All language subtitles for The.Brokenwood.Mysteries.S10E02

Beautiful people,
tie the knot?

- Oh, no.
- No, thanks.

Yes, I see one, two, three,
four children in your future!

Ahhhhh!

Yeah.

Yee-haw!

Oh.
Todd, you're here.

There is so much to do.

All these decorations
need to come down.

Have you seen Frodo?

No, no,
not since last night.

Well, his coffee cart
is still here,

and I need it gone.

Oh, yeah.
I-I'll check it out.

Take these.

This place has got to be
spic and span.

♪ They dragged me
into a willow ♪

♪ Where they tied a rope
around ♪

♪ Said they're from Amarillo

♪ Where a price on my head
could be found ♪

♪ Oh,

♪ Oh, my love

♪ When you see me
in the morning ♪

♪ I'll be hanging from
the branches ♪

♪ Above

Oh!

I was having
the strangest dream.

I was a maraca master
dancing for an adoring crowd.

Dude, there was no dream.

So I am a master?

Yeah, you were
a plastered master,

flying high
and falling low.

Did someone
spike my drink?

Yeah. You.
Self-inflicted.

Anyway, we have to
clean up the park.

The outdoor yoga ladies
have booked it from 11:00.

And if we don't, Mrs. Baker will
be applying these to our butts.

Come on.

Oh.

Hey, take it easy.
That's a heavy one.

Whoa! Ugh.

What the hell?

Todd!

No way.

Día de Los Muertos.

Yeah, I actually went to one
once when I was traveling

around Mexico.
It was quite spectacular.

What is it exactly?

It's like the ultimate
Mexican fiesta.

The Day of the Dead.

Festival of death?

Or a celebration
to honor the dead

rather than
just mourn them.

Well, all I know is I had
way too many margaritas

than I should have
and got a tattoo

somewhere
I shouldn't have.

Don't ask.

So you got a tattoo
where exactly?

I said don't ask.

Okay.

This is T.J. French.

He and his wife, Amelia,
own the bakery in town.

As in
the French Bakery?

Mm.
It's a shame.

He made an excellent
oat macchiato.

Hello, T.J.

It seems you took the festive
theme a little too far.

Good morning, Mike.

What a glorious day
it is today.

I see you dressed up
for a special occasion.

I, uh...

No, I know.

You are always understated,
even on special days.

- I appreciate that.
- Uh-huh.

Interesting.

You'd think this man
has been strung up by his neck

like a chicken that crowed
three times before noon.

- Would you not?
- I don't really know
what that means,

but it appears
he's been hanged, yes.

But appearances
can be deceiving.

There seems to be a distinct
lack of bruising to his neck.

I will, of course, know more
when I get him on a slab.

But I would bet my
tort na den' rozhdeniya

that he was dead
before he was strung up

like a rooster
in disguise.

Could the victim have been

killed last night
during the festival?

I can say this man has been
dead for at least 20 hours,

perhaps longer.

Is there anything else
you'd like to say?

No.

Uh, 20 hours suggests that

he died sometime
yesterday morning.

So we start with a list
of all the stall holders.

Mm.
I'll talk to Frodo.

Every year, the SSA plans
a themed festival.

The SSA?

Uh, Small Stallholders
Association.

We have a new theme
every year.

Last year it was
the Baby Jumping Festival.

Yeah, that didn't
end well.

Well, this year we "unamanously"
decided on the Day of the Dead.

Well, almost "unamanously"

Some weren't in favor?

Well, thank you all for
your interesting suggestions

for this year's theme.

I think we've got it
narrowed down to two options.

So, all those in favor
of the mud wrestling festival?

And the Day of the Dead?

Seriously?
I told you guys,

Día de Los Muertos isn't
some stupid money-making scheme.

It's not even the right time
of the year

for La Muerte Díos.

T.J., my friend,
change your vote.

A little mud wrestling
never hurt anyone.

It's nothing personal,
Miguel.

It's just way too cold
for anyone to strip off and mud

at this time of the year.

No one wants that.

Besides, a Mexican theme
is just way more profitable.

People would rather buy churros
than mud pies.

Not everything
should be about profit.

I'll have nothing
to do with it.

I really thought Miguel
would be into it

since he's Mexican,
you know?

It's supposed to just be a nice,
tame event for the whole family.

Yeah, but if it was supposed
to be such a tame event,

how come you're nursing
a big hangover this morning?

Uh, that might
have been my fault.

We started it off with making,
uh, regular coffees.

But once the sun went down,
I thought it might be

a good idea to make some
more special coffees,

if you know what I mean.

Nothing illegal.

Yeah, mostly coffee and a--
and a shot of, uh, liqueur.

But I think he tasted tested
one too many.

It all gets a bit hazy
about 9:00 p.m.

I think I need
to lie down.

Well, plenty of aspirin
down at the station.

Come on.

Uh, good morning,
Mrs. French.

I'm Detective Kristin Sims.

Has something happened
to T.J.?

Um, well, would you mind
if I came inside?

Oh, God.
Something has happened.

Uh, I regret to inform you,
Mrs. French,

but a-- a body was found
this morning.

Dead?
He's dead?

Are you sure?

I'm so sorry.

Mrs. Baker: Well, I was
given the honor

by the Small Stallholders
Association

to run the festival.

Well, I thought it would be
a great opportunity

to have a wedding stall.

I mean, you never know
when the young and in love

might spontaneously decide
to tie the knot.

Well, I've got
some really lovely packages

I think you might
be interested in.

This is classical or gothic,
or I've got jungle over here.

That's fun.

What can you tell me
about the French Bakery stall?

Always a big seller,

but T.J. never showed up.

Amelia was run off her feet
all night, poor thing.

Be just one second.
Two croissants? Okay.

Yes, we've got it.
Yeah, yeah.

Just one second,
one second.

T.J. was right there
all the time?

OMG.

Who was responsible
for putting up all the effigies?

Well, they were outsourced
to local artists,

I mean, anyone who wanted
to make one, really.

People were turning up
with them all morning.

Frodo,
please keep moving.

I need you to sort out
the coffee cart,

and then you need to sort out
this broken... Frodo: Huh?

Oh, he looks amazing.
Hello!

Awesome.

Uh, do you recall what time
Amelia got there?

Maybe 1:00 p.m.?

All right.
I'm gonna need

all the names
of the stallholders.

Oh. Of course.
The Beating Heart of Brokenwood

was run by
Morgana Marincovich.

She's got the crystal shop
in town.

Oh, how wonderful.

I see a lot of travel
in your future.

I would avoid trains,
though, if I were you,

and planes,

and anything with wheels,
just to be safe.

And those stalls?

Ah, well,
the Pitru Paksha stall

was run by Karishma Patel.

Her family owns
the Brokenwood Dairy.

Karishma looked
absolutely stunning

in her red sari
last night.

And Whenua Chocolates
was run by Ngahuia Johnson.

All handmade, artisan,
you know?

Lovely girl.
Very talented.

I mean, I would be
very much surprised

if either of those girls
were mixed up

in this terrible business.

Can I ask why you thought
something had happened to T.J.,

Mrs. French?

He was supposed to help me
at the festival,

but he never showed up.

You're Amelia?

I'm late.
Sorry.

And then when
his van was here,

but he didn't come home
last night,

I-I sensed that
something wasn't right.

It's okay.
Just take your time.

So he didn't come home
last night?

Was there a reason
you didn't think to report that?

How did he die?

Uh, there will be
an examination

to determine the exact
cause of death, but...

I can say he was found

hanging from a tree.

What?

What tree?

Uh, a tree
at the festival park.

Quite close to your stall.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Thank you.
Have a great night, ladies.

Oh, my God!

That was him?

Oh. Oh.

I don't know what happened,

but I know that T.J.
didn't kill himself.

Someone has done that
to him.

Oh!

Thanks.
I feel terrible.

Well, the, uh, aspirin
should help.

No, I mean,
my whole thing was my idea.

No one was supposed
to actually die.

I can't get arrested for
coming up with the theme, can I?

I think you're good.

I really thought
we'd nailed it this year.

Richie even said it was as good
as the festivals he goes to

in the big [indistinct].

- Richie?
- Yeah, Richard Wright.

Richie.
We went to school together.

He's just moved back
to Brokenwood.

Come to think of it, he used
to date T.J.'s wife, Amelia.

I'm sorry. I know this
is hard, Mrs. French.

Thanks.
Just call me Amelia.

Amelia, um...

when was the last time
you saw T.J.?

Yesterday morning.

It would have been around
about 7:30 before he went

to the bakery to bake the bread
for the festival.

And I stayed here
to make the churros.

And then we were supposed
to meet at the park.

But by the time I got there,

he'd already dropped
the bread off and gone.

So I-I figured that
he was still upset with me.

What was he upset about?

We've been married
for almost 20 years.

But recently,

things hadn't been
very good between us.

And then Richie
moved back to town.

Sorry. Richie?

This, uh, Richie Wright--
is he single?

No, he's engaged.

Wait. No.
Richie, is that you?

Frankie Oades.

Wow.
How are you, Frodo?

- Good. Hey. Good to see you.
- Good to see you, too.

This is my girlfriend,
Hope.
Hey.

Fiancée.
Sorry.

- Uh, Todd.
- Hey.

Hey, wedding gift.
On the house.

- Oh, thank you.
- Hey, one for you, too.

- Thanks, mate.
- I'm just gonna...

Mm-hmm.

Richie,
want some of this?

Oh, yeah.
Why not?

His fiancée is
a total babe.

Thanks, Frodo.
Stay as long as you like.

Morning. I'm looking for
Ngahuia Johnson.

Ah, you're speaking to her.

D.C. Chalmers.

Do you mind
if I ask you a few questions

about yesterday's
festival?

Why?
A man was found dead
there this morning.

He's been identified
as T.J. French.

I believe you had
a stall near his.

T.J. is dead?

Yeah.
How well did you know him?

Well, we're both members
of SSA,

but that's--
that's about it.

And what time did you
arrive at the park?

I guess
around about 12:30.

Did you happen to see
whether a mariachi

was already hanging
from the tree near your store?

Come over
and say hi later?
I will.

That was T.J.?

So he was already hanging there
when you were setting up?

Y-Yeah. Uh...

Yeah, he was.

Oh, God.
Oh. Poor Amelia.

Yeah, how was Mrs. French
yesterday?

Did she seem
her usual self?

Oh, I don't know her
that well either,

but, yeah, actually,
she did seem a bit upset.

I just assumed it was
because T.J. never showed up.

She was overworked.

Excuse me.
You forgot your change.

Thank you.
Thanks.

Thank you. Sorry, I'll just
check whether these are...

No, just a little bit longer.
What can I get for you?

Did you notice any suspicious
activity during the festival?

Um, no, not during.
Before maybe.

When we were setting up,

I saw someone, uh,
lurking in the trees.

They were quite far away, but I
could have sworn it was Miguel.

Miguel Fernandez,
from the Lucky Taco truck?

Ah, he wasn't happy with
the Day of the Dead thing.

Um, in his opinion, he thought
it was cultural appropriation,

which I totally get
and support.

But that's-- that's not
what we were doing.

You think his concerns
were unfounded?

Well, there's festivals
dedicated to the dead

all around the world.
They're a positive thing.

And make a little money
on the side.

Well, you gotta
pay the bills.

Can you think of
anyone else

who might have held
a grudge against T.J.?

Well, there...

If there's someone else,
it's best you tell me now.

Okay, well, I did hear a rumor
that Morgana Marincovich

had given a reading
to T.J. recently,

and he was--
he was pretty dark on her.

I think you should
reconsider

giving Morgana Marincovich
a stall.

My goodness. Why?

She's a rip-off artist.

Oh, T.J., I can't do that.

People love her
at these festivals.

I'm telling you,
she's a liar and a fraud.

Okay, uh,
thanks for that.

If there's anything else...

...give me a call.

Did you hear that?

Uh, Frodo mentioned
that Amelia French's

ex-boyfriend
Richard Wright

has just moved back
to Brokenwood.

Yeah, and that had caused
some tension

between her and T.J.

Richie and I were
high school sweethearts.

He went away.
I married T.J.

That was the end
of the story.

So what caused the argument
between you and your husband?

T.J. was a jealous person.

So when I heard that Richie
moved back, I didn't tell him.

Of course,
he found out anyway.

And when did you find out
he was back?

A few days ago.
But I haven't seen him, I swear.

I don't even care
about Richie.
Come on.

Do you really expect me
to believe that?

That good-looking Richie Wright,
the love of your life,

returns to Brokenwood
and you don't care?

She maintains that T.J.
left for the bakery

straight after
their fight at 7:30 a.m.,

and that was the last time
she saw him.

His van was still parked
in the driveway.

Forensics are
looking into it.

And Richie?

She says
she hasn't seen him

since he moved back
to Brokenwood.

Do we believe her?

Ngahuia Johnson recalls

seeing T.J.'s body
hanging from the tree by 12:30.

And during that time,

Amelia said she was at home
prepping churros.

If she's
telling the truth.

Sure, but let's say
T.J. died at 7:30.

Could Amelia have met him at
the park and killed him there?

It would still give her
enough time to race home

and get changed
before officially arriving.

Mm. If they were
fighting that day,

that would give her motive.

She's not the only one
with a motive.

It seems T.J. French
has been rubbing a few people

up the wrong way
in the last few weeks.

T.J. was badmouthing
Morgana Marincovich

over a palm reading
and wanted to get her

kicked out
of the festival.

That's hardly enough
to motivate a homicide.

Still worth following up.

Ngahuia Johnson also thinks
she saw Miguel Fernandez

acting strangely
at the park.

Now, he was upset with the SSA
over the Day of the Dead theme.

Uh, Frodo corroborated that.

Miguel tried to get
T.J. French to change his vote.

Gina.

Mike,
I'm ready for you.

Uh, I'm on my way.

Gloves?
Uh, no, thanks.

Nice earrings.

Thank you, Mike.

I only wear them
for special occasions.

Oh, so you went to
the Day of the Dead festival?

No.

Oh. Well, they are certainly
very festive.

Uh, the post-mortem--

did it reveal anything
out of the ordinary?

As I suspected,

there were no premortem
ligature marks on the neck.

There was, of course, some
slight abrasion from the rope,

but no bruising, as would be
expected in a death by hanging.

Also distinct livor mortis
on the torso and thighs.

Meaning
he died on his side?

Correct.

So the victim was dead before
he was hung up in the tree.

But that's not all
I discovered.

The victim has subconjunctival
hemorrhage in both eyes.

And see here?
Some biological residue

in a corner of the mouth,

as well as some burning
on the lips and tongue.

Bloodshot eyes and vomit.

During my work,

I noticed a strong smell
of strawberries.

He ate

not long before he died.

That's not Russian, is it?

Strawberry chocolate, Mike.

The sort of thing you might give
someone on a special occasion.

Uh, sure,
but strawberry chocolates

- aren't usually deadly.
- By themselves, no.

But coupled
with the broken capillaries,

which suggests
a violent seizure,

and the vomit,

I suspect our victim
died from poison.

I'll know more
when toxicology report's back.

Oh.
Nice work, Gina.

Uh, Mike,

poison is normally
a woman's weapon.

I would bet my
tort na den' rozhdeniya

an angry woman did this.

I'm sure it won't be that hard
for you to find one.

Detective Sims.
We're just making inquiries

about the Day of the Dead
festival.

Please.
Thanks.

Cute house.

Oh, thank you.
Yeah, it was my granddad's.

Left it to me.
Oh.

So you've moved
to Brokenwood?

Oh, uh, for a minute.

We're just gonna
do the place up and sell it.

Also gives Hope a chance
to see where I grew up.

Yeah, Brokenwood is really--
it's really cute.

You know, I could actually see
us living here one day.

Wow. Careful.
Might hold you to that.

So, um, you both attended
the festival around 6:00 p.m.?

Uh, yeah.
I mean, give or take.

I thought the organizers
did a really good job.

Yeah, the atmosphere
was fantastic.

There was a mariachi effigy
hanging from a tree.

Did either of you--

Sorry.
What's a mariachi?

Uh, a Mexican band player.
Musician. A black suit.

Embroidery.
Did either of you see it?

Mm. I want to say maybe.

There was a lot going on,
so I can't be sure.

Uh, what about
the French Bakery stall?

Did you stop there
at all?

Uh, yeah, yeah,
we saw that.

Yeah.
Stopped by.

Owned by Amelia French.

Yeah.

This morning, the body
of Amelia's husband,

T.J. French,
was found at the park.

What?
Sorry.

T.J. French is dead?

Hence, I'm interested in
your relationship with Amelia.

What--
What relationship?

Well, I understand
she's your ex-girlfriend.

Uh, I mean,
ex is being generous.

We dated, I mean, briefly,
when we were teenagers.

But I take it
you also know T.J.?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

But I moved away
from Brokenwood

when I was 18 to study.

Never came back.

Not even to visit
your grandfather?

Uh, yes, um, once or twice,
but they were--

they were fleeting visits.
I never stuck around.

Right. So you're saying
you haven't seen

T.J. or Amelia French
since you left Brokenwood?

Apart from seeing Amelia
at the festival yesterday, no.

Have a good night.

Amelia, right?

Wow. It's been a minute.
Uh, Richie from high school.

Nice to see you.

Yeah, really nice
to see you, too.

You, uh,
haven't aged a day.

Uh, sorry. This is--
This is Hope, my fiancée.

Hi.
Lovely to meet you.

Hi.

Hello.
Would you like some churros?

Yeah.

- Chocolate sauce.
- Hey, we better
let you go.

- You seem busy.
- Okay.

- Yeah.
- So nice to meet you.

You too.

Chocolate sauce?

Uh, we left
not long after that.

Yeah, we really
weren't there that long.

Maybe an hour or so.

Okay, uh, well,
thank you both.

Oh, just one more thing.

Where were you both
earlier in the day

before you went
to the festival?

We were both here
gardening.

Fighting the weeds.

Give them a chance,
they'll take over everything.

Okay, uh, well,
thanks again.

Mr. Fernandez.

D.C. Chalmers.

I wasn't
at that stupid festival.

Okay. Didn't ask.

I heard
what happened to T.J.

Terrible thing.
What else can I say?

A Mexican festival seems like
the perfect place

for a taco truck,
yet you weren't there.

In my culture,
Día de Los Muertos

is a day to celebrate
those who have passed,

not some cheesy dress-up party
to sell sombreros

and get your face painted.

Reports are that you were
very hostile at the SSA meeting.

It's not even November.

My abuela would be turning
in her grave,

God rest her soul,
if she saw me partake

in some shonky
Día de Los Muertos

for no better reason
than to make money.

She'd come down
and haunt me herself.

Seems like she wanted T.J.
instead.

Do you recall the last time
you saw T.J.?

Yesterday.
What time?

It was early in the morning.
Must have been around 8:00 a.m.

What were you doing here
so early?

Breakfast tacos.

Do you mean
breakfast burritos?

Every man and his dog cafe
does breakfast burritos.

Breakfast tacos makes you
stand out from the crowd.

The Crunchita.
Mm-hmm.

Freeze-dried strawberries
and dark chocolate

with a smear of Vegemite.

Yeah. Very Kiwi, eh?
All inside of a crunchy taco.

A lucky way
to start the day.

Do you recall when T.J.
left the bakery?

Uh, it must have been
around 11:00 a.m.

Was he with anyone
when he left?

Not that I saw.

Thank you.

How long were you here
yesterday?

I packed up at 1:00 p.m.

And then?
I went home.

So if a witness claimed
to have seen you

at the park at that time,
you'd dispute it?

I avoided that festival
like the plague.

Okay.
Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Kia ora!
My gosh.

Your aura is the brightest
yellow I have ever seen.

Okay.

Uh, I'm D.C. Daniel Chalmers
from the Brokenwood CIB.

Are you Morgana Marincovich?

Oh, my God.
You've got the wrong person.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

- So you're not Morgana?
- Yes.

- Yes, you're not?
- No, I am.

Right.

Good.

You had a stall at
the Day of the Dead festival?

Yes.

And your store was alongside
the French Bakery stand?

Yes?

That's not
a trick question.

Okay. Yes.

Uh, and T.J. French--

did you have reason
to be upset with him recently?

Why would I?

Something about
a bad reading.

Totally false.

I gave him an excellent reading.
Ask him yourself.

I would, but T.J. French
was found dead this morning.

Oh, my God.

It's very sad, obviously,
but I can confidently say

I had nothing to do
with the death of T.J. French

or anyone else...
who might have died yesterday.

No one else died,

that I know of.

Do you?

No.

Uh, did you happen to see
any suspicious activity

at the park
when you were there?

Maybe.

Hello?
Miguel, are you okay?

Aha! Here they are.

I-I dropped my keys.

Yes, I know.
I saw you.

No, I-I mean earlier.

Uh, but now
I have found them.

And now
I will be on my way.

I have no idea what he was
even doing there

after he cursed all of us.

You recall what time
that was?

Around 1:00
or just before.

But maybe you didn't
hear that from me.

Thank you, Morgana.
We'll be in touch.

Uh, Gina confirmed
that T.J. was already dead

when he was hung
in the tree.

She suspects he was poisoned
and that the poison was

in something that contained
dark chocolate and strawberries.

Aside from Ngahuia Johnson
making her own chocolate range,

Miguel Fernandez

sells a breakfast taco
called The Crunchita,

which is freeze-dried
strawberries and dark chocolate

with a smear of Vegemite.

How does that work?

I don't think it does.

But Miguel claims to have seen

T.J. leave the bakery
at around 11 a.m.

on the day
of the festival.

So T.J. died
and was hung in the tree

sometime between
11:00 a.m. and 12:30

when Ngahuia saw
the mariachi in the tree.

According to Miguel,

T.J. was wearing civvies
when he left the bakery,

so during that time frame,
he must have changed

into mariachi outfit.

Or was changed
by the offender.

What if T.J. went home
to change

after he left the bakery,

then the fight With Amelia
picked up where it left off

and then she killed him?

But why would Amelia
hang T.J.'s body

directly above
her own stall?

The old hide-in-plain-sight
theory?

Less chance of anyone else
discovering him

until after the festival.

Yeah, but if Amelia
is telling the truth,

T.J. never returned home
that morning.

What about
the palm reader?

Morgana Marincovich claims
the reading was great

and that she had no reason
to be angry with T.J.

She confirms that Miguel
was at the festival,

despite him
strongly denying it.

And then there's the ex,
Richie Wright,

who says that
he and his fiancée

were at home all day,
and according to them,

they didn't leave
for the festival

until almost 6:00 p.m.,
which may or may not be true.

But if he's engaged to Hope,
why kill T.J.?

Unless there was something
going on between T.J. and Hope

that we don't know about?

Team.

- Todd?
- Yeah. Um...

I-I have information.

Uh, but it can't
come from me,

even though it could
only have come from me.

What is it, Todd?

I'm pretty sure I know
how that body got into the tree.

Uh, thing is, I was just
helping out, you know,

for any of the store holders
that needed a hand.

Awesome.

Hey, you need a hand?

I just thought it was
another piñata, you know?

Oh. Holy guacamole.

That's heavy, he is.

Lot of lollies in this one, eh?

Don't mention it.

They just, um, disappeared
into the crowd.

This person--
male or female?

Uh, the thing about skeletons
is, once you get to that stage,

the whole gender thing
is hard to pick.

And you're sure
they didn't speak?

Not even a "thank you."

Can you give me
an estimate of height?

Not that tall,
not that short.

M-Maybe my height.

- But they were alone?
- Uh, it's hard to say.

There were
a heap of people around.

Me pulling T.J. up--

does that make me an accessory
after the fact?

Not unless there's something
else you're not telling us.

Well, I told you
everything I know.

It feels real good
to get this off my chest, too.

Morning.

G'day.

Uh-huh.
We already talked

to your colleague
yesterday.

I just have a few
follow-up questions.

Do you, now?

If you don't mind.

Is your fiancée home?

Hope. Uh, no, she's just
ducked into town

to pick up some supplies.

I can call her back
if you like.

No need.
It's you I wanted to talk to.

Well, I already told
your colleague everything.

Everything
about Mrs. French?

Meaning?

You claim not to have
seen her for years.

But I wondered,
without your fiancée here,

whether you wanted to amend
your version of the story?

Because...?

I find it hard
to believe.

Good instincts.

Yeah, I may have, uh,

blurred the facts on that
a little bit.

I-I didn't want
to upset Hope.

So you have seen
Amelia French recently?

When my grandad
started ailing, I, uh--

I made a point of seeing Amelia
every time I came back to visit.

Nothing scandalous.

Just two old friends
catching up.

But I didn't want Hope
getting the wrong idea,

so I didn't tell her.

When, uh, Detective Sims came
to the door yesterday,

I, uh...

I didn't know what to say,
so I, um...

you know.

Did you lie about your
whereabouts on Saturday morning?

No.
Absolutely not, no.

Hope and I were here
all day gardening.

Can you verify that?

Actually... yeah.

We were out here all morning
cutting back the overgrowth,

just knocking it into shape
so I can sell it.

So how exactly does this
prove your story,

other than with each other?

The neighbor.
He saw us.

He's there again,
isn't he?

Detective Chalmers.

A home visit.
To what do I owe this pleasure?

Mayor Bloom.

Oh, please.
Neil is fine.

Is this about the nasty business
at the festival?

- Did you attend?
- No. I had planned to,

and I feel slightly bad
for not making it.

But, uh, with my partner,
Gray, away on tour,

I decided it was
a good opportunity

to work on a Christmas gift
he'd given me.

3,000 pieces.
I simply got carried away.

Your neighbor, Richie Wright
and his fiancée, Hope--

Mm. Lovely couple.

Yeah, Richie claims
that you saw them

gardening on the morning
of the festival.

Mm-hmm. Indeed.
I definitely saw them both,

about 10:00, I'd say,

as I took a quick promenade
around my yard.

A breath of fresh air
does wonders for the brain

when you're closing in
on the sky.

Sky is always
the hardest part.

Very limited clues
with the sky,

apart from
the odd wispy cloud.

Um, around 10:00 a.m.,
you think?

Yes. Sorry.
It would have been that...

morning tea break.

I could hear raised voices.

I just wanted to make sure
everything was okay.

I don't know.

I kind of like
the place.

We will sell
and get back to the city.

- Hey!
- That was the plan.

I was, uh,
too far away to hear

what they were saying, unfortunately.

But it looked like I interrupted
a bit of a disagreement.

Then after that,
I went back to my puzzle,

and I don't know
where the day went.

Okay.

Um, thank you.

Would you, uh,
like to see it?

Sorry?
My puzzle.

I just completed it yesterday.
It is quite something.

I, um-- next time.

Uh, things to do.
Thank you, Mayor.

Yes, of course.
Of course.

Detective Sims.

- Hi, Karishma.
- How are you?

Thanks.
Yep.

Oh, actually,
I wanted to ask you--

I heard about T.J.

I feel terrible
for Amelia.

I understand that
you had a stall there.

That's right.

Do you recall
what time you arrived?

It would have been
around 12:30.

I got there at the same time
as Ngahuia.

Oh, it came together
beautifully.

Last one.
Great work.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.
So do you.

Come over and say hi
later?

I will.

Can you tell me
about your stall?

Well, lots of cultures
have festivals for the dead.

Samhain,
All Souls Day.

And in Hinduism,
we celebrate Pitru Paksha,

where we honor
our ancestors

and thank them
for all they've given us.

Um, how long have you been
stocking

the Whenua chocolates for?

Several months.
They're a good seller.

Oh. I'll grab
one of these, too.

Great.
Thanks.

Did you happen to notice

anyone acting suspiciously
at the festival?

I wish I had.

Uh, Detective, are you
absolutely certain

that it's T.J. who died?

- There's no mistake?
- Why? Were you two close?

No, I-I wouldn't say that.

But I knew him, of course,

from the Small Stallholders
Association, and I--

I just can't believe
he's dead.

Excuse me.
Hi. How can I help?

Just these, thanks.

Of course.

Hi.
Hi.

Okay, that will be 9.50.
Thanks.

Oh, thank you.

You're welcome.
Have a good day.

Thanks.

Uh, excuse me?
Ms. Franks?

Sorry.
Uh, I was just wondering

if I could ask you
a couple of--

Are you following me?

Ah, well, given
I was here first, no.

But there was just something
I wanted to discuss with you.

Yeah, I-I've told you
everything I know, so...

Uh, it won't take long, promise.

Um, your move to Brokenwood--
how's it been going?

Yeah, It's good.

I like it here,
but it's not permanent.

Richie and I are gonna be
back in the city before summer.

I guess it helps having
a fiancé who is from here.

Yeah, it's made it easier,
I suppose.

I hope it hasn't been awkward
for you, though.

You and Richie
coming back here

just as Amelia French
becomes a widow.

Wow.

Okay, look, there is
nothing going on

between Richie and Amelia,

if that's what you're trying
to imply here.

Fair enough.

Uh, so I just need to verify
your whereabouts

between 11:00 and 12:30
on the morning of the festival.

I'm a suspect now?

I didn't say that.

Yeah, well,
you didn't have to.

It's just procedure.

My colleague is talking
to Richie again, too.

Okay, well, then you'll know
that I was with him at home.

We worked in the garden
all day.

Suddenly he got all nostalgic
and wanted to hold on

to the place,
so we talked about it.

Part of my childhood.
There's no hurry here.

Oh, my God.
What has gotten into you?

Actually, halfway
through our conversation,

I saw his creepy neighbor
watching us through the trees.

So check with him
if you need to.

Uh, yep.
We will.

Thanks.

♪ Empty promises

♪ That only end
in sad goodbyes ♪

♪ I'm not sayin,
love ain't real ♪

♪ But this sure ain't it

♪ I'm not sayin'
love ain't real ♪

Mrs. French?

Uh, apologies.
I tried knocking.

Uh, D.S.S. Mike Shepherd.

Forgive me. I've--

I've just been
in a daze ever since.

Fully understandable.

I thought some gardening
might help, but I think

I've been staring at this
hydrangea for about an hour.

I can't even find
my wheelbarrow.

It's the toughest thing
to wrap your head around,

the loss of a loved one.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I keep expecting him just to
walk down the path like you did.

I know you've already spoken
to Detective Sims,

but if you wouldn't mind,
I have a couple more questions.

Take a seat.

The morning
of the festival,

you were here?

Uh, yeah.
Prepping the churros.

I sent T.J.
a couple of text messages,

but he didn't reply,
so I just got ready,

headed to the park,
expecting to meet him there.

Um, as I told
Detective Sims,

we'd had a disagreement
earlier that morning,

so I just figured
that he was still angry with me.

I never thought
that he was...

Uh, this disagreement--

it was regarding an old
acquaintance, Richard Wright?

Richie had nothing
to do with this.

I don't know
who killed T.J.,

but I know that
it wasn't Richie.

How do you know that?

He-- He just wouldn't
do that to me.

Why? Is there something that
you know that we don't?

There's nothing going on
between me and Richie.

But...?

But every now and then,
we would catch up for a coffee

when he came to town
to visit his grandfather.

Did the two of you
begin an affair?

No.
No, nothing like that.

We would just
catch up on life.

He told me all about
when he met Hope, his fiancée,

and how happy
she made him.

I was pleased for him.
Hope makes him happy.

I-- I would never
ruin that for him.

These brief visits--

did they somehow complicate
your relationship with T.J.?

Yeah, maybe.

And T.J. never knew
how you felt about Richie?

I never told him, no.

So if not Richie,
what caused the breakdown

in your relationship?

Uh, T.J. was
cheating on me.

T.J. was having
an affair?

I mean, at least
I think that he was.

I accused him of it,
anyway,

that morning before he left
for the bakery.

You were the love of my life.
I married you, remember?

Yeah, because
Richie left town.

Might have been a different
story if he'd stayed, right?

Please. It was 20 years ago.
This is stupid.

Yeah? No.

I'll tell you
what's stupid.

This marriage.
It's a joke.

The sooner we call it quits,
the better.

Yeah, you'd like that,
wouldn't you?

So you could move on
with that pretty little thing

you've been flirting with.

Who?
Ngahuia Johnson.

Ngahuia?

Yeah, trust me, she wouldn't be
interested in me

even if I was single.

Which I'm not, remember?

So you admit it.

You would have an affair
with her if you could.

Oh, get over yourself,
Amelia.

That was the last time
that I saw him.

What makes you think
he was having an affair

with Ngahuia Johnson?

It was about a week ago
at the dairy.

They didn't see me,
but I caught them flirting.

I'd love it.
Do you really mean it?

Yeah. I'm sure we can come
to some sort of understanding.

What are you doing later?

Honestly, I wouldn't
blame him if he was.

Our marriage
was as good as over.

Thank you for your candor,
Mrs. French.

It's always helpful.

Please call me Amelia.

Mrs. French
just seems so...

I mean,
is that even me anymore?

Boss.

Bring in
Ngahuia Johnson.

Morena.

It's a bit early
for the hard stuff, isn't it?

Well, that depends entirely
on what time zone you're in.

Maybe
I'm on Hawaiian time.

Fair enough.

Are you on Hawaiian time,
Detective?

That sounds nice, but no.

I wanted to talk to you
about the ingredients

in your chocolates.

They're all sourced here
in the Brokenwood region.

Like the ones in that book
that you're reading?

You interested in our
native flora and fauna, are you?

I am, when T.J. French
was killed by poison,

and the poison was contained
inside chocolates.

Any of the plants
in that book poisonous?

You can't be serious.

Let's talk more
down at the station.

Mrs. French, would you mind
if we took a look around inside?

Oh, please. Yeah.
Do what you have to do.

Great.
Thank you.

Oh, it's Gina.

Hi, Gina. You're on speaker.
I've got Mike with me.

I have
the toxicology results

from the blood
and stomach contents.

Okay. It's just as I thought.

The victim was poisoned

with an extremely high dose
of strychnine.

Strychnine?

Chocolates in his stomach
contain enough strychnine

to kill two or three
full-grown adults.

Death would have
been quick.

Uh, Gina, how quickly
are we talking?

It's possible he was dead
within minutes,

and it would have been
agony, Mike.

Strychnine is the most
excruciating way to die.

I-I'm sure.

More painful
than a Belarusian brass band

playing "Happy Birthday"
in a marble bathroom.

But the strychnine--
it would have been bitter?

Very. But dark chocolate
is also bitter.

It would mask the taste.

In fact, I would bet
my slightly stale

tort na den' rozhdeniya

he gobbled down a chocolate
or two quite quickly

before he even noticed.

Uh, but as you say,

poison is
a woman's weapon.

I'm glad you sometimes
pay attention to what I say.

"Na den' rozhdeniya."
Does that mean anything to you?

Um, no, I don't know.

Some kind of a weird
Russian quiche, maybe.

Thanks.

Let's get Mrs. French
down to the station.

Thanks.

Miguel.

Miguel, are you there?

You want to answer that?

Well, the problem we have,
Miguel,

is that multiple people
saw you at the festival.

Okay.

Okay, the truth is,

I didn't want to admit
that I was jealous.

- Jealous of who?
- Of everyone.

When I saw Mrs. French
all dressed up for the festival,

I was suddenly overcome
with homesickness.

I haven't been
to Mexico for years.

It's embarrassing,

but I just wanted to get
a glimpse of the festivities.

So you watched
from the bushes

because you wanted
to save face?

It sounds loco,

but I love
El Día de Los Muertos.

But I knew
after everything I said,

I wouldn't be welcome there,
so I just left.

It's my fault, I know.
I lost my cool.

- What else can you do?
- Wait. Um...

When did you see
Mrs. French

in the Day of the Dead
costume?

I was parked across
from the bakery.

Tacos! Tacos!

Come and get your tacos!

And when she came back out,

she had transformed
into an hermosa mujer.

What time was this?

Uh, must have been about
an hour after I saw T.J. leave,

so I guess around midday.

And when did she leave?

Maybe about
a half hour after.

That's when I packed up
and went to the park.

All right.
Thanks, Miguel.

Wait, so I'm not
being arrested?

For now.
If you want to sell more tacos,

maybe don't hide inside
when people come knocking.

Amelia,
evidence suggests

that your husband died
outside your home.

I see.

At a time that you claim
he wasn't there.

I understand.

Also, the chocolates
that were found

in your kitchen
this morning--

it's been confirmed
that they contain

a lethal dose
of strychnine.

I would like to speak
to my lawyer.

You use local ingredients
in your chocolates.

What type of ingredients
exactly?

Fruits mostly,
for the jam infusions.

Last time I looked,
that wasn't against the law.

Uh, it depends
on what plants you use.

Did you know it was possible
to extract strychnine

from nux vomica?

It's used
in herbal remedies.

I didn't know that.

But I don't use it
in any of my infusions.

Well, then how do you explain
the presence of strychnine

in the chocolates
that killed T.J. French?

Your chocolates.

Well, it wasn't me.
Oh, come on.

Anyone could have bought
my chocolates and laced them

with... whatever poison
you just said.

How would you describe your
relationship with T.J. French?

Relationship?

We were both members of SSA,
so I saw him at meetings.

So you and T.J. were just
business colleagues?

Nothing else?

We weren't even
business colleagues.

To be honest,
I didn't even like the guy.

- He was kind of a jerk.
- Based on what?

Let's just say
we didn't see eye to eye

on a few fundamental things.
Why?

Because Mrs. French thinks

that you were having an affair
with her husband.

Oh.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm not laughing.

Much. Much.

Um...

Look, I can't imagine

what Amelia is
going through right now.

And I feel bad for her.
I really do.

But there is absolutely
no way that I would

ever have an affair
with T.J. French.

Because you don't
see eye to eye?

Let's put it this way,
D.C. Chalmers--

gun to my head,

if I had to seduce
anyone in this room...

...it wouldn't be you.

And I'd happily do it
without a gun.

We'll talk
with you soon.

Anything I need to know?

Only that Ngahuia Johnson

was definitely not having
an affair with T.J. French.

Don't ask.

Okay, well,
even if that is true,

she's still
the chocolate maker.

She has
the best opportunity

to lace the chocolates
with strychnine.

Yeah, the problem is,

she claims that she was
with someone when T.J. died.

Well, even if you weren't
in a relationship with T.J.,

he was killed
by your chocolates.

And we still don't know your
whereabouts the morning he died.

Okay, fine.

I was with Mrs. Baker.

Mrs. Baker Mrs. Baker?
What exactly were you doing?

I'd rather not say.

Mrs. Baker.
Seriously?

Yeah, then she clammed up and
refused to say anything else.

Let's go straight
to the oracle.

Oh.

Till Death Do Us Part.

Becky Baker speaking.
How can I help?

Mrs. Baker,
it's D.C. Chalmers.

Oh, officer, this is
my first one, I swear.

What?

Well, I just popped in
to meet a lady and I thought,

oh, well, I'll just have
a sneaky one, wet my whistle,

you know, just before
we get down to it.

But I don't make
a habit of it.

Where are you?

The Croc and Panther.

Well, I was in a client
meeting that morning.

A lovely couple.

And this couple-- can I have
their names to verify?

Oh, well,
I'm sworn to secrecy.

But I can say
that I'm beside myself

with excitement
at the possibility

of seeing two wedding dresses
at the special event.

Two wedding dresses?

It's my first
lesbian wedding,

and I could not be
more thrilled.

Is one of the brides-to-be
Ngahuia Johnson?

Oh, I cannot say.

And what about
the other bride?

I've already said
too much.

And that's what you call

client-wedding planner
privilege.

You'd have to ask Ngahuia.

Oh.

Oh, I should not have had
that second wine.

I just can't seem
to get away from you.

I have it on good authority

that you've been
planning a wedding.

Mrs. Baker needs to learn
how to keep her mouth shut.

And if Mrs. Baker
is correct,

then your wedding meeting
took place during the time

- T.J. French died.
- Is that right?

So I'd say it's in
you and your partner's

best interest
to come clean.

What if we're not ready to go
public with our relationship?

The information will be kept
within the investigation team.

What do you think?

Well, I guess the point
of getting married

is to make
a public statement.

D.C. Chalmers,
Karishma Patel.

- Hello.
- Besides, T.J. already
forced my hand.

In what way?

When he discovered Ngahuia
and I were in a relationship,

he threatened to expose it
to our family.

My family.

You know, Ngahuia,
we should discuss

you putting a stand
into the bakery.

We get a lot of customers.

I'd love that.
Do you really mean it?

Yeah, I'm sure we can come to
some sort of understanding.

- What are you doing later?
- Oh, no, gross.

Get your hands off me.

Oh, aren't you
a little tease?

I'm not teasing you. T.J.
Trust me.

You're not even close
to being my type.

So what is your type, exactly?

I am.

Well, well.

Aren't you two good
at keeping secrets?

Does your family know?

That's really
none of your business, T.J.

Well, I'm sure your father
wouldn't, uh, feel the same way.

- Is that a threat?
- Hey, I'm just saying,

if you were my daughter,
I'd want to know.

My family are
very conservative,

and, uh, I've always been
expected to marry

and have many children
with a respectable man.

T.J. knew that, but it's--
it's not a life I wanted.

Yeah, we were scared,

but we didn't want
Mr. and Mrs. Patel

to find out
from the likes of T.J.

So I decided
to tell them myself.

You know what?

Turns out they're really
happy for me.

So, in a strange way,
T.J. did me a favor.

And he's still a jerk.

What? I'm just saying
what everyone else is thinking.

I made it clear
to Mrs. French

that she's under no obligation
to answer any of your questions,

Detective Shepherd,
if she doesn't want to.

I've got nothing
to hide.

Huh. On the morning
of the festival,

you claim to have been
at home until you left

for the festival
at approximately 12:00, 12:30,

is that correct?
Yes.

And you deny that
your husband came home

at any stage
during that time?

- That's correct.
- Then how do you explain

what we found
by the path at your house?

I can't.

We have traces of
the strychnine that killed T.J.

deposited in his vomit
by the bush.

Uh, we also have chocolates,
also containing strychnine,

that were found
in your house.

Well, he could have been
given those by Ngahuia Johnson.

Did you find out whether
they were having an affair?

Uh, we did,
and they weren't.

At this stage, we don't believe
that Ms. Johnson

had anything to do
with T.J.'s death.

How do you explain the
chocolates being in your house?

I can't.

I mean, there must be
some explanation, but...

How about you start
by being honest

regarding your whereabouts
that morning?

I've told you
where I was.

Yet we have a witness
that can place you in town

at the bakery at midday,

when you claim
to have been at home.

Your witness
must be mistaken.

Perhaps they saw someone
who looked like my client.

Huh. The person in question
knows you.

Miguel has his own reasons
for lying.

He was angry at everyone
after that SSA meeting,

particularly T.J.
because they were friends.

I never said it was
Mr. Fernandez.

Detective, I think
my client is confused.

No, I'm not confused.

Miguel often parks
opposite the bakery.

But you should know that he came
to our house and threatened us.

- Geez, mate.
- What the hell, dude?

I thought we agreed to both vote
for the mud wrestling.

You know how I feel
about Día de Los Muertos.

I know, and I'm sorry,
but

no one else was into it.

I just went with
the group decision.

I won't forget this, man.

The next time
that you need a favor,

ask someone else.

Hey!

- He was threatening.
- He may well have been,

but he claims
that he saw you

at the bakery
the morning T.J. died.

What about
Morgana Marincovich?

She threatened T.J., too,
just a couple of days ago.

Hey, don't bother.
She's a con artist, mate!

Save your money.

- Hey!
- I've warned you.
T.J. French.

You better stop
turning my customers away,

or there will be
hell to pay.

Woooo!

T.J.!

The reading she gave him--
why was T.J. so angry about it?

He wouldn't say,
but he would tell

anyone who would listen
that she was a fraud.

I'm sure she would do anything
to shut him up.

That may well be true,

but it's your movements
that are in question.

I went straight from my house
to the park,

and T.J. never came home.

I think my client
has answered

enough questions for today,

if that's all, Detective?

You're free to go,
for now.

Uh, if you are shielding
someone else from our inquiries,

I would recommend
that you rethink that.

Our fingerprints came back.

Only T.J.'s and Amelia's
in his van,

so nothing conclusive there.

Any progress with Amelia?

Uh, she's still refusing
to admit

that T.J. came home that morning
or that she left.

She's lying.
I can't figure out why.

Well, if Miguel saw her
arriving at the bakery

at midday,
where was she coming from?

Yeah, if she wasn't
at home when T.J. died,

why wouldn't she admit to that
to put her in the clear?

She's trying to
protect someone.

What are we saying?

That Amelia thinks
Richie killed T.J.,

so she's lying
to protect him?

Mm.

The question we should
be asking is,

does Amelia think Richie
killed T.J., or does she know?

Because there's
a big difference.

Well, did he have
opportunity?

Um, Mayor Bloom
can only place Richie

in his garden
at 10:00 a.m.

So his fiance, Hope,
is the only person

who can confirm his whereabouts
for the rest of the day.

Yeah, well, I can see her
lying to protect him.

Yeah, but why would she
lie for him

if he was having
an affair with Amelia?

Maybe she doesn't know.

Which leaves us
with the question,

who else wanted T.J. dead
apart from Amelia and Richie?

Have I done something?

I don't know.
Have you?

If I say no,
you'll think I'm lying.

Not nec--And if I say yes,
you'll arrest me.

I don't know
how to answer.

How about we change
the question?

You can do that?

Um, this bad reading you gave
T.J. French-- tell me about it.

It wasn't a bad reading.

He just didn't like
what I told him,

which was enough for him
to start badmouthing me.

And you were angry
about that?

Of course.

He was turning people away
with his false accusations.

If anything, he should have
spent more time taking heed

of what I told him.

It might have
saved his life.

Hmm. That's
an interesting claim.

He had a terribly short
lifeline.

I warned him
if he wasn't careful,

he was probably
going to die.

I suggested he keep an eye out
for slippery stairs,

falling boulders,
that sort of thing.

He didn't take it
very well.

Sounds almost
like a threat.

I was just telling it
how it is.

It's like,
don't get your fortune read

if you don't want
to know the truth.

But I barely knew T.J.,
and his aura was black,

so he's not the kind of person
I like to spend my time with.

Okay. Um...

The morning of the festival,
before you went to the park,

do you recall
where you were?

I was giving a reading
here in the shop out the back.

Oh, I have never seen
such complementary auras

between two people.

They're kismet.

The who what?

Thanks to you both
for coming in.

Hope and I feel like
we've seen far too much

of you guys this week.

Ah, you claim not to have had
any contact with Mrs. French

on Saturday
prior to the festival.

Yeah. That's right.

The thing is, Amelia has
repeatedly failed to give us

a satisfactory account
of her whereabouts

at the time of the murder.

Well, maybe she's
protecting someone.

Well, why would she?
She could go to prison.

Amelia is fiercely loyal.
Always has been.

If we were able to verify
that Amelia wasn't at home

between 11:00 a.m. and 12:30
on the morning of the festival,

it would go a long way
towards helping her.

Is that when T.J. died?

We believe so, yes.

Well, then, uh,
that proves it.

Amelia couldn't have
done it.

And why is that?

Because she was with me.

So where were you?

Hope and I had a fight
about the house.

It's like part of my childhood.
And there's no hurry here.

What has gotten into you?

I don't know.

I kind of like the place.

No, Richie, we agreed.

We're gonna sell
and go back to the city.

That was always the plan.

Hey! If you hate it here
so much,

no one's stopping you
from leaving, okay?

Yeah, okay.
Great idea.

From there,
you went to see Amelia?

Yeah, we met at a cafe.

Uh, what time was this?

10:30, maybe just after.

We, uh, chatted
over coffee.

Amelia talked me down
off the ledge.

Are you, um...

Are you married,
Detective?

I have been.

I love Hope.
I really do.

But I don't know.

Sometimes I think maybe I should
just call the engagement off.

And how does Hope
feel about this?

Ha! Well, uh,
she doesn't know about that,

but, um...

but it's-- it's hard,
you know?

When you still have feelings
for someone else?

Yeah, Amelia was the one
that got away.

I don't know.
Sometimes life just, uh,

takes you in different
directions, I guess.

What happened
after the coffee?

Uh, Amelia had
an appointment booked.

Um, I definitely wasn't
ready to go home,

so I went with her.

What type of appointment?

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, I've never seen this
before.

You both have
light-pink auras.

It's representative
of the heart chakra.

Oh, what does that mean?

Your twin flames.

Ah.

Oh, dear.

Your love line
is tumultuous.

It's strong to begin with,
but then see here?

It breaks
and almost fades away.

Well, that sounds bad.

It means for many years
you've had

very little love
in your life.

Since you're married to T.J.,
that doesn't surprise me.

But I do see a future
of deep love for you.

And that love will last for
the rest of your life.

With T.J.

Oh, God, no.
He's a goner.

This broken line
is the end of a relationship.

But this line here
is the start of a new one,

and it's very strong.

Yours now, please.

Oh.

All right.

Oh, yes.

Oh, your heart lines
are almost identical,

as are your life lines.

From this point on,
your lives will be intertwined

and blissfully happy.

I don't think
that's possible.

Nothing is impossible
that the universe decides.

You two are destined
to be together.

Once the universe
decides something,

nothing can stand
in its way.

Kismet.

Richie lied.
He wasn't at home that morning.

Hmm. I'll see what Hope
has to say about that.

If Richie's finished,

I'd like to leave with him,
if that's okay.

Well, my boss just has
a few more questions.

Are you still claiming
that Richie and yourself

were at home
that morning?

As I said,
we were in the garden.

So it would surprise you then
if I told you

Richie has admitted that
he took off after your fight

and wasn't home again
for two hours?

What really happened
that morning?

We fought, and Richie took off
like he always does.

He always runs away
from conflict.

So I started packing.

Ugh.
Get me out of here.

So you were going to
leave town?

Yeah, I was, until...

...he came running back
with his tail

between his legs
like he always does.

He apologized?

Mm.

You know, we fight,
but...

yeah, I-I just couldn't
imagine my life without him.

And, uh,
when did he get back?

Just before 1:00, I think.

And then what happened?

We kissed and made up
and worked in the garden

until we went
to the festival.

After your reading
at the crystal shop,

- you went straight home?
- Mm-hmm.

And you didn't leave--

well, until you went
to the festival?

Correct.
You expect me
to believe that?

Up to you.
It's the truth.

Ex-boyfriend.
Unhappy relationship.

Still in love
with Amelia French.

In fact, some might say
that you had a vested interest

in Amelia
being single again.

You can't be serious.

You just told me that T.J. died
between 11:00 and 12:30.

- That's right.
- And I just told you

that I was with Amelia
between 11:00 and 12:00.

There's no way that
I could have killed T.J.

and then put him up in the tree.
I wouldn't have had time.

Except T.J. was poisoned.

Poison administered
through artisan chocolates.

Whoever gave T.J.
those chocolates

could easily have been
somewhere else when he died.

Were are you or Amelia
responsible for T.J.'s death?

No.

- Were you and Amelia?
- What?

I think you and Amelia
are playing this together.

She administered
the poison in the morning,

and then you came back
and took care of the body.

That didn't happen, okay?
I'm telling you the truth.

Oh, just like you did
to Detective Sims

in your first statement when you
said you were at home all day?

Yes. Okay, I did lie then.
I'm not lying now.

And why should
we believe you now?

Okay, so we've established
that Richie

did leave the house.

Why did you lie
about that?

Because I love him,
and--

and I couldn't be sure
where he was, so, I don't know,

I just, I thought it was best
I said he was with me.

Or perhaps it was because
you were worried

that he killed T.J.
What?

Don't be ridiculous.
Like, why would he even do that?

Because T.J. was the thing
between him and Amelia.

My God.
Look, I have--

I've already told you guys
multiple times

that there is nothing
going on between

Richie and Amelia French,
and I just--

I really need you
to accept that.

When's the wedding?

Sorry?
You and Richie.

If you don't mind
me asking.

Uh, well, we're--
we're actually waiting

until we sell
the house first, so...

So you haven't
set a date?

No.
How is that important?

To me, it's not.

Well, w-we are getting married,
and that's a fact.

Yeah.
Of course.

Do you recognize these?

They're chocolates.

Chocolates found in the
French house after the murder.

- I don't understand.
- Well, it's quite simple.

They were in
Amelia French's kitchen.

Uh, no, I mean,
that's impossible.

They're strawberry.
And?

Well, Amelia's allergic
to strawberries.

I mean, deathly allergic.
She can't even touch them.

If she went anywhere near those,
she would end up in hospital.

Well, she could have
worn gloves.

Yeah, I guess she could have.

But, I mean,
if she so much as

breathes the air
around these things,

she's gonna go
into anaphylactic shock.

Why would she take that risk

when she could just put
the poison into something else?

I'm telling you,

Amelia had nothing to do
with T.J.'s death.

Ah, curiosity got
the better of you, huh?

Sorry?
You want to see
my jigsaw after all.

Come on.
Uh, no, actually,
not that.

It's more of a professional
matter of the chemical kind.

Ah, okay.

T.J. French was killed
with strychnine.

Strychnine?
Mm.

Nasty stuff,
as I'm sure you know,

with some stealthy
attributes--

no odor,
and completely colorless

when it's in liquid form.

And bitter to taste.

Not that you'd want to.

How hard would it be
for someone

to get their hands on it?

Oh, almost impossible
these days.

And not something that you
keep in stock at the pharmacy?

Well, once upon a time, yes.

My grandfather talked about
how they used to sell it

over the counter
at the pharmacy back in the day.

And these days?

Oh, it was phased out
in the '40s and '50s.

But no doubt a few homes
still have the odd bottle

knocking around
in the back of a cupboard

or under the house.

Would an old bottle
still be lethal?

Mm. A sealed,
non-light-sensitive bottle?

Quite possibly, particularly
if it was in crystal form.

Strychnine
is surprisingly hardy.

Okay, um, thank you,
Mayor Bloom.

Do you want to just pop up
and have a look?

Love to, but, um...

Yep. And you get
a free taco with that.

And what if
I don't want a taco?

What's wrong with
my tacos?

I just want coffee.

No, man, you gotta try
these, um, breakfast tacos.

The Desperado is mean.

Get a coffee,
you take my taco.

If you don't like it, you can
throw it straight in the bin,

just like that woman
- from the other day.
- Mm.

But I dare you
not to like it.

That was brutal.

To be fair, though,
she was kind of surly.

She was like that
at the festival, too, eh?

- What woman is this?
- Well...

Uh, this is my girlfriend,
- Hope.
- Hey.

Fiancée.
Sorry.

- Uh, Todd.
- Hey.

Hey, wedding gift.
On the house.

- Oh, thank you.
- Hey, one for you, too.

- Thanks, mate.
- I'm just gonna...

Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah.
Thanks, fellas.

Like I said, surly.

What day did you see her
at the taco truck.

I'm pretty sure it was
the morning of the festival.

Mm. She was acting
kind of weird.

Can you be more specific?

Well, apart from, um,

throwing a perfectly good taco
in the bin,

she looked like she was
following her, um, boyfriend

without him knowing
she was following him.

You know, kind of like
an unfollowing following,

if you follow me.

Uh, but don't follow me
if that's okay.

Makes me nervous.

Richie?
Yeah, yeah,
that's the guy.

She watched him and, um,

Mrs. French
over there at the cafe.

Yeah, I remember that.

Would you like a taco?

I was trying out a new flavor--
corn flakes and parmesan.

She wasn't into it.
Maybe it was the parmesan.

You didn't tell me this
yesterday.

No, pues,
well, you didn't ask.

Unbelievable.

So Hope also lied about her
whereabouts that morning?

Lying about where she was
doesn't mean she killed T.J.

I mean, what's her motive?
She'd never even met him.

This was premeditated,
and it would make more sense

for her to kill Amelia,
not T.J.

But if Hope
was following Richie,

she can prove that he never
moved T.J.'s body.

Unless she saw him do it
but is protecting him.

Well, yeah, she's lied
to protect him before.

It comes back to
who has the best motive.

Well, surely
that's Amelia.

She might have
loved T.J. once,

but she clearly wasn't
in love with him anymore.

Wanted him
out of the way?

I have a hunch
on the source of the strychnine,

but I don't have a warrant.

A big hunch?
Little hunch?

Pretty big.

Go.

Richie.
Mike Shepherd.

Yeah, we have a new
line of inquiry.

Oh, come on, Detective.
Enough is enough.

Okay? I'm over it.
Hope is over it.

Amelia's over it.

In fact, she's invited us over
for tea and cake

to help get some closure
on all of this.

- I see.
- So either
talk to my lawyer,

or better still,
just leave us alone.

Fancy a spot
of afternoon tea?

Chalmers, good work.

Thank you both
so much for coming.

No, thank you
for inviting us.

It's lovely
to get to meet you properly.

- Wow. Thank you.
- There you go.

- Detectives.
- Oh, come on.

What did I just say
on the phone?

Is this some type
of ambush?

- No, I didn't invite them.
- I hope we're not too late.

Or at the very least, harassment.

Would you like a cup of tea?
A piece of cake?

Uh, thanks, but no.
Richie, put the tea down.

- What?
- Put it down.

No one is to touch
the cake or the tea.

- Why?
- We believe the cake
or the tea

or both is laced
with strychnine.

What?

- Oh, my God.
- No.

I swear
I didn't poison T.J.

You wanted him
out of the way.

- No.
- So what?

You can finally get
your claws into Richie?

Is that it?
No.

I invited you both here today
to apologize

for dragging you
into this mess.

Unbelievable,
Amelia.

What, did you bring me here
to knock me off, too?

No.

All right,
then prove it.

Go on.

Go on, prove it.

I knew it.

You wanted to
get back with Richie,

so you had to get rid
of your husband.

Amelia, is that true?

Well, that depends on where
the strychnine came from.

Uh, 10 minutes ago.

D.C. Chalmers revisited
your grandfather's shed.

Your grandfather wasn't
much of a gardener, was he?

The shed hasn't been
touched in decades.

Hence, there are some very old
bottles of pesticide in there.

The common poison in some of
those pesticides is strychnine.

Now, since it didn't
have a lock,

almost anyone had access
to the shed,

but someone knew
what was in there

and what those bottles
contained.

♪ I'll be the one
to say goodbye ♪

♪ I'll be the one

The chocolates were easily
purchased from the local dairy.

Oh, I'll grab
one of these, too.

The strawberry ones were covered
in dark chocolate,

which would have disguised
the bitter taste of the poison.

♪ You better keep
your eyes on me ♪

But we know
that the chocolates

made their way here
to this house.

The thing about chocolates
is that they're tempting.

♪ And I'll be the one
to tell you sweet lies ♪

The offender was
depending on that.

♪ And I'll be the one
in the real cool disguise ♪

♪ Keep your eyes on me

♪ I run away
right into her arms ♪

♪ You better
keep your eyes on me ♪

♪ The long kiss goodnight,
uh-huh ♪

♪ The long kiss goodnight,
it's goodbye and good night ♪

T.J. might have assumed
that they were from Richie

in a blatant overture to Amelia,
but what he couldn't have known

was that the offender
was waiting nearby.

♪ It's a long kiss goodnight

♪ It's goodbye
and good night, my dear ♪

Seems that T.J. had just
enough time to get changed

before the poison
kicked in.

The hardest part would have been
moving the body

from here to the park.

But we know that Amelia
has misplaced her wheelbarrow.

From there,
it was easy.

Awesome.

The offender made sure
to leave the bread

so that Amelia would assume
that T.J. had been and gone,

later dropping the car
back here.

Hey, you need a hand?

Oh, thanks.

Oh. Holy guacamole.

That's heavy, he is.

Lot of lollies in this one, eh?

Don't mention it.

Well, arrest her.

She killed her husband.
She's clearly very deranged.

Except Amelia
didn't kill T.J.

She couldn't have.

Amelia suffers from
pseudo anaphylaxis

and is deathly allergic
to strawberries.

But the offender
didn't know that.

In fact, if they had,
I would say that they wouldn't

have used chocolate strawberries
in the first place,

because T.J. wasn't
the intended target.

Amelia was.

I realized I'd been looking at
the mirror the wrong way round.

Amelia being the target
made more sense,

so the offender
had to be someone

that didn't know about
Amelia's allergy,

someone who was jealous of her,
wanted her out of the way.

Amelia, right?

Wow. It's been a minute.
Uh, Richie from high school.

Nice to see you.

Yeah, really nice
to see you, too.

The offender needed
a disguise

in order to hide
T.J.'s body in plain sight.

The Day of the Dead
was a gift.

You killed the wrong person,
didn't you, Hope?

It was Amelia
who you wanted dead.

But even after killing T.J.
by mistake,

you realized you could still
get Amelia out of the way

by framing her
for his murder.

So you put the chocolates
in her kitchen

knowing that we would
find them.

But when that didn't
seem to work,

you tried again today,
didn't you?

Then placing the tea
in front of her.

Hope.

Tell me that's not
what happened.

You still had feelings
for her, didn't you?

You killed T.J.?

No! No, I...

I did-- I didn't--
I didn't mean to, okay?

I just--
it was supposed to be her.

I did this for us.

No!
Come on.

- Don't!
- Richie, come on.

Surely you can see
what she's trying to do here.

Richie.

Are you happy?

You got exactly
what you wanted, didn't you?

Exactly what you wanted.

Oh, you're good.

I hate you.

I truly wish
that you were dead.

Hope, for God's sake.

Agh!

She's trying to make me
look crazy.

I'm not crazy!

All right, Hope,
that's enough.

You can tell us all about it
at the station.

You know, for a minute there,
I actually thought you did it.

For a second,
I thought it was you.

We're both idiots.

Do you think those two will
be able to move on after this?

Oh, love always
finds a way.

Does that mean
Morgana Marincovich is actually

a good palm reader?

Okay, if this is the way
that you treat cake,

remind me not to invite you
to my birthday.

I wouldn't go to your
stupid birthday anyway.

Gina.

♪ I know a place where
the sun shines like a diamond ♪

♪ Glistens across the horizon

♪ Like the way
your eyes reach into mine ♪

♪ Chasing the light

Okay, watch your step.

We're moving
through the door now.

Oh, Mike.
It's very exciting.

I hope you're not
taking me to the cells.

Uh, that wasn't the plan.

Have I been
a naughty girl?

Uh... no.

Um, you can take off
the blindfold now.

Oh!
You are here, too.

Well, it wouldn't be
a party without us.

Or cake.

Or, as you would say,
tort na den' rozhdeniya.

Very good, Mike.

Happy belated birthday,
Gina.

Oh, better late
than never, Mike.

But if it happens again,
you might not be so lucky.

It's, uh, probably not

a great idea
to upset the woman

that knows how to kill you
in 50 different ways

and make it look
like an accident.
Mm.

- Happy birthday, Gina!
- Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

Wish.

- Yay!
- Whoo-hoo!

Oh, I have a scalpel in my bag
to cut the cake--

the best way.

♪ We can take the back streets,
tell me where to go ♪

♪ We can turn the radio on
and play a song ♪

♪ Play it all night long

♪ I just want to go there
with your heart of gold ♪

♪ We can take back streets,
tell me where to go ♪

♪ We can turn the radio on
and play a song ♪

♪ Play it all night long,
da-da-da-da-da ♪