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Come on. We're missing the reading.

Well, you really should
have put these in a tin.

It's bring a plate.
Book club rules, apparently.

This is so your first time, right?

God, just give it here.

Sh-!

And that's why.
My God.

Three-second rule?
Yes! Quick.

OK. No sausage roll
shall be left behind.

I hope they
have more sauce inside.

Sony.

This is the guy? It doesn't
really do him any justice.

Man, you've got it bad?
I just really like his books.

Yeah, all right.
Come on. His books.

Has he started?

Um, we only just got here.
My sausage rolls took forever.

Glad we're not the only late ones.

I'm not late.

The reading started
over half an hour ago.

I don't want to hear him read.
I just want to see him.

You've got the hots
for this guy too?

Hots? No. A bone to pick, yes.

What sort of a bone?
We should go in.

Yeah. The major hots.

I hope he's signing books.

Damn. We've missed it.

Only a wonderful first half.
It's supper break.

Good.

These just wouldn't crisp.

Did you use an egg wash?
No.

Absolutely essential.

I might heat these up a bit. They
get really claggy when they're cold.

Great cheese rolls, Mrs M.
Thank you, Jared.

They're always a popular item.
Great kai indeed.

How was the reading?

He was hamming it up a bit.

Are you a fan?

Excuse me. I might just go and...

hunt down a cup of tea.

Oops! Taxi.

Are you insinuating something?

It was a joke, Maxine.

I don't see the funny side.

Maybe it'll come to you.

Well, if you don't get it the
first time, how funny is it?

You made those?
My mother's recipe.

I might like to note that.

They're very good.
I can vouch for that.

Hey, um, I'm gonna shoot through.

No, he's reading
again after supper.

I'm good. I reckon
he's a bit over-rated.

Give me Jane Austen any day.

Everyone stay where you are.

I need everyone to
remain in this room.

We have a team on their way.

Can I make a cup of tea for Petra?
She's had a nasty shock.

No, I can't have everybody
moving around a crime scene.

Thanks for holding the fort.

He's on the stairs.

Get the area cordoned off.
Who found him?

You know her. She has a corgi.

My ex-wife is part of a book club?

That's a new one.

Part of her fresh start, maybe?
It's part of something no doubt.

Get talking. I'm gonna have
a chat with the author.

Hey. This could take some
time and I was thinking...

Yeah. Take off while you can.
Love your work.

Why is he allowed to leave?

Because he was with me the whole
time and he's not a suspect.

And we are?

Well it's just procedure. We need
to know where everybody else was.

What they saw, what they heard.

Are there any other
spaces we can use,

just to give people some privacy?

Well there's the kitchen.

And the special nook.

Right. You use the hall,

I'll take the kitchen and
Mike can have the... nook.

Can I have the kitchen?

You know you can't
eat the food, right?

Yeah, but I can just look at it.
Yeah, no.

You talk to the girl first.
She looks like she needs to go home.

Why am I being contained here?

We arrived together,
I did not leave this room.

I am missing a valuable opportunity
to examine a fresh corpse.

The man's hardly cold.

This is my point.

Yeah, you go.

So, what's your story, Jack?
Stabbed in the back.

Someone's sending a message here -

betrayal? Revenge.

Someone's idea of a joke.

Knife In The Back - this is
the title of his latest book,

and this is how the victim dies.

Someone's recreating it?
Exactly.

So who done it in the whodunit? I mean, that
is not a line of enquiry you should follow.

The book is fiction.

Nonetheless... A deranged
pathologist commits the murder.

She is cold, clinical. In my view,
an unconvincing character.

I'm sorry.
I'm devastated.

I invited Jack to come here.

Did you know him well?

We only met five days ago,

but we connected before that.

I reached out to him
about doing a reading.

I was lucky to get him -

superstars like Jack
do international festivals.

They don't do small-town
bookshops like this.

But he did for you?
I made it worth his while.

You offered him a fee?
Of course. I paid for everything.

Airfares, accommodation...

That must have come tom?
Money wasn't the issue.

I divorced well.

I can afford to indulge my passion,

which is books, and the
amazing people who write them.

So I didn't stint to get Jack -

First Class travel, a very
luxurious Airbnb.

Well, you must have
really wanted him.

I did.

Easy on the wine.
You've had a shock.

Yeah, I'm shattered.

It's not every day you
trip over a dead guy.

Why did you go upstairs?
To find a loo.

And instead you found...
I still can't quite believe it.

I mean an hour ago, he was alive.
Radiating this magnetic energy and...

Did you know him
at all before tonight?

By reputation. I've read his books.

Never met him, though?

Maxine was over the moon
when she scored him.

She's talked about nothing
else for the last few weeks.

I'm wiped out. Are we done?

For now.
OK.

We might need to get a DNA sample.

You rig ht?
Yeah. Why?

You found the body. There'll
be traces of you at the scene.

And you need to,
what, eliminate me?

That's right.
Mike, we were married for two years.

You really think I'd
stab a man in the back?

Petra, this is a murder
investigation. It's not personal.

Married to the job - same
old, same old.

That's all we need for now.
Have you filled in your details?

And you've got a ride home?

Mr Drake is taking me.

My contact details are on the
form and Iâm at the high school.

All good.

Sir, could we have a few words?
Finally.

Excuse me, is that yours?

No.

It belonged to the author.
Or should I say the deceased.

Well, in that case
please don't touch it.

Can you bag that?

For all we know, it could contain a vital
clue to the killer's identity!.

Yes.

They're not bad, these.
Wish I could.

Go on. Your secret
will be safe with me.

We don't eat on the job.
You fill your boots, though.

Is this gonna take long?
Doesn't have to.

Full name?
Kenneth Lowell Carnaby.

I go by KL for my pen name.
You're an author?

Not as well-known as
tonight's guest, obviously.

Do you write crime too?
Literary fiction.

And, of course, I teach.
I taught this fellow.

Not my most talented student,

but this has been on the New York
Times Best Seller list for weeks.

Utter drivel.

Why did you buy one, then? To see if
he would have the gall to sign it.

And did he?
Fortunately, yes.

I'll make thousands from that now.

You, didn't like
this guy, did you?

I thought you said this
was gonna be quick.

I hope you told the truth.

You're drunk.

And you're a tramp.

You are way out of line.

You couldn't wait
to come sniffing around.

I paid for that place.

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

Don't play the innocent.

All right. Let's keep things civil.

Is everything all right?

We've got everything
we need for tonight.

Thank you. We'll be in touch.

Don't let her drive. She's tanked.

Yeah, well, you're
not exactly sober.

Yeah, well, I'm not driving.
My fiance's picking me up.

Fiance?
Yeah, we met at that music festival.

When I was looking after your dog?

He's an Artisan Cheese maker.

You'd have to be barking
mad to marry that woman.

She's got the morals
of an alley cat.

Engaged to be married
and she's busy rutting Jack?

When was this?
Did she not mention it?

Is this hearsay or...?
They were seen.

By?

This person gave me the information
in confidence, but 100% reliable.

Breen, could you
drive Ms Holst home?

Sure, boss.

I'll make a statement. Happy to.

Did that come as a surprise?

If it's true, Petra lied to my face.

And the answer to the
million dollar question -

what does a famous author
keep in his bag, is...

Yeah, Reverend Greene was really
keen on something in there.

Our man was traveling light -
laptop...

and condoms.

OK, clearly he was
expecting a busy night.

More so than a knife
in the back, I guess.

OK, let's start with the weapon -

distinctive, bone handle.

Did you tell me that the bookshop owner,
Maxine Holst, admits that it was hers.

She believes it was
on a side table upstairs.

So let's start with who you saw
entering and leaving the main room.

OK.

Mrs Marlowe entered;

KL whatshisface entered;

Reverend Greene exited;

Maxine entered;

and Petra exited.

I'm just not sure about these two.

I didn't get much
out of her last night.

She could barely talk.
I'll do a follow up.

Get anything on next of kin?

Parents dead, and there's
a brother in Canada,

who's about to become very wealthy.

If he'd left it all to next of kin.

How rich is he?
Loaded.

A string of best-sellers,
movie adaptation in the works...

So money is a possible motive?
One of them.

We've got several suspects
with connections -

Carnaby used to be his teacher,

and Petra was possibly
intimate with him.

Possibly?

Well at this stage,
it's only hearsay.

So you'll be doing
a follow up with...

Yeah.

Breen, do a deep dive into his
laptop - Google searches, emails.

And, Kristin, check
out where he was staying.

No.

Wait!

Don't touch anything!

Sorry, I didn't know
anyone was booked in.

I'm not a client, Iâm CIB.

Can I get your name?

Toni Morris.

Morris.
Have you got a daughter?

Yeah. Lindy.

So you know what
happened last night?

Yeah, poor kid's pretty shocked.

Then you can understand that this
is a place of interest to police.

Please don't touch or move anything.

Yeah, sorry, I didn't think.

Maxine told me to clean it, so...

This is Maxine Holst?

Yeah. She made the booking.
She rang me this morning.

Didn't exactly pick up
after himself, did he?

Rich people are the worst.

Is this your place?
Ha! I just manage it.

The owner lives overseas.
He doesn't rent it out often.

It's 2 grand a night.

2 grand?!
Yeah.

My van cost that much.

How many nights was
he booked in for?

Couple of weeks.

Wow, that's quite an investment.

Has Maxine rented this place
out for other visiting authors?

Hell no. She went the
extra mile for this one.

She was all over it -
tizzing around,

like she was setting
up for a honeymoon.

Use these. Egyptian cotton.
They're mine.

The place needs to be immaculate.

And the service
needs to be invisible.

He's a writer, so he
can't be disturbed. OK.

You must check with me before
any cleans - no casual visits.

You think she had
romantic expectations?

Well, yeah.

Anyway, I'll leave you to it.
Just lock up when you're done.

You have a key?
There's a lock-box outside.

The code's 25-12.

Well, Jack, you're a get-around guy.

I do not want to look
at this face any longer.

What have you got for me?
No surprises.

The 6-inch paper knife found
in the body caused the death.

And Fingerprints said that
the knife was wiped clean -

again, no surprises.

Does the wound tell us anything?

Angle of entry suggests two things -

either the killer was
taller than this man

or he had already started to descend
the stairs when he was struck.

Both are possible.

So the offender was
either tall or short.

Or in between, yes.

Just one stab wound?
Correct.

The killer was forceful.

This knife is not sharp,

but it was plunged in so deeply
it severed the carotid anew.

Though not much blood at the scene.
The bleeding was internal.

Hardly anything on the rug.

It has a busy pattern,
forgiving of small stains.

It will not need cleaning.

I'll pass that on. Time of death?

If supper break commenced
shortly after 8pm

and the body was found at 834...

A 30-minute window.

If you have motive, opportunity,

and a weapon is to hand...

that's plenty of time.

Sims.

At Rudd's love shack
I found a few things,

including a pair of
women's underwear.

I don't suppose there's
a name tag in them?

And there's more - two champagne
flutes, one with lipstick,

both with prints, and the lab's
got a match on them already.

One's Rudd...

And the other's Petra?
Affirmative.

Do you want me to handle this?

No. Leave it with me.

Copy that.

Petra.

Yeah, Mike. Can we meet up?

Are these yours?
No.

Not my size, my colour, or my style.

I like a thong, as you know.

Can I go now?
Not quite.

Your fingerprints were found on
a glass in Jack Rudd's bedroom.

Can you explain that?
I paid him a visit.

Any particular reason?

To discuss literature.

I need a straight answer, Petra. What
were you doing in Jack Rudd's bedroom?

All right! I shagged him.

So why did you lie to me?

I don't want anything
getting back to my fiance.

It would hurt him.

Jesus, are you sure
about this marriage?

You've only just met the guy.

All right, it's impulsive, but you
know when you feel it, right?

Sure, but people usually wait until after
the wedding before they start cheating.

Don't make this about us.

I'm not proud of myself,
but Jack was...

you don't meet guys
like that every day.

So when did you meet him'?

A few days ago, at my fiance's restaurant.
It's attached to the workshop.

And Jack was having
lunch in the garden.

He looks good in his jacket photos,
but in the flesh...

Excuse me. I know who you are.

I have no idea who you are,
but I'd love to find out.

What are you doing?

What, now?
Yeah. Right now.

I know it sounds bad,

but I knew that Jack wasn't
here for long so I thought,

well, so long as no one knows,
then what harm does it do?

You don't change, do you?

Neither do you. Look at this car.

Don't judge me, Mike.

I know Iâm not perfect,
but I never killed anyone.

Petra says these
don't belong to her.

And you believe her?
She copped to everything else.

So she did shag him?
More than once.

Well, no wonder
Maxine was so septic.

Petra did suggest that
those might belong to her.

Perhaps you could have
that conversation?

Well they are Maxine's price point.
Less costs more, right?

Well, they're not
priced by the yard, Mike.

How's the computer trawl going'?
Interesting.

I followed up on the will -
pretty standard, next of kin -

that's hot - but there's
a big lawsuit brewing.

Guess who was trying to sue
Jack Rudd for a cool million?

This guy.-

Could I have a few words?

Your colleague said
I was allowed to re-open.

Is there a problem?

No. So long as no one
goes up the stairs.

We've had rubberneckers outside
all morning, of course,

wanting to see where it happened.

Sadly, it's been quite
good for business.

Well, I won't hold you up.

Do you know who these belong to?

Those are mine.

Well, then you probably know, they
were found in Jack Rudd's bedroom.

Well, that's not
evidence of anything.

No, but it does indicate
a sexual relationship.

I'm aware of how it looks, but I
can assure you that our connection

was well established before we met.

This was not a cheap hook-up.

And how would you describe
the relationship?

It started professionally,
as a correspondence.

I contacted Jack's publisher
about a personal appearance,

and Jack responded.

How did he respond?
Warmly.

We started e-mailing, and things quickly
developed into something more personal.

Not at my instigation.
He was keen to come.

He also said he was single,
and finding it lonely.

So he invited a relationship?

Why else would he have said that?

So, I arranged everything,

and he came, and it was perfect.

We had dinner together
on his first night,

we drank champagne,

went back to his place,

we talked...

It was a deep soul connection.

And then he changed.

The next day he summoned
me he was brusque.

Who's been in here?
Things are missing.

What things?

Personal stuff -
my watch, my shaver...

I'm so sorry.

I don't know how that happened,
but I can replace everything.

I'll do it tomorrow.

You think you can buy
a Rolex in this town?

Well, the shaver anyway.

And I'll reimburse
you for the watch.

It was a gift. It was engraved.

Jack, I'm mortified.

I was clear about my needs -
security and privacy.

Of course.

Can you make sure no
one else gets in here?

And when you do bring the shaver,
leave it outside.

I'm writing. I can't be disturbed.

But he wasn't writing. He was
out and about, seen everywhere -

drinks, dinners...

Who did he have dinner with?
Reverend Greene.

I know.

Did you spring for the watch?

Well, I felt responsible.

And I really thought...

That you had a future with him.

That's what he led me to believe.
Definitely.

And that's how he behaved

until...

until he found other options,

and I became disposable.

Afternoon.

Beautiful place.
Yes, ifs lovely, isn't it'?

Sadly it's not mine.

Shall we go and talk in the hut.

That way I'll feel at
least like I'm working.

Why were you suing Rudd?
He stole from me.

Must've been something valuable.

Yeah, a plot. It was the best one
I ever concocted and he stole it-

lock, stock and barrel.

HOW?

Well, he was doing a Masters
in Creative Writing -

the course I run.

His portfolio was weak, you know.

It was pretentious and derivative.

The star that year was Hamish Drake.

The teacher?
Yeah, at your local high school.

Never did climb the heights,
but he could've.

Anyway, they were both
part of my tutorial group.

And Iâd just come up with this plot,

and I knew it was good and I wanted
to use it to illustrate a point.

Sol laid it out for them -
the whole thing.

I have to admit,
I was quite proud of it.

So you can imagine my surprise
when Jack Rudd's first novel

was published nine months later,
and there it was - my plot.

Every detail. Straight steal.

Why go after him now? He sold the
movie rights to a major studio.

That's like striking gold.

And here am I, approaching
retirement, and...

all I really wanted was a share
of what was rightfully mine.

So you hired a lawyer? Well, I thought
we could deal with it like gentlemen,

so I took him out for lunch.

A percentage of the rights' payment,
and a credit.

That's all I'm after.

Saying what?

'Original story by'.
It could even be a shared credit.

Why would I give you that?

It's my due.

Kenneth, your books don't sell.

They're boring.

I took your straw and
I spun it into gold.

So you admit you took from me?
A few details, the basic shape.

It was wholesale theft.
Try and prove it.

I've got deeper pockets
than you. You won't win.

Why can't you just
do the decent thing?

Cos I don't feel like it.

I ripped you off. Boo hoo.
What are you gonna do about it'?

I'll see you in court, Jack.
I don't think so.

Nice try, old man.

You must've been angry
that he second guessed you.

I suppose you're
looking for a motive, Detective?

Of course.

We have to ask - who had
reason to want Jack Rudd dead?

He was more use to
me alive, actually.

Although I suppose I could
still sue the estate.

It's all going to a
brother in Canada.

Really? What, no wives? Ex-wives?

Rudd was a rolling stone. Gathered no moss.
He was a phony and a failure.

At the end of the day,
Jack Rudd got what he deserved.

It was just a friendly gesture -
a simple home-cooked meal.

And is this a gesture you generally
extend to visiting authors?

As it happens, no.

So, why this author?
I enjoy murder mysteries.

It was a chance to spend time
with a master of the form -

perhaps glean a few tips.

And was it enlightening?
Not really.

He was a disappointing
conversationalist.

A good story doesn't
need flowery language,

it simply needs attractive
people wanting to have sex,

having sex or thinking
about having sex.

Then you throw in a
murder, and hey presto.

Ungenerous.
I barely got a word in all night.

I'd gone to quite some trouble, and
he left before the pudding course.

Mrs Marlowe made a
gooseberry fool especially.

Perhaps it was presumptuous
of me to impose on him.

He's an internationally celebrated
author, and I'm... nobody, really.

Nevertheless, I was hopeful.

What were you hoping for?

More than I got.

You seemed very interested
in the author's satchel.

Did I? I had to ask
you not to touch it.

I...

I was...

I was just...

I'd lent him something.
I wanted it returned.

What did you lend him?
Iâd rather not say.

Where do you want these?
Wherever. Anywhere you think.

I've got quite a lot to be getting
on with, so if you don't mind...

Of course.

It's very distressing,
this whole affair.

Detective.
Yes, hello.

I might be able to shed a little
light on that dinner at the manse.

Were you there all night?

Well, the Reverend couldn't put
together a three-course meal.

So you did all the cooking?

And the washing up.

I was quite prepared to
serve at table as well,

but the Reverend put his
foot down about that.

He told me in no uncertain
terms I was not to disturb them.

He wanted to be alone
with that man Rudd.

What, do you know why?

Well, he's very attractive.

I am broad-minded, you know.

I have nothing against
homosexualists.

Are you serious?
Rudd scored the Rev as well?

The guy was barely here a week!

And on the seventh day, he rested.

It's only supposition, but there's definitely
something Reverend Greene isn't telling us.

He had hopes, he was disappointed,

which is Maxine's story too.
And Carnaby's.

There's definitely a theme emerging.

The guy was a user.

Petra didn't feel used.
She gave Rudd a glowing report.

Are you, like, a bit jealous?

On the contrary - I'm remembering
why I walked away.

So at least three
suspects have motive.

Maxine, Carnaby and even Reverend
Greene have a score to settle.

This Hamish Drake has
history with Rudd too.

Yeah, I'm seeing him tomorrow.

I still can't get my head
around Rudd and Reverend Greene.

Something seems off.

Yeah, but if you'd seen him.

He was acting like a jilted lover.

Breen, here you go.

Attempted break-in at
the Airbnb Love Nest.

They're holding the suspect on site.

It could be the same person
who took the watch and shaver.

Back for more loot. Risky.

Not to mention stalker-y.

I just want to get it back -
the thing that I gave him.

Is it a valuable item?

I'm embarrassed to admit it, but...

I wonder if you would do
me a very great favour.

What kind of favour?

Would you read this? It's a novel.

I wrote it myself.

I see that.

It's a murder mystery -
just an amateur's attempt,

but I thought,
as a master of the craft,

you might have a few
pointers to offer.

There's a
lot of reading here.

Am I asking too much?

No, no, of course not.

But if I'm gonna do
your work justice,

I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to cut the evening short.

Must you?

I don't see how
else I'll get through.

No, no, I wasn't expecting an
instant answer. I'll start tonight.

He assured me I'd hear from
him very soon, and I didn't.

Yeah, well, he had a very hectic
schedule while he was here.

Yes, I learned that.

Days went by. Not a word from him.

I started to get anxious, so I paid
him a call, hoping to find him

And I did.

Wait, there's more.

But he wasn't alone.

'He became aware of the urgent
throbbing pulse of the organ.

'Were the dead man's
fingers playing?'

On his organ?

'He stiffened.'
Stop it!

It says it right there.
'An icy chill pervading his loins.'

I never knew loins
could be pervaded.

But they can...

That was my only copy -
the work of years.

I could never re-write it.

We did a thorough search of the
premises. There's nothing there.

And ifs not in his bag?

If it does tum up, we'll make
sure it's returned to you.

That's all I want.

So we didn't charge him.

A budding author - who knew?

Who writes a novel by hand
and doesn't make a copy?

A sensitive rural clergyman.

I think we can discount
him as the offender.

And he says he didn't nick
the watch or shaver either.

So who did?

Well, Breen has a theory.

Rudd had fans, right?
Obsessive fans.

There's reams of it online.

Did they contact him directly?
Yeah, and he gets back to them,

and some of it gets pretty steamy.

Anyone on the board?
No, but someone known to us.

I did not have any correspondence
with him, thank you very much!

Someone else did.

Yes, I wrote to him,
in a professional capacity.

Who made the contact?

I did, to correct him on procedure.

The pathology in
his work was sloppy.

I felt he was being badly advised.

I said this.

How did he respond?
He begged me to advise him.

And so, it began - he sent me a murder,
I sent him the pathology report.

I was exact and thorough.

I'd expect nothing less.

Soon, his book was published -
not one word did he change.

My writing, with his name on it.

Did he offer payment? I did not ask.
I was happy to be of use.

And then...

he became... personal.

Romantic.
In what way?

Would I meet him?
Could he come to me?

Would I send money for a ticket?

But he was loaded. He mentioned a
cashflow problem. He was not liquid.

I hope you didn't send anything.
Please. I'm Russian.

I do not fall for this kind of scam.

I told him - you want to come,
buy your own ticket.

How did he take that?
No reply.

And then, the new book -

'Knife In The Back',

with a killer who is a frigid
pathologist called Nina.

After that you still
went to the reading?

I'm not a wilting flower.

I just wanted to see this man who
will take my knowledge and mock me.

Mike, I want you to know that nothing
happened between this Rudd and me.

I understand.
He was a betrayer.

He stole people's lives
and put them in his books.

Thank you, Gina,
you've been very helpful.

It is a particular smell.

BO, hormones and socks.

Is this about the other night?

Yeah, we're following up
with everyone who was there,

particularly people who had
a connection to Jack Rudd.

Well, I guess you know
we went to uni together.

Yes, we spoke to your old tutor.

Did you get a word in edgeways?

My boss said he
was very... loquacious.

That's a good word.

Carnaby said that you
were his star pupil.

He liked my stuff.

So why didn't you stick to writing?

Straight to the tough questions.

It's not just about talent.
You gotta have killer instinct-

be ruthless, promote yourself.

I didn't have a clue about that
sort of stuff - classic introvert -

the polar opposite of Jack.

That's why I liked him.

He would bring the party,
all I had to do was tag along.

We were good friends.

Did you stay in touch after uni?
Initially.

We were on the same track -

we'd both written novels,
and looking for publishers.

And then I got the call-
the one you dream of.

An agent from Sydney loved my work -
loved the sample I sent-

wanted to read the book,
wanted me to come over.

Jack said I should jump on it.

So I did, and he tagged
along for the ride.

And jumped on the agent.

It wasn't me she wanted any more.

He got published instead, got a deal
in the States and got launched.

That must have been
a kick in the teeth.

I lost my confidence.

Put the book in the bottom
drawer and stopped hustling.

But like I said, you gotta want it.

Maybe I didn't want it enough.

You're not bitter'?

What's the point? I made my choice.

And I love teaching -
inspiring the next generation.

Sorry. I'll come back later.

See? When you find one like
her it makes it all worthwhile.

Is she your star pupil?
Yeah, she is. She's very special.

Detective. More questions?

Until there are answers there
are always more questions, Maxine.

Rig ht. Well,
that's very existential.

But right now,
I'm here as a customer.

D'you have any Jack Rudds?

I've just got a new order in.
They've been flying off the shelves.

I'll take one of everything.

Well, I haven't even
opened the box yet.

Right, well, while you're doing that,
I'll take another look around upstairs.

The tape's still up.
No one's been up there.

There you go - didn't even
have to ask the question.

Everything all right, Detective?

Your books.

Was there usually
something hanging there?

My silk wall hanging!

Japanese.

You didn't know it was gone?

God, the public.

If it's not tied down...

My second husband bought me that

in Osaka on our honeymoon.

It's a beautiful word, isn't it -
honeymoon.

Don't suppose I'll
be doing that again.

You never know.
I've had more than a couple.

Yes, but you're a man.

My God.

Cold Cuts set in
some freezing works -

a couple of young 'varsity students,
working on the holidays,

one gets butchered.

Not ideal off-duty reading for a
homicide detective. Agreed.

If I was in your shoes,
Iâd be going for romance.

Somehow it's never
really worked out for me...

as a literary genre.

But all the greats are there!
We've got Emily, Charlotte,

and my personal favourite,
the mighty Jane.

I don't think Jane Austen's gonna help
me figure out who bumped off Jack Rudd.

Is that what all of this is about?

Rudd was an egotist.
They always leave a trail.

Well,...

I'll leave you to it. Have fun?

Hey, you wanna know who did it?
I reckon I'll figure it out.

Anyone read this?

'To Sir With Loathing'. Bad title.

It's all there. Two friends -
both writers, one's a success,

the other a failure - moves to a small
town and gets a job as an English teacher

then has an affair
with a 16-year-old pupil.

I mean, that's got to be Hamish.
It is.

Rudd sends a coded message
outing Hamish as a sexual predator,

so Hamish bumps off Rudd
to protect his dirty secret.

You've been Googling, haven't you?

It's all in the book.
And on the internet.

Hamish left his last
job under a cloud.

He was having sex with a teenager.

Jesus.
So, it all fits?

Like a glove.

I did wonder... that night
the way he was with Lindy...

And at the school yesterday,
she came into his room,

scuttled off pretty quickly
when she saw I was with him.

Yeah, talk to her again.

And revisit the mother.
She must have noticed something.

I'll push Hamish,
see how far I can get.

Are you involved with Lindy Morris?
You mean sexually?

Yes.
Absolutely not.

But you have previously
had affairs with pupils?

Not affairs, plural. One affair.

And she was an ex pupil.
I was very careful about that.

Nonetheless, you lost your job.
I resigned. It was my decision.

Following complaints to the board.

All right. I could see where
the parents were coming from.

It did blur the lines.

I was 30; he was 18.

She had left school,
the relationship was legal,

but I didn't fight the objections.
I left.

Did the relationship continue?

For a few months,
and then she ended it.

Met a younger guy.

A job came up here and I thought,
'Great. Fresh start.'

Did you declare all
this to your employers?

Iâd be a mug to try
and hide it, wouldn't I?

I explained the circumstances.

Did Jack Rudd know about this?
Yeah. Yeah, I told him.

And he put it in a book.

'To Sir With Loathing'.
Terrible title.

How did you feel about that?
Unsurprised.

Jack steals from everyone.
That's who he is.

He did more than steal.
He was defaming you. Yes.

He said I was a serial abuser
and a borderline psycho predator.

Jack likes to juice things up.

I don't prey on teenage girls.

Do you take anyone else to
book club? Or just Lindy?

Lindy can write.

Teachers like me, who care, always
hope they can find that person -

that needle in the haystack,

the one that makes this
craft all worthwhile.

Lindy's that girl.
I would never, ever, mess with her.

Her mum would break my legs.

No way would Hamish
do anything like that.

Well I hate to say it,
but it is often the people

that seem the most trustworthy -

youth workers, teachers...
Yeah, OK.

But I've got a pretty good radar for that sort
of thing. Being a single mum, you have to.

So you don't have any
concerns about Hamish?

Yeah, I said that.

Look, you're barking
up the wrong tree.

You wouldn't happen to know about a couple of items
that have gone missing from here, would you?

What's this about?

Well, I'm just wondering if
you've moved anything around -

personal items.

Far out.

Whenever anything goes missing,
everyone always blames the cleaner.

Well there's no sign of a break-in, but
there were definitely things missing,

so I'm just wondering how many
people have the access code?

Well, you've got it.
Plus I gave it to Maxine.

She didn't want me hanging around, but
she was pretty keen on popping in.

Topping up the champagne bucket.
Changing the sheets.

She comes across all classy,
but man, she was gagging for it.

I enjoyed Rudd's books as an
insight into his character.

What did you find?

That he likes using people,
playing with their lives.

Isn't that what writers do?

Did you know that Hamish Drake
had ambitions to be a writer?

Not everyone achieves their dreams.

Those who can, do;
those who can't, teach.

Isn't that what they say?
ls he a good teacher?

How would I know?
He's a good customer.

He never misses book club.

Does he usually come alone?

Not any more.
He always brings the girl with him.

She sits there, silent as a clam,

only opens her mouth
to eat the supper.

I've been wondering why she comes,

but I suppose it's a good way of
throwing her mother off the scent.?

Well, it sounds innocent,
doesn't it? It's a good cover.

Cover for what?

Whatever a teacher and his pupil feel like
doing outside school hours, Detective.

Sorry to interrupt, Maxine.
I've come for my plate.

Your plate?

With all the brouhaha the
other evening, I left without it.

It'll be in the kitchen.
I hope so.

I spotted the two of them in
his car, down by the estuary.

He'd taken a bit of
trouble not to be seen.

They weren't taking in
the view, put it that way.

Was there any sexual contact?

Not that I could see. It was more-

I found it.
Good.

It was the body language.
There was something between them.

Was this the first
time you noticed it?

Yes, but I wasn't
looking for it before.

This stuff goes on all the
time under people's noses,

in broad daylight,
and no one sees it.

Detective Shepherd.
Call me Mike, please.

Hamish has his
reputation to maintain.

He boarded with me when
he first came here,

and a nicer chap you couldn't meet.

Did he tell you why
he came to Brokenwood?

That business about the girl?

Pfft! There was nothing in it.

With respect, you don't know that.

If you want my two cents' worth,

Maxine's making mischief to draw
attention away from herself.

Did she mentioned to you what
took place outside that night?

The night of the murder?

She was having quite a,
contretemps with that man Rudd.

We were in the kitchen,
heating the savouries,

when she suddenly took off.

We didn't have many pairs of hands,
but we soldiered on, Lindy and I.

A few minutes later, I was taking the
kitchen tidy bag out to the bin...

Puh-lease!

...and the pair of them were in the
courtyard, going at it hammer and tongs.

I didn't pay for you to come here and
tomcat around with every small-town tramp

that caught your eye.

So you wanted exclusive rights?

I wanted you.
That doesn't make you unusual.

But Iâm not looking
to tie myself down,

and even if I was, it wouldn't
be with someone like you, Maxine.

He was most unpleasant to her.
Savage.

You didn't think about coming
forward with this earlier?

No. I'm not one to gossip.

But I don't like what
she's implying about Hamish,

and if she didn't tell
you about what happened,

well, you need to ask yourself why.

Kristin.

I need you to come
down to the bookshop.

Yeah, we need to
put the heat on Maxine.

The feeling's mutual.
I've been extremely cooperative.

But not entirely truthful.

I beg your pardon?

We've been told you had heated words just
minutes before Jack Rudd was killed.

Told by whom?

An eyewitness who
could quote at length,

talking about how 'He wouldn't
want to be with 'someone like you'.

It was very insulting.

From a man that you've been
more than generous to.

He was giving out all the signals.
He was a skilled player.

I was hardly out of my league.

Were you hoping to marry him?

I wanted to share his life.

And he said he wanted that too.

You must have been disappointed.

So, after this exchange,
what did you do?

I came back inside.

Where exactly?
The bookshop. You were there.

Oops! Taxi!

Well, I'd only just arrived, and barely two
minutes later, Jack Rudd was found dead.

Which suggests that a slightly longer time
elapsed between your argument and Rudd's death.

Does it?

Well, think about it. You argue,

he goes inside, you follow.

He goes upstairs,
you go into the bookshop.

Almost immediately, Petra leaves
the bookshop and finds the body.

How does that add up? Or is it possible
you didn't go back into the bookshop?

Is it possible you
went somewhere else?

Think carefully about what you did
where you were and who saw you.

I was very upset.

I went to the bathroom.
I needed to do my face.

Upstairs or downstairs?
Downstairs.

How long were you in there?
Maybe 10 minutes.

I needed to take everything off and
start again - it's quite a business.

Can anyone verify this?

There was no one with me!
Why would there be?

What about when you came out?

There was someone waiting.
I came out and they slipped in.

You didn't see who it was?

I didn't make eye contact.
I was only just holding it together.

And so that's when you
came out into the bookshop?

That's right.

So at the time Jack Rudd was
murdered on your premises,

with your knife, you can't
prove where you were?

I've just told you.
There's no witness.

You knew the layout of the building,
you had a weapon, you had motive,

and as far as we know, you were the
last person to see Jack Rudd alive.

Petra found him.
She found him dead.

Petra had no reason to
stab him in the back.

He didn't betray her.

Did you kill Jack Rudd?

I want you to leave.

I will not be answering any more
questions without my lawyer.

We have motive,
opportunity and a weapon.

But no physical
evidence or witnesses.

And in a Jack Rudd murder,
there's always a twist.

Yeah, it's not stacking
up for me either.

Maxine is the woman spurned!

She spent big bucks on this guy.

Yeah, big bucks to you or me,
but not to rich people like her.

50K, 100K, they don't miss it.

OK, pieces on the board.
Let's walk it through.

Here's our man.

And... here's Maxine.

Let's assume she's telling the truth
and she's in the downstairs toilet,

fixing her lippy.

Meanwhile, Kristin, Gina
and Jared arrive and see...

Reverend Greene, Mrs Marlowe,

KL Carnaby, Maxine

and Petra.

That leaves...

Hamish and Lindy.

According to Mrs Marlowe,
Lindy was helping with supper.

But Mrs Marlowe left the kitchen.

OK, well, what did Lindy do then?

So, at this point,
as far as we know,

the last person to see Jack Rudd
alive was Maxine or...

That's heavy.

What state was she in
when you talked to her?

Numb. Shocked.
As you would be.

Almost catatonic.
I mean, I just thought...

How old is she?
16.

We won't bring Maxine in yet.

What about Lindy?
We'll talk to her in the morning.

Still fond of a good pinot noir?

What are you doing, Petra?
I want to talk to you.

That's all kinds of wrong.

You're a suspect in an
active murder investigation.

But you know I didn't do it.

Besides, can't a woman
drop in on her ex?

I thought you didn't
want the gossip.

For you, I'll risk the
reputational damage.

Grab a glass, then.

Attaboy.

So, are you getting close?
I can't talk shop with you.

C'mon, just a hint.
I'm getting married next week!

I can't afford to have a
murder rap hanging over me.

Next week? Why the rush?

Why wait? It's not as
if there's a better offer.

Besides, how was I to know the book
club was gonna turn into a blood bath?

Just saying, maybe
you should postpone.

The cheese-maker
would be suspicious.

He'd want to know why.

Tell him you need more time.

But I don't.

I'm tired of being alone.

I like arms around me.

And so I don't want any late-stage
revelations about me and Jack Rudd.

At this point,
you're not in danger of arrest.

Thank you.

But things change. People hide things,
so I'm not making any promises.

Yeah, about that, there is one tiny
little thing that I didn't tell you.

Why do you do this, Petra?
It's nothing bad. I just...

I took something from Jack's place.

Personal items?
No. This.

Some wannabe writer gave it to Jack.

We started reading it.
I got hooked.

I just wanted to find
out what happened,

but I don't want it coming
back to bite me, so take it.

Looks like an interesting read.

It's pretty fruity.

Since you're here...
...I've got a few questions.

About?

Book club. Supper break. Where you were.
In the bookshop.

All the time?
I did pop out for a wazz.

Upstairs or downstairs?

Both. I tried downstairs,
but someone was locked in.

I knocked, but they weren't budging.

Leave me alone.

Do you know who it was?
Female.

Sounded a bit like
they'd been crying.

Maxine? She was in the shop
falling over her high heels.

Anyway I went upstairs and then...

A woman crying.
Yeah.

Like a country song.

You know, you could talk
me out of this wedding...

if you wanted to.

There's something between us.

It's called history.

Goodnight, Petra.

Any overnight brainwaves'?

We're getting warmer.

Best you lead this one out, OK'?

I've told you everything.

It's actually Lindy
we're here to see.

We just have a few questions
about book club, Lindy.

How long have you been going?

Just this year. With Hamish.

You like it? Are you a reader?

Anything she can get her hands on.

English is my best thing.

It's the only thing
I like at school.

And Hamish is your teacher?

He's the best teacher I've ever had.

He knows a lot about writing.

And he says I've
really got something.

He reckons the best way to
improve your style is to read.

And he lends me a lot of stuff.

And at book club,
I like meeting the writers.

Were you excited
to meet Jack Rudd?

Well, I like crime writing,
and he's good.

I've got his audio books.
Have you heard those?

Yes. He reads very well.

He brings it alive.
I listen to them in bed.

It's like he's there
in the room with you.

I didn't know that.

I have them on quiet.

So, did you talk to
him at the reading?

We got there early so
I could get a book signed.

So you had a conversation?
Not really.

Thank you.
There you go, lovely.

Urn, can you sign my book?
Yeah, sure.

Name?
Lindy Morris.

Um, can you say...
There you go.

Next?

He wrote things for other people -
I saw him - but he didn't ask me

if I wanted anything,
he just went...

He shoved it at me.

And then he went 'Next'.

And then what happened?

Well there was a queue,
so I just took the book.

And then the reading started,
and then there was supper.

Mrs Marlowe said that
you helped with that?

She used to be my baby-sitter.

She never charged me. Heart of gold.

So you were in the kitchen?
And then I took some food out.

Into the bookshop?
Passing it round.

Was Jack there? He was being
really nice to everyone.

I thought maybe
he was nervous before,

and I wanted to say something
to him, so I went over.

No, thank you.

It's so amazing to meet you.

I gotta go.

Wait, I just wanna
ask you something.

Whatever
you've been told, it's not true.

I just- I...
Get away from me.

What did you want to ask him?

Tell them.

If he was my dad.

That's enough.

I'm sorry it's upsetting. I've gotta get
to work and Lindy's gotta get to school.

I can drop her there,
if you like.

Did I do something wrong?
No, love.

What a jerk.
In front of everyone.

Are you sure about him
being her father? 100%.

How old were you?
22. Worked in the 'varsity cafe.

He used to come in all the time, put
stuff on the tab. He never paid.

So I'd put money in and
cross him out of the book.

What a sucker.

But he was...

Well, you know what he was.

I knew I was gonna
get my heart broken,

but I didn't know I was
gonna get up the duff.

Did you tell him?
Yeah. And he went...

Default setting. Don't wanna know.

I couldn't prove it. So he went
off to Sydney and that was that.

No contact, no child support.

It must've been hard.

I cleaned a lot of toilets.

But who cares?

Lindy's the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

I always wondered if it was true.

Cos I don't look like him.

Maybe it was just something she said,
like a fairy tale or something.

He looked at me like I was
something he wanted to wipe off his shoe.

I felt like nothing.
I just wanted to hide.

I went to the bathroom,
but someone was in there,

and I waited ages
before she came out.

Who was it?
The bookshop lady.

She had way too much makeup on.

I locked myself in the toilet.

I didn't know what to do.

I thought everything
Mum told me was a lie.

Did you see Jack Rudd
when he was here?

Why bother? He made it clear
he didn't want to know me.

But you let Lindy go to the reading? I
didn't want to. I knew it wouldn't end well.

We had a full on fight,
but there was no stopping her.

There's no point, Lindy.

I just wanna ask him!

He won't admit it. He never has.

But if he sees me,
if I'm standing right there!

It won't make any difference!

You don't know that!

I did know.

I thought he's gonna slam her
down and kick her in the guts.

That's who he is.

What did you do?

Drank a bottle of wine pretty fast.

It's kinda blurry after that.

So you were at home?
Yep.

By yourself?
Why?

It would just be helpful
if someone could confirm it.

Believe me or don't believe me.
I don't care.

Thanks for the lift.

Lindy, while you were in the bathroom,
did anyone knock on the door?

Um, I don't remember. Why?

Take a minute.

I don't know. Sorry.

The Mum's an interesting prospect.
. And it clears one thing up.

She took the watch and the shaver.

She had access she has a motive...

in taking the shaver,
at least - to get DNA.

That would eat away at you - someone
denying your child was theirs.

So, what if she had the results
to the DNA test? lt's a positive.

But no one in the bookshop saw her.

I mean what are the odds?

The building is a rabbit warren,
so it's risky,

but she's got a hell of a motive.

OK, she's got the results,
proof on Rudd,

and thinking about the will.
Everything to next of kin.

Which now includes Lindy.
She wants to confront him.

OK, so Toni goes straight
in the front door.

I'm inside. No one sees her.

How else could she have got in'?

By coming round the back.

It's a much safer option.
Back door's not locked.

Yeah, because Maxine wouldn't have bothered
about that with the state she was in.

Or... Yeah, but why would you
bother if the door's open?

Either way, it's possible.

Toni gets in, she finds Jack,
she confronts him.

He denies it,
but she's got the proof.

He doesn't care,
he dares her to take him to court

He's got deep pockets -
she won't win - he walks away.

She sees the knife,
it's a split-second thing...

It works.
Yeah, but only with the DNA results.

What now?

We have a warrant to
search these premises.

Are you kidding?
'Fraid not.

I don't have time for this. Won't be long.
They know what they're doing.

Yeah, OK, I took them.

While you were cleaning?
No, I was still setting up.

I was there when he arrived.

Whoo!

Hang those up.

Wow.

He didn't even look at my face.

I was just a servant.
I felt like garbage.

I didn't even touch his
clothes, I just walked out.

I couldn't drive - it wasn't safe -
so I pulled off the road.

I wasn't thinking anything,
there wasn't a plan.

And then I saw them.

I knew what was going down.

She was gonna get what she wanted,

and so was I.

When I got pregnant,

you couldn't get these results
unless you were a cop or something.

Now you can get them online - 24
hours, if you pay the express fee.

Was a match. Of course I knew it
would be, but to see it was...

I wanted him to know I didn't lie.

I wanted him to look at me.

You broke in here and stole my DNA?
I didn't break in, I have a key.

I could have you charged.
ls that all you care about?

It's entrapment.

Jack, you have a child!
It won't stand up in court.

Her name is Lindy.
Just get out!

Here she is - your daughter.

She's nothing. You're nothing.

Now are you gonna go
or am I gonna call the cops'?

He didn't wanna know
his own flesh and blood.

When was this that you
showed him the results?

The day he died.

That night, after you fought
with Lindy, did you stay at home?

Or did you go looking for Jack?

Why would I wanna
see that prick again?

She already lied. More than once.

Yeah, she said she didn't
take the razor; she did.

She said she never saw Rudd
while he was here; she did.

So she could be
lying about this too.

Yeah, but how is that possible?

I mean, how could she be coming
and going without somebody...

Hold the bus.

When you were at the bookshop the night that Jack
Rudd was murdered, did you see anyone on the street?

Why do you ask?
Just yes or no.

Yes.

I'd just stepped out
and I saw this woman,

and I noticed her cos she was-

well, she was a very
attractive wahine.

What was she doing?
Walking toward me.

And can you give us a description?

Do you want me to
say that she's hot?

Well if she was, then, sure.

Nah, Iâm not gonna say that.
That's just demeaning.

And, no, it was
more meaningful than that.

Jared, we need... Nah, seriously,
she was walking towards me,

like the girl from lpanema - she was
tall and tanned and all of that,

and I was thinking this could lead
to somewhere other than lpanema,

preferably somewhere local, you know?
And then?

Well, and then this van backed out
and just about bowled her over.

Did you see who was driving?
Nah. Didn't stop.

But it was a white van?
Aren't they all?

This is important.

Yeah, yeah, it was white
with some kind of logo.

Green writing?
Yeah. Something, something 'Fresh'?

Turns out she wasn't from lpanema,
but my cousin from Hamilton.

It was a bit gutting, really.

Toni, we need to answer
a few more questions.

I'm working. Move your vehicle.

You need to come
down to the station now.

Or what?
Or we'll arrest you.

I've had enough of you people.
You've lied to us three times.

We know that you were at the
bookshop on the night of the murder.

Says who?

An eyewitness has you driving
away from the scene in this van.

Mum?

You're not really gonna do this - put
the cuffs on me in front of my kid?

We don't need to cuff you,
you could just get in the car.

What's happening, Mum?
It's your choice, Toni.

You'd be wise to cooperate.

I'm just gonna go and answer a few
questions, hon. I'll be back in a minute.

I can stay here with her.
Whatever.

Don't talk to her.

No! She didn't kill him!
Zip n.

Is there anything you've told
us that you want to change?

Yeah, OK, I did go out that night.

I went to the shop.
What time?

I dunno. After I drank the wine.

I was just so wild,
thinkin' about my baby.

I was ready to shame,
march in there and show him up.

But when I got there
and I saw his face.

I knew she had this fantasy
that he'd see her and he'd know,

and it'd all be roses.

She'd have a dad at last,
like everyone else.

I couldn't do it.
I knew he'd deny it,

humiliate my girl,
take away her dream.

Is there anyone I can call, someone
you'd like to be with? No.

Mrs Marlowe, maybe?
I just want Mum.

Is she going to jail?
Um...

Not at this point.
But she might?

Well, it's too early to say.

She didn't kill him.

I know she wanted to,
but she didn't.

It's OK. You don't have
to say anything, Lindy.

It wasn't her.

It was me.

What's up?

We've got a situation.
Lindy's confessed.

To murder?
Yep. I've got her next door.

That doesn't feel rig ht.
It could be.

No one remembers her going into
the bathroom or coming out of it.

She's unaccounted for.

Toni, could you join us'?

In your own time, Lindy.

I did it. I killed him.

He wouldn't talk to me and I was
angry with him, so I went after him.

He went up the stairs, and a
lady came out of the bathroom,

and so I went in and I hid
there til she was gone,

and then I came out and I went up the
stairs and I stabbed him with a knife.

No. No, no, no.

- What did the knife look like, Lindy?
- Big.

Could you show us how big?

Lindy is indicating
approximately 30-40cm.

Correct?
Yes.

Was there much blood?

Yes. But not on me.

I want to stop this.
No, don't.

Love, you can't.

Leave me alone. Just leave me alone.

I think we should take a break,
Lindy. We've got your confession.

It's all in there. It's safe.

Why don't you have a
moment with your mum?

She's got the size of the knife
wrong, the amount of blood is wrong,

everything's wrong.
She's protecting her mum.

Take them home.

Are we arresting Toni? No. She came
voluntarily, and we're not charging her.

Why not?
It's just a hunch. Take them home.

But watch the house.

Thanks for coming in.

Do you know this voice?

Leave me alone. Just leave me alone.

That's who I heard.

In the downstairs bathroom?
Yeah, right before I found Jack.

And there were little
noises - indistinct-

like crying, and then...

Leave me alone.

You're positive?
It's the same person.

What's the boss playing at?

I don't know. He's not sharing.

What do you think?

Definitely the mum,
but Lindy's covering.

Well, well, Mr Pervy.

Mike, they've got a visitor.

The English teacher?

Yeah.

Still with the limp?

Affirmative. Do we go in'?

Nah, sit tight.

I've got one more thing I wanna try.

Mike, there's no 'l'
in team. What's going on?

It's called back story.

Mike stuff?

Nah. Nah.

Hi. I need a ladder.

Now I'm not curious,

but Kristin would like to
know what you're up to.

Testing a hypothesis.

I think it holds.

It's a bit nippy out. Can I come in?

Is this about Lindy?
Yeah.

Toni called me. I've just been
round there. She's beside herself.

Have you known Toni long?
How do you mean?

I mean, when did you first meet her?
How far back do you go?

To university.

She told us she worked in the cafe.
Yeah. She had pink hair back then.

I never had the guts to talk to her,
but Jack didn't have that problem.

You liked her?

But she
wasn't looking at me.

Then after a couple of months,
she wasn't there any more.

Did you know what had happened? The first
I knew about it was when I moved here.

I was boarding at Mrs Marlowe's place, and
Toni was living next door... with Lindy.

And that's when Toni told you?
I couldn't believe it.

I mean, it was completely
in character,

but what an idiot - to tum
your back on that, to deny it.

Was there any doubt in your mind?
No. The timing made complete sense.

You should've seen her when
she knew Jack was coming.

You should see him, Toni.
Confront him.

There's no point. He won't admit it.
He's got a moral duty.

He doesn't know the
meaning of that word.

But think. I know how hard
you work, but it is tough.

And Lindy is smart. She should
go to university, and he should

I know, but he won't.

So make him. Get the proof.

I didn't think she would,
but she did it.

And he still denied it.

Said he would fight her
every inch of the way.

It was disgusting.

What about Lindy?
Did she know about any of this?

A couple of days before the
reading at the end of school...

I'm going to meet my dad!
Can you believe it?

I had to get her out of there.
It wasn't the place to talk.

You can't shut the door if you're in
a classroom with a student any more,

and with my history
I didn't want any gossip.

I took her to the estuary.

Do you think he'll know me?
Like, instantly, just feel it'?

Don't get your hopes up, Lindy.
Why? ls it not true?

No, no I'm sure it is, but-
What?

You don't know how he'll react.

But he'll want me, won't he?

I had this awful feeling about it,

but I didn't want
to trash her dreams.

And then on the night,
he was brutal.

Everything you've
been told is not true.

He just rubbed her
out and walked away.

It tore my heart out.

How could you do that?
She's not my kid.

Toni showed me the test results.
Deluded slag.

Why can't you do the
right thing for once?

Acknowledge your own
child and be a man.

Like you know what that is.

The also-ran. The nobody.

This is not about me.

No, nothing's about you, mate. What are you?
You're an English teacher in a shitty little town.

You have no life. No stow.

You're a loser. I'm outta here.

lt's quite high, that roof.

There was no other way. I jumped.

It hurt like hell,
but I could walk. Just.

And there was no one around.
It was surreal.

Everybody was chatting and eating.

And then...

What did you think would happen?

I had no idea.

I mean, none of it was planned.
I was just... waiting, I guess.

But I never thought Lindy would take the
rap, and I couldn't let that happen.

It would wreck her life.

And Toni's.

I'll have to arrest you, Hamish.

I'll come quietly.

There it is -
the title for my memoirs.

Mike, I've got Toni out here.

We're finished. Come in.

What have you done?

But... What about your job?

What about it?

I'll never teach again, I know that.

It's not fair.

I know. lt's OK. I did the crime.
lt's on me.

I'll come and see you.

That's all I want.

Jack was an idiot.

And he was wrong.

I've got a story, and now
I've got the time to write it.

Well, hats off to you, Boss,
you got the confession.

We got the confession.

Come on, it was you.

It was backstory. Plus character.

You know, in a strange way,
he is a decent guy.

Yeah, I take back
the Mr Pervy stuff.

Nice place for a wedding.

I'm still surprised
you got an invite.

We're adults. No hard feelings.

Are you sure it's OK - bringing me?

Well the invite did
said 'and partner'.

Yeah, but not work partner.

ls that the cheese-maker?

Looks like it.

Back in a tick.
OK.

This came into my possession.
I thought you might want it back.

My manuscript?

Great plotting, distinctive tone.
You should get it published.

I'm very grateful.

Congratulations, mate. Best of luck.

I hope he knows what he's in for.

Maybe they'll make it.
Maybe it's third time a charm.

Underneath it all, you're
quite a romantic, aren't you?

It's the triumph of
hope over experience.

You gotta love it.

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today...