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My daughter... she's gone.

Police are requesting information about
an Irish couple who've been missing.

Are you the Irish guy?

- Detective Theo Richter.
- DS Diana Huia.

- I don't know what this is. You?
- No, I don't either.

This is Valerie Armstrong. Knows
this maunga better than anyone.

I'm glad you're back.

Last time two tourists went
missing here, they ended up dead.

I'm a journalist,
investigating the Irish couple.

I have the gene
for Huntingdon's.

Don't use this as an
excuse to be alone.

It's happening again.

The Goatman? That's
fucking funny.

Why's that?
- Because I'm the fucking Goatman.

- Did they ever find her mama?
- Her mum's dead, isn't she?

Yeah, mate. She topped herself.

- We found Ronan.
- Libby!

- Sinead's alive.
- It wasn't Val.

It was you.

Give me the fucking gun!

I'm not going to jail.

Yes, you are.

- I went to see Frank Pastors.
- Why?

Somebody sent me a message
linking him to this lodge.

You!

'Today is not an easy day.'

The investigation into
the death of Ronan Garvey

and the abduction of Sinead
Martin has reached a resolution.

Move aside, Pastors.

Come on, Pastors, let's go.

'One accused will appear in
Collinson High Court today.

'Because of injuries sustained, the
other will appear remotely from hospital.

'We are unable to name either of
the accused at this point in time.

'To be clear, no one else is
being sought in connection'

with the death of Ronan Garvey and the
assault and kidnap of Sinead Martin.

'Aileen Ryan, leave a message.'

Because of the nature of the
current crimes, we are aware

that public interest has returned
to the historic Mountain Murders.

'I personally want to assure
the residents of Mount Affinity

'that we believe no connection
exists between recent events

'and the so-called
Goatman killings.

'The Goatman killings remain
an active investigation,

'but it is not an active threat.

'I was born and
raised in this town.'

This is a place where
neighbour trusts neighbour...

..where no-one locks
their door at night.

'This has been a tragic chapter
in the history of our town.

'But with the imminent
conclusion of this enquiry...

'..that chapter has ended.'

I, for one, will be going to bed
tonight, and my door will not be locked.

It is over.

I would like to acknowledge
the brilliant work

of the New Zealand Criminal
Investigation Branch.

And the considerable assistance of
the Garda SÃochána of Ireland.

Are there any questions?

Can you confirm that the accused
are copycats of the Goatman killer?

Joy, it would be completely remiss
of me to put that out into the world.

Catch up back in the city?

Well, you know how they've been looking
to appoint a detective to work with Bruce?

- Yeah.
- I start next month.

Diana.

Didn't expect to be seeing you so soon.
What, you leave your undies in the motel?

- Have you seen Aileen?
- She was catching the same plane as you.

- She didn't make it.
- Er... No. No, I haven't seen her.

She checked out of the motel,
didn't make the flight.

We'll find her. All right?

OK.

David, this is Theo Richter.
I'm here with DS Diana Huia.

'If you're calling to complain
about Aileen's work practices,

'we have a department for that.'

- She's MIA.
- 'Ha! Well, that's not unusual.'

When was the last
time you spoke to her?

Day before yesterday.

She was chasing a lead
about the Mountain Murders.

Something about a guy
named Frank Pastors.

Who's Frank Pastors?

Local crim, B&E, GBH. Locked
up in Collinson prison.

I haven't seen him since I was a kid.
Even then we knew to stay out of his way.

He's a piece of shit.

Pastors, the same surname as Buster
and Wiki's kid who died, Jarrod?

- Yeah.
- 'Aileen met him at the funeral.'

- He was out on temp removal.
- He'd be under guard.

- How the hell would she get near him?
- She'd get near him all right.

She was going to come home, but there
was something she wanted to check out.

Didn't say what. This
guy, Frank Pastors...

Is she in trouble, Richter?

Leave it with me.
I'll be in touch.

Morning Comms, Sergeant Bruce
Harris, Mount Affinity police.

Can you trace a number for me
and send it through to email?

Possible missing
person, Aileen Ryan.

Was Frank Pastors a suspect
in the Mountain Murders?

Pastors and every bloke in town was
interviewed. They all had alibis.

We could be jumping the gun.
What if she just went on holiday?

- She doesn't go on holiday.
- Thank you, Comms.

Comms are sending
through a ping now.

- Can they make the trace live?
- It's faint. They're struggling.

It's pinging off one tower,
they can't triangulate.

Here we go.

What the hell is she doing
in the middle of nowhere?

Of course, come on in.

Sorry, Auntie, I don't think I'll be
needing a lift to the airport any more.

I heard what you said. You
can't find her, Aileen?

- Do you know something?
- I feel sick to the stomach.

She came to me, she had a photo
that somebody had sent her.

It was like a hut in the bush and she said
that it was connected to Frank Pastors.

So, I sent her to Linda.

- Who's Linda?
- Linda Pastors, that's Frank's ex-wife.

- Can I get an address?
- Texting it to you now.

Thanks. Thanks, Auntie. Come on.

Hey.

A few hours ago, I was
packing up my mum's house,

heading back to my real life, you
were going back to yours. Now this.

If it's too personal, Richter,
if you need to step away...

- It's not.
- Yeah, it is.

We need to do our job
as if it wasn't Aileen.

Yeah, I'm coming.

- Mrs Pastors?
- Yeah.

I'm DS Huia, this is
Detective Richter.

- What's happened?
- Do you know this woman?

The Irish journo?
Yeah. Is she all right?

Didn't think in a million years
she'd go way the hell up there.

- Your husband...
- I don't have a husband.

Frank. Did Aileen
say she'd met him?

What? No. She... She said she
thought Frank killed someone.

What happened after you
guys met at the pub?

Her talking about that
arsehole, I just felt ill.

After she left The Beak, I
went to my mate Sharyn's.

- Made a night of it.
- Did you speak to Frank at the funeral?

- Are you kidding?
- Who did he speak to?

Just Buster, as far as I know.

There it is.

OK, you stay put.
We'll go take a look.

Clear.

Bruce, we've got a situation here.
The hut's been hit by bullets.

- Requesting STG backup.
- 'Copy that. On the way.'

Cheers.

That doesn't feel like
a coincidence, does it?

No, it fucking doesn't.

Diana!

Looks like the only way
out. She's out there.

Sinead?

Sinead?

Sinead?

Sinead Martin, Joy Webb-Jones.

Can you comment on
the CEO of Houkura,

TÄmatÄ« Davidson,
abandoning Mount Affinity?

Was there a link between
Ronan Garvey's death

- and your job at Houkura?
- Stand back.

Sinead, why did Ronan
die and you were spared?

- No comment.
- Let's go.

I went to collect you.

- I took the bus.
- Hi, Sinead.

We understand the defence is
seeking bail for both defendants.

The Crown will strenuously oppose,
but you should prepare yourself.

There's a possibility they
could succeed, certainly...

Valerie Armstrong
could be bailed.

If that happens, she'll be
electronically tagged and monitored.

- She'll be home?
- I'll see you in there.

Yeah, thank you.

That's Michaela Armstrong,
Ken and Val's mother.

Is my doctor testifying for her?

Ray and Michaela are a couple,
been together a few years.

Sinead.

Michaela Armstrong.

It's OK. I understand.

From one mother to another,

I'm sorry for your pain and suffering
that you've endured. I empathise.

- We thought we'd lost Val.
- You want them to send her home?

I'm going to do everything I can
to bring both my children home.

- They made mistakes.
- Mistakes?

Let's see what the
court has to say.

Whatever happens here today, both
your children will go to prison.

I'd urge you to carefully consider
the grave nature of the charges.

Your Honour, I submit that Mr
Armstrong has strong grounds...

If it may please the court, I have
just received updated instructions.

My client no longer seeks bail

and has agreed to remain
in custody until the trial.

Who the hell's playing
silly buggers up there?

Ginge.

Pissed off at everything. I
don't know what's going on.

I'm sweet.

You don't know fuck all!

All that shit you go on about.

Telling us to fucking
find our place to stand.

It did nothing for Jarred, and you
were supposed to look after him.

Wait...

Definitely recent. No dust or
debris settled in the holes.

The number and spread of bullets.
It's a semiautomatic, right?

- They weren't mucking around.
- Who'd want to hurt Aileen that bad?

Yeah, I don't think it
was about hurting her, Di.

So, the firing came
from out the front.

Aileen escapes out the
window at the back.

Maybe cuts herself on the way
out and, what, runs like hell?

The question is who did she piss
off? Me, by just turning up.

The Martins for writing
that article about them.

Your gangster friend, Derry
Fallon, the same reason.

Derry's already made his point.

Which brings us back to Frank Pastors,
who's in a fucking a jail cell.

And his ex-wife, although Bruce
has cleared Linda's alibi.

Take a look!

This... came from up there.

Here.

Long-range sniper
rifle, semiautomatic.

It can fire off a volley of
shots and hit a target 2k away.

They've been falling into the hands
of organised crime syndicates lately.

- Diana!
- What you got?

Hers?

It's her laptop. She
never would have left it.

- Nothing else has been touched.
- The tyres are slashed.

Wouldn't slash someone's tyres if
they're dead or dying, would you?

Richter, Special Tactics Group are
trained to deal with armed confrontation.

- You want to go with them, but you can't.
- Oh, come on, Diana.

I can't rely on favour and goodwill to
do my job. I need a badge and a gun.

OK, I'll put in an urgent
request, but no guarantees.

Aileen didn't stumble
down here by accident.

Someone sent her a picture of a
place connected to Frank Pastors.

Pastors has some
questions to answer.

Here you go, love.

- Thanks.
- Do you want to talk about this morning?

Valerie Armstrong got bail.

There's nothing more to say.

Your dad phoned.
He got back safely.

Says it's raining.

Maybe we should take a
trip to the beach, hm?

- You always hated the beach.
- I hate it when it's cold and windy.

It'd be lovely to have a trip
together before we go home.

I am home.

No, no, no. No, no, Ronan.

- Sinead...
- Mum, could you please leave me alone?

You were never
without this before.

And you haven't
even looked at it.

So many people have been asking
for you, Sinead. People care.

- The fuck?
- Cell inspection, Pastors.

The art project will
have to wait, mate.

Brucie.

Been waiting for this moment,
eh? How's the jaw, mate?

Sucking on smoothies for
a few months, were you?

- Anything?
- Nothing.

What happened between you two?

A few years back,
outside The Beak,

a sheep shearer backed
into Pastors' motorbike.

He took a took a hammer and
broke his arm in four places.

He was starting on the
other arm when I got there.

He got in a few hits before
I could get the cuffs on him.

Some of these teeth aren't mine.

While we keep him busy,

there's something I
need you to do for me.

You had a visitor two days ago.

Why was she here?

Shelley Duncan's my lawyer.

There's this thing,
lawyer-client privilege.

Her name's Aileen Ryan.

- She's not your lawyer, Pastors.
- Another Irish, eh?

We've reason to believe you know
about the whereabouts of Aileen Ryan.

Why did Aileen visit you?

How would I know why some crazy
Irish bitch came to see me?

- Or where the fuck she wandered off to.
- You see, I don't believe you.

DS Huia. I remember the stories in the
papers when your mama went missing.

Heart-breaking.

Mount Affinity, eh?

So many unanswered questions.

You're some fucking prick!

Where is she? Where's Aileen?

Shit, eh? Scary guy.

This all good with
you is it, Detective?

Actually, yeah. You're
up for parole in a month.

Being connected to a violent
disappearance gets in the way of that.

- I'll make sure of it.
- How the fuck am I connected?

She visits you. Someone sends her a
message sending her to your uncle's hut.

Then she vanishes.

Whatever this is, it's not me.

This is nothing to do...

Who sent it?

Who sent that message?

'I want to go
back to my cell.'

- 'You scared, Pastors?'
- FRANK: 'Get fucked.'

Pastors.

What aren't you telling us?

- Come on, Pastors, let's go.
- Hm!

Aileen meets Pastors
at his son's funeral.

He spins her a story,
she gets interested,

visits him in prison, and then she
gets a text from an unknown number,

that takes her to
Frank's uncle's place.

She's ambushed, flees,
and now she's...

out there.

Everything we have leads
back to Frank Pastors.

His reaction when we showed
him the photo of the hut?

- Nearly shat himself.
- Another damn dead goat.

Any chance he just
got sick and died?

Yeah, I didn't think so either.

'Delta Unit to Mount Affinity.
We found a phone but it's locked.

'Same as the laptop. We can see
the last call is from a David.'

- 'That's hers. That's Aileen.'
- DIANA: Any sign of Aileen Ryan?

'Nothing yet, but there's what looks
like dried blood on the phone.'

- OK, keep us updated.
- 'Copy.'

This feels a bit funny.

Me welcoming you back, when you grew
up here, and I'm just the new guy.

Hey, listen.

It's gonna be OK.

It's not OK.

But thanks.

Well, if you, er...

If you need anything, just...

Frank's previous convictions,
break and enter, burglaries,

- he always operated alone?
- Yeah, yeah, lone wolf.

But he must have
had mates, right?

Never lasted. It was just us.

You still in contact with him?

Who would he reach out
to, Linda, come on?

His parents are dead,
brother dead, son dead.

He has no friends.

Even his enemies know
to leave him alone.

When that journo said that she
thought Frank killed someone,

I thought, yeah - yeah,
he's capable of that.

I just don't know whether he's
capable of keeping it quiet.

Thank you.

We'll be in touch.

We're hitting a brick wall with Frank
Pastors, so what else do we have?

We know that Aileen was chasing
the Mountain Murders story.

Without access to her laptop or her
phone, we've no idea where it led.

Yeah.

- I need that badge, Diana.
- Yeah, I'm working on it.

Hey, Richter, you good?

When I told her about the
Huntington's, I thought she'd run.

I'm used to being left.

I can't lose her.

Because...?

Yeah.

Because.

Blonde, straight out of a bottle.
Nobody has hair that white.

And she's about a size zero, could
fit into one leg of my jeans.

Have you seen her? OK.

If you hear anything about the
Irishwoman, get in touch with me or Bruce?

She's a bloody nuisance, but she's,
um... She's a really good person.

OK. Bye.

OK, so what was he
thinking, eh? Punching you?

- Stealing one of the bikes?
- We can always get a new bike.

I know you, you're going to be
soft on him when he gets back, eh?

He needs to learn a lesson!

He needs to work
through what's going on.

Hey.

Ginge will be back, and
so will the Irishwoman.

I hope so.

Hey, guy, I'm talking to you.

- The showers are freezing.
- Sorry.

- This is my day off.
- But you said they'd be fixed last night.

- So...
- Well, what can I say?

The plumbing fairies
have let us all down.

- Hey, Mervin.
- Sinead.

How's it going?

Yeah, good. Um... I just want to
pick up some of Ronan's things.

Right, yeah. No,
that's all gone.

- Cops have everything.
- What about his personal stuff?

- Like in the staff room?
- Sorry, Sinead, I just don't have time.

Ro was killed and
you don't have time?

If he hadn't been
such a fuckwit.

Just go home, OK?

If you move more than 50 metres
from the router on the front porch,

the alarms go ballistic.

It also has a GPS
tracker built in.

If anyone wants to visit,

other than legal counsel, an application
must be made to the High Court.

We know our
responsibilities, Bruce.

- We take them seriously.
- Just doing my job.

Bruce... Can you tell
Diane that I'm sorry?

That's way down the list of things
Diana has to worry about right now.

Or you.

I'll tell her.

What do you want?

What?

Come on then! Do it!
You gonna hit me?

I dare ya! Hit me!

Come on, fucking do
it! Hit me, I dare you!

Fucking hit me!

Fucking hit me! I dare ya!

Jesus!

What the fuck was that?

Your boyfriend, he
sold drugs to my mate.

- The drugs that hurt him.
- You mean Jarred?

You knew he was selling that
shit. You could've stopped him.

You knew he was taking that
shit. You could've stopped him.

- He's dead.
- Yeah. That makes two of them.

You're fucked in the head!

Whatever.

Look...

I'm sorry you lost your friend.

But if I'm honest...

..I'm more sorry I lost mine.

You're right.

I am fucked in the head.

Next time just do me a favour.

Don't swerve.

Hey, wait.

You wanting to get run over

might not be the best way to get rid
of you being fucked up in the head.

They say that you
should face that stuff.

Not run from it.

Thanks.

Except how am I
supposed to do that?

I know where those fuckers
kept you locked-up.

I talked to the
District Commander.

We're permitted to swear you in as a
temporary New Zealand police officer.

- I'm impressed.
- Don't get too excited, I'm still boss.

Say this and sign.

"I, Theodore Richter, swear
that I will faithfully

"and diligently
serve His Majesty."

- I can't say that.
- Just protocol, mate. Nobody likes it.

Yeah, suck it up. It wasn't my
favourite day at the office either.

Go on. Next paragraph.

"While a constable, I will, to the
best of my power, keep the peace

"and prevent offences
against the peace,

"and will, to the best of
my skill and knowledge,

"perform all the duties

"of the office of constable
according to law, so help me God."

Welcome to the force.

Thank you.

Some of the Buster and Wiki's kids
grew up hunting up the Kaikakariki.

They reckon they can help
the STG with local knowledge,

hidden valleys, back-trails.

Go up with them. It's better than
standing in front of this board

full of question marks,
worrying your arse off.

- OK.
- You'll need something warmer, too.

- Thank you.
- Well, you haven't met the kids yet.

- She's a tough one.
- Yeah, that's an understatement.

- She's going to be just fine.
- You don't know that, Wiki.

No, but I believe it.

Shit, eh! Bloody immigrants coming
over here, taking away our jobs!

You should be well used
to that by now, big man.

- Let's go find your lady, eh?
- Yeah. I'll help here.

- Hey, are you the flash Scottish D?
- I'm Irish, actually.

Have you ever killed a guy, bro?

Like, "Yo motherfucker! Open
yo mouth and suck on this!"

So, you lot know the
bush? You can help us?

Yeah.

City cops might be slick with their guns,
but we know the forest better than them.

We grew up out here,
know every inch.

Shoot a deer or
something? Can you ask?

- Such an egg, Davinity.
- Shooting deer? What's that about, sport?

No, it's the opposite.

Deer and pigs have
no business up here.

They root up the ground,
eat a lot of native trees.

Yeah, gifts from Queen Victoria, along
with influenza and attempted genocide.

So, boom! For the environment.

- Mason, put it over there?
- OK.

My uncle thinks we should
shoot all foreign imports.

- Oh, yeah?
- What part of Scotland are you from?

Let's get going, yeah?

It's all good.

Come on.

See? There's nothing here.

Let me out!

Film me.

Why?

Just do it.

People need to
know what they did.

Ready?

Yeah.

This is where I was kept.

- Aileen?
- 'Richter?'

- Hannah.
- See you down there.

'I heard about Aileen.

- 'Any news?'
- No. Not yet.

Listen, coverage is pretty bad
up here, so I might lose you.

I haven't told Sinead.

'You should. She should
hear it from you.'

Listen, um... Aileen didn't
say anything, did she?

- Any idea what she was doing?
- 'No, nothing.

'If I'm honest, we avoided her.'

Richter, when Sinead
was gone... I prayed.

- It helped.
- Yeah.

Right until you ran
your car into a pole.

I got her back.

Yeah. Yeah, you
did. How is she?

Oh, Richter, I...

I... I don't know
how to help her.

- 'Hannah?'
- Hello?

Hello, Hannah?

Here you go.

Only time you'll get an excuse
to eat ice cream all day.

Thank you.

Oh, enough with
the doom and gloom!

Shall we tell Ray the
story about Ken's raft?

He was, what, 12 years old?

Ken wires together drums and bits
of wood, put the thing in the river.

Wants to ride it all
the way to Tiraki.

Thought he might
make the newspapers.

I couldn't talk him out of it.

Val bikes along the road,
watching, because...

she knew that Ken's dreams
have a way of falling apart.

So, 20 minutes later,
the raft starts to sink.

Ken tries to hold it together, refusing
to admit that it's a losing battle.

Little Val, eight years old.

You jump off the bridge.

Swim out.

And drag him ashore
before he can drown.

The protector.

That's your role in this family.

I'll get us a cup of
tea. Oh, and your meds.

Didn't protect my boy when he
needed you most, though, did you?

He tried to shoot
himself in the head.

It would have been a closed
casket because you...

..didn't drag him back to shore,
you just pushed him further out.

I blame you.

'Before I was captured,
I wanted to die.

I was so scared I was afraid
my heart would stop beating.

Sinead?

I'm tired, Mum.

The journalist, Aileen Ryan.

She's missing.

OK.

I'll call you tomorrow.

I'm moving in tomorrow.

Good night.

'I didn't want to
be here any more...'

OK, there's your problem.

You went through the scree
slope, the obvious way.

If it was you, where would
you be looking tomorrow?

Um... OK.

So, there is a track
that's around here...

I'm not gonna tell
you not to worry, bro.

You have friends.

We're here for you.

All the promises Houkura made.

Just divided our town,
nearly poisoned us.

But the poison was
here long before that.

The darkness hasn't
gone, has it?

I don't think so.

Hello?

Aileen!

AILEEN!