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(TYRES SCREECH)

- NATE: His body is still my responsibility.

- So we get the body back and it never happened.

- SAM: They think it's FOP Munchmeyer's.

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

Ah, you keen on a bit of crossbow hunting?

Yeah. I can show you if you want. - Yeah? Yeah, I'll give it a go.

- Everything but boots.

- I'm gonna be a dad.

(GASP) Oh my God.

- Hey! - Sorry. Sorry.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

- ANAIS: What's this? - It's a motion activated camera.

It shows you, Detective, breaking into my filing cabinet in the middle of the night.

- I'm on a deadline.

- HOANA: We need to feed that man some scraps.

- There's been some threats.

- See what I did? Catch me if you can. It's a game.

- KINCAID: Clock's ticking, Anais.

- SIMON: What is the matter with Anais?

- JARROD: That's what I wanna know.

- HOANA: Made an executive decision.

Look, are we all in this together?

- Yeah. Good to see you, too.

- All for one. - ALL: One for all.

- Whanau, eh? (CHUCKLES)

(GENTLE, SUSPENSEFUL PIANO MUSIC)

(MOVER WHIRRS)

(BICYCLE SPOKES WHIRR)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(PHONE CHIMES)

(MOWER WHIRRS)

(CLANG!)

(ELECTRICITY BOOMS)

- Little bastard.

(BOOM!)

(MOWER GLITCHES, WHIRRS)

- Patrick? (GASPS)

Patrick?

Patrick?

SCREAMS: No!

(CRIES)

(JAUNTY WESTERN MUSIC)

- KINCAID'S VOICE ECHOES: 'You give me everything you've got. Tell me exactly how you got

And then you walk away from the Maja Staunton case.

- (SIGHS) (PHONE CHIMES)

Hey, um, I'm just heading in, but can we meet by the lake in 20?

- Here we go. Packed lunch for the big, strong hunters.

- Oh, sorry, Lena. Thanks.

- Wakey wakey, Si. Jeez, you look tired.

- Yeah, work's been crazy.

- I'll get some coffees on the way.

Have you figured out how to cock that thing?

- Think so.

- Well, show me.

- All right.

- (LAUGHS) A pro.

And fit a bolt.

Ah. Excellent.

All right, then.

- No, Sam.

- Come on.

No, I know you've been practicing. Give us a go.

- Don't end up in ED before your trip is even started.

- Yeah, mate. Yeah. You know what?

Why not? I've fired this thing at least twice, so...

- Yeah, that's the spirit. And just try not to kill me, all right?

- Guys. - What could go wrong? Hold still.

- Guys!

Guys! (BOTH LAUGH)

- Ah, I'm not that stupid, Lena, I promise.

- Ha. We'll see you tonight, babe.

You and I are gonna go get ourselves a pig.

(JAUNTY MUSIC CONTINUES)

- KYLIE: Hang on, hang on. Lorraine, back up a bit.

So Maja accidentally misdirected a payment into your account?

Well, how much was that for?

Sorry, sorry. Just one sec. I gotta write this down.

Yeah.

- I'm sorry. Where is the body?

- He's here.

This is Patrick.

- Patrick?

- I named him after my ex-husband.

This Patrick doesn't complain about mowing the lawns.

- Dispatch thought it was an actual person who got shot.

I'll get on the phone with them and tell them this is a uniform matter.

- What is? - Just calling off the detective.

- What? Why?

There was still a shooting. Shots were fired.

- Yes.

Yeah. And property damage.

Absolutely.

And we'll investigate. Um...

did Patrick have any enemies?

- Patrick.

My ex-husband.

Ever since we got divorced, he has been making my life hell.

- Right. And where does Patrick, your ex-husband, live?

- Next door. He says he just likes the area.

But I know he did it to provoke me.

- All right. Jarrod, do you want to see if he's there?

- On it.

- May he rest in peace.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

- ANAIS: So it was a good trip, then?

- CODY: Well, apart from nearly starting a bushfire, yeah. It was good.

Lots of time to contemplate.

- Did you have any epiphanies under the stars?

- I did, yeah.

- Mm. OK. (CHUCKLES)

Well, um...

I actually had some time to contemplate too.

- OK.

- I guess, um...

I missed you.

- That's funny, because, um...

I missed you, too.

- Hm.

- Wait ―

so this is a romantic walk by the lake?

- I suppose it is.

(SWEET ACOUSTIC GUITAR MUSIC)

(STRANGE MUSIC)

- God. Rabbits! Look at them.

Come on, Jack. It was your idea to go for a walk.

At least pretend to be enjoying yourself.

- I am.

- Sweetie, he'll be home soon, I promise. (DOG BARKS)

Rusty? Rusty! Rusty!

Oh, f―

Oh my God!

Jack, stay there.

There's been an accident. Don't move.

- So, around 8pm? - I think so.

- But you didn't call us until this morning.

- Well, I was in shock, and I've reported it now, haven't I?

First thing.

- Was he there?

- No, I think he's gone fishing.

- Well, how do you know that?

- Because there's a sign on his door. Says 'gone fishing.'

- Copy that. (PHONE RINGS)

Um, excuse me.

- Hey, um, Patrick.

It's a pretty good name for a baby, eh?

- What?

- Jarrod, we need to go.

- W-w-what? No, you can't just―

- No, we have another body to deal with right now. A human this time.

Come on. Jarrod.

- Sorry. Please don't touch anything.

We'll be right back, Ms Dean.

- Scroll? - No, thanks.

- Danish? - No.

- Cheese roll? - I'm not hungry. Thank you.

- Well, I am.

For information.

Specifically, you and your team's extensive files on the Maja Staunton murder.

- OK, listen, before I hand anything over, let's get this straight.

No one else was involved in this. - If you say so.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

- Mallory.

OK. Yes, I know where that is.

I'm on my way.

This will have to wait, Vernon. I have a crime scene to attend.

- You've run out of time, Mallory.

- By my count, I still have a few hours left.

(FUNKY WESTERN MUSIC)

- Hey, Tibor just called.

SOCOs are on their way, and, um... But he did say that―

- Look, but don't touch anything. Yeah.

- Hey, you seen Kincaid yet?

- Let's just focus on this, shall we, Jarrod?

- Yeah, sure. Sorry.

Got a bit to focus on today, actually. Just found out I'm gonna be a―

- Anais. - What have we got? Traffic accident?

- Not exactly. There's a bullet hole in the side of his helmet.

That's the second reported shooting in the area.

- Yeah. The other victim is a lawnmower.

- This is a quiet neighbourhood. One shooting would be weird, but two?

- Yeah. It doesn't feel like a coincidence.

Do we have a time of death?

- Not yet. But his bike light was on, so I was thinking sometime around dusk.

- Good spot. What about an ID?

- His name is Warren. Warren Leyland.

- This is Sky Congdon and her son, Jack.

They found the tupapaku this morning.

- Look, we can't believe it. He's our neighbour.

He lives just over there.

- What a small neighbourhood.

- Did you see or hear anything out of the ordinary last night?

- No, we were at home.

We just went on a morning walk, and then Rusty was chasing a rabbit and...

Do― Do you mind if we do this later?

- Yes. Of course. We'll take your details and come and find you soon.

- OK. Let's go. Come on.

- Bye, Jack.

- Jack. It's not a bad name either. Strong, eh?

Jack. Yeah, well...

I only say that cos― oh.

- Did we find anything else on the body?

- Phone. But it's locked.

- Send it to IT.

Might be able to tell us where Mr Leyland was going to or coming from.

Hard to tell if there's an exit wound. That'll be a job for Nate.

- Right. I'll organize a grid search, look for a shell casing.

- And I'll go see Patrick.

- Patrick?

- Yeah. The lawnmower.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- I really should be at work.

- No. You have a great team. They can handle it.

And it's Sunday.

Just let him rest.

Come on.

Can you at least read them, please?

- Lena, we've been through this. Ken can't― you know he can't be saved.

- But maybe he can. This facility is one of the best in the world.

And the newest research program is gearing up, and they need patients.

Uncle Ken would definitely get in.

- You got any idea how much this would cost?

- No. Money's not an issue.

Look, just― Please read.

I'll make us a cup of tea.

- (SIGHS)

- She's reading it. It'll take some convincing.

You know how stubborn she can be.

But, it's a step in the right direction, so I'll let you know what she says.

Oh my God. Kylie.

- G'day! Sharon's washing.

- Lena, this is too much. There's no way―

Ah. Kylie!

- Shazza. All done. Sheets ironed too.

- Thank you. Let me find my wallet.

- You know what? Don't worry about it.

Nah. You got enough on your plate without having to do laundry.

- Thank you, but don't be ridiculous.

- Can't pay me if I'm not here, hey? (CLICKS TONGUE)

- (SIGHS)

(INQUISITIVE MUSIC)

- SIMON: All good? - Yeah. It's just Lena.

- You want to call her back?

- Nah. There's no service up here anyway.

Lucky that even came through.

- How'd you find this place?

- Mate of mine from Australia. He's obsessed with New Zealand.

Comes out here all the time.

- Hunting?

- Yeah, I came up here when I first arrived this time.

I'd just been fishing in Fiordland, in the national park.

- And we'll be OK finding our way back out?

- (CHUCKLES) Come on, Si. Not gonna wuss out on me now, are you?

- No, of course not. - OK, good.

- Is everything OK? With Lena?

- SIGHS: Yeah.

She and I have been looking into those research possibilities in Europe.

For Ken, and that's gonna cost a bomb.

But anything's worth a try, I reckon.

- I guess so, yeah.

Hey, we can take the weight for Sharon, if she needs it.

- All for one, eh?

- (CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY) Yeah. All for one.

- Hey, um. This is a cool little gadget, Mrs Dean.

Ms...

um, where'd you get it from?

- It was a gift.

- OK, well, um...

There's no, uh... exit wound, but with any luck...

Ah-ha! Got the little bastard.

Bullet.

Looks like a .22.

- Shouldn't, uh, more scientific people be doing this, not just a young constable? No offens

- Oh, no. Not as young as I look. Gonna be a dad soon, actually.

- Lovely.

You really ignoring me? Just when I thought you couldn't stoop any lower, Warren.

You could at least do me the courtesy of calling me back.

- Thank you, team. We'll be in touch soon.

So, what are you thinking?

- Well, the mark on the trail suggests a violent movement to the right.

(BOOM!)

The bullet hole in his helmet is on the left hand side, so―

- The bullet came from over there. You think someone was sat waiting?

- Possibly.

Let's pull some uniforms, do a canvass of properties in the area.

Should be plenty of security cameras in a neighbourhood like this.

- Will do. And SOCOs have come back with an estimated time of death.

They reckon sometime between 7 and 11pm last night.

How did you go with Kincaid?

- I'm making him wait. - He won't like that.

- Oh, he's the one who set a deadline.

Anyway, the longer we can play it business as usual,

the less it looks like you guys are involved.

(PHONE RINGS)

- Jarrod, how are you going with that bullet?

- Yeah. Good. It looks like a .22 to me.

- Great. Once Nate extracts the bullet from our victim,

we should be able to establish a connection.

- Yeah. I don't think we need the other bullet for that.

- (CRIES)

I can't believe it.

- We're so sorry to have to bring you this news, Ms Dean.

- First Patrick and now Warren?

I was calling him all morning. I thought he was ignoring me,

but he was... he was dead. (CRIES)

- Is there anyone― - It was Patrick!

My ex-husband.

Ever since I left him, he has been hell-bent on ruining my life.

My SLOTY win yesterday must have tipped him over the edge.

- Right. Uh...

What's a SLOTY?

- Southland Lawn of The Year.

Only the most prestigious gardening award in the South Island.

I took home my sixth golden trowel yesterday.

And Patrick didn't even place.

- So your ex-husband is also a gardener?

- If you would call that patch of dirt a garden.

When we were married, he would tell anyone who would listen that he was the green thumb

But he could barely tell a rose from a rhododendron.

That's why he had to resort to rabbits.

- Rabbits?

- You know Queenstown's infested with them.

Well, they're a gardener's worst nightmare.

Once rabbits get in, it's game over.

I have a rabbit fence, of course, but then Patrick cut a hole in it.

It was carnage.

- How do you know it was him?

- (SCOFFS) Who else would it be?

Those vermin would have destroyed everything

if Warren hadn't called in his rabbiters so quickly.

Warren owns...

owned...

his own landscaping business.

- Did Warren and your ex-husband know each other well?

- They used to be good friends, but...

when Warren and I got together, things became a little frosty.

Patrick must have seen him arrive last night.

- What, Mr Leyland was here?

- Only for dinner. We were celebrating my win.

- And what time did he leave?

- Uh, around 8?

- Right. And was there anything notable about your dinner?

- No, not that I can think of.

- And what happened to your hand?

- Run in with the gardening shears.

- Could I please use your bathroom?

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

Oh God.

- What was your ex-husband's surname?

- Armbruster.

Patrick Armbruster.

He's a doctor, a brain surgeon.

How he's allowed near anyone with a scalpel is beyond me.

- And do you happen to remember, by any chance, his favourite fishing spot?

- He liked the Shotover River,

down the quiet end where he didn't have to talk to anyone.

Grumpy old bastard.

I can't believe Warren is gone.

He was so kind.

He was so well-loved.

He was a real pillar of the community.

- WARREN: What have you been doing, mate?

- Get the fuck off me, man! - What have you been doing?

- SKY: I don't like to speak ill of people that have passed.

But Warren Leyland was not a very nice man.

- Who is he shouting at?

- That's my husband, Jason.

- What were they arguing about?

- Jason has an ecosystem protection business.

He manages rural wildlife to safeguard native species.

He's a rabbiter.

Warren hired him to clear the rabbits off his client's properties.

And everything seemed to be going well,

until one day, Warren just shows up and then...

(SMACK!)

- Ouch.

- Jason signed an exclusive contract with Warren.

But then when the rabbits were gone, so was the work.

- So Warren Leyland assaulted your husband because he wanted to part ways.

Seems like an extreme reaction. - Not for Warren.

- Did you report the assault to the police?

- Jason didn't want me to. You know Southland men, take it on the chin.

- Literally.

- Jason did nothing wrong. But then Warren blacklisted him.

So now he has to go out of town for work.

If there's work.

Look, it's been a nightmare.

You try supporting a family on a cleaner's wage.

- Is your husband out of town now?

- Yeah, he left last night around 7.

- And when are you expecting him home?

- I'm not sure. He likes to camp out on the bigger jobs.

- Does your husband own a gun, Mrs Congdon?

- Jason has nothing to do with this. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

- I'm not sure the rabbits would agree.

- The rabbits are destroying the land.

Jason is helping to keep the population under control.

Plenty of people around here do that. Lots of my neighbours have guns.

- But your neighbours weren't assaulted by the victim.

Look, the sooner we can assess your husband's gun,

the sooner we can rule him out as a suspect.

- Yes, Jason owns guns.

But don't ask me what type. I hate them.

And he probably has them with him.

- Can I get his phone number, please?

- I mean, I can give it to you, but he never has any reception.

- Are you gonna bring my dad home? - That's the plan.

- I know where he is. Dad said he'll take me next time.

He's going up the Dingle Burn. The 'cold air' bit.

- The 'cold air' bit?

OK. Thanks, Jack. That's really helpful.

- When you see him, can you tell him I really need him to come home?

- I will.

- Promise?

- Promise.

So, both of our lead suspects―

Armbruster, Penelope Dean's ex-husband,

and Congdon, the rabbiter― are MIA.

- Good start.

- Yeah. At least we know where Penelope is.

- The lawnmower lady?

- Yeah, I found a whole bunch of bloody napkins and broken glass in her bin. She's hiding so

- I mean, how do we know it's not just an accident? Huh?

Some uncle trying to shoot a rabbit and ended up shooting Leyland.

- Oop, and the lawnmower too?

- It's possible, but for now, we have multiple suspects with a clear motive.

So we're treating it as a homicide.

We're looking into the bullet from the lawnmower.

A .22. Once we've retrieved the one from our victim,

we will know if they came from the same shooter.

I'll check in on Nate and then see if I can track down Jason Congdon.

- All right. And we'll go check out that fishing spot Penelope mentioned.

See if we can locate her ex-husband. - Great.

(PHONE CHIMES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Come on.

- Oh. Come on, Anais.

Let's put this power play to bed, shall we? Or what?

Do I have to call in the toe cutters? Give me the files.

Sensible for once.

Right. So― Where do you think you're going?

- Well, I've given you the files, Vernon.

We said nothing about going through them.

- (SCOFFS)

- NATE: I just switched it on to check. Didn't do anything. Promise.

- ANJALI: Might be a loose fitting? Hold on.

- Hey. G'day, Anais.

- Hi. How are you going with finding the bullet?

- Uh, slight delay; Anjali's just doing a bit of maintenance on some equipment.

But what I can tell you is cause of death is definitely gunshot wound.

Entry was through the temporal bone, no exit wound.

And judging by the mess at the entry point,

the bullet was slightly deformed by the helmet.

So it will be an absolute milkshake inside.

Uh, death was pretty much instant.

- And do we know time of death?

- Oh. Tough call. My estimate is closer to 8 than 11.

(SAW WHIRRS)

Oh! - I was right! Loose fitting.

- Anjali, you're a real MacGyver!

- Shoot, Si.

Now.

Now. Do it.

- Oh, shit.

- What was that, mate? - Sorry.

- I thought you were the top marksman.

- I am, when I'm shooting targets.

- What? So you've never shot anything before?

- Nothing that was alive.

- So why'd you come hunting, then?

- Cos I might need to one day.

- All right, let's get your first kill, then, eh?

(CHUCKLES) If not, there's no shame in it, bro.

Not everyone's built to pull the trigger.

Doesn't make you any less of a man.

All right.

- Wanna hand me those... cheers.

OK, extracting bullet at 11.23.

- I've often wondered, why do you make the cut at the back of the head?

- Oh, it's for the people who want to say goodbye.

Just as easy to pull the scalp forward, then when we pull it back, there's no scar.

Can sometimes give them a little facelift.

Make them look even better than they did before.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Bingo.

- Looks like a .22. Same as the one used in Patrick's shooting.

- Patrick?

- He's not gonna be your problem.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

- Let's go! First spot she suggested.

- Yeah.

- (WHISTLES) Nice wheels, eh?

- Well, he's got the setup.

- Yeah?

- What do you think you're doing?

Better not be any scratches on that paintwork.

- Mr Armbruster.

Doctor. Not mister.

- You're a hard man to get hold of, Doctor.

- Intentionally. Otherwise, I'd be on call. How'd you find me?

- Your ex-wife told us you liked this spot.

- Why were you talking to that wicked witch?

- Your old friend, Warren Leyland.

- You mean in the past tense? Yes. He is.

He's screwing my wife.

My ex-wife.

- Not any more, he isn't.

- I'm afraid Mr Leyland is dead.

- (RAUCOUS LAUGHTER)

Oh, I'm so sorry!

Poor old Warren, can't catch a break.

I mean, he waits years for Penelope and I to give each other the bum's rush.

And then, when he gets the chance, he kicks the bucket?

(LAUGHS)

Come on, now, that's funny!

What was it? His dicky heart, or his coke habit?

- He was shot.

- Shot?

Are you serious? - Deadly.

So how long have you been here?

- Since yesterday afternoon.

- Really? I don't see a tent, or...

- Slept in the Range Rover. Quite comfortable, actually.

- And do you have anyone who can verify that?

- You mean, do I have an alibi? I didn't kill him.

That son of a bitch had plenty of enemies.

And besides, Penelope and I have been divorced for a year.

Why would I knock him off now?

- That's what our investigating officers would like to ask you.

- Well, they'll have to wait until tomorrow.

Unless you're arresting me.

- Beautiful day for it.

Do you shoot, doc?

- Occasionally, but not at people.

- What sort of heat you packing?

- A .22 Tanglewood, semi-automatic, real beauty.

Registered.

- And would you be willing to surrender that for examination?

- Sure. When I get it back. I loaned it to a colleague.

It's currently up the West Coast somewhere.

- Right. And how do we get a hold of this colleague? - No idea.

He's a doctor, too. We value our downtime.

- Can we get his name?

- Dr Head.

Richard Head.

- Richard, as in...

Dick.

- Great. Can we get Dr Head's, um, contact details?

- It's in my address book, at home.

- Well, maybe we can come over tomorrow and get his details, then.

- Do you have a warrant?

- No.

- Then you can bugger off.

(FISHING ROD WHIRRS)

- Well, thank you for your time, Dr Armbruster.

We'll be in touch to discuss the other allegations.

- What allegations?

- About the property damage. You cutting a hole in Ms Dean's fence.

- For the umpteenth time, I did not touch her fence.

And I'm sure Ms Dean also failed to mention how she poisoned my lawn with pesticide.

And that ― that is just the tip of the iceberg!

- Any luck tracking down Congdon?

- Nada. Dingle Burn is 20,000 acres and I am looking for one rabbiter.

Ever heard of the 'cold air' bit?

- Afraid not. But I do have something.

A property canvass came back.

Various residents heard multiple gunshots last night. Six at least.

- But no other victims or lawnmowers?

- No. Not yet. And then there's this.

One of the neighbours captured it on their CCTV camera last night.

8.07pm.

- BOTH: Oh.

- Rabbit hole. - What's he looking for?

If that's our shooter, where's the gun?

- Let's see what the grid search brings back.

Any case, he is definitely someone we want to be talking to.

Yeah, it's not great quality.

- No, but there is one identifying feature.

He's bald.

Just like our friendly neighbourhood rabbiter.

- You always been into hunting?

- I did a bit when I was a kid. Nothing serious.

I really got into it when I was in Spain.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

It was Andalusia that did it. Managed to fog the girls off to some Corpus Christi thing in Se

And I went out to the forest for a whole weekend.

Just me and the ibex. It was awesome.

- Mate.

So how long have you and Lena been together?

- Oh, a few years.

(CHUCKLES) I'm terrible with dates. Just blurs together after a while.

Well, how about you? Anyone you're keeping secret?

- No, I don't have the time.

- Not even your partner in crime?

Were you two ever...

- What, Anais and me? - Yeah.

- No. No, never.

- (CHUCKLES) Yeah, that checks out.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey.

I think it's time for that first kill.

All right, Si, deep breath.

Exhale.

Lock in.

Shoot.

Do it, Si.

Don't be a pussy.

(THWACK!)

YELLS: Yeah! Ha, ha, hey!

Oh, shit, Si! I can't believe you actually did it, mate.

You animal! (LAUGHS)

You are a stone-cold killer, man!

All right, well, now you gut it.

- What?

- Oh, you gotta finish the job.

Come on! (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

- (CHORTLES) Down like a sack of spuds.

- HOANA: Well, that's great.

Make sure you preserve the grid just in case there's anything else.

They found a shell casing about 70m from the road.

- Ooh, .22?

- Yeah, just like Patrick's.

Search team's sending it to ballistics. We should hear more tomorrow.

- Mm. They'll only be able to tell us so much, though. We need those guns.

- Yeah. (PHONE VIBRATES)

- DR MEHRTENS: 'It's not something they're playing for the first time, Anais.'

- OK. It's been a big day.

Let's tackle this first thing in the morning. I will keep working on Congdon.

- And we will pay a visit to Armbruster, see if we can verify Dr Head's existence.

- Great. Night, team. See you at the lodge.

- Yep.

- Is this the right way back?

What are you doing? - Shut. Up.

- (SCOFFS NERVOUSLY) All right, William Tell.

- I said shut up!

- Mate.

What's going on?

- Don't...

move.

- SOFTLY: Sam....

Please.

Please.

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

YELLS: Yeah!

(LAUGHS)

Now, that's what I'm talking about!

- (LAUGHS)

- Whoo!

Who's your daddy?

(CACKLES)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(TENSE COUNTRY MUSIC)

- (SIGHS)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Did you park up the road? - In the bush.

- Did you make sure― - It's hidden, as instructed.

- You took your time.

- Well, I needed a shower. I was covered in blood.

- What? - It was goats blood.

I don't think I'm cut out for hunting.

Do you think it's enough to get Kincaid off our backs?

What did he make of the files?

- Well, I have three missed calls from him,

so there's obviously something in there he wants to talk about.

- You reckon he bought into your whole Lone Ranger story?

- I don't know.

But if not, I don't think there's any way he could prove any of your involvement.

I mean, I suppose he could call Lorraine, maybe?

- Ooh, Maja's cleaner?

- Yeah, but I've removed all of her details

and just listed her as a source, so I'm pretty sure you're safe, Kylie.

- Oh, no, I'm not worried about me. I'm worried about you lot.

- Anais? Anais?

- Yeah? Sorry.

- Um, did we figure out where Maja got her money from, to buy the gym?

- No. Not yet.

- Maybe we can talk to the people who brokered the deal.

- The gym was flash, right by the waterfront.

Would have been an upmarket company who handled it.

- VERONICA: Oh. Morning, darling. It's still quite early here.

- Mum. Hi. Um― - Hi, Mrs Mallory.

- Kylie! Sweetheart! Lovely to hear from you. How's the house going?

- Oh, yeah. Digs are great.

Though I did have a bit of a situation with your toilet. I'm pretty sure―

- OK, so― Sorry, Kylie. Hey, Mum.

I've just got a bit of an urgent question for you.

Maja's gym. Do you remember which real estate company she went through to buy it?

- Well, of course. I recommended she use the best in town ―

Mallory Real Estate.

- And do you remember which lawyer brokered the deal?

- Well, it would have been Nigel. He always handles commercial properties.

- OK. Thank you. Mum, that is really helpful. Uh, OK, I'll try you tomo―

- Are you taking care of yourself, darling? Kylie said you've been working very long hou

- Yeah. I'm fine. - Yeah, but I―

- OK. Bye, Mum! - Bye, Mrs Mallory.

- Well, I'll talk to Nigel tomorrow.

This could be the break we've been looking for.

- Oh, also, I spoke to Lorraine again today,

and she said that Maja called her about a misdirected payment

that she was worried accidentally went into Lorraine's account.

50 grand. - (GASPS) Jeez.

- SIMON: Why would Maja be transferring someone 50 grand?

- I can think of a reason.

- HOANA: Anais?

- (SIGHS) Let's call it.

(SUSPICIOUS MUSIC)

- How was your day off, Si?

- (SIGHS) Weird. I think I might become a Buddhist.

- (CLEARS THROAT) Hey, before everyone heads off, I've got something to share.

A couple of days ago, I found out that―

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

Damn.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BAR)

- What'll it be, ma'am?

- I don't think you're supposed to be back there.

- Really? Shit.

Although I actually work here now.

- Wow. Sam must be desperate.

- I will have you know that I bartended for three years in university.

I pour a mean shot and, uh, my cocktails aren't bad either.

Pink gin, hibiscus syrup, egg whites, and just a whisper of rose water.

It's our house special, and it's called 'The Blushing Anais'.

- (LAUGHS) OK!

The Blushing Anais.

Mm!

That's good! - Yeah?

- I'm more of a whiskey on the rocks kind of girl, but I like it.

- Good to know. Good to know. How's your day?

- Weird. (SIGHS) Someone shot a lawnmower.

- Standard.

- And I've spent all afternoon looking for a place near Wanaka that I'm pretty sure doesn't

The 'cold air' bit.

- You mean 'Cold Adrift'?

Up in Dingle Burn? Yeah. Fault line runs through there.

Is this my geology degree finally paying off?

- I think so. That's lucky I kept you around.

(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC)

Did he mention Maja? - SIMON: Barely.

The whole thing was so weird.

You should've seen him when he shot that pig.

- Welcome to the Cold Air Bit. - You mean Cold Adrift?

- Exactly.

- Hoana said Jason Congdon had gone bush. How did you even find him?

- Actually, Cody gave me the idea. - Oh, yeah? Cool.

- Gotta be around here somewhere.

- Well, this place is massive. Where do we even start?

(BOOM!)

Christ!

- Should we start over there?

(FLIES BUZZ)

- Come out, you bastard.

Come on.

Come out, you furry bastard...

- Jason Congdon?

We need to talk to you about Warren Leyland.

- No, it's not me. - Are you sure about that?

You can't deny there's a resemblance, Mr Congdon.

- (CHUCKLES) That looks nothing like me.

Unless you think I grew this beard overnight.

- So how does one rabbit?

- Well, you got fences, you got traps, you got gas,

you got guns, you got Jerry.

- Jerry?

- (CLICKS TONGUE)

Then you got explosives, blasting gels, TNT, sometimes even dynamite.

- OK, we get the picture. How long did you work for Mr Leyland?

- A few months. - And why did you part ways?

- Creative differences.

- Nothing to do with him punching you in the face?

- Who told you about that? - Your wife showed us the video, actually.

- You know, people think rabbits are just pests,

but they're actually pretty smart, too.

You know, fences will only slow them down, but it won't keep them out forever.

When they started to get back in...

That's when Warren thought I'd half-assed the job.

He didn't listen.

Things got heated, and then...

Well...

- That's interesting, because your wife seems to think the fight

was about you wanting to cut ties with Mr Leyland.

- Yeah, well, that too.

- And you didn't report the assault?

- No. No point.

Rich pricks like Leyland, they just want to buy their way out of trouble.

It's all right, though. I just have to travel a little bit further for work, that's all.

- You didn't think about just getting a new job?

- No.

- Where were you on Saturday night? - Here. I arrived at 8.30.

- You've been working here for 36 hours?

- She's a big farm.

- What make is your gun?

- 17 HMR.

- The registry says you own a .22.

- You've been looking me up!

If I was gonna kill the guy, you think I'd be dumb enough to use my own rifle?

- You haven't answered my question.

- Yeah, I got a .22. It's in the gun locker at home.

- Great. You want to ride with us or should we follow you?

- I'm not going anywhere. I've got work to do.

- You know, Jack found Warren's body.

He needs his dad.

- Morning, Nate. - Hey! G'day, Anjali. Good night?

- Yeah. Um...

- Oh. (CHORTLES) Don't worry.

Promise not to overwater them this time.

- Good. Dr Cooper would be pleased.

- Yeah. I wanted to say thanks for all your work yesterday.

- Cool. - I also, um―

I wanted to say sorry about last week.

I did want to get dinner with you, but don't worry. Just as mates.

- Yeah. Um... Yeah. Good-good-good to know.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

- Do you mind if I take this?

- Absolutely. I will see you in there, Dr Wedderburn.

- Yeah.

Hey, go for Nate Dog.

I'm sorry. What?

- JACK: Dad!

- Hey, buddy!

- Back in the house, Jack.

- But I want to stay with Dad.

- Hey, just go with your mother, all right? I'll be in soon.

Gun's in the shed.

- PATRICK: Now, does this look like healthy grass to you?

- Maybe you overwatered it?

- I beg your pardon?

- HOANA: Dr Armbruster, look, while we're here, we need that email for Dr Head.

- It's in the kitchen!

Let me tell you about grass. You got to get the nitrogen―

- (SCREAMS) You murdering bastard!

- I left it right here.

- ANAIS: Does anyone else know where you keep the key to the locker?

- (INHALES SLOWLY)

(SIGHS) No.

- Well, there's no sign of forced entry. So, where is it? - I don't know.

- So your gun is missing, from your locker, which only you have access.

- What do you want me to say?

- I want you to tell us where the gun is.

- I told you.

I don't know.

- Well, Mr Congdon, you'd better start looking.

Excuse me.

Nate, I'm just in the middle of something―

- I've been suspended. - What?

- IANZ found out about the body robbery, and I'm gonna lose my job.

Oh, my God, Anais, I'm... I'm gonna lose my job. (SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

- Jarrod? - Requesting backup! I repeat! Requesting backup!

- PENELOPE: You son of a bitch!

- Uh, Nate, I'll call you back.

- We're on our way.

- You killed him! - Oh, please! I didn't kill him.

When you find out who it was, be sure to let me know

so I can buy him a beer! - You sick, sick man!

- You're a sick woman!

- OK! Let's just take a deep breath! You stay there. Both of you, stay there.

Hey, Sarge, I need a back up out here.

- What are you doing? Don't you dare!

- (GRUNTS) - You crazy bitch!

- (SCREAMS) - Oi! Hey!

- You killed Warren. And Patrick!

- (SCREAMS)

(SMACK!) - Fucking hell!

- You OK?

- (PANTS VIGOROUSLY)

(SCREAMS)

I wasn't going to stab him!

- Well, you certainly weren't using those shears for gardening.

- Do you need medical attention?

- I've had worse. Any traction with the Congdons?

- He's conveniently lost his gun. What about Armbruster's?

- What's the charge? Protecting my garden?

- Nope. I doubt he's gonna want to cooperate with us after this.

- So we have two missing guns.

- And two crazies. What do you want to do with them?

- Put them in the cells.

Let them cool off for a bit, and then we can ask them some more questions.

I'll, uh― I'll meet you there. Something I have to do first.

So they're conducting an official investigation into Mahoe Inanga?

- What did I expect? Body gets stolen from my morgue.

I don't report it. And then I think it's all just going to go away.

- Yeah, but you did nothing wrong. - I did, though.

- All the autopsy protocols have been followed.

Right? You were just waiting on blood test results

when the body was taken, and he was returned to you intact.

- Yeah, but I didn't report a major security breach.

A breach that compromises any findings I might have made in a homicide inquiry.

- One which had a clear cut resolution. We have a confession,

an admission of guilt, two people in custody.

- Doesn't matter. I screwed up, and now I'm going to lose my job and my license.

- (SIGHS) I'm so sorry this is happening, Nate.

- It's not your fault.

And, uh, thanks for coming.

I just... - Phone a friend.

Works every time.

How did IANZ find out? Who told them?

- Does it matter?

Oh, I'm gonna need to retrain.

Maybe I could be a hairdresser. - You're not gonna have to do that.

I'm going to sort this out.

- Thanks, Anais.

Man, Anjali is not gonna be happy.

- Yeah.

Boss! I thought you were taking a few days off.

- Yeah, yeah, I was planning to, but there's so much going on here.

Sam and Lena are tag teaming while I'm not around.

They've been great, but you know how it is.

No one wants to...

No one wants to feel like a burden.

- There is nothing wrong with needing help.

That's what whanau's for.

And I don't just mean Sam and Lena. We're here too.

- Thanks.

So, uh, can I help you with anything?

- Actually, yes. I'm just heading out to a meeting.

But...

do you know who spoke to the IANZ about the situation at the morgue?

- You mean the body snatching?

- If that's how you want to characterize it. Sure.

- Someone spoke to IANZ.

- Yeah, and they're not happy.

- I can tell you it wasn't me, Anais,

but I know exactly who was going on about it.

- Maybe I should get you to clean my office.

- Oh. Yeah, I got a...

pretty full client list. Soz.

- Yeah, I hear you're busy. Very busy.

Got a bit of a full schedule myself, to be honest.

I wonder if you can come down to the station, Ms Shorrock,

answer a few questions. Save us both a bit of time.

- SIMON: Ballistics report came back.

As suspected, the two bullets came from the same gun.

Now we need to find that gun.

- Yeah. I've found an email online for Dr Head,

but he still hasn't replied to me yet.

- And he won't, Jarrod.

Richard Head.

Dickhead.

- Ah, what, no, that doesn't―

Oh. - Yeah.

- SIGHS: Oh.

- So seeing as that is a dead end, can you and Hoana please head out to Armbruster's campsite

It's a long shot, but he might have gone out there to ditch his gun.

- Right.

Sarge, looks like we're heading back out to the bush.

- Copy. But first, Warren's phone came back from IT.

He got some interesting messages the night he died.

- Damn.

Who did he upset?

- READS: 'You really are a piece of shit, Warren.

'I can't believe you'd do this to me.

'I hate you.'

I thought you two were celebrating that night, Ms Dean.

- We were.

- 'I hope you die.'

- It started off celebratory.

I planned a nice dinner. Rabbit confit with Sauvignon Blanc.

And then Warren had to go to the bathroom and...

He got a text.

He'd been cheating on me for months.

And I was a little upset.

VOICE ECHOES: You bastard! Get out! How could you do this to me? I never want to see you a

- Why didn't you tell us this before?

- Velma.

- Velma? - Velma Stevens.

That...

bucket of Botox that he'd been shagging!

How am I supposed to show my face around town

when everyone finds out that he cheated on me with her?

The woman uses...

astroturf.

You know the most embarrassing part?

I still would have taken him back. (CRIES)

- Just one more question, Ms Dean.

We're having a hard time identifying the person in this video.

I know it's not a lot to go on, but― - I know who that is.

I'd recognize that big bald dome anywhere.

- JARROD: Do you reckon the Congdon boy is gonna be all right?

Finding a dead body. It's a lot for a kid, eh?

- Yeah. But with a bit of therapy, he should be OK.

- Yeah, it makes you think, eh?

Especially when you're gonna be a dad.

- Mm.

What?

- Yeah. Found out a couple of nights ago.

Shelby didn't want to say anything until she was sure.

- But why didn't you say? - Well, I've been trying.

- Bro! You're gonna be a dad!

I'm gonna be an auntie! We're gonna have a baby!

- Oh-ho! Uh, Sarge, you're breaking ribs.

- I didn't think you had it in you.

- I know! - Yeah! (LAUGHS)

- So, did you manage to get a hold of this 'Velma'?

- No, but I did get a hold of her husband.

They've been on holiday in Japan for the last two weeks.

- Well, I guess we can rule them out then.

- How did your meeting go with Nigel?

Do we intervene?

- Uh, let's stay out of it for now.

Anyway, it looks like our next interviewee is ready.

Dr Armbruster, you're aware it's your right to have legal representation present for this int

- Only guilty people need a lawyer.

- Great. This footage was captured on your neighbour's security camera.

It shows an individual fleeing the scene the night Warren Leyland was killed.

Doctor, we believe this person is you.

- It's preposterous. You can't even see their face.

- But you can see their head.

Dr Armbruster, I must remind you that upon being taken into custody,

you are legally required to surrender all personal items to officers.

Including your hair.

- I beg your pardon?

- Please remove your toupee for us.

We can have someone remove it for you if you like.

- I'll sue you for this. And this doesn't prove anything.

That could be any follicly-challenged man.

- Sure, but we can see this person also took quite the fall, likely sprained their ankle...

which, two days on would have visible bruising, noticeable swelling.

But I don't have to tellyouthat, do I, Doctor?

Would you please roll up your right trouser leg for us?

- I want a lawyer.

- I thought only guilty people needed lawyers.

- Dr Armbruster, this footage places you at the scene at the time of Warren Leyland's deat

When you claim to be fishing. - How do you explain that?

- Do you know how much time I put into that garden?

Up before sunrise every day. pH balanced to the decimal. Compost turned by hand.

The SLOTY was mine. Then Penelope poisons my grass.

And it's all over. Just like that.

So, yes, the 7 o'clock wine turned into several, and I decided to hit her where it hurt

- Warren.

- Her hydrangeas.

I went over there ready to give her precious flowers a good kicking.

- And shoot Warren Leyland while you're at it?

- No. I don't even have my gun.

- Because you lent it to Dr Dickhead?

- That's true! - Come on.

- Yes! It's true!

- So if you didn't shoot him, why were you running away?

- I heard gunshots.

I thought someone was aiming at me. - So who was shooting?

- I didn't hang around to look,

but whoever was shooting was using some cheap piece of crap.

The gun sounded like it hated being fired.

- If all of this is true, why did you rush off on a fishing trip?

- I was technically trespassing at the time that that stupid lawn mower was shot,

and I knew my hysterical ex-wife would find a way to blame me.

So I panicked, and I ran. That's it. That's what happened.

- End of story. Again.

- Well, I can always check with Veronica Mallory, you know.

- Well, good luck with that. She's enjoying herself on a bloody yacht somewhere,

and she'll only confirm what I've told you already, anyway. I house sit and I clean.

Anais got me some gigs; I clean her place for free.

That's it. - OK. I'm gonna ask you one more time ―

Has Detective Mallory made you party to any police matters?

- The only contact I have with the police is 'Synchronicity.'

That is a great album. Apart from that 'Every Breath You Take.'

That is a stalker's anthem, if you ask me. Now, are we done?

- Not even close.

(PHONE RINGS)

- Hi. - Hi, Lena. It's me.

Can, uh, we get together tomorrow evening? Sam, too?

- Sure. That'd be great. I'll let him know.

- Cool.

- Sam, I think Auntie Sharon's finally going to say yes.

- OK. Yes. As soon as you can. Thank you.

- Ugh, the coffee machine needs descaling again.

- That was Ballistics.

Armbruster's comment about that gun sounding like a cheap piece of crap got me thinking.

What else can we learn about a gun without being able to see it?

- Go on?

- Most guns eject bullets sideways, but Armbruster's gun, the very expensive Tanglewood,

is one of the few guns that ejects downwards.

- Uh... Meaning? - Ballistics should be able to tell

if a gun ejects downwards from its shell casing.

Once we get confirmation from them, we'll know if the gun was Armbruster's.

- Wow. You know, you're not half bad at this whole detective thing.

- Thank you.

- Ah! G'day, detectives. How you going?

- Good. Thanks, Kylie. Yeah. Busy.

- Yeah, yeah. Me, too. I'll finish that cleaning for you later.

Have a good one. - All right.

- Mallory. A word.

- What was Kylie Shorrock doing in here?

- Lying through her teeth, I suspect.

She said she just cleans for you. - Yeah. That's true.

- Yeah, I work alone, like Lee Harvey bloody Oswald.

- Are you going to keep talking about conspiracy theories,

or do you want to discuss something of actual substance?

- Oh, now she's willing to speak.

Great. Well, maybe you can help me make sense of this codswallop that is your case note

- They make perfect sense if you know how to read them.

What did you make of my notes on Maja's gym purchase?

- The intel is just inane.

And besides, it's a thread I've already pulled.

- You know where she got the money to buy the gym?

- Well, that's the question I asked your ex-fiance.

Yeah, I paid him a courtesy visit in his government-sponsored accommodation.

- And?

- Well, he claims he had no idea where Maja got the money. And I'm inclined to believe him.

- What makes you so sure? - I'll call it detective's instinct.

Besides, all the avenues have been exhausted on the gym thing.

- What if I have a new one? - You've got a name?

- I do, yeah, and I will give it to you.

But first I need you to do something for me.

- This is not quid pro quo, Mallory.

- Maybe it is. You rang IANZ about what happened at the morgue. Why would you do that?

- Because they're the regulating body. And it was a royal cock up.

- Which was resolved! - Yeah, but I knew about it.

Therefore, I was obliged to ring it in. I mean, it's by the book, Mallory.

- The book is open to interpretation. Your words.

So now you're going to ring IANZ and you're going to tell them you made a mistake.

- I will do nothing of the sort. - When I give you the name, you will be able to use

legitimate police resources to look into the purchase of the gym,

and you will be one step closer to solving Maja's murder. But first, you make that call.

- I reckon we give it another half an hour and then we'll head on out.

- Hey, Sarge, I think I found something.

Recently dug ― there's something down here.

Here we go!

What's this?

Oh, shit. (GAGS)

- What? What?

- (RETCHES) No, I mean it's shit!

Bushland, latrine shit! (DRY HEAVES)

- Oh, you better get used to that. You'll be changing nappies soon.

- (GAGS, COUGHS)

- Jarrod?

- Mm-hm. OK. Thank you.

Well, that was humiliating.

- I hope you don't expect me to be sympathetic.

- Never. What I do expect, though, is you to honour your side of the arrangement.

- Nigel Denton.

- Is that name meant to mean anything to me?

- Denton is a solicitor.

He held $2 million in escrow when Maja's gym purchase went through.

- And you acquired this little gem of information how, exactly?

- That's not important. What is important is the money came from an offshore account.

- How offshore are we talking? - The Cayman Islands.

- I assume we don't have the account holder's name.

- That will be one for you and Interpol to figure out.

- Wow. I suspect it's time for a coordinated effort, Mallory.

Let me talk to Sharon, see if we can get sign-off on us working together.

- Great. While you're at it, now might be a good time to bring in my team.

Once I've briefed them all on what I've been doing.

- (CHUCKLES)

- Are we good? - For now.

- Good.

- How'd it go?

- It looks like we have a new member of the gang.

- (CHORTLES) (PHONE RINGS)

- It's Ballistics.

Hello?

OK.

Thank you.

- Please let me be the one to charge Armbruster.

- You can be the one to let him go. Penelope too.

- What? - Get Hoana to call off the search.

We're heading out, and we're gonna stop by the gunsmith first.

- Are you sure about this?

- Yeah.

Is this the same make as your rifle?

- Mm-hm. Just a bit newer, that's all.

- Brand new, courtesy of our local gunsmith.

- We know the bullet that killed Warren Leyland came from a side ejector rifle just like this on

- We think the same weapon was also used to immobilize a robot lawnmower.

- Are you still claiming your gun is missing, Jason?

- It is missing.

- Because rifling marks on bullets can be matched to specific weapons.

- So your gun going missing is pretty suspicious.

- How many times do I have to tell you, mate? I don't know where it is.

- OK, well, if that's the story you're sticking with,

I think it's best we continue this conversation back at the station.

- JACK: No! You can't take him!

- Jack, go to your room. - He didn't do anything!

- Jack! - Tell them the truth!

- Do as you're told!

- What does Jack mean? Tell them the truth?

- You couldn't have just got another job, could you?

- Why are you doing this? - Tell them.

- Sky, that's got nothing to do with―

- It's got everything to do with it! Tell them.

- Uh, um...

Warren didn't let me break my contract. There were no more rabbits.

I was out of money, so I did what I had to do.

I told Warren that I was just checking the client's fences,

doing routine maintenance, making sure that the fences were keeping the rabbits out,

but I was...

letting them back in.

And it worked.

- Until Warren found out.

- That's why you didn't report the assault to the police.

- Jason didn't have any work, and I begged him to get another job, but he refused.

So I knew it was up to me.

And I went to see Warren.

And I pleaded with him to give Jason his job back.

And you know what he said to me? 'Get off my property.'

And then Jason found out, and we had the worst fight that we've ever had.

- What kind of example do you think that sets for Jack?

- What kind of example are you setting―

'Jason stormed out and I could hear Jack crying in his bedroom.'

And I was just sat here thinking 'This can't be it.'

This is not the life that I was meant to live.

And then I looked outside that window and I saw Warren on his fancy bike.

Well, our lives were crumbling, and for him, it was just another Saturday.

And then...

Something inside me just snapped.

- What are you saying?

- I went outside and I got your gun.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- I just wanted him to feel some of the pain that we felt.

- And then what happened?

- SKY: And then I ran back here and I hid the gun.

'It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. It's gonna be all right.'

I can show you where it is.

- All right.

But first,

can you eject the magazine for me?

- I'll just show you where the gun is. - Eject the magazine, Sky.

- That's the safety.

- You're asking us to believe that you loaded and fired your husband's rifle,

and you don't know how to eject the magazine?

You're not the shooter in this story, are you?

Who does know how to load your gun, Jason?

- Jesus Christ.

- It's OK. It's all right. It's all right. It's gonna be all right. I promise. OK?

It was an accident! - Mrs Congdon.

- No. He didn't know what he was doing. No. Take me, take me, please take me. (CRIES

- Sky! Sky! Listen, we're gonna go and get him together, OK?

- He didn't know what he'd done until we went for the walk that morning,

and he told me after you came to the house. He's just a little boy!

- I know. We're gonna go together.

It's our job to make him feel safe, OK?

- He's gonna be so scared.

- OK. OK. Come on. You and me. Let's go. Ready?

- This is all my fault.

- Have a seat, Jason. We're gonna sort this out.

- What have I done?

- He's gone. Stay here, you two!

- Bullets.

- Shit.

- He hasn't had time to go far.

(CAR STARTS)

- Stay away!

- Jack. Your mum told us what happened. OK? We know it was an accident.

- You're not in trouble. - I don't believe you!

- We just want to talk. But you've got to point the gun down, OK?

We don't want another accident, do we?

- Look, why don't you just tell us what happened that night?

- Mum and Dad were arguing.

- I was just trying to help.

- Oh, yeah? By getting on your knees in front of that bastard?

- We are broke, Jason! - You don't think I know that?

You don't think it keeps me up at night?

- Well, then why don't you just give it up, then? We are going to lose this house!

- I can't let Leyland win, for Christ's sake! I'm not gonna roll over for some prick like hi

What kind of example do you think that sets for Jack?

- What kind of example are you setting when you can't even provide for your family?

- Dad! Don't go!

Dad, please!

- It's gonna be OK.

(BOOM!) Shit.

- Jack, what are you doing!? - Just stay over there, OK?

No one's hurt. We're all OK.

Everyone's OK.

Right, Jack? - Simon.

- Jack.

Let's just talk, OK?

What happened after your dad left?

- I just wanted to fix it.

I kill the rabbits, Mum and Dad wouldn't fight anymore.

(TIM MCNARY'S DAY AT THE FALLS)

(GUNSHOTS ECHO)

- # Bloody hands,

# I am looking out from a rocky cliff,

# vultures circling round.

# Now I'm trying hard.

# Nearly breaking glass.

# I got too drunk on that sweetness.

# And if I knew the right words to say,

# I would say them loud.

# I would shout them out.

(BOOM!)

- Then I hit something.

- # I am looking out.

# I got too drunk on that sweetness. #

- I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

- Jack, listen to me.

What happened with that man was an accident.

This wouldn't be.

- But I killed him. - But you didn't mean to.

An accident, it doesn't make you a bad person, Jack.

Taking a life on purpose ― that's different.

You don't want to have to live with that.

Trust me.

Just put the gun down.

Please.

- Jack, go give your mum a hug.

- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

(SOLEMN FOLK MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- They can't fire you! - Well, they kind of can, actually.

- Well, I can't start over. I can't do this again.

Not with another pathologist. The next one might be worse than you.

- Thank you? - And it was my fault, anyway.

I let the family in and I should take the fall. I quit.

- Hi.

Sorry, am I interrupting?

- No, uh, no, no, no... No.

- I just came to say IANZ have called off the investigation. You're off the hook.

- What?

Oh my God, Anais. How?

- Uh, it doesn't matter. The report's been withdrawn.

- (SIGHS) Thank you.

- Phone a friend. Works every time.

OK, I'll see myself out.

- So, you want to retract that resignation? Maybe grab that burger?

- (CHUCKLES) Yes, please.

- So I just got a message earlier from Dr Richard Head.

- Oh, shut up.

- Yeah, he just got reception.

Turns out he did borrow Armbruster's gun.

Mm-hm. Told you.

- I can't believe his parents would do that to him.

- HOANA: So. Another one bites the dust.

- Yeah, but, uh, not exactly one to celebrate.

- What do you think will happen to the family?

- Well, Sky will probably be charged with impeding an investigation.

And Jason with negligence for not securing his gun properly.

- Your kid killing someone, that'd be punishment enough, I reckon.

- ALL: Yeah...

- And what about Jack?

- Manslaughter.

- Damn.... - What― He― He's just a boy.

- I know, but...

Someone still died.

- Has someone ordered a round?

- Thank you. Sorry, I just thought we should have a toast to our survival as a group.

At least after today. - KYLIE: Yeah. - Aw, thank you.

- You know what, things could have gone very pear shaped.

Kincaid gave me a full on grilling today, and I did not give him a bloody thing.

I was like Rambo. I was like, no, I ain't giving you nothing. (SLURS)

- That's Rocky.

- Whatever. Rocky. Rambo.

- Either way, we are still under the radar.

- Yeah. Here's to survival.

Hang on, uh, where's Shelby?

- Oh, no. She's not up for celebration. She's a bit tired, eh

- Well, that's a shame, because you and Shelby are the real reason for this gathering.

- Yeah. We're gonna have a baby. - There it is.

- What? Aw, Jarrod!

- Thank you! - Jarrod!

- That's wonderful! - Aw, that's great news!

Congratulations! - How are you feeling?

- I'm absolutely shitting myself. (LAUGHTER)

- Whiskey on the rocks.

- Perfect.

- I'm about to finish soon. And then should we head off and grab dinner?

- Yeah. Yeah, or, um, I don't know...

Do you want to catch up with them and then head out?

- You want me to meet your friends?

This is a bigger deal than meeting the parents.

- (CHORTLES) OK. Let's go before I lose my nerve.

- No, it's on the house, Anais. - Oh. Thanks!

- Well, it's, uh, Maja's birthday, so...

Having a little toast to remember her.

- LENA: Didn't you know?

- I knew.

(SUSPICIOUS MUSIC)

- Hey, guys. Um...

this is Cody.

- Yeah, we know. He's been serving us drinks all night.

- And we know, Anais.

She thinks we can't tell when she's got a crush.

(LAUGHTER) - OK. All right. Whatever.

- Well, you're just in time because we're celebrating.

- Oh, yeah. I'm gonna be a dad.

- (GASPS) Jarrod! Oh my God!

Aw, congratulations. That's amazing. You're gonna be incredible.

(CHATTER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(SUSPICIOUS MUSIC)

- Happy?

- Happy.

(SWEET MUSIC)

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