All language subtitles for The Brokenwood Mysteries - St6 (03_04) - ENad Men Don’t Shoot Ducks - Untertitel EN

No bloody way.

Good morning,
my little duckies! Rise and shine!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

So, what have we got?

Well, victim is Leslie Garrett-

43, married; as the sign suggests, a
prominent wildlife activist.

Seemingly placed herself
between the ducks and the guns.

OK.

Leslie, my name is Mike Shepherd.

What were you thinking?

I have never approved of this
duck hunting.

It's like shooting whales
in a barrel.

On that we can agree.

Although it's fish.

Whales are endangered.

Yes, but they just don't
fit in a barrel.

So save the ducks
but not the whales?

Sometimes I don't understand you.

Gina, you can get underway.

So, all these folk were in the area?
Yeah.

Tony Canetti.
Bloodsportz Hunting and Guns.

DSS Mike Shepherd. Yeah, yeah. I've
helped you before with my expertise.

Bit of an expert on all
things lethal.

Look, can I get my boys home?

It's their first day out, and it's not
really a good start to a love of hunting.

This was their first time shooting?
Yeah, yeah, fully supervised.

I mean, I run a gun store;
I know the rules.

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

DC Breen will be by
later for a chat.

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

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

Mrs Lyons, hello, I'm Mike Shepherd.

I'm sorry for your loss.

It's 'Ms', but thank you.

Jenny, I'm so sorry.
Don't touch me.

Hey, don't be like that. For God's sake,
I just lost my sister. My sister!

How the hell did that happen, Don?

Hey, come on, now!
Let's just stick to the facts?

Mr Ducker, can I speak
with you over here?

She's crazy.

Can I get you something?

I just need a moment.

Jared, I hear you jumped in and
pulled the victim ashore.

I didn't know you were
a duck shooter.

I'm not. Just here helping out
my Uncle Walter.

Supposed to be his last season.

Frodo's almost catatonic. Keeps muttering
something about his mate Hayden.

The one who was shot at his stag do?

Yeah. I'll give him some time.

Uniform branch have secured all
firearms in the area.

OK, maybe not all of them.

Cosy.
Yep. And it's a convertible.

The art of surprise.

So, who was where?

Well, Frodo was there.

That maimai belongs to his
dead mate's family.

Jenny Lyons' maimai is over there.

That's Don Ducker's,

and Tony Canetti and his kids
were down there.

Anyone on that old one there?

Nah. Hasn't been for decades.

Guess ifs your lucky day.

Yeah, nah, it won't be able to hear
you, Mike. It's, um- It's a decoy.

Nice camo look.

Yeah, nothing wrong with
a bit of stealth.

Lance Gifford, right'? DC Breen.

Yeah, I remember.

Been shooting this morning? Couple
of shots to see in the new season.

Misty conditions, I understand.

I've seen worse.

Hit anything?

No, there was too much commotion on the
river. The ducks made themselves scarce.

Is this about Leslie Garrett? lt's a
hell of a way to start a season.

How'd you know about Leslie?

I passed by, saw her dinghy, saw you cops. That's her
trailer over there, so I just put two and two together.

So you knew her?
I saw her here this morning.

I warned her.

Are you trying to get yourself
killed?

Is that a threat?

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

So that was it? No, then she said some
greenie liberal remark and went on her way.

Where on the waterway were
you shooting?

Well, I have a floating maimai, so I was
drifting further down the inlet from them.

Can you be specific?
Sorry, no.

We'll need to examine your firearm.

You're joking. Seriously?

You were in the vicinity. ifs part
of an elimination process.

Yeah, all right.

But I'd appreciate it back ASAP.

Of course.

Ollie Garrett?
Yes.

Detective Kristin Sims.

Um, can we go inside?

Why, is there a problem?

It's your wife, Leslie.

Would you like to sit down?
What about her? What's happened?

I'm afraid there's been
an incident.

We're yet to find out what
happened, but...

she was killed.

I'm so sorry.

Would you like to go inside.
ls there someone I can call?

Nah, this can't...
this can't...

This can't be happening.

In this job you never get
used to the heartbreak.

I think it's nice.

Russian men cry only over
their mothers and spilt vodka.

Kiwi men are more sensitive.

Especially when their
spouse has been murdered.

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

So naive.

He wants some time alone.

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

She's Russian.

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

It was... I was out of line.

Emotions just got the better of me.

That poor, sweet man.

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

though Jared wasn't using a firearm.

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

Jenny Lyons went first.

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot! Pull!

And then we all went.

It was foggy.

Pea soup.

Didn't see what happened.

Didn't get any ducks.

OK, thanks.

Mr Elliot.

Walter.

Walter, can you tell me what-?

Uncle didn't get anything either.

That'd be right, Uncle?

Pretty much.

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

Are you saying she had
mental health issues?

She put herself in a boat between a bunch of
hunters and a flight of ducks. What do you think?

Well, clearly she was
protesting and-

And so no one can be held
accountable for what happened.

Yeah. Reckon that'd be it.

It's been a difficult morning.

It's Don Ducker.

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

And you're the head of the
Duck Stalkers' Association?

Is there something you want to say?

No. No, that's good...

A little ironic.

What is?
Nothing.

W- what happened?

All hell broke loose.

Everyone fired like
trigger-happy maniacs.

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

No, no. I fired too.

Obviously someone didn't aim high
enough, took out poor Leslie.

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

Tony was supervising, being the
holder of the firearms licence.

Hence, he wasn't using a gun
himself.

And you spoke with Frodo?
Yeah, for what it was worth.

I was just doing my thing, you know?

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

You fired?

Didn't hit nothing, though.

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

Once Gina's finished the post mortem, it should
be reasonably easy to trace the type of shot

to the matching shell case,
to the specific gun.

There were eight. Lance Gifford was on the
inlet somewhere during the time frame.

So eight people went hunting.

One protester was killed.

And no ducks fell from the sky.

Hardly feels accidental, does it?

I have identified two impact zones -

about the left side of the face
and the right side of the chest.

Any idea which came first?

There are wounds on her
left knuckles

and damage to the microphone, so I think
she was holding the microphone as such.

She was hit. Six pellets - two on the hand,
four on the face, one entering behind the eye.

Then...

The second blast caught her
midriff with eight pellets.

Perhaps not so bad, but unfortunately
two of them tore through her heart.

Death in seconds.

So she was hit from two
opposing sides?

It looks that way.
But not necessarily?

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

We should consider both
possibilities.

Any idea what range
she was hit from?

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

But I will conduct some tests.

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

So, what's the low down on
this protester business?

The victim took 14 pellets
in two blasts.

Misty conditions.

Bloody amateurs. Steel?

Would it be anything else?
Shouldn't be.

Lead shot was phased out years ago.

Is the ammunition
much of a muchness?

Well, like anything, all
manufacturers like to believe

their brand has a point of
difference and therefore an edge.

So all hunters have their preference
for gauge and shot.

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

That's what I was hoping.

We're out of luck, Detective.

Damn.

And I was so looking
forward to my almond macchiato.

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

Foul play?
W- You know I can't say.

Dear. Well, poor Frodo.

He really does have bad luck.

I knew things were going to go badly when Leslie
Garrett turned up at the Duck Stalkers' Club.

When was this?
The night before she died.

You were there?
Yes.

I've been a member for years.

Not that I shoot, mind you.

I make tea and cheese rolls
for the meetings.

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

I was more of a plucker.

Plucking ducks is quite
a skill, you know.

And when your husband
is as successful as Rufus was,

you need to know the art of a quick
pluck to get through them all.

I imagine so.

I had a little ditty I used to sing
when I was plucking -

How many ducks does a
duck plucker pluck

when a duck plucker
does pluck ducks?

How many clucks can a
plucked duck cluck

when a plucked duck does
cluck, cluck?

Tell me- I used to get through
an entire bird in eight verses -

all of them different.

Well, that's very impressive. But can you tell
me about Leslie Garrett's visit to the club?

She wasn't invited, of course.

So, let's remind ourselves of quota.

It's eight ducks to a bag.

Yeah, got that, Lance? Yeah, yeah, it
was one year! It was a miscalculation.

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

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

For Christ's sakes, Leslie.
You're in no way welcome here.

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

Mrs Marlowe, would you care to come
with me to the station?

It's much warmer, and I can make you a
coffee there. That would be lovely.

Thank you.
Great.

Here we go.
Thank you.

Now, you said that Leslie Garrett claimed to be a
lifelong member of the Duck Stalkers' Association.

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

Dear.

What?
Nothing.

Did you wibble?

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

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

OK, so sort of like, um-

Nipples, yes. Wibble, wobble,
double nipple.

And then - and then only -
do you plunge.

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

An active troublemaker, really.

We don't want your rantings here, Leslie.
Consider your membership revoked.

You have no right to shoot
innocent ducks.

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

Really? I think that's about
to change.

Read it and weep, Walter.

And until that takes effect, I will do
whatever it takes to protect those ducks

because birds' lives matter too!
That's enough, Leslie.

What did it say? Don't know. Let's just say
I'm confident it wasn't a love letter.

This is a really good coffee.

That's the art of wibbling, my dear.

Kimberley.

Double mocha, rig ht?

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

I tried your house.

He was there for a bit.

Totally freaked about what happened.

Do you know where he is now?

No. He had a bit of a cry, muttered
something about 'ghosts from the past',

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

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

Is he in trouble?
Just tell him to call me.

Why are you here exactly?

I have a few questions,
if that's OK?

Some of them are a little delicate.

Did Leslie have any life insurance?

No.

We didn't buy into that stuff.

We sourced everything from the land.

That was our insurance.

I have some tucked away.

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

I just want her back.
It's not pity. We're family, hon.

I'm off to see Reverend Greene.

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

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

Urn, were you aware that Leslie visited the Duck
Stalkers' Club the night before she was killed?

Yeah.

It's quite a provocative
thing to do.

I told her not to go, but...

she was a stubborn person.

Always looking for a way to
make her point.

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

I'm just wondering where you'd been.

Why?

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

I was delivering eggs - organic duck
eggs. That's what I do.

At 8.30 in the morning?

People like fresh eggs for their
Saturday morning omelettes.

Right.

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

We're animal lovers.
What use would we have for a gun?

OK. Thanks.

And do you have the
list of deliveries you make?

Can I send it through?

That'd be helpful. Thanks.

Walter. DSS Mike Shepherd.

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

Angela Stone was no friend of mine.

I understand Leslie Garrett
wasn't, either.

Nothing personal. I just didn't
like her politics.

That being?
The bandwagon type.

I'm not a fan of greenies trying to
tell me how to look after my land.

Maori have looked after the whenua for over
600 years and done a bloody good job of it.

Except for the moa.
They went extinct.

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

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

Anyway we won't have our
customary rights threatened.

Though mallard ducks aren't native.

No, but the kereru is.
Wood pigeon. Beautiful.

Not that we shoot them.

Muttonbird.
Or those.

Pukeko.
Yeah, OK, we shoot them.

Bloody nuisance.

The point is I'm a farmer.

It's in my interest to
look after the land.

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

I tore it up.

It was a threat. I don't take
too kindly to threats.

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

by putting a protected
species caveat over it.

What species?
The whio. The blue duck.

It would prevent the Duck Stalkers'
Association from renewing their lease

and getting access to the waterway. Not
that there's any whio around these parts.

You're more likely to find
hen's teeth.

She was making it up?
Anything to shut us down.

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

Without members, the club
would close down.

And not renew its lease.

Something like that.

Plus they were handing out
free boxes of shells.

To mark the opening of the season,

the Brokenwood Duck Stalkers'
Association is gifting each shooter

a box of a new brand of
12 gauge shells.

This is to say thank you for your
continuing loyalty.

So please come up, grab a box, tell me how they
perform, and then I'll feedback to the company.

Everyone that night took
a box of shells?

Yeah, compliments of
Tony Canetti and Don Ducker.

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

Have you still got the box?

Jared?
Yeah, I'll grab it.

How are you coping with
the Parkinson's?

Some days are good.
Other days are good, too.

Today's a good day.

Excuse me.

Breen.
Yeah, boss.

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

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

How'd you know?

Just had a feeling.

So the fatal pellets could have
come from any of these.

From any of the 12 gauge.

Tamati.

Walter,

Don.

And Frodo.

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

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

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

My understanding is that it doesn't.

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

It's good to have old Bessie back.

Bessie?

Named after my great-grandmother. She was known to
give you a good blast when you did something wrong.

Mr Ducker, we have a few questions.

Naturally.

It's a terrible business.

Detectives Sims and...

Breen.

Breen, yeah. This is my wife,
Marion.

Hello.

Everything all right?
100%.

Is this about"?

Listen, why don't you go and whip us all
up a cup of tea, love? Of course.

Come on through.

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

So you're Don Ducker the Fourth?

l am, indeed.

Proud to carry the family name.

So, um, this would be
Don Ducker the First?

Yes, well, Donald.

Donald Ducker?

Donald Duck.

Everything alright there,
Detective?

Yeah. Just the Louise slice.

It's unbelievable.

It is, isn't it? Marion is
a whiz in the kitchen.

So, my great-grandfather was
born in 1901.

Christened Donald Duck.

There's nothing unusual in that.

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

And by then my grandfather,
Don Jnr was ten years old.

Well, you can imagine the teasing.

So Don Senior decided to
change their names.

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

Why should he? The Ducks were
a proud family -

big in the linoleum business.

Don Ducker was a compromise.

But as you can see, duck shooting,
that's the true family legacy.

Do you partake in the sport, Marion?

Sadly, no.

Not my thing. But if you like her baking,
you wait til you try her roast duck.

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

And as the saying goes, 'If you
can't shoot 'em, pluck 'emf

Can you tell me about
Leslie Garrett?

I didn't really know her that well.

Even though she was a
lifelong member?

Well, in name only. It was her
great-grandfather and mine

that started the Duck Stalkers' Association
together. Hence, she was a lifelong member.

But then she went all stridently
greenie, tried to pull the club down.

So you had her expelled?

As chairman, I felt
I had to pull rank.

I'd rather die than see
this club fail.

Just out of interest, do you
always shoot alone?

Yes.

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

No, no, I prefer to shoot alone.

There's nothing unusual in that.

I find it meditative.

You know, some people do yoga;

I shoot ducks.

So, you stayed at home?
Yes. I was here.

In the kitchen.

Donald Duck?

And proud of it.

I nearly choked.
You did choke.

Which is why you're not
supposed to eat on the job.

Would've been rude not to. Her baking -
next level. Some sort of secret ingredient.

Well regardless, she's
a reluctant plucker

who is no doubt relieved that the duck
shooting season only lasts six weeks.

Who's next?

Tony Canetti. Bloodsportz
Hunting and Guns.

Tony, how long have you been a member
of the Duck Stalkers' Association?

Years. Been like
a second family.

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

Well, I supplied them - at cost.

Selling then taking,
be a bit weird.

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

Why dispense only the 12 gauge?
It's the most popular.

Most of the club shoot 12.

Personally I'm a 20 gauge guy.

You know, I picked that.
Really? How about that.

Must be the hat.

Maybe.

Anyway, the 20 gauge gives me
more manoeuverability.

But each to their own.

Like I always say, the best gun
to have in a gunfight

is the one you have, not the
one you wish you had.

Not that I've ever been
in a gunfight.

Strictly animals for me.

Wild animals; nothing caged.

That wouldn't be sporting.

Nor legal, I suspect.

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

Not yet.

The manufacturers are slow to fill the
demand for the lesser used gauge.

Was Leslie hit with steel?

She was.

Yess.

You're pretty happy about that?
Well, yeah. No, no.

Only that I told my kids it
couldn't have been them.

I mean, I knew it couldn't -
I was there; they aimed high.

But now it's definite,
it's a relief.

For them; not for Leslie,
obviously, but...

OK.

Was it your idea to hand out
the Triple X Steel?

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

Thanks, Tony.

Detective.

You shouldn't have.

They're for Ollie.

I'm sorry again for your loss.

I have a sister.

I can't imagine what it feels like.

Are you close to her?

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

Call her, Mr Shepherd. Don't
take anything for granted.

We were told a gun for learners.

Let me guess. Tony Canetti.

Possibly.

I've been scoffed at by men
with their 12 gauges all my life.

But there's more sport in a.410,
in my view.

I noted there was a shell
still in the chamber.

You only fired once?
It was a pot shot.

I knew I'd misjudged the range,
and a second would be a waste.

And you fired first?

Then everyone followed. But the
ducks were well out of range.

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

And...

that's when we saw Leslie.

No. No!

Your.410 only uses lead shot?

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

How did Leslie feel about that?

Leslie was a crack shot in her day.

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

And the.410's the only gun you own? I've
never shot ducks with anything else.

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

I won't hold you up.
Better get this back in the safe.

15.6.

It's almost the same as Walter's
and about 2m closer than Frodo's.

You will have to add 3 degrees,
which will change the hypotenuse.

Why?
To allow for the tide.

I don't know how to do that.

It is easy.

C equals A squared

plus B squared.

Then divided by pi.

If in doubt, always divide by pi.

Right.

And finally, Jenny Lyons-

Can you hear that?

Eco Tours'?
That's right.

Is it electric?
No.

What, bio fuel?
No.

So what's eco about it? Well, it's nature.
That's what the tourists want.

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

I've got all my bases covered.
It's the maiden voyage tomorrow.

I need to know if you took a box of the Triple
X Steel shells from the DSA the other night.

No.

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

Bad luck for the.410'ers?

Would you mind if I
grabbed yours as well?

Yeah, help yourself...

cheapskate.
Waste not, want not, Jenny.

They were going to waste.

What's not to like?

Ka pai. Thanks for this.

You said on the phone
Walter wanted a word?

Yeah...
Nah.

Not really.

- He's struggling a bit today, so prob-
- What's the hold-up?

Nothing, cuz.

The detective's just leaving.
Yeah, yeah, he's just leaving.

Why'? Doesn't he want to know?

Know what?

Stop interfering, Tamati.
I'll say what I want to say.

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

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

I know I should have mentioned this earlier,
but the morning in question was chaotic.

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

But in the cold light of day...

I know it happened.

Are you sure you want to
say this, cuz?

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

What did you see, Walter?

Leslie Garrett was
shot by Wild Bill Baker.

Wild Bill Baker?
He seemed pretty definite.

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

Could be a bit tricky.

Hey, Mike.

Look, I know Uncle believes
he saw what he saw,

but, well, the thing is, is that
Wild Bill Baker died in 1987.

It says here William Hemi Baker
died in a hunting accident,

though his body was never found.
Technically, it remains a cold case.

Walter reckons it was him.

Right.

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

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

According to Walter...

Working on the reasonably solid
theory that it wasn't a ghost,

are we looking for a ninth shooter?

How'd you get on with Lance Gifford?
Lance is expanding his business.

And he still can't be specific about where he was on
the waterway, but supposedly somewhere south of here.

Could he have been on
Bill Baker's maimai?

Maybe. We need to look into
any possible motive.

We can park the Canetti kids, as
their ammunition doesn't match.

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

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

Don Ducker has no one
to verify his position.

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

Tamati Taylor is
covering for something.

And his uncle saw a ghost.

Plus we're yet to determine whether the
victim was hit by one shooter twice

or two shooters once.

All I know is that his nickname
was Grey Mallard Bandero.

He always shot from the same maimai, and every
year he took out the club's leader board.

Then, legend has it, he went
shooting on his own one day

and disappeared under
mysterious circumstances.

Our records have him as missing,
presumed drowned.

Well, then I guess that's what
happened. It was all before my time.

Did you see what Walter saw?
Nah, it all happened pretty quick.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Pull!

Holy shit!

Are you sure Jenny Lyons shot first?

Yeah, a fraction before 7am.

That's why everyone got a bit jumpy
- got caught off guard.

And then Leslie called,
'Don't shoot'?

Was the last thing she ever said.

Pity no one listened.

Glad to see you taking
this incident seriously.

Tell me more about Wild Bill Baker.

He was a legend.

Total legend.

Hands down.

Renowned for his bag count
each season.

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

He could get two birds with a barrel
each, then reload...

...and get two more off
the same flight.

Of course, he had the best spot,
but even so.

Then one day he was
taking his final shot.

Perhaps it wanted to
have the final say.

Some kind of utu, maybe.

That's what happened.

Just like that.

Were there any witnesses?

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

cold by the time the alarm
was raised.

By then, the tide had taken him.

At least he died with his boots on,
doing what he loved.

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

Because he's a legend.

What other way could he have gone?

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

Wouldn't be anyone else. His
maimai's been derelict for years.

No one uses it out of respect.

Even though it's the best spot?
Yeah.

Birds tend to fly from
east to west,

and Bill's rnaimai is angled in such a way that he
gets first look as they come over the ridge-line.

So why wouldn't someone use it?
Be a brave man who did.

He died there.

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

Could it have been someone else?

Nope.

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

I don't believe in ghosts.

But I do believe in spirits.

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

You're right handed.

That would be your trigger finger.

I know what you're implying.

It's my left arm that
does all the work.

With my left, I aim.

See?

Steady as a rock.

Are you an accurate shooter?
One of the best in the club.

Tamati?
Straight and true.

What about Don Ducker?

Between you and me'?

Don's a great chairman,

but he has trouble
getting his eye in.

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

God loves a trier.

Walter could be saying this
to deflect blame.

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

Out of panic, he decides
he saw Bill Baker.

He may even truly believe
he saw Bill Baker.

Tamati plays along in support.

Yeah, but why blame a ghost?
He must know that won't stack up.

Why not say it was someone real?

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

What? No, I'd say it
was pretty black and white.

They don't exist, and they certainly
don't run around discharging firearms.

If someone was there,
they were really there.

So we are looking for
a ninth shooter.

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

We're investigating; we're not
using it. I think it's OK.

The sound of nature.

Yes?

OK, thanks.

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

Suss him out. I'm good here.

Frankie Oades has been on a bender
for a couple of days.

He's been here the whole time?

Well, no. I mean, we don't offer
accommodation, but he's been coming and going.

As you know, the Toad and Lion is
an aspirational establishment.

We try to encourage happy drinkers.

When a punter gets morose, it's a
bit of a downer. But he won't leave.

How you doing there, Frodo?

He won't give me beer.

I can't serve him any more.

I think that's a good thing.

Is it? Beer helps me forget.

Forget what?

The first time I picked up a gun after Hayden died -
the first time, man - and this happens. I'm jinxed.

I doubt that. But you are drunk.

How about I take you home? You can sleep it
off and we can talk about that statement.

There's no beer at home. Yeah,
you don't need more beer, Frodo.

You're killing my buzz.

To be honest, it doesn't
seem like a good time.

What if I refuse to go? Then I'll have to
arrest you for being drunk and disorderly.

Think I'm feeling the
depressions.

Yeah, I can see that, mate.

Let's go? Come on.

There you go. One almond
and turmeric macchiato.

Thank you, Kimberley.
No sign of Frodo?

He's at the cop shop
sleeping off a bender.

Always sorted me out in my youth.

Not tired of wibbling
so soon, Detective?

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

Coconut milk flat white?
Thank you.

Urn, Jean, did you get your usual
delivery from Ollie Garrett on Saturday?

The duck egg man? They're
very underrated, you know.

Yes, so I hear.

They're fattier, you see, so they provide fluff and
lightness and general oomph to cakes and pastries.

And flavour too.
Right. So you did get your delivery?

Alas, no. Well, the deal is
first in first served,

and I've never missed out before,
so I can't complain.

But my Saturday Genoise
cake had to wait.

So if Mrs Marlowe missed out,
being sixth on the list,

does that mean nearly half of your clients
on Saturday didn't get deliveries?

Yeah, I didn't make it
through all of them. Ran out.

The girls, they weren't
laying well that week.

Sorry. My thoughts have been
like jelly.

You say you ran out, but when you arrived
home I saw eggs still in your ute.

Must've been the cracked ones.

So, do you remember your
last delivery?

Yeah. Um, I got to Mrs Campbell.

Before you ran out of good eggs?

Only the best for my clients.

OK, thanks.

Are, um, you doing all right?
Not really.

But what can you do?
Well, at least you've got support.

Jenny? Yeah, I guess that helps.

OK. Well, we'll keep you updated.
OK.

Good day for it, Detective.

Is Lance Gifford taking
Triple X Steels in bulk now?

What?
By the box.

No, no, just picking up some new
T- shirts. One for each day of the year?

No, they're for fundraising.

Do you want one?

I'll pass.

I'm interested in Bill Baker.

Why? Been dead for 30 years.

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

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

I don't see your name up there.

Well, as chairperson it might be a bad
look if I was hogging the limelight.

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

Nah, never.

It sits there as a monument
to his greatness.

Even though it's the best spot?
Well, that's a matter of opinion.

Walter Elliot believes that anyone wanting
an advantage would opt for that spot.

That'd be disrespectful.

Well, someone's been there
recently.

We found two shell cases.

At first glance, they seem to be
12 gauge Triple X Steels.

I didn't see anyone.

Were you wearing your glasses?

Of course.

Well, the shells are being
fingerprinted. We'll know more soon.

This here?

That's my great-grandfather.

Don Ducker Senior. He's with Henry Lyons
- Leslie and Jenny's great-grandfather.

The original stalkers?

First day of the season 1935.

They built this club from nothing.

I still use that gun
as a sign of respect.

Kicks like an old mule.

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

There's something timeless
about their simplicity.

Jenny Lyons still owns that gun?

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

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

Those men did not muck around.
12 gauge all the way.

Everyone squeeze in a little bit
closer. Don't be shy.

We all know each other, don't we?

Cheese, everybody.

Righto, everybody
take your 100% pure New Zealand coffees

back into the van and off we go.
OK? You've got a good smile.

All rig ht.
Lance.

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

Sir, this is your camera.

He's such a charlatan.
Double mocha?

Yeah, as relieved as I am to see you
open, Kimberley, hold that thought.

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

Shouldn't it be in a safe?

When Leslie gave it to me,
it was decommissioned.

It's an heirloom.

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

With Don Ducker Senior?

He fought in the Great War'?
Gallipoli.

My great-grandfather served, too.

Charles William Shepherd, Auckland Mounted
Rifles, Gallipoli, wounded off at Chunuk Bair.

Who knows? Maybe they were
trench buddies.

Auckland 6th Battalion,
arrived after Chunuk Bair,

fought til the end.

The Great War -
such an ironic name.

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

otherwise we wouldn't be talking.
Nice way of looking at it.

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

So much to organise to farewell Leslie.
Of course.

I will need to take
the gun to be examined.

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

I understand.
But all the same.

Hey-

How'd I get in here?

Well, Breen was taking you home when
you jumped out of the moving vehicle

and started taking your clothes off
at the traffic lights.

Man. That was the Tequila, I bet.

Shouldn't drink that stuff.

Perhaps not in such volume.

How's the head?
Bad.

I want my one phone call. Frodo,
you can have as many as you like.

We're letting you go with a pre-charge
warning. But we do need that statement.

But I want a lawyer. Well, you don't
need one. But if you so wish...

Yeah, nah, I totally need a lawyer.

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

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

Now everyone test your whistles.

Lance.

Lance!
All right, all right, stop.

Stop, please.

This had better be good. I got a
bunch of happy campers here

about to experience the tranquil
waterways of Brokenwood.

Interested in the local bird
life, are they? Indeed.

And what do we do, people?

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

Fingerprints!

Footprints. We leave only
footprints, Mr Chan.

These T-shirts. Are they members
of the Duck Stalkers' Association?

Look, what is this?

I'm trying to run a legitimate business here, and
police harassment looks bloody bad on Trip Advisor.

What's going on, Lance?

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

And they don't even know
what it says.

Excuse me. Photo?

No. Lovely red hair.
Yes, go for it.

No, please, stop. We love Kiwi ducks.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hello, Marion speaking.

Marion Ducker, ifs Detective
Kristin Sims.

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

No. Why?

It's just a routine enquiry.

Yes, sorry. Yes, I did.

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

Yes, I did.
Right.

Well, that's all I need. Thanks.

OK, bye.

Hi, Ollie.
It's Detective Sims.

It seems you made a delivery
to Marion Ducker after Mrs Campbell.

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

I can't actually remember.

Well, Mrs Marlowe received her order that week
and she's further down the list. Does that help?

Then I must've.

Yes, I did.

OK. Thanks.

Detective.

Salutations.

I'm here for the Hobbit.
What?

Frodo. He called me.

All that's required is a
statement of facts, you got it'?

Yeah.
That's all.

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

You've got nothing to hide.
No.

You've got nothing to hide, right'?
I don't want to hide anything.

Splendid.
I'll lead you through it.

Right.

Are we ready?

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

but Mr Oades is very happy to
furnish you with a simple account

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

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

Good. So, Frodo, can you tell me
about the events leading up-?

My client recalls very little other
than- I killed that Garrett woman.

Steady on there.
Nah, I did.

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

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

Right. My client is clearly hungover,
possibly still under the influence.

Both barrels, man.

Totally wasted her.

It was real misty.

I was calling the birds in,
thinking about my mate.

Just like old times, bro?

'It was supposed to be a day of
remembrance; you know, of celebration.

'I'd just gained the confidence
to get back out there. But then...

'that's when I saw Hayden -
over the other side.'

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

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

Frodo, where exactly was Hayden?

On this old maimai that this dead
Maori fulla used to shoot from.

Can you indicate it from this map?

It's that one.

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

Some weird hat and bandana thing.
His face was covered in camo paint.

So how could you be sure it was him?
No one else uses that maimai.

I was thinking about him real hard.

I summonsed his ghost, man,
and then it all turned to crap.

I know what I did. I gotta own it.

I know what I saw!

Or do you?

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

Gentlemen, can you give me a moment?

What happened to me
doing all the talking?

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

And you proved that, Frodo,
in spectacular style.

The Brokenwood Duck Stalkers'
Association is nothing

without its exclusive lease to shoot on Walter
Elliot's property. That's nothing to do with me.

You're a member.
So?

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

whereby you guarantee increased
membership to the DSA

in exchange for him guaranteeing
access to the waterways.

The fly in the ointment - Leslie Garrett and her
plan to shut down duck shooting in the area.

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

If you're suggesting that I shot Leslie, then how
do you explain the fact that I wasn't even there?

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

How can I can't prove that I was nowhere in
particular? You know what, this is complete bullshit.

Are you denying an arrangement
between you and Don Ducker exists?

Cos Don's on his way here now
to talk to my boss,

give his version of events.

I want to call my lawyer.

Thank you for
your honesty, Frodo.

I know that must have been
hard to talk about.

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

although, given your statement we may need
to enforce 'careless use of a firearm'.

Please! ls that it?
You have no evidence.

We have a confession, Dennis.

Made under the duress of
post-traumatic stress!

Not to mention a three-day bender.

Yep.

Lance.

OK. Where?

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

Say nothing. I'm on my way.

Well done, Detective.
You are quite right.

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

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

which purchases a temporary membership
of the aforementioned association.

Now, this is all completely legitimate under Section
21.1 of the Incorporated Societies Act 1908.

In other words, Detective,
as the old saying goes,

it seems pretty legal to me. And to
which my client admits, right, Lance?

That's right, I do.
Which is bloody refreshing,

given I've got another client
right next door

is admitting to something he, in
all likelihood, didn't do. Frodo?

Yes, foolish Frodo.

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

that is completely immaterial
to the event in question,

which is the inadvertent and tragic
death of a woman who, by all accounts,

was an accident waiting to happen, given she sailed
willingly into what can only be described as a war zone.

So unless you have any actual
evidence of any actual wrongdoing,

then this fishing expedition
must end.

You all right there, Detective?

Detective Sims, please.

Detective.

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

That's OK. Probably
easier in person. OK.

Ollie.
Don.

I'm hereto see Detective Shepherd.

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

You doing OK'?
Moving through it.

Don.

Could we go somewhere quieter?

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

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

No, that's impossible.

Don, they're a match.
They're not mine.

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

Or perhaps you shot from that maimai
and have been reluctant to admit it,

given it's a breach of code
amongst the other shooters. No.

We have three witnesses who saw someone on that
maimai. They all described him the same way.

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

And this is you
on the morning in question.

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

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

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

Man...

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

Hi.
Hey.

Do you want to come in?

'Her kids were away, and we both just
had this feeling that we wanted to...'

Like we couldn't help it.

And that was the only time,
the one time.

And then Leslie...

I just feel so bad.

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

I take it Don is not aware.

You think he would have
shaken my hand'?

I just can't believe that happened.

That was surreal.

Look, I will need to
corroborate this.

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

Over the years, it wears you down.

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

But not the eggs.

That was just an excuse
to get to know Ollie.

Our paths had crossed and...

I liked him.

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

And, well, then finally
last Saturday-

Between 7am and 8am on Saturday morning, were
you anywhere near the duck shooters' cove?

No.
Can you prove it'?

You're not suggesting we
killed Leslie?

My God. Seriously?

We look at all the possibilities.

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

No. God, no.

With Ollie, it was what it was,
but if Leslie hadn't...

Well, I'm sure everyone would
be none the wiser.

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

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

I can't make any promises.

Will you be all right?

What's going on?

Yeah.

Dectectives.

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

Funeral arrangements? I've had to organise
everything. Ollie's still so distracted.

Were you aware of any frictions
between Ollie and Leslie?

In what way?

Lingering resentments,
domestic violence issues.

Heavens, no. They were married
10 years. Perfectly happy.

It's come to light that Ollie was...

had... an affair.

So perhaps not so perfect.

Are you sure?
Yes.

Who with?

Marion Ducker. They've both
admitted to it.

Well... I didn't see that coming.

We're yet to verify the exact whereabouts of
both Ollie and Marion when Leslie was killed.

Wait, they were...?

That morning'?

No, no. Ollie would never
hurt Leslie.

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

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

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

Ollie claims it
was a mutual decision.

Not Marion, Leslie. She was
so absorbed in her causes.

Poor man.

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

reveal that it was fired recently. Well,
that's not possible. It was decommissioned.

Leslie told me
when she passed it on.

You never checked?

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

OK. Thanks.

Will I be getting it back?
After a few more tests.

Sure.

How many ducks would a
duck plucker pluck,

...would
pluck ducks. And how many...

...mother's pluck ducks with their
brothers... DC Breen. Hard at work, I see.

Senior. Mrs Marlowe was just
dropping off some food.

For Frodo. He's in the slammer.
I remember Frodo.

Mrs Marlowe, this is
Area Commandeer Hughes.

Well, hello.

Mrs Marlowe.
Jean, please.

Are you undercover?

Day off. But you know what they say
- no rest for the wicked.

Please, don't let me stop you.

Now, shall we try it
a little faster?

I should probably carry on.

Thanks.

What's this?

A bent piece of wire.
Haven't found any significance.

These shells here correspond to what
was found in Frankie Oades' maimai?

Yeah. They're Triple X Steels. It's what
all the 12 gauge shooters were using.

It's our main lead.
Except they're not.

Pull Frodo from the 'slammer' and
get me the key to the evidence room.

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

Confirming they're yours?

Yeah, they're mine.
I already admitted it.

They're over 15 years old.

So?

They belonged to my mate
who got killed.

I was having a shot for him.

Hunting just meant so much to him.

Even though you had access to a
fresh box of Triple X Steels?

I wanted to get a duck with
his ammo - for old times.

Before it all turned into
this nightmare.

See, this cartridge has the logo
of Triple X running down the length.

And this one says Triple X
here See the difference?

Yeah.

That tells me that these cartridges
- yours - housed lead pellets.

They're Triple X Lead, banned over
10 years ago after a law change.

The victim was killed using
steel pellets.

You know what that means?
They were dodgy.

No, Frodo. It means that you didn't fire the
fatal blast - or any blast that made contact.

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

You couldn't have.

I don't know what to say.

How about, 'I won't use
lead shot any more'?

Bugger that. I'm not shooting
nothing no more.

I was over it before.
I'm totally over it, again.

Frodo, if you were always going to
use Hayden's old shells,

why did you take the Triple X's
from the meeting?

Cos they were free.

I'm never gonna use them, though.
Do you want them?

No, thanks.
OK.

You've still got it.

Didn't get any ducks, though.

Crafty buggers were
staying on the water.

Perhaps they're getting smarter.

Always next year.

Gina.

Mike.

I am a sight for your sore eyes.

Any chance you could
translate this for us?

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

It would have knocked her around.

Please.

Did you say please?

How can I refuse?

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

For every action there is
an opposite and equal reaction.

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

Boom!

The force would have knocked her
to her right and off balance.

She would have dropped
the megaphone,

her left leg traveling across in
front of the right to keep balance.

But this is a boat, so the motion was continuous,
spinning her around, presenting her right side when...

Boom!

The second blast hit.

That's why she was hit on both,
the left and right.

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

If the blasts only came from the left bank, then
it can only have been Don Ducker or Bill Baker.

Or Jenny Lyons?
No, she was shooting lead.

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

...probably one and the same.

Don?

Don, are you out here?

Marion Ducker is in a critical
condition,

and we have an eyewitness who saw a figure
in a long dark coat leaving the scene.

But Dogs say the scent went cold.

Don Ducker's phone still off?

Yeah, Breen picked him up
at the clubhouse.

He took him to hospital.

Don's gun was found across the road from his
house, and his gun safe's been jimmied open.

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

Staged?
Feels that way.

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

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

Motive?
To get Leslie Garrett out of the way

to ensure his beloved Duck Stalkers
stayed viable.

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

Substitute 'die' with
'kill', you think?

Yeah, and if he's messed up enough to do that,
then he could have probably shot his wife,

devastated at her betrayal.

Bring him in.

Marion's parents have
picked up the kids,

drove them to the city. We didn't
want them around as we...

you know, tried to work
through things.

And did you...

work through things?

I said
I needed some space.

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

Big mistake.

Because? Because I wasn't there
when Marion was attacked.

If l had been, I could've
stopped it.

Would've shot the intruder myself!

Look, what I mean is I...

I should have been there
to protect her.

There was no sign of forced
entry into your house.

Marion probably left a door open. She wasn't
thinking straight, what with all the-

Yet the gun safe was broken into.
Yeah, well, there you go.

It's a burglary gone wrong. I mean, have
you talked to that bastard Garrett?

Ollie wasn't angry with Marion.

I see.

What, and I am? Your gun was
found dumped across the road.

The only prints on it were yours.

The expended shell cartridges
have your prints on them too.

OK, if they were taken from my box,
then they're probably the unused ones

that I put back the morning
I went shooting.

The morning Leslie Garrett was shot with
shells, again, bearing only your prints, Don.

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

But how angry were you?

Yeah, OK, I was angry.

But not like that.

Did you shoot Leslie Garrett?
No! I've already told you.

You were desperate to keep
the DSA afloat.

Did you pose as Bill Baker?
No.

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

Well, he's not saying anything else
without his lawyer.

Tell me it's not Dennis Buchanan.

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

He'll be here in the morning. Should we
charge him with something just to hold him?

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

He's not going anywhere. His house is a
crime scene. Should I book him a motel?

And get Uniform to keep
an eye on him.

It's late. Get some sleep.
Another big day tomorrow.

You know the difference
between myths and legends?

Try me.

Well, a myth isn't necessarily true;
it grows into a legend.

Whereas a person can grow into
a legend with mythical status.

But they were definitely real
in the first place.

Yeah, myths and legends, Mike,
ifs what our world's made up of.

It's how we explain everything
we can't explain.

Your Uncle Walter and Tamati - they
didn't see Bill Baker or his ghost.

Yeah, but they're not porangi.

They seen someone.

They did.
Yeah, well, any ideas?

We have a prime suspect.

Yeah, I heard about Don Ducker's wife.
Things are getting pretty weird?

Here's what I don't understand -

Jenny Lyons fired first and once...

...and then everyone else
fired twice.

I mean, why did everyone else fire
twice? It seems very arbitrary.

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

Lone Pine.

What?

Anzac Cove.

You OK there, Mike?

All right, since reading ain't much of a great
spectator sport, I might just get a move on.

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

Somewhere in here...

See this bent piece of wire?

What do you see?

In my expert opinion, Mike,
a bent piece of wire.

It is. And maybe so much more.

Gallipoli. Arrived after Chunuk
Bair. Fought till the end.

You've got a shotgun, right?
Yeah, a.410. A bird scarer.

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

A dead rat.

Why?
We've got some building to do.

OK.

Someone's been busy.

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

In December 1915, ANZAC troops needed
to evacuate the doomed campaign

on the Gallipoli peninsula.

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

So they set their rifles to fire
intermittently from the trenches

while they slipped down the hill and on to boats,
ferried away to safety on the island of Lemnos.

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

when in fact they were 30 miles
off the coast.

Ha! And this... is how they did it.

The drip gun. A cunning decoy.

The troops were
evacuated without loss.

And Jenny Lyons' great-grandfather
was one of them.

Let Don Ducker know that he
won't need his lawyer.

That's why Jenny's shotgun only
fired once, not twice.

She only needed one blast to
set off a chain reaction.

So Jenny created the illusion
of being in her maimai.

When really she was here...

dressed as Bill Baker's ghost?

Hat, bandana, trench coat,
camo paint. It was a gift.

But the shells had Don's
prints on them.

The two he held up at the meeting
the night before.

So please grab a box, see how they
perform, and I'll feedback to the company.

'And then while everyone else was getting
their free boxes of Triple X's...'

She had access to a 12 gauge
that we didn't know about,

hiding it in plain sight
above the mantelpiece.

Hang on a minute, Jenny was seen moments after
the shooting, coming out of her maimai.

Jared saw her running, screaming.

How was she not seen going from
Bill's maimai back to her own?

Good point. I'm not sure.

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

The...?

Sweet God.

That is huge.

Not to mention disgusting.
We have a real vermin problem.

If there's one rat...

That's a real Health
and Safety issue.

'There's, like, hundreds.

I promise you the station
is rat free.

I got Jared to bring it in
to help me prove a point.

How did you...?
The art of distraction

is how a person can move between two points,
in plain sight, without being noticed.

Where were all eyes focused
when the mist cleared?

Bugger.

Holy shit!

'Giving Jenny time to decamp
back to her maimai.'

No, no!

We only have a bent piece
of wire as evidence.

That's not going to
stand up in court.

I'm sure she'll cough.

About why she might want to
kill her sister?

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

Jenny, it's Mike Shepherd.

Try around the back.

Sorry, I was just putting
something in the oven.

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

Yes? Why's that?

We have a few more
questions about Leslie.

And Marion Ducker.

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

We'll bear that in mind.

It must be important.
It is, Jenny. Thanks.

Can I wash my hands?

I really hope this
doesn't take long.

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

We'll be as quick as possible.

Good, cos it really doesn't
leave much time.

I'll grab my coat.

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

Mike, there's no baking.

So I won't be coming.

Easy there, Jenny.

I have no interest in
coming to the station.

Mr Shepherd, you are to stay.

You - get out.

Jenny.
Get out.

Get out!

Sims, do as she says.

Mike, I can't... I'm pulling rank
here, Sims. Leave. That's an order.

Shit.

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

She had it all and she
disrespected everything.

What about the wildlife?

Birds Lives Matter?

It's pathetic.

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

And to subject lovely Ollie to
all that righteousness.

He deserved so much better.
By that you mean he deserved you?

Leslie was more interested in birdlife
than loving her beautiful husband.

It's little wonder he strayed.

You shot Marion Ducker?

It wasn't hard. I was angry.

Hands!

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

I want to see him.

That's not going to happen, Jenny.

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

I'm sure we all do.

So get him brought to the house.

Then you can leave.

We have AOS getting in position, but the
curtains are drawn, so we have no direct visual.

The Area Police Negotiator is involved
in another situation in Tahuna Point.

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

In other words, conduct
hostage negotiations?

You up for this, Sims?
Of course.

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

I'm traveling to you as we speak.

We have Mike calling out
on another line.

Let me listen, but we reply with
only one voice - yours. Understand?

Yeah, got it.

Yeah, OK, I'm putting
Kristin on now.

Mike, it's Kristin. Are you OK?

I am OK. I imagine there's some
activity out there.

As you might expect.

Tell the boys not to get
too enthusiastic.

I don't want any damage to the
paintwork on the Kingswood.

Top of mind, Mike. Top of mind.

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

on the condition that she gets
to see Ollie Garrett.

Copy that. Can I speak to Jenny?

Negative. She's not keen
on that idea.

Just Ollie, here, in 10 minutes.

It's a matter of some urgency.

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

Send for him, but under no circumstances
will he be allowed inside

or anywhere near a line of fire.
Understood?

Copy that, Mike.

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

That wasn't so hard after all,
was it?

Oi! Detective.
Not now, guys.

Jenny Lyons has your boss
at gunpoint?

Yeah. So she was the Grey
Mallard Bandero. Yeah.

Hey, Detective.

She's a crack shot.
Just so you know.

Thanks for that.

Did you call your sister?

No. You were keeping me busy.

Excuses. What's her name?

Susan.

She has a son, Theo.

No other family? No wife?

Not currently.

Marriage has never been
a strong point.

Why is it taking so long?

Maybe they're having trouble
locating him.

He only lives across town.

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

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

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

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

How do you see this ending, Jenny?

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

And then?

Then I'll be satisfied, knowing
that he'll be there for me.

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

Do you think he feels the same way?

Deep down.

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

With Leslie gone,
he can think for himself.

They won't let you see him, Jenny.
They will.

I promise you they won't.
It's a simple request.

It's not like I'm asking for a
million dollars and a helicopter.

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

Let's hope so.

Kristin.

It wasn't easy.

Ollie. Hi.

Thanks for coming.

I don't want to see her.
It won't come to that.

Then why am I here? Your presence
will help us talk her down.

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

I appreciate that, but we have a colleague in
there and we need to get him out in one piece.

If needed, can you talk to her
via phone?

Are you serious?
I wouldn't ask if I wasn't.

How much can one man take?

Sims?

We have Ollie here.

Here's what's going to happen.

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

An officer will approach and secure it,
then she can come out and speak with Ollie.

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

That can't happen, Jenny.

It's a simple request.
I'm not going to hurt him!

Sims, give us a minute.

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

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

You need to tell your people
to make an exception.

Tell them there are two shells in
this gun - one for you and one for me

if I don't see Ollie in person
in one minute.

Sims, is Ollie still with you?

Yes. He's ready to talk - out here.

Jenny needs him to come inside.
Can we make this happen?

Negative. She needs to come out.

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

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

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

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

He wants her to come out
so they can talk.

That's what he wants.

OK, here's the deal, all right?

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

Negotiate.

Demand to talk to him on the phone.

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

Jenny needs to talk to Ollie on the phone to
make sure he's there. Then she'll come out.

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

Do we have a deal?

That's a deal.

OK, we're putting him on now.

Hello?

Ollie.

You need to come out, Jenny.

How nice to hear your voice.

No one else needs to get hurt.

I wanted you to know how much
I love you.

I've always loved you
and cared for you.

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

I know Leslie drove you to it.

If only I'd been more forthcoming with
showing you a way out, a true happiness.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Do you love me?

I do.

You're a special person.

I love you, Jenny.

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

Do you think there's
still time for us?

I do.

Thank you, Ollie.

Thank you for your honesty.

We need to head out there now.

Don't answer that!

Are we OK, Jenny?

We had a deal. Jenny?

Why won't he answer?

I need to answer it.

D- Decline it! Do what I say - now!

OK, OK.

OK, that's not good.

Can you get him back on?

The liar.

After everything that
I've done for him.

Well, I was lying too

when I said there were two
shells in this gun.

There's only one.

No!

Shots fired. Shots fired!
Armed police!

How could he lie to me?
Enough, Jenny! Enough!

Just stop! Just... stop!

Just stop.
Mike, you good?

Yeah.

Jenny Lyons, you're under arrest for the murder of Leslie
Garrett and the attempted murder of Marion Ducker.

You have the right to remain silent, but anything you
say can be used against you in the court of law.

Looks like I missed the fun part.

Trust me, it's overrated.

You were in good hands. You OK?

Yeah.

YOU?

Yeah, all the better
for that being over.

Fancy a beer?

Susan, it's Mike.

No, no, nothing's wrong.

You know, same old, same old.

Just felt like a catch up.