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- We're on our final
approach to Queenstown.

For those of you on the
right-hand side of the plane,

the mountains you can see are
the remarkable Remarkables.

Hi, mom.

I got an earlier flight.

- Yes, well, I was going
to come and pick you up.

Oh, that's fine.

Uh, is that everything?

- Yeah, the rest of my stuff is
getting sent over from Sydney.

Oh, to here?

Yeah.

Was that--

Yeah, no, no, that's fine.

I just thought you
might want the lodge.

There's more than enough
room here now, so--

I'll make us a cup of tea.

Great.

We got someone.

Oh, roger that.

Oh, no.

Please don't do that, Anais.

Sorry.

- I'm going to
sell it, I think.

It's in the sun there, which
isn't meant to be good for it.

You could just move it.

It makes me sad anyway.

Yeah.

No wallet, no ID, nothing.

- Nothing useful in the car
either, as far as I can tell.

We won't get a proper
look until they--

They un-crunch it.

- Be a while before we
can winch it out again.

It's a long way up.

We'll be choppering
this poor kid out.

- It's a nice car,
what's left of it.

Better run the plates, eh?

Oh, do you think--

- I've already got Simon on
it, Jarrod, first thing I did.

Save.

- Hey, how long
on that chopper?

Hi.

Yeah, no, I arrived
this morning.

Oh, it was fine.

It was just a hop
over the ditch.

Yeah.

Hey, I thought I would pop into
work, check out the changes

and say hi.

Yeah.

Oh, no, great.

All right, bye.

Sorry.

No, no need to apologize.

Are you going out?

- Yeah, I said
I'd pop into work.

Good.

I've got a lovely
blue cod for dinner.

Yum.

Simon.

- Boss, a fatality
at Skipper's Canyon.

How many is it this year?

Three.

Yeah.

Uh, the Rego, that's
the stolen car that

was reported this morning.

Sebastian Van Heusen's?

Brilliant.

It'll be our fault we didn't
find it before it got totaled.

I'm gonna let you
tell him that.

Thanks, boss.

You're all heart.

Uh, no ID on the driver.

Tempting to assume
he's the thief.

So let's not.

Let's find out who he is first.

- Yeah, it might
take a while, so I'm

gonna have to hand all those
petty thefts off to Jarrod

and Juana when they get back.

Oh.

The kids will be delighted.

You okay?

Oh, yeah.

Just a little-- you know.

No worries, though.

I'm-- I'm sure it is.

First tupapaku?

Yeah, on the job, yeah.

A few tangis and that.

But it was on a whole
other level, eh?

- Well, an accident scene
or a crime scene, it's

not quite like a tangi.

It can rock anyone.

- You've
seen a few, I guess?

Not many.

A few.

It took me a minute.

Yeah, copy that.

Oh!

So sorry.

Sorry!

Anais, you're-- you're here.

Hi.
- Maja, hi.

Yeah, here I am.

Yeah, how are you?

Good.

Yeah.

Are you-- are you
visiting your mom or--

No, no, I, um--

I got a gig.

So I'm back.

- Oh, that's-- that's great.
- Yeah.

- Uh, we'll have
to catch up, yeah?

Definitely.

Yes, catching up on the list.

How's Luke?

- He's, um-- yeah,
he's-- he's fine.

Busy, as usual.

- Uh, were you
just working out?

- Oh, no, I was just,
um, checking in on staff.

I own this place now.

Oh!

- Yeah, it's been
open about 18 months.

Wow.

Congratulations.

I'll have to join up--
- Oh.

- --get some, uh,
abs happening.

- Well, I'll organize
a discount for you.

I'm actually opening up
another one soon now by 5 mile.

Oh, wow.

Business must be booming.

- Yeah, lots of regulars-- and,
you know, tourists, of course,

short-term memberships.

You'll have to get
used to the cold again.

Where were you?

Melbourne?

Sydney.

- Hi, Marijke.
- Oh.

How was your workout?

Fine, excellent.

Thanks.

Well, I, uh--

I said I'd pop into work.

- Okay, well, we'll
do coffee, yeah?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
Great.

Say hi to Luke for me.

- Oh, I will.
I will.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Fuck!

You got the body out, then?

Just.

He's on his way to the morgue.

Maybe Dr. Cooper will find a
useful tattoo or something.

Figure out who he is.

Did you get photos?

- Yeah, a bunch, boss.
- Good.

Pass them on to Simon.

- Yeah, I'll liaise
with Dr. Cooper.

We'll try to identify him.

And at least we can
inform next of kin.

- Killed while
driving a stolen car.

They'll be stoked.

- Simon will brief you
on his other inquiry.

You can take over
the legwork on that.

Yeah, sure, Detective.

No probs.

Hi there.

Inspector.

It's good to see you, Anais.

Constable Renner,
Senior Constable

Rata, Detective Delaney, this
is Detective Sergeant Mallory.

Hi.

So, Inspector?

- It happened
just after you left.

- I know.
I heard.

I keep tabs.

You can take the girl
out of Queenstown.

- The girl took herself
out of Queenstown,

if I remember right.

- And how is
it being the big boss?

- Still getting used to
it, to be honest with you.

But hey, they're a good crew.

Hoana Rata, she's
sharp, experienced.

She just made sergeant,
gets her stripes soon.

Hmm.

Young Renner, he's learning.

He's green, but keen.

But Simon, Simon can
be a bit territorial.

You might find that he
wants to cling to his perch.

Oh.

I'm sure I'll cope.

You're gonna have to.

You're sharing an
office with him.

It's not quite as
flat as Sydney,

but I'm sure you'll
cope with that as well.

- Yeah, I'll be
all right, boss.

Now, I kept tabs as well.

I didn't expect to
see you back here.

You're doing really well.

Homicide?

Specializing?

So what did bring
you back here?

- I just thought Mum could
use the help after Lynne.

No other agenda?

No, just here to do the job.

Okay.

Well, if you need help
with anything beyond that,

you're gonna let me know, yeah?

Yes.

Will do.

- Boss, Rata and Renner are
all up to speed on the thefts.

I'll, uh, talk to Seb Van
Heusen on this other thing.

And first thing, I'll attend
the autopsy on our car thief.

If he is one.

Yeah.

Well, I mean, stolen car,
get behind the wheel,

just another idiot gone
over the edge of Skippers.

Simon.

- Did you say, um,
tomorrow morning, Simon?

Do you mind if I join?

It'll be first thing.

That's okay.

See you there.

Thanks, boss.

What?

Mallory.

Her sister was one of those
idiots who went over the edge

at Skippers two years ago.

Fuck.

- Hey, babe.
- Oh!

Hey.

I was just coming to see you.

Yeah, I saw your car pull up.

- You will never guess
who I just ran into.

- Oh, not with
your car, I hope.

Anais.

Right.

Well, that would have been
interesting, I imagine.

Veronica didn't
say anything about her visit?

Oh, she's not just visiting.

She's back-- to work, she said.

- Right, well, that'll be
even more interesting then,

won't it?

Okay, well.

Thank you.

Oh, the sauce is lumpy.

So sorry, darling.

Your sister used to
do all the cooking.

No, no, it's good.

It's better than I could do.

Rubbish.

You're a good cook as well.

It's just, you
know, I wanted to do

something special for you.

So you don't-- you
don't have to finish it.

With wine?

It helps me relax, darling.

So how was work?

Yeah, good.

I met the new guys--
well, new.

They've been there a while.

- And, um, the other
detective seems a bit uptight.

And I had to keep reminding
myself to call Sharon boss.

It's what I do, Mum.

Yes, I know.

Well, the family business is
still going despite the loss

of your father.

Sales are up, which
is heartening.

Charles would be delighted.

Hopefully I won't
be too busy, though,

so we can find some time.

Mm.

- Oh, and, um, you can have
the Jeep if you'd like.

Oh, yeah, I love the Jeep.

- Remember all those
fishing trips you

used to take with your father?

- How many times did it
break down, do you think?

So many.

Morning, Anjali.

Good morning, Dr. Cooper.

Ihaka, please.

Informality, Anjali.

That's how I roll, okay?

- Yes, Dr. Cooper, just as
formality is how I roll.

Yeah, yeah.

All right.

Let's take a look.

What do you see?

Um, young male, possibly 20s.

Good musculature fit,
a solid tan, head

and facial trauma, and what
looks like multiple

fractures everywhere.

Okay.

Okay, very good.
Thank you.

Ethnicity, um, Latino, maybe?

Legs, please.

Hmm.

When was the car crash?

- Um, hikers heard the car
go over the cliff at about 7

o'clock yesterday morning.

They got to the site
in just under an hour.

Right.

Right, that is interesting.

Very, very interesting.

Oh.

Come in, Delaney.

Boy, I, uh, have an unusual
one for you this morning,

Detective.

Oh, okay.

Oh, oh, so sorry.

Clearly, you are not
Detective Delaney.

- No, uh, he's on
his way, I'm sure.

I am Detective
Sergeant Anais Mallory.

Anais.

Ihaka!

Anais, oh, my god.

How are you?
- Good.

How are you?

You're a pathologist now.

Yeah.

I-- I thought you
were in Sydney.

Oh, yeah, I was.

I just got back yesterday.

Would you believe it?

- This is worth
scrubbing up again for.

I'm sorry my hand is wet.

Um, Anjali, this is Anais.

We went to school together.

Hi.

- There's probably
more respectful

venues for a reunion.
- Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you, Anjali.

Hey, this is amazing.

Yeah, it must be like, uh--

like what?
- Four years.

- Four?
- I think? Yeah.

Last time I saw you,
you were still doing

your specialist training.

- Yeah, yeah,
I was in Christchurch

after I qualified, actually.

I haven't been
back long myself.

But wow.

You are a detective
sergeant now.

That is amazing.
Congratulations.

Thank you.

Yes, homicide.

So I hope not to
see too much of you.

Yeah, yeah, fair point.

It's still a shame,
but, um, fair point.

Although you may
be best qualified

to be attending for this one.

Really?

I thought it was a
traffic accident.

I don't think so.

Like, I can tell
you, even before I've

opened this poor guy up,
that there were a late signs

of liver mortis in dependent
areas, fresh decomposition,

early stages.

It's, um-- that car went
off the cliff almost

exactly 24 hours ago, right?

Yeah.

- That young man has been
dead for at least three days.

Okay, scalpel, please.

DS Mallory.

I see you, uh, beat me to it.

You did say first thing.

I did.

Yeah, I did.

Morning, doc.

I see I haven't kept
you waiting either.

- I have, uh, already come to
some determinations, actually.

Oh, okay.

What are we, uh-- what
are we looking at?

- Some pretty
suspicious circumstances

and maybe a homicide.

Right.

Great.

Thanks, Michelle.

I'll be in touch if, um--

I mean, we will be in touch
if, uh, anything turns up.

Okay, thank you.

Thanks.

- Eyes all right, Jarrod?
Coffee?

Sorry.

I was taking a statement
from that girl.

So pretty.

Not getting very far, are we?

All these thefts.

You'd think they'd
want this guy caught.

Yeah, if it is a guy.

- Point.
Point.

Yeah.

- So no one wants
to talk much, eh?

No, not really.

Well, actually, she did.

So hot.

Right, um, yeah, she gave a
rough description of a bloke

snatching a friend's moped.

Yeah, it could be
anyone, though.

She didn't exactly
provide a lot of detail.

But you got her details, yes?

Meh, of course I did.

Like I said, she's pretty.

Yes.

So what's the next step?

What moped?

What friend?

What happened?

Oh, um, I don't know.

You-- you'd have to ask her.

No, you will.

Let's catch up to her, eh?

See if she can
remember a bit more.

Oh, but what about my coffee?

Jarrod.

Okay, okay.

Um, oh.

Yeah, yeah.
Come on.

Come on.

Extra desk.

A bit tight.

Mallory needs workspace.

In my office?

- Well, technically,
it's her office.

She's your superior,
and she is generously

allowing you to share it.

So be grateful and
stop your whingeing.

Ah, Anais, I had
these authorized

and sent off to
Interpol for you.

Oh, Interpol.

Wow.

That's a flash.

Prints from our unknown.

Thought we might get lucky and
find them on record overseas.

Nothing in his clothes?

Not even any labels.

They've all been ripped out.

- Like someone wanted
to make it hard.

- Yeah, or wanted
to conceal the fact

that they've been stolen.

I mean, there's
been an increase

in thefts from hostels, right?

Maybe our kid's not
just a car thief.

- Very clever,
Detective Sergeant.

Delaney.

I'll go.

I'll have one of those.

Thanks.

Help yourself.

They're shit.

- So is it, um,
women in general

or just me in particular?

Sorry?

The attitude.

We're going to be
sharing an office.

Maybe we should call a truce.

- Well, I mean, I can probably
just work in here, you know,

if you need the space
for all your homicides--

Don't be childish, Simon.

It's time consuming.

Look, I know I'll
be working on other things

most of the time, but since
you were already on this,

why don't we just both
call ourselves homicide?

Sure.

Yeah.

Great.

Cool.

- So Interpol are going to take
forever to get back, as usual.

And, um, it's a long
shot anyway, so.

So we come back to the car?

Mm-hmm.

Plan A, when and how
it was stolen, yeah.

Our guy could have boosted
it before he got killed.

Or somebody else stole it and
used it to dispose of his body.

Wow, you're right.

That is shit.

Yeah.

I tried complaining.

Well, um, try harder.

Yeah?

Gotcha.

Thanks, Maja.

I'll see you next week
at the Skin Festival.

Hey, Maja.

Hi.

I keep, um, bumping into you.

Yeah, personal training.

What are you--

Professional visit.

- Oh, well, I should,
um, get going.

I'll see you at the studio.

Sure.

Can I help you?

I hope so.

I am Detective Mallory.

I was hoping to talk
to Mr. Van Heusen.

- I don't really appreciate
the police knocking on my door.

You couldn't have just called?

I'm the soul of discretion.

I came in an unmarked car.

The neighbors will just
think you're selling a house.

You want a water?

Coffee?

- I've just had a lovely
coffee at the station.

Thanks.

I might have one.

Well, he's lucky he's dead.

I'd have killed him
myself if I caught him.

Have you seen my car?

Total wreck.

- You reported it
stolen yesterday?

- Yeah, as soon as I
realized it was gone.

I told your mate, um, Delaney.

- Well, um, how
about you tell me?

I'm a great listener.

- I left it at a restaurant
car park, Amaretti's.

Wife and I had been to
dinner, had a few drinks,

so we decided to walk home.

I meant to pick it
up the next day,

but I got called
away on business.

What business was that?

Antiques and collectibles.

I import them.

I had to go to Littleton
for a couple of days,

sort out a problem
with a shipment.

- Right, and, uh,
your wife didn't

bother to pick up the car?

No.

It's a manual.

Was.

I mean, I like them.

But Marijke only drives
her coupe, an automatic.

I think I told old
mate that as well.

- So how long was your car
sitting in the car park?

- Till it got
stolen, I imagine.

Yeah.

Funny how pay that one.

How long was it sitting
there before you

noticed it going missing?

Three days.

- All right, and did you
notice anyone sniffing

around when you parked it?

Nope.

Young man, 20s--

Who cares anyway?

You said he's dead.

He's not gonna pay for
stealing my fucking car, is he?

Maybe he already did pay.

Thanks for your help.

Um, please, make sure
we can contact you.

We might need to talk again.

Can't promise to hang around.

I've got a business to run.

- Yeah, just as long
as we can call you.

Enjoy your workout.

Maybe, uh, focus on the legs.

Nice wristbands, by the way.

He's a prick.

He's ripped, though.

- Hey, I want you to
check on Sebastian

Van Heusen's movements,
a trip to Littleton.

I'll text you the dates.

And, um, Amaretti's,
that's new, yeah?

- Yeah, the, uh-- the gym
woman, her husband owns it.

What gym woman?

- You know, the one that
runs the Oasis Club in town.

Maja.

Luke Staunton owns Amaretti's?

It's his latest.

Yeah, he has a
few now, I think.

Fucking hell.

What?

Do you know him, do you?

Yeah, I know him.

- I can talk to him
instead if it's a problem.

It's not a problem.

Okay.

- I was engaged to
him for a while.

I broke it off.

He married my best friend
about a year later.

It's no problem.

- Darling, you're not in
a good place right now.

You should think about this.

I have thought about this.

- Anais, you just
lost your dad.

You-- you're emotional.

You're asking yourself
questions about life, us.

I-- I get that.

- I've been asking questions
for a long time, Luke.

And-- and you
never answer them.

It's like, I'm skating
on a frozen lake,

and everything is perfect.

But I am so scared of
what's under the ice.

I applied for a new
posting, and I got it.

I leave in 10 days.

Oh, right.

It just keeps getting better.

Hi, Mum.

Oh, darling.

This is a surprise.

I missed you at breakfast.

Yeah, early start.

Sorry.

Anais.

Great to see you.

Maja told me you were in town.

- Yeah, I've, um, bumped
into her a couple of

times, actually.

You wait tables now?

- Oh, only for my
favorite customer.

- Luke's helping me with
advice on some of our listings.

Oh, she doesn't need my help.

She does a great job.

She just likes my company.

Oh, well.

- Well, if I could, um,
deprive her of it for a minute.

Uh, yeah.

So the car was way over there
in the corner, apparently.

Uh, didn't even notice the
Van Heusens had left it.

- They didn't call
to let you know?

- No, but they're
already regulars,

so they wouldn't
have been worried.

- Oh, and you didn't notice
the car sitting here?

No, I didn't.

I mean, busy training up my,
uh, manager, a new business.

You should come by and
check it out, Anais.

I'd be happy to give
you the grand tour--

I don't see any cameras.

- Uh, no.
Not happened yet.

We've only been open
a couple of months.

And the contractors
keep screwing us around.

And maybe a friendly word
from our local police

would get them moving.

- The car could
have been sitting here

for all three days, or it
could have been stolen earlier.

What about your staff?

Did they notice anything?

- Well, I asked
them after Detective

Delaney came by yesterday,
and nobody could help.

- How far away is
the Van Heusens, 3Ks?

About that.

That's a long walk at night.

- It's a good way to
burn some calories maybe.

And they're both very fit.

- So no one noticed
the car sitting here,

and no one noticed
it going missing?

- I don't know what
you want me to say.

I can't help.

I mean, my focus tends to
be on the customers inside.

Right.

Thanks for your time.

Anais.

Aren't you batting a
bit below your average?

I mean, stolen cars--

I thought you handled
more important things.

Yeah, I do.

This is a murder inquiry now.

That's dramatic.

Yeah, it's often sad, too.

It really is good to see you.

Despite the circumstances.

- Yes, despite
the circumstances.

You should come by the
house, instead of here.

We can do dinner or something.

Yeah.

The car's a dead end,
so plan B.

We have a plan B?

We do.

Simon's put it together.
- Plan B?

We're not gonna find
out who killed this kid

until we identify him, so.

- Well, there's nothing
from Interpol on the victim.

He seems to be a clean skin.

- Yeah, all we know
is he had dark hair,

maybe Latino, and the clothes.

The hoodie's
pretty distinctive.

Pants, too-- designer.

- Oh, and hey,
um, red sneakers.

We talked to a girl.

Melissa Zhao.

Her boyfriend's
moped was stolen

by someone who could fit
your guys' description,

wearing red sneakers.

When was it stolen?

Five nights ago.

They didn't report it.
- A moped?

How'd they get it here?

The hills, you mean?

Yeah, 50 CC.

Like
dugga, dugga, dugga.

Like a sewing machine with--

with wheels.

We'll follow up on it.

Check traffic cams for that
night, businesses in the area.

And, uh, meantime, Simon's
made a list of rounds for us

to make with these photos.

See if anyone recognizes the
clothes the victim was wearing.

- We wanna show these
around the community.

We're focusing on
cheap accommodation,

back doors of businesses.

- Ihaka, Dr. Cooper said this
guy wasn't stabbed or anything,

just smashed up.

I think he could have been
sent over the cliff in that car

to disguise the fact that
he'd been beaten to death.

Hi, Ihaka.

How are you?

Not, um, busy, I hope?

Yeah, quiet.

Thank God.

How's progress?

Slow.

Still no victim ID.

- Okay, well, hey, I was, um,
reviewing my notes, something

that might help if I'm right.

Mm-hmm.

- There's a couple of small
marks on the boy's forearms.

They're burns
possibly, weeks old,

the kind you might get from
putting something in the oven.

Okay, thanks.

That-- that might help
narrow down our search a bit.

Okay, if I'm right.

- Well, if you are,
I'll buy you dinner.

- Okay.
Yeah, great.

I'll hold you to it.

Maybe we could--

- Cooking, ovens,
bakeries, takeaways.

Hey, sorry.

I know it's a bit
of a long shot,

but I'm just going
around the community

to see if anybody recognizes
any of these items.

No, sorry.

No idea.

Bullshit.

Those are your sneakers,
the ones that got stolen.

They are.

Some creep took
them at the hostel.

- Uh, hold--
um, which

hostel are we talking about?

Vepos.

It's at, um, Gorge Road.

Okay, yeah, I know it.

Some great parties there, eh?

You, bro.

You'll need to talk
to my colleague.

Uh, no.

Sorry, I-- I've got a
lot of work, actually.

No worries.

- So why would you pretend not
to recognize your own sneakers?

I don't want to get involved.

- Well, you are involved
now in a homicide inquiry.

Hey, language.

I think.

- A young man has been
killed, beaten to death.

How angry were you about
your sneakers being

stolen, Alejandro?

Look-- look, I--

I don't know what the
hell this is about, okay?

Can I see your hands, please?

Knuckles?

- I was in a fight a
couple of days ago.

Some asshole was being
really gross to Sophia.

Look, I didn't
kill anybody, okay?

And if I had
caught the prick,

I would have taken
my sneakers back

after I beat the shit
out of him.

- Even so, I'm gonna have to
ask you not to go anywhere,

except for Vepos with me now.

Those pies are unreal.
- Yeah.

Mm.

- All right, bro,
you're with me.

- Well, look, I don't know
anything about any stolen

sneakers, but yeah, there
was a Brazilian bugger,

I think he was.

- And he didn't register
with his passport?

- Well, if he did,
then he wouldn't

have been able to split
without paying his bill.

Which is exactly
what this bugger did.

- Actually, Mr. Sterling,
he didn't pay

his bill because he's dead.

Dead?

Goodness.
That's no good.

Uh, when did he split?

Uh, just over a week ago.

Oh, here we go.

Campos.

Campos.

Rafael.

That was the name
he gave me anyway.

That's Raffa.

He also had a girlfriend.

Yeah, that-- that's right.

She-- she probably
took off after him,

although they've been
fighting like cat and dog.

- When did your
sneakers go missing?

A couple of weeks ago.

Raffa had been working
some days at the bakery.

My co-worker stole my sneakers.

And it's not Campos.

It's de Costa.

His girl is Chacha.

There's a photo from a
party about a week ago.

Here.

That's them.

- Yeah, lots of
wild parties here.

- Well, at least he didn't lie
to everyone about his name.

Now we can start chasing
entry details from YNZ,

and we'll contact the
Brazilian embassy,

notify his next of kin.

Mr. Sterling, uh, we're
gonna need your CCTV footage.

No.

No, no, no good to you.
Sorry.

The cameras have
been down for weeks.

I've been trying
to get them fixed.

Queenstown.

That's interesting.

First Luke Staunton's.

Now his, conveniant.

Well, this'll have to do.

Thank you.

Cheers.

See ya.

Just a kid, eh?

Yeah.

Our next job, Chacha.

You're out there somewhere.

Hey.

- Dinner's in the
warming drawer.

Thanks.

Sorry, I've been absent.

We've just spent the day
trying to identify a dead boy.

- No, I don't wanna
hear it, Anais.

It'd just be nice to see you
for the odd meal, that's all.

Or if not, could
you at least call?

- Look, Mum, my
hours are always

going to be inconvenient.

So I can organize my meals.

And maybe when I've
cleared this case,

it's better for both of us if I
just go and stay at the lodge.

Fine.

What happened to you two?

Look, I didn't kill anybody.

And if I'd caught
the prick, I would

have taken my
sneakers back after I

beat the shit out of him.

He's dead.

I would have killed him
myself if I caught him.

- My focus tends to be
on the customers inside.

- She probably took off after
him, although they'd been

fighting like cat and dog.

- And do you remember what
they were fighting about?

No, no idea.

- Listen, Sophia, I'm not
interested in your work

credentials or
your holiday plans.

Someone is dead.

I just need to find
out what happened.

Okay.

Okay.

They were fighting
about money, I guess.

But that's not all of it.

- Simon, can you
give us a minute?

George.

- Hey, Campos, I think some of
that money might be mine, mate.

We-- we-- we paid you.

- Any chance, he
hits on the girls.

- Maybe you can, um, swing a
discount on the rest later.

- Some of them go
with it, other ways

of paying for their estate.

Gracias.

What bullcrap.

Who said that?

- It doesn't matter
who said it.

Are you denying it--

- Of course
I'm bloody denying it!

- What if I told you Chacha
herself had confirmed it?

- Well, she-- she
can't, can she?

Really?

Why not?

Because she's gone, you said.

Look, you can't trust half
of the things these kids say,

all right?

They're backpackers.

And even-- even if
it was true, it'd

just be a little bit of fooling
around without coercion.

That's not a crime.

- Well, we can ask the
court's opinion on that.

- Oh, for God's sake,
this is ridiculous.

You know what?

I-- I think Campos was pimping
her out around the place.

- His name was
de Costa, Rafael.

Fine.

- I don't know why they
stay in these places.

- Well, do you
expect them to eat

at Amaretti's and get their
bodies sculpted at Oasis Club?

I got a photo of the name
of the security companies

on the cameras.

Give them a call.

You speak Spanish?

Full of surprises.

Well, George Sterling's
hiding something.

His security company
reckons there's

been no issues with the CCTV.

He's definitely in play.

And then there's Alejandro
Diaz, lied, been in a fight.

Raffa stole his gear.

- Yeah, he's still
in play, but I--

I actually buy his point.

I think he would have
taken his sneakers

back after he beat Raffa up.

- Right, unless he
got interrupted.

- Speaking of sneakers,
anything back from traffic

cams on that moped?

Nah, nothing yet.

- Can we check all
the other cameras?

I know it chews up resources.

No, that's okay.

I'll get on to it.

- We need to check for
the Van Heusens' car

across all three days.

It's weird that
Luke Staunton didn't

notice it sitting in the
car park or going missing.

I don't know.

Dark car, dark corner.

No cameras.

- Why would the Van
Heusens walk home?

Why not cab?

Why?

Because it's a lovely
walk along the lake.

Ken and I, we used to
do it all the time.

So, uh, where to now?

- We need a warrant
for Vepos' CCTV.

Anything back from the wreck?

- No, they basically
had to prise

the whole thing back into
shape, gather missing panels.

Ugh, total mess.

It's also key, boss.

We find the person
who stole that car,

we find Raffa's killer.

- Okay, well, as Simon
said, what's next?

- Something I probably
should have already done

but have been avoiding--

Skippers Canyon.

It's a secondary crime
scene, disposal of the body.

We've got photos, Anais.

No, no.

I need to get out there.

You can drive.

Boss.

- Still nothing from
uniforms on Chacha.

- Okay, well, they can reach us
if there's any developments.

Yeah.

Even out here.

Even out here.

You think she
could've had something

to do with Rafael's death?

I mean, if they were fighting.

If they were fighting.

Either way, she's our best shot
at finding out what happened.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

And dangerous.

There's something I should
have done a while ago.

I apologize.

Two apologies, really-- one for
my attitude when you arrived

and for my big mouth.

Idiots going over
the edge here.

I hadn't made the
connection to your sister.

Thanks.

Lynne, I-- I really have
to make this flight.

Can you-- it's
an international flight.

I'll need, like,
an hour for bags.

Yeah, we'll get there.

- You shouldn't
be going anyway.

Don't start that, please.

I don't want you to go, okay?

I need you.

We already lost Dad.

- It's been almost
two years, Lynne.

I--

- Yeah, well, and now Mum's
heartbroken about Luke.

Oh, really?

- Well, I mean, we're
planning a wedding, and--

- Yeah, but--
- --now you're just--

- Okay, sometimes you have
to follow your instincts.

Okay?

I'm following my instincts.

Can you please just
drive a little bit faster?

Speed is a factor.

Sorry?

She would never speed.

So the car was heading
in this direction

when it went over very slowly.

That's what the
TAIC report says.

Trajectory?

Yeah, and impact points.

And look.

The chassis scraped the edge
of the road when it went over.

The opposite of everything that
applied in my sister's crash.

So if we want to get home,
how do we turn around?

- We drive a lot
further, a few K.

Right.

So the logic then, the car
was coming from Queenstown.

Someone was driving it.

They stop, put Raffa
in the driver's seat,

put it in neutral,
use this slope

to generate a bit of momentum,
put him over the edge.

And then how do they get home?

It's too far to walk.

There's too much
risk of being seen.

So do they have someone
come and pick them

up or follow them, drive
them to the turnaround,

and then back?

Either way--

Jesus.

Of course, there had
to be another car.

And I doubt Sterling had
any willing accomplices.

- Coercion is probably high
on his list of skills, though.

- There's still
Alejandro and Sophia.

Maybe even Chacha herself--

--although it would take
two pretty strong people

to shove a car over this.

Mallory.

Uh-huh.

Right.

Yeah.

No, we'll be there.

Okay.

One bullet I won't
have time to bite then.

I, um, wanted to see
when my sister died.

But we have to get back.

You can forget Chacha
as the suspect.

Um, missing sewing machine.

Some mountain
bikers spotted it.

And Hoana noticed
the broken branches.

I found her here.

Retreated by the
same footprints

to preserve the scene.

Good work.

Jarrod, tape off this whole
area, including the turnaround.

We need to set up a grid.

Doctor.

Doctor.

Oh, Ihaka.

Informalities, these things.

- Yeah.
Always was.

Morning, Anjali.

Oh, you got my name right.

I usually get a few Angelas
for a while at least.

She's a keeper, this one.

And she owes you dinner.

Sorry I didn't get a
chance to call you back.

Things moved pretty
quick after we talked

in very sad directions, eh?

Yeah.

Yeah, they brought
her in last night.

- Yeah, I just got off
the phone with her sister.

Couldn't even
explain what happened properly.

My-- my bad Spanish had to do--

Hey.

- --for her Portuguese.
Sorry.

- No, no.
- So stupid.

- It's been a hell
of a week, you know?

Second suspected homicide.

And look, they're both young.

Yeah.

Oh, sorry.

It's okay.

It's all right.

Okay.

Let's do this.

Are you good?

Are you good to attend?

Yeah.

Why would the lab feel
easier than the crime scene,

do you think?

It's safer.

Monarchy on all levels,
you know?

I mean, we're-- we're caring
for them, and we're speaking

for them, listening.

You know, they tell us things.

An autopsy, it's an
intimate conversation--

I think, anyway.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

Let's see what she
has to tell us.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Nothing exciting?

No tire tracks or anything?

Too many.

Boot spikes, all sorts.

Cyclists turned up a rock
in the woods, blood on it.

I guess that moped places
Raffa de Costa here.

Definitely.

The prints we lifted
from it are a match.

- Why is it here?
That's the question.

A good one.

I'm gonna have another
chat to Melissa Zhao,

see if she can give
us anything new.

And Mallory wants a briefing.

What, us too?

If they can spare you.

Yeah.

She says it's a team effort.

Hey, Sarge!

I-- I think I've
found something.

Hey, guys.

Hi, there.

Can I help you?
- No.

He wants to talk to you.

No, I don't.

About Raffa and Chacha.

Sophia.

Have you found her?

We have, yes.

What did she say?

Anything?

He tried to help Raffa.

I didn't know.

I think he was as
scared as much of me

finding out as he was of you.

I-- I screwed up.

How?

- Raffa didn't steal
my sneakers, okay?

I gave them to him and a bit
of money to keep him quiet.

About what?

He caught me.

Skimming money for a price.

Everything costs so
much money here, okay?

It's tough.

- So what,
you gave him some money

and your sneakers
to shut him up?

- Yes, and I told him
how a couple of girls

make money at the hostel.

They grab someone
with plenty of money.

Your friend gets in there--

Throws them, takes the cash.

It's called honeypotting.

- George was pushing
them along, okay?

And they were struggling.

I think that's what they
tried to do that night.

But they're just kids,
and it went wrong.

- Do you think it's
possible George Sterling

found out about the plan?

Maybe.

- There is something
going on with that prick.

He was banging around in the
girls' bathroom all last night.

Is that right?

Okay, you can go.

Thank you.

Wait.

What about the money?

What money?

It's gonna get paid back
before they notice, isn't it?

He will do.

I'll make sure.

Good.

You're back.

The Vepos warrant.

Thanks, boss.

- Oh, sounds like the others
are back for the briefing, too.

Great.

Dr. Cooper is pretty
confident both victims

died on the same night.

Cause of death?

- Uh, Raffa, head trauma caused
by an impact and a broken neck,

both sustained prior to
postmortem injuries in the car.

Chacha was hit in the head
with a rock, we found, twice.

It was the blow to the
temple that killed her.

We found tissue underneath
her fingernails.

Skin has been sent
for DNA testing.

Excellent.

- DNA is not a
silver bullet, Simon.

If we do wanna request
swabs for comparison,

our suspect list just got a
whole lot bigger than George

Sterling and Alejandro Diaz.

We need to look
at every tourist,

local, or transient, with a fat
wallet and an active libido.

Could be these two were killed
in a botched honeypot scam.

That's just a theory
at this point.

- We found patches
of dried blood

in the dirt up on
the turnaround.

- Maybe Raffa was attacked
there, Chacha in the bush.

Two people involved again?

Maybe.

- I had another chat
with Melissa Zhao.

She still wasn't much
help, but her boyfriend

did say old red sneakers
was chasing after a car.

Did he get a look at it?

Just a glimpse.

He could only tell me
it was a dark color.

- Like the one that
went over the cliff.

That's a reach.

- Could be an angle
worth pursuing, boss.

Well, pursue it carefully.

Van Heusen can be
pretty prickly.

- Anything back
from traffic cams?

- I'll try and hurry
him along, huh?

- Can you give Littleton
another hurry up, too?

Please, boss.

- Meantime, get a full
list of freight movements

through the port.

Jarrod, I want you
to get onto cab

companies and
rideshares, anything

from Amaretti's on the 17th.

Okay, might take a while.

Yep, however long.

And Simon, follow up on George
Sterling's license and Rego.

See if Vepos have any
other cars registered.

And find out what
Luke Staunton drives.

The restaurant guy?

- I wanna talk to
his staff again, too.

- Uh, they already said they
didn't see anything out there.

- Well, this time
about customers inside.

I can do that.

- And what about
our Spanish friend?

Alejandro?

He did have a beef
with Raffa, but Chacha?

Nah.

No, let's prioritize
the others.

Do you have your own car?

A pretty crappy one, yeah.

Even better.

I want you on standby when
I act on this warrant.

For now, I'm gonna go
wind up in Van Heusen's.

Me again.

Bad time?

Is it ever a good one?

- I need to talk to
your husband again.

- Yeah, sorry.
He's busy.

You'll have to come
back another time.

- Oh, that's all
right, Marijka.

What do you want
now, Detective?

- Might be better if I
answer that question inside.

Hmm.

Seb.

Thank you.

- So you want coffee
this time or water?

Fully hydrated, thank you.

What's this about, Detective?

Do you recognize this man?

No, I don't think so.

What about you?

Nope.

Who is he?

- That's Rafael
de Costa, the man

who stole your husband's car.

- And drove it off
the edge of a cliff.

So?

- So we don't think that's
exactly what happened.

- Why wouldn't you think
that's what happened?

- It's her job to be
skeptical, darling.

Right?

So what do you think happened?

- We believe the car was pushed
off the cliff with Rafael

inside it, already dead.

Do you recognize this woman?

No.

Are you sure?

Don't push it, Detective.

What about you?

No.

No idea.

Really?

It's possible she was working
as a girlfriend for hire

if you catch my meaning.

- I catch your
meaning, and I don't

appreciate the implication.

- Yeah, I think we've
answered your questions.

- We don't know these people,
so if there's nothing else.

Last look.

She's pretty, isn't she?

And dead, but not
without a fight.

She scratched
whoever killed her.

You're a regular at
the Oasis Club, right?

- Yeah, I go four to five
times a week. Why?

- What's that got
to do with anything?

- Oh, no.
No reason.

Just, um, curious.

Thinking about joining up.

Get some abs.

I'll let myself out.

- Do you mind if I
just use the bathroom

while you read the warrant?

No, no.

You'll have to use
the gents, though.

The, uh-- the ladies'
is being upgraded.

Oh.

That'll be nice for them.

Uh, you will notice
that the warrant

is not just about getting
your CCTV footage.

I'm also interested in
the cameras themselves.

Your, um, security company
said that you bought

a new one recently,
but they haven't

been asked to install it.

What happened to that?

- Um, I'm-- it's
in a box somewhere.

Great.

Well, uh, I'll just use
the little boys' room.

Be right back.

Hey.

Uh, how did you
go with Sterling?

Yeah, well, got him scared.

Not interested in
his security footage.

I'm interested in what
he's not giving us.

How'd you go on the videos?

- Sterling drives
a gold Peugeot,

and Staunton drives a
Porsche Cayenne Turbo GT.

- God, he's doing
well for himself.

- I gotta ask, what was
the point of checking

what your ex-boyfriend drives?

Part of the investigation or--

- Yeah, there had to be
two cars at Skippers.

Just turning over every stone.

Right.

And the Van Heusens,
how'd that go?

- Well, hopefully his wife's
putting him under the griller

now.
Anything from Amaretti's?

Uh, Jarrod was on that.

Renner!

- Yeah, um, I spoke
to the waitress.

Um, she said they were arguing.

Um, he'd had too much to drink.

She was annoyed.

Didn't finish dessert.

Did they leave together?

- Uh, no, his
missus left first.

Just got up and left, she said.

He told her to put it all on
his account and went after her.

That's interesting.

So is this finally.

The forensic report on the car.

Now, there's only one
thing of note, which

I've highlighted for you.

- Blood on an outside panel,
and it's a match to Rafael.

- Hauling data you requested,
it's nearly ready, too.

I'll let you know soon as.

Great.

- Where are you going?
You want me to come with?

No, no, I've got it covered.

Get on to that
traffic cam footage.

We need it.

- Texting that
French girl, Hooper.

What?

- I wouldn't do that if
I were you, Mr. Sterling.

That might be seen
as obstruction

of an investigation.

I'll take that bag.

- I'm really happy to
talk about it inside.

Oh, in front of my clients?

I'm not.

And I really shouldn't be
sharing client information.

- Look, Maja, if
my colleagues have

to come back with a warrant,
they will be in uniform inside.

So it's your call.

Okay, so, um, sweatbands?

Wrists.

Sebastian Van Heusen and
when did he buy them?

His wife bought the
wristbands a couple of days

after Raffa and
Chacha were killed.

Um, hey, I--

I don't get it.

What's-- what's so important
about these wristbands?

Oh.

Chacha's bruising.

Right.

Got you.

- The skin under
her fingernails.

Van Heusen's a
regular at the gym.

If he wanted to
keep up his routine,

scratches would be problematic.

- Looks like his wife's
covering for him, then.

Maybe.

They've got a weird love-hate
thing going on, those two.

- Van Heusen could have picked
his car up from that car park.

The manager from the freight
company finally got back to us.

He wasn't in Littleton.

He spoke to them on the phone.

- And, like, I was gonna
tell you before you

tried to choke me out.

His wife took an Uber home from
the lakeshore-- it's about a K

from the restaurant--
on her own.

- So much for that
romantic walk.

- How's our delightful
Mr. Sterling?

- Stewing in the
interview room.

I sent his computer
off to the techs

to see what they can
get off the hard drive.

- Yeah, I've got a fair
idea what's on there--

footage from that
camera he can't find.

The ceiling tiles in
the woman's bathroom

have been really
badly replaced.

- Well, maybe Raffa and Chacha
found out what he was doing,

and he decided to shut them up.

- I don't know if
he's got the balls.

I think Sterling's a
peeper, not a killer.

Still, we'll squeeze
him a bit harder,

see if any juice comes out.

Put him in the cells for a bit.

He'll like that.

So will I.

Anais!

Here we go.

Blink and you'll miss it.

Raffa.

- That street leads out
of town in the direction

of the lookout.

Where it all went down.

- There's no read on the
plate, but the car's a close

match to Van Heusen's.

Looks like a passenger, too.

- I think we just narrowed
down our suspect list.

What are you thinking?

- I'm thinking Van Heusen's
had a bit to drink and a fight

with his wife.

She walks off.

Maybe he intends to follow her.

But Chacha shows up, takes her
debut shot at a honeypot scam.

Van Heusen's vain
enough to be flattered.

Maybe something goes wrong.

She chickens out, somehow
winds up in his car.

Wait, Chacha!

- Raffa panics
and follows them.

He probably grabbed the bike
and took off after them.

That must be how it
played out because--

There he is.

DS, polling data.

Useful, I think.

- Simon, run
that footage again,

further this time.

Bingo.

This is bullshit.

It's pure speculation.

- That's just what
we're thinking,

based on both forensic and
circumstantial evidence.

What evidence?

- Can you remind me what
you were doing in Littleton?

I had to check on a shipment.

- And what were you doing
when your husband was there?

- What I usually do-- run
the office, go to the gym.

Right.

The gym, the office.

Yeah, we-- we checked all that.

We also checked Littleton.

You didn't go there.

You just phoned.

- Should have worked
on your alibi.

- So what were you doing
for those two days?

- Because that's
about how long it

was between Rafael
de Costa being killed

and your husband's car
going over that cliff.

- Where was the
car, by the way?

We know you didn't drive it
home from the restaurant.

You'd had a fight with
your husband, so--

Yeah, we had a fight.

- So you-- you left
and walked home?

Mm.

I mean, no, I walked out,
and then he followed.

And we walked home.

Together.

I told you.

It's like I said.

We'd been drinking, so
we decided to walk home.

- Right, except
you didn't walk.

Not alone, not together.

You-- you rang and
organized a cab.

We walked home.

- It would be a really
good idea to stop

lying to us, Mr. Van Heusen.

We'd had a lot to drink.

And look, I can't
remember exactly.

Maybe we were confused.

- Were you also confused
about whether your husband

was in Littleton or not?

What was it?

Did it take those two
days to build up the nerve

to dispose of the body?

No!

This is insane.
You're badgering her.

Why don't you just
leave her alone?

- Seb, just calm down.
- Can I see your wrist, please?

Mr. Van Heusen,
we've got all day.

We know you bought those
wristbands to cover them up.

Why are you protecting him?

I'm not protecting him.

He was mugged.

Mugged?

Really?

Wait, you never mentioned.
What--

- Stupid.
- Okay, we're done here.

Uh, not quite.

- We have traffic camera
footage of your husband's car,

followed by Rafael
on his moped.

And right about now,
your car following them.

- Did you go back and get
him because he was drunk?

You were worried
about him driving?

No, that's not--

Marijke, just-- just shut up.

You shut up.

She was at home.

And this is intimidation.
You know what?

I want my lawyer here now.

No, we don't need a lawyer.

We are going.

I've got his card somewhere.

His name is Michael Robinson.

- They're trying
to put this on us!

- Why won't you just fucking
listen to me for once?

You don't have to answer
their fucking questions!

Any lawyer will tell you that.

Just no comment,
no comment, no comment.

Just shut up!

- What is "no comment"
gonna help us

when it's all right there--

- Well, then, just
shut the fuck up!

Stop shouting at me!

You're always shouting at me!

Push!

Push!

I am, okay?

Push!

Push!

Please.

Baby.

Let's just call Robinson.
He'll--

It's too late!

They've got everything!

No, it's okay.

No!

- The pictures, the
lies, those fucking

scratches on your wrists.
- Ah!

Ow!

And for what?

A kid.

A child.

Sebastian!

Can we just let it go?

And you-- you can talk to me.

I'll explain everything.
- Don't.

This isn't--

You fucking idiot!

Is this what you want?

This is what you want?

Huh?

You're not protecting him.

- Who are you?
Huh?

The fuck is wrong with you?

- Don't you fucking
touch my wife!

Fuck!

He's protecting you.

Raffa?

- She saw what I did
to the boy.

I had no choice.

- Wait.
- No, no, no, no.

Wait.

Marijke.

No.

She was just a little girl.

- You cleaned up, you
dumped Chacha on the bush.

Why not dump Raffa there, too?

Someone was coming.

There wasn't time, so we
just got out of there.

- I think we should
get the lawyer.

- I think that's
a very good idea.

Are you clear on all this?

We'll be charging you with
offenses under the Privacy Act.

Still no questions?

- Look, I don't see
what the big deal is.

I wouldn't care anyway.

They're backpackers.

I'll be watching you.

Constable.

We'll see you in court.

Jerk.

I'll find them, I promise.

Luke.

What are you doing here?

- I thought I should come
past and check on Veronica.

Maja told me she's been
getting a bit of a hard time

around the place.

- Just clients at
work and friends.

You've stirred up quite
the hornet's nest, Anais.

I've done my job.

- Well, doing your
kind of job can have

unfortunate repercussions.

Not just for you, but
for those around you.

I still care about you enough
to tell you the truth, okay?

Give me a call if you
need anything, Veronica.

Thanks, Luke.

I, um, brought stuff for tea.

I thought I could
make us dinner

before I head up to the lodge.

I'm not hungry, Anais.

Thanks, anyway.

- Okay, well, I might
just head up there then.

Anais, Luke's right.

The Van Heusens are
major players here.

- Being a major player doesn't
put you above the law, Mum.

It does, however, mean that
you can afford a really good

lawyer, get bail, and draw out
legal proceedings for as long

as you want.

Yeah, I do know that.

I also know that the two
people that Marijke Van Heusen

murdered would have had no such
opportunity if the boot was

on the other foot.

Murdered?

They're saying it was
an accident, darling.

Yeah, of course they are!

And, yeah, okay, maybe,
um, maybe smashing

someone's head on
a car in a fight

might be manslaughter,
instead of murder.

Yeah, but beating
up a young woman

and smashing her head
in with a rock twice?

I don't care how good a
fucking lawyer you get.

Claiming that was an
accident is never gonna fly.

Mum, they put a
dead body in a car

and pushed it over
the cliff at Skippers.

Mum.

Mum.

Mum?

I'm sorry.

Okay, Lynne.

What happened?

What the fuck?