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♪ I'm a puppet in the middle of the room ♪

♪ The strings are attached to you ♪

♪ Say the word, I'll make you... ♪

[ Motor whirring ]

[ Motor shuts off ]

[ Alarm chirps ]

Morning!

It's a bit early, mate.

Watch out... you'll have Lynley on your back again.

Ha!

[ Dog barking ]

[ Car engine starts ]

[ Emmy screams ]

[ Sobbing ]

WYATT: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, what is it?

- What is it? - I... She...

- What? - She's...

[ Sobbing ] Oh, please come!

[ Breathing heavily ]

Aw, hell's bells!

[ Dog barking ]

*THE BROKENWOOD MYSTERIES* Season 08 Episode 03

Episode Title: "Spark to a Flame" Aired on: July 11, 2022.

Geez, thought I'd be sitting down to bacon and eggs by now.

We'll only keep you as long as we have to.

D.C. Chalmers. This is Mr. Wyatt Brenner.

Wyatt was second on the scene

after another neighbor, Emmy Schofield.

Emmy lives with her dad next door.

Sims is in there now.

Wyatt has identified the victim as a Lynley Foster.

Did Lynley ever mention any family?

- Not to me. - SHEPHERD: Friends?

I'd be surprised if she had any.

Any idea how long she lived here?

Pateke Point? Maybe a... a year?

This house? Never.

What do you mean?

That's Lynley's dump there.

This house belongs to that snobby lawyer.

Miranda Temple.

Miranda's father had the bach built way back.

Same time this place went up.

And now it's for sale?

JOE: Yeah, it's a shame.

Why do you say that?

Another piece of The Point gone from the original families.

This place has changed way too much already.

Here you go, bub. I put some sugar in it.

Thanks, Dad.

If you don't feel up to talking, you don't have to.

I'm okay.

Am I right in thinking

the Temples never actually lived here?

It was just a holiday place?

JOE: Until Warwick moved in permanently.

After the divorce.

When was that?

Years ago.

Miranda was still at school.

Where's Warwick now?

Oh, he died.

When?

About six months ago, give or take.

SIMS: And the bach went to Miranda?

Only child.

So, does she ever use the place?

Weekends, maybe?

We thought she was going to stay last night.

That's why I turned up this morning to clean.

Emmy's got a little sideline going.

Miranda sometimes lets her friends stay over.

She needed someone to clean and change the linen, so I...

JOE: Keeps her in pocket money,

means I'm not always forking out.

Why did you think that Miranda would stay last night

if she's never stayed before?

She was here for the bonfire.

- JOE: Guy Fawkes. - Ah. Of course.

And what about Lynley?

Was she at the bonfire, too?

Lynley wasn't much of a people person.

She was there for about 10 seconds.

Found in Lynley's pocket.

However she got in, she didn't let herself in with these.

CHALMERS: I'll try them next door.

Mm.

Beware of the dog.

He looks hungry.

The bach by the boat ramp...

Anyone there this week?

WYATT: The Farriers.

Kirk and Stephanie.

A couple of ponces from the city.

Thanks. We'll talk to them.

You better be quick.

He might still be there.

She's not.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Mike.

When you're done with Joe and Emmy,

head down to the house by the boat ramp.

You're looking for a Kirk Farrier.

See if he knows anything.

Yeah, well... way ahead of you.

Gotta go.

[ Knocking ]

Can I help you?

Uh, it's Kirk, isn't it?

Yeah.

Detective Kristin Sims. Broken wood CIB.

Would you mind if I came inside?

Um...

Sure, sure.

Thanks.

Hey.

You alright, mate?

Easy there.

Easy...

Tiger.

So, Lynley, what are you doing here?

I'm assuming you didn't just pop over to borrow a cup of sugar.

It would be useful if those prints weren't yours.

Too much to hope for?

Senior. The owner is here.

Thanks.

[ Sighs ]

SHEPHERD: Ms. Temple.

What the hell's going on?

One of your neighbors, a Lynley Foster,

was found dead this morning, in your laundry.

Oh, my God.

SHEPHERD: Based on the nature of her injuries,

we're launching a homicide inquiry.

There's no sign of a break-in, but we'll need you

to take a look once forensics are clear,

see if anything's missing.

Are you okay with that?

When was the last time you saw her?

Last time I was here. Two weeks ago.

Oh, so you don't live here?

No, no, it's just a holiday place.

It was Steph's idea to buy. I'd have been happy renting.

Steph?

KIRK: My wife.

- Is she here? - KIRK: She was.

She's on her way back to the city now.

Okay. Well, I'll need to speak to her, too.

I'll give her a call.

Soon as I can find my phone.

Sorry, not really firing on all cylinders this morning.

Big night?

It was, kinda, yeah.

SIMS: The bonfire. Were you there?

Most of the night.

And Lynley?

KIRK: Didn't see her.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Hey, babe. Miss you already.

- Piss off, Kirk. - KIRK: Don't hang up.

You need to get back here. Now.

STEPHANIE: What for?

Police want to talk to you.

What are you talking about?

KIRK: Just get back here. Now.

I'm not kidding.

Excuse me.

Gina.

Thanks for getting here so quickly.

Mike, I am always poised.

[ Clears throat ]

This house is for sale?

Yeah, looks like.

I wonder how much they want for it.

Find out for me?

Ah, Gina, it's...

You know you can ask questions I can't.

Hm.

Tell her to make me an offer.

It's not like anyone else is going to want it. Not now.

Sorry about that.

MIRANDA: Where were we?

Lynley Foster. How well did you know her?

The short answer is I didn't.

We met for the first time last night.

[ Alarm chirps ]

You must be Miranda.

- MIRANDA: Uh, that's right. - Lynley Foster.

- I live next door. - MIRANDA: Ah.

- I knew your father, of course. - You would've done.

Well, when I say I knew him...

I waved across the fence occasionally.

MIRANDA: I don't think anyone really knew Warwick.

He was too fond of his own company.

- The perfect neighbor. - [ Chuckles ]

And that was the first and only time you'd spoken to her?

Correct.

And to the best of your knowledge,

she'd never been in this house before?

She certainly didn't have a key,

if that's what you're getting at.

Does anyone have a key apart from you?

Emmy Schofield. She cleans for me.

And the real estate agent?

Yes.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

SHEPHERD: Fancy a walk?

The bonfire. Show me where it was.

Why?

It might be a place of interest.

Then we'll need to cut through the track.

SHEPHERD: If I had a place out here, I wouldn't want to leave.

MIRANDA: My father felt the same way.

But you don't?

I'm a city girl at heart.

Downtown Brokenwood's as rustic as I get these days.

You were here last night.

True.

But you didn't stay over.

At your own bach?

Sometimes you just want your own bed.

You drove home?

Mm-hmm.

Had you been drinking at all?

Okay, you're right... I shouldn't have been driving.

I came to that conclusion myself and I pulled over

to rest on the side of the road.

Did anyone see you there?

I really can't say. I dozed off for a while.

Through here.

Morena.

Morning.

How are you?

I'm okay. Considering.

How's Emmy? She must be a mess.

Ah, yeah. She's resting.

Just thought I'd better come down,

check on the fire, make sure it's out.

Can't beat a good bonfire.

Absolutely. It was a good night.

It was.

Did Lynley enjoy herself?

[ Scoffs ] Lynley didn't stay.

Thanks to Wyatt Brenner and his sick idea of a joke.

JOE: Hey, ladies!

- Hello. - JOE: Would you like a drink?

- Oh, no, thanks. - Sure.

Hey, just in time.

[ Ominous music plays ]

Right, let's get this party started.

Why would Mr. Brenner do a thing like that?

He and Lynley, they got off on the wrong foot,

the day she moved in.

Up-tempo music plays over speakers...

♪ You got me to ya ♪

♪ You got me to ya ♪

♪ You got me to yourself ♪

♪ I see straight through ya ♪

♪ I see straight through ya ♪

♪ I see straight through ya ♪

♪ You got me to yourself ♪

What do you want?

Could you turn the music down, please?

♪ I see straight through ya ♪

♪ You got me to yourself ♪

Volume decreases...

I'm Lynley.

I moved here for the peace and quiet.

Well, ah...

...that was a bloody stupid thing to do, wasn't it?

[ Door slams ]

JOE: A couple weeks later, seven o'clock, Sunday morning...

[ Motor whirring ]

And Lynley, she wasn't the sort to back down.

Things seemed to have calmed down a bit lately.

[ Chuckles ] So muggins here thought,

time to get back a bit of community spirit,

get everyone together around a bonfire...

What could go wrong?

Hm.

[ Clears throat ]

You know you can't take him home.

Aw, well, you can't leave him here.

I don't know. Night watchman?

Hey, what d'ya reckon, Tiger?

Eh? You'd be a natural.

Okay. Here's what we know.

The victim, Lynley Foster,

moved to Pateke Point about a year ago,

after the death of her mother, who she'd been nursing.

No known relatives or close friends.

Her body was found here.

But we're yet to establish a firm relationship

with the owner, Miranda Temple, or Miranda's late father.

Other than the fact that Lynley lived in the place next door.

Which was undisturbed.

She had no cellphone, no computer.

So far, there's no indication she left a will.

Or had anyone to leave anything to.

CHALMERS: So, at the risk of preempting Gina...

Oh, which one should never do.

...we're looking at death by blunt force trauma, right?

But there's no sign of a break-in at the Temple bach

and no obvious weapon.

Miranda viewed the scene

and claimed there was nothing out of place.

Fingerprints on the light switches?

Er, Lynley's.

Looking at the blood patterns in the lounge,

I'd say the initial attack happened there.

Maybe in the dark?

Then Lynley managed to turn on the lights

and made it to the laundry, where she was struck again.

Fatally this time. But by who?

Well, logically, the only person who had any right to be there.

Miranda.

She claims she was parked up on Pateke Point Road,

halfway back to Broken wood.

Witnesses?

Mm. As yet, none.

Two other people had keys to the bach.

Yeah, Emmy Schofield,

who turned up this morning to clean

because she thought Miranda had stayed the night.

Then there's Debs Docherty.

Did you know Lynley at all?

Not to speak to, no.

Our paths never really crossed.

And...

where were you last night?

DEBS: Here.

- CHALMERS: All night? - Mm-hmm.

CHALMERS: Alone?

- AIDAN: What's going on? - Yes, alone.

And there's no point asking this one to vouch for me...

I heard him stumble in after I went to bed.

Debs' son... Aidan.

Seventeen.

Debs had shared custody with her ex.

Aidan is with her every second weekend.

What time did you get home last night, Aidan?

I dunno. 1:00.

Something like that.

He was out boozing with his mates.

CHALMERS: And you didn't see your mum when you got in?

Nope.

Light was on in her room, though.

Fell asleep reading.

Car was in the drive, if that means anything.

Okay.

Can I take a look at your key to the Temple family bach?

Procedural thing. Just to confirm you have it.

It's at the office.

I can drop it in to the station this afternoon.

We'll come to you.

When's good?

Anytime after midday.

But if I don't get a move on,

I'm going to miss my first open home.

Someone else in a hurry... Stephanie Farrier.

Left early and wasn't thrilled about being asked back.

It's not even my weekend to be here.

Um, Steph and I work together all week.

We have a little publishing business.

STEPHANIE: Poetry, photography, the occasional memoir.

It's all very niche.

STEPHANIE: We're in each other's faces five days a week.

So, a while ago we decided

to start taking separate weekends here.

Kirk's idea.

It's been good for both of us.

But this weekend was different?

We've never really socialized with the neighbors here before.

Personally, I've never felt the need. [ Chuckles ]

Bonfire on the beach. Thought it would be fun.

And was it?

For half an hour, maybe.

- You barely lasted 20 minutes. - I was cold.

KIRK: You could've come back here and got another layer.

- I didn't want to. - Yeah, you made that obvious.

It was embarrassing.

What did you do for the rest of the night?

I worked on a manuscript I'm editing.

When I was bored of that, I read a book.

Did you see or hear anything unusual?

Any sounds outside? Unexpected traffic?

Raised voices?

Sorry.

And what time did Kirk get home?

- STEPHANIE: Late. - I told you, it was just a...

No. I'm asking Stephanie.

Um, 2:00? 2:30, maybe.

And this morning,

you decided to head back to the city?

Why?

I wanted a day to myself.

Away from...

[ Clears throat ] I wanted a day at home.

Meanwhile, there's no love lost

between Wyatt Brenner and the victim.

WYATT: Far be it from me to speak ill of the dead,

but Lynley Foster was an interfering cow.

So much for community spirit.

Isn't that what last night was meant to be about?

Don't talk to me about community spirit.

Who do you think it was that dragged a ton of driftwood

up the beach to build that bloody bonfire?

Not Lynley, that's for sure.

But why pull the prank with the Guy?

However you felt about Lynley,

why ruin Joe and everyone else's night?

I didn't ruin anything.

We were better off without her.

I'm not sure Joe sees it that way.

Look, it was never going to be any fun with her there.

She made sure of that herself, right from the get-go.

So, I was thinking...

what about here?

Who's in?

WYATT: There was a meeting at the beach, a few weeks back.

Put your hand up.

Why not?

On one strict condition.

No loud fireworks.

Guy Fawkes without fireworks?

[ Scoffs ] What's the bloody point?

She got her way, though, didn't she?

Whoop-de-bloody-do.

I'm with Wyatt.

I mean, what's Guy Fawkes without a few bangers?

- [ Dog barks ] - Well, I'm with Tiger.

Lynley was obviously thinking

about his poor little ears, wasn't she?

Right now, I'd be a bit more worried

about his poor wee bladder.

I'll take him outside for a pee.

No, I can do it.

I was going to take him for a walk,

see Debs about that spare key.

Yeah, well, I can do that, too. Come on.

It's alright, buddy. Scary lady won't hurt you.

So far, the only person in the immediate vicinity

with anything resembling a motive is Wyatt.

CHALMERS: Not much of one.

SHEPHERD: Mm.

And, of course, there's a whole nother possibility

that we haven't even considered.

What if Lynley wasn't the intended victim?

What if it was Miranda Temple?

Good boy. Stay.

- Oh! - Sorry.

SIMS: No, that's my fault.

I was watching this one, not where I was going.

I just dropped in to update Debs

in case she had any viewings scheduled at the bach.

Of course. I actually need to talk to her too, so...

Oh, she's not there.

Open home on the other side of town.

Oh. Well, I'll pop back later.

A good excuse to take this one for another walk,

isn't it, buddy?

I never really thought of myself as a dog person,

but here we are.

I'm more of a cat person myself.

Come on, Tiger. Come on.

- Good boy. - Oh, actually...

My next stop was going to be the station

to see Detective Shepherd.

I need to clarify something I told him earlier.

Ah, right.

Well, will I do?

It's semantics, really,

but court cases are won and lost on semantics.

I told Mike that Lynley and I

had never spoken before last night.

I realize now that wasn't quite true.

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Miranda Temple.

It's Lynley Foster speaking.

Look, we don't know each other, but I believe you own

the house next door to mine at Pateke Point.

MIRANDA: Oh, right.

Which makes you responsible for this dreadful racket.

I don't know what you mean. There's nobody there.

LYNLEY: Well, listen.

[ Hip-hop music playing indistinctly ]

Did you hear that?

MIRANDA: It doesn't make any sense.

Can you see any lights on?

She had to admit she couldn't.

Then the music stopped and she hung up.

I just thought she was a madwoman.

SIMS: Saturday night, three weeks ago.

Miranda swears the bach was empty.

Maybe it was Wyatt blasting his stereo.

Wyatt Brenner and gangsta rap?

- Yeah, I'm not seeing it. - No?

Well, I just found something that might change your mind.

Two weeks ago, Lynley Foster turned up at the front desk

to lodge a complaint.

She accused Wyatt Brenner of threatening her

with an offensive weapon.

The man's a menace.

He should be locked up.

[ Motor whirring ]

[ Motor shuts off ]

Right!

[ Motor whirring ]

- Tiger! Tiger! - [ Dog barking ]

Come on, come on!

Come on! In!

In you go!

[ Dog barking ]

Can a leaf blower really be classed as an offensive weapon?

Probably should be.

But as you know, it always comes down to intent.

You mean if Wyatt actually meant to blow her away?

[ Chuckles ] Oh, wow. Yeah.

Have you thought about open mic night at the Snake and Tiger?

- I only do stadiums. - Oh.

How did we follow up?

CHALMERS: Wyatt was given a warning.

He pretty much laughed it off.

What do we reckon?

Was Lynley genuinely intimidated or just stirring?

Maybe you can find some answers in here.

It was in Lynley's papers.

It's some kind of illustrated journal.

Sketches aren't bad.

You can tell me what the writing's like.

You want me to read all of it?

Mm, start at the end and work backwards.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

SIMS: Better make a start.

Gina.

KADINSKY: Approximate time of death... between 1 and 4 a.m.

Cause of death... blunt force trauma to the back of the head

from several blows with an unknown object.

Any defense wounds?

No. Nothing to indicate a scuffle.

So Lynley either didn't know her attacker was present

or she turned her back to get away from them.

The blood patterns at the scene would suggest

she was hit first in the living room

then made it to the laundry, where she was struck again.

Fatally.

- Thanks. - Your turn.

Sorry?

The lawyer.

How much does she want?

I've got a feeling she'll take an offer for it.

That's very kind of you, Mike.

What is?

To share your feelings with me.

[ Knocking ]

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

It's fine. I'm just a little on edge.

SHEPHERD: Understandable.

Trying to keep busy?

Uh...?

Um, you didn't take the day off.

MIRANDA: Well, if you want the truth...

Always.

I feel safer here.

So, tell me... Which am I?

Suspect or intended victim?

I wish I could say neither.

Can we talk?

Does it have to be here?

I've been promising myself a coffee.

- Wherever suits. - Give me a second.

I just need to...

Right.

[ Keys jingle ]

Uh, your bag?

[ Sighs ] Get it together, Miranda.

Thank you.

I need the contact details for anyone you rented the bach to,

or let stay there.

One of them could have copied the key.

They wouldn't have. They're all people I know.

Friends from law school.

All the same...

Of course. I'll email you.

And thanks for letting my colleague know

about the phone call from Lynley.

Oh, I'd almost forgotten about it.

We know Lynley was a stickler for peace and quiet.

I'm wondering if someone could have found their way

into your place with the express purpose

of playing loud music to annoy her.

We're back to square one. How did they get in?

There are locks on all the windows.

Is it possible that your father could've given a key

to one of his neighbors?

Wyatt Brenner, perhaps?

From what I know of Wyatt,

I can't imagine my father warming to him.

If he'd given a key to anyone,

it would have been Joe Schofield.

It was Joe who looked after my father in his last days.

By mutual agreement. Warwick didn't want me there

any more than I wanted to help him.

The two of you didn't get on?

When I was a kid, I thought the sun shone out of him.

When I was a teenager,

I started to see him through my mother's eyes.

Then the divorce happened.

If I'd been older, I might have managed not to take sides but...

Not the ideal husband?

Constant put-downs, verbal abuse.

At least two affairs... That we knew about.

After they separated, he retreated to Pateke Point

to live out his days as a bitter, lonely old man.

CHALMERS: Mm.

None of which is in Warwick's obituary.

I found it online.

"Respected Emeritus Professor of Ethics, Dr. Warwick Temple."

I suppose Miranda had to get

her steel-trap legal mind from somewhere.

Not that she seems to credit him for it.

There's virtually nothing about Lynley online,

and we're still coming up blank on next of kin,

but I did find this on the Broken wood Courier.

Mm.

"Pateke Point resident Lynley Foster

has announced the creation of the Broken wood

Quiet Community Society."

CHALMERS: "Ms. Foster says the new society

is part of a global movement

dedicated to improving health and well-being

by reducing noise pollution, and encourages citizens

to reconnect with the serenity of nature...

Mm-hmm. And check out the photo.

CHALMERS: "Ms. Foster is pictured with

another founding member of the society,

part-time Pateke Point resident Kirk Farrier."

I feel another outing to the beach coming on.

So, how did you get involved?

I rocked up here one Friday afternoon

and found Lynley putting a flyer in my mailbox.

Research tells us that leaf blower noise at 50 feet

ranges from 64 to 78 decibels.

Meeting tomorrow night. My place, seven o'clock.

Nibbles provided.

KIRK: Lynley was staunch.

Not prepared to put up with any of Wyatt's nonsense.

And what happened at the meetings?

We just sat around and talked.

Very quietly, presumably.

Lynley wanted a ban on noisy power tools

and a curfew on loud music... You know, that sort of thing.

But it never really took off.

Is any of this actually relevant?

Oh, you never know.

Did you do all of these?

It's what I do in my spare time.

Driftwood off the beach, bits and pieces.

Ah.

I call it "The Legend of Maui's Brothers."

CHALMERS: Ahh...

Yeah, no, I get it.

It's Te Ika-a-Maui, where Maui snuck onto his brothers' waka

and fished up the North Island of New Zealand.

Of course it's an abstract interpretation.

Tea's ready.

Thanks, bub.

Come on up.

Miranda Temple told us that you looked after her father

in his dying days.

Yeah, I did what I could for him, yeah.

Why didn't his daughter look after him?

JOE: [ Chuckles ] Warwick wasn't an easy patient.

Miranda wanted to move him to a hospice,

but Warwick wouldn't have it.

He wanted to die here, at home.

In the time that you looked after him,

did Warwick ever give you a key to the bach?

I didn't need a key, 'cause Warwick never locked his door.

Got excited there for a second.

Thought I found Johnny Cash.

There's some Johnny Rotten in there somewhere.

Mm.

The neighbors must love you

when you crank up the volume on some of this stuff.

Only one of them ever complained.

And she's not going be troubling me again.

Oh, sorry.

Too soon?

A woman is dead, Mr. Brenner.

A woman you didn't like, to put it mildly.

She didn't like me,

for exercising my right to keep my property tidy.

I'm not going to be brow-beaten by some hippie-dip pie

Jenny-come-lately.

When you came home from the bonfire, what did you do?

Went straight to bed. Or tried to.

You couldn't sleep?

What are you actually investigating?

A homicide or a noise control complaint?

'Cause either way, you've got the wrong house.

You should be across the road.

Well, thanks for your time.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Hey, Mike. What's up?

Sure.

[ Knocking ]

Sorry, ah, just one more question.

What were you two arguing about last night?

Your raised voices were heard at approximately 3 a.m.

Loud enough to wake the dead.

Wyatt insists he was at home in bed around 1:00.

He's adamant he woke a couple of hours later

to the sound of the Farriers arguing.

And Joe said the bonfire was done by 1 a.m.

And Emmy and Miranda both claim

to have left the beach around then.

And we only have Steph's word that she went home

and stayed there.

Did Kirk say what time he left?

Well, as it happens, that was what the argument was about.

I must've left the bonfire just after 1:00.

Joe and Miranda looked like they were settling in.

You didn't come straight home, though, did you?

Well, I didn't think there was much to come home to.

I went for a walk on the beach. A lot to think about.

Work stuff.

By the time I did get home, Steph was in a foul mood.

It was late. I didn't know where he was.

Well, you didn't just assume he was still at the bonfire?

Never assume. That's my motto.

I went back to the beach to check.

He wasn't there.

Who was?

STEPHANIE: Joe and Miranda.

Emmy must have been home by then.

Unless she was somewhere else. "Never assume."

Or is it just your husband you're so bloody suspicious of?

I wasn't suspicious... I was worried.

About what, exactly?

Didn't we have this fight last night?

Do you really want to do it again with an audience?

Did Steph say what time she went looking for him?

She guessed around two o'clock.

Ah, so when Joe and Miranda said the bonfire was done by 1 a.m.,

they were bending the truth.

They were seen together by Steph an hour later.

I'm surprised Miranda was there at all.

She's made it obvious

that Pateke Point's not really her scene.

Yeah, Joe was surprised by that, too.

I sent an invite, got an email back

saying she'd try to make it.

But you know what that means, eh?

And then when I was in town yesterday,

I bumped into her.

MIRANDA: Joe!

Hi.

It's nice to see you.

- Don't let me interrupt. - Oh, no, it's fine.

Debs was just updating me on viewings at the bach.

Sit down.

It's funny, you turning up now.

Debs was asking me what Warwick was like,

and I just told her the treasure map story.

- [ Joe chuckles ] - MIRANDA: Yeah.

But you probably knew Warwick better than anyone.

Oh, I wouldn't go that far.

It's true.

I don't think I've ever thanked you properly

for everything you did for him.

- JOE: There's no need. - No, there is.

Well, if you want to thank me, come to the bonfire.

So, yeah. She showed up.

Ah, sorry, hold on. What's "the treasure map story"?

Don't know, didn't ask.

Are you kidding?

What's a treasure map if it's not a clue?

She serious?

[ Cellphone ringing ]

[ Clears throat ]

Gina.

- [ Dog whimpering ] - Aw, what's the matter?

Miss your mum?

SHEPHERD: Ah, thanks. I'll see you soon.

Gina says she has something.

Uh, can I help you?

Um, Kirk Farrier. I'm here to see Detective Sims.

Hi, Kirk.

- Come on through. - KIRK: Thanks.

Hey, bud, come here!

[ Laughs ]

Oh. Someone's happy to see you.

Yeah, we're old friends, aren't we, mate?

Uh, that's what I need to talk to you about.

You probably need to know all this...

My wife really, really doesn't.

Okay.

She has a very suspicious mind.

There's no point fueling that fire.

Well, I'm not planning on reporting back.

If she found out I'd been walking another woman's dog...

I really hope that's not a euphemism.

Every morning I'm at the Point, I go for a run on the beach.

I used to see Lynley there walking Tiger.

She'd always had a thermos of tea with her

and sometimes she'd sit on the beach sketching.

Um, one day we got chatting, and then the next day

she asked me to sit down and have a cuppa with her.

It became a regular thing.

But then last winter, Lynley got sick.

Now, nothing serious, but she was struggling to walk Tiger,

so I offered to do it for her when I could.

And these little chats on the beach...

What did you and Lynley talk about?

The usual stuff at first.

The dog. The weather.

But Lynley wasn't really big on small talk.

[ Dog barking ]

Do you ever get lonely?

What?

I think you're lonely in your marriage.

Am I right?

I'm...

thinking of leaving Steph.

Did Steph know that?

She still doesn't.

SIMS: And I take it she doesn't know about

your heart-to-hearts with Lynley either?

Not unless she's been spying on me.

Which I wouldn't put past her.

That's pretty big stuff you told Lynley.

Did she confide anything to you in return?

I don't think so.

SIMS: She didn't mention any disagreements

or falling out with anyone?

KIRK: No.

Oh, but...

What?

KIRK: It could be nothing.

There were these kids on the beach one day.

[ Hip-hop music playing over speaker ]

Excuse me.

Do you own this beach?

Nah, do you?

Turn the music down, please.

And what if we don't?

It was the only time I ever saw Lynley remotely intimidated.

Did you recognize any of the kids?

Yeah... Yeah, two of them.

Why don't you just piss off and leave us alone?

Leave it.

She isn't worth it.

[ Music stops ]

Happy now?

Like Kirk said...

might be nothing.

Or it might be something.

Dad's not home.

That's okay, it's you I wanted to talk to.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

Hi, I'm Detective Kristin Sims, Broken wood CIB.

Hi.

SIMS: Thanks.

Your colleague was expecting me to get back to you.

Apologies. I-I've had a busy day.

Actually, I was hoping to speak to your son Aidan.

Oh. Uh... He's gone to a movie.

Okay, well, could you get him to contact me when he gets back?

Is there something I should know?

No, we just need his help

to verify another witness's statement.

Ah, about that key...

do you happen to have it with you?

As I said, busy day.

Right, well, perhaps we can pop down to your office.

Won't take long, maybe five minutes...

Hello.

Sorry.

I didn't realize I was interrupting.

No, it's good you're here.

I was just about to confess all to Miranda, so...

...you may as well hear it, too.

Do you know an Aidan Docherty?

He's in my class at school.

Are you mates?

EMMY: Sort of.

He used to be my boyfriend.

Oh?

What happened?

I dumped him.

About three weeks ago,

you, Aidan, and a bunch of mates were hanging out at the beach.

There was an altercation with Lynley Foster.

She was being totally unreasonable.

All she had to do was move down the beach.

Mm.

Selfish, right?

EMMY: Aidan was being a dick about it, too, though.

He got really annoyed when someone turned the music down.

He wouldn't shut up.

"It's our beach as much as hers," and all that.

Do you think he might have done something later,

to get back at Lynley?

What, like kill her?

Well, that's pretty extreme, but hey...

you know Aidan, I don't.

He wouldn't.

I know he wouldn't.

As far as open homes go, it was pretty standard.

The usual tire-kickers. Some genuine interest, too.

That couple from down south, they were back for another look.

Anyway, uh...

then I went back to the office to drop off the key,

and that's when I realized I didn't have it.

What? You lost the key to the bach?

I've... I've been in a flap about it ever since.

- That is so unprofessional. - DEBS: I know, I feel terrible.

- So you should! - Did you use the key to lock up?

No, I just had to pull the door closed behind me.

So it could have been lifted during the open home.

DEBS: It's more likely that I dropped it somewhere outside.

No, 'cause we would have found it this morning.

Unless someone else found it first, of course.

Thanks for your time, Emmy.

Sorry I was so useless.

Oh, we'll see what Aidan has to say.

One of my colleagues is about to talk to him.

Wait.

After we saw Lynley on the beach,

that night I had to clean Miranda's place.

I'd been putting it off, but it had to be done

'cause she had people coming to stay the next day.

Aidan came with me.

It was pretty late, like 11 o'clock or something.

I was busy cleaning the bathroom.

Aidan was in the lounge.

[ Switch clicks, hip-hop music plays ]

- What are you doing? - I'm just having a bit of fun.

Turn it off!

- AIDAN: No. - [ Volume increases ]

- Please! I need this job. - Okay, okay.

[ Music fades ]

[ Sighs ]

Then I dumped him.

It's not like there aren't other real estate agents.

I would have been better off with any one of them.

I hear you.

Anyway, this is me.

Hey, ah, this might seem a bit left-field, but...

what sort of man was your father?

He was a miserable old sod. Why?

I didn't get much of a sense of him

- from the bach, that's all. - You wouldn't have.

There's nothing of my father left in the place.

Oh. Well, I thought that...

You thought the great Warwick Temple

had an eye for nautical decor?

No, that's all Debs. What do they call it?

"Staging."

It's one thing she got right.

Mm. If you like that sort of thing.

Ah, so you're another one who found it kitsch?

Emmy had the same reaction.

Oh, my gosh! What have you done?!

Do you love it?

I liked it the way it was.

Well, I love it.

Ah, but I've got to dash. I've got a meeting in town.

Mm-hmm.

Nice girl, Emmy.

Hard worker, too... practically begged me for that cleaning job.

But what would she know about selling houses?

Her and me both.

Ah! That's the one.

You see what I see?

Uh...

Here.

Tiny fragments of red paint

retrieved from Lynley's head wound.

Huh.

Can I help you?

I'm waiting to see your boss.

CHALMERS: Ah, he looks busy. Maybe I can help.

- What are you doing? - What you should have done

the moment the cops knocked on the door.

- This is for you. - What is it?

KIRK: It's Lynley's journal.

STEPHANIE: Illustrated, no less.

She thought we might want to publish it.

She was dreaming.

I made the mistake of admiring her sketches.

They're actually pretty good, but she wasn't a writer.

STEPHANIE: I'm sorry you didn't get it sooner.

You didn't get it sooner because I know it's a copy.

I'm assuming you've found the original by now.

Yeah. Thanks anyway.

You're unbelievable, you know that?

And what did you think you were going achieve?

Are you deliberately trying to make me look bad?

Yeah, that's right. Walk away.

STEPHANIE: Yeah, whatever, Kirk.

True love.

Yeah, made for each other.

SIMS: Maybe I can save us all some time here.

All the questions I've asked you so far,

Emmy Schofield has already answered.

So, was she telling the truth or what?

Yes!

I saw Lynley at the beach and I hassled her.

I hassled her a little bit.

- So what? - Aidan, really?

And yes, you were in Miranda Temple's bach that night,

hassling Lynley again?

I didn't break in. Emmy was there cleaning.

And what about last night?

- Where were you then? - I went out.

I went out with my mates, I got wasted,

I came home, I went to bed. That's it.

I've already explained this to your colleague.

Okay. These mates.

Names and phone numbers, please.

Did you hear about your mum losing the key to the bach?

Yes, she told me.

You think I took it?

- SIMS: Did you? - No!

Detective, this feels very unnecessary.

That's all for now.

SIMS: Hey, thanks for coming in.

Well, he swears he didn't take the key

and that he hasn't had anything to do with Lynley

since that night three weeks ago.

Really?

You bash someone to death with an oar

and then put it back where you found it?

It was hung backwards.

Something you might do if you were panicked.

We'll see.

Tiger. Come here.

Wha... What are you doing?

Tiger's coming with me. Stop you two fighting over him.

Uh, Mike, you and animals...

Are we sure that's a good idea?

Oh, I'm sure he'll survive one night.

I'm going to take him to the shelter first thing.

- CHALMERS: Aww! - Aw, no, you don't have to...

Come on, get out of here, you two.

Come on, Tiger, come on.

- Yeah, that's it. - Okay.

Soon. Promise.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

One of these things is not like the other.

♪ It's a big job just getting by ♪

♪ With nine kids and a wife ♪

- ♪ But I've been a working man ♪ - Morning.

♪ Dang near all my life ♪

♪ Better keep on working... ♪

- Did you drop Tiger off? - SHEPHERD: Yes.

If we don't find any next of kin he'll be up for adoption.

Keen?

SIMS: No, I just ran into Kirk Farrier at the café

and he was asking.

What's this?

Oh, so I found something in Lynley's journal last night.

About eight months ago,

Lynley made a journal entry about Warwick Temple

asking her over to his place to witness a legal document...

A new will.

But in the copy that she gave to the Farriers,

that whole entry has been blacked out.

Now, I asked Kirk about it. He swears he didn't do it.

Anyway, why would he?

Why would Lynley? That is the question.

Here we go.

I think you'll find it's perfectly in order.

Signed, witnessed, and lodged with Warwick's lawyers.

10 years ago.

Naming you as executor and sole beneficiary.

MIRANDA: Maybe guilt got the better of him.

Or maybe he knew enough about the law to understand

"moral duty."

Do you have any reason to think there may have been

a later will?

If there was, I would have found it.

Dad left a lot of papers.

I went through every one of them.

I called Warwick's lawyer.

They insist that the only will lodged with them

was the one that Miranda inherited from.

SIMS: But a will doesn't have to be lodged with a lawyer

to be valid.

Yeah, but it does have to be witnessed, by two witnesses.

Okay so, Lynley and someone else.

Another neighbor?

SHEPHERD: Then there's the question

of who stood to benefit.

Let me guess.

The person who looked after Warwick on his death bed?

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Are you not at school today, Emmy?

Dad said I should stay home, but it's too boring.

I'll catch the bus.

Um, is your dad at home?

He's on the beach looking for driftwood.

Thanks, Emmy.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Rock music playing ]

[ Music fades ]

Witness what?

SHEPHERD: A new will.

Why would he need me for that?

I got the impression he didn't have a lot of friends.

Old bugger never came near me.

New will doesn't surprise me, though.

SHEPHERD: Why's that?

I was walking past his place one morning

and I saw him take a tumble into the garden.

I would've helped him up, but Joe beat me to it.

The old fella was pretty shook up.

He kept saying how grateful he was for having Joe around,

and how he'd be rewarded once he was gone.

"And that useless daughter of mine won't get a cent."

His words.

That's not what happened, is it? I mean, Miranda got everything.

WYATT: Eh, Warwick was full of hot air.

Proves one thing, though.

SHEPHERD: That being...?

I'm not in the habit of knocking off my neighbors.

- Does it? - WYATT: Yeah.

Otherwise I would have given old Warwick a bop, wouldn't I?

Got him to sign over his will, and then... whack!

Least I would have got something out of it.

With Lynley, I would've have been lucky

to get a tie-dye scarf and a vegan sausage.

[ Chuckles ]

Did Warwick Temple ever ask either of you

to witness a legal document?

This would have been about eight months ago.

March 16th, to be precise.

Ah, he couldn't have done.

We didn't take possession till May.

In March, this place was empty.

Okay, well, that's that, then.

Thanks.

JOE: Some days are better than others.

But most days, it's just plastic junk.

No messages in bottles? No treasure maps?

[ Chuckles ] Eh?

Oh, you mentioned one yesterday.

Something Miranda Temple said at the café.

[ Laughs ] Oh, yeah, right.

CHALMERS: What's that all about?

JOE: Well, we were just kids.

Miranda found an old bottle with a bit of paper in it.

And she gets it out, what do you know...

An actual treasure map.

"X marks the spot" and all that?

- Oh, every kid's dream. - [ Both chuckle ]

So Miranda runs home to show her Dad, all excited,

and she begs him to go looking for that treasure.

And Warwick says, "Yeah, one day."

That's not good enough for wee Mirrie.

She goes on and on about it for days.

And finally Warwick sits her down and tells her, all serious,

that he drew the map himself

and put it on the beach for her to find.

That poor kid, she was devastated.

What was he trying to prove?

Well, the way Miranda tells it,

he was trying to teach her something.

When it's okay to lie and when it's not.

His point being, the pleasure Miranda got from the lie

outweighed any benefit of her knowing the truth.

Philosophy lesson for a kid of six?

Yeah, well, that's Warwick.

Did Warwick ever promise you anything in his will?

No.

And I didn't ask for anything either.

Did he ever talk to you about changing his will?

Writing a new one?

Not to me.

- Good haul. - Yeah.

Hey, um, thanks for your help. Just dump it...

Actually, by the fence would be good.

[ Ominous music plays ]

Excuse me, Detective.

Kirk was wrong.

We were here on March 16th.

I checked my diary and that's the day the real estate agent

showed us through the bach.

Do you remember who the real estate agent was?

Debs Docherty.

You don't forget a name like that.

No.

Oh, and for what it's worth,

I saw her talking to Warwick Temple.

He stopped her on the street and she went inside with him.

I'll leave that with you.

Thanks.

Now that you mention it, I did meet Warwick that day.

I was quite pleased with myself.

The Farriers had just made a silly offer,

and I was looking forward to getting the paperwork sorted.

Warwick must have seen the logo on the car.

And what, he stopped you and asked for a quick valuation?

DEBS: Yeah. Happens all the time.

People see a "for sale" sign in the neighborhood

and they start to wonder what sort of fortune

they're sitting on.

I went inside, looked around, gave him a ballpark figure,

which didn't seem to excite him,

and then I left.

He didn't ask you for anything else?

What are you suggesting?

Nothing. Thanks for your time.

Oh, I don't suppose that key's turned up, has it?

No. Sorry.

And I've got another open home to get to.

If Warwick was thinking about a new will, it would make sense

he'd also be thinking about property values.

True.

So we're looking for a second witness to a document

that we're not even sure exists...

and we've got no idea why it's even relevant.

Lynley could have been looking for the will

when she was killed.

Why? Only someone named in the second will

would have an interest in finding it.

Or someone who'd benefited from the old will

that stood to lose from the new one.

So, the two most likely to go looking for it are...

Joe and Miranda.

Is this the part where I ask for a lawyer?

I'm sure you're more than capable of saying "no comment"

all by yourself.

Tell me more about the bonfire.

Obviously, it didn't get off to a great start.

[ Chuckles ] Uh, no.

Right.

Let's get this party started.

Things were pretty tense after that.

I was thinking of making an excuse and leaving,

but then the Farriers showed up.

[ Laughter ]

Oh! The more the merrier!

MIRANDA: If only they'd brought some party spirit with them.

But I was worried Miranda wasn't enjoying herself.

Why Miranda in particular?

She was... more a guest than the others.

I suppose I felt kind of responsible for her.

Cheers!

Cheers!

Cheers.

There wasn't a lot in the way of conversation.

"Hi." "How are you?"

"Haven't we been lucky with the weather?"

After that, it fizzled out.

Good thing I brought my guitar.

♪ Whoa, whoa, dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ To my ten guitars... ♪

♪ And very soon you know just where you are ♪

You say the party wrapped up around one o'clock?

Yeah, I'd exhausted my repertoire by then.

Steph took off early, then Wyatt called it quits

when I pulled out a bottle of whiskey.

Pass.

I know my limit.

He reckons he's sworn off the hard stuff these days.

Mind you, he was knocking the beers back.

So was Kirk.

Think you might have had enough there, mate?

Yeah, yeah, I think you might be right.

Alright, I'll say goodnight.

Hey, uh, home's that way.

I'm going to...

clear my head.

And then it was just you and Miranda?

Not quite.

Psst.

I used to play this for her when she was a baby.

♪ E tangi ana koe ♪

♪ Hine, e hine ♪

I'd forgotten what a sweetheart Joe is.

Were you the two of you ever more than just friends?

Briefly. A long time ago.

- Teenage romance? - MIRANDA: Teenage fling.

I never should have let it happen.

Ah.

Why not?

I knew how he felt about me.

And you didn't feel the same way?

No.

I ended up hurting him, of course.

Uh, last night...

do you think Joe perhaps was hoping to reignite an old flame?

I suppose if I'm being honest, I knew what he wanted.

But nothing was going to happen with Emmy there.

But she went home, didn't she?

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

She got a call from someone more interesting.

Her useless ex-boyfriend. Aidan Docherty.

Hey, bub.

Maybe go home and get some sleep, eh?

You should take your own advice.

You're making a dick of yourself.

[ Both chuckle ]

Why would Emmy say that?

I had a bit to drink.

She probably thought I was overdoing it.

Then it was just me and Joe. Time to call it a night.

I wasn't ready for the night to end.

Do you remember this one?

[ Strumming guitar ]

I should get going.

Oh, come on.

No, no, just... just stay.

I'm cold.

Eh, here you go.

Ah.

Okay.

How's that?

[ Both chuckle ]

We just sat there talking. It was lovely.

Then I stuffed up.

- [ Laughing ] I did not! - You did, you did!

No.

Joe...

I-I'm sorry, I'm...

No, no, I'm going to go.

[ Sighs ]

It wasn't a big deal.

I walked back to the bach, drove off,

then parked up, like I said.

I really don't know what more I can tell you.

I sat there for another hour or so,

staring into the flames, feeling sorry for myself.

Pathetic, eh?

What we know is Joe definitely had a thing for Miranda.

Which isn't reciprocated.

And Aidan called Emmy late last night.

She claimed she left the beach and went home to sleep.

But what if Aidan borrowed his mum's car

and drove it out to Pateke Point for a hook-up?

Where better than an empty bach

that Emmy just happened to have the key to?

As long as Miranda's car was gone by then

and they knew that she wasn't planning on sleeping there.

The timing still works.

Do we even know if Aidan has a driver's license?

There's CCTV footage from a service station

at the Pateke Point turnoff... It should tell us

if the Docherty car went that way.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Ah.

Mike Shepherd.

Aidan's only on his restricted.

One reason to lie about meeting Emmy, if he did.

Yep, and Emmy should just be getting home from school now.

The test results from the oar.

The paint doesn't match.

So, it was just hung backwards?

CHALMERS: Shame.

I was really hoping we wouldn't have to go there.

Where?

The sculpture at Joe's place.

"Maui's Brothers."

Yesterday, there was three brothers.

Today there was four,

which is how it's supposed to be.

They're all painted different colors.

But I'm sure there wasn't a fourth one yesterday.

Sometime in the last 24 hours,

Joe knocked up a replacement.

Because the night before,

someone used the original to kill Lynley

and then disposed of it.

Where?

Yeah, I have a theory about that, too.

Ah.

[ Indistinct arguing ]

JOE: I told you to stay out of it!

AIDAN: Look at her, Joe! She's a mess.

Go to the cops, tell them what you did.

If you don't, I will.

JOE: I didn't do anything!

EMMY: How do you know?!

You were too drunk to remember!

[ Knocking ]

Huh.

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Sims.

SIMS: Hey. I'm with Joe.

I think he's ready to change his statement.

Very timely.

If the paint matches the fragments found in Lynley's

head wound, it's very likely that this is our weapon.

Despite someone's best efforts to try and destroy it.

Wasn't me.

Well, it's your work, isn't it?

From your front yard.

Found on the bonfire that you were in charge of.

Is that why you were back at the beach yesterday morning?

Make sure it had burned? But Miranda and I interrupted you.

Look, are you going to shut up and let me tell you or what?

Yes, I-I talked to Emmy on the phone.

But no, I didn't... I didn't drive out there to see her.

What'd you talk about?

Stuff.

I didn't like the way things were between us.

I, uh...

I missed her, okay?

You wanted to get back together?

She wasn't into it.

And yet, here you are.

Emmy called me yesterday and she was just a total mess.

She didn't want to tell me what was wrong,

but I finally got it out of her.

She knows who killed that woman.

SHEPHERD: Come on, Joe.

You left the bonfire, then what happened?

I told you.

I don't remember.

I was on the beach and then I was at home.

See, that's the problem, Joe.

There's the little matter of what happened in between.

JOE: Well, I didn't kill Lynley Foster.

- Why the hell would I? - Okay.

You saw someone enter the Temple bach.

You assumed it was Miranda.

I-It was dark, you were drunk, you...

You thought you were confronting the woman

- who had just rejected you. - JOE: No, no, no. No way!

Okay, maybe you didn't mean to kill her.

Y'know, maybe you just wanted one last chance

to talk her round, okay?

But if she couldn't be talked around,

you knew you had a weapon on hand.

No, that's not what happened.

Okay, if that's not what happened,

why did you re-make the missing part of the sculpture?

Well, I did it because...

I did it...

...for Emmy.

I saw the pole was missing.

There's no way she would've done it.

My brain was foggy from the hangover,

and I thought maybe she was just covering

for her useless boyfriend.

I panicked.

I was just trying to make it right.

Did you throw this on the fire?

Geez, man! Look, if I had of known

it was there, don't you think I would've got rid of it by now?

Joe, we need to take this back to the station.

Oh, come on.

So that you can answer further questions

about your involvement in the murder of Lynley Foster.

Come with me, Joe.

What will happen to Dad now?

Well, that really depends on what he's telling my colleague.

He won't say it, so I will.

He's totally in love with Miranda Temple.

Has been forever.

Like since they were kids.

That's why he looked after Warwick.

For Miranda?

To get back into her good books.

And when Warwick changed his will,

Dad didn't want to know a thing.

Well, Joe told us that Warwick never mentioned a new will.

Maybe not. But someone else did.

- I'm not talking about it! - It's yours by right, Joe.

- It's what he wanted. - No!

I was there. I witnessed the document.

Well, then what did he do with it?

He could've changed his mind and chucked it for all you know.

Talk to his lawyer. Or do you want me to?

No, you stay out of it, you hear me?

That's Miranda's money, it's not mine.

Dad, don't be an idiot!

You stay out of it, too!

You heard nothing!

A will needs two witnesses.

So, did Lynley say who the other one was?

And this new will never turned up?

Joe didn't go looking for it?

That's why I got the cleaning job from Miranda.

Every time I cleaned, I spent half the time looking for it.

The place was a real tip.

Then that real estate agent had everything cleared out

and put in all that seasidey crap.

The night of the bonfire, after Aidan called you, what happened?

I could see Dad was about to make a massive fool of himself.

I didn't want to watch, so I went home to bed.

Except, like an hour later, something woke me up.

STEPHANIE: God, you're such a condescending ass!

KIRK: You don't like it, go! Go on, who's stopping you?

STEPHANIE: Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

- For me to just disappear! - KIRK: Then go on, get out!

STEPHANIE: You are unbelievable.

I've had a gutsful of this.

KIRK: Oh, you think I haven't?

You think I like coming home to this, this incessant negativity?

STEPHANIE: When you bother to come home at all!

[ Door slams ]

EMMY: I got this really sick feeling it was Dad.

[ Whispering] Dad?

Dad, are you in here?

[ Gasps ]

EMMY: Dad's sculpture was right there.

I didn't know what to do.

So I ran back here looking for Dad.

But he wasn't here.

But then...

Dad, what have you done?

Just leave me alone.

I shouldn't have done it. I know I shouldn't have.

Done what, Emmy?

What did you do?

[ Sniffs, sighs ]

I went back there.

[ Breathing heavily ]

I knew I had to get rid of it.

Then the next day, I went back to Miranda's place.

To pretend to discover the body?

Making sure that Wyatt Brenner was on hand

to see how shocked and upset you were.

Hell's bells!

I had to.

[ Sniffs, sighs ]

Looking at the wound,

is it possible that something like this

could have been the murder weapon?

I would need precise measurements to check.

But frankly, it would surprise me.

The nature of the indentation suggests something shorter.

Shorter and wider.

Is it possible that Lynley was hit with one thing

and then finished off with another?

One of these, for example?

Entirely possible.

Do you know if my house has been sold?

Gina, it's still a crime scene.

But not forever, Mike.

The Docherty car's been identified in CCTV footage

near the Pateke Point turnoff.

SHEPHERD: Any I.D. on the driver?

No, but as of now, surely Aidan's back in the mix.

Oh. Gotta go.

Sorry, some clients prattle on,

not knowing how much it will cost.

How can I help you?

My boss has requested your phone records.

Excuse me?

We could do this the easy way or the long, hard, boring way,

which involves me getting a legal order.

The easy way would be you playing nice

and just handing over your phone.

Yeah, let's just forget all about the Privacy Act, shall we?

Okay, well, we can do it the hard way if you like.

I really don't mind.

I need your help with something, Emmy.

It could be a big help for your Dad, too.

Okay.

Miranda told us that nothing was missing from the house,

but she's hardly spent any time here.

You've spent hours here cleaning.

So I need you to take a good look around

and see if there's anything out of place.

Take your time.

There used to be something there.

What was it?

Some dumb nautical thing.

I don't know.

Joe Schofield?

- Interview 3. - [ Clears throat ]

You might want to take a look at these first.

Miranda Temple's phone records. interesting.

And I can't believe I'm about to say this,

but actually, at times, even a little...

raunchy.

The night Lynley died, Debs Docherty made

several calls to your number...

All of them unanswered.

Why would your real estate agent be trying

to contact you so urgently?

MIRANDA: That's a question for her, surely?

Huh.

Then there's the string of intimate texts,

dating back weeks.

What exactly is your relationship with Debs?

I don't exactly know.

I suppose you'd have to say we're a couple.

We met when I contracted her to sell the bach.

We've been taking it slowly.

Debs had never been with a woman before,

and she has Aidan to think about.

He wouldn't approve?

I doubt he'd care one way or the other,

but his thug of a father definitely would.

Debs didn't want to rock the boat.

So you've been keeping your relationship quiet?

Mm, and if Aidan was around, I'd stay away.

Debs had Aidan this weekend, but she called you.

Maybe she missed me.

Hard to believe?

Did she know where you were?

At the bonfire. Yes.

Socializing with an ex-boyfriend.

Joe?

Is it possible that Debs saw him as a threat?

You mean was she checking up on me?

[ Knock on door ]

Sorry, uh, Gina's here.

Apparently, it's urgent.

KADINSKY: It's going to auction!

The Temple bach.

I've never bid on auction before, Mike.

SHEPHERD: Ah, Gina, now's not really the time...

Where did you get that from?

- The real estate agent. - When?

KADINSKY: Yesterday. Why?

I picked up one this morning.

Spot the difference.

Ah, well, these two photos aren't the same.

SHEPHERD: Yeah. Check the website.

Why would someone do that?

SIMS: Yeah, same deal.

The photo of the living room's not there.

Find Debs Docherty. Bring her in now.

What exactly am I looking at?

SHEPHERD: Joe Schofield told one of my colleagues

a story from your childhood

about Warwick faking a treasure map for you.

He kept it.

Kept it?

The bottle.

Warwick kept it. I had no idea.

He was trying to teach me some kind of lesson.

And the day before the bonfire, you told that story to Debs.

The bottle in the photograph...

You sure it's the one you found as a child?

Um, the... the paper looks different, newer,

but that's the bottle.

And Debs never mentioned finding it?

No.

She never mentioned it.

It's just a little nautical knickknack, part of the staging.

And in pride of place on the sideboard.

It was there when that photo was taken,

but it isn't there now.

Any idea why?

Can't imagine. [ Scoffs ]

Well, can you imagine why someone would've removed

a photo of it from your website?

This is ridiculous. What am I supposed to have done?

Well, for one thing, your car was recorded

on CCTV footage heading towards Pateke Point

late on the night of the bonfire.

- And returning one hour later. - [ Scoffs ]

Talk to that son of mine.

He's always borrowing my car without asking.

It'll be Emmy Schofield clicking her fingers.

She's got that boy on a string.

SHEPHERD: I'm wondering what else

Debs hasn't mentioned to you.

Particularly in the last couple of days.

How would I know?

Well, you could help me by telling me

what you have talked about.

I've hardly seen her.

Well, that's not quite true, is it?

She was at your office when I dropped by there yesterday.

You were very quick to suggest we go for coffee

and you almost left your handbag behind.

[ Keys jingle ]

Uh, your bag?

[ Sighs ] Get it together, Miranda.

Except it wasn't yours at all.

It was Debs'. She was out the back.

She had it with her later, here at the station.

I'm guessing you also lied to Detective Sims about Debs

not being in her office when you met at the doorstep.

Anything to keep us away while you worked on your story.

And of course, you were there when Debs lied

about losing the key to the bach.

Now we really are in "no comment" territory.

Will it still be "no comment" if I tell you

that Joe Schofield is currently helping us

with our inquiries for Lynley's murder?

Implicated by a piece of driftwood sculpture

located at the scene...

Possibly placed there deliberately to incriminate him.

No, Joe could never kill anyone.

Can you say the same for Debs Docherty?

Or do you just not know her that well?

Everything I've told you is true.

Except I did see Debs that night.

When I pulled over to rest.

I don't know if that's what woke me, but there was a car.

I could see it was Debs.

I thought she'd stop, but...

[ Engine starts ]

There was a lookout not far down the road.

She pulled in there.

[ Grunts ]

Debs?

She said she had driven to Pateke Point looking for me.

What did she throw away?

I don't know.

She wouldn't tell me.

I'd say that Debs could do with the support of a friend

right about now.

Shall we?

Let's start with the second will.

What second will?

The will Debs witnessed for your father.

I didn't read it. I didn't know what was in it.

It was just my signature on a piece of paper.

And Lynley Foster witnessed it at the same time?

Yes.

I didn't know Warwick from a bar of soap.

So I... I'd forgotten all about it until...

Until you met Miranda?

She needed someone to sell the bach.

It was only later when...

we...

started seeing each other that I realized

there could be a newer will

in Warwick's belongings waiting to be discovered.

And if it was, it would be very likely

that Miranda would be disinherited.

I felt guilty for signing it,

for... for witnessing it.

I-It's silly, I know, but...

Guilty? Or greedy?

I mean, after all, you'd just lucked into a relationship

with a very wealthy woman.

And either way, you did your best to ensure

the new will wouldn't be found.

Hence the nautical makeover.

Everything of Warwick's went out in the trash...

Except not quite everything.

You found the message in the bottle, right?

I didn't know the story.

Sorry! Sorry.

Thank you.

DEBS: I thought it was junk. But it suited the theme.

SHEPHERD: And the other day, when you did hear the story...

Something clicked.

When I found out Dad had drawn the map himself,

I was destroyed.

He pretended he was trying to make some philosophical point,

but really it was a sick little power game.

I realized Warwick had kept the bottle but the paper looked new.

It was the one piece of paper no one had thought to look at.

One last cruel message in a bottle for Miranda

to find after he'd gone.

And that night, I thought I'd join you at the bonfire.

And if I had the chance,

I'd go to the bach and check the bottle.

But you didn't answer my calls.

My phone was off.

So I went to bed, but I couldn't sleep.

I was imagining all sorts of things.

Me and Joe?

And I decided I'd drive out anyway.

I don't know what I was expecting to find out

when I got there, but when I got there...

it was just Joe, drinking.

He seemed pretty far gone.

He didn't see me.

I thought that you must be at the bach,

so I went to see, but no.

No lights, no car.

And then I remembered I had my key.

And then suddenly, I heard voices.

People yelling.

STEPHANIE: I care enough to still be here!

KIRK: Why? Why bother? You're obviously not happy.

STEPHANIE: And whose fault is that?

KIRK: Oh, mine, of course!

DEBS: I must have looked as guilty as sin.

KIRK: ...start taking responsibility

for your own life.

[ Indistinct arguing continues ]

And then she was there.

In the house.

LYNLEY: Hello?

Where's Miranda?

She's not here.

I'm a friend of hers.

I know, but what are you doing here?

- What is that? - DEBS: Nothing.

Show me.

Being a friend of Miranda's,

you won't mind me showing her this, will you?

DEBS: I can show her myself.

Let me.

- [ Debs grunts ] - [ Body thuds ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

I thought I'd killed her.

I didn't know what to do.

So then I...

I was racing back to the car.

- KIRK: Get out! - STEPHANIE: Oh, you are...

DEBS: And there was still shouting coming from somewhere.

My head was spinning, and I...

KIRK: ...like coming home to this, this incessant negativity?

STEPHANIE: When you bother to come home at all!

DEBS: I just should have kept on walking.

You should've gone back to help.

I did go back.

SIMS: But not to help.

I just couldn't bear the thought of losing you.

[ Switch clicks ]

[ Grunts ]

And then I heard someone coming and I thought it was you.

It was Emmy Schofield. Looking for her father.

I just knew I had to get out of there.

SHEPHERD: And if you could implicate Joe at the same time,

why the hell not?

[ Door closes ]

Then I drove home.

And I saw Miranda's car on the side of the road

and I prayed that you wouldn't follow me.

But she did.

[ Grunts ]

Debs?

She told me she'd gone for a drive to think.

About us.

She said she wasn't sure that we had a future.

I didn't know what else to say.

MIRANDA: She told me to go home and leave her alone.

Said we could talk tomorrow.

And you did, of course.

After you talked to us.

What the hell happened last night?

[ Sobs ]

Come in.

You said you'd stand by me.

I would've.

All those lies I promised I'd tell for you?

Easy. Second nature.

Until I found out they were about to arrest Joe.

I couldn't do it to him.

Not Joe.

♪ This morning when I woke up ♪

♪ I opened my eyes to see ♪

♪ The world in little pieces ♪

♪ All around me ♪

♪ Could've been my baby ♪

♪ Could've been the devil's daughter ♪

♪ I don't know day to day ♪

♪ She keeps changing on me ♪

- Hello. - Hi.

Hey, little fella.

He's gone to a good home.

He'll be happy to be back at the beach.

Yeah, yeah, especially since I've decided

to move here permanently.

Steph and I are getting a divorce.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Don't be. I've never been happier.

Mike! You're late!

You're late.

SHEPHERD: Are you sure about this?

You know the presence of death never bothers me.

[ Rock music playing in distance ]

And the neighbors?

Two can play his silly game.

He doesn't know I play the Russian anthem

at full volume every morning.

You don't.

[ Chuckles ] No.

But I can start.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

♪ Well, I got you right here ♪

♪ And, baby, you got me ♪

Well, hello, you.

No, now's a good time.

♪ We got love together ♪

How have you been?

♪ One day we'll have our own home ♪

♪ Wooden, small, and warm, yes ♪