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I had sex with someone.

I just felt like I should
be honest about it.

Maybe that--that could be you.

Doug Snapes.

What about him?

Someone chucked him
out of a helicopter.

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

Your good mate Doug is dead.

And do you know why
he's dead, Alan?

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

Did your brother ever mention
a man named Luke Staunton?

Who?

Another bloody
conspiracy theory?

A whole new obsession with
your dad's death, too?

Maja, I'm concerned for you.

Maybe you should ask Luke
some of the questions

I've been asking you.

Doug Snapes was a loose end.

I have to make sense of this.

And my every instinct
is telling me

that you can help me.

Wow.

Oh, my goodness.

Harry, honestly, it's
been a wonderful evening

and a lovely idea.

Thank you so much.
- Thank you--

for finding the time
to share it with me.

Oh, come on now.

Well, it's true.

You have been very
busy these last weeks.

She has community
responsibilities now.

My council needs me.

She's the new chair of the
Arts Festival Committee, Harry.

She's in demand.

It's going to be huge--
fireworks, lighting

installations, concerts.

Yeah, and even more tourists.

Yes.

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

Oh.

Surely, you're not tired
of that lovely apartment

I found you already.

No, hardly.

No, I'm just trying
to entice you

away on a holiday in Europe.

Sounds fun.

I have business in France.

And I thought you might
be interested in floating

around in the Med for a bit.

Wow.

Um--

Holy shit.

Oh, my god.

Bloody hell.

Ihaka, hi.

I brought hot chocolate.

Aw.
Come in.

Come in.
- Thank you.

I hope I wasn't interrupting.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Just boring old work stuff.

I see.

- I wasn't sure--
- Since you came--

Oh.

You go, please.

Um, I wasn't sure
where you were at.

It's been a while.

Yeah, I kind of
got a bit wounded.

To be honest, I'm
not proud of it.

It's okay.

Yeah.

And I'm sorry for--

I'm sorry for my absence.

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

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

Yeah.

That's true.

So what changed your mind?

Ah.

Some rigorous
self-examination--

and missing my friend.

I missed you, too.

Hot chocolate?
- Yeah.

Yes, please.

Woo.

See?

Good run.

Great way to start the day.

Yeah.

Yoga is usually my thing.

Yeah, but it's not exactly
aerobic, though, is it?

It can be.

We'll make the run a
regular thing, though.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

So, um--so where's Sam again?

He's fishing for
a couple of days

and then hunting for
a couple of days.

And he'll probably
arrive and want

a party for a couple of days.

You know Sam.

I indulge him.

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

Indulge them.

Took your time.

Well, you didn't
say first thing.

Do you want to take the
lead on this one, Detective?

Well, I am homicide, so yeah.

Jean-Pierre Lumiere,
he's French.

Really?

Wow.

What else?

He's a pyrotechnics maestro--

was--displays in
Paris, Berlin, Venice.

This was his first in
Queenstown and his last.

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

And then there's a
couple from Australia,

Kylie and Robbie Shorrock.

Wasn't there
something with Lumiere,

one of his crew, recently,
about a week ago?

It was a uniform matter.

I'll check with Hoana.

Hmm.

When does the explosives
expert arrive?

Sergeant Gracewell.

I spoke to Wellington.

They reckoned late morning.

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

They're usually dealing
with unexploded ordnance.

They'll know more than we do.

Yeah.

Sharon's trying to locate
Fingers Hanalay, too.

Fingers?

Uh, a.k.a.

Frank.

He's another pyrotechnician.

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

for the last couple of years.

But not the Arts Festival.

Wonder why.

It's more techno, light
shows too, not just fireworks.

Here, check out the promo.

Hello, Queenstown.

It's time for Fist of Fire.

Jean-Pierre Lumiere and
Associates brings to you--

from Europe and the world--

the best, the brightest,
the extraordinaire

fireworks, along with
lasers, interactive lighting.

We come to you.

Now you come to us.

Well, I can't see
Fingers matching that.

No.

What--what is
the Fingers about?

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

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

We should get
Fingers' take on Lumiere

getting the contract.

Still can't find him.

He's not at the address
we got from his rego.

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

10 days ago, a mugging.

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

Yeah, we took a statement
from a Kylie Sharrock.

She and her husband,
Robbie, worked for the--uh,

maestro Jean-Pierre Lumiere--

Okay, enough with
the accent, Jarrod.

You sound like The Count
from "Sesame Street."

One mugging, two
muggings, ah-ha-ha!

What?

Ken and I, we had
young kids once.

You know?

Right.

So what did happen to Kylie?

Yes, three of them.

And they just come
out of nowhere.

And this was at what time?

Um--

Oh, just after
11:00 last night.

We went out for a few drinks.

I'd come out, gone
to get the truck--

Oh, and I was waiting in
the lane around the corner,

which was dumb, I suppose.

Because it was dark there.

And they grabbed my bag, but
I wasn't gonna let that go.

No way.

Hmm.

Pocket rocket, this one.

Eh, babe?

I don't back down, no.

I had a bit of a go at them.

Look, I want these
buggers caught.

Hey.

Robbie made me come down here.

Well, of course I did.

I mean, look at her.

No, it's good
that you came in.

We'll need to take
photos of your injuries.

Is that all right?

Yeah.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Good, clear shots.

.

She gave great descriptions
of her assailants.

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

Do the Shorrocks know
about the explosion?

Yeah.

And the other guy on
the crew, Jim Matheson.

Do we know where he is?

Same place he was
this morning, I imagine.

Food poisoning.

They decided to keep him
in for a couple of days

to rehydrate him.

He'll probably be allowed
out after afternoon rounds.

They've been unbelievably
unlucky, this pyro crew.

Yeah, unbelievably.

Hey, so Shelby, how's
it going with Jarrod?

He driving you nuts yet?

Um, uh, you know,
in a--in a nice way.

He's sweet.

He's very sweet.

Hmm.

Um, anyway, it's just
in here to the right.

Okay, great.

Hey, question--night shift--
what time do you do obs?

Oh, it depends
on the patient.

I mean, if they're not
flagged red or orange,

it's usually a
12-hour interval,

so around 7:00 or 8:00 PM,
then again in the morning.

Okay, great.
Thanks, Shelby.

No worries.

Bad sight.

Mr. Matheson, hope
you're feeling better.

Detectives
Delaney and Mallory.

Queenstown Police.

We need to ask you
a few questions.

Don't ask me any
questions, mate.

Ask him.

He killed my mate, and he tried
to kill me as well, right?

And now he's telling
me not to talk?

Hey!

Sorry.

Hey, Mr. Hannelly!

Frank Hannelly!

Stop!

Son of a bitch.

He poisoned me.

I was in the pub having a meal,
and he came in and started

asking me about my job.

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

But anyway, I went for a leak.

I came back, and the same
night, food poisoning.

He's gone.
He's gone, he's gone.

Why would he
want to poison you?

I found out he usually
does the displays here,

and we're talking big bucks.

All right?

So I lose the competition.

And now my best friend is gone.

Why would Mr. Lumiere be
out on that barge at night?

Who knows.

It'd be too dark to work.

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

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

JP wouldn't do that, no way.

JP?

Jean-Pierre.

Can I see him?

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

All pretty much
gone, charred.

Part of the right
arm is missing just

above the ulnar humeral joint.

Also known as elbow.

You know, there would be
a lot more he could tell us

if he ended up in the water.

Right.

So you think the
explosion killed him?

I mean, we've heard it before--

one thing to conceal another,
like Rafael da Costa gone

over the cliff in that car.

You remember all their names?

Oh, every one.

So, um, definitely
the explosion then?

Yes, yes.

Concealment doesn't
apply this time.

Given the range and extent
of structural damage,

I'm sure that he
was standing facing

the source of the explosion.

Okay, so it could
still be an accident.

But, you know, his
colleagues did say he was

a stickler for safety, so--

Yeah.

You're treating it
as suspicious?

Yeah, obviously.

Well, we have interviews and
an explosives expert arriving.

So we'd better get back.
- Great.

Okay, we will have a full
written report to you

by tomorrow morning, Anjali.

Great.
Thanks.

Maybe see you soon?

Yeah.

Yeah, great.

Detective.

You meet up with her, then.

Sorry, what?
What do you mean?

Oh, come on, doc.

You've been
miserable for weeks,

and now suddenly here's
Detective Mallory, and--

What?

No--that's, that's rubbish.

You--you've been watching
too many--uh, rom-coms.

Let's just, um--
Scalpel?

Thank you.

Hey.

So you and Ihaka, is that a--

you guys just mates or--

Hey, can you give
me a minute, Simon?

Maybe start a search
on Lumiere's calls

from last night.

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

Yeah.
Yeah, sure.

Sure thing.

I'll--I'll sort it.

Ben.

How can I help you?

You can't.

Got a message for you, and my
brother wants to talk to you.

About?

You said you'd
know the number off

by heart, what with
all the calls you've

been making to him in prison.

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

Yeah.

He said.

So what, he's
changed his mind?

Find out.

I'm just the messenger.

Sauter, East Wing extension.

Mallory.

Alan.

I've been worried
about your welfare

since all those care
packages stopped coming in.

How's it going?

You know fucking well
how it's been going.

You got to stop calling me.

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

I mean, all the time.

They log every call--

So start talking to me, then.

I'll talk to you, okay?

One on one.

But you've got to
relocate me first.

I'm not sure
I can do that, Alan.

I can maybe get you
into isolation if--

I want out of here right now.

Sort it out with my lawyer.

That's the deal.

No move, no talk.

Look, Alan, if
you are worried--

Hello?

Okay.

Well, you're staying with us.

Well, your dad
will be expecting

you to stay with us, darling.

Boss.

Sorry.

Um, all right.

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

All right, darling,
I've got to go.

That was my niece
visiting from Europe.

Yeah.

Alan Sauter is
finally ready to talk,

but he is demanding
to be relocated first.

Do you know how many
hoops I have to jump through

to swing a transfer, Anais?

No, [sighs] I don't.

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

Maybe my sister's, too.

You told me to stick at
this, and I'm getting close,

but he's scared.

We got to move on this.

Okay.

I'll talk to Head
of Corrections.

But Anais, I can't
promise you anything, okay?

Sorry, but I got
the Shorrocks teed

up down at the festival site
for a bit of a call to them.

And your explosives
specialist is here.

Thank you.

You let me know, yeah?

Yeah.

Hoana, I need CCTV of
Jim Matheson and Fingers

at this pub two days
ago around lunchtime.

I'll send you a drop pin.

Sure.

Thanks.

Chasing down
Lumiere's phone calls?

Yep.
Great.

Um, bomb disposal's here.

Can you take it?

I need to go talk
to the Shorrocks.

Sure.
Yeah, no problem.

Great.

Detective Mallory?

Delaney.

Yeah, Mallory is my partner--

detective partner.

This is Sergeant Gracewell.

Gemma.

Simon.
Thanks for your help.

No.

No problem.

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

Yeah.

Well, uh, let's get down
to that barge and find out.

Shall we?

Ah, see ya.

Nice chatting.

Aw.

Come to me.

Slow down, cowboy.

You're supposed to be taken.

And we got some
footage to track down.

Come on.

Yep.

All right.

Mr. and Mrs. Shorrock,
I'm Detective Mallory.

Sorry about what happened.

You must be devastated.

If you mean why
are we still here,

business as usual
when our boss is dead.

You can bugger off.

Look, the fireworks
might be stuffed,

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

Good oath.

Hey, I still have some
questions I need to ask you.

We've got no
idea what happened.

We were in bed at the
hotel when she blew.

Biggest
bang of his life.

JP's, that is.

We missed it.

And when was the last
time you saw Lumiere?

Well, me, yesterday
afternoon on the barge.

Full kegs.

Magic!

Nigel was in the
hospital out of action,

so Robbie stepped up.

And you?

Well, I was
stuck here working.

Didn't even speak
to JP yesterday.

Right.

Do either of you know
a Fingers Hannelly?

He's a fellow pyro.
- Never heard of him--

Pyro?

He's a fucking menace.

His health and safety is crap.

And what about Lumiere's
health and safety?

Five star.

JP Lumiere is a bloody genius.

Yeah.

Then how did it blow up?

Well, you're the cop.

That's your job.

Now, if it's okay
with you, I've got

a light show to put together.

I got it.

So, um, why don't
you want your husband

to know that you know Fingers?

Never met the guy.

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

And he rocked up
a couple of times,

and Robbie told
him to piss off.

What was it like
working for Lumiere?

Jesus.

Can't believe he's dead, eh?

Look, he was just
really careful, you know.

Kylie!

Where's that bloody box?

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Don't have to yell.
I'm right here.

Yeah, yeah.

See?

Match wiring.

All looks like
spaghetti to me.

Yeah, carbonara.

Yeah.

So how does this all work?

The lift charge sends
the shell into the air.

A timed fuse sets off
a burst charge that

activates the pretty stuff.

But the whole lot went off.

Yeah.

A lift charge needs a hole
to launch the firework.

The smaller the hole,
the higher it goes.

But if that hole was blocked--

Boom?

Yeah.

Everything nearby
probably goes up as well.

But what triggers
the explosion?

Electric matches
spark the quick match--

Ah!

leading into the lift
charges of the shells.

They're electronically
fired from a console,

so it's pretty hard
to do by accident.

Could they have been
remotely activated?

Potentially.

Yeah.

I was just about to
ask that, actually.

And--so, potentially.

Cool.

But there'd be physical
evidence if that happened,

though, right?

Yeah, a receiver
of some sort.

It's a shambles out there.

We couldn't even
find the console.

It'll take hours to go through
it all, so I took some samples

to test in the meantime.

Hmm.

I'm a walking chemistry lab.

I'll analyze the
residue, see if there's

anything out of whack.

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

Okay.

Well, you'll need to stay over.

Should I organize some
accommodation, Anais?

Okay.
Yeah.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Sorry.

Mallory.

What?

Okay, I'll be right there.

Can you follow up
on the call logs?

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

Gotcha.

Let's find you a nice hotel.

Sounds good.

Hi.

Anais Mallory.

Hi.

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

I came out for a
walk, and, um--

Sorry, do I know you?

Um, oh, I'm not sure.

Did you say Mallory?
- Yeah.

Anais Mallory.

Oh, god, I must be in shock.

Of course, we know
each other a long way

back, though, at school here.

Yeah.
I'm Lina Chu.

Yes!

Your boss is my aunt.

I'm an old friend of Maja's.

Right.

Yeah.

I knew I recognized you.

Well, I'm sorry to
reconnect like this.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Thought I was gonna be sick.

Why don't you take a seat?

And I'll go and take a look.

More than happy to.

Wow.

It's definitely Lumiere's.

Remains of the elbow
joint, fits the size,

peppering from the blast, and
there's bits of metal embedded.

Hmm.

And what are the other marks?

Hmm.

I mean, the water was cold,
so there's no maceration yet.

They're names.

Hmm.

Tattoos.

Quite a few of them.

Names?

Yeah.

Would you like
me to make a list?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's a
great idea, Anjali.

Thank you.

Sorry.

I need to take this.

Okay.

All right.

So, let's start from the top.

Jarrod?

Have I got a
personal ringtone?

Just Caller ID.

Oh.

Well, I'm just letting you know
that we had a bump in the road

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

Okay.

Thanks.

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

Well, no, they're
here having a beer.

Oh!

Okay.

Well, thanks for telling me.

I was going to go the lake.

Well, saved you the trip.

Yeah.

Um, I'll tell them
to drink slower.

Right.

Bye.

No.

Oy!

Oy.
Oy.

Open the door.

Oy!

Sir, I'm instructing you to--

- Ah.
- No.

See ya!

Shit.

I thought my foot was stuck.

Okay.
Well, how could you?

I know.

Oh, shit.

Here we go.

G'day.

Caught the buggers, have you?

No, not yet,
which is surprising

given the excellent
descriptions you gave us.

Oh.
Thank you.

Yeah.

No, they're very
impressive, especially

considering it was dark and
they came out of nowhere.

Well, I'm good with details.

Yeah.

You got to be in our game.

Anais, uh, Detective.

Something you want to see.

Hey.

Sorry, it keeps glitching.

But if I can get it to--

here.

Here it is--the Matheson
dude with Henley Houdini.

Is there a point where
Fingers is at the table alone?

Only after Matheson leaves,
but I could have missed it.

I mean, the
recording is rubbish.

But there is one other thing.

There.

Kylie.

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

Too bad.

We've got Jim Matheson
accusing Hannelly

of poisoning him and
then threatening him

so he'd keep his mouth shut.

Yeah, and then we've
got you at the pub having

a drink with Hannelly,
but deliberately

withholding that information.

So?

Yeah, I met him more than
once, if you must bloody know.

So what?

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

Look, he's a nice guy.

He's, you know, a bit
grouchy, but he--you know,

he was clueing me
in on tons of stuff,

right? 'Cause I don't
want to be doing,

you know, just
lighting shows forever.

I want to do pyros,
because pyros is

the biggest fucking buzz ever.

Beats arson, huh?

We, uh, checked your
record over in Oz.

Yeah?

Juvie.

I was a kid.

Fuck, one little fucking fire.

Did Jean-Pierre
Lumiere ever spend

one-on-one time with you too?

Teaching you?

Yes.

He was a good teacher.

So was Fingers.

Tell me about Fingers.

People say he's a
bit of a cowboy.

Oh, he's just--

he's easy going.

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

But, hey, he's only
lost two fingers, right?

So [lips buzz] can't be
that careless, can he?

Do you know where he lives.

No.

And how did he
feel about Lumiere?

I don't know.

A bit pissed off, I guess.

I don't reckon he
did anything to him.

No, no, no, no.

He just--oh, fuck.

He just asked me to point
Jim out to him so he

could talk to him, that's all.

Did you see him put
anything in Jim's food?

No.

Did he mention anything
about the contract

for the arts festival?

A couple of things
about it not being fair.

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

Like you and your husband.

Yes.

Look, we all bloody love pyros.

It is a fucking vacation.

Pretty sure she
meant vocation.

They're just as
passionate as each other.

And they all have the skills
to eliminate the top dog

and climb up the ladder.

Yep.

Motives for murder in every
direction, and opportunities.

Even Matheson could have
snuck out of his hospital bed.

And there's always
the possibility

of a radio detonation.

So, too many possibilities.

Yep.

So, Boss,
any movement on--

No, Anais, not yet.

I put in a request
for a one-on-one

with Head of Corrections.

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

for Sauter's move, can I?

Well, maybe just tell them
that someone is going to kill

him if they don't pull finger.

Thank you.

Hey.

Knew you'd still be here.

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

Oh, no, no, no.

That's all right.

I--um, I've got some photos.

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

Just doesn't feel right.
- Yeah.

Yeah, of course.
- Thank you.

Not now.

I can, um, pick
them up tomorrow.

Okay.

No worries.

Thank you.

See you tomorrow?

All right.

Hey, Anais.

Um, earlier today, I think
Anjali, she was gonna--

I think she might
have picked up on a--

a vibe or something.

After last night?

Vibe?

I hope I'm not imagining it.

There is a vibe.

There's a--there's a vibe.

Yes.

Yeah.

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

that you couldn't do
emotional strings, right?

Yeah.

I think I need emotional
strings or it's just a bit,

uh, pointless.

- Okay.
- Sorry.

I'm just being honest.

No, no, no.

Thank you for being honest.

Okay.

Yeah.

So, um, what do we
do about the vibe?

I don't know.

There's not much
we can do, right?

Yeah.

- I'll get those photos--
- Get it back to you--you too.

Yeah, yeah.
Great.

- Yeah.
- Great.

- Hi, Anjali.
- Hi, Anais.

All right.

Don't you, uh--don't--
don't work too late,

Okay.
No, I won't.

Great. Ooh.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, good.

Why don't you want
to talk about it?

I just--this is too cute.

Look at this
jawline from here--

No!

to here, and--

Why?

What?

Why don't you want
to talk about it?

Talk about what?
I mean, it's fine.

You look great.
Look at this. Just--

You're just trying
to distract me.

From what, the view?

Hmm?

God, you are
such a pretty boy.

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

I'm just interested.

I would have thought
you'd want me

to be interested in your
business, that's all.

I do.

But I'm interested in
the fun stuff--the menus

and stuff, the kitchen dramas.

Besides, it's just business.

It's boring.

Here, have some more champagne.

Mm-hmm.

Ah.

Cheers.

Mm.

See?

Boring work.

Pretty Boy speaking.

Love you.

Explain to me
again what happened.

Lynne, we've been over this.

How did it happen?

Really?

I want to hear you say it.

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

Dad found out about it.

He went over to confront them.

He's here.

What the hell is this place?

I thought we were
meeting at the house.

Hey, let's have
a little chat.

I don't want a chat.

I want a reasonable
response to my request.

It was a fight.

Yeah, all right--oi!

Cut it out--please
don't--get--

He fell.

And where the fuck were you?

- Oh, Lynne.
- What?

Hey.
Come on, Lynne.

She was with me.

It's not her fault.

Where were all your
fancy fucking cop mates?

Lynne--

They're meant to--
to keep us safe, yeah?

They're meant to protect us.

They caught him, Lynne.

They--they caught--

I don't care!

Our dad is dead.

Lynne!

Make it better!

Anais, make it better.

Sweetheart.

Please.

I know--

Mum.

Hi, darling.

Can we talk?

Yeah, yeah.

Sweetheart, I need to
apologize for shutting

you out the last few weeks.

I didn't want to.

Oh.

It's just--no, no.

Let me finish.

These questions
you've been asking me.

I need you to know something.

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

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

He used this place--

he stayed here with his--

Oh.

Oh, Mum.

It's all right.

I've dealt with it.

Fuck.

Oh.
I didn't know.

Hm.

Neither did I,
in the beginning.

And I didn't want to
tell you because--

Is it--is that what
the payments were?

What payments?

A bit--here, I
accessed his bank records.

There was money going
out, $7,000 a month.

But there was even
more money coming in.

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

No, no, no, no.

It has nothing to do
with the business.

Look, $10,000 a month
every month on these dates.

Do you know who PB is?
- No.

No, darling, I have no idea.

Please.

Nothing good will
come from this.

You can't make it
better, all right?

I'm sorry.

I have to go.

I've got a meeting.

Darling, everything I've ever
done was only to protect you.

Morning, Alan.

Fuck!

What are you, what--

wait, you're--you're--

What, dead?

Nah.

Nah, that's my brother.

Fucking hell.

Len Snapes.

Almost shat myself, man.

What are you doing here?

Did the McCargall
operation get busted?

Nah.

But they're gonna have to
do without the country's

second best cook now.

Doug was the best, eh, then me.

What are you in for?

Murder.

Yeah, I killed
that Russian prick.

Chucked Doug out
of the helicopter.

It's a setup, eh?

Eh.

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

Didn't think you'd like it.

I need to talk to your boss.

This police visit
from Queenstown CI--

Delaney and Mallory--what
the hell is all that about?

I don't know.

Simon.

- You on your way in?
- Yeah.

I'm leaving now.

Great.

Meet you at the city
council, though.

We've got a situation.

Okay.

I told you to sit down!

And I told you to either
let me go, or you arrest

me if you want to take me in.

No one wants to arrest you.

You're only required
for an interview.

Well, he does!

No, I tried to talk to you.

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

You best do what he
says, Mr. Hannelly.

Oh, here we go.

Bloody suits, now.

Who called this in?

I did.

Oh.

Hello, Mum.

Hi, darling.

I'm chair of the
festival committee.

This gentleman came in here
yelling about contracts,

and he threatened
my team members.

And I told him we didn't
assign the contract.

It was a council decision.

Yeah, it was
a bloody shonky one.

I should have had first option.

It is bullshit,
and you know it--

Sit down!

Mr. Hannelly, we
need to question

you with regard to the death
of Jean-Pierre Lumiere.

What?

What, the bugger's dead?

Yeah, two nights ago.

You could hardly miss it.

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

Ooh.

Dead, eh?

Well, you'll be needing to
find a replacement real soon,

aren't you, eh?

Oh, unbelievable.

Let him have a
bit more of his tea.

Get more out of him this way.

"You'll be needing
a replacement soon."

What is he on?

I know.

Hey, how's Sergeant
Gracewell going?

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

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

Yeah.

I bet you will.

You stud.

So.

How's your other
thing shaping up?

Good.

Well, I'm here.

So's Fingers.

Didn't do a runner.

Oh, how many times?

I had nothing to do with
that bloody explosion.

Why do you keep
running away, then?

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

You knew Jarrod was.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I've got some
speeding fines, okay?

I'll take care of them.

But--but I didn't
bloody kill anybody.

And if I did, it would
probably be someone

from the council, that's who.

Not your rival?

Colleague.

Pyro's a fraternity, mate.

Okay.

So if your issue's
with the council,

why did you poison
Jim Matheson?

I didn't poison Jim.

You know what, the--
the schnitzel at that

pub, that should be your
prime suspect there, mate.

Anais.

My office.

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

You better make yourself
available to us.

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

I will hunt you down myself.

Are we clear?

Crystal.

Thank you.

Little firecracker,
that one, isn't she?

Gosh.

What's up?

We didn't get the
clearance in time, Anais.

Sauter's dead.

Oh.

Fuck!

Oh.

We tried to get
him protection.

You needed to keep
the pressure on.

You did what you had to do.

Oh, I feel sick.

Oh.

Now I need you to focus
on your job here, all right?

Yep.

Okay.

Oh.

Anais.

Ah.

Yes, guys, the, um,
Shorrock assault.

We checked the street
cam for her attackers,

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

Did you want the
file to look at again?

Uh, the--uh, that
is at Doc Coopers.

Right.

Okay, we can boogie on over
there, or just drive.

Uh, thank you.

Great.

I'll just get rid of this.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Look, I heard about Sauter.

I reckon, take that.

But if you ever need
a talk, any time--

whenever.

Hey, how's it going?

Hey, Hoana.

Good.

She's got some pretty
interesting results.

Residue.

The left charge was a
standard black powder mix.

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

Yeah, which means a faster,
more volatile explosion.

Mm.

You know, one that never
even left the mortar.

So it was like--

because there was no hole
to let the energy out?

Well done.

Right.

But this doesn't confirm
it was deliberate, does it?

No.

It could have been a
failure in the mixture

or the casing itself.

Yeah.

So I guess we prove it was
deliberate by answering

two questions--what sent
Lumiere out there at night?

And what was the
method of ignition?

Yes, exactly.

Your search of the debris
might turn up something SOCOS

just wouldn't recognize.

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

Perfect.

You go with her, Simon,
and I think we keep

pushing Lumiere's call logs.

Might show up, the
why he was there.

Yeah.

Can you hassle his
French service provider?

Oui, oui.

Detective.

You have a visitor.

Detective Mallory.

Vernon Kincaid,
Invercargill Homicide.

I'd like a word.

You visited Alan Sauter
in jail some time ago.

Why?

I believed he might
have further information

about my father's death.

He was serving time
for your father's death.

That was thoroughly
canvassed in the trial.

I think there's more to it.

Is that why you been
calling him twice a week

for the last month?

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

Persistent.

Him or me?

I am.

Yes.

Do you know who killed Sauter?

The information he was
withholding about your father's

death, what was it?

I can't tell you that.

I'm investigating a homicide.

And it's not yet
appropriate for me to share

any suspicions I might have.

Well, some of us are
more inclined to be

sharing and caring.

It's a photocopy.

But if it helps you make
sense of your suspicions, then

maybe you'd be
disposed to sharing

them with us, for our inquiry.

You have a good day.

Oh my god.

Who the fuck is that?

Doctor, visitor.

, Doctor.

Hey, [non-English].

Detective
Mallory's a bit busy,

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

Right, right, right.

Yeah, been taking a look at it.

Well, they said she
was assaulted around

11:30 at night, but Anais
thinks that's a bit dodgy,

you know?

Why wait till 7:00 the
next night to report it?

Yeah, which is when these
photos were taken, right?

Exactly.

So if you have any ideas--

Yeah.

Yeah, I think Anais is right.

It is fishy.

You see there?

The bruising, it hasn't
properly diffused.

So I would say that she was
struck just a couple of hours

before these photos
were taken, not 20.

And you see this here?

It's probably a ring--

left handed, single blow,
if that helps, Sergeant.

I'm sure it will.

Was Lumiere wearing a
ring on his left hand?

No sign of one.

No.

All right, Doc,
Thanks very much.

Yeah, no worries.
Happy to help.

Hey, um, Lumiere's
autopsy report.

Nice.

Anything interesting?

Yeah.

As expected, the arm
is very interesting.

You see here?

The names tattooed,
both men's and women's.

And this one here
is recently scabbed.

Billy.

Look--look--
look, I--look, this

is an urgent police matter.

I need that phone call history.

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

What?

No, we didn't get a
French option at school.

We got Maori.

Yeah.

Look, I got to go, but
I'll get back to you.

, I mean, ciao.

Detective.

Hey, Jarrod.

I just heard from Hoana.

I need you to put together
a list of tattoo parlors

in the area, please.
- Tattoo parlors.

Right.
Okay.

Onit.
Cheers.

No, no, no, no.

Hold up, speedy.

I need you to
visit them and see

if Lumiere or anyone
else from the pyro crew

got a tattoo done recently.

Okay.
Yep.

Sweet.

Specifically one
that says Billy.

Billy, tattoo parlors.

Gotcha.

We should have
uniforms doing this.

Down and dirty.

That's how we find
what we're looking for.

More spaghetti.

Speaking of which, you know,
the boss told me to look

after you while you're here.

So I was thinking maybe I'd
organize a dinner for us

tonight, maybe.

You know, there are
some really great

Italian places around here.

Get some real pasta, maybe.

That's really
thoughtful of you.

Thanks.

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

Oh.
Cool, cool.

That's cool.
Great.

Yeah.

Yeah, I mean, you
know, obviously,

you don't need looking after.

- No.
- You know, that's--

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

Hey, maybe next time
something blows up, eh?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

How to make a bomb, fast.

So--where was that console?

You know, it should be over
in that corner somewhere,

but it's--

it's gone.

Yeah?

What does it look like?

Well, it should
be some sort of box,

not too big, with lots
of buttons and sliders,

like a console.

Like this?

Oh, my god, yes!

Well, you beauty!

Yes, Gavin, but
we can hardly offer

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

Well, the Shorrocks
aren't certified.

Yes.

Okay.

I'll see what I can find out.

Bye.

Anais.

Hi, Mum.

It's not an official visit.

Have you got a minute?

Um, yeah, sure.

I wanted to
tell you something

before you hear it on the news.

It's about Alan Sauter.

He's dead.

Oh.

Uh, what happened?

He was stabbed
earlier this morning.

Invercargill Police are on it.

Are you okay?

Um-- I
don't know how I feel.

Neither do I. This feels
like the end of something.

Anything's allowed, I guess.

Relief, maybe.

I've been questioned because
I was on Sauter's back trying

to get information out of him.

I finally got that information.

And listen, Mum, you
need to be careful.

What do you mean?

No, no.
No, no.

No, no.
It's ours, all right?

It's ours.

We were given the contract!

All right,
everybody cut it out!

Hey, guys, calm it down.

Billy!

Get out of it!

Oh, my god.

Everyone stay where you are.

I think he's hit his head.

Okay, I'll call an ambulance.

Doing it now.

Hey, can you tell--

Nice one, Jimbo.

A good one!

Look, I've got
nothing to do with this.

Yeah, nice one, dickhead.

You proud of yourself?

Hey, just cool it, please.

See you back at the station.

Good luck.

Impressive whistle.

Oh.

Harry Grayson.

Anais Mallory.

I know.

Your mother speaks
very highly of you.

Really, or are
you just being nice?

All parents
worry about their children,

even when they're highly
capable detectives,

as I hear you are.

Well, I better go check on
Veronica, but nice to properly

meet you at last.

Bit of a shit fight.

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

Yeah, actually,
why did you show up?

Jesus, you just
don't let up, do you?

Alan Sauter's dead.

Stabbed.

Shit.

When?

Does Veronica know?

Yep.

Looks like someone was
trying to shut him up.

It doesn't matter, though.

Whoever got to
him was too late.

Hey, Ben.

Is your mum home?

She's gone to the prison.

I heard about Alan.

I'm really sorry.

Go away then.

He's dead because of you.

Hey, that--that
is not true, okay?

This happened because
he wouldn't talk to me.

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

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

He was scared!

He said someone might
try to kill him.

I know.

And listen, I think
he found a way to tell

me who was behind this.

And I think it is
the same person

who killed people I love, too.

It's all in here.

Listen.

What do you know about
fireworks, about how they work?

What?

It is all about a
chain reaction, okay?

You start it, the pressure
builds really, really fast.

It blows a shell into
the air and it explodes,

destroys itself.

You can help me with
that chain reaction.

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

I have lit the fuse.

Now we just have to
make sure it goes boom.

Hey.

I've been calling you.

Our brawlers are on ice.

Yeah, I, um, had
to do something.

Okay.

Well, the guy who got
injured's in surgery, Callum.

Brain bleed.

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

Oh.
Okay.

Want to fill me in?

Looks like we've got
some interviews to do.

- Yeah.
- A couple of things first.

Ooh.

The firing console--

Detective Delaney found it.

Wow.

Well done, Simon.

What am I looking at?

The circuits are all
numbered for different mortars,

all pretty mangled.

Burnt.

But see this wire?

It's been cut--
both ends neatly

trimmed to expose the core.

Which means?

There was something
inserted into the circuit.

And I found this.

It's the remains of
a signal decoder.

And this is a fragment of a
capacitor, the power source.

So this is our
answer to question one.

The explosion was
remotely activated.

This was definitely
no accident.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You said a couple of things.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hoana and I went through
Lumiere's phone calls

for the last couple of weeks.

Anything useful?

Useful but not conclusive.

Highlighted one call here,
made from a public phone.

Ah.
Okay.

Well, let's get the
street cam footage

from near that call box.

Yeah, I'll organize it.

Okay.

Hey, Hoana, would
you mind running

a check on that other
guy that was there, too?

Harry Grayson.

Okay.

He was on our eyewitness
list for the explosion,

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

It's worth checking out.

Thanks.

I reckon Kylie Shorrock
was sleeping with Lumiere.

For starters, the Shorrocks
lied about this assault.

These injuries didn't
happen 20 hours previously.

It was more like two.

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

Kylie was hit by
one left-handed person

most likely wearing a ring.

Matheson is right handed,
if his right hook's

anything to go by.

Then there's Fingers.

He's a righty too.

But Robbie is left handed.

Yeah.

But if Robbie hit his wife, why
was he so keen to report it?

Misdirection?

If he found out
about the affair

and was planning payback, he'd
want to conceal any motive.

So he blames the assault
on someone non-existent.

Well, it's a
pretty good theory.

Okay.

Go test it out.

Mrs. Shorrock,
the last few weeks,

you made multiple calls and
sent a large number of texts

to Jean-Pierre Lumiere.

Yeah, so?

He was mentoring me.

One-on-one?

What did that involve?

Where are you
going with this?

Well, most of
these texts were

sent at night, one on the
night of the explosion,

about an hour before.

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

Well, I meant in person.

I was just checking
the upcoming schedule.

We happen to
know this assault

did not take place 20 hours
before these photos were taken.

It was more like two.

What's that got
to do with anything?

Was it your husband
that hit you, Kylie?

Oh, fuck me dead.

Would you describe
Robbie as an angry person?

We're both pretty fiery.

Yeah.

All right.

Bobby's got a bit of a short
fuse, but he's harmless.

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

What was he so angry about?

Were you having an
affair with Jean-Pierre?

Is that why
Robbie killed him?

Robbie did not kill JP.

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

What does that mean?

He'd already worked
his anger out on you?

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

Just before your
wife texted him.

We know you found
out about them.

And we know it was
you that hit her.

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

You know, your calls have
an interesting pattern--

regular communication from
the first couple of weeks

you were here, and then zero
communication from the time

you assaulted your wife.

And then suddenly
there's that one call

on the night he was killed.

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

No.

Bullshit.

No!

I swear.

Fuck.

Anais.

Mr. Grayson.

Harry, please.

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

It's Anais.

Hey, Mum.

Hello, darling.

I just thought I'd swing by.

Oh.

Would you like some tea?

That was quite the
kerfuffle earlier.

That's enough
excitement for one day.

Uh, would you guys mind?

I just--

Oh, not at all.

I've got some things to do.

Think about what I said?
- Ah.

You need a break.

Yes.

I will.

Thanks, Harry.

Hope to see you
again soon, Anais.

I need to talk
to my mum, Luke.

Darling, anything
you need to say to me,

you can say it
in front of Luke.

Please.

No, thank you.

Oh, for god's sake,
could you sit down?

You're making me nervous.

Okay.

What was that break you and
Harry were talking about?

Oh, he, uh--

he wants to take
me away to the Med.

It's quite sweet, really.

It'll do her good.

Mum.

Come with me to the
lodge, just for the night.

Oh, darling, I'm fine here.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'm just--you know,
everything today, it's odd.

I just wanted to check in.

I'm fine.

I have to go.

Well, I'll--
I'll see you out.

Darling.

I wanted to say you were right.

All those fights you and I used
to have, I did favor Lynne.

She was vulnerable
and so fragile.

And you're strong
like your father.

You've always looked
after yourself.

Mum.

Just come with me.

Just tonight.

I am fine, darling.

Love you so much.

Well, I'm never far away.

I know.

Ben?

Yeah.

I wasn't expecting
you just yet.

Things are moving quickly.

Are you good to go?

Yeah.

Yeah, just say the word.

Okay.

I'll call you.

Be ready.

Mallory.

Detective Kincaid.

I got your message.

Yeah.

I wanted to catch up
with you before I left.

Heading back to Invercargill.

I thought you'd already gone.

No, I had a couple
of interviews to do.

You paid Ben Sauter a visit.

Condolences on
his brother's death.

Of course.

Very thoughtful.

Listen.

I might be able to
help you after tonight.

Don't ask me.

Just be patient.

Briefing?

Uh, yeah, when
Jarrod gets here.

Oh, Detective, I
believe you've met my

niece, Lena.

Anais.

We remembered each other,
even though the circumstances

were a bit bizarre.

Yeah.

Did you find out who
the arm belonged to?

Yeah.

It was reunited with its owner.

Yeah.

And it wasn't the greatest
homecoming, was it?

Lena's visiting for a while.

Yeah, I'm going to spend
some time with my Uncle Ken

'cause I'm the favorite niece.

That's true.

He's going to be delighted.

We weren't expecting
her for a few weeks.

Yeah, none of us were.

We were going to
meet up with Luke

and then take him
to see the lights.

Great.

Have fun.

What time are we meeting?

Once it's dark enough, the
lights will be prettier then.

Eh, Maja?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

Let's go.

See you guys.

Anais.

Street cam footage
came through.

Right.

And the phone box
caller reveals himself.

Oh.

Now we have to get
Fingers back in again.

Hey, Anais!

Good call on the ink.

Gold has been struck again.

Very last parlor
that I went to--

Flesh Is--right
next to your friend's place.

What friend?

Uh, the gym lady.

So I'm armed with
the list, right?

Get it?

Eh?

Arm, list.

Okay, Anyway.

And I flash around old
maestro Jean-Pierre Lumiere--

Jarrod.

Yeah.

Yeah, sorry.

I flashed around the
victim's face all over,

and I finally got a hit.

So the dude got the Billy
tattoo done a couple of days

after he'd arrived.

The scabbing would
fit that time frame.

But that's not exactly
cracking the case,

is it, Jarrod?
- Oh.

No, no.
There's--there's more.

Oh, there's more.

He also got another tattoo
done a couple of days later--

on his left arm.

The one that was
burnt to a crisp.

What did it say?

Kylie.

He--Okay.

Well, I mean, Kylie isn't
exactly unexpected though,

is it?

The names--there was
a mix of men and women.

Well, what if this
Billy is the William

Cullen on Lumiere's call list?

Yeah, maybe.

You know, sometimes
it's just about the order

the evidence comes to light.

I mean, we were on
the right track,

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

So we checked all of Lumiere's
calls, just to be sure.

And since arriving, he's made
over a dozen calls to a Sydney

number, to a William Cullen.

Are you familiar
with that name?

Jimbo.

Maybe you know him as Billy.

No.

No, I don't know any Billy.

Billy certainly
knows you, Jimbo.

And he's not very
complimentary.

He was another one
of Lumiere's lovers.

And so were you.

No.

He ditched you for Billy.

He also slept with
Kylie, your co-worker.

He got her name tattooed
on his upper arm.

Did you tell Robbie about that?

No.

No!

He saw it and he hit her.

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

No.

It was you who called
Lumiere and told him there

was a problem at the barge.

It was your call
that got him out there.

You'd already sneaked
out of hospital

and organized to
get to the barge

so you could set up
your radio receiver.

But it wasn't entirely
destroyed, Jim.

We have fragments,
physical evidence.

Blaming Fingers was a pretty
good piece of misdirection,

I'll give you that.
- Yeah.

And it was a pretty good
alibi, being in hospital

when the explosion happened.

But your food poisoning
was self-administered.

And guess what.

You slipped up.

You said you called
Lumiere to tell him

you'd be back to
work the next day.

But when you made that
call, you couldn't possibly

have known when you'd be out.

And then there's this, Jimbo.

All his conquests.

You were an earlier tattoo.

And this--this was
the ultimate insult.

This superimposing,
canceling you out--

it must have been
very painful, Jim.

He lied to me.

He betrayed me.

He was still talking to
Billy the whole time,

and then he fucking
screwed Kylie as well.

Maestro?

He was a fucking monster.

We also checked
your call logs.

There is only one outgoing
call after the call to Lumiere

and it's an odd
one, four numbers--

2, 2, 6, 4.

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

Chrysanthemum.

Cheers.

Full confession.

And great news on
your mother's staffer.

He's going to be okay.

Yeah.

She could probably employ old
Fingers for the next festival.

I'll let Gemma know.

Duty called.

She said she had to go.

Oh.

Okay.

Um--

Anais.

This is for you.

It's about Harry Grayson.

Hey, I'm worried about Anais.

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

Hm?

What sort of things?

She all good?

I don't know.

She won't let anyone in.

Hi there.

How you feeling?

Ah, much better, actually.

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

Oh, and then my
phone call woke you.

I'm sorry.
- No, don't apologize.

It's a great idea.

Love to see the lights.
- Great.

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

Grab a hat and some gloves.

I have.

Be right back.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

It's Veronica here.

Leave a message.

Fuck!

Mum, please pick up.

Listen, I don't want
to frighten you,

but this is really
important, okay?

I want you to lock your doors.

Do not open them for anyone--

not Luke, not Harry, no one.

Okay?

I'm on my way.

Mum?

Mum.

Mum!

Oh.

Ben.

Are you in place?

Yeah, I'm in my
car where you said.

Okay.

Someone might be in danger.

We need to move on this.

Make the call?

Make the call.

It's me.

Where are you?

♪ Still life kaleidoscope

♪ Still for fluid time

♪ Takes control

♪ Go, go

Yeah.

It's usually three and a half
hours they spent up that tree.

Three and a half hours?

Yeah.

Got the money?

Hey, wow, Uncle
Ken, this is so cool.

So great to be here.

So good to have
you here, hun.

I've got bank records.

I've got dates.

I've got times.

And I've got this--

Doug Snapes' ledger.

This is proof of how it
was all put together.

Okay?

The labs, the payments, everything.

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

These are the missing pages.

Your brother had them, Ben.

They were his leverage.

They were what was
keeping him safe.

And they prove who was
funding the whole operation.

Why are you telling me this?

And you'll be telling
your cop mates.

I wanted you to know before
I turn it all over in case

it gets swept under the rug.

She's handing
it over tomorrow.

So the money, and then
you can have the phone,

and I never heard any of this.

Never mention it.

Deal with your problem
any way you want to.

Oh, you're
such a pretty boy.

Not the first time
I've been told that.

Oh.

First time I saw
them setting it up.

Pretty fussy lights, eh?

Pins and blues and whatnot.
- Hey.

Yeah.
Sorry.

I do talk too much.

You all good?

I'm good.

Are you good?

Yeah.

Really stoked.

Sweet.

Looks cold out there.

You might have to stay
another couple of nights.

Dangerous.

You might not want me to leave.

Anais.

We need to talk.

This is insane.

I ran into Ben.

Yeah, Ben Sauter.

This is his phone.

He recorded everything.

Now you've crossed the line.

We're having this out now.

Great.

Let's go.

I'd say I feel
sorry for you, but I'm

sick to fucking
death of you chasing

me around with all this shit.

And you know what?

If it was just me getting
hurt, that'd be fine.

But dragging down Maja?

Fuck you.

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

and your whole job.

So fuck this, and fuck that.

It's fine.

It makes no difference to me.

I've got copies of all of that.

Oh, copies of
all your delusions?

They're not delusions.

Why are you so
fixated on me, huh?

Come on!

What have you got on me really?

What I've got, Luke, is a
whole lot of payments made

to Doug Snapes,
payments that pass

through him to Alan Sauter,
your old partner in crime.

Profits from a very
lucrative drug operation.

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

PB.

What are you talking about?

You're PB.

Pretty Boy speaking.

Pretty Boy.

That's what they
used to call you.

I've got it all, Luke.

I've got the paper trail.

You can drop the act now, okay?

This is over for you.

Hm.

You always wanted to know
about my business, huh?

I told you it was boring.

But you were never
satisfied, were you?

You really want to know, huh?

We made a lot of money, Anais,
and it was so fucking easy.

Tell me about Dad.

It was
like the cops said.

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

What they didn't know
is that we were paying

him off to keep him quiet.

But he wanted more money.

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

What was her name again?

Did you pay Alan
Sauter to do it?

Why, do you want
to speak to him?

No.
No, No.

No?
No.

I didn't think so.

It's not that hard, Alan.

Just dissuade him
from asking for more.

Yeah, okay.

I can dissuade him.

Passed on your demands
to our associate,

and he suggested
that we dissuade you.

Hm?

So are you dissuaded now?

Yeah, all right!

Please!
- Are you?

Huh?

Yeah--cut it out!

No, you're not, are you?

Yes!

Yes!

Not dissuaded enough.

Oh, god!

I didn't have him killed.

Sauter went rogue on me.

Bullshit.

Tell me about Lynne.

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

but she didn't want to listen
to me because by then she

was already a fucking addict.

She did not drive off
Skippers Canyon, okay?

She was way too
cautious for that.

Tell me what happened, Luke.

Did you pay to
have her killed, too?

Did she know too much?

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

$50,000.

$50,000 for my sister's life.

Who the fuck is GL?

Are you GL?

Who is GL, if it's not you?

The, uh, gym lady.

What gym lady?

Right next to
your friend's place.

The gym lady.

Oh, my god.

Fuck.

Maja.

What are you doing?

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

Home invasion, hmm?

No, no, no, no.

I told you.

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

Don't fucking move!

Stay down.

Fucking--

We have got it all
right here, Luke.

It is fucking over for you.

Luke Staunton, you are under
arrest for the production

of Class A drugs,
and the complicity

in the murder of Charles
Mallory and Alan Sauter.

I really was, you know,
looking out for her--

Veronica.

Where is she?

The festival, with Harry.

It's so beautiful.

Hm.

So I tell you what.

You carry on to the next one.

I'll go get us some drinks.

Sure.

Almost there.

You guys want to tell
me what's going on?

Hello, anybody.

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

Jesus.

- Hey, you and me, just--
- Go.

Hey, I called it in.

Did my best to set
up a perimeter.

Yeah, where is she?

West side of the dance floor.

Mate, can you
just look after him?

Oh.

Oh, Maja.