All language subtitles for The Brokenwood Mysteries s05e03 Tontine.eng

Q

(SLIDE GUITAR MUSIC)

# You're alive

# as long as the streets are living.

# I single you out.

# I don't want to wanna go home.

# Sun will rise...

Jeez, Lester, what's
the damn hurry, mate?

(CHUCKLES) Not again, Trev.
It just encourages him.

# Ooh.
# He ain't saying it'll be easy...

You wanna go there,
do you, bro? Come on, boy.

(CHUCKLES, PANT S)
Whoa!

# This broken bell keep on ringing.

# Boy, ifs true.

# Boy it's true. #

(SLIDE GUITAR MUSIC FADES)

(JAR CLINKS)

Oh, hello, Madison.

Jean.
Still come to see your mum, then.

Yeah. She expects it.

Oh, so many these days -
forgotten the moment they've gone.

Well, not Mum. She'd never stand
for that sort of nonsense.

No, she wouldn't.

I think she'll be happy knowing I'm
still right here, where I belong.

Datura.

WHISPERS: Really.

Come on, bro. Dig it in.

(CAR HORN HONKS)
Hey!

Animal!
Let's go! (PANTS)

Game on!

Come on, lads! Come on, Lester!

(GRUNTS)

Come on, Trevor. (CHUCKLES)
I'm not even sweating.

Come on!

Come on, Trevor, you loser!

Whoo! (LAUGHS)

Lester! Lester?!

Lester?

Stay back!

Mike.
Theoretically,

do you think ifs possible
to train a bull to kill on command?

Oh, you're still banging
on about that?

Well, you have to
admit it's intriguing.

That Collins guy was an idiot - I
thought that was the official verdict.

Not in those exact words.
But yeah, essentially, yes.

So? (SIGHS) Maybe I'm being too
optimistic about the human race,

but I find it hard to believe
that someone can be that stupid.

Yeah, well, there are some
spectacularly stupid people out there.

I know. But in theory, do you think it's
possible to train a bull to kill on command?

Oh, look, Mike, I have to go.
It might be your day off,

but it's not mine, and actually,
I've got a death to deal with.

Should I be there?
No, no. It's a middle-aged cyclist,

pushed it too hard - heart attack.

So why are CIB involved? The uniform
branch is stretched, so I stepped in.

The good news is Breen lost rock-paper-scissors,
so I sent him to inform next of kin.

Oh, so you've got time to
talk about the bull thing?

(HISSES) We're breaking up, Mike.

(HISSES) I'll talk to you later.

(SLIDE GUITAR MUSIC)

(MUSIC FADES)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Good Lord.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Another one?
Yes, another one.

Who? Lester Nyman -
heart attack yesterday.

Oh dear. Will you come in,
or do I send this out?

STUTTERS: Uh, no, no - I'll come in.

Good. Everything will
be ready this afternoon.

In theory, you can train any animal.
I mean, they train orcas, right?

And that didn't turn out so
well, for both man or beast.

Yeah, but I mean if you can train a big
fish, you can train a bull, right?

Orcas are mammals, not fish.

But a bull is a mammal.
Yes.

Here we go.
Thank you.

I got you a trim. Look, Mike, I'd love to
dwell on your bull-as-assassin theory,

but, um, I have a dead
cyclist to process here.

Oh, on that note, when I told Mrs Nyman about the
death of her husband, she was a little weird.

(BRAKES SQUEAK)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Yes?
Mrs Tammie Nyman?

Yes. Detective Constable Breen.
Urn, I have some bad news.

Can I come in?

Wait. Did you say Nyman?
Yeah.

Wife of Lester Nyman -
the dead guy on the bike.

The bull thing happened
on the Nyman farm.

I thought bull guy was Collins. Yeah, but
the witness was a Trevor Nyman, the farmer.

Trevor Nyman - Lester Nyman's brother - was the
first man at the scene when Lester dropped dead.

So what are we thinking here?

A very good question indeed.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
Gina, what can I do for you?

Mike. (CHUCKLES) It always makes me laugh when
you answer your phone, 'Gina, how can I do you?'

That's not actually what I say, Gina.
It's more, 'What can I do for you?'

Same thing.
No.

What's up?
Or perhaps down.

This is a Mr Lester Nyman.

Ah. The cyclist.

OK. Yes. The face-first
thing is unusual.

Yes. A heart attack, wasn't it?
Yes.

I sourced his records, and given his medical
history, a heart attack is most likely.

But if he had a heart condition, what was he
doing riding to the top of Whakamoho Mountain?

Because cycling is awesome?

It is?
Man, machine, fresh air,

gets the blood flowing, feel the tingle of life in
your extremities - you don't like cycling, Mike?

Never been a fan, no. Pity. I think
Lycra brings out the best in men.

OK. (CLEARS THROAT)

If it was a heart attack,
what am I doing here?

This. You see this rash?

This reaction, it troubles rne. I hear
you on that. Not what I would expect.

Chafing?
No. No signs of friction,

and chafing would be
lower, between legs.

This is a reaction to something.
Poison? Call it instinct,

but something is not right about this.
I'll notify the coroner.

I was hoping you would say that.

You know, instead of 'poison' and 'bull', you could
have just written 'stupid' and 'death wish', right?

Or just not written anything at all,
because there's no evidence of-

Yet.
Yet,

to suggest that either of these are
anything other than what they are.

Well, there's a rash. Maybe they
changed their laundry detergent

and he had a reaction
to that. Meanwhile...

Manu Collins - is there something to suggest
there's anything out of the ordinary?

Apart from everything?

So where's the bull now? We put it in another
paddock. Thought it was probably best.

You say Manu Collins just
ran straight at the bull?

Like I said, we were
out here talking, and...

You've heard of the festival of San
Fermin, right? The running of the bulls?

The Spanish celebration of fleeing
with soiled trousers? Yeah.

Well that's what I'm
gonna do with my money.

Yeah, see, I wanna be one of those guys
who gather where the bulls are released,

and then when they emerge out on to the
street, run towards the bulls. (SIGHS-HS)

But then at the last minute,
turn around, and then run with them.

Yeah. Yeah,
that's what I'm gonna do.

What are you doing? Well, I'm
so totally gonna be that guy.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! (LAUGHS)

Yeah, he stressed the bull
out, running at it like that.

The bull just did what bulls
do when they get stressed.

Yeah! Whoo-hoo!
(MOOS)

And maybe he would've made it...

but he...

Oh, Oh shit!

But by the time I distracted it...

Oi! (WHISTLES)

...it was way too late.

(GROANS)

Was Mr Collins prone
to doing things like that?

You mean being an idiot?
Yeah, I guess.

I don't know. I only knew him
a couple of days. (GUNSHOT)

That'll be Mrs McTavish.
She works here.

She reckons once they've done something
like this, you don't want 'em round.

I see a candidate for a Darwin Award
maybe, but not for murder.

(SIGHS) Trevor Nyrnan has been a witness to
or first on the scene of two deaths over,

what, the last two months?

Bad run of luck for Trev.

Yeah, and then some. It's not been
a good year for the Nyman clan.

Six months ago Trevor's father, Karl Nyman, killed
himself. Put a shotgun in his mouth out at the farm.

Guess who found the body?

And then two weeks ago, a Jethro Nyman drowned while
jet skiing off the coast of Riverstone - way off.

Any mention of Trevor
in relation to that?

Nope. Missing for a week
before the body washed up.

Anything to suggest foul play?

Not as yet. You know, it could just be a
run of really lousy luck for the Nymans.

No one has that much
bad luck. Come on.

Oh.

Q

This really is
a great spot, isn't it?

Yeah, it is. (SIGHS) Look,
is there some kind of problem here?

Not at all. It's just a routine follow-up
about your brother Lester's death.

There was nothing I could do.
He was dead by the time I got there.

I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.

Or losses, actually. There's been a bit
of a bad run for your family lately.

Yeah, I s'pose.
Your father died a while back?

He committed suicide, yeah.

A bit of a shock, I imagine. No, not really. He
was dying anyway; he just chose when and where.

So it wasn't a surprise? Well, it
wasn't pleasant walking into that barn,

but no,...

It wasn't a surprise.

And, um, now your brother.

Well, Lester knew he had a dodgy
ticker. He took it as a challenge.

In what way?

He thought he could laugh in
the face of death. Death won.

Jethro Nyman - is he a relation?
He was - a cousin.

And Manu Collins -
also a cousin, you said.

Sort of.
Sort of?

At my father's will-reading, we learnt that he
had a whole other family over in Riverstone.

Oh. So less of a cousin
and more of a half-brother.

Yeah. You learnt this upon
the reading of the will?

Yeah. Look, what the hell has this got to do
with my brother Lester having a heart attack?

(SCOFFS) Just tell him.
He'll find out anyway.

(SIGHS) This is Mrs McTavish.
She kind of runs the house.

No 'kind of' about it. It's
a will, it's a public document-

if the police wanna find out,
all they have to do is look.

My father's will and the reading
was somewhat of a revelation.

Why all the chairs? For all the people
asked to attend the will-reading.

What, as witnesses?
No.

Bloody typical - I have
to bring in my own bloody chair.

Take a seat, Trevor.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

Madison.

BARRY SAUNDERS: # Been so long since we've
spoken, don't even know what we would say.

# Still I made some promises,

# and I keep 'em anyway.

# Cos somewhere there's a place where
the light keeps shining through.

Come in.

# I've been talking with myself tonight. Still
no word from you, still no word from you. #

There should be one more
person, Magnus Nyman?

You spoken to Dad lately? Haven't spoken
to the old bastard in, I dunno, two years.

He didn't come to Dad's funeral either.
His own brother, and he didn't show.

OK, well, let's proceed without him.

For those who don't know rne, I'm Madison Mathers,
a lawyer with the firm of Emerson, Bogart & Nash.

Karl Nyman has appointed me to be the
executor of his last will and testament.

As part of this will, he stipulated that I assemble
you all here for the reading of said will.

Thank you all for coming.

READ: I, Karl Harold Nyman, being of
sound mind and body do hereby declare...

You don't need to bore them with all the
details, boy. Just get to the bit about Tonto.

The tontine.
Yeah, that thing.

My father, in his will, left
this farm, the bank accounts -

everything - to 10 people, in the
form of what is called a tontine.

Sorry, a what?

I think we all better have
a nice cup of tea. Hmm?

(SIGHS)

(DRAMATIC GUITAR MUSIC)

So, a tontine is named after a bloke by the
name of Lorenzo di Tonti in the 1600s,

as a kind of insurance investment thingy. But the guts
of it - a group of people share something of value.

When one of them dies- The surviving
members divvy up the share between them.

Something like that, yeah. So where
once 1 O people owned the Nyrnan farm,

now there are...

Seven.
Mm.

Or six, depending on the
whereabouts of Magnus Nyman.

OK, so let's say there are seven.
What was once a 10% share is now a...

14.28%.

I'm quite good
at doing maths in my head.

OK, Mr Maths Genius - what does
the remaining person get? 100%?

You are good.
But does that include spouses?

No. The share in a tontine is a 'right of survivorship'
to only those within the original group.

How apt!
But who are all these people?

So...

OK, so we've got the sons,
Lester and Trevor - OK.

And then there's the brother
Magnus and the nephews,

Jethro and Oscar - got that.

But then there's this other family?

We learnt he had kids to this other woman,
over in Riverstone, when he was dying.

Wasted on pills,
he decided to tell us.

First time I ever laid eyes on them was
at the funeral. That added to the fun.

The mother of this second family -
is she still around?

Dead - years ago, like most
of the women in Dad's life.

OK, other family - I got that,
but then there's this half-brother?

From yet another mother, up north.

Did you meet Dion Waters at
your father's funeral too?

Nah, he didn't crawl out of the
woodwork until the will reading.

And he's definitely
your father's son?

Yeah, I got the DNA tests
and everything to prove it.

And Dion's mother?
Going back to that thing about

my Dad and the women
he shacked up with...

She's passed away?

And then...

Trusted family retainer.

And one gets the sense that she
wears the pants around the farm.

Not unusual to reward someone
like that in a will, I'd say.

But then, what the hell did
Reverend Green do to earn it?

That is a good question.

OK, I get that there's motive - millions of dollars
worth of motive if you wind up owning the farm.

And yes, there are some dead
bodies and some missing people.

But we still don't have
any actual murders, do we?

(PHONE RINGS)

Or maybe we do.
(PHONE BEEPS)

Gina.

So with Lester Nyman,
it wasn't a heart attack?

Yes, it was a heart attack - a big one. It basically
exploded. But why his heart exploded is interesting.

Which is?
Caffeine -

Lester Nyman had extreme
levels of caffeine in his blood.

So the guy drank too much coffee?
No, we are talking off the scale.

Also elevated levels of salbutamol.
Asthma medication.

Lester was also asthmatic?

Yes. And he had no sense of taste.

Is that a medical thing?
Taste as in taste,

smell, not bad fashion sense.

Well you could argue
that with the Lycra.

There is nothing
wrong with Lycra on men.

He gets hit on the head as a boy - loses
the sense of smell and taste. It happens.

How is this important?

He drank some kind of energy
drink from this bottle.

So much caffeine, anyone with the sense
of taste - it would be way too bitter.

Because Lester couldn't
taste anything.

He drinks, and the asthma medicine -
salbutamol - opens up the blood vessels,

which allow the caffeine
an easy run straight to his heart.

So he did drink too much caffeine. Way too much
caffeine - well above anything you would expect.

Second point - he not only drank it.
Remember the rash on his bottom?

Well, hard not to. An allergic reaction,
most likely to caffeine, in his shorts.

Sorry?

His padding in his shorts was
soaked in a caffeine solution,

so he's also absorbing through
the skin and up through his bottom.

So much caffeine invading system - tick,
tick, tick, boom! Heart explodes.

So this wasn't an accident?

A caffeine solution must be made and then put
in the shorts - how can that be accident?

I think now we have a homicide.

Q

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

(MUSIC FADES)

Yeah, but how can
we prove number one?

Especially since the murder weapon has been
roasted and eaten with Yorkshire pudding.

Good point.

Sorry. That was a bad joke. No, I
know, but it may not be number one.

We need to look into that.
Another possibility. Yes?

Tammie Nyman, wife of Lester. As I mentioned,
she was odd when I told her of Lester's death.

Are you sure you don't want me
to come in? I'm happy to stay.

No. Um, no, I need to
call people. Thank you.

Right. Again, our condolences.
Mm. Thanks.

(DOOR THUDS)

Talk to her again, and we
will start talking to the rest.

Um, along what lines, exactly?

Let's just call it
loose ends for now.

What loose ends?
Just routine - that's all.

In the case of any unexpected death,
there are always questions, I'm afraid.

Lester's death was unexpected?
Wasn't it?

I've been telling him for bloody years to ease
up. But no, always had to keep on pushing it.

You mean with his medical history.

Yes, with his medical history.

Well, some people deal with mortality
by pretending it doesn't exist.

No, it was more than that with him. He
always had to meet it head on, challenge it.

Survival of the fittest is what his
ruthless father drilled into him.

His father, who committed suicide.
Yeah. Is that irony?

Yeah, I guess it is. So, what are your routine
questions? Or are you already asking them?

The gear Lester was wearing.
His MAMIL outfit? Sorry?

Middle-Aged Man In Lycra.

Right, well, there was a rash, might have
been a reaction to something in his shorts.

A loose end, as I say, in determining the
cause of death. And nothing to do with rne.

I wasn't saying that it was- No, I mean
it was literally nothing to do with me.

All of his cycling gear, from his stinky clothes
to his bloody bike, I never touched any of it.

That was his department.
Right. OK.

Is that all your loose ends?
Not quite.

There were quite high levels of
caffeine in Lester's bloodstream.

That'll be his foul-tasting drink. You'll
need to talk to his cousin about that.

Which cousin? Oscar. Owns High Health in
town. That's where he bought it from.

It's horrendous stuff. But, of course,
Lester had no sense of taste.

(SIGHS) I hope that's the last of your loose ends,
Detective, cos I've got other things I need to do.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Yeah, it hasn't been a stellar
few months for our family.

Starting with your uncle's suicide?
I guess.

But Karl always preached controlling
your own destiny. And then Manu Collins.

I only met him a couple of times. Bit of an
idiot, was my take. And then your brother.

Yeah, well, that was
his own bloody fault.

Jethro liked two things in life - getting
pissed and hooning round on his jet ski;

Not two things that should
go together, in my book.

And now your cousin Lester.

(SIGHS) Lester knew the risks. Every time he came in
here I'd lecture him and he'd just laugh it off -

not one to listen.

So when he and Trev took off that day, it was typical
- he never could back down from a challenge.

You were on the ride that day?
Well, yeah, like even] other Sunday.

You were not one of the riders
spoken to at the top of the hill.

Oh, I don't normally do that climb.
Yeah, too much like hard work.

No, I rode back to my car,
packed up and headed home,

like usual.

Am I one of these loose
ends you're asking about?

No. So, was there anything
unusual about the ride that day'?

You mean apart from Lester dying?
Yeah, apart from that.

Actually, there was. Yeah, before we
left, Lester and that meathead Dion?

They were going at it big time,
and eventually that lawyer woman,

she must have told them
to pull their heads in.

And what? What are you gonna do?
Sort him out! Piss off, mate!

That bloody clown is gonna ruin everything
if we don't get together and stop him.

(CAR ENGINE REVS)

What exactly was it that was gonna be
ruined? Lester's plans for the family farm.

Which were?
Parcel it up, sell it off.

And what did this Dion guy want?
No idea.

He shot past us on
the road that day.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

(CAR ENGINE REVS) Animal! Jesus.

But I haven't seen him round since. No
great loss. Is he one of these loose ends?

Maybe he is.

Thanks very much.

(FOOTSTEPS RETREAT)

(CONTEMPLATIVE GUITAR MUSIC)

(SNORES)

Reverend.
Hmm? Yes. What?

Detective.

Morning. Communing with
a higher power, were we?

In a manner of speaking, I suppose. I had
a terrible night's sleep last night.

Well, it's good to see you back.

I never really left.

But I thought, with our
dealings last time...

No, the church is very accepting these days -
one might go so far as to say progressive.

And also short-staffed.
(SIGHS) How can I help?

Lester Nyman.
He died over the weekend.

Yes, I'm aware of that. Madison Mathers, the lawyer
acting for the estate, contacted rne yesterday.

About the tontine.

It's, um...

It's happening, isn't it?
What is'?

Someone's killing
off the other members.

What makes you think that?
Now, every time Ms Mathers

calls me to sign the new
distribution document...

Three times now.

...I can't help but
wonder if I'll be next.

Hence the sleepless night? Nights. To die for
something you didn't want in the first place -

it plays on the mind.

How did you become
a part of the tontine?

In the last few months of his life,
Karl Nyman started attending services.

He would sit at the
back, making notes.

Then afterwards, he would - I don't think 'interrogate
rne' is too strong a term - about my sermon.

Everything you say is propaganda
for a God that doesn't exist.

I'd like to think I gave people
some semblance of hope.

That when they die they'll go to some
magical kingdom in the sky? Hogwash!

The life you make for yourself here on
Earth is the only one you'll ever have.

I must say, there were some days
when he almost convinced me.

So why did he then leave you
10% of everything he owned?

I wondered that myself,
until I read his letter.

What letter is this?

At the will reading, everyone
received a letter from Karl Nyman.

And what did this letter say? It repeated
things Karl had said to my face -

that I was a snake-oil
salesman for a false God

and he hoped that through the inheritance, I
would come to understand the error of my ways.

How exactly would it do that?

At first I thought it meant that
I would be tormented by guilt

at receiving such an
undeserved bequest.

Then people started dying, and
I realised it was a death threat.

It was Karl Nyman saying I would one day
learn there is no heaven, there is no God.

Oh! Not that Karl Nyman was
ever going to get to meet him.

There's another place
for people like that.

Not a big fan, Mrs Marlowe? Oh, the whole
lot of them - they were never any good.

And the things that went
on on that farm! Such as?

Oh, I couldn't possibly say.

These four walls?
No, I'd rather not say,

but what I will say is that
they both have a very dark streak.

Karl and Magnus. Two peas in
a rotten pod, in my book.

I'd keep as far away from that
mob as possible if I were you.

Thank you for the moral
suppose,Jean. Mm.

(CONTEMPLATIVE GUITAR MUSIC)

(MUSIC FADES)

According to Reverend Greene, Karl Nyrnan didn't
believe in God. I'm not sure that helps anything.

Any luck with Jethro Nyman's wife?

In a manner of speaking.

What?

Kristin?

What is Jools Fahey doing in there?
Well, you may ask.

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

Oh. Detective Sims.

Jools.
(SOBS)

She's not...?
She is. Or was, briefly.

Here you go. Thank you.
I'm sorry about that.

Sometimes I get overwhelmed by it
all. It's been a difficult time.

So, what are these loose ends?
Just a few questions about Jethro.

Seems a bit late - we buried
what was left of him weeks ago.

Your marrying Jethro is obviously...

a recent thing.

Three months. After Mitch died, I swore
I wouldn't get involved with anyone.

I thought, 'That's it. I mean, that is it
- no more sadness, no more heartbreak.'

But there he was in this bar,

young, handsome, passionate -

or so I thought.

In terms of that day, do you remember
anything out of the ordinary?

I wasn't here for most
of it - I was out of town.

Most of it? I left that
morning for some time out.

Time out from?

Him.

And where did you go?

(SIGHS)

I was in Hamilton,
visiting my mother.

When her last husband died... She was
in Hamilton, visiting her mother.

Time for a chat indeed.

Q

I didn't kill him,
if that's what you're thinking.

Not at all.

I didn't need to - he was doing a good
job of that himself, with the drinking.

God, worst mistake of my life.

I admit Jethro was something of a rebound
from Mitch, a bit of a whirlwind romance.

But it turned out he only had two
passions in his life, not three.

'They' being?

His wretched jet ski, surpassed only
by booze - oh, the endless drinking.

And the third should have been...

YD“)?

Yes, but two's company;
three's a crowd.

When was the last
time you saw Jethro?

Breakfast that day.

He was drinking in anticipation
of his lunch meeting in Riverstone.

Meeting about what? Some hush-hush
thing about the farm he inherited.

Not that it was hush-hush
when he had a few in him.

Uh, and this thing was?

They were planning on turning the
farm into this lodge and golf course.

And when you say 'they'?

Jethro and his cousin Lester,
the one who died this weekend.

But Jethro only inherited a tenth
of the farm, not the whole thing.

He and Lester were working on the others to
bring them round and to stick it to Karl Nyman.

That's what the meeting was about. So
this lunch in Riverstone was with Lester?

No idea. He didn't say.

Any idea how the meeting went?

We spoke on the phone in the afternoon, but he
didn't mention it. He was moaning about feeling ill.

I told him to go to the doctor, but the
fool took his stupid jet ski out instead.

The police said he must have run out of petrol when
he was way out at sea, that he had the choice of

waiting there and probably dying of hypothermia
or trying to swim back and probably drowning.

When you say Jethro and Lester
wanted to stick it to Karl Nyman?

Because of the letters telling them how pathetic they
were. Sadly, as you know, I've been here before.

I thought you'd probably want to see it.
You are very thorough, Detective.

(SLIDE GUITAR MUSIC)

Did Jethro explain how his inheritance
involving the farm worked?

The tontine? Oh yes. I knew I wasn't
part of it. I didn't want his money.

As I said, I wanted a fresh
start, but c'est la vie.

You don't want to buy a jet ski, do you? The
coastguard brought it back, and I don't want it.

(SLIDE GUITAR MUSIC)

Yeah. OK.

Thank you.

Well, the rest home in Hamilton confirms
that Jools Fahey was where she said she was.

She really needs to stop
visiting her mother.

Yes. Uh, the coroner's
report for Jethro Nyman.

Cause of death - drowning, although
hypothermia may have been a close second.

Much of this is pretty inconclusive.

Which is what you get when you've been in
the ocean for the best part of a week.

But he was not a well man at the time
of his death, if that makes sense -

he had bleeding in the stomach,
and his liver was completely shot.

Consistent with his reputation for
being an alcoholic stress merchant.

Mm. Karl Nyman - definitely suicide?

Confirmed. He had advanced melanoma.

Several operations later,
and it was a losing battle.

He called his doctor on the morning
and told him he was going to,

'Do what the bloody quacks couldn't manage and
fix this bastard thing once and for all.'

He wrote a note cursing everything and everyone on
this wretched earth and went out to the barn and...

And he did love a good note. This was given
to Jethro Nyman at the will-reading.

Mm. According to Reverend Greene,
everyone got one.

Well, this one says that Jethro...

lived a valueless life as a vain...

arrogant wastrel. Uncle Karl hoped

that this inheritance would teach Jethro once and
for all the value of hard work and discipline.

Does this mean I have to go back and see
Tammie Nyman? She really doesn't likes me.

Afraid so. Any more sightings of the missing
Dion Waters and his missing Beamer?

So, I called his mobile number -
no reply, left a message.

I called his home number in the
city - no reply, left a message.

Half an hour later, I get a call from the drug squad
asking why I'm interested in one Dion Waters.

Turns out he's been on
their radar for a while

and they're very interested in where he's
been disappearing for the last few weeks.

Because?
Well, he has a degree in chemistry,

but he has chosen to use his education
to manufacture and distribute meth.

Oh.

Current score - three dead.

But one definite homicide.

Mm. and two missing in action.

What about Awhina Collins?

Um, yeah, I'm heading over to
Riverstone tomorrow to talk to her.

Good. And I want to read as many of those
letters that we can get our hands on.

Do you think Karl Nyman is doing
this from beyond the grave?

Now, there's a thought.

WHISPERS: Maybe his vengeful
spirit inhabited the bull.

I heard that.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

(MUSIC FADES)

For God's sakes, what is it now? Just one thing,
and then I'll be out of your hair. For now.

What? Karl Nyman's will reading
- was Lester, by any chance,

given a letter from his uncle?
Yes. Why?

Would you happen to have this letter?
Yes. Going back to the why.

I've left the rescue
remedy on the table.

Oh. Detective.

Oscar. Glad to see you're
doing so well, considering.

Thank you. You're very kind.

As I was saying, the letter would
be helpful to our investigation.

Investigation into what, precisely?

All we get when we ask your senior is that
there are 'suspicious circumstances'.

I can't go into details as yet. Will this bloody
letter help get my husband's body released,

so we can have a funeral?
Hopefully, yes. Fine.

Did you also receive
a letter at the will-reading?

Everyone did. I read mine and
chucked it away. Because?

He was a sad old man spewing his vitriol about
what a disappointing waste of space I am

and hoping the inheritance would
finally make a man out of me.

And has it? Are you seriously
asking me that question?

Well, I mean, the farm is quite
a valuable asset to inherit -

it must have changed your
life in some respects.

I don't want anything to do with that
cursed place. You think it's cursed?

My mother died there, and then my father
was cheated out of his share by Karl -

that place has done nothing good for me.
Here. Happy?

(FOOTSTEPS RETREAT)

(SLIDE GUITAR MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

It's the only one
I have of my father.

It was the last time I saw him alive - a necessary
technique in keeping us a secret, I guess. Here.

Thanks. Um, I see you
have a science degree.

Yeah. So? Well, you said you
worked in change management.

The degree was all about getting the old man
off my back. Science was very much his thing.

I thought that farming
was his thing.

Who says the two can't
be one and the same'?

That's how he met my mother - at
a symposium on organic pesticides.

She's a scientist too?
She was. Now she's dead.

Now it's just rne. Now, if you have a point,
please get to it. I have a flight to catch.

I won't hold you up for much longer.
No, you won't,

because there's nothing more I can tell you about
some people I met, for the most part, only once.

For the most part?

Yeah, the jet-ski one.

Jethro Nyman.
Yeah.

He called rne. He told rne he had a scheme about
the farm, something I'd be a fool to miss out on.

He hasn't gotten back to me.

Because he's dead.
Along with Lester and Manu and Dad.

Now, if you don't mind,
I really have to go.

Thanks.

Q

(TAMI NEILSON'S 'SMOKING GUN')

# Skeletons rattle inside...

# dark and dirty closets
'neath the Hollywood sign,

# paid up their ransom in flesh

# to the piper with the
power to destroy or bless.

#Ooh. #

(SULTRY MUSIC FADES)

Can I help you, Detective?
There was no one at the house.

Oh. That's the thing about farming -
there are always things to do.

Any chance of a cup of tea?

I'm sure I can manage that.

It really is a beautiful
piece of land, isn't it?

Who says prisons have to be ugly (?)

Is that what it is to you?

On a bad day.

And today's a bad day?
Been better.

Look, mostly what I mean is this place has
been my whole life, apart from going to uni.

What did you study?
BSc in bioscience. I loved it.

But then it was straight back here to help
out the old man. So much for education, eh?

Why didn't you contest the will?

Surely, you and your brother had rights
to this place that the others didn't.

For starters, Lester walked away from this
farm years ago, broke Dad's so-called heart -

the golden boy turning
his back on destiny.

I think that's what started this whole
tontine nonsense in the first place.

Lester didn't wanna contest it?
He did, but I said no.

Why?
I was advised not to.

By Who?

Someone who knows about that stuff.

Here's some food for you
while you're having your chat.

Thank you. While I have you both,

the letters that were distributed at the reading of
the will - any chance I could have a read of them?

What Karl wrote to me as he was
dying is both private and personal.

You will need a court order and the Armed Offenders
Squad before I let anyone else read it. Right?

Right.

I didn't think it was quite
that important. Trevor?

I didn't get a letter. I thought
everyone did. Yep, everyone but me.

Does that seem odd to you?

No, it speaks volumes about what
my father thought of me. How so?

After all these years of working the farm every
day, running the place single-bloody-handedly,

do you know what he put down
as my occupation in his will?

Unemployed. That is precisely how much my
father rated me. So no, I didn't get a letter.

Thank you for seeing me.
That's quite all right, Detective.

Karl Nyman's will.
Yes. How can I help?

Why didn't the Nyrnan brothers contest it? It
seems to me they would have had a good case.

You should ask them that.
One of them's dead.

Forgive me. You should ask Trevor that.
I'm asking you, as the executor.

And as executor, I worked
on behalf of Karl Nyman -

it would be improper for me to give any
legal advice to any of the beneficiaries.

Well, actually, Trevor said he took advice.
Interesting. Did he say who from?

No. Well, then I guess
the idea was rejected.

On what grounds, do you think?
Like I said, I wouldn't know.

I see. Hypothetically, if he had asked you, would
you have thought there were grounds to challenge?

Off the record? From what I know, I would
say yes, but he didn't approach me.

I see. I'm sorry, but it seems
I can't help you after all.

No, it all helps.

When Karl Nyman asked you to be
executor, was the tontine his idea?

More or less. I mean, he came to rne with a
concept of how he wanted to share his estate,

and I recognised it in legal terms as
something resembling the notion of a tontine.

I helped him structure
it that way. He seemed satisfied.

Something a bit different
from your usual will.

Lets just say it was more
interesting than your typical

sale-and-purchase agreement on
a three-bedroom brick and tile.

I bet.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)

When he set up the tontine, it's like
he knew that the inevitable outcome

was that they would start knocking
each other off to get to the prize.

That is so dark. These letters,
each one of them, is a challenge -

if you want the farm, earn
it. Do whatever it takes.

Well, that means, logically,
there could be more than one killer.

It could.
OK. Potential poisoners -

Oscar Nyman; again, we know
that he was on the bike ride,

and he's the one that sold
Lester the energy drink stuff.

He could've switched
the drink bottles -

Oscar Nyman, who, I'm pretty sure,
is getting it on with Lester's wife.

Which is why he left the bike ride.

Yeah, for a little
afternoon delight.

Double motive.

Also, Awhina Collins has a BSc.

As does Trevor Nyman.

As does the missing Dion Waters.
And where the hell is Magnus?

Indeed.

We could just let it all play out,
arrest the last one standing?

OK, I meant... That's one of those things I meant
to say in my head and didn't mean to say out loud.

Keep up the good work, Breen (!)

Ah. Here for a singalong, Detective? Ah, perhaps later.
I need you to tell rne about the Nyman brothers.

What makes you think I know anything
about those two reprobates?

Well, you know that rnuch about them for starters;
and I suspect, as always, you know a good deal more.

Well, in the day, there was talk about
all manner of parties at the farm.

Not that Rufus and I ever went,
you understand. Of course.

The men would drink and play cards, and the women would
dance and drink, and then later, they would pair up.

Pair up?
Well, it was the '70s -

Car keys in the fruit bowl, that sort of
carry on. And then there were the drugs.

Really? Karl would grow all sorts
of things around the house,

and then experiment with them.

Marijuana?
CHUCKLES: Oh! Child's play.

He gave my friend Tilly Mathers
datura cigarettes to cure her asthma,

which it did, but she
went blind for three days.

Tilly Mathers, related to
Madison Mathers? Mother.

Oh, she was never the same after
that - lost her sense of humour.

Sounds like Karl was
a bit of a hippy in his day.

Oh, Karl changed when Mary died.

And Maw was his wife?

Yeah, she died in childbirth -
complications with young Trevor.

What happened between him and his brother Magnus?
They used to run the farm together, right?

Oh, that all fell apart with Anna.
Anna?

Yeah, Magnus's wife. She was drowned in a
pond on the farm during one of the parties,

leaving behind the two little
ones - Oscar and Jethro.

And Karl took over the farm. Which was
odd, because Magnus was the actual farmer.

Any idea where Magnus is now?

I heard he was killing for a living.

Reverend Greene. I should specify
- killing as in hunting.

I see. The brothers, knowing they couldn't
bear to be in each other's presence,

settled the matter of the
farm over a game of cards.

And presumably, Karl won'?
By cheating - so I've heard.

And Magnus vowed that one day,
the farm would be his again.

Wherever he is. Well, he won't have
to go through rne to claim it -

I've just signed the paperwork
relinquishing my share of the property.

That's quite a fortune you're
bravely running away from.

I'm relatively happy with
my lot as it is, thank you.

A bunch of reprobates -
as I said. (PLAYS HYMN)

(CLEARS THROAT) I'll take my leave.

Well, I hope for Reverend Greene's sake
that the offender is checking his messages.

Or, sensing the noose closing, the
reverend's trying to throw us off the scent?

The noose is closing, is it'?

Slowly, maybe.

Lester's funeral was set for tomorrow -
with Reverend Greene presiding, by the way.

That could be interesting -
everyone in the same room again.

Some idiot's just taken out
the town sign. (CHUCKLES)

COMMS: Any units available? Repeating, black
BMW versus road sign on Riverstone Rd.

Black BMW?

CIB to Comms.
Do you have a rego on the Beamer'?

COMMS: Affirmative.
Hotel, Echo, Yankee, 498.

Copy that. I've got this.

(BRAKES SQUEAK)

Detective.
Hey, Chris.

Lights out, I'm afraid.

Thanks.

Boss. Yeah, it was Dion Waters.
Another one down, I'm afraid.

(SLIDE GUITAR MUSIC)

I did what I do with anyone renting
the place - I met Mr Waters,

gave him the usual spiel about what to do and what
not to do, gave him the key and left them to it.

Them? Him and the lawyer from
town who arranged everything.

Madison Mathers? Yes, that's it.
And when was this?

The middle of last week -
Wednesday, I think.

How long did Mr Waters pay for?
He pre-paid for a month.

That's a bit unusual isn't
it, for a place like this?

Said he had work here and didn't
know how long it would take.

It's the off season,
so any bookings a good one.

I'm sure it is. It's a home-and-income
setup, all above board.

Of course.
I pay tax.

We're not interested
in your tax status, Diane.

Not that I want to. I mean-
Thanks for your help.

(SLIDE GUITAR MUSIC)

Well, it's not your usual
holiday getaway, is it?

Q

Look, I greet the guests;
I tidy up after them -

what they do while they're here is nothing
to do with rne. I want that on the record.

Of course.
Is it on the record?

Very much. Thanks, Diane.
You've been a big help.

It really needs to be on the record. We'll
be in touch if we need anything else.

There's enough meth in
there to speed up time.

He is so full of toxins, he has to be
decontaminated before I can get stuck in.

Right. That explains this.

A little trick I've learned working as
an intern on the outskirts of Chernobyl.

The toxins being meth? And much more.
Exactly what, toxicology will confirm.

And this was strapped
to his abdomen.

I'm thinking taking it out
of the bag is a bad idea.

Mm. There are so many things in
there that could kill you - so many.

I'll take that as a yes.
Can you read this?

Something about wasting your talent,

living in a void of your own making, getting
out of the void or live there forever.

Same theme as the others - take what you
want, earn it, before someone else does.

Kill or be killed.
Or kill yourself in the process.

How can I help you, detective? The
bach that you rented for Dion Waters.

The one he turned into some kind of
drug lab. You know about this already?

I've had the owner on the
phone. She wasn't happy.

I bet. But you arranged it,
according to their records.

Well, I didn't know he was gonna start cooking
meth there, did I? I'll take your word for it.

I was doing Trevor Nyman a favour. I felt
sorry for him. That's very nice of you.

After the will-reading, Manu Collins and Dion Waters
decided that, seeing they were equal owners of the farm,

that gave them the right to stay.

Manu, as we know, didn't stay long, but
Dion was showing no signs of leaving.

He was also showing the signs you'd expect
from someone with a serious drug problem.

So you stepped in.

Trevor was grateful, and Dion was
happy enough - for obvious reasons.

It gave him a place to set
up his operation. Clearly.

Which you paid for.

Don't mistake me for
a saint, detective.

As executor of the estate, I am
entitled to draw reasonable expenses.

I solved a problem -
I will be reimbursed.

Of course. So middle of last week,

you solved the Dion problem, but he doesn't
go quietly into the night, does he?

Dion had some interesting ideas about
what to do with the Nyman farm.

So Lester Nyman asked for
a meeting before his bike ride.

Come on! Let's go!

There's no way that you or your P-junkie
buddies are gonna sort out a rave up here!

And what? What are you gonna do?!
Sort him out! Piss off!

It was not received well by Mr Waters, then
everyone went their own way - end of story.

Well, for Lester and Dion, it was.

Sorry - are we about done here? I do have
other things to attend to. Of course.

Witnesses say Dion Waters hit the
Brokenwood sign at an estimated 20 km/h.

Swerved off the road,
died at the wheel.

Initial autopsy reports suggest he suffered multiple
organ failure including liver, kidney, spleen.

Consistent with a number of poisons. Including
ricin, which was found in both its natural form...

...the humble castor bean... ...and in a more
processed form... ...basically by grinding it up...

...amongst the many other poisonous
items in Dion Waters' lab.

Death cap mushroom, datura,
deadly nightshade, hemlock.

Basically, if it's poisonous and it grows
in New Zealand, it was in that room.

As well as a container
of caffeine powder.

Don't you two have
a funeral to attend?

Aren't you coming too?

You take this one.

Sure. Yeah, we'll...

(PLAYS HYMN)

(HYMN CONTINUES)

(TAMI NEILSON'S 'DEVIL IN A DRESS')

# White smoke
curling from her lips,

# ruby red cherry on her fingertips,

# tight-skirt wiggle when she walks,

# curses like a sailor
every time she talks -

# she's a devil or an angel sweet,

# heart of innocence or villainy

# one-dimensional fantasy

# here to curse or bless;

# a damsel in distress

# or just a devil in a dress. #

Are you lost, detective?

I was hoping to have
a word with Trevor.

He's at his brother's funeral,
as I'm sure you know.

Right. Is that today?

You're not there yourself? The next
funeral I attend will be my own,

and I'm not planning on that happening
for some time to come. I bet.

So, uh, what happened here?

There was a building,
and it burnt down.

When was this?
The other night.

Do you have any papers that says you're
allowed to be standing on my land?

You think of it as your land?

I've lived here most of
my life - yeah, my land.

And you're a member of the tontine.
20%, I believe, as of now.

You know someone is killing off the
beneficiaries of the will, right'?

Let them tn].

Fair enough. Can I escort you
back to your vehicle, detective?

(TENSE MUSIC)

Oh, I was just checking to see
there wasn't a round up the spout.

I'd hate to accidentally shoot
you in the back, detective.

Not as much as I would hate to be shot.
What was that building that burnt down?

Oh, been there for years and
years - son of a work room.

What sort of work?

Ifs a farm - farm work.

Look, I've never been what you might call a big fan
of the police, so I am not doing your work for you.

What if it stops more people dying'?

Given the quality of the deceased, are you sure
whoever it is isn't doing the planet a favour?

I just don't want you
to be next, Mrs McTavish.

I take it from that
you don't think I'm the killer.

ALL: # Nor shall my sword

# sleep in my hand

# till we have built

# Jerusalem

# in England's green

# and pleasant land. #

(FINAL ORGAN CHORD PLAYS)

I would like to invite Lester's
brother Trevor to say a few words.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(SIGHS) Sorry, brother.

You were wrong. (SNIFFLES) When we were kids,
Lester said to me that he was gonna live forever,

that he thought if he believed it enough, he could
make it true. And that was kind of how he lived his...

(DRAMATIC GUITAR MUSIC)

(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

Q

(SNIFFS)
Good of you to turn up, Dad (!)

I've been busy.

Jethro - he died too.

Were you too busy for his funeral?

Did you miss me ('2)
Your own son,

and you didn't even show.
Stop whining.

Called it.
You old bastard!

(CHUCKLES) (GROWLS,
GRUNTS) (THUD!)

Please! (GRUNTS) This
is a house of God!

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GRUNTS)

There's one thing
I don't understand.

Just the one?

Why would Karl send letters from beyond the
grave to everyone except his son Trevor?

Who said he didn't get a letter'?

He did.

Maybe his father didn't
need to send him one.

Maybe he didn't. Or maybe I was
mistaken when I saw the lawyer

hand Trevor a letter in the
house there after the reading.

(SLIDE GUITAR MUSIC)

Why would he tell me
he didn't get one?

Pity he isn't here to answer that.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(swans)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Good funeral? Any more
bodies to add to the tally?

No, but we do have
Magnus Nyman in custody.

For what?

Yeah, piss off, you old bastard!

Oi! Prick!

It's not gonna happen, Mr Nyman.

Is he sober enough
for me to talk to him?

You should probably take
a look at his ute first.

(LID RATTLES)

I think the Nyman family motto
is - if it moves, kill it.

Magnus says the last time he
saw anyone was Karl's funeral,

Claims he went bush after that
and he's been there ever since.

Can anyone vouch for this? 'Drunk bastards in
the occasional pubs' were his exact words.

(DOOR CREAKS, SHUTS)

You all right there, Mr Nyman?
I'm resting my eyes.

Good for you. I'm Detective Shepherd. Do
you mind if I ask you a few questions?

I can't guarantee the answers.

Fair enough. You say you went
bush after your brother's funeral.

I felt the need.

You were out there a fair old time.

If you know how,
the land will provide.

I'm sure. You were a bit of
a hippy back in the day, I believe.

You confuse me with my brother.

Do I? Common mistake. He was the
one that was into all that stuff -

I just kept my head down
and got on with things.

Farming. He was the idealist,
and I was the realist.

I've never heard Karl
described as an idealist.

The thing about ideals, detective, is the longer
you hold them, the more they become twisted.

At the will reading, there were some
letters from Karl. Did you get one?

He did like to inflict
his world view on others.

Apparently, the lawyer's got some stuff for
rne to sign, so it's probably on her desk.

Are you familiar with
the nature of a tontine?

Yes. And now you're thinking I'm
the one knocking off everyone else.

Is that what's happening?

I am a drunk, detective -
I am not stupid.

Karl killed to get the farm, so whoever wants it
after him should do the same - makes sense to rne.

Sorry - he killed to get the farm?

He drove my wife to her death - kept feeding her
drugs to mess up her head, pushed her over the edge.

It may not have been murder,
but it was near as damn it.

That's why you walked off.

You heard he won it in a card game?

I did.
He was a cheating bastard.

Are we done here, detective?
I've got a bender to get back to.

OK, but I think we'll keep
hold of your ute for now.

Whatever you like -
the pub's within walking distance.

And once you're
finished your bender?

There's a few people I want to catch
up with - for old time's sake.

(DOOR CLICKS)

As requested, the phone records for everyone in the
tontine since the will-reading. Treat yourself.

Ta.

# Things went and got tricky then.

# You couldn't seem
to let me in... #

Just me.
Jared.

Yeah, I got this cracker little
Central Otago Pinot Noir.

Boutique winery, they're doing crazy
things with oak barrels and kawa-kawa.

I'd be mad to say no. Well I'll do
the honours, then, eh? You do that.

(GLASSES CLINK)

You doing one of
those sudoku things?

In a manner of speaking, I guess I am.
Part of an investigation, eh?

Yes.

Yeah, that makes sense. I always thought you
were a cryptic-crossword kind of guy. (CHUCKLES)

Ooh.

Mmm.

Do you know the Nyman farm? Did someone
off crazy Karl? No, he offed himself.

But it just looked like suicide, when actually it
was the son who he fell out with, the intense one?

Yeah, what's his name? Lester. I always thought
Lester was on the dodgy side of Dodgeville.

No, it was actual suicide,
and Lester's dead.

Oh. OK, have you talked to
his loser of a cousin Jethro?

He'd definitely fit
in your murder profile.

Jethro is also dead.

Man. I can see why you're
burning the midnights. Mm.

You seem to know
a lot about the Nymans.

Me?

Nah. Or maybe there was a time when I was young, some
people I knew - not me; just some people I know -

they would go up there and pick magic mushrooms.
Is that crazy lady with the gun still up there?

Mrs McTavish?
Uh, yes, Jared, she is.

Not that I ever met her.

Mm. (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS) Jared,
can I ask you a question?

Yeah, fire away, Mike.

Where the hell have you
been for the last year?

That's a bit of
a long stow, that one.

(TYPES)

Don't bother. The bull acted alone. Death by
misadventure - it's the only explanation that fits.

Did you get that stuff I asked for'? Yes. Hey,
had you had a few last night when you called?

Only a couple - of a fine Pinot
courtesy of Jared Morehu.

Jared? Oh yeah.
What's he been up to?

Walking... a lot.

Yeah. You remember
I was in the coma, right?

I do. And then I came out and went
to live with my whanau to recover?

Last time I saw you.
Yeah. Well,

they were doing my head in, so I
decided to walk the Te Araroa Trail.

The one that runs the entire length of
the country? Yeah, yeah - that one.

OK. That is a lot of walking. So does this mean
that we're investigating another homicide now?

No, it means we're
investigating another motive.

Well, I thought we had plenty of motive.
You can never have too much motive.

OK. So ifs like
a Pinot, then, is it?

And? Yes, I drove to
Riverstone last night,

and yes, I found the right
restaurant, and yes,

there was a staff member there
who lD'd both the photos.

Both photos?
Both photos.

Though they primarily remember him, because
he was, in their words, 'a colossal arse'.

Brilliant.
Time for a wee drive, I think.

(CAR ENGINE REVS)

Sorry it was a bit late
when I called last night.

Were you a bit squiffy?
Squiffy?

Three sheets to the wind.
You sounded very jolly.

When things fall into place, it
puts me in a good mood - that's all.

Yeah, a few wines does that to rne too. But I
have to sleep with one eye open these days.

No surprise. Make the call.
Mm-hm.

Detective. Morning, Trevor.
Has something happened?

Maybe. I need your help.

How?
Do you mind if we walk and talk?

I always think better when
I walk and talk. Yep.

See, the thing is, Trevor, sometimes I'm a bit slow.
I mean, the answer can be staring me in the face,

and I just can't see it. That's why it
took me ages to figure this one out.

OK. It's only when I realised that
the answer was in the question that,

well, things started to make sense. That's
when I started doing this. (CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, the numbers one to 10 round the edge -
that's you lot, the members of the tontine.

And the numbers in the squares are
who could possibly have killed who.

Like a sudoku kind of thing?

Apparently, though not my thing. Anyway, I
started with the first murder - Manu Collins.

Oh, that wasn't murder.
I told you - he ran at that bull.

Yeah. Oh, don't worry - I know that now. That's
why I drew a wee bull's head in the square. See?

It's my first emoji. But I still think the bull's
important; I just haven't figured out how yet.

I OK, so what's with the red line? I?

That's those of you still left, in nothing but
numerical order. For instance, you could be next.

Well, I'm not saying you will be - just for argument's
sake, let's say you are. So could Lester kill you?

Well, no, he's already dead.
Ah. As is Jethro, Manu and Dion.

Whereas Oscar here could kill you.

What, you think it might be Oscar?

Well, I'm not saying he would - just
that he could, according to my graph.

OK. Yeah, I get it.
This is quite clever.

Thanks.

But it turns out that my little sudoku thing
here wasn't as easy as I thought, you know,

because with everyone being poisoned, the
time of death and the actual murder -

when the poison was administered -
are two different events.

But Jethro drowned. Well, yes, he did, which
was a stroke of luck for the offenders -

his plight washed away the evidence literally. But
he was most definitely poisoned, as was Lester.

Jesus. It was Dion, then?
I mean, you found his lab, right?

We certainly did find his lab.

We did indeed find everything we could possibly
need to pin the murders on Dion Waters

in the pop-up lab.
But you know what we didn't find?

No.
Yeah, fingerprints...

on the equipment. They were wiped clean -
every beaker, every piece of glassware.

His fingerprints were everywhere
else - just not on the lab gear.

Yeah, well, if he was making poisons,
he would have been wearing gloves.

That would be the
logical explanation.

Dion was staying here, right?

Until I asked Ms Mathers
to find him someplace else, yes.

And he was here all the time up until then?
He'd come and go.

Do you know where he
went when he was gone?

No. He was up in the city, under
surveillance by the drug squad.

According to their records, he was
there the day Jethro was poisoned.

What, you know when that was?
Yes.

I thought you said it was hard to figure that
stuff out - you know, when someone was poisoned.

Trevor, even though it appears that all roads
lead to Dion, they don't. When did this happen?

Uh, three or so nights ago.

And what was this place?
Just a storage shed.

So, what caused the fire?
An electrical fault, I'd say.

Did you call the fire service?
By the time I discovered it,

the time it would have taken them
to get here, there was no point.

A fact of farming life.

Look, detective, if all these roads and your
little graph there - if they don't lead to Dion,

then who do they lead to?

Well, mainly, they lead to Magnus.

Yeah, yeah, I can see that.

But I think if Magnus Nyman was killing
people, it would be a bit more brutal.

So you are next on my list.

Whoa. I don't know
what to say to that.

How about, 'l didn't do it'?
Well, yeah, of course.

Or, 'I did do it'. Either way, Trevor, I
don't think at heart you're a murderer.

I don't think you've got the strength it takes to
take another human life - well, not face to face.

That's when I realised that this was,
well, not exactly a waste of time,

but it was leading
me up the wrong path.

If you're not hereto arrest me,
why are you here, detective?

I want you to come down to the station, answer a
couple of questions, get your story on record.

You don't have to do that.
You don't have to go with him.

All I want is a statement on the record. You can
sit in. In fact, you should, as his lawyer.

I'm not his lawyer. Well, that's
not entirely true, is it?

Trevor doesn't have
to say a word to you.

But I think he wants
to. Don't you, Trevor?

A statement, that's all?

Just for the record.
I strongly advise against this.

Just for the record.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Q

Did you see Jethro
much after the will reading?

Not at all.

Didn't he have plans
to sell the farm?

Lester and him concocted that - I
only ever talked to Lester about it.

So you were against these plans?

Yeah.
It must have been quite a shock -

you get to the top of the hill
and see your dead brother.

Yeah, it was. But you were aware
he had a heart condition?

Of course - everyone was. Everyone told
him to take it easy, but he never did.

There was a meeting before the ride in the
cafe car park. You were both there, right?

I was.
Yeah.

And that was to sort
the Dion problem?

Yeah.
Who called the meeting?

Well, I think it was Lester.

He called you?
I guess - I can't remember.

The night before, phone records show you
called Lester, not the other way round.

Tammie Nyman also confirmed you
called to set up the meeting.

OK, it was me.

I called Lester, and Dion came up, and I
said we should have a meeting about it ASAP.

Hmm.

Seems fair enough. So...

who called you, Madison?

Again, phone records show no communication
between yourself and Trevor or Lester,

but you did call Dion
on his mobile phone.

You accessed my phone records?
Yes.

You didn't need to call Trevor, because
you were with Trevor that night.

Yes, I was.
So you two are in a relationship?

Yes, we are. And how long's that
been going on? Relatively recently.

Since after the will-reading? Yes. So? What
the hell's this got to do with anything?

Well, seeing as we have witnesses identifying
you as the woman Jethro Nyman was dining with

the day he started feeling ill,
I would say quite a lot.

What the hell is wrong
with my hillbilly family,

they can't see a great deal when
it slaps them in the face, you know?

Get me another drink
while you're at it.

I need a slash.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

OK, that is a completely
preposterous suggestion.

But you did meet with him?
Yes, I did meet with Jethro Nyman.

And yes, I arranged the meeting, because
there was tontine paperwork to be signed.

And you were with Dion Waters
the night before he died, right?

You certainly called him that day.

I'm the executor of the estate - of
course I phone the people involved.

We have a witness that saw you
leaving the farm that evening.

Don't muck around. OK. OK, don't.
Just do it.

Consider it done.
Right. Good.

So?
So we have a witness who,

later that night, saw Trevor
load lab equipment into a ute.

A witness who claims they saw him. Oh, I think
you'll find our witness is very reliable.

This, just to be clear,

is the night the shed burnt down and the night
before the lab was discovered in Dion's digs.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

If Helen McTavish is your witness, then she is certainly
not reliable - she stands to gain from the tontine.

This interview is over.
Come on, Trevor.

No, I think Trevor's got a few
things he wants to get off his chest

Get up and walk out of here.

Trevor, they have nothing.

Nah. (SIGHS)

It's over.

Don't you dare. It's done, Madison.
Can't you see that?

WHISPERS: For God's sake, grow a spine. He's trying
to get in your head, and you're letting him?

Well, why not? Everyone else is in there - you, him.
I just wanna do the right thing by me for once.

Detective Sims,

please escort Ms Mathers from the room and take
her statement if she has anything further to add.

Come with me, please.

WHISPERS: I thought you
were stronger than this.

(SLIDE GUITAR MUSIC)

Would you like to consult
a lawyer before we start?

Don't be ridiculous.

Trevor, if you wish to consult
with a new lawyer, we can wait.

I just wanna get it over with.

You do understand everything you
say is admissible as evidence?

I understand.

What did your letter say?

I know you got one. What did your
father say to you, Trevor? (SIGHS-HS)

I need you to tell me.

There's maggots in the meat.

Where the hell did all
these people come from?

Your father has a very
peculiar sense of humour.

This is his idea of a joke?

I Read this. Then you'll understand. I.

Have you read it'?
I have.

I've read them all.

Between you and me,
you've been cheated.

Read. And then we'll talk.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

ECHOES: How angry are you, son? Deep down,
where it matters, how angry are you?

(SIGHS) Stuff about the dream being buggered and
waiting until he died, and all this was mine.

Or at least that was the plan, but now that was
over, because there's maggots in the meat.

ECHOES: There's maggots in the meat and blowflies
buzzing. Look at them, the fruit of the family loins -

stupid, vain, arrogant, unworthy. If they
were wiped off the face of the planet,

it'd be like skimming
pond scum off the gene pool.

ECHOES: You waited for death to do me in; now
make death your friend and work for it -

work for what's rightfully yours.

My father had a dim view on just about everything,
so it wasn't exactly out of character.

When did Madison get involved?

A few days later. She came over.

You know that the other letters
were variations on a theme, right?

Sorry? Well not all of them, but most
of them boiled down to the same thing -

if you want the whole shooting
match, you know what you have to do.

Well, should we go to
the police about this?

(CHUCKLES) And say what? I mean, it's
not like anyone's died yet, have they?

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)

But it was after the kid died
that the idea started to take hold.

Manu Collins. She thought
I'd somehow engineered it.

And had you? Kill someone with a bull?
Don't be an idiot.

But that didn't matter to Madison. To
her, it just proved it could be done.

And then there were nine.

This had nothing to do with me.

Does it matter? No one's
exactly mourning his death.

Well, his sister probably is.
Not in the slightest.

You know who I actually feel sorry
for in this whole situation'? You.

This place should rightfully be yours.
Your brother walked away, so screw him.

You stayed true -
you should be rewarded.

Do you disagree with me?

Exactly.

You got anything to drink?

One thing led to another.

How did you decide on
Jethro as your first?

He was the loudest, the most
annoying, the most dangerous.

This is going to happen, Trev! OK, one way
or another, I will get the others onside,

so get your head out of the sand and get
on board! What are you waiting for?

So you decided to poison him.

She made it sound so easy.

Jethro's death is waiting to happen.
If he dropped dead one day,

no one would suspect anything other than
he drank himself into an early grave.

And I know there are things in your lab that
won't be traced, and I know you know what to do.

(SMOOCHES)

And if it's actually slipping him the stuff
that's the problem, you can leave that to me.

So you manufactured the poison?
Yeah.

In your lab on the property,
which you later torched.

And what did you concoct for Jethro?

A powder derived from
the death cap mushroom.

It was meant to take longer for him to die, so
we could distance ourselves from the event,

but the state of his liver
accelerated things.

And it was Madison who
administered the poison? Yeah.

I need a slash.

It was like you said,
when she had lunch with him.

Madison Mathers doesn't stand to benefit financially
from the tontine, it being a joint tenancy.

So?

So why was she doing all of this?

Q

You still have absolutely
nothing to say?

You know in the other room, Trevor is telling
my colleagues the whole story, don't you?

Trevor can tell whatever
stow he likes.

You dined with Jethro Nyman
the day he was poisoned.

Circumstantial. Well, that's
not how Trevor describes it.

Well, if he's guilty of something,
perhaps he's too weak to own it.

Was it love, you're in love
with Trevor and he made you do it?

What? I don't believe in love. And
I don't do the bidding of others.

And then there was Lester. Why him?

Because he wouldn't leave the idea of selling
the farm alone. He had people lined up.

He was getting the others on board.
And you didn't wanna get on?

That place is my life. Why should the one
who walked away decide what happens to it?

Of course, this time,
she couldn't do the deed, could she?

Not once we'd decided on
the caffeine solution.

I was the only one that could spike his
drink, while we were getting ready.

That clown is a bloody menace.

Mm-hm. You agree? Yep.

Putting it in his shorts was a bit of
overkill, though, wasn't it? Excuse the pun.

Yeah, well, that wasn't quite meant to go like that.
Turns out I'm not very good at this poisoning lark.

You're the one with him on your bloody
couch - you need to tell him- Shit!

...tell him to take his stupid ideas and his drugs and
go back to where he came from. You got that, mate?

Mm-hm.

I said, have you got that, mate?

What?

Sorry, mate - I was trying to refill my
drink bottle, and I dropped it in your bag.

It went all through your stuff.

Jeez, Trevor.

Ya egg-
Sorry-

Come on.

The wet undercarriage isn't actually too bad.
We might be on to something here. Come on.

While we were riding, there was part of
me that was hoping that it wouldn't work.

Is that all you got, mate?
(BOTH CHUCKLE)

That he'd just push on
through like he always did.

But that didn't happen, did it?

No. You watched your own
brother die in front of you.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Lester!

Mike?

And then we come to Dion.
After Lester, I wanted to stop.

But Dion was proving
impossible to control.

Was it her idea to both
kill and frame Dion'?

No, that was me.

I wanted it to be over.

So, what, while Madison was wining and
dining and poisoning Dion at her place,

you were shifting the lab equipment to the
nice, secluded place she'd found for him?

We needed to keep him out of the bach for
the whole night so the ricin would kick in.

Ricin. isn't that
some kind of nerve gas'?

Maybe in fiction. In life, all you need
to do is grind up some castor oil beans.

It is remarkably
easy to manufacture.

You say he needed to
be kept out all night.

So I could set up the lab and he didn't
have time to find it and destroy it.

How did Ms Mathers
keep him out all night?

She didn't say.

So was it an intellectual thing, to see if you
could get away with it? Get away with what?

Or was it because you enjoyed the thrill
of getting away with it last time?

What last time?

Your mother.

My mother died of
a rare bone disease.

(TENSE MUSIC)

She was ill for a very long time.

I am aware of that - I did look
after her every bloody day.

Every bloody day, for all of those years,
until the one day she decided to top herself.

As I told the police at the time, I was
unaware that she'd been hoarding pills.

Mrn. There was no evidence to suggest otherwise.
Karl Nyman once poisoned your mother with datura.

Was it revenge for that?

She was never the same after that.

But she once told me - amidst all her
suffering - it was the best time of her life.

Going blind for three days'?
Enlightening, she said.

Am I gonna be charged
with my mother's murder now?

Well, it's more a question of how
much value you place on a human life.

Spare me your moral judgement, please.
Did you end your mother's life?

No. But I wish I had.

I wish I had the strength to end
her suffering. And your own?

Perhaps. So you acted out that
frustration with Trevor instead.

Nice try. I mean, after all,
you talked about marriage.

Trevor told you that? And although
a tontine is a joint tenancy,

if only one member is left -
and let's say that that's Trevor-

if you were married to him and he should accidentally
die, then the farm has nowhere to go but to you.

Do you see where
I'm going with this?

And like I said...

nice try.

Trevor, you will be charged in relation to the deaths
of Jethro Nyman, Lester Nyman and Dion Waters.

I just want it to be over.

It's only a piece of land, Trevor. You
took three lives over a piece of land.

It's my home.

Not for much longer.

Trevor, you must have realised that Mrs
McTavish sees and hears everything,

and yet you carried on
as if she didn't exist.

Madison wanted to kill her,
but I said it'd be too suspicious.

Helen.

With everything that's going on with the farm
and the will and everything, I just... well,

I wanted you to know
that you'll be OK.

I'm not next, then?

Whatever happens, there'll always be a place
for you here for as long as you want it.

I know.

I'll be just fine.

You got played,
Trevor, by your old man.

At the end of the day, you did
exactly what he told you to do.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Well, Madison Mathers is
still denying everything.

She's a lawyer - she'll be figuring a way
to leave Trevor holding the smoking gun.

You were right about the bull -
taking out Manu Collins lit the fuse.

Happy families, eh (?)

What do you reckon
will happen to the farm?

It'll find a way to survive -

land always does.

# It's been a whirlwind,
that I'll admit.

# We fell into each other,

# fell fast in the rip,

# dragging each other deeper
before we'd learn to swim.

# There was no relent, my dear,
as we pulled each other in.

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

# So don't you leave me at
the first sign of trouble.

Welcome home, my love.

# Don't you let me drown. #

(CHUCKLES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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