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Did your mother know best when she left me in charge of you?

[ Dog whines ]

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Evening.

Oh, it is indeed, sir. [ Chuckles ]

[ Bicycle horn honking ]

Good morrow!

-[ Dog barking ] -Okay.

This town gets weirder every year.

Yeah, steampunkers, Mike.

Not really my thing,

but you got to admire the creativity, I guess.

Mm.

I never picked you to be a corgi guy.

Friend of a friend.

Oh, yeah.

I'm about to head out to the lookout.

Want to join me?

I'd love to, but he struggles with the hills.

You know, short legs.

Okay. [ Chuckles ]

Hey, corgis are cute,

but look out 'cause they're one of the more deadlier breeds.

Ciao!

Come on. Yeah!

[ Mid-tempo rock music playing]

♪ I met her in the comic shop ♪

♪ My heart started thumping ♪

♪ She saw me with her camera eyes ♪

♪ Her pistons were pumping ♪

♪ My girlfriend is a robot, a mechanical dream ♪

♪ Her coals glow hot, burning love into steam ♪

♪ I made her cogs and knobs and gears all go a-clatter ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm her man made of organic matter ♪

-[ Song ends ] -[ Cheers and applause ]

Thank you, thank you.

And now please welcome our leader,

ace dirigible pilot Captain J.R. Brocklesby!

Thank you!

Salutations, all,

and welcome to the annual

Brokenwood Aeronauts steampunk convivial!

Huzzah!

-Huzzah! -Huzzah!

I wish to offer my heartfelt gratitude to Mrs. Winsley

for providing such sumptuous vittles.

[ Cheering ]

And of course to Dr. Devious for his devilish libations.

[ Cheering ]

As you know, each year we fund-raise to take us all down

to the grand steampunk festival in Oamaru,

and it's a wonderful time.

But Lord knows it's expensive too.

So this year I decree that the Brokenwood Aeronauts

will not be launching

an official contingent to the festival.

-[ Crowd gasps ] -MAN: No, no.

Fear not, my friends. All is not lost, no.

To elaborate, I'd like to invite the town big bug,

the Right Honorable Mr. Neil Bloom!

-[ Laughing ] Yeah! come on! -[ Crowd murmuring ]

-Gosh, look at you. Heh heh. -[ Feedback blares ]

Ah, thank you, Alden.

I have to admit, I don't fully understand what steampunk is

[Chuckles] or what's going on here.

But I have it on good authority from my nephew, Bart,

that it is a lot of fun,

and I'm assured by Captain Brocklesby

that it celebrates diversity.

Oh, absolutely!

And if Brokenwood is to be known for one thing,

it should be inclusiveness.

MAN: Yes!

Which is why the district council has agreed to support

the first-ever official Brokenwood steampunk festival!

[ Cheering ]

Magnificent news! Magnificent news!

And hear me, it shall be bigger, better, grander by far.

We shall be the talk of all things steam.

The Brokenwood Aeronauts shall reign supreme!

Huzzah!

-Huzzah! -Huzzah!

Now let's all get slaughtered!

[ Cheering ]

This one's called "Steampunk the Funk."

One, two, three, four!

[ Playing up-tempo funk music ]

These fireworks, ladies and gents,

have been banned in 50 countries.

Smuggled into New Zealand for the Chinese New Year.

Extremely dangerous in the wrong hands.

Oh, just bloody get on with it.

Sorry for trying to create a sense of occasion, Eric.

[ Crowd groans ]

Wait, wait.

You!

Huzzah! [ Laughs ]

-[ Dog whining ] -Just go.

I promise I'm not watching.

[ Fireworks whistling ]

[ Fireworks exploding ]

This one's gonna be a doozy!

[ Whistles, explodes ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Fluid trickling ]

-Oh. Oh, my God. -Don't look at me!

[ Dog whining ]

[ Dog barking ]

Alden! Hey! Alden. Hey. Hey.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-Oh, my God. -Alden?

Aah! Help me! Help me!

[ Engine stops ]

-[ Car door opens, closes ] -BREEN: Typical.

Just finishing up a lovely Sunday roast lamb.

SIMS: Oh. A Roxy special?

BREEN: Breen special, actually.

-SIMS: Mm. -You?

SIMS: Oh, nothing fancy. Can of soup.

Ooh. You've been on the soups a lot since you and Kahu broke up.

You should come 'round after. There's leftovers.

As I've already explained, Kahu and I haven't broken up.

Right, you're just not seeing each other.

He's 60 miles offshore working on an oil rig,

and I don't do long-distance relationships.

-BREEN: Got it. -Oh.

I see budget cuts have really hit the dog section this year.

OFFICER: Belongs to the senior.

-He's just 'round the corner. -Mike's got a dog.

-This a midlife crisis? -It's a corgi.

Hardly the sports car of the canine world.

Think I might pass on the roast lamb.

Yeah, copy that.

Hold up. We've got a biohazard.

So far, one confirmed fatality. A Lionel Bridges.

Another male rushed to hospital, serious condition.

What the hell happened here?

A steampunk-club party thing.

The portaloo exploded.

Do we know what caused it?

A suspected gas leak.

[ Chuckles ]

What? Didn't say anything.

There's a propane gas bottle visible,

but we can't get in there until the hazmat team

have deemed the area safe.

You should walk in single file.

Less chance of stepping on another mine.

I highly doubt a land mine caused this.

What else?

Ah, probably quite a few things.

Such as?

Well, that's what we're here to investigate.

But no answers yet.

So you should consider the worst-case scenario.

In Russia there is a saying -- "Life is like a land mine."

"Life is like a land mine..." That's it?

"Every step you take might be your last."

You Russians are a cheery bunch.

Try to be.

Mike, the victim is in several pieces.

This will take some time.

And nothing doing till hazmat give you the all clear?

Good things happen to those who wait, Mike.

Right. Witnesses.

Let's see if this is anything more than a freak accident.

Well, exploding portaloo.

Nothing suspicious about that.

No.

Victim -- Lionel Bridges.

60 years old.

Owner of the Brokenwood Models and Trains shop.

Also founding member of the Aeronauts Steampunk Society.

Do we know what steampunk is yet?

Quite strange.

Mm, yeah, I can corroborate that.

Hmm.

Lionel was also the father of one of the members.

Poppy, do you recall where you were at the time of the blast?

Seriously? Her dad has just been killed.

Right, um, sorry.

Look, this can wait.

It's Cleo, yeah?

Can I organize you two a ride home?

CLEO: Yeah.

[ Sobs ]

Are you hurt?

She's embarrassed 'cause she wet herself.

Poppy!

We were outside watching the fireworks display when --

When "boom."

I see. Well...

Don't worry. It happens.

-Shock, you think? -SIMS: Maybe.

Probably didn't help that she'd been drinking.

Actually most of them seemed pretty drunk,

or as they like to say in their steampunk vernacular --

"full as a tick," "soaked," "sloshed," "fully roostered"...

Yeah, for a bunch of nerds, they really like to get on it.

The owner of the portaloos, a Tim Werner,

was certainly embodying all of those terms.

Has anything like this ever happened

to one of your portaloos before?

Timmie Time Toilet Tanks don't explode.

That wouldn't be very good word of mouth.

What was the gas tank for?

-[ Burps ] -Huh?

Hey, whoa, hey, ah, hey, hey, hey.

Is there someone we can call?

-[ Keys jingling ] -No. I'm okay.

-[ Coughs ] -Ah, oh, no, no, no.

Let's, um -- We'll, uh, get you a ride home, eh?

Okay.

I've just got to use the toilet.

No, no. No, no. You can't.

-Blew up, right? -Oh. Yeah.

He smelled like the floor of the Frog and Cheetah.

How do you know what the floor

of the Frog and Cheetah smells like?

I'll follow up today.

Is it possible a firework hit the gas tank?

Yeah, possible but unlikely.

We got a license for them.

You don't need a license for fireworks, Nigel.

Okay. But we read all the safety precautions on the box.

-Jesus! -Sor-ry!

We bought them off a stall on the side of the road.

Honestly, they were rubbish, really.

Did any of them go near the portaloo?

Most of them didn't go anywhere at all.

And the owner of the hangar, he flies hot-air balloons?

Yes, Alden Coombes.

Still in hospital.

They're going to update me when he regains consciousness.

Now, um, are we going to talk about

the dog-shaped elephant in the room?

Willie?

I'm looking after him for a friend.

Mm. A, uh, female friend?

Mm, possibly a girlfriend?

[ Cellphone rings ]

Gina.

Mike, I have finished assembling the body, minus one piece.

It was challenging. It reminded me of Tetris.

I'm on my way.

Well... Right.

Come on, Willie.

Let's go.

Ah, Mike?

Dog. Mortuary. Sort of a...

Charred body parts.

Right. I see your point.

Here.

What?

Given that he was at the epicenter of the blast,

I'm surprised he's in such good shape.

Shapes, Mike. He's in shapes.

But the walls of the portable toilet were plastic,

so the energy of the blast was dispersed.

If they were made of concrete he would have been liquefied.

Pink mist.

Anything of note?

Ah, his lungs show signs of heavy smoking,

his liver was inflamed, blood alcohol very high.

His bladder was empty,

and he had fish and chips for an early dinner.

Probably around 5:30 p.m.

But most interesting...

The lighter has been fused with the skin.

I found what remains of a packet of cigarettes too.

So we have a probable source of ignition.

Good work.

I'm not just a pretty face, Mike.

No. [ Clears throat ]

Ah, you said you were missing a piece?

Yes. My Tetris is incomplete.

[ Cellphone rings ]

SHEPHERD: Sims.

Forensics have found the remains of a hose

attached to the propane tank

and, it appears, strips of duct tape

were covering the ventilation holes of the portaloo.

Someone purposely filled it with gas.

And Lionel Bridges had a cigarette lighter

in his hand when he died.

What, some kind of elaborate suicide attempt?

Unlikely, no.

Then someone had it in for Lionel.

Seems that way. Carry on.

Oh, and keep a lookout for his left ear.

Wait, what?

Did you say an ear?

-[ Line clicks ] -Hello?

[ Model train whistle blowing ]

[ Mid-tempo country-and-western music playing ]

Lime?

Salt.

Brokenwood doesn't have a lime quarry.

I can watch it go 'round for hours and hours.

I mean, even though it's the same,

it's like there's always something new.

Bart, you worked for Lionel?

BART: Part time.

You knew him well?

He was like a father to me.

We can put you in touch with a grief counselor.

I don't know. I'll be okay.

Do you think you're up to giving me that statement now?

I might've known I'd find you in this place.

It's not a good thing for you to be here today.

It's morbid. Morbid, Barty.

Mum, Lionel loved this place.

I'm showing my respects, all right?

Well, you show your respect by looking after yourself.

Tell him.

I was surprised to see the shop open.

See? See, what this man says.

Mum...

Oh, um, I'm sorry about last night.

I might have came across a bit brusque.

Get away from him! Go on, shoo!

Ma'am, she's a paramedic.

-And who are you? -D.S.S. Mike Shepherd.

My son doesn't need a detective. He needs a doctor!

I was o-overwhelmed by everything.

I understand. How about we get a cup of tea at the station?

Get that statement?

Oh. Right.

Okay. What have we got, team?

The likely source of the propane tank at the party.

Storage for all of Alden Coombes'

hot-air balloon propellent left unlocked.

Also this length of steel was found jammed

in what remains of the portaloo door.

It would have prevented the door being opened from the inside.

Which means we're definitely not dealing with a suicide.

Could be off the junk decorating the portaloo --

or should I say Timmie Time Toilet Tank.

You provided them to the party for free. Is that correct?

TIM: Oh, for sure. Sponsorship.

You've got to be prepared to do some pro bono work

for name exposure in the first few years of a start-up company.

Timmie Time. It's an interesting name for your brand.

Yeah. It's pretty cool, right?

I did a business course.

You got to make it a personal connection

with what you're offering.

That's the key to success.

Even though you're associating your name

with going to the toilet.

Oh, totally.

I mean, every time you feel the urge,

and you think "Oh! It's Timmie time,'

that's like "ka-ching" for me.

That's what winning feels like.

Where was he at the time of the explosion?

Supposedly watching the fireworks,

as was everyone else, it seems.

TIM: Yeah, great display.

-Best I've seen in a while. -I heard it was pretty average.

TIM: Yeah. Right.

Yeah.

Do you know of any reason why anyone

would want to hurt Lionel Bridges?

Don't know.

I wouldn't call him a friend,

but he was passionate about the cause.

The cause being steampunk?

Sorry. I feel terrible.

Oh, that's understandable.

You've lost a member of your group.

Yeah, no. I smothered a parrot last night.

Okay, you what?

I smothered a parrot.

DR. DEVIOUS: Say hello to the green fairy.

TIM: In steampunk, when we drink absinthe, we "smother a parrot."

Ahh! [ Inhales sharply ]

Okay, well, your witness consumed absinthe.

So nothing he says is going to be reliable.

BREEN: Not necessarily.

Speaking from experience?

No. Roxy did it once at uni, though.

She thought she was flying on a cloud

with a flock of ducks heading north for the winter.

Then the next morning, she went down to the park,

found her air mattress floating in the duck pond.

What is your point exactly?

All I'm saying is Tim Werner has been more than helpful.

Whose idea was it to decorate the Timmie Tanks?

Lionel's.

Ah! [ Laughs ] You're a lifesaver, Tim.

And you'll give them a plug during your speech?

ALDEN: Yeah, of course.

-They're very plastic. -High durability, easy clean.

What is it with islanders and bright colors?

God's sake, man.

I wouldn't know, being Maori.

Well, you're all from the same islands.

About 500 years before you left yours.

Got the jump on you there.

All I'm saying is that these fluoro monstrosities

don't exactly fit in with the cause.

All right, all right.

I could change my mind about not charging you.

No, no, no! They're perfect.

They're perfect.

Perhaps we could get a little creative.

Just as long as people still see the name.

Oh, yes, absolutely.

Did Lionel always speak like that?

TIM: Don't know.

But in my line of work,

you get used to dealing with white-male crap.

So it was actually Alden's idea to decorate them?

Well, come to think of it, yeah.

He wanted them to blend in with the theme, I guess.

Steampunk portaloos.

Timmie Time Toilet Tanks. Yeah.

Decorate or disguise?

Alden Coombes is still unconscious.

-I'm getting regular updates. -Good.

Because that wrought-iron bric-a-brac

would have camouflaged the pipe from the gas tank.

How bothered do you think was Tim Werner by Lionel's comment?

He mostly seemed worried about brand exposure.

And I'm no closer to figuring out what steampunk is.

I am, thanks to Bart Bloom.

It's a genre of science fantasy.

It can be music, movies, role-playing, anything.

Often it imagines an alternate future

where steam power is still king

and Victorian sensibilities and design still prevail.

It's about taking ideas from the past

and transforming them into something new.

It clearly means a lot to you.

With steampunk you can be whoever you want to be.

An escape from the things you don't like about your own life.

Lionel Bridges and Alden Coombes

founded the Brokenwood Aeronauts together back in 2004.

Alden was the charismatic leader.

But Lionel was the one with integrity.

He made you feel like you weren't just dressing up,

that you were creating a better world.

I'm still hearing "cult."

Every year they fund-raise to send themselves to Oamaru.

Apparently there's a big steampunk festival down there.

Only, I didn't get to go.

Your health?

Yeah, but this year was going to be different.

Uncle Neil finally agreed

that we'd have our own festival up here.

I was so happy. And it was all because of Lionel.

Bart, can you think of any reason

why anybody would want to hurt Lionel?

He was just a nice man who ran a model-train store and...

Uh, if you need to,

the, um, bathroom's second on the right down the hall.

I prefer to use my own bathroom.

[ Knocks ]

Elsa Bloom is wondering how much longer.

And she asked me to tell you

she's worried about your water retention.

Mothers -- Can't live with them,

can't live without them keeping tabs on your bladder.

So Lionel Bridges

is a gentle, quiet soul with no enemies

who someone just decided to blow to smithereens?

What if the explosion wasn't the goal here?

I mean, Lionel's been drinking.

The offender then jams the door shut,

having taped the ventilation holes,

pumping it full of gas.

By the time Lionel smelled the gas,

if he smelled it at all, he's trapped in there.

And with everyone watching the fireworks,

nobody hears his screams.

He'd pass out in minutes, be dead in a few more.

The offender then removes the tank, removes the tape,

and leaves Lionel to be discovered,

dead on the dunny, just like Elvis.

Only problem is, instead of peanut butter sandwiches,

Lionel's vice was cigarettes.

Smoking kills.

But propane gas has like a really bad, stinky-egg smell.

How did he not notice?

-It's a portaloo. -[ Cellphone chimes ]

Right. Yeah.

Alden Coombes has regained consciousness.

Do you want to go get a coffee?

-Yeah, sure. -No, not you.

Get back to Tim Werner.

We need to know how quickly that portaloo can be filled with gas.

-Hmm. -Come on, Willie. This way.

Go. Yeah. No.

CLEO: He seems very wise.

I'll take your word for it.

I know it's hard, but last night...

Doesn't seem real.

I keep expecting him to call

or come walking around the corner.

Is your mother still around?

No.

She ran off when Poppy was a baby.

She left Lionel to raise her on his own.

They barely speak.

Tough.

Is there any other family around?

She's got me now, eh, babe?

She doesn't need anyone else.

Poppy, we're concerned that your father's death

wasn't an accident.

Do you know of anyone that might have wanted to have hurt Lionel?

Definitely not her mum, if that's what you mean.

She lives in Australia.

What was your last memory of seeing him last night?

POPPY: It was later in the night.

I'll see you outside.

POPPY: Just before the fireworks.

Did your father approve of your relationship?

-Yeah. -Not really.

I mean, maybe he was a little protective sometimes,

but all dads are.

He meant well, didn't he?

Yeah, he did.

We have that victim-support thingy.

-Can we go? -Oh, of course.

I'll be in touch if we have any more questions.

POPPY: Bye, Willie.

I heard about Lionel Bridges. Messed up way to go.

-You knew Lionel? -No way.

No, I'm not into that kinky stuff.

What do you mean, "kinky"?

Model trains.

Yeah, no, never even met the guy.

Oh, except for one time.

[ Model train whistle blowing ]

It was back when I was smoking the buds.

I remember he was a bit intense.

Humbug?

Beautiful, aren't they?

Would you like to come inside?

It's great to see young men

taking an interest in precision engines from the golden age.

Tell me, have you ever considered

making a steampunk persona?

Is that like a pasta dish?

FRODO: It was confusing.

Which is why I don't smoke that stuff anymore.

Frodo, just to clarify,

do you think Lionel was making advances towards you?

No way. No. Definitely not.

No, I don't think so.

What, do you reckon?

Thanks. Great coffee as always.

Hey, Detective Shepherd.

Is this not your dog?

Come on, Willie. Come on, come on.

Come on. Come on.

See ya. Have a good day.

Mr. Coombes currently has no memory of the incident.

The few things that he has said are quite strange.

Apart from some superficial burns,

he's got a mild concussion and some temporary hearing loss,

so please keep it brief.

I appreciate it.

Oh, and, hey, I'm really sorry to hear about you and Kahu.

How do you know about that?

Oh, I just -- just heard.

But you know, if you're ever at a loose end,

you're welcome to come 'round for dinner.

A woman can't live on soup alone.

Thanks. Well, I'll let you know.

[ Door opens ]

[ Monitor beeping ]

Poppy?

Ah, Mr. Coombes,

I'm Detective Kristin Sims.

Sorry, what? I can't hear over this blasted ringing.

Can you hear it?

Ah, Alden, I'm Detective Kristin Sims.

Oh. You're a mutton shunter.

-What? -A bluebottle, a Miltonian.

Well, I'm a detective.

That's what I said.

Do you know where you are?

Ah, blasted infirmary on the airship Europa?

Uh, you've had a concussion, Mr. Coombes.

There was an accident. Do you recall?

I don't. Nothing.

Mm, well, there was a gas explosion

involving one of the portaloos.

Oh, dear.

I'm sorry to say that your friend Lionel Bridges

was killed.

Lionel? No.

We believe the portaloo had been filled with propane gas.

Lionel Bridges gone?

Yes.

Mr. Coombes, on your property

there is a shed containing four propane gas tanks.

Do you remember locking that shed?

Always. Everything stored away.

Safety first.

[ Groans ]

Lionel Percival Pottersmore, Esquire, dead?

I can't believe it.

He was sound on the goose.

Someone to ride the river with.

He loved the Mary Blane.

Mary Blane being his girlfriend?

Trains, woman.

He loved the trains.

Ah, what about a spare key to your shed?

Oh, it -- that's the only one.

-So it was an accident? -No.

We believe this was a deliberate act.

Someone on purpose?

Yes.

Do you remember locking your --

No, no. Alden. Alden, stay put!

-[ Groaning ] -[ Alarm beeping ]

Alden!

What's going on in here?

Ah, he fell.

That's enough, Detective. Please.

-Come on, Mr. Coombes. -ALDEN: I'm sorry.

It's all right. You're fine. You're fine, Mr. Coombes.

[ Tami Neilson's "Hey, Bus Driver!" plays ]

♪ Living out of a suitcase ♪

♪ Down to my last blue jeans ♪

♪ Truck-stop coffee and the same white lines ♪

♪ Every road I've seen ♪

♪ Fall asleep looking at your picture ♪

♪ Wake up saying your name ♪

I understand you were at the party earlier in the evening

to announce a steampunk festival.

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry about the delay.

Though I doubt that'll be happening anymore.

It's a shame. Alden worked so hard on it.

Alden and Lionel.

In different ways, yes.

How well did you know Lionel Bridges?

I mainly knew him as the guy who always e-mailed me

about reopening the Brokenwood train line.

Do you happen to know if he was...

-Gay? -Mm.

[ Chuckles ] Not that I knew of.

And I would know.

Since we all have those secret meetings once a month.

I'm just trying to keep an open mind. Looking for motives.

Not as far as I knew.

In fact, a bit more of an open mind

could have done Lionel some good.

Fire jugglers, knife throwing,

steam-powered jetpack testing, hot-air balloon rides,

combined with free

homemade-whiskey tasting for all!

Yeah, this, uh, all sounds very dangerous.

No, no, no, no. Not at all.

No, the Brokenwood steampunk festival

will be a fun, safe environment for the whole family.

Did I mention balloon rides?

During the negotiations,

Lionel brought up wanting to keep "undesirables"

out of the festival.

It needs to be purely about commitment to invention.

At first I thought that sounded reasonable.

But then I tweaked to what he actually meant...

No riffraff or degenerates

trying to sexualize or politicize it.

What exactly do you mean by that, Mr. Bridges?

Well, he means to keep out highwaymen

and thieves, blackguards.

That's not what I mean. You know what I'm saying.

The bloody LGBTP brigade,

they want to make everything a statement these days.

Steampunk is not an excuse for them to dress up in lace

and swan around in public fondling each other's --

-[ Thud ] -Ow!

Well, if there's no fondling

I'm afraid the festival's off the table.

[ Laughs ]

I should have known youwouldn't understand.

Honestly, I was kind of impressed

that he had the audacity to talk to me like that.

But...

No, I mean it.

Any more talk about exclusion,

this festival idea goes no further.

Oh, he doesn't mean it.

He's just very passionate

about making sure the event is a success.

Steampunk is about inclusivity. That's the entire point.

Lionel Bridges will not stand

in the way of a successful festival.

I promise you.

What do you think Alden meant by that?

That he would blow him up in a portable commode.

Sorry. Too soon?

I took it to mean that he would resist

Lionel's rabid homophobia.

At least I hope that's what he meant.

Your nephew Bart is an Aeronaut.

Yeah.

Yeah, the group's really brought him out of his shell.

He's, uh -- He's quite an insular young man.

Caused by his health problems?

My, uh, brother walked out on them many years ago.

That had a lasting impact.

Elsa raised him on her own?

I try and help out when I can.

Not that it's welcome.

Because?

I suspect every time she sees me,

I'm a reminder of the pain my brother caused.

Okay, yeah. Thanks.

Did you know Lionel's daughter was in a lesbian relationship?

Hmm! Yeah.

People like Lionel Bridges have a remarkable ability

to look the other way when it suits them.

Hmm.

Blowing up Lionel Bridges required serious planning.

Planning requires clear motive.

According to both Frodo and Bart Bloom,

Lionel showed a keen interest in young men,

contradicted by the fact that he was reportedly homophobic.

Lionel wanted gay people

specifically excluded from his prized festival.

So he was closeted?

Neil Bloom believes not.

But his daughter's gay?

Which gives motive to both Poppy and Cleo.

I mean, if Lionel stood in the way

of their relationship somehow, how angry were they?

Poppy stands to inherit some money,

possibly even the shop.

As did Cleo, vicariously.

But where does Bart fit in all of this?

Hmm. He's a curious one.

Health issues, abandonment issues.

Possibly OCD.

But he looked up to Lionel. Kind of a father figure.

How'd you get on with Tim Werner?

We did some tests this afternoon.

The internal cavity is 1.8 cubic meters,

so at 40 liters a minute, you would need...

Yeah.

What are you doing?

I'm taping up the ventilation holes

so that it fills up with the gas faster.

I didn't ask you to do that.

Yeah, but it's just common sense, right?

Do you remember who you were standing next to

while you were watching the fireworks?

Ah, let me think.

None of our witnesses can actually place you.

Okay.

Well, when I told you I was watching the fireworks, I was.

Just not with anybody else.

[ Fireworks whistling, exploding ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

But I remember someone standing over me for a bit.

Definitely.

-Who was it? -I don't know.

Well, what did they look like?

A bush.

-A bush? -A bush-shaped person.

Do you think it's possible this bush-shaped person

could have just been a bush?

Or even a tree.

Are you buying that?

I'm dealing with a guy who "smothered a parrot."

Anyway, it took approximately 90 seconds

to fill the portaloo with propane.

Right.

The short length of hose

suggests that the gas bottle was positioned

behind the portaloo,

which offers that the most obvious place

for the offender to hide was here,

around the side of the shed.

So assuming the offender

waited until Lionel got into the portaloo,

then jammed it shut, filled it with gas

about 90 seconds before the explosion,

we're looking for anyone that can't be accounted for

during the entire fireworks display.

Well, that's Tim Werner,

though he was potentially somewhere here.

Also, a witness has Poppy Bridges

arriving after Cleo Jones, as did Bart Bloom.

And Alden Coombes can't recall where he was

at the time of the explosion.

But none of the other witnesses

have him at the fireworks at all.

Alden Coombes' memory loss is very convenient, isn't it?

[ Knocking ]

-D.C. Breen. -Ah, about time.

-I'm Wanda. -Right.

I'm looking for Cleo Jones.

Are you from the Tenancy Service?

I'm from the criminal investigation branch.

Of the Tenancy Service?

Of the police.

'Cause I just filed a complaint with them about Cleo.

She took all her stuff to her girlfriend's place yesterday.

Now I have to look for a new flatmate in like a week.

Total crap.

You're saying she's moved in with Poppy Bridges?

Do you know if she's there now?

Probably. Those two are inseparable.

Or try their work -- the pet shop.

-All right, thanks. -Wait, wait.

When you see her, give her this.

And tell Cleo she's not getting her bond back.

Mr. Coombes' situation yesterday transpired

to be nothing more than a panic attack.

I know you've got a job to do, but take it easy, please?

At this stage of his recovery, it's important he avoid stress.

Well.

That's one way to avoid it.

Ms. Bloom.

Oh, I'm quite comfortable with you calling me Elsa.

Right. Elsa, then. How can I help?

It's probably more a case of how I can help you.

My son, Bart, has a variety of health issues, as you know.

One of his medications has a side effect.

Um, insomnia.

So when he does sleep, it can be very fitful.

Last night I overheard him sleep-talking

in a -- a distressed and agitated way.

It was about...

Yes?

It would seem that Lionel Bridges and Alden Coombes

had some sort of argument before the explosion.

Bart witnessed this?

I presume so, to be talking about it in his sleep.

He didn't mention it in his statement.

He was quite shaken.

Anyway, it may be nothing.

I just thought I should mention it.

Thanks, Elsa.

I'll talk to Bart again as soon as possible.

-Why? -To get Bart's version.

For more detail.

Of course.

I'll see myself out.

Alden?

Mr. Coombes?

[ Birds squawking ]

[ Bell dings ]

-Didn't we just... -I work here.

-You didn't mention that. -You didn't ask.

-Are you stalking me? -What? No.

No, I'm a detective, as I said.

You got a girlfriend?

Yes.

She know you're here?

L-Look! Poppy and Cleo, are they here?

Not here.

You did say they worked here.

They're off today. Sick leave.

Right, and you didn't tell me that because I didn't ask?

No, Cleo texted after you left.

Said that Poppy's sad and can't be alone.

Or it could just be Cleo's afraid

of the verbal smackdown coming her way.

It's extra crap because it's gonna be a really busy day.

Yeah, good luck with that.

It's not mine.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Mike.

According to Elsa Bloom, Bart witnessed a heated argument

between Alden and Lionel that night.

Can you ask him that, and I'll follow up Bart?

I'll be happy to. Just as soon as I find him.

What?

He discharged himself from hospital via an open window.

His car's still outside his house.

The taxi company have no record.

For all we know, he could be passed out in a ditch somewhere.

So I've put out a 10-1, but, as yet, nothing.

How does a grown man in a hospital gown just disappear?

-Keep me posted. -Will do.

Hey, maybe this dude escaped by bicycle?

At first I thought it was just some dude going senile.

My grandad sometimes opened the door...

-Thanks, Frodo. -...completely nude.

[ Door opens ]

It really is impressive.

I've been helping Lionel build it since I was 11.

I even suggested a few bits,

like the coal yards and the salt mine.

He always said that -- that life was a work in progress

and only through working do we become better men.

I don't know what else to do.

Bart, tell me about the argument you witnessed

between Alden and Lionel the night of the party.

What argument?

Your mother said she heard you talking in your sleep.

Oh, sorry. Only me.

I was on my way home,

and I, uh, saw you left your medication

in the back of the car again.

-Mum... -You're looking puffy.

I was just on my way home

from talking with Detective Shepherd

and telling him about the mutterings in your sleep --

What were you doing in my room?

I wasn't in your room, dear,

but you were being very loud.

It's the medications.

Tell me what you remember.

Well, you said that he was threatening --

Elsa, I'd like to hear it from Bart.

Uh, I think Alden was threatening Lionel.

And this argument was public?

-No, it was by the portaloos. -Elsa, please.

Well, that's what he said.

You wouldn't dare.

I'll make sure your precious festival

dies before it's born.

Brocklesby.

[ Chuckles ]

I should kill you, you hypocritical bastard.

No, Lionel never said that.

-Barty, it's what you told me. -I never told you anything.

ELSA: Oh, you were fretting in your sleep.

-What did he say? -I don't know.

But you were also by the portaloos?

No, no. No way.

So where exactly were you?

Uh, I was on my way to watch the fireworks.

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

And what do you think they were discussing?

The festival, I guess.

Well, surely that's a question

you should be asking Mr. Coombes.

It's on the agenda.

Well...

I've got to, uh -- I've got to catch the pharmacy.

Heh. A mother's work is never done.

Bart, why didn't you mention this in your statement?

Because Lionel would never hurt Alden.

He was a good man.

W-Would you like to see

the new Southern Pacific SW1500 diesel locomotive?

-We just got this in. -Another time, perhaps.

Hello?

Hello?

"Sick." Yeah, right.

[ Gunshot ]

Comms from Charlie 3.

10-9! Shots fired.

Repeat, shots fired.

Do you know how close the AOS was to being dispatched?

You would have done exactly the same thing.

-MAN: No. -[ Gun cocks ]

No, please.

[ Gunshot ]

Anyone else want a piece of Starfire Jones?

That was awesome!

That fall looked so real, Billy.

Oi!

Charlie 3 to comms. Stand down.

False alarm.

You're lucky to be alive. after a run-in

with the notorious Starfire Jones!

Can we just focus on the bigger picture here, okay?

How is Poppy Bridges so quickly over the death of her dad?

Yesterday she's grieving, today she's making short films

about damsels in distress?

Bring them back in for another chat.

Gladly.

I couldn't face working today.

But I couldn't sit around home either.

Dad's stuff is everywhere.

I suggested we did some work on the film.

Poppy gets really into it.

And it worked. It took her mind off her dad.

We're very sorry if it came across as insensitive.

I'm not the one who's grieving for my father.

I'm still sad and everything, okay?

I am. It's just...

It's so weird.

We're so sorry if it came across as insensitive.

Cleo, you've moved in with Poppy.

So?

You don't think it's a little rushed,

moving in with someone less than two days after --

Poppy didn't want to be alone in that house.

It freaked her out.

Poppy, I need you tell me a bit more

about your relationship with your father.

He -- He raised you alone?

Yeah.

Yeah, um, Mum left when I was a baby,

and he just never really got over that.

-Are you close to your mum? -No.

I look like her, though.

As I got older,

Lionel would start spending longer hours at the shop.

He said I wasn't allowed to come because I'd break the trains,

but I think he just didn't want me around, reminding him.

Is that why you joined the Aeronauts,

to spend time with him?

Yeah. It worked for a while.

You know, um, we'd both dress up and pretend to be other people.

Steampunk was like

a life-sized version of him playing with his trains.

It relaxed him. He was more fun to be around.

It was nice.

But then, um...

You fell in love?

Cleo was the new girl at work.

[ Bird squawks ]

You know when you meet someone and just, like,

straightaway you're being

your most embarrassing selves with each other

and neither of you seem to care at all?

But I gather Lionel didn't like the two of you being together?

He said I was making a fool of myself,

but he meant him.

So it's fair to say your father was homophobic?

Just my luck.

More than that, I got the sense

that he didn't like women in general.

SHEPHERD: I need you to go through the whole night,

as much as you can remember.

Can you do that for me?

SIMS: Try not to leave anything out.

Okay.

Okay.

Cleo says that she and Poppy

arrived at the hangar together around 6:30,

where they almost immediately ran into Alden.

Poppy is consistent on that.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Now, here's a roguish pair!

What mischief are you two up to?

On your way to hijack a submersible?

To fleece a merchant train?

We thought we might rob a hot-air balloon pilot.

Aaah, I surrender! I surrender!

Please, I have a wife and children!

We know very well you have neither, Captain Brocklesby,

you old scoundrel.

[ Laughs ] My dears...

Now, before the revelries begin, I should tell you

I have a surprise for you two.

Oh, pray tell, Captain Brocklesby.

I won't ruin it, but suffice to say, it is big.

That's all I can say --

other than our very own festival is to be had,

and I'm appointing you two as my co-pilots.

We shall forge a new era for the Aeronauts!

What about Dad?

Oh, your father won't be a problem, I assure you.

[ Smooches ]

Oh, Benji! Benji.

Why weren't you happy with Alden's decision?

It was cool, but it didn't fit with our plans.

She says they're leaving Brokenwood.

Apparently they've been saving to travel the world together.

I'm not sure that's still on the cards

as far as Poppy is concerned.

With Dad dead, um, Cleo and I will have to run the shop now

and help with the festival.

God. So much to think about.

Tell me about the last time you saw Lionel.

Uh...

To sexy hats.

Hey, you two.

It was later that night, just before the fireworks.

I'll see you outside.

LIONEL: You look happy.

I am, Dad.

And I really want you to be happy for me.

You know what?

I am, Poppy.

I'm very happy for you and Cleo.

She's a lovely girl.

That does not sound like the Lionel Cleo talked to.

Mm. Unless he had a personality transplant.

I was putting my double bass away when...

You.

And I tried to be chill, but he wasn't having it.

It's great news about the festival, isn't it?

Lionel, I got you a...

You've already got one.

Ah, one going spare?

That's kind. Thanks, Bart.

I'm that "kind" of guy.

Bart's usually crazy shy.

He barely talks to us when he edits Poppy's movies.

You and Bart are friends?

He used to have a thing for Poppy.

I guess with parents leaving them both at a young age,

he thought there was a connection.

But he made a dick of himself at her 21st,

and I think he's been embarrassed about it ever since

so he just tries to be nice.

A toast. To the Brokenwood steampunk festival.

Cleo, your topping-hat, it looks exquisite.

How long did it take you to make?

I made it.

For mydaughter.

It took me months.

Poppy and I like to share.

She thinks it looks hot on me.

She's right. It looks hot.

If I had a hat that looked that good,

I'd -- I'd never take it off.

-Thanks, Bart. -To sexy hats!

To sexy hats.

I'll get some more, eh?

You should take that off.

Hey, you two.

Um, fireworks outside in a few minutes.

I'll see you outside.

You got to know when to hold 'em,

know when to fold 'em.

BREEN: Kenny Rogers.

-You know it? -Oh, yeah.

Grandad used to play it all the time.

Hmm. Come on.

Lionel didn't say he was happy for the two of you, did he?

Poppy, you need to be honest with us here.

Like Cleo has.

No, he didn't.

LIONEL: You look happy.

I am, Dad.

And I really want you to be happy for me.

Funny, all I really want is a piss and a durry.

POPPY: I just didn't want that to be the last thing

my father said to me.

"A piss and a durry."

SHEPHERD: Did he say anything else?

When you're running my festival,

remember, Alden's a traitorous bastard.

Was he referring to Alden's decision

to promote you and Cleo?

So he already knew about it at this stage of the evening?

He'd already had a go at Cleo about it.

You.

Alden told me about his plans for you two.

You little minx.

It's great news about the festival, isn't it?

And then he had an even bigger go at me.

Alden's a traitorous bastard.

You think you're so smart.

Just like your mother.

Well, your mother was a prozzie.

A bus-down.

A doxy.

An easy-mac strumpet.

How did that make you feel?

Sad!

I felt sad, all right? Wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you feel sad if your father spoke to you like that?

Thanks, Poppy. You've been a great help.

[ Knock on door ]

Sims, you're needed out on Tanamoa Ridge.

I'd like to see your short films.

Why?

I mean, they're not for everyone.

You might not like them.

I'd like to get a better idea of the whole steampunk thing.

As soon as possible, thanks.

[ Dog barking ]

Mike, we've picked up on Alden Coombes' trail.

Mrs. Marlowe, come through. How can I help?

Oh, Jean, please.

I have something here that might interest you.

More cheese rolls?

Ah, not quite.

I was power-walking along Old Comber Rise.

-Not far from your place. -Right.

Then at Pearse Point,

there it was, lying in the grass.

I assume it belonged to one Lionel Bridges,

given the wind direction the other night.

Thanks. I'll pass it on to Gina.

Fair to say foul play was involved?

You know I can't talk about the case.

Oh, of course not.

He was an interesting fellow.

-You knew Lionel? -Oh, I tried not to.

I don't mean to speak ill of the dead.

But if I were you, I'd have a word with Jared Morehu.

Ask him about model trains.

Right.

I'll come back for the Tupperware container.

If you wouldn't mind just giving it a rinse.

-Oh, hello, Sam. -Mrs. Marlowe.

Boss, I think I've got a pretty good idea

where Alden Coombes might be.

Oh!

Mike, you're not going to believe this.

SHEPHERD: No, I think I might.

It's not exactly a high-speed getaway, is it?

Well, as they say, what goes up must come down.

So you should go in hot pursuit.

Good luck.

I need to get an ear to the mortuary.

Well, off you go.

Right.

G'day, Mike.

No dog this time?

I've got him somewhere safe.

She really likes you, eh?

-Who? -Your mystery wahine.

You know, a woman doesn't lend her kurijust to any man.

Who says it's a woman?

Well, corgis are known for their vicious attack methods.

Women use them as undercover guard dogs.

You know, why do you think the queen had so many?

[ Chuckles ]

I wanted to speak to you about model trains.

-Is that a euphemism? -You used to collect them?

Hell no.

I'm a man of many interests, Mike,

but model trains don't do it for me.

But you knew Lionel Bridges?

Nah. But I met him once.

A few years ago I was looking for a present for my nephew.

Um, yeah, so,

it's -- it's about this time

the shop owner might say something like,

"How may I help you?"

LIONEL: We're closed.

Well, you've got a funny way of showing it.

I doubt there's anything in here that would interest you lot.

Come on, Leon.

We'll go online, find some cool trains on there, eh?

It seems Lionel was most definitely racist.

All I know is my nephew has no interest

in model trains anymore.

I assume this is your mystery woman.

I'll leave you to it, eh?

I assure you, it isn't.

Hey, a wink's as good as a nudge, Mike.

-Ka kite. -I'm not winking.

Oh! Detective.

Might I have a word?

Sure.

Why is he flying so low?

Maybe his head injury's worse than we thought.

SIMS: Or he's playing a long game.

BREEN: Meaning?

SIMS: Well, he could be angling to not stand trial

on grounds of insanity.

Hey, did you ask Dr. Carlton to have me around for dinner?

Just want to see you off the soups.

I'm fine. Really.

So help me God, if Gina invites me around for borscht,

I'm coming for you.

Well, that's a very striking perfume you wear.

Oh. Thank you.

Would you like the name for Mrs. Shepherd?

Ah, there is no Mrs. Shepherd.

And, no, I'm terrible at remembering that sort of thing.

Now, what brings you here?

Do you have any children, Detective?

-No, I don't. -You'd make a wonderful father.

It wasn't to be.

I think it's very important to have a father figure

in one's life, don't you?

A -- A strong male role model.

Is that what Lionel was to Bart?

Oh, I encouraged it.

Raising Bart, I knew I was never going to be enough.

It's just that with Lionel gone,

I'm worried that Bart is going to become withdrawn.

He's very shaken by what's happened,

and of course that reflects in his health

with high blood pressure and water retention.

Elsa, I need to be clear that Bart remains a person

that is helping us with our inquiries.

Oh, of course.

No, no. That's not what I meant.

I -- I wondered if you might take him fishing.

I'm sorry?

Or hunting. Or something outdoorsy.

Something masculine.

I feel that you would be a really good influence.

I'm really not much of a fisherman.

Oh. Oh, well, doesn't hurt to ask.

Thank you for the tea.

Elsa, I've been meaning to ask, um --

How would you describe your steampunk character?

I don't have one.

So you weren't at Alden's party?

Why would I be at that silly affair?

Well, I was hoping you could tell me.

I saw your car parked near Alden's property.

I recognized the bumper sticker --

"Mothers know best."

Well, I'd probably just stopped somewhere to answer a call.

Mm. The car was empty.

Perhaps you're not remembering correctly.

I remember a red puffer jacket in the boot.

When I came by a second time, after the explosion,

the hatch was open, and the jacket was gone.

What were you doing at Alden's property?

I had no interest in Alden Coombes party or his type,

and I don't like what you're implying.

Thank you again for the tea.

SIMS: [ On megaphone ] Alden!

We know you're in there. You need to come down. Now.

Alden.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

I could grab the Bushmaster, blow a couple of holes in it.

Alden, my colleague is suggesting

that we try the shotgun approach.

Any thoughts?

ALDEN: Oh, hello!

Sorry, I didn't hear you. My ears are still ringing.

Yeah, because megaphones are notoriously quiet.

How about you come down, we have a chat?

How do I know you're alone?

BREEN: Jesus, Alden, it's just us.

ALDEN: Will you guarantee my protection?

-From who? -What are you afraid of?

The bomb. I thought...

You thought what?

I don't think they were trying to kill Lionel.

They were trying to kill me.

[ Mel Parsons' "Blame" plays ]

♪ I blame your mother for every little thing ♪

♪ When the cows don't come home ♪

♪ When the birds, they don't sing ♪

♪ I blame your mother for every little thing ♪

Bart. Mind if I come in?

♪ When the birds, they don't sing ♪

Uh, t-take a seat.

Ah, I'm okay, thanks.

[ Computer chimes ]

I was just in the middle of editing.

Look.

BREEN: Oi!

I'm thinking about keeping that part

where your colleague comes in.

Charlie 3 to comms. Stand down. False alarm.

I think it's really raw.

Is that on?

Do you edit all Poppy and Cleo's movies?

Yeah. Yeah, I like it.

It's a way of being involved without

having to talk to anyone.

Your mother suggests you spend a lot of time by yourself.

I'm -- I'm not by myself.

I-I've got lots of friends, just not physical ones.

My mother's not right about everything.

You know, she thinks she is, but she's not.

Bart, was your mother at Alden's place the other night?

My mum? No way.

She thinks steampunk's embarrassing.

You definitely didn't see her?

She doesn't even give me a ride to the parties

in case somebody sees me in her car in my costume.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Gina.

[ Knocks ]

So satisfying when you have

all the pieces of a puzzle, isn't it?

So it definitely belonged to Lionel?

Yes.

Though what's most interesting

is this green hue around the top of the ear.

It's like fur.

Perhaps the fur of a Martian.

Interesting theory.

It's a joke, Mike. I know Martians are not real.

Do you?

I'm not sure I do know they're not real.

I will look into it.

Whatever it is, it's not like any organic matter I've seen.

Perhaps the explosion had another chemical component?

You said they were trying to kill you, not Lionel.

-Who are "they"? -I should lie down.

-Things are fuzzy. -Dr. Carlton says you're fine.

Fine enough to leap out a window,

steal a bicycle, and fly a hot-air balloon.

So...

Who are "they"?

Damn wind changed on me.

Otherwise I'd have made it across the border

into bright and wondrous lands.

New beginnings.

Alas, not to be.

Alden, if you believe that someone tried to kill you

and killed Lionel instead, it is imperative you tell us.

But in a way, I killed him.

You see, Lionel's death was all my doing.

I lost my wife 10 years ago.

A virus. Out of the blue, no warning.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Things went downhill for a while.

There was some drinking, gambling.

Grief, you see, it can turn some of us upside down.

Things unraveled on me financially.

The banks got tired of me.

How does this explain what happened to Lionel?

Hot-air ballooning is a fickle business.

At the mercy of the weather gods.

And even then, if you can't buy gas,

you can't get yourself aloft.

So I borrowed money from some --

well, wherever I could.

So you're in trouble with loan sharks?

Scoundrels, yes.

Threats were made. Serious threats.

So when I woke up in hospital and heard what had happened,

I knew -- I knew it was meant for me.

Do you have a name for this lender?

If I were to tell you that, I'd be re-signing my death warrant.

Or saving another innocent life.

"Fast Eddie's Cash Bonanza."

Yes. It's as bad as it sounds.

It's a payday lender. They're in the city.

Mr. Coombes, we need to know your whereabouts

in the moments before the explosion.

Nobody else can account for you.

I can't remember. I can't remember.

Perhaps a good night's sleep

might help me recover my scrambled thoughts.

Can I be emancipated so that I might repose?

Please don't try and leave town while we follow this up.

No, no. I don't even want to leave the building.

I'm safer here.

I know you have a bed.

I, um, have to lock you in for protocol reasons.

And only because you believe there is

a serious threat to your life.

You're so kind. It's what I want.

It's what I deserve.

If they come, tell them to take it all.

My car, my things, I don't care.

But not my balloon.

She's everything.

See, my wife and I,

they were our happiest times.

Please, not my balloon.

[ Dog whining ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Sighs ]

All of the numbers associated with

Fast Eddie's Cash Bonanza have been disconnected,

including the mobiles.

Send it through to Hughes.

He can get a team onto it on morning.

Um, I think he's done his time.

Well, if it's good enough for Alden Coombes...

Yeah. But think of the psychological issues he has now.

Abandonment, persecution,

not to mention distrust of the police.

Elsa Bloom was near the scene of the crime.

I recognized her car yesterday.

But she won't admit it.

Best case, she was spying on her son.

Worst case, she was there to deal to Lionel.

Bart is very much under the thumb of his mother,

possibly covering for her too.

Apart from her, he leads a very solitary life,

spending most of his time online.

He was on one of those chat rooms when I dropped by.

-He closed it quickly. -Oh, yeah?

-What's it called? -In-Life.

Yeah, I tried searching for it, but I couldn't find --

SIMS: Found it.

Oh. It's an incel chat room.

Incel being...?

Well, incels are a community

of lonely, young,

mostly white virgins who feel resentment

at their perceived rejections by women.

It's a special kind of boys club.

Cleo did say that Poppy had rejected Bart at a party once.

Mm. No wonder he got on so well with Lionel.

Breen, I want you to watch the movies

that Poppy and Cleo have been making.

I've forwarded you the link.

Are you sure this is a great use of police time?

I don't think they'll be very good.

Well, I thought you'd find it interesting.

You're in the next one.

No.

Fast Eddie's Cash Bonanza shut down three weeks ago.

Eddie McIntyre is in custody along with his cronies.

Banged up with a whole lot of misdemeanors.

Assault?

Look, they're bad buggers, don't get me wrong.

They repossess flat-screen TVs, cars.

The odd kneecap might not work as well as it used to.

But blowing up clients is not in their repertoire.

Dead people don't pay.

And they were all in custody at the time?

Indeed.

So, yes, he is in fantasyland

but in more ways than one.

The international boys came through

with that QHP you wanted.

Now, Andrew Crombie has a very interesting past.

Andrew Crombie being...?

Alden Coombes,

when he lived in Brighton, England.

I've just sent it through.

He changed his name and emigrated 10 years ago

when his wife died.

Yeah, from a virus, I believe.

Well, she may have had a virus

when she fell from the basket of his hot-air balloon.

5,000 feet. Not pretty.

Okay. Thanks.

It was never proved!

Because you were the only witness.

She had a virus. Inner ear.

It affected her balance. She leaned over.

I was acquitted.

Flying balloons is everything to me. Everything.

Why should I lose that because of an accident?

A tragic accident.

A witness has you and Lionel

having a heated argument out by the portaloos

about 20 minutes before the explosion.

What was that about?

Okay.

Here's how it looks.

You had an argument with Lionel.

Then while everyone is inside enjoying the band,

you have time to unlock your shed --

you said yourself you have the only key --

hook a propane tank up to a portaloo,

fill it with gas, and then wait for Lionel to come along.

SHEPHERD: You then locked the portaloo after he went inside,

planning to gas him to death,

but you didn't count on him trying to have a cigarette.

The portaloo explodes,

killing Lionel and landing you in hospital

with enough injuries to make you look like an innocent bystander.

You can see why it's in your best interest

to clarify what went on and why.

I swear it was nothing like that.

Yes, we did argue bitterly after the announcement.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Lionel.

You should know I've asked Poppy and Cleo

to help me run the festival.

[ Snorts ] The hell you have.

I'm sorry. You know I need this festival.

I did all the budgets, proposals, the logistics.

I set up all the meetings.

All you did was ponce around.

We need fresh blood.

All the horrible stuff you keep saying will kill our plans.

If my daughter usurps me along with that little darkie...

Oh, for God's sake, man! This is what I mean!

There's a lot more horrible stuff I couldsay.

About your wife.

[ Descending whistle ]

You wouldn't dare.

I'll make sure your precious festival dies

before it's born.

Brocklesby.

[ Grunts ]

I should kill you, you hypocritical bastard.

He flicked his cigarette away and stormed off.

Yes, in that moment I wanted to kill him.

But I didn't.

After he mentioned your wife?

ALDEN: Lionel knew about the accident.

What did Lionel know?

Well, if other people found out that it would all be over.

And that was the last time you saw him?

No.

You!

Oh, leave me alone, for Christ's sake!

That's the last thing I can remember --

feeling hopeless.

And here I am.

Do you wear gloves when you handle the gas?

Yes, the tanks can get very cold.

And this key ring, does it belong to you?

And this padlock, do you recognize it?

Maybe.

So? It's from my shed.

SIMS: Well, it was found in the field behind your house.

The shank's been cut through.

Obviously, you see, a burglar.

But that wasn't the one found on your shed.

This padlock was.

Um, sorry, I'm confused.

SIMS: Well, let me keep it simple.

Did you cut the shank off your own padlock

and then place a new padlock on?

Why would I cut my own padlock?

Well, that's what I was hoping you could tell me,

to eliminate any confusion.

W-Wait.

Were my fingerprints on the new padlock?

-They weren't. -Well, there you go.

But you did say you always wore gloves.

He was found closest to the blast.

It was his gas that was used.

He had motive in wanting to stop Lionel

before he wrecked his plans.

And he was the last to see Lionel alive.

But how did he know when Lionel would use the toilet,

or if he would use it at all?

I've finished watching Poppy Bridges' masterpieces.

They're not bad, actually.

But the latest one, "Divine Beings,"

the one they were doing reshoots for when I made my cameo,

well, it turns out the original version

had been online for months

and was taken down the day after Lionel was killed.

SIMS: Oops.

Nothing to see here?

Bart Bloom edits those.

See if he has the original version.

Oh. Timmie Time.

And that's where they were?

Yeah. Exactly.

I've chocked the female one to allow for the crater.

So where do you want me to stand?

Over by the second one.

Bart.

The copy of Poppy's film that you wanted.

Oh. Thanks. Appreciate it.

Anything else?

Poppy is a good person.

Neil.

Oh. Detective.

Twice in one week. Should I be honored or worried?

Hmm.

I know there are patient-privacy concerns,

but I need to talk about your nephew's medical history.

Mm.

Off the record, as an uncle, not a pharmacist?

-Mm. -Mm-hmm.

Well, he, uh, suffered pneumonia as a child.

Since then he's sort of struggled with various ailments.

Asthma, volatile blood sugar.

High blood pressure, for which he takes a diuretic.

Mind you, if Elsa was my mother

I'd probably suffer high blood pressure too.

Poor kid.

Sometimes he's got so many pills on him he sounds like a maraca.

To clarify, Bart is actually unwell?

Yes and no?

Everything he takes is preventative.

He hasn't had any proper medical scares for a long time.

In my opinion, that boy's biggest health concern

is my sister-in-law.

-Detective. -Oh, Elsa.

That really is a lovely perfume.

-I'm guessing jasmine. -Jasmine Nights.

Oh, very good.

Would you care for a coffee?

Oh, that would be lovely.

Good. The kettle's just boiled at the station.

Plunger okay, I hope.

This isn't what I was expecting.

The thing is, Elsa,

I'm certain you were at the steampunk party.

A witness recalls being fallen on by you.

I don't understand. [ Chuckles ]

SHEPHERD: Any details you can remember

about this "bush person" you saw?

Anything at all?

[ Grunts ]

It fell on me!

[ Fireworks whistling, exploding ]

Jasmine!

Jasmine?

I smelled jasmine. I remember it clearly now.

That's weird.

Can't see any jasmine around here.

Jasmine Nights. A very memorable scent.

Yes, all right, I was there. Very briefly.

I drove over to watch out for my son.

So it was you, not Bart,

that saw Alden and Lionel argue.

LIONEL: I should kill you, you hypocritical bastard.

[ Grunts ]

But why the camouflage, the cloak-and-dagger?

Bart couldn't know I was there.

He gets tetchy.

If you come anywhere near that place,

I swear to God I'll move out!

Just leave me alone!

You have to understand I thought he really meant it this time.

I -- I can't lose him.

He's all I have.

I only want what's best for my son.

But one thing I can tell you --

I did not kill Lionel Bridges.

Did you see who did?

[ Sighs ] I was gone before the explosion.

[ Explosion ]

So you wanted to tell me about the argument

without revealing you were there.

Well, I was only trying to help.

Mothers know best.

[ Thudding]

Oh, my God.

WANDA: It's okay, Cleo. You'll be fine.

You've got to move on, babe.

SIMS: Hi. Cleo.

I need you to come to the station with me.

Why?

We have a few questions.

Is Poppy here?

[ Sniffles ]

Well, she either is or she isn't.

We broke up.

She told me to go see the world without her.

She's never gonna leave this stupid town.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Regardless, I need you to come with me now.

This way.

SIMS: Take a seat.

BREEN: The original ending of your film "Divine Beings"

depicts a villainous train conductor

being killed by your character.

It's undoubtedly supposed to be Lionel, isn't it?

"Divine Beings," "Heavenly Creatures."

It was a homage.

To a film about two young women

killing one of their mothers with a brick to the head.

Curiously, the film was taken down

the day after Lionel Bridges was murdered.

You then went out and shot an alternative ending

the next day, correct?

Yes.

And why would you do that?

I felt ashamed.

I knew it would look insensitive even though...

It was a joke.

Poppy and I used to talk about

killing off Lionel's steampunk character,

but only his character, not him.

We were role-playing. It was a silly game.

It wasn't real.

Until suddenly it wasreal.

SIMS: Poppy's father really is dead.

The man who stood in the way of you two being happy together.

He dies. The next day, you move in.

Into his house.

Everyone's a winner except Lionel.

Poppy and I have broken up.

Why would we do something like that just to break up?

Maybe you couldn't handle the guilt.

No, I didn't do it.

What about Poppy?

With your father dead, you stand to inherit his house,

his business, which you could run or sell,

make a tidy profit.

Enough to kick-start your filmmaking career in earnest.

I didn't want him dead, okay? He was my dad.

What about Cleo?

♪ One in his bed and one all blown to hell ♪

♪ One on his throne and one slumped in his cell ♪

♪ One from the smoke and one cornered by fire ♪

[ Barking ]

♪ One by his enmity, one his desire ♪

♪ One from her plight, and one by falling wood ♪

♪ One from a covenant come to no good ♪

You've earned yourself an extra biscuit thingy.

♪ One by the voices that cornered her mind ♪

♪ One ♪

♪ One by one ♪

The fibers from the hat look to be a match

with the green fibers fused to the ear.

They'll need to be tested.

But in your expert opinion...?

In all likelihood,

the hat and the ear were in close proximity

at the time of the explosion.

So Lionel was wearing this hat?

Assuming he was still attached to the ear, then yes.

Okay, stagger around like you're drunk,

and then visit the mens, then the ladies.

BREEN: Oh, it's a wonder this guy

could keep this thing on his head.

Thank you both for coming back in.

I just have one question.

-Whose hat is this? -It's mine.

-So you were wearing it? -CLEO: No, I was.

Poppy gave it to me as a symbol of our commitment.

Where did you find it?

Okay, got it. Thanks, Sims.

You're in a new spot.

Yeah. Thanks to Tim Werner.

He tried to rent me a Timmie Time Toilet Tank --

you know, on the idea that sometimes

when people have a coffee it makes them want to,

you know, "go."

So rather than go to "go," I offer facilities.

It makes a lot of sense.

But why pay Timmie Time when I can get it for free, huh?

[ Line ringing ]

Sims, we've been looking at this the wrong way 'round.

Lionel Bridges wasn't the target.

Cleo, you mentioned to Detective Sims

that on the night Lionel was killed

you wet yourself.

Oh, my God. I can't believe you wrote that down.

You said it was because of the shock of the explosion.

Yeah.

Has anything like this ever happened to you before?

No. Never.

Well, how much had you had to drink?

Only a couple of beers. I was playing in the band. Why?

Are you sure it was after the explosion?

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Cheers and laughter ]

[ Fluid trickling ]

-Oh, my God. -Don't look at me!

No, actually, it was just before.

So embarrassing.

Thank you for your time, Cleo.

SIMS: You're both free to go.

Can I give either of you a ride home?

I'll walk. You go with her.

No, um, you take the car. I'll walk. I don't mind.

Um, can I just say, off the record,

you two have been through a lot,

and you both really seem to care about each other.

I know you're young, but believe me,

it's actually a really rare thing.

So, just don't be so quick to throw it away.

Um, we could both walk.

Okay.

Oh. You think it's safe out there?

Yes, Alden, I do.

You're free to go.

Ah! Thank you for your understanding.

-Mm-hmm. -Oh, um...

If you ever fancy a balloon ride.

It really is a whole other world up there.

Detective, can I help you?

Like you said the other day about always being able

to find something new.

Huh. It's very true.

-No, don't do that. -I know, I know.

My doctor said I need to go easy on the salt.

But it isn't salt, is it?

I think you'd better come down to the station.

Uh, why?

To answer a few more questions.

What if I don't want to?

-Then I could arrest you. -For what?

-The murder of Lionel Bridges. -No, I didn't murder him.

Then you won't mind answering those questions.

Send in forensics.

You cared deeply for Lionel.

Everyone knew that.

The idea that you would want to hurt him is absurd.

Yeah, that's right.

-Absolutely right. -Mm.

What was less known

was your intense infatuation with Poppy Bridges.

Nobody knew about it because you kept it very private.

She had rejected you at a party years ago.

To her it was nothing more than an awkward interaction,

long forgotten.

But to you it was devastating, wasn't it?

You found comfort in the world of incel chat rooms,

where other lonely men vented about all the women

who'd wronged them.

But your crush on Poppy never went away,

hence you jumped at the chance

to edit her steampunk videos for free.

It meant you could be close to her in a unique way.

But Lionel had nothing but hatred for women.

In his mind, women were the cause

of much of the suffering in his world.

When after all I gave up my life to raise her,

she decides she's gonna bring home a girl.

SHEPHERD: So you came up with a plan to impress him.

LIONEL: Girl? Oh, no, no, no.

SHEPHERD: Two birds with one stone --

Kill Poppy's new girlfriend

by locking her in the female portaloo

and pumping it full of gas,

making sure it looked like Alden Coombes was responsible...

...either deliberately or through negligence.

In your mind, with one fell swoop,

both you and Lionel would be rid of

all the troubles in your lives.

And who knows?

I mean, with Cleo gone

maybe Poppy would see you in a different light.

This fob watch was found

attached to your steampunk costume,

containing traces of the "salt" from the salt mine,

which is in fact crushed furosemide, a diuretic.

Extreme high doses can take effect quickly,

causing bladder spasms.

SHEPHERD: The same drug you take.

Or don't take.

I imagine not taking your medicine

is one of the few ways you have of rebelling

against your overbearing mother.

Lionel, I got you a...

Oh, you've already got one.

One going spare?

That's kind. Thanks, Bart.

Cleo thought you were trying to be nice.

Making an effort.

-To sexy hats! -To sexy hats.

SIMS: And you were -- to kill her.

I'll get more.

You knew it would only be a matter of minutes before Cleo

desperately needed to relieve herself,

so you went outside and waited by the women's portaloo.

But Lionel had caught a really unlucky break.

You should take that off.

I really want you to be happy for me.

Funny.

All I really want is a piss and a durry.

If he'd used the male portaloo, we wouldn't be sitting here.

But again, bad luck.

[ Groans ]

You!

So you secured the door shut...

[ Gas hissing ]

...headed towards your alibi.

[ Cheers and laughter ]

It was only meant as a joke.

She would've smelled the gas

and come out and laughed maybe.

But it's not murder, is it, I mean, if I didn't mean it?

C-Can I see my mum?

[ Mel Parsons' "Blame" plays ]

♪ I blame your mother for every little thing ♪

♪ When the cows don't come home ♪

♪ When the birds, they don't... ♪

♪ I blame your mother for every little thing ♪

♪ When the cows don't come home ♪

♪ When the birds, they don't sing ♪

SIMS: So are you gonna tell us who this mystery lady is?

I, uh, don't see the need.

Oh! Come on.

He's Willie. As in Willie Nelson.

Aha! A country music fan.

No! The librarian?

No. Petra Conway.

-Who's Petra Conway? -My ex-wife.

Good night.

Wait! Which one?

That doesn't really narrow it down.

Oi!

♪ He was a friend of mine ♪

-Hi! -Petra.

-How was the festival? -Incredible.

A week of sun, country music, wine, teepees.

You should have come.

Yeah, it was all a bit short notice.

My little Willie! Hmm!

He didn't get in the way?

Ah! Mm.

-You got a red open? -I do.

-Would you like to come in? -[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

Come on.

♪ He was a friend of mine ♪