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[ Drum 'n' bass music plays ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪ Yeah ♪

[ Music ends ]

[ Calm music plays ]

[ Muffled drum 'n' bass music plays ]

[ Coughing ]

- Is he in there? - FRODO: I dunno.

I'm just the guy who picked up the phone

and Doug Randall was yelling about coming down

to shoot someone if it didn't bloody stop,

so I figured I should find you.

Hey, can we talk about what happened to my coffee cart?

It started about an hour after they came off stage --

been going all night.

- How did you not hear it? - I was a bit busy, wasn't I?

Dealing with every other bloody thing.

I dunno -- were you?

Yes.

He in there?

- I guess. - You haven't checked?

When it gets this loud, I don't go near it.

FRODO: But it's been going for hours.

So?

So shouldn't someone check if he's okay?

Fill your boots. Not my job.

CAMERON: What, exactly, is your job then?

I keep the gear working and I keep people happy --

that's it.

I don't babysit, especially not him.

You want to see if he's alive, go right ahead.

Last person he wants to see right now is me.

RICKY: Oh, I don't know.

Maybe if you wave a big wad of cash in his face...

But that's not going to happen, is it?

DOUG: That noise, that God damn noise,

all bloody night...

All bloody night!

- Doug, Doug, Doug, Doug. - You promised me --

you promised it'd be shut down at midnight.

Doug, I did all I could. This --

This is nothing to do with me.

Starscraper.

It's that bloody prick, isn't it?

We don't know anything for sure.

Maybe it's like a car alarm going off.

They're pretty loud too.

Bugger this.

Doug...

Okay, that's not good.

Jesus, Doug!

Hey! Dickhead!

Turn it off!

[ Shock wave booms ]

[ Music ends ]

[ Sheep bleat ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Theme music plays ]

[ Country music plays ]

♪ I knew a man named Jack ♪

♪ He built a little shack ♪

♪ A house you could call his home ♪

♪ Love came a callin', pretty soon he was fallin' ♪

♪ And he didn't have to live alone ♪

[ Cellphone chimes ]

♪ Well, her name was Jane... ♪

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Bloody theft, mate.

You shot at a van and the van exploded.

DOUG: I shot, and then the van exploded.

Same thing. Whatever.

No. I shot. There was a pause.

Then the van exploded.

Like I said -- whatever.

DOUG: Me shooting had nothing to do with the van exploding.

You never heard of coincidence?

By all accounts, you discharged a firearm

in a disorderly manner.

It was rock salt.

- What? - Rock salt.

I filled the shells with rock salt.

If I shot you, all it would have meant,

you'd be seasoned up and ready for a hangi.

Jesus, Doug, you can't bloody say that.

DOUG: Why not?

I've had heaps of hangi food -- it's salty as buggery.

- You're saying I was the food! - DOUG: Eh?

No, I didn't bloody mean your bloody cannibalism.

What I was saying is that you're a slice of meat,

you would've been seasoned up and ready to go.

We're keeping the gun.

Reckon I need to talk to your superior officer.

They say the music coming from the van was very loud.

- MIKE: Uh-huh. - GINA: Very loud.

What, you think the music killed him?

How would I know? I haven't seen the body yet.

But what if it did?

Is that possible?

Sound is mechanical radiant energy, Mike.

It travels through air as longitudinal pressure waves.

Enough pressure on the heart and the lungs...

Have you ever been to a nightclub, Mike?

Felt the bass in your chest?

Not lately, no.

We should go.

Not a lot of nightclubs around here, Gina.

We should go to the city -- make a weekend of it --

for research purposes.

Doug Randall's not happy.

You did explain to him you're a police officer, right?

It's Doug, and he wants to talk to a higher-up.

[ Sighs ]

Nice day for it.

For what?

Well for...

getting out of the mortuary for a start.

I like the mortuary.

It's my happy place.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

You knew the victim then, did you?

We had a few run-ins, yeah.

Look, I know exactly what you're thinking.

Is that right?

DOUG: And no, I did not bloody kill him.

Reckless use of a firearm is an offense, Doug.

- You know that. - It was bloody rock salt.

I've fired heaps of rock salt rounds at them freedom campers.

Never drawn blood once.

Just scares them off a bit.

Tell you what. You go home, take a deep breath,

and then later come back down the station, make a statement,

and I might give it back to you,

along with a stern warning.

CHALMERS: What'd you see in the van?

The body -- I saw enough to say that, yeah.

Vince Scully. It's his van.

CHALMERS: And Starscraper?

CAMERON: That's the name of his band.

They were playing at your festival, obviously.

Yeah, they were the last act on the Blue Pill stage.

CHALMERS: The Blue Pill?

CAMERON: The festival was divided into two stages --

the Blue Pill stage, and the Red Pill stage.

From "The Matrix"?

The lawyers said it was okay -- as a homage.

Just making the connection, not suggesting anything else.

Anyway, back to Starscraper.

CAMERON: They were the last act on last night.

After they sort of finished, Apollo was last --

Apollo?

CAMERON: Vince Scully's stage name.

And when you say they "sort of" finished...

After their set came to an end, Vince stormed off stage.

What about the other members of Starscraper?

Where were they last seen heading?

- A-Dek. - A deck where?

No, A-Dek -- Anaru Marshall, the other member of Starscraper.

Where might I find this A-Dek?

Probably with Aura -- Serena Simpson, stage-name Aura.

Do they all start with the letter A?

Nah, that's just them.

A-dek and Aura, any idea of their whereabouts?

Probably on top of one another.

No signs of ignition.

So it's clear to take a look?

You can go through.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Initial ID says this is Vince "Apollo" Scully,

of the band Starscraper.

Apollo?

It's a drum 'n' bass thing.

Well, Houston, this Apollo certainly has a problem.

G'day, Vince.

It's a helluva stereo you've got there.

I bet Patsy Cline never sounded so good.

Oh, hey, hey, I know you don't know me

but would you be able to do me a big favor?

Would you be able to drop me back at the festival?

I kinda got arrested on some totally bogus charge

last night of obstruction of someone or something

but all I was trying to do was take a piss.

And then, this morning, they --

they said they're not charging anyone, yay,

and that we're all free to go

but they're not actually going to drop us back

at the place where they arrested us.

Now I know why they call cops pigs, right?

And by pigs, you mean the people who work in there...?

Yeah.

People like me.

Which I guess makes me a pig too.

I'm so sorry, I thought you were like someone's mum

coming to pick them up or something.

Never mind.

Hey.

Thank you.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Morning, Mike.

Morning.

Tell me you could hear it at your place?

Hear what?

That tragic noise that went on all weekend.

B-Bass.

KRISTIN: Yeah, that thing up at Doug Randall's farm.

No.

You must've.

Clear as a bell at mine.

I was actually away for the weekend.

Right.

You didn't mention that on Friday?

No. I didn't.

Well, then you missed a real treat.

How is whatever that was even classified as music?

It's called drum and bass.

Yeah, no, I know.

MIKE: Though, from what I can gather,

it's mainly made by computers.

Made by demons, more like.

Saturday night was bad enough, and then last night it was like

they were playing the same song over and over.

MIKE: Because they were.

Or rather...

he was.

Okay?

I mean, I know the music is bad, but was it that bad?

Seems so.

SERENA: Bugger off!

It's the police.

ANARU: Oh, nice try, Cameron.

You said we didn't have to leave till lunch time.

I have the police with me.

SERENA: It was those dicks from Random Machine

who trashed the place.

D.C. Chalmers.

I'm here investigating the death of Vince Scully.

Vince is dead?

A man we believe to be Vince Scully is dead, yes.

How?

That's what we're investigating, obviously.

Anaru Marshall?

Did he kill himself?

- Serena Simpson? - Well, did he?

Did he finally go through with it?

Do you want to put some on clothes,

then maybe we can have a chat?

Hey, look, do you still need me?

Just 'cause, ah, I've got some things to attend to.

Things that are more important than someone dying

at your festival that you ran?

So? Doesn't mean I have anything to do with anyone dying.

Okay, but we'll need to speak to you in more detail A.S.A.P.

CAMERON: When you do, make it quick.

I'm a busy man.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

So, ah, it turns out we were the last band

to play on the blue stage.

"Turns out"?

Well, there was a last-minute schedule change.

- How so? - Well, over on the main stage,

Necrosis refused to come on unless they got paid upfront.

- They didn't get paid. - ANARU: Mm.

Kind of a riot broke out, apparently.

Our uniform branch reported that.

Trashing Portaloos.

Not my idea of a good time.

Yeah, we didn't know any of this was going on

so we just went on as planned.

I get the impression that you didn't do a full set,

or something along those lines?

Yeah, there were issues.

[ Cheers and applause ]

He threw a mic stand into the crowd?

Why?

I don't think he liked the way I was looking at him.

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Feedback whines ]

[ Groans ]

Why at you?

Call it musical differences.

The point is, walking off that stage

is the last I ever saw of Vince Scully.

And if Mr. Wannabe Promoter tries to use

Vince throwing his handbag as an excuse not to pay us,

that's crap.

After Vince left, Serena went on stage.

[ Crowd jeering ]

[ Cheering ]

Aw, looks like Vince is having a bad day, eh?

A-Dek, belief.

Who wants to hear some of the old stuff?

The good stuff?

Here we go!

♪ Look what you have ♪

♪ Look what's at stake ♪

♪ First in the line ♪

♪ How wrong could that be ♪

♪ If I believed you ♪

♪ If I believed in love ♪

♪ We could have made it ♪

♪ If I believed in love ♪

Whooo!

We finished the set, and we killed it.

Why did you ask if Vince had committed suicide?

Because that was his thing.

He was kind of obsessed with death.

SERENA: The whole rock star cliché --

live fast, die young,

leave behind a good-looking corpse.

You should just put it down to that --

"Rock 'n' roll suicide."

Call it a day.

And then we can all get out of here.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Animals. Just animals.

[ Car chirps ]

CHALMERS: Mm, so music can actually kill you?

Sound, not necessarily music.

According to Gina.

She seemed quite excited by the idea.

I bet.

Okay, so Starscraper were one of the pioneer acts

of the drum 'n' bass scene in this country,

and Vince "Apollo" Scully

is regarded as somewhat of a genius,

though how you'd ever tell is beyond me.

Originally founded as a three-piece with Apollo,

Anaru "A-Dek" Marshall, and Serena "Aura" Simpson --

what is it with the A-thing?

Mm, my point exactly.

Um, until Aura departed the band,

for reasons that are deeply unclear.

Though obviously, she never departed Anaru's bed.

Ah, blah-blah-blah.

Apparently things went downhill for them

after Vince took over vocal duties

and pushed them in another direction.

Again, how would you ever really know?

Is it all forms of music that you hate?

Or just drum 'n' bass?

No, I like music --

the right music, at the right time --

like not keeping me awake all night.

Okay! But anything that might be worth killing him over?

Ah, yeah, well, Vince had a side project going --

Gjallahorn -- which he wanted to be the loudest band ever.

So is that worth killing for?

Apart from trying to prevent it from ever happening, obviously.

[ Bell rings ]

DOUG: Haven't got all day.

Doug.

Come on through.

Look, I was just trying to make a point, okay?

If I'd wanted to kill someone in that bloody van,

I would have used full-bore slugs, not salt.

And the point you were trying to make was?

That I'd had a gutsful of the bloody noise.

MIKE: Okay, so when you took the money

to have the festival on your land,

you must have known there was going to be noise.

I didn't take any money.

So you just let them on there for free?

No, I'm not that stupid.

Or maybe I am. My ex-wife seems to think so.

You know everyone thinks you're stupid

for getting involved with that festival?

Yeah, I can live with it.

All these bloody feral types overrunning the place

'cause you let them on your land.

Oh, you seem to be doing alright out of it.

Yeah, doesn't change the fact that you're stupid,

and responsible for all that noise.

But the point remains -- it was a music festival.

Yeah, but I thought it was going to be rock 'n' roll --

I mean, Elvis had drums, and Elvis had bass --

nothing like that infernal racket.

So you haven't been paid for letting them use your land?

Abuse my land, more like.

Spent half the bloody night chasing after these kids,

off their nuts on God knows what,

shagging all over the show.

He never warned me about that.

By he you mean Cameron Lazenby, the promoter?

Yeah, his granddad was my banker.

He was a good man. He understood us farmers.

You knew him, didn't you?

I knew Bernie. Yes.

DOUG: Killed on the day of his retirement.

He didn't bloody deserve that.

Does anyone?

Yeah, well anyway, Bernie looked after me,

not like his tosser of an offspring.

Who hasn't paid you.

Oh, he hasn't paid anyone by the sounds of it.

That kid is looking into an abyss of pain, I reckon.

When we talked before,

you called Vince Scully a prick.

Arrogant dickhead might be a better description.

- MIKE: So you met him then. - Oh, yes.

I suggest you piss off, bugger off out of here.

Yeah? Or else what?

Oh!

Okay, okay, so this is what passes for gallantry

among you hillbillies.

No. No more.

And why did you hit him?

It's like I told you, he was being an arrogant dickhead.

Doesn't mean to say I killed him.

Geez, if I killed every bloody dickhead in the area,

there'd be a fair few below ground, believe me.

Oh, I do.

And where were you last night, Doug?

Back home -- yeah, for the most part.

"For the most part"?

Yeah, well, I popped down to the site,

just to remind them of the noise curfew.

Fat lot of good that did.

Was anyone there with you?

What do you think?

So, let me get my gun back?

Well, if you promise not to shoot any more freedom campers?

Will that get me my gun back?

When we're sure it was only salt and nothing else.

Alright for you,

I've got possums all over the bloody place.

What am I supposed to with them?

Bite them to death?

Add Cameron Lazenby to that list.

The promoter?

Killing the artists on your bill

doesn't sound like a very good business plan.

Cheaper than actually paying them.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Ah. Gina wants us in the crypt.

Now, you say "us" but...

she means you.

And when I say us, I mean us.

GINA: Such disappointing news.

So it wasn't sound that did him in.

No.

Sound would leave evidence of embolisms forming in the lungs,

traveling to the heart; goodbye.

But no, nothing of that sort.

We're sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

It was very exciting there for a moment.

Do we have an actual cause of death?

No. Most of his wounds on his body

came from the explosion,

but he was dead before this.

That bruise on his cheek, courtesy of Doug Randall.

It didn't cause his death, though.

Any ideas as to what did?

Waiting for toxicology, but drugs

causing severe cardiac trauma seems most likely.

Any particular drugs?

No injection sites, so something smoked or ingested.

Toxicology will tell.

Can we give him the hurry up on this one?

Of course.

There were no drugs found in the van, right?

Apart from a lot of herbal supplements.

Good luck with that, Vince.

Given the state of his internal organs,

it was a bit late to get healthy.

That boat had long sailed.

So he was dying?

He was not dying dying,

but one look at his liver will tell you

he did not live a healthy life.

Would you like to see his liver?

- Ah, quite busy, actually. - Thanks, Gina.

Mm, yeah.

Fading semi-rock star meets tragic end in back of van?

No. We're not writing this off that easily, are we?

Something went very wrong at that music festival.

Starting with the so-called music?

It's jazz, isn't it?

- What? - The music you dig.

Dig?

Musical talk.

Oh, you mean jazz where I'm just gonna solo for 10 minutes

and show off how talented I am while you're bored senseless?

So not jazz then.

♪ It was a red, red shack on a country acre ♪

♪ Flower boxes in the window sill ♪

♪ Picket fence, it was picture perfect ♪

♪ Every room was filled with love, love, sweet, sweet love ♪

♪ Living in the house that Jack built ♪

[ Country music plays ]

CHALMERS: You leaving, are you?

- Yeah. - Not interested in hanging round

to find out what happened to your band-mate?

Believe it or not, some of us have to work to make a living.

I have a deejay gig tomorrow night.

I get that.

Is there anything else for us to find out, Officer?

Depends on how much you already know.

SERENA: He walked off the stage --

that was the last time we saw of him.

Then he topped himself. We already told you that.

Got anything to add, A-Dek?

I've got to take her back to the city.

Kinda lost my license, but you probably already know that.

Why would I know that?

'Cause you're a cop.

That's true.

So let's play it like this --

before you go on your way to your gigs,

you come with me to the station and answer my questions,

give me a statement that can go on record

so that if it turns out we're looking for suspects,

we'll know it wasn't you.

Does that sound like a plan? 'Cause it sure does to me.

Yeah, whatever.

MIKE: Cameron.

Detective.

Ah, excuse me.

You're with the band Starscraper, aren't you?

Not really.

KRISTIN: But you were driving their vehicle this morning.

And you were there when Vince's van exploded?

I'm just like a roadie -- I haul gear, that's all.

Oh, so you were there last night when they performed?

- RICKY: Yeah. - And then when --

Yeah. But I don't really know anything about either of them.

Oh, so it won't take you long

to pop into the station with Cameron

so we can get all that on record, will it?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, why do I need to go to the station?

I wasn't even there last night.

I only heard about it afterwards.

Oh, then it'll only take half as long to get your statement,

won't it, Mr. Lazenby?

- Who was the girl? - What girl?

The young woman you picked up from outside the station

this morning -- I saw you.

- She's no one. - Really?

You made the trip to the station and back for no one?

That's big of you.

She's a friend of the band. I was doing her a favor.

And does this friend of the band have a name?

Lisa.

And where is this Lisa now?

RICKY: She left a while ago.

Heading where?

Back to where she came from, I presume.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Vehicle approaches ]

[ Country music plays ]

♪ You're gonna run again ♪

♪ Well, run, run run ♪

Hello again, Lisa.

♪ Run, run, run ♪

♪ Run, run, run ♪

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

Well, don't look at me.

I'll never catch her.

♪ Why are you slowing down, baby? ♪

♪ Why did you turn around? ♪

♪ Could it be there's nothing out there for you ♪

♪ That you haven't already found ♪

♪ It won't be long till ♪

♪ You're on the run again ♪

♪ So run, run run ♪

- ♪ Run, run, run ♪ - Nice.

♪ Run, run, run ♪

Take a seat.

Oh, I thought you weren't charging me

for the whole Portaloo thing.

We're not, this is about something else.

What, exactly, are we meant to have done?

Nothing, hopefully.

Which is why I thank you for your cooperation.

Is that what we're doing here?

We have an unexplained death --

someone you clearly all know.

So, the more we can find out

about what happened to Vince Scully,

the happier we'll become

and the sooner you can get on with your lives.

- Do we need lawyers? - MIKE: That's up to you.

You are not under arrest.

You're here to explain what is currently unexplained.

Now, we can transport you all down to the station and back,

after you've made your statements.

Look, I've told you everything I know,

and I've got a million other things to deal with.

So the only way you're getting me back to the station

is if you arrest me.

Why would we want to arrest you?

Exactly.

More than happy to help.

Get them to the station, separate them,

let them stew for a bit.

There's a couple of people I need to talk to.

Okay.

Gina, how are we going with that toxicology report?

- Reggae. - Eh?

You secretly like reggae,

probably leaning more towards the so-called barbeque reggae

as opposed to the heavier dub style.

You know...

you know me so well.

Is that a yes?

Absolutely not.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

So, what happened?

I took my eye off the ball, is what happened.

I trusted someone and they let me down, is what happened.

I'm an idiot, is what happened.

Okay, I was thinking more "what actually happened?"

When I was setting up, Cam asked me

if I'd be interested in helping him,

you know, run the festival.

- So Cameron Lazenby's a mate? - FRODO: Kind of.

I mean, we bonded over how his grandpa got shot

and then how my best mate Hayden got shot

and then how I shot myself in the foot...

The whole shooting thing gave us,

like, you know, common ground.

Enough to ask you for help. With this.

FRODO: Yeah, pretty early on, he started to figure out

that maybe he was out of his depth.

- With running the festival? - FRODO: Yeah.

First time out of the gate and all that.

I think he realized he needed someone he knew to, y'know,

help him put out fires.

And I thought, y'know, "Cool, I've always wanted to be

that guy with the access all areas lanyard."

MIKE: You know they call those "The Lanyards of Power"?

FRODO: Yeah, sucks you in, that power stuff.

Until you're in the middle of this nightmare

and you realize you have no power

and everything is a problem and there are no solutions

and all the lanyard does is just make you a target

for people to unload on.

Is that what happened?

FRODO: You know those old-as paintings

where there are all these out of it people and demons

and everything is messed up and out of control,

freaky stuff is happening everywhere?

It's like a painting of what insanity looks like?

You mean like an Hieronymus Bosch painting?

Yeah, that sounds like the dude.

So there's this painting of insanity, right,

and then you imagine you're inside the painting

and everyone around you is off their heads

and drum 'n' bass is playing at, like, a billion decibels.

Now you're getting the picture, so to speak.

So you left the cart unattended in the middle of all this...

No. No, no, no. So I'm not that stupid.

But I may have chosen unwisely when it came to Brianna.

Who is Brianna?

FRODO: She's this real cutie who comes to the cart sometimes,

and one time she showed me she can actually make coffee,

so I called her to see if she could cover the cart for me.

You sure you're gonna be okay on your own?

Yes. Go! Be useful elsewhere.

I'm good.

Hi, how can I help you?

Yeah, I should have seen the warning signs

when she told me how much she loved d'n'b.

- What happened? - FRODO: I told you --

it was like the -- the Ronnie Bush painting.

I mean, there were so many drugs,

and so many people wasted on the drugs.

And Brianna was one of them.

Brianna?

Frodo!

What the hell? What are you doing here?

Dancing. Come and dance with us.

Ah, whoa.

Are you stoned?

I swapped, um, Angel for a coffee.

It was a really good swap.

Ahhhh!

No!

Man, y'know, caffeine was the last thing

any of these people needed.

And was Cameron Lazenby doing anything about any of this?

Well, Saturday he was running around like a crazy thing

trying to stop the craziness.

How do you mean?

Just, you know, one minute he's seizing all this Awesome

from these sketchy guys at the gate, and the next --

Sorry - "Awesome"?

Drugs, synthetics.

Then, the next thing he's dealing with

these pissed off musos

who want to punch him 'cause they haven't been paid.

I mean, he was trying to be in five places at once.

Then I think he gave up all hope.

I didn't see him at all Sunday night -- not till this morning.

Hmm.

This way.

[ Lock buzzes ]

Ricky, if you could wait here.

Can I get you a tea or coffee?

I'm good.

KRISTIN: Lisa, down this way.

Why can't we give our statements together?

Because we need to get individual statements

from everyone.

But we were together all the time,

so we'll say the same things.

Yes, and we'll see that when we read the statements.

Tea or coffee?

I'm fine.

Down this way.

This won't take long. Tea or coffee while you wait?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

DOUG: Peace offering, is it?

We were never at war, Doug.

Well, it's good timing.

I think spotted some freedom campers

up by the boundary there.

Joke.

I'm after a clearer idea

of what was going on around here over the weekend.

Got time for a chat?

You got time to listen?

Same bloody song, over and over!

Don't mind if I do.

I mean, who wants to listen to the same song for two days?

You must have heard it up at your place.

The wind would've been blowing your way.

I was actually away over the weekend.

Visiting a friend.

- Lady friend? - Not important, Doug.

And I think we've already well established the musical issues.

I want to go over your relationship with the victim.

So the first time you laid eyes on Vince Scully,

you ended up hitting him.

Yeah, he was that kind of guy.

- MIKE: Why? - Well, some people are just --

No, no, no. I mean why'd you end up hitting him?

I didn't like the way he talked to that lady.

LISA: I knew you would come.

Are you too stupid to get the message?

Stay away from me.

Okay, I thought I made this perfectly clear the last time.

I want nothing to do with you.

Did that not sink in to your thick skull?

I thought after I sent the pictures, maybe you'd feel --

I didn't look at them.

I didn't even open it once I realized it was from you.

Okay, are you getting this?

Is this seeping into whatever's left up there

that might still work?

Hey.

Stay out of this, man.

Okay, have you got it? You stupid bitch.

You can't just keep pretending like this didn't happen --

Hey, I said have you got it?

Hey.

Dude, stay out of this.

DOUG: I don't think so, mate.

I'm not staying out of this.

We don't talk to women like that around here.

Okay, hick.

You don't understand what this is, alright?

I don't need to.

What I do know is that I don't like it

and I don't like you.

I suggest you piss off, bugger off out of here.

Or else what?

Oh!

Okay, okay, so this is what passes for gallantry

among you hillbillies.

No. No more.

So Ricky Sua was Vince's bodyguard?

The big Samoan bloke? Maybe.

But he would've been there before the dickhead got there.

So what happened after you decked him?

You! Get out.

Get out!

Don't.

LISA: Wait, Vince. Vince!

She followed him out?

I dunno. Ask the Samoan bloke.

I will.

And the second time you saw Vince Scully?

That night. I popped down to the site,

see if they'd put a lid on the noise level.

[ Muffled drum 'n' bass music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

And there's your dead bloke, having words with Lazenby.

Oh, it's you.

Yeah, me, mate.

Fancy another go?

Do me a favor -- shoot me instead.

Any idea what they were arguing about?

DOUG: Nah, couldn't really tell.

It was about that time everyone was realizing

they weren't gonna get paid,

so there was a bit of a queue to have a go at Lazenby.

And that was the last time you saw Vince Scully?

- Yeah. - [ Cellphone chimes ]

Till the doors of the van blew open, yeah.

So, reckon I'm gonna be one of them, Mike?

One of what?

DOUG: One of them people.

When they die, people are secretly thinking

"good bloody job."

No, Doug, of course not.

Lady friend?

Ah, no.

Gina.

Give her my regards.

AAF-FIFANACA -- AAF for short.

Used in making synthetic marijuana

and known on the street as Awesome.

- Awesome. - It is the latest version

of very nasty things they have sprayed onto plant material

to sell to idiots who want to get high.

So he was smoking this AAF stuff?

No. The amount in his system

was way in excess of anything achieved through smoking.

No, he drank it. In this.

It contains some sort of herbal health concoction --

the details are in the report --

but with a monstrous amount of AAF thrown in.

Someone spiked his drink?

Or, given state of liver, this was his latest way

of getting his kicks, and he went too far.

Either way, he drank it.

His heart went into a overdrive --

goes faster, faster, faster

until it literally burst into pieces.

Imagine dropping a bowl of red jelly on the ground.

Time of death?

Certainly hours before the van blew up --

sometime in the middle of night.

Would you like to see his heart?

No, I'll take your word for it.

My money's still on musician dies lonely,

self-inflicted death in back of van.

A musician, apparently not universally loved.

Yeah, but who is?

Bruce Springsteen.

Come on, you've got to love The Boss, right?

Why do you care about what music I like?

- [ Cellphone rings ] - It says a lot about a person.

- Mike. - Start without me

and see what this mob have to say for themselves.

Oh, yeah, and meanwhile you will be...?

I'm gonna tackle young Mr. Lazenby.

I've got a feeling he's more involved in the music industry

than he's letting on.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Yeah, Vince and I formed Starscraper.

We were in other bands, then we got together so it made sense.

KRISTIN: Got together musically?

Musically, sexually -- we were together in every sense.

But not recently.

No.

Did this split happen after Anaru joined the band?

Which one, the musical or the sexual?

Either or.

What has any of this got to do with Vince dying?

We're just trying to get a clear picture of everything.

Anaru joined the band, Vince and I split,

then he kicked me out of the band.

That clear enough now?

But did you and Vince split because of Anaru?

Vince and I split because Vince thought he could do

whatever he liked with skanks and hoes

and I would turn a blind eye.

He was wrong about that.

LISA: How do I fit in with the band?

Yeah.

I don't really understand the question.

I'm not in the band. I'm just a fan.

I love their music.

But the band know you, right?

Like I said, I'm a fan.

I love them. I would do anything for them.

Especially Vince.

Yes, we hooked up, but everybody knows that.

Did you hook up with Anaru too?

LISA: Ew, I'm not a groupie.

No, what Vince and I had, we...

we bonded.

We had something spiritual.

Yeah, Lisa and Vince had a thing for a while.

While he was with Serena?

You know this is musicians we're talking about, right?

Then Anaru and Serena got together.

Going back to what I just said.

What exactly do you do for the band, Ricky?

When they're touring, I'm kind of their road manager.

Kind of?

I carry stuff from the gear van to the stage and back.

Does that pay well?

Nah. I do it for the love of the music.

- KRISTIN: Right. - And there are other ways

of making a living in this business.

I'm sure there are.

Merchandising and so forth.

You're also Vince's bodyguard?

Why would he need a bodyguard?

Because he was an obnoxious person

that no one seemed to like.

He could look after himself.

So you weren't at the pub to protect him then?

Oh!

Okay, okay, so this is what passes for gallantry

among you hillbillies?

No. No more!

TRUDY: Get out.

I was at the pub to have a beer.

I thought I should probably stop my lead singer

getting the snot beaten out of him.

Wise man.

So I'm told.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

I went up to the site and they said you were here.

I needed some peace and quiet to think.

Right. Mind if I come in?

Peace. And quiet.

Well, maybe the sooner we talk, the quicker you'll find that.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Organizing this festival must've been incredibly consuming.

What do you want, Detective?

So, why was Vince shouting at you that night?

CAMERON: Which time?

Vince was a passionate guy -- shouted at a lot of people.

When Doug Randall showed up with his gun.

He saw you and Vince arguing.

I just told Vince the bad news

and he wasn't exactly taking it well.

You promised us the headlining slot.

Yeah, well, I kind of sort of promised that to Necrosis

when they finally agreed to appear.

- So? - So they're saying they'll walk

if they don't get what they say I promised them.

Then let them walk.

They're a bunch of lightweights anyway.

Lightweights who shift 10 times more downloads than you.

So you're bumping us to the losers stage?

It's not the losers stage, and you will be

the headliners there. - Ahh.

Vince, man, I love you guys, this pains me so much to do,

but if I don't give them what they want, they will walk,

and then I will have a riot on my hands

and I will definitely lose everything.

From what I'm hearing, you've lost that anyway.

Well, there's everything and there's having to sell the house

my granddad left me, leaving me with nothing.

Please? Please do this for me.

Don't. Don't do that.

Pretend that I have a choice.

So we either play the Blue Pill stage

or we don't play at all, right?

That about covers it, yeah.

I hope you do lose everything, Cameron.

And when that's all gone,

I hope there are still people lining up

to gnaw on your bones, until it's all too much

and on the day they come to sell your house

they find you there, swinging on the end of a rope.

MIKE: Are you okay?

So Vince said "I hear you've lost everything already."

What did he know?

No, actually I need some fresh air.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Feeling better?

Stress, man, it'll kill you.

So ah, what did Vince know?

There was a perception that ticket sales

had been perhaps a little underwhelming.

And how many people were you expecting to come?

CAMERON: 5,000.

And how many people did you need to come?

5,000.

And how many people actually came?

893.

50 of those were comps.

That's quite a shortfall.

Yeah, I was perhaps a little overly optimistic.

Still, go hard or go home.

It's always been my motto.

Although now I don't have a house to go home to.

This house house that your grandfather left you.

You used it as collateral?

[ Sighs ]

What was the date on Saturday?

12th of July.

I had a friend who did the graphic design for free.

Turns out he also suffers from dyscalculia.

Another one of the many things I should've been aware of.

So there's a chance that 4,107 people

might show up on Monday the 21st.

CAMERON: A very slim chance, not that I'll be here.

The other band that Vince mentioned...

Necrosis.

They didn't end up going on at all, did they?

The irony is not lost on me.

Because they knew they weren't gonna get paid?

Because some people are money-grubbing bastards

who just take, take, take and when you ask them to give,

just once, just one little favor

or a promise that everything will work out.

They're say "No, stuff you."

And it's hasta la vista, baby,

and they can't get out of there quick enough.

Overrated ungrateful poseurs.

Enough to make your blood boil?

Oh, the pressure was on, you're looking around at a space

where there should've been 5,000 people,

you know you're gonna lose your house,

Vince is up in you face...

No. I loved the man, I really did.

He's the reason I put this all together.

This thing that came crashing down around you.

Please, you've got to believe me --

I did not kill Vince Scully.

Look, I played second-string in the band.

- Second-string in a band of two. - Mm.

VINCE: Alright, B-Bass!

Who's here for Starscraper?

[ Cheers and applause ]

Everyone knows this guy!

It was Vince's band.

It was his music, and I was more than happy to play it

because he was a genius in my book.

Anaru was the heart and soul of that band.

Especially after Vince started losing it.

Losing it how?

Well, after Serena left...

You mean "was kicked out."

Does it matter?

KRISTIN: Well, does it matter to you?

I mean, she's your girlfriend.

Well, I'm talking about the music --

not anything outside of that.

Then let's talk about the music.

When it was just him and Aura -- Serena --

in the band, the music was beautiful, ethereal.

Y'know, the kids really loved it.

It got into their minds, you know?

But Vince wanted to take the music in another direction.

That's why he brought me in the band --

to crank everything up another level.

And that's why he drove Serena from the band.

Vince cared more about the music

and his legacy than he did about any human.

To him people were a means to an end.

A means to what end?

SERENA: Crowds to mourn him when he departed,

the rest of us to ensure that happened.

The music, not the departing.

Vince partied like there was no tomorrow --

and there were plenty of times

where it looked like that would be true.

You've been with the band for a while then.

I have my uses, so they kept me on.

Not anymore.

I'll get by.

Vince, he hated people.

So you learn to roll with that --

treat every day like it might be the last.

He loved me. He really did.

And for a while, we were madly in love.

Vince didn't love anyone,

even those who were actually close to him,

let alone her.

Lisa was always around and up for it.

He may not have liked people, but, ah, the man had needs.

And yes, for a while, she attended to those needs.

As his lover.

And the rest.

Well, how do you mean?

Well, she enabled him.

She got him the things that he wanted back then.

I know everyone says that he didn't,

but Vince loved me,

and I can prove it.

How?

Because I know it in my heart.

Vince never loved her.

Vince used her worst of all and when it came --

And when it came to the repercussions,

he ended it.

What sort of repercussions?

The sort that threatened his music.

It always came back to the music with Vince.

Vince was never half-arsed about anything.

I mean, when he drank, he drank the whole bar dry.

When he did drugs, he did all of them.

So when he gave up, he gave up everything.

At least when he was drunk and did drugs,

he was almost entertaining, in a train-wreck kinda way.

But then he turned all puritan --

hell, it almost made me glad to not be in the band anymore.

Almost?

If I was in the band, I'd have been working with Anaru.

Couldn't you work together on the side?

SERENA: We did, all the time.

But if we ever performed together in public,

Vince would have killed someone.

Someone like Anaru?

SERENA: Or me.

Or himself.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Yeah, it wasn't perfect, what we had,

but it was good and it was going to be great.

But then Vince's life got in the way.

You mean the drinking and the drugs and stuff?

Yeah.

He gave them up.

I guess you could say when he gave all that up,

he gave up me too.

He told everyone else to make sure I stayed away.

Because you represented that side of himself?

Hey, I never claimed to be a saint.

From what I've heard, some real weird stuff happened,

and then she showed up at their rehearsal room one day

and Vince said if he ever saw her again, he would kill her.

Yeah, it did go weird there.

And one day, you know, everything went pear-shaped.

With Vince threatening to kill her.

Well, he didn't mean it.

You know, it just came out,

I reckon, in the heat of the moment.

Point is, he wanted her to go away and she did --

for two years.

Until this weekend.

Did you come to the festival with the intention

of seeing Vince again?

Yeah.

And did you arrange to meet with him?

Yeah.

Is you being here the reason you and him were arguing

in the pub the afternoon before he died?

Okay, are you getting this?!

Is this seeping into whatever's left up there

that might still work?

Oh, I wouldn't call it an argument, but yeah.

I mean, I haven't actually seen him in person

for a couple of years.

And no, he wasn't exactly

pleased to find out that I was here.

Well, you hadn't been to a Starscraper gig in two years?

Well, luckily I had other things to keep me busy.

- Such as? - Life.

So why try and find Vince now?

- Life. - Meaning what?

Meaning it's my business, not yours.

So how did he find out that you were at the festival?

RICKY: I told him.

Why?

Because I thought that he should talk to her.

And how did you know that Lisa would be at the festival?

I gave her a lift there in the gear van.

Yeah, that'll do it.

She contacted me,

said she wanted to come,

wanted to try and make things right.

I thought it was about time that things got straightened out,

so I told Vince, arranged the meeting.

At the pub?

RICKY: Yes.

I thought you were there just to have a beer.

A man can do two things at once.

That is true.

So, what "stuff" are we talking about here?

That's between Lisa and Vince.

Just Lisa now.

I guess so.

Does it even matter anymore?

I mean, Vince is dead.

It's just me now.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Sighs ]

So, I guess that brings us back to the events of yesterday at,

what was it, the Blue Pill Stage?

Mm. Not our finest hour, for sure.

VINCE: Alright, B-Bass!

[ Cheers and applause ]

Who's here for Starscraper?

You know this guy.

ANARU: I mean, things might've looked cool onstage,

but Vince was carrying some serious attitude.

Vince wasn't cheered up by the thought

of performing to the faithful?

Vince was not.

He arrived in a foul mood

and, ah, other influences made things worse.

Other influences?

I was playing a deejay set just before them.

Nice scheduling from the dumbass in charge.

I knew Vince would be backstage waiting to come on, so...

I finished my set with a Starscraper song,

one with me singing on it,

one I knew Vince would hate with a passion.

♪ Can we just fall in love again? ♪

♪ Can we just be in love again? ♪

♪ Is this the way you want to be? ♪

♪ Or do you run away from me? ♪

Yeah, he was really pissed off, you could tell.

But that's why she was doing it -- to wind him up.

Wow, I love that song.

Serena is a total snake, but she can really sing.

Man, I would have loved to have been there to hear that.

After coming all that way, you didn't actually see them play?

Well, I figured after what happened that afternoon

that being nowhere near Vince would be a good idea.

KRISTIN: So where were you instead?

I was just hanging out.

If her aim was to break up the band,

she needn't have bothered.

Because of Vince's death?

No, 'cause Vince was way ahead of her.

Have a good one.

Yeah, you too.

Enjoy it.

Last one ever.

Yeah, after tonight, you and me are over.

There's only so much betrayal I can live with

before I need to cut it out of my life.

SERENA: Thank you, B-Bass, you've been amazing,

I love you, good night! Whoo!

And how'd that make you feel?

Does it matter?

Well, given everything everyone else has said

about this guy, you should be jumping for joy.

I don't see you jumping.

Yeah, it ripped me apart.

But I didn't kill Vince because he broke up the band.

So how'd he die?

You know, you're the first to actually ask that.

Maybe no one else really cares.

But you do?

He had talent.

And he certainly had that ego you need

to stand in front of a crowd and bare his soul like that.

Didn't he also throw a mic stand at you?

I'd like to think it was more in my general direction,

but yeah, he probably did -- old times' sake.

Mind you,

Vince was leaving nothing to chance last night.

He'd clearly decided to go out on a blaze of glory.

VINCE: Alright, B-Bass!

Who's here for Starscraper?

[ Cheers and applause ]

Everyone knows this guy.

[ Drum 'n' bass music plays ]

What do you want from me?

Huh?

What do you want?

Do you want my heart?

Do you want my soul?

It's too late!

It's too late for that, I sold that, years ago!

Don't you get that?

I have nothing to give you!

I have nothing that you want!

I am nothing!

If you killed me right here, right now,

you'd be doing me a favor.

- [ Crowd gasps ] - [ Feedback whines ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Vince groans ]

So, when he walked off that stage,

that was the last time you saw Vince Scully alive?

Yeah.

No.

I did see him, backstage,

after Anaru and I had finished the gig.

Thank you again, B-Bass!

I'm Serena, you've been amazing! Good night!

Didn't take her long to jump into my grave.

- What the hell are you doing? - Fashioning an ending.

Look, I know that your life is messed up right now,

but you can't just throw all of this away.

I'm not throwing anything away, mate.

Everything that we've worked so hard for,

you're throwing it all away.

Okay, maybe I'm throwing you away, Anaru,

but I'm sure you'll land somewhere nice and comfy,

like between Serena's legs.

Wait -- is that what this is all about?

Whatever works for you, man.

Look, I didn't steal Serena from you.

I know. I gave her to you.

And now I'm giving you both your freedom

so you can do whatever the hell you want,

just as long as it doesn't involve me.

I'm sorry if that's more of a poison chalice

than you were expecting.

It's just music, Anaru.

Soundwaves moving through the air.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

And that was the last time I saw Vince alive.

Because, as it happened,

Vince was off drinking from the poison chalice.

Nothing to do with me.

So, presuming Vince Scully died not long after

walking off the stage, where were you at that time?

Anaru and I were in the campervan.

There were idiots going crazy all around us,

so we curled up, in bed, had sex,

and then we fell asleep.

Is that enough of an answer for you, Detective?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

I guess I would have been loading the gear into the van.

What I do every gig.

I don't know exactly what time that would've been,

but I was probably getting arrested.

You guys would have that on your records though, right?

I was in the campervan, with Serena,

she was sound asleep, so you're just gonna have

to take my word for that.

MIKE: You weren't at the festival, where were you?

CAMERON: I don't know.

You don't know where you were?

I don't know exactly. There was a lot going on.

Like, apparently, a riot breaking out.

- Apparently. - Apparently?

After the headlining act refused to play,

there was a riot, the police were called,

multiple arrests were made.

You don't remember any of this?

- Of course I do. - According to the reports,

you were nowhere to be found at the time.

Mr. Lazenby, I need you to understand how serious this is.

While the riot was going on and you were absent,

Vince Scully was being poisoned by an overdose of a drug

by the name of AAF.

And I believe that a quantity of it was seized,

by you, at the gates.

Am I right?

You can see the two things I'm putting together here, right?

They're here.

I'm screwed every other way,

might as well go down for this as well.

That's some of it.

I confiscated them, and yeah, I kept them,

but I didn't give any to Vince.

Actually, what we're talking about here

is the concentrated liquid

which gets sprayed on the stuff to make the joints.

We believe that is what killed Vince.

I don't know about any of that.

'Cause I wasn't there.

While Vince was dying.

I wasn't there till next morning when the van thing happened.

MIKE: Where were you?

I was here.

On the floor. In a ball.

I thought about smoking one of the joints, but I hate smoking.

So...

I just lay there.

In the dark.

And quiet.

I abandoned my own festival.

This thing I'd dreamed of my whole life --

I just couldn't face it.

I wanted to kill every single one of them.

I couldn't stand it.

I couldn't stand them.

But I ran away...

So I ran away.

[ Somber music plays ]

- [ Line rings] - KRISTIN: Hey, Mike.

MIKE: So there were lots of drugs

circulating at the festival.

But who had access to the AAF

that ended up in Vince's drink bottle?

Well, for me, when I hear "roadie,"

I think "drug dealer," but that's probably stereotyping.

So, should we get a warrant to search the gear van?

If Ricky Sua is dealing drugs,

then that's where we'll find them.

Which means, team, you need to stall him.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

I reckon you can't keep us all here any longer.

Oh, no, we've done with your mates, they've gone.

So that means that I can leave too.

I just have a couple of quick follow-up questions for you,

if you'd be so kind.

What are they?

- Sorry? - These follow-up questions.

If you just bear with me...

ah, for a minute...okay?

[ Sighs ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

Hey, Mike.

Neil, do you have a minute for a quick, quiet word?

Surely. Come on through.

So, is it a rash or...?

What?

Well, people often ask for privacy

to discuss the more intimate afflictions.

It's about the B-Bass music festival.

Right, yeah, yeah, of course.

Sorry.

Not the most popular thing ever to hit Brokenwood, I admit.

It's not about whether we should have given them a permit

or whatever, it's about what happened at the festival.

The riot?

No, not even that.

There was a death.

It's not quite public knowledge yet.

Oh, my God, that's terrible.

I understand you were roped into drug testing up there.

Not roped in, I volunteered to do it.

Sure. I just want to know what you found.

You know that's awkward for me, right?

Kids bring their pills in to be tested

on the understanding that it is completely confidential,

especially when it comes to the police.

I'm not here to debate drug laws.

I have a guy who's overdosed on AAF

and I just want to know if there was a lot of it going round.

Awesome.

Yeah, I wasn't to the guy who died.

No, no. That's what it's called --

as in Awesome As...

Yeah, I am aware of that, Neil.

And no, mercifully none of that stuff crossed my path at B-Bass.

None at all?

Well, that doesn't mean that it wasn't there.

I test pills, and the pills I tested there were mostly

of a very high quality.

No nasty surprises.

AAF is normally smoked.

Yeah, also aware of that. Hey, thanks for your time.

NEIL: Oh, before the death is public and the righteous start

jumping up and down about drugs,

you should know that the so-called riot

and most of the injuries across the weekend --

all down to good old-fashioned booze.

Oh.

CHALMERS: Mm.

[ Clears throat ]

Gjallahorn?

What's that all about?

It was Vince's side project.

Is it, what, um, German?

RICKY: Norse.

Old Norse stuff.

CHALMERS: Like white supremacist stuff?

No, just, he was really into old Norse stuff --

used to bang on about it all the time.

Mm, Gjallahorn.

And that was going to be the name of the band?

RICKY: Just him. Playing really loud,

because Gjallahorn was going to be the horn

that was heard in all the worlds when Ragnarok kicked off.

Is Ragnarok another band?

Nah, it's the end of the world.

That's dark.

That was Vince.

Search warrant.

For the van you were driving.

Why are you giving it to me?

CHALMERS: Because you were driving the van.

The van belongs to the band.

Yeah, but you were driving it.

But it's the band's van, not mine.

Okay, so you won't be worried about

what they'll find in there, will you?

'Course not.

Look, you need to know that if you do find drugs,

they are legally not my problem.

KRISTIN: Unless of course they're your drugs.

Look, we put signs up. We had people checking the bags.

If people want to bring drugs here, that's their business.

Unless you're taking a cut,

in which case it's your business too.

- I would never. - That's good to know.

CAMERON: All I'm saying is that if word gets out

that this was some kind of drug free-for-all,

that would just be the crap-flavored icing

on the crap cake.

KRISTIN: Well, haven't you already reached that point,

what with the dead guy found in the camper?

OFFICER: Boss.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Why do you care?

About what?

RICKY: About Vince being dead.

It's my job.

RICKY: But he was not a good person.

Still my job.

The way he treated women...

that was not right.

Yeah, I hear that.

Am I under arrest?

No.

Am I helping you with your inquiries?

- You could say that. - Then I no longer wish to help.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Bugger.

Mr. Sua. You've got somewhere you have to be, do you?

Indeed. Far away from here.

Well, we'd like to keep talking to you.

I no longer wish to help.

Well, I have a few questions about these substances

and the money we found in your van.

I told you -- not my van.

Okay, the van I personally saw you driving,

the van in which we found many of your belongings,

the van everyone says "Oh, yeah, no, that's Ricky's van."

I still don't know anything about

anything you're talking about.

And yet I could arrest you here and now.

Or you could turn around.

Follow me.

The boss will be here soon.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

MIKE: Thank you for coming.

You must be Brianna.

DSS Mike Shepherd.

Just Mike will do.

Am I going to get arrested?

I asked Frodo to make it clear

that all I wanted to do was talk.

Yeah, and I did.

Yeah but isn't that what cops say

right before they arrest you?

Not in this case, I swear.

All I want to find out is what went on

at the festival on Sunday night.

Especially in terms of what drugs were doing the rounds.

Frodo, maybe it'd be best if I talked to Brianna alone.

Yeah, okay.

Maybe you could get us all some coffees.

You can see how that might be hurtful to me right now.

Let me make this clear.

Whatever you tell me now, it goes no further.

- Okay? - Okay, sure.

So there were a lot of drugs going around?

Yeah, heaps.

What types?

How do you mean?

I'm wondering about something called AAF...

Awesome?

Yeah, I believe that is what it goes by.

Nah, I didn't see any of that.

It was mostly just like pingers and stuff.

Ecstasy?

Yeah, and it was really good stuff too.

- Right. - Or so I heard.

People kept coming up to the coffee cart,

and they were raving about this stuff that the Angel gave them.

- The Angel? - Yeah.

There was this woman dressed as an angel,

and if you went up to her and asked,

then she would sell you the drugs.

And what did she look like?

Angel wings, sparkly angel face makeup, angel outfit.

Like...an angel?

Okay, okay.

I only spoke to her for a bit, and it was really dark

when she came up to the coffee cart.

- So you spoke to her? - Yes.

She wanted to get a coffee but she didn't have any money

because she'd already given it to the Buddha Man.

The Buddha Man?

Yeah, the Buddha Man is where the pingers were coming from.

Could you describe the Buddha Man?

Nah, I never saw the Buddha Man.

I only saw the Angel when she came up

and swapped a coffee for a pinger.

Could your friends describe the Angel?

If you want to know what the Angel looked like,

you could just watch that video.

What video?

There was this video that was uploaded last night --

um, that dick from Starscraper,

he's, like, throwing his microphone at Aura.

Anyway, he then, like, storms offstage,

and you can see the Angel in that video.

Thanks.

VINCE: ...if you killed me

right here, right now,

you'd be doing me a favor.

- [ Crowd gasps] - [ Feedback whines]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Kids are gonna do what they're gonna do.

At least this way, they're getting the good stuff.

You mean if you sell it to them.

RICKY: There are good drugs, there are bad drugs.

Isn't it better that if they're gonna take anything,

that they take the good stuff?

As opposed to AAF.

How come, if Vince was such a straight-edge these days,

it was AAF that killed him?

I cannot answer that.

Because you supplied it to him?

I would never sell that crap.

It preys upon the desperate.

Desperate like Lisa Hunter?

In the past, yes.

Turning her life around, is she?

She has quite a record for drug-related offenses.

She did.

Even after she had her kid.

RICKY: Maybe, for some, being a mother

isn't the magical experience they say.

True, especially if the dad wants to have nothing to do

with the kid, right?

I wouldn't know about that.

Come on. Aren't you the Buddha?

Dispensing wisdom and then sending the Angel

out to deal your good stuff?

I'm not saying anything.

You don't have to.

So Vince is the father, I take it.

Well, officially that bit is blank, but the dates fit --

as to why she hasn't been around the band

for the last couple of years.

Daddy didn't want to step up.

Hmm.

Where's the kid now?

MIKE: In foster care.

By all accounts, Lisa's maternal instincts

are a bit hit and miss.

But we can ask her all that when we find her.

Oh, come on.

Oh, shit.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

- Where's she running to? - Yeah, I don't know.

But it's your turn. I chased her last time.

She's faster than she looks!

[ Music ends ]

[ Chickens clucking ]

CHALMERS: We need to talk further,

but I know somewhere more comfortable.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

♪ This is my vanishing point ♪

- ♪ The beauty undeviating ♪ - Go this way.

♪ I'm no prepare to put myself through ♪

♪ Witnessing the destruction of you ♪

♪ There is a grace to coming clean ♪

♪ There is a world inside unseen ♪

[ Dramatic music plays ]

You seem very keen to leave Brokenwood.

I just want to get home, eh?

When was the last time you saw your son?

Couple weeks ago. But that's gonna change.

I'm sure it will.

I just need to get some cash together

and find a place for us to live.

Where are you living now?

I'm just kind of between places at the moment,

but I'm crashing with Ricky.

He's good-hearted.

That kid, he really turned her life around, eh?

She was starting to get it together,

and they still took him away from her.

Still said she was an unfit mother.

Just wrong.

Yeah, he is.

He's my friend.

And did you ask Ricky to bring you to the festival?

Yeah.

And why did you want to come to the festival?

I wanted to see him again.

Vince Scully?

Yeah.

But he made it pretty clear

he didn't want to see you, right?

Well, I had something I wanted to show him.

MIKE: Is this what you wanted to show him?

That's Jack.

That's our son.

You know I actually -- I tried to e-mail some photos

to Vince a couple times, but he never responded.

I guess I thought if I could show him

what he was missing out on --

you know, what we were missing out on --

then he would see, and then we could go back to them,

as a couple, and we could get Jack back.

Get out.

Don't.

Vince, please just wait, please just look at this.

Lisa! You need to --

This is our son, and sometimes he looks so much

like you that it makes me want to cry.

I told you, whoever the father of that kid is,

it's not me.

It's not me.

That must have hurt.

I expected it.

But you didn't give up, did you?

I thought eventually he might see, you know?

So, if you're on this noble quest to reunite the family,

how come the next thing you do is to run around selling drugs?

Lisa, there are a lot of people out there who will

identify you as the Angel who was selling them drugs.

If you're defending Ricky, there's no need.

He's admitted the drugs were his.

If you want to come after me for the drugs, fine.

But leave her out of it.

She's in a world of pain already.

Okay?

Can we make a deal on that?

The drugs in the van, they're yours?

RICKY: Yeah.

And you were selling them at the festival?

Yeah. It was me. All me.

LISA: He was just trying to help me out -- get some cash

so I could get a place and I could show them

that I'm ready to get my son back.

Why the Angel?

[ Chuckles ]

It's from ages ago.

When I used to go to concerts all the time.

The first night that Vince and I met, he came up to me,

and he said that he liked my costume.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

The concert -- it was you he was talking to, not Serena.

What do you want from me? Huh? What do you want?

If you killed me

right here, right now,

you'd be doing me a favor.

Vince wasn't really one to shy away

from making his point known.

After he left the stage, you followed him back to the van?

No, I saw him backstage talking to A-Dek.

VINCE: Didn't take her long to jump into my grave.

- What the hell are you doing? - Fashioning an ending.

ANARU: Look, I know that your life is messed up right now,

but you can't just throw all of this away.

I'm not throwing anything away.

So I just went to the van and I waited.

Tell me about the AAF.

That has nothing to do with Ricky.

Got that.

He doesn't even know that I had that.

Where did you get it from?

A couple of guys I know who make synthetics.

It's everywhere if you know where to look for it.

Why did you bring it to the festival?

Just in case.

Just in case he rejected you for the last time?

Lisa, did you bring it with the intention to poison Vince Scully

in case things didn't work out?

I knew things wouldn't work out.

In the time between getting into the van

and Vince arriving back, tell me what you did.

You know what I did.

[ Somber music plays ]

♪ I'm going to answer ♪

♪ Protecting ♪

♪ Can be so hard to forgive ♪

♪ It's not what I thought ♪

♪ It's not what I pictured ♪

♪ When I was ♪

♪ Imagining my mind ♪

♪ You're so nervous ♪

Jesus,

how actually dumb are you?

A lot less than you think, actually.

Get out.

Fine, I'll go. I just want to say one thing.

I'm not interested.

Get out.

You missed your chance.

I mean, like, you really, really missed your chance.

♪ Apparently I'm not done ♪

Look at what we could have had.

But you blew it.

Yeah, right, so nothing to do with you being a complete freak.

♪ If you... ♪

Yeah, yeah.

I just wanted you to know, that's all.

You just need to know.

You finished?

Yeah.

Yeah, we're finished.

[ Somber music plays ]

So you came here to kill him.

I came here to give him the peace that he wanted.

Vince was a creature of habit, especially after he gave up

all the bad ones that made him fun.

Every night, before sleeping,

he would down a handful of supplements,

and then would wash it down with this godawful-tasting

health drink that he would mix himself.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Choking ]

[ Drum 'n' bass music plays ]

What's going on?

Can you feel it?

Feel what?

Well, the music -- the way it touches you.

Vince is gone.

Lisa, what have you done?

Was it Ricky's idea for you to get arrested as an alibi?

Accessory after the fact is the least of his worries.

Here's what you need to do.

You need to ditch the Angel get-up

and then you need to get yourself arrested.

LISA: Given what I've just done,

I don't think that that would be too difficult.

No, no, no. Not for that.

There's like a full-on fight going on over at the Portaloos.

I'll pick you up in the morning.

Go! You need to go!

[ Drum 'n' bass music plays ]

Turns out it doesn't take much too get arrested around here.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

CROWD: Fight, fight, fight!

I guess obstructing an officer in the course of duty

is the least of my worries, right?

[ Somber music plays ]

Do you think that they're gonna let me see my son

when I'm in prison?

Guess I could say something about

everything turning to shit,

but that would be rubbing your nose in it, right?

What do you want, Doug?

You know I can't pay you, right?

DOUG: Maybe I'm here to throw you a lifeline.

Maybe I'm here to say you don't need to pay me at all.

Maybe we can let this one ride till your next festival.

I severely doubt there's gonna be a next festival.

Well, you'll live; you'll learn.

You'll be back.

You might just need to take a good long look

at your musical choices.

Might even find something people want to listen to.

And you'd let me stage it here?

Sure.

What do you think about yodeling, Cameron?

That'll be music to a man's ear.

[ Yodels ]

[ Laughs ]

A mighty effort, team.

Thanks for today.

Anyone fancy a beer at the Snake and Tiger?

Ah, I'll pass. I'm keen to get home.

Another time, though. Good night.

- Night. - KRISTIN: Night.

Okay, well, that was a total deflection.

Well, it's been a long day.

Yeah, following a long weekend out of town.

- Did he say where he went? - Nope.

Hm, I think he's got something going on.

Or maybe he likes to keep things to himself.

In the same way that some people

like to keep their musical tastes to themselves.

Oh, yeah, nice try.

Gangster rap.

Yeah.

Nah.

Every time you say "yeah," you mean "nah."

Yeah.

Okay, now you're messing with me.

- Classical. - Nah.

Oh, no, now you really are messing with me.

It's just too easy.

I'll find out one day.

[ Classic rock plays ]

[ Country music plays ]

♪ Can have a little peace in my darkest night ♪

♪ Have I paid enough dues to stop for a while? ♪

♪ You might think I've been wasting my time ♪

♪ But I've just been searching for a little ♪