All language subtitles for The Brokenwood Mysteries - St6 (04_04) - DEad and Buried - Untertitel EN_2

Hey, someone.

You better come!

You better come now!

Something's not right!

Shut up, Rayleen.
Give it a rest.

You better come!
You better come now!

Shut up!

You better shut up, Rayleen,
unless you want to...

Jesus.

Don't look at me.

I hate prisons.

Well, I think, my friend,
that's the whole idea.

People come here for
a long time, not a good time.

Hello, detectives.

It's nice
to see you again.

Hello.
Angela Lafferty.

I'm superintendent here.

Detective Kristin Sims
and D.C. Breen.

Welcome to Brokenwood Women's.

Brenda.

Why aren't you
in the yard?

I found her in the library.

You know I love a good book,
ma'am.

The yard.
Now.

Yes, ma'am.

Come this way.

My ladies are unsettled.
Losing one of their own.

Even hardened criminals
aren't immune to grief.

There you are.

Trudy, kitchen duty
is canceled.

Get her to the yard,
please.

- And what about Jonesy?
- She's still in solitary.

I want her in the yard too.

Move it, Neilson.

Apologies.
Like I said -- unsettled.

I'm sure you'll see

It's all rather
tragically straightforward.

Corina Doyle.

She was seven years
into a 15-year sentence.

Get Gina in here.

Hey.

Hey, come over here.

I've got something
I need to ask you.

You okay?

Yeah. Suicide by pencil.
I've seen everything now.

I suppose in here one's options
are kind of limited.

Do you have everything
you need?

Who found the deceased?

My senior guard,
Denise Karawa.

She was alerted by one of
the ladies who raised the alarm.

Okay,
can we speak with Denise?

I sent her home.

It was the end
of her night shift.

Did she fill out
an incident report?

Of course.
It's in my office.

Come this way.

I'm surprised you didn't keep
the guards here

so we could speak to them.

With overtime rates as they are,
it wasn't an option.

Welcome to my pleasure dome.

Please excuse the mess.

Quarterly report time.

I feel I am
forever reassuring shareholders

the sky is not falling.

You like fish, Detective?

I like your office.

Maybe it's time for a makeover
down at the station.

Reckon the boss
will go for it?

I do my best to remind
the ladies

that outside these walls
lies beauty and hope.

Whenever they're brought before
me for discipline or reward

I see it as an opportunity
to remind them of that

by hosting them in a room
that evokes nature

and a sense of harmony.

There was a second guard.
A Kasey Biden?

- Yes.
- Has she been sent home too?

Well, as I said,
there was a shift change.

Is there a problem?

We will need a statement
from Denise and Kasey

as soon as possible.

I will put them in touch.

You said Corina was seven years
into her sentence.

Had she spent
all that time here?

No.

She was transferred here from
City Women's about a year ago.

But she settled in nicely.

Initially she roomed
with Rayleen Hogg

but asked to be moved.

Rayleen can be
a little intense.

We are familiar
with Ms. Hogg.

And she raised the alarm?

Yes.
She woke most of the wing.

Was Corina
generally well liked?

Yes.

And happy?

Well, so it seemed.

But troubles run deep,
I suppose.

Now, I'd like to walk
my ladies through D Wing

for a karakia
and some reflection

to start the healing process
and clear the negative energy.

How soon can I do that?

The pathologist won't take long.
She's Russian.

Very efficient.

Here we go.
A Breen special.

Where are we at?

So the deceased is one
Corina Doyle, aged 35 years.

Originally from
up these ways but --

She moved to the western suburbs
of the city in her 20s.

Corina Bennett
is her maiden name.

She was married to
a Jayden Doyle for three years

before killing him
in their garage

with the blunt end of an ax.

She was sentenced to 15 years,

two less than a life sentence,
for an early plea.

Clearly I've just
wasted my time.

Do you know her personally?

I know her from my time
as a D.I. in the city.

I'm the one who put her away.

When I met Corina,
she was a young woman

who suffered
terrible spousal abuse.

Jayden Doyle was notorious
in crime circles

for being a violent thug.

Police were called in
by neighbors several times.

Please, babe, don't.

But he always managed
to persuade her to drop charges.

Please, babe, don't.
Don't!

But then one day,
she struck back, fatally.

She was apprehended.

But after days of interviews,

she refused to divulge
what she'd done

with the weapon
or his body.

If there was no weapon or body,
how did you get a conviction?

She confessed.
Right off the bat.

He's dead
because I killed him.

With one big fat whack.

She told us how and why
and with what,

just not where
to find the body.

You can ask all you want.
I'm not saying.

What about his family,
for their sake?

Seriously?

They stood by and let him do
what he did. They knew.

Yes, but they didn't do it.

- Didn't they?
- Give them closure, Corina.

They don't deserve closure.

I think we're done here.

If you tell us,
if you cooperate,

I'll talk to the prosecutors.

We'll see what we can do.

I'm going to jail
for a real long time anyway.

Doesn't make much difference.

Got to keep something
for myself.

As you can appreciate,
this feels somewhat personal.

We should keep an open mind.

But the report said she was
found bleeding and unresponsive

in her locked cell.

- Yes.
- Which suggests suicide.

Does it?

So, Breen, get back to
the prison, grab all the CCTV.

Kristin, we need to talk to
the guards to get more detail.

I want to know the truth
about Corina's fate.

It must have been
a traumatic morning.

Put me off my cornflakes,
that's for sure.

Did you ask
to be stood down?

No.
I'm working tomorrow.

Back on days for a bit.

After a week of nights?

Covering for a colleague.
Could use the cash.

Though I prefer nights.

Quieter normally.

Um, had Corina Doyle
shown any signs of distress

or been involved in any fights
with other inmates?

Not more than anyone else.

You know,
tensions boil over sometimes.

Was she liked?

Yeah.
One of the popular ones.

Good-looking, confident.

She seemed at peace
with where she was at and why.

How often do you check
on the prisoners?

We do walk-bys every hour.

I did 1:00 a.m.,
3:00 a.m., 4:00,

then nothing till 6:30

when we wake the women up
for their morning routines.

Then you discovered Corina
at 5:34 a.m.?

That doesn't fit
with your patrol time.

One of the prisoners
was making a disturbance.

Rayleen Hogg?

So I went to check it out.

- You need to come now. Now!
- Shut up!

You better shut up, Rayleen,
unless you want to...

To be honest,
Rayleen's hard work,

so I just expected it
to be her acting up.

But then...

Yeah, it's not the first time
I've found an inmate.

Probably won't be
the last, but...

Were there any other
prisoners awake?

All of them.

Couldn't have slept
through Rayleen's carry-on.

Thanks, Denise.

Um, we're checking
with CCTV footage,

so we'll be back
with any further questions.

Good luck with that.

- Meaning?
- Well, there isn't any.

I've seen the cameras
mounted on the walls.

Decommissioned.

You have to understand one thing
about Brokenwood Women's.

Money's too tight to mention.

Me and the others
have been trying for years

to get them back operational --

for our own protection,
let alone the inmates'.

Well, this may be a prison,

but human rights
cannot be breached.

Well, have you considered
it puts your staff at risk?

My staff are capable
of looking after themselves.

Look, am I missing
something here, Detective?

Well, we like to
keep an open mind.

There are
operational cameras

monitoring external exits
if that is of any help.

Yeah, well,
D.C. Breen's already on his way,

so if you could furnish him
with what you do have,

that would be appreciated.

Of course.

Weird.

Unbelievable.

- Gina.
- Mike.

I'm ready to receive you.

We're on our way.

Hi, Corina.

How the hell
did you end up this way?

The fatality was caused
by a single stab wound

two inches deep

passing between
the third and the fourth ribs

and the pericardial cavity,

tearing open the right ventricle
of the heart.

The victim bled dry.

Which is why there was
such a high volume of blood.

Exactly, Mike.

Also caused by
the curiously shaped wound.

- In what way?
- Asymmetrical.

I think the blade
was improvised.

Blade? So it wasn't caused
by the pencil?

Possibly.
But not conclusively.

And what about this?
Is this bruising?

Of some kind.

Very strange.

Perhaps she dropped herself
onto the blade

and this was caused
with another point of impact.

I will conduct some tests.

Something else unusual --

When I was walking
outside the prison,

one of the women
said something very strange.

I need you
to tell Mike Shepherd something.

I know Mike very well.
He's a busy man.

He's about to get
a lot busier.

Too busy to talk to you.

Tell him Trudy Neilson knows
where the body's buried.

These prisoners
are not very bright.

Of course
the body's not buried yet.

It is right here.

Look --
Sorry, your name again?

D.S.S. Mike Shepherd.

Mr. Shepherd, I'm unsure why
you need to interview witnesses.

There were none.

We're yet to determine
the exact cause of death.

But if someone saw or heard
something, it could be helpful.

If one of my ladies
takes her own life,

then sadly that is
the cause of death.

And it is something
we will handle internally.

But if it wasn't?

Are you really suggesting
foul play?

Well, we need to keep
an open mind.

Open mind, yes,
you said.

Brokenwood Women's has
a clean slate in that regard.

Inmates have only very
rarely died by their own hand

or through
an unfortunate accident.

It's very hard
to fall on a pencil.

Have you read Nietzsche,
Detective?

Not to any great extent.

I have.

If you stare
into the abyss...

The abyss stares back at you.

- Very good.
- Meaning?

If you look hard enough
for long enough,

you will find things
that aren't even there.

Or you find things
that are there,

which is always
more satisfying.

Trudy Neilson is waiting for you
in the lawyers' room.

Trudy.

Detectives.
Been a while.

- Indeed.
- How are you?

You know,
staying out of trouble.

You look well.

It's all the crap food
and fluorescent lighting.

After three years, it does
wonders for your complexion.

Your cell
was next to Corina Doyle's.

Yeah.

She was
one of the good ones.

Did you hear anything unusual
last night?

Nothing till Rayleen
started whining.

Whatever Corina did to herself,
she didn't make a bloody sound.

We understand you might have
some information about a body.

What body
are you referring to?

Corina's dog-breath husband,
Jayden Doyle.

We got friendly.
She opened up, trusted me.

Talked about
how she ended up in the can.

Told me the whole story of what
happened with her husband.

Sounds like he deserved
what he got.

Did she say what she did
with his body?

Buried him.

Did she say where?

She explained it
in detail.

She even drew a map.

That's all I can remember.

This map was in a book?

Can you recall the title?

Like I said,
that's all I remember.

If I talk to my lawyer,
I'm sure that'd jog my memory.

No such thing as a free lunch,
Detective.

You will need to prove
the existence of this map

before I can involve
higher-ups.

In the presence of my lawyer,
tomorrow.

Sooner the better, I'm sure.

Why did you think
Corina entrusted you

with this information,
after all these years?

- She was scared.
- Of?

Same thing
everyone's scared of.

- If I die...
- You're not gonna die, hon.

No way.
The girls won't let it happen.

Yeah, but if I do,

I can't take this secret
with me.

Why did she think
she might die?

Shaz Doyle.

When she heard Shaz was
coming in to do a stretch,

she knew her time
might be up.

Guess she wanted someone
to hold that secret safe.

Jayden Doyle's sister is here
in Brokenwood Women's?

She was.
Doing three years for GBH.

Did you know of
the family connection

between Shaz
and Corina Doyle?

As a privately run prison,

I am expected to be operating
at capacity.

I'm not in the business
of being choosy.

- So you knew?
- Yes.

Which is why she was eventually
segregated over to C Wing.

"Eventually" suggests
that they did have contact.

Well, not after
the craft-class incident.

Knit one, purl one.

Knit one, purl one.

Rayleen, we're knitting scarves,
not a bikini.

Maybe you'd like to model it,
Corina?

Dream on, Rayleen.

You're gonna die, bitch!

Sit down!
Sit down!

Jonesy!

That's a sure way
to drop a stitch.

Shaz Doyle was segregated

and then transferred
to another prison.

When was this?

She was moved away
the night before last.

And then Corina supposedly
takes her own life.

You don't think
that's a coincidence?

Shaz was a threat removed.

She wasn't here.

We're gonna need to speak

to all the women in D Wing.

And we're yet to talk
to Kasey Biden,

the other guard
working with Denise Karawa.

It'll be lockdown soon.

I'll make all my ladies
available tomorrow

after visiting hours.

Kasey will be working then
as well.

For the record, knitting classes
have been banned.

Sadly, it only takes
one bad egg.

Angela Lafferty runs
a very liberal prison.

Limited CCTV,
knitting needles.

She's a New Age bureaucrat.

I'm surprised she doesn't offer
ladders and angle grinders.

Too many seminars,
none of them in common sense.

What did you make
of Trudy Neilson?

She seemed genuinely
cut up about Corina.

But still prepared
to play hardball

with Corina's
personal information.

Yeah, well, she knows
she has leverage.

I mean, what other hope
does she have?

Trudy gets leverage,
Corina dies.

That can't be a coincidence.

Hello, Mike.

Gina.

Great.
Just what I always wanted.

A slab of raw beef
for the office.

It is best to simulate
human flesh.

I thought pork
was your preferred cut.

At this time of year,
beef offers a closer density.

Are you giving us
a demonstration?

No.
You are.

Please.

Stab the beef
as best as you can.

- Seriously?
- Please, Mike.

You know you want to.

"A" for effort, Mike.

You broke it.

Bull's-eye!

You may have penetrated,

but if you look closely
you have no lead in your pencil.

I conducted this test myself
48 times.

Every time the pencil mostly
snapped and the lead broke.

The weapon found at the scene
had its lead intact.

Therefore, I conclude

it was not the instrument
that killed Corina Doyle.

Any idea what did?

It's a prison.
An improvised device.

- Sharpened plastic spoon?
- Too weak.

- The arm of a pair of glasses?
- Too thin.

- A knitting needle.
- Too round.

- Macrame hook.
- Pff!

No one does macrame
these days.

I will conduct my tests.
Leave it with me.

We can be certain that Corina
didn't die by her own hand

but that someone wanted us
to think that she did.

And we also know the women
on D Wing had serious form,

most notably
her immediate cellmates.

Trudy Neilson
poisoned her neighbor

and strung him up
like a scarecrow.

Brenda White.

Stabbed the woman her lover
was flirting with.

And Rayleen Hogg electrocuted

country music singer
Holly Collins.

No!

And stabbed Holly's boyfriend,
Waylon Strings.

As we say in Russia,

I think it's a case of
vishlok, vashlok, vushka, voe.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

- Detective.
- Ray.

This is a bit awkward,
isn't it?

Having to visit one's sister
in the big house.

No one wants that.

What about Doug?
Was he not up to it?

Dougie's moved on.

Having a missus in jail
wasn't really working for him.

So it's down to me.

- Anyway, best be off.
- Good on you.

We both do our bit
as prison visitors.

I've always had a soft spot
for Brenda White, as you know.

- And how's she doing?
- Very well.

She's truly remorseful
for what she did.

And I visit
Rayleen Hogg because, well...

Well,
she'd have no one.

A real Nancy-no-mates.

However, she's doing very well
with her Bible studies.

- She's found God?
- Quite born again.

Even a double murderer
deserves a second chance.

As Jesus said, "Let he who is
without sin," and all that.

Terrible news
about Corina Doyle.

I take it foul play
was involved?

- A murder investigation?
- Yes.

Are you sure?

Insofar that we know
it wasn't suicide, then yes.

And do you have a murder weapon?
A motive?

We're in the process
of obtaining that.

Does this Trudy Neilson business
have anything to do with this?

We'll know more when we've
interviewed the other women.

Her lawyer is due later.

I trust she's not
wasting your time.

Anything of interest
in the CCTV?

- Not as yet.
- My point proven.

An invasion of privacy
with no useful outcome

and an unnecessary cost.

Best we get on with it.

Detectives,
I hope you're right.

Because if you're not

but the news gets out
that Brokenwood Women's

has had a murder on my watch,

that genie will never
get back in the bottle.

Rayleen,
you raised the alarm.

Everyone else was asleep.

But you weren't?

No.

I mean, I'm actually
a heavy sleeper,

but I wake early, around 5:30,

to get extra time
with my Bible.

Yes, Reverend Greene
told us that you'd found God.

Well, he found me, actually.

Which was pretty lucky.

I was lost, I admit that,

when I met you both
back when.

I wasn't at my best.

God's word
is of great comfort

and offers a clear path
on my journey to redemption.

And I really like the stories.

And then Jesus said,

"Hi, I'm Jesus,

and this is
the way of light,

and I am the torch of truth,

and I can do magic tricks.

Look how I can turn my wine
into blood."

Hey.

Hey, somebody.

Um, had you heard
any unusual noises before that?

I really liked Corina.

She was really nice.

And she really liked me.

Holding the tummy in.

She used to flirt
with me in yoga.

Turning onto your left side

for the "scissor Buddha
by the pool" position.

Couldn't keep her eyes
off me, actually.

So I wouldn't want to hurt her,
if that's what you're thinking.

We're just trying to get
a clear picture

of how everyone related
in your wing.

Real well.
Kasey?

Except for that time
Corina smacked you.

That was a mistake.

You know that, Hogg.

Yeah, true.

It's a real shame
Corina's dead.

But as Jesus said, "There's
plenty more fish in the sea."

I'm not sure
he quite said that.

Someone hasn't been reading
their Bible, Detective.

Well, thank you, Rayleen.

We'll leave it there.

Tell me --

I seem to remember
that your mother was unwell.

Does she manage to visit?

No.

She died.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I wasn't there for her,
you see?

I was stuck in here.

And whose fault was that?

Come on, Rayls.

Like I said,
Slept through the whole thing.

A woman dies two doors
down from you, and nothing?

Hear no evil, see no evil,
speak no evil.

That's how it works
around here.

Choosing not to hear anything
doesn't mean nothing was heard.

If a tree falls in the
forest and all that, right?

You didn't hear
or see anything?

I feel like
you're wasting my time.

Funny,
I get a similar feeling.

No offense,
but I'm only interested

in talking to the big guy.

God?
Well, yeah, me too.

At least, you know,
he might've heard something.

No, your senior.

My boss is busy.

Well, his loss, then.

Because what I have to say
is way above your pay grade.

You and Denise Karawa
were on watch when Corina died.

Did you do a walk-by
that night?

I did 12:00 and 2:00 a.m.

And anything
out of the ordinary?

- How long does a walk-by take?
-10 minutes.

If everything's all quiet,
five, to be honest.

And the rest of the time?

Doing what everybody else
does these days.

There's nothing much else
to do.

That came from Corina?

I was trying to break up a fight
between her and Shaz Doyle.

Hey!
Hey, hey, hey!

Corina took a swing.
I got in the way.

It wasn't meant for me.

So, nothing personal, then?

Occupational hazard.

But you didn't put Corina
in solitary?

It was Shaz's fault.

She'd been targeting Corina
for weeks.

She'd even tried
to steal my keys.

Grow a brain, Doyle.

I take it
she wasn't successful.

I wouldn't have my job
if she had been.

Has it happened before,
prisoners stealing keys?

Not on my watch.

Do you get on well
with the prisoners?

I like to think so.

And the superintendent?

Angela?

Could do with a bit less
of the whale song and yoga

and namby-pamby stuff.

I mean, it's not supposed to be
a holiday camp, is it?

Any ideas on how a woman dies
in her locked cell?

I thought it was suicide.

Other than suicide.

Look...

All these women
are bloody crafty.

You turn your back for a minute,
and they'll be up to something.

Now, I actually like
some of them,

but I wouldn't trust them
as far as I could throw them.

I hate
this godforsaken place.

It's not meant to be
a picnic.

I was guilty
of one spontaneous mistake.

You stabbed an innocent woman
with a pair of scissors.

- She walked into them.
- She died, Brenda.

Yes, and that was wrong.

I'm glad you can see that.

It was wrong, and she died.
I get it.

But I'm a changed person.

I lost everything.
I didn't just lose my freedom.

I lost Declan.

I even lost my baby.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But my anger is under control.
It won't happen again.

It was just a jealousy thing,

and jealousy is ugly,
I know that.

I'm not sure why
this declaration

was above
D.C. Breen's pay scale.

I know where Jayden Doyle
is buried.

Trudy Neilson may say
that she does, but she doesn't.

What makes you say that?

I'm the one with the map.

I'm not interested
in playing games, Brenda.

Your loss, then.

How is it that you know this
information and Trudy doesn't?

Because Trudy's lying.

Corina told me.
In confidence.

For all I know, both of you
are wasting my time.

You sure about that?

You try to get it,
and it'll be sexual assault.

You better believe that I'm
holding all the aces right now.

Brenda White
could be playing you.

I suppose this is a bad time
to ask about my pay grade?

- So, what happens now?
- I talk to Hughes.

I get that finding
Jayden Doyle's remains

is important to you,
but is it helping us figure out

who killed Corina?

Well, if they're linked,
it's two birds with one stone.

- And if they're not?
- Then we get another stone.

The other two women on the wing
the night in question --

a C.J. Walker was
in the secure hospital unit

with blood poisoning
from an infected tattoo

caused by the other,
known as Jonesy.

Aaah!
Shit.

Apparently
Jonesy scratched Walker

across the tattoo.

She went to solitary
for that?

Jonesy was already
on her last warning

after a violent outburst against
Shaz Doyle two weeks prior.

Shut your mouth, Doyle!

Jonesy!

For someone who wasn't here
very long,

Shaz Doyle
certainly made an impression.

That's the Doyle way.

Punch first, and forget
to ask questions later.

Find out
what that fight was about.

On it.

Regardless, Walker and Jonesy
weren't on the wing.

So Trudy, Brenda,
and Rayleen Hogg

are our key suspects.

Chase up Gina on what object
was used as the murder weapon.

Me?
Gina hates me.

No, it's an act.

Actually,
it -- it's not.

Seriously, if I ask Gina
to do anything,

guaranteed she won't do it.

I'll have to tell her it's
a personal request from you.

Tell her anything you want.

Just get it done.

- Angela.
- We have an issue.

Brenda White stole my map.

The map
you told me about yesterday?

I've been
totally ripped off.

I would normally handle

a property violation internally,
but...

How did Brenda know about it?

When Shaz was being moved
to another prison...

I'll be back for you!

Ha ha! Whatever!

Aar!

- Hey, um...
- What?

Corina told me
where she buried her old man.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

When was this?

Few nights back,
before lockdown.

She whispered it
as if she was letting it go.

So where'd she put him?

She didn't say.

She wrote it down.

So, what are you gonna do?

Keep it safe.
What else?

I thought nothing of it
until the other morning.

So much for the sisterhood.

And Jesus said,
"I can set fire to bushes

and walk
on the backs of fishes."

And on the seventh day,
he rested.

I can't betray her
like that.

But this is your passage
out of here.

- I can't do that.
- Come on!

You said,
according to Corina,

the cops were begging
for her to tell them.

She can't do that now,
but you can.

Look, you lucked in, girl.

It's like finding
that golden ticket,

only better because freedom
tastes way better

than chocolate, my friend.

You stupid cow.

She must've gone through
every bloody book,

because I had it well hidden.

Not that well hidden.

If you didn't know what it was,
that map would mean nothing.

Just lines on a page,
a few letters,

X marks the spot.

So Brenda won't be able
to interpret it?

I told her too much.
I thought I could trust her.

But it's my property.
I want it back.

Given it was left
in the library,

it's hardly
anyone's specific property.

Well, that's easy
for you to say.

In this place,
there's no privacy.

I don't think
that's fair, Trudy.

We do our best
to preserve your rights.

You keep what you can
where you can.

That's just the truth,
ma'am.

I'm not sure
how this involves me.

You're the detective.
Find it.

How do I know you're not
appropriating Brenda's story?

No way.
Corina told me!

Trudy, from my point of view,

the knowledge
of where Jayden Doyle lies

actually belongs
to his family.

If I can help them
with that closure, I will.

Wait, you're gonna let her
get away with it?

I need to look
at the bigger picture.

Don't trust Brenda White,
Detective.

You'll regret it.
I did.

Thank you, Denise.

Neilson, let's go.

Life sucks sometimes,
girl?

There is one way to get
to the bottom of this.

Hope you're gonna put this back
the way you found it.

Nothing, ma'am.

There's a thousand places
to hide stuff 'round this joint.

But don't worry, Detective.
Secret's safe with me.

So, um, how about
you call my lawyer

and we get this show
on the road?

Seriously?

Prisoners can file these down
on the rough stone walls.

It takes many hours,
but they have plenty of time.

But it's not a fit?

Not conclusively.

It's probably a little difficult
to smuggle into a prison.

Mike would understand.

So no clear indication yet?

You think this is easy?

Pathology's both an art
and a science.

Well, all I'm saying is
we're just keen

to isolate a murder weapon
so we can move things forward.

And what am I?
Chopped liver?

No.

Um, I forgot to mention.

Mike said
something about

wanting you
to come over for a meal.

When is this?

I guess once he wraps up
this investigation.

I mean, you know how he is.
Busy, busy!

He works very hard.

He does.

Go away.
I need to focus.

Of course.

If it isn't legal counsel
Miranda Temple.

Trudy.
Hello.

I can't believe
you're representing

that back-stabbing
piece of trash Brenda White.

Lawyers tend to have
more than one client.

At least the good ones do.

I was booked to come here
at 3:00 p.m., as you know.

Regardless of who I see,
I'm here.

Could you be
my lawyer too?

Do you require representation?

No, guess I don't.

I like it here.

Well, if things change...

You owe me big-time.

Call me if you need
formal assistance.

In the meantime,
my client is waiting.

I'll be calling.
Don't you worry about that.

I have sighted the
property belonging to my client.

I understand "belonging"

is a term that's up for debate.

Finders keepers, Detective.

Ms. White, please.

I believe it is what the police
are interested in.

"Gagging for," I think,
is the term.

Brenda.

Let's keep things factual,
shall we?

My client is nearly four years
into a seven-year sentence

for manslaughter.

And congratulations again
on a fine piece of lawyering

getting that down
from murder.

- Some of the facts were unclear.
- I didn't mean to do it.

And Scarlett Ming just walked
into those scissors?

That's how I remember it.

Sims.

With the standard
reduction for good behavior,

my client
is due for release in 18 months.

I propose that when
you successfully locate

the remains
of Jayden Doyle,

thanks to the selfless help
from my client

in locating
the missing document...

"Stealing," I think,
is the term.

It was lost. I found it.
Some credit please.

I propose that my client

has the rest
of her sentence commuted.

I doubt very much

that the powers that be
will agree to that.

Well, I presume that depends on
how important it is to police

to give resolution
to the grieving Doyle family.

It's worth
asking the question.

Then I suggest you get back
to us with your best offer,

and quickly.

It seems this vital information
has a tendency to go walkabout.

So the question remains,

how does a prisoner get murdered
in their locked cell

other than by someone
with a key?

Or a talent
for walking through walls.

What about those two guards?

Perhaps there's a motive
we're missing.

I'm talking with
Denise tomorrow.

I have some information
for you.

Okay.

But I can't be seen
talking to you fellas

by any of the inmates.

It breaks trust.

Yeah, got it.

We can meet
when I'm off duty.

Maybe something
will come of that.

Any progress with Gina?

Um, yeah,
she's getting pretty close.

I told her
that you love her work.

There you go.
Not that hard.

And that you'd have
dinner with her.

What?

Well, you said
whatever it takes.

So are you still
following through

on Corina's missing husband?

I'm heading to the city
first thing.

If the Doyles are as bad
as you say they are,

why are you bending
over backwards for this?

It'll lead us
to our offender.

You sure about that?

Are you sure about
this Jayden Doyle revelation?

I'm as sure as I can be.

So someone got this intel
and iced Corina,

making that information
their asset?

That's how it feels.

This Brenda White
certainly has form

regarding the lethal use
of sharp objects.

And she has the map.

You've sighted it?

She has a clear motive,
then.

Maybe.

But if we close in now,

that map disappears
as quickly as it surfaced,

and Jayden
stays in the ground forever.

Three days we pressed her.

She didn't even get close
to giving it up.

Then eight years later
she moves to Brokenwood Women's

and spills the beans?

Whoever said prison
doesn't have positive outcomes?

So?

So I will talk to
the district commander

and she'll line up
the Crown solicitor

to seek
an appeal out of time.

- It's that simple?
- Until it's not.

But, Mike, we put this
in motion, we're exposed.

Dangling it in the wind,
if you know what I mean.

You're a long way from home.

Missing the big smoke?

No.

I've got other business
to attend to.

Thanks, Ronnie.

You remember, Ronnie?

I do.

Thanks for the tea, Ron.

It's coffee.

Instant.

I reckon it tastes just like
fancy plunger stuff

in these cups.

I like the feel of the china
on my lips.

Thanks for the coffee,
then, Ron.

He doesn't speak anymore
since his larynx got smashed

in an altercation.

Jeez, will you shut
that bloody fish up?!

Christ!

So spit it out.

You're here to talk to me
about that little bitch, Corina.

Yes.

I heard she topped herself.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Your daughter Shaz is in
the prison system now.

Yeah, poor love.
Got in a bit of strife.

Did you put her up to it,
make a move on Corina?

I wouldn't know anything
about that.

But if she did,
all power to her.

Corina took my boy,

and I hope she rots good,

long and good, in hell.

There may be a development
in finding Jayden.

Go on.

Shaz succeeded
on one level.

She scared Corina into
telling someone her secret.

No promises.

But I believe I have
a genuine lead.

I wouldn't
be here otherwise.

I want to be there
when you find my boy.

Hey, um, Kimberley,

how long have you been working
teaching yoga at the prison?

Around six months.
It's a bit of extra cash.

Kind of rewarding
seeing the women improve.

Pretty bummed about
Corina Doyle, though.

- You liked her?
- Everyone did.

Did you know that she had
a thing for Rayleen Hogg?

Did Rayleen tell you that?

She did, yeah.

I'm not so sure Corina
saw it that way.

Holding the tummy in
and breathing out.

Turning onto your right side

for the "scissor Buddha
lying by the pool" pose.

Back off, Rayleen.

Was there any sense
that Rayleen felt rejected?

With Jesus on her side, she
feels fine about most things.

I bet Jesus
was good at yoga.

Holding the tummy in.

He had to be flexible to part
the Red Sea the way he did.

- Shut up, Rayleen.
- And breathing out.

And it was Moses.

It was Jesus.

After he read
the Ten Commandments.

Ask Corina.

It was Moses, hon.

Definitely Moses.

It was Moses, Rayleen.

Who's all going to hell,
then?

Not you, Corina.
You're nice.

Coconut flat white coming up.

I've always loved
watching birds.

I can't see anything.

Because you're not looking
hard enough.

Men.
You're all the same.

There.

Okay.

Int's just a mynah bird.

They're not native.

But they're clever
and loyal.

They mate for life.

Just two little birds
sorting out the world together.

Tui, on the other hand...

- Denise...
- Shh, shh.

Listen.

A korimako.
Bellbird.

Sorry?

You said you had
some information.

When I found Corina,

there was something weird
that happened.

Don't look at me.

What the hell have you done?

Why didn't you
mention this before?

Well, any way you look at it, me
and my team were gonna look lax.

- Like we're slack.
- Were you?

Come on.

You've seen the place.
It's old.

And the company that runs it
puts profit before upgrades.

So how do you explain it?

Prisoners have been known
to fashion handmade keys,

in bids to escape
or just to be with one another.

Out of what?

A sturdy hair clip filched
from a visitor.

A bit of wire worked off
the perimeter fence.

You know, we really could have
done with this info

two days ago.

Relax.

I took matters
into my own hands.

On the down-low.

- Where is it?
- What?

Don't play dumb, Hogg.
What are you hiding?

Nothing!
I don't know anything.

We'll see about that.

I know your game.

You want me fired,
is that it?

No way.

I like you, Denise.

Didn't find anything.

But those women
can be bloody sly.

All right.
Well, thanks for your insight.

Detective Breen...

Do with it what you will, but
don't tie anything back to me.

If the boss finds out,
I'll be fired.

We'll be discreet.

And another thing.

Don't take this the wrong way,
but I like Rayleen.

She's okay.
A bit crazy, but she's okay.

We now know
that one of the prisoners,

Rayleen Hogg, had access
outside her cell that night.

And potentially to inside
Corina's cell too.

But that may not have
even been necessary.

If my lovely assistant
would step inside.

Okay. Easy, tiger.
Less of the David Copperfield.

This isn't magic.

It's simple brute strength.

Rayleen coaxes Corina
to the front of the cell.

Corina's gonna be curious.
"What's she doing out?"

Rayleen's strong.

She could've pinned Corina
just long enough

to deal
a single fatal blow.

With what, though?

Yeah, still nothing
from Gina.

She's taking her time.

Well, maybe the object
used as the key

and the one that stabbed Corina
are the same.

Could've been
a knitting needle.

Hasn't Gina discounted
a knitting needle?

Maybe something similar?

Well, at this rate,
whatever it was

will have long since
been disposed of.

We're actioning
the Jayden Doyle lead tomorrow.

Follow this up.
Get me something.

When we find his remains,

I want the hammer
to come down on Brenda White.

I need a weapon.

- He's stressed out.
- Yep.

Can you let me out?

Breen?

No.

Breen.

Breen!

Under urgency,
a judge heard the appeal

and has agreed to the reduction
of Ms. White's sentence.

With a five-year probation.

Not up for negotiation.

And once Mr. Doyle's remains
have been verified,

we send a report
to the Crown solicitor,

they talk to the judge.

- And then I walk free?
- Yes.

Take it or leave it.

Now, you sign this
and pass over the document.

Well?

She drove three hours north
to bury him.

Here?

Out at Brokenwood Bay.

As a volunteer prison helper,

I've tried many things
over the years

to keep the girls stimulated.

Sewing circle
lasted for a while.

But they started stealing the
needles to tattoo themselves.

Guys, check it out.

What?

Um, what does it say?

Can't you read?
It says, "Paulie 4 Eva."

Father of my children.
I love him.

Yeah, no,
it says, "Ave + eilaup."

- No, it doesn't.
- Dear.

You did this in the mirror,
didn't you?

Walker, you bloody idiot.

- No.
- You stupid egg!

It's gonna look that way
"4 eva" too.

There was flax weaving,

until one of the inmates
fashioned a rope

and tried to escape
over the fence.

And of course there's knitting.

Until that Shaz Doyle
got uppity.

Did any of the knitting needles
ever go missing?

No.
Never.

They were always counted
in and out by the guards.

Of course,
they loved singing.

- Another coffee, Mrs. M?
- Yes!

A bit more turmeric
this time.

Okay, yeah.

Now, recently we've moved
into drama,

and we're currently putting on
a nativity play,

which is both safe
and wholesome.

Hello, innkeeper.

My name is Joseph,
and this is my girl, Mary.

She's hot and wild,
and we are weary.

Rayleen, not "hot and wild."

It's, "She's with child."

Yeah, sorry.

She's hot and wild,
and she's with child.

We need a bed.
My baby's nearly cooked.

Alas, my inn
is fully booked.

But I have a farmer
whose name is Pete.

He has a shearing shed,
which is pretty sweet.

Yeah, g'day.
I hear you need a bed?

I have a manger
where you can rest your head.

Yes!

It's nice to give it
a modern twist

and a few rags from home.

It gives the girls, you know,
a real lift.

And they take it
very seriously.

Of course all that stopped

with the, um,
Baby Jesus incident.

Knock, knock.
It's only us.

Here to see the newborn king
called Jes-us.

We are three wise women.
In the east we saw a star.

And we come bearing gifts.

Of gold, frankincense,
and "mrrah."

Thanks!

You know, I've been
so blown away

since I had to push him out
on that bundle of hay.

Look, Joseph, it's...

Bloody hell, Rayleen,
what are you doing?

Jesus, Rayls.
You can't kill baby Jesus.

I remembered he was gonna suffer
on the cross.

What?

I wanted to save him
all that pain.

Hey.
Hi.

Here, look at me.

I want you to take
a deep breath.

You all right now?

Okay.

you don't want to
add infanticide

to that
double-murder rap?

All right, all right.

If someone would pop
Jesus' head back on,

we'll take it from the top.

Nah.
That's enough for today.

What?!

All costumes
back in the case.

Of course, we'll have to find
a new Mary

now that Corina
is no longer with us.

And she was very good.

Once we establish
the excavation site,

some of you have jobs to do,
others may want to grieve.

All will be given their own
space to do what they need.

Understood?

Given the uneven ground,

I think those might
pose a hazard.

Don't even think about trying
anything stupid.

You think
I'd screw this up now?

I've got that golden ticket.
I'm already out of here.

Boss.

Keep going.

Gina.

Mike,
something smells very...

...fishy.

No.

No.

You disgusting,
heartless bitch!

How dare you
drag me out here?!

It's not my fault!
It's not my fault!

There's been a mistake!

The only mistake is you,
you piece of...

Walk her away now.

You might want to give a copy
of that to your client.

Don't even think about it.

This can't be happening!

You played a dud hand, girl.

You're better off
back where you came from.

So you were searching for
a human body,

but you found a fish?

Like the one that got away,
except it didn't.

What kind of fish was it?

A dead one.

Snapper? Kahawai? Kingfish?

I don't know.
Big.

Yeah, it was a kingi.

And this fish,
it was quite intact, right?

So I'm thinking it was only
a couple days old?

You know,
that's what's bugging me.

How does someone in prison bury
a fish on Brokenwood Beach?

Well, that's a question you
might want to ask the fisherman.

Whoo-hoo!

And it was a kingi.
It was a bloody decent size too.

But in the light
of what you're saying,

Ray did say something
kind of odd.

Nice work, Ray.

Indeed.
Trudy will be pleased.

Fancy a drink
at the Toad and Lion?

She told me it was to feed
the meridians.

Feed the what?

Part of the spiritual well-being
course she's been doing.

It's part of her therapy
in the clink.

And you believed her?

Well, to be honest it sounded
like bloody New Age hocus-pocus.

But I was on board.

You know, anything to help her
sort herself out.

And all that digging too.

You need me to bury a fish
with its head facing north?

Feeling that energy
will help me get well.

And the sooner that happens,

the sooner I'm back pulling
pints, pulling my weight.

Putting all this behind me.

Well, I better
get fishing, then.

And don't forget the crystal.

That's the key
to the meridian channels.

I promise you
the next time I visit her,

I'll be giving her a serve.

I can assure you, Ray,
that will be taken care of.

Look, fellas.

On behalf of my wayward sister,
the drinks are on the house.

Good morning, Mike.

Gina.
Good morning.

I think you are very glad
to see me.

Do you notice anything
different about me today?

You're not wearing
your usual work clothes?

One of the many things
I like about you, Mike --

very observant.

Hard to miss, really.

You are too kind.

And this is because I have
surmised the murder weapon.

And?

First you must lie
on the floor.

- Please.
- Or you could just tell me.

No, no, no. You'll not
understand, otherwise.

Please, Mike.
On your back.

Did you get it yet?

I will be gentle, I promise.

Should we just come back later
or...?

No!

Gina has identified
the murder weapon.

A stiletto.

You mean the blade was hidden
in the heel shaft?

No.

With the heel cap removed,

the end sharpened
on a rough surface,

the right angle and force,

with the full weight
of a human bearing down,

it could have punctured
the victim.

After all, that's what
they are modeled on --

the stiletto blade.

And this explains
the bruising on the sternum.

It was caused by the toe
of a shoe.

Size 40, I think.

Slight problem --
Prisoners don't wear high heels.

Prisoners, no.

But who does?

Are you asking me
for an alibi?

We need to place you at the time
of Corina Doyle's death.

I wasn't here,
if that's what you're asking.

So you were...?

At home,
40 minutes away in Riverstone.

You can check with my husband.

His number.

He didn't appreciate
being woken.

Is that all?

I like your shoes.

Is that a compliment,
or are you being facetious?

It's a compliment.

Other superintendents might not
go for the corporate look,

but, as I mentioned,

I see it as setting an example
for my ladies.

Do you wear them to work,

or do you leave a pair here
to change into?

It depends whether I have
a meeting in town before work.

I keep a spare pair
in that cupboard.

- May I?
- It's locked.

You keep it locked
at all times?

This is a prison,
Mr. Shepherd.

Why the sudden interest
in my footwear?

The postmortem suggests
that the murder weapon

was a stiletto shoe.

That's probably the most
ridiculous thing I've heard.

In case you hadn't noticed,

standard-issue prison garb
isn't high heels,

nor do my ladies
have access to them.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

- Sims?
- Apologies.

I, um, have to get back
to the station.

I have a, um,

follow-up witness-statement
thing.

- Keep me posted.
- Yeah.

I need to speak
with Trudy Neilson.

Go get 'em, Trudes.

That was a cruel trick
you played on the Doyles.

I think you're mistaking me
for Brenda White.

- You set her up.
- It was a test.

For what?

To see if she was prepared
to stab me in the back.

She was.
She got what she deserved.

I had his mother out there
devastated all over again.

According to Corina,
they weren't nice people.

The thing is, Detective,

if you'd trusted me
in the first place,

like I suggested,

I would have led you
to the right place, first time.

Are you saying
that can still happen?

Absolutely.

So can you verify
you haven't opened this case

since the last time
you rehearsed the nativity play?

I haven't.

Would you like me
to swear on the Bible?

That won't be necessary.

So everything that the women
used was placed back in here?

Yes.

It was checked by the guards
in and out.

Nothing was out of place,
as I recall.

I mean, if it had been, they
would have been strip-searched,

and that's always,
well, a bit awkward.

Um, you mentioned that Corina
wore a pair of high heels.

Yes, an old pair of mine.
Lovely blood red.

Well,
they're not in here.

The little minxes!

So you knew that Brenda
couldn't be trusted,

and you set her up
with a decoy.

And she went for it
hook, line, and sinker.

- No pun intended.
- Actually it was.

Why go to all that trouble?

I needed to see
what you lot would offer

and that
you'd honor your word.

What makes you think
we'd be inclined to cut a deal

after that display?

You offered Brenda
three years off.

I want four, which means
I'm out of here in six months.

It's very reasonable,

considering her conviction
was for manslaughter.

Yes.
Another of your triumphs.

Ms. Neilson's neighbor
ingested poisoned honey.

Ms. Neilson
wanted to warn him.

She put it in his house.

A regrettable mix-up
the jury decided, as I recall.

- I assume there is another map?
- No way.

I wouldn't trust any of
the women in this place.

It's all up here.

The map is in your head?

I made a mistake.

I've done time,
and I want out.

So let's cut to the chase.
I've got what you want.

My client has leverage,

and she's prepared
to offer that to you.

I'm not gonna drag
Jayden's mother

out into
the middle of nowhere

only to have her suffer
bitter disappointment again.

I don't care
if it's just you and me.

I don't need an audience.
I just want a deal.

Four years
and early parole.

Take it or leave it,
Detective.

I'm interested to know

if you've seen
this pair of shoes before.

Corina wore them.

And did you or her
or anyone you know

remove them
from the activities room?

I never wore them.
They're as ugly as sin.

I didn't wear them.
Corina did.

And she looked
real pretty.

Can you think a bit harder,
Rayleen.

Okay.

What would
I do with them anyhow?

- Is that a no?
- Read my lips.

They're not moving.

'Cause I'm not speaking.

So they're not
in your possession?

I wouldn't be seen dead
in them.

Well, I've never been good
with heels.

I fall off them.

You have no idea
where they might be?

Nothing?

- Is that a Norfolk pine tree?
- I believe so.

Which way's north?

That way.

Boss.

This time, Gina.

We need to get
Nancy Doyle onsite.

You sure?

Who else would it be?

My client was only too happy

to help bring resolution
to the grieving family.

We need to match dental records,
and DNA if necessary,

to make sure
it's not an oversized fish.

Of course.

In the meantime,
I want to discuss

a more favorable arrangement
for my client.

The undertaking
was more than generous.

Immediate release.

Dream on, Ms. Temple.

That is, if you want to know
who killed Corina Doyle.

It's a brave prisoner
who's prepared to nark.

Maybe she has a conscience
after all.

Trudy Neilson?

An undertaking
for immediate release

with a five-year probation,
subject to a confession.

That's better
than a kick in the pants.

I'll make the call.

Looks like we're in business.

When you're ready.

Rayleen.

Rayleen Hogg
killed Corina Doyle?

And how'd she go about that?

She used a homemade key
to unlock herself

and Corina's cell.

And you know this because...?

I heard it.

And what was this key
made from?

Some sort of crochet hook

that she scored
back when we had sewing circle.

And what did Rayleen use
to kill Corina?

With the sharpened end
of a high-heel shoe

that she nicked
from drama class.

These things
were killing me.

Take good care of Jesus.

He's got a lot to achieve.

Look at that.

Lose his head
if it wasn't screwed on.

Why didn't you speak up
about this

when we were
first called in?

Narks don't
last long in that place.

Besides, Rayleen's a bit of
a loose unit.

It feels safer out here.

What did Rayleen have
against Corina?

All I know is she's a bit
of a jealous type.

Corina and I were close.

She envied that.

Why didn't you call out
to the guards?

So I could be next?

What was done was --
It was done.

I'll be requesting
that my client

is kept in solitary confinement
for her own safety

while you gather
any necessary evidence.

"I then unlocked my cell
with a key I had made

and then unlocked
Corina's cell.

I made her get down on the floor
and lying on her back."

Can you add that she wanted
to get on the floor?

For cuddles.
She liked me.

If she liked you so much,
why did you kill her?

She was getting flirty
with Trudy.

I really like Trudy.

And the thing is, you can't have
too many fish in the ocean.

Jesus taught me that.

"I placed a pillow
over her face

and stamped down on her chest
with my heel.

She died really quick."

And can you put "painlessly"?

She didn't suffer.

- Seriously?
- It's her statement.

Not like Jesus.
He really suffered. Big-time.

"I then placed a pencil
near Corina's hand.

and removed my shoes
and tiptoed out,

locking Corina's cell
and getting back into mine.

But I couldn't lock my own.
I was buzzing out too much.

Later I raised the alarm so as
it didn't look like I'd done it.

Rayleen Hogg."

You just need to sign
at the bottom here.

Rayleen, I need to advise you

that you do not
have to sign that document

if you are in any way unsure
that it is 100% correct.

That's very official.

That's what lawyers are for.

Yeah, nah.
It's all good.

Rayleen, you told me
you never wear high heels.

I lied.

Where is the homemade key now,
and the shoe?

If I tell them,
will I get a reduced sentence?

Detective?

No.

Then I'm not saying any more.

Ma'am.

Rayleen, I feel let down.

Yeah.
Me too.

I gave you latitude,
creative outlets,

and you repay me like this.

Were you trying
to embarrass me?

- No.
- Well, you've succeeded.

Well, looky here.
The shoe.

Don't touch it.

Does this look familiar?

It belonged to my Mary.

And that would be who?

Corina.
It's the one Corina wore.

And where is the other one?

Come on, Hogg.
Where is it?

Did you flush it?

It's often how they like to
dispose of contraband.

Break it apart
and flush it bit by bit.

- Well?
- Yes.

Rayleen.

Could you show us how you
unlocked yourself

from the inside?

You've got to
hold your tongue right.

Don't waste
the detectives' time, Hogg.

The dental records are a match
for Jayden Doyle.

The police have
a written confession.

According to the terms
of the undertaking,

my client, Trudy Neilson,
is due to be released.

I'll get
the paperwork underway.

She'll be
a free woman tomorrow.

As free as probation allows.

I'll be sorry to see her go.

The ladies liked her.
And the staff.

It's a pity there aren't
more like her.

Well, I guess a leopard
never changes it spots.

Rayleen Hogg
is one dangerous unit.

Think she'll ever see
the outside of a prison?

I very much doubt it.

Two birds with one stone.
Well done.

It was always the hope.

Solving the Jayden Doyle issue
must feel good.

Laying it to rest,
so to speak.

I've never been
a fan of loose ends.

You know, I never thought
I'd say this,

but here's to Trudy Neilson.

Did the right thing
for once.

Rayleen.

What are you doing?

Who put the shoe
in your cell?

Rayleen!

You've got to
hold your tongue right.

It wasn't you.

Talk to me, Rayleen!

Talk to me, Rayleen!

They're killing me.

Maybe I lied!

Okay.

Okay.

Seemed to do the trick
pretty good, actually.

That sounds illegal.

Sorry, mate.

Boss.
What's up?

I need you to do something.

Can I help you?

Hi.
Yeah.

I need to buy
some stilettos.

Four-and-a-half-inch
pencil heel.

Um, close match to this
as possible.

And they're not for me.

Not that
you'd be thinking that,

but just, you know,
in case you were.

Okay, sweetie.

You'll be back!

Can't see it, somehow.

See ya.
Ha ha!

I wouldn't want to be ya.

This is a restricted area,
White. Move it.

Good luck, Trudes.
Might see you 'round.

I had a dream
about you last night.

Not too sexy, I hope.

No, it wasn't
that kind of dream.

The thing about dreams is they
rarely provide you with answers

but often leave you
with questions.

I know the feeling.

Was it like, "
What was that dream all about?"

So to help me
better understand my dream,

I was hoping we might be able to
go over your confession again.

No, I don't think so.

I'm quite busy.

- I've got a lot on.
- It's okay.

Um, take a look
at the guard behind me.

Who is it?

- Kasey.
- Denise isn't here.

That's probably a good thing,
right?

I want you
to try on some shoes.

They're nice.

Would you try them on
for me?

Call me Cinderella,
why don't you?

Hey, Cinderella,
why don't you give me a twirl?

Denise.

Our boss wants a chat
down at the station.

Give me a break.
I'm on lunch.

We've also got a warrant
to search your house.

It was something
that your boss, Angela, said

that got me thinking,

about how all the staff
liked Trudy Neilson.

But the way
you laid your hand on her...

Life sucks sometimes, girl?

...it suggested something

a bit more than "like."

Compassion, perhaps?

And when you escorted
Brenda White

in my car
on the way to the beach,

you kept her handcuffed,

complying with
corrections protocol.

But on the way to exhume
Jayden Doyle

with Trudy beside you,
you didn't feel the need.

You obviously trusted her.

And when it was revealed that
Brenda White had duped everyone,

dragging them out to the beach
for a buried fish...

Disgusting, heartless...!

...while everyone else
was devastated and angry...

...drag me out here?!

...you weren't.

You played a dud hand, girl.

Was that compassion?
No. Rather relief.

You were simply pleased that
everything was going to plan.

And I've read up
on magic and illusion,

and the only way
into a locked prison cell

without making
a hell of a noise...

...is with the key.

And you had access

to the clothes
in Mrs. Marlowe's suitcase.

It's time.

No, I can't.
I can't do it.

You want to
get out of this place

so we can be together,
properly?

You have the golden ticket,

but while she's alive
it's not yours to use.

We need to remove
that problem.

I think I'm gonna throw up.

I'm doing this for us.

I don't want us.

- I don't.
- Trudy?

We're just
two little mynah birds

sorting out
the world together.

I wondered for a bit
why she didn't yell out.

Shh.

But of course she was being
told what to do

by a person in authority,

someone she both trusted
and feared.

Lie down.

Really?

Do what I say

unless you want to end up
in solitary for a month.

What's with the shoes?

Please, I don't want to...

Wait.

What are you...?

Wait, what are --

This sounds like some
kind of fantasy of yours, man.

You don't have
any evidence of this.

But I do.

Whoopsie!

Can you take one foot
off the ground?

Maybe take your hand
off the table as well.

Maybe there is something
I want to add to my statement.

Do you love her?

Hell no.

She's a complete psycho.

I made a deal with the devil,
Rayls...

That's never good.

...which is why...

...which is why
I need you to take the rap, hon.

So I can get out of here
and get away from her.

Well, what about me?

You don't want to leave.

You said so yourself.

True.

I quite like it here.

And you need to spread
the word of Jesus.

You're like a missionary.

Yeah.
I am.

I'm a missionary.

But I thought
you liked Corina.

I did.

It was never meant
to happen this way, hon.

It wasn't.

I swear.

God.

I'll miss you, Trudes.

And I hope you'll visit.

Every day.

Every day.

That's not evidence.

That's the word
of some crazy convicted killer.

You're gonna believe
Rayleen Hogg?

Normally I wouldn't.

Well, then, you're wasting
my time here, man.

But it's not just her word.

Even though
I told you not to,

tests show your fingerprints
all over it...

The shoe.

Don't touch it.

...as well as
Corina Doyle's blood.

Neither Trudy nor Rayleen's
fingerprints are present.

And this...

...was found in a rubbish bag
on your premises.

She told me
we would be together.

Of all the girls, that outfit
suits you the most.

Is that so?

You look like someone
who could do with a friend.

When you're ready,
Detective Sims here

is ready
to take your statement.

I want to see Trudy.

Hello, Ray.

Could murder a beer.

Come on, you're not still
angry about the fish, are you?

It was just a bit of fun.
I'm here now.

No.
It's not that.

Trudy Neilson,
I'm arresting you

as party to the murder
of Corina Doyle.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You do not have to
give any statement,

but anything you say
will be recorded

and may be given as evidence
in court.

No, please!
Ray, she's crazy!

Come on, Trudy.

Trudy?

I'm sure we'll be able
to get a double cell.

I know people.

Hold my hand, my love.

Neilson and Karawa?
Two peas in a pod.

What?

That was Hughes.

Legal say
the charges won't stick.

- But...
- She wasn't an accessory.

She had no practical involvement
in the murder.

She didn't procure or hide
or even touch the weapon.

Yeah, she didn't
try and stop it.

Yeah, it would be argued
that she was coerced

by a person in authority.

The only thing she did do was
hold up her end of the bargain

in locating Jayden Doyle.

Unbelievable.

Are you gonna get me
that beer or what?

No Roxy?

She sends her apologies,

but she's got
a jujitsu competition.

Yeah, she's a tough wahine,
your Roxy.

- Gina.
- Hello.

Hello.

Please tell me
that's not beef.

Waste not, want not.

Does Mike know
you were all coming?

Yeah, he, -
he invited us.

Is that so?

Anyway, where is he?

He's running late.
Had some business to attend to.

But, um, he said
go ahead without him.

Through our Lord Jesus Christ,

we commend to almighty God
Corina Doyle.

We commit her body
to the ground.

Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes.

The Lord
bless her and keep her.

The Lord maketh his face
to shine upon her

and be gracious unto her
and give her peace.

Amen.