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Did you pull the trigger?

Well, I rang Jess.

There's drugs coming into the Gulf.

Clean meth and crack. I'll give you names.

I've got your fingerprints on my yacht's medical kit.

Do you think you forgot other important things?

- (METAL CREAKS, WATER RUSHES) - Help!

(DARK MUSIC)

(DARK MUSIC CONTINUES)

So, where's the report?

I got on a transfer. I thought that was the most important...

No, you didn't report his confession of his drug dealing.

- I was gonna get a statement today. - Jess!

Rule one of policing... what is it? Rule one.

Report it... immediately.

Yes.

You really think he was taken out?

Yes.

Hoani Casey went to visit Ronan Croft in prison,

and on that same night was the night

that Hoani broke into Bennington's, demanded guns.

What are you suggesting?

I'm suggesting that the two cases are connected.

- (SIGHS DEEPLY) - Did forensics come back on the gun?

Modified .303. The serial number's been filed off.

But Bennington and Hoani's fingerprints are all over it, as expected.

And the bullet was definitely shot from that weapon, as expected.

There's a copy of it on your desk.

- There's no other fingerprint? - No, why?

- Jess? - Yeah.

Listen, it's one thing to want a thorough investigation,

but it's another thing completely different

to go on a witch hunt against a former cop.

Yeah.

You're sounding a touch paranoid, detective.

♪ Between you and me

♪ is a body of water. ♪

(LOW, DARK MUSIC)

(SIGHS) Shit.

- Little fuckers. We know exactly who. - Call the cleaners.

They'll be on the CCTV. I'll check it.

Do the cleaners first.

Do you mind?

Jeanine was harassed outside BP last night by one of the Caseys.

Refused to serve a cop's wife.

- Morning, boss. - (SIGHS) Rory.

Same crowd have gone B-side on the ferry last night, apparently.

They tossed out all the newspapers.

Hey, I think you'll find that was one person, and it was a schoolboy, so...

There's been rubbish dumped outside Bennington's.

Yeah, all right. All right, Pup.

A man has died, Constable.

A family has lost a son, a father, a husband,

and that man was shot by an ex-cop, so...

Whatever our feelings about Doug Bennington,

and whatever the facts of the matter are,

we are gonna go softly softly.

We are - not gonna inflame the situation by charging the people

who vandalised the station.

(TABLE BANGS)

- Looks good. - Yep, it's my birthday.

Happy birthday to me.

(LOW MUSIC HUMS)

(BIRDS SING DISTANTLY, WAVES LAP)

(GROANS)

(HUMS SOFTLY, BRUSHES TEETH)

(CONTINUES HUMMING)

- (CAR ENGINE APPROACHES) - (SIGHS, GRUNTS)

(SIREN BLARES, CAR ENGINE REVS)

Jesus!

(CAR ENGINE REVVING CONTINUES) Get out of there, will ya?!

- (MEN WHOOP) - Eh, piss off!

- Stop that, will ya! Get out! - Bastard! (WHOOPS)

Oi! Rack off!

- (MEN YELL) - Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Ah, man, no! No! Cut it out! - You killer!

(ENGINE REVS) (MEN CHEER, LAUGH)

(ENGINE RECEDES)

(DOG BARKS DISTANTLY)

(BIRDS SING, CRICKETS CHIRP)

(SIGHS)

Have you got any idea how difficult these are to propagate?

I can't say I do.

Go clean yourself up, Jack.

(SOFT, PENSIVE MUSIC)

- Good for brain and bowel. - Hm.

READS: 'Symbiotic colony of bacteria and yeast, ' hm?

Thanks.

Bennington's phone records.

- Yep. - Why?

Well, here is the call he made to me at 4.05am,

then the call prior is nine hours earlier,

and that was the call that he made to his sister in Melbourne,

and other than that...

well, that's it.

Well, the All Blacks won 24-7 that night...

one of their best games of the season, apparently.

Could be a reason not to call anyone.

No?

What are you thinking?

Knock on the door,

I walk in, I call out his name...

Doug?

...go down the hallway.

Something feels off.

Other than the dead body on the floor?

Yeah, you're right. It's just a feeling.

I don't trust those at the moment.

(DISHES CLINK, BRUSH SCRAPES)

Don't.

Something else.

I want out.

Out of what?

Your business.

Oh, come on, Jack.

- We go way back, you and me. - Yeah, I know.

(DISH CLINKS)

But shit keeps happening to me, not you.

Like that missing kid...

you made me keep quiet to protect yourself, but everyone else gets hurt,

- but not you. - I never made you do anything.

Truth is, you couldn't even tie your own bloody shoelaces without my help.

Take a look at yourself.

Well, you can stop bringing this shit around!

(BOTTLES CLINK)

Listen.

I'll bring you a whole trailer-load of plants

to replace the ones out the back, eh? How's that?

What were they?

You just don't get it, do you?

- I grew them from seed. - SOFTLY: Oh.

Now, just go. And next time you shoot someone, don't call me.

I never did.

(LOW, BROODING MUSIC)

The bullet entered the chest, shattering the fifth rib,

perforating the heart and lung, exiting through his back,

destroying the T6 vertebra.

Was the barrel of the gun pressed against his skin at the time of firing?

Yeah, see, the bullet hole markings around the wound

entrance were consistent with that.

There's a contusion on the base of the skull here...

consistent with a blow shortly before death.

Mm.

The odd... scrape,

nick on the skin.

Anything else?

Yeah.

I thought it might have been made by a bracelet...

one of those plastic ones that are given out at concerts and suchlike, but...

There are a number of possible scenarios.

Yeah, or it's ligature marks.

- Possibly. - Do we have a timeframe on these?

Very difficult to pinpoint exactly, but, uh...

definitely within the six hours before his death.

I...

thought you might like some hard copies.

Yeah, thanks.

You can release the body to the family tomorrow morning.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(METAL CREAKS)

(METAL CREAKS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC SWELLS)

I need to talk to you about something.

Uh-oh. What have I done now?

Really?

- OK, what? - No, it's, um...

It's about me; it's something that I've done.

- No, Ruby, it's really very serious. - OK, shoot. I'm listening.

Tell me the terribly wrong thing you've done.

I can remember something about the accident, about my accident.

But it might not be true.

Because, um, apparently, um...

apparently coming off drugs can do that.

Mm.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

But...

once we were in the water, before the car sank...

I had undone my seatbelt, and, uh...

the window...

was smashed.

I think that's how I...

I hurt my head. I don't know.

(CRICKETS CHIRP SOFTLY)

Alex's seatbelt was still done up.

And he couldn't reach his seatbelt to undo it,

cos, he was, um... he was trapped by the steering wheel.

But I could.

I could have freed him.

But I didn't.

I just didn't.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

You're meant to save yourself. That's just instinct.

No, Ruby, it's not cop's instinct.

I don't know why I would have done that. Why...

I... uh...

- I loved Alex. I loved him so much. - Don't beat yourself up about it.

Anyway, you said it might not even be true.

- I think I need to tell someone. - You have told someone.

- No. You've told me. - Yeah, Ruby, I mean the police.

- You are the police. - Yeah, exactly.

Oh, so you're going to tell someone, and then end up in jail, or whatever?

Great plan, Mum (!) You said you'd help me with the baby.

Hey!

Hey, Ruby! Christ! I'm sorry, but this is not about you, OK?

(SNIFFLES)

The world (SNIFFLES) does not revolve around Ruby, OK?

And if you're gonna be a mother, then...

I don't have to take this shit from you! Thanks for the crap dinner, Mum.

(DOOR OPENS, SLAMS CLOSED)

(DARK MUSIC BUILDS)

(CRICKETS CHIRP)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(CELL PHONE RINGTONE PLAYS)

- Hey. - Hey, boss.

How's the weather in the old, uh, big smoke?

Clouds are coming in over here.

Yeah, I can see a storm coming in over the Gulf.

Huh. If the rumours are true, you do have one of those high-rise

apartments on the new waterfront.

- Can't complain about the view. - So, what have you got for me?

Initial results from Ronan Croft's PM.

No surprises, really. He bled out through the cuts on his wrists,

and they were made by that blade that we found in his hand.

(DARK MUSIC BUILDS)

(DARK MUSIC CONTINUES)

Here we are, mate.

The girl in the office will give you a list of everything that forensics took...

bloody wallies.

(SIGHS)

- Well, I'll, uh... I'll be on my way. - Thanks, Pup.

Um, there's a little something on the bench from me and the boys.

Oh.

You're a good man, Doug.

Personal opinion... the bastard got what he deserved.

(DARK MUSIC BUILDS)

(SIGHS)

(BIRDSONG)

Hey. Thank you...

for meeting with me.

I can tell you straight off,

that gun wasn't his, OK? He never used sawn-offs.

He used to call them Mad Max guns, cos all the bad guys in movies have them.

Right. Can I show you a photo?

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

- Well, what am I looking for? - (SIGHS) Um...

(SIGHS)

These faint lines here...

and here.

Those marks weren't there when I last saw him alive.

- That was the night he was killed. - Murdered.

Yeah, we were watching rugby with the kids.

- And he went out? - Yeah.

Do you have any idea why he would have gone

to visit Ronan Croft in prison earlier that day?

No.

You don't seem surprised.

Why would I be surprised?

Well, because they don't have a whole lot in common.

Cos he's a rich white kid and a poor Maori?

Yep, actually.

I know that you and my aunt are friends,

but you shouldn't be here.

Can I ask you...

what do you know about your husband's business dealings?

What does any woman know about her husband's business?

OK.

Koro.

Was Hoani running drugs through the island with Ronan Croft?

I'm an old man. I don't know anything about drugs.

Come on, look.

Was this his? Have you seen this?

Come on, Koro, how many more of your whanau

have to die before you get off the fence and talk to me?

You want me to know your side of the story, but no one's talking.

(DARK MUSIC BROODS)

(KEYS CLINK)

(GRUNTS)

Once upon a time, there were two men...

one Maori, one Pakeha.

Mates.

'BFFs' you'd probably call them now.

The Maori fella was shoulder-tapped by his koro to look after the family...

financially too, I mean.

It was hard on the island back then for young Maori.

Times were tough...

no jobs.

So... he decided to start up a horticultural business,

to help keep the family afloat.

There's lovely soil here.

It didn't make anyone rich,

but it helped those ones who wanted to stay here on the island.

And the other guy?

He became the local cop.

They decided instead of fighting about it,

that they would help expand the horticultural business

and use the extra cash to buy things on the island.

They thought they were doing the right thing...

just like you, Jess,

with Hoani.

- What happened to those two guys? - (CHUCKLES) They got old.

The business changed.

Doing the right thing became less clear...

well, to the Maori fulla, it did.

He told his family to stay away from that imported stuff.

Some listened.

In the end, he walked away, and he left them to it.

And the Pakeha fella?

You're making me late to pick up my mokopuna.

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

(DOOR OPENS)

- (SIGHS) - (DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(HANDBRAKE CREAKS, ENGINE STOPS)

(BIRDS SING, CRICKETS CHIRP)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hey.

You OK?

Not really.

I'll go wait in the car.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(DOOR OPENS)

Is it the baby? (DOOR CLOSES)

What? - The baby.

No, the baby's cool.

That's all cool.

Um...

(SIGHS)

Do you wanna talk to me? I mean...

Come on, Ruby, talk to me. It can't be as bad as what I'm imagining it.

Actually, I think it might be worse.

(SIGHS)

Have you ever asked yourself why you were in the car with Alex

the night you had your accident?

It's because I had just told you something.

You see,

me and AJ... well, we'd just become a thing.

You know... like, a real thing,

and he said I had to tell you for my sake,

that not telling you was making me sick.

WHISPERS: What? Tell me, Ruby.

(SIGHS) That Alex used to abuse me.

- It started when I was 13. - (GASPS SOFTLY)

I tried to tell you so many times,

but you were always acting like he was this really amazing stepdad.

And then I did tell you, (SIGHS) and you had your accident,

and you forgot it.

SOFTLY: Oh, no.

Please don't lose it, Mum. I don't want the drama again.

- WHISPERS: I... Yeah. - (SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

Can I hold you? (BREATHES SHAKILY)

Please?

I'm going to stay at AJ's place now.

Well, can I...

- can I come and visit you? - No.

I'll come back tomorrow.

OK.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(WHIMPERS)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(DARK MUSIC BUILDS)

(GASPS)

(DARK MUSIC STIRS)

(RAIN PATTERS)

Is it true?

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES IN SLOW MOTION)

(PANTS)

(RAIN PATTERS)

- Fuck you! - What?! (EXCLAIMS, SPLUTTERS)

(TYRES SCREECH)

- Jess! Fucking stop it, Jess! - (SCREAMS)

- Agh! - (TYRES SCREECH)

(CRASH!)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS, PANTS)

(SCREAMS)

- ECHOING: Jess! - (WATER RUSHES)

(EXCLAIMS, CRIES)

(CRIES, SCREAMS)

(EXCLAIMS, PANTS)

(SPITS)

(SMASH!) (SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS, SOBS)

(WATER RUSHES, METAL CREAKS)

Get out!

Get out!

(YELLS)

(WATER GURGLES)

(YELLS)

(WAVES CRASH)

(PANTS)

(GASPS, SOBS)

(WATER GURGLES)

(PANTS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR) (BREATHES SHAKILY)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(PANTS)

(POIGNANT PIANO MUSIC)

(CRICKETS CHIRP)

(LEAVES RUSTLE)

I need to see her.

Yeah. It's not gonna happen.

AJ.

I know that you're trying to protect her, I...

No.

I'm just doing what she's asking me to do.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(POIGNANT PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)

(RELAXED ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) (SOFT CHATTER)

Thank you, Sophie.

Cheers.

- Belated happy birthday, 'Nise. - Who told you?

Rory.

- He's a good bloke, Rory. - Mm.

Did you get those phones to the technicians?

Mm-hm. Signed, sealed, delivered.

(SIGHS)

Do you think they're gonna give you what you're looking for?

Half of me hopes they do, and half of me hopes they really don't.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

What birthday is this, or are you gonna turn 40 forever?

(CLEARS THROAT)

No, I am 50-fucking-5.

Sometimes I think I'll never have sex again.

Suggestion... uh, maybe you wanna broaden your horizons.

When was the last time you got off the island?

Good point.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(SIGHS)

Hey, how you doing?

Without Alex, I mean?

Now, see, you think you know someone.

You think you know yourself.

You wake up one morning and you realise

that you just don't know shit about anyone or anything.

(MUSIC CONTINUES SOFTLY)

- Well, that's illuminating (!) - (CHUCKLES DULLY)

- Denise, you're up! - Mm!

Come on, we're up.

- Nah. - Oh, you pussy.

You have never won.

So? What are you afraid of?

I don't understand why you wanna keep playing this game...

- You've been away some time. - ...when you're so bad at it.

(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)

Oh, Jess, Jess, Jess.

It's your jacket. - Thank you.

OK, well, see you tomorrow.

OK.

Home, James! And don't spare the horses!

(GRUNTS, MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)

(CAR ENGINE REVS, RECEDES)

(DOOR CLICKS)

(CRICKETS CHIRP)

(DOOR CLICKS)

(WAVES LAP, BOATS CREAK)

(CAR ENGINE WHIRRS, HANDBRAKE CREAKS, CAR ENGINE STOPS)

(SIGHS) (CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

- Hey, Mum. - Hey.

- SOFTLY: Hey. - (BREATHES SHAKILY)

- Hey. - (SOBS SOFTLY)

- I'm sorry. - (BREATHES SHAKILY, GASPS)

I don't want you to treat me any different, all right?

I'm still exactly the same as I was yesterday, and...

the day before that, and the day before that.

It's just you that's different, because now you know.

Yeah, now I know.

- And now I know I killed the bastard. - SOBS: I'm sorry.

No.

- No, don't, OK? - (SOBS)

Hey.

Ruby, none of this was your fault, OK?

None of it.

- (BREATHES SHAKILY) - I should have seen.

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

- I should have seen. I'm sorry. - (BREATHES SHAKILY) Yeah.

Yeah, you should have. (GASPS)

(SNIFFLES)

Yeah.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

- I'm gonna have to confess. - Why?

What good would that do?

I'm supposed to be one of the good guys.

Well, maybe for once you should be a mother first...

and then a cop.

You owe me that.

(SOMBRE MUSIC BUILDS)

(BIRDS SING DISTANTLY)

(DARK MUSIC HUMS)

(DARK MUSIC CONTINUES)

Thanks.

Hey.

Coffee?

Now, I'm guessing this isn't a social call.

Ronan Croft was using his yacht to run drugs in from a vessel offshore.

Was he, now?

Who told you that?

- He did, actually. - Ah.

- Who was running him, do you know? - Hoani knew.

And he thought that the old fella at the top should move over.

And you think I'm that old fella?

- Yes, Doug, I do. - (CHUCKLES)

OK, then, come on. Let's have it. Lay it out for me.

(CHINA CHINKS)

Well, Hoani came here to tell you that he was taking over.

He didn't bring a gun... didn't think he needed one.

He underestimated you, so we're both guilty of that.

You surprised him.

You knocked him out, you tied him up, and then you phoned Jack Brodie

and asked him to bring you a weapon that couldn't be traced.

Christ, Doug. You shot dead an unarmed,

groggy,

tied-up victim,

and then you called me.

Jess.

No, you used me.

You used me and then you thought that I would go easy on the investigation...

that I would maybe veto a post-mortem.

What do you think you've got on me?

We have marks on Hoani's wrists,

where you tied him up with the rubbish bag ties.

Forensics found half a bag in your second drawer.

They match. They put them back; they're good like that.

You'll find a match for those plastic ties in most of the kitchens on Waiheke.

They've got a whole heap of cell phones

from the Waiheke Trust Corp with your fingerprints on them.

What does that prove?

They have phone calls to and from Ronan Croft

and from other people we suspect will link us to drug trafficking in the Gulf.

- It's not exactly hard evidence, is it? - And on one of those phones...

is the call that you made to Jack Brodie an hour before you called me.

He is in at Central now making a statement, Doug.

(SIGHS)

- (HANDS SLAP) - (SIGHS DEEPLY)

So what happens now?

We rinse our coffee cups,

so we don't get ants on the bench,

and you come with me... (SIGHS)

(DISHES CLATTER, WATER RUNS)

...and we drive to the police station.

You're disappointed in me... I can see that.

But really I'm not the bad guy you think I am,

any more than I was the good guy

you looked up to when you first signed up as a detective.

Good guys, bad guys,

right and wrong, guilty or innocent. (CHUCKLES)

It's never that simple.

Well, you already know that, now, don't you?

It's time to go.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

(PANTS)

Oh, Jess.

I can't go to prison; you know that.

(GRUNTS) (GUNSHOT) (EXCLAIMS)

No! (YELPS, EXCLAIMS)

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

BREATHLESSLY: He wouldn't have hurt me.

(PANTS, GASPS)

(SIREN WAILS)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(SOFT, SOMBRE MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(SOMBRE MUSIC BUILDS)

(SIGHS)

Ruby?

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

(GATE BUZZES)

Take a seat, son.

I didn't do it for you.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SIGHS, CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFS)

(SINISTER MUSIC)