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(light melodic music)

(mellow country music)

♪ Back in the beginning, we were always willing

♪ Free with how things moved along

♪ When you walked, you went away

♪ But I, I know you couldn't stay

Thanks again for doing this.

[Daniel] I had nothing better to do on a Sunday morning.

(laughing) What's Missy up to?

[Daniel] Working.

Hm, tough life for some.

I know you don't have any friends, so happy to help.

Hey, I have friends, all right.

They're all busy today and they told me they'd text me,

if their plans changed, so.

Why am I walking backwards? You go up first.

Here we go.

(phone alerting)

Oh, you do have a friend.

Shut up.

(phone alerting)

Oh, that can't be a coincidence, can it? Please, no.

(birds chirping)

Damn.

Damn.

(mellow melodic music) (car rumbling quietly)

(car doors thudding)

This better be good, Aiken, I'm moving house today.

Sorry, something just didn't seem right.

Mm-hm.

(mellow melodic music)

(tense melodic music)

I really hope this isn't just a heart attack.

(mellow melodic music)

Thanks, bye.

If I was to hazard a guess, which I never do,

I would say a heart attack.

Do you want me to give Aiken a bit of a slap?

No, no, allow me.

But what about the blood though?

[Gina] The source of the heart attack?

How does that work?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Yes.

Two likely causes, firstly, I deduce that he stumbled,

falls heavily into the upturned chair leg

hitting his perineum, causing a sudden,

but violent shockwave up his artery

straight to his heart, bursting his atrium.

Mm-hm and what's your second theory?

That he was repeatedly kicked in the private parts

by a prostitute wearing steel-tipped cowboy boots.

This could cause the same injury.

That's a lot of deducing there, Gina.

If Mike was here, he would understand.

Where is Mike?

He's heading south on a road trip with Beth.

Why?

It's the weekend.

Somewhere nice, I hope.

Well, don't know about that, he's getting a divorce.

From Beth?

I didn't know they were married yet.

No, not from Beth, from his ex-wife.

Oh, my God, Mike is a bigamist?

No.

He's a Mormon?

No, no, he's just complicated.

Wait, Beth is going with Mike

to see his ex-wife for a divorce?

Is that a good idea?

Hm, well, I bet she's asking herself

the same thing right about now.

Thankfully, I gave her my lucky charm,

it will keep her safe.

(soft guitar music)

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Granted, it's not the most conventional arrangement.

(Beth sighing)

After this is done, this whole idea of going back

to Tiraha Bay, have you thought about it?

It's a great opportunity.

Yeah, but you have to want it too.

I do, I actually do, change your pace, it's gonna be good.

Hm.

You're absolutely sure that she wanted me to come?

(laughing) I told you, she insisted.

(soft guitar music) (phone ringing)

Mike Shepherd.

[Tabatha] Well, hello, stranger.

Tabatha.

Guess where I am.

You're, ah, on the phone? - (door thudding)

Yes, I'm on the phone, up a tree.

You're up a tree? - Well, it's the only place

I can get one of these God awful things to work around here.

Borrowed it off a neighbor.

You know how much I hate phones.

Well, at least you called.

I got your letter, eventually, thanks.

So you'll come?

Come where?

Well, here, silly, where else?

I can't drive all that way.

Why, work? Still always work, work, work, is it, Michael?

No, it's just- - Just come

and bring a copy of that stupid, bureaucratic thing

and I'll sign it for you and your new special friend.

Tabatha, it's an eight-hour drive,

why don't you just post it?

Just come and see me, Michael, one last time.

I'm with Beth now.

Well, bring her too.

What?

Bring her, I want to meet her

and I won't take no for an answer.

God, my ear is hot, is that normal?

How do you people live with these satanic things?

I'm going now, Michael.

I'll see you soon.

(soft guitar music)

(Mike sighing)

[Beth] Michael. (Laughing)

Don't even think about it.

Oh, she sounds-

Eccentric?

I was gonna say interesting.

Hm. - Ever so slightly scary.

Ah, she's not scary, she's just very principled.

Yeah, well, she's right about one thing, work, work, work.

I feel like we're off to slay the dragon.

It'll be fine.

(melodic guitar music)

(car door thudding)

[Kristin] Nancy Jacks?

[Nancy] Yes.

Detective Kristin Sims, Brokenwood C.I.B.

Would you mind if I came inside?

(soft guitar music)

(soft guitar music continues)

Yeah.

That's my husband.

I'll give you a moment.

(Kristin sighing)

You see what I see?

Well, no one sees things quite like you do, Gina.

Thank you, that is true.

I see she's wearing cowboy boots.

You think that-

Maybe a bit of marital hanky panky went too far?

And she left her husband to die?

You can have that one for free.

I'll keep it in a special place.

While we're on the surface

Let's swim away from this

My lover's ghost still exists

I know I can't go, but what else can I do

When all our love still persists

Oh oh oh oh

(car doors thudding)

Mike bloody Shepherd, I don't believe this.

Ah, it's Marcus, isn't it?

Marcus Donovan, yeah.

Yes and this is Beth.

[Marcus] Oh, hello.

Hello.

Marcus used to run several establishments in Brokenwood.

Oh. - Indeed I did,

had a run of bad luck, you know,

so thought I'd up sticks and move eight hours south

to get away from it all, change of pace and all that

and look who shows up, Mike bloody Shepherd. (Laughing)

How the hell are you, buddy?

Ah, we're fine, thanks, Marcus.

No one died, did they?

Oh, that's not why we're here, no.

Good, well, you're number three, it's just down this way.

God, it's so good to see a familiar face down here.

Anyway, welcome to Lost Valley,

a great place to come to lose yourselves,

lose your troubles, or lose your mind. (Laughing)

No, seriously, I'll, um, I'll leave you to settle in.

Oh, if you did wanna hang out later,

do you know where to find me?

As I said, it can get a bit quiet around here.

Hm. - Oh, thanks, mate.

Very generous. - Thank you.

Oh, could you give us directions to Fortitude Gully?

Why would you wanna head up there?

We're just visiting a friend.

Not Tabatha?

You know her?

Oh, everyone knows Tabatha.

After the next valley, there's an access road

off to the left, cuts right through.

Good luck with that.

(soft guitar music)

I'll get the bags.

(shower pattering) (soft guitar music)

(phone ringing)

Mike, I thought you'd still be on the road.

Left at four a.m., just arrived.

I want this to be a very quick visit.

I saw an alert on my phone about a call out

to the Brokenwood Motel.

[Kristin] Oh, well, it's all in hand, unexplained death,

probably just a freak accident.

We're still waiting on the postmortem.

[Mike] Well, keep me posted.

Mike, don't you have far more delicate matters

to attend to rather than to be worrying

about some unlucky bloke falling off his chair?

Still, if you need anything.

Which I'm sure we won't.

Happy divorce or whatever it is they say.

Huh, thanks. - (Kristin sighing)

Do you think it's a little weird that a man is found dead

in a motel less than 40 minutes from his home?

Yes, I do, which is why I broached it with his widow,

when I dropped her home.

(soft guitar music)

We were just taking some time out,

been getting on each other's nerves.

About?

God, nothing, everything.

Money, bills,

life, kids.

How old are your kids?

Nine and 11.

Mum's just taken them for some ice cream.

Haven't told them yet.

So yeah, we argued and then he said he was heading over

to Brokenwood to check into a motel.

Had that sort of thing happened before?

Oh, once or twice.

Next thing you know, he orders a pizza,

groins himself on a chair leg and it's, "Goodnight, nurse."

Hey, there's nothing more to do,

while we wait for the postmortem, so.

Ah,

I see where this is going.

Shame none of your friends showed up.

You know, busy people. Tip it up.

(phone ringing)

Give me a break.

(groans) Gina.

[Gina] I was right.

Heart trauma?

[Gina] Yes.

Okay, good, well, um, file that with the coroner

and we can all get on with our day.

No, you don't understand,

I was right in more ways than one.

You must come and I will explain.

(sighing) No, Gina, if it is natural causes, it's fine-

This man, he didn't just die,

he was killed.

I'm getting changed again, aren't I?

Yeah.

I was right about the heart trauma,

but your theory about the chair leg was not correct.

Well, actually that was your theory.

Kristin, please, this is serious.

The cause of the trauma was not blunt force impact.

What, steel-tipped cowboy boots?

A bullet or a bullet fragment to be precise.

This victim was shot.

(soft guitar music)

This tiny piece of twisted metal was all it took,

lying in the aortic valve.

So you're saying the entry point was-

The perineum.

Oh.

Oh, yeah, that's, ah.

Swollen, yes, luckily he dressed to the left

or the damage would have been worse.

(clears throat) That's, um,

that's not your typical bullet entry wound though, is it?

It was not the whole bullet, only part of it.

There must be another fragment somewhere else,

a ricochet perhaps.

But this fragment pierced the skin,

it entered the aortic artery and crushed the heart valve

before coming to a rest.

Hence no exit wound.

Type of bullet?

I'm guessing nine millimeters, but we wait for the test.

So handgun, not rifle?

We'll know more soon, you want another look?

No, no, thank you. - I think we're good.

[Daniel] Good.

(soft guitar music)

(car rumbling quietly)

We sign, we say a quick hello, we go,

no need to get the boils.

Okay. - (car doors clicking)

Oh, hello, weary travelers.

Tabatha.

Oh and you must be Beth, hello.

(Beth laughing) Oh, look at you.

Still got this old thing, I see.

Some things don't change.

Hm, so it would seem.

Come with me, sweetheart.

Come along, Michael.

Here we are, make yourselves comfortable.

Tea? - Thanks.

Ah, but we, ah, we won't stay long.

Oh, nonsense, you've come all this way.

We must lunch together,

I absolutely insist on making lunch for you two.

Well, I can catch up on old times,

and you. (Laughing) (Beth laughing)

Well?

Ah, that would be lovely.

Oh, great.

Michael.

Shall we, ah, get this out of the way first?

Oh yes, very well.

Gosh, I mean, let's not stand on ceremony.

Not that our ceremony was much, was it darling?

I mean, Michael. (Laughing)

Registry office amidst a whirlwind of passion,

that is until someone died and Michael was whisked off

to work for two weeks on a double homicide.

Still, eyes wide open, eh? (Laughing)

Ah, right, I'll just go find a pen.

Oh, I have one.

Oh, Michael, well, I can't use that, it's plastic.

I don't use plastic.

I mean, look around, do you see anything plastic?

No. - Hm.

Gosh, how do you do that?

Oh, commitment, but I'm sure I've got a wooden pen

around here somewhere, just let me see.

Oh, look, we're in luck, here we are, wooden pen.

Okay, right, let's do this, shall we?

Oh, "I, Tabatha Shepherd," that's me,

"And Michael Shepherd," that's you.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Ah, maybe if you just, um-

No need to rush.

Just, just here.

Ah.

Well, pretty simple in the end really, isn't it?

(soft guitar music)

Would you believe it?

Oh, I'm so sorry,

oh, apologies.

But not to worry though,

Owen at the local store will have one.

You want me to drive back to the store?

Oh, would you?

'Cause I realized we need saffron as well,

it's one of the few things I can't grow around here.

Owen has a secret stash out the back,

just tell him it's for me

and he'll put it in a paper envelope.

(Mike clearing throat)

Oh, no, no, no, no, leave Beth with me,

she can help me with lunch, we can bond.

(soft guitar music)

(background people chattering)

(soft guitar music)

The windows were all locked.

The offender had to come and go via the front door.

Did the victim bring this or was it delivered?

Um,

delivered, this made delivery 7:45 p.m.

A pizza delivery person could come and go

without creating suspicion.

Hm, you're thinking there was a tussle over the pizza?

Pizza guy pulls a gun, pops him?

Yeah, but given the entry point of the bullet,

he'd have to have asked him to lie down first.

Unless, and don't say no straightaway,

unless the victim tries to fend him off

with a Taekwondo kick.

The offender shoots him in there.

No.

Okay, just working the angles.

Yeah and splitting your pants if you're not careful.

Okay, well, the shot may or may not have left residue,

but it would've left an echo.

A gunshot must have reverberated around this place.

Not if they used a silencer.

A pizza man hit job, you reckon?

Hm, it's not Ray Neilson's usual style though, is it?

It was a pretty quiet night, 906 was empty,

904 had a young couple in it celebrating an anniversary,

one year, can you believe it?

I said, "Wait till it's 20, you won't be booking a room,

you'll be booking couples therapy." (laughing)

I will need their contact details.

Just thinking back to when you discovered Mr. Jacks,

did you notice anything unusual in the room.

Other than him, no, I thought he was just another

lazy guest not observing the rules.

Checkout's clearly stated as 10 a.m.

Mr. Jacks, we need to turn this room around!

(muffled man speaking)

(sighing) I'm coming in!

(door clicking)

[TV Announcer] All natural, all powerful,

one pill gives hours of fun

to you and your loved one, Erecto Magic,

feeling the greater good through greater wood.

So the TV was on?

Yes. - And you turned it off.

Well, I'd just found a guest dead,

I didn't want to hear an infomercial for male stamina pills,

hardly seemed appropriate.

Did you touch anything else in the room?

No.

And the door was definitely locked?

Of course.

And when someone walks out the door,

it will always self-lock behind them?

Yes.

(door clicking)

We will need to pull your CCTV footage.

Oh, whatever gets you guys out of here soon works for me.

(soft guitar music)

The Brokenwood Motel? - That would've been Dustin.

We had a few deliveries there last night.

Busy night, was it?

Roaring trade, it's the new menu,

doubling down on the whole avian theme.

Dustin should be back any minute.

Great worker, really embraces the Porky Pigeon ethos,

real stickability, why?

Sometime after Dustin delivered the pizza,

the recipient died.

Whoa!

Steady on, are you suggesting it was the pizza?

No.

Because I've got a triple C plus food safety rating

and that took a lot of work to get.

I'd like to talk to Dustin,

see if he saw anything suspicious.

So it wasn't the pizza then?

No, Ray, it wasn't.

Well, that's a relief.

(delivery van rumbling)

But I tell you, Dustin's not the sort of kid

to get himself into trouble. (car door thudding)

Dustin, D.C. Chalmers wants a word.

What?

I said D.C. Chalmers here wants a word.

(soft guitar music)

[Daniel] Do you remember delivering a pizza

to this gentleman at the Brokenwood Motel last night?

Yes.

And did you go inside the room?

No.

Did Mr. Jacks seem at all anxious?

No.

(knocking) Hello, Porky Pigeon Pizza.

Is it a bird, is it a plane?

No, it's Porky Pigeon Pizza!

Super fast, super taste, Superman. (Knocking)

(door clicking)

Hey. - Hey.

Just put it on the bench, thanks.

(soft tense music)

Keep the change.

Works every time, no one ever wants the change

and I get to keep it. (Laughing)

So you did go inside the room?

(soft tense music)

Yeah, but only to drop off the pizza.

Did you notice anybody else inside the room?

None that I saw.

And you made other deliveries

to the Brokenwood Motel last night?

Did you see any person or persons perhaps lurking around?

What?

I said did you see any person or persons

perhaps lurking around outside in the motel grounds?

Oh, no.

Two Bat Bird Supremes and one Iron Duck Man.

I've got go.

[Ray] 32 Tully Moore Ave.

Thanks, Ray. - All right.

The whole, is it a bird, is it a plane? That was my idea.

Simple business psychology equating any superhero

with a pizza and what have you got?

Aspirational pizza.

Does Dustin have a hearing impairment?

Well, he came in complaining of earache,

but he's just young.

Young people, they don't know how to listen.

Hey, ah, that bloke room 905,

how'd he die?

Thanks, Ray.

(mellow melodic music)

Detective, Long Island Ice Tea, Flaming Sambuca?

Tequila Slammer, what's your poison?

Just an answer to a question, Trudy.

Oh, I'm no narc.

As you are often at pains to remind me.

I understand a Fennella Richards works here?

What if she does?

Just like a quick word.

What's she done?

Nothing, as far as I know.

She's out there cleaning the ladies.

Thanks, you're always so helpful, Trudy.

(mop swooshing) - Floor's wet.

Fennella, remember me, Detective Kristin Sims?

Oh, yeah.

Can we have a word?

What about?

Well, if we talk, you'll find out.

(mellow melodic music)

Last night, you stayed at the Brokenwood Motel in room 904?

Ah-huh.

With a Curtis Cooper?

Yeah, so?

The manager said that you were celebrating an anniversary.

Ah-huh. - (door clicking)

One year, wait till it's 20, you won't be booking a room,

you'll be booking couples therapy. (Laughing)

(door thudding)

Relax, it's just a joke. Enjoy yourselves.

(mellow melodic music)

Bit of a creep, I reckon.

Still, congratulations.

Were you aware of someone next door in room 905?

Yeah, they were playing the TV quite loud,

kept changing the channel.

And did you two stay in all night?

Mm-hm.

Did you hear any other loud sounds at any point?

Like what?

Bangs, a scream perhaps?

From next door?

Yeah.

No. Why?

We're investigating the suspicious death

of a gentleman who was staying in the room

next to yours last night,

we're trying to piece together what happened.

Wow.

That's sad.

How did he die?

Gunshot wound.

You mean a suicide?

We're still working through the possibilities.

Can you tell me where I can find Curtis?

Why?

He might have heard something?

I don't think he did.

Well, still, if he did, it could be helpful.

I don't know where he is today.

Okay, can you give me his phone number?

Mm-hm.

Ah, my phone is with my stuff in the staff room.

Can I just text it to you?

Sure.

Here's my card, as soon as you can would be great.

Oh, um, could you just give me his address?

I might try there on my way back to the station.

It's, um, 47 Waterford Lane.

Okay, thanks.

(mellow melodic music)

Curtis, the cops are coming, get out of the house.

Just get out of the house and let me think.

(soft guitar music)

Gosh, what amazing soil you have.

Mm-hm, "All the better to eat you with." (laughing)

What?

Well, look at you in your red jacket,

I was thinking you look like Little Red Riding Hood.

"All the better to eat you with."

(laughing) I get it.

It's funny.

(birds chirping)

Ah, no doubt Michael has painted me as the Big Bad Wolf?

Oh, no, not at all.

Hm.

Has he pulled one of his stunts yet?

Stunts as in?

Oh, surely you know what I mean?

One of his obsessive close out reality

and everyone around him stunts.

Mike works hard and he's very good at what he does.

Oh, yes, don't we know?

No, in our brief tenure together,

one day, Mike suddenly wanted to take a holiday by a river

and I thought, "God, a getaway, that'd be lovely."

Turns out there'd been a homicide

involving an angler, a trout fisherman.

So less than an hour after we arrived

at our picturesque hideaway next to the Tongarira River,

Mike disappeared, I found him downstream in waders

trying to master the art of fly fishing

in the belief it might help him

get inside the mind of the offender.

And did it?

No, after watching him stand in the river

for all eight hours of both days of our break,

I couldn't care less.

It's important work.

Yes, but is it more important than you?

(soft guitar music)

Oh, gosh, this one's a big one.

(gasps) Oh, my God!

What?

Multiple crowns, it's a sign.

Sign of what?

Oh, nothing, nothing, no.

Sign of what?

Ah, so tell me, how did you and Michael meet?

(soft guitar music)

Okay, so this angle covers the walkway

and doorways for 905, 906, 907 through to reception.

Darren Jacks arrives at 4:20 p.m.,

he's shown in by the manager and then 15 minutes later,

he leaves and comes back at 4:55

with what looks like the six pack we saw in his room

and as he enters his room, he crosses with Fennella

and who I'm guessing is her boyfriend, Curtis Cooper,

there's some brief acknowledgement

and then they head off toward their room, then nothing.

He gets his pizza delivered.

Then nothing until,

the manager and the cleaner

open it at 10:30 the following day.

So that door remains shut the whole time,

except for the pizza delivery.

(phone ringing)

Sims.

Really, nothing at all?

Okay, thanks.

(receiver clattering)

Forensics found zero trace of gunpowder residue.

(soft tense music)

That's one very tidy shooter.

One who has the ability to evade CCTV.

Oh, he's back. - (car door thudding)

Apologies, that took longer than I thought.

Oh, time's nothing but a modern construct.

Sun rises and sun sets. (Laughing)

Ah,

saffron.

Fabulous, however, I'm sorry to say, my darling,

that we now find ourselves short of a pumpkin,

but a farmer friend two miles back from the motel

always has them.

You're kidding me?

Well, it's the hero item of the dish.

Possums got to my last one.

Tabatha.

I am not serving you two love birds anything but the best

and given where the sun is sitting in the sky,

we shall declare that lunch is to become dinner,

so there's no rush.

Fancy a ride?

Oh, don't be silly, no, we've got too much to do.

Beth's keen to learn how to mill the wheat

to make the pastry, aren't you?

You go, I'm having an interesting time.

Yes, off you go. - Mm-hm.

Jim Pringle's his name, Piper's Gate Farm,

it's easy to find.

Thanks, Michael.

Hm. (car door clicking)

Now, my darling, how would you feel

about me reading your Tarot?

(car door thudding) (car engine starting)

Hm?

(soft guitar music)

(car rumbling)

(melodic guitar music)

(melodic guitar music continues)

(phone ringing)

Mike?

Any developments?

Don't you have more important things to be focusing on?

Got a bit of time on my hands, I'm waiting for a pumpkin.

It's very Cinderella.

Hm, so what have you got?

Okay, well, the victim was shot,

most likely nine millimeter,

CCTV angle clearly covering his doorway tells us,

that bar a pizza delivery,

no one came or went from his room,

a room distinctly lacking gunpowder residue.

Talk me through every detail.

(mellow melodic music)

(mellow melodic music continues)

(car rumbling quietly)

(mellow melodic music)

(Daniel knocking)

(mellow melodic music)

[Daniel] I'm back at 47 Waterford Lane,

still no sign of Curtis Cooper.

Well, that's what Fennella Richards told me.

Just hang on, I'll chase her up.

(phone ringing) - Yeah.

Fennella, hi, it's Detective Sims,

still waiting on that number for Curtis.

Ah-huh, yeah, sorry, I forgot.

[Kristin] Well, could you send it through now?

I'd appreciate it.

Yeah, totally.

Okay, bye.

(soft tense music)

What are you doing?

[Fennella] Giving her your number.

Why? - Because if I don't,

then it'd make me look like I'm hiding something.

What am I gonna say?

Nothing, you don't just say anything, tell them nothing.

They don't know about me, do they?

No, Lila, you've not been mentioned.

Thank God.

(Fennella sighing)

Okay, I think...

[Fennella] What?

We left the cartridge there.

What?

When we got up and left, I was so worried about the gun,

I didn't see it, but it must be there.

Oh, my God!

You idiot! - Me?

This was your idea.

This is a disaster.

Lila, shut up, I need to think.

I mean, the cleaners would've picked it up, right,

chucked it in the bin?

If they did, then they would've told the cops

and if the cops knew,

then they would've already asked us about it.

So it's still there?

(soft tense music)

Are you sure they don't know about me?

No, they don't, which is why-

Okay, look, here's the thing,

you see that public picnic table over there?

You can sit there not drinking coffee and talk all day long

about feeling overlooked, but this table here,

I provided in exchange for the courtesy of people like you

buying coffee off me and drinking it here,

it's like buy a coffee, get the table for free,

it's kind of a long standing understanding.

Okay, we get it.

Curtis, buy us coffees.

(birds chirping)

This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

You are going back there tonight

and you are going to find that cartridge shell.

But the cleaners must have really liked-

The cleaners never clean where they don't have to,

I know that for a fact, check under the beds.

But why me?

(laughing) Because they don't know about you,

because Curtis or I would look suspicious

and because if it wasn't for you,

it wouldn't be there, would it?

(mellow melodic music)

Can we try another one?

Yes.

Oh, the Death card, interesting.

Death?

Oh, relax, when upright, Death signals new beginnings,

metamorphosis, change.

Oh, okay, no, I can see that.

Although it is reversed, which suggests stagnation

and decay, a sense of holding on.

Let's try another.

Hm, the Five of Wands,

that suggests rivalry, competition.

Okay, but it's reversed.

Yes, which means, oh, (laughing) nevermind.

Ah, no, no, no, no, no, no,

we've had the potato and all these cards,

I really wanna know. (soft guitar music)

Well, it suggest you're avoiding conflict.

But look, honestly,

look, these, these are just a snapshot in time.

Tomorrow, it could all be wine and roses.

I've never dabbled in these before,

I'm not sure how I feel.

Honestly, take it or leave it.

Although, I must admit, when I saw that multi-headed potato,

I did sense that the Earth

was sending up a message of caution

and it would've been remiss of me

not to at least try for some clarity.

Clarity on?

Well, it reminded me of when my mother died.

The potato?

Hm, it was a dark day.

Of course, because your mother died and I'm so sorry.

Oh no, not the death, that was expected.

No, the funeral, Michael promised not to be late

for the service, but of course he was, missed it completely.

He got waylaid by some precious detail on an investigation

and I thought, "Really, Michael?

Just this once, couldn't we-"

Oh, my God, that's so terrible.

I mean, I'm a reasonable person,

but your mother only dies once and he wasn't there for me.

I'm sure he would've been there if he could.

And I'm sure there were equally capable police persons

able to step in.

Anyway, I didn't speak to him for a week.

He put it down to grief,

but I admit it was the beginning of the end.

(soft guitar music)

So that potato, for a moment there,

I thought it was my mother rising up as a reminder,

my mother reaching out to you to just say,

"Good luck, my dear."

Oh, what's keeping him so long?

Yes, well, I was beginning to wonder that myself.

Old Jim Pringle no doubt will be chewing his ear off.

No, seriously, I'm worried.

Well, don't be, you know Michael.

You do know Michael, don't you?

(soft guitar music)

Yes.

Hidden cloud sometimes. - Hm.

Even so, I'm-

Well, that thing's no good to you here, I'm afraid,

we're in a dead spot I believe they call it.

But look, if you're really worried,

my neighbor can give you a lift back to the motel,

you can make a call from there.

Find Michael and that pumpkin

before the clock strikes midnight. (Laughing)

I thought you didn't believe in time.

I don't,

but you do.

(soft guitar music)

Curtis, thanks for coming in.

No worries.

You stayed at Brokenwood Motel last night, room 904?

Yeah.

With Fennella Richards?

Ah, yeah, yeah, I did.

It's your anniversary, I hear?

Yeah, yeah, two-year anniversary, pretty stoked, so.

Two years, I believe Fennella told my colleague

it was one year?

Oh, yeah, one year of actual going out,

but we've known each other for two years, so.

Right, so you stayed in all night, did you?

Yeah, man, yeah, ah, watched a movie and just, you know.

Cool, although I probably don't wanna know.

What?

The details.

(laughing) Oh, yeah, yeah, nice one.

Or,

maybe I do?

What?

Wanna know the details.

Oh. - (soft guitar music)

[Daniel] What was the movie?

Um, oh, what?

What was the movie as a matter of interest?

Yeah, ah,

I can't remember, I fell asleep, so.

You fell asleep on your big one-year anniversary

after two years, how'd your girlfriend feel about that?

Oh yeah, she was, you know, we'd had a few drinks and so.

Yeah, the cleaners mentioned,

that you left the place in quite a state.

Cleaners?

[Daniel] The motel cleaners.

Oh. - (soft tense music)

Did they say anything else?

About?

Oh, nothing.

Right.

Anyway, as you no doubt already know,

an event occurred last night,

which resulted in the death of a gentleman in room 905.

What kind of event?

Fennella didn't mention anything to you?

No, no, but I didn't hear anything, so.

Hear anything of what?

Hear anything of the, the event?

Well, you probably wouldn't hear

a heart attack, would you?

A heart attack, I thought it was a gun?

(soft tense music)

What makes you think it was a gun?

Well, you-you hear things and you know.

I thought you just said you didn't hear anything?

I didn't, I didn't.

Seriously, I don't know anything about guns

or anything about anything, anything about...

(soft tense music)

(car rumbling quietly)

Here you go.

All right, really appreciate it.

(car door thudding) Thanks, mate.

(car rumbling quietly) - Hm, evening.

Hi.

So do you and Mike fancy an aperitif?

Ah, no, we're good, thanks.

Right, right. - (car rumbling)

(door rumbling) - Mike.

(melodic guitar music) Mike?

Mike!

Oh, my God!

Oh! - Are you all right?

(laughing) I'm fine, I'm, I'm fine, sorry.

[Beth] Did you faint?

[Mike] No.

Did you fall off the bed?

I was on the floor.

Why were you on the floor?

I was thinking.

Thinking,

while I was stranded with your not so ex-wife

listening to her proclamations and incantations?

Yeah, what's she been saying?

More than I care to know.

Meaning?

What were you thinking about, Mike?

Us?

Her?

Not her.

Not me?

Work.

(gentle guitar music)

Maybe,

just this once,

you can focus on the task at hand,

assuming that is still important to you?

It is.

Then we've got a bloody pumpkin to deliver.

(soft guitar music)

I went down to see my guy just after midday

The lights were out in the cold house

And her brown eyes looked gray

Somehow

Somehow

(soft melodic music)

(soft melodic music continues)

(soft melodic music continues)

(Gina knocking)

(door clicking)

(Gina speaking Russian)

It means what a lovely house.

I hope it never falls down while you are sleeping

and I bring you borscht.

Oh!

Ah, I can stay as long as you like.

(door thudding)

Oh, you like to take home pictures of the victim too?

Too? Ah, no.

(soft tense music) (laptop clicking)

This one just has me, you know,

working through the scenarios.

Hm, would you like me to help you unpack?

I could go through your things.

Ah, no, well, to be honest, I'm quite tired,

so I was just gonna have an early night.

Of course, we must eat.

Ah, actually, I was gonna save that for later.

And bring bad luck upon the rest of your life?

No way, where I come from,

when someone give you borscht to bless a new house,

you must share it with the giver

or unspeakable tragedy may visit you every waking moment.

Of course, what was I thinking?

You were not to know, I'll get the bowls.

Which box has the bowls?

(Kristin sighing) (mellow melodic music)

What's taking her so long?

I don't know, maybe she's fallen asleep on the floor.

Beth.

I just wanna get out of here.

Me too, maybe we could make a run for it?

And leave without the one thing we came to get?

No, thank you and then Tabatha and I

actually threshed the wheat to make the flour

to create the pastry on the courgette pie.

Yes, she's a dab hand in the kitchen. Michael,

you've done well there. (Laughing)

Shall we? - Hm?

Do what we came here to do?

Oh, yeah, all right.

"I, Tabatha Shepherd."

It hasn't changed from earlier today.

Oh, all right, grumpy. (Laughing)

Right, oh.

Oh, what?

Oh, what, it's faulty.

You wouldn't read about it, would you?

Oh, well, you're just gonna have to take it back to Owen

and swap it out in the morning for one that actually works.

It was his last one.

[Tabatha] Oh, dear.

But you'll be happy to know he was putting an order in,

hopefully they'll be in tomorrow.

Oh, that's a relief,

we'll just come back then and we'll take care of it.

Or you could use this one.

Oh! - Just this once.

Michael, it's plastic.

Come on, you know I have my-

Principles, yes.

Hm. - Hm.

Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.

He's clearly not used to raw foods. (Laughing)

Oh, Beth, darling, Michael understands,

he's a man of principles himself.

I know.

You'll be in safe hands

on the rare occasion they're around.

Would you like some more wine?

Yes, please.

(wine pouring) - Oh, there we go.

(door thudding)

(soft guitar music)

There's wine, there's ice cream, there's jam.

My fourth husband.

(soft guitar music)

(paper rustling)

(Mike sighing)

(soft guitar music)

Drive safely, bye!

(sighing) The whole pen thing,

you know she's been toying with us?

Well, two can play at that game.

No games, please.

My God, how did you two

even get together in the first place?

You don't even seem like you're on the same-

Wavelength?

Planet.

Hm.

(car engine starting)

(soft guitar music)

Mm, wow,

it's like a bowl of lukewarm beetroot.

Very good for the liver and the armpit secretions.

Oh, thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Oh, this is so nice, you and me having dinner together

in your new house with three bedrooms.

So you'll be looking for a flatmate?

No, I mean, ah, I haven't really thought about it.

Sharing cost is a huge help.

Hm, um, Gina, you mentioned that the time of death

on the victim was between 22:00 and 24:00 hours?

Between 10 p.m. - and midnight, yes.

And would it have been instantaneous?

No, but fairly quick, maybe one minute, maybe two.

You sure about that?

Kristin, I'm always sure.

(wine pouring) (soft guitar music)

I do like your house.

I left my western shirt in San Francisco

And my favorite pair of boots in Marseilles

And my cowboy hat's floating out in the Tokyo Bay

These are just some of

Oh!

Apologies.

Too loud, was I?

I couldn't sleep anyway.

That song you were singing?

Oh, yeah, Sin City, oh, they're a great band,

real sing along stuff, playing tomorrow night

at Rudy's Saloon if you're in need of a boogie.

Ah, actually tonight, oh, gosh, is that the time?

Goodnight.

Sure and I'll knock it on the head.

These motel walls are paper thin, I know,

but just trying to keep your head in the game. (Laughing)

(soft tense music)

(phone ringing)

(objects clattering) - Oh.

Mike.

He must have been shot from next door, the next room.

[Kristin] What?

Check the walls, somewhere, somewhere,

there must be a point of entry.

Motel walls are notoriously thin.

Mike, who are you talking to?

Let me know what you find, I've gotta go. (Clears throat)

(soft tense music)

(mellow melodic music)

(Daniel sighing)

At 2:30 in the morning,

I'm hoping this is going to be incredibly revealing.

Yeah, me too

and if not, blame Mike.

(Kristin clearing throat) (door clicking)

Thank you.

Thanks.

Lie on the bed like you're watching the TV.

I could have done that at home.

(Daniel exhaling heavily)

Now cross your legs.

Okay.

More.

Safe to say, I'm feeling very objectified here.

Oi, you, quiet in the cheap seats

and just watch the TV, all right?

(tense melodic music)

(tense melodic music continues)

Voila.

Get next door.

(door clicking)

(tense melodic music)

(tense melodic music continues)

And there it is.

Best guess?

Air product.

Did you test for gun residue?

The place was cleaned.

You wanted to do the laser test?

Ah, yeah, just here, thank you.

Okay, they are good to go.

[Daniel] And you want me to lie down on the bed again?

Well, it won't hurt a bit. - Thought you might say that,

that's why I invited my mate, Waldo.

Well, who's Waldo?

(soft upbeat music)

Waldo,

loves this stuff, it's what he was born to do.

(Waldo thudding)

He's been waiting patiently in the back of the ESR guy's van

as he does day in and day out,

so if he missed this opportunity, he might get depressed.

Do you want Waldo to be depressed?

No, I certainly do not.

Hm, Waldo, don't worry about the scary lady.

She may aim laser beams into your private parts,

but don't take it personally.

(Kristin laughing)

Fire away!

Okay, light her up.

Bullseye.

See, didn't feel a thing, did you, Waldo?

Unlike Darren Jacks.

(soft guitar music)

(phone alerting)

(soft guitar music)

(soft guitar music continues)

(soft guitar music continues)

(soft guitar music continues)

(coffee pouring) (Daniel sighing)

Hey.

Look at this.

Dustin Ormsby delivers a pizza to room 904

and doesn't leave again for over an hour

and when he does.

(soft tense music)

He's half naked and running

like he's being chased by the Devil.

What the hell's going on in there?

Oh, good work, where was it?

Found it under the bed,

with her.

(tense melodic music)

Hello, Lila, I'm Detective Sims.

My colleague tells me he found you

in quite an unusual place.

Hello.

Under the bed of room 904 at 4:43 a.m.

Why were you there?

I got lost, I was disorientated. (Clears throat)

Had a few drinks, must have blacked out.

Where were you drinking?

At Snake and Tiger.

With? - Friends.

And at the motel, I take it,

you were looking for something?

No.

Really?

You weren't looking for something like this?

It's the cartridge that was once attached to the bullet,

nine millimeter, otherwise known as a Parabellum.

Mean anything to you? - No.

You sure about that?

It's not, no, I-I mean, I don't know anything about guns.

So you'd never been to room 904 before?

No. - You sure about that?

Yeah.

It's curious,

because I've been watching a lot of CCTV

and most of it is incredibly dull,

but occasionally,

it gets interesting.

(tense melodic music)

Looks a lot like you, wouldn't you agree?

Let's stop beating around the bush, shall we?

Fennella Richards, how do you know her?

In passing.

In passing, and Fennella was happy for you

to gatecrash their one-year anniversary stay over

at the Brokenwood Motel?

I know Curtis better.

Dustin Ormsby, you know him?

He was my boyfriend.

Was?

We split up.

Was this before or after he delivered pizza to room 904?

Before.

And how did you feel about him turning up?

Fine, no hard feelings.

Pizza was good.

Lila Hayes, you are under arrest for being unlawfully

on the premises of the Brokenwood Motel.

(soft tense music)

We will be holding you overnight,

or what little remains of it.

What? - Up.

Do you have a lawyer? - No.

Well, you will be given a list of duty solicitors.

To the left, this way.

Lila Hayes is entering a period of quiet reflection,

while we wait for a lawyer to be assigned.

Who is on duty today?

And don't tell me it's Dennis Buchanan.

No, it's not, it's anyone from Nathan and Associates.

And why are you smiling at 5:30 a.m.?

Because Curtis Cooper's father

is a registered antique gun collector.

I reckon that's worth a visit.

(mellow melodic music)

Hm.

(mellow melodic music)

Big night?

What?

No.

Maybe.

Well, we really need to talk.

I'm late for work.

I'll write you a note.

Seriously, I can't be late.

And we seriously need to talk.

(tense melodic music)

Oh, what is that?

It's coffee or is your hangover so bad, you can't tell?

No, that's not coffee, that's a really-

Free, it's free coffee.

So you and Curtis celebrated your one-year anniversary?

[Fennella] Yeah.

It's romantic, isn't it?

Go to a motel, have some special time,

bottle of wine, some candles maybe.

I am interested in how are a firearm

fitted into your evening?

Was that part of the romance package, was it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Where'd it come from, was it yours?

No. - So there was a gun,

a handgun, I presume?

What is this?

This is you being straight with me, Fennella,

where did it come from?

(soft tense music)

Well, your mother used to own the Brokenwood Museum,

did it come from there?

There are no firearms in the museum.

Did Curtis bring it then?

Why are you so fixated on some gun?

Because a man is dead, Fennella

and the gunshot that killed him

came from the room that you were in.

Dustin Ormsby,

do you know him?

Yeah, we've met.

But you've more than just met,

he spent over an hour in your room.

He popped in.

Hm, he popped in and then he popped out half dressed,

running for his life an hour later,

so what can you tell me about that?

He delivered the pizza, we said, "Come in."

He decided to hang out

and then we played Strip Jack Naked and he lost.

Do you know what time it is?

It's super early.

It's just after eight a.m., knock-knock time.

What?

Knock-knock. - (soft tense music)

Who's there?

No, Fennella, it's not a joke.

Knock-knock is the sound my colleague is making

on the door of Curtis Cooper's father's house

right about now. (Daniel knocking)

(door clicking)

Curtis Cooper, we'd like to come in

and check your father's gun collection, is that okay by you?

Um, why?

We're checking guns in the area

as part of our current investigation

starting with your father's.

Oh, he's not here.

Oh, lucky for us, you are.

Can show us where he keeps them?

Yeah, I don't, I don't know.

We wanna eliminate any of his guns from our inquiry.

I'll call him for you if you'd like to check,

tell him there's been some trouble with guns in the area.

I'm sure he'll understand.

Wait, so if you come in, they'll be eliminated?

That's a definite possibility.

May we?

(soft tense music)

Wow, would you look at that?

I'm starting to think you've been lying to me, Curtis.

No.

You said you didn't know anything about guns.

I don't, they're my dad's, old stuff, muskets and junk.

Was one of these guns fired in room 904 that night?

Doubt it.

I do doubt it,

it being a story that you've been telling me.

They're like antiques, no one's allowed to touch them.

Not even you?

No.

(soft tense music)

So you've never touched any of these guns?

Probably good to double check that, eh?

I don't know anything about anything.

(birds chirping) (soft guitar music)

(waves lapping)

(soft guitar music)

(soft guitar music continues)

Mike!

I was down at Owen's when the courier came.

Ah.

Don't get a lot of couriers around here, quite exciting.

Anyway, Owen thought you might want this.

Oh, thanks, you've saved me a trip.

You didn't see Beth out walking, did you?

I did, I did, I offered to give her a ride back here,

but she asked to be dropped off at Tabatha's.

How do you know Tabatha?

I was married to her.

Wow!

Well, if you need a beer later, I'll be, um-

Yeah, got it, Marcus, yeah.

(soft guitar music)

Curtis, just through here.

(door clicking) - Not so fast, Detective.

[Kristin] Dennis.

Have you spoken to Mr. Cooper yet?

No, but we were just about to.

Oh, without me? How rude.

(soft guitar music)

So you have nothing to link that cartridge to my client?

[Kristin] Not yet.

Do you have anything to link that gun to that cartridge?

We will conduct tests.

On what grounds?

On the grounds that this cartridge was found in room 904

of the Brokenwood Motel after your client had stayed there.

Where was it found?

It was found under the bed,

along with a friend of Curtis' named Lila Hayes,

who had broken into the room,

while our team were readying for a search.

(mellow melodic music)

Saved our team quite a lot of time in the end.

[Dennis] Who's to say she didn't plant it there?

Oh, for God's sake, Dennis. - Or given the declining

standard of cleanness these days,

that cartridge could have been there for some time,

could it not?

Any number of guests could have dropped that cartridge,

but you come at my client with a certain prejudice,

given his esteemed father,

the highly successful businessman, Mr. Curtis Cooper Senior,

happens to be a collector of classic firearms.

So tell me, are you going to be testing

all nine millimeter guns in the district?

As yet, we don't think it'll be necessary.

On the contrary, I feel it's imperative, is it not?

'Cause that cartridge could've been expelled

from any firearm bearing a nine millimeter ammunition

and until that cartridge is linked to my client's Luger,

which is a rare and precious piece of military memorabilia,

then any further conversation is moot.

Still, we would like to talk

about what happened in that room, Curtis

and whether or not you're responsible for firing this gun.

Curtis, you're not required to speak.

In fact, your father has specifically asked me

to speak on your behalf, now until you have probable cause,

then that gun must legally remain in the hands

of its lawful owner and as the owner's representative,

I shall be returning it to its safe and lawful abode.

(Daniel sighing) (door thudding)

We have a fingerprint match with the cartridge

and Curtis Cooper.

(soft tense music)

So Curtis,

how did your fingerprints get on this cartridge?

Detectives, a word with my client?

(tense melodic music)

(Kristin clearing throat)

(bag rustling)

We'll get those tests underway.

(door thudding) - You let them

fingerprint you? - I didn't know that-

Yeah, see, that's your problem, Curtis.

Now, according to your father, you spent the last 24 years

determined and not knowing too much.

It was an accident. - I don't need to know,

all right, don't tell me.

Let me give you a little bit of advice

and try to let it stick into that porous brain of yours.

Just because you did it

doesn't have to mean that you are guilty.

Let's get out of here before they pull up the drawbridge.

Dennis was getting antsy there.

Yeah, but he'll be back to his usual smarmy self,

if forensics can't match the Luger to that cartridge, right?

[Daniel] Hm.

So Fennella Richards is playing dumb,

Lila Hayes won't say anything without a lawyer present,

Dennis Buchanan's unleashed Curtis Cooper

back out into the world,

but surely Dustin Ormsby saw something, if not everything.

(mellow melodic music)

(store door bell dinging)

(door thudding)

[Daniel] Ray, is Dustin Ormsby here?

Mate, I wish, he went home sick 10 minutes after arriving,

still complaining of earache and running a fever.

Ray, I don't feel so good.

Mate, we're heading into the lunch rush.

I'm sorry, it's my ear.

He was sweating bullets and I can verify that,

because I'm now standing in a very damp pigeon suit.

You're saying he went home?

Yes, young people, no stickability.

Oh, if you're heading in that direction,

any chance you can take these to-

No chance, Ray.

Dustin delivered a pizza to room 904 on Saturday night,

just before 10 p.m.?

Yeah, last order, so?

He didn't leave the motel for another hour,

didn't that seem strange to you?

On the last order, he's free to head home,

he doesn't have to come back here.

Oh, I get it, so he was partying with the client.

Earache, my arse.

I'm pretty sure he has an earache.

(soft tense music)

(door clicking) (store door bell dinging)

Dustin's mother said he left for work an hour ago.

(car lock beeping) (car door clicking)

So if he's not at home or at work,

he's gone on the ground.

Hang on.

Dustin?

(melodic country music)

Oi!

If you wanna get closer, get closer, come on

Hey!

Don't take forever, that'll take too long

Watch out, Frodo!

Sorry, Frodo!

[Frodo] Come on, man!

If you wanna get closer, get closer, come on

Whoo!

(melodic country music)

Don't come any closer

or I'll jump!

Go ahead, then when you've taken off your wet shoes

and rinsed out your socks, we'll chat.

Jump or not, we're gonna talk, Dustin, up to you.

(tense melodic music)

I was gonna toast to drink

Today is going by

Leave your questions hanging without reply

Things don't always work out the way

They do in your mind

(car door clicking)

(car door thudding)

[Mike] Ah!

Wooden pens.

Oh! - Bamboo, to be precise,

12 of them.

Oh, let's hope we have more luck.

Where's Beth?

Oh, I thought she was with you.

Marcus Donovan said he dropped her here.

Yes, he did.

Well, we chatted for a bit and then she headed off,

said she felt like a walk.

And ah, what did you talk about?

(birds chirping)

Well, we chatted about this and that.

She wanted to know more about permaculture,

thought it might come in handy in Tiraha Bay.

Sounds lovely there, she said she'd been offered a job

and that you and she were both planning on moving there.

Yes.

Don't you wanna wait for her?

Ah, we need to hit the road.

Hm.

Well, it's been a long time coming, hasn't it?

(birds chirping)

Are you sure this is the right thing to do?

Whether you like Beth or not is irrelevant.

Oh, but I do like her.

Really?

Yes.

The question is, do you?

Of course I do.

Really? - Yes.

You love her?

Yes.

And why are you marrying her?

(soft guitar music)

Oh, come on, Michael, you and I both know,

that loving something more than your job

has always been a struggle for you.

Which is why I'm thinking of retiring.

(laughing) You retire?

Pigs in hell might freeze and fly.

Oh, be honest with yourself, Mike,

if not for you, then for Beth,

she's a lovely soul, she deserves better.

Are you gonna sign?

She wants something you can't give her.

Well, that doesn't come from a bad place,

just a place of experience,

of truth,

of love.

(soft guitar music)

Tabatha,

are you going to sign?

(door clicking)

Okay, Dustin.

I didn't see anything.

We haven't even asked you a question yet.

(door thudding)

Even still, I have nothing to say.

(Kristin clearing throat)

So why did you run?

Okay, what can you tell us about the events

from Friday night at the Brokenwood Motel?

We know you delivered a pizza to room 904.

We know you entered at 9:55 p.m.

and didn't leave for another hour.

Long time for the customer to take to find their money.

What happened in there?

It's time to come clean, Dustin.

Let's look at this another way, shall we?

We know what happened,

we know all four of you were in the room,

Lila Hayes, Fennella Richards, Curtis Cooper

and then you joined them, a shot was fired and a man died.

You were involved.

Were you involved, Dustin?

They're gonna kill me.

Who's gonna kill you, Dustin?

Curtis.

(soft tense music)

(Dustin thudding) Uh!

The other night never happened, got it?

You're hurting me, man. - I've got cops and lawyers

crawling up my arse because of you.

It's not me, man. - If you say one word,

one word, it'll be you next time, got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Got it? - I got it, I got it!

Uh! (Dustin thudding to ground)

(soft tense music)

[Kristin] "It'll be you next time."

What did you take that to mean?

That I'd be shot.

So Curtis had already threatened you

with some kind of gun before?

What type of gun was it?

I couldn't see anything.

No, no, Dustin,

we're not buying the whole see no evil line.

No, I mean it,

I-I couldn't see anything.

(Dustin knocking) (tense melodic music)

Hello, Porky Pigeon!

[Curtis] Come in, the door's open.

(door clicking)

Is it a bird, is it a plane?

No, it's Porky Pigeon, what the hell?

It was an ambush.

So you didn't know who ordered the pizza?

No and then the next thing I know, I'm tied to a chair.

What's going on? Who's there? Why are you doing this?

[Lila] You know why, Dusty.

Lila?

[Fennella] You are now seated in the chair of truth.

Fennella? Oh, my God.

[Curtis] We want answers.

[Dustin] Is that Curtis?

[Fennella] Are you cheating on Lila?

[Dustin] No.

[Lila] Is that why you've dumped me?

No, I swear.

[Lila] Don't lie to us, Dustin.

I'm not, I'm not.

And they just kept going at me,

on and on, convinced that I'd done the dirty on Lila.

Had you? - No.

So why do you think they thought that?

I don't know.

Lila came into work one time and accused me of it.

You're lying to me.

I'm not.

Look, it's just not the right time, okay.

Says who? - Says me!

I've got studies on, I need to focus.

It's really not you, Lila, it's me.

God, you're such a loser.

She wouldn't listen to me.

So take us back to the chair of truth.

It got out of hand.

Really out of hand. (soft tense music)

You know what this is, Dustin?

It's a cold, hard steel.

[Dustin] Please don't do this.

Of the barrel of a Luger, nine millimeter Parabellum.

Do you know what Parabellum means, Dustin?

No. - It means prepare for war.

I don't want war.

Oh, but you started a war when you cheated on Lila.

I didn't. - Who is she, what's her name?

There's no one. - What's her name, Dustin?

[Dustin] I swear.

Tell me.

I can't tell you something I don't know. (Gasping)

(soft tense music)

Do you know what this sound is, Dustin?

(gun clicking) (Dustin whimpering)

The sound that says prepare to die.

And it just went on and on, they wouldn't give it up.

I could hear they'd been drinking

and the more they drank, the more they taunted me.

[Curtis] This little piggy went to market,

this little piggy went home.

[Lila] This little piggy had roast beef

and this little piggy had none.

[Fennella] And this little went wee, wee, wee all the way-

(gun firing)

(Dustin thudding to floor) (soft tense music)

Who pulled the trigger?

I don't know.

I couldn't see anything.

All I could hear was the sound of it,

(gun firing) (Dustin gasping)

right next to my ear.

It was so loud,

it hurt.

And then what happened?

(sighing) And then when they were freaking out,

I managed to get my hands free.

Jesus Christ! - (Dustin breathing heavily)

(soft tense music)

Just let him go.

Say one word about this to anyone, anyone!

I won't, I won't, I won't.

(Dustin thudding)

(door thudding)

So Curtis pulled the trigger?

I don't know.

I wish I knew, I really do, but I just don't know.

(car rumbling quietly)

(birds chirping)

(car door thudding)

That was a long walk.

Oh, away with my thoughts.

I thought I'd lost you.

You did.

Ah, Tabatha's signed.

Oh, I'm happy for you.

Hey, I've been thinking, um,

that offer back in Tiraha Bay

and the idea of us both moving back there.

I've been thinking too.

You not working,

it's not gonna work.

Seriously, I can- - Come on, Mike.

It was a good idea in theory, but...

(soft guitar music)

Is this what I think it is?

I'm heading back to Tiraha Bay.

(soft guitar music)

If Tabatha-

If Tabatha taught me anything,

it was to listen to my heart, dig deep and really listen.

Oh, Michael will always fight the bad guys

and we love him for that, don't we?

Oh, of course.

It's his true calling.

Yeah.

But we all have our calling.

Just try to remember his calling and your calling

may not mean that you're called together,

when it really matters.

As with your mother's funeral?

It's not his fault.

It's who he is.

She told you about her mother's funeral?

In passing.

Did she also tell you that I was caught in a standoff

with a man I'd been tracking for three months,

a man who had killed a nine-year-old boy

and a 13-year-old girl?

No.

Hm, it was only him and me as I wait for backup.

If I walked away at that point,

he would've been free to do more unspeakable things.

She didn't mention any of that part, did she?

No.

But she knew it.

And that is so admirable, Mike.

(Mike exhaling heavily) That is so brave

and there is so much passion in what you do,

real passion there

and you'll always do it.

I'm sure with time, I can-

I don't need to hear

what you think I want to hear.

(birds chirping)

Are you sure this is what you want?

No,

but deep down, I know it's what I need.

Come here.

(soft guitar music)

Well, this is a unique feeling,

I don't recall any yelling.

[Beth] It's better to quit before the bad stuff starts.

(bus rumbling quietly) (soft guitar music)

We should get on the road.

(bus door hissing) (alarm beeping)

(soft guitar music)

Eight hours is a really long time

to sit in awkward silence.

Go far away if you want to

Oh.

Gina should have this back.

I'm sure she-

Oh no, it's better on her than me.

Bye, Mike.

Where you'll always know where you stand

Goodbye, Beth.

(bus door hissing)

Come back to me

When you want, come on home

(bus rumbling)

Come back to me

Come home

Come back to me

When you want, come on home

So we know all three were in the room with the weapon

and that it was fired.

But we still don't know who pulled the trigger.

(tense melodic music)

(door thudding)

This is a picture of your father's Luger

and this is a picture of the cartridge found in room 904,

which as we have established,

is covered in your fingerprints.

And we have a witness who places you in the room

with the Luger.

And the lab has verified that the bullet

was fired by this gun,

so can you please explain to us what happened that night?

On reflection, my client's got nothing further to add.

Your client was seen in the room, Dennis.

A witness told us that your client was using this gun

to taunt said witness.

Did this witness actually see my client holding the gun,

when it was allegedly fired?

No,

the witness didn't see him.

But the witness heard him cocking the gun,

saying, "Prepare to die."

All right, I brought the gun.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. - No, it's, it's okay.

I've, I've, I've got this.

Yes, I brought the gun, yes, I had it in the room,

yeah, it was loaded and it went off.

But just because I'm guilty doesn't mean I did it.

Tell them, Dennis.

(soft melodic music)

(sighing) Another word with my client, please?

By all means.

[Dennis] The legal definition of what you just did,

(door thudding) is moronic.

But you said-

I said to let me do the talking.

Now, I want you to think very, very hard, Curtis,

is it possible that you pulled the trigger?

No.

There, it wasn't difficult, was it?

But maybe, it was pretty crazy when it went down.

No, wrong answer.

If in doubt, the right answer is always, "I don't recall."

You got it?

(soft melodic music)

Do you think he did it?

He said as much, didn't he?

If he didn't do it, you'd think he'd want us to know that.

Well, hopefully one of the others

is willing to offer clarity.

(door clicking)

Okay, let's find somewhere to chat, shall we?

Oh, sorry, Curtis.

(soft tense music) Just try somewhere else.

(door thudding)

Gosh, it's quite hard to get a room in here today, isn't it?

Try room three.

(tense melodic music)

(door clicking)

Ah, here we go, take a seat.

(door thudding)

So that was quite some party that went on

in room 904 the other night.

We had a few drinks.

Yeah, but that's not all though.

I don't know anything about anything.

Hm, it's the party line, is it?

"I don't know anything about anything."

I don't.

The party line that got discussed

at the Snake and Tiger last night?

Who says I was there?

You were there loading Lila with drinks,

so that she could work up the courage

to break back into the motel unit and find the cartridge.

(glasses clinking)

Okay, you can do this.

I can't.

You can.

You have to, you're the one with the most to lose.

[Curtis] Totally.

Don't.

(soft tense music)

And that's the real clincher, isn't it,

that you and Curtis aren't even an item?

But he would do absolutely anything for you,

go along with your outrageous plan,

bring his daddy's gun, play boyfriend and girlfriend,

so that you could act out

this power play over Dustin Ormsby.

I don't know anything about anything.

But you do though and so does Lila.

How else did I know about the Snake and Tiger?

Actually, she's been very forthcoming.

This plan to torment Dustin Ormsby, was that your idea?

(tense melodic music) Curtis Cooper?

Was it Fennella's then?

We need you to say it, Lila.

Yes, (clears throat) yes, it was Fennella's idea.

There's no way he would dump you for any other reason.

There has to be some other woman.

You think?

I know.

What exactly do you know?

I know a way to get him to admit it.

Hey!

I don't pay you to stand around

and gossip all day, Richards, come on.

Slave driver.

Leave it with me.

And the gun, was that Fennella's idea too?

She said it would ensure Dustin would tell the truth,

but we didn't know it was loaded.

But it was.

It was never meant to be.

Curtis is just so in love with Fennella,

he'd do anything to impress her.

You're saying he loaded the gun?

Well, it wasn't me.

Uh! (Laughing) (background melodic music)

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy went home.

This little piggy had roast beef

and this little piggy had none.

And this little piggy went wee, wee, wee all the way-

(gun firing)

(Dustin thudding to floor) - Uh!

[Fennella] Oh, my God, Jesus Christ!

(soft tense music)

(gun clattering)

(shell casing clinking)

Just let him go. (soft tense music)

(door clicking) (Dustin breathing heavily)

[Curtis] You say one word about this to anyone, anyone!

[Dustin] I won't, I won't, I won't.

(door clicking)

(door thudding) - What are we gonna do now?

(soft tense music) My dad's gonna kill me.

[Lila] You didn't tell me it was loaded.

I didn't know! - Ssh!

(TV broadcasting quietly) (Curtis exhaling heavily)

He's still watching TV, he didn't hear anything.

We're gonna get done.

For what?

No one got hurt, but Dustin got the message,

don't mess with a 10 like you, eh?

Yeah.

(soft tense music)

Find something to fill that.

Tomorrow we check out and no one will ever know anything.

I didn't know it was loaded.

If I didn't know it was loaded, it wasn't my fault, right?

Well, you may not have known it was loaded,

but you still fired it.

She so did it,

she said so.

Lila might have pulled the trigger,

but you told Curtis to bring the gun.

I didn't know it was loaded.

Hm.

That's strange 'cause neither did Curtis.

Did you load the gun, Curtis?

I don't recall.

You either did or you didn't.

(soft tense music)

Yeah, but what if I don't recall?

There's a lot at stake here, Curtis.

If you didn't load the gun,

it would be in your very best interest to say so.

In that respect, she's right.

So did you load the gun?

Then who did?

So when did you load it?

(soft tense music)

At Curtis' place.

[Curtis] He keeps them in here.

[Fennella] Oh!

Pick any one you like, he'll never know.

This one.

Nice choice, the Luger.

Nine millimeter Parabellum.

Is it already loaded?

Oh, we're not having it loaded, no way.

We can't do that.

I'll find a bag, so it's not obvious when we check in.

[Fennella] Hm.

(soft tense music)

(bullets clattering)

What were you thinking?

How could you have possibly thought that would end well?

I was thinking,

that an empty gun was like an empty promise

and Dustin was full of empty promises.

And when did he let you down?

(soft guitar music)

I got your Valentine's card.

It was nothing.

No, it was,

but I have to be honest,

I have feelings for Lila, so,

but we can still be friends, right?

I just have to be honest,

me and Lila, I think there's a real connection.

(tense melodic music)

That's totally cool.

So you repaid his honesty

by pointing a loaded gun at his head?

(Kristin clearing throat)

Our forensic team

found this remainder of a bullet

in the wall embedded around a nail,

might have ended there had it not been for the fragment,

that sheered off and carried on its way.

I didn't know she was going to fire it.

But what you did know, all of you

was that there was someone next door

behind the wall the bullet went through

and you failed to check to see if he was okay

and he wasn't okay.

(TV broadcasting quietly)

(gun firing) (Darren grunting)

(tense melodic music)

(chair clattering)

(Darren breathing heavily)

(TV broadcasting quietly) (tense melodic music)

Maybe, just maybe if he'd received medical assistance,

the outcome could have been different.

As with the others, you will be charged

with conspiracy to kidnap, reckless use of a firearm

leading to involuntary manslaughter

and failing to provide assistance.

But that's not fair, that is so not fair.

Hm, well, try telling that to his widow.

(soft guitar music)

(phone ringing)

Kristin.

Oh, hello there, I'm just reporting in,

that you missed out on a Luger, a Parabellum in the perineum

and a mild hostage-taking situation,

but don't worry, it's all in hand.

I thought you were supposed to be moving house.

Yeah, well, I can multitask.

(birds chirping)

Sounds like you had an eventful weekend then?

[Kristin] Hm and you, no doubt?

Yes.

Wait, you two aren't driving back now, are you?

No, no, we're not.

(soft guitar music)

(car rumbling quietly)

(car door clicking)

(car door thudding)

♪ And my favorite pair of boots in Marseilles

♪ My yellow shades are still there in Glasgow

♪ And my cowboy hat's floating out in the Tokyo Bay

♪ These are just some of the things I left behind

♪ But darling, you were always on my mind

♪ These are just some of the things

♪ I left behind around the world

♪ But I always left my heart there with you, girl

♪ I left my passport in Atlanta

♪ And my wallet is in Hamburg, Germany

♪ My blue jeans are somewhere in Montana

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