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♪ I just want to remember
how it felt before ♪

♪ Floating on our backs ♪

♪ Looking up at the sun ♪

♪ Diving and splashing ♪

♪ Pushing each other down ♪

♪ Do you wanna go back in? ♪

♪ Do you wanna go back in? ♪

And God said to Abraham,
"Hey, but you know,

Adam and Eve,
they let me down.

I need you to step up."

And Abe said,
"I'm down for that.

Just tell me what you want."

So the next day,
God says, "Cool.

Let's get ready to rock.

This..."

Oh, dear God.

So the next day,
God said, "Cool.

Let's get ready to rock.

This is the beginning
of a beautiful friendship."

And that is what was so special
with Abraham and Noah and God

and all those early dudes.

You know,
they were just hanging out,

doing the best they could
with very little--

a few sheep,
the occasional goat

and an olive tree.

No internet. Right?

No Snapchat
or meeting up at the mall.

Just an appreciation
for the needs of the day.

And that was how I understood
Fred Sullivan to be--

a man who asked for little,
but in return received so much,

so much love and respect
from so many of you here today.

Sheep, goats
and olive trees, folks.

And maybe
a right-hand point break

if you're lucky enough
to find one.

So let's not be sad for Fred.

Let's not think of death
as the end,

but merely a gateway
to eternal life.

Death-- one door closes.

Another one opens-- life.

Let's open our books
and sing

"The Lord is my Shepherd."

And I chose this one today
because the lyrics are awesome,

the message is very simple--

let the Lord be your Shepherd

and you won't lose
any of your goats.

♪ The Lord is my Shepherd ♪

♪ I shall not want ♪

Oh, God.

Isabelle?

No. No! No!

Please, God! No!

- Talk to me.
- Bit of an awkward one, Mike.

The name of the deceased
is Isabelle Mantell,

wife of Canon Zach Mantell
of Saint Judas,

who was preparing
to commit another deceased

at the time of the discovery
of her body.

The victim hanged herself,

knowing that her husband
would find her.

Yeah. A very public display
of disaffection.

- No Reverend Greene?
- I haven't seen him yet.

If this is a suicide,
why are we here?

Well, uniforms thought
that something seemed off.

There's no ladder or anything
she could have used

to get herself up there.

Wouldn't necessarily
need a ladder.

Where there's a will,
there's a way.

- Hello, Mike.
- Gina, you beat me here.

I was at the service,

so when I got the call,
I was here almost before I left.

- A friend of yours?
- I didn't know him.

I go to the services
because of Canon Zach.

His words caress me.

You know the deceased
is his wife?

People who swing from trees

should know
they are not monkeys.

- Gina--
- What?

She shouldn't have been
in the tree.

Hello, Isabelle.
Seems like you had a bad day.

Who knows if tomorrow might have
just been a little bit better?

Mike...

...this is the sexton,
and Nate Ford.

G'day.

Nate says he checked the grave
around 9:30.

Yeah, before the service.
There was no sign of her.

Okay, thanks.

And the deceased's husband

would like to have
a moment with her.

Of course.

Zach...

this is DSS Mike Shepherd.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

May her memory be a blessing.

Amen to that.

I have so many questions.

Why, Isabelle?
Of all the ways...

Help me, O Lord.

Give me strength and the vision
to understand what Your plan is.

Oh, uh, three usuals.
Thanks, bro.

- You boys okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Real tough about
Canon Zach's missus, eh?

- You knew her?
- Soy milk latte.

Cinnamon, no sugar.
- Real nice lady.

Bit of a tradwife, you know.

Talked a lot about baking.

And the secret
to a chewy Anzac biscuit

is the amount of golden syrup.

Isabelle makes
an awesome Anzac.

Oh, sh-- I mean,
you're not wrong.

Take them. They're for you,

for all the work you do
around the church grounds.

A token of appreciation.

Chur.

Working at the cemetery,
is that a new thing, Todd?

Yeah, just helping out Nate.
The busy season.

I didn't realize
funerals were seasonal.

Well, no, but Canon Zach
makes it real popular.

Everybody wants to be buried
by him.

Wow. Hey, I wonder
if he'll bury his own missus.

True. Yeah,
she would want that, eh?

So who was the other woman
with Canon Zach and his wife?

Uh...

- Verity.
- What?

It's funny you say that because
we think she's the other woman,

if you know what I mean.

You mean...

You know...

But I mean, it's cool
with the Mormons, right?

Canon Zach isn't a Mormon.
He's Anglican.

Then I guess
they're into it, too.

You know what they say--
when in Rome, always do a Roman.

No, I don't think
that's how that goes.

I knew I should have
become a man of the cloth.

You instantly become
a babe magnet.

Reverend Greene
as a babe magnet.

I never looked at him
that way before.

Have you seen his new hairdo?

Reverend Greene
doesn't have any hair.

He does now.

- What's up, Frodo?
- Hey, Reverend Greene.

- Your usua-- Whoa!
- Yes, my usual. Thanks.

Chur!
- Chur, bro.

The Holy Spirit hangs out
all the time.

He's in everything--
architecture, birdsong, music...

If we listen, He speaks to us.

And it's poetry, man.
It's awesome.

- Reverend.
- Isabelle.

Time to start planning
the bake sale.

How's it?

Reverend Greene
was wearing a toupee.

Yeah, and new trainers
and a gold chain.

- When was this?
- Uh, a couple of weeks ago.

You could call it
a midlife crisis,

but that rug was pretty extreme.

Yeah, more like
a crisis of faith.

- Okay, well, thanks, guys.
- Yeah, thanks.

Sounds like
the Very Reverend Greene

has a new lease on life.

Or he's having a stroke.

This should help get you through
the annual report.

- Thanks. Frodo's?
- Who else?

Of course. Good.

So it seems Canon Zach
is turning heads in town.

There may have been
a third party involved.

Verity Larson,
long-time friend of Canon Zach.

- Messy marriage?
- Well, hearsay only.

But it possibly was
a catalyst to her...

Well, let the coroner know
in the report.

Gina.
- Mike.

Monkeys don't grow on trees.

Money. I think you mean money.

- What?
- Money doesn't grow on trees.

Of course not. I know that.
But neither do monkeys.

Uh, what are you saying?

The victim--

she was not trying
to be a monkey.

This bruising here,
red with contusions,

where the rope pulled tight
against her weight.

- I see it.
- But here,

a second ligature mark,
more horizontal,

suggesting it was made earlier.
- Strangled.

How much earlier?
- The postmortem will confirm.

I'll call you when I want you.
- Thanks, Gina.

Sims, change of plan.

DSS Mike Shepherd.

Detective Kristin Sims,
Brokenwood CIB.

It's Verity, right?
- Yeah.

I'm a friend of Zach's...
and Isabelle.

Do you mind if we have a word
with Canon Zach, please?

Sure.

Murdered?

We're treating it
as a homicide, yes.

What a dreadful business.

- It sucks.
- Oh, dear.

But
that makes no sense.

Who on earth
would want to do that?

We're hoping that
you can give us some background.

Do you know of anyone who,
for any reason,

may have wanted
to hurt your wife?

No.

She was a good
Christian soul.

Her baking will...

Yes, Thelma,
her baking will be sorely missed

at prayer meetings.

Oh... apologies.

Lucas Greene.
I'm with Canon Zach now, yes.

Obviously,
it's a difficult time.

The thing is, uh,

the Sullivan whanau are
very worried about their father.

Oh, yes, I-- I see.

Um, no, no, no, I understand.
It is awkward.

Perhaps offer them
a nip of sherry

and I'll be right on to it.

Um...

...Fred Sullivan.

It seems that
in all the excitement,

he's been, um, left.

- Oh, dear.
- Oh, hell.

- Um...
- Not to worry.

I'll finish for you.
- Thanks, Lucas.

What about you?

Are you all right?
- Yes, of course.

Absolutely fine. I must dash.

Detectives.
I'll need you back up there.

Shall we say half an hour?

And Thelma...

perhaps it's best
you come with me.

Oh, of course. Yes.
I'm so, so sorry, Reverend.

Thank you, Thelma.

I'll, uh,
make another cuppa, eh?

When was the last time
that you saw your wife?

Uh, this morning,
as I headed out for a dawny.

- Early morning, sir.
- What time was that?

I left at 6:00.
She was already up.

Today was meant to be
the annual church bake sale.

Be safe out there.

She was gone when I got back.

Hey, Izzy. I'm back.

I gotta head
to the Sullivan funeral.

I thought she'd already headed
to the church hall.

And what time
would that have been?

Around 9:00.

What time did
the funeral start?

10:00. So I was hurrying a bit.

Um, look, I'm sorry
I can't be of more help.

Well, if anything
comes to mind,

please give us a call.

We'll leave you two.

Thanks.

- Reverend Greene has hair.
- Indeed.

Some may say
the eighth wonder of the world.

Detectives...

...I know someone who might
have wanted to hurt Isabelle.

And who might that be?

He just left.

Zach is popular.

He's charismatic,
kind of cool, right?

Everything
Reverend Greene is not.

Are you saying
that Reverend Greene

feels threatened by Canon Zach?
- Wouldn't you be?

Some handsome dude turns up,
gives the place a makeover.

Was Zach sent to Saint Judas?

The diocese thought
the place could do with a lift,

so they allowed
Reverend Greene to recruit.

Sure enough, Zach shows up

and it's like Saint Judas
is the place to be.

Everyone loves
to hear him speak.

He makes them all feel,
you know,

inspired and welcome
and turned on, if you like.

But you said it was
Reverend Greene's idea.

He chose Zach. Yeah.

And then his popularity
made Reverend Greene jealous?

Uh... you're not
listening to me.

It's not that
he's jealous of Zach.

He's in love with him.

- But Canon Zach isn't...
- Gay?

No, but have you ever
fallen in love with someone

you shouldn't have?

- And Zach is married.
- Not anymore.

Are we buying this?

Reverend Greene kills
his colleague's wife to...

To get into his pants?

It's okay.
You can say it out loud.

I was going to say
to make him available,

but sure.
- Are we buying it?

Not until we know more
about these allegations.

Where does Verity Larson fit in?

Uh, family friend. Visitor.
That's about it, really.

For a visitor,
she knows a lot about

the goings-on at Saint Judas.

But what do we know about her?

Yes.
I'd like a word with him.

I'll just check.

Awfully sorry
to keep you waiting.

Rather a lot on.

Not to worry. We've been
well-looked after by this one.

- Reverend.
- Thelma.

It's DC Chalmers
from Brokenwood CIB.

He'd like a word.

Tell him now's not a good time.

Obviously, we have
pressing matters.

Of course.

Uh, let's get this show
on the road, shall we?

Okay.
I'll try him again later.

Thanks.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Zach shouldn't really be alone.

Of course.
Just a couple more things.

Firstly, thank you
for being so candid with us.

Uh, your relationship
with Zach Mantell.

Best friends.

We went to primary school
together.

We've stayed in touch.

Went to each other's
21sts, graduations.

Weddings.
- Weddings, plural.

So you're married?
- Was.

Tried. Failed.
Pulled the pin after two years.

Married the wrong guy.
Happens though, right?

Sure. Yeah. I guess.

You're not married?

No.

Anyway, um,
how long have you been visiting?

This time, about two weeks,
just passing through,

checking out the point breaks
along the coast.

So you surf, as does Zach.

- He has incredible form.
- Did Isabelle?

Nah, she wasn't into it.

And she doesn't mind you
heading out with her husband?

- It's just surfing.
- Right.

- She liked it.
- Why would she like it?

Because I kept the other
surfer chicks away from him.

- Oh. Popular, is he?
- He's cool.

People like him,
like to talk to him.

Are you a Christian as well?

No.

Yet you and Zach
are very close.

Don't have to believe in God
to ride a wave.

Although Zach does tell me that
the feelings are very similar.

Being picked up
and pushed along.

Powerful force in your life.

Did that ever make
things awkward for you

between Isabelle and Zach?

- In what way?
- Not sharing their faith.

No.

Uh, I would really like
to get back to him.

Yeah,
just as a matter of interest,

uh, this morning, between 6:00
and 10:00 a.m., where were you?

- Out surfing.
- With Zach?

No, I was on my own.

Dr. Plummer.

Is this about the Canon's wife?

Indirectly.

You'll be wanting Lucas.
He's not here.

I'm aware of that,
but I'm hoping you can help me.

Thanks.

It's something
I've been dealing with

for several months now.

Like living with someone who's
had a personality transplant.

We love the Lord
and the Lord will include us.

Share the love of the Lord.
Come on down to Saint Judas.

Awesome, Rev G.

I'll go put it
on the socials now.

Uh...

Lucas,
what on Earth are you doing?

TikTok.

With Zach attracting
the younger congregation,

we need to consolidate.

Keep them plugged in.
It's jolly good fun actually.

Zach said it would be.

Canon Zach.

He's made quite an impression
on Brokenwood.

- Look, it's Canon Zach.
- Hi, Canon Zach.

Hi!

And on Lucas.

And it got worse.

And Jesus approached
the blind man

and said, "Brother, I hear
your cries."

Then Jesus said, "Let me place
my head upon your thighs."

Hands.

"Let me place my hands
on your eyes."

Being, um...

Being a blind person, of course.

Yes. Um...

Let us turn to... Psalm 69.

96. Oh, dear. Um...

Sing to the Lord a new song.

To the point of delusional.

Just popping out
to that staff meeting.

Lucas, what are you wearing?

- Hmm?
- Step in here.

Oh, it's a evening meeting.

We can afford to be more casual.

You look ridiculous.

- Roger.
- Lucas, please.

But he wouldn't listen.

Love is blind and deaf,
it seems.

Oh, jolly good.

Thank you, Roger.

Lucas,
what is that thing on your head?

Hmm?

Oh. Sometimes it's good to

change things up a bit.

The fountain of youth is to be
drunk from before it dries up.

And I thought you might like it.
- Lucas, please.

It's not for my benefit, is it?

I will not be judged
by anyone other

than the Lord God our father.

And I thought you might
have been a bit more supportive.

The benefit being
for Canon Zach?

I choose to believe
it's just a phase.

Fortunately, a week ago,
I persuaded him to cease

and desist with his use
of the toupee.

That's some progress at least.

My understanding is
he was wearing it today.

Seriously?

Then I assure you,
we'll be having words.

Today was a day off
for Reverend Greene?

Yes.

Did he spend the morning
at home?

Yes.

And no.

And so we commit
Fred Sullivan into the earth.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

We pray for Fred
and say Godspeed.

Well, that's that, and
I'm very sorry about earlier.

Good to have Dad
in the ground.

There's another bottle
back at the church.

- Yeah. Couldn't say no.
- Uh, Nate, over to you.

Right, then, Todd,
lean into it, mate.

Everything alright?

Sorry to interrupt.

Could we have a chat somewhere?

Is it too early for a Pimm's?

- Mrs. Baker.
- Such a shame.

The profiteroles were
already losing their puff.

Isn't it so beautiful?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, thank you.

One minute she's creating
the patisserie equivalent

of the Mona Lisa.
The next minute, she's gone.

It's a shock
to all concerned, I'm sure,

Missus...
- Miss Groves. It's Miss.

You never married, did you,
Thelma?

- Apologies, Miss Groves.
- Call me Thelma.

I'm the new lay preacher here
at Saint Judas.

I used to be across town
at Sacred Heart,

but I-I jumped ship.

But your connection with Mrs.
Mantell is through Saint Judas?

Yes. She and Canon Zach
are relatively new here, too.

Just five months.

But they opened their house
up to us.

Oh!

Oh! Well done.

We became firm friends
almost instantly.

When did you last
see Mrs. Mantell?

- Last night.
- We had a meeting here

for the bake sale
to finalize plans.

Just yourselves
and Mrs. Mantell?

And Canon Zach
and Reverend Greene.

Mr. Ford. Nate.
He's the new sexton here.

Oh, the previous gravedigger,

Mr. Oades, is spending
some time in jail, you know.

Which is all a bit exciting.

The other woman at the meeting.

Oh, he means Robbie.

Oh, yes.

But you see, you can't say that.

That will leave us
with 12 cakes,

eight tins of Anzac biscuits,

four trays
of chocolate brownies.

Robbie is non-binary.

You know, not-- not a girl
or a boy,

which I find
absolutely fascinating.

I mean, Isabelle always said

that Robbie was trying
to have it both ways,

but I don't think that's fair.

It's about how you feel,
isn't it?

God knows, sometimes I felt
like being a woman

has been a real pain
in the bottom.

I imagine you felt the same
about being a man sometimes.

- Uh...
- It is so binary

when you think about it.

Man. Woman.

Robbie's been a real eye-opener.

They really have.

She was late for the funeral, though.

Did you notice?
- They.

My apologies. They.

They were late. As an acolyte,
it's not a good look.

And that was how I understood
Fred Sullivan to be--

a man who asked for little,
but in return received so much,

so much love and respect
from so many of you here today.

Sheep, goats, and olive
trees, folks.

And maybe a right-hand
point break

if you're lucky enough
to find one.

So let's not be sad, Fred.

Let's not think of death.

For a moment,
I thought she'd been

tooting the old marching powder,

if you know what I mean.

- Why would you think that?
- Troubled background.

They turned up here
one stormy night.

♪ Your peace reigns over us ♪

Hey there.

♪ Your peace shines down
on us ♪

Such a hero.
He picked her up.

- Them.
- Them! Them up.

Took them under his wing

like a little non-binary
Moses floating in a woven basket

down the river Nile.

Except there was no basket and
the Nile's quite far from here.

But there they were,

a little boy-girl baby who just
happened to be 25 years old.

Next minute he makes
them an acolyte

and everyone
lived happily ever after.

- Oh!
- Oh.

- The meeting last night?
- Yes.

I'm trying
green lamingtons this year.

I'm thinking four dozen.

Great commitment, Becky.
Thank you.

Well, I'll be up early
to bake three sponges

and put the finishing touches
to my croquembouche.

Oh, Thelma, I'll need
a hand to transport that.

- It would be my honor.
- Let's say 8:30?

And I have you down for
scones and jam three ways.

Still tracking well?

Apricot, strawberry,

and I'm thinking
of trying something new--

passion fruit and guava.

- Ooh.
- That sounds amazing.

Robbie, you on target
with your contribution?

I could do a banana cake.

And?

Two banana cakes.

Mm.

And, Nate?

Well, you know,
I can't bake to save myself.

And I have to dig for the
Sullivan burial in the morning.

But I'll set up
the tables tonight.

Whatever you need.
- Jolly good.

Like Nate, I'll be leaving
the cuisine to the experts.

Plus, there's
an offshore tomorrow morning

with a four-foot swell building.

Oh, you'll be sneaking off
for a dawny

before the funeral, will you?

Well, if you insist,
my dearest.

They were so in love.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Gina.
- Mike.

I would like to have you now.

Uh [clears throat] sure.

See you soon.

Sorry about that.
- I hate it when that happens.

She sounds nice.

She's from Russia.

Oh, I see.

She's a pathologist.

Aha. Oh.
Well, it takes all sorts.

Uh, Thelma, this...

Croquembouche.

Mm. Uh, did you bring it here?

Yes, I picked it up
like I said I would.

- At 8:30?
- Yes.

Was Mrs. Mantell there?

- No.
- And you managed on your own?

Oh, yes.

If Mrs. Mantell wasn't there,

how did you get into the house?

Oh, the door was open.

Oh, dear.

Oh.

Thelma, Mrs. Baker, thank you
very much.

You've been most helpful.

All this baking.
What are we going to do?

Well,
I'm guessing they'll be awake.

Two waters. No charge.

And one double Pimm's
with lemon.

Thanks, Lena.

Hey, your vibe is back.

Slay!

It's really growing on me.

Well, I guess you wish it was
actually growing on you, right?

Thanks, Lena.

It's been quite the day.

This morning you weren't
at the funeral for Mr. Sullivan?

No, the Sullivans requested
Zach.

Oh. You were okay with that?

Of course.

I'm more than happy
for Zachary to take the lead.

He's done wonders
for Saint Judas.

If you weren't required
at the church, what did you do?

- When?
- This morning.

It was my appointed day off.

- So you were at home?
- Yes.

But not all morning.

What do you mean?

I saw Dr. Plummer earlier.

You see,
I stirred around 6:00 a.m.

I heard Lucas moving about.

Well, yes. I went for a walk
to clear my head.

In Dr. Plummer's car?

I breakfasted alone,

then I went to retrieve
a case file for my first patient

of the day that I'd left
in my car.

That's when I realized
he must have taken it.

Most annoying.

My client was arriving
at 9:00 a.m.

He borrowed your car.
Is that unusual?

Highly.
He's a dreadful driver.

Probably should be banned.
He never chooses to drive.

I rather take exception
to that.

There's nothing wrong
with my driving.

So you took his car to...?

A nice place to walk.

Being my day off,
I had more time, you see.

Then when I got home,
I heard the news about Isabelle.

So I went to support Zach.

Who notified you
about Mrs. Mantell?

I received a phone call
from Robbie.

Robbie?

Of course, at that time,
we were all

under the misapprehension it was
by her own hand.

Oh, dear.
Um, I'll be there right away.

Dr. Plummer also mentioned

that you were... no longer
sporting your slay look.

How I choose to present
myself is not something

that Roger has dominion over.

Right.

Where was it you walked?

Oh, does it matter?

Really, are
all these questions necessary?

- Were you with anyone?
- Yes.

I always walk with someone.

- Well, can you give us a name?
- God.

I walk with God,
a constant companion.

If you have
any further questions,

I'll be at Saint Judas.

I have more questions
than answers.

With God as my witness.

Quite hard to argue with that,
though, isn't it?

- It's definitely flour, Mike.
- In her lungs?

Yes.

Well, she was an avid baker.

No. Not flour dust. Flour.

Almost enough
to make a small croissant.

But you will need to add
some butter.

- Did she choke on the flour?
- She would have, yes.

- And did that kill her?
- No. She was strangled.

But perhaps there was
a struggle.

Perhaps she fell
into a flour sack.

And there was this.

This cut with no sign
of healing.

It occurred
at the time of death?

Correct.

Which is quite interesting

because the victim
then applied a sticking plaster,

which is not an easy thing
to do when you are deceased.

Fingerprints couldn't
lift anything off of this.

If we could get ahold
of the wrapper...

If only.

Zach, when you got home
from your surf,

this kitchen was
definitely a mess?

Yes.

But when you arrived back
from the cemetery--

It was cleaned just like it is.

Huh.

6:00 a.m.

The victim was seen
in the kitchen by her husband

as he left for a surf.

She was already prepping
for the bake sale.

Verity Larsen says
she left not long after.

I left the house around 7:00.

Isabelle was still in the
kitchen, baking like a maniac.

Yum.
- No!

But at 8:30 a.m.,

when Thelma Groves arrived
to collect the croquembouche,

Isabelle was nowhere to be seen.

The kitchen, however,
was still a bombsite.

When we got there
to talk to Canon Zach,

the kitchen was clean.

And the flour in her lungs
means

she was most likely killed
in her kitchen.

So someone cleaned that
kitchen to cover their tracks.

Until proved otherwise, yes.

And according to Canon Zach...

Any idea
who might have done this?

- Verity, I guess.
- Is she here?

She's out for a surf.

Her best friend's
wife had just been killed,

and she's out chasing waves
for the second time that day?

Classy.

- Detective.
- Sorry to bother you.

I've got a couple of questions,

if you don't mind.

Sure.

- Ah, thanks.
- Yeah.

I joined Saint Judas about,
I don't know, five months back.

Answered an ad
for the sexton job.

You're not from Brokenwood?

From up north.

I lost my wife four
and a half years ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Life happens.

But, yeah,
had to leave all that behind.

I certainly feel
like I'm from Brokenwood now.

The Mantells,
they opened their house to me.

And on the eighth day,
God made lamb and manuka honey

sausages, which was
an added bonus.

Oh, that one is done.

And Reverend Greene was
very welcoming.

Pleased, I think.

That business with the Oades
chap

left him a little bit
in the lurch.

I warn you, things
can be a bit quiet around here.

Well, I guess that means
more time for Bible study.

Jolly good.
Welcome to Saint Judas.

But with Canon Zach
making the place so popular,

we've been rushed off our feet.

You said you checked
the cemetery this morning.

Yeah, it was around 9:30.

Just wanted to be
sure there hadn't been

any subsidence overnight.

Then I headed to the service.

And there was no sign
of the deceased?

I think I would have
noticed something like that.

Canon Zach is putting on
a brave face,

but he's got to be torn apart.

I know what it's like
to lose your wife,

but to be confronted
by something like that.

♪ Looking back
I am sure of the fact ♪

♪ I am repeating myself ♪

♪ Repeating myself ♪

♪ On the 500 with
a one-track mind ♪

♪ I don't feel so lost ♪

♪ Got a few thin lines ♪

♪ I don't feel so lost ♪

♪ I don't seem so wild ♪

I didn't clean the kitchen.

Any idea who did?

I figured it was Isabelle.

Where exactly were you again?

Turner Point.

- Many others surfing around you?
- No.

I had a beach break to myself.

I came in, I was drying off.

I got the call from Zach
and I came straight back.

The place was clean.

Then you and your boss
showed up.

So you left at 7:00
and came back around...?

I don't know.
Then, um, when they showed up.

Have you guys spoken
to Reverend Greene yet?

What makes you think
he would want

Isabelle Mantell dead?

I think it might suit him.

Couldn't the same
be said about you?

- What?
- Oh, come on, Verity.

Your relationship
with Canon Zach is unusual,

to say the least.

Borrowing a woman's
husband on a regular basis.

Friends.

We're friends.
We went to school together.

We've stayed in touch,
I told you.

How did Isabelle feel
about that?

- Good. We were friends, too.
- Says who?

She did.

Well, we have a witness
who suggests the opposite.

She wasn't walking away
from me.

- Who then?
- Reverend Greene.

- If we listen, he speaks to us.
- Why?

She had issues
with the way he lives his life,

that it wasn't fitting
for the church.

What about Robbie?

Robbie, too.

That's why she wanted
Zach to leave Brokenwood.

She saw Saint Judas as
this house full of degenerates.

Was Canon Zach
planning on leaving?

Not that he wanted to.
He loves it here.

But she didn't.

Isabelle Mantell
wanted to leave Brokenwood?

And if that had happened,
Canon Zach

would have left too.

Which would have made
a lot of people unhappy.

Mm. Aside from the entire
Anglican parish,

all enamored with his sermons,
Robbie,

Nate, Thelma,
and the Very Reverend Greene.

Assuming everyone knew
he was leaving.

Not forgetting Zach himself.

- Thelma.
- I thought you hard workers

might like something
to go with your morning tea.

Oh, that's, uh,
very kind of you.

Although not something
we can accept.

- Oh.
- But given that we have

a few more questions,
maybe we could make you a cuppa.

Oh, a coffee would be nice.
I've been such a busy bee.

Sure, I'll make some.

Uh, Miss Groves, come through.

Gosh, that's--
that's interesting.

Did you put wasabi in that?

- No?
- Oh.

Thelma,
were you aware that Canon Zach

was intending
to leave Saint Judas?

Oh, we heard the other night.

Yes. A bit of a shock.

- Was it common knowledge?
- I don't think so.

Only to those of us that were
at the bake-sale meeting.

Isabelle, I'd like to say
on behalf of the committee,

your contribution is truly
over and above.

Thank you, Reverend.

Given we won't be here
for next year's,

I felt I should make
this one count.

- Sorry?
- Oh, you're kidding?

Zach.

Apologies. I thought Zach had
talked this through with you.

Not as yet, no.

Robbie walked out?

That's understandable.

He's been such a support
to them.

Thelma, when
you picked up the croquembouche,

Isabelle's kitchen was
as she left it?

Mm. Quite a mess.

Oh, dear.

It's very unlike her, really.

Do you recall seeing any blood

or perhaps
a sticking-plaster wrapper?

No.
I was focused on the bouche.

- Okay. Well, thank you.
- Although, later,

I did see some blood
when I cleaned up.

I thought it was a bit icky,

but, you know,
it's easy to nick a finger

in the throws of baking,

grating lemon rind
or slicing orange peel.

I don't recall a wrapper, though.

You... cleaned the kitchen?

Of course.

When I saw what had happened,

I raced back to Canon Zach's
house.

I'd seen the state of the place.

I knew he'd be having visitors.

What?

And the back door
was definitely unlocked?

I just came right in.

Sorry.
- It's okay, Thelma.

It's very kind.
It is odd, though.

Isabelle always locked the door.

But then I was in a hurry
to get to the Sullivan funeral.

I guess I didn't bother
to lock it.

Did you empty this
after you finished cleaning?

Well,
I saw the bin on the street.

It was rubbish day yesterday.

- Could we have a word?
- Yeah.

Zach, I understand
your wife was not comfortable

around Reverend Greene's
sexuality.

She was coming around.

Did that cause tensions
between the two of you?

You being a man of God.

"Come to me, all you who are
weary and burdened."

None of us are perfect,
Detective.

Isabelle was my wife,
through thick and thin,

for better, for worse.

You said she
always locked the door.

Why?

Nothing to do with Brokenwood.

What about leaving Brokenwood?

We have a witness that suggests
Isabelle wanted to leave.

Is that true?

But it's time
to start a family.

Well, what better place
than Brokenwood?

We have no family support here.

Saint Judas is our family.

Real family.

Family we want our children
raised by and influenced by.

For whoever does
the will of God,

he is my brother and sister
and mother.

Mark 3:35.
Yes, I know my Scripture, Zach,

but there is something
about this place

that doesn't feel right.

I will reach out to the
diocese, see what's on offer.

Thank you.

Why hadn't you told
Reverend Greene

of your intentions?
- We talked later.

I'm sorry.
I was about to tell you.

Is it about me?

No.

- Isabelle.
- I'm working on it.

Roger said
the toupee was too much.

You can see I took his advice.

Too little, too late, perhaps.

Well, I thought-- I thought
it looked pretty smart.

Is there anything
we can do to keep you here?

I wish.

Your talk with Reverend Greene
was the night before last?

Right after the meeting, yes.

Zach.

After Isabelle made
the news public?

Yes.

- Oh, sorry. Cash only.
- Oh.

Is your EFTPOS down?
- Yeah. For good.

I can't wait to tell Robbie.

- Robbie from Saint Judas?
- Uh-huh.

Oh, as it happens, I'm meant
to be meeting them here now.

- Oh, no way. Awesome.
- Are they a friend of yours?

More than that.
I think she's the one.

There you go,
for the lovely lady.

Thanks. Um...

Hey, I actually identify
as non-binary.

Okay. So, um...
- Oh, yeah. No, I get it.

I'm-- I'm down with that.

- Really?
- Yeah. Yeah, totally get it.

She's non-binary.

- So I understand.
- Yeah.

Not into computers,
which is hard, you know?

I mean,
they're everywhere these days.

No, I-I think
non-binary actually means--

Yeah, zero and one.

Everything in the computer is
either a zero or a one.

It's called code.

She's just saying "I'm not
having it" and I support that.

- They. They're not having it.
- Totally.

All of them.
It's a whole movement.

So when she hears
I've ditched computers too,

hoping we'll get off base one.

Well, good luck with that,
Frodo.

But I do need to speak
with them first, so...

All good. I don't want her
to think I'm too keen.

- Robbie. Hi. Shall we?
- Yeah.

Uh, so, what's this about?

The other night,
you walked out of a meeting

after Isabelle Mantell announced
that she and Zach

were leaving Brokenwood.

- Yeah.
- Well, that's quite a statement.

Walking out.
- Was a bit of a shock.

You don't want Canon Zach
to leave.

No one does.
He doesn't want to.

Well, how do you know that?

Well, he tells me stuff.

Did he tell you that?

No, but other stuff.

I know him well enough to know
that he loves it here.

He makes this place fun.

Makes you feel
like you have a home.

Yeah.

He doesn't question who I am
or the way I am.

Do you have feelings
for Canon Zach?

Doesn't everyone?

I mean, I did for a bit,

but I was just being dumb and...

And what?

And he made it pretty clear
that that wasn't
going to be a thing.

And God knew
that Moses could part that sea.

But Moses said, "God,
I'm-- I'm freaking out here.

What if--
What if something goes wrong?

I need you to know
that I can't swim."

And God said, "Just chill,
my man.

I know that as long as
you have faith, you'll be fine."

Whoa! No! Robbie. No.

Sorry.
You make me feel things.

That can't happen.
Do you understand me?

It's not your fault.

Trust me. It's not about you.

There was this young woman.
- I'm not a woman.

No, I never said you were.

But she was younger than you.

And she got too close.

She mixed up the love
of Scripture

with a different kind of love.

It made me feel
very uncomfortable.

What was her name?

Ellie.

And I don't want to go into
the details,

but... it ended badly.

Very, very badly.

- Did he say anything else?
- No.

He didn't say exactly
how old.

No, but it made me wonder.

Did Canon Zach do something
inappropriate with a young girl?

- What?
- Ellie?

Never, ever say that name.

Understood?

You have no idea.

And would it kill you
to wear a pretty dress

just once in a while?

Did you ever tell Zach
about that?

No.

Must have made
you pretty angry, huh?

The morning
that Mrs. Mantell was killed,

you showed up to the church
late for the Sullivan funeral.

Where'd you been?

I do need to know
where you were.

Why?

So I can remove you
from our inquiry.

Well, I was giving in
to the guilt trip.

I was in the church hall, in the
kitchen, baking to save my ass.

Baking two banana cakes when
I can barely make one.

I didn't want to get
another slap, did I?

More coffee, ladies?

No, not for me, thanks, Frodo.

- I like your T-shirt.
- Oh.

Yeah? I got it made.
Original design.

Sweet. What does it mean?

Thanks, Robbie.

Mike, possible new development.

Luminol tests
came back positive.

A few spots on the floor
by the main bench

and by the refrigerator.

On top of the fridge is
where the first aid kit is kept.

If you've just killed someone,
why put a plaster on?

Trying to make it all better?

This was a murder that wasn't
meant to leave bloodstains.

They were covering their tracks.

And what about this Ellie?

Hmm.

Your witness, Robbie.
Reliable, do you think?

Well, if they did kill
Isabelle,

I don't know
why they'd offer up a motive.

Are we suggesting there was
some sort of historical abuse?

And then the church sent them
off to Brokenwood?

Perhaps Canon Zach has something
on his record.

Well, if so, why would
Reverend Greene hire him?

To get into his pants. Right.

Talk to the Reverend,
but be discreet.

This could all just be hearsay.

And anyone else
with close ties to Zach Mantell.

Please come in.

How can I help?

Uh, this is a delicate matter,

but do you know
of any complaints laid

against Canon Zach in relation
to inappropriate behavior

around younger people?

You mean...?

Oh, no, good heavens no.

Why would you even ask that?

We're looking for
any background

that might explain
Mrs. Mantell being targeted.

I see.

Well, I can assure you that

Canon Zach is a priest
highly revered in the diocese.

The name Ellie--
Does that mean anything to you?

Ellie?

No.

So Canon Zach never
mentioned anything?

No.

I can ask him if you like.

We'll take care of it.
Thanks for your time.

Of course.

Hey. Ps-ps-ps-ps.

Dr. Plummer.

I have information, but
Lucas can't know we're talking.

Could we meet this evening?

Lucas has Evensong.

Sure. Everything alright?

Yes, yes. Go, please.

- Lime and soda.
- Thanks, Lena.

If you want any vodka in it,
just let me know.

I won't charge you again
for the soda.

- I'm working.
- Sure, but

I know sometimes
with the stress of the job.

Thanks, Lena.

Oh.

Sorry to drag you away
from the surf.

Oh, I wasn't surfing.
I was with Zach.

Why didn't you go surfing
with Zach yesterday morning?

He wanted to be alone.

Did he say why?

So he could kill his wife.

A simple question.

He wanted to work
on his sermon.

Sometimes he likes
to go surfing with his thoughts.

He needed space.
I let him have it.

So on the one morning
his wife was killed,

you both just happened to be in
remote places with no witnesses.

Whoever killed Isabelle
did it while we were out.

If we'd been together or not
would have made no difference.

We weren't there to stop it.

Does the name
Ellie mean anything to you?

It meant a lot more
to Isabelle.

- Attacked?
- That's what she said.

It was a home invasion.

She wasn't hurt,
but she was really shaken up.

Was it reported to police?

I-I don't know.
I wasn't around at the time.

I was in Bali, surfing.

But she was attacked
by someone named Ellie.

Zach sent me a text.
He didn't go into detail,

but it's the reason
she always locked her doors.

I'll make some inquiries.

If the door was locked, it means
the offender either had a key.

Or Mrs. Mantell opened
the door to them

sometime between
7:00 and 8:30 a.m.

Suggesting that
the offender was known to her.

Which doesn't narrow it
down much.

- Quiet night, Trudy?
- Don't get me started.

Well, it was real busy
before, huh?

But then, you know.
- What?

Evensong.

Hey, everyone!

It's that time!

- Let's go. Yeah!
- Excuse me? Everybody?

They all go to church
for Evensong.

That's where they'll be now.

♪ Your peace reigns over us ♪

♪ Your peace shines down on us ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Let peace be everywhere ♪

All denominations are
welcome here.

Christians. Jews.

I welcome Muslims,
but they don't drink.

Mormons?

Not great for business either.

The Croc and Panther is
essentially the United Nations.

Come in. Bring your differences.
Share your thoughts.

But for God's sake,
do it over a beer.

And don't even get me started
on what Saint Judas has done

to the bingo night.

It's kind of personal for her.

All the ones, legs 11.

All the nines, 99.

Bingo!

- Congratulations.
- I won.

It was touch
and go there for a while.

Mum, you have no competition.

But wasn't it nice
to spend quality time together?

Say hi to Ray.

See you soon.

That's the thing.

Canon Zach comes to town.

The world turns upside down.

But then he is kind of cute, right?

For a priest.

I mean, not as cute as Chad,

but a lot of people
say he's quite hot.

Obviously, his wife
couldn't cope, you know, and...

Okay,
let's just-- For the record,

Lena, Mrs. Mantell
didn't take her own life.

No way. You mean...

What?

Are you saying
she was killed by someone else?

We're treating her death
as unexplained.

Which means someone else
could have killed her.

- Well, yeah.
- There's a word for that.

You know?
- There is.

- Homicide.
- Good to know, Lena.

Thank you.
- All good.

I'd like to keep this
discreet, if you don't mind.

Well, you picked the right pub.

As much
as it pains me to say it,

I overheard Lucas having
a conversation with another man.

I'll see you next Thursday

and we'll talk more
about microdosing.

- Thanks. Bye.
- Mm-hmm.

They're asking questions
about where I was

and if I was with anyone.

But what happened between us
is not material to the issue.

Oh, because my marriage
might not

sustain that kind of scrutiny.

Yes, yes, yes. Alright.

Any idea who he was talking to?

I know exactly who it was.

I confronted him
and he got quite terse.

Going through my phone, Roger?

What possessed you to do that?!
- Your behavior!

Look at yourself. You're wearing
that ridiculous thing again.

Oh, it's not what you think.

Then what is it?

As I said,
it's not what you think.

And I expect an apology from you
for assuming otherwise.

Everyone's asking questions,
Lucas.

A woman has died!

Let he who is without sin
cast the first stone.

It's not what I think.
What am I supposed to think?

And this.

This contained my case file
that I retrieved from my car.

- Is that...?
- Bloodstains.

I'm sure of it.

♪ Cold river, find me ♪

♪ Cold river, run inside ♪

♪ Cold river, blind me ♪

♪ Cold river, be there soon ♪

♪ Cold river, tell me ♪

♪ What's that waiting
out there for me? ♪

♪ Feel water come around
my knee as it pulls me deep ♪

♪ Just you and me ♪

I can't keep it
a secret any longer, Lucas.

Well?

A well-- it's a deep hole
from which to draw water.

The blood type, Gina.

"A" positive.

And the victim's?

Also "A" positive.

Yes. Thank you.

That was the police.

They would like you
to go down to the station.

- Oh, dear.
- I suggest you take off

that ridiculous wig
once and for all,

if you want any chance of mercy.

- Roger.
- Honestly, Lucas,

enough of this misaligned
vanity.

It's not vanity.
It is not vanity!

Then what is it, Lucas?

Please.

Zach's at the church,
making plans for Izzy's funeral.

I don't know what
you're hoping to find.

Place was cleaned, right?

Right.

We have
Reverend Greene coming in.

The same blood type,
but not a match yet?

Not yet. We're still waiting on
the DNA results.

Good. We should know something
by Christmas.

The plaster wrapper's
with prints.

Hoping they can lift
something off it.

Okay. Good work.

- Sir, the report you were after.
- Oh, thanks.

It seems I have
some explaining to do.

Would you like me to sit in?

I think it would be
easier without you,

if you don't mind.

I'll be waiting.

On the morning in question,
I did go for a walk,

but it was on the beach.

I had to drive to get there,

which is not something
that comes naturally, you see.

But it was too far
to take the bike.

And I had a special cargo.

An 11-foot Dunham, circa 1973,
an heirloom.

It had belonged to
my uncle Cecil.

He passed it on to me
when he died.

It had been gathering dust
for 30 years.

And there was Zach.

Such an athlete on the waves
and in the pulpit.

I've no idea what possessed me.

Some kind of urge.

No.

A raging desire
to be connected with Zach.

To be seen, I suppose.

I wanted him to see me.

So the next day God said,
"Cool.

Let's get ready to rock."

This is--

Dear God.

Aloha, Zach.

Lovely morning for it.

Reverend, I had no idea you--

Well, um, it's been a while,

but I'm not a total stranger
to hanging ten.

Always loved the Beach Boys.

- Well, go, you.
- Yes.

Boogie boarding was
the extent of it,

but I thought, "Oh,
how hard can the real thing be?"

Pride goeth before a fall.

Um... feel like another wave?

- I have the funeral.
- Ah, yes.

Fred Sullivan, of course.

Perhaps another day, then?

Sure. Yeah.

It's a pretty big swell
out there today.

Yes, it's... quite awesome.

Well, best I get in amongst it, then.

Cheers, eh?
- Take it easy, Lucas.

Tallyho!

Oh! Ah!

Oh, dear.

Oh!

Reverend! Reverend!

There you are.

You're back, bro. That's good.
You had me worried there.

You blacked out, buddy.

I'm gonna call an ambulance, okay?

No, no, no, no, please, Zach.

We need to get you checked out.

No, no, it's but a scratch.

Um, there's, uh,
there's a fair bit of blood.

No. No.

Seriously. No.

Other than...

...feeling such an old fool.

Hey. It's okay. Lucas.

- Oh.
- It's okay.

I don't want you to go.

Well,
Mr. Sullivan won't bury himself.

No.

I don't want you to leave
Brokenwood.

Lucas.

I thought that I could
somehow change your mind

if we became... surfing buddies.

You know why I have to leave.

Not a word to another soul.

If this unraveled,

I could be defrocked for--

well, let's face it--

inappropriate workplace actions.

I've had difficult thoughts.

Did you speak to our Savior
about them?

I'm not sure I listened.

Then, from now on, take heed.

He may advise on
not such a long board next time.

There won't be a next time.

Are you sure you're okay?

Only some wounded pride.

You and me?
I think we should--

Yes?

Pray.

Let's pray.

Like that.

Dear Lord, look after my friend
Lucas here

that he may find comfort
in your arms.

Your arms that are bigger
than mine,

bigger and all-encompassing.

That they make him feel secure
and that you are listening

and giving him good advice

on appropriate surf breaks
in the times ahead.

Amen.

Thanks, Zach.

I'm going to sit
with our Savior a little longer.

I'll catch you later, Lucas.

And, Zach.

Not a word.

It was as if that wretched board
had knocked some sense into me.

I knew Roger wouldn't be
pleased,

but I felt I didn't have
any choice.

I thought I should carry on
as if nothing had happened.

We will need to verify
your story.

Of course.

Sometimes the cover-up
is worse than the crime.

Puccini.

Is that...

Roger, I don't deserve this.

Lucas, please.

- You alright?
- Yeah. Dust, I think.

Just a bit.

Was that--

Dr. Plummer serenading
the Very Reverend Greene

in our car park
with an aria from Puccini.

Yeah.
- I thought so. Because...?

Reverend Greene and Canon Zach
were both at the beach.

Neither had time
to deal to our victim.

Huh. That makes sense.

New suspect?

The ghost that's
been haunting Zach Mantell.

Detective, just off for a surf.

Verity's managed
to rouse me from my despair.

I'm pleased to hear that,
but I do need a word.

Well, you go on ahead.

I think it would be good
if Verity stayed.

Sure. Yeah.

Ellie Wellsford.

Gosh.

That's a name from the past.

By my understanding,
it's been five years.

Ellie.

She was a parishioner
at Saint Edwin's in the city.

She took her own life.
It was very sad.

How would you describe
her relationship to you?

She came to church.

She was so enthralled with the
Scripture for someone so young,

and she seemed to respond
to the way I shared it with her.

Then Jesus takes these loaves--

and there's only five of them,
right--

and basically turns them
into sliced bread,

enough to feed a whole tribe
of 5,000.

And then he does the same
with only two fish.

Oh, my God, I love fish.

Well, then, by extension,
you love Jesus.

And of course, He loves you.

Loving God, it's not hard,
Ellie.

Her devotion was pure
and simple.

She was a very sweet person
looking for answers.

And I was a relatively new
priest looking for solutions.

Maybe I, um,
maybe I gave too much.

Was there anything else
to your friendship?

One day,
she was found hanging in a park.

She was in love with you.

Well, what does that
really mean?

She was troubled in a way
that I didn't understand.

She was lost,
and I tried to help her.

But in the end, I didn't.

How did you try to help her?

I asked her to trust in God.

But she wasn't ready.

I feel like I can
only love God by loving you.

I can try to show you the way,

but I am not the way.

But I'm in love with you.

- Ellie.
- I am. I know I am.

It was like something
just didn't compute.

I did nothing wrong.

She tried to kill Isabelle.

She attacked my wife.

I read the report.

Not long after,
Ellie hanged herself.

We had to leave town to get
away from all the conjecture.

But I will say this.

Isabelle never once questioned
my involvement with Ellie.

Never doubted me.

Neither did I.

Zach's not like that.
He's-- He's not.

I imagine
that when you saw Isabelle

at the cemetery that morning...

Why, Isabelle?
Of all the ways?

It was like the ghost
of Ellie Wellsford

had possessed Isabelle.

Did you ever speak
to Ellie's parents?

They were overseas
when it happened.

And by the time they got back,
we had already left town.

We both tried hard to forget
about what had happened.

Her mother died not long
after losing her daughter.

An aneurysm.

Stress-related, it was thought.

Okay. I didn't know that.

The poor father.

Imagine losing a daughter
and a wife in quick succession.

It's brutal.

A loss like that can manifest
itself in different ways.

For some,
they might give up

and choose
a path to self-destruction.

Drink. Drugs.

Others might turn to the church
on a journey

to understand forgiveness.

Ellie's father chose
a variation.

Canon Zach--
He's putting on a brave face,

but he's got to be torn apart.

I know what it's like
to lose your wife.

Nate?

You mean Nate Ford?

Otherwise known
as Nathan Wellsford.

He moved here not long
after you,

when the sexton position
came up.

Welcome to Saint Judas.

It was clear that he came here

to avenge the death
of his daughter.

Sharing your space,
biding his time.

He became acquainted
with your movements.

Ah, no.

Isabelle had no reason
to think that anything was awry.

No reason not to let him in.

He was in my house.

He's going to answer
for all of that.

He was in my house.

Easy.

It's over. It's over.

Tell me you got a hit
off the wrapper.

We did, on Nate Ford.

A.K.A. Nathan Wellsford.

Puts him at the scene.
I'm bringing him in.

Well, do you want a hand?

I'll be fine.

Give him his moment.

When you're done, Nathan.

A puriri.

The birds love them.

It was Ellie's favorite.

We need to head
down to the station.

I'll wash my hands.

In the end, I knew you'd come.

It's all good.

At least I could finally lay her
to rest, you know.

Let's go, Nate.

Oh, damn.

Nate!

Get out of the car! Nate!

No!

Get out of the car! Nate!

We can still both walk
away at this point, Nathan.

No one's asking you to stay.

There's no need to make
things worse.

Tell me about her.

Let me know what she was like.

Keep her memory alive.

Memories are important, Nate.

My second wife.

She was 28.

Her car went into a river.

She didn't come out.

It took me a long time to learn
how to remember her best,

to forget the tragedy
and remember her essence.

The thing that made me love her.

Ellie was only 19.

19 years old, for God's sake.
It's nothing.

He was a young priest, full of
the power of God and miracles.

The way, the truth,
and the life.

Flirting with the power that
gave him

and flirting with her, no doubt.

- He says that wasn't the case.
- Of course he'd say that.

Ellie fell in love with him.

Do you know what he told her?

Trust in God.

Listen, and He will speak to you

and guide you
and give you all the information

you need to do what
you need to do.

She was sick.

But he didn't see it.

She heard what
she wanted to hear.

You.

I hate you!

It wasn't her.

It was some kind of evil force.

But what happened next,
that was the true evil.

We can't know
what happened next.

Come on, Detective.

There was enough doubt
in the coroner's report.

I read it over a hundred times.

It's not possible to know.

The injuries from the fight led
to the death of Miss Wellsford.

We were overseas.

There was no one there for her.

There were contusions
on her throat

not matching the ligature
from the hanging.

Isabelle Mantell killed
my little girl

and covered it up
by hanging her in a tree.

You don't know that, Nathan.

An eye for an eye.

That's all.

Mike,
did you locate Nathan Ford?

We, uh, have a bit
of a situation here.

What kind of situation?

A situation
that needs to be resolved.

You like stating the bloody
obvious, do you?

I was just thinking.

Lambie Point-- It's not where
I imagined ending my days.

He's not talking to us.

Get out of the car then.

I'm not leaving the car
without you, Nate.

Put out a 10-1
and get units to Lambie Point.

She didn't suspect a thing.

- Who is it?
- It's Nate.

Nate, I wasn't expecting you.

Thelma thought you'd like
a hand.

Oh. How kind. Come on in.

Thanks.

What can I do?
- I was thinking
an extra batch of scones.

Always keen
to learn a new trick.

Good for you, Nate.

- This is for Ellie.
- No!

My sweet, sweet Ellie.

I felt like justice was done.

I'll take that with me.

What have you been up to?

Whoa! Easy, Nate.

- Get out now!
- You don't need to do this.

- No more talking!
- It's a long way down.

- Tell them to back off or we go.
- Come on, Nate.

Wait. Just wait.

Ah!

I'll talk to them.

- Hey, Mike.
- Hi, there.

Are you able to get out of
the car?

- I am.
- Okay.

Is there any reason
why you're not?

Nathan here just needs a
little bit more time to reflect.

Tell him to get out.

Hey there, Nathan.

I'm going over.

Tell him to get out of the car!

Mike.

You know,
Nathan might have a point there.

But as I just explained
to Nate, this is my car.

And as such,
driving my car over a cliff

is not in my car's
best interest.

It's just a car, Mike.

- Is it, though? Really?
- It really is.

That's--
- Aah!

Nathan, just hold that thought.

We're stepping back.

It's all good here.

I have no interest
in going to jail.

I can see that.

Let's just breathe out, okay?

- Good?
- That's it.

I only have one piece
of advice.

Let me guess.
"Don't screw this up"?

Yep.

What's he want?

He's bringing us water.

I didn't ask for any.

All part of the service.

Just tell him
to leave them at your door.

Leave them by my door.

Any idea when
you chaps might wind this up?

When you buggers clear off!

It seems like as long
as I stay in the car,

Nathan's not going anywhere.

The team would like
to go home.

We'd like to tie things off.

Well, that's entirely up
to Nathan here.

Get out of the car.
You can all go home.

Thirsty work.
All that thinking.

No! No!

Aah!

Not today, Nathan, not today.

Let me go! Let me go!

- Oh, my God. Almost hugged you.
- Ah, it's okay.

Uh...

Thanks.

You didn't bend
the chassis, did you?

Honestly, Mike, that's all
I was worried about, so no.

That's a relief.

We should probably write
up a report.

And the next time you say,
"I'll be fine,"

can you actually mean it?

I was fine.

That's what that was, was it?

Just admiring the view,
were you?

Winter is often a time
of reflection.

And of course,

a time for the restoration
of our natural order.

Restoring our faith
in each other.

And of course, in God, that
great shepherd watching over us,

hanging with his sheep.

An occasional goat.

Guiding us to safer pastures,

not necessarily greener fields.

Because, as the saying goes,

the grass is not always greener
on the other side,

especially if you're
an old goat suffering

from a temporary bout
of color blindness.

Let us sing.

Jesus, look over me.

♪ Jesus, look over me ♪

♪ When I call your name ♪

♪ Jesus, look over me ♪

♪ When I kneel before You ♪

♪ Jesus, look over me ♪

♪ When I call your name ♪

♪ Jesus, look over me ♪

♪ When I kneel before you ♪