All language subtitles for Brokenwood 12x06 gépi

Way down south where the water's cold.

And the girls don't do what they're
told.

Where the rumors run like the moonshine
flow. Way down south where the water's

cold.

Way down south, they all know your name.

Glow to forget and quiver to blame.

See you in your head.

Even when he's at your door Leave your
tears at the table When you're walking

out the door

Is there anybody here?

Jesus went.

Trude? Trudy?

What the hell?

Ray?

Is she... Are you... Did you... No!

You're okay, Trude. You're okay.

Even when he's at your door, leave your
tears at the table.

In conclusion, nothing out of the
ordinary.

The craniectomy showed clear indication
of a traumatic aneurysm.

Thanks, Gina. Put it on to me and I'll
pass it on to the coroner. Tell me,

what is your favorite Italian dish?

I love spaghetti alla puttanesca.

Olives, capere, anchovies, garlic.

A bit salty.

I am partial to a lasagna.

Of course.

A traditional working man's meal.

After a hard day's work in the field,
you call into your local trattoria and

replenish your weary bones with hearty
food and a candy.

Well, there you go.

So, I've been thinking perhaps you'd
like to join me for dinner tonight at

Porchi Piccione.

Ray Nielsen's new place.

As part of the Broken Hot Top Italian
restaurant competition, he has been

running two -for -one special this week.
So, it's my shout.

Not because I'm cheap, but I like to
support local business.

Of course.

You will? What?

You will join me?

Well... Ah, excuse me.

Of course.

Kristen. Mike, we have a suspected
homicide at Romano Rays.

All right.

I'm on my way.

Gina, let's go to the Porky Piccione.

Oh, Mike.

Now, if you don't mind. Now?

They don't do breakfast. It won't be
open. And you're going to need your kit.

I'll just wait here a moment, Ray.

Bye. It's not pretty in there.

Stand by, Gina.

Stabbed? No sign of an obvious murder
weapon.

Do we know who she is?

Driver's license has her as a Betty
Reynolds.

Known to write?

No. Well, I wouldn't say I knew her.

But she's familiar to you.

In passing, perhaps.

Was she dining here last night?

No. So any idea how she ended up in your
restaurant?

Trattoria and no.

I simply walked in there and there she
is.

And then I contacted you lot
immediately.

And then you put on your porky pigeon
suit?

Yes.

Why would you do that?

Shock. It can make a man feel the cold.

There's a tear here.

A knife, maybe?

Get Gina in.

Gina.

Hello, Betty.

Whatever happened here suggests that
there was a tussle.

Or a tarantella.

Or both.

Regardless, it seems that you came off
second best.

We'll get you out of here as soon as we
can.

Make you more comfortable.

Mike?

Good news.

They have spaghetti alla puttanesca on
the menu and lasagna.

The victim is yours.

There's a trail that goes from the
kitchen to this booth here and then

out to the front door.

It's another trail that starts here and
goes to where the victim is.

Okay, that's her shoe prints.

There are other prints, and someone's
tried to clean up.

Hmm.

Ray, quite a start to your day.

I've had better.

Would you mind taking off your shoe?

Why? So I can match the tread to some
prints in there.

It's just a loafer. Dime a dozen.

All the same.

When you got here this morning, were you
on your own?

I arrived by myself.

There seems to have been a lot of
activity in there.

Well, I guess you get that when someone
tries to knife somebody.

Probably teenagers looking for cash.

Clearly one of those shoe prints will be
mine.

I didn't know what I'd walked into until
it was too late. Another will be the

dead woman's and another the person that
topped her, right?

Except there were four.

Excuse me.

Chalmers. Mike.

Trudy Nelson's been found unconscious
with a possible stab wound, Waterford

Road. Okay, copy that. Thanks.

Ray, your sister Trudy has been found in
the middle of Waterford Road with a

suspected stab wound. She's been
stabbed?

Less than 400 yards from here.

Ray, I found this in your rubbish bin.

Does it look familiar to you?

I'd say it was a pizza cutter.

covered in what I could have thought was
pizza sauce, but it's not, is it?

I need to see Trudy. What the hell is
going on, Ray?

Where is she?

I need to see her.

Where is she?

You are?

Her mother. I'm Trudy Nielsen's mother.

Mrs Nielsen. Spencer, my name is Eileen
Spencer and I want to see my daughter.

Mrs Spencer, she is still in surgery.

Oh, my God.

Please, take a seat, and I will update
you as soon as I have some news.

Yes, yes, yes, of course. A seat, yes.
Thank you.

Mr Spencer, this is Dixie Chalmers.

Why are you here?

We believe that Trudy was a victim of a
stabbing, and we need to talk to her as

soon as she's able.

Why would anyone want to stab my Trudy?

That's what we need to talk to her
about. She needs to talk to her mother

Yes, of course, but right now... No,
absolutely not. Imagine coming out of

surgery and being grilled by a
detective.

No, she needs to heal first.

Not a word.

You understand?

I need to be by her side.

Okay.

Kristen.

It's her mother, Eileen Spencer's just
turned up.

Yeah, I'll keep you posted.

I'll be a sweetheart, get me a tea,
white, no sugar.

I

want

to see my sister.

She's still in surgery, Ray. Well, I
should be there for when she comes out.

Your mother is with her?

I'm sure that'll be of great comfort to
Trudy.

Meaning?

Nothing.

So do you know what happened? Not yet.

We'll have to wait to hear from her.

Do you?

Me? No. We need a statement from you.
Then we'll let you go.

Do you want to take your pigeon suit
off, Ray? It looks hot.

I'm fine. Let's get on with it.

The victim, Betty Reynolds.

Any idea how she ended up in your
restaurant?

Trattoria. And no.

Did you attempt to clean up the crime
scene?

Well, I didn't know it was a crime
scene. There was a dead woman in one of

booths. Well, maybe I didn't realise it
was a crime scene until after I saw her.

Maybe. I walked in, I saw blood. I have
a C plus food hygiene rating.

The last thing I need is blood on the
floor of my trattoria, especially when

it's restaurant awards week.

At first I thought that maybe someone
had...

Stubbed their toe or... Suffered an
amputation?

Luigi had spilt some pizza sauce.

Luigi is?

Was my chef.

I fired him.

Why? For not doing his job.

Are you sure you're all right there,
Ray? I'm fine.

Do you need a glass of water?

Yeah. Okay, that'll be good.

Well, he's hiding something.

That's for sure.

Some friends?

Oh, thanks.

Hmm.

It's a family affair.

No, no.

Oh, Jesus.

Ray?

Ray? Get that bloody suit over. Can we
get some water in here, please?

Okay, take it easy, Ray. You just
fainted.

Whoa.

We really need to talk.

When I find out who was responsible, I
will show no mercy.

Eileen. My God.

I got here as quick as I could.

She will be okay.

She's in the right place.

Thank you.

Mr. Tridgold.

We meet again.

Detective Chalmers.

Always a pleasure.

Lawrence. It's my accountant.

Eileen recently engaged me to do an
audit of her finances, and we've become

friends. More than that.

Indeed.

Roommates.

Such a sweet man for coming here.

Well, there's strength in numbers,
Eileen.

There is strength in numbers.

Whose blood is on your shirt, Ray? You
saw the place.

It was a war zone.

Could be anyone's. The victims?

Tell us about last night.

Was it busy?

It was a roaring trade.

It was our official opening.

It's taken a lot of effort to get here.

What does Piccione mean?

Pigeon, obviously.

Yeah, and who's Romano, Ray? Well,
that's me.

It's my place.

Romano meaning number one Roman. The
Romans being the greatest empire in

history. You want to be number one?

Romano Reyes.

It's a name that says aspirational.

Romano meant cheese.

Yeah, it's hard cheese. What? Cheesy
Reyes. That's a good name for a pizza

restaurant. It's not a pizza restaurant.
It's a trattoria.

Hey, Luigi, these clowns are trying to
tell me that Romano means cheese.

Looks good to me, Ray.

See?

Straight out of the mouth of an actual
Italian.

What more do you want?

More for me.

What? Nothing.

We've been trading for a week. Last
night was the grand opening.

Grazie.

Buonasera.

Welcome to Romano Ray's Porchi Piccioni.
Table for two.

Buonasera is actually Italian for good
evening.

Bonner means good. Sierra means evening.

Now, this is an authentic Italian
restaurant, which means there's quite a

Italian words on the menu, like
spaghetti and pizza.

So let me know if you need any help with
translation.

I think it could be one of them.

Too young.

What about her?

Mystery diners never dine alone, Lena.

It's too obvious.

No, it'll be a middle -aged man or woman
coupled with a friend.

They'll order three courses with each
course being different, the aim of

sampling each other's.

Keep your eyes peeled and let me know so
I can add a bit of the old Ray Nilsen

razzle -dazzle.

The old razzle -dazzle?

Judging for top Italian restaurant in
Brokenwood.

There's nothing wrong with a
complimentary cannoli when you know

you. Not that it matters now. It's all
over. So you were busy last night, but

nothing out of the ordinary.

That's right.

Who was the mystery diner? Well, I don't
know, do I?

They were a mystery.

Did you lock up? I did. I was the last
to leave.

Does anyone else have access to the
restaurant keys, alarm codes?

Trattoria. And no.

Was Trudy working at your Trattoria last
night?

No. Does she ever work there? No.

Did you put this pizza cutter in your
rubbish bin outside?

I did.

A kitchen implement smeared with blood
and left on the floor is unhygienic.

I did what I had to do.

Who was at the door? My window cleaner.

What, Emery? What do you want?

Windows. I'll start inside. No, no. No,
no. It's fine.

No, I'm pretty sure I can see a smith.
No.

Looks good to me.

Good night, last night.

Yes. Go away.

Your fingerprints were on the pizza
cutter.

I just told you. I threw it away.

And so are Trudy's.

Why would Trudy's fingerprints be on it?

Well, obviously she visits the Trattoria
from time to time. Perhaps she made a

pizza. You said she wasn't there
yesterday.

She wasn't. And you said that you're
very concerned about food safety.

I am.

So, if you cleaned this pizza cutter
from the previous shift, ready for

yesterday's trade, and Trudy didn't
visit your Trattoria, then how come her

prints are all over it?

I don't know.

One way.

Your sister was found down the road from
your restaurant.

Trattoria. Suffering from a suspected
stab wound. And her prints are all over

bloodied pizza cutter next to a dead
woman in your Trattoria. So, talk to

us, Ray.

I'd like to make a phone call.

We will need your shirt first.

Hey, can you get this to the lab?

Thanks. He won't be saying anything more
until his lawyer gets here.

Well, I'll make us some coffee.

How about we get some photos?

Marsha. No argument from me.

Vanessa Kent.

Thanks.

Hello? It's me.

Who's this?

Ray, your son.

Whatever you do, you need to get rid of
Trudy's shoes.

Why? They need to disappear.

Thank you.

Wrong number.

Oh,

Lauren. Would you be a darling?

There's a florist next door. And perhaps
grab a bag of yummy things for when she

wakes up.

A bag of treats?

Yes, a bag.

A bag of them.

I can manage that.

Hey, um, who's the new guy?

Uh, it's Luigi.

Found him here this morning.

Hey, what are you doing in here?

Found a... Luigi?

Sorry.

Wow.

Hey, you had a big night.

You were great, by the way. Yeah, give
me.

I'll give you guys a minute, we're good.

That's not what it looks like.

Nah. Cool ass, all good.

Is there one of those ladyboys?

Oh, it's Luigi.

Luigi from Romano Race? Hey, Todd.

Okay, why is he wearing a... He's
Italian.

Turned up to work and he's just there in
his dress.

So the good thing is he knows all about
coffee, but not a word to Audrey, okay?

The dress thing was confusing.

Luigi being a guy who is now a friend
who likes to dress as a woman.

Who's Audrey? Oh, she's my actual
girlfriend.

She's... Pretty much my fiancée. I mean,
we're not engaged or anything, but if

we were, she'd definitely be my fiancée.

Okay.

Wow. May I?

So, um... Who is this lucky lady?

Audrey. The most beautiful name in the
world. It's actually French.

I looked it up. It means noble gas.

Nah, noble strength.

Yeah, yeah, noble strong gas or
something.

Anyway, we're totally going the
distance.

And when he says distance, he means it.
Yeah, she's into ultramarathons.

so it's great that Luigi needs a job,
because I've got a lot of training to do

to keep up. You could run the marathon.

What about your, you know, your leg?

Well, yeah, I'm working up to it. I
managed 300 metres yesterday, so if I

metres a day, then we worked out...
Frodo will complete his first ultra

-marathon by 2032.

Great news.

Yeah, thanks.

Here she comes now.

Hey, how'd that feel?

Not too bad.

Started cramping around the six -hour
mark, but I pushed through.

That'll be the build -up of latex acid.
You'll need a good rub down.

Audrey, this is Detective Thimps.

Detective? Oh, it's okay. She's actually
quite normal. Thanks, Frodo. Oh, hi.

I won't shake your hand with that,
sweetie.

Just completed 100K.

That's like two marathons plus a partial
thon.

That's impressive.

Yeah, she starts at, like, midnight.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Hello. So, um, how exactly did you two
meet?

Oh, we bumped into each other.

Literally. I was walking Maddie in the
forest.

Then Maddie wandered off and I couldn't
find her.

Maddie!

Maddie, where are you?

Here you are.

Naughty junkie.

Oh my gosh.

I'm so sorry.

That's okay.

She invited me out to dinner to make up
for it. We've been going strong ever

since. Dinner every night. Full romance.

Frodo?

Sorry, I have to go.

Yeah. Doing her honour.

She does that.

Yeah, so graceful.

Like a two -legged gazelle.

Are you?

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Hey, what's the latest with Trudy
Nielsen?

Well, she's out of surgery.

Oh, true.

Just a photo of that one.

Yeah. All right, see you guys.

It's Luigi, isn't it? Yeah. Do you mind
if we have a quick word?

Okay? You need to keep this to an
absolute minimum. She's been right up to

edge. Thank you.

I can't allow it. One at a time.

That is my mother, Fidelis Reynolds.

Thank you.

Would you like a moment alone?

This reminds me of an old Russian
saying.

The bear who eats their mother's honey
will end up in a pot.

Meaning?

Daughters must respect their mothers, or
they will meet a sticky end.

If you're Russian.

You understand?

Thank you.

It's strange how she looks at peace now.

You're welcome.

I have a few tricks of the trade.

When she came in, I can assure you, she
didn't look happy at all.

Thank you, Gina.

What happened to her? We're still in the
process of working that out.

Her clothes, where are they?

They are in a bag.

I'm happy to take them if they're in the
way. We need to hold on to them for a

while longer.

to run some tests.

Of course. Sorry.

I've just never... No, no. It's a lot to
take in.

When it's a suitable time and you're
ready, I'd appreciate any background on

your mother.

I can do that.

The time of death was between 1 and 3 a
.m. And Gina confirms that this was the

weapon used on the victim.

The wound is 10 centimeters in length.

The damage to her internal organs
extensive.

It severed a major artery.

She would have bleed out in minutes.

And we know that this pizza cutter only
has two sets of prints on it.

Ray Nelson and Trudy.

There were four people at that crime
scene.

All we know for sure is that this one
belonged to the victim.

And this one to Ray.

Where are we at with Trudy? Nothing yet.

And when she wakes, things will be
different.

Like they were for me.

You were in a coma.

After the tractor incident, I lost my
marriage because I realized

that...

Public display of nudity had unlocked
something.

So, for me, it wasn't waking from a coma
in the traditional sense. It was waking

from the coma of modern life.

And it was like a message sent to me on
the breeze.

I rebranded.

Nude accountancy services.

I specialize in financial transparency.

Please don't tell me you ordered in the
nude. It's a great leveler. Takes the

mystery out of bookkeeping.

Well, I'm happy that you're wearing
clothes today, Lawrence. Only when I

to.

Candy? I'm sure Trudy wouldn't mind.

No, thanks.

Well, I spoke with Luigi, Ray's chef
that he fired last night.

I think he's a racist.

But if he had an issue with Italian
people, why did he start an Italian

restaurant?

I've had a bit to do with Ray over the
years, and he can be obstinate, but I

honestly don't think he's a racist.
Okay.

He did say that you weren't doing your
job. What I wear when I work shouldn't

matter. Is this about the evening gown?

We had creative differences.

I thought I looked great.

He's the boss, right?

Well, I needed that job.

I'm saving up for a trip to my homeland
to visit my ailing grandmother.

I'm so grateful to Frodo. Did you happen
to see this woman

at the restaurant last night?

How would I know?

I was in the kitchen doing my job.

I can't help but think that Luigi saw
something, and that's why Bray fired

Why would that keep him quiet? Bray
knows that he'll just come across like

disgruntled ex -employee.

Who is Betty Reynolds?

How did she get in there?

Why was she there? And of course, why
would someone want her dead?

Oh my God, it's happened.

What has? There's only one reason police
come into bars.

It's to tell us someone is deceased.

That's Trudy, isn't it? Oh my God, she's
dead.

Trudy is out of surgery.

She's gonna be okay.

I knew it. She's a survivor.

Yeah, she's a lucky woman.

I don't mind admitting.

That's a relief.

It is indeed.

Lena, you worked at Ray's new Trattoria,
right?

Mm -hmm. Between here and there, I'm
totally rinsed.

And did you ever come across a Betty
Reynolds?

According to Doug and Ron, she's what's
known as a man -eater.

Thanks, Lena.

Yeah.

Ron?

Doug? This better be good.

We're grieving a good woman down.

Betty Reynolds.

A real piece of work, that one.

There's nothing like she presented
herself in The Classifieds. The

The newspaper ads? Doug hasn't embraced
Tinder yet.

Even though it gets quite lonely out on
the farm, doesn't it, Doug? You can

talk. You went there too.

Is it on your profile that you're a
property developer?

I don't like to boast, but yes, I am.
Impressive.

Commercial or residential?

Residential. I've always taken great
pleasure in having a veggie garden.

Gardening? Growing my own vegetables.

I've developed my property to be a haven
for fresh produce.

So, uh...

Do you like jazz?

I have an extensive collection of LPs.

One fettuccine diabola and one gazpacho.

Enjoy.

Waitress.

There's a fly in my suit.

Wait. Wait. No, don't tell me. I know
this one. My dad told me.

Don't speak too loudly or everyone will
want one.

No.

There's a fly in my suit.

To be honest, I don't really like
Italian food.

It seems to run straight through me.

All right, wise guy.

The oldest trick in the book. Drop a fly
in your food and expect to dine for

free.

Oh, Jesus.

Ray, been a while.

Not long enough.

You too.

Oh, we go way back, don't we, Ray? I
heard you were back in town.

You're not welcome here.

To be honest, I'm used to higher class
joints.

I have no interest in slumming it.

Good night, boys.

What just happened here? I just saved
you from a ward of pain.

I was in with a chance.

And in the morning, she would have
feasted on your carcass.

This one's on me.

In the end, she was.

Just after my money.

You don't have any money.

She didn't know that at the time, Lena.

You like gossip.

Got no time for the Spanish Inquisition.
Some of us have more important places

to be.

You dated Betty too.

Didn't go well, eh, Ron?

I guess the main difference between
Romney and Corridales is in the

of fly strikes.

Once the blowies get down there amongst
the dags, all hell breaks loose down

there in the nether regions.

You've got some nerve coming in here
parading that.

This was given to me by a friend who had
no right to give it away.

Finders keepers? Thieves and vultures,
more like. Hey, steady on. Stay out of

this, Doug. We're on a date. You're not
supposed to talk like that.

It's all right, Doug. I know when I'm
not welcome.

A glimmer of intelligence, at least.

Say hi to your mother from me.

Frank always spoke highly of her.

Get out of my pub.

Well, thanks very much.

You can do a lot better than that, Doug.
I did once.

Look where that got me.

So, Trudy knew Betty Reynolds?

Yeah. They were practically related.

Yeah, but not in a good way.

That woman!

What a nerve!

I knew a girl like that at high school.
Always showing off her stuff.

Yeah? She run off with your mother's
second husband, too?

So the fact that they both got attacked
today is just freaky, right?

Dennis.

Two things I know to be true.

Number one,

you've missed me.

Number two, you're holding a client of
mine hostage.

You haven't been straight with us, Ray.

We know Trudy was in your restaurant.

What if I was to say to you that's news
to me?

I'd say you were lying, probably to
cover for her.

The fact that she was in your restaurant
would explain how her blood came to be

on your shirt, right? Oh, please,
Detective, they could be historical

I'm sorry, from what? The Battle of the
Somme?

Guadalcanal? Agincourt, maybe?

Oh, come on, Dennis. We have a witness
who puts Trudy there.

Who?

Herself.

Trudy, it's very important we know who
attacked you.

Oh, no, Narc. If you were attacked, it's
not Narcing.

It's helping us to find an offender.

Ask Betty.

Betty Reynolds?

Hmm? I would, but she's no longer with
us.

It's not my fault.

Trudy, did you stab Betty Reynolds at
Ray's restaurant?

No.

She stabbed me.

So, the words of a woman heavily sedated
on any number of prescription

narcotics, that doesn't put her in the
room that Betty Reynolds was killed.

Print of Trudy's shoe.

that matches to prints found on the
floor of the crime scene, along with

of blood.

Where'd you get that?

Well, I didn't.

My colleague did.

Eileen asked me to put the potatoes on.

I think I might have some candy now.

Look around the room.

Just help yourself when you get in
there.

Might see you tomorrow.

Mr. Treadgoat, what's in the bag?

So let's start from the beginning, shall
we? What can you tell me about a

certain diamond brooch?

Charlie Nelson, Ray and Trudy's father,
gifted a diamond brooch to Eileen in

1976 to mark their 10th wedding
anniversary.

My dad died several years later. I think
my mother just wore him out.

Some years later, Eileen...

remarried to a man named Frank.

Frank Spencer?

Uh -huh. Frank was a tryhard, fancied
himself as an entrepreneur, was always

trying to make a go of dodgy businesses,
working in the twilight of the law.

Ten years later, around 1993, Frank
began a long -term affair with... Betty

Reynolds. My father loved my mother. Mum
was with herself with Frank, but... He

died when I was fit. He was found face
down on a newly cemented floor of an

industrial unit.

Mum was devastated at his accidental
death, but not as upset as when... She

found out Frank had given her diamond
brooch to Betty. That brooch meant a lot

to my mum.

A lasting memory of my father, Frank.
That brooch meant a lot to my mother.

A lasting memory of Charlie, our father.

And that, folks, is what you call
motive.

This brooch, how much is it worth?

It depends on who you ask.

Well, if you ask my mother, it was worth
a lot.

Hence your interest in her belongings.

Her clothes, where are they?

They are in her bag. I'm happy to take
them if they're in the way. It's not the

most beautiful thing, but it had
sentimental value, if nothing else.

But, according to Ray... A lot. Or so
Lawrence says.

Lawrence Treadgold.

He was doing an audit of my mother's
finances.

Fully clothed, one can only hope.

And that's what he reckoned. Got very
excited about it.

Venus on holiday in Pompeii.

That's a special piece, Ray.

By Michael and Joe.

He was Italian, you know. I'm not here
to discuss naked ladies, Lawrence. You

said you had some news.

Your mother is a proud woman.

You left out stubborn and delusional,
but carry on. As we discussed at Sunday

lunch. Where she served up emotional
blackmail. The cupboard is bare.

But I found this in the insurance files.

This is a piece of 70s bling. Mum should
have let it go years ago.

I did some research.

Its current value would be $150 ,000.

Ricotta and roasted tomato bruschetta
and pancetta.

Easy on Luigi.

That's one expensive place, mate.

Okay, sir.

Grazie. There you go.

It is my understanding that this brooch
is rightfully your mother's.

The question is, what are you going to
do about it?

A hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

Yeah, we definitely have a motive.

Two hours fifty -three. Happy with that?

I know it's hard when your mum's died,
but the grief is giving you wings.

Daniel? Hi.

Nearly run out of carrots. Can I give
her the tiny cabbages?

Yeah, Brussels sprouts, but just a few
at a time. Remember, for every action,

there can be an explosive reaction.

Hi, Lena.

Hey, I so want a donkey.

It'd be the ultimate accessory, right?

Sure, I guess. I mean, imagine me riding
into town wearing my cat suit on my own

donkey. People would just think, wow.

Yeah, I imagine people would think.

Wow.

Hey, the other night at Ray's grand
opening, did you notice anyone out of

ordinary? You mean the mystery diner?
No. I thought I spotted her. I wasn't

sure, but I was pretty sure.

Don't look now, but one o 'clock, booth
two. I think it's Mr. One.

With Frodo, give me a break.

Mystery diners are experienced in
gastronomy. People of a certain class.

A friend of Frodo's wouldn't make the
cut.

So we never figured it out? So nothing
suspicious?

No one behaving weirdly?

Coffee to go?

Oh, thank you. Hey, Lena.

Hey, by the way, you slayed the other
night. Your music moved me.

Really? So authentic.

And don't worry about Ray.

He was just stressed with the whole
opening thing.

Ray's been good to me.

I don't want to cause a fuss. I'm moving
on.

Where? Overseas.

My Lola, my Nana, my Nona, she's not
well.

Oh, shame.

My Nana wasn't well, and then she died.

So, yeah, it's probably a good idea.

Yeah, I think you're right.

Whereabouts does she live in Italy?

Pompeii.

Such a talent. Best I've ever seen.

Oh, you're an aficionado of Italian folk
guitar, are you?

Sure, if that's what you want to call
it.

What do you call it?

Yeah.

DC Chalmers.

Eileen's not here. She's at the
hospital.

I thought that might be the case.

Have you got a minute?

I understand you had a meeting with
Trudy and Ray Nelson in his restaurant

discuss the value of this brooch.

We did.

And at this meeting, was anything
discussed about how to move forward on

returning the brooch to their mother?

Discussed? Oh, yes.

I want nothing to do with it. Truth.

150K, I mean.

Count me out.

Discussed and dismissed.

As she did when she first heard about
it.

If there's one thing I know about our
mother, it's that there's no such thing

a free lunch.

Ray.

Trudy. My dear, dear children.

Welcome.

Oh, Lauren!

Pants are here.

Be a dear and put some pants on.

Who the hell is that?

That's Laurence. It's my accountant.

Oh, God.

Romano Rave.

What kind of name is that?

It's Italian.

Oh.

Why? It's an Italian Trattoria. It needs
an Italian name.

What about Mum?

Did you consider that?

It was already taken.

I see.

She's back.

Who is? The harlot?

She is back.

Hello, Elaine.

Have you no shame?

She was wearing it. Oh, God.

I want it back. We've been through this.

You have to let it go. She's been
grieving that brooch for...

25 years.

I want what is mine.

So why are you talking to us?

Because I want you to get it. No, no,
no. If you want it, you get it yourself.

can't. I couldn't trust myself not to
scratch her either over something that

bad.

It's an heirloom.

It will be passed from me to you.

Or don't you want that?

Here we go.

You don't want to remember me.

I knew it. So ungrateful.

It would be a big hell to your mother's
finances.

Thank you, Lawrence.

I don't mind admitting the cupboard is
bare.

Your father was unlucky in business
before he died, and the rest was lost

Frank was fleeced by that hussy.

If it wasn't for Ishmael's kindness
letting me live here...

I would be out on the street.

Mum, it's a dated brooch from the 1970s.
Actually, it's more than that.

A few days later, I met with Ray and
Trudy and told them how much it was

But then Trudy ends up in Ray's
trattoria with Betty Reynolds dead.

Seems so.

And you don't know anything about how
that came to be?

No.

Where were you the night before last?

Going over Eileen's accounts.

And, yes, I was naked.

You can ask Eileen.

The security company says that the alarm
at Romano Ray's was activated at 1am,

the time that Ray said he left. It was
then deactivated five minutes later.

Ten minutes after that, it was
reactivated.

Then, at 1 .30am, it was deactivated and
never switched back on.

I checked with Ray. He said he never
returned.

So despite what he claimed, someone else
had access.

Well, that had to be Trudy. Well, the
surgeon who operated on Trudy estimated

that the stab wound was 10 centimetres,
which matches the diameter

of the pizza cutter. She stabbed
herself.

Well, if you did, it would explain a
whole lot.

But not who that print belongs to.

Does it have to be all three of you? We
all need to hear Trudy's side of the

story. Some of us have been waiting
ages. You just jumped the queue.

It won't be long, Doug.

Then we'll leave Trudy to your soothing
words.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means relax.

Hello, Trudy.

Say the same about you. Although,
instead of a sword, you've been welding

pizza cutter.

That wasn't me.

Evidence would suggest otherwise.

It wasn't me.

Trudy, a woman is dead.

Stabbed with a weapon that had your
fingerprints on it. And as I told D

'Artagnan here, Betty stabbed me.

Then who stabbed her?

I don't know.

Trudy, now is not the time to stand on
principle.

Knocking might be in your best interest
here.

I can't, Mark.

Yeah, we know.

No. If I could tell you, I would.

Would you? Yes.

Even if it was Ray?

Ray?

Why would you think Ray had any part in
this?

Because he's been covering for you.

Well, maybe he's been covering for
himself.

He wasn't there.

Trudy, this tells us that someone else
was in the restaurant with you.

If you tell us who that was, we'll be
able to make better sense of what went

There was no one else.

Trudy, please, help us to help you.

I need to rest.

You heard her.

Vamos.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

There's a serial killer out there, and
you lot are putting thumbscrews on the

victim. Knock yourself out, Doug.

Maybe you can get some sense from her.

Doug is still here.

I'm going to tell him to come back
later.

No.

Send him in.

You've got nothing on him, so should we
stop the charade?

Why are you holding him?

Ray knows more than he's letting on,
does he?

Ray said he didn't know the victim.

He did. He denied that Trudy was there
when he opened the following morning.

was. He knew about the missing brooch.

He was acting irrationally during the
time leading up to the death of Betty

Reynolds, including firing his chef in
the middle of Restaurant Awards Week.

Luigi Pompei, or Detective Police, that
little fraudster had it coming.

Trying to put one over a titan of local
business.

It says here you've been cooking for
over 25 years.

This is true.

And you're 27 years old.

My mama started me early.

Well, you know what they say about
Italian mamas. That they're the best

Indeed. You've been taught by an expert.

Thank you.

Luigi.

Yes. Do you have a last name?

Yes, it's Pompeii.

You don't get much more Italian than
that. If you say so.

The Roman Empire was the greatest the
world has ever seen.

You have a proud heritage.

And it says here you sing and play
traditional Italian folk music.

I, um, I love to perform.

Luigi?

Welcome aboard Romano Rays. See, the
idea was to have complimentary live

after service. A free digestif.

Added value.

But little did he know... Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen, and I trust you

enjoyed our authentic Italian fare this
evening.

Lena is bringing around some
complimentary grappa, but please give a

to your chef this evening. A man of many
talents. Also, your entertainment.

Luigi Pompeii!

You burn my natural emotion You make me

feel I'm dirt And I'm hurt

I'm so hurt

And in that

static emotion I run the risk of losing
you

And that's worse than the world

As they say, all that glitters is not
gold.

What the hell is this?

It's my alter ego, Carlita. What
happened to Luigi Pompei, authentic

guitar player? That's boring, Ray.

So, last century.

Yes, that's the point. This is what
people want. This will put you on the

map. The map of insanity?

I mean, you weren't even singing
Italian. What was that?

It's Tagalog.

It's Filipino.

You're Luigi.

My real name is Noel Ramirez.

My father was from Manila. My mother
passed to North.

Noel? Noel.

They loved Christmas.

You said you were Italian.

No, you said I was Italian. I just went
along with it. My food is great, right?

People love good Italian food. That's
the easy bit. But this?

This will make Romano Ray's dad... Out.
People will come from miles around

asking for a carbonara, a Chianti, and a
song from Coralita. If I'd wanted

that, I'd have opened this place as Ray
Paul's drag race.

It's a Trattoria.

Quality food and Italian guitar music.

Not some sugarplum fairy doing lipstick
on my collar in Filipino.

Get out of here!

You're fired!

Sometimes, all that glitters is just a
Filipino man wanting to express his

drag queen.

Now, Ray may be guilty of intolerance,
he may even be guilty of ignorance, but

he was not complicit in whatever went on
after he closed his trattoria for the

night. Then why did he try and cover it
up?

Well, I'm not here to do your job,
detectives.

You have a couple of hours.

You charge him, or we walk out of here.

Hey, Luigi.

Was it Noel or Carlita?

Sorry, I have to keep her walking.

Do you? Or is that a lie? For real. She
had a bucket full of Brussels sprouts

and she's got some serious digestive
issues.

So you lied to Ray.

Did you lie to me too?

About what? Anything.

Everything. About your nana.

My nana, my Lola, she is sick.

She lives in Manila. I've never been. I
want to go. That's the truth.

About not seeing anything at Ray's?

Ray fired me. That's the truth.

And after Ray fired you, you slept in
the coffee cart?

Yes. Why not just go home?

It was late. I'd run out of money for a
taxi.

And where is home?

I've been couch surfing.

Where was the last couch you surfed?
Across town.

Why all these questions?

Did you go back to Ray's?

Why would I go back?

He fired me.

You tell me. To go and get your things,
perhaps?

Like my guitar?

Sure. If I did, why would it still be
there?

I would like that back, by the way, if
it's not too much trouble.

She needs to keep walking.

Charged with what?

Interfering with a police investigation.

Circumstantial at best.

Your client threw the murder weapon in a
rubbish bin. For reasons of hygiene.

The man is a restaurateur of an
aspirational establishment. He's got

to maintain.

It was an innocent mishandling at worst.

His shirt was covered with blood.

Of the victim?

No. Of his sister?

Yes. Who was not dead, nor has laid any
charges against Ray, which suggests he

has nothing to do with the tragic events
that happened inside his trattoria.

His sister, whom we know was in the
trattoria.

But were they there at the same time?

Granted, this is a very serious
situation.

A man sits here, the victim of
circumstance.

And you know, when I look at Ray, I'm
reminded of someone.

And who would that be, Dennis?

Well, take a look.

Tell me you don't see it. He reminds me
of Ray.

And?

Nelson Mandela.

South Africa's first black president who
was jailed for 20 years for fighting

against the oppressive apartheid regime
and died in 2013.

Oh, he's not dead, obviously.

Oh, a black South African. But in many
ways he is like Nelson Mandela. How so?

Because he's a political prisoner.

In this case, the politics being the
politics of small business.

For as we know, the night in question
was a very important evening in

Brokenwood's top five Italian
restaurants competition, of which Romano

a top contender.

Now, there was a mystery diner whose
identity remains unknown, but a stellar

review was likely forthcoming. So, what
might Ray's competitors do?

I don't know.

Stage a killing inside his trattoria to
ensure that he didn't pick up that

supreme award?

For no matter how good that review would
be, it wouldn't withstand the blight,

the scuttlebutt, the injurious harm that
such a tragic visitation would have

upon his establishment of which Ray must
suffer the consequences unjustly.

But in no uncertain terms, what I see
here, and I certainly hope you do too,

a potential case of industrial sabotage.

We don't see it that way. And there's
the thing. You see potato, I see potato.

So in summary, let's call the whole
thing off.

Word of advice.

If I were you, I'd lay very low for a
while.

Detective, please come in. I can't stay.
I simply came to ask you what shoe size

you wear.

Size nine.

Like Goldilocks. Not too big, not too
small.

Why?

I need to know who left this at the
crime scene.

It's estimated to be a woman size nine.

Do you think I stabbed my own daughter?

I'm mostly interested in who stabbed
Betty Reynolds.

I'd like you to leave now.

Eileen Spencer.

Well, shoot, Fitz, we have to at least
ask.

Maybe it'll jog Prudy's memory.

Really?

Five minutes.

She's resting.

Then she'll be rested. We'll ask her
some questions and she can rest some

Four minutes.

Oh. God.

Where is she? She didn't leave.

Well, clearly she did.

Come on, go.

Have Lawrence Treadgold or Eileen
Spencer visited in the last hour? No,

Doug Randall.

Bloody Doug.

Doug!

Doug!

Dixie Chalmers, I need a word.

Hey, Todd.

We were asking around about Doug
Randall. Have you seen him today?

No, not me. Check with Frodo.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, Frodo.

Oh, hey.

Have you seen Doug Randall come through
here? No. The last one through here was

Audrey 30 minutes ago.

She'll be back in an hour completing
another circuit.

She's incredible.

Yes, she's very impressive. Thanks,
Frodo. Yeah, but deep down, I know she's

really just trying to outrun your grief.

The thing is, she's conflicted in that
grief.

I'm sensitive to these things.

Yes, you are.

Thanks, Frodo.

I mean, on one hand, her mother is dead,
and that's hard on anyone.

I know when my half -mother died, I was
gutted. But on the other hand, her

mother was... Was what?

Not the straightest arrow in the...
Quiver?

Yeah. And this is based on... On what
Audrey told me. I've never seen anyone

like you. You run like the wind.

If the wind had legs.

Really nice legs.

And a face, yeah.

Really nice face.

Thanks, but... You know, I was supposed
to be competing in the ultra -trial du

Mont Blanc this year, and I couldn't,
and I've just... I've just let my

conditioning go a little. But you're
good enough, for sure.

No, I know I'm good enough, I just
didn't have the funds.

Well, I did, but...

Turns out she had these savings to
travel to all these important

competitions. But then her mother got
sick. So Audrey sacrificed her savings

get her mother the necessary treatment
in Thailand.

If I make it through, I will pay you
back every cent.

See, the thing is, she never had cancer.
But she still went to Thailand for the

year. And, you know, had a really great
time. She duped her own daughter.

Sucks, right? When did she tell you
this? The other night before we went out

dinner. Again.

Man, she can eat a lot of carbs. That
was our third Italian in three days.

But after tonight, I'm going to have
enough.

You've got to understand, Frodo, running
ultra -marathons, it takes a certain

type of people place.

But it's what I do.

I'm a very driven person.

Totally. I drive a lot too, moving my
coffee cart from place to place. It can

tiring, but it's what I do.

You're very sweet.

And tonight is going to be a special
night.

Bonasera, welcome to Romano, Ray.

What was special about it? Something
about a payday. But then her mother

so once again her mother's going to
cause her to miss out. So, as you can

she has mixed emotions.

But it's okay. I'm here to comfort her.

Where did you say she was again?

She'll be coming down the other side of
Walker's Ridge in about 20 minutes.

Okay. Thanks.

Three letters to receive a punch.

Cop. Ron, have you seen Doug?

I do not recall.

I do. He was talking to you earlier.

If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it.

But not an opinion. It's that.

Doug was here.

That's not the point.

The point is, did I see him?

Yeah. You were talking to him, and then
he left.

Did he say where he was going? No.

To be fair, he was a little weird. I
mean, he's a weird person, but more so

usual.

You all right?

You barely touched your pint.

Sometimes a man's got to do what a man's
got to do.

You're going to sign up with Tinder,
aren't you?

Well, don't be stupid.

But if I don't come back, the messy
Ferguson's yours.

Why would I want your tractor?

There's a couple of ewes in the top
paddock. They're on the heat, so you

want to team them up with Billy.

Billy? The ram?

I got the sense that Doug has probably
dragged an old Clydesdale from the back

paddock, dressed up in a Lone Ranger
outfit, and is doing the job that you

are failing to do.

What's that?

Getting your man.

Thanks for the support, Ron.

Sorry to interrupt.

A witness told me that you mentioned a
payday the night your mother was killed

at Romano Ray's.

Frodo? A payday for what?

It's awkward.

I have an NDA.

A non -disclosure agreement regarding
your mother's death.

My line of work revolves around
anonymity.

I work as a secret food critic.

Yeah, I figured you were the mystery
diner. Pays the bills. And Romano Ray's

the last on my list. Contract fulfilled.

But that wasn't the last payday you were
holding out for.

Meaning? We believe your mother was in
possession of a diamond brooch when she

died. When her body was found, the
brooch was not with her.

We believe it had been torn off her
blouse. We also know that Betty owed you

significant amount of money.

Sure, she said she was coming into some
cash, that she was going to sell the

brooch and pay me back. Given your
previous experience with her, surely you

that even if she did get some money for
that brooch, it would be unlikely to

come your way.

Yeah, well, I thought she might have
changed.

Or you took matters into your own hands.

No. Are you in possession of the brooch
now? No. Do you know who is? No.

Where were you at 2 a .m. the night your
mother died?

Here. In the forest.

At 2 a .m. Well, that's how I like it.

Like I said, I fulfilled my contract and
now to get me back on the circuit.

Look, I have a flight booked for France
tonight. I should really go home and

pack. What about Frodo?

Frodo was my beard, if you like. I need
my dining partners to be themselves and

not overcompensate and try too hard and
blow my cover.

He did well.

Out of interest.

Romano Reyes.

How did it rate?

The food was excellent. The service was
quaint.

But the entertainment?

That was six level.

Compliments for Luigi.

Cheers, bro.

Being a trainer is thirsty work.

She's amazing.

She takes so much pleasure in running.

I'll get Mitty home, eh?

Thanks, bro.

Audrey Reynolds.

a .k .a. the mystery diner, was 10
kilometres away during the actual time

mother was killed.

Running at 2am?

Yep, the optimal time after carb
loading.

What's the latest on Trudy?

Well, I checked Doug's, Trudy's, Ray's,
and Eileen and Lawrence claim not to

have seen either of them.

They've gone to ground.

They'll have left Brokenwood.

Well, nothing says guilt like leaving
town.

As I might.

How did you get here?

Doug, is he still here?

If he was, it would implicate him.

Trudy, you could have internal bleeding.
I know you want to believe I killed

Betty Reynolds.

I didn't.

But you have to believe she stabbed me.

What I might want to believe and what I
know can be different things, but I can

only work with what I know.

So talk me through it. You went to the
Trattoria?

How did that come about?

I was trying to help my mum.

Maybe we should try to get it back.

Why the change of heart?

150k seems appealing, right?

It's not about the money.

She came to see me after all that
Lawrence had done.

I feel you are being ungrateful. Okay,
now is not the time. You have broken my

heart. Mum, I'm working. Considering you
shamed a Spencer name.

My surname is Nielsen. Only because you
wouldn't take Frank's name. And then,

prison? Don't. Dragging our name through
the mud by marrying that loser Doug

Randall. You could have done so much
better, but you sank so low. And what

became of that?

Do not, dear. You killed a man.

Get out of my pub. In the name of love.

Get out. I'm not sure you even know the
meaning of the word. Enough.

Your father knew.

Every time I wore that brooch, I felt
his love against my heart.

Same again, thanks.

And a double whiskey for my mate there.

And you still want to help her? It's
driving her crazy, Rob. Our mother's

been crazy.

Yeah, but this might help give her some
closure.

I want nothing to do with it.

In case you ever noticed, I'm in the
middle of Restaurant Awards Week.

I figured reaching out couldn't do any
harm.

I thought I wasn't welcome here.

I'd like to discuss a mutual arrangement
whereby I get that brooch back.

And I get the satisfaction of knowing
you've done the right thing. The

satisfaction of making some amends for
the heartbreak you caused.

Do you really think, after all this
humiliation and bad mouthing, that I

sit here and hand it over in public?

I hardly think anyone would notice.

I think that would risk me looking weak
to simply...

Hand over this beautiful, one -of -a
-kind piece of jewellery, laced with so

much meaning.

It's worth tens of thousands, you know.
It's not about the money. It's about

putting things right.

Thousands.

How about we meet somewhere else? So I
suggested Ray's join,

after everyone had gone.

And Ray let you in? No.

He says no one else had access.

Please. The alarm's 5678.

Same as the croc. Ray likes to keep
things simple.

Anyone see you come?

Hope not.

Through there.

We alone?

Take a seat.

Coffee?

Keeps me up, like Frank used to, all
night.

Grandpa, then?

Sure, why not?

Frank gave this to me.

It wasn't his to give. He gave it. You
understand? I didn't steal it.

I think they call that semantics.

Nelson's always thought you're a cut
above.

Give me a break.

Making me out to be a thief.

You stole her husband.

Your mother never had Frank.

Give me the brooch. Give you what's
mine. I don't see why.

That brooch was a gift to my mother.

From my father, Charlie.

Frank Spencer was nothing but a low
-life, petty criminal at best.

prepared to steal from his wife, to give
to his mistress.

So you can see it never was yours.

Give me the brooch.

I've prepared to make a deal tonight to
let bygones be bygones. Don't let me

stop you.

It's a thing not now, looking at you,
watching your lips move.

I'm reminded of all the hate you sent my
way when Frank and I fell in love.

Give me the brooch.

Sure.

After you give me $50 ,000.

Come on, I don't have that sort of
money.

I was under the impression that you were
prepared to make that deal.

$5 ,000.

Take it or leave it.

I think we're done here.

It was then I may have crossed a line.

You alone?

Bitch!

Get out of my brother's trattoria!

Idiot!

Please keep things civilized, shall we?

Just hand it over.

Take it.

Get out of my house!

Get out of my house! Get out of my
house!

I can remember.

Until Ray woke you up in the morning and
Betty Reynolds lay dead.

She stabbed me.

So you keep saying.

I know.

Do you think I'd stab myself?

And then someone else arrived and
stabbed Betty.

If it was someone else, who might that
be?

Talk to Lawrence.

Lawrence Treadgold? If it wasn't for
him, none of this would have happened.

Trudy.

I could be miles away right now.

But I chose to come here.

Did you talk to him?

We did. He wasn't there.

Unless you know something that I don't.

I had a feeling you might say that.

You can call that ambulance now.

Simms, bring in Lawrence Street Gob.

Sure. All right. Can we get some service
around here?

I'm going to call you back.

Well?

Doug? What the hell?

Put the gun down, Doug. You're going to
charge him for what?

For what?

For being a prick.

Mr. Treadgold, are you okay?

Do I look okay?

Lose the gun, Doug.

Doug, what the hell are you doing?

Citizen's arrest.

You lot weren't doing anything.

Okay, we need you to put it down.

Well, do you think it will blow his
brains out?

Well, yeah.

If I was going to do that, I would have
done it when I first rumbled him.

Lawrence. New to Compton Sea Services.

Yeah, I guess you better come in there.

Leave your bloody clothes on, though.

You said over the phone you wanted me to
look over your books.

Yeah.

I was actually wanting you to take a
close look at this.

So here we are, doing what you lot
couldn't. Okay, Doug, this is your last

chance. Put the gun down.

Oh, come on. It's not even loaded.

What the hell?

That's enough.

You're in deep trouble, Doug. Me? What
about him? He kills Betty Reynolds and

puts the blame on truth. That's a lie.

You tell that to the judge.

You tell it to the cells.

Breach of the peace.

Reckless use of an illegal firearm.

But it's not even loaded.

Take him to the cells to call off.

Oh, come on.

Lawrence, not so fast.

What?

Since you're here...

I've

managed to calm Doug down.

As usual, trying to do the right thing
in the most inappropriate way.

Wait a minute, Doug.

One day, someone's going to actually get
hurt. Good.

I don't know if you noticed, but Trudy
got stabbed.

Was it your idea to bust her out of
hospital? She was stranded in there,

ewe in a muddy paddock.

You don't just leave them there.

I had to do something.

Trudy, if there's anything I can do...
Yeah, there is.

Is he going to have a window that opens?

Someone's bound to climb out.

I've charged Doug with disturbing the
peace and reckless use of a firearm,

though... Oh, not...

What? No.

Put it away.

Not here, not now.

Let's get on with it then.

You want to know about the Nielsen
diamond brooch and whether or not I

stole it while killing Betty Reynolds
and stabbing Trudy Nielsen.

Did you?

No, because I had no incentive to do it.

It's my understanding that it's worth a
lot.

It is.

$150 ,000?

If that's the price you put on
sentimentality.

Meaning? It is indeed worth a lot to
Eileen.

It was a gift from her first husband,
her first true love. What price did you

put on that? Priceless. But only to
Eileen.

Are you saying it's a fake?

Albeit a very good one.

When I conducted an audit for Eileen,
amongst her papers, I found this.

Purchased in 1976 for $5 ,000.

Which is a lot at the time. Which means
it would be worth around $150 ,000 now

without question. We already know this.

Except what you don't know is... It's a
fake.

Not according to this.

The certificate is a fake.

If you look at the registration number,
top right -hand corner, the 12 -digit

number.

I... Count only 11.

Precisely. The brooch, the paperwork was
all a ruse from her first husband to

impress Eileen. Did you tell her this?

And shatter a grieving widow's illusion
of her once great husband?

Look, Charlie Nielsen was a man who
struggled at business. Good intentions,

execution.

But in the end, I mean, he was guilty of
fobbing a fake brooch to his wife for

the wedding anniversary when he has back
against the wall.

But the point is, why would I kill a
woman over a fake brooch? Yet you

Trudy to think it was something worth
reclaiming. I knew how much that brooch

meant to Eileen.

So I figured if I played the money
factor, it would motivate her to take

to get the thing back.

I feel terrible.

If Lawrence Treadgold is telling the
truth, then Eileen Spencer believes that

that brooch is worth $150 ,000.

But then she would have to be capable of
stabbing Betty Reynolds and her own

daughter.

And where is the brooch now?

Hidden, waiting for the fuss to die
down, then traded offshore.

But it's a fake.

She doesn't know that.

And if she thinks it's real, then that's
a strong motivation.

So Eileen Spencer stabbed her own
daughter.

Or gets her own daughter to do the dirty
work.

I've been thinking, and you can take
this or leave it, but the person who

stabbed Trudy Nelson was probably the
same person that killed Benny Reynolds.

Thanks, Todd.

I'll take that on board.

Coffee up.

Cheers.

You think I should?

Yeah, now let's do it.

Is it Frodo's birthday?

Nah, it's a cheer -up. Well, it's not so
bad, even though it's a cake.

Another true love has slipped from his
grasp. And Luigi has the knack for

baking. I guess it's the Italian thing.

Do you think it matters that it looks
like a wedding cake?

Hey, Frodo.

Hence to your new day.

Oh, jeez, guys, you shouldn't...

Apologies. Apologies.

Apologies.

Your opera? It's got to be a metaphor.

I'll get a spade. I'll clean it up.
Yeah, I'll give you a hand.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Don't worry.
It's all my fault.

It always is.

Frodo, could I borrow you for 20
minutes?

What for? To test a theory.

A theory on what? Space and time.

Quantum physics?

Could be my new specialty.

Oh, watch your step, Frodo.

Can you fit in that?

If I get in there, you're not going to
fill it with cement, right? It hadn't

crossed my mind.

I

think

this must have been how the earliest
space travellers felt.

So I'm thinking at some point you're
going to tell me why I'm doing this and

it relates to quantum physics? Yeah, all
in good time, Frodo. All in good time.

Why are you here?

At the crime scene, there were four
discernible sets of shoe prints.

Ray, who arrives in the morning.

Betty Reynolds, who was found dead.

And Trudy Nielsen, who suffered a
serious injury but left the scene

front door.

Whoever left this print exited through
the back door.

And, as it happens, this print is a
match for the size and tread of the shoe

that you are wearing.

We know that Trudy and Betty arrived
together and that Ray arrived the

morning through the back door.

Which means that the owner of this print
was already in the restaurant when the

fatal assault took place.

We know that the owner of this shoe was
not in the bathroom because Trudy had

checked.

Meaning the only place that the owner of
this shoe could be was under the

stage. And that person had to be no
bigger than Frodo to fit in.

What is your relationship with Betty
Reynolds?

I didn't have one.

I'd never met her.

So how did you come to be in the same
room when she was killed?

After Ray fired me, I didn't know what
to do, where to go.

I had nowhere to sleep.

Because the restaurant was your home.

As soon as I got the job, I slipped
Ray's key off of his ring one day and I

a copy, mate. It was a way to save money
and, I mean, you know his alarm code.

5678. Too easy, right?

So after Ray shut the plate, I went back
in.

I needed to get out of my heels and
sequins.

And I fell asleep.

And then I worked voices.

Coffee?

Keeps me up, like Frank used to, all
night.

I figured if I just stayed still...

They would do what they had to do and
leave.

It was none of my business.

I just needed a place to sleep and then
I heard the fight.

So Trudy planted some mussel in here,
did she?

No. I swear.

You were going to jump me, were you? No.

That lot of use you were to her. Please.

You stay right where you are.

See what you did?

You stabbed Trudy Nielsen, didn't you?

At least I won't say anything.

And then out of disgust, you stabbed
yourself.

You didn't think to call an ambulance?

I thought they were dead.

Both dead.

And I knew no one would believe that I
had nothing to do with it.

I dumped my bloody clothes and I found a
place to sleep.

I didn't kill Betty Reynolds.

She did it to herself, I swear to you.

I was just trying to save money to get
to Manila to see my Lola.

And I didn't ask for any of this.

Noelle, there's one detail missing.

I couldn't bring myself to sell it.

I knew it would feel like blood money.

So this young man, Noel, did he kill
Betty Reynolds?

Not directly. It was a self -inflicted
wound.

What about Trudy? Did he stab her?

That was Betty.

Told you.

Of course it was. She took my husband
and then she tried to take my daughter

well.

Noelle wanted this.

Return to you. Oh, there it is.

Oh, Charlie.

Oh, my dear Charlie.

Thank you, detective.

I'll leave you to it.

Don't you dare say it's butt ugly.

It's growing on me, Mum.

Henderson Park, it's still in the dark,
and I stopped to put gas in the car.

Standing in line behind a barefoot man
who's buying cigarettes and a chocolate

bar. I catch sight of my reflection in
the smash -proof glass,

and I thank my lucky star.

Thank my lucky star.

Gina, it's in the dish.

I will wait for Mike. Only he will
understand.

Sorry I'm late. Here's to the new party.

New house, new beginning.

Maybe not all new.

Yeah.

Perhaps I should fire up the barbecue.

No need.

I have everything you want.

Is there? Spaghetti alla puttanesca and
lasagna.

Just the way you like it.

A woman after my own heart.

And drink, I hope.

Shall we? Yeah.

Thank

my

lucky star.

Thank my lucky star.

Thank my lucky star.