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Aah!

Aah!

Ah. Here's one
for the record books.

Got halfway here and realized

I'd left the bloody clubs
at home.

Just keep them here
like everybody else.

They're perfectly safe.

Not until they catch
that little bugger.

Ah, money and booze, Doug.
He's done us twice.

He's not gonna come back
for your mangy old clubs.

He'll be back.

You carry your shotty
in your bag,

you might bag him.

Aw, bollocks.

Ugh, damn it.

Yeah, well, that practice
really paid off.

It's on the fairway.
Shut up.

Ooh, good shot.

- Did you talk to her?
- Yes.

Find out
why she changed her mind?

I thought the rule was "no
business while we're playing."

My bad.

- Bugger!
- Ass!

Jesus.

What?
Is it plugged?

Uh, call an ambulance.

Well, I haven't got a phone.

- Neil!
- Bloody hell, Roger.

- Call an ambulance!
- Why?

What is it?

Holy hell.

Oh, my God.

- Is that Alison?
- I reckon.

A bit bloody late
for an ambulance.

- What do we got?
- The deceased is an Alison Stone.

She's a local, lives next door,
member of the golf club.

On the committee, apparently.

I take it she wasn't hit
by a stray golf ball.

Definitely not.

Chose a nice day to go.

I guess.

I hear you like golf.

Who's he talking to?

The deceased.

Okay.

You get used to it.

Who found her?

A Neil Bloom, Walter Elliott,

Roger Harrington,
and Doug Randall.

They I.D.'d her?

Yep.
They're on the committee, too.

- All of them?
- Yeah.

Them and the deceased?

The five of them comprised

the Brokenwood Golf Club
Committee, apparently.

Okay.

They play every Wednesday
morning at this time.

Them, not her.

Got it.

Uh, the trail leads down

to the greenskeeper's
small storage shed.

Indications are
that that's where

whatever did that to her was...

- Done?
- Administered?

Hmm.

- Boss.
- Morning, Sam.

Forensic boys are working
under the assumption

that whatever did that to
our victim is kind of toxic.

So, she was administered here.

And made it as far as there
before dying.

So, what, two minutes, maybe
three before she copped it?

Something like that.

Then I'd say "toxic"
is a fairly fair assumption.

There's some spray equipment in
the shed which will be tested,

but the guys doubt
it's been used in a while.

Is there a greenskeeper
that can help us with that?

According
to the committee chaps,

the greenskeeper
is a Hamish Grimm.

Tried his number.
No reply.

One possible scenario here

is that she was on
her early-morning walk

and busted the Clubhouse Bandit.

Sorry. The who?

Do you not read
the Brokenwood Courier?

The "Clubhouse Bandit"
is what they've dubbed the guy

going around breaking in to all
the golf courses in the area.

Here, the clubhouse twice,
and now the shed.

The Riverstone course was hit,
as well, and Puckeroo Falls.

The Clubhouse Bandit?

Was that really the best name
they could come up with?

He's been doing the rounds
for a couple of months.

Booze, trophies,
petty cash, honesty boxes.

So, he graduates
from honesty boxes to murder?

She springs him.

He panics, throws the first
thing he grabs into her face.

In which case, he would have got
the stuff all over himself

and be a very unwell boy.

I'll have a check with the
hospitals, doctors, et cetera.

What's going on?

She got what was coming to her.

Ta.

Next of kin?

Daughter... Nickaela.

- Um, no husband?
- Died a few years back.

Has the daughter been informed?

Not yet.
Unable to locate her.

Not answering her phone.

Unfortunately, I think
I can help you with that.

Hello. Detective Senior Sergeant
Mike Shepherd.

- And you are?
- Roger Harrington.

And you know where Nickaela is?

Well, I have an idea
where she might be.

Can you talk to Detective Sims,
please?

Do you still need us?

I'd be keen for a chat, yes.

- We've already given statements.
- Not to me, you haven't.

All we did is find the body.

Well, shouldn't take very long,
then, should it?

Hi.
Can I help you?

Are you meant to be here?

They, uh... At the...

They told me to come down here.

Did they say why?

I work here... sort of.

Are you the greenskeeper?

Yeah. Part time.

- Hamish Grimm, right?
- Yeah.

You knew Alison Stone?

Yeah. Everyone here did.

Terrible thing.

There are some officers
up at your shed

who are gonna need your help

in case anything is out of place
or is missing.

You think he did this, the guy
that's doing all the robberies?

One thing at a time, eh?

For now,
can you help my officers?

Hamish?

Yeah.
Yeah, onto it.

The end of Stone Creek Road,
the old farm manager's house.

Uh, what farm is this?

The Stones'.

They own pretty much
the whole valley.

But the daughter doesn't live
with the mother?

Nicky Stone is what we used to
call "a piece of work."

Like mother, like daughter.

And Alison didn't mind
her daughter living in squalor.

- With your son?
- Sometimes.

You located the daughter?

She's shacked up
with Roger's son.

Ah, and he's not happy
about the situation.

No. Hell, no.

Okay.
I'll leave you with that.

Oh, so, I get to inform
the next of kin?

Consider it a gift.

Remind me how breaking terrible
news to someone is a gift again.

My ex-wife used to love
spontaneous gifts.

Oh, really?
Which one?

Thank you, gentlemen.
Hopefully I won't keep you long.

It's not like
we can play any golf, is it?

That is true.

The course will remain closed
for a day or two.

Nothing I can do about that,
I'm afraid.

Is there somewhere private
we can talk?

There's the office.

Sorry. And you are?

Grimm.
Janet Grimm.

Janet kind of runs the place.

Ah, and that would be your son,
the greenskeeper.

Yeah.

Actually,
how about down the end there?

It's very scenic, very... golfy.

Golfy?

Right, then.

Why don't I start with whoever
arrived here first this morning?

You spent the night here?

Yes.

Is that usual?

It happens from time to time.

I live some distance away.

Sometimes it makes sense for me
to stay here...

if I have an early start
at the shop the next day.

What shop is this?

- A pharmacy.
- You're a chemist?

I'm a pharmacist.

There's a difference?

Chemists make the drugs
that cure your ills.

Pharmacists dispense them.

You stayed here all last night?

Yes.

And this morning?

I showered
in the locker room, got dressed,

headed out to play.

Was there anyone else here then?

Walter, unusually.

Are you practicing?

Is there a law against it?

Well, what happened to Mr. Woke
Up Just in Time to Tee Off?

Maybe he got sick
of double-bogeying the first.

You arrived at 7:30?

Around then.

A bit earlier than usual,
I hear.

I felt the need to practice.

Did you see anyone else

while you were practicing?

No, not till Neil came out
from inside.

Did you know he was in there?

No.

But I know
he stays there sometimes

when it's a better option
than driving home at night.

You didn't make it home
last night, I see.

No.

Did you talk to her?

Do I need to remind you
of the "no business" rule?

The look on your face.

I stayed to go through the books
one more time

so idiots like you would realize
how screwed things are.

Did you reimburse the bar

while you were going through
these books?

Small recompense
for my valuable time.

Maybe we wouldn't be so screwed
if you paid for what you drink.

Drop in the bucket, Walter.
You know it.

Walter and Neil were here
when I arrived.

What time was this?

The usual.
Um, about 10 to 8:00.

Neil, Walter.

- Rog.
- Roger.

How was the, uh, rest
of your night?

Uneventful. Why?

Oh, nothing.

Is Doug not playing?

No idea.

We tee off at 8:00
on Wednesday mornings,

but we were a few minutes late
waiting for Doug.

Yes, I was late.

I got halfway here
and remembered the bloody clubs.

You went to play golf
without your clubs?

Well, usually I leave them out
in the bag shed.

But not anymore?

Well, not since
that thief did us over.

You lot thought he was
a bloody joke, and now look.

Quite a leap from ripping off
the honesty box to murder,

don't you think?

Well, she must have sprung him
while she's out on her walk.

Obvious, isn't it?

You knew Alison Stone
walked the golf course?

Of course I did.
We all did.

Are we somehow suspects here?

Not yet.

So, Neil, you stayed the night?

After the meeting.

The committee meeting?

Yes.

The four of you
were here last night?

And Alison.

They all left pretty much
straight after the meeting.

Let's just vote on this bloody thing
before somebody kills someone.

Yeah, she left the meeting
as soon as it broke up.

I-I don't see how this has got
anything to do with...

Well, that was the last time
you saw Alison... I presume.

Yes.

I went straight home
after the meeting,

came back here early
this morning,

hit the ball
a couple of times...

found Alison in the bunker.

That's the story, Detective.

Nothing more to say.

Hello?
This is the police.

Get out of here, Kyle.

Hello? Police here.

Hello? Nickaela?

Hey, you can't be in here

unless you've got, like,
a search warrant or something.

Um, I'm here about your mother.

What does she want now?

Nickaela, I'm here because...

Don't call me Nickaela.

Only she calls me that.

Okay, fine. What would you
like me to call you?

Nicky.

Nicky, there was a body found
this morning,

and it was that of your mother.

I'm sorry to have to tell you.

Your mother is dead.

Is there anyone else here
with you?

No.

That was Kyle Harrington,
I presume, who ran off?

Do you want to tell me maybe
why he did that?

Where?

Sorry?

Where's Mum?
Where's the body?

It's still at the scene.

Which is where?

I want to see her.

She's at the golf course, but the body
will be taken to the mortuary very soon,

so you can go down there
and see her.

Why did you say "scene"?

Like a crime scene?

Scene of the investigation.

Is there anyone
who can be with you now,

anyone we can contact
on your behalf?

Uh...

Mum's sister, my auntie,
lives in Rotorua.

Do you have a number for her?

Yeah.

Well, what happened
at the golf course?

'Cause she walks there
every morning.

Why don't you find me
that number,

and we can get that under way?

Maybe you want to finish
getting dressed, too.

They were here when we moved in.

I think you better come back
down to the station with me.

Kristin.
How's the next of kin?

Unhappy.

It's hard to tell if the death of her
mother has anything to do with it, though.

How so?

I seem to have cracked the case
of the Clubhouse Bandit.

Her boyfriend, Kyle Harrington.

And what does Kyle have to say
for himself now?

Unknown.
He legged it.

The boys are out searching.

And the daughter?

She's here at the station,

along with a houseload
of nicked items.

I had no choice
but to bring her in.

Ah.
Hence the lack of happiness.

Exactly.

I'll be there in a while.

Hey, remind me.
Is Mr. Stone deceased?

Uh, yep.

Died in 2004, apparently.

Has there been a bloke
on the scene since?

Not that anyone says.

Um, lived alone,
ran her farm alone,

kicked butt on the golf course.

That's all I've got so far.
Why?

Well, there was
definitely a bloke here

last night.

And this morning, when she went
walking, they were still here.

Who?

Exactly.

Hello, Nicky.
I'm Detective...

Why am I here?

I've just found out
my mum's dead,

and you're treating me
like I'm some kind of criminal.

Firstly, I am very sorry
for your loss.

And I promise I will keep this
as brief as possible.

But like I was saying,
I'm D.C. Shepherd.

You've met Detective Sims.

And I do need to ask you
a few questions

about the stolen property that
was in the house you were in.

What stolen property?

Well, the numerous
trophies, to start with.

We didn't know they were stolen.

You just thought
Kyle was extremely good at golf?

And ladies golf,
judging by half the trophies.

So, if didn't steal them,
why did Kyle run away?

- Ask him.
- We will.

So, you live with Kyle

in the old farm manager's house,
right?

Not really.

So, you live at home?

Sometimes.

You kind of move between home
and wherever Kyle is?

Mum said Kyle could stay in
the house, seeing it was empty.

What happened
to the farm manager?

She left after Dad died.

She?

Yeah. Janet Grimm.

From the golf club?

I don't know. I guess.

I hate golf.

Fair enough.

Odd to have
a woman farm manager.

Have you seen her?

Huh.

You were with Kyle last night?

Yep.

And this morning?

Yep.

All of this morning?

Until you guys showed up, yes.

At which point, Kyle ran away
for reasons known only to him.

I guess so.

When was the last time
you saw your mother?

Yesterday.

Where?

At our house. Then I left
to go hang out with Kyle.

Was she alone when you left?

Yeah.

What about later?

How would I know?
I wasn't there.

Was she expecting someone?
Her... Her boyfriend?

Well, I'd hardly call him that.

Who?

Her stress relief,

the latest plaything
she dragged back to her web.

The latest?

Yeah, Mum has...

had boyfriends.

I generally made a point not to
be there when they were around,

and it worked for both of us.

Does this latest
plaything have a name?

Hamish Grimm.

The greenskeeper?

I like to think of him
more as the man-slut toy-boy.

And related
to your ex-farm manager?

Yeah. Her son.

Well, can I go now?

I have grieving to do.

I've been in touch
with your Auntie Renee.

She's on her way here.

Nicky, if Kyle gets in touch
with you,

can you tell him we'd please
like to speak with him?

He didn't kill her.

We still need to speak with him.

The club captain's son
is the Clubhouse Bandit.

Classic.

Clubhouse Idiot, more like it.

What was he planning to do
with all this stuff?

He can't hock it off.
It's not worth anything.

Do you think all this has something
to do with Alison Stone's death?

You tell me.

Well, simple explanation.

She catches Kyle in the act...

Or?

Or... Nicky gets her boyfriend
started on a crime spree

so that when Mummy dies,

he's the prime suspect, not her.

That's dark.

She's the only child of a widow.

No prizes for guessing
who will wind up with the farm.

That's a pretty elaborate setup
for an 18-year-old.

Well, you saw her.

Serious attitude, and she
definitely didn't like her mother.

Apart from Hamish,
who did like her?

Alison had a talent for rubbing
people up the wrong way.

Can you think of anyone that
might want Alison Stone dead?

Yes.

Well, you could start
with everyone she's ever met,

narrow it down from there.

You want to elaborate?

Not particularly.

Throw it down, sir.

She was a soulless cad.

Not many gonna mourn her.

Alison Stone's cellphone...
calls in and out.

- Thanks.
- Sam?

Check out the last call
she received.

6:31 a.m., from the clubhouse.

Neil Bloom?
He was the only one there.

Hmm. So it seems.

Boss, Roger Harrington's here
to identify the silverware.

These are the trophies stolen
from the Brokenwood Golf Club?

Of course they are. They've got
the name on them, haven't they?

Thank you.

Are we done here?

Uh, do you know where Kyle is?

No.

There was some food taken
from my kitchen this morning

when I got home from the course.

I presume that is him.

But, no, I haven't seen him.

You're aware that we believe

it was him who stole
all the stuff, right?

Yes.

Why do you think
he stole the trophies?

I mean, the money and the booze
I get, but why these?

Are they valuable?

Look, I... I don't know
what is going on in Kyle's head.

You'd have to ask that... skank
that he is with.

I take it you don't approve

of your son's relationship
with Nicky Stone?

Kyle was a good kid
until she came along.

He was still in school.

Then she latched onto him,
and that was that.

When was the last time
you saw Kyle?

A couple of weeks.

Did you know it was him stealing
from the golf courses?

No.

And if I did,
I would bloody well dob him in.

Your own son?

If it got him away from her,
in a heartbeat.

She's already going around
tweeting on that thing,

saying that... well, the cops
are gonna kill Kyle.

I've had Linda on the phone
in tears this morning.

Linda is...

My wife.

Kyle's mother.

She's away at the moment,
in Vanuatu on business.

Is that everything?

Actually, no.

I need your help
understanding something.

Alison Stone was obviously
a pretty handy golfer.

Yes.

Ladies champion
from 1997 to 2014.

And in 1995.

A. Hanson is her?

Her maiden name.

Before she married C. Stone?

Curtis. Yes.

Who was quite a golfer himself.

Yes, he was.

That's... That's where they met.

Uh, she was a bit younger
than him?

25 years, yes.

What does all this have to do
with Alison dying?

I'm just trying to understand
the pieces.

Like D. Randall here.

Doug. Yes.

Seems like
he and Curtis were rivals.

And best friends.

Meanwhile, on the ladies side,

I presume J. Grimm is Janet
from the clubhouse...

Yes.

Who was
the farm manager for the Stones.

For Curtis, yes.

But Alison fired her.

Something like that.

I don't really know the details.

Presumably no love lost
between them,

on or off the golf course.

Janet doesn't play anymore.

But H. Grimm does.

He gave up also.

Doesn't look much
like a golfer these days.

He was never a golfer.

- But he was.
- Yes, but he never got the game.

Who does?

Each to their own, Detective.

Look, um,
I really do need to go.

Of course.

Sam, will you show
Mr. Harrington out?

Uh, thanks.
Your help has been invaluable.

That was pretty bold,

telling a club captain
his game makes no sense.

Sorry.
It just slipped out.

Are you seriously driving
towards her death

being something to do with
who stole the stupid trophy?

Clubs like this are a tapestry.

I'm just trying to figure
how everyone's woven together.

Oh, you know about golf, do you?

Hell, no.

People are way more likely

to kill each other over sex
than golf.

And Hamish Grimm
never actually mentioned

that he was doing the wild thing
with Alison Stone.

No.
No, he didn't, did he?

It must have slipped his mind.

Hamish, how's it going?

Okay.

Mind if we ask you
a couple of questions?

Think I've told you guys
everything I know.

Did you?

Yeah, about the shed
and the stuff in it.

Gave one of your guys
the rundown.

Yeah, but you didn't
tell us anything

about you and Alison Stone.

What do you mean?

We hear that you and her
were a couple.

No. No way.

So, if we got some of your DNA,

it wouldn't match the DNA

I'm sure we'd find
all over Alison's sheets?

No.

I mean, yeah.

I was with her last night,

but we weren't a couple.

And you didn't think
to tell us this earlier?

Nobody asked me about it.

Because we didn't know about it.

It was meant to be a secret.

The relationship?

It wasn't like that.

We used to hook up
when her daughter wasn't there.

But Nicky's the one
that told us.

Yeah.

There was that one time
when she kind of sprung us.

Alison didn't see her
because she was, you know, busy.

And I didn't think it was a good
idea to tell Alison after, eh.

But you were with her
this morning?

Yeah.

When she went for a walk?

Yeah.

I suppose.

What do you mean, "suppose"?

Well, we woke up, and we...
you know,

and then I went back to sleep.

And when I woke up again,
she was gone.

It's pretty standard.

How do you mean, "standard"?

She always got up and went
for a walk.

She had masses of energy, eh.

She liked it if I was gone
by the time she came back.

How long have you and Alison
been hooking up like this?

A few months.

She started paying me
to do jobs around the farm,

and one thing led to another.

And was she still paying you
afterwards?

Yeah.

Oh, but I was still doing jobs,
too.

You were a whore to her.

No, I wasn't.

That's how she treated everyone.

Why should you be any different?

Mum, it wasn't like that.

No.

You thought it was love.

It wasn't love.

It was somewhere in the middle.

It was going someplace else.

You see?

See how she operates?

She finds the weakness
and then preys.

Shut up!

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

You've upset him now.

- Operated?
- What?

You said, "See how she..."
Alison... "operates?"

You mean "operated,"
past tense now.

Not really.

We're going to need a statement
from you.

Hamish has said all he knows.

Oh, we'll still
need it on record.

Don't worry about it now,

but if he can come down to the
station at some stage, that would be grand.

Also, we should get a statement
from you, too, Mrs. Grimm.

I was having breakfast at home,
alone, before coming here.

No witnesses.
End of statement.

We'll need to get that formally
on the record, too.

Um, you can do that
when you and Hamish come in.

Do you still play?

- No.
- Why not?

You were clearly very good.

Lost my taste for the game.

Do we know if there was ever
a Mr. Grimm?

I'd guess no.

Be worth finding out.

I'll, uh, drop you
at the office.

Why? Where you going?

Research into the true meaning
of golf.

Rather you than me.

That's what I thought.

- Hi.
- Has your aunt arrived yet?

- No.
- Right.

Mind if I come in?

Do I have a choice?

Strictly speaking,

this house is part of
a murder investigation, so...

Whatever.

Are you okay?

What does it matter do you?

Don't worry.
I won't be long.

I'm just here to get
some of your mum's papers.

Is that okay by you?

Whatever.

Plus, I had one other thing
to ask you.

What?

Can you please stay off
the social media,

especially in relation to Kyle?

So nobody knows
what you're doing?

And what is that?

Everyone knows
you think he did it.

Well, everyone thinks that

because that's what
you're tweeting.

All we know is that he's the one
responsible for the burglaries.

And that's what we want to
talk to him about.

Or shoot him.

Why would we shoot him
over some stupid trophies?

Because he's an outlaw.

He's the Clubhouse Bandit.

Yeah. That name's not working
on so many levels.

What?

It doesn't matter.

Look, at the moment,
he's just a petty thief.

Why did he steal
those stupid trophies?

Was it to get at his dad?
Was that your idea?

Like I said,
stay off the social media.

It will only make things worse.

Howdy, neighbor.

Jared. Come in.

Pull up a glass.

Yeah, no, don't mind if I do.

I hope this pleases
your expert palate.

I'm sure it will.
What do they say?

"A glass from a friend
is a friend in a glass."

Don't think I heard that one.

Well, you have now.
I just made it up.

Not bad.

Chocolate notes.

Plum.

Peppery.
Nice finish, full body.

Speaking of bodies...

bad news about Alison Stone, eh?

You heard about that?

Yep.

We haven't actually put
a public name to the victim yet.

Word gets around.

Uncle Walter told me.

Walter Elliott?

Yeah. Uncle on my mum's side.

This must be a tough one
for you, eh?

Why?

You know,
all those people with...

- What?
- A motive.

I'm certainly getting
the impression

she wasn't well liked,

but it's a long way from not
liking someone to murdering them.

True. True that.

Hmm.

This wasn't just a neighborly
visit, was it, Jared?

Yeah.

Always neighborly, Mike.

Well, I've also been kind of
sent here as a delegation

on behalf of the family

to tell you
that Uncle Walter didn't do it.

And why would I think he did?

And now I feel like
I'm dobbing him in.

Hey, you're the one
who started this conversation.

And it's not exactly going
as I planned.

Okay. How about this?

'Cause I'm gonna find out
anyway,

it would be better coming
from you.

That make it easier?

No, not much.

Tell me.

Uncle Walter hated
the Stones' guts.

His business went bankrupt,
and he blamed them.

Why?

Well, because he was a beekeeper
and his bees all died.

And this is
the Stones' fault how?

Because his bees all died.

Tell me about the bees, Jared.

Probably better to hear it
from Uncle Walter.

Mr. Elliott.

Generally only get called
by my last name

when I'm deep in the caca.

Maybe I am deep in the caca,
and I don't know it yet.

Apparently, I need to ask you
a few questions.

Thought you already asked me
a few questions.

About bees.

Had to bring some backup
with you

before you come talk to
the Maori fella, did you?

Well, you sent Jared to me.

Thought it was only fair
that I bring him back to you.

I didn't send him.

That was everyone else's idea

because of my bad reputation
with the cops.

Yeah.

I've heard you did two years
for running over a cop.

He was standing in my way
when I was trying to leave.

He was trying to arrest you.

I didn't particularly
want to be arrested.

For taking to the Stones' house
with a shotgun.

I only shot up the house.

Fairly extreme.

Well, the other reason
I brought Jared

was to, um, carry the beers.

Bees are quite important
when you're a beekeeper.

I can see that.

So when they all start dying,
it's a big deal.

So, you spend a lot of money
that you don't have on experts

who eventually tell you that the
selfish bastards up the valley

are using this poison spray,
pyrithione, that kills bees.

So you go to see the selfish
bastards in question,

and you say, "Any chance
you could use another spray?"

And the selfish bastards say,
"No,"

and then your bees all die.

So you then take to their house
with a shotgun.

You can see, can't you,
how some people might reckon

you're still looking
for revenge?

Well, I sure as hell didn't shed any
tears when the cancer took Curtis Stone.

And that was
from the insecticide.

No, Jared,
that's from being white

and not wearing a hat
in the sun.

Ah. My bad.

But in answer to your question,

yeah, I wanted revenge.

But revenge can come in
many forms, Detective Shepherd.

Such as?

When I got out, I sold my land,

had enough to buy
this little place and to retire

and devote my life to golf...

the stupidest game
ever invented.

Interesting choice.

Threw myself into it,

joined the committee
and everything.

Not because you love the game,
I'm guessing.

Because every chance I got

to get in the smug faces
of the selfish bastards...

Oh, what an absolute load of...

- Walter. Walter!
- Just on with it.

To vote against
every motion they tabled,

to just be there,

a smiling, brown face annoying
the snot out of them,

I was gonna take it.

Now your work is done.

In the nick of time.

What is it?

Parkinson's.

Eh?

You never told us anything
about this.

You want to know why I turned up
early this morning?

To see if I could still hold
a damn club.

Oh, come on, man.

Get it together.

Jesus, man, get off!

That's precisely
why I didn't tell anyone.

Go and get me another beer.

- Are you sure you should...
- Yes.

Get.

I understand, from what I read,
before Jared interrupted me,

that there was a special
committee meeting last night.

There was.

And as club secretary, do you
have the minutes to the meeting?

I do.

And very interesting reading
they are.

Good morning, Detective.

Gina. Up nice and early.

Maybe I work all night.

Maybe I do my best work
at night.

What do we know?

Alison Stone.

Cause of death,

pulmonary edema leading to
acute respiratory failure.

In plain English?

- Are you being funny?
- Sorry.

No, I mean, uh,
break it down for me.

She inhaled something very bad.

Her lungs hemorrhaged,
filled up with blood.

The moment she breathed it in,
it was goodbye, Alison Stone.

Does the fact that she was an
asthmatic contribute in any way?

This bad thing, it's so toxic,

it would have made
no difference.

And do we know
what this stuff is,

or do I have to wait
for the lab report?

Because I'm a rare and special
person who works all the night,

I can tell you
the active ingredient

in Alison Stone's death.

Let me guess.

Pyrithione.

Yes.
How did you know?

I am a detective.

So, what do we know
about pyrithione?

An insecticide.

It has been banned here
since 2008.

Vicious stuff.

The sort of stuff
you'd find on a golf course?

I don't know.
I don't play golf.

Wise move.

Chasing a small white ball
around a large green field.

Why would you do this?

It's a timeless question.

But I would say no.

Too heavy-duty
for that sort of use.

Strictly speaking, you shouldn't
find it anywhere these days.

Everything containing
pyrithione,

it was redrawn from sale
long ago.

Any chance
that this is the result

of an accidental exposure?

Only if someone accidentally
shot her in the face with it,

point blank.

Couple of things
you need to know.

- Guess which golfer did time...
- Walter Elliott.

- Yes.
- Because of the bees.

Okay, and we've got
the autopsy report through.

Pyrithione?

Should I just not bother?

I love it when you bother.

Contents of the shed
on the golf course.

Nope, don't have that one.

Let me guess.
No trace of pyrithione.

Correct.

Therefore,
the killer brought their own.

Any other reported cases
of illness or death

due to poisoning yesterday?

No.

Which means they also brought
a hazmat suit,

- breathing apparatus.
- Spraying apparatus.

And broke the lock
on the door and waited,

knowing she would come.

Hence the phone call.

- From the clubhouse.
- Someone she knew. Neil Bloom.

Yeah, telling her
about the latest break-in.

So, who would have access
to all this pyrithione stuff

and the associated gear?

People whose job it is
to spray things, farmers.

And where
would they get it from?

A stock and station agent.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Pyrithione

Yes.

Do you have any products
containing it?

Well, given that it was banned
and recalled years ago,

absolutely not.

But you used to stock it.

Um, in various forms.

Brands such as, uh, Quick Kill,
D.O.A., Para-Blast,

as did every other stock and
station agent in the district.

Yes, we're talking to them.

But as far as I'm aware,

none of them were in the
vicinity when Alison Stone died.

Well, you're welcome
to have a look around.

I'm sure you'll find nothing.

I'm sure you're right.

Are you able to get us a list

of those you sold
pyrithione-based products to?

Yes. There are records
of all those sales.

It will take me a little while
to dig them out.

As quick as you can
would be good.

Have you heard from Kyle?

No.

Have you found him yet?

No.

Thank you for your help.

So, from chemicals to chemist?

No, no. Pharmacy.

Same thing.

Not according to Neil Bloom.

Morning, Neil.

Detectives.

Got a minute
for a few questions?

Yeah, sure, sure.

Can you finish this, please?

How can I help?

Just need to clarify
a couple of things.

Sure.
Whatever I can do.

You stayed the night at the club
after the meeting.

Yes, to work on the accounts.

To present to the AGM.

Yes.

And have a few drinks
while you were working.

One or two while I worked.

And what time
did you get up the next morning?

7:00.

You didn't get up at 6:30
to phone Alison?

No.

Because someone did.

Someone phoned her
from the clubhouse.

I didn't hear anything
or anyone.

But you were asleep
in the office.

Yeah, but that's not
the only phone in the building.

There's one in the reception
and one in the bar.

So, someone could have
used one of the other phones

without you hearing?

Absolutely.

And I am a very sound sleeper.

Especially after a few drinks.

Who else has keys
to the building?

Uh, goodness.
The main building...

Janet, Hamish,
all the committee members,

most of the senior members.

Doesn't really
narrow things down, does it?

All I can tell you is
it wasn't me.

Tell me about
the meeting the night before,

the one about selling off
half the course.

What about it?

I've read the minutes.

Well, then you know
exactly what happened.

No, I know what the minutes say.

I want to get your take on it,

especially about the vote because
that's the bit I don't quite get.

Well, uh, after some
spirited discussion...

I bet.

Absolute load of...

the chairman called for a vote.

Oh, come on! Let's just vote
on this bloody thing

before somebody kills someone.

Right.

The motion is that
the board recommends

to the full membership

that we accept the offer
from Fairway Views Limited

for the purchase
of the parcel of land

comprising approximately
one-half of the course.

Me... I vote no,
as you're well aware.

Likewise. No.

Yes.

Yes.

This I don't quite understand.

Roger, the club captain...
Mr. Golf...

votes in favor of the sale.

Roger understood how screwed,
financially, we are.

He knew that half a course
is better than no course at all,

which is the other option.

Very pragmatic.

He's a very pragmatic man.

I imagine his pragmatism
didn't go down too well

in some quarters.

Traitor.

I think the chairman should keep
his opinions to himself

while we're voting,
don't you, Doug?

So, we recommend the sale.

Don't I get a vote?

I think we can guess
your vote, Alison.

I vote no.

What?

I said I vote no.

Tell me about
Fairway Views Limited.

It is the company
Alison and I set up

to facilitate the purchase
of half the course.

Which you were then gonna
on-sell to property developers.

- Yes.
- At a significant profit?

That was the plan.

So, in effect,

Alison voted to torpedo
her own deal?

The members will still have
a chance to vote.

Without the recommendation
of the board.

Correct.

Hmm.

But why did she want to do that?

I went to ask her after
she shot out of the meeting.

- But...
- She was otherwise engaged.

Alison!

Not now, Neil.

What the hell
just happened here?

I said not now.

Do you know what she
and Roger were talking about?

I just presumed
that with Linda out of town,

they'd, uh, kick things off
again.

Alison Stone and Roger
were having an affair?

Roger thought it was
a state secret,

but Alison and I spent
a lot of time together.

She told me things.

Up to a point, obviously.

We thought she was having
an affair with Hamish Grimm.

Yeah, she was,
if you'd call it that.

Using him for sport
is probably more accurate.

Yes, Alison had
a repugnant personality,

but, for certain men,
she was catnip, sex on legs.

She turned up here
as this 19-year-old spunk

who played a mean game of golf,

and in Curtis Stone,
she found her spiritual match...

and also the richest guy around.

Who was 25 years her senior.

Oh, age was never an issue
for Alison... or for him.

And they spent
many happy years together

routing anyone
who took their fancy.

Curtis died.
Alison carried on.

With Roger Harrington.

Among others.

Alison told me she ended it

when he started talking
about leaving his wife for her,

but, uh, clearly not.

Why clearly not?

Because he drove off after her,

just like old times

when they used to lock horns
at committee meetings.

Then he'd follow her home
and, well, lock horns.

And what about you?

Was she catnip to you?

I'm the wrong kind of cat.

Curtis stood more of a chance
with me.

Okay, I am never going to look
at golf the same way again.

Hmm. Mind you,
money and sex are involved.

Much clearer reasons for
killing someone than golf is.

- There is that.
- Mm.

You know how Roger Harrington
was angry

about Nicky Stone's abuse
of social media?

- Uh-huh.
- He's still angry.

And how do we know this?

We have visitors.

My niece has been through enough

without this man assaulting her
on the street.

Okay, when you say "assaulted,"
what do you actually mean?

I mean he assaulted Nicky and me
on the street.

Hey!

- Oh, geez, who is this?
- Kyle's dad.

I know your game.
I know what you're up to!

Hey, hey, leave her alone.

She is trying to frame my son
for murder,

tweeting that stuff
all over the place.

I'm trying to get a message
to Kyle, you idiot.

I'm trying to make sure
he's safe.

Everyone knows it was you.

Shut up!
I-I didn't do anything.

Just leave her alone, okay?

Tell them how you hated her!

They all know that you're the
only one who wins now she's dead.

That's not true!

None of that is true!

So, where was
the actual assault?

He was pushing me.

Right.

We will talk to Mr. Harrington.

- Make him stop.
- Stop what?

Saying what he's saying?

What if he's speaking the truth?

It seems to be fairly
universally acknowledged

how you felt about your mother.

Nicky didn't kill my sister.

Well, someone did.

Kyle wasn't with me
that morning.

He wasn't there when I woke up,

and he'd only just gotten home

with a whole bunch of food
before you showed up.

Why did you tell us otherwise?

Because I love him.

So, why change now?

'Cause everyone is saying
that I killed Mum.

So, you were there alone?

Yes.

What were you doing?

Sleeping, mostly,
and talking to friends.

On your phone?

We're gonna need that phone.

Customer list from all the stockers of
pyrithione-based products within 100 K's.

Anything interesting?

One name pops out.

Doug Randall.

And if you believe her phone,

Nicky Stone was tweeting her little
heart out yesterday morning.

So little to say, so many
opportunities to say it.

Also interesting
who isn't on this list.

The one property we know for
sure who was using the stuff...

the bee killers.

- The Stone farm.
- Mm.

More interesting reading
for the day.

According to the club charter...
the founding document...

the land that the golf course
sits on...

belongs to the Stone family.

Then why was Alison
having to buy it back?

Because the Stones... presumably
Curtis' great-grand-something...

gifted the land
to form the club.

No wonder they treated the place

like their own bloody
playground.

We have farms to visit.

Kristin.

See how it flies true
on the course?

You're very early.

We knocked.

Yeah, I heard.

And you decided to ignore us.

Well, I'm busy.

Busy living the life
of the retired farmer.

Farmers never really retire.

They think they have.

Then they give their money to some
other bugger to run the place for them

so they can pretend they have.

Farmers never really retire.

So, you here to arrest me?

Should we?

Well, it's not up to me.

But if you're not,
can you get to the point?

You ever used anything containing
pyrithione around here?

Is that what did her in?

Do you or have you ever used it?

Well, you obviously know I have.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here,
would you?

Do I have it now?

There's your question.

If I said no, would you come
back with some kind of warrant?

Definitely.

Well, I don't exactly have
much choice, then, do I?

Why do you think
we want to arrest you?

Well, it's pretty well known
we hated each other.

- Enough to want to kill her?
- Easily.

You ever stated this out loud?

Oh, on occasions, usually after
a few in the clubhouse.

So, did you kill her?

Well, let's put it this way.
I admire who did.

I hope they get away with it.

Why did you hate her?

Oh, 'cause of who she was
and everything she stood for.

Is that enough for you?

Why did she hate you?

'Cause maybe she thought
I was a threat.

How?

That would be doing your job
for you, now, wouldn't it?

You don't keep it locked?

I used to.

I keep losing the bloody key.

Mike.

Yeah.

Got it.

With all due respect,

there must be 50 other
bloody farmers around here

who use the same stuff.

That was recalled in 2008?

Well, I guess
I never got round to it.

You will be charged

with possessing
a banned chemical substance.

You see?

I told you
you were here to arrest me.

Who was the better player...
you or him?

Me or who?

You and Curtis Stone.

He was.

What was that about?

Life. Golf. Everything.

Do we have any choice
in the matter?

Okay, you seem to be
misunderstanding

the fundamental nature
of our relationship.

We are on the same side.

We want the same thing... to
find out who killed your sister.

Well, you won't find them here.

As that may be,
but there are two things here

that we need to help us along
the path that we both want.

What are they?

The farm accounts, all neatly
boxed up in the office.

I've seen them.
We just need to go through them.

Fine. Whatever.

Thank you.

And the other thing?

The chemical that killed Alison

is an insecticide
called pyrithione.

It requires some pretty specialized
gear when applying it.

Do you have anything like that
on your property?

Yeah, but I don't know
how to use any of it.

We're not saying you do.

We just want to take a look
at it.

I think it's one of these.

Doesn't matter.

Lock's broken.

This is definitely where all the
gas masks and sprayers and stuff

used to be stored.

No pyrithione.

When was the last time you know for
sure that the stuff was in here?

A couple of weeks.

It was the last time

Kyle and I saw douchebag do
any actual work around here.

Douchebag?

Hamish Grimm.

Mum had him spraying gorse
or something

down the back of the farm,

and, well, we were laughing

about how mental he looked
in all that gear

and, um, how pissed off
he was about it.

You play, Breen?

Yeah.
Well, used to, actually.

- Handicap?
- Severe.

Actually it was mini golf
with my dad, school holidays,

but, uh, this case has got
the old juices flowing.

Might step up to the real thing.

Kristin, you game?

Pass.

Here's what I've learnt so far.

Golf is about bondage,
cougars, and swinging.

Ah, what's not to like?

Maybe the bit where Alison
Stone's face blistered off

and she suffocated
in her own blood.

Yeah, I might stick
to mini golf.

It's got its own unique
yet undeniable sex appeal.

As far as motives go,

being emasculated by Alison
isn't bad.

People have killed
for a lot less.

A visit to the greenskeeper
tomorrow?

Of course,
we only have Nicky's word

that Hamish was using the stuff

and that it was there
in the first place.

True, and just because
he was using the gear,

that doesn't directly
connect him to the crime.

And she did drop in...
rather nicely, I thought...

that Kyle was there, too.

Everything pointing as far away
from her as possible.

Exactly.

Any word on Kyle?

Uh, report of a break-in,
food taken,

but by the time we got there,
there was no sign.

The dogs couldn't get a scent.

Any word from Kyle's dad,
concerned about his son?

No, actually.

I'm gonna pay him
a courtesy call on the way home,

bring him up to date.

With what?

That we know
that he was having an affair?

We'll see how things go.

Toodle-pip!

Just thought
you might appreciate an update.

Of course. Thank you.

Um, unfortunately,
there's not a lot to tell.

Still no sign of your boy.

You haven't heard from him?

Uh, no.
Uh, excuse me.

Is your wife back?

Tomorrow night.

Does she travel often?

She's a travel agent.

Part of her job is to go
to the places she sends people.

You don't go with her?

Sometimes.
Not this time.

Does she play?

No.

Uh... sorry.

Does any of this have
anything to do with Kyle?

Does he know about the affair?

What affair?

You and Alison.

Sorry?

She may have been
universally despised,

but, damn, she knew
how to reel in the menfolk.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Yeah, you do.

And I have her phone records,

and the two of you did
a lot of talking.

I'll bet these bursts
of communication match up nicely

with when your wife was away.

We were talking
committee business.

And she told someone
you were having an affair.

Neil.

I'll take that as a yes
to the affair, then, shall I?

You can do what you'd like.

Whatever we had ended ages ago.

When she dumped you
for the gardener

because you became too clingy
for her liking.

Does this mean you think
that I killed her?

It means you kept a secret
from me.

That's the whole thing
with affairs.

True.

And if she was so keen
to share with Neil,

why did she not share her plans
to scupper their property deal?

You know that cost him
a lot of money.

Money he doesn't have.

Yeah. She was a class act
all around, eh?

She had her moments.

Nice chat. Thanks.

Fore!

Almost hit me.

Yeah, almost.

My bad.

I bet him 10 bucks
he could scone you.

I thought sconing people
was frowned on in golf.

Only other golfers.

You out for a stroll
or something?

Yeah, something like that.

Well, you better be careful.

Dangerous thing to do
around here.

So I'm learning.

A good walk spoiled.

Isn't that what they say
about golf?

Somebody might have said it,
yes.

No Roger or Neil today?

It's Wednesday.

Us retired folks can play
anytime we like.

True.

Nice drive.

You still got it.

Yeah. Sometimes.

They, uh, must have been
good years,

you and Curtis, your best mate,

battling it out to be top dog
at the club.

Yeah, they were.

But then he got
the girl and you didn't,

and all that ended.

I presume
you're referring to Alison.

It wasn't like that.

I knew what she was on about
the moment she showed up.

Curtis disagreed.

So, she cost you
your friendship.

I've been trolling
through the club records.

When Alison fired
the last club manager,

he proposed Janet Grimm
for the job and fought for her

over Alison's objections.

Same deal with Hamish Grimm
and the greenkeeper's job,

even though
he was so not qualified.

I was helping him, teaching him.
Something wrong with that?

Very fatherly.

Not at all.

I just believe some people
deserve a break, that's all.

And other people just get
what they deserve, eh?

You guys voted against the sale
of the course?

Take a look around you, mate.

Look at all this.

Imagine what it'll be like
with 15 lifestyle blocks,

refugees from the city
gawking in at us.

Of course we voted against it.

Enjoy your round, gents.

Hey.

Hope I didn't wake you.

No. In fact, I was just
about to call you.

I got in first.

Hey, can you get
the forensic guys to where I am?

Is it urgent?

Only in terms
of solving a murder.

No. I mean they're a little bit
busy at the moment.

- Why?
- We found the murder weapon.

Did you, now?

Whereabouts are you, then?

A bunch of cyclists out for their morning
ride saw something in the culvert.

One of them has a cousin
who is one of our guys.

He was talking about it
at a barbecue last night,

so they called it in.

On the one hand, good.

On the other hand,
bollock the idiot that blabbed.

Already done.

They want to know
if they can go now.

Statements taken?

Nothing to take.

They saw.
They called it in.

And now they're a bit snotty

that their ride
has been interrupted.

Cyclists.
Worse than bloody golfers.

Yeah, they can pedal off.

Done, then.

What are they doing here?

Oh, yeah.

Guess who lives
three houses along.

They never did come in to give
their statements, did they?

Nope.
Do you want me to...

Oh, no.
This one's all mine.

Thank you
for agreeing to see me.

That stuff down the road,

it doesn't have anything to do
with us.

I'm not here to talk about that.

I'm here to understand
the game of golf.

You both play, right?

Did.

The big board on the wall says
you're both very good.

A round of golf takes hours,
Detective Shepherd.

There are more pleasant ways
to pass the time.

Especially if you're spending those hours
playing against someone you despise.

Can put you off.

Yet when Doug got you the job
at the club, you went back.

Ali Stone was never one
for the clubhouse.

The course and the bedroom
were her domain.

Also, I needed the money.

After she fired you
as farm manager.

A female farm manager.
Unusual.

Start off as a farmhand.

Learned on the job.

From Curtis Stone.

Why did you give up?

Uh, just kind of
didn't want to play anymore.

Well, according to the club records, you
were asked to leave. Isn't that right?

Yeah, sort of.

You punched someone
during match play.

Yep.

Doug Randall.

He was cheating.

I called him on it.

He denied it and started in
on me, so I smacked him.

Not very golf.

Neither is cheating.

Yet it was Doug

who got you the job at the club,
right?

Yeah.
We get on better now.

You still lose
your temper sometimes?

What's all this got to do
with Alison's death?

It's a tapestry thing.

Excuse me.

Oh, I have to get this.
Sorry.

Kristin, I'm still with
Janet and Hamish Grimm.

Is it urgent?

We found Kyle Harrington.

Our apologies.
We'll finish this later.

We haven't got
anything more to say.

Really?

'Cause I've got lots of
question, starting with...

Does Hamish know
that Doug's his father?

He's not.

Then why is Doug
your knight in shining armor?

Because sometimes
there are good people.

He's Curtis Stone's son,
isn't he?

Did Alison know?

Is that why she fired you?

Did she know?

Because knowingly taking her dead husband's
son as her lover is really very...

Creepy?

Yeah. She knew.

You must have hated her so much.

Next time we talk, you'd better
come with an arrest warrant.

The farmer came in
and found him stealing food.

Kyle took to him with a machete.

The farmer get out okay?

Yeah, he's pretty shaken up,
but he's still in one piece.

Harrington's still in there?

Yeah. The place is surrounded.

There are guns in the house.

Please tell me
they're locked in a gun safe.

Unfortunately,
the farmer is renovating.

He can't quite remember
if they're still locked up.

All righty, eh?

What are you doing?

Breaching protocol.

Wait and appeal, Mike.

There's a lot of sense
to that protocol.

Yeah.

But that will involve waiting.

Kyle, you in there?

I'm Mike Shepherd.

I'm a police officer.

One of the nice ones,
I'd like to think.

Can you hear me?

Kyle, I need you to open
the door and let me in...

just me, no one else...

before the guys
with the high-powered rifles

get involved.

Neither of us want that, eh?

Kyle, no one's gonna shoot you
while I'm here.

The... The paperwork
would be horrendous.

And I don't have a gun 'cause
I can't shoot to save myself.

All I want to do is talk.

I didn't kill her.

Okay.

Good to know.

'Cause that would make it
even more stupid...

getting shot over a few bucks,

a few bottles of booze,

and some lousy trophies,
wouldn't it?

Good.

Coming in now, okay?

No tricks.

No tricks.

Don't try anything stupid.

You okay?

What do you think?

Yeah.
Probably been better.

Any chance
we can sit down and talk?

I didn't kill her.

So you said.

Yeah, but you think I did.

- Why?
- What do you mean, "Why?"

You're the one
with the army outside

waiting to waste me for it.

No, I mean
why do you, Kyle, think

that we think that you did it?

Because she hated me.

Everyone knows that.

And I hated her.

We were always fighting.

She was always
trying to break us up.

- You and Nicky?
- Yeah.

Ah. When did the path of young
love ever run smooth, eh?

I don't know.

Never mind.

Not really important, is it?

She is to me... Nicky.

I love her.

Yeah. I guess you do.

Is that why you became
the Clubhouse Bandit?

Not one of the great
criminal names, by the way.

Look, I didn't choose it.

I only did it 'cause we needed
the money and stuff,

so she wouldn't have to go back
and live with her mum.

And ripping off
your father's club

is kind of like giving him
the big middle finger, right?

Did you ever break in
to that greenkeeper's shed?

Once.

Nothing in there worth stealing,

nothing I could flog off
easy enough.

So, you weren't anywhere near
that shed

when Alison Stone was killed?

Oh, no.

I wasn't even out of bed.

Really?

- Yeah, I was with Nicky. Ask her.
- I have.

And what does she say?

- That you were with her.
- See?

Then she changed her story.

Then she told us that you
weren't anywhere to be seen

when she woke up,

that you didn't come
back to the house

until just before
Detective Sims showed up.

She never said that.

Yeah, she did, Kyle,

right after
it was pointed out to her

that, with her mother dead,
she inherits the farm,

which is about the best motive
I've got so far for this murder.

Oh, Nicky wouldn't kill anyone.

She couldn't.

How would you know?

You weren't with her
that morning.

She could have been out doing whatever she
damn well liked, like inheriting a farm.

Or did she get you
to do it for her, Kyle,

solve a few problems?

Look, I told you.
I didn't kill her.

No Alison.

The two of you
with your own farm.

Brilliant result.

That's total crap!

Listen to me, Kyle.

Nicky says you weren't with her,

which means she has no alibi,

like you have no alibi.

Couldn't the two of you have cooked
up a decent alibi between you?

Do you see where this is going?

Do you see how easy
it would be to construct a case

that would send the two of you
to prison for the next 15 years?

You need to start telling me
the truth, Kyle.

Where were you that morning?

You weren't with Nicky,
were you?

No.

Good man.

So, tell me where you
actually were.

Okay, everybody!

We're coming out!

Everybody, lower your guns.

Kyle is unarmed,
and he's giving himself up.

You did the right thing, Kyle.

I'll make sure
everyone knows it, all right?

Okay, let's go.

Where?

To better understand the inner
workings of golf, Brokenwood-style.

You have to get it to the hole
for it to have a chance.

Know a little bit about golf,
do you?

Me? Nah.
Just stands to reason.

I went to your store.
They said you were out here.

I like to get out when I can.

With your, uh, Wednesday game
so rudely interrupted?

I hardly think
a game curtailed matters

- compared with Alison's death.
- True.

I'd have given you that.

I don't believe in gimmes.

Even when you're playing
on your own?

The hole's not finished
until the ball is in the hole.

How can I help you, Detective?

First things first.
We've arrested your son.

Which was better
than shooting him,

which was
the popular alternative.

Yes. Of course.

How is he?

He knows he'll be facing
some pretty serious charges...

burglary,
home invasion, assault.

- And murder.
- No.

It was her, then?

Nicky?

Yes.

Ah, Nicky Stone is way too
messed up to murder her mother

without actually getting caught
with the ax in her hand.

No.
As it turns out, I was right.

Kyle was very much the
sacrificial lamb in the story.

Nothing shocking in that.

There's often
a sacrifice involved.

You must think
I'm a terrible father,

playing golf while my son
is the subject of a manhunt.

We all need places
to get away from things.

Something like that.

Carry on. Kyle's not
going anywhere for ages.

I've got a few questions to ask.

We can talk while you play?

Nice shot.

Thank you.

So, what did you want to ask me?

When did you find out?

Find out what?

Alison's plans for the course,
for this land.

When she and Neil tabled their
proposal to buy the course.

- Half the course.
- Yes.

Oh, not that plan.
Her true plans.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

See, I'm picking
you knew all along

and that's why you voted

to accept the deal
to halve the course.

I mean, nine holes twice

is better than no holes at all,
right?

I voted the way I did for pragmatic
reasons... to save the club.

See, I don't think
you're a pragmatist, Roger.

I think you're an idealist
who believes passionately

in the great and honorable game
of golf.

You love the game and this club
so much

that you've actually read
and understood the club charter,

the founding document.

I know you've read it.

Doug and Walter haven't read it.

Neil should have read it,
but he didn't.

I've read it
because that's my job.

And we both know that Alison
has certainly read it

'cause I've got her copy.

I would have loved to have been
a fly on the wall

when she read the bit that says
if the club becomes insolvent...

and therefore ceases to exist...

then the land
that the Stone family

so generously gave
to found the club

reverts to them, to her.

In that moment,

she realized she didn't
have to buy half the club,

that she could get
the whole thing for free.

But you knew that,
and you kept it to yourself,

hoping she wouldn't notice.

But when she changed her vote,
you knew exactly why.

And so you confronted her
in the car park afterwards.

Alison.

Please, please don't do this.

What? Take back the land
that rightfully belongs to me?

Kill this club.

This club is failing.

It's inevitable
it will go under, Roger,

whether you cut it in half
or not.

Move on.
Get over yourself.

That is ridiculous.

But I know exactly
how you did it

and how you tried to make it
look like everyone except you.

You said you arrived at the club
at just before 8:00, right?

- Which I did.
- Which you did.

But the first time you arrived
was significantly earlier,

at 6:30.

You knew Neil was there,

but he was sleeping off a bender
on the couch in the office,

so it was relatively risk-free

when you went in
to use the phone.

Why would I want to do that?

To call Alison.

So, now you have me
calling Alison

at 6:30 in the morning?

At 6:31, to be precise,

to tell her about the break-in.

Hello?

It's Roger.

The club's been hit again.

- Ugh. What?
- The small shed, the trash place.

Oh, for God's sake.

I'll meet you there.

Of course.
I'll see you soon.

Of course, you knew
exactly where Alison would be

at that point in time

and, therefore, how long it
would take her to get there,

but you had to get there first.

You'd walked it out a few times,
so you knew, in basic terms,

how long you had
till Alison got to the shed.

You'd been thinking about it
for a while.

You waited to see if she'd find
the hand-back clause

in the 100-year-old document,

long enough for you to decide

how you would deal with
the problem if she did.

And sadly, she did find it.

Aah!

I guess, in a way, being in
that suit, with that mask on,

made it easier...

like you could pretend

that it was this event
happening outside of you.

So, you've done the thing.

Time to get away with it.

First up, get out of the gear

and stash it in the boot.

Hell of a thing to have done.

So you took a moment.

After all,
you had a little time to kill.

Couldn't get back
to the clubhouse too early.

After that, it's simply a case

of driving a few hundred meters
or so to the car park

to make the appointed tee-off
time with minutes to spare.

Do you know what irks me most
about this?

That you're completely
barking up the wrong tree?

No. That while my guys
were doing their job,

the murder weapon
was in the boot of your car

and you drove out of here
with it.

Because you shared her bed,

you knew exactly where Alison
would be at 6:30 in the morning.

Because we had an affair?

Everyone knew she walked.

And you knew
the Stones had pyrithione

and all the other
associated equipment

and that she had it on the farm
because you sold it to them.

I don't remember the name Stone
on the list I gave you.

Because you deleted it
from your sales records.

Alison Stone, however, was
as meticulous in her finances

as she was in every other aspect
of her life.

Mike, I found it.

July 2007,
20 liters of Para-Blast,

active ingredient, pyrithione.

Do you want to do the honorable
thing and confess now,

or should I continue?

And why would I do that?

I haven't heard one thing

linking me to the actual crime
yet.

You mean like good,
hard physical evidence?

Like the tire tracks you left
when you got back to your car

and drove back to the club?

Or like the chemical traces
of pyrithione

that will undoubtedly be
in the boot of your car?

Your car, which is, as we speak,

being most thoroughly
investigated.

Given that
it's been out of circulation

for the last six years,

any trace of it in your car
is gonna look very suspicious.

Think about it, Roger.

Were you as careful putting
the stuff in the boot

the night before

when you followed Alison home

to get what you needed
to do the job?

Do you want to do the honorable
thing and confess now?

Not in the slightest.

You're not an honorable man?

I am a very honorable man.

I know you are.

That's why you killed her.

I wasn't aware that people
killed for honor these days.

Maybe "honor"
is too strong a word.

You find out
the woman who toyed with you,

who... who dumped you
because you got too close,

was gonna take away
the last thing in your life

that gave it any meaning.

You can talk all you want,
Detective.

You still don't have
anything real.

You mean like
the actual murder weapon,

with all
the associated apparatus.

For starters.

I'm sure you've
disposed of that very well.

All we have
is the bogus version,

handily discovered near the home
of Alison's toy-boy lover,

the greenskeeper.

Come on, Roger.

Even Hamish Grimm isn't stupid
enough to dump the evidence

just down the road
from where he lives.

You still have nothing.

I have a witness.

Rubbish.

What time did you get
to the course, Roger?

I told you.
Just before 8:00.

Then why were you seen leaving your
place at just after 6:00 a.m.?

Nobody saw me leaving.

Oh, but they did.

So, tell me
where you actually were.

I was at my place...
my dad's place.

We ran out of food, so I was
gonna sneak in and grab some.

Was your father there
when you got there?

- Yeah, sort of.
- What do you mean, "sort of"?

Well, I got there real early
'cause I was so damn hungry.

And I was gonna sneak in and
grab the stuff before he got up,

but when I arrived,
he was already awake.

When you say "real early"...

- 6:00 a.m.
- You sure about that?

Yeah, 'cause I was
thinking it was so weird,

Dad being up so early.

And when I got inside,

the clock in the kitchen said it
was 5 past 6:00.

Is this important?

Yes, Kyle, it is.

Does this mean
Dad killed Alison Stone?

And we know Kyle
is telling the truth

because you yourself
confirmed it.

Uh, do you know where Kyle is?

There was some food taken
from my kitchen this morning

when I got home from the course.

I presume that is him.

But, no, I haven't seen him.

Alison Stone died
an excruciating, horrible death.

But perhaps what is even worse

is that you were willing to let
your own son be

the sacrificial lamb.

That's not true.

If Kyle had done
something stupid,

like take on armed police
with a machete

and we had gunned him down,

then you most likely would have
got away with it scot-free.

That is really hard to stomach.

Kind of like pyrithione.

Come on, Roger.

Do the honorable thing.

Why do you keep going on
about honor?

Because isn't that what the royal and
ancient game of golf is all about?

You don't understand the game,
so you wouldn't understand...

Why you did what you did?

How about a little wager?

Because you're right
about one thing.

I don't understand golf.

It's wound up costing me
a marriage

'cause I used the game
to avoid her.

What do you say, Roger?

Hit it closer to the pin
than you,

then you do the honorable thing
and confess.

I'll take that as a "yes."

Ugh!
Ohh! Ugh!

Jesus, why did you...

You know that wouldn't have happened

if we'd just taken him
down to the station, right?

Where's the fun in that?

Stupid game!

True meaning of golf, huh?