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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, alright. Alright, 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 vandalized 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 4:05 AM,

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? - Okay, what?

- No, it's, um...

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

No, Ruby, it's really very serious.

Okay, 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,

'cause, 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, okay?

The world does not revolve around Ruby, okay?

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 rumors 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, okay?

He never used sawn-offs.

He used to call them Mad Max guns,

'cause 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.

'Cause 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?

Okay.

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 whanauhave 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 fella, 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 okay?

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.

Okay.

Is it true?

Fuck you!

What?! What?! Stop it!

Jess!

Fucking stop it, Jess!

Agh!

Aah!

Jess!

Get out!

Get out!

Aah!

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-hmm.

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 realize

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

Well, that's illuminating.

Mm.

- 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.

Okay, well, see you tomorrow.

- Okay. - 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, alright?

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, okay?

Hey.

Ruby, none of this was your fault, okay?

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.

Okay, 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 postmortem.

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 cellphones

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.

Aah!

No!

He wouldn't have hurt me.

Ruby?

Take a seat, son.

I didn't do it for you.

♪ Between you and me is a body of water ♪

♪ Between you and me is a body in motion ♪

♪ The arms of the tide and the hands of the ocean ♪

♪ The hands of the ocean body

♪ Down with me

♪ Between you and me is a body of water ♪