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RICHTER: Do you know this woman?

- DIANA: The hut's been hit by bullets.

- GWENDA: This... came from up there.

RICHTER: Aileen didn't stumble down here by accident.

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

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

I know where those fuckers kept you locked-up.

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

- (BEEP) - Can you tell Di that I'm sorry?

She's out there.

BUSTER: The darkness hasn't gone, has it?

RICHTER: Aileen!

(BIRDS CALLING)

You've been doing that for weeks, testing yourself.

I'm trying to stop. I know I'm not sick.

But you will be.

Doing that won't stop what's coming.

God, you love it here!

- You say that like it's a bad thing. - Well, it's a graveyard.

Was a graveyard. Besides, the best pint in Dublin's around the corner.

Yeah.

We should have run.

You're broken, Richter.

I'm not talking about Huntingdon's.

Is this where you blame my father for walking out on me?

(LAUGHS)

- You're a grown man. I blame you. - Hm.

Are you scared?

Terrified.

What are you going to do?

Whatever it takes to find you.

(CLATTER, BUZZER)

(BUZZER STOPS)

MAN: Tied that girl up in the hut, eh?

Left her to think she was dying.

My daughter's the same age as that Irish girl.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT, LOCKS)

What... Wait.

(FOOTSTEPS AWAY)

- Hey, copycat. - (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Is that what you are?

How do you know so much about the fucking Goatman?

- (SPLUTTERING) - Huh?

The guy in charge of the case.

He had dementia, I visited him, he told me everything.

(PASTORS LAUGHS)

You're gonna have some fun in here, boy.

Now, fuck outta here, you piece of shit!

(SPLUTTERING)

(DOOR CLOSES, LOCKS)

(PHONE RINGING)

(BEEP) 'This is Theo Richter. Leave a message.'

Give me a call when you get this, Richter.

When I start working here officially, I will move to the office down the back.

I don't want to be the guy elbowing you out or anything, if you'd rather...

Sweet as. I should be the first port of call - a local face for local faces.

How long you reckon it'll take till I'm considered to be a local face?

25 years - if you play your cards right.

Ah, I'm still waiting to hear back from the real estate agent. Look at this!

It's perfect.

That's Wiki's grandma's house.

- No way! - Been in the family for generations.

Collinson Prison just came through with Frank Pastor's visitor list.

Last two years, aside from Aileen's visit, one name.

- Linda Pastors. - Mm.

Linda's alibi for the night Aileen went missing was a friend, right?

- Her mate, Sharyn. - Know her address?

- Sure do. - All right, you're with me.

Hey, Jacobs, can you put Richter on?

He hasn't surfaced yet. I think he's still sleeping.

Wait one.

Hey, Irish. Rise and shine, mate.

Irish?

- Well, he's not in his tent. - 'Where is he, then?'

He can't be too far. I'll get back to you.

What the fuck?

(BEEP)

(PHONE CHIMES)

It's Richter.

(RADIO CRACKLES) Jacobs?

Richter sent me a locator pin. I'm forwarding it to you now.

I'll be there ASAP. Meantime, confirm he's OK?

'Roger. Will do.'

Quick as we can.

Hey, mate.

Hey, Bruce.

Gonna get it up on its blocks,

take this on a roadie round the east coast over summer.

Linda wants to root a bloke in every town.

She's been doing it tough, eh?

Guess you're not here to talk mechanics.

Linda told us she was at your place two nights ago.

- The night she met that Irishwoman? - Yeah. Monday evening.

Yeah, she came round. She was a mess.

What did you do?

Listen to music. She talked about Jarred.

- Had a few drinks. Had a few more. - You sure this was Monday?

That Irishwoman's missing, that's why you're here.

You were drinking. Are you sure it's the same night?

You're pretty.

Young, like a girl.

Linda was a stunner - leave you for dead.

- Then life kicked her in the teeth. - Look, I'm sorry if I upset you somehow.

Some stranger turns up,

asking my mate about her husband that beat her and her kid that died?

I have to watch her try and drink away the pain like she always does

and it never works and it breaks my heart, yeah, I got the right fucking night!

Anything else I can help you with?

Nice to see you, Bruce.

Good to see you, too.

Good luck with the car.

Get on to Collinson Prison.

Anything they can tell us about Linda's visits to Frank Pastors.

- You're not buying it? - Too many roads converge on Linda.

- Richter! - Yo.

- You good? - All good, mate.

(RADIO CRACKLES) DS Huia, this is Jacobs. We've located Richter.

Looks like he's found something. You guys should get up here.

WIKI: Has anyone seen this woman over the last day or so?

She's Aileen Ryan. She's Irish, blonde, tiny.

Um... She's been missing over the last 24 hours. No one's seen her?

OK, look, if everyone could just keep an eye out for her?

- She's a really good person. - Yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah, could I book in for a shampoo, root colour, cut and set?

Oh. Er...

I'm just kidding! (LAUGHS)

I cut it myself, you know! At home, with the hedge clippers!

(CHUCKLING)

You know, the lippy, the flash hair.

Oh, you're flash, all right.

You're kinda Hollywood, whereas my nana's place is sort of backwaters.

No, really, it's perfect.

Come on, what you gonna do on a Saturday night?

Play Scrabble with Bruce and his mum or go fishing with Buster?

(LAUGHS) No, honestly, I am the stay-at-home kind.

You know that your tribe and my tribe, we got history, eh?

Yeah, yeah, I had heard some things, but history's history.

Yeah, history's history.

So, what are you saying, Wiki? You're not going to rent me your house...

"A bit of trouble"?

OK.

Sure, you've heard some things.

You need to find out more, a lot more.

We're two Māori women, living here today.

- That is not us, that is not our fight. - You don't get it.

No, I don't.

There's a long dark shadow between our iwi.

You want to move into my nan's place?

If you were to do that, I'd be forever worried about the consequences for you.

Look, if it helps,

I get a good accommodation allowance,

I could easily go an extra 50 bucks a week.

Maybe even 75.

Wik... Wiki!

SINEAD: 'This is where I was kept.

'I wanted to die.

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

'Being here anyway...'

You're annoyed.

Think I'm jeopardising the case?

You didn't make an accusation, express an opinion

or make a comment related to the accused.

You spoke about your feelings.

But I'd rather you didn't do it on social media, Sinead.

Venting your frustrations, becoming emotional.

- They'll use it against me? - They'll challenge your credibility.

- Won't they do that anyway? - Sinead.

I know how angry you are Valerie Armstrong got bail.

God, we are always playing by the rules, Mum. Where does it get us?

I'll see you later, OK?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(♪ "Gaslight" by Bitch Falcon blaring)

♪ Gaslight

♪ Keeping... ♪

(♪ MUSIC BLEEDS THROUGH HEADPHONES)

(♪ MUSIC STOPS)

Hey.

Did you spend the night here?

Is that the tree?

Where Colin Friends hung himself?

He was your boss, right?

What are you doing?

Come on, film me.

Sinead, hold on!

You'll sleep next to a graveyard but you won't go in?

You're not allowed to film in there. It's tapu, sacred.

OK.

Colin's death is part of my story, too.

- Come here, do this. - (WATER RUNNING)

Head, then shoulders.

What's this, warding off evil?

You don't believe in fairy stories, do you?

Wait.

Don't talk about stuff you don't understand!

I'm sorry.

Except...

Something happened a couple of years ago and...

- Well... - And...?

Have you ever heard of a banshee?

She's a spirit who warns of the death of a family member by wailing or screaming.

And after that thing happened...

..every night for months after, I heard her.

Then a while later she stopped and...

I thought she was gone but...

..when I was back in that hut, she started crying again.

Shit.

So, why are you staying here?

Got into an argument at home.

And I like the views.

The neighbours keep to themselves.

GINGE: Hey, we should do some more filming.

I know where we should go.

You enjoy your trip?

Battery's almost dead. 12 missed calls, whoever The Boss is, they're pissed off.

- You couldn't call them back? - Phone's locked.

- Where was the vehicle? - About a mile back.

No personal items, no blood inside the car,

no evidence of anybody trying to scramble up the bank, nothing.

So, Aileen's tyres were slashed, presumably so she can't get away,

but this car's trashed.

Maybe it was the shooter's, lost control trying to get away?

No, looks more like it was pushed,

and there's tracks on the road where it was parked up.

Must be something else, maybe a second victim?

DIANA: Let's take another look.

Whatever happened up here, if there was a plan, something changed.

Shit hit the fan and they were making it up as they went along.

Here.

- That's not from a semiautomatic, is it? - No.

- It's a handgun. - That's what changed.

Semiautomatic sniper rifle up here, handgun down there. It was a shootout.

- Aileen had a gun? - No way.

- There had to be someone with her. - (PHONE RINGTONE)

Shit!

- It's dead. - Christ!

Better get this charged up. Whoever called, they'll be calling back.

GWENDA: Spoke with the motor vehicle register.

No matches for the wrecked vehicle's rego on the database.

Looks like it was advertised on a resale site a month ago,

sold for cash purchase, no questions asked.

So, we've got a hot vehicle with fake plates?

Car could belong to Frank's guy on the outside.

Could, but what about all the missed calls from The Boss?

- There was no phone found in the cell.

- The Boss, eh? Mum's gonna love that.

- Huge Springsteen fan, hence... - (PHONE RINGS)

Jeez, Bruce, you gotta work on your joke game.

Sergeant Harris.

Yeah. All right, hang on a sec.

Diana, CE of Collinson Prison.

She's got some information for us about Linda Pastors' visits.

- Great, put her through. - She wants to meet personally.

At the prison. Ken Armstrong has also asked to see you.

- Yup, tell her I'm on my way. - OK.

- Let me know if that rings? - Good luck.

BRUCE: OK, bye.

(WHISPERS) Hey, Boss!

- I think I've pissed Wiki off. - How do you mean?

Well, we were talking about the cottage, it got intense,

I said something then it was like she just went deaf.

She's doing that completely ignoring you thing. Good luck fixing that one up.

(CHUCKLES)

WOMAN: A few months ago, Pastors' ex-wife was caught bringing in contraband.

Cannabis oil in an emptied-out fruit juice box.

- That wasn't in the reports. - I decided not to press charges.

Frank Pastors had someone on the outside

threatening Linda if she didn't bring the stuff in.

- Who was it? - I don't know.

It was never face-to-face. I gave Frank a choice.

Call his mate off or go back to maxi.

Did he disclose who his outside contact was?

Pastors refused to say.

But the problem went away - he got the message.

Linda sent me a nice letter saying she was free.

She never visited again.

If Pastors had an operative on the outside how do we know he's not still in contact?

We came down on him hard.

Random checks on his cell five times the frequency of any other prisoner.

- I want to see him. - He's refusing any cop visits.

I can wait. He's not going anywhere.

Officer Rendell will take you to Mr Armstrong. He's in the At Risk Unit.

You should know, Mr Armstrong isn't doing terribly well.

Go easy.

OK. Thank you.

(BUZZER, KEYS JANGLE)

(SOFTLY) Thanks for coming.

How you doing, Ken?

Um...

I've been... I've been better.

Why do you want to see me?

I just needed to talk to you, Di.

After what happened, after Ronan.

- The knife. - Ken.

The warning I gave you when I arrested you,

whatever you say can be used in court, that still stands, OK?

Yeah, OK.

We tried to look after Ronan.

Give him a bit of dignity.

We got bags of ice to stop...

..stop...

And, you know, there's only so much you can do at that stage.

Ken, I, um...

I think you need to talk to someone.

A corrections counsellor, or we can get a specialist...

No.

I'm good.

I went after Ronan like a fucking idiot.

Val was only trying to clean up my mess.

Then you turn up, then she has to betray her best friend.

Please, Diana, forgive her.

Just forgive her.

It's just that when, um...

when I moved his body.

When I put him in the waterfall, it had been five days.

It's the smell.

It won't come off.

It won't come off.

The death, the smell of it, it won't come off me.

RENDELL: Time for you to wrap it up.

No, Diana, wait.

Diana?

- (KEYS JANGLING) - Diana?

Don't leave me! DIANA!

Diana!

Stop!

Stop!

We didn't go hard enough on Ken's good character angle at the hearing.

- I went appropriately hard. - You should have made him see sense.

This is a difficult case, I have to give you difficult advice.

We need to move forward and concentrate on the trial.

No, we need to go back. Appeal, Ross.

My son was head prefect at St Christopher's,

Masters in Political Science, the youngest mayor in the history of this region.

Members of the town council will all write letters of support and...

Michaela.

- Why did you employ me? - You're the best.

Ken's where he should be right now, for his sake.

It's just for a month or two.

There's no guaranteeing his safety in Mount Affinity. Ken has access to psych...

My son doesn't need psych!

My son needs to be home.

Ken made his choice. It's the right decision, you need to let it go.

Thank you for being so clear.

I won't keep you.

- My daughter's lunch is ready. - Well, thanks, Ray.

I'll be in touch.

(FRONT DOOR SLAMS)

Here you go, love.

- You look flushed. I'll open the window. - I'm actually cold.

- Just a little. - (WINDOW OPENS)

MICHAEL: Yes, Ross, there was one last thing.

We've decided your services are no longer required.

Please send a final invoice. We needn't talk again.

He's a very good lawyer.

Yeah, I'm going to find one who does as we ask.

She's, er... She's got a lot going on.

Could you please stay for a little bit?

Not hungry?

Just tired.

Thanks.

How was that?

- That was um... - A nightmare?

Doing OK?

No. You?

- No. - No calls from The Boss?

No, nothing from STG either.

It's confirmed.

Frank Pastors was speaking to someone unidentified on the outside.

- Threatening Linda. - Jesus!

Pastors won't say who, prison thinks they've cut off access.

― But they're not sure? - Mn-mm.

How's Ken?

- I might do the bail check for Val today. - I'll log you into the system.

(PHONE RINGTONE)

(BREATHING)

This is Detective Theo Richter, who am I speaking with?

- (DIAL TONE) - Shit!

- Could you hear anything? - No, nothing.

- Was there any background noise? - Just a second of dead fucking air!

(LANDLINE RINGS)

Sergeant Harris.

Yeah, OK.

Richter, lawyer for you.

This is Detective Theo Richter, who am I speaking with?

SPEAKER: 'My name is George Anderson. I represent Derry Fallon.

'I believe my client is being held in your station. Why is he being detained?'

Your client is not in custody currently.

- 'One moment, please.' - Bruce?

The wrecked car is Derry Fallon's.

- Just with different plates. - GWENDA: The Irish gangster?

What does Derry Fallon have to do with Frank Pastors or the mountain murders?

GEORGE: 'Please advise why you're in possession of my client's phone.'

Well, George, it's like this, Anita's not the only one looking for answers.

Tell her to get her arse to Mount Affinity station.

You can come too, if you like.

Prick!

Is Anita Fallon seriously going to come down here?

Damn right she will.

This is where Valerie Armstrong lives.

I'm not supposed to be here, but if the courts did their job

she wouldn't be here either.

She's up there.

Living in luxury.

While Ronan Garvey's dead.

Another Irishwoman is missing.

You might have seen the flyers.

Her name is Aileen Ryan.

She's a journalist here to report on what that woman's done.

Maybe you believe in coincidences. I don't.

Valerie Armstrong should be in jail, like her brother.

While she's not, no one is safe.

(BEEP)

So, if she's on the bracelet, how could she have kidnapped the journalist?

That makes no sense.

You can't get answers if you don't ask questions.

I saw you looking at the new grave at the graveyard.

Who is it?

(SIGHS) I'm not on your podcast, spilling my guts to the world.

It's not a podcast. Maybe one day.

Hey, bitch! I see you!

Ya hear me? I fucking see you!

GINGE: Sinead.

Gotta go. Mum's waiting.

The bullet in the tree. Derry's a handgun guy, right?

He has a thing for vintage handguns, like his old man.

Doesn't account for the second gun, though.

Maybe someone's following him.

Aileen writes an article about Derry.

Frank reads it.

They're both lured up to his uncle's hut, but why?

Where are they now?

- ANITA: DI Richter, now! - Here we go.

ANITA: I'm not fucking around, let me in.

- Let her in, Sean. - (HAMMERING ON DOOR)

(BUZZER)

- Richter! - Anita?

- What the hell is going on? - Mrs Fallon, if you'd like to follow me.

- You're being questioned regarding... - You're cautioning me?

- For fucking what? - Kidnap and potential murder.

Every other thing your piece of shit husband is capable of.

- Richter. - Your associate is trying to remind you,

detective, that you have zero jurisdiction to question

or caution anyone in this country.

Detective Richter was sworn in as a temporary police officer, so he does.

- I don't give a shit. Where's me husband? - You tell me.

Mrs Fallon.

I don't know.

Start your recording.

You have the right to consult and instruct a lawyer without delay and in private.

Anything you say will be recorded and may be used in evidence.

You're Theo Richter. You're Diana whatever-your-name-is.

- Control yourself, Mrs Fallon. - I'm Anita Fallon. I know my rights.

I'm sitting with my representation. Ask your poxy questions.

My client is trying to say she's ready for the interview.

Good to know.

DS Diana Huia in Mount Affinity police station.

Anita Fallon is here, represented by George Anderson.

Detective Richter is also present.

I'm showing Anita Fallon photographs of her husband Derry Fallon's car

found at the bottom of the valley.

- Is he hurt? - He's missing.

Along with Aileen Ryan, a woman he abducted three days ago.

Whatever's going on with her, Derry has nothing to do with it.

- I beg to differ. - Beg to who the fuck you want.

I'm now showing Anita Fallon photographs

of the damage caused to a hut connected to the disappearance of Aileen Ryan,

caused by a high-powered semiautomatic rifle.

You think Derry did this? You're way off.

- Why don't you tell us what's going on? - If I knew that, then...

I swear on my kids' lives...

..he was done with Aileen.

RICHTER: Any trouble brewing back home?

- Just the usual. - Anything that would follow him here?

I don't know.

I can't find him with my hands tied behind my back.

We need the password for his phone.

It's fingerprint protected.

So, if you want access, you'd better find him.

WIKI: OK. Thanks, yeah.

- BUSTER: Any joy? - Ugh!

A woman called the library this afternoon looking for a book on local history.

"Had a funny accent. Could have been Irish. Could have been Chinese!"

- Mm-hm? - Can you fellas show me

the area of the forest that you talked to the cops about?

Yeah.

Um... Yeah, I told them to search... It was this gorge.

Then if she wasn't there, I said maybe this valley over here.

- OK. - Yeah, and I told the cops

to head for this valley here.

It's an easy walk if the lady's injured or something.

OK, so, what about up here?

MASON: I don't know that area so well.

What?

Oh...

You know, that battle up there back in the day?

Everybody knows not to go there.

But Aileen's Irish, she don't know shit about that, eh?

What's going on?

- Aunty. - Hi.

Tell them.

There's a part of the forest the STG hasn't seen

- because the kids never told them. - DIANA: Why not?

Davinity, tell them now.

I've got this friend...

She's got a weed patch up the Kaikākāriki.

But it's cos she's saving up to buy her mum a new car.

The weed patch is going to be their payday.

- Can you get them up to STG? - Yeah. Better get your vest.

Hey.

Anyone can screw up, yeah?

But now's your chance to fix it.

Come on.

ON RADIO: 'DS Huia to base.

'Richter's bringing one of the local kids back up the valley.

'She has some new info. Could help us locate Aileen Ryan.'

JACOBS: 'Copy that. We'll be ready at base camp.'

Cheers, Bruce.

I've never seen you so quiet.

Makes a nice change.

Hey, mate.

Must have felt like a punch in the guts, eh? Ken?

- You fellas were really close. - Yeah, I keep kicking myself.

- I'm supposed to know this town. - Yeah, well, you do.

- Better than anybody. - Didn't see it, though, any of it.

It's about how well Ken and Val lied, not you doing your job wrong.

You're a bloody good cop, Bruce, and you're a good bloke.

- So, basically, I'm your hero. - Ha! You tell anybody, I'll just deny it.

What?

Did you used to shag the policeman?

You're not out of the dogbox yet.

(HANDBRAKE ON)

(ENGINE OFF)

Ronan used to live on this.

- Tastes terrible, though. - Hm.

- What about some prawns? - Hm? Yeah.

Sinead.

- Hey, killer! - What the fuck?

Looking for my mother?

Didn't manage to kill her in Dublin, thought you'd try your luck here?

Judge.

My daughter asked you a question.

Don't be ridiculous.

Derry wouldn't dirty his hands on the likes of you.

- We have people for that. - What are you doing here?

Didn't you hear?

He's missing.

But I'm still here.

Enjoy your holiday.

(CLOCK TICKING)

- Er... Valerie? - Hey.

Bail check.

Could you, um, leave us, Ray?

- Di... - I saw Ken.

Is he OK?

No. He begged me to see you.

Thank you - for coming.

It's not enough, Di, but I'm so sorry.

You've lied to my face. My oldest friend, yeah, you're right, it's not enough.

Ken needed me. I was all he had, he needed me, Di.

Yeah, put whatever bullshit around it you want.

Protecting your brother, protecting this town. It's just words.

Christ, Val, look at what you did!

- Bruce will do this from now on. - Is this what friends do?

Is it?

- You covered up manslaughter or murder. - You of all people.

I thought you would understand. If you could have saved your mum.

- You would have done anything. - How dare you bring her into this?

- Don't lie! - Ken begged me to forgive you.

- I can't ever do that! - RAY: You, out!

- Now! - Fine.

Are you trying to kill her, Di?

Is that what you want?

- Don't be ridiculous. - Your mother would be ashamed.

(DISTANT DOGS BARKING)

ON RADIO: 'Reid to Jacobs, we have a new coordinate.

'I'm gonna spread out and converge on the far side of the valley.'

Have a look over there.

Hold up!

REID: 'The dogs have picked up a scent leading us to old mining territory.

'Pinging you our location now.'

JACOBS: 'Roger. Stay with it. Coming towards you with Richter now.

'ETA 30 minutes.'

- (CHOPPING FOOD) - SINEAD: Anita Fallon's face today!

(HANNAH LAUGHS)

Yeah, my mother used to say, "She has a face that would stop a clock."

SINEAD: (LAUGHING) Thanks.

You really shouldn't have thrown that milk.

But I'm glad that you did.

I'm sick and tired of being intimidated by those people.

Screw them.

Screw them!

I went to Valerie Armstrong's house today. I made a video there.

- Sinead... - Mum!

Just don't.

SINEAD: 'Her name is Aileen Ryan.

'She's a journalist here to report on what that woman's done.

'Maybe you believe in coincidences.

'I don't.'

(DOG BARKING)

(SNIFFING, BARKING)

JACOBS: That dog's got something here.

REID: The dog tracked the scent to this old mine.

Ready to move in?

Take the lead.

JACOBS: Right, boys. Fall in. Time to go to work. Follow me.

(BARKING)

Steady, steady. Steady now.

- Gun! Get down! - (ALL SHOUTING)

Where is she? Where is she, Derry? Where is she?

Richter!

I'm here.

- JACOBS: Rear section clear! - I'm here.

OFFICER: Spread your legs, I'm gonna search you! Don't move!

Turn around, face the wall!

REID: STG to DS Huia.

We found them. They're alive.

Copy that. On my way.

ON RADIO: 'DS Huia to base. I'm en route to the STG camp with Anita Fallon.

'I've got the ambulance crew with us. Derry Fallon's been injured.'

(SPLASH)

Thank God she's safe!

- Good timing. - Yeah.

So, when do you reckon your mate's gonna buy her mum that car?

I don't know, couple of weeks.

Her mum's gonna love it.

That'll be the last of it, though, right?

I'll check on it personally.

(BIRDS CALLING)

(WINGS FLUTTERING)

Take cover! Gun!

Get down! Get down!

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

♪ I've seen black horses

♪ Outside my doorway

♪ I've seen bright spirits

♪ Ride on the air

♪ I've seen my true love

♪ Out in the garden

♪ I've seen my true love

♪ A standing there

♪ And when I see her

♪ A tear falls from me

♪ To think she loved me

♪ My heart's delight. ♪