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Good crumb. Not too chewy.

- Hey, hey.
- I'd say it could
be the seventh best―

- Oh, smooth. What is
it? Something juicy?

- Dumb video. You'd hate it.
- Honestly, bro, it's, um...

- Go on ― play it.
- Mm-kay.

- Hi. I'm Briar Lee.

I'm at Reuben's Cafe,

where the harbour glimpses
are super-pretty,

and I'm looking forward to
breakfast. Who am I kidding?
It's very late brunch.

- Oh, I recognise her.
She's a food critic.
- Influencer.

- Main man Reuben behind
the counter is a total dilf.

D is for 'dude', right?
It's absolutely D for 'dad'.

Well,... obviously
not, because I don't have any―

- My sourdough.

The sourdough is maybe not quite
as exciting as the pastry offerings.

- 'Not quite'?
- Good crumb. Not too chewy.

I say it could be the seventh
best sourdough loaf in Auckland.

This side of Auckland.

- Hey.

- I nearly gave up this time.
- Oh, yeah. I'm so sorry.

I just had to comment on a video.

Talk to me about a case ―
anything but bread.

- Actually, there may be
some bread in this one.

Bakery delivery van was
found at dawn on Tuesday,

three weeks ago, in a
lake near Rangiriri.
- Mm-hm.

- Josh Boyer was found inside.

They pulled the van out of the
water, but he was already dead.

Josh was 28 years old.
Part-time security guard,

also worked in a shop and on
deliveries for his fiancee,

Steph Rozentals.

- Wait. Steph Rozentals?
Of Rozentals Bakery?

- Yeah, I thought you
might've heard of her.
- Oh, finest sourdough in Auckland,

according to some.
- They make a pretty
mean Portuguese tart.

- Yes, well, Portuguese
tarts are mean.

They've got bugger all
custard and even less tart.

Coroner's report?
- Death by drowning.

They found water in his lungs.
Also traces of flour.

Occupational hazard, I guess.
- What kind of flour?

- Wheat, I think.

- You know, it says here that
Josh Boyer was a Navy diver.

Well, he'd know how to get out of a
sinking car. And blunt force trauma?

- Consistent with hitting his head
on the back panel of the cabin,

as he left the road.
- OK, well,

it looks like an accident, then.

- Time of death was
between 3am and 4am.

Maybe he fell asleep at the wheel,

banged his head as he hit the water.

- So why is this loaf
not rising for you,

detective?

- This is a delivery down south,

to some cafes that
Steph Rozentals supplies ―

you know, normal run, normal time.

It just seems odd that Josh
would fall asleep at the wheel

an hour into a drive he'd
done plenty of times before.

- You have a suspect.

Steph didn't divorce her
husband until a year ago ―

Zachary Rozentals.

They were a team,
ran the shop together.

Famously feisty the whole time ―

they were either fighting each other

or behind the proofing cabinets,
doing something else.

- Bakers are a passionate lot.

- Well, that has been my experience.

- What were the Rozentals
doing that night?

- Phone records place them both in
their respective bakeries all night,

and they opened as per usual,
so the bread got baked.

- And the Portuguese tarts too?

- So you gonna take a look?

- There are 20 varieties of
wheat grown around the world,

Harry, and seven species. So...

when I ask about wheat...
- I have more homework to do.

- That's right.

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- Paint me a picture of Josh Boyer's
life in the month before he died.

- On it. Josh is
all over the socials.

All of them. Never met a breakfast
he didn't wanna photograph.

And he spends a lot
of time in gym shorts.

Alexa?
- Help me out here.

There seem to be two
Rozentals bakeries.

- Zachary Rozentals set up a
rival one after the divorce.

- Which is which? I wanna
talk to Steph Rozentals.

- They don't say. Both shops
claim they're the OG.

- OK.

Hi. Can I talk to
Steph Rozentals, please?

- Hey, if second-rate breads
are what you're after, then,

yeah, Steph's definitely...
who you need.

- I think maybe I came
in the wrong store.

- No, no. Not if you want
good bread, you haven't.

You must be Zachary,

and I'll make my own judgement
about bread, thank you.

Can I have a sourdough loaf, please?

- I feel like I know you.

Where have we met?

- Previous life?
- Yeah.

When you
were more charming.

Thank you.

Morena.

- Morena.

Wow. I've heard so much about
the sourdough in this place.

That Steph Rozentals really has
got the magic touch, hasn't she?

Or is this your work too?
- Oh, no, I leave the bread to them.
I mean, Steph, I mean.

- Oh, you're the pastry chef.
- Milo's the name,
40 years in the game.

But you can call me
'My-lo'. Everyone does.

- Hi, Milo. Ooh, can I have
one of your custard tarts?

- No, no. You may have one
of my Portuguese tarts,

made with puff pastry and cinnamon.
- Perfect.

Oh, and the potato
sourdough too, please.

- Mm-hm.
- Oh, here she is.

Hi. Hi. Big fan.

I'm Alexa. I'm a bit
of a bread tragic,

I'm afraid, and dabble in sourdough
myself from time to time.
- OK.

Hi.
- Gosh, I would love to get a look
at the engine room in this place.

- Oh, no customers in
the kitchen. Sorry.

- Oh, I'm not snooping for secrets.
I've kind of got a few of my own,
actually.

- I'm sure.
- It's just that I'm really

fascinated by equipment
at this scale.

I use a Lupenschwegen at home.
- A Lupe? Wow.

I had one of those years ago.
It's a beautiful machine,

but if anything goes wrong,
you have to ring Dusseldorf.
- Tell me about it.

I had to teach myself German just to
get through to the customer service
department.

Schnell! You know.

So in a shift, we do 80
kilos of white bread,

160kg of sourdough.
- 160?
- Yep.

40kg wholemeal, 40kg multigrain.

- Wow. What kind of flour do you use?

- A good local organic.

It's not about the flour.
It's all about technique.

And with sourdough,
the quality of the starter.
- Yeah, true that.

I've been nurturing my sourdough
starter for the last 18 months.

- Well, the Rozentals Bakery
starter goes back 70 years.

- It's been in your family that
long? Like, three generations?

- Well, yeah. My husband's family ―

his grandmother's, but I got
it in the divorce settlement.

- You've been in the wars recently.

I was really sorry to
read about your fiance.

- Yeah. Yeah, it's been, um...

it's been tough. Josh was...

I can't believe he's gone.

- Was it a whirlwind romance?

- Yeah, he, um...

He'd stop by late on
his security rounds.

And then he started coming for the
best coffee in Auckland.

A likely story.

- Yeah, it's not very good ―
it's true. We've had bad reviews.

- Oh, not by that Briar Lee,
the Bread Whisperer?

- Might have been.

But Josh was just so
sweet and attentive,

and...

you know, he took me up on
a hot-air balloon to propose.

That was just a week before...

his, um... his accident.

- Well, sweet and attentive works.

Especially after your husband.

- You met him, then.
- Well, I accidentally
went in the shop earlier.

- He is an unbelievable idiot.

He thinks getting a fancy coffee
machine's gonna give him edge.

But if you want second-rate
bread, he is your man.

- Yeah, that's kind of what I heard.

- A customer uploaded this
a month before Josh died.

- OK, this is Zachary's.
See what you think.

- Like this child that I was
married to for most of my life!

- This is fine too.
Maybe not as good.

- Yeah, the other one's better ―
Steph's sourdough.

- Sorry, who said yes to who?
- Well, it definitely wasn't―
- No, I think it was you.

- Back off, mate. Get out of here!
- Oh, this is going well.
- Oh, shut up, Zachary.

- Just leave it, Steph!
- Is that Josh?
- Yeah.

And Josh seems awfully protective.

- It's kind of sweet the
way he swoops in there.

- I think Steph's big enough
to look after herself.

You know, she said that
the store had been reviewed.

Maybe it's that Briar Lee.
I mean, I can't find the review.

There's a big gap in her posts.
- Have you been stalking
Briar Lee online?

- Oh, stalking's such an ugly word.
- Gosh,

what if she likes Steph's
sourdough more than yours?

- Ha ha Just find me that review.
- And what about Josh, anyway?

- Josh left the Navy five
years back for health reasons,

but he's pretty fit ― he dives,

he kickboxes, he worked as
a bouncer for a few months.

Mm.

- So what did Josh post
about his engagement to Steph?

- Haven't seen that.
- Nothing on Insta or Facey.

- Hey. Bit of news.

- Here. Try these.

- Yep. It's bread. Is it important?
- I'll let you know.

- Forensics ran some tests
on the flour in Josh's lungs.

Spectroscope says it's a
European variety. Old school.

- An heirloom strain.

You know, there's millers here that
import this stuff, and then grind it
locally.

- OK. Is that significant?

- We'll soon find out.

- Morning, Zachary.
- Oh, hey.

- Look, I really adored
your sourdough.
- Oh.

- You've got the magic touch.
- Thank you. Appreciate it.
- Yeah.

Look, I'm a little bit of a bread
tragic myself, and I would love
to get a look at the engine―

- Hey, I realised how
we know each other.

Yeah. You, um... you took over our
order at Reuben's Cafe by the water.

- No, I don't think I―
- Yes,

I've seen you bounce in there
with an armful of loaves.

So how do you do it? You got a
little kitchen oven at home or
something?

- Well, it is true
that I have a small―

- And I know you work
for the police too.
- Technically in parallel.

- So, what, is this about that
idiot that my ex had a fling with?

Because he worked for Steph.
You know, he followed her
around everywhere,

I mean, he died
delivering her bread.

- His name was Josh.

- Right. And, look, sad loss.

But... once again,

you have the wrong bakery.

- When I said, 'Make
yourself at home―'

- Hey, how come you
dumped the Rozentals?
- Eh?

- Yeah. They used to be your bread
suppliers, and now they're not. Why?

- Well, because of you, Alexa.
- No. Really?

- Well, you turned up that morning
with this fantastic bag of bread.

You swept me off my feet;
I couldn't say no to you.

So I had to say goodbye
to the Rozentals.

- Wait a minute. You said that your
mother used to supply your sourdough.

- And you chose to believe me.
No good comes from discussing exes.

Oh, so there's been more than one?

- How many bread suppliers
have you had prior to me?

- Well, I don't keep
count. I have a cafe,

and my cafe has needs.
It's all about you now.

- So I'm your supplier.
- And I'm very happy with that.

But my bread's
better than Rozentals', right?

- 'Course.
- Yeah.

Hey, I almost forgot to ask.

Did you tell Zachary that
I work with the police?

- Well... Well, it got him
off my back when I cut him off.

- Mm. Yes, I do understand.

Only now you owe me.

Zachary Rozentals.
It's been a while.

Gidday, mate.

- Hey, I've, uh...

I just met the woman who's
baking your bread now.

- That would be Alexa Crowe. She's―
- Mate,

I don't know why you're wasting
your time on a baking dilettante.

You know she works for the police?

Has she got you here
digging dirt up on me?

- No, not at all. She did
ask about you and Steph,

and it reminded me I've
been meaning to check in.

- OK.

- ...nothing. Mate,
hospos look after each other.

And with you starting out on your
own, I thought I'd come and grab
a few samples.

Oh, OK.

- Not as such.
- What? Be quick.

I can't find anything about
Josh's discharge from the Navy.

- You called me for that?
- Yes, but I'm on it, Alexa.

Hi again, by the way. Discharge
is meant to be super-private,

but, yeah, nah. Everyone in
the Navy gossips like crazy.

- Navy dirty laundry
is Beth's speciality.

- OK, I need you to find out more
about Josh and more about Zachary
Rozentals.

I think that the flour found in
Josh's lungs came from Zachary's
kitchen.

- So he was there the night he died.
- Which means that somebody's lying.

Josh Boyer was murdered.

- I took Zachary's flour bag
down to the tech guys myself.

Do I wanna know how you got it?
- Nicked it.
- Yeah, I thought as much.

The flour matches the particles
we found in Josh's lungs.

And yes, they were inhaled
not long before he died.

- So Josh was in Zachary's kitchen.

- Which doesn't get us far.
What about motive?

- Oh, no, if ever a man bore
a grudge, it's Zachary Rozentals.

He's still furious with me for
taking one of his customers.
- Sorry?

- Imagine how he feels about Steph.
I mean, divorce can be toxic, right?

So maybe killing Josh was payback.

- Or he just didn't like Josh
moving in on his ex-wife.

- Or both.

- So you work for the police?

- Well, not exactly, but yes,
there are some loose ends to tie up.

- Some loose ends
about a car accident?

- Was, um, Josh living with you?

- Yeah, I've been, um... I've been
trying to pack up his things.

It's been a bit, um,...

- Right.
- ...hard.

- I actually believe that

Josh went over to your ex-husband's
bakery that night.

Any idea why he'd do that?
- Um, he didn't do that.

- Well, you said that he went
to work with you about 11pm,

and he was there cleaning all night.

- Yeah, I was doing the first round
of bread for the out-of-town
deliveries.

- So he could've ducked out.
You know, just popped down the road.

- No. No, he was there the
whole time. I checked on him.

And then he took the van out at 2am,

and...

I saw him off,

and then he drove
towards the motorway,

and that was the last time...

I saw him.

- Well, you shouldn't feel
bad about keeping his stuff.

Memories are all we have left.

- He was really tired.
He hadn't rested, and...

he'd been to the gym,
and then he went out to Piha,

and...

I shouldn't have let him drive.

- What time did your pastry
chef arrive at work?

- Milo? He wasn't with me then.

I was doing my own patisserie work.

Milo worked for
Zachary after the divorce.

He only just joined me recently.
- Oh, he got fed up with Zachary?

- Zachary sacked him actually.
He had some sort of meltdown.

He's a bloody idiot.
Don't ask me why.
- Well, that seems weird,

because Milo worked for
you guys for years.

- Yeah, well, naturally,
that's why I snapped him up.

- So when did Zachary
sack Milo exactly?

- Um, couldn't be completely sure,

but, um, maybe the...

15th?
- Well,

the 15th is the date
of Josh's accident.

- Was it?

Yeah, it was a difficult
day all round.

- Um,... well,
I was baking that night.

Same old.
- In a bad mood?

You'd fired Milo. What had he done?

- It was just that was an impulse
thing. I was shaking things up.

Milo had been working here
forever, and I've got...

I've got young Marigold now, so...

- You sacked him without notice.

Did he freak out? Did Josh
walk in in the middle of it?

- Well, I sacked Milo by text.

And what's Josh got to do with it?

- Your favourite flour
was found in Josh's lungs.

He was here that night.

- He wasn't.

And that flour really
isn't that rare.

Actually, have you checked
to see if Steph uses it?

- I think we both know that Steph
doesn't use hand-milled, imported
French grain.

- OK, well, the guy probably snorted
it up his nose somewhere else.

Look, boyfriend was a little bit
of a try-hard. Probably up for
anything.

- That boyfriend was Steph's fiance.

And she's suffering.

You didn't know he was the fiance?
- Yeah.

Of course I did.

OK, sure. Yeah, all right.
Steph's had a rough time.

Doesn't mean that she doesn't
have the hide of a rhino.

- The GPS data backs up Steph.
Josh's phone was in the city,

then out at Piha, and then
at the bakery until 2am.

- Anything interesting in his texts?

- There's a lot to Steph with love
hearts. Like, he's a total simp.

- Mm-hm. I think the
word is 'uxorious'.

- Hey, I've found Briar Lee's review
of Steph's place in an archive.

Very lukewarm. It had
actually been deleted,

and then she stopped
doing reviews for months.
- Uh-huh. Why?

- Holidays? Alien abduction?
It doesn't say.

- Well, use all your
skills and find out.

What about Zachary's phone?
- Text coming to you.

Here's the one sacking Milo at 1am.

Harsh.

- I was shocked, especially
by text. Not Zachary's style.

- You must have felt betrayed.
- Ach, they're both crazy.

Zach tried to apologise that
morning ― take back the sacking ―

I told him, 'Stuff it.' Yeah.

And then Steph offered me a job.

- Are those straight out of the oven?

- Portuguese tarts, yeah.
Made with puff pastry and cinnamon.

- Mm.

Don't you just wanna get
away from both of them?

- Oh, they're hard
to be around, true,

but they were a great team.

All that competition made
them perfectimo.

- Well, they're still
at one another's throats.
- True, true.

But Steph is easier to work with,

especially with Josh not around.

Sorry to say, but Josh
could be a bit, um,

bub-bub-bub, unhinged.

He came down, threatened
me at Zach's one day.

- Physically threatened you?
- Yeah. He said I should
quit.

He got stroppy; I tried to push
him out. Oh! He smacked me one.

And then Steph turned
up and dragged him away.

- Fancy.

I think Josh had anger
management problems.

He attacked Milo in Zachary's
bakery a while back.

- So maybe Milo pushed
him into the lake.

- He gets sacked, and then
he goes and murders Josh? Meh.

I want you and Beth to dig
a little deeper into Josh's past.

You know, find out if it was...

spicy and sweet,

savoury or stale.
- Already on it. Hey,

I might have some more information
about that Briar Lee review soonish.

- Oh my God.

Your digital sleuthing
powers are legendary.

- So,... you hated
Steph Rozentals' shop.

- Uh, hell no.
My audience doesn't want hate.

They wanna o hear what's
good, what's trending hot.

- Well, you weren't very
positive about Steph's.

- She is iconic,

but the cafe side of her
business lets her down.

- I noticed that you stopped
doing reviews for a few months,

just after the Rozentals post.

Comments deleted ― see you later.

- I'm back now.
Good bread is my life.

- But did something happen?

- After I posted that
Rozentals review,

there was an attack on my pages ―

spambots posting hundreds of links

to porn sites and incel chatrooms.

I couldn't do anything
but shut it down.

- Do you know who did it?
- It's very hard to
trace these things,

and it was devastating because
it's my livelihood, you know?

But I'm back now. So far, so good.

- You're not supposed to do the
interviews. I am the seasoned
detective.

And I'm the trained
digital intelligence analyst.

Also, it was Briar Lee who
you called a Gen Z muppet.

- I have interviewed
plenty of muppets.

- Not ones who marked your
sourdough as seventh best.

You weren't to be trusted.
You know I'm right, eh, Chowder?

So, tell me about these spambots.

- They came from a site in Croatia.

- Oh yeah? They hate Briar Lee too.

- Someone gave them money
to mount the attack.
- Is it possible to find out who?

- Yes, the spambots were paid
for through a PayPal account,

- registered to―
Josh Boyer.
- Will you stop doing that?

- I can't. I'm a seasoned detective.

- Briar Lee. A little surprised
to see you here, actually,

after that review.

Seems like you don't much
care for the bread here.

- You supply Reuben's sourdough.
That's amazing.

Seventh best is amazing

Anyhoo, you spoke yesterday
to my colleague, Madison,

about that review you
did for Rozentals bakery.

- Briefly.

- You stopped posting
after the spam attack,

and then you started up
again a few weeks ago.

- Yes.

- Just after Josh Boyer died.

You knew Josh Boyer attacked you,
so you knew it was safe to start
posting again.

- I just said the coffee was awful.
It wasn't even about the baked
stuff.

- Did he find you?

- He came to my apartment.
He screamed at me through the door.

Then the spam happened,
and it was so ugly.

I was freaking out. Major anxiety.

I went to see Steph Rozentals, and―
- Steph was involved?

- Uh, I don't know. I just
asked her to call him off.

- What did she say?
- Pretty much zero.

Not a word.

- Why didn't you tell
Madison this yesterday?

- She said the cops were
checking into Josh's death.

- And you didn't wanna
seem like a suspect?
- No.

I didn't want to admit I
was happy Josh was dead.

- Morning, Zachary.
- Morning.

- Sorry about the smell. Ugh.

Sorry. Sorry.
- Disgusting. I will find it.

- Sorry about the smell.

- Oh, Zachary?

- Yeah, it never stops.
- Hmm.

You remember Briar Lee?
- Who?

- She gave you a bad review
about three months back. You
know, about the coffee.

I've been doing
this for more than a decade,

and the worst critic I've ever had
was the man that I was married to.

Still is. Why would I care what
a teenager thinks about my coffee?

- So you didn't send
Josh over to monster her?

- Oh, yeah. That was, um...

That was actually
really embarrassing.

I tried to get him to stop, but
he was just really protective,
you know?

Eureka!

You stinky little shrimp.
- Is, uh,...

everything OK over here?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Cos your stunts are
like a Seth Rogen movie.

- Ah, well, you get your recipes
off the Internet, Steph.

- You know your pastry chef uses
custard powder in your danishes?
Did you know that?

- Are you aware that Milo's using
home-brand jam in your jam fancies?

- Well, at least people
fancy our jam fancies.
- Well, can I ask a quick question?

- No.
- Uh, when did you
start doing prawns?

Oh.

- Argh.

- Zachary?
- Zach.

Zach!

- Call an ambulance.
- It never stops.

- Zachary!

- The ambo said he'll need a scan.

They're thinking delayed concussion,

a bleed inside the skull.

- Delayed concussion?
When did he get hit?

- There's old bruising on the back
of his head. Could be weeks ago.

- Did he say anything
to you about it?

- Well, I haven't seen
him since he sacked me.

The morning after,
he said he couldn't think straight.

But we were arguing
by then.

- Did you have a crack at him, Milo?
- What?

I'm a pastry chef.

What,... you think
I'm that guy?

Excuse me. I need to close
up. One problem tomorrow ―

first time ever either
shop has been closed.

What a day!

- It's not your fault,
if that's what you're thinking.

Although that crack about the custard
powder ― now, that was a low blow.

- Thanks.

Do you think he'll be all right?
- Crack on the head, they said.

A bump like that can get
you days, even weeks,

later.

Unless itwasyour fault.

What did you do? Slug him
with a rolling pin?

Baker's weapon of choice.

- No, we've never had
to resort to that.

- What if it was Josh? If he circled
back in the van that night,

arrived at Zachary's kitchen,
they got into a fight―

- I mean, Zachary couldn't
even fight a 12-year-old.

He's just not wired like that.

- Even in self-defence?
- Why would Josh
wanna attack Zachary?

We were engaged.
Zachary was irrelevant.

- You're very upset.

Even despite everything
Zachary's done.

- I'm upset because I don't
want my husband to die.

Oh yeah. Yeah. Yeah,
of c― Yeah.

Ex-husband.

- Weird. Josh didn't post a single
thing about his proposal to Steph.

- Even though he hired
a hot-air balloon?

- I was engaged once,

but she left me for some actor dude.

Glad there was no social media
oversharing back in my day.

That would have been shameful.
- Mm.

- So shameful.
- Thanks for your sympathy.

Oh. Navy buddy. I'm on.

And I'm due at a hospital
stake-out. Exciting

- Mm.

- Hey!
- Hey, sis.
- What's this?

- It's your first dividend as number
one investor in my company.

- Getting paid in avocados now?
- Yeah, let's just go
with that, shall we?

- You're not gonna last long if
you keep stealing their fruit.

- Ah, it was tucked away in a
corner. They didn't even know
they had it.

- Do you keep saying that
about their life savings?
- Oh.

Ooh, hey, look at this. My mate.

Chowds. Hello, buddy.

What's going on here, then? You
scoping out the competition, are ya?

- Yeah, kind of.
- This one was closed today.
- That's right.

- Mm.
- How did you know that?
Are you a regular there?

- Well, sort of. I did have

the best bread I've ever had in my
entire life from there a while back.

- All right. Bold claim, buster.
- Oh, yes, yes, your
bread is very good.

All right? But this ―
I'm telling you, it was sublime.

But it must have been a one-off.
They've never had the same bread
back since.

- Oh yeah? What was
so special about it?

- I don't know. It was just
different from the usual.

The baker swore blind that
it was the same as always,

but I do not agree.
- When exactly was this?

- I dunno, about three weeks ago?
It was definitely a Tuesday,

cos I took a little loaf
to my Tuesday client.

She loved it. She agreed ― delish.

I've been back every Tuesday since,
and so far, it's the same old
sourdough.

Not that there's anything
wrong with sourdough.

I'm telling you, though,
you've gotta try this stuff.

Next time they have it,
I'm gonna stock the freezer.

- OK. Thanks, Will.
- Oh yeah. No, you're welcome.

You don't have any use
for guavas, do ya?

Got a client, he doesn't know he's
got a whole hedge full of them.

Ooh.

- Nice fish, Josh.

- Wait, wait, wait.
Wait for me. Wait for me.
- Steph, it's all right.

- Just wait. I'll help you.
- Yeah, I'm all right.

- Alexa.

I'm perfectly fine.
There's no need to check up on me.

- No, I'm more concerned
about Zachary's health.

Can I talk to him?

- Yeah. Zachary's, um―

- Where'd you stash him?
The old marital bed?

- Well, Zachary and I...

seem to be having a moment.

There's still something between us.

- Well, you were married a long time.

- Yeah. When Josh had
his accident, Zach was...

He was really there for me,
you know? It was comforting.

I guess we've rekindled.

The loaf rose twice.

- I'd like to talk to Zachary.
- He's actually asleep.
Well, he should be.

Can we do this another time maybe?

- You lied about your
engagement to Josh.

You said no, didn't you?

How did he take it? You know,
given that he's got a temper and all.

- Look, it wasn't a flat no.

It was more of a 'not yet'.

He wasn't pleased,
but he sucked it up.

- So why lie about it?

- I just wanted to
honour his memory.

I wanted to go to
his funeral as a fiancee,

not as some woman
he'd shacked up with.

- Why do you and Zachary persist
with this charade of a feud?

You're back together.

- We've fought a long war.

It's part of the
Rozentals brand now.

People love it.

- Are you saying
Josh was a psychopath?

- No. Psychopath has a
very specific meaning.

- Yes, I know. But thank
you for Mad-splaining.

- I'd say Josh is an angry dude.
Like, beyond an orc ― he's
definitely Uruk-hai.

- What?
- He was kicked out of the Navy.

He got into a brawl
in a pub near his base

with three civilians and put
two of them in hospital.

- Oh, they kept that quiet.

- Can't have violent people
in the Defence Forces.

- In fact, those texts of his that
you sent me, they were kind of shouty
too.

His plumber copped it; also a real
estate agent who spammed him.

- Well, I might forgive
him that one.

- Josh worked as a bouncer after the
Navy, but never in one job for long.

The punters, they...
pressed his buttons too easily.

- So many fractured jaws; never his.

- You know, Steph had to keep
him away from Milo and Briar Lee.

- Briar Lee?
She didn't tell me that.

- Yeah, well, that's
why I do the interviews.

Hey, are you both the type of person

who would get offended if I put
a full stop at the end of a text?

- Hell yeah. It is so blunt, it's...
- And unnecessary.

- Really?
- That's really important, isn't it?
And you're not gonna tell us why.

- Let's you and I take a little trip
out to the lake where Josh died ―
Rangiriri.

- Ooh, if you're going out that way,

you have to go to this mean little
produce market just off the highway.

They sell the best pies.
You should totally get one.
- Ooh, that sounds good.

- We're working.

No pies.

So, the trip from Auckland
takes over an hour.

- Yeah, if you don't stop for food.

- So something happened to Josh
in Zachary's bakery that night.

What time did you say
Zachary fired Milo by text?

- Four minutes past 1am, but what's
that got to do with anything?

- Well, that's when it started.
Like, maybe a fight or something.

Say it took 10 minutes.
- Mm.
- And then moving the body,

I reckon they would've
got here about 3.20am.

- You think Zachary did it? Get rid
of the boyfriend, get his wife back.

OK, so he shoves unconscious Josh
into the driver's seat, starts the
engine,

puts it in gear.
- And watches it run into
the water good and deep.

Hmm. I figure it would've
been 3.30, at earliest,

by then.
- Zachary needed another
car to get back to town.

- Oh, he had help.
- There were two murderers.

Zachary and Milo?

- So if it took an hour to get back
to town, there's no way that Zachary

got back in time to bake
for the shop that morning.

- But they opened that
day, same as usual.

- Yeah, they did.

- All right, well, now
that the work is done,

stop at that place
that Beth mentioned?

Look, she texted me the directions,
and I'm starting to get hangry here,
so...

- Sure. Anything for you.

- What did you get?
- Kumara bread and one
made with potatoes.

Stays fresh longer.
- See?

Glad we stopped here?

- Good. Come.

- What's so urgent?
- Come here. I want you to try these.

Ooh, you're branching
out from sourdough, are ya?

- Yes, well, they're not mine,
so feel free to criticise.

Try that one.

- This is the emergency?
You know, I'm a busy man.

- Doing what? Stealing fruit?

Get involved.

- Yeah, not bad.
- Try that one.

- Oh, come on. How did you do that?
- Do what?

- This is the good stuff from
Rozentals Bakery I got that
one time.

- That's what I thought.
- What did you do? Did you bully
them into making it for you,did ya?

- No, Zachary doesn't
make kumara bread.

He bought it from the
markets out south.

- Ooh, that's a bit naughty,
isn't it? Not that I'm complaining.

- So just for confirmation, you

definitely bought the bread
from Zachary Rozentals' bakery.

- Uh, yeah. Is this about bread,
or did someone murder someone?

- Both. You got it
from Zachary's, right?
- No.

- No?
- No. They both had it.

But I wanted lunch after my client,
so I went to Zachary's. He had run
out.

Bam! The competition
had the same good stuff.

What are the chances?
Can I take this home?

- Yeah, sure.

- Hi, Zach.
- Whoa!

Oh my God. What―

What are you doing?
- Sorry I had to let myself in.

I just want to check
a couple of things.
- Well,

what do you want?
- If I can just borrow
your phone a second,

I will explain to you

exactly what happened
here three weeks ago.

- What?
- And maybe even why.

Zach.

I got...
- Hi, Steph.

Oh, you got Zach's message?
Actually, it's from me.

- And now she's just
as confused as I am.

- Three weeks ago, you came here,

and you found Josh waiting
for you with his speargun.

- No.

- He made you hand over your phone,
and he sent that text to Milo giving
him the sack,

and that kept Milo out of the way.
- Uh, no again.

We've already been through
all of this with Milo.

- Yes, but he texted Milo
in his style, not yours.

He didn't finish with a full stop.

But, now, you always use a full stop.

And I think you use letters
instead of digits,

which I applaud. However, Josh,

he came here to take care of you,

cos he thought you were a problem,

a problem for Steph's business
that he had to fix ―

I mean, taking care of Milo,
for daring to work for Zachary,

after he opened the rival shop,

just like he took care of Briar Lee,

for posting a bad review.

See, Josh had a history of using

violence to solve problems,
but you knew that.

He'd watched you two at each
other's throats for months.

He could not guess what
you meant to one another,

even after the divorce.

So when Steph came into the shop,

and she saw Josh had
left his phone and gone,

she could guess where he was heading.

- Um, where is this coming from?

- This is an absolute fairy tale.

- Yeah, a 'Grimm' one.
So, there he is.

He's got you bailed up at
the point of his speargun.

And at some point, you decide to run.

I mean, do me a favour, would ya?

- Oh, my God, you
could've killed him!
- What the hell are you doing?!

- I am sorry about the wall,
but that is a perfect match.

God, ballistics is
just gonna love it.

But now we've got a problem.
He needs a new weapon.

So he reaches for this paddle.

Well, not this paddle, cos he got rid
of that one. This one isshinyand
new.

You're duckin', you're divin',
and then Josh smacks you from behind,

on the back of the head.

What's he gonna do? Is he gonna beat
the hell out of you? Is he gonna
strangle you?

You don't know. But you fight back.

You get the upper hand,
and you knock Josh out cold.

And then Steph shows up.

What was it like for you? I mean,

there's your ex-husband
standing over your young, fit,

ex-Navy, ex-military,

ex-bouncer boyfriend.

I mean, up until that point,
it was self-defence, right?

You could have called the police,
but Zachary knew what to do.

He got a flour sack,
and he put it over Josh's head

and made you get in the van and
take the body down to the lake.

To drown him, to murder him.
- He was already dead. OK?

We were sure he was already dead.
- Would you shut up, you dick?

- And the road accident?
That was Steph's idea.

- You miserable prick.
- But the 'miserable prick'

did all the hard work
overpowering Josh,

right?
- I saved your life.
He was strangling you.

You were blue.
- So itwasyou.

You picked up the steel paddle,

and you took out Josh.

I mean, it was between Josh
and Zachary. You chose Zachary.

- She put the bag
on his head as well.
- Because you told me he was dead!

- Well, I'm not a medical expert,
am I? You said you wanted him to
be dead, Steph.

- No, I wanted him to go away.
But the lake was all your idea,
entirely your idea.

- No, no. Well, you made me
own that text to Milo. OK?

My best friend thinks
that I sacked him.

- Milo is not your best friend.
He thinks you're deranged.

- He thinks you're
a sour-faced trout, OK?

- Whoa, OK. Thank you.
Thank you. That will be all.

Actually,...

the kumara bread ― stocking the
shelves with it. Whose idea?

- His.
- Hers.

- You two give co-dependency
a bad name.

Don't touch me.

Rumours are flying.

A couple of top bakers are helping
police with their inquiries.

Can't say too much.
But, here at Rozentals,

chef Milo has stepped out of
the custard tart and finger bun―

Portuguese tarts,
made with puff pastry and cinnamon,

please. Hmm.
- Portuguese tart shadows.

- That Milo, he sure is a survivor.

- He's rocking the sourdough,
which is more than edible,

though maybe not quite as exciting

as the sourdough over
at Reuben's cafe,

where the baker of loaves has
been hitting new heights lately.

- What a suck-up. What did you
do to her? What did you say?

- I dunno, maybe I'm just using a
new kind of French imported flour.
Could have been that.

I saw Briar Lee.

Your bread's moving up the charts.

But who cares what
critics think, eh?
- I only care what you think, Reuben.

How come you chose my
sourdough over Rozentals?

- Well, cos life is too short, and
I just wanna work with good people,

people I can call family.
- Aw.

- But her bread's still
better than theirs, right?

- Fair question.
- Yeah, it's pretty good.
- Oh, no way, sucker. Come back.

- Pretty good, in summary. But
we need to work on the prices.

- I can be your eyes and ears.
- Now you're talkin'.

I'm going in.

- If you catch this,
I'm probably dead.

- My name's Olive. Olive Crowe.

- No. Don't pretend Adam Hall
was doing anything more

than profiting off your talent.

- Are you guys talking about murder?
- No!
- Yeah.

- You are!
- Well, she's a smart one.

She's really annoying, though.
- Yeah. Reminds me of you.