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Susanna, are you home?

Susanna.

Oh my god, are you okay?

What happened?

Morning.

Morena.

Usual?

Yeah, Frodo, thanks.

Coming right up.

Mike.

What am I looking at?

The top of that tree.

Why do you guys do that?

Is he all right?

Isn't he a bit old for
that kind of prank?

So many questions.

You okay up there?

Uh, yeah, no worries.

What's that, uh,
sign he's wearing?

Can't you read that?

"Greed is dead"?

"Bad."

"Greed is bad."

I totally agree with that.

Good on you, Frodo.

Morning.

And you owe me for
yesterday as well.

- Really?
- Tell him we'll park.

Really.

And another day before that.

Just saying.

But, hey, I'm totally
good with an IOU

from someone in your profession.

Oh.

Sims?

Mike, we've been called
to 291 Powers Lane.

You might want to take
a look at this one.

Could be a freak accident
or something more.

I'm on my way.

Fire service guys
are minutes away.

When they get him
down, I'll have a chat.

Find out what that
sign is about.

How are you doing up there?

Uh... fine, yeah.

Who would have thought getting
down would be the hard bit?

The fire service
guys won't be long.

Just hang on a bit longer.

Tell them to hurry up, would ya?

And the victim is
your husband, Mrs.?

Sterling.

Yes.

And you were alone in the house

when the incident occurred?

It was an accident.

Where were you when it happened?

I was upstairs in my office.

You work from home?

I'm an interior designer.

I was working on a
brief for a client.

I heard a terrible crashing
sound, and I came down.

And...

It's Marie, right?

Yeah.

And you phoned it in?

Yeah.

I clean the house for
Susanna and Jeremy.

I got here about
half an hour ago.

Uh, why don't you take Mrs.
Sterling into another room,

away from all of this.

Yeah.

Constable.

We'll be in the kitchen.

Thanks.

Morning.

Morena.

Man versus chandelier?

Introducing the very
unlucky Jeremy Sterling.

Hello, Jeremy.

Impressive place
you've got here.

Although possibly a few
structural issues at play.

The victim's wife
is in the kitchen.

Oh, we need to get access
to the ceiling space.

Yep.

Oh, that's Mrs. Sterling.

Oh, thanks.

Hi.

Uh, Mrs. Sterling?

I'm DSS Mike Shepherd.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I'm sorry you've
been called out.

I told your colleague
it was an accident.

Of course, but it would be
good to get a clear sense

of exactly what happened here.

I see you have
CCTV in the house.

Uh, yes.

Jeremy had the system installed
a couple of years ago,

but we never use it.

Have there been any
questions as to the safety

of the ceiling?

Not that I know of.

And, Mrs. Sterling, how much
time was there between you

discovering your husband
and Marie making the call?

I don't know!

I just found my husband's
body on the floor of my home.

Do what you need to
and leave, please.

Marie, how long have you
worked for the Sterlings?

Uh, just a couple of months.

Do you still need me?

I've got another property to
attend to, and I'm already late

Uh, sure.

But we may need to
talk to you again,

so can I grab a phone number?

028-917-4350.

Thanks.

Well, seems like nobody
wants to talk to us today.

Mm.

We have access to the
ceiling space upstairs.

Ah.

You'll need this.

Ah, thanks.

Are you all right with this?

Why wouldn't I be?

Oh, you know, your
relationship with anything

higher than half a
meter off the ground.

You exaggerate.

You know, my father
fell off a ladder once.

Really messed up his shoulder.

Thanks for that.

He never was quite
the same after that.

Sort of walked a
bit like Quasimodo.

Shut up.

Gina.

Oh.

Good morning, Mike.

You know, this could almost
be an art installation,

"Man on Floor with
Shattered Glass."

Yep, that's one way
of looking at it.

There is an old Russian
saying that comes to mind.

Sometimes the angels let things
fall from heaven to remind

us that we are not immortal.

So some angels are homicidal?

In Russia, yes.

Oh.

We need to know the
cause of death, ASAP.

The victim's wife says
it was accidental.

I need to be sure.

You and I both know
there are no such things

in life as accidents, Mike.

Ah, I'll leave you to it.

Hm.

Hell of a coincidence that
the victim just happened

to be standing in the right
spot for the chandelier

to fall on him.

And at just the right time.

I'll look into
Jeremy and Susanna's

backgrounds, financial position,

check if there are any flags.

Great.

How'd you go with cone boy?

The fire service guys
got him down safely.

Huh.

Any insights?

He said it was a dare.

That's all it was.

Some old mates visiting
from out of town.

Putting cones on tall
things is something

we used to do in our youth.

And the sign?

Oh.

Just part of the joke.

It's quite a dangerous joke.

Look, I've done better
in life than my mates.

This is just a way to
cut me down to size.

Yeah, do you want me to charge

him with public nuisance?

Oh, as long as he contributes
to the fire service call out,

let's leave it.

Hey, any sign of
these mates of his?

No.

Funny, that.

You'd think they'd stick around
to see how the dare turned out.

You would.

Mm.

Yeah?

Okay, so Jeremy Sterling
was the chief executive

of a local construction
company, JSJ.

Susanna is his second wife.

Yeah.

Any children?

Both in their 20s.

The son, Alan, is
working in China.

The daughter, Grace, was
harder to track down,

but her last known
address is Auckland.

Jeremy's company has got
into some financial strife

and is on the verge of collapse.

Which may mean angry creditors.

Do you want us to keep digging?

Uh, get a jump on things while

we wait for the post-mortem.

Oh, excuse me, detectives?

Mrs. Baker.

- You have to come outside.
- Because?

There are things happening on
the street you'll want to see.

What things?

Things.

Well, can't you
just... no, okay.

There, see?

What's she doing.

Giving stuff away?

It's jewelry.

Not her, him.

Is he...

Naked.

I believe he is.

I told you you'd
want to see that.

I don't want to see that.

- Thank you.
- Wow.

That's really nice.

Excuse me.

Detective Kristin
Sims, Brokenwood CIB.

Good morning, Detective.

Elisabeth Allan.

Elisabeth, um, can I ask
what it is you're doing?

This is a lovely piece.

Thank you.

I'm just giving away
some old bits and pieces

that I don't need anymore.

Oh, that's very generous of you.

Not really.

I've got so much
more than I need.

There's no law against
that, is there?

So this jewelry, it
all belongs to you?

Oh, of course.

None of it is
particularly valuable.

Most of it's costume jewelry.

Okay, so you're not
under any kind of duress?

Good god, no.

Why would you think that?

Oh, look.

This one's yours,
if you want it.

It would look lovely on you.

Oh, thank you, but no.

Oh, well, if you're
not going to, may I?

Be rude not to.

Oh.

Detective Constable
Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.

You are?

Lawrence Treadgold.

Lawrence.

Okay, Lawrence,
what are you doing?

Making a statement.

I can see that.

Here, cover yourself.

You're aware you're
committing an offense?

Indecent exposure
in a public space.

I need you to come
into the station

and answer some questions.

May I call my wife?

Sure.

And tell her to bring
in some clothes.

I knew this would happen.

What was that?

Nothing.

All right.

Just right there will do.

All right, just
head through there.

Uh, actually, Sergeant,
could you get that to dry

cleaning, please?

Anything I need to know?

Oh, just a spot of
nude tractor driving.

Huh.

Of course.

Well, good luck.

Uh, nude except for
a sign on his back.

"Greed is bad."

All right then.

Keep me posted.

Have a seat.

Look, um, driving a tractor
on the street's not illegal.

And I know that for a fact.

It is when you're naked.

Lawrence, you seem to
be a respectable person.

I'm not a pervert, if
that's what you mean?

An exhibitionist, perhaps?

That's better than
what I usually get.

Meaning?

Look, I have issues.

Yeah, you do.

I'm American.

I won't hold that against you.

And I'm an accountant.

I mean, people make lots
of jokes about accountants,

but American accountants?

We're...
- Lawrence...

the worst, some of the most...

what the hell were you doing?

I'm getting to that.

So all the jokes about
accountants being boring

are true.

Well, in my case, at least.

So I don't know, just
for once in my life,

I wanted to do something
crazy, you know, just something

completely out of character.

So I moved to Brokenwood...

Took off your clothes
and mounted a tractor.

Mission accomplished.

What about the sign,
"greed is bad"?

It's my credo.

The thing is, we've
come across other people

with the same phrase
on their persons.

Were they naked?

No, they weren't naked.

Outside, you said you
knew this would happen.

What did you mean by that?

That the, uh, police
would interfere.

Were you pressured into this?

Absolutely not.

From now on, Lawrence, if
you want to keep out of jail,

keep your clothes on.

It's fine.

Nothing to worry about.

Can I speak to
Detective Sims, please?

Mrs. Baker.

More excitement?

Did that hoity-toity woman
say that the jewelry she was

handing out wasn't valuable?

Hoity-toity?

Well, she came across
as Lady Bountiful,

but she wasn't
telling the truth.

This is really valuable.

Take it from me.

Why do you think it's valuable?

Well, as it happens, my
father was a jeweler.

The real McCoy, not
a back-street trader.

Although he was trading in the
back streets, as it turns out,

but not in jewelry.

Heartbreaking for Mum.

Anyway, he taught me a lot
about buying and selling,

spotting the knockoffs
from the real thing.

Mrs. Baker...

This bracelet is the real deal.

Garnets, diamonds, white gold.

It'll be worth thousands.

Okay.

I'll get it looked at.

Please do.

And you can't trust a word
that woman Elisabeth says.

She is, as my father would
say... and he would know...

as dodgy as a two-bob watch.

What the hell is going
on with these people?

A tree climber, a naked
tractor driver, and a woman

dishing out free jewelry.

All bearing the same
phrase, "greed is bad."

Leave it to uniform branch.

I want to focus on
the Sterling death.

Are you calling it a homicide?

Still waiting on Gina.

Uh, the thing is, all
of this weird behavior

is obviously connected.

To our dead guy?

Well, not at this stage, but...

Do they have anything in common?

They all seem to be well off.

Yeah, and they're all being
pressured into it, somehow,

surely, even though
they're denying it.

All right, stick
with it, for now.

Hello, Mike.

Uh, any progress?

Come, if you must.

I'll be right there.

Hm.

Yeah, just a quick
indication, nothing...

Sam, I'm just after
some follow-up details.

Bona fide or junk?

Yeah, we can meet
there for sure.

- Great, thanks.
- See you then.

Thanks.

Uh, have either of
you moved my car?

What?

Why would we move your car?

We would never move your car
without explicit instruction.

Right.

Are you sure it's not out there?

Am I sure that my car is
not where I parked it?

Well, this is definitely
where you parked it.

It's where I always park it.

Oh.

Did you by any chance
leave your keys in it?

I might have done.

Well, whoever did
this is pretty bold.

Yeah, boldly tired of living.

They'll be on CCTV.

Or not.

You guys get on with
what you're doing.

I'll deal with this.

You know how much that
car means to him, right?

I do.

It's not necessarily
rational, but it is true.

So until it's found, the Earth
is spinning off its axis.

Get a 10-1 out.

Uh, and I'll need a
replacement vehicle.

Will do.

Oh, thanks.

What?

What do you want?

Happy?

I already told you,
it was just a dare.

Dumb guy stuff.

Do you recognize this person?

Who is he?

A man who was wearing
the same phrase,

"greed is bad," while being
involved in unusual behavior.

We know of one other
person, as well.

So it was all a coincidence?

Well, I don't know these
people, so I can't comment.

Okay, I need the contact details

for these friends of yours so I
can check your story with them.

They'll vouch for me.

Then you have nothing
to worry about.

Are you gonna charge
me with anything?

Not at this stage.

Because I haven't
done anything illegal,

which means I don't need
to answer your questions.

Who's pressuring you, Sam?

- Sir.
- Yeah, Todd, you good?

Yeah. Pretty good.

Yeah.

Todd.

Sam Hewlet, you know him?

No, no.

I've just done some
handyman stuff for him.

In your rent-a-hubby capacity?

Whoa, don't call me that.

Touchy subject.

A mate of mine did
that a while ago,

and he got a call to
go to a lady's house.

And she made it pretty
clear what kind of work

she wanted done.

I mean, she was old,
man, like, in her 40s.

What sort of work did
Sam Hewlet want done?

Just to fix a
window at his house.

Looked like his place
had been broken into.

Do you have any
photos of the damage?

Yeah, but I can't show you them.

Privacy and all that, right?

What if I was looking
for examples of your work

as a rent-a-hubby?

Whoa!

Okay, okay, okay.

I'll flick them to you, if
you stop calling me that.

As soon as you can.

Thanks, Todd.

Do you want photos of
the others, as well?

What?

Gina.

Please, Mike.

Seriously, Gina.

Do you have a time of death yet?

Yet?

You make it sound like
I'm taking too long.

I'm sure you're only taking
as long as you need, but...

Between 7:00 and
8:15 this morning.

And the cause was a head injury?

Of course.

And the head injury was
from the chandelier?

Mike, I won't be rushed.

I'm not rushing you,
but I do need to know.

Mike, we all need to know.

If we don't need
to know, then what

is the point of finding out?

Apologies, Gina.

So there's nothing
more you can tell me?

Not at this moment.

But you do have an idea?

Of course.

I have them all the time.

They are always excellent.

Uh, fair to say he was killed
by a falling chandelier?

Yes, and maybe not.

So the victim was
struck on the head

by a chandelier
and something else?

Possibly.

Such as?

I don't know yet.

The damage caused by the
chandelier is extensive.

It covers a significant
area of the skull,

but there is a small element
of the pattern of the wounding

off to one side that
doesn't match the rest.

This other wounding
happened prior to that

caused by the chandelier?

Most definitely, but
I cannot say for sure.

Thanks, Gina.

I look forward to
hearing more from you.

Rum and Coke.

Thanks.

What can I get you?

Oh, hi.

Hi, it's Lena, isn't it?

I work here now.

I take it that's why
you're behind the bar.

Ever since Chad died,
I've been looking

for purpose in my life.

And you found it here.

What of it?

She's over 18.

Oh, I'm sure she
is, otherwise, she

wouldn't be serving alcohol.

Mind if I put up one
of these somewhere?

Mike Shepherd's
had his car nicked?

A cop got his car stolen?

Yep.

Do you know anything about it?

No, but wait.

Isn't that, like,
you know that thing,

where it's weird but a bit funny

that two things have happened?

Ironic?

Is that the word you're after?

Yes, that's ironic, isn't it?

Some might say it's karma.

For what?

Throwing the weight
of the law around.

Sometimes the
oppressed fight back.

Or it could just be
some young, dumb buck

not thinking before acting.

No offense, Lena.

It would be ironic
if I was offended.

Would it?

Well, given I'm not a buck.

Uh, tell Detective Shepherd
we're very sorry for his loss.

Uh, Trudy.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about this, would you?

Would I be that stupid?

Okay, well, thanks.

Detective?

Lena?

Pouring drinks isn't
my true calling.

Oh, okay.

Well, I hope you find
what you're looking...

I'll keep my ear to the ground.

I don't know what you want.

Modern cars all do that.

What?

Talk to you.

Oh.

I see your trusty
steed is not with you.

No.

Someone's nicked it, right?

How do you know?

Detective Sims just
dropped this off.

And I saw it, about an hour ago.

You've seen the Kingswood?

Yep.

Where was it?

Out there on the
highway, heading west.

How do you know it was stolen?

Because you weren't driving it.

Did you see who was driving it?

Not really.

Whoever it was, they
were wearing a hoodie.

And they were going really fast.

They were really thrashing
the old girl, actually.

Well, why didn't you report it?

I've been busy, man.

I'm... I'm reporting
it to you now.

So they were out
there heading west.

Any other info?

No, sorry.

But on the house, for
a man who is grieving.

Hm.

Thanks.

So Jeremy Sterling
suffered a head

wound prior to the
chandelier dropping on him.

Any further link to
these other three?

Well, I've checked
their financials.

Lawrence Treadgold, Elisabeth
Allan, and Sam Hewlet

are all doing pretty
well for themselves.

I also talked to Todd Taylor.

He's done repair work
for the three of them.

And coincidentally,
they've all had

their homes broken
into recently,

either broken windows
or forced doors.

There was a broken window at
the Sterling house, as well.

These people all had
their homes broken into

and subsequently
behaved bizarrely.

Are they victims of blackmail?

Yeah, well, that would explain

Susanna's defensive attitude.

Let's see if the others
have CCTV in their homes.

I'll check with
Lawrence and Sam.

And I'll bring Elisabeth in.

Put some more pressure on.

Thanks for the wanted
posters, by the way.

Oh, has someone
spotted the Kingswood?

- Frodo.
- Well, that's good news.

Mm. It'll turn up.

It's pretty...

Distinctive.

Yeah.

And it's not
everyone's cup of tea.

Let's face it.

I guess not.

Undesirable.

Young people these days, they
want fast, modern, Bluetooth.

Plus it's manual, so
they probably don't

even know how to drive it.

They'll shred the gears.

Oh, no.

He's shut his door.

Yeah, he's feeling it.

The thing is, though,
it's just a car.

No, it's more than that.

And deep down, he knows
he's never getting it back.

But you've got to hold out hope.

Oh, come on.

Classic car like that is
targeted by organized gangs

so they can chop them up
and sell them for parts.

You know that.

Yeah, I do, but I'm not
saying that out loud.

Well, buckle yourself in.

Dark clouds are descending.

What do you want, Detective?

Hi.

There have been
some developments

in the investigation that I'd
like to talk through with you.

I see.

I haven't got long.

Can you think of anyone
harboring a grievance

towards your husband?

Jeremy's death was an
accident, Detective.

I was there.

I saw it happen.

The moment it happened?

I walked in, and there he was.

What can you tell me about
Jeremy's business dealings?

He was a successful businessman,

but unforeseen factors
went against him.

And as such, there may have been

people who felt hard
done by, but not

enough to want to kill him.

It's my understanding
that the receivers

were about to be called in.

And he was confident he could
work his way through that.

Does the phrase "greed is
bad" mean anything to you?

No, should it?

Has your house been
burgled recently?

Detective, please.

I found my husband
dead this morning.

Do you really need
to go on like this?

As I said, my time is limited.

It's just I noticed you
had a broken window.

I thought perhaps...

Yeah, that was the
gardener's fault.

The lawn mower threw up a stone.

Oh.

Sam.

Come in.

Hello again.

For a moment there, I
thought you were an arborist.

Thank you for coming in.

Did I have a choice?

So why were you giving
away jewelry on the street?

The pieces were
of no great value.

Well, I had one of the
pieces checked out.

It was conservatively
priced at $9,000.

The jewelry was of
no great value to me.

I've been what people
call wealthy all my life.

My entire family was
obsessed with money,

acquiring it, displaying it, to
the exclusion of anything else.

So money has never
brought you any happiness?

Never.

So I decided to give away
some of my collection

to people who might find more
happiness with them than I did.

Well, that's very admirable.

The problem is that we have
reports of other people

behaving oddly, wearing the
same phrase on their backs

as you were.

Have you been broken
into recently?

Who told you that?

Have you?

All right.

Yes.

Was anything taken?

Why am I here?

You are assisting us
with our investigation.

Do you have security
cameras in your house?

I do.

Okay.

We will need to
review that footage.

I'll talk to my
security company,

but you won't find anything.

You seem very
certain about that.

I'm also certain that I won't
be speaking with you again

without my solicitor present.

May I go?

Now, the repairman came to
look at that about a week ago,

but he's waiting on a
replacement lock barrel.

Did he tell you
about the break in?

We're investigating
other people's homes

that have been broken into.

I'd like to see the
footage from that.

And that.

Is that necessary?

Do you want us to find
whoever broke into your home?

Of course.

But there's a matter of privacy.

Burglars didn't adhere to
that, though, did they?

Well, unfortunately, I,
uh, erase the footage

at the end of each week.

So the material from
that day is gone, sadly.

Hm.

You have an alarm
system in the house?

Yes, but it was disarmed.

Who has access to the code?

People that work for me.

You have a cleaner?

Yes.

Marie?

I don't know who that is.

Okay, Lawrence, uh, you
need to get me the drive

with all the CCTV footage.

But as I said...

I know what you said.

I'd like to have a
look at it anyway.

Why break into people's
houses if you're

not gonna take anything?

Our burglary victims
do have something

interesting in common.

They're all facing accusations
of financial impropriety.

To what extent?

Well, about 18
months ago, Elisabeth

was accused of knowingly
buying a painting

from an elderly widow for a
lot less than it was worth.

Lawrence Treadgold
suddenly resigned his seat

on local council
without giving a reason.

But questions arose
about him pressuring

employees of the council.

And Sam Hewlet, he
exited his last employer

under clouds of accusations
about dodgy dealings.

And we know that
Jeremy was facing

similar accusations over
the failure of his company.

Maybe our guys
went after Jeremy,

and he refused to play along?

And things went sideways?

But if that's what happened, why

won't Susanna talk about it?

Maybe for the same
reason that she's

put her house on the market.

She's about to cut and run.

Mike Shepherd.

CCTV?

Yeah, Lawrence's.

Nothing so far.

Understood.

Okay, thanks.

Forensics.

There's no sign of
any deterioration

of the ceiling materials
at the Sterling house.

And no fingerprints either.

No.

So the chandelier had
some help in falling.

However it happened, it
was designed to disguise

how Jeremy actually died.

Premeditated by someone who had

prior knowledge of the house.

Hey, um... no more
sightings of the Kingswood?

Ah.

Um, well, just so
you know, I'm...

I'm really sorry
that that's happened.

It'll come back.

Yeah, for sure. I know.

But...

It's just a car.

Mm, is it?

Because you've had that
car for a really long time.

I have.

Five wives, but only one car.

Are you suggesting that my
relationship with my car

is better than with women?

No.

No, I mean... well,
in a way, that car

is like your sixth wife.

That's how important
it is to you.

So you're saying
I'm like Henry VIII?

For the record, I didn't
behead any of my wives.

I'm going to stop now.

Probably for the best.

Got him.

What have you got?

Lawrence did try to
erase the footage,

but he didn't do
a very good job.

And there they are.

Is that the only
image we've got?

Yeah.

Can you zoom in?

Mm-hmm.

They look young.

Do you guys recognize them?

No.

Uh, the woman, that might
be Marie, the cleaner

from the Sterling house.

Which would explain how they
got access to the houses.

If she could get in,
then why break in?

Maybe too obvious?

Without the break ins, it
would be too easy to point

the finger at her.

Marie gave me her number.

I could give her a
call and try to get

her in for some questions.

So potentially, they are getting

into rich people's houses
and finding incriminating

information or documents.

Then blackmailing
them into publicly

humiliating themselves.

And if they did the
same method with Jeremy,

but he didn't play along...

So they could have been
involved in his death.

We need to place them
at the Sterling house.

That number Marie gave me
is not currently active

or is invalid.

Let's pick this up first thing.

Prepare a search warrant and
see if we can locate her.

Oh, I'm sorry about before.

Go home.

Yeah.

Mike Shepherd.

Who is this?

Never you mind, Mr. Copper.

If you want that
car of yours back,

you'll need to go have a look
around the Brokenwood Fishing

Club.

♪ I've been thinking
about you, Lord ♪

♪ But I'm drifting away

♪ I've been drinking alone
with someone I don't know ♪

♪ Now I've lost the
only way back home ♪

♪ Now I've lost the
only way back home ♪

♪ Now I've lost the
only way back home ♪

Why am I here, again?

The CCTV footage that you gave

us revealed the presence of
three intruders in your home.

That's not possible.

What did they take?

Nothing.

So you admit they
were in the house?

What happened, Lawrence?

Why did you cover
up the burglary?

I didn't.

You need to tell us
who these people are.

I can't do that.

Why not?

I just can't.

What caused you to
resign from the council?

That's nothing to do with this.

The people that
broke into your home,

did they threaten to
expose the details

behind your resignation?

Why would they even
know about that?

You tell us, Lawrence.

You were blackmailed
into driving

naked on the Main Street.

Whatever they have on you must
be something of significance.

I can't help you any
further with this.

Sam, if you could
raise it by 50,

I'll countersign as
soon as you present.

Thanks.

Good morning.

I'm just trying to locate
Marie Edmund, your cleaner?

Why?

Is she in trouble?

We just think that
she can help us.

Yeah, that's the
number we have for her,

but it's not connected.

Do you have an address?

I'm afraid not.

Anything else you can
tell me about her?

Not really.

She seemed perfectly nice.

Okay.

Is that it?

Yeah, thanks anyway.

Uh, your broken window.

You mentioned to a
colleague that your gardener

was responsible.

Yes.

We have reason to believe
you were broken into.

Well, if that were true,
I would have reported it.

Gina.

Mike.

This, uh, looks interesting.

Research.

I have been
attempting to identify

the source of the wound
on the victim's head.

And I have a result.

And I thought you
weren't getting anywhere.

Why would you think that?

Have a look at this.

And now compare this to that.

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Well, the texture of the
clay is different, obviously,

but the markings in
both cases are the same.

Correct.

So this wound was
inflicted with the cricket

bat prior to the
chandelier falling on him?

Correct again.

My interest in this was
definitely aroused, Mike.

I'm sorry I was too
slow to my conclusion.

Not at all.

Mike Shepherd.

Me again.

Car theft is a serious offense.

Not if you can't catch me.

I suggest you leave it
somewhere, undamaged,

before you get caught.

Oh, that wouldn't be any fun.

How do I know
you've even got it?

The reggo date is
the 24th of March,

2024.

Okay, so where is it?

You're gonna have to figure

that out for yourself.

How do you mean?

The Kingswood hasn't gone far.

In fact, it's much closer
to you than you might think.

All you have to do
is figure out where.

You're a D. You're good
at that, aren't you?

Mr. Hewlet.

Really?

I've got an open home
that's about to start.

I won't be a minute.

Look, charge me with
something or leave me alone.

Can you confirm who
your cleaner is?

How is that any
of your business?

That question relates to
a homicide investigation.

I told you, I haven't
done anything illegal.

Are you sure about that?

If you can tell us how to get
in touch with Marie, how we can

find her, we could
consider being

discreet about any
other information we

uncover, perhaps in relation
to your previous real

estate dealings.

I don't have anything to hide.

She won't know the
information came from you.

Okay.

Wait.

It was an anonymous tip-off.

The point is, the car is
still somewhere in Brokenwood.

Tell the guys to
keep an eye out.

Could be anywhere.

Copy that.

Good news?

Uh, not really.

But Gina has determined
that the wound that Jeremy

sustained prior
to the chandelier

was caused by a cricket bat.

Hm.

Okay.

Well, I reached out
to Jeremy's son.

He's working in China,
establishing a craft

brewery, so not much help.

And the daughter, Grace,
seems to have gone to ground.

Mm.

Did, um, Jeremy have a will?

Uh, yeah.

Cash bequests to both children,
but most of his assets

would go to Susanna.

Well, given his
impending bankruptcy,

did his assets have any value?

And how did Susanna
feel about that?

You think she married
him for his money?

Maybe.

Apparently, for some, it does
make the heart grow fonder.

Hm.

What the...

What have you done?

What?

You heard me.

What are you talking about?

I always knew you
were a dopey bugger,

but until now, I didn't
realize the true depths

of your stupidity.

Truds...

How could you do
something that stupid?

You may think that
you're making sense,

but you're really not.

You're actually
pretending you don't know

what I'm talking about.

I don't have the tiniest clue.

Around the side by
the wheelie bins.

Go and have a look.

Go and have a look!

Go!

Sam told me where to find Marie.

Did you get an address?

He dropped her home
one night after she'd

been cleaning his place
and her car wouldn't start.

Oh, bugger me.

Well?

I had nothing to do with this.

So how did it get here?

I don't know!

You sure about that?

Are you accusing me of
stealing Mike Shepherd's car?

Why would I do that?

Well, somebody did.

Somebody that wasn't me.

But will the cops believe that?

Do you want to go
around the side?

Yeah.

Hello?

Detective Kristin
Sims, Brokenwood CIB.

Anyone home?

No one's been here in ages.

Fake phone number.

Fake address.

Is Marie even her real name?

Well, whoever she is, she really

doesn't want to be found.

She's playing needle
in a haystack.

You've met her before, right?

You'd know if you saw her?

If I saw her, yeah.

But that would
mean I'd found her.

So we build an Identikit
picture and ask around.

Oh, god.

Does that mean I have to go
upstairs and sit with Nigel?

Just because he
doesn't get out much

doesn't mean he's not an artist.

Slender, dark hair,
19, 20, you say?

Take your pick, I reckon.

Thanks, Frodo.

I hate my life.

Slender, dark hair,
dark complexion.

Is there something
I should know?

No, that's not me.

That's not, is it?

No, Lena, that's not you.

She goes by the name of Marie.

What about that friend of yours

that was causing
trouble yesterday?

What friend?

Uh, she wasn't a friend.

Oh, she had attitude, though.

But she doesn't look like that.

Are you sure?

To be fair, nobody
looks like that.

Are we done?

I'd appreciate you not
harassing my staff.

Sure.

Thanks for your help,
as always, Trudy.

Wait.

Marie?

She did come in here yesterday.

I just didn't want
Trudy to think

I was mixed up in anything.

Is this Detective
Shepherd's car?

Yep.

Someone's nicked it.

Someone's got a sense of humor.

Or a death wish.

Mm.

When you get the
chance, why don't you

pop some beer in that?

Give me strength.

What did I tell you?

I was right, wasn't I?

They did have it coming.

Speaking truth to power,
that's what we do.

Their money makes them think
they're outside of the law.

And we're here to
prove them wrong.

Totally.

Let's go.

Are you sure?

It'll be fine.

Ta.

Whoa.

Hey!

What?

You need to pay for
that last round.

What?

I think we did.

No.

Come on, guys.

Pay up or I'll lose my job.

Would that be such a bad thing?

I only just started, so yes.

Think of it as a gift.

We don't pay and you will
be freed from the oppressive

management structure.

Maybe I like being oppressed.

At least I get paid for it.

Just pay what you owe us.

This is such bullshit.

Here you go.

Happy?

I don't want to see your
faces in here again.

Or what?

Hm?

You call the cops?

Careful what you wish for.

I'm sure they'd love a
good poke around here.

Get out.

Yeah, that's her, Lena.

When and where did you meet her?

Well, she shares a place
out in the country.

I went to a party there.

I went with this guy whose
nickname was Egg, which

I should have seen
as a sign because he

turned out to be a total...

Pig?

Yes.

And it was way too
soon after Chad.

Do you remember where
this house was exactly?

Mm, it was really dark, and
I had done some preloading.

But there were these pine trees
down one side of the road.

Oh, and I remember there was
this weird rooster letterbox,

which is ironic, right?

Because?

I was with a guy called Egg.

Roosters don't lay eggs.

♪ I want a pretty pony

♪ I want two new tires

♪ I want a big bag

♪ I want a love that lasts

♪ I want someone to hug me

♪ I want a lit cigarette

♪ I want cowboy boots
with a nice hat ♪

♪ I want to win real
big at the casino ♪

♪ I want to get
away with murder ♪

♪ I want you to
leave me alone ♪

I've got a funny feeling.

Hi, I'm DSS Mike Shepherd,
and this is our warrant.

I'm looking for Marie Edmund?

Isobel.

Guys, it's the cops.

♪ I won't stand

Stop!

♪ I won't stand for it

Stop, I said.

Hey, this is police brutality.

Apologies.

I didn't realize you were
such a delicate flower.

What the hell is this?

We need to talk to you
about a recent homicide.

That has nothing to do with us.

Oh, yeah. That's why
you tried to escape.

Come on.

Yeah, you too.

♪ Lots of money

♪ I want lots of money

We haven't done
anything illegal.

Apart from breaking
into people's houses

and coercing them into
actions against their will.

You have no proof of that.

Uh, we have CCTV footage
of the three of you

inside one of the houses.

And you can prove that it's us?

You have the necessary materials

to make the signs that the
blackmail victims carried.

Some marker pens.

I reckon you're gonna need
more than that, Detective.

I couldn't help noticing
that your curtains

have seen better days.

No cricket bat.

No, but their, uh, curtains
need some maintenance.

The material of this
sign matches the curtain

lining in your flat.

Circumstantial.

You're gonna need those
people to place us

at the scene of the
burglaries, and they're

not gonna tell you anything.

Because if they do, they
will suffer the consequences.

If you say so.

Will talked us into
committing the first break in.

And from then on, he
held that over us.

You're saying he manipulated
you all along the way?

Well, I didn't want
to do any of that.

I wanted to get out.

But he said that he'd
report me if we didn't

keep going along with him.

Mm-hmm.

But surely, if he outed you,
he'd be incriminating himself.

He'd be putting himself at
the scene of those crimes.

So let's try this
again, shall we?

With less of the
victim-accomplice thing.

How long have you
known Will and Marie?

I met Marie first, and then
they needed a flatmate.

And your full name
is Isobel Wilson?

Yes.

Can't find any
trace of you online.

I don't have a criminal
record or anything.

I have a license.

Would that help?

Can I see it?

It's in my bag,
back at the house.

Do you have any
other form of ID?

I have a debit card,
but it's in the bag.

Which is at home.

Yeah.

I'm interested in the fact
that the people you targeted

are Lawrence
Treadgold, Elisabeth

Allan, Sam Hewlet, Jeremy...

Who?

All could be
described as well off.

Is that a coincidence?

Is what a coincidence?

What's the appeal?

Look, I've never met
any of these people.

But if someone is
giving them a hard time,

maybe they deserve it.

Hm?

Because we all hate
the rich, don't we?

Nobody ever got rich by being
good to the people around them.

They accumulate money by
manipulating the system,

and the power they
get enables them

to behave however they like.

They corrupt
everything they touch.

And the politicians
bow down to them

and make their lives easier
than they already are.

And it's all at the
expense of the rest of us.

Don't we all want to see
them brought back to earth?

Hm?

See them pay for
what they've done?

I'm interested in your
actions, not your opinions.

We know that the
three of you broke

into those people's houses.

We have CCTV evidence of it.

What we're really interested in
is what happened when you broke

into Jeremy Sterling's house.

We were never there.

Did you take the same
approach with him

as you did the others?

Did he resist?

Did he refuse to play ball?

We were never in that house.

Jeremy Sterling was a rich guy

whose business was in trouble.

He'd certainly make an ideal
target for your crusade.

Mm.

Ah, except we were never there.

You can't prove we were.

Of course they were
in Jeremy's house.

The other break-ins
were just a rehearsal.

Jeremy was their main
target from the beginning.

And what was your
role in the group?

You know in heist movies,
there's the hacker character

that magically gets
into people's accounts

online and finds out
all kinds of stuff?

So you helped him
locate rich people

with potentially criminal
activity in their past?

Pretty much.

Although the burglaries
confirmed it.

How?

Either by documents
we found or these guys

admitting what they'd done.

And what did Jeremy
do in his past?

He'd done some really dodgy
stuff in the lead-up to his

company going bust, stashing
funds away rather than

paying subbies and suppliers.

You're being very open
about all of this.

Might as well.

It's all over, isn't it?

Why did you get involved
with Will and Marie?

Dunno, really.

I was bored, and
I hate the rich.

And you're saying you
didn't go to Jeremy's house?

I didn't like the sound of it.

The first time they went,
Jeremy wouldn't play along.

When Will and Marie
decided to go back,

there was no way I
was going with them.

They broke in twice?

Well, the first time they did.

The second time, they just
walked in the front door.

What did Will say he was
going to do to Jeremy?

All he said is that he was going

to apply some more pressure.

Are you saying Will
intended to use violence?

What I do know is that
Will said he wasn't

gonna take no for an answer.

Well, Isobel's saying that
Will and Marie were definitely

at the Sterling house.

Did you believe her?

Yeah, I'm not sure.

She was pretty keen to talk.

So the question is,
could these guys,

either individually
or as a group,

be responsible for
Jeremy's death?

Well, Will makes no
secret of the fact

that he hates the rich.

What about Marie?

She's deceptive.

She's good at
playing the victim,

even though she clearly
isn't, so yeah, possibly.

And Isobel?

If she's lying about the
involvement of the others,

what else is she covering up?

Let's hold these
three in overnight.

See if our hospitality can
help refresh their memories.

Detective.

Hello.

We have three
suspects in custody,

but our investigation
is stalled until we

can positively ID them.

Would you be willing to do that?

I'm afraid not.

These people came to your
home, and they blackmailed you.

Elisabeth, these
people are dangerous.

We need your help.

There are other victims?

Yes.

You'll have to ask them.

What exactly do they...

I wish I could help you.

I really do.

But I just can't.

These are suspects
in a homicide.

So you said.

That doesn't concern you?

I could lose everything.

You can see yourselves out.

So is he frightened or
does he just not care?

Yeah, a bit of both, I suppose.

Reputation means a
lot to these people.

When I interviewed Isobel, she
couldn't provide any proper ID.

I can't find much of a
footprint online either.

What are you doing?

Going to the pub.

Works for me.

Ray?

I'm working.

I reckon I know who hid
that bloody car here.

Oh, so now you don't
think I did it.

You remember the other day I
told you about those kids who

tried to leave without paying?

You think it was them?

Real screw-you
attitude, little punks.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna take it back to
the cop shop, tell them

what happened.

You can't do that.

Why not?

Because he'll
think you nicked it

and then changed your mind.

No, he won't.

Look, you already have
a rep for being dodgy.

Do you want to make it worse?

That's a terrible thing to say.

Ah, hell's bells,
they're onto us.

You're on your own, Ray.

Oh, well, thanks, Sis.

Officers.

Hi, Ray.

Lovely day for it.

For what?

For spring growth.

Hey, have I shown you the new
patio area around this side

of the building?

We're here to talk to Lena.

Oh, good.

Well, don't let me hold you up.

In you go.

Uh, the party you
mentioned at Marie's place,

did you remember meeting
someone named Isobel?

We think she may have been
a friend of Marie's from

school, maybe?

Well, I was in a friend
group with Marie,

back in the day with
Peppa and Charlie

and Kelly, who was
kind of the leader.

Kelly was so cool.

But no Isobel?

No, I don't think so.

You said Kelly was the leader?

Yeah.

Oh, hang on.

There was this weird
girl, kind of a loner.

She used to hang out
with Kelly sometimes.

And they went to
Auckland Uni together.

Do you remember
this friend's name?

Do you know Kelly's surname?

Gregg.

Kelly Gregg.

And that's what you call...

Irony?

No, I don't think so.

No, keeping my
ear to the ground.

Oh.

Yeah.

Thanks, Lena.

Ss...

All good, boss?

Indeed.

Any luck out there?

Senior.

Have you had a change of heart?

Something like that.

Please, take a seat.

How about you start
at the beginning?

I'm a dealer in
antiques and fine arts.

That has been my life
for over 20 years.

The night those people
came to my house,

I had to drive my
partner to the airport

for a business trip.

While I was out,
they broke a window

and got into my home office.

They were waiting for
me when I got home.

Get the hell out of my house!

You really don't need
to panic, Elisabeth.

We mean you no harm.

What do you want?

Or should I say how much?

Not everyone is as obsessed
with money as you are.

What do you want?

About a year ago, you purchased

a painting from an elderly
widow, Mrs. Mary Bancroft.

You paid $150 for
a painting entitled

"Sunset Over Westland."

It was painted in the late 18th
century by an English colonial

artist named Joshua Goldsmith.

What you knew and Mary
didn't, sadly for her,

is that Joshua
Goldsmith has become

a very collectible artist.

Having purchased the painting
from Mary for that paltry sum,

four months later, you
sold it for 56 grand.

That's a sad story.

It's a pity it's not true.

Really?

The previous year,
you sold another

of Goldsmith's
paintings, a smaller

and inferior one, for 47 grand
to the same private buyer.

There is no way you didn't know

the value of Mary's painting.

Even if there was a grain of
truth in what you're saying,

you can't prove it.

Really?

We actually found
these in your files...

a receipt you gave to Mary for
the painting and the evaluation

you had done a week earlier
for the painting, which

indicates its true value.

It's time to pay the
price for your greed.

No, please.

They're my mother's!

Was she a rich cow, too?

Hmm?

They told you to give
away your jewelry?

In public, wearing the sign.

Otherwise, they would
leak it to the media

and ruin my professional
reputation and my livelihood.

Apologies for interrupting.

You need to see this.

Excuse us a moment.

I've been looking at
Kelly Gregg's socials.

I found a photo of her with a
friend who calls herself Grace.

Wow.

Exactly.

Grace is the name of
Jeremy Sterling's daughter.

So why is she calling
herself Isobel?

I have never closed a
deal that quickly before.

Please.

Ah, give it to
someone who can drink.

Thanks again.

You've sold your house.

Staying here is
impossible for me.

Surely you can understand that.

I need to ask you about Grace.

Okay.

Grace and I are not close.

Well, we have reason to
believe that she's in the area

and is involved in
some illegal activity.

I haven't seen her in years.

Susanna, we have definitive
proof that your husband

was murdered.

And your lack of willingness to
assist us on this investigation

is starting to raise questions.

Is that a threat?

Can you please just tell
me more about Grace?

Uh, Jeremy and I met
when I was working

on a building project of his.

It was a slow-burn
thing because he

was older and
married at the time,

which was an issue for me.

But we became friends,
and eventually,

um, it became something else.

He left his wife for you.

The divorce was incredibly ugly.

And that affected your
ability to have any sort

of relationship with Grace.

She and Jeremy had
always been really close,

and she saw the
end of the marriage

and him taking up
with me as a betrayal.

To make things worse, 18
months later, his ex-wife died.

So you haven't seen Grace, even

though she lives in the area.

Yeah, I wasn't aware of that.

But she's never come
to see her father.

Not to my knowledge, no.

Jeremy's will, he left
everything to you.

There are substantial cash
bequests to both children.

But how much of that will
be left if his company

goes bankrupt?

Is that why you're
trying to sell the house,

to get the money
out of the country

before the liquidators move in?

I can't sit here while you
make unfounded accusations.

I've tried to help
you as much as I can.

Now, can you please leave?

Come on.

This way.

Here you go.

So what should we call you?

What do you mean?

Isobel or Grace?

Whatever.

Uh, what is your actual name?

Grace.

So why have you been
calling yourself Isobel?

Well, given what
we've been doing,

I thought it would be
better to use a fake name.

Tell us about your relationship

with your stepmother.

Why?

We've talked to her.

We'd like to hear
your side of it.

Things between us are fine.

You sure about that?

What did she tell you?

Like I said, we get on okay.

We're not bosom buddies, but I
don't have a problem with her.

She made my dad happy, and
that can't have been easy.

There's no bad
feeling between us.

We now have a witness
who is willing to testify

that you broke into her home
and then blackmailed her.

Bullshit.

We have a written
statement from her.

And that puts you in
the frame for the murder

of Jeremy Sterling.

We had nothing to do with that!

So you're saying
you've been in touch

with both your stepmother
and your father.

My dad more than Susanna.

I talked to him a
couple of days ago.

He told me he had
fears for his safety.

Uh, what exactly
did he say to you?

He'd got in trouble
with his business

and was potentially gonna
lose a lot of money,

maybe go bankrupt.

And Susanna hated that.

He told you that?

He said she was
incredibly angry with him.

Because he realized she only
married him for his money.

Totally.

See, the thing about Susanna
is she comes across all

sweet and nice, but I've
seen her when she loses it,

and she gets really crazy.

Like, really scary.

What about Lawrence?

You admit that you
broke into his home?

Yeah, okay.

Why did you target him?

What had he done?

He tried to corrupt
the council's

certification process
on a land development

that he was involved with.

And how did he do that?

He concealed the fact that he
was a part of the consortium

behind the project.

Then he tried to bribe two
of the council officers

to approve the project.

And Sam?

Sam was a real estate agent.

I need a bit more than that.

He sold a house to his
brother-in-law for a low figure

and neglected to tell his vendor

that he had a
personal relationship

with the purchaser.

And what happened with Jeremy?

Nothing.

We never broke into that house.

Do you have any
evidence that we did?

Did Grace want you guys
to target her father?

No?

He was a rich guy
caught up in a scandal.

And we have a witness that
says Grace's relationship

with him wasn't good.

It would have been too risky,
given their relationship.

But she did suggest it to you.

She was pushing us to do it.

You'll be facing
further charges.

You're not to
leave the district.

You haven't been
telling us the truth

about your relationship with
your father and his new wife.

Haven't I?

You resented Susanna and
your father getting together.

You blamed Susanna
for the breakup

of your parents' marriage
and for your mother's death.

Did she tell you that?

She's the one who kept us apart.

I kept trying to get in
touch with my father,

trying to see him.

And she always found a
way to get between us.

I thought you said things were

fine between you and Susanna.

She's trying to pin this on me.

Why would I kill my father?

I loved him.

He was all I had in the world.

And I wasn't even there.

But Will and Marie were.

I told you, they went
to the house without me.

Could they have
killed your father?

Look, Will did have an
anger management issue.

And he did take the
cricket bat with him.

Surprise, surprise.

We need you to come in
and answer some questions.

Is this about Grace?

In a way.

I'll get my keys.

You thinking about your car?

No, I was...

actually, I was.

Well, it's okay to be
sentimental sometimes.

Yeah, when I was 18, I had a
thing for a Triumph Bonneville

for a while until I
plowed into a power pole.

We broke up after that.

My second wife, she found

it advertised in the paper.

I didn't even want to buy it.

She made me.

A woman with good taste.

Yeah.

She passed away not
long after that.

Things you hold on to, eh?

Get everyone?

Yep.

Hey, bro.

Hey.

Hey, is it something I said?

Oh, no, no.

Just busting for a pee.

I'll be back in a minute.

Usual?

Yeah.

Oh, you're not in
a hurry, are you?

It takes a while to get
the flow going these days.

It's like a crop duster.

The scene's in a fine mess.

Oh, no way.

Hey, you gotta come outside.

Why?

I gotta show you something.

Just... just act natural.

This is Detective Shepherd's
prized and currently

stolen Kingswood.

Yeah.

The question is, what the
hell is it doing here?

Someone pinched it.

Yeah, but who?

And why would they
leave it here?

You don't think Ray did it?

I mean, would he do
something like that?

I don't know, would he?

He's a bit dodgy sometimes.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Whatever happened, we
have to tell the cops.

Well, hang on, hang on.

What if Ray didn't
pinch it and someone's

trying to pin it on him?

That's a possibility
we need to consider.

Yeah, we need to think
about this some more.

Yeah, I'll see you inside.

Yeah.

Ah, thank you for coming in.

Uh, was Jeremy's wealth a factor

in you agreeing to marry him?

No, it wasn't.

So when he ran into
financial trouble,

that wasn't a source of
tension between the two of you?

No.

When you became aware of the
recent break-ins in the area,

did you decide to
make it look like

the same thing had
happened at your place,

to arrange Jeremy's death?

You've been talking to Grace.

Susanna, uh, forgive me
if I've got this wrong,

but are you pregnant?

Yeah.

How far along are you?

11 weeks.

And Grace knows about this?

Yes, she does.

Can we get you anything else?

How did Grace find
out about the baby?

The day before he died, Jeremy

rang her and asked her
to come to the house

so he could tell her the news.

I could see them
out on the lawn.

Could you hear what
they were saying?

Not properly, but I could
tell she was really angry.

You hope I'm okay with this?

Yes, why not?

Are you serious?

How can you think this
is in any way okay!

Grace, please.

I hate you for this!

After she left,
I went downstairs

and I saw that she'd
broken the window.

At the time, I thought she'd
done it because she was upset.

And later?

I thought it might have been
the first step in her plan.

What do you mean?

She came back the next day.

Jeremy went down to talk to her.

My office is upstairs.

A few moments later,
I heard the crash.

I ran down to the
foyer, and I saw

Jeremy just lying there,
the smashed chandelier all

around him.

Oh my god!

Grace was standing over him.

It was an accident.

There's a reason you didn't
tell us this earlier,

isn't there?

I couldn't.

Did Grace threaten you?

Kind of.

She threatened the baby.

And if you tell
anyone any different,

I will come after you.

You... you wouldn't.

Wouldn't I?

A baby in the womb
is so vulnerable.

Grace saw you and
Jeremy having a child as

the ultimate form of betrayal.

Same again?

No, thanks.

We have to do something.

No, we don't.

Why does this
always happen to me?

What?

You know, getting
caught up in cop stuff.

You are a bit of a magnet.

Not this time.

My mental health
is more important.

More important than Detective
Shepherd's prized Kingswood?

Yeah.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Frodo and Todd
suspect something.

You don't know that for sure.

Yeah, they're probably
on their way to the cops

right now.

Do you two have a problem?

No.

Well, I'm pretty sure you do.

A big, white, stolen problem.

I might have a solution for you.

We don't need your help.

Ooh, I bet he'd be very
pleased to get this back,

or at least know where it is.

All right.

It's gonna cost ya.

How about free beer for a year?

What?

Hm?

Take it or leave it.

No bloody way.

Shut up, Ray.

Free beer for a year, tap only.

No bottles.

A uniform is taking Susanna home

and will keep watch
over her premises.

Mm.

Here's my theory
of what happened.

Early that morning,
Grace uses the window

that she had broken
the day before to gain

access to the house.

She goes upstairs
and, using a ladder,

gains access to
the ceiling cavity.

Using a chisel, she
weakens a ceiling piece.

So the chandelier will
fall when she needs it to.

Back downstairs, she
retrieves the cricket bat

and calls out for her father.

When he appears,
she attacks him.

♪ Getting drinks
around his sadness ♪

♪ In a trophy made of glass

♪ Well, she said sure
did he save her ♪

♪ To go and bury in her arms?

♪ Asked to nobody
but memories ♪

♪ Will ever give her
back the pain she needs ♪

The noise brings Susanna
down from upstairs.

And in the meantime,
Grace replaces

the broom in the cupboard.

Having confronted Susanna, Grace

leaves the house, probably
just missing Marie as she does.

What have you seen?

Found it on the
side of the road.

Okay.

Anything for a lovely
lady such as yourself.

And a year of free beer.

Yeah, that too.

And don't even think
about coming back!

You're totally losing it, girl!

Uh, we're looking for Grace.

Uh, in there.

Good luck.

Come on, let's wait by the car.

Be smart for once.

Grace, don't.

Everybody lies to me,
and you're no different!

Grace, put it down.

Ow!

Oh, ow!

God!

Drop it!

Are you okay, Mike?

Ugh, yeah.

We are arresting you for
assault on a police officer

and the murder of
Jeremy Sterling.

He betrayed me over
and over again.

Come on.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh.

You need to have
yourself checked

for signs of a concussion.

I'm fine.

Just do as you're told, please.

Keep an eye on her.

Let's get them down
to the station.

So much to talk about.

Wait a minute.

Will.

Where's the Kingswood?

What?

Okay, time to stop
playing silly buggers.

It's the sort of thing you'd do.

Nobody else in Brokenwood would
be dumb enough to take it.

Maybe.

Officers.

What can I get you?

We have reason to
believe there are

stolen goods on the premises.

What on earth are
you talking about?

We have a witness who
says that Detective

Shepherd's Holden Kingswood
is hidden somewhere here.

Well, your witness is incorrect.

In fact, they're
talking out of their...

But you're more than
welcome to look around.

Very, very welcome.

Check out the new patio
area while you're at it.

And round by the wheelie bins.

It's really lovely
this time of year.

Well, thank you for
your assistance.

They seem very pleased
with themselves.

Yeah, if the car was
here, it's not anymore.

Officers.

Have you thought about
checking at the police station?

That's where it
belongs, after all.

There she is.

Should we let the boss know?

Mm.

I've got a better idea.

Of course you do.

How much do you think Will
and Marie knew about what

was going on with Grace?

Oh, maybe they suspected, but I

think Will finds it hard to be
interested in anything other

than himself.

Hey.

Hey, boss.

Hey.

How was hospital?

Nothing broken.

No signs of concussion.

Good.

Well, we've got a
surprise for you.

Good surprise?

We'll let you decide.

Right this way.

What have you two
done to my car?

No gratitude.

Some people.

She looks good.

It suits her.

We're pretty sure it
was Will who took her.

But how she got back
here, who knows?

We suspect some Good Samaritans.

♪ We were stuck out
in the pouring rain ♪

Well, we'll leave you two
alone so you can catch up.

♪ I've been thinking
about changing my name ♪

♪ I think I could
be a better man ♪

♪ I would treat you right

♪ I could understand

♪ If you need me,
I'll be there ♪

♪ And I'll take no time,
cause you know how I... ♪

♪ how I feel about you

♪ You're the time of my life

♪ Woo hoo Woo hoo

♪ Hmm

♪ You're the time of my