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Did you see that?

- It's dolphin city down there. - Yeah. Awesome.

- Yeah, it was too much, bro! - Yeah.

Epic! Oh! yes!

When they look at you They see a lover

Tongue of fire

Dark velvet eyes

Existing for their pleasure Waiting their command

Oh, baby, you're a gun

They better run They better run and hide

Like a bullet to the brain

Before the pain the damage done

Baby, you're a gun

So how long were you and Deb a couple?

A few months.

Six.

I don't know, maybe a bit more.

It was a long time ago.

Yeah, you've said that several times.

Yeah.

Was she your only woman lover or...

The only one that mattered.

So... you're, um...

Uh, you're bisexual?

I'm just me. Okay? Nothing's changed.

I'm still the person you know.

I need to know, is this something that you...

like, need in your life?

- What, Deb? - Deb, other woman, I--

I haven't been with anyone since I've been with you

man or woman, okay?

I should have told you.

A long time ago, I should have told you.

It would have been much better than

finding out through Deb's girlfriend, yeah.

Uh, what?

Um...

Oh, my God.

You knew about me and Deb, and you never said anything.

- I was waiting for you to say it. - How long have you known?

Well, what... what does that matter?

How long have you known?

Ah...

After we arrived.

Well, she... she thought I already knew

and I didn't know. Okay? I didn't know anything.

Oh, my God. All this time and you just...

You talk to me about honesty.

You're the one working with your ex.

Oh, my God. That's just such a fucking power move.

- It's not a move. What move? - I mean, but that's you.

- There's no move. - That's you.

Always taking the high moral ground.

- No one's doing a move. - Fuck's sake!

How dare you?

I am not the one at fault here.

- At fault? - Yes.

How the fuck am I at fault for loving someone before you?

Maybe your fault is that you haven't.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you're the only person I've ever loved.

The worst thing about this is

the whole time we've been together...

you just what?

You kept your history from me?

My history?

Yes, history.

That's what it is, isn't it?

Mihi.

Mihi, talk to me. Hey.

- Fuck. - Oh, can you not?

I have to.

- Can this wait? - Hello?

- Yeah. Copy. Whereabouts? - Yeah. Yeah, okay. What?

- I'm on my way. - Right. Understood.

Uh... That was your sergeant.

She's ordered the school to be closed.

- Yeah. - I'm going

in case any kids turn up.

No, you can't do that.

Because the whole town's on lockdown, so.

Well, it's just next door, so.

Bugger...

Hey.

Oh!

I'll see you tonight.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Yep, I've heard. On my way.

Fuck.

All right.

Your job is to contain the suspect

and ensure he poses no further risk to life.

In other words, you hunt this bastard down

before he shoots his next victim.

- Understood? Move out. - Understood.

- Let's go. - Now, be aware at all times.

Julian's on comms with AOS.

Wait for him to say it's safe to move forward.

You've all trained for this. Be methodical.

Do it right first time, you won't have to backtrack.

And be thorough, be safe.

Yeah. I'd love to get the dogs in while the blood is fresh.

Not until the area's been cleared by AOS.

We don't know what the shooter's motive is.

He could be popping people at random.

Still no ID?

Deb's got an eyewitness.

So he just walks past me, real calm.

- Yeah. - With his rifle under his arm

- like this. - Right.

And I says to him, "What are you after?"

Thinking he's rabbiting

or heading in for some deer or something

even though he wasn't dressed for it.

And he looks back

and he just gives me, like, you know, the death stare.

And I don't need a second warning.

I dropped my line, and I took off real fast

or power walked, to that tree over there.

And when I looked back

he had pulled up his gun, real casual.

And boom, he shot him.

So do you know the guy that got shot?

He's been fishing the same spot for years.

Keeps to himself. He's driven that heap of shit

as long as he's been coming here too.

You took your time.

Um... And, uh, uh...

did you get a good look at the shooter?

Looks like the victim was shot with a .308

before escaping the scene. The shooter went after him.

- Do we have IDs on any of them? - That's your job.

Batty's team are on the shooter.

Search and rescue are on the victim's blood trail.

I need an ID on both those guys ASAP.

You're driving Deb.

You can drive, can't you, Detective?

Ah, yes, Sarge.

I'll be dreaming of that face

for the rest of my life, and not in a good way.

Okay.

Anyone here?

It's Milan... the principal.

Hey, Gala, can you run the victim's license plate, please?

That's Tango, X-ray, Tango, 3-3-2.

Say again.

Aaron Jackman, 23 Oamaru Road.

Copy. Thanks.

That's Uncle Tricky's place.

One of his flatmates?

Hey, Tits.

Can you get these to the Sarge? And... we're just gonna head off

- and confirm the victim's identity. - Righto.

And please don't let anyone touch this ute.

Of course.

I knew I recognized it.

I... I saw Uncle Tricky driving it the other day at Nicole's crash.

- Shit. - Right.

Anyone here?

Kia ora, Uncle Principal.

- Hey, what are you doing here? - My job.

I'm a working man, you know, Uncle.

I clean the staff room every morning

so the caretaker can have breakfast with his whānau.

Want me to make you a mean as coffee? It's real instant.

Did you hear the news this morning?

Nah, I don't listen to that stuff.

Only to my songs.

Yeah.

Yeah, a coffee would be good. Thank you.

Thank you, Tookie.

Um, it's just a... just a test.

Those alert things freak me out.

Oh, I just...

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

Just... it's the thing and...

Victim's hoody. There you go.

All right, guys, listen up. It's an all-clear.

I want you guys to stay at least 30 meters

behind AOS lines at all times.

Any sign from them or me, hit the ground.

- Got that? - Yep.

Let's move out.

All right. Here we go.

- This way. - Ay.

So... how do you... how do you get in?

Matua Clifford unlocks the door for me.

He gives me 20 bucks for doing this job for him.

Ah, every day?

Nah, a week. I'm not a rip-off.

Where is everyone?

Uh... You, uh... You didn't read the notices.

There's no school.

- It's a... it's a holiday. - No way.

Yeah.

I guess I won't be getting paid for today then.

I better go home.

No, wait. Actually, no. Wait. I...

I could use your help. Yeah.

I've got some jobs that need doing around here.

Five bucks?

I don't know. Yeah, okay. You're on.

Yeah.

- Are we gonna talk about yesterday? - Yeah.

Uh... I don't want you to...

- get the wrong... idea. - No--

Because, I mean, there isn't anything between us anymore.

I know that.

It happened a long time ago when we were both...

Young. We were--

Really young. That was... I know that.

- But just 'cause we... Yeah-- - I love Milan.

I didn't mean for it to come out like--

- Stop the car. - Don't do that.

- Just pull over, Mihi. - Deb.

Deb.

- Deb. - Just...

Amo case. Okay.

Hey, boss, I think we found the shooter's car.

Yep, I'll send you the location.

Hey, Gala. Can you track down the owner of a Silver Ford EcoSport?

License plate: Juliet, Yankee, Whiskey, One, Six, Four.

Yeah... yeah. We're on our way there now. Okay.

Keith's on his way to guard it, so...

Are you okay?

Uh...

No.

But yeah, come on.

We got a shooter to find. Let's go.

Would you be able to offer the public

a description of the shooter?

The offender is described in his early 50s

pale complexion and thinning hair.

Rest assured, my men will find the offender and bring him in.

They're a highly trained group.

We'll inform you when the lockdown is over.

Until that time, stay indoors and listen for updates.

And we are asking for sightings

of missing local man, Aaron Jackman.

We have grave concerns about Mr. Jackman

who was last seen at Awa Mamuku at the time of the shooting.

Anyone who has seen him today

please contact the police urgently.

And just a reminder, the town is in full lockdown.

All schools and businesses will remain closed

until I give the all-clear. Thank you.

Just had a call from the motels.

A guy fitting the description of the shooter

checked in the night before last.

Is he there now?

Well, Barney offered to go and look...

Tell him to maintain obs from a distance. We're on our way.

I'll leave some of my team here to cover the search.

- Boys, we're on the move. Let's go. - Come with me.

So your flatmate, Aaron, left in his ute this morning

and you haven't heard from him since.

Is that correct?

Yep.

Do either of you remember what he was wearing or...?

A green hoodie and black pants.

Hey, we got confirmation on the victim, boss.

Yeah, it's Aaron Jackman, 23 Oamaru Road.

Early 50s, green hoodie.

- What's happened to him? - Um...

Well, a man fitting Aaron's description

was shot this morning at Mamuku.

- Is he dead? - He took off into the bush

and Search and Rescue are looking for him now.

You find the shooter?

- Not yet. - Know who he is?

No, but we have a lead.

No, just do as you're told and stay inside.

Just, no.

You track down the owner of that car yet?

Ah, yeah. It's just in now. One Jason Bouzaid.

He's got an Auckland address. I'll send you the details now.

Find out everything you can about him.

I'll call Auckland and get them to check the address.

Yeah.

Julian.

Copy that.

All right, listen up.

The injured man's name is Aaron Jackman.

Is that his?

- Yeah. We just got confirmation. - Excellent.

Come on. Got it.

Good girl. Where's your seek? Ready, go!

- Police. - Clear.

Bathroom is empty!

- Clear, boss. - No, exit is clear!

- Can't stop - Can't stop

Can't stop the motion

- Can't stop - Can't stop

Can't stop the motion

- Can't stop - Can't stop

Can't stop the motion

- Can't stop - Can't stop

Can't stop, so

Turn me up one time, hurry up

Gonna jump inside, already know

- Can't stop - Can't stop

Can't stop the motion

Mister Haddid, catch.

Votes in they say I'm the flyest

Give me the slingshot I'll take down Goliath

We the in crowd, we ain't no...

Too easy.

Hey.

Put those back, Morgan.

That's for Aaron when he comes home.

Uncle, did Aaron have anyone

who may have had a grudge against him?

He didn't mention any run-ins with anyone?

No.

At the pub, when he was driving, nothing?

Look at me.

Look, Aaron could have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But Uncle, if this is personal

the shooter could know where he lives.

I hope the bastard does come looking for him.

I'll be waiting.

No... no. If you see or hear anything

you gotta call us, okay?

Don't do anything stupid.

Yeah. We're gonna send someone around to keep an eye on this place.

We don't want your lot round here.

No offense, niece.

Okay. Well, just... stay inside.

Keep the doors locked until you get the all-clear

- all right? - Mm-hmm.

Be safe.

Sarge. Yeah?

Okay. Copy that.

That the boss?

Yeah, well, the car you found.

The owner was from Auckland

and he gave it to his brother months ago.

They're trying to track him down now.

Good... Good.

Good. Good girl.

Look up.

Look up.

Look up.

Fuck.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

Um, this way.

You shouldn't come in here, Uncle.

I need to wash my hands.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Wasn't me.

I can't even spell Haddad...

or that other word.

Took, are you nearly finished?

Nah, it's a slow one, Uncle.

Sorry, Uncle.

Um, Tookie, can you slide your phone out to me?

I'm not using it though.

I know that. Could you just slide your phone out?

- Why? - Just do it.

Back inside now.

Guys, remember I told you to stay inside your camper

until the guy's been caught?

Just-- Is that okay? If you just stay inside.

- Yeah. Thank you so much. - Excuse me.

- Appreciate that. That's-- - Hi.

- Thank you. - Sorry, are you Dawn?

Bloody tourists.

You'd think they don't have shooters over there.

Right. Yeah. Hey, look. We've been trying to get in touch with you.

Yeah. I've been trying to keep these guys in their vehicles.

- And I've got the kids home. - Uh-huh.

- 'Cause the lockdown. - Yeah, right.

Guys, can you just please stay in the house?

You should probably be inside the house, for sure.

Yep, that's right.

Okay.

So, look, Dawn, this is really urgent, okay?

Have you hired out a silver Ford EcoSport

license plate JYW164?

Yeah.

That's actually a family car I ended up with.

Hey, I'm gonna need information on that car right now, Dawn.

- Okay? - Yeah, sure.

- Like, right now. - Oh, yeah.

- Sure. Come on in. - Yeah... yeah. Great.

Yeah, all right. Noted. Okay.

- Hey, boss. - What?

I've got heaps of locals getting in touch

whinging about the lockdown, and wanting to go outside.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Don't they know there's someone wandering around with a loaded gun?

And it seems that Aaron is a very unpopular bloke.

Most of them are telling me

they want to shake the hand of the guy who shot him.

Yeah. Well, I'm getting loads of that on social media as well.

Why? What has he done?

Well, he's one of these slum landlords, right?

So he buys up all these rundown houses around the country

charges like a bull, won't fix a thing

even if it gets dangerous

and then the minute somebody is late on their rent

he throws them onto the street.

Aaron has made himself a lot of enemies.

Right. Where's Deb and Mihi?

I'll... I'll track 'em down.

Was he on his own?

- Yeah. Well, I think so. - Okay.

Did he say why he was coming to town?

The guy who rented the car?

Yeah.

Not that I remember.

Well, how did he seem?

- What do you mean? - Like, what was his mood like?

Normal, I guess.

Here it is.

Yeah, he was a walk-in, day before yesterday.

Paid with his credit card.

Kelvin Crayford.

4 Plantain Road, Northcote, Auckland.

Great. Thank you.

Hey, do you want a photo of him from his driver's license?

Yes, please.

Okay, 'cause I can get that.

Do you want me to print it or...

Yes.

Print. How do I print?

Don't worry. Actually, do you know what?

Can you just leave it? Leave it on that page, right there.

And then what I'm gonna do is...

I'm just gonna...

Amazing. Thank you so much, Dawn.

Oh, you think this guy's the shooter?

Yeah.

Jesus.

Hi, Anika. It's Constable Deb Brighton here.

I took your witness statement this morning about the shooting.

Hey, I'm gonna message you a picture

and if you recognize him, can you call back?

Do you know what? Actually

even if you don't recognize him, can you call me back?

Great. Thank you.

I'm sorry.

What I said to you this morning, it was... brutal.

Brutal.

But do you know what, Mihi? Like, you can keep being brutal.

You can keep saying to me, "It's over for you"

and keep saying that to yourself

but I remember what we had

and I know what happened between us

yesterday in the cave.

And I know you, Mihi.

I know you

- and that's something-- - Yeah, I know that you know me.

And that's why you need to stop.

Please.

Brighton.

Hold on.

Anika, I'm gonna put you on speakerphone.

Wait there.

I said, that's him, all right?

- That's the shooter. - You sure?

A thousand percent.

Thank you, Anika. We will be in touch.

The girls have identified him. Lives in Auckland.

Arrived night before last, picked up a car from Dawn's rental.

- Any connection to the victim? - You tell me.

- Sarge. - Mihi.

Can the two of you find out everything you can about this guy?

Deb. With me.

Shut the door.

Look, I don't have time for this, but I need to know about

the lesbian seagull incident yesterday.

More specifically

you need to tell me if you and Mihi are in a relationship.

And before you answer that

you should know I can't have that happening at work

or I'd be obliged to report it up the line.

No.

Boss, it's just a song that...

No. No.

There is nothing between Mihirangi and me.

Okay.

Good work on finding the shooter's car, by the way.

Thanks. Any sign of the victim yet?

No, the dog's lost scent crossing the river.

- And no sign of the shooter? - Nothing.

Copy.

Yeah, no, it's okay.

Ooh. Hey.

They managed to get hold of the shooter's ex-wife.

Mihi's talking to her now.

Cherie, this is Constable Brighton.

- Hi, Cherie. How's it going? - Okay.

But you still haven't told me what this is about.

Is Kelvin dead?

We have reason to believe

Kelvin may have shot someone earlier this morning

a man by the name of Aaron Jackman.

Does that name have any--

So Kel finally gave that bastard what he deserved, eh?

Why do you say that?

Because Aaron ripped Kelvin off

to the tune of about half a million bucks.

Kel never got over it.

I mean, who would, right?

- Is he gone? - Yeah. All-clear.

Go left. A bit left.

I mean, right. Go right.

Sorry, Uncle. I'm a bit stressed out.

No, it's okay, Tookie.

You... you're doing good. Okay?

That's it. Now hit it.

Yeah.

Okay. Let's go. Let's go. Okay, go.

- There's a lot of blood. - I'll bring the car around the back.

All right.

Keep pressing down on that bullet wound.

I don't wanna hurt you or your mate, but I will if I have to.

- What do you want? - I'm here for Aaron.

You're too late. He's gone.

Bullshit.

Well, come on, then. See for yourself.

Hey! Hey!

Shh.

That's not Aaron.

I told you, he's gone.

He's dead.

Who's that, then?

Bob.

Are you telling me I shot the wrong man?

Yep.

Well, he's not breathing.

- Correct. - No, I mean him.

Shit.

Bob. Bob.

- Let's get him on the floor. - Come on.

Bob?

- Bob? - Bob?

Bob? Say something.

Bob.

You all right, Bob?

- It's me, Maddy. - Maddy...

You've lost a lot of blood.

I've patched you up, and you're gonna be all right.

This nice man just gave you a unit of his blood.

- Thanks. - It's the least I could do.

It was me who shot you.

He thought you were Aaron, Bob.

You looked exactly like him.

Which, to be fair, you did.

Maddy, did you have to give me his blood?

Oh, trust me, it was a better match than Jackson's.

You boys take this one and get him a cup of tea and a biscuit.

So, here he is looking away from camera

with his cap pulled down.

- That's Aaron, right? - Uh-huh.

And bank records show he's taking money from his account.

Now, I have plenty of full frontals

dating back four, even three years ago.

Mm-hmm. But nothing recent, apart from this

- which is so obviously fake. - And you're sure it's fake?

Oh, yeah.

My five year old could do a better Photoshop.

So, sorry, what are you trying to say?

You think someone's impersonating Aaron.

- Yeah. - How long?

I don't know. A year? Maybe two?

Well, that raises a hairy question, doesn't it?

Who did Kelvin shoot, Aaron or his impersonator?

Well, let's go pay your uncle another visit

- I reckon, eh? - Shot, Gala.

No worries.

- Do you want that? I don't... - No, thank you.

You okay there, e hoa?

Here, have one of these. They might help.

Ta. Probably not.

I've got cancer, terminal.

Think he's... gonna be okay?

Maddy will look after him. She looks after all of us.

It's in her nature, being a vet and all.

Think I owe you an explanation.

I think we owe you one, too.

Hello?

Oh, they must have gone to look for Aaron.

Well, they seemed pretty cut up about him.

They seem to be the only ones who are.

How can one man make so many enemies?

By being a complete asshole, apparently.

Hey.

We can do this, right?

Uh... Well, I mean, we don't have a search warrant

but I feel like under the circumstances--

No, I mean... I mean us, Deb.

We can still work together, right?

Of course we can.

Aaron and me were work mates.

We shared a sweepstake.

He bought the tickets, I paid him cash for my half.

Did it every week for three years.

Then we won the jackpot

One million bucks.

But Aaron produced a second ticket

said that one was ours

and claimed the winning ticket for himself.

A rat bag. There's no other word to describe him.

And you're not the only person to find that out.

Ask anyone who's lived in one of his rentals.

Man had a very ugly w airua.

Dark.

So tell me, what... what'd he do to you?

Not me.

My Jess.

He killed her.

She brought a bone inside the house.

He kicked her. He kicked her so hard...

So you killed Aaron.

Yeah, I can understand that. Anyone would.

Yeah, that's not what happened.

Boss?

Right.

Yep, okay. Okay.

Copy that.

Can you just pull over?

- Why? - Just-- I need to tell you something

and I just don't want you to be driving when I do.

- Now, tell me. - Okay.

Milan's fine.

- What happened to him? - He's at the school.

The shooter has been there. Okay, so just stop... stop.

Mihi, Mihi.

So, you're telling me... it was an accident?

Yeah, but we knew the cops wouldn't see it that way.

Yeah, afterwards, we decided we'd pay the bills

just to buy some time to figure out what to do.

We all knew he had this little

password book he always carried with him.

That's when we discovered

he had over a million bucks in his bank account.

Yeah, well, half of that was mine.

Then we discovered he had all these old houses

all over the country.

Pohara folk like us living in them.

And he kept their letters asking him to fix the plumbing

or help them get rid of the mold on the walls

and he never lifted a royal finger

to help a single one of them.

So we decided he would help them out.

We just had to pretend he was still alive.

So we could do it for him.

Bob looked most like him, so he did the impersonating.

He had four friends on Facebook

so I had my work cut out for me there.

Don't get us wrong.

We all had our dark moments of the soul

about the man dying like that.

So what did you do with the body?

You cremated him?

Well, it's called a "retort", actually.

Did you know that?

I'm just gonna go check on...

Are you all right, Tricky?

Yeah, mate.

That was fun.

- Milan. - Deb.

We're gonna take Tookie home.

Cool.

- You all right, Tooks? - Hey, good job today.

Don't forget, you owe me $5.

I'll transfer you.

Gonna turn the lights on?

Oh, yeah.

Roger's gonna take you home for a debrief, okay?

I don't need anyone to take me home.

It's protocol, babe.

Yeah.

I didn't realize you hurt your arm.

It's just shoulder.

Yeah, well, I hope you feel better soon.

You too, man.

Once they find out I was impersonating Aaron

we're all gonna be prime suspects in his disappearance.

No blame on you, e hoa.

Engari, the game's up for us.

We all knew it couldn't last forever.

We did some good work with that money of his, didn't we?

Truth is, we made a better version of Aaron

than he ever managed his own self.

I'm sorry that I stuffed this up.

I wish I could do something to make it right.

You know what, e hoa ma?

Maybe you can do something to help us

and maybe we can help you

with that last item on your bucket list.

Aaron, when you were alive, you were a prick.

So then I hid the rental car in the bushes

followed Aaron back to the fishing spot

and shot him.

- He took off. - Did you find him?

Well, I found him, and I finished him off.

So what did you do with the body?

- See, that I can't tell you. - Why won't you tell us, Kelvin?

Aaron ripped me off for half a million bucks.

I came here intending to kill him, and I did.

That's all I'm saying.

- Lock me up. - Your sentence will be lighter

if you just help us recover the body.

Six years, 60 years, it's all the same to me.

I'm not gonna last a couple of months.

So...

What was this anonymous act of kindness

you performed, Kelvin?

Anonymous acts of kindness...

...should remain anonymous.

I don't think Kelvin shot Aaron.

Kelvin shot someone, but it wasn't Aaron.

Well, I guess we find his body, and it's fresh-ish

then we know that Kelvin's telling the truth.

And what if we don't?

Then we put pressure on the flatmates

to try and tell us what really happened.

Maybe we can get them to turn against each other.

One of them's gotta crack at some point.

I know one stubborn old bugger that won't crack.

Thanks.

We should talk. I--

I'll see you tomorrow. Okay?

Hey...

If you get even the tiniest scratch on my car, I know where you live.

Call me the fool that I am

And I will not complain

Can't keep my thoughts to myself

My words and my mouth Yeah, I take the blame

And call me the fool that I am

And don't you hesitate

I make my mistakes

But that's just what It takes to navigate

So call me the fool that I am If you're not the same

So call me the fool that I am

Call me the fool that I am

Call me the fool that I am And lay it to rest