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Somebody sent me a message
linking him to this lodge.

DIANA: We've got a situation up
here. The hut's been hit by bullets.

That's not from a semiautomatic,
is it?

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

DIANA: The wrecked car is
Derry Fallon's.

He was done with Aileen.
Derry has nothing to do with it.

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

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

because the kids never told them.

- Where is she?
- Richter!

I'm here.

Take cover! Gun!

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(ENGINE OFF)

("Trophy Wife" by Slow Riot playing)

♪ Nice to meet you in the morning

♪ When you greet me with a fist

♪ You're copying the distance
of some stranger

♪ He's much uglier than this... ♪

(♪ MUSIC OFF)

You.

You clearly have a death wish.

- Derry...
- Who told you?

I don't know what you're
talking about.

That's not what you said
in your fucking message.

- Derry, I didn't send you a message.
- Don't fuck with me.

The article you're threatening to write.
I'm not writing an article about you...

- How do you know?
- I don't know.

This can be fast or slow, Aileen.

Do you understand?

- Aileen!
- (GUNSHOTS)

- (GUNSHOTS)
- Get down!

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUING)

Go!

- Fucking move!
- (GUNSHOTS)

Fuck this!

- (GUNSHOTS CONTINUING)
- Come on!

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUING)

- Are you shot?
- No.

- Come on.
- (DISTANT GUNSHOTS CONTINUING)

- What the fuck is going on?
- I don't know!

I didn't send you a message,
I'm not writing an article about you.

- What the fuck are you doing here?
- I got a message as well. I'll show you.

OK?

- Fuck it, I must have dropped it!
- There's somebody shooting at us there.

Yeah, both of us, Derry!

We've both been set up!

I left me phone in me car.

Does anyone know where you are?

No, I'm meant to be on a flight
back home.

Then we're on our own.

DERRY: Come on.

What, we're just
going to pretend that

you weren't trying
to kill me back there?

Yeah.

You didn't say what brought you here,
by the way.

- I was just chasing a story, Derry.
- Yeah, I'm gonna need more than that.

It's the mountain murders case.

What the fuck
have you got me involved in here?

It's gonna get dark soon.

We need to make a plan.

(CHORUS OF WILDLIFE CALLS)

DERRY: What's the wildlife
situation?

- Bears? Wolves?
- I don't know.

No snakes, right?

You scared of snakes?

Just don't like them.

There's no snakes.

Right. Sleep.

First thing tomorrow, we turn back.
They're bound to be gone by now.

DERRY: So, what's your interest
in the mountain murders?

Anita's stuck into the podcast.

Listens to it falling asleep.

- Mad yoke.
- Are we going the right way?

That's not an answer.

It's unsolved. Thought I might find
a story or something.

So, you thought you'd just rock up
and solve the case?

Fucking Goatman after us, imagine!

DERRY: No idea where we are.

One tree looks like the
bleedin' next.

Cannabis.

(CLATTER)

(DOOR CREAKS)

No one here.

Biscuits!

This feels small-time.

Crops won't be ready for another
month.

We need to keep moving.

- Don't know who these fuckers are.
- Give it back!

- Afraid I'll find your tampons...? Aagh!
- (CRASH)

- Derry, hold still!
- (GROANS)

Gin trap. Come on.

(STRAINING)

You gonna leave me here?

I could.

It'd be the end of you, wouldn't it?

Please!

OK. Derry, I need you
to hold still, all right?

I need to release it first.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

OK.

(DERRY CRIES OUT)

AILEEN: Easy, easy, easy.

We need to get you out of here, OK?

OK, one, two, three... up.

(MOANING)

Look.

I need the rest.

(CRIES OUT)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Jesus, Derry. I don't know. I just...

I don't know.

- You're not leaving me.
- You can't walk!

So, you'll carry me.

You're not really in a position
to tell me what to do.

I'll die here.

Aileen!

Aileen!

(MOVEMENT OUTSIDE)

Jesus, Derry! It's me!

It's me.

Right, if you're determined
to walk on that...

..you need something for the pain.

You came back.

Yeah, well...

I'm not you, am I?

You found it, you light it.

I'm not getting stoned with you.

I'm not compromising meself.

If I smoke, you smoke.

For fuck's sake!

Happy?

I was thinking, that nosy bollocks
Richter will come looking for you.

I know he dumped you, but that won't
matter, not when he knows you're gone.

You don't know me.

Er...

Pot and fucking kettle?

All right.

What did you think I knew about you?

It doesn't matter.

Whoever sent that message,
they were fishing.

Yeah, but it mattered enough to
kill me.

I think we can safely say at this stage,
Derry, that everything is off the record.

The fuckin' neck on ya!

All right.

I'll tell you.

That's Brian Dalton.

He's your wife's brother.

My best friend.

He went missing two years ago.

He just got in over his head.

- Didn't ya?
- God!

Where are we headed, anyway?

Just have to do something for Da.

You're always doing something
for Bounce.

Yeah.

- He's a real pain in the hole.
- You all right?

- DERRY: Give us a smoke, will you?
- No way!

Anita'll have me balls, man.

All right.

Your funeral, pal.

Have one yourself.

What?

BRIAN: It's not what you think.

- It doesn't matter what I think.
- Matters to me.

You're a snitch, Brian.

- I needed protection...
- I would have protected you!

Didn't want to drag you into me
problems.

Talk to Bounce.
He's your da, he'll listen...

You think I didn't fucking try?

He wants you dead, Brian.

And he wants me to do it
cos I trusted you.

- Loved you.
- What if I run?

I can run, man. What if I run?

He'll kill Anita.

- She's your wife.
- She's your sister!

All right, man.

All right.

Don't tell Anita I was a snitch.

Please, just don't tell her anything
all right?

You want me to leave her wondering?

It's better than the truth.

DERRY: (SOFTLY) All right.

(GUN CLICKS)

(GUNSHOT)

So, Anita doesn't know?

She doesn't need to know.

Is that why you came here?

To... get away from your dad?

Yeah.

And for my son.

He can do anything here.

- Be anything.
- Yeah.

It doesn't change the things
you've done, though, who you are.

What about you,
Miss High and Fucking Mighty?

Where have your choices led you?

Living alone, bolts on your door.

Yeah.

I was born into this life.

What's your excuse?

Good night, Aileen.

(DOG BARKING)

(GROANS)

Aileen?

(BARKING LOUDER)

- Gun! Get down!
- (ALL SHOUTING)

Face down! Face down!

Drop the gun!

(MUFFLED) Where is she? Where is she?

Richter!

(BIRDS CALLING)

(WINGS FLAPPING)

Take cover! Gun!

Get down! Get down!

- Take cover!
- Derry!

Stay down!

- Diana, where?
- A hundred metres into the treeline!

A hundred metres into the treeline.
Pushing left, let's move!

Stay behind me. Push up, push up!

Stay down. You, stay on her.

Anita!

- No! NO!
- Get back!

- Get back!
- No!

- Derry!
- Where?

- (ENGINE REVS)
- Motorbike!

DIANA: Follow me.

- Push up! Where is he?
- ANITA: Derry!

- Let me go.
- He's gone, he's gone.

- He's gone, he's gone.
- (SOBBING)

There!

He's headed for the bridge.

Requesting a chopper.

Chase in progress in pursuit
of armed suspect on off-road bike.

Stop your vehicle! I will shoot!

Keep up with him.

Once we're through this treeline, we've
only got 300 metres before the bridge.

Almost out of runway.

Come on!

We're not gonna make it through
that gap.

- How far away's the chopper?
- It's coming from Collinson.

It's at least 20 minutes.

DAMN IT!

You're gonna be OK.

Is Derry dead?

Mm-hm.

We were both set up, Richter.

Somebody sent Derry to kill me.

Listen.

I found something in the hut
before everything kicked off.

I don't know what it is.

I went looking for the mountain
murderer.

Did I find him?

(SNIFFLING) Did I do this?

No.

- Time to go.
- OK.

- (AILEEN CRYING)
- WIKI: OK, I've got her.

(MOTORBIKE ENGINE)

SINEAD: What the hell is this?

There.

Mount Affinity, this is Jacobs.

We have visual on a dirt bike.
Heading west in pursuit. Over.

- Get off the bike! Get back,
get back! SINEAD: Take it easy.

Whoa, whoa. What did we do?

Be cool, be cool.

The wingmirror's undamaged.
It's not the shooter. Hey, listen.

Get the hell off the streets, allright?
Someone's out there with a gun.

They're with me.

It's all good. Come on.

- Yeah.
- Come on.

Look, um...
sorry about the other day.

This... whole thing.
I'm a bit wired and strung-out.

I thought you were gonna say
"a dick".

That too.

The room Ronan used when he was on
lates still had some of his stuff.

T-shirt, toothbrush, aftershave.

It's yours if you want it.

Thanks.

Could we stay, just for tonight?

Yeah.

Yeah, sweet as.

I'll go get your room ready.

- "We"?
- I'll take the bed.

You can take the floor.

You're sleeping next to a graveyard.

I don't really want to go home and it
feels like we could both use a friend.

Up to you.
Want a beer?

Yeah.

Can you confirm that the missing Irish
journalist, Aileen Ryan, has been located?

She has, yeah.

We understand that a second individual,
a male, has been shot and killed

- in the Kaikākāriki valley.
- I can't comment on an ongoing inquiry.

Sergeant Harris,

earlier you said the tragic events
that had befallen your town were over.

Is that still the case?

Thank you for your time.

I tried to run.

- Then the... shooting started outside.
- Did you see the shooter?

- Male, female, anything at all?
- No.

I couldn't see anything.

But someone put us there together.

We both got a message
sending us to that hut.

It was a UK number.
They wanted Derry to hurt me.

Why did you speak with Linda
about Frank Pastors?

When I spoke to him at his son's
funeral, he said he was a Goatman.

I believed him.

OK.

We found your phone.
Er... We need to open it.

Yeah, yeah, um...

- 2-6-0-6-5-9.
- We need to keep it as evidence.

Aileen, how would you feel about
going back to the hut in the morning?

Just to take us all through it.

Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks.

OK?

Yeah.

Go on. I'm fine.

- Sleep.
- OK.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Wiki, I'm glad your friend is safe.
You all right?

I want us to be able to walk past
each other on the street

and not look the other way.

And what did they say?

They said my iwi were kūpapa.

Collaborators with the English.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

The blood of my people was spilt

because your people worked
with the British army.

And then your iwi stood by and
watched,

as the English massacred my people.

The men, the women.

Yeah.

They said that over the years, our
iwi haven't settled what happened.

God, no. No.

You know this is not the big smoke,
eh?

You can't just go throwing money
at things.

I got no problem with you being here.

Lord knows, we need
all the good Māori cops we can get.

I won't look the other way
when we see each other up the street.

I'll even have a beer with you
at the pub.

But the scar?

It's unhealed, eh? It's not right
for you to be in that house.

- Aye.
- Yeah.

Cause of death was a single bullet.

Entry point through the frontal bone
of the cortex.

Exit through the occipital bone,
rear of the skull.

He needs a fingerprint to open
the phone.

Same UK number that texted Aileen
about the hut.

"I know the secret
about your wife's family.

"If you want to comment before
I publish, I'll be here. Aileen."

Are they nearly done?

Nearly.

I don't have anything to say to you.

Yeah.

You know... in training,
they teach you to go in hard.

I'm supposed to tell you who Derry
was and all the bad things he's done.

The truth is, nothing I say
is going to change who he was to you.

Anita.

Come on.

Who has the balls to do this?

Nobody.

Your husband's ready for you now.

Mrs Fallon, there's a... a local way
to deal with the deceased.

But only with your permission.

It would mean a lot to those that
were there with him in the valley.

Whatever.

What the fuck?
A fucking singsong?

Get off him.

GET OUT!

Our hearts are with you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

There you are, love.

Just us now.

(WILDLIFE CALLS)

GINGE: You miss him?

It's my mate's.

Jarred.

I thought so.

Why can't you go in the gate?

I killed him.

What?

I killed Jarred.

What's that supposed to mean?

Jarred was on crack.

We hung out.

Jarred got clean. We got close.

What happened?

There's this girl.
She works at the hairdresser's.

Melody - we used to go out.

One night, Jarred got pissed.

And, um...

He followed Melody outside
when she went for a vape.

Came on too strong.

She told him to fuck off
and came and told me.

I was just really angry -
red mist, you know.

I gave him a really good hiding.

In front of everyone.

He had nowhere else to go.

So, he went back to what he knew
best.

The drugs Ronan sold him.

I can't say goodbye because...

..because of what I've fucking done
to him.

Do I offer him a cup of tea
or something?

Oliver's here to look after you,
not the other way round.

- Richter, I want to go home.
- You can't.

Not yet. The Fallons will be on the
warpath, they'll be looking for you.

So, what, I'm safer here when someone
might be out there looking for me?

Everybody's watching.
Oliver's here, I'm here.

Come on, sit down.

So, what happened out there?

- I told you what happened...
- What did Derry say to you?

- No, I'm not doing this.
- Doing what?

- You're interrogating me.
- You're keeping something from me.

- It's off the record!
- (SCOFFS) "Off the record! "

- Come on, it's me.
- It's not relating to your case.

And it's still off the record.

We're back to you withholding information
from me and me picking up the pieces?

You could have died in the middle of
nowhere, for what, a fucking story?

It's my job! It's what I do.

And don't you speak to me
about withholding information!

You're using anything to distract
yourself

from facing up to your diagnosis
because you're terrified.

The only thing I'm terrified of
is of losing you!

I followed you to the airport
because I want us to be together.

I love you!

I won't...

be just another distraction for you.

OK.

So, that's it, then?

Richter, you know what I'm saying.

You need to face this.

Get some rest.

Good night.

- Hey.
- We discharged your friend last night.

Yeah, I know, we're getting ready
to bring her back up the valley.

Well, just take it easy on her, OK?

- She's had a rough time.
- Yeah, we're all looking out for her.

Er... Doc?

It's not actually about Aileen. I
was wondering if I could have a word.

Er... Yeah.

Follow me.

DIANA: Whoever lured Derry and Aileen to
the hut wanted one or both of them dead.

- Any luck on that phone number?
- The UK cops can't get an ID.

It was a cheap supermarket SIM
bought with cash 17 years ago.

17 years ago? Hang on.

The text came from Emma Wilson's
phone.

Jesus!

The mountain murderer uses his first
victim's phone to set up his next murder.

That is as sick as it gets.

AILEEN: So, the firing came up
from over the hill over there

and I managed to get out the
back window,

and Derry followed me.

- You took the goat skeleton?
- Yeah, evidence.

What about the necklace?

- There was no necklace.
- Did Derry take it?

No, no. There wouldn't have been
time. I doubt he even noticed it.

- I, er... I took a picture, though.
- It was too dark to make out any details.

Can you describe it to us?

Quite similar to yours.
Same material but it was...

..kind of like a dragon.
Like a seahorse or...

Like with a head and a tail?

Yeah.

Like this?

Yeah. That's it.

Ginge...

Sounds like Jarred had a lot going on,
and the fight was just one small thing.

It's nobody's fault.

Toast, please. Plenty of butter.

You know what I'm gonna say.

If your mother was one of the victims,
you'll have to step back from the case.

Yeah, well, I'll cross that bridge
when I get to it.

- (PHONE CHIMES)
- Gwenda.

The phone, Emma Wilson's number,
it's been switched on.

I've got a trace.

Where is it?

OK, gear up, we'll meet you there.

(SIREN BLARES)

♪ The trees they do grow high

♪ The leaves they do grow green

♪ Many is the time

♪ My true love I've seen

♪ Many is the hours

♪ I watched him all alone

♪ He is young

♪ But he's daily growing

It's Mum's.

Don't!

(DIANA CRYING)

♪ One day I was looking

♪ O'er my father's wall

♪ I spied all the boys

♪ As playing with a ball

♪ My own true love

♪ Was the flower of them all

♪ He is young

♪ But he's daily growing

♪ At the age of 14

♪ He was a married man

♪ And death

♪ Put an end

♪ To his growing. ♪