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Does your mother know best when she left me in charge of you?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Evening. It is indeed, sir.

Good morrow.

OK.

It gets weirder every year.

Yeah, steampunk is much...

Not really my thing, but you've got to admire the creativity, I guess.

I never picked you to be a corgi guy.

Friend of a friend.

Oh, yeah.

I'm about to head out to the lookout.

Want to join me?

I'd love to, but he struggles with the hills here on short legs.

OK.

Hey, corgis are cute, but look out because they're one of the more deadlier

breeds. Ciao.

Come on.

Yeah.

Please welcome our leader, ace dirigible pilot, Captain J.R. Brocklesby!

Thank you!

Salutations all, and welcome to the annual Brokenwood Aeronauts Steampunk

Convivial! Huzzah!

Huzzah! I wish to offer my heartfelt gratitude to Mrs. Winsley

for providing such sumptuous vittles.

And, of course, to Dr. Devious for his devilish libation.

As you know, each year we fundraise to take us all down to the grand steampunk

festival in Oamaru.

And it's a wonderful time.

Lord knows it's expensive, too. So this year, I decree that the Brokenwood

Aeronauts... will not be launching an official contingent to the festival fear

not my friends all is not lost no to elaborate i'd like to

invite the town big bug the right honorable mr neil bloom

gosh look at you

uh thank you walden I have to admit, I don't fully understand what steampunk is

or what's going on here.

But I have it on good authority from my nephew, Bart, that it is a lot of fun.

And I'm assured by Captain Brocklesby that it celebrates diversity.

Oh, absolutely.

And if Brokenwood is to be known for one thing, it should be inclusiveness.

Which is why the District Council has agreed to support the first ever...

official Brokenwood Steampunk Festival!

Magnificent news!

Magnificent news! And hear me, it shall be bigger, better, grander by far!

We shall be the talk of all things steam!

The Brokenwood Aeronauts shall reign supreme for time!

Now, let's all get slaughtered!

This one's called Steampunk the Funk. One, two, three, four!

These fireworks, ladies and gents, have been banned in 50 countries.

Smuggled into New Zealand for the Chinese New Year.

Extremely dangerous in the wrong hands.

Oh, just bloody get on with it. Sorry for trying to create... A sense of

occasion, Eric.

Wait,

wait.

You.

Just go.

I promise I'm not watching.

Oh, my God. Look at me.

Typical. Just finishing up a lovely Sunday roast lamb.

Oh, a Roxy special.

Brain special, actually.

You? Oh, nothing fancy.

Can of soup.

You've been on the soups a lot since you and Kahu broke up. You should come round

after. There's leftovers.

As I've already explained, Kahu and I haven't broken up.

Right. You're just not seeing each other.

He's 60 miles offshore working on an oil rig, and I don't do long-distance

relationships. Got it.

Ooh.

I see budget cuts have really hit the dog section this year.

It belongs to the senior.

Just round the corner.

I just got a dog. Is this a mid-life crisis?

That's a corgi.

Hardly the sports car of the canine world.

I think I might pass on the roast lamb.

Yeah, copy that.

Oh, hold up. We've got a biohazard.

So far, one confirmed fatality, a Lionel Bridges.

Another male rushed to hospital in serious condition.

What the hell happened here?

A steampunk club party thing.

A port-a-loo exploded.

Do we know what caused it?

Suspected gas leak.

What? Didn't say anything.

There's a propane gas bottle visible, but we can't get in there until the

hazmat team have deemed the area safe.

You should work in single file.

Less chance of stepping on another mine.

I highly doubt a landmine caused this.

What else?

Probably quite a few things.

Such as?

Well, that's what we're here to investigate.

But no answers yet.

So, you should consider the worst case scenario.

In Russia, there is a saying.

Life is like a landmine.

Life is like a landmine.

That's it. Every step you take.

Might be your last.

You Russians are a cheery bunch.

Try to be.

Mike, the victim is in several pieces.

This will take some time.

And nothing doing until hazmat give you the all clear.

Good things happen to those who wait, Mike.

Right.

Witnesses. Let's see if this is anything more than a freak accident.

Well, exploding portal, eh?

Nothing suspicious about that.

Victim, Lionel Bridges, 60 years old, owner of the Broken Wood Models and

Trains shop.

Also founding member of the Aeronauts Steampunk Society.

Do we know what steampunk is yet? Um, quite strange.

Yeah, I can corroborate that.

Lionel is also the father of one of the members.

Poppy, do you recall where you were at the time of the blast?

Seriously? Her dad has just been killed.

Right, sorry.

Look, this can wait.

It's Cleo, yeah?

Can I organise you two a ride home?

Yeah.

Are you hurt?

She's embarrassed because she wet us. Poppy.

We were outside watching the fireworks display.

When? Boom.

I see. Well, don't worry.

It happens.

Shock, you think?

Maybe. Probably didn't help that she'd been drinking.

Actually, most of them seem pretty drunk. Or, as they like to say in their

steampunk vernacular, full as a tick, soaked, sloshed, fully roosted.

Yeah, for a bunch of nerds, they really like to get on it.

The owner of the portaloos, Tim Verner, was certainly embodying all of those

terms. Has anything like this ever happened to one of your portaloos

before?

Timmy time toilet tanks don't explode.

That wouldn't be very good word of mouth.

What was the guest tank for?

Hey, hey, hey, is there someone we can call?

No, I'm okay.

No, no, no, we'll get you a ride home, eh?

Okay.

I just got used to toilet.

No, no, no, you can't.

Blow up, right?

You smell like the floor of the frog and cheetah.

How do you know what the floor of the Frog and Cheetah smells like?

I'll follow up today.

Is it possible a firework hit the gas tank?

Yeah, possible, but unlikely.

We got a licence for them. You don't need a licence for fireworks, Nigel. Oh,

OK. But we read all the safety precautions on the box. Jesus, sorry!

We bought them off a stall on the side of the road.

Honestly, they were rubbish, really.

Did any of them go near the portalo?

Most of them didn't go anywhere at all.

And the owner of the hangar, he flies hot air balloons?

Yes, Alden Coombs.

Still in hospital.

They're going to update me when he regains consciousness.

Now, are we going to talk about the dog-shaped elephant in the room?

Willy. I'm looking after him for a friend.

A female friend?

Possibly a girl friend.

Gina. Mike, I have finished assembling the body, minus one piece.

It was challenging.

It reminded me of Tetris.

I'm on my way.

Right.

Come on, Willie.

Let's go.

Uh, Mike?

Dog, mortuary, sort of a... Charred body parts.

Right. I see your point.

Here.

What?

Given that he was at the epicenter of the blast, I'm surprised he's in such

good shape.

Shapes, Mike?

He's in shapes.

But the walls of the portable toilet were plastic, so the energy of the blast

was dispersed.

If they were made of concrete, he would have been liquefied.

Pink mist.

Anything of note?

His lungs show signs of heavy smoking. His liver was inflamed. Blood alcohol

very high. His bladder was empty.

And he had fish and chips for an early dinner.

Probably around 5.30pm.

But most interesting.

The lighter had been fused with the skin.

I found what remains of a packet of cigarettes too.

So we have a probable source of ignition.

Good work.

I'm not just a pretty face, Mike.

No.

You said you were missing a piece? Yes, my Tetris is incomplete.

Sims?

Forensics have found the remains of a hose attached to the propane tank, and

it appears strips of duct tape were covering the ventilation holes of the

portalo.

Someone purposely filled it with gas.

And Lionel Bridges had a cigarette lighter in his hand when he died.

What? Some kind of elaborate suicide attempt?

Unlikely, no.

Then someone had it in for Lionel. Seems that way.

Carry on. Oh, and, uh, we'll look out for his left ear.

Wait, what?

Did you say an ear?

Hello?

Lion? Uh, Salt.

Broken Wind doesn't have a line quarry.

I can watch you go around for an hour, seven hours.

I mean, even though it's the same, it's like there's always something new.

But you worked for Lionel.

Part-time.

You knew him well?

He was like a father to me.

We can put you in touch with a grief counsellor. I don't know.

I'll be OK.

Do you think you're up to giving me that statement now?

I might have known I'd find you in this place.

It's not a good thing for you to be here today. It's morbid. Morbid, Barty. Mum,

Lionel, I love this place. I'm showing my respects, all right? Well, you show

your respect by looking after yourself.

Tell him.

I was surprised to see the shop open.

See? See what this man says. Mum.

Oh, um, I'm sorry about last night.

I might have come across a bit brusque.

Get away from him! Go on, shoo!

Ma'am, she's a paramedic. Who are you?

DSS Mike Sheppard.

Oh! My son doesn't need a detective.

He needs a doctor.

I was overwhelmed by everything.

I understand.

How about we get a cup of tea at the station?

Get their statement.

OK.

What have we got, team?

The likely source of the propane tank at the party.

Storage for all of Alden Coombs' hot air balloon propellant. Left unlocked.

Also, this length of steel was found jammed in what remains of the port-a-loo

door. It would have prevented the door being opened from the inside.

Which means we're definitely not dealing with a suicide.

Could be off the junk decorating the port-a-loo.

Or should I say...

Timmy Time Toilet Tank.

You provided them to the party for free, is that correct?

Oh, for sure.

Sponsorship.

You've got to be prepared to do some pro bono work for name exposure in the first

few years of a start-up company.

Timmy Time, it's an interesting name for your brand.

Yeah, it's pretty cool, right?

I did a business course.

You've got to make it a personal connection with what you're offering.

That's the key to success.

Even though you're associating your name with going to the toilet. Oh, totally.

I mean, every time you feel the urge and you think, ooh, it's Timmy time, that's

like ka-ching for me.

That's what winning feels like.

Where was he at the time of the explosion?

Supposedly watching the fireworks, as was everyone else, it seems.

Yeah, great display.

Best I've seen in a while.

I heard it was pretty average.

Yeah, right.

Yeah.

Do you know of any reason why anyone would want to hurt Lionel Bridges?

Don't know.

I wouldn't call him a friend, but he was passionate about the cause.

The cause being steampunk?

Sorry. I feel terrible.

Oh, that's understandable. You've lost a member of your group.

Yeah, no.

I smothered a parrot last night.

You what?

I smothered a parrot.

Say hello to the green fairy.

In steampunk, when we drink absinthe, we smother a parrot.

Okay,

well, your witness consumed absinthe, so nothing he says is going to be reliable.

Not necessarily.

Speaking from experience.

No. Roxy did it once at uni, though.

She thought she was flying on a cloud with a flock of ducks heading north for

the winter.

Then the next morning, she went down to the park.

Found her air mattress floating in the duck pond.

What is your point exactly?

All I'm saying is Tim Berner has been more than helpful.

Whose idea was it to decorate the Timmy tanks?

Lionel's.

You're a lifesaver, Tim. And you'll give them a plug during your speech?

Yeah, of course.

They're very plastic. High durability, easy clean.

What is it with islanders in bright colours?

God's sake, man.

I wouldn't know.

Being Māori.

Well, you're all from the same islands.

About 500 years before you left yours. Got the jump on you there.

All I'm saying is that these fluoro-monstrosities don't exactly fit

in with the cause.

All right, all right. I could change my mind about not charging you. No, no, no,

they're perfect.

They're perfect.

Perhaps we could... get a little creative.

Just as long as people still see the name?

Oh, yes, absolutely.

Did Lionel always speak like that?

Don't know.

But in my line of work, you get used to dealing with white male crap.

So it was actually Alden's idea to decorate them?

Come to think of it, yeah.

He wanted them to blend in with the theme, I guess.

Steampunk portaloos.

Timmy time toilet tanks.

Yeah.

Decorate or disguise?

Alden Combs is still unconscious.

I'm getting regular updates.

Good. Because that wrought iron bric-a-brac would have camouflaged the

pipe from the gas tank.

How bothered do you think was Tim Verner by Lionel's comments?

He mostly seemed worried about brand exposure.

And I'm no closer to figuring out what steampunk is.

I am, thanks to Bart Bloom.

It's a genre of science fantasy.

It can be music, movies, role-playing, anything.

Often it imagines an alternate future where steampower is still king and

Victorian sensibilities and designs still prevail.

It's about taking ideas from the past and transforming them into something

new. That...

Clearly means a lot to you. With steampunk, you can be whoever you want

to be and escape from the things you don't like about your own life.

Lionel Bridges and Alden Coombs founded the Brokenwood Aeronauts together back

in 2004.

Alden was the charismatic leader, but Lionel was the one with integrity.

He made you feel like you weren't just dressing up, that you were creating a

better world.

I'm still hearing cults.

Every year they fundraise to send themselves to Oamaru.

Apparently there's a big steampunk festival down there. Only I didn't get

to go.

Your health.

Yeah, but this year was going to be different.

Uncle Neil finally agreed that we'd have our own festival up here.

I was so happy, and it was all because of Lionel.

Bart, can you think of any reason why anybody would want to hurt Lionel?

He was just a nice man who ran a model train store in... If

you need to, the bathroom's sitting on the right down the hall.

I prefer to use my own bathroom.

Elsa Bloom is wondering how much longer.

And she asked me to tell you she's worried about your water retention.

Mothers can't live with them, can't live without them, keeping tabs on your

bladder.

So Lionel Bridges is a gentle, quiet soul with no enemies who

someone just decided to blow to smithereens.

What if the explosion wasn't the goal here?

I mean, Lionel's been drinking. The offender then jams the door shut, having

taped the ventilation holes, pumping it full of gas.

By the time Lionel smelled the gas, if he smelled it at all, he's trapped in

there. And with everyone watching the fireworks, nobody hears his screams.

He'd pass out in minutes, be dead in a few more.

The offender then removes the tank, removes the tape, and leaves Lionel to

be discovered, dead on the dunny, just like Elvis.

Only problem is, instead of peanut butter sandwiches, Lionel's vice was

cigarettes. Smoking kills.

But propane gas has like a really bad, stinky egg smell.

How did he not notice?

It's a port-a-loo. Right, yeah.

Alden Coombs has regained consciousness.

Do you want to go get a coffee?

Yeah, sure.

No, not you.

Get back to Tim Verner.

We need to know how quickly that portal can be filled with gas.

Come on, we'll lead this way.

Nope.

He seems very wise.

I'll take your word for it.

I know it's hard, but last night... It doesn't seem real.

I keep expecting him to call or come walking around the corner.

Is your mother still around? No.

She ran off when Poppy was a baby.

She left Lionel to raise her on his own, with Billy Speak.

Tough.

Is there any other family around?

She's got me now, eh, babe?

She doesn't need anyone else.

Poppy, we're concerned that your father's death wasn't an accident.

Do you know of anyone that might have wanted to have hurt him?

Definitely not her mum, if that's what you mean.

She lives in Australia.

What was your last memory of seeing him last night?

It was later in the night just before the fireworks.

Did your father approve of your relationship?

Not really.

I mean, maybe he was a little protective sometimes, but all dads are.

He meant well, didn't he?

Yeah, he did.

We have that victim support thingy.

Can we go?

Oh, no, of course. I'll be in touch if we have any more questions.

Bye, Willie.

Heard about Lionel Bridges.

Messed up way to go.

You knew Lionel?

No, I'm not into that kinky stuff.

What do you mean kinky?

Model trains.

Yeah, no, I never even met the guy.

Oh, except for one time.

It was back when I was smoking the buds.

I remember, he was a bit intense.

Humbug.

Beautiful, aren't they?

Would you like to come inside?

It's great to see young men taking an interest in precision engines from the

golden age.

Tell me, have you ever considered making a steampunk persona?

Yeah, like a pasta desk.

It was confusing, which is why I don't smoke that stuff anymore.

Frodo, just to clarify, do you think Lionel was making advances towards you?

No way.

Definitely not.

I don't think so.

What do you reckon?

Thanks. Oh, great coffee as always.

Hey, Detective Shepard.

Is this not your dog?

Come on, Willie. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

There you are. Have a good day.

Mr Coombs currently has no memory of the incident.

The few things that he has said are... Quite strange.

Apart from some superficial burns, he's got a mild concussion and some temporary

hearing loss. So please keep it brief.

I appreciate it.

Oh, and hey, I'm really sorry to hear about you and Kahu.

How do you know about that?

Oh, I just heard.

But you know, if you're ever at a loose end, you're welcome to come round for

dinner. A woman can't live on soup alone.

Thanks. I'll let you know.

Poppy. Mr.

Coombs, I'm Detective Kristen Sims.

Sorry, what? I can't hear over this blasted ringing. Can you hear it?

Alden, I'm Detective Kristen Sims.

You're a mutton, Shanta.

What? Blue bottle, a Miltonian.

Well, I'm a detective.

That's what I said.

Do you know where you are?

Blasted infirmary on the airship Europa.

You've had a concussion, Mr Combs. There was an accident. Do you recall?

I don't.

Nothing. There was a gas explosion involving one of the portaloos.

Oh dear.

I'm sorry to say that your friend Lionel Bridges was killed.

Lionel? No. We believe the portalo had been filled with propane gas.

Lionel? Bridget's gone?

Yes.

Mr. Coombs, on your property there is a shed containing four propane gas tanks.

Do you remember locking that shed?

Always. Everything's stored away.

Safety first.

Oh.

Lionel Percival Pottersmore Esquire dead.

I can't believe it.

He was sound on the goose.

Someone to ride the river with.

He loved a Mary Blaine. Mary Blaine. Being his girlfriends?

Trains, woman.

He loved the trains.

What about a spare key to your shed?

Oh, it's the only one.

So it was an accident?

No. We believe this was a deliberate act.

Someone on purpose?

Yes. Do you remember looking here? No, no, no. Alden, Alden, stay put.

Alden, what's going on in here?

He fell.

That's enough, detectives, please.

I'm sorry.

It's all right. We're fine. We're fine, Mr. Cozy.

I understand you were at the party earlier in the evening to announce a

steampunk festival?

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry about the delay.

Though I doubt that'll be happening anymore.

It's a shame Alden worked so hard on it.

Alden and Lionel?

In different ways, yes.

How well did you know Lionel Bridges?

Mainly knew him as the guy who always emailed me about reopening the Broken

Wood train line.

Do you happen to know if he was... ...gay?

Not that I knew of.

And I would know, since we all have those secret meetings once a month.

Just trying to keep an open mind, looking for motives.

Not as far as I knew.

In fact, a bit more of an open mind could have done Lionel some good. Bye,

Juckers. knife throwing, steam powered jet pack testing, hot air balloon rides

combined with free homemade whiskey tasting for all. Yeah, this all sounds

very dangerous.

No, no, no, no, not at all.

No, the Broken Woods Steampunk Festival will be a fun, safe environment for the

whole family.

Did I mention balloon rides?

During the negotiations, Lionel brought up wanting to keep undesirables out of

the festival. It needs to be purely about commitment to invention.

First I thought that sounded reasonable, but then I tweaked to what he actually

meant. No, riffraff or degenerates trying to sexualise or politicise it.

What exactly do you mean by that, Mr Bridges?

Well, he means to keep out highwaymen and thieves, blackheads. It's not what I

mean. You know what I'm saying. The bloody LGBTP brigade, they...

I want to make everything a statement these days.

Steampunk is not an excuse for them to dress up in lace and swan around in

public, fondling each other's... Ow!

Well, if there's no fondling, I'm afraid the festival's off the table.

I should have known you wouldn't understand.

Honestly, I was kind of impressed that he had the audacity to talk to me like

that, but...

No, I mean it. Any more talk about exclusion, this festival idea goes no

further. Oh, he doesn't mean it. He's just very passionate about making sure

the event is a success.

Steampunk is about inclusivity. That's the entire point.

Lionel Bridges will not stand in the way of a successful festival.

I promise you.

What do you think Alden meant by that?

That he would blow him up in a portable commode.

Sorry, too soon?

I took it to mean that he would resist Lionel's rabid homophobia.

At least I hope that's what he meant.

Your nephew Bart is an aeronaut?

Yeah.

Yeah, the group's really brought him out of his shell. He's quite an insular

young man.

Caused by his health problem?

My brother walked out on them many years ago. It had a lasting impact.

Elsa raised him on her own?

I try and help out when I can.

Not that it's welcome.

Because? I suspect every time she sees me, I'm a reminder of the pain my

brother caused.

Okay. Thanks.

Did you know Lionel's daughter was in a lesbian relationship?

Yeah.

People like Lionel Bridges have a remarkable ability to look the other way

when it suits them.

Hmm.

Blowing up Lionel Bridges required serious planning.

Planning requires clear motive.

According to both Brodo and Bart Bloom, Lionel showed a keen interest in young

men, contradicted by the fact that he was reportedly homophobic.

Lionel wanted gay people specifically excluded from his prize festival.

So he was closeted?

Neil Bloom believes not.

But his daughter's gay?

which gives motive to both Poppy and Cleo.

I mean, if Lionel stood in the way of their relationship somehow, how angry

were they?

Poppy stands to inherit some money, possibly even the shop.

As did Cleo, vicariously.

Where does Bart fit in all of this?

Hmm, here's a curious one.

Health issues, abandonment issues, possibly OCD.

But he looked up to Lionel, kind of a father figure.

How'd you get on with Tim Verner?

We did some tests this afternoon.

The internal cavity is 1.8 cubic metres, so at 40 litres a minute,

you'd need... Yeah.

What are you doing?

I'm taping up the ventilation holes so that it fills up with the gas faster.

I didn't ask you to do that.

Yeah, but just common sense, right?

Do you remember who you were standing next to while you were watching the

fireworks?

Let me think.

None of our witnesses can actually place you.

Okay. Well, when I told you I was watching the fireworks, I was.

Just not with anybody else.

But I remember someone standing over me for a bit.

Definitely. Who was it?

I don't know.

Well, what did they look like?

A bush.

A bush?

A bush-shaped person.

Do you think it's possible this bush-shaped person could have just been

a bush?

Or even a tree.

You're buying that?

I'm dealing with a guy who smothered a parrot.

Anyway, it took approximately 90 seconds to fill the quarter-lewet probe.

One.

Beep. Short length of hose suggests that the gas bottle was positioned

behind the port-a-loo, which offers that the most obvious place for the offender

to hide was here, around the side of the shed.

So, assuming the offender waited until Lionel got into the port-a-loo and

jammed it shut, filled it with gas about 90 seconds before the explosion, we're

looking for anyone that can't be accounted for during the entire

fireworks display.

Well, that's Tim Verner.

Though he was potentially somewhere here.

Also, a witness has Poppy Bridges arriving after Cleo Jones, as did Bart

Bloom. And Alden Coombs can't recall where he was at the time of the

explosion, but none of the other witnesses have him at the fireworks at

all.

Alden Coombs' memory loss is very convenient, isn't it?

Lucy, Breen. Ah, about time. I'm Wanda. Right, I'm looking for Cleo Jones.

Are you from the Tenancy Service?

I'm from the Criminal Investigation Branch.

Of the Tenancy Service?

Of the police?

Because I just filed a complaint with them about Cleo. She took all her stuff

to her girlfriend's place yesterday and I have to look for a new flatmate in

like a week. Total crap.

You're saying she's moved in with Poppy Bridges?

Do you know if she's there now?

Probably. Those two are inseparable.

I'll try their work at the pet shop.

All right, thanks.

Wait, wait.

When you see her, give her this.

And tell Cleo she's not getting her phone back.

Mr Coombs' situation yesterday transpired to be nothing more than a

panic attack.

I know you've got a job to do, but take it easy, please.

At this stage of his recovery it's important he avoids stress.

Well, that's one way to avoid it.

Miss Bloom. Oh, I'm quite comfortable with you calling me Elsa.

Right. Elsa, then. How can I help?

It's probably more a case of how I can help you.

My son, Bart, has a variety of health issues, as you know.

One of his medications has a side effect, insomnia. So when he does sleep,

it can be very fitful.

Last night, I overheard him sleep-talking in a distressed and

agitated way.

It was about... Yes?

It would seem that Lyle Bridges and Alden Coombs had some sort of argument

before the explosion.

Bart witnessed this? I presume so, to be talking about it in his sleep.

He didn't mention it in his statement.

He was quite shaken.

Anyway, it may be nothing. I just thought I should mention it.

Thanks, Elsa. I'll talk to Bart again as soon as possible.

Why? To get Bart's vision for more detail.

Of course.

I'll see myself out.

Didn't we just... I work here.

You didn't mention that.

You didn't ask.

Are you stalking me?

What? No.

No, I'm a detective, as I said.

You got a girlfriend?

Yes.

She know you're here?

Look, Poppy and Cleo, are they here?

Not here.

You did say they worked here.

They're off today.

Sick leave.

Right, and you didn't tell me that because I didn't ask?

Nope. Cleo text after he left. Said that Poppy's sad and can't be alone.

Or it could just be Cleo's afraid of the rebel smackdown coming her way.

It's extra crap because it's going to be a really busy day.

Yeah, good luck with that.

It's not mine.

It really is impressive.

I've been helping Lionel build it since I was 11.

I even suggested a few bits, like the coal yards and the salt mine.

He always said that life was a work in progress, and only through working do we

become better men.

I don't know what else to do.

Bart, tell me about the argument you witnessed between Alden and Lionel, the

night of the party.

What argument?

Your mother said she heard you talking in your sleep.

Oh, sorry.

Only me.

I was on my way home and I saw you left your medication in the back of the car

again. Mum, you're looking puffy.

I was just on my way home from talking with Detective Shepherd and telling him

about the mutterings in your sleep where you... What are you doing in my room? I

wasn't in your room, dear, but you were being very loud.

It's the medications.

Tell me what you remember. Well, you said that he was threatening... I'd like

to hear it from Bart.

I think... Alden was threatening Lionel. And this argument was public?

No, it was by the portaloos. Elsa, please.

Well, that's what he said.

You wouldn't dare.

I'll make sure your precious festival dies before it's born.

Brocklesby.

I should kill you, you hypocritical bastard.

No, Lionel never said that. Barty, it's what you told me. I never told you

anything. You were fretting in your sleep. What did he say?

I don't know.

But you were also by the portaloos.

No, no, no way.

So where exactly were you?

I was on my way to watch the fireworks.

And what do you think they were discussing?

The festival, I guess.

Well, surely that's a question you should be asking Mr Clems.

It's on the agenda.

Well, I've got to catch the pharmacy.

Mother's work is never done.

But why didn't you mention this in your statement?

Because Lionel would never hurt Auckland.

He was a good man.

Would you like to see the new South Pacific SW1500 diesel locomotive?

We just got this in. Another time perhaps.

Coms from Charlie 3.

10-9. Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired.

Do you know how close the AOS was to being dispatched? You would have done

exactly the same thing.

No.

No, please.

Anyone else want a piece of Starfire Jones?

That was awesome.

That fool looks so real, Billy.

Oi!

Charlie 3 to com, stand down.

False alarm.

You're lucky to be alive after a run-in with the notorious Starfire Jones.

Can we just focus on the bigger picture here, okay? How is Poppy Bridges so

quickly over the death of her dad?

Yesterday she's grieving, today she's making short films about damsels in

distress.

Bring them back in for another chat.

Gladly. I couldn't face working today, but I couldn't sit around home either,

Dad.

Stuff is everywhere.

I suggested we did some work on the film.

Poppy gets really into it, and it worked. It took her mind off her dad.

We're very sorry if it came across as insensitive.

I'm not the one who's grieving for my father.

I'm still sad and everything, okay? I am. It's just... so weird.

We're so sorry if it came across as insensitive.

Cleo, you've moved in with Poppy.

So? You don't think it's a little rushed, moving in with someone less than

two days after... Poppy didn't want to be alone in that house.

It freaked her out.

Poppy, I need you to tell me a bit more about your relationship with your

father.

He raised you alone?

Yeah.

Yeah, um... Mum left when I was a baby and he just never really got over that.

Are you close to your mum?

No.

I look like her, though.

As I got older, Lionel would start spending longer hours at the shop.

He said I wasn't allowed to come because I'd break the trains, but I think he

just didn't want me around, reminding him.

Is that why you joined the Aeronauts, to spend time with them?

Yeah.

It worked for a while, you know.

We'd both dress up and pretend to be other people.

Steampunk was like...

A life-sized version of him playing with his trains. It relaxed him.

It was more fun to be around.

It was nice.

But then... You fell in love.

Cleo was the new girl at work.

You know when you meet someone and just, like, straightaway you're being your

most embarrassing selves with each other and neither of you seem to care at all?

But I gather Lionel didn't like the two of you being together.

He said I was making a fool of myself, but he meant him.

So it's fair to say your father was homophobic?

Just my luck.

More than that, I got the sense that he didn't like women in general.

I need you to go through the whole night.

As much as you can remember. Can you do that for me?

Try not to leave anything out.

Okay.

Okay.

Cleo says that she and Poppy arrived at the hangar together around 6.30, where

they almost immediately ran into Alden.

Poppy is consistent on that.

Now,

here's a roguish pair.

What mischief are you two up to?

On your way to hijack a submersible to fleece a merchant train?

We thought we might rob a hot air balloon pilot.

Oh, I surrender, I surrender. Please, I have a wife and children.

You know very well you have neither, Captain Brocklesby, you old scoundrel.

My dears.

Now, before the revelries begin, I should tell you I have a surprise for

you two.

Oh, pray tell, Captain Brocklesby.

I won't ruin it, but suffice to say, it is big.

That's all I can say.

Other than, our very own festival is to be had, and I'm appointing you two as my

co-pilots. We shall forge a new era for the Aeronauts. What about Dad?

Oh, father won't be a problem, I assure you.

Oh, Benji!

Benji!

Why weren't you happy with Alden's decision?

It was cool, but it didn't fit with our plans.

She says they're leaving Brokenwood.

Apparently they've been saving to travel the world together.

I'm not sure that's still on the cards as far as Bobby is concerned.

With Dad dead, Cleo and I will have to run the shop now and help with the

festival.

God, so much to think about.

Tell me about the last time you saw Lionel.

Uh, for sexy heads.

Hey,

you two.

It was later that night.

Just before the fireworks.

I'll see you outside.

You look happy.

I am, Dad.

And I really want you to be happy for me.

You know what?

I am, Poppy.

I'm very happy for you and Cleo.

She's a lovely girl.

That does not sound like the Lionel Cleo talk to.

And they said he had a personality transplant.

I was putting my double bass away when...

You.

And I tried to be chill, but he wasn't having it.

Great news about the festival, isn't it?

Lionel, I got you a...

You've already got one.

One going spare?

That's kind, thanks Bart. I'm that kind of guy.

Bart's usually crazy shy.

He barely talks to us when he edits Poppy's movies.

You and Bart are friends?

He used to have a thing for Poppy.

I guess with parents leaving them both at a young age, he thought there was a

connection.

But he made a dick of himself at her 21st, and I think he's been embarrassed

about it ever since, so he just... Tries to be nice. A toast to the Brokenwood

Steampunk Festival.

Cleo, your chopping hat, it looks exquisite.

How long did it take you to make?

I made it.

For my daughter.

Took me months.

Poppy and I like to share.

She thinks it looks hot on me. She's right.

It looks hot.

Fine. Had they looked that good, I'd never take it off.

Thanks, Bart.

To sexy hats!

To sexy hats.

I'll get some more, eh?

You should take that off.

Hey, you two.

Fireworks outside in a few minutes.

I'll see you that time.

Lionel didn't say he was happy for the two of you, did he?

Poppy, you need to be honest with us here.

Like Cleo has.

No, he didn't.

You look happy.

I am, Dad.

And I really want you to be happy for me.

Funny. All I really want is a piss and a durry.

I just didn't want that to be the last thing my father said to me. A piss and a

durry.

Did he say anything else?

When you're running my festival, remember, Alden's a traitorous bastard.

Was he referring to Alden's decision to promote you and Cleo?

So he already knew about it at this stage of the evening.

He'd already had a go at Cleo about it.

You.

Alden told me about his plans for you two.

You little minx.

It's great news about the festival, isn't it?

And then he had an even bigger go at me.

Alden's a traitorous bastard.

You think you're so smart.

Just like your mother.

Well, your mother was a prozzie, a bust down,

a doxy, an easy max trumpet.

How did that make you feel?

Sad. I felt sad. All right, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you feel sad if your father spoke to you like that?

Thanks, Poppy.

You've been a great help.

Sims, you're needed out on Tullamore Ridge.

I'd like to see your short films.

Why? I mean, they're not for everyone. You might not like them.

I'd like to get a better idea of the whole steampunk thing. As soon as

possible, thanks.

Mike, we've picked up on Alden Coombs' trail.

Mrs.

Marlowe, come through. How can I help? Oh, Dean, please.

I have something here that might interest you.

More cheese rolls?

Not quite.

I was power-walking along Old Comber Rise, not far from your place.

Right. Then, at Piers Point...

There it was, lying in the grass.

I assume it belonged to one Lionel Richards, given the wind direction the

other night.

Thanks. I'll pass it on to Gina.

Fair to say foul play was involved.

You know I can't talk about the cat. Oh, of course not.

He was an interesting fellow.

You knew lunch. Oh, I tried not to.

I don't mean to speak ill of the dead.

But if I were you, I'd have a word with Jared Morihew.

Ask him about model trains.

Right.

I'll come back for the Tupperware container, if you wouldn't mind just

giving it a rinse.

Oh, hello, Sam.

Mrs. Muller.

Boss, I think I've got a pretty good idea where Alden Coombs might be.

Mike,

you're not going

to believe this.

No, I think I might.

Not exactly a high-speed getaway, is it?

Well, as they say, what goes up must come down.

So you should go in hot pursuit.

Good luck. I need to get an ear to the mortuary.

Well, off you go.

Right.

I wanted to speak to you about model trains.

Is that a euphemism?

You used to collect them. How? No.

I'm a man of many interests, mate, but model trains don't do it for me.

But you knew Lionel Bridgers?

Nah, but I met him once.

A few years ago, I was looking for a present for my nephew.

Um, yeah, so... It's about this time the shop owner might say something like,

how may I help you?

We're closed.

Well, you've got a funny way of showing it.

I doubt there's anything in here that would interest you lot.

Come on, Leon.

Go online and find some cool trains on there, eh?

Seems Lionel was most definitely racist.

All I know is my nephew has no interest in model trains anymore.

I assume this is your mystery woman.

I'll leave you to it, eh?

I assure you it isn't. Hey, your wink's as good as a nudge, mate. I'll keep

that. I'm not winking.

Detective, might I have a word?

Sure.

Why is he flying so low?

Maybe his head injury is worse than we thought.

Or he's playing a long game.

Meaning? Well, he could be angling to not stand trial on grounds of insanity.

Hey, did you ask Dr Carlton to have me around for dinner?

I just want to see you off the soups.

I'm fine.

Really.

So help me God, if Gina invites me around for borscht, I'm coming for you.

Well, that's a very striking perfume you wear.

Oh, thank you.

Would you like the name for Mrs Shepherd?

Uh, there is no Mrs Shepherd.

And no, I'm terrible at remembering that sort of thing.

Now, what brings you here?

Do you have any children, Detective?

No, I don't. You'd make a wonderful father.

It wasn't to be. I think it's very important to have a father figure in

one's life, don't you? A strong male role model.

Is that what Lionel was to Bart?

Oh, I encouraged it.

Raising Bart, I knew I was never going to be enough.

It's just that with Lionel gone, I'm worried that Bart is going to...

become withdrawn.

He's very shaken by what's happened and of course that reflects in his health

with high blood pressure and water retention.

Elsa, I need to be clear that Bart remains a person that is helping us with

our inquiries.

Of course.

No, no, that's not what I meant. I wondered if you might take him fishing?

I'm sorry?

Or hunting or something outdoorsy, something masculine. I feel that you

would be a really good influence.

I'm really not much of a fisherman.

Oh. Well, it doesn't hurt to ask.

Thank you for the tea.

Elsa, I've been meaning to ask. How would you describe your steampunk

character? I don't have one.

So you weren't at Alden's party?

Why would I be at that silly affair?

Well, I was hoping you could tell me.

I saw your car parked near Alden's property.

I recognised the bumper sticker. Mother's no best.

Well, I probably just stopped somewhere to answer a call.

Hmm. The car was empty.

Perhaps you're not remembering correctly.

I remember a red puffer jacket and the boot. When I came by a second time,

after the explosion, the hatch was open and the jacket was gone.

What were you doing at Alden's property?

I had no interest in Alden Coombe's party or his type, and I don't like what

you're implying.

Thank you again for the tea.

Alden, come out, come out, wherever you are.

Could grab the Bushmaster, blow a couple holes in it.

Alden, my colleague is suggesting that we try the shotgun approach.

Any thoughts?

Oh, hello.

Sorry I didn't hear you, mate. Ears are still ringing.

Yeah, because megaphones are notoriously quiet.

How about you come down? We have a chat.

How do I know you're alone?

Jesus, Orton, it's just us.

Will you guarantee my protection?

From who?

What are you afraid of?

The bomb.

I thought... You thought what?

I don't think they were trying to kill Lionel.

They were trying to kill me.

I blame your mother for every little thing And the cars

don't come home when the birds they don't sing I blame your mother

for every little thing But, mind if I come in?

Take a seat.

I'm okay, thanks.

I was just in the middle of editing.

Look.

Oi! Thinking about keeping that part where your colleague comes in. Charlie 3

to comm, stand down. Pulse alarm.

I think it's really raw.

Is that on?

Do you edit all Poppy in Cleo's movies?

Yeah. Yeah, I like it.

It's a way of being involved without having to talk to anyone.

Your mother suggests you spend a lot of time by yourself.

Oh, I'm not by myself. I've got lots of friends, just not physical ones.

My mother's not right about everything.

You know, she thinks she is, but she's not.

Bart, was your mother at Alden's place the other night?

My mum?

No way.

She thinks steampunk's embarrassing.

You definitely didn't see her?

She doesn't even give me a ride to the parties in case somebody sees me in her

car in my costume.

Gina. So satisfying when you have all the pieces of a puzzle, isn't it?

So it definitely belonged to Lionel? Yes.

Though what's most interesting is this green hue around the top of the ear.

It's like fur.

Perhaps the fur of a Martian.

Interesting theory.

It's a joke, Mike.

I know Martians are not real.

Do you?

I'm not sure I do know they're not real.

I will look into it. Whatever it is, it's not like any organic matter I've

seen.

Perhaps the explosion had another chemical component.

You said they were trying to kill you, not Lionel. Who are they?

I should lie down. Things are fuzzy. Dr. Calvin says you're fine. Fine enough to

leap out a window, steal a bicycle and fly a hot air balloon.

So, who are they?

Damn winds changed on me.

Otherwise, I'd have made it across the border into bright and wondrous lands.

New beginnings.

Alas, not to be.

Alden, if you believe that someone tried to kill you and killed Lionel instead,

it is imperative you tell us.

But in a way, I killed him.

See, Lionel's death was all my doing.

I lost my wife ten years ago.

A virus out of the blue, no warning.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Things went downhill for a while.

There's some drinking, gambling.

Grief, you see, can turn some of us upside down.

Things unraveled on me financially.

Banks got tired of me. How does this explain what happened to Lionel?

Hot air ballooning is a fickle business.

At the mercy of the weather gods. And even then, if you can't buy gas, you

can't get yourself a loft.

So I borrowed money from them.

Or wherever I could.

So you're in trouble with loan sharks?

Scoundrels, yes.

Threats were made. Serious threats. So when I woke up in hospital and heard

what had happened, I knew. I knew it was meant for me.

Do you have a name for this lender?

If I were to tell you that, I'd be re-signing my death warrant. Or saving

another innocent life.

Fast Eddie's Cash Bonanza.

Yes, it's as bad as it sounds.

It's a payday lender.

They're in the city.

Mr. Coombs, we need to know your whereabouts in the moments before the

explosion. Nobody else can account for you. I can't remember.

I can't remember.

Perhaps a good night's sleep might help me recover my scrambled thoughts.

Can I be emancipated so that I might repose?

Please don't try and leave town while we follow this up. No, no.

I don't even want to leave the building.

I'm safer here.

I know you have a bed.

I had to lock you in for protocol reasons.

And only because you believe there is a serious threat to your lives.

You're so kind.

It's what I want.

It's what I deserve.

If they come...

Tell them to take it all, my car, my things. I don't care, but not my

balloon.

She's everything.

I... See, my wife and I... ..we're our happiest times.

Please, not my balloon.

All of the numbers associated with Fast Eddie's cash bonanza have been

disconnected, including the mobiles.

Send it through to Hughes. He can get a team onto it on the way.

Um, I think he's done his time.

Well, that's good enough for Alden Coombs.

Think of the psychological issues he has now.

Abandonment, persecution, he's mentioned distrust of the police.

Elsa Bloom was near the scene of the crime.

I recognised her car yesterday, but she won't admit it.

Best case... She was spying on her son. Worst case, she was there to deal to

Lionel. But he's very much under the thumb of his mother, possibly covering

for her too.

Apart from her, he leads a very solitary life, spending most of his time online.

He was on one of those chat rooms when I dropped by.

He closed it quickly.

Oh yeah?

What's it called?

In Life.

Yeah, I tried searching for it, but I couldn't find it. Found it.

Oh.

It's an incel chat room.

Incel being?

Well, incels are a community of lonely, young, mostly white

virgins who feel resentment at their perceived rejections by women.

It's a special kind of boys club.

Cleo did say that Poppy had rejected Bart at a party once.

I wonder he got on so well with Lionel.

Breen, I want you to watch the movies that Poppy and Cleo have been making.

I've ordered you the link.

You sure this is a great use of police timing?

I don't think they'll be very good. I thought you'd find it interesting.

You're in the next one.

No.

Fast Eddie's Cash Bonanza shut down three weeks ago.

Eddie McIntyre is in custody along with his cronies.

They end up with a whole lot of misdemeanours.

Assault?

Screen TVs, cars, the odd kneecap might not work as well as it used to.

But blowing up clients is not in their repertoire.

Dead people don't pay.

And they were all in custody at the time.

Indeed. So, yes, he is in fantasy land, but in more ways than one.

The international boys came through with that QHP you wanted.

Now, Andrew Crombie has a very interesting past.

Andrew Crombie being?

Alden Combs, when he lived in Brighton, England.

10 years ago when his wife died. Yeah, from a virus, I believe.

Well, she may have had a virus when she fell from the basket of his hot air

balloon. 5,000 feet, not pretty.

Okay, thanks.

It was never proved.

Because you were the only witness.

She had a virus in her ear. It affected her balance. She leaned over and I was

acquitted. Flying balloons is everything to me. Everything.

Why should I lose that? Because of an accident.

A tragic accident.

A witness has you and Lionel having a heated argument out by the portal. It

was about 20 minutes before the explosion.

What was that about?

Okay.

Here's how it looks.

You had an argument with Lionel. Then, while everyone is inside enjoying the

band, you have time to unlock your shed.

You said yourself you have the only key.

Hook a propane tank up to a port-a-loo, fill it with gas and then wait for

Lionel to come along.

You then lock the port-a-loos after he went inside, planning to gas him to

death. But you didn't count on him trying to have a cigarette.

The port-a-loo explodes, killing Lionel and landing you in hospital with enough

injuries to make you look like an innocent bystander. You can see why it's

in your best interest to clarify what went on and why.

I swear it was nothing like that.

Yes, we did argue bitterly after the announcement.

Lionel? You should know I've asked Poppy and Cleo to help me run the festival.

The hell you have. I'm sorry.

You know I need this festival.

I did all the budgets.

Proposals. The logistics.

I set up all the meetings.

All you did was sponsor it. We need fresh blood.

All this horrible stuff you keep saying will kill our plans.

My daughter usurps me.

There's a lot more horrible stuff I could say about your wife.

You wouldn't dare.

I'll make sure your precious festival dies before it's born.

Brocklesby.

I should kill you, you hypocritical bastard.

He flicked his cigarette away and stormed off.

Yes. In that moment, I wanted to kill him.

But I didn't. After he mentioned your wife.

Lionel knew about the accident.

What did Lionel know?

Oh, if other people found out, it'll be over.

And that was the last time you saw him?

You leave me alone for Christ's sake That's the last thing I can remember

feeling hopeless Here I am

Do you wear gloves when you handle the gas yes

the tanks can get very cold And

this key ring does it belong to you

This padlock, do you recognise it?

Maybe.

So is from my shed.

Well, it was found in the field behind your house.

The shank's been cut through.

Obviously you see a burglar.

That wasn't the one found on your shed.

This padlock was I'm sorry. I'm confused Well, let me keep it simple.

Did you cut the shank off your own padlock and then place a new padlock on?

Why would I cut my own padlock? Oh, that's what I was hoping you could tell

me to eliminate any confusion.

Oh wait When my fingerprints on the new padlock, they weren't well, there you

go, but you did say you always wore gloves

He was found closest to the blast.

It was his gas that was used.

He had motive in wanting to stop Lionel before he wrecked his plans.

And he was the last to see Lionel alive.

But how do you know when Lionel would use the toilet?

Or if he would use it at all?

I finished watching Poppy Bridges' masterpieces.

They're not bad, actually. But the latest one, Divine Beings, the one they

were doing reshoots for when I made my cameo.

Well, it turns out the original version had been online for months and was taken

down the day after Lionel was killed.

Oops, nothing to see here.

Bart blew me its nose.

See if he has the original version.

Oh, Timmy time.

And that's where they were?

Yep, exactly.

I've chugged the female one to allow for the crater.

So where do you want me to stand?

Over by the second one.

That can't be a Poppy's film that you wanted.

Oh, thanks.

Appreciate it.

Anything else?

Poppy is a good person.

Neil.

Detective.

Twice in one week. Should I be honoured or worried?

I know there are patient privacy concerns, but I need to talk about your

nephew's medical history.

Off the record.

As an uncle, not a pharmacist.

Well,

he suffered pneumonia as a child.

Since then, he's sort of struggled with various ailments.

Asthma, volatile blood sugar, high blood pressure, for which he takes a diuretic.

Mind you, if Elsa was my mother, I'd probably suffer high blood pressure too.

Poor kid.

Sometimes he's got so many pills on him, he sounds like a maraca.

To clarify, Bart is actually unwell?

Yes and no.

Everything he takes is preventative.

He hasn't had any proper medical scares for a long time.

In my opinion, That boy's biggest health concern is my sister-in-law.

Detective.

Elsa.

That really is a lovely perfume.

I'm guessing jasmine. Jasmine nights.

Oh, very good.

Would you care for a coffee?

Oh, that would be lovely. Good. Get him, she's boiling at the station.

Plunger okay, I hope?

This isn't what I was expecting.

The thing is, Elsa, I'm certain you were at the steampunk party.

A witness recalls being fallen on by you.

I don't understand.

Any details you can remember about this bush person you saw? Anything at all?

It fell on me.

Jasmine. Jasmine?

I smell Jasmine.

I remember it clearly now.

That's weird.

Can't see any Jasmine around here.

Jasmine nights.

A very memorable scent.

Yes, all right. I was there. Very briefly.

I drove over to watch out for my son.

So it was you, not Bart, that saw Alden and Lionel argue.

But why the camouflage, the cloak and dagger?

Bart couldn't know I was there. He gets... tetchy. If you come anywhere

near that place, I swear to God, I'll move out! Just leave me alone!

You have to understand, I thought he really meant it this time.

I... I can't lose him.

He's all I have.

I only want what's best for my son.

But one thing I can tell you, I did not kill Lionel Bridges.

Did you see who did?

I was gone before the explosion.

So you wanted to tell me about

the argument without revealing you were there? I was only trying to help.

Well, there's no best.

Oh my god.

It's okay Cleo, you'll be fine.

Gotta move on babe.

Hi.

Cleo.

I need you to come to the station with me.

Why? We have a few questions.

Is Poppy here?

Well,

she either is or she isn't.

We broke up.

She told me to go see the world without her.

She's never gonna leave this stupid town.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Regardless, I need you to come with me now.

This way.

Take a seat.

The original ending of your film Divine Beings depicts a villainous train

conductor. Well, killed by your character.

It's undoubtedly supposed to be Lionel, isn't it?

Divine beings, heavenly creatures, it was an homage.

To a film about two young women killing one of their mothers with a brick to the

head.

Curiously, the film was taken down the day after Lionel Bridges was murdered.

You then went out and shot an alternative ending the next day,

correct?

Yes. Why would you do that?

I felt ashamed.

I knew it would look insensitive, even though it was a joke.

Poppy and I used to talk about killing off Lionel's steampunk character, but

only his character, not him.

We were role-playing.

It was a silly game. It wasn't real.

Until suddenly it was real.

Poppy's father really is dead.

The man who stood in the way of you two being happy together.

He dies. The next day you move in, into his house.

Everyone's a winner except Lionel. Poppy and I have broken up.

Why would we do something like that just to break up?

Maybe you couldn't handle the guilt.

I didn't do it.

What about Poppy?

Your father dead.

You stand to inherit his house, his business, which he could run or sell.

Make a tidy profit.

Enough to kickstart your filmmaking career in earnest.

I didn't want him dead.

Okay, he was my dad.

What about Cleo?

One in his bed and one all blown to hell.

One on his throne and one slumped in his cell.

One from the smoke and one cornered by fire.

One by his enmity, one his desire.

One from her plight and one by fallen wood.

One from a covenant come to no good.

You're giving yourself an extra biscuit thingy? One by her kind, one by the

voices that cornered her mind. One.

The fibers from the head look to be a match with the green fibers fused to the

ear.

They'll need to be tested.

But in your expert opinion?

In all likelihood, the head and the ear were in close proximity at the time of

the explosion.

So Lionel was wearing this hat?

Assuming he was still attached to the ear, then yes.

Okay. Stagger around like you're drunk and then visit the means then the ladies

That's a wonder this guy can keep this thing on his head

Thank

you both for coming back in

I just have one question Whose head is this? It's mine So you were wearing

it. No, I was.

Javi gave it to me as a symbol of our commitment.

Where did you find it?

Okay, got it. Thanks, Sims.

You're in a new spot.

Yeah, well, thanks to Tim Verner.

Tried to rent me a Timmy Time toilet tank.

You know, on the idea that sometimes when people have a coffee, it makes them

want to, you know, go.

So, rather than go to go, I offer facilities.

It makes a lot of sense.

But why pay Timmy Time when I can get it for free, huh?

Sims, we've been looking at this the wrong way around.

Lionel Bridges wasn't the target.

Cleo, you mentioned to Detective Sims that on the night Lionel was killed, you

wet yourself.

Oh my God, I can't believe you wrote that down. You said it was because of

the shock of the explosion?

Yeah.

Has anything like this ever happened to you before?

No, never.

Well, how much had you had to drink?

Only a couple of beers. I was playing in the band. Why?

Are you sure it was after the explosion?

Guys.

Look at me.

Actually, it was just before.

So embarrassing.

Thank you for your time, Cleo.

You're both free to go.

Can I give either of you a ride home?

I'll walk, you go with her.

No, you take the car, I'll walk, I don't mind.

Um, can I just say, off the record, you two have been through a lot, and you

both really seem to care about each other.

I know you're young, but believe me, it's actually a really rare thing, so

just don't be so quick to throw it away.

Um, we could both walk?

Okay.

You think it's safe out there?

Yes, Alden, I do.

You're free to go.

Oh, I'll give you your understanding.

Oh, um... Do you ever fancy a balloon ride?

It really is a whole other world out there.

Detective, can I help you?

Like you said the other day about... Always being able to find something new.

It's very true.

No, don't do that. I know, I know. My doctor said I need to go easy on the

salt.

But it isn't salt, is it?

I think you'd better come down to the station.

Why? To answer a few more questions.

What if I don't want to?

Then I could arrest you.

For what?

The murder of Lionel Bridges? No, I didn't murder him.

Then you won't mind answering those questions.

Send in forensics.

You cared deeply for Lionel.

Everyone knew that.

The idea that you would want to hurt him is absurd.

Yeah, that's right.

Absolutely right. What was less known was your intense infatuation with Poppy

Bridges.

Nobody knew about it because you kept it very private.

She had rejected you at a party years ago.

To her, it was nothing more than an awkward interaction.

Long forgotten.

But to you, it was devastating, wasn't it?

You found comfort in the world of incel chat rooms where...

Other lonely men vented about all the women who'd wronged them.

But your crush on Poppy never went away.

Hence you jumped at the chance to edit her steampunk videos for free.

It meant you could be close to her in a unique way.

But Lionel had nothing but hatred for women.

In his mind, women were the cause of much of the suffering in his world.

But after I gave up my life to raise her...

She decides she's gonna bring home. So you came up with a plan to impress her?

Two birds with one stone Kill poppies new girlfriend By locking her in

the female portaloo and pumping it full of gas making sure it looked like Alden

Coombs was responsible Either deliberately or through negligence

In your mind, with one foul swoop, both, you and Lionel would be rid of all the

troubles in your lives.

And who knows? I mean, with Cleo gone, maybe Poppy would see you in a different

light.

This fob watch was found attached to your steampunk costume, containing

traces of the salt.

from the salt mine, which is in fact crushed furosemide, a diuretic.

Extreme high doses can take effect quickly, causing bladder spasms.

The same drug you take, or don't take.

I imagine not taking your medicine is one of the few ways you have of

rebelling against your overbearing mother.

I got you a... Oh, you've already got one.

One going spare?

That's kind. Thanks, Bart.

Cleo thought you were trying to be nice.

Making an effort.

To sexy hats.

To sexy hats.

Then you were.

To kill her.

I'll get more.

You knew it would only be a matter of minutes before Cleo desperately needed

to relieve herself. So you went outside and waited by the women's port-a-loo.

But Lionel had caught a really unlucky break.

You should take that off.

And I really want you to be happy for me.

Funny.

All I really want is a piss and a durry.

If he'd used the mail portaloo, we wouldn't be sitting here.

But again, bad laugh.

Paul?

So you secure the door shut.

Headed towards your alibi.

It was only meant as a joke.

She would have smelled the gas and come out and laughed, maybe.

But it's not murder, is it? I mean, if I didn't mean it...

Can I see my mum?

So you're going to tell us who this mystery lady is?

I don't see the need.

Oh, come on.

He's Willie.

As in Willie Nelson.

Uh-huh. A country music fan.

No. A librarian?

No. Petra Conway. Who's Petra Conway? My ex-wife.

Good night.

Wait. Which one?

It doesn't really narrow it down. Oi!

Hi.

Petra. How was the festival?

Incredible.

A week of sun, country music, wine, teepees. You should have come.

Yeah, it was all a bit short notice.

My little Willie.

You didn't get in the way?

You've got a red open.

I do.

Would you like to come in?

Yeah.

Come.

And we return to Broken Wood at eight next Monday here on Drama. The death of

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