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Hey, hey.

Is that guy...?

Call the police.

Call the bloody police!

♪ Twilight ♪

♪ That's where I wanna live ♪

Cupid is off his game.

He should have shot through the heart.

That is where true love resides.

Perhaps this gentleman wasn't looking for love.

Judging by the strong smell of alcohol,

perhaps he was just intent on a big night.

Bag those.

Well, the driver's license suggests the victim

is a Brad Brunheimer -- American.

Americans. They can't hold their liquor.

So...just a big night followed by a tragic accident?

Well, let's find out.

Brad...

you and Cupid had a disagreement and...

Is he clasping something?

Please. Only I should interfere with his body.

A two-dollar coin?

His lucky coin, no doubt.

Or...not.

I have something similar.

A talisman. My lucky fang.

Taken from a Siberian pit viper.

That would be one of Russia's most deadly snakes?

Yes. It keeps me safe.

Does the level of rigor mortis

give us a steer on time of death?

At least four hours. No less.

Thanks. He's all yours.

Witnesses who discovered the victim

didn't see anyone in the area.

That's hardly surprising, given it's so early.

Hm. Back to the station, put the coffee on?

Absolutely. Must be my turn.

It really was a big night in Brokenwood.

I mean, I know I'm supposed to be offended, but...

who doesn't love the smell of freshly baked baguettes?

So we've been mistaken for a patisserie?

With a side-line in doggy daycare.

Did you see we've had a makeover?

Teenagers. At least they could learn to spell.

So, Mike, you obviously didn't go away for the weekend?

Did I say I was?

No. Just wondering, 'cause, ah, you know,

Chalmers and I were just chatting about,

well, just how nice it is that you're getting out and about,

the odd weekend away...

I, uh, stayed in town,

had a couple of things to do around the house.

And you?

- Same. - Same.

Right. Well, um...

What do we have?

Uh, Brad Brunheimer.

Wallet intact. No phone about his person.

The only other thing was a motel key...

...and a $2 coin in his right pants pocket.

As well as the one in his hand?

Mm-hmm.

Hm. Four-dollar man.

And this.

Wait. Is that...?

It's a ticket to the All Blacks game

that's on today in the city.

Well, it can't have been a mugging, then.

This ticket would have been the first thing to go.

So a rugby-loving American

who had four dollars and a taste for bourbon?

Gets trolleyed, tackles a sculpture of Cupid,

and comes off second-best?

You know you have work to do, right?

Sadly, yes.

I'll start with next of kin.

Thanks.

There you are. Shepherd special.

A long black.

Thanks, Frodo.

That's a very special jacket you're sporting there.

You noticed.

I did.

The yellow lining is particularly unique.

Oh, it's totally unique.

Yeah, nah, I was real chuffed to be invited...in.

"In" to...?

Honestly, I've never felt so good about being a loser.

Fourth?

I mean, considering I'd never spoofed before,

that was pretty impressive.

And to do that in the company of such great guys, you know?

And get given the jacket.

- Sorry. "Spoofed"? - Yeah!

Little old me got to participate

in the International Spoofing Championships last night.

At a secret location.

Obviously you don't need to --

The Private Room, the Snake and Tiger.

Ah. What is spoofing?

Okay, it's known as the Sport of Gentlemen.

So simple. So addictive.

So, it involves up to three coins, right,

that you conceal in your hand.

So what you do is...

And you've gotta imagine the room is filled

with flash dudes from all over the world --

England, France, South Africa.

There was even an American.

Wait.

Does the name Brad Brunheimer mean anything to you?

Uh, no.

Although the dude who won the whole thing,

he was called Brad.

- American? - Yeah.

But I don't know his last name.

Frodo, would you mind coming down to the station?

Well, I haven't done nothing. I mean, have I?

Okay, so, you all have three coins in your pockets, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

So put any number between zero and three coins in your hand

and bring out your closed fist.

Okay. Then you have to decide

how many coins are in the collective hands.

So it could be anything from zero to 12.

So it's a guessing game?

Yeah, nah. It's skill.

It's real strategic.

- Nine. - Seven.

- Eight. - Five.

Eight.

Way to go, Detective Sims. Nicely played.

Well, I mean, I guessed, so...

And the way that you didn't show any emotion

when you won, that's real important.

So the game goes on in a knockout fashion until...?

The last two guys are standing.

And the guy who wins becomes the winner.

Frodo -- and I don't mean

to rain on your parade in any way --

but you're telling me that there's

a world championship for...this?

Yeah, trophy and everything.

Do you recognize this man?

That's Brad! He took out the title.

Isn't it great?

This is so out of it.

I traveled a long way for this.

May the best man win.

And he did. He is the world champ.

Was.

Brad Brunheimer was found dead

in the Brokenwood Fountain this morning.

For reals?

Not Brad.

How?

Possibly an accident.

We're waiting on the postmortem to be sure.

We'll follow up with Ray.

In fact, I did have the honor of hosting the event.

It's a memory I'll cherish for the rest of my life.

Welcome to the Snake and Tiger. Welcome.

Make your way through to the dining room

for beef Wellington, followed by pavlova.

The match starts at 8:30 p.m.

May the spoof be with you.

That's quite a shiner you're sporting there, Ray.

- Hmm? - Your eye.

Oh, it's nothing.

I walked into a door.

How did you hear about the spoofing match?

A mutual acquaintance mentioned they attended the event.

Who?

Why? Was it meant to be a secret?

Frodo. I wondered how he ended up in the mix.

Yesterday I had this flat tire, right?

Felt like another day in Loserville.

You look like you could do with a hand.

Wait. You're Tane Sampson, right?

Kia ora.

And I'm thinking, "No way."

The reigning champion is a Kiwi, ex-All Black.

He does the tire ads.

My tires are black.

I mean really black.

I hope yours are, too.

Only Black Tyres are really Black.

And only Black Tyres are what you want.

He's cool, right?

I've seen the ad.

But in real life, even cooler.

The reigning champion decrees

where the next international match will be held.

Always off the back of a major sporting event.

The All Black game in the city.

So Tane Sampson, ex-local boy made good, contacted you?

Obviously wanted to give back to the community.

And when I say cooler, like, next level.

So, Frodo, do you know how to get

to the Brokenwood Palms Resort?

Yeah, yeah, real close.

And so I told him, and then...

this Quentin Black dude pops out.

You look like a guy who attracts good luck.

And they invited me to the competition.

Picked me up later in the limo.

I was riding with flash-as people.

Tane Sampson, Quentin Black -- he's, like, super rich --

and some famous painter called Welsh.

It was an exclusive night.

Not sure how Frodo swung it.

Wait up, Frodo.

Come on, fella.

He's with us.

Best of luck, chaps.

But it didn't matter. It was a classy evening.

If spoofing is one thing, it's aspirational.

There's something unique about men bonding.

I couldn't agree more.

Roger. Roger Plummer.

John Ruby.

Those jackets are awesome.

All you have to do is win.

Brad Brunheimer was found dead this morning.

Bloody hell.

The jacket.

When did Brad give it to you?

Just as we were leaving.

Frodo.

I'd like you to have these.

What? No way.

You, my friend, have earned your stripes.

He was just such a great guy.

I guess all this means I'm sitting in a dead man's coat.

Sorry I couldn't be more help. I was only the host.

I wasn't always in the room.

Well, we'll need the names of those that were.

Do you have a list of all the attendees?

It's not that sort of event.

Not one where you write down names and addresses.

It's a gentleman's word and a jacket that gets you in.

So 30-odd men in stripy jackets materialize for the evening,

then disappear?

Most left by midnight in the charter bus

to get back to the city.

Most? Not everyone?

No.

Okay, so who stayed?

We'll be in touch, Frodo.

Sims.

Brad Brunheimer was last seen leaving the Snake and Tiger

in a limousine with Tane Sampson.

He and his mates are staying at the Brokenwood Palms Resort.

I'll pick you up on the way.

♪ Listen here, my darling, my dear ♪

♪ There are some things you need to hear ♪

♪ Right from the mouth ♪

♪ The victim's mouth ♪

Hi, there.

D.S.S. Mike Shepherd. Brokenwood CIB.

Detective Kristin Sims.

Tane Sampson.

And this is the artist known as Welsh.

Hola, señorita.

Hola.

Oh, you speak español?

Ooh la la.

And what can we do for you both?

We were hoping for a quick word.

Quentin Black. Detectives Shepherd and Sims.

- Hi. - Hello.

We're about to catch a plane to the city for the test match.

A quick word?

You could tag along. Chat about it on the way.

Ah, we can't.

We're working.

No tengo tiempo para esto.

Relajarse.

No, no, no. Relajarse.

Relajarse. That's what I just said.

Is there a problem?

I don't believe so. - Haz que se vaya.

What's this all about?

You attended a competition last night

at the Snake and Tiger.

What of it?

We were hoping for some background.

Look, we're on a really tight schedule.

A very quick word.

Could you tell me about the evening?

A pleasant time had by all.

Una noche perfecta.

We had a team photo, some average food,

then the main event.

Gentlemen.

Now, gather yourselves into groups of four.

Light the match and let the spoofing begin!

Ohhh!

Whoo-hoo!

So, you are the artist known as Welsh?

Sí.

You're in the presence of a genius.

Tane, I understand you're the reigning champion?

Until Mr. Brunheimer won.

And...

a deserving champion, if I may say so.

And how did the evening end?

Well, full of bonhomie at the prize giving.

Brad Brunheimer, you have spoofed with great aplomb

and a gentleman's spirit, in good humor and temper.

Everybody!

The bus will be leaving shortly.

Mr. Brunheimer was found dead this morning.

Jesus. Where?

In the fountain in Powers Park.

Drowned?

We're waiting on the postmortem.

A witness saw him leaving the Snake and Tiger

with you three in the limousine.

We took him back to his motel.

What time?

It was around 2:00 a.m.

I can check with Vita, my driver.

And then?

Uh, we came back here.

Dropped Mr. Coombes on the way.

So the last time you saw Brad was at the motel at 2:00 a.m.?

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

You mentioned a team photo

that was taken at the beginning of the evening.

All the participants, yes.

Say "spoof"!

Spoof!

On second thoughts, let's try "cheese."

Cheese!

Well, we appreciate your time.

Enjoy the big game.

Vita, isn't it? Mike Shepherd.

Vita's a woman of very few words.

Isn't that right, Vita?

She lost her voice to aphasia, years ago.

So when you say few words...

I was being euphemistic. She has no speech.

Vita, The detectives would like to know

what time we dropped the American to the motel.

2:00 a.m.?

The Spaniard was agitated about something.

Pronunciation.

And I know my school Spanish is a bit rusty,

but I'm pretty sure "ooh la la" is French.

And he's an artist?

Known as the Vertical Jackson Pollock.

He's got a talent for throwing some paint

at a canvas and calling it art

and then flicking it off for 100K a pop.

Got a couple, have you?

Tane Sampson and his cohort

didn't mention anything untoward happening last night.

Ray Neilson was sporting a black eye,

but he didn't want to talk about it.

- Recent? - Fresh as a daisy.

Uh, follow up with our old friend Alden Coombes.

As Master of Ceremonies, he may have seen something,

although, without cause of death,

it's maybe all a bit presumptive.

Hello, Mike.

Ah! Gina.

I was just talking about you.

I know. How nice.

How close are we with the postmortem?

I'm waiting for the all clear.

So I thought in the meantime, I would like to invite you

to a fundraising event at the Snake and Tiger.

Next Saturday. Uh...

What, you got somewhere else to be?

You are invited, too.

Too kind.

You don't have to come.

It is a soiree with a difference.

A fundraising event for a support group I have set up.

Russian Abandoned Brides in District?

Some years ago, quite a few women

were enticed here with hopes for a better life,

only to be discarded for younger models.

Sorry, your group is called... RABID?

We want to evoke the soft and gentle nature of Russian women.

Warm and fluffy, like a winter coat.

Christ, she means "rabbit."

So I thought, Mike, if you'd be kind enough to be raffled off.

Sorry?!

Oh, yeah.

Like a meat pack.

As a mystery dinner guest.

You are a man of great respect around the community.

People would be pleased to win a dinner with you.

And who knows?

Romance may come about.

Would that be so bad?

To be honest, Gina --

Ready to prep. I'll be in touch.

Thank you, Mike.

You have to help me with this.

You know she's not interested in us.

I think the real question is,

are you, Mike, in the market for a little romance?

With women from a group called RABID?

God.

He is giving nothing away.

I'm sure you'll break him in the end.

Chalmers. That CCTV footage is through.

Nice shot.

Mm. Someone knew what they were doing.

Mike.

You must come for me at once.

As the rigor mortis set in,

the tongue held it in place until we inverted him.

Gravity did the rest.

That is meant to pay the ferryman.

Someone put it there to wish him safe passage to the underworld.

Indeed. Someone did.

Sims.

Gina has found another coin

wedged under the victim's tongue.

Two dollars? Affirmative.

We're upgrading this.

Copy that.

So now he's the six-dollar man.

Who someone wanted dead.

Hello?

Alden?

Yes?

Hi, Alden. It's Detective Kristin Sims.

Try! Bloody beauty!

Sorry, who?

It's Detective Kristin Sims.

It is safe to say this was a typical case

of an ornamental arrowhead severing the brain stem.

Death was instant.

No sign of any other injuries?

None that I can see.

Now, Mike, this raffle --

Yes, about that.

These abandoned brides were women

who have suffered great heartbreak, such as yourself.

I knew you could relate and offer wisdom and comfort

to the lucky lady who wins.

The thing is, Gina, I need you to under--

Excuse me.

Sims.

Alden Coombes is at the rugby in the city.

He hitched a ride there with Tane Sampson.

Apparently they're flying back first thing tomorrow.

Not in his hot-air balloon, obviously. It's impounded.

So Alden Coombes has joined life in the fast lane?

Hmm.

Interesting.

Thanks.

Did someone clean the CCTV?

I went to do it. Already clear.

- From the victim's phone. - Thanks.

Riverstone Jewellery. Hello?

Hello. Who is this?

This is Karla. Who's this?

Karla. This is D.C. Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.

Uh-huh.

Would it be convenient if I came by for a chat?

About what?

Let's discuss that when we meet up.

Mm-hmm.

I can be there in 40 minutes.

Sure. Thanks.

I'll see you soon.

I plan on getting it framed.

Did anything out of the ordinary happen last night, Ray?

In what way?

Arguments, malice, violence?

The Snake and Tiger prides itself on being an establishment

that offers people the chance to drink in absolute peace.

And spoof.

On rare occasions, yes.

In full accordance with the Liquor Licensing Act of 2012.

Hmm. Though I didn't ask.

In case you were wondering.

Yet sometime between yesterday evening and this morning,

you received that black eye.

It was a busy night.

So it happened last night?

I told you, I walked into a door.

Thanks for the photo.

Hi. This is Riverstone Jewellery.

Please leave a message.

We know that these people traveled back to the city

- before time of death. - Which is?

Gina puts it between 1:00 a.m. and 3:00 a.m.

And was he as drunk as he smelled?

Still waiting on toxicology.

So how do we know he didn't just simply trip,

stagger backwards, and then fall onto the arrow?

With a coin under his tongue?

The force of the impact would have ejected the coin.

I'm certain it was placed there after the fact.

A message of some kind.

Spoofing kills?

Hm. Who would want to send that?

Somebody who hated spoofing?

Or the loser.

Who was?

Quentin Black.

Mm. He's a serious rich lister.

Do you have any idea

how much the Black family business is worth?

20 mill?

Try $800 million.

There's a lot of money in tires.

Which begs the question,

what was he doing slumming it at the Snake and Tiger?

You'd expect him to be in Monaco or Ibiza.

Maybe they don't spoof in Monaco.

What about the defending champion?

Tane Sampson.

Maybe he was miffed at losing.

The Gang of Four are due back from the Rugby tomorrow.

We'll follow up.

I'm still trying to track this guy.

He didn't leave on the bus,

which suggests he could be local.

I've searched John Ruby. Nothing comes up.

We have to assume that he was using a false name.

And if so, why?

Hi. Thanks.

Just need to relax. Absolutely fine.

Hi.

Dr. Plummer, we understand you attended

a spoofing match the night before last.

Oh, dear.

I did, yes.

I told you nothing good would come of it.

Lucas, please.

It was a splendid evening.

You didn't attend, Reverend?

Spoofing isn't really my thing.

Oh, come on, Lucas.

It was a bit of stress release. That's all.

In the company of men only.

Is that entirely necessary?

What time did you leave?

Devilishly late.

Lucas, please!

Quite late.

I stayed for a nightcap after the match.

That will well and truly be me.

And I walked home through Powers Park.

I didn't drive.

Around what time?

2:30 a.m., perhaps?

Did you go past the fountain?

It's on my way home. Yes.

Did you see anyone?

Not that I recall.

Okay. Well, enjoy your coffees.

Maybe we've missed the obvious.

That Brad Brunheimer tripped and fell?

No, about Mike.

Do you remember the time that he just upped and left

and said he was farewelling an old friend?

- Yeah. - Yeah, and then lately,

he's been going away in weekends.

- Quite a lot. - Yeah.

So maybe he's back on with this old friend.

Or...maybe he's taken up trout fishing,

getting amongst the rivers and lakes, hunting and gathering.

Mike doesn't fish.

But you do.

Look, if romance is in the air, all I'm saying is,

as his colleagues, we have a right to know.

Okay, I gotta get to Riverstone.

Karla?

Yes?

D.C. Chalmers.

We missed each other yesterday.

Oh!

Yeah, sorry.

Something came up.

Do you happen to know this man?

It's hard to say.

Take your time.

Yeah, I might've seen him around.

Well, if you'd spoken to him, you'd probably remember him.

Why's that?

He's American.

Not from 'round here.

He was found dead yesterday morning.

In the fountain at Powers Park.

I'm sorry to hear that.

This is his phone.

It seems he called you, or your number at least, four days ago.

Not long after he checked into town.

Oh, that guy.

Yeah, I remember now.

Yeah, he came in here.

To?

To look at jewelry. Why else?

Then you called him.

Several times.

Oh, he came in looking at an expensive piece.

I was keen to close the deal.

Mm. Very keen.

Calling him at 2:28 a.m.

Well, that would've been a pocket dial.

So you were awake at 2:28 a.m.?

Maybe.

Were you out and about?

Nope, I would've been home.

Making pocket calls?

Maybe I bumped it in my sleep.

I keep my phone by my bed.

Closing down?

No, that's an old sign.

I'm just shifting things around a bit.

Okay. If anything springs to mind, please give me a ring.

Pocket call is fine.

♪ Your head is shaking ♪

♪ Your mouth is frowning ♪

♪ Your tongue's a-wagging all over town and ♪

♪ Your eyes are judging ♪

♪ Your elbows nudging ♪

♪ All the poison that you spread ♪

♪ With these nasty words you said ♪

♪ Stay out of my business ♪

♪ Out of my business ♪

♪ Stay out of my business ♪

♪ Out of my business ♪

♪ Stay out of my business ♪

♪ Out of my business ♪

♪ Stay out of my business ♪

♪ Out of my business ♪

♪ Stay out of my business ♪

♪ Leave it alone ♪

♪ The only business you got is your own ♪

Gents. How was the match?

Una gran noche.

Slightly dusty.

To what do we owe the royal welcome?

I was hoping to catch up with Mr. Coombes.

Oh. It's been a long trip.

I fear my liver is the size of a rugby ball.

- I must get home. - I'd be happy to drop you there.

You might feel more comfortable riding with us.

I'll try not to be offended by that.

It's not the car.

It's the tires.

Comfort's all in the tires, Mr. Shepherd.

Sort you out with a new set, if you like.

Be my pleasure.

Very generous but not quite in line with police protocols.

Well, as my mother says,

you never stand behind a gift horse with its mouth open.

He will be laughing at you while he kicks you

- right in the los cajones. - Thanks -- Thanks, Welsh.

I'll keep that in mind.

Uh, shall we?

Developments with Quentin Black?

Yeah. No, I mean -- Well, I-I was just, um...

verifying his wealth.

Oh, I thought you said it was $800 million.

Yeah, no, I just wanted to -- to check.

Oh, that's the -- the jeweler, right?

Yeah, and suspected liar.

Sims?

I couldn't quite say this in front of Lucas.

He might've got the wrong idea.

Well, whatever you say in here is completely confidential.

I would hope so.

So...

When I walked home, I walked through the park,

past the fountain.

Brad, we did it.

Uh, sorry, no. It's Roger. Roger Plummer.

- Apologies. - No problem.

- Well, I must be on my way. - Good night.

I'm curious as to why you didn't feel you could mention this

in front of Reverend Greene.

There's a little more to it, you see.

Oh.

You did very well this evening.

Cheers.

You and Brad are friends, are you?

You could say that.

Special friends?

Not in that way, no.

Oh, jolly good.

It's just...

you're a very attractive man, you see.

It's the beard.

I appreciate a fulsome beard.

Don't.

I'm not that way.

Oh, my mistake.

Silly me.

Good night.

You said, "You did well," meaning?

The Brunheimer chap may have won the title,

but John Ruby won all the money.

There was gambling?

I didn't gamble.

I was only there to observe the psychology of it all.

Mm. Of course.

The psychology of spoofing must be fascinating.

Hey, Mike, we might have something

veering towards a motive. That being?

A witness states there was gambling at the function.

We're going to go see if we can get some straight talking

out of Ray Neilson.

Keep me updated.

Milk?

Just a splash.

Alden, were there any tensions on the night?

Spoofing is not a game

that brings out aggression, Detective.

It's about conviviality, honor, connection,

and above all, simple good, clean fun.

So no obvious tensions between the guests?

Brad Brunheimer, for example?

The American?

Terrible business.

Yes.

I understand there was gambling involved.

Oh. Oh.

Dabble at the end.

What level are we talking?

A tenner here and there, pin money really.

Detectives. How can I help?

We're actually after Ray.

He's not here.

Well, maybe you could tell us where he is.

Well, he might be checking on things at the Toad and Lion.

Thanks. We'll try him there.

Or the Frog and Cheetah.

Right, well...

Or he did say something about the pizzeria

needing a look-over.

- He's a busy man. - Mm.

Works hard, my brother Ray.

Yeah, well, we just need to talk to him about alleged gambling

that occurred here during the spoofing champs.

Snake and Tiger doesn't have a gambling license.

That's why we need to talk to him.

Unless you know anything?

How could I?

Being a woman, I wasn't invited in.

Tell Ray to get in touch.

Reverend Greene.

Sorry to bother you.

Not at all. We're all on God's time.

We are narrowing down the timeline

regarding the death of Brad Brunheimer.

We just need to corroborate Dr. Plummer's story.

He's not in trouble, is he?

No, we just need to make sure his memory's clear,

given he was a little --

Tight to the wind?

Yeah, so, can you recall what time he arrived home?

I do. Precisely.

Lukie. Lukie, dear, it's only me.

Oh, good God, Roger, you -- you reek of hard liquor.

Oh. I-I'll sleep in the spare room.

So 2:43 a.m.

Emblazoned on my memory.

Great. Okay. Thanks.

You both came all this way to ask me that?

Is there something I should know?

No.

Roger and I are in a very loving and committed relationship.

The, um, spoofing thing...

he assures me it's all about the psychology.

Yes, he told us the same thing.

Good.

Alden Coombes dismissed any gambling as "pin money."

So not a great motive.

Well, Ray Neilson is playing hide-and-seek,

so we're yet to get his version.

We have a sighting of John Ruby

at the fountain around 2:30 a.m.,

verified by a sheepish Dr. Plummer.

Developments? - Hmm?

Uh, no.

Actually, can you help me with a technical issue?

I can try.

I want to send one of those picture thingies.

You mean an emoji?

Yeah, that's the one.

This a first, then?

Yes.

I'm sure Gina will appreciate it.

That is not even close to being funny.

Okay, first-timers are best to go with smiley faces.

- You good with that? - Yeah, that works.

Okay, that's there.

And depending on who you're talking to,

I'd stare clear of the eggplants.

I like eggplant.

Good for you, but not all eggplants are created equal.

Mm.

Right.

So, who is the lucky lady, then?

I have a nephew.

- What did I say? - So he doesn't have a nephew?

Yeah, no, he does but that was a complete neither confirm

nor deny of the actual question.

10 bucks says he's back on with the old friend.

I'll take the long odds on that.

Really? Fishing with the nephew?

Doubt it.

Cheating?

Well, what else would it be for?

Brad Brunheimer, you're not all sweetness

and light after all.

Assuming it was his.

That message we were after.

This is it. Someone found him out.

Okay, the match finished at midnight.

Most of the participants left on the bus at 12:30 a.m.

Brad was killed between 1:00 a.m. and 3:00 a.m.

Some stayed drinking till around 2:00 a.m.

Then Dr. Plummer met John Ruby at the fountain around 2:30 a.m.

We know Brunheimer wasn't in the fountain then,

or Dr. Plummer would've mentioned it.

And he'd been dropped back to his motel.

So somehow he got back to the fountain

between 2:35 a.m. and 3:00 a.m.

When he died.

Can we have a word with Detective Sims?

You should know I'm here reluctantly.

My sister believes I may be able to help you with your inquiries.

Can't think how.

Just tell her, Ray, so we can get out of here.

Tell me what, Ray?

That there was gambling at your spoofing night?

Not that I saw.

I wouldn't know.

Well, here's what I'd like to know.

How is it in this day and age

you can hold an event that excludes women?

Women are fully welcome at spoofing regattas.

I didn't see any.

It's not that women aren't allowed.

It's just...tradition.

That they're not allowed.

Look, I know what you're insinuating.

The last thing I am is sexist.

Both my ex-wives were women.

And they weren't spoofers, either?

Alright! I'll say it.

Men are naturally better spoofers.

How many coins?

Aw, come on. You can't just --

- I'm not psyched up. - How many?

Three.

No, two!

How'd you get the black eye, Ray?

Just tell her.

Alright!

There was a small fracas.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Actually, that's not okay, the whole gambling thing.

Sorry, is there a problem here, Ray?

It's a question of the law.

No! No, no, no, no, no.

Nada!

Do not kill my joy, man!

Steady on!

You know, I come here for the women.

There is none!

I come here for the tapas.

All I get is some second-rate wannabe Italian pizza caca!

I said steady on!

I come here to throw my money down

like at the foot of a beautiful dancing señorita,

and you tell me no?

The cops will shut me down!

Let them come!

Arriba!

Or even better, kill the pugs! Yah!

Oh!

He said, "Kill the pugs"?

Well, he meant something else, obviously.

He used those exact words?

I mean, what more do we need?

Was everyone gambling?

Ray doesn't know.

I'm no nark, but we should report him.

What goes on behind those closed doors

stays behind those closed doors.

Hear no evil, see no evil.

I'm not losing my bloody license again.

By the time he went back in there, the match was over.

Alden Coombes was crying?

That's how Ray saw it.

Bring this Welsh in.

Aw, Santa Maria!

- No creo esto! - Stay cool, stay cool.

Mr. Welsh.

- We need to talk to you. - What's this all about?

All will be revealed down at the station.

Sacrebleu!

We're trying to leave town.

Do you want me, too?

No, just Mr. Welsh.

That's a shame.

This just concerns Mr. Welsh and a report of vandalism.

What have you done, Pablo?

Nada.

English is his second language.

You mind if I come along?

Sure.

Actually, we understand there was some gambling

on the night in question.

As is the spoofing tradition.

Hmm. But the Snake and Tiger

isn't a-a licensed casino, is it?

It's just a bit of harmless fun at the end of the night.

Did you place a bet?

You can't bet on yourself.

Tane bet for me.

Then you lost.

How much? 25.

- Dollars? - $25,000.

Yeah.

And how did that make you feel?

Look, please don't -- don't take this the wrong way,

but, you know, to me, losing 25K,

it's -- it's not the end of the world.

Look, if Ray's going to cop a fine, I'm happy to pay it.

El amor está en el aire.

Love is in the air.

Spoofing is a gentleman's game.

The notion of cheating is an anathema.

Firstly, the very basis of the game is that one can't cheat.

What if there was a way?

Be very disappointing.

Someone could get very rich. Someone like you.

Tradition dictates betting's only allowed on the last round.

So you bet more than a tenner?

Everything I had.

And you were lucky?

Enough to get me out of hock.

Like I said, it was a good night.

Yet a witness describes you as crying

as you awarded Mr. Brunheimer his trophy.

Why were you upset?

Wouldn't you be emotional if you were about to be reunited

with your one true love?

Your balloon?

Up, up, and away, Detective.

Did anyone else bet on Brad?

Uh...

Time to place your final bets.

Chap by the name of John Ruby.

$5,000. All in. On the American.

That's more like it.

Looks like you have a fan.

You don't happen to know where I might find Mr. Ruby?

I'd never seen him before.

End of the night, he slipped away.

Thanks, Alden.

Fingerprinting?

I still don't see why that was necessary.

Well, as I said, it's a process of elimination.

Okay, so, Mr. Welsh...

I'm Welsh, not Mr. Welsh.

Right. So, Welsh...

But I am not Welsh. Do I look Welsh?

Well, that depends on what you think a Welsh person looks like.

Well, how do they look?

Short, pale. Like a leek.

Ah, sí! Like a leek.

So you are an artiste from Spain who calls himself Welsh.

But that is not my real name.

Okay, so what is your real name?

Pablo.

Pablo? Sí, Pablo.

- Okay, Pablo... - Pablo Picc--

Aw, this is -- Piccante.

Pablo Piccante.

- He changed his name. - To Welsh?

Well the dragon is my spirit animal.

Uh-huh. Okay.

So, Pablo, did you write the phrase "Kill the pugs"

on the outside of this building?

- Qué? - Why would he do that?

He loves dogs. You love dogs, right?

Dogs is my second spirit animal. I love the Chihuahua.

Or he meant pigs and spelled it wrong.

So you're saying because my friend has an accent,

he's the likely culprit?

Is that what you're basing this whole accusation on?

You know, this feels like cultural harassment.

Well, no, I'm following a fairly strong line of inquiry.

Do you have any witnesses to this graffiti attack?

Currently it is circumstantial.

Well, graffiti, it's an unpleasant eyesore at most.

Surely you must have bigger fish to fry,

like the death of Mr. Brunheimer?

Where were you at 2:45 the night before last?

That is it!

I need to do a leek.

Of course.

Down the corridor, last on the right.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I need to do a leek!

No, no, he needs to do a leek. He needs to get back to work.

Do you know anybody who's got a drum kit?

Hoy!

Can we get forensics to the Brokenwood Motel?

Karla, I'm hoping we could have another chat.

Okay.

I'm about five minutes away.

That work for you?

Uh-huh.

Thanks. I'll see you soon.

Traffic was light.

It's a well-made piece.

And why are you showing me?

It's not familiar at all?

Why would it be?

Thought you might know how someone

might make something like that.

Look around you. I don't really deal in coins.

But you do deal in fine metalwork.

And the person who had this about his person

was someone who called you.

Several times.

The American?

Brad Brunheimer.

Well, like I told you,

he came in here looking at an expensive piece.

But didn't buy.

Yeah.

But did he commission?

I checked his motel room again.

Found this screwed-up piece of paper.

With the Riverstone Jewellery letterhead on it.

Take a look what's drawn on the bottom.

Kristin Sims.

I've got something to tell you.

Quentin.

Hi. Did you want to come to the station?

I was kind of hoping somewhere more relaxed.

And off the record, if that's okay?

Meet me at the Brokenwood Gardens?

Uh, sure.

Yeah, I can do that.

I'll see you there. Great.

Honestly, he's just some guy that turned up.

Brad Brunheimer.

Better known as "Mad Magic Brad."

What do we have here?

Can I show you something else?

States...

He said he was a touring magician from America

and the split coin was part of a sleight-of-hand trick.

A touring magician without his own props?

You didn't think that was a bit odd?

He said he needed a local currency coin for the routine.

Puts a local audience at ease.

He paid me a grand to do it.

It only took a day or so.

I didn't think any more of it.

Do you know what spoofing is?

Whatever it is, it sounds kinda dodgy.

It's a game. It involves coins.

Uh, if you say so.

Did Brad mention spoofing at all?

He said he was a magician.

As far as spoofing goes, I've never played, so...

I don't know what else I can say.

♪ If you were a bird ♪

♪ I think I'd like your song ♪

* If you were a light *

♪ I'd always leave you on ♪

So, this is about Brad Brunheimer, I take it?

Oh, no. I barely knew the guy.

Just met him playing that crazy game.

Oh, so you're not a passionate spoofer?

No, no. That's Tane's thing.

You know, flowers are one of nature's few complexities

that humankind hasn't managed to replicate.

We can put a man on the moon, create fake chicken

that tastes like chicken, transplant a human face.

But flowers remain out of reach.

Too complex.

Yeah. There is something quietly reassuring about that.

Mm.

You know, most people, when they meet me,

they can't help but judge me just a little bit.

- Oh, because you're rich? - Yeah.

People see rich listers as somehow inherently bad,

as if we must have screwed people over to make our money.

Did you screw people over?

My dad made all the money before I was even born.

So, my only purpose in life is to put it to some greater good.

Such as?

We do a lot of charity work.

My cousin has a disability,

so I know firsthand about people in need.

Can I ask, how did Vita lose her voice?

Aphasia brought on by a violent trauma.

An accident.

The other person involved didn't make it.

Vita blamed herself.

Well, I'm really sorry to hear that.

You must hear a lot of terrible things in your line of work.

Yeah, I do.

So what was it that you wanted to tell me?

Not tell. Uh...

Ask.

- How many coins? - Oh, you've got to be kidding.

Go on. Guess.

Three.

- Wow, I did not see that coming. - I think you did.

No. Well, yeah, maybe, a little.

It's nice to be asked.

So that's a "yes," then?

That is a "I can't."

Because you're still involved in an active murder investigation.

But I wasn't there. Come on, we've already established that.

I know, but it's just -- it's not that simple.

But if you could, you would?

We can't accept gifts.

Oh. Wow, you guys do it tough.

Okay, uh, well, it's not a gift, it's a gesture.

Huh, a reminder to work faster so you can join me for dinner

overlooking the water

at some fancy-schmancy place in the city.

Hm?

Or somewhere cheap and cheerful?

I don't mind.

But that's a date.

- Nice flower. - Hmm.

I never saw you as a flower sort of person.

Did you know the flower is one thing

humankind has yet to replicate?

I've seen some plastic flowers that are pretty good.

That's hardly the same.

So you're picking flowers on your lunch break, then?

I got it from the Botanic Garden.

Pretty sure you're not supposed to pick flowers

from public gardens.

Well, I didn't pick it, so...

Right. So who did, then?

Um, pretty sure that's none of your business, actually.

Oh, like how who Mike is seeing is none of our business?

Hughes' international team came through on Brad Brunheimer.

Well-known grifter in his homeland.

AKA Chad Brunheimer,

Thad Brunelheim, Bradley Brunelle.

Banned from Las Vegas and Reno and several casinos in Europe.

Any known associates called John Ruby?

No.

But we do know that John Ruby bet heavily on Brad.

He would've made at least $40,000,

if they were working together.

Hmm. Did John Ruby double-cross Brad?

Decide to keep the money for himself.

Gina? Mike.

I have toxicology results.

- It has that -- - Look, why don't I come to you?

- Mike. - Gina.

Mr. Brad Brunheimer had no alcohol in his system.

Interesting.

I could have told you that through the telephone,

but you came.

That's nice.

Gina, this fundraiser...

- I'll be there. - Mike.

- You are a good man. - Yeah.

But you need to know that I'll be bringing a friend.

If that's okay.

At fundraiser, the more the better.

When I say a friend, I mean a special friend.

Oh, yes?

A special friend that I met a while back.

I see.

This friend happens to be visiting Brokenwood

for the very first time this weekend, and...

well, it would be rude not to invite them along.

Of course. You are not a rude man.

This friend...

do they make you happy?

It seems they do.

Well, that's what friends are for.

Do you need any further clarification

on the toxicology report?

Quentin Black, Tane Sampson,

Pablo Piccante, and their driver dropped Brad at 2:00 a.m.,

then went back to the resort, which is a-a 20-minute drive,

which has them out of Brokenwood by 2:30 a.m.

So there's this gap of 15 to 20 minutes

where Brad could have been killed.

Brad, we did it.

John Ruby made a phone call at 2:30 a.m.

Yeah, which we know from Dr. Plummer.

So did someone else.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

You think this necklace would look good on me?

If you're seeking an after-hours boho look, sure.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but I think this would look good on you.

Excuse me?

If you were seeking an after-hours male look

in the company of men at a male-only event, Karla.

Or would you prefer John Ruby?

Is passing yourself off as a man something you do often?

I've never done it before.

Well, it seems Brad Brunheimer

was in the business of old-school shape-shifting.

So, you were in good hands.

Look, he got me at a time

where things weren't going very well for me.

When he offered me a grand to make the coin,

I wasn't really in a position to say no.

And it was a nice piece of work.

That's when he told me about the real purpose of the coin

and how there was a lot of money at stake.

But he needed a wingman because it was a male-only event.

He needed an ally, and I needed the cash.

He'd done his research.

He knew Tane Sampson would be defending his title

and his entourage were high rollers.

Any of those men make it to the finals,

the stakes are going to be very high.

The sky's the limit, baby.

You need a name.

What's your father called?

John.

And your mother?

Ruby.

Pleased to meet you, John Ruby.

Where did you get the jacket?

It was his.

But anyone with a jacket can bring a guest.

Without it, he would seem more like an outsider,

unlikely to go the distance.

And wearing it would make it easier for me

to fly under the radar.

I tried to keep a low profile.

Seven.

Five.

Four.

Ha-ha! Sweet!

Now, now, Frodo. Not too exuberant.

'Course, yeah.

Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure spoofing with you all.

Jolly good.

Try and avoid any unwanted attention

until the final game.

Spoofers, spoofers one and all,

now the evening gets a little spicier.

Time to place your final bets, gentlemen.

$5,000.

On the American.

25K.

On Mr. Black.

Four.

Five.

Brad Brunheimer, you have...

Brad said the winner needed to be a man

who could disappear if things went south.

And what better way than to morph back into a woman.

And after winning, what was the plan?

Meet at the fountain, split the winnings.

But he didn't show up.

I tried calling him. Nothing.

Brad! We did it.

After Dr. Plummer left, how long did you wait?

10 minutes, maybe.

Then I left.

I figured he'd just show up at the shop the next day.

But he didn't.

You did.

Why didn't you volunteer this information then?

Because you'd think what you're probably thinking now.

That I killed him for his share.

- Did you? - No.

But that money...

I needed that money to keep my business afloat.

I didn't want you to take that away.

Morning.

Morning.

Toxicology have zero milligrams of alcohol.

So, safe to assume that the offender

doused him with bourbon as a deflection.

Hm.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Quentin. Hi.

Hey, good timing.

He's just about ready to commit to paint.

Not many get to see this.

I thought this place went into receivership?

Oh, Pablo needed a studio, and, you know, money talks.

Hey, I gotta catch a plane to the city later for a meeting.

You could come. We could grab that dinner.

I have to talk to Pablo.

Aah!

No! Never!

Aaaaah!

This is the special bit.

So this is how he chooses the color?

10 shades of cream, 10 tonal shifts of pale green.

♪ It's all called a shelter ♪

♪ You call the unknown ♪

Aaaaah!

♪ Back in the day ♪

♪ I knew where I was going ♪

♪ If you look in my heart ♪

♪ Can you look in my heart ♪

♪ Because you're a young man ♪

♪ You will leave it all behind ♪

Leek.

I am spent.

Marvelous.

Sims.

A fingerprint hit on the Spaniard.

Thanks.

Quelle surprise.

Gentlemen, do you maintain that neither of you were involved

in the defacing of this building with the words

"I smell bakin" and "Kill the pugs"?

Like I told your colleague,

there seems to be some cultural insensitivity at play here.

Oh, no, but you're not really culturally offended, though,

are you, Dwayne?

Dwayne? Who the hell's Dwayne?

Well, Dwayne is a Kiwi passing himself off as Spanish

with the awkward tendency

of mixing his French and his español.

Being Spanish adds a certain je ne sais quoi to the persona.

It adds some authenticity,

being the mercurial Welsh, AKA Pablo Piccante from Spain,

when really you're just Dwayne Rawlings,

panel beater from Hamilton

who was also arrested for defacing a train station

in 2004.

What?!

It was a long time ago, so...

Quite a reinvention, Mr. Rawlings.

Please, have a look at this.

Mud.

It was a nice shot, by the way.

What makes you think it was us?

Well, because if I fast-forward...

Gotta love gravity.

Is this the sort of thing you make a habit of?

It was all his idea.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

It's the police station.

Senorita Vita, stop the car!

No. - Let's have a little fun!

I want nothing to do with this.

Vamos!

Vamos!

Well? Go after him.

So Mr. Black wasn't part of your little escapade?

But he was there, waiting for you?

Sí. Um...yeah.

And then afterwards, we just headed back to the resort.

Dropping Mr. Coombes, as you initially said.

Mm-hmm.

Only around 45 minutes later than you stated.

So you're not actually Spanish?

I'm so sorry, bro.

According to the timecode on the CCTV,

Pablo and Tane -- Dwayne.

Uh, Dwayne and Tane were outside this very building

during the window of time when Brad could have been killed --

2:45 to 3:00 a.m.

We have to circle back to the loser of the final.

Quentin Black.

But he was waiting down the road in the limousine.

Was he? Okay.

Why would he kill someone over a silly guessing game?

This is an international affair.

I mean, these men take it seriously.

Yeah, but even so, it's not the Olympics, is it?

I mean, are we discounting a random stranger?

Look, Quentin Black does not care about money.

He told you that?

Yeah. As a matter of fact, he did.

He needs to put that in a formal statement.

Well, I think he's about to leave town.

Then you need to stop him.

♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo, baby ♪

♪ You drive me a little bit crazy ♪

♪ Bye-bye, so long, lonely days are long gone ♪

♪ Baby, since you made me go whoo-hoo ♪

Nice place you got here.

Yeah. I'll try to make this as quick as possible.

Your movements on the night in question.

With what Pablo and Tane admitted to,

there is some discrepancy,

and my boss just wants to clear things up.

I already told you. I-I -- We drove to the resort.

Yeah, I know. We just need to write it down.

Okay, um, look, I covered for their stupid spray-painting.

They're idiots. I'm sorry.

If there is a fine, I'm happy to pay, no problem.

So let's write it down.

Sorry.

Shepherd Special, thanks.

Sure.

New tires, Frodo?

Yeah. Yeah, totally stoked.

How much did they set you back?

Oh, the rich guy's chauffeur lady dropped them off.

Black Tyres?

For me?

No way!

Why did she give you them?

Oh, y-- Just -- Just 'cause.

Just 'cause why?

Aw, give her a break, man.

A break for what?

Uh, statement from Quentin Black.

He remains consistent with his version of events and --

Frodo, hey, what are you --

I bought a coffee off Frodo, and we got talking.

Uh, tell Kristin what you told me.

About the lady monk who took a vow of silence?

What lady monk?

Okay, since you're the cops, she probably won't mind me saying.

"Frodo, when we break a vow of silence,

we need to give something away to make amends.

And by doing that, it's like it never happened.

Please understand."

Wow. That's so brave.

I totally understand.

She slipped up.

Once.

Left or right?

Uh, take the right. The Snake and Tiger will be

about a 100 meters up there on the left.

So the aphasia was...

There was no aphasia.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, excuse me.

Was it something I said?

You're good, Frodo.

You don't have to say anything.

You want me to handle this?

Mike.

I'm just a little offended you would even ask that.

Over to you.

Right now it's only hearsay.

We need proof.

Can I fight fire with fire?

For the record, you never asked me that.

Off the record, I look forward to it.

You can't be serious.

You've been charged with accessory to vandalism.

All our special guests pass through here.

I'm guilty of nothing.

Well, you can explain that to your lawyer when they get here.

My QC will just laugh you out of court.

Always appreciate a good laugh.

In the meantime, I need your belt and your shoes.

What the hell for?

What? Oh, you think I'm a suicide risk?

Protocol.

And your jacket and your hat while you're at it.

I think he's still finishing his witness statement inside.

Did you want to come in and have a cup of tea?

Another biscuit?

Yeah, fair enough.

Nothing worse than a stale ginger nut.

Actually, no, could be worse. Could be my baking.

But that would be unlikely, given my infrequent attempts.

Oh, that's him.

Oh, don't worry. Finish your tea.

He's got to sign out yet, so no rush.

And thank you for your understanding

during this whole misunderstanding.

So the hicks fell for it?

Let's go home.

We hicks fell for what, exactly?

♪ A little bit of struggle is good for the soul ♪

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

I just have a few questions while we wait for your lawyer.

Hey, what's going on here?

Why don't we talk it through

somewhere a bit more comfortable?

Sure.

♪ Lose your mind, your money, your time ♪

♪ Lose your way, get left behind ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh, helps me sleep, helps me... ♪

Is this about dinner?

Not quite.

Quentin, I need you to be completely straight with me.

I already have been.

I told your colleague we dropped Brad at his motel.

I have no idea how he got to the park.

Well, that's not quite how your cousin Vita recalls it.

Now would be a very good time to start talking, Vita.

Or should I say re-tells it.

Yeah, she's been very forthcoming

ever since she remarkably found her voice.

Quentin had been in a dark mood

after dropping the American back at his motel.

When Tane and Pablo got up to their tricks...

Go after him.

I want to go home.

So you dropped Alden Coombes home, and then what?

Pick up the others?

No. No, head -- head back to the American's motel first.

Can't sleep?

Thought I'd take a walk to the park.

Night.

Get in.

How did you do it?

I didn't do anything. I won. That's all, my friend.

I don't know if you are my friend.

Maybe you've had too much to drink.

Maybe you have.

Dutch courage, is that it?

You want to know my secret?

Please.

I don't drink. Sober thinking.

While everyone's getting loose, making wild guesses,

I sit back and I read the room.

Thanks for the ride.

Wait.

Stay here.

But she didn't wait.

She was worried about you. She'd seen you like this before.

I've seen him lose his wrack when things don't go his way.

He's so used to things going his way, you know.

Expecting someone?

No, I'm just out --

Good, then do me the honor of one last game.

You really can't let it go, can you?

Well, if you're so good,

all sober and true, then prove it.

Alright.

It's your call, my friend

Show your coins.

One.

Two.

- Ah! - Can't win 'em all.

Empty your pocket.

Whoa, whoa, fella that is not the gentleman's way.

- I said empty your pocket. - Okay, kid, take it easy.

Just --

Four coins.

Four coins.

Can't believe I was beaten by a cheating American.

You win some, you lose some.

I never lose.

What the hell have you done?

Nothing.

I did nothing.

I saw it. You killed him.

If he hadn't have cheated, then none of this would've happened.

This American prick brought this on himself, you understand?

- What if somebody else saw? - Nobody saw anything.

Just you and me.

We say nothing.

Especially you.

That's when Quentin came up with the idea.

I can't lie.

No one is asking you to lie.

I'm asking you not to speak.

They're very different things, Vita, do you understand?

They are very different things, hmm?

With a cousin like Quentin, there's never a chance

to say much anyway.

But you must have spoken

to the others in the group at some point?

Alden Coombes?

Tane, Pablo?

So they were all in on it?

I need you to actually say it, Vita.

Yes.

Yes, they were.

Vita explained that the following day,

you put your insurance policies in place.

Last night you were crying in you beer

about your lost balloon.

I imagine something like this could solve all your problems.

Do you know my cousin can't talk?

No.

Aphasia.

It's a terrible thing, but she soldiers on.

You see?

Tane towed the line, fearing he would lose his advertising deal.

Sure you'll be keen for those Black Tyre commercials

to roll over for another year.

What's that worth to you worldwide?

500K?

Vita's always struck me as the silent type.

Pablo followed suit.

C'est la vie.

Here we go.

You are a very persuasive person, Mr. Black. I know.

But murder is a very extreme response

- to losing a game of chance. - It wasn't murder.

You lost. You violently assaulted him.

I don't lose. I'm not a loser.

Alright, well, should we say that not winning

is something you can't accept.

You know, I can buy anything I want.

This game, this little world title, couldn't buy that.

But I could have won it.

Do you know how good that would have felt?

To win something, not -- not buy it?

But somehow that Yank cheated. Hmm?

He shouldn't have done that.

That offer of dinner.

I know a little place just down the hall.

It specializes in solo dining.

Do you know? Do you know how he did it?

Do you know how he cheated?

Um, yeah.

Quentin Black, you've been charged with the murder

of Brad Brunheimer.

Arriba, Dwayne, arriba.

Thanks again for partaking the first annual

Russian Abandoned Brides In District fundraiser,

sponsored, of course, by Gourmet Ray's

Porky Pigeon Pizzeria.

Now we have the draw for the lucky lady

who will win a dinner with our mystery guest.

And the winner is...

...number 19.

You didn't buy a ticket.

No.

Number 19.

Oh! It's me!

Who is she?

I don't know.

She's not Russian.

Didn't know that was a prerequisite.

Ray, who sold her a ticket?

Well, that's all part of the whole thing, isn't it?

Apologies.

- Am I late? - I just won a dinner with you.

You have no idea how pleased I am about that.

Did you just hear that bang?

Yeah, the sound of Gina's head exploding, mm-hmm.

Kristin and Daniel, this is a friend of mine,

Beth Haines.

Hi. It's lovely to meet you.

Mike's told me so much about you both.

All good things, I hope.

No.

Exceptional, actually.

Oh, well.

Beth exaggerates.

Hello.

So you are Beth.

You must be Gina.

Mike has told me all about you.

He's a very lucky man.

Oh, thank you.

We have a saying in Russia.

She who catches a bear is called lady with a bear.

Meaning?

Bears bring good fortune.

Oh, there you go.

But only if you tame them.

Otherwise, he becomes bear with a lady,

which is quite a different outcome.

My gift to you for extra good luck.

Oh, no, Gina. I-I-I couldn't.

Please. I insist.

Gina, that's very kind of you.

Now I must go and drink vodka with my friends.

How 'bout I get a round for everyone?

I'll give you a hand.

Can you believe he told Gina before us?

Yeah, I guess that's why she's taking it so well.

I told you that nephew line was a ruse.

You owe me 10 bucks.

Yeah, but do we know that Beth is the old friend?

Oh, so you're refusing to pay up.

Alright, I'll spoof you for it.

Alright.

But you know I am very, very good.

Wouldn't be a challenge otherwise.

Three.

Two.

♪ Don't leave me this way ♪

♪ Don't leave me this way ♪

♪ Give me something to believe in ♪

♪ Don't leave me this way ♪

♪ Don't leave me this way ♪

♪ Give me something to believe in ♪

♪ Your daddy was a working man ♪

♪ He ain't the best-looking fella around ♪

♪ He brought a bride over from India ♪