All language subtitles for Brokenwood 12x05 gépi

Why? Why, Shepard?

Tony, isn't it? Tony Canetti. You got
it.

Canetti's the name.

Cars are my game. You moved away from...
Guns? No, never.

Still love a good firearm, but cars are
my true love.

Let's face it.

Guns and cars mean what else makes a
man.

Are you finally ready for an upgrade,
eh?

I'm making some big changes.

I've been having a few issues lately.

Expensive. Yeah, I know.

That's the good thing with buying new.

Nothing ever goes wrong. And what are
you thinking? One for you and for the

misters? There is no misters. Because of
the car.

Once we get you behind the wheel of a
sexy new sedan or a sporty little

you have a guaranteed harem of women
hanging off every fender. So many, in

you might have to scale up to a ranger.

More room to keep them in the back. Or
wearing the bikinis, of course. And that

is what a new car from Kennedy's will
get you.

That's your sales pitch, is it?

New car and see me naked woman.

Too much.

Hmm. Have a great day, Tony.

Wait, Mike, we haven't talked finance.

Not even a test drive.

Free roadside assistance.

Not that you need it.

Good luck, Tony.

Good luck.

Come on, Mike.

I haven't had a sale in six months.

Hello?

You okay in there?

You're parked in a disabled spot, but
you have no sticker.

And you have no idea who he is?

No.

At least I've never seen him in the
congregation.

I wouldn't want to draw any conclusions,
but you should know we hire out this

hall to various groups, including hot
women's yoga.

But last night it was a ukulele group.

Good to know.

Thank you, Reverend. If we need anything
else, we'll come back to you.

Odd choice of murder weapon. Indeed.

You know, this is usually where Mike
talks to the deceased.

Yeah, I know.

Pass? Yeah, that's a Mike thing.

Lena, good morning.

Unidentified white male.

Roscoe Flynn.

Sorry? That's Roscoe's car.

Oh, okay.

Um, if it is him, he's our victim, you
know.

I may have been the last person to see
him alive after rehearsal.

Good night, Rofko.

No, Gina. I love your suggestion about
doing that original song.

Next week we'll make it happen.

I'm so happy.

We're both in the ukulele orchestra.

You're writing songs now?

Just one. But I think it's quite good.

Well, a woman of many talents. Yes, so
many.

Tina, given you knew the victim, you
okay to do what you came to do? Of

There will be no problem with me
performing my duties.

Right. Well, we will need your statement
after you... What?

Do what you do, you know, at the
mortuary.

I'm having real trouble putting the
words Gina and ukulele together.

Yes, I said ukulele. That is not your
standard murder weapon.

Or anything that I would ever associate
with Gina.

Yet, she is our star witness.

Or suspect, or something. What do you
want to do about that? Have you done a

welfare check with her?

Yeah, she said she's fine to continue.

Then I wouldn't argue.

How's the big house move going?

I'll get back to you.

Lad.

Mighty still on leave?

Moving day.

Afresh. You start for him.

So you want to tell us about last night.

When I arrived, Selina Dean, our
teacher, and her niece, Julie Jones,

there first, as usual. Gina, that song
you suggested about lions and leopards,

love it. It's not finished yet. Oh, no,
I know, but it will be. And you will

absolutely shine.

And, of course, Annabella was already
there, as always.

Roscoe's ex -wife. Sort of.

Oh, definitely his ex -wife now that he
is dead.

Amicable? Who knows with divorce what go
on under the surface.

Why am I in this room?

You're giving a statement.

I prefer somewhere more comfortable.

Gina, I don't think... Since Mike is not
here, I'm sure he would like me to keep

his seat warm for him.

Um...

Better. So, where were we?

People.

Arriving for last night's practice.

Next was Frodo.

Your oat milk latte, my lady?

Frodo, you are such a darling, as usual.
Thank you very much. He's enthusiastic,

but lacks discipline.

Becky? Those cat videos you sent me.

Becky and Josefa were next.

Hello,

my friend.

How are you doing?

Yeah. Josefa was depressed.

But then, he's always depressed.

Okay, let's not wait any longer.

We'll warm things up with a little
stroll down Dominion Road.

One, two, three, four.

And then, Roscoe arrives.

In the way that Roscoe always arrives.

He's swept into a room like he owned it.

And everyone in it.

I know. Late as usual.

Traffic will surrender.

It's 7 p .m. on a Monday in Brokenwood.

Hey, trophy.

Sorry, trophy. As in trophy wife.

Charming. Behind his back, she's calling
him her participation certificate.

Okay. They had a complex relationship. A
lot of hate on the surface.

But definitely a lot still going on
underneath.

Like... When he joined the orchestra, he
just walked in, sat down next to her,

and started playing.

Selena, our teacher, hated Roscoe from
day one. And if Annabella had had a word

in her ear, Selena would have kicked him
out in a heartbeat.

But she never said a word.

But if Selena hated Roscoe, why didn't
she just kick him out herself?

Because there was a reason to keep him
in.

So, Dominion Mary, was that?

It's hard to tell, because all I could
hear was Sefa playing some random

Oh, it's hilarious, Roscoe. We all have
dinner.

Yes. Dominion Road.

Aye.

One, two, three, four.

Dominion Road is bending Under its own
way

Shining like a strip

Cut from a sheet, middle plate, cause
it's just been raining.

Say whatever you want about Roscoe
Flynn.

He's playing with excellence.

And then, last low ride.

Halfway down, halfway down, halfway down
Dominion Road.

Bravo! Another Kiwi classic slaughtered
at your altar.

Go away, Leslo. You know you're not
welcome here.

Laszlo Carson. He used to be part of the
BUO until he and Selena fell out.

Sorry, the BUO? The Brokenwood Ukulele
Orchestra.

Now he's the leader of Brokenwood's
other ukulele group.

Brokenwood has two ukulele groups.

Ukulele Armageddon.

How have I never seen either of them
advertised anywhere?

Because neither of them ever played
live, yet.

It is a race to be ready first.

Very much like getting a man into space.

Russia took that one.

But the U .S. landed on the moon.

But did they?

Really? The B .U .O. was well in the
lead, mainly because Nukulele Armageddon

was still a group of one.

How can one person be a group?

When you are Laszlo Carson.

You are already one of many.

Go.

You need to know, no one liked Laszlo.

Look, Laszlo, no one wanted to join your
stupid group.

You say stupid?

I say the future.

I don't want any of you as part of
Nuclele Armageddon.

Except, um... Come on, Roscoe. You and
me together?

What beautiful music we could make.

Laszlo was there to steal Roscoe Flynn
from the orchestra.

Why? To go off and be like in Nuclele
Wham? Oh, Laszlo's vision is much darker

than ours, or Wham's.

You have a vision?

Sorry? Darkness.

It's not what I think with a B -U -L.

Can I finish my story? I have work to
attend to. Please, carry on.

So, yes, Laszlo was trying to uplift
Roscoe from our orchestra.

Laszlo, mate, I've told you time and
time again, I'm not into that metal

uke mash -up thing you want to do.

I just play because I want to have fun.

Isn't that right, my sweet?

Oh, yeah, fun, fun, fun.

You owe me.

Now, mate, you and me are a long time
done, so ta -ta.

I'm not giving up.

Laszlo departed the building. We
rehearsed as usual for two hours.

Right. Moving on to Slice of Heaven, I
think. No more disruption.

Just like -minded people and their
ukuleles.

Now I must go.

An autopsy, Roscoe Flynn.

Gina, just one last thing.

What is it you seek, playing the
ukulele?

The word you used, seek.

What has this got to do with the death
of Roscoe Flynn?

No, nothing. I'm just curious.

Then it's nothing to do with you.

I mean, I'm not wrong, am I?

The ukulele is so not Gina. The ways of
Gina perplex us all.

Hang on. Could you be very careful?

I know Roscoe Flynn.

Oh, well, I've never actually met him,
but I know who he is.

A property developer.

Oh, okay. Well, then the suspect list
just got a whole lot longer.

Rakesby something. I took a look at the
size, but the thought of buying off the

plans, it's not really me.

Oh, hang on.

It's okay. I can take those.

So, uh, yeah, call me if you need me.
Will do.

Tell you what, you said Yosefa Knight
was part of the group?

Uh, yeah, you know him? I do. In fact,
he's just bought and sold houses for me.

Why don't I talk to him?

Especially seeing as he's just walked
through my door.

Yeah, okay, that sounds sensible.

Back to you soon.

Yosefa! Mike!

How's the big move going?

Pretty good. Nothing too damaged that
can't be fixed.

Nah, they're good boys, these ones.

The best in town. My research led me to
believe they're the only ones in town.

Wait, just because they're the only
doesn't mean they can't also be the

I guess that's true.

Now, I have a little tradition on every
moving in day that I'm involved in. A

little housewarming gift.

That's very nice.

Why don't you and I share a drop after
we've had a wee chat?

What do we have left to chat about? Are
not our chatting days done?

This is about Roscoe Flynn.

What about Roscoe? And the fact that
last night, he died.

Here. To help deal with the news.

Is this your stuff?

My humble offering to the gods of wine.

We're alone.

Yeah.

Oh, sorry about the bottle before.

I'll get you another.

Not to worry.

So you're a member of the Broken Wood
Ukulele Orchestra? Yes.

I wouldn't have picked that.

Not my idea.

Whose was it?

Annabella's. She was worried I was
depressed, thought getting a bit of bus

figure into my life might cheer me up.

I tried to explain I'm always the
priest, but once Annabella makes a

it stays decided.

I'm a terrible player, but strumming
away, you know, does have a certain

effect. And you worked with Roscoe? I
wouldn't say with.

Well, I saw your name on a sign up at
the Ragsby development.

Ragsby Gardens.

Yeah, I had the exclusive listing
rights, but I'm not actively working on

project. In fact, Roscoe and I, we
rarely spoke.

But you were in the orchestra together.

I was doing the ukulele thing for a
while.

Roscoe arrived on the scene much later.

Before or after he and Annabella got
divorced?

They're not divorced yet.

They're going through the process.

But yes, after proceedings began, then
he started coming along.

So you're getting divorced, then you
join your wife's music group. You have

talk to Annabella about that.

The ukulele, that was a them thing.

How were they last night?

Do you think she killed him?

I don't think anything at the moment.

I just want to know if anything was out
of the ordinary.

Well, apart from that Norwegian death
ukulele freak show, Laszlo turning up

trying to steal Roscoe from the group.

No, it was very much a normal session.

And then Roscoe Flynn ended up dead.

Yeah.

Okay, that was a little different.

I used to play the ukulele.

Your secret is safe with me.

At school.

Wasn't half bad.

Anything leaping off the screen?

Yosefa Knight has a whole heap of
speeding tickets against his name.

It's not exactly homicide, is it?

Julie Jones, meanwhile, has...

Many convictions, including assault, and
in fact, not long out of prison.

That's more like it. Conditions of her
parole include residing with her aunt,

Selina Dean.

Do I have Roscoe Flynn's address?

Yep. There first, and then swing by Miss
Jones for a quick word. I reckon.

Who says there's no honesty in
advertising?

And this is definitely Roscoe Flynn's
given address.

I'm guessing that counts as it.

I thought this guy was rich.

I mean, it's quite a nice caravan.

Guess that she ended up with a marital
property.

Ragsby Gardens, where divorce men come
to die.

Let's get out of here.

Fair call.

Julie Jones?

Should we chase after her?

Why?

Pretty suspicious behaviour.

Tell me a bit.

I want to know why someone runs before I
chase after them.

Yeah, I can work with that.

Belina Dean?

Yes. Detective Christensen, this is
Stacey Chalmers.

Was that person there working on the
Jeep, Julie Jones?

She was here, yeah.

What did you want to talk to her about?

The same thing we'd like to speak to you
about.

The death of Roscoe Flynn.

Roscoe?

And you were the last to leave the hall?

I set the alarm, locked up, as per
usual. And Roscoe was still in the car

Yes. Uh -huh.

Whatever you say.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Night, Roscoe.

Okay, yeah.

Yeah. All right.

Maybe... Any other cars still there?

No, just Roscoe's.

Anything out of the ordinary in the
session?

Rehearsal.

Night. Not even Laszlo's little visit
was a first.

He was trying to poach Rothko, is that
right?

Among other things.

Such as?

Laszlo's still not thrilled I kicked him
out of the orchestra.

Why did you kick him out?

Have you met Laszlo yet?

No. You'll figure it out.

So Rothko replaced him in the group.

No, there was an overlap. Which is why
Laszlo wanted Rothko for his little art.

Project, whatever he's calling it.

Nuclele Armageddon.

Stupidest name ever.

Roscoe was your best player.

By some margin, unfortunately.

And how was he last night?

Same as usual. Last to arrive, first out
the door at the end. He left first.

From memory, he, Annabella and Yusef are
left together.

Good night, Tifa.

Great rehearsal tonight, Selina. I
really feel we're getting close.

Close to what?

Performing in public.

Opinion is divided on whether we're
ready.

In what way?

They all want to, but I don't think
we're anywhere near it yet.

Is that a bone of contention?

Yeah.

Mainly with Roscoe, who'd just like to
show off.

How did Annabella take it when he joined
the orchestra and started throwing his

weight around?

Just in her stride.

The way she does everything.

She's a friggin' saint.

That's high praise.

She's worth it. Like, when Julie came to
live with me,

I'm sure you know the circumstances.

We do.

Annabella was the only one around here
that gave her the time of day. She even

gave her a job doing gardening and
stuff, which is a hell of a lot better

doing break -ins, I'm sure you'd agree.

Undoubtedly. Well, tell Julie we'd like
a word when she comes back from wherever

she needed to be in such a hurry.

You know, I get the appeal of the
ukulele.

If it's playing in the background when
you're in Hawaii, laying on the beach,

sipping Mai Tai.

Well, I am more partial to a daiquiri
myself.

Okay, Roscoe Flynn's phone records tell
a story.

So who did he talk to live before he
died?

The ex -wife. In fact, Roscoe and
Annabella talked to each other a lot for

couple going through a divorce.

They had some stuff to sort out.

Some might say that's why God gave us
lawyers.

Most divorced couples I know, the last
thing they want to do is talk to each

other. You know a lot of divorced
couples do. More than I would like.

Another frequent caller, usually
unanswered, a number belonging to Laszlo

Carlson. Hmm.

Roscoe wasn't keen on talking to Laszlo
then.

Gina, I need to talk to Mike. Why'd you
call me then?

He didn't pick up my call.

That's because, as I explained, Mike's
on the sidelines for this one.

Then you need to know that Roscoe Flynn
was killed by ukulele.

Yeah, I think that was quite obvious,
Gina. But this ukulele was engineered to

kill.

For Roscoe Flynn, death had four
strings.

Yeah, I know those moving guys.

They come here quite a bit.

They reckon when you're fully
caffeinated, you move stuff faster. Just

all I'm after.

Yeah, well, you don't want to believe
everything you're hearing.

But is the news true about Roscoe Flynn?

Word gets around.

Not a word, Frodo.

Reverend Green has sworn me to secrecy,
so I cannot share what I know.

But... Roscoe Flynn was found dead this
morning.

No way.

How? Frodo, I cannot say.

Strangled to death was broken ukulele.

Fire out.

Why would somebody want to kill Roscoe?

He's a bit of a dick at times, but he's
always okay with me.

When exactly did you last see Roscoe,
Flynn?

Um, when me and Mrs. Baker were leaving
rehearsal.

Nailed it tonight, Frodo.

Hey, thanks, man.

Yeah, where have I heard that before?

Never mind, I played well tonight,
Roscoe. Oh, no, yeah, totally. You were

killing it.

Not... Did I mean Mrs Baker Kildon?
Well, I'm sure she didn't. That'd be

It would.

Have you met Annabella yet?

Not yet.

She's like the coolest and nicest person
on the planet.

Positive, full of encouragement.

Like with Gina and her song.

What song is this?

Nothing, just the way she plays. Like
songs and stuff.

Frodo, why is Gina in the ukulele? I
have customers.

Tina. Oh, you're making out calls. I
would like to demonstrate something to

Cause of death for Roscoe Flynn,
ligature strangulation.

Ligature meaning a device was used as
opposed to manual strangulation by the

hands. Yeah.

Thanks, you know, Wayne.

It was done with enough force to
fracture the hyoid bone.

Injury to its hands consistent with
trying to fight the ligature.

But it would have been over very
quickly. So, obviously, the talent was

enough and strong enough... No, no, not
obviously.

Sit.

Why don't you use DC Chalmers to
demonstrate, and I can take notes. I was

thinking the same thing about being the
one taking notes. But I was thinking it

as your senior officer.

Roscoe Flynn, sit in the front seat.

Has no idea someone is behind him.

See?

Exactly as Roscoe Flynn did.

I think anyone would. But it's too late.
The ligature is already biting into the

neck. All the person behind him needs to
do is lean back.

And if necessary, put their knee in the
back of the seat. Okay, good. Relax.

I'm not actually going to kill you. Just
showing that the offender doesn't need

to be big and strong.

Because physics.

It's doing the work.

Now, with the head trapped against the
headrest, they cannot rush around.

Snap. Higher your bones.

Quick and clean.

Physics got it.

So, why the unusual choice of murder
weapon?

The ukulele.

It's an instrument of love.

Men and women serenading each other to
its gentle, soothing sound.

But this ukulele was re -engineered for
one purpose only, to kill.

The strings were superglued into the
bridge and tied off to the tuning pegs,

just to make sure they didn't come loose
during the act.

Turning a ukulele into an instrument of
death, that's definitely sending a

message. Especially this ukulele. What's
so special about it?

This is an inoa, made in Hawaii from the
wood of koa tree.

As such, it can only be purchased in
Hawaii.

This is a very expensive, very special
ukulele. How expensive?

In the thousands.

This was found in the footwell of the
victim's car. Is it the same?

This is Roscoe's ukulele.

This is a twin of this one.

As I said, message.

Thanks, Gina. I must go now. In my
excitement, I forgot to put him in the

fridge.

Start of a 10.

Who does Gina want to serenade with her
ukulele of love?

Hmm, I couldn't possibly say.

The thing is that when I came here,
seems like a lifetime ago, the plan was

ease into retirement making wine.

Although a retirement thing never quite
happened. And the wine?

Well,

it is what it is. My dad says it is what
it is, means it is what it shouldn't

be.

Sure.

Merlot.

Yes, but I'm moving on now. And there's
only two cases left, and I'm thinking,

what better place for them to end up
than... Than here.

Keep it local.

No charge. I'd be happy knowing they
found a good home.

Trudy will get back to you.

Maybe it's a cultural thing with Gina.

Being in a ukulele orchestra.

Instruments with less than six strings.

Brokenwood doesn't have a balalaika
orchestra, so she went for the next best

thing to express her love.

Laszlo Carlson, not his birth name.

He changed it. From?

Liam Ragsby.

Of Ragsby Gardens.

Or a strange coincidence.

Heads up.

Oh, the track star returns.

So, Roscoe Flynn is dead.

He is.

How did he die?

That's currently under investigation.

Oh, you don't know.

No, we do.

Do you?

Okay, can we cut the crap?

Roscoe was a douchebag, yeah, but I
didn't kill him.

Why was he a douchebag?

For what he did to Auntie Selina.

They'd all got sorted out. Yeah, thanks
to Annabella.

A couple of years back, I was thinking
about selling my place.

I liked the look of what Roscoe was
proposing at Kegans Bay, and so I put a

deposit down.

Off to plans.

Once he had no intention of ever
building.

No. I sincerely believe he had the best
of intentions. It's just, you know, the

economy.

Besides, the money got paid back
eventually. So Annabella Flynn paid off

husband's debts on that project?

Just me.

I think she felt partially responsible
because she put me in contact with him.

And now she's given you a job.

She's a good person.

What else can I say?

Last night, You arrived first, yeah?

Yep. With Auntie Selina.

You didn't notice anything out of the
ordinary, apart from Laszlo Carlson's

visit during the rehearsal?

Roscoe was as obnoxious and know -it
-all as usual, so... No.

Same old, same old.

And then you were the last to leave,
along with Selina.

Uh, no.

Nope. I left earlier.

I decided to walk home.

You didn't mention that.

You never asked.

It didn't occur to me.

Julie often walked home. It's not that
far.

Helps me calm down after... Roscoe.

I like to walk.

Bye, Julie.

Pleaders always.

Actually, there was one thing that was
kind of odd.

Like, just down the road, Josefa had
pulled over.

He was talking, like, on the phone,
maybe, or maybe to himself, I don't

Whatever it was, he did not seem happy.

Then I got home, and Auntie Selena was
already there.

We said goodnight.

I went to sleep.

That end.

Once upon a time, According to your
records, these late night walks

ended up in other people's houses.

None of that here, I hope.

That was the old me.

I don't have any desire to go back
there.

One steak and two.

Thanks, Lena.

My dad says they're the king of pies.

Your dad sounds like an interesting man.

Thanks. Yeah.

He takes after me.

Lena.

The shepherd?

Mrs Baker.

Can I offer you a wine?

Is that Merlot?

Yes, the king of wines. Oh, God.

Well, I don't drink red.

Truly love.

It's half -blown when you have the time.

Moving day out of here?

Yes. Using the local mob?

Didn't have much choice.

You've heard the story about how they
once delivered everything to the wrong

address.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Do you mind if I ask you a couple of
questions?

About Roscoe Flynn.

Terrible, terrible thing. I mean, I know
he wasn't the most lovable human on the

planet, but still.

It happened after rehearsal, right, in
the car park? There are things that I

neither confirm nor deny.

You know about Julie, right?

That girl who had the past? Yes, we're
aware of that.

Oh, she's troubled, that one. You can
tell just by looking at her. Oh, thanks,

love. And then Leslo.

I mean, he was the type of thing that
was in the group. And then Roscoe,

he got even darker. And then Selina had
to ask him to leave because we all

agreed that he was creepy, except for
Annabella, of course, because she always

takes the best in everyone. And now it's
like he just drags a big dark cloud

around him wherever he goes.

And Yousefa, I mean, he is weirdly
devoted to Annabella. He's like a

puppy around her.

But maybe Roscoe found out about them
and the two men got into a fight.

Then? Well, she's a single woman now.

That is a scenario worth looking into.

I'll get back to you about that. And I
will get back to you about that.

Cheers. Is that Mike's wine?

Mm -hmm.

I've heard it's not great, even for a
Merlot.

No, it doesn't seem like a talent to
mess up a Merlot. My dad says that's why

sold his place, because he failed as a
winemaker.

Mm -hmm.

Chow, chow.

Laszlo Carlson?

Brokenwood CIB, we just want a quick
word.

Pretty sure I had this nightmare once.

Check this out.

The artworks will be available for sale
after the performance.

These are artworks.

Can I help you?

DC Chalmers.

Detective Samson.

I say again, can I help you?

We're investigating the death of Roscoe
Flynn.

He's dead?

Very much so.

And, do you have a reaction to that?

I have matched feelings.

He was a great player and I've made no
secret about wanting him to join me.

Ukulele Armageddon. The show I am
devising, yes.

You're trying to recruit him?

As I said.

But no other members of the Brokenwood
Ukulele Orchestra?

Amateurs. They are the inspiration
behind my show.

What is your show?

It's about the comfortable middle class
who adopted the instrument of the

worker. for their new book club.

Not a fan of the comfortable middle
class?

No, not a big fan.

You said you had mixed feelings about
Roscoe Flynn's death.

Well, he was the one that cheated my
parents out of their land, but then

he was a property developer, and a
cockroach does what a cockroach does.

Even cockroaches deserve a second
chance.

How did he trick them out of their land?

He took advantage of their age and
fragile mental state to swindle them out

their life savings.

And did you try to stop them?

At the time, we were, shall we say,
estranged.

Do you know who killed him, Laszlo?

Oh, did somebody kill him?

You never said?

Yeah.

I imagine there was quite a queue for
that privilege.

But no.

I can't help you.

You paid the Brokenwood Ukulele
Orchestra a visit last night.

Then I came back here.

Were you alone?

Look around, Detective.

Of course I was.

And unless you have a warrant to be in
here, I'd quite like to be left alone

once more.

Okay, well, it was nice chatting.

Wasn't it?

If I remain on leave, Mike is exhibiting
signs of separation anxiety.

I need a coffee.

I'm guessing you're back in the office
now.

You defaced the board.

Well, I wouldn't call it a defacement.

More a logical rethinking.

How was Laszlo Carlson?

Disturbing. You're meant to be on leave,
which means we notify you.

When stuff happens.

If half of what I hear is true, then my
worldly possessions are in Riverstone.

I need something to take my mind off it.

By thinking about the things you're not
meant to be thinking about.

Occupational hazard.

Well, whoever did it, it's all about
Annabella Flynn.

It seems so.

We'll get up there to talk to her ASAP.

Don't bother. I'm already here.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Luke Flynn.

DSS Mike Sheppard, Brokenwood CRV.

Annabella, please.

And I was wondering when the police
would get to me.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Yeah, I was trying to process it,
really.

To be honest, in a way, Roscoe died for
me some time ago, but it's

still awful.

No one deserves to be taken before their
time.

I can't argue with that.

Do you mind me asking why you got
divorced?

No, not at all.

Roscoe got through my defences, really.

He was charming and he was funny.

And he had an energy that I sort of
needed in my life at the time that we

We loved music.

We had fun.

But then I realised that for his part,
it was all an act.

In what way?

I've been lucky around money and wise
with it, but Roscoe was born poor, which

created a hunger in him to be rich.

And yeah, sometimes he was rich, but he
was not good with money, and so then

he'd just lose it all over again. So he
married you for your money?

No, we married because we were in love,
but it's hard to keep loving someone who

is... shouting at you, demanding that
you give him money just because he's

husband and he needs it.

But you never bailed him out?

No. From time to time I'd make
reparations in either money or

knife people who suffered because of
Roscoe.

But no, I never gave him a cent and
inevitably that became an issue too big

the marriage to survive.

So I began divorce proceedings.

And Roscoe fought those proceedings?

Oh, yeah.

Of course.

I mean, half of mine was his, according
to him. Never mind the documents that he

freely signed before we got married.

Like I said, I'm sensible when it comes
to money.

I can see that.

Oh, my goodness.

I am probably making myself sound like
your prime suspect, aren't I?

Well, luckily, I have made sandwiches.

Mmm. Lovely.

I'd give a good sandwich, even if I do
so myself.

Could we talk about the events of last
night? Yeah, of course.

When did you last see Roscoe?

When I left after rehearsal, Yosefa,
Roscoe and I all walked out together.

Night, mate.

So you're good for the meeting on
Friday?

Of course.

Because spending time and money I don't
have on lawyers is what I live for.

If the two of you were at war, why did
he join your ukulele group?

Because he knew his presence would drive
me crazy.

He wanted to rub my nose in his talent.

He loved stirring for the sake of
stirring because it was a completely

thing to do.

Why didn't you get him kicked out? He
joined after you, didn't he?

It's because Roscoe was good.

We're not a great bunch of players, and
having him in there made us better.

There was one weird thing about last
night.

As I was driving out of the car park, I
thought I saw someone.

Honestly, I saw whoever it was just out
of the corner of my eye, and even as I

say it now, I wonder if I imagined it,
but, well, given events, it may or may

not be important. And you came straight
home?

I did, and I even have a witness to back
that up. Josefa was here when I got

back.

Josefa? Mm -hmm.

Okay, because... He was upset, so we sat
up drinking whiskey and talking.

What was he upset about?

About Roscoe.

You asked if having Roscoe in the group
was hard on me. Well, it was just as

bad, if not worse, for Josefa, given how
Roscoe had dragged him down again in

the Ragsby Gardens debacle.

And what time did he leave?

Sometime in the morning, I presume. When
I got up, he was gone.

Mind out of the gutter, detective.

Yosefa and I have stayed up drinking
whiskey and talking into the night a few

times, and I always insist that he
sleeps in one of the spare rooms.

Hmm.

Are we done? It's just I have a lawyer
to talk to for my sins.

Yes, we're done here.

And please do sing out if you need
anything else. Yeah.

Oh, and congratulations, by the way.

On what? Your new home.

Yosefa was very proud that he had sold
both the old and new dwellings to

Brokenwood's top cop. It's quite the
pinnacle in his game, apparently.

I just hope that my stuff ends up at the
right address, unscathed. Are you using

the local crews? Didn't have much
choice.

You'll be fine. They look a bit rough,
but they're good boys.

Do you know everyone and everything in
Brokenwood?

Well, let's just say I'm connected to my
community.

I really love your car.

I was thinking of getting something a
bit more like yours.

Oh, no, no. I mean, it gets the job
done, but this, this has soul.

True.

But soul hasn't exactly been reliable
lately.

Well, you never know what you've got
till it's gone.

Unless you want a swap.

Probably just needs a service.

Yours is the same model as Roscoe's car.
Yeah, we bought them together. One of

those grand gestures you think is
romantic, but really it's just an

save a dying marriage.

I can get that.

A classic.

I have faith.

Ah, there you go.

Hey, did I ever tell you the story about
a friend of mine and how the movers

took her stuff to the wrong house and
there was no one there, so they just

it all out on the front lawn? No.

Please don't.

You have a friend.

What did you learn about Annabella
Flynn?

Pleasant, helpful, forthcoming, and as
public opinion would have it, saint

-like.

Do saints kill ex -husbands?

Especially when she was already free of
him.

Well, not quite. I mean, he was still...

Sniffing around, trying to get his half
of everything.

It's a way to head that off at the path.

I get the feeling that in a battle of
lawyers, she would win hands down.

So Roscoe infiltrates her ukulele group
and then Annabella kills him.

It's not a strong motive, though, is it?

Music does strange things to people.

Food of love and all that.

Hmm.

Maybe that's why Gina is in this band of
happy players.

She's, um, taken up.

Songwriting, apparently.

Frodo mentioned something about that.
That sounds... Concerning.

Jarvis. Why did Roscoe join the
Brokenwood Ukulele Orchestra?

Because he likes the ukulele that much?
Or to muscle in on Annabella's gig and

show off his talent?

Or to woo her back?

Oh, no way.

Incident at Ragsby Gardens.

You want to ride along? I have other
things to attend to.

That's definitely mounted.

Thanks for heads up.

You must be Josefa Knight.

Detective Christensen, this is DC
Chalmers.

Didn't quite nail the getaway, Josefa.

Yes, I confess.

I did it. Bloody front end loader ran
out of diesel. Yeah, we know it was you.

Got a bunch of calls about a Maori or
Pacific Islander driving a loader,

smashing into a sign.

Why can't they never tell us apart?

All right, go on. Arrest me.

Make my day.

All good. I know my rights.

No? That's fine. You can just walk.

I was sitting in my office.

And the cruel silence.

Staring at the wall.

Then I just kind of snapped.

When you decided to kill Roscoe. No!

Roscoe, the sign.

I wanted it gone like it would erase the
memories.

Of Roscoe?

Of being a fool and listening to Roscoe
twice.

Is it because of the Bragsby Gardens
development?

And Keegan's Bay.

Keegan's Bay, beachside paradise where
promises are made and dreams are washed

away like the outgoing tide.

It didn't work out, I take it.

Year of my life. Wasted.

Trying to sell something that barely
broke ground before we ran out of money.

Why did you get involved with him again?

Because Roscoe always talked a good
game.

Because Roscoe felt apologetic about the
Keegan's Bay fiasco and swore it

wouldn't happen again. Swore he had the
financing in place this time.

Because he offered me the exclusive
listing rights.

I was greedy for the number he'd dangled
in front of me like the temptress that

he was.

Man, I'm so stupid.

Should have seen it coming when I laid
eyes on the ad. What ad?

Ragsby Gardens, where you can be you for
as far as the eye can see.

Ragsby Gardens, bespoke diction, blank
canvases of which you can paint the

of your dreams. Ragsby Gardens, where
deep and serenity are the password to

adventure and excitement.

Ragsby Gardens, fertile and thickened,
where you can plant your dreams and

them grow.

Ragsby Gardens, where sin is believing.

Get him now before all this is gone.

I know.

Leave him speechless.

Okay, um... I have so many questions.
Like,

why the ukulele?

I asked Roscoe that. He said it was his
point of difference.

Point of difference from reality?

Yeah, well, needless to say, the uptake
on the offerings wasn't great.

Non -existent, really.

OK, um, I'm so sorry that happened to
you.

So you left the hall and went straight
to Annabella's place, yes? I paused to

call her, but I went straight to
voicemail, so I left a message.

Well, it's more of an outpouring,
really.

Vaguely saw Julie walking past during my
rent, thinking I must look like a

lunatic, so...

Might as well head over there and say
what I wanted to say over a very nice

whiskey. It's a thing we do sometimes.

And did you see or notice anything out
of the ordinary?

Not really.

I saw a flag.

That made me sad.

A what kind of flag?

A chopper flag.

It would have been attached to an
awesome bike, probably.

It's a banana seat.

Sissy bars.

Ape hangers, I imagine.

I always wanted one when I was little,
but Mum would never let me.

She got me a rally 20.

Dumbest bike in the world.

Am I a suspect to you?

The good news, Mr Knight, is that you
are not under arrest for the sign, given

that it was Ross Gophelin's property
and, well, he's not here to file a

complaint, is he?

Thank you, Sipa.

I'm your lion

to your leopard.

I'm your sheep to your shepherd.

You always know what I like.

My name is Gina.

And your name, your name.

It is polite to announce your arrival.

I'm here.

I can see that.

Was that an original tune? Yes.

Oh.

Cool.

What's it about?

It's private.

Why are you here?

Does anyone in the Broken Wood Ukulele
Orchestra get to rehearsal by bike?

No. You're sure? Yes.

And afterwards, when you left, there was
no bike in the car park?

If there was, I didn't see it when I
left. But then again, it was dark, and I

was choosing a podcast on my phone about
the massacre of Novgorod under Ivan the

Terrible. I like to listen to something
relaxing during my evening walks.

Of course you do.

Is Mike coming back soon?

I will definitely let you know.

Sheep to your shepherd.

Who could that be?

Well, at least now we know what she
seeks.

There is something not right about that
woman.

Well, we've known that for quite some
time with Gina.

No, Annabella Flynn.

There is almost...

Nothing to be found anywhere about her.
I mean, she's such a saint. Where are

the outward signs of her sainthood?

Rich, white woman in a small town.

Usually they're on a committee
somewhere, out and about, doing their

for all to see, posting it for the world
and their dog, but Annabella Flynn,

nothing. Well, I'd be more than makes up
for that.

Any photos of Annabella alongside him in
this world?

No, nothing.

Probably didn't want to be tainted by
his failures.

He was busy saving the lost souls he
left in his wake. Yeah, but just the

she likes.

Although... You found her secret double
life?

Not exactly.

A month ago, Annabella reported a break
-in at her home.

Guess what was taken?

Can we not play that game?

One thing.

A very expensive Nainoa ukulele.

A month ago, you reported a burglary at
your house.

Yes, my Nainoa. The insurance company
said I had to file a complaint before

they'd pay out standard procedure.

Would this, by any chance, be that
ukulele?

Um, yeah, it could be, or one exactly
like it.

Or Roscoe's one.

You and Roscoe had matching ukuleles.
Yeah, we bought them together on holiday

in Hawaii.

Is this one damaged because of what
happened to Roscoe?

There is a connection, but this is not
Roscoe's ukulele.

His one was in its bag in his car.

Right, so is it my one?

It would seem so.

Sorry, I don't understand what the
connection... This is the murder weapon.

This is? Yes.

Wow.

Someone, like, hit him with it.

The ukulele was deliberately broken and
then modified so the strings could be

used as a ligature.

He was strangled with it.

Oh, God.

Are you all right, Miss Flynn?

Um... Yeah, yeah, yeah, sorry. I'm
just... That's just, like, so grotesque.

So, obviously, the circumstances
regarding the burglary become important

investigation. You can see that? Yeah,
no, I can.

I just...

I don't really know if there's anything
I can say that will be of any use.

It was there in the house, in the music
room where it always lived.

It's sounding good.

No, it's not. But it is sounding better,
so I will take it. I finished

replanting the succulent.

Want to come take a look?

Oh, yes, I would love to.

And so Julie and I went outside into the
garden, and then when we came back

inside, a door that had...

previously been closed was open and the
908 was gone.

Was Julie Jones with you the whole time
you were out of the room?

I know where you're going with that and
you're wrong.

Julie was definitely with me when this
was stolen and yeah she has a record of

which I was well aware when I hired her
but she has been nothing but hard

working since that day.

You called Roscoe not long after you'd
left the rehearsal?

I did, yeah.

Well, why didn't you just talk to him
while you were there? Because sometimes

it's not until you walk away from
someone that you think of what you want

say.

So the phone call that night was an
argument?

It ended up that way. It started with me
saying, don't you dare duck the lawyer

meeting again. Try...

Manning up and actually chilling this
time.

It then swerved through to, and while
you're at it, why don't you bugger off

join Laszlo in his free code mail
therapy session.

And then it ended with me saying, I'm so
looking forward to not having you in my

life anymore.

I'm not very proud of that last one,
considering it was the last thing I ever

said to Rothko.

But yeah, apart from that, it was very
much one of our standard.

Can I go now, please?

By all means.

Great.

So Annabella Flynn had motive.

It does seem that way.

We may have a new contender for motive.

Laszlo's parents died on the Gold Coast.

Murder -suicide, it was ruled.

That would explain the darkness in young
Laszlo.

Here we go.

I searched Nuclele Armageddon.

Please don't.

Now go back a bit.

Up there in the mirror.

Well, hello, Julie.

Hi, Julie.

Quick word, if you don't mind.

Yeah, I know Laszlo.

Just kind of had to miss.

But how well do you know him?

Well enough to be shooting videos at his
place, obviously.

Which one?

Shot a bunch of videos with him.

You never mentioned this to me.

Yeah, because I knew you'd freak.

No, not at all.

All right, then.

So did you meet Laszlo through the
ukulele orchestra?

No, he'd been kicked out by the time I
joined.

Well, where did you meet him then?

Up at Annabella's when I started working
there.

What was he doing at Annabella's?

Sometimes he's giving her ukulele
lessons. Sometimes they're just sitting

talking.

I really think for you and... Why did
she go to him for lessons?

I don't know. Ask her. What's wrong with
me?

Maybe she's bored of all the lame music
choices you make.

I thought you liked the songs we did. I
like the singing. I like the playing.

I'm not so keen on the songs.

They're classic. Yeah.

So, last century. When you were with
Laszlo, did he ever talk about Roscoe

at all?

Julie?

Julie, it is in your best interest to
answer the question.

Yeah, of course he talked about Roscoe.

I mean, this is the guy that ripped off
his parents, right? Which led to them

killing themselves. So, yeah, he talked
about him.

Doesn't mean he killed him, though.

Detective. Annabella.

Hi. I was just in the neighbourhood,
so... Yeah, look, I'm sorry.

I feel like I have cooperated fully with
you all, and yet these questions, they

just keep on coming.

Yes, well, unfortunately, that is the
nature of a homicide investigation.

Liam Ragsby, or Laszlo Carlson as you
know him, probably.

No, I know him as both. What about him?

You were in the orchestra with him.
Yeah, I was.

And Roscoe did the land deal with his
parents?

Yes, but the two are not connected.

So after he was booted out of the
orchestra, why was he such a frequent

here?

Well, I don't know if I'd say frequent,
but he was a visitor.

I asked him to give me ukulele lessons,
and I paid him for his time. For all his

shortcomings as a human, he was actually
a very good teacher.

Did Laszlo ever talk about Roscoe while
he was here with you?

Do you mean did he tell me that he
wanted to kill Roscoe?

Well, I'm sure he didn't go that far.
Look, we talked about a lot of things,

we bonded in a way over the fact that we
both lost our parents in tragic

circumstances.

Is he in love with you?

Well, if he is, he definitely kept that
to himself.

Is there anything else I can help you
with?

Uh, nope. Okay, that's it. Bye then.

Nope, that's all.

Come on, girl.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Got trouble, Mike.

Indeed. I know the feeling.

Lucky you're not trying to use a front
end loader as a getaway vehicle.

I have no idea what that means.

You will. Okay.

You're heading to your new place, right?

Yes. Me too.

Bringing this over as promised.

I'll trade you that for a lift to where
I can call a tow truck.

Michael,

we can do better than that.

Give me the thumbs up when you feel me
take the strain and...

And then leave the driving to me? Are
you sure about this?

That's my... How high can it be?

Look around, not a cloud in the sky.

What a day down here on the river. City
to heaven, happy to hear. No, no, no.

Zipper! No raindrops or hurricane will
keep me awake.

I've got a plan and I'm going to stay.

Promise that sun will keep shining and
the fish will keep flying. The clouds

going to stay awake.

My soul's on fire, I'm in for a new day.
New Zipper!

There you go.

Safe and sound.

Hey, Mike, why is your car bleeding out?

Oh, that's not good.

It may be a mercy killing.

You're welcome.

Also... I probably should have warned
you about this as your real estate

but a fair few ratbags live around here,
so best not leave your car unlocked at

night. Hooray!

One -dimensional fantasy.

Hear a curdle blast, a dandelion dress,
or just a devil in a dress.

Mike, I was just thinking about you.

I mean, I was thinking about your moving
house. How is it going?

Oh, you want me?

In the garage?

It will be my pleasure.

Show me where the offender was in
relation to Roscoe.

Good. Now, garrot me.

I have nothing to go at you with.

Well, just pretend. Use your hands.

Yeah, good.

Now get out.

What? Get out. Shut the door.

So, I'm Roscoe. I've just come out of
ukulele practice. I've climbed into my

car, and you come out of the dark about
to murder me.

What the hell? What are you doing?

I'm doing what you told me.

No, sorry, I'm being Roscoe, reacting to
the person climbing in behind.

Yet, when the body was discovered, the
position of it indicated he was unaware

that someone was behind him, attacking
him.

Yes, that's what I'm thinking.

Therefore, the killer was waiting for
him.

Now, get up.

Shut the door.

Now, get inside and wait for me.

I can't. The car is locked.

Exactly.

So how did they get in?

The car was unlocked.

In a dark car park at night. Would
someone really leave their car unlocked?

Or whoever killed Roscoe had a spare set
of keys.

Unlocked the vehicle, climbed in, locked
it, then waited.

Yes, indeed, Gina.

Yes, indeed.

Check it out.

Lazlo?

Brokenwood CIB. Got time for a chat?

Why don't they just pass the door like
normal people?

Lazlo?

You here?

Hey.

Do we have to?

Laszlo, turn off the music. We need to
talk to you.

I am done talking to the likes of you.

Representatives of a world that let
Roscoe Flynn steal my parents' land and

condemn them to die.

Is that why you killed him, Laszlo?

You are not welcome here.

Then let's take this back to the
station.

What if I don't want to go?

Then we'll ask you again nicely and hope
that you reconsider.

Not going to happen.

Suck on this!

Put it down, lad boy. Never.

Put down the ukulele.

Ursula Carlson, you are under arrest for
assault on a police officer.

We've brought in Lazlo Carlson on
assault with Anukulele.

You guys all right?

We might have to add his taste in music
to his list of charges.

He's in interview one.

He's waived his right to a lawyer.

I'll join you.

All right, Lazlo.

What can you tell us about the death of
Roscoe Flynn?

I strangled him.

Didn't take half as long as I thought it
would.

Did you use a weapon in this act?

A very nice Nainoa ukulele.

Such a waste, but needs must.

And where did you get that ukulele?

I stole it from Annabella Flynn's house
a month ago.

Did someone help you with this?

If you mean, did Julie help me?

No.

She doesn't know anything about any of
this.

But she distracted Danabella, giving you
the opportunity.

But she didn't know that was happening.

I saw the opportunity.

I took it.

And this was quite a while before you
went through with it.

I needed time to prepare and to
practice.

On the night in question, can you run us
through your actions?

Well, I turned up, obviously.

And then I waited.

Then I decided I wanted to look Roscoe
in the eye.

One last time.

And I put on a little show for them all.

Wow, another Kiwi classic slaughtered at
your altar.

Then I went back outside.

Hi, Julie.

Pleasure as always.

Oh,

no, yeah, totally. You were killing it.
Good night, Roscoe. Good night, Gina.

Yeah, you know what I'm saying?

Good night, Roscoe. Okay, yeah. All
right.

I was on autopilot.

Can't pretend it didn't feel good.

I was almost gone when I got to bed.

After burning the bag, gloves, clothes,
everything.

Hard work committing a homicide.

At least justice was served.

That's a very compelling story, Laszlo.
Thanks for that.

If you excuse us for a bit, then we'll
make everything official.

Is there something we're missing here?
We've got our confession. It is what it

is.

Sometimes it is what it is means it is
what it shouldn't be.

We should still write it up, though.

Just give me a minute.

Mind if I ask you a couple of quick
questions?

Why did you go into the hall at the
start of the evening?

Like I said, I wanted to look Roscoe in
the eye.

It did kind of advertise you as the
suspect.

I mean, if you'd just waited in the
bushes, you might have got away with it.

OK, we'll put that one down to hubris.

And a rocky mistake.

But unless there was somebody already
there who needed to know that you'd be

outside and ready to go. I told you.

Julie had nothing to do with this.

You did.

My second question.

How did you manage to get into the back
of Roscoe's car so quickly and

stealthily? I mean, you've got this uke
thing in two hands. You open the door,

climb inside, and then you get the
strings over his head.

See, if I was you, I would have gotten
hold of Roscoe's spare car keys.

climbed in the back while he was inside,
locked the door, laid down, and then

when he got inside, just popped out.
That's not how it happened.

My last question.

How did you know that Roscoe would be
the last one left in the car park?

I mean, he was one of the first ones
out.

If he hadn't have got the phone call, he
would have shot through, and you would

have had to have done it as witnesses
were pouring forth from the hall.

I've got lucky.

Are you protecting someone, Leslie?

He killed my parents.

And I wanted him to die for that.

So I did it.

I did it all by myself.

Of course you did.

Just let me know if the songs are too
boring for you.

Give it a rest, auntie.

I said I'm sorry.

You've got such a great voice.

Cheer up.

Okay? I'll take the lead on the first
one.

So I sing my song after the first one?

Yes, you must.

Why does everyone have ukuleles?

We wandered into a cult.

Here you go.

You and one for you.

What's this for?

You didn't think it was just us, did
you?

Do you think anyone would notice if we
flee?

No, I'm into it.

Dust off past blues.

Mikey's coming?

Yep, he should be here soon. Just tying
up some loose ends.

He might come.

Objective. Miss Flynn. You've still got
your car, I'm pleased to see.

It was touch and go there for a while,
but I guess I'm stuck in my ways.

Is that one of those fancy ukuleles?
Yes, it's a Nainoa. I treated myself to

trip to Hawaii.

To pick up another one just like the
murder weapon?

Ah, well, that was a tenor, and this is
a concert.

Makes all the difference.

Have you spoken to Laszlo?

The man who killed my ex -husband?

No, I'm not sure why I would do that.

Did you actually have to ask him to kill
Roscoe? Or did you let the thought seep

in and then let devotion be the rest?

Okay, look, a young man did a terrible
thing for some misguided reason, but

what's done is done.

There's no denying that.

And if you don't mind, I have a gig to
get to.

I'm aware of that.

Oh, well, you should come. What have you
got to lose?

I might just do that. Okay, see you
there.

Your spare key. How do you have that?

A search warrant, executed while you
were treating yourself.

Searching for what?

The spare remote to Roscoe's car.

Well, why... I don't have that.

No, you don't.

But you did.

Sorry, I'm... I'm very confused.

At first I thought it was the matching
car thing, that your key could open his

car and vice versa.

But I was told otherwise.

These things are coded separately.

You'd have identical cars, same make,
model, colour, but the keys are unique,

even though they look the same.

Thanks, Tim. So?

So? Have you made a decision, the sexy
sedan or the manute?

Yes, I have made a decision.

In the same way that your ukuleles
looked identical and your cars are

the same, so two of your remotes.

The spare key we found at Roscoe's was
not a match for his car.

Someone swapped his remote for yours.

The one I'm holding now.

Okay, so I guess they got mixed up in
the split.

How much mixed up? Yeah.

Unless it was intentionally passed on to
someone else.

Mr. Carlson.

One more question.

You're quite the storyteller, Mr.
Carlson. There's only one problem.

What's that?

I don't believe you.

Your loss?

No.

The loss is all yours, Laszlo.

You may be enamored with Annabella
Flynn.

In love, even.

And yes, she will visit you in prison,
initially to keep you sweet in your lie.

But eventually, she will know that no
one will believe you, even if you decide

to tell all.

As the strange and lonely Laszlo Carlson
dwindles away into the interminable

boredom that is prison.

I didn't lie.

I killed Roscoe Flynn.

I know you did.

But you had help.

And if you explain that help, who and
how, I'm sure a judge will look more

kindly on your sentence.

Share the load a little.

Never.

Never?

Never.

Even if it means the difference between
17 and 35 years?

35 long?

Long years.

I have nothing to say.

Okay.

I won't hold you up any longer.

Wait.

He explained that when you left your
door unlocked, so that he could steal

nana, he was gifted something else.

Roscoe's spare key you had switched gave
him access to the critical element of

surprise.

And he offered up one little extra
detail.

You've already left and you're still
busting my balls.

Roscoe? Don't you dare try and get out
of the meeting again. Just man up and

show up. Can you do this?

No more lawyers, Annabella. I just want
what's rightfully mine. Well, bugger off

then and join Leslove.

What the hell are you doing?

sign of Annabella?

And no sign of Mike.

Can I get a glass of salve, please?

Sorted.

Good.

Not on your life.

Hello. Welcome to the first ever, and
hopefully not last ever, public

performance of the Broken Wood Ukulele
Orchestra.

No mucking around. This one starts in
the ever -loving chord of E.

Take it away, Julie.

Okay.

One, two, three, four.

Thank

you.

We're taking on a gamble

I would like to dedicate this next song
to a very special person. It's called

You Are My Separate.