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Thanks again for doing this.

I had nothing better to do on a Saturday morning.

What's Missy up to?

Working.

Tough life for some.

I know you don't have any friends, so happy to help. Hey.

I have friends, alright, they're all busy today and they told me they'd text

me if their plans changed.

Why am I walking backwards? You go up first.

Here we go.

Oh, you do have a friend.

Shut up.

Oh, that can't be a coincidence, can it?

Please, no.

Damn. Damn.

I'm moving house today. Sorry, something just didn't seem right.

I

really

hope this isn't just a heart attack.

Thanks. Bye.

If I was to hazard a guess, which I never do, I would say a heart attack.

Do you want me to give Aiken a bit of a slap?

No, no. Allow me.

But what about the blood, though? The source of the heart attack?

How does that work?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Yes.

Two likely causes.

Firstly, I deduce that he stumbled.

force heavily into the upturned chair leg, hitting his perineum, causing a

sudden but violent shockwave up his artery, straight to his heart, bursting

his age.

Mm-hmm. And what's your second theory?

That he was repeatedly kicked in the private parts by a prostitute wearing

steel-tipped cowboy boots.

This could cause the same injury.

That's a lot of deducing there, Gina. If Mike was here, he would understand.

Where is Mike?

He's heading south on a road trip with Beth. Why?

It's the weekend.

Somewhere nice, I hope.

Don't know about that.

He's getting a divorce.

From Beth?

I didn't know they were married yet.

No, not from Beth. From his ex-wife.

Oh my God, Mike, he's a bigamist?

No. He's a Mormon?

No. No, he's just complicated.

Wait. Beth is going with Mike.

to see his ex-wife for a divorce.

Is that a good idea?

Well, I bet she's asking herself the same thing right about now. Thankfully,

I gave her my lucky charm.

It will keep her safe.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Granted, it's not the most conventional arrangement.

After this is done, this whole idea of going back to Tiraha Bay, have you

thought about it?

It's a great opportunity.

Yeah, but you have to want it too.

I do.

I actually do.

Change your pace. It's going to be good.

You're absolutely sure that she wanted me to come?

I told you, she insisted.

Mike Sheppard?

Well, hello, stranger.

Tabitha? Guess where I am?

You're on the phone?

Yes, I'm on the phone.

Up a tree.

You're up a tree.

Well, it's the only place I can get one of these god-awful things to work around

here. Borrowed it off a neighbour.

You know how much I hate phones.

Well, at least you called. I got your letter eventually, thanks.

So you'll come?

Come where?

Well, here, silly. Where else?

I can't drive all that way.

Why? Work?

Still always work, work, work, is it, Michael?

No, it's just... Just come.

Bring a copy of that stupid bureaucratic thing and I'll sign it for you and your

new special friend.

Tabitha, it's an eight-hour drive. Why don't you just post it?

Just come and see me, Michael.

One last time.

I'm with Beth now.

Well, bring her too.

What? Bring her.

I want to meet her.

And I won't take no for an answer.

God, my ear is hot. Is that normal?

How do you people live with these satanic things? I'm going now, Michael.

I'll see you soon.

Michael.

Don't even think about it.

Oh, she sounds... Eccentric?

I was going to say interesting.

It is so slightly scary.

Oh, she's not scary.

She's just very... principled.

Yeah, well, she's right about one thing.

Work, work, work.

I feel like we're off to slay the dragon.

It'll be fine.

Nancy Jacks?

Yes?

Detective Kristen Semmes, Rockingwood CIB.

Would you mind if I came inside?

It's my husband.

I'll give you a moment.

You see what I see?

Well, no one sees things quite like you do, Gina.

Thank you. That is true.

I see she's wearing cowboy boots.

You think that... Maybe a bit of marital hanky-panky went too far.

And she...

and leave to her husband to die.

You can have that one for free.

I'll keep it in a special place.

Bloody Shepard, I don't believe this.

It's Marcus, isn't it? Marcus Donovan. Yeah.

Yes.

This is Ben. Oh, hello.

Hi.

Marcus used to run several establishments in Brokenwood. Indeed I

did. Had a run of bad luck, you know, so.

Thought I'd up six and move eight hours south to get away from it all. Change of

pace and all that. And look who shows up. Mike Bloody Shepard.

How the hell are you, buddy?

Ah, we're fine.

Thanks, Marcus.

No one died, did they?

Oh, that's not why we're here, no.

Good. Well, you're number three. It's just down this way.

God, it's so good to see a familiar face down here.

Anyway, welcome to Lost Valley.

A great place to come to lose yourselves, lose your troubles, or lose

your mind.

No, seriously, I'll leave you to settle in.

Oh, if you did want to hang out later, do you know where to find me?

As I said, it can get a bit quiet around here.

Thanks, Marcus. Very generous. Thank you.

Could you give us directions to Fortitude Gallery?

Why would you want to head up there?

We're just visiting a friend.

Oh, Tabitha?

You know her?

Well, everyone knows Tabitha.

After the next valley, there's an access road off to the left. Cuts right

through.

Good luck with that.

Oh, get the bags.

Thought you'd still be on the road.

Left at 4am, just arrived.

I want this to be a very quick visit.

I saw an alert on my phone about a call out to the Brokewood Motel.

Oh well, it's all in hand.

Unexplained death, probably just a freak accident. We're still waiting on the

post-mortem.

Well, keep it posted.

Mike, don't you have far more delicate matters to attend to rather than to be

worrying about some unlucky bloke falling off his chair?

Still, you need anything.

happy divorce or whatever it is they say.

Oh, thanks.

You think it's a little weird that a man is found dead in a motel less than 40

minutes from his home?

Yes, I do, which is why I broached it with his widow when I dropped her home.

We're just taking some time out.

Been getting on each other's nerves.

About?

God, nothing, everything.

Money, bills, life.

Kids.

How old are your kids?

Nine and eleven.

Mum's just taken them for some ice cream.

Haven't told them yet.

So yeah, we argued and then he said he was heading over to Broken Wood to check

into a motel.

Had that sort of thing happened before?

Once or twice.

Next thing you know, he orders a pizza, groins himself on a cheerleague, and

it's goodnight nurse.

Hey, um, there's nothing more to do while we wait for the post-mortem, so...

Ah.

I see where this is going.

Shame none of your friends showed up. You know, busy people.

Tip it up.

Give me a break.

Gina. I was right.

Heart trauma?

Yes.

Okay, good.

Well, um, file that with the coroner and we can all get on with our day.

No, you don't understand.

I was right in more ways than one.

You must come and I will explain.

No, Gina, if it is natural causes, it's fine. This man, he didn't just die.

He was killed.

I'm getting changed again, aren't I?

Yeah.

I was right about the heart trauma, but your theory about the chair leg was not

correct.

Well, actually, that was your theory.

Christine, please, this is serious.

The cause of the trauma was not blunt force impact.

Or steel-dipped cowboy boots.

A bullet.

Or bullet fragment, to be precise.

This victim was shot.

This tiny piece of twisted metal...

was all it took, lying in the aortic valve.

So you're saying the entry point was... The perineum.

Oh. Oh, yeah, that's, uh... Swollen, yes.

Luckily, he dressed to the left, or the damage would have been worse.

That's, um, it's not your typical bullet entry wound, though, is it?

Was not the whole bullet.

Only part of it.

There must be another fragment somewhere else.

A ricochet, perhaps.

But this fragment pierced the skin. It entered the aortic artery and crushed

the heart valve before coming to a rest.

Hints. No exit word.

Type of bullet?

I'm guessing 9mm.

But we wait for the test.

So handgun, not rifle.

We'll know more soon.

You want another look?

No. I think we're good. Thank you. Good.

We sign, we say a quick hello, we go. No need to get... Cut.

Oh, hello, weary travellers.

Tabitha. Oh, and you must be Beth. Hello.

Oh, look at you.

Still got this odd thing I see.

Some things don't change.

So it would seem.

Come with me, sweetheart.

Here we are.

Make yourselves comfortable.

Tea? Thanks.

But we won't stay long.

Oh, nonsense.

You've come all this way.

We must lunch together.

I absolutely insist on making lunch for you two.

I can catch up on old times.

And new.

Well, that would be lovely.

Oh, great.

Michael.

Shall we get this out of the way first?

Oh, yes, very well.

Gosh, I mean, let's not stand on ceremony.

Not that our ceremony was much, was it, darling?

I mean, Michael.

Registry office amidst a whirlwind of passion.

Well, that was until someone died and Michael was whisked off to work for two

weeks on a double homicide.

Still, eyes wide open, eh?

Right, I'll just go find a pen.

Oh, I have one.

Oh, Michael.

Well, I can't use that. It's plastic.

I don't use plastic.

I mean, look around.

Do you see anything plastic?

No. Gosh, how do you do that? Oh, commitment.

But I'm sure I've got a wooden pen around here somewhere. I'm just... Let

me see.

Oh, look, we're in luck.

Here we are. Wooden pen.

OK, right. Let's do this, shall we?

I'm Tabitha Shepard. That's me.

And Michael Shepard.

That's you.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Uh, maybe if you just, um... No, that's a brush.

Just here.

Ah.

Oh, well.

Pretty simple in the end, really, isn't it?

Would you believe it? Oh, I'm so sorry.

Apologies. But not to worry, though.

Owen at the local store will have one. You want me to drive back to the store?

Oh, would you?

Because I realise we need saffron as well.

It's one of the few things I can't grow around here.

Owen has a secret stash out the back.

Just tell him it's for me and he'll put it in the paper envelope.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Leave Beth with me. She can help me with lunch.

We can bond.

Mm-hm.

Windows are all locked.

The offender had to come and go via the front door.

Did the victim bring this or was it delivered?

Delivered. Estimated delivery 7.45pm.

A pizza delivery person could come and go without creating suspicion.

You're thinking there was a tussle over the pizza? Pizza guy pulls a gun, pops

him? Yeah, but given the entry point of the bullet, he'd have to have asked him

to lie down first.

Unless, and don't say no straight away,

Unless the victim tries to fend him off with a taekwondo kick.

The offender shoots him in the arm.

No.

Just working the angles. Yeah, and splitting your pants if you're not

careful. Okay.

Well, the shot may or may not have left residue, but it would have left an echo.

A gunshot must have reverberated around this place.

Not if they used a silencer. A pizza man hit job, you reckon?

Mm. It's not Ray Nielsen's usual style, though, is it?

It was a pretty quiet night.

906 was empty.

904 had a young couple in it celebrating an anniversary.

One year. Can you believe it? I said, wait till it's 20. You won't be booking

a room. You'll be booking couples therapy.

I will need their contact details.

Just thinking back to when you discovered Mr Jacks, did you notice

anything unusual in the room?

Other than him, no.

I thought he was just another lazy guest not observing the rules.

Checkout's clearly stated. It's 10 a.m. Mr. Jacks, we need to turn this room

around.

I'm coming in.

All natural, all powerful.

One pill gives hours of fun to you and your loved one.

ErectoMagic. Feeling the greater good through greater wood.

So the TV was on?

Yes. And you turned it off?

I just found a guest dead. I didn't want to hear an infomercial for male stamina

pills. Hardly seemed appropriate.

Did you touch anything else in the room? No.

And the door was definitely locked?

Of course.

And when someone walks out the door, it will always self-lock behind them?

Yes.

We will need to pull your CCTV footage.

Well, whatever gets you guys out of here soon works for me.

The Broken Wood Motel?

That would have been dust, and we had a few deliveries there last night.

Busy night, was it?

Roaring trade.

It's the new menu.

Doubling down on the whole avian theme.

Dustin should be back any minute.

Great worker.

Really embraces the porky pigeon ethos. Real stickability.

Why? Sometime after Dustin delivered the pizza, the recipient died.

Whoa!

Steady on.

Are you suggesting it was the pizza?

No. Because I've got a triple C plus food safety rating. And that took a lot

of work to get.

I'd like to talk to Dustin, see if he saw anything suspicious.

So it wasn't the pizza then?

No, Ray, it wasn't.

Well, that's a relief.

But I tell you, Dustin's not the sort of kid to get himself into trouble.

Dustin, DC Chalmers wants a word.

What? I said DC Chalmers here wants a word.

Do you remember delivering a pizza to this gentleman at the Broken Wood Motel

last night?

Yes.

And did you go inside the room?

No.

Did Mr. Jacks seem at all anxious?

No.

Hello,

Porky Pigeon Pizza!

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

No, it's Porky Pigeon Pizza.

Super fast, super taste, super man.

Hey, I just put on the bench.

Thanks.

Keep the change.

Works every time.

No one ever wants the change and I get to keep it.

So you did go inside the room.

Yeah, but only to drop off the pizza. Did you notice anybody else inside the

room? None that I saw.

And you made other deliveries to the Broken Wood Motel last night.

Did you see any person or persons perhaps lurking around?

What?

I said, did you see any person or persons perhaps lurking around outside

in the motel grounds?

Oh. No. Two bat-bird supremes and one iron-duck man.

I've got to go.

32 tonne more ave.

Thanks, Ray. Alright.

The whole, is it a bird, is it a plane?

That was my idea.

Simple business psychology.

Equating any superhero with a pizza and what have you got?

Aspirational pizza.

Does Dustin have a hearing impairment?

Well, he came in complaining of earache, but he's just young.

Young people. They don't know how to listen.

Hey, uh, that bloke in room 905, how'd he die?

Thanks, Ray.

Detective.

Long Island iced tea?

Flaming Sambuca?

Tequila slammer?

What's your poison?

Just an answer to a question, Trudy. Oh, I don't know.

Because you are often at pains to remind me.

I understand if Nella Richards works here.

What if she does?

Just like a quick word.

What's she done?

Nothing, as far as I know.

She's out there cleaning the ladies.

Thanks.

You're always so helpful, Trudy.

Floors wet!

Nella!

Remember me? Detective Kristen Sims.

Oh, yeah.

Can we have a word?

What about?

Well, if we talk, you'll find out.

Last night you stayed at the Brokenwood Motel in room 904.

Uh-huh. With Curtis Cooper?

Yeah, sir.

The manager said that you were celebrating an anniversary.

Uh-huh. One year?

Wait till it's 20.

You won't be booking a room, you'll be booking couples therapy.

Relax,

it's just a joke.

Enjoy yourselves.

Bit of a creep, I reckon.

Still, congratulations.

Were you aware of someone next door in room 905?

Yeah, they were playing the TV quite loud.

Kept changing the channel.

And did you two stay in all night?

Mm-hmm.

Did you hear any other loud sounds at any point?

Like what?

Bangs. Scream, perhaps.

From next door?

Yeah. No.

Why? We're investigating the suspicious death of a gentleman who was staying in

the room next to yours last night.

We're trying to piece together what happened.

Wow.

That's sad.

How did he die?

Gunshot wound.

You mean a suicide?

We're still working through the possibilities.

Can you tell me where I can find Curtis?

Why?

He might have heard something.

I don't think he did.

Well, still, if he did, it could be helpful.

I don't know where he is today.

Okay. Can you give me his phone number?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, my phone is with my staff in the staff room.

Can I just text it to you?

Sure. Here's my card. As soon as you can would be great.

Oh, um, could you just give me his address?

I might try there on my way back to the station.

It's, um, 47 Waterford Lane.

OK? Thanks.

Curtis, the cops are coming. Get out of the house.

Just get out of the house and let me think.

Gosh, what amazing soil you have.

All the better to eat you with.

What?

Look at you.

In your red jacket.

I was thinking you looked like Little Red Riding Hood.

All the better to eat you with.

I get it.

It's funny.

No doubt Michael has painted me as the big bad wolf.

No, not at all.

Has he pulled one of his stunts yet?

Stunts as in?

Oh, surely you know what I mean.

One of his obsessive close-out reality and everyone around him stunts.

Mike works hard, and he's very good at what he does. Oh, yes.

Don't we know?

Well, in our brief tenure together, one day Mike suddenly wanted to take a

holiday by a river.

But I thought, God, a getaway, that'd be lovely.

Turns out there'd been a homicide involving an angler, a trap fisherman.

So less than an hour after we arrived at our picturesque hideaway next to the

Tongariro River, Mike disappeared.

I found him downstream in waders trying to mask the art of fly fishing in the

belief it might help him get inside the mind of the offender.

And did it?

No. After watching him stand in the river for all eight hours of both days

of our break, I couldn't have cared less.

It's important work.

Yes, but is it more important than you?

Oh!

Gosh. This one's a big one. Oh, my God.

What?

Multiple crowns. It's a sign. Sign of what?

Oh!

Nothing. Nothing. No? Sign of what?

Uh... So tell me, how did you and Michael meet?

Okay, so this angle covers the walkway and doorways for 905, 906, 907 through

to reception.

Darren Jacks arrives at 4.20pm.

He's shown in by the manager and then 15 minutes later he leaves and comes back

at 4.55 with what looks like the six-pack we saw in his room. And as he

enters his room, he crosses with Fenella and who I'm guessing is her boyfriend,

Curtis Cooper.

And there's some...

brief acknowledgement and then they head off toward their room then nothing he

gets his pizza delivered then nothing

until the manager and the cleaner open it at 10 30

the following day so that door remains shut the whole time

except for the pizza delivery

Sims.

Really? Nothing at all?

Okay, thanks.

Forensics found zero trace of gunpowder residue.

That's one very tidy shooter.

One who has the ability to evade CCTV.

Oh, he's back.

Apologies, that took longer than I thought.

Oh, time's nothing but a modern construct.

Sun rises and sun sets.

Ah. Saffron?

Hey, fabulous.

However, I'm sorry to say, my darling, that we now find ourselves short of a

pumpkin. But a farmer friend two miles back from the motel always has them.

You're kidding.

Well, it's a hero item of the dish.

Possum's got to my last one.

Have a think. I am not serving you two lovebirds anything but the best.

And given where the sun is sitting in the sky, we shall declare that lunch is

to become dinner, so there's no rush.

Fancy, right?

Oh. Don't be silly. No, we've got too much to do.

Beth's keen to learn how to mill the wheat to make the pastry, aren't you?

You go.

I'm having an interesting time.

Yes, off you go.

Jim Pringle's his name, Piper's Gate Farm. It's easy to find.

Thanks, Michael.

Now, my darling, how would you feel about me reading your tarot?

Any developments?

Don't you have more important things to be focusing on?

Got a bit of time on my hands. I'm, uh, waiting for a pumpkin.

It's very Cinderella.

Hmm.

So, what have you got?

Uh, okay, well, the victim was shot on a slightly 9mm.

A CCTV angle clearly covering his doorway tells us that, bar a pizza

delivery, no one came or went from his room.

Talk me through every detail.

Still no sign of Curtis Cooper.

Well, that's what Fenella Richards told me.

Just hang on, I'll chase her up.

Yeah? Fenella?

Hi, it's Detective Sims.

Still waiting on that number for Curtis?

Uh-huh.

Yeah, sorry, I forgot.

Well, could you send it through now? I'd appreciate it.

Yeah, totally.

Okay, bye.

What are you doing?

Giving her your number.

Why? Because if I don't, they're going to make me look like I'm hiding

something.

What am I going to say?

Nothing. You don't have to say anything.

Tell them nothing.

They don't know about me, do they?

No, Lila. You've not been mentioned.

Thank God.

Okay, I think... What?

We left the cartridge there.

What?

We got up and left. I was so worried about the gun. I didn't see it, but it

must be there. Oh, my God. You idiot. Me?

This was your idea.

This is a disaster.

Ina, shut up. I need to think.

I mean, the cleaners would have picked it up, right?

Tracked it in the bin?

If they did, then they would have told the cops.

And if the cops knew, then they would have already asked us about it.

So it's still there?

Are you sure they don't know about me?

No, they don't.

Which is why... Okay, look, here's the thing.

You see that public picnic table over there?

You can sit there not drinking coffee and talk all day long about feeling

overlooked, but this table here I provided in exchange for the courtesy of

people like you buying coffee off me and drinking it here.

It's like buy a coffee, get the table for free. It's kind of a long-standing

understanding. Okay, we get it.

Curtis, buy us coffees.

This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

You were going back there tonight and you were going to find that cartridge

shell.

No, the cleaners must have really like... The cleaners never clean where

they don't have to.

I know that for a fact.

Check under the beds. But why me?

Because they don't know about you.

Because Curtis or I would look suspicious.

And because if it wasn't for you, it wouldn't be there, would it?

Can we try another one?

Yes.

Oh, the death card.

Interesting. Death?

Oh. Relax. When upright, death signals new beginnings.

Metamorphosis. Change.

Oh. Okay.

Now I can see that. Although it is reversed, which suggests stagnation and

decay.

A sense of holding on.

Let's try another.

The Five of Wands.

That suggests rivalry.

Competition.

Okay.

But it's reversed.

Yes, which means... Oh,

never mind.

No, no, no, no.

We've had the potato and all these cards. I really want to know.

Well, it suggests you're avoiding conflict.

But honestly, these are just a snapshot in time.

Tomorrow it could all be wine and roses.

I've never dabbled in these before. I'm not sure how I feel.

Honestly, take it or leave it.

Although, I must admit, when I saw that mouldy-headed potato, I did sense that

the Earth was sending up a message of caution and it would have been remiss of

me not to at least try for some clarity.

Clarity on...? Well, it reminded me of when my mother died.

The potato?

It was a dark day.

Of course, because your mother died.

And I'm so sorry. Oh, no, not the death. That was expected.

No, the funeral.

Michael promised not to be late for the service, but of course he was.

Missed it completely.

Got waylaid by some precious detail on an investigation.

And I thought, really, Michael? Just this once? Oh, my God, that's so

terrible. I mean, I'm a reasonable person, but your mother only dies once.

And he wasn't there for me.

I'm sure he would have been there if he could. And I'm sure.

they were equally capable police persons, able to step in.

Anyway, I didn't speak to him for a week.

He put it down to grief, but I admit it was the beginning of the end.

So, that potato.

For a moment there, I thought it was my mother, rising up as a reminder.

My mother reaching out to you, as if to say, good luck, my dear.

Oh, what's keeping him so long?

Yes, well, I was beginning to wonder that myself.

Old Jim Pringle will no doubt be chewing his ear off. No, seriously, I'm worried.

Oh, don't be. You know Michael.

You do know Michael, don't you?

Yes.

Hit in the clouds sometimes.

Even so, I'm... Well, that thing's no good to you here, I'm afraid.

We're in a dead spot, I believe they call it.

But look, if you're really worried, my neighbour can give you a lift back to

the motel.

You can make a call from there.

Find Michael and that pumpkin before the clock strikes midnight.

I thought you didn't believe in time.

I don't.

But you do.

Goodness.

Thanks for coming in.

No worries.

You stayed at Broken Wood Motel last night, room 904.

Yeah.

With... Fenella Richards.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did.

It's your anniversary, I hear.

Yeah, yeah. Two-year anniversary.

Pretty stoked, so... Two years?

I believe Fenella told my colleague it was one year.

Oh, yeah, um... One year of actual going out, but we've known each other for two

years, so.

Right.

So you stayed in all night, did you?

Yeah, man. Yep.

Watched a movie and just, you know.

Cool.

Although I probably don't want to know.

What? The details.

Oh, yeah.

Nice one.

Or, maybe I do.

What?

Want to know the details?

Oh.

What was the movie?

Um, uh, what?

What was the movie, as a matter of interest?

Yeah, uh, I can't remember.

I fell asleep, so.

You fell asleep on your big one-year anniversary after two years.

How'd your girlfriend feel about that?

Oh yeah, she was, you know, we'd had a few drinks and so.

Yeah, the cleaners mentioned that you left the place in quite a state.

Cleaners? The motel cleaners.

Oh.

Did they say anything else?

About?

Oh, nothing.

Right.

Anyway, as you no doubt already know, an event occurred last night which resulted

in the death of a gentleman in room 905.

What kind of event?

Fenella didn't mention anything to you?

No, no, but I didn't hear anything, so... Hear anything of what?

Hear anything of the event.

Well, you probably wouldn't hear a heart attack, would you?

A heart attack?

I thought it was a gun.

What makes you think it was a gun?

Well, you hear things and, you know. I thought you just said you didn't hear

anything. I didn't.

Seriously, I don't know anything about guns.

Or anything about anything.

Hearing anything about anything.

Really appreciate it.

Thanks, mate.

Evening. Hi.

Say, if you and Mike fancy an aperitif? Oh, no, we're good. Thanks.

Mike?

Mike?

Mike!

Oh, my God.

Oh. Are you all right?

Fine. I'm fine.

Sorry. Did you faint?

No.

Did you fall off the bed?

I was on the floor.

Why were you on the floor?

I was thinking.

Thinking?

While I was stranded with your not-so-ex-wife, listening to her

proclamations and incantations. What's she been saying? More than I care to

know. Meaning?

What were you thinking about, Mike?

Us? Or her? Not her.

Not me?

Work.

Maybe just this once you can focus on the task

at hand.

Assuming...

That is still important to you.

It is.

Then we've got a bloody pumpkin to deliver.

Soon.

It means, what a lovely house.

I hope it never falls down while we are sleeping.

And I bring you borscht? Oh.

I can stay as long as you like.

Oh,

you'd like to take home pictures of the victim too?

Too?

Uh, no.

This one just has me, you know, working through the scenarios.

Would you like me to help you unpack?

I could go through your things.

Ah, nah. Well, to be honest, I'm quite tired, so I'm just going to have an

early night.

Of course.

We must eat.

Uh, actually, I was going to save that for later.

And bring bad luck upon the rest of your life?

No way.

Where I come from, when someone give you borscht to bless a new house, you must

share it with the giver.

Or unspeakable tragedy may visit you every waking moment.

Of course. What was I thinking?

You are not to know. I'll get the balls.

Which box has the balls?

Oh, my.

What's taking her so long?

I don't know. Maybe she's fallen asleep on the floor.

Beth.

Me too.

Maybe we could make a run for it. And leave without the one thing we came to

get. No, thank you. And then Tabitha and I actually threshed the wheat to make

the flour to create the pastry on the courgette pie.

Yes! She's a dab hand in the kitchen, Michael. You've done well there.

Shall we?

Hmm? Do what we came here to do.

Oh! Yeah, all right.

Hi, Tabitha Shepard. It hasn't changed from earlier today.

Oh.

It's quite cute.

Right.

Oh, come here.

Oh, what?

Oh, what?

It's faulty. You wouldn't read about it, would you?

Oh, well, he's just going to have to take it back to Owen and swap it out in

the morning for one that actually works.

It was his last one.

Oh, dear.

You'll be happy to know he was putting an order in. Hopefully they'll be in

tomorrow. Oh, that's a relief.

I'll just come back then and we'll take care of it. Or you could use this one.

Just this once.

Michael, it's plastic.

Come on, you know I have my... Principles, yes.

Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.

He's clearly not used to raw foods.

Oh, Beth, darling, Michael understands. He's a man of principles himself.

I know.

You'll be in safe hands.

On the rare occasion they're around.

Would you like some more for Jo or wine?

Yes, please.

Oh, there we go.

Beautiful.

There's wine, there's ice cream, there's jam. My fourth husband.

The whole pen thing.

You know she's been toying with us.

Well, two can play at that game.

No games.

Please.

Oh my god, how did you two even get together in the first place? You don't

even seem like you're on the same... Wavelengths? Planet.

Hmm. Wow.

It's like a bowl of liquid beetroot. Very good for the liver and the armpit

secretions. Oh, thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Oh, this is so nice.

You and me having dinner together in your new house with three bedrooms.

So, you'll be looking for a flatmate?

No. I mean... I haven't really thought about it.

Sharing costs is a huge help.

Um, Gina, you mentioned that the time of death on the victim was between 2200 and

2400 hours?

Between 10pm and midnight, yes.

And would it have been instantaneous?

No, but fairly quick.

Maybe one minute, maybe two.

You sure about that?

Christine, I'm always sure.

I do like your house.

I'm a cowboy

hats

floating out in the Tokyo Bay.

Apologies.

Too loud was I? Didn't sleep anyway.

That song you were singing?

Oh yeah, Sin City.

They're a great band.

Real sing-along stuff.

Playing tomorrow night at Rudy's Saloon if you're in need of a boogie.

Actually, tonight.

Gosh, is that the time?

Good night. Sure, and I'll knock it on the head. These motel walls are paper

thin, I know, but just trying to keep ahead of the game.

Mike? He must have been shot from next door.

The next room.

What?

Check the walls. Somewhere, somewhere, there must be a point of entry.

Motel walls are notoriously thin.

Mike?

Who are you talking to?

Let me know what you find.

I gotta go.

2.30 in the morning. I'm hoping this is going to be incredibly revealing.

Yeah.

Me too.

And if not, blame Mike.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Lie on the bed like you're watching the TV.

I could have done that at home.

Wanna cross your legs?

Okay.

More?

It's safe to say I'm feeling very objectified here.

Oi, you.

Quiet in the cheap seats and just watch the TV, alright?

Voila.

Get next door.

There it is.

Best guess?

Air product.

Did you test for gun residue?

The place was cleaned.

You wanted a laser test?

Oh yeah, just here, thank you.

Okay, they are good to go.

And you want me to lie down on the bed again?

I won't hurt a bit.

Though you might say that.

That's why I invited my mate, Waldo.

Who's Waldo?

Waldo loves this stuff.

It's what he was born to do.

He's been waiting patiently in the back of the SR guy's van.

As he does, day in and day out.

So if he missed this opportunity, he might get depressed.

Do you want Waldo to be depressed?

No, I certainly do not.

Waldo, don't worry about the scary lady.

She may aim laser beams into your private parts, but don't take it

personally.

Far away.

Okay, light her up.

Bullseye.

See?

Didn't feel a thing, did you, Waldo?

Unlike Darren Jacks.

Hey. Look at this.

Dustin Ormsby delivers a pizza to room 904 and doesn't leave again for over an

hour.

And when he does...

He's half naked and running like he's being chased by the devil.

What the hell is going on in there?

Oh, good work.

Where was it?

Found another bed.

With her.

Hello, Lila.

I'm Detective Sims.

My colleague tells me he found you in quite an unusual place.

Hello.

Under the bed of room 904 at 4.43am.

Why were you there?

I got lost.

I was disorientated.

Had a few drinks, must have blacked out.

Where were you drinking?

At Snake and Tiger. With?

Friends.

And at the motel, I take it you were looking for something?

No.

Really?

You weren't looking for something like this?

It's the cartridge that was once attached to the bullet.

Nine millimetre.

Otherwise known as a Parabellum.

Mean anything to you? No.

You sure about that?

It's not... No. I mean, I don't know anything about guns.

So you've never been to Room 904 before?

No. You sure about that?

Yeah.

That's curious.

Because I've been watching a lot of CCTV and most of it is

incredibly dull.

But occasionally...

That's interesting.

Looks a lot like you, wouldn't you agree?

Let's stop beating around the bush, shall we?

Fenella Richards, how do you know her?

In passing.

In passing?

And Fenella was happy for you to gatecrash their one-year anniversary

stay over at the Broken Wood Motel.

I know Curtis better.

Dustin Ormsby.

You know him?

He was my boyfriend.

Was?

We split up.

Was this before or after he delivered pizzas for Room 904?

Before.

And how did you feel about him turning up?

Fine.

No hard feelings.

Pizza was good.

Layla Hayes, you are under arrest for being unlawfully...

On the premises of the Broken Wood Motel.

We will be holding you overnight, or what little remains of it. What?

Up.

Do you have a lawyer? No.

Well, you will be given a list of duty solicitors.

To the left. This way.

Lila Hayes is entering a period of quiet reflection while we wait for a lawyer to

be assigned.

Who is on duty today?

And don't.

Tell me it's Dennis Buchanan. No, it's not. It's anyone from Nathan &

Associates.

And why are you smiling at 5.30am?

Because Curtis Cooper's father is a registered anti-gun collector.

I reckon that's worth a visit.

Big night.

What?

No.

Maybe. Well, we really need to talk. I'm late for work.

I'll write you a note.

Seriously, I can't be late.

And we seriously need to talk.

Oh, what is that?

It's coffee.

Or is your hangover so bad you can't tell?

No, that's not coffee.

That's really... Free.

It's free coffee.

So, you and Curtis celebrated your one-year anniversary.

Yeah. It's romantic, isn't it? Go to a motel, have some special time.

A bottle of wine.

Some candles, maybe.

I am interested in how a firearm fitted into your evening.

Was that part of the romance package, was it?

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

Where did it come from? Was it yours?

No. So there was a gun.

A handgun, I presume.

What is this?

This is you being straight with me, Fenella.

Where did it come from?

Well, your mother used to own the Brokerwood Museum. Did it come from

there?

There are no firearms in the museum.

Did Curtis bring it then?

Why are you so fixated on some gun?

Because a man is dead, Fenella.

And the gunshot that killed him came from the room that you were in.

Dustin Ormsby.

Do you know him?

Yeah.

We've met.

Like, you've more than just met. He spent over an hour in your room.

He popped in.

He popped in. And then he popped out, half-dressed, running for his life an

hour later, so... What can you tell me about that?

He delivered the pizza.

We said, come in.

He decided to hang out.

And then we played strip-jack naked.

And he lost.

Do you know what time it is?

It's super early. It's just after 8am.

Knock-knock time.

What? Knock-knock.

Who's there?

No, Fenella, it's not a joke.

Knock-knock is the sound my colleague is making on the door of Curtis Cooper's

father's house.

Right about now.

Curtis Cooper.

We'd like to come in and check your father's gun collection.

Is that okay by you?

Um... Why?

We're checking guns in the area as part of our current investigation, starting

with your father's. Oh, he's not here.

Oh, lucky for us, you are.

Can you show us where he keeps them?

Yeah, I don't... I don't know.

We want to eliminate any of his guns from our inquiry.

I could call him for you if you'd like to check, tell him there's been some

trouble with guns in the area. I'm sure he'll understand.

Wait, so if you come in, they'll be eliminated?

That's a definite possibility.

May we?

Wow, would you look at that?

Starting to think you've been lying to me, Curtis.

No. You said you didn't know anything about guns.

I don't.

They're my dad's.

Old stuff, muskets and junk and... Was one of these guns fired in room

904 that night?

Doubt it.

I do doubt it.

That being the story that you've been telling me?

They're like antiques. No one's allowed to touch them.

Not even you?

No.

So you've never touched any of these guns?

Probably good to double check that, eh?

I don't know anything about anything.

I was, um, down at Owen's when the courier came.

Ah. Don't get a lot of couriers around here.

Quite exciting.

Anyway, Owen thought you might want it. Oh, thanks. Yeah. Saved me a trip.

You didn't see Beth out walking, did you? I did. I did. I offered to give her

a ride back here, but she asked to be dropped off at Tabitha's.

How do you know Tabitha?

Oh, I was married to her.

Wow.

Well,

if you need a beer later, I'll be...

Um, yeah, go to Marcus. Yeah.

Curtis, just through here.

Not so fast, detective.

Dennis. Have you spoken to Mr Cooper yet?

No, but we were just about to. Well, without me.

Rude.

So, you have nothing to link that cartridge to my client? Not yet.

Do you have anything to link that gun to that cartridge?

We will conduct tests.

On what grounds?

On the grounds that this cartridge was found in room 904 of the Brokenwood

Motel after your client had stayed there.

Where was it found?

It was found under the bed along with a friend of Curtis's named Lila Hayes who

had broken into the room while our team were readying for a search.

Saved our team quite a lot of time in the end.

Who's to say she didn't plant it there? Oh, for God's sake, Dennis. Or, given

the declining standard of cleaners these days, that cartridge could have been

there for some time, could it not?

Any number of guests could have dropped that cartridge.

But you come at my client with a certain prejudice, given his esteemed father,

the highly successful businessman, Mr Curtis Cooper Senior, happens to be a

collector of classic firearms.

So tell me.

Are you going to be testing all 9mm guns in the district?

As yet, we don't think it'll be necessary.

On the contrary, I feel it's imperative, is it not? Because that cartridge could

have been expelled from any firearm bearing a 9mm ammunition.

And until that cartridge is linked to my client's Luger, which is a rare and

precious piece of military memorabilia, then any further conversations moot.

Still, we would like to talk about what happened in that room, Curtis, and

whether or not you're responsible for firing this gun.

Curtis, you are not required to speak. In fact, your father has specifically

asked me to speak on your behalf.

Now, until you have probable cause, then that gun must legally remain in the

hands of its lawful owner. And as the owner's representative, I should be

returning it to its safe and lawful abode.

We have a fingerprint match with the cartridge and Curtis Cooper.

So, Curtis, how did your fingerprints get on this cartridge?

Detectives have word with my client.

We'll get those tests underway.

You let them fingerprint you? I didn't know that... Yeah see that's your

problem Curtis.

Now according to your father you spent the last 24 years determined and not

knowing too much.

It was an accident. I don't need to know alright, don't tell me.

Let me give you a little bit of advice and try to let it stick into that porous

brain of yours.

Just because you did it doesn't have to mean that you are guilty.

Let's get out of here before they pull up the drawbridge.

Dennis was getting antsy there.

Yeah, but he'll be back to his usual smarmy self of forensics. Can't match

the luger to that cartridge, right?

So,

Vanilla Richards is playing dumb.

Lila Hayes won't say anything without a lawyer present.

Dennis Buchanan's unleashed Curtis Cooper back out into the world.

But surely Dustin Ormsby saw something, if not everything.

Ray, is Dustin Ormsby here?

Mate, I wish.

He went home sick ten minutes after arriving.

Still complaining of earache and running a fever.

Ray?

I don't feel so good.

Mate, we're heading into the lunch rush.

I'm sorry.

It's my ear.

He was sweating bullets.

And I can verify that because I'm now standing in a very damp pigeon suit.

You're saying he went home?

Yes. Young people. No stickability.

Oh, if you're heading in that direction, any chance you can take these to... No

chance, Ray.

Dustin delivered a pizza to room 904 on Saturday night just before 10 p.m.

Yeah, last order. So?

He didn't leave the motel for another hour.

Didn't that seem strange to you? On the last order, he's free to head home. He

doesn't have to come back here.

Oh, I get it.

So he was partying with the clients.

Earache my ass.

I'm pretty sure he has an earache.

Dustin's mother said he left for work an hour ago. So if he's not at home or at

work, he's gone to ground.

Hang on.

Dustin?

Oi! If you wanna get closer, get closer, come on. Hey! Don't take forever,

that'll take too long.

Don't take forever, I'll be gone. If you wanna get closer, get closer, come on.

Come a minute closer.

Or I'll jump. Go ahead.

Then when you've taken off your wet shoes and rinsed out your socks, we'll

chat.

Jump or not, we're going to talk, Dustin.

Up to you.

I was going to toast a drink. The day's gone by.

You leave your questions hanging without a plot.

Things don't always work out the way they do in your mind.

Ah.

Wooden pins.

Bamboo, to be precise.

Twelve of them.

Let's hope we have more luck.

Where's Beth?

Oh, I thought she was with you.

Marcus Donovan said he dropped her here.

Yes, he did.

Well, we chatted for a bit and then she headed off, said she felt like a walk.

And what did she talk about?

Well, we chatted about this and that.

She wanted to know more about permaculture.

Thought it might come in handy in Tirahave.

Sounds lovely there.

She said she'd been offered a job and that you and she were both planning on

moving there.

Yes.

Don't you want to wait for her? We need to head the road.

Well, it's been a long time coming, hasn't it?

Are you sure this is the right thing to do?

Whether you like Beth or not is irrelevant.

Oh, but I do like her.

Really? Yes.

The question is, do you?

Of course I do.

Really? Yes.

You love her?

Yes. Then why are you marrying her?

Oh. Come on, Michael.

You and I both know that loving something more than your job has always

been a struggle for you.

Which is why I'm thinking of retiring.

You?

Retire?

Pigs in hell might freeze and fly.

Oh, be honest with yourself, Mike.

If not for you, then for Beth.

She's a lovely soul.

She deserves better.

Are you going to sign?

She wants something you can't give her.

Well, that doesn't come from a bad place.

Just a place of experience.

Of truth.

Of love.

Tabitha.

Are you going to sign?

Okay, Dustin.

I didn't see anything.

We haven't even asked you a question yet.

Even still, I have nothing to say.

So why did you run?

Okay, what can you tell us about the events from Friday night at the Broken

Wood Motel?

We know you delivered a pizza to Room 904.

We know you entered at 9.55pm and didn't leave for another hour.

Long time for the customer to take to find their money.

What happened in there?

It's time to come clean, Dustin.

Let's look at this another way, shall we?

We know what happened.

We know all four of you were in the room.

Lila Hayes, Fenella Richards, Curtis Cooper, and then you joined them.

A shot was fired and a man died.

You were involved.

Were you involved, Dustin?

They're gonna kill me.

Who's gonna kill you, Dustin?

Curtis.

The other night never happened, got it? You're hurting me, man. I've got cops

and lawyers crawling on my ass because of you. It's not me, man.

If you say one word, one word, it'll be you next time, got it? Yeah, I got it.

Got it? Got it! I got it!

It'll be you next time. What did you take that to mean?

That I'd be shot.

So, Curtis had already threatened you with some kind of gun before.

What type of gun was it?

I couldn't see anything.

No. No, Dustin, we're not buying the whole see no evil line.

No, I mean it.

I couldn't see anything.

Hello, Porky Pigeon.

Come in, the door's open.

Is it a bird?

Is it a plane?

No, it's a porky pitcher. What the hell?

It was an ambush.

So you didn't know who ordered the pizza?

No.

And then the next thing I know, I'm tied to a chair.

What's going on?

Who's there?

Why are you doing this? You know why, Dusty.

Mila? You are now seated in the chair of truth.

Vanilla? Oh, my God. And we won't ask this.

Is that Curtis?

Are you cheating on Lila? No. Is that why you dumped me?

No, I swear. Don't lie to us, Dustin. I'm not. I'm not. And they just kept

going at me.

On and on.

Convinced that I'd done the dirty on Lila.

Had you?

No.

So why do you think they thought that?

I don't know.

Lila came into work one time and accused me of it. You're lying to me. I'm not.

Look, it's just not the right time, okay?

Says who? Says me.

I've got studies on. I need to focus.

It's really not you, Myla. It's me. God, you're such a loser.

She wouldn't listen to me.

So, take us back to the chair of truth.

It got out of hand?

Really? Out of hand?

Know what this is, Dustin?

It's a cold, hard steel. Please don't do this.

Of a barrel of a Luger 9mm Parabellum.

Do you know what Parabellum means, Dustin?

No. It means prepare for war.

I don't want war.

Oh, but you started a war when you cheated on Lila. I didn't. Who is she?

What's her name?

There's no one. What's her name, Dustin?

I swear.

Tell me.

I can't tell you something. I don't know.

Do you know what the sound is, Dustin?

It's the sound that says, prepare to die.

And it just went on and on.

They wouldn't give it up. I could hear they'd been drinking.

And the more they drank, the more they taunted me.

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy went home. This little piggy had roast beef. And this little

piggy had no.

And this little piggy went all the way.

Who pulled the trigger?

I don't know.

I couldn't see anything.

All I could hear was the sound of it right next to my ear.

It was so loud.

It hurt.

And then what happened?

And then without freaking out, I managed to get my hands free. Christ!

Just let him go!

You say one word about this to anyone. Anyone!

I won't. I won't. I won't.

So Curtis pulled the trigger.

I don't know.

I wish I knew.

I really do, but I just don't know.

That was a long walk.

You know, the way with my thoughts.

Thought I'd lost you.

You did.

Uh, Tabitha's sign.

I'm happy for you.

Hey, I've been thinking, um, that offer back in Tirahabe and the idea

of us both moving back there.

I've been thinking too. You not working.

It's not going to work.

Seriously, I can... Come on, Mike.

It was a good idea in theory, but...

Is this what I think it is?

I'm heading back to Te Araha Bay.

If Tabitha... If Tabitha taught me anything, it was to listen to my heart.

Dig deep and really listen.

Our Michael will always fight the bad guys.

And we love him for that, don't we? Of course.

It's his true calling.

Yeah.

But we all have our calling.

Just try to remember.

His calling, and your calling, may not mean that you're called together.

But it really matters.

As with your mother's funeral.

It's not his fault.

It's who he is.

She told you about her mother's funeral?

In passing.

Did she also tell you that I was caught in a standoff with a man I'd been

tracking for three months?

A man who had killed a nine-year-old boy and a thirteen-year-old girl?

No.

It was only him and me as I waited for backup.

If I walked away at that point, he would have been free to do more unspeaking

things. She didn't mention any of that part, did she?

No.

But she knew it.

And that is so admirable, Mike.

That is so brave and there is so much passion in what you do.

Real passion there.

And you'll always do it.

I'm sure with time I can... I don't need to hear what you think I want to hear.

Are you sure this is what you want?

No.

But deep down I know it's what I need.

Come here.

Well, this is a unique feeling. I don't recall any yelling.

It's better to quit before the bad stuff starts.

We should get on the road.

Eight hours is a really long time to sit in awkward silence.

Gina should have this batch.

Oh, I'm sure she... Oh, no, it's better on her than me.

Bye, Mike.

Goodbye, babe.

So, we know all three were in the room with the weapon and that it was fired.

But we still don't know who pulled the trigger.

This is a picture of your father's Luger.

And this...

Here's a picture of the cartridge found in room 904, which, as we have

established, is covered in your fingerprints.

And we have a witness who places you in the room with the Luger.

The lab has verified that the bullet was fired by this gun.

So, can you please explain to us what happened that night?

On reflection, my client's got nothing further to add.

Your client was seen in the room, Dennis.

A witness told us that your client was using this gun to taunt said witness.

Did this witness actually see my client holding the gun when it was allegedly

fired?

No.

The witness didn't see him.

But the witness heard him cocking the gun, saying, prepare to die.

All right, I brought the gun. Oh, whoa, whoa. No, it's OK.

I've got this.

Yes, I brought the gun.

Yes, I had it in the room.

Yeah, it was loaded and it went off.

But just because I'm guilty doesn't mean I did it.

You tell them, Dennis.

Another word with my client, please.

I have mates.

The legal definition of what you just did is moronic.

But you said... I said to let me do the talking.

Now, I want you to think very, very hard, Curtis.

Is it possible that you pulled the trigger?

No. Yeah, it wasn't difficult, was it?

But maybe it was pretty crazy when it went down. No, wrong answer.

If in doubt, the right answer is always, I don't recall.

Got it?

You think he did it? He said as much, didn't he?

If he didn't do it, you'd think he'd want us to know that.

Well, hopefully.

One of the others is willing to offer clarity.

Okay, let's find somewhere to chat, shall we?

Oh. Sorry, Curtis.

Just try somewhere else.

Gosh.

It's quite hard to get a room in here today, isn't it?

Try room three.

Here we go.

Take a seat.

So, that was quite some party that went on in room 904 the other night.

We had a few drinks.

Yeah, but that's not all though.

I don't know anything about anything.

Hmm.

Party line, is it? I don't know anything about anything.

I don't.

The party line that got discussed at the Snake and Tiger last night?

Who says I was there?

You were there.

Loading Lila with drinks so that she could work up the courage to break back

into the motel unit and find the cartridge.

Okay.

You can do this.

I can't. You can. You have to.

You're the one with the most to lose.

Totally.

Don't.

And that's the real clincher, isn't it?

That you and Curtis aren't even an item.

But he would do absolutely anything for you. Go along with your outrageous plan,

bring his daddy's gun, play boyfriend and girlfriend so that you could act out

this power play over Dustin Ormsby.

I don't know anything about anything.

But you do though.

And so does Lila.

How else did I know about the snake and tiger? Actually, she's been very

forthcoming.

This plan to torment Dustin Ormsby, is that your idea?

Curtis Cooper?

Was it Fenella's then?

We need you to say it, Lila.

Yes.

Yes, it was Fenella's idea.

There's no way he would dump you for any other reason.

There has to be some other woman.

You think?

I know.

What exactly do you know?

I know a way to get him to admit it.

Hey!

I don't pay you to stand around and gossip all day, Richards.

Come on.

Slave driver.

Leave it with me.

And the gun?

Was that Fenella's idea too?

She said it would ensure Dustin would tell the truth, but...

We didn't know it was loaded.

But it was.

It was never meant to be.

Curtis is just so in love with Fenella he'd do anything to impress her.

You're saying he loaded the gun?

Well, it wasn't me.

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy went home.

This little piggy had roast beef and this little piggy had none.

And this little piggy went wee, wee, wee all the way...

Oh my god! Jesus Christ!

Just let him go!

You say one word about this to anyone.

Anyone! I won't. I won't. I won't.

What are we gonna do now?

My dad's gonna kill me. You didn't tell me it was loaded. I didn't know!

He's still watching TV.

He didn't hear anything.

We're gonna get done. For what?

No one got hurt, but Dustin got the message.

Don't mess with a tin like you, eh?

Yeah.

Find something to fill that.

Tomorrow we check out and no one will ever know anything.

I didn't know it was loaded.

If I didn't know it was loaded, it wasn't my fault, right?

Well, you may not have known it was loaded, but you still fired it.

She so did it.

She said so.

Lilo might have pulled the trigger, but you told Curtis to bring the gun.

I didn't know it was loaded.

Hmm.

Well, that's strange, because neither did Curtis.

Did you load the gun, Curtis?

I don't recall.

You either did or you didn't.

Yeah, but what if I don't recall?

There's a lot at stake here, Curtis.

If you didn't load the gun, it would be in your very best interest to say so.

In that respect, she's right.

So, did you load the gun?

Then who did?

So when did you load it?

At Curtis's place.

Keeps them in here.

Pick anyone you like, you'll never know.

This one.

Nice choice.

The Luger.

9mm Parabellum.

Is it already loaded?

Oh.

We're not having a loader, no way.

We can't do that.

I'll find a bag so it's not obvious when we check in.

What were you thinking?

How could you have possibly thought that would end well?

I was thinking...

That an empty gun was like an empty promise.

And Dustin was full of empty promises.

And when did he let you down?

I got you Valentine's card.

It was nothing.

No, it was.

But I have to be honest, I have feelings for Lila.

So, but we can still be friends, right?

I just have to be honest.

Me and Lila, I think there's a real connection.

That's totally cool.

So, you repaid his honesty by pointing a loaded gun at his head.

Our forensic team found this remainder of a bullet in the wall embedded

around a nail.

Might have ended there had it not been for the fragment that she had often

carried on its way.

I didn't know she was going to fire it.

But what you did know, all of you, was that there was someone next door.

Behind the wall the bullet went through.

And he failed to check to see if he was okay.

And he wasn't okay.

Maybe, just maybe, if he'd received medical assistance, the outcome could

have been different.

As with the others, you will be charged with conspiracy to kidnap, reckless use

of a firearm leading to involuntary manslaughter, and failing to provide

assistance.

But that's not fair.

That is so not fair.

Well,

try telling that to his widow.

Kristen. Oh, hello there. Just reporting in that you missed out on a Luger, a

Parabellum in the Pyreneum, and a mild hostage-taking situation. But don't

worry, it's all in hand.

I thought you were supposed to be moving house.

Yeah, well, I can multitask.

Sounds like you had an eventful weekend then.

And you, no doubt.

Yes.

Wait.

You two aren't driving back now, are you?

No.

No, we're not.

My yellow shades are still there in Glasgow.

And my cowboy hat's broken out in the Tokyo Bay.

These are just some of my...

These are just some of the things I left behind around the

world But I always left my heart there with you,

girl I left my

passport in Havana And

my wallet is in Hamburg

My blue jeans are somewhere in

Montana.