All language subtitles for The Brokenwood Mysteries S11E02 Sudden Death Round

All right, all
right, all right.

Ladies and gentlemen, grab your
drinks and take your seats.

Let's get this
show on the road.

Oh, my gosh.
Oh, we're gonna be dancing.

Brilliant!

And there's more.

All right, all right.

My name is Ryan
Osborne, and I'll

be your quizmaster tonight.

Some of you might know me
from my drive time talk expo

on Now FM.

And if you don't, where
the hell have you been?

But thanks for
stumping up for tickets

for a very worthy cause.
- Yay!

Hear, hear!

Save our library.

When Mrs. Morpeth asked me to
come back and host tonight--

Oh, for goodness' sake,
you can call me Tilly now.

All right, all right.

Fair enough.

When--Ti--
can't do it.

Can't do it.

Just feels wrong.

When Mrs. Morpeth asked me to
come back and host tonight,

well, how could I say no?

So for tonight's quiz, our
school's esteemed librarian

has written the questions.

Hannah helped, too.

Okay, round one.

Round one is sports.

Because what is this
country, if not a nation

of sports lovers?

Yeah!

Question number one.

What year did the All Blacks
win their first World Cup?

What was the name of
Don Quixote's horse?

What flower is a
natural example

of a Fibonacci sequence?

three ingredients--

In the 1980s,
Mikhail Gorbachev introduced

what political movement?

that kiwis
moving to Australia

raised the average
IQ of both countries.

All right, it's time for
everyone's favorite round--

the drinks round.

All right.

See you soon.

All right.

Welcome back to
the second half.

Yeah!

Who had a hit with
"Counting the Beat" in 1981?

I wasn't even born then.

No, you know, .

♪ I'm thinking about you ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I'm thinking about me ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
- No!

Don't mention it!
Don't!

♪ I'm thinking about you ♪
- There you go, Jane!

Yeah!

♪ I'm thinking about me ♪

♪ I'm thinking about you ♪

♪ Thinking about ♪

♪ Just you and me ♪

♪ La-dah-de-de ♪

♪ There ain't no
place I'd rather be ♪

Well, settle down, everyone.
Settle down.

Ryan.
- La-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da,
la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da ♪

Oi!

Wait, this is the library!

La-da-de-da ♪

♪ La-da-de-da-- ♪

Ah!

That is enough!

All I'm saying is, I could
have done as good a job as him.

Then how come you're not the
star of your own radio show?

Well, I could be.

It's just talking,
for God's sake.

It would have been nice to
have been asked, that's all.

I mean, I may not be Roger
bloody Osborne, but--

It's Ryan.
His name is Ryan!

Oh.

God!

What on Earth?

Oh, god.

Fire Department!

Quick as you can!

Hurry!

It's a body!

Oh, my God, is that--

he's--
he's not breathing.

Get out!
- Come on.

Come on.

The residual
fumes have cleared.

I've taken preliminary
statements from Ray and Trudy

Nielsen and Mrs. Baker.

They were first on the scene.

And them?

Yeah, that's Hugh
Daly, principal.

Tilly Morpeth, librarian,
Hannah Winton, teacher.

All were at a quiz night.

They've ID'd the
deceased as Ryan Osborne.

He emceed.

Radio host, the--
the TalkBack guy.

Mm-hmm.

And ex-student.

Well, Ryan,
not the homecoming

you were hoping for, I bet.

You can let them go.

Uh, actually, we might wanna
have a chat with the principal.

Okay.

I'll tell him to stick around.

Mike,
such a lovely night.

Do I smell
the aroma of chlorine?

Well, whatever
was in the shed

must have ignited and
set off the explosion.

Burns and chemical poisoning.

I'll get to work.

I taught Ryan when I
was first starting out.

Any idea why he would
have been down at the pool?

No.

I--I thought he'd gone home--

or to wherever he was staying.

Wallace Daly--your
father, I take it?

Yes, following in the
old man's footsteps.

I'm sure I'm not half
the headmaster he was.

But, uh, we do our best.

We will need a list of
everyone at the quiz night.

Of course.

Tilly--Mrs. Morpeth
is the one for that.

I'll give her a bell in the
morning when she's calmed down.

Big night in Brokenwood.

Ryan Osborne--

No siblings, both
parents have passed.

No significant relationship.

And no sign of a phone.

Which is weird because
he's a media guy.

So the pool shed
exploded because?

Because when solid
chlorine reacts

with a certain
liquid compound, it

creates a poisonous gas, which
is also highly flammable.

A-minus in chemistry
at high school.

I was robbed.

So we need to find out
what that compound was.

And who did the mixing.

So we're thinking
it wasn't an accident?

Well, jury's still out.

See here, how the vapors
affected the mucous membranes?

Yes, it's very, uh--

And here, the heat
of the explosion

burned through the
epidermis to melt the fat.

Yes, the explosion.

Any idea what could have
interacted with the chlorine

to create the detonation?

Nothing.

Nothing?

But Kristin explained when
solid chlorine is mixed with--

What does Kristin know?

Apparently she got an
A-minus in chemistry.

An A-minus?

I got an A-plus.

Trust me, Mike, I
know my compounds.

I'm sure you do.

Chlorine mixed
with several things--

alcohol, for instance--
would create a toxic gas, not

a flammable one.

It was a storage shed, right?

Pool chemicals.

There was bleach present.

Now, mix bleach with alcohol,
and then you'll have kaboom!

Alcohol?

There was plenty of
that at the quiz night.

Trudy was running the bar.

Now, the
concentration would need

to be much stronger than that
of over-the-counter spirits.

And true, they always water
the spirits down anyway.

He worked in media, yes?

He did.

Why?

I will do a full tox screen--

alcohol, cocaine,
MDMA, amphetamines.

Uh, anything else
you can tell me?

There was some splinters of
wood in the back of his head.

Uh, was he hit
with something?

Not necessarily.

The shed had wooden shelves.

The splinters could have been
forced there by the blast.

Kristin thinking
chlorine was flammable--

now we know why
she's got an A-minus.

You'll be wanting this--
contact details for everyone

who was here last night.

Uh, thanks.

Did Mr. Daly call you?

No.

I knew you'd need
it, that's all.

Oh.

I read a
lot of crime novels.

Uh, the quiz night
was a fundraiser.

To save our library.

Brokenwood High has
an expanding role,

and Hugh wanted to use
this space as a classroom.

So I suggested that if I could
raise the money for a prefab,

then the space would be safe.

And Hugh agreed.

It sounds like
things got pretty wild.

Well, it started
out well enough.

Good evening, counselor.

So glad you could make it.

You've known me
since I was 10.

Call me Fiona.

Everyone was so
excited to meet Ryan.

He's--he's done so
well for himself.

Ryan Osborne.

Big fan.
Big fan.

Roger Plummer.

Long time listener,
first time caller.

Settle down, Roger.

Justin Trudeau has a
Bachelor of Arts degree

from which university?

All the politicians
I've ever interviewed

said they graduated from
the School of Hard Knocks.

That is not the answer.

And Trudy was
running the bar, yeah?

She even agreed to give
a percentage of the profits

to the cause.

And then she bumped
up her prices.

I don't know what
got into everyone,

but the second half
was a nightmare.

Ah!

Enough!

So, yes, things shut down
earlier than planned.

What time would
that have been?

Around 10 o'clock.

Some people stayed
to help tidy up.

No one blames you.

I can help take
chairs away and--

And I can give you a hand.

I'm so sorry, Tilly, but
if everything's in hand,

I'll call my daughter
to come pick me up.

Yeah, you go.

We got this.

I'll take Tilly home.

You head off, Tilly.

I can lock up here.

I just need a moment!

And that was the
last time you saw Ryan?

No.

He came to say goodbye.

I'm so sorry.

I--I should have
kept control better.

Look, next time I'm
back, it's just you

and me and a cup of tea, yeah?

So you two were quite close?

Yes, we were--

once.

How long after Ryan left you
did you hear the explosion?

Uh, 20, 30 minutes?

Did Ryan say where he
was going when he left?

No.

Any idea why Ryan might
have gone down to the pool?

None.

I--I just wish he hadn't
come back here at all.

How'd it go?

Uh, reckons no one
had any issues with Ryan

and that they had
a friendly goodbye.

Ryan left her about 30
minutes before the explosion.

What was he doing
for half an hour?

We asked Tilly
the same question.

She was in the library
by herself, apparently.

Man, who would have
thought that chlorine

packed such a powerful punch?

Bleach.

Bleach?

Gina thinks the catalyst was
bleach mixing with alcohol.

Yeah, I mean, did
she even do chemistry?

A-plus.

Now that friendly goodbye--
so there were no arguments,

no blame being thrown around?

Nothing that
she's admitted to.

Why?

Because there's a padlock
on the outside of the door

still locked.

Someone wanted to make sure
that Ryan couldn't get out.

Someone wanted him dead.

I have a master set.

But as you can see, no one
is able to help themselves.

The only other person who
has keys to the pool area

is our groundsman, Gary Kline.

Was he at the quiz night?

No.

Not his thing.

He's a bit of an odd fish.

Do you have a
phone number for him?

I have, but I've
been trying him myself

and getting no response.

How about an address?

I'll have a look.

You were here alone at
the time of the explosion?

That's right.

But there were two whiskey
glasses on your desk.

Yes, right.

Uh, Ryan dropped in at
the end of the quiz.

He had some whiskey
with him, so we shared

a splash while we caught up.

What time was that?

Oh, hard to tell.

Uh, Tilly shut things
down about 10:00,

so it would have been a
little while after that.

So you've got
no idea how long

it was between Ryan leaving
your office and the explosion?

No, sorry.

Hmm.

Did he mention
seeing anyone else?

Gary's address.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Oh, what do you want?

I'm, uh, looking
for Gary Kline.

Do you know him?

He's gone ages ago.

And no great loss.

Gary's former
co-resident says Gary paid

up his rent and left
several weeks ago,

no forwarding address.

I talked to Ryan's bosses
at the radio station.

Anything?

TalkBack hosts get a
lot of hostile feedback,

which is par for the course
when you say things like this.

It's all very well
talking about kindness and

consideration, and I get that.

Admirable virtues.

But what about consequences?

When will these
people actually take

some responsibility
for their own actions

and not blame society?

I spoke to Hannah
Winton, the teacher.

So you helped Tilly write the
questions for the quiz, yeah?

Just for the science round.

And you stayed after to help
clean up with another parent?

Yes, George's
dad, Mr. Monroe--

I should know his name.

Uh, put some chairs away.

He left, and I stayed on.

A science teacher would
know what bleach reacts with.

Well, she's not the only one.

I paid a visit to Mr. Monroe.

Can I help you?

It's Detective
Constable Chalmers.

I need to ask you
some questions.

Yeah, I helped Ms.
Winton put some chairs

away and then came home.

Thanks.

Good night.

Night.

You came straight home?

Yeah.

Can anyone confirm that?

Uh, no.

Look, my wife and my
daughter are away,

visiting my sister-in-law.

These are a lot of questions.

This is a homicide
investigation.

Murder?

Right.

Uh, who?

Ryan Osborne?

No way.

Yeah, in an explosion
caused by something

reacting with bleach.

You know, look,
my supplies are locked away

in my van or at the warehouse.

No one can get at them.

Okay, some of our team will
be here to see if your van's

been tampered with.

I'll need the keys.

Karl had the means,
but no obvious motive.

Well, so far, no one does.

Ryan arrived and
checked in alone.

Let's focus on locals.

The stayers?

Everyone.

Hello, this is Gary.
Leave a message.

Gary, DSS Shepard again.

I'd appreciate it if you
could return my call.

Oh, you took your time.

Thought I'd be way higher
on your list of suspects.

Suspects?

So it was murder.

To think we were right there.

Apparently, people
got quite drunk.

Yeah, it's not my
fault if lightweights

can't handle their booze or
whatever was in the punch.

The punch was non-alcoholic.

Or it was when I
left it with you.

Are you accusing
me of something?

Well, I know what I
put in that bottle--

Uh, are you suggesting
that the punch was spiked?

No, I didn't do it.

Wasn't me.

Well, however it happened,
things got a bit raucous.

Uh, any fights or
arguments that you saw?

Anyone having a go
at Ryan Osborne?

Oh, no.

Everyone loved him.

He cracked a few jokes,
but it was all in good fun.

Huh.

Uh, do you know a man
called Gary Kline?

Does he ever come in here?

There's such a
thing as privacy laws.

It's a public bar.

So is Gary a suspect?

It's always
the quiet ones.

Comes in here once
a month on payday,

has a beer, talks to
no one, and leaves.

Huh.

Perfect punter.

Well, if you do see him, tell
him I'd like to have a chat.

Mm.

Mm.

Mr. Landry?

Bevan.

I'm deaf in this ear.

Talk to the other one.

Uh, DC Chalmers.

I need a word.

All right, well,
what's the story?

You were at the
quiz night last night?

Oh, my business
sponsored a prize,

so I thought I'd
better show my face.

You used to go to
a Brokenwood High?

Back in the day.
Yeah.

With Ryan Osborne?

Um, we were in
the same year, yeah.

Not really mates.

Did you talk to
him last night?

Nah, nah.

There were people
all over him, so.

Uh, you stayed after
to help clean up.

I shifted some
tables and that.

Yeah, why?

Were you there when
the pool shed exploded?

What?

No.

You didn't see
or hear anything?

Not with my bung ear. no.

Why?

Ryan Osborne died
in the explosion.

Bloody hell.

After the quiz, you
came straight home?

Uh, yeah.

Here?

Yeah.

Uh, can anyone back you up?

No.

Your wife?

She left me a few months
ago and took the kids.

Built this for her,
but couldn't keep her.

So, no, she can't help you.

And neither can I.

Thank you.

Thanks for meeting me here.

I want to keep Ella
as far away from all

this awfulness as possible.

Ella?

My daughter.

She's freaked out by
a death at her school.

So am I, to be honest.

I had dinner with Ryan
last night before the quiz,

and now, he--

You had dinner together?

You're old friends or--

Not really.

More of a business meeting.

Seeing if he could give
my campaign some exposure.

And did he offer anything?

He was oblique, shall we say.

- And where was this dinner?
- Trinity.

It was all a bit rushed.

We had to get to the quiz.

I didn't really talk
to him after that.

He was a bit busy.

Mrs. Morpeth shut everything
down around 10:00 PM.

Where did you go after that?

I called Ella to
come pick me up.

So you weren't there
for the explosion?

Did you hear or see anything?

I would have been
in the car by then.

There's no chance of hearing
anything over Ella's music.

Your 2:00 PM is
in the boardroom.

I'll be right there.

Uh, okay.

Well, thank you.

Anything more, you
know where to find me.

Fiona and Ryan,
dinner-- anything there?

You mean, like, romantic?

I don't know.

She seemed pretty
up front about using

him for his media clout.

Mike Shepherd.

Maybe Fiona had a thing
for Ryan back in the day.

So she killed him
for not reciprocating

her teenage crush?

A woman scorned and all that.

Gary Kline has come
out of the woodwork.

He's at the hospital.

He's been stabbed.

Want to tell me what happened?

The mad bastard stabbed me.

Adrian Schiavell will
be charged with assault.

I should bloody hope so.

Any idea what
prompted the attack?

From what he said
to my colleague,

he caught you
stealing from him.

That guy's frickin' nuts.

It's why I had to get away
from there in the first place.

So why go back?

- To get a few things.
- What things?

I've been there myself.

Your room was cleared out.

I couldn't find a jacket.

I thought I must have
left it there, but--

So where are you living now?

With mates.

An address would be handy.

I--I can't remember.

Gary, I'm not just
here about the stabbing.

There was an incident
at Brokenwood High.

I know you're the groundsman.

Were you there last night?

No.

Why would I be?

Ahem.

Do you have a key to the
school pool and the shed

beside it, yes?
- Yeah.

So--

I did say five minutes.

Where is that key?

Where it always
is, with my stuff.

And your things are where?

This really
will have to wait.

We need to prep
Gary for surgery.

I hope it goes well.

We'll, um--we'll
talk again soon.

Keep this between us!

You know!

Everything okay here?

Well, I
made the big mistake

of asking him why
he had so much cash

in his room for Gary to steal.

Got to be prepped, love.

The banking Armageddon is nigh.

And all the bankers are
evil lizard people, right?

And under their suits,
their skin's not skin.

It's scales.

It's not scales, it's
little microchips.

You know the truth.

Keep this between us!

You know!

I had to stop listening
when it started making sense.

No sign of Chalmers?

Uh, well, he called,
and he's on his way.

But something about
needing a detour?

Mike, I have news.

Ryan's alcohol reading was
high, but not unexpectedly so.

Okay.

But the tox screen
also detected cocaine.

Oh.

Big city media type--
are we surprised?

Well, I'd be less surprised
if we'd found any sign of it

on his person or amongst
his belongings, but nothing.

Okay, so someone at the quiz
night had some to share?

I'll check to see
if any of them

have a history of
any drug offenses.

Spiked punch is also
a possible explanation.

Uh, vodka?

A toast?

Of course.

I cannot refuse it.

But aren't you working, Mike?

No, vodka would be
the alcohol of choice

to spike a punch, wouldn't it?

Where I come from,
that would be sacrilege.

Uh, it would be helpful
to know definitively

what caused that explosion.

Bleach, wasn't it?

But what was the catalyst?

Well, we cross-checked
all the chemicals found

in the school science
lab and in storage areas,

and there was nothing there
that could have done it.

Would it be possible
to run some more tests?

I'm sorry, Mike.

When the victim
gave me his body,

he told us everything
he has to tell.

So no toast?

Uh, perhaps later?

Found what
you're looking for?

Uh, thanks.

I thought you'd
be wanting to look

into Ryan's old school days,
as any good detective would.

Is that so?

Oh, the inter-school
debating champs.

Ryan wouldn't even
try out for the team.

Too shy.

Hmm.

Oh!

The drama club
production of "The Wiz."

Nobody's finest hour.

Is that Ryan?

Mm-hmm.

And is that--

Oh, yes.

Those two were great
pals back then.

Fiona Vaughnovich
and Ryan Osborne.

Now, Fiona gave the impression
that they were never friendly,

but Tilly Morpeth
tells it differently.

There was a time when
they would be in here

together every lunch hour.

It's nice when the odd
ones find each other.

Interesting.

I thought so.

And I am just getting started.

Hmm.

Good luck.

I'm told you came through
surgery with flying colors,

and that you'll be out of here
tomorrow, back to your friends.

Yeah.

Gary, a man called Ryan
Osborne died in an explosion

on Friday night after
being locked in the pool

shed at Brokenwood High.

You are one of two people who
we know had access to a key.

So?

Anybody can lock a padlock.

You don't need a key for that.

Well, only if it's
unlocked already.

I wasn't there.

I didn't--I've never even
heard of this Osborne guy.

All I'm asking is to see
the key, to verify that it's

still in your possession.

Yeah, well, I'm screwed,
whatever I tell you.

If I've got the key,
you think I did it.

If someone nicked it,
then that's on me as well.

You don't get a life
sentence for losing a key.

Call me when
you're ready to talk.

Dr. Carlton.

Hmm.

Has Gary had any visitors?

Any friends call
in to check on him?

No calls.

One visitor.

He was here first thing.

Huh, thanks.

He's all yours.

Mr. Daly.

Morning.

It's, uh, good of
you to visit him.

He's a valued
member of staff.

Uh, the address you gave
me for Gary was out of date.

He's been cagey about where
he's staying with friends.

You wouldn't happen
to know who they were?

To be honest, I'd be
surprised if he has any.

Oh.

Hello, Gary.

How are you today?

Oh, here we go.

They're on to you.
- Afternoon.

Excuse us.

Just going.

Oh, man.

This is a classic.

Dude, show some respect.

A man died.

What's that?

Oh, quiz night.

♪ La-dah-de-da ♪

♪ La-dah-de-da,
la-dah-de-da ♪

♪ La-dah-de-da ♪

Ah!

You were so wasted, bro.

What's up with you dancing
on tables when you're drunk?

I wasn't even drinking.

Well, just Mrs. Baker's punch.

Well, then how come you
were so hung over yesterday?

Yeah, I don't know.

It was weird.

There's some speculation
that the punch was spiked.

Huh.

Uh, just our
usual things, Frodo.

Hey, is that Karl Monroe?

Well, I don't
know his last name.

And I only introduced
him as Karl.

Hannah Winton,
the science teacher.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Without them on our team,
we probably wouldn't have

got a single question right.

They were on fire.

Can you send that
video to me please?

Oh, come on!

Don't worry.

It won't end up
on the internet.

Is it odd that
Hannah was on a team

when she wrote some
of the questions?

Well, she recused herself
from the science and

nature round.

But what is odd is
she said that she

didn't know Karl's first name.

And in Todd's video,
they're laughing

and joking like old mates--

maybe even more than.

Something in the body language.

Talk to her again.

Gentlemen, you're back.

Roger has something he'd
like to get off his chest.

Not here, if you don't mind.

It all started with an article
in the Sunday newspaper,

"The Intoxicating Art
of Home Distilling."

Next thing, we're off
to the hardware shop

for all the tubes
and bits and bobs.

It was quite an outlay.

So there it is.

I'd be making my own
aquavita, as they call it.

Oh, you do realize
that isn't illegal here?

I know that selling
it would put me

on the wrong side of the
law, but I'm within my rights

to give it away surely?

Yes.

I gave a bottle
to Ryan Osborne,

a small token of my admiration.

For you, to be
consumed in moderation.

Thank you.

Mm.

Hmm.

It has quite a kick
to it, believe me.

That's not all.

We heard a whisper
from Mrs. Baker

that you had some concern about
her punch being adulterated.

That's right.

I know for a
fact that it was.

Oh!

Karl Monroe, you
gave me the impression

that you barely knew his name.

But we've since found
out that you two

were on the same quiz team.

Oh, not by choice.

We were just a bunch of strays
thrown together on the night.

But you got on
Okay by all accounts.

We were never gonna win.

I'm not actually
talking about the score.

You must meet a lot
of people in your job.

Do you always remember
their names the next day?

I usually write them down.

So you and Karl may be the
only two people at the school

on quiz night with
the necessary knowhow

to create an explosion.

That might have been true
at the start of the night,

but it wasn't by the end.

What do you mean?

I put it in a question.

What common household liquid
combines with bleach to create

a highly flammable gas?

What is this, Mastermind?

Ethanol or alcohol would
have been acceptable.

Nobody got it right.

But everybody heard the answer.

What if Hannah
is our offender?

She made sure
that everyone else

had the knowhow in
order to deflect

suspicion away from herself.

But now we know who
wrote the question.

The finger points
right back at her.

Yeah.

It doesn't make sense.

Well, neither does
Ryan spiking the punch.

I mean, what's that about?

Maybe a grudge against
the school or Tilly.

But what happened
to the bottle?

Roger was adamant that it
didn't all go in the punch.

And Ryan didn't have the
bottle on him when he died.

Nor was it cleared away
at the end of the night.

I checked with Trudy.

Yeah, we took away
our own bottles.

Not cleaning up
anyone else's rubbish.

Okay, thanks.

Gina.

Mike!

Oh, uh, Gina.

Oh, Mike, would you
like to drink now?

Please allow me.

Uh, sorry.

Perhaps later.

Of course.

Do you think that
home distilled spirits

would be strong enough to be
the catalyst in the explosion?

Unlikely.

Wasn't he still a Russian?

Dodgy Dr. Plummer, no doubt.

He's not Russian.

I saw him handing a bottle
to Ryan as soon as he arrived.

Bloody cheek--bringing your
own booze to a charity

quiz night.

Enjoy your lunch.

Hang on.

Didn't Hugh Daly say that
Ryan had a bottle with

him when they chatted
in his office?

He did.

Yeah, meanwhile, back in
fifth form, class photo.

That's Fiona.

And there's Bevan.

But no Ryan.

Maybe he was sick that day?

Well, funny thing, Ryan pops
up a few times in every edition

of the school
magazine, from form 1

to form 4, but
nothing in fifth form.

Just one tiny mention in
Tilly's library wrapper,

where she says he'd be missed.

I'm thinking, he
didn't finish the year.

Check it out.

Mrs. Morpeth.

Hmm?

I tried looking for
you at the library.

I just wanted to return this.

Well, I hope
they were useful.

They were.
Thank you.

I just passed Mrs. Morpeth.

Everything all right?

Tension's running a little
high, as to be expected.

Of course, and your lot
everywhere aren't helping.

What are they looking for?

Can't really say.

A question for you.

Ryan wasn't in his
fifth form class photo,

and Mrs. Morpeth
wrote something

about him being missed?

No, great mystery.

Ryan's father got a
new job out of town.

Moved the family away mid-year.

Best thing for the
boy, as it turns out.

It was the making of him.

Uh, excuse me.

Dr. says
you're doing well.

So, Gary, I think it's,
uh, time for the truth.

I had to get away from
the boarding house.

Adrian was doing my head in.

I didn't have
anywhere else to go.

Does anyone else
know that you were

camping on the school grounds?

Hugh Daly?

No.

And none of the kids
stumbled across your stuff?

I kept my stuff locked
up during the day--

in the pool shed.

Gary, what happened
on Friday night?

The quiz thing
in the hall was all over.

I wanted to hit the sack,
so I went to get my stuff.

And then I went back
to my usual spot.

But I realized I
hadn't locked the door.

And I was on my
way back to do it.

But then--

It was down by the pool!

Call the fire department!

I thought
I'd done it.

I thought I'd killed him.

Because you left it unlocked?

He shouldn't have been
able to get in there.

Nobody should have.

Then what did you do next?

Took off.

I had it all planned.

Adrian's stash, drug money.

Saw him hide at one time
when he was out of it.

And he owes me for
putting up with him.

So--

So you tried to steal it.

Yeah.

Look, Gary's lied before.

Do you believe him now?

It would be handy
if he had a witness,

someone who saw
him from the pool

at the time of the explosion.

But he was being
careful not to be seen

because he didn't
want people to know

he was camping at school.

I talked to Adrian again.

I thought he might tell us that
he was dealing drugs to Ryan.

And?

He's not saying anything
until his lawyer is present.

Oh, speak of the she-devil.

Miranda.

Detectives.

Please come through.

Well, that clinches it.

How could he afford
Miranda Temple

if he wasn't selling drugs?

Here we go, results on
Karl Monroe's vehicle.

Hmm.

Huh.

Did you have a visitor?

No.

Why?

Never mind.
Good news.

Your vehicle has
come back clean.

You can pick it up
whenever you like.

Thanks.

How well do you really
know Hannah Winton?

Where the
hell did that come from?

When's your wife and
daughter back, Karl?

At the end of the week.

Why?

Do you really want us still
asking the same questions then?

Bailed back to
the boarding house.

Miranda wasn't happy with
us keeping him overnight.

Even though he
stabbed someone?

Miranda is massaging
that as self-defense.

I'm guessing they
didn't wanna talk drugs.

I think she could sense we
don't have anything on him

in that regard.

Detective Shepherd,
I need to see you.

Now.

Good luck.

Question two of the
science and nature round.

Written by Hannah Winton.

Yes, we are aware.

Now, is it possible that
Hannah wrote that question

with the intention of
deflecting suspicion away

from herself, having already
plotted Ryan's murder,

and thus leaving us with a
school hall full of suspects

and no idea who to turn to?

Hmm.

Well, that's a thought.

Mm-hmm, right.

Scroll through those.

I'd like to think that
is the worst of it.

But I have to wonder, if
they'll sink to adultery,

what else are they capable of?

Are you suggesting
they're having an affair?

Look at those photos and tell
me there is nothing going on.

I knew it.

I went to see Karl this
afternoon to persuade

him to come here with me.

Hannah was at the
house when I turned up.

We both feel bad
about lying.

The other night, I
didn't leave the science

room when I said I did.

I was still there when
the explosion went off.

But that's it.

So why lie to us?

I didn't think anyone
would care where I was.

This is harder for Karl.

He has his family
to think about.

Oh, Hannah, please don't.

No.

They need to know.

We first met at a
parent-teacher meeting

a few months ago.

There was something between
us right from the start.

I think we both decided that
nothing was gonna happen.

But then--

quiz night happened.

Why did you take off
when Hannah stayed?

Guilt.

I sent him out the side door,
where no one would see him.

And did you see anybody?

No.

I, um--I walked straight home.

Hannah called me
later, promised me

she wouldn't say
anything about--

about us.

So by the time we talked
to you, the both of you

had got your story straight.

And now you've changed it.

Five minutes ago,
neither of you

had anyone who could
verify your whereabouts

when Ryan died.

Now you do.

That seems rather convenient.

Sims, domestic disturbance
at 75 Toconnell Street.

Toconnell?

Got it.

What's the story?

A misunderstanding, apparently.

Honestly, this is
all so embarrassing.

Bevan and I were
having a work chat,

and Ella got the wrong
end of the stick.

Mom, he was yelling at you.

He raised his voice a little
because he was frustrated.

That's all.

About what?

Council concerns.

The bane of every
builder's life.

And everyone's a
little on edge after--

after what happened.

But it's all been a
misunderstanding, I assure you.

Yeah.

So, um, we're good now.

So I will take off.

Okay.

Are you sure you're okay?

Thanks for checking in.

That personal touch--that's
really what leadership

is all about, isn't it?

Fiona and Bevan,
another secret affair.

That's not the vibe I got.

Well, Bevan's been
struggling to finish the house

he's been building
for his wife.

I could imagine him being
angry about the council

red tape.

Take a closer look at that.

Meanwhile, in more definitive
news, his phone is still MIA,

but the tech team have managed
to access Ryan's cloud storage.

Anything?

Some texts confirming the
dinner between him and Fiona,

but no photos.

Is that strange?

Not everyone's
phone is synced

to back up automatically.

Where are we at
with Karl and Hannah?

Still most
definitely in the mix.

Come on.

This, uh, won't take long.

Uh, is this about Hannah?

Uh.

Is she still on your radar?

Uh--

I tried pushing her
for harder questions,

and that is what
she came up with.

I'm not sure it's the
smoking gun you think it is.

You're the professional.

We know that Dr.
Plummer gave Ryan

a bottle of home distilled
spirits, which he

later used to spike the punch.

What?

Why would Ryan do that?

What I wanted to ask
you was, was he still

in possession of that
bottle when he came

to visit you in the library?

Now that you mention it.

Ah.

Huh.

Thanks.

I'll get out of your way.

Principal Daly.

Ah.

How are you getting on?

Any closer to getting your
man--or woman, I suppose?

We're following leads.

Good, eh?

Sir, your .

Thanks, Franklin.

You know, no
matter how old I get,

I still feel like
Mr. Daly can put

me in detention at any minute.

The usual?
- Yeah.

Thanks, brother.

Heads up.

Gary.

Is that other guy with you?

I need to talk to him.

Of course, there may be
some aspects of the case

that I'm not aware of.

Possibly.

Ah.

Excuse me.

Sims.

Mike, we're at
the coffee cart.

Gary Kline wants
to talk to you.

On my way.

Sorry, duty calls.

Well, would you
like my assistance?

Uh, I, uh--

I'll manage.

Thanks.

What do you think, Pushkin?

Hmm.

Exactly.

So, uh, I was thinking
last night about not having

anyone to back up my story.

I saw someone, but I
don't know if they saw me.

Who?

Before the explosion, when
I was gonna set up my camp,

I saw a woman.

Did you recognize her?

She's that one from
council who's always trying

to get people to vote for her.

And she was on the phone?

Yeah, one of those
flashy new flip ones.

And she looked quite annoyed.

Thanks.

Fiona Vaughnovich.

The description
he gave was a match.

What time was this?

About 5 to 10 minutes
before the explosion.

When she said her daughter
was driving her home.

Uh, better be quick
or Detective Morpeth

will be on your heels.

Tilly?

Yeah, she's got her own
board, photos, and everything--

and better handwriting.

Wow.

Guess we should
watch our backs.

Did say she reads a
lot of crime novels.

She probably knows
more about committing

crimes than solving them.

How angry was she that
Ryan spiked the punch?

Well, she seemed
more upset than angry.

But we shouldn't
discount her yet.

I just need to
check something.

You said in your statement
that you left the quiz

night at 10:15, but
we have a witness

who saw you there at 10:30.

What witness?

Well, maybe you
could tell me.

Did you happen to see
anyone on the school grounds

as you were leaving?

No, no one.

Well, we'll need to
take a look at your phone,

see when you sent any
texts or made any calls,

just to tally up the times.

Seems like a lot of fuss
for the sake of 15 minutes.

Maybe I got the time wrong.

I was a little tipsy.

That's why I didn't drive.

I'll need your passcode, too.

Thank you.

Uh, Mike.

What does that
look like to you?

Teen angst and acne.

No.

Look at Bevan's arm.

That's a cast.

Yeah.

I think it is.

Where are you going with this?

I don't know.

Hmm.

We talked about this.

No, just be reasonable!

No, you can't do that.

No, don't you hang up on me!

Don't--

It's my ex.

She won't let me see my kids!

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah.

What do you want?

The other day at Fiona
Vaughnovich's house,

she told Detective Sims
that you two were arguing

about council consents.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, I checked.

All your applications
to council

were resolved months ago.

Oh, yeah.

They're resolved--months late.

And meanwhile, I'm forking
out for canceled contracts

because those buggers
can't sort themselves out!

Your idea of resolved is
a lot different than mine.

You all right there?

Yeah, fine.

It's just an old injury.

From school?

I noticed in your class
photo in fifth form,

you had your arm in a cast.

What's the story there?

I mean, what the hell has
that got to do with anything?

Fine.

I was on my bike, and I got hit
by a car at an intersection.

That sounds pretty bad.

Yeah, it was.

Put me in hospital.

Took me out of the
running for the first 15.

Is that how you lost
your hearing, too?

Yeah.

So what?

I'm sorry to hear
about your kids.

The phone you gave me is
not the same one you were seen

with on the night of the quiz.

Can you explain?

Who is this mystery person
who was lurking in the shadows?

Just answer the
question, please.

Whoever it was, they
must have been mistaken.

I gave you the
only phone I have.

My client's been cooperative.

What's the issue?

When we looked at
the phone you gave us,

we found that you contacted
Ella at least 10 minutes

after when you told us.

That and the statement
we have from our witness

confirms that you were
still on school grounds

shortly before the explosion.

So I've got the
times muddled up.

It's nothing sinister.

So how do you--

And more to the point, I had
no reason to want the man dead.

No one's accusing you.

We just need to know
exactly who was where, when.

I will say this again.

After the quiz shut down,
give or take a few minutes,

Ella came and picked me up.

I really hope you find
whoever killed Ryan.

I think we're done here.

Principal Daly, a question.

Yes.

When Bevan Landry
was in fifth form,

he got injured and missed
out on making the first 15.

Well, that's
going back a way.

You remember it, though?

And Bevan was gutted.

He saw himself as
a future All Black.

How did he get injured?

Oh, you're testing
the brain cells there.

Uh, no.

Sorry.

Uh, would school
records shed any light?

I suppose Tilly would
be all over that stuff.

Worth a shot.

Right.

Oh, Bevan Landry never spent
much time in the library.

He wasn't really on my radar.

Look, I'm happy to check
the records for you.

They haven't been
digitized yet,

so, uh, it might take a while.

But if it's important
to you, then--

Thanks.

Should I add
this to my board?

Yeah.

Wow.

As much as I hate thinking
badly of a former student,

I can't eliminate
Fiona Vaughnovich.

Power corrupts, after all.

And Gary, there are major
question marks about him,

and several of the others.

Is now a good time?

Actually, no.

Now is not a convenient time.

Do I need to call my lawyer?

Ah, that won't be necessary.

We just need your permission
to search the property.

What for?

It's really important
we find that phone.

Oh.

Well, you won't find it here.

But do what you must.

Yeah.

We're also searching
your place of work.

Thomas.

Do we know for
sure it's Ryan's?

Well, the techies
should confirm or deny.

Where's Fiona now?

She fobbed us
off till tomorrow,

when the delightful Ms.
Temple is available.

How did you get on with
your hunch about Bevan?

Tilly and Hugh
weren't much use.

I tried the hospital, but
their records from that

far back are kept off site.

They'll let me know.

Maybe I should let it go.

But is it weird that neither
Tilly nor Hugh remember Bevan

being in a major car accident?

Well, they must see thousands
of students in their lifetime.

If I were them, I
would wipe the memory

banks every few years.

Mike?

I have something for you.

Uh, if that's what I think
it is, I'm still on duty.

Later then, we will drink.

You are disappointed I was
not able to help you more.

So when you told me that Dr.
Plummer Samogon was potentially

the other element
for the explosion,

I got the doctor to
make a house call.

Careful.

It packs quite a punch.

Nostrovia.

Is it all right?

It is adequate
for my purposes.

You go.

No.

It stays.

I'm, uh, slightly scared to
ask what your purposes were.

I conducted my own
research on this.

And I can tell you, it
would be strong enough

to be reactive with bleach.

It also pairs very well
with a smoked cheddar.

Yes, that's the
bottle I gave him.

Well, we will need to
take your fingerprints.

Well, of course my
fingerprints will be on it.

I made it.

The prints to eliminate
you from our enquiries.

We're asking a number of
people who may have come

into contact with the bottle.

Tilly, hi.

Any luck with those records?

Uh, nothing yet.

They're in a terrible state.

Morning, all.

Morning.

Mike, uh, Bevan's still
not answering his calls.

But it turns out, he's at a
property in the city, 14 Exodus

Street, his ex-wife's address.

Our local units were
alerted because he

has a trespass order.

They'll let me know
when he's on the move.

Hey.

Look at what the techies
just sent through.

From Ryan's phone.

It's Ryan Osborne's phone.

Care to tell us
how you came by it?

He must have dropped it.

I saw it, picked it up, trying
to figure out whose it was.

Then Ella came to collect me.

And?

I found it in my bag the
next day, put it in a drawer,

and forgot about it.

I wonder what explanation
you will have for this.

What the hell?

Ryan!

Oh, my god, stop.
No.

No, no, no.
It's fine.

- It's just--
- It's not funny.

I just think it's funny.

All right.

Yes, I did a silly thing.

Was the silly thing cocaine?

Yes.

And did Ryan partake, too?

Before he turned the
camera on, of course.

He busted me coming out
of the teachers' loos.

Fiona Vaughnovich.

Well, come on.

Sharesies.

Ooh.

And you used to be
such a good girl.

Were the drugs yours?

Is that relevant?

Is this something
you do regularly?

Again, is that
strictly necessary?

Coincidence that
you and Adrian Scovell

have the same lawyer?

I mean, if he's your
dealer, I can understand

how that might happen.

Did you offer to pay his
legal fees to keep him quiet?

You're way off topic.

Let's stay focused.

Why do you think
Ryan took the video?

No idea.

If it got out, it
would be very bad

for your re-election campaign.

No kidding.

So why would Ryan want that?

I don't know.

Is there something else he
might have wanted from you?

Money?

Sex?

As if.

I always assumed Ryan was gay.

Everybody did.

The two of you were close
back then, much closer

than you led us to believe.

For a while.

Then we both moved on.

What did you do
when you realized

that Ryan had made the video?

I asked him to delete it.

He wouldn't.

He just laughed at me.

Then we had to head
back to the quiz.

I didn't get another chance
to talk to him until--

Until?

Fiona, you didn't find
Ryan's phone, did you?

After the quiz was all
over, I went outside.

I wanted to grab
Ryan on his way out,

persuade him to
delete the video.

I must have been
waiting at least

10 minutes before he showed.

We talked, argued,
and I realized

I wasn't gonna get anywhere.

But then he was
distracted for a moment.

So--

Distracted by what?

He had a bottle of booze.

He turned away to
take a sip of it.

Come on, Ryan, please.

No.

Oof.

Mm.

Mm.

I told him I was counting
on his better nature

to delete the video, and then
got out of there before he

could realize what I'd done.

I called Ella to
come pick me up,

and then I went out onto
the street to wait for her.

What did you intend
to do with the phone?

When I heard that Ryan
had been killed, I panicked.

I took it into work
and hid it in my desk.

I was planning on destroying
it, but I never got a chance.

Mr. Landry.

Back from the city.

14 Exodus Street, was it?

I appreciate you not
charging my client.

At this stage, charges
will be forthcoming.

Such as?

Obstruction of
justice, if not theft.

Idle threats.

Let's go.

Don't leave the
district, Ms. Vaughnovich.

First things
first, fingerprints.

Do you recognize this?

Ryan was waving it
around at quiz night.

Why?

It was found
on your property.

I didn't put it there.

We got a match on the prints.

Huh.

So that's your prints
on this bottle.

How do you explain that?

Ryan offered me
a slug from it.

It's rough as guts.

When was this?

Friday night sometime.

I don't remember.

Did anyone else see you?

I don't know.

Can you tell us again, when
was the last time you saw Ryan?

End of the night.

I stayed to tidy up a little
bit, and then I buggered off.

And Ryan still had this
bottle with him when you left?

I didn't nick it from him, if
that's what you're getting at.

Yet it was found
on your property.

And anyone could
have put it there.

Why would they?

It's an empty bottle!

Why does it matter?

Has someone been
pointing the finger?

Why would you think that?

Because some asshole put it
here, and you all seem to think

it means something.

You're way ahead of me.

I haven't got a clue.

Not enough to charge him?

Not yet.

But his were the only
prints on the bottle

that we weren't
expecting to find.

Hmm.

There's something off
between these two.

Did you see the look on Bevan's
face when he saw Fiona here?

Mrs. Morpeth.

What can I do for you?

Oh, do come in.

Take a seat.

As requested, every
mention of Bevan Landry,

every report to his parents
and every document that

is still on file.

There was no mention
of a car accident,

but it was a long time ago.

And we weren't quite so zealous
in our recordkeeping back then.

Thanks.

I'm sorry I couldn't
have been more help.

Ah, excuse me.

Bevan claims
he can't remember

much about the accident.

Do you remember anything?

There was any number
of students involved

in crashes back in the day.

Sadly, it is the fatal
ones that stay with you.

That was the hospital.

They found Bevan's records.

He was admitted with
multiple injuries

from a fight with
another student.

They even had the
other student's name--

Ryan Osborne.

She could hardly deny
remembering a fight

involving her favorite pupil.

Ryan was such a sweet
boy, timid, bookish.

And kids being what they
are, that made him a target.

He came to me one day.

He was in tears.

He told me that Bevan
was bullying him.

He was calling him awful
names, pushing and shoving

and the usual things.

I told him he didn't
have to put up with that.

I told him that he should
report Bevan to Hugh, who was

his form teacher back then.

But he didn't want to do it.

He was scared it would
make things worse.

I--I should have
said something myself.

And then Ryan, he
must have snapped.

Then he takes things
into his own hands

and beats the
crap out of Bevan.

A few weeks later,
the Osbornes suddenly

disappeared from Brokenwood.

Ryan was expelled
from school.

It never seemed
fair to me because Bevan

was the real bully.

You could have told
us all this a lot sooner.

And tarnish Ryan's
name all over again?

Can't he just be the
victim this time?

Why would Ryan even
want to come back?

For the same reason Bevan
Landry turned up to quiz night?

For closure maybe?

Well, if it helps,
Detective Morpeth thinks

you're on the right track.

I try not to think the
worst, but we must consider

all possibilities, mustn't we?

Best we get
Bevan back in here.

Help me!
Please!

In here.

You have to help me!
He's got Ella!

He took her.
He took her.

He took my baby.

Slow--slow down.

Who--who took Ella?

Bevan.

Bevan Landry's got my daughter.

He came to the house
this afternoon.

He was unhinged.

What did you tell them?

What did you tell the cops?
- Nothing.

Nothing.
I didn't say anything--

Don't lie to me!
I saw you.

You were there!
- Yes, Mum.

What's going on?
- Nothing.

Go back to your room.
Now.

Let her go!
- You tell me what you said!

I told them I wasn't
there for you. It's okay.

Did you tell them
about the bottle, too?

That was you as
well, wasn't it?

- You're not making any sense!
- Back off!

Let her go!

- Don't you test me!
- Bevan!

- Do not mess with me!
- Mom!

Mom!

I'll put out a teen one.

I'll check his address.

Fiona, we will
find Bevan and Ella.

She will be okay.

But I need you to
tell us what happened.

Uh, we--we had a deal.

Come on, Ryan, please.

Ryan, mate.

He lied to you about
when he last saw Ryan.

You're still here.

Yeah.

Uh, I'm trying to leave,
but everyone wants a piece.

He knew that I'd
seen the two of them

together later than
what he'd said,

and he needed me
to back him up.

Don't be like that.

Let's talk about it, okay,
yeah? Come on.

Give us a drink.

Oh, hi.

Which suited me
fine, because, um--

Because you had also
lied to us about pretty

much the same thing.

I just want to talk.

Old time's sake.

I should go.

Oh, you sure you
want to? 'Cause one

of the cool kids is here now.

I made new friends
in fifth form.

I suppose he felt abandoned.

When you left, Ryan
was still with Bevan?

Oh, god.

I'm at 827 O ld Connemara
R oad, requesting backup.

Bevan Landry's vehicle is here.

No sign of him or the girl yet.

Bevan?
- In here.

Shut up!

Bevan!

- You back off!
- Okay.

I mean it!

All right.

I just want her bitch of a
mother to know what it's like.

Okay, what do you mean?

To lose a kid!

You haven't lost
your kids yet.

Okay?

Listen to me.

But taking someone else's
isn't gonna help your case.

What did she say?

Tell me what she said!

Whatever you think Fiona
told us, you're wrong.

Whatever deal you had,
she's stuck to it.

Just--just let Ella go, okay?

And--and you and
me, we can talk.

Bevan, listen.

Hey, your kids--
two boys, right?

I bet they love their
dad a whole lot.

Just, Ella doesn't
deserve this.

Come on.

♪ In my own ♪

Okay.
Straight outside.

Go.
Straight outside.

♪ Apocalypse ♪

♪ Where these walls ♪

♪ Bend to collapse ♪

♪ In my own ♪

♪ Apocalypse ♪

Mom?

Oh, my darling.

Thank god.

Oh.
- I'm okay.

Did he hurt you?

No, I'm fine.

I only went to the
stupid quiz to talk to Ryan.

And I didn't get a
chance all night.

So I got halfway home,
and I thought, stuff it.

I'll probably never
see the guy again.

So you went back?

I found him talking to Fiona.

Ryan, mate.

You're still here.

Yeah, uh, I'm
trying to leave,

but everyone wants a piece.

Fiona didn't stick around.

And, um, Ryan wandered off.

I should have just left it.

I should have just let it go.

Ryan, wait up!

What do you want?

I've been wondering all
night, which one of us

would be man enough
to apologize first?

And then I realized that it
would probably have to be me.

Wow.

You haven't changed,
have you, Bevan?

Jumped-up, arrogant,
just not as cute anymore.

What did you say?

You ever wonder how
things might have turned out

back then if we'd had a
chance to actually work

out what was really going on?

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

I was so scared of you.

But you were terrified of me.

Terrified of what I
was and scared as hell

that you might be the same.

No.
No, that is not--

that's not it.

Took me a long time to
realize it, but bullies

are bullies because
they're scared.

I'm not the one who
nearly beat a kid to death!

Yeah, well, I already told
you that I was scared, too.

Where were you?

What?

When you, uh, yelled
at Ryan, where were you?

Show me.

The school secretary
offered up these files.

I wasn't sure if we
still needed them,

but I grabbed them anyway.

Wishful thinking.

And Bevan?

I've charged him
with Ella's abduction.

That should be enough
to hold him for now.

Hmm.

Making yourself
at home, I see.

Oh, still, uh, getting
the lay of the land.

The school secretary
was very forthcoming,

and Mrs. Morpeth helpful,
although she may have missed

a few things, especially
pertaining to Bevan Landry's

bullying of Ryan Osborne
and the physical attack

that left Bevan in hospital.

It wasn't a car accident
after all, as it happens.

Ah.

So you do remember?

Yes.

Now you've jogged my memory.

It all turned very ugly.

Resulting in
Ryan's expulsion?

I believe it did.

Huh.

Must have been a tough
call for your father.

I'm right in thinking he was
the principal at the time?

That's right.

Anything else?

Well, there's a couple of
things we need to cross-check,

but then we'll be
out of your hair.

Oh, let me know if there's
anything else you need.

You'll be pleased
to know that we

are close to making an arrest.

Oh, good.

But first, I need to
rule out if the offender

had an accomplice.

I noticed that Hugh wasn't
on your board of suspects.

In fact, you went out of
your way to point the finger

at everyone but him.

Well, he's the
principal, a respected

member of the community.

Well, the same
could be said of you.

But you're still on our board.

I went through the
school records by myself.

I found this.

It's a letter from Ryan's
parents to the school.

It references an
earlier letter,

but that doesn't
seem to be on file.

This one mentions
"Hugh Daly's actions

as detailed in our
previous correspondence."

Any idea what that refers to?

No.

Hmm.

Okay.

No doubt we'll talk again.

Wait.

This is the letter
that you need.

After I invited Ryan
back to the school,

I thought I'd reacquaint
myself with his history.

I copied everything and
brought it home to read.

Very thorough.

But I may have
misrepresented our encounter.

This is so unfair.

I wanted tonight to be special.

Yeah, well, we don't always
get what we want, do we?

What do you mean?

I wanted to not get the crap
kicked out of me at

school, but--

That was so awful,
what happened.

Yeah.

And you let it happen.

That's not true.

I told you to report
Bevan to Mr. Daly.

And when I did
that, he just told

me to man up and fight back.

"Use your fists, boy.

It's the only language
bullies understand."

But when I got expelled
for doing exactly that,

Mr. Daly was
nowhere to be seen.

And then he got daddy to
brush it all under the carpet.

Ah.

And where were you then?

I mean, you must have
known what they'd done.

You didn't say jack.

Don't take it out on me.

Hugh was the one that
you're really angry with.

Oh, don't worry.

He's next.

So you knew that Ryan was
gonna confront Hugh that night?

Ryan's parents challenged his
expulsion and implicated Hugh

and his father in
some kind of cover-up.

This letter was not
in the school records.

I returned the original
as soon as I copied it.

But somebody must have
removed it since then.

That somebody most
likely being Hugh.

I came to the
same conclusion.

I haven't said
anything to the police

yet because I'm
hoping I'm wrong.

Of course you are!

Oh, for God's sake, I don't
have time for this nonsense!

A man has been killed.

Oh, don't you pretend
that you care about him now!

- Mrs. Morpeth.
- Oh.

I tried looking for
you at the library.

I just wanted to return these.

Hugh came to me later.

He swore he didn't kill Ryan.

But he begged me to
stay quiet about telling

Ryan to use his fists.

So you agreed?

He promised my
library would be safe.

I--I wanted to believe him.

I-- I couldn't
bear to think that--

it's why I didn't
put him on my board.

None of this makes Hugh a
murderer, though, does it?

And does it?

Not by itself, no.

But, uh, this is the
missing letter to the school

from Ryan's parents.

Senior?

Gary, uh, come through.

Give me 20 minutes, and
then get Hugh Daley in here.

Just down this way.

Thanks, Gary.

Your fingerprints were
found on this bottle.

I told you, Ryan and I shared
a drink at the end of the quiz.

Although Ryan wasn't really
in the mood for cozy drinks,

was he?

What did Ryan say that made
you angry enough to kill him?

I didn't kill him.

Then why did you pour some of
your whiskey into the glasses,

but made a point of
telling me that you'd

poured from Ryan's bottle?

It was to explain
your fingerprints

being on it, right?

That's ridiculous.

Why wouldn't I just
wipe my prints off?

Well, if you had done that,
you would have also wiped

off Bevan Landry's prints.

Bevan has told us

that he was still
on the school grounds

just before the explosion.

He had an argument with Ryan
just outside your window.

Then surely he's
more of a suspect.

If you were in
your office, you

would have heard the argument,
and told us about it.

But you didn't because
you were outside

waiting to get Ryan alone.

Is that right?

This is a copy of a
letter that Tilly found when

going through Ryan's records.

It's addressed to the principal
at the time, your father.

But sometime over
the last few days,

it disappeared,
when you took it.

Why would I do that?

Because you didn't
want us finding anything

that would implicate
you or your father.

But you missed a later
letter that refers to this one.

What?

Uh, look, whatever you
think happened back then,

it doesn't mean
that I killed Ryan.

I talked to Gary Kline again.

I know you've been
holding something back.

Now is the time to tell me.

That night, after
sitting at my camp,

I was heading back
to lock the door.

Someone, call--

What did she say?

Call the Fire Department!

Tilly wasn't the only one you
needed to keep quiet, was she?

25 grand, Gary.

Think about it.

We know what happened, Hugh.

But we'd like to
hear it from you.

I thought
bygones were bygones,

but apparently not.

Stand up for
yourself, you said.

Because you were never
going to, were you?

That was a long
time ago, Ryan.

Dereliction of duty.

Bullying of a student.

Nepotism.

They're all such buzzwords
right now, aren't they?

Certainly get my
audience riled up.

Look, mate,
there's no point--

I am not your mate!

And I'm not a
scared kid anymore.

If I was to have a little
chat about this on my show,

that would really put a stain
on your dad's reputation,

wouldn't it?

Probably screw up your chances

of getting any honors as well.

Would that be fair?

Would that be getting
what you deserve?

Let's find out, shall we?

I couldn't leave
things there,

so I went outside to see
if he was still around.

What's
the matter, big guy?

Can't you handle it?

But he was talking to
Bevan, so I had to wait.

Ryan, surely we can talk
this through, man to man?

Oh, just piss off, would you?

Things got a bit out of hand.

Let's just call it
the booze talking.

I just need to know that
you're not gonna say anything.

Die wondering for all I care.

Oh, you piece of shit!

Hey!

Let me out!

Hey!

Help!

Let me out!

You raced back
to your office,

but not before Gary
caught sight of you.

And then you hid
the moonshine.

But your prints were on it,
so you set up the whiskey--

and joined the others,

not realizing
that Ryan's moonshine

was clear-colored.

Not as smart as
I thought I was.

Then you dumped the
bottle at Bevan's place.

He's as much to
blame in all of this.

He was an obnoxious
little thug at school.

I would have thrashed
him myself if I thought

I could get away with it.

Can we at least keep my
father's name out of this?

Yeah.

First round, match up.

Yes.

Table for four?

Mike!

You've got my text, then.

Uh--it's later now.

Three times now, you have
told me we will drink later.

It's now later.

Uh--please, join us.

Just our usual, thanks, Trudy.

And whatever Gina's after.

You--you know, Mike,
if--if you wanted

to have a romantic
dinner, Chalmers and I,

we could just leave.

Please don't.

Okay.

Boom.

Speaking of romance.

Takeaway for Hannah.

Thanks.

Hey.

Um, my wife's back soon.

And that thing with Hannah
Winton was just a one-off.

We have no reason
to talk to your wife.

Thanks.

Thank you.

- Food?
- Mm-hmm.

Yes.

Um.

Really?

I tried to tell him.

What?

Too soon?