(crowd chattering) (gentle music) ♪ I need some thoughts that are new ♪ - Hey.

- Hi!

♪ Do-do-do-do do-do ♪ ♪ Do-do do-do-do ♪ ♪ Dee-dee-dee-dee dee-dee ♪ ♪ Dee-dee-dee-dee ♪ ♪ Nature, enter me ♪ (Jim mimics roaring) ♪ Na-na-na na-na-na ♪ ♪ Na-na-na-na-na ♪ ♪ Na-na-na na-na-na-na ♪ (lively music) (singer vocalizing) (camera shutter clicks) ♪ Up in a tree, a bird sings so sweetly ♪ ♪ Nature's own voice I hear ♪ - [Crowd] Fraser!

Fraser!

(crowd cheering) (birds chirping) (calm music) (Jim groans) (objects clattering) - [Jim] Morning, Maddy.

- [Maddy] Morning!

- Have you seen Anne?

- Maybe outside having a smoke.

(suspenseful music) - Anne?

You out here, love?

(suspenseful music) (birds chirping) (tense music) (water splashing) Anne!

Anne!

Oh, Anne!

(tense music) (dramatic music) - It's an open-microphone night for aspiring poets.

I have been working on some stanzas.

Maybe you'd like to come?

- Uh, sounds interesting.

My only real reference to poetry involves Johnny Cash, but- - Russian poets are said to be the best in the world, so- - Um, action stations.

Hodges has called through a suspicious death.

622 Tullamore Rise.

(Mike deeply exhales) - Uh, hold that thought, Gina, but best be on standby until we know what we have.

- I'm always ready for you, Mike.

- Ugh.

Uh, let's get to it, team.

- Uh, Senior, call for you.

Urgent.

- [Mike] Seriously?

- Line one.

- (sighs) I'll catch up.

- Copy that.

- Mike Shepherd.

(suspenseful music) Yeah, I'm listening.

(suspenseful music) I can do that.

But don't tell me the address.

I'm gonna give you a number, text it to that.

(car engine sputters and revs) (car engine revving) - Well, where the hell is he going?

- Yep.

He's going the wrong way.

Surely he knows Tullamore's at the northern end of town.

- Yeah.

Well, I blame early-onset dementia.

- Shall I, uh, message him?

- No, he'll be deep in the lyric of some country song about a lonesome highway.

At the three-minute mark, he'll realize and turn around.

(lively music) ♪ In the night I heard calling ♪ ♪ I felt your curse, but I know there is no sound ♪ ♪ It woke me up when I was dreaming ♪ ♪ And I cut the rope ♪ ♪ But your thoughts just stay 'round ♪ (lively music) (phone chimes) (door slams) (birds chirping) - Shall we wait for the boss?

- No.

I've got this.

- Copy that.

(dramatic music) - [Kristin] She was found in the pool, right?

(dramatic music) - [Chalmers] You're not going to do that talking thing that Mike does, are you?

- It's a yard glass, right?

- Yeah, rite of passage for all Kiwis turning 21.

- You did one?

- I did.

Not like this.

I imbibed the traditional way, through the mouth.

- I doubt she was trying to imbibe.

She's hardly 21.

(mysterious music) - Drunk person staggers, trips on a yard glass, pours into spa pool.

- [Kristin] Freak accident, you reckon?

- Probably not.

(dramatic music) - Hi.

I'm Detective Kristin Sims.

This is DC Chalmers.

- Kia ora.

- We understand how hard this must be for you all, so we'll keep this as brief as possible.

Can I ask who found Mrs.

Robinson?

- I did.

I'm her husband.

Jim.

- Jim, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Uh, do you remember the last time you saw your wife?

- Uh, after everyone left the party.

Oh, take care.

(laughs) (Anne deeply exhales) - [Anne] Thanks for coming.

- Thanks for the excellent party, Anne.

- [Kristin] What time was this?

- See you at their 42nd!

- It all wound down around 2:30 AM, then we went to bed.

(Jim groans) I thought they'd never leave.

(Anne chuckles) - No one likes to leave a great party, and I throw the best parties, Jim.

You know that.

(Jim chuckles) - That was the last I saw her, in the bedroom, somewhere around, um, 3:00 AM, I guess.

- And this morning?

- I woke up, I went outside, and there she was.

- She hadn't been to bed?

- What?

No.

- What's your name?

- I suppose she didn't.

- [Fraser] Fraser.

(groaning) - You all right there, Fraser?

(Fraser groaning) - I, uh, can't move my legs.

- Okay.

You're in shock, my friend.

I want you to take some big deep breaths.

(Fraser shakily breathing) - He took something.

- Shut up, Maddy!

- It's true.

- Drugs?

- I don't know.

- You wanna tell me what you took there?

- Where, where's, where's Sascha?

- [Chalmers] Sascha being?

- Uh, his girlfriend.

- Gotta find her.

(groaning) - Can you stand up for me there?

- Yeah, I'm trying to!

Can't you see that?

- Okay.

Need to get an ambulance for this guy.

- Where's Sascha?

You need to find Sascha.

She wasn't here when Dad woke us.

(suspenseful music) - Uh, perhaps she went home?

- This is her home.

- Yeah, Sascha lives with the Robinsons.

- Please.

She could be lying somewhere.

- Okay.

Can you stay with Olivia for me?

Thanks.

(suspenseful music) Uh, it seems someone's unaccounted for.

Let's take a look around.

(phone ringing) - [Mike] What have you got?

- Um, middle-aged woman found dead in a spa pool, impaled by a yard glass.

- A homicide?

- Oh, yeah.

Gina's taking a look now.

- [Mike] Uh, if you need extra help, call Hughes at HQ.

- Of course.

Um, is everything okay?

(suspenseful music) - There's something I need to do.

I can't say any more.

(phone beeps) (suspenseful music) - This just goes to show that binge drinking never ends well.

- Of course.

We won't know she was drinking until toxicology comes through.

- Where is Mike?

- I don't know.

- What she said.

- It is unusual that he is not here.

- Indeed, but he's not, and I honestly don't know where he is.

Now, obviously time of death is going to be extremely helpful on this one.

From initial witness information, it's gotta be between 3:00 AM and 9:00 AM.

- Mike never entertains guesswork.

- But just at first glance, would you say internal bleeding as cause of death?

I think we can cut to the chase on that one.

- Only I will be doing any cutting.

Now, please, you are making too much noise.

- Boss, you need to see this!

(suspenseful music) I'm guessing this will be Sascha.

(tense music) (birds chirping) (tense music continues) This is shaping up to be a busy day at the office.

(tense music) - [Jim] We can get through this.

(group faintly chattering) - Mr.

Robinson.

(suspenseful music) We need to close this whole property off.

It's a crime scene.

Do you understand?

Now, Victim Support are on their way, but is there anywhere that you can stay while we examine the scene?

- Uh, what about Suzie's?

- Yes, yeah.

We have somewhere we can go: a family friend's place.

I'm sure that'll be fine.

- Okay.

Good.

Once you're settled in, I'll be in touch.

We need to get further detail about last night as soon as possible.

- Thank you.

You've been very kind.

(suspenseful music) (Kristin clears throat) (Jim sighs) - [Gina] I have already discovered something of great interest.

- Let's have it, then.

- Perhaps we should wait for Mike.

- Oh, we'll be waiting for some time.

- [Gina] How long?

- How long is a piece of string?

- I have no interest in playing games involving string.

(mysterious music) Had victim A been alive when impaled by the broken glass bulb, then it would have been filled with blood as the neck of the glass penetrated the abdominal aorta.

- Even if she was lying down?

- The effect would have been a geyser, filling like an inverted decanter of claret.

- But the bulb shows no sign of blood.

- Other than around the shaft at the point of penetration.

- So she was already dead?

- Yes, because the heart was not pumping blood through the arteries.

- So if the yard glass didn't kill her, what did?

- She died the same way victim B did, stabbed by the same fondue fork to a different place on the body.

- That place being?

- Downward thrust.

The two tines penetrated the heart.

Death would have been very quick.

Whereas with victim B, although the wound is more superficial, it would have been lethal.

- When you say superficial?

- A small puncture to the jugular vein.

- Stabbed?

- Or a glancing blow.

Not normally catastrophic, but in this case, death was slow.

- She bled out?

- [Gina] Yes.

- Over how long?

- Without first aid, maybe three to seven minutes.

- So with first aid, she could have been saved?

- It's possible.

- Thanks, Gina.

- Are you going to the Poetry and Pizza Night at the Snake and Tiger?

(quirky music) - Um, it's not high on our list of priorities.

- Probably wise.

(Gina sighs) I think it's best suited for people who are serious about poetry.

(mysterious music) - So the offender stabbed Mrs.

Robinson with a fork.

She falls onto the yard glass, impaling herself, keels over into the spa pool.

Meanwhile, perhaps Sascha witnesses this.

The offender gives chase, slashes her with the fork, and leaves her to die.

- Couple of issues.

Firstly, why didn't Sascha stumble back toward the house for help?

- She was hiding from the offender.

Left it too late, lost consciousness.

- And secondly.

(birds chirping) - The stand is still upright.

If Anne Robinson had fallen onto it, the stand would be lying on the ground.

- Mm-hmm.

And as Gina said, the victim was already dead by the time the glass entered her abdomen, which means the offender killed her, then impaled her.

- That's a cheery thought.

(birds chirping) (mysterious music) - Wow.

They really embraced the decade.

- If the smoking didn't kill you, the cholesterol might have.

(mysterious music) - Oh.

I am not sure that's a good time.

(mysterious music) - Next best thing to CCTV.

(suspenseful music) - One angle is the offender stabbed Anne Robinson and stabbed Sascha Montgomery.

One, a forceful stab.

The second, more of a gash, perhaps suggesting they were in a hurry, possibly interrupted.

- Fingerprints came back with nothing conclusive on the fork.

Evidence only of multiple prints, suggesting it was excellent fondue.

- I'm not sure those two words belong together.

- Mm.

I guess we start with statements from the whanau, find out what went down at that party aside from '70s rock and potpourri.

- [Desk Sergeant] Sims, a Glenn Tyson to see ya.

- Glenn?

Hi.

- Hey, um, heading down to the Snake and Tiger later and wondered if you still fancied that game of pool.

- Oh, um, now's not really a good time, actually.

I've, I've got a bit on.

- [Glenn] On a Sunday?

- Yeah.

- [Glenn] Right.

Stolen cars and, uh, graffiti at the train station?

- A double homicide at a 21st.

Yeah, I'll be working late.

- Oh, okay.

Wow, that sounds heavy.

Uh, good luck with that.

Another time maybe.

- [Kristin] Sure.

Maybe.

(footsteps shuffling) - [Chalmers] Everything okay?

- Yeah.

Uh, where were we?

- [Chalmers] I was just wondering because the phrase, "Still fancy that game of pool," implies the invitation had already been extended.

- Mm, quite the detective, aren't we?

- You in the property market?

- Glenn.

Hi.

Um, yeah, I, I guess I am.

- Good for you.

- There comes a time when you have to make a choice to put down roots, you know, get a roof over your head that is your own.

How about you?

- Oh, I'm just keeping my options open.

But if you want to, um, get a beer sometime or a game of pool or, or both.

- Oh, wow.

Um, you never know.

- Didn't you say that guy had form?

- No.

His ex-girlfriend did.

Glenn Tyson is just an acquaintance with a knack for bad timing.

Another angle is Sascha Montgomery stabbed Anne Robinson and then walked into the trees and topped herself.

- Murder-suicide.

You're full of cheery thoughts today.

- We need to know out about Sascha Montgomery's mental state and why she might have wanted to kill Anne Robinson.

(suspenseful music) - You can see him.

He's alert, but physically he's suffering from a mild form of paresis.

- [Chalmers] Which is?

- His body thinks it's paralyzed.

It's not, but the limbs aren't responding to the commands sent by the brain.

- Dr.

Lee, is this a temporary thing?

- I'm confident it is.

- The idiot took something and won't say what it was.

Christ!

- [Dr.

Lee] I'm waiting on further blood tests.

I'll know more then.

- Thanks.

Jim, I understand that you and your wife were down as next of kin for Sascha Montgomery.

- Well, she had no other family.

- She was an orphan?

- Her parents, close friends of ours, were killed in a boating accident while overseas.

Sascha was staying with us at the time and simply never left.

- She became one of the family.

- She was a good kid with a bright future.

- Did she and your wife get on?

- Of course.

Sascha was like a second daughter.

- Who was in a relationship with your son.

- Sascha would never want to hurt Anne.

Is that what you're implying?

- No.

I'm just trying to get an overview of the family dynamic.

- We are a loving and dedicated family.

- Shall we?

(mysterious music) - [Fraser] You have find them and lock them up and- - We're working on that, Fraser.

As I keep saying, you can help us by providing any information you remember from the party: any guests acting strangely, any disagreements, incidents.

- I hate feeling this way.

(tense music) - You've suffered enormous loss.

- Having no control over my body.

- The sooner you tell the doctors what you bloody well took- - Okay.

(tense music) - Look, your dad's right.

The sooner they know, the sooner they can help you, and the sooner you can help me and Detective Sims with our inquiries.

- And the sooner we can find out who harmed your mother.

- And Sascha?

- And Sascha.

(suspenseful music) Okay, look, Fraser, whatever you've taken, we're not gonna lock you up for it.

- MDMA, cocaine, GBH?

These days we're far more interested in the supplier, not the consumer.

- Was there a drug supplier at the party?

- [Jim] Don't be ridiculous!

- We wanna help you, Fraser.

Help you to help us.

(tense music) - I, I, I'm sorry.

I, I'm so sorry.

I, I didn't know it would be like that.

And if I'd known, then I, then I never... (tense music) I'm tripping out.

- On what, Fraser?

(tense music) - Nutmeg.

(tense music fades) - Sorry, what?

- Nutmeg.

- Yep, nutmeg.

The tests just came back and corroborate that.

- You mean people- - [Dr.

Lee] Potentially lethal too.

- Nutmeg is a poison?

- When ingested in copious amounts, it can be.

- What are the supposed upsides of overdosing on ground spice?

- The chemical within nutmeg, myristicin, is potentially psychoactive, assuming the body can process it.

A person foolish enough to try it would need to ingest an unpalatable amount.

- Foolish doesn't even come close.

Stupid moron is my summation.

- The things we do when we're young.

- I didn't snort bloody nutmeg!

- The good news is your son will recover, but we will need to monitor for any liver and kidney damage.

- Yes.

Sorry.

- There's a, a lot to take in.

- I should get back to Olivia.

God knows how she's coping.

- Uh, Jim, you've yet to supply an address, uh, for where you're staying.

- Sorry, yes.

- We will need to follow up with some further questions, so- - Of course.

Uh, 16 Dead Rabbit Lane.

(mysterious music) - 16 Dead Rabbit Lane?

Why does that sound familiar?

- Yeah, it's the house of that Brantlock kid, one of the idiots who tried to rob the Brokenwood Savings Bank, the psycho one.

(mysterious music) (birds chirping) - [Tania] I thought we wouldn't meet again.

Wasn't that part of the deal?

- You seeing anyone?

- Is that any of your business?

- No, but it's all part of moving on.

New beginnings and all that.

- Nah, it's just me and the kids.

(wistful music) - I still have that old cassette that you gave me.

- Patsy Cline?

- I never thought I'd admit this, but I actually listen to it.

It's so sad, it makes me smile.

- Country music will do that to you.

♪ As long as they're with you ♪ (wistful music) ♪ As long as they're with you ♪ (birds chirping) (door knocks) - Nobody is home.

That's weird.

(door clicks and squeaks) Caleb.

DC Chalmers.

- Detective Kristin Sims.

- How could I forget?

- Is Jim Robinson here?

- [Caleb] No.

- We were told that he and his daughter Olivia were staying at this address.

- Well, they changed plans.

Went to our family bach near Riverstone.

- Everything all right?

(suspenseful music) (birds chirping) - Sure.

Home detention is a real fun time.

(tense music) (lively music) (lively music fades) (suspenseful music) (birds chirping) - Suzie is Olivia's godmother and Anne's best friend, so close friend of mine, too.

- [Kristin] Yes.

- What you saw, we were hugging, that's all.

I've always been a very tactile person, you understand?

- I do.

- I was reaching out.

- No doubt.

- Holding someone, it's like holding on.

- I'm handling.

Trust me, I'm not thinking of- - [Jim] I'm only just holding on.

- Did Mrs.

Brantlock attend the party last night?

- Of course.

She wouldn't have missed it.

Like a second mother, really.

(group faintly speaking) (suspenseful music) We're all falling apart.

What can you do?

(phone ringing and vibrating) It's the funeral home.

I need to... - Please.

(phone ringing and vibrating) (birds chirping) - [Chalmers] Beautiful place you have here.

- Thank you.

- We couldn't help but notice Olivia seems particularly upset.

- Well, that's hardly surprising, is it?

- With you, though?

- She's lost her mother, Sascha, and now she's... - She's?

(birds chirping) - In amongst the chaos, she's dumped her boyfriend.

It's a lover's tiff, no doubt.

- Was her boyfriend at the party last night?

- No.

No, he wasn't.

- Okay.

And what's her boyfriend's name?

- That's hardly important, is it?

- Well, you never know.

- Caleb Brantlock, my son.

- A lover's tiff?

Would that have anything to do with the broken glass at your home?

- And the reason why you're all here and not at 16 Dead Rabbit Lane?

- Young people can be so volatile these days.

It's nothing, I'm sure.

- And Caleb definitely wasn't at the party?

- How could he be with that wretched bracelet around his ankle?

- Can you describe the feeling at the party?

(Suzie sighs) - It was wonderful, quite simply a great night.

- Where were you this morning?

- At home, when I got the news.

- With Caleb?

- Yes.

And Jim called me, utterly distraught.

I should check on him.

I know what it's like to lose a spouse.

(suspenseful music) - [Olivia] What did you want to ask?

- Well, we're just trying to understand the family dynamics, how Sascha fitted in.

(Olivia sniffles) - Like she'd been there all along.

Mom and Dad thought she was amazing.

- They thought Sascha was a good influence on Fraser.

- [Olivia] Totally.

- And what did you think?

(Olivia chuckles) - She was like a sister, eh?

(birds chirping) - We should go and see Fraser.

He'll be freaking out.

(phone chimes and vibrates) - Wow.

Okay.

We've got a fingerprint hit on the yard glass.

Trudy Neilson.

- Yes, I was at the party.

I was paid to be there as a booze supplier and mixologist.

- What's a mixologist?

- A cocktail maker for the guests.

And it's no surprise my prints are on the yard glass.

It was my job to decant it.

Okay, so come on.

Who's going first tonight?

- [Fraser] Well, uh, surely ladies before gentlemen.

- Doubt it.

But I'll be your turner.

- No, I should probably do it.

- Hey, back in my day, we couldn't get hold of a yard, so my brother Ray improvised with a garden hose and a kitchen sink.

- Oh.

(laughs) - [Trudy] Same effect.

- Are you family friends with the Robinsons?

- No, I met Anne here through her ladies' lunch she has with her mate most weeks.

- I'm thinking about her future.

- So am I.

(quirky music) - That's not okay here.

You'll have to go outside the dining area.

- Christ, we are outside.

- It's, it's illegal to smoke in a communal area.

Sorry.

(cigarette crackles) Theme parties aren't really my thing, but a gig's a gig.

(upbeat rock music) (crowd chattering) There you go.

I hope you and Tom Collins here have a short but lovely life together.

- What?

- You ordered a Tom Collins.

- Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

- Party going well for you?

- Time of my life.

- Suzie Brantlock seemed upset about something?

- I'm no nark.

- [Kristin] But?

- Well, I was surprised to see her there after the red wine incident.

- Haughty bitch!

(grunts) (Anne gasps) - [Chalmers] Any ideas what prompted that?

- No.

All I know is that I had to clean it up.

(calm music) (car engine revving) (calm music continues) (birds chirping) (car door slams) (footsteps shuffling) - Hello.

I'm Beth.

- Mike.

- She's been looking forward to seeing you.

- I got here as quickly as I could.

- Yeah, she's been talking about you a lot.

She describes you as a special friend.

- Our relationship is unique.

I'll take that as on a need-to-know basis, then.

I'll be back a bit later.

Call me if you need any help 'cause I just live close by.

She's in the lounge.

(birds chirping) (gentle music) - Kia ora, Mike.

(gentle music) Thanks for making the trip.

(gentle music) - [Mike] Has been a while.

I got that postcard five years back.

From the postmark, I thought you'd relocated to the South Island.

- Too bloody cold.

The kids wouldn't settle.

- Are they doing okay?

- All the better now we got moved here.

(birds squawking) I said, "Right, that's it, kids.

We're not moving again," and then... - Whatever you have, I'm sure you- - What?

Beat it?

I'm past that point, but I appreciate your positivity.

I wouldn't have called you otherwise.

I can promise you that.

- Then I'm very sorry to hear that.

- Me too.

(birds squawking) (pensive music) - Been battling this demon for two years now.

It was always going to be a one-way street, but I'm right near the end of the road now.

(pensive music) You must be tired after that drive.

You need a cup of tea or something?

- [Mike] Sure.

- Well, I'd make it for you, but... - I'll put the jug on.

(pensive music) (birds squawking) (pensive music continues) (light music) (Tania sighs) (birds squawking) - How much do the kids know?

(light music) - It was a hard day getting the news from the doctors.

It was a worse day having to tell them.

- And about the other thing?

- What, you mean why people call me Tania?

- Your husband Kelvin was a security guard in Brisbane?

And his van was held up by a gang, The White Lords.

- They shot and killed one of Kelv's co-workers.

(Tania sniffles) Kelvin's testimony was the only thing that was gonna put the bastard away.

- But to keep safe until trial, you were moved here.

- Then last night, before Kelv was supposed to go back and testify, they broke in.

Kelv tried to defend us and he was killed.

(gloomy music) I got out with the kids through a window and hid under the house.

(tense music) Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

Shh, shh.

(sinister music) (sinister music continues) - Do you think you could identify him?

(tense music) - It's total.

A new identity, a new start.

(tense music) Take your time.

It's a very big decision.

- So, what, I, I can't tell anyone?

- No one can know.

- Not even my own parents?

Are you kidding me?

- For the system to work, to ensure the complete safety of you and your children, it's the only way.

- If I hadn't seen that bastard's face, then the last seven years would have been completely different.

- Kelvin would still have been gone.

If it wasn't for your testimony, his killer would still be at large and would quite possibly have terrorized you and your kids further.

Witness protection was the only course, I'm sure of that.

(light music) (birds chirping) - So we've accounted for all the guests and taken statements, all but one.

Do you know who this is?

- Oh, the guy in the cowboy hat.

That was that creepy guy.

- Mm, some friend of Suzie's.

- [Olivia] His name was Clint.

- Yeah.

We found him crashed out on our bed.

(upbeat music) (crowd chattering) - [Clint] Hello.

- Oh my god!

- I found him in my room too.

He was so wasted.

(upbeat music) Hey!

Get the hell out of my room!

- And what time was this?

- Uh, I don't know.

Late.

1:30 in the morning, maybe.

Do you think he's the guy?

- Ah.

Let's just say he's a person of interest.

Thanks for your time.

I hope you feel better soon.

Oh, um, did anyone else get involved in the nutmeg experiment?

(quirky music) - No.

I was the only one dumb enough to try it.

Three packets in a milkshake.

- How'd you go with Suzie Brantlock?

- I went to Riverstone, but she wasn't there.

I'm on approach to Dead Rabbit Lane now.

- Well, when you find her, ask her about a friend of hers named Clint.

He's the guy in the hat.

(suspenseful music) (birds chirping) - I hope you don't mind, do you?

It's been a hell of a day.

I could say it's just tonic, but it's half gin, if I'm honest.

- It's good to be honest.

A witness has you arguing with Anne Robinson a few days before the party.

- Oh.

Uh, where was this?

- At the Snake and Tiger.

Can you tell me what it was about?

- It was nothing.

It was a boisterous lunch between friends, that's all.

- Do most boisterous lunches conclude by throwing a $15 glass of pinot Noir in your friend's face?

- Anne and I were besties.

Sometimes we would just get carried away.

What more can I tell you?

- [Caleb] How about the truth?

- Caleb, honey, the detective is talking to me, not you.

- I don't mind broadening the discussion.

Got something to contribute, Caleb?

- I'd like my mother to tell it how it is, that we're lepers.

- Ah, enough!

- Lepers?

- I need a refill.

Anne and I argued about Caleb.

She didn't want to invite him to the party, which I thought was unfortunate.

- Well, surely that would be a moot point.

Given his home detention, he wouldn't be able to go anyway.

- Well, what would be so wrong for him to simply have been invited to his girlfriend's 21st?

That's all I was saying.

But Anne didn't seem to have her listening ears on.

- He can't be invited.

- Why not?

- [Anne] Because it sends the wrong message!

(Suzie scoffs) - What if I get him an exemption, just for a few hours?

- It's not that he can't come, it's that I don't want him to come.

Your son's criminal record will be a millstone around his neck for the rest of his days.

He's not dragging my daughter down with him.

Oh, face it, Suzie.

Caleb is damaged goods now.

Whiff of loser about him.

- You haughty bitch!

(grunts) (Anne gasps) - And you and Anne were on speaking terms last night?

- Of course.

We buried the hatchet.

(ice clinking) - Thanks for your time.

One more thing.

I believe you attended the party with a guy named Clint.

We'd like to talk to him.

Do you have his, uh, contact details?

- He was my plus-one.

He does odd jobs for me.

He's not Clint, though.

That's an in-joke.

- And what time did you and your plus-one not named Clint leave?

- Well, I got home at 2:00 AM.

I don't know about him.

We didn't leave together.

That's his name and number there.

(light suspenseful music) - All the guests had gone by 2:30 AM, leaving this lot on the premises.

One or more of them had it in for Sascha and Anne.

Yet ask anyone, and Sascha was a golden girl, faultless, it would seem.

- No sense on why she would be a target.

- Unless the nutmeg made Fraser do something crazy.

He snapped and took out his mother and girlfriend.

- Remind me to lay off the eggnog at Christmas.

- Jim Robinson said Anne was in the bedroom at 3:00 AM, but we only have his word for that.

- So we're still working on the theory that she died somewhere between 3:00 AM and 9:00 AM?

- Until Gina says otherwise.

Do we know when Suzie Brantlock left the party?

- Um, according to her, sometime before 2:00 AM.

- And any possible motive arise from the red wine incident?

- She was angry that Anne wouldn't invite Caleb to the party.

Suppose that could've driven a wedge between Anne and Olivia?

- Yeah, but if so, why dump Caleb the following day?

And anything on the elusive Clint?

- I do have some interesting news on that front.

Clint is actually this guy.

(suspenseful music) - Glenn Tyson was at the party?

- He was indeed.

(suspenseful music) - And peace and harmony.

(gentle music) Beautiful.

That's it.

That's it, Rua.

And pull it back.

I taught them this when I first got sick.

They can take it with them wherever they go.

(gentle music) Still got it.

(Mike chuckles) (Tania speaks in Maori) Time for bed, eh?

(gentle music) - Can you read us a story?

- Uh, it would be an honor.

Lead the way.

(gentle music) - Hey, make it something other than "Jive's Pipi Diggers," eh?

(gentle music) - "Drifting between here and dreamland, Jive thought to himself, 'Yeah, I do have the choicest pipi diggers.'

And he dreamed of good kai and cold sand between his toes."

(gentle music) (Mike chuckles) It's a very cool story.

I would have thought he was ready for something a bit older.

- It's the book Dad read the night he got killed.

He doesn't like reading anything else.

(pensive music) (switch clicks) Are you gonna take care of us?

- I wanna help the best way I can.

Good night.

(pensive music) - [Beth] There you go.

(pensive music) Kapai.

(pensive music) When that deep pain digs in, we start the morphine tablets.

You don't get a gold star for suffering unnecessarily.

In the meantime, I will leave you in the capable hands of your special friend.

(Beth speaks in Maori) Bye.

(pensive music) (Beth deeply exhales) Don't hesitate to call me.

- Thanks, Beth.

- Night.

- Sit.

(door squeaks and clicks) I need to reunite with my family so that my kids have whanau to look after them.

I need to leave witness protection.

- You don't actually need my permission.

- Good, 'cause I don't want it.

I want your blessing.

- Once you break protection, there's no going back.

- It makes no difference to me.

This is about my kids' safety.

(Tania sighs) - I can't promise that.

- I need you to reunite me with my family.

That is all I'm asking.

My whanau will take care of the rest.

What?

Is this a cop thing?

You don't make promises you can't keep?

(pensive music) - I'll see what I can do.

- [Tania] I'm not asking you to look after my kids, (sighs) but I am asking you to look out for them.

And that would bring me a lot of comfort.

(pensive music) - Hey!

Better late than never!

We can get one in before closing, for sure.

Trudes!

(fingers snap) - Still working.

(Glenn sighs) - Let me have a word with your superior because you work way too hard.

(Kristin chuckles) - Take it easy, Tyson.

I'm not your garcon.

- Yeah.

Fair enough.

As you were.

- Did you go to the Robinsons' 21st?

- I did.

Yeah.

No, I, I was there, actually.

Yeah, no, it was a, it was a good party.

Why's that?

- And you know the Robinsons how?

- Well, I don't, to be honest.

It was a friend of a friend thing.

- That friend being Suzie Brantlock?

- Well, you know, I do some work for her: gardening, maintenance around the house kinda thing.

I met her here, actually.

- [Trudy] Off to side's fine.

There's a notice board over there too.

- Thank you, Trudy.

- I might be in need of a man who's good with his hands.

- Ah, you know, it's just a turn of phrase.

- So this morning, when I mentioned there'd been a double homicide at a 21st, you didn't make that connection?

- No.

Not really.

I mean, it couldn't have been the only 21st in Brokenwood last night, being a Saturday.

- And why were you calling yourself Clint, Glenn?

- Yeah, um, I misinterpreted the brief.

I thought it was a costume party, so I went as Clint Eastwood from "A Fistful of Dollars," you know, introduced myself to everyone as Clint.

Bit of fun.

No harm in that.

- [Kristin] What time did you go home?

- I don't know.

- Try.

- Uh, okay.

12:30 maybe.

Yeah, I, I walked home.

- Last drinks!

That's last drinks, people.

- Hey, time for a quick one, surely.

Come on.

- Still working.

(crowd chattering) (calm music) - Further fingerprint matches on the bulb of the yard glass.

Aside from Trudy Neilson, Sascha Montgomery's are a match and two others as yet unidentified.

- Sascha the golden stepchild.

No one has indicated anything close to a motive with her.

- Yeah, which dilutes the murder-suicide idea, right?

I've got a theory that could be a little challenging.

- Oh, yeah?

Bring it on.

- The only potential motive we have is Suzie Brantlock.

She was angry at Anne for snubbing her son.

- Caleb Brantlock is a sociopath.

Anne's point wasn't unreasonable.

- Well, more than that.

Anne was basically disowning her.

She was saying, "Your son is not worthy of my daughter.

Your kind is not welcome."

They were supposed to be best friends.

- Yeah, but they kissed and made up.

- Well, only according to Suzie.

But what does she do right after this personal slight?

She conveniently employs an odd-jobs man who she brings to the party, someone nobody knows.

They don't even know his real name.

Next morning, Anne Robinson is found dead.

- So you're saying Glenn Tyson is some kind of handyman assassin?

- More of an opportunist.

Maybe she said she had this side job.

- And what, he said, "Oh, yeah, I'll take care of it"?

- What do we know about this guy other than he drifts into town and someone dies?

- Well, two people die.

How does Sascha Montgomery fit into this?

- Possibly she witnessed it.

Tyson panicked and he dealt to her too.

- Mm.

Can I be honest with you?

(mug thuds) - I would want nothing less.

- That is nuts.

I mean, it's imaginative, yeah, but it is, it's nuts.

- Okay.

I'll get him checked out by the, uh, fingerprints branch anyway.

If Tyson's are a match on the yard, why else would they be there?

- Sure.

- Sometimes the answer is where we don't wanna look.

- Meaning?

- Sometimes we see what we don't wanna see and look away.

(Kristin chuckles) - Yeah, well, it's not like that.

It's just- - Nuts.

- Gina.

- Why are you in Mike's chair?

- Excuse me.

- I am in Mike's chair because I am leading this investigation.

- Does Mike know?

- It's his idea.

- Hmm.

Oh.

- Toxicology.

Thank you very much.

- Wow.

Is this number- - Yes.

Victim A had more alcohol in her system than the Russian Parliament combined.

She would have been helpless in putting up resistance with her perpetrator.

- And victim B, Sascha Montgomery?

It's blank.

- There seems to be a faulty reading in the report, a very strange chemical imbalance.

I sent it back for retesting.

- And what was it?

- You would not understand.

- Try me.

- I will update when I can.

Ooh, will Mike be back for Pizza and Poetry Night?

- Uh, (chuckles) uh, I can't say.

- Can't or won't?

- Can't because I don't know where he is.

We don't know where he is.

Whatever he's up to, it's top secret.

- Well, I hope he makes it.

He works very hard, so I have written a poem for him.

- Wow.

Can we, uh, a get a preview?

(Gina chuckles) - It's a work in progress.

- Oh, even better.

A window into the artist's process.

- [Chalmers] Mm.

- If you insist.

(Gina sharply exhales) - "There once was man called Michael, whose heart was as big as Lake Baikal.

He does what he can.

He is a good man because..." As I said, it is a work in progress.

- Mm, the missing last line of a limerick.

Such a tease.

- It's not a limerick.

It's a poem.

The last line is tricky because it needs to rhyme with Lake Baikal.

- What about: And he likes to recycle?

- Yes.

- It's okay.

Not everyone is naturally gifted at poetry.

- Wow.

(phone rings) - Hello?

- Uh, Glenn Tyson.

DC Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.

- Yeah?

- [Chalmers] I need you to come in and provide your fingerprints.

(dramatic music) (Glenn sighs) - Why?

- Uh, we're working through a process of elimination at the Robinsons' party.

- Okay, and what if I don't wanna?

- Oh, sure, you don't have to.

It's completely voluntary.

But then again, you could always pop down to the station at your earliest convenience.

- Well, I'm kinda flat out at the moment, working at the Brantlocks', so... - Then I'll come to you.

All part of the service.

(birds squawking) - [Mike] If we let her expose her identity, we need to protect her family.

- [Hughes] You know we can't guarantee that.

- Why not?

If that piece of scum ever gets parole, I need to know that Tania's children will be looked out for, kept on the radar.

- Surfacing and re-submerging, there's no precedent for that.

- Oh, spare me the submarine analogies.

Just get me the answer I need to hear, please.

- Mike, (sighs) send her my best wishes.

- Yeah, I will.

(phone beeps) - Hello?

(Caleb faintly speaking) - [Fraser] I don't know what you've done.

- [Caleb] Just get the hell out of my face!

- [Fraser] Don't talk to me, you sick bastard!

- [Suzie] Fraser, that is enough!

- You're gonna go to hell for what you've done.

- I didn't do anything!

- Look, give me a break!

You were seen!

Maddy, tell him.

- I don't know.

- What?

- Fraser, you are not well.

- [Caleb] Stay out of this, Mom!

- I'm fine now, I'm totally fine, which is more than can be said about you.

(dramatic music) (water splashing) - Get away from me!

(water splashing) Don't believe a word he says!

- You wanna tell me what he's referring to?

Thanks.

- [Glenn] Hey, it's all part of the service, Detective.

- Well, you've certainly got your body back into full control.

Come out of hospital swinging, and I want to know why.

Unless you wanna be charged with assault.

- Don't you get it?

- [Chalmers] Get what?

- If that bastard hadn't been at my birthday party, none of this would have happened.

(tense music) - Caleb Brantlock was at your 21st?

- And everyone knows it.

(tense music) - [Beth] Oh, I thought you'd done a runner.

- In my haste, I forgot the basics.

(Beth chuckles) - She's a little in and out of focus this morning.

She's been asking after you.

Usually someone in Tania's condition would have been moved to a hospice a few days ago, but- - I don't think she wants that.

- She's stubborn.

It's going to get worse, and fast.

- How long, do you think?

- Whatever business you have with her, you should wrap it up quickly.

(light music) In my line of work, I find it's better to be honest.

- Mine too.

(light music) (birds chirping) - I'm gonna miss it here: the trees, the sound of the wind in the leaves.

(birds chirping) (wind whooshing) In the end, the only thing that matters is whanau, and I traded mine away.

- I made the call.

- And?

Are my kids going to be safe from that monster?

- We'll know soon.

If not tomorrow, then the day after.

- Tomorrow is a long time away.

Tell them to move their asses.

(gentle music) Geez, listen to me.

Anyone would think I was dying.

(pensive music) (birds chirping) (pensive music continues) (door clicks) (door slams) - [Kristin] Caleb.

You were at the party.

- No.

So why do people think you were?

- I don't know.

How could I have been without setting off my ankle bracelet?

- Good question.

That would seem to be a barrier.

On the other hand, people have been known to dupe the system.

It's not unheard of.

- Well, I didn't!

- Did you want to go to the party?

- Of course I wanted to go.

- [Kristin] But you couldn't.

- Yeah, that's right.

I couldn't.

- Because you weren't invited.

How did you feel about that, about Mrs.

Robinson saying you couldn't come?

- I couldn't go, so it didn't matter.

- And how about Olivia?

How did she take it?

- She wasn't happy.

She thought her mother was being unfair, which she was.

- You can't do this to me!

You won't do it.

This is so unfair!

- Well, I can, and I did, and I'm not.

- This is so humiliating.

- [Anne] You need to grow up, my girl.

- I'm 21!

- So act like it!

Act like you care about your future!

- Future?

Oh, that's rich coming from someone who still lives in the past.

- Dating criminals is a dead-end street.

Suck it up.

- I guess true love reigns supreme.

She still wanted me to come.

- Okay, so let's say you heeded that call and deactivated the bracelet somehow and turned up at the party.

Apart from breaking the terms of your sentence, where's the harm?

(chuckles) - I mean, why was everyone so upset?

Surely Olivia was pleased to see you.

- How many times do I have to say it?

I didn't go!

- People say they saw you.

Why?

(tense music) Fraser Robinson says you were there: "Everyone knows it."

Why is that, Caleb?

(suspenseful music) - They think there's a photo.

(tense music) - Have you seen it?

- No, because it doesn't exist.

- Well, do you know who has it?

Who told you about it, then?

- [Olivia] Sick animal.

(glass shattering) - [Caleb] I don't know what you're talking about!

- This is all your fault - I didn't do anything!

- There's photographic proof, you total creep!

- Oh, oh, no, Liv!

Come on.

That's enough.

- Okay.

I think we should head to the bach, let everyone catch their breath.

- We are so done.

(tense music) - She'll be okay.

- Caleb Brantlock, I'm arresting you for- - For what?

- Assault on Fraser Robinson will do for now.

- He assaulted me!

- Well, that's very subjective.

(Caleb scoffs) - This is so unfair.

(door knocks) - Sims, someone at front desk for you.

(suspenseful music) (door slams) - I would like to see my son.

(door clicks) - Once he's been processed, we should be able to get you in for five minutes.

Please, take a seat.

- This is quite unacceptable.

- If we find Caleb was at that party, he could well be facing a raft of very serious charges.

Do you remember seeing your son at the party, Ms.

Brantlock?

- I do not because I am sure he wasn't ever there.

- Well, for now we're following up with the monitoring company.

Until then, he will remain in custody.

How well do you know Glenn Tyson?

- Hardly at all.

He does odd jobs for me, nothing more.

- Yet you invited him to your goddaughter's 21st?

- It gives me great satisfaction to hire a good-looking man to do all the things my ex-husband used to do and get him to pay for it.

There's no harm in a little tit for tat.

(Kristin chuckles) He's mentioned you on more than one occasion.

Glenn, that is, not my ex.

- Well, I've been asking a few questions.

- I wonder if it's appropriate for a detective to be investigating someone to whom they are in a relationship with.

(Kristin chuckles) - I can assure you, we are not in a relationship.

- Oh, have you told him that?

- I don't need to tell him that.

- So do I have the wrong end of the stick?

- [Kristin] Yes.

- Hmm.

It's interesting how people get the wrong end of the stick sometimes.

I have no doubt the same could be applied to my son.

So any chance of that five minutes now?

(door clicks) - Could we?

(telephone ringing) (door slams) - Talk to me.

- Uh, fingerprints on the yard glass are consistent with the evening's festivities Aside from Trudy Neilson, whom we know filled it, the other matches are Fraser, Sascha, and Olivia, which, being the 21st celebrants, makes sense.

- Mm-hmm, but?

(Chalmers clears throat) - Most interestingly, the other match is to Glenn Tyson.

(suspenseful music) - No way.

- You want me to bring him in?

- Hell no.

Allow me.

(suspenseful music) (Tania mimics engine revving) (gentle music) (Mike laughs) - [Mike] Just here?

- Aye.

(gentle music) (Tania sighs) That's north, the way back home.

(gentle music) (birds squawking) (Tania speaking in Maori) (gentle music) (birds squawking) I'm ready to go.

(gentle music) (birds squawking) (blow thuds) You found yourself a wahine yet?

(Mike laughs) (birds squawking) - I've been busier than I imagined.

- So much for retiring and growing grapes, then?

- I've found tasting the wine easier than making it.

- Ah.

(laughs) You know, you need to take some time for yourself.

(pensive music) (birds squawking) You never know when it's all gonna end.

(pensive music) (birds squawking) - Glenn, as mentioned, we have witnesses who report seeing you asleep on their beds at 1:30 AM, yet previously, you told me you left at 12:30.

That's quite a big discrepancy.

- Well, 12:30, 1:30, what's the difference?

- You still being on the premises potentially connects you to the murders of Anne Robinson and Sascha Montgomery.

- Okay.

I was drunk, I passed out.

But once my mistake was made known to me- - Oh my god!

Ew, get out, you freak!

- We need some privacy.

- [Glenn] Easy, tiger.

(dramatic music) (Glenn snoring) - Hey!

- Huh?

- Get the hell out of my room!

(dramatic music) - Sorry.

Sorry.

(strains) I, um, I'll head home, eh?

Okay.

(dramatic music) Home time.

(flower pot shatters) (Glenn grunts) - Do you make a habit of crawling into young women's beds?

- No, no.

Come on!

I was drunk and I saw an empty bed, and I, I crashed out for 40 winks.

You've never done that before?

- No.

Have you had any dealings with Sascha Montgomery?

- [Glenn] I don't even know who that is.

- You were sleeping in her bed.

- No.

- And Anne Robinson?

What about her?

Any dealings, altercations, disagreements?

- I honestly didn't know the woman.

- Why would your fingerprints be on the yard glass?

- Because I helped turn the yard glass for the birthday boy.

- [Crowd] Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

- Don't you waste that precious nectar, fella!

- That's all for now.

(quirky music) - So what, I, I can, I can go?

- [Kristin] Mm-hmm.

- Okay.

(quirky music) - Why did you come back to Brokenwood?

- Well, the same reason that, uh, that most people, um, shift town.

Because I met someone.

Yeah, I'd been through a, a pretty tough time, as you know.

I mean, after all that business with my, um, my ex-girlfriend, I really felt like I needed a change of scene.

And around the same time, I met a woman.

She was kind to me, she helped me process everything, so I decided to join her.

She offered me shelter from the storm, if you like.

- And what happened to this woman?

- She's standing right in front of me.

- W- well, I... Sorry, I didn't offer you shelter from the storm.

- Not in so many words, sure, but... Sometimes it's best that we say these things out loud.

(birds chirping) - Um, okay.

Glenn, we'd appreciate it if you stayed in the district while we work things through.

- Yeah.

I mean, I, I just moved here, so I don't plan on leaving.

(calm music) (birds chirping) - Well?

- [Hughes] There's a minimal chance prisoner A will ever get out.

- But there's still a chance?

- [Hughes] And if he does, he'll be deported back here.

- What about the other gang members associated with the case?

- Well, three have since gone to prison for subsequent offenses and another was killed in a drive-by shooting, so the chance of retaliation is slight, particularly when Tania is gone.

- And they'll offer protection to the whanau?

- They could.

- Could?

Why is it so hard to get a yes?

- Mike, I have worked the channels as hard and fast as I could.

- Yeah, but no promises.

- Since when have they been in the business of promises?

Look, you can, in good faith, tell Tania what she needs to hear.

- I'm not going to lie.

- You don't have to.

If there comes apparent any risk to the whanau, I will make the call.

I will make sure they're looked after.

- That sounds like a promise.

- Between you and me, it is.

- Okay.

Thanks, Simon.

(phone beeps) (light music) - You accused Caleb of being at the party.

Did you see him there?

- I saw all I needed to see.

- And what does that actually mean, Olivia?

- I saw the photo.

- A photo of Caleb at the party?

Do you happen to have it?

- No.

I don't know where it is.

But I promise you, I totally saw it.

- Caleb made it after all, but (muffled upbeat music) (door slams) I saw him with your mother.

- Oh my god.

Did she turn him away?

- No.

- Well, what, then?

♪ That I've been here before ♪ (muffled upbeat music) - What?

(suspenseful music) Oh my god.

No way.

- Can you tell me what you saw?

- It was a photo of Caleb kissing my mother.

- And you're sure about that?

- Maybe he was really drunk.

I don't know.

I thought he was such a great guy, but then to go and do that.

- Did you confront him about it?

- He'd gone.

Took off.

- [Kristin] What about you mother?

- She denied it.

(crowd chattering) (upbeat music) Where is he?

- Who?

- Don't play dumb.

Caleb!

- Caleb isn't here.

- You're such a liar.

I saw you!

- You've had just way too much to drink.

- Anne?

- Mm.

This one's for you.

(lively music) - Oh, my favorite.

(lively music) - And then what happened?

- I went to my room.

- That is so sick!

- Maybe your mum was right.

You know, he's a douche.

- He's a douche?

What about her?

- Maddy said, "He made it after all."

Does that mean you were expecting him?

- She laid down the law with my mum.

I'm not even invited, end of story.

- Gosh, my mother acts like it's her party, but actually it's mine.

- And mine.

- No, you have to come.

It's gonna be the best party ever.

- To show her.

- Yeah, I'd like to show her.

I'll find a way, somehow.

- And he did.

- Did you do the yard glass?

- God, no.

(chuckles) I'm not that crazy.

And such a guy thing.

- Right.

Because your prints are on the glass and we're following a process of elimination.

- I held it for Fraser.

You have to have a turner.

- [Crowd] Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

- Okay.

Thanks for your time, Olivia.

- Did that creepy guy, Clint, were his fingerprints on it?

- [Kristin] I can't say.

(suspenseful music) (gentle music) - So you can promise?

- We will do everything we can to make sure your kids are okay.

- And they won't have to change their names again?

- They won't need to do that.

- And they're not going to have to sleep with one eye open?

I don't want them sleeping with one eye open.

- I will make sure of it.

(gentle music) - Well, (sighs) you're gonna have to call my parents.

- You don't want to?

- Yeah, I do.

But given the fact that I disappeared seven years ago with their mokopuna, they're gonna be mad as hell, and that is on you.

Over there, in that vase, is my mum's number, as long as it hasn't changed.

I hid it there.

Impossible to get to on an impulse, but this is a case of break in time of emergency.

This is probably the only time in your lives that you will actually be allowed to smash an ornament on purpose.

- [Child] Mm-hmm.

- Take hold.

One.

One- - [Together] Two, three!

(ornament shatters) (birds chirping and squawking) (gentle music) - [Mike] I know this is a lot to take in, so my colleague Area Commander Simon Hughes will be knocking on your door shortly to verify what I'm saying.

Uh-huh.

(gentle music) - Kia ora, Mum.

(sniffles) Yeah.

It's me Lana.

(sniffles) I need you.

(sobbing) Oh.

(chuckles) You won't believe your mokopuna.

They've grown so much.

(sniffles) (gentle music) I don't have much time.

(gentle music) (birds chirping) (gentle music fades) - [Maddy] Yeah, there was a photo.

- [Chalmers] And who took it?

- I did.

♪ It's a disco pleasure all too good to share ♪ ♪ When he dances, you can't help yourself but stare ♪ ♪ You've got to stare ♪ ♪ He's got the ooh-wee ♪ ♪ That boy, he's got the groove ♪ ♪ He's got the groove ♪ - So you showed it to Olivia?

- It was awful.

I didn't know what to do.

- To tell her or not to?

- But I figured she needed to know.

(door clicks) (crowd chattering) - I think I might be peaking.

(door slams) (crowd chattering) Whoa.

Wh- what's the matter?

Liv?

- It's Caleb.

- He made it?

Is that... No way.

Tell him it's over!

- Yeah, tell him.

- And then stab him in the eye, just saying.

(Maddy chuckles) - What did the photo actually show?

(birds chirping) - You should see for yourself.

- Do you have it?

- Uh, I guess it's back at the house, in Olivia's room.

- Okay.

Thanks.

- Uh, how's Caleb doing?

Is he okay?

- He's in a safe place.

(dramatic music) (dramatic music continues) (dramatic music continues) - Seems Maddy was telling the truth.

(tense music) (cells door clunks) (tense music) (cell door slams) - Ring any bells, Caleb?

(tense music) - No.

- So you still deny you were at the party?

- [Caleb] Yes.

- [Kristin] But that is your jacket.

(tense music) - It's hard to say.

- [Chalmers] Nope.

Not that hard, actually.

- All right!

Okay, that's my jacket, but, but I can explain that.

Don't forget about me.

- Never.

(chuckles) - Wear this.

(suspenseful music) When we get there, I'll peel it off you.

(Olivia chuckles) - I love you so much.

(chuckles) - [Chalmers] And how does that explain what exactly?

- I gave her my jacket.

- So you gave her your jacket and now you're wearing it.

All that could prove is that you were at the party, you peeled it off her, and then encountered Mrs.

Robinson.

- I would never do that.

It's so disgusting.

All I know is that I gave it to Olivia and now she hates my guts.

(suspenseful music) - [Kristin] Who would have been most affronted at the idea of Anne Robinson getting it on with Caleb Brantlock?

- [Chalmers] Obviously Olivia.

- [Kristin] Mm-hmm.

- Likewise, Fraser, the protective brother and appalled son.

- Mm-hmm, and by extension, Sascha Montgomery.

Suzie Brantlock may have found it challenging, if for no other reason, that Anne Robinson was trying to prove a point that Caleb wasn't suitable for her daughter.

(suspenseful music) And then there's the husband.

How would Jim Robinson have felt about if he knew?

- If I'd known, I would have had something to say about it.

I learned about it the next day when Olivia started going off at Caleb.

- So you knew nothing of it at the party?

- No!

And it's a very disturbing accusation and completely unfounded.

- You think it's untrue?

- Oh, come on.

It's obviously pissed kids getting hysterical.

Look, Anne was a flamboyant woman.

She loved to throw a great party and be the center of attention, but she would never have done that.

She thought Caleb was a loser.

(file rustling) - The pattern on the sleeves are matched to numerous other photos of her taken throughout the evening.

- Well, that is undeniably Caleb's jacket, but the last person I saw wearing it was Olivia.

She paraded it, trying to provoke Anne.

♪ In my soul all is right with the world ♪ ♪ You're the one ♪ - Come on.

Take it off.

- No.

Stop!

♪ No doubt ♪ ♪ Dreams come true ♪ - Hold on!

You are really pushing my buttons tonight, young woman.

Take it off.

- [Olivia] No.

(Anne sighs) - Then allow me.

- No, stop!

No.

Oh!

You are unbelievable!

- This, this symbolizes a dead-end street.

You need to grow up and move on.

- Any moment he'll be here, and you can't stop him because you can't stop love.

- If I see him, I will call the police.

- There is no way you would do that.

- Watch me.

♪ In my heart I feel love ♪ ♪ In my soul all is right with the world ♪ ♪ You're the one ♪ (Anne sighs) ♪ Baby, I'm in no doubt ♪ ♪ Dreams come true ♪ - And how do you know this?

- Anne told me when we went to bed.

- And I just threw it out the door.

(shoe thuds) (Jim sighs) - Come to bed.

- Just like that, (shoe thuds) out the door.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

- Come to bed.

- Mm.

That girl of ours is in a silly funk with that silly boy.

- Take it outside.

I'm spinning out.

That's the last I saw her.

Perhaps Caleb was waiting outside ready to sneak in and Anne inadvertently gave him his jacket back.

If he did, I never saw him.

Perhaps that isn't even Anne.

(suspenseful music) Thi- this is all some kind of terrible mistake.

I, I don't want this to be how she is remembered.

- Oh my god.

Um, excuse me.

I have to go.

- Thanks for your time, Jim.

Uh, if there's anything else we need, we'll be in touch.

(phone rings) (phone beeps) - I'm sorry.

- That walking out without saying goodbye is very Mike-like.

You okay?

- Things are falling into place.

- Care to share?

- I will as soon as I know I'm right.

I was told Glenn Tyson was here.

- He's outside.

(weed trimmer whirring) (suspenseful music) - Hey.

- After you landed in the garden, before you walked home, did anything else happen?

(Glenn sighs) - Why can't you let this go?

- Because I need the facts, Glenn, not some wishy-washy version of events.

- Well, honestly, it's all a little- - This jacket, you were wearing it the morning after the party.

- Okay.

(birds chirping) I didn't want you to get the wrong idea, but- (flower pot shatters) (Glenn grunts) (upbeat music) ♪ Save the night ♪ - Oh.

♪ Like a late-night love affair ♪ ♪ It's that disco pleasure ♪ ♪ All too good to share ♪ ♪ But when she's dancing, you can't help yourself but stare ♪ ♪ You've got to stare ♪ ♪ D-I-S-C-O ♪ ♪ Meet me downtown at the disco ♪ ♪ I said D-I-S-C-O ♪ ♪ Meet me downtown at the disco ♪ - Hello.

You're Suzie's friend.

Trent.

- Clint.

(Anne chuckles) Well, actually, Glenn, so... - Trent, Clint, Glenn, it's all the same to me.

Oh, you're nice.

(giggle) Here, dance with me.

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

- Shh.

It's just, it's the '70s.

It's, you know, it's free love and all that.

Just, (deeply exhales) just feel it with me.

Mm.

(upbeat music) ♪ Ooh-wee ♪ - She lunged at me.

I was a good rugby player in my youth, but the old side step is not exactly what it used to be.

- You keep telling yourself that, Glenn.

Oh, the jacket, how did Caleb end up with it?

- Oh, next morning, I recognized it, so I dropped it 'round at Suzie's.

(dramatic music) - And you turning the yard glass?

Did you wishy-wash that too?

- [Glenn] No, the birthday boy was doing it, but the, the girl that was turning it, she was getting a bit wobbly, so I stepped in to make sure it didn't smash on the ground and end in tears.

- And that girl was Olivia?

- The one with the headband, yeah.

List- listen.

That thing with Anne Robinson, that's nothing.

It shouldn't affect what we have going here.

- There is nothing going on here.

- Eh, you keep telling yourself that.

(quirky music) (birds squawking) ♪ Up again with the sun ♪ ♪ Can't sleep with you're gone ♪ - Did you hear a car?

- Not yet, but soon.

Your mother's plane landed an hour ago.

Hughes picked them up.

They'll be here soon.

- My mum's here.

- Uh, kids, how about we... ♪ Bring you back to everything ♪ (pensive music) ♪ And the conversation hurts ♪ ♪ It's not getting better ♪ ♪ And the truth is we have purged ♪ ♪ The time we had together ♪ ♪ And there's nothing left to say ♪ ♪ Put it all in a letter ♪ - It's not long now.

They'll be here, I promise.

(pensive music) - I thought you didn't make promises.

♪ They get better ♪ (Tania heavily breathing) (pensive music) - Okay.

Fingerprints on the yard.

Trudy filled it, Fraser drank from it- - Mm.

- Olivia turned it, and Glenn Tyson stepped in to stop it from smashing.

- And the offender made no attempt to wipe their prints; otherwise, none of the others would have remained.

- Which leaves Sascha Montgomery.

Her prints have no other reason for being there.

- [Chalmers] Mm.

(phone rings) (phone beeps) - Gina.

- [Gina] Is Mike back yet?

- No.

- [Gina] I have a toxicology update.

Mike will find it very interesting.

- Mm, but he's not here, so?

- Victim B had an off-the-scale recording of a chemical I never thought possible.

I sent it back for retesting, but it came back the same.

- This chemical being?

- Myristicin.

The only way to have so much would be to- - Ingest copious amounts of nutmeg.

- And why would you?

- Uh, thanks, Gina.

Never thought I'd say this, but you've been very helpful!

(dramatic music) (birds chirping) Fraser.

- [Fraser] Hmm.

- When you said you were the only one who indulged in the nutmeg, that wasn't entirely true, was it?

- Uh, no.

♪ Get up, everybody ♪ (glass thuds) (Fraser exhales) - Ooh, this better be worth it.

- Yeah.

Well, that's the plan.

Supposed to be a really good time.

Look, I didn't want that to be her legacy.

(chuckles) Girl dies after dumb attempt to get high.

- So if you weren't straight up about that, where were you around 3:00 AM?

- Stuck in the hammock.

♪ Watch he dance ♪ ♪ Watch the girl do that dance ♪ - Once I got in, I couldn't get out.

It's not like I could sleep.

And later, that's when I saw Caleb.

Hey, Caleb.

You made it.

(suspenseful music) The nutmeg, that's not what killed her?

(suspenseful music) (birds chirping) - Anyone who indulged in nutmeg fell into a full-body coma.

If Sascha was fully nuked on myristicin, that hardly makes her eligible to be swinging around a yard glass, impaling people.

She might have wanted to kill Anne Robinson.

She might've even seen her target, but would hardly be able to move towards it.

The problem with investigating a party is that no one is a reliable witness.

- Because they're mostly drunk or high.

(keys jingling) (calm music) (crowd chattering) - Oh, no way.

Can a guy not enjoy a quiet beer in peace?

- Think very hard, Glenn, about the moment Fraser Robinson was doing the yard.

- What, you mean pouring it all over himself?

- You told me you stepped in to rescue the yard from the birthday girl.

- Yeah, I did.

- [Crowd] Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

- Easy, girl, easy.

Come on.

- Fraser!

Fraser!

- Don't you waste that precious nectar, fella!

- So it was Sascha, not Olivia?

- I don't know.

They all looked like flower children to me.

- Take your time, Glenn.

This woman or this one?

(suspenseful music) - That one, definitely.

Totally wasted.

- "We look.

We see what we don't wanna see, but we don't look away."

- Enjoy your beer.

- Okay, one, this walking away is becoming weird.

And, two, "We look.

we see what we don't wanna see, but we don't look away," is not exactly what I said.

- No.

But it's exactly right.

(gentle music) (vehicle doors slam) - [Hughes] This is it.

(stirring music) - [Mike] Thank you for coming.

- Where's my girl?

- Just this way, just through in the lounge.

♪ From the sun and the rain ♪ ♪ No, you're spreading the pain ♪ ♪ Come to me ♪ (stirring music) ♪ Ooh-Ooh ♪ (stirring music) ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪ (stirring music) (stirring music continues) ♪ And when you find me ♪ ♪ Come to me ♪ - What did you actually see that night, Maddy?

- I saw him.

I, I saw Caleb kissing Mrs.

Robinson.

It was so wrong.

(tense music) (crowd chattering) I thought it was Olivia.

- [Anne] Free love.

Just feel it with me.

- But is that what you actually saw or what you wanted to see?

(suspenseful music) You've been very concerned about Caleb's well-being more so than Olivia is, when I think about it.

- We are so done.

- Hey, she'll be okay.

Uh, how's Caleb doing?

Is he okay?

- He's in a safe place.

Would it be fair to say that you like Caleb too?

(tense music) I mean, perhaps if he was seen kissing Mrs.

Robinson and Olivia found out about it, she might wanna break things off with him, right?

(Olivia scoffs) (suspenseful music) - If I was wearing these, I could imagine I was seeing whatever I wanted to see.

- It wasn't clear with the glasses.

- Mm, but to look at the Polaroid, you couldn't have been wearing these, likewise when you turned to check what you saw.

(guest laughing) - Shh!

(suspenseful music) - [Kristin] But if you just showed the Polaroid and Olivia thought what she was seeing was true, then she might tell Caleb that it was over, creating an opportunity for you.

(suspenseful music) - I guess.

- The problem was Olivia might do way more than that.

(tense music) (phone beeps) You lied to us about turning the yard glass for Fraser.

- [Chalmers] Can you tell us why?

- I didn't wanna seem like a bad sister.

(suspenseful music) I wasn't in the mood for a stupid yard glass.

I stayed in my room most of the night.

(tense music) - Or did you lie to hide the real reason your prints were on there?

(tense music) - I couldn't sleep.

(tense music) I went outside for some fresh air, and there she was, like nothing had happened.

(tense music) (insects chirping) (Anne gasps) - You're up late.

- How could you?

- What?

- You're such a selfish bitch.

- Oh, go to bed!

- Laying down the law, saying he couldn't come.

Well, of course he found a way 'cause he's smart and he loves me, but you can't handle that, so you had to have him.

- You are way out of line, my girl.

- Do you know how sick that is?

- I, I wouldn't have him if you paid me!

- There's a photo, for God's sake.

- Oh, get real.

- Of you sticking your tongue down his throat!

- A photo?

Excu- (suspenseful music) That wasn't Caleb.

Oh, that was... No, that was just a little thing.

- Don't lie to me!

Don't lie to me!

- It's not what you- - Don't lie to me!

Don't lie to me!

(Anne gasps) (tense music) - You've got it so wrong.

(Anne gags and thuds) (tense music) - And then what happened, Olivia?

- I thought, you know, if it was an accident... (tense music) (tense music continues) (tense music continues) I killed my mother, but I didn't kill Sascha.

(sniffles) That wasn't me.

- Well, actually, it was.

(tense music) (tense music continues) (fork whooshes) (Sascha gasping) (somber music) - No No.

♪ Hey, Mom ♪ - This can't, I can't- ♪ I can hear you ♪ - Believe this has happened to me.

(somber music) This can't, this can't be happening.

(somber music) (Chalmers sighs) - Olivia Robinson, you're being charged with the murder of Anne Robinson and the manslaughter of Sascha Montgomery.

(lively music) ♪ Who do you think you're saving ♪ ♪ I didn't ask you to play your hand ♪ ♪ Ah-hoo ♪ ♪ Save this life ♪ ♪ Leave me, please ♪ ♪ Bring me back to life ♪ ♪ Ah-hoo ♪ (Chalmers faintly speaking) - Oh, howdy, stranger.

- [Mike] Hey!

Am I late?

- No, you haven't missed a stanza.

And Gina is first up.

Beer?

- [Mike] Hmm.

- So, where have you been?

Tell us everything.

- I had to say goodbye to a friend.

- Oh, very enigmatic.

(microphone banging) (speakers ringing) - Welcome, everyone, to the Snake and Tiger's first annual Pizza and Poetry Night, proudly sponsored by Gourmet Ray's Porky Pigeon Pizzas.

First up: Dr.

Gina Kadinsky with "Ode to Russia."

- Whoo-hoo!

- Whoo!

(audience applauding) - Russia, Russia, O Russia.

My heart feels like Lake Pleshcheyevo, very big and full and wide and swollen.

- She has a thing for lakes.

- Mm.

Wait till you hear the one about Lake Baikal.

- This is where I leave it.

- [Mike] Jean, no.

- Oh, life's too short for Russian poetry.

- [Gina] When the yaks are on heat.

- I don't want to seem rude, but I'm just stepping out for a while.

I may be some time.

- Dr.

Gina Kadinsky, everyone.

(audience applauding) Thanks, Gina.

That was truly, uh, geographical.

Right.

Uh, next up, I believe- - No.

I haven't finished.

I have another one.

- Oh.

Well, I think that one should be- - No, no, no, no.

No.

My next poem, I would like to dedicate to a man who works very hard: Detective Mike Shepherd.

It's called "I Am a Russian Cowgirl."

(Chalmers clears throat) (Kristin coughs) - I am a Russian cowgirl from Vladivostok.

I roam out across the Siberian tundra.

- That's worth a toast.

- To Russian cowgirls.

- Russian cowgirls.

- And absent friends.

- [Gina] Across many mountains.

- [Together] To absent friends.

(reflective music) - [Gina] Across many rivers and streams, also desert plains and quite nice sunsets.

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