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No bloody way.

So, what have we got?

Well, the victim is Lesley Garrett, 43, married, as the sign suggests, a

prominent wildlife activist, seemingly placed herself between the ducks and the

guns. OK.

Lesley, my name is Mike Sheppard.

What were you thinking?

I have never approved of this duck hunting.

It's like shooting whales in a barrel.

Well, on that we can agree.

Although, let's fish.

Whales are endangered.

Yes, but they just don't fit in a barrel. So save the ducks, but not the

whales? Sometimes I don't understand you.

Uh, Gina, you can get underway.

So, uh, all these folk were in the area?

Yeah. I'm Tony Kennedy, uh, blood sports hunting and guns.

Uh, DSC's Mike Sheppard. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I've helped you before, um,

with my expertise.

Bit of an expert in all things lethal.

Uh, look, can I get my boys home? It's their first day out, and, uh, it's not

really a good start to a love of hunting.

This was their first time shooting?

Yeah, yeah, fully supervised.

I mean, I run a gun store and other rules.

They aimed high. There's no chance in hell they hit poor Leslie.

DC Breen will be by later for a chat.

OK, boys, come on, let's go.

Um, and that's Jenny Lyons, Leslie's sister. She made the ID.

Uh, Mrs Lyons, hello, I'm Mike Sheppard.

I'm sorry for your loss.

It's Ms, but thank you.

Jenny, I'm so sorry.

Don't touch me.

Hey, don't be like that.

Oh, for God's sake, I just lost my sister. My sister! How the hell did that

happen, Don? Hey, come on now. Let's just stick to the facts, eh?

Mr Ducker, can I speak with you over here?

She's crazy.

Can I get you something?

Just need a moment.

Jared. Hi. Here you jumped in and pulled the victim ashore.

I didn't know you were a duck shedder. Well, I'm not.

Just here, helping out my Uncle Walter.

It's supposed to be his last season.

Frodo's almost catatonic. He keeps muttering something about his mate

Hayden. The one who was shot at his stag day?

Yeah.

I'll give him some time. Uniform branch secured all the firearms in the area.

Okay, maybe not all of them.

Cozy. Yep.

And it's convertible.

Art of surprise.

So who was where?

Well, Frodo was there.

That maimai belongs to his dead mate's family.

Jenny Lyon's maimai is over there.

That's Don Ducky's and Tony Kennedy and his kids were down there.

Anyone on that old one there?

Nah, hasn't been for decades.

This is your lucky day.

Yeah, no, I won't be able to hear you, Mike. It's a decoy.

Nice camo look.

Yeah, nothing wrong with a bit of stealth.

Lance Gifford, right?

DC Brim. Yeah, I remember.

Been shooting this morning?

A couple of shots to see in the new season.

Misty conditions, I understand.

I've seen worse.

Happened anything?

Oh, no, there was too much commotion on the river.

The ducks made themselves scarce.

Is this about Leslie Garrett?

It's a hell of a way to start a season.

How did you know about Leslie?

I passed by, saw her dinghy, saw you cops. That's her trailer over there, so

I just put two and two together.

So you knew her?

Well, I saw her this morning.

I warned her.

Hey, you're trying to get yourself killed.

Is that a threat?

Was it?

If it was, do you think I'd be telling you?

So that was it? Nah, then she said some greeny, liberal remark and went on her

way. Where on the waterway were you shooting?

Well, I have a floating mime, so I was drifting further down the inlet from

them. Can you be specific?

Sorry, no.

We'll need to examine your firearm.

Oh, you're joking. Seriously?

You were in the vicinity.

It's part of an elimination process.

Yeah, all right.

But I'd appreciate it back ASAP.

Of course.

Holly Garrett?

Yes.

Um, Detective Kristen Sims.

Um, can we go inside?

Why? Is there a problem?

It's your wife, Leslie.

Would you like to sit down?

What about her? What's happened?

Uh, I'm afraid there's been an incident.

We have yet to find out what happened, but she was killed.

I'm so sorry.

Would you like to go inside?

Is there someone I can call?

No, this can't be happening.

In this job, you never get used to the heartbreak.

I think it's nice.

Russian man.

cry only over their mothers and spilled vodka.

You women are more sensitive.

Especially when their spouse has been murdered.

Well, we don't know it was a murder. It could have been accidental.

So naive.

You want some time alone?

OK, but not too long. I need to get started.

She's Russian.

Um, Ms Lyons, you said to Don Ducker this morning... How did that happen?

I was... I was out of line.

The emotions just got the better of me.

That poor, sweet man.

Walter Elliott was shooting with his cousin, Tamati Taylor, and nephew, Jared

Motohu, though Jared wasn't using a firearm.

Tamati recalls a gun blast coming from Jenny Lyons' mai-mai here.

Jenny Lyons went first.

Boom! And then we all went.

It was foggy, pea soup.

Didn't see what happened.

Didn't get any ducks.

OK.

Thanks.

Uh, Mr Elliot.

Walter. Walter, can you tell me what... Uncle didn't get anything either.

That'd be right, eh, Uncle?

Pretty much.

It was a wasted opportunity, thanks to that lunatic Leslie Garrett.

Are you saying she had mental health issues?

She put herself in a boat between a bunch of hunters and a flight of ducks.

What do you think?

Well, clearly she was protesting and... And so no-one can be held accountable

for what happened.

Yeah.

I reckon that'd be it.

It's been a difficult morning.

It's Don Ducker.

D-U-C-K-E-R.

And you're the head of the Duckstalkers Association?

Is there something you want to say?

No, no, that's good.

A little ironic.

What is? Nothing.

What happened?

Oh, all hell broke loose.

Everyone fired like trigger-happy maniacs.

Can I take it from that that you didn't fire? I don't know.

I fired too.

Obviously someone didn't aim high enough.

Let's look at our poor Leslie.

And I spoke with Tony Canetti. They were positioned here.

Tony was supervising, being the holder of the firearms license, hence he wasn't

using a gun himself.

And you spoke with Frodo?

Yeah, for what it was worth.

He's just doing my thing, you know.

You fired?

Didn't hit nothing, no.

Of the seven people that went hunting, everyone discharged their guns.

Once Jean has finished the post-mortem, it should be reasonably easy to trace

the type of shot to the matching shell case to the specific gun.

There were eight.

Lance Gifford was on the inlet somewhere during the time frame.

So, eight people went hunting.

One protester was killed.

And no ducks fell from the sky.

Hardly feels accidental, does it?

I have identified two impact zones, about the left side of the face and the

right side of the chest.

Any idea which came first?

There are wounds on her left knuckles and damage to the microphone, so I think

she was holding the microphone as such.

She was hit six pellets.

Two on the hand, four on the face.

One entering behind the eye.

Then, the second blast caught her mid-reef.

With eight pellets. Perhaps not so bad.

But unfortunately, two of them tore through her heart. Death in seconds.

So she was hit from two opposing sides.

It looks that way.

But not necessarily.

I think it's safe to say that the ducks were the winners on the day.

We should consider both possibilities.

Any idea what range she was hit from?

From experience, given the penetration depth, 20 to 40 metres.

But I will conduct some tests.

Get those pellets to ESR. In the armoury, too.

So, what's the lowdown on this protester business?

The victim took 14 pellets and two blasts. Misty conditions.

Bloody amateurs. Steel.

Would it be anything else?

Lead shot was phased out years ago.

Is the ammunition much of a muchness?

Well, like anything, all manufacturers like to believe their brand has a point

of difference and therefore an edge.

So all hunters have their preference for gauge and shot.

It won't be difficult to tie your pellets to a certain brand of shell.

That's what I was hoping.

Oh, we're out of luck, Detective.

Oh, damn.

Oh, and I was so looking forward to my almond macchiato.

This will be due to the Leslie Garrett business, no doubt.

Foul play.

Well, you know, I can't say.

Oh, dear. Poor Frodo.

He really does have bad luck.

I knew things were going to go badly when Leslie Garrett turned up at the

duck stalkers club.

When was this?

The night before she died.

You were there? Oh, yes.

I've been a member for years. Not that I shoot, mind you.

I make tea and cheese rolls for the meetings.

But my late husband, Rufus, now he was a stalker.

I was more of a plucker.

Plucking ducks is quite a skill, you know.

And when your husband is as successful as Rufus was, you need to know the art

of a quick pluck to get through them all.

Mm, I imagine so. I had a little ditty I used to sing when I was plucking.

How many ducks does a duck plucker pluck when a duck plucker does pluck ducks?

How many clucks can a pluck duck cluck when a pluck duck does cluck cluck?

Tell me... I used to get through an entire bird in eight verses, all of them

different.

Mm, well, that's very impressive. But can you tell me about Leslie Garrett's

visit to the club?

She wasn't invited, of course.

So, let's remind ourselves of quota.

It's eight ducks to a bag. Yeah, you got that, Lee. It was one, yeah.

It's a miscalculation.

It's club rules, so no firing before 7am.

Now, the conditions are forecast as foggy, so let's just all be careful out

there, eh?

Oh, for Christ's sakes, Leslie, you're in no way welcome here.

But I'm a lifelong member, Don. You know that.

Mrs. Marlow, would you care to come with me to the station? It's much warmer, and

I can make you a coffee there.

Oh, that would be lovely.

Thank you. Great.

Here we go.

Thank you.

Now, you said that Leslie Garrett claimed to be a lifelong member of the

Duckstalkers Association.

Well, she was, because her great-grandfather was a founding member.

Oh, dear.

What?

Nothing.

Did you wibble?

Wibbling is the art of bringing the crema to the surface.

Now, before you plunge, you must wibble until two small stationary waves start

jiggling.

Oh, OK. So, like... Nipples, yes.

Wibble, wobble, double nipple.

And then...

And then only do you plunge.

So Leslie was entitled to be at the meeting because she was an active

member. Active troublemaker, really.

We don't want your rantings here, Leslie.

Consider your membership revoked. You have no right to shoot innocent ducks.

What I do or this club does on my land is none of your business.

Really? I think that's about to change.

Read it and weep, Walter. And until that takes effect, I will do whatever it

takes to protect those ducks, because birds' lives matter too. That's enough,

Leslie.

What did it say?

Don't know.

Let's just say I'm confident it wasn't a love letter.

This is a really good coffee.

It's the art of wibbling, my dear.

Kimberly.

Double mocha, right?

Yeah, sure, but I'm actually looking for Frodo.

Uh, tried your house?

Uh, he was there for a bit.

Totally freaked about what happened.

Is he where he is now?

No, he had a bit of a cry, muttered something about ghosts from the past,

asked if I'd look after the cart and then just disappeared.

If he makes contact, can you get him to call us? We really need to speak with

him. Is he in trouble?

Just tell him to call me.

Why are you here exactly?

Um, I have a...

A few questions, if that's okay.

Some of them are a little delicate.

Did Leslie have any life insurance?

No. We didn't buy into that stuff.

We sourced everything from the land.

That was our insurance.

I have some tucked away.

Things will be okay, Ollie. I don't want your pity.

I just want it back.

It's not pity.

We're family, hon.

I'm off to see Reverend Green.

We'll get Leslie a nice send-off, I promise.

Goodbye, Detective.

You have my number? Yes. Thank you for the tea.

Um, were you aware that Leslie visited the Duckstalkers club the night before

she was killed?

Yeah.

That's quite a provocative thing to do.

I told her not to go.

But she was a stubborn person, always looking for a way to make a point.

And when I came to tell you about Leslie, you were arriving home?

I'm just wondering where you'd been.

Why?

Well, we're just trying to get a picture of where everyone was when Leslie died.

I was delivering eggs.

Organic duck eggs, that's what I do.

At 8.30 in the morning.

People like fresh eggs for their Saturday morning omelettes.

Right.

And finally, do you have any firearms on the property?

We're animal lovers.

What use would we have for a gun?

Okay.

Thanks.

Oh, and...

Do you have the list of deliveries you make?

Can I send it through?

That'd be helpful.

Thanks.

Walter, this is Mike Sheppard.

It's been a while since we met through the tragedy at the golf club.

Angela Stone was no friend of mine.

I understand Leslie Garrett wasn't either.

Nothing personal.

Just didn't like her politics.

That being the bandwagon type.

Not a fan of greenies trying to tell me how to look after my land.

Māori have looked after the whenua for over 600 years and done a bloody good

job of it. Except for the moa. They went extinct.

Because they're bloody stupid, that's why.

Body the size of a car, brain the size of a pea. What do you expect?

Anyway, we won't have our customary rights threatened.

So, mallard ducks aren't native?

No. But the kereru is.

Wood pigeon.

Not that we shoot them.

Mutton bird.

All those.

Pukeko. Oh, yeah, OK. We shoot them.

Bloody nuisance.

The point is, I'm a farmer. It's in my interest to look after the land.

I understand Leslie Garrett gave you a document of some kind at the clubhouse.

I tore it up.

It was a threat.

Don't take too kindly to threats.

Yeah, Leslie Garrett was trying to take control of Uncle's land by putting a

protected species caveat over it. What species?

The feel.

The blue duck. It would prevent the Duck Stalkers Association from renewing their

lease and getting access to the waterway. Not that there's any feel

around these parts. More likely to find Ian's teeth.

She was making it up.

Anything to shut us down.

Why would you bother to belong to a club only to shoot on your own land?

Without members, the club will close down.

And not renew its lease.

Something like that.

Plus, they were handing out free boxes of shells.

To mark the opening of the season, the Broken Wood Duck Stalkers Association is

gifting each shooter a box of a new brand of... 12-gauge shelves.

This is to say thank you for your continuing loyalty.

So please, come up, grab a box, tell me how they perform, and then I'll feed

back to the company.

Everyone that night took a box of shelves?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, compliments to Tony Kennedy and Don Ducker.

Guess they'll do anything to keep the club alive.

Have you still got the box?

Gerard? I'll grab it.

How are you coping with the Parkinson's?

Some days are good.

Other days are good, too.

Today's a good day.

Excuse me.

Green. Yeah, boss.

ESR came back with a match on those BBs and the victim.

They match with a brand called... Triple X Steel?

How'd you know?

Just had a feeling.

So the fatal pallets could have come from many of these.

From any of the 12-gauge.

Tamati?

Walter. Don.

And Frodo.

Still no sign of Frodo. I'm yet to get a formal statement.

Tony Canetti's kids and Jenny Lyons were using .410 gauge.

We need to find out for sure whether the .410 uses steel shot.

My understanding is that it doesn't.

And we need to find out why Don Ducker was so keen on everyone using identical

ammunition.

It's good to have old Bessie back.

Bessie?

Named after my great-grandmother.

She was known to give you a good blast when you did something wrong.

Mr. Ducker, we have a few questions.

Naturally.

It's a terrible business.

Oh. Detective Sims and... Brain.

Brain, yeah.

This is my wife, Mary.

Hello.

Everything all right?

100%.

Is this about... Listen, why don't you go and whip us all up a cup of tea,

love?

Of course.

Come on through.

So my great-grandfather, Don here, he started the club in 1922.

So you're Don Ducker IV?

I am indeed.

Proud to carry the family name.

So, um, this would be Don Ducker I? Yes, well, Donald.

Donald Ducker.

Donald Duck.

Everything all right there, Detective?

Mm, yeah, just a... Louise slice.

It's unbelievable.

It is, isn't it?

Marion is a whiz in the kitchen.

So my great-grandfather was born in 1901, christened Donald Duck.

There was nothing unusual in that.

Until, of course, Walt Disney created a friend for Mickey Mouse in 1934, and by

then, my grandfather, Don Junior, was 10 years old.

Well, you can imagine the teasing.

So Don Senior decided to change their names.

Hmm. It's interesting he didn't choose Smith or Brown.

Why should he?

The Ducks were a proud family, big in the linoleum business.

Don Ducker was a compromise.

But as you can see, duck shooting.

That's the true family legacy.

Do you partake in the sport, Marion? Sadly, no.

Not my thing.

But if you like her baking, you wait till you try her roast duck.

I knew it was the passion of Don's when I married him.

And as the saying goes, if you can't shoot him, pluck him.

Um, can you tell me about Leslie Garrett?

I didn't really know her that well.

Even though she was a lifelong member?

Well, name only.

It was her great-grandfather and mine that started the Duckstalkers

Association together.

Hence, she was a lifelong member.

But then she went all stridently green and tried to pull the club down.

So you had her expelled?

As chairman, I felt I had to pull rank.

I'd rather die than see this club fail.

And just out of interest, do you always shoot alone?

Yes. I thought it might be more social, perhaps even safer.

Oh, no, no, I prefer to shoot alone.

There's nothing unusual in that.

I find it meditative.

You know, some people do yoga.

I shoot ducks.

So you stayed at home?

Yes, I was here.

In the kitchen.

Donald Duck, eh?

And proud of it.

i nearly choked you did choke which is why you're not supposed to eat on the

job i would have been rude not to her baking next level some sort of secret

ingredient well regardless she's a reluctant plucker who is no doubt

relieved that the duck shooting season only lasts six weeks who's next tony

kennedy blood sports hunting and guns

Tony, how long have you been a member of the Duckstalkers Association?

Oh, years.

Been like a second family.

But you didn't take a box of the shells that Don Duck was dishing out.

Well, I supplied them at cost.

Selling and taking would be a bit weird.

And the kids shoot the smaller .410, so they wouldn't fit.

Why dispense only the 12-gauge?

It's the most popular.

Most of the clubs shoot 12.

Personally, I'm a 20-gauge guy.

You know, I picked that.

Really? How about that?

Must be the...

Hat.

Maybe.

Anyway, the 20-gauge gives me more manoeuvrability, but each to their own.

Like I always say, the best gun to have at a gunfight is the one you have, not

the one you wish you had.

Not that I've ever been in a gunfight.

Strictly animals, for me.

Wild animals, nothing caged. They wouldn't be sporting.

Nor legal, I suspect.

Is it possible to get steel pellets in the 410 shotgun shell?

Not yet.

Manufacturers slow to fill the demand for less used gauge.

Was Leslie hit with steel?

She was.

Yes.

Pretty happy about that? Yeah.

No, only that I told my kids it couldn't have been them. I mean, I knew it

couldn't. I was there. They aimed high, but now it's definite.

It's a relief.

For them, not for Leslie.

Obviously. But... Okay.

Was it your idea to hand out the XXX steal?

No, no. Don Ducker came by and hit me up, and I said, yeah.

Thanks, Tony.

Detective.

You shouldn't have.

Left it for Ollie.

I'm sorry again for your loss.

I have a sister.

Can't imagine what it feels like.

You close to her?

In that, don't need to call but always there kind of way.

Call her, Mr. Shepherd.

Don't take anything for granted.

We were told a gun for learners.

Let me guess.

Tony Kennedy.

Possum. I've been scoffed at by men with their 12 gauges all my life, but there's

more sport in a .410 in my view.

I noted there was a shell still in the chamber.

You only fired once?

It was a pot shot. I knew I'd misjudged the range and second would be a waste.

And you fired first?

Then everyone followed.

But the ducks were well out of range.

I'm guessing they all got a little trigger happy being the first day of the

season.

That's when we saw Leslie.

No. No!

Your .410 only uses lead shot.

I know it's not best on the environment, but there's no choice at the moment.

How did Leslie feel about that?

Leslie was a crack shot in her day.

She left a fair few kilos of lead in those waterways as a youngster.

The .410's the only gun you own?

Never shot ducks with anything else.

Thanks. I'm slowly getting the peculiarities of duck shooting.

They won't hold you up.

Better get this back in the safe.

15.6.

It's almost the same as Walter's and about two metres closer than Frodo's.

You will have to add three degrees, which will change the hypotenuse.

Why? To allow for the tide.

I don't know how to do that.

It is easy.

C equal a squared plus b squared.

Then divide it by pi.

If in doubt, always divide by five.

Right.

And finally, Jenny Lyons. Can you hear that?

Eco tours.

That's right.

Is it electric?

No.

Or biofuel? No.

So what's eco about it?

Well, it's nature.

It's what the tourists want.

With the quad bikes out in the forest, the eco barge out on the inlet.

Got all my bases covered.

This is maiden voyage tomorrow.

I need to know if you took a box of the XXX steel shells from the DSA the other

night. No.

Well, as a matter of fact, I did. I took two.

Bad luck for the 14ers, eh?

Do you mind if I grab yours as well?

Yeah, help yourself.

Cheapskate. Waste not, what not, Jenny.

They're gonna waste.

What's not to like?

Kaupoi.

Thanks for this.

You said on the phone Walter wanted a word.

Yeah. Nah.

Not really.

He's struggling a bit today, so... What's the holder?

Uh, nothing, cuz.

Uh, the detective's just leaving. Yeah, yeah, he's just leaving.

Why? Doesn't he want to know?

Know what?

Stop interfering, Tamati.

I'll say what I want to say.

You know, he's not in the best health.

Physically, yes. But if he's got something to say, I want to hear it.

I know I should have mentioned this earlier, but the morning in Quishton was

chaotic.

And I didn't want to accept it was true.

But in the cold light of day, I know it happened.

You sure you want to say this, Cass?

Don't patronise me. I saw what I saw.

What did you see, Walter?

Leslie Garrett was shot by Wild Bill Baker.

Wild Bill Baker.

You seem pretty definite.

So what? We're just bringing this Bill Baker and we're done?

Could be a bit tricky.

Hey, Mike.

Look, I know Uncle believes he saw what he saw, but, well, the thing is, is that

Wild Bill Baker died in 1987.

Says here, William Hemi Baker died in a hunting accident, so his body was never

found. Technically, it remains a cold case.

Walter reckons it was him.

Right.

So, I guess we've just got to figure out if dead men shoot live rounds.

Walter Elliot's my-my is almost directly opposite that abandoned hut there.

According to Walter...

Working

on the reasonably solid theory that it wasn't a ghost, are we looking for a

ninth shooter?

How'd you get on with Lance Gifford?

Oh, Lyons is expanding his business, and he still can't be specific about where

he was on the waterway, but supposedly somewhere south of here.

Could he have been on Bill Baker's maimai?

Maybe.

We need to look into any possible motive.

Oh, we can park the Kennedy kids as their ammunition doesn't match.

Nor, for that matter, does Jenny Lyons. Plus, she only expended one round.

And I'm yet to verify Ollie Garrett's movements that morning.

Don Ducker has no one to verify his position.

And I'm still yet to receive a statement from Frodo.

Tamati Taylor is covering for something.

And his uncle saw a ghost.

Plus, we are yet to determine whether the victim was hit by one shooter twice

or two shooters once.

All I know is that his nickname is Grey Mellow Bandero.

He always shot from the same way-might, and every year he took out the club's

leaderboard.

Then... Legend has it...

He went shooting on his own one day and disappeared under mysterious

circumstances. Our records have him as missing, presumed drowned.

Well, then I guess that's what happened.

It was all before my time.

Did you see what Walter saw?

No, it all happened pretty quick.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Are you sure Jenny Lyons shot first?

Yeah, a fraction before 7am.

That's why everyone got a bit jumpy.

Got caught off guard.

And then Lesley called, don't shoot.

Was the last thing she ever said.

But no one listened.

Glad to see you taking this incident seriously.

Tell me more about Wild Bill Baker.

He was a legend.

Total legend.

Hands down.

Renowned for his back count each season.

He held the top tally year after year. No one could get near him.

He could get two birds with a barrel each and reload and get two more off the

same flight.

Of course, he had the best spot, but never in sight.

And one day he was taking his final shot.

Perhaps I wanted to have the final say. Some kind of utu, maybe.

That's what happened.

Just like that.

Were there any witnesses?

All that was found was his gun, full bag of ducks and a thermos of tea.

Cold by the time the alarm was raised.

By then the tide had taken him.

At least he died with his boots on.

Doing what he loved.

If there were no witnesses, how do you know that's what happened?

Because he's a legend?

What other way could he have gone?

Are you sure it was Bill Baker that you saw on that maimai?

Wouldn't be anyone else. His maimai's been derelict for years. No one uses it

out of respect.

Even though it's the best spot?

Yeah. Birds tend to fly from east to west. Bill's maimai is angled in such a

way that he gets first look as they come over the ridgeline.

So why wouldn't someone use it?

Be a brave man who did.

He died there.

A rahui was put on it. It's tapu.

Could it have been...

Someone else?

Nope.

So you're asking me to believe that Leslie Garrett was shot by a ghost?

I don't believe in ghosts.

But I do believe in spirits.

And if Bill Baker's spirit decided to manifest itself as a ghost...

You

were right-handed.

That would be your trigger finger.

I don't know what you're implying.

It's my left arm that does all the work. With my left, I aim.

See?

Steady as a rock.

Are you an accurate shooter?

One of the best in the club.

Tamati? Straight and true.

What about Don Ducker?

Between you and me, Don's a great chairman.

But he has trouble getting his eye in.

Most days it comes away empty-handed, so one of us throws him a duck to take

home.

God loves a try.

Walter could be saying this to deflect blame.

Let's say he accidentally shot Leslie, given his physical state.

Out of panic, he decides he saw Bill Baker.

He may even truly believe he saw Bill Baker.

Tamati plays along with support.

Yeah, but why blame a ghost?

You must know that won't stack up. Why not say it was someone real?

Because ghosts can't be proven or disproven. It is kind of a grey area.

Well, no, I'd say it was pretty black and white. They don't exist, and they

certainly don't run around discharging firearms.

If someone was there, they were really there.

So we are looking for a ninth shooter.

You know, this whole Rāhui tapu thing makes me kind of nervous.

We're investigating it. We're not using it. I think it's okay.

Sound of nature.

Yes.

Okay. Thanks.

Proto's at the Toad and Lion. Apparently he's in a bit of a state.

Suss him out.

I'm good here.

Thank you, Kimberly.

No sign of Frodo. He's at the cop shop sleeping off a bender. Always sorted me

out in my youth.

Oh, not tired of wibbling so soon, Detective.

I'm still getting the hang of it. But why wibble when I can have the real

thing? Coconut milk, flat white? Thank you.

Oh, um, Jean, did you get your usual delivery from Olly Garrett on Saturday?

The Duck Egg Man?

Oh, they're very underrated, you know.

Yes, so I hear. They're fattier, you see, so they provide fluff and lightness

and general oomph to cakes and pastries. And flavour, too.

Right. So you did get your delivery?

Alas, no.

Well, the deal is first in, first served, and I've never missed out

before, so I can't complain.

But my Saturday Genoese cake had to wait.

So if Mrs Marlow missed out, being sixth on the list, does that mean nearly half

of your clients on Saturday didn't get deliveries?

Yeah, I didn't make it through all of them. Ran out. The girls, they weren't

laying well that week.

Sorry, my thoughts have been like jelly.

Well, you say you ran out, but when you arrived home, I saw eggs still in your

youth.

It must have been the cracked ones.

So do you remember your last delivery?

Yeah, I got to Mrs Campbell.

Before you ran out of good eggs.

I need the best for my clients.

OK, thanks.

Are you doing all right?

Not really, but what can you do?

Well, at least you've got support.

Ginny?

Yeah, I guess that helps.

OK, well, we'll keep you updated.

OK.

Good day for it, detective.

Is Lance Gifford taking XXX steals in bulk now?

What? By the box.

Oh, no, no. He's picking up some new T-shirts.

One for each day of the year?

No, they're for fundraising.

Do you want one?

Oh, pass.

I'm interested in Bill Baker.

Why? He's been dead for 30 years.

I know. Technically, it's a cold case.

Well, it was the greatest shooter this club's ever had.

I don't see your name up there.

Oh, yes.

Chairperson. It might be a bad look if I was hogging the limelight.

Have you ever known anyone to use Bill Baker's mo-mo?

No, never.

It sits there as a monument to his greatness.

Even though it's the best spot?

Well... That's a matter of opinion.

Walter Elliott believes that anyone wanting an advantage would opt for that

spot. That'd be disrespectful.

Well, someone's been there recently.

We found two shell cases.

At first glance, they seem to be 12-gauge XXX steels.

Didn't see anyone.

Were you wearing your glasses?

Of course.

Well, the shells are being fingerprinted.

We'll know more soon.

This here?

That's my great-grandfather, Don Duckis Senior. He's with Henry Lyons, Leslie

and Jenny's great-grandfather. The original stalkers?

First day of the season, 1935.

They built this club from nothing.

I still use that gun as a sign of respect.

Kicks like an old mule.

Jenny still has her great-grandfathers, too. See, they're a matching pair.

Something timeless about their simplicity.

Jenny Lyons still owns that gun.

Well, Leslie inherited it, and then she passed it on when she went all greeny.

But that's not a .410. Oh, God, no.

Those men did not muck around.

12-gauge all the way.

Well, everyone's squeezing a little bit closer. Don't be shy. We all know each

other, don't we?

Cheers, everybody.

I got a ride out.

Everybody take your 100% pure New Zealand coffees back into the van and

off we go, okay?

You've got a good smile.

Lance?

Look, I'd love to stop and chat, Detective. I've just got a busy day,

okay?

Ah, sir, this is your camera.

Such a charlatan.

Double mocker?

Yeah, it was really designed to see you open, Kimberley.

I'll have that thought.

I didn't mention it because it isn't used.

Shouldn't it be in a safe?

When Leslie gave it to me, it was decommissioned.

It's an heirloom.

It's the gun my great-grandfather owned when he set up the club.

With Don Ducker Senior?

Mm-hmm.

He fought in the Great War.

Gallipoli.

My great-grandfather served too.

Charles William Sheppard, Auckland Mounted Rifles, Gallipoli.

Wounded off at Charnock Bear.

Who knows? Maybe they were trench buddies.

Auckland 6th Battalion arrived after Charnock Bear. Fought till the end.

The Great War.

Such an ironic name.

At least it's great that they both came home.

Otherwise we wouldn't be talking.

Nice way of looking at it.

Well, if that's all, I should get back to dear Ollie.

So much to organise to farewell, Leslie.

Of course. I will need to take the gun to be examined.

I told you it's decommissioned. It's merely an heirloom. I understand.

But all the same.

Hey.

How'd I get in here?

Well, uh, Breen was taking you home.

You jumped out of the moving vehicle and started taking your clothes off at the

traffic lights.

Oh, man.

It was the tequila, I bet.

I shouldn't drink that stuff.

Hmm. Perhaps not in such volume?

How's the head?

Bad.

I want my one phone call.

Frodo, you can have as many as you like. We're letting you go with a pre-charge

warning. But we do need that statement.

But I want a lawyer.

Well, you don't need one, but if you so wish.

No, I totally need a lawyer.

In the unlikely event of an emergency, follow your crew. They know what to do.

Crew? No, I'm the crew, Mr Chan.

Now, everyone test your wisdom.

Lance.

Lance? All right, all right, stop.

Stop, please.

God, this had better be good. I've got a bunch of happy campers here about to

experience the tranquil waterways of Broken Water.

Interested in the local bird life, are they?

Indeed. And what do we do, people?

We take only photographs and we leave only... Footprints.

Footprints. We leave only footprints, Mr Chan.

These T-shirts, are they members of the Duckstalkers Association?

Look, what is this?

I'm trying to run a legitimate business here on police harassment and it's

bloody bad on TripAdvisor.

What's going on, Lance?

It's nothing. Everyone gets a free T-shirt with a ticket.

And they don't even know what it says.

Excuse me.

Ah, no. Oh, yes. Go for it. No, wait, stop.

We love kiki ducks.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Marion Ducker, it's Detective Kristen Sims.

Hi, I'm just wondering if you received a delivery of duck eggs from Ollie Garrett

on Saturday?

Uh, no.

Why? It's just a routine inquiry.

Uh, yes.

Sorry, yes I did.

Um, I was confused. I thought you meant last weekend when I missed out.

Yes I did.

Right.

Well, that's all I need. Thanks.

Okay, bye.

Hi Ollie, it's Detective Simms. It seems you made a delivery to Marion Ducker

after Mrs Campbell.

Uh-huh.

Do you remember delivering to her the week before as well?

I can't actually remember.

Well, Mrs Marlowe received her order that week and she's further down the

list. Does that help?

Then I must have. Yes, I did.

Okay. Thanks.

Detective! Salutations.

I'm here for the Hobbit.

What? Frodo.

You called me.

All that's required is a statement of facts. You got it?

Yep. That's all.

Nothing more. That's all you have to give them.

You've got nothing to hide.

No. You've got nothing to hide, right?

I don't want to hide anything.

Splendid! I'll lead you through it.

Right. Are we ready?

Well, as you know, Detective Sims, I've had limited time to be briefed by my

client. But Mr. Oates is very happy to furnish you with a simple account from

his point of view as an innocent witness to this tragic accident.

In other words, he's prepared to give a statement.

Yeah.

Good. So, Frodo, can you tell me about the events leading up... My client

recalls very little other than... I killed that Garrett woman.

Did he own there?

No, I did.

Well, I don't think that's accurate.

If my client and I could have a further moment alone... Why?

I killed the lady. Right.

Client is clearly hungover.

Possibly still under the influence.

Both barrels, man.

Totally wasted her.

Who was real misty.

I was calling the birds and thinking about my mate.

Just like old times, eh, bro?

It was supposed to be a day of remembrance.

You know, of celebration.

I'd just gained the confidence to get back out there, but then that's when I

saw Hayden over the other side.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Next thing, the lady is slumped in her boat, dead earth.

Frodo, where exactly was Hayden?

The salt maimai that this dead Māori fella used to shoot from.

Can you indicate it from this map?

Just that one.

And do you recall what Hayden's ghost was wearing?

Some weird hat and bandana thing.

His face was covered in camo paint.

So how could you be sure it was him?

No one else uses that my-my.

I was thinking about him real hard.

I summoned this ghost, man.

Then it all turned to crap.

I know what I did.

I gotta own it.

I know what I saw.

Or do you?

You're my lawyer. I thought you were supposed to believe me.

Gentlemen, can you give me a moment?

What happened to me doing all the talking?

I told you I wasn't going to hide anything.

You proved that, Frodo.

Spectacular style.

Broken Wood Duck Stalkers Association is nothing without its exclusive lease to

shoot on Walter Elliot's property.

That's nothing to do with me. You're a member.

So?

You and Don Ducker got together to create a quid pro quo scenario whereby

you guarantee increased membership to the DSA in exchange for him guaranteeing

access to the waterways.

Fly in the ointment? Leslie Garrett and her plan to shut down duck shooting in

the area.

If Walter had to revoke his lease, Don would lose his club and you'd lose your

business.

If you're suggesting that I shot Lesley, then how do you explain the fact that I

wasn't even there?

See, I don't know that, because you've never been clear exactly where you were.

How can I prove that I was nowhere in particular?

Thank you for your honesty, Frodo. I know that must have been hard to talk

about.

We're not going to charge you at this stage with manslaughter, although, given

your statement, we may need to enforce careless use of a firearm. Please. You

have no evidence.

We have a confession, Dennis.

Madam, the duress of post-traumatic stress.

Imagine a three-day bender.

Yep.

Lance.

Okay.

Where?

Right. Well, I won't be charging for travel time, will I?

Say nothing.

I'm on my way.

Well done, Detective.

You are quite right.

My client, Gifford Eco Tours, does have a special arrangement with the Duck

Stalkers Association.

whereby a ticket bought entitles the holder to a free T-shirt, which

purchases a temporary membership of the aforementioned association.

Now, this is all completely legitimate under Section 21.1 of the Incorporated

Societies Act, 1908.

In other words, Detective, as the old saying goes, seems pretty legal to me,

and to which my client admits.

Right, Lance?

That's right, I do.

Which is bloody refreshing, given I've got another client right next door who's

admitting to something he in all likelihood didn't do.

Frodo. Yes, foolish Frodo.

Yet on the other hand, Mr Gifford here is admitting to something he did do that

is completely immaterial to the event in question, which is the inadvertent and

tragic death of a woman who, by all accounts, was an accident waiting to

happen, given she sailed willingly into what can only be described as a war

zone. So unless you have any actual evidence of any actual wrongdoing, then

this fishing expedition must end.

You're right there, Detective.

Detective Sims, please.

Detective. Oh.

Ollie. My message said to call. I didn't mean for you to come in.

It's okay.

Probably easier in person.

Ollie.

Don.

I'm here to see Detective Sheppard.

I'm, uh... I'm so sorry for your loss, mate.

You doing okay?

Moving through it.

Don.

Could we go somewhere quieter?

As I mentioned, these two shells were found on Bill Baker's Maimai.

The only fingerprints on them are a match to yours. Can you explain that?

No, that's impossible.

Don't they're a match?

No, they're not mine.

I mean, perhaps birds carry them from mine. I mean, it's only a few yards.

Or perhaps you shot from that Maimai.

And have been reluctant to admit it, given it's a breach of code amongst the

other shooters. No.

We have three witnesses who saw someone on that mai mai. They all described him

the same way.

Yeah, curiously, you didn't see anyone at all.

And this is you on the morning in question.

As you can see, the similarities are hard to avoid.

Look, I never set foot on Wild Bill Baker's mai mai. Never.

You see, the reason why the deliveries were incomplete is... Oh,

man.

When I got to the Ducker house, to Marion's... Hi.

Hey.

Do you want to come in?

Her kids were away and we both just had this...

feeling that we wanted to... like we couldn't help it.

And that was the only time, the one time.

And then Leslie... I just feel so bad.

Well, I, um, understand now why you wanted to be away from the station.

I take it Don is not aware?

You think he would have shaken my hand?

Just can't believe that happened.

That was surreal.

Look, I will need to corroborate this.

My husband is more interested in his damn club than he is about me.

Over the years, it wears you down.

You have no idea how much I despise all things duck.

But not the eggs.

Well, that was just an excuse to get to know Ollie.

Our paths had crossed and I liked him.

He'd come by each week and we'd talk, each time a little longer and... Well,

then finally last Saturday... Between 7am and 8am on Saturday morning, were

you anywhere near the Duck Shooter's Cove?

No. Can you prove it?

You're not suggesting we killed Lesley?

Oh my god, seriously?

We look at all the possibilities.

I never liked Lesley, but I never wished her any ill.

No. God no.

I mean, with Ollie it was what it was, but if Lesley hadn't... Well, I'm sure

everyone would be none the wiser.

I don't suppose we can keep this between us, can we?

I don't think Dom will handle it very well.

I can't make any promises.

Will you be alright?

What's going on?

Yeah.

Detectives. Sorry to bother you. That's fine. I've just been at the church.

Funeral arrangements.

I've had to organise everything.

Ollie's still so distracted.

Were you aware of any frictions between Ollie and Leslie?

In what way?

Lingering resentments, domestic violence issues.

Heavens no.

They were married ten years. Perfectly happy.

Well, it's come to light that Ollie had an affair.

So, perhaps not so perfect.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Who would?

Mary and Ducker.

They've both admitted to it.

Wow.

Didn't see that coming.

We're yet to verify the exact whereabouts of both Ollie and Mary when

Leslie was killed.

Wait, they were... that morning?

No, no.

Ollie would never hurt Leslie.

He might have stumbled, but he wouldn't fall that far.

As for Marion, well, I don't really know her.

And, you know, I'm sure she drove him to it.

Well, Ollie claims it was a mutual decision.

No, not Marion. Leslie.

She was so absorbed in her causes.

Poor man.

The other issue is the tests carried out on your great-grandfather's shotgun

reveal that it was fired recently.

Well, that's not possible. It was decommissioned. Leslie told me when she

passed it on.

You never checked?

No, I told you. I'd never shoot with a 12 gauge. They have a kick like a mule.

Okay, thanks.

Well, will I be getting it back? After a few more tests.

Sure.

How many ducks would a duck plucker pluck if a duck plucker would pluck

ducks? And how many mothers pluck ducks with their brothers? This will be brain

hard at work, I see.

Senior, uh...

Mrs. Marlowe was just dropping off some food. For Frodo, he's in the slammer.

Oh, remember Frodo?

Mrs. Marlowe, this is Area Commander Hughes.

Oh, well, hello.

Mrs. Marlowe. Oh, Jean, please.

Are you undercover?

Day off, but you know what they say, no rest for the wicked.

Please, don't let me stop you.

Should we try it a little faster?

I should probably carry on.

Thanks.

What's this?

Bent piece of wire.

Haven't found any significance.

These shells here correspond to what was found in Frankie Oates' moment?

Yeah, they're Triple X steel. It's what all the 12-gate shooters were using.

It's our main lead.

Except they're not.

Pull Frodo from the slammer. Get me the key to the evidence room.

These shells were found on the floor of your MaiMai. They're of the Triple X

brand. Confirming they're yours.

Yeah, they're mine.

I already admitted it.

They're over 15 years old.

So? They belonged to my mate who got killed.

I was having a shot for him.

Hunting just meant so much to him. Even though you had access to a fresh box of

XXX steels.

I wanted to get a duck with his ammo.

For old times.

Before it all turned into this nightmare.

You see this cartridge has the logo of XXX running down the length.

And this one says XXX here.

See the difference?

Yeah. That tells me that...

These cartridges, yours, housed lead pellets.

A XXX lead.

Banned over 10 years ago after a law change.

The victim was killed using steel pellets.

You know what that means.

They were dodgy. No, Frodo, it means that you didn't fire the fatal blast.

Or any blast that made contact.

So I... I didn't do it?

You couldn't have.

I don't know what to say. How about I won't use lead shot anymore?

I get that. I'm not truly nothing no more. I was over it before. I'm totally

over it.

Again.

Frodo, if you were always going to use Hayden's old shelves, why did you take

the triple X's from the meter?

Because they were free.

I'm never going to use them though.

Do you want them?

No thanks.

Okay.

You still got it.

Didn't get any ducks, though.

Gufty buggers were staying on the water.

Perhaps they're getting smarter.

Thought I was next gen.

Gina.

Mike, I am a sight for your sore eyes.

Any chance you could translate this for us?

The impact of the first blast was on the victim's left hand and side of her face.

it would have knocked her around.

Please.

Oh. If you say please, how can I refuse?

When I realized, of course, it was very simple.

For every action, there is an opposite and equal reaction.

When Leslie Garrett was hit with the first blast, one of two things happened.

Boom!

The force would have knocked her to her right.

and off balance.

She would have dropped the megaphone, her left leg travelling across in front

of the right to keep balance.

But this is a boat, so the motion was continuous, spinning her around,

presenting her right side when... Boom!

The second blast hit.

That's why she was hit on both.

The left and right.

So both shots came from the left-hand side of the cove?

Correct.

If the blast only came from the left bank, then it can only have been Don

Ducker or Bill Baker.

Or Jenny Lyons?

No, she was shooting lead.

And given Bill Baker is an apparition, he and Don are... Probably one and the

same.

Don?

Don, are you out here?

Marion Ducker is in a critical condition and we have an eyewitness

who saw a figure in a long dark coat leaving the scene but dogs say the scent

went cold.

Don Ducker's phone's still off?

Yeah, Breen picked him up at the clubhouse.

Took him to hospital.

Don's gun was found across the road from his house and his gun safe's been

jimmied open.

Home invasion?

There's no sign of forced entry on either exterior door.

Staged? Feels that way.

His fingerprints were found on the shell casing at Bill Baker's My My.

He was the only one on that side of the cove using a 12 gauge.

Motive? To get Leslie Garrett out of the way to ensure his beloved duck stalkers

stayed viable.

He said, quote, I would rather die than see this club fail.

Substitute die with kill, you think?

Yeah, and if he's messed up enough to do that, then...

He could have probably shot his wife.

Devastated at her betrayal?

Bring him in.

Marianne's parents have picked up the kids.

Drove them to the city. We didn't want them around.

That's why you know.

Tried to work through things.

And did you work through things?

I said I needed some space.

So you decided to bed down at the club? Yeah.

Big mistake.

Because?

Because I wasn't there when Marion was attacked. If I had been, I could have

stopped it.

Would have shot the intruder myself.

What I mean is, I... I should have been there to protect her.

There was no sign of forced entry into your house.

No. Marion probably left the door open. She wasn't thinking straight. Yeah, the

gun safe was broken into.

Well, there you go.

It's a burglary gone wrong.

I mean, have you talked to that bastard Garrett?

Ollie wasn't angry with Marion.

Oh, I see.

What, and I am?

Your gun was found dumped across the road.

The only prints on it were yours.

The expended shell cartridges have your prints on them too.

Oh, OK. If they were taken from my box, then they're probably the unused ones

that I...

put back the morning I went shooting. The morning Leslie Garrett was shot with

shells, again, bearing only your prints, Don.

I've got kids, for God's sake. Do you seriously think that I would shoot my

own wife?

But how angry were you?

Yeah, OK, I was angry.

But not like that.

Did you shoot Leslie Garrett?

No! I've already told you!

You were desperate to keep the DSA afloat, did you?

Opposes Bill Baker? No!

Well, someone did. Yeah, well, it wasn't me!

Well,

he's not saying anything else without his lawyer.

Tell me it's not Dennis Buchanan.

No, thank God. Some big shot from the city.

He'll be here in the morning.

Should we charge him with something just to hold him?

Not yet. He needs to be there for his kids when they get back.

He's not going anywhere.

This house is a crime scene.

Should I book him a motel?

And get uniform to keep an eye on him.

It's late.

Get some sleep. Another big day tomorrow.

You know the difference between myths and legends?

Try me.

Well, a myth isn't necessarily true. It grows into a legend. Whereas a person

can grow into a legend with mythical status, but they were definitely real in

the first place.

Yep, myths and legends, Mike. It's what our world's made up of.

So we explain everything we can't explain.

Your uncle Walter and Tamati, they didn't see Bill Baker or his ghost.

Yeah, but they're not Porangi.

They've seen someone.

They did?

Yeah, well, any ideas?

We have a prime suspect.

Yeah, I heard about Don Ducker's wife.

Things are getting pretty weird, eh?

Here's what I don't understand.

Jenny Lyons fired first and once.

And then everyone else fired twice.

I mean, why did everyone else fire twice?

Seems very arbitrary.

Well, it's like any other hunting. You shoot to kill.

Bone pine.

What?

It's a cove.

You OK there, Mike?

Uh-huh, huh.

All right.

Since reading ain't much of a great spectator sport, I might just get a move

on.

Jared, I need you to accompany me to the station.

Somewhere in here.

Ah.

See this bent piece of wire? What do you see?

Um, in my expert opinion, mate, a bent piece of wire.

It is. And maybe so much more.

Gallipoli. Arrived after Channock Bear. Fought till the end.

You've got a shotgun, right?

Yeah, a .410, a bird scare.

Grab it.

And in the implement shed at mine by the mara is a dead rat. Can you bring that?

A dead rat?

Why? We've got some building to do.

OK.

Someone's been busy.

I thought you said to get a good night's sleep.

In December 1915, Anzac troops needed to evacuate the doomed campaign on the

Gallipoli Peninsula.

They were hemmed in under constant fire from the Turkish army.

So they set their rifles to fire intermittently from the trenches, while

they slipped down the hill and onto boats.

ferried away to safety on the island of Lemnos.

The Turks believed that they were in their trenches for several days, when,

in fact, they were 30 miles off the coast.

Huh.

And this is how they did it.

The drip gun.

A cunning decoy.

The troops were evacuated without loss, and Jenny Lyons's great-grandfather was

one of them.

Let Don Ducker know that he won't need his lawyer. That's why Jenny's shotgun

only fired once, not twice.

She only needed one blast to settle for chain reaction.

So Jenny created the illusion of being in her mai mai.

When really, she was here.

Dressed as Bill Baker's ghost.

Hat, bandana, trench coat, camo paint.

It was a gift.

But the shells had Don's prints on them. The two he held up at the meeting the

night before.

So please, grab a box, see how they perform, and I'll feed back to the

company. And then, while everyone else was getting their free boxes of triple

X's, she had access to a 12 gauge that we didn't know about.

Hiding it in plain sight above the mantelpiece.

Hang on a minute.

Jenny was seen moments after the shooting coming out of her mai mai.

Jared saw her running, screaming.

How is she not seen going from Bill's mai mai back to her own?

Good point. I'm not sure.

But I am sure that the dead rat in the corridor needs to be dealt with Oh

Sweet god, that is huge.

Not to mention disgusting We have a real vermin problem if there's one rat.

That's a real health and safety issue. There's like hundreds I promise you the

station is rat free. I got Jared to bring it in to help me prove a point

How did you? The art of distraction is how a person can move between two points

in plain sight without being noticed.

Where are all eyes focused when the mist cleared?

Burger. Give you Jenny time to decant back to her mum.

They only have a bent piece of wire as evidence. That's not going to stand up

in court.

I'm sure she'll go.

About why she might want to kill her sister?

Well, as the good book says, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, nor thy

sister's husband.

Jenny, it's Mike Sheppard.

Try around the back.

Sorry, I was just putting something in the oven.

Jenny, we need you to come down to the station.

Oh, yes?

Why's that? We have a few more questions about Leslie.

And Marion Ducker.

As I said, I didn't know her. And I've got baking on the go for the wake this

afternoon. We'll bear that in mind.

It must be important.

It is, Jenny. Thanks.

Can I wash my hands?

I really hope this doesn't take long.

The service is at 1pm and I've got a lot to do.

We'll be as quick as possible.

Good. It really doesn't need much time.

I'll grab my coat.

In fact, to be honest, it doesn't leave enough time at all.

Mike, there's no baking.

So I won't be coming.

Whoa, easy there, Jenny.

I have no interest in coming to the station.

Mr. Shepherd, you're to stay.

You, get out, Jenny. Get out.

Get out!

Sims, do as she says.

Mike, I can't... I'm pulling rank here, Sims.

Leave. That's an order.

I'd like to say it was a difficult thing killing my sister, but it wasn't.

She had it all, and she disrespected everything.

What about the wildlife?

Birds' lives matter.

It's pathetic.

Our great-grandfather, grandfather and father would all turn in their graves.

And to subject lovely Ollie to all that righteousness.

He deserves so much better.

By that you mean he deserved you?

Leslie was more interested in bird life than loving her beautiful husband.

It's little wonder he's straight.

You shot Marion Ducker. It wasn't hard. I was angry.

Hands!

She shouldn't have used Ollie for her own problems.

I want to see him.

It's not going to happen, Jenny.

I'm sure you want things to end peacefully, Detective.

I'm sure we all do. So get him brought to the house.

Then you can leave.

We have ALS getting in position, but the curtains are drawn, so we have no direct

visual. The area police negotiator is involved in another situation in Tahuna

Point. For now, it's up to you to keep things stable.

In other words, conduct hostage negotiations.

Are you up for this, Simms?

Of course.

Keep this line open and we'll work it out together.

I'm travelling to you as we speak.

We have Mike calling out on another line. Let me listen, but we reply with

only one voice, yours.

Understand? Yep, got it. Yep, OK, I'm putting Kristen on now.

Mike, it's Kristen. Are you OK?

I am okay.

I imagine there's some activity out there.

As you might expect.

Tell the boys not to get too enthusiastic. I don't want any damage to

the paintwork on the Kingswood.

Top of mind, Mike.

Top of mind.

Good. Now, Jenny assures me that nothing bad will happen on the condition that

she gets to see Ollie Garrett.

Copy that. Can I speak to Jenny?

Negative. She's not keen on that idea. Just Ollie, here in 10 minutes.

It's a matter of some urgency.

Jenny says if she sees Ollie, then things will end well.

Send them, but under no circumstances will he be allowed inside or anywhere

near a line of fire.

Understood? Copy that, Mike.

Tell Jenny we want a peaceful resolution and we're doing our best to find Ollie.

Wasn't so hard after all, was it?

Oi, detective.

Not now, guys.

Jenny Lyons has your boss at gunpoint?

Yeah. So she was the grey-mailed bandero?

Yeah.

Hey, detective.

She's a crack shot.

Just so you know.

Thanks for that.

Did you call your sister?

No. You were keeping me busy.

Excuses.

What's her name?

Susan.

She has a son, Theo.

No other family? No wife?

Not currently.

Marriage has never been a strong point.

Why is it taking so long?

Maybe they're having trouble locating him. He only lives across town.

They're stalling, thinking they can wear me down.

Well, there's plenty of food. There's enough food for a week.

They'll cut the water off and then the power.

Then they should know that that won't end well.

How do you see this ending, Jenny?

When Ollie looks me in the eyes and declares his love.

And then?

Then I'll be satisfied.

Knowing that he'll be there for me.

Doing time won't be hard knowing that he's waiting.

Do you think he feels the same way?

Deep down.

But he hasn't had the opportunity to express it.

With Leslie gone, he can think for himself.

They won't let you see him, Jenny.

They will.

I promise you they won't. It's a simple request. It's not like I'm asking for a

million dollars and a helicopter.

I'm sure they value their senior officer enough to allow me that.

Let's hope so.

Kristen.

Wasn't easy.

Holly, hi.

Thanks for coming. I don't want to see her. That won't come to that. Then why

am I here?

Your presence will help us talk her down.

She's sick in the head and you can't talk sense to someone like that. I

appreciate that but we have a colleague in there and we need to get him out in

one piece.

If needed can you talk to her via phone?

Are you serious?

I wouldn't ask if I wasn't.

How much can one man take?

Sims.

We have Ollie here.

Here's what's going to happen.

Jenny needs to come through the front door and put the gun down.

An officer will approach and secure it. Then she can come out and speak with

Ollie. No, he needs to come in here where we can talk in private.

That can't happen, Jenny.

It's a simple request.

I'm not going to hurt him.

Sims, give us a minute.

Ollie might want to come in here to help you, but he won't be allowed to.

The only way you have of seeing him is by giving yourself up.

You need to tell your people to make an exception.

Tell them there are two shells in this gun.

One for you and one for me if I don't see Ollie in person in one minute.

Sims, is Ollie still with you?

Yes, he's ready to talk. Out here.

Jenny needs him to come inside.

Can we make this happen?

Negative. She needs to come out.

Really?

There are two of us in here and it's a sweaty situation.

It's like that feeling for a tropical rainstorm. You know that feeling, Sims?

He's warning us the offender has deadly intent for both of them.

Mike, can you tell Jenny Ollie is out here waiting?

He wants you to come out so they can talk. That's what he wants.

Okay, here's the deal, alright?

They're using Ollie as bait to bring you out.

Negotiate.

Demand to talk to him on the phone.

Look, I'm trying to help you to at least talk to him.

Jenny needs to talk to Ollie on the phone to make sure he's there.

Then she'll come out.

Well, I need to know that if that happens, she'll throw out her gun and

surrender.

Do we have a deal?

That's a deal.

OK, we're putting him on now.

Hello?

Ollie. You need to come out, Jenny.

How nice to hear your voice.

No one else needs to get hurt.

I wanted you to know how much I love you.

Uh-huh.

I've always loved you and cared for you.

And I forgive you for what happened with that ducker woman.

I know Leslie drove you to it.

If only I'd been more forthcoming with showing her way out.

The true happiness.

Everything's gonna be alright.

Do you love me?

I do.

You're a special person.

I love you, Jenny.

I guess I just... I didn't realise it.

Do you think there's still time for us?

I do.

Thank you, Ollie.

Thank you for your honesty.

We need to head out there now.

Don't answer that!

Are we okay, Jenny?

We had a deal.

Jenny!

Why won't he answer? I need to answer. There's a decline! Do what I say now!

Okay. Okay,

that's not good.

Can you get him back on?

The liar.

After everything that I've done, man.

I was lying too.

When I said there was two shells to this gun, there's only one.

No!

Truck fire! Truck fire! I'm police!

Enough!

Jenny, enough!

Enough! Just stop! Just stop!

Just stop!

You good?

Yeah.

Jenny Lyons, you're under arrest for the murder of Leslie Garrett and the

attempted murder of Marion Tucker.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used against you in the court of law.

It's like I missed the fun part.

Trust me, it's overrated.

Right, you're in good hands.

You okay?

Yeah.

You?

Yeah, all the better for that being over.

Can't see a beer.

Susan, it's Mike.

No, no, nothing's wrong.

You know, same old, same old.

The veteran detectives are at it again now on drama. Sandra and her boys

reopening old cases that everyone else has given up on.

It's new tricks.

You just say we should just leave it all behind.