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Not as much funny in the conventional sense, but you know had elements of

irony which we all know are a powerful component of comedy not funny in the

conventional sense, but

Comedy from a Greek word,

Comedia.

Comedia. That's good. That's Greece. That's nice. Very good.

Greece, of course, is the home of tragedy.

Greece, yes. On the Meridian, 25 degrees east of Greenwich, home of Copernicus.

Tragic irony, of course, is the root of Greek heroes like Achilles, who had

problems with his calves.

No way.

Okay. Okay.

Wait. What was that?

What?

An ECT machine.

Didn't know those things were actually powerful enough to kill anyone.

Well, whoever was administering wasn't mucking around.

Tricky, though.

Given this building seems to have no electricity.

Mike?

What's your first or last name, do you think?

Jacob Deschler.

The ex-superintendent. There was an article in the Courier a few months ago.

He's only recently out of prison.

How far away is that generator?

We need some more light in here.

You're not going to have one of your little chats?

No. Let's get Gina in.

Somebody demolished the front door lock.

One of them?

No, they said they came in through the back.

There's a loose piece of iron teenagers use to sneak around looking for a place

to, you know, canoodle.

Canoodle.

Just using the boss's language.

I thank you for my chair in the corner the rest of the time.

This place is a hideout for teenagers to come here, play drinking games and...

Canoodle.

I myself may have visited once or twice to... Canoodle.

This place gives me the... Baby jibbies.

You do speak my language.

Okay. Let Gina do her thing, then lock this place down till morning.

I'll sort the next I can.

Hey.

Check this out.

I used to come here and play spookers.

Hiding out in different rooms, seeing who could freak each other out the most.

Hiding in cupboards, that sort of thing.

As a man of steel, I always won.

Couldn't be freaked.

I'm not here.

Not here.

It's all right.

We're police.

It's okay. Yeah, we're here.

We're here to help.

I need light to study the stiff.

Just a mouse.

Tiny, tiny mouse.

Fiona addition yes detective senior sergeant Mike Shepard may I come in

She's

barely spoken a word all we know is her name is Lulu and she seems to think

she's a mouse She's asked to see her doctor Amy Kurnow she's on her

way You believed she was in the building the entire time?

Seems that way.

Teenagers didn't see anyone else arrive after they called in the body.

Okay.

Talk to me about Deschler.

Jacob Deschler, 65 years old.

When Brokenwood Downs was closed in 1995 as a state-run asylum, he lost his job

as superintendent.

Left the district for a while, then returned in 2008 and reopened it as a

private treatment centre.

It was renamed the Dishler Clinic and touted itself as providing revolutionary

treatments for the mentally unwell.

Check this out from an interview promoting his business.

Sooner we start treating mental illness as we would any other illness as an

infection, sooner we can get these people back on their feet.

Is it true the Dishler Clinic is using electroconvulsive therapy?

Of course. If your loved one was ill, wouldn't you want them to have the best

methods available?

That and other bespoke treatments.

The guy was clearly a charlatan.

And yet many wealthier families gallably bought into it and brought their loved

ones here to find a miracle cure.

But his practices came under scrutiny when a patient called Tom Somerset died

under his care.

Why do I know that name?

He's the novelist and poet who wrote Three Islands Home.

Right. Always meant to read that.

So the place closed down in 2011.

And Dishler faced a trial but was acquitted of manslaughter.

Though he did serve seven years for a variety of charges, including...

Torture. He was released four months ago.

Thanks. First point.

Dishler's wife, Fiona, knew he was going up there.

He was invited up there last night.

To Brokenwood Downs? The clinic, yes.

By who?

He said some journalist wanted to interview him, hear his side of the

story, now that he was out of prison.

Do you know their name?

No. Their publication?

No.

Did he receive the invitation via email or text? A call, did he say?

No, my husband didn't have a phone.

Nor did he write anything down.

Unusual for a medical professional.

After the trial, he decided not to write anything down, believing it could be

used against him.

I told him not to go.

But he did.

So, Fiona knew he was there. And this Lulu was potentially there, depending on

time of death.

So, the ex-superintendent of a controversial mental health clinic is

found dead.

Apparently electrocuted by an ECT machine with a baggage tag attached to

his foot, labelling him torturer.

Allegedly invited to a former workplace by an unnamed journalist.

An ambush to execute a revenge killing?

Complete with party balloons.

But... How does someone get electrocuted in a building with no electricity?

I have a team tracking down all local mobile generators for hire.

Good.

In the meantime, work up a list of all the ex-patients of the Deschler Clinic

and the family of Tom Somerset, or anyone else who had to grudge against

them. I'll try and track down the journalist.

Somerset. Amy Curnow?

Oh, I've got this.

Dr Curnow.

DSS Mike Sheppard. Actually, it's just Amy. I'm not a doctor. I'm a

psychotherapist.

My apologies.

Come through.

Lulu?

It's Amy.

Lulu isn't here.

Just a mouse. Just an ordinary little mouse.

Well, remember I'm afraid of mice.

Can I speak to Lulu instead?

Do you have any cheese?

Cheese?

I'll see what I can do.

Just taking the cheese.

It'll be for the mouse.

Lulu, do you know where you are?

Yes.

And who this is?

He's a policeman.

Can he talk to Lulu?

Yes.

Lulu, last night you were found up at Brokenwood Downs.

How long had you been there?

Three months.

Three months? No.

Six weeks.

No.

Two and a half weeks.

Is that mouse ears?

That's about four hours.

Dark Angel came.

Are you sure?

Dark Angel killed the man, killed the cleanser.

You finish your cheese and we'll get a cup of tea, all right?

Mouse sometimes...

Sometimes drink tea.

So, Deschler required his patients to call him the cleanser? It tied in with

his quackery. It was based on the belief that all the many types of mental

illness were something that could be cleansed.

Like a bacterial infection?

It was really just an excuse for him to exercise his notorious methods.

And the Dark Angel?

Supposedly a black hooded figure that appeared to the patients when it was

believed they were holding on to bad thoughts.

So when Lulu says the Dark Angel killed the cleanser, she saw an actual person

in the room?

Well, several ex-patients from the clinic tell the same story, and they all

suffer from some form of trauma because of it. So it could be more a perceived

threat than actual?

The power of suggestion can evoke hallucinations in the minds of people

who are vulnerable.

Do you think we can get that statement now?

I can but try.

Oh, God.

This is very unlike her.

Any idea where she might have gone?

Detective, do I have patient privacy issues here?

Miss Curnow, Lulu is a person of interest who needs to be spoken to.

Given she was found at the scene of the crime, the sooner the better.

I have her home address on a file back at my office.

Lulu's gone AWOL. Put out a 10-1 with an approach with caution.

Oh, Jeanette.

Potential killer mouse.

OK, what have we got?

The power company are adamant that no power has been supplied to the

Brokenwood Downs building in over seven years.

Of the 40 patients treated by Deschler between 2008 and 2011, 29 reside in

secure clinics down country.

Five are deceased and four reside in the community.

Lulu, a Barnaby Buchanan, hop along Cassie. Wait, is that the woman who

wears strange tights and wanders the streets?

Hopping. Yeah, Cassie Seymour. She seems harmless enough.

And, no surprises, Christopher Kramer.

Bag's not... Nope, too slow. He's all yours.

And two others, Jeremy Manoring and Nigel Smyth, have yet to be located.

Gina. Mike, I am very disturbed.

I know for a fact you've seen a lot worse than this.

No, this is not disturbing.

I saw a stand-up comedian last night at the Todden Lion.

Kiwi humor sometimes is difficult to understand.

But this man was not funny at all.

It's where his gastrocnemius centers.

I had more fun doing autopsy on Russian serial killers.

Right.

So what do I need to know here?

Firstly, note the scorch marks on the temples.

Indicating a massive current.

Yes. Secondly, a contusion on the back of the neck.

suggesting Mr.

Deschler was trapped with an object that broke the skin. Might account for how he

got on the guinea.

You haven't asked me about time of death.

I know to wait until after the post-mortem. You don't like to guess.

But perhaps I already know.

Down to the exact minute.

Okay, so what is it?

Wouldn't you like to know?

I will confirm after I've had a good look inside.

Yes.

Long time no see. I'm okay with that.

You were a patient of the Deschler Clinic in 2010?

I can neither confirm nor deny.

Oh, I know you were there.

Knowledge is subjective.

You may think you know something, only to have it disproved.

Your name is on the official register. Oh, and who wrote that?

You testified in the Deschler court case.

My time there was a mistake.

It was an orchestrated conspiracy to shut down my ideas. Look, I'm not here

to debate that.

Jacob Deshlaw was found dead last night.

Oh.

So he dies, and you come straight to me. You know that? It's called persecution.

Um, no, it's called making inquiries.

Well, it had nothing to do with me.

Your whereabouts last night?

I was at the Toad and Lion.

So the publican Ray Nielsen would be able to verify that?

Is Ray Nielsen an observant person?

If yes, then I'll be shown to be a truthful person who deals in factual

statements. If not, I'll be accused of murder all because of a publican's lack

of observational skills.

Never mentioned anything about murder.

Just that he was found dead.

Where were you prior to the totem line?

At home. Sorry, all this data needs collating.

Can you hear that?

What? That deep hum resonating from the centre of the earth.

No. I bet Ray Nielsen couldn't either.

I can hear the Brokenwood FM with a forecast.

They're jamming me again.

They're messing with my frequencies.

I'll be in touch if you have any further questions.

Hi, is this Barnaby Buchanan?

Yes.

It's Detective Kristen Sims.

I'm making some inquiries in relation to Jacob Dishler, and I wondered if...

Oh.

Oh. Um, Barbie Buchanan?

Yes.

Detective Chris and Sandy, they called earlier. Oh, yes, we must have been cut

off.

Possibly. I'm just leaving work.

Five minutes.

My wife's expecting me, so I need to get back before it rains. So maybe we could

just do this another time. It doesn't look like rain outside. But you never

know.

Five minutes. By all means, call your wife if you like.

All right.

This is my office. This is where I work.

What is your line of work? I'm a mathematician. I have to solve that

equation.

Isn't this the Ryman equation?

Yes. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.

Hi, honey.

Yes. No.

No. Everything's fine.

And yourself?

Good.

I'm just going to be a little bit later tonight.

Okay. All right. Well, I'll see you in a little bit.

Okay.

Okay, okay, bye.

Now, what can I do for you, Miss Sims?

Jacob Deschler was found dead last night.

I see, that's bad.

We're just following up with some people who were under his care.

You went to the Deschler Clinic from 2009 to 2010?

I was, after a car accident left me with a case of post-traumatic stress.

But that's all in the past now.

Would you say that your time at the Dessler Clinic was helpful?

Absolutely not.

My time there was a mistake. My family forced me into it. They overreacted. Are

you sure it's not going to rain?

Maybe just a shower.

I hope not.

Can I ask you where you were last night?

Where I was?

I was at the Toad and Lion.

Watching a comedian.

What time did you get to the pub?

Maybe 9.30.

And before that?

I was having dinner with my wife.

So you left work and went home, then you went to the Tone Lion.

Betty and I, we took a stroll before dark.

Okay. Great.

Do you mind if I give Betty a quick call just to verify that?

Now? Yeah.

She's probably going to be in the garden, so she's not going to hear you.

I need to get back before it starts to rain, so... Sure.

Well, can you just get Betty to give me a call?

I will.

Pass that on.

Thanks.

It would seem that all roads lead to the toad and lion.

I remember Barnaby arriving just before the show started.

He was in quite a state.

He'd got wet.

I need a towel.

I need a towel. I need a towel.

Really need a towel.

Chris Kramer was stressing out.

Look, we're late, but we're here now, all right? We're here now.

All right.

Take it easy.

He needn't have worried. This Manders bloke was half an hour late for his own

show.

What time do you call this? Showtime.

Hi,

good evening.

My name's Gerry Manders.

A funny thing happened to me on the way to the show tonight, although not funny

in the conventional sense.

And I'm confident nothing funny happened to him on the way to the show, or

anywhere, ever.

Gerry Manders is comedy deaf.

I've booked him for three nights. It's a complete disaster.

I mean, the title doesn't exactly scream comedy.

I've never heard of this guy.

Well, neither had I, but he called me and said he was on tour.

I checked his website.

Great reviews.

That's the last time I ever trust reviewers.

They must have all been on the wacky-backy.

But you said Barnaby Buchanan was laughing, though.

And Chris Craymore and Cassie Seymour.

Seriously, it was like one flew over the bloody cuckoo's nest in here. And they

all arrived together.

I believe so, yes.

Can you tell the detective how he came to be locked in the cupboard at Broken

Wood Dove?

Went to a party.

There were balloons.

And the dark angel came.

I had to hide.

Were there other people at this party?

My friends were there.

Then they left, so I came out.

Of the cupboard?

To see if he was dead.

Then people came.

I had to hide.

It was screaming.

It didn't like it.

Before this, you saw the Dark Angel?

But you saw the Dark Angel kill Mr. Detchler?

Heard it.

Only heard it.

If you only heard it, how are you sure that it happened?

Because they said so.

He was meant to apologise, not die.

We have to say the Dark Angel did it. They'll never believe that. Bing dong,

the witch man is dead. They're going to put us back here. Bing dong, the witch

man is dead. Shut up, Cassie.

They?

Who were these people you overheard?

Cassie, Barnaby, Christopher.

Nice people.

None of them are cats.

How did you know about this party?

I was sent an invitation.

Do you still have this invitation? I'd like to read it. I ate it.

It said to eat it.

My seat paper.

What did this invitation say?

There'll be a party.

Jacob would apologise for all the bad things.

I knew he had that in his heart.

I loved him.

How can I be sure that that is true, not a fantasy?

With Lulu, that's as good as it gets.

Is there something else?

When people come to me, they talk in confidence.

Well, what about when they're a mouse?

Miss Kuno, I'm dealing with a homicide.

Lulu wasn't simply an ex-patient.

She was Deshler's ex-wife.

Detective Sims?

Yes, hello, this is Betty Buchanan.

Oh, hi, Betty, thanks for calling.

Yes, my husband was with me last night until about 9pm, then he went to a show,

bye.

According to Lulu, an actual party took place at Brokenwood Downs. This is

perhaps verified by the decorations.

She says the party included Barnaby Buchanan,

Cassie Seymour, and our old friend

Christopher Kramer.

Both Chris and Barnaby were seen at the Toad and Lion.

And both said prior to that they were at home.

Lulu is also, as verified by Amy Kernow, a fantasist.

Her notion of a party could simply be informed by the presence of balloons

rather than anything she actually experienced.

But why would there be signs and balloons otherwise?

Perhaps she put them up herself.

Fingerprints got nothing off any of it. What about mouse prints?

I mean, this whole pretending to be a mouse thing is a little convenient,

don't you think?

Species dysphoria. Apparently it's real.

It's a type of clinical lycanthropy.

Amy Kernow is not the only one with a psych degree.

Hopalong Cassie was also seen at the Tone Lion.

But, interestingly, she hasn't been seen wandering around the streets lately.

We can't locate her.

I'll put out another 10-1.

Of note also, Lulu is Deschler's first wife.

Prior to Lulu being treated at the clinic, she had no existing mental

health issues.

Why was she committed?

Deschler had found a companion in his new favourite nurse, Fiona.

This is way of getting her sidelined. Oh my god, they gaslighted her.

Set her on fire.

No, gaslighting is the process of making someone believe they're crazy when

they're not, to such a point that they do actually go mad.

Gives her a strong motive.

Did Gina confirm a cause of death?

Electrocution, which again raises the issue of a power source.

Someone got some serious voltage into that building.

And at precisely 8.26pm.

You know this how?

I can confirm. Time of death was 8.26 p.m.

That's very precise.

It stopped when the massive charge fried the battery.

Don't mention it.

Let's cut to the chase, Mr. Buchanan.

Your wife...

called me last night verifying that you were at home prior to going to the Toad

and Lion.

And yet a witness has you up at Brokenwood Downs.

So can you clarify exactly where you were and when?

A witness?

Who?

I can't say.

I think it's very unlikely that my wife called you.

Because she's very shy Because English is so bad. It's a second language if you

will and how do you explain that? I received the call at 5 20 p.m. And the

call came from your phone Perhaps you

made the call posing as your wife To mislead me into thinking you were

somewhere you weren't I Think that's a bit odd might explain it

Or perhaps I was just simply translating what she was trying to say to me.

Yes, actually, I think that is what happened.

Okay, Mr. Buchanan, I do need to speak to Betty in person, so can I have your

address, please?

We live out on Burke's Line.

And the best time to catch her?

Now. She'll definitely be home now.

Thank you.

Christopher. Detective.

Jerry Manders.

Detective Constable Brain.

Detective. That's funny.

Why's that?

I'm a comedian.

Yeah, no, I'm aware.

Well, I was in the park and I met this man who was at my show and then now you

turn up. As a comedian, I'm acutely aware of raw elements of comedy when

they arrive.

Out of the ether.

From where all elements originate.

Um, 118 to be precise, on the periodic table.

So, did you know each other?

No, we met today in the park. Today? Just today. Yep.

Well, um, I feel some new material coming on, so thank you for the

inspiration. Uh, there's two detectives walking to a bar, and the camel says, so

why the long face? Mr. Manders, you're orange.

I don't like oranges.

Okay, do you want to rethink your whereabouts before the toad and lion?

Why? My witness has you up at Brokenwood Downs.

Been there from time to time and that doesn't mean anything.

Were you there?

My research takes me uphill and down dale. I follow the meridians and the

humming. Okay, well, did the meridians take you to Brokenwood Downs that night?

I may have passed there on the way to the toad and lion, but if anybody saw

me, it would have been in the context of my research.

Yes or no?

Can't be sure.

Mrs. Buchanan, it's Detective Kristen Sims, Brokenwood CIB.

Mike. Busy?

Oh, yes, I'm currently very busy, wasting my time chasing after Barnaby

Buchanan's phantom wife.

Meet me at Brokenwood Downs.

The team found a brick just here by the door.

It's traces of a blood type that matched Deschler's.

So the offender was improvising?

Oh, familiar with what was on hand at least.

Well, whoever picked the lock certainly went the extra mile.

Deschler had these in his pocket.

He must have expected the door to be locked.

These are patient files.

So much for privacy.

I'm guessing they had to jump ship in a hurry once the Somerset death occurred.

No way anything's coming out of there.

Going back to what you said before about the heebie-jeebies?

Deshlet?

Well,

they're certainly not well worn.

Is this where you found Lulu?

No.

Do the honours.

So much for being locked in.

You'd think she was lying.

With Lulu, it's hard to know what to think.

I'm sorry.

It's an unusual party theme.

Do you think the offender was apologising to Detler for killing him?

courteous approach to murder. Certainly novel.

It's Cassie, isn't it?

I'm Detective Sims. This is DSS Shepherd.

Hello, Cassie. Oh.

The shepherd.

The shepherdess.

And the lamb.

Tchaikovsky's nutcracker.

The marzipan sweet.

Cassie, how did you get in here?

There's a hole in the wall.

Hole in my pocket.

Hole in my head.

You're not her.

Were you expecting someone?

The nurse.

She brings my medicine.

Does this nurse have a name?

Fiona.

Fiona Deshler?

Hmm.

Oops.

Here we go.

When I came to inform you of Jacob's death, it was close to midnight.

You were still up. Had you only recently got home?

I'm a shift worker.

I work at Sunset Manor in the dementia unit.

That must be rewarding.

What? Nursing.

It's a dementia unit.

It's work, since Jacob's takedown needs must.

I understand you previously worked at the Deschler Clinic.

If you had the chance to work with a genius, wouldn't you?

An ex-patient mentioned your name today. We found them in the abandoned building,

awaiting medication.

Who was this?

I'd rather not say.

Cassie Seymour.

Do you meet her at a designated time?

Of course not.

Yet you're aware of it.

Her therapist contacted me.

Cassie had been talking about it and she wanted to know if it was true.

But it's not?

It's the figment of an injured mind.

When was the last time you were up at Brokenwood Downs?

I haven't been back since it closed.

Did Jacob maintain any contact with his first wife?

Lulu, not that I'm aware of.

Even though she was a patient?

No relationship that wasn't professional, and that was a long time

ago.

Even Jacob's talents had their limits when it came to healing.

One other thing, your shift at Sunset Manor, what time did it start?

Midday. And finished?

At 8pm.

After that?

I was with a friend.

Could I know their name?

Why don't I get them to contact you?

I like your clothes.

Yes.

I am a ballerina.

Oh.

I did ballet too, as a kid.

I danced at the Bolshoi.

Hmm.

Okay.

That's impressive.

I guess every little girl wants to dance at the Bolshoi. No.

It's not good.

I had an accident.

I have a hole in my head, see?

Fiona Dishler left work at Sunset Manor at 8pm.

She had time to get broken with Downs. Does she have an alibi?

I'm waiting for it to be corroborated.

Well, Cassie Seymour is asking for Amy Curnow.

Leave it to me.

Oh, she's my witness. I don't mind doing the grunt work.

No, I can do it.

My, my.

Mike is very keen to work with Amy Curnow.

That's interesting.

I know. Is love in the air?

Is that Gerry Manders?

Comedy Monthly, The Daily Joke, Laugh Lines, all these publications from

Gerry's reviews, none of them exist.

No wonder he wasn't funny.

None of these quotes are true?

None.

He had a shocker last night as well.

And a box only has six sides, you know.

A thing is only the sum of its parts.

But the parts in and of themselves are not a thing, you know?

Hardly comedy gold.

I've tried ringing him. He hung up. Do you know where he's staying?

No idea.

But when he turns up for tonight's show, I'll be showing him the door.

Fraud. Before you do, could you give me a heads up?

Are you going to arrest him for crimes against comedy?

It's something else.

Detective Simms.

Long time no see.

Um, you know my uncle's brother's cousin?

We have met.

Hello, Kahu.

So much for finger on the pulse, Bert.

A lot has happened since you've been away.

Yeah, yeah.

Obviously.

What are you up to?

Um, I'm just heading up to Burke's Line to talk to a witness.

Burke's Line?

Out near crazy Barnaby Buchanan's place?

How do you know Barnaby?

Everyone knows Barnaby.

Well, obviously not everyone.

A.K.A. the Rain Man.

He's terrified of the rain.

I did some work up on his house once.

Hey, mate, are you sure there's a leak?

Can't find it.

Drip it.

It's incessant.

Okay, I'll do another test.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Word is it all stems from his time at the Dishler Clinic.

You know about him, right?

Meaning? His wife died in a car accident about ten years ago.

His first wife. No, I'm pretty sure she was his only wife.

Okay, because I'm heading there to talk to her.

I think that's when he lost his marbles, because she didn't really die.

In his mind.

He talks about his wife in the present tense. He talks to her on the phone.

Yeah. Barnaby thinks she's still alive.

But currently in a different form.

I think it's Barnaby's wife, Betty.

Is actually a horse.

Yep.

Thank you, Cassie. That was most enlightening.

Could we have all that?

Carla, could you get Cassie a seat?

Come with me.

Mr. Shipman, I don't mean to be rude. Mike.

Mike. But will I deal in straight talking to get to the heart of things?

Of course.

I can't just drop everything every time these people need advice.

I deal with vulnerable people, and I have a full diary.

Rescheduling my kind of client can cause unnecessary upset.

I understand.

The thing is with the likes of Lulu and Cassie is that they begin to rely on me.

When they need to learn to just wait and breathe and, where possible, think for

themselves.

Even when they think they're a mouse?

Well, the more Lulu is empowered, the more chance she has of rebuilding her

true sense of self.

Point taken.

You're being defensive.

No, no, I'm not.

Well, then, unfold your arms.

Look, Mike.

Forgive me if I'm wrong, but do you find these people threatening, or am I

reading it wrong?

I don't think so.

Well, you have my card.

If you ever want to talk about yourself, just... I will find a way to slot you

in.

Talking to animals isn't unusual.

People do it to pets.

You bet.

Generally, people don't believe their pets are their spouse.

This has got to be a sham.

Okay.

Incoming.

Can I help you?

Mr Buchanan.

I'm here to talk to your wife, Betty, about the other night.

Well, she's just there. You're welcome to ask her.

Okay. Here's the thing.

Look, I didn't choose for my wife to become a horse. It's just one of those

things that life deals you.

I've learned to handle it, but if you can't, then that shouldn't be my

problem.

Yes, honey?

Yeah, she doesn't want to talk to you anyhow.

You've been here a while, and it's making her uncomfortable. So if you're

finished making fun of us, you should go. I'm not here to make fun of you.

I know a conspiracy when I see one.

I've called my brother already.

And your brother is a... My lawyer.

Dennis, Dennis Buchanan.

Oh, good.

Unbelievable.

Detective Sims, huh?

Meet again.

Dennis.

It's important to teach that in situations like this, we just deal with

the facts.

So with me?

My brother was involved in a motor vehicle accident some ten years ago.

A car versus a cat.

Plus a horse fight.

Ready?

Ready?

We need to...

And in that moment, my brother took the soul of his wife, leave her body,

and into that of the horse.

And during his recovery, he became obsessed with locating the mare to the

point where my parents got to raise their souls.

Had him committed to the deathly clinic.

In the hope of a miracle killer.

Which was a mistake.

That place was clearly a torture chamber.

But when it was closed down, I took his recovery into my own hands.

So my parents left him a trust fund.

With the caveat that he must work. Your new office.

Does it leak?

So, Barnaby goes to work and then comes home to Betty every day.

He's like... Most men on the planet.

He does a few days' work for a few days' pay, and then five o'clock, it's, hi,

honey, I'm home.

I'm off!

Hey, why don't you and Benny come round for dinner on Sunday night?

Sounds good.

Um, sorry.

You're having them over for dinner?

Yeah.

A relaxed detective.

They never come.

Barnaby always makes an excuse at the last minute.

What, that his wife has to go to the blacksmith?

Most people write Barnaby off as crazy.

His condition, however, is one of post-traumatic stress, not dealt with

correctly at the time and compounded by his stay at that clinic under the evil

regime of Jacob Deschler.

Look, all right, granted, my brother is eccentric, but he is also completely

harmless.

At the time of Deshler's death, your brother's whereabouts can't be verified.

He tried to pass himself off as Betty on the phone. All I want is a straight

answer.

We're not working.

My brother spends every waking hour with his wife.

It is true love.

So if he wasn't at work, he would have been here.

And yet he said he went for a walk.

A man and his wife.

An evening stroll.

Where's the harm in that?

Therefore, it's possible that he went up to Brokenwood Downs. Why would he do

that?

That place is a cesspit of depravity.

Brains matter, detective.

What? A mental health awareness charity event tomorrow.

I hope to see you there.

Sunny day, spot of cricket, couple of pins and lemonade. What's there not to

like? A little squash.

Nigel Smyth was repatriated to Australia and is now incarcerated in Brisbane's

secure unit.

Jeremy Manoran.

Lives at large in the city. A team down there are trying to locate him, but I

might have a lead on that.

Which leaves the family of Tom Somerset.

Drawn a blank.

Apparently his wife Tina was American-born. She and her daughter Lisa

moved back to Boston after the trial for Tom's death.

Okay, I'll get Hughes onto it.

Tina Somerset, wife of Tom Somerset.

Okay, got it.

I'll get the international boys to talk to him tomorrow.

Thanks. Three Islands home.

It was a great loss to the New Zealand literary landscape.

Died a day after his daughter's 30th birthday, as I recall.

Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow.

What's that?

Coming up for...

Brains matter.

The charity cricket match.

Oh, right.

You doing okay with all this?

Yes, I'm fine.

See you tomorrow.

How'd things go with Amy Curnow?

Uh, good. She really knows her stuff.

Yes. But did you get anything useful out of Cassie Seymour?

Useful? I'm not sure.

Certainly interesting.

I've never had someone dance their interview before.

I think that's the Dark Angel.

The Dark Angel appeared.

And killed Mr. Deshler with... The buddy machine.

And then...

Sorry

Cassie, I think you've lost us.

The Dark Angel drove away.

They drove away?

Yes.

Do you remember what sort of car they had?

Not a car.

A hovercraft.

A black hovercraft.

The Dark Angel has gone.

It was meant to apologise, not die.

We have to say the Dark Angel did it. They'll never believe that. Ding dong,

the Witch Man is dead. They're going to put us back here. Ding dong, the Witch

Man is dead. Shut up, Cassie.

So we have further verification.

Chris Kramer and Buchanan were present. Firstly, Lulu said she heard them say

exactly that. And now Cassie says she was in the room.

But are these witnesses reliable?

I mean, Lulu thinks she's a mouse.

Cassie thinks she danced with a Bolshoi. And Barnaby Buchanan thinks his wife is

a horse.

Except Cassie did dance with a Bolshoi.

What? According to Mrs. Marlow.

She truly was a wonderful ballerina in her day.

You saw her dance?

Oh, yes, at the local hall as a young girl.

I knew her mother, of course. Oh, they were so thrilled when she won a

scholarship to study at the Bolshoi.

And then there was the accident.

That caused a brain injury. Oh, it was such a shame.

They were rehearsing The Nutcracker when the male dancer, by the name of

Dimitri... He dropped her on her head.

That was the end of that.

Okay, so that much is true.

So does this mean Buchanan's wife really is a horse? Look, we're dealing with

challenging witnesses here.

Challenging or impenetrable?

Within all madness, there is a kernel of truth somewhere.

Cassie also mentioned that she received an invitation.

Again, like Lulu.

She destroyed us.

As per the instructions on the invitation.

Which conveniently means that we can't verify these invitations ever existed.

Exactly. So can we assume that this mystery journalist is the same person as

the Dark Angel?

Possibly. Or there was more than one offender.

But what we can accept is that there were four ex-patients were most likely

present at Brokenwood Downs at the time of Deschler's death, 8.26pm.

So it was no coincidence.

And possibly this invitation is part of a collective alibi.

That is my lead. I will catch you guys tomorrow.

Right. I'm on my way.

What do you mean you're cancelling the show?

No more, fella. I'm done.

We agreed to three nights.

I booked a comedian.

You're about as funny as the Old Testament.

What about my audience?

What audience, man?

It's 9 p.m. This should be a full pub, not a mausoleum.

You're racist.

What are you talking about?

This is racial discrimination.

Since when were comedians their own separate race?

Do you?

What the hell?

Hey, hey, hey.

That's enough. Keep him away from me.

I'm going to burn this place down with a variety of combustible goods, including,

but not limited to, kerosene and other flammable liquids.

And two detectives walk into him.

With a camel. There's a battery in camel.

Two mums. Why the long face?

Why the long face?

Jerry, I need you to come down to the station with me.

Why? Because I'm arresting you for disorderly conduct and for threats

against property.

Do you understand?

Do you understand, Jerry?

Would you prefer

Jeremy Manoring?

Ready for that chat now?

You were a patient at the Deshler Clinic, is that correct?

Well, that depends.

You either were or you weren't.

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, you need to talk about it.

My mum put me in there to sort out issues.

That weren't issues.

You know, we talked. I said, Mum, I'm okay.

I just see things differently to you.

She didn't listen.

That's okay. I sorted it out.

She's dead now.

There was joke.

Right. It was comedy. You probably thought that I killed her.

Well, no, but... I didn't.

I'll take your word for it. I wanted to.

She was a frustrating person.

Anyway, in the long run, the Ditchler Clinic was my salvation.

In what way?

Well, that's where I discovered my talent for comedy.

And I left the place.

I had a focus, a calling.

That's my favourite pen.

My girlfriend gave it to me.

It's when I get... Do you want me to...? It's all right. I'll do it later. I'm

not supposed to do that.

Yeah, well, I'll get another.

Well, it's a pretty common model. Not too loud.

Plenty of them around, you know.

Okay, fire it up.

Yeah, not too quiet either.

Well, what do you want it for?

A theory.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I've always found theories go better with a vino.

Why, isn't it? Yeah, I found it when I was digging out the generator from your

first vintage, Coppersfield.

2030 that might be a bit rough around the edges oh there's only one way to

find out eh mike how else would you get

600 volts into a building that's not connected to the grid is this about dead

man dishler yeah remember it's not the volts that kill you it's the amperage so

0.1 to 0.2 amps or 100 to 200 milliamps

Yeah, that'll do.

Do you know about this stuff?

Well, I've always had a passing interest in electrical engineering.

Wee-hee!

Need some rambunctious elements at large in there, Mike.

Very boisterous.

Hey, um... I'll take a look in the morning and see what I can come up with,

eh?

It's good to have you back.

Back at you.

So before your first gig at the Toad & Lion, you were meditating.

Yes, to focus the humour.

In your car?

Yes.

The witness says you were late, about 30 minutes.

Yeah, well, that's the nature of meditating. You lose track of time.

When were you last in Brokenwood?

Um, 2011?

So, having been away for over seven years, you just happened to be in town

the night Jacob Desher was killed?

Yes. It's an incredible coincidence, considering you haven't been back to

Broken Woods since your release from the Deshler Clinic.

I guess it is.

We have witnesses who say they arrived at the Totem Line at the same time as

you. Oh, yes.

Curiously, they were all ex-patients of the clinic too.

That is curious.

And guess where they'd come from?

Bangladesh.

Is that a joke?

No, you asked me to guess.

No, not Bangladesh.

Brokenwood Downs, the place where Jacob Detschler was killed.

Precisely 8.26pm.

Okay. Cassie Seymour, Christopher Kramer, Barnaby Buchanan, they were all

at Brokenwood Downs at a party.

Did they say I was there?

No, they didn't.

There you go then.

But they did say the Dark Angel was.

You know who the Dark Angel is?

Yes.

Coincidentally, the Dark Angel, then, uh... Hooded figure.

Their identity is obscured. Can you see where I'm going with this?

Bangladesh. Not Bangladesh.

Bangladesh is not the answer to any of my questions, Jerry.

All right?

See, that's the thing with coincidence.

It's one of the basic platforms of comedy. Jerry, I am not interested in

your philosophy on the nature of comedy. All I am interested in is your

whereabouts in the hours before your first gig at the Totem Lion.

I was in my car. Meditating.

Yes.

That's Jeremy Manarik. A.K.A. Gerry Manders.

Conveniently back in the district after seven years and yet to verify his

whereabouts at 8.26pm.

What's his alibi?

He was meditating in his car.

Fun of original.

Hang on.

Simon! Sir.

So... Four of these were present when Deschler died.

Still verifying.

Potentially five.

I picked this guy out last night.

There is a strong possibility that he is the Dark Angel.

Okay. Well, added to that, Interpol tracked down Tina Somerset.

She is still in Boston, remarried in 2014.

She fell out with her daughter, Lisa, who didn't improve and always held her

responsible, letting her father be committed to the Deschler clinic.

Now, she took off to Honduras.

to do relief work and hasn't been in touch in over four years.

Something a bit different to all those lyrics about death, divorce and riding

on the range.

Thanks. That accounts for all ex-patients and family members.

Good. Time to get some runs on another board.

DC Breen, are we keen?

Yes, I'm okay.

I'm going to stay here and hold the course.

No, you go.

Keep an ear to the grant.

I've got a few inquiries to make.

Alright, let's do this.

Lulu, what the detective needs to know is if you can recall hearing a certain

sound that night.

You understand?

Does she really need to get into the cupboard?

For the test to work, yes.

You're risking re-traumatising her. Only if she wants to.

Lulu!

Can't hear anything.

Okay, fire it up, Gerard!

Too loud.

Too loud. Too much.

Too much.

Small ears.

Okay, that'll do.

Not a fat.

A couple of car batteries with a condenser and a booster might do it.

Hey, um, can I take their machine?

Go for it.

The horror of it.

I have to get Lulu back.

After that, I have time for a coffee, if you'd like.

Sure. Why not?

Reverend Green, Mayor Bloom, the church and the state, we are honoured.

Good morning. Hey, well done on bringing this all together for another year.

Ah, Brokenwood. A sanctuary of sanity.

That's the aim.

Any reason Mike didn't come?

You need to ask?

Uh, yes.

Well, let's just say all this might be a bit close to home.

You're not at the Brains Matter charity match.

No, I'm around it all day.

Sometimes it's nice to leave it to others.

Aren't the police fielding a team?

They are.

But not you?

No.

So are you any closer to finding a culprit? Am I allowed to ask that?

Yes.

And no.

How does that make you feel?

Frustrated.

I admit our witnesses provide an added set of challenges.

You can call them quite loopy. I won't hold it against you.

What's your opinion of electroconvulsive therapy?

There are studies that in some cases it is mildly beneficial, but never when

it's used punitively.

Do you know someone who experienced it?

No.

Well, possibly. My ex-wife was... She suffered from...

Almond flat white and long black.

You two know each other?

No. Yeah.

Maybe.

I'll just grab some sugar.

You don't need to say anything. It's fine.

Yeah, no.

It's personal.

It's fine.

Okay. When I lost my mate, you know, in that hunting accident?

It's okay to say it was me, though.

Yeah, exactly.

So I got a bit of a depressions.

Just a bit.

I mean, quite a lot.

So I had some sessions with her.

She's awesome, man. She really knows how to make you open up.

Are you two, like... Oh, just having coffee Friday.

It's so good to see you.

It's nice to see you too, Frankie.

Enjoy.

So, you were saying?

I was just wondering how the cricket was going.

Did Mike mention some of that?

Yes.

Yes, he did.

He is not coming?

No, he's at the office holding a speech.

So you came instead?

Yeah.

You could have volunteered to stay and let him come. He works hard.

He needs to relax sometimes.

Well, I did offer.

Obviously not hard enough.

Asparagus roll?

I don't mind if I do, Jean.

They're iconic.

Oh, you're too kind.

You got home all right then, the other night?

Yes.

I would have been more than happy to drop you home.

It was pouring.

And I'm sure Betty would have been fine until morning. Not at all.

James,

what

were you referring to?

Oh, Dennis?

Oh, I was heading home from Taekwondo the other night, and I saw him walking

along, leading his brother's wife.

Mr. Lieutenant, would you care for a lift?

Oh, no, I'm good, thanks, Jenny.

Are you sure?

It's steaming.

Really?

I hadn't noticed.

Oh, all right, then.

Hello, Betty.

You're looking very well, dear.

Of course, she's not really his wife.

She's a horse.

But it's best to play along.

When exactly was this?

Oh, the night of the storm.

Hello, Six.

Oh,

I'm

good. I'm good, I'm OK.

Okay. Dennis.

Dennis, are you with us, mate? Forget about the bloody horse.

Sorry, what? Barnaby, just get the hell out.

He's awake.

Not really.

He's actually unconscious.

This is a state known as waking sleep.

It's a way for his brain to heal.

Who's he talking to?

No one.

He suffered a massive concussion and his brain is downloading information that

his subconscious believes is unnecessary.

Like cleaning up the desktop of your computer, if you like.

Almost like a form of Tourette's.

In a way, I suppose.

Do you mind if I have a word?

You won't get any sense out of him.

Oh, no.

Keep it brief. He needs to rest.

What? It's time to get off the phone.

It's Detective Christensen.

How are you feeling?

Nurse.

I'm on the phone.

Your Honor, can I suggest a more liberal interpretation of the word legal?

No, Barnaby. Do not tell me what you did. I do not need to know.

Dennis, are you talking to... Because, Your Honor, prison is inappropriate for

my client because of acute claustrophobia.

I'm sorry, Dennis, can you just... Listen.

Listen to me very, very carefully.

Because this is what it's going to be.

Mike? There's been a development.

I was at the Toad and Lion.

And before that?

As I said, I was out taking a stroll with my wife.

Can you be specific as to where you walked to?

Down some roads?

Well, your brother seems to think that you were somewhere else.

Did you call Dennis in a state of distress around 8.35pm from, say, Broken

Downs, perhaps?

Will that be all?

Betty gets anxious if I'm gone too long.

Barnaby, we have a witness who saw Dennis walk Betty down the road away

from Brokenwood Downs around 10pm.

So, do you have anything to say about that?

I demand to see my lawyer.

And, as I've said to you, Dennis is in hospital.

Well, I want my therapist then.

Okay, and who's that?

Amy Kernow.

I'm really sorry about this. No regrets for the wicked.

I thought you were calling to finish your story.

Another time, perhaps.

I have your card.

And you're not afraid to use it.

What made you go up to Brokenwood Downs that evening?

Did you, by any chance, receive an invitation?

Barnaby, the sooner you answer the detector's questions, the sooner we can

all go home. Yes, to a party.

Jacob Deschler was having a soiree to apologise for his past actions and I was

very keen to attend because he had a lot to apologise for.

Can we see the invitation?

Unlikely, because I followed the instructions on the letter and I ate it.

You ate it? Yes, like this.

See?

All gone.

That was police property, but it's fine.

Barnaby. Jesus.

Can we have a minute?

So, they all got invitations, and they all destroyed them.

Developers. Barnaby says he got an invitation too.

As did Deschlem.

He thought he was being interviewed. They thought he was apologizing.

The mystery journalist who doesn't exist.

Lures them all up there.

And poses as the Dark Angel.

Get them all in. Time to get this story straight.

So, I received a letter.

No.

It was an invitation to an apology from Jacob Deschler.

Dimitri said sorry too.

The letter and the envelope were made out of rice paper, which was mostly very

considerate.

It said he would only do it if I kept it a secret.

I have no problem with secrets. You know, most of humankind doesn't know

what's really going on.

Mice keep secrets best.

And there were balloons, which I thought was a nice touch.

We were scared, man. It wasn't easy going back there.

You have no idea what went on in that place.

No. No, please, no more.

Please, no more.

See, every drop is a negative thought dissipating on the skin.

Do you have thick skin, Barnaby?

No. Yes.

Yes. Yes. Do you have thick skin?

Thick skin repels the bugs of lunacy.

Say it after me.

Thick skin repels the bugs of lunacy.

Watch. It's how we heal.

You will all get a tooth.

Chinese water torture.

My God, no wonder he's terrified of rain.

Even the most irrational things have a rational explanation.

So messed up.

Right, Jerry Mander's next. No doubt I will be schooled in the art of comedy

once more.

Jerry?

What the hell?

Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to. I've got to give it up, I know. It's just, I was

just interested in the way that it works.

Where'd you get the screwdriver?

In my sock. I always carry one just in case.

Sorry, I'm not dangerous here.

You take it.

Come on, let's find somewhere else.

I was there.

Broken with Downs?

When he died.

I wasn't there in the room.

You were at Broken with Downs, just not in the treatment room.

No, I was.

But after he died.

I was late.

Oh, my God.

I thought he came here to apologise.

Is he... Yeah.

Where were you?

I got held up, but is he... Dead.

The darkening treatment.

So, where were you? Never mind that. What do we do?

This has nothing to do with me. I'm out of here.

Oh, I've got to do my show. We should go to his show. Yeah, brilliant.

I can't make it without getting wet. We stay here. It's a cone of silence.

We have to go in. No, we just stay in the car.

It's our alibi.

We need to be innocent or they'll send us back there.

And they'll take Betty away.

All right.

All right, all right.

Okay. One, two, three, go.

I need a towel.

I need a towel. I need a towel.

I take it you received an invitation.

Yes, the day of my show.

Still have it?

Yes.

It said I should deconstruct it.

I know who killed the cleanser.

Fiona.

What makes you think that?

As I heard.

Fiona! Enough, woman!

I've got Daniel!

Enough!

Lulu, why didn't you mention this before?

Because Jacob is dead.

Yes. Jacob Deschner is dead.

I'm not afraid anymore.

Thanks for coming in.

Oh, you got me at a good time. I just finished work and I was off to see my

friend. Is this the same friend I'm yet to hear from?

He's been calling.

I don't think so.

Perhaps you haven't been open to hear his message.

Can I at least know his name?

Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour.

And all these ex-patients said that the Dark Angel was there?

Yes. Well, I very much doubt that.

Because? As I said, I wasn't there.

I haven't been back at the clinic since it was closed.

You see, I was the Dark Angel. That was one of my roles, to appear to the

patients as a spectre.

I was used to pacify them. They were taught to believe the Dark Angel could

inflict pain.

Remember. The electricity acts like an antibiotic.

It surges, purges those negative thoughts and it ousts them from the

body.

Lulu has been having negative thoughts.

ECT was and still is a legitimate form of treatment.

Though stigmatized, it remains a useful tool.

Did the patients know it was you who posed as the Dark Angel?

No. That would have diminished the mystique.

On the night in question, one ex-patient distinctly recalls hearing Jacob

referring to you as the Dark Angel.

Then they were mistaken.

Why would I want to kill my husband?

I waited seven years for his release.

I have no axe to grind, unlike others.

Can I ask where Lulu was during this ordeal?

Hiding in a cupboard.

How convenient.

Tell me, was the cupboard locked?

As I said, some had an axe to grind.

Fiona posed as the Dark Angel during the Deschler regime.

She admits it.

Why do that when it's incriminating?

Doesn't it up?

Well, neither can she confirm where she was after 8pm. Other than hanging with

her main man, JC.

Who else is connected in every way to the clinic, the patient's Deschler?

She knew what they feared. She had access.

Perhaps the phantom journalist was her Ruth.

She knew where the ECT machine was stored.

She waited for the party ghosts to arrive.

I don't see a clear motive, especially with Christ in her heart, if indeed he

is. Are we discounting gerrymanders?

As corroborated by the other ex-patients, he was at Brokenwood Downs,

but... And this is by his own admission. He arrived after Deschler was killed.

He's shown a tendency towards violence.

What else was he doing if not posing as the Dark Angel?

But who else knew about these ex-patients?

Dennis Buchanan.

Mrs Marlowe said she saw him walking away from Brokenwood Downs that night.

He knows all these people through his charity work.

He certainly has motive in taking retribution for cruelty to his brother.

Let me bring Gerry in again. I'm sure he'll crack.

Yeah. And I'll push Dennis.

He's up to questions.

All right. We have a big day tomorrow.

You two have been busy.

Yeah, I can get 400 volts and 1.5 amps.

Or enough to do some damage.

the watermelon lives.

Not necessarily.

So,

that could have done it.

It's not very portable though, is it?

I don't see any other way for delivering enough constant current. Aside from a

diesel or petrol generator?

Witnesses are adamant they didn't hear one.

Is it possible that you were the Dark Angel?

You had reason to despise Dettler. You took a call from Barnaby at the time in

question and you were seen walking Betty away from Brokenwood Downs.

Now I'm wondering who actually took the knock to the head.

Do you deny walking Betty back from Brokenwood Downs? No, I don't.

So where were you prior to that?

The Totem Line.

I was hoping to see Jerry Manders.

I like a good comic.

Same again, right?

Don't know where the bugger is.

Supposed to be starting in 20 minutes.

Barnaby.

Hi, yes, so it's raining and I don't have my umbrella.

No, slow down.

No, I don't need to know.

Get the hell out.

So you were in the bar at 8.35?

Yes.

Look, I know you see me as this wily, ruthless lawyer

put on this earth just to frustrate your day, but really I am simply a man with a

brother who needs looking out for.

We're not always the face that we present.

Well, now you sound like your brother's therapist.

Yes, well, I never thought much of her.

Psychotherapy. It's like a flash word for mumbo-jumbo.

You know, in order to be a psychotherapist, all you need is the

patience of a saint and the ability to spout a catchphrase.

For once, Dennis, I think we agree.

I'm feeling much better!

Fiona Deshler is indeed a devoted member of the parish.

A recent convert?

Very. A few nights ago, she turned up here for the first time, most

distressed. You won't listen to me.

The Lord is always listening.

No, my husband.

Don't go.

But this journalist is prepared to hear the truth.

That Tom Somerset should never have died. That we made a mistake.

There was no mistake.

It was his weakness that killed him, not the treatment.

Time has weakened you, my dear.

I have to go to work.

Yet only yesterday she was saying to me that they'd done nothing wrong.

What we say in public and what we share with God can initially be very different

things. What day was this?

Wednesday night.

I was closing up just before that god-awful storm.

Reverend.

You'd say it's a 15-minute drive to Brokenwood Downs from here?

Give or take.

Thanks for your time, Reverend.

Jerry, we need another chat. I don't think I can. I'm feeling very flat. It

won't take long.

I don't want to go anywhere.

All right, we'll do it here.

Jerry, the thing is... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can't do this.

I want this over with!

Hey, whoa, whoa. Jerry, you think I killed the cleanser. My comedy career is

over. I have nothing left.

I never said that.

You didn't have to. It was written all over your face.

Crazy Jerry did it. I never said you were crazy.

I will die with my innocence.

Jerry, give me the screwdriver. I'm serious. I'm done.

Nice car, man. Way of the future.

Yeah, definitely made it be.

More than that. 400 kilowatts of power. Nice lines.

Way it is.

Yeah, thanks.

Damn it.

Hey, Proto, can I borrow your phone? It's urgent.

Sure, man.

Hey, great coffee, by the way. Thanks.

Proto, there's no credit.

Yeah, no, I'm out.

Yeah, well, then why did you... Ah, never mind.

Hey, Jerry, who's your favourite comedian?

What?

Your favourite comic.

Your inspiration.

Don't answer that.

I'm serious.

Hey.

I will do it. Put it on the dash.

Breen, where are you? I need you back here ASAP.

Yes, that's right.

Somerset, Lisa.

Kristen, can I speak to Mike?

Jared, now's not a good time and Mike's not here.

Can I use your phone? I've figured out the power source.

You can colour.

Yes.

Yeah, I'm here.

Thank you.

Thanks.

We know that Lulu was there and that she had reason to frame Fiona, but what I

can't see in her is violence.

Are you asking me if I think Lulu is capable of violence?

I guess I am.

The answer may lie in her condition.

With species dysphoria, what people see themselves as is no accident.

Perhaps if she was violent, she would see herself as a lioness or a shark more

than a mouse.

And Barnaby Buchanan?

Is there violence underlying his condition?

Or Gerry Manders?

Jeremy's not my patient.

Look, off the record, are these people deranged?

Yes. Can they be helped?

I believe so.

Should they be committed?

Yes.

Treated the way they were by Jacob Deschler?

Absolutely not.

But they are unpredictable.

All of them had good reason to hurt Deshla, but it doesn't mean they did.

Then again, the thing with mice is if they get stuck into your wardrobe, they

can do serious damage to your underwear drawer.

But I'm sure you know the answer to all these questions.

Why are you really here, Mike?

I felt... I never explained what I meant the other day. About your ex-wife.

That she suffered with psychiatric issues.

I never said that.

You didn't have to.

Do you want to tell me about it?

Still not answering.

Text him.

Detective Sims.

Interpol have a lead.

Sims. Yes?

If you're right, well done.

It's a very simple reason our investigation is focused on you.

You can't explain where you were before you walked into the treatment room and

found Jacob Deschler dead. I was late. Yeah, you said.

I mean, I was on time, 8.15, like the invitation said.

I got late.

Because you were dressed as the Dark Angel? No.

I got distracted.

So complex.

Why didn't you mention this before?

I mustn't do it. I mustn't do it. I mustn't do it.

You mean dismantling things.

It's called punting, isn't it?

And if I don't do it, it means I'm better.

Jerry, it explains why you couldn't have killed Deshler.

Really? Yeah. If you were way late at the entrance, you couldn't have been in

the treatment room.

Could have been worse.

I could have been in Bangladesh.

Nice.

What?

You made a joke.

Did I?

Yeah, you did, Jerry.

I still got it.

Can you give me the screwdriver?

Yeah.

Sorry about that.

It's just cheap metal with a polymer handle. I mean, the polymer is a

composite of four different things, each with their own molecular structure.

Essentially, that's just a thermoplastic.

That's enough.

Four years.

And which passport?

Alien 516-021.

Okay, thanks.

Anything?

I always thought it would sort itself out.

But I know it was busy, focused on other things.

You made work your escape.

I guess it was.

I can see that now.

Your excuse not to deal with it, perhaps.

You like country music?

I can take it or leave it.

She's the one who got me hooked.

I'd come home and she was always playing the same Willie Nelson song, Crazy.

Great song, no doubt.

And I thought it was ironic.

Tongue-in-cheek, you know?

About our marriage, but... Then I realised it was...

Cry for help?

Yeah.

That... I didn't hear.

I imagine with your work you spend a lot of time looking at other people's

problems and never your own.

I have a book on my car that you might find helpful.

False Grief.

Give me a moment?

For his daughter's 30th birthday, as I recall.

Message received.

Yeah, Mike, it's Jared here. An electric car battery, run an extension off a DC

adapter through the window, and I think that'll do it, yeah?

A black hovercraft.

Mike, there's no record of Amy Curnow studying at Victoria University.

She re-entered the country four years ago. She is actually... Lisa Somerset.

The murder of Jacob Dess has been a long time in the planning.

Here we go. False grief.

Ah. I see you have a copy of my favourite New Zealand poet, Tom

Somerset. This is his best volume.

I agree.

Got that in a book sale.

Personally signed by the author and dedicated to his daughter. It's a lucky

find. Yeah, I saw that.

Think of it as a permanent loan. I think you'll find it helpful.

I'm curious. If Gerry Manders wasn't your patient, how do you know his real

name was Jeremy?

Oh, Gerry sought for Jeremy.

Right.

From a psychotherapist's view, what would you make of a daughter that

discards a book from her own father, given to her on her 30th birthday, the

day before he died?

Perhaps they weren't close?

Father wouldn't make that sort of dedication unless they were close.

I'm wondering if the opposite might be true, that the daughter and father were

very close.

Devastated by his death, she and her American mother returned to the States.

Over the next seven years, she changes her name by depot in Honduras, gets a

new passport in Panama, and then leaving via Ecuador.

She returns to a place, Three Islands Home, where her father was effectively

murdered.

She then waits for his killer to be released.

And then she makes contact.

And subjects

him to the same grisly death her father suffered.

Ring any bells, Lisa?

Shane.

I thought we had a real connection.

I can understand you wanting to avenge your father's death.

But why subject his fellow patients to brutally killing Deschler in front of

them? That monster being out of prison.

What did that do?

Terrified them.

At least now they have a chance to heal.

I liberated them.

Crazy.

I'm crazy for feeling so lonely.

Crazy for feeling so blue

I knew

you'd love me as long as you

wanted And then

someday

You leave me for somebody new