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- I had sex with someone. I just felt
like I should be honest about it.
Maybe that― that couldbe you.

Doug Snapes.
- What about him?

- Someone chucked him
out of a helicopter.

- (SCREAMS)

- I have to go and interview
my father's killer.

Your good mate Doug is dead.
And do you know why he's dead, Alan?

He's dead because someone
is tying up loose ends.

Did your brother ever mention
a man named Luke Staunton?
- Who?

- Another bloody conspiracy theory?
A whole new obsession with your
dad's death too?

- Maja, I'm concerned for you.

Maybe you should ask Luke some of
the questions I've been asking you.

Doug Snapes was a loose end.
I have to make sense of this,

and my every instinct is telling
me that you can help me.

(FLAMES WHOOSH)
- (GASPS) Wow. Oh my goodness.

Harry, honestly, it's been
a wonderful evening ―

and a lovely idea.
Thank you so much.

- Thank you...

for finding the time
to share it with me.

- CHUCKLES: Oh, come on, now.

- Well, it's true ― you have been
very busy these last weeks.

- She has community
responsibilities now.

- My council needs me.

- As the New Chair of the Arts
Festival Committee, Harry,

she's in demand.
- (CHUCKLES)

- It's gonna be huge ― fireworks,
lighting installations, concerts...

- Yes.
- Yeah, and even more tourists.

- Yes. Good time to be getting
out of town, Luke reckons.

- Oh. Surely you're not tired of
that lovely apartment I found you
already?

- Oh, hardly. No, I'm just trying
to entice you away on a holiday.

In Europe.
- Oh?

- Sounds fun.
- I have business in France,
and I thought you might, uh,

be interested in floating
around on the Med for a bit.

- Wow. Um―
(EXPLOSION BOOMS)

(EXCLAIMS)
(YELPS)
- Holy shit.

- Oh my God.
- Christ Almighty.

(FIREWORKS CRACKLE, SCREECH)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

- Bloody hell.

(FIRE CRACKLES)

(EXPLOSIONS SUBSIDE, CEASE)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC CONTINUES)

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(SOFT, BROODING MUSIC)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- Ihaka. Hi.

- I brought hot chocolate.
- Oh.

Uh, come in. Come in.
- Thank you.

(HINGES CREAK SOFTLY, SHOES SCUFF)

I, uh― I hope I wasn't
interrupting anything.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Um,

just boring old work stuff.
(CHUCKLES)

- I see.

There's something I―
- I wasn't sure― Oh.

(BOTH CHUCKLE AWKWARDLY)
- You go, please.

- Um,

I wasn't sure where you were at.

It's been a while.
- Yeah, I kind of got...

a bit wounded,

to be honest. I'm not proud of it.

- Oh, it's OK.
- Yeah.

And I'm sorry for...

I'm sorry for my absence.

I guess I wasn't really sure
how to respond.

- I think your absence kind of was
the response, wasn't it?

- Yeah. (CHUCKLES) Yeah.
That's true.

- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- (SIGHS)
- So what changed your mind?

- Uh, (CHUCKLES)

some rigorous self-examination.

And missing my friend.

- I missed you too.

- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- Hot chocolate?
- Yeah. Yes, please.

- (LAUGHS)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

- (SNIFFLES)

(SNIFFLES, WHIMPERS)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(BIRDSONG)

(BOTH PANT)

- Phew!

See? Good run.
Great way to start the day.

- PANTS: Yeah. Yoga's...
usually my thing.

- Well, yeah, but it's not
exactly aerobic, though, is it?

- It can be.

- We'll make the run
a regular thing, though?

- Yeah. Yeah, sure.

So, um― So, where's Sam again?

- Oh, he's fishing
for a couple of days

and then hunting
for a couple of days.

Then he'll probably arrive and want
to party for a couple of days.

(CHUCKLES SHORTLY) You know Sam.

I indulge him.

That's what we do, isn't it,
Maja? Indulge them.

(INTRIGUING COUNTRY MUSIC)

(CAR ENGINE STOPS, DOOR OPENS)

- Oh...
- Took your time.

- Well, you didn't say first thing.

Do you wanna take the lead
on this one, Detective?

- Well, I am Homicide, so...
(CHUCKLES) yeah.

Jean Pierre Lumiere.

He's French.
- Really (?)

Wow.

- What else? Uh, he's
a pyrotechnics maestro. Was.

Displays in Paris, Berlin, Venice.

This was his first in Queenstown ―
and his last.

His right-hand man,
Jim Matheson, is a Kiwi,

and then there's a couple
from Australia,

Kylie and Robbie Shorrock.

- Wasn't there something with Lumiere
or one of his crew recently,

about a week ago?
It was a uniform matter.

- I'll check with Hoana.
- Mm.

When does the explosives
expert arrive?

- Sergeant Gracewell.
I spoke to Wellington;

they reckoned late morning.

They weren't too sure
how they can help, though.

They're usually dealing
with unexploded ordnance.

- They'll know more than we do.
- Yeah.

Sharon's trying to locate
'Fingers' Hannelly too.

- 'Fingers'?
- Uh,

AKA Frank.

He's another pyrotechnician.

He's had the contract for
the New Year's fireworks

the last couple of years.
- But not the Arts Festival ―

wonder why.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

- It's more techno. Light shows too.
Not just fireworks.

Here ― check out the promo.

(FIRE CRACKLES)
- Hello, Queenstown!

It's time for a feast of fire.

Jean Pierre Lumiere and Associates
brings to you,

from Europe and the world,

the best, the brightest,
the extraordinaire fireworks,

along with lasers,
interactive lighting.

Lumiere ― sons et lumieres.

We come to you.

Now you come to us.
(BOOM!)

- Well, I can't see Fingers
matching that.

- No.

What― What is the 'Fingers' about?

- Well, he's a bit of
a loose cannon, and...

well, it's a pretty
dangerous job, eh?

- We should get Fingers' take
on Lumiere getting the contract.

- Still can't find him. He's not at
the address we got from his rego.

- And, hey, you guys were right
about the earlier incident ―

10 days ago, a mugging.

Two of Lumiere's pyrotechnics crew
came in to report it.

Yeah, we took a statement
from a Kylie Shorrock.

She and her husband, Robbie, worked
for the, uh, (FRENCH ACCENT) Maestro

Jean Pierre Lumiere!
- OK, enough...

with the accent, Jarrod.

- You sound like The Count
from Sesame Street.

IMITATES COUNT VON COUNT:
'Vun mugging! Two muggings! Ahaha!'

What? Uh, Ken and I, we had
young kids once, you know?

- Right. So, what did
happen to Kylie?

- Yes, three of them.

And they just came out of nowhere.

- And this was at what time?
- Um...

- Oh, uh, just after 11...
- 11.

- ...uh, last night.
We went out for a few drinks.

I come out, go to get the truck―
- Oh, and I was waiting in the lane

around the corner ― which was dumb,
I suppose, cos it was dark there ―

and they grabbed my bag, but I
wasn't gonna let that go. No way.

- Mm. Pocket rocket, this one.

Eh, babe?
- I don't back down, no.

So I had a bit of a go at them.

- Look, I want these buggers caught.
- Hey.

Robbie made me come down here.
- Well, of course I did.

I mean, look at her.

- No, it's good that you came in.

We'll need to take photos
of your injuries.

Is that all right?
- Yeah.

Areyouall right?

- Yeah.

- SIMON: Good clear shots.
- JARROD: Nga mihi, Detective.

- She gave great descriptions
of her assailants ― just kids ―

but we haven't been able
to find them so far.

- Do the Shorrocks know
about the explosion?

- Yeah. And the other guy
on the crew, Jim Matheson.

- Do we know where he is?

- Same place he was
this morning, I imagine.

- Food poisoning. They decided to
keep him in for a couple of days
to rehydrate him.

He'll probably be allowed
out after afternoon rounds.

- They have been unbelievably
unlucky, this pyro crew.

- Yeah,unbelievably.

Hey, uh, so, Shelby,
how's it going with Jarrod?
- He driving you nuts yet?

- Um― Oh, you know, in a―
in a nice way. He's... sweet.

- He's very sweet.
- Thanks.

Um,... (CLEARS THROAT) anyway,
it's just in here, to the right.

- OK, great. Hey, uh, question ―

night shift, what time do you do obs?
- Oh, depends on the patient.

I mean, if they're not flagged red
or orange, it's usually a 12-hour
interval ―

so around 7pm or 8pm,
and then again in the morning.

- OK, great. Thanks, Shelby.
- No worries.

- Fuck's sake.

- (SIGHS)

- Mr Matheson? I hope
you're feeling better.

- Detectives Delaney and
Mallory, Queenstown Police.

We need to ask you a few questions―
- Don't ask me any
questions, mate. Ask him.

He killed my mate, and he tried to
kill me as well, all right? And now
he's telling me not totalk to...

Hey!

- Sorry.

(ENGINE REVS)

Hey! Mr Hannelly! Frank Hannelly!

Stop! Oh...

Son of a bitch. (PANTS)

- He poisoned me.
I was in the pub, having a meal,

and he came in and started
asking me about my job.

And, you know, you can't stop
me talking about pyrotechnics.

But... anyway,
I went for a leak, I came back,

and the same night ― food poisoning.

- PANTS: He's gone.
He's gone. He's gone.

- Why would he want to poison you?

- I found out he usually
does the displays here.

And we're talking big
bucks, all right?

So... lose the competition.

And now my best friend

is gone.

(MELANCHOLY ACCORDION MUSIC)

Ah...
- Why would Mr Lumiere...

be out on that barge at night?

- Who knows?
It'd be too dark to work.

We'd already set up and sealed
two mortar racks and cakes.

He wouldn't set up another one
in the dark. JP wouldn't do that.

No way.

- JP?

- Jean Pierre.

- Can I see him?

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- All pretty much gone. Charred.

Part of the right arm is missing,
just above the ulnohumeral joint.

- Also known as elbow.
- You know,

there would be a lot more he could
tell us if he ended up in the water.

- Right. So you think
the explosion killed him?

I mean, we've had it before ―
one thing to conceal another.

Like Rafael de Costa,
gone over the cliff in that car.

- You remember all their names?
- Oh, every one.

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

- So, um, definitely
the explosion, then?

- Yes. Yes. Um, concealment
doesn't apply this time.

Given the range and extent
of structural damage,

I'm sure that he was standing facing
the source of the explosion.

- OK. So could still be an accident.

But, you know,
his colleagues did say

he was a stickler for safety, so...
- Yeah.

- You're treating it as suspicious?
- Yeah. Obviously.

- Well, um, we have interviews
and an explosives expert arriving,

so we'd better get back.
- Great. OK.

We will have a full written
report to you by, uh...

tomorrow morning, Anjali?
- Great. Thanks.

Maybe see you soon?
- Yeah. Yeah, great.

Detective.
(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
- You made up with her, then?

- (SCOFFS) Sorry, what?
What do you mean?

- Oh, come on, Doc.

You've been miserable for weeks,
and now suddenly

here's Detective Mallory, and...
- What? No, that's― that's rubbish.

You've― You've been watching
too many, uh, romcoms.

Let's just, um...

Scalpel.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

- Hey, so, um,

you and Ihaka ― is that a...?
You guys just mates, or...?

- Hey, can you give me a minute,
Simon? Maybe start a search on
Lumiere's calls from last night.

Uh, the whole time he's
been here, actually.

- Yeah. Yeah, sure. Sure thing.
I'll... I'll sort it.

- Ben.

How can I help you?
- You can't.

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
I've got a message for you.

My brother wants to talk to you.
- About?

- He said you'd know
the number off by heart,

what with all the calls you've been
making to him in prison.

- Well, he's always turned down
all of my calls.

- Yeah. He said.

- So, what, he's changed his mind?
- Find out.

Just the messenger.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Souter, East Wing extension.

(GATE CLANGS DISTANTLY)

Mallory?

- Alan.

I've been worried about your welfare

since all those care packages
stopped coming in.

How's it going?

- You know fuckin' well
how it's been going.

You gotta stop calling me.

- You asked me to call you,
according to your brother.

- I mean all the time.
They log every call.

So―
- So start talking to me, then.

- I'll talk to you, OK?

One on one.

But you gotta relocate me first.

- I― (SIGHS) I'm not sure
I can do that, Alan.

I can maybe get you into isolation.

- No, I want out of here right now.
Sort it out with my lawyer.

That's the deal.

No move, no talk.

- Look, Alan,

if you are worried―
(SLAM!)

Hello?
(HANG-UP TONE BEEPS)

(INHALES)

EXHALES: Oh...

- OK. Well, you're
staying with us...

(DOOR OPENS)

Well, your dad would be expecting
you to stay with us, darling.

- Boss― (GASPS SOFTLY)

WHISPERS: Sorry.
- Um... all right.

Well, you be sure to get in touch
once you're settled.

Right, darling, I gotta go.

That was my niece
visiting from Europe.

Yep?
- Alan Souter

is finally ready to talk, but he is
demanding to be relocated first.

- Do you know how many hoops
I have to jump through

to swing a transfer, Anais?
- No, (SIGHS) I don't, but...

listen, Souter can tell me
who ordered my dad's death.

Maybe my sister's too.

You told me to stick at this, and
I'm getting close, but he's scared.

We gotta move on this.

- OK.

I'll talk to Head of Corrections.

But, Anais,

I-I can't promise you anything, OK?
(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- Sorry, but I got the Shorrocks
teed up down at the festival site

for a bit of a korero.

And your explosives
specialist is here.

- Thank you.

You let me know, yeah?
- Yeah.

(DOOR SHUTS)

- Hoana, I need CCTV of Jim Matheson
and Fingers at this pub

two days ago, around lunchtime.
I'll send you a drop pin.

- Sure.
- OK. Thanks.

- Chasing down Lumiere's
phone calls.

- Yep, great.

Um, bomb disposal's here.

Can you take it?
I need to go talk to the Shorrocks.

- Sure, yeah. No problem.
- Great.

- Detective... Mallory?
- Delaney.

Yeah― Mallory's my partner.

My detective partner.

- This is Sergeant Gracewell. Gemma.

- Simon.

Thanks for your help.
- Oh, no problem.

Not sure how helpful I'll be
able to be, but we can try.

- Yeah. Well, uh, let's get down to
that barge and find out, shall we?

- See ya. Nice chatting.

(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)
- Ohhh...

Amene.

- Slow down, cowboy.
You're supposed to be taken.

And we got some footage
to track down. Come on.

- Yup. All right.

Pfft!

(SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC)

(BIRDS CRY DISTANTLY)

- Mr and Mrs Shorrock.

I'm, uh, Detective Mallory.

I'm sorry about what happened.
You must be devastated.

- If you mean why we are we
still here, business as usual,

when our boss is dead,
you can bugger off.

- Look, the fireworks
might be stuffed,

but we're still gonna give this
place the best light show ever.

- 'K'n oath.
- Hey, I still have some questions

I need to ask you.
- We've got no idea what happened.

- We were in bed at the hotel
when she blew.

(CHUCKLES WRYLY)
Biggest bang of his life.

JP's, that is.

We missed it.

- And, um, when was the last time
you saw Lumiere?

- What, me? Uh, yesterday
afternoon. On the barge.

Full cakes. (CHUCKLES) Magic!
- CHUCKLES: Yeah.

No, Jim is in the hospital,
out of action, so Robbie stepped up.

- And you?
- Well, I was stuck here, working.

Didn't even speak to JP yesterday.
- Right.

Do either of you know
a 'Fingers' Hannelly?

He's a fellow pyro.

- Nope, never heard of―
- Pyro? He's a fuckin' menace.

His health and safety is crap.

- And what about Lumiere's
health and safety?

- Five-star.

JP Lumiere is a bloody genius.
- Yeah.

- Then how did it blow up?

- Well, you're the cop.
That's your job.

Now, if it's OK with you, I've got
a light show to put together.

- I got it.

- So, um, why don't you want
your husband to know

that you know Fingers?

- Never met the guy.

Look, JP told us to have
nothing to do with him,

and he rocked up a couple of times
and Robbie told him to piss off.

(SNIFFS)

- What was it like
working for Lumiere?

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

- Jesus.

Can't believe he's dead, eh.

Like, he was just really careful,
you know?

- Kylie! Where's that bloody box?!

- 'Scuse me. (SNIFFLES)

Sorry.

Don't have to yell. I'm right here!
- Yeah, yeah.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(BIRDSONG)

- See? Match wiring.

- Well, looks like spaghetti to me.
- (CHUCKLES) Yeah. Carbonara.

- LAUGHS: Yeah.

So how does this all work?

- Uh, the lift charge sends
a shell into the air;

a timed fuse sets off a burst charge
that activates the pretty stuff.

- But... the whole lot went off?
- Yeah.

A lift charge needs a hole
to launch the firework.

The smaller the hole,
the higher it goes.

But if that hole was blocked...

- Boom?
- Yeah.

Everything nearby probably
goes up as well.

- ANAIS: But what triggers
the explosion?

- Electric matches
spark the quick match...

- Ahh!

- ...leading into the lift charges
of the shells.

They're electronically
fired from a console,

so it's pretty hard
to do by accident.

- Could they have been
remotely activated?

- Potentially.

- Yeah, cou―? I was just about
to ask that, actually.

- (SCOFFS)
- And― So potentially? Cool.

But there'd be physical evidence
if that happened, though, right?

- Yeah. A receiver of some sort.

It's a shambles out there.
We couldn't even find the console.

It'll take hours
to go through it all,

so I took some samples
to test in the meantime.

- Hmm. Mm.
- I'm a walking chemistry lab.

I'll analyse the residue, see if
there's anything out of whack.

Soon as I'm done,
I'll sift through the debris.

- OK. Well, you'll
need to stay over.

Should I organise some
accommodation, Anais?

- OK. Yeah.

Thank you, Sergeant―
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Oh. Sorry.

Mallory.

What?

OK, I'll be right there.

Um, can you follow up
on the call logs?

And I want to know as soon as
we've got our hands on Fingers.

- Gotcha.

Let's, uh, find you a nice hotel.
- Sounds good.

(BIRDSONG, RADIO CHATTER)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)

- Hi. Anais Mallory.

- Hi. Well, not quite the welcome
to Queenstown I was expecting.

I came out for a walk, and, um―
- Sorry, do I know you?

- Um― Oh, I'm not su―
Did you say Mallory?

- Yeah. Anais Mallory.

- Oh. God, I must be in shock.
Um, of course we know each other.

A long way back, though ―
at school here.

Yeah. I'm Lena Chu.
- Yes.

- Your boss is my aunt.
I'm an old friend of Maja's.

- Right. Yeah.
I-I knew I recognised you.

Well, I'm sorry
to reconnect like this.

- Yeah, tell me about it.
Thought I was gonna be sick.

- Why don't you take a seat?
And I'll go and take a look.

- More than happy to.

(RADIO CHATTER)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- Wow. It's definitely Lumiere's.

The remains of the elbow joint,
the size, peppering from the blast,

and there's bits of metal embedded.

Yep.
- Hmm.

And what are the other marks?

- Hmm.

Maybe the water was cold,

so there's no maceration yet.

They're names.
- Hmm.

- Tattoos. Quite a few of them.

- Names?
- Yeah.

- Would you like me to make a list?

- Yeah. Yeah, that's a...

great idea, Anjali. Thank you.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

- Oh.

Sorry. Better take this.
- OK.

All right. Let's, uh...

Let's start from the top.

- Jarrod?

- Have I got a personal ringtone?
- Just caller ID.

- Oh.

Well, um, just letting you know
that we had a bump in the road

with the CCTV footage,
but we're back on track.

- OK. Thanks.

I'll, um, be there after I've
spoken to the Shorrocks again.

- Oh... Well, nah, they're―
they're here. Having a beer.

- Oh. OK.

Well, thanks for telling me.
I was gonna go to the lake.

- Oh, well, saved you the trip.
- Yeah.

- Um, I'll tell them
to drink slow, eh?

- All right. Bye.

(MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC)

- No― Oi!

Oi.

Oi, open the door!
(ENGINE STARTS)

Oi! Sir, I'm instructing you to―
- Nah!

- Wh―? No, no―
- See ya!

(TYRES SCREECH)
- Shit.

(LAUGHTER, CHATTER)
- ...but my foot was stuck,

and I couldn't get the cable.
- You can't― Well, how could you?

- LAUGHS: I know.
- Oh, shit, here we go.

- Gidday.
- (MELLOW ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
- Caught the buggers, have ya?

- No. Not yet. Which is surprising,
given the excellent descriptions you
gave us.

- Oh, thank you.
- Yeah. No, they're very impressive ―

especially considering it was dark

and they came out of nowhere.

- Well, I'm good with details.
- Yeah. You gotta be in our game.

(CLICKS TONGUE)
- Anais? Uh, Detective?

Something you'll wanna see.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING DISTANTLY)
Hey.

- Hey. Sorry, it keeps glitching,
but if I can get it to...

here.
- There it is ― the Matheson
dude with Hannelly Houdini.

- Is there a point where Fingers
is at the table alone?
- Only after Matheson leaves.

But I could've missed it ―
I mean, the recording isrubbish.

But there is one other thing.

(CLICK!)
There.

- BOTH: Kylie.

- Robbie's really got the shits
about you hauling me in here.

- Too bad.

We've got Jim Matheson accusing
Hannelly of poisoning him

and then threatening him
so he'd keep his mouth shut.

- Yeah, and then we've got you at
the pub having a drink with Hannelly

but deliberately withholding
that information.

- So?

Yeah, I met him.

More than once, if you must
bloody know. So what?

Well, Fingers was just teaching me
stuff, like JP.

SIGHS: Look, he's a nice guy.

He's, you know, a bit grouchy,

but he― yeah, no, he was cluing me
in on tons of stuff, right?

Cos I don't wanna be doing, you
know, just lighting shows forever.

I wanna do pyros, cos pyros is
the biggest fucking buzz ever.

- Beats arson, huh?

We, uh,

checked your record over in Oz.

- Yeah?

Juvie.

I was a kid.

Fuck, one little fuckin' fire.

- Did Jean Pierre Lumiere ever
spend one-on-one time with you too?

Teaching you?

- Yes.

He was a good teacher.

So is Fingers.
- Tell me about Fingers.

People say he's a bit of a cowboy.
- No, he's just... he's easy-going.

Like, he makes out
like he's this wild man,

but, hey, he's only lost
two fingers, right? So...

can't be that careless, can he?

- Do you know where he lives?
- No.

- And, uh, how did
he feel about Lumiere?

- I don't know.
Bit pissed off, I guess.

SCOFFS: I don't reckon
he did anything to him.

No, no, no, no. He just― Oh, fuck.

He just asked me
to point Jim out to him

so he could talk to him. That's all.

- Did you see him putting
anything in Jim's food?

- No.

- Did he mention anything about
the contract for the Arts Festival?

- A couple of things.
About it not being fair.

But that's just cos he's
right into it, you know?

- Like you and your husband?
- Yes.

Look, we all bloody love pyros.

It is a fucking vacation.

- Pretty sure she meant 'vocation'.
(SHARON CHUCKLES)

They're just as passionate
as each other.

- And they all have the skills
to eliminate the top dog

and climb up the ladder.
- Yep.

- Motives for murder in every
direction, and opportunities.

- Even Matheson could have snuck
out of his hospital bed.

And there's always the possibility
of radio detonation.

- So too many possibilities.
- SIGHS: Yep.

So, um, Boss,

any movement on...?
- No, Anais. Not yet.

I put in a request for one-on-one
with Head of Corrections.

I can't exactly offer them full
disclosure on the reason

for Souter's move, can I?

- Well, maybe just tell them
that someone is gonna kill him

if they don't pull finger.
- (SIGHS)

- Thank you.

(BROODING MUSIC)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Hey.

- Hey. Oh.
- Knew you'd still be here.

- Sorry, I'm not done with
the report just yet.

- Oh, no, no, that's all right.
I, um... I've got some photos.

I wondered if you'd take a look.
An assault case.

Just doesn't feel right.

- Yeah. Yeah, of course.
- Thank you.

Not now. I can, um,
pick them up tomorrow.

- OK.

No worries.
- Thank you.

See you tomorrow.
- All right.

Hey, Anais?

(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY) Um,

earlier today, I think Anjali,
she was kinda...

I think she might have
picked up on a...

a vibe or something.

After last night.

- Vibe?

- I hope I'm not imagining it.

There is a vibe, right?
- There's a...

There's a vibe. Yes.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

- I remember you saying, um,
a few weeks ago that you would be...

um, (CLEARS THROAT)

that you couldn't do
emotional strings, right?

- Yeah.

- I think Ineedemotional strings,

or it...

it's just a bit, uh...

pointless.

- OK.
- Sorry. I'm just being honest.

- No, no, no. Thank you
for being honest.

- OK.
- (EXHALES)

- Yeah.
- So, um,

what do we do about the vibe?

- I don't know. There's not much
we can do, right?

- Yeah.
- OK.

(SIGHS)

(GENTLE MUSIC BUILDS)

- I'll get those photos to―
- Gotta get back to― Do, yeah, yeah.

Great.
- Yeah.

- Great.
- Hi, Anjali.

- Hi, Anais.
- All right. Don't you, uh―

Don't work too late.
- OK. No, won't.

- Great.

Oh...

- You OK?
- Yeah. Yeah, good.

(BROODING MUSIC)

- Why don't you wanna talk about it?
- I just― No, this is so cute.

Look at this jawline. From here...
- No.

- ...over to here, and...
- Why...?

- What?
- Why don't you wanna talk about it?

- Talk about what? I mean, it's
fine. You look great. Look at this.

It's just― I love this―
- You're just trying to distract me.

- From what ― the view?

Hmm?
- God, you are such a pretty boy.

- It's not the first time
I've been told that.

- I'm just interested.

I would've thought you'd want me
to be interested in your business,

that's all.
- I do.

But, like, interested
in the fun stuff ―

the menus, the staff,
the kitchen dramas.

The business side's just business.
It's boring.

Here ― have some more champagne.

Mm-hm.

Ah.

Cheers.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
Mm.

See?

(SIGHS) Boring work.

Pretty Boy speaking.
(BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

I love you.

(LYNNE PLAYS ROBERT SCHUMANN'S
'THE HAPPY FARMER')

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

(STRIKES WRONG NOTES, STOPS PLAYING)

(RESTARTS HALTINGLY)

(STRIKES NOTES ANGRILY)

Explain to me again what happened.

- Lynne...

we've been over this.

- How did it happen?

- Really?
- I wanna hear you say it.

- (SIGHS)

(BROODING MUSIC)

There was a meth lab in one of
the rental properties.

Dad found out about it.

(HANDBRAKE GRINDS)

He went over to confront them.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- (SIGHS)

(HINGES CREAK)

- He's here.
- What the hell is this place?

I thought we were
meeting at the house.

- Hey, let's have a little chat.
- I don't want to chat.

I want a reasonable response
to my request.

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS, GRUNTS)

- There was a fight.

- Yeah, all right, all right,
cut it out! Please stop this!

- He fell.

- And where the fuck were you?

- Oh, Lynne...
- What?

- Hey, come on, Lynne.
She was with me. It's not her fault.

- Where were all your fancy
fuckin' cop mates?

- Lynne―
- They're meant to― to keep us safe,

yeah? They're meant to protect us.
- They caught him, Lynne.

They caught the guy.
- I don't care!

Our dad is dead.

- Lynne...
- Make it better,

Anais. Make it better.
- Sweetheart, please.

- Lynne, I...

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(SIGHS)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(BROODING MUSIC)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(BIRDS TWITTER)
- Mum.
- Hi, darling.

Can we talk?
- Yeah, yeah.

(DOOR SHUTS)

- Sweetheart, I need to apologise
for shutting you out the last few
weeks.

I didn't want to. It's just―
- Oh, Mum―

- No, no, let me finish.

These questions
you've been asking me...

I need you to know something.

Your father wasn't always
the man that you think he was.

Darling, there's a reason
I don't come here.

He used this place. He...

He stayed here with his...

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

- Oh.

Oh, Mum.

- It's all right.
I've dealt with it.

- Fuck.

(EXHALES) I didn't know.
- (CHUCKLES DRILY)

Neither did I. In the beginning.

And I didn't wanna
tell you because...

- Is...

Is that what the payments were?

- What payments?

- The― Here. I accessed
his bank records.

There was money going out ―
$7000 a month ―

but there was even more money
coming in.

- Well, of course, darling.
We had a business to run.

- No, no, no. It's nothing
to do with the business.

Look ― $10,000 a month,

every month, on these dates.
- Don't do this.

- Do you know who PB is?
- No. No― No, darling.

I have no idea. Please...

Nothing good will come from this.

You can't make it better, all right?

I'm sorry.

I have to go. I've got a meeting.

Darling, everything I've ever done

was only to protect you.

(DISTANT BIRDSONG)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC FADES)

- (INHALES, EXHALES)

- Morning, Alan.
- Fuck!

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Wait, what...?
Wait, you're― you're...

- What, dead?

Nah. Nah. That's my brother.

- Fuckin' hell.

Len Snapes.

Almost shat myself, man.

What are you doing here?

That Invercargill operation
get busted?

- Nah.

But they're gonna have to do without
the country's second-best cook now.

Doug was the best, eh.

Then me.

- What are you in for?
- Murder.

Yeah, I killed that Russian prick.

Chucked Doug out of a helicopter.

It's a set-up, eh.

- Mate...

- Oh, by the way,
I've got something for you.

(SHIV STABS, BOTH GRUNT)

Didn't think you'd like it.

(DARK MUSIC)

(BIRD SCREECHES DISTANTLY)

(WATER TRICKLES)

- I need to talk to your boss.

This police visit from Queenstown
CI Delaney and... Mallory.

What the hell's all that about?
- I dunno.

(BROODING MUSIC)

(DISTANT BIRDSONG)

- Simon?
- ON PHONE: You on your way in?

- Yeah, I'm leaving now.
- Great.

Meet you at the City Council,
though. We've got a situation.

- OK.

- I told you to sit down!

- Look, and I told you
that you either let me go

or you arrest me,
if you wanna take me in.

- No one wants to arrest you. You're
only required for an interview.

- Well, he does.
- No. I tried to talk to you.

But if you keep this up,
we will arrest you, so sit down.

- You'd best do what he says,
Mr Hannelly.

- Oh, here we go. Bloody suits now.

- Who called this in?
- I did.

- Oh. Hello, Mum.

- Hi, darling.

I'm Chair of the Festival Committee.

This...gentlemancame in here
yelling about contracts,

and he threatened my team members.

And I told him we didn't assign the
contract; it was a council decision.

- Yeah, and it was a bloody shonky
one. I should've had first option.

It is bullshit, and you know it―
- Sit down!

Mr Hannelly, we need to question you

with regard to the death
of Jean Pierre Lumiere.

- What?

What, the bugger's dead?

- Yeah. Two nights ago.
You could hardly miss it.

- Well, you could if you're
a little bit pissed. And asleep.

Ooh. Dead, eh?

Well, you'll be needing to find
a replacement, then, soon, won't ya?

Eh?
- SIGHS: Oh, unbelievable.

- We'll let him have
a bit more of his tea. (SIGHS)

Get more out of him this way.

- 'You'll be needing
a replacement soon.'
- (CHUCKLES)

- What is he on?
- CHUCKLES: I know.

Hey, how's Sergeant Gracewell going?
- Uh...

yeah, it's taking her a little
longer than she thought, so...

I guess I'll have to continue
to liaise with her and...

- LAUGHS: Yeah, I bet you will.
- (LAUGHS)

- You stud.
- (CHUCKLES)

So, um...

how's your other thing shaping up?

- Good.

- Well, I'm here.

- So is Fingers.

Didn't do a runner.

- SIGHS: Oh, how many times?

I had nothing to do with
that bloody explosion.

- Why do you keep
running away, then?

- Well, I didn't know
you were a cop.

- You knew Jarrod was.
- Oh, yeah.

Well, I've got some speeding fines,
OK? I'll take care of them. But...

But I didn't bloody kill anybody.
And if I did,

I'd probably be someone
from the council, that's who.

- Not your rival?
- Colleague.

Pyro's a fraternity, mate.

- OK, so if your issue's
with the council,

why did you poison Jim Matheson?
- (SCOFFS) I didn't poison Jim.

You know what? The schnitzel
at that pub ― that should be

your prime suspect there, mate.

- Anais?

My office.

- Can you get Mr Hannelly's details,
please, Simon?

You are to make yourself
available to us.

If we need to talk further
and I can't locate you,

I will hunt you down myself.
Are we clear?

- Crystal.

- Thank you.

- Little firecracker, that one,
isn't she? Gosh.

(DOOR SHUTS)

- What's up?

- We didn't get the clearance
in time, Anais. Souter's dead.

- Oh...

Fuck.

Oh...
- We tried to get him protection.

You needed to keep the pressure on.
You did what you had to do.

- (EXHALES SHAKILY)
Oh, I feel sick. Oh...

- Now I need you to focus
on your job here.

All right?

- Yep. (EXHALES SHARPLY)

K.

Oh...

(DOOR OPENS)

- (SIGHS)

- (EXHALES SOFTLY)

- HOANA: Anais?

- Ah, yes. Guys, the, um,
Shorrock assault.

- We checked the street cam
for her attackers,

but we also checked a couple blocks
around the pub as well.

- Did you want the file
to look at again?

- Uh, the, the― that is
at Doc Cooper's.

- Right. OK. We can boogie on
over there.

We'll― We'll just drive.
- Uh, thank you.

- Great. I'll just get rid of this.

- Hey,

are you OK?

- HOARSELY: Yeah.

- Look, I heard about Souter.

I reckon take that.

But if you ever need to talk,

any time...

Whenever.

Hey. How's it going?
- GEMMA: Hey, Hoana.

- Good. Uh, she's got some
pretty interesting results.

- Residue. The lift charge was
a standard black powder mix,

but it was made up of much finer
grains than usual.

- Yeah, which means a faster,

more volatile explosion.
- Mm.

- You know, one that never even
left the mortar.

So it was like... because there was
no... hole to let the energy out?

- Well done.

- Right, but this doesn't confirm it
was deliberate, does it?

- No. It could have been a failure
in the mixture or the casing itself.

- Yeah, so I guess we prove
it was deliberate

by answering two questions ―

what sent Lumiere
out there at night,

and, uh, what was
the method of ignition?

- Yes, exactly.

Your search of the debris might turn
up something SOCOs just wouldn't
recognise.

- Which is why I'm heading
back out there, Detective.
- Perfect.

You go with her, Simon. And I think
we keep pushing Lumiere's call logs.

Might show up the why he was there.
- Yeah.

Um, can you hassle his
French service provider?

- Oui, oui.
- Detective.

You have a visitor.

- Detective Mallory? Vernon Kincaid,
Invercargill Homicide.

I'd like a word.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

You visited Alan Souter in
jail some time ago. Why?

- I believed he might have further
information about my father's death.

- He was serving time for your
father's death. That was thoroughly
canvassed in the trial.

- I think there's more to it.

- Is that why you've been calling
him twice a week for the last month?

- To get him to tell
me what he knows, yes.

- Persistent.
- Him or me?

I am. Yes.

Do you know who killed Souter?

- The information he was withholding
about your father's death ―

what was it?

- I can't tell you that.

- I'm investigating a homicide.

- And it's not yet appropriate for me
to share any suspicions I might have.

- Well, some of us are more inclined
to be sharing and caring.

It's a photocopy, but if it helps
you make sense of your suspicions,

then maybe you'd be disposed to
sharing them with us.

For our inquiry.

You have a good day.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- SOFTLY: Oh my God.

(SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC)

(BIRDS TWITTER DISTANTLY)

(INHALES, SIGHS)

WHISPERS: Who the fuck is that?

- (KNOCKS) Doctor? Visitor.

- Morena, doctor.

- Hey. Morena.
- Detective Mallory's a bit busy,

so she sent me to follow up
on the Shorrock file.

- Right. Right, right.

Um, (SIGHS) yeah,
I've been taking a look at it.

- Well, they said she was assaulted
around 11.30 at night,

but Anais thinks that's a bit dodgy.

You know, why wait till 7
the next night to report it?

- Yeah. Which is when these photos
were taken, right?

- SIGHS: Exactly.

So if you have any ideas...
- Yeah.

Yep, I think Anais is right ―
it is fishy.

You see there?

The bruising ― it hasn't
properly diffused,

so I would say that she was struck

just a couple of hours
before these photos were taken,

not 20.

And you see this here?

It's probably a ring.
Left-handed, single blow.

If that helps, Sergeant.
- I'm sure it will.

Was Lumiere wearing a ring
on his left hand?

- No sign of one, no.

- All right, Doc. Thanks very much.
- Yeah, no worries. Happy to help.

Hey, um...

Lumiere's autopsy report.

- Nice. Anything interesting?
- Yeah. As expected,

the arm is very interesting.

And you see here? The names
tattooed, both men's and women's,

and this one here
is recently scabbed ―

'Billy'.

- Look― Look― Look, I... Look,
this is an urgent police matter.

I need that phone call history.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry
I don't speak French.

What?

No, we didn't get a French option
at school. We got Maori. Yeah.

(CALL WAITING TONE BEEPS)
Oh... Oh, look, I gotta go,

but I'll get back to you. See you.

I mean ciao.

Detective. (CLEARS THROAT)
- Hey, Jarrod,

uh, I just heard from Hoana.

I need you to put together a list of
tattoo parlours in the area, please.

- Tattoo parlours. Right. OK. On it.

Cheers.
- No, no, no― Hold up, speedy.

I need you to visit them
and see if Lumiere

or anyone else from the pyro crew
got a tattoo done recently.

- OK. Yep. Sweet.

- Specifically one that says 'Billy'.
- Billy. Tattoo parlours. Gotcha.

(BIRDS TWITTER)

- We should have uniforms
doing this.

- Down and dirty ― that's how
we find what we're looking for.

- (GRUNTS)

More spaghetti.

Speaking of which, um...

you know, the boss told me to
look after you while you're here,

so I was thinking maybe, uh,

I'd organise a― a dinner

for us tonight, maybe?

You know, there's some really
great Italian places around here.

Could some real pasta, maybe.

- That's really thoughtful
of you, thanks.

But, um, I'm actually
meeting a friend.

- Oh, cool. Cool, that's cool.
Great. Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, you know, obviously,

you don't need looking after.
- No. (CHUCKLES)

- I don't even know why
she said that. It was dumb.

- Hey, maybe next time
something blows up, eh?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

'How to make a bomb ― fast.'
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

- (CHUCKLES) So...
- (LAUGHS)

- ...where the hell's that console?

You know, it should be over in that
corner somewhere, but it's...

it's gone.

- Yeah? What does it look like?

- Well, it should be some
sort of box ― not too big,

with lots of buttons
and, uh, sliders.

Like a console.

- GRUNTS: Like... this?

- (GASPS) Oh my God.
- (GRUNTS)

- Yes!

Wow.

You beauty.

- Yes, Gavin, but we can
hardly offer it to him

if he's under suspicion
of murder, can we?

Well, the Shorrocks
aren't certified.

Yes, OK. I'll see
what I can find out.

Bye.

Anais.
- Hi, Mum.

Uh, it's not an official visit.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

Have you... got a minute?

- Um... yeah. Sure.

- I wanted to tell you something
before you heard it on the news.

It's about Alan Souter.

He's dead.

- Oh. Uh...

what happened?

- He was stabbed
earlier this morning.

Invercargill police are on it.

Are you OK?

- Um...

Well, I-I don't know how I feel.
- EXHALES: Yeah.

Neither do I.

It feels like the end of something.

Anything's allowed, I guess.

(SIGHS)
- Well... relief, maybe.

- I've been questioned
because I was on Souter's back

trying to get information out of him.

I've finally got that information,

and listen, Mum,
you need to be careful.

- What do you mean?
- JIM: No, no, no, no, no.

It's our gig! All right? It's our―

- ROBBIE: We were given
the contract!

- CALLUM: Hey. Hey―
- FINGERS: Well, it's mine,

and I'm taking it back!
- Nah. Nah, nah, nah, mate.

It's ours, all right? It's ours!
- Hey! Hey, you stop it!

- Hey! We were given the contract!
- All right, everybody, cut it out!

- Hey, guys, calm it down!

- Don't touch me!
- Get out of it!

- Don't you fuckin' touch me!
- Hey!

- (WHISTLES SHRILLY)
- Oh my God.

Everyone stay where you are.

I think he's hit his head.

- OK. I'll call an ambulance.

- Doing it now.

(SOFT, TENSE MUSIC)

(STRETCHER WHIRRS, RADIO CHATTER)

- (SIGHS)
- ROBBIE: Fuck.

- Hey, can you tell him―
- Yeah, yeah, nice one, Jimbo (!)

Good one (!)
- FINGERS: This is bullshit.

This is bullshit.
I've got nothin' to do with this.

Yeah, nice one, dickhead. Nice one.
- Fuck you.

- You proud of yourself?
- Pipe down, Fingers.

- Oi, why don't you sh―?
- No, no, no, no―

- Hey, just cool it, please!
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

- KYLIE: Get the fuck out!

- See you back at the station.
Good luck.

(RADIO CHATTER)

(EXHALES)

- Impressive whistle.
- Oh.

- Harry Grayson.
- Anais Mallory.

- I know. Your mother
speaks very highly of you.

- Really? Or are you just being nice?
- (CHUCKLES)

All parents worry about
their children ―

even when they're highly capable
detectives, as I hear you are.

(CHUCKLES SHORTLY) Well, I'd better
go check on Veronica, but...

nice to properly meet you at last.

- Bit of a shit fight.

It's a good thing
we showed up when we did.

- Yeah, actually,
why did you show up?

- Jesus. You just don't
let up, do you?

- Alan Souter's dead ― stabbed.

(SOFT, TENSE MUSIC)

(SIGHS) Ah. Shit. When?
- Does Veronica know?
- Yep.

Looks like someone was
trying to shut him up.

Doesn't matter, though.
Whoever got to him was too late.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS, ENGINE IDLES)

(SIGHS)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS, GEARS CLUNK)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS, ENGINE STOPS)

(BIRDS TWITTER, INSECTS CHIRP)

- (SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)
- Hi, Ben.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

Is your mum home?

- She's gone to the prison.

- I heard about Alan.
I'm really sorry.

- Just go away.

He's dead because of you.

- Hey, that... that is not true.
- (SCOFFS)

- OK? This happened because

he wouldn't talk to me.
- Oh...

- I am here because I am
trying to make sense of it

and I am trying to make sure
that no one else gets hurt.

- He was scared.

He said someone
might try to kill him.

- I know. And listen,

I think he found a way to tell me
who was behind this,

and I think it is the same person
who killed people I love too.

It's all in here.

Listen,

what do you know about fireworks?
About how they work?

- What?

- It is all about a chain reaction.
OK? You start it;

the pressure builds
really, really fast;

it blows a shell into the air
and it explodes. Destroys itself.

You can help me with
that chain reaction.

You can help me find the person
who had your brother killed.

I have lit the fuse.

Now we just have to make sure
it goes boom.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

SIGHS: Hey.

- I've been calling you.
Our brawlers are on ice.

- Yeah. I, um...

had to do something.
- OK.

Well, the guy who got injured's in
surgery ― uh, Callum ― brain bleed.

I'm in touch with the hospital,
and they'll keep us informed.

- EXHALES: Oh. OK.

- Hoana filled me in. Looks like
we've got some interviews to do.

- Yeah.

- A couple of things first.
- Ooh.

- The firing console ―
Detective Delaney found it.

- Wow. Well done, Simon.

What am I looking at?

- The circuits are all numbered
for different mortars.

All pretty mangled, burnt.

But... see this wire?

It's been cut ―

both ends neatly trimmed
to expose the core.

- Which means...?

- There was something inserted
into the circuit.

And I found this ―

it's the remains
of a signal decoder.

And this...

is a fragment of a capacitor.

The power source.

- So this is our answer

to question one.
- Mm.

- The explosionwas
remotely activated.

- This was definitely no accident.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- You said 'a couple of things'.

- Yeah. Yeah. Um, Hoana and I
went through Lumiere's phone calls

for the last couple of weeks.

- Anything useful?
- Useful, but not conclusive.

- Highlighted one call here,
made from a public phone.

- Ah. OK.

Well, let's get the street cam
footage from near that callbox.

- Yeah. I'll organise it.
- OK.

Hey, (SOFTLY) um, Hoana,
would you mind running a check

on that other guy that was
there too, Harry Grayson?

- OK.

- He was on our eyewitness list
for the explosion,

and then all of a sudden
he shows up when it goes down.

It's worth checking out.
- Mm. Ka pai.

- Thanks.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

I reckon Kylie Shorrock
was sleeping with Lumiere.

For starters, the Shorrocks
lied about this assault ―

these injuries didn't happen 20 hours
previously; it was more like two.

- Yeah. We can't find the three kids
because they don't exist.

- Kylie was hit by one left-handed
person, most likely wearing a ring.

Matheson is right-handed, if his
right hook's anything to go by.

Then there's Fingers ―
he's a righty too.

But Robbie is left-handed.

- Yeah, but if Robbie hit his wife,

why was he so keen to report it?

- Misdirection?

If he found out about the affair
and was planning payback,

he'd want to conceal any motive.

- So he blames the assault
on someone non-existent?

- Well, it's a pretty good theory.
- OK. Go test it out.

- Mrs Shorrock, the last few weeks,
you made multiple calls

and sent a large number of texts
to Jean Pierre Lumiere.

- Yeah. So?

He was mentoring me.
- One on one?

What did that involve?

- Where you going with this?
- Well, most of these texts

were sent at night ―

one on the night of the explosion,
about an hour before.

You said you hadn't spoken
to Jean Pierre that day.

- Oh, I meant in person.

I was just checking
the upcoming schedule.

- We happen to know this assault
did not take place

20 hours before these photos
were taken; it was more like two.

- What's that got to do
with anything?

- Was it your husband
that hit you, Kylie?

- Oh, fuck me dead. (SCOFFS)

(SIGHS)

- Would you describe Robbie
as an angry person?

- (EXHALES SOFTLY)

We're both pretty fiery.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

Yeah, all right, Robbie's got a bit
of a short fuse. But he's harmless.

- I wouldn't describe
what I'm seeing here as harmless.

What was he so angry about?

- Were you having an affair
with Jean Pierre?

- (CHUCKLES)

- Is that why Robbie killed him?

- Robbie did not kill JP.

He'd already got everything
off his chest, all right?

- What does that mean?

He'd already worked his anger
out on you?

- Some new suppliers came in,
and I called to let him know.

- Just before your wife texted him.

We know you found out about them.

- And we know it was you
that hit her,

and as soon as we're done here,
you'll be charged.

- You know, your calls have
an interesting pattern ―

regular communication from the first
couple of weeks you were here,

and then zero communication from
the time you assaulted your wife.

- And then suddenly there's that one
call on the night he was killed.

Was it that call that sent him
to the barge, Robbie?

- No.

- Bullshit.
- EARNESTLY: No.

I swear.

(BIRDS TWITTER)

(SOFT, TENSE MUSIC)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS, ENGINE STARTS)

- SOFTLY: Fuck.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

- Anais.
- Mr Grayson.

- Harry, please.

We're just making your mum
a cup of tea.

It's Anais!

(FRONT DOOR SHUTS)

- Hey, Mum.
- Hi, darling.

- I just, um, thought I'd swing by.
- Oh. Would you like some tea?

- That was quite
the kerfuffle earlier.

- Enough excitement for one day.
- Yes.

(SOFT, TENSE MUSIC)

- Uh, would you guys mind? I just...

- Oh. Uh, not at all.
I've got some things to do.

Think about what I said?
- Oh...

- You need a break. (CHUCKLES)
- Yes.

I will. Thanks, Harry.

- Hope to see you again soon, Anais.

- I need to talk to my mum, Luke.

- Darling, anything
you need to say to me,

you can say it in front of Luke.

- Please.
- No, thank you.

- Oh, for God's sake.
Could you sit down?

You're making me nervous.
- OK.

What was that break you and Harry
were talking about?

- Oh. He, uh...

He wants to take me away to the Med.

It's quite sweet, really.

- It'll do her good.

- SOFTLY: Mum,

come with me to the lodge.
Just for the night.

- Oh, darling, I'm fine here.

Is everything all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah. I'm just, um...

You know, everything today, it's odd.

Just, um... wanted to check in.

- I'm fine.
(NOTIFICATION CHIMES)

- Oh...

I have to go.

- Uh, well, I'll― I'll see you out.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

Darling,

I wanted to say ― you were right.

All those fights you
and I used to have ―

I did favour Lynne.

She was... vulnerable
and so fragile.

And you're strong, like your father.

You've always looked after yourself.

- Mum,

(WHISPERS) just come
with me. Just tonight.

- SOFTLY: I am fine, darling.

Love you so much.

- Well, I am never far away.
- I know.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS, SEATBELT CLICKS)

(TINNY RINGTONE PLAYS)

- Ben?
- Uh, yeah, I wasn't
expecting you just yet.

- Things are moving quickly.
Are you good to go?

- Yeah. Yeah, just say the word.
- OK.

I'll call you. Be ready.

(SIGHS)

- Mallory.
- SIGHS: Detective Kincaid.

I got your message.
- Yeah, I wanted to catch
up with you before I left.

Heading back to Invercargill.
- Oh. I thought you'd already gone.

- No, I had a couple
of interviews today.

You paid Ben Souter a visit?

- Condolences on his brother's death.

- 'Course. Very thoughtful.

- Listen,

I might be able to
help you after tonight.

Don't ask me; just be patient.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(DOOR SHUTS)
- Briefing?
- Uh, yeah. When Jarrod gets here.

(DOOR OPENS)
- LAUGHING: OK. Oh, Detective.
I believe you've met my niece Lena.

- Anais. Uh,
we remembered each other,

even though the circumstances
were a bit bizarre. (CHUCKLES)

- Yeah. Did you find out
who the arm belonged to?

- Y-Yeah. It was, um,
reunited with its owner.

- Yeah. It wasn't the greatest
homecoming, was it? Lena's visiting
for a while.

- Yeah, I'm gonna spend some time
with my uncle Ken ― because I'm the
favourite niece. (GIGGLES)

- It's true.
He's gonna be delighted.

Uh, we weren't expecting
her for a few weeks.

- Yeah, none of us were.
- Yeah,

we're gonna meet up with Luke
and then take Ken to see the lights.

- Great. Have fun.

- Uh, what time are we meeting?
- Uh, once it's dark enough.
The lights will be prettier then.

Eh, Maja?
- OK.

- Yeah.
- Come on, let's go.
- See you, guys.

- Anais. Street cam
footage came through.

- Right.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

And the phone box caller
reveals himself.

(CLICK!)

- SIGHS: Oh. Now we have
to get Fingers back in again.

- Hey, Anais? Good call on the
ink. Gold has been struck again.

Very last parlour that
I went to. Flash as.

Right next to your friend's place.
- What friend?

- Uh, the... oh, gym lady.

So, I'm armed with the list, right?

Get it, eh? 'Arm', 'list'?

OK. Um, anyway, and I flashed
around old Maestro

(FRENCH ACCENT) Jean Pierre Lumiere―
- Jarrod.

- Yeah. Yeah, sorry.

Um, I flashed around the victim's
face all over,

and I finally got a hit.

So, the dude got
the 'Billy' tattoo done

a couple of daysafterhe'd arrived.

- The scabbing would
fit that time frame.

- But that's not exactly cracking
the case, is it, Jarrod?

- Well... Nah, nah, nah. There's―
There's more. Oh, there's more.

He also got another tattoo done,
a couple of days later...

on his left arm.

- The one that was burnt to a crisp.
- What did it say?

- 'Kylie'.

(IMITATES SOFT EXPLOSION)

- Ye― OK, well, I mean,
'Kylie' isn't exactly...

unexpected, though, is it?

- The names ―

there was a mix of men and women.

- Well, what if this Billy
is the William Cullen

on Lumiere's call list?

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

- Yeah, maybe.

- You know, sometimes
it's just about the order

the evidence comes to light.

I mean, we were on the right track,

but it would've been really easy
to back the wrong horse.

So we checkedallof Lumiere's
calls, just to be sure,

and since arriving, he's made over
a dozen calls to a Sydney number ―

to a William Cullen.

Are you familiar with that name?

- Jimbo?

- Maybe you know him as Billy.
- No.

Nah. I don't know any Billy.

- Billy certainly knows you, Jimbo.

And he's not very complimentary.

He was another one of
Lumiere's lovers.

- And so were you.

- No.

- He ditched you for Billy.

- He also slept with Kylie,
your co-worker.

He got her name tattooed
on his other arm.

Did you tell Robbie about that?

- No. No!

Hesaw it, andhehit her.

JP was gonna report him,
and so they killed him.

- No.

It was you...

who called Lumiere and told him
there was a problem at the barge.

- It was your call
that got him out there.

You'd already sneaked
out of hospital

and organised to get to the barge

so you could set up
your radio receiver.

But it wasn't entirely
destroyed, Jim.

We have fragments.

Physical evidence.

Blaming Fingers was a pretty good
piece of misdirection,

I'll give you that.
- Yeah.

And it was a pretty good alibi
being in hospital

when the explosion happened.

But your food poisoning
was self-administered.

And guess what?

You slipped up.
- You said you called Lumiere

to tell him you'd be back
to work the next day,

but when you made that call,
you couldn't possibly have known

when you'd be out.

- And then there's this ― 'Jimbo'.

- All his conquests.

You were an earlier tattoo.

And this...

this was the ultimate insult.

- This superimposing,

cancelling you out.

It must have been very painful, Jim.

(MELANCHOLY ACCORDION MUSIC)

- (EXHALES SHAKILY) He lied to me.

He betrayed me.

He was still talking to Billy
the whole time,

and then he fuckin'
screwed Kylie as well.

'Maestro'?

He was a fucking monster.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

- We also checked your call logs.

There is only one outgoing call
after the call to Lumiere,

and it's an odd one.

Four numbers ―

2-2-6-4.

- On a keypad, that's 'B-A-N-G'.

(BOOM! FIREWORKS EXPLODE)

- (BREATHES SHAKILY)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC CONTINUES)

Chrysanthemum.

(MUSIC FADES)

- Cheers.
- Full confession.

- And great news on your mother's
staffer ― he's gonna be OK.

- Yeah, she could probably employ
old Fingers for the next festival.

- I'll let Gemma know.
- Duty called.

She said she had to go.

- Oh.

OK. Um...

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

- Anais?

This is for you.

It's about Harry Grayson.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

Hey. I'm worried about Anais.

I think she's got a lot going on,
and... I think she needs help.

- What sort of things? She all good?

- I don't know.

She won't let anyone in.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

- Hey.

- How you feeling?
- Uh, much better, actually.

Luke gave me a pill,
so I had a nice long sleep.

- Oh, and then my phone call
woke you? I'm sorry.

- No, don't apologise.

It's a great idea.
Love to see the lights.

- Great. Well, it's getting cold,
so wrap up warm.

Grab a hat and some gloves. I have.

- Be right back.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

- (BREATHES HEAVILY) Oh, shit.

- VOICEMAIL: It's Veronica here.
Leave a message.

(TONE BEEPS)
- Fuck.

Mum, please pick up.

Listen, I don't wanna frighten you,
but this is really important, OK?

I want you to lock your doors.
Do not open them for anyone.

Not Luke. Not Harry.

No one. OK?

I'm on my way.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Mum?

Mum?

Mum?!

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(EXHALES SOFTLY)

Ben?

Are you in place?
- Yeah.

I'm in my car, where you said.
- OK. Someone might be in danger.

We need to move on this.

- Make the call?
- Make the call.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

It's me. Where are you?

- # Strobe light kaleidoscope,

# before fluid time

# takes control.

- Yeah.

Seriously, three and a half hours
I spent up that tree.

- Three and a half hours?
- Yes.

I was hanging
all the cables everywhere.

- Bloody hell.
- Turned out all right, though.

- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, yeah.

(CONVERSATION FADES)

- Got the money?

(CHATTER)

- Oh, wow, Uncle Ken,
this is so cool. (CHUCKLES)

So great to be here.
- So good to have you here, hon.

- # Silk sheets.

# She is adrift.

- I've got bank records,
I've got dates, I've got times,

and I've got this ―

Doug Snapes' ledger.

This is proof of how it was
all put together.

OK? The labs, the payments ―
everything.

I couldn't figure it out,
and then I got this.

These are the missing pages.

Your brother had them, Ben.
They were his leverage.

They were what was keeping him safe.

And they prove who was funding
the whole operation.

- BEN: 'Why are you telling me this?

'Shouldn't you be telling
your cop mates?'

- I wanted you to know
before I turned it all over,

in case it gets swept under the rug.

- She's handing it over tomorrow.

So... the money?

And then you can have the phone,
and I never heard any of this.

Never mention it.

Deal with your problem
any way you want.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

- ANAIS CHUCKLES:
'You're such a pretty boy.'

- LUKE: 'It's not the first time
I've been told that.'

(CHUCKLING ECHOES)

- (EXHALES SOFTLY)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(MELLOW ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS,
CHATTER)

- First time I saw them
setting it up.

Pretty buzzy lights, eh?

Reds and the blues and whatnot―
- Hey.

- Yeah. Sorry, I...
do talk too much.

You all good?
- I'm good.

Are you... good?

- Yeah, I'm really stoked.
- Sweet.

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS DISTANTLY)

- Looks cold out there.

You... might have to stay
another couple of nights.

- Dangerous.
You might not want me to leave.

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(CAR DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

- Anais. We need to
talk. This is insane.

I ran into Ben. Yeah. Ben Souter.

This is his phone.
He recorded everything.

Now you've crossed the line.
We're having this out now.

- Great. Let's go.
- (SNIFFS)

I'd say I feel sorry for you,
but I'm sick to fucking death

of you chasing me around
with all this shit.

And you know what? If it was just me
getting hurt, that'd be fine.

But dragging down Maja?!

Fuck you.

Once I show this to Sharon,
you can kiss goodbye to your badge

and your whole job.

So fuck this, and fuck that!
- It's fine.

It makes no difference to me.
I've got copies of all of that.

- Oh, copies of all your delusions?
- They're not delusions.

- Why are you so fixated on me, huh?

Come on, what have you
got on me really?

- What I've got, Luke,

is a whole lot of payments
made to Doug Snapes ―

payments that passed through him
to Alan Souter,

your old partner in crime.

Profits from a very lucrative
drug operation.

- And what makes you think
I'm involved in all of that?

- 'PB'.

- What are you talking about?
- You're PB.

- ECHOING: Pretty Boy speaking.
- (LAUGHS)

Pretty Boy.

That's what they used to call you.

(TENSE MUSIC)

I've got it all, Luke.
I've got the paper trail.

You can drop the act now, OK?

This is over for you.

- Hmm.

You always wanted to know
about my business, huh?

I told you it was boring.

But you were never satisfied,
were you?

You really wanna know, huh?

SOFTLY: We made a lot of money,
Anais, and it was so...

fucking easy.

- Tell me about Dad.

- (SIGHS)

It was like the cop said.

He came across one of our labs
in a rental property.

- Doug.

- What they didn't know
is that we were paying him off

to keep him quiet.

But he wanted more money.

I guess he had some rather
expensive hobbies, didn't he?

What was her name, again?

- Did you pay Alan Souter to do it?

- Oh, do you wanna speak to him?
- ON PHONE: Nah, nah, nah.

- No? No, I didn't think so.

- It's not that hard, Alan. Just
dissuade him from asking for more.

- CHUCKLES: Yeah, OK.

I can dissuade him.

I passed on your demands
to our associate,

and he suggested
that we dissuade you. Hmm?

- (GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

- So are you dissuaded now?

- Yeah, all right,
all right! Please!

- Are you? Huh?
- (GRUNTS)

- Whoa, whoa, Alan―
- Cut it out!

- No, you're not, are you?
- Yes!

- Alan!
- Yes!

- Not dissuaded enough!

- (YELLS)
- No! No!

(SCREAM ECHOES)

- I didn't have him killed.

Souter went rogue on me.
- Bullshit. Tell me about Lynne.

- Look,

I knew she was on P.
I wanted to help her,

but she didn't wanna listen to me
because by then,

she was already a fucking addict.

- She did not drive
off Skippers Canyon.

OK? She was way too
cautious for that.

Tell me what happened, Luke.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- (WHIMPERS)

- Did you pay to have her killed too?
Did she know too much?

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

- (SCREAMS)

- There is a payment in this ledger
the day after she died.

$50,000.

$50,000 for my sister's life.

Who the fuck is GL?!

AreyouGL?

Who is GL if it's not you?

- The, uh, gym lady.
- What gym lady?

- Right next to your friend's place.
The gym lady.

- SOFTLY: Oh my God.
- Fuck.

- Maja?

(CRASH!)

What are you doing?

- Looks like there's been
some kind of trouble here.

Home invasion, maybe?
- No, no, no. No.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

- I told you.

I fucking told you, but you
wouldn't listen, would you?

- Don't fuckin' move!

- (GRUNTS)

- (BREATHES SHAKILY)
- (GROANS)

- Stay down.
(HANDCUFFS CLINK)

- Fuckin'... (GROANS)

- (BREATHES SHAKILY)

We've got it all.

Right here, Luke.
It is fucking over for you.

Luke Staunton, you are under arrest

for the production of class-A drugs

and the complicity in the murder
of Charles Mallory and Alan Souter.

- (GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I really was, you know.

Looking out for her. Veronica.

- Where is she?
- The festival, with Harry.

(ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC PLAYS,
CHATTER)

- It's so beautiful.
- Mm.

So, tell you what ―

you carry on to the next one;
I'll go get us some drinks.

- Sure.

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

- (SCREAMS)

(SIREN WAILS)

- Almost there.

- You guys wanna tell me
what's going on?

Hello? Anybody?

(SIRENS WAIL)

Just tell me what's going on,
for Christ's sake!

Jesus!

- Hey, let me. She's―
- No.

- Hey, I called it in.
Did my best to set up a perimeter.

- OK. Where is she?
- West side of the dance floor.

- Mate, can you just look after him?

(INTENSE DRUM-AND-BASS MUSIC)

- (PANTS)

(DRAMATIC CLASSICAL VIOLIN MUSIC)

Oh. Oh, Maja.

(DRAMATIC VIOLIN MUSIC)

(MUSIC ENDS)

(INTRIGUING COUNTRY MUSIC)

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