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I have the gene
for Huntington's.

If you have a reaction
or the symptoms intensify, call me.

When this case goes to trial,
you'll testify against me.

You want to punish your daughter
for what happened to your son.

Don't diagnose me!

Jarred was on crack.
His fucked-up family messed him up.

He had an undiagnosed
heart condition.

Emma Wilson,
the first victim. We've got him!

Frank Pastors escaped custody
20 minutes ago.

Mervin and Pastors
on the outside.

To Frank Pastors and Mervin De Leon,
we know what you did.

You look pale.

Tanya, I'm here.

So, Mervin's lover, Tanya,
turns out she's AI generated.

Mervin, Frank Pastors is
Tanya and he's been playing you.

It's Mervin's ute.

He's not here.

Mervin! Mervin!

Oh, my God.

What the fuck?

Mervin?

Mervin!

Frank got here first.

This is hell.

We're walking into hell.

Richter?

- Richter?
-Do you want to call it in?

Richter, come on!

Ray!

♪ There is freedom within

♪ There is freedom without

♪ Try to catch the deluge
in a paper cup

♪ There's a battle ahead

♪ Many battles are lost

♪ But you'll never see
the end of the road
while you're travelling with me

♪ Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over

♪ Hey now, hey now

♪ When the world comes in

♪ And they come, they come

♪ To build a wall between us

♪ We know that they won't win

He's stabilising.
It was a long night.

He's gonna need a little rest.

Ken, you've got a visitor.

Darling.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

- How's Val?
- Oh.

Don't you worry about your
sister, she is fine.

I've, um... found a new KC.

We've been discussing
how to get you home. It's, um...

It's difficult, but where
there's a will, there's a way.

Why aren't you eating, Ken?

Something happened a few days back.

A guy attacked me in the showers.

- Oh, my God, did you
tell the officers?
- He was squeezing my throat.

I couldn't breathe.

I started to see white
and I realised...

I realised I wanted
him to keep going.

I made that decision, you know.
I knew what I needed to do, Mum.

Well, I am going to get you home.
I am going to get you well again.

If you take me home,

you will have to hide every knife,
every piece of rope.

- You don't know what you're saying.
- Yes, I do.

You just don't want to hear it.

- Love you, Mum.
- I love you, too.

What, so nobody's seen him? No one?

Yeah, OK.

Old man!

Buster!

Old man!

Buster!

Had a good nap, old man?

Time for a wee chat.

Why the hell would I
want to talk to you?

Cos if you don't,
I'll break your fucking neck!

Go to hell, Pastors!

Let's talk about my son.

You tied Jarred up in that shed
like he was a fucking dog.

- Is that why he died?
- I was trying to save your son.

The damage from
the drugs killed him.

Your abuse is what put
those drugs in his veins.

Hm.

Bet you were a battler back
in the day, eh? Now you're old.

- Still brave, but no
fucking fight left!
- Fuck you, Pastors!

Kia ora.

- Kia ora.
- Just returning Buster's gun.

- Forensics have done their checks.
- He's not here, but I'll take it.

Yeah, nah. I got to hand the weapon
back to the licence holder.

Give you the bolt, though.

He can pick up the gun
from the station in town.

Stink!

- Hey, Gwenda, have you seen Buster?
- I was looking for him myself.

Something wrong?

Um... He's got this thing.

He goes night fishing
if one of us needs any space, yeah?

He said he was going fishing.

- And you haven't seen him since?
- No.

It's probably nothing,
but you know...

Hey, let's take a look.

When Jarred left this place,
he was breathing?

He was suffering, cold turkey.

But he was gonna be fine.

My son's blood is
on someone's hands.

When I find who that is,
I'm gonna kill him.

Maybe I've
already found him.

I was trying to heal Jarred,
not kill him.

Buster?

- Buster! Are you in there?
- Shit!

-Buster?
-Oh, my God!

No!

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

- It's Pastors.
- Stay with Buster.

Buster.

Pastors! I have a weapon.
Stop or I will shoot!

OK, if you need anything, just give
me a wave. Try to get some rest.

Thanks, Pania.

Jeez, I still
can't believe this.

Boyle said he never stood a chance,

flat out before the
first guard got to him.

Did you know anything about this?

Fucking hell!

All right, I have just one question.
Are you in any danger?

No.

All right, then.

This is going to be a game-changer
back home.

- Are you sorry you're missing it?
- No.

- You?
- No.

You're a walking medical experiment
and you don't tell me?

- I'm grand, thanks for asking
- You could have died
out there, Richter.

I know. I'm sorry, you're
right, I know.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- You've got enough going on.

Well, it's good news.
We could use some good news.

I'm still here, Diana.
I'm here till the end.

So, Frank killed Mervin
to cover his tracks?

Maybe, but I've been thinking
about Mervin's call.

I've been listening to it on repeat.

Maybe I can help.

'Why did you put the gun
on the island?'

'What fucking island?
I threw the gun in the
bushes, then I ran.

'Jesus! I don't understand
what you're talking about.
None of this makes sense.'

Pastors was in jail,
so he couldn't have killed Derry.

Mervin's prints were the only ones
on that gun.

Look, whoever shot at us at the hut,
they were all over the place.

I think that's why we got away.

But Derry was taken out
by a precision shot.

So, if he's telling the truth,

and he did shoot
at you and tossed the gun...

Someone else picks it up,
goes back up the valley,

shoots Derry and hid
it on the island.

Someone who had enough sense
to wear gloves

so their prints weren't on the gun,
but Mervin's were.

Again, with the timeline, that
person could not have been Pastors.

So, we have a third,
unidentified person of interest?

Yeah, I think so.

Diana, Frank Pastors
is at Ngā Pītau.

OK, let's go!

- Buster and Wiki?
- They're OK.

- Gwenda's chasing Pastors.
- Requisition back-up.

Put your hands up, Pastors.

For fuck's sake,
Frank, on your feet!

Hands in the air.

One more step and I'll shoot.

To do that, you'd need
a bolt in that gun.

You don't have one of those.

I'm gonna go now.

Oh, Jesus!

Are we done?

Hands behind your back.

Are we done?

He ran into the bush through
there. Gwenda followed him.

- Was Pastors armed?
- Don't think so.

- Niece!
- Yeah.

He said he was gonna find the
one that killed his son.

- He's gonna kill him.
- Who's he talking about?

We've got a trail this way, guys.

- One of them went through
the trees here.
- Here?

Yeah.

We're heading down.

That's it, come on, boy.

Gwenda, you OK?

Pastors.

- He's headed for the road.
- OK.

Di!

- I injured him, his leg.
- Good job.

Oh, fuck!

He's gone. He could be headed
anywhere, running for the hills.

Pastors said he's here
to find who killed his son.

I don't think he's running. I think
he knows exactly where he's going.

Should I call in the black uniforms?

We don't have the grounds
to call Special Tactics without
confirmation he's armed.

We have to lock down the town.

'Attention citizens
of Mount Affinity.

'A curfew is now in place
due to the lockdown.

'All residents must stay indoors.

'Any non-essential movement
outside your home is prohibited.

'For more updates and information,
tune in to local news channels.

'Thank you for your cooperation.'

Diana.

'Pastors took a hit,
but he managed to flee in a car.'

Shit!

What about everybody
else at Ngā Pītau?

'Buster's banged up and
Gwenda's in bad shape.

They're en route to the clinic.'

- How long?
- 'Two minutes away.'

Hey, Gwen, it's me.

- Fuck me, Gwenda!
- It's just a scratch.

- Jesus! How are you holding up?
- Bit of a headache.

What about you?

Wiki told me.

Yeah. You saw him?

- Pastors?
- If I'd been 20 years younger, bro.

- What did he say to you?
- He asked about his son, Jarred.

Seems that's all he
was concerned with.

Hey, Uncle. You need to get
that injury checked out, OK?

- Yeah.
- Come on, this way.

We've got roadblocks going up
all over town, every exit.

Pastors spends Jarred's whole life
messing him up.

- Then he escapes and
suddenly he cares?
- Hm.

As soon as Buster's up to it,
have a chat with him?

- Get all the information you can.
- Yeah, I will do.

Um... You need to go
back to the motel.

- Pastors is around.
- Come on.

I'll take you. You can follow.

-Copy.
- Just mind yourself, OK?

Mm.

Mum, are you OK?

Um, can I, er...?

Yeah.

I'm so ashamed.

When you needed me most,
I turned on you, I...

- ...blamed you.
- You were... You were upset, Mum.

- That's fine.
- No. No, it was unforgivable.

Can we start again?

I'd like that.

You know, I never even asked
what happened, how you felt.

Sinead and Ronan.

I have no idea what
you went through.

Val, I'm here now.

So, please tell me.

Ken called me from the house.

And when I got there,
Ronan was already dead. It was, um...

It was a complete accident, Mum.

He wanted to call the cops then,
but I said no.

I just knew it would be
probably the end of him.

So, I took control.

I made all the decisions, Mum.

Ken was a mess.

Everything that happened...

...it happened because of me.

Hey, Val. No.

Ssh.

I can't imagine
how hard this must be for you.

Having your mum wrapped
up in all of this.

Do you know, I interviewed Mervin
for an article on Ronan.

Do you really think Frank Pastors
and Mervin are working together?

It was Frank's uncle's place
and Mervin's prints were on the gun.

But Frank and Mervin -
I just can't see it.

- Mervin was adamant it wasn't him.
- Yeah, well, most offenders are.

But, yeah, my gut's screaming.

When I'm working with a source,
the more... frightened they are,

the more honest they become and,
Diana, that man sounded petrified.

Go with your gut.

See ya.

All right.

Good as new.

OK?

Your room's this way.

- Detective?
- I'm going back to work.

Hey!

You know you've got a wound
almost down to the bone.

If you get an infection...

If it goes green, I'll
come back, cross my heart.

- And the dozen stitches?
- If they burst, I'll come running.

Thank you for fixing me up.

I really need to close up
the office now and, look,

I know how much this means to you,
Mrs Armstrong,

but I've come at this from
every angle

and I feel we are
out of options.

Ken will need to remain in
custody until his trial.

If Ken stays in prison,
I think he'll die.

I have to bring him home.
I have to look after him.

I'm so sorry, I cannot
see a way forward.

What if new evidence
was presented to the court?

New evidence?

That Ken acted in self-defence.

That he was intimidated, forced into
covering up what happened and...

...everything that
subsequently transpired.

I'm not aware of that kind
of testimony or who could
possibly give it.

'I took control.

'I made all the decisions, Mum.

'Ken was a mess.

'Everything that happened,
it happened because of me.'

There he is!

Fresh from battle
and looking better already.

Shame I can't say
the same about you.

- Waging a few battles
of your own, eh?
- Yeah.

Doc said if I had a bad reaction,
he'd have to stop treating me,

but he's not giving up on me yet.

You saw me coming.
"A man in need of nourishment."

- I was referring to your mind.
- Oh, yeah, I know.

There's more to my plants
than just getting stoned, eh?

If it all becomes a bit much,

let me help.

I will.

Listen, er... we need to know
everything that Pastors said to you.

It was all about Jarred.

OK.

By the time he reached you,
he'd already killed Mervin.

Eh?

- You didn't know?
- No.

He slaughtered him, Buster.

But he was clean.
He didn't have any blood on him.

That doesn't make sense.

He would have come straight
to yours from the sinkhole.

What was he wearing?

An orderly's uniform.

- Richter, hey.
- 'Listen.

'I don't think pastors killed Mervin.

'Buster said there wasn't
a drop of blood on him.'

- The pieces don't fit.
- 'God. OK.'

So, Pastors goes to Ngā Pītau
thinking that Buster
could have killed Jarred,

realises it's not him,
so who do we have left?

It can't be Jarred's dealer.
Frank already knows Ronan is dead.

Maybe Mervin was dealing
drugs with Ronan

and Pastors blames
Mervin for his death?

If he'd already killed Mervin,
why go to Buster?

Why say he's still looking for the
person who killed his son?

He doesn't blame himself,
so who does he blame?

No idea. On the plus side, Super
Māori woman, AKA Gwenda,
is back from the dead.

'She's some trouper!

'Look...'

Diana, I'm still here.

My head's still in the
game, so use me.

'Yeah, I will.'

OK.

Wiki wanted me to give you these.

Said you two could
iron out the details later.

Argh!

Fuck's sake.

So, what do we do now,
just fucking look at each other?

Unless you have a better idea.

Hey, what's happening?

It's quiet.

Well, can I listen?

Fine.

'Did we get someone on the
southern end of the road yet...?'

Thank you.

'Copy that. Well, let's back him up,
so he's not down there
all on his own...'

-Still at it, eh?
-Yeah, for what it's worth.

I'd rather be out there than in here,
to be honest.

- You've had a long shift.
- Yeah.

No one's allowed in or out. Guess
I'm not seeing the kids tonight.

That bloody siren!

- My eldest was the same
age as that boy.
- Which boy?

Pastors' son, Jarred.

That broke my heart. I looked after
him when they brought him in.

He was dehydrated,
anxious, headaches,

all the stuff you expect to see
from someone coming off meth,

but he was young and strong.

A fighter, and then he just
deteriorated overnight.

Never made sense to me.

Anyway, if you need anything
just give me a yell.

Thanks.

'K9 unit, can you do a sweep
behind the old kiwifruit factory?

'There's an abandoned packing shed
out back.'

'Copy that.
Checking the abandoned packing shed.'

Do you have any 3s?

Aileen. Do you have any 3s?

'Team Alpha, report please?'

'Got a roadblock in
place on Sargessen Road,

'and Team Bravo are heading to block
off the heavy vehicle bypass. Over.'

Thanks, team. Next check-in at 1800.

Shit!

Frank Pastors is in the clinic.

Say again?

'I repeat, Frank Pastors
is in the clinic.'

We're two minutes away, Diana.

Be with you right away!

- For God's sake, do not...
- I won't! Will you just go, please?

Fuck.

Diana.

Richter, Pastors is in the
clinic with you somewhere.

He could be coming for you.

I want you to get in the bathroom,
lock the door and stay there, OK?

You're half dead, Richter,
don't do something I'll regret,
do you hear me?

Yeah, copy that.

He's not gonna stay in the bathroom!

Right behind you, DS.

Move out! Let's go!

I need pain meds, now.

Sure, whatever you need.

Put these on.

What now?

You know what to do, fucker.

- Richter?
- He's in Ray's office.

My God, Frank, you've
been in the wars!

Huh.

So, what now, Frank?

- This.
- Jesus!

You having trouble breathing?

Jarred was weak.

My son was the weakest of them all.

Karma, eh?

It's your turn.

If your life's in danger,
or the lives of a civilian
or another officer...

Use of lethal force.
Briefing understood.

He's in Ray's office,
back of the building.

Stay calm, stay low. Good luck.

Cordon and contain.

Let's go.

My boy might not have been
all that much, but he was mine.

He died on your watch, Ray.

Enough, Frank!

You should have known
I'd come and find you.

- You fucked up, Ray!
- What are you doing, Frank? Huh?

You kill me, you're in prison
for the rest of your life.

Two becomes one, Frank.
You don't want to do that.

Ray, come on!

Come on!

Come on, we need to move! Come on!

Move!

- Richter, this way.
- Go, go! Come on!

Richter's down. He's in the front
room. I repeat, the front room!

'We're on our way.'

My boy was out of bounds.
You broke the rules!

- Fucker!
- Pastors! Put the weapon down.

Whatever Jarred meant to you,
this won't bring him back.

Richter!

- Ray, you good?
-I need a minute.

Come on, Richter.

Breathe! Breathe!

'Offender is no longer
a threat. Over.'

Theo?

Jesus!

Hey, Richter.

Hey, hey.

Hey, look at me. Hey.

Everything's OK. Just keep your eyes
open and keep breathing, OK?

They're helping you here OK, so...

He's just about ready
for surgery. Where's Ray?

He's finishing
up with the cops.

It's Mum's file.

Diana...

I'm sorry.

With Pastors dead, your mum...
You'll never know what happened.

Forensics have finished
with the scene in here.

He's only sent messages
to one number.

Pastors accessed AI, created Tanya,

sent Mervin doctored photos
AND

arranged an
assassination with that thing?

-His breathing's
slowing down.
- Blood pressure?

- Systolic of 80.
- We need to move.

OK, look at me. Fight.

OK? Love you.

I'm sorry, Aileen.

- We need to go.
- Help him, OK?

Wait, listen to
these messages from Pastors.

"You killed a guy in my family hut."

"Why are you doing this shit?"

"Why the fuck did you kill
the Irish gangster?"

This isn't the puppet master
pulling the strings.

Jesus Christ! Frank Pastors
had no idea what was going on.

"Who the fuck is Mervin?"

"You fucked me over,
you're gonna pay."

So, we have a third,
unidentified person of interest?

Pastors wasn't Tanya.

He didn't know anything
about Derry, the gun.

You're right.
There's someone else.

The answer was right here
in Mount Affinity, hiding
in plain sight.

My boy was out of bounds.
You broke the rules!

He was young and
strong, a fighter.

There you go. This will
ease the pain.

He just deteriorated
overnight.

Who are you telling, Frank?

Karma, eh?
You don't want to do that.

Two becomes one, Frank.

Two becomes one, Frank.

'I figured out a workaround
with the Huntington's trial.

'I enrolled you myself.

'And it's been approved.'

The Goatman.

He's still out there.

Well, it seems like
you're a fighter, Theo.

Does it matter?

'Yeah.

'It does.'

You just relax, Theo.

Everything's going to be OK.

Just a little sleep.

You'll be good as new.