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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?

Help!

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.

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. ♪

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.
- 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.

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

Happy birthday to me.

Jesus!

Get out of there, will ya?!

Eh, piss off!

- Stop that, will ya! Get out!
- Bastard!

Oi! Rack off!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

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

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

I can't say I do.

Go clean yourself up, Jack.

- Good for brain and bowel.
- Hm.

'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.

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.

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!

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.
- Oh.

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

I never did.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

The world
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.

- 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.

Here we are, mate.

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

bloody wallies.

- 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.

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?

- Well, what am I looking for?
- Um...

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.

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?
- 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.

Hey.

You OK?

Not really.

I'll go wait in the car.

Is it the baby?

What? - The baby.

No, the baby's cool.

That's all cool.

Um...

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.

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.

What? Tell me, Ruby.

That Alex used to abuse me.

It started when I was 13.

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,
and you had your accident,

and you forgot it.

Oh, no.

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

I... Yeah.

Can I hold you?

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.

Is it true?

- Fuck you!
- What?!

Jess! Fucking stop it, Jess!

Agh!

Jess!

Get out!

Get out!

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

Well, that's illuminating

- 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.

Oh, Jess, Jess, Jess.

It's your jacket. - Thank you.

OK, well, see you tomorrow.

OK.

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

- Hey, Mum.
- Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

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.
- I'm sorry.

No.

No, don't, OK?

Hey.

Ruby, none of this
was your fault, OK?

None of it.

I should have seen.

- I should have seen. I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

Yeah, you should have.

Yeah.

- 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.

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.

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

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.

So what happens now?

We rinse our coffee cups,

so we don't get ants on the bench,

and you come with me...

...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.

It's never that simple.

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

It's time to go.

Oh, Jess.

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

No!

He wouldn't have hurt me.

Ruby?

Take a seat, son.

I didn't do it for you.