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Hey.

Hey, can you hear me?

If you can hear me, I'm gonna get help.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, I'm a police officer.

There's been an accident.
I need your phone.

Yeah, right.

Hey! I'm a police officer!

All right.

All right, hang in there.

D.C. Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.

I need an ambulance

at the north end of Black Pits Road,

two clicks from the intersection.

Car veered into ditch.

Tall female occupant, unconscious.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

Jools, is it?

Look, you've been in an accident.

Oh, so sorry.

It's okay. My name is Daniel, all right?

An ambulance is on this way.

So, so sorry.

Is there anyone I can call?

Not anymore.

Okay.

If I had to hazard a guess...

You'd say broken neck.

Will I be wrong?

Guess who the driver was.

What's with all this guessing?

Our own old friend Jools Fahey.

This sounds like friend
in the ironic sense.

Let's just say she's helped
police with their inquiries

on more than one occasion.
Yeah.

We got an ID yet?

No, nothing.

We searched through pockets.

Only thing was a bundle
of cash. Hundred dollars.

What did Jools Fahey have to say?

I couldn't get any sense out of her.

In and out of consciousness,
possibly alcohol-induced.

I think we should give Mike some space.

He needs to converse with a victim

to gain his special insight.

Well uh, you should ask her why

she wasn't wearing shoes
on the coldest night of the year.

I'll head to the hospital.
Follow up with Ms. Fahey.

Are you? Are you planning on running there?

Maybe.

So what do I need to know
about this Jools Fahey?

Well, I think she's actually
had more husbands

than Mike's had wives and
a remarkable portion of them

died under suspicious circumstances.

So driving around with
the body of a young woman

in the back of her car,
it's not out of character?

Mm, I'd say she's really
pushed the boat out on this one.

but she'll probably make the
excuse she was in Hamilton.

Why Hamilton?

Because on more than one occasion

she was conveniently
visiting her mother in Hamilton

while her husbands were passing away.

Never charged?

Not to date.

She remembers the accident.

Claims she hit some loose gravel

on the side of the road and lost control.

There may have been a minor concussion,

but we think most of the time post accident

she was asleep rather than unconscious.

Her blood alcohol level?

Yeah. Over twice the
legal limit, I'm afraid.

And her clothing's been put aside?

Yeah, as requested.

She's bruised and shaken

but it could have been a lot worse for her.

No, it still could be.

You can go in.

Thanks.

Detective Constable Daniel Chalmers,

Brokenwood CIB.

We met out on Black Pits Road?
Oh, yes.

I vaguely remember. He was so kind.

Hello Detective.

Jools.

You here to tell me what I already know?

I shouldn't have been driving.

Well, hindsight is a wonderful thing

when you're alive to have it.

I know that road like the back of my hand.

I must have driven it a hundred times

in the last few months.

I don't need the lecture.

It was silly of me to take the risk.

Why did you?

I was tired.

Had a few too many glasses
of bubbles. Wanted to go home.

Home From where?

The Wadsworths.

Big place out west?

You weren't heading home from Hamilton?

No, why would you suggest that?

I'm just checking you
weren't visiting your mother.

My mother passed away 12 months ago.

My apologies. I did not know that.

She suffered terribly.

Uh, Jools, why were you at the Wadsworths?

Oh, Dolly Wadsworth's birthday party.

Her 90th, would you believe?

Sounds like a blast.

It was.

Will I lose my license?

Right now losing your license

may be the least of your worries.

We need you to explain the
body in the boot of your car.

What?

There was a body of a young woman

found in the boot of your car at the scene.

We wanna know who she is
and how does she get there?

This must be some kind of sick joke.

Jools, we really need to know who she is.

No.

I don't know.

I don't know anything about this, I swear.

Okay, I did not know about her mother.

Do you believe her story?

Do I believe the only thing Jools has put

in the boot of her car in the past 24 hours

was an antique French ottoman?

That's a good question.

I run a little vintage store,

buying and selling bits and bobs.

All very high end, of course.
Of course.

Yesterday I was on a mission

to find a very particular item

for Charles Wadsworth, as it happens.

An ottoman for one of the
guest bedrooms at the manor.

I found just the right thing

at an auction in Riverstone, pure luck.

That was early afternoon.

Then I drove back to Brokenwood,

collected my costume for the
party from the costume hire.

It was a costume party?

Dolly was very firm.

Everybody had to dress up to represent

one of the many decades
she's lived through.

I chose the 1970s, disco glam.

Anyway, went home, got changed,

then I must have arrived at
the Wadsworths around five.

With the ottoman in the boot?

That's right.

How do you know Dolly?

I met Charles through the business.

I could tell he was a
customer worth cultivating.

Dolly's his grandmother.

I just wish I had her energy.

Honestly, I'm surprised
the party ended when it did.

When was that?

1:32? Couldn't say for sure.

But I know I was the last to leave.

Charles was already
upstairs and a bit of a grump.

The ottoman looked amazing,

but he thought I'd overspent.

And Belinda was the worst
for wears, Charles's sister.

Where is everyone?

Gone, I think.

Oh, is it bedtime?

I think it might be.

Oh, has there always been this many stairs?

Come on.

Helped her to her room. Got her settled.

You're so drunk.

Feet.

Then I left to drive home.

I didn't stop to murder anyone on the way.

Well.

Here we go again.

You been here before?

A few years ago.

Another body that turned
up where it shouldn't have.

While a group of locals were roleplaying

a hybrid game of Cluedo.

The owners were away.

Wintering on the continent, don't you know?

Why is there a hearse here?

Who are you?

Mike Shepherd, Brokenwood CIB.

We are here in relation
to a suspicious death.

Suspicious my ass. He choked
on his own bile.

Charles, you're wanted by the police.

Better come inside.

This is Victor Cantrell.

He's an old friend of my grandmother's.

Not as old, you understand.

Ah, good man.

And this is Roger Plummer.
We've met.

On several occasions.

Where's Dolly got to?

She's out on the veranda.

Please, have a seat.

Uh, the body we saw being carried out?

Oh, poor old Jonty.

Jonathan Wadsworth, Dolly's brother.

It's a blessing, really.

He'd been ill for a very long time.

There isn't a problem, is there?

His doctor's been and gone.

Natural causes, all of that bull.

I'm sure.

Do you mind me asking why you're here?

I came for Dolly's party last night.

I stayed over in a spare
room. I do that sometimes.

Yes, I remember.

Oh, that'll be Lucas

checking up on me, I
said I'd be home first thing.

But, do you mind?

Lucas?

Coffee?

Oh, you are a darling.

Do you mind if I?

My condolences. I'm
sorry about your brother.

The timing's obviously very poor,

but we are here in
relation to another death.

Oh, and I thought you
were here to pour the coffee.

Excuse me, we need a word.

D.C. Chalmers.

You are?

Tamuka.

Tamuka Mkioye.

I was Mr. Wadsworth's nurse.

Tamuka, is there anyone upstairs?

Only me.

Belinda. Belinda Wadsworth.

You're a detective?

Conducting inquiries
into an unexplained death.

Jonty.

But he was- Do you have time

for a quick chat?

Of course.

If you don't mind.

Of course. Ladies first.

I wish I could help. I'm sorry.

If she were here,

then she had a damn
cheek turning up uninvited.

I think I'd remember
seeing someone so pretty.

Poor wee thing.

This is all a bit much before breakfast.

No, I've never seen her before.

If she was at the party, I
wouldn't have seen her.

I was upstairs.

All night?

With Mr. Wadsworth.

Who is she?

We don't know.

Jools Fahey was involved in a car accident

in the early hours of this morning.

This young woman was
found in the boot of her car.

God, that's rather confronting.

Is Jools okay?

She will be. She's in
hospital for observation.

She swear she's never seen
this woman before in her life.

Neither have I.

I assume that was your next question.

Yes, yes. I saw her here last night.

Are you sure?

Positive, must have been around 11 o'clock.

The party was in full swing.

I needed a drink. I was
craving a decent red.

Oh no, no, no.

Really, Dolly, you must be
able to be better than this.

Nothing personal, you're
doing a marvelous job.

Leave the poor boy alone.

Help yourself to the wine cellar.

You know where the key is, you old snob.

Can I help?

Ah, no, no. Don't mind me.

I had the distinct impression
I was interrupting something.

Charles gave me this.

"For your next very important party,

Prentice VIP Catering."

Catchy.

Mm-hm, owned and
operated by a Trent Prentice.

He was here last night
supervising his staff.

I'm messaging you his address now.

Going somewhere?

Hope I'm right in assuming we're free

to go about our business?

I have my great uncle's
funeral to organize.

We are going to need a
little bit more of your time.

Detective Sims and Chalmers
will take full statements.

If you must.

We must.

DSS Mike Shepherd.

Brokenwood CIB.

Can I have a word?

Yeah.

She, um, she worked for me
last night at the Wadsworth's.

Name's Zara.

Last name?

I don't know.

It'll be on your paperwork, surely.

Do you have it handy?

Right.

No paperwork.

That'll explain the bundle
of cash in her pocket.

Yeah, well, it was just for one night

and I needed someone in a hurry.

And Zara just happened
to turn up out of the blue?

Pretty much.

Yeah, someone had
just called in sick for work.

Sorry, there's nothing going.

You can try the poncey
wine bar down the road,

but 10 to one now, have the same story.

Thanks, anyway.

Sorry, love.
Wait a sec.

Are you looking for work?

It was the night before the party.

I was desperate, she was keen.

Did you talk to her much

or did she tell you anything about herself?

Not really.

She said that she'd
done five years at Auspay.

That was obviously a crock.

I was gonna put her on drink service

but when she turned up at the Wadsworth,

she wasn't really dressed for it

so I kept her in the kitchen.

Dishes, bit of prep, and
even that was pushing it.

She spent more time knocking back drags

than she did cleaning glasses.

Did you notice anything
else out of the ordinary?

Did she talk to any of the guests at all?

No, she was in the kitchen all night.

Until when?

Sent the staff home
around a quarter to one?

Do you know how Zara was traveling?

Just on foot.

And you saw her leave?
Yeah.

Do you recall if she was wearing shoes?

Shoes?

Yeah, I think so.

You let a young woman who had been drinking

wander off into the night
down an isolated country road?

I said I drive her myself,

but she wasn't keen so
I offered to call her a taxi

and she wouldn't let me.

So you don't know where she was living

or where she was staying?
No, she never said.

Mr. Prentice, I would appreciate it

if you would come down to the station

and we could detail all
this in a witness statement.

What, now?

Now would be good.

Mate, I've got work on.

A woman is dead, Mr. Prentice.

I get that, but I've already
told you everything I know.

So, unless you're gonna
charge me with something,

I'm gonna get on with my day.

Trent Prentice is at
best a reluctant witness.

But he claims he saw Zara
walking away at 12:45 AM,

yet less than an hour later she was somehow

back at the Wadsworths and lying dead

in the boot of Jools Fahey's car.

Shoeless.

Unless her body was
placed in the back of the car

after Jools' accident, not before.

While Jools was still at the wheel?

Asleep or semi-conscious, it's possible.

Well I'm coming up blank
on young women named Zara

living in the Brokenwood area.

If she was looking for work,
maybe she's new in town.

And without ID, we can't be
sure Zara is her real name.

Gina's sent DNA off to the database

in the hopes that there's a match.

On present evidence,

one of these two was
the last to see her alive,

but so far we have nothing
to connect Zara to Jools.

Other than the fact they were both

at the Wadsworths last night.

Where if Jools is to be believed,

their paths never crossed.

Ah, yes, the Wadsworths.

Not quite what I was expecting.

Yeah, I always assumed
that they were a couple,

but no, brother and sister.

And that house has
been in the family forever.

Old family money?

Yeah, according to Dolly,

a lot of it was lost in the Depression.

Then Dolly and Jonty's father

made it all back from tobacco in Rhodesia.

Sounds like you got
the whole family history.

Oh, yeah.

Charles and Belinda were just little

when their parents died in
an avalanche in Switzerland

on the slopes of Saint Moritz.

Was awful.

Just awful.

I brought them back here and did my best.

They never wanted for anything.

But money doesn't replace
a loss like that, does it?

What I can make out,

the house and what's
left of the family fortune

belonged to Dolly's brother.

Jonathan Wadsworth.

Who died late last night

having spent the last
two years of his life in bed

after suffering a series of strokes

and various other complaints.

Diabetes, sciatica.

Who'd you get this from?

His nurse, Tamuka. `

Confirmed by Roger Plummer.

And then there is Victor Cantrell.

Ah, yes. The boy wonder.

That's what he was called back in the day.

Do you have any idea
what she's talking about?

No.

Oh, so you didn't get the
whole family story after all?

Well, the Wadsworths may have
made their money from tobacco,

but Dolly and Jonty were
a black sheep of the family.

They were a double act.

New Zealand's own brother
and sister singing sensation

and they were quite big back in the day.

Records, tours, TV shows, all of that.

Victor was their protege and proud of it.

Plucked from obscurity
at the tender age of 14.

One week I'm tiptoeing
through Canon and D Major

at Mrs. Frobisher's Piano Academy,

the next time playing the Go-Go Club

and developing a taste for rum and coke.

Happy days.

Poor old Jonty.

Hard to believe he's no longer with us,

especially with Dolly still
being in such fine fiddle.

Oh, you should have heard her last night.

The top notes are gone of course,

but the star power, undimmed.

Apparently Dolly belted out
a song or two at the party.

I would like to have seen that.

Well, you still can.

A nurse set up a live feed of the party

for Jonty to watch from bed.

It was Dolly's idea.

I'm not sure if it was meant
to be entertainment or torture.

Here we are, Mr. Wadsworth.

All set.

Oh, testing.

Testing!

One, two, three.

Oh God, help me.

Testing!

It'll be recorded.

We'll need to get that link from Tamuka.

Mike Shepherd.

That feed could be
helpful in tracking Jools.

Was she really at the party all night?

Okay.

Make sure that that's where she goes.

Jools has been discharged.

She was picked up by her
fiance, Charles Wadsworth.

She's old enough to be his-
Fiancee, obviously.

A uniform has instructed
her to go to the Wadsworths.

Meet her there.

Walk her through her movements.

I wanna know every detail
of what she did last night,

starting with exactly
where her car was parked.

Here. Right here.

I parked the car, then I went inside.

Taking the ottoman with you?

No.

You told us you bought it with you.

Oh, I did.

And I wanted Charles
to see it straight away,

but I couldn't have
carried it in by myself,

so I went looking for him.

There you are, darling. I
need a hand with the ottoman.

The what?

Ottoman. It's a piece of furniture.

Smaller than a couch,
bigger than a foot stool.

Yes, I know what a bloody ottoman is.

Charles has more important
things to be doing right now.

We all do. We're running out of time.

Oh no, that doesn't
look right at all, does it?

It's not your best work.

Nevermind, we have
an actual living, breathing

design guru in our midst.

Perhaps you'd like to lend a hand?

Could have done without the attitude,

but you have to understand,

Belinda's very attached to Charles.

Silly, really, but I think she sees me

as some kind of threat.

The ottoman?

I forgot all about it till later

when the party was dying down.

Oop.

Can't just wait until morning?

No, I want you to see it

and tell me how
wonderful I am for finding it.

And spending all my money to buy it.

There.

Okay.

Tell you you're wonderful
when we get it inside, okay?

Do you wanna grab that?

Yep.

Did you close the boot to your car?

Uh, I don't remember.

Try. Could be important.

What's that?

Seaview Apartments, unit two.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

You were right, of course.

I'll try not to let it happen too often.

Cervical fracture.

Death would have been instantaneous.

But here's what's really interesting.

This side of her body is badly bruised,

indicating she fell from
a considerable height.

She also registered a
very high alcohol reading.

Her death could have been the result

of nothing more than a drunken stumble

or the more interesting possibility.

She was pushed.

We can only speculate.

Thanks.

"Have it your way. You always do."

Sorry, what was that?

"Have it your way. You always do."

I asked about missing keys.

The owner couldn't be sure.

He's only had the place for a few weeks.

Another thing. Zara might not be Zara.

The apartment was paid for in advance

by a credit card in the
name of Virginia McDougall.

Did anyone actually see this Virginia?

No.

The apartments operate on
a lockbox check-in system.

The other apartments are empty

and the owner didn't see anyone arrive.

Let's see if you can trace Virginia.

I'm heading back to the Wadsworths.

Mike.

Victor and Dolly were just entertaining me

with stories from their showbiz days.

Boring the poor girl senseless,
more like it.

It's the way you tell them.

I hear you're big country fan.

Guilty.

Jonty and I nearly played Nashville once,

meant to be the start
of a big American tour.

Mm, nothing ever came of it.

See what I mean? Scintillating.

Oh, we are popular.

Should I get more cups?

Not for me, please.

I've just come from a
meeting with Jonty's lawyer.

As you know I'm executor of the estate.

I have have copies of the will.

Oh, we'll leave you to it.

Excuse us.

Oh, I'm sorry, your bike
ride may have to wait.

I'm assuming Charles and
Belinda are here somewhere?

Inside.

Ah, perhaps we should join them.

I spoke with Dolly.

She couldn't think of anyone at the party

who would've stayed at
the Seaview Apartments.

Not that sort of crowd.

Of course, we don't know
how long the key was here.

It could've been dropped months ago.

Although surely the
groundskeeper would've found it.

But if it was Zara's and she
was pushed from the balcony...

Then it could have
fallen out of her pocket.

That miserable old bastard.

Look, I'm not having this.

No! No way!

Lindy.

Did you want something?

I wondered if I could go upstairs,

take a look at the balcony.

Yeah, do whatever you need to.

Do it and then leave us alone, please.

Anything?

Nothing that I can see.

The owner of the Seaview Apartments

said they'll be in touch if the occupants

of apartment two show up.

Did you tell him she's found
alternative accommodation

at the Brokenwood morgue?

We don't know that.

We still don't have anything concrete

to link the apartments to our Jane Doe.

And whoever Virginia
McDougall is, she's not our Zara.

Virginia is 59 years old,

lives out along the coast
towards Parakai Point.

You got an address?

Yep.

I should put my jacket
back on, shouldn't I?

It's okay.

Can I help you?

Ah DSS Mark Shepherd, Brokenwood CIB.

Detective Kristin Sims.

We're looking for a Virginia McDougall?

Yeah, that's me.

Ginny.

We need to ask you a few questions.

About?

Can we?

I'm going down the beach
to get some mussels.

If I don't go now, the
tide will be back in.

We have reason to believe

that you recently paid for
several nights accommodation

at the Seaview Apartments.

Might have done. What of it?

Was it for yourself?

No, my daughter.

The caravan's not really
big enough for guests.

And where is your daughter now?

If she's not at the
apartments, I don't know.

When did you last see her?

Look, would you mind telling
me what this is all about?

We're following a lead
regarding the suspicious death

of an unidentified young woman.

What's your daughter's name, Ginny?

Gaia.

Has Gaia gone by any other name?

I wouldn't know but probably.

We're not exactly close.

I need to show you something.

It's a photograph of the dead woman,

so it could be disturbing to you.

Maybe we should go
back to your caravan and-

Show me.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, no.

Is there anyone else we should contact?

Gaia's father, perhaps?

He doesn't know she exists.

Are you sure about that?

You told me you'd been
estranged from Gaia for years

and maybe she reached out
to him without you knowing.

Maybe. I don't know.

I wish I'd never told her his name.

I didn't for years and she
always held it against me.

She didn't understand that
I was trying to protect her.

From what?

The sort of man he
is, the world he lives in.

What world is that?

A world built on the
proceeds of a deadly drug.

You must have seen something in him once.

He had his uses for one night,

but I didn't really know
who he was, what he was.

When I found out I didn't
want anything to do with him.

And I tried to make sure
that Gaia didn't either.

Can I ask the name of this person?

Jonty.

Jonathan Wadsworth.

Gaia left home as soon as she could.

I hadn't seen her for years.

No emails, no phone calls.

And she suddenly turned
up at my place begging to stay

and asking for money.

Hey mum.

What are you doing here?

What sort of welcome is that?

I wasn't thrilled to see her.

And you sent her away?

I paid for the apartment.

I thought I was doing the right thing.

He's a keeper.

My penance for staying out all night.

Oh, nonsense.

He volunteered.

I won't keep you long.

I really don't know what I
can add to my statement.

Oh, I should have said.

I'm here about Jonathan Wadsworth's will.

Oh, I see.

It was as much of a surprise
to me as it was to anyone.

I don't actually know what's in it.

Strictly speaking, I
need a warrant to find out.

But I'm hoping as executor

you'll be able to tell
me what I need to know.

He told me the whole story happily enough.

Said it was too good not to share.

Lucas, please.

I'll be out the back if you
need me. Take your time.

I really only have the one question.

Did Jonathan's will make
provision for a daughter

that the rest of the family
may not have known about?

Her name's Gaia.

As far as I'm aware, Jonty
never set eyes on her.

But it didn't stop him
leaving her the house.

Officially, she was never at Woodsworth,

but she was Jonty's daughter.

Wow.

Did Gaia have any idea who
she was working for last night?

We don't know.

Ginny wasn't much help on that score.

Jonathan and Gaia dying
within hours of each other

suddenly seems like a
way bigger coincidence

than it did this morning.

Especially with Gaia
being named in the will.

Who will get her share now that she's dead?

I'm assuming it will be distributed

amongst the other beneficiaries.

Jonty's lawyer is Dennis Buchanan.

Oh my god.

I've made an appointment with him tonight.

Well, if we were looking for a motive,

I think we just found one.

Someone wanted Gaia out
of the way in order to inherit.

Someone that not only knew who Gaia was

but also knew she was in the will.

Could be any one of them.

Back so soon?

Following up on new information.

If it's not inconvenient for you.

No.

What sort of a name is Gaia anyway?

Ah, she doesn't seem to
have been too keen on it either.

When did you first find out about her?

Oh, this afternoon.

Was I surprised? Not really.

Jonty was an old goat.

He could have fathered any number of sprogs

we don't know about.

But Gaia was the only
sprog named in the will,

with a claim on the house.

I see. You think I
wanted to get rid of her.

I'm just asking questions.

You remember that tour to
the States I told you about?

The one that didn't happen?

I turned my back on the Wadsworth millions

a long time ago and if Jonty were here,

he'd tell you why he ruined
his life at the same time.

You broke up the act.

Jonty felt I'd betrayed him
and Daddy Dearest did, too.

It was made very clear to me that the house

would Jonty's to do what he wanted with.

So if I don't seem overwhelmed with grief

at my brother's passing,
perhaps you can understand why.

Yeah, look, it was sorted years ago.

Dolly would live out her last days here,

that the house would go
to Belinda and I, half each.

The new will must have come as a shock.

The will's the least of it.

I mean first I find out I have an aunt

that I've never heard of

and then you tell me
she died here last night.

It's definitely her?

We found her mother.
She identified the body.

That's a lot to take in.

Well at least you and Belinda

won't have to contest the will.

Couldn't have, anyway.

Children and grandchildren, yes.

Nieces and nephews, no chance.

You've obviously done your research.

I was straight on the phone to my lawyer.

You would've done the same.

Charles is furious.

And you're not?

I was.

We noticed.

On Charles's behalf. He
needs this place, I don't.

No?

I'm engaged to Alistair Kincaid.

As in Kincaid's.

Oh, the construction company.

Right, so that's you sorted, is it?

If anyone had designs

on being Lady of the Manor, it's Jools.

I take it you don't approve

of your brother's choice of fiancee?

It's how obvious she's about it all.

Every antique that comes to the door

is Jools marking her territory.

It's laughable, really.

I know why she feels
vulnerable and so would I

if I was her age and engaged
with catch like Charles.

Hmm. It is quite the
age difference, isn't it?

For a long time Charles was a mummy's boy

without a mummy and now he's found one.

What about Jools?

Did she know you were expecting

to inherit half the house?

As it happens, yes.

What are you implying?

Have you forgotten where
we found Gaia's body?

And yet you haven't arrested her.

No.

We haven't.

The last time I was here, the
Wadsworth had a housekeeper.

Batty Brenda.

Please tell me she's still behind bars.

To the best of my knowledge.

On the QT, I don't think Jonty

could afford to replace her.

I do what I can when I'm here

and I don't expect any reward for it,

least of all from Jonty's will.

I burned that bridge a long time ago

when I sided with Dolly
in breaking up the act.

You said when you are
here, you don't live here.

Oh, Lord, no.

Listen, I love Dolly to bits,

but you'd have to pay me to
put up with her round the clock,

and Jonty was worse.

Controlling, vindictive.

I could go on.

I get the picture.

Tamuka deserves every cent coming to him.

The boy's a saint.

Tamuka's been named in the will?

No surprises there.

He was always more than Jonty's nurse.

How much do you know about Zimbabwe?

Only would I hear on the news.

Eh, not so much these days.
Maybe that's a good thing.

I hope so.

I do know that Dolly and Jonty's parents

made a lot of money there,
back when it was still Rhodesia.

My grandfather was their cook.

They were very good to him.

Not every Black servant could say the same.

Then everything changed.

The war?

I was too young to understand.

My father moved the
family here to New Zealand

when I was a baby.

The Wadsworth were very kind to us.

Jonty helped me financially
all through nursing school.

My father said it was guilt money.

I choose not to think that way.

So when Jonty offered
me a job, I couldn't say no.

It's an honor to look after
someone in their last days.

I'm told you've been
provided for in Jonty's will.

It isn't much but enough
to make a difference.

I'm very grateful.

Did Jonty ever mention a daughter to you?

No.

We were informed that
Mr. Wadsworth had a daughter

at the will reading.

So it came as a surprise?

Everyone was surprised. You can imagine.

Okay.

Thanks for your time.

You're welcome.

Oh, I believe you set up a live feed

of Dolly's party for Jonty to watch online.

He slept through most of it.

Would you mind sending me the link?

Okay, but why?

So we can get a sense of the party.

Sure.

Poor kid, looked like she was gonna cry

when I told her there was no work.

When Trent Prentice offered her something,

it was like he'd saved her life.

Didn't quite work out that way.

So I hear.

Did you also happen to hear Trent tell her

where the party was?

Did he mention the name Wadsworth?

No.

He asked for a pen and
paper, wrote it for her.

Here.

Don't be late.

Is there a problem?

Oh, no. All good.

Oh, thanks Trudy.

That's what I like to see,

a man who knows work-life balance

and the virtues of a good vin de rouge.

Dennis, thanks for coming.

Well I know it's not the my pleasure

of my company you're after.

Is this what you want?

Must be worth a glass of
something pricey, surely.

And they have such a thing

as a 50 year old single malt here,

or do I need to take you to a real bar?

Passable.

Just.

Best I can do.

Well, about this will.

It's all rather straightforward, really.

Jonty acknowledged Gaia as his daughter

and felt obliged to provide for her.

Mind you, it took some gentle persuasion.

Jonty wasn't keen on the idea?

Until I pointed out there's
this pesky little thing

called moral duty, which is
as old fashioned as it sounds.

But as the law stands, Gaia has a right

to expect proper maintenance and support.

So if Gaia, wasn't included in the world,

she could have contested it?

From what you are telling me,

she was on the bones of her ass,

which would have only
strengthened her claim.

So for once in his life, the
old boy did the right thing.

When was this written?

His latest one? Just over a year ago.

But Gaia was in an earlier will,

but back then she would've only received

a few thousand dollars.

I did tell Jonty this wasn't enough,

but he wouldn't be swayed.

Did he have a reason?

Well, from what I understand,

Gaia first made contact
with him out of the blue

about five years ago
and started hitting him up

for cash right from the get-go.

Only she never thought to use any of it

to go and visit him, which
is a bit of a sore point,

especially after he got ill.

In fact, they never actually met.

What change between the two wills?

In Jonty's mind?

Who knows?

Well, I'll have a copy
sent over you tomorrow.

In the meantime, is there
anything else you want from me

before I move on to
somewhere more salubrious?

Heard that.

You could hurry up the
release of Jonty's bank records.

All right.

Same again.

The statements are in

from the rest of Trent Prentice's workers.

Apparently he had a
reputation for being a bit handsy

with his female workers.

No wonder he struggles to keep staff.

Assume for a moment that
Jools Fahey is the murderer.

She finds out about Gaia and kills her

so that Charles doesn't
lose his inheritance.

What did she intend to do with the body?

What do we usually do with dead bodies?

Bury them or burn them.

Has anyone checked Jools' backyard

for a freshly dug grave?

Ah, forensics were all over
her place yesterday. Nothing.

And what did she do with
Gaia's shoes? Why take them off?

Well, she left her prints all over them

when she was putting the body in the boot

and had to get rid of them?

Why not dispose of them with the body?

Be handy to know what we're looking for.

When you searched Gaia's apartment,

did you come across any shoes at all?

No.

So she only had the one pair with her.

Which means she would've been wearing them

when she visited her mother.

Hello again.

Thanks for that.

A neighbor of Trent Prentice

claims she got up for a
glass of water at 2:00 AM

on the night of the murder
and saw Trent arrive home,

almost an hour later than he told us.

Okay, well that's gotta
be worth follow up surely.

Yeah.

Hello, sorry to bother you.

Oh, oh, excuse me.

I was hoping for a word
with Detective Shepherd.

Uh, well, he's not here.

Well anyone, really.

All right, guess that would be me.

You go, I'll stay.

Can I get you a coffee?

I am afraid Detective Shepherd and I

may have been across purposes
when we spoke yesterday.

To tell the truth, I was
still little under the weather.

I remember telling him I was surprised

as anyone by the contents of Jonty's will.

That isn't quite true.

Okay?

The family didn't know
about Gaia, but I did.

Jonty told me years ago
after she first made contact.

It was all very confronting for him.

He didn't feel he could tell
Dolly or any of the others.

Right, so he talked to you.

Not that I was much use.

I did advise him to get a DNA test,

which thankfully the girl agreed to.

It confirmed Jonty as her father.

Okay, so when you say
you are surprised by the will?

It was the change to the will.

It wasn't the change I was expecting.

Sorry, I don't follow.

Last year Jonty appointed me

as his financial power of attorney.

At the same time he advised me

that he intended to remove
Gaia from his will completely.

I was told to deny any future
requests for financial help.

I was to write to her telling her

the money well was dried up

and that she wasn't to make
contact with Jonty again.

No letters or emails that she
sent would ever reach him.

Now this?

Doesn't make any sense.

You ever work hospo, mate?

You need to wind down
at the end of a shift.

So you didn't go straight home?

All right, you caught me.

I went for a drive by myself.

Where to?

Just up to the beach at Parakai Point.

Parked up, smoked a joint. That's it.

There's closed circuit
cameras out that way.

So?

Do I look worried?

One more question.

When Zara left the Wadsworth that night,

was she carrying a bag?

Uh, yeah, a shoulder bag. Why?

Thanks for your help.

Did you believe him?

About the joint? Definitely.

Gaia's shoes, as described by Ginny.

And as drawn by you. It's very Andy Warhol.

That's how he got started, beds for shoes.

Anyway, Dr. Plummer's new statement.

Jonty told him had lost faith in Gaia

wanting any sort of relationship

and that she was only
interested in bleeding him of cash.

Jonty turns around and
leaves Gaia the house.

Yeah, so either Gaia did
something to win back favor or-

Charles and Belinda fell from grace.

Run a check on them both.

News stories, court records,
over the last year or so.

Anything that might've
shifted Jonty's opinion of them.

Ah, and you've got a party to go to.

The link to the live
feed's in your own box.

Can't wait.

There we are, all done.

Yes.

Detective.

Hm, don't look so worried.

I'm just here to return your phone.

Oh, and I'll take this while I'm here.

I'll need a receipt.
Of course.

How'd you get on?

Charles Wadsworth and his business partner

got done for fraud.

The conviction predates
Jonty's will by just a few days.

Charlie was lucky to escape prison,

but his mate didn't get
off so lightly, and get this.

Charles's business partner

is Alistair Kincaid, Belinda's fiance.

Thanks. Good to know.

Here you go.

Hm. Thanks.

We were convicted on a technicality, okay?

I paid my fine, Alistair
is serving his sentence.

Not as if I'm hiding anything.

It's all a matter of public record.

How did your great-uncle react at the time?

Ah, did he immediately call
his lawyer and disinherit me?

I doubt it.

To be honest, I think
he was past caring that-

Senior.

Morning.

Excuse me.

This is a real Zolushka moment.

Zolushka.

It's the Russian version
of the Cinderella story.

Much superior.

Whatever happens, just
don't expect happily ever after.

Unfortunately, she won't
be able to go to the ball.

We lifted two sets of prints,
Gaia's and someone else's.

Well, my money is on Jools Fahey.

Which reminds me.

A sample of Jools Fahey's handwriting,

which is not a match.

Well, this should cheer you up.

Well, hello Dolly.

I feel groggy and weary and tragic

Punchy and blurry and fresh outta magic

But alive, but alive

But alive

I feel twitchy

Yeah, she does go on a bit.

Take that, you old misery guts.

At least one of us has still got it.

Aren't you dead yet?
Hurry up and get on with it!

You, uh, just missed Dolly's big number.

Oh, shame.

Thank you.

Oh, but wait, there's more.

Remember how Tamuka told us

he didn't spend any time downstairs?

Stop, stop it.

Relax, come dance with me.
I can't!

Stop.

Check out Chuckles in the background.

I hate to break up the
party, but we have a visitor.

Something you wanna tell us, Trent?

Yeah, I did see Zara again that night.

Gaia. Her real name is Gaia.

I did see her again.

After she left, I realized I'd
underpaid her by 20 bucks.

I went to give it to her.

You told us that you didn't
know where she was staying.

I was covering my ass.

I didn't want you to think that
I'd been anywhere near her.

Like I told you, I tried
to call a taxi for her.

What's your address?

Seaview Apartments.

Did you get that?

This is coming out of your pay, by the way.

Forget it, I'll walk.

I had some stuff to pack away.

Must have left about five past one.

And realizing your mistake with Gaia's pay,

you drove straight to
the Seaview Apartments?

Yeah.

No ulterior motive?

What do you mean?

You weren't hoping 20 bucks

might buy you some extra time with her?

You're making it sound sleazy.

She was a good looking
girl, I'm a single man.

So you thought you'd try it on?

What time did you get to the apartment?

About a quarter past
one, something like that.

There was a light on inside.

You heard a baby crying?

Yeah.

But I didn't stick around.

That's it, I swear.

So, uh, I didn't do anything wrong.

Well except lying in
your original statement.

Ginny.

Ginny, are you here?

Sims?

Forensics came back.

Jools' prints are on Gaia's shoes.

Bring her in. I'll be there as soon as-

Looking for something?

Ooh it's a dangerous game

Honey when you feel like playin'

And you chose fire over love

You're left holding nothin' but the grudge

No one but Trent saw at the apartment.

Not Gaia, but Ginny.

She finally told me the whole story.

Don't worry about the baby.

I left him with a friend.

I have to go to my cleaning job soon.

I'll try not to keep you.

I told you I hadn't seen Gaia for years.

Can I just come in?

What, so we can have the
same old fight all over again?

Please.

I need your help.

I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't desperate.

Yeah, don't I know it.

I thought she wanted money or a babysitter.

But no.

I can't look after him.

I tried and I can't.

Where's the dad?
He left.

I don't know how to find him.

I'm asking for your help.

You're asking the wrong
person. Go and see your father.

He doesn't want anything to do with me.

I sent her away.

I paid for the apartment
for a couple of nights.

Told her that was all I could afford.

But then the next night I couldn't sleep.

I was worried about the kid.

So I went to check on them.

Hello?

Hello?

There was an open window around the back.

It's okay.

Shh, shh, shh.

You're all right, you're...

What kind of a mother
lose a tiny baby by itself?

A desperate one.

I had visions of her partying
with the Wadsworths.

I was so angry.

I wanted to see her face
when I turned up with the baby.

I calmed down by the time I got there.

Couldn't bring myself to go inside.

I saw someone on the balcony.

Shh, shh, shh.

It's okay.

Shh.

Shh, shh.

But when I turned back,
whoever it was was gone.

I thought for a minute it was Jonty,

but it couldn't have been, no.

He was too tall.

What did you do next?

I drove home.

With the baby?

He'll have a better life with me

than he ever would have with Gaia.

I wish you'd told me all this sooner.

And now she's worried about the father

turning up to claim the baby.

Who that is? We don't know.

Gaia didn't say.

Does Ginny know when
she was at the Wadsworths?

She was very specific about that.

1:46 AM.

And where was Gaia by then?

Trent used that road heading
in the opposite direction

35 minutes earlier.

Should have passed Gaia.

But according to him, he didn't.

Well possibly because she sees him coming,

steps out of the way into the trees.

Maybe that's how she lost her bags.

She put it down, forgets it.

She'd been drinking, remember?

Then she goes back to the house.

Why, though? Why go back to the Wadsworths?

To talk to her father?

I mean, they were estranged,

she had some Dutch courage on board.

Hm, the contents of the
bag might give us a lead.

But whatever the reason is,
she makes her way upstairs.

Where she somehow falls off

the balcony to her death.

But by the time Ginny drives up,

she's dead on the
ground next to Jools' car.

Could have just happened.
Ginny wouldn't have seen her.

So you think the man Ginny
saw on the balcony killed Gaia?

Well, the timing fits.

Assuming Ginny's telling the truth.

Jools Fahey has just dismissed her lawyer.

She's choosing self-representation?

Organize the search of the roadside

between Wadsworth's and Seaview Apartments.

If that bag's still there, I want it found.

Are you sure about the lawyer?

I don't need her.

I've always felt that lawyers employ guilt.

I'm not guilty of anything.

Pleased to hear it, but if you
change your mind any time-

I won't change my mind.

You know me well enough to know

that whatever's happening here
is a simple misunderstanding.

These shoes were found
on the Wadsworth grounds

with your fingerprints on them.

We believe they belonged to the deceased.

My fingerprints? No.

Yes. Can you explain how they got there?

I don't know what to say. Makes no sense.

How did your fingerprints get on her shoes?

I really don't know.

Did you kill Gaia to prevent her

from inheriting a majority
share in the Wadsworth estate?

No.

Did you at any point hold
Gaia McDougall by the feet?

No. Why would I do that?

Well, you might if you had to lift her

into the boot of your car.

But I didn't. I've stated that.

Perhaps her shoes came off.

Rather than put them back on,
you decide to throw them away.

This is laughable.

Something else is troubling us.

At the scene of the
accident yesterday morning,

I asked if there was anyone
I should contact for you.

You said no.

In fact, you said not anymore.

You were asked the same
question at the the hospital

and gave the same answer.

Yet when you were discharged,

you were collected by your fiance.

It seems strange you didn't mention him.

Well, if you must know,

Charles broke up with me at the party.

Why?

He said...

He said he wasn't worthy of me.

He said I couldn't love him
if I knew what he'd done.

What did he mean?
Oh, I don't know.

Yet the next day he
picked you up from hospital.

He turned up pleading
with me to take him back.

Begged me not to tell them.

Not to tell the police what
he'd said the night before.

"You couldn't love me if
you knew what I'd done."

He can't have meant killing Gaia.

Why not?

Well...

If he had already done the deed

and dumped the body
in the back of Jools' car,

he'd hardly be talking
about it a minute later.

And it's more likely that he
and Jools are in it together

and she's trying to
point the finger of blame

away from herself.

Look, the ugly truth is
there's a man in prison

'cause I let him take the rap for a fraud

that was all my doing.

Alistair signed off on a
few fake invoices, that's all.

He didn't even know what they were,

but I convinced the court

that he had cooked up the whole scheme.

I meant what I told Jools.

I'm not good enough for her.

Yet the next morning,

you were begging her to take you back.

She'd just been in a terrible car accident.

I felt sorry for her.

I'm all she has. It's
understandable, isn't it?

And how does your sister feel about

you sending her fiance to prison?

Yes, well,

that's another reason why
Jools will be well out of it,

'cause Lindy will do anything she can

to undermine whatever happiness I find.

Not that you actually
cares a jot for Alistair.

She's moved on.

Don't why they bother trying to hide it.

Everybody knows.

Stop, stop it.

Relax, come dance with me.
I can't!

Stop.

Tamuka?

Shh.

Big secret.

Sorry detectives. Still nothing.

Okay.

What's he up to?

Funny sort of bike ride.

Mate, you all right there?

Got a puncture?

No, no, I'm good.

Just taking it easy.

I never thought I'd say this,

but thank you Dennis Buchanan.

Ah, Jonathan's financial records.

Anything useful?

Hmm, a series of
substantial payments to Gaia

over a five year period,

stopping abruptly about a year ago.

Yeah, about the same
time Jonty changed his will.

I've been thinking about the man

Ginny saw on the the balcony,

so I went back to the live feed.

Victor leaves the ballroom at 1:29.

According to his statement,
he left to go to the bathroom,

but then he came back five minutes later.

But we don't see it because
Tamuka turned off the live feed

in Jonty's bedroom at 1:30.

Now, here's something
else I missed earlier.

This is timecode at 1:28.,
just before Victor left the room.

What's she reacting to?

And where is she going?

Mike Shepherd.

Nice work.

Yeah, that'd be good. Thanks.

Gaia's bag's been found.

Hm, not a bad drop.

That's what they were
drinking at the party,

I don't know what Dr. Plummer
was complaining about.

Reckon Gaia lifted it from the kitchen?

Dutch courage, before
coming back to confront Jonty?

Well, she drank the whole thing,

she would've been off her face.

Drank enough to drop her bag in a ditch.

Yeah or fall from a balcony, at least.

Wet.

Stick it in a bowl of rice.

No.

That doesn't work. It's just a myth.

Have you ever tried it?

You'd be better off with a good strong fan.

Either way, you're not
cracking into that baby for a bit.

Rice and a fan?

It worked.

That might be, but you
are wasting your time now.

When a person's been deceased this long,

their skin tone changes

and the body loses electromagnetic energy.

There is very little chance that-

You were saying?

I'm happy for you.

Hmm, thanks.

How are your plans for the rest of the day?

Is Beth still away?

Hm? Yeah, she's in Australia.

Back next week.

Actually, I'm expecting
some downtime this afternoon.

Great. I might have another job for you.

Let me call the coroner.

Ah, success.

Mike, you techno-wiz, you.

Anything?

A couple of surprises.

And I found this, a death
notice for Gaia McDougall

dated over a year ago.

Okay.

So who's the woman in the morgue?

I'm not sure that's the
right question to ask.

Did you meet with Belinda this morning?

Yep, I showed her the video.

Seriously?

That's when Jools and Charles

were dragging that hideous ottoman inside.

It was so damn ugly, I
didn't want it in the house.

But now, I've found this.

Five minutes earlier.

If you listen closely, you can
have voices over the noise.

Careful!

Oh no, watch where you're going.

That's the ottoman arriving.

So what was Belinda really
reacting to five minutes later?

And why did she bother to lie about it?

Hm, go back and ask her.

Well, I would, but she won't be there.

Is that all? I have a funeral to go to.

Nice they let you out of the clink, dear.

It was a misunderstanding.

Oh, deny, deny, deny.

That's the way.

Already?

Dolly's booked a holiday to Europe,

birthday present to herself.

She flies out tomorrow.

Where's the service being held?

St. Judas.

All right, let's go.

Well...

I'll explain on the way.

Sorry about this, but I need a word.

Dare I ask?

Mike's referred Jonty's
death to the coroner.

The body won't be cremated
until after post-mortem.

If you'll excuse us, we
need to speak with the family.

Detective Shepherd.

Dennis, you're not at
Jonathan Wadsworth's funeral.

Certainly. No, no, I'm with a client.

Quick question.

Did Jonathan ever tell you that he intended

to remove Gaia from the will completely?

Not a chance. As I said,
moral duty prevailed.

Okay, thanks for your time.

Right.

Nude scuba diving.

I'm fascinated. Tell me more.

Well, it's best in the tropics.

Detective. I need to talk to you.

When I told Jonty to hurry up and die, I...

He was a cantankerous old bully,

but he was still my brother.

The only one I ever had.

I understand.

That girl, on the other
hand, she had to go.

I had spent the best
years of my life dragging up

two grandchildren to see
their futures snatched away

by some money grubbing little madam.

Earned a good push, listening
to all that talk.

I don't regret it for a moment.

And who helped you
put the body in Jools' car?

Nobody.

And why try and frame
your grandson's fiancee?

Who are you trying to protect, Dolly?

Tamuka?

What?

Nice try, but you're too late.

He'll be in custody by now.

These photos are from Gaia's phone.

Perhaps you'd like to explain

the intimate relationship
you had with a woman

you claimed never to have met?

We met last year. In the city.

By chance?

No.

Jonty, Mr. Wadsworth,
he sent me to find her.

Why?

He'd sent her a lot of money over the years

without meeting her.

Wanted to know what she was doing with it.

He was worried about drugs.

I didn't expect to...

To what?

To fall in love.

Love was it?

It was only one week,

but it was the happiest week of my life.

One week, and then what happened?

Couldn't stay. Had to
come back to Brokenwood.

To report back to Gaia's father.

Zara. She called herself Zara.

And what did you call yourself?

You obviously didn't use your real name

or she would've been able to track you down

when she realized she was pregnant.

Tom.

So perhaps it wasn't love after all.

When did you learn about the baby?

Tamuka.

Um...

Not until the night,

the other night, the night...

The night Gaia died?

What happened?

She came upstairs.

She must have been looking for Jonty.

Tom?

She couldn't understand why I was there.

I didn't know what to tell her.

She was drunk and I
didn't want Jonty to hear us,

so I took her out to the balcony to talk.

Tom, what are you doing in this place?

Keep your voice down.

I'm not Tom.

My name is Tamuka.

Tamuka?

Okay, weird.

What are you doing here?

That's for me to know and you to find out.

Stop, all right? Cut it out.

Why are you here?

I had your baby.

What?

You heard.

I had your baby.

I don't believe you.

Oh, well, I'll show you the photos.

She couldn't find her phone.

Oh, I left my stupid bag
on the side of the road.

Then I realized we weren't alone.

Your new girlfriend,

face to face with the mother of your child.

Did Belinda know about
your relationship with Zara?

I didn't tell her.

But she found out a few months ago.

How?

Same way you did, by
looking through private photos

on someone else's phone.

Yours?

I told her she was just
some girl I met on holiday.

I told her it was all over,
but she didn't believe me.

And now suddenly Zara
was right there in front of her.

Baby? What baby?

Uh oh, you're in trouble now.

She's the jealous type.

What baby?

I don't know. I don't know
what she's talking about.

So glad I came back.
This is gonna be awesome.

You had a baby with this woman?

With her?

With me.

I swear, I don't know what she's on about.

Come on you two, fight.

Fight.

You are lying to me.

I'm not.
Fight!

Liar!

I could tell she was dead.

I didn't know what to do.

Then I heard a car coming up the road.

So you panicked?

Jools' car was right there.

The boot was open.

Then what did you do?

I heard the car that had
just arrived drive off again.

Then I heard a car door.

I ran out onto the balcony

and saw Jools drive away with-

With Gaia in the boot.

Belinda was a mess.

I think she went to her room.

You don't know?

I had to get back to Jonty.

He'd been breathing poorly all night.

I had a feeling the end was near.

If Tamuka is telling the truth,

he's an innocent bystander.

He could have come clean a lot sooner.

Not without having to explain

his relationship with
Gaia to the Wadsworths.

I'm not sure he's so innocent.

How much are nurses usually paid?

Not enough.

Jonty's most recent bank statements.

Oh, Dolly. Mike Shepherd.

Detective.

How can I help?

I was wanting to have
another chat with Belinda.

Is she there?

Oh yes, she is.

Tell her I'm on my way.

I'll do that.

Bye.

Ah, Gina, how'd you get on?

You were right, again.

Of course.

This is all very cozy.

I feel like another soiree coming on.

Before that, Belinda has
requested the opportunity

to talk to you all.

I wanted you to know that I,

I didn't know that Gaia
was Jonty's daughter.

I just knew her as the woman

in the photos on Tamuka's phone.

The woman he'd had an affair with.

I was jealous of Gaia
before I even set eyes on her.

Honey, we did it again together.

And when I did...

Found her on the balcony with Tamuka

and they were talking about a baby.

Baby? What baby?

Uh oh, you're in trouble now.

She's the jealous type.

What baby?

I don't know. I don't know
what she's talking about.

So glad I came back.
This is gonna be awesome.

You had a baby with this woman? With her?

With me.

I swear, I don't know anything about this.

Come on you two, fight.

Fight.
You are lying to me.

I'm not.
Fight.

Liar!

It was an accident.

Very likely.

Then a car arrived.

It was Gaia's mother,
Ginny, looking for her.

Jools' car was parked
nearby with the boot open.

It was Tamuka's idea
to hide the body there.

For reasons of his own,

he couldn't afford to be
implicated in her death.

Gaia's shoes came off in Belinda's hands.

At first we thought Belinda

had thrown them in the garden, but no.

Meanwhile, Charles was
upstairs breaking up with Jools,

which means that the gathering downstairs

had dwindled to a party of three.

Or was that only two?

Dolly and Dr. Plummer,
who'd fallen asleep on the sofa.

The livestream shows Victor

leaving the ballroom just before 1:30.

Victor went upstairs to see
what was holding up Charles.

Charles and Jools didn't see Victor.

And when Jools left to drive home,

the only person she talked to was Belinda.

She helped her to bed,

helped take off her gloves and her shoes.

Except they weren't Belinda's
shoes, they were Gaia's.

And now Jools' fingerprints
were all over them.

Then the shoes were planted in the grounds

for us to find later.

It wasn't my idea.

No, nor was it Tamuka's.

He was busy with Jonty.

So you turned to the only other person

who knew what had happened.

The same man Gaia's
mother saw on the balcony.

I saw it all. It was a stupid accident.

And it could have stayed that way,

but not after Gaia's body was placed

in the back of Jools' car.

And especially not after
you persuaded Belinda

to implicate Jools even more.

And all this time, the one person who could

have stopped this charade said nothing.

Instead he went out of his way

to conceal his connection with Gaia.

Knowing that her phone
contained photos of him,

he went searching for her bag.

And what was Tamuka's
relationship with Gaia?

He told us he met
her in the city last year.

He was sent there by Jonty,

effectively to spy on her.

But that doesn't explain this.

Gaia's death notice.

Dated a full year before her actual death.

We contacted birth,
deaths and marriages today,

and their records show a request

for a death registration form
from Tamuka's email account.

Now, the form was never submitted,

probably 'cause the death notice alone

was enough to convince Jonty
that his daughter was deceased.

Which was the real reason
Tamuka was sent to find her.

To kill her.

I never would've done it. Never.

Maybe not. But you
persuaded Jonty that you had.

Hence the vastly inflated payments

for nursing services that began

as soon as you returned to Brokenwood.

Not to mention the
little top up in Jonty's will.

I, I don't understand what's going on.

Why would Jonty want Gaia
dead and then leave her the house?

Precisely because if Gaia wasn't alive,

she couldn't inherit.

It was also a way of deflecting suspicion

from any involvement in
Gaia's supposed death.

Or maybe he just wanted you all

to have the shock of reading the will,

thinking you'd lost the house.

For Tamuka, Gaia turning
up here was a disaster.

Her accidental death even more of one.

Had Jonty survived the night,

he would've found out about Gaia's presence

the same way you all did.

When we turned up.

So there was only one thing to do.

A little extra insulin,
confirmed by the pathologist.

Just enough to kill him

but not enough to be detected
by the attending doctor.

Oh my God.

Tamuka Mkioye, I need you
to come down to the station

for further questions in relation

to the death pf Jonathan Wadsworth.

Perhaps, just perhaps Tamuka was thinking

of someone other than himself.

His son.

Yeah, the new owner of Wadsworth Manor.

Until Charles and Belinda contest the will.

And make the Dennis Buchanans

of this world a little richer.

I thought they weren't
entitled to contest it.

Well, if Jonty promised him the house,

they might still make a claim.

I can't see them giving up
without a fight. Not those two.

For you. Found it in the op shop.

"Dolly and Jonty's Greatest Hits."

Shall we?

Could there be a better time?

We'll build our love while we can

While hopes are high
and sweet songs are sung

And our love can grow all through the years

With very few heartaches,
with very few tears

Though others may laugh
and say we're too young

Our love will stay when all's said and done

And this love will be all through the years

With very few heartaches,
with very few tears