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- PILOT: We're on our final approach into Queenstown.

For those of you on the right-hand side of the plane,

the mountains you can see are the remarkable Remarkables.

- # Dead love couldn't go no further.

♪ Proud of and disgusted by her.

♪ Push, shove, a little bruised and battered.

♪ Oh Lord, I ain't coming home with you.

♪ My life's a bit more colder.

♪ Dead wife is what I told her.

♪ Brass knife sinks into my shoulder.

♪ Oh babe, don't know what I'm gonna do.

♪ I see my redhead, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.

♪ The stage, it smells, tells, hell's bells, misspells,

♪ knocks me on my knees.

♪ It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt,

♪ hang me on a tree.

♪ After I count down three rounds in hell, I'll be in good company.

♪ Dead love couldn't go no further.

♪ Proud of and disgusted by her.

♪ Push, shove, a little bruised and battered.

♪ Oh Lord, I ain't coming home with you.

♪ My life's a bit more colder.

♪ Dead wife is what I told her.

♪ Brass knife sinks into my shoulder.

♪ Oh babe, don't know what I'm gonna do. ♪

- Hi, Mum.

I got an earlier flight.

Yes, well, I― I was gonna come and pick you up.

- Oh, it's fine.

- Uh, is that everything?

- Yeah, the rest of my stuff is getting sent over from Sydney.

- Ah. To here?

- Yeah. Was that... - Yeah. No, no, no, that's fine.

I just thought you might want the lodge.

There's more than enough room here now, so...

I'll make us a cup of tea. - Great.

- We got someone.

- Roger that.

Oh no.

Please don't do that, Anais.

- Sorry. - I'm gonna sell it, I think.

It's in the sun there, which isn't meant to be good for it.

- You can just move it.

- It makes me sad anyway.

- Yeah.

- No wallet, no ID. Nothing.

- Nothing useful in the car either, as far as I can tell.

We won't get a proper look until they...

they un... un-crunch it.

- Be a while before we can winch it out again. It's a long way up.

We'll be choppering this poor kid out.

- It's a nice car,

what's left of it.

- Better run the plates, eh? - Oh, do you think―?

- I've already got Simon on it, Jarrod. First thing I did.

- Safe. - Hey, how long on that chopper?

- Hi.

Yeah, no, I arrived this morning.

Oh, it was fine. It was just a hop over the ditch.

Yeah.

Hey, I thought I would pop into work, check out the changes, and say hi.

Yeah.

Oh, no, great.

All right, bye.

Sorry.

- No. No need to apologise.

Are you going out?

- Yeah. I said I'd pop in to work.

- Good. I've got a lovely blue cod for dinner.

- Yum.

- Simon. - Boss.

Uh, the fatality at Skipper's Canyon.

- How many is it this year? - Three.

Yeah.

Uh, the rego ― it's the stolen car that was reported this morning.

- Sebastian Van Heusen's?

Brilliant

It'll be our fault we didn't find it before it got totalled.

- I'm gonna let you tell him that. - Thanks, boss. You're all heart

Uh, no ID on the driver.

Tempting to assume he's the thief.

- So let's not. Let's find out who he is first.

- It might take a while, so I'm gonna have to handball those

petty thefts off to Jarrod and Hoana when they get back.

- Kids will be delighted.

- HOANA: You OK?

- Oh, yeah, nah. Just a little... you know.

No worries, though. I'm― I'm sweet as.

- First tupapaku?

- Yeah, on the job. Yeah.

Few tangis and that, but...

it was on a whole nother level, eh?

- Well, an accident scene or a crime scene...

it's not quite like a tangi. It can rock anyone.

You've seen a few, I guess?

- Not many.

A few.

Hey, took me a minute.

- SOFTLY: Yeah, copy that.

- Oh, sorry. - Oh, sorry.

Anais. You're... You're here. Hi!

Yeah. Hi!

Yeah, here I am.

Yeah― How are you? - Good. Yeah.

Are you visiting your mum, or...? - No, no. I, um― I got a gig, so...

I'm back.

- Oh, that's― that's great. - Yeah.

- Uh, we'll have to catch up. - Definitely. Yes.

Catching up on the list.

How's Luke? - He's, um...

Yeah, he's― he's fine.

- Busy as usual. - Uh, were you just working out?

- Oh, no, I was just, um, checking in on staff. I own this place now.

Yeah, it's been open

about 18 months. - Wow. Congratulations.

I have to join up ― get some abs happening.

- Well, I'll organise a discount for you.

I'm actually opening up another one soon, out by Five Mile.

- Oh wow. Business must be booming. - Yeah, lots of regulars.

And, you know, tourists, of course, short-term memberships.

You'll have to get used to the cold again. Where were you? Melbourne?

- Sydney.

- Bye, Marijke. How was your workout?

- Fine. Excellent, thanks.

- Well, I, uh... I said I'd pop into work.

- OK, well, we'll do coffee, yeah? - Yes.

- Yeah. - Yeah, great.

Um, say hi to Luke for me. - Oh, I will. I will.

- OK. Bye. - Bye.

QUIETLY: Fuck.

- You got the body out, then? - Just.

He's on his way to the morgue.

Maybe Dr Cooper will find a useful tattoo or something.

Figure out who he is.

- Did you get photos? - Yeah. A bunch, boss.

- Good. Pass them on to Simon. - Yeah. I'll liaise with Dr Cooper.

We'll try to identify him. Then at least we can inform next of kin.

- Killed while driving a stolen car. - They'll be stoked

- Simon will brief you on his other inquiry.

You can take over the legwork on that.

- Yep. Sure, Detective.

No probs.

- Hi there.

Inspector. - It's good to see you, Anais.

Constable Renner, Senior Constable Rata, Detective Delaney,

this is Detective Sergeant Mallory. - Hi.

So, Inspector.

Happened just after you left. - I know. I heard. I kept tabs.

You can take the girl out of Queenstown...

- The girl took herself out of Queenstown, if I remember right.

- And how is it being the big boss?

- Still getting used to it, to be honest.

But hey, they're a good crew.

Hoana Rata ― she's sharp, experienced.

She just made sergeant. Gets her stripes soon.

Young Renner ― he's learning. He's green but keen.

But Simon ― Simon can be a bit territorial.

You might find that he wants to cling to his perch.

- I'm sure I'll cope. - You're gonna have to...

sharing an office with him. It's not quite as flash as Sydney,

but I'm sure you'll cope with that as well.

- Yeah, I'll be all right, boss.

- Now, I kept tabs as well.

I didn't expect to see you back here. You were doing really well ―

homicide, specialising.

So, what did bring you back here?

- I just thought Mum could use the help after Lynne.

- No other agenda? - No. Just here to do the job.

- OK. Well, if you need help with anything beyond that...

you're gonna let me know, yeah? - Yes. Will do.

- Boss. Rata and Renner are all up to speed on the thefts.

I'll, uh, talk to Seb Van Heusen on this other thing.

Then first thing, I'll attend the autopsy on our car thief.

- If he is one.

- Yeah, well, I mean, stolen car, kid behind the wheel ―

just another idiot gone over the edge at Skipper's.

- Simon.

- Did you say tomorrow morning, Simon? Do you mind if I join?

- Well, it'll be first thing. - That's OK. See you there.

Thanks, boss.

- What?

- Mallory.

Her sister was one of those

'idiots that went over the edge at Skipper's' two years ago.

- QUIETLY: Fuck.

Hey, babe.

Hey, I was just coming to see you. - Yeah, I saw your car pull up.

- You will never guess who I just ran into.

- Oh, not with your car, I hope.

- Anais.

Right. Well, that would have been interesting, I imagine.

Veronica didn't say anything about a visit.

- Oh, she's not just visiting. She's back ― to work, she said.

- Right. Well, that'll be even more interesting, then, won't it?

OK, well...

- Thank you.

- The sauce is lumpy. So sorry, darling. Your...

Your sister used to do all the cooking.

- No, no. It's good. It's better than I could do.

- Rubbish. You're a good cook as well.

I just― You know, I wanted to do something special for you.

So you don't― you don't have to finish it.

- With wine? - Helps me relax, darling.

So, how was work?

- Yeah, good. Met the new guys.

Well, 'new'. They've been there a while.

And, um, the other detective seems a bit uptight.

And I had to keep reminding myself to call Sharon 'boss'.

It's what I do, Mum.

- Yes, I know.

Well, the family business is still going

despite the loss of your father. Sales are up, which is heartening.

Charles would be delighted.

Hopefully I won't be too busy, though, so we can find some time.

- Oh, and, um, you can have the Jeep if you like.

- Oh, yeah. I love the Jeep.

- Remember all those fishing trips you used to take with your father?

How many times did it break down, do you think?

- LAUGHS: So many.

- Morena, Anjali. - Good morning, Dr Cooper.

- Ihaka, please. Informality, Anjali. That's how I roll, OK?

- Yes, Dr Cooper. Just as formality is how I roll.

- Yeah, yeah.

All right, let's take a look.

What do you see? - Um, young male, possibly 20s.

Uh, good musculature, fit, a solid tan.

Head and facial trauma and what looks like

multiple fractures... everywhere.

- OK. OK. Very good, thank you. Ethnicity? Um...

Latino, maybe?

Legs, please.

When was the car crash? - Um, hikers heard...

the car go over the cliff at about 7 o'clock yesterday morning.

They got to the site in just under an hour.

- Right.

Right. That is interesting. Very, very interesting.

Come in, Delaney. Boy, I, uh,

have an unusual one for you this morning, Detective.

- Oh, OK. - Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry.

Clearly, you are not Detective Delaney.

- No, he's on his way, I'm sure.

I am Detective Sergeant Anais Mallory.

- Anais? - Ihaka.

- Anais. Oh my God.

How are you? - Good. How are you?

You're a pathologist now.

- Yeah. I― I thought you were in Sydney.

- Oh, yeah, I was. I just got back yesterday. Would you believe it?

- This is worth scrubbing up again for. I'm sorry my hand is wet.

Um, Anjali, this is Anais. We went to school together.

- Hi.

- There's probably more respectful venues for a reunion, right?

- Yeah. - OK.

Thank you, Anjali.

Hey, this is amazing.

- Yeah, it must be like, uh... Like―

- Four years, I think. - Four?

- Yeah. Last time I saw you, you were still doing your specialist training.

- Yeah, yeah, I was in Christchurch after I qualified.

I actually― I haven't been back long myself, but...

Wow, you're a detective sergeant now.

That is amazing. Congratulations. - Thank you. Yes, homicide,

so I hope not to see too much of you. - Yeah, yeah. Fair point.

Still a shame, but, um... fair point.

Although, you may be best qualified to be attending for this one.

- Really? I thought it was a traffic accident.

- I don't think so. Like, I can tell you, even before I've opened

this poor guy up, that there were late signs of liver mortis,

independent areas, fresh decomposition, early stages.

It's, um...

That car went off the cliff almost exactly 24 hours ago, right?

- Yeah.

- That young man has been dead for at least three days.

OK. Scalpel, please.

- There's Mallory. I see you, uh, beat me to it.

- You did say first thing. - I did. Yeah, I did.

Morning, Doc. I see I haven't kept you waiting either.

- I have already come to some determinations, actually.

- Great, OK. What are we, uh... What are we looking at?

- Some pretty suspicious circumstances

and maybe a homicide.

JARROD: Right. Great.

Thanks, Miss Jhou. I'll be in touch if, um...

I mean, wewill be in touch if anything turns up.

- OK. Thank you. - Thanks.

- Eyes right, Jarrod? Coffee?

- Sorry. Just taking a statement from that girl. So pretty.

Not getting very far, are we?

- All these thefts. You'd think they'd want this guy caught.

- Yeah. If it is a guy.

- Point. Point.

- Guess no one wants to talk much, huh?

- Nah, not really.

Well, actually, she did.

So hot.

Right, um, yeah.

She gave a rough description of a bloke snatching a friend's moped.

Yeah. Could be anyone, though.

She didn't exactly provide a lot of detail.

- But you gotherdetails, yes?

- Mm, yeah, 'course I did. Like I said, she's pretty as.

- So what's the next step?

What moped? What friend? What happened?

- Oh, um, I don't know. You'd have to ask her.

- No, you will. Let's catch up to her, eh?

See if she can remember a bit more.

- Oh, but what about my coffee? - Jarrod.

- OK, OK. Um...

Yeah, yeah. Come on. Come on.

- Extra desk. Bit tight.

- Mallory needs a workspace. - In my office?

- Technically, it's her office.

She's your superior, and she is generously allowing you to share it.

So be grateful and stop your whinging.

Ah, Anais. I had these authorised and sent off to Interpol for you.

- Oh, Interpol. Wow. Flash.

- Prints from our unknown.

Thought we might get lucky and find them on record overseas.

- Nothing in his clothes? - Not even any labels.

They've all been ripped out.

- Like someone wanted to make it hard.

- Yeah, or wanted to conceal the fact that they've been stolen.

I mean, there's been an increase in thefts from hostels, right?

Maybe our kid's not just a car thief.

- Very clever, Detective Sergeant.

- Delaney!

- I'll go.

I'll have one of those, thanks.

- Help yourself. It's shit.

- So is it, um, women in general, or just me in particular?

- Sorry?

- The attitude.

We're gonna be sharing an office. Maybe we should call a truce.

- Well, I mean, I can probably just work in here, you know,

if you need the space for all your homicides.

- Don't be childish, Simon. It's time-consuming.

Look... I know I'll be working on other things

most of the time, but since you were already on this,

why don't we just both call ourselves homicide?

- Sure, yeah.

- Great. - Cool.

- So, Interpol are gonna take forever to get back, as usual.

And, um, it's a long shot anyway, so...

- So we come back to the car?

- Mm-hm. Plan A. When and how it was stolen, yeah.

Our guy could have boosted it before he got killed,

or somebody else stole it and used it to dispose of his body.

Wow. You're right. That... is shit.

- Yeah. - I've tried complaining.

- Well, um, try harder.

Yeah?

- Gotcha.

- Thanks, Maja. I'll see you next week at the, uh, spin class.

- Hey, Maja. - Hi.

- I keep, um, bumping into you. - Yeah. Personal training.

What are you―? - Professional visit.

- Oh, well, I should, um, get going. I'll see you at the studio.

- Sure.

Can I help you? - I hope so.

Um, I am Detective Mallory.

I was hoping to talk to Mr Van Heusen.

- I don't really appreciate the police knocking on my door.

You couldn't have just called?

- I'm the soul of discretion. I came in an unmarked car.

The neighbours will just think you're selling the house.

- You want a water? Coffee?

- I've just had a lovely coffee at the station, thanks.

- I might have one.

Well,

he's lucky he's dead.

Would have killed him myself if I caught him.

- Have you seen my car? - Total wreck.

- You reported it stolen yesterday?

- Yeah, as soon as I realised it was gone.

I told your mate, uh, Delaney.

- Well, um, how about you tell me? I'm a great listener.

- I left it at a restaurant car park. Amoretti's.

Wife and I had been to dinner, had a few drinks,

so we decided to walk home.

I meant to pick it up the next day, but I got called away on business.

- What business was that?

- Antiques and collectables. I import them. I had to go to

Lyttelton for a couple of days, sort out a problem with a shipment.

- Right. And your wife didn't bother to pick up the car?

- No. It's a manual.

Was.

I mean, I like them.

But Marijke only drives her coupe, an automatic.

I think I told old mate that as well.

- So how long was your car sitting in the car park?

- Till it got stolen, I imagine. - Yeah, funny. I'll pay that one.

Uh, how long was it sitting there before you noticed it going missing?

- Three days.

- Right. And did you notice anyone sniffing around when you parked it?

- Nope.

- Young man, 20s...

- Who cares anyway? You said he's dead.

He's not gonna pay for stealing my fucking car, is he?

- Maybe he already did pay.

Thanks for your help. Um, please make sure we can contact you.

We might need to talk again.

- Can't promise to hang around. I've got a business to run.

- Yeah, just as long as we can call you.

Enjoy your workout. Maybe, uh, focus on the legs.

Nice wristbands, by the way.

- He's a prick. He is ripped, though.

- Hey, I want you to check on Sebastian Van Heusen's movements ―

a trip to Lyttelton. Text you the dates. And, um, Amoretti's ―

that's new, yeah?

- Yeah. The, uh... The gym woman. Her husband owns it.

- What gym woman?

- You know, the one that runs the Oasis Club in town?

- Maja? Luke Staunton owns Amoretti's?

- It's his latest, yeah. He has a few now, I think.

- Fucking hell. - What, do you know him, do ya?

- Yeah, I know him.

- I can talk to him instead if it's a problem.

- It's not a problem.

- OK.

- I was engaged to him for a while. I broke it off.

He married my best friend about a year later. It's no problem.

- LUKE: Darling, you're not in a good place right now.

You should think about this. - I have thought about this.

- Anais, you just lost your dad.

You're emotional. You're asking yourself questions about life, us.

I get that.

- I've been asking questions for a long time, Luke,

and― and you never answer them.

It's like...

I'm skating on a frozen lake, and everything is perfect.

But I am so scared of what's under the ice.

I applied for a new posting, and I got it. I leave in 10 days.

Oh. My day just keeps getting better

Hi, Mum.

- Oh, darling, this is a surprise.

I missed you at breakfast. - Yeah. Early start, sorry.

- Anais. Great to see you. Maja told me you were in town.

- Yeah, I've, um, bumped into her a couple of times, actually.

You wait tables now?

- Oh, only for my favourite customer.

- Luke's helping me with advice on some of our listings.

- No, she doesn't need my help. She does a great job.

She just likes my company.

- Oh, well.

- Well, if I could deprive her of it for a minute.

- Uh, yeah. So, the car was way over there in the corner, apparently.

Uh, didn't even notice the Van Heusens had left it.

- They didn't call to let you know?

- No, but they were already regulars,

so they wouldn't have been worried.

- Right. And you didn't notice the car sitting here?

- No, I didn't. I mean,

busy training up my, uh, manager, a new business. You should come by

and check it out, Anais. I'd be happy to give you the grand tour―

- Don't see any cameras.

- Uh, no. Not happened yet. We've only been open a couple of months,

and the contractors keep screwing us around, and...

Maybe a friendly word from our local police would get them moving.

- The car could have been sitting here for all three days,

or it could have been stolen earlier.

What about your staff? Did they notice anything?

- Well, I asked them after Detective Delaney came by yesterday, and...

nobody could help.

- How far away is the Van Heusens'? 3 K's?

- About that. - It's a long walk at night.

- It's a good way to burn some calories, maybe?

And they're both very fit. - So no one noticed the car

sitting here, and no one noticed it going missing.

- I don't know what you want me to say. I can't help.

I mean, my focus tends to be on the customers... inside.

- Right.

Thanks for your time.

- Anais?

Aren't you... batting a bit below your average?

I mean, stolen cars ― I thought you handled more important things.

- Yeah, I do. This is a murder inquiry now.

- Well, that's dramatic. - Yeah. It's often sad... too.

- It really is good to see you.

- Despite the circumstances? - Yes, despite the circumstances.

You should come by the house instead of here. We can do...

dinner or something.

- Yeah.

The car's a dead end, so... plan B. - We have a plan B?

- We do. Simon's put it together. - Plan B ― we're not gonna find out

who killed this kid until we identify him, so...

- Well, there's nothing from Interpol on the victim.

He seems to be a cleanskin.

- Yeah, all we know is he had dark hair, maybe Latino, and the clothes.

The hoodie's pretty distinctive. Pants, too ― designer.

- And, hey ― red sneakers.

We talked to a girl. - Melissa Jhou.

Her boyfriend's moped was stolen by someone

who could fit your guy's description, wearing red sneakers.

- When was it stolen?

- Five nights ago. They didn't report it.

- A moped? How'd they get it here? - The hills, you mean?

Yeah, 50cc. Like...

Like a sewing machine with... with wheels.

- Well, follow up on it. Check traffic cams for that night,

businesses in the area. And meantime,

Simon's made a list of rounds for us to make with these photos,

see if anyone recognises the clothes the victim was wearing.

- We wanna show these around the community.

We're focusing on cheap accommodation,

back doors of businesses.

- Ihaka, Dr Cooper, said

this guy wasn't stabbed or anything, just smashed up.

I think he could have been sent over the cliff in that car

to disguise the fact that he'd been beaten to death.

I'm Detective Mallory...

- Hey, um, excuse me...

- Hi, Ihaka. How are you?

Not, um, busy, I hope.

- Yeah. Quiet, thank God. How's progress?

- Slow.

Still no victim ID.

- OK, well, hey, I was, um, reviewing my notes ―

something that might help, if I'm right.

Uh, there's a couple of

small marks on the boy's forearms. They're burns, possibly. Weeks old.

Uh, the kind you might get from putting something in the oven.

- OK, thanks. That― That might help narrow down our search a bit.

- OK. If I'm right.

- Well, if you are, I'll buy you dinner.

- OK. Yeah, great. I'll hold you to that.

Maybe we could―

- What's cooking?

Ovens? Bakeries? Takeaways?

- Kia ora, team. Hey, sorry.

I know it's a bit of a long shot, but I'm just going around

the community to see if anybody recognises any of these items.

- No, sorry. No idea.

- Bullshit, A'lo. Those are your sneakers, the ones that got stolen.

They are. Some creep took them at the hostel.

- Uh, hold that thought. Um, which hostel are we talking about?

- Beppos. It's at, um...

Gorge Road. - OK, yeah, I know where Beppos is.

Some great parties there, eh?

- Um, you, bro ― you'll need to talk to my colleague.

- Uh, no. Sorry. I― I've got a lot of work, actually.

- No worries.

- So, why would you pretend not to recognise your own sneakers?

- I don't wanna get involved.

- Well, you are involved now ― in a homicide inquiry.

- Que car― Que carajo? - Hey, language.

I think.

- A young man has been killed, beaten to death.

How angry were you about your sneakers being stolen, Alejandro?

- Look, I don't know what the hell this is about, OK?

- Can I see your hands, please?

Knuckles.

- I was in a fight a couple of days ago.

Some arsehole was being really gross to Sofia.

Look, I didn't kill anybody, OK? And if I had caught the prick,

I would've taken my sneakers back after I beat the shit out of him.

- Even so, I'm gonna have to ask you not to go anywhere.

Except for Beppos, with me, now.

This pie is unreal. - Yeah?

Right, bro, you're with me.

- Oh, look, I don't know anything about any stolen sneakers, but,

yeah, there was a... Brazilian bugger, I think he was.

- He didn't register with his passport?

Well, if he did, then he wouldn't have been able to split

without paying his bill, which is exactly what this bugger did.

- Actually, Mr Sterling, he didn't pay his bill cos he's dead.

- Dead?

Goodness, that's no good.

- When did he split? - Uh, just over a week ago.

Oh, here we go. 'Cempos'...

Campos. Raffael. That was the name he gave me anyway.

- That's Raffa. He also had a girlfriend.

- Yeah. No, that― that's right.

She... She probably took off after him.

Although they'd been fighting like cat and dog.

- When did your sneakers go missing? - A couple of weeks ago.

Raffa had been working some days at the pie cart.

My co-worker stole my sneakers. And it's not Campos; it's Da Costa.

- His girl is Chacha.

There's a photo

from a party about a week ago...

here.

That's them.

- Yeah, lots of wild parties here.

- Well, at least he didn't lie to everyone about his name.

Now we can start chasing entry details from INZ,

and we'll contact the Brazilian embassy, notify his next of kin.

Mr Sterling, we're gonna need your CCTV footage.

- No. No― No good to you, sorry. The cameras have been down for weeks.

I've been trying to get them fixed.

Queenstown.

- That's interesting. First Luke Staunton's, now his. Convenient.

Well, this'll have to do. Thank you.

- QUIETLY: Cheers. - See ya.

- He's just a kid, eh? - Yeah.

Our next job ― Chacha.

You're out there somewhere.

Hey. - Dinner's in the warming drawer.

- Thanks. Sorry I've been absent.

We've just spent the day trying to identify a dead boy.

- No, I don't wanna hear it, Anais.

Just be nice to see you for the odd meal, that's all.

Or if not, could you at least call?

- Look, Mum, my hours are always gonna be inconvenient, so...

I can organise my meals.

And... maybe when I've cleared this case,

it's better for both of us if I just go and stay at the lodge.

- Fine.

What happened to you two?

- A'LO: Look, I didn't kill anybody. And if I'd caught the prick,

I would have taken my sneakers back after I beat the shit out of him.

- He's dead. I would have killed him myself if I caught him.

- My focus tends to be on the customers inside.

- She probably took off after him,

although they'd been fighting like cat and dog.

- And do you remember what they were fighting about?

- No. No idea.

- Listen, Sofia,

I'm not interested in your work credentials or your holiday plans.

Someone is dead. I just need to find out what happened.

- OK. OK.

They were fighting about money, I guess.

- Dinheiro e sujo. - Dinheiro nao e sujo.

- Mas nao assim.

- But that's not all of it.

- Que isso?

- Simon, can you give us a minute?

- George...

- Hey, Campos, think some of that money might be mine, mate.

- We―we―we―we paid you.

- ...any chance, he hits on the girls.

- Maybe you can, um, swing a discount on the rest, Chacha.

- Some of them go with it,

other ways of paying for their stay.

- Gracias.

- What bull crap. Who said that?

- Doesn't matter who said it. Are you denying it or not?

- 'Course I'm bloody denying it!

- What if I told you Chacha herself had confirmed it?

- Well, she can't, can she? - Really? Why not?

- Because...

she's gone, you said.

Look, you can't trust half of the things these kids say, all right?

They're backpackers.

And even if it was true, it'd just be a little bit of fooling around.

Without coercion.

That's not a crime.

- Well, we can ask the court's opinion on that.

- Oh, for God's sake, this is ridiculous.

You know, I― I think Campos was pimping her out around the place.

- His name was Da Costa. Raffael.

- Fine.

- I don't know why they stay in these places.

- Well, you expect them to eat at Amoretti's

and get their bodies sculpted at Oasis Club?

I've got a photo of the name of the security companies on the cameras.

Give them a call.

- You speak Spanish? - Full of surprises.

Well, George Sterling's hiding something.

His security company reckons there's been no issues with the CCTV.

- Yeah, he's definitely in play. And then there's Alejandro Diaz.

Lied, been in a fight; Raffa stole his gear.

- Yeah, he's still in play, but I actually buy his point.

I think he would have taken his sneakers back after he beat Raffa up.

- Well, unless he got interrupted.

- Speaking of sneakers, anything back from traffic cams on that moped?

- Nah. Nothing yet. - Can we check all the other cameras?

I know it chews up resources, but... - Nah, that's OK. I'll get on to it.

- We need to check for the Van Heusens' car across all three days.

It's weird that Luke Staunton didn't notice it

sitting in the car park or going missing.

- I don't know. Dark car, dark corner, no cameras.

- Why would the Van Heusens walk home? Why not cab?

- Why? Because it's a lovely walk along the lake.

Ken and I, we used to do it all the time.

- So, uh, where to now?

- We need a warrant for Beppos' CCTV.

Anything back from the wreck? - No.

They basically had to prise the whole thing back into shape.

- Gather missing panels. - Total mess.

It's also key, boss.

We find the person who stole that car, we find Raffa's killer.

- OK, well, as Simon said, what's next?

- Something I probably should have already done, but have been avoiding.

Skipper's Canyon.

It's a secondary crime scene. Disposal of the body.

- We've got photos, Anais. - No, no, I need to get out there.

You can drive.

- Boss.

- Still nothing from uniforms on Chacha.

- OK, well, they can reach us if there's any developments.

- Yeah.

Even out here. - Even out here.

Do you think she could have had something to do with Raffael's death?

I mean, if they were fighting. - Ifthey were fighting.

Either way, she's our best shot at finding out what happened.

- Beautiful, isn't it?

- Yeah, it is.

- And dangerous.

Um, there's something I should have done a while ago, uh...

Apologise.

Two apologies, really.

One for my attitude when you arrived.

And...

for my big mouth. 'Idiots going over the edge here'.

I hadn't made the connection to your sister.

- Thanks.

ECHOES: Lynne, I― I really have to make this flight.

Can you...?

It's an international flight. I'll need, like, an hour for bags.

Yeah, we'll get there.

- You shouldn't be going, anyway.

- Don't... start that, please.

- I don't want you to go,

OK?

I need you.

We've already lost Dad.

- It's been almost two years, Lynne.

- Yeah, well― And now Mum's heartbroken about Luke.

- Oh, really? - Well, I mean, one minute,

we're planning a wedding― - Yeah, but―

- ...and now you're just, what?

- OK, sometimes you have to follow your instincts,

OK? I'm...

following my instincts.

Can you please just drive a little bit faster?

Speed is a factor.

- Sorry?

- She would never speed.

So the car was heading in this direction when it went over ―

very slowly.

That's what the TAIC report says.

- Trajectory?

- Yeah, and impact points.

And look, the chassis scraped the edge of the road when it went over.

It's the opposite of everything that applied to my sister's crash.

So,

if we wanna get home, how do we turn around?

- We drive a lot further.

Few K.

- Right.

So the logic, then...

the car was coming from Queenstown,

someone was driving it.

They stop, put Raffa in the driver's seat,

put it in neutral, use this slope to generate a bit of momentum;

put him over the edge.

And then how do they get home?

It's too far to walk. There's too much risk of being seen, so...

do they have someone come and pick them up or follow them,

drive them to the turnaround and then back?

Either way... - Jesus.

Of course, there had to be another car.

And I doubt Sterling had any willing accomplices.

Coercion's probably high on his list of skills, though.

- There's still Alejandro and Sofia,

maybe even Chacha herself. Although it would take

two pretty strong people to shove a car over this...

- Mallory.

Right.

Yeah. No, we'll be there.

OK.

One bullet I won't have time to bite, then.

I, um, wanted to see when my sister died, but we have to get back.

You can forget Chacha as the suspect.

Our missing putt-putt sewing machine.

Some mountain bikers spotted it.

And Hoana noticed the broken branches.

- I found her here;

retreated via the same footprints to preserve the scene.

- Good work.

Jarrod, tape off this whole area, including the turnaround.

We need to set up a grid.

Doctor?

- Doctor?

- Oh, Ihaka.

- Informality is his thing. - Yeah. Always was. Morning, Anjali.

- Whoa, you got my name right.

I usually get a few Angelas for a while, at least.

She's a keeper, this one.

- And she owes you dinner.

Sorry I didn't get a chance to call you back.

Things moved pretty quick after we talked

and in very sad directions, hey?

- Yeah, yeah, they brought her in last night.

- Yeah, I just got off the phone with her sister.

VOICE BREAKS: Couldn't even explain what happened properly. My...

My bad Spanish had to do with her Portuguese― sorry. It's stupid.

- No, no you had a hell of a week, you know.

Second suspected homicide. And look, they're both young.

- Yeah.

Oh, sorry. - It's OK.

SOFTLY: It's all right.

- OK.

Let's do this.

- Are you good? You good to attend?

- Yeah.

Why would the lab feel easier than the crime scene, do you think?

- It's safer.

Manaaki. On all levels, you know,

I mean, we're... we're caring for them, and we're speaking for them.

Listening, you know? They tell us things.

An autopsy ― it's an intimate conversation, I think, anyway.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- OK.

Let's see what she has to tell us.

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

Nothing exciting? No tyre tracks or anything?

- Too many. Utes, bikes; all sorts.

SOCO's turned up a rock in the woods. Blood on it.

Guess that moped places Raffa Da Costa here.

- Definitely. Yeah, the prints we lifted from it are a match.

- Why is it here? That's the question.

- A good one.

I'm gonna have another chat to Melissa Jhou;

see if she can give us anything new.

And Mallory wants a briefing. - What, us too?

- If they can spare you. Yeah. She says it's a team effort.

- JARROD: Hey, Sarge?

I... I think I found something. Hey, guys?

- SOFIA: Mira... no te enfades, pero...

Por favor. - No.

- A'lo, que no tiene que ver nada con nosotros.

No, lo tienes que hacer! - No, joder, Sofia.

- Uh, hi there.

Can I help you?

- No― - A'lo wants to talk to you.

- No I don't. - About Raffa and Chacha.

- Sofia...

- Have you found her?

- We have, yes.

What she said? Anything?

- Dios. - No, no mames.

He tried to help Raffa.

I didn't know.

I think he was scared as much of me finding out as he was of you.

- I― I screwed up.

- How?

- Raffa didn't steal my sneakers, OK?

I gave them to him and a bit of money to keep him quiet.

- About what?

- He caught me.

Como se dice?

Skimming money at Big Sur-Pies.

Everything costs so much money here, OK? It's tough.

- So, what, you gave him some money and your sneakers to shut him up?

- Yes. I told him how a couple of girls make money at the hostel.

They grab someone with plenty of money...

...your friend gets in there― - Rolls them, takes the cash.

It's called honeypotting.

- George was pushing them a lot, OK? And they were struggling.

I think that's what they tried to do that night.

But they're just kids, and it went wrong.

- Do you think it's possible George Sterling found out about their plan?

- Maybe.

- There is something going on with that prick.

He was banging around in the girls' bathroom all last night.

- Is that right?

OK, you can go; thank you.

- Wait. What about the pie cart money?

- What money?

It's gonna get paid back before they notice, isn't it?

- We will do. I'll make sure.

- Good; you're back. The Beppos' warrant.

- Thanks, boss.

- Oh. Sounds like the others are back for the briefing too.

- OK.

Dr Cooper's pretty confident both victims died on the same night.

- HOANA: Cause of death?

- Uh, Raffa ― head trauma caused by an impact and a broken neck,

both sustained prior to post-mortem injuries in the car.

Chacha was hit in the head with a rock we found ― twice.

Was the blow to the temple that killed her.

We found tissue underneath her fingernails ― skin;

it's been sent for DNA testing.

- Excellent.

- DNA is not a silver bullet, Simon.

If we do want to request swabs for comparison,

our suspect list just got a whole lot bigger than

George Sterling and Alejandro Diaz.

We need to look at every tourist, local or transient

with a fat wallet and an active libido.

Could be these two were killed in a botched honeypot scam.

It's just a theory at this point.

- We found patches of dried blood in the dirt up on the turnaround.

- Maybe Raffa was attacked there; Chacha in the bush.

- Two people involved again? - Maybe.

- I had another chat with Melissa Jhou. She still wasn't much help,

but her boyfriend did say ol' Red Sneakers was chasing after a car.

- Did he get a look at it? - Just a glimpse.

He could only tell me it was a dark colour.

- Like the one that went over the cliff.

- That's a reach.

- Could be an angle worth pursuing, boss.

- Well, pursue it carefully. Van Heusen can be pretty prickly.

- Anything back from traffic cams?

- I'll try and hurry them along, huh?

- Can you give Lyttleton another hurry-up too... please... boss?

- Meantime, get a full list of freight movements through the port.

Jarrod, I want you to get on to cab companies and ride shares.

Anything from Amoretti's on the 17th.

- OK. Might take a while. - Yeah. However long.

And, Simon, follow up on George Sterling's licence and rego.

See if Beppos have any other cars registered.

And find out what Luke Staunton drives.

- The restaurant guy?

- I wanna talk to his staff again too.

- Ah, they already said they didn't see anything out there.

- Well, this time about customers inside.

- I can do that.

- And what about our Spanish friend? - Alejandro?

He did have a beef with Raffa, but Chacha, nah.

No, let's prioritise the others. Do you have your own car?

- A pretty crappy one, yeah. Even better.

I want you on standby when I act on this warrant.

For now, I'm gonna go wind up the Van Heusens a bit.

Me again.

- Bad time? - Is it ever a good one?

- I need to talk to your husband again.

- Yeah, sorry, he's busy. You'll have to come back another time.

- Oh, it's all right, Marijke.

What do you want now, Detective?

- Might be better if I answer that question inside.

- Seb.

- Thank you.

- So, you want coffee this time, or water?

- Fully hydrated, thank you.

- What's this about, Detective?

- Do you recognise this man?

- No, I don't think so.

- What about you?

- No.

Who is he?

- That's Raffael Da Costa, the man who stole your husband's car.

- And drove it off the edge of a cliff. So?

- So, we don't think that's exactly what happened.

- Why wouldn't you think that's what happened?

- It's her job to be sceptical, darling.

Right? So, what do you think happened?

- We believe the car was pushed off the cliff

with Raffael inside it, already dead.

Do you recognise this woman?

- No. - Are you sure?

- Don't push it, Detective.

- What about you? - No.

No idea. - Really?

It's possible she was working as a girlfriend for hire,

if you catch my meaning.

- I catch your meaning, and I don't appreciate the implication.

- Yeah, I think we've answered your questions.

- We don't know these people. So if there's nothing else―

- Last look. She's pretty, isn't she? And dead. But not without a fight.

She scratched whoever killed her.

You're a regular at the Oasis Club, right?

- Yeah, I go four to five times a week. Why?

- What's that got to do with anything?

- Oh, no. No reason. Just, um, curious.

Thinking about joining up. Get some abs.

I'll let myself out.

- Do you mind if I just use the bathroom while you read the warrant?

- No, no. You'll have to use the gents, though.

The, uh, the ladies is being upgraded.

- Oh. That'll be nice for them.

Uh, you will notice that the warrant is not just about

getting your CCTV footage.

I'm also interested in the cameras themselves.

Your, um, security company said that you bought a new one recently,

but they haven't been asked to install it.

What happened to that?

- Um...

I'm...

It's in a box somewhere.

- Great. Well, I'll just use the little boys' room. Be right back.

- Quiero...

quiero dos manzanas.

Quiero...

Hey,

uh, how did you go with Sterling?

- Yeah, well, got him scared.

Not interested in his security footage;

I'm interested in what he's not giving us.

How'd you go on the regos?

- Sterling drives a gold Peugeot,

and Staunton drives a Porsche Cayenne Turbo GT.

- God, he's doing well for himself.

- I gotta ask, what was the point of checking

what your ex-boyfriend drives.

Part of the investigation, or...?

- Yeah, there had to be two cars at Skipper's.

Just turning over every stone.

- Right.

And the Van Heusens? How'd that go?

- Well, hopefully his wife's putting him under the griller now.

Anything from Amoretti's?

- Uh, Jarrod was on that.

Renner?

- Yeah. Um, I spoke to the waitress.

Um, she said they were arguing,

um, he'd had too much to drink.

She was annoyed; didn't finish dessert.

- Did they leave together?

- Uh, no. His missus left first.

Just got up and left, she said.

He told her to put it all on his account and went after her.

- That's interesting.

- So is this. Finally, the forensic report on the car.

Now, there's only one thing of note, which I've highlighted for you.

- Blood on an outside panel, and it's a match to Raffael.

- Polling data you requested is nearly ready too.

I'll let you know soon as. - Great.

- Where are you going? You want me to come with?

- No, no, I've got it covered. Get on to that traffic cam footage.

We need it.

Texting that French girl, Cooper? - That's the one.

- I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr Sterling.

That might be seen as obstruction of an investigation.

I'll take that bag.

- I'm really happy to talk about it inside.

- Oh, in front of my clients? I'm not.

And I really shouldn't be sharing client information.

- Look, Maja, if my colleagues have to come back with a warrant,

they will be in uniform, inside.

So it's your call.

- OK, so, um, sweatbands?

- Wrist. Sebastian Van Heusen, and when did he buy them?

His wife bought the wristbands

a couple of days after Raffa and Chacha were killed.

- Um... hey, I― I don't get it.

What's― What's so important about these wristbands?

- Chacha's bruising. - Right. Got you.

- The skin under her fingernails.

Van Heusen's a regular at the gym.

If he wanted to keep up his routine, scratches would be problematic.

- Looks like his wife's covering for him, then.

- Maybe. They've got a weird love-hate thing going on, those two.

- Van Heusen could have picked his car up from that car park.

The manager from the freight company finally got back to us.

He wasn't in Lyttleton. He spoke to them on the phone.

- And, like ― I was gonna tell you before you tried to choke me out ―

um, his wife took an Uber home from the lakeshore.

It's about a K from the restaurant ― on her own.

- So much for that romantic walk.

- How's our delightful Mr Sterling? - Stewing in the interview room.

I sent his computer off to the techs

to see what they can get off the hard drive.

- Yeah, I've got a fair idea what's on there.

Footage from that camera he can't find.

The ceiling tiles in the women's bathroom

had been really badly replaced.

- Well, maybe Raffa and Chacha found out what he was doing,

and he decided to shut them up.

- I don't know if he's got the balls.

I think Sterling's a peeper, not a killer.

Still, we'll squeeze him a bit harder. See if any juice comes out.

- Pop him in the cells for a bit. - He'll like that

- HOANA: So will I.

- Anais. Here we go.

Blink and you'll miss it.

- Raffa.

- That street leads out of town in the direction of the lookout.

- Where it all went down.

- There's no read on the plate,

but the car's a close match to Van Heusen's.

Looks like a passenger too.

- I think we just narrowed down our suspect list.

- What are you thinking?

- I'm thinking...

Van Heusen's had a bit to drink and a fight with his wife.

She walks off.

Maybe he intends to follow her, but Chacha shows up;

takes her debut shot at a honeypot scam.

Van Heusen's vain enough to be flattered.

Maybe...

something goes wrong; she chickens out,

somehow winds up in his car.

- Chacha!

- Raffa panics and follows them?

He probably grabbed the bike and took off after them.

It must be how it played out, because―

- There he is.

- DS, Polling data.

Useful, I think.

Simon, run that footage again, further this time.

- Bingo.

- This is bullshit.

It's pure speculation.

- Oh, it's just what we're thinking

based on both forensic and circumstantial evidence.

- What evidence?

- Can you remind me what you were doing in Lyttleton?

- I had to check on a shipment.

- And what were you doing when your husband was there?

- What I usually do ― run the office, go to the gym.

- Right.

The gym, the office, yeah, we checked all that.

We also checked Lyttleton. You didn't go there. You just phoned.

- Should have worked on your alibi.

- So what were you doing for those two days?

- Because that's about how long it was between Raffael Da Costa

being killed and your husband's car going over that cliff.

- Where was the car, by the way?

We know you didn't drive it home from the restaurant.

You'd had a fight with your husband, so...

- Yeah, we had a fight.

- So, you― you left and walked home?

I mean, no, I... walked out,

and then he followed, and we walked home.

- Together. I told you, it's like I said.

We'd been drinking, so we decided to walk home.

- Right.

Except you didn't walk.

Not alone; not together. You rang and organised a cab.

- We walked home.

- It would be a really good idea to stop lying to us, Mr Van Heusen.

- We'd had a lot to drink and look, I can't remember exactly.

Maybe we were confused.

- Were you also confused about whether your husband

was in Lyttleton or not?

- What was it?

Did it take those two days to build up the nerve to dispose of the body?

- No.

OK, this is insane. And you're badgering her.

Why don't you just leave her alone? - Seb, just calm down.

- Can I see your wrist, please?

Mr Van Heusen, we've got all day.

We know you bought those wristbands to cover them up.

Why are you protecting him? - I'm not protecting him.

He was mugged. - Mugged?

Really? You never mentioned.

- You stupid... - OK, we're done here.

- Uh, not quite.

- We have traffic camera footage of your husband's car

followed by...

Raffael on his moped.

And...

right about now ―

your car, following them.

- Did you go back and get him?

Cos he was drunk? You were worried about him driving?

- No. That's not― - Marijke, just― just shut up.

- You shut up.

- She was at home, and this is intimidation.

You know what? I want my lawyer here now.

- No, we don't need a lawyer. We are going.

Ons het niks gedoen nie― - Got his card here somewhere.

His name is Michael Robinson.

They are trying to put this on us.

- Why won't you just fucking listen to me for once?

You don't have to answer her fucking questions.

Any lawyer will tell you that.

Just, 'No comment.' 'No comment,' 'No comment,' so shut up.

- What is 'no comment' gonna help us when it's all right there?

- Marijke, shut the fuck up! - Stop shouting at me.

You're always shouting at me!

- Push, push, for God's sake, Marijke, push!

- I am pushing! - Push! Push!

Please...

Baby, let's just call Robinson. He will sort―

- It's too late. They've got everything.

- No!

- The pictures, the lies. Those fucking scratches on your wrist.

- And for what?

A kid?

SOFTLY: A child?

Sebastian!

Can we just let her go?

You can― You can talk to me. I'll explain everything.

Don't.

Baby this isn't― - You fucking idiot!

What do you want? This? This is what you want, huh?

- You're not protecting him.

- Fuck you! What the fuck are you doing?

- Who are you? - Are you fucking crazy?

The fuck is wrong with you? - Don't you fucking touch my wife!

GROWLS: Fuck!

- He's protecting you.

No.

- CHACHA: Raffa?

- She saw what I did.

To the boy.

I had no choice.

No, no! Help!

Marijke!

- No.

- SOFTLY: She was just a little girl.

- You cleaned up; you dumped Chacha in the bush.

Why not dump Raffa there too?

- Someone was coming.

There wasn't time, so we just got out of there.

- I think we should get the lawyer. - I think that's a very good idea.

- You clear on all this?

We'll be charging you with offences

under the Privacy Act.

Still no questions?

- Look, I don't see what the big deal is. They wouldn't care anyway.

They're backpackers.

- I'll be watching you. - Constable.

We'll see you in court.

- Dick.

I'll find them. I promise.

Luke.

What are you doing here?

- I thought I should come past and check on Veronica.

Maja told me she's been getting a bit of a hard time around the place.

- There's clients at work. And friends.

You've stirred up quite the hornet's nest, Anais.

- I've done my job.

- Well, doing your kind of job can have unfortunate repercussions.

Not just for you, but for those around you.

I still care about you enough to tell you the truth, OK?

Just give me a call if you need anything, Veronica.

- Thanks, Luke.

- I, uh, brought stuff for tea.

I thought I could make us dinner before I head up to the lodge.

- I'm not hungry, Anais.

Thanks, anyway.

- OK, well, I might just head up there, then.

- Anais, Luke's right.

The Van Heusens are major players here.

- Being a major player doesn't put you above the law, Mum.

It does, however, mean that you can afford a really good lawyer,

get bail and draw out legal proceedings for as long as you want.

Yeah, I do know that.

I also know that the two people that Marijke Van Heusen murdered

would have had no such opportunity if the boot was on the other foot.

- Murdered? They're saying it was an accident, darling.

- Yeah, of course they are.

And, yeah, OK, maybe, um, maybe smashing someone's head on a car

in a fight might be manslaughter instead of murder.

Yeah, but beating up a young woman

and smashing her head in with a rock, twice?

I don't care how good a fucking lawyer you get,

claiming that was an accident is never gonna fly.

Mum, they put a dead body in a car

and pushed it over the cliff at Skipper's.

Mum?

Mum?

Mum...

I'm sorry.

OK, Lynne.

SOFTLY: What happened?

What the fuck?