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Come on!

Leave me alone, you freak!

Go away, or I'll call the cops!

(LOUD SCREAM)

# And I made a promise that I would
share out my dollars... #

Nothing like a 3km run
to sort the hangover.

Speak for yourself. I'm mashed.

That's why I gave up Sunday drinks.

Whoa!Whoa! Whoa!

It's bloody Arnie.

Breen's team, huh?

Mm-hm.
The infamous Brokenwood Cheetahs.

Infamous because?

They're truly dreadful.

Is that why they're forced to cheat?

'Cheetahs' as in the animals.

Ah. The dead guy's their coach?

Mm-hm. Arnie Langstone.

53, aside from coaching
he's involved in Rotary,

business Round Tables, breakfast
clubs for kids, the fun run.

One of the good guys.
Yeah.

Everyone loved Arnie.

Perhaps not everyone.

Is that coffee?
Yeah. You want some?

Did you make it?

I made a pot at the station
when the call came through.

Ah. No, I'm good.

Footprints?

Really?
You never know.

Two social rugby teams as well
as the Cheetahs use this ground.

Don't they say that every boot print

paints a thousand words?
No.

Don't worry, Arnie, we'll get you
out of here very soon into a more

dignified position.

You knew them, didn't you?

He knew his killer.
And you know this how?

'Cause he's staring at them.

The retina of the eye
acts like a camera.

The last image they see
is imprinted on the eye.

Are you serious?

No. But I've always thought,

if it did happen, it would make
our job a hell of a lot easier.

Are you OK?

Not my ideal way of mixing
business with pleasure but, hey.

Bag that.

I'll start with
interviewing the lads.

Hey, er, best you sit this one out.

What?

Ah, right now
there are fifteen suspects.

You're joking.

Get home, take a shower. We'll be
around later for a witness statement.

You're standing me down?

No.Come on, don't stand me down.
How would it look?

Which is why I'm not standing you
down. You have leave owing, right?

Yeah.
I'm making you take that leave.

Right.

Breen, did Arnie have family?
Wife, kids?

Oh, now you want me.

Separated.
Barbara Langstone, Connemara Drive.

9, I think. No kids that I know of.

Barbara Langstone?
Yes.

DSS Mike Shepherd, Brokenwood CIB.

Yes.
Have you got a moment?

Sorry, no, I'm running late
for an appointment.

A quiet word. It's important.
Really, look, if I miss

this appointment
it'll take weeks to get another.

Arnie Langstone is your ex-husband?
Yes.

I'm afraid he's been found dead.
At the rugby ground.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Would you like to sit down inside?
Is there someone I can call for you?

No, that's OK. How did he...

There'll be a post-mortem
but it would appear

he's been the victim of foul play.
God. Poor Arnie.

Is there anything I need to do?

Well, I'd appreciate
a chat about Arnie,

his background, friends, associates.

Perhaps later.
This appointment's in Riverstone.

The sooner the better, if that's OK.
Yep. Of course. I've gotta go.

Sorry. Thank you
for letting me know.

There's bruising about
the head and abdomen.

I'd say he was attacked,
probably punched.

Fatal blows?
No. They didn't kill him.

There are also traces
of lipstick about his mouth.

Transferred, I think.

So he was lucky
before he got unlucky?

Perhaps he lit a
cigarette from a candle.

He was a smoker?
Not that I can tell.

But in Russia, if you light
a cigarette from a candle,

it is very bad luck.
He's not Russian.

Then, for the most part,
he was lucky until this.

Time of death?

Between 11pm and 1am.

And the cause?

Setting aside candles,
cigarettes and bad luck.

Suffocation.

From having this
taped down on his face?

No. The ball did not make a perfect seal.

Something lacy and black did.

Talk about biting off
more than you can chew.

There is no sign of chewing.

They were forced down his trachea.

I'll come back later.
No. Come in.

That looks intriguing.
The murder weapon.

They were jammed
down Arnie's throat.

Mm. OK. That's intriguing
and also a little bit icky.

Mm.
Are they ripped?

Yes. As you say, intriguing.

Rugby's a rough game.

Beaten and choked.

Yes. And put on display.

Anything from the players?

Not a lot.

Arnie trained us really hard.

But he was always up for
a beer and a laugh.

Rubbish coach but nice enough guy.

Worst coach
but the best at the same time.

Feels kind of weird talking
about him in the past tense.

And such a now guy, eh?

Would you like a moment?

You know how some people
sponsor a child in Africa?

Arnie had three.
Who'd want to do that to Arnie?

That's what I'm asking.

Did Arnie have any enemies?

Anyone with a grudge?

No. Got nothing.
No.

So, fairly unanimous love
and undying loyalty.

Why have you written
'such a loser' on Gazza's statement?

Did I?

'Cause I thought it,
I didn't actually realise

I'd written it down.

Sorry, it's nothing,
it's not relevant to the case.

Oh, look, it's...

When I first moved to Brokenwood
I went on a few dates

and Gazza - Gareth -
was one of them.

Romance blossomed?

Not so much.

Hi, Gazza.

Oh, god! What is that smell?

That window doesn't work.

First date?

And last.

Why are there only 13 of them?

Well, Breen, obviously,
and Steve Fanshaw,

their number five and landscaper.

The only player not to show up
on the day that their coach

is murdered?
Indeed.

Hey, take a look at this.

GG.

That a brand you all wear?
That's not the brand,

they are initials but, whoever GG
is, they didn't skimp on quality.

Demi Prive?
The Rolls Royce of women's lingerie.

Interesting.
Sorry, after however many ex-wives,

did you never buy a pair of...

GG? Anyone spring to mind?

Governor Grey.

New Zealand's first premier?
Unlikely.

I'll do a name check.
Do that.

Because...

that is the last
thing on Arnie's phone.

From a prepay?

Non-traceable.

OK, I'm thinking
no to Governor Grey?

And, whoever GG is, seems like
she's missing her underwear.

Hey.
Busy, I see.

I'd rather be at work.

We need a statement.

Are you serious?

Roxy's. She uses it for fitness.

Fitness?
She's in the fitness industry.

You're welcome to try it.
No. I'm good.

So, what time did you
get to the rugby ground?

6:30am. We always do an
early Monday session.

Gets you warmed up
for the working week.

Arnie's car
was here when we arrived.

It's not like Arnie to be late.

His car's out the front.

Can't be far away.
Maybe he slept in.

Maybe he got lucky last night!

Why would Davo think
that Arnie got lucky?

Just locker room banter, I guess.
Let's do our 3km while we wait.

Bugger off!

Can't hurt.
Hasn't helped until now.

50 straight losses, Breeno.

Gotta be some kind of world record.

Eh, Arnie's our coach.

Respect.

Remember what Arnie says,
"Winning is easy.

"It's how you lose
makes you real winners."

Yeah, I don't think
that's quite accurate.

Fair cool, sticking up
for Arnie, back there.

Still a lousy bloody coach.

When we got back from the run,
that's when we found him.

How would you describe
him as a coach?

Traditional.
Aggressive?

Hell, no. He'd no time for that.

Had a zero tolerance
policy towards aggro.

Aggression-free rugby! Novel.

Arnie's mantra was, "Violence
has no place on the rugby field."

This is finally getting
interesting. Cheese roll?

Oh, yeah, please.

This is the real reason
I come to the game, Mrs M!

# Come on, you Cheetahs! #

Arnie chose to field
14 men on Saturday,

rather than condone Steve's
actions from the week before.

How did the team feel about that?
We all knew Arnie's rules.

So Steve Fanshaw
was a hothead, then?

Well, he's got a short fuse. But
Arnie was helping him with that.

By standing him down?
Tough love, I guess.

You know, I could be more
help to you on the case.

You've been helpful.
So when can I come back to work?

Come on.
I don't want to be on leave.

We can't have the public
crying 'cover ups' and all

that sort of carry on.
Yeah. Yeah. I know.

It's just, the longer I stick
around here, Roxy's gonna find

me stuff to do around the house.

Which would eat into X-box time.

I need to find solace somehow.

One last question.
Do the initials GG mean anything?

Governor Grey?

That's what I said!

# Hey, mama, don't cry

# Hey, mama, don't cry. #

You know,
it's one thing to kill a man,

but to strip him naked,
tape a rugby ball

over his face and ram
some knickers down his throat,

that's more than just murder.

It is, indeed, a statement.

So, is GG the initials
of a jilted lover?

Or the wife of a man

that caught Arnie
with his hand in the cookie jar?

# Hey, daddy, don't weep. #

Hello, again.

Barbara. This is Detective Sims.

Hello.

I'm really sorry
about your ex-husband.

Thank you. About before.
I think I was in shock.

I understand.
Did you make your appointment?

What?
In Riverside.

Oh, yes. Yes, I did. Sorry.
It's the news about Arnie.

I'm still trying to take it in.
Would you like to come inside?

Um, that's OK.

We can talk here. Cute house.

So you and Arnie were separated
for three years?Four.

Do you mind me asking
the reasons for the split?

Just drifted apart.

Yeah, that happens.

You've been there?
I'm something of an expert.

Separation was the logical step.
No kids involved, wasn't that messy.

That was a mutual decision?

It was. I mean, why live with
someone who wasn't present?

Four years but no divorce?

No.

You said, "Not present."
Where was Arnie?

The Arnie I married used to be
a very aggressive rugby coach.

He'd push his players
to be hard men on his field.

Brutal in pursuit of victory.

Then, about ten years ago,
during a game...

..opposing player died
right there on the field.

Arnie blamed himself,
coaching style...

But he didn't give up on the game?
I think he felt redemption

could only come from changing
the culture from within.

So Arnie changed,
and that's why you split?

He retreated.
Into himself?

Via his shed.

Look, I'll show you.

This is where Arnie
spent a lot of time.

What was his beer like?

I don't drink beer.

But he must have been proud
of his first brew, surely?

Did he wax lyrical
about its hoppy taste?

I don't remember.
Like I said, I don't drink beer.

What else did he do in here?

I've no idea.

Oh, he made a keyring
hanger once, by the back door.

Arnie's handiwork. I'd like to say
he was a better rugby coach but,

as you know, his record was dire.
He left his tools behind?

You mean, was there a
screaming row and I threw him out?

OK. Did he leave in a hurry?

Like I said, we just drifted apart.

So that was four years ago.

Have you moved on?
Sorry?

Are you seeing anyone?

I'm OK with being single.

And what about Arnie?
Was he seeing anyone?

Not that I know of.

Oh, one last question. It's just
a formality, really, but, um...

do you know if Arnie
had life insurance?

I've no idea.

Being single isn't the same
as not seeing someone.

Yeah, not seeing someone is all well
and good, but some bloke is keeping

their rugby boots by her front door.

Perhaps they're hers?

Fair point.

# A woman sleeps

# A shadow floats above her

# It smiles down, upon her... #

Beer. Lipstick.

Arnie loved his music.

Never understood
the appeal of classical music.

Not enough jangling guitars
and lyrics about losing your dog

down a coalmine for you?
Oh, come on, you know you love it.

You know I don't!

Still young.

He loved his rugby.
Never properly unpacked.

Maybe he was hoping
he and Barbara would reconcile?

Hey, take a look at this.

Two toothbrushes.

Arnie wasn't a bachelor, after all.

And whoever she was,
she left in a hurry.

Any luck?

No-one on that side remembers
Arnie having a live-in lover,

flatmate or his girlfriend.
Likewise.

And those two, neither are home.

Maybe she'll come back.

# Far away, you're so far away

# Far away, want it to stay that way

# Far away, it's on my mind

# Far away, I thought
I'd left you behind. #

Missing person report.

Dana Clark, 19.

Came to Brokenwood from Riverstone
on Sunday night and never came home.

I'll take a look at that, shall I?

Mm-hm.
See if there's a connection.

Hey, and women in the area

with the initials GG,
Gillian Green, 35...

She missing a red dress?
Unlikely, she's in a coma

and has been in a special
care facility for two years.

Gemma Gordon, Georgia Gascoigne
and Grace Godber are 11, 9

and 7-years-old respectively.

Gwynedd Griffiths...
Gwynedd? Is that a real name?

Mm. Welsh, I think.

Because?
Griffiths?

Plus she moved
back to Wales three months ago.

Did she take all her underwear?
That's a rhetorical question,right?

Glenda Gladwell
is 93 and in a rest home.

I had a follow up with Steve
Fanshaw, the missing Cheetah.

You OK?

Yeah. Old friend.

Bit far out for noise control,
isn't it?

I'm here about Arnie -
Detective Simms.

Do you want to sit
down somewhere, or...

No. I'm in a bit of a hurry.
Is this going to take long?

Because you weren't
working yesterday?

I had to go over
to Riverstone yesterday.

Is that why you weren't at
practice yesterday morning?

Arnie stood me down
for the game on Saturday.

I wasn't in the mood for practice.

How did you feel
about being stood down?

I was a dick.
Probably cost us the game.

Were you upset with Arnie?

He's the coach.
Even if he was a useless one.

You said it, not me.
What? And you never have?

In jest.

We used to give Arnie a hard time.

50 straight losses isn't exactly
a mark of excellence, is it?

That must be frustrating for you.
Yeah. Could be.

You've had problems with violence
in the past, haven't you, Steve?

Ah, yeah. That's your angle, is it?

Didn't you once
threaten to kill Arnie?

It was a long time ago.

We were all going
through a rough time.

Then Arnie got me enrolled
on some anger management classes,

and it helped. I'm different now.

What about your meltdown
in the game last week?

First one in ages.

And Arnie was right
to give me some time out.

Arnie's coaching didn't
make for great rugby,

but it made for better players.

And your movements Sunday night?
I was hanging at home.

Then I went to the Frog and Cheetah
for a beer, then I went home again.

Ray Nielsen was serving,
he'll tell you I was there.

And home is?
29 Bush Mill Terrace.

I flat with Dave
and Gazza from the team.

I didn't hurt Arnie.

Thanks for your help.

Yeah, yeah.
Steve was in here.

Any others from the team?

They all were. I give them
cheap drinks on game night

if they show up in their jerseys.

Of course they all turn in their
jerseys, the cheap bastards.

Best and worst thing I ever did,
sponsoring that damn team.

On the one hand I get all the lads
in here, spending up large.

On the other hand, I've got
my pub's name on the most shite

local team in the country.

Don't they say there's no such thing
as bad publicity?Yeah.

But I mean, being associated with a
pack of losers for five years?

It's not a good
look for this place.

See, the Frog and Cheetah
is an aspirational bar.

People come here to feel good about
themselves. Isn't that right, Len?

What?
This place. Where dreams come true.

Oh.

Yep.

Len's a house painter.
You know what they say?

Fast hands, slow mind.

Not to speak ill of the dead,
but maybe now that Arnie's gone,

they might start
winning games again.

You think it was down
to the coaching, then?

What do you think?
I'm asking you.

He was too soft on them.
Lacked the killer instinct.

Yeah, there was a reason for that.

Yeah, yeah. The fine line
between assertion and aggression.

He went all namby-pamby

on them when he should've
been kicking their butts.

You were here all night?

Yep.

What about the other players?
Do you know what time they left?

No.

No idea?
Mate, I run a busy pub.

Like, I can't be holding
their hands. They come, they go.

Hey, Len! Were you in here

on Sunday night when Steve
and the boys were drinking?

Yep.
When did you leave?

Same time I always do.

When you kicked me out!

Talk to Len.

Len, is it?

DSS Mike Shepherd.

I'm making enquiries
about Arnie Langstone.

Yeah, I overheard.

Bloody sad.

Can you remember if Steve Fanshaw
was in here on Sunday night?

Yeah. Him and the others.

No different from any other Sunday.

Team lost. Drank here. Went home.

You don't play yourself?

No. My brother used to play,
but I never had the speed.

Just a loyal fan, then?

Well, you know, there's always
Mrs Marlowe's cheese rolls.

(MOBILE RINGING)
Oh. Excuse me.

What have you got?
We've located Dana Clark's car.

About 5km out of town
on the Riverstone road.

Locked?

Bet you $10
she ran out of gas.

Based on?
The bonnet's not up.

My ex-wife never
checked the fuel gauge.

Swear she thought the 'E'
stood for extra full.

This was ex-wife number...

So, if she's headed out of town,
back to Riverstone...

she runs out of gas...
..or breaks down.

..decides to hitch.

Sims!

Gibbs!

Gibbs.

Mike!

Maybe she was disorientated?

I admire your optimism.

If she was, she was in
a hell of a hurry.

Sims.

Gibbs! Take upstream.

Hey.

There's a wallet in that handbag.
Dana's ID'sin there.

If she had followed this,
she would've made it back to town.

Eventually.

Or not.

Hey, Dana.

We found you.

Dana's wallet still
had cash inside it.

And her car keys were there.
Look at this.

She's in bare feet
at this stage, right?

As she slid, she's pushed
the earth aside, this way.

Feet are smooth, right?
Yeah.

But...the other person
follows a different line.

It's like they
clawed the ground.

Or they were wearing...
..Unusual shoes.

OK. Everyone stand still.

Please do not move until I say so.

Mike!

Got it.

Over here. We need a cast taken.

I can put the time of death between
11pm and 1am, Sunday night.

Same time as Arnie Langstone.

Coincidence?

I don't know.

Cause of death is strangulation.

Whereas Arnie was suffocation.

Yes. This girl
was strangled by hands.

You can see the bruising
around here and here.

Big hands?
Are we talking male hands?

Not necessarily. In Russia some
of the woman's hands are very big.

Quite scary, actually.

You should never apply for
a job in Russian tourism.

Why would I do that?

I'm a doctor.

There are several 4cm
indentations on her head.

She was struck
with something blunt.

A rock, perhaps?

The marks are not severe enough
to be from something that hard.

Anything else?

Her underwear is on.

So we can assume that the underwear
that killed Arnie wasn't hers?

But also, there is no sign
of sexual interference.

How d'you get on
with Dana's parents?

Does it ever get any easier?

No.

I did have a thought
on the way over.

Something was missing
from that handbag.

One thing no woman
would go without.

Lipstick?

How does she make calls?

Take selfies, update Facebook,
check Twitter, Instagram her food?

You lost me after 'make calls'.

Her parents confirmed
she has one, so where is it?

Plus, it gets better.

Her sister said that Dana had been
dabbling with hook-up sites.

She'd come to Brokenwood
for a good time.

Which turned out to be a bad time.

I'll get the SSG
to do a wider search.

Definitely.

I've got a serving, a DC Breen,
he's part of the local rugby team.

His coach has been murdered.

When will police
officers realise they're

not supposed to have social lives?

Yeah, too late in this case.

You stood him down?
Put him on leave.

Smart. You need another team?

I just need Breen back.
We've got a double feature up here.

Should I send Wilmott up to calm
the PR waters for this Spring?

Breen, and not Wilmott, please.

I'm winding you up.
She's on holiday in Fiji.

With her new man.
How d'you feel about that?

Do I have to feel anything?
Try.

Relieved.
I see why she left you.

I think I left her.

You can't leave someone
if you were never there.

Listen, I may have a more efficient

way to ameliorate this issue
and kick it into touch...

..So to speak.

Tell me you want me back at work.

Wanting you back and letting
you back are different things.

Come on. Roxy's got me
painting the spare room.

Baby blue? Is she...

No, she's not.

Although she's showing signs
of wanting to go that way.

And these signs are?

Can we just pretend that
I'm at work? I hate painting.

I'm working on it.

Would you like a coffee, boss?

How did you make this?

With a plunger.
It's really good.

It's just plunger.

What sort of beans are they?

Coffee. Just add hot water, milk.

It's not rocket science.

The family of the player who died
in the on-field fight,

would they have had cause
to come up for Arnie?

I was still in Riverstone then.

Why would they blame Arnie?

He was the coach of the player
that killed their son.

No. They'd blame the player.
Everyone blamed the player.

He cocked up.

I can't find a record
of his name anywhere.

He got a name suppression.

He was really a contender
to go on to be a pro.

So the lawyers argued
to keep his name out of the papers.

Did he end up going pro?

No.
How come?

Topped himself.

Few years later.
How?

Hung himself.
Rumour is, from the goalposts.

The club keeps it on
the down-low,

they don't want
the younger players to know.

North end or south?

Oh. Dunno. It's just a rumour.

But do you think
it could've been the same

end as where we found Arnie?

Is there something in that?

Could just be a macabre coincidence.

So, if no-one talks about it,
how come you know about it?

Come on, people know stuff,
they just choose not to share it.

Though Arnie did open up once,
after he tied on a few.

Never get over something like that.

You know I was
the one that found him?

Strung up.

You've gotta leave that
in the past, though, right?

It haunts me.

You ever been haunted, Sammy?

Can't say that I have.

It's always there.

Ghosts.

On the sideline.

What was the player's name?

Brody Carson.

Related to Len Carson?

Yeah.
You gotta hand it to that guy.

He really stuck with the team.

That's a certain kind of loyalty.

Misguided?

Calling us losers?

Is there a more accurate term?

You can't call us losers,
just 'cause we haven't won.

Oh. You should get
a t-shirt with that on.

G'day, Len.

G'day.

You mentioned your brother
used to play rugby?

Yeah. What about him?

I understand he took his own life
after killing an opposing player?

People don't talk about that.

Yeah. Must've been a tough time.

It was a
game that Arnie was coaching?

I think it was. Yeah.

So someone might blame him?

Blame Arnie? What for?

For your brother, doing what he did.

Are you talking about
the other player's family?

Well, they blamed Brody.

Not Arnie?
Don't reckon.

Did they ever threaten Brody?

Not that I know of.

There must've been a
lot of anger there.

They're a strong Christian
family from up north.

Brody was forgiven.

I see.

I appreciate you asking.

People don't want to talk
about Brody anymore...

Must have been a tough time.

..which is why I play the drum.

At the games?

Got to keep
his memory alive somehow.

Keep his spirit present
whenever the Cheetahs play.

No-one wants to talk
about suicide, so I don't.

I just...play the drum.

For Brody?

Used to annoy Arnie sometimes.

(DRUM PLAYS)

# Come on, you Cheetahs! #

Len!

Just for once.

Give it a rest, Lennie. Please.

Ah, chin up, Arnie.

Could be worse.
Could be a vuvuzela.

So you were at every rugby game,

not so much for the rugby,

And the cheese rolls.

That's dedication!
They're really good cheese rolls.

Len, if you hear anything,
you'll let me know, yeah?

Can do.

I'll leave you to your lunch.

Thanks very much. Bye.

Get this. Arnie's neighbour
just made contact. A Mrs Taylor.

And?

She said she heard a commotion

outside Arnie's door
the night in question.

Three men were heard,
yelling loudly around 10.30pm.

She's sure they were local
rugby lads.Because?

They were wearing Cheetahs shirts.
What were they yelling?

Something about
"coming out and facing the music".

Go and get some straight answers.

Your movements Sunday night?

I told you.

Went to the Frog and Cheetah.

Celebration for our
50th straight loss.

Yeah, and then?
Went home.

Didn't go to Arnie's?

Why would I go to Arnie's?

You tell me.

Arnie was at the pub.

Ask Davo, he's out the back.

Yeah, just drinking.
Having a laugh about losing.

What else you gonna do?

You didn't go to visit Arnie?

Arnie was at the pub.
At his house.

I wasn't at his house.

Was at the pub.
Yeah, he was there.

I talked to Arnie,
then I went home.

And what did you do?

Still at the Frog and Cheetah.
And then went home?

Well, it's not like
we were gonna sleep there.

What time was this?

11:30pm. I dunno.

Yeah, about 11:30pm.

Does the phrase, "Come out and face
the music" mean anything to you?

No. Why?

"Come out and face the music?"

No. Not really.

No. But then, I'm no musician, eh?

Actually. Come to think of it,

Define, "a bit early".

10pm?

Yes. I was at the F and C.

Even though you didn't
actually play in the game?

I'm still part of the team.

Ray throws on a tab.
Who's gonna say no to a free beer?

What time d'you leave?

10ish.

And then where d'you go?

Did you go to Arnie Langstone's?

Why would I do that?

To get him to face the music?

No, I... No, I didn't do that.

OK. So where did you go?

Takeaway?

Midnight fishing?
Skateboarding? Home?

Why does it matter?

Because you flat
with Avo and Gazza

and they both said
they went home around 11:30pm.

So, I need someone to verify that.

Can you verify that?

No.

Because they didn't come home,
or you were asleep?

I was asleep, just not at home.

Where?

9 Connemara Drive.

Hello! Barbara!

Barbara, it's Detective Sims,
Brokenwood CIB.

We met the other day.

Barbara!

Barbara,
I know you're in there.

Please go away.
I just have a couple of questions.

I don't have to talk to you.
It won't take very long.

I can't. I just can't.

Two minutes.

Listen to me. Just go away! Please!

Are you OK?

Look, I just need to know
if Steve Fanshaw

stayed here on Sunday night.
So what if he did?

What time did Steve come around?

I can't really remember.

You couldn't get
any more out of her?

Pulled down the shades. Literally.

You worried about self-harm?

People get bad news,
they want to be left alone.

Maybe her and Steve are kaput.

Nah, I would've gleaned
that from Steve.

He wasn't in break-up mode,
he was in 'blood from a stone' mode.

So, she neglected to tell us
she was having a relationship

with one of Arnie's players.

A player with a history
of violence, who'd recently been

banned from the field
by her ex-husband.

Mm. Whom she'd been
separated from for four years.

But not divorced.

She's either protecting him or...

Herself?

Or both.

But why?

Ergh!

Ergh!

Ergh!

Ergh!

What do you want?

Did you do it?
Do what?

I didn't lay a hand on Arnie.

You would say that.
What does that mean?

Someone bloody well did.

Did you take matters into your own
hands, Steve?No.

It's not like you haven't
talked about it before.

It wasn't me.
Why should I believe you?

The whole anger management
course thing is a crock filler,

you and I both know that.

I didn't touch him.
Then who did?

Why don't you ask your mates?
Davo and Gazza were with me.

The question is, where did you go?

You were the one talking
about stringing him up.

That was pub talk, nothing more.

Didn't seem like it.

Have you talked to the cops?

That lady cop came by.

What did you say?

Nothing.

Then best you keep it that way.
You hear me?

Do you hear me, Steve?

Good.

# Big fish swimming down low

# Down on the bottom
where nobody goes

# Never seen him before

# But I heard all about
what my grandpa done saw

# He nearly caught it one day

# One look at his face
and it made him turn away

# I gotta find, I gotta know... #

Sims. Arnie had a life policy.

Didn't answer your phone?

It's not working.

Riverstone call?

Yes.

More bad luck.

Two strikes and you're out.

Well. We'll just pay for it.
How?

How, Steve?

Hemi's freaking out.

So he damn well should.

Look. You've got to tell
the cops that I was with you.

I did.
Properly tell them.

Why don't you tell them?
Everything?

Thanks for coming in.

I'm here. But, if I talk, I want
you guys to back off the pressure.

Is she unwell?

She's got a lot going on, what with
Arnie's death and all that.

OK. Well, let's talk
and take it from there.

I would never hurt Arnie.

That's why Barb and I kept
our thing on the down-low.

No-one in the team
would hurt Arnie.

Least, not on purpose, anyway.

Meaning?

Meaning maybe what happened
was an accident.

What makes you say that?

It's just something
that I've heard.

Where?

We were drinking at the pub.

The whole team.
It was game night for Ray.

I'll give you a ride home for a
couple of your famous cheese rolls!

Oh, you're a darling.

He hasn't got a car,
Mrs Marlowe.

Hey, how did you get here?
On his bicycle.

You piking, coach?
I've got things to do, boys.

Take it easy.

Here's to 50 straight losses.

Must be some world record.

New Zealand world record.

Remember what Arnie said
after we lost the 25th game?

It's not losing 25
games that's important.

It's not losing another 25.

If we lose 50 straight games,
I'll eat this bloody ball.

And I say that because...
You're really hungry?

Nice one. Thanks, Gaz.

No.
Because it's not going to happen.

Pledge is a pledge.

Time for him to eat his own words.

Serious?
He should wear it. Over his head.

No, he should wear nothing at all.

Naked with a football on his head.

Tied up to a toilet!
Nah, to the goalpost.

To the goalpost.

And then take pictures.

For the wall of shame.

Time for someone to face the music.

Face the music.

Face the music! Face the music!
Face the music! Face the music!

You in, bro?

No.

Look, I'm sure it was just supposed
to be a laugh and that's all.

A laugh that ended
up with a man dead?

Are you sure that's what they said?
Face the music?

You're suggesting
this is just a prank gone wrong?

Yeah, we were going to
string Arnie up as a laugh.

But we weren't ever going to
hurt him. It was just payback.

He had to "face the music," right?
So you took him to the rugby field...

No. He wouldn't come out.

Come on, Arnie!

Face the music, bro! Face the music.
Yeah, Arnie!

He's got a chick in there!

Arnie's gettin' some.

Things to bloody do, eh?

You saw a woman in his house?

Yeah. I figured he was busy.
Didn't want to ruin his night.

What did this woman look like?

Old? Young? Hair colour?

It was dark. I couldn't see much.

Is this her?

Dunno. Maybe.
Which is it? Yes, or no?

It was dark and we were pissed.

So you saw her and then you went
back to the Frog and Cheetah?

Yes. Rolled back in about 20
minutes later. Ray will back us up.

Oh, that all makes
perfect sense, doesn't it?

Yeah. Mm-hm.
Yeah. All except for the bit

where Arnie shows up dead,
killed in a way

that you and your mates
outlined earlier.

Maybe someone did him in to make it
look like we'd done it.

Someone like?

Someone like the guy
that narked on us?

Steve?

All I'm saying is, he was there.
He was part of our conversation.

And he was banging
Arnie's ex-missus.

You knew about that?
Everyone knew about that.

All except Arnie, I guess.

It was a busy night.

I can't remember
everyone's comings and goings.

They said they left around 10:15pm
and returned 20 minutes later.

That's three of the team
leaving and three returning.

You don't remember that?

They probably shot out for a feed.

Why would they do that
when they could eat here?

'Cause they would have had to pay
for it, the cheap bastards. Eh!

You'd be in for a bit of this,
wouldn't you? What do you think?

Very aspirational.

We're going to need
your CCTV footage.

We have a prank that supposedly
didn't happen, but then it did.

And a suspect whose alibi

is he was spending the night
with the victim's ex-wife.

Oh, and a mystery woman at
Arnie's window. GG, you reckon?

Most likely.

Could it be that GG is Dana Clark?

She was 19 and he was 53.

Perhaps she shared
an interest in classical music?

# Well, you stood up tall,
you stood up strong

# You worked your own way
through it all... #

The records from the hook-up site

will confirm who Dana
was in Brokenwood to see.

God, I kind of hope
it wasn't Arnie.

Which would lead us back to
square one on who the hell GG is.

Any news on the life policy?

Oh, still waiting on the insurance
company to cough up the details.

# I drive away

# I drive away... #

We have a visit from royalty.

Where is he?

That's an impressive replica
of the Titanic on your roof.

On my way to a sub-regatta.

25km paddle down the coast
from Tahuna point to Riverstone.

I thought police officers
weren't meant to have a social life?

Oh, this isn't social.
It's competitive.

Full-scale combat.

Now, where's this Green?

It's Breen.

You been to a fancy dress?

Eh?
The blue paint.

Did you go as a smurf?

No, sorry...
Superintendent Hughes

present with DC Samuel Breen.

So, let's start at the beginning.

Did you kill Arnie Langstone?

Eh? No.

Convince me.

It's like having a visit
from the headmaster.

Yeah, I'm sure that's how
Breen's feeling right now.

Coffee?

Oh, OK.

Thanks.

# Every time I think of you,
You get a little smaller... #

You shouldn't have.
No, I should.

It's for the end of your fifth row.
We lost one to Elsinoe ampelina.

Who?

Black spot. The roses
pick it up before the vine.

That's why the roses are there,
not just to look pretty.

Yeah, the rose took one
for the team and we could

nip it in the bud, so to speak.

Like a canary in a coalmine.

Yeah, I don't think they do
that with canaries anymore, Mike!

At first I thought it was some
phomopsis viticola or maybe

Botryosphaeria dieback, but it was
definitely Elsinoe ampelina.

Good. Well done.

Hey. How's the Arnie thing?

I'd like to say
it's early days, but...

Sad, eh?
He was one of the good guys.

So everyone says.

He kept himself to himself
but the rest of the time

he was out here,
giving back to the community.

Hi, Jared.

Ooh, Ghislaine de feligonde?

Close. Rosa caravaggio.

Beautiful.
It is.

You have a great day, Mrs G.

Mrs G?
Mrs Ginsberg.

She's the new librarian.

Yeah. Gloria sorted me out
this choice as book

on quantum physics
in relation to companion planting.

Gloria? Oh!

Has the dog seen the rabbit?

Gloria Ginsberg?

Yeah. That's Gloria.

Ah! You were just with Jared.

Gloria, isn't it?
Yes.

Detective Senior Sergeant
Mike Shepherd, Brokenwood CIB.

Can I help you?

I was wondering if you
knew an Arnie Langstone?

Arnie? Yes, he came in
here every now and then.

I was so sorry to hear
that he passed away.

He was a regular?

One of our rare few,
without an internet connection.

He preferred to get his
information the old-fashioned way.

What did he usually check out?

Books about rugby
and classical music.

He was very into classical. Could
be an absolute bore on the subject.

You not big on the classics?

Give me a glass of chardonnay
and the latest

Holly Collins any day.

Did you know that Holly
has a new album out soon?

I did. You're a country fan?

What's not to like about
three chords and the truth?

Break-ups and breakdowns.

Love, loss and losing.

Country music covers
a lot of territory, doesn't it?

So, your relationship
with Arnie, it was just...

He had a library card
and I lent him books.

Would you have ever had
reason to text Arnie?

Oh, that would be a bit difficult.
Why's that?

I don't own a cellphone.

I'm a little old-fashioned, too.

# Been a long time
and I'm waiting to discover

# If I get the leftovers
from your other lover... #

I've filed a report.

In my independent view, Breen here
is no longer suffering any stress

associated with the discovery
of his murdered rugby coach.

I'm revoking his leave. There's
nothing to stop him from getting

back on the investigation team.

Sorry.
Er, I'm just really relieved.

Time, gentlemen.

# My heart's got a hold of you

# My heart's got hold of you... #

Wow.

# And it won't let go,
it won't let go,

# It won't let go... #

Thanks for that.

Is the third going to turn up?

Third?
Body. Two in a week.

What are they putting
in the water up here?

We're getting close.

I know that look.
You're nowhere near.

I'll be thinking of you,
out on the high seas.

Gloria Ginsberg?

The Brokenwood librarian.

How did we miss that?
She must be new.

Who reads books these days?

Apparently Arnie did.
Is there a reason I got you back?

Sorry.

Finally, two things on this board
that can actually be connected.

The underwear belongs to her?

I'm not saying that,
but she knew Arnie.

And, if the underwear did belong to
her, we need to find out the reason

it ended up down Arnie's throat.

So we think that she sent the text
message luring Arnie up there?

She doesn't text.
She told you that?

Mm. She doesn't own a cellphone.

Um.

Sorry? What sort of a woman
doesn't own a cellphone?

The message was from a disposable,
so maybe she had one,

disposed of it, right after luring
Arnie to his death.

Easy to say you don't own
a cellphone if you threw it away.

Do me a background.

Hey. I meant to ask...

What does quantum physics
have to do with gardening?

Well, everything.

Quantum physics is the theory that
logically leads to the conclusion

that everything is interrelated.

And that what we see with our
eyes is only a shallow form

of a much deeper reality.

Or what we see is...

What we see is what
we think we see.

And what's really there
is most likely something

we haven't even seen it.

Well, that's as clear
as this beautifully opaque merlot.

What can you tell me
about Gloria Ginsberg?

You sly dog! I knew it! I knew it!

Nah, she's a suspect
in Arnie's murder.

Oh.

Not much.
She moved here about a year ago.

I was talking to her
once about going to my

uncle's tangi in Waipara.

She seemed to know
the area really well.

(MOBILE RINGING)
Maybe she's from down those ways.

What have we got?
Better than good.

We have Dana Clark's cellphone.

The tech lab has the phone.

They're seeing what they
can retrieve from it.

Numbers, messages, photographs...
Great.

..but we already know...
What?

..the cause of
the marks on Dana's head.

It was broken by way of her skull.

And we've got the details
back from the hook-up site.

The person Dana was here to
see was a 13-year-old girl.

What?
It's not what you think.

Dana was catfished.

Catfished?
Catfishing is when someone

goes online and pretends
to be someone they're not.

Usually to mess with lonely hearts.

In this case, a 13-year-old girl
called Carrie Moss was pretending

to be a 25-year-old
man named Eddie Ross.

Why?
Because teenagers do dumb things.

Her parents confirmed
she has done it once before.

Dana came all the way out here
for a booty call,

only to discover that Eddie
and his address didn't exist.

And then she turns around
and heads back to Riverstone?

Except she didn't
go back straight away.

She went to the Frog and Cheetah.

She moves around the bar for about
half an hour, but clearly doesn't

know anyone and then leaves.

What time?

9:58pm
After Arnie?

Yep. He left at 9:45pm.

What about the three musketeers?

Did they come and go as mentioned?

Yeah. Steve Fanshaw
left at 10:05pm,

and then those three
leave at 10:17pm.

They come back at 10:49pm.

Not long enough to get out
to the rugby ground and back.

Well, we still only have Barbara's
word that Steve went to hers.

Yeah. Chase that up again.
I did a name search on librarians.

Sexy stuff. No matches for a Gloria
Ginsberg apart from the one here.

It's as if she came out of nowhere.

Found a Gloria Palmer, though,
worked in Weathersville for years.

She resigned last year.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Which is in Waipara.

Detective Sims.

Barbara, hi.

So, why does anyone
change their name?

# Heavy heart

# My arm's are tired

# From all the years... #

Come in.
Thanks.

Oh, hello again.

Is this business or pleasure?

Well, it could be a
bit of both, I suppose.

Like that Holly Collins song,
"When you handcuff me,

"I feel like such a good girl
gone so bad".

Er, no, I wasn't...
I'm sorry. So inappropriate.

Look, there's something
I need to discuss.

I was wondering if you
could pop by to the station

at your earliest convenience?

It's a delicate matter, really.

Of course.

Arnie and I tried having kids.

It never happened.

We had each other
to get through that.

Then he found Brody in the tunnel,
you know, as I said,

things were never the same. Thanks.

Then Arnie left and suddenly
there was this vacuum,

this empty life thinking,
"Is that it?"

I woke up on my 43rd birthday,

and decided to do
something about it.

The other day I got the news

that my second IVF failed
and I had a complete meltdown.

Sorry about that.

Now I have to start paying.

Ten grand a time.

I see.

Really?

How old are you?

Mid-20s?

Call me when you're 46 and on
your very last roll of the dice.

Then this came yesterday.

We thought it better that we
show you rather than you find out.

It's not a lot.

But it all comes to me.

Arnie never changed his will.

No points for guessing
how you might spend it.

So this is where it all happens?

What's that?
What you do.

Here at the coalface.

Well, I like to think
it's not really a desk job.

The coalface tends to be out there.

I'm gonna cut to the chase.

OK.

Do these belong to you?

No. No. They don't.

You can see why I asked, though?

I'm sorry, I don't follow.
They've got your initials on.

That doesn't mean
that they're mine.

I'm sorry, I had to ask,

they're connected with Arnie's case
and, well, you knew him, so...

Oh, well I can see
how you'd think they're mine

OK. I'm extremely sorry but,
yeah, we've got to cover all bases

here at the coalface.

Hey, did you know that Holly Collins
is coming to town on her next tour?

I do and I can't wait!
Yeah, I might see you there.

Oh, yeah, I hope so.

That would be really nice.

Or I might see her in Weathersville,

I hear their town
hall's a better venue.

Oh, no, no, no. See her here.

The acoustics in that
hall are terrible.

You know a bit about
Weathersville, then?

Um, not really.

No? But that's where
you're from, isn't it?

As a matter of interest,
what brought you to Brokenwood?

Is it the same reason
you changed your name?

Is it possible that I could speak
with a woman detective about this?

So the life policy was for $100,000?

Yeah, not an insignificant sum.
Yeah, but enough to kill for?

Well, she had reason
to need that money.

On the other hand,
she was upfront about it.

Eventually.

Maybe she got wind we were onto it.

Be gentle.

He's very clever, isn't he?

Pretending to be into
country music, like that.

Ah, no, actually he's a big fan.

Really?

I still feel tricked.

My favourite part of country music
is when I can change the station.

So...

What is it you can't talk
to Mike about?

It's embarrassing, you see.

What is?

Yes. I changed my name.

The truth is,
I've had a few last names.

I was Gloria Howard until my first
husband left me for my best friend.

She's still my best friend,
actually. I know it's weird, but,

then not long after that he
was killed in a work accident.

Nothing to do with me,
but people talked.

Then I was Gloria Palmer,

until my second husband died
in my arms, literally.

Another work-related incident?

He died while we were making love.

Cardiac arrest.
Ironically, he was a doctor and,

in a small town,
nothing spreads faster than bad news

except maybe salacious bad news.

I heard what they
were saying about me.

Black widow. The joker.

Doctor killer. So I had to
leave and make a new start.

I really don't want
my past to follow me here.

Mm. Gloria, the underwear
Mike showed you,

you're sure they don't belong
to you?Yes.

And there was also
a text on Arnie's phone.

Meet me at the club rooms, GG.

And it was signed with kisses.

I explained to Mr Shepherd
that I don't own a cellphone.

And I've never been
to the club rooms. Oh.

What?

Oh, no, I did go to a game once.

Arnie invited me.

# Come on, you Cheetahs! #

Len, give it a rest on the drum.

Oh, not again.

Would you like a cheese roll?

Oh, thank you.

Why did Arnie
invite you to the game?

He liked me.

But I didn't want another husband,
not with my track record.

And I'm just not really into rugby.

You don't have to tell
Mr Shepherd about my past, do you?

Two dead husbands. You can see
why she needed a new name.

New town, new start.

And Arnie
was seeking her affections?

And Arnie ended up dead.

I've been thinking, I should
revisit all the team members,

someone must know something more.

No, I've got something
more important for you.

Go down to the library.
Stake out Gloria Ginsberg? Sure.

No, get a book out on embroidery.

Good one.

Right.
You were actually serious. Good.

Don't worry, there'll
be lots of pictures.

Speaking of pictures,

the boffins have extracted
the pics from Dana's phone.

Oh, yeah? Anything useful?

Well, seen better
photos of Bigfoot...

Yeah, no amount of
enhancing will help that.

Taken at 11:50pm.

The last thing on her phone.

Whoever was out in that
darkness is not her friend.

We can assume that Dana's killers
saw her taking this photo...

And they didn't want that.

And... put the rugby ground here

and Dana's car there,
and the killer heading this way,

we can assume that they were
coming back from killing Arnie.

They saw her, freaked out...

And she was just in the wrong
place at the wrong time?

And it also means that they were
heading into Brokenwood, not away.

Probably local.

Cast of the footprint
from Dana's crime scene.

Cinderella time, detective.

Do you want to play Prince Charming,
or shall I?

Have fun.

Library.

You OK?

We have a deflated rugby ball.

Pair of women's underwear.

A woman in a red dress
in Arnie's window,

but also a dead woman in
a red dress, lying in the stream.

We have a text message from GG
but the only GG we know

doesn't own a cellphone.
Nothing is connecting.

I almost forgot...

Dana's car did run out of gas.

Beginner's guide to embroidery.

Stitched up.

Sew excited. But it seems
they haven't been issued.

Well, I've checked the shelves.
They're not there.

Perhaps they've been misfiled.

I've had a really good look.

Well, they can't just disappear.

They weren't in. Of course, there's
always the possibility she's lying.

Like she could be lying
about not having a cellphone.

Or about fresh starts.

No match. Not even close.

Although, interestingly,
Steve Fanshaw's aren't here.

We know where to find them.
Do you want me to talk to Steve?

No. I want you to pay a visit
to the Brokenwood sewing circle.

OK. This time, you're...

No, again you're actually serious.

Such a terrible
business with Arnie, wasn't it?

I'll be making an extra batch
of my cheese rolls for the wake.

Nice.
Difficult for you too, Samuel,

losing your coach like that
and in such sordid circumstances.

Well, in my line of work you learn
not to be surprised by anything.

Oh, it's true, then?
What?

The nature of his demise.

He was bound and naked.

He was a homosexualist, then?

Er, no. Arnie wasn't that.

This investigation is ongoing.

Oh, of course.

There is actually something
that I need your help with.

It's a bit awkward, actually.

I'm wondering what you can tell
me about the embroidery on these?

Oh. Torn down the side.

Crime of passion.

Yeah. It's the embroidery
that we're interested in.

May I?

Oh, a fine piece of work,
you have to admire the technique.

One or two irregularities
there and there.

Self-taught beginner,
I'd say, not one I've seen before.

They've got natural talent though.

See, all embroiderers
have an individual style,

signature or inconsistency
that can reveal their identity.

Like a fingerprint, detective?

It was easily
one of the most embarrassing

moments of my entire career.

It could only have been worse
if I'd actually been wearing them.

Mm. In your dreams.

Brilliant!

Where's he going?

Here are all the titles Arnie
has taken out since he joined.

Right, so, rugby, rugby,
rugby, racing, home brewing,

a lot of books on classical music.

He had a thing for Wagner, didn't
he? Then Mozart then Rachmaninov.

Can I use one of those?
Sure.

# Whatever kind of box
they put me in

# I'll still be back my baby,
sink or swim

# There's only one thing
that can be brand new

# There's only one thing
and that is you

# Pick up the pieces
when the puzzle falls

# Rehearse your lines
until the curtains calls

# Many have doubts
but I know one thing's true

# There's only one thing
and that thing is you

# It's OK, it's alright

# Don't you worry about
a thing tonight... #

Satisfied?

Thanks for coming in.

So Steve isn't Cinderella, then?

As I said, detective, he
was with me all that night?

Seems that way.
These are old-school boots.

Metal studs, worn down and burred.

It's as if someone's been
walking on concrete.

Arnie would never have
allowed these on the field.

I'll see you out.

Goodbye, detective.
Bye. Thanks.

I'm in trouble again, aren't I?

Not if you're honest with me.

When I showed you that underwear,
and you said it wasn't yours,

you were telling the truth,
weren't you?

Yes.

But that wasn't the first
time you'd seen them, was it?

No.

No, it wasn't.

# I tried to reach you,
tried to work it out... #

Rose lace... highest quality silk.

I had it embroidered... especially.

Arnie...

I like you, I mean,
you're very nice but, no.

I'm sorry.

What is it with men
and first dates in this town?

But it wasn't her
first date with Arnie.

We're usually a lot better
than this.

Gloria lied about the underwear
to keep a low profile. So what?

Are you saying that,
if she lied about that,

she could've lied
about the phone, too?

It's not what Gloria did,
it's what Arnie did.

Not following.

There was more to Arnie
than just rugby.

Arnie had a secret passion
he couldn't tell anyone about.

It's one of
the missing library books.

He embroidered the underwear
he offered to Gloria.

He couldn't tell her.
Particularly when she balked.

His reputation
would have been in tatters.

But that was just on the surface.

The mystery woman in the window.

It wasn't Dana
or Gloria or even Barbara.

She never existed.

He's got a chick in there!

Arnie's getting some!
Things to bloody do, eh?

The boys assumed
they saw a woman

because we believe
what we think we see.

Arnie was a cross-dresser.

Something he couldn't
tell anyone about.

He enjoyed wearing
women's undergarments.

Satin, silks,
as did his hero, Wagner.

He, too, was a cross-dresser.

Don't cross-dressers tend to like
to express themselves in public?

Dame Edna?

Eddie Izzard?
But in Brokenwood?

As coach of the local rugby
team and community leader?

On the face of it, Arnie was a
rugby, racing and beer kind of guy.

He couldn't come out.

But what was the one feminine
thing he could wear all the time?

So, are you saying...

Arnie wore women's underwear.

It was his own,

OK. Fact. Arnie's house
contained women's clothing.

But no sign of
feminine hygiene products.

Men's shampoo, no conditioner.

Name me a woman that
doesn't use conditioner.

Right.
What about the second toothbrush?

One well-worn, one new.

Same brand, same colour.

Arnie simply hadn't
thrown the old one away.

Are you saying that my rugby coach

was a panty-wearing dude
who taught himself to embroider?

Why are there no books
on embroidery in the library?

Too scared to check them out,
he simply appropriated them.

What else was he doing in there,
if not making key hangers?

He wasn't making beer.
That kit had never been used.

OK. But wearing women's knickers
isn't the same as choking on them.

What would make Arnie get up
and go to the club rooms at 11pm?

A message from Gloria.

What was he expecting? Romance?

Forgiveness? Blackmail?

Who knows. But he went.

And his killer was waiting for him.

The underwear is ripped. Torn off.

Passion?

Or anger?

Your crap coaching
killed my brother.

Please.

Get hard, Brody.
It's not bloody ballet.

Your open-side is sticking you.

What are you doing? He's first
at the breakdown every bloody time.

Now get in there. And if you have to
play the man, bloody well do it.

Harden up.

Len? But the CCTV footage
places him at the bar.

No, it doesn't.
What?

Bring it up.

Len was always in the pub,

Everyone always said.
There he is, 10:15pm.

Fast forward a minute.

He's there.

Look at the number on his back.
Len always wore the number seven.

He'd already gone. Rewind it.

There he is, seeing Dana Clark.

Scroll through.

There.

We were too busy looking
at the boys to notice.

Len left at 10:23pm
and someone else took his place.

Oh, my god.

Len got himself
an alibi without even trying.

As he left to deal with Arnie.

We believe what we think we see.

And.

And...you sick bloody pervert.

Don't tell anyone. I beg you.

Arnie...

your secret's safe with me.

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

(DRUM BEATS SLOWLY)

(GASPING)

So it was revenge for his brother
committing suicide?

It was ten years ago,
but Len never let it go.

Banging his drum.

It's a long-term plan.

Or it's opportunistic.

Things to bloody do, eh?

He followed the boys,
hoping to see Arnie disgraced.

And, when it didn't happen,
he took matters into his own hands.

Len catfished Arnie
into thinking he was Gloria.

Because he knew that Arnie was keen
on Gloria. And, when Len saw Dana

on the other side of the road,
he knew that she could identify him.

Len!

Len Carson!

Mike Shepherd.

Hello?

Len?

I bet they match your plaster cast.

# Come on, you Cheetahs! #

My god.

It's like a shrine to his brother.

They weren't just brothers.

They were twins.

So when Arnie said there was
a ghost on the sidelines,

he wasn't just using
a colourful metaphor.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS)

Oh, Christ!
Look what he's done to her!

He's getting away, Mike.Yeah, yeah,
I know where he's headed.

Call Breen,
tell him to meet us there.

Where?
The goalposts.

Oh, god, what a bloody mess!

Come on!
Ergh!

Breen, where are you?

What's this about?
What's that about?

Don't go there. Len's following
in his brother's footsteps.

Or not.

Bugger!

The tunnel.
What?

Barbara, she said,
"Everything changed when

"Arnie found Brody in the tunnel."

He didn't do it from the goalposts!

I'll go this way. Len!

Len Carson!

Len, stop!

You don't have to do this.

Listen to me, Len.

Sorry about the girl.

Cut him down, cut him down!

(GROANING)

Len Carson,
I'm arresting you for the murder

of Arnie Langstone and Dana Clark.

You move that fast in the game
and you might start winning.

Thanks, Comms,
we're bringing him in.

I've got a spare roller if
you want to finish the job.

So, you reckon you'll come
and watch Breen's team play

now they're a fan down?

Maybe. If only to try these cheese
rolls everyone keeps talking about.

# Standing in a stranger's room... #

Looks like you've hit a smurf.

#With stranger's things
all around me

# She's turnin' the pages
one by one

# I'm staring out the window

# I put some coins on the table

# Hope to pay back anything
that I borrow #

# But I'm singin' inside... #