All language subtitles for The Brokenwood Mysteries - St3 (01_04) - The Black Widower - Untertitel EN_2

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

THE EASTERN:
# Say, what you wanna do?

# Wanna turn it round.

# What you gonna do?
I'm gonna turn it round.

# When you wanna do it?
Wanna do it right now...

Hold on tight, folks. It gets a bit
bumpy up ahead in Brokenwood Forest,

one of the main locations
used for filming the trilogy.

And coming up on your right, a great
photo opportunity for Rivendella.

♪ I wanna turn it round. ♪

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)

It very small.
That's the magic of the movies.

Too small to be Rivendell.

In the movies, they film things
small

because they get blown up
bigger for the big screen, right?

If this was actual size,
it wouldn't fit in the cinema.

This is insulting.

Oh, you speak English.

Ja, of course. And I think
rings is not spelt with a 'Z'.

Well, Kiwi is an evolving language.

In NZ, the use of a 'Z' is
commonplace.

Maybe go closer?
Oh, no. No, no. No, no, no.

You wouldn't wanna do that.
Yes.

Not with possible landslides, orcs.
Orcs are not real.

If that's your attitude,
why'd you come on the tour?

For the lunch.

Mm.
Yeah, all right. And giant spiders!

Giant spiders!
Right, then. Back in the van.

Next stop - an excerpt
from Helmet's Deep.

BOTH: Yah! Yah! Yah!

Yah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

(YELLS)

Ah!

(ALL GASP)

(SCOTTISH-THEMED MUSIC)

Yah!

Thanks, folks. Feel free
to come and take photos.

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)

Helm's Deep was not in a glade.

It was a big battle
across varied terrain.

I want my lunch.
All in good time.

Satisfied customers -

you should try it sometime.

Next stop - Mirklewood.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

Whoa!

(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)

Gifford, ya mad bastard!

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Gotcha. You've blown
it this time, fella!

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Nothing to worry about,
folks. Just a Black Rider.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)

Mein Gott.

Mirklewood? This is
simply not correct.

Calm down. This is the best bit.

And it was about here -
well, over there actually -

that Bilbo Baggins
encountered the giant spider.

Can I have a volunteer to see if,
in fact,

that spider still lurks
here in Mirklewood?

(BIRDS CHIRP)

Great. Step forward. Come.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Don't be nervous -
it won't kill you.

Well, it might.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GASPS)
(GASPS, SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(EVIL LAUGHTER PLAYS)

And that's the end
of the show, folks.

(SCREAMS)

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

Gets them every time.
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)

Pretty scary, huh? Please tell your
friends -

Ray's Tours, a full 3D experience.
This is my wife, Debbie.

Debbie, say hello. Debbie's the
brains of the organisation.

I'm the looks.

Ray.

OK, Debbie, that's enough.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Debbie?

Debbie?

Oh my God.
Sweet Jesus!

(SCREAMING)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(SIREN WAILS)

Debbie, I don't know what you saw,
but it was obviously unexpected.

Something very very frightening?

You'll be out of
here soon. I promise.

You nodded.
What?

As if she answered your question.

Did I? That's weird.
It was rhetorical.

Isn't it always?
No.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Thanks.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Given the amount of web,...

maybe it's possible there is
actually a giant spider

of some kind living in here.

Are you serious?

Science has only scratched the
surface

of known species on the
planet.

Have you got a thing about spiders?
Ew. What? No. No, not at all.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
She was a diabetic.

I see.

She would have gone into a diabetic
coma

and not made it to her insulin
on time.

I guess that's one possibility.
That's the only one I can see.

It was always the sword of Damocles
hanging over her.

We used to joke about it -
the sword of Diabetes.

Do you remember her taking
her insulin this morning?

I wouldn't know. Wasn't
something we did together.

Um, we get lunch now?

Hey, Ray's just lost his wife -

serving lunch isn't really a
high priority at this time.

It was part of the
outrageous ticket price.

I know.
Then, uh, maybe you do it.

Um...

It's OK, boys. Take them back to
the Frog & Cheetah

and get them some burgers and chips.

No, not burger and chips -

what you say.

We do a great London pride sausage.
Please. I'll meet you there.

Everybody, come on.

You needn't go out of your way.

I'm a businessman -
word of mouth is everything.

Still, this is an
extraordinary situation.

Well, I can't risk bad
reviews on Trip Advisor.

Ray, I'll need a statement.

After I've dealt with these clients.
I'll meet you at the station.

Ray seems to be holding it together
very well

for a man who just found
his wife dead.

(PHONE RINGS)

Shepherd.
Mike.

Simon. Thanks for calling me back.
How's the vintage?

Uh, we'll know soon.

That case of rose
went down well last year.

It was Merlot.

Oh. Sorry. Am I still
on your Christmas list?

We'll see. Your wife, Linda...

Oi, keep your hands off.

Don't you think you've had enough
wives to last several lifetimes?

She's a diabetic?
She is. Why?

Has she ever fallen into a coma?

Uh, once. Messy business.
She forgot her shot.

Went quite la-la before
I realised and managed to jab her.

And if you hadn't?

I'd be a widower.
And pretty bloody sad about it.

Where are you going
with this?

An unexplained death.

Just getting some background.
Give my love to Linda.

Like hell.

Are we treating this as a homicide?
An unexplained death.

Coffee's made.

I'm good, thanks.

Here's the thing - I spoke to
Nigel Medlock and Billy Franks.

It was a doubly whammy -

not only did they get freaked out by
the spider...

..but then they'd be confronted
by a web-bound corpse,

and it
would really tip them over.

Like, it would
totally freak them out.

It worked every time.

Well, that is, until today.

It wasn't meant to be a real corpse,
and not, like, Debbie.

Debbie was a great boss.
Yeah, totally the best.

Debbie was always planted
ahead of the group.

Planted?

Put in her cocoon of spiders web.
Fake. Notable by its Velcro seam.

But she's trapped, right? Waiting
for the tour group to arrive.

She slips into a diabetic coma
and can't reach her insulin.

Which surely makes it
a workplace accident.

Yeah, which means that the only
actual crime committed

was the
fleecing of non-English-speaking

tourists with the ruse that the
Lord of the Rings

was actually
filmed in Brokenwood.

Pretty much.

Except that Ray Neilson's
response was very matter-of-fact.

Grief hits people in different ways.
(PHONE RINGS)

Gina.
Mike. Ready when you are.

On my way. Take Ray's
statement when he comes in.

Roger that.
And I'll type up my notes...

on a workplace accident.

This insulin pen,
this was in her pocket?

Right-side trouser.

Hm.

Is there anything at a glance
to suggest a diabetic coma?

I won't know that until I get
inside,

but the pronounced rigidity
is unusual.

Well, isn't that rigor mortis?

Maybe, but there are
the oedematous eyelids.

Edema what?

Swollen, Mike -
they are unusually swollen.

This is more like latrodectism.

Which is?
Usually caused by venom.

Perhaps snake, stonefish or
the poisonous golden dart frog.

None of those live in NZ.

Or a spider.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

I think we have found the culprit.
It is a black widow.

No, that would be a katipo.

I can't find any
site of a bite mark.

Well, what about these?

The thigh, a common site
for an insulin injection.

Evident here too, the abdomen.

You checked the mouth?

In soft tissue like the mouth,
there would be noticeable swelling.

What I can tell you is the time of
death was less than six hours ago.

Which puts it close to
the time of discovery.

The level of rigor mortis is perhaps
enhanced by the spider venom, but...

But you can't locate the bite mark.

I will keep searching while
I wait for Toxicology to report.

Until then, I can't attribute
the death to the spider.

What about a diabetic coma?
We will know more soon.

Thank you, Gina.

(PHONE RINGS)

Mike.
What do you know about the katipo?

The katipo spider?

One was in Debbie Neilson's mouth.
Wow.

Um, it's venomous, right?

Black with red hourglass markings.
NZ's deadliest spider, I believe.

That's what I thought.
As a matter of interest,

there's a research project based out
at Brokenwood Beach,

a PhD student
studying katipo.

Good. Find out everything we can.
Yeah. I'll, uh, get Breen on to it.

Did Ray Neilson have
anything useful to say?

No, he hasn't shown up.

I'm just about to head down to the
Frog & Cheetah.

I'll meet you there.

(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPS)

(PAPER RUSTLES)

Chandra Singh, arachnologist.
Meaning someone who loves spiders?

Mm. Do you have a problem?

No. Not at all. I'll give
them a call. No problem.

Best to visit. Scientists are
usually useless over the phone.

Sure.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

(PHONE CLICKS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Do you guys want another round?
Oh, yeah.

Same again?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hi. Is, uh, Ray about?

You the cops?
DSS Mike Shepherd; Detective Sims.

Trudy, Ray's sister. Got the news
and drove over from Riverstone.

That's good of you to step in.

Family - you do what you have to.

You might wanna leave Ray alone
for a bit. He's a bit sad.

Yeah, that's understandable.

I gave him a Valium
to take the edge off.

Is he sleeping?
No.

Well, then a quick
word would be helpful.

For him or you?

Perhaps both.

(COUNTRY MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

The idea was they weren't supposed
to be able to speak English.

Well, there was a German bloke whose
English was better than mine!

Yeah, thanks.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

No, no. Business as usual.

Ray, it's the cops.

Oh. Right.

Ray.
G'day.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, alright, Trude.
You sure?

Sister. Bit overprotective.

Well, it's good of her to step in.
Yeah, well, needs must.

I'm sorry I didn't come by earlier -
things went a bit mad.

Mixing whisky and Valium
may not help that.

It's just the one. Surely,
you wouldn't deny a man a drink.

It's not every day your wife dies.

I'm sorry.
That didn't come out right.

It's OK, Ray. Look, the post-mortem
has suggested thatP

Diabetes?

It's inconclusive, but there's the
possibility

that Debbie's fatality
may be the result of a spider bite.

What, a katipo? No way.

A katipo was found on her person,

but as of yet there's no evidence
of an actual bite.

Well if there was no bite,
then it wasn't a spider.

Well, we're still waiting
to hear back from Toxicology.

Obviously, we'll keep you updated.

You, uh, been burning the midnight?
What?

Oh yeah. Busy times.

Uh, when was the last
time you saw Debbie alive?

This morning.

Why?
What time exactly?

What does it matter?
Why, did Billy say something?

About what?
Billy, Billy, Billy.

Look, we had words.
It was nothing serious.

What, you and Debbie?

Well, how much bloody longer?
I've spoken to Damo,

and there should be another
van by the end of the week.

End of the week?
Well it's better late than never.

I could strangle you
sometimes, Ray Neilson!

Hi.

Uh, you know what? I'll
just, um, wait in the van.

We're missing out on serious cash.
I know.

We could be doing three times what
we're putting through now -

I know!
And if we don't take it,

Gifford and Davis will be rubbing
their hands with glee.

Damo is?
From Real Cheap Cars on Teeling St.

I was after another van,
to expand the business.

And Gifford and Davis are?
They're other tour operators.

Sounds like Debbie
was quite competitive.

Don't get the wrong idea.

She rubbed people up the wrong way,
but she had a bloody good heart.

It's always the way - you fight,

they die.

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

Oh, hell, evening rush soon.

Ray, you should take it easy.
Yeah, well life goes on.

I mean, it has to.

We need that statement, Ray.

Not now. I should help Trudy.
First thing tomorrow, then?

First thing.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DOOR OPENS)

The mattress - do you think that
Ray and Debbie were sleeping apart?

Looks that way.

And what do you think Ray meant
when he said, 'You fight, they die'?

Well, it's not uncommon -

when people lose a loved one,

they beat themselves up that the
last time they spoke was in anger.

Is that what happened to
you, when your wife drowned?

Me? No.

I was lucky.

(DELANEY DAVIDSON &
MARLON WILLIAMS' 'CANDYMAN')

(COUNTRY MUSIC CONTINUES)

# Little ones,

# Don't spoil the game.

# Your broken candied
hearts taste all the same.

# A little fun,

# A little pain.

# Yeah, looking in the mirror
as if it were another... #

Hey, dude.
Chandra Singh?

(SCOFFS) Do I look like a Singh? Or
a Chandra? It's a girl's name, bro.

Sorry. DC Breen, Brokenwood CIB.

I'm after some expert information
on spiders.

Arachnids.
Yes, arachnids.

Yeah. You're after my fiancee, bro.

Right. I left a bunch of messages,
but she never returned my calls.

Don't take it personally, bro.
She never answers her phone.

Too busy out in the field with her
eight-legged friends -

that's her
jag.

You're a spider expert too?

Oh, no. No way, man. No.
Elasmobranchology's my thing.

OK.

I'm a shark scientist.
Dr Byron Cotter at your service.

So, Chandra?
Oh right. Yeah. Follow me.

Living out here suits us both.
My subjects are out there;

Chandra's are right here amongst
the driftwood and tussock.

You must go out pretty
deep with your work.

No. My research is the study of
sharks in shallow water,

so everything
I do is within 100m of shore.

Really, they come in that close?

Yeah. Right now, I'd say
there'd be 35 out there.

Wow.

Yeah, I know them all
by name. Cool job, huh?

If you like sharks.
Like? I love them, dude.

Ah, there she is.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWK)

Hey, babe!
Sh!

Dammit. Lost her.
Sorry, babe. Hey, this is, um...

Detective Constable Breen.
Hello. Chandra Singh.

What did you lose?

A female katipo... ripe with venom.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWK)

Oh cool. Uh, that's
actually why I'm here.

There's a possibility there's been

a fatality from one in Brokenwood
Forest.

Whoa. Heavy.
I doubt it's true.

Katipo aren't forest dwellers.
Yeah, true.

Well, as part of a workplace
accident investigation,

we need
to understand more about them.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Get out of here, you monster!
Didn't see you there!

You have no right! I will
report you to the authorities!

You have to understand, she's
very passionate about her work.

Horses have no place in this
fragile habitat, no place.

Nobody understands.

Hey, I do, babe. You know that.

So, you think you can
help the detective?

Yep.

Sweet. Surf's pumping.
I might get one in before dark.

You really like to get
amongst your subjects, huh?

They're not my subjects, dude;
they're my friends. Catch ya!

Would you like to meetmyfriends?

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

(DOOR CREAKS)

This is where I work.

OK.
Do you know Delena cancerides?

Delena. Does she run the
Greek restaurant in town?

The Latin name for
the Avondale spider.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Whoa! That's...

a big one.
And completely harmless.

This is where we do the milking.
Milking?

Of the venom. I send it away to a
company that produces an antivenom.

It funds my research.

You can milk something that small?

Mm. With the help of a microscope. I
have Esther here ready and waiting.

Take a look.
No, I'm OK.

It's perfectly safe.

(SIGHS)

(GASPS)

Whoa. That's really...

(CHUCKLES)

(THUD!)

I hadn't eaten, OK? It'd been a long
day. The blood sugar dropped.

And you saw a spider.

Yes, I saw a spider -
I was in a spider lab.

It wasn't the spider; the lab was
very warm and...

And what did you learn?
Before the ambulance came.

There was no ambulance.

Chandra's adamant a katipo couldn't
have killed Debbie.

They're demonised, but
pretty harmless really.

But they are venomous.

Yes, but their potency is
overestimated.

You could say that
their bark's worse than their bite.

So their venom isn't lethal?

It is, but they only
bite if they're startled,

agitated or trapped against your
skin.

And even if Debbie was bitten,
it's unlikely to have killed her.

There hasn't been a fatality
from a katipo since 1901.

But more importantly, katipo don't
live in forests.

Their habitat is strictly coastal.
You feeling better?

But there was a katipo.
It was in her mouth.

Whoa.
So, then, how did it get there?

(DOOR SHUTS)

Senior, a Mr Zeigler to have a word.

Hans, isn't it?
Ja. I wish to make a complaint.

Against?

The Lord of the Ringz Tours.
It was ridiculous.

That is your complaint?

I have watched the DVD - none
of this was filmed here. None!

And there were motorbikes driving
through the scenery,

silly people
with wooden shields, a dead woman.

This is not fun.

The lunch was not what was promised.
They gave us burgers.

You don't like burgers?

Why would I travel halfway
around the world to eat burgers?

They were invented in Germany.

Not America?
Nein. Hamburg, of course.

But this is not important.

I want it recorded that this Ray
Neilson is a rip-off merchant.

Who has just lost his wife.

This is sad, yes.
But this is not my fault.

You said there were motorbikes?

Ja. And there were no motorbikes
in Lord of the Rings.

Why is this there? Nonsense.
So I wish to lay a complaint.

DC Breen will take your
details and follow up.

I hope he does.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

Zeigler reckons there was a
motorbike up there.

Ray never
mentioned a motorbike.

Maybe he would have if he'd given
us a proper witness statement.

I've tried all his numbers.
He's still not answering.

What about
Billy or Nigel?

It wasn't a trail bike -
a quad bike, a red one.

It was Lance Gifford blatting down
the track.

Woah!

He almost took out the van.
Ray was pissed off.

Gifford can't accept he's got
no permit to be in here.

Then he
goes and pulls a stunt like that.

It's our exclusive right for
health and safety reasons.

I mean, we're running a blimmin'
professional operation here!

Lance was always giving Ray
the finger any chance he could.

Oh, come on.

(BIKE MOTOR LABOURS)

(PANTS)

Come on. (GRUNTS)

(BIKE MOTOR LABOURS)

(GRUNTS)
Lance?

Yeah.
DSS Mike Shepherd. Detective Sims.

Nah, I won't shake.
What do you want?

You run tour groups with these?

Yeah, when I can.

Were you riding through Brokenwood
Forest yesterday around 11:15?

What do you mean riding?

Well, riding, racing,
going fast on one of these.

Nah.

Yeah, we have a witness
who believes you were.

You just about took out
Ray Neilson's tour van.

Is that right? Well,

I would love to have been blatting
through the forest

while Ray was
poncing around with his tours,

but I wasn't - I'm not allowed.

'Cause you have no permit?

That's right.
Even though I have every right to.

Despite what
Debbie Neilson believes,

that forest is not theirs to
colonise with their fake film sets.

Are you aware that Debbie Neilson
passed away yesterday?

Right. That's too bad. But, you
know, it couldn't have been me.

That caused her death?

No, it couldn't have been me riding
in the forest.

My bikes weren't
working.

All of them?

Yeah, they all had sugar
in their petrol tank.

Sabotage?
Ray bloody Neilson, no less.

Well if you're so certain,
why didn't you lay a complaint?

No proof.
(PHONE RINGS)

Excuse me.
(PHONE RINGS)

Which doesn't mean he didn't do it.
(PHONE RINGS)

Hello? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Um, well,...

the bikes are off road - literally.

Uh, maybe they'll be good to go in a
couple of days,

so then we could...
Yeah, righto.

That's bloody typical.

The calls come in when
the bikes are broke.

Did any other tour operators feel
the same way about Ray's Tours?

No, I stick to myself, mainly.

Are you sure about that?

Oh, Nicole Davis?

Maybe. I don't know.

OK. Thanks.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

I'll track down Ray,

get him to verify that it was Lance
Gifford on that bike.

Happy horse riding.

I tell you - me, horses and happy
don't belong in the same sentence.

(CHUCKLES) Hey, um,

if you don't mind me asking,
why were you lucky?

Hm?

You said you were lucky
the day that your wife drowned.

Ah, yes. She contacted me.

You mean, after she was dead?

Yeah. So I felt lucky.

Right.
Better go.

(CAR ENGINE REVS)

(MEL PARSON'S 'DARLIN' DARLIN')

# Hey, little darlin',

# What's got you down?

# Could it be the world upon you,
mama?

# Could it be the same old
sound?

♪ You gotta love again. ♪

Jared.
Mike.

This is where you get to
when the grapes are picked.

Well, I've always had a soft spot
for horses.

I moonlight for Nicole
whenever I can.

And where might I find her?

Follow me. You after some lessons?

Uh, no. Um,...

I prefer Holdens to horses.

Yeah, well, can't go wrong with
Nicole.

She's the best in the
business.

And she's a horse whisperer.

Mm-hm.

Nicole, this is Mike Shepherd.

Hello.
Hello.

Detective Senior Sergeant Shepherd.
Yes?

I have a couple of questions
about Debbie Neilson.

Oh, well, I'll leave you to it.

(BIRDS CHIRP)

I don't really know Debbie.

Debbie was found dead yesterday.

That's a shame.

I've gotta exercise these
two. I hope you can ride.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

It's a shame about Debbie.
She was a nice person.

Some people say she gave
local tourism a bad name.

If that were the case, her tours
wouldn't have been so popular.

Popular at the expense of yours?

Well, people who wanna ride horses

aren't necessarily interested
in tacky Hobbit tours.

You, uh, got on alright, then?

Well, I admit when her and Ray got
into the game,

things were a bit
tense. But we're still in business.

Lance Gifford feels a bit
more passionate about it.

Why, what did he say?

Very little. That's
why I'm talking to you.

(PHONE ALERT CHIMES)

Everything OK?

(WHISPERS)

Something urgent's
come up. Excuse me.

Uh, Nicole?

Giddy up.

Go that way?

(PHONE RINGS)

Brokenwood CIB,
Detective Sims speaking.

This is Mike's phone.

Gina, hi. He's not here.
Can I take a message?

But it is important.
I prefer to speak to Mike.

Gina, I can pass it on.

It's urgent.
Got it. Shoot.

What?
What is the message?

(NEIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Whoo-hoo!

Yo.
You're a sight for sore eyes.

Looks like you left
the handbrake on.

I've never really
related well to horses.

Yeah, well, horse riding's
a great way to get fit, Mike.

You think I'm unfit?

Well, there's fit,
and then there's fitter.

Oh.

Is that Lance Gifford?

Yeah. Must've got his bike
working. He's had troubles.

So he said.

Why did Nicole take off?
Yeah, sorry - we got a tour booking.

There's a group of people wanna
go for a trek

up the forest the
day after tomorrow.

It takes a bit of organising
with the float transport.

Nicole rides in the forest?

Yeah. Used to be a popular trek

before the Lord of the Rings thing
cut them out and had them banned.

I guess Ray's shutting down, so
Nicole's allowed back in there.

(PHONE RINGS)

Kristin.
Mike, the toxicology report

confirms that Debbie's death
was a result of spider venom.

Right.
But 10 times the lethal dose.

We're dealing with a homicide.
Got it.

(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPS)

Oh my God.

They're stunning.

I'm glad you think so. Most people
have an irrational response.

I've always thought
they were beautiful.

The thing I like most is, unlike
birds, in arachnids, the female -

The female is the bigger and more
beautiful of the sexes, right?

Right. You've done your homework.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Chandra, you told DC Breen that
one bite was unlikely to be fatal.

Unless the person has a pre-existing
condition,

such as asthma, heart
problems.

But 10 bites could be?

Yes, but one spider couldn't do
it. They don't carry enough venom.

So, Chandra, you collect venom.

Yes. To make antidote.

Mm. And I presume you store
it in vials somewhere safe.

Well,... yes.
Any gone missing?

When you say any, you
imply that there are many.

Well, how many do you have?

One. There's only ever one, and it
is barely half full,

and it is right here.

You need to understand that to
collect 1cc of venom

takes thousands
of milkings.

It's a laborious process. This...

is eight weeks' hard work.

So it's all there?
Yes.

And no break-ins or unusual
activities recently?

No.

There's no conspiracy, detective.
Everything is where it should be.

Do you, uh, make the antidote here?

No, I send it off to a lab,
which finishes the process.

They like my venom because I harvest
most of it

from outdoor-raised
spiders.

I farm them in their
natural habitat.

Free range.

It's better quality.
But I bring them in to milk them.

You said there were 15 in here?

Yes. I know them all by name.
How many out there free ranging?

Currently 142.
I run a breeding programme.

Is, uh... Is this one familiar?

Oh, is she the one in question?

I can't tell by a photo. I identify
most of them by personality.

You said their, uh, natural
habitat is the coast.

Yes.

Have you ever known one to migrate?

As in wander 2km
into the forest? No.

There are 14 in here.
What?

You said there were 15 in here,
but I can only count 14.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

That'll be Amber. Sometimes her and
Tara go walkabout.

They just return
to the wild.

After all, it's where they belong.

Are you sure this isn't Amber?

Like I said,
I can't tell from a photo.

Rather than walkabout,

is it possible someone
could have taken her?

No one comes here.

OK. Uh, thanks for your time.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWK)

A spider gone AWOL.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yep. But with 142
out there in the wild,

the katipo on Debbie's body

could just as easily have come from
out here.

Mm. And who would have thought that
the dairy farming model

could be
applied to spiders?

It's kind of curious.

As is the fact that
she's a diabetic.

The insulin pen on her desk.
Oh. How did I miss that?

You were too busy flirting
with the spiders.

G'day. How's it going?

Nice day for it.

Oh, yeah, it's beautiful
out there. 4.5ft, offshore.

You the other detectives, eh?
Mike Shepherd. Kristin Sims.

Hi.
Pleased to meet you both.

I'm Byron Cotter, Chandra's partner.

So, Byron, you, uh,
share a love of arachnids?

Oh, no way, dude.

No, I, uh, actually have a bit of a
thing about spiders.

But don't tell anyone.

Much happier swimming with
sharks. Oh, look at this girl.

3.5m bronze whaler.
(CAMERA BEEPS)

Just off the beach here. Eh?

Impressive.
Yeah, her name's Kitty.

Chandra wasn't too down, was she?
No, she was very helpful.

She just worries the katipo will
be demonised through the publicity.

The cause of death hasn't
been confirmed or released.

Sweet. Let's just hope people
don't get the wrong idea.

As they do with sharks?

Exactly, dude.

You, uh, take care out there, Byron.
Yeah, you too, dude.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

(MUSIC FADES)

What do we know?

Debbie Neilson was murdered,

but how the venom was administered
and by whom is still unclear.

Lance Gifford - had a genuine
problem with Debbie,...

was seen in the vicinity,
but denies it.

Nicole Davis also felt aggrieved by
Debbie's dealings with the council,

used that portion of the forest for
trekking.

She was familiar with the
crime scene.

Chandra Singh certainly has access
to the venom,

but has no known
connection to the deceased. But...

Ray does.

And Ray and Debbie argued that
morning

about expanding their
business. But was that all?

I mean, was this whole thing an
elaborate plan by Ray

to kill his wife?
We have to ask the question.

Where are we at with Ray?
He's still being elusive.

He's a witness, for God's sake.

I've left him half a dozen messages.

Perhaps there's something
he doesn't wanna say.

Keep calling him.

Meanwhile, I'll have a meeting with
a giant arachnid.

(SQUEAKING)

We'd come by after the LARPing while
Ray had them over at Mt Doomed,

and we'd make sure the spider was
rigged,

and then put Debbie in place
as the corpse.

Why didn't you use a dummy?

Well, Debbie wanted maximum effect,
and a dummy would just sit there.

Which is a little bit scary.

But with her as the
corpse, she could...

(ALL GASP)

..give a little lunge
and really ramp things up.

She really went that extra
mile to give value for money.

Yeah, well, she believed
in word of mouth.

Show them a good time, they'll
tell two people -

they'll tell
two people.

The ticket price was high, though?
Well, it included lunch.

Gold-plated sausage rolls?

Maybe. We don't know.

Well, that was
Debbie's department.

She took them off to a glade further
down the track,

and she wined and
dined them.

We were left to pack up.

Although, apparently, what
she did serve them was crap.

Debs, we can't do this!
They've already paid for it!

We can't serve them
that crap. It's wrong!

Would you mind trussing
me up in that suit?

Yeah. Why?

I like to play the victim.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

She always perched here.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hm.

(ROPES CREAK)

Once Debbie was trussed up,
she was a sitting duck.

So the killer could have easily
stepped up

and administered the
venom?

Yes. But how,...
we still don't know.

At that dosage, only would have
taken

a few minutes for her to
lose consciousness.

Whoever it was, they must have
known the timeline she worked on,

to be ready to take advantage
of that window of opportunity.

Lance knew.

And he was supposedly
there during the timeframe.

Nicole Davis?

Hm. Possibly.

Ray, of course, and Billy
and Nigel were the last to see her.

Not on this day.

So you'd, um, set up the rig

and help Debbie in and out of this
each tour?

Yep.

So on the morning of her death, you
would have been

the last to see her alive.

Normally, yeah.

But not that morning.
Something came up.

We're running late.

We need to head across and rig up
the spider and Debbie.

Don't worry - it's all been done.
Oh.

Debbie was a bit antsy about the
schedule.

She wanted to get away
early for a hair appointment.

Right.

I've just been up there.
It's all sorted.

So Ray was actually the
last to see her alive.

It seems that way.

Not something he's
mentioned up until now.

Then again, he hasn't really
mentioned anything much at all.

(BIRDS CHIRP)

Nice set of wheels.

Business must be booming.
It was.

You're a hard man
to track down, Ray.

Got a lot going on. You get
that when your wife dies.

Yeah, about that - you forgot
to mention

that you were probably
the last person to see her alive.

Sorry?

You were the one who
put her in the web suit.

I was.

Which was not the usual
way of doing things.

We were behind schedule.
Sorry - my mind was fuddled.

Which is why it would be good
to get that statement from you,

before anything else gets fuddled
or, even worse, forgotten.

I will.
Now would be good.

I've gotta get down to council
to sort the permit issue.

I'll be down straight after.

Ray, don't fob me off.
I'll be there.

What is the permit issue?

Lance Gifford wants to buy my
permitting rights to the forest.

He doesn't waste any time.

Well, he was never one
to pussyfoot around.

And you're being very accommodating.
He's a fellow businessman.

Or are you trying to make amends for
putting sugar in his petrol tanks?

What? He said that?!

He seemed pretty clear.
That's bloody libellous.

So you didn't do it?

No! Why would I? He had no
permit. He wasn't a threat.

Any idea who might've?

No. But it wasn't me.

Anyway, what does it matter?
They've got what they want now.

'They' being?

Lance and Nicole.
Peas in a bloody pod.

But I'm shutting down.
The forest is theirs.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

He wouldn't have done it.
Ray's not like that.

Right. Well, thanks.

But Debbie might've. She wasn't
above that kind of nonsense.

She could be a ruthless cow at
times.

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

This insulin needle that
was found on the deceased -

did you test it for venom?
Of course. It was negative.

But she could have been injected
with the venom

via one of these
or something similar?

It's possible, but unlikely.

Why?
That needle, it's 8mm, 30/31 gauge.

Around the abdomen, the scar
tissue

is consistent with
regular injections.

As you can see, many sites,

and all the holes consistent with
the size of the insulin needle.

But if one was penetrated with the
venom,

wouldn't the tissue swell
and harden, like a bee sting?

The insulin scarring makes it
impossible to differentiate.

Wait.

OK. There is one which is slightly
bigger than the others, maybe a 16?

18 gauge.

I will need to re-examine the body.

You do that.

Katipo delivers a fatal
bite - front page.

How the hell did that get out?

Cushla at the Brokenwood Courier
won't reveal her source.

Chandra won't be pleased.

Especially as it's
not technically true.

Debbie was injected, if not with
something like this,

then with
a needle of some kind.

Someone planted the spider to hide

the fact that the venom had been
administered.

They must have known
she was a diabetic.

And had access to needles.

Perhaps a fellow diabetic.

But also someone who
had access to spiders.

Chandra Singh, of course.
What about her partner, Byron?

Unlikely. He's a kindred
spirit of yours.

Meaning?

Byron has a thing about spiders.

I don't have a thing.
He has a thing.

You didn't do it.
Lance.

You said you'd sign over the permit.
Yes, I did say that.

But you didn't. I've got
a group booked for 3pm.

But then as I was driving to the
council,

with the words of Detective
Sims ringing in my ears

of you accusing me of tampering
with your precious bloody bikes,

I thought, 'Bugger you'.

I'm not handing you
anything on a plate.

Well, didn't you?

No, I did not.
But you know who did.

Do I?

Sign the bloody form.

When you retract your accusation.

Call Detective Sims and tell
her you had it wrong.

(MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY)

(PHONE RINGS)

Kristin Sims.
Yeah, this is Lance Gifford.

Lance.

I just wanted to say that I'm not
100% sure

it was Ray Neilson who
buggered my bikes.

Right. Well, you did
say you had no proof.

Yeah, that's right - I didn't.
But all I know is someone did.

Well, if you do find out anything
more substantial and want to -

OK. Thanks.

(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPS)

Happy?

Having just lost my wife, 'happy'
isn't a word that springs to mind.

Vindicated will do.

(MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY)

(PAPER RUSTLES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Do they know what really killed her?

What do you mean?

The mean-spirited
attitude you both had.

What the hell are you talking about?

How many people have you pissed
off in recent months, Ray?

That forest was for everyone,
and she had to block us all.

Shut it, Gifford. You can't come
in here and talk crap like that.

What, say what I think?
Why not?

It's a free country.
You're an arsehole. You know that?

Takes one to know one, Ray.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Get the hell out before
I take your face off.

Alright. Just take it easy, lady.

This is just a little disagreement.

We're all done?

We're done.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

So, what are we focusing on?

Ray Neilson said that Lance
or someone on a quad bike

was seen racing away from
this area of the forest

just prior
to the discovery of Debbie's body.

So if they were involved, there
should be tyre tracks nearby.

Yeah, well, given that this area
has been out of bounds for months,

any tracks should tie
back to that quad bike.

Match the tread to the tyres,
tyres to the bike - bingo.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Mike.

(SIGHS) Good work. Get the SOCO
team up here to take a cast.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

What have you found?

Not what I was expecting -

horse hooves.

They lead in here...

and out the same way.

Get me a specimen bag?

Oh. It'll need to be bigger.

Given that the forest is strictly
off limits to horses,

that dung could tell a story.

Woah!

(GRUNTS)

Kinda glad that was in plastic.

OK, and this is apparently where
they filmed Mirkwood.

And you can see the big spider over
there.

Lance seems to be back in business.

And pretty pleased about it.

(BIKE ENGINES REV)

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

So, this place is nice.

And the coffee's very good.

Mm. I thought we
should meet off-site,

because I've got something to give
you

that may not be appropriate
at the mortuary.

Something? For me?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

What is this?
Manure. Uh, from a horse.

Mike, this is horse shit.
Probably best referred to as manure.

Why have you brought me
this? Is this a message?

I think so.

That you think my work
is like horse manure.

No, Gina, on the contrary,

I think you're so good at your job

that you should be able to tell me
how old this is.

You know how to age human remains.
Of course. That is my job.

So surely, you could tell me whether
this is one day old,

two days or
more.

So this is a compliment?

I could send it to ESR,
but that might take too long.

Well, then, why did
you not say that?

Kiwi men, you are
strangely romantic.

Romantic?

I'll get to work.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Chandra, hi.

Look at what they've written.
It's not true!

I know.
Did you tell them this?

No. We're not sure how they found
out, but it's not altogether untrue.

Spider venom was the cause of death.

No Latrodectus katipo is capable
of 10 times the lethal dose -

I told you that.

Well, the how is still unclear.

Now there'll be a witch hunt going
on,

people out on the dunes wreaking
vengeance on innocent spiders.

Have you seen evidence of this?

It's only a matter of time.
I demand police protection.

Of the spiders?
Well, why not?

I don't think that's actually
possible.

Unless DC Breen was
free to stand guard.

Should any unusual activity
take place, you let us know.

But until then it's only a perceived
concern, not an actual threat.

They will come. You mark my words.

Keep in touch.
This is so unfair.

You know the other
thing that will happen?

Spider bites will increase.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(HORSE SNORTS)

(CAR ENGINE REVS)

Big day at the office.
Yep, happy customers.

You don't think your, uh, hijinks
in the forest are a bit insensitive?

To who?

Ray Neilson. Exploiting his props.

It's fair game. If he wants to leave
his rubbish out there, I'll use it.

Given his circumstances, he's hardly
had time to pack up his business.

Look, I'm just trying to make an
honest buck.

He and Debbie had that
place to themselves for too long.

I'm just reclaiming what's
rightfully mine to use.

Was that Nicole Davis riding away?
Yep.

Just passing by?

She just dropped off some more
brochures 'cause I was running low.

On the morning that Debbie was found
dead,

are you sure you weren't
riding through Brokenwood Forest?

I told you - my bikes were stuffed.

Ray's adamant he saw you,
backed up by his offsider Nigel.

Well, they're mistaken,
end of story.

You wouldn't happen to know
who owns one of these close by?

Every farmer, orcharder,
surf lifesaver has one.

It was a red quad bike,
if that's of any help.

Mate, they're just about all red.

Do you mind?

Where'd you get that?
Mirklewood.

It's trail pattern.
Cross-ply 25-by-10-12s.

This is pretty standard issue for
every quad bike off the shop floor,

so good luck with that.

Happy cleaning.

(MOODY MUSIC)

I want to see the ginger man.
He's very busy right now, sir.

This is of the utmost importance.

Can I help?

This gentleman wants to
follow up on his complaint.

I do not understand why you
will not take me seriously.

Mr Zeigler, come through.

The tour you went on
actually broke no laws.

Nonsense.

We've spoken with the lawyer
who set up the company,

and due to the spelling of
the word Ringz with a 'Z',

it meant you were partaking in a
tour of a film

that didn't really
exist.

Oh, I agree - Lord of the Rings

with an 'S' was never filmed
around Brokenwood.

So it's illegal?
No.

Because a trilogy of films called

Lord of the Ringz with a 'Z'
may have been.

Possibly an obscure franchise,
straight to DVD.

People pay you to come up with this?

Ah, as much as I'd like to
claim it as my own, I can't.

Mirklewood, Rivendella,
Mt Doomed,...

Helmets Deep.

All in all,
seems pretty legal to me.

This is technical.

Technically legal,
according to his lawyer.

But misleading.

It could be seen that way, I agree.
And dangerous.

One minute, we are taking photos;

the next, we are almost killed by a
madman on a motorbike.

We're aware of that.
And what about the lunch?

He said there would be soup,
and I got burgers.

Soup, burgers -
the point is you were fed.

The point is, I was misled,

and you won't do anything about it.
I can't.

What do you call this
Mickey Mouse House of a town?

Brokenwood. It's called Brokenwood.
Exactly.

(WHIMSICAL MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS RETREAT)

(KNOCKS AT DOOR) Trudy, hi.
You looking for Ray?

Yes.
He's not here.

OK. Well, he's obviously not asleep.

He's at church.

Making a confession?

I wouldn't know.

Which church?
St Judas on Dunphy's Rise.

Thanks.

Um, did many people know
that Debbie was a diabetic?

Was she?
You mean, you weren't aware of that?

Should I have been?

I just thought that as Ray's
sister, you might have...

Debbie and I weren't close.

If she had medical issues, I guess
she kept them to herself.

Right. Well, I'll head up to
St Judas.

Um, you hold the liquor
licence for the Frog and Cheetah?

I do.
What happened to Ray's?

It's been temporarily suspended.

Oh, so that's why you're here.
I thought it was because of Debbie.

Two birds with one stone.
So, why was it suspended?

Ray got himself into an altercation
with the licencing inspector.

He flies off the handle sometimes.

But he'll be cleared.

He wasn't in the wrong -
the inspector's an uptight moron.

There's nothing to see here,
detective. Ray's a good man.

Poor taste in women, but a good man.

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Ray.
Oh boy.

Reverend Greene.
Kristin.

Nice to see you.
You stood me up again, Ray.

Sorry. Have a lot going
on - funeral arrangements.

On that note, when will Debbie be
made available

for us to do what
we do?

As soon as the coroner
releases the body.

A spider bite, I believe.
A terrible thing.

Rubbish. It was a diabetic coma.

Spider venom was found
in her system, Ray.

The scientists don't
always get it right.

I see.

There may yet be further
toxicology tests to be done.

To tell them what I already know.

Well, what you know, Ray,
we'd like to know too.

So your witness statement
would be incredibly helpful.

Yes, yes.
Now? Would that be OK?

I'll meet you at the station.
Thanks again, reverend.

You're most welcome, Ray.

Such a tragedy, losing his wife.

Indeed.

Especially with the
tours going so well.

The Lord of the Ringz?

Enterprise is good
for the local economy.

But somewhat dishonest.

There's nothing wrong with a little
suspension of disbelief

and role
playing,

especially with such
a marvellous story.

Regardless, the movie wasn't
actually filmed in Brokenwood.

Christ wasn't born on the 25th
of December,

but that doesn't
stop us calling it Christmas.

Swings and roundabouts,
detective. God bless.

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(PHONE KEYPAD CLICKS)

Mike, Ray Neilson is on
his way through the door.

(HAUNTING COUNTRY MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Coffee? Tea?

It won't hurt a bit.

I wasn't avoiding you -
it's just a hell of a thing.

It's all a bit much
really.

We appreciate that.
Thanks for coming in, Ray.

Sorry, Ray - uh, one more question.

Uh, you said you saw Lance Gifford
on his quad bike.

Like I said, he nearly
took us out in the van.

Yeah, Lance denies it.

Well, he would -
he shouldn't have been there.

Gifford, ya mad bastard!

I have him on my phone.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
Gotcha.

I don't see anything
resembling what you describe.

Give it here.

At 11:12am, there are
a few photos of you.

Bloody hell. The camera's bung.

You must have had it on selfie mode.
It was him, I tell you.

Ray, did Debbie have life insurance?

No. We didn't believe in it.

The Frog & Cheetah is my life's work
and my life's insurance.

Which is in Debbie's name.
For accountancy purposes.

So the ownership of the Frog &
Cheetah

reverts to you once Debbie
is dead?

Of course. Because she's my wife.

Who has been murdered.

What are you saying?

Debbie was murdered, Ray.

How?
The effects of spider venom.

Nonsense. She was a diabetic.

It's all there in
the toxicology report.

For Debbie to have received 10 times
the lethal dose of a spider bite,

it can only have happened
deliberately.

Well, who would do that?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

She was a bloody good woman just
trying to get us ahead.

Everyone loved Debbie.

Come on, Ray.

Your tourism business rubbed a few
people up the wrong way -

I mean, Nicole Davis,
Lance Gifford.

And jealousy is ugly.
What can I say?

Have you talked to him
about the threatening notes?

What notes?

Here's another one -

'What you are doing in the forest
is immoral. Cease and desist.

'You have been warned.'
(SCOFFS) Bloody Lance.

Why didn't you report it?

We thought it was just a bit
of business rough and tumble.

Have you still got the notes?
We have cleaners, you know.

And you're sure it was Lance?

No.

Because? Because Debbie wasn't
universally liked, was she, Ray?

So it could've been a number of
people.

That's your opinion,

just like it's your opinion that it
wasn't a diabetic coma.

It's not opinion - it's fact.
The pathologist is clear.

Debbie was injected
with spider venom,

and you need to be more forthcoming

with reasons why someone might have
done that.

Or what?

Or we might start thinking
you're hiding something.

If I have to accept that she died
from a spider bite,

I will, but not that she was
murdered.

It makes no sense.

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)

Strange. He's in total denial.

Well, if Debbie was murdered,
that would mean there's a murderer.

And maybe that's something
Ray doesn't wanna face.

(PAYOLA'S 'DIRT AND STARS')

♪ When it comes to a matter
of losing faith in you, I... ♪

Lance Gifford is adamant he
didn't send any of the notes.

You saw him?

As I say, it wasn't me.

I mean, what they were doing up
there wasn't immoral;

it was just plain rude.

Innocent by turn of phrase?
Interesting. (CHUCKLES)

Gina is in your office.
She's brought you a present.

What?

I'm guessing it's
a Russian cultural thing.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

Gina.
Mike.

Look at that.

I have the results.

48 to 72 hours.

Plus now 35 minutes.

You were late.

So up to three days, more or less.
Yes. I hope you are happy.

Very.

Is there anything else
you would like from me?

What?
I enjoyed this task. It was unusual.

You challenged me.

I like that.
Good.

Uh, well, no - that's all for now.

OK. You know where to find me.

I do.

Thanks, Gina.

(RUSSIAN-STYLE MUSIC)

You obviously liked your gift.

Just what I always wanted (!)

Boss.

Get this - Chandra Singh

earns US$1500 per
cc of spider venom.

How much is 1cc?
1 mil. One-fifth of a teaspoon.

There's money in arachnids.

Check this out -
Ray's Trip Advisor feedback.

Most of it's in various
Asian languages,

but the few compliments that are
in English are signed RN or DN.

Ray Neilson.
Debbie Neilson.

Not exactly subtle about stacking
the deck in their favour, right?

Mm. I'll get the rest translated.

Smells like horse crap in here.

Nice day for a ride.
Every day is.

Do you, uh, have a trek?
Yep, busy morning.

I won't hold you up -

I just wondered when the last time
you rode in the forest was.

A while ago.

Can you be specific?

Well, the place is off limits unless
you're a permit holder.

No one's
allowed up there.

So you haven't been up
there in the last three days.

Like I said,
the place is off limits.

Have you ever been to the giant
spider site

that Debbie and Ray
Neilson had up there for their tour?

Why would I? I'm not into hobbits.

Do you mind? I'm on a really tight
timeline.

Of course.

Do other people ride up there?

I told you - the place is off
limits.

Debbie Neilson had a
special deal with the council.

And other horse people
adhere to that?

Well, better than paying
a thousand-dollar fine.

You, uh, obviously don't
have a problem with spiders.

What?

Well, some people get a bit,
you know, thingy about spiders.

Well, I have no feelings either way.
There's plenty around these parts.

Oh. Have you ever
encountered a katipo?

No.

Not even the polythene
one in Mirklewood?

Oh, that thing is pathetic.

I thought you'd never been up there.

Oh, I've heard about it. Everyone's
heard about it. It's a joke.

Oh.

These look interesting.
What are they for?

Control of ticks and intramuscular
issues. That's all.

I'll, uh, let you get on.

I just wanted to be clear that this
didn't belong to you.

Me?
Well, one of your horses.

You brought me a bag of dung.

Manure. We found it at the spider
site.

I wasn't sure what to do
with it.

Well, keep it. Put it on
your garden. I got plenty.

I might just do that.

Have a good ride.

You know, I'm not the only person
with a horse in the district.

Gruss Gott! Good morning.

Mr Zeigler.

Welcome.
Thank you.

Come this way.

You after those lessons, Mike?

Three days ago, Wednesday morning -
were you working here?

Uh, yeah.

With Nicole?
Yeah, I was holding the fort.

So she wasn't here then?

Is this, like, one of
those official questions?

Nicole's a good lady, Mike.

It seems that way.
Yeah, she was out riding.

Do you know where?

She didn't say.
Oh.

(BIRDS CHIRP)

Hey, what time you wanna
go for that run tomorrow?

What run?

Well, you said you
wanted to get fitter.

Did I?

Yeah, I'm pretty positive
you did. What do you reckon?

Mrs Marlowe. You shouldn't have.

Sam. Nice to see you.
No, these are for Ray Neilson.

I always believe that flowers

are the best on the third day
of mourning.

The adrenalin's gone, and those
left grieving

need a bit of
a pick up about then.

They're red and black.

Yes, nice and masculine,
don't you think?

They're, um... They're
the same colour as the...

katipo.
Yes.

Could be a little insensitive.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

It's best to talk about these
things, get them out into the open.

It's like vaccination - a little
bit of what hurts does you good.

Well, that's one way to
look at it. Have a nice day.

It's especially tragic,...

uh, given that Ray's first
wife went the same way.

(PHONE RINGS)

Breen.

Ray Neilson's first wife, Lara, was
killed by a spider bite in Brazil.

Get me all the background you
can on it, and get Ray back in.

Yep.

Why didn't you mention Lara's death?

Perhaps because it's
none of your business.

Trude. Look,...

Lara was the love of my life.

This was 30 years ago.
Do we need to drag up bad memories?

It's OK. We were on our big OE,

seeing the world as Kiwis do in
their early 20s.

He wanted to go to Rio;
she wanted to go to the Amazon.

Trude, I've got this. We argued
about it.

She stormed off into the
jungle near where we were staying,

Straight into the web of a Brazilian
wandering spider.

It bit her in the face.
She was dead in two hours,

two excruciating hours.

The Brazilian wandering spider is 10
times more deadly than the katipo.

10 times?
Yes.

Well, you seem to know
a fair bit about it.

When you go through something like
that, you learn a lot,

whether you
want to or not.

It makes sense why you weren't keen
to accept

that Debbie was bitten by
a spider.

What are the odds, eh?
Debbie's death is karma for Lara.

Don't think that, Ray.
Lara's death was not your fault.

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Interesting. Trudy didn't say that
Debbie's death wasn't Ray's fault.

We're going back out
to Chandra Singh's.

Wanna come?

I should probably translate
the rest of the Trip Advisor.

Yeah.

Are you here to stop the
thugs out on the dunes?

Have there been some?
Not yet, but I know it will happen.

Well, let's hope not.

Hope's not enough. Latrodectus
katipo are an endangered species,

less than 2,000 left in the world.

Once they're gone, they're gone.

Do you really want that on your
conscience?

We'll let our staff know to keep an
eye on the area.

A police presence
should be a deterrent.

Thank you. Now, how can I help?

Do you know Ray Neilson?

The fisherman.

No, he's a publican.
He owns the Frog & Cheetah.

Well, he's also a fisherman.

We met on the beach.

He's a nice man.

He told me he'd had a bad
experience with a spider once.

They're shy.
They're polite, sensitive.

This one's Phoebe.

Phoebe, meet Ray.

The weird thing is I was never
afraid of spiders, still aren't.

You've gotta admire those webs.

Mm.
They're artists.

Others might be tempted to seek
vengeance

on an innocent soul
like Phoebe, but not Ray.

Chandra, it's happened again!
It's still goddamn happening.

Oh, no, baby.

Can't you do something?

(SEAGULLS SQUAWK)

You've gotta do something!

You can't just cut off the fins and
throw it back to die!

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

I've alerted the Ministry for
Primary Industries

about the
shark incident.

Noel Cleland?
Yeah.

Man, if he catches the culprit,

they'll be roasted in the fires
of hell with extra brimstone.

Well it's over to them. It's
more Fisheries domain than ours.

Uh, Ray's waiting.

Is Buchanan with him?
Mm-hm. You coming?

No. Let them think they
can divide and conquer.

Gentlemen.
Detective.

Let's keep this brief, shall we?
My client's under a lot of strain,

and he's fully cooperated with his
witness statement.

There really
must be little to discuss.

Chandra Singh.

What about her?

You know her.
I met her once or twice.

And you're aware of what she does?
Yes, I know.

That depends entirely
on what 'does' means -

she breathes, she eats, she may
collect stamps in her spare time.

Be specific, detective.

Alright.
She's a spider scientist, Dennis.

An arachnologist. So?

And a nice girl.
I met her when I went fishing.

Can't a man go bloody fishing
without being accused of murder?

Whoa, slow down, Ray. Right? No
one's accusing anyone of murder.

Aren't they? Isn't that
what this is all about?

Is it, detective?

Because if it is, it's a game
changer on how we must proceed.

You think I killed Debbie.
But I didn't do it. It wasn't me.

But someone did,

and we need to clarify a few things

to help us focus on who that might
be.

Such as?
So, you met Chandra at the beach.

And? Anywhere else?

I took some photos of her spiders.

Phoebe and Cindy and Anushka,
if I can recall.

And this was inside her laboratory?

Come on, girls. Show me
some leg - all eight of them.

The shots were for the model maker

to construct the giant spider in
Mirklewood.

Which is why it looks so accurate.
Please. It's polythene and foam.

From which many tourists have
been delighted through terror.

I'm sorry, detective,

are you maligning my client for
being an entrepreneur?

For getting off his chuff and
creating one of the most successful

tourist operations in the country?

Alright, Dennis, now you're
really sounding like a lawyer.

Which is what I am, protecting my
client

from leading questions and
insinuation.

I know where you're going with this.

I did nothing to harm Debbie.

Nothing.

Which is probably all
that needs to be said.

Long black, two sugars.
Ta.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Business meeting?

Is there a problem with that?
I wouldn't have thought so.

Unlike other operators, we can see
the benefit in working together.

I guess there's only a certain
amount of money to go around.

Exactly. You know,
we're happy to share it.

I need another coffee.

Unfortunately, others weren't,

or they may still have been in
business today.

Meaning?
Well it makes you wonder, right?

How a crappy, poxy business like
Ray's Tours

could do such a great
trade.

I mean, what else
was going on up there?

What's the soup today?

Oh, it's seafood chowder. It's
pretty good.

But you're too late,
'cause I got the last serve.

Fair enough.

Good luck, Lance.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(SIGHS)

Nice car.

Thanks.
Then why aren't you driving it?

(SEAT BELT CLICKS)

Anywhere in particular?

No, I prefer to be moving.

That horse dung -
it's from my horse Milly.

I had a hunch.

So you went to the spider
site. To sabotage it?

I thought it was Lance I heard on
the bike, but it didn't make sense.

(BIKE ENGINE REVS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

I panicked.

So, why didn't you report it?

I was going to, but by the time
I got back,

the news had already
broken.

And I just didn't
want to get involved.

And risk a thousand-dollar fine?
Horses are expensive to keep.

I know it was the wrong thing to do.
It was.

Did Lance know?
It was his idea.

So it was him on
the quad bike, then?

No, I don't know who it was.

His bikes were stuffed, uh, thanks
to Debbie and her packet of sugar.

That's why you were
on horseback, then.

Yeah.

I presume I'll be charged with
something, but it's a load off.

I knew you'd find out.

Why's that?

Well, word is you're
good at your job.

I figured you'd take that dung and
have it tested

for DNA on my horse
or something.

I'm flattered.

Actually, I was gonna put it on my
garden like you suggested.

After I got it back from the lab.

I'm gonna need your statement.

And you're gonna need a lawyer.

Boss, translations of
Ray's Trip Advisor fans.

Almost unanimous in praise for the
experience,

but mostly about the
special lunch.

Ray's Tours would have to be the
first NZ tour operation

famous
for its cuisine.

Debbie and Ray must've really
mastered

the filled roll and
custard square.

Their MO was more than
sharing the love of Hobbiton.

Ray visited Chandra's lab.

So, if Ray wanted to knock off
his wife with spider venom,...

..he had clear access to source it.
Better than that.

You're a diabetic?

(SIGHS) It's such a pain.

My wife's diabetic.
Hm.

Which means Chandra knew
about Debbie's condition.

And according to a friend who works

in the university research
department,

Chandra's funding was
cut off three months ago.

So selling the venom to the antidote
producers

was all that was funding
her own precious research.

But demand is small now,

supplies are replete because no one
is getting bitten.

So she wouldn't be adverse to a
little hysteria to create demand.

You could argue that Chandra
needed the katipo to make headlines.

(ROCK MUSIC)

Not a bad effort, Mike.

How long was that?
Six and a half minutes.

Which given there's 23 hours and 54
minutes left in a day,

leaving time
for improvement, eh?

I'll take your word for it.

You seen this?
Yeah. Sick.

Ooh. You know, I think might
take up horse riding after all.

At least you get to sit down
while you're getting fit.

And lunch.
Lunch?

Yeah. Nicole's thinking of providing
lunch for the punters. Big spread.

Seems it's the way to go.

Why?
Well, market pressure.

This vanload turned up yesterday,
gave her a hard time.

They want the special lunch,
like the Lord of the Ringz tours.

Maybe it would be good for business.

Special lunch?

No, not burger and chips -
what you say.

Well, it makes you wonder
all right, how a crappy, poxy

business like Ray's Tours
could do such a great trade.

So, coffee at mine?

No, I'll get one at the station.

Oh, Jared, hey, uh, thanks for the
pain and suffering.

Mike. Have you seen the paper?
Yeah.

If Chandra is after headlines,
her boyfriend is upstaging her.

He sure is. Get Ray Neilson back
in. I'll be there in 20 minutes.

What were you serving your
tourists for lunch, Ray?

Detective, menus now? Please.
How is any of that relevant?

It's completely relevant.
I never served them; Debbie did.

There you go. Not relevant.

Then what did Debbie serve?

He might not know
what Debbie served.

It's OK.

Maybe it's not OK, Ray.
I advise you to stop -

On occasion when it was up to me,

they got fish and chips, nothing
more.

Nothing more from the sea?

No.

Then they weren't happy
about it, were they?

No.

Not when they expected and have paid
handsomely

for shark fin soup, right?

I request some time
alone with my client.

No, it's not necessary.

My client was unaware of any -
Stop it, Dennis. I've got this.

Alright, I knew about it.

But believe me, I detested it.
I refused to serve it.

Debs, we can't do this.
They've already paid for it.

We can't serve them
that crap! It's wrong!

But Debbie was stubborn.

She believed the customer was
always right. I felt it was wrong.

It should be noted here that serving
shark fin soup is not illegal.

True. Which is not to say that
it's not completely immoral.

Yes, but it is not a crime unless

Ray finned the shark himself
in NZ waters.

Which I take it you didn't do?
'Course I didn't bloody do that.

I flat-out refused to have
anything to do with it.

I took the bookings, I drove the
van,

but there was no way I'd do
the lunches.

Why didn't you mention this before?

Because she was my wife.

And even though she's passed on, you
don't wanna be disloyal.

And any association with murder

would count against me getting
my liquor licence back.

The Frog & Cheetah
is everything to me.

Thanks, Ray.

Tuesday mornings.

At daybreak.

I believe she met a boat down at the
wharf.

That's where she got the damn
stuff.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

Ray's off the hook?
Saddle up, Tonto.

Where are we going?
To sample some spider venom.

Now, that just sounds plain foolish.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

(BRAKES SQUEAK)

Actually, you probably don't need
all three of us. I'll scout around.

For?
Important stuff.

Test the vial? Why?

To be sure there
is venom in there.

Of course there is - I put it there.
Well, we need to be certain.

You don't understand - there are
thousands of milkings in there.

Even so -

To test the vial will destroy all of
my hard work.

Even with Byron's help
it'll take months to catch up.

The thing is, it may
already have been destroyed.

Do I have a choice?

Hello?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

H2O and sodium chloride.

It's nothing but saline.

How could this happen?

That's a question
better asked of Byron.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Another one!

When will it end?

How do you stop this?

I don't know.

But killing people is never a great
solution to anything, Byron.

What do you mean?

When Ray Neilson mentioned his wife
was a diabetic,

it all fell into
place, didn't it?

You're a diabetic?

(SIGHS) It's such a pain.

Mm. My wife's diabetic.
Mm.

After you'd warned Debbie several
times,

you decided to take it
further, much further.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Far from having a fear of spiders,

Chandra explained that you were
a great help around the lab.

What was your theory?

(SEAGULLS SQUAWK)

Cut off demand to stop supply.

(BIKE ENGINE REVS)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

Who the hell are you?

Are you with Lance?

I warned you,
but you wouldn't listen.

No, please. I didn't know.
I thought it was about the bikes!

You're lying.

(SCREAMS) No! What are
you doing? (SCREAMS)

(PANTS)

(WHIMPERS)

(WHIMPERS)

How could you?

I'm sorry, babe.

How could you? You monster!
You selfish monster!

OK, it's OK, Chandra.
Come on. Come with me.

Dr Byron Cotter, you're under arrest
for the murder of Debbie Neilson.

You have the right to remain silent.

The people who did that -
they're the real criminals, right?

It's just another terrible way to
die, Dr Cotter,

no different to
latrodectism.

Let's go.

You have the right
to consult a lawyer...

(BLUES MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC FADES)

You don't need to tell me, but, um,

how did your wife contact
you after she died?

She gave me a shopping list...

before she died.

It was the last thing she said
before I left for work.

She gave me the list,...

said, 'Don't forget this'.

Well, of course, with everything
that happened, I did,

completely forgot.

Till a couple days later when
I pulled it out of my pocket.

And it wasn't actually a shopping
list.

What was it?
It was a note saying, 'I love you'.

Like I said,...

I felt lucky.

(CHUCKLES)

We may have thwarted something
even more sinister, you know?

What's that?

Two scientists, one laboratory -

what's to have stopped them trying
to cross a katipo with a shark,

creating a poisonous,
eight-finned, 10-eyed great white?

You should worry about more tangible
things,

like the spider that just
crawled under your lapel.

Seriously?
It's just there.

Lucky he doesn't
have a thing about spiders, though.

Did I get it? Is it gone?
'Cause I can't see anything.

No, no, no, it's on your head.

(THE UNFAITHFUL WAYS'
'RESTLESS, RECKLESS AND READY')

# Well, there's so many things in
this world that make me wanna run,

# So many things that scare me more
than the sound of shooting guns.

# Yeah, well, everyone's
got troubles, they say,

# But when I see trouble
coming, I turn away.

# Yeah, 'cause I'm reckless,
reckless and ready