Original subtitles

MUSIC: "Nature" by The Fourmyula

This is Jonty with you on Peninsula FM

reminding all of you out there to hunker down.

We have heavy rain warnings, we have wind warnings, all of the warnings.

That's all right because I'll be here all day

and all of the night keeping you company

and keeping you up to date.

'So, stay tuned for road closures

'and guys, please be safe out there.'

Are all the rooms ready?

HE EXHALES That is, uh, a Saffron question.

Well, if they fill up,

I guess we can put people up in the conference room?

Yeah, sure.

RAIN PATTERING

Oh, and do we have batteries?

Uh, try the drawer with all the stuff we never use.

G'day, Cole.

Shit.

Hey, I found one that works so at least that...

Hey, Vin.

What do you want?

A room.

Sign outside there says you've got vacancies.

VINNY SCOFFS

You've got to be taking the piss. Get out, get out, Burnsie.

I was gonna call ahead but...

I figured you guys wouldn't wanna see me.

VINNY: Oh, you got that right.

Who else knows where we are?

No-one.

I've come to make amends, Cole, Vinny.

I did you wrong and...

..I'm sorry.

That's what I'm here to say.

VINNY SCOFFS

THUNDER RUMBLING

I'll get you that room.

Cole. It's OK.

It's OK.

HUFFS

KEYS JINGLING, THUNDER RUMBLING

It's good to see you, mate.

MUSIC PLAYS OVER RADIO

BREATHES HEAVILY

SIGHS

JONTY CHOKING OVER RADIO

THUDDING

THUNDER RUMBLING

Nice place.

How'd you find us?

Well...

you know me, Cole.

Tracking people's what I do.

The website.

SCOFFS

We were only up there for half a day so why were you looking?

Like I said... You flew all this way to say sorry?

I retired a month ago.

Thought I'd do a spot of fishing.

Catch up on all the binge watching people were talking about but...

it's hard to relax and enjoy the pension while...

you've got a guilty conscience.

WOMAN: Yoo-hoo!

Hey.

Just getting my power walk in before the storm.

Oh! Hello.

Hello. Uh, Clay, Clay Burnes.

I'm an old friend of Cole's from Sydney.

Oh!

Uh, right, yeah, this is Maxine, our, uh, permanent guest.

An old friend, you say?

I was beginning to think Vanessa and Peter didn't have any friends.

No-one ever visits them.

BURNSIE CHUCKLES

It's a bit of a pity that you've come here before the storm.

Mind you in saying that, Clay,

it can be quite romantic to hunker down, safe from the weather.

Righto, let's go.

Uh, well.

Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.

MAN: Thanks, ladies.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

MOBILE BUZZING

Yeah?

Hey, Jamie, have you been listening to Peninsula FM by any chance?

Nah, I'm too busy trying to save people from themselves.

Bro!

The beach is closed!

Well, something's off at the radio station.

Do you wanna swing past, check it out?

No can do.

'Uh, well, I... I can go, maybe.'

Um, there was just some really weird noises and now nothing.

Just no music. Yeah, or you could just leave it.

'Focus on running your place.'

Jamie... 'Bye, Vinny.'

HUFFS

RAIN PATTERING

BREATHES HEAVILY, DOOR OPENS

SIGHS Hey, hey.

Hey. Where are you off to?

Uh, radio station.

Jamie's still being really odd.

Has he said anything to you? No.

No, he hasn't. Radio station?

Um, Peninsula FM.

Something just sounded really off and now just...

..dead air.

And you wanna get away from Burnsie?

SCOFFS

I mean, I'd love to know how he found us.

Saffron's website. Remember?

That was up for half a day.

Why was he looking?

I don't buy that he's come here to apologise.

Well, he says he's retired, he has regrets.

Oh, yeah, I regret not hitting him with that torch.

OK.

I know you don't trust him and I don't blame you,

but I just... if he was gonna share our location,

I just... I don't think he'd be here.

So let me hear what he has to say.

OK, and then what?

Are we just supposed to walk away from another life now?

COLE SIGHS HEAVILY

Go to the radio station.

Mm-hm.

I'll find out what's going on, why he's really here.

And tell him to leave.

DOOR OPENS

PANTS Hello?

Hello? THUNDER RUMBLING

Hey, hey. Can you hear me? Hey.

BREATHES HEAVILY

MOBILE KEYS CLICKING

State Highway's closed into Mowai.

Already? Yeah, three trees are down.

Suggesting that we transport him to the police station.

You don't have room, do you?

Right, shall we complete an initial scene investigation?

He choked on a sandwich.

Jamie...

I hate to say this... Here we go.

The food was at the front of his mouth, the door was open,

and there are fibres on his neck, there.

See?

Jonty's a good guy.

Why would anyone... I didn't realise you knew him.

I'm sorry.

Well...

I didn't... really, I saw him around.

I can look after things here if you need to be elsewhere.

No. Look, if you really think something's up, I'll call Annette.

You just said the road's closed, she won't get here.

She's a working detective, Vinny.

Jamie, what is going on here?

We need to work with what we've got.

SHE GROANS

Do you want a second opinion?

There's black fibres under the nails. And...

Is that... Looks like...

traces of blood.

So, someone will have defence injuries.

There's evidence he was eating, choked on his food.

But I can see ligature marks, unidentified fibres on his neck,

so query strangulation.

OK, Jamie, what is going on?

If Cole or I have said or done anything to upset you,

please, I... I really wanna know.

OK, fine.

Are you actually ex-police?

Sorry? Mate.

I never questioned it. Um...

Where's this coming from?

There's nothing online, not one thing.

I can Google myself and find results.

My recruit graduation photo,

the time I did traffic safety at the primary school.

Mate, it's... it's a choice. We don't want an online presence.

Well, Detective Grainger called New South Wales to check your story.

I see. Shit.

They didn't know you.

That's how Burnsie's found us. So he wasn't actively looking.

What's the big secret? DOOR OPENS

Who's Burnsie?

Excuse me.

What the hell is going on? Um...

Constable Jamie Haira.

You are... Simona Cassidy, Peninsula FM.

There's dead air.

Jonty's not answering the studio phone.

Oh, shit. Is he OK?

No. Uh, no.

He's not.

RAIN PATTERING, THUNDER RUMBLING

Have you met Vanessa and Peter's friend?

They have a friend? Yeah.

His name's Clayton Burnes. He's from the Australian Police.

I think he's in Unit 12.

OK. New theory. They're 501's.

501's. Criminals who have been deported from Australia.

This Burnes guy is here to check on them.

Peter and Vanessa are not criminals.

Right, and if they got deported to New Zealand,

they'd have to be New Zealanders.

They're putting on Australian accents.

Why would they do that? Hm.

Kia ora. Kia ora.

Got any rooms?

We have one studio unit available.

A lot of people trapped by this weather.

Yeah, just like my clients.

I picked them up from the point and now we can't get back.

Oh! Maxine. Welcome. Oh, Dylan. Chur Bro Kiwi Tours.

Ah!

Would your studio unit fit five French tourists?

Mine barely fits Mark and I, and he lives in a tank.

CHUCKLES

The bosses said we can offer a free air bed or mattress

for the night in the conference room.

Marae styles, it's cool. I'll let them know.

RAIN PATTERING, DOOR CLOSES

Not criminals.

I still love them even if they are on the run,

having betrayed the head of their organised crime network.

In fact, I love them even more.

I was at home when I heard the dead air,

and I thought, "Idiot, he's a newbie." You know?

So then I thought, "Oh, great (!)

"Simmy has to save the day again." CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING

So you knew each other well, then?

We were ships in the night, babes.

Choking's my worst fear, actually, cos I live alone, you know?

Mowai Bay. 10-A.

BUTTON CLICKING No, no, no. What're you...

And we're back.

Sorry about the interruption. Normal transmission now resumed.

This is Simona Cassidy with you on Peninsula FM,

keeping you warm through the storm.

MUSIC PLAYS, JAMIE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY

What?

We can't have dead air during a weather event.

People rely on us for important information.

This is a suspicious death.

You don't wanna contaminate the scene.

What do you mean, suspicious? It's a ham sandwich, isn't it?

There might be more to it.

Oh, way to scare the shit out of me

when I'm about to spend the day alone in the studio.

No, you-you can't do that.

Yeah, do you have some kind of long playlist you can put on?

And leave the community in the lurch? I don't think so.

Hey, I'm getting hammered by comms.

The storm is causing havoc on the roads.

OK. And what's happening with the body?

An off-duty GP is turning up to transport him to the medical centre

until the undertaker can get here.

Well, I can stay, see the body off, make sure the scene is preserved.

It's fine, mate. I've got it covered.

OK. Fine. BUTTON CLICKING

Thanks.

Just a reminder, friends, essential travel only.

Keep the roads clear...

See what you can find out about her.

She had access.

And don't become an emergency yourself.

THUNDER RUMBLING

Yep, no problem. OK, thank you. Bye.

Peace offering.

Duty free.

Cole around?

No.

Suspicious death in town he's scene guarding,

because that's all we can do these days.

Oh, yeah, that's, um...

Detective Grainger from Auckland said that you're consulting here.

Course you are.

You can take the Coltharts out of the police

but you can't take the police out... That's not our name.

Not any more.

Why are you really here, Burnsie? It's not to beg forgiveness.

Well, why is that so hard to believe?

Well, there has to be something in it for you.

Someone offer you money? Are you still gambling?

God, no. No, look, it was...

a bloody wake-up call, losing Cole and you, and...

I've had to live with myself ever since.

Yeah, we've had to live with what you did here.

You're right.

I shouldn't have come.

I'll get out of your way.

Roads are closed.

Well, I'll just stay in my room until they're open again.

RAIN PATTERING

Hi. I'm really hoping you have a room available.

We sure do. Lucky last.

Oh, thank goodness.

Oh. Thank you. Um, just...

Yes. It's crazy out there, huh?

Mm-hm.

Got any luggage you need help with?

No, I came into town for supplies

and now I can't get back to my place.

What about a first aid kit? Scratch there.

What? Oh.

Oh, God, I... I didn't even realise.

You don't know how you got it?

Oh, it must have been the trees on the road.

I got out of the car to try and move them,

but I must have walked into a branch. Thank you.

Just come past reception if you need anything at all.

Right. DOOR CLOSES

HE EXHALES

Jonty's gone to the medical centre for now.

Oh, poor thing.

Is his family local or... ?

Ah, Auckland, I think.

Honestly, we barely even knew each other.

Right.

Looks like you had a big career in the city there.

Don't pretend you don't know who I am, sweetie.

Oh, I'm... I'm not from around here, so...

Berto and Simmy's Morning Asylum?

Auckland's top-rating breakfast show in 2022.

Oh.

Wow, now you're here. Change of pace or... ?

Exactly.

Should you be doing that?

In the absence of City Homicide, yes.

Good to find out as much as I can.

Anyone that had history with Jonty, any...

any conflict in his life. Is that his?

Ooh. Bit of an antique.

He had a dumb phone.

As opposed to a smartphone. Oh.

They're popular with Gen Z and my elderly mother.

I don't suppose you know where Jonty parks?

No, I don't, sorry.

Oh.

I might see if I can find it. Won't be long.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING

MOBILE BEEPS

Sorry to bother you, Wendy.

Do you happen to know a Jonty Darwin?

No. No, I... I do not.

You sure about that? He's a DJ at the radio station.

Well, I... I'm not local.

We just have a holiday house over on the point.

Look, I'm sorry, I've really gotta phone my family. They'll be frantic.

W... DOOR CLOSES

No privacy settings. Classic. What have you got?

Just a lot of lovely family photos.

Wendy and her husband.

Wendy and her daughter.

We're looking for a link between her and Jonty Darwin.

Little stalker's hack for you - New Zealand Companies Office.

So useful when screening new girlfriends.

Cos a business in liquidation is a red flag for me.

OK, worth a crack. I'll take Jonty, you take Wendy.

Rushton, W.

There's a company here listed Jonty Darwin Media. Sole trader.

Hmm. Nothing for Wendy, but she does give homemaker, so...

Hang on, hang on, that address.

A-ha. Look at that.

Jonty's company is registered to this address, Wendy's.

Now that is what I call a link.

Good looking fella. Hmm.

Not my type. HE SCOFFS

Was he a bit of a celebrity handing these things out?

Oh, yes, maybe he thought he was famous.

Right, yeah, I'm just trying to get a...

a picture of who this guy was.

OK. Well, what I do know -

crap taste in music.

HE CHUCKLES

Yeah, I can't comment. My wife has the music taste

of a 78-year-old man.

Hey, hey, hey, nothing wrong with that.

I'm partial to a bit of Elvis myself.

Oh, yeah, her father was in a cover band.

She grew up going from soundcheck to soundcheck.

She loved it. She even got me into it.

Oh, well, in that case...

This next one is for you...

and your gorgeous wife.

MUSIC: 'Don't You Know Yockomo' by Dinah Lee

CHUCKLES

# Hello, baby # Hello, baby

# Do way akaway # Do way akaway

# Well, hally-hally-hally-ho # Hally-hally-hally-ho

# Don't you know Yockomo? # Don't you know Yockomo?

# Ling-ting-ting # Ling-ting-ting... #

Oh. Uh, thanks.

# Hey-yea-yoh

# Oh, baby, baby, oh, my baby

# Yeah, baby, baby, oh, my baby

# Reet petite

# Get with the beat

# Do the boogie woogie In the middle of the street, eh? #

SIGHS

Can't find anything to suggest they were related or...

Oh, lil' age gap romance going on?

No. All her social media pics are of a happy family.

The daughter.

She's around the same age as Jonty. Name?

Uh, Eloise.

Eloise Rushton? Mm-hm.

Found her.

Any pics of her and Jonty? Not that I can see.

Just a lot of memes and selfies and...

And TayTay quotes.

And I'm not talking lover.

I'm talking Tortured Poets,

I'm talking All Too Well, ten-minute version.

You know what I'm saying.

I really don't.

This girl is going through a break-up.

And hell hath no fury...

like a mother scorned.

Exactly.

RAIN PATTERING, THUNDER RUMBLING

KEYS JINGLING

You bailing on us, Wendy?

I... I've gotta get out of here. I've gotta try the long way round.

Why did you say you didn't know Jonty Darwin?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. It's just...

I lost my temper and before I knew what I was doing I...

CRYING

Wendy?

Is there something you wanna confess?

Yes.

RAIN PATTERING, THUNDER RUMBLING

How did you know the victim, Jonty Darwin?

He was in a relationship with my daughter.

Until six weeks ago.

And what's your daughter's name? Eloise.

But she has no idea what I've done.

Oh, God, she's gonna be so cross with me.

Let's just focus on right now.

Jonty was the love of her life.

He was part of our family. And then he just dumped her.

By text.

And she didn't even know why. Just...

radio silence.

Radio silence?

Uh-huh.

And for weeks, my 17-year-old daughter was sleeping in my bed

every night because she was so heartbroken.

And this morning, I was...

driving by and I just thought...

..stuff it.

In a funny way, I do want him to know it was me.

So, the victim didn't see you at all?

You came at him from behind?

Well, he... he wasn't there.

He wasn't where?

Well, there.

I'd never have done it in front of him.

So...

Wait.

Mrs Rushton, you did confess to killing Jonty Darwin, correct?

Oh! Pardon?

What do you think you confessed to?

I keyed his Mini.

I'm sorry, J...

J... Jonty's dead?

Oh, my God! No! CRIES

Oh, no.

You didn't think to check what she was confessing to?

Wendy made it pretty clear she'd done something unforgivable.

And the defence wound on her head. From a fallen tree, she says.

Well, she checks out. There is a closure on that route.

Jamie...

We've got a problem here?

You didn't check your facts.

Yeah, OK. Fair enough.

But also...

..there's a disconnect.

Me and you.

Annette Grainger should never...

Any decent senior detective would have realised that...

Realised what? That we were putting distance

between ourselves and Detective Burnes.

And she just told him exactly where to find us.

You could have been honest with me in the first place.

Like, "Hey, we're in witness protection."

We're not.

Wendy, how are you holding up?

I just wanna go back to my room and have a cup of tea.

Is that OK? Of course.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Yeah.

State Highway remains closed. Slipper Hill remains closed.

There's flooding in the main road out of Rexton Town. So stay safe.

And stay tuned to Simona Cassidy on Peninsula FM.

MUSIC PLAYS, BREATHES HEAVILY

Was Jonty a journalist as well as a DJ?

Um, I think he may have written some articles for Mowai Times.

OK, take care. Thanks. PHONE RINGING

Hi, honey.

Phones are running hot.

Hey, I found something that might be worth looking into.

'Uh-huh?' Notes for a newspaper story

Jonty was working on about a local tour operator.

I sent you a pic.

OK.

'Apparently, this guy was a shoddy operator

'ripping off tourists.' KEYBOARD KEY CLACKING

Chur Bro Kiwi Tours. Are you serious?

'What? Are they the ones...'

Sleeping in our conference room, yeah.

Dylan, can I have a word? Hey.

Maxine was saying you and your hubby do a little ballroom dancing?

Ah, rock 'n' roll.

Oh, well, uh, Burnsie was saying give you enough bourbon

and you'll just show us the moves. CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY

Did he now?

Ah, I'll be back in a sec.

Sorry, can I fire up the jukebox? Clients are really keen.

Go for it.

Maxine. Hmm.

You wanna stay away from this creep.

Oh, is he a womaniser, is he?

Yeah.

BUTTON CLICKING Need a hand?

Oh, thanks. BUTTON CLICKING

OK, here we go. Clayton, do you like to boogie?

Oh, sorry. Two left feet, I'm afraid.

MUSIC PLAYS

Now, this is how we see out a storm, Chur Bro Kiwi styles, OK?

ALL CHEERING

Creep?

That hurts, Vin.

You said you were gonna stay in the room until the roads cleared.

Well, she knocked on the door.

She's more interested in finding out about you and Cole

than jumping my bones.

What did you tell her?

# Well, you told me That you need me... #

Oh, shit.

Take a seat.

Thanks.

You knew Jonty Darwin well?

DYLAN SIGHS

Unfortunately.

So you knew he was writing a piece

accusing you of being a shitty operator?

Look, is this about the pub?

Look, he threw hands first, mate.

So you... you had a brawl with him? When?

Last night. It was just self-defence.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

What a wanker.

What did you just say?

That's a girly drink you got there, mate.

CHUCKLES

A girly drink?

If Jonty's gonna press charges, then I'll press them right back.

Well, I don't think he's gonna be pressing any charges

from the body bag he's currently occupying.

Eh?

What... What happened?

What, did the storm get him?

No. A human did.

A human who will have defence injuries.

Scratch marks or similar.

Hold on. Hold the hell on. When forensics get through,

they'll be able to identify the tissue under his fingernails.

So if there's anything you wanna say in the meantime...

Uh, yeah. Jonty did this.

He scratched me last night in the pub.

CROWD EXCLAIMS

What the hell?

That thing actually cost me, like, $12, but, uh, worth it.

I'm a truth teller, Dylan.

You're nothing but a scammer.

Look at you, eh? Coming from the city,

picking on the locals trying to make ends meet.

Don't paint yourself as the victim.

Hey.

GROANS

What the hell?

I didn't... I didn't actually mean to do that.

You come near me again, you'll regret it.

It's convenient timing.

Where were you this morning, Dylan?

With my clients. You sure?

You seem to need time to think about that.

Look, we meet at 9:00, brunch at the craft brewery,

then here. That's it. Ask them.

OK.

And remember, the beaches are still closed,

so stay inside and stay listening to Simona.

# Screamin' words of glory

# From the back of a Ford

# He turned my momma's head With the word of the Lord

# He might have been preachin' But every single evenin'

# Papa was a Moonshine Man # Moonshine Man

# Moonshine man. #

Lost something?

Uh, Jonty has. His scarf.

Oh, yeah.

He was a bit of a scarf wearer, that whole preppy thing.

He also had a lot of food stashed in the fridge.

Did he? Anything yum?

Oh. Right, sorry.

Well, it's not like he's gonna miss it.

It's tofu, by the looks. Oh, pass. Any booze in there?

SCOFFS All this hunkering down

can get a bit dull once the initial excitement wears off.

So...

shall we raid the prize cupboard?

CHUCKLES, DRAWER CLOSES

Sure. Why not? I like your style.

Well, maybe I just wanna loosen your tongue

so I can interrogate you.

I totally did it.

We'll soon find out.

Well, crack into some cheap promo grog...

and see what happens.

Saffron...

..do you maybe wanna go and check all of the units,

make sure everyone's happy? Oh, no can do.

Cole asked me to stalk Simona.

Generally, or something specific? Generally.

And I am all over it. Simona is hilarious.

SIMONA: 'Here we go.

'This is my first topless sprint down Ponsonby Road!'

EXCLAIMS OK.

Oh.

CLEARS THROAT Come with me.

Vanessa, I love that you've been overprotected, but I'm a big girl.

I think Clayton's a really interesting man.

No, no, no. I need you.

CLEARS THROAT Dylan...

I'd love to have that chat with your clients now.

Uh, of course.

SPEAKING FRENCH

Ah.

SPEAKING FRENCH

Oh, um, this is my friend Maxine.

She's spent some time in France. I have.

And so, was Dylan with them at the craft brewery?

Mais non, Vinny. Mais non.

Pretty sure that means no.

Shit.

INDISTINCT MURMURING

What? There goes the power lines.

So, what happens now? Mm-hm. Wait for it.

Wait for it.

GENERATOR POWERS UP Boom.

We have a generator.

Fear not, listeners, I'm still here.

Simona Cassidy with you on Peninsula FM.

One of my old colleagues won Broadcaster of the Year

for her work during a weather event like this.

Hmm. Nice. Hmm.

Now, this is not the best party wine,

but it will do the trick.

And it's OK while you're working?

Just a cheeky little one.

Cheers. Cheers.

Thank God for generators, eh? COLE CHUCKLES

Saffron, why is the, um, generator not working?

You did fill up the generator

like I asked you to a couple of weeks ago?

I was gonna get round to it. SIGHS

Oi, Dylan!

CAR DOOR OPENS

Where are you headed, mate?

Look, this place is giving me the shits, OK?

I feel like I've done something wrong.

You have.

You lied about where you were when Jonty died.

OK.

Look, I wasn't with Fabrice and the others, OK?

I was up the bush track prepping for the day's tour.

Why didn't you just say that?

Look, Kiwi aren't easy to see, right? Especially during the day.

Being nocturnal. So...

So I give my clients a little bang for their buck, you know?

Have a couple of droppings along the bush track,

some Kiwi footprints.

I, um...

If they can't be seen...

I, uh...

KIWI SHRILLING

..make sure they're heard.

So you are scamming your clients?

If we go up there, we're gonna find the stuff that you planted?

Maybe if the rain hasn't washed it away.

So it's just your word, then?

The high viz guys are working hard to locate the lines down,

but we may be in for a dark few hours.

MOBILE RINGING

But I'll be here through the night

to hold you tight till the sun comes out again.

Hello? SAFFRON: 'Are you alone?'

Yeah, I'm, uh... I'm in the prize cupboard.

I love a train wreck,

and Simmy never met a table she didn't wanna dance on or fall off.

Yeah, she's a colourful character.

Have fun watching the reels I just sent you.

SIMONA EXCLAIMING

Slay, bitches!

EXCLAIMS

JAMIE: I still don't know why I'm doing this.

VINNY: 'Because you still love me and Cole really?'

Plus it'll be really good to confirm his alibi.

'OK, the titoki grove is just up ahead.'

Got it.

Enough battery power to prove it was planted this morning?

MACHINE BEEPS

'Yeah, almost full power.'

OK, love your work, Jamie. Thanks.

Honestly, shonky tour operator, not a killer.

You said it. COMPUTER BEEPS

Oh, finally.

MUSIC: 'Time's Been Killin' Me' by Brendan Ham

Anything urgent?

Nah, just our cleaner calling. Motel business.

Hey, is there any more booze out the back?

That wine's a bit, uh...

CLICKS TONGUE Hmm.

There's a reason it's a freebie. HE CHUCKLES

MUSIC PLAYING

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

MOBILE BEEPING

No dark liquor, sorry.

What are you doing?

Well, I was gonna take a look in your car.

Oh, no, I don't have any drinks in my car.

Nope. Oh.

But I wanted to find the black T-shirt

you were wearing earlier today.

Because if I can find it, I'm pretty sure the fibres

will match the ones found under Jonty's nails.

SCOFFS Yeah.

SHE LAUGHS

There's also the scarf he was wearing today.

The one you strangled him with.

Try searching my car with a bottle in your head, mate.

You always wear black.

Every one of those pictures up there, the whole rock chick thing.

You'd never choose that station merch you've got on right now.

But you had to change, right?

Because Jonty struggled, grabbed your top and I'm guessing it ripped.

You're bonkers, mate. HE CHUCKLES

Says the woman waving a broken bottle about.

I'm protecting myself because you are scaring me.

Oh!

Well, I... I apologise. I can leave if you'd feel safer.

And have you slandering me around town? I don't think so.

So what, you're gonna bottle me?

It wouldn't be my first time.

Slay, bitches! DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES, SIMONA EXCLAIMING

Saffron, did Cole reply when you sent him...

This is my private home, Burnsie.

You can't just walk in... Vin, I know. Look, Vin, I...

I just really wanna sort this out.

No, there's nothing to sort out. Look...

You screwed us over and now you're here.

I don't think there's any risk.

This is the other thing that I came here to say.

If you wanted to come back to Sydney...

..Cole's not in danger any more.

OK, don't believe me, stay here holding a baby cop's hand.

What? You're being wasted.

No, no, don't belittle Jamie. Or us.

Get back to your actual career. Shush, shush. It's Cole.

COLE: 'You didn't come to Mowai Bay out of choice.

'You were fired from breakfast radio.'

SIMONA: 'I was stitched up.' COLE: 'You slapped a child star.'

SIMONA: 'Being outrageous was part of my brand.'

Are you guys hearing this? It's brilliant.

COLE: 'Put the bottle down, Simona.'

SIMONA: 'I'll put the bottle down your God-damn throat.'

CAR ENGINE SPLUTTERING

God. What the hell?

There's no gas.

SHE SIGHS

Shit! Saffron!

Saffron! Did you syphon gas out of my car?

You asked me to fill the generator. GROANS

We'll take your rental, where'd your park?

I got the bus here.

VINNY GROANS

Hey, you need lift, team?

Yeah. Yeah? Yes.

I saw the email from your old station.

You thought they were reaching out

because they wanted to have you back.

But they wanted a reference.

For Jonty.

Because he was cheap, not because he's talented.

And so you replied offering to take a lower rate

if they'd have you back.

You had a thorough snoop, didn't you?

But they wanted him.

Your moment was over. Out with the old, in with the new.

So this morning,

you saw the incoming storm as a way to get attention again.

But when you got here, Jonty was ensconced and not going anywhere.

Off you go, junior.

This is my shift.

Um... the people wanna hear a soothing, reassuring voice.

They wanna hear the voice of experience.

I'm the serious journalist, Simona.

Ah.

You're a serious dickhead.

HE SCOFFS

Says the breakfast radio idiot?

Whoa, whacky old Simmy in the morning!

You think that's what the people need

when there's an emergency happening?

Sorry.

No.

Piss off.

COLE: 'You've always had anger issues, and man,

'did they come to the fore today.' And...

You yanked his scarf around his neck and held tight, but Jonty...

Jonty fought back.

Caught you with his nails, ripped your T-shirt,

your black band T-shirt, which you then swapped out

for that one from the merch cupboard.

And you left your sandwich on the desk to make it look like he choked.

Simona, did you know Jonty was a vegetarian?

Yeah.

There's the lunch he stashed in the fridge,

and the other piece he was writing, Save The Planet, Don't Eat Meat.

You think you're so smart, eh?

Well, kinda.

I mean, I hit the broadcast button and you never noticed, so...

G'day. DOOR CLOSES

Ugh! It's like you people don't know a joke when you hear one.

Hey, honey?

You've got a great voice for radio.

RAIN PATTERING, THUNDER RUMBLING

All good.

Suspect's on the way to the city with Annette's team.

Old, uh, Slipper Hill Highway opened just in time.

And Simona Cassidy has another headline to add to her collection.

So...

back to...

Were you and Vinny both undercover agents, or...

Just me.

18-month operation in Queensland.

That's a long time away from Vinny. Yeah, well...

she understood.

She was always about, work comes first.

I was, um...

I was asked to infiltrate a crime family on the Goldie.

Big...

crime family.

And I became...

part of that family.

Eventually.

Birthdays, Christmas, family dinners.

INHALES DEEPLY

Until termination day.

Three brothers, their old man, four of the crew.

All went away.

And they knew it was you? Nah.

Nah, not a clue.

I was that close to them.

Till Burnsie took a pile of cash in exchange for enlightening them.

Wow, that's good of him.

How come you haven't kicked Burnsie's ass

all the way back across the Tasman Sea?

Maybe I want him where I can see him.

CHUCKLES

And you know what?

Maybe he did us a favour.

Turned out all right, I reckon.

Yeah. Yeah, I reckon too.

Cheers, Big Ears.

Saffron, can you take this? Oh, cheers.

BURNSIE: Choose your pile. Which pile?

That one? OK. Very good. CHUCKLES

Road's open. I'll call you a taxi.

Oh, um...

Vinny, look...

Expensive trip.

And Maxine has asked me to stay on for a bit.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

DOOR OPENS

RAIN PATTERING, THUNDER RUMBLING

You know I never believed Annette, right?

Wouldn't have blamed you if you did.

Eighteen months apart? Hm.

You're the tightest couple I know. Yeah, we do OK.

You know what Burnsie is saying?

Yeah, he's booked Unit 12 for a couple more days.

Look, I just... I think we hear him out.

OK? He's saying he's stopped gambling,

had some counselling. But I'll tell you what,

if he's full of shit... I get to say I told you so.

# She's a mod # She's a mod. #

Oh!

THEY CHUCKLE

May I have this dance? Yeah, go on.

# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah She's a mod, she's a mod

# Yeah, yeah she's a mod She's a mod

# She won't change any more. #

INDISTINCT CHATTERING

# She's a mod she's a mod She's a mod

# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah She's a mod, she's a mod

# Yeah, yeah, she's a mod...

MOBILE BUZZING

Burnes.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm here.

It's a tin pot town in the middle of nowhere with one community cop.

And he's barely that.

First things first.

Have you made the transfer?

OK. I'll, um...

I'll text the address when we hang up.

SIGHS

MOBILE KEYS CLICKING

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