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French.

Gorgeous patina, isn't it?

- Three hundred dollars.
- For a breadboard?

Oh, yes. Provence.

Eighteenth century.

The monks needed to
get on it each morning.

Yeah, that's a cool story,
but it's not true.

What?

Just look, these scuff marks
are too regular.

And the cuts they're new
oiled to look vintage.

And what would you know?

Enough to say, this is as phony
as your two dollar pearls.

Two hundred and fifty dollars then.

Bonjour!

How's your morning been?

Full of time wasters.

Well, then I'll get
straight to it.

Starting by showing you
a picture of the killer.

Oh, that makes things easier.

Stallion, goes by the name
of Lord Flyte,

sire to 43 Group one winners
more than any other thoroughbred

in the past decade.

And a killer.

- Well, who's the victim?
- His handler.

Todd Nicholson, 25 years old,
professional horseman

employed by the Langford stud.

He was found in the stall with
the horse standing over him.

Coroner's report states
cause of death

as a lethal blow to the skull.

Well accidents do happen
in these places.

Well, they do.

Except the horse's halter

was found hanging up
outside of the stall

with traces of
Todd's blood on it.

So unless Lord Flyte
has opposable thumbs,

someone else was there.

We found a meeting scheduled
on Todd's phone

for 2:00 p.m. that day.

Time of death.

No name, no details.

So your only witness can't talk?

What about the victim's family?

No family.

Dad wasn't in the picture.

Mum died a couple of years ago.

Are you thinking
why the long face?

Oh!

Any more horse jokes

and I'm changing my mind
about this case.

I knew you'd take it.

Well, I can't let an
innocent horse

take the rap for a crime
he didn't commit.

Ta-dah.

If the horse killed Todd,

why didn't they
have him put down?

Because he's a priceless
thoroughbred, not a rabid dog.

Oh. Oh, wow.

Lord Flyte's service fees
are 150 grand.

Yeah, that sounds like a lot
until you do the math.

The last auction,
a Lord Flyte yearling

went for 3 million bucks.

Ooh. Oh.

If you want to
find your place

in the winner's circle of life,

and here is where
it all begins.

That's Todd
leading Lord Flyte.

Happy couple.
Looks like love to me.

Ah, you think
it's a crime of passion?

Jealous man.

Lord Flyte's epic career
saw him

undefeated
in both hemispheres.

But it's, as a sire he has
ascended to the ultimate glory

as New Zealand's
greatest of all time.

That's Kahu Langford.

His dad, Pita, bought Lord Flyte

dirt cheap as a total unknown
at a yearling sale,

made his fortune
off the stallion

and established the stud farm.

Kahu took over the reins
after his dad passed away.

Case file mentions a sister.

Ah-ha.

Kahu is the heir
and Mae Langford is the spare.

She cut all ties with the family
three years ago

after her dad died.

So she's outside the loop.

Maybe that's why the police
didn't interview her.

I think we need to pay these
Langford's a visit. Don't you?

- Morning, Alexa.
- Kia ora.

Are you on your way home yet?

I mean this
in the nicest possible way,

but why am I talking
to your backside?

I knew there was a reason
I brought these to Auckland.

And that reason is
the Langford stud.

Ah, you've been
talking to Beth. Good.

Yes. We've come up with an
excellent cover story.

You work for a stud in Ireland.

So why don't
I just get Lord Flyte

to fill a turkey baster
and mail it?

Yeah, if you were mating
ordinary horses, then, sure,

but thoroughbreds are special.
It's got to be a live cover.

The real thing, huh?

- Hello?
- In here.

Zero tolerance for
artificial insemination.

Some kind of arcane
racing industry regulation.

Morning.

Oh, wow.

- You do scrub up well.
- Hi, Beth.

Oh, hey, Maddison.

So how many Tinder dates
did Lord Flyte have last season?

Hundred and ninety three.

Quite the play-ah.

- Uh-huh.
- Your new car.

Gotta look the part.

Fancy.

Told you she was great.

Au revoir.

Just remember
that your employer, Sheik Ahmed,

owns three stud farms,
including Ballykirk in Ireland,

'tis a grand stud
farm to be sure.

What's that
you're doing?

My Irish accent.
Yeah, it's awful.

Murray,
the farm manager, bought it

when he phoned to double check
on your credentials.

Bye now.
Fair play to ya, Alexa.

- Alexa Crowe.
- Kahu Langford.

- Nice to meet you. Come.
- How do you do?

Oh, wow.

Hop on board because those shoes
are not for walking.

No, but I do love them.
Hello?

Alexa, this is Murray,
my former manager and CFO.

Well, not just the Uber driver
and barman, huh?

I'm whatever's needed.

Well, this is very much needed.

Thank you.

Arlo.

This is Alexa Crowe.

Did the big guy
give you any trouble?

Nah. No, it was perfect.

- Back in his box now. Hello.
- How do you do?

Have you come to
check out Lord Flyte?

Yes. I hear he's the finest stud
in the stables.

Oh, well, I wouldn't say that.

Well, what about
his temperament?

I heard there was an accident
a while back.

Oh, he's a thoroughbred.

He's hot headed,
athletic, passionate.

Are we still talking
about the horse?

But, um, everybody loved Toddy.
Yeah. Even Lord Flyte.

And that horse
could be mean as hell.

There's no way Lord Flytey
would have got over him.

Toddy had the measure of me.

Okay, Arlo. Thank you.

Okay. Alexa.

There's no issues
with Lord Flyte's temperament.

His offspring speaks to that.

His bloodline is faultless.

And that's why I'm here.

Would you like to
meet His Lordship?

Yes, please.

Hello, handsome.

Anything to confess?

Well, he's got such a kind eye.

It's hard to believe
he killed someone.

Human error.

Yeah. We've got a great team
looking after him now.

The accident gave us
the opportunity to clean house.

I should introduce you
to our in-house vet.

- Rebecca.
- Super.

Come this way.

Ah, Rebecca.

Alexa Crowe from Ballykirk.

She's come to look at Lord Flyte

to cover their Irish broodmare.

Oh, he's had some lovely progeny
in that hemisphere.

Two exceptional bloodlines.
We could sign the paperwork now.

Are you trying to speed date me?

Oh, there's not too many slots
left in the season

and his Lordship's diary
is filling up.

Now, isn't he a little bit
long in the tooth

to be putting it
about so much?

Lord Flyte's covered 200 mares
this season,

he is top of his game.

Kahu while I've got you,

can you come and check out
that new mare with me?

Sure. Would you like to
see the mare stables?

Actually, it's getting late
at Ballykirk.

I need to touch base
before they go to bed.

- Of course. Meet us over there.
- Thank you.

- Bathroom?
- Wrong direction. Jump in.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.
What a relief.

- What's that?
- Your regular shoes.

- Oh.
- How'd it go?

Well, the horse didn't do it.

- How do you know?
- He told me.

Okay, check this out.

This is the stall where Todd's
body was found with Lord Flyte.

But Lord Flyte actually lives

in another stall with his name
on a plaque and everything.

So you're saying
someone moved the body?

Nope.
Someone moved the horse.

That's why there was
blood on the bridle.

Whoever killed Todd

put Lord Flyte into the store

where he died to make it look
like the horse had struck him.

So if it wasn't
a hoof to the head,

we're looking
for a murder weapon.

- That's right.
- Here we go.

- Ooh.
- Peppermint tea.

- Thank you.
- And Latte.

Gracias.

Mate of yours, Beth?

No, but she's kind of awesome.

Enjoy.

Oh, Mae Langford.

Actually Mae Davis.

She registered her website
using her mother's maiden name,

but that's definitely her.

So Mae didn't just opt out
of the family business.

She's trying to destroy them.

It's alright.

Come on, boy.
Come on. Home now.

And here they are,
gutless wonders.

People say,
I lack social skills.

Two months ago,
I contacted you

to uplift this horse
and you did nothing.

So if you wanna arrest me,
you go ahead.

- Oh, we're not the police.
- No. Kind of not.

But I am here to ask
you a couple of questions.

- Well, what about.
- The Langford stud?

Once you've seen the true nature
of the thoroughbred industry,

you can't unsee it.

But how is it so cruel?

I mean, those stables are nicer
than my apartment.

Yeah. It's a life of luxury
when you're winning.

But for every winner, there are
100 losers who fail on the track

and get flung out the other side
like a piece of garbage.

That's why you set up
this place.

To atone for my family's sins.

Yeah, but of course
you're going to take their side

because they're paying you.

I'm not getting any
money from the Langford's.

I'm assisting the police
and investigating

what happened to Todd Nicholson.

Yeah, poor Toddy, eh?

Still I could have
seen it coming.

- You live by the sword.
- Meaning?

That stallion
finally fought back

after years of being forced
to perform unnatural acts.

Surely there's
nothing more natural

than a stallion
mating with a mare.

Not the way they do it.

With 200 covers a season.

And those mares are terrified,
leather bound

and whipped into submission.

50 Shades of nay, eh?

Well, Todd must have
been very skilled

to handle a stallion
under those conditions.

He was. My dad taught him
everything he knew.

Oh, he worked for your dad.

So he was there a long time.

His whole life.

He grew up in the cottage
at the back of our farm.

His mom was my dad's P.A.

When she died, my dad sent him
to boarding school

and gave him his first job
when he got out.

- Practically, whanau.
- We were all close.

Yeah. I used to babysit him.

When was the last time
you saw Todd?

No, not for ages.

As I said, I haven't been back
to that farm for years.

- And you didn't attend his wake?
- I wasn't allowed to.

After my last protest,

Murray got a restraining order
against me,

banning me from the farm.

Well, she's not just
the black sheep of the family.

She's an entire flock.

I never got the feeling
from Kahu that

he had known Todd
since he was a baby.

It's more like
he was an employee

and not a very
valued one at that.

Hey, uh, do we care that your
Land Rover is suddenly this car?

Nah, you're right.

Well, hello again, Murray.

So Sheikh Ahmed sent you did he?

Except your website's
completely phoney.

So who are you?

Gidday, Kahu.

I just wanna know
why you didn't tell me

that Todd Nicholson
grew up here.

Don't answer that.
She's leaving.

The police have got
a few more questions,

and I'm here to ask them.

Todd Nicholson lived here
his entire life.

I thought you were a client.

Wasn't gonna bleed
my heart out to you.

Yes. Todd's mother
worked for my father.

I don't know why you're giving
her the time of day, Kahu.

We don't know. They, the police,
they could be anybody.

Oh, no, I'm not police.
I'm Navy in between posts.

And I love your farm.

We're all heartbroken
about Todd.

Was a real tragedy.
But I've got nothing to hide.

In that case,
I'd like to take another look

around your stables.

Go ahead, Alexa.

But I won't be serving
champagne this time.

I'll send bloods this afternoon

and do the selenium levels.

Thanks.

Oh. Sorry. I was just ordering
some tests on Bobby here.

He doesn't look like
a racehorse.

He's not. Bobby's a teaser.

A teaser.

A teaser pony.

Bobby's job is to get the mares

all fired up
to mate with the stallions.

- Oh.
- He's a wingman, you see?

Hardly seems fair.

Hey, um, where's the restroom?

- Just straight down there.
- Oh. Back soon.

Um, does he at least get to
wear a, uh, a saucy outfit

when he's teasing?

Oh, Lord Flyte.

What have they been
doing to you?

- Horse semen.
- Wha...

Whoa. Ew!

- Did you steal that?
- Yeah.

There's a freezer full of it
at Langford Stud.

I bet ya it will all test
positive to Lord Flyte.

Yeah. I'm not touching that.

My job description
is data intelligence.

Well, you're no fun.

There's at least 40 of these
in the freezer.

That's $6 million worth.

- Wait. Horse semen fraud?
- Horse semen fraud.

And if Todd found out

and threatened to
go to the police.

That'll be reason to kill him.

Now, you remember that headset
that Rebecca was wearing?

Yeah, I already hacked it

because that
is in my job description.

Good, girl.

Kahu,
I checked again.

There's definitely one missing.

Maybe it's fallen down
the side of the freezer.

Just try to stay calm--
Stay calm?

I have a freezer full
of illegal semen.

One more season
like we agreed.

Then we put him out
to pasture and retire

on a cash mattress in Bali.

The Maldives?
You said the Maldives.

Sure, babe.

As long as there's a jet ski

and you're with me.

You know,
if that stallion had your

staying power,
we wouldn't need to do this.

They're totally trading semen.

In so many ways.

Wait do you think
Todd was involved

in the artificial insemination?

That's what
I'm gonna find out.

Kahu Langford having
an affair with Rebecca?

Oh, yeah,
that's totally on form.

Their family are
a bunch of users.

Well, except for Mae.

You're kidding.

She's the worst.

Well, what about
the rescue farm?

Well, it's a money pit.

She's just been ploughing away

through the trust fund.

Wait, so she's protesting
horse racing

and siphoning a living off
the estate at the same time?

Classic trust fund kid.

Old man Langford
would be furious

with how Kahu and Mae
have turned out.

I mean, he was the total prick
but hell of a horseman.

And Kahu's not.

No, no. He's a poser.

It must drive Murray up the wall
working with him.

So why does he?

He's Pita Langford's
best mate since school.

Power behind the throne,
he's just always been there.

- Mm.
- Mm.

So did Todd get on with Kahu?

I mean, would Kahu
let Todd in on it

if he was bending the rules
with Lord Flyte.

Bending the rules? How?

Let's just say he may have been
having some performance issues.

That's not a problem
I've ever experienced.

Mazel tov.

Wait, are you saying that,

that Kahu and Rebecca
are up to something.

Something else, you mean?
Yeah. Maybe.

But would they have let
Todd in on it?

No. No. No, no.

Todd was straight as an arrow. Yeah.

I mean, if anyone was doing something

that they shouldn't be,
they wouldn't tell Toddy.

Now, great chat, but why don't
we continue this talk...

back at my place?

So did you sleep over or not?

Could you drive any slower?

You're avoiding the question.

There is no speed limit.
Oh, my God.

Okay, but there-there could be
a pedestrian that walks out.

I don't wanna get charged
for accidentally hitting one.

Please, Park. Please just stop.
Oh, thank you.

Well, that's three hours
of my life I'll never get back.

I like to drive
to the speed limit.

Something you might
like to consider, okay?

Listen, I reckon
we've got five minutes

before they throw us out.

That's five minutes
for you to see

what you can
find in Todd's cottage.

Um, you wanna synchronize
watches?

Easy, James Bond.

Just meet me back here.

Ah, you're not supposed
to be in here.

Oh, just relax, Rebecca.

I've already taken a look in
your jizz fridge.

Now, that's a lot of
penis colada you got in there.

You need to leave now.

Now, I am here
to do you a favour.

Because when word gets out
that Langford Star has been

using artificial insemination
to cover their mares,

well, it's gonna be you
that get struck off, not Kahu.

It's-it's still
Lord Flyte sperm, okay?

It's not like
we're cheating anyone.

Did Kahu convince you of that?

Rebecca, he's playing you.

No, he's not. Okay?
Actually, we're engaged.

Dang he's good.

It wasn't
supposed to be forever.

Just one last season.

And Todd knew about it?

No, he was never involved.

But he found out
and was blackmailing you.

What? No.

You're running
a multimillion dollar scam here

and a guy shows up dead.
It's hardly a big leap, is it?

Todd did not know about the AI.

But there was something else
with him and Murray.

I saw them
at the stables.

I-I don't know
what the conversation was about,

but it was the week
before Todd died.

Hi.

I was just looking for
the bathroom.

Hey.

I'm getting sick
and bloody tired

of seeing you two
off the property.

We've answered
all your questions!

Actually, there was
just one more.

What was that conversation
you had with Todd?

The one right before
he turned up dead.

You get in your car now
and get the hell out of it.

Okay. Busy man. I get it.

I'll be in touch.

- Nothing yet?
- Mm.

It's been synched
with his phone.

So we've seen
most of it already.

So nothing on that note
in his calendar?

No.
Kia ora.

Oh, Harry.

Now, before you start,

that man practically
manhandled Beth.

I could have taken him, though.

I just came by to see
how it was going.

Oh, Murray didn't
make a complaint?

No. Should he have?

I might have got caught
going through Todd's cottage.

But Murray never came to you?

No, he did not.

Well, that means that
Murray is not the sort of bloke

who goes to the cops
to solve a problem.

Okay, keep searching.

I've gotta find out
who Todd was meeting

on the day he died.

Kia ora, Mae. Hi.

Oh, kia ora.

- So, non-police.
- Yeah.

I've just got a couple
more questions.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I got a couple of horses
that need some exercise.

No such thing as a free lunch.

I mean, I know my brother's
a piece of work,

but illegal artificial insemination.

Yeah, well, I think Lord, Lord...

Well, I think
they just wanted to get

one more season out of them.

That's what she said.

The end of the road.

Is that the Langford stud
over there?

It seems so much further
when we drove.

Yeah. This land used to be
part of the main farm.

When dad died,
Kahu and I got half each,

the properties
back onto each other.

I can take you
down to the beach

if you wanna
ride again some time.

The salt water's so good
for their legs.

It's just worth coming up here
for the view.

Wow.

Oh.

Still here.

Doesn't that boyfriend you say
exist ever miss you?

Absence makes the heart
grow fonder, Alexa.

Maybe you and Maddison
should remember that

next time you're feeling down.

So check this out.

I've been making my way
through Todd's laptop,

and I found some pics
that weren't on his phone.

There are hundreds of photos

of the Langford's on here.
It's like...

Todd was obsessed
with the Langfords.

Mm-hmm.

- Gidday.
- Alexa Crowe.

You're trespassing.

Did you know that Todd Nicholson

was obsessed with your family?

I mean, seriously, his computer

was like the Langford
family album.

Well, look, a lot of people
are obsessed with us.

They see the glamour, the money.

Nobody actually
sees the hard work.

Except Todd saw the hard work,
didn't he?

And plenty of it.

See, you're an outsider.
You don't get it.

End of the day,
he was an employee.

I don't know
why he had our photo or photos.

It's a little bit creepy.

- Yeah.
- Hey, where are you?

I found something
on Todd's laptop you wanna see.

So Todd thought he was a
Langford and he took a DNA test.

Uh-huh. A few weeks before
he died.

So Pita Langford's DNA
is in here.

He was all clear on
the Alzheimer's and Parkinson's.

So we know he died
in sound mind,

but he was a level two positive
for celiac disease,

which, you know, it's not
life threatening, but...

Well, he sure does
look like Pita.

Wait.

Um...

It was negative on the DNA.

Todd wasn't a Langford
after all.

What the bloody
hell's so important

you couldn't tell me
over the phone?

Are you hangry?
I'm hungry.

I thought I'd wait for you.

Oh, uh, Murray.
This is Ruben.

Hey, mate.
What can I get you?

I think we'll take that
sourdough platter, please.

No, I-I'm not hungry.

Oh, come on, Murray.

I made the bread myself.
Be rude not to try it.

She's pretty pushy when it comes
to her sourdough, mate.

Yeah.

Look, can we stop faffing around
or should I go?

No, we'll take that platter.
Thank you.

Okay.

So Todd took a DNA test.

He thought Pita Langford
was his father.

Let me spell it out for you.

Kid grows up without a dad,

becomes obsessed with the bloke
just because he's nice to him.

And then that kid came to you.

Todd wanted answers,
so I said, let's get them.

How did you test Pita's DNA?

He'd been gone for a few years.

Pita's riding helmet still takes
pride of place in his study.

Found a hair.

Gosh.

Amazing what they can do
these days.

And voila.

Superb.

Now, this, Murray,

is my very famous harvest.

Sourdough, try some.

- I said. No, thanks.
- You sure, mate?

People come from all over
Auckland for her bread.

No, no, I get it.
You-you don't like bread.

And I don't like it
when people waste my time.

The DNA test was negative.

The Todd's little fantasy
was just that.

Fantasy.

Guess he won't be helping you
with your inquiries.

Actually, he just did.

- Hey.
- Hi.

You come back for another ride?

No, actually, it's about Todd.

Did you know that
he took a DNA test?

He thought your father
was his father.

He thought he was a Langford.

Oh, don't worry.
The test came back negative.

Wow.

Poor Todd.

I never knew
he was going through that.

Yeah, well, he does look
quite a lot like Pita.

Are you saying all
Maori's look the same?

No, just Todd and Pita.

So he never mentioned to you

that he thought
he was your brother?

Well, it's been so long
since I saw him.

I mean, when we were young,
we hung out, but...

Maybe that's where it came from.

He grew up with us, you know?

It was just him and his mum.
It was kind of sad.

Well, I guess it's only natural
to wish you had a family.

Be careful what you wish for.

With a family like mine.

What was your father like?

Honestly.

Hard to love.

And the health issues.

He dealt with those
his whole life.

My dad was bullet proof.

Constitution of an ox
right up until the end.

No special diet or anything?

Not unless you count a bottle of

Beaujolais daily as special.

Who let you in?

Oh, don't,
let's shoot the housekeeper.

She's not to know
that I'm on your no fly list.

Todd Nicholson
was Pita Langford's son.

But you used your DNA
to fail the test.

What a sack of horse shit.

Bear with.

Twenty-five years ago,
Pita Langford jumped the fence

inside an illegitimate cult.

And I hear this kid
is in your office asking

you to help him
become part of the family.

I mean, poor Todd he really
thought you would understand.

But he didn't know
that even after Pita's death,

you'd still be
guarding the legacy.

That's just a whole lot
of hoo-haa?

W-w-what proof have you got?

The DNA test,

one that Todd took
three weeks before he died.

Now the two samples are
not a match, but you know that.

This is where
it gets interesting.

If you drill down on this DNA,

Pita Langford had
acute chronic celiac disease.

Now, I'm guessing.

That the pasta they're sharing

in this photo
is not gluten free.

Murray.

I do wish you'd
try my sourdough.

Prove me wrong.

Go on.

Not worth the debilitating pain,

the cramps.

I-I don't know
why that boy wanted a DNA test.

You could tell
just by looking at him.

He was the spitting
image of Pita.

All he wanted was a family.

Why couldn't
you let him have that?

Be-because it wasn't
what Pita wanted.

It's my job to protect
the future of the stud.

So you denied him
his birth right.

Listen.

If he'd been a proper Langford,

I would have had
Todd running this place.

Better than the other
useless sponging idiot.

Langford's stud suffered

a big loss when Todd died.

Big loss.

Not a proper, Langford.

Rich people are so messed up.

I'm having a bit of
deja vu here, actually.

This photo on Todd's computer

looks just like one that I took
on my phone the other day.

Well, how'd you get
the same one?

There. Okay, see, I took this
on Mae's farm, and so did Todd.

But according to Mae,
she hasn't seen him for years.

So this one was taken...

Oh, wow.

She saw him
two days before he died.

Hello. Anybody home?

Arlo was just...

No need to explain, madam.

It's right here on the schedule.

And besides, it's kind of

a Langford family tradition, right?

To get up close and personal
with the staff.

Like your dad did get his PA
well and truly pregnant, right?

Come on. You knew that Todd was
your half-brother.

Todd was not my half-brother.

And you lied about
not having seen him for years.

I mean, he was here at the farm
right before he died.

Who do you think you are?

Coming in here making vulgar
claims about my late father.

What is this? Is this some
kind of an attempt at extortion?

Mm.

You know what? Todd also had
noted in his phone?

An appointment for
00 p.m. on the day he died.

Where were you?

Riding on the beach.

I took one of the horses out
for some exercise.

Any witnesses can verify this?

Is this an official
police interview?

No, don't be silly.
It's just me asking politely.

I rode all the way
to the lifeguard tower.

The junior squad
was training, so yeah,

there were quite a
few witnesses.

She in trouble?

You're kind of a walking cliche.
You know that, don't you?

Well, my work sometimes
comes with some added bonuses.

Is that what Mae is?

What would I have been?

Very satisfied.

45 Junior Squad
finishes training.

The coroner puts Todd's time
of death at 2:00 p.m.

So it's impossible.

By the time Mae had ridden home
from the beach and then driven

to the stud farm, that would
have taken at least an hour.

And besides,
I've already checked

all of the security footage
for that day.

Nobody came in.

Zoom out on that image.

So there's Mae's Farm and
there's the Langford Stables.

And there's the surf tower.

Draw me a line
as the crow flies.

But there's no road.
It's just rough terrain.

What's the distance?

From the tower to
the stud farm stables?

Um, a little over five K.

I think it's time
we synchronize our watches.

Yes!

Hello.

I'm sorry.
Where is this?

I didn't quite get the details.

Yeah. This horse,
it's been mistreated.

Right. So, so this horse
doesn't like the other horses?

Well, he likes Merryleg's,
but not Ginger.

No, no, she bites.

Hyah!

So the horse galloped
to go fetch the doctor,

but the stupid, stable boy

gave it cold water
and it nearly died.

Are you telling me
the plot to Black Beauty?

I'm sorry.
I've got to go.

One of your horses
is missing, right?

You'll find her
at the Langford stud.

Yah!

Yah!

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Come on, boy. Yah!

Good boy.

Yes!

What the hell? What now?

Oh, relax, Muzza.

I can clear this
whole thing up for you.

Hey. What are you doing
with my horse?

You tell me.
Wasn't one of my loose boxes.

It's not yours,
you puffed up, poser.

You get this feral animal
off my property.

- And the horse.
- Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

Chill out, kids.
It was me.

I just had to take it
for a test drive.

Oh, you're in cahoots with her.

You told her to steal my horse?

I don't want your horse.

And you need to leave.
Murray, get her out.

Oh, relax, Kahu.

I'm not here to give you grief
about your turkey baster caper,

considering breeding
is your game.

It's kind of funny
that you never noticed

the similarities between
Todd and your father.

I mean, Todd did.

Couldn't stop thinking about it,
so I decided to find out.

Please, can you help me out
with this test?

And then you did what you
always do. Didn't your, Muzza?

He closed ranks
to protect his old mate.

He told Todd
that he could use a hair

from the old man's helmet
as a DNA sample.

Except he didn't.

He faked the test to ensure
it wouldn't be a match.

Todd is our brother?
That's insane.

Half-brother.

Well, I didn't think
Pita would have wanted...

I-I thought I'd put an end
to the matter.

Yeah, but Todd couldn't
let it go, could he?

I mean, there had to be
some mistake.

So he came to you, Mae.

You took him riding
like we did that day

to the same beautiful view.

And when he said
he thought he was your brother,

all you could think was another
heir to cannibalize your wealth.

You acted thrilled.

And when he suggested
the two of you

take a DNA test
to prove your siblings,

you could hardly say no.

A quick cheek swab this time.

You'd both take a sample
and then meet at the stables

and give yours to Todd so
he could send them off together.

You took the DNA test?
What it say?

No, she didn't
take the DNA test.

When she met Todd
at the stables that day

she had another plan in mind.

You already know that
I couldn't have been there

because I was
riding on the beach.

Oh, I know. At 1:45, yes.

Because you knew
there'd be witnesses

who could place you there.

And it's impossible
to drive from your farm

to the stud to make
a 2:00 p.m. meeting. Right?

But as the crow flies
on horseback, you can ride it.

I know,
because I just did it myself.

Twelve minutes, 25 seconds.

I mean, not bad,
but you did it faster.

And there's another advantage
to coming in on horseback.

You can evade
all the security cameras.

Nobody would see you arrive.

You slipped in
without anyone knowing.

You took him by surprise.
Struck him hard.

Then you took Lord Flyte
out of his usual box.

You put him in with Todd.

Wouldn't have been easy to get
a terrified stallion

to go near a dead body.

But I've seen you handle
difficult horses, Mae.

You've got the skills.

You got blood traces
on the horse's hooves.

Then you locked him in the box
with Todd.

Wait, wait, wait,
hang on. This is crazy.

Lord Flyte killed Todd.
It was an accident.

Did Lord Flyte also hang up
his own halter afterwards?

The blood on the halter.
How did it get there?

The only way is
if the killer had hung it up

after the murder without
noticing the blood.

And what am I supposed to have?
Grown hooves.

What did I kill him with?

Yeah, I was really
confused about that too

until I saw Arlo in your office.

On your whiteboard
you've got the farrier booked

for the same time every week.

That was the same day
Todd was killed.

Fling the murder weapon
into the forge

while Arlo's getting dressed.

By the time you're done,
all that's left

is a pool of melted metal.

The only thing I couldn't
figure out was why.

I mean, you're a rebel, right?

You're an activist.
Money means nothing to you.

This greedy cow's
had her hand out since dad died.

You've got half the farm
and you wanted more.

That's why we fell out.

Oh, and you would have been fine

with Todd being a Langford?

He had some grand ideas.

He wanted to bring new blood
into the stud.

Just when you wanted to
retire Lord Flyte and cash up.

Neither of us wanted that.

Oh, my God.

If Lord Flyte had retired,
I would have got more land.

I could have expanded
the rescue operation.

I was thinking of the horses.

Thinking of the money.
More like it.

Wait. You're not gonna
stand up for your sister?

Yes. I told you
I'd clear your name.

Yeah. I mean, I used to fight
with my brothers all the time.

Same, but I've never seen
anything like those two.

I actually phoned my
sister this morning

and apologized
for biting her.

You bit your sister?

Yeah, when I was six years old.

But I don't wanna end up
like the Langford's.

Sibling relationships
are a special thing.

So what about you, Alexa?
Any brothers or sisters?

- Oh, no.
- Oh, no.

Alexa definitely
gives a big only child energy.

I'm just going to say it again.

This rustic sourdough
is amazing.

Mm.