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E piko to aroha, he aroha mōku Kāore

he aha, e ara tēra te aroha He aha koe i pērā ai, he aha koe i

pērā ai He aha koe i pērā ai, ha ha ha He aha koe i pērā ai I whakataha

ngā tonā ao mōu, pērā hoki i ngā wā Pura o tō rā

Hey, can you hear me?

If you can hear me, I'm going to get help.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, hey!

Hey, I'm a police officer.

There's been an accident. I need your phone.

Yeah, right. Hey!

I'm a police officer!

Hang in there.

DC Chalmers, Broken Woods CIB. I need an ambulance at the north end of Black Pits

Road. Two clicks from the intersection.

Car veered into ditch.

Sole female occupant.

Unconscious.

Aye. Aye.

Hey.

Jules, is it?

You've been in an accident.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's okay. My name is Daniel.

All right? An ambulance is on its way. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Is there anyone I can call?

Not anymore.

Okay.

I had to hazard a guess.

You'd say broken neck.

Would I be wrong?

Guess who the driver was?

What's with all this guessing?

Our old friend, Jules Fahey.

That sounds like friend in the ironic sense.

Let's just say she's helped police with their inquiries on more than one

occasion. Yeah.

You got an idea yet?

No, nothing.

We searched her pockets.

Only thing was a bundle of cash, $100.

What did Jules Fahey have to say?

I couldn't get any sense out of her, in and out of consciousness, possibly

alcohol-induced.

I think we should give Mike some space. He needs to converse with the victim to

gain his special insight.

Well, you should ask her why she wasn't wearing shoes on the coldest night of

the year.

I'll head to the hospital, follow up with Miss Fahey.

Oh, yeah?

Are you planning on running there?

Maybe.

What do I need to know about this Jules faking?

Well, I think she's actually had more husbands than Mike's had wives, and a

remarkable portion of them died under suspicious circumstances.

So driving around with the body of a young woman in the back of her car, it's

not out of character?

Eh, say she's really pushed the boat out on this one.

But she'll probably make the excuse she was in Hamilton.

Why Hamilton?

Because... On more than one occasion, she was conveniently visiting her mother

in Hamilton while her husbands were passing away.

Never charged?

Not to date.

She remembers the accident, claims she hit some loose gravel on the side of the

road and lost control.

There may have been a minor concussion, but we think most of the time post

-accident she was asleep rather than unconscious.

Her blood alcohol level?

Yeah. Over twice the legal limit, I'm afraid.

And her clothing's been put aside?

Yeah, as requested.

She's bruised and shaken, but it could have been a lot worse for her.

No, it still could be.

You can go in.

Thanks.

Detective Constable Daniel Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB. We met out on Blackpits

Road. Oh, yes.

I vaguely remember.

He was so kind.

Hello, Detective.

Giles. Are you here to tell me what I already know?

I shouldn't have been driving.

Well, hindsight is a wonderful thing when you're alive to have it.

I know that road like the back of my hand. I must have driven it a hundred

times in the last few months.

I don't need the lecture.

It was silly of me to take the risk.

Why did you?

I was tired.

Had a few too many glasses of bubbles. Wanted to go home.

Home from where?

The Wadsworths.

Big place out west.

You weren't heading home from Hamilton?

No, why would you suggest that?

I'm just checking you weren't visiting your mother.

My mother passed away 12 months ago.

My apologies, I did not know that.

She suffered terribly.

Jules, why were you at the Wadsworths? Oh, Dolly Wadsworth's birthday

party.

Her 90th, would you believe?

Sounds like a blast.

It was.

Will I lose my licence?

Right now, losing your licence may be the least of your worries.

We need you to explain the body in the boot of your car.

What?

There was a body of a young woman found in the boot of your car, seen.

We want to know who she is and how did she get there.

This must be some kind of sick joke.

Jules, we really need to know who she is.

No, I don't know.

I don't know anything about this, I swear.

Okay, I did not know about her mother.

Do you believe her story?

Do I believe the only thing Jules has put in the boot of her car in the past

24 hours was an antique French ottoman?

That's a good question.

I run a little vintage store.

Buying and selling bits and bobs. All very high-end, of course. Of course.

Yesterday I was on a mission to find a very particular item for Charles

Wadsworth, as it happens.

An ottoman for one of the guest bedrooms at the manor. I found just the right

thing at an auction in Riverstone. Pure luck.

That was early afternoon.

Then I drove back to Brokenwood, collected my costume for the party from

the costume hire.

It was a costume party.

Dolly was very firm.

Everybody had to dress up to represent one of the many decades she's lived

through. I chose the 1970s disco glam.

Anyway, went home, got changed.

Then I must have arrived at the Wadsworths around five.

With the ottoman in the boot?

That's right.

How do you know Dolly?

I met Charles through the business. I could tell he was a customer worth

cultivating. Dolly's his grandmother.

I just wish I had her energy. Honestly, I'm surprised the party ended when it

did. When was that?

1.32.

Couldn't say for sure.

But I know I was the last to leave.

Charles was already upstairs in a bit of a grump.

Yottaman looked amazing, but he thought I'd overspent.

And Belinda was the worst for wear. Charles' sister.

Where is everyone?

Gone, I think.

Is it bedtime?

I think it might be.

Has it always been this many stairs?

Come on.

Helped her to a room, got her settled.

You're so drunk.

Feet.

Then I left to drive home.

I didn't stop to murder anyone on the way.

Here we go again.

Have you been here before?

A few years ago.

Another body that turned up where it shouldn't have?

While a group of locals were role-playing a hybrid game of Cluedo.

The owners were away, wintering on the continent, don't you know?

Why is that hearse here?

Who are you?

Mike Shepherd, Brokenwood CIB.

We're here in relation to a suspicious death.

Suspicious my ass, he choked on his own bile.

Charles, you're wanted by the police.

Better come inside.

This is Victor Cantrell. He's an old friend of my grandmother's. Not as old,

you understand.

Ah, good man.

And this is Roger Plummer.

We've met.

On several occasions.

Where's Dolly got to?

She's out on the veranda.

Please, have a seat.

The body we saw being carried out.

Oh, poor old Jaunty.

Jonathan Wadsworth, Dolly's brother.

Ah. It's a blessing, really. He'd been ill for a very long time.

There isn't a problem, is there?

His doctor's been and gone. Natural causes all of a board.

I'm sure.

Do you mind me asking why you're here?

I came for Dolly's party last night.

I stayed over in a spare room. I do that sometimes.

Yes, I remember.

Oh, that'll be Lucas checking up on me. I said I'd be home first thing, but do

you mind?

Lucas?

Coffee?

Oh, you are a darling.

Do you mind if I...

My condolences. I'm sorry about your brother.

The timing's obviously very poor, but we're here in relation to another death.

Oh.

And I thought you were here to pour the coffee.

Excuse me.

We need a word.

DC Chalmers.

You are?

Tomuka. Tomuka Makoe.

I was Mr. Wadsworth's nurse.

Tomuka, is there anyone else there? Only me.

Belinda. Belinda Wadsworth.

You're a detective?

Conducting inquiries into an unexplained death. John T.

But he was... Do you have time for a quick chat?

Of course.

If you don't mind.

Of course. Ladies first.

I wish I could help. I'm sorry.

If she were here, then she had a damned cheek turning up uninvited.

I think I'd remember seeing someone so pretty.

Or with them.

This is all a bit much before breakfast.

No, I've never seen her before.

If she was at the party, I wouldn't have seen her. I was upstairs.

All night?

With Mr Wadsworth.

Who was she?

We don't know.

Jules Fahey was involved in a car accident in the early hours of this

morning. This young woman was found in the boot of her car.

God, let's rather confront him.

Is Jules okay?

She will be.

She's in hospital for observation.

She swears she's never seen this woman before in her life.

Neither have I.

I assume that was your next question.

Yes, yes, I saw her here last night.

Are you sure?

Positive. It must have been around 11 o'clock.

The party was in full swing.

I needed a drink. I was craving a decent red.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Really, Dolly, you must be able to do better than this.

Nothing personal. You're doing a marvellous job. Leave the poor boy

alone. Help yourself to the wine cellar. You know where the key is, you old snob.

Can I help?

Oh, no, no. Don't mind me.

I had the distinct impression...

I was interrupting something.

Charles gave me this.

For your next very important party, Prentice VIP Catering.

Catchy. Owned and operated by a Trent Prentice. He was here last night

supervising his staff.

I'm messaging you his address now.

Going somewhere.

Hope I'm right in assuming we're free to go about our business.

My great-uncle's funeral to organize.

We're going to need a little bit more of your time.

Detective Sims and Chalmers will take full stand.

She must.

We must.

This is Mike Shepard.

Greenwood C.O.B.

Can I have a word?

Yeah.

She, um... She worded for me last night at the Wadsworths.

Her name's Zara.

Last name?

I don't know.

It'll be on your paperwork, surely.

Do you have it handy?

Right.

No paperwork.

That'll explain the bundle of cash in her pocket.

Yeah, well, it was just for one night and I needed someone in a hurry. And

Zara just happened to turn up out of the blue?

Pretty much.

Yeah, someone had just called in sick for work.

Sorry. There's nothing going.

You can try the Ponzi wine bar down the road at 10 to 1 now. They have the same

story.

Thanks anyway.

Sorry about that. Wait a sec.

Are you looking for work?

It was the night before the party. I was desperate. She was keen.

Did you talk to her much?

Or did she tell you anything about herself?

Not really.

She said that she'd done five years of hospital. That was obviously a crock.

I was going to put her on drink service, but when she turned up at the Wadsworth,

she wasn't really dressed for it, so I kept her in the kitchen.

Dishes, bit of prep, and even that was pushing it.

She spent more time knocking back drags than she did cleaning glasses.

Did you notice anything else out of the ordinary?

Did she talk to any of the guests at all?

No, she was in the kitchen all night.

Until when?

Sitting the staff home around quarter to one.

Do you know how Zara was travelling?

Just on foot.

And you saw her leave?

Yeah.

Do you recall if she was wearing shoes?

Shoes.

Yeah, I think so.

You let a young woman who'd been drinking wander off into the night down

an isolated country road.

I said I'd drive her myself, but she wasn't keen, so I offered to call her a

taxi and she wouldn't let me.

So you don't know where she was living or where she was staying? She never

said.

Mr. Prentice, I would appreciate it if you would come down to the station and

we could detail all this in a witness statement.

What? Now?

Now would be good.

Mate, I've got work on.

The woman is dead, Mr. Prentice.

I get that, but I've already told you everything I know.

So? Unless you're going to charge me with something, I'm going to get on with

my day.

Trent Prentice is, at best, a reluctant witness.

But he claims he saw Zara walking away at 12.45am.

Yet, less than an hour later, she was somehow back at the Wadsworths and lying

dead in the boot of Jules Fahey's car.

Unless her body was placed in the back of the car after Jules' accident, not

before. While Jules was still at the wheel?

Asleep or semi-conscious, it's possible.

Well, I'm coming up blank on young woman named Zara living in the Brokenwood

area. If she was looking for work, maybe she's new in town.

And without ID, we can't be sure Zara's her real name.

Gina's sent DNA off to the database in the hopes that there's a match.

On present evidence, one of these two was the last to see her alive.

But so far, we have nothing to connect Zara to Jules.

Other than the fact they were both at the Wadsworths last night.

Where, if Jules is to be believed, their paths never crossed.

Ah, yes, the Wadsworths.

Not quite what I was expecting.

Yeah, I always assumed that they were a couple, but no, brother and sister.

And that house has been in the family forever.

Old family money.

Yeah, according to Dolly, a lot of it was lost in the Depression.

Then Dolly and Jonty's father made it all back from tobacco in Rhodesia.

Sounds like you got the whole family history.

Oh, yeah.

Charles and Belinda were just little when their parents died in an avalanche

in Switzerland on the slopes of St.

Moritz.

It was awful.

Just awful.

I bought them back here and did my best.

They never wanted for anything.

But money doesn't replace the locks like that, does it?

What I can make out, the house and what's left of the family fortune

belonged to Dolly's brother.

Jonathan Wadsworth.

Who died late last night, having spent the last two years of his life in bed

after suffering a series of strokes and various other complaints.

Diabetes, sciatica.

Who'd you get this from?

His nurse, Tamuka.

Confirmed by Roger Plummer.

And then there is Victor Cantrell.

Ah, yes.

The boy wonder.

That's what he was called back in the day.

Do you have any idea what she's talking about? No.

Oh, so you didn't get the whole family story after all.

Well, the Wadsworths may have made their money from tobacco, but Dolly and Jonty

were the black sheep of the family.

They were a double act.

New Zealand's own brother and sister singing sensation.

And they were quite big back in the day. Records, tours, TV shows, all of that.

Victor was their protégé and proud of it.

Plucked from obscurity at the tender age of 14.

One week I'm tiptoeing through Canon and D major at Mrs. Frobisher's piano

academy. The next I'm playing the go-go club and developing a taste for rum and

coke.

Happy days.

Poor old Jonty.

Hard to believe he's no longer with us. Especially with Dolly still being in

such fine fettle.

Oh, you should have heard her last night. The top notes are gone, of

course, but the star power, undimmed.

Apparently, Dolly belted out a song or two at the party.

I would have liked to have seen that.

Well, you still can.

A nurse set up a live feed of the party for Johnsy to watch from bed.

It was Dolly's idea.

I'm not sure if it was meant to be entertainment or torture.

Here we are, Mr Wadsworth.

All set.

Testing.

Testing.

One, two, three.

Testing. Oh God, help me.

Testing.

It'll be recorded.

We'll need to get that link from Tamuka.

Mike Sheppard.

That feed could be helpful in tracking Jules.

Was she really at the party all night?

Okay, make sure that that's where she goes.

Jules has been discharged.

She was picked up by her fiancé, Charles Wadsworth.

Oh.

She's old enough to be his fiancé, obviously.

Uniform has instructed her to go to the Wadsworths, meet her there, walk her

through her movements.

I want to know every detail of what she did last night, starting with exactly

where her car was parked.

Here. Right here.

I parked the car, then I went inside.

Taking the ottoman with you?

No.

You told us you brought it with you.

Oh, I did.

And I wanted Charles to see it straight away, but I couldn't have carried it in

by myself.

So I went looking for him.

There you are, darling.

I need a hand with the ottoman.

The what?

Ottoman. It's a piece of furniture.

Smaller than a couch, bigger than a footstool.

Yes, I know what a bloody ottoman is.

Charles has more important things to be doing right now. We all do.

We're running out of time.

Oh, no, that doesn't look right at all, does it?

It's not your best work.

Never mind.

We have an actual living, breathing design guru in our midst.

Perhaps she'd like to lend a hand.

Could have done without the attitude.

But you have to understand, Belinda's very attached to Charles.

Silly, really, but I think she sees me as some kind of threat.

The ottoman?

I forgot all about it till later, when the party was dying down.

Can't this wait until morning? No.

I want you to see it and tell me how wonderful I am for finding it.

Spending all my money to buy it.

There.

Okay.

Tell you you're wonderful when we get it inside.

Do you want to grab that?

Did you close the boot to your car?

I don't remember.

Try. Could be important.

What's that?

Seaview Apartments, Unit 2.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

You were right, of course.

I'll try not to let it happen too often.

Cervical fracture.

death would have been instantaneous.

But here's what's really interesting.

This side of her body is badly bruised, indicating she fell from a considerable

height. She also registered very high alcohol reading.

Her death could have been the result of nothing more than a drunken stumble, or

the more interesting possibility... She was pushed.

We can only speculate.

Have it your way, you always do.

Sorry, what was that?

Have it your way, you always do.

I asked about missing keys.

The owner couldn't be sure. He's only had the place for a few weeks.

Another thing, Zara might not be Zara.

The apartment was paid for in advance by a credit card in the name of Virginia

McDougal.

Did anyone actually see this Virginia?

No, the apartments operate on a lockbox check-in system.

The other apartments are empty and the owner didn't see anyone arrive.

See if you can trace Virginia.

I'm heading back to the Wadsworths.

Mike! Victor and Dolly were just entertaining me with stories from their

showbiz days.

Boring the poor girl senseless more like it. It's the way you tell them.

I hear you're a big country fan.

Guilty?

Jonty and I nearly fled Nashville once, meant to be the start of a big American

tour.

Nothing ever came of it.

See what I mean?

Scintillating. Oh, we are popular.

Should I get more cups?

Not for me, please. I just come from a meeting with Jonty's lawyer. As you

know, I'm executor of the estate. I have copies of the will.

Oh.

We'll leave you to it.

Excuse us.

Oh, I'm sorry, your bike ride may have to wait.

I'm assuming Charles and Belinda are here somewhere?

Inside. Perhaps we should join them.

I spoke with Dolly.

She couldn't think of anyone at the party who would have stayed at the

Saviour Apartments.

Not that sort of crowd.

Of course, we don't know how long the key was here. It could have been dropped

months ago.

Although, surely the groundskeeper would have found it.

But if it was Zara's...

She was pushed from the balcony.

Then it could have fallen out of her pocket.

That miserable old bastard.

No, I'm not having this.

No, no way.

Lindsay.

Did you want something?

I wondered if I could go upstairs, take a look at the balcony.

Yeah, do whatever you need to do it and then leave us alone, please

Anything

nothing that

I can see

The owner of the Seaview Apartments said they'll be in touch if the occupants of

Apartment 2 show up.

Did you tell him she's found alternative accommodation at the Broken Wood Morgue?

We don't know that. We still don't have anything concrete to link the apartments

to our Jane Doe. And whoever Virginia McDougall is, she's not our Zara.

Virginia is 59 years old.

Lives out along the coast towards Pateke Point.

You got an address?

Yep.

I should put my jacket back on tonight.

Ah, DSS Mike Sheppard, Brokenwood CRB. Detective Kristen Sims.

We're looking for a Virginia McDougal. Yeah, that's me.

Ginny. We need to ask you a few questions.

About?

Can we... I'm going down the beach to get some mussels.

If I don't go now, the tide will be back in.

We have reason to believe that you recently paid for several nights

accommodation at the...

See view apartments?

Might have done. What of it?

Was it for yourself?

No, my daughter.

The caravan's not really big enough for guests.

And where is your daughter now?

If she's not at the apartments, I don't know.

When did you last see her? Would you mind telling me what this is all about?

We're following a lead regarding...

the suspicious death of an unidentified young woman.

What's your daughter's name, Ginny?

Gaia.

Has Gaia gone by any other name?

I wouldn't know, but probably.

We're not exactly close.

I need to show you something. It's a photograph of the dead woman, so it

could be disturbing to you.

Maybe we should go back to your caravan and... Show me.

Oh my god.

Oh my god, no.

Is there anyone else we should contact?

Guy's father, perhaps?

He doesn't know she exists.

Are you sure about that?

You told me you'd been estranged from Guy for years.

Maybe she reached out to him without you knowing.

Maybe. I don't know.

I wish I'd never told her his name. I didn't for years and she always held it

against me.

She didn't understand that I was trying to protect her.

From what?

The sort of man he is.

The world he lives in.

What world is that?

A world built on the proceeds of a deadly drug.

You must have seen something in him once.

He had his uses.

for one night, but I didn't really know who he was, what he was, when

I found out I didn't want anything to do with him.

And I tried to make sure that Gaia didn't either.

Can I ask the name of this person?

Jonty.

Jonathan Wadsworth.

Gaia left home as soon as she could.

I hadn't seen her for years.

No emails, no phone calls.

And she suddenly turned up at my place, begging to stay and asking for money.

Hey, Mum.

What are you doing here?

What sort of welcome's that?

I wasn't thrilled to see her.

And you sent her away.

I paid for the apartment.

I thought I was doing the right thing.

He's a keeper?

My penance for staying out all night. Old nonsense.

He volunteered.

I won't keep you long.

I really don't know what I can add to my statement.

I should have said I'm here about Jonathan Wadsworth's will.

Oh, I see.

It was as much of a surprise to me as it was to anyone.

I don't actually know what's in it, strictly speaking. I need a warrant to

find out.

But I'm hoping as executor you'll be able to tell me what I need to know.

He told me the whole story happily enough.

Said it was too good not to share.

Lucas, please.

I'll be out the back if you need me. Take your time.

I really only have the one question.

Did Jonathan's will make provision for a daughter that the rest of the family may

not have known about?

Her name's Guy.

As far as I'm aware, Jonty never set eyes on her.

But it didn't stop him leaving her the house.

Officially, she was never a Wadsworth, but she was Jonty's daughter.

Wow.

Did Gaia have any idea who she was working for last night?

We don't know.

Ginny wasn't much help on that score.

Jonathan and Gaia dying within hours of each other suddenly seems like a way

bigger coincidence than it did this morning.

Especially with Gaia being named in the will. Who will get her share now that

she's dead?

I'm assuming it will be distributed amongst the other beneficiaries.

Jonty's lawyer is Dennis Buchanan.

Oh, my God.

I've made an appointment with him tonight.

Well, if we were looking for a motive, I think we just found one.

Someone wanted Gaia out of the way in order to inherit.

Someone that not only knew who Gaia was, but also knew she was in the will.

Could be any one of them.

Back so soon?

Following up on new information.

If it's not inconvenient for you.

What sort of a name is Gaia anyway?

She doesn't seem to have been too keen on it either.

When did you first find out about her?

This afternoon.

Was I surprised? Not really.

Chaunty was an old goat. He could have fathered any number of sprogs we don't

know about.

But Guy was the only sprog named in the will.

With a claim on the house.

I see.

You think I wanted to get rid of her.

I'm just asking questions.

You remember that tour to the States I told you about?

The one that didn't happen?

I turned my back on the wards worth millions a long time ago, and if... if

Jonty were here, he'd tell you I ruined his life at the same time.

You broke up the act.

Jonty felt I'd betrayed him, and... Daddy Dearest did too.

It was made very clear to me that the house would be Jonty's to do what he

wanted with.

So, if I don't seem...

Overwhelmed with grief at my brother's passing.

Perhaps you can understand why.

Yeah, look, it was sorted years ago.

Dolly would live out her last days here, but the house would go to Belinda and I,

half each.

The new will must have come as a shock.

The will's the least of it. I mean, first I find out I have an arm I've

never heard of.

And then you tell me she died here last night.

It's definitely her.

We found her mother. She identified the body.

It's a lot to take in.

But at least you and Belinda won't have to contest the will.

Couldn't have anyway.

Children and grandchildren, yes.

Nieces and nephews, no chance.

You've obviously done your research.

I was straight on the phone to my lawyer.

You would have done the same.

Charles is furious.

And you're not.

I was.

We noticed.

On Charles' behalf, he needs this place.

I don't.

No? I'm engaged to Alistair Kincaid.

As in Kincaid's.

Oh, the construction company.

Right, so that's you sorted, is it?

If anyone had designs on being Lady of the Manor, it's Jules.

I take it you don't approve of your brother's choice of fiancé?

It's how obvious she is about it all.

Every antique that comes to the door is Jules marking her territory.

It's laughable, really.

I know why she feels vulnerable, and so would I, if I was her age, and engaged

to a catch like Charles.

Hmm. It is quite the age difference, isn't it? For a long time, Charles was a

mummy's boy without a mummy, and now he's found one.

What about Jules?

Did she know you were expecting to inherit half the house?

As it happens, yes.

What are you implying?

Have you forgotten where we found Guy's body?

And yet you haven't arrested her.

No.

We haven't.

The last time I was here, the Wadsworths had a housekeeper.

Fatty Brenda.

Please tell me she's still behind bars.

To the best of my knowledge.

On the QT, I don't think Jonty could afford to replace her.

I do what I can when I'm here. And I don't expect any reward for it.

Least of all from Jonty's will.

I burned that bridge a long time ago when I sided with Dolly in breaking up

the act.

You said when you're here, you don't live here.

Oh, Lord, no.

Listen, I love Dolly to bits, but you'd have to pay me to put up with around the

clock.

And Jonty was worse.

Controlling, vindictive.

I could go on. I get the picture.

Tomoka deserves every cent coming to him.

The boy's a saint.

Tomoka's been named in the world.

No surprises there.

He was always more than Jonte's nurse.

How much do you know about Zimbabwe?

Only what I hear on the news.

Not so much these days.

Maybe that's a good thing.

I hope so.

I do know that Dolly and Jonte's parents made a lot of money there.

Back when it was still Rhodesia.

My grandfather was their cook.

They were very good to him.

Not every black servant could say the same.

Then everything changed.

The war.

I was too young to understand.

My father moved the family here to New Zealand when I was a baby.

The Wazirs were very kind to us.

Jonte helped me financially all through nursing school.

My father said it was guilt money.

choose not to think that way.

So when Jonty offered me a job, I couldn't say no.

It's an honour to look after someone in their last days.

I'm told you've been provided for in Jonty's will.

It isn't much, but enough to make a difference.

I'm very grateful.

Did Jonty ever mention a daughter to you?

No.

We were informed that Mr Wadsworth had a daughter at the wool reading.

So it came as a surprise?

Everyone was surprised.

You can imagine.

Okay.

Thanks for your time.

You're welcome.

Oh, I believe you set up a live feed of Dolly's party for Johnty to watch

online. He slept through most of it.

Would you mind sending me the link?

Okay, but why?

So we can get a sense of the party.

Sure.

Poor kid.

Looked like she was going to cry when I told her there was no work. When Trent

Prentice offered her something, it was like he'd saved her life.

Didn't quite work out that way.

So I hear.

Did you also happen to hear Trent tell her where the party was?

Did he mention the name Wadsworth?

No.

He asked for a pen and paper, wrote it for her.

Yeah.

Don't be late.

Is there a problem?

No, no. All good.

Thanks, Trudy.

That's what I like to see. A man who knows work-life balance.

And the virtues of a good Vinda Rouge.

Dennis, thanks for coming. It's not a pleasure in my company you're after.

Is this what you want?

Must be worth a glass of something pricey, surely.

You may have such a thing as a 50-year-old single malt here.

But do I need to take you to a real bar?

Possible. Just.

Best I can do.

Well, about this will.

It's all rather straightforward, really.

John T acknowledged Guy as his daughter and felt obliged to provide for her.

Why don't you talk some gentle persuasion?

John T wasn't keen on the idea.

Until I pointed out there's this pesky little thing called moral duty, which is

as old-fashioned as it sounds. But, as the law stands, Guy has a right to

expect proper maintenance and support.

So if Gaia wasn't included in the will, she could have contested it?

From what you're telling me, she was on the bones of her arse, which have only

strengthened her claim.

So for once in his life, the old boy did the right thing.

When was this written?

His latest one.

Just over a year ago.

But Gaia wasn't in an earlier will, but back then she would have only received a

few thousand dollars.

I did tell John T this wasn't enough, but he wouldn't be swayed.

Did he have a reason?

Well, from what I understand, Guy first made contact with him out of the blue

about five years ago and started hitting him up for cash right from the get-go.

Only, she never thought to use any of it to go and visit him, which is a bit of a

sore point, especially after he got ill.

In fact, they never actually met.

What changed between the two worlds?

In Jonty's mind, who knows?

Well, I have a copy sent over you tomorrow.

In the meantime, is there anything else you want from me before I move on to

somewhere more salubrious?

Heard that.

Well, you could hurry up the release of Jonty's bank records.

Oh, right.

Same again.

Statements are in from the rest of Trent Prentice's workers.

Apparently... He has a reputation for being a bit handsy with his female

workers. No wonder he struggles to keep staff.

Assume for a moment that Jules Fahey is a murderer.

She finds out about Gaia and kills her so that Charles doesn't lose his

inheritance.

What did she intend to do with the body?

What do we usually do with dead bodies? Birth them or burn them.

Has anyone checked Jules' backyard for a freshly dug grave?

Ah, forensics were all over her place yesterday. Nothing.

And what does she do with Guy's shoes?

Why take them off?

Well, she left her prints all over them when she was putting the body in the

boot and had to get rid of them. Why not dispose of them with the body?

Be handy to know what we're looking for.

When you searched Guy's apartment, did you come across any shoes at all?

No. So she only had the one pair with her.

Which means she would have been wearing them when she visited her mother.

Hello again.

Thanks for that.

A neighbour of Trent Prentiss claims she got up for a glass of water at 2am on

the night of the murder and saw Trent arrive home almost an hour later than he

told us.

Okay. Well, that's got to be worth a follow-up, surely?

Hello.

Sorry to bother you.

Oh, excuse me. I was hoping for a word with Detective Shepard.

Ah, well, he's not here.

Well, anyone, really.

Okay.

That would be me.

You go.

I'll stay.

Can I get you a coffee?

I'm afraid Detective Shepard and I may have been across purposes when we spoke

yesterday.

To tell the truth, I was still a little under the weather.

I remember telling him I was surprised as anyone.

by the contents of Jonty's will.

That isn't quite true.

OK.

The family didn't know about Gaia, but I did.

Jonty told me years ago after she first made contact.

It was all very confronting for him.

He didn't feel he could tell Dolly or any of the others.

Right, so he talked to you.

Not that I was much.

I did advise him to get a DNA test, which thankfully the girl agreed to.

It confirmed Jonty as her father.

Okay, so when you say you're surprised by the will... It was the change

to the will. It wasn't the change I was expecting.

Sorry, I don't follow.

Last year, Jonty appointed me as his financial power of attorney.

At the same time...

He advised me that he intended to remove Gaia from his will completely.

I was told to deny any future requests for financial help.

I was to write to her telling her the money well was dried up and that she

wasn't to make contact with Jonty again.

No letters or emails that she sent would ever reach him.

Now this doesn't make any sense.

You have a work hospital, mate?

You need to wind down at the end of a shift.

So you didn't come straight home?

All right, you caught me.

I went for a drive.

By myself.

Where to?

To the beach at Paddocky Point.

Parked up, smoked a joint.

That's it.

It's close to your cameras out that way.

So?

Do I look worried?

One more question.

When Zara left the Wadsworths that night, was she carrying a bag?

Um, yeah, a shoulder bag. Why?

Thanks for your help.

Did you believe him?

About the joint?

Definitely.

Gaia's shoes, as described by Ginny.

And as drawn by you. It's very Andy Warhol.

That's how he got started. That's for shoes.

Anyway, Dr Plummer's new statement.

John T told him he'd lost faith in Gaia wanting any sort of relationship and

that she was only interested in bleeding him of cash. John T turns around and

leaves Gaia the house.

Yeah, so either Gaia did something to win back favour or... Charles and

Belinda fell from grace.

Run a check on them both.

News stories.

court records over the last year or so.

Anything that might have shifted Jonte's opinion of them.

Ah, and you've got a party to go to.

The link to the live feed's in your inbox.

Can't wait.

There we are, all done.

Yes.

Detective.

Don't look so worried. I'm just here to return your phone.

Oh, and I'll take this while I'm here.

I'll need a receipt.

Of course.

Done.

How'd you get on?

Charles Wadsworth and his business partner got done for fraud. The

conviction predates John T's will by just a few days.

Charlie was lucky to escape prison, but his mate didn't get off so lightly. And

get this.

Charles' business partner is Alistair Kincaid, Belinda's fiancée.

Thanks. Good to know.

Yes? Thanks.

We were convicted on a technicality.

Okay, I paid my fine.

Alistair's serving his sentence.

Not as if I'm hiding anything.

It's all a matter of public record.

How did your great-uncle react at the time?

Ah.

Did he immediately call his lawyer and disinherit me?

I doubt it.

To be honest, I think he was past caring at that point.

Excuse me.

This is the real Zolushka moment.

Zolushka is the Russian version of the Cinderella story.

Much superior.

Whatever happens, just don't expect happily ever after.

Unfortunately, she won't be able to go to the ball.

We lifted two sets of prints.

Guy's and someone else's. Well, my money's on Jules Fahey.

Which reminds me.

A sample of Jules Fahey's handwriting, which is... not a match.

Well, this should cheer you up.

Hello, darling.

I feel groggy and weary and tragic, punchy and bleary and fresh out

of magic, but alive, but alive, but alive.

I feel twitchy. Yeah, she does. Go on a bit.

Are you just Miss Dolly's big number?

Oh, shame.

Oh,

but wait, there's more.

Remember how Tomoka told us he didn't spend any time downstairs?

Careful.

Stop, stop it. Alex, come back with me. I can't. Stop.

Check out Chuckles in the background.

I hate to break up the party, but we have a visitor.

Something you want to tell us, Trent?

Yeah. I did see Zara again that night.

Gaia. Her real name is Gaia.

I did see her again.

After she left, I realised I'd underpaid her by 20 bucks.

I went to give it to her.

You told us that you didn't know where she was staying.

I was covering my ass.

I didn't want you to think that I'd been anywhere near her.

Like I told you, I tried to call a taxi for her.

What's your address?

Sea View Apartments.

Did you get that?

This is coming out of your pay, by the way.

Forget it, I'll walk.

I had some stuff to pack away.

Must have left about five past one.

And realising your mistake with Guy's pay, you drove straight to the Seaview

Apartments? Yeah.

No ulterior motive?

What do you mean?

You weren't hoping 20 bucks might buy you some extra time with her?

You're making it sound sleazy.

She was a good looking girl. I'm a single man.

So you thought you'd try it on?

What time did you get to the apartment?

About quarter past one, something like that.

There was a light on inside.

You heard a baby cry?

Yeah.

But I didn't stick around.

That's it. I swear.

So, uh, I didn't do anything wrong.

I don't accept lying in your original statement.

Jenny?

Jenny, are you here?

Sims?

Forensics came back.

Jules' prints are on Guy's shoes.

Bring her in. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Looking for something?

The woman that Trent saw at the apartment?

Not Gaia, but Ginny.

She finally told me the whole story.

Don't worry about the baby. I left him with a friend.

I have to go to my cleaning job soon.

I'll try not to keep you.

I told you, I hadn't seen Gaia for years.

Can I just come in?

What, so we can have the same old fight all over again? Please?

I need your help.

I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't desperate.

Yeah, and I know it.

I thought she wanted money or a babysitter.

But no.

I can't look after him.

I tried and I can't.

Where's the dad? He left.

I don't know how to find him.

I'm asking for your help. You're asking the wrong person. Go and see your

father. He doesn't want anything to do with me.

I sent her away.

I paid for the apartment for a couple of nights, told her that was all I could

afford.

But then the next night, I couldn't sleep.

I was worried about the kid.

So I went to check on him.

Hello?

Hello?

There was an open window around the back.

It's okay.

What kind of a mother leaves a tiny baby by itself?

A desperate one.

I had visions of her partying with the Wadsworths.

I was so angry.

I wanted to see her face when I turned up with the baby.

I calmed down by the time I got there.

I couldn't bring myself to go inside.

I saw someone on the balcony.

But when I turned back, whoever it was was gone.

I thought for a minute it was Jonty.

It couldn't have been though.

He was too tall.

What did you do next?

I drove home.

With the baby?

He'll have a better life with me than he ever would have with Gaia.

I wish you'd told me all this sooner.

And now she's worried about the father turning up to claim the baby. Who that

is, we don't know.

Gaia didn't say.

Does Jenny know when she was at the Wadsworth?

She was very specific about that.

1.46am.

And where was Gaia by then?

Trent used that road heading in the opposite direction 35 minutes earlier.

He should have passed Gaia.

But according to him he didn't.

Possibly because she sees him coming, steps out of the way into the trees.

Maybe that's how she lost her bag.

She put it down, begets it. She'd been drinking, remember?

Then she goes back to the house.

Why though? Why go back to the Wadsworths? To talk to her father, I

mean. They were estranged. She had some Dutch courage on board.

The contents of the bag might give us a lead.

But whatever the reason is, she makes her way upstairs.

Where she somehow falls off the balcony to her death.

But by the time Ginny drives up, she's dead on the ground next to Jules' car.

Could have just happened.

Ginny wouldn't have seen her.

So, you think the man Ginny saw on the balcony killed Gaia? The timing fits.

Assuming Ginny's telling the truth.

Jules Fahey has just dismissed her lawyer.

She's choosing self-representation.

Organise a search of the roadside between Wadsworth and Seaview

Apartments. That bag's still there. I want it found.

Are you sure about the lawyer? I don't need her. I've always felt that lawyers

imply guilt.

I'm not guilty of anything.

Pleased to hear it. But if you change your mind any time... I won't change my

mind. You know me well enough to know that whatever's happening here is a

simple misunderstanding.

These shoes were found in the Wadsworth grounds with your fingerprints on them.

We believe they belong to the deceased.

My fingerprints?

No. Yes.

Can you explain how they got there?

I don't know what to say. It makes no sense.

How did your fingerprints get on her shoes?

I really don't know.

Did you kill Gaia to prevent her from inheriting a majority share in the

Wadsworth estate?

No. Did you at any point hold Gaia McDougal by the feet?

No. Why would I do that?

Well, you might if you had to lift her into the boot of your car.

But I didn't. I've stated that.

Perhaps her shoes came off. Rather than put them back on, you decided to throw

them away.

This is laughable.

Something else is troubling us.

At the scene of the accident yesterday morning, I asked if there was anyone I

should contact for you. You said no.

In fact, you said not anymore.

You were asked the same question at the hospital and gave the same answer.

Yet, when you were discharged, you were collected by your fiancé.

Seems strange you didn't mention him.

If you must know, Charles broke up with me at the party.

Why?

He said... He said he wasn't worthy of me. He said I couldn't love him if I

knew what he'd done.

What did he mean?

Oh, I don't know.

Yet, the next day he picked you up from hospital.

He turned up pleading with me to take him back. Begged me not to tell the...

Not to tell the police what he'd said the night before.

He couldn't love me if he knew what I'd done.

He kind of meant killing Gaia.

Why not?

Well, if he had already done the deed and dumped the body in the back of

Jules' car, he'd hardly be talking about it a minute later.

It's more likely that he and Jules are in it together and she's trying to point

the finger of blame away from herself.

Look, the ugly truth is, there's a man in prison because I let him take the rap

for a fraud that was all my doing.

Alistair signed off on a few fake invoices, that's all. He didn't even

know what they were, but I convinced the court that he had cooked up the whole

schemes.

Though I meant what I told Jules.

I'm not good enough for her.

Yet the next morning you were begging her to take you back.

She'd just been in a terrible car accident. I felt sorry for her.

And all she has, it's understandable, isn't it?

And how does your sister feel about you sending a fiancé to prison?

Yes, well, that's another reason why Jules would be well out of it, because

Lindy will do anything she can to undermine whatever happiness I find.

Not that she actually cares a jot for Alistair. She's moved on.

Oh? Don't know why they bother trying to hide it.

Everybody knows.

Tamuka. Big secret.

Sorry, detective. Still nothing.

Okay.

What's he up to?

Funny sort of bike ride.

Mate, you all right there?

Got a puncture?

No, no, I'm good. Just taking it easy.

I never thought I'd say this, but thank you, Dennis Buchanan.

Oh, Jonathan's financial records.

Anything useful?

Hmm, a series of substantial payments to Gaia over a five-year period, stopping

abruptly about a year ago.

You know, about the same time Jonte changed his will.

I've been thinking about the man Ginny saw on the balcony, so I went back to

the live feed.

Victor leaves the ballroom at 1.29.

According to a statement, he left to go to the bathroom, but then he came back

five minutes later.

But we don't see it, because Tamuka turned off the live feed in Jonte's

bedroom at 1.30.

Here's something else I missed earlier.

This is timecode at 1.28.

just before Victor left the room.

What's she reacting to?

And where is she going?

Mike Sheppard.

Nice work.

Yeah, uh, no, be good. Thanks.

Guy's bag's been found.

Hmm. Not a bad drop.

But they were drinking at the party. I don't know what Dr Plummer was

complaining about.

Reckon Guy lifted it from the kitchen?

Dutch courage?

Before coming back to confront Jonty? Well, if she drank the whole thing, she

would've been off her face.

Drunk enough to drop her bag in a ditch?

Yeah, or fall from a balcony at least.

Hmm.

Winked.

Stick it in a bowl of rice. No.

That doesn't work, it's just a myth.

Have you ever tried it?

You'd be better off with a good strong fan.

Either way, you're not cracking into that baby for a bit.

Rice and a fan.

That work?

That might be.

But you are wasting your time now.

When a person's been deceased this long, their skin tone changes and the body

loses electromagnetic energy. There is very little chance that... You were

saying?

I'm happy for you.

Thanks. How are you placed for the rest of the day?

Is Beth still away?

Yeah, she's in Australia, back next week.

Actually... I'm expecting some downtime this afternoon. Great. I might have

another job for you. Let me call the coroner.

Ah, success.

Mike, you techno whizzier. Anything?

A couple of surprises.

And I found this. A death notice for Guy McDougall, dated over a year ago.

Okay.

So who's the woman in the morgue?

I'm not sure that's the right question to ask.

Did you meet with Belinda this morning?

Yep, and I showed her the video.

Seriously, that's when Jules and Charles were dragging that hideous ottoman

inside. It was so damn ugly I didn't want it in the house.

Now, I found this five minutes earlier.

If you listen closely you can hear voices over the noise.

That's the Ottoman arriving.

So what was Belinda really reacting to five minutes later? And why did she

bother to lie about it?

Go back and ask her.

Well, I would, but she won't be there.

Is that all?

I have a funeral to go to.

Nice they let you out of the clink, dear.

It was a misunderstanding.

Deny, deny, deny.

That's the way.

Already?

Dolly's booked a holiday to Europe. Birthday present to herself. She flies

out tomorrow.

Where's the service being held?

St. Judas.

All right, let's go.

Well... I'll explain on the way.

Sorry about this, but I need a word.

Can I ask?

Mike's referred Jonty's death to the coroner. The body won't be cremated till

after post-mortem.

If you'll excuse us, we need to speak with the family.

Detective Shepard.

Dennis, you're not at Jonathan Wadsworth's funeral?

Sadly, no, no. I'm with a client.

Did Jonathan ever tell you that he intended to remove Gaia from the world

completely? Not a chance. As I said, moral duty prevailed.

Okay. Thanks for your time.

Right.

Nude scuba diving.

I'm fascinated. Tell me more.

Well, it's best in the tropics.

Dad, I need to talk to you.

When I told Jaunty to hurry up and die, I didn't mean it.

I was a cantankerous old bully, but he was still my brother.

The only one I ever had.

I understand.

That girl, on the other hand, she had to go.

I had spent the best years of my life dragging up two grandchildren to see

their futures snatched away by some money-grubbing little...

And who helped you put the body in Jules' car?

Hmm.

And why try and frame your grandson's fiancée?

Who you're trying to protect?

Dolly?

Tamuka? What?

Nice try, but you're too late. He'll be in custody by now.

These photos are from Guy's phone.

Perhaps you'd like to explain the intimate relationship you had with a

woman you claimed never to have met.

We met last year.

In the city.

By chance?

No.

John T.

Mr. Wadsworth, he sent me to find her. Why?

He'd sent her a lot of money over the years without meeting her. He wanted to

know what she was doing with it. He was worried about drugs.

I didn't expect to... to what?

To fall in love.

Oh.

Love, was it?

It was only one week.

But it was the happiest week of my life.

One week, and then what happened?

Couldn't stay.

Had to come back to Brokenwood. To report back to Gaia's father?

Zara. She called herself Zara.

And what did you call yourself?

You obviously didn't use your real name, or she would have been able to track you

down when she realised she was pregnant.

Tom.

So perhaps it wasn't love after all.

When did you learn about the baby?

Tomoko Not until the night the

other night the night night guy died what happened

She came upstairs she must have been looking for jaunty

Tom

I couldn't understand why I was there.

I didn't know what to tell her.

She was drunk.

I didn't want Jaunty to hear us, so I took her out to the balcony to talk.

Tom, what are you doing in this place?

Keep your voice down.

I'm not Tom.

My name is Tomuka.

Tomuka?

Okay, weird. What are you doing here? That's for me to know and you to find

out. Stop.

All right, cut it out. Why are you here?

I had your baby.

What? You heard?

I had your baby.

I don't believe you.

I'll show you the photos.

She couldn't find her phone.

Oh, I left my stupid bag on the side of the road.

Then I realized we weren't alone.

Your new girlfriend.

Face to face with the mother of your child.

Did Belinda know about your relationship with Zara?

I didn't tell her.

But she found out a few months ago.

How?

Same way you did.

By looking through private photos on someone else's phone.

Yours?

I told her she was just some girl I met on holiday.

I told her it was all over, but she didn't believe me.

And now suddenly... Zara was right there in front of her.

Baby, what baby?

Uh-oh, you're in trouble now.

She's a jealous type.

What baby?

I don't know. I don't know what she's talking about. So glad I came back. This

is going to be awesome. You had a baby with this woman?

With her?

With me.

I swear, I don't know what she's on about. Come on, you two, fight.

Fight.

You're all lying to me. Fight. I'm not.

Fight.

I could tell she was dead.

I didn't know what to do.

Then I heard a car coming up the road.

So you panicked?

Jules' car was right there.

The boot was open.

Then what did you do?

I heard the car that had just arrived drive off again.

Then I heard a car door.

I ran out onto the balcony and saw Jules drive away with... With Gaia in the

boot.

Belinda was a mess.

I think she went to her room.

You don't know?

I had to get back to Jonty.

He'd been breathing poorly all night.

I had a feeling the end was near.

If Tamuka's telling the truth, he's an innocent bystander.

He could have come clean a lot sooner.

Well, without having to explain his relationship with Gaia to the

Wadsworths. I'm not sure he's so innocent. How much are nurses usually

paid? Not enough.

John T's most recent bank statements.

Dolly, Mike Sheppard.

Detective, how can I help?

I was wondering to have another chat with Belinda. Is she there?

Yes, she is.

Tell her I'm on my way.

I'll do that.

Bye.

Ah, Gina. How'd you get on?

You were right. Again.

This is all very cosy.

I feel like another soiree coming on.

Before that, Belinda has requested the opportunity to talk to you all.

I wanted you to know that I... I didn't know that Guy was Jonty's daughter. I

just knew her as the woman in the photos on Tamuka's phone.

The woman he'd had an affair with.

I was jealous of Guy before I even set eyes on her.

And when

I did, I

found her on the balcony with Tamuka.

And they were talking about a baby.

Baby what baby?

Uh-oh, you're in trouble now.

She's a jealous type.

What baby? I don't know. I don't know what she's talking about. So glad I came

back. This is going to be awesome. You had a baby with this woman?

With her?

With me? I swear I don't know anything about this. Come on, you two, fight.

Fight. You're all lying to me.

I'm not. Fight.

It was an accident.

Very likely.

Then a...

car arrived. It was Gaia's mother, Ginny, looking for her.

Jules' car was parked nearby with the boot open.

It was Tomuka's idea to hide the body there.

For reasons of his own, he couldn't afford to be implicated in her death.

Gaia's shoes came off in Belinda's hands.

At first we thought Belinda had thrown them in the garden, but...

No. Meanwhile, Charles was upstairs breaking up with Jules.

Which means that the gathering downstairs had dwindled to a party of

three.

Or was that only two?

Dolly and Dr Plummer had fallen asleep on the sofa.

The live stream shows Victor leaving the ballroom just before 1.30.

Victor went upstairs to see what was holding up Charles.

Charles and Jules didn't see Victor.

And when Jules left to drive home, the only person she talked to was Belinda.

She helped her to bed.

Helped take off her gloves and her shoes.

Except they weren't Belinda's shoes.

They were Gaia's.

And now Jules's fingerprints were all over them.

Then the shoes were planted in the grounds for us to find later. It wasn't

my idea.

No, nor was it Tomuka's. He was busy with Jonte.

So you turned to the only other person who knew what had happened.

The same man Gaia's mother saw on the balcony.

I saw it all.

It was a stupid accident.

And it could have stayed that way, but not after Gaia's body was placed in the

back of Jules' car.

And especially not after you persuaded Belinda to implicate Jules even more.

And all this time, the one person who could have stopped this charade said

nothing.

Instead, he went out of his way to conceal his connection with Gaia.

Knowing that her phone contained photos of him, he went searching for her bag.

And what was Tamuka's relationship with Gaia?

He told us he met her in the city last year. He was sent there by Jonti,

effectively to spy on her. But that doesn't explain this.

Gaia's death notice.

They did a full year before her actual death.

We contacted Births, Deaths and Marriages today, and their records show

a request.

for a death registration form from Tamuka's email account.

The form was never submitted.

Probably because the death notice alone was enough to convince Jonte that his

daughter was deceased.

Which was the real reason Tamuka was sent to find her?

To kill her?

I never would have done it. Never. Maybe not.

But you persuaded Jonte that you had.

Hence the vastly inflated payments for nursing services that began as soon as

you returned to Brockwood.

Not to mention the little top-up in Jonty's will.

I don't understand what's going on. Why would Jonty want Gaia dead and then

leave her the house?

Precisely because if Gaia wasn't alive, she couldn't inherit.

It was also a way of deflecting suspicion from any involvement in Gaia's

supposed... death.

Or maybe he just wanted you all to have the shock of reading the will, thinking

you'd lost the house.

For Tomuka, Gaia turning up here was a disaster.

Her accidental death even more of one.

Had Jonty survived the night he would have found out about Gaia's presence the

same way you all did.

When we turned up.

So there was only one thing to do.

A little extra insulin, confirmed by the pathologist. Just enough to kill him,

but not enough to be detected by the attending doctor.

Oh, my God.

Tamuka Makuae, I need you to come down to the station for further questions in

relation to the death of Jonathan Wadsworth.

Perhaps, just perhaps, Tamuka was thinking of someone other than himself.

His son.

Yeah, the new owner of Wadsworth Manor.

Until Charles and Belinda contest the will.

And make the Dennis Buchanans of this world a little richer.

I thought they weren't entitled to contest it. Well, if Jonty promised them

the house, they might still make a claim.

I can't see them giving up without a fight. Not those two.

Found it in the op shop. Dolly and Jonty's greatest hits.

Shall we? Could there be a bit of time?

We'll build our love while we're here While hopes are high

and sweet sounds are sung And our love can grow

All through the years With very few heartaches With very few tears Though

others may laugh And say we're too young Our love will stay When

all's said and done And this love will be

All through the years With very few heartaches With very few tears With very

few heartaches With very few tears