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Hello?

What the hell?

Is there anybody here?

Jesus wept.

Trude. Trudy.

What the hell?

Ray.

Is she?

Are you...

Did you?

Ow!
- Oh.

You're okay, Trudes.
You're okay.

Oh!

I'm not going back.

Ray, there's no way in hell
I'm going back.

Oh, God, help me!

In conclusion,
nothing out of the ordinary.

The craniectomy showed
clear indication

of a traumatic aneurysm.

Thanks, Gina.

Uh, forward it on to me, and
I'll pass it on to the coroner.

Tell me, Mike, what is
your favorite Italian dish?

Uh...

I love spaghetti
alla puttanesca.

Olives, capers,
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 the Porky Piccione.

Ray Neilson's new place.

As part of the Broken 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?

Uh, well...

Uh, excuse me.
- Of course.

Kristin.

Mike, we have a suspected
homicide at Romano Ray's.

All right. Uh, I'm on my way.

Uh, 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.

Uh, just wait here a moment,
Ray.

Hi.
- It's not pretty in there.

Uh, 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 Ray?

No.

Well, I wouldn't say
I knew her...

But, she was 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 was.

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.

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... 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 print.

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

Hmm.

Ray, uh,
quite a start to your day.

I've had better.

Would you mind taking
off your shoe?

Why?

Uh, 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 Neilson'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 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?

Uh, you are?
- Her mother.

I'm Trudy Neilson's mother.

Mrs. Neilson...

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.

Uh, Mrs. Spencer,
D.C. 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 first.

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.

Kristin.

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

Yeah. I'll keep you posted.

Oh, 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.

Uh, 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 your booths.

Well, maybe I didn't
realize 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'd be good.

Well, he's hiding something.
- That's for sure.

From prints.

Ah, thanks.

Hmm. It's a family affair.

No, no.

Oh, Jesus.

Ray. Ray!

Get that bloody suit off him.

Can we get some water
in here, please?

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

Whoa.
- Whew.

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. Treadgold.

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.

Well, more than that.

Indeed. Um, 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 victim's?

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, uh, 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 Ray's.

It's a name that
says aspirational.

I thought Romano meant cheese.
- Yeah, it's a hard cheese.

What?
- Cheesy Ray's.

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 training for a week.

Last night was
the grand opening.

Grazie.
- Buenos nachos.

Buona sera.

Welcome to Romano Ray's
Porky Piccione.

Table for two?

Buona sera is actually Italian
for good evening.

Buona means good.
Sera means evening.

Now, this is an authentic
Italian restaurant,

which means there's quite
a few 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, 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 Neilson razzle-dazzle.

The old razzle-dazzle.

Judging for top Italian
restaurant in Brokenwood.

There's nothing wrong
with a complimentary cannoli

when you know
they're scoring 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, Ray.
- What do you want?

Uh, windows.
I'll start inside here.

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 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.
- 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
a 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, uh,
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.

Uh, how about
we get some Frodo's?

Uh, my shout.
- Mm. No arguments from me.

The next of kin.
- Ah, 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. Hmm.

Wrong number.
- Hmm.

Hmm.

Oh!

Lawrence, 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, 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?

Oh, Frodo.

Luigi?
- Sorry.

Oh, wow.
- Hey, you had a big night.

You were great, by the way.
- Here. Come here.

Those machines firing up right?

I'll give you guys a minute.
All good.

It's not what it looks like.

No. Cool ass, all good.

Is that one of those,
uh, ladyboys?

No, it's Luigi.
- Luigi from Romano Ray's?

Hey, Todd.

Okay.
Uh, 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. Uh, may I?
- Yes.

So, um, who is this lucky lady?

Uh, 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 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.

Managed 300 meters yesterday,
so if I add 50 meters a day,

then we worked out.

Uh, Frodo will complete
his first ultramarathon by 2032.

Yeah.
- Great news.

Yeah. Thanks.
Here she comes now.

Hey, how'd that feel?
- Uh, 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.

Um, I won't shake your hand.
I'm a bit sweaty.

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 donkey.

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.

Being a runner, she does that.

Yeah. So graceful.

It's like a two-legged gazelle.

For you.
- Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Hey, uh, what's
the latest with Trudy Neilson?

Uh, well,
she's out of surgery.

Oh, Tru,
she's a fighter that one.

Yeah.

All right, see you guys.

It's Luigi, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Do you mind
if we have a quick word?

Uh, okay.

You need to keep this
to an absolute minimum.

She's been right up to the edge.

Thank you.

I can't allow it.

One at a time.

It was never meant
to go like this.

Yes. That is my mother.

Betty Ellis Reynolds.

Thank you.

Uh, would you like
a moment alone?

Mm-hmm.

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?

Uh, we're still in
the process of working that out.

Her... Her clothes.
Where are they?

They are in her bag.

I'm happy to take them
if they're on the way.

We need to hold on to them
for a while longer

to run some tests.

Of course. Sorry.
Um. I've just never.

Not at all.
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
1:00 and 3:00 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 bled
out in minutes.

And we know that
this pizza cutter

only has two sets of prints on
it, Ray Neilson 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?

Uh. Nothing yet.

And, when she wakes,
things will be different.

Like they were for me.
- You were in a coma?

After the, uh...
tractor incident.

I lost my marriage
because I realized

that public display of nudity
had unlocked something.

So for me,
it wasn't awakening from a coma

in the traditional sense.

I 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 audit 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 have 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.

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 Ray fired him.

Why would that keep him quiet?

Ray 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.

It'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 it really.
This is a relief.

It is indeed.

Uh, 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.

Is a real piece of work,
that one.

She 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 diavola,
and one gazpacho.

Enjoy.
- Waitress.

Hmm?

There's a fly in my soup.

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. There's a fly in my soup.
- Ooh.

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.

Do you two...

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 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 lot can gossip.

I've got no time
for the Spanish Inquisition.

Some of us have
more important places to be.

He dated Betty, too.
Didn't go well, eh, Ron?

Mm.

I guess the main difference
between Romney and Cordell's

is the percentage
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?

Knew? They were
practically related.

Yeah, but not in a good way.

That woman! What a nerve.

I knew a girl like that
in high school.

Always showing off her stuff.

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

So the fact that they both got
attacked today is just freaky.

Right?

♪ You gotta know
to understand ♪

♪ Baby, take me by my hand ♪

♪ I'll lead you
to the Promised Land ♪

Dennis.

Two things I know to be true.

Number one, you've missed me.

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

♪ Rock ♪

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.

I'm no nark.

If you were attacked,
it's not narking.

It's helping us
to find an offender.

Ask Betty.

Betty Reynolds?
- Mm-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.

But this does.

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.

But they're 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 Neilson,
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 try hard.

Fancied himself
as an entrepreneur.

Was always trying to make
a go of dodgy businesses.

Working in the twilight
of the law.

10 years later, around 1993,

Frank began
a long-term affair with...

Betty Reynolds.

My father loved my mother.

Mum was her best self
with Frank,

but he died when I was six.

He was found face
down in 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... 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.

It's current value
would be $150,000.

Ricotta and roasted tomato,
bruschetta and pancetta.

Easy on Luigi.

That's one expensive place, mate.

Mm. Scusa.
- Grazie.

Here 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 53.
- Happy with that.

I know it's hard
when your mum's died,

but the grief has given
you wings.

♪ I don't feel well ♪

♪ Must be under
some kind of spell ♪

♪ Good times ♪

♪ My heart shaped
like a homicide ♪

♪ A late-night promenade
to the back pages ♪

♪ Of a paperback crown ♪

♪ Good times ♪

Maddie. Oh, hey, um,
she's nearly run out of carrots.

Can I give her
the tiny cabbages?

Uh, 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 donkey.

People would just think, "Wow."

Ah, yeah. I imagine people
would think, "Wow."

Hey, the other night
at Ray's grand opening,

did you notice anyone
out of the ordinary?

You mean the mystery diner?

No, I was thinking more...

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?

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.

Uh, my lola, my nana, my nonna,
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...
I think you're right.

Uh, whereabouts does
she live in Italy?

Um, 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?

D.C. 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 Neilson

and his restaurant to discuss
the value of this brooch.

We did.

And that 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.

Trudes, 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,

there's no such thing
as a free lunch.

Ray. Trudy.
My dear, dear children.

Welcome.

Oh, Lawrence.
The kids are here.

Be a dear and put some pants on.

Who the hell is that?
- That's Lawrence.

He's my accountant.

Oh, God.

Romano Ray's.
What kind of name is that?

It's Italian.
- Oh.

Why?
- It's an Italian trattoria.

It needs an Italian name.

What about Mama's?

Did you consider that?

It was already taken?

I see.

She's back!

Who is?
- The harlot.

She is back.

You!
- Hello, Eileen.

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 butt ugly?

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 when
Frank was fleeced by that hussy.

If it wasn't for Ishbel'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.

I don't know.

A few days later,
I met with Ray and Trudy

and told them
how much it was worth.

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 1:00 a.m.

The time that Ray said he left.

It was then deactivated
five minutes later.

10 minutes after that,
it was reactivated.

Then at 1:30 a.m.,

it was deactivated
and never switched back on.

I checked with Ray.
He said he never returned.

So despite what he claims,
someone else had access.

Well, that has to be Trudy.

Well, the surgeon
who operated on Trudy estimated

that the stab wound
was 10 centimeters,

which matches the diameter
of the pizza cutter.

She stabbed herself.

Well, if she 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.

We 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.

Ah, the three musketeers.
- Could say the same about you.

Although, instead of a sword,

you've been wielding
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.

Narking might be
in your best interest here.

I can't nark.

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.

Or 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.

Vamoose.

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 gonna 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
during the time

leading up to the death
of Betty Reynolds,

including firing his chef
in the middle

of Restaurant Awards Week.

So, Luigi Pompeii?
Oh, Detective, please.

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 cooks.

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.

Yes, I am.

I love to perform.

Luigi, welcome aboard,
Romano Ray's.

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 warm hand
to your chef this evening.

A man of many talents.
Also, your entertainment.

Luigi Pompeii!

♪ You spurn 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 run the risk of losing you ♪

♪ And that's worse ♪

♪ So much worse ♪

♪ Ever fallen in love
with someone ♪

♪ You shouldn't've
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 Pompeii,
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?!
- Tagalog. It's Filipino.

You're Luigi.

My real name is Noel Ramirez.
Uh, 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 stand out.

People will come from miles
around asking for a carbonara,

a Chianti and a song
from Carlita.

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 Sugar Plum 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 inner 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 ya? 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 cab?

Yes.

Why not just go home?

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

And where is home?

Um, 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.

Charge 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 standards to maintain.

It was an innocent
mishandling at worst.

His shirt was covered
with blood.

Of the victim?
- No.

Of the sister?
Yes, who is 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?

Hmm? Granted, this is
a very serious situation.

A man sits here,
the victim of circumstance.

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?

Well, he's not dead, obviously.

Or 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 Ray's
is 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.

There's 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?
- Um.

I, uh, 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.

Well, if the shoe fits,
we have to at least ask.

Maybe it'll jog Trudy's memory.

Really?

Five minutes.
- She's resting.

Then she'll be rested.

We'll ask her some questions,
then she can rest some more.

Four minutes.

Oh, God.

Where is she?
She didn't leave.

Well, clearly she did.

Have Lawrence Treadgold
or Eileen Spencer

visited in the last hour?
- No, only Doug Randall.

Bloody Doug.

Doug.

Stacey Chalmers, I need a word.

Hey, Todd.

We're asking around
about Doug Randall.

Have you seen him today?

No. Not me. Check with Frodo.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, Frodo.
- Oh. Hey.

Uh, have you seen Doug Randall
come through here?

Uh, 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 her 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 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-Trail 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
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... 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?

Uh, the other night before
we went out to dinner again.

Man, she can eat a lot of carbs.

You know, that was our third
Italian in three days.

But after tonight,
I'm gonna have enough.

You gotta understand,
Frodo, running ultra marathons,

it takes a certain type
of headspace,

but it's what I do.

I'm a very driven person.

Totally. I drive a lot, too.

Moving my coffee cab
from place to place.

It can be tiring,
but it's what I do.

You're very sweet.

And tonight is gonna
be a special night.

Buona sera.
Welcome to Romano Ray's.

What was special about it?

Something about a payday.

But then her mother died.

So once again, her mother's
going to cause her to miss out.

So, as you can see,
she has mixed emotions.

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

Where did you say
she was again?

Uh, she'll be coming down
the other side of Walker's Ridge

in about 20 minutes.
- Okay. Thanks.

Three letters.

Hmm. 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.
That'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.

Ah, to be fair,
he was a little weird.

I mean, he's a weird person,
but more so than usual.

Mm. Ah.

You all right?
You barely touched your pint.

Sometimes a man's gotta do what
a man's gotta do.

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

Well, don't be stupid.

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

Why would I want your tractor?

There's a couple of ewes
in the top paddock.

They're all in heat,

so you might 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 lot are failing to do.

And, 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 nondisclosure agreement
regarding your mother's death.

My line of work revolves
around anonymity

at work as a secret food critic.

Yeah, I figured
you were the mystery diner.

Pays the bills and Ramona Ray's
was 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 gonna
sell the brooch and pay me back.

Given your
previous experience with her,

surely you knew 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 2:00 a.m.
the night your mother died?

Here.
- In the forest at 2:00 a.m.?

Well, that's how I like it.

Like I said,

I fulfilled my contract enough
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 Ray's,
how did it rate?

The food was excellent.

The service was quaint,

but the entertainment,
that was next level.

Compliments of Luigi.
- Ah, Cheers, bro.

Being a trainer is thirsty work.

Ooh.

She's amazing.

She takes so much pleasure
in running.

I'll get Maddie, homie.
- Thanks, bro.

Audrey Reynolds,
aka the mystery diner,

was 10 kilometers away
during the actual time

her mother was killed.
- Running at 2:00 a.m.?

Yep.

The optimal time
after carb loading.

Hmm.
What's the latest on Trudy?

Well, I checked Doug's,
Trudy's, Ray's,

and Eileen and Lauren's 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.

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 shamed
the Spencer name.

My surname is Neilson.

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 dare.

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.

Oh.

And you still want to help her?

It's driving her crazy, Ray.

Our mother's always been crazy.

Yeah, but this might help
give her some closure.

I want nothing to do with it.

In case you haven't noticed,

I'm in the middle
of Restaurant Awards Week.

I figured reaching out
couldn't do any harm.

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 the humiliation

and bad mouthing,

that I would 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 jewelry
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 joint
after everyone had gone.

And Ray let you in?
- No.

He says no one else had access.

Please. The alarm's five, six,
seven, eight.

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.

Yeah. Grappa, then?

Sure. Why not?

Frank gave this to me.

Wasn't his to give.
- He gave it.

You understand?
I didn't steal it.

I think they call
that semantics.

You Neilsons 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.

If he was 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 was prepared
to make a deal tonight

to let bygones be bygones.
- Don't let me stop you.

That's the 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.

Your loss.

You bitch!

Get out of my
brother's trattoria.

Seedy little restaurant
more like!

Let's keep things civilized,
shall we?

Just hand it over.

Take it.

Ow!
- Get out of my way!

What the hell?
Give it back!

Let go, you stupid cow!

Oh.

What have you done?

Call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance.

No!

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?

Well, I mean, 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.
Just 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.

Oh.

You can call that ambulance now.

Sims, bring in
Lawrence Treadgold.

Sure, on what...
- All right.

Can we get some service
around here?

I'm gonna call you back.

Well.

Doug, what the hell?
- Put the gun down, Doug.

You gonna charge him or 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'll 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.

Nude Accountancy Services.

Yeah. Well, I guess you
better come in, then.

Leave your bloody
clothes on, though.

You said on 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.

Well, come on,
it's not even loaded.

What the hell?

Had you going, though,
didn't I?

You maniac!
I oughta punch your lights out.

Hey, you wanna go then?
- Boys!

That's enough!

You're in deep trouble, Doug.

Me? What about him?

He kills Betty Reynolds
and puts the blame on Trud.

That's a lie.
- Well, 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 cool off.

Oh! Come on.

Thank you.

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.

You're a menace, Doug.

One day someone's going to
actually get hurt.

They did.

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 can't just leave them there.

I had to do something.

Trudes,
if there's anything I can do.

Yeah. There is.

If you're 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,
even though.

Oh, no!

Lawrence!
No!

Put it away!

Not here, not now.

Let's get on with it, then.

You want to know about
the Neilson diamond brooch,

and whether or not
I somehow stole it

while killing Betty Reynolds
and stabbing Trudy Neilson.

Did you?
- No.

Because I... 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 do 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'd be worth around
150K 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... I count only 11.

Precisely.

I mean, the brooch,
the paperwork was all a ruse

from her first husband
to impress Eileen.

Did you tell her this?

And shatter
a grieving widows illusion

of her once great husband?

Look, Charlie Neilson was a man
who struggled in business.

Good intentions, poor execution.

But in the end, I mean,

he was guilty of fobbing
a fake brooch to his wife

for their 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, it would
motivate her kids to take action

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 trade it 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 Neilson

was probably the same person
that killed Betty Reynolds.

Thanks, Todd.
I'll 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 so bad

even though it sucks"
cake.

Another, um, true love has
slipped from his grasp.

And Luigi has a knack
for baking.

I guess it's the Italian thing.

Uh, do you think it matters

that it looks like
a wedding cake?

Hey, Frodo.
Here's to a new day.

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

Apologies!
Apologies, apologies.

Oh...

No!

You all right, bro?
- It's got to be a metaphor.

I'll get a spade.
I'll clean it up.

Yeah, I'll give you a hand.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Don't worry.
It's all my fault.

It always is.

How am I gonna
clean it up with this?

We don't have to...

We'll just scrape it up.
- Just shovel it.

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.

Frodo, uh, can you fit in that?

If I get in there,
you're not gonna

fill it with cement, right?

It hadn't crossed my mind.

This must have been how the
earliest space travelers felt.

So I'm thinking at some point
you're gonna tell me

why I'm doing this and how
it relates to quantum physics?

Yeah.
All in good time, Frodo.

All in good time.

Wait here.

At the crime scene

there were four discernible sets
of shoe prints...

Ray,
who arrived in the morning;

Betty Reynolds,
who was found dead;

and Trudy Neilson,
who suffered a serious injury

but left the scene
through the 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 following 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 the 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 got 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.

You bitch!

Get out of
my brother's trattoria!

Seedy little restaurant
more like!

Ow!
- Get out of my way!

Give it back!
Let go, you stupid cow!

Call an ambulance.

Oh, no.

So Trudy planted some muscle
in here, did she?

No. I swear.

You were gonna jump me, were you?
- No.

Fat lot of use you were to her.

Please...
- You stay right where you are.

Hold still, you little creep.

Look.
See what you did?

You stabbed Trudy Neilson,
didn't you?

Please,
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 bloodied 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.

Noel,
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 as well.

Noel wanted this
returned to you.

Oh, there it is.

Oh, Charlie.

Ohh!

Oh, my dear Charlie.

Oh!

Thank you, Detective.

I'll leave you to it.

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

It's growing on me, Mum.

Mm.

Gina.
What's in the dish?

I will wait for Mike.
Only he will understand.

Sorry I'm late.

Here's to the new whare.

New house, new beginning.

Maybe not all new.
- Yeah.

Perhaps I should
fire up the barbecue.

No need.

I have everything you want.
- Is that...

Spaghetti alla puttanesca
and lasagna.

Ah.
- Just the way you like it.

A woman
after my own heart.

And dreams.
I hope.

Shall we?

Ah, yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah.
Let me help.