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What is it?What's the matter?

Someone must be missing you, mate.

We could round up the local cray

fisherman, see who sticks their hand up.

Yeah, or not, as the case may be. Check

out the local doctor's an accident and

emergency. If it is a diving accident,

the owner should have presented the

treatment somewhere. If they're still

alive. Looks like the rope's been

cut. Yeah, it must be a kilopod.

Because?no one else around here has that

many pots. The Keeley family have been

cray catchers for generations. Yeah, then

their dad died five years back in a

boating accident. Fuel leak, boat

blew up, he got toasted. There's the

devil. It's what everyone called him.

Old man Dez. There's the devil, scary

guy. Somewhere to start. Plus,

that number. It's the devil's number.

Coincidence, I'm sure. Is it?Mark

Healey and the two sons, Tommy and Liam,

and daughter Liza, gradually hoovered up

all the local quota. What does that have

to do with the devil?Oh, they're very

protective of their patch. So is the

devil. Okay.

Very. Okay, got it. Just so you know.

Yeah, thanks. Plus, when I found that

hand, he pointed at me like old deer's

pointing at me. Yeah, if he died

five years ago, that won't be his hand.

It could be a sign, though.

I thought I should hand it over.

So how was it served, cut, sewn or

chopped?What with?What made the puncture

in the palm?How long has it been in the

water?Well, that'll be good.

Sorry, I get it now. You said... Hand it

over. This is English humour. Yeah,

sorry. I need to know whether

the man or woman it was removed from was

alive or dead at the time. Men.

Hair on the back of the fingers. The size

also. but what about your theory around

Russian women's hands being big and hairy?

I say they could be big. I never said

hairy. Fair point. Do I

have hairy hands?No. You

shouldn't make assumptions, Mike. Well,

it was part of the job. Next, you'll be

assuming that I'm Russian. You're not

Russian. Why do you ask this?

Perhaps it was Russian humour.

Hey, no record of anyone reporting

that kind of injury over the last three

weeks. If it was a diver,

maybe he shot himself with his own spear

gun, pinned himself and had to cut off

his own hand like the guy in the desert.

Missed that movie. True story. A bleeding

diver, shark bait. Might be lucky to find

anything. Well, either way, someone's

missing a hand or someone's missing a

father, son, husband, diving

companion. Yeah, but if so, why no

missing person report?

I guess we should start with the owner of

that craypot. You all

right with that?Yeah, I'm good.

Senior, complaint. Turn

around. All yours.

Can I help you?

Does, uh, Ma have a name?

What the hell do you want?

Mrs. Kelly might be best.

Mrs. Kelly.

This is DSS Shepherd. I'm Detective

Simms. Here to ID you one of your

craypots, actually. Takes 2 days to show

me a cray pot.

You're right, Mrs. Keeley, that's just

part of it. Well, it's a Keeley

pot. What's it to you?I thought we

were hoping that we could ask you some

questions. Returning cray pots is

about all you're good for. Where were you

when my dares got done?You're referring

to your husband's boating accident?Oh,

accident?Christ, is that what you lost?

Still think?I wasn't in Brokenwood at the

time. No. I don't remember you.

Or you. Is that useless Gary McLeod?

Well, we understand that the coroner's

report found it to be an essay. Was he

there?Did he actually see it?

No, but the coroner's job is to activate.

Where did you find a pot?

Brokenwood Beach. What was it doing there?

We were hoping that you could tell us. If

you've got questions, talk to Tommy and

Eliza. In the meantime, you can give me

back my pot and ****** off. McMillan and

I were just standing there. McMillan?Yes,

that's my dog. We were just

standing there, and suddenly it was upon

us. Whoosh! Never heard a thing.

One of those hybrid electrical things,

you think?No engine noise at all.

I'm sorry?

What sort of car?Ah,

Japanese.

Or German.

And it could have been Korean. Foreign,

anyway. Right. Driver?Oh,

definitely. Definitely what?Cars don't

drive themselves, do they?Did you see

the driver?No.

Colour?I told you I didn't see him. The

car! What colour was the car?Don't need

to raise your voice.

Sandhills. What?When you ask where the

car was, I'm telling Sandhills. I mean,

if it had been on tar sea life... Wait,

you were out at the beach?Yes, that's

what I've been telling you. Are you

listening to me?What time was this?I told

you, early this morning. And what color

was the car?See, you know, it wasn't

black. Right?Or

white. Oh, no, I can assure you of that.

So, red,

blue-green, pink...

That's, um, that's where it gets a little

difficult, you see.

Tommy Keeley. Keeley?Over there.

Popular. Tommy?

Liam, you are my brother.

Tommy?My brother trying

to put our weights up again. Could we

have a wet outside?

That's Dominic Nickel. The wine maker,

right?Ninety more, went to the

wall. Whoops on the mussel farm now.

Left in a hurry when he saw you. What's

he done?Nothing that we're aware of. So

you found our cray pot?Yes, number

66. We need you to tell us where it was

located. Yeah. I can

take you out of there tomorrow. Crack of

dawn at the jetty, okay?

Detective Simms will be there. Well,

see you then, then. You're around, sis.

And you will be?Pursuing other inquiries.

You'll get more out of him. Plus, boats

and me don't really get along. Oh, take a

pill. Oh, it's nothing to do with

seasickness. It's the whole idea of it I

don't like.

I had a wife who was into boats.

Which is why she's an ex-wife. Yada,

yada, yada. I get it. She

drowned.

Oh my God. I'm so

sorry.

It's okay. Be

feeding inside my chain

Until I get to love and I won't get no

praise No matter what you

say or do What kind of

hell you gonna put me through I'm gonna

walk What are you doing here,

Missy?Tommy didn't

tell you. Nah, he doesn't tell me a lot.

We're going out to reset that pot.

Can the hell look after yourself on the

water?I'd like to think

so. It's good then. Morning.

Morning. Are you coming too?What are you

doing?You should take Liza with you. Is

that an order, is it?No, of course not. I

just thought that I would... Don't

think. You get your beauty sleep, girl.

You need it.

Reckon you can hold her steady or shall I

drop the anchor?I'm sweet. It's coming

up. Sweet. I'll be the

judge of that.

So you found it down at Brokenwood Beach?

Yeah. Why don't you call me to pick it up?

Why the special treatment?

Someone handed it in. That's a good

one. What is?

Handed it in. Like

lost property. Well,

Brokenwood Beach would seem to be quite

lost from here. What about what was in it?

What was in it?

The crayfish. The boys down at the

station hover them up first. There were

no crayfish. I guess I'll have to take

your word for

it. How often do you have to dive for a

pot because you've lost a boy?Every now

and then, why?Do you like diving?I'm

A fisherman. It's like asking a priest if

he likes going to church.

The lab boy managed to lift a

fingerprint. They will send it across.

Good. The hand was cut or sewn with a

knife. How difficult would that be?I

mean, it's straight through the wrist

bone, right?It was severed above the

carcass, where it articulated with the

ulna and the radius. What I

said. So, you need a big knife. Like

A diver's bowie knife?Perhaps. Whoever

did it, would they have had to hold the

victim down?You mean, was he alive when

the hand was sewn off?Yes. I don't think

so. But I need to see it's honour to be

sure. We live in hope.

What about the hole in the hand?

The hole in the hand. Is

that another use of English humour?No,

it's a question. Oh.

The piercing indicates it penetrated

through the palm. He might have been

defending himself from whoever killed

him. Maybe he's dead.

Each numbered dot is a craypot.

Can I get a copy of this?chart

is a Keeley family livelihood. Two

generations of good oil on the coastline.

Okay, but we need to figure out how Pot

66 got from here all the way down to

Brokenwood Beach. Albatross, dolphin,

octopus, not my problem. No

outsiders, that's been the rules. My

prick of a brother's the exception.

Does the... location of plot

66 have any significance that you can

see?Not the location. What then?

Well, 66.

It's a devil's number, isn't it?

So I've heard.

Okay, well, um, time to get back.

Thanks for the, uh, insight. Not at all.

What are you doing?Kicks from mum.

Just checking I'll be home for a roast

this Sunday.

Thingprint section have managed to lift

one. It'll be emailed through. I'll chase

them up for a match.

Hold on, let's hit and run. Which wasn't,

actually. But he was there the same

time as Jared. The vehicle might be

connected. Yeah. No engine

noise, electric. Or not. Of a

colour that is not black or white. A

chromatopsia. A rare condition,

but our witness has it. He can only see

in greyscale. And... Deaf as a

post?

Has Kristen checked in?No.

My family's had to fight like hell to

preserve its quota. Doesn't help when one

of your own turns against you. Your

brother, Liam. Lazy ********.

Instead of working his share of the

quota, he leases it out to those ********

he was drinking with. Dominic Nickel.

Nickel's boss, Wes Pullman.

Pullman by name, Pullman by nature.

You like that?He pulls Nickel's strings,

owns all the muscle farms out over there.

Wants to own everything else, including

our share of the cray quota. But you

won't sell. Hell no.

Apple in the old man's eye. Rotten apple

more like it.

Great day to be out on the water.

Great to have some new blood in town.

Hey, Boss! Boss! Hey!

Get it up! Get

it up!

Bryce Faith. Local fisheries officer.

You sure?I'd have to tell with a more

waterlog like that, but yeah.

As much a pain in the **** and death as

he was in life. Friend of yours,

was he?

Don't look at me. Your problem

with this idiot isn't finding people who

wanted to throttle him. It's finding

someone who didn't. Talk to the

boss. His

boss is Wes Pullman, who owns a mussel

farm, and according to Tommy Keeley,

wants to get his hands on the Keeley Cray

quota. Not that I'd trust Tommy's word,

or his hands for that matter.

Presumably we have a match for the hand.

I'll look to where it was severed. That's

your professional opinion?You reckon he

lost it before or after death?If you let

me do my job, I might be able to get you

that opinion. Right you are.

Mike?Yes?The victim.

He was very handsome. Well, if you say

so. No, it was an English-language joke.

Hand some. A man with only some of his

hands. Right. That's very

good.

One whole job.

Got it. Breen

says Bryce Fahey is married and lives

locally, but he can't raise his wife,

Jules. Where?Locks Road.

Why, if Jules Fahey is still alive, has

she not missed her husband?That's a good

question.

Hey, yesterday, about your

wife. Don't worry about it, Sims. You

went to know. True, but I'm sorry if I...

It's just one of those things.

Do you know why Johnny Cash always wore

black?Do I

want to know?I think your inner country

music fan is dying to know.

Mrs. Fahey?

No one home. Who's the boat?

Maybe she was on it with him, which would

explain why no missing person report was

lodged. Are we looking for another body?

Bryce goes out on the boat, perhaps with

his wife. There should be a vehicle with

an empty boat trailer at one of the local

boat ramps.

Find me one of Bryce Fahey's friends. We

need to make a formal ID. Don't know

about a friend. Have you had the bush

telegraph on this guy?What about his

employer?The Fisheries Department says

there's a volunteer officer who worked

alongside Bryce when needed. On it.

Welcome, friend. Mister Cleland, DC

Breen. I understand you're a colleague of

Bryce Fahey.

Amen. I take it that's Bryce Fahey. It

is, bless him. Killed in the line of

duty. One of our finest. Thanks,

Mister Cleland.

Preliminary results indicate that he was

dead before the hand was sawn off. Also,

the level of bloating suggests he's been

in the water at least 48 hours, up to

72. The hand similarly. Well, the hand

was found yesterday, Wednesday morning.

So the date was done Monday-ish?Or even

Sunday. Thanks.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?No,

Cleland didn't. ask why Bryce Fahey's

hand was missing?Yeah.

You know how Elton John's real name is

Reginald Dwight and Cliff Richard was

born Harry Webb?Who's Cliff Richard?

So Johnny Cash's real name can't be

Johnny Cash, can it?Oh, actually it is.

Real, you see. Authentic. Country.

Right. So...

Tammy Wynette's real name isn't Virginia

Pugh.

I take it you've been notified?Yeah,

they're bloody caught. We've had to delay

the harvest. Say, there's an export order

of two tons of green-lipped mussels that

won't be on a plane to the States

tomorrow. Well, I'm sure Bryce Fahey

would share your frustration, Mr.

Pullman, were he still alive. It was a

pain in the *** alive. Even more so on

death?You said it, not me. So you and

Bryce weren't friends?We had nothing in

common. Except the fishing industry.

Bryce was regarded by some as a bully.

And there wouldn't be a commercial or

recreational fisherman in this district

with a kind word for him. So if you think

this was an accident, you're kidding.

So you've got your suspicions, Mr.

Pullman. Well, you could start with the

seaside Appalachians. You're

referring to the Keelees. You can hear

the banjos a mile off. Funnily enough,

they're pointing the finger at you. Those

river rats can say what they like.

They've had it their own way for

generations. Think they own anything and

everything with a bit of water around it.

Whereas in reality, you own it.

Do you own a spear gun, Mr. Pullman?

No. I don't. But the

boys on your boats do. Well, in case of

sharks, when they're servicing the

droppers, yes. Have you ever used one?

Years ago. I don't dive much these days.

See, you do have something in common with

price.

It's possible we've uncovered a turf war.

Or perhaps a surf war.

Keeley's versus Pullman.

Livelihoods and businesses.

High stakes.

Yeah. Jules Fahey, Bryce's wife,

has just walked in with a surprise guest.

Dennis Buchanan. On our way. Jules

Fahey is waiting for us, complete with a

lawyer. That's

right-footing it.

How did it happen?A diving accident,

possibly. Really?Possibly.

What sort of accident?He may have impaled

himself on his spear gun. Not possible.

Bryce was a Navy diver for 20 years. With

all due respect, even those with

experience... Bryce always told me if he

had a diving mishap not to believe it was

an accident. Who?All of us in this bloody

town. Who had a problem with Bryce?Try

anyone with a boat and a fishing rod. Can

you be any more specific?

When Bryce was decommissioned from the

Navy, I wanted to stay in the city.

But no. He wanted to be close to the

bloody sea.

It's okay. Take your time.

How long since you've seen your husband,

Mrs. Fahey?Four days,

5. You didn't

notice his absence?Feel the need to

contact anyone?I wasn't home, Detective.

Where were you?You're not obliged to

answer that. True. But if you don't,

we'll draw our own conclusions. Which

would be what?We're not obliged to say.

Let's try again, shall we?Did you phone

home from wherever you were?

No, because I knew Bryce wasn't at home.

You knew he was out on the boat?Yes.

Did you try and communicate with him,

phone his mobile?

No. Not once.

in four or five days. Let's just say she

was out of network coverage. Right. Not

easy these days. Where exactly were you?

It's probably easiest if I show you.

What size would you say that was?

40-footer, more or less. More?So you're

saying you were far enough out to be

beyond cell phone coverage?Yes. And

what about VHF radio?This vessel doesn't

have one. You go out to sea without

VHF. Jules likes it old school. But

you've got cell phones. Who doesn't?

But you were out of range. Yeah.

Unusual. How

do you operate one of these

by yourself?I've been sailing

competitively since I was nine. Well,

still, that's a big boat. What about

docking?

She wasn't alone. And you can vouch

for this how?

I was with her. This

is mine.

Excuse me.

Bryn. I located Bryce's trailer.

And we might have a lead on his boat.

A container ship has reported a boat

matching Bryce's drifting apparently

unmanned near the sea lane. Good work.

Far, far away, yes, so far away. Far,

far away, I wanted to stay that

way. Far, far away, you jumped on

my mind. If I'm far away, I

thought I'd left you behind.

Music makes me feel like I'm

alive. It can wake me up,

it can make me die.

Make yourself comfortable. Not you.

Come on, Detective, you can't separate a

client from the lawyer. I can for witness

statements, which is all this is at this

stage. Unless you know something I

don't.

Back soon.

After you. I should warn you, that

any information I have about my client is

privileged. And I should remind you that

any information you have as a solicitor,

in respect of your client, is the

client's privilege, not yours. Maybe

you're confusing that rule with your

right not to incriminate yourself.

Please, take a seat.

You need to instruct a lawyer that is not

implicated in this, to give you

independent advice.

Dennis and I are involved. More than

as lawyer and client, I take it. Yes.

You were having an affair with Dennis

Buchanan?An affair?Oh

dear me, our bourgeois detective. That

wouldn't be much of A scandal even in

Brokenwood. Well, what would you call it?

More ****** * *****.

You're saying Bryce knew about you and

Dennis?That's not what it means.

He didn't just know, he was an active

participant.

Right. As I said, Bryce was

ex-Navy. They're very

broad-minded sailors.

So the three of you would go out on

Dennis's gin palace together?Regularly.

Occasionally. There's no law against it,

Dennis. We're consenting adults. And I

object to the term gin palace. It's A

cruiser.

But on this trip it was just the two of

you?Yes. And why?Where was

Bryce?He

said he had something to take care of

that couldn't wait. And what was that?We

tried not to discuss his work. I wanted

to be able to walk around town and not

know who hated us.

If anything further comes to mind,

please let me know. And you,

Detective.

A threesome. Technically speaking, it's a

Minaj au Trois. Oh, right, French. So

that makes it classy. It's their

business. Yeah, but at their age. Believe

it or not, Bren, but some things get

better with age.

Cheese.

Coffee for three?I'm good. Uh, not for

me. Well, it could be a long night.

That's one way to make it even longer.

Hmm. You shouldn't

have, really.

Okay, overview. Jared finds the quay

pot with Bryce's hand here.

Which, according to Tommy Keeley, came

from exactly here.

Charmed it out of them, did you?I may

have accidentally slipped and taken a

photograph. Clumsy.

Pullman's Muscle Farm, here, where the

rest of Bryce's body was found. And

Bryce's boat found here with the anchor

rope cut. So we have to work out from

wind, tide, and current over the last

four or five days where it was last when

Bryce was on it. Well, it might be easier

than that. The boat had all the latest

navigational and communication gear. The

IT guys must be able to put together a

digital trail. Could tide and

current take the hand from here all the

way to here, Brokenwood Beach?Of

time, maybe Jules says

she last saw Bryce alive on Saturday.

before Sheen Buchanan set out on his

cruiser. And Gina reckons that Bryce was

killed on Sunday or the Monday. And that

the hand was severed after he was

dead. So that gives the

cray pot a maximum of three or four days

to travel that distance. How likely is

that?

Someone placed the hand on the beach. So

whoever killed Bryce cut off his hand,

then nicked a Keeley cray pot, put it in

the pot and placed it on the beach,

knowing that it would be found. Maybe

Jared was right. Maybe cutting off the

hand is some sort of sign.

Then, who's it for?

What

about the spear gun?No, it's clean.

And nothing to indicate that his body was

dragged back on board after he was shot?

Both clean. Songs we sang, the times we

cried, the mouthsWe walked, we'll never

die. Pacts we made, intentions

good. Ventures planned, the times we

stood, and the rain pours down on your

grave. My heart was

found...

Go with God, Bryce. God forgives you.

God loves you. can't get out. Bryce

wasn't religious. It doesn't stop you

from using the church when it's

convenient. Go in peace, Bryce.

Your passing will not be in vain. Our

cause needs as partners. He is my

husband, for God's sake. You take the

key, Lees. I'll be Clalland. I will not

have this, do you understand?Dear St.

Shepherd. A word, Mr. Clalland.

Acting Fisheries Officer. Clalland.

Apologies, Officer Clalland.

That's quite a job to take on as a

volunteer. Well, I'm not afraid of hard

work. God built the Earth in six days.

Who am I to complain?You're not worried

that whoever killed Bryce may now target

his successor. Those who fight the good

fight on Earth shall find the rewards in

heaven. When you were talking about your

cause needing a martyr, is that what

you're referring to?Yes. If

you'll excuse me, I'd like to be there

for the internment.

I didn't realise you were friends with

Bryce. We weren't really. We just

knew him. We Kili's have lived and died

at sea for generations. Yeah, it was a

boating tragedy that wrecked our family.

We're God-fearing people, Detective,

despite what you might have heard. And I

make a point of honouring others who have

lost their lives that way. Mr.

Fahey wasn't a bad man. Just

mistaken. Would your son

Tommy share those sentiments?Tommy finds

it hard to forgive. Liam too.

Particularly each other.

Sorry, I didn't mean to upset her. We

can't move on.

She's stuck because she doesn't know. No

what?Who

killed my father?It was five

years ago, wasn't it?I could take a

look into it and see if there's... There

won't be. Thanks.

My condolences. Tell me you're not here

on business, Detective. I spoke to

Bryce's employer earlier. They've

consented for us to take a look at

Bryce's files before they pick them up.

For what purpose?I'm investigating a

murder, Mr. Buchanan. Purpose enough?

Jared?Shh.

You got a minute?

Take a seat. Okay.

Matthew, 5:30. And if thy right hand

offend thee, cut it off and cast it from

thee. For it is profitable for thee that

one of thy members should perish, and not

that thy whole body should be cast into

hell. Noel Clelland is

a fundamentalist nutter. Yeah, our cause

needs martyrs. Yeah, nutter is right. You

know Clelland?He came into my nan's

church once. He had some hocus pocus and

the font caught fire. Turned out it was

methylated spirits. Wow. Does he do kids'

parties?So was Bryce

Knoll's right-hand man who needed to be

cut off?Maybe, but why?

Then there's Revelations 13:18: Here is

wisdom: Let him that hath understanding

count the number of the beast, for it is

the number of a man, and his number is

600, threescore, and six,

sometimes apparently shortened to

sixty-six. Tommy Keeley did say that

the significance of the craypot might be

that it's the devil's number. That's what

I said at the beach. Well, yeah, but...

So you listened to him, but not me. Well,

I just thought you might be a bit freaked

out. I was freaked out. Hey, kids.

It does seem that Rice was killed on the

Sabbath. No way. And we're

stigmata. With what?Oh, there was a

hole in his hand, right?Like Jesus on the

cross when the nails went in. Jesus.

Exactly. So, round up the Christians.

Any lions handy?What if whoever

killed Bryce Fahey knew who killed Des

Keeley, and the energy transferred into

the hand and then pointed at me?The old

devil dares returning from the deep to

remind me. Reminding you of what?He

accused me of poaching once. And were you?

No, but it was a heavy scene. If I'd

actually had crazed my kids, I reckon I

might have ended up like Bryce. Are you

suggesting Bryce was poaching and dares

the devil returned from the dead to

kill him?No, because that would be

implausible. I'm just saying, like I said

before, it felt like a sign.

Okay, thanks, Jared. It's been

enlightening. Any time. I'll see myself

out.

Look, it does seem like there

was some kind of bad blood between the

Keeley brothers, and it does relate back

to the Cold Case murder of their father.

Boating accident, not Cold Case. Well,

both Ma and Liza don't believe it was an

accident. How does this relate back to

Bryce Fahey?I don't know, but Ma more or

less warned me that Tommy is a worry, and

I agree. He's either mad or bad.

I think Ma and Liza might be ready to say

more. Go for it. I'll check out Bryce's

office, and you're on

Clowland. Check out his movements Sunday,

Monday. Excellent.

The religious nut bar. All the best jobs.

I read through those case notes. They're

really cryptic. I

was hoping maybe you and your mum could

give me the full story. Don't talk to

Mum. She's real

wound up about it.

Okay. Then,

What can you tell me about it?

There were poachers cleaning out our pots

most nights. Dad got real paranoid,

so when he got a tip-off one night,

someone was out there. He went totally

nuts. Where are your dad's girl?Dad,

don't just leave it!

I thought if I went with him, I could try

and get him to calm down.

Dad!

Dad had no chance. I'm

sorry, that must have been horrific.

And your mum's there too. If it wasn't

for her, I might have drowned.

Why do you think it wasn't an accident?

Because it wasn't.

the maritime investigation deemed it was

a fuel leak. But how did it come to have

one?A deliberate fuel leak. Dad

was a ticketed marine engineer. And that

boat was his pride and joy, restored it

from scratch.

Whoever it was who tipped him off about

the cruddy poachers knew Dad was wound up

about that, and knew he'd make for the

boat and sabotaged it.

Makes it murdered, doesn't it?

Where were your brothers that night?

Tommy and Liam were at the fishing club.

Together. They sort of got along back

then. And they fell out over what

happened to your father.

Why, Eliza?You should

ask them. I'm asking you.

I can't say. I

can't.

I had no idea how much I'd miss Bryce.

Sounds like missing him was something

you'd contemplated. I

didn't mean it like that.

Come through.

Bryce found the administrative side

of a challenge.

He liked putting things down on paper,

making lists. He didn't use that much.

He said his fingers were too big. Okay.

Shall I make you a coffee?Oh, that'd be

great. Short black or flat white?

Long, short black.

You do remind me of Bryce. Is that how he

had it?No. Big

fingers.

You must need a break, Detective. Another

coffee?Some other refreshment?Any sign

of breaking and entering while you're

away?No.

Has Dennis Buchanan been in the house

since you got back?Well, yes. Was

he in here?I don't think

so, but I couldn't swear on the Bible.

Not Cleland tried to get him here. When

was that?He turned up late yesterday in

his ridiculous uniform.

I'm here in an official capacity. I need

to sequester Bryce's files.

Sequestering?What did you say to

him?****** off, you officious prick.

I could do a red wine. You did ask.

You're a hard man to track down, Mr.

Clellands. Acting Fisheries Officer

Clelland. Who's the shepherd

fellow?On another line of inquiry.

Good name, that. Shepherd. The

Lord is our shepherd, you know. Do you

need a hand?Have you not cleared the

fisheries boat yet?I can't be expected to

properly discharge my duties in that.

That's been sorted. Where have you been?

Doing God's work. Mate

what?Apprehending

miscreants and sinners of the sea.

Right.

Should we sit somewhere more comfy?

Sure. Twenty-nine

days until September comes

Twenty-nine nights 'til I'll

be in your arms

And I know

I'm with Liza.

Dad was murdered. Based on what?

We would have made that call, knew Dad

was paranoid about poachers. Knew he'd

take the old boat out and wired it to

blow. So you believe it was

an inside job?Can you get more

inside than family?It's a serious

allegation. Murder's a serious business,

wouldn't you say, Detective?

My brother Tommy made that call.

Do you have proof?Jesus. It's on the

police file, isn't it?On the phone box

outside in the carpet. There is

record on file of a call being made.

Yeah. And being received by my dad on

the landline in my family's house. It was

a call that sealed his fate. But

no one in the club that night saw anyone

use that phone. You're right. How

likely is that?

Anyone coming into or going out of the

car park, having a smoke, selling pot, or

getting a drunken quickie up against the

wall, would have seen Tommy in there

making that call. You were convinced it

was Tommy?Dad wouldn't have gone hooning

out after poachers that time of night

unless he thought he had the real oil.

Tommy was the only one here, apart from

me, who's where Dad would trust. So

Tommy intimidated the witnesses?Tommy

doesn't need to say or do anything.

Everyone knows he's an evil prick. Yeah,

well, he'd have to be to murder his own

father, wouldn't he?You don't believe me.

Oh, what was his motive?Control.

But your father's will would have

provided for shares, surely. Meaningless.

Tommy knew he could bully Mum and Liza

and effectively control their shares.

Tommy says you're leasing your Craig

quota to Pullman. So what?

Take the fee, let others do the work?It's

A legitimate business arrangement. For

which Pullman is paying better than

market rates. What's eating Tommy

is that he's not controlling it. Or

me.

Liam Keeley is adamant that Tommy Keeley

killed their father. Do you see a

connection to Bryce Fahey?If Tommy killed

once, he can kill again. Okay,

let's push Tommy's button, see if

anything breaks. But we need an

excuse.

I sure hope God broke the mould when he

made Cleland. He's nuts.

Nuts or obstructive?Both.

He can't really account for his

whereabouts Sunday afternoon or evening.

He says he was in solitary prayer

retreat. Where?

Upstairs in his bedroom. Solitary

prayer retreat. Just keep on him.

Empty. Clearly, it was full at some

stage. Dennis Buchanan had

access, according to Jules.

And Noel Clillon turned up to sequester

it. What was he looking for?

Witnesses say your vehicle is at the boat

ramp Sunday afternoon when you say you're

on a solitary pre-return. Retreat in your

bedroom. Solitary prayer retreat is

code for mind your own business.

Right now, your business is our business.

I suppose I could resent being given a

third degree by a fellow officer, but

I understand you're just doing your duty,

just as I was doing mine on Sunday

afternoon.

I decided to check out the Pullman Muscle

Farm. Why?Because they were constantly in

breach. And Bryce was going soft on them.

What do you mean by that?We have

collected chapter and verse and

multitudinous transgressions, and yet

somehow it all seem to come to nothing.

If you'll excuse me.

Well, it's changed his story. He now puts

himself at the mussel farm on Sunday

afternoon. Gotta go.

Get to the muscle farm, see who else was

out there on Sunday afternoon, and

whether they saw Clallant. You want me to

drive your car?Yeah, it's a good car.

Okay, sure.

Automatic, right?No, manual.

Just get in.

The registered office for Pullman

Aquaculture is here, even though they're

actual offices across the corridor. It's

just a service address for the registrar

of companies. We do that for a number of

our clients. Pullman Aquaculture is a

client?It's a small town, Detective. It

is indeed. When you were visiting George

Fahey to offer your condolences,

did you go into Bryce's home office?I

didn't see any need. Even though he has a

big fat file on your client, Pullman

Aquaculture. Did he?Well, he did. It

seems to be empty now. Did you see it?

No.

Were you aware of its existence?

This better be good. Clillon says he and

Bryce had Pullman nailed on any number of

serious breaches. But nothing said to

come of them. So we went to Bryce's

house, hoping to take over the file. When

I queried him on that, Cleland said

something quite weird. Bryce's death

might have been a mercy. For who?

His greedy self. His inference was that

Bryce is on the take from Pullman. Good

work. There's one other thing. Cleland's

a diver and owns a spear gun. Care

forensics to go over Cleland's inflatable

and gear. He'll regard that as an act of

war. Get a warrant, make it official. He

liked that.

I'm not keeping you, am I?want access to

Bryce's bank accounts. Absolutely.

Soon as I cite a court order directing me

to do so.

Did you know that Noel Clalland was out

here on Sunday afternoon?I did, yeah.

Were you out here too?

No, I was at home. Who

else was out here?No one that I know of.

So what was he doing?

Snooping. He rang with a list of

non-compliance issues as soon as he got

to shore. On a Sunday. Come back,

Bryce Faye. All is forgiven. Clellan's on

a holy crusade. Now, Bryce was

hard-nosed, but it's just business in the

end. Your boss says that Bryce was a

bully. To some, maybe. To you?

Hassel. But Cleland,

he's a nightmare. Did Cleland say that

Bryce was out here with him on Sunday

afternoon?Dead or alive. You tell me.

No. he didn't. And funnily enough, he

didn't mention finding Bryce's body when

he was checking the droppers. Were you

aware that they were both preparing a big

case against Pullman?We knew something

was going on. That would have threatened

your livelihood out here.

Maybe. What with losing your vineyard and

going bankrupt?That would have been hard

to take. If the fisheries department

closes down the mussel farm, then I'm out

on the street again. So your job was

worth a lot. Worth taking the rat for

Pullman, perhaps. Oh, come on. No way.

Where were you on Sunday evening?I

was at home with my wife. Do you own a

spare gun?Yeah, of course, but... Can I

take a look at it?It's at home. It's not

here. Okay.

I won't hold you up any longer.

Thanks.

Let's go.

Hey, Mike, it's possible that both

Cleland and Neckle were at or near the

mussel farm around the time that Bryce

Bahey was taken there. Neckle reckons

he's got himself an alibi, but I'll check

it out. Got

it. Amy, tell Wiz I weighed in the cow.

Liam. G'day. Where's

Pullman, please?Sorry, he's not available

right now.

excuse me. Detective Shepherd. Or

somewhere with Liam Keeley. Business

lunch. Then you're going to be late,

sorry. My time is money, Shepherd.

Mine isn't. Just precious. Take a seat.

Please.

I've just had an interesting conversation

with... Your solicitor across the

hallway. How nice. Not really. He was

obstructive. Which is why we're going to

get a court order to access his client

Bryce Fahey's bank accounts. Keeping

yourself busy, I see. While we're at it,

we'll get an order to access yours. Would

you like to speculate whether we'll find

any payments from your company to Bryce

Fahey?You'd have to be

blind to miss them. We used Bryce

Fahey as a consultant from time to time,

and we paid him a fee for his time and

expertise. You're confirming that a

fisheries officer was moonlighting as a

consultant for a company he was charged

with overseeing. I assume Bryce was

taking care of that side of it with his

employer. Not my concern.

Show me the contract. Oral.

Invoices detailing Bryce's work, payments

made. Might have been a bit dilatory

there. Have to get that sorted. And the

GST. Tell Inland Revenue.

And fraud squad. What do

you think you're doing?

I'll have you for vexation's oppression.

Haven't seen that particular charge in

the Crimes Act. Maybe it's under F for

fisheries. B for

********. Does

your car always get stuck in first gear?

You drove it back in first gear.

Got you again.

Some things can't be joked about Sims.

What, boys in their cars?I think they

can. What about the fact that Bryce

Fahey was on the take from Pullman?

OK, that is not funny. Chances are

Bryce shredded the contents himself.

Wes Pullman was employing Fahey as

a consultant. He's completely open about

it, brazen. Well, that's bribery and

corruption in anyone's book. Absolutely.

What are you doing?You just proved the

guy's dodgy as heck. Well, whatever else

he is, Pullman's no mug. In confessing to

bribing Fahey, he's eliminating himself

from the murder inquiry. No motive.

He had Bryce Fahey right where he wanted

him, in his back pocket. Why would he

want to kill him?Do you think Dominic

Nickel had any idea that his boss did a

deal with Bryce?Unlikely. Those kind of

arrangements tend to work on a

need-to-know basis. Which means he

genuinely thought his job was under

threat from Bryce's investigations. Which

means he has motive.

Stopping a potential threat to his job.

Man under pressure. And

he has a spear gun. Any more on

Cleland?Forensics have taken away a lot

of bloody swabs from Cleland's

inflatable, but say they could possibly

be from fish. He's A fruitcake, and he

strongly suspected Bryce had been gotten

to by Pullman. Saw it as a betrayal of

the cause. Was he capable of murdering

Bryce to prevent a blight on God's work?

He does have that Old Testament fire and

brimstone about him. And the old *******

threatened to prosecute me. Really?What

for?Vexatious oppression. Oh, phew, is

that all?I thought it might have been for

indecised muscles. Okay, well,

that's workplace bullying. I'll get you

counselling.

Yeah, I would throw those back.

Mike Shepherd. Detective, Jules Fahey. I

know it's late, but there's something I

need to tell you. Certainly. I'm

listening. It would certainly be better

if you could come to mine. Okay,

sure.

My goodness, you've come, Detective.

You'll have one, Detective. Mike.

Perhaps you better tell me what I'm here

for. I like a man who's up

front. So?

You won't stay with me unless I provide

you with some information.

You need some company, someone to talk

to. I don't want you to think I'm trying

to protect Dennis. I didn't say that. I'm

simply not the sort of woman who blindly

commits to one man. I've always found

one's never enough. No, take your word

for it. And

there's something I need from you,

actually. An assurance.

Yes?That all those

papers you removed from Bryce's office

will be returned. Of course.

And the book. Sentimental Value.

Price picked it up at a flea market. One

of the last things we did together. You

understand?

I should go.

Sims, I need you back at the office.

You're practicing for a magic trick.

Magic would be good right now.

Jules had me around to her place. Had you?

To tell me something. I

think she was putting the bite on me. You

think?She says she's not a one-man

woman. Oh, poor old Dennis

Buchanan. Out with the lawyer and in with

the cop. It takes 2 to tango. Or 3,

in her case. I need you to take notes on

everything that was said. Okay.

Can't wait. There's something she's not

telling us. Something to do with this.

She asked for a bag.

Drop it. Where?

Just drop it.

Nah. Why are we doing this again?

I found this in that

book. I closed it before I noted the

page. This is quite a big

book. Again?

Morning. Hi, Mike.

Early start or late finish?You casting

aspirations on my morality?Never, just

being neighborly. Hey, usual things.

Coming up. No, I just finished Tai Chi

class. It's good for the biorhythms.

Yeah, you should come along. Maybe when

I'm not so busy. Yeah, right.

Any luck with the freaky hand?Not yet.

About that, the morning you found the

hand, did you see anyone else at the

beach?Any vehicles in the Sandhills?Nah.

But if you don't want to be seen, it'd be

easy enough. You said they were

protective of their pots, the Kielis.

Very protective, you said. Yeah, like I

said, I crossed them once, snorkeling for

kina and power. This was years ago when

the old man, Devil Dares, was still

alive. Oh, will I come up with a full kit

there to find myself staring down the

shaft of a spear gun?

Whoa! Coaching out crazy, Nah, just

power. You show me.

I never forget a face or a name or a who.

I never forget the way he was leaning on

the stern and pointing his finger.

It's freaky. Had you taken his craze?Nah.

But Keeling, holding the gun and

threatening to use it. I believed him,

all right. I could see it in his mad bag,

Keeling eyes, that he'll pull thetrigger.

Brain, someone here for you.

Mr. Aldeston.

Mr. Green. I've remembered the colour of

that car.

When I was walking Macmillan on Saturday

afternoon down by the boat ramp, I saw

these two men arguing. Saturday is my

roster day, Bryce. I mean, how can I

conduct my duties without the proper

craft?He called him Bryce. Yes, he did.

And what did Bryce say?Well, I couldn't

quite hear because he was facing away

from me. I think there's something about

it being personal. Personal use?

All the more reason why this is

completely unacceptable. Which car?

What?You're describing 2 cars. Which one

is the same as the one that knocked you

down?Ah, well, now, the one that was

hooked up to the trailer was very light,

so it wasn't that one, obviously.

Obviously?No, obviously. But

there was another one parked nearby that

was very similar. And I'll tell you this,

those two men were very angry. And the

car that ran me down was driven in anger.

And in your mind, it was

silver?Oh, yes, yes. More

metallic blue. I often get those

two confused, but in this case, I am

absolutely sure. Of what?

That it was one of those colors.

Edward Alderson recalls seeing Noel

Clalland and Bryce Fahey in an argument

at the boat ramp Saturday afternoon. What

about?His hearing-impaired version of

events suggests Bryce's trip was

personal, not fisheries-related, and

that's about it. Okay, interesting.

With that in mind... The GPS data from

Bryce's boat is back with a digital track

of Bryce's boat's movements last weekend.

So, Bryce's boat anchored

here on Saturday night. Stayed

there all night. Then, just before

dawn on Sunday, he received a call on his

VHF radio and moved here.

He stayed there for an hour and then

returned to his original anchorage for

the rest of the day. Then at 6.35 in the

evening on Sunday, he started

drifting in this arc, which basically

corresponds to wind and current, where it

was spotted by a container ship on

Thursday. His radio was able to send a

ship to shore distress signal, but it

never did. So...

It all happened underwater, and Bryce

never made it back onboard his boat.

Bryce's boat was clean. So whoever killed

Bryce took his body back on board the

aircraft, then moved the body to

Pullman's Muscle Palm, then moved the

craypot with the hand to Brokenwood

Beach. What the hell was Bryce doing way

out there?Yeah, what was the attraction?

Who did he rendezvous with on Sunday

morning?If it was personal,

Dennis and Jules were out there. That's a

long way to go for a threesome.

What if he didn't know about the

arrangement?What's more personal

than your wife having a menage etoire

that you don't know about?And look at

these distances. What this digital track

shows us is that whoever was involved in

Bryce Faye's demise had serious

ocean-going horsepower. Which leaves,

too, with ocean-going craft

capable of travelling those distances in

that time frame. Could Tommy Kelly have

been out there?What's the French word for

foursome?I mean, is it worth talking to

Buchanan again?We need leverage.

Jules?Ditto, we need something

else.

Maybe the key is the boat.

Maybe, the boats can tell us something

that their owners can't. I don't mind

rattling Tommy's cage again, provided I

have some backup muscles.

Go for it.

Hmm. That's more

like it.

****.

Just don't give him any hint that his

sister's been talking about their

father's death. He

brought reinforcements. Where's the

pencil neck?Detective Constable Breen.

This is Tommy Keeley.

Takes two of you to tell me who stole my

cray pots. Same ******* as knocked over

Bryce Fahey, right?We need to know your

movements last Sunday, Tommy.

Why would I put a chopped hand in my own

cray pot?Where were you?Here.

Mara and Liza will back me up. I'm sure

they will, but we'll need to download the

data from your GPS system to confirm

where your vessel was. So the word of my

mother and my sister isn't good enough?

Under the circumstances, no. Under

what circumstances?Ma

and Liza are family. Of course they'll

back you. Because they're family?

I wouldn't jump to conclusions,

detectives. Isn't that what they say?

Why don't you ask me who my enemies are?

Who's pointing the evil finger at me, Who

was your enemy, Tommy?You never told me

your feelings about Bryce Fahey. Wouldn't

waste feelings on that loser, especially

now that he's carked it. I told you,

Pullman's pulling the strings. He's got

everyone in his pocket. Who's in his

pocket, Tommy?

the story of Cain and Abel?Why don't you

ask my brother, who speaks no evil, how

he can live off quarter of a share of our

cray quota, and we can scarcely make a

living off the other three quarters,

So who's Cain and who's Abel?

Why don't you ****** off?Arrest me or

get off my property.

That was enlightening.

Something happened there.

Oh, Christ. Call for backup.

Okay. Now. BDC-2, we need backup

to the Keeley compound.

Who are you calling?I have a wrong. Are

you bloody fool now, you son of

a... Get off! You stupid *****! Liza. I

think he's just got a knife. Liza, where

in the hell are you?God doesn't stop if

you've got to or I'll kill her too. When

will you understand?Who runs this

family?What did you think would

happen,

Please stop.

I wouldn't have picked you for a bloody

narcissist. Drop the

knife.

How about you drop the gun?Shut

up. Drop the knife, Tommy. Don't think I

won't.

Tommy, put the knife down. It's

so peaceful, Nick. I do.

Drop the knife, Tommy.

On the ground!

Hands behind you here!

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Kelly. You make sure

my girl's okay. You owe us that much.

Two sugars.

Tommy knew from something you said that

Ma and me had been talking to you. Liza,

I am sorry, but I can guarantee

Tommy will be charged with assault and

won't get police bail. And you guys

always get it wrong. You could put him

away for a lot longer if you want to. What

do you mean?

What you said on the phone. You can't

just stop him, you've got to or he'll

kill her too. Who did Tommy kill,

Liza?

Hey, he will go away for a long time and

we will make you and your mum safe.

Did Tommy kill Bryce Fahey?No.

No, not him.

Liam told me that it was Tommy who called

your father from the phone box in the

club car park. Do you believe that

too?

Hello?Dead.

Dead. Tommy said he's got rid of the

club. There's poachers out.

That was Tommy.

I wanted to tell you. For God's sake,

shut up. Did you have a falling out?Who?

You and Bryce, over the gold. Oh, don't

be ridiculous. Well, isn't that what

thieves do, a falling out of thieves?It's

not what you think. So it wasn't that

easy, that grubby. You didn't murder your

husband for his share of the gold that he

had recovered. No, we wouldn't do that.

Bryce had been looking for that ship for

a long time. Jules, just on the 23rd of

December, 1940, a German raider, the

Orion, sank the 13,000-tonne freighter,

the Doncaster Star, somewhere off the

north-eastern coast of New Zealand. The

ship took down with her the crew, the

ship's cat, and 590

gold bars, including

this.

On Sunday morning, you radioed your

location here.

Bryce left this side of the wreck

and brought this to you, right?He

didn't want it on the fisheries boat.

There's all sorts coming and going down

at that moment. We were about to alert

the police that we'd found a wreck, so

consider yourself notified. You had every

opportunity to report the wreck and

didn't. Salvage law in this country is a

vague and uncertain mess these days. I

don't care about the Doncaster Star. I

want to know why you went to the site of

the wreck and murdered Bryce Fahey. Oh my

God. No, we didn't, Dennis. We couldn't

do that, Ed, if we wanted to. Really?

Bryce wouldn't tell us the coordinates.

We still don't know where the wreck is.

He was paranoid about it. He said someone

asked you about it. Then we had to be

careful. Did he say who it was?

No. How worried?Afraid of.

I

suggest you find that man. You've found

your murderer.

Why didn't you report or notice Bryce's

absence?Look,

the arrangement was that we were to stay

where we were and Bryce would ferry the

gold to us each day. You were expecting

him Monday?He didn't show. He didn't

answer his VHF. And you thought

what?

Silly Bryce had been having some

jealousy issues, actually.

Right. We thought he'd

gone home in a huff. So we came in on the

Wednesday. Come

this way, Liza. Is that

you, sis?Eh?

Liza!

Constable, can you show these to her?

Mike. Liza Keeley is making a full

statement regarding her father's murder.

And Tommy Keeley is in the cells. Could

you grab the maritime chart out of room 2?

Sure. And

Sims.

Good work.

So, we've reopened and closed the Keeley

case, but we're still no closer to

finding Bryce's murderer. Dennis

Buchanan and Jules Fahey say that someone

else knew about the site of the wreck,

someone who Bryce was afraid of. Well, it

can't have been Tommy, as evil as he is.

He was with Liza that Sunday. Unless

she's lying, but why?If we add degrees

and minutes to these numbers, they turn

out to be coordinates. They're all

eliminated, crossed out, except the last

one, which marks

the position of the wreck of the

Doncaster Star. It's also

exactly where Bryce was anchored on

Sunday night when he was murdered. By

someone that knew the position of the

wreck and wanted the bullying for

themselves. Someone who would have been

very protective of their patch. Oh,

Mark Ely?

No.

Mike. When Dez busted you for poaching.

It was only powers and muscles, Mike.

God's honour. You said he was leaning on

the stern and pointing at you. Yeah, I

told you, the finger of death. So he

wasn't holding the spear gun?Nah.

Who was holding it?I told you, I looked

in his eyes and I knew he could use it.

Tommy. Nah.

What?Come on.

How can you not love this?

And the shockies are stuffed.

So Bryce Fahey was murdered because he

discovered the wreck and was taking the

gold.

Liam Keeley killed Bryce, then tried to

cover his tracks with a plan to implicate

the biggest maritime businesses in town,

both of whom he knew were ****** *** at

Bryce. By planting the body at

the mussel farm and the severed hand in

the cray-pot, he pointed the finger, so

to speak, at both Wes Pullman and Tommy

Keeley. His own brother. Yeah.

Nice day for her. What

do you want?Bit of a chat.

About Bryce Fahey. Yeah.

You can ****** off.

Now, Back off. Put your

hands above your heads.

You've only got one shot with that thing.

I'll take whoever moves first.

Come on. He fancies your chances.

Not me. You?

No. heroes here, Liam.

You going somewhere?What do you think?

Forget something else. No, I hate boats.

I really do. But I've heard about the

fellowship of the high seas. Yeah, you

pass. I'd just as soon ****** off back to

dry land and leave you stuck out here in

the sea lane with no propulsion and a

storm brewing overnight. But these old

sea dogs... Say that's not kosher.

So, can we help you with anything?Well,

at home, a toad?A warm cuppa.

Chat about things. Murder. That sort of

thing.

That's the ticket, man.

Now, raise your hands,

buggerhead.

Good man. You can drop them.

Just checking to see you've still got

both of them.

What will a wedding suffer

be?Philippa Gregory's tale about the wars

of the roses comes to drama. The White

Queen, next Sunday from 4.

Next, though on drama, it's new tricks

and the team are off to visit a brewery.

I ain't no washing on the line.

Try and make everything clean.

Life was always the hottest.

Always the hottest.