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- Some things have
recently come to light

in regards to my sister's death.

- There were no traces
of drugs in her system.
- But there were traces.

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

- Persuaded? By who?

- Luke.
- Ihaka Cooper. Nice to meet you.
- Yeah, likewise.

- 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.

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

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

- He most certainly
has a concussion.

- Nah, I'm good to go.
- So lie down.

- Why didn't you tell me about Lynne?

You can't hide an addiction
like that.

- What?

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

- She died in an accident.

- Mum, I am trying to help,
but you have to be honest with me.

- Just go.

- I'll find them. I promise.

- What the...?

- Cody Palmer.
You called the police?

- Yeah. Lucky I had cell coverage.

Jack's dead.

I don't know what the hell
happened, but they said

I was gonna be taken down, so...

- Yeah. Detective Mallory. We just
need to get a statement off you

before you go back down.
You can talk to Sgt Rata here. Yeah.

- Well, I don't know what happened.
I was asleep.

- Yeah. We still need
a full statement from you.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Detective, eh? Pretty cool.

- Yeah. Not a pretty sight.
You must have got a bit of a shock.

- Make that a fuckin' big shock.
- I'm sorry about your friend.

- Oh, he's not a friend, really.
We just met on the mountain.

- Right. And you didn't
know the other guy?

- Never seen him before.

- Fun times.

- You can get closer soon.

We're still photographing
blood patterns at the moment.

- OK. Camo pants
and a hunting jacket.

- Clothes do suggest a hunter. Yeah.

And the blood patterns tell us
he landed on top of him

from a considerable height.

Rather cut short his day.
- Yeah, and Jack's.

Apparently the one underneath
is called Jack.

- Oh. Well, I'd say Jack had a big
night before a hunter dropped in ―

joints scattered,
bottle of bourbon smashed.

- OK. Got a team flying in.

We'll set up a grid
and search around the scene.

Although it might not be very useful
if he fell out of the sky.

- He's supposed to be
taking it easy.

What are you doing, Jarrod?
You've got a concussion.

- So? Simon's got a cracked rib.

Yeah. I wasn't gonna
let the team down. No way.

Two murders back-to-back, hey?

- Well, this one might
just be a freak accident.

- You reckon he fell from the sky?
How?

- Well, this area is popular
with hunters.

Some of them are pretty loose
with safety.

- Yeah, he could have just come out
of a chopper,

shooting from the air,
door wide open, foot on the skid.

- Bit of a buzz, eh?
- A recipe for disaster more like.

- Yeah, but if that did happen,
there has to be a rifle somewhere.

- Yeah. And why wouldn't they have
landed to try to find him?

Do you want to set up
the grid search, Hoana?

0.5km radius from here.
- No worries.

- What can I do?

- You can stay put.
You're not even meant to be here.

- Nah. I'm good. Thick head.

- Say that again.

- Au taringa, Jarrod.

- Oof!

Apparently, they had
had a big night on the booze.

Cody fell asleep
with his headphones on.

He didn't hear a thing
until his mate got flattened.

- Oh, nasty.

- Yeah.

- Any follow-up on that baggy
from the other day?

- No. Why?

- I saw the evidence bag
on the boss's desk.

- Oh. She just wanted to
check a note in the report.

- The arrest brief that you put in
on the Connery-Templeton homicides.

You made no mention of this piece
of evidence collected at the scene

of Connery's death.

- Uh, it wasn't at the scene,
exactly.

- No? Where was it, exactly?

- It was outside,

um, a wee way away
from the mine entrance.

It turned out to be irrelevant,
but, um...

I can add it to the brief
if you feel like it's important.

- I do.

I also note that the hard copy file
in your sister's accident

is missing.

- Yeah.

I, um... I have that.

I wanted to read it.

It's...
It's not affecting my case work.

- Does this have any relevance
to your sister's death

or the death of your father?

- Why would it?

- Well, it's surprising that the
prints on it belong to Alan Souter.

It's very odd,
especially considering how long

he's been in jail.

- It's probably just
an old score someone dropped.

- Do you believe in coincidences,
Anais?

- I do. Yeah. They happen.
- I don't trust them.

Be very careful, Detective.

It's not worth blowing an excellent
career on a misguided suspicion.

- OK, boss.

If you can stick around
for a bit, that'd be really helpful.

- No worries,
but what about my tent and stuff?

- We'll get your stuff back to you
when the scene's been cleared.

- Oh, thanks.

Cute and efficient, eh?

All right, Mr Palmer, we're―
- A-bub-bub-bub.

Cody, and you are?

- Very busy.
We'll get you down the hill.

- Our boss will set you up in town
till you get your gears back.

- Well, maybe till we need to speak
again ― over a drink maybe.

- Uh, if we need to talk more,
we can do it at the station.

Thanks for your help, Cody.
- Worth a shot, eh?

- OK.

- Cute and efficient ― my man.
- Far out, Hoana.

But you are
normally such a night owl.

- I know.
- I know.

But, well, when Maja said she
was making you do the 5am class,

I figured you probably
need a recovery coffee.

I do have a machine,
you know.

- Yeah, well, this is
quicker and easier.

And, um, Luke has
a proposition for you.

Mm. A date.

For the Arts festival dinner tonight.

- You two trying to coax me
out of my shell or something?

- Oh, absolutely.
- Right.

- I have an old business associate in
town. He's a great guy. A lot of fun.

- Yeah, I don't think so, Luke.

I would be the worst date.

You know I'm nominated as
chair of the committee?

- Another dead-set vote in the room.
Now, come on. You'll love Harry.

- Yeah.

- And you do need just
a little coaxing.

- Have you, um, heard from Anais?

- Uh, no. No, no.

I've taken your husband's advice,

and I'm just giving us both
some time to let things settle.

- Good for you.

- Yeah.

Our man who fell out of
the sky is Snapes. He's a local man.

And potions master of Hogwarts,

Sorry.

Tough crowd. Tough crowd.

- Bump to the head doesn't seem
to have made a difference, Renner.

Snapes. Sounds familiar.
- Yeah.

Um, that is what
he used to look like.

Doug Snapes.

Snapper to his mates.

He's 42.

- Form?
- Yeah. Going back to his teens.

Just minor stuff.
Then a few more serious assaults.

Um, two of the assaults
in Wanaka four years ago

were committed with
his best mate back then.

- Who's his best mate?
- A younger guy

currently in jail for
drug offences and manslaughter.

I'm sorry, Anais. The best mate
I'm talking about was, um...

- Alan Souter.

- Yeah.

- Uh. Who's Alan Sout―?
- Just shut up, Renner. Just...

- Anais, my office.

- What's going on?
Who's Alan Souter?

- He's the man that killed
Mallory's father.

- Maybe we should both start
believing in coincidences.

- I'm taking you off this.

I'll call in a team from
Christchurch to work with Simon.

- Come on. Boss, I can handle it.

Alan Souter's in jail anyway.
He can't be connected to this.

- Still too close.

- Look.

I know HQ is waiting to see how
a Queenstown homicide unit pans out

before they fully commit to it.
Right?

So if you call for extra
resource from Christchurch,

everything falls apart.

Trust me. I will be fine.

All right.
Even if this was an accident,

failure to render assistance
is a crime.

So we'll start with
the helicopter charters.

- All right, well, there's
five commercial outfits here

and dozens more
in operating distance.

Plus, there's privately owned
machines.

Give you guys a hand, hey?
- OK. Thanks, boss.

We'll also need Snapes' records and
any notes on his earlier charges.

- It might help us get a handle
on associates, find next of kin,

check recent movements and so on.

- What about me?

- You, Jarrod, are on light duties.
- Keep the computer happy.

- Oh. What? No. Detective.

Anais.

OK, you can come with us.
- Awesome. Where?

- Have you attended
a full autopsy yet?

- Nah.

Jack Laidlaw.

Aroha mai. Um..

- Do you wanna grab a seat,
Constable?

- Um, I'll be fine. Probably
cos I got concussion, yeah.

- You OK if we continue?
- Oh, yeah. For sure.

Yeah. Um...

I might actually take
a seat for a minute or two.

Actually, doc, do you
mind if I borrow this?

- Of course.
- Awesome.

Um, really appreciate you letting me
be in your space and that.

Gotta learn to handle it sometime.

- So, um, I guess this one's
pretty much open and shut, huh?

- Mm-mm. We still give him
the attention he needs.

So, massive crush injuries.
Almost every rib broken.

Sternum was driven
close to the spine,

so death would have been instant.

I'll run bloods, but given
the photos from the scene,

I imagine we'll find evidence
of both marijuana and alcohol.

I will update you
when I have the results.

- Both of us.

- Of course. Yes, sure.

- You agree with SOCO's
estimated time of death?

- Yeah, yeah. I mean,
given the degree of rigor

and core temperature,
allowing for the cold up there,

yeah, I would say around dawn.

- Well, that fits
our witness statement.

- Yeah.

When will you be able
to get to our other guy?

Snapes, the man who fell
from the sky.

Hoping to get to him this afternoon.

- I've started cataloguing
the personal belongings here.

- The jacket's new but torn.

- Yes. We noticed the pocket
hanging loose and a missing button.

- Right. The envelope was
in his inside jacket pocket.

We'll run some prints on that.
How much was in it?

- $10,000.

- OK.

Thanks, Anjali.

Ihaka.

- Doc.
- Detective.

- Hey. I just sent you a photo.

Uh, can you keep an eye out
for a matching button?

There's nothing in George's scene
report, but check anyway.

- Will do.

- Anything from grid search?
- Not yet. It's pretty rough ground.

We're doing full 360s, spiralling
out, so we could be a while.

- OK, well, keep at it.

- What now?

- Getting an address
from Snapes' licence.

- Feeling better?
- Uh, yeah, good as. Good as. Yeah.

This concussion.

Funny thing, that, eh?
- Yeah.

- Ah, the grand residence
of Douglas Snapes.

- Oosh.

That credit card-in-the-latch
thing's on.

- Only used with just cause ―
a man is dead.

Whew. Love the ambience

- Yeah. The place could do
with a bloody good clean.

Scented candle at least, hey?

- All right.
What are we looking for, Jarrod?

- Oof, um...

Uh, evidence.

Clothes,

like, um...

Like, for instance...

if he left a note saying that he
was gonna jump out of a chopper

and kill himself
because he was so depressed

about living in a dump like this,

then, uh, boom shakalaka.

Case solved.

And well done us.
But I won't be holding my breath.

- TV dinners, no TV ― wasn't exactly
loving the high life, was he?

- Not till he fell out of the sky.

- Hey, Simon, were there
any cigarettes

in his personal belongings?
- No.

- Let's lift some prints off
the glasses by the ashtray.

Two glasses, two dinners,
cigarettes.

I think he had a visitor.

- Yo, he was a member of SNAPSHOTZ.

- Nice one, Jarrod.

- The shooting range?

I'll give them a call.
We won't be here long.

- I'll do the range.

Hey, check this out.

Some kind of diary.

- Doug and his brother
Len used to be members.

Good shots. Haven't seen
them for a while, though.

Snapper ― is he all right?

- Why do you ask?
- Well, you know,
cops come sniffing around.

Tend to assume the worst.

- Well, I wouldn't count on
him renewing his membership.

He's dead, I'm afraid.

Dead? What happened?

- That is what we're
trying to figure out.

We're also trying to find
his brother. Any ideas?

Len.

He moved south a while ago,
I think. Invercargill, maybe.

- And anyone else that he used
to bring here or hang out with?

- Snapper was a wild man.
Him and his brother Len ―

mad fuckers.

- And did Doug have his own gun?
- Sure did. Zastava M85.

How'd you go?

Hey, that reminds me ― Snapper was
hanging out with a kid here a while
back,

bit older than that one,
teaching him stuff.

- Do you remember his name?
- It was Ben. Ben. Ben Souter.

Brother of that guy
who got done for murder.

Look, you're probably gonna
say, 'No, I'm on duty,'

but I couldn't offer
you a free shot, could I?

- That's fuckin' cooked.

- Is Sharon here?
- No.

- Ben Souter, Alan Souter's brother.
- You OK?

- I need Dad's file.
Where's the hard copy?

- Why do you want the hard copy?
- Call me old-fashioned.

I just prefer a hard copy
when I'm working on a case.

Makes it more real.
- I'd have thought the last thing
you want to make more real

would be your dad's death.
Anais, just calm down.

Sorry, Simon.

- No, no. Look, uh...

My bad.

- Stupid. I shouldn't have said that.

Hey, the, um...

the file's in the boss's desk.

She pulled it

once she found out you took
the one on your sister.

How doyouknow about that?

- Well, maybe I'm not as
dumb as you think I am.

Look, she sees you
flipping out like this,

she really will pull you
off the case.

So if you're determined
to review your dad's file,

let's do it on the system
usingmyaccess code.

OK?

- OK.

OK.

Sorry.
- No.

It's fine. OK?

We're good. We're good.

- I might just take a minute.

This is Veronica.
Please leave a message.

- Wish me luck, darling.

Veronica.

Harry. Harry Grayson.
- Oh, it's a pleasure.

All mine.

The others are in the car.

I demanded some time to say hello
and give you the opportunity

to run for your life
or change your mind or whatever.

- Well, maybe I can decide that
over the course of the evening.

- Well, that sounds
like a great idea.

Shall we?

- Interesting little book.

No names, just dates.
Payments ― 2 grand a month.

It's a kind of ledger.

There's some pages missing too.

- Hey, I got a read on the prints
on that glass. It's his brother, Len.

So his brother's got a record?

- No, no.
It was just an elimination print.

He was a witness to an armed robbery.
He took the guy down, though.

Must be a bit of a nutter.

Ex-military.

- Hey, look.

Here we go. Ben Souter.

There's this one link to his
interview in your dad's case.

I told you, I don't know
anything about any meth lab.

You might as well fess
up, Ben, because we will find out.

- There's nothing to find out.
Alan doesn't tell me anything.

- He's just a kid. What, is he 15?

- 16, which makes him about 20 now.

- You can't bloody talk to me.

You should have my mum in here
if you wanna do this.

- And four years after this,

he's mates with his brother's
old partner in crime.

- Look, I know my rights.

- The boss and I were having
a chat about coincidences.

I told her I believe in them.

I lied; I don't.

- So let's go talk to her.

No, I'm going with you, OK?

So then if the boss asks,
it was me who made the connection.

- Why would you do that?
- To cover your ass.

I mean, you're gonna stay on this
no matter what, right?

And I'd hate to see you go down.

- Come on, then.
Or do I have to slap you again?

Yeah. Even me out.

OK. Thanks, boss.

Yeah, I'll tell her.

No, I just― following up
on a possible lead.

Yeah, OK.

All right. Bye.

- Well...

Ben Souter still lives at home,
but he's out.

- Yeah, they're doing all right.
It's expensive round here.

- Yeah.

- Hey, that was Hoana.
Nothing from the grid search yet.

They're losing light.
It's freezing out there,

so they're gonna
wrap it up for the day.

- Anything from private choppers?
- Nah.

I mean, either this dude
didn't fall out of one

or somebody's lying
about not being in the air.

- Well, Ben's mum said
he's gone into town

for a drink and some music. So...

- So what?

- What?
- No.

Now?
- Yeah.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

It's better than sitting on our
hands waiting for him to show up.

- Or we could be...

enjoying a beer or a wine somewhere.

Or, I don't know...

dinner, maybe.

No? OK. Yep. Let's go.

Parking's gonna be crap.

- I told you we'd have
a walk on our hands.

- You did.

- You know how many bars and
clubs there are in Queenstown?

- Oh, it has been a long time
since I went to a club, Simon.

Enlighten me.
Uh, last count ― dozens.

Oh.
- What?
- Hello.

- Well, you're in Emergency and
that. You probably get all the
crazy guys like me.

- Constable Renner.
- Oh shit. Oh shit.

Sorry. Um, did I get you?
- Uh, no. Water did, though.

Hi, Anais. Simon.

Detective. Yeah. Sorry. Um...

Uh, Shelby, this is―
- I saw them at the hospital.

Hi. I'm Shelby.
- You were one of his nurses, right?

- Yeah. Yeah, I just finished
two weeks of nightshift rotation.

- We're having dinner.
- Yeah. So we see.

Cool. So good timing, then,
eh ― car accident.

- Well, not that good.
I won't let him drink wine.

Not so soon after a concussion.
- I'm glad you're looking after him.

Someone has to.
- Yeah. Wouldn't want him getting
nauseous or anything now, would we?

- Well, you guys enjoy your evening.
- Thanks. You too.

- Oh, no. No, no, no, we're―
- Oh, no, no.

- We're still, uh, on the job.
- On the beat.

Yeah.

- We're heading into town, actually.
- So, I mean...

where do you reckon the best music
is these days around here?

Like, if you happen to be 20?
- Um...

Oh, Barneys?
- Yeah, or the Caxton.

And you might want wanna check
the lakefront on the way too.

They all pre-load there
before they hit the clubs.

- OK. Great.
- Cool.

- Enjoy your pizza.

- You sure about the wine?

Cos I...
I got a tough head.

- Yes, I am sure, Jarrod.

- And I'm like,
'Excuse me, excuse me,

'you don't own this beach,
actually.'

And he started
getting really angry,

and she was, like, throwing...

- Good tip.

- Then we were, like...
- Ben.

Ben Souter?

Need a chat.

- What?
- Police. We'd like a word.

- Why? I haven't done anything.

- Now.
- Piss off!

Fuckin' prick!

Come here.

- Get off of me!
- Settle down.

All right. You're under arrest.

Call him in.

- Yep. We need a car.

Yeah. Great Brilliant

You didn't need to
arrest him, Simon.

- He shoved me.
That's Assault Police.

- It's not a Assault Police
if you forget it happened.

We're trying to get information out
of him about the Snapes brothers.

Charging him is not gonna help
get his cooperation, is it?

- OK. Fine. I'll stick him
in an interview room.

I'll be back up.

- Hi, Mum.

- Anais, hi.

Um, I just need to
chat to my daughter.

I'll catch up, all right?
- Of course.

- Hi, guys.

- We're off to
the Arts Festival dinner.

- Oh, great.

- Right. Well, we'll just
go see if everyone's arrived yet.

- I've been trying to
call you to apologise.

You haven't answered.
- I know.

I've made some decisions.

I'm trying to move on
with my life, Anais.

I really think you need to
as well. So...

I'm giving you the space
and the time to do that.

But when you're ready,

I'll be more than happy to...

resume normal relations.

OK?

So have a lovely evening. And, um...

I'll see you soon, I hope.

- OK.

Doug Snapes.
- What about him?

- Do you know him?

- Maybe.
- He was teaching you to shoot.

- Shoot better. I was already good.

- You ever go hunting with him?

- I don't have to answer any
of this. I didn't do anything.

- You assaulted a police officer.
You were drinking in a public place.

You want me to charge you now?
Lock you up? Is that it? Are we done?

- Did you ever go hunting
with him, Ben?

- Couple of times.

Him and Len.

Me and Doug were planning a trip,
but I couldn't afford it.

I've been out of a job for a bit.

- You know where his brother is?
- Nah. No bloody idea.

- Doug Snapes was on a hunting trip
this morning, in a chopper.

- Guess he went anyway, then.
- Without you?

- So where were you at dawn today?
- In bed. Where were you?

- Do you have any idea
who would have flown him?

- Nah.

- OK. Can I arrest him now?
- What's all this about anyway?

- Doug Snapes is dead, Ben.

Sorry.

- He, uh...

He talked to this foreign bloke.

Snapper thought he might do him
a deal, but he said no.

- You remember his name?

- Nah. It was, like...

It was Russian or some shit.

It was an '-ich' type name.

I met him at a pub.

- What pub?

- Bookings with Lynda in the office.

- We're not after booking;
we're after a conversation.

- I don't know anybody named Snapes.
- What about Ben Souter?

- Nope.
- That's odd,

because my partner here uploaded
this CCTV footage last night.

Made a nice blow-up for you.

This is the guys
you're talking about?

- Yeah. They bought you a drink.

- Doesn't mean he knows their name.

- Snapes thought you might
offer him a discount on a flight.

Why would he think that
if he didn't know you?

- I don't give discounts.
I told him that, so...

no deal. I left. End of the story.

- Did you fly yesterday morning?
- No, I was busy.

Is this your only helicopter?

- For now, yes.

- You mind if we take a look at it?
- Sure.

- Simon, we're gonna need a warrant.

A warrant?

- To forensically examine his chopper
and go through his flight logs. Yeah.

- What grounds?
- He lied to us

about not knowing one of the victims.
We have footage of them together.

- Yeah. It's flimsy.
- No, it'll fly.

That― No pun intended on that one.

Look, it's the weekend, boss.

There's no magistrate. It's just
a JP, OK? They'll grant a warrant.

- OK, I'll see if
I can get it happening.

Now, more prints turned up from
their envelope with the $10,000.

Just Snapes',
but there are some smudges.

Gloves ―
someone's being very careful.

- Yeah. We'll run some background
checks on Ivanovich too.

He's Russian. We'll make
some inquiries over there.

- Development.

Hoana's found the gun.

- Trajectory to the blood patterns
suggested a flight direction.

Now, if the gun was
tossed after Snapes was,

it'd have to be that way.
So I extended the grid out there.

- Brilliant. And?
- It was about 600m away.

Landed in some scrub,
so she's in pretty good nick.

- Simon's running the serial number
and organising the prints.

- OK, so Snape's wasn't shooting off
the skid or dangling from a kill.

He either fell or he was thrown out.

- Torn pocket, missing button ―
could mean a struggle.

And what's the $10,000 all about?
- Great question.

- Simon?

- I got a response to the serial
number on the Zastava.

It's not Snapes' gun.

- But it's an M85,
like we were told.

- Yeah, it's not his.
It's registered to Alan Souter.

'The prints
belong to Alan Souter.'

'Snapper was hanging out
with a kid here a while back.'

Ben. Ben Souter.

'The brother of that guy
that got done for murder.'

- Doug Snapes is dead, Ben.

- A few more serious assaults
with his best mate back then.

- Alan Souter.

- The guy who killed your father.

Hi. Hey.

Hi, um,

Ihaka.

- Anais, are you OK?

- Yes. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I will be.

Um...

Ooh, sorry. Are you free...

to, um, come to the lot?

- Sorry. We just had a rock climbing
fatality come in.

- Oh. Oh, OK. Sorry.

That's OK.
- Hey, of course. Of course I can.

Um...

I will be down by 6.

Is that OK? Are you sure you're...?

- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'm OK,
I'm OK. 6 is good. See you then.

Bye.

OK.

- How am I supposed to do
my job without a computer?

- She's right.
You screwing my business.

- Read the warrant.
Any complaints, call our boss.

- You'll get them back.

Maybe you should have
cooperated, eh?

- Why only the logs and files?

What happened to the search
of the chopper?

Warrant officer
flexing her muscles.

She said the evidence from
the flight logs might be enough

to authorise a wider search,
but she'll think about it then.

- No, everything. All of it.

I've got to go.

- Where's your boss?

Mr Ivanovich, clearly we don't have
a warrant to search your chopper,

but would you consider
cooperating voluntarily?

- You speak Russian, right?
So you understand.

- So stoked Ivanovich didn't make
this easy on us

by giving us his computer's
access code

Yeah, why would he do that?

- In the spirit
of cooperation Jarrod.

- As if.

- Anais prefers working
with hard copies anyway.

- Uh, I have to go out for a minute.

Keep at it. I wanna know how often
this guy scratches his arse.

- And which cheek, eh?

Oh dear.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Anais.
- Hi.

- Everything all right?

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
No, I'm just here to see Luke.

Right. Are you leaving?

- No. I'm going to powder my nose.

Be right back.

- Sorry to interrupt
the party again.

- You're not. Why don't you join us?
- Oh, I'm here for work.

Luke, I need a word.

- Goodness.
You didn't bring your handcuffs?

So, how can I help?

- You and Maja are regular
customers of FI Air.

Your name's in the flight logs.

They're a helicopter charter company
owned by...

- Fedor. Yes, of course.
Yes, we are.

- So what do you use that for?
- Flying.

I mean, flying us on occasion
and business trips to Christchurch.

The odd weekend up with the Sounds.

Taking visiting friends
out sightseeing. Why?

- Hunting?

- No, I don't like hunting.

Remember, your dad's trophies
used to freak me out.

But I do think Fedor
does take out hunters.

- And how would you describe him?

- Uh, great. Pilot. Professional.
I think he's a bit direct sometimes.

I think it's just
a language thing, though.

Why? Is he in some kind of trouble?

- Enjoy your lunch.

- Constable, how are you going?
Uh, meatlovers or Hawaiian?

- Uh, one of each.
We're working late tonight.

- Bummer. Detective Mallory as well?

- Nah, she's out in the field.
- Out in the field. Yeah. Yeah.

Well, that'll be nice, eh?

Out in the field ―
blanket, pizza, bottle of wine.

I mean, that'd be the go right?

- Nah, nah, Detective Mallory's
more no frills.

Crispy crust but no spice. OK?

- No spice. Cool. Yeah, yeah,
I'm down on that kind of stuff.

- Yeah. Good.
- Yeah.

- Whatever, idiot.

- I never told you
cos you never asked.

- Right. So your brother gave you
the gun when he went to jail?

- He said I could have it until
he gets parole, which he will get.

- Not for a good long while.

Doug Snapes' prints are on that gun.

So are yours ― matched to
you shoplifting, aged 17.

Why'd you lend it to him?
- He knows the make.

That's how we got to be mates ―
same guns.

- And?

- The scope mounted on his rifle
got munted, so I lent him mine.

- Your brother's?
It's registered to him.

- The rego isn't up ―

not for a couple of months,
so the gun's legal.

- Did your brother ever mention
a man named Luke Staunton?

- Who?

No, I've never heard of him.

- You have a good day, Ben.

- How'd you go? Anything useful?
- Nope. I thought so, but dead end.

How'd you go with Snapes'
next of kin?

- We kept trying at Len's last known.
It's in Invercargill.

- Yeah, they've been trying
to find him too, but no luck.

- Well, maybe that's cos he's
still here. Put out a WTI.

What?
- I found a pattern in the manifests.

Different solo passenger, regular
as clockwork ― every two months.

- Look at this.

- Ha. Interesting passengers.
Smith. Jones. Brown. Another Smith.

- Yeah. And look where
they're all heading.

Milsden. There's nothing
much in Milsden, except...

- ...the regional correctional
facility and Alan Souter.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- Yes. So...

- So, now, quite possibly,

I have to go to Milsden to
interview my father's killer.

Jesus.

No wonder you bloody
needed to talk.

- Oh, I needed to talk even
before I found out about that.

I think I had kind of
a panic attack,

and I...

I wanted to call someone,
but I didn't know who to call,

so I called you.

- Well, I'm― I'm glad you did.

Um...

But why― why the panic attack?

- Everything just keeps
folding in on itself.

It's like...

I'm in a maze,

and every time I turn a corner,
the same people are there,

but I'm the only one that's lost.
They know exactly where they are.

And I'm starting to think one of
them built the fucking maze

in the first place.
And that's just...

- Who are they?

These people, who are they?

Um, I don't know.
- What, you...

you think you know?

- I don't have any proof,

so I shouldn't even be
talking about it, really,

but I had to talk to someone,
cos I don't talk to anyone.

- I'm glad you can talk to me, then.

And I am glad that you came back.

- I'm a detective.
I'm supposed to be good at puzzles.

Today I raced off to talk to Luke.

His name was just one
on a booking list.

It didn't show up any more
than some of the others, but―

but it was him.
And I just felt like, I don't know,

I had to look him in the eye when
I asked him questions or something.

- Good.

It's good.

Yeah, it's called instinct, Anais.
You should listen to it.

I do in my job.

- Well, yeah, but you deal in
physical evidence and facts.

- Yeah, but instinct is
what leads me to them.

It's good.

- Well done.

- Mallory.

- Hey, Brian Makepeace here
from Regional Corrections.

Regarding your inquiry about
visits to Alan Souter...

- Yes.

- Well, he did have visits
on the dates that you gave us.

Yeah. Every time. So, um, did you
still wanna arrange that interview?

- Uh, yes.

Yes, I do.

I will be out this morning,
if that's OK.

I'll call with an ETA.

- All good. He's not going anywhere.

No. Right.

Um... OK. Thanks.

Simon.

- You're not gonna believe this.

- When can we get into
the main wreck?

- Just waiting for CAA to give us
clearance. We're ready to go.

- When you do, can you swab
the seats for potential DNA?

If we can place Snapes
in that machine,

we're a step closer
to figuring out his death.

- On my list, Detective.
- Thank you.

- And the button too from
our other murder victim.

I'll send you a picture, Georgia.

- So you're treating
this as a murder, then?

- We certainly don't think
it was an accident.

So you think this whole thing
goes back to Alan Souter?

Well, let's join
the dots for a second.

OK, a dead hiker,

killed when Doug Snapes was
thrown out of a helicopter.

- By Fedor Ivanovich.

- Yeah.

Now, Doug Snapes is
loaned a firearm..

by Alan Souter's brother Ben.

- Mm-hm. Ivanovich has regularly been
flying Snapes to see Alan Souter in
jail.

- Yeah, and when we find
that out, he's killed too.

I think someone is
tying off loose ends.

And I think it's the same person
who's paying for the Souters'
silence.

- Well, maybe Doug's brother
Len Snapes knows how it is.

- Well, there is only
one way to find out.

- I'll put out a WTI.
- Thanks.

- Veronica.
- Hey.

- Lovely as always.
- Thanks.
- And I'm, uh,

eight minutes early. Sorry. My tour
of apartments with best views of the
lake as discussed yesterday.

- Yes, well, luckily, I'm 10
minutes early, so we can get going.

- Great. OK, well, I've hired a
convertible so we can enjoy the day.

And if you have time, perhaps
we could do lunch again after.

- That sounds lovely.
I'll just grab my bag.

OK. All set.
- Great.

After you.
- Thanks.

- We think we need to find out
where Ivanovich was headed.

- Check to see if he
logged the flight, yeah?
- Yeah. Check at his office too.

We have his computers, but maybe
he reverted to good old hard copy.

- On it.
- And, um, boss...

Um, I need authorisation for
a helicopter flight of my own.

- To?
- Milsden for an interview.

- No, Anais.
- It's getting ridiculous.

- Boss, Ivanovich took
regular trips to the RCF.

They coincide with dates
of visits to Alan Souter.

- No, Anais. I am not
having you interview him.
- I can interview him.

It's a legitimate part of
the inquiry. I'll go with her.

She can listen in
while I talk to him.

- I can handle it.
- Be quiet, Anais,

while I'm still standing here
listening, cos when I stop
listening, nobody goes.

- Anais.
- What's this all about, Simon?
You still covering my arse or what?

- This was the only way
it was gonna happen.

-Ihave to interview Souter.
Me. It's not just about this case.

- I know that, OK? But sometimes you
have to let people help you, Anais.

Like I said, it was the only way.

So are we doing this or not?

- Yeah.

- Would be a pretty cool job, eh?
Flying choppers.

- Yeah. I don't like them.

They seem even less likely to stay
up in the air than planes do.

- Not afraid of flying, are you?

- If God wanted us to fly,
we'd have feathers.

There's nothing here. You sure
you didn't take the booking, Lynda?

- No. It came through Fedor's phone.

He didn't say who or where to.

- Right. And you pump
your own avgas?

- Look, I just don't feel like
answering these questions right now,

OK?
- I'm sorry.

It's just that we're trying to get
to the bottom of this accident.

So the gas.

- Yes. We pump our own avgas.
- Thank you.

Where's it stored?
- In drums around the side.

It's not used so far, and it's not
likely to be now either, is it?

- Your boss logged the flight
to Wanaka, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Just tell them that's all we got.

- I'll check out the drums.
You take the workspace. OK?

- Video logs.

So these are the most relevant ones
from the last six months ―

three visits on the dates
that you gave me.

- Same person each time ― his uncle.
- That's our guy ― Snapes.

Aka Smith, aka Jones, aka Brown.

None of them uncles.

- How's Souter going with
personal comforts and support?

- Uh, he's doing pretty well
for himself.

- That is a lot of perks.

- There is an observation window,
but the observer has to be visible

at all times because
of the regulations.

Are you good?

- OK, thanks,

but I think I'll do the observing.

I feel a bit queasy after
the flight. I get airsick.

- Do you want me to come in?

- Uh, no, no. I'm fine.
- OK. I'll just wait outside.

- Just in case, eh?

Mr Souter.

I'm a detective with
Queenstown police.

I have some questions―
- Alan.

- I have some questions.
- I know.

You were a detective
on my case for a minute

before that other prick
shunted you off.

- I have some questions about visits
you received on a regular basis.

- Personal involvement, wasn't it?

Now you're in charge, eh?

Detective Mallory.

Uh, can you give
us a minute, Brian?

- Yeah. No problem. Uh, buzz
the gate. They'll let you through.

Hey, you did good.

I let him get to me.
- No.

Well, OK, Maybe a little bit.

You nearly got him.

- You will be in deep shit if
Sharon finds out you did that.

- We better not tell her, then, eh?

So, um, if I said you owed me one,
would it spoil the moment?

- Yeah, definitely.
- Right. OK. Yeah.

We should get to the chopper
and head back.

Sharon's paying old Top Gun out there
to sit on the ground and wait for us.

- Hey, Simon.

I owe you one.

- What about this?

- Possibility. Give it a call.

- All right. Just how much bang
do we get for command's buck?

- Well, it's not so much
about bang, boss,

as it is about
pulling things into focus.

- So help me with your focus. Where
exactly are we at with this thing?

What'd Souter have
to say for himself?

- I asked him about his
relationship with Snapes.

Now you're in charge, eh?

Detective Mallory.

- You know exactly who I am.

So I would be really fuckin'
careful if I were you.

Should we try again?

You received regular visits
from Douglas Snapes.

- Doug? Yeah, every couple
of months.

He's a good mate, and it's really
hard to find good mates nowadays.

- He provides you with all of
your comfort packages, doesn't he?

Used to be cigarettes
before they got banned.

What's the currency now?

Chocolates? Kitchen appliances?
Fancy shampoo?

I happen to know your cell is fitted
out with more personal gear

than any other cage in this zoo.

I do OK.

- Yeah. So do your mum
and baby brother.

It's a nice house ― all paid for.

Even though your mum hasn't
had a regular job for years

and your brother's
currently unemployed.

- Mm. I better have a word with him,
lazy little bugger.

- So where does it all come from,

all this largesse?

- I told ya, Doug's a good mate. He―
- Oh, don't give me that.

Doug hasn't got a pot to shit in.

He spends what he's been given,
and he's been given plenty. Who by?

- You got a lovely imagination,
Detective.

- Tell me about Luke Staunton.

- Who?
- You know who I'm talking about.

- Oh, is he that
fancy restaurant guy?

- Do not fuckin' bullshit me,
Souter.

Everything is about
to change for you.

You're about to lose
your fuckin' privileges,

because your good mate Doug is dead.

Someone chucked him out
of a helicopter.

And do you know why he's dead, Alan?

He's dead because someone
is tying up loose ends ―

loose ends left over from
your fuck up four years ago.

Snapes was involved in
that meth lab, wasn't he?

And that makes him a loose end.

His body was meant to lie on
the side of that mountain

for a good long time before
it was discovered, if ever.

And now that came unstuck.
And guess what ―

the pilot who kept bringing
him to see you, he's dead too.

Because killing Snapes
made him another loose end.

So who does that leave, Alan?

It leaves you.

You are the last person left who
knows exactly what was going on

four years back. You know who
was bankrolling all of this.

So...

why don't you tell me who
really pays for your silence

and all these little comforts
you and your family receive,

and I can take them out of play.

Then maybe you won't get tied up
like all those other loose ends.

You help me,
and maybe you'll stay alive.

- Fuck you.

- So it was inconclusive.

- He didn't confirm
or deny anything,

but you could see it in his eyes.

- You could see that,
could you, Anais?

- I mean, I'll always...

You could see it in his whole
body language quite clearly.

You could see that. And, you know,
obviously he's lying

about Snapes being a sponsor,

but somebody is looking
after him and his family.

- Yeah.

- And another big payout is probably
waiting for him too when he gets out.

- Some bank account somewhere.

- You think the person
who gave $10,000 to Snapes

is the same person
bankrolling Souter?

- Possibly, yes.

- Souter gets paid
to keep his mouth shut,

but Snapes had to be taken out of the
picture completely for some reason.

So the money, the free hunting trip,

that's bait to get him into
that chopper so he could be killed.

- Someone was prepared to shove
10K out the door with him?

- Maybe 10K is nothing
in the scheme of things.

- Yeah.
- Well, what things are those?

- I'm not prepared to say
at the minute, boss.

It's still very much speculation.

- But when you are
prepared to say, yeah,

I'll be right here
waiting to hear it.

- OK.
- Yeah, OK. Sounds good.

- You realise you were speeding,
madam?

Nah, I recognised the Jeep.

We got some info from
the chopper dude's place.

- Yeah. Sorry about old
Comedy Central over there.

Got something we might wanna
follow up on with Lynda.

She was listening
to us on our last visit,

and then she made a phone call.

- Well, she reckons the spare drums
of avgas haven't been touched,

but they could have been easily.

So I've tagged them and got
a uniform watching them

till we're ready to pick them up.

- OK. Although there's another way
we could go with that.

- Hey, what about eagle-eye me?
The number.

- Ivanovich jots things down
on his noticeboard,

and Jarrod found a phone number.

- Yeah, we've been calling.
Finally got a reply.

- And?
- A Wanaka number.

It's the customer he was
supposed to pick up.

Of course, he never showed.

- Anyone we know?
- No, a Meredith Frampton.

He was flying her back to spend
some time down here.

- Yeah. With your friend. She was
the one that organised the flight.

The one from the gym.

Maja.

- Hey, Anais.
- Oh, hey.

- Don't suppose they do
a matcha latte?

- Uh, no. I got you a coffee,
though.

The pies are awesome.

- Oh, I'm not really hungry.
- That's OK.

- Sorry, I was I was all the way
at Five Mile when you called. Um...

But it sounded urgent.

So what did you wanna talk about?

- Should we...?

Um...

Look, we've been out of step
since I got back.

I'm sorry that's the way
it's worked out, Maja.

- OK. Yep. Me too.

I guess it was always gonna
be awkward ― you, me, Luke.

- Oh, yeah, I guess so.

- And just so you know, um,

I didn't expect it
or, like, actively pursue it.

Um, when I got back from Europe,

you..
- I buggered off.

Yeah.

- And he still talks about you
sometimes. So I get jealous too.

- I'm not jealous, Maja.

I'm concerned for you.

- I'm sorry?

- Look, it was either
meet here and chat

or go to the station and
make it an official interview.

- I don't understand.
- I ended things with Luke

because he consistently refused
to be honest with me.

I had no idea what was
going on in his life

apart from the superficial things,
the palatable things.

Is that how it is with you?

- No, it's not.

- I hope that's true.

I hope you're not involved in
anything he's got going.

You booked a flight for Meredith
Frampton to come down from Wanaka.

So what are you suggesting ―

that we had something
to do with the accident?

I'm sorry, Anais. That's insane.
We always use Fedor.

- Whose idea was Meredith's trip?

Hers? Yours?

Luke's?

- Look,

Luke loves me.

He used to love you.

I'm sorry if that's made
you feel uncertain about him.

- Maybe you should ask Luke some of
the questions I've been asking you

for your own sake, Maja.

Coffee's on me.

They let you park there?

- Yeah. For free.
- Wow.

Cool ride. Suits you.
- Thank you.

Yeah. They haven't got me a car yet,
but I like the Jeep anyway.

Are you stalking me?

- I'm, well, I'm sitting outside
enjoying the sunshine.

They said I wasn't needed any more,
gave me all my gear back.

So thank you and good night.

But, yes, I am... persistent.

So come on.

Come and have a drink with me.

I, uh...

I'm busy with a murder inquiry.
Thanks but no thanks.

That is disappointing.

I'm crying real tears here.
- OK, bye.

- It's entered as evidence.
You can't have it.

- What gives you the right
to keep the bloody thing?

- The law.
- The law?

- Is this still about that gun?

- I want it back. It's not fair.
- Life's not fair, Ben.

Or death.
- Oh, screw you!

And leave my brother alone,
OK? Get off his back.

- All right. Out. Now.

- OK, Yeah. If you can send me
the images,

the in-situ and the clean shot,
that'd be great.

Yeah. Thanks.

Hey.
- Hey.

- Three useful findings ―

the chopper crashed because of
engine failure. Contaminated fuel.

Coffee?
- Uh, no, thanks.

What was it contaminated with?
- They're still doing an analysis.

- Either bad luck or someone
messed with it, eh?

- Yeah. Quite possible.
Probable, even.

Plus, they check the lower
ball joint bolt assembly

on the passenger door.

It looks like that door has been
removed and replaced several times.

- You said three useful things.
Did we find Len Snape?

- No, but Georgia found something
useful at the wreckage.

Check this out.
- Uh, what's that it's pointing to?

The missing button.

Bit burnt, but it matches.

- Doug Snapes was in
that chopper two days ago.

We just need to find out
who put him there.

- You don't reckon this was just
an argument between Ivanovich and...

- No, no, no, no.
Ivanovich shoved him out for sure.

This was not a fight;
this was an execution.

- Maybe it's time you shared
all your thoughts with the boss.

- Yeah, maybe it is.

- She got a call
and had to head out.

- OK. Well, I might just shake
a tree, see what falls out.

But first, there's something
I want you all to do tonight.

- That's all right.
It's all right. I've got it.

Oh shit.

- I need to talk to Luke.
- I've already talked to him.

- I think you've done enough damage
for one day. I want you to leave,
Anais, now.

- I have questions that
need to be answered, Luke.

- I know all about your questions.
Maja's already asked me your
questions,

and we had a screaming argument,
thanks to your totally paranoid,
unfounded notions.

- Boss.
- Now, this is exactly the kind
of harassment I'm talking about.

This is why I called you.
- Mr Staunton's right.
You should leave.

- No, no, no. Boss, I was gonna
talk to you about this, OK?

Snapes was definitely
in that helicopter.

We have the evidence.
We know how it all went down.

We're checking the fuel
drums in the morning.

Hey, what was the 10 grand, Luke?

A bonus for all those
years of service,

keeping Alan Souter happy in jail?

Free hunting trip with a nice
little goodbye sweetener,

make him feel secure enough
to get in the chopper?

- Anais.
- You see what I'm talking about?
- How was it all set up?

The door was already off.
And then, what, one good punch?

Just stun him, toss him out?

- Fuck you doing, bro? Stop!

No, no! No, no, no! No! Ow!

Oh God!

- Then if he is found, it's just
an accident no one's owning up to.

- Mallory.
- Anais, enough.
Why would he have somebody do that?

- I don't know. Maybe Snapes
got greedy, demanded more money,

or threatened to expose you.
- Mm. Expose me? About what?

- Ivanovich needed to
be silenced too, hey,

once we discovered all
those regular flights.

- Anais, that is enough.
- No, no. It's OK, Inspector.
I finally get it.

I can finally see what it is your
mother's been so upset about since
you got back.

- She's been telling us
about your obsessiveness,

your fixation on Len's accident.
- Mm. And now this.

And this is, what, another
bloody conspiracy theory,

a whole new obsession
with your dad's death too?

Cos, Anais, I know what
this is really about.

You weren't there for Lynne.

I was.

But the past is the past.

You ended our relationship,
and I'm happy now.

And I wish you could be too.
Or maybe you can be,

if you just let all this go

and accept that in spite
of everything,

I've remained a good friend
to your mother

and done everything I can
to help her.

So why would I want to have anything
to do with the man

who killed her husband?

- That's the question, isn't it,
at the middle of the maze?

Jesus, I...

She's delusional.

And all of this,
as I said, is harassment.

And she needs to back off before
I lodge a formal complaint

with someone higher up than you.

- I'll make sure she does.

- I am not

letting this go.

- Simon. Is it all in place?

- We're here.
- OK.

I'll be there when it goes down.

- If it goes down.

- Do not go to the station.
And do not go anywhere but home.

And do not try and contact
Mr Staunton or his wife again.

- Boss―
- We will talk in the morning.

Now do as I say, Mallory.

Shit.

- Still on our toes?

- Yeah. All good.

Except for these bloody ants.

Heads up.

There she is. We're set. Standby.

Wait till I go.

Go, go, go, go.

Police! Don't move!

Do not move. Stay you are.

Hey! Hey, mate!

Stop!

Stop.

Oi, get back!

Move!

- What the hell?

He's supposed to be in the morgue.

- Fuck.

Oh God.

Shit. Shit.

Damn it.

What happened?
- Oh, you should have seen it.

He came at me, but it was
Sarge that decked him.

- Snapes' brother.
- And, what, he's a twin?

- Only difference is
a little birthmark.

And he's refusing to say anything
apart from 'guilty as charged'.

- We'll see about that. You with me.
- Oosh.

- No comment.

You have already
admitted guilt.

So why don't you just tell us?
Why did you target Ivanovich?

- OK. One comment.

That prick killed my brother.

- Yeah, but this wasn't just
revenge for Doug, was it?

- No comment.

- Who told you he killed
your brother?

- No comment.

- It was the same person who told
you we were gonna find the evidence,

wasn't it?
Who told you about the drums?

- No comment. I want a lawyer.

- Who was it?
- Anais.

- It was Luke Staunton, wasn't it?

Just say it.

- No comment.
- Say it!

- Detective.

- Anais, what's going on?
- Oh, no fuckin' comment.

- Look, um, the boss is on a rampage.

I've just had a few strips
torn off me. So...

I'm sorry.
- Mallory!

- Sit.

- I've written Luke Staunton
a formal apology.

- Apology?
- And given him my assurances

that all this harassment's
gonna stop.

- I've also given Detective Delaney
a bollocking and flagged his file.
- Why?

- He wilfully disobeyed me by
allowing you to interview Alan
Souter. Which brings me to you.

Everything in your record, Anais,
tells me you're a good detective,

so I'm forced to question why it's
you who suddenly seems to have lost
the plot.

- Len Snapes didn't do
this off his own bat.

Someone tipped him off.
- It's solved, Mallory.

It's a daisy chain. Jack Laidlaw was
collateral damage when Ivanovich
killed Doug Snapes.

Then Ivanovich was
killed by Len Snapes.

- Yes, but someone had to have
fed him the information,

both about Ivanovich and about
us checking the fuel drums.

And Luke Staunton is the only
person who knew about that.

I thought he was gonna deal
with the drums on his own,

but clearly hand-balled
it off to Len.

- You don't know that.
- Think about it, boss.
Why was Len in town?

Why is he scared now, refusing to
say anything, except 'no comment'.

- He has said enough.
He's admitted guilt.

- Listen, you have an outstanding
question to deal with.

The same one you've been
asking for some time.

Who's pulling the strings?
Who's behind all of this?

You're still convinced
it's Luke Staunton, yes?

- I am, yes.
- But you still don't
have any evidence.

- There is maybe one thing
that I'm working on.

Otherwise, it's all circumstantial,
connected to other things.

- Things I've explicitly
told you to leave alone,

but you've continued to look into.

- It is very hard
to ignore instinct.
- Yes, but instinct's not evidence.

You make a move without hard
evidence, it'll all come crashing
down.

I'm formally instructing
you to desist.

You're not to ruffle any of
Mr Staunton's feathers again.
Do you understand?

- Yes, boss. Yes.

- Informally,

I think you should
trust those instincts.

But tread bloody carefully, Anais,

and keep me fully informed. Clear?

Clear?
- Yes. Yes. Clear. Yes.

- All right.

As far as the others are concerned,
you just got a bollocking too.

That's all, Detective.

- OK.

Come in.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Have you got a minute?

Uh, if it's about Mr Ivanovich,
I'm still waiting on bloods.

- Oh, no, no, no,
it's not about that.

We've pretty much wrapped that up.
- OK.

- Um...

I don't know why I'm doing this.

I just sort of feel like I should
or, I don't know...

Um, I had sex with someone.

- I-I don't, um― don't regret it.

It was fine, but I just felt
like I should be honest about it.

Um, there are so many lies. There
are so many hidden things around me

all the time, and I just didn't want
there to be anything

hidden between us.

I don't know why.

It's not like we're in
a relationship or anything.

- No.

But I like you, Anais.

- Yeah, I like you too.

And, you know, maybe that―
that could be you.

If, um...

it could just be the sex.

Cos I'm just not really...

up for the emotional...

complications.
I just can't really...

do them right now.

- OK.

OK, I will, um...

I'll bear that in mind.

- OK.

I'm gonna go now.

- OK.

- Hi, Mum.
- Anais.

- Have you been sleeping in?

- Uh, yes. Something like that.

Are you all right?

Yes. I just haven't
been getting much sleep.

- Oh, sweetheart.
- Sorry.

Normal relations.

- Good.

- Mum.

I love you, Mum.
And I need your help. OK?

I have to make sense of this.

And my every instinct is telling
me that you can help me.

Mum.

Don't do this.