All language subtitles for A Remarkable Place to Die 2024 S01E01 Over the Edge 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

(THE DEAD SOUTH'S
'IN HELL I'LL BE IN GOOD COMPANY')

(VOCALIST WHISTLES MELODY)

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

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

the mountains you can see are
the remarkable Remarkables.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(SONG CONTINUES)

- # Dead love couldn't go
no further.

♪ Proud of and disgusted by her.

♪ Push, shove,
a little bruised and battered.

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

♪ My life's a bit more colder.

♪ Dead wife is what I told her.

♪ Brass knife sinks
into my shoulder.

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

(CRASHING, GLASS SHATTERS)

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

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

♪ knocks me on my knees.

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

♪ hang me on a tree.

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

(METAL CRASHES, CRUNCHES)

♪ Dead love couldn't go no further.

♪ Proud of and disgusted by her.

♪ Push, shove, a little
bruised and battered.

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

♪ My life's a bit more colder.

♪ Dead wife is what I told her.

♪ Brass knife sinks
into my shoulder.

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

- Hi, Mum.

(CRASH!)

I got an earlier flight.

- Yes, well, I― I was gonna come
and pick you up. (CHUCKLES)

- Oh, it's fine.

- Uh, is that everything?

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

- Ah. To here?

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

I just thought you might
want the lodge.

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

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

(LOW, TENSE MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT RT CHATTER)

- We got someone.

- Roger that.

(TENSE, EERIE MUSIC)

Oh no.

(SOFT, SOLEMN MUSIC)

- (PLAYS MELODY)

- (PLAYS CHEERFUL TUNE)

(BOTH PLAY CHEERFUL TUNE)

- (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHTER ECHOES)

Please don't do that, Anais.

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

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

- You can just move it.

- It makes me sad anyway.

- Yeah.

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

(RADIO BEEPS)

(INDISTINCT RT CHATTER)

- No wallet, no ID. Nothing.

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

We won't get a proper look
until they... (CLEARS THROAT)

they un... un-crunch it.

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

We'll be choppering
this poor kid out.

- It's a nice car,

what's left of it.

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

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

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

(CHEERFUL PIANO TUNE
ECHOES DISTANTLY)

(SOFT, REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

(LAUGHTER ECHOES)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

- Hi.

Yeah, no, I arrived this morning.

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

Yeah.

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

Yeah.

Oh, no, great.

All right, bye.

Sorry.

- No. No need to apologise.

Are you going out?

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

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

- Yum.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(MELLOW, ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC)

- (KNOCKS AT DOOR)

- Simon.
- Boss.

Uh, the fatality at
Skipper's Canyon.

- How many is it this year?
- Three.

- (SIGHS)
- Yeah.

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

- Sebastian Van Heusen's?

Brilliant (!)

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

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

Uh, no ID on the driver.

Tempting to assume he's the thief.

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

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

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

- Kids will be delighted.

(SOFT, BROODING MUSIC)

- HOANA: You OK?

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

(CLEARS THROAT) No worries, though.
I'm― I'm sweet as.

- First tupapaku?

- Yeah, on the job. Yeah.

Few tangis and that, but...

it was on a whole nother level, eh?

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

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

- (PUFFS) You've seen a few,
I guess?

- Not many.

A few.

Hey, took me a minute.

- SOFTLY: Yeah, copy that.

(WARM, UPBEAT MUSIC)

(FOG HORN BLOWS)

(APPLAUSE)

(INDISTINCT HUBBUB)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Oh, sorry.
- Oh, sorry.

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

- Yeah. Hi!
(BOTH LAUGH BREATHLESSLY)

Yeah, here I am. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah― How are you?
- Good. Yeah.

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

I'm back.

- Oh, that's― that's great.
- Yeah.

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

Catching up on the list.

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

Yeah, he's― he's fine.

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

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

- Oh.
- Yeah, it's been open

about 18 months.
- Wow. Congratulations.

I have to join up ―
get some abs happening.

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

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

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

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

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

- Sydney.

- Bye, Marijke.
How was your workout?

- Fine. Excellent, thanks.

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

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

- Yeah.
- Yeah, great.

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

- OK. Bye.
- Bye.

QUIETLY: Fuck.

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

He's on his way to the morgue.

Maybe Dr Cooper will find
a useful tattoo or something.

Figure out who he is.

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

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

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

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

- Simon will brief you
on his other inquiry.

You can take over
the legwork on that.

- Yep. Sure, Detective.

No probs.

- Hi there.

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

Constable Renner, Senior Constable
Rata, Detective Delaney,

this is Detective Sergeant Mallory.
- Hi.

So, Inspector.
- (CHUCKLES)

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

You can take the girl
out of Queenstown...

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

- And how is it being the big boss?

- Still getting used to it,
to be honest.

But hey, they're a good crew.

Hoana Rata ―
she's sharp, experienced.

She just made sergeant.
Gets her stripes soon.

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

But Simon ― Simon can be
a bit territorial.

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

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

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

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

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

- Now, I kept tabs as well.

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

homicide, specialising.

So, what did bring you back here?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- If he is one.

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

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

- Simon.

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

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

Thanks, boss.

- What?

- Mallory.

Her sister was one of those

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

- QUIETLY: Fuck.

(MELANCHOLIC, REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

- Hey, babe.
- Oh.

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

- You will never guess
who I just ran into.

- Oh, not with your car, I hope.

- Anais.

- Right. Well, that would have been
interesting, I imagine. (CHUCKLES)

Veronica didn't say anything
about a visit.

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

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

OK, well...

- Thank you.

(SOFT ACOUSTIC GUITAR MUSIC)

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

Your sister used to do
all the cooking.

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

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

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

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

(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)

- With wine?
- Helps me relax, darling.

So, how was work?

- Yeah, good. Met the new guys.

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

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

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

It's what I do, Mum.

- Yes, I know.

Well, the family business
is still going

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

Charles would be delighted.

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

- Mm.

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

- Oh, yeah. I love the Jeep.

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

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

- LAUGHS: So many.

(WARM MUSIC)

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

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

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

- Yeah, yeah.

All right, let's take a look.

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

Uh, good musculature,
fit, a solid tan.

Head and facial trauma
and what looks like

multiple fractures... everywhere.

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

Latino, maybe?

Legs, please.

(SHEET RUSTLES)

Hmm.

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

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

They got to the site
in just under an hour.

- Right.

Right. That is interesting.
Very, very interesting.

(RUNNING WATER SPLASHES)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Oh.

Come in, Delaney. Boy, I, uh,

have an unusual one for you
this morning, Detective.

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

(RUNNING WATER STOPS)

Clearly, you are not
Detective Delaney. (CHUCKLES)

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

I am Detective Sergeant
Anais Mallory.

- Anais?
- Ihaka.

- Anais. Oh my God.

How are you?
- Good. How are you?

You're a pathologist now.

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

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

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

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

- Hi.

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

- Yeah.
- OK.

Thank you, Anjali.

Hey, this is amazing. (LAUGHS)
- (LAUGHS)

- Yeah, it must be like, uh... Like―

- Four years, I think.
- Four?

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

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

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

Wow, you're
a detective sergeant now.

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

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

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

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

- Really? I thought
it was a traffic accident.

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

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

independent areas,
fresh decomposition, early stages.

It's, um...

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

- Yeah.

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

(DARK, EERIE TONE RISES, FADES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

OK. Scalpel, please.

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

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

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

- I have already come to
some determinations, actually.

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

- Some pretty suspicious
circumstances

and maybe a homicide.

JARROD: Right. Great.

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

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

- OK. Thank you.
- Thanks.

- Eyes right, Jarrod? Coffee?

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

Not getting very far, are we?
- Mm.

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

- Yeah. If it is a guy.

- Point. Point.

- Guess no one wants to
talk much, huh?

- Nah, not really.

Well, actually, she did.

So hot.

Right, um, yeah.

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

Yeah. Could be anyone, though.

She didn't exactly provide
a lot of detail.

- But you gotherdetails, yes?

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

- So what's the next step?

What moped? What friend?
What happened?

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

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

See if she can remember a bit more.

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

- OK, OK. Um...

Oh.

Yeah, yeah. Come on. Come on.

- Extra desk. Bit tight.

- Mallory needs a workspace.
- In my office?

- Technically, it's her office.

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

So be grateful
and stop your whinging.

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

- Oh, Interpol. Wow. Flash.

- Prints from our unknown.

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

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

They've all been ripped out.

- Like someone wanted
to make it hard.

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

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

Maybe our kid's not just a car thief.

- Very clever, Detective Sergeant.

- Delaney!

- I'll go.

(PAPERS THWAP)

I'll have one of those, thanks.

- Help yourself. It's shit.

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

- Sorry?

- The attitude.

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

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

if you need the space
for all your homicides.

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

Look... (SIGHS) I know
I'll be working on other things

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

why don't we just both
call ourselves homicide?

- Sure, yeah.

- Great.
- Cool.

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

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

- So we come back to the car?

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

Our guy could have boosted it
before he got killed,

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

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

- (LAUGHS) Yeah.
I've tried complaining.

- Well, um, try harder.

Yeah?

- Gotcha.

(JAUNTY MUSIC)

(WOMAN VOCALISES, MUSIC CONTINUES)

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

- Hey, Maja.
- Hi.

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

What are you―?
- Professional visit.

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

- Sure.

Can I help you?
- I hope so.

Um, I am Detective Mallory.

I was hoping to talk to
Mr Van Heusen.

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

You couldn't have just called?

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

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

- You want a water? Coffee?

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

- I might have one.

Well,

he's lucky he's dead.

Would have killed him myself
if I caught him.

Have you seen my car?
(SCOFFS) Total wreck.

- You reported it stolen yesterday?

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

I told your mate, uh, Delaney.

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

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

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

so we decided to walk home.

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

- What business was that?

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

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

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

- No. It's a manual.

Was.

I mean, I like them.

But Marijke only drives
her coupe, an automatic.

I think I told old mate that
as well.

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

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

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

- Three days.

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

- Nope.

- Young man, 20s...

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

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

- Maybe he already did pay.

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

We might need to talk again.

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

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

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

Nice wristbands, by the way.

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

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

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

that's new, yeah?

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

- What gym woman?

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

- Maja? Luke Staunton
owns Amoretti's?

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

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

- Yeah, I know him.

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

- It's not a problem.

- OK.

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

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

(SIGHS)

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

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

- Anais, you just lost your dad.

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

I get that.

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

and― and you never answer them.

(GENTLE ACOUSTIC GUITAR MUSIC)

It's like...

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

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

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

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

(RING CLINKS)

- (CHUCKLES QUIETLY)

(RING SPLASHES, CLINKS)

(KEYS JINGLE)

(ENGINE STARTS)

- Oh. My day just keeps
getting better (!)

Hi, Mum.

- Oh, darling, this is a surprise.

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

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

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

You wait tables now?

- Oh, only for my
favourite customer.

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

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

- (CHUCKLES)
- She just likes my company.

- Oh, well.

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

(UNEASY MUSIC)

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

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

- They didn't call to let you know?

- No, but they were
already regulars,

so they wouldn't have been worried.

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

- No, I didn't. I mean,

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

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

- Don't see any cameras.

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

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

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

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

or it could have been stolen earlier.

What about your staff?
Did they notice anything?

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

nobody could help.

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

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

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

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

sitting here, and no one
noticed it going missing.

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

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

- Right.

Thanks for your time.

- Anais?

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

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

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

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

- It really is good to see you.

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

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

dinner or something.

- Yeah.

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

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

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

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

He seems to be a cleanskin.

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

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

- And, hey ― red sneakers.

We talked to a girl.
- Melissa Jhou.

Her boyfriend's moped
was stolen by someone

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

- When was it stolen?

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

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

Yeah, 50cc. (CHUCKLES)
Like... (MIMICS JUDDERING)

Like a sewing machine with...
with wheels.

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

businesses in the area. And meantime,

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

see if anyone recognises the clothes
the victim was wearing.

- We wanna show these
around the community.

We're focusing on
cheap accommodation,

back doors of businesses.

- Ihaka, Dr Cooper, said

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

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

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

(LIGHT, CURIOUS MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

I'm Detective Mallory...

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Hey, um, excuse me...

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(MUSIC SOFTENS)

(SOFT, BROODING ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

- Hi, Ihaka. How are you?

Not, um, busy, I hope.

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

- Slow.

Still no victim ID.

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

something that might help,
if I'm right.

- Mm-hm.
- Uh, there's a couple of

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

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

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

- OK. If I'm right.

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

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

Maybe we could―
(PHONE LINE BEEPS)

- What's cooking?

Ovens? Bakeries? Takeaways?

(LIGHT, CURIOUS MUSIC)

- Kia ora, team. Hey, sorry.

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

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

- No, sorry. No idea.

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

They are. Some creep
took them at the hostel.

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

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

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

Some great parties there, eh?
- Hm.

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

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

- No worries.

- (SPEAKS SPANISH)

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

- I don't wanna get involved.

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

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

I think.

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

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

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

- Can I see your hands, please?

Knuckles.

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

Some arsehole was being
really gross to Sofia.

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

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

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

Except for Beppos, with me, now.

This pie is unreal.
- Yeah?

- Mm.
- Right, bro, you're with me.

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

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

- He didn't register
with his passport?

- (SCOFFS) Well, if he did, then
he wouldn't have been able to split

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

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

- Dead?

Goodness, that's no good.

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

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

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

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

- Yeah. No, that― that's right.

She... She probably
took off after him.

Although they'd been fighting
like cat and dog.

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

Raffa had been working some days
at the pie cart.

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

- His girl is Chacha.

There's a photo

from a party about a week ago...

here.

That's them.

(SOFT, INTRIGUING MUSIC)

- Yeah, lots of wild parties here.

(LATIN PARTY MUSIC PLAYS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

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

Now we can start chasing
entry details from INZ,

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

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

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

I've been trying to get them fixed.

Queenstown.

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

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

- QUIETLY: Cheers.
- See ya.

(SUBDUED MUSIC)

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

Our next job ― Chacha.

(SUBDUED MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PLANTS RUSTLE SOFTLY)

You're out there somewhere.

(LOW, TENSE MUSIC)

(KEYBOARD CLACKS)

(MOUSE CLICKS REPEATEDLY)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES, FADES)

Hey.
- Dinner's in the warming drawer.

- Thanks. Sorry I've been absent.

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

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

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

Or if not, could you at least call?

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

I can organise my meals.

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

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

- Fine.

(MELANCHOLIC ACOUSTIC GUITAR MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

- (SIGHS)

(MUSIC FADES)

(SOFT, INTRIGUING MUSIC)

What happened to you two?

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

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

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

- My focus tends to be
on the customers inside.

- She probably took off after him,

although they'd been fighting
like cat and dog.

- And do you remember
what they were fighting about?

- No. No idea.

- Listen, Sofia,

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

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

- (SPEAKS SPANISH)

- OK. OK.

They were fighting
about money, I guess.

- Dinheiro e sujo.
- Dinheiro nao e sujo.

- Mas nao assim.

- But that's not all of it.

- Que isso?

- Simon, can you give us a minute?

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

- George...

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

- We―we―we―we paid you.

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

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

- Some of them go with it,

other ways of paying for their stay.

- Gracias.

- What bull crap. Who said that?

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

- 'Course I'm bloody denying it!

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

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

- Because...

she's gone, you said.

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

They're backpackers.

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

Without coercion.

That's not a crime.

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

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

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

- His name was Da Costa. Raffael.

- Fine.

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

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

and get their bodies sculpted
at Oasis Club?

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

Give them a call.

- You speak Spanish?
- Full of surprises.

Well, George Sterling's
hiding something.

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

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

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

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

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

- Well, unless he got interrupted.

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

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

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

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

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

sitting in the car park
or going missing.

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

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

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

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

- So, uh, where to now?

- We need a warrant for Beppos' CCTV.

Anything back from the wreck?
- No.

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

Gather missing panels.
(SCOFFS) Total mess.

- (SIGHS) It's also key, boss.

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

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

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

Skipper's Canyon.

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

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

You can drive.

- Boss.

(BROODING MUSIC)

- Still nothing from uniforms
on Chacha.

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

- Yeah.

Even out here.
- Even out here.

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

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

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

(SIGHS)

- Beautiful, isn't it?

- Yeah, it is.

- And dangerous.

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

Apologise.

Two apologies, really.

One for my attitude
when you arrived.

And...

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

I hadn't made the connection
to your sister.

- Thanks.

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

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

Can you...?

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

- Yeah, we'll get there.
- (SCOFFS GENTLY)

- You shouldn't be going, anyway.

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

- I don't want you to go,

OK?

I need you.

We've already lost Dad.

- It's been almost two years, Lynne.

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

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

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

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

- OK, sometimes you have
to follow your instincts,

OK? I'm...

following my instincts.

(SIGHS)

Can you please just drive
a little bit faster?

Speed is a factor.

- Sorry?

- She would never speed.

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

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

very slowly.

That's what the TAIC report says.

- Trajectory?

- Yeah, and impact points.

(SMASH!)

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

(SMASH!)

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

So,

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

- We drive a lot further.

Few K.

- Right.

So the logic, then...

the car was coming from Queenstown,

someone was driving it.

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

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

put him over the edge.

And then how do they get home?

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

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

drive them to the turnaround
and then back?

Either way...
- Jesus.

Of course, there had to be
another car.

And I doubt Sterling had
any willing accomplices.

- (SCOFFS) Coercion's probably
high on his list of skills, though.

- There's still Alejandro and Sofia,

maybe even Chacha herself.
Although it would take

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

- Mallory.

Uh-huh.

(EXHALES) Right.

Yeah. No, we'll be there.

OK.

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

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

You can forget Chacha as the suspect.

(WATER PLOPS)

- (BREATHES DEEPLY)

(SLOW, SUBDUED MUSIC)

(HANDBRAKE CRANKS)

Our missing putt-putt
sewing machine.

Some mountain bikers spotted it.

And Hoana noticed
the broken branches.

- (SIGHS)

- I found her here;

retreated via the same footprints
to preserve the scene.

- Good work.

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

We need to set up a grid.

(SLOW MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BIRD CALLS)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Doctor?

- Doctor?

- Oh, Ihaka.

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

- Whoa, you got my name right.

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

She's a keeper, this one.

- And she owes you dinner.

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

Things moved pretty quick
after we talked

and in very sad directions, hey?

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Yeah.

Oh, sorry.
- It's OK.

SOFTLY: It's all right.

- OK.

Let's do this.

- Are you good? You good to attend?

- Yeah.

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

- It's safer.

Manaaki. On all levels, you know,

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

Listening, you know?
They tell us things.

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

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- OK.

Let's see what she has to tell us.

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

(RT CHATTER)

Nothing exciting?
No tyre tracks or anything?

- Too many. Utes, bikes; all sorts.

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

Guess that moped places
Raffa Da Costa here.

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

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

- A good one.

I'm gonna have another
chat to Melissa Jhou;

see if she can give us anything new.

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

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

- JARROD: Hey, Sarge?

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

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

Por favor.
- No.

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

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

- Uh, hi there.

Can I help you?

- No―
- A'lo wants to talk to you.

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

- Sofia...

- Have you found her?

- We have, yes.

- (SIGHS) What she said? Anything?

- (SPEAKS SPANISH)

- Dios.
- No, no mames.

He tried to help Raffa.

I didn't know.

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

- I― I screwed up.

- How?

- Raffa didn't steal my sneakers,
OK?

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

- About what?

- He caught me.

Como se dice?

(SIGHS) Skimming money
at Big Sur-Pies.

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

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

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

They grab someone
with plenty of money...

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

It's called honeypotting.

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

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

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

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

- Maybe.

- There is something
going on with that prick.

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

- Is that right?

OK, you can go; thank you.

- Wait. What about
the pie cart money?

- What money?

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

- We will do. I'll make sure.

(EERIE, PURPOSEFUL MUSIC)

(FILES CLINK)

(PAPER RUSTLES)

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

- Thanks, boss.

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

- OK.

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

- HOANA: Cause of death?

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

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

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

Was the blow to the temple
that killed her.

We found tissue underneath
her fingernails ― skin;

it's been sent for DNA testing.

- Excellent.

- DNA is not a silver bullet, Simon.

If we do want to request swabs
for comparison,

our suspect list just got
a whole lot bigger than

George Sterling and Alejandro Diaz.

We need to look at every
tourist, local or transient

with a fat wallet
and an active libido.

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

It's just a theory at this point.

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

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

- Two people involved again?
- Maybe.

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

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

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

He could only tell me
it was a dark colour.

- Like the one that went
over the cliff.

- That's a reach.

- Could be an angle
worth pursuing, boss.

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

- Anything back from traffic cams?

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

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

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

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

Anything from Amoretti's on the 17th.

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

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

See if Beppos have
any other cars registered.

And find out what
Luke Staunton drives.

- The restaurant guy?

- I wanna talk to his staff again
too.

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

- Well, this time about
customers inside.

- I can do that.

- And what about our Spanish friend?
- Alejandro?

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

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

- A pretty crappy one, yeah.
Even better.

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

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

Me again.

Bad time?
- (SIGHS) Is it ever a good one?

- I need to talk
to your husband again.

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

- Oh, it's all right, Marijke.

What do you want now, Detective?

- Might be better if I answer
that question inside.

- Seb.

- Thank you.

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

- Fully hydrated, thank you.

- What's this about, Detective?

- Do you recognise this man?

- No, I don't think so.

- What about you?

- No.

Who is he?

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

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

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

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

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

Right?
So, what do you think happened?

- We believe the car
was pushed off the cliff

with Raffael inside it,
already dead.

Do you recognise this woman?

- No.
- Are you sure?

- Don't push it, Detective.

- What about you?
- No.

No idea.
- Really?

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

if you catch my meaning.

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

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

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

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

She scratched whoever killed her.

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

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

- What's that got
to do with anything?

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

Thinking about joining up.
Get some abs.

I'll let myself out.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(SMACK!)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

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

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

The, uh, the ladies
is being upgraded.

- Oh. That'll be nice for them.

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

getting your CCTV footage.

I'm also interested in
the cameras themselves.

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

but they haven't been asked
to install it.

What happened to that?

- Um...

I'm...

It's in a box somewhere.

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

(OMINOUS MUSICAL STING)

- Quiero...

quiero dos manzanas.

Quiero...

Hey,

uh, how did you go with Sterling?

- Yeah, well, got him scared.

Not interested in his
security footage;

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

How'd you go on the regos?

- Sterling drives a gold Peugeot,

and Staunton drives
a Porsche Cayenne Turbo GT.

- God, he's doing well for himself.

- I gotta ask, what was
the point of checking

what your ex-boyfriend drives.

Part of the investigation, or...?

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

Just turning over every stone.

- Right.

And the Van Heusens? How'd that go?

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

Anything from Amoretti's?

- Uh, Jarrod was on that.

Renner?

- Yeah. Um, I spoke to the waitress.

Um, she said they were arguing,

um, he'd had too much to drink.

She was annoyed;
didn't finish dessert.

- Did they leave together?

- Uh, no. His missus left first.

Just got up and left, she said.

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

- That's interesting.

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

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

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

- Polling data you requested
is nearly ready too.

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

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

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

We need it.

- (BREATHES DEEPLY)

- (GROANS)

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

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)

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

That might be seen as obstruction
of an investigation.

I'll take that bag.

(SNICKERS)

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

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

And I really shouldn't be
sharing client information.

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

they will be in uniform, inside.

So it's your call.

- OK, so, um, sweatbands?

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

His wife bought the wristbands

a couple of days after
Raffa and Chacha were killed.

- Um... hey, I― I don't get it.

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

Oh.

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

- The skin under her fingernails.

Van Heusen's a regular at the gym.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- So much for that romantic walk.

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

I sent his computer off to the techs

to see what they can get
off the hard drive.

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

Footage from that camera
he can't find.

The ceiling tiles in
the women's bathroom

had been really badly replaced.

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

and he decided to shut them up.

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

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

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

Pop him in the cells for a bit.
He'll like that (!)

- HOANA: So will I.

- Anais. Here we go.

Blink and you'll miss it.

- Raffa.

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

- Where it all went down.

- There's no read on the plate,

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

Looks like a passenger too.

- I think we just narrowed down
our suspect list.

- What are you thinking?

- I'm thinking...

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

She walks off.

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

takes her debut shot
at a honeypot scam.

Van Heusen's vain enough
to be flattered.

(PULSING MUSIC)

Maybe...

something goes wrong;
she chickens out,

somehow winds up in his car.

- Chacha!

- Raffa panics and follows them?

He probably grabbed the bike
and took off after them.

It must be how it played out,
because―

- There he is.

- DS, Polling data.

Useful, I think.

- (SIGHS)

Simon, run that footage again,
further this time.

- Bingo.

- This is bullshit.

(SCOFFS) It's pure speculation.

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

based on both forensic
and circumstantial evidence.

- What evidence?

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

- I had to check on a shipment.

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

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

- Right.

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

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

- Should have worked on your alibi.

- So what were you doing
for those two days?

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

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

- Where was the car, by the way?

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

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

- Yeah, we had a fight.

- So, you― you left and walked home?

- Mm.

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

and then he followed,
and we walked home.

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

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

- Right.

Except you didn't walk.

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

- We walked home.

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

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

Maybe we were confused.

- Were you also confused
about whether your husband

was in Lyttleton or not?

- What was it?

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

- No.

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

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

- Can I see your wrist, please?

Mr Van Heusen, we've got all day.

We know you bought those wristbands
to cover them up.

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

He was mugged.
- Mugged?

Really? You never mentioned.

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

- Uh, not quite.

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

followed by...

Raffael on his moped.

And...

right about now ―

your car, following them.

- Did you go back and get him?

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

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

- You shut up.

- She was at home,
and this is intimidation.

You know what?
I want my lawyer here now.

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

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

His name is Michael Robinson.

They are trying to put this on us.
- (SPEAKS AFRIKAANS)

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

You don't have to answer
her fucking questions.

Any lawyer will tell you that.

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

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

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

You're always shouting at me!

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

- I am pushing!
- Push! Push!

(CAR SMASHES)

(DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING)

Please...

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

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

(LAUGHTER ECHOES)

- No!

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

- (GRUNTS)
- (YELPS)

- And for what?

A kid?

SOFTLY: A child?

Sebastian!

- (WHIMPERS)

Can we just let her go?

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

- Don't.
- (SIGHS)

Baby this isn't―
- You fucking idiot!

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

- You're not protecting him.

- Fuck you! What the fuck
are you doing?

- Who are you?
- Are you fucking crazy?

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

(CRUNCH! SQUISH!)

- (GROANS)

GROWLS: Fuck!

- He's protecting you.

- No.
(CRUNCH!)

(TENSE, QUIET MUSIC)

- CHACHA: Raffa?

- She saw what I did.

To the boy.

I had no choice.

- (SOBS)

No, no! Help! (CRIES)

(THUMP!)

(GROANS)

(SOBS)

- Marijke!
(CRUNCH! SQUISH!)

- (GRUNTS)

(CHOKES)

(GRUNTS)

- No.

- (WHIMPERS)

(CRUNCH!)

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

- SOFTLY: She was
just a little girl.

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

Why not dump Raffa there too?

- Someone was coming.

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

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

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

- You clear on all this?

We'll be charging you with offences

under the Privacy Act.

Still no questions?

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

They're backpackers.

- I'll be watching you.
- Constable.

We'll see you in court.

- Dick.

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(HANDBRAKE CRANKS)

(PLANTS RUSTLE)

(ENGINE REVS)

- (BREATHES SHAKILY)

(WHIMPERS)

(SOBS FRANTICALLY)

(SCREAMS)

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

I'll find them. I promise.

(PLANTS RUSTLE)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(PLANTS RUSTLE)

(INQUISITIVE MUSIC)

(BIRDS TWEET)

Luke.

What are you doing here?

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

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

- There's clients at work.
And friends.

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

- I've done my job.

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

Not just for you,
but for those around you.

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

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

- Thanks, Luke.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

- I, uh, brought stuff for tea.

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

- I'm not hungry, Anais.

Thanks, anyway.

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

- Anais, Luke's right.

The Van Heusens
are major players here.

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

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

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

Yeah, I do know that.

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

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

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

- Yeah, of course they are.

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

in a fight might be
manslaughter instead of murder.

Yeah, but beating up a young woman

and smashing her head in
with a rock, twice?

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

claiming that was an accident
is never gonna fly.

Mum, they put a dead body in a car

and pushed it over
the cliff at Skipper's.

Mum?

Mum?

Mum...

I'm sorry.

(PURPOSEFUL MUSIC)

(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)

(HANDBRAKE CRANKS)

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

(DOOR CLUNKS OPEN)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(CLICK!)

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(SIGHS)

(WINE TRICKLES)

(SIGHS)

OK, Lynne.

SOFTLY: What happened?

(FIRE CRACKLES)

(COUGHS)

(FIRE SIZZLES OUT)

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

What the fuck?

(INTRIGUING COUNTRY MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)