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♪ In the velvet night

♪ Before the golden light,
you're gonna fall ♪

♪ You're gonna fall

Hey! Good. Johnny.

♪ Baby, strike a match
before it burns the ash ♪

♪ You're gonna fall

♪ Pull off the gloves,
then love knocks you over ♪

♪ Sucker punch feeling drunk
when you're sober ♪

♪ Lightning strikes
before the thunder arrives ♪

♪ You're gonna fall

Hey. Where's Frodo?

Busy with the Christmas rush.

- Ah! Okay.
- Todd.

- Johnny.
- So where are we going?

Brokenwood.

I have a date with destiny
and some unfinished business.

♪ I'll be the one knocks you
head over heels ♪

♪ And heels over heart

♪ You're gonna fall,
you're gonna fall ♪

Oh, and merry Christmas, detectives.

Favorite time of year, huh?

If you say so, Frodo.

Hey, who doesn't like
Christmas?

- ♪ Wish you a merry Christmas
- Oh, no.

Christmas is going to be
awesome this year.

- Plans?
- A family get together.

My half uncle Les is coming.

He's legendary.

Legendary for?

Well, it's more like a myth,
actually,

because I've never met him.

But, I mean, all I know
is he's a gardener and a poet.

A poet, no less.

And Johnny gets
out of prison today,

having totally mended his ways,

which bodes well
for a great family Christmas,

don't you think?

Family. It is indeed
what it's all about.

Yeah sometimes Christmas
can be stink.

But I've got a good feeling
about this year.

- Thanks, Frodo.
- Thanks, Frodo.

What are your plans for
Christmas Day?

I thought you hate Christmas.

Honestly, I don't.

Even though nothing good ever
comes of it.

I find I get together
in the city.

Cousins put down a hangi.

Lots of tamariki,
lots of laughter.

- Well, sounds...
- Great.

Too good to be true.

I'm just telling it
like it is.

You want to come?

Um. Oh, yeah.
No, I'm busy actually.

Really?

Yes, really.

Oh, deceased out
on Saddler's Line.

There you go.

Someone's Christmas
just got ruined.

Yeah.

Hey, boss.

Hey, is that who I think it is?

Santa no less.
Want to sit this one out?

I know how you feel
about Father Christmas.

Huh. A lot of people
believe in Santa.

I, however,
can be more objective.

Hit and run?
- No obvious signs of injury.

In the middle of nowhere.
No vehicle?

No signs of a sleigh. No.

No reindeer,
for that matter, either.

Do we know who he is?

You mean who he really is?
Not yet.

But, uh, guess who drives
an ambulance these days?

- Is that...?
- Rhys Oades.

The one and only.

Rhys.

Long time no see.
- Detective. Hello.

New line of work?

I did everything I could,
I swear.

I'm not detecting any sinus.

And...

Clear.

Yeah, it's kind of
just been a nightmare of a day.

But you're okay now?

I just feel bad
for all the kids,

you know, like
not getting presents this year.

I can't be the guy
who let Santa die.

I don't know
if I can carry that.

I'm sure you did everything
you could.

Boxes are empty,
nothing of interest.

Hey, Mike.

Excuse me.

Oh.

Yeah. That's awkward.

Uh, Rhys.

Does the name Les Oades
mean anything to you?

Uh, no.
I do have an uncle called Les.

Apart from that, no.

Uh, Rhys, this gentleman has

ID would suggest
that his name is Les Oades.

- No way.
- You didn't recognize him?

No, I--
I thought that was Santa.

Uh, Rhys, what about now?

Uh, it's too hard to say.

When did you last see
your uncle?

Uh, I would have been, like,
3 years old.

Yeah, apparently
he used to bounce me up and down

on the trampoline,

and one time, he bounced
me so hard I flew off,

hit my head
into a power pole.

It was a concussion, probably.
I don't remember.

Hey, Rhys,
why don't we contact your dad?

He might have a better idea.
- Why?

Because he's
your uncle's brother.

True.

Really, I thought
that was Santa. Oh.

Rhys, do you want to
maybe sit down for a little bit

and have a drink of water?

Hi, Les. Mike Shepard.

Let's get you somewhere
more comfortable.

Out of the sun.

Hello, Mike.

A sad day for children
all around the world.

Indeed.

Uh, once Gina is finished,
let's get the road open.

Oh, what a waste.

Les. Les.
Lessie.

- Long time, Bobby.
- Oh, it's so hard, mate.

It's just so bloody hard.

You can confirm that this is
your brother, Lester Oades?

As the day is long.
Oh, my heart is broken.

What the hell happened?

Uh, he was found out on
Saddlers Line

dressed in a Santa suit.

Oh, that'd be Les.
He loved Christmas.

Oh, well, nothing to be done.
Let's get him buried.

Mike.

Uh, there will need to be
a post-mortem first.

For?

To ascertain the cause
of death.

Well, he's dead, mate.
Gone. That won't bring him back.

It's standard procedure
in any unexplained death.

Yeah, well, the thing is,
he was very clear that,

um, you know,

if, God forbid,
he was to be struck down,

he wanted to be buried
before sunset.

Before sunset?

As you know, I am
but a humble gravedigger.

And given my profession,
he confided in me.

And I said to him,
"It would be my honor, Les."

So I intend to fulfill
the pledge to my brother.

- He was a religious person?
- Could say that.

But he practiced some kind of
Orthodox Judaism or...?

Oh, practice, no.
He didn't really need to.

He was very good. So...

So your brother was Jewish
and yet loved Christmas?

Who said he was Jewish?

Judaism is the religion
followed by Jewish people.

Not solely.

- So he wasn't Jewish?
- He was a little bit.

- Oh, a little bit?
- Yeah.

Yeah, he was Jewish,
but mainly, um...

- Mainly?
- He mainly, uh, haiku.

- Haiku?
- As I recall it.

Haiku is a form of poetry.

Well, that's the thing.

He loved a good poem, Les.

And followers of haiku
need to be buried before sunset?

Some of them.
Les definitely did.

But, you know,
I'm grieving here.

My brother is lying dead,

and you are splitting hairs
over his religious afflictions.

I mean, do what you have to do,
but please don't muck around.

I have to bury my... my brother.

Gina, this is where you
get to work.

Yeah. I'll leave you to it.

Oh, Gina,
did you leave the key out?

Of course.

Thanks.

One moment.

Kristin.

A gift for you.

For letting me stay
in your house.

Jellied borscht with herring.

Ah.

I always felt welcome
in your home.

And I'm sorry about your sister.

What do you mean.

I'm sorry she's coming.

Well, Gina, she's my sister.

But you don't like her.

Um, I don't think
I ever said that.

It's not what you say.
It's what you don't say.

Herring all swimming
in the same direction

like chickens coming
home to roost.

You think you need
to talk to someone about this?

About what?

Your negative response
to Christmas.

I'm not negative.

I'm just saying that
Christmas has a way of bringing

out the worst in people.

- You would rather be alone.
- Who said I'll be alone?

Well, I just figured, given
that you have no friends...

I-- no, I have friends.

You know what?
I'm sorry for sharing.

It'll just be me
and my sister this year.

You don't get along?

We get along fine. Yeah.

In fact, I'm really
looking forward to catching up.

Mm-hmm. No, yeah, I am.

Well, I'm sure if you say it
enough, it'll eventually sound

like you mean it.

Well, I mean, we have
our disagreements, but she's--

you know,
she's been a lot better lately,

so I am optimistic.

What's your name?

Nikki.

Well, if things
don't work out with Nikki,

you'll be more than
welcome at mine.

Oh, thanks,
but no, I'll be fine.

Les Oades didn't die today.

Highly elevated levels
of potassium.

Heart attack, Mike.
Quite boring, actually.

- Okay.
- But did you notice this stiff,

it is quite stiff,
at least 24 hours old.

So he died yesterday?

Maybe as much
as 36 hours ago.

His body temperature was
very low, 13 degrees.

Unusual.

But then again, when you are
coming from the North Pole

- Or...
- Or...

it was a very cold night
last night.

Huh? Well, last night wasn't
particularly cold.

Worth a follow up tomorrow.

Well, just don't take too long.

He was a devout follower
of haiku, after all.

Yeah, so, um, I might just slip
away and grab a bottle of wine.

Bake some bread. Good idea.
I can finish up here.

Thanks.

Herrings. Yeah.

♪ Through the clouds
and the telegraph poles ♪

♪ The little farmhouses
up in the hills ♪

♪ Every valley
shall be lifted high ♪

♪ Every mountain
will fall, too ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm on my way to you

♪ On my way to you

Nikki?

Nikki!
- Yeah, baby. Working it.

Nikki, what the hell?

Kristin? Hi.

Johnny. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Oh, wow.

What the hell, Johnny?

Okay. I did not know
that this was your house.

I didn't even know
that she was your sister.

Well, that is my kimono.

And I swear, I did not know
that this was your kimono.

Well, who else
would it belong to?

A Chinese person?

Kimonos are...
Oh, you know what? Never mind.

You have to leave.
- No, you can't kick him out.

He's my boyfriend.

He is a criminal.
I am a detective.

And that is my bedroom.

So what?
We got the wrong room.

I'm sorry.
God, just chill out, sis.

Sorry doesn't even begin
to fix this, Nikki.

It's okay. Sugarplum.

I know when I'm not wanted.
- Yeah. That's right.

No offense, but you are
not welcome in my house.

Why do you always do this?

- Do what?
- You rain on my parade.

This is about compromising
my professional integrity.

It's just
because I'm with a hot guy.

- Yeah. Hear that?
- Who just got out of prison.

Oh, we are so out of here.

Johnny, leave the kimono.

- Oh, yeah. Sure.
- No. Oh, my God.

Put your own clothes on first
and then leave.

You were wearing clothes
when you arrived?

- Oh, yeah. He was.
- Here's Johnny.

So hot.

How did you end up
with the likes of that guy?

Well, you haven't
changed, have you?

You still think you're
a cut above?

No, I don't think-- Look,
I bought a bottle of wine.

Just let Johnny go,

and you and I can just sit down
and talk about--

Talk about what?
How you don't approve?

Why can't you just be happy
for me for once?

Let's blow this joint,
sugar plum fairy.

Hell, yeah.

Johnny, you need to
call your father.

- Is this some kind of trick?
- It's not a trick.

Are you going to tell my dad
or me?

Johnny, what are you, 5?
Just call him. He has some news.

You know,
I came here to be with family.

Because I know you need
this as much as I do.

I should have known
it was too much to ask,

but at least I have a family.

A new family,
one that actually cares for me.

What, the Oades?

Merry Christmas, sis.
Let's go.

Ew.

I could tell you
weren't satisfied.

So I have been working
my angles for you.

I took my fine tooth brush and
comb his body and found this.

Okay, that's--

Unusual bruising
in his scrotal area

consistent with
a mild electrical burn.

Given he had heart disease,

if the current was
strong enough,

it could well provoke
a heart attack.

That country road,
are you thinking--

Yes, perhaps Santa got his sack
caught on the electric fence.

The volt meter is
at a standard setting.

These things aren't fatal.

Unless it was repeated.

He was held on it.

Or, as Gina suggesting,
simply snagged.

Oh! Aaah!

Oh!

Hell of a way to go.

If so, why was he
crossing the paddock?

And where was he coming from?

Why did no one mention
he was missing?

Bobby, you remember
DC Chalmers?

- How's it?
- Fine. Thanks, Bobby.

Some of my finest work.

Nothing but the best
for our Les.

Bobby, when did you last speak
with your brother?

I want to say the night
before last.

Saddler's Line is
a long way from most places.

Any idea why he was out there?

Well, it's not far
from Bill Tompkins' place.

The Tompkins being?

Bill and Darlene Tompkins.

They just bought the estate
out by the bay.

They just moved up
from the South Island last week.

Les was their live in gardener.

He was living with them
down south, as well?

Up in a high country station.

I mean,
I haven't seen him in years.

I mean, that's why it's so hard.

Hey, I mean,
long time no see, Les.

And now I'm digging him a hole.

So we can put him
in the ground, then?

Uh, we'll let you know.

G'day, gents.
What can I do you for?

- This is Mike Sheppard.
- Bill Tompkins, Esquire.

You hear about Les, I take it?

Yeah. We are.

Sad bloody business,
I tell you.

We heard the news
through his brother Bobby

and are still processing it.

But would you like
to come inside?

Oh. Thank you.

Darlene!
Oh, here she is.

- Yeah.
- Oh.

Now, these two men
are policemen.

- Oh.
- Got Sheppard and...

- Chalmers.
- Hello.

Hello.

They're here about Les,
of course.

Yes. Poor old Les.
It was quite a shock.

Oh. Would you like
to come through?

- Thank you.
- Tea? Coffee?

Oh, come on, darling,
it's the festive season.

Why don't we offer them
something stronger?

How about a beer, gents?

Or perhaps something
stronger than that?

Uh, no, we can't stay long.

Very nice place you have here.

Oh, she's a beauty.
She's a beauty all right.

I take it you've
just moved in.

Bill and I recently cashed
out the farm down south.

That's right. We had 30,000
acres down to a mere 100 now.

Aren't we?
Still finding our feet.

And Les Oades worked for you?

That's right.
He was our groundsman.

Bloody good one, too.
- Plants were never really

Bill's forte.

Was strictly a sheep
and beef man.

I said, "No, we can get rid of
all that livestock,

but we can't let go of Les."

I mean, good workers are
so hard to find.

When was the last time
you saw Mr. Oades?

Oh, that's a good question.

When would that have been, darling?

Uh, a few days ago.
He stuck to himself, mostly.

Lots of gardening
and weeding.

- And mowing.
- Mowing?

Always bloody mowing, wasn't he?
In fact,

that's probably the only time
we ever heard him was

when he was on that mower.

He had his
own separate quarters.

Would you like to see?
- Uh, please.

Oh.

- Yeah.
- Thanks, Frodo.

I'm sorry to hear about
your uncle.

Half uncle.
But, yeah. Thanks. I'm gutted.

So that guy lost
his uncle, too?

Weird.

So, um, you and Johnny Oades
are obviously close.

Sorry I didn't get
much sleep last night.

Don't.

Oh, after Johnny got the news
about his uncle,

we went back to his dad's place.

Oh, the bedroom was to die for.
Egyptian cotton sheets.

I wouldn't have picked
Bobby Oades for someone

with a penchant
for high end linen.

Oh, it was, like,
the most amazing place.

And, um, how in God's name
did you meet Johnny Oades?

He kept to himself in here.

Oh, Les loved poetry. Writing it
and quoting it all the time.

He loved all the greats,
didn't he?

Uh, Tennyson. Keats.
Wordsmith. Milton and Keynes.

Oh. What do we got here?

"He was an old woman from Blunt
who swore she was not an old--"

Goodness me.

Not quite sure where he was
going with that one, but...

He was a bit cheeky.
He was so much fun.

- He was.
- And you definitely didn't see

Mr. Oades
in the last few days?

I can't say we did.

He came and went
as he pleased.

Bobby said he had
a heart attack.

Mm. Although curiously, he
was found wearing a Santa suit.

- Oh, that'd be Les, wouldn't it?
- Oh, Les loved Christmas.

He was so looking forward to it.

And I guess he was walking home,
and his heart just gave out.

Well, that's what happens when
you have so much heart to give.

Mm.

There's no problem,
is there, fellas?

Uh, not that we're aware of.

So we'll see you
both at the funeral then?

- It's not really our place.
- Oh, no. You must come along.

We'd really appreciate it,
wouldn't we, Darl?

The more the merrier.
- He was such a loner.

It'd be nice to have
a decent showing.

It would, yeah.

We're helping out
his brother Bobby with it.

Funeral costs these days can
be...

And we need to farewell him
before Christmas.

It's good for the family.
- That's right.

We'll see how things pan out.

How do you think that went?

Nailed it, Bobby, to the wall.

Those two cops are dumber than
a box of hammers, I tell you.

I'm so in love with you.

- And I you.
- You got me running hot.

Take me upstairs.

- I need some ass, Bobby.
- Yeah. No, go for it.

Alrighty. Hey, I got your
back, all right?

Keep your eye
on the prize, Bobby.

Bye, Bobby.

All good then.

Did they say why he was walking
out in the middle of nowhere?

They did.

That was Les. Loved to walk,
didn't he, Bill?

Oh, he did indeed.
He was unstoppable, really.

Loved walking, loved poetry,
loved mowing the lawns.

What else did
the legendary Lessos love to do?

- Singing.
- He loved singing.

In fact, he did mention he was
going to sing karaoke

at some pub he'd heard about.

That's right,
the Cobra and the Pussycat.

- Crocodile and Panther?
- That's the one.

Yes, yes, that was his thing,
wasn't it?

Loved to belt out a tune, Les.

- A singing Santa.
- Secret singing Santa.

Did a Les Oades
come here dressed

as Santa to sing karaoke
two nights ago?

Oh, secret Santa, you mean.
I'm no narc.

Trudy, it's a simple question.

And it's a simple answer.

I'm no narc because
I don't know the bloke's name.

He just wanted to sing,
so he gave it a go.

All together!
♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells

♪ Jingle all the way

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride
on a one horse open sleigh ♪

Hey!

Reckon he'd come back
again the next night.

Didn't show up.

Given what we know, you
gonna release the body?

I guess we have to.

Oh, then you two
should go to church.

- Because?
- Bobby Oades' brother

was found dead in a Santa suit.

Do you need a better reason?

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah.

How was your sister?

Um, yeah, she was
her usual self.

♪ Noel, noel, noel, noel

- Who's that with Johnny?
- Don't ask.

- Do you know her?
- I said don't ask.

And so we are gathered
to pay our respects

to Lester Edwin Oades.

Or as many of you here
refer to him,

Uncle Les or half uncle Les.

Here at Saint Jude's,
we're a broad church,

and I'm told that Lester was
a committed follower of God

as a Christian haiku Jew.

And for that reason,

there is a certain urgency
to this service

in order to meet
certain bespoke customs.

And so, without further ado,

let's hear from those
who knew and loved Lester.

Bill and Darlene.

Well, firstly,

can I say that we are brand
spanking new to the district,

and, um, well,

a tragic event like this
has just been a great way

to meet people, hasn't it, Darl?

And everyone's been
so supportive.

Uh, haven't they?
- Yes, they have, Bill.

And we don't know you,
and you don't know us.

But we all knew Les,

so we thought we'd share
with you the one thing

that Les loved the most.

His love of words.

His poetry.

Yes, um...

Les wrote us a wee poem for
our recent wedding anniversary.

And it goes a little something
like this.

"Darlene and Bill,

Bill and Darlene, the happiest
couple the world's ever seen."

"When the sun rises,
we call it dawn.

Let me forever mow your lawn."

That summed up Les.
Really the way he mowed my lawn.

He just took
so much pride in it.

He did.

It was nothing short
of immaculate.

You with the angels now, Les.

Thank you, Bill and Darlene.

And now Bobby.

Les. Les.

Lessie.

He was a good man.
He loved poetry.

He loved the land.
He loved children.

Though he couldn't have any
of his own.

Unlike myself, I'm up to 13 now.

13 beautiful children
to 10 incredible women.

Oh, but some people
would say to me,

"But, Bobby,
that's an unlucky number."

I say no!

The gift of life can be
a baker's dozen, can't it?

For the making of life is like

the rising of yeast
and flour, eh?

Every time I had a new
baby, I used to say to Les,

"This one's for you, brother."

Another little tyke
to put a smile on your dial.

But he smiles no more.

But death, that's life.

Hey.

Godspeed, Les.

All right, fellas,
let's get on with it.

Johnny.

Sorry.
Do you mind giving us a hand?

Just...

So your cousin Rhys
is with Lena Branson now?

Oh, yeah. It's early days.

This was their first date,
but he's got high hopes.

We are off to the wake.
You're not invited, by the way.

- I'll cope.
- Bye, detective.

Bye, sis.

Sis? Okay, wow.

Please don't.

What is wrong
with the women in this town?

Let's get out of here.

Ah! Good job done, son.

Now let's go
and have a beer for Les.

For Les?

Oh, yeah. For sure. Right.

Come on.

From the moment
that Bobby Oades found out

about Les's death,

he's been in a blinding hurry
to get his brother buried.

Why?

But death, that's life.

He killed him?

Why would Bobby Oades
want to kill his brother?

There was something
in the will for him?

I recall Bobby was
a will hunter, you know.

He was disgruntled when
there was nothing left for him

when his ex-wife died.

Maybe Les promised him
something.

He got impatient.

Or it was an accident
and he tried to cover it up.

So he sees him out
on Saddler's Line

dressed in a Santa suit,

gives him a shove
against an electric fence,

knowing he has
a heart condition.

Leaves him to die.

Or he panicked.

But all this unfolds
on the same day

that his son Johnny
is released from prison.

Chalmers, follow up
on Les's will

and keep an eye on Bobby.

Sims, likewise with
Johnny Oades,

where he's living,
who he's hanging out with,

what's his relationship
with his uncle?

Yeah, sure.

Actually, Mike,
can I have a quick word?

Of course.

When did you know this?

Night before last.

Yet you went to the funeral
under my instructions.

Well, yeah, but--

- This was an investigation.
- Well, hardly.

Well, you weren't
there for fun.

Believe me,
there was no fun involved.

Watching my sister draped
on Johnny Oades.

Case in point.

When...

How did she become involved
with him?

Yeah, well,
that's the bit that hurts.

I mean,
you were always banging on about

how I needed to stop being
so me focused,

so I got community minded.

I became a prison visitor.

She wouldn't be the
first person to fall that way.

But of all people.

You do realize that
I require you to step aside.

- Mike.
- Sorry, Sims. Rules are rules.

Go home.

Take special leave
until this blows over.

Kristin, I know this
must be uncomfortable for you.

Like you wouldn't believe.

Hi. Could I get
a vodka tonic, please?

Double.

Are you sure.

This is a bar, isn't it?

You know,
we've only just opened.

Oh, well, then it's
a win win for both of us.

- Day off?
- Something like that.

Okay. I'll bring it over.

Is it the pressure
of the job?

Thanks, Lena,
for your concern,

but, um, I'm not an alcoholic.

They all say that.

I'm not they.
I'm just, um...

I'm on leave, that's all.

So can I still lay
a complaint?

A complaint about what?

Sexual assault.

- Did Rhys--
- Oh, no, no.

Rhys is a sweet guy.

I mean, he's not Chad,
but he's nice.

A bit weird,
but nice, and he wouldn't.

Yeah, 'cause, Lena,

sexual assault is a very serious
accusation.

I know.

Especially when
they're dressed in a Santa suit.

So, um, who was dressed
in a Santa suit?

Bill Tompkins. He came in
here last night for the wake.

I enjoyed our date.

Do you want to do it
again sometime?

Maybe not a funeral
next time.

Uh, sure.

Yeah, maybe like a ride
in my ambulance or...

Okay.

Yeah.
Not everyone dies, you know?

Sometimes I do get them
to the hospital, and it's okay.

That's reassuring, I guess.

Look, I can show you the,
um, the heart zapper thing,

and, uh,
I know how to do CPR now,

which is like mouth to mouth.

Yeah, I mean, yeah--
Sorry. You know, um...

It was sweet,
but then he arrived.

Mostly cheese.
Just eat a lot of cheese.

Well done, Rhys.

You've been a rock
for the old man.

I tell you, a rock.

Oh, um, this is, uh, Bill.
He's my Uncle Les's boss.

And this is Lena. My, um...

Pleased to meet you, Lena.

Bill Tompkins, Esquire.

I think I might wrap
my laughing gear around another.

Wrap your laughing gear
around that.

And that's
when I knew it had to be him.

So you're saying
that Bill Tompkins

was dressed in a Santa suit?

And what did he do?

Trudy, can we use
your back room?

Yeah. Um...

Everyone was having
such a good time.

They thought he was awesome.

♪ Dashing through the snow
on a one horse open sleigh ♪

♪ O'er the fields we go,
laughing all the way ♪

Ho ho ho.

I took a toilet break and...

Wrap your laughing gear
around that.

Oh, my God.

He exposed himself to you?

So disgusting.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to lose my job.

Oh, why would you think that?

Everybody was loving
his singing

and buying lots of drinks.

I would not have blamed you.

He said--
He said I led him on.

Now, that was a tasty
little smile you gave me.

♪ Laughing all the way
Ho ho ho!

No, a smile does not mean...

Trudy is right, Lena.

You did nothing wrong.

Oh, hon. Hey.

Lena, I'm going
to need you to speak

to my colleague, DC Chalmers.

- But why not you?
- It's complicated.

But I told you.

Yes, and that was
the right thing to do.

But I'm having to take
some time off.

What have you done?

Nothing.
It's a technicality.

But you'll need to tell
him everything.

There's a process to follow,

but DC Chalmers is--
he's a really good guy,

and he'll take
the appropriate action, okay?

Okay. Thanks, Trudy.

Appropriate action, my ass.

I'll sort that deviant
out myself.

Promise me you won't mention
he who shall not be named.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Then what's so important?

Okay, I'll put it like this.

The red breasted robin
has been trying to poke his beak

into the fledglings nest.

The red breasted robin.

Are we talking in code,

or have you taken up
bird watching in your downtime?

Yes and no. Okay.

Someone wearing a red suit has
been behaving inappropriately.

Then why don't
you just say what you mean,

and I'll pretend you
never said it.

Okay. Great.
Works for me. So...

Way to go, hon.

Beat that, Bobby.
Oh, here we go.

Bloody beautiful.

Oh, what the hell?

You may be rich, mate,
but that doesn't give you

the right to stick your mitts
where they're not wanted.

What the hell
do you think you're doing

coming onto my land here?
Private property.

Preying on young women,
you sick bastard.

What the hell are
you talking about?

You touch my worker again,

I will stick this
where the sun don't shine.

Easy does it, Trudes.

Don't Trudes me, Bobby Oades.

Some natural justice is
due around here.

- Now, now, now. Hey!
- Just mark my words.

If you come near her again,

this club will be hitting
more than just golf balls.

- Geez.
- Put the club down, Trudy.

And it won't be a statue.
It will be yours.

Hey, just settle down, girlfriend.

I feel sorry for you.
He's all yours.

Don't screw it up.

Hey.

Mr. Tompkins.

I need you to come
to the station

and answer some questions.

Bill, it's alleged
that you assaulted Lena Branson

in the toilets
of the Croc and Panther

on the evening of the 19th
of this month.

No, no, no, that wasn't me.
I think she's mistaken there.

No, Mrs. Branson is
in no doubt that

you exposed yourself to her.

You even referred to
your member as Brother Tompkins.

The only person
who would have been in

the Croc and the Panther that
night dressed in a Santa suit

is Lester Oades.

Now, let you in on
a little secret here, detective.

What's your first name?
Daniel?

Daniel, I can't sing, mate.
I'm tone deaf.

Deaf as a door nail.
♪ Amazing grace

♪ How sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me ♪

- Sit down, Mr. Tompkins.
- ♪ I once was lost

♪ But now I've found

And you're sure it was him?

Okay. It's hard to tell
without the Santa suit.

Look, I've changed my mind,
fellas. I want to see a lawyer.

Okay?

♪ This the wild west,
ain't nothing civil ♪

♪ Don't let them catch you
when you lackin' ♪

♪ The boys is coming

- Hold it.
- ♪ The boys is coming

Well, this is an unusual case.

A man dressed in a Santa suit

accosts a young woman
in the bathroom of a--

Well, let's face it,

a less than salubrious
drinking establishment,

which in itself
is unacceptable behavior.

And if I thought my client here
was in any way involved

in said behavior, I wouldn't be
here because I don't take cases

I think I can't win.

I simply say,
"You're on your own, sunshine."

But I haven't said that,
because I don't think that

Bill Tompkins...
- Esquire.

Esquire, is a man of means of

integrity, generosity, of class.

Is there anything
you want to add?

Nothing other
than to say I'm angry, Dennis.

Absolutely livid.

As a man of sheep and beef
background.

I know better than most
that mud sticks

and it's very difficult
to get off.

Detectives, this appears to be
a simple case of

mistaken identity because
my client is accused of doing

something untoward in disguise.

That disguise
being Father Christmas.

I've never worn
a Santa suit in my life,

and I'm sure as hell not going
to start now, Dennis.

Do you have
a positive identification?

Can you see the man
you claim to be,

Bill Tompkins, in this lineup?

It's too hard to tell.

We have a verbal claim that
the offender is Bill Tompkins.

Brother Tompkins.

That's what he referred to
his member as.

Come on, detective.

It's not unusual for a man
to personify their compatriots.

Big Bill Broonzy.
Wild Bill Hickok.

Little Tommy Tompkins.

Not one that I would use,
but nevertheless.

Well, let's face it.
If I was to dress up as Santa

and run around the neighborhood
stealing presents off small,

unsuspecting children and
calling myself Mike Shepherd,

who's to say that I wasn't you?

And so, through
the moonlight lane she goes.

And far into the moonlit dale.

And how she ran
and how she walked

and all that to herself
she talked

would surely be a tedious tale.

You're saying
the complainant made it up?

No, no. That's Wordsworth. I've
always quite liked that one.

Wordsworth?

Are you a fan of poetry,
as well, Mr. Tompkins?

No, no, no, no, not at all.

No, no,
I don't have time for that.

No, that's just stuff old
Les used to warble on about,

you know?

In fact, my estimation of Les
has somewhat diminished,

given that he
was clearly besmirching my name.

Gentlemen, good day.

- Dennis.
- Hm?

How long have you known
Bill Tompkins?

Oh. I've met him as of today.

Charming man. Insanely wealthy.

Invoicing will be a pleasure,
- I'm sure.

Given I hardly raised
a sweat in here.

You made my job
easy today, detective.

Hello, Darlene.

Oh, hi.
Oh, you're a free man.

We need to talk.

- Okay. Yeah.
- Okay.

- You're kidding.
- Yeah.

Lena couldn't make
a positive ID.

- On what?
- On his face.

Well, yeah,

but I bet if you got him to
strip down and take out his--

Okay, I don't think that
would be appropriate, do you?

Look, we'll keep on it.
I just wanted you to know.

We'll keep on it.

Are you expecting
someone?

No.

I'm not here.

Gina.

I've heard about
you being fired.

I brought you rassolnik.

Ah. Well, I haven't been fired.
I'm just on leave.

I understand.
You can't say it out loud yet.

What's ressel-neck?

Uh, pickled cucumbers,
barley, and beef kidneys

to fortify you
against depression.

Oh.

Gina, I'm not here.

Oh!

Gina, why are you holding
a sleeping bag?

I knew you liked me to sleep
over to keep you company

through this crisis.

But I see you've got company.

Oh, no.
It's not what you think.

When you see a bear
in the woods,

and he's wearing a bearskin hat,
be sure he's still a bear.

I don't know what that means.

Gina, good to see you.

Hey. Hang on.
Where are you going?

Keep an eye on her.

Don't worry, I can stay.

Well, I thought you said
the girl wouldn't say anything.

There was always a chance,
I guess.

- We need to shut it down.
- We will, won't we, love?

Honey, would you like
another pink gin, darling?

Oh, God, I just love Christmas.

Um, you wanted to see me?

- Uh, yeah.
- Rhys, come in.

Oh, God. Come in, love.
Come in, come in, come in.

Have a seat.
You like this place?

It's gorgeous, isn't it?

- It's very big.
- Yeah.

The problem is
this whole place disappears

if your girlfriend starts
accusing me

of things I haven't done.

So we need you
to put her straight hm?

Um, I'd like to say something.

Um...

Uh, if you did molest
my girlfriend,

then that is not okay.

Molesting is wrong.

Oh, well,
the thing is, Rhys,

um, there's something
that you really need to know,

and, um, once you know it,
you can't un-know it, eh?

Why was Bobby Oades
playing golf

with Bill and Darlene Tompkins?

Yeah, I asked him that.

Is Bobby Oades a friend
of yours?

No, no, he came by
to pick up Les's clubs.

Mm. In his will, were they?

Uh, I don't know.

Les loved golf as well
as everything else, I take it.

Well, Les loved a lot
of things, you know?

Although perhaps not travel.

Les never had a passport
and no driver's license

and no previous either.

Hm. He also has no will.
Died intestate.

So there's no motivation
there for Bobby.

It's almost
as if Les didn't exist.

And for the record,

Bill Tompkins is not
on the sex offenders register.

But making incognito
appearances as a secret Santa

is something he's done before.

Uh, "Widely believed to be
station holder Bill Tompkins.

But when approached,
Bill declined to comment,

saying, 'The point of secret
Santas is to never tell.'"

What if Bill Tompkins has done
what Lena's accusing him of?

He somehow gets Les Oades

to dress up as Santa, shoves
him into the electric fence,

thereby deflecting blame?

It wasn't me. It was Les.

Bill's dirty secret goes to
the grave with Les.

Which means that Bobby Oades
has been playing golf

with his brother's killer.

Unwittingly, we presume.

There's one way
to smoke him out.

No one home.

- Yeah.
- Bobby.

DC Chalmers. We have
an urgent matter to discuss.

Uh-huh.
Well, I'm a bit indisposed.

As I said, it's urgent.

Well, I'm at Bill Tompkins'
place, so...

Again?

I'm picking up
the rest of Les's belongings.

We'll meet you there.

Exhume the body?

So why would
you want to do that?

So we can compare
dental records.

- With who?
- With Lester Oades'

dental records.

To be sure it's him.

I mean,
I saw him dead on the slab.

Why wouldn't it be him?

It's possible the wrong body
was placed in the coffin.

Oh, well, that's
a bloody shambles, isn't it?

Well, who did we bury?

Well, hopefully your brother.

If not, I'm sure you'd like
to know.

Well, I mean, I mean,
he's dead, isn't he?

I mean...
- You'd want to be sure,

though, wouldn't you, Bobby?
- Yeah.

- Of course.
- Sorry.

I'd hate you to waste your time,

but I don't think
Les ever went to the dentist.

How would you know that?

Oh, I think he mentioned
it one time, didn't he, Bill?

That's right. Yeah, I remember
him saying that.

I remember him saying,

"Darlene,
I've never been to the dentist."

To the dentist. Yeah.

And then I said,
"Oh, geez, Les,

you should really get on
to that."

That's right.
There you go, fellas.

You'd be wasting your time.

Oh, we did an x-ray
at the post-mortem.

We simply compare those
to the body in the ground.

Oh, well, even so,

you can't go digging
people up out of the ground.

That's not very nice, is it?

But if the wrong person was
in the ground,

you'd want it to be remedied.

Is that legal, though?

Well, if you have
a license for an exhumation.

Yes, it is.

I mean, you want me
to dig up my own brother?

No, we've booked a grave digger
from Riverstone

to come over first thing.
That way, we can be discreet.

Well, no, it should be me

because he needs to
be shown some respect.

Oh, no. We couldn't ask you to
do that, Bobby.

Anyway, have a nice day, gentlemen.

Ladies.

Nikki, right?

Yeah.

See you soon, Johnny.

Not if I see you first.

Texas, we have a problem.

Fellas, a word, please.

Hey, is something wrong?

Nothing that Les can't handle.

He'll sort it.

But Les is dead.

Did I say Les?
Oh.

Silly me, I meant Bill.

Bill will sort the cops.

♪ When the rooster crows

♪ That old boy already knows
you're gonna fall ♪

♪ You're gonna fall

♪ When the shadows climb,
you'll already be mine ♪

Hey. So, um...

sometimes what
we see is different

to what we think we see.

Oh, God.

♪ You put up to keep
the pain out ♪

♪ Flag high
and kiss your ass goodbye ♪

♪ You're gonna fall

♪ You're gonna
fall into my arms ♪

♪ You're gonna fall

Rhys, you idiot.

♪ I'll be the one got you head
over heels and heels ♪

♪ Over heart, you're gonna
fall, you're gonna fall ♪

What the hell
have you done with my brother?

Casket was empty
when we exhumed him.

Well, I told you, you hire
a monkey, you'll get peanuts.

You don't know anything
about this?

- Why would I?
- Nothing to do with haiku?

I don't know,
I'm not part of them.

But what I do know is
my brother has been desecrated,

and I'm bloody angry.

And I'm holding you responsible.

So what are you going to do
about it?

We'll find him, Bobby.
You can count on that.

And when we do,
I'm sure many things

will become a lot clearer.

Sorry for any distress
this may have caused.

Um, sometimes.
You know what-- What the...

What we see is different to,
like, what you didn't see.

Um, you know,
I once saw a rainbow.

And then when I got there,
it was, like, gone.

Rhys, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, okay. Um...

I thought you
were going to take me for a ride

in your ambulance.

Yeah. Yes. No.
Totally. Totally.

Absolutely. Well, yeah.
This is the ambulance.

It can go from, like, anywhere
between medium fast to fast.

Um, it's yellow.
Uh-- Oh, this is fun.

Do you want to press this
button? It does like the lights.

Which... I don't know,
you probably can't see,

but, um,
this one is like sirens.

Sorry.

I bet that feels amazing,
when you turn that on

and all the cars have
to pull over to let you through.

Yeah.
Yeah, it feels pretty powerful.

Um, yeah.

But you just have to be
responsible with it

and, um, show good leadership.

Do you want to see the back?
- Yeah.

Um, so, uh, this is where I,
um, put the patients.

Um, you know,

once I've assist them,
given them their first

initial life saving treatment.
- Oh, my God!

Is that a dead person?

That's a-- that's a patient.

Um, I should probably take him
to the hospital.

Um, sorry.

Do you think we could check
the rain on this date later?

Uh, Rhys, there is
a dead body in your ambulance.

Yeah. Please don't jump to
mis-conclusions.

I have seen
a dead person before, Rhys.

I'm sorry.
This feels really weird.

You're actually quite weird.

Oh!

- What the hell, Johnny?
- Where have you been?

I was on a date,
actually, which was going

pretty well until this.

Oh, it looks like
you got a problem there, Rhys.

How is this my problem?

Possession of a dead body
is 9/10 of the law.

I never said
you could use my wheels.

I never asked.

Uh, where the hell
have you been?

Oh, no. No, don't you start.

Why is there a dead body
in my ambulance?

It's a necessity, Rhys.
The cops are being nosy.

And no one would expect
to find a dead body

in an ambulance now, would they?

Now, did you have a chat
with that girlfriend of yours

about how I'm not the bad Santa?
- No, I didn't get a chance.

So we have some
housekeeping to do.

No, sorry.

No, I don't want to do
this anymore.

You will do as I say, Rhys!

You owe your Uncle Les
some generosity.

Now, what about all
those poems that I sent you when

you were in prison
that you pretended were yours

so you could impress
that other girl?

How did that work out for you?

- She killed my mum.
- That's right.

So do as we say, and you might
just stay out of trouble, Rhys.

Okay, Lena, I'm going to show
you a photo.

It may be a little confronting,
but we need to be sure.

The body that you saw,
did it resemble this person?

Yes. Yeah. That's him.

And you're sure, huh?

And I think that's
the guy from the toilets.

The man who assaulted you?

Yeah.

♪ Silent night, holy night

♪ All is calm, all is bright

Come on! We know this!

♪ Round yon virgin
mother and child ♪

That was a, um...

tasty little smile you gave me.

Put out a 10-1.

No way.

Out of the cab, Rhys.

You've had a busy day.

Not particularly.

Chalmers.

Wait here.

Rhys, where's the body?

♪ Maybe a two time

♪ Maybe a four, seven,
eight or even more ♪

♪ Could be worse off,
could be worse ♪

♪ Fat chance is growing thin

♪ But even David had his sling

♪ Could be worse off,
could be worse ♪

I'm not sure I can do this, eh.

- What?
- What do you mean

you can't do it?
You can't back out now, mate.

Look, I've already been
in trouble for misuse

of human remains.

It's not misuse, Johnny.
It's laying a bloke to rest.

Absolutely.

That doesn't look
very restful.

Look, his dying
words to me were,

"Les, please,
I want a burial at sea."

And that's why we dug him up,
Johnny.

I thought we'd dug him up
because he wasn't you.

Yeah, that and to give
the guy some peace,

to give him what he wanted.

Also, if there's no body
in the ground,

there ain't no crime, is there?
Are we good?

I'm only going to say this once,

but this just stays
between the three of us.

All right? Understood?
- Got it, Johnny?

Loose lips sink ships.

- Yeah, I got it.
- Right.

♪ Feeling low down and sick

♪ But some things
penicilin can't fix ♪

♪ Could be worse,
could be worse ♪

♪ My paycheck could
be rolling in reverse ♪

♪ Could be worse,
could be worse ♪

Right, on my count.

One. Two. Three.

- Oh.
- Ooh, far out.

Yeah.

All right, let's
get on with Christmas, eh?

Yes, I've explained
all of that.

I will do all the talking.

We'll have this wrapped up
in a jiffy, Bill.

Rhys, how can you afford
a lawyer like Dennis Buchanan?

Dennis said I'm not supposed to
talk without him

present, so just... yeah.

It's not part
of our investigation.

It's just a simple question.
I'm curious.

Well, I do have a job.

It doesn't pay a huge amount,
though, does it?

And Dennis is pretty expensive.
- Yeah. Um...

Hey, do you think

maybe we can talk somewhere,
like, a little private?

It's fairly private in
here, Rhys.

Yeah. Um...

Well, uh, Dennis said
that he is doing it for free.

I can't actually
afford someone like you.

Rhys, given your situation,

you can't afford
to not have someone like me.

But good news.
I'm not charging you.

I don't understand.

Between you and me,
I'm doing it pro bono.

What do you mean?

Look, I'm totally--
I'm not into guys.

But if he gets, like-- sorry.

If he gets a boner,
that's not my fault, right?

I like you, Rhys.

And I have another client
who likes you,

Bill Tompkins.

He was more than
impressed with my services

and remunerated me generously.

We both like you.

Hence pro bono.

Come on. Let's talk a little
further in private.

See what's what.

Okay. I'm all yours.

We need to know from Rhys

the details of a dead body
found in his ambulance.

I don't know anything.

That's blatantly obvious.

My client knows very little
about most things.

That'd be fair, wouldn't it,
Rhys?

- Correct.
- Truthfully, Rhys,

you don't know anything
about a dead body?

Someone dies in an ambulance.
It happens all the time.

All the time.

You've done well
for yourself lately.

Worked hard,
turned your life around.

- Detectives, please.
- Oh, come on. Dennis.

Petty criminal turns
ambulance driver.

It's a good news story.
- Qualified and everything.

That's big for you, right?

Yeah. Thank you. Um, yeah.

I've got a certificate
and everything.

Don't listen to them, Rhys.

They're trying to lull you
into giving you information

that you probably don't have.

Uh, we believe

that Rhys is possibly
an accessory after the fact.

Accessory to what?

Improperly interfering
with a dead body.

Whoa, whoa.
No, I didn't. I didn't do that.

So you have no knowledge
of a dead body

that Lena Branson says
you showed her in the back

of your ambulance?

I didn't show it to her.

I mean, well, like,
not intentionally.

I wouldn't--
I wouldn't do that.

- So there was a body.
- Ah, here we go.

As the blind woman said
to the naked bishop,

nothing to see here.

- Except, um--
- Rhys, I think we're done here.

- Well--
- Listen to me.

Let him speak, Dennis.

Can I have a word
with my client?

- Oh, God. Do I want to know?
- It's Johnny.

I think he's done
something really bad.

- Shocker.
- Kristin, please.

Is now the time
I don't say "I told you so"?

I thought you liked
the bad boys.

No, I mean, like, really bad.

Okay.

I should have known
something was up

when he got the news
about his uncle.

Dad, it's Johnny.
I got told to call you.

He's gone, Johnny.
Your Uncle Les is dead.

No.

It's been an emotional day, mate.

I'm, uh,
I'm feeling a bit emotional.

It'd be good to see you, actually.

So, uh, I'll text you
the address.

All right. Thank you, mate.

Ooh.

Don't mind if I do, brother.

Croatian you say?

Cuban, Bobby.
Only ever Cuban, man.

Never mind.

We got to go.

But we only just got here.

Are you going to pay for
those drinks first?

Trudy, I've just had
a bereavement in the family.

I'm unable to think about
finances at a time like this.

- Pull the other one, Johnny.
- No! God's honest.

I've got this.

See?
That's called compassion.

Then he took me to
where his dad lives.

Are you for real?

Yeah.

Johnny, welcome back.

Come on in.

Wow.

You know Bill Tompkins
and his lovely wife, Darlene.

Nice to meet you,
Johnny, old boy.

Aah! Johnny.

It's all right.
He's just fainted.

Culture shock
probably coming from prison.

Oh, you must be...

- Nikki.
- I can see what he sees in you.

Make yourself at home.

Come on, girl.
I'll show you around.

Oi! Come on. Wakey, wakey.

Get it together.
Lots to discuss, son.

Lots to discuss.

All right.

Then he started
acting strange.

Ta. I'll get the next one, okay?

Don't worry about it.

You see? You see,
that is what I'm feeling

from you right now.

I can't hold it in any longer.

What are you talking about?

Johnny, Don't you break that.

Trudy, I'm a lover,
not a fighter.

This song goes out
to the woman I love.

Oh, my God.

♪ Nikki Sims, Nikki Sims,
will you marry me? ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it will be
to ride ♪

♪ Into a long term relationship
with you, hey! ♪

Johnny, what are you doing?

- Nikki, I'm proposing.
- Oh, Johnny.

I've never felt this way
before about a woman.

Okay, that is really sweet,
but let's not do this.

Wait. What? Hang on.
What do you mean?

Turn the mic off, you loser!

Please.
Please tell me you didn't.

No, of course not.

Every time a guy asks me
to marry him, things go bad.

Like real pear shaped, you know?
- Yeah, I know.

I've been on the receiving end

of many a late night
phone call from you.

So I had my radar on.

Is this one of those
nos that really mean yes?

Honey, we can't afford
to get married.

Oh, no, but we can.
I'm a wealthy man.

Or about to be. Yeah.

I'm coming into money, and
everything I own will be yours.

- What money?
- I can't say.

- Why not?
- Lubed lips sink ships.

But if we're married,
we can't have secrets.

Okay. Um...

I helped out Dad and Uncle Les
with some business and...

- But Uncle Les is dead.
- Oh, yeah, he is.

But you know
that Tompkins place?

That is essentially mine.

I thought Bill and Darlene
owned that.

Yeah, they do, but they're
going to sell it real soon.

And I'm going to get 4%.

Wow. 4%.
That's got to be a lot.

We can live it up.
We can travel.

We can go anywhere
you want to go, baby.

We can get one of those gondolas
through the canals of New York.

- What did you have to do?
- Eh?

The business with your dad?

Oh, I can't say.

Well, how will I know
it's the truth?

Okay. Uh, hypothetically,

which means whatever
I say is true,

but it's not because it's a what
if this was true scenario,

which is true, but it can't be.

Okay, I know what
hypothetical means, Johnny.

Uh, yeah,
we dug up my Uncle Les.

Feel free to use
the other spade, Les.

Stop complaining, you two.
All right?

Remember, I'm offering you 4%

of a very large piece
of the pie here.

Hey, look,
I've been thinking.

Why not make it 5%?
I'm better with even numbers.

Because there's
four of us, Johnny--

me, Darlene, Bobby here,
and you.

How many times does
five go into four?

- Oh, um...
- None, because it doesn't fit.

So it can't be 5%.
Can it, Johnny?

Hey.
Well, if there's four of us,

why not make it 25% each?

Well, because Darlene
and I have to take half

because it's her place,
so that's only fair.

And the remaining half
is divided four ways at 4% each.

It's simple maths, Johnny.

Oh, yeah.

So you see? 4%, legit.

Still reckon I can get it
to five.

You dug up your dead uncle?

Yeah, hypothetically,
that is correct.

Why?

Because the cops were
after him.

- But he was dead.
- Yeah.

Look, they're not
very smart, eh?

- Okay. So where is he now?
- Uh, gone.

Wait, you threw the body
of your dead uncle off a cliff?

- Johnny, this is sick.
- Oh, no no no, no!

Look, he was dead anyway.
- Johnny, that is so messed up.

What the hell
is wrong with you?

Okay, it wasn't my uncle,
all right?

It was actually Bill Tompkins
that was already dead.

And look, look, you
cannot tell anyone, all right?

And that is
not even hypothetical.

Hey, Johnny,
you are confusing me.

Why do guys always do this
to me?

Nikki, you need
to come with me.

Come on.

- Thanks, Rhys.
- Detective.

Rhys, let's go.

I'm just the messenger.

I'll put the coffee on.

That's quite a story, Nikki.

Regarding Johnny Oades, are
you still together with them?

Are you kidding?
No. I am sworn off men.

No offense.
- None taken.

Could you organize
Ms. Sims a ride home

and see Kristin through.

This way.

Detective.

Detective, I'm gonna need to
revoke your leave.

Are you okay with that?

We only have hearsay
from Nikki via Johnny Oades.

What if he just made
it up to impress her?

Why would he think
that would impress her?

Strike that. It's Johnny Oades.

What your sister
reported is consistent

with what Rhys Oades
just shared.

There was this meeting.
They wanted me to tell Lena

that she was wrong
about Bill Tompkins.

Which I thought was not right.

But then they explained
that I was wrong

because Bill isn't Bill.

Once you know it,
you can't un-know it.

Bill here is actually Les.

Wait, so your name's not Bill?

That's right, Rhys.
I'm your uncle Les.

Hello.

I mean,
it's all pretty confusing.

And you're prepared
to put this in a statement?

He knows what this will mean.

Rhys, tell me you understand.

Rhys, look at me.
Look me in the eye.

Uh, wait. So if I...

If I tell them what
I just told you,

then I will become
a police witness.

Families get funny
about that sort of thing.

But if I don't show
up to Christmas,

then they will know
something is wrong.

You'll be asked
to carry on as normal

until they make their move.

Oh, man.

Uh...

"Had to go to work.
Catch up later.

Merry Christmas from K."

Kiss. Kiss.

♪ Away in a manger

♪ No crib for a bed

Well, look who's here.

Frodo!

Come on in.

- Hey, Frods.
- Rhys. Johnny. Hey, Uncle Bobby.

Mrs. Tompkins, merry Christmas.

What do you bring
someone who has everything?

Oh! You shouldn't have.

Presents not expected other
than your presence.

Good to see you, Frodo.

Well, thanks for inviting me,
Mr. Tompkins.

Now, Bill--
you can call me Bill.

All right.
Don't dilly dally around.

Now why don't you find a seat,
and let's tuck in.

Dun dun dun!

Here we go!

Oh, look at that.
You've outdone yourself.

Mm.

Well, Christmas is such fun!

Now a toast.
To absent friends.

Oh.

I'm sure you're all aware
that there's someone missing

from the table this year.

And I'd really like
to pay homage to him.

To Les Oades.

- To Les.
- To Les.

Now, in the spirit of Les,

and unaccustomed
as I am to the art form,

I've dared to write a poem.

- Oh, well done, Bill.
- Thank you.

"There is a woman
called Darlene.

She's the most beautiful
the world has ever seen.

I rolled her over in a bed
of clover and said, goodness me,

I've really lucked in there,
mate."

Well done.

Oh, Bill,
you're such a romantic!

Isn't it a scorcher?

Mm.
- Okay.

How is that a poem
if it doesn't even rhyme?

It's postmodern, Johnny.
Get with it. Come on.

If only you were here,
half uncle Les.

You two could have had
a poetry slam.

Oh, we could indeed, Frodo.
We could indeed, mate.

Uh, Johnny, you can wear
the Santa suit this year.

- Why me?
- Because you need to cheer up.

And we need a bloody Santa.

Hey, I've just been dumped
by my fiancee.

I'm grieving.
- All the more reason.

You're a loser.
So put the suit on.

- I got dumped as well.
- See? Why can't Rhys do it?

'Cause I bloody say so!
Now put the bloody suit on!

- Merry Christmas, Rhys.
- Oh, no, I can't.

I'm on duty.

Yeah.
You've been out a lot lately.

They're working you pretty hard.

Everything okay?

Uh, yeah. Sweet.

And we're all right,
aren't we, Rhys?

- Um, uh, yeah.
- 'Cause there's a lot going on.

It's all about the family.
You understand?

Because without family,
you're nothing.

Eh, Rhys?

Um...

Uh, it's a call out.

Got to go.

Seriously?

Give me a look at that.

That's all right, then.
Better bugger off, eh?

Yeah. Uh, thanks.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Right.

It's okay, Rhys.

As we discussed,
make yourself scarce.

Bobby, mind if we come in?

You can't just barge
in here on Christmas Day. Oi!

- We need to talk to Les.
- Les is dead.

- Where is he, Bobby?
- You went to his funeral.

Mind if we look around?

A warrant?

Yeah. What the hell
are you looking for?

The body of Bill Tompkins.

Come on, come on.

Oh, no.

Okay.

Hi, detectives.
I didn't know you were coming.

Bobby, where is he?

- Who?
- Les.

Well, I should be
asking you that.

You're the ones
who turfed him out of his grave.

- Wait. Les is dead.
- Where is Les and Darlene?

Uh, Bill and Darlene
said they were going

for a stroll to walk
off the Christmas pudding.

Which was weird
because we haven't

even started the mains yet.

- You want to go?
- Yeah.

We got this.

Bobby Oades,
you're under arrest.

Read him his rights.
- What for?

Where do I start? Get the team
to surround the area.

Ho ho ho!
Here I am.

Johnny.
Don't even think about it.

What?

You know what?

He's mine.

This should be entertaining.

Give it up, Johnny!

He's still mine!

Best seats in the house.

Johnny, meet Bill.

Oh, that's right,
you've already met.

Aah!

I know that sound.

That's your car, isn't it?

I don't believe it.

Oh. Not again.

Come on.

♪ Here's the deal,
now listen, kid ♪

♪ To what I said,
not what I did ♪

♪ Get confused and think a lot

♪ Squeeze a lemon or easy drop

♪ He's a gold digger

You think you can outrun
them, Les?

I'm faster than
a bat out of hell.

Yeah! Go, baby, go!

Don't spare the horses.

♪ Careful what you say

♪ He's not just here for fun

Whoa!

You alright, girl? Alright?

This is Bailey's Road.
It leads to Devil's Drop.

It's a dead end.

- Well, you don't think he's--
- No, no no, no.

He wouldn't.

He better not.

♪ He's not just here for fun

♪ Run, run, run away

♪ Run away

♪ Run away

They're never going
to take us alive, Darl.

Till death do us part, Les.

I love you, my queen.

No!

Aaaah!
What's going on?

What the hell, Les?!

Out of bloody gas.
Who doesn't fill the car up?

Let's go.

- All of nothing, baby.
- All or nothing.

All or nothing.

- Go!
- Go, darling.

Go, go.

Miss Wordsworth
might have said she's

a bloody long way
down there, Darl.

- Ah! I'm trying!
- Here we go.

Oh, my God. Let me go.

Les!
Step away from the fence.

Bugger!

I think I might have let
you down there, Darl.

Put your hands up.

I love you, Les-o.

I love you too, Darlene.

Hey, fellas.

What just happened?
Oh.

I know, another stink Christmas.

Dennis, how are you, mate?

Just got a bit
of a situation here.

Um...
- So I heard.

The thing is, Bill.
Or is it Lester?

And don't take this
the wrong way.

I never take cases
I think I can't win.

You are on your own, sunshine.

♪ In the velvet night

♪ Before the golden light,
you're gonna fall ♪

♪ You're gonna fall

♪ Baby, strike a match
before it burns to ash ♪

- ♪ You're gonna fall
- ♪ You're gonna fall

Uh, could you state
your full name?

Uh, Darlene Tompkins.

And, uh, who
do you know this person to be?

Les. That's Les.

Lester Edwin Oades?

Yes.

And for the record,

this is not your dead husband,
Bill Tompkins.

No.

When did your relationship
with Les begin?

Um, about six months ago.

Back in the South Island.
Les answered my ad.

"Live in groundsman wanted."

These will be your quarters.

So you're giving
me the job, then?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You have to understand,
Les awakened something in me,

something that had died,
and was so handsome.

So clever.

Like wind and rain.

Like petrol and flame.
Bang, crash.

Hot, wet, and burning
with desire.

You're my fire queen,
a princess dream.

They call you trouble,
but I, I call you Darlene.

- Oh.
- Darlene.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Darlene.

It felt very natural.

It's kind of like destiny,
bound together

like the perfect union of salt
and stone and carbon monoxide.

After that, it was nonstop.

We stole moments
whenever we could.

Gee whiz, she consumed me.

I'd even go so far
as to say she devoured me, sir.

I need to tell Bill.

I need to tell him
that I'm in love with you.

Oh, steady on, Darlene.

I think we've got the best
of both worlds here.

Saucy relations
and a very lavish lifestyle.

I mean, I've grown
accustomed to Bill's top shelf.

I tell you.

Yeah, but don't you
want it all?

So I was moving
to Brokenwood

part of the plan to kill him?

No, no, no, that's the thing.

Fate intervened.

Bill just dropped dead
of a heart attack.

Just fell on the floor.

Well, blow me, Darl.

Hm.

Well, the poor joker
just dropped to the floor.

Damned spot and all that.

With a little help
from Darlene?

Well, no, no, it was a run of
the mill heart attack, you know.

- Caused by Darlene.
- Well, I'm not quite sure

where you're going with
that one.

Mm, well, that's curious,
because your brother Bobby does.

Anything Bill Tompkins has done
has nothing to do with me.

He hosted Christmas.

I was very generous,
and Bill and Darlene,

very generous people.

On the other hand, your
son Rhys saw it differently.

You're-- you're my Uncle Les
who's dead?

Do I look dead to you?

And more to the point,
do I look like a sex pest?

The answer is no, by the way.

And you need to tell your little
girlfriend that, please/

Set the record straight.
- Do you understand, Rhys?

She didn't see what
she thought she saw.

No, you can't say that.
It did happen.

She's sure.

No. So it did happen, Rhys.
But it wasn't Les.

It was Bill.

Oh.
So what do you want to be, Bill?

- Because he's dead.
- And you're not Darlene?

No, no, no. I am Darlene. Oh.

Uh, Les. And I'm going to call
him Les from now on.

Good idea,
given that's his name.

Yeah, he was just
trying to help

a damsel in distress,
a grieving widow.

So, as you can see, we've got

ourselves a situation here,
Bobby.

Yeah.

What the hell happened to him?

Well, I only know what
Darlene told me.

As it happened, she just wanted
to change a lampshade.

What have you done?

- Nothing.
- Don't give me that.

I know that look.

I didn't mean to.

You stupid bastard!

We'd sold up to leave all
that sick stuff in the south.

New island, new start.

But he just couldn't keep it
in his pants.

How old was she?

She won't say anything.

Yeah, but what about
the next one?

And the one after that?

Don't get high
and mighty with me.

I know about you and Les.

Don't change the subject!

Les has to go!

Don't you dare!

He's a leech!

Living off my land,
my pantry, my wife!

If you touch Les,

I'll go to the cops
with your dirty little secret.

I should have done it
the first time.

You wouldn't go to the cops.

Not in a million years.
You haven't got the balls.

Oh!

Bloody hell!

Darlene!

With his heart condition,
it didn't take much, I guess.

He's got two
grown up children

from his first marriage.

They live overseas and they are
ungrateful swine, apparently.

Darlene reckons that
they were going to go for half,

but she thought that was
very unfair,

and Les was inclined to agree.

Now, why should
she have to give away half when,

with our help,
she can take it all, Bobby?

We cash up in the new year,
and we head for Bolivia, mate.

- Bolivia?
- Yeah.

There's no extradition
there, Bobby.

We'll be safe as houses.
We'll be sold up and long gone

before those kids even know
their dad's dead.

4% a hell of a lot, Bobby.

And you won't even
have to lift a finger, mate.

Like I said,
none of this was my idea.

For Les to become Bill,
that was Bobby's idea.

You're not from
around these parts.

And Bill's only been
here a week.

Who's to say who's who, eh?

Hey, watch this.
Frodo.

Hey, Uncle Bobby. How's
the grave digging business?

Yeah.
Keeping me honest, Frodo.

Keeping me honest.

Have you met Bill Tomkins?
You Uncle Les works for him.

- Hey. Nice to meet you.
- Frodo, is it?

Yeah.
Franklin for short.

Yeah.
Well, good to meet you, Frodo.

Good to meet you.

Honestly, none of it.

I had to put him
in the chiller for a day

and leave him on the road.

Yeah, that was Bobby's
idea, as well.

Right. He's coming back
from the pub.

He carks it.
No one will think twice.

Yeah.

Well, things may
have got a little out of hand.

So...

In my defense,
Bill wasn't a good person.

So better off dead,
do you think?

You tell me.

Dumped in the middle
of the road and buried.

Then dug back up
and thrown off a cliff

and left to wash up in the tide.

I think it was Byron who said,
"It is what it is, man.

It is what it is."

Les, will you wait for me?

Les?

♪ When the shadows climb,
you'll already be mine ♪

♪ You're gonna fall

♪ You broke the lock
on your heart, but its in vain ♪

♪ Now I'll scale the walls
you put up ♪

♪ To keep the pain out

♪ Flag high and kiss
your ass goodbye ♪

♪ You're gonna fall
into my arms ♪

♪ You're gonna fall

♪ I'll be the one
to knock your head off ♪

Merry Christmas, Johnny.

♪ You're gonna fall,
you're gonna fall ♪

What did I say?

Christmas brings
out the worst in people.

You really think that?

Well, maybe
if you're an Oades.

Well, team, uh, I'm sorry you
missed your celebrations.

Yeah, well, a glass of wine,
don my eyebrows.

I really know how to have
a meaningful Christmas Day.

All that food,
I couldn't let it go to waste.

I'm doing an orphan's Christmas.

Okay.

♪ We don't get snow
like some places we know ♪

♪ The bobby's and the pace
is real slow ♪

♪ So leave a year's worth
of worries alone ♪

♪ This Christmas

Merry Christmas, everyone.

- Cheers.
- Merry Christmas.

♪ Mistletoe

♪ 'Cause, baby,
you are Christmas to me ♪

♪ Baby, you are
Christmas to me ♪

♪ Baby, you
are Christmas to me ♪

♪ Baby, you are
Christmas to me ♪

♪ Baby, you are
Christmas to me ♪

♪ Baby, you are
Christmas to me ♪

♪ Baby, you are
Christmas to me ♪