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Way down south where the water's cold and the girls don't do what they're

Where the rumors run like the moonshine flows.

Way down south where the water's cold.

Way down south, they all know your name.

Slow to forget and quick to blame.

For you and your...

We'll be right back.

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.

In conclusion, nothing out of the ordinary.

The craniectomy showed clear indication of a traumatic aneurysm.

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

Mike, what is your favorite Italian dish?

I love... 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

dinner tonight at the Porchi Piccione.

Ray Nielsen's new place. As part of the Broken Hot Top Italian restaurant

competition, he has been running two -for -one specials this week. So, it's

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 Ray's.

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.

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.

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

Okay, that's her shoe print.

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, then another the person that topped it, 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 first thought was pizza sauce, but 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, DC 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.

Tristan.

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

Yeah, I'll keep you posted.

I'll be a sweetheart, give you 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. Just 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 spilled 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.

From Prince?

Oh, thanks.

Hmm.

It's a family affair.

No, no.

Oh, Jesus.

Ray?

Ray? Get that bloody suit off. 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 is 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.

There's strength in numbers, Eileen.

There's 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 form, eh?

What?

Nothing. We've been trading for a week. Last night was the grand opening.

Grazie. Buona sera.

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

Buona fiera is actually Italian for good evening.

Buona means good, fiera 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

any help with translation.

Hmm.

I think it could be one of them.

Too young.

What about her?

Mystery diners never dine alone, Nina.

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 Nelson

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.

Morning, Marie. What do you want?

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

No, I'm pretty sure I can see a smear. 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 he 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.

Oh, come on, Ray.

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 Frodo's?

My shop.

No arguments from me.

And if you can?

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. All 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?

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

I looked it up. It means noble gal.

No, noble strength.

Yeah, yeah, noble strong gas or something. Anyway, we're totally going

distance. And when he says distance, he means it. Yeah, actually, into ultra

marathons. 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

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 Sims.

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

I won't shake your hand on it, sweetie.

Just completed 100K.

That's like two marathons plus a partial thon.

That's impressive.

Yeah, she starts at like midnight.

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.

It's like a two -legged gazelle.

Are you here?

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Hey, what's the link 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 the

Thank you.

I can't allow it.

One at a time.

That is my mother, B .D. Ellis Reynolds.

Thank you.

Would you like a moment alone?

This reminds me of an old Russian saying, the bear who eats their mother's

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.

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're 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... Not at all.

That'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.

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 Judy 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.

But 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 him.

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

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 going to 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? It's better be good.

We're grieving a good woman down.

Betty Reynolds.

A real piece of work, that one.

There was nothing like she presented herself in the classifieds. The

classifieds, as in 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.

Said 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 diafola and one gazpacho.

Enjoy!

Waitress.

There's a fly in my suit.

Wait. Uh, 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.

These are flying, my sir.

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, gee.

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 plumbing it.

Good night, boys.

What just happened here? I just saved you from a world 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.

I've got no time for the Spanish Inquisition.

Some of us have more important places to be.

She dated Betty too.

Don'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, more 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?

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

Dennis. Two things I know to be true.

Number one, you haven't missed me.

Number two, you're holding a crime in my own 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 stains.

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?

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 traces 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.

What's there in the room?

Just help yourself when you get in there.

Might see you tomorrow.

Mr. Treadgold, 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 six. 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 Michelangelo.

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.

Scusa.

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?

$150 ,000.

Yeah, we definitely have a motive.

Two hours fifty -three. Happy with that?

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

Hey, she's 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 catsuit on my own

donkey. People would just think...

Uh, 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 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 she's the one.

With Frodo, isn't he a break?

Mystery Diners are experienced in gastronomy.

People of a certain class.

A friend of photos 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

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

What would you call it?

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 Nielsen 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. The truth.

A hundred and fifty K, I mean.

Count me out.

Discussed and dismissed.

As she did when she first heard about it.

There's one thing I know about our mother.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Ray.

Trudy. My dear, dear children.

Welcome.

Oh, Lauren, the kids are here.

Be a dear and put some pants on.

Who the hell is that?

That's Lauren. She's my accountant.

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.

You? 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. But I can't. I couldn't trust myself not to

scratch her eyes out 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 help 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 Raid 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 has 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.

Three musketeers. Say the same about you.

Although, instead of a sword, you've been welding a 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 on.

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 him.

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.

She was. He knew about the missing brooch. He was acting irrationally

time leading up to the death of Betty Reynolds, including firing his chef in

middle of Restaurant Awards Week. So, Luigi Pompei. Oh, Detective, please.

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 music after service, eh? 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 Pompei!

You burn my natural emotions.

You make me feel I'm dirt and I'm hurt.

I'm so hurt.

And if I start a commotion, I'll run the risk of

losing you and that's worse.

In love with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with

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 Italian 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, Palmerston 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.

Or is it Noel?

Or Carlita?

Sorry, I have to keep her walking.

Do you? Or is that a lie? For real. She ate 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 this question?

Did you go back to Ray's?

Why would I go back?

He fired me.

Can 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

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's 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.

What should Fitzwick have to at least ask?

Maybe it'll jog through his memory. Really?

Five minutes.

She's resting.

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

Four minutes.

God. Where is she? She didn't leave.

Well, clearly she did.

Come on, go.

Have Lance Treadgold or Eileen Spencer visited in the last hour? No, only 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. 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. 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 run 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

enough, I just didn't have the funds.

Well, I did, but... Turns out she had these savings to travel to all these

important international competitions, but then her mother got sick, so Audrey

sacrificed her savings to 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 heat to play.

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 Rave.

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 fact.

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 pike.

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?

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 heat, so you might

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 a 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 it is? No.

Where were you at 2am the night your mother died?

Here. In the forest?

At 2am. 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

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 thanks -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 Mehdi home, eh?

Thanks, bro.

Audrey Reynolds, a .k .a. the Mystery Diner, was 10 kilometers away during the

actual time her mother was killed.

Running at 2 a .m.? Yep.

the optimal time after carb loading.

What's the latest on Trudy?

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

either of them.

They've gone to ground.

They'll have left Brokenwood.

Well, nothing says guilt like leaving town.

Hello, Mike.

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 has done.

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

heart. Mum, I'm working. Considering you're shamed of Spencer's 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. Oh, 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.

Oh, you Nelsons always thought you were 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.

Five thousand.

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!

Shall we?

Just hand it over.

Take it.

Get out of my way!

Get it!

Go, you stupid!

That's all 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,

might that be?

Talk to Lawrence.

Lawrence Trecold? 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.

Sims, bring in Lawrence Street Cop.

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.

What, 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.

Doug. 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?

You're in

deep trouble, Doug. Me? What about him?

He kills Betty Reynolds and puts the blame on Drew. That's a lie.

We'll 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. Dude.

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, like a ewe in a muddy paddock.

You don't just leave them there.

I had to do something.

Trud's, if there's anything I can do.

Yeah, there is.

She doesn't 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, no!

What? No.

Put it away.

Not here, not now.

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 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 had his back against the wall.

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

Yet you allowed 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 or motivated her to take action

the thing back, I'd 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 stabs 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.

Take that on board.

Coffee up.

Cheers.

Do you think I should?

Yeah, now let's do it.

Is it Frodo's birthday?

Nah, it's a cheer -up. Life's not too 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.

It's your new day.

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

Apologies. Apologies.

Apologies.

No.

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.

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 made.

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

5678. Too easy, right?

So after Ray shut the place, 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.

The Trudy planted the muscle in here, did she?

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

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?

Please don'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.

My Lola always said, You

reap what you sow.

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 is still in the dark.

And I stopped to put gas in the car.

Standing in line behind a barefoot man.

He's buying cigarettes and a chocolate bar.

I get tired 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. It's a 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 dreams, I hope.

Shall we?

Yeah.

Thank my lucky stars.

Thank my lucky stars.