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- Hi there.

- What did bring you back here?

- I just thought Mum could use the help, after Lynn.

- No other agenda?

- It's another idiot gone over the edge of Skippers.

- Her sister was one of those idiots that went over the edge at Skippers.

- You've stirred up quite the hornets' nest, Anais.

- I've done my job. - Doing your kind of job can have,

uh, unfortunate repercussions, Anais ―

not just for you, but for those around you.

- It smelt so bad I called you, fearing the worst.

It's odd, this. It was open when I got here.

Someone must have been in the mine.

The gate's supposed to keep tourists from wandering in

and getting themselves lost.

It's a maze in here.

- Never been in a mine before. - Yeah.

It's an old dig, this one ―

Chinese,

1860s.

Along here.

Mind your footing.

There we go.

See? Oh, that smell.

Oh, yeah.

- Hey. Look at that.

- Yeah. Looks like it's been bashed with a hammer or something.

And the key's missing, you reckon? - From the museum, yeah.

- Should do the trick, eh. - You're not cutting the padlock?

- Tempered-steel bro.

It's too...

Phew! This fulla wants a boogie, eh.

Nah, chain's the weakest... latch!

Far out!

No wonder why you could smell it from way back there.

- Righto. What's happened here?

It's collapsed.

Jesus Christ!

- Anais!

Lovely to see you. Been a while. - Yeah.

Sorry, I've been busy at work,

and I thought maybe we needed some time to clear the air.

- Well, hopefully three weeks has been more than enough time.

- I thought maybe we could arrange to have dinner sometime or something.

- Oh, well, that sounds lovely.

I could book us in somewhere.

- Yeah, or you could come to the lodge. I could cook for us.

- Uh, the lodge.

Yes, yes, of course. Um, I'll, uh...

I'll, um, check my schedule. - Great.

Hey, uh, has anyone been there in the last few months?

- No, no, I don't go up there, and Lynne didn't either.

Why? - Oh, no reason.

It's nice.

The, um, piano's gone.

- Yeah. I sold it.

Too many memories, darling.

They're my memories too.

Sorry.

Jarrod?

OK.

OK, well, you know what to do ― seal off the scene, send me the location,

get Simon to meet me there.

Bye.

Hey, Mum, can you figure out a date that suits,

and I'll call you? - Yes, of course.

- Sorry, it's― - It's work. It's fine.

I'll let you know.

- Shaft's been closed for two weeks now due to the rain.

I came by to see how well she was drying out and...

on the nose. - So, normally,

you'd be bringing tourists through here on a regular basis?

- Couple of parties a day, yeah. We walk 'em over from the museum.

That's where the tours are advertised.

- And any closures too?

- Yeah, so, if somebody wanted to lock somebody in

so they couldn't be found, they'd know which shaft to choose.

See? Read your mind.

Should have been a detective, eh? - Yeah, a regular Sherlock.

- SAR are finishing the safety assessment and clearing the rocks.

Scene of Crime are still standing by, recording it all.

- Can you take me to the museum, please?

- Yeah, sure. It's a short walk in sensible shoes.

- Hey, also, Anais, SOCO's managed to get a look at the victim's arm

before they had to wait for a safety clearance.

Looks like ligature marks on the wrist.

- Right, so he could've been tied up.

OK. Give me a call when the rockfall's been cleared.

- Gotcha.

- And, uh, Simon, it's probably nothing,

but, um, bag that and get it checked, will you?

- Sure.

- Lovely day for a walk.

So, the missing key ― any ideas?

- Beats me. They're kept in the office.

Oh, Janice, this is the detective girlie.

Janice runs the joint. - Tena koe.

- Uh, office is this way.

She's interested in the keys. - Yeah. Are they normally locked up?

- No. Oh, the building gets locked up, though, when no one's there.

There's lots of volunteers with access, though ― Martyn included.

Gonna need an alibi, are we?

- So, when the museum's open, is there normally someone in the office?

- Mostly, although, you know, people need to pee and get a cup of tea.

It's usually not in that order.

- Wouldn't mind a cup of tea myself.

A body ―

I mean, bloody hell!

- Yeah, it's very distressing, I know.

Just to clarify, so, given the rain

and the mining tunnel keys not being used for a while,

do you think that it's possible that somebody could've taken the keys

without them being noticed, and then returned them?

- What, with one key missing? I doubt it.

- I dunno. It's possible.

Office is in here.

- Do you have CCTV? - All through the place.

- Not actually in the office, though.

- Right. Well, um, we'll need to access your camera logs

when we know how long the body's been there.

- Right. I'll talk to our tech fella and make sure they're available.

They get kept for a month, I think.

- Oh, great. That should be useful, then.

- Nancy Drew here's waiting on them digging the poor bugger up.

- Oh dear.

Um, well, do you want to have a look around while you wait, then?

You'll find it interesting. Now, the gold rush here

all started with Jack Tewa in 1862

and a whole United Nations of miners ―

English, Irish, Chinese, European―

- Wanna have a go at panning for gold?

- Oh, uh, thank you, but I should get back.

We'll have more questions at some point,

so maybe I can go for gold then.

That's a nice display. - Oh yeah.

Yeah.

- Where's his hammer? - Oh, hadn't noticed that.

- Bloody kids. This'll be his third.

- Well, all the more reason to check your CCTV, then.

Thanks, Martyn. Janice.

- Yup, no, you're good. Just keep going down ―

you can't miss it. - OK, thanks, Jarrod.

- Hey, um, so, SOCOs are done, and so is SAR.

- Yes, I know that, Jarrod. That's why I cleared Anais to go in.

- Yeah, well, good luck to her.

A bit of fresh air, if that's all right.

- I found this torch next to him under the rocks.

Switch is in the off position.

- No, no, no, no, no!

Fuck!

- Battery's dead ― I tried it.

- Through the bag? - Yes, through the bag.

- Sorry.

The shovel ― has it been moved?

- They left it as close to its position as they could.

Took some befores and afters as well.

- Looks like he dropped it as he fell when the rocks came down.

But it looks like he was trying to dig his way out,

get up to that ventilation shaft.

Ooh. We were, um...

lucky to find him.

The airflow from the shaft is what blew the smell out into the tunnel.

- Panning shovel ― has some Chinese characters on it.

- Talk to Scene of Crime, see if they can send a photo to the museum,

get a rough date on it. - No problem.

Looks pretty ancient.

- Yeah, but look.

I think we'll find that is what made

those marks on the padlock and chain out by the gate.

He had a go at smashing the lock before he tried to dig his way out.

- Yeah, we got a shirt, jacket, hat

and a water bottle here too.

- And were the clothes like that ― neat?

- Yeah. I haven't touched them yet.

I reckon this was hot work.

He stripped to the waist. He's tidy.

- See if we can get an ID.

His name is Sean Connery.

- You're joking. - Maybe his parents were.

Driver's licence is registered to a Westport address.

- We think the shovel is something he had with him.

Martyn Fernleigh, the volunteer who does the tour,

says there were no hand tools on display in that tunnel.

- Wonder where he got it from, then. - That's a good question.

Janice from the museum said it dates back mid to late 19th century.

- Well, that's, um, 19...

- 1850s to 1900s, Jarrod.

Oh, that's before I was born, eh.

- This cigarette tin was at the scene too.

- What was in it? - Very fine grains

of what looks like gold, about half an ounce.

We're getting a sample checked out to be sure.

- We've also put in some legwork around town,

got a couple of confirmed sightings ―

the cap he was wearing was distinctive.

- He was seen in the company of another man, over a few days,

a week ago. Must have been staying somewhere in the area.

We've tried the hotel ― motels too ― but no go.

- Holiday lettings? - That's the next job.

You and Jarrod, Hoana. - On it.

- Sweet. - And we should probably follow up

on his home address too. - Yeah, OK. I'll get on to it.

- Thanks, boss. And meantime,

we've blown up a picture from his driver's licence.

We'll get that posted around town, and Ihaka's gonna autopsy tonight,

so I'll attend. - Me too?

- No, I need you pushing for results on that gold

and follow up on anything the boss gets from Westport.

I wanna know who his buddy is and where.

- OK. - OK.

- Oh, hey, by the way, I already sent off that baggie for testing

with the other stuff from the scene. - Oh great.

- What baggie?

- Um... oh, just something I spotted on the ground outside the mine.

Probably unrelated, dropped by tourists or something,

but worth checking out.

OK.

Hi.

- Dinner?

- Um, dinner-lunch. Lunch and dinner.

Sorry ― I've had a busy day.

And then our goldminer turned up,

so I thought I would grab something now. Sorry.

Do you want a bite? - Oh, no, thank you.

Sesame seeds, teeth ― not for me.

And, uh, just to be clear, he was found in a goldmine,

but I'm pretty sure he's a tourist, as opposed to a miner.

- OK, duly noted, thank you. Thank you.

Also, steer clear of sesame seeds

when trying to look cool in front of you.

- You like those?

- Oh, yeah, but I am horrible at keeping them alive.

- You know, the succulents are actually pretty easy ―

they tend to tell you when you've gone a little bit too far,

you know, sun or water. Like, uh,

this one's leaves are looking a little bit dark;

I think I need to put it out in the sun.

'Sorry, buddy.' I'll sort you out later.

Hey, um,...

I was just wondering, um, if we were to go out to dinner,

you know, pizza instead of burgers?

- Pizza is good. It doesn't tend to have seeds, so it's a good start.

- OK, cool. Obviously after the investigation.

- Well, 'after the investigation' tends to turn into weeks,

so what are you doing tomorrow night? You free?

- Yeah. Yeah, I am.

- I will try not to talk shop too much.

I'll try not to talk too much about my plants.

- Shall we? - Uh, yep, I will scrub up, gown up,

and, um, let's see what this poor guy can tell us, yeah?

OK.

OK, Anjali.

Wounds are all excised of particles for comparison,

so you can prep for internals, now. Thank you.

- Doctor?

Right.

OK. External examination's pretty straightforward.

There are ligature marks on the wrist, so he was bound.

And at some point he struggled to free himself.

And succeeded.

- What about the blisters on his right hand?

- Consistent with atypical manual labour ―

something like digging.

He's also got extensive bruising and abrasions

and crush injuries to his ribs and pelvis.

- From the impact of the rocks? How long was he there, do you think?

- Well, given the degree of deterioration,

I would say at least a week,

but it's hard to be really accurate until I do internals.

He would've been in a lot of pain,

especially from his pelvis and his ribs,

but the rockfall didn't kill him.

His right arm and hand have been badly abraded by rodents.

And the erratic bite pattern

suggests that he was still alive at the time.

Awful.

- Yeah.

Yeah, awful.

How we doing, Anjali? - Um, almost ready.

- Perfect. - Again, thank you.

All right. Let's see what else he can tell us.

- Eucalyptus? There's quite a bit of gas built up here.

- No, thanks, Anjali. Even smells can tell us something,

right?

- OK.

Y-incision at...

7.23pm.

OK.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Behave yourself.

Simon?

- Good news. - What?

- The new coffee machine is much better.

I'm gonna have to learn how to froth milk now.

- Is that why you rang me? - And, uh,

the gold in the tin is definitely gold.

- Right. Anything from Westport on our victim's friend?

- No. Not yet. But we did get one response from the posters.

- When? - Last night.

And before you start, it was late.

You were in the autopsy, OK?

- The caller rented her holiday home to Connery.

Uh, Kirsten Raynor. I said I'd drop by her work this morning.

- Briefing first. The autopsy was interesting,

to say the least.

Come on, girl.

You can do it.

Yes!

So, at some point,

Mr Connery had struggled against restraints around his wrists.

Fibres appear to be from a leather cord.

- But we didn't find anything at the scene.

- And leather would be almost impossible to break, anyway.

- By using the blade of the shovel, maybe?

- Maybe, but as Simon pointed out,

nothing was found at the scene.

Mr Connery was trapped and crushed by the rockfall,

but he didn't die straightaway ―

he died from internal bleeding and a lack of food and water.

- There was a bottle of water there...

which he couldn't reach once he was pinned ―

right, chur.

- What is really interesting

is what the internal examination revealed.

- Wow, that is intriguing.

His stomach was empty ― he would've been hungry

even before he was trapped by the rocks,

but he had been suffering a massive impaction

of his lower intestinal tract for some time prior.

OK.

- It's fascinating, but I'm still not sure

what bearing the victim's dietary problems have in the case.

I mean, what are we looking at here?

Are we looking at an accident, homicide?

- We are looking at a conundrum.

Prints and tech analysis all done? - Lifted, annotated and tagged.

Yeah, there's prints, but nothing that scores a hit.

- Well, let's see if we can find a different sort of match, then.

- Good Lord.

- A key.

No prints on it, thanks to stomach acids,

but if I'm right...

now all we have to do is figure out how he came to be in that mine,

how he got the key and why he swallowed it,

instead of letting himself out.

- So, Mr Connery stayed at your townhouse for a few days?

- Yeah, I do holiday lettings.

But I don't think you'll get much out of the flat.

I'm afraid I've given it a thorough clean.

I've got another booking coming in.

- OK, no problems. So, a nice, quiet,

shy guy, right? Nothing else you remember about Mr Connery?

- Hmm. Not really. I hardly saw him,

apart from when I met him with the key.

- And he had two bags, you say? - Yes, his and his brother's.

- You didn't get a look athim, did you?

- Hmm. No, he was in town earlier getting supplies.

I did see him later with the shopping bags,

but he was carrying this long box over his shoulder ―

I didn't see his face. - A long box?

Was it about flat-ish, 1.5m, about this wide?

- Mm. Yeah. - OK.

And when did they leave? - It was over a week ago now ―

on the Tuesday.

- And you still didn't get a good look at the brother?

- No. Although, I did see one of them early one morning,

doing a martial arts thing.

It looked pretty intense.

- OK. We'll let you get on. Thanks, Kirsten ―

you've been very helpful.

- I don't know aboutveryhelpful. - No, we found out he had a brother.

- What about the box ―

how the hell did you come to that? - I dunno.

I thought maybe they brought that panning shovel with them.

Family heirloom or something?

We're allowed educated guesses, Simon.

Although the Chinese ideographs are odd.

- Detective Delaney.

Yes, boss, I know you know. Did you get the, uh...?

OK. Great. Thanks. I'll tell her.

She gets so pissed off when I state my rank.

God, you love winding her up.

- Yeah, and? - Oh, she's come up with

the brother's name from the electoral roll in Westport.

- That was quick. - Michael Connery.

- OK. Well, let's put a face to a name, then, shall we, Detective?

- Hello again. You're putting him back to work, Mr Fernleigh?

- Oh, yeah, well, can't have a blacksmith without a hammer,

can we?

- Hey, come on, Scoop ― you know better than that.

- I hear we've got another murder on the books.

- You can't publish that, Scoop, and if you do―

- Oh, come on. Give me first shot at it ― local press.

- Local gossip.

The museum doesn't need this aggravation, and neither do I,

Scoop. So you can forget that photo and just bugger off!

Oh, Janice has got a surprise for you.

- We sorted out the time-lapse records for the days you mentioned.

- See if we can spot the fella in your posters.

- Yeah, and, um... - Bob's your uncle.

- Here we are.

- That's Sean. And that must be his brother.

Oh, I wonder what happened to Sean's phone?

- It's got a distinctive case.

Not a lot of brotherly love there.

- Well, you don't have to be a detective to see that.

There you go ― another bloody Connery.

That family's been trouble since the gold-rush days.

- Like, um... Oh, what was his name, Martyn?

Liam. Oh! That's another fascinating murder mystery.

- Sorry? - Oh, it's a local myth.

Liam Connery was a miner who― - He was murdered in the late 1860s.

- Possibly murdered. - Killed in a dispute over

'An Charraig Mhor'. - It's Gaelic.

It means, uh, the big rock.

- It was a gold nugget.

This is just a replica, of course.

- Impressive. The real thing'd be worth killing for.

- Oh, allegedly. History's only what we say it is.

- Sad, in this case.

Liam's wife and kiddies were on their way out from Ireland

when he was killed. They ended up with nothing.

Liam's buried up in the cemetery.

- Janice said it's about over there somewhere.

Sorry ― I won't be a sec.

- Snap.

- Mum. - Detective Delaney.

- Hi, darling. Look, I'm so sorry to be so slow getting back to you,

but my week's been quite full.

But I could do dinner tonight, if that suits?

- Yeah. Great. That sounds, um...

Oh shit. Sorry, Mum. I've got something tonight.

- No, no, no. That's fine.

Work? - It's not work, actually.

It's a... date, I think.

- Oh, a date?

- Anyone I know? - No, I don't think so.

Oh, well, that's fine.

I've got to organise a brunch for tomorrow anyway, so...

- Oh great. OK. - You enjoy your date, and, uh,

we'll make another time. - OK, will do. Thanks, Mum. Bye.

- I found it. Over here.

Right here.

- Is that Martyn?

- That was the lab ― about that baggie.

Traces of methamphetamine.

- Right, OK.

- Yeah, there's some prints on it too. I got them to run them.

- Oh yeah. There's probably nothing. A lot of people use that track.

- Sure, but still worth checking. - So, the late Liam Connery.

- You reckon he was an ancestor?

Possibly. Possibly murdered.

Janice is checking to see if that's more than a myth.

- 150 years ago. That'd be afuckingcold case.

- Have you got an evidence bag? - Well, yeah,

I got some back in the car. Why? - Can you get one?

- Oh, bit of a walk.

- Please? - All right.

But only cos you said please.

- Anais? Simon?

- Oh, hi. - Boss.

- Janice said you'd be here.

- The panning shovel we found had Chinese characters on it,

and there's a miner named Liam Connery buried right there,

next to a couple of Chinese graves. - Allegedly murdered.

I'm wondering if history is what brought Sean and his brother back.

- I've got history here too.

My great-great-grandfather's buried over there.

His wife came over to join him

in the 1890s.

He died young. They all died young.

- Yeah, they did it tough, Chinese prospectors. And the Irish.

- Yeah, it was like the wild Wild West ―

fights, drunkenness, stealing.

We'd have had our work cut out for us back then.

Yeah.

We, um, checked the court records for information on Liam Connery's death.

Nothing ever went to trial. - Newspapers?

I know the museum's got a whole collection of broadsheets

dating way back. - Yeah, we're checking those.

- OK. Good. We're moving things along.

Now, I escaped my desk to follow up on that phone that you asked about ―

a phone showed up at the community policing unit about a week ago.

Chequered case. It was slid under the door at night.

One of the volunteers wrote it up as lost property.

I'll get my clever kid on to it and see if they can break into it.

- Great, and you might wanna add this to the evidence file too,

and check to see if the contents are what I think they are.

- More bloody gold! - Buried at the end of the grave,

in another old cigarette tin.

- This one's getting weirder by the minute.

Mm, bugger. I'll miss this one as well.

- What, a party or a date?

Date?

Nah, not with our hours.

- So no one? Anyone that makes it past the morning after?

- Uh, nah.

I've gotta keep my head in the game. Huh?

- What sites are you on?

Dating apps?

all of them.

Oh, I think it might be time for you to settle down

with a long time, not just a good time.

- Can you help me out? - Don't look at me.

Me, dating, the job ― it's never worked out.

- Right. Right. Who puts up withyoursched―?

- Afternoon, officers. - Kia ora.

- Janice. - Here we are.

- Ka pai. - More light reading

- Thank you. - Thanks, guys.

- I mean, if someone

tied this dude up and locked him in,

how come we find the key in his guts?

- Yeah, none of this makes sense, Jarrod.

- Neither does going through all these papers. I mean, these are all―

- Over a century ago, yes, but it could all still be relevant...

Constable. - Yes... Detective. Sorry.

- Oh my God. June 21st. - Here we go!

'Edmond Templeton, miner,

'is accused of having stolen on the 21st of June last,

'near the river encampment, a 31oz nugget of gold.

'Templeton is English, 6'1" high, brown hair,

'a full beard and a black wideawake hat.

'The complaint was brought to police by miner Liam Connery,

'late of Connacht, Ireland.'

- So Liam Connery accused Templeton of theft. Wonder how that went down.

Whatever happened,

you won't find a record of any formal charges

or any criminal prosecutions against Ed Templeton.

I've been through all this stuff before.

- Maybe there's no record, because Liamwasmurdered.

- Or we haven't found the reference yet.

- Yeah, so we keep looking through the next couple of months.

I'll bring Anais up to speed.

- She said she had to see Doc Cooper.

Working late, do you reckon?

- OK. Yeah.

Thanks, Simon.

Sorry.

It's OK.

It's fine.

- Um...

you were saying?

- Oh yeah. So, I managed to push through an analysis

on the dirt from the graveyard. - Yeah.

- It was metachert.

Yeah.

Was there any metachert on Connery's body? Under his fingernails, or...?

- No. No, it was schist, with feldspar.

Yeah.

We're talking shop again.

- Oh my God. I am terrible.

Ask my mum.

How is your mum? You still staying at hers?

No. You know how it is with mums.

- Nais.

How are you? - Oh... Good, thank you.

- Hey. - Luke.

Staunton. - Ihaka. Cooper. Nice to meet you.

- Likewise.

Please don't let me interrupt.

I've been undercover checking out the competition and spotted you ―

across a crowded room.

Right. Well...

you two have a nice night. Enjoy your dinner.

- Bye.

- History. - Oh, really? I couldn't tell

I got ya.

Uh, speaking of history―

- ...I'd forgotten how pervasive that is here.

People's links to the gold rush

and families. - Oh, yeah.

People are really proud of their gold-rush history here.

I guess it gives them some sense of connection

or belonging to the town.

- What brought you back? - Well, I love it here.

And, uh, the job opened up when David Mehrtens retired,

so I just thought, 'It's a no-brainer.'

Yeah. - Right.

So you've been back, what, just over a year?

- Yeah, and a bit. - So just after my sister died?

Sorry. Not great dinner conversation, is it?

- Six weeks ― it was about six weeks after.

You'd already been over for the funeral, I'm guessing.

- So, was there any crossover?

Like, were you across the findings of that autopsy,

or did David Mehrtens brief you?

- What is this about, Anais? Really?

- I'm not comfortable with some of the findings on Lynne's death,

but there is nothing in the autopsy report that supports my concerns.

- Right.

I can't comment on David Mehrtens' findings.

- But could you give an opinion? - Maybe you can talk to him

about it. - Yeah, but I'm talking to you.

- Man. Um...

maybe we should finish up.

- OK.

Sure.

Yeah. - I would―

- No, that's fine. - ...love to do this again.

- Yep.

Please.

Come on.

Fuckin' thing.

- Issues? - Yeah.

Just, um, been meaning to get it serviced.

- You know, I would take a look under the hood, but, um,

car engines aren't exactly my thing.

But, hey, I can give you a lift home if you like.

- Oh, it's fine. I've got to call in on my mum.

- Yeah. Yeah, that's all good. I'll take you there.

- Really? - Yeah. Yeah, what are friends for?

- Yeah, OK. Friends are good. - Yep.

Yep, they are.

Friends.

Fuck.

You're leaving the keys?

Who'd wanna steal it? Ooh.

Sorry ― this might be important.

Hoana? - Detective Sergeant.

Uh, we've got something else for you.

- Great. From the broadsheets? - Yes,

but I think there's someone here who would like to tell you themselves.

- OK. - Kia ora.

- Ka pai. - Kia ora, Detective.

- Oh, kia ora, Janice. I hear you've got some more information for us.

- I do, yes. I mean, I knew the story about Liam and his nugget,

but I didn't know it was a Templeton accused of killing him.

No wonder Martyn got his knickers in a twist.

Now, the Templeton's were just a mining family, like everyone else,

but they became quite an institution here.

All the Craigmore businesses used to be theirs ―

or sold on to other people over the years, of course, but still...

There's even a street named after them.

And there's still an Ed Templeton living here.

- What? - Ed is still living here.

Oh, not the 1860s Ed ― no, an Edward, not an Edmond.

Now, he used to be one of our volunteers, but he dropped out.

He had to focus on his business, he said.

He makes beautiful leather bags and belts.

- Right. Locally? - Yeah.

He's just over by Arthur's Point.

I've still got his address on file, if you need it.

- Oh, yeah, that would be great. Thanks, Janice.

Just, um, text it through.

OK. Thank you.

Hey.

- Could we make a slight detour to Arthur's Point?

- Aslightdetour?

- What are friends for?

- All right. Come on. - Really?

- Yeah. - OK.

Sorry. - No.

- Whoa, this is flash.

I thought it was way closer. I really appreciate this.

- Nah, it's all good.

- It's OK ― I won't be long. - No, I'm coming with you.

I mean, look at the place.

- I'm a big tough detective, Ihaka ― I'll be fine.

- Well, I'm not. - OK.

- All right.

So, uh, who is this guy? - He's the descendant of someone

accused of murdering an Irish miner back in the 1800s.

- Great.

Boo!

- Oh, well, wasted detour. He's not home.

- Mr Templeton?

Mr Templeton, it's the police!

- Anais?

- All right? OK? - Yeah, sorry.

- OK.

We need to get out of here, Ihaka. This is a crime scene.

OK.

Oh fuck!

Oh... shit.

- You must be exhausted if you've been here all night.

- Yeah. I'll be fine.

- Quite the struggle. - Yeah.

And look ―

blood on his hand too.

And more blood.

And this.

- The awl? - Couldn't have been what was used

to cut his throat, though. This is pointed ― that's a lateral cut.

- Yeah, maybe he used it to defend himself.

- Maybe. Injured whoever he was fighting with.

Ihaka should be able to determine what kind of blade cut his throat.

- Ihaka. Right.

What's he doing here? - My Jeep broke down,

and he was giving me a ride home.

Oh, shit, is he still here? - Yeah.

- What? - He seemed pretty shook up

for a guy who's seen so many bodies. - Yeah, at the morgue,

not hanging off the backs of doors.

I won't be a second. Get photos of that... awl.

Hey.

- Hey. - Ooh, sorry.

I didn't mean to give you a fright. - No, no, I'm good.

Yeah, I, um, held my dinner down.

- Yeah. - Got some sleep, so...

- Sorry. I thought you'd gone. - No. No, I'm still here.

I just wanted to check if you still needed a ride to your mum's or―

- No. No, no, no. No. I... no.

- OK.

Yeah, OK, cool.

- So, any thoughts about Ed Templeton?

- Um, yeah. Yeah, I mean, wherever there's flies,

there's recently been maggots, so I would say he's been dead a few days

longer than our goldmine victim. - OK.

And the ligature?

I'll probably have to have a closer look, you know,

when I'm awake, preferably under lights, in a sterile space.

- Yes. - Yeah.

- Of course. - OK.

- OK, great. Well...

see you...

see you later on. - Yeah, at the, uh...

at the autopsy. - Yeah.

- OK. - At the autopsy. Good.

- All right.

Try and get some sleep.

- Yeah, OK.

- So, what do you reckon ― doorknock now or is it too early?

- Yeah. Yeah, we might as well wake people up.

There's not many doors to knock on out here.

I think we're looking for anything suspicious between 10 to 12 days ago,

according to Ihaka. Initially at least.

- You think this was done by the same person?

- The leather ties make me think it's related, but other than that,

nothing makes any sense. Except for the history.

Fuckin' families ― it's always fuckin' families,

on some fuckin' level.

Um...

A doorknock happening, eh?

- All right. Doorknock. Get into it.

- You OK? - Yeah. Yeah, fuckin' fantastic.

Um, well, I got the doorknock happening,

and now that it's light outside,

I guess we should check the surrounds.

- OK. Yeah. We're gonna need to find out who's next of kin too.

- Yes. Maybe Janice at the museum can help with that.

Can I leave that with you? - Sure.

- And can I take the CI car?

I just need to go and see my mum ―

it's just something I should've done last night. It's a long story.

You can get a ride back with Hoana? - OK. No problem.

- The keys, Simon.

- Oh, right.

Thank you.

- Anais, are you all right?

- Yeah, I just forgot my smart key. We need to talk.

- Oh, well, we're in the middle of brunch, if you want to join us.

- Hi, Maja. - Hi.

- Mrs Stratford?

- Almost ― Stafford.

You went to school with my daughter.

Nice brunch? - Yeah, it's lovely.

- Mm, must be nice to set your own hours.

- Anais! - I, um,

saw Luke last night at a restaurant.

He was checking out the competition or something.

- Yeah, well, he likes to be across things ―

new places popping up all the time.

- I'll, um, wait in the kitchen, Mum.

- I think we should get going. - Oh, no, no, no. Let's finish.

- Yeah, no, she's right ― we can just show ourselves out.

Um, it seems like it might be urgent.

- No. I'm sorry. - It's fine. It's fine.

- Mwah.

- Bye.

- You have no right to come barging in here like that.

You're so rude to Maja. - Please. Maja's a big girl.

She can look after herself. She already has.

- Oh, with Luke, you mean?

Well, since she married him, with his backing,

she's made a huge success of her life.

- Oh, what, unlike me? - I didn't say that.

- You didn't have to. Anyway, look at Luke.

Didn't take him long to switch horses, did it?

What does that say about our perfect match?

- You left him, Anais. - What is it with Luke?

Why is he still so important to you? - Because, unlike others,

Luke has been very supportive since I lost your father.

And Lynne.

- Why didn't you tell me about Lynne? - What are you talking about?

- You had to have known she was on meth ―

you can't hide an addiction like that.

- What? - She was using the lodge, Mum.

I found her stash. Not just dexies ― meth.

Is that why she died ― was she driving when she was high?

- Lynne was not on drugs. - She worked for a fucking chemist.

- She was studying to be a pharmacist.

- Exactly. She knew where to get the dexies ―

where'd she get the meth from? You had to have noticed something, Mum.

You had to have seen something.

- What are you accusing me of?

Don't you think that if I'd known your sister was on drugs,

I would've done anything to protect her?

And the family's reputation?

- Look, Mum, I am just trying to find out what happened to her.

- She died in an accident. - I think there's more to it.

- She died in a fucking accident! - Mum, I am trying to help,

but you have to be honest with me.

I know that you're hurting. - No, you don't.

You have no idea.

Could you just go?

Just go.

It's me.

Can we talk?

- It would've been very upsetting, I know.

Yeah, well, it's been difficult ever since she got back.

I mean, I tried talking to her, but I don't think it's gonna help.

Look, why don't you put on some coffee, and I'll swing by?

No, no, no, it's no problem. I'm already on my way.

OK. Bye.

- Hey. I was just coming to see you.

- Sorry, babe, I'm actually just... on my way out. I've got a meeting.

- Oh, OK. - Is everything OK?

- Yeah, I just had a run-in with Anais at Veronica's.

Well, run-in ― more of a freeze-out. - What happened?

- She's just abrupt. She seemed pretty stressed out.

She said she saw you last night.

- Uh, yeah, briefly. She was at the restaurant I went to go check out.

- Yeah, she said.

You didn't mention it.

- Well, I didn't even think about it.

I mean, she was having dinner with someone, I was leaving ―

I just stopped and said hi.

- Who was she with? - Uh... some guy, Cooper.

I think he works with her. - Mm. He's the pathologist.

- Mm. Right, OK.

OK, now I've gotta get to my meeting. All right. Won't be long.

- Love you. - All right. Love you too.

- Dr Mehrtens.

Uh, sorry―

- Anais Mallory.

Goodness. Come in.

Please. - Thanks.

- Through there.

A garden and a library;

everything you need ―

Cicero, I think.

You know, you've hardly changed at all, my dear,

and I had no idea you were back in Queenstown.

- Yeah, for a while now.

- Well, that must be of great comfort to your mother.

- I'm sure. - Well, how's young Cooper going?

I always thought he'd turn out to be a very able successor.

- He is, yeah. He speaks very highly of you.

- Oh, well, that's nice to hear.

- I'm sorry to intrude,

but it's important.

- Ah, well, then. Straight to business.

How can I help?

- Some things have recently come to light

in regards to my sister's death.

- Hmm. Oh yeah.

It was tragic. It was a terrible thing.

- Yes.

You did the autopsy?

- I did, yes. - In the report,

there was no mention of any drugs in Lynne's system.

- No, there was not. - But it's since come to light

that she actually did have a drug habit, so...

- There were no traces of drugs in her system

to the extent that they might have contributed to the accident,

which the police believed to have been speed-related.

And that's speed as in driving too fast, not the drug.

- But there were traces of meth?

You have to understand, my dear,

I've known your family ever since you moved here.

I counted your father as my friend,

and he found me this cottage. - Right.

- And his death had been... Well, it's a terrible thing.

It was dreadful. And then your sister,

barely two years later,

and it would have shattered your mother

to learn that Lynne had...

a problem. And as I said,

the traces we did find were insignificant.

So I was persuaded to leave them out of the report.

- Persuaded? By who?

- I, uh...

I misspoke. I meant I persuaded myself it was...

insignificant.

Do you know, when they're in full bloom,

the brightest-coloured ones have the least scent.

It's glorious.

- OK. I will need to do a full layered dissection of his neck,

Anjali.

If you could just give me a few minutes, please?

- I'll get set up. - Great. Thank you.

Hi. - Hey.

Uh, any progress?

- Yeah, yeah. Um...

a more detailed examination should confirm,

but I can tell that there is major blunt-force damage

to the laryngeal cartilage and a broken hyoid bone.

He's also missing two teeth, and his left earlobe is badly torn.

And his throat's been cut, right?

- Could that have been done with an awl? Small pointy thing.

- No, it was a knife ― very sharp, no serrations,

cut left to right,

and that was done postmortem.

The damage to his throat would have compromised his airway,

so he died from asphyxiation.

- So someone watched him die slowly,

and then cut his throat?

- Yeah.

- We think Mr Templeton died about 10 days ago.

- I can't believe it.

He was a grumpy bugger, but nice enough.

- They put together some great things for the displays.

- And no immediate family that you know of?

- Oh, not close, no. He had a half-brother, I think,

from his dad's first marriage, but they weren't in touch.

- Half-brother? Same surname?

- Obviously ― hisdad'sfirst marriage.

- And can you remember his brother's Christian name?

Um...

- Look, she's upset. Just give her some time.

- All right, well, perhaps you can tell me something, then, Martyn.

Did, uh, Edward Templeton wear any jewellery?

- No, I'm not sure. - Oh, yes, he did. Come on, Martyn.

He had that big, signet ring with an E on it.

And the earring. It was a big, hoopy thing.

- Which ear ― can you remember? - Left.

- And the ring and earring ― were they gold?

- I don't think so. Silver. - Right.

- He had a couple of gold teeth, though ― up front.

- That right?

Thanks, Janice. Hey, if you've got a minute, Martyn,

Detective Sergeant Mallory would like a word too,

back at the museum.

- You wanted to see me, Detective?

- Hey, Martyn, why did you replace the hammer?

- I told you.

- And when did you notice it was missing?

- When you pointed it out.

- Craigmore Farmstays ― that's your business?

- Family business, yeah. Why?

- So you have a business link to the Templetons ―

recent or historical? - Well, both, if you must know.

My grandmother was a Templeton.

My grandfather, Walter Fernleigh, married her.

They owned the farm. It's not a working farm any more.

- And why 'Craigmore'? - I don't know.

It's, uh...

what it's always been called,

what they called all their different businesses over the years.

They're all over town ― people kept the names when they took them on.

Why? What's this all about?

- It's about you deliberately trying to put us off track

in regards to Liam Templeton's murder.

Why'd you do that? Was it because he's your ancestor?

- It was over 150 years ago. Who cares?

- Yeah, it might have been over 150 years ago,

but that doesn't mean it's not relevant.

I looked it up ―

Craigmore is an anglicisation of 'Charraig mhor',

or 'big rock', like that nugget you showed us.

- Anais? Ed Templeton had a half-brother.

Janice remembered his name ― Nathan, Nathan Templeton.

And Ed had two gold teeth.

- Ihaka has confirmed Ed Templeton's teeth weren't knocked out ―

they were extracted. The damage to his gums indicates leverage forwards.

- First constipation, and now dental procedures.

- I think we should test those little gold nuggets from the grave again

for traces of dental cement.

- You think they're teeth? They don't look like teeth.

- No, they look like they could have been melted down

or beaten out of shape with, say, a hammer. It's worth testing.

- Yeah, I'll get it happening. - And we need to find

the original hammer that the blacksmith was holding.

If that's what was used, it might have traces on it.

- Why would someone do something so elaborate, though?

- People treasure their links to the past. Maybe this is generational ―

a feud down history? - The Templetons making good

on the back of theft and murder and still thriving ― celebrated, even.

- And the Connerys ― forced into abject poverty

and still doing it tough to this very day.

So they take revenge.

- Kirsten Raynor saw one of the Connery brothers doing martial arts,

and Ed Templeton's throat was crushed by blunt force,

so either one of the Connery brothers could've done that.

According to the doc's timeline,

Ed was killed before Sean was locked in the tunnel.

- A revenge killing. Why not?

But why was Sean Connery killed and left in the mine?

- Now there's Templeton's half-brother too, Nathan.

A bit of a brawler himself ― two serious assaults,

one resulting in a six-month stint in ORCF.

- We need to find him and Michael Connery too.

Let's get that second poster run happening.

- Already is.

I used the image of Michael from Janice's CCTV footage.

Hoana and Jarrod are on it.

- Ah. Look at you.

I know how you feel.

But I was up all night working. What's your excuse?

- Um, yeah,

same, yeah. - Yeah?

- Up all night, uh, on night duty.

- Me too. Off home for breakfast and bed ―

as opposed to bed and breakfast.

- Bad joke. - Nah... it was a good one.

- Hmm. Needs work.

- Um...

you a nurse or...? - Yeah.

Uh, Lakes District Hospital.

- Cool.

- Kinda.

Uh, well, make sure you get some sleep.

- Yeah, you too. - Not now, obviously.

Cos you're working. - No.

When you can.

- You forget your cornflakes or...?

- No. Uh, no...

I think I've seen him ― that man. Yeah, he was a bit of a mess, but...

I think he was brought in to Emergency.

Stay on Nathan.

We need to locate him. And get Hoana to bring Jarrod here.

- Keys?

- He gave his name as Conway, no ID.

He was brought in by ambulance late yesterday. He'd collapsed.

A cleaning lady found him at the old flour mill.

- Collapsed? I thought he'd been injured.

- His face was bruised, but the bruises were days old.

He'd collapsed because of a puncture wound to his left side―

- Sorry, sorry. Puncture wound ― was that from a knife, or...?

- A screwdriver, maybe? Also days old. It'd become badly infected.

He's resisting further treatment, but he's still very sick,

and quite volatile, so just be careful.

- OK. Will do. Thanks, doctor.

It's this one here?

Mr Connery?

I'm Detective Sergeant Anais Mallory

from the Queenstown Police.

It is, um... Connery, isn't it? Not Conway?

- Look, yeah, I gave a bum name

because I don't wanna get tangled up in anything, OK?

I got beaten up going home from a bar. I didn't see who did it.

I couldn't tell you anything, so...

- Mr Connery, when was the last time you saw your brother?

Why? What's he done now?

What's happened?

- I'm sorry to inform you ― your brother is dead.

- No. Where's Sean?

Where's... Where's Sean? - Hey, hey, hey.

I'll get the doctor if you want, but you do need to stay in bed.

- His body is in safe hands.

He was found in a goldmine tunnel.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh God.

- We're trying to figure out what happened to him.

Do you know anything about that?

- No. How would I know anything?

- The bruises on your face. I'm sorry, but I have to ask you ―

did you get into a fight with your brother?

- No. No.

Sean and I were good, OK? I mean, we're brothers ―

we argue about stuff sometimes, but...

we were good. I wouldn't mess with him, anyway ―

he's into that taekwondo shit.

- The doctor said you came in because of sepsis

from an untreated puncture wound. How did you get that?

- I told you ― I was attacked. - You said 'beaten up'.

- Yeah, and stabbed.

Look, I don't give a shit who did it, OK?

I just wanna get out of here. I wanna take my brother, Sean, home.

- Yeah, I can understand that.

And the sooner we find out what happened to Sean,

the sooner we can do that.

- You said mine tunnel? - In Arrowtown. He was locked in.

He tried to dig his way out. There was a collapse.

He was pinned by rockfall, and he died.

Your great-great-grandfather also

died in Arrowtown, didn't he?

- One more 'great', but, yeah. We, um... We came out here to see where,

to pay our respects.

- And leave gold at his grave?

- What? What do you mean?

- Do you know Edward Templeton? - No.

- He's a direct descendant of Edmond Templeton,

the man who killed your great-great-great-grandfather.

Is there any way that he could have locked Sean in that mine?

Did Sean get into a fight with him or was that you?

- I've never even heard of the guy. OK? Look, can...?

I'm having trouble breathing.

Can you get a doctor, please? - OK.

Just take it easy. OK?

Yep, the doctor's with him now. I need a search warrant for Villa Four,

at the old flour mill.

ASAP, boss. Yesterday, if possible.

OK. Thanks. Bye.

- Detective? What's the go?

- I wanna put Michael Connery under watch, in case he disappears again.

Or someone tries to kill him. You're it.

- Try not to fall asleep. - It was one yawn.

Been up all night at that barn. - We all were.

- You don't need to engage with him, OK? Just keep an eye on him.

Make sure he doesn't leave. - Yeah.

- It's important, Jarrod. - Yeah. No worries.

What are you guys gonna be doing? - Acting on a warrant, hopefully.

- Oosh.

Right.

- OK. Thanks.

Yeah, bye.

The owner said his car's still in its parking spot ― a blue Nissan.

- OK. Shall we?

- Now, the room's been serviced, but all his gear's still in there.

They couldn't say when they'd be back.

The only thing worth noting was a missing towel.

- Oh, it's not so unusual.

Hotels complain about that sort of thing all the time.

- Record time with the warrant, eh? - Yeah.

Murder tends to carry a bit of weight. Shall we?

- Yeah.

- Hmm. Two sets of underwear.

- Clothes hanging up are split into two, as well.

- He was expecting his brother.

At least we know where the towel went.

- Ooh! That was...

one nasty infection.

Take photos.

Painkillers ― look.

It's locked.

- What's his birthday? - I don't know.

We'd need his driver's licence.

Or...

3, 0, 0, 6, 6, 8.

- Bloody hell. What are you, a psychic?

- It's the date of Liam Connery's murder. This pair are very fixated

on their ancestor. And look.

- He's been calling his brother. - Every hour, for days.

OK, see how they're going, getting into Sean's phone.

Get them to try that code. - On it.

- Hoana! Forget the phone. We need to get to the hospital now!

Hey! Hey! Excuse me, sir!

- No, no, no, you're not... - You all right?

Oi! You OK?

Oi!

Argh!

- Oh, what happened? - He came out of his room.

I called out to him...

and then he was gone. Look, doc, I'm gonna be fine.

- Just lie down, Jarrod.

- It's just embarrassing, you know? He wasn't exactly the Hulk, was he?

- Well, he lied to Anais.

Obviously, he's the one with the martial arts training.

- Right.

Anyway, I'll... I'll be fine. - Yeah, eventually, yes.

But we'll be keeping Constable Renner in overnight for observation,

Sergeant. He most certainly has a concussion.

- Right. - No, I'm good to go.

- So lie down.

Thank you, doctor.

- Knocked out.

By a flea, eh?

And a sick one too. - Fleas can actually carry up to

150,000 times their own body weight.

Little fun fact.

Awesome, Sarge

Way to kick a man while he's down.

'I'm not the one you're after.

'It was Sean. I've done nothing. I won't go to jail.'

You think this is legitimate?

Who knows? Maybe he figured out who killed his brother

and he's going after them. - In which case,

you'd better bloody well round him up again.

- His things are still at the old flour mill, so...

- Simon will you meet you there.

He's got a location for Nathan Templeton.

Great. Go.

- Gone.

- OK. Get into town, check traffic cams. See if we can find it.

- Already got the rego from the check-in details.

- Good. Put it out with a warrant to arrest.

- Yeah.

- Don't get out.

He's been back here. His rental is gone.

Hoana's on it. He's dangerous ―

possibly unstable. Where's Nathan? - Out by Gibbston ― way out.

- Let's go. Put your foot down.

- You think he's going after Ed Templeton's half-brother as well?

- Yeah. I think that note was just buying time.

- Throwing his dead brother under the bus ― pretty cynical.

- Or pretty unwell.

- How's Renner? - He'll be right. Concussion.

- Proof he has a brain, I suppose.

- Anything from the Connerys? - Yeah, yeah.

Sharon finally managed to get in touch with their uncle in Greymouth,

passed on the bad news.

Get this ― he passed away yesterday.

They were close.

- I wonder if Michael knows.

Maybe this whole thing is just him getting closure for his grandad ―

the ancestor thing?

- Yeah, maybe.

- How'd you find Nathan Templeton? - I'm a detective.

This is it ― Nathan Templeton's place.

- Pull over.

That's his car. Kill the lights.

Better be ready for anything.

- Anything? - No.

Hey. Light.

- Let's go.

- I mean, look at this place ― still standing after all these years.

That's solid. And still in the family, eh, Nathan?

They would have been nice and cosy back then, your lot,

and the Irish, and the Chinese, living in shacks and humpies

and freezing their arses off.

Do you wanna see something? Do you?

Cos I've got something I really want you to see, Nathan.

You see this little fella here?

That's my grandad.

- And you see the big man standing next to him?

That's his grandad.

He was a miner too.

Poor his whole life.

Worked himself to death.

And, see, it washis...

father that your great-great...

whatever-the-fuck ancestor murdered,

right after he stole his future from him.

My family's future.

And that little boy ― he never forgot.

He never forgave.

He's dying now.

And I made him a promise, Nathan...

that before he goes...

I was gonna make you bastards pay.

For a drunk, you have shit taste in whiskey, Nathan.

See, my brother and I...

we came out here to end the story. In different ways, though.

He wanted to see where Liam worked,

pay his respects, leave a little bit of gold at the grave.

I mean, I played along with it, but...

I was just pretending.

Cos I had other plans.

Because my grandad...

this little boy ―

look at him!

He has waited a long, long time for revenge, Nathan.

Which means you...

you are gonna die slow...

painful...

just like your brother.

I killed him slow.

So what do you say, Nathan?

Where shall we start, eh?

- Nowhere. Step away from him, Michael.

- Detective! I was just giving Nathan here

a little history lesson about the importance of family legacy ―

about how secrets and lies ruin us.

I was just about to right a whole lot of past wrongs,

Detective.

- Just like you did to his brother?

- Half-brother. Genealogy is important, officer ―

echoes of history and all that.

I made damn sure his brother understood.

And now here we all of all are...

in the very place his family built

from what they stole from mine.

Because it wasn't just the nugget, Detective ― it was our history.

It was our legacy. It was our fuckin' future!

- Yep, yep.

Michael...

I get it.

OK? I do, I do. Families ― they fuck you up.

Trust me ― I get it.

But this has gone too far,

OK?

Yeah?

We need to take you in.

- And get you some psychological help too, I imagine.

- Argh!

- Hey, hey, hey! This stops now!

OK?

- Yeah, yeah, OK. - Yeah?

OK.

I'm done. I'm done.

- Yeah.

- Check on Templeton! - Yep.

- Shit!

Ah, fuck.

Michael!

Michael! Michael?

Are you OK?

It's over, OK?

It's over.

- Michael Connery,

you're gonna be arrested for the murder of Edward Templeton,

the attempted murder of Nathan Templeton

and the manslaughter of your brother, Sean.

- Fair enough ―

that last one, anyway.

How'd you work it out?

- It was a puzzle.

We saw you and your brother fighting on CCTV.

You seemed have different agendas.

He was enthusiastic about the history; you weren't.

What was the gold that he brought with him all about?

- He wanted to put that in Liam's grave, you know?

Return what was stolen.

It would've only been a token.

Cos any tribute had to come from them ―

the Templetons.

- That's why you took Ed's teeth and buried them at Liam's grave.

So you'd already killed Ed by the time

you persuaded Sean to visit that mine.

- I'd already stolen the key when Sean was off panning for gold

or some shit.

- So you get him through the first gate,

put him in some kind of chokehold or something.

Then you tie his wrists with the cord that you got from Ed's place.

So then why take Ed Templeton's ring and earring?

- To show Grandad ―

my proof.

- We have some more sad news about that, unfortunately.

Your grandfather's gone, I'm sorry.

He passed away yesterday.

What a waste!

All of it.

Sean was getting suspicious.

After I killed Ed Templeton, he knew something had happened.

I had to get him out of the way, you know? I had to lock him up ―

so that I could finish what I started.

Hey, there he is. Wakey-wakey, Sean.

How you feeling, mate?

All that fucking gold, Sean ― all that gold.

Yeah? It's our gold, Sean.

And there needs to be justice, mate. You know it.

And it needs to come from them― - I told you. I bloody told you, no!

That's crazy!

- Nah, it's not crazy, Sean.

Look, I want you ― I want you to swallow this.

All right? Day or so, you'll get it back.

The key comes out, you come out, and...

by then, I'll have finished doing what needs to be done.

- You listen to me. This is madness.

Think about what you are doing, all right?

- Hey, hey, Sean, Sean, Sean. - This is madness, and I'm―

- Sean, look, I am doing this, OK, Sean?

So just...

swallow the key, and I'll cut you loose, all right?

It took about, I don't know, half an hour or so, but, eventually,

he swallowed the key.

He thought he had me, see?

- Mm. The phone.

- Yeah.

The phone.

There you go.

Here ― drink up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you might wanna go easy on that, mate.

You could be here for a couple of days.

- I'm gonna kill you when I get out of here. Yeah. Yeah.

- Cos all I have to do is call the cops,

and I'll be out of here in an hour. So fuck you!

- Hey, Sean.

How are you gonna call the cops, mate?

- This is nuts.

- I've waited my whole life to do this, Sean. And so did Grandad.

And the only difference is― the only difference is, Sean,

that he never got a chance to set things right for

ourfamily.

But I can.

See you in a couple of days, mate. - Michael. Michael!

Michael, don't you do this! Michael, you...

Michael! Michael, don't you do it! You come back and―

Fuck! Jesus!

- So you turn off the phone,

telling him you'll take it to the police centre,

so he can call you when he gets out.

Then you took the keys back to the museum.

Pulverised Ed Templeton's teeth,

take them to Liam's grave,

go after Nathan. But before you can get to him,

you get sick from the wound Ed gave you.

- And then Sean never showed up.

- I went back to the gate a couple of days later.

I called and I called and...

- He never answered.

- Those bloody Templetons!

Just another one to their list.

- No, no.

They didn't do this.

You did.

We have the hammer you stole...

and the jewellery...

and this.

- And that's why you are going to die painfully,

just like your brother.

I killed him slow.

- 24-karat proof.

- There's no need for all this to be dredged up any more.

The Craigmore brand getting dragged through the mud,

the bloody Connerys. It was years ago.

I didn't steal his nugget. - Martyn, what are you doing here?

- I can see it all popping up in the press all over again.

- So you interfered with her investigation?

- And I'm sorry, OK?

Anyway, you caught the bugger, didn't you?

- Yeah, we did ― lucky for you.

Thanks for the flowers.

Get out of here.

- Hi. Sorry to wake you.

I have to do your obs, pulse ― that kind of thing.

- Um, I think you'll find my pulse is up a bit now.

- I heard about what happened.

How are you feeling? OK?

- Oh... I think I'd feel

better if I'd actually stopped him.

He was some black-belt seventh-dan thing.

Whatever that means. - It means you were up against it.

I'm only a brown belt myself ― aikido.

- Whoa. Wicked.

- No biggie. - No, it is a biggie.

And, um, that actually was my plan

all along ―

you know, end up in here.

Well, I knew you'd be on duty.

- Um...

get some rest.

- I'll try.

- Flowers? Really?

- You were in hospital.

- Oh. Thanks.

Sorry.

Howarethe ribs?

- Yep. Making their presence felt.

Oh, you're doing this on purpose, aren't ya?

I'm not. I promise.

I need a drink.

Would you, um,

like to join me?

- Um...

you should rest, and, um, I've got reports to write up.

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, listen, um,...

while they were taping me up, I got a call ―

the read on those prints from that baggie of meth.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I don't really know how to put this. Um, there's two sets.

One's a woman's, most likely ― smaller, higher ridge count.

- Any ID? - No.

No ― no matches.

But the other set― - Let me guess. Luke Staunton?

He's on file? - No.

He's not. They're not his.

They belong to a man who's been in jail for over two years, Anais.

Alan Souter ― the guy who killed your father.