.

Good night, Doctor.

- Good night, babe. - No, no, no, you take it easy.

I just ordered a drink, but I'll cut it short and come home soon.

No one seems to be celebrating this one anyway.

See you soon. Love you.

Here we go. House special.

Ooh-la-la. Thank you, Lena.

- Are you all alone tonight? - Yeah. Looks like it.

No Shelby, either. Just feeling a bit off.

Oh, well, when she comes good,

make sure you bring her down and show her the bar.

Yeah, well, the bar, bro, this is epic.

Hey.

- Oi! Where's mine? - Oh, I couldn't afford it.

(GROANS)

What's all that?

- Oh, Si, yes. - Finally, some decent footwear.

- Oh. Very smart. - Same as Sam's.

- Only the best. - Well, you're fully kitted out now.

There's a bunch of pigs and deer that better start getting worried, eh.

(LAUGHTER) Gin? Gin. All right.

OK, I'll be there.

Bye.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Nice work, detective. - You cracked it again.

(SIGHS) Thank you.

And, um...

thank you for having my back.

You don't have to thank me.

I just want to know if we're doing this or not.

I can't.

So you can tell me now, or you can tell me later.

I'm not giving up. We're family, right?

(SIGHS)

You're not gonna be happy.

Try me.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

- Got your message. - Glad you found my notes.

Shitballs.

Have you lost your frickin mind?

(MOODY MUSIC)

Actually, I reckon this is the sanest move she's made in the last couple of weeks.

- More the merrier, I say. - All right.

You probably got a few questions.

Well, there's no probably about it.

Uh, there's something I have to go and do. I'll be back shortly.

- What? - It'll help.

Kylie, you can bring Hoana up to speed.

I'm sure we've got a long night ahead of us.

- (CLEARS THROAT) - (SIGHS)

OK, Kylie, let's start from the very beginning.

Do you like Bolognese?

(MOODY MUSIC)

DR MEHRTENS: So what exactly do you expect from me, Anais?

I'm hoping you can give me some insight into the sort of person that would do something like t

I can't shake the feeling this is bigger than just Maja.

This...

This was quick and efficient, and in the absence of any sign of struggle, one would say unexp

Hopefully, therefore, not too painful.

Yes, it was well organised, well prepared and no signs of struggle.

So the knife was ready to go.

Yes, I think she trusted her killer.

That's what I've been thinking.

So, familiar, organised and cold blooded.

The... (CHUCKLES)

enjoyment comes later.

It's hedonistic in its way. There's pleasure in it.

What they call a psychosis presentation.

It's a display. It's audacious.

It's equal parts a demonstration of power and a challenge.

'See what I did? Catch me if you can.'

It's a game.

It's not something they're playing for the first time, Anais.

And it won't be the last.