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- ANAIS: We need to hit pause on things.

- Are you in danger?

- I just need to make sure that you're safe, too.

- Yeah. Hey. Sorry. Um...

- It's not your day, is it, mate?

- Everyone I'm close to dies.

- SHELBY: She's got a skull fracture.

At this stage, they're not sure what the extent of the brain injury might be.

- Sharon, it's Sam. I am sure of it. He killed Cody.

- Sam's made all this possible. He paid for Ken's cancer treatment.

That is all I know.

- He has taken everything.

- We need to find Anais now.

- Start talking.

- You know, we really did have a lot of fun with your boy.

- Fuck you.

(THWACK!)

- Back again.

Unfortunately, we're closed tonight.

- Where's Anais? - Told you. We're closed.

- Where the fuck is she? - Whoa, Delaney.

Stand down. Stand down.

What the hell were you thinking?

- We had to move fast. We thought Anais was in danger.

And did you have to use the siren? I mean, you might as well have phoned ahead and told him we'r

- If you'd have taken a moment to tell me what was going on,

I wouldn't have put the bloody thing on.

And if Mallory is reckless enough to go on one of her lone wolf stunts,

then she's only got herself to blame.

- Are you s― - What?

You could have compromised the entire investigation by what you did in there.

From now on, you do not even mention Masters by name unless you run it past me.

We have worked too long, too hard for all this to blow up in our faces because of your reckl

- Are you OK?

- We need to find her. - And we will.

We'll start off by getting IT to track her phone.

- And in the meantime?

- You are a detective.

You know what to do.

- Damn it.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

- Let me down.

I can't tell you what I don't know.

- So tell me what you do know,

or I'll give you a skinny little arse an acid wash.

Where is my sodding brother, Lester?

- I told you. I lost sight of him when I dropped you both in town.

- I lost sight of him, too. I say you doubled back and pick him up.

I say Spike grabbed the hot rock in his grubby little hands and you know where he's hiding.

- I swear. Look, I haven't seen or heard of him since last night.

I swear to you.

- You getting all this, Cole? - I don't know what I'm doing here, Noel.

I hope I'm not gonna witness an atrocity.

- I'm gonna count down from three. Then it's acid wash time.

- Three? What happened to 10?

- Three...

Come on. Spit it out. Spit it out. Where is he?

How is he planning to move that red rock without me? Two...

- I got nothing to spit out.

- No, Noel, he's telling the truth.

- I am, I am!

- Nah. I don't buy it.

One.

Here we go.

- Hopefully you're not gonna dump me in this acid.

We're mates, for God's sake. This is ridiculous!

- Oh, yeah?

(SPLASH!)

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

- I'll be here for a few hours.

- (SPEAKS TE REO MAORI)

She's coming back, Shelbs.

Please take care of our girl.

- Excuse me.

Are you a police officer?

- Yeah, I am.

How can I help, mate?

- Are you an honest policeman?

- Yeah, we're all pretty honest here.

- I'd like to report a murder, potentially two.

- Right. Well, you'd better come inside.

Sir, are you...

- Blind as a bat.

- Uh, let me give you a hand.

- Lead on, Macduff.

- My name is Dudley Coleman. Everybody calls me Cole.

And, uh, after what I've been through last night,

I would really appreciate a strong cup of tea and a biscuit.

Just something plain, please. Like, uh, an arrowroot.

- Yeah, let's just forget the tea and biscuit a second.

You said murder, Mr Coleman.

- What's your name, young man?

- Constable Jarrod Renner.

- Well, you listen carefully, Constable Renner.

Cos I don't think I can go through this more than once.

Yesterday evening, a man whom I'd never met before,

a complete stranger,

came to my house

and offered me a reward

in the form of a small gemstone.

In exchange, all I had to do was to witness an event.

Well, I'm really partial to precious stones. It's an occupational hazard.

So I said yes.

- What sort of event?

- He drove me to a shed,

a remote area

where he had this man tied up on the floor.

This man was in a bad way.

A really bad way.

- And how could you tell it was remote?

- Yeah. How could you tell it was a shed?

- Um, there were no traffic sounds.

And when we got there, he said 'Welcome to Big Ted's Shed.'

And then he got a block and tackle, and he hauled this poor man up above the barrel full of

Head down.

- How'd you know it was acid? - Oh, the smell ― unmistakeable.

Sulphuric.

And then he began to pepper the man with questions.

- Bloody hell. What sort of questions?

- Um, about the whereabouts of his brother.

My chap's brother.

And this man...

the poor man hanging above the acid,

he kept insisting that he didn't know anything.

Well, frankly, I believed him. I tried telling my chap.

He just wouldn't listen.

And, um...

Then...

- He dropped him in.

- It was...

The smell...

It was terrible.

And I have to tell you.

You need to catch this man quick smart.

Because if you don't, he will locate his brother and he'll kill him too.

Now,

if you don't mind,

I'd really appreciate that cup of tea.

- Yeah. I'll, um― I'll put on the jug.

- And a biscuit.

- A biscuit.

- What about Anais?

You know, one of our whanau is actually missing.

- I suspect she's just taking some time for herself.

I want you on Big Ted and his shed.

World keeps turning, Sergeant.

Ah, Delaney. Nice of you to join us. I've got a new case for you.

- I've got a lead on Anais I want to follow up first.

- No, no, no, no. I want you all over this while I push uphill on Maja Staunton and Cody Palm

We haven't got time to look for somebody who doesn't want to be found.

- She's missing.

You don't give a shit about her, do you?

- You questioning my judgement?

Pull your head in, son.

Start acting like a real cop.

- I didn't think I could hate him more.

- Any luck with Anais' cell phone?

- Not yet, but we'll keep monitoring.

- What about Kylie? - No.

No changes yet. But Shelby's going to keep us updated.

- Hey, do you guys know a pathologist named Mehrtens?

He worked here a while back. - Yeah, he's a good guy. Why?

- His name keeps popping up in Anais' notes.

I'm wondering if he might know something.

I'll check if his details are still in the system.

- What do we do?

- Well, we're gonna have to head out to Ted's big shed.

Look, we'll focus on that for now.

- (COUGHS) - Less than ideal.

- Jarrod, please don't.

- Why didn't they dissolve the rest of him?

- To send a message.

- Lift him up.

- (GAGS) Nah. Sorry, Sarge.

- Looks like the jeweller's story checks out.

Place belongs to Ted Matthews. Big Ted to locals.

Spray contract to half the properties in town.

- Is Big Ted a suspect? - No, he's overseas.

But there'll be plenty of people around here who can tell us what he's got going on in there

- Right. - Yeah.

I think the killer knew once police were involved, word would get out.

News travels fast around here and it wouldn't be long until it eventually reached his brother

- Well, yeah, nothing says 'Call me back' like that DIY acid bath.

- There's not much around, but we can talk to some local servos, you know. See if anyone saw a

What do you reckon?

Simon. - Huh?

- Are you good, man?

- Uh, I think I'm gonna go follow up on Mehrtens, see what he knows.

- OK, we'll all go.

- No. Listen, I need you guys here.

- We're going with you.

- Yeah. We can cover more ground together.

- And get pulled off it faster.

Kincaid, he refuses to accept Anais is even missing.

He will do everything he can to shut us down if we all go off book.

- You find out anything, you let us know.

- I will. Thank you.

- Now, wait. What do we tell Kincaid?

- Tell him I'm following a lead.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(ANAIS SIGHS, GRUNTS)

- Hello.

Oh, hey. Hey.

A bit of a headache.

Come on.

Oh, you, uh, like the new design of our bottle, huh?

Don't worry.

It's not your blood.

It must have been a bit of a shock finding him like that, huh?

Still,

he did look pretty spiffy in that tux, eh?

Shame about Kylie, though.

I mean,

who's gonna iron my shirts now?

Oh, God. We have been going back and forth about the best way to do this, but now...

Now it just seems so obvious. - (HYPERVENTILATES)

- See?

Kind of poetic, right?

You and Palmer.

Both dying of a broken heart.

- God, George is an idiot. What are you doing?

- We're just having a wee chat, aren't we?

So, where'd you leave it? Skippers?

- No, not in front of her.

- Why not? I mean, it's not like she's gonna tell.

Now,

she's all yours, darling.

Time to work your magic.

- Just like old times, eh?

- Oh, he's got a clear sheet here that we know of, but it's a different story across the ditch.

- Hm. Receiving stolen goods. Goods in custody.

- Active on the Gold Coast, says Brisbane, but they haven't been able to lay a glove on them

- Hmm. Smart.

Lives here. Does his crimes over there.

- Mr Coleman, I don't mean to be rude, but if jewellery's all about what you see,

how do you, you know...

- Ah, yes. Um...

I'm what's called a diviner,

a divvy, for short.

I can tell the true value of a gem when others can't.

Precious stones. They, uh...

They speak to me.

- Right. Well, um, do you mind...

if you take a― just take a look at this.

Oh, by― I mean, look―

Sorry.

It's a rose cut diamond.

Yeah, my auntie got it from Mumbai.

- Well,

I do love a diamond.

Very nice.

- Is it worth anything?

- The real value of an engagement ring lies in what it means to the giver,

and of course, to the receiver.

My guess is...

yours is priceless.

- Yeah.

- SIMON: Hello.

Dr Mehrtens.

- Ah. DS Delaney.

How long she been missing?

- Since last night. She wouldn't just disappear. Not now.

I'm certain something terrible has happened to her.

- Oh, you think it's your killer?

- I'm certain. He has a partner ― an accomplice or a victim, I don't know which.

- Most killers avoid attention,

but your assailant invites it.

He thinks of himself as a performer, a magician convinced he could draw everyone's eyes,

yet still dictate what they see.

- What are you saying?

- Well, if Anais is still alive, she's not a loose end.

She's part of the act.

And I suspect the killer will want to keep her close.

- We've searched their location.

She wasn't there.

- You know how a magician works. Before they manifest a dove from thin air,

he shows you he has nothing up his sleeves.

- ANAIS: Where'd Sam go?

- Why? Are you missing him?

- Not really.

He came at me with his knife when you were gone.

He obviously wants to kill me.

Why hasn't he?

- Oh, what would be the fun in that?

- YOUNG MAJA: How much longer, Lena?

- It's just up here.

- She's a weirdo.

- I found it.

Cool, right?

- YOUNG MAJA: Ew. What are you doing?

- Lena, don't!

- (YELLS)

- (SCREAMS) I'm telling on you.

- How did it die? - I don't know, I just found it.

It's awesome, eh? - Lena, this is creepy.

You're weird.

'You didn't find it, did you?'

You killed that rabbit.

- You're lucky.

I don't usually let the subject see the work in progress.

- What am I looking at?

- Cody's funeral.

And you're the guest of honour.

- (SIGHS)

Whatever this is, it'll have to wait because I'm on my breakfast.

- Well, that's a funny one.

A manager from Thistleburn just called and said that there was a break in two nights ago.

- Mm-hm. Well, sounds important.

Get on to it. - Yeah, I did.

CCTV showed two masked men jumped over a wall and went into one of the flash suites.

But the guests concerned denied anything had happened.

A Miss Gladys Choi.

- Do some more backgrounding and then go and pay her a visit.

- Yeah. Aussie high roller, implicated in a race fixing scandal about two years ago.

But according to her socials, um, tells us that she's a collector of ― check this ― fine jewe

- OK, get Delaney over there straight away.

- Yeah, well, um, Simon's following up on another lead, so...

Yeah. Sorry. - Oh, Jesus.

Come on. - Yeah. Thank you.

- I didn't call for the police. I don't need the police.

And I certainly don't want the police. Good day to you.

- I assure you, we won't take up much of your time, Miss Choi.

Indulge us.

So two armed men break in, and you don't bother to report it.

Why not?

- Because I wanted to avoid precisely this ―

police making a fuss and ruining my weekend.

They didn't take anything of any value anyway.

- Uh, what did they take, ma'am?

- Opal earrings I didn't much like. Travel earrings.

Lose one, you just throw the other one away.

- And the masked thieves were happy with that, were they? A pair of earrings?

- Frankly, I think they got the wrong room.

I was in bed, minding my own business.

I heard a noise.

Then I came out to find two masked robbers in my living room.

- You're in Queenstown for a wedding, the manager said.

- Yes. And to sample some of the famous Kiwi hospitality.

- And you've got no idea why you were targeted?

- None whatsoever.

- A jewellery collector of your reputation in a luxury suite.

Well, I can think of a couple of reasons.

- Are we done? I have a busy day.

- Almost.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- What's your copper's nose telling you, Constable?

- Well, she wears a lot of perfume. - What else?

- They stole something she doesn't want us to know about.

- Such as? - Well, I mean, she's a jewellery collector.

- So let's get our hands on the CCTV footage and see if we can identify the bugger, shall

- Yeah.

You reckon this is connected to the body in the, uh― in the barrel?

- Why don't you people ever say the occasional 'sir'?

You know. Would it kill you?

I don't think anything yet.

As Mick Jagger once said, I don't want to talk about Jesus. I just want to see his face.

- OK.

- Evidence, son.

Give me evidence.

- You're gonna pick us up at Gintopia. - Oh, I'm just really busy.

- Sort your shit out and get over here.

- Oh, well...

- What's the hold-up?

Doesn't usually take this long.

- This time it's different.

- Why? It's not like she's gonna see the final thing.

- How do you still not get it?

- You better get a move on, babe, cos when our ride gets here, we're gone.

- So how does it work?

You steal from your victims and then display them when you're done?

Was Maja involved in the murders?

- Maja?

Please.

- You know, it's interesting, though.

She spends a couple of months in Europe with the two of you

and then comes home with enough money to buy that gym outright.

- Hm. Why would we bankroll her gym?

- Sam's account in the Cayman Islands.

Dirty money needs to be laundered.

- Wow. Am I supposed to be impressed?

- Lena, listen to me.

Maja was useful. She knew nothing.

And she still ended up dead.

How long before he decides you're just as disposable?

Please.

You don't have to do this.

- Desperate.

Desperate to be noticed.

- What? - That's what you said about me.

I heard every word in that lodge.

- Why would you go to all of that effort of staging the victims?

- I think the killer wants it to feel important.

Like it means something.

But if you strip it back, this is just insecurity.

Someone desperate to be noticed.

Lena, I didn't―

- You said I was desperate, so I gave you something to notice.

You know, Sam, he usually handles the knife,

but with Cody..

I wanted to do it.

I just want you to know...

you're the reason he's dead.

- I hope you're not suggesting that I'm involved in anything illegal.

- No, I'm suggesting the timing's interesting.

A jewellery expert like you shows up with information on the murder

when it just so happens there was a jewellery robbery the night before on our patch.

- Coincidence.

They do happen.

- Mr Coleman, a close friend of mine is missing.

Every minute I spend in here going around in circles with you,

I could be out there looking for her, right?

So if there's anything you need to tell me, now's the time.

- I'm sorry to hear that, but I've told you everything I know.

- Does the name Gladys Choi mean anything to you?

- No. Never heard of her.

- Really? Because she's got quite an impressive jewellery collection.

- As I said, I've never heard of her.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to be getting back home, please.

Coleman's phone.

Book me a cab for home.

- Oh, that's a Braille phone. Could I have a look?

- It's pretty primitive.

- Coleman's phone. Call Gladys Choi.

- GLADYS: Are you calling me to gloat?

Hello?

Oh, piss off.

- Coleman's phone. Cancel the cab.

- The man in the barrel was Lester Mason Jones.

The man who put him there was Noel Dempsey,

and the man Noel wanted to kill was his stepbrother, Spike Dempsey.

- Why?

- Because Noel thought Spike had ripped him off when they robbed Gladys Choi the other night

- Ripped him off? How? - Oh, well.

The Ruby Rose.

Now, we are talking about a superb art deco teardrop cut ruby that weighs in at over 12 ca

It was stolen from an exhibition in New York last year.

- Worth how much?

- Last time it was auctioned, it brought in $600,000. US!

That's roughly 50K a carat.

But on the dark web, I mean, who knows?

Now, according to the internet chatter, Gladys Choi was about to give it an outing

at a Queenstown wedding, so Noel and Spike decided they would relieve her of it.

- So where do you fit in?

- My role was to make sure the ruby was the real thing and not just paste.

I just― I wanted a chance to examine it.

I mean, a stone like that is remarkable.

- So Noel thinks brother Spike's got the rock.

- Yes, and he's gunning for him.

- Well, you're in contact with the Dempseys.

- Well, they call me. Different phones each time.

Never the same number twice.

- Do you know where either of them are being holed up?

- Afraid not.

- So what's the exit strategy?

- There's a helicopter coming for him tonight.

- Where? - I don't know.

- That better be something very important.

- Simon's found something.

- Her keys are in it. - But no sign of her?

- No. Nothing. - How did you find it?

- Her phone came online.

Last pinged in a nearby cell tower this morning.

- This morning? So she turned her phone off again?

- No, it just hasn't moved since.

Look at the last message she sent to Veronica.

- I'm sorry. Love you forever. Always.

- Shit.

This is the same place her sister went.

- You don't think she― - She'd never bail out.

- Yeah, but why would she leave her truck here with the keys inside and her phone?

- Someone set this all up.

- What do you see?

- Whatever's going on, there is no way Anais sends Veronica a text message saying

love you forever. Always.

A goodbye message sent at the same place Lynne died?

It's too staged. I think Anais is alive.

And I think Sam knows where she is.

- Come on. We're going with him.

- Sarge. - Yeah.

- I think we need to stay on the Dempsey case.

Look, I want to be out there looking for her as much as you do,

but Simon's making progress, and the only way he's been able to do that

is we've been handling it on our side.

- Mate, forget that. She needs us. - Yeah, I know.

- Copy that.

Check you out.

Getting all wise on me.

- What are you doing?

- Me? Nothing. Just, um...

maintenance.

- Do I know you? - Definitely not.

- You. Hey!

Come back here!

Where's my ruby?

(PHONE CHIMES)

- Jarrod. Any news on the Jeep?

- Yeah. Forensics are working on it now.

Kincaid wants to see if they'll pull prints before we go for a warrant.

- So he finally accepted Anais is missing, then.

- Seems so. Anyway, that's not why I called.

I heard back from my bootmaker, and he just got back from vacation this morning.

I showed him a photo of that tread.

And you're not going to believe this, but he seemed bloody sure

that it could only come from a woman's boot.

- A woman's?

- Yeah, the boot that Sam got made for himself can't have left that print,

but it definitely could have come from the other pair that he bought.

- Wait, he bought two pairs?

- Yeah. They were doing his and her promotion, which means―

- Renner. - Oh, hey. - Is that Delaney?

- No, it's just my auntie. - Give me the phone.

Delaney, where the hell are you?

We need to talk about what you found at Skipper's.

- Soon. I'm just following up a lead.

- Yeah. So everybody keeps bloody telling me.

You better not be going for Masters, all right?

Until we get that warrant, you stay away from Gintopia.

You hear me, Delaney?

- Loud and clear.

- Was that Simon? - Don't do that again.

- Yeah.

- (GRUNTS, GROANS)

(PANTS)

Simon! Simon!

- SAM: Ah, shit. He's back for more.

Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough, Si?

- I was just passing by. Fancied a drink. Thought I'd try my luck.

- Oh, we're not open for a few hours yet, so you'll have to come back.

- What'll it be?

- Lime and soda.

- So, how goes the hunt for Detective Mallory?

- Well, uh, we have made some progress, actually.

Found a jeep abandoned up at Skipper's.

- Oh, God. You don't think she's...

- She's...

Oh, no.

Absolutely not.

Although, someone's certainly trying to make it look that way.

Sloppy work, if you ask me.

Poorly staged. And if they're as careless as it seems, we might even pull a print or two from th

- Simon!

(SCREAMS) Simon!

- Thankfully, we have another lead.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

A threat was made against Anais a while back.

The person who made that threat. left a boot print at the scene.

Same brand as your boots, actually.

- Really? Well, if it helps you sleep at night, I would be happy to lend you mine.

But I can assure you it won't match up.

- I know they won't.

That print came from a woman's boot.

Whose is the rental our front? - Yeah. That's mine.

Having some engine trouble with the truck.

It's not really my style, but, uh, yeah, it does the job.

- Right.

So why hasn't I left since we were here yesterday?

All night lock-in, was it?

- Well, we had a few drinks. You know, I thought we'd call a cab.

- Did you?

What cab company was it?

- Oh.

I can't remember.

You know me. I'm terrible with details.

But if it comes to me, I'll let you know.

On the house.

- Suddenly I'm not so thirsty.

I will see you both very soon.

- Next time, bring a warrant, yeah?

(DEPRESSING MUSIC)

- She's in there. - Yeah, but how do you know?

- Mehrtens said the killer thinks of themself as a performer. Right now, Anais is part of the ac

They haven't left Gintopia since last night.

If they're in there, so is she.

- Yeah, but where?

I mean, there's nowhere they can keep her unnoticed.

- Before a magician manifests a dove from thin air,

first he shows you he has nothing up his sleeves.

- What? - I'll explain soon.

- But―

- Who's that? - Forensics.

Uh, still nothing yet on the Jeep.

- Where's Delaney? - Oh, he's just out chasing a―

- Don't let the next word out of your mouth be 'lead', all right?

This rogue cop bullshit, it's wearing really, really thin.

- Yeah.

Are you sure it's him?

Tell him to meet me at Beppo's.

He'll come.

- I am gonna have to write this up for Pathologist Magazine.

It's not every day you come across death by sulphuric acid.

- Uh-huh.

- Capillary action likely caused the flesh that wasn't directly submerged to blacken, dehydrate,

As the acid worked its way through, the tissue would have extracted water from the cellular s

The process is highly exothermic.

You know what that means? - Produces intense heat.

- Yes, good, good, good. And that heat also chars the tissue.

Turns it black. We call that coagulation― - Coagulation regulation necrosis.

So how do we confirm identity in such cases?

DNA obviously.

- Obviously, he's probably still got some dental work we can use.

It takes days to dissolve teeth, and then we X-ray em every which way.

Never know what we're gonna find, eh?

OK, let's get stuck in.

- What's doing, little brother?

So where's the ruby?

- Did you really do it?

You dropped him in acid?

- What do you think?

- You're cooked, bro.

- You'll always be a fuck-up.

Give me the rock, bro. - I don't have it brother.

Man, I swear on Mum's life.

- Mum's dead.

- It's the sentiment, bro. - Bullshit.

- Don't, bro. Don't.

- You gonna shoot me, Spike?

- Please, brother.

(BANG! BANG! BANG!)

(CRIES)

I'm sorry, Mum.

- Report of a shooting at Beppo's Hostel.

- Active?

- Not sure. - Our guys?

- Well, room was booked under the name Ruby.

- Go.

Hoana ―

- Yeah?

- Be careful.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Did you notice anyone entering or leaving, or...

- No. You know, I heard the shots. I called you guys.

- Another blind man.

- We've got our eyes on you, so don't do anything stupid.

- Call for backup?

- We are the backup.

Armed police! Throw out your weapon.

Look, you need medical attention, so we can just let you bleed out in there,

or you can throw out your weapon.

(GUN CLATTERS)

- It's still not right.

- Why does it matter?

A dress is a bloody dress.

- I still have some boxes. Can you help me bring them in?

Sam.

- Sick of this shit.

Let's just finish her off.

- I'm almost ready. - What are we waiting for?

- We're doing this properly.

Just think how good it's gonna feel when we do.

- Hey, she is trying to fuck with us, OK?

So if she makes any sort of move, I am putting her down.

Right?

- Deal.

Come on.

Sam! This one too.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.

- (PANTS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- So why'd you push that poor bastard in the acid barrel, eh?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- We got a witness, Noel.

- Blind Cole? Good luck with that.

- I didn't say who it was.

Why did you send him to us anyway?

Why didn't you just leave a message on Crime Stoppers?

- I still don't know what you're talking about.

- You know, you're facing life for murder.

Any way you're going to reduce that is by cooperating with us.

All right?

Nice of you to join us.

- Doctor says he has 2 .22 calibre bullets in his abdomen and pelvis.

His surgery is scheduled for tonight.

- Well, we'll check on him tomorrow, eh?

See you back in the office. Think about what I said, Noel.

- Piss off.

- I'll catch up with you.

Hey, mate.

It's Simon.

How you doing?

Anais is missing.

I think Sam Masters has her locked up, and I think I know where she is, but...

- Delaney, get a move on.

- Yeah. I'm coming.

I don't even know if you can hear me.

I'm just keeping you in the loop.

I'll see you soon.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(ANAIS SCREAMS)

(WOMEN GRUNT)

- Cody was a screamer too.

(WOMEN GRUNT, SCREAM)

(DESPONDENT MUSIC)

- Hey. (GROANS)

Oh.

Hey. Come here.

OK. I can't feel my...

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- KINCAID: Really?

You got to be fucking joking.

How could we let a murderer escape lawful custody?

- Look, he can't have gone far. Not with those injuries.

- He could be in bloody Australia, for all you know.

- Well, I put both brothers on the Customs watchlist.

- That's the lead's job.

Why am I even talking to you? Huh? Where's Delaney?

Delaney?

What the hell is the latest with the other brother?

- We think he's hiding out, biding his time, waiting for a chance to get back at Noel.

- That's right. Yeah. He's, uh― He's biding his time.

- OK, so what are these supposed leads you've been following all day?

- I've been following up on Anais.

Remember her? - Don't be a smartarse.

- I know where she is.

- Miss Choi. Hi. Hey. I'm afraid we still don't have an update on your earrings.

- Where's my ruby? - Uh...yourruby?

- I saw you arrested one of the robbers.

It's all over social media. So where is it?

- Well, no, no, no, no, no. He didn't have anything on him when we brought him in.

But we're still looking for his accomplice.

- The other one doesn't have it. - Wait. What makes you think that?

Because I saw him looking for it this morning at my hotel.

- Right. Well, um, why don't we have a chat in here?

WEAKLY: Help.

- Excuse me. Could I trouble someone for some more of those lovely biscuits?

(PHONE RINGS)

Dudley Coleman speaking.

- NOEL: It's me.

- What? I thought you were locked down under security.

- Not anymore. Get over to the hospital ambulance bay now!

- I can't. I'm at the police station.

Not exactly a nip out and back in a minute situation.

- I've got it.

- The ruby? You've got the ruby?

(CALL DROPS)

Hello?

- I got the official footprint for Gintopia from Land Information NZ.

According to this, there should be a room directly beside the bar.

- There's a wall right by the bar. - Exactly. That's the point.

There's no door, no entrance. But it's on the footprint.

- So the footprint is outdated? - No it's not. I checked. I went to Gintopia earlier.

- You did what? - Just listen to me.

I went to Gintopia. I walked around the whole place.

I paced it out. The dimensions don't match.

- So what are you saying?

- I think there's a hidden room. - (LAUGHS) Delaney.

- No, this fits the profile. OK? Magicians, performers.

That's what they are. Smoke and mirrors. It's their whole game.

Of course he's keeping her right under our noses. - Enough. All right?

This is all fantasyland. - She's in there.

- I can't get a warrant based on a hunch about secret rooms.

- The dimensions don't match. - Enough!

- Wait. Miss Choi.

- I want to talk to whoever's in charge of this schmozzle of a cop shop. Where's my ruby?

- What ruby? - The one that was stolen from me.

- What, the Ruby Rose. - No. It looks similar.

About the same carat weight, same clarity, but a totally different stone.

- Constable, could you please go and get our resident jewellery expert?

I'm sure he'll be able to assess the credibility of your claim.

No, wait. Hang on a minute.

Why didn't you mention the missing ruby when we saw you earlier on?

- I didn't realise it had been taken until after you left.

- Hey, it looks like Coleman's gone.

- Excuse me?

- That old fraud?

- Yeah. He's not in the building.

- Jesus Christ. - Oh, I'll go add him to the watch list.

- Hey, you.

Where's my ruby?

(HAUNTING MUSIC)

- SAM: Time is up.

Let's do this.

- No.

She's under control again.

- I don't give a shit.

We had a deal.

- You know it's your fault we're even in this mess.

You're not taking this away from me too.

- No. I did what needed to be done, and Maja was a liability.

- MEHRTENS: 'Maja's display is all about ego.'

It's overt, it's public, it's bold, and that leans closer to a psychopath.

- You know, the work we did in Europe, it meant something.

- The European murders suggest someone who needs to shape what's seen.

Seeking some form of admiration. - ANAIS: Yes. Which would point to a sociopath.

- I don't give a flying fuck. She was a problem and I solved it.

- (COUGHS)

- Now, if you don't kill her before George gets here,

then I will.

- Thank you. Keep the change.

- Over here. Cole!

Hurry up, Benny.

- OK. Where is it? Where's the ruby? - I haven't got it.

Bit hard to treasure hunt when you're leaking like a busted tap.

- Wait, I thought you said―

- I knew it was the only way to get your greedy little arse over here.

- What for? - You're gonna get me to that chopper.

You're gonna borrow one of these meat wagons.

You're gonna drive me to the chopper's rendezvous point.

See, nobody stops am ambo.

- Uh, when you say we... - You're driving.

- Yeah. Small problem ― I'm blind.

- Mate, it's easy. There's two pedals. Stop and go.

I'll give you left, right, and straight ahead.

When I say left, I mean left, not right, you idiot.

- You've lost two suspects and one of them is bloody blind.

On a case you're supposed to be leading.

- If I wasn't looking for Anais, no one would be.

What do I have to do for you to take this seriously?

- Material evidence. - We have it.

We have the handwriting samples. - On its own, not enough.

- What about the set-up at Skipper's? - Forensics didn't pull any prints.

Nobody can be placed at the scene. - The boot print, then.

Lena Master's prints. - It's pure speculation.

- How about the fact that there is a hidden room in that bar

that they haven't left for two fucking days?

- Jesus Christ, Delaney, it's not enough.

- Bullshit! It is enough. - Hey, we've got a visitor.

- Not now.

- Yeah, I would love to tell him to piss off, but I think you might want to talk to him.

- Get ready to veer to the right.

- Can we put the siren on? - No, we fucking can't.

Veer to the right.

- I am. - That's left.

Right.

- What do you mean, veer?

- Very fucking angry, Cole.

(GEORGE SIGHS)

- I get the feeling you don't like me very much.

Look, you're all out there looking for Detective Mallory.

I hear things, and as a concerned member of the community, I'd like to help.

- Yeah, that's big of you.

- So, what? You've seen something we should know about?

- I did something you should know about.

Nothing― Not illegal.

I got a call from Lena Masters asking me to pick her up from Skipper's Canyon

and bring her back into town.

- Had she just dropped off Detective Mallory's jeep?

- Well, I don't know. I didn't see a Jeep. She was just standing there.

Maybe she'd been on a nice bush walk or something.

- At Skipper's?

- I don't know, do I? Just brought her back to the bar.

- Did she say anything on the drive?

- Not a word.

Maybe I should just stick around at the station for a few hours, just in case.

- Why would you want to do that?

- No... No reason.

- All roads point to Sam and Lena, and you know it.

Whose side are you on? - I'm on the Crown Law office side.

OK? I want these bastards charged, tried and convicted.

But unless we have the right evidence, they walk free.

- Anais is in danger, Vernon.

- You don't think I want to find her? Of course I do. (PHONE VIBRATES)

- Then listen to what I'm saying. - OK. Answer your bloody phone.

- That's your phone. - What?

Oh, yeah, smartarse.

Hello?

Hey, hey!

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Yes, yes. Send it through straight away. Thank you.

- What? - Interpol.

They traced the owner of the Cayman Island bank account that funded Maja Staunton's gym.

Sam Masters. - That concrete enough for you?

- I'll call the magistrate. Get us a warrant.

- You start the paperwork if you like, but I'm not waiting around. - Yes you are.

Until the warrant is greenlit, you're going nowhere. OK, Delaney?

Delaney. - Fine.

(EERIE MUSIC)

- Beautiful, isn't it?

What a lovely place to die.

- What were those scars on Sam's back?

They look very old.

Explains a lot.

He grew up around cruelty and violence.

It rewires you.

- You're a psychologist now, are you?

- Lena, he's a psychopath.

You were useful to him.

Helped him find a way of making killing feel more exciting.

But after Maja,

he doesn't need you anymore. He can do it all on his own.

He is probably outside there right now deciding which one of us to kill first.

- Shut up. You don't know shit.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

- Ah. I think I'm getting the hang of this.

You think Spike's still got the rock?

- Of course I do.

- What if he was telling the truth?

What if it did slip through a grate in the road?

- I'm not doing all this for nothing.

Slow down.

Stop talking shit.

Slow down.

- Come on, come on, come on.

- There's a stop sign coming up. - What does that mean?

- Stop.

I said stop!

(CRASH!)

Reverse. Back off! Back off!

Go, go, go!

- Hey! Hey! Hey!

- Hey. Thanks, Bill. Yeah. Really appreciate it, man. Thanks.

Hey, that's another chopper hired out for tonight.

That's three so far. All different companies, all different pickup locations all across t

- Well, we won't be able to check all of them.

- Nah. Which one do you want to go for?

- Simon's just had a prang with an ambulance being driven by a blind man.

- BOTH: What?

- Oh God. He's a bloody idiot. Where was the crash?

- Cinderhill road. He said they took off again, heading out east.

Jarrod, where were those choppers heading?

- Well, there's three ― Thistleburn, Hawthorn Fields and Cardrona.

- Hawthorn Fields. That's the only one heading out east.

- Is Delaney pursuing? - He said he couldn't.

Where's he going? - Uh, he's, um, following a lead.

Yeah. Go, go, go, go.

- Hi, this is George. Leave me a message. - (SNARLS)

I told you to keep your phone on. We're ready. So get your arse over here.

Why is she still alive? - We're not finished yet.

- Well, I don't care if you're finished.

- See?

- What did she say?

- I have no idea.

- (SIGHS) You just think you're so clever, don't you?

But you are just as pathetic as your dope-haired sister.

(LAUGHS) That still stings, does it?

See, that's the trouble with junkies. When they get clean, they start blabbing.

Drawing attention. That's why we had to take her on a little tour of Skipper's.

God. Oh, I really regretted not being able to do it myself.

But then sometimes, the universe gives us a second chance.

- Wakey, wakey.

Wakey, wakey.

Wakey, wakey.

- (GASPS)

- You should have shot me in the head.

Looking for this?

(SIRENS WAIL)

Where is it? Where is it?! - I don't know. I don't know, man.

- Noel, he's telling the truth.

- Shut up!

(GROANS)

- Oh, crap.

- I reckon you want to put that gun down, Noel.

- He's got a gun.

- Not until I got what I came for.

- Hey, there.

Look, you two have been tearing up this town trying to kill each other over a rock neither one of

- One of us has to have it.

- OK. Your brother went back to the hotel this morning to search for it, OK?

Why would he look for something he already had?

- Exactly. - Bullshit!

- It's true. I saw him there, skulking around the wall.

- There were three people there, OK? What about your driver?

- Lester never touched the bag.

- He did, bro. I threw it to him when we went over the wall.

- Just think. How do you know each other?

- I met him when I was doing time.

He's a pickpocket.

Did you have a stroke?

- Nah, bro.

- You don't think I searched him?

You don't think I would've squeezed the truth out of him?

- He made a living off deceiving people.

It looks like you might have got played, too.

It's over, Noel.

It's over.

- I'm not going back to prison, bro.

- (PANTS) Nicely done, Constable.

- So where's my ruby?

- Looks like all hope of that question being answered died with poor old Lester.

- Okie dokie. What stories have you got to tell us, Lester?

- What is that?

- 'Hi, this is George. Leave me a message if you're sexy.'

- Christ's sake, George! Answer your (YELLS) fucking phone! Fuck!

- Lena, listen to me. It is you or him.

- Shut up!

- (YELLS)

- It's time.

- Babe, babe! We need to finish this properly.

OK? This isn't how we do things, OK?

We take something ugly, and we make it beautiful together.

Remember Europe. - Oh, fuck off.

- Remember how amazing it was? Sharing all of that?

Don't― Don't you miss it?

- We're not in Europe anymore.

- Sam. This is important to me.

- Yeah. I don't give a shit.

- Our life, what we had here...

I wish things could have stayed like that.

But I guess nothing lasts forever.

(CHOKES)

- Well, that was a surprise.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

- Hey, hey. Is it― Is it OK if I just hang out at the station a little bit longer?

- It's a police station, Mr Sterling, not a cafe.

- Yeah. Sam Masters, uh, asked me to pick him up from Gintopia.

Of course I said no. Man's clearly unhinged.

- Where did he want you to take him?

- He didn't say, but he won't stop blowing up my phone.

He's obviously really pissed off, and I―

You know, I'd appreciate it―

- Hide in the break room, Mr Sterling. Try not to soil yourself.

- Break room.

- Oh, my babe.

I had such big plans for you.

Now, where were we?

Hallelujah!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- Is that your ride?

George Sterling, is it?

- Yeah.

So, time's up.

- Don't rush this.

You've waited so long.

If you don't savour it, it'll all be for nothing.

- Oh, I'm gonna savour it.

- But this is Lena's vision, not yours.

Use your hands.

I won't fight.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(WHEEZES)

(CHOKES)

- (GRUNTS)

- Get off her!

- (ROARS)

Oh, come on, Si.

We all know you don't have the balls.

(BANG! BANG!)

- (GASPS, PANTS)

- Hey, hey, hey. Look at me. Look at me.

It's OK. You're safe.

It's over.

It's over.

- Christ on a bike.

- You took your time.

(MEANINGFUL MUSIC)

Thank you.

- You would have done the same for me.

How are you holding up?

Sorry.

Dumb question.

- I thought I was gonna die, Simon.

Feels surreal.

I don't think it's really hit me yet.

- You held off two serial killers for, what, 24 hours?

What was the plan when you went in there to confront him?

- Does it matter?

- I guess not.

(PLOP!) Throwing that one back?

- (CHUCKLES)

Just remembering someone special.

I went to see Lynne this morning.

Took her some flowers.

Peonies. They were her favourite.

And I just sat there talking to her for, like, a good 20 minutes.

I've never done that before.

And I finally felt like...

I could.

Is that mad?

- No, not at all.

- What about you? How are you travelling?

- I'm not sure, to be honest. It's a strange feeling.

I feel...

older.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

- Okie dokie. OK. Four across, seven letters.

1997 romance that hit an iceberg.

Come on. What do you reckon?

Yeah. Titanic. Too easy.

It always got me.

OK. Seven across, 13 letters.

Fifth and final studio album from The Police.

And we are out of luck because I haven't got a clue.

- Synchronicity.

Mm.

Bloody good album.

- Kylie.

Hey.

- Oh! - Get that out of your― hey.

- Oh! My head.

My head is pounding.

- I don't blame you. You've been out for five days.

- Five days. Shit.

Veronica's plants. I haven't watered Veronica's plants.

- It's fine. They're fine.

- Hey.

You haven't been sat there the whole time, have you?

- Hey, only when I could.

I didn't want you waking up by yourself.

She's still got a way to go before she's back on her feet.

But, I mean, she's already cracking all the jokes.

I told her we'll pop in later with some kai.

You know her. Girl wants all the trimmings.

- Hey.

- Hey, mate.

(BOTH LAUGH)

- Thank you guys for the messages and the meals.

Sorry I've been a little bit AWOL.

- You do not need to explain a thing.

- Hey. Simon told me about the Ruby Rose case.

It sounds like you nailed it.

- OK, well, I couldn't do it without my 2IC.

But after a thorough cleaning,

the ruby's on its way back to New York City.

- Yeah. And Sarge was an absolute badass.

- Um, sorry. Jarrod and Shelby, have you got something you would like to share?

- (LAUGHS) Such a detective? - She is. Doesn't miss a thing.

- We're engaged. (LAUGHTER)

- SIMON: Amazing, you two.

- Congrats.

- - Why the hell did Kincaid call us in today, anyway?

- No idea. He said he had something he wanted to...

- Glad you're all here.

Great that you can follow orders for once.

What are you doing here? I thought you were on stress leave.

- Nice to see you too, Vernon. I'm just popping in to say hello and goodbye.

- Who are you? - I'm Shelby.

- Yeah, she's my fiancee.

- Well, you shouldn't be here.

Right, some information pertaining to Inspector Li Feng.

I'm afraid she's been detained at Zagreb Airport by Customs.

Apparently, they found 2 million euro inside Ken's wheelchair.

Which means that she'll be tied up for the foreseeable future.

I'm sure the Commission won't leave you rudderless for long.

I do know that they like a shiny new appointment.

Anyhoo, I wish I could say it's been a pleasure.

- You're leaving?

- I've got a ton of paperwork that I need to catch up on.

- Right. Well, uh, the place won't be the same without you.

- Yeah. So sad.

- Take care, Vernon. I'm sure we'll cross paths again soon.

- I'm sure we will, Mallory.

Oh, and one last matter...

Right on cue. - Vernon, what the hell is this?

- This is playing by the book.

- Uh, guys, what's going on?

- This is a raid. - On who?

- Us.

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