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Acorn TV isn't just good.

Drum roll, please.

It's brilliant.

I was thinking the same.

Our romances are more charming.

I still got it.

Our mysteries cozier.

Time to do a little snooping.

Our noirs more gripping.

This has spoiled my tranquility.

And our comedies cleverer.

More clever?
You get it.

In a nutshell.

Brilliant. - Brilliant.
- Brilliant.

Any further questions?

What's up, Frodosaurus?

Perfect day, Toddoceratops.

Morning, boys.
Hey, Trudy.

Same to you, Mrs. Baker.
Great turnout.

In my heart, I always knew that

Brokenwood was bigger
than a small town.

Well, big as a dinosaur, even.

Yeah.
Although some of them

were actually quite small,
like Polacanthus,

no bigger than a turkey...

Regardless, it is indeed
the beginning of a new era.

Even Trudy is on board
with it all, sis?

Don't worry.
She's excited.

How can you tell?

Good morning, Maggie.

How would you be
on this auspicious occasion?

I'm good.
Good, thank you, Doug.

Got a little something for you.

It's you.

Wondering what the smell was.

Is that your idea of banter?

I'll banter you if you
don't watch it.

Come on, you two.

You're a fool.

Good morning, everyone.

Great to see so many of you here
on this special day.

Lucky for us,
the weather gods have smiled

and last night's storm
has moved on.

I'm taking that as a good omen.

As mayor,
I am incredibly excited

to formally announce
that Brokenwood is poised

to become the dinosaur capital
of New Zealand.

And all because
of one remarkable woman,

homegrown paleontologist
extraordinaire,

our very own Maggie Sturridge.

Yeah.

After years of toiling

in the foothills
of the Brokenwood Ranges,

Maggie has found
the unmistakable outline

of a bone from...
and I have it written down...

Titanosaurid.

Yes. Thank you, Todd.
What he said.

One of the big ones, anyway.

Um, yes.

Now, Maggie's find will be
officially authenticated today

by an international expert.
And to commemorate this,

well, Maggie, would you like
to do the honors?

Thanks, Doug.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you...

Brokenwoodosaurus.

Okay. Thank you.

Thanks, folks.

And as many of you will know,

I've recently refurbished
the old sawmill,

now aptly named
The Dinosaur and Panther.

So please join us
for a complimentary drink

to help celebrate
this aspirational day.

Had I known Ray was going
to offer everyone free drinks...

I mean, what's the point
in even rebranding?

Raptorlicious.

Yeah, I wanted that
cozy feeling.

Raptors were these
real cute pet-sized dinosaurs.

That also wounded
and disemboweled other dinosaurs

with their six-inch claws.

Did they?
But I won't tell my clients

that when I bring them by
for a coffee

after they experience
my Todd Taylor Dino Tour.

There's only one fossil.

Going to be a pretty quick tour.

Hey, where there's one,

there's got to be
tons of others, right?

That guy's keen, swimming
at this time of the year.

Yeah, bet it's freezing.

He is swimming?

Nah, if he was swimming,
he'd be waving his arms around.

He's just floating.

Because...

Bloody hell.

Any chance he's still alive.

I don't think so.

What do we know?
- Well, not much unfortunately.

Male, Caucasian,
probably late 40s.

Todd and Frodo pulled him from
the stream with no ID on him.

Ice pick?

Yeah, or something like that.

Todd and Frodo mentioned
the unveiling ceremony

this morning in honor of

Maggie Sturridge's discovery.

A sightseer, maybe,
or fossil enthusiast.

Hello there.

You might have drifted
on, stranger,

but we'll do our best
to find out

how you got in this situation.

Do we know
where the stream originates?

Yes, Doug?

That's the Waterford Stream.

Source is up there in the hills.

No one's exactly sure where.

It flows down through the bush
over a heap of farmland.

There's really
any number of places

where a bloke could end up
in that stream.

Best guess?

Well, it's not for me to guess.
That's your job, isn't it?

Good morning.
This is interesting.

Yeah, a ice pick to the noggin.

It's very reminiscent
of the death of Comrade Trotsky.

This is not an ice pick.
This is a rock hammer.

No, it's all much of a muchness

when it's buried
in your forehead.

They are not
the same thing at all.

Well, it's...
Not the same thing.

This is an ice pick.
Quite different.

Very effective
for deep penetration.

Gina, you carry around
an ice pick with you

because...

In my line of work,
I must always be prepared.

We need some kind of idea

how long the victim's been
in the water.

It's too early to say,
but I will run some tests.

And, of course,
you'll be the first to know.

Okay, thanks.

But I can tell you

that he's a man
of class and good breeding.

Look at his nails.
Beautifully manicured.

Okay, we'll keep that in mind.

Actually, when was the last time
you had your nails done?

That's it.

We don't even have a location
for an actual crime scene.

Damn it!

What?

Well, Gina was right
about the murder weapon.

It is a rock hammer.

Similar implements
are used in mountaineering,

but the ones used
in fossil hunting

are smaller and more refined.
Like that one.

So we know that much at least.

Hey, what do we know
about this Maggie Sturridge's

fossil research?

Well, apart from the fact
that dinosaur fever

has taken over the town,
not that much.

We don't even know the location
of her excavation,

which seems to be
an industrial secret.

Gina.

Mike, there is something

I would like
to demonstrate for you.

I'll be right there.

Let's start with this
Maggie Sturridge.

Head over to the Dinosaur
and Panther and see

if she showed up
at the festivities.

Why does Kristin never listen?

There is nothing like
the weapon that killed him.

I know about ice, Mike.
And I know what kills people.

Such as...

rock hammers.

Very effective.

It had penetrated three
centimeters inside the cranium.

So death would have
been instant.

Not necessarily.
Why not?

If, after the initial blow,

he had been brought
to a hospital,

there might have been
a different outcome.

But look.

Here. See the contusions
and grazes on the face?

They suggest
that he fell forward,

probably forcing the rock hammer
further into his skull.

I say this is
very unlucky for him.

Mike, what sort of dinosaur
do you identify with?

Not something I've given
much thought to, really.

I think a T. rex.

Dominant. Strong.

Thanks, Gina.

Everyone's very enthusiastic
about this

new discovery, aren't they?

It's hard not to be.
It's a game changer.

Is Maggie joining?

Yeah, she'll be along shortly.

She's just having a meeting
with that professor bloke,

so I'm saving her a seat.

Wake up and smell
the coffee, Doug.

Maggie is an intelligent,
attractive, successful woman.

She's not interested in you.

I didn't think it was a policy
of this place

to insult customers.

I only do it when they're
being foolish like you are.

Fool.
Trudy.

Is Maggie Sturridge around?
She's not here.

She went straight
after the ceremony.

Anywhere to avoid
a dewy-eyed Doug.

Do you happen to know
where her dig site is?

I'm no narc, so if I did,
I wouldn't tell you.

But I don't. No one does.
Maggie keeps it to herself.

Okay. Thanks.

What did they want?

Probably something to do
with that,

body we fished out
of the stream.

What did you say?
- What the actual...

What on Earth?!

Hi, I'm Detective Kristin Sims

This is Detective
Constable Chalmers.

Yes. We are looking
for Maggie Sturridge.

She's not here.

I'm her daughter, Rowena.
Can I help?

We'd prefer to talk to her.

I don't know where she is.

Jake?

This is my fiancé, Jake.
These are the police.

Do you know where mum is?

No. I haven't seen her.

She moves according
to the Lord's will.

Could she be up at her dig site?

I shouldn't think so.
Not after last night's storm.

Yeah.
No, the diggings

would need time to settle
after all that rain.

You familiar with the site?

Familiar?
No, not really.

Jake helps mum sometimes.

I mean, yeah, but not...

not lately though.

Okay. Do you have
her mobile number?

She doesn't have one.

She's so used to working
in remote areas,

she's never bothered.

In many ways, the Lord
keeps us connected

in the ways that matter.

Okay.
Do you have a landline?

Yes.

Can you get her to call us
when she gets home?

Of course.

God bless.

Right.

What are we doing.

Not at the pub.
Not at the dig site.

Not anywhere.

So this is a stakeout?

I prefer the term
"keeping eyes on."

Because you hate stakeouts.

I do, but Rowena was not
exactly helpful, was she?

Her mother's got
to come home sometime.

You don't believe they'll
call us when she does get in?

Only if it's the Lord's will.

Such a suspicious mind.

Is that why I'm the detective,

and you're still just
a detective constable?

Wow. So hurtful.

Sorry.

♪ I try to speak
tongue-tied and weak ♪

♪ Each time
I try to start ♪

♪ Any fool with eyes could see ♪

♪ Any fool with ears
could hear ♪

♪ My love for you
is, oh, so clear ♪

♪ To any fool with a heart ♪

♪ You can't see the forest
for the trees ♪

♪ Or hear the rhythm pounding
in my veins ♪

Mike Shepherd.

It's Doug Randall here.

I found an abandoned vehicle up
on Waterford Road

just past the bridge.

Doug, the front desk
could have dealt with this.

This is a rental that might
well belong to your dead bloke.

Okay.
Waterford Road, you say?

Yeah. Just past the bridge.
Keep up.

Stay there.
I'm on my way.

And Doug, don't touch anything.

Yep. Definitely not
an ice pick.

Looks like the Lord
is on our side today.

Maggie Sturridge?
Yes.

I'm detective Kristin Sims,
and this is my colleague,

Detective Constable Chalmers.
What's this about?

We're inquiring about this.

Do you recognize it?

It's mine.

You're sure about that?

Um, yes.
The... The tape on the handle.

I-I put that there
to stop blisters.

Where did you take this?

Have you been up
at the dig site?

No. We can explain more...

down at the station.

Doug. What did I say?
Don't touch the car.

Where else did you
want me to sit?

So, apart from using it
as a sofa,

you haven't touched the car?

What do you take me for?

Did you find anything more about
the dead bloke in the river?

You know I can't talk
to you about that.

So, you don't even know
who he is?

Doug.

Whose property is that?

I don't know if I can
talk to you about that.

Doug.

Frida Dunlop's.

Yeah, she bought the old quarry
about 15 years ago.

Guards it like a gun-toting
Rottweiler.

If this has anything to do
with Maggie Sturridge...

Why would it?

Is this where her dig site is?

No, it's not really
for me to say.

Maybe you should
talk to Ron Abbot.

Because?

Well, he's been
sniffing around her.

Not in a good way, either.

I'll keep that in mind.
You do that.

Hi, it's Mike Shepherd.

I need a QCR from
Brokenwood Rentals.

So this was found
in a man's head?

My God.

And this man, w-w-who was he?

Well, we haven't established
an identity as yet.

Well, that hammer is always
stored in my dig site.

It was there yesterday.

So you were there yesterday?

Yes. I was showing a fellow
paleontologist the find.

And their name?

Howard Wainwright.

Professor.
He's from the US.

And this, Mr. Wainwright,
what did he make of it?

He seemed very positive.

The fossil must be
the pinnacle of your career.

Well, I-I don't want
to count my chickens

before they hatch, but...

I just knew.
I-I knew the moment I saw it.

Given the shape
and the texture of the bone,

I was certain it was a portion
of a toe of a giant sauropod.

This would be the first evidence

that titanosaurids once
lived in New Zealand.

Apologies. A word?

Excuse us a moment.

Doug Randall found.

A rental car out
on Waterford Road.

It was rented to a Howard...
- Wainwright,

professor of paleontology?

From a midwestern US college.

He's our victim.

Maggie Sturridge was
with him yesterday.

Maggie, this is Detective
Senior Sergeant Mike Shepherd.

Hello, Maggie.
- Hello.

I understand you were with

Professor Howard Wainwright
yesterday.

Yes. Is he...

Is he the man who...
We are yet to make

a formal identification,
but yes.

God.

That's why he wasn't
at the chalet this morning.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for
Professor Wainwright.

Have you seen him this morning?

No, sorry.
- After our meeting yesterday,

he was supposed
to show me his notes

before he sent them off
to his university.

Brokenwood Chalets.
Excuse me.

So you invited him here

to verify the authenticity
of your fossil?

Actually, no.

My daughter, Rowena,
she invited him.

When was this?

Um, the day before yesterday.

I appreciate you coming
all this way,

but I have more research
of my own to do.

Maggie, I understand.

This discovery
is your baby, after all.

But without the testimony
from the likes of me,

you will struggle to convince
the paleontology community

at large.

I don't mean
this unkindly, Maggie,

but you're an amateur
who no one has ever heard of.

No matter what you say,

I'll be seeking
a second opinion.

What was your reluctance
based upon?

I researched him online.

There was some commentary
about him

trying to share credit
for other people's discoveries.

But he reassured me.

This is your find.

Tomorrow then?

And in the end,
he was a gentleman.

I have to say that, initially,
I was skeptical

about your discovery...

titanosaurid
on such young islands.

But?

Congratulations, Maggie.

My God!

Thank you.

And then we left.

He promised to send
through the images

and specifications to his
university to register the find.

And did he do that?

Well, that's what we meant
to discuss at the chalet.

Maggie...

we need you to show us
your dig site.

Of course.

This is where Howard
Wainwright's rental car

was found.
- Are you... Are you sure?

H-How do you mean?

Well, we both left
at the same time.

Why would he have come back?

This way?

God. No.

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no!
No!

The fossil!

My fossil! It's gone.

So you're saying that someone
has actually sawn off the rock

containing the fossil
and walked away with it?

Who would do such a thing?

Maggie. The saw.
Do you recognize it?

It's mine. I keep it up here
with my other gear.

And the portion of rock
that's been taken...

whoever did this would need
a vehicle to get it off site.

Yes, probably.
It would have been very heavy.

Look who's here.
- G'day, Maggie. What's up?

Has something happened?
- My fossil's been stolen.

Stolen? Bloody hell.
- By who?

I don't know.

I'm sorry, Maggie.
Of course it's upsetting.

So what are you doing about it?

I'm not sure that's any
of your business.

Could be.

You guys are going to have
your work cut out for you

with murder inquiry,
so you might need some help.

Yeah, I can help.

Yeah, that won't be necessary.

Time you two were moving on.

Right, well, I'll let you know
when I come up with something.

Ron, leave it to us.

Bye, Maggie.
We'll be in touch.

Some fans of yours, are they?

It's sweet.
If a little embarrassing.

You poor thing.

One or other of them
is always finding an excuse

to visit me while I'm at work.
It's very distracting.

They've both been up here
frequently.

Too often.

I have to get back to Rowena
so we can start the search.

This is now a police matter.
The removal of the fossil

might be related
to Wainwright's death.

So it's best that
we handle the search.

Well, please get on with it.

Maggie, I understand this land

is owned by a Frida Dunlop.

Yes.

And those horses,
they belong to her?

Probably. All this land
up here is hers.

What else can you
tell us about her?

Not a lot.

She calls herself a survivalist.
She keeps to herself.

Her place is down there.

Okay, thanks.
We'll be in touch.

Hello?

Anyone home?

What do you two want?

DSS Mike Shepherd.

Detective Kristin Sims.

We're investigating
a suspicious death.

On my land?
We're not sure yet.

So why are you telling me?

How well do you know
Maggie Sturridge?

I don't.

You gave her permission
to dig for fossils on your land.

So?

So it might mean that you
know her a little bit.

Well, she seems all right.

She's got a calling.

I respect people with a calling.

We don't do tea and scones,
if that's what you mean.

Did you see or hear
any unusual activity

at the dig site last night?

There was a storm.

I was inside,
I didn't see anything.

Or down at the gate?

Why would I be down
at the gate during a storm?

Well...

if you do recall anything,
please give us a call.

On what?
I don't do phones.

Well, there's an e-mail.

If you're lucky,
I might drop you a postcard.

She seems nice.

Morning.
Morning.

Morning. Coffee?

I love your work.

How'd you go
at the chalet yesterday?

Yeah. Pretty good.

I've got three things to report.

Firstly, I checked out
Wainwright's chalet

and his laptop.

Ooh.

Todd Taylor's Cretaceous Tours.

Todd, it's Detective Chalmers.
- Okay.

Well, I'm just having
a coffee, honest.

A-And I've got witnesses.
- Relax.

You seem to know
a lot about dinosaurs.

I need some inside info.

Right. Okay.

What was the biggest dinosaur
of them all?

That's easy.
Argentinosaurus.

They were bloody massive, dude.

Like... Like a house truck with
a mansion on it, but bigger.

Although the Megalosaurus
was pretty big, too.

I can check that
and get back to you.

Thank you, Todd.

At 8:53 PM, Wainwright sent
an e-mail to his university

detailing Maggie Sturridge's
discovery.

And?

"In my considered opinion,

Maggie Sturridge has discovered
the distal phalange

of a titanosaurid.

Big toe.
I looked it up.

Wow. I can hear the champagne
corks popping at Ray's now.

Second, the flat tire

on the victim's car
was caused by a bullet.

The tire was shot out?

Forensics are testing,
but it looks like a .308.

And the third thing?

Mike.

I've been waiting.

That's the third thing.

Why didn't you tell me
she was here?

She said something
about a manicure.

What?

She said you would understand.

Because you always do.

It's a special gift
that only you seem to possess.

I want to talk to you
about fingernails.

Okay.

You'll remember that I remarked

that the victim's fingernails
were well-maintained.

They were also long enough

to retain a certain amount
of sediment.

From the river.

No, sediment from the river
would have washed away.

This was noticeably coarser.

So, I ran some tests.

It was sedimentary rock.

This would not have come
from the river.

And it found its place
under his nails

around the time he died.

Because if it had been there
for any length of time,

it would have irritated him.

Yes, he would have tried
to get rid of it.

And it most likely came
from the rock

that contained the fossil?
Sedimentary rock, Mike, yes.

Huh.

Any update on time of death?

This is more complicated.

Unusual pH levels in his tissue
have made it more difficult.

I will know more soon.

Okay. Thanks, Gina.

You know, I always aim
to pleasure you, Mike.

You know that.

The sedimentary rock suggest
that after

Wainwright sent the e-mail,
he went back up to the site.

Hence, his car was there.

But why?

From what I can tell,
Howard Wainwright

was a controversial figure
in the world of paleontology,

respected in some quarters,
but criticized in others.

"Howard Wainwright is one of
the most formidable thinkers

of modern paleontology,"

or, "the majority of the work
on his résumé

was originated by other people,"
so it's hardly exemplary.

Although his e-mail
clearly states

that Maggie was responsible
for the find.

Maybe he'd changed his ways.

Or not, if he did try
to steal the fossil.

How many people,
apart from Maggie,

knew the location
of the dig site?

Ron Abbot, Doug Randall,

Frida Dunlop.

And the daughter and her fiancé.

Yeah. Dig a little
deeper with them,

while you talk to Frida.
See if she can shed some light

on the flat tire
on Wainwright's rental,

given that she owns a rifle.

Rifle? Excellent.

Jake. Hi.

Rowena round?

She's at church.

Not something you
two do together?

I do when I can.

Can you tell me a bit more
about the work you do

with Maggie up at her dig site?

I've been out there a few times.

Not for a while though.

Can you be more specific?

Maybe a week ago.

She got pretty focused
on the professor coming.

Wanted to work on her own.

Paleontology always been
a passion of yours?

Yeah, yeah,
ever since I was a kid.

Got a favorite era?

What do you mean?

Jurassic. Cretaceous.
Paleozoic.

I like all of them.

Okay, I'll try the church.

Hey, have you located
the fossil yet?

We're working on it.

I could give you a hand

trying to find it,
if you'd like.

Do you know something?
No, no, I just...

It... It means a lot to Maggie

and she's been real good
to me, you know?

That's what Rowena's doing
at the church.

She's praying
for the fossil to be found.

Well, we've got it
under control.

Thanks.

What d'you know?
What d'you know?

Okay, folks.

I want to thank you all
for coming along here today.

I called this meeting
because I have some grave news.

Our fossil...
and I use that word deliberately

because I'm certain that's
how we all look at it now...

has been stolen
from Maggie's dig site.

No.

I want to thank Doug
for informing us

of this terrible transgression.

Only did what any of us
would have done.

I thought it was important...

no, crucial for the interested
parties to get together,

to formulate some
sort of community action plan.

We need to locate
that fossil undamaged.

Otherwise, my friends,
the bright and shiny future

that we envisage for Brokenwood
will rust and burn.

Well, we need to ask
the police to help.

Well, you're missing the point
of why we're here.

Fat lot of good
the cops will do.

Doug's right.
We can't rely on the police.

That isn't to say they aren't
great guys and gals,

but they're busy trying to find
out who offed the scientist.

So locating that fossil
is up to us.

So where do we start?

The first step is
staring us in the face.

We need to figure out
who had the motive

to steal the bloody thing.

Are you suggesting that we...

take the law into our own hands?

If that's what it takes.

Are we forming a posse?
No.

I think that's probably
for the best.

I prefer the term vigilantes.

My God.

Dear.

Detective Sims.
Hello, Reverend.

I'm looking for
Rowena Sturridge.

You've just missed her.

Any idea where she was going?

Sorry, I don't know.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Just a couple
of questions.

Well, she's been a devoted
parishioner

since she came back
from the United States.

Quite devoted.

So say this
to the people of Israel.

I Am has sent me to you.
For I am me and you...

Hallelujah!
Praise be to the Lord.

Praise be.

Frankly, the parish could do
with a bit more of

that sort of energy,
but perhaps not quite all of it.

And although the dinosaur
was so much bigger

than the family of humans,
because God created the world,

he helped them become friends,
and they looked after each other

in the same way that
you look after your friends.

Their beliefs are
very fundamental.

She views the Old Testament
very literally,

believing that God made
the Earth and everything

on it 10,000 years ago.

She believes humans shared
the Earth with dinosaurs?

Yes, w-w-which
is not to question

her true belief in God,
of course.

Wow. That must make
for some very

interesting conversation
around the dinner table

with her mother.
Quite.

Yes?

Frida.

I'm Detective Constable
Chalmers.

I've already spoken
to your colleagues.

We're investigating a homicide.

We'd appreciate your help.

Do you own a .308 rifle?

Yep.
Registered and everything.

The night of the storm,
a silver car down at the gate

had his tire likely shot out
by a .308 bullet.

Know anything about that?

I hunt for rabbits around here.

One of my bullets
might have gone astray.

We need to get your rifle
examined to confirm

whether the bullet did come
from your rifle, stray or not.

What if I don't agree to that?

That would make us think
you had something to hide.

And then I'd have to come
back here with a warrant.

Wait here.

Yeah.

Hey, boy.

Here you go.
There's a good man.

If you find 20 bucks
under there, it's mine.

What the hell are you
doing in my house?

I'm here to take it back.

Look, you've got
a second and a half

to start making sense.

You stole it, didn't you?
Stole what?

Maggie's fossil.

You're going to be
a fossil very soon

if you don't get out
of my house.

Yeah, I-I get it, mate.
Maggie's a lovely lady,

and you did it to impress her.

So you stole it to keep it safe
from that professor bloke.

I'm not the one showing off
playing detective.

Now bugger off!

I can have you up for assault.

Not in my own home, you can't.

So what have you done with it?

Look, if I'd stolen the fossil,
which I didn't,

do you think I would tell you?

You're half pissed
and a bloody fool, Doug.

Don't call me that.

Fingerprints have pulled
a print from the power saw.

It's a match for Wainwright.

Maybe he got caught with
his hand in the cookie jar.

But by who?

Well, educated guess.
This is from a trail bike.

As far as I could see,
Frida doesn't own one.

No, but Jake Anderson does.

And we know that he's worked
with Maggie before.

Plus, he fancies himself

as a bit of an amateur
paleontologist.

He's in several chat rooms
dedicated to the subject.

Although he did tell me
that he hasn't been up

to the dig site in a week.

Well, if he was up
there before the storm,

the tracks would have
washed away.

These are fresh.

They look like they're
the result of a skid.

Yeah. Whoever the rider was,
they lost control.

Likely the back tire
slid out from under.

Because it was weighted
down by something heavy?

Like a hefty slab
of fossilized rock.

Yeah, maybe Jake paid a visit

while Maggie was
at the unveiling ceremony.

See if we can get SSG up
there tomorrow.

There's a chance the offender
has stashed the fossil

in the bush
until things cool down.

In the meantime, put pressure
on the daughter and Jake.

One of them's hiding something.

Night.

Night.

Night.

Nice bike.
Do you ever get it off-road?

Not lately.

Yeah, it's pretty clean.

When was the last time
you cleaned it?

What do you want, Detective?

Just a coffee and a catch-up.

So, how long have you been
in Brokenwood?

About three months.

Right. That's not long after
Maggie made her discovery.

Coincidence, I guess.

Around the same time you
became a member of a chat room

that brings amateur
paleontologists together.

Yeah, I contacted Maggie
initially.

She was reluctant at first,

but after we met,
she realized I was genuine.

I've been helping her out since.

In that time, me and Rowena,
we got close.

Engaged, even.

That's a whirlwind romance.

She's a...
a good Christian woman,

and our faith is important
to both of us.

You mind if I take a couple
of photos of your bike?

Do I have a choice?

Did you have much to do
with Howard Wainwright?

Only when he came to the house
to see Maggie.

Did you ever ride up
to the dig site?

A few times.
But like I said, not lately.

Not since the storm?

You sure about that?

Yeah, totally.

Reverend Greene tells me

that you're the new star
of his congregation.

That's very kind.

But we're all stars
in the sight of our Lord.

He also mentioned that
you've recently returned

from America.
Yes.

I was studying theology
at Bloomington, in Indiana.

I hope to become a pastor.

Is that where you met
Professor Wainwright?

No, I met him when he came here.

Although your mother told us
that you were the one

who reached out
to the professor.

I'd heard he was the best
in his field.

I thought that's what mum
deserved... the best.

And how was your relationship
with your mother?

I love my mother.
How better to show

that love than by bringing
Professor Wainwright here

to prove that she had found
the bones of a dinosaur?

A dinosaur that

roamed the Earth
65 million years ago.

Although some people believe

that it was as little
as 10,000 years ago.

Am I being judged?

How do your beliefs
sit with your mother?

What's important is that
dinosaurs were here on Earth,

not when.

And on the night of the storm,
where were you?

Between 4:00 and 6:00 PM,
I was in the church praying.

That's a long time.

There was a lot to pray for.
For example?

I was praying
that Professor Wainwright

would recognize the truth.

Creationists like Rowena believe

that dinosaurs were wiped out
after the Great Flood,

while we humans survived
courtesy of Noah's Ark.

But before that, dinosaurs
and humans shared the Earth.

But the dinosaurs didn't
make it onto the ark?

Apparently not.

Yeah, well, I guess Noah
didn't make the door big enough.

Yeah, but why would someone
who believes the Earth

is only 10,000 years
old engage a professor

who would probably disprove
her beliefs?

I mean, why would
she encourage that?

Well, people like Rowena
are absolutely certain

in their faith.
She had believed that

Wainwright would confirm
that the fossil was indeed

only 10,000 years old.

Where was she when
Wainwright was last seen?

Well, she was
very specific about that.

She was at church praying
between 4:00 and 6:00 PM,

which checks out.

Yes. Rowena was here
between 4:00 and 5:00 at least,

communing with the Lord,
as she does so well.

Roger's bought
a new tandem bike.

We were late for our first ride.

Yep. No, no. Good.
- You on?

Yeah.
- Right, we're away.

Yeah.

Of course, later,
the heavens opened up.

But that's a saga
I'd rather forget.

Gina is yet to give us
time of death,

but it must have been
after 5:00 PM,

when Wainwright went up
to the fossil site.

Rowena was left alone
at church after 5:00 PM,

when Reverend Greene left.

Did she rendezvous with
Wainwright at some point?

Or...

This is from
Jake Anderson's trail bike.

It looks like a match to me.

I sense he's lying when he says

he hasn't been up
there recently.

I'll check it out with the SSG.

Huh?
Interesting.

Interim fingerprint report
for the rental car.

Some positive matches for Howard

and a lot of others
for someone else.

Maggie Sturridge.

No, it's a person unknown.

It's bloody Doug.
Bloody Doug.

Here we are. Whoa!
Diaries are awesome.

I used to have one
when I was a kid.

Look, I don't appreciate
prying eyes.

No. All good, man.
I would never dare read

another man's personal thoughts.

Good. So you can
bugger off then.

You know, I always
thought that, one day,

I'd write a memoir of my life,

but when I looked back
in the diary, all that was in it

was a list of what I had
for lunch at school.

But the thing is,
the detail was amazing.

I mean, like,
was the brown bread better

than the white bread?
The different brands of mayo.

How long did it take
for the tomatoes

to make the bread soggy?
You know?

Hard to see that
as a bestseller.

Doug.
Mike Shepherd.

We need you
to come down to the station.

Yeah, I got a bit on today.
What's so important?

I think you know perfectly well.

Yeah, well,
I just ordered a coffee.

No worries. It's already
in a takeaway cup.

Now, Doug.

Thanks for nothing.

Anything?
Nothing here.

You going to be much longer?

As long as it takes.

Well, there was a bunch
of locals up here

having a good nosey before.

Like some misguided posse.

So, did they find anything?

There's no fossil here, mate.

What makes you so sure?

Someone goes to all that effort,

they don't leave it
behind them, do they?

Hurry up with my gun.

Woman's got to eat.

You guys wouldn't have even
found the damn car

if it wasn't for me.

So why am I being treated
like a criminal?

We want you to explain why

your fingerprints
are all over it

when I specifically asked
you not to touch it.

I had to check it out,

make sure it was
what I thought it was.

You had to make sure
it was a car?

We know the keys
were left in it.

Did you move the car?
No, I left it where it was.

I thought it might belong
to that professor bloke.

I was right, wasn't I?

The front tire of the car
was shot out with a rifle.

Was that you?
Why would I do that?

Well, you have been known
to shoot first

and ask questions later, Doug.

Sounds like slander to me.

How much did you have to do
with Howard Wainwright?

Nothing.

Did you see him on the afternoon
before he died?

I don't know when he died,
so how could I know that?

Did you see him, Doug?

I might have seen him

heading up to Maggie's dig site.

I can see part of the forest
track from my place.

What time was this?

Beer time.

And exactly what time is that?

4:00... ish.

Usually when
I crack open the first beer.

After a hard day's yakka,
of course.

And Howard was using
a walking pole?

Might have been.
And it was red?

I don't know.

Poncy bloody thing,
whatever it was.

So if you were out there
keeping an eye on things,

you would have seen
Maggie and Howard

come back through the bush.

Nah. The weather picture said
mist and rain rolling in.

So I went back inside.

Did you take something
from the car, Doug?

You calling me a thief now?

Did you?
Why would I?

You see yourself as
Maggie Sturridge's protector.

Her knight in beige armor.

That's pretty bloody insulting.

Apart from anything else,
there was nothing to take.

Are you telling us
the truth, Doug?

I've had enough of this.

You guys should be finding
who took the fossil.

Not hassling
hard-working farmers.

I can find my own way out.

Do you think that
there's a chance

that Doug is fibbing to us?

Without a doubt.
I just don't know what about.

The SSG find anything?

Nothing so far.
It's not looking good.

Well, given that there's

no sign of the fossil
at the dig site,

we have to consider
the possibility that Jake

or someone using the trail bike

did actually manage
to get it out of there.

Okay.
Get a warrant underway.

Hang on.

What are you doing here?

I'm enjoying a beer.

Well, I was.

This seems to have curdled.

I was leaving anyway.

I'm off to the police
to lay a complaint

about you breaking
into my house.

You're not serious.

Look at this face, Doug.

You're making a mountain
out of a molehill.

I just want to make sure
you don't do it again.

Or do it to anyone else.

I didn't break in.

The door was open,
so I walked inside.

I suspected you were hiding
stolen goods,

so I had that right.

You're a bloody fool, Doug.

True that.

Who are you calling a fool?

Sorry, I got that wrong.

Doug, you're a complete
bloody dipshit.

Wrong.

This is what we're going
to do, is it?

Yeah, you old coot!
How dare you call me...

Argh!

Come on.
Cut it out, you two.

Get up.

He started it. He started it.

How old are you?

You, get out of my pub.
What about him?

You threw the first punch.

[Delaney Davidson and Marlon Williams'
"Candyman" plays]

Fool.

Stop calling me that.

♪ Little ones ♪

♪ Don't spoil the game ♪

♪ Your broken candied hearts
taste all the same ♪

♪ A little fun ♪

♪ A little pain ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm looking
in the mirror ♪

♪ As if it was another man ♪

♪ Candyman ♪

♪ He'll get you when he can ♪

♪ No one sells you candy like
the candyman can ♪

Rowena, we have a warrant
to search the house.

What do you think
you're going to find?

I think you know
what we're looking for.

This feels like
police harassment.

Is Jake here?

No. Well,
do you know where we can find him?

I'm not his keeper!

You know what
you're looking for.

Why would you think
the fossil's here?

Jake... he sees himself
as a paleontologist?

He tries.

Paleontology
is painstaking work.

In truth, he lacks
discipline, patience.

I need to ask you
about your movements

on the night of the storm.

I took Howard up
to the dig site.

We were there for
about an hour or so.

The rain was coming,
so we left the site,

came back down to the cars.

What time was this?

Maybe 5:30.

All I know is that
it had started raining.

And you're certain
Howard Wainwright

was behind you?
Yes. He was excited.

He... He said he wanted
to write up his notes.

And where did you go?

I went home to give Rowena
and Jake the good news

before I went to the pub
for a celebratory drink.

Any sign?

Nothing yet.

Hey, Mike.

Handle with extreme care
getting it back to the station.

The fossil was found
on your property.

Can you explain that?

Clearly it's a setup.

We need to know where Jake is.

That fiancé of yours...

I don't know.
I swear.

Get our team one hour.

All right.
Dinosaur in the house.

Fair to assume that it was
someone from that household?

Or someone that
wants us to think that.

Get the fossil
to the geoscience team.

See what they can find out.

It's just that I'm not sure

that there are dinosaur
experts though.

But knowing how old it
actually is might be helpful.

Senior.

Ron.

I've got something you guys
might be interested in.

The question is, obviously,
where did you get this?

I'd rather not say.

This belonged
to a homicide victim, Ron.

You need to tell me how it came
into your possession.

Came to me via Doug.

What?
Doug had it,

and he, dropped it.

Is Doug aware
that he dropped it?

Guess he is now.
Huh.

I saw you leaving Maggie's
earlier today.

Can I ask what that was about?

Just being a friend.

She's been through a lot.

By the way,

I want Doug punished
to the full extent of the law.

That's a bit harsh.

Just kidding.

Okay, thanks.

How are your code cracking
skills?

I'm sorry. What?

This is what Doug
was fibbing about.

It's Wainwright's, probably
lifted from the rental car.

And it's all in code.
How very "Famous Five."

See what you can make of it.

You know, I was actually
very good at this stuff

at high school.

When the fox is in the henhouse

and the eagle has landed,
I'll let you know.

G'day.

Do you need a hand?

Nope.

Yeah.

Could you not?

That looks like shorthand.

Yeah. No. Thank you.
I've got that, Sherlock.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll have this...

nailed tomorrow.

Just go home, get some sleep,
you know, some fresh eyes on it.

Good plan, good plan.

Do not touch this.

Good night.
- Bye.

No, you did not.

Is that the whole diary?

Everything relevant, yeah.

You dirty little show-off.

And?

Rowena and Howard Wainwright

were working behind-everybody's-
back arrangement.

Now, there's no trace of it
in his laptop,

but in the notebook,

there are clear references
to a deal being done.

Rowena paid his travel expenses
and a fee on the understanding

that he would find
"the truth."

Yeah, but why on Earth
would a paleontologist...

Join forces with a creationist?

There's more.

Jake Anderson
reached out, as well,

wondering what a fossil
of this kind would be worth.

And what did Wainwright say?

100 grand to the right buyer.

And that they would talk later.

Senior, for you.
Sounds urgent.

Mike Shepherd.
- It's Maggie's Sturridge.

There's been a...

I've been attacked.

Are you injured?

No, no, no.

I'm... I'm a bit shaken,
but I'm okay.

Is the offender
still in the vicinity?

Jake's gone

and Rowena's missing.

Try to stay calm.

We'll be there
as soon as we can.

Please!

♪ Another man down,
another man down ♪

♪ Another man down,
another man down ♪

♪ Another man down ♪

♪ Another man down,
another man down ♪

♪ Another man down ♪

♪ Hey, another man down,
another man down ♪

♪ Another man down ♪

♪ Yeah, the writing's
on the wall ♪

♪ The writing's on the wall ♪

♪ If you want to read it ♪

♪ Just another man down ♪

Maggie.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.
H-Honestly, I-I'm okay.

You said it was Jake
who attacked you.

Jake! Get out!

Where's the fossil?

I want it.
I want the money.

I don't owe you anything.

Any idea where
he might be headed?

Well, h-he got
his bag and... and left.

I'll get roadblocks set up.

And Rowena, did she leave
with Jake?

No.

But she was here
when it happened?

No, she... she arrived back
when he was leaving.

She came into the house.

I think she realized what
happened, and then she left.

There's been reports that
a trail bike's been speeding

on a farm
about a kilometer away.

I'm on it.

An ambulance is on its way
to check you over.

Yeah, and we'll station
a constable outside

just in case Jake comes back.

Okay.

Sims.

Okay. Great. Thanks.

That was forensics.

The bullet in the tire
matches Frida's .308.

What the hell
is Jake playing it?

And where's Rowena?

Probably at church,
Praying for a soul.

Well, well, well, if it
isn't Alan Turing.

I've located Jake.
What?

Must have been driving like
a maniac to catch him that fast.

I didn't need to.
Where are you?

I'm just past the corner
of Saddlers Lane

and McConnell's road.

Well, do you need backup?

No, it doesn't look like it.

Jake. Getting out of town,
were you?

No.

Well, we'll need to have
a chat anyway.

You can't stay away, can you?

Still waiting on my postcard.

I've answered all your
questions.

And now we have some more.

Because that walking pole

doesn't belong to you, does it?

We need to know
your exact movements

on the night of the storm.

I was at my place.

The whole night?

Yes.

The bullet we recovered
from the tire of the rental car

came from your rifle.

So you must have gone out
at some point.

Did you, say, go out
to check on your horses,

given there was
a storm approaching?

All right.

I went and checked
on my animals.

So what?
What time was this?

I don't know.
I don't wear a watch.

But it was getting dark.

No.
It was daylight then.

Because after I made
sure they were okay,

I came back
through the bush block.

And is that when you saw
the rental car?

Yeah, I-I didn't recognize it.

Made me suspicious.

Maggie? So I went and
checked on Maggie's,

make sure she was okay,

and she wasn't getting hassled
by some local random.

Maggie? Anyone here?

So I just figured
she'd gone home somehow.

What state was the fossil
in at this point?

I don't know anything about
the fossil.

And the walking pole?

Well, I guess
Maggie'd left it on the ground.

I'd just picked it up so I could
give it back to her later.

The rain was coming.

I didn't want it to wash away.

You didn't see the fossil
at all?

There was a blue tarp.

Maggie must have covered it up.

Why did you shoot out the tire?

I was just sending a message.

And what message would that be?

My sign says
"trespassing is not advised."

People need to keep
that in mind.

Jake Anderson, room one.

Medics gave him the all clear.

All right,
let's try again, Jake.

How well did you know
Howard Wainwright?

I didn't.

Yet your initials
and contact details

were found in a notebook
belonging to him.

That doesn't prove anything.
He's been read his rights?

Okay, let's get a
warrant to go through his laptop,

phone records, bank account.
Wait wait, wait.

Okay. Jesus.

Okay.
Jesus what?

Truthfully, I'm kind of chuffed
he noted me down.

He's like dinosaur king, man.

I was being a bit of
a fanboy, that's all.

So was it as a fanboy
that you asked

Wainwright what the fossil
was worth?

He mentioned it in his notebook.

Sure. Out of curiosity.

Did you contact Wainwright
first or did Rowena?

Rowena. She met him
at that college in Kentucky.

Excuse me for a moment.

Still think Rowena's at church?

Bound to be.

Bring her in and double check
where she studied

when she was in the US.

She told me it was Indiana.
Bloomington, I think.

Yeah.
Jake's saying Kentucky.

Isn't that weird?

Professor Wainwright once, yeah.

Why would she lie about that?

Because she's been lying
about everything else.

Can I go now?

No. I want to run
something by you.

A scenario, if you like.

Once Howard confirmed
Maggie's find,

knowing what it was worth,
you knew it was time

to make your move
to steal it from her?

No. I respect Maggie.

But something went wrong.

Maybe Howard got there
before you did.

And when you found him
trying to steal it,

there was a confrontation,
things got physical.

You grabbed the rock hammer.

He went down.
When you saw he was dead,

you dragged him to the stream.

You're not going
to pin this on me.

Was Rowena part of this plan?

Hey, if there was a plan,

I don't know anything about it.

So you're saying
you had nothing to do

with the fossil going missing?

I wasn't even there.

Jake, you have a trail bike.

We found tire tracks up
near the dig site.

You're saying someone took
your bike and went up there?

Come on.

All right.

I went up there
the morning after the storm

To steal the fossil.
- Yeah, yeah, I did.

But when I got there,
it was gone.

I thought Howard must have
gone up there and taken it

and that Maggie was in on it.

I panicked and I took off.

They're trying to set me up.

Who?

Maggie, Rowena, both of them.

You have any evidence of that?

I'm here, aren't I?

And that's why
you lost the plot.

You assaulted Maggie.

I want the money.

Are you going to deny it?

Yeah, I lost my cool.

I didn't mean to hurt her.

The stolen fossil was found
in the house you were living in.

How did it get there?
I don't know.

Is that it?

Not quite.

You'll be charged with
assaulting Maggie Sturridge

in her home this morning.

Let's go.

We agreed we were going
to explore more things

that we could do together,
be adventurous.

Yes, we did.
But riding that

evil machine was not going
to be one of them.

Sorry to interrupt.
By any chance, is Rowena here?

You'll find her inside.
Thanks.

Perhaps we should ask her
how much fun

our little adventure was?

What do you mean?

We went out
for a pleasant bike ride,

and unfortunately,
we got caught in the storm.

Rowena witnessed us
being drowned rats

trying to pretend we were
having a fun evening out.

Where was this?

In an effort to get
out of the rain,

we cut through the grounds
of the shallows.

It wasn't my fault we ran over
that broken bottle.

Lucas, please.
You were steering.

I'm sorry,
we didn't see you there.

Are you all right?
Yes. Fine.

Terrible night to be out
and about.

Bless you, Reverend.

And what time was this?

We'd got to
Walker's Ridge by 6:00.

Drenched.

And then, it took nearly
an hour to walk back again.

Right. Thank you.

I'll leave you to it.

Perhaps you should
steer next time.

Yes?

My apologies for disturbing you.

Mind if I have a word?

Certainly.
How can I help?

Can I ask what you were
praying for?

I was asking the Lord

to guide and protect
Howard Wainwright's soul.

It's interesting.
That could suggest that you

and he had a relationship
of some kind.

The Lord asks that we care about
all our fellow human beings.

Particularly those you went
to university with.

You told me you went
to a university in Indiana.

But that wasn't true, was it?

I did.

For a semester.
And then I moved.

To the same university
Howard taught at in Kentucky.

He taught there.
I knew of him.

I didn't really know him.

Can I ask, when you approached
him about coming out here,

what did you think would happen?

Howard is a research fellow
in the world of paleontology,

a science based on the idea

that dinosaurs died out
65 million years ago.

What would lead him to declare
that Maggie's fossil

was only 10,000 years old?

In my heart, I knew
that he would see the truth.

And if he didn't?

How did you react when
he verified Maggie's discovery?

Did things get heated?

I never saw him
after he'd been to the site.

How did you find out then?
Mum told us.

Hey.

Well, what did he say?

It's good news.
Well, it's great news.

It is a titanosaurid.
Cretaceous.

Wow.
Awesome, Maggie.

Well, I'm going to get changed,
and then I'm...

I'm going to go out
for a celebratory drink.

And then what happened?

She went to
The Dinosaur and Panther.

We stayed home.

So you're saying
you never left the house?

Well, problem is
I have witnesses who saw you

outside Howard's chalet
sometime after 8:00 PM.

So what were you
doing there, Rowena?

I don't feel comfortable
talking about that

in the house of the Lord.

Suits me.

Christ, you people.

I won't hold you up,
but have you seen Maggie at all?

Nope.
Huh.

Well, she's not down
at the site or at home.

I thought maybe she was...

Well, I guess you thought wrong.

Frida, you said something
earlier down at the station.

You said Maggie must have
got home somehow

on the night of the storm.
What did you mean by that?

Well, she wasn't at the site
when I came looking for her,

but down at the road,
her car was still there.

Maggie's car was still there

when you shot out the tire
from the rental?

Yes. It was.

I know you don't wear a watch,
but it would be helpful

if you could give me some idea
about what time this was.

It's started to rain about
the same time as got dark,

so maybe half an hour
after that.

Where is Mike?

He's... He's not here.
Where is he?

He's out investigating
a homicide.

That is disappointing.

Well, it's kind of
what he does, so...

I have established an accurate
time of death for the victim.

Gina.
Now you're talking.

Yes, I am, I know that.
The victim was in the water

for approximately 12
to 15 hours.

Right. So that means...

I'm still talking.

However, rigor mortis suggests
that he died between 4:00 PM

and 8:00 PM the evening
he went into the water.

Okay, well, thanks, Gina.
We'll pass it on to Mike.

While I worked,
it occurred to me

what kind of dinosaur you two
would have been.

You, Kristin, obviously would
have been something smaller.

Something snappy.
Like a raptor.

I can see that.

And, you, something bigger.

Yes.

And very slow moving.

A diplodocus.

Thank you for these very
penetrating insights, Gina.

Thank you.
You are always welcome.

You know, the diplodocus
had the tiniest brain

of all the dinosaurs.

If she's right about
the time of death...

...there's no way
that Howard Wainwright

could have sent
that e-mail at 8:53.

Because, at that point,
he was already dead.

That is awful.

Well, we're trying
a new brand of beans,

so sorry it's not to your taste.

Tastes like the devil's urine.

Okay, I'm not going to ask

where you became acquainted
with the devil's urine.

Is sarcasm appropriate
in this situation?

Your whereabouts from 5:00
till 9:00 PM on the night

that Howard Wainwright
was killed.

I told you I was at church.

Yes, between 4:00 and 6:00.

But it all gets a bit vague
after that.

So what happened after
Maggie went to the pub?

Did you and Jake go up to her
dig site and steal a fossil?

No.

I mean, Howard wasn't
really playing ball, was he?

He'd cited the fossil
and declared to Maggie

that it was Cretaceous,
but he was supposed to declare

that it was only
10,000 years old

to reinforce
your creationist doctrine.

I thought he'd see it
for what it really was.

Howard wrote in his diary
that he was humoring you

to ensure that you
invited him out here

and collect his fee,

and to become the coauthor
of any dinosaur find.

So you went up there
to steal it,

to remove any evidence
of the fossil's actual age.

But I'm guessing that Howard
got there before you.

No, no, I never.

And then, in an attempt
to cover your tracks,

you went to Howard's
chalet using his...

I did not go up there.

As the Lord is my witness,
none of that happened.

Then what were you doing
at his chalet?

Yes, I went to Howard's room.

But only to talk to him,
to reason with him.

But he wasn't there.

That's all, I swear.

Maggie Sturridge
left the dig site later

than she said.

Does the word "erinaceous"
mean anything to you?

Not off the top of my head, no.

Have a look.

Huh.

Print that out for me.

Of course I was pleased for her.

All I wanted
was for us both to be right.

Is that too much to ask?

Does it really matter
how old it is?

Excuse me.

The geoscience team

have come back
with their initial analysis.

What? That...

That's saying that the fossil
is potentially

as young as 10,000 years old.

How could Wainwright
get that so wrong?

Well, maybe he didn't.

And why would Rowena
have a problem with that?

She wouldn't,
but someone else might.

Detectives.

Is Maggie Sturridge here?

I can't help you.
Best be on your way.

Ron, you're aware
that helping a suspect

evade investigation
is an offense.

Come on.
Maggie hasn't done anything.

We'd like her to tell us that.

If and when I see her,
I'll let her know.

Now, please have the decency
to bugger off.

Maggie, don't.

It's all right, Ron.

Maggie, we'd like you
to come down to the station

to answer a few questions.

Ron, why don't you
come along, too?

Is that all?
- Thanks, Ron.

You're free to go.

I'll hang around and wait
for Maggie, if that's okay.

Sure.

That was Trudy Nielson.
She confirms his story.

So, at the time in question,

Ron was where he said he was?

Yeah.
- Okay.

Ready?

You got this.

It's like you thought,
except the other way round.

What... What's this about,
Detective?

The postmortem results tell
us that Howard Wainwright died

sometime between 4:00
and 8:00 PM

on the night of the storm
at your fossil site.

We also have witness testimony
that puts your car still parked

at the roadside longer
than you initially mentioned.

Given it was dark and raining

and, well, Frida
doesn't wear a watch,

she's mistaken.

But it means that you were
in the vicinity.

Actually, I, um...
I spent the evening with Ron.

I'm sure he'll remember.

I kept quiet about it
because my...

my daughter is so damn pious
about that kind of thing.

Ask him.
I have.

Yes, you were with Ron, briefly.

You went and had a drink and
then made an excuse to leave.

Take this back to my place.

I've got some
very old jazz records.

Another time.
My... My head's a whir with...

with the news.
Of course.

Congratulations, Maggie.
Good night, Ron.

Good night.

So, yep, you made an appearance.

Early night, Ronald.

But for no longer
than 30 minutes.

We also know that Rowena
went to visit the professor

at his chalet
sometime after 8:00 PM

but had no luck
because he wasn't there.

So that means that you must have
arrived not long after that.

How about we go home
and put the fire on?

Yes, let's.

There's some of that cauliflower
soup left in the fridge.

We can heat that up.
Yeah.

We've also seen the e-mail
sent from Howard's

laptop that night.

It states that the fossil
was a titanosauroidae,

a species of dinosaur

that went extinct approximately
65 million years ago.

Yes, yes.
That's right.

Although Rowena wouldn't
send an e-mail confirming

such a rejection
of her creationist beliefs

and, well, Howard
couldn't have sent it.

Not least of all
because he was already dead,

but also because
it quite simply wasn't.

It was an insectivore.

But you already know that,
don't you?

I have been searching
for fossils for years.

I sometimes ask myself why
on Earth I keep doing it.

It's not for the money
and I don't care about fame.

All I wanted was recognition.

Acknowledgment.

And that's why it
all went wrong.

I have to say that, initially,
I was skeptical

about your discovery...

titanosaurid on such
young islands.

But?

Congratulations, Maggie.

My God.

Thank you.

What?

Congratulations
on your discovery

of a petrified
prehistoric hedgehog.

What?

No, no, that's not...
That's not possible.

It's absolutely possible.

This is one for the ages.

Maggie Sturridge discovers
a fossilized hedgehog.

My colleagues
will love this story.

And once the world finds out,
imagine the memes.

You can't go public with this.

I'll demand a second opinion

from someone who's more
reputable.

Go right ahead. They'll all
tell you the same thing.

It's a hedgehog.

God save me from amateurs.

Pathetic waste of my time.

Before I knew it,
the hammer was in my hand.

Huh?
Aah!

I just wanted him to shut up.

I decided...

I wouldn't let him
have the last word.

Maggie?

Then I heard Frida
looking for me.

Maggie?

Maggie? Anyone here?

♪ Yeah, I heard ♪

♪ They tore it down ♪

And drawn a sheet

♪ And I heard ♪

And after she left,
I... I went home.

Hey.
- Well?

What'd he say?
It's good news.

After the pub,
I had to go to the chalet.

♪ But it won't come back ♪

♪ And we're off ♪

♪ On a long road home ♪

Too easy, Howard.

♪ We're better off without ♪

♪ That dinosaur ♪

♪ And we're off ♪

♪ On a long road home ♪

♪ And we're better off
without ♪

♪ That dinosaur ♪

Then I headed back
to the dig site

to bury him.

I couldn't find him.

For a moment...

...I thought perhaps I hadn't
killed him after all.

M-Maybe he managed
to stagger out.

Then I saw the water.

That must have carried him away.

Down into the stream.

Is that when you removed
the fossil?

I had to finish what I started.

With the fossil gone,

nobody would ever know
what Howard said.

♪ Now we're off ♪

♪ On a long road home ♪

♪ We're better off without ♪

♪ That dinosaur ♪

So you went to the chalets,

making sure you were seen
supposedly looking for Howard.

And when you started
questioning Jake and Rowena...

...I thought that that
was as it should be.

You blame them for bringing
Howard into your life?

Jake was just an opportunist.

It was my daughter
who ruined my life.

Maggie Sturridge,
you are under arrest

for the murder
of Howard Wainwright.

I thought I'd call in
on my way home.

Good news, I hope.

We've made an arrest for
the murder of Howard Wainwright.

Please tell us it's not Maggie.

I can't confirm the details
of the arrest right now.

But the fossil itself,
it is the real deal?

Yeah. About that.

You've got to be joking.
And we lose again.

Bugger!

Bloody stupid name
for a coffee cart anyway.

Where do you want it?

We're going to
the bloody dump, Todd.

Where else?

You better be here to apologize.

Well, that's unbloody likely.

What then?

You heard the news?
About Maggie's fossil

being a prehistoric hedgehog?

Yeah, I heard all about that.

You reckon we might
declare ourselves?

Two old farts chasing after
a lady murderess?

Yeah, right.

No chance.

Feel like a beer?

Yeah.
Don't mind if I do.