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What do you mean, 'moving'? To Alberton. It's, uh-Where is not relevant.

You're in a beautiful new life in this beautiful place.

Wade and Penny, this is Ken -

the mayor of Alberton...

and Mrs Brady's brother.

There's a dope plantation under our field.

Where the fuck is my husband?

Mother-

Mummy loves you. You're the favourite.

We've got a cop tied up in our bath!

Get off-We shot him. We need to get him to a doctor.

You didn't trust that I could shoot him.

- What, just like you didn't trust me? - Pull the brake!

'I am often asked how I make my characters so compelling.

'The secret is simple - take their situation and make it worse.

'Assemble the forces of darkness around them.'

'Compound the danger.'

'Putting it simply -

'I make their lives misery.'

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Is there any point in looking? He's obviously not-Shh!

We should just fess up. Ross, Pig, the accident - everything.

They'll understand it's not our fault.

Wade, please don't talk any more.

Yeah, but all I'm trying to-Darling, you're still talking and not listening to me.

I was listening. No. No, you weren't,

because you never listen to me, and now Ross has escaped

and who knows where he's gone and what's going to happen to us if we don't find him,

and-Oh, yeah, now there's another dead body. That wasn't our fault.

Just shh while I try and figure out what to do, please.

Penny?

Wade?

Oh, balls.

Justin. Justin, he came right on to the other side of the road-

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. One at a time, eh?

The boy, he's dead.

De-Yeah, I saw that.

Anyone in the vehicle with him? A puppy.

It went into the bush. That's what we were doing. We were looking for it just now.

We're so sorry. I think Wade's in shock.

OK, so, the driver lost control and went over the bank.

Did you hit his car? No.

Did you drive at him? No.

So you were driving? It was me.

It was me. I...

Hadn't been on the old wacky baccy, had you?

No! God, of course not.

Right.

OK, well, that all checks out.

May as well head home.

What about the boy?

Like you said, he's deader than Diana.

Look, this is not your fault.

The boy was a bit of a psycho anyway.

But the parents - I mean, shouldn't someone contact them?

Hell, no!

You definitely don't wanna go there, bro.

Justin, my man!

Oh, hello, Penny.

Look, go home, bro. I got this.

Yeah?

Wade-o! Up top.

Come on, man. You're gonna love this shit.

He was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago.

Calls himself a taxi service.

Oh, hey! Hey. Joe. Joe? Excuse me. Joe?

Could you run me up?

Be careful. I've got eggs in there.

Oh! Hello, Simon.

Doing your drawings? That's very artistic, isn't it?

Such an artistic boy, isn't he?

Oh, and sorry to hear about you and Tina and, you know,

The separation.

Here - for your trouble.

OK. Here's what's going to happen.

We're gonna split up. Jesus, Pen.

Split up and look for Ross, Wade.

I'm sorry, but you just keep putting your foot in everything

and making it worse for us.

OK, can I just counter that with a response?

Firstly, I do not put my foot in everything.

I mean, I admit that sometimes- OK, no more talking!

Pen-Please.

You need to trust me now and just let me be in charge, Wade.

Ross is injured, he's tied up and he's wasted on sleeping pills,

so he can't have gotten very far.

I am gonna stay around here and make sure that he doesn't get to Justin.

And you - you head up the road to the nearest farm,

make sure that he hasn't gone there to find a phone.

And call me if you find him first.

Do you have a problem with any of that, sweetheart?

No.

Good.

Gus, I keep telling you, it's not crypto.

Now, you got to stop looking shit up on that Internet.

I mean, you just got to use- Just got to use your...

Gazer, what have they done to you? Boy, look, there's gunk all over you and everything.

Oi!

Slow down, you mongrel!

50K in town.

This town's gone to the dogs.

Yep, definitely a dog poop. I know these things.

Oh, shit. How did she find out?

I have no idea.

Lulu, you can't be here. We need to process the crime scene.

You get the fuck out of my way.

Get out.

What happened?

What... happened?

Your son was coming around a corner too fast

on the wrong side of the road, and saw an oncoming car-

Oncoming car?

What oncoming car, huh?

Did someone drive him off the road?

No. Sadly, it's pretty clear that Braden was in the wrong.

The shoe-Well, you can see what happened.

What about you, Rogan Josh?

I... concur.

Is that human?

No, it's from-That is human.

Yes, it's human.

Yes, yes, it's human. Thank you very much. Come again.

I want you to clean my boy up and get him back to mine.

And bring the shoes.

You stupid little shit.

Oh, you've really kissed the greasy butt crack on this one, haven't you, Waderoonie?

Shot a cop, let him escape,

killed a kid.

And you are so fricking useless, even your wife had to take over.

Just when I thought you couldn't get any more dickless.

Bingo!

She hasn't got the big picture yet.

She just needs to find her way to my way of thinking.

Has it at any stage occurred to you that Penny is a lot - a lot - smarter than you?

The big question is - why's she hung around this long?

You don't know Penny!

You know fucking nothing!

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

Hipster!

Your fucking flash suit.

Pig is missing,

Ross is also missing,

and my beautiful boy Braden...

is dead.

Sorry and that.

We know he was your favourite and everything.

I want some fucking answers, so if any of your maggots are hiding anything from me...

I'm just gonna say this - what if Pig and Ross have left to start up their own operation?

Wrong, Fuckleberry Finn. A munter left a giant turd in the back seat of his car -

a calling card, and that turd is a fucking declaration of war.

Who would be d-d-dumb enough to go to war with us?

W-w-w-alker.

It's Walker and his crew. This is their work.

If they want a war, they've got one.

Jimmy, babe? I want you to go around to their place and torch it.

Are you sure you want to upset the peace?

Well, they're not gonna get away with it.

Jimmy, you burn those fuckers.

Don't fucking move, Ross!

Shit. Shit, I'm sorry.

So-Oh my God. Are you-?

Are you-? Oh, you all right?

Oh, oh. Are you all right?

Mr Worthington, are you having a heart attack?

Are you-? Whoa! You all right?

OK? Have you got a condition?

Yeah? You got some pills, Mr Worthington?

Ken?

Kenny?

No!

No, no, no!

No!

Hello?

Only me! WHISPERS: Oh, shit.

Sorry! Sorry!

I've got the tea you like.

Oh, and your favourite - satsumas.

Ken?

Oh, Ken. What have you done?

Probably best not to tell the missus about this one, eh?

Can someone shut him up, please?

Shut up.

You like cooking?

Yeah, I like cooking.

So what am I meant to make with these ingredients?

I have a jerrycan full of gas and a scumbag who smells like gas.

I would say someone was cooking up a bit of arson.

No, no, no, no, no.

I was just broken down. Had to get some gas.

You're part of Pig's crew, aren't you, small-timer?

Mm-mm.

Don't insult my intelligence.

Uh, come on, come on, come on.

It always takes a few strikes when it's cold, eh?

Lulu sent me to torch your place!

P-Pig is missing and you killed her son and left a turd on his back seat.

Any of you fellas taken a shit on a back seat lately?

Uh, nah. No.

Why don't you go back and tell Lulu that we've got no beef with her or with Pig,

and that laying turds in cars isn't really our, um-it's not really our jam.

Just one thing -

what do you small-timers have that's so good it's worth hiding from us?

Fair enough.

Don't want to speak with me. Maybe you wanna speak with my boss?

Would you rather speak with Walker?

Hm?

Pig, Ross and Lulu have a massive underground d-dope plot

and they're coining it big time.

I could take you there. It's over at Rose Cottage.

Eight months, barely nothing. Today - two in one day. Dude, who would have thought it?

I will continue your legacy, Ken. I will.

That was what he always wanted. They were literally the last words he said to me.

His last words? Mm.

Are you sure they weren't, 'I'm having a massive heart attack, '?

What?

Caused by stress, I'd say.

Yeah. He was masturbating. That must have triggered the attack.

Excuse me!

Well, he has his penis in his hand, see?

Oh! Still going strong at his age.

Kudos to you, dude.

Are you sure?

What do we have here?

It's Mrs Brady. Oh!

His sister. His own sister. That's what he was whacking off over.

That is so twisted.

Wade. Wade, did you find him?

Penny, have you ever heard of Donna Marina?

Cutter, I-Arguably the most reviled woman in the Hispanic world.

Donna Marina is known as a traitor and in some circles the harlot

who betrayed her people to the viciously cruel Spanish conquistadors.

Penny, when you moved to the back of bumfuck,

you assured me that your work would not suffer.

Yes, and-I have publishers breathing down my neck.

They want the manuscript of the Hungry Grave-I promise-

and they are getting nervous! I will get something to you.

Penny?

I want to remind you who pays your wages,

who bought you your house, because it certainly wasn't that useless and redundant husband of yours,

was it? It was me!

I need you and your crew here right now.

Peak of the season, Lulu.

Our boys are chokka. Got to keep up the legit side of the bizzo, eh?

I don't give a fat, flying fart what your boys are up to.

My boy is dead.

Dead.

D-E-...

Owen? A.

D-E-A-D. Dead!

So when do you need us there?

ASA - fucking - P.

Where the fuck am I?

This is it, isn't it?

Do you smoke?

Not even a final cigarette or a final meal?

It's delicious.

Just like my nana used to make.

Whoa!

Pen, what are you doing with a gun?

You could hurt yourself or kill someone.

What happened? Did you find anything? Did you find him?

OK. New plan, then.

We go home

and we destroy any evidence that Ross was ever there.

Why do we have to buy carrots? You'll see.

L-L-Look out!

Shit.

It's the cop.

We should take it back to Lance.

Nah. Gotta go to the plot, make sure it's real.

It's r-r-real.

I'll b-b-believe it when I see it.

Grab his legs.

You have reached the office of Mayor Kenneth Worthington QSM.

Please leave a detailed message.

Here's your message - there's a huge bloody cock on Gazer.

Out there, the statue of our most famous equestrian beast stands defiled

by a penis!

I mean, where is our police chief?

And what about our mayor?

Yeah, as usual Ken has taken his hand off the rudder.

This town has gone to the dogs,

and there's been a shopping trolley in that creek for weeks,

dawdlings in the bus shelter.

Someone needs to clean up this town. Yep, somebody should. Too bloody right, they should!

Damn it, Bev.

Can I borrow a ladder and a bucket?

All this - this mess around here - and the trail of blood to the door.

All this blood here. This all needs to be cleaned up.

And the bullet.

Oh.

Oh. Wow.

Wow. I can chisel that out. Good.

Yes, and chisel all around it as well, so that it doesn't end up looking like a bullet hole, OK?

Pen?

That stuff you said -

about me not listening and putting my foot in it. Wade, just-

Is that a recent thing or something you've felt for a while?

I don't know.

Right.

I just think it's important that we talk about this.

Please, Pen.

I don't know. I guess-I guess since we got here and these things started happening.

Why didn't you say something to me?

I don't know.

We've never even had a fight before, Wade.

I don't even know how, and you probably wouldn't have listened to me anyway,

since you always think that- So it's a listening thing?

Look, you just need to trust my judgement a little bit more. Trust? Judgement?

You just-

Right now we're in the middle of this... thing, and I can't even begin to do this...

until we've sorted that, OK?

Pen, I've only ever wanted to do the right thing.

Then just do as I say, please.

Ah, lovers' tiff.

Who are these two dickheads, anyway?

These are the two dickheads who pay the power bill for the crop without a bloody clue they're doing it.

What's to stop them from finding the plot?

What?

Holy fuck! Run!

That thing is the devil.

See?

This is some good shit.

Yeah. State-of-the-art set up.

I helped Pig set it up.

So just take a photo on your phone and flick it off to Lance.

No. I'll need some hard evidence. What if the Aucklanders come?

Fuckin' A.

Watch yourself, Baldy.

What was that, Baldy?

What the fuck?

Come here. Come here, you bastard. Come on. Come on.

Braden loved a fire, even when he was a little kid.

He almost took the school down once.

Little piglet.

Are you sure?

Right.

Uh, well, get back here as fast as you can.

Tell me those wankholes are toast.

Um...

There was no fire.

Excuse me?

There was no fire, and there's no Jimmy.

So he's either chickened out or Walker's boys got him.

Love you. Yeah, love you too, Mummy. Bye!

What can I do for you?

Have you told anyone about...

Ken?

What's this?

There are details of Kenneth Worthington's death

I would prefer not to be spoken about or found in any medical records.

I'm buying your silence, Dr Ganesh. Do you understand?

Dog.

It's imperative that no one ever find out about how he died.

Even more imperative because it's been Ken's long-held wish that he be buried with his sister.

I'm sorry?

He wants to be buried in the same grave as his sister.

They're going to dig up her grave and bury him on top of her?

That is sick!

Walker, can I have a word?

They say there's messages in the white noise.

We underestimated Pig and Lulu.

They've been growing and dealing right under our noses.

Never thought they'd have that in them.

Little pig.

Well, apparently Pig's gone AWOL - so has Ross, the cop.

Turns out he was in their pocket the whole time.

When my enemies' battlements lie in disarray...

I rejoice.

Could be an opportunity.

Shall we get back into the weed business?

A takeover?

Sounds like fun.

You hear that?

This gun doesn't hesitate. This gun devastates.

Shut your fucking hole!

What are you thinking, boss?

Smells like an ambush to me.

Pig and Lulu and the cops... it's like they're trying to draw us out.

You could be right.

Oh, I am right, right as rain.

Sparkle dust on my fingertips.

I'll send Swede over to suss it out.

Send the quiet one too.

I like him.

He gives me the creeps.

I know! What if they hide the body in Mr William's grave?

No, there's a better way of doing it.

What if the Red Door Killer hides the body in a place no one would think of looking for it?

In a freshly-dug grave.

That's just-That's what I was saying just before-

Ah-hah! That's it, you see?

That's the twist that no one will expect coming.

Oh! Well, I've earned my money today, eh?

Put it down - a freshly-dug grave.

Cutter, um, did you get the chance to read my manuscript?

Oh, yes, I-I skimmed it.

So, what did you think?

Look, Penny. I-I think it's really sweet of you trying to write.

I could've fixed it, of course, but I asked myself, 'Why bother?'

Why bother, because you are a perfectly adequate editor.

You correct my little typos and whatnot.

'You should stick to what you really do well.'

Thanks, Bev. You've been working like a Japanese prisoner of war.

Oh, good on you, chook. That one's on the house.

Can't lie to you, Bev. I made a pig's arse of it.

Gazer's worse now than it was when I started.

No! At least you tried, and that's the main thing.

Yeah. Just trying to do my civic duty.

It's not like our slack-arse mayor was gonna get off his backside

and do anything about it. Lazy old git.

What?

Ken...

he passed away today.

Well...

don't I look like a prize prick?

I'll admit I had my differences with old Ken.

We all did.

But in the end, he was a good stick.

To Ken,

gone but not forgotten.

To Ken.

Now that Ken's gone, Chalky, are you going to step up?

Bugger me, Tina. The man's barely cold.

Oh, come on, Chalk. We all know you've fancied the job for years.

Not interested!

Oh, that's a shame cos I'd vote for you.

I know I haven't been myself lately, Pen.

If I'm totally honest, it's the bodies.

They're-

They're messing with me big time. There's so many bodies.

I know.

But, you know, at the end of the day, they only had themselves to blame.

Live by the sword, die by the sword.

This is our dream,

and we deserve it! We don't deserve to go to prison.

But I need to know that you feel the same way. That you're willing to fight for this.

Of course. I want what you want. Good.

Good.

Then let's focus on what we can control, huh?

I found some maps.

See, this is the road that we were on. There.

So there's only a couple of places he really could've gone -

up along this ridge, down into this gulley or he could've ended up in the forest down here.

So we go back?

Yeah.

I mean, unless you've got a better idea.

No. No. No, it's a really good idea.

I mean it, and I totally listened to everything you said.

OK.

OK, let's go.

Where the bloody hell are you?

You're supposed to be taking Simon to swimming practice, or did you fucking forget again?

Well, he's your son too, you know.

I'm leaving in 10 minutes, and you better bloody be here.

Those kids have been hassling him again.

Shit.

It's Lance. They're Walker's crew.

Shit.

Hello.

Oh, you're showing a lot of scrote turning up here after what youse did to my Braden.

That wasn't our work, Lulu.

I'm sorry for your loss.

It's one of yours. It's one of mine.

Did you do this?

That's Jimmy.

I'll take that as a no,

which means, you and me,

we have a mutual problem.

Heard you built a plot - a big one.

So?

None of my business. The deal's always been -

you don't mess with us, we don't mess with you.

Guess neither of us benefits from fucking that arrangement up, right?

See, something else is going on here.

Someone's trying to play us off against each other.

Someone did that to Braden.

Someone did this to our boys -

the same someone that did this

to Ross.

There's a new player in town.

Hey?

Hey.

It's OK.

Pen?

Get some sleep, then we'll be refreshed,

and we can come up with a plan together.

I'm sorry. Why are you sorry?

There's nothing to be sorry about.

Put him in the barn?

No, it's clean. We-

The pit.

You can do it. Come on.

A little bit further. Just a bit further.

'I am often asked how I make my characters so compelling.

'The secret is simple -

'take their situation

'and make it worse.

'Assemble the forces of darkness around them.

'Compound the danger.

'Putting it simply - I make their lives a misery.'

What on earth do we have here?

Captions by Ella Wheeler. Edited by Catherine de Chalain.

Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.

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