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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