All language subtitles for The Brokenwood Mysteries - 02x04 - Blood Pink.BluRay.x264-PRESENT.English

Hey, I'm just saying country
music isn't really my thing, eh?

Yeah, that's what everyone says
until they take that first step.

Towards depressing songs
about divorce and pain?

Whoo.

The more painful the
divorce, the better the song.

And this Holly Collins
is the best, you reckon?

Best of the best.

Well, she must be qualify.

"Killing Me
with Too Much Kindness"

is the biggest country hit
in 15 years.

Does that means she's been
divorced more times than you?

Think of her as the Bob Marley
of country music.

Yeah, I can do that.

Apart from the fact

that she's not black, male,
dead, or a reggae singer.

In all other respects,
she is incredibly similar.

Yeah, sure.

You'll be wanting one of these
after the show.

Ha ha ha.

Can you do me one
in red and yellow and green?

Sure. Why not?

All converts are welcome
to the Church of Holly Collins.

I can get her to sign it too.

It'll look great
on your hunting trip.

Yeah, no, I'm good
with my beanie, thanks.

- I'll take one.
- Pick it up after the show?

Jared. Mike!

Gloria!

Thought I might see you here.

Oh! Wild horses
couldn't drag me away.

So, what do you think?

Hot off the press.
Keen?

Yeah, not sure about the pink.

Come on,
it's Holly's favorite color.

Are you a true fan or not?

Oh, he's her number-one fan.

Uh, I don't
think that is true

'cause I am her number-one fan.

I'm number two.

Join the queue, folks.

Oh, my God!
Oh, I love it!

Ritchie, what the hell?

Yeah, Rich.
Why weren't we the first?

I'll put two aside.

- And damn well signed.
- Of course, Celia.

I'm sorry to interrupt.
I'm Celia Lazenby.

Mike.

I'm her bestie, Rayleen Hogg.

Gloria. Jared.

Pkew!

So excited!

So excited, Ceels.

We never miss a show.
Ain't that the truth, Ritchie?

Never.

Got to go.
Come on, Rayls.

See ya.

So that's two shirts
for you men?

Just the hat, thanks.

- Shall we?
- Let's.

So excited.

Thank you so much.
You've been so kind.

And speaking of kindness,

we're gonna finish up
with my current single,

"Killing Me
with Too Much Kindness."

One, two, three.

Oh, wait.

There's one more thing to say.

And it's kind of big.

Uh, with certain things going on
in my private life,

change is in the wind.

Time to spread my wings
on a more permanent basis.

So tonight is the last time

the Hole in the Wall Gang
will play together.

Ohh!

Brokenwood, you have
given me the pleasure

of being a great audience
for the last time.

And, uh,
it's been a great ride.

But it's time for me
to move to Nashville!

Whoo-hoo! Yeah, Holly girl!

- All right.
- Yeah!

Go. Holly!

Yeah, I'm pretty sure Bob Marley
never went to Nashville, eh?

All right, then.
Let's go.

One, two, three, four.

Sleep well, fellas.

Do you think they get it?

You're breaking up the band.
End of story.

With no warning.

Yeah.
They'll get used to it.

Even Lucy?

I'll handle her.

She's not your problem.

But I'm her problem.

Ever since
you woke up in my bed,

I became a very big problem
to Lucy Choo.

Yeah.
Well, that ends tonight.

Drink.

Numbs the pain, baby.

I could murder a ciggy.

Hello?

Room service.
Hello?

Hello? Cleaner.

Aaaah!

Mike, I'm sorry
for your loss.

I didn't actually
know her, Gina.

But her music spoke to you.

Mike, I'm all good to handle
this one if you'd rather.

I'm fine.

The current from the amp was
still arcing when she was found.

"Goodbye Holly C."

As far as suicide notes go,
it's on the shorter side.

Same shade?

Maybe.

Close?

Darker?

"Pink Panther."

Oh, God.
Tried that once.

- Clashed with everything.
- Huh.

You don't want
your usual chat with...

Whatever it was
Holly had to say

was probably best said
through her songs.

The cleaner came in at 7:30

after complaints that a song
had been heard

playing over and over again
on the stereo.

Which song?

Uh...

"Killing Me
with Too Much Kindness."

Hmm.

That is not pizza sauce, is it?

Mm.
Someone's bleeding.

- Over to you, Gina.
- Suspicious?

Oh, God.
Brokenwood Courier, 11 o'clock.

Would you like me
to shoot some stills?

- Hey!
- We have our own photographer.

Right. But it is Holly Collins
in there, isn't it?

Cushla, there's been
no formal identification.

But as soon as there has,
you'll be the first to know.

Okay.

Okay, this is feeling
a little weird,

but there's no sign of
Jessica James -- the drummer --

or the bass player,
whose name, believe it or not,

is Slim Fingers.

Also there's no sign
of Lucy Choo, fiddle player.

And there's no sign
of Waylon Strings --

that can't be his real name --

nor the two roadies,
Dan and Kev,

or their tour manager,
Ritchie Mathis.

Yeah, I met him last night.

I tried his room.
Number 203.

No answer.

But the tour truck
and roadies' van are still here.

So we have a dead
country-music star

and every member of her band
is AWOL?

Heard she broke up the band
last night.

It's true.

Or did she wipe them
off the face of the earth?

Start rounding them up.
They can't have got far.

Jessica James?

Jesse.
What's going on?

D.S.S. Mike Shepherd.

What is it?

Holly Collins
has been found dead.

No way.

Did you stay here last night?

Yeah.
I went to get breakfast.

Hangover.

Did she top herself?

Why would you say that?

Why else would she be dead?

Have you seen the other
band members this morning?

No.

What time did you leave?

7:30?

I don't know.
Couldn't sleep.

That's a long time
to get Twisties.

I had to walk

'cause Ritchie's God knows where
with the keys to the van.

How's Waylon taking it?

I haven't seen Waylon yet.

Must've gone for a drive.

His car's not there.

Was it there this morning
when you left?

I don't know.
Could barely open my eyes.

Can I go back to my room now?
I need a drink.

Hair of the dog and all that.

We'll need to talk further.

Sure.

Waylon may best be tracked down
via his distinctive car.

A silver-blue Mercedes Benz
1983 sedan.

Jesse James reckons
he's probably out driving.

He may not even know about
Holly's demise.

Depending on when he left --

before Holly
electrocuted herself...

Or after he'd done the deed.

Then again,
could've been an accident.

She's in the bath,
get's an idea for a song,

grabs the guitar and rrrgahh!

You finished?

Yep.

The country-music world
lost a shining star today.

A little bit of empathy
might not go amiss.

Sorry.

I'm just saying that it's very
common for musos to, you know,

get struck by inspiration and...

Electrocute themselves
in the bath.

Okay, not all of them,
obviously.

But they get carried away.

There was a bottle of bourbon.
There'd been a party.

Maybe it was
just a drunken mistake.

Yeah, what about the message?

Could've been for the cleaners.

Well, lipstick on a mirror

is not gonna make a cleaner
very happy.

Let's just say the
message is ambiguous at best.

Put out a 10-1
on the Mercedes.

- Roger.
- Talk some more to Jesse James.

Right after you finish
questioning Billy the Kid.

- Breen.
- Sorry.

Find out more about where Waylon
and Holly were at as a couple.

So we're discounting suicide?

I'm not feeling it.
Until we've got a time of death.

Accident, murder, suicide.

It's all up for grabs.

The rigor mortis is accentuated
by the muscle spasm.

The electrical current
caused the muscles to contract.

Normally because the current
ran through her

for perhaps many hours,

she would have
become burned like toast.

But the presence
of the bathwater

has meant she's only
lightly poached.

Time of death?

Given the damage
to her internal organs

through the cooking process,
it is hard to be specific.

Between 1:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m.

Do you think
that this matches that?

The discoloration
makes it hard to say.

Pink Panther.

Every cheap hooker
from Moscow to Irkutsk

was wearing this five years ago.

It clashes with everything.

Thank you, Gina.

When will we able to open again?

I'm paying cleaners
to stand around.

As soon as forensics are clone,
I'll let you know.

Bloody musos.

Did you find what you were
looking for in my room?

We thought you weren't near.

Well, now I am.

Were you at the party
last night?

- Yeah.
- What time did you leave?

Same time as Ritchie.

And that was?

12:30 maybe.
Don't know.

I'm just the drummer.

Any idea where Ritchie is?

Guess he's with Slim.

And where might that be?

I'm just the drummer.

So you didn't notice
anything unusual

in Holly's demeanor last night?

She broke up the band
without any notice

on stage
in front of 500 people.

Apart from that, no,
nothing unusual.

So Holly breaks up the band,
and yet you all come back here

and party
like one big, happy family?

Well, I wouldn't say that.

Just like that?

After three years,

you decide to bugger off
to Nashville without a word?

- I'm sorry, Ritch.
- Like hell you are!

Ritchie, be cool.

And you --
You put her up to it.

You're bummed, dude.
Drink more. It's over.

I worked my butt off for you,

and you're just
gonna cut and run.

You've got to change to grow.

What are you, a chrysalis?!

Okay.

You're heading
for a smack in the head.

Come on, Ritchie.

You're gonna
crash and burn, baby.

So this was around 12:30 a.m.?

Give or take.

Lucy Choo.
She wasn't there.

Already left.

And Slim Fingers?

Unconscious.

Slim likes to mix and match
his party consumables.

Slim.

Time to rock 'n' roll.

Let's go.

After you left, what happened?

I went to bed.

With Ritchie Mathis?

Yeah.

How long
have you two been an item?

Whenever we're on the road.

Okay.

Thanks, Jessica.

Jesse.

Slim Fingers was passed out
in Holly's room at 12:30 a.m.

No one saw him leave?

No one of the one band member
we've managed to locate.

- And still no sign of him.
- Or Ritchie.

Yet Jesse's still here.

No Lucy Choo?

Strange.

Well, it's the world
of country music, Mike.

Need I say more?

Senior.

Oh, hello.

Celia, wasn't it?

And Rayleen.

Can we put this here?

We need to do something
before we leave town.

Perhaps to the side.

We've attended every concert
in the last five years.

Every one.

And now nothing.

Oh, God damn it.

It's okay, Ceels.
It's okay.

Oh, God.
I'm -- I'm sorry.

I'm just blubbering away,
and you were obviously a fan.

I'm making it all about me.

Holly was something special.

Yeah.

Suicide? Really?

Whatever way you look at it,
it's a tragedy.

It just doesn't make any sense.

I mean, she was going on
to greater things,

so why would she just...

You've obviously followed
Holly's life closely.

Probably knew her better
than she knew herself.

That first album, eh, Ceels?

"Hung, Drawn and Divorced"
was the soundtrack of my life.

Losing my husband, Alvin...

I'm sorry to hear that.

No, not at all.
Holly got me through.

She mentioned
last night on stage

personal issues contributing
to her move to Nashville.

What do you think
she was referring to?

Perhaps you should ask
Lucy Choo.

Why is that?

Holly's biggest personal issue

was that when she got involved
with Waylon...

Lucy was none too happy.

No siree.
Not that Waylon's a saint.

- Meaning?
- Lucy was not the only one.

Jesse James too.
Then Holly.

A busy man.

Moving to Nashville

would have been a way
to shake Lucy Choo off

and then just get on
with doing what she did best.

But now it's not to be.

I appreciate your insight.

Tell me, you weren't at the
party last night, were you?

Oh, no.
We're not in the inner sanctum.

We're fans, not groupies.

So we have a dead body,
two missing roadies.

A missing bass player.

A missing guitar player.

A missing tour manager.

Missing fiddle player.

Yeah, but at least
we have a drummer.

Although according to her,

drummers aren't meant
to know much,

and she seems intent
on maintaining that standard.

And she has no idea
where he is?

Or Slim.

And the room that she shares
with Ritchie was a mess,

like they'd had a fight or...

Or they're
into trashing motel rooms.

Don't you think
it's rather convenient

that the lead singer of a band
is found dead

and yet only one of the others
can be found?

Well, according to the fans,

Lucy Choo has an ax to grind
with Waylon.

Jilted-lover stuff.
Holly was taking him offshore.

Eliminate the problem.

If it's not an accident
or suicide.

It's not either.

Based on?

A hunch.

Breen.

Hi.

Hello.
My name is Lucy Choo.

You left your card
under my door.

We've been trying to find you.

Sorry.
Heavy sleeper.

Right.

I heard the news about Holly.

Hence the card.

Have you talked to Waylon yet?

He's on our list.

Oh.

I texted Waylon,
"Where are you?"

He replies, "Beach."

What time was this?

Uh, about an hour ago.

Then I said I wanted him
to bring back Choosie.

- And he said --
- Sorry -- Choosie?

My daughter.
Our daughter.

Your daughter's name
is Choosie?

Choosie Choo.
Yeah, I know.

It was Waylon's idea.

About the only contribution
he's ever made.

Anyway, he says
that they're having fun.

So then I call him to tell him
why he needs to come back

and he doesn't answer.

May I?

Maybe his phone's gone down.

No, it rings.
He doesn't answer.

Could be on silent.

So Choosie stayed with Waylon
last night?

No, she was with me.

She woke early, as usual.

Mummy, wake up.

No.

I want to give Daddy
a cuddle.

No.

Oh, go.
Go, then.

You know his room?
102.

It's a one, an oh, and a two,
okay?

Go straight there
and jump on his head.

I -- I wanted a sleep-in.

Plus the thought of Choosie
waking her hung-over father

at some ungodly hour --

Well, who am I
to stand in the way

of quality
father-daughter time?

Maybe he'll answer
a different number.

Hey, Waylon here.
You know what to do.

You think they're at the beach?

That's what he said.

With no idea
about what's happened.

He has my daughter with him.

You're a heavy sleeper, huh?

Why?

Well, it's 12:30.
You've only just woken up.

I suppose
it's a musician thing.

I take pills.

Touring -- It messes
with your sleep patterns.

Plus having a young kid.
It's not easy.

Especially touring with a kid.

She wouldn't
see her father otherwise.

How did you feel about
Holly moving to Nashville?

A girl's got to do
what a girl's got to do.

Shepherd.

Famous country singer
found dead on your patch.

Sorry for your loss.

I didn't actually know her.

I know I felt the same way
about Whitney Houston.

She spoke to me in song.

Do you need Wilmott up there

to manage
the impending media storm?

No.

Oh, go on.
You know want to.

Look, I really don't.

I've got everything
under control so far.

I hear you've grown a beard.

I'm doing the Goat Trail --
an iron-man thing --

over the Riverstone Range.

It's my mountain-man look.

Cummings here
says I look like a hipster.

Can you be a hipster
at your age?

You're only as old
as you feel, Mike.

Well, when you change your mind
about Wilmott, you let me know.

Actually, could you do me a
background on a Waylon Strings?

That bloke's
been here since dawn.

Doesn't remember seeing anyone

that matches Waylon
and Choosie's description.

Is there another beach?

Riverstone Heads.
Tahuna Point.

But I reckon
I'll get you back to the motel.

Chances are
he'll show up there.

No.
The other beaches first.

Miss Marlowe, ladies.

Detective.

That was Cushla
from the Brokenwood Courier.

Yes.

We had our photos taken
for the paper.

We're not in the way,
are we?

Uh, not at the moment.

Such a tragedy.

And so young.

You were fans?

Oh, well, we'd been known
to sing along with Holly

on the radio at sewing circle.

Of course, she was 27,
so I'm thinking hard drugs.

Choked on her own vomit,
did she?

This is an ongoing...

Investigation.
Of course.

This is lovely, though.

Well, uh...

So thoughtful.

How far fans will go
to show their love.

I was saying to Cushla

it reminds me of the time
my husband and I

went to the
Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris.

Is that where people
keep vigil --

Jim Morrison's grave, for one.

Oh, we spent a lovely summer
there in '75, my husband and I.

There was such a nice group
of young people.

Mrs. Marlowe, ladies.

Ah, Detective Sims.

Jean was just telling me
about Paris in the '70s.

Oh, that sounds nice.

It was.

Cheese roll?

Oh, not for me.
Thank you.

Ooh...

Probably should get on.

Holly decides to end it.

For whatever reason,

her personal issues
have got the better of her.

So she grabs her lipstick
and writes a farewell.

"Goodbye" -- full stop --
"Holly C."

But is that a dot or a dash?

A dot?

Full stop.
Period.

Sure.

If it's deliberate,
then yes, it's a sign-off.

"Goodbye."

But what if that's a lazy dash
off the end of the "e"?

Then it becomes a different
statement altogether.

"Goodbye -- Holly C."

And where is the lipstick
that was used?

None of the ones that we found
in here are a match.

Whatever the shade was
on her lips and the mirror,

it's not here.

So if she did write the message,

what did she do
with the lipstick?

And then there's the matter
of the guitar.

So she wants
to make a statement,

go out playing her song,
except --

She plays left-handed guitar,
not right.

Even as a drunken mistake,
this position makes no sense.

It wasn't a suicide.

Or an accident.

She wasn't playing guitar.

She was shielding herself

from whoever it was
that wanted her dead.

Sims.

Roger that.

Whereabouts? Yeah.

On my way.

You look like you're in
a very bad music video.

We should head back
to the motel.

You said
there was another beach.

Thing is, with New Zealand
being three large islands,

when someone says
"at the beach,"

the options
are quite comprehensive.

Okay, look.

When my dad would take me out
on the holidays,

it was about making up
for lost time, right?

We would go to the movies,
the beach, play golf.

Golf? She's five.

- Mini golf.
- No, Waylon hates golf.

The point is, maybe they've
moved on to other stuff.

Why isn't he answering
his phone, then?

Try calling him again.

There's no coverage.

You'd be Slim Fingers, then?

Is this really necessary?

I was
just after a prescription.

Yeah.
Hold that thought.

He would have
been given takeaways.

Takeaways?

When a methadone addict
leaves town,

they're given their exact dose

to get them through
their daily requirements.

These are termed "takeaways."

But the rules are strict.

Otherwise you'd get people

hopping from pharmacy to
pharmacy with their sob stories.

Like Slim.

He's obviously
abused his supply.

Sold it, perhaps.

If he doesn't get any,
what would the prognosis be?

He'll feel like an elephant
gave birth in his head.

Right.

Oh, Slim Fingers
has been found.

I'm talking to him now.

Good.

Forensics have found traces
of blood

on the guitar
that was on the floor.

Oh, okay.
That tastes weird.

Well, you did ask
for five sugars.

Yeah, but the coffee,
is it burned?

- I don't think so.
- Maybe the milk's off.

Nope.

You don't have Red Bull
or a nip of something stronger?

Slim, are you high?

Eh? Nah.
No way.

No, if anything,
I'm feeling pretty low.

Bad news and all that.

She was a good girl,
that Holly.

Actually, I could really go
a cigarette.

Yeah, well, there's no smoking
in here, sorry.

Sure.

Okay, officially, I'm gonna need
you to consent to a blood test.

Eh? Why?

There is blood residue
in Holly's unit on a guitar --

Guitarists nick their fingers
all the time.

- It's no big deal.
- You have a wound on your face.

If it's your blood, that might
explain something at least.

Plus you have blood
on your cuff.

So can you
hand the shirt over?

Or I could get a court order.

She's really dead, then?
Holly.

Yeah. Sorry.

Waylon will be gutted.

Yeah, we don't know where he is.
Do you?

He wasn't with you last night?

Actually, if I don't have
that cigarette,

I think I'm gonna throw up.

The adjoining bedroom
has no duvet.

Should it match this one?

They get nicked all the time.

Your people
wouldn't have moved it?

As soon as you jokers turned up,
we were told to down tools.

And bath towels --
Holly's room's got three unused.

It's a double unit.
Should have been four.

Thanks.

Tell ya, last time
we have musos through here.

Senior.

Hello?

Hello?

I think you might have
the wrong room.

Oh, that's better.

A little
of what you like, eh?

No harm done.

If you say so.

No, I've been clean
for a lot a years now.

Ask any of the band.
Totally clean.

Clean as in
only using methadone?

Okay, now I'm feeling judged.

Just trying to get
some straight answers.

About last night?

About your movements
in the last 12 hours.

Witnesses say you were crashed
out in Holly's spare room.

Yeah, that'll be right.

But I left.

What time?

Ah...

Can't remember.

1:00 a.m., 2:00 a.m.,
3:00 a.m.?

I woke up
when my phone rang.

Yeah, one of the roadies
invited me to some pub.

It was an awesome night.

Which pub?
Brokenwood Arms?

Yeah.
Yeah, I reckon.

So this was after midnight?

2:00 a.m.?

There are no pubs in Brokenwood
licensed beyond 1:00 a.m.

You calling me a liar?

I'm just trying to
get your story to make sense.

So if the roadies rang you
from this so-called pub,

then they'd obviously
already left the motel.

Yeah, definitely.

I just don't remember when.

You received a call.
Why not check your phone?

Oh, yeah.

Brilliant.

Nice one.

You know, if we were
to go back to the chemist

and you were to help me

with the, you know, then things
would be a whole lot sweeter

and I could help you
a whole lot better.

Why don't you
just check your phone?

Right.

Flat.

Bummer.

Why don't you
sleep things off

while I go find a charger
for your phone?

Yeah, I can work with that.

Okay.
I know just the place.

I was looking
for some memorabilia

to add to the shrine.

You were hiding
in the wardrobe.

Holly had borrowed
a dress of mine.

It's a crime scene.

Added to that,
climbing through the back window

is breaking and entering.

I was looking for money.

Hard to repay a loan when the
person you borrow off is dead.

I've been ripped off enough
by Holly Collins.

Ripped off how?

Did you take anything?

I was only in there two minutes
before you turned up.

That isn't a no.

It wasn't there.

What?

What, you wouldn't understand.

Jesse, I recommend
you consult with a lawyer.

In the meantime,
I have somewhere you can wait.

Are you arresting me?

For breaking and entering
a crime scene, no less.

A suicide isn't a crime.

No.
But murder is.

I thought it was a suicide.

Do you have a lawyer
back in the city?

I'll get you a list
of duty solicitors.

They're not here.

We'll put out an alert
on Waylon's car to all units.

We'll follow up with another
for Waylon and Choosie

if they're not back by 6:00.

- Is there someone --
- I'm okay.

I’ll just wait.

Yeah.

Yeah, thanks.

I've just put Jesse James
from the Hole in the Wall Gang

in the cells.

Right next to Slim Fingers.

I feel like I've been teleported
to the Wild West.

Bugger.

Oi! Slim.

I need your passcode.

I think a trip to the chemist
is in order first.

I don't think so.
Passcode.

You don't have to
say anything, Slim.

- Slim can speak for himself.
- I'm all good, thanks, Jesse.

You can't hold him
without a lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer 'cause
I haven't done anything wrong.

What I need is my medication.

Yeah, well,
what I need is the truth.

I've told you
everything I know.

The Brokenwood Arms don't
remember a country musician

helping them contravene
licensing laws last night.

Well, it might have been
the Riverside Bar and Grill.

No such place.

Yeah, well,
it's more of a private club.

Were you even at a club?

Yeah.
It was a big night.

Your passcode.

You remember that much,
surely.

Oh, that's the thing.

I'm damned
if I can remember numbers

when I'm not feeling
top of my game.

The paperwork
is gonna be horrendous.

I'll supply whatever is required
to ease the bureaucratic pain.

Unh-unh.
Password first.

1-2-3-4.

I'll forget it otherwise.

Kev?

Let's see.
Yeah, it was Kev.

1:37 a.m.

The Lying Toad.

What?

I reckon that's what the bar
was called.

Mike, Slim Fingers most likely
left Holly's unit by 1:45 a.m.

Got it. Ta.

Yeah, nice one, Muz.

Detective.
What can I do you for?

A musician
by the name of Slim Fingers

was drinking here
late last night.

- Did he say what time?
- After 2:00 a.m.

Whoa! Okay.
This was an after-hours event.

In no way
was I contravening my license.

Yeah, I'm not interested
in that.

All right. Well, we did have
a bit of a private party.

After closing.
Great night, actually.

So Slim was here?

Yeah, and a couple of fellas
by the names of...

- Dan and Kev?
- Roadies.

My God,
they can handle their grog.

I've had the likes of Pink Floyd
and the Beatles through here,

but those country fellas,

they redefine
the laws of physics

when it comes to drinking.

Pink Floyd?

All right -- tribute bands.

But they were dead ringers,
the lot of them.

So, what time
did Dan and Kev leave?

As a matter of fact,
they didn't.

Truth be told, it feels like the
Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

have ridden through my head.

There's always a price to pay
for golden memories.

We didn't wind up
till about 5:00 a.m.,

so the fellas dossed here.

The other bloke left.

- Slim?
- Yeah, with Slim.

- Rick, I think his name was.
- Ritchie.

That'll be it.

Afternoon, fellas.

Dan and Kev?

There's something
you should know.

Hey, Waylon here.
You know what to do.

Hey.

Long-planned hunting trip?

Yeah, I want to make it
to Redman's Hut before dark.

Hey, sorry to hear
about Holly Collins.

Yeah, I felt the same
when Bob Marley died.

Were you even born
when Marley died?

Nah.
But I felt it in a cosmic sense.

Be careful out there.

Yeah, you too.

You sure you're okay?

You kind of
just stepped out there.

Don't worry about it.
It was my fault.

My mind was on other things.

Your mind was nearly all over
the road with your coffee.

Thought you were leaving town?

Oh, we were, but Winnie
got a temperature.

- Winnie is your...
- Our motor home.

Well, Celia's.
She overheats sometimes.

Cracked hosepipe.
Just picked up a new one.

Must get back
and stick it in before dark.

Well, bon voyage.

Actually, Rayleen, tell me,
since you're here --

There seems
to have been tension

between Jesse James
and Holly Collins.

Do you know
what that was about?

The song -- "Killing Me
with Too Much Kindness."

Yeah, got to be my favorite.

Jesse reckons
Holly stole it off her.

That she came up
with the song?

Sour grapes, if you ask me.
She's just the drummer.

Oh, a very good one.

Now Holly's dead, well,

she can say anything she likes,
can't she?

Can I buy you a coffee?

Why don't I make you one?

Since yours
is icing the tarseal.

Our campsite's just out of town.
Celia's the true expert.

Anything you want to know,
ask Ceels.

I'll follow you.

Okay.

Ah.

Here's Holly when she won
the Silver Scroll Award.

And this is us waiting to see
her at the Gold Guitar Awards.

We waited in line for an hour,

but she gave me and Rayls
a lovely selfie.

You really did
follow her everywhere.

Five years this spring.

Cost me my marriage.

To-ing and fro-ing from San Fran
every time Holly was touring.

But I just couldn't not come.

When Holly sang, it was like
being spoken to by an angel.

And just quietly, the alimony
from Alvin in the States

funds my travels, so...

Well, as Holly said
in "Divorced Heart" --

Very good!

You think there's hope
for you and Alvin, then?

No!

Well, he likes brass bands.

You know, you say "jazz,"
I say "country,"

let's call
the whole thing off.

Ah, sorry.
I'm just babbling, aren't I?

No, not at all.

Tell me -- That shade of
lipstick in that photo of Holly.

Blood Pink.

Well, you're good.

I read about it in the latest
issue of Country Singer.

Here you go.

She did this interview
and, uh--

Yep.
Right there.

"Blood Pink."

Very hard to get.

Made by some exclusive
boutique outfit in New York.

Fervent.

That's it.

Oh, God.
What a waste.

Is that your phone, Rayls?

Oh, bloody Mum.

What, did you change
your ringtone?

What? Oh, yeah.

Changed it so I'd know it was
her and not have to answer it.

Mothers.

Can't live with them,
can't be born without them.

Oops. Milk.
Hang on.

Oh. Rayleen's mom
is a bit high-maintenance.

Total burden, actually.

When we go on the road,
she has to go into care.

So, where were we?

Did you show him
my ticket-stub collection?

Yes. Very impressive.

And Ceels has got an autograph
from every gig.

Ritchie usually organizes that
for us.

How well do you know Ritchie?

Well enough
to get what we want.

More coffee?

Actually, I need to go.

You'll be off tomorrow, then?

Yep.
Fix the hosepipe, hit the road.

Got to get back to Mum.
She's a bit needy.

I'm gonna give you
my phone number

just in case
you have any more questions.

Here you go.

Thank you.

It was a pleasure
meeting you both.

A country fan in need...

Is a country friend indeed.

Jesse James
is speaking with her lawyer.

Is it Latham?

Oh, God, no, she didn't.

The legal oil slick
that is Dennis Buchanan.

Fun times ahead.

Ritchie Mathis was drinking
at the Frog and Cheetah

until 5:00 a.m.

It seems
that Jesse James' comment

about them going to bed at 12:30
was misinformed.

I think the word you're
looking for is "misleading."

Jesse, there's something
you're not telling us.

My client
has disclosed her reasons.

For entering a crime scene?
No, she hasn't.

You don't have to answer that.

Dennis, I haven't asked her
a question.

- You were going to.
- It's an interview room.

You're not obliged to answer
any question

not relating to the charge.

Can we start with
why you were in the room?

You don't have to answer that.

Jesus, Dennis,
it was the crime scene.

You didn't make that clear.

I might have been looking
for something I'd misplaced.

What was that?

My client may have
simply been disorientated

and thought she was looking
for something in her own room.

Dennis, do you actually listen
to what comes out of your mouth?

Sound professional advice,
Detective Shepherd.

That's what I hear.

Does it have anything to do
with the fact

that you believe
Holly stole your song?

No.

No.

Could my client and I
have a few moments, please?

Where did you hear about that?

That odd couple
of country music fans.

They're a mine
of gossip and innuendo.

So, what would
she have been looking for?

Proof, I'm guessing.

I don't know,
but it makes sense.

She's got this issue
with Holly.

Then she finds out
Holly plans to skip the country.

She's angry, frustrated...

And decides to knock her off.

How does that help her cause?

Well, if Holly's dead,
she can't defend herself.

Jesse stakes her claim on what
she believes is rightfully hers.

But only with proof.

So you believe her?

We're about to find out.

There's a demo I made
of the song.

I played it for Holly.
She dismissed it.

Said it was unformed.

Was it unformed?

It was a demo.

A work in progress, right?
That's how these things work.

But it was an actual song.

Next thing, she's recorded

"Killing Me with
Too Much Kindness," it's a hit,

and I'm thinking,

"That's not fair.
That's my song."

Is that
what your song was called?

"Filling Me
with Love's Blindness"?

It's not exactly catchy,
is it?

The title is irrelevant.
It's about the music.

Without the demo,
I can't prove the song's mine.

No one will believe me.

I figured Holly had taken it.
I wanted it back.

But you didn't find it?

Jesse, do you know
where Ritchie Mathis is?

No.

You told me that you and Ritchie
left the party around 12:30 a.m.

and you went back to your room.

Yeah.

Yet witnesses
have Ritchie drinking

at the Frog and Cheetah
until 5:00 a.m.

Oh. Okay.

It's not my client's concern

to where Ritchie Mathis
chooses to drink.

Actually, Dennis, it is.

Which means he wasn't
in your room all night.

He was stumbling around,
and then he left.

- To go where?
- He didn't say.

My client's
answered the question.

But he wasn't with you?

So he wasn't there.
So what?

It means no one can verify
where you were all night.

Okay.

Okay.

He came back drunk.

I mean really hammered.

Hey! Jesse!

No, no!
Wake up!

Get off!
You reek.

I've figured it out.

Figured out what?

I don't know.

What was he looking for?

The cash takings, I guess.
They're gone.

Then what happened?

I kicked him out.

Sleep it off.

I love you, Jesse.

I'm gonna teach them
a big, fat lesson.

"Them" being?

He didn't say.

Why didn't
you mention this before?

He was drunk.
It didn't mean anything.

- Okay, I think that's enough.
- Ritchie is a good guy, truly.

He was upset.
We were all upset.

To a degree.
It's all about context.

No, we were.
Totally gutted.

Holly Collins stuck a knife
through the heart of the band.

People were upset.

Christ, it's only human,
isn't it?

I think my client's helped you
more than enough.

So unless you want to
press further charges,

she'll be leaving now with me.

Miss James, I strongly
advise you to leave now.

Don't go too far.

He's still not answering
his phone.

Hey, it's Ritchie Mathis

from the Hole in the Wall Gang.

Leave it.

Aaaaah!

We'll be in touch.

Oh, I hate it
when that happens.

There you are.

The missing towel.

Finding your daughter
is our top priority.

Now do you get it?
Do you?

This is heavy stuff, fella.

You cops, I mean.
What's going on?

Kylie.

Lucy, this is Kylie.
from victim support.

I need you to go with her.

I'll be there as soon
as I can with an update.

Let's go somewhere warm.

No car, no cellphone.

No daughter.

Just a pack of cigarettes,
three guitar picks,

and a bank card.

Waylon was never at the beach.

I doubt he was
ever with Choosie at all.

Which means she's been missing
for over 12 hours.

Whoever knows about Waylon's
demise has his cellphone.

And sent misleading texts.

They're still out there,

and they still
might be running interference.

- Anything from Ritchie Mathis?
- No.

Gina.
Time-of-death estimate?

- Mike...
- Off the record.

I can tell that he has been dead
maybe 12 hours -- maybe.

- Maybe more?
- Mike, you have to wait.

Go with Gina.
Phone through the rest.

Round up everyone we've got.

Cause of death?

It's not rocket science,
is it?

What about this?

Maybe he was very bad
at shaving.

How quickly can you zero in
on the time of death?

This is not a fast-food joint.
It takes time.

- Gina, we have a missing child.
- I'm aware of that.

But in Russia
there is a saying --

A meal cooked in haste
will never have the taste.

Have you ever tried
undercooked borscht?

What is borscht?

Beetroot and cabbage
stewed in sour milk.

Mm. No.

Made in a hurry,
it is not nice.

Sorry, are we really discussing
gastronomy right now?

When Mike attends these,
he doesn't talk so much.

You're seeking
this five-year-old girl.

Her name is Choosie Choo.

She was last seen
leaving Room 206

at 5:30 a.m. this morning.

She's wearing a brown onesie
similar to this

and possibly carrying a teddy
bear that she calls Freddy.

And also any sightings
of a 1983 silver-blue Mercedes.

And this man.

Ritchie Mathis, 38,
last seen around a similar time.

Let's go.

Kristin.

Yeah, Gina's reckons
possibly even 18 hours.

So he could have been killed
between 1:00 and 6:00 a.m.

Okay, thanks.

If Waylon was dead
before 6:00 a.m.,

then when Choosie came down
to the unit, who let her in?

Holly was dead in the bath.

And Waylon was wrapped
in a duvet in the laundry.

Okay, Waylon's blood
has been matched

to that on Slim's clothing.

Bring him back in.

Oh, come on.

Why am I here?
It must be nearly midnight.

The blood
on the electric guitar --

It matches Waylon's.

So? It's his guitar.
He has like eight.

And there was blood
on the bench in Holly's unit.

- It matches Waylon's.
- Okay.

And the blood on your cuff
matches Waylon's.

How do you explain that?

Nah, I can't.

I have no idea.

How did you get the graze
on your forehead?

I must've banged my head.

Any idea how?

No wonder
I can't remember anything.

I've probably got a concussion.

I should probably
head to the chemist.

So you can get something
for it?

- I don't think so, Slim.
- Were you in a fight?

Look, I've just lost a really
good buddy and a lead singer.

I'm not feeling
that good about that.

- Were you in a fight?
- I should be with Lucy.

- She needs me.
- Lucy is with victim support.

She's being looked after.
Were you in a fight with Waylon?

No!

Only his car.

- His car?
- Yeah.

After I got the call from Kev.

Just try and stop me.

I remember thinking
it was bloody funny, actually.

Wah!

Yeah, all right, next time
you won't be so lucky!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah.
That's what happened.

So, what time
does that chemist open?

Talk to me.

24-hour-service-station guy
recalls seeing a car

matching Waylon's
here last night.

I've got CCTV.

No sign of a child in there.

And according to Lucy,

Choosie was in her room
till 5:30 a.m.

We still only have
Lucy's word on that.

Waylon's demeanor suggests a man
buying cigarettes.

The night-shift guy

didn't remember
any cuts on his cheek.

He doesn't look spooked.

Hardly like a guy

that's just killed
his girlfriend.

What does a man
who buys cigarettes

at 1:00 a.m. in the morning
most want?

- To smoke them.
- Mm.

Sims, the cigarettes in the
jacket -- How many were smoked?

Only one.

And it's, what, a three-minute
drive back to the motel?

Just long enough
for that one smoke.

Yeah, and we know
he went back there

because Slim tripped over
the Mercedes,

having just received
a call at 1:37.

But he never smoked
another one.

Can we then assume
that he went back to the unit

and he was killed
between 1:00 a.m. and 1:37?

By the same person
who killed Holly?

All while Slim was asleep.

If Slim is telling the truth.

And where was Ritchie Mathis
in all this?

Well, he's already
at the Frog and Cheetah.

Well, according to
Jesse James.

And Ray Neilson.

Nothing on Choosie?

The I-cars
are maintaining search patrols.

But Gibb called off
the door-to-door at midnight.

Back into it at first light.

Choosie!

Choosie!

Choosie!

Choosie!

Good luck.

Morning, Slim.

Do we really have to
go through this again?

Let's go through it again.

You say you were asleep
between 1:00 and 5:30 a.m.,

at which point Ritchie returned
and woke you up?

Yes.

So, what time
did Ritchie leave again?

I've told you.

About quarter to 1:00,
I saw him get in a taxi.

We've been through this.

Really, Detective,
the taxi records show that.

What -- What's your point?

I want to know what Jesse was
doing between 1:00 and 1:45 a.m.

I passed out.
It happens when you...

When you take drugs?

"I was passed out
on a cocktail

of methadone, alcohol,
and cannabis

and don't remember anything,
Your Honor."

It's not the best alibi, Slim.

I don't need an alibi.

You had a relationship
with Waylon Strings?

That's no secret.

How did you feel
when it ended?

Not great.
Who does?

- But you stayed in the band?
- Ever heard of Fleetwood Mac?

I'm a musician.
I play in a band.

Or did.

Then he moved on to Holly.

That must have grated.

Detective, this is bordering
on a personal attack.

My client is dealing with
very distressing news.

Two of her band members
have just been found dead.

Both of whom your client
was unhappy with.

- What about Lucy?
- What about her?

- She used to go out with Waylon.
- I am aware of that.

Are you aware
of how mad she was with him?

Were you actually planning on
telling me?

- I told you.
- On stage!

In front of 500 people!

So now you know.

And what about Choosie, huh?
Is she part of your new plan?

She can come too.

And how does Holly
feel about that, hmm?

I didn't think so.

Look, we've always
made things work.

I've made things work!

Christ, Waylon,
she starts school next week.

Holidays.
She can fly over.

To Nashville?!
It might as well be the moon!

Choosie saw all this?

What do you expect, Luce?

Holly's on the verge
of cracking the big time,

and I'm a part of that.

She needs me.

And me?

Where do I fit in?

I thought so.

It's always been about her.

Or whoever it is you're waking
up to in the morning with.

I'm done with you, Waylon.

Hey.
You want another Coke?

Breen.

We've got something.

And it might not be good.

I'm gonna show you something.

And take your time
to be sure.

But...

Is this familiar?

It's not Freddy.

That's not Choosie's bear?

It's similar, but no.

Where did you find it?

A stormwater drain.

That's good news, then,
I suppose?

I'll have Kylie
to take you back to the motel.

Screw that.

You think I'm gonna
sit around waiting?

I want to be looking.

We have 40 personnel
on the ground

and another 30 on their way
from other districts.

We will find Choosie.

Is that a promise?

We will find her.

You can't promise me,
can you?

We're doing everything
we can.

I'm heading out to check
progress on station line.

Come with me.

Lucy, is there any reason

Ritchie Mathis would hold
a grudge against you?

No. Why?

Did he kill Waylon and Holly?

There's nothing
to suggest he did.

In fact,
as far as we can make out,

he wasn't even at the motel
when the deaths occurred.

But he was angry
at both of them.

You think he took Choosie?

I can't discount it.

But I can't think why.

Neither can I.

He wasn't the only one
angry with them though, was he?

No.
We all were.

Let's go.

Where were you going
with that?

Jesse James told me
about an argument

between Waylon and Lucy.

I'm done with you, Waylon.

No more.

Choosie watched this?

Yeah.
And she's only five years old.

God knows what's going through
her head after hearing that.

You asked me
a question before --

When Choosie arrived at the
unit, who answered the door?

What if it was no one?

That you, babe?

You're suggesting Choosie
put the guitar in the bath?

Well, in her mind,

Holly's the person taking
her father away from her.

She's five.

Would she even know about
the lethal danger of doing that?

She grew up around musicians.

Could she lift it,
let alone heft it into the bath?

And if it's 5:30 a.m.,

Holly's already dead.

Well, Gina said
between 1:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m.

Why would she take
a bath at 5:30 in the morning?

Well, she's a country singer.
They do weird things.

Or it's as you suggest.

She enters.

She sees
something frightening.

Then she's either running
from something she did

or running
from something she saw.

The point is, are we looking
for a lost child

or a child in hiding?

Which leaves us with --
Who killed Holly?

Who killed Waylon?

And where is Waylon's car?

And where is Ritchie Mathis?

Hello?

Now two dead musos
and a missing child.

You should move back
to the big smoke.

It's a doddle down here.

I'll pass, thanks.

Of course.

Too many ex-wives
to contend with.

Probably safer in Brokenwood.

Right. We did that background
on Waylon Strings.

Real name -- Warren Sanders.

No bad debts, drug charges,
addictions, or convictions.

Not very rock 'n' roll at all.

Country.

- And Ritchie Mathis...
- Yes?

The guy is clean.
No flags of any kind.

Particularly no issues
with kids.

Plus the team
have run those checks for you

on the toll-road cameras
and traffic cams.

That Mercedes
hasn't come this way.

He may not have left town
at all.

Have you thought about that?

Mm, thanks.

Mmgh!

Where the hell
is Ritchie Mathis?

Coffee?

Okay.
One more time.

Okay, the Mercedes was there
at 1:37 a.m.

Ritchie returned to Jesse's unit
sometime after 5:00 a.m.

Wake up!

Therefore Ritchie
probably took the Mercedes.

After he'd killed
Waylon and Holly?

But he was
at the Frog and Cheetah

between the hours
of time of death.

Well, not all of them.

There's a window on both bodies
between 5:00 and 6:00 a.m.

And our time line has him
mooching about the motel

around 5:45,
after Jesse kicked him out.

Yeah, and we know that Choosie
left Lucy's unit

after 5:30 a.m.,

which means that Ritchie
could've taken her.

But why?

Well he said he wanted to
teach them a lesson.

Really? Kidnapping?

- That's a hell of a lesson.
- Yeah.

And why would you kidnap a child
after you'd killed the parent?

Was there was something else
going on

in the Hole in the Wall Gang
that we didn't know about?

Hello.

Celia?
Detective Shepherd.

Look, I know you're probably
down the line.

No, as a matter of fact,
we haven't left.

Hosepipe was the wrong size, so
Rayleen's fitting the new one.

Do you mind if pick your brains
about something else?

Yeah, sure.
You want me to come in?

No, I can pop up there.

Great.
I'll put the coffee on.

Oi, boys.
That bike is a menace.

Hey, what's the story here?

- It's not our fault.
- It was just here.

Hey, mister --
Money really does grow on trees!

- Ritchie.
- Huh?

Ritchie Mathis.

Hey.
How's the Stetson?

No, Ritchie, no.

Stay with me, fella.

Don't go to sleep.

Choosie.

Was Choosie with you?

What?

Did you take Choosie?
Talk to me, Ritchie.

Don't know
what you're talking about.

Ambulance.

All right, under.

Two, one, lift.

Under no circumstances is
he to talk to anyone till I do.

Breen.
Get ready to go bush.

Please take a seat.

How are you bearing up?

Sorry.
Dumb question.

I found this at the scene.

Do you think it could be
from Choosie's bear?

I don't know.

Well, if it is, it means
that Choosie was in the car.

So you can see
how it's important?

But what does Ritchie say?

He says she wasn't.

And do you believe him?

Ritchie's in a bad way.

Until we talk to him
more thoroughly...

...I'm tempted
to believe this.

You're asking me to remember
the eye color

of my daughter's teddy bear?

Yes.

I want to say yes,
but if I say yes,

you might keep looking
in the wrong place, and then...

It's been over 24 hours.

When was the last time

that Choosie would have ridden
in Waylon's car?

A few days ago maybe.

She liked that stupid car.

And what about the last time
you saw Choosie --

Did Freddy have two eyes?

If I hadn't let her go
on her own.

Five minutes only, please.

Ritchie, this is Detective Sims.

Hi, Ritchie.

Looks like I screwed up.

Ritchie,
I need to ask you again --

and I can't stress enough
how important this is --

but did you have Choosie
in the car with you?

No. I told you no.
Why?

Why did you take Waylon's car?

I was drunk.
I -- I can't remember much.

Can I see Jesse?

Not right now.
A few more questions.

I found this in your jacket.

Does that jog your memory?

They killed the band.

And you wanted to kill
their careers.

Something like that.

Is that what you meant
when you told Jesse,

"I'm going to
teach them a lesson"?

Holly ripped that song
off Jesse.

I know some breakfast deejays
in the city.

I was on my way to give them
the scoop, but I didn't make it.

Why didn't you take
the tour van?

What better way than in
Waylon's precious bloody car.

- He's gonna kill me.
- Who?

Waylon, of course.

And Holly.

I swear
I'll pay the money back.

When you went down to Holly's
room to get Waylon's car,

did you see Choosie?

No.

I swear I didn't see her.

Is she missing?

Detectives, please.

Do you reckon
he was telling the truth?

Unfortunately I do.

Well, if that's the case,
we're none the wiser.

Oh, Rayls.

It really hurts.
It hurts.

Hang on.
Hold on.

Can I have some help, please?!

Oh, God, I'm such an idiot.
So sorry.

Hello, Detective.
Sorry, can't stop.

What happened?

Hooking up the Toyota.

Oh! Oh!

Rayls!

- Reckon it's clean broken.
- I hope she's okay.

But you didn't make it
for coffee.

- Can I help?
- No, no. Go to Celia.

That's your odd couple of
country music fans, I take it?

There's nothing those fans
don't know.

Ritchie entered the unit
at 5:45 a.m. and took the keys.

Holly was already dead,
but he was too drunk to notice.

The sound of the CD playing

would have covered the noise
of the electricity arcing.

So Waylon was already
in the laundry.

Which means Ritchie didn't kill
Holly or Waylon.

And he didn't see Choosie.

But if Ritchie's story
is to be believed,

the door to the unit
was unlocked.

So are we back to the theory
that Choosie entered,

saw Holly, freaked out,
and ran away?

Why wouldn't she just go back
to her mum and get help?

Why?

Same reason as Ritchie.

She wants Holly alive
to suffer the humiliation

of being unmasked
as a plagiarist.

But Slim?

Who says
the phone woke him up?

There's a window there

where he could have dealt
to both Holly and Waylon.

Before he went on a bender.

Or Lucy Choo.

It's only her word of where she
was and what Choosie was up to.

Senior.

Thanks.

Any word from Breen?

No.

The E.S.R. have come up
with a match on the lipstick

that was on Holly
and the mirror --

Blood Pink, like I thought.

Oh, so you're
a lippie-shade expert now?

Like I said,

there's nothing those
Holly Collins fans don't know.

Very hard to come by,
apparently.

I found her
at Redman's Hollow.

She won't tell me her name.

It's Choosie, isn't it?

Boy, are we glad to see you.

This must be Freddy.

You know what?

I reckon I know
where his eye is.

Now I wish I could say
that I sewed it back on.

But if I did, it would
probably fall off again.

And we wouldn't want that,
would we?

No.

How's she doing?

She's warmed up
and smiling again.

So are you.

Thank you.
For everything.

We're very happy
to have your little girl back.

Do you think she's
up to a couple of questions?

Yeah.
Choosie, this is Mr. Shepherd.

Hello, Choosie.
My name's Mike.

And like Sam here,
I'm a detective.

Do you know what that is?

Someone who catches baddies.

Well, yes.
That's part of my job.

But I also have to figure out
mysterious things sometimes.

And something that is
a bit of a mystery to me

is how you ended up
lost in the bush.

I fell out of my dad's car.

Is that how you got the bump
on your head?

Do you know
who was driving the car?

I thought it was Dad.

But it wasn't.

It was Ritchie.

Did he speak to you?

So how did you end up
in the car?

I wanted him
to take me to Nashville.

And you thought
he might leave without you?

So you were hiding.

Am I in trouble?

No.
Not at all.

Your mum is just happy
to have you home.

One more thing, Choosie.

Can you lift this guitar from
that bed to that bed for me?

It's okay.
You can stop now, Choosie.

Do you know
what you've just done?

You've helped me solve
part of a mystery.

Ah, painkillers
finally kicking in.

Excuse me.

You're finally off?

Oh!
This time hopefully.

Back to the big smoke.

You know what they say --
Bad luck comes in threes.

Don't say that, Ceels.
God!

Nice flowers.

From Rayls.

Although I probably
should have gotten her some.

Saved my butt yesterday.

You've bounced back.

The lipstick --
Pink Panther?

Very good, Detective.

Safer travels.

It's been a real pleasure
meeting you.

Pink Panther.

Wasn't that Holly's
favorite lipstick, as well?

Yes.

That's why
I gave it to Ceels.

Make her feel a bit spesh.

Time to get her home.

Time to rebuild our lives
after all the excitement.

And back to your mum.

Always.

Come on, Rayls.
Enough gossip.

Goodbye, Detective.

Where'd you park the car,
Rayls?

Oh, just over here.

I haven't told her
about Waylon yet.

I don't envy that.

It's so ironic.

She loved him to pieces,

but he never really cared
about her that much.

One sniff of success, and he was
ready to jump on a plane

and forget about her forever.

So thoughtful.

How far fans will go
to show their love.

Is that your phone, Rayls?

Oh, bloody Mum.

What, did you change
your ringtone?

Mothers.

Can't live with them,
can't be born without them.

Was it something I said?

No, you get used to it.
Excuse me.

It's all yours.

What you choose to do with it
is up to you.

- Stop!
- Mike?

Stop!

Rayleen, what the hell?!

Christ in a sidecar, Rayleen!

You all right, boss?

Let's go.

Rayleen, I don't know what the
hell's going on in your head,

but I want you to let me out.

Rayleen?

Comms from BDC 1.
In pursuit of blue Toyota.

Heading south
on State Highway 17.

Mike, we'll cover
off Mackie's Pass.

Roger that.

Have the Riverstone team
organize a reception party

at Greenwood Junction.

Copy that, an 1.

Oh, God.

I want you to stop!
You hear me?

Oh, my God!

Jeez.

Oh, my God.

Aah!

Get that madwoman
away from me!

Rayleen, enough!

How did you know?

An obsessive fan like you

would know that their
idol's favorite lipstick

was Blood Pink,
not Pink Panther.

I love her.

We all loved Holly.
But we didn't want to kill her.

No.

Celia.

More than anything.

When Holly said
she was leaving New Zealand,

I knew Ceels would follow.

It's time for me
to move to Nashville!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Go, Holly!

Couldn't have that.

Can't leave Mum, see?

Couldn't let Holly
take my Ceels away, so...

The water's still hot, babe.

What the hell?

No!

Do you want to hand it over?

Anything else?

We're calling Waylon.

Why?

Hey, I got the ciggies.

Aah!

No! Don't!

Oh, my God.

We were friends.

That's all.

So she did it for love.

Killed everything.

Too much misguided kindness.

Well, once again,
I blame country music.