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So join me, Jennifer Furrows.

And moi, Brian Beautemps,
at this week's venue,

the quaint and curious historic sawmill.

Here in beautiful, bucolic Brokenwood,

a place that we're sure is home to...

- All things old and beautiful.
- All things old and beautiful.

And cut!

"All Things Old and Beautiful,"
teaser two, take nine.

Seriously.
Don't expect me to do another take.

Jolly good.

Shoot me now.

♪ I'm driving out to your town ♪

♪ Every turn of the wheel ♪

♪ Call me up from your town ♪

♪ Tell me how it feels ♪

♪ I'm going out to your town ♪

♪ Yeah, my heart's in your town ♪

♪ Love shines on your town every day ♪

Oh, it's so nice to have
some royal blood in the town.

Afternoon, Detective.

It's lovely to see Jools' face so happy.

She's fallen on her feet
with that Lord Ashbury.

But I must say,
if I was 10 years younger...

- Gina.
- Mike, how nice to see you.

Oh, bringing an heirloom
for appraisal, are you?

A precious gift for my mother.

It is a Russian Yak tusk
known to support men's libido.

Oh.

How exactly does it work?

Russian women fill it
with Horny Goat weed

and slip it under the
pillow of their husbands.

It keeps them awake at night,
creating more opportunity.

What have you got there, Mike?

Uh, just some old 45's.

Country music artists
from the Golden Age.

There goes trouble.

I never picked Trudy Nielsen as
one for an interest in antiques.

Indeed.

Word is that box contains the
severed head of her ex-husband.

Jean, come on.

It's only what I've heard.

Filming will resume in five minutes.

Take your places, please.

Oh, I'm so looking forward
to meeting Mr. Beautemps.

♪ ♪

And action.

Tell me, where did you get this?

Well, Anthony.

- Oh, your beau.
- My "beau" yes.

It's from his family collection.

Anthony, do come and join us.

He's a bit shy, but we're putting it up

for a charity auction,
and I thought here was

a good place to generate
some interest, so...

Well, of course, being a
Vinkelbraun, this is a rarity.

You're not up there, too?

I'm not one for the limelight.

Hard to put an exact value
on it, but perhaps between

10,000 and 20,0000 dollars or more,

depending on the buyer.

Jools, please.

Wait, wait, cut.

Brian, I am the one who calls cut.

Here we go again.

Alright. Thank you.

Thank you. Nice to meet you.

I told you it was a silly waste of time.

But it's for a good cause, darling.

So these would be cognac glasses.

- Leeching cups.
- Ah.

My late husband's grandfather

was a doctor in Guatemala.

- Oh.
- Although we used them

for a strawberry mousse
for dinner parties.

But it was the '70s.

Well, it's a blubber
spoon used by whaler's

to ladle off all that juicy blubber.

Can I have your autograph?

I thought you were awesome
when you were the weather lady.

Mm-hmm. Perhaps off camera.

Yeah, they'd possibly be worth more

if they weren't all country records.

Thank you. Okay, resetting everyone.

Come forward. Thank you.

And you found this while
digging a post hole on your farm?

Well, this is a hei tiki.

Sadly, not a pre-colonial
one, I'm afraid.

Locally, they're a dime a dozen.

This one would have been a nice piece,

but especially being broken,

not worth more than, well,
50 dollars, I imagine.

Come on, Brian.

Don't do this.

Excuse me. Who is the expert here?

Nope, I'm over it.

There are beliefs that
those who disrespect

Maori Taonga end up getting sick,

even dying of a mysterious illness.

Doesn't happen to the seller.
Only the buyer.

- Andie!
- I...

Look, come on.

This is all getting a bit "witchie poo."

Look, what you do with
it is entirely up to you.

Mm? Finders keepers. Yeah?

Ah, Louise, I'm ready over here.

You still rolling?

That's all we have time for.

Signing off for now from Brokenwood.

And next week, we'll be
looking for rich pickings

in rustic Riverstone.

See you there. Goodbye.

Bye.

♪ ♪

No sign of DK?

Or Brian. Late again.

- Qu'elle surprise.
- Typical.

Oh, you really embrace
that special delivery

last night, aye?

This is the sound of
me not talking to you.

Hey, can you go get Brian?

Director, not Nanny.

Andie, please?

I mean, we could just leave him here.

- That gets my vote.
- Mine too.

Hey, no crew left behind.

Well, it's not for much longer, is it?

Nothing is in this biz.

- Hey, he's not there.
- Christ.

Is his room empty?

I knocked three times.

He's probably gone walkabout again.

Let's just go. He can get the bus.

Hello? Management.

- Brian?
- Brian?

- No way.
- Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

Morning, team. Talk to me.

Well, at first glance, you know,

without an expert opinion,
I would say the victim...

Brian Beautemps.

...has been garroted.

Tablet, phone, door key,

and victim's wallet are all still here.

I've seen some freaky things in my time,

but the French, eh?

Spanish.

Hmm?

It's a Spanish invention.

Mm, you sure?

I know my guillotine from my garrote.

Oh, that's reassuring.

Could you, uh...

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Gidday, Brian.

Perhaps all things old
aren't so beautiful after all.

It's a hell of a piece of
furniture you're sitting on.

Not exactly an easy chair, is it?

Hello.

Could you look after our
little friend here, too?

No evidence of a struggle.

Windows are all still
up from the inside.

No sign of forced entry.

Assuming it takes two to tango
with a garrote, the other party

- came through the front door.
- Mm-hmm.

And then they had a couple
of drinks and got on with it.

Round up the rest of this crew.

Boss.

Mike, what a wonderful day.

I'm not sure he feels that way.

Perhaps not.

But in my business,
there are certain cases

we can only hope to work on.

Traditional garroting
has been a lifelong dream.

I'm very excited.

I'm... happy for you.

I would like to be left alone.

Mm.

Marcus, you used to run the
Tidal View Lodge, didn't you?

Yeah, I took over this place
hoping for a fresh start.

Now this.

Ah, when you discovered the victim,

did you move or touch
anything in the room?

No.

And um just to clarify,
an antique garrote chair

is not standard issue in the King Suite?

No, I've never seen the
damn thing before in my life.

I've got no idea how it got in there.

And I'd like it out pronto, please.

The film crew were your
only guests last night.

Yeah, they booked the whole
place out for privacy, I guess.

And Mr. Beautemps is
listed as a single guest,

but you issued two door keys.

Well, that's standard practice.

Um, less chance go guests having no key

when they roll home drunk at 1:00 a.m.,

start pounding at my door.

How long are we going to have to stay?

We have initial inquiries.

Can you give me a timeline?

Well, that's kind of hard to.

My God, what about the network?

Ms. Rice, this will
go better and quicker

if I'm going to ask the questions.

What about publicity?
Have you thought about that?

No, no, I didn't hear anything.

I mean, I was in my room all night.

This is just so completely crazy.

You didn't hear anything unusual.

No, I was out to it.

Uh, when was the last time you saw him?

Well, we had a drink in
the motel garden bar,

and I left around 9:30.

And then you went back
to your room after that?

Yes. Yeah.

Hughes is handling all
the press down the line.

Any queries, refer to media.

Well, this is a bit of an odd one.

The offender had to smuggle in

an antique execution device for a start.

Yet, none of the crew saw anything.

Although one is still M.I.A.,

the sound recordist person, Gemma Lowe.

No one smuggled anything in.

Gemma? Hi, I'm Detective Sims.

Uh, DSS Mike Shepherd, D.C. Breen.

Sorry. DK needed a pie.

One too many bourbons last night.

Ms. Lowe, what did you mean by
no one smuggled anything in?

The garrote that belonged to Brian.

As in he travelled with it.

No, he bought it yesterday
here in Brokenwood.

♪ ♪

Brian found it when we
were filming a teaser

at some curio shop.

So what trinkets and treasures
await us at Brokenwood?

Join us tonight to find out on...

"All Things Old and Beautiful."

Cut! That's everything we need.

Local shop intro, take two.

Okay, relocating to the saw mill.

Oh, thank God.

Well, well, well.

What do I have here?

A bit of a find that one.
That's 17th century Spanish.

It's authentic.

Please. It's a knock off.

Admittedly a good one,
but a replica nevertheless.

What would you know?

Clearly more than you.

I have been in this
business for over 35 years.

I think I know what I'm talking about.

Then bring it on the show.

I'm not going to make a fool of
myself on national television.

I shall tell it like it is.

It's a fake.

Or I could take it off your hands for...

900 dollars?

900 dollars?!

But there's nothing in it for me.

What did you pay? 250, 300 dollars?

Or did you whip it up in your man shed?

Look, I'm offering you a good deal.

Now, I have an interest in
replica instruments of torture,

but not more than 900 dollars worth.

Take it or leave it.

Brian had an eye for a good deal?

You mean did he like ripping
off unsuspecting mortals?

Sure.

Um, did Mr. Beautemps take
the machine there and then?

No, our van was full of gear.

He was going to pick it up later.

♪ ♪

We understand that you sold Mr.
Beautemps the garrote?

I did, yes.

And what time did he pick it up?

Well, he took possession of
it around 4:00 p.m. yesterday.

And how did he seem?

Fine, I guess.

But at 4:00 p.m., he would
have been filming his TV show?

Well, like I said, I guess.
It's not that I saw him.

So did someone else pick it up for him?

No, I delivered it.

All part of the service.

I mean, there was no one at the motel,

so I left it in place, spick and span.

Left.

Who let you into his room?

Mr. Beautemps gave me a key.

And what did you do with that key?

Well, I would have left it
in the room and shut the door

behind me.

You were at the filming of the TV show.

A little later, yes.

And there was a
disagreement about something

between you and Mr. Beautemps.

I simply want what's mine.

- For goodness' sakes, man!
- Excuse me.

Now is not the time. After the show.

No, I was merely asking for payment

after having delivered the purchase.

During the filming of the show?

Well, I don't like handing
over goods without payment.

After all, possession is
9/10 of the law, isn't it?

Well, thanks for your time, Sydney.

I mean, legally speaking,
the garrote is still mine.

I mean, payment was never made.

Noted.

Okay, known movements.

Excuse me, Sims?

Oh, Cushla.

No prizes for guessing why you're here.

"Brokenwood Courier" is a
bastion for public service.

Mm, and a good story.

So what have you got for me?

Um, a suspicious death.

Dead TV celeb.

Seriously, that's it, and police media

are handling all the press for this one,

so why don't you go into the city,

you know, where all the
main journos are based.

Oh, so I'm your local yokel. Is that it?

Your words, not mine.

This place is going to be
crawling with press any moment.

Talk to media.

Apologies.

Where were we?

Uh, all six of the crew
went back to the motel

after filming around 9:00 p.m.

They'd had dinner in town at
the Porky Pigeon Pizzeria.

I wouldn't describe
them as a cheery bunch.

I was expecting them to be a little more

rock and roll, being on the telly.

I should have rushes by now.

I'll do them when we get back.

What is this? Work to rule?

Does the caprese salad come
with buffalo mozzarella?

Given the scarcity of
buffaloes in Brokenwood,

we use a local cheddar.

Well, I think I'll have
the mighty mo meat lovers.

Thank you.

Then they had a
nightcap at the motel bar.

Jennifer left first
followed by Brian and Louise,

leaving the others at the bar.

- Bar's closed fella.
- Well, we'll just, uh,

we'll get something to
take back to the room, yeah?

No, my license finished at 10:00.

Uh, DK left the others not long after.

Uh, I went back to my room
to transfer the rushes.

It takes a while.

Rushes being?

Digital files from the camera
to get to Louise for the editor.

I went back to my room,
jumped online, went to sleep.

I stayed in my room.

I was doing e-mails until midnight.

I was sharing a movie online
with my partner in the city.

I had to sort some
technical stuff, took a bath.

That was my night.

Given the victim's wallet still
contained credit cards and cash,

robbery seems like an unlikely motive.

So is his name actually Bottoms?

Beautemps being French for bottoms?

It's, um, "derriere."

Well, each to their own.

The tech boys are trying
to crack his phone.

But I've been on his blog page.

It seems like he maybe had
some kind of weird fetish.

There's all these
images of him in stocks,

lying under a guillotine,

caressing a gallows.

But most interesting, at 10:05 p.m.,

he posted this selfie.

Terrible picture,
but check out the caption.

"So excited by my new
purchase. More to follow."

With a suggested price of 10 grand.

So he was planning a
quick flip. Shameless.

Brian had a disagreement

with the camera guy over this fella.

Well, this is a hei tiki.

Come on, Brian.

And then it ends up in his room.

I spoke with the museum.

They can tell by the
way the holes are made

that it's pre-colonial.

Brian must have known that.

Yeah, and that would be worth thousands.

The museum has registered
him on the heritage database.

He may yet find his way home.

Gina.

Mike, you'll be interested to know

the victim does not
have unusually long arms.

Okay.

Therefore, he could not have
operated the machine himself.

Thus you can discount suicide.

- I hadn't actually been --
- But you can never be sure.

Do you know how a garrote kills you?

- Painfully?
- One of two ways.

Strangulation causing asphyxiation

unless the neck breaks first.

- In his case?
- It was the latter.

Pressure, pressure, pressure...

snap.

A further interest, there are no
other signs of physical damage,

no cuts, bruising, contusions,

other than the point of
rupture at the base of his skull.

Which suggests that the victim
assumed the position willingly.

Understandable.

This machine is an
instrument of great wonder.

Time of death is critical in this one.

For you, Mike, I will,
of course, bend over.

Backwards.

What?

The saying is "bend over backwards."

Oh, okay.

Interesting.

Best I don't hold you up.

Yeah, it's going to
rate through the roof.

Oh, well, it's just brought forward

the inevitable, hasn't it?

No, look, I can think
of five other presenters

who can do this job.

Yeah, definitely didn't get
put back into the system.

If a key gets found,
say off the premises,

does it usually get handed in?

No. Now, people bin them I reckon.

It's bloody expensive for me.

Thanks.

Sorry about that. Can I help?

Um, yeah, a witness reports
there being some tension

within your crew last night.

What was that about?

Oh, really? Who?

Can't say.

Oh, well, it's business as usual.

Look, I'm sure in your line of work,

this is all very normal,

but we're dealing with the
loss of a television icon.

We're upset, and maybe
upset seems like tension.

Well, I was talking about
prior to Mr. Beautemps' death.

Of course. Well, we travel together,

and maybe it's not as glamorous
as some people might think.

Yeah, noses get out of joint.
We're crammed in a van.

It's long days, cheap motels.

We're tired, and now we're all bereft.

- So nothing happened last night?
- Nothing.

Oh, although, at the show,
there was this old guy

who was being a bit of a pain.

No, no, no. You only get
one appearance on the show.

That's the rule.

You don't bloody get it, do you?

Well, he was obsessed
with some old bric-a-brac

of his mother's or something.

We first encountered him
at the Tahuna Point show,

and then he turned up again.

Later, he accosted
Brian in the car park.

This is her life's work, man.

You diss it, you diss her and
you diss me, you understand?

Is everything all right?

His van was parked here this morning,

but he left just before we found Brian.

That's old Buzz.

He was fixing a faulty
light for me last night.

Yeah, I ran into him
at your show, actually.

He said he'd pop by later, and he did.

I've, um, got his
invoice here somewhere.

Ah.

He's just an old hippie.

You know, he might have
smoked a bit too much

of the devil's lettuce back in the day,

if you know what I mean,
but, no, he's harmless.

- Mind if I take this?
- Oh, no, no.

Thanks.

Hey, Breen, can you
track down a Buzz McLarty?

Fully Buzzed Electrics.

He was seen on the premises last night

and had some altercation
with the victim.

Ta.

Yes?

Gemma, hi. Detective Sims.

I just have a few follow up questions.

More?

Yeah, if that's okay.

Sorry to interrupt.

Gemma, I need those data cards now.

Okay.

We have to salvage the episode.

It's the least we can do...

for Brian.

Sorry.

So, um, you want me to tell you

what I just told that other woman?

What other woman is that?

From communications.

She said she was helping
police with inquiries.

Did this woman show I.D.?

Her driver's license, yeah.

- And her name?
- Uh, Cushla someone.

Mm.

Okay, thanks, Gemma.

We'll -- we can pick
this up some other time.

♪ ♪

I can come back later.

No. All good.

Won't be a minute.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

What's up?

Uh, This was found in
Brian Beautemps' room.

So?

Any idea how it got there?

Probably some late night
dodgy deal out in the car park.

So you knew?

It wasn't unusual. Yeah.

Well, you seemed concerned about
it at the filming of the show.

It wasn't that dude's sell,
and it wasn't Brian's to buy.

That hei tiki, it's...

it's got a story.

It would've had a name, you know,

but, hey, some people just don't get it.

You left the motel bar
just after 10:00 p.m.

Did you see Brian again that night?

No.

You did mention a curse.

Call me old fashioned, but I'd use

"makutu" to be more accurate.

Makutu means curse.

Look, if this were Makutu,
do you think it would involve

a Spanish execution
implement introduced during

the reign of Ferdinand VII?

How was the pizza?

Lost my appetite.
Knock yourself out, though.

Hello.

Buzz McLarty?

I'm not doing any call outs today.

Not feeling it.
Best you find someone else.

No, this is D.C. Breen. Brokenwood CIB.

I need to speak to you at
your earliest convenience.

I'm at the surf beach, and to be honest,

I'm not planning on leaving.

Fingerprints have thrown up
only two sets on the garrotes.

The victims are all over
it and another set...

unknown.

The crank on the machine
is clean of prints?

Yeah, the offender
must have wiped it down.

Then why not the rest of it?

And the door key that was found
in the room has only his on it.

But the whiskey glasses have
Brian's and another unknown,

different to those on the garrote.

They could be Sydney Simpson's.

Yeah, possibly, though he did say

he polished it when he
delivered it, right?

The second door key is
potentially in the hands

of the offender or it's simply lost.

And we can't discount that
Brian could have simply

let the offender in himself.

Which would suggest he knew his killer.

And it also suggests that that door key

is not the one that Sydney left there.

On it.

Can you be more specific?

Well, I put it down on the on the table.

Coffee table, side table, kitchen bench?

- Look, I was in a hurry.
- Well, being in a hurry,

is it possible that you didn't
leave the door key at all?

Look, surely this is
your problem, not mine.

The key must be in the motel somewhere.

Perhaps you haven't looked hard enough.

So you don't still have it?

Well, you're welcome to
take a look for yourself.

Yeah, well, it may come to that.

I'll be in touch.

Brian was simply "All
Things Old and Beautiful."

In some ways, we were like
brother and sister, really?

Whoa! I didn't do anything, did I?

- Not you, Frodo.
- Hey, do you mind?

- We're working here.
- Yeah, well, so am I.

Sorry, is everything all right?

Yeah, I just need to have
a quick word to Cushla.

- No, no, hey, don't go.
- No, it's fine.

I really ought to be getting back.

Everyone wants to talk to me.
It's quite overwhelming.

Thanks.

Thank you.

You just cost me a print exclusive.

Well, that's what happens

when you impersonate a police officer.

Oh, no, I would never do that.

And I was very clear about who I was.

Do you have no ethical boundaries?

My job is to keep the public informed.

Yeah, well, you want info,
you can get in line down at HQ.

You don't want my help, fine.

But the siren thing, very uncool.

♪ ♪

So you were at the motel.

Yep. Fixing a light for the owner.

When they flicker,
they piss off the guests.

You see anything unusual?

Define unusual.

Comings and goings, other people.

It's a motel.
People come and go all the time.

So you saw no one?

I was fixing the light.

The witness has you arguing with
Brian Beautemps in the car park.

You're saying that didn't happen?

It depends how you define arguing.

Disagree, accost, lambaste.

Lambaste? Good word that.

Yeah. Alright. I lambasted him a bit.

He'd been rude about
my mother's antiques

when I appeared on his
show up in Tahuna Point.

Well, Mum's way past
making the show herself,

so I took them along.

And this Brian joker
had the nerve to say

they had novelty value only.

There's 47, mate!

47 what?

Teaspoons.

One from each town in New Zealand

dating back to the early 1950s.

How can I go back and tell Mum that?

Yeah, I mean, maybe they did have...

It was going to be on the telly.

What was I to say?

"Hey, Mum, your life's passion" --

and it was a passion
-- "is worth nothing."

Yeah, I can see how that --

So I came down here to have another go.

I thought maybe Beautemps was
having a bad day or something.

They wouldn't even let me on.

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

You only get one appearance on the show.

That's the rule.

So when I saw him,
I let him know how I felt.

You showed me a collection
bigger than that, fella.

Well, I'm sorry,
but they're not antiquities.

Sorry?

There's even one from Taumarunui
and one from the tea rooms

on the Napier Taupo Highway,
which is not even a town.

Well, they're quaint at most.

This is her life's work, man.

You diss it, you diss her,
and you diss me.

You understand?

Is everything all right?

It will be when this joker
gets his bloody act together.

Thanks for that.

We agreed to disagree.

Did you have any contact
with him after that?

No.

You into teaspoons?

Uh, honestly, not really my thing.

Why does that not surprise me?

Does pizza delivery count?

Some fella in a clown
car delivered pizza.

Uh, how long was he there for?

A couple of minutes.

He left just before
the bloke in the Jag.

Don't see many of those
around these parts.

And what time was this?

Just before 11:00.

And what did you do after that?

I spoke to Mum, say good night.

Slept in the van, then headed
out here for a late dawnie.

Surf's been pumping all day. You surf?

Uh, no, not really my thing either.

Energy of a wave is like no other.

Different to electricity.
Different form of energy.

One's shocking.

- Yeah. Okay.
- The other is like a...

- lifts you up like a...
- Cool. Right, thanks Buzz.

...love of a good woman.

Boss, Lord Ashbury drives a Jag, right?

Yeah.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Sorry, Tony just got a call from
someone in his family back home.

Can I get you both something? Tea?

We only have Earl Grey these days.

Uh, we're fine, thanks.

Can I help you with anything?

We need to talk to you both.

Apologies.

Everything okay?

My sister has been offered

to buy an old castle
on the Welsh border.

I'm trying to tell her in
the nicest possible way

that she's barking mad.

A castle? That sounds exciting.

Not when you have to maintain them.

Absolute money pits.

Anyway, I'm sure you're not here
to talk about my tedious family.

Uh, no, we're here about the
situation with Brian Beautemps.

- Absolutely awful.
- We need to talk to you both.

Of course.

Uh, separately. If you don't mind.

Well, how very curious.

- Lord Ashbury.
- Oh, please.

I find myself living
half way around the world

away from all that nonsense.

Tony is fine.

Tony, we have a witness who saw you --

or at least your car --
leaving Brian Beautemps' motel

the night before last.

Did they say what time?

Just before 11:00 p.m.

Well, yes, that'd be correct.

Tony went to visit Mr.
Beautemps to discuss his Vinkelbraun.

It's quite something.

Mr. Beautemps was clearly impressed.

- Cut.
- Brian, I am the one

- who yells "cut."
- Look, tell your chap to come

to the motel later tonight

when we're away from
the cameras, all right?

All right. Thank you.

Thank you. Nice to meet you.

I guess you could say it
was a business meeting.

Did he seem upset or troubled at all?

Quite the opposite.
He enthused about the painting.

I think he rather fancied buying it,

but I suspect it was
well out of his reach.

And he was alive and well when you left?

No question about it.

Huh.

Could I see the Vinkelbraun?

There she is. "Man with Dog."

Up close, all those brush strokes.

Ah, well, that was the breakthrough

the impressionists made, of course,

with a technique known as "impasto" --

thick and vivid colors,
giving the canvas actual texture.

Can I ask what it's actually worth?

A lot more than you might think.

Try me?

I've been told between
200,000 and 300,000 pounds.

Interestingly, Mr.
Beautemps concurred with that.

So, uh, he did know a
thing or two after all.

Do you make a habit of
traveling with expensive artwork?

No. Sent for it.

I planned to auction it
for a charity project here.

We're building a school for
orphans in Papua New Guinea.

It's what Tony does with this time.

He's built three already, you know?

When you saw Brian,

was there an antique
garrote machine in his room?

He was actually
offering to sell it to me.

Not my sort of thing at all.

And for the record,
that was not an antique.

No, I believe so.

Brian suggested a swap
for the Vinkelbraun.

Rather cheeky.

Hmm.

Did you share a drink?

Whiskey. Nothing remarkable.

A mini bar nip. Why?

Oh, I'm just piecing things together.

And now with us together,
we can build more schools.

It gives our relationship a focus.

It can't be just sex, sex, sex.

Yeah, uh, no.

Um, Jools, as a matter of interest,

how did you meet Lord Ashbury?

Well, he's not the sort to
turn up on Tinder, is he?

I guess not.

Tony and I met at a resort overseas.

I was treating myself to some time out

after the death of my previous husband.

- Bonjour, madame.
- Bonjour.

♪ ♪

Do you need a hand down there?

Oh.

He'd just finished some volunteer work,

building houses for those dispossessed

through rising sea levels.

We got talking.

She dropped her bag,
and she was hovering like a butterfly.

Have you been here before?

No. It's wonderful, isn't it?

Are you going to happy hour later?

Oh.

I think I will, yes.

Perfect.

I'm Tony.

- Oh, Jools.
- Jools.

Even though I'd sworn off men

after my last self obsessed husband,

I couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

He made me laugh.

Laughter's so important, isn't it?

There's something about
Kiwi women, I have to say.

You'd know a thing or two, no doubt.

Oh, mainly about divorce, I'm afraid.

Oh, no chance of that here.

I plan to propose, you know?

Congratulations.

A witness placed you at
the motel the other night.

Yeah, I made a delivery to
one of the telly people.

Uh, the Maori joker.

Pizza?

Well, I'm not a
hamburger restaurant, am I?

Around 10:45? That's pretty late.

With any new business venture,

you got to be prepared
to do the hard yards.

It's weird, though,
since he'd already eaten here

a few hours earlier.

Great pizzas inspire desire.

How did he seem?

Like a man who needed a good time.

There you go.

One gourmet raised party pizza special.

That bastard.

Not you.

Things have livened up a bit then.

My pizzas invoke good times.

Slice?

Uh, no, not right now.

You told my colleague that
the other night you went

to your room and stayed there,
but a witness, has you in

DK Tremaine's room.

Yeah, so?

- Visibly upset.
- I was not upset. I was angry.

- About?
- Personal stuff.

Was it this?

It was found in Brian's room.

That's the one Brian bought.

♪ ♪

It's fine.

It's fine.

♪ ♪

Yeah, Brian was always on the
make because he was famous.

And people are gullible.

If Brian Beautemps says
something's worth 50 dollars

and they're happy with 50 dollars,

then it's worth 50 dollars.

But then what?
Smuggle it out the country?

Flick it on to your collector
mates in Europe for 2 grand?

More like 15.

That's what I got for that
whalebone Patu last month.

This is so wrong, and you know it.

It's called the free market, my friend.

Are you going to take that?

Uh, pesky fans.

Time to go and see a man about a dog.

Good night, all.

Was that about the painting?

God knows.

There was always some kind
of dodgy deal going on.

You know, to be honest,
I don't really care about any of this.

I mean, you know, I care,
but not as much as some people.

Such as DK.
- DK's passionate,

It doesn't make him violent.

So if it wasn't this you
were angry about, what was it?

It's a professionalism thing.

You know, I care about
doing a job right.

Your reputation is everything.

There you are. What the hell is this?

Sorry?

Uh, can you give us a moment?

- Well...
- Look, I know you have a job.

I also have a job.

I have to salvage a sinking ship.

Please.

I'm done, actually,
anyway, so thank you.

What the hell is this?

Mr. Simpson.

Can I help you?

Well, I was wondering when
I might get my asset back.

It's still unpaid for.

You don't seriously think
anyone will buy that now?

Someone died in it.

Well, there is a certain
market for that kind of thing.

Right, well, you'll be
informed in due course.

Fine. Good day.

Uh, Sydney.

Dropped something.

Sydney Simpson had
access to Brian's room

after he delivered the garrote.

You mean he kept the door key?

Interview one, his fingerprints
match those on the chair and...

Well, what's this from?

Voice mail from Brian's motel room.

Oh, okay.

You told me and Detective Shepherd

that on the afternoon in question,

you left the garrote in the room,

polished it, and left.

I did, yes.

Spick and span, all part of the service.

Yes.

So, why then are your
fingerprints still all over it?

How do you explain that, Sydney?

Well, I may have gone back.

May or did?

I may have gone in.

♪ ♪

Alright, alright,
I... I considered repossessing it.

God, it's a damned awkward thing.

So I left him several messages instead.

Not that he replied.

And what did these messages say?

Well, they were about making payment

at his earliest convenience, et cetera.

Might the et cetera be more like,

"Pay up, you pompous bastard.

I know you're leaving town first thing.

I know your type,
I will publicly shame you."?

That was at 9:45.

We have access to the
voice mail in Brian's room.

And how did you plan to
publicly shame him, Sydney?

Please, look, I was...

I was emotional and frustrated.

That's all.

You know, to a man like Brian
Beautemps, money's cheap,

but to me, 900 dollars is a lot.

He'd already ignored
my call to his mobile.

I rang the room. There was no answer.

I... I left that message.

But not his room key on
the table, as you said.

Technically speaking,
that's a porky, Sydney.

I should have admitted
that, but he died.

I could have been incriminated.

Do you recognize this number?

Well, that's my shop number.

So you called Brian again at 11:01 p.m.

He ignored that, as well.

Possibly because he was already dead.

- Well, I didn't know that.
- Didn't you?

Well, if I did,
I wouldn't have bothered.

We need to be sure about that.

Just wait a minute.

Um, thank you for your time, Sydney.

♪ ♪

No one saw Brian leave his room.

The motel phone logs
show that he ignored

a land line call from Sydney.

Which would have come
up as a "no caller" I.D.

He could have been sleeping.

But we know Lord Ashbury
left at 10:50 p.m.,

as witnessed by Buzz McLarty.

He would have to have
fallen asleep very quickly.

Unlikely.

Or maybe Lord Ashbury
was simply the last person

to see him alive, and therefore
the person who killed him.

Should we take a team
out and bring him in?

No, best we keep it casual.

♪ ♪

Detective, another lovely day.

Well, you've caught us
fresh from our architects.

First sketches for the new school.

- So exciting.
- Would you care to see them?

Uh, perhaps another time.

Tony, following new inquiries,
I need you to come down

to the station for
some further questions.

New inquiries? I don't understand.

Well, best we go through
them at the station.

No. There must be some mistake.

Well, they're just
questions at this stage.

Now?

Yeah. Now would be most helpful.

Detective, this is
completely unnecessary.

Well, if it is, then no harm done.

It's all right, darling.

It's obviously just a misunderstanding.

Oh.

But if you know a good lawyer...

♪ ♪

♪ Word gets around ♪

♪ Travels all the way ♪

♪ Turns up at your door ♪

♪ It just blows right in ♪

No way.

♪ Down a river ♪

♪ With a lovable fake ♪

Lord Ashbury.

♪ Cheaper than cheap wine ♪

All the best, mate.

Was that a set up?

No.

- A bloody ambush.
- It's a public place.

Don't worry about Cushla.
"Brokenwood Courier."

Tomorrow's fish and chip paper at best.

Dennis Buchanan, barrister, solicitor,

and, well, I'm an
occasional miracle worker.

- Anthony Ashbury.
- Oh, I know. I know.

Let's not forget about the Lord.

- Earl, actually.
- Oh, even better!

Jools Fahey and I go way back.

So anything to help a friend in need.

And of course,
the monarchy in a time of crisis.

Shall we?

As you both know,
I've only had a brief time

to consult with my esteemed client,

but he wants to make it
very clear of his movements

on the night in question.

Yes, he did visit Mr.
Beautemps approximately 10:30 p.m.

And they discussed the
value of his painting by...

Jan Vinkelbraun.

Quite.

He then headed home.

- At speed.
- What?

A witness describes
you leaving in haste.

Wouldn't you if you had
the lovely Jools Fahey

waiting at home for you?

Context is important.

Jools Fahey recalls you
arriving home 11:35 p.m.,

yet you were driving fast.

Yes.

How do you account for the time

between leaving the
motel and arriving home?

A drive that would have
taken 10 minutes at most.

I stopped for a pint at the,
uh, Snake and Tiger.

At what time?

Around closing.

I spoke with a charming barmaid.

Trudes.

No doubt that fine,
upstanding citizen, Trudy Nielsen.

Perhaps you gentlemen
would like to take some time

to corroborate my client's alibi.

♪ ♪

Yeah, I remember the Lord coming in.

And it was right on closing?

Is this about the terms of my parole?

No.

I didn't contravene the liquor license.

I'm not saying you did.

I have special exemption to
work here for my brother, Ray.

I'm not about to screw
that up for him or me.

I'm building a very
specific timeline, that's all.

I'd just called last drinks.

I cut his lordship some slack.

He looked like he needed it.

A pint of bitter, please.

With that accent,
would you like it warmed up a bit?

As it comes.

Thank you.

You're cutting it fine.

Any drink that's ordered
before 11:00 can be finished.

I sent him out the door about 11:30.

He was the last to leave.

- Did you talk to him again?
- No.

He looked like a man who
wanted to drink in peace.

Boss, assuming we take
the word of Trudy Nielsen,

Lord Ashbury's story stacks up.

He arrived two minutes before closing.

Okay.

Time the drive from the
motel to the Snake and Tiger.

Yeah, got it.

Trudy Nielsen has verified your story.

There you go.

I remain interested in the time

that you spent with Brian Beautemps.

As I said, we talked about art.

What more can I say?

Well, at this stage, you're the
last person to see him alive.

Perhaps I was.

Detective Shepherd, unless you have

any further questions for his lordship,

we might as well retire to a
more comfortable establishment

and a G&T.

Or a Pimm's.

♪ ♪

Sims?

Gemma?

Um, I have some information.

- Yes?
- A recording.

Okay, you recorded what exactly?

It's illegal to record
people without their consent,

but I made it accidentally.

What the hell is this?

There is nothing of
the day's shoot on here.

- What?
- It's just a bunch of

toilets flushing, traffic noise,
someone running a bath.

Oh, no way.

I admit, I was...

I was pretty wasted.

Boom!

Hang on. Are we -- are we on?

I got to go. I got to go.

I got to go sort my rushes.

When I was transferring the data,
I must have pushed record.

It wasn't a deliberate act.

I just pushed the wrong
button and forgot about it.

I couldn't believe what I'd
done until I listened back to it.

What did you hear?

The microphone was facing Brian's room,

and he had a visitor.

Sorry, so you heard Brian with
someone, and it's recorded?

It's the final minute you'll
be most interested in, I think.

It's all a fake!

You don't know what the
hell you're talking about.

Got your number, Mr. Ashbury.

- Is that...?
- Ssh!

There's more.

Well, well...

Why did it stop?

Uh, the battery died.

You mean...?

It finished recording.

That's all there is.

Does the data card have a time code?

Thanks, Gemma. That's very helpful.

We can now place you
in Brian's room between

10:30 and 10:51 p.m.

I'd already told you that.

Please, detectives,
this is not new evidence of anything.

At 10:50, you were heard arguing.

You didn't mention that.

- Heard by who?
- A witness.

Are they reliable?

It was recorded digitally.

We've heard you arguing and
then leaving the room at 10:51.

And then seen by another
witness driving off at speed.

You then arrived at the Snake and Tiger

in an anxious state.

Brian reaffirmed the value
of your painting, correct?

- Yes.
- Ah.

So why were you anxious?

I don't recall being anxious.

It's all a fake!

You don't know what the
hell you're talking about.

There's a gap between you leaving

and a knock on Brian's door.

Was that you?

A knock? No.

It's time enough to
leave and double back.

- It wasn't me.
- It wasn't him.

Mr. Buchanan, please.
I can speak for myself.

Is that wise?

It is when you're telling the truth.

I left.

And I did not return.

Boss.

Tech boys finally cracked
Brian's phone and found these,

the last four photos taken at 10:55 p.m.

And given his arms are bound,

they're not selfies, are they?

No, there's definitely someone else

in the room with him.

How long's the drive between the
motel and the Snake and Tiger?

Seven and a half minutes at pace.

Lord Ashbury arrived at 10:58.

So whoever was behind the
camera was the last person

to see Brian alive.

And the first person to see him dead

because six minutes later,

he wasn't answering his motel phone.

But as far as Lord Ashbury goes.

He didn't take the photos.

So he's not our man.

Well, Detective,
barking up the wrong tree's

nothing to be ashamed of,

said the rabid dog to the bishop.

An occupational hazard, no doubt.

Thank you for your understanding.

No hard feelings.

Oh, thank God.
What would I do without you?

Oh, now, now.

It was all a silly misunderstanding.

♪ ♪

I shall expect a printed apology.

Nothing less.

Said the actress to the bishop.

I have to admit,
I'm disappointed in this fiasco,

Detective Shepherd.

I'm sorry, but that's how I feel.

What's the difference
between an Earl and a Lord?

Not a lot.

Tony is the 14th Earl of Ashbury.

What people here don't
quite understand is that

Earl, Lord, Viscount
they're all much the same.

Not that I care about titles.

It's the man within that counts,
and he is quite something else.

When Brian opened the door,
he said, "Well, well,"

which strongly suggests
he knew the person.

So who did he know? Gemma Lowe?

She and Andie Powell were
drinking in DK's room.

Gemma left first.

You're not going to stick around
for Gourmet Ray's party pizza?

No, no, I've drunk enough. Honestly.

Returning to her room, took a bath,

which can be heard on
her inadvertent recording.

Then Andie left, which means...

That for DK being in his
room at time of death,

we only have his word for it.

Louise Rice?

She was working in her room.

I checked the times of her e-mails.

You write a lot of e-mails.

I'm a producer. That's what we do.

What's Brian's Antiques Show?

Confidential.

Brian was developing a new program.

Sadly, that show won't happen now.

We're you all going to work on it?

Some of us. I had to let DK go.

Too much friction between him and Brian.

Andie -- Well, Brian felt the new show

needed more of a male director's touch.

Right, I'll leave you to it.

Jennifer Furrows.

She was having a video chat
with her boyfriend, Glenn Tyson.

Would it be possible to
see the log for the call

that you made to your partner
on the night in question?

Seriously?

Yeah, just dotting my I's and...

What my partner and I
do online is private.

Yes, well, um, it's a voluntary
request, but it will help.

Fine.

There.

58 minutes.

Wow, that's a lot to talk about.

Touring is hard.

My partner and I watch movies
together over Vid-Connect.

It's almost like being
together on the couch.

Right. And, um, what was the movie?

Uh, "Brain Dead."

It's a zombie thing.

It's -- it's a little excessive,

but, you know,
it's one of Glenn's favorites.

Pretty hard to watch a
movie and videotape boyfriend

while turning the crank on a garrote.

Brian also knew Lord Ashbury.

No, leave it up there.

Something still doesn't add up.

He also knew Sydney Simpson.

Well, he was running around
leaving abusive messages.

There's no way he could
have taken these photos

and then made it back to his store

to make that final call at 11:01.

Copies of the victim's bank records.

No withdrawals since he died,

and nothing particularly
unusual to suggest bad debts.

Thanks.

Sims, head into the city

and get a formal statement
from Glenn Tyson, to be sure.

And, Breen, your Sparky
was on the premises, too.

Yes. Yes, boss.

Hey, what's this large
number that repeats?

Um, that's his pay packet.

Seriously? It's more than I...

I'm in the wrong business.

Buzz, DC Breen. How's the surf?

Primo.

We need a formal statement of
your movements the other night.

Hunkered down all night
till I came out here

for the point break.

With no one to corroborate that.

I was talking to my
mum for a good half hour

before I fell asleep.

Right. Uh, can I grab her number?

She's with me here at the beach

if you want to come out and have a word.

Okay, will do.

♪ ♪

Yeah, Jen and I were on Vid-Connect.

I told you that.

I just need a few more
details, if that's okay.

Yeah.

I understand it was one continuous call.

Or did you make a series
of calls that night?

Uh, no. Yeah. It was just the one call.

We do it most nights
when Jen's on the road.

It's a good way to connect and,
you know, to have a bit of um...

fun.

Hey.

You look beautiful tonight.

Oh, darling, thanks.

Oh, I miss you. Yeah.

- Anything else, anything?
- No, I -- Come on.

Do I have to, um...

You know, because things
can get kind of personal.

Sure. Um, I just need
to sight your call log.

Yeah. Um, anything you need.

58 minutes.
That's a lot of personal time.

Yeah, yeah, we often
watch a movie together.

That's romantic.

I guess.

And what was the movie?

"Brain Dead."
Yeah, it's a zombie classic.

Okay, good, thanks.

Well, technically,
it is a romantic comedy,

just with some gore
and a lot of splatter.

Yeah. It's, uh...

it's probably not really my thing.

Well, don't knock it
till you've tried it.

♪ ♪

Bit of a snoop, are you?

I was under the impression
your mum was with you.

Yeah, always.

Mum, this is Detective Constable Breen.

Wants to have a word.

I lost her once.
I'm not losing here again.

Aren't these incredible?

Truly a collection.

So, Buzz, after you got
into the van, you spoke to...

...her.

Like I do every night.

Sorry I didn't do
better with it all, Mum.

I will keep trying, I promise.

You might not understand this,
but I have a deep passion

within me to see her dream through.

47 unique towns represented here,

and these bloody telly
people dismissed it as a joke.

Heartbreaking, if I'm honest.

Could that heartbreak have
manifested itself in anger?

What?

Did you visit Brian's room?

No way.

Sure about that?

When your mother dies, you have
to live a blameless life, mate,

knowing she's watching your every move.

Some people have God as their witness.

I have my mother.

How did you feel about
Brian starting another show?

"Brian's Antique Show"?

And how did you know about that?

It's our job to know things.

Is that why you were angry?

Because you got fired?

Well, yeah, yeah, I was miffed

that Brian didn't have the
guts to tell us himself.

Instead he got ice queen
Louise to do it for him.

Come on! He is the one
who refused to film!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Thanks for the solidarity.

She's the director.

It is her job to get it in the can.

- Yeah
- This should come

as no surprise.

Brian doesn't want either
of you on his new show.

When I last saw Brian,
he was alive and well.

At what time was this?

I don't know. Um, just before 11:00.

Hard to tell. I was --

I was a bit pissy eyed
and pissed off in general.

Thanks.

We'll let you know when
you're clear to leave town.

There were no other guests

staying in the motel
that night, correct?

None. Marcus Donovan said they booked

the whole place out for privacy. Why?

When Brian was found,
he wasn't wearing a bathrobe.

Detective, can I
interest you in a ticket?

Only 10 bucks.

Um, I'll pass. Thanks.

You don't know what
you're missing out on.

Wise choice. Word is it's
Doug Randall's severed head.

♪ ♪

The night Brian died,
he searched Lord Ashbury,

Vinkelbraun, and recent hei tiki sales

on a French auction house.

Ruthless.

What do you know about this Vinkelbraun?

Didn't you study art history?

Uh, psychology.

But some would say they
are inextricably linked.

But Google says...

"a 19th century contemporary
of George Breitner."

By the looks of it,
he was an impressionist.

Died young, 32, of syphilis.

Very de rigueur.

And by the looks of it,
he's generally considered

second rate to the more
famous painters of the period.

Are you thinking it was stolen?

That's a possibility.

Stolen art work's pretty
hard to flog these days.

Unless the intention
wasn't to actually sell it.

Still cheering the local
wine society, I see.

Yeah, and I'm retiring soon,

so I'm planning to get into judging.

Yes, Lord Ashbury tried to
borrow against this painting.

But you didn't.

Charity work in Papua New Guinea
is without doubt a noble cause.

Thank you, Bernie.

And as intriguing as the painting is,

I just don't have the
latitude to lend against it.

It's a Vinkelbraun.

I understand that.

Brian Beautemps has put
a conservative estimate

of half a million New
Zealand dollars on it.

I thought you were gonna auction it.

Planned to, but with all
this Beautemps business,

it all feels rather distasteful.

It might seem we were
exposing his demise.

I'm sorry, love.

It's not the result I was expecting.

We could look at this another way.

My house could be collateral.

Absolutely not.

No, we simply wait for the dust
to settle and auction it later.

Six months.

Or perhaps 12.

Those children in Papua New Guinea

can't wait another year.

No, there's no way you
need to be doing that.

But she did anyway.

Yes.

Of course Lord Ashbury could have always

sold his Jag instead.

Not his to sell.

Mrs. Fahey leased it for him.

Aristocrats, eh?

Asset rich, cash poor.

And he is quite something else.

Huh.

From memory, you claim to
be the 14th Earl of Ashbury,

yet people call you Lord?

Earl. Viscount.

People opt for the
easier option -- Lord.

It doesn't bother me.

But yes, technically,
I'm Earl Anthony Ashbury.

Technically you are.

And that's what you rely on, isn't it?

Sorry?

Ignorance, confusion.

It's a curious thing how a name
like Earl can be a title, too.

You see, I've been wrestling
with why Brian used the phrase

"It's all a fake."

I mean, given he was trying
to sell you the garrote,

why would he point out it was a fake?

He knew I was on to him.

Or was he on to you?

The Vinkelbraun? Is that the fake?

It's an original.

Or is it's "all a fake" referring to

everything about you?

Good God, man.

Well, it would explain
your angry departure,

the urgent need for a late night drink.

I mean, what were you thinking?

That the game was up?

But the next morning, a stroke of luck,

Brian Beautemps is found dead.
Your secret is safe.

So you exploited the
opportunity to approach the bank

playing the passionate philanthropist,

a process through which Jools
chooses to mortgage her house

to generate cash for a
charity in your name.

Am I close?

You're right.

About one thing.

Brian was accusatory.

You're no more a Lord
than I'm an astronaut.

The name, the painting, it's all a fake.

But my silence can be bought.

It was a blackmail proposition.

Those were the accusations,
which, of course, are not true,

as my passport clearly states.

Take it away.

Check it out if you must.

I'll do that.

And if the Vinkelbraun is a forgery,

you'll be facing charges.

I guarantee it is not a forgery.

Or stolen.

It's not stolen.

I need you to stay in the district

while things get sorted.

Jools is a marvellous woman.

Why would I leave?

And there she is now.

I assure you,
the Vinkelbraun is an original.

As is my passport.

I hope so.

Oh, if you do have
something to say to Jools,

do it now, for her sake at least.

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So we now know Andie
Powell was the last to see

Brian alive, entering
his room at 11:00 p.m.

Yet Brian wasn't wearing
the robe when found,

and none of the remaining
suspects fit the description.

A gray haired gentleman.
What about Buzz McLarty?

He was in his van at the time.

And something tells me
he's not a robe guy.

Probably sleeps in the nude.

Mm. So are we looking
for a phantom guest?

Ray Neilson was in the vicinity.

Pay him a visit and ask him
about his special offer, too.

I never went back to the motel.

I was lucky to get out of there alive.

Jesus Christ!

Three wheels, good, four wheels
better, if you know what I mean.

If I was to spend 100 dollars
on the party pizza special,

how many pizzas would I get?

That's an even hundy for the pizza.

One pizza with two free sides.

No harm in that.

Look, it's a service
designed for the tourists

who find themselves caught short.

We don't want them leaving town
saying this place is a downer.

Take it easy, Ray.

We just have a couple
of further questions.

Well, I hope this is the last of them.

I am desperate to get
home to see my Glenn,

and we all really need to put
this awful business behind us.

Here you go.

Black, white, and almond flat white.

Thank you, Frodo.

Yeah, I don't want to be rude,
but I was kind of still

hoping for that selfie.

- Well...
- When I was a kid,

you were the weather lady on TV,
and you were totally awesome.

So you said.

I swear, it never
rained when I was a kid.

Not when you did the weather.

You are too kind.

Come on then.

Would you?

Pleasure.

It's good.

So awesome! Thanks.

You're welcome.

I mean, some people reckon
you're washed up, but not me.

No way. You're great,
especially on the weather.

Thanks.

Fans -- got to love them.

So you'll no doubt be looking
for a new presenting role

once all this settles down.

Oh, maybe not.

I mean, the show's
what the audience loved.

Brian and I were merely wallpaper.

No, I'm sure the show will go on,

and Brian will be
replaced by someone younger.

As they would have when he
left to start his new project,

uh, "Brian's Antique Show."

Indeed.

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Sorry, you just having
a bit of "me" time.

Why did he sit in there and
let someone do what they did?

No one heard him scream,
and there's no signs of a struggle.

Did he have a death wish?

Uh, seems like he was
into a bit of torture,

maybe a B&D act gone wrong.

Ashbury's passport checks out.

Hm. Okay, thanks.

Oh, hi, Gina.

Good evening, Mike.

Gina.

I have toxicology reports.

- Alcohol?
- Yes, but not so much.

Anything else?

Yes, I have time of death.

I think we might be
ahead of you for once.

Between 10:55 and 11:01 p.m.

There is no way you can be that exact.

Uh, we have some forensic evidence.

Well, I'll, uh, leave you both to it.

I had it down as between
10:00 and 12:00 p.m.

Mike, I have let you down.

Not at all.

How long will it have
taken Beautemps to die?

On that, I can be very precise.

Please sit, and I will demonstrate.

I'd rather not.

What about Kristin?

I think she's busy.

Shame.

As the screw presses
into the base of the neck,

which is rigid against the leather belt,

the air supply is cut
off or the neck is broken.

Both can occur within a minute,

depending on the speed
the crank is turned.

And how fast depends on the mood.

The Spanish are a very moody people.

And with alcohol in his system,

he could have been caught off guard.

Yes, he could have been jolly,
then not jolly at all.

Speaking of mood, I would
like to take this opportunity

to offer you something very personal.

My Russian yak horn.

I know you work hard, and this has many,

many health benefits besides libido,

which I'm sure you have
no problems with at all.

Please, Mike, my gift to you.

Sorry, Mike, uh,
Louise Rice is at the front desk.

Hold that thought, Gina.

Of course. Duty calls.

I thought you were busy.

I just wanted to let you know

that I'll be moving
the crew on tomorrow,

unless you have any more questions.

Uh, no, you've been
very helpful. Thank you.

Tell me, will you stay with
Jennifer Furrows then on

"All Things Old and Beautiful"?

Uh, no, there won't be a show.

Well, she thought you might recast.

Without Brian?

He was the show.

Will she take over the new program then?

What, are you her agent now?

Oh, no, I'm just assuming
these shows must go on somehow.

Well, when "All Things
Old and Beautiful"

started, Brian was
the antiquities expert.

Jennifer was the presenter.

She would throw to him, "So,
Brian, what can you tell me

about the 18th century
Devonshire tea sets?"

And he would wax lyrical,
and the audience loved him.

Very quickly he became Jennifer's equal

and so much more.

In the end, she was just a passenger.

The world can be a lonely
place for ex-weather girls.

Goodbye, Detective.

Hey, Mike.

In these three photos,
the background is the same,

but in the fourth,
you can see a shape here.

What is that? Is that a heater?

Open lid of a laptop.

And we know from the crime scene
that Brian never had a laptop,

only a tablet.

That laptop had to
belong to the offender.

Hi, Glenn. I just have
a few further questions.

I need to lodge a missing person report.

For?

My Tony, Lord Ashbury, of course.

Please come through to my office.

Obviously, he's been kidnapped.

Let's not rush to any conclusions.

Why else would he just disappear?

How long has he been gone?

Almost 24 hours.
It's completely unlike him.

You called Tony "Lord Ashbury."

That's his name.

Uh...

Mike Shepherd.

I really am awfully sorry
about all this old chap.

Where are you?

Oh, well, let's just say
somewhere warm and far

from the jurisdiction
of New Zealand law.

With things like passports,

it's always good to have a spare or two.

And if Jools doesn't want it,

you are welcome to keep the Vinkelbraun.

Served it's purpose.

I'm moving on to Delandez.

An obscure contemporary of Picasso.

Well done, Detective.

The Internet can be so
helpful when one wants to create

art history, biography,
whatever you like.

Could you say goodbye to Jools for me?

I really did love her.

It would be more
honorable coming from you.

As a matter of fact, she's sitting right

in front of me, very worried.

You know women, Detective.

Always best to let them down gently.

Adieu.

Good news?

Sims.

Jennifer Furrows' boyfriend
said the connection was weak.

So it was one continuous call,
but most of it was audio only.

Bring him in for an interview. Okay.

Indeed, that was Tony -- Lord Ashbury.

Oh.

He's...

Come on, mate, we're leaving.

It is completely unreasonable for you

to ask us to stay any longer.

I understand. You're free
to go, except Miss Furrows.

I need clarification on something

I'm still in the dark on.

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You started your video
call at 10:03 p.m.

Yeah, after we'd had some fun,
we watched a movie together.

This bit is crazy.

But seriously,
if you're faced with a zombie,

that's the way you want to deal with it.

I'm having trouble seeing you.

Jen asked if we could go audio only.

I mean, it often happens when
she's touring The Boondocks.

Of course, your mind wasn't
so much on the movie, was it?

I'll turn my camera off.

At least then, I can hear you, darling.

Could you take off your wig please?

- Uh...
- It's important.

I need to insist.

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♪ ♪

You had bigger issues to deal
with than a movie, didn't you?

I did.

You need to know Brian was the
most ungenerous man I ever met.

I couldn't believe he had the
temerity to leave the show.

I mean, where was I supposed to go?

I need to use a lady's, hon.

Shall I spare you the details?

Oh, yeah, go on.
I don't need to hear that.

Stand by, caller.

Oh, don't do it. Don't do it.

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Well, well, well.

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Well, this is a new look,
you dark horse.

I didn't know you were going this way.

Maybe it's an old look.

There is so much you
don't know about me, Brian.

Qu'est-ce que c'est?

I thought we could write
a statement together,

you know, about your leaving the show.

Look, it's about professional growth.

You understand? Nothing personal.

Huh.

Have you posted on your blog yet?

Uh, just one.

I need better angles.

Could you, um...

Of course.

Right.

Um...

Oh, now why don't we strap you in?

Make it look like the real deal?

- Why not? Okay.
- Hmm? Yeah.

There you go.

- Yes.
- Yep.

Now, does this go around here?

Yeah, around the elbows.

Right.

Nice and tight? Yeah?

That's so tight.

Exciting.

Right, there we go.

- Okay.
- Right.

Should I smile?

Yeah.

Big smile. Hmm.

There you go.

Well, I look very handsome, I must say.

There's something about being relaxed

in the executioner's
chair that makes you...

quite alluring.

So... go on.

Undo me.

Oh, that's better, darling.

Oh, good, you're back for the gory bit.

- Party's over.
- That's great.

Ohh.

Steady on!

Oh!

The movie's is pretty
gruesome in places,

but like I said, it's just a bit of fun.

Oh!

See, that's over the top.

That was good. Yeah.

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♪ ♪

I've been thinking maybe it's
time for us to get a puppy.

A puppy?

Yeah, yeah, I'd be up for that.

Hey.

God, so tired.

Night, night, darling. See you soon.

Oh, okay. Um, good night.

That term "out of body experience,"

I know what that means now.

It's like I had the thought,
and then I was doing it.

It's like it was done before
I'd even finished the thought.

When exactly did you find
out about Brian's plan?

What take is it?

Oh, God, eight, nine.

I've lost count.

You should know I'm leaving.

I've lined up something
new with the network.

Bigger fish to fry.

I've called it "Brian's Antiques Show."

And action!

So join me, Jennifer Farrows.

And moi, Brian Beautemps,
at this week's venue,

the quaint and curious historic sawmill.

Here in beautiful, bucolic Brokenwood.

A place we're sure is home to...

All things Old and Beautiful.

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♪ ♪

Truce.

So why the change of heart?

Well, my boss found your
front page scoop useful.

Huh.

Turns out Earl Anthony
Ashbury is literally just Earl,

some art school dropout
scamming his way across the globe.

Okay, listen again, everybody.

The winner of the
mystery box raffle is...

...number 87, Kristin Sims.

Wait, what?

I didn't buy a ticket.

I did.

For you. A peace offering.

Wow. I don't know what to say.

How about "thanks"?

Aren't you going to open it?

Yeah, can't wait.

Oh.

Okay.

It's my great
grandmother's doll collection.

What use have I got of it?

Still, it's worth 700 dollars

for children with disabilities, so...

Aren't they cute?

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

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