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Did your mother know best when
she left me in charge of you?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Evening.

It is indeed, sir.

Good morrow!

Okay.

This town gets weirder
every year.

Yeah, steampunkers, Mike.

Not really my thing,

but you got to admire
the creativity, I guess.

I never picked you to be
a corgi guy.

Friend of a friend.

Yeah.

I'm about to head out
to the lookout.

Want to join me?

I'd love to,
but he struggles with the hills.

You know, short legs.

Okay.

Hey, corgis are cute,

but look out 'cause they're one
of the more deadlier breeds.

Ciao!

Come on.
Yeah!

Thank you, thank you.

And now please welcome
our leader,

ace dirigible pilot
Captain J.R. Brocklesby!

Thank you!

Salutations, all,

and welcome to the annual

Brokenwood Aeronauts
steampunk convivial!

Huzzah!

- Huzzah!
- Huzzah!

I wish to offer my heartfelt
gratitude to Mrs. Winsley

for providing
such sumptuous vittles.

And of course to Dr. Devious
for his devilish libations.

As you know, each year we
fund-raise to take us all down

to the grand steampunk festival
in Oamaru,

and it's a wonderful time.

But Lord knows
it's expensive too.

So this year I decree
that the Brokenwood Aeronauts

will not be launching

an official contingent
to the festival.

No, no.

Fear not, my friends.
All is not lost, no.

To elaborate, I'd like to invite
the town big bug,

the Right Honorable
Mr. Neil Bloom!

Yeah! come on!

Gosh, look at you. Heh heh.

Thank you, Alden.

I have to admit, I don't fully
understand what steampunk is

or what's
going on here.

But I have it on good authority
from my nephew, Bart,

that it is a lot of fun,

and I'm assured
by Captain Brocklesby

that it celebrates diversity.

Absolutely!

And if Brokenwood is to be known
for one thing,

it should be inclusiveness.

Yes!

Which is why the district
council has agreed to support

the first-ever official
Brokenwood steampunk festival!

Magnificent news!
Magnificent news!

And hear me, it shall be bigger,
better, grander by far.

We shall be the talk
of all things steam.

The Brokenwood Aeronauts
shall reign supreme!

Huzzah!

- Huzzah!
- Huzzah!

Now let's all
get slaughtered!

This one's called
"Steampunk the Funk."

One, two, three, four!

These fireworks,
ladies and gents,

have been banned
in 50 countries.

Smuggled into New Zealand
for the Chinese New Year.

Extremely dangerous
in the wrong hands.

Just bloody
get on with it.

Sorry for trying to create
a sense of occasion, Eric.

Wait, wait.

You!

Huzzah!

Just go.

I promise I'm not watching.

This one's
gonna be a doozy!

- My God.
- Don't look at me!

Alden! Hey!
Alden. Hey. Hey.

- My God.
- Alden?

Aah!
Help me! Help me!

Typical.

Just finishing up
a lovely Sunday roast lamb.

A Roxy special?

Breen special, actually.

You?

Nothing fancy.
Can of soup.

You've been on the soups a
lot since you and Kahu broke up.

You should come 'round after.
There's leftovers.

As I've already explained,
Kahu and I haven't broken up.

Right, you're just not
seeing each other.

He's 60 miles offshore
working on an oil rig,

and I don't do
long-distance relationships.

Got it.

I see budget cuts have really
hit the dog section this year.

Belongs to the senior.

- He's just 'round the corner.
- Mike's got a dog.

- This a midlife crisis?
- It's a corgi.

Hardly the sports car
of the canine world.

Think I might pass
on the roast lamb.

Yeah, copy that.

Hold up.
We've got a biohazard.

So far, one confirmed fatality.
A Lionel Bridges.

Another male rushed to hospital,
serious condition.

What the hell happened here?

A steampunk-club party thing.

The portaloo exploded.

Do we know what caused it?

A suspected gas leak.

What?
Didn't say anything.

There's a propane
gas bottle visible,

but we can't get in there
until the hazmat team

have deemed the area safe.

You should walk
in single file.

Less chance of stepping
on another mine.

I highly doubt a land mine
caused this.

What else?

Probably quite
a few things.

Such as?

Well, that's what we're here
to investigate.

But no answers yet.

So you should consider
the worst-case scenario.

In Russia there is a saying --
"Life is like a land mine."

"Life is like a land mine..."
That's it?

"Every step you take
might be your last."

You Russians
are a cheery bunch.

Try to be.

Mike, the victim
is in several pieces.

This will take some time.

And nothing doing till hazmat
give you the all clear?

Good things happen to those
who wait, Mike.

Right.
Witnesses.

Let's see if this is anything
more than a freak accident.

Well, exploding portaloo.

Nothing suspicious
about that.

No.

Victim -- Lionel Bridges.

60 years old.

Owner of the Brokenwood Models
and Trains shop.

Also founding member of
the Aeronauts Steampunk Society.

Do we know
what steampunk is yet?

Quite strange.

Yeah,
I can corroborate that.

Lionel was also the father
of one of the members.

Poppy, do you recall where you
were at the time of the blast?

Seriously?
Her dad has just been killed.

Right, um, sorry.

Look, this can wait.

It's Cleo, yeah?

Can I organize you two
a ride home?

Yeah.

Are you hurt?

She's embarrassed
'cause she wet herself.

Poppy!

We were outside watching
the fireworks display when --

When "boom."

I see.
Well...

Don't worry.
It happens.

- Shock, you think?
- Maybe.

Probably didn't help
that she'd been drinking.

Actually most of them
seemed pretty drunk,

or as they like to say
in their steampunk vernacular --

"full as a tick," "soaked,"
"sloshed," "fully roostered"...

Yeah, for a bunch of nerds,
they really like to get on it.

The owner of the portaloos,
a Tim Werner,

was certainly embodying
all of those terms.

Has anything like this
ever happened

to one of
your portaloos before?

Timmie Time Toilet Tanks
don't explode.

That wouldn't be
very good word of mouth.

What was the gas tank for?

Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.

Is there someone we can call?

No. I'm okay.

No, no, no.

Let's, um -- We'll, get you
a ride home?

Okay.

I've just got to
use the toilet.

No, no. No, no.
You can't.

- Blew up, right?
- Yeah.

He smelled like the floor
of the Frog and Cheetah.

How do you know
what the floor

of the Frog and Cheetah
smells like?

I'll follow up today.

Is it possible a firework
hit the gas tank?

Yeah, possible but unlikely.

We got a license for them.

You don't need a license
for fireworks, Nigel.

Okay. But we read all the
safety precautions on the box.

- Jesus!
- Sor-ry!

We bought them off a stall
on the side of the road.

Honestly, they were rubbish,
really.

Did any of them
go near the portaloo?

Most of them didn't go
anywhere at all.

And the owner of the hangar,
he flies hot-air balloons?

Yes, Alden Coombes.

Still in hospital.

They're going to update me
when he regains consciousness.

Now, um,
are we going to talk about

the dog-shaped elephant
in the room?

Willie?

I'm looking after him
for a friend.

A, female friend?

Possibly a girlfriend?

Gina.

Mike, I have finished assembling
the body, minus one piece.

It was challenging.
It reminded me of Tetris.

I'm on my way.

Well...
Right.

Come on, Willie.

Let's go.

Mike?

Dog. Mortuary.
Sort of a...

Charred body parts.

Right.
I see your point.

Here.

What?

Given that he was
at the epicenter of the blast,

I'm surprised
he's in such good shape.

Shapes, Mike.
He's in shapes.

But the walls of the portable
toilet were plastic,

so the energy
of the blast was dispersed.

If they were made of concrete
he would have been liquefied.

Pink mist.

Anything of note?

His lungs show signs
of heavy smoking,

his liver was inflamed,
blood alcohol very high.

His bladder was empty,

and he had fish and chips
for an early dinner.

Probably around 5:30 p.m.

But most interesting...

The lighter has been fused
with the skin.

I found what remains of
a packet of cigarettes too.

So we have a probable source
of ignition.

Good work.

I'm not just a pretty face,
Mike.

No.

You said you were
missing a piece?

Yes.
My Tetris is incomplete.

Sims.

Forensics have found
the remains of a hose

attached to the propane tank

and, it appears,
strips of duct tape

were covering the ventilation
holes of the portaloo.

Someone purposely filled it
with gas.

And Lionel Bridges had
a cigarette lighter

in his hand when he died.

What, some kind of elaborate
suicide attempt?

Unlikely, no.

Then someone had it in
for Lionel.

Seems that way.
Carry on.

And keep a lookout
for his left ear.

Wait, what?

Did you say an ear?

Hello?

Lime?

Salt.

Brokenwood doesn't have
a lime quarry.

I can watch it go 'round
for hours and hours.

I mean, even though
it's the same,

it's like there's always
something new.

Bart, you worked
for Lionel?

Part time.

You knew him well?

He was like a father
to me.

We can put you in touch
with a grief counselor.

I don't know.
I'll be okay.

Do you think you're up to
giving me that statement now?

I might've known I'd find you
in this place.

It's not a good thing for you
to be here today.

It's morbid.
Morbid, Barty.

Mum, Lionel loved this place.

I'm showing my respects,
all right?

Well, you show your respect
by looking after yourself.

Tell him.

I was surprised to see
the shop open.

See?
See, what this man says.

Mum...

Um,
I'm sorry about last night.

I might have came across
a bit brusque.

Get away from him!
Go on, shoo!

Ma'am, she's a paramedic.

- And who are you?
- D.S.S. Mike Shepherd.

My son doesn't need a detective.
He needs a doctor!

I was o-overwhelmed
by everything.

I understand. How about we get
a cup of tea at the station?

Get that statement?

Right.

Okay.
What have we got, team?

The likely source of
the propane tank at the party.

Storage for all of
Alden Coombes'

hot-air balloon propellent
left unlocked.

Also this length of steel
was found jammed

in what remains
of the portaloo door.

It would have prevented the door
being opened from the inside.

Which means we're definitely
not dealing with a suicide.

Could be off the junk
decorating the portaloo --

or should I say
Timmie Time Toilet Tank.

You provided them to the party
for free. Is that correct?

For sure.
Sponsorship.

You've got to be prepared
to do some pro bono work

for name exposure in the first
few years of a start-up company.

Timmie Time. It's an interesting
name for your brand.

Yeah.
It's pretty cool, right?

I did a business course.

You got to make it
a personal connection

with what you're offering.

That's the key to success.

Even though you're associating
your name

with going to the toilet.

Totally.

I mean,
every time you feel the urge,

and you think
"It's Timmie time,'

that's like "ka-ching"
for me.

That's what
winning feels like.

Where was he
at the time of the explosion?

Supposedly watching
the fireworks,

as was everyone else,
it seems.

Yeah, great display.

- Best I've seen in a while.
- I heard it was pretty average.

Yeah.
Right.

Yeah.

Do you know of any reason
why anyone

would want to hurt
Lionel Bridges?

Don't know.

I wouldn't call him a friend,

but he was passionate
about the cause.

The cause being steampunk?

Sorry.
I feel terrible.

That's understandable.

You've lost a member
of your group.

Yeah, no.
I smothered a parrot last night.

Okay, you what?

I smothered a parrot.

Say hello to the green fairy.

In steampunk, when we drink
absinthe, we "smother a parrot."

Okay, well, your witness
consumed absinthe.

So nothing he says
is going to be reliable.

Not necessarily.

Speaking from experience?

No.
Roxy did it once at uni, though.

She thought she was flying
on a cloud

with a flock of ducks
heading north for the winter.

Then the next morning,
she went down to the park,

found her air mattress floating
in the duck pond.

What is your point exactly?

All I'm saying is Tim Werner
has been more than helpful.

Whose idea was it
to decorate the Timmie Tanks?

Lionel's.

You're a lifesaver, Tim.

And you'll give them a plug
during your speech?

Yeah, of course.

- They're very plastic.
- High durability, easy clean.

What is it with islanders
and bright colors?

God's sake, man.

I wouldn't know,
being Maori.

Well, you're all
from the same islands.

About 500 years
before you left yours.

Got the jump on you there.

All I'm saying is that
these fluoro monstrosities

don't exactly fit in
with the cause.

All right, all right.

I could change my mind
about not charging you.

No, no, no!
They're perfect.

They're perfect.

Perhaps we could get
a little creative.

Just as long as people
still see the name.

Yes, absolutely.

Did Lionel always speak
like that?

Don't know.

But in my line of work,

you get used to dealing with
white-male crap.

So it was actually Alden's idea
to decorate them?

Well, come to think of it,
yeah.

He wanted them to blend in
with the theme, I guess.

Steampunk portaloos.

Timmie Time Toilet Tanks.
Yeah.

Decorate or disguise?

Alden Coombes
is still unconscious.

- I'm getting regular updates.
- Good.

Because that
wrought-iron bric-a-brac

would have camouflaged the pipe
from the gas tank.

How bothered do you think was
Tim Werner by Lionel's comment?

He mostly seemed worried
about brand exposure.

And I'm no closer to
figuring out what steampunk is.

I am,
thanks to Bart Bloom.

It's a genre
of science fantasy.

It can be music, movies,
role-playing, anything.

Often it imagines
an alternate future

where steam power
is still king

and Victorian sensibilities
and design still prevail.

It's about taking ideas
from the past

and transforming them
into something new.

It clearly
means a lot to you.

With steampunk you can be
whoever you want to be.

An escape from the things you
don't like about your own life.

Lionel Bridges
and Alden Coombes

founded the Brokenwood Aeronauts
together back in 2004.

Alden was
the charismatic leader.

But Lionel was the one
with integrity.

He made you feel like
you weren't just dressing up,

that you were creating
a better world.

I'm still hearing "cult."

Every year they fund-raise
to send themselves to Oamaru.

Apparently there's a big
steampunk festival down there.

Only, I didn't get to go.

Your health?

Yeah, but this year
was going to be different.

Uncle Neil finally agreed

that we'd have
our own festival up here.

I was so happy. And it was all
because of Lionel.

Bart, can you think
of any reason

why anybody would want
to hurt Lionel?

He was just a nice man who ran
a model-train store and...

If you need to,

the, um, bathroom's second
on the right down the hall.

I prefer to use
my own bathroom.

Elsa Bloom is wondering
how much longer.

And she asked me to tell you

she's worried about
your water retention.

Mothers --
Can't live with them,

can't live without them
keeping tabs on your bladder.

So Lionel Bridges

is a gentle, quiet soul
with no enemies

who someone just decided
to blow to smithereens?

What if the explosion
wasn't the goal here?

I mean,
Lionel's been drinking.

The offender
then jams the door shut,

having taped
the ventilation holes,

pumping it full of gas.

By the time Lionel
smelled the gas,

if he smelled it at all,
he's trapped in there.

And with everyone
watching the fireworks,

nobody hears his screams.

He'd pass out in minutes,
be dead in a few more.

The offender then removes
the tank, removes the tape,

and leaves Lionel
to be discovered,

dead on the dunny,
just like Elvis.

Only problem is, instead
of peanut butter sandwiches,

Lionel's vice was cigarettes.

Smoking kills.

But propane gas has like
a really bad, stinky-egg smell.

How did he not notice?

It's a portaloo.

Right.
Yeah.

Alden Coombes has
regained consciousness.

Do you want to go
get a coffee?

- Yeah, sure.
- No, not you.

Get back to Tim Werner.

We need to know how quickly that
portaloo can be filled with gas.

Come on, Willie. This way.

Go. Yeah.
No.

He seems very wise.

I'll take your word
for it.

I know it's hard,
but last night...

Doesn't seem real.

I keep expecting him to call

or come walking around
the corner.

Is your mother still around?

No.

She ran off
when Poppy was a baby.

She left Lionel to raise her
on his own.

They barely speak.

Tough.

Is there
any other family around?

She's got me now,
babe?

She doesn't need
anyone else.

Poppy, we're concerned
that your father's death

wasn't an accident.

Do you know of anyone that might
have wanted to have hurt Lionel?

Definitely not her mum,
if that's what you mean.

She lives in Australia.

What was your last memory
of seeing him last night?

It was later in the night.

I'll see you outside.

Just before the fireworks.

Did your father approve
of your relationship?

- Yeah.
- Not really.

I mean, maybe he was a little
protective sometimes,

but all dads are.

He meant well, didn't he?

Yeah, he did.

We have
that victim-support thingy.

- Can we go?
- Of course.

I'll be in touch if we have
any more questions.

Bye, Willie.

I heard about Lionel Bridges.
Messed up way to go.

- You knew Lionel?
- No way.

No, I'm not into
that kinky stuff.

What do you mean, "kinky"?

Model trains.

Yeah, no,
never even met the guy.

Except for one time.

It was back when
I was smoking the buds.

I remember
he was a bit intense.

Humbug?

Beautiful, aren't they?

Would you like
to come inside?

It's great to see young men

taking an interest in precision
engines from the golden age.

Tell me, have you
ever considered

making a steampunk persona?

Is that like a pasta dish?

It was confusing.

Which is why I don't smoke
that stuff anymore.

Frodo, just to clarify,

do you think Lionel was making
advances towards you?

No way.
No. Definitely not.

No, I don't think so.

What, do you reckon?

Thanks.
Great coffee as always.

Hey, Detective Shepherd.

Is this not your dog?

Come on, Willie.
Come on, come on.

Come on.
Come on.

See ya.
Have a good day.

Mr. Coombes currently has
no memory of the incident.

The few things that he has said
are quite strange.

Apart from
some superficial burns,

he's got a mild concussion
and some temporary hearing loss,

so please keep it brief.

I appreciate it.

And, hey, I'm really sorry
to hear about you and Kahu.

How do you know about that?

I just -- just heard.

But you know,
if you're ever at a loose end,

you're welcome
to come 'round for dinner.

A woman can't live
on soup alone.

Thanks.
Well, I'll let you know.

Poppy?

Mr. Coombes,

I'm Detective Kristin Sims.

Sorry, what? I can't hear
over this blasted ringing.

Can you hear it?

Alden,
I'm Detective Kristin Sims.

You're a mutton shunter.

- What?
- A bluebottle, a Miltonian.

Well, I'm a detective.

That's what I said.

Do you know where you are?

Blasted infirmary
on the airship Europa?

You've had a concussion,
Mr. Coombes.

There was an accident.
Do you recall?

I don't.
Nothing.

Well, there was
a gas explosion

involving one of
the portaloos.

Dear.

I'm sorry to say that
your friend Lionel Bridges

was killed.

Lionel?
No.

We believe the portaloo had
been filled with propane gas.

Lionel Bridges gone?

Yes.

Mr. Coombes, on your property

there is a shed containing
four propane gas tanks.

Do you remember
locking that shed?

Always.
Everything stored away.

Safety first.

Lionel Percival Pottersmore,
Esquire, dead?

I can't believe it.

He was sound on the goose.

Someone to ride the river with.

He loved the Mary Blane.

Mary Blane
being his girlfriend?

Trains, woman.

He loved the trains.

What about a spare key
to your shed?

It -- that's the only one.

- So it was an accident?
- No.

We believe this was
a deliberate act.

Someone on purpose?

Yes.

Do you remember
locking your --

No, no. Alden.
Alden, stay put!

Alden!

What's going on in here?

He fell.

That's enough, Detective.
Please.

- Come on, Mr. Coombes.
- I'm sorry.

It's all right. You're fine.
You're fine, Mr. Coombes.

I understand you were at the
party earlier in the evening

to announce
a steampunk festival.

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry about the delay.

Though I doubt that'll be
happening anymore.

It's a shame.
Alden worked so hard on it.

Alden and Lionel.

In different ways, yes.

How well did you know
Lionel Bridges?

I mainly knew him as the guy
who always e-mailed me

about reopening
the Brokenwood train line.

Do you happen to know
if he was...

Gay?

Not that I knew of.

And I would know.

Since we all have those
secret meetings once a month.

I'm just trying to keep an
open mind. Looking for motives.

Not as far as I knew.

In fact, a bit more of
an open mind

could have done Lionel
some good.

Fire jugglers,
knife throwing,

steam-powered jetpack testing,
hot-air balloon rides,

combined with free

homemade-whiskey tasting
for all!

Yeah, this, all sounds
very dangerous.

No, no, no, no.
Not at all.

No, the Brokenwood
steampunk festival

will be a fun, safe environment
for the whole family.

Did I mention balloon rides?

During the negotiations,

Lionel brought up
wanting to keep "undesirables"

out of the festival.

It needs to be purely about
commitment to invention.

At first I thought
that sounded reasonable.

But then I tweaked
to what he actually meant...

No riffraff or degenerates

trying to sexualize
or politicize it.

What exactly do you mean
by that, Mr. Bridges?

Well, he means
to keep out highwaymen

and thieves, blackguards.

That's not what I mean.
You know what I'm saying.

The bloody LGBTP brigade,

they want to make everything
a statement these days.

Steampunk is not an excuse
for them to dress up in lace

and swan around in public
fondling each other's --

Well, if there's no fondling

I'm afraid the festival's
off the table.

I should have known
youwouldn't understand.

Honestly,
I was kind of impressed

that he had the audacity
to talk to me like that.

But...

No, I mean it.

Any more talk
about exclusion,

this festival idea
goes no further.

He doesn't mean it.

He's just very passionate

about making sure
the event is a success.

Steampunk is about inclusivity.
That's the entire point.

Lionel Bridges will not stand

in the way of
a successful festival.

I promise you.

What do you think
Alden meant by that?

That he would blow him up
in a portable commode.

Sorry.
Too soon?

I took it to mean
that he would resist

Lionel's rabid homophobia.

At least I hope
that's what he meant.

Your nephew Bart
is an Aeronaut.

Yeah.

Yeah, the group's really
brought him out of his shell.

He's, -
He's quite an insular young man.

Caused by his health problems?

My, brother walked out
on them many years ago.

That had a lasting impact.

Elsa raised him on her own?

I try and help out
when I can.

Not that it's welcome.

Because?

I suspect
every time she sees me,

I'm a reminder of the pain
my brother caused.

Okay, yeah.
Thanks.

Did you know Lionel's daughter
was in a lesbian relationship?

Yeah.

People like Lionel Bridges
have a remarkable ability

to look the other way
when it suits them.

Blowing up Lionel Bridges
required serious planning.

Planning requires clear motive.

According to both Frodo
and Bart Bloom,

Lionel showed a keen interest
in young men,

contradicted by the fact that
he was reportedly homophobic.

Lionel wanted gay people

specifically excluded
from his prized festival.

So he was closeted?

Neil Bloom believes not.

But his daughter's gay?

Which gives motive
to both Poppy and Cleo.

I mean,
if Lionel stood in the way

of their relationship somehow,
how angry were they?

Poppy stands to inherit
some money,

possibly even the shop.

As did Cleo, vicariously.

But where does Bart fit
in all of this?

He's a curious one.

Health issues,
abandonment issues.

Possibly OCD.

But he looked up to Lionel.
Kind of a father figure.

How'd you get on
with Tim Werner?

We did some tests
this afternoon.

The internal cavity
is 1.8 cubic meters,

so at 40 liters a minute,
you would need...

Yeah.

What are you doing?

I'm taping up
the ventilation holes

so that it fills up
with the gas faster.

I didn't
ask you to do that.

Yeah, but it's just
common sense, right?

Do you remember who you were
standing next to

while you were watching
the fireworks?

Let me think.

None of our witnesses
can actually place you.

Okay.

Well, when I told you I was
watching the fireworks, I was.

Just not with anybody else.

But I remember someone
standing over me for a bit.

Definitely.

- Who was it?
- I don't know.

Well, what did
they look like?

A bush.

- A bush?
- A bush-shaped person.

Do you think it's possible
this bush-shaped person

could have just been a bush?

Or even a tree.

Are you buying that?

I'm dealing with a guy
who "smothered a parrot."

Anyway, it took
approximately 90 seconds

to fill the portaloo
with propane.

Right.

The short length of hose

suggests that the gas bottle
was positioned

behind the portaloo,

which offers
that the most obvious place

for the offender to hide
was here,

around the side of the shed.

So assuming the offender

waited until Lionel
got into the portaloo,

then jammed it shut,
filled it with gas

about 90 seconds
before the explosion,

we're looking for anyone
that can't be accounted for

during the entire
fireworks display.

Well, that's Tim Werner,

though he was potentially
somewhere here.

Also, a witness
has Poppy Bridges

arriving after Cleo Jones,
as did Bart Bloom.

And Alden Coombes
can't recall where he was

at the time
of the explosion.

But none of
the other witnesses

have him
at the fireworks at all.

Alden Coombes' memory loss
is very convenient, isn't it?

- D.C. Breen.
- About time.

- I'm Wanda.
- Right.

I'm looking for Cleo Jones.

Are you from
the Tenancy Service?

I'm from the criminal
investigation branch.

Of the Tenancy Service?

Of the police.

'Cause I just filed a complaint
with them about Cleo.

She took all her stuff to her
girlfriend's place yesterday.

Now I have to look for
a new flatmate in like a week.

Total crap.

You're saying she's moved in
with Poppy Bridges?

Do you know
if she's there now?

Probably.
Those two are inseparable.

Or try their work --
the pet shop.

- All right, thanks.
- Wait, wait.

When you see her,
give her this.

And tell Cleo she's not
getting her bond back.

Mr. Coombes' situation
yesterday transpired

to be nothing more
than a panic attack.

I know you've got a job to do,
but take it easy, please?

At this stage of his recovery,
it's important he avoid stress.

Well.

That's one way to avoid it.

Ms. Bloom.

I'm quite comfortable
with you calling me Elsa.

Right. Elsa, then.
How can I help?

It's probably more a case
of how I can help you.

My son, Bart, has a variety
of health issues, as you know.

One of his medications
has a side effect.

Um, insomnia.

So when he does sleep,
it can be very fitful.

Last night I overheard him
sleep-talking

in a -- a distressed
and agitated way.

It was about...

Yes?

It would seem that
Lionel Bridges and Alden Coombes

had some sort of argument
before the explosion.

Bart witnessed this?

I presume so, to be talking
about it in his sleep.

He didn't mention it
in his statement.

He was quite shaken.

Anyway, it may be nothing.

I just thought
I should mention it.

Thanks, Elsa.

I'll talk to Bart again
as soon as possible.

- Why?
- To get Bart's version.

For more detail.

Of course.

I'll see myself out.

Alden?

Mr. Coombes?

- Didn't we just...
- I work here.

- You didn't mention that.
- You didn't ask.

- Are you stalking me?
- What? No.

No, I'm a detective,
as I said.

You got a girlfriend?

Yes.

She know you're here?

L- Look!
Poppy and Cleo, are they here?

Not here.

You did say
they worked here.

They're off today.
Sick leave.

Right, and you didn't tell me
that because I didn't ask?

No, Cleo texted
after you left.

Said that Poppy's sad
and can't be alone.

Or it could just be
Cleo's afraid

of the verbal smackdown
coming her way.

It's extra crap because
it's gonna be a really busy day.

Yeah, good luck with that.

It's not mine.

Mike.

According to Elsa Bloom,
Bart witnessed a heated argument

between Alden and Lionel
that night.

Can you ask him that,
and I'll follow up Bart?

I'll be happy to.
Just as soon as I find him.

What?

He discharged himself from
hospital via an open window.

His car's still outside
his house.

The taxi company
have no record.

For all we know, he could be
passed out in a ditch somewhere.

So I've put out a 10-1,
but, as yet, nothing.

How does a grown man in
a hospital gown just disappear?

- Keep me posted.
- Will do.

Hey, maybe this dude escaped
by bicycle?

At first I thought it was just
some dude going senile.

My grandad sometimes
opened the door...

- Thanks, Frodo.
- ...completely nude.

It really is impressive.

I've been helping Lionel
build it since I was 11.

I even suggested a few bits,

like the coal yards
and the salt mine.

He always said that -- that life
was a work in progress

and only through working
do we become better men.

I don't know
what else to do.

Bart, tell me about the argument
you witnessed

between Alden and Lionel
the night of the party.

What argument?

Your mother said she heard you
talking in your sleep.

Sorry.
Only me.

I was on my way home,

and I, saw you
left your medication

in the back of the car again.

- Mum...
- You're looking puffy.

I was just on my way home

from talking
with Detective Shepherd

and telling him about
the mutterings in your sleep --

What were you doing
in my room?

I wasn't in your room,
dear,

but you were being
very loud.

It's the medications.

Tell me
what you remember.

Well, you said that
he was threatening --

Elsa, I'd like
to hear it from Bart.

I think Alden
was threatening Lionel.

And this argument
was public?

- No, it was by the portaloos.
- Elsa, please.

Well, that's what he said.

You wouldn't dare.

I'll make sure
your precious festival

dies before it's born.

Brocklesby.

I should kill you,
you hypocritical bastard.

No, Lionel never said that.

- Barty, it's what you told me.
- I never told you anything.

You were fretting
in your sleep.

- What did he say?
- I don't know.

But you were also
by the portaloos?

No, no.
No way.

So where exactly were you?

I was on my way
to watch the fireworks.

And what do you think
they were discussing?

The festival, I guess.

Well,
surely that's a question

you should be asking
Mr. Coombes.

It's on the agenda.

Well...

I've got to, -
I've got to catch the pharmacy.

Heh.
A mother's work is never done.

Bart, why didn't you mention
this in your statement?

Because Lionel
would never hurt Alden.

He was a good man.

W- Would you like to see

the new Southern Pacific SW1500
diesel locomotive?

- We just got this in.
- Another time, perhaps.

Hello?

Hello?

"Sick."
Yeah, right.

Comms from Charlie 3.

10-9!
Shots fired.

Repeat, shots fired.

Do you know how close the AOS
was to being dispatched?

You would have done
exactly the same thing.

No.

No, please.

Anyone else want a piece
of Starfire Jones?

That was awesome!

That fall
looked so real, Billy.

Oi!

Charlie 3 to comms.
Stand down.

False alarm.

You're lucky to be alive.
after a run-in

with the notorious
Starfire Jones!

Can we just focus on
the bigger picture here, okay?

How is Poppy Bridges so quickly
over the death of her dad?

Yesterday she's grieving,
today she's making short films

about damsels in distress?

Bring them back in
for another chat.

Gladly.

I couldn't face
working today.

But I couldn't
sit around home either.

Dad's stuff is everywhere.

I suggested we did some work
on the film.

Poppy gets really into it.

And it worked.
It took her mind off her dad.

We're very sorry if it
came across as insensitive.

I'm not the one who's grieving
for my father.

I'm still sad and everything,
okay?

I am.
It's just...

It's so weird.

We're so sorry if it
came across as insensitive.

Cleo, you've moved in
with Poppy.

So?

You don't think
it's a little rushed,

moving in with someone
less than two days after --

Poppy didn't want to be alone
in that house.

It freaked her out.

Poppy, I need you tell me
a bit more

about your relationship
with your father.

He -- He raised you alone?

Yeah.

Yeah, um,
Mum left when I was a baby,

and he just
never really got over that.

- Are you close to your mum?
- No.

I look like her, though.

As I got older,

Lionel would start spending
longer hours at the shop.

He said I wasn't allowed to come
because I'd break the trains,

but I think he just didn't
want me around, reminding him.

Is that why you joined
the Aeronauts,

to spend time with him?

Yeah.
It worked for a while.

You know, um, we'd both dress up
and pretend to be other people.

Steampunk was like

a life-sized version of him
playing with his trains.

It relaxed him.
He was more fun to be around.

It was nice.

But then, um...

You fell in love?

Cleo was the new girl
at work.

You know when you meet someone
and just, like,

straightaway you're being

your most embarrassing selves
with each other

and neither of you
seem to care at all?

But I gather Lionel didn't like
the two of you being together?

He said I was making
a fool of myself,

but he meant him.

So it's fair to say your father
was homophobic?

Just my luck.

More than that,
I got the sense

that he didn't like women
in general.

I need you
to go through the whole night,

as much as you can remember.

Can you do that for me?

Try not to leave anything out.

Okay.

Okay.

Cleo says
that she and Poppy

arrived at the hangar together
around 6:30,

where they almost immediately
ran into Alden.

Poppy is consistent
on that.

Now, here's a roguish pair!

What mischief
are you two up to?

On your way
to hijack a submersible?

To fleece
a merchant train?

We thought we might rob
a hot-air balloon pilot.

Aaah, I surrender!
I surrender!

Please, I have a wife
and children!

We know very well you have
neither, Captain Brocklesby,

you old scoundrel.

My dears...

Now, before the revelries begin,
I should tell you

I have a surprise
for you two.

Pray tell,
Captain Brocklesby.

I won't ruin it,
but suffice to say, it is big.

That's all I can say --

other than our very own festival
is to be had,

and I'm appointing you two
as my co-pilots.

We shall forge a new era
for the Aeronauts!

What about Dad?

Your father won't be
a problem, I assure you.

Benji!
Benji.

Why weren't you happy
with Alden's decision?

It was cool, but it didn't fit
with our plans.

She says
they're leaving Brokenwood.

Apparently they've been saving
to travel the world together.

I'm not sure
that's still on the cards

as far as Poppy is concerned.

With Dad dead, um, Cleo and I
will have to run the shop now

and help with the festival.

God.
So much to think about.

Tell me about the last time
you saw Lionel.

To sexy hats.

Hey, you two.

It was later that night,
just before the fireworks.

I'll see you outside.

You look happy.

I am, Dad.

And I really want you
to be happy for me.

You know what?

I am, Poppy.

I'm very happy
for you and Cleo.

She's a lovely girl.

That does not sound like
the Lionel Cleo talked to.

Unless he had
a personality transplant.

I was putting my double bass
away when...

You.

And I tried to be chill,
but he wasn't having it.

It's great news
about the festival, isn't it?

Lionel, I got you a...

You've already got one.

One going spare?

That's kind.
Thanks, Bart.

I'm that "kind" of guy.

Bart's usually crazy shy.

He barely talks to us
when he edits Poppy's movies.

You and Bart are friends?

He used to have a thing
for Poppy.

I guess with parents leaving
them both at a young age,

he thought
there was a connection.

But he made a dick of himself
at her 21st,

and I think he's been
embarrassed about it ever since

so he just tries to be nice.

A toast. To the Brokenwood
steampunk festival.

Cleo, your topping-hat,
it looks exquisite.

How long did it
take you to make?

I made it.

For mydaughter.

It took me months.

Poppy and I like to share.

She thinks
it looks hot on me.

She's right.
It looks hot.

If I had a hat
that looked that good,

I'd -- I'd never
take it off.

- Thanks, Bart.
- To sexy hats!

To sexy hats.

I'll get some more?

You should take that off.

Hey, you two.

Um, fireworks outside
in a few minutes.

I'll see you outside.

You got to know
when to hold 'em,

know when to fold 'em.

Kenny Rogers.

- You know it?
- Yeah.

Grandad used to play it
all the time.

Come on.

Lionel didn't say he was happy
for the two of you, did he?

Poppy, you need to be honest
with us here.

Like Cleo has.

No, he didn't.

You look happy.

I am, Dad.

And I really want you
to be happy for me.

Funny, all I really want
is a piss and a durry.

I just didn't want that
to be the last thing

my father said to me.

"A piss and a durry."

Did he say anything else?

When you're running
my festival,

remember,
Alden's a traitorous bastard.

Was he referring
to Alden's decision

to promote you and Cleo?

So he already knew about it
at this stage of the evening?

He'd already had a go at Cleo
about it.

You.

Alden told me about
his plans for you two.

You little minx.

It's great news
about the festival, isn't it?

And then he had
an even bigger go at me.

Alden's a traitorous bastard.

You think you're so smart.

Just like your mother.

Well, your mother
was a prozzie.

A bus-down.

A doxy.

An easy-mac strumpet.

How did that make you feel?

Sad!

I felt sad, all right?
Wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you feel sad if your
father spoke to you like that?

Thanks, Poppy.
You've been a great help.

Sims, you're needed
out on Tanamoa Ridge.

I'd like to see
your short films.

Why?

I mean,
they're not for everyone.

You might not like them.

I'd like to get a better idea
of the whole steampunk thing.

As soon as possible, thanks.

Mike, we've picked up
on Alden Coombes' trail.

Mrs. Marlowe, come through.
How can I help?

Jean, please.

I have something here
that might interest you.

More cheese rolls?

Not quite.

I was power-walking along
Old Comber Rise.

- Not far from your place.
- Right.

Then at Pearse Point,

there it was,
lying in the grass.

I assume it belonged
to one Lionel Bridges,

given the wind direction
the other night.

Thanks.
I'll pass it on to Gina.

Fair to say foul play
was involved?

You know I can't talk
about the case.

Of course not.

He was an interesting fellow.

- You knew Lionel?
- I tried not to.

I don't mean to speak ill
of the dead.

But if I were you, I'd have
a word with Jared Morehu.

Ask him about model trains.

Right.

I'll come back
for the Tupperware container.

If you wouldn't mind
just giving it a rinse.

- Hello, Sam.
- Mrs. Marlowe.

Boss, I think I've got
a pretty good idea

where Alden Coombes
might be.

Mike, you're not
going to believe this.

No, I think I might.

It's not exactly
a high-speed getaway, is it?

Well, as they say,
what goes up must come down.

So you should go
in hot pursuit.

Good luck.

I need to get an ear
to the mortuary.

Well, off you go.

Right.

G'day, Mike.

No dog this time?

I've got him
somewhere safe.

She really likes you?

- Who?
- Your mystery wahine.

You know, a woman doesn't lend
her kurijust to any man.

Who says it's a woman?

Well, corgis are known for
their vicious attack methods.

Women use them
as undercover guard dogs.

You know, why do you think
the queen had so many?

I wanted to speak to you
about model trains.

- Is that a euphemism?
- You used to collect them?

Hell no.

I'm a man of many interests,
Mike,

but model trains
don't do it for me.

But you knew Lionel Bridges?

Nah.
But I met him once.

A few years ago I was looking
for a present for my nephew.

Um, yeah, so,

it's -- it's about this time

the shop owner might say
something like,

"How may I help you?"

We're closed.

Well, you've got a funny way
of showing it.

I doubt there's anything in here
that would interest you lot.

Come on, Leon.

We'll go online, find some
cool trains on there?

It seems Lionel
was most definitely racist.

All I know is my nephew
has no interest

in model trains anymore.

I assume this is
your mystery woman.

I'll leave you to it?

I assure you, it isn't.

Hey, a wink's as good
as a nudge, Mike.

- Ka kite.
- I'm not winking.

Detective.

Might I have a word?

Sure.

Why is he flying so low?

Maybe his head injury's worse
than we thought.

Or he's playing a long game.

Meaning?

Well, he could be angling
to not stand trial

on grounds of insanity.

Hey, did you ask Dr. Carlton
to have me around for dinner?

Just want to see you
off the soups.

I'm fine.
Really.

So help me God, if Gina
invites me around for borscht,

I'm coming for you.

Well, that's a very
striking perfume you wear.

Thank you.

Would you like the name
for Mrs. Shepherd?

There is
no Mrs. Shepherd.

And, no, I'm terrible at
remembering that sort of thing.

Now, what brings you here?

Do you have any children,
Detective?

- No, I don't.
- You'd make a wonderful father.

It wasn't to be.

I think it's very important
to have a father figure

in one's life, don't you?

A -- A strong male role model.

Is that what Lionel was
to Bart?

I encouraged it.

Raising Bart, I knew
I was never going to be enough.

It's just that
with Lionel gone,

I'm worried that Bart is
going to become withdrawn.

He's very shaken
by what's happened,

and of course
that reflects in his health

with high blood pressure
and water retention.

Elsa, I need to be clear
that Bart remains a person

that is helping us
with our inquiries.

Of course.

No, no.
That's not what I meant.

I -- I wondered if you might
take him fishing.

I'm sorry?

Or hunting.
Or something outdoorsy.

Something masculine.

I feel that you would be
a really good influence.

I'm really not much
of a fisherman.

Well, doesn't hurt to ask.

Thank you for the tea.

Elsa, I've been meaning
to ask, um --

How would you describe
your steampunk character?

I don't have one.

So you weren't
at Alden's party?

Why would I be
at that silly affair?

Well, I was hoping
you could tell me.

I saw your car parked
near Alden's property.

I recognized
the bumper sticker --

"Mothers know best."

Well, I'd probably just stopped
somewhere to answer a call.

The car was empty.

Perhaps you're not
remembering correctly.

I remember a red puffer jacket
in the boot.

When I came by a second time,
after the explosion,

the hatch was open,
and the jacket was gone.

What were you doing
at Alden's property?

I had no interest in
Alden Coombes party or his type,

and I don't like
what you're implying.

Thank you again
for the tea.

Alden!

We know you're in there.
You need to come down. Now.

Alden.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

I could grab the Bushmaster,
blow a couple of holes in it.

Alden, my colleague
is suggesting

that we try
the shotgun approach.

Any thoughts?

Hello!

Sorry, I didn't hear you.
My ears are still ringing.

Yeah, because megaphones
are notoriously quiet.

How about you come down,
we have a chat?

How do I know you're alone?

Jesus, Alden,
it's just us.

Will you guarantee
my protection?

- From who?
- What are you afraid of?

The bomb.
I thought...

You thought what?

I don't think they were trying
to kill Lionel.

They were trying
to kill me.

Bart.
Mind if I come in?

T- take a seat.

I'm okay, thanks.

I was just in the middle
of editing.

Look.

Oi!

I'm thinking about
keeping that part

where your colleague comes in.

Charlie 3 to comms.
Stand down. False alarm.

I think it's really raw.

Is that on?

Do you edit
all Poppy and Cleo's movies?

Yeah.
Yeah, I like it.

It's a way
of being involved without

having to talk to anyone.

Your mother suggests you spend
a lot of time by yourself.

I'm -- I'm not by myself.

I- I've got lots of friends,
just not physical ones.

My mother's not right
about everything.

You know, she thinks she is,
but she's not.

Bart, was your mother at Alden's
place the other night?

My mum?
No way.

She thinks
steampunk's embarrassing.

You definitely
didn't see her?

She doesn't even give me a ride
to the parties

in case somebody sees me
in her car in my costume.

Gina.

So satisfying when you have

all the pieces of a puzzle,
isn't it?

So it definitely belonged
to Lionel?

Yes.

Though what's most interesting

is this green hue
around the top of the ear.

It's like fur.

Perhaps the fur
of a Martian.

Interesting theory.

It's a joke, Mike.
I know Martians are not real.

Do you?

I'm not sure I do know
they're not real.

I will look into it.

Whatever it is, it's not like
any organic matter I've seen.

Perhaps the explosion
had another chemical component?

You said they were trying
to kill you, not Lionel.

- Who are "they"?
- I should lie down.

- Things are fuzzy.
- Dr. Carlton says you're fine.

Fine enough
to leap out a window,

steal a bicycle,
and fly a hot-air balloon.

So...

Who are "they"?

Damn wind changed on me.

Otherwise I'd have made it
across the border

into bright
and wondrous lands.

New beginnings.

Alas, not to be.

Alden, if you believe that
someone tried to kill you

and killed Lionel instead,
it is imperative you tell us.

But in a way, I killed him.

You see, Lionel's death
was all my doing.

I lost my wife 10 years ago.

A virus.
Out of the blue, no warning.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Things went downhill
for a while.

There was some drinking,
gambling.

Grief, you see, it can
turn some of us upside down.

Things unraveled on me
financially.

The banks got tired of me.

How does this explain
what happened to Lionel?

Hot-air ballooning
is a fickle business.

At the mercy
of the weather gods.

And even then,
if you can't buy gas,

you can't
get yourself aloft.

So I borrowed money
from some --

well, wherever I could.

So you're in trouble
with loan sharks?

Scoundrels, yes.

Threats were made.
Serious threats.

So when I woke up in hospital
and heard what had happened,

I knew --
I knew it was meant for me.

Do you have a name
for this lender?

If I were to tell you that, I'd
be re-signing my death warrant.

Or saving another
innocent life.

"Fast Eddie's Cash Bonanza."

Yes.
It's as bad as it sounds.

It's a payday lender.
They're in the city.

Mr. Coombes, we need to know
your whereabouts

in the moments
before the explosion.

Nobody else
can account for you.

I can't remember.
I can't remember.

Perhaps a good night's sleep

might help me recover
my scrambled thoughts.

Can I be emancipated
so that I might repose?

Please don't try and leave town
while we follow this up.

No, no. I don't even want to
leave the building.

I'm safer here.

I know you have a bed.

I, um, have to lock you in
for protocol reasons.

And only because you believe
there is

a serious threat
to your life.

You're so kind.
It's what I want.

It's what I deserve.

If they come,
tell them to take it all.

My car, my things,
I don't care.

But not my balloon.

She's everything.

See, my wife and I,

they were
our happiest times.

Please, not my balloon.

All of the numbers
associated with

Fast Eddie's Cash Bonanza
have been disconnected,

including the mobiles.

Send it through to Hughes.

He can get a team onto it
on morning.

Um, I think
he's done his time.

Well, if it's good enough
for Alden Coombes...

Yeah. But think of the
psychological issues he has now.

Abandonment, persecution,

not to mention
distrust of the police.

Elsa Bloom was near
the scene of the crime.

I recognized
her car yesterday.

But she won't admit it.

Best case, she was spying
on her son.

Worst case, she was there
to deal to Lionel.

Bart is very much
under the thumb of his mother,

possibly covering
for her too.

Apart from her,
he leads a very solitary life,

spending most
of his time online.

He was on one of those
chat rooms when I dropped by.

- He closed it quickly.
- Yeah?

- What's it called?
- In-Life.

Yeah, I tried searching for it,
but I couldn't find --

Found it.

It's an incel chat room.

Incel being...?

Well, incels are a community

of lonely, young,

mostly white virgins
who feel resentment

at their perceived rejections
by women.

It's a special kind
of boys club.

Cleo did say that Poppy had
rejected Bart at a party once.

No wonder he got on
so well with Lionel.

Breen, I want you to watch
the movies

that Poppy and Cleo
have been making.

I've forwarded you the link.

Are you sure this is
a great use of police time?

I don't think they'll be
very good.

Well, I thought
you'd find it interesting.

You're in the next one.

No.

Fast Eddie's Cash Bonanza
shut down three weeks ago.

Eddie McIntyre is in custody
along with his cronies.

Banged up with a whole lot
of misdemeanors.

Assault?

Look, they're bad buggers,
don't get me wrong.

They repossess
flat-screen TVs, cars.

The odd kneecap might not work
as well as it used to.

But blowing up clients
is not in their repertoire.

Dead people don't pay.

And they were all in custody
at the time?

Indeed.

So, yes,
he is in fantasyland

but in more ways than one.

The international boys
came through

with that QHP you wanted.

Now, Andrew Crombie has
a very interesting past.

Andrew Crombie being...?

Alden Coombes,

when he lived
in Brighton, England.

I've just sent it through.

He changed his name
and emigrated 10 years ago

when his wife died.

Yeah, from a virus,
I believe.

Well, she may have
had a virus

when she fell from the basket
of his hot-air balloon.

5,000 feet.
Not pretty.

Okay.
Thanks.

It was never proved!

Because you were
the only witness.

She had a virus.
Inner ear.

It affected her balance.
She leaned over.

I was acquitted.

Flying balloons is everything
to me. Everything.

Why should I lose that
because of an accident?

A tragic accident.

A witness has you and Lionel

having a heated argument
out by the portaloos

about 20 minutes
before the explosion.

What was that about?

Okay.

Here's how it looks.

You had an argument with Lionel.

Then while everyone is inside
enjoying the band,

you have time
to unlock your shed --

you said yourself
you have the only key --

hook a propane tank up
to a portaloo,

fill it with gas, and then wait
for Lionel to come along.

You then locked the
portaloo after he went inside,

planning to gas him to death,

but you didn't count on him
trying to have a cigarette.

The portaloo explodes,

killing Lionel
and landing you in hospital

with enough injuries to make you
look like an innocent bystander.

You can see
why it's in your best interest

to clarify
what went on and why.

I swear it was
nothing like that.

Yes, we did argue bitterly
after the announcement.

Lionel.

You should know
I've asked Poppy and Cleo

to help me run the festival.

The hell you have.

I'm sorry.
You know I need this festival.

I did all the budgets,
proposals, the logistics.

I set up all the meetings.

All you did was ponce around.

We need fresh blood.

All the horrible stuff you
keep saying will kill our plans.

If my daughter usurps me along
with that little darkie...

For God's sake, man!
This is what I mean!

There's a lot more
horrible stuff I couldsay.

About your wife.

You wouldn't dare.

I'll make sure
your precious festival dies

before it's born.

Brocklesby.

I should kill you,
you hypocritical bastard.

He flicked his cigarette away
and stormed off.

Yes, in that moment
I wanted to kill him.

But I didn't.

After he mentioned your wife?

Lionel knew about
the accident.

What did Lionel know?

Well, if other people found out
that it would all be over.

And that was the last time
you saw him?

No.

You!

Leave me alone,
for Christ's sake!

That's the last thing
I can remember --

feeling hopeless.

And here I am.

Do you wear gloves
when you handle the gas?

Yes, the tanks
can get very cold.

And this key ring,
does it belong to you?

And this padlock,
do you recognize it?

Maybe.

So?
It's from my shed.

Well, it was found
in the field behind your house.

The shank's been cut through.

Obviously, you see,
a burglar.

But that wasn't the one
found on your shed.

This padlock was.

Um, sorry, I'm confused.

Well, let me keep it simple.

Did you cut the shank
off your own padlock

and then place
a new padlock on?

Why would I cut
my own padlock?

Well, that's what I was hoping
you could tell me,

to eliminate any confusion.

W- Wait.

Were my fingerprints
on the new padlock?

- They weren't.
- Well, there you go.

But you did say
you always wore gloves.

He was found
closest to the blast.

It was his gas
that was used.

He had motive
in wanting to stop Lionel

before he wrecked
his plans.

And he was the last
to see Lionel alive.

But how did he know when Lionel
would use the toilet,

or if he would
use it at all?

I've finished watching
Poppy Bridges' masterpieces.

They're not bad, actually.

But the latest one,
"Divine Beings,"

the one they were doing reshoots
for when I made my cameo,

well, it turns out
the original version

had been online for months

and was taken down
the day after Lionel was killed.

Oops.

Nothing to see here?

Bart Bloom edits those.

See if he has
the original version.

Timmie Time.

And that's where they were?

Yeah.
Exactly.

I've chocked the female one
to allow for the crater.

So where do you want me
to stand?

Over by the second one.

Bart.

The copy of Poppy's film
that you wanted.

Thanks.
Appreciate it.

Anything else?

Poppy is a good person.

Neil.

Detective.

Twice in one week.
Should I be honored or worried?

I know there are
patient-privacy concerns,

but I need to talk about
your nephew's medical history.

Off the record,
as an uncle, not a pharmacist?

Well, he, suffered pneumonia
as a child.

Since then he's sort of
struggled with various ailments.

Asthma, volatile blood sugar.

High blood pressure,
for which he takes a diuretic.

Mind you,
if Elsa was my mother

I'd probably suffer
high blood pressure too.

Poor kid.

Sometimes he's got so many pills
on him he sounds like a maraca.

To clarify,
Bart is actually unwell?

Yes and no?

Everything he takes
is preventative.

He hasn't had any proper
medical scares for a long time.

In my opinion, that boy's
biggest health concern

is my sister-in-law.

- Detective.
- Elsa.

That really is
a lovely perfume.

- I'm guessing jasmine.
- Jasmine Nights.

Very good.

Would you care for
a coffee?

That would be lovely.

Good. The kettle's just boiled
at the station.

Plunger okay, I hope.

This isn't
what I was expecting.

The thing is, Elsa,

I'm certain you were
at the steampunk party.

A witness recalls
being fallen on by you.

I don't understand.

Any details you can remember

about this
"bush person" you saw?

Anything at all?

It fell on me!

Jasmine!

Jasmine?

I smelled jasmine.
I remember it clearly now.

That's weird.

Can't see any jasmine
around here.

Jasmine Nights.
A very memorable scent.

Yes, all right, I was there.
Very briefly.

I drove over
to watch out for my son.

So it was you, not Bart,

that saw Alden
and Lionel argue.

I should kill you,
you hypocritical bastard.

But why the camouflage,
the cloak-and-dagger?

Bart couldn't know
I was there.

He gets tetchy.

If you come
anywhere near that place,

I swear to God
I'll move out!

Just leave me alone!

You have to understand I thought
he really meant it this time.

I -- I can't lose him.

He's all I have.

I only want what's best
for my son.

But one thing
I can tell you --

I did not kill
Lionel Bridges.

Did you see who did?

I was gone
before the explosion.

So you wanted to tell me
about the argument

without revealing
you were there.

Well, I was only trying
to help.

Mothers know best.

My God.

It's okay, Cleo.
You'll be fine.

You've got to move on,
babe.

Hi.
Cleo.

I need you to come
to the station with me.

Why?

We have a few questions.

Is Poppy here?

Well, she either is
or she isn't.

We broke up.

She told me to go see the world
without her.

She's never gonna leave
this stupid town.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Regardless, I need you
to come with me now.

This way.

Take a seat.

The original ending
of your film "Divine Beings"

depicts a villainous
train conductor

being killed
by your character.

It's undoubtedly supposed to
be Lionel, isn't it?

"Divine Beings,"
"Heavenly Creatures."

It was a homage.

To a film
about two young women

killing one of their mothers
with a brick to the head.

Curiously,
the film was taken down

the day after
Lionel Bridges was murdered.

You then went out
and shot an alternative ending

the next day, correct?

Yes.

And why would you do that?

I felt ashamed.

I knew it would look insensitive
even though...

It was a joke.

Poppy and I used to talk about

killing off
Lionel's steampunk character,

but only his character,
not him.

We were role-playing.
It was a silly game.

It wasn't real.

Until suddenly it wasreal.

Poppy's father
really is dead.

The man who stood in the way
of you two being happy together.

He dies.
The next day, you move in.

Into his house.

Everyone's a winner
except Lionel.

Poppy and I have broken up.

Why would we do something
like that just to break up?

Maybe you couldn't handle
the guilt.

No, I didn't do it.

What about Poppy?

With your father dead,
you stand to inherit his house,

his business,
which you could run or sell,

make a tidy profit.

Enough to kick-start your
filmmaking career in earnest.

I didn't want him dead, okay?
He was my dad.

What about Cleo?

You've earned yourself
an extra biscuit thingy.

The fibers from the hat
look to be a match

with the green fibers
fused to the ear.

They'll need to be tested.

But in
your expert opinion...?

In all likelihood,

the hat and the ear
were in close proximity

at the time of the explosion.

So Lionel was wearing
this hat?

Assuming he was still attached
to the ear, then yes.

Okay, stagger around
like you're drunk,

and then visit the mens,
then the ladies.

It's a wonder this guy

could keep this thing
on his head.

Thank you both
for coming back in.

I just have one question.

- Whose hat is this?
- It's mine.

- So you were wearing it?
- No, I was.

Poppy gave it to me
as a symbol of our commitment.

Where did you find it?

Okay, got it.
Thanks, Sims.

You're in a new spot.

Yeah.
Thanks to Tim Werner.

He tried to rent me
a Timmie Time Toilet Tank --

you know, on the idea
that sometimes

when people have a coffee
it makes them want to,

you know, "go."

So rather than go to "go,"
I offer facilities.

It makes a lot of sense.

But why pay Timmie Time
when I can get it for free?

Sims, we've been looking at this
the wrong way 'round.

Lionel Bridges
wasn't the target.

Cleo, you mentioned
to Detective Sims

that on the night
Lionel was killed

you wet yourself.

My God. I can't believe
you wrote that down.

You said it was because of
the shock of the explosion.

Yeah.

Has anything like this
ever happened to you before?

No.
Never.

Well, how much had you had
to drink?

Only a couple of beers.
I was playing in the band. Why?

Are you sure it was
after the explosion?

- My God.
- Don't look at me!

No, actually,
it was just before.

So embarrassing.

Thank you for your time,
Cleo.

You're both free to go.

Can I give either of you
a ride home?

I'll walk.
You go with her.

No, um, you take the car.
I'll walk. I don't mind.

Um, can I just say,
off the record,

you two have been through
a lot,

and you both really seem
to care about each other.

I know you're young,
but believe me,

it's actually
a really rare thing.

So, just don't be so quick
to throw it away.

Um, we could both walk.

Okay.

You think it's safe
out there?

Yes, Alden, I do.

You're free to go.

Thank you
for your understanding.

Um...

If you ever fancy
a balloon ride.

It really is
a whole other world up there.

Detective, can I help you?

Like you said the other day
about always being able

to find something new.

It's very true.

- No, don't do that.
- I know, I know.

My doctor said I need to go easy
on the salt.

But it isn't salt, is it?

I think you'd better
come down to the station.

Why?

To answer
a few more questions.

What if I don't want to?

- Then I could arrest you.
- For what?

- The murder of Lionel Bridges.
- No, I didn't murder him.

Then you won't mind
answering those questions.

Send in forensics.

You cared deeply for Lionel.

Everyone knew that.

The idea that you would
want to hurt him is absurd.

Yeah, that's right.

Absolutely right.

What was less known

was your intense infatuation
with Poppy Bridges.

Nobody knew about it because
you kept it very private.

She had rejected you
at a party years ago.

To her it was nothing more
than an awkward interaction,

long forgotten.

But to you it was devastating,
wasn't it?

You found comfort in the world
of incel chat rooms,

where other lonely men
vented about all the women

who'd wronged them.

But your crush on Poppy
never went away,

hence you jumped at the chance

to edit her steampunk videos
for free.

It meant you could be close
to her in a unique way.

But Lionel had nothing
but hatred for women.

In his mind,
women were the cause

of much of the suffering
in his world.

When after all I gave up my life
to raise her,

she decides she's gonna
bring home a girl.

So you came up
with a plan to impress him.

Girl?
No, no, no.

Two birds with one stone --

Kill Poppy's new girlfriend

by locking her in
the female portaloo

and pumping it full of gas,

making sure it looked like
Alden Coombes was responsible...

...either deliberately
or through negligence.

In your mind,
with one fell swoop,

both you and Lionel
would be rid of

all the troubles
in your lives.

And who knows?

I mean, with Cleo gone

maybe Poppy would see you
in a different light.

This fob watch was found

attached to
your steampunk costume,

containing traces of the "salt"
from the salt mine,

which is in fact
crushed furosemide, a diuretic.

Extreme high doses
can take effect quickly,

causing bladder spasms.

The same drug you take.

Or don't take.

I imagine not taking
your medicine

is one of the few ways you have
of rebelling

against your
overbearing mother.

Lionel, I got you a...

You've already got one.

One going spare?

That's kind.
Thanks, Bart.

Cleo thought you were
trying to be nice.

Making an effort.

- To sexy hats!
- To sexy hats.

And you were -- to kill her.

I'll get more.

You knew it would only be
a matter of minutes before Cleo

desperately needed
to relieve herself,

so you went outside and waited
by the women's portaloo.

But Lionel had caught
a really unlucky break.

You should take that off.

I really want you
to be happy for me.

Funny.

All I really want
is a piss and a durry.

If he'd used the male portaloo,
we wouldn't be sitting here.

But again, bad luck.

You!

So you secured
the door shut...

...headed towards
your alibi.

It was only meant as a joke.

She would've smelled the gas

and come out
and laughed maybe.

But it's not murder, is it,
I mean, if I didn't mean it?

C- Can I see my mum?

So are you gonna tell us
who this mystery lady is?

I, don't see the need.

Come on.

He's Willie.
As in Willie Nelson.

Aha!
A country music fan.

No!
The librarian?

No.
Petra Conway.

- Who's Petra Conway?
- My ex-wife.

Good night.

Wait!
Which one?

That doesn't really
narrow it down.

Oi!

- Hi!
- Petra.

- How was the festival?
- Incredible.

A week of sun, country music,
wine, teepees.

You should have come.

Yeah, it was all a bit
short notice.

My little Willie!

He didn't get in the way?

- You got a red open?
- I do.

- Would you like to come in?
- Yeah.

Come on.