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Hello?

What the hell?

Is there anybody here?

Jesus wept.

Trude. Trudy.

What the hell?

Ray.

Is she?

Are you...

Did you?

Ow! - Oh.

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

Oh!

I'm not going back.

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

Oh, God, help me!

In conclusion, nothing out of the ordinary.

The craniectomy showed clear indication

of a traumatic aneurysm.

Thanks, Gina.

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

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

Uh...

I love spaghetti alla puttanesca.

Olives, capers, anchovies, garlic.

A bit salty.

- I am partial to a lasagna, - Of course.

A traditional working man's meal

After a hard day's work in the field,

you call into your local trattoria

and replenish your weary bones with hearty food and a candy.

Well, there you go.

So I've been thinking perhaps you'd like to join me

for dinner tonight at the Porky Piccione.

Ray Neilson's new place.

As part of the Broken Top Italian Restaurant Competition,

he has been running two for one special this week.

So it's my shout, not because I'm cheap,

but I like to support local business.

Of course. - You will?

What? - You will join me?

Uh, well...

Uh, excuse me. - Of course.

Kristin.

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

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

Uh, Gina, let's go to the Porky Piccione.

Oh, Mike. - Now, if you don't mind.

Now? They don't do breakfast. It won't be open.

And you're going to need your kit.

Uh, just wait here a moment, Ray.

Hi. - It's not pretty in there.

Uh, stand by, Gina.

Stabbed?

No sign of an obvious murder weapon.

Do we know who she is?

Driver's license has her as a Betty Reynolds.

Known to Ray?

No.

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

But, she was familiar to you. - In passing, perhaps.

Was she dining here last night?

No.

So, any idea how she ended up in your restaurant?

Trattoria. And no.

I simply walked in there,

and there she was.

And then I contacted you lot, immediately.

And then you put on your porky pigeon suit?

Yes.

Why would you do that?

Shock.

It can make a man feel the cold.

There's a tear here.

A knife, maybe?

Get Gina.

Gina.

Hello, Betty.

Whatever happened here suggests that there was a tussle,

or a Tarantella, or both.

Regardless, it seems that you came off second best.

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

Make you more comfortable.

Mike. Good news.

They have spaghetti alla puttanesca on the menu.

And lasagna.

The... The victim is yours.

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

And then out to the front door.

It's another trail that starts here

and goes to where the victim is.

Okay. That's her shoe print.

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

Hmm.

Ray, uh, quite a start to your day.

I've had better.

Would you mind taking off your shoe?

Why?

Uh, so I can match the tread to some prints in there.

It's just a loafer. Dime a dozen.

All the same.

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

I arrived by myself.

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

Well, I guess you get that

when someone tries to knife somebody.

Probably teenagers looking for cash.

Clearly, one of those shoe prints will be mine.

I didn't know what I'd walked into until it was too late.

Another will be the dead woman's

and another the person that topped her, right?

Except there were four.

Excuse me.

Chalmers. - Mike.

Trudy Neilson's been found unconscious

with a possible stab wound. Waterford Road.

Okay. Copy that. Thanks.

Ray, your sister Trudy has been found

in the middle of Waterford Road with a suspected stab wound.

She's been stabbed?

Less than 400 yards from here.

Ray.

I found this in your rubbish bin.

Does it look familiar to you? - I'd say it was a pizza cutter.

Covered in what I first thought was pizza sauce,

but it's not, is it?

I need to see Trudy.

What the hell is going on, Ray?

Where is she? I need to see her.

Where is she?

Uh, you are? - Her mother.

I'm Trudy Neilson's mother.

Mrs. Neilson...

Spencer, my name is Eileen Spencer,

and I want to see my daughter.

Mrs. Spencer, she is still in surgery.

Oh, my God.

Please take a seat,

and I will update you as soon as I have some news.

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

Uh, Mrs. Spencer, D.C. Chalmers.

Why are you here?

We believe that Trudy was a victim of a stabbing.

And we need to talk to her as soon as she's able.

Why would anyone want to stab my Trudy?

That's what we need to talk to her about.

She needs to talk to her mother first.

Yes, of course, but right now... - No. Absolutely not.

Imagine coming out of surgery

and being grilled by a detective.

No. She needs to heal first.

Not a word.

You understand? I need to be by her side.

Okay.

Kristin.

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

Yeah. I'll keep you posted.

Oh, be a sweetheart. Get me a tea, white, no sugar.

I want to see my sister. - She's still in surgery, Ray.

Well, I should be there for when she comes out.

Your mother is with her.

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

Meaning? - Nothing.

So, do you know what happened? - Not yet.

We'll have to wait to hear from her.

Do you? - Me? No.

We need a statement from you, then we'll let you go.

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

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

Uh, the victim, Betty Reynolds.

Any idea how she ended up in your restaurant?

Trattoria. And, no.

Did you attempt to clean up the crime scene?

Well, I didn't know it was a crime scene.

There was a dead woman in one of your booths.

Well, maybe I didn't realize it was a crime scene

until after I saw her.

Maybe.

I walked in. I saw blood.

I have a C-plus food hygiene rating.

The last thing I need is blood on the floor of my trattoria.

Especially when it's Restaurant Awards Week.

At first,

I thought that maybe someone had stubbed their toe or...

Suffered an amputation.

Luigi had spilled some pizza sauce.

Luigi is? - Was my chef. I fired him.

Why? - For not doing his job.

Are you sure you're all right there, Ray?

I'm fine.

Do you need a glass of water?

Yeah. Okay, that'd be good.

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

From prints.

Ah, thanks.

Hmm. It's a family affair.

No, no.

Oh, Jesus.

Ray. Ray!

Get that bloody suit off him.

Can we get some water in here, please?

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

Whoa. - Whew.

We really need to talk.

When I find out who was responsible,

I will show no mercy.

Eileen, my God. I got here as quick as I could.

She will be okay. She's in the right place.

Thank you. - Mr. Treadgold.

We meet again. - Detective Chalmers.

Always a pleasure. - Lawrence is my accountant.

Eileen recently engaged me to do an audit of her finances.

And we've become friends.

Well, more than that.

Indeed. Um, roommates.

Such a sweet man for coming here.

Well, there's strength in numbers, Eileen.

There is strength in numbers.

Whose blood is on your shirt, Ray?

You saw the place.

It was a war zone.

Could be anyone's. - The victim's?

Tell us about last night. Was it busy?

It was a roaring trade. It was our official opening.

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

What does, uh, piccione mean? - Pigeon, obviously.

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

It's my place. Romano, meaning number one Roman.

The Romans being the greatest empire in history.

You want to be number one? Romano Ray's.

It's a name that says aspirational.

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

What? - Cheesy Ray's.

That's a good name for a pizza restaurant.

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

Hey, Luigi, these clowns are trying to tell me

that Romano means cheese.

Looks good to me, Ray. - See?

Straight out of the mouth of an actual Italian.

What more do you want?

More for me.

What?

Nothing.

We've been training for a week.

Last night was the grand opening.

Grazie. - Buenos nachos.

Buona sera.

Welcome to Romano Ray's Porky Piccione.

Table for two?

Buona sera is actually Italian for good evening.

Buona means good. Sera means evening.

Now, this is an authentic Italian restaurant,

which means there's quite a few Italian words

on the menu like spaghetti and pizza.

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

I think it could be one of them.

Too young. - What about her?

Mystery diners never dine alone, Nina.

It's too obvious.

No.

It'll be a middle-aged man or woman coupled with a friend.

They'll order three courses with each course being different.

The aim of sampling each other's.

Keep your eyes peeled and let me know,

so I can add a bit of the old Ray Neilson razzle-dazzle.

The old razzle-dazzle.

Judging for top Italian restaurant in Brokenwood.

There's nothing wrong with a complimentary cannoli

when you know they're scoring you.

Not that it matters now. It's all over.

So you were busy last night, but nothing out of the ordinary?

That's right. - Who was the mystery diner?

Well, I don't know, do I?

They were a mystery.

Did you lock up?

I did, I was the last to leave.

Does anyone else have access

to the restaurant keys, alarm codes?

Trattoria and no.

Was Trudy working at your trattoria last night?

No. - Does she ever work there?

No.

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

I did.

A kitchen implement smeared with blood

and left on the floor is unhygienic.

I did what I had to do.

Who was at the door? - My window cleaner.

Morning, Ray. - What do you want?

Uh, windows. I'll start inside here.

No, no. No, no, it's fine.

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

No. Looks good to me. - Good night last night?

Yes. Go away.

Your fingerprints were on the pizza cutter.

I just told you I threw it away.

And so are Trudy's.

Why would Trudy's fingerprints be on it?

Well, obviously, she visits the trattoria from time to time.

Perhaps she made a pizza.

You said she wasn't there yesterday.

She wasn't.

And you said that you're very concerned about food safety.

I am.

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

ready for yesterday's trade,

and Trudy didn't visit your trattoria,

then how come her prints are all over it?

I don't know. - Oh. Come on, Ray.

Your sister was found down the road from your restaurant.

Trattoria.

Suffering from a suspected stab wound.

And her prints are all over a bloodied pizza cutter next

to a dead woman in your trattoria.

So talk to us, Ray.

I'd like to make a phone call.

We will need your shirt first.

Hey, uh, can you get this to the lab?

Thanks.

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

Well, I'll make us some coffee.

Uh, how about we get some Frodo's?

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

The next of kin. - Ah, thanks.

Hello? - It's me.

Who's this? - Ray. Your son.

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

Why? - They need to disappear.

Thank you. Hmm.

Wrong number. - Hmm.

Hmm.

Oh!

Lawrence, would you be a darling?

There's a florist next door.

And perhaps grab a bag of yummy things for when she wakes up.

A bag of treats?

Yes, bag, a bag of them. - I can manage that.

Hey, um, who's the new guy?

Uh. It's Luigi. Found him here this morning.

Hey, what are you doing in here?

Oh, Frodo.

Luigi? - Sorry.

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

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

Those machines firing up right?

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

It's not what it looks like.

No. Cool ass, all good.

Is that one of those, uh, ladyboys?

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

Hey, Todd.

Okay. Uh, why is he wearing a...

He's Italian.

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

So the good thing is, he knows all about coffee.

But not a word to Audrey, okay? The dress thing was confusing.

Luigi, being a guy who is now a friend

who likes to dress as a woman.

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

She's pretty much my fiancée.

I mean, we're not engaged or anything,

but if we were, she'd definitely be my fiancée.

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

So, um, who is this lucky lady?

Uh, Audrey.

The most beautiful name in the world.

It's actually French. I looked it up.

It means noble gas. - Nah, noble strength.

Yeah, yeah, noble strong gas or something.

Anyway, we're totally going the distance.

And when he says distance, he means it.

Yeah, she's into ultramarathons.

So, it's great that Luigi needs a job.

Because I got a lot of training to do to keep up.

You could run the marathon.

What about your, you know, your leg?

Well, yeah, I'm working up to it.

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

then we worked out.

Uh, Frodo will complete his first ultramarathon by 2032.

Yeah. - Great news.

Yeah. Thanks. Here she comes now.

Hey, how'd that feel? - Uh, not too bad.

Started cramping around the six-hour mark,

but I pushed through.

That'll be the build up of latex acid.

You'll need a good rub down.

Audrey, this is Detective Sims. - Detective?

Oh. It's okay. She's actually quite normal.

Thanks, Frodo. - Oh, hi.

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

Just completed 100K.

That's, like two marathons plus a partial thon.

That's impressive.

Yeah, she starts at, like, midnight.

Oh.

Excuse me. Hello.

So, um, how exactly did you two meet?

Oh, we bumped into each other, literally.

I was walking Maddie in the forest.

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

Maddie?

Maddie, where are you?

Here you are.

Naughty donkey.

Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry.

That's okay.

She invited me out to dinner to make up for it.

We've been going strong ever since.

Dinner every night. Full romance.

Frodo, sorry. I have to go. - Yeah.

Being a runner, she does that.

Yeah. So graceful.

It's like a two-legged gazelle.

For you. - Oh, yeah. Thanks.

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

Uh, well, she's out of surgery.

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

Yeah.

All right, see you guys.

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

Do you mind if we have a quick word?

Uh, okay.

You need to keep this to an absolute minimum.

She's been right up to the edge.

Thank you.

I can't allow it.

One at a time.

It was never meant to go like this.

Yes. That is my mother.

Betty Ellis Reynolds.

Thank you.

Uh, would you like a moment alone?

Mm-hmm.

This reminds me of an old Russian saying.

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

Meaning?

Daughters must respect their mothers,

or they will meet a sticky end.

If you're Russian, you understand.

Thank you.

It's strange how she looks at peace now.

You're welcome.

I have a few tricks of the trade.

When she came in,

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

Thank you, Gina.

What happened to her?

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

Her... Her clothes. Where are they?

They are in her bag.

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

We need to hold on to them for a while longer

to run some tests.

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

Not at all. It's a lot to take in.

When it's a suitable time, and you're ready,

I'd appreciate any background on your mother.

I can do that.

The time of death was between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.

And Gina confirms that this was the weapon used on the victim.

The wound is 10 centimeters in length.

The damage to her internal organs extensive.

It severed a major artery.

She would have bled out in minutes.

And we know that this pizza cutter

only has two sets of prints on it, Ray Neilson and Trudy.

There were four people at that crime scene.

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

And this one to Ray.

Where are we at with Trudy?

Uh. Nothing yet.

And, when she wakes, things will be different.

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

After the, uh... tractor incident.

I lost my marriage because I realized

that public display of nudity had unlocked something.

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

in the traditional sense.

I was waking from the coma of modern life,

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

I rebranded.

Nude Accountancy Services.

I specialize in financial transparency.

Please don't tell me you audit in the nude.

It's a great leveler.

Takes the mystery out of bookkeeping.

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

Only when I have to.

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

No, thanks.

Well, I spoke with Luigi,

Ray's chef that he fired last night.

I think he's a racist.

But if he had an issue with Italian people,

why did he start an Italian restaurant?

I've had a bit to do with Ray over the years.

And he can be obstinate,

but I honestly don't think he's a racist.

Okay.

He did say that you weren't doing your job.

What I wear when I work shouldn't matter.

Is this about the evening gown?

We had creative differences.

I thought I looked great.

But, he's the boss, right?

Well, I needed that job.

I'm saving up for a trip to my homeland

to visit my ailing grandmother.

I'm so grateful to Frodo.

Did you happen to see...

...this woman at the restaurant last night?

How would I know?

I was in the kitchen doing my job.

I can't help but think that Luigi saw something.

And that's why Ray fired him.

Why would that keep him quiet?

Ray knows that he'll just come across

like a disgruntled ex-employee.

Who is Betty Reynolds?

How did she get in there?

Why was she there?

And, of course...

Why would someone want her dead?

Oh, my God, it's happened. - What has?

There's only one reason police come into bars.

It's to tell us someone is deceased.

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

Trudy is out of surgery.

She's gonna be okay.

I knew it. She's a survivor. - Yeah, she's a lucky woman.

I don't mind it really. This is a relief.

It is indeed.

Uh, Lena, you worked at Ray's new trattoria, right?

Mm-hmm.

Between here and there, I'm totally rinsed.

And did you ever come across a Betty Reynolds?

According to Doug and Ron,

she's what's known as a man-eater.

Thanks, Lena.

Yeah.

Ron. Doug. - This better be good.

We're grieving a good woman down.

Betty Reynolds.

Is a real piece of work, that one.

She was nothing like she presented herself

in the classifieds. - The classifieds?

As in the newspaper ads.

Doug hasn't embraced Tinder yet, even though it gets

quite lonely out on the farm, doesn't it, Doug?

You can talk. You went there, too.

Said on your profile that you're a property developer.

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

Impressive.

Commercial or residential?

Residential.

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

Gardening. - Growing my own vegetables.

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

So, uh, do you like jazz?

I have an extensive collection of LPs.

One fettuccine diavola, and one gazpacho.

Enjoy. - Waitress.

Hmm?

There's a fly in my soup.

Wait. Uh, wait.

No, don't tell me. I know this one.

My dad told me.

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

No. There's a fly in my soup. - Ooh.

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

It seems to run straight through me.

All right, wise guy. The oldest trick in the book.

Drop a fly in your food and expect to dine for free.

Oh, Jesus.

Ray, been a while. - Not long enough.

Do you two...

Oh, we go way back, don't we, Ray?

I heard you were back in town.

You're not welcome here.

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

I have no interest in slumming it.

Good night, boys.

What just happened here?

I just saved you from a world of pain.

I was in with a chance.

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

This one's on me.

In the end, she was just after my money.

You don't have any money.

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

You lot can gossip.

I've got no time for the Spanish Inquisition.

Some of us have more important places to be.

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

Mm.

I guess the main difference between Romney and Cordell's

is the percentage of fly strikes.

Once the blowies get down there amongst the dags,

all hell breaks loose down there in the nether regions.

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

This was given to me by a friend.

Who had no right to give it away.

Finders keepers.

Thieves and vultures more like.

Hey, steady on! - Stay out of this, Doug.

We're on a date.

You're not supposed to talk like that.

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

A glimmer of intelligence, at least.

Say hi to your mother from me.

Frank always spoke highly of her.

Get out of my pub.

Well, thanks very much.

You can do a lot better than that, Doug.

I did once.

Look where that got me.

So Trudy knew Betty Reynolds?

Knew? They were practically related.

Yeah, but not in a good way.

That woman! What a nerve.

I knew a girl like that in high school.

Always showing off her stuff.

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

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

Right?

♪ You gotta know to understand ♪

♪ Baby, take me by my hand ♪

♪ I'll lead you to the Promised Land ♪

Dennis.

Two things I know to be true.

Number one, you've missed me.

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

♪ Rock ♪

You haven't been straight with us, Ray.

We know Trudy was in your restaurant.

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

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

The fact that she was in your restaurant

would explain how her blood came to be on your shirt, right?

Oh, please, Detective. They could be historical stains.

I'm sorry. From what? The Battle of the Somme.

Guadalcanal? Agincourt, maybe. Oh, come on, Dennis.

We have a witness who puts Trudy there.

Who? - Herself.

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

I'm no nark.

If you were attacked, it's not narking.

It's helping us to find an offender.

Ask Betty.

Betty Reynolds? - Mm-hmm.

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

It's not my fault.

Trudy...

did you stab Betty Reynolds at Ray's restaurant?

No.

She stabbed me.

So?

The words of a woman heavily sedated on any number

of prescription narcotics.

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

But this does.

Print of Trudy's shoe

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

along with traces of blood. - Where'd you get that?

Well, I didn't. My colleague did.

Eileen asked me to put the potatoes on.

I think I might have some candy now.

But they're in the room.

Just help yourself when you get in there.

Might see you tomorrow.

Mr. Treadgold, what's in the bag?

So let's start from the beginning, shall we?

What can you tell me about a certain diamond brooch?

Charlie Neilson, Ray and Trudy's father,

gifted a diamond brooch to Eileen in 1976

to mark their 10th wedding anniversary.

My dad died several years later.

I think my mother just wore him out.

Some years later, Eileen remarried to a man named Frank.

Frank Spencer? - Uh-huh.

Frank was a try hard.

Fancied himself as an entrepreneur.

Was always trying to make a go of dodgy businesses.

Working in the twilight of the law.

10 years later, around 1993,

Frank began a long-term affair with...

Betty Reynolds.

My father loved my mother.

Mum was her best self with Frank,

but he died when I was six.

He was found face down in a newly cemented floor

of an industrial unit.

Mum was devastated at his accidental death,

but not as upset as when...

She found out Frank had given her diamond brooch to Betty.

That brooch meant a lot to my mum.

A lasting memory of my father, Frank.

That brooch meant a lot to my mother.

A lasting memory of Charlie, our father.

And that, folks, is what you call motive.

This brooch, how much is it worth?

It depends on who you ask.

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

Hence your interest in her belongings.

Her... Her clothes, where are they?

They are in her bag.

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

It's not the most beautiful thing,

but it had sentimental value, if nothing else.

But according to Ray. - A lot, or so Lawrence says.

Lawrence Treadgold.

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

Fully clothed, one can only hope.

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

Venus on holiday in Pompeii.

That's a special piece, Ray. - By Michelangelo.

He was Italian, you know.

I'm not here to discuss naked ladies, Lawrence.

You said you had some news?

Your mother, is a proud woman.

You left out stubborn and delusional, but carry on.

As we discussed at Sunday lunch.

Where she served up emotional blackmail.

The cupboard is bare.

But...

...I found this in the insurance files.

This is a piece of '70s bling.

Mum should have let it go years ago.

I did some research.

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

Ricotta and roasted tomato, bruschetta and pancetta.

Easy on Luigi.

That's one expensive place, mate.

Mm. Scusa. - Grazie.

Here you go.

It is my understanding

that this brooch is rightfully your mother's.

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

$150,000?

Yeah, we definitely have a motive.

Two hours 53. - Happy with that.

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

but the grief has given you wings.

♪ I don't feel well ♪

♪ Must be under some kind of spell ♪

♪ Good times ♪

♪ My heart shaped like a homicide ♪

♪ A late-night promenade to the back pages ♪

♪ Of a paperback crown ♪

♪ Good times ♪

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

Can I give her the tiny cabbages?

Uh, yeah, Brussels sprouts, but just a few at a time.

Remember, for every action,

there can be an explosive reaction.

Hi, Lena. - Hey, I so want a donkey.

It'd be the ultimate accessory, right?

Sure, I guess.

I mean, imagine me riding into town

wearing my cat suit on my donkey.

People would just think, "Wow."

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

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

did you notice anyone out of the ordinary?

You mean the mystery diner?

No, I was thinking more...

I thought I spotted her.

I wasn't sure, but I was pretty sure.

Don't look now, but one o'clock, booth two.

I think she's the one.

With Frodo?

Give me a break.

Mystery diners are experienced in gastronomy.

People of a certain class.

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

So we never figured it out.

So nothing suspicious? No one behaving weirdly?

Coffee to go.

Oh, thank you. - Hey, Lena.

Hey, by the way, you slayed the other night.

Your music moved me.

Really? - So authentic.

And don't worry about Ray.

He was just stressed with the whole opening thing.

Ray's been good to me. I don't want to cause a fuss.

I'm moving on.

Where? - Overseas.

Uh, my lola, my nana, my nonna, she's not well.

Oh, shame.

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

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

Yeah, I... I think you're right.

Uh, whereabouts does she live in Italy?

Um, Pompeii.

Such a talent. Best I've ever seen.

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

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

What do you call it?

D.C. Chalmers. Eileen's not here.

She's at the hospital.

I thought that might be the case.

Have you got a minute?

I understand you had a meeting with Trudy and Ray Neilson

and his restaurant to discuss the value of this brooch.

We did.

And that this meeting was anything discussed about

how to move forward on returning the brooch to their mother?

Discussed? Oh, yes. - I want nothing to do with it.

Trudes, 150K. I mean...

Count me out.

Discussed and dismissed.

As she did when she first heard about it.

If there's one thing I know about our mother,

there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Ray. Trudy. My dear, dear children.

Welcome.

Oh, Lawrence. The kids are here.

Be a dear and put some pants on.

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

He's my accountant.

Oh, God.

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

It's Italian. - Oh.

Why? - It's an Italian trattoria.

It needs an Italian name.

What about Mama's?

Did you consider that?

It was already taken?

I see.

She's back!

Who is? - The harlot.

She is back.

You! - Hello, Eileen.

Have you no shame?

She was wearing it. - Oh, God.

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

You have to let it go.

She's been grieving that brooch for 25 years.

I want what is mine.

So why are you talking to us?

Because I want you to get it.

No, no, no, if you want it, you get it yourself.

But I can't!

I couldn't trust myself not to scratch her eyes out!

Over something that butt ugly?

It's an heirloom.

It will be passed from me to you.

Or don't you want that?

Here we go.

You don't want to remember me.

I knew it. So ungrateful.

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

Thank you, Lawrence.

I don't mind admitting the cupboard is bare.

Your father was unlucky in business before he died.

And the rest was lost when Frank was fleeced by that hussy.

If it wasn't for Ishbel's kindness letting me live here,

I would be out on the street.

Mum, it's a dated brooch from the 1970s.

Actually, it's more than that.

I don't know.

A few days later, I met with Ray and Trudy

and told them how much it was worth.

But then Trudy ends up in Ray's trattoria

with Betty Reynolds dead. - Seems so.

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

No.

Where were you the night before last?

Going over Eileen's accounts.

And yes, I was naked.

You can ask Eileen.

The security company says that the alarm at Romano Ray's

was activated at 1:00 a.m.

The time that Ray said he left.

It was then deactivated five minutes later.

10 minutes after that, it was reactivated.

Then at 1:30 a.m.,

it was deactivated and never switched back on.

I checked with Ray. He said he never returned.

So despite what he claims, someone else had access.

Well, that has to be Trudy.

Well, the surgeon who operated on Trudy estimated

that the stab wound was 10 centimeters,

which matches the diameter of the pizza cutter.

She stabbed herself.

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

But not who that print belongs to.

Does it have to be all three of you?

We all need to hear Trudy's side of the story.

Some of us have been waiting ages.

You just jumped the queue.

We won't be long, Doug.

Then we'll leave Trudy to your soothing words.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means relax.

Hello, Trudy.

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

Although, instead of a sword,

you've been wielding a pizza cutter.

That wasn't me.

Evidence would suggest otherwise.

It wasn't me. - Trudy, a woman is dead,

stabbed with a weapon that had your fingerprints on it.

And as I told D'Artagnan here, Betty stabbed me.

Then who stabbed her? - I don't know.

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

Narking might be in your best interest here.

I can't nark.

Yeah, we know. - No.

If I could tell you, I would. - Would you?

Yes.

Even if it was Ray? - Ray?

Why would you think Ray had any part in this?

Because he's been covering for you.

Or maybe he's been covering for himself.

He wasn't there.

Trudy, this tells us that someone else was

in the restaurant with you.

If you tell us who that was,

we'll be able to make better sense of what went on.

There was no one else.

Trudy, please, help us to help you.

I need to rest. - You heard her.

Vamoose.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

There's a serial killer out there,

and you lot are putting thumbscrews on the victim.

Knock yourself out, Doug.

Maybe you can get some sense from her.

Doug is still here.

I'm gonna tell him to come back later.

No. Send him in.

You've got nothing on him.

So should we stop the charade?

Why are you holding him?

Ray knows more than he's letting on.

Does he?

Ray said he didn't know the victim.

He did.

He denied that Trudy was there

when he opened the following morning.

She was.

He knew about the missing brooch.

He was acting irrationally during the time

leading up to the death of Betty Reynolds,

including firing his chef in the middle

of Restaurant Awards Week.

So, Luigi Pompeii? Oh, Detective, please.

That little fraudster had it coming.

Trying to put one over a titan of local business.

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

This is true. - And you're 27 years old?

My mama started me early.

Well, you know what they say about Italian mamas.

That they're the best cooks.

Indeed. You've been taught by an expert.

Thank you. - Luigi.

Yes. - Do you have a last name?

Yes. It's... Pompeii.

You don't get much more Italian than that.

If you say so.

The Roman Empire was the greatest

the world has ever seen.

You have a proud heritage.

And it says here you sing

and play traditional Italian folk music.

Yes, I am.

I love to perform.

Luigi, welcome aboard, Romano Ray's.

See, the idea was to have complimentary

live music after service, eh?

A free digestif added value, but little did he know...

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

and I trust you enjoyed our

authentic Italian fare this evening.

Lena is bringing around some complimentary grappa.

But please give a warm hand to your chef this evening.

A man of many talents. Also, your entertainment.

Luigi Pompeii!

♪ You spurn my natural emotions ♪

♪ You make me feel I'm dirt ♪

♪ And I'm hurt ♪

♪ I'm so hurt ♪

♪ And if I start a commotion ♪

♪ I run the risk of losing you ♪

♪ And that's worse ♪

♪ So much worse ♪

♪ Ever fallen in love with someone ♪

♪ You shouldn't've fallen in love with ♪

As they say, all that glitters is not gold.

What the hell is this?

It's my alter ego, Carlita.

What happened to Luigi Pompeii, authentic Italian guitar player?

That's boring, Ray. So last century.

Yes. That's the point.

This is what people want.

This will put you on the map.

The map of insanity?

I mean, you weren't even singing Italian.

What was that?! - Tagalog. It's Filipino.

You're Luigi.

My real name is Noel Ramirez. Uh, my father was from Manila.

My mother, Palmerston North.

Noel. - Noel. They loved Christmas.

You said you were Italian.

No, you said I was Italian. I just went along with it.

My food is great, right? People love good Italian food.

That's the easy bit.

But this.

This will make Romano Ray's stand out.

People will come from miles around asking for a carbonara,

a Chianti and a song from Carlita.

If I'd wanted that,

I'd have opened this place as "Ray Paul's Drag Race."

It's a trattoria.

Quality food, and Italian guitar music.

Not some Sugar Plum Fairy

doing "Lipstick On My Collar" in Filipino.

Get out of here!

You're fired!

Sometimes all that glitters

is just a Filipino man wanting to express his inner drag queen.

Now, Ray may be guilty of intolerance.

He may even be guilty of ignorance.

But he was not complicit in whatever went on

after he closed his trattoria for the night.

Then why did he try and cover it up?

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

You have a couple of hours.

You charge him, or we walk out of here.

Hey, Luigi.

Was it Noel... or Carlita?

Sorry, I have to keep her walking.

Do ya? Or is that a lie?

For real.

She ate a bucket full of Brussels sprouts,

and she's got some serious digestive issues.

So you lied to Ray? Did you lie to me, too?

About what? - Anything. Everything.

About your nana.

My nana, my lola, she is sick.

She lives in Manila. I've never been.

I want to go. That's the truth.

About not seeing anything at Ray's?

Ray fired me. That's the truth.

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

Yes.

Why not just go home?

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

And where is home?

Um, I've been couch surfing.

Where was the last couch you surfed?

Across town. Why all these questions?

Did you go back to Ray's?

Why would I go back? He fired me.

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

Like my guitar? - Sure.

If I did, why would it still be there?

I would like that back, by the way,

if it's not too much trouble.

She needs to keep walking.

Charge with what?

Interfering with a police investigation.

Circumstantial at best.

Your client threw the murder weapon in a rubbish bin.

For reasons of hygiene.

The man is a restaurateur of an aspirational establishment.

He's got standards to maintain.

It was an innocent mishandling at worst.

His shirt was covered with blood.

Of the victim? - No.

Of the sister? Yes, who is not dead.

Nor has laid any charges against Ray,

which suggests he has nothing to do with the tragic events

that happened inside his trattoria.

His sister, whom we know was in the trattoria.

But were they there at the same time?

Hmm? Granted, this is a very serious situation.

A man sits here, the victim of circumstance.

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

And who would that be, Dennis?

Well, take a look. Tell me you don't see it.

He reminds me of Ray.

And?

Nelson Mandela.

South Africa's first black president,

who was jailed for 20 years

for fighting against the oppressive apartheid regime

and died in 2013?

Well, he's not dead, obviously.

Or black South African.

But in many ways he is like Nelson Mandela.

How so?

Because he's a political prisoner.

in this case,

the politics being the politics of small business.

For as we know,

the night in question was a very important evening

in Brokenwood's top five Italian Restaurants Competition,

of which Romano Ray's is a top contender.

Now there was a mystery diner whose identity remains unknown,

but a stellar review was likely forthcoming.

So what might Ray's competitors do?

I don't know. Stage a killing inside his trattoria

to ensure that he didn't pick up that supreme award.

For no matter how good that review would be,

it wouldn't withstand the blight, the scuttlebutt,

the injurious harm that such a tragic visitation would have

upon his establishment,

of which Ray must suffer the consequences unjustly.

But in no uncertain terms, what I see here,

and I certainly hope you do, too.

There's a potential case of industrial sabotage.

We don't see it that way. - And there's the thing.

You see potato, I see potato.

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

Word of advice.

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

Detective, please come in. - I can't stay.

I simply came to ask you what shoe size you wear.

Size nine. Like Goldilocks.

Not too big, not too small.

Why? - Um.

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

It's estimated to be a woman's size nine.

Do you think I stabbed my own daughter?

I'm mostly interested in who stabbed Betty Reynolds.

I'd like you to leave now.

Eileen Spencer.

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

Maybe it'll jog Trudy's memory.

Really?

Five minutes. - She's resting.

Then she'll be rested.

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

Four minutes.

Oh, God.

Where is she? She didn't leave.

Well, clearly she did.

Have Lawrence Treadgold or Eileen Spencer

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

Bloody Doug.

Doug.

Stacey Chalmers, I need a word.

Hey, Todd.

We're asking around about Doug Randall.

Have you seen him today?

No. Not me. Check with Frodo.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, Frodo. - Oh. Hey.

Uh, have you seen Doug Randall come through here?

Uh, no. Last one through here was Audrey 30 minutes ago.

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

She's incredible.

Yes, she's very impressive. Thanks, Frodo.

Yeah, but deep down,

I know she's really just trying to outrun her grief.

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

I'm sensitive to these things.

Yes. You are. Thanks, Frodo.

I mean, on one hand, her mother is dead,

and that's hard on anyone.

I know when my half-mother died, I was gutted.

But on the other hand, her mother was...

Was what?

Not the straightest arrow in the...

Quiver? - Yeah.

And this is based on? - On what Audrey told me.

I've never seen anyone run like you.

You run like the wind.

If the wind had legs, really nice legs and a face.

Yeah, really nice face.

Thanks, but, you know, I was supposed to be competing

in the Ultra-Trail du Mont-Blanc this year,

and I couldn't, and I've just...

I've just let my conditioning go a little.

But you're good enough for sure.

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

Well, I did, but...

Turns out she had these savings to travel

to all these important international competitions.

But then her mother got sick.

So Audrey sacrificed her savings

to get her mother the necessary treatment in Thailand.

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

See, the thing is, she... she never had cancer.

But she still went to Thailand for the year,

and, you know, had a really great time.

She duped her own daughter. - Sucks, right?

When did she tell you this?

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

Man, she can eat a lot of carbs.

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

But after tonight, I'm gonna have enough.

You gotta understand, Frodo, running ultra marathons,

it takes a certain type of headspace,

but it's what I do.

I'm a very driven person.

Totally. I drive a lot, too.

Moving my coffee cab from place to place.

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

You're very sweet.

And tonight is gonna be a special night.

Buona sera. Welcome to Romano Ray's.

What was special about it?

Something about a payday.

But then her mother died.

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

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

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

Where did you say she was again?

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

in about 20 minutes. - Okay. Thanks.

Three letters.

Hmm. Three letters to receive a punch.

Cop.

Ron, have you seen Doug? - I do not recall.

I do. He was talking to you earlier.

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

But not an opinion. That's fact.

Doug was here. - That's not the point.

The point is, did I see him? - Yeah.

You were talking to him, and then he left.

Did he say where he was going? - No.

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

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

Mm. Ah.

You all right? You barely touched your pint.

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

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

Well, don't be stupid.

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

Why would I want your tractor?

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

They're all in heat,

so you might want to team them up with Billy.

Billy? - The ram.

I got the sense that Doug has probably dragged

an old Clydesdale from the back paddock,

dressed up in a Lone Ranger outfit,

and is doing the job that you lot are failing to do.

And, what's that? - Getting your man.

Thanks for the support, Ron.

Sorry to interrupt.

A witness told me that you mentioned a payday the night

your mother was killed at Romano Ray's.

Frodo? - A payday for what?

It's awkward. I have an NDA.

A nondisclosure agreement regarding your mother's death.

My line of work revolves around anonymity

at work as a secret food critic.

Yeah, I figured you were the mystery diner.

Pays the bills and Ramona Ray's was the last on my list.

Contract fulfilled.

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

Meaning?

We believe your mother was in possession

of a diamond brooch when she died.

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

We believe it had been torn off her blouse.

We also know that Betty owed you a significant amount of money.

Sure. She said she was coming into some cash,

that she was gonna sell the brooch and pay me back.

Given your previous experience with her,

surely you knew that even

if she did get some money for that brooch,

it would be unlikely to come your way.

Yeah, well, I thought she might have changed.

Or you took matters into your own hands.

No.

Are you in possession of the brooch now?

No. - Do you know who is?

No.

Where were you at 2:00 a.m. the night your mother died?

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

Well, that's how I like it.

Like I said,

I fulfilled my contract enough to get me back on the circuit.

Look, I have a flight booked for France tonight.

I should really go home and pack.

What about Frodo?

Frodo was my beard, if you like.

I need my dining partners to be themselves,

and not overcompensate, and try too hard and blow my cover.

He did well.

Out of interest, Romano Ray's, how did it rate?

The food was excellent.

The service was quaint,

but the entertainment, that was next level.

Compliments of Luigi. - Ah, Cheers, bro.

Being a trainer is thirsty work.

Ooh.

She's amazing.

She takes so much pleasure in running.

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

Audrey Reynolds, aka the mystery diner,

was 10 kilometers away during the actual time

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

Yep.

The optimal time after carb loading.

Hmm. What's the latest on Trudy?

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

and Eileen and Lauren's claim not to have seen either of them.

They've gone to ground.

They'll have left Brokenwood.

Well, nothing says guilt like leaving town.

Hello, Mike.

How did you get here?

Doug, is he still here?

If he was, it would implicate him.

Trudy, you could have internal bleeding.

I know you want to believe I killed Betty Reynolds.

I didn't.

But you have to believe she stabbed me.

What I might want to believe,

and what I know can be different things,

but I can only work with what I know.

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

How did that come about?

I was trying to help my mum.

Maybe we should try to get it back.

Why the change of heart? 150K seems appealing, right?

It's not about the money. She came to see me.

After all that Lawrence has done,

I feel you are being ungrateful.

Okay, now is not the time.

You have broken my heart. - Mum, I'm working.

Considering you shamed the Spencer name.

My surname is Neilson.

Only because you wouldn't take Frank's name.

And then prison?! - Don't.

Dragging our name through the mud

by marrying that loser Doug Randall.

You could have done so much better.

But you sank so low.

And what became of that? - Do not dare.

You killed a man. - Get out of my pub!

In the name of love. - Get out!

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

Enough!

Your father knew.

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

Same again. Thanks.

And a double whiskey for my mate there.

Oh.

And you still want to help her?

It's driving her crazy, Ray.

Our mother's always been crazy.

Yeah, but this might help give her some closure.

I want nothing to do with it.

In case you haven't noticed,

I'm in the middle of Restaurant Awards Week.

I figured reaching out couldn't do any harm.

Thought I wasn't welcome here.

I'd like to discuss a mutual arrangement

whereby I get that brooch back. - And I get?

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

The satisfaction of making some amends

for the heartbreak you caused.

Do you really think after all the humiliation

and bad mouthing,

that I would sit here and hand it over in public?

I hardly think anyone would notice.

I think that would risk me looking weak.

To simply hand over this beautiful,

one-of-a-kind piece of jewelry laced with so much meaning.

It's worth tens of thousands, you know?

It's not about the money.

It's about putting things right.

Thousands.

How about...

we meet somewhere else?

So I suggested Ray's joint after everyone had gone.

And Ray let you in? - No.

He says no one else had access.

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

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

Anyone see you come? - Hope not.

Through there.

We alone?

Take a seat.

Coffee?

Keeps me up.

Like Frank used to all night.

Yeah. Grappa, then?

Sure. Why not?

Frank gave this to me.

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

You understand? I didn't steal it.

I think they call that semantics.

You Neilsons always thought you were a cut above.

Give me a break.

Making me out to be a thief.

You stole her husband.

Your mother never had Frank. - Give me the brooch.

If he was mine, I don't see why.

That brooch was a gift to my mother

from my father, Charlie.

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

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

So you can see it never was yours.

Give me the brooch.

I was prepared to make a deal tonight

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

That's the thing not now looking at you,

watching your lips move, I'm reminded of all

the hate you sent my way when Frank and I fell in love.

Give me the brooch.

Sure. After you give me $50,000.

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

I was under the impression

that you were prepared to make that deal.

5,000. Take it or leave it.

I think we're done here.

It was then I may have crossed a line.

Your loss.

You bitch!

Get out of my brother's trattoria.

Seedy little restaurant more like!

Let's keep things civilized, shall we?

Just hand it over.

Take it.

Ow! - Get out of my way!

What the hell? Give it back!

Let go, you stupid cow!

Oh.

What have you done?

Call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance.

No!

That's all I can remember.

Until Ray woke you up in the morning.

And Betty Reynolds lay dead.

She stabbed me.

So you keep saying.

I know. Do you think I'd stab myself?

Well, I mean, someone else arrived and stabbed Betty?

If it was someone else, who might that be?

Talk to Lawrence.

Lawrence Treadgold?

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

Trudy.

I could be miles away right now.

But I chose to come here. Just talk to him.

We did. He wasn't there.

Unless you know something that I don't.

I had a feeling you might say that.

Oh.

You can call that ambulance now.

Sims, bring in Lawrence Treadgold.

Sure, on what... - All right.

Can we get some service around here?

I'm gonna call you back.

Well.

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

You gonna charge him or what?

For what? - For being a prick.

Mr. Treadgold, are you okay? - Do I look okay?

Lose the gun, Doug.

Doug, what the hell are you doing?

Citizen's arrest.

You lot weren't doing anything.

Okay, we need you to put it down.

Well, do you think it'll blow his brains out?

Well, yeah.

If I was going to do that,

I would have done it when I first rumbled him.

Doug. - Lawrence.

Nude Accountancy Services.

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

Leave your bloody clothes on, though.

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

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

So here we are, doing what you lot couldn't.

Okay, Doug, this is your last chance.

Put the gun down.

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

What the hell?

Had you going, though, didn't I?

You maniac! I oughta punch your lights out.

Hey, you wanna go then? - Boys!

That's enough!

You're in deep trouble, Doug.

Me? What about him?

He kills Betty Reynolds and puts the blame on Trud.

That's a lie. - Well, tell that to the judge.

You tell it to the cells. Breach of the peace.

Reckless use of an illegal firearm.

But it's not even loaded.

Take him to the cells to cool off.

Oh! Come on.

Thank you.

Lawrence, not so fast.

What?

Since you're here...

I've managed to calm Doug down.

As usual, trying to do the right thing

in the most inappropriate way.

You're a menace, Doug.

One day someone's going to actually get hurt.

They did.

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

Was it your idea to bust her out of hospital?

She was stranded in there like a ewe in a muddy paddock.

You can't just leave them there.

I had to do something.

Trudes, if there's anything I can do.

Yeah. There is.

If you're going to have a window that opens,

someone's bound to climb out.

I've charged Doug with disturbing the peace

and reckless use of a firearm, even though.

Oh, no!

Lawrence! No!

Put it away!

Not here, not now.

Let's get on with it, then.

You want to know about the Neilson diamond brooch,

and whether or not I somehow stole it

while killing Betty Reynolds and stabbing Trudy Neilson.

Did you? - No.

Because I... I had no incentive to do it.

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

It is. - $150,000.

If that's the price you put on sentimentality.

Meaning?

It is indeed worth a lot to Eileen.

It was a gift from her first husband.

Her first true love. What price do you put on that?

Priceless. But only to Eileen.

Are you saying it's a fake?

Albeit a very good one.

When I conducted an audit for Eileen,

amongst her papers, I found this.

Purchased in 1976 for $5,000. - Which is a lot at the time.

Which means it'd be worth around 150K now without question.

We already know this.

Except what you don't know is,

it's a fake.

Not according to this. - The certificate is a fake.

If you look at the registration number.

Top right-hand corner, the 12-digit number.

I... I count only 11.

Precisely.

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

from her first husband to impress Eileen.

Did you tell her this?

And shatter a grieving widows illusion

of her once great husband?

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

Good intentions, poor execution.

But in the end, I mean,

he was guilty of fobbing a fake brooch to his wife

for their wedding anniversary

when he had his back against the wall.

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

Yet you allowed Trudy

to think it was something worth reclaiming.

I knew how much that brooch meant to Eileen,

so I figured if I played,

the money factor, it would motivate her kids to take action

to get the thing back. I feel terrible.

If Lawrence Treadgold is telling the truth,

then Eileen Spencer believes that

that brooch is worth $150,000.

But then she would have to be capable

of stabbing Betty Reynolds and her own daughter.

And where is the brooch now? - Hidden.

Waiting for the fuss to die down.

Then trade it offshore.

But it's a fake. - She doesn't know that.

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

So Eileen Spencer stabs her own daughter.

Or gets her own daughter to do the dirty work.

I've been thinking, and you can take this or leave it.

But the person who stabbed Trudy Neilson

was probably the same person that killed Betty Reynolds.

Thanks, Todd. I'll take that on board.

Coffee up. - Cheers.

Do you think I should?

Yeah, now. Let's do it.

Is it Frodo's birthday?

Nah, it's a "Cheer up... Life's not so bad

even though it sucks" cake.

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

And Luigi has a knack for baking.

I guess it's the Italian thing.

Uh, do you think it matters

that it looks like a wedding cake?

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

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

Apologies! Apologies, apologies.

Oh...

No!

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

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

Yeah, I'll give you a hand.

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

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

It always is.

How am I gonna clean it up with this?

We don't have to...

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

Frodo, could I borrow you for 20 minutes?

What for? - To test a theory.

A theory on what? Space and time.

Quantum physics. Could be my new specialty.

Oh. Watch your step, Frodo.

Frodo, uh, can you fit in that?

If I get in there, you're not gonna

fill it with cement, right?

It hadn't crossed my mind.

This must have been how the earliest space travelers felt.

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

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

Yeah. All in good time, Frodo.

All in good time.

Wait here.

At the crime scene

there were four discernible sets of shoe prints...

Ray, who arrived in the morning;

Betty Reynolds, who was found dead;

and Trudy Neilson, who suffered a serious injury

but left the scene through the front door.

Whoever left this print exited through the back door.

And as it happens,

this print is a match for the size and tread

of the shoe that you are wearing.

We know that Trudy and Betty arrived together

and that Ray arrived the following morning

through the back door.

Which means that the owner of this print

was already in the restaurant

when the fatal assault took place.

We know that the owner of this shoe

was not in the bathroom, because Trudy had checked.

Meaning the only place that the owner of the shoe

could be was under the stage,

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

What is your relationship with Betty Reynolds?

I didn't have one. I'd never met her.

So how did you come to be in the same room

when she was killed?

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

where to go.

I had nowhere to sleep.

Because the restaurant was your home?

As soon as I got the job,

I slipped Ray's key off of his ring one day,

and I got a copy made.

It was a way to save money.

And, I mean, you know his alarm code?

5678.

Too easy, right?

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

I needed to get out of my heels and sequins.

And I fell asleep.

And then I worked voices.

Coffee?

Keeps me up.

Like Frank used to all night.

I figured if I just stayed still,

they would do what they had to do and leave.

It was none of my business.

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

You bitch!

Get out of my brother's trattoria!

Seedy little restaurant more like!

Ow! - Get out of my way!

Give it back! Let go, you stupid cow!

Call an ambulance.

Oh, no.

So Trudy planted some muscle in here, did she?

No. I swear.

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

Fat lot of use you were to her.

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

Hold still, you little creep.

Look. See what you did?

You stabbed Trudy Neilson, didn't you?

Please, I won't say anything.

And then, out of disgust, you stabbed yourself.

You didn't think to call an ambulance?

I thought they were dead. Both dead.

And I knew no one would believe that.

I had nothing to do with it.

I dumped my bloodied clothes, and I found a place to sleep.

I didn't kill Betty Reynolds.

She did it to herself, I swear to you.

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

And I didn't ask for any of this.

Noel, there's one detail missing.

I couldn't bring myself to sell it.

I knew it would feel like blood money.

My lola always said...

"You reap what you sow."

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

Not directly. It was a self-inflicted wound.

What about Trudy? Did he stab her?

That was Betty. - Told you.

Of course it was. She took my husband.

And then she tried to take my daughter as well.

Noel wanted this returned to you.

Oh, there it is.

Oh, Charlie.

Ohh!

Oh, my dear Charlie.

Oh!

Thank you, Detective.

I'll leave you to it.

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

It's growing on me, Mum.

Mm.

Gina. What's in the dish?

I will wait for Mike. Only he will understand.

Sorry I'm late.

Here's to the new whare.

New house, new beginning.

Maybe not all new. - Yeah.

Perhaps I should fire up the barbecue.

No need.

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

Spaghetti alla puttanesca and lasagna.

Ah. - Just the way you like it.

A woman after my own heart.

And dreams. I hope.

Shall we?

Ah, yeah. - Yeah.

Yeah. Let me help.