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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?