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Beat your motor running Head out on the highway Looking

for adventure In whatever comes our way

Yeah, time to go and make it happen Take the world in a moving

race Fire all in your gun, take all the sand It's float to space

Like a true nature's child

We were born, born to be wild We could climb so high I never

wanna die Born to be wild

And the write-off?

Yeah, on this way.

They were flung this far.

Yeah, weird, right? That's why I called.

It's safe to assume this isn't Debbie.

Well, maybe he crawled to the creek and fell in.

Look, why crawl to the creek?

Why not to the road to get help?

And if he crawled with a handprint.

Those do look like his blueprints, though.

Yeah.

Okay.

Gavin Murphy, local, 33 years old.

Okay.

So he's getting married?

Yep.

In about 40 minutes.

Yeah, no, I couldn't believe it when I heard about your breakup. Heart went

out. Yeah, thanks, Frodo.

I mean, it went right out. Like, out of my chest and hovered there like a

hovering heart-shaped hovercraft.

That seemed like the one, right?

She did.

Although you obviously thought that before.

Yeah, that's true.

Easy mistake to make once or even twice.

I mean, three or four times in your case.

But you and me, I mean, it's quite incredible when you think about it. You

know, how much we've got in common.

I've never really given it much thought.

Hey, and this is coming from the heart, but now you're single again, if you

wanted to get back on the horse, get back out there clubbing, you need a

wingman, you've got my number.

That's a very generous offer.

Oh, sorry, Frodo, I need to take this. Me too.

Kristen.

Yeah. Male versus tree.

The cause of the accident is unclear, but there is an awkward side to it.

I see. Today.

Broken Wood Lodge.

No,

I'm closer. I'll take care of it.

Is that him?

There's no time pressure in the house of the Lord.

She'll be here soon.

The groom, that is, not the Lord.

The Lord's always here, here, there, and everywhere.

Thank you, Ethan.

Who's that? Just call me, okay?

Everybody's freaking out that you've got a cold feet or something.

Sorry to interrupt.

I'm DSS Mike Sheppard from the Brooklyn CIB. What the hell do you want?

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

There was a motorcycle accident out near Bushmills Rise.

The rider was found deceased and is understood to be Gavin Murphy.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

It's at least a 50-meter crawl or fall or walk.

You never flew that far off your boat.

Thankfully, no.

A man encased in black leather, it often evokes strong feelings of the village

people of invincibility or intrigue. And when they put their full-face helmet on,

there is so much mystique.

Who knows what lies beneath?

Well, I guess you're about to find out.

While you're at it, it'd be good to know how much mobility he'd have after the

crash.

Sadly, though, when he's on a slab, I would have to cut through this soft,

expensive leather. The suit will be ruined.

Well, it must.

Perhaps if the family don't want it, we can turn it into cushions for your new

house.

Black leather cushions? Yes. Yeah, no, that's a nice idea, Gina. But I'm

actually going for more of a corduroy look.

Corduroy? I see.

Very safe.

Where is Mike?

He is actually at a wedding.

Oh my God. He's back together with Beth?

No. She broke his heart and walks him down the aisle. This is the behavior of

a minx. Not his wedding. A wedding.

The victim's wedding.

Letting the guests know that he won't be attending.

That's a relief.

Excuse me, not.

Andy. Hey.

Serious crash guys said it was okay to move? Yeah, go for it.

You want it down the station?

Yeah, around the back so the ESR guys can take a look. Sure, thanks.

Bloody tragedy, this.

Breaks my heart.

Oh yeah? How so?

I'll work for Gavin's older brother, Jason.

He'll be a mess, mate.

I was supposed to be at the wedding, but, you know, so I had to stay on call

and, you know, I'm here carting away his death trap.

Well, clearly he was a man in love.

Name his bike after his fiancée.

Yeah, nah, it's not Gav's bike.

It's not?

I don't know about you, but I don't know any self-respecting bloke that would

call his bike Debbie, although I'm pink-lettering, not Gav-style.

Right, so this is Debbie's bike?

Yeah, man.

He must have taken it for a spin.

That's what I'm saying.

It's bloody tragic.

Okay, so, Gavin Murphy, local mechanic and bike enthusiast, loses control of

his bike and crashes.

Except it was his fiancée Debbie's bike. Correct.

Why he would lose control on a straight road in good conditions is curious.

Mechanical failure?

Yeah, maybe.

But it's a modern bike.

At first glance, it was well looked after.

Serious crash unit will take a few days to assess that. OK, well, we do know a

passing motorist called the crash in.

Aitken was first on the scene and discovered the body lying face down in

the stream.

There were drag marks between the crash site.

And the stream.

Imprints confirmed there were two sets of boot prints.

One was Aitken's. The other matches Gavin.

Yeah, we think someone found Gavin injured and dragged him into the creek.

Without leaving prints.

Well, we have to consider the possibility.

Could this someone have been on the bike with him?

Well, it's hard to imagine anyone having the capacity to drag anything after

they've been involved in that crash.

The passing motorist.

Elderly woman, never left her car.

Has Gina estimated a time of death?

Um, no, she did.

Could you hazard a guess on time of death? Think about what you are saying.

Guessing is hazardous.

Right, but Mike would like to know the time of death ASAP, so... The rigor

mortis has fully settled.

So, between eight and ten hours for this man.

But for Mike's relationship with Beth... I would hazard a guess it was over

before it began.

I think she's just upset for you.

As we all are about recent events.

Yeah, we know things must be difficult. So if you ever wanted to talk about it.

Eight to ten hours.

means that the victim died before midnight.

His fiancée, Debbie, belongs to a hobby motorcycle gang called Mama's Angels,

along with her mother, Mama Sass, who leads them. They arrived in Brokenwood

the day before yesterday.

About now, they should have been celebrating Gavin and Debbie's wedding.

Instead, they'll be drowning their sorrows at the Snake and Tiger.

Well, the bride must have been devastated.

You'd think so.

Actually, that wasn't the impression I got.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

After the initial shock, the look on her face was... Come on, sit down.

Almost one of relief.

Oh, TB.

I don't know what to say. It's just too awful for words.

Thanks, Mrs Baker.

I know that Gavin really appreciated all your hard work.

We'll talk soon about unarranging the arrangements.

Now's not the time.

Oh, this is a first.

I mean, I've had weddings cancelled before, but usually it's because of cold

feet or grubby affairs, not dead grooms.

Oh!

Oh, my God, I am so sorry. That was...

Insensitive. You and Beth, Detective, an absolute shock.

Is there no one in town who hasn't heard about it?

Unlikely. With Gavin and Debbie, that is a complete tragedy.

And also for you and lovely Beth, but people will always get married.

That's human nature, as you know.

I mean, there will always be another wedding. Well, not for Gavin, obviously,

but for others.

There will always be another happy day for others and maybe for yourself.

At a later stage, we know... Mrs Baker, what can you tell us about the bride?

Oh, no.

Don't tell me you think that Gavin's death was suspicious.

Well,

we have to consider all aspects.

That poor girl being through enough.

Did you know that they were childhood sweethearts?

Life conspired to separate them, and then years later, Facebook helped them

find their way back to each other.

Thanks. Yeah, thank you. Good afternoon.

I'm Detective Kristen Sims. I believe you have met DSS Shepherd.

I appreciate this is a very difficult time for you all, but we would like a

brief word if that's possible.

If you must.

I understand that you and Gavin hadn't been together long.

We got together 10 months ago.

Yeah, but they've known each other for years, eh, hun?

Since, like, primary school.

Did you know he was riding your motorbike rather than his own?

No. I found that out later on.

Where the hell's my bike?

Bastards! All right.

All right.

Gavin took it. What? Why?

It was supposed to be a surprise. He wanted to frou-frou it up for you.

He should have been back by now, though.

That's right, you can ride with me.

Like hell, nobody's riding anywhere. You guys have all been on the cans.

I called a cab.

OK, let's go.

Hoss, you're on bike watch. Tell Gavin when he gets back, we'll meet him at the

lodge.

Would you describe him as a skilled rider?

He was the best.

This is difficult, but can you think of anyone that might have wanted to cause

him harm?

No. No one.

Um, Detective, Debbie's just lost the love of her life.

I've lost a wonderful son-in-law.

Perhaps it's better if your questions could wait.

And heads up, my girls, they're not overly fond of police at the best of

times, and it's definitely not the best of times.

So, none of you knew Gavin very well? Not until Debbie decided to get hitched.

Yeah, we were more her support crew. Hey.

But he was really nice.

Might someone have it in for Debbie? You know, hurt Gavin to hurt her?

No one would even try.

Because I know they'd have Mama's angels to deal with.

Right. You guys seem pretty tight.

Angels that ride together fly together.

Get it? Because we ride and angels fly?

Yeah. No, I get the image.

No, not an image. For real.

You should have seen the way we stood up for Debbie when that cow Trudy started

talking trash about her.

A gang of angels in her face shut her up.

What? She's like it wasn't worse.

Sorry, Trudy, who works here.

Was that her name? I don't know. Maybe it was Linda or someone else that Debbie

was inside with.

Inside.

What?

Right, thanks.

You've been very helpful.

Gina? I can't believe the pain he must have suffered.

Well, that's unlike you, Gina.

What is?

Well, you don't usually express sympathy at this stage of proceedings.

I'm not a monster.

I feel his pain.

On the inside, he will be all broken up. Do you mean he was dead at the moment he

hit the ground?

What? He's not dead.

I'm pretty sure he's dead.

Mike? Mike.

What? No, this guy.

Oh, him.

Turns out the cause of death wasn't as intriguing as I hoped.

You sound disappointed.

Poor Mike, of course.

We can only hope he won't be afraid to get back on his bike.

This guy won't be getting back on his bike anytime soon. Not him, Mike.

He has fall off his horse. He needs to get back on his bike. Gina, could we

focus on the victim for now?

Of course.

But Mike was a victim too.

He has been emotionally brutalized.

He needs our compassion. Gina.

Here's what I know.

The injuries had nothing to do with his death. As you might expect, his lungs

were full of water.

This man drowned.

So he definitely survived the crash.

He would have been unconscious, but he might have survived the night if he

hadn't been in the creek.

All right, then it's possible that he came round after the crash, got up and

staggered down to the creek.

His arms and legs are broken in five places.

Survivable. But he wouldn't have been able to crawl, let alone walk.

Was there a fight or disagreement between Trudy and the bride-to-be last

night? I wasn't here last night, but there was nothing on the incident

report. Well, a few of the angels seem to think that something happened.

As I say, I wasn't here.

But if there was a bit of biffo, I'm sure Trudy would have mentioned it.

Right, so there was no fight then.

Eight of them versus Trudy.

All I know is they've been great customers ever since they arrived two

days ago.

Welcome to the Snake and Tiger, ladies.

Whatever you need, you just let me know.

Oh, a flower.

I used to write in my younger days.

The 1972 Mac 4H2.

And you're alive to tell the tale. Hey, I won't hear a word said against it. So,

how many cogs you got in your box?

We're just after a beer, old man.

The youth of today don't appreciate the magic of the Mach 4 Kawasaki.

OK, so a gang of women arrive out of the blue and cause no fuss.

To the best of my knowledge, yes.

Exactly what this town needs.

A bunch of fun-loving tourists.

Trudy here?

Uh, I think she's out.

You think?

Right, she's either out or not. Which is it?

I think she definitely said that she was thinking about going out.

Andy?

Hey.

Introduce you.

Jase. DC Chalmers. Dude I told you about from out the pick-up spot.

Sorry to hear about your brother.

He's the right man.

Andy, give me another beer, would you, mate? Sure.

About time you lot showed up.

Because? Because my brother's been killed, and it wasn't an accident.

What makes you say that?

Because he's been on a bike since he was five years old.

I mean, yeah, he liked his speed, but why would he suddenly crash on a

straight road?

I wondered that.

Good, because somebody did this.

Tampered with the bike or something.

Any ideas why someone might want to do that?

We get a fair bit of flack in our job.

Disgruntled customer, something like that.

Yeah.

And you wouldn't happen to know why he was riding Debbie's bike that night?

He was bringing it back here.

He was going to deck out some mirror chrome rims for her. He wanted it to be

a surprise.

On the night before the wedding.

If you checked out his missus, she was born to ride.

They're all about the bikes, that lot.

Well, even so, he'd been drinking at the pub. Hey, if I know one thing about my

brother, he never drank in road.

Never. Good to know.

Is that all?

I'll tell you this for free.

You find him fast.

Or I will.

Well, according to Jason Murphy, Gavin snuck out with Debbie's bike because he

wanted to fit it out with flash new rims. As evidenced by Mama Sass.

Yeah, it was his wedding present to Debbie.

She would have preferred the pink.

But the mirror chrome, that was Gav's call. It was top of the range. It was

sexy as hell.

You know, he created this whole plan just to keep it a secret.

I need to get on to it now.

Are you sure, hon? It's getting late.

Just... Put them on the table tomorrow with the rest of the presents and enjoy

yourself. She's having a good time.

She won't even notice I'm gone.

And if she does, just tell her it's tradition for the bride and groom to

sleep apart before the wedding.

Just a big softie underneath, eh?

There you go.

Thanks, Mum.

Mama to you.

He was heading to his workshop.

I don't know, I never asked him.

And of course, he never came back.

So... Debbie doesn't think twice when she doesn't see Gavin again.

She expects to see him at the wedding.

Meanwhile, he's lying injured in the bush.

These angels, maybe they're not as hardcore as they present.

I mean, responsible drinking at least.

I've been doing some digging into their values.

They seem to spend most of their time driving up and down the country doing

bike displays at charities and events.

Set up by Mama Sass five years ago, they currently boast 25 members.

Many of whom would know how to tamper with a bike.

Yeah, but if Mama Sass was the only one who knew Gavin was taking Debbie's bike,

then surely that means Debbie was the intended target.

But if she was the target, why would someone drown Gavin?

According to Gina, he was alive when someone dragged him into the creek.

We're sure about that?

Yeah, because Gavin's boot prints are there, and according to Gina, he

wouldn't have been able to stand.

So we have a drowned guy who everybody liked, but with no obvious motive.

Well, Trudy might have had a problem with Debbie.

Apparently there was some aggro between them at the Snake and Tiger, but when I

asked Ray about it, he just downplayed it. Would Trudy know how to sabotage a

bike? I wouldn't have thought so, but, you know, it's Trudy. Perhaps, in Broken

Wood Women's, they studied zen in the art of motorcycle maintenance.

Well, here's a fun coincidence.

Guess who was in Broken Wood Women's together?

Trudy and Debbie.

What was Debbie in for?

Assault and fraud.

So our grief-stricken bride is in all sweetness and light.

Yeah, but it's not just Debbie who was inside.

Every single member of Mama's Angels has done time.

Of the 25 members, only eight were in Broken Wood for the wedding. The others

were part of a parade in the city. Which leaves us with our bridal party.

Debbie, fraud and assault.

Mama Sass, fraud, theft as a servant.

Young Hoss, GBH.

Stevie, manslaughter and EBA.

Belladonna, well a bit of everything really.

From shoplifting to possession to public nudity.

Certainly cast the angels in a whole new light.

I love an ironic gang name.

None of them have form for murder.

Maybe Debbie knew Gavin was taking her bike and grabbed the chance to sabotage

it. And Mama Sass lied about the surprise wedding present to cover her

daughter's tracks.

But why would Debbie want to harm her fiance?

Maybe Trudy knows. Maybe that's what the argument was. I want to see it!

I want to see the murder weapon. I have a right. Take it easy, sir. Hey, I want

to get a look at that bike that Gavin was on. Okay, Mr. Murphy, settle down.

No, no, no, no, no.

If you're all going to sit around on your asses, then at least let me prove

that somebody's tampered with. Mr. Murphy, how about we grab a cup of

coffee, have a chat?

It isn't right.

Whoever killed my brother's still out there. Are you guys doing anything about

it? Jason, we have an investigation into the accident.

Accident?

What makes you think that someone killed your brother?

It's in my bones, mate. He was my brother.

I mean, you sense things that he's been messed with. So you don't have any

proof? That's why I need to get my hands on that bloody machine. I will know

straight away.

Our serious crash unit are due to examine the bike soon. Soon?

What does that mean?

I can't let you anywhere near the bike until it's been examined. Standard

protocol.

He had everything to live for.

Like his life with Debbie. He had this whole big wedding plan.

You should have seen how excited he was.

We're going to be escorted to the venue by a phalanx of bikes. Then when we

leave the lodge, we'll walk through a motorbike gardevoir. And that'll be the

angels revving their engines and releasing balloons and 24 black doves.

24? Yeah, one for each year we've known each other. And black doves, I'm

guessing they could be pigeons?

No, no, they have to be doves.

Oh yeah, the cake.

Right. The cake, you said, shaped like a fat skin.

So a big black cake that looks like a tyre.

Cool, right?

You haven't changed your mind then?

What did you think of Debbie?

Good match for Gavin?

Debbie?

She's fine.

Why do you ask me that?

Just curious.

I've always liked Debbie.

She's a good sort.

So as far as you know, they were in love?

With a bright future ahead.

Yeah.

When the crash unit is finished, I'll let you know if they've found anything.

That's the best you can do, is it?

It is.

Until we know more.

Looks like you're packing some horsepower.

Eva or Carby?

Eva.

Nice. He owns a bike. Oh yeah?

Wouldn't have picked it.

Yeah, Triumph T100.

Good luck with that.

Yeah, good luck. See you in my dust.

Uh, we're actually looking for Debbie. Is she around?

She's gone out.

That fight she had with Trudy Nielsen yesterday.

Know what that was about?

Dunno.

What fight?

Yeah, I don't know. We already know that Trudy and Debbie had a row, so if you

could just tell us what it was about, we don't have to bother Debbie.

And denying it makes it look like you're hiding something, so... We're not big on

talking to cops.

Right.

Your criminal past.

Emphasis on past, bike man. And even if the fight was suspicious, which it

wasn't, angels don't knock on angels.

It's Mama's number one rule.

Number two, stay on the straight and narrow.

We're good girls now.

Sorry, my colleague didn't mean to bring up your criminal records.

He's kind of new.

So if you could just tell me where Debbie is, that would be a great help.

At the chemist.

Oh, she unwell? Yeah, she's got really bad warnings.

Ballishes.

Start definitely hiding something. The pregnancy, do you think?

Even if she was pregnant, who would care?

Unless the baby isn't Gavin's. Maybe, but even if that was the motive, Debbie

would have no way of knowing for sure at this stage.

Well, you just hope for the best, right?

So, a glamorous lady gang, all of whom are capable of sabotaging a bike, one of

whom has a problem with a local Trudy who's done time for murder.

Manslaughter, wasn't it?

No, good lawyer.

Aside from her, there's no obvious suspect.

Well, I wish I could help, but I'm new.

Come on, Ray. We need to talk to Trudy. Where is she? On leave. A nice, well

-deserved holiday.

Oh, a nice holiday.

Like at your house, perhaps.

Now, how would that be a bloody holiday?

No, she's away.

But didn't tell you where?

No. But knowing Trudy as I do, no doubt somewhere surprising.

Such as?

If I knew that, it wouldn't be surprising, would it? Could you let us

know when you hear from her?

Of course.

No worries.

Thanks.

I don't know how long I can hold them off.

I'm so sorry about all this, Ray.

You need to tell me what's bloody going on.

Hey, I was just about to go over and get a coffee from Frodo. Do you want your

usual? Yeah, sure, thanks.

You're up and at it early this morning?

You know what they say, married to the job.

Do they say that?

Who is they?

Well, that's a first. Yeah, but not entirely unexpected.

You haven't took me on my way here.

Driving like a demon.

I'll take care of it.

Be my guest.

Jason, step away from the bike. Come on, man.

You're in enough trouble as it is. Listen to me. The clutch cable's been

cut through. You can see it. When your clutch goes, you lose control. I know

what happens when a clutch cable goes. Well, there you go.

And bets on the ABS was disabled.

Yeah, well that's for the serious crash guys to determine. Gavin would have

skidded unchecked.

Someone set him up to crash.

I know it looks suspicious, but you know what looks even more suspicious?

You breaking into police property.

I'm just doing a job for you.

Messing with evidence makes my job harder.

Jason, you're grieving Gavin, I get that.

But vandalising a police station is not something that we can ignore.

I'll sort out your gait when you arrest someone for my brother's murder.

Yes.

Throw him in the cells and let him call off.

And then book him for willful damage.

Thank you for coming in again on such short notice.

Mama Sass.

Anything I can do to help. Just call me Steph.

Okay, Steph.

This is delicate, but I hope you can shed some light on some of your angels.

Yeah, what do you need to know?

Primarily if any of them had a problem with Debbie or Gavin.

None. We support each other. That's our creed.

So you don't think any of them would have sabotaged Debbie's bike?

I don't know anybody that would have done that. Or why.

Maybe for the same reason that someone might disable her bike's anti-lock

braking system. Oh, no, no, no. That's standard. We do that all the time.

I mean, you wouldn't be able to do skids or wheelies unless the ABS is turned

off. Good to know.

Did any of the angels leave the party at the Snake and Tiger?

Um, not that I saw.

Detective, if you're suggesting that any of my girls would hurt another angel,

you're insulting my intelligence.

We look out for each other. We don't turn on each other.

And underneath all of the staunch posing and the glitzy glamour, we're just a

bunch of good-time girls that like to ride.

I don't know whether you've ever been out on the open road, strapped to the

back of a big bike, but I tell you what, it's a freedom like no other.

I imagine so.

You don't ride?

Holton Kingswood, 1971, four doors and a cassette player.

Old school, eh? Nice.

You know, actually, thinking back, the only aggro that I saw direct towards

Debbie was from that woman at the bar.

Trudy Nielsen.

Look, you know, I hate to diss another sister, but we both know she's done time

for murder.

To be fair, all of your gang has done time for one thing or another.

Sure, we've done time.

I formed Mama's Angels to give sad, abandoned women a place to belong after

they got out of prison.

Which is where Debbie suffered at the hands of this Trudy.

Suffered?

Look, they shared a cell together for a time.

And... Debbie told me that it was a rough ride.

If you call me a narc again, I'll put your head through these bars.

Like a slice of bread in a toaster.

Please.

Trudy. Trudy.

I'm sorry.

Trudy Nielsen assaulted your daughter.

That's how she told it. But the point is, nobody wants to go back.

Especially not Debbie.

I mean, you know, the only reason why she was inside was because she was

trying to protect me.

You're suggesting she lied to protect you?

My daughter is not a liar, Mr. Shepherd.

She's many things, but she's not that.

She defended me physically.

She interceded and somebody got hurt.

Now, that should have been seen as self-defense, but it wasn't.

I see. I'm dedicated to making sure that these girls stay on the straight and

narrow, and I can only hope that any decent police officer would support

that.

You seem to be getting on with the tourists.

Oh, yeah, they're great.

I've been running off my feet since they got here.

And I met someone kind of special.

Oh.

We've been discovering our romantic side, haven't we?

Oh, no, I've always been a romantic. Just never found the right person to

share it with.

Till now.

Usual? Yeah, thanks.

Seem to be an interesting bunch.

Pretty chill for a gang of scary ladies.

Not Bella Donna, though. She's not scary at all. You heard any arguments?

No. Really?

Nothing at all.

Totally. Nothing.

Unless... Look, does it count if I saw something but didn't hear it?

What did you say, Frodo?

Well, the first day they got here, I may have seen something for you on the

house. Really?

That is so sweet of you.

Any time you need a coffee when you're in town, I'm your guy.

Couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but it seemed kind of intense.

It was a real duster.

And a waste of a good oat milk latte.

Wait, sorry, just hang on a minute. Who chucked a coffee at who?

Look, the only name I know is Belladonna, but the curly-haired one

threw it at the one who was getting married.

And you haven't seen either of them today?

No, but I see Belladonna every day like clockwork. I really think something

might be happening there.

Excuse me?

Yeah? Hi.

So, Debbie not with you today?

No.

You know where she is?

No.

I understand there was a bit of an altercation the other day between Stevie

and Debbie.

Stevie chucked a coffee at Debbie.

Do you know why?

Yeah, so it was kind of funny.

Stevie didn't throw up.

She tripped.

That's all.

Yeah, she tripped.

And it, uh, it went all over Debbie.

Kind of funny.

Ah.

Sorry. It's my mistake.

See you, Protolysis!

Bye. Thank you, babe.

Why would Stevie throw a coffee in the face of the bride-to-be?

Maybe she doesn't like oat milk.

I've never understood it.

Or Debbie just has a knack for getting out people's noses.

Mama Sass assured me that everything was happy, happy, joy, joy in the gang.

So she either doesn't know what's going on... Or she's covering for someone.

Either way, she's adamant that none of the women would mess with Debbie's bike.

How far away are we from confirming that the clutch cable was cut?

SEU are on it. We should know very soon, but I'm inclined to believe Jason.

We now know that Debbie was fighting with two people.

Stevie and... We'd like to see Detective Shepard.

Want to say what it's about?

It's okay.

Ray.

Trudy. How can I help?

Come on.

My sister has something she'd like to share.

Well?

Yes. There was a minor altercation on the premises of the Snake and Tiger.

Well, if it was so minor, why didn't you mention it when we asked? Well, Trudy

had only just informed me.

The Snake and Tiger is an aspirational drinking establishment.

We don't condone violence in any form, nor want to be known as a house of rough

and tumble. This altercation was between you and Debbie Cusack.

What prompted it?

She's just someone I knew back...

When I was, um... When you shared a cell in the Broken Wood Woman's prison.

How'd you know about that?

I've heard one side of the story, now I want to hear yours.

For a time, we shared a cell.

Debbie got it into her head that I'd dubbed her in.

Debbie, loose lips truths.

It wasn't me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I stand corrected.

It's lying loose lips truths. I don't knock.

I can't shiv right now. I'd slit your line through. I didn't say anything!

Liar! I've just done 14 days in solitary because of you!

Had Debbie bashed someone?

I'm not confirming or denying anything other than to say she's pretty

aggressive.

Don't believe me. I don't care. You wanted to know about the fight and now

you do. Who started the fight in the bar?

She did.

I told you she had it in for me.

If I were you, I'd find somewhere else to drink.

Is that how you greet all your customers, Nelson?

We're not in prison now, Debbie. You don't get to push me around. We're not

going anywhere.

Sisters, meet the piece of crap narc I told you about. I didn't narc.

Why can't you get your stupid head around that? Better watch what you say

to her. Or what?

Why don't you all just get the hell out?

So that's all it was, was it? Just a bit of push and shove?

A minor altercation.

And Trudy did the wise thing and removed herself from the situation.

You left work.

I went outside for a bit to cool off.

Calm down.

She was counting backwards from 999.

That was very restrained of you.

It was an old trick our mother taught us when we used to scrap as kids.

Unless it got really bad and then she'd lock us in the outside lavatory.

Usually Trudy being the more feisty one.

What?

I'm just saying if you had smacked that biker girl, you would have dealt with

her good and proper.

Which you didn't. That's right, I didn't. So your old life turned up in

your new life and you ordered them out of town. I suggested they drink

somewhere else, that's all. Or did you threaten Debbie to get her to leave? Oh,

that'd be nice and easy, wouldn't it?

The ex-con threatens Debbie.

Oh, she must be the one that murdered her fiancé.

Who said he was murdered?

I don't imagine you're interrogating people for the hell of it, detective.

Excuse us.

So she attempts to injure Debbie because no bride means no wedding and they all

leave.

But accidentally kills Gavin instead.

Hmm. Trudy is a schemer.

Except... Except why would Trudy, of all people, waltz in here and hand us the

motive on a silver platter? Serious crash have confirmed that the clutch

cable was cut in such a way...

That it would have given out after a few minutes of writing.

Great.

Oh, Tina wants me.

She's always wanted you.

Down at the mortuary.

What? Nothing.

No, what?

Do you want backup?

Why would I want backup?

Well, she knows you're single again. She might throw herself at you.

At the mortuary?

That's a happy place.

I don't need backup.

Okay. But if we don't hear from you in two hours, I'm calling in search and

rescue.

Okay, bike guy, how difficult would it be to cut a clutch cable?

Not at all.

The hard part is cutting it somewhere the rider doesn't notice.

Man, did we buy that Trudy would know how to do that? There's two things we

know about Trudy. She's got game and she knows how to meticulously plan a murder.

Man, we never saw him again.

Thanks. What happened to your boss?

He had to go to the morgue.

Guess they're all destined there one day, hey?

Ever own a motorbike?

No.

Did you have Ray? Yeah, in my youth.

When they made real bikes.

So? Did you ever watch Ray tinkering with his bike in his youth?

No. Why?

Because somebody tampered with Debbie's bike and that caused Gavin's accident.

Then maybe you should speak to people who actually own bikes.

I don't know. Maybe like that group of bikers in town. Nah, but we want to talk

to you because so far you're the only person that's had a problem with those

same bikers. But I haven't done anything.

Apart from getting into a fight with them. Hey, hey.

Steady on.

She clearly said it was a minor altercation.

A disagreement between ladies.

With someone you despised. And you were at the pub the whole night?

Of course I was.

But like Ray said, though, I went outside to cool off.

796, 795.

And then stayed out the back.

And after we're closed, go anywhere?

Like where?

I don't know.

For a drive?

I'd like to go now.

Yes, I think we've been more than generous with our time.

Okay, sure.

Um, if you do remember anything suspicious happening that night, please

let us know.

If we get confirmation that Debbie made Trudy's life a misery, we could be

looking at a revenge gone wrong.

We need to get Debbie's side of that prison story.

Yeah, well, it'd be helpful if I could actually find her.

Oh, you want me to come with?

Um, I'm gonna say no.

Well, I just don't think the angels particularly warmed to your rabbiting

story about evos and carbies or whatever it was. We'll give it time.

I'll get them raving about farkles.

Yeah, let's not pretend like that's a thing.

What do you get if you cross function with sparkles?

Function and sparkle.

Really?

Farkle? Bling bling, mother farkler.

Mike, I want to show you some flesh.

Flesh? I found this tiny fragment of skin in the zipper of the victim's boot.

And it's not his?

Exactly. This is the exciting part.

I went all over his body with a very fine toothbrush and I couldn't find any

cut or scratch that matches this fragment.

It was gouged out by the zip as someone pulled the boot on.

So it likely came from someone's hand.

Forefinger, perhaps.

You want to have a look under the microscope?

I'll take your word for it. Okay, I will send it to the lab and hopefully they

will find out whose skin it is. As soon as I hear something, I'll come for you.

Thanks, Gina.

Mike, I want you to know that I understand how hard it must have been

losing Beth like that. Thanks, Gina. I appreciate it, but I don't need to talk

about it. You must. You must let it all hang out.

I'm good.

Thanks, Gina.

But, uh...

Your snake tooth. Please ask me to return it. Oh, my lucky charm.

Meaning?

Unlucky for some.

Is Debbie back?

Inside.

Thanks. Let's get the box covered up.

Sorry to interrupt.

Do you have a moment to chat?

Trudy Nielsen told us a lot about your time together in prison.

I'd like to get your side of the story.

You think Trudy had something to do with Gavin's accident?

Do you?

Wouldn't put it past her.

Well, she said that you made her life a misery, so perhaps she was trying to

cause you some grief.

If she touched my bike I'll kill her.

Because by touching your bike she caused Gavin to crash?

That's what I meant.

The truth is I didn't actually have a serious issue with Trudy.

I just needed to get out of circulation for a bit. I was finding prison life

kind of stressful.

So you wanted to go into solitary?

But I couldn't say that publicly because it would make me look weak.

So I made up a story about Trudy dobbing me in.

Did you ever put Trudy in a headlock then threaten to slit her throat?

I had to make it real, you know.

So that's a yes?

Did she ever threaten to ram your head through the prison bars like bread

in a toaster?

Who told you that?

Well, it doesn't matter who told me, but is it true?

Didn't happen.

I'm beginning to understand why Trudy didn't want you in the pub.

Mm, and it did get a bit pushy, cos I didn't want her blabbing about my

private business in front of the other angels.

I'm Mama Sass's daughter.

I have a rep to maintain.

Right, but it's OK for some of your private business to be out in the open.

I take it this thing with Stevie is new?

I don't know what you think you saw.

I saw two people intertwined on a couch looking very comfortable in each other's

space.

Stevie was comforting me.

In case you missed it, I'm grieving my dead fiancé.

Although you're not wearing your engagement ring anymore.

Give forensics a hurry up on that skin fragment.

Thanks.

Hey. Ready to hear a new theory?

I just interrupted Debbie and Stevie looking like a very comfy couple. It was

undeniable. Though Debbie did.

So, what if the bride-to-be was having an affair?

And wanted the groom out of the picture. And if not her, it's fair to assume that

someone would have a problem with an affair so close to the upcoming

nuptials.

And presumably, that person...

Wasn't Trudy. What about Jason Murphy?

What about him?

Well, if Debbie was the target, maybe he wanted to protect his brother from a

sham marriage.

And inadvertently killed his own brother in the process.

Nor more likely.

What if Stevie wanted Gavin out of the picture?

Was Debbie forthcoming about the pregnancy?

Not entirely.

Oh, um, I understand you might be pregnant.

Who told you that?

Someone let it slip.

Is it true?

Congratulations.

Hardly a time to celebrate, is it? No, it's true.

It's a tragedy Gavin won't be here to support you.

Oh, sorry.

Assuming that the child is Gavin's.

Whose else would it be?

Which wasn't exactly a yes.

I think repurposing this for Gavin's wake is a wonderful idea.

A phoenix rising from the ashes.

Christ.

He hasn't even been cremated yet.

Oh, I'm so sorry. That came out wrong. I only mean... You mean, what else are we

going to do with it?

Yeah.

And it is black.

I'll talk to Jason, see what he thinks.

Yeah?

Sorry to interrupt.

Detectives.

Um, we're just in the middle of organising the catering for the wake.

Gavin's wedding cake?

Well, we thought he'd like it to be eaten.

So much effort into the wedding arrangements. So eager to be married.

Debbie didn't have to do a thing.

I thought...

Brides like to be all over wedding arrangements. Well, he wanted to do it

all for her.

He was a very modern man.

We can confirm the details later. Yes, sure.

We were just actually looking for Stevie.

Well, I don't keep tabs on everybody 24-7, they're grown women.

Why don't you try the mobile coffee shop, The Road? Look, we're really

exhausted. These questions, constantly, they're not helping.

We'll be brief.

What can you tell us about Debbie's relationship with Stevie?

What? Debbie and her involvement with Stevie Johansson?

What? You didn't know?

This is a load of... You know that she was about to get married.

So, what is it?

You guys see a bunch of empowered women on bikes and we're meant to be lesbian,

is that it?

My daughter loved Gavin. He's not even buried and here you guys are spreading

salacious garbage about their relationship.

I guess I expected better.

You can't be the only ones who know about Debbie and Stevie.

Agreed. It's hard to keep a secret in a gang.

And what Mrs. Baker said about Gavin taking control of their wedding

arrangement, that's unusual, right?

In my limited experience, yeah.

Limited? Come on.

So... How involved did you get in your wedding details then?

I was happy to take a step back.

Or maybe you see a straight guy who's interested in cakes and you think that's

odd, is that right?

Guess I just expected better.

Yeah, that was a deeply uncomfortable burn.

If it is just a fling, that's one thing, but if it's been going on for a while,

I'd buy...

Debbie and or Stevie wanted to get rid of Gavin.

And you know what they say, unlike the pyramids, love triangles are not built

to last. Do they?

Who said that?

I don't remember. But maybe it's the same they said you're married to your

job.

So.

Who's they?

My ex-wife, Tabitha.

Actual ex-wife? Actual, yes.

She signed me away.

Along with Beth's ideals of marriage.

She sabotaged you?

No.

She told the truth.

I am married to my job.

And in this marriage, there's only room for one.

And I'm okay with that.

But that's just me.

Here endeth the lesson.

Here we go. You are the sweetest guy, Frodo, giving us all these free coffees.

Delicious ladies deserve delicious coffee, right?

Mike, Detective Simms. This is Belladonna and Young Hoss. They're two

of the angels that are in town.

We've met.

Greetings all. Yep, we've seen a lot of Broken Woods finest over the last few

days, haven't we?

Always seem to be sniffing around.

Actually, young hoss, I'm interested in Stevie.

That doesn't sound creepy at all.

Know where she is?

So you have no idea where Stevie is?

Or Debbie?

Better get on, eh?

Aren't you all staying together?

I guess they're hanging out somewhere else.

Because they're a couple.

Maybe.

Well, I never know if it's still a secret or not.

Anne, how long have you all been holding on to this secret?

How is that any of your business?

It's our business because we're quite keen to find out who killed Debbie's

fiancé.

I think it's been about a year.

Thank you.

A year is a long time. That's not a recent fling.

So jealous Stevie wants to stop the wedding?

Man does well placed to make it look like an accident.

Hang on.

Everybody else seems to know about Debbie and Stevie.

So Mama Sass must know. Which means she lied.

And she's all about protecting her daughter.

Yeah, but from what exactly?

Another jail sentence? Oh, gosh. What a day.

I'm on my fourth coffee. Stress, you see. Don't tell my doctor. My heart rate

is banging past it. There's a sailor in the South Seas problem.

Apologies. It's just so awful, isn't it? I mean, I've had grooms die on their

wedding night, but at least they went with a smile on their face.

Mrs Baker?

Sorry, sorry, yes.

We were just debating your comment about Gavin being a very modern man.

Oh, well, he was.

Organised, decisive, wouldn't let Debbie worry about a thing. As I said to Mama

Saz when she gave me the CD the night before the wedding, he even had the

music already fully under control.

And also, you know...

The history with the brother, I thought that was very, you know, modern. The

brother? Well, in the past, a while ago, about five years back, around the time

Jason and Gavin lost their parents when they were very sad, drowned in a

whitewater rafting accident.

Back then, Debbie used to go out with Jason, the brother, the toey.

So that's how she knew Gavin, through Jason?

Yes, and I thought that was lovely, having him as the best man. Very modern.

No hard feelings or anything.

Mr. Murphy.

Thought you'd be at the station working on our gate.

Thought you'd be out tracking down my brother's killer.

I am.

What are you suggesting?

All I'm suggesting is that maybe you can help with some backgrounds.

Did you notice any friction between Debbie and Gavin leading into the

wedding? What's that got to do... You can't think Debbie had anything to do

with this.

We have to look at all possibilities.

I suppose there was the odd argument, but I just put it down to pre-wedding

nerves. So nothing to suggest that Debbie had been seeing someone else?

What?

Who?

I'm not at liberty to say.

No, never. Well, if you haven't heard anything, then maybe there's no truth to

the rumour that she has a special friend. Christ, mate.

She only hangs out with the angels.

I mean, where would she even meet?

Wait.

One of the other women in Mama's Angels?

Get out of town. It's not possible.

Why do you say that? Because she's not that way inclined.

You sound like you have it on good authority.

I know enough.

How well do you know her?

Well enough to know that's not her style.

Okay.

But safe to say that people change over time.

Say over five years, people can evolve.

I've had enough of this.

It was true.

Which one?

That's not for me to say. Which one? Mr Murphy, that's not for me to say.

Of all the people upset about Debbie's affair, Gavin would have been the most

put out.

Maybe he found out about the affair and threatened Stevie.

I mean, everyone else is either lying about the affair or refusing to accept

it. Or Jason found out and tampered with Debbie's bike.

Jason's a hothead, but he looked shocked when I told him.

Besides, he strikes me more as a guy who'd have a go at Debbie directly.

Maybe he still holds a flame for Debbie.

Takes out his own brother deliberately.

Annie knew about the fact that Gavin was planning on taking Debbie's bike that

night. That Towie's causing trouble at Frodo's.

Ah.

Put it down, dickhead! Not until one of you tells me who messed my brother

around. Put it down!

Just put it down. Maybe we could arm-wrestle or something. It's hardly a

fair fight, bro.

You wait till Mama Sass hears about this. She will skin you alive.

Give her a call, then.

Maybe she can tell me what I want to know. Mr Murphy.

Oh, he has trouble.

Put the bike down.

He knows.

But he can't tell me. Or he won't. You're yourself a very big hole, Jason.

All of you know.

And you really ought to tell me.

Don't.

Well? All right.

Stevie.

There you go.

Wasn't so hard now, was it?

Stevie, eh?

Big bad Stevie.

Two trips to the cells in one day. Keep it up and you'll want to redecorate.

Yeah, well, you weren't going to tell me, and I had a right to know. A right

to know who was sleeping with your brother's fiancée. Yeah. Or your ex

-girlfriend.

Same thing, right?

So, how did you actually feel about that? About Gavin being cheated on? No.

About your brother marrying your ex-girlfriend.

Must have raised some interesting feelings.

Come on, man.

It was ages ago.

Plus, she's up the duff.

By Gavin? Yes, by Gavin.

Listen, you're looking under rocks that were turned over years ago.

Well, we'll have plenty of time to reminisce while we hold you overnight.

Overnight? On what grounds?

Ignoring previous police bail conditions, willful damage, disorderly

behaviour. You want me to carry on?

Just find out who killed my brother.

We will.

If we haven't already.

You're going to have to stop these visits.

People are going to start talking.

I'm used to being gossiped about.

As am I.

I don't doubt it.

Could you give us a moment?

So, yesterday, why didn't you tell us you knew about Debbie and Stevie?

No, I shouldn't have lied to you.

My daughter's been through enough, OK? She doesn't need people gossiping.

Besides, it was nobody's business.

Her and Gavin, they've got an understanding.

Gavin knew?

Come on, Detective.

We've seen a few sunsets. We both know the old school rules don't necessarily

apply anymore.

And he was fine with it?

Well, everyone knew it was a fling. You know, past taste of freedom.

Stevie see it that way?

Yeah, well, I'm sure that Debbie made it pretty clear.

But someone in your group wasn't cool with it.

Unless you can think of another reason why someone would cut the clutch cable

on Debbie's bike.

So you're positive that's what happened?

It's been confirmed.

And I know that you'd want to know if someone was capable of doing that in

your group.

Damn right I would.

Mama Sass claims that Gavin knew about the affair but didn't care.

I take it she didn't offer any insight into who did care.

Fair to say we have a small problem with gang loyalty.

Well, according to Belladonna, first rule is angels don't knock on angels,

especially to cops.

So what if more than one of them was involved?

Have you ever wondered how many of your friends would help you bury a dead body,

no questions asked?

Can't say that I have.

Let's say Stevie wants Gavin out of the picture. She sets up the accident, but

it all goes pear-shaped.

And enlists her loyal gang mates to help her out.

Well, that would explain why they've all been so tight-lipped. Nothing bonds a

group more than a secret, especially a big secret.

It would also explain why none of them are cut up by Gavin's death.

Mike, I have good news and bad news.

The lab has come back with the DNA results from the skin sample.

And?

They don't match any DNA on record.

And the good news?

The skin definitely comes from a woman, which does not surprise me.

Any angels not in the system?

Well, they're all in the system, but none of their crimes required any

handover of DNA.

Well, my money's on Stevie.

Or Stevie and friends.

Let's locate Stevie.

Someone's letting off steam.

Perhaps, if I waved a chequered flag, she'd come in for a pit stop.

What? You're a hard woman to pin down.

I don't look very hard.

Oh no, we did.

We've been wanting to talk to you about Debbie.

So we can do that here or at the station.

You look upset.

Just the wind.

What do you want to know?

The night of the pre-wedding shindig at the Snake and Tiger, what were your

movements? I was at the party and then went back to the lodge.

And you didn't leave the party at any point?

Look, I had nothing to do with Gavin's accident, OK?

But you must have been pretty happy about it.

It was Gavin gone, Debbie was free to be with you.

You've got no idea what you're talking about.

You seemed pretty cosy on the couch the other day.

Yeah, cosy when it suits her.

If Debbie genuinely wanted to be with me, then she never would have agreed to

go along with this sham wedding.

Wait, you're saying that Debbie didn't want to marry Gavin?

She didn't, she didn't.

Mind telling us why?

He's a controlling pig.

She wanted to end it.

Didn't know how. It was the baby and she was just too bloody gutless to go

through with it. So someone took matters into their own hands. But it wasn't me.

I swear.

Are you going to tell me what you're looking for?

That's not how it works, as you well know.

Is this even legal?

Maybe I should get a lawyer.

You're not under arrest. We're just trying to rule you out.

Hopefully.

I told you I didn't like the guy, but I didn't cause his accident.

See? That wasn't so painful now, was it?

I can't see any cuts or nicks.

Okay.

Gavin found out about me and Debbie about a month ago.

And it had been going on for a year or so.

Help me out.

Debbie was involved with both of you. She and I got together first.

Then she freaked out because she didn't want to be out as a lesbian and we broke

up over it.

Then presumably got together with Gavin in your break.

He was an old flame.

He was keen as to get back together with her and I guess they were happy for a

bit. until you two started seeing each other again.

Well, it was impossible to stay away.

Seeing each other every weekend and on every trip.

Debbie kept saying she was going to end it with Gavin, but the closer it got to

the wedding, the worse it got. How can you go through with it if you love

someone else?

It's just, it's crazy.

It's all organised.

He's gone to so much trouble.

No, you have to stop this.

What if I don't have to?

Once this is all done and dusted, we can just carry on like before.

In secret?

Now, if you want to be with me, then just break up with him.

Please!

We'll make it work, I promise.

It's just not as simple as that.

I'm having a baby.

I knew she was worried about the baby and I tried to convince her that we

could raise it together.

But she didn't want that.

She did.

But she was afraid of what Gavin would do once he found out she was pregnant. I

found the text, Debbie.

I'm not stupid.

It's nothing, babe. It's...

You're just making a big deal out of it. I miss you so much.

You're my sun and moon, Stevie.

Nothing?

Who the hell is this guy?

Not a guy. Oh, come on.

How can you lie to my face?

You're my best friend, Debs. Please don't do this. Just tell me the truth.

Stevie is one of the angels.

Stop now, do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Mama Sass implied the same thing about Gavin.

Mirachrome rims when pink would have been better.

He sounds like the my way or highway kind of guy.

Do you think Mama Sass could be covering for Debbie?

I don't know.

We don't have anything concrete that points directly to her.

And Gavin, what we now know, the person who benefits most from Gavin's demise is

Debbie.

What's Stevie doing here?

This way.

So, you and Debbie heard about Gavin's plan to take her bike during the party

and saw an opportunity to make sure he crashed it. I would never do that.

I mean, makes sense.

An accident would postpone the wedding and buy you both some time to work out

what to do next.

So, whose idea was it, Stevie?

Okay, well, guess we'll just have to ask Debbie.

She's only down the hall.

Is it supposed to intimidate me?

No.

I'm just saying, if she does say it was your idea, then it's not going to look

very good for you, is it? But she won't say that, because it didn't happen.

We never had that conversation, and we didn't touch the bike.

Any idea who might have tampered with your bike?

Seems like you and Stevie were the only ones with a good reason to injure Gavin.

Well, this is garbage.

I would never have hurt him. So you didn't hurt him when you cheated on him

with Stevie?

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

Stevie told us about your relationship.

About how the course of true love never did run smooth.

We were sorting things out.

Are you sure? It sounds like Stevie was still pretty upset about the wedding.

So what?

Doesn't mean she tried to kill him. How are you so sure?

Because she's the best person I've ever met.

She'd never do that to me.

Not even if she was trying to save you from a marriage to a bully?

We know there was another side to Gavin.

A controlling side.

A violent side.

That kind of felt good as you were thinking about your life ahead together.

Senor, we've got a situation.

Because of your idiotic harassment, my sister is now being threatened with

violence. Okay, settle down. No, I won't settle down. She told me they came right

into our pub, which is in no way meant to be a house of rough and tumble.

I hear you've been narking to the cops to get back at Debbie, eh? I didn't tell

the cops anything. They didn't already know.

I'll find out what you did.

You know what happens to narks, eh?

That kind of intimidation cannot go unanswered. I want it sorted out now.

Wasn't the story that Trudy hadn't seen anything incriminating? So, what could

she have possibly told us? Well, yeah, that's right.

But my point is, she's been threatened.

Did Trudy see something dodgy, Ray? When she went outside to cool down and count

backwards, did she see something? Not that she told me.

Maybe you should ask her yourself.

So I'm free to go, eh?

You are.

Told you.

Wasting my time.

You're free to go on condition that you don't make contact with Stevie Johansson

or D.B. Cusack or any of the Mama's Angels group for the next 28 days.

Understood?

Understood.

As I was saying, are we all good?

We're here to talk to Trudy. Well, she's not here.

Okay, come on, Ray.

She's not.

She's in hiding.

And don't ask me where, because I don't... Because you're no nice.

Well, yeah, obviously, but also I don't know.

So she's not here, fair enough, but she did see something, didn't she, Ray?

Ray, if she saw something... She won't tell you. It's her code. I get that.

But she might have told you, and therefore you can tell us.

Why would I do that? Because you have no code.

Whoa!

Steady on.

I know the difference between right and wrong.

Good, then do the right thing, Ray, and help us help Trudy to sort this ugly

business out.

All right, but this didn't come from me.

You need to tell me what's bloody going on.

796, 795.

That night when she went out to call off, she may have seen someone fiddling

with a bike.

But then again, they're always fiddling with their bikes. And don't ask me which

bike because I don't know. I'm more interested in which angel.

I don't know. By the sounds of it, an average-sized brunette won in leathers.

Well, that describes half the bloody gang, Ray. Whoever tampered with that

bike is at least partially responsible for a man's death.

Think harder, Ray. Did Trudy mention anything else?

A tattoo?

Yeah, Trudy mentioned that because it was weird to her.

But not to me.

Dilly something.

As an ex-biker myself, Dilly Gaff is a statement of pride.

An existential point of view.

Aspirational, you might say.

Jeez,

that takes me back to my full-length brown leather overcoat, my flying

goggles and jodhpurs.

Cruising around town, I was known as Kawasaki Ray.

De La Gaffe is a common bikers acronym.

It stands for, do I look like I give a... We just want a

quick chat.

I wouldn't above you.

Whoever cut the clutch cable on Debbie's bike knew that Gavin would crash.

And we have a witness who places you doing something to Debbie's bike that

night. Question is, why?

What was your intention, Tonya Lee?

I have the right to remain silent, you know that.

We also have a skin sample that places a woman at the murder scene.

It's from a cut or a scratch.

Not really a bit like those.

I work on bikes.

I nick my hands all the time. If we took a DNA sample, it would match our skin

sample, wouldn't it? Well, good luck getting anything from me. And if that

bitch Trudy told you that I messed with Debbie's bike, she's lying.

We know it was one of the angels.

So if not you, then who?

If you think I'm going to throw one of the gang under the bus, you're dreaming.

They're my family.

Well, she certainly looks capable of dragging Gavin down to the creek.

Senor.

Ah.

Miss Cusack.

Come through.

I asked you to back off nicely. Instead you bring my daughter down here for more

questioning? And Stevie and young Hoss?

Well, we are investigating a homicide.

That they had nothing to do with. I want you to release young Hoss now.

She'll be free to go.

Once we've finished our questioning.

Now maybe you're giving them special treatment because they're ex-crims.

They'll come back down here to be with a lawyer.

You're welcome to do that, but what you should consider is that one of your

angels has strayed back to the dark side.

Somebody killed your future son-in-law. And what I find odd is that you don't

seem to want us to find out who it was.

No.

No, I don't.

Of course I don't.

Because I think I know why.

I've been worried about her for quite some time.

Young Hoss?

She's got a short fuse.

Impulse control.

When I brought her into the gang, she was fine at first, but she's got a

violent past.

And you tried keeping her on the straight and narrow?

Maybe she needs help beyond what I can give her.

And why would she have it in for Gavin?

She didn't want Debbie to marry him.

He ripped her off in the past.

Dodgy bike parts or something like that, but she didn't trust him. And you didn't

share her concerns?

No, but I wished I had have taken them seriously.

Look, this is going to kill Debbie.

She's one of her closest friends.

Yeah.

Maybe... Maybe she didn't want to kill him. Maybe she just wanted to hurt him

so that the wedding would be called off.

Mama Sass has just been in with an interesting story about you. How you

hated Gavin and didn't want the marriage to happen.

Because he was a bullying pig.

Is that why you tampered with Debbie's bike then followed him?

You found him at the crash site and were shocked to find him conscious and alive.

He pleaded with you to help him.

But you saw the chance to be rid of him for good.

So you dragged him to the creek and held him under.

What? No.

He pulled on his boots to make it look as if he's staggered down to the creek

and fallen in.

But you caught your hand in the zip. And once we compare your DNA with the skin

found in the zip, we'll have everything we need to prove it. That all sound

about right?

I want to talk to Mama Sass.

She's gone.

Trying to work out how to break the news to Debbie and the rest of the Angels.

They'll cut me loose.

Well, what's done is done.

But you still need to tell us what happened.

Exactly what happened.

What you said.

Exactly like that.

Because I hated him.

Alright. Best we get a formal statement then.

What am I to do?

What do I do?

What am I to do?

Usual? Yeah, thanks, Frodo.

Hey, what's up with the face like a dropped pie?

Oh, Bella Donna's leaving this evening. I thought she was going to invite me to

go with her.

Oh, sorry, mate.

I'm beginning to think she only liked me for my coffee.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure that's not true.

Well, it was fruit.

The thing is, Frodo, girls like Belladonna have a boy in every town.

Out of all the guys in Brokenwood, she chose you to hang out with.

Yeah, I never thought of it like that.

But she's still the one that got away.

So, is it just me, or was that the easiest cough in the history of all

coughs? Yeah, I'll admit, I'm surprised young Hoss didn't put up more of a

fight. It was too easy.

Yeah, she seemed shocked when we described how Gavin died.

It was like she was hearing it for the first time.

Because she was hearing it for the first time.

Frodo, I know it's my fifth one today, but I assure you I don't have a problem.

Mrs Baker.

Oh, Detective.

Nice to see you.

You said that Mama Sass gave you a CD on the night before the wedding?

Yes. But as I said to her, Gavin had already given me all the music, very

definite about which track when.

And to be honest, it was all on one of those stick it in sticky things. Memory

stick. Exactly.

I hope one of those.

Brain like a sieve sometimes.

Don't we all.

Where was this?

At the Snake and Tiger.

I popped in to wish the girls good luck and I bumped into her on my way out.

There you are.

Just popped in to wish you all the best for the big day tomorrow.

I just popped back to the digs to get that CD for you for tomorrow.

Oh, but Gavin has that sorted.

I mean, what was it going to do with the CD?

Thanks, Mrs Baker.

Ah, we're off.

Hey, we'll get those coffees to go.

Young Hoss was nowhere near Gavin when he died.

She agreed that Gavin was pleading for help, but Gina confirmed that he would

have been unconscious throughout.

I think she cut the clutch cable, but she didn't kill him.

Well then who did?

Stevie.

Who would young Hoss do anything for? And who was overly protective of Debbie?

Mama Sass told me herself that Debbie only ended up in prison because she was

protecting her mother. She was trying to protect me.

And we now know she left the party.

What if Mama Sass was protecting her daughter from Gavin?

Because if Stevie knew he was a bully then Mama Sass must have known.

Mama Sass was desperate to stop her daughter, an unborn grandchild, from

being tied into a bad marriage.

There you go. She knew that Gavin was taking Debbie's bike and so convinced

young Hoss to mess it up, knowing that the accident would postpone the wedding.

Bottom line is, young Hoss would do anything for Mama Sass.

But that's where young Hoss's involvement ends.

Because it's Mama who leaves the party on an innocent enough mission.

Hey, I'm just going to shoot back to the house to get this wedding CD for Mrs. B.

But that isn't where she's going.

She suddenly sees an opportunity to protect her daughter for good.

Then she sets about covering up her tracks.

Mama Sass is like the patron saint of broken women.

She has no tolerance for bullying men, especially when it comes to her own

daughter.

He dodged a bullet, my girl. I hope you know that.

Mama Sass set the whole thing up so that young Hoss would take the fall.

We have a witness that saw Hoss tampering with the bike and a

confession.

What have we got on Mama Sass?

Dry those crocodile tears, okay?

Yeah?

Get out of here.

You guys alright?

Let's go.

Nothing.

Unless we can match the DNA to that skin sample.

Although with a confession from young Hoss, the court will never compel Mama

Sass for her DNA.

And there's no way young Hoss will ever knock on her. True, but we can get young

Hoss's DNA and at least prove that it wasn't her who drowned Gavin.

Although, that will take days.

So, we need to buy some time.

burn it down burn it down now sister burn it down burn it down now brother

burn it down burn

it down burn it down now

sister burn it down burn it down

Stephanie Cusack, you are under arrest for the murder of Gavin Murphy.