All language subtitles for The Brokenwood Mysteries S09E05 - Shot of Love 1080P x264 RB58

♪ Back in the beginning,
we were always willing

♪ Free with how
things moved along

♪ When you walked,
you went away

♪ But I, I know
you couldn't stay

Thanks again for doing this.

I had nothing better
to do on a Sunday morning.

What's Missy up to?

Working.

Hm, tough life for some.

I know you don't have any
friends, so happy to help.

Hey, I have friends, all right.

They're all busy today and
they told me they'd text me,

if their plans changed, so.

Why am I walking
backwards? You go up first.

Here we go.

Oh, you do have a friend.

Shut up.

Oh, that can't be a
coincidence, can it? Please, no.

Damn.

Damn.

This better be good, Aiken,
I'm moving house today.

Sorry, something
just didn't seem right.

I really hope this isn't
just a heart attack.

Thanks, bye.

If I was to hazard a
guess, which I never do,

I would say a heart attack.

Do you want me to give
Aiken a bit of a slap?

No, no, allow me.

But what about the blood though?

The source of the heart attack?

How does that work?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Yes.

Two likely causes, firstly,
I deduce that he stumbled,

falls heavily into
the upturned chair leg

hitting his perineum,
causing a sudden,

but violent shockwave
up his artery

straight to his heart,
bursting his atrium.

Mm-hm and what's
your second theory?

That he was repeatedly
kicked in the private parts

by a prostitute wearing
steel-tipped cowboy boots.

This could cause
the same injury.

That's a lot of
deducing there, Gina.

If Mike was here,
he would understand.

Where is Mike?

He's heading south on
a road trip with Beth.

Why?

It's the weekend.

Somewhere nice, I hope.

Well, don't know about
that, he's getting a divorce.

From Beth?

I didn't know they
were married yet.

No, not from Beth,
from his ex-wife.

Oh, my God, Mike is a bigamist?

No.

He's a Mormon?

No, no, he's just complicated.

Wait, Beth is going with Mike

to see his ex-wife
for a divorce?

Is that a good idea?

Hm, well, I bet
she's asking herself

the same thing right about now.

Thankfully, I gave
her my lucky charm,

it will keep her safe.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Granted, it's not the most
conventional arrangement.

After this is done, this
whole idea of going back

to Tiraha Bay, have
you thought about it?

It's a great opportunity.

Yeah, but you
have to want it too.

I do, I actually do, change
your pace, it's gonna be good.

You're absolutely sure
that she wanted me to come?

I told you, she insisted.

Mike Shepherd.

Well, hello, stranger.

Tabatha.

Guess where I am.

You're, ah, on the phone?

Yes, I'm on the
phone, up a tree.

- You're up a tree?
- Well, it's the only place

I can get one of these God awful
things to work around here.

Borrowed it off a neighbor.

You know how much I hate phones.

Well, at least you called.

I got your letter,
eventually, thanks.

So you'll come?

Come where?

Well, here, silly, where else?

I can't drive all that way.

Why, work? Still always work,
work, work, is it, Michael?

- No, it's just-
- Just come

and bring a copy of that
stupid, bureaucratic thing

and I'll sign it for you
and your new special friend.

Tabatha, it's an
eight-hour drive,

why don't you just post it?

Just come and see me,
Michael, one last time.

I'm with Beth now.

Well, bring her too.

What?

Bring her, I want to meet her

and I won't take
no for an answer.

God, my ear is hot,
is that normal?

How do you people live
with these satanic things?

I'm going now, Michael.

I'll see you soon.

Michael.

Don't even think about it.

Oh, she sounds-

Eccentric?

I was gonna say interesting.

Ever so slightly scary.

Ah, she's not scary,
she's just very principled.

Yeah, well, she's right about
one thing, work, work, work.

I feel like we're off
to slay the dragon.

It'll be fine.

Nancy Jacks?

Yes.

Detective Kristin
Sims, Brokenwood C.I.B.

Would you mind if I came inside?

Yeah.

That's my husband.

I'll give you a moment.

You see what I see?

Well, no one sees things
quite like you do, Gina.

Thank you, that is true.

I see she's wearing
cowboy boots.

You think that-

Maybe a bit of marital
hanky panky went too far?

And she left her husband to die?

You can have that one for free.

I'll keep it in a special place.

While we're on the surface

Let's swim away from this

My lover's ghost still exists

I know I can't go,
but what else can I do

When all our love still persists

Mike bloody Shepherd,
I don't believe this.

Ah, it's Marcus, isn't it?

Marcus Donovan, yeah.

Yes and this is Beth.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

Marcus used to run several
establishments in Brokenwood.

Indeed I did,

had a run of bad luck, you know,

so thought I'd up sticks
and move eight hours south

to get away from it all,
change of pace and all that

and look who shows up, Mike
bloody Shepherd.

How the hell are you, buddy?

Ah, we're fine, thanks, Marcus.

No one died, did they?

Oh, that's not
why we're here, no.

Good, well, you're number
three, it's just down this way.

God, it's so good to see
a familiar face down here.

Anyway, welcome to Lost Valley,

a great place to come
to lose yourselves,

lose your troubles, or
lose your mind.

No, seriously, I'll, um,
I'll leave you to settle in.

Oh, if you did wanna
hang out later,

do you know where to find me?

As I said, it can get a
bit quiet around here.

Oh, thanks, mate.

- Very generous.
- Thank you.

Oh, could you give us
directions to Fortitude Gully?

Why would you
wanna head up there?

We're just visiting a friend.

Not Tabatha?

You know her?

Oh, everyone knows Tabatha.

After the next valley,
there's an access road

off to the left,
cuts right through.

Good luck with that.

I'll get the bags.

Mike, I thought you'd
still be on the road.

Left at four
a.m., just arrived.

I want this to be
a very quick visit.

I saw an alert on my
phone about a call out

to the Brokenwood Motel.

Oh, well, it's all
in hand, unexplained death,

probably just a freak accident.

We're still waiting
on the postmortem.

Well, keep me posted.

Mike, don't you have
far more delicate matters

to attend to rather
than to be worrying

about some unlucky bloke
falling off his chair?

Still, if you need anything.

Which I'm sure we won't.

Happy divorce or
whatever it is they say.

Huh, thanks.

Do you think it's a little
weird that a man is found dead

in a motel less than 40
minutes from his home?

Yes, I do, which is why I
broached it with his widow,

when I dropped her home.

We were just
taking some time out,

been getting on
each other's nerves.

About?

God, nothing, everything.

Money, bills,

life, kids.

How old are your kids?

Nine and 11.

Mum's just taken them
for some ice cream.

Haven't told them yet.

So yeah, we argued and then
he said he was heading over

to Brokenwood to
check into a motel.

Had that sort of
thing happened before?

Oh, once or twice.

Next thing you know,
he orders a pizza,

groins himself on a chair leg
and it's, "Goodnight, nurse."

Hey, there's nothing more to do,

while we wait for
the postmortem, so.

I see where this is going.

Shame none of your
friends showed up.

You know, busy
people. Tip it up.

Give me a break.

Gina.

I was right.

Heart trauma?

Yes.

Okay, good, well, um,
file that with the coroner

and we can all get
on with our day.

No, you don't understand,

I was right in
more ways than one.

You must come and
I will explain.

No, Gina, if it
is natural causes, it's fine-

This man, he didn't just die,

he was killed.

I'm getting changed
again, aren't I?

Yeah.

I was right about
the heart trauma,

but your theory about the
chair leg was not correct.

Well, actually
that was your theory.

Kristin, please,
this is serious.

The cause of the trauma
was not blunt force impact.

What, steel-tipped cowboy boots?

A bullet or a bullet
fragment to be precise.

This victim was shot.

This tiny piece of twisted
metal was all it took,

lying in the aortic valve.

So you're saying
the entry point was-

The perineum.

Oh, yeah, that's, ah.

Swollen, yes, luckily
he dressed to the left

or the damage would
have been worse.

That's, um,

that's not your typical bullet
entry wound though, is it?

It was not the whole
bullet, only part of it.

There must be another
fragment somewhere else,

a ricochet perhaps.

But this fragment
pierced the skin,

it entered the aortic artery
and crushed the heart valve

before coming to a rest.

Hence no exit wound.

Type of bullet?

I'm guessing nine millimeters,
but we wait for the test.

So handgun, not rifle?

We'll know more soon,
you want another look?

- No, no, thank you.
- I think we're good.

Good.

We sign, we say a
quick hello, we go,

no need to get the boils.

Okay.

Oh, hello, weary travelers.

Tabatha.

Oh and you must be Beth, hello.

Oh, look at you.

Still got this old thing, I see.

Some things don't change.

Hm, so it would seem.

Come with me, sweetheart.

Come along, Michael.

Here we are, make
yourselves comfortable.

- Tea?
- Thanks.

Ah, but we, ah,
we won't stay long.

Oh, nonsense, you've
come all this way.

We must lunch together,

I absolutely insist on
making lunch for you two.

Well, I can catch
up on old times,

and you.

Well?

Ah, that would be lovely.

Oh, great.

Michael.

Shall we, ah, get this
out of the way first?

Oh yes, very well.

Gosh, I mean, let's
not stand on ceremony.

Not that our ceremony
was much, was it darling?

I mean, Michael.

Registry office amidst
a whirlwind of passion,

that is until someone died
and Michael was whisked off

to work for two weeks
on a double homicide.

Still, eyes wide open, eh?

Ah, right, I'll
just go find a pen.

Oh, I have one.

Oh, Michael, well, I can't
use that, it's plastic.

I don't use plastic.

I mean, look around, do
you see anything plastic?

No.

Gosh, how do you do that?

Oh, commitment, but I'm
sure I've got a wooden pen

around here somewhere,
just let me see.

Oh, look, we're in luck,
here we are, wooden pen.

Okay, right, let's
do this, shall we?

Oh, "I, Tabatha
Shepherd," that's me,

"And Michael
Shepherd," that's you.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Ah, maybe if you just, um-

No need to rush.

Just, just here.

Well, pretty simple in
the end really, isn't it?

Would you believe it?

Oh, I'm so sorry,

oh, apologies.

But not to worry though,

Owen at the local
store will have one.

You want me to drive
back to the store?

Oh, would you?

'Cause I realized we
need saffron as well,

it's one of the few things
I can't grow around here.

Owen has a secret
stash out the back,

just tell him it's for me

and he'll put it in
a paper envelope.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
leave Beth with me,

she can help me with
lunch, we can bond.

The windows were all locked.

The offender had to come
and go via the front door.

Did the victim bring
this or was it delivered?

Um,

delivered, this made
delivery 7:45 p.m.

A pizza delivery
person could come and go

without creating suspicion.

Hm, you're thinking there
was a tussle over the pizza?

Pizza guy pulls a gun, pops him?

Yeah, but given the
entry point of the bullet,

he'd have to have asked
him to lie down first.

Unless, and don't
say no straightaway,

unless the victim
tries to fend him off

with a Taekwondo kick.

The offender shoots
him in there.

No.

Okay, just working the angles.

Yeah and splitting your
pants if you're not careful.

Okay, well, the shot may
or may not have left residue,

but it would've left an echo.

A gunshot must have
reverberated around this place.

Not if they used a silencer.

A pizza man hit job, you reckon?

Hm, it's not Ray Neilson's
usual style though, is it?

It was a pretty quiet
night, 906 was empty,

904 had a young couple in it
celebrating an anniversary,

one year, can you believe it?

I said, "Wait till it's 20,
you won't be booking a room,

you'll be booking couples
therapy."

I will need their
contact details.

Just thinking back to when
you discovered Mr. Jacks,

did you notice anything
unusual in the room.

Other than him, no, I
thought he was just another

lazy guest not
observing the rules.

Checkout's clearly
stated as 10 a.m.

Mr. Jacks, we need to
turn this room around!

I'm coming in!

All natural, all powerful,

one pill gives hours of fun

to you and your loved
one, Erecto Magic,

feeling the greater good
through greater wood.

So the TV was on?

- Yes.
- And you turned it off.

Well, I'd just
found a guest dead,

I didn't want to hear an
infomercial for male stamina pills,

hardly seemed appropriate.

Did you touch anything
else in the room?

No.

And the door was
definitely locked?

Of course.

And when someone
walks out the door,

it will always
self-lock behind them?

Yes.

We will need to pull
your CCTV footage.

Oh, whatever gets you guys
out of here soon works for me.

- The Brokenwood Motel?
- That would've been Dustin.

We had a few deliveries
there last night.

Busy night, was it?

Roaring trade,
it's the new menu,

doubling down on the
whole avian theme.

Dustin should be
back any minute.

Great worker, really embraces
the Porky Pigeon ethos,

real stickability, why?

Sometime after Dustin
delivered the pizza,

the recipient died.

Whoa!

Steady on, are you
suggesting it was the pizza?

No.

Because I've got a triple
C plus food safety rating

and that took a
lot of work to get.

I'd like to talk to Dustin,

see if he saw
anything suspicious.

So it wasn't the pizza then?

No, Ray, it wasn't.

Well, that's a relief.

But I tell you, Dustin's
not the sort of kid

to get himself into trouble.

Dustin, D.C. Chalmers
wants a word.

What?

I said D.C. Chalmers
here wants a word.

Do you remember
delivering a pizza

to this gentleman at the
Brokenwood Motel last night?

Yes.

And did you go inside the room?

No.

Did Mr. Jacks
seem at all anxious?

No.

Hello, Porky Pigeon Pizza.

Is it a bird, is it a plane?

No, it's Porky Pigeon Pizza!

Super fast, super taste,
Superman.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Just put it on
the bench, thanks.

Keep the change.

Works every time, no
one ever wants the change

and I get to keep it.

So you did go inside the room?

Yeah, but only to
drop off the pizza.

Did you notice anybody
else inside the room?

None that I saw.

And you made other deliveries

to the Brokenwood
Motel last night?

Did you see any person or
persons perhaps lurking around?

What?

I said did you see
any person or persons

perhaps lurking around
outside in the motel grounds?

Oh, no.

Two Bat Bird Supremes
and one Iron Duck Man.

I've got go.

32 Tully Moore Ave.

- Thanks, Ray.
- All right.

The whole, is it a bird, is
it a plane? That was my idea.

Simple business psychology
equating any superhero

with a pizza and
what have you got?

Aspirational pizza.

Does Dustin have a
hearing impairment?

Well, he came in
complaining of earache,

but he's just young.

Young people, they don't
know how to listen.

Hey, ah, that bloke room 905,

how'd he die?

Thanks, Ray.

Detective, Long Island
Ice Tea, Flaming Sambuca?

Tequila Slammer,
what's your poison?

Just an answer to
a question, Trudy.

Oh, I'm no narc.

As you are often at
pains to remind me.

I understand a Fennella
Richards works here?

What if she does?

Just like a quick word.

What's she done?

Nothing, as far as I know.

She's out there
cleaning the ladies.

Thanks, you're always
so helpful, Trudy.

Floor's wet.

Fennella, remember me,
Detective Kristin Sims?

Oh, yeah.

Can we have a word?

What about?

Well, if we talk,
you'll find out.

Last night, you stayed at the
Brokenwood Motel in room 904?

With a Curtis Cooper?

Yeah, so?

The manager said that you
were celebrating an anniversary.

One year, wait till it's 20,
you won't be booking a room,

you'll be booking couples
therapy.

Relax, it's just a
joke. Enjoy yourselves.

Bit of a creep, I reckon.

Still, congratulations.

Were you aware of someone
next door in room 905?

Yeah, they were playing
the TV quite loud,

kept changing the channel.

And did you two
stay in all night?

Did you hear any other
loud sounds at any point?

Like what?

Bangs, a scream perhaps?

From next door?

Yeah.

No. Why?

We're investigating
the suspicious death

of a gentleman who was
staying in the room

next to yours last night,

we're trying to piece
together what happened.

Wow.

That's sad.

How did he die?

Gunshot wound.

You mean a suicide?

We're still working
through the possibilities.

Can you tell me where
I can find Curtis?

Why?

He might have heard something?

I don't think he did.

Well, still, if he
did, it could be helpful.

I don't know where he is today.

Okay, can you give
me his phone number?

Ah, my phone is with my
stuff in the staff room.

Can I just text it to you?

Sure.

Here's my card, as soon
as you can would be great.

Oh, um, could you just
give me his address?

I might try there on my
way back to the station.

It's, um, 47 Waterford Lane.

Okay, thanks.

Curtis, the cops are
coming, get out of the house.

Just get out of the
house and let me think.

Gosh, what amazing
soil you have.

Mm-hm, "All the better to
eat you with."

What?

Well, look at you
in your red jacket,

I was thinking you look
like Little Red Riding Hood.

"All the better
to eat you with."

I get it.

It's funny.

Ah, no doubt Michael has
painted me as the Big Bad Wolf?

Oh, no, not at all.

Has he pulled one
of his stunts yet?

Stunts as in?

Oh, surely you know what I mean?

One of his obsessive
close out reality

and everyone around him stunts.

Mike works hard and he's
very good at what he does.

Oh, yes, don't we know?

No, in our brief
tenure together,

one day, Mike suddenly wanted
to take a holiday by a river

and I thought, "God, a
getaway, that'd be lovely."

Turns out there'd
been a homicide

involving an angler,
a trout fisherman.

So less than an hour
after we arrived

at our picturesque hideaway
next to the Tongarira River,

Mike disappeared, I found
him downstream in waders

trying to master the
art of fly fishing

in the belief it might help him

get inside the mind
of the offender.

And did it?

No, after watching
him stand in the river

for all eight hours of
both days of our break,

I couldn't care less.

It's important work.

Yes, but is it more
important than you?

Oh, gosh, this one's a big one.

Oh, my God!

What?

Multiple crowns, it's a sign.

Sign of what?

Oh, nothing, nothing, no.

Sign of what?

Ah, so tell me, how
did you and Michael meet?

Okay, so this angle
covers the walkway

and doorways for 905, 906,
907 through to reception.

Darren Jacks arrives
at 4:20 p.m.,

he's shown in by the manager
and then 15 minutes later,

he leaves and comes back at 4:55

with what looks like the
six pack we saw in his room

and as he enters his room,
he crosses with Fennella

and who I'm guessing is her
boyfriend, Curtis Cooper,

there's some brief
acknowledgement

and then they head off toward
their room, then nothing.

He gets his pizza delivered.

Then nothing until,

the manager and the cleaner

open it at 10:30
the following day.

So that door remains
shut the whole time,

except for the pizza delivery.

Sims.

Really, nothing at all?

Okay, thanks.

Forensics found zero trace
of gunpowder residue.

That's one very tidy shooter.

One who has the
ability to evade CCTV.

Oh, he's back.

Apologies, that took
longer than I thought.

Oh, time's nothing
but a modern construct.

Sun rises and sun sets.

Saffron.

Fabulous, however, I'm
sorry to say, my darling,

that we now find ourselves
short of a pumpkin,

but a farmer friend two
miles back from the motel

always has them.

You're kidding me?

Well, it's the hero
item of the dish.

Possums got to my last one.

Tabatha.

I am not serving you two love
birds anything but the best

and given where the sun
is sitting in the sky,

we shall declare that
lunch is to become dinner,

so there's no rush.

Fancy a ride?

Oh, don't be silly, no,
we've got too much to do.

Beth's keen to learn
how to mill the wheat

to make the pastry, aren't you?

You go, I'm having
an interesting time.

Yes, off you go.

Jim Pringle's his
name, Piper's Gate Farm,

it's easy to find.

Thanks, Michael.

Now, my darling,
how would you feel

about me reading your Tarot?

Mike?

Any developments?

Don't you have more important
things to be focusing on?

Got a bit of time on my hands,
I'm waiting for a pumpkin.

It's very Cinderella.

Hm, so what have you got?

Okay, well, the victim was shot,

most likely nine millimeter,

CCTV angle clearly covering
his doorway tells us,

that bar a pizza delivery,

no one came or
went from his room,

a room distinctly lacking
gunpowder residue.

Talk me through every detail.

I'm back at 47 Waterford Lane,

still no sign of Curtis Cooper.

Well, that's what
Fennella Richards told me.

Just hang on, I'll chase her up.

Yeah.

Fennella, hi,
it's Detective Sims,

still waiting on that
number for Curtis.

Ah-huh, yeah, sorry, I forgot.

Well, could
you send it through now?

I'd appreciate it.

Yeah, totally.

Okay, bye.

What are you doing?

Giving her your number.

- Why?
- Because if I don't,

then it'd make me look
like I'm hiding something.

What am I gonna say?

Nothing, you don't just say
anything, tell them nothing.

They don't know
about me, do they?

No, Lila, you've
not been mentioned.

Thank God.

Okay, I think...

What?

We left the cartridge there.

What?

When we got up and left, I
was so worried about the gun,

I didn't see it, but
it must be there.

Oh, my God!

- You idiot!
- Me?

This was your idea.

This is a disaster.

Lila, shut up, I need to think.

I mean, the cleaners
would've picked it up, right,

chucked it in the bin?

If they did, then they
would've told the cops

and if the cops knew,

then they would've
already asked us about it.

So it's still there?

Are you sure they
don't know about me?

No, they don't, which is why-

Okay, look, here's the thing,

you see that public
picnic table over there?

You can sit there not drinking
coffee and talk all day long

about feeling overlooked,
but this table here,

I provided in exchange for the
courtesy of people like you

buying coffee off me
and drinking it here,

it's like buy a coffee,
get the table for free,

it's kind of a long
standing understanding.

Okay, we get it.

Curtis, buy us coffees.

This could be the beginning
of a beautiful friendship.

You are going back there tonight

and you are going to find
that cartridge shell.

But the cleaners
must have really liked-

The cleaners never clean
where they don't have to,

I know that for a fact,
check under the beds.

But why me?

Because they
don't know about you,

because Curtis or I
would look suspicious

and because if it
wasn't for you,

it wouldn't be there, would it?

Can we try another one?

Yes.

Oh, the Death card, interesting.

Death?

Oh, relax, when upright,
Death signals new beginnings,

metamorphosis, change.

Oh, okay, no, I can see that.

Although it is reversed,
which suggests stagnation

and decay, a sense
of holding on.

Let's try another.

Hm, the Five of Wands,

that suggests
rivalry, competition.

Okay, but it's reversed.

Yes, which means, oh, nevermind.

Ah, no, no, no, no, no, no,

we've had the potato
and all these cards,

I really wanna know.

Well, it suggest
you're avoiding conflict.

But look, honestly,

look, these, these are
just a snapshot in time.

Tomorrow, it could
all be wine and roses.

I've never dabbled
in these before,

I'm not sure how I feel.

Honestly, take it or leave it.

Although, I must admit, when I
saw that multi-headed potato,

I did sense that the Earth

was sending up a
message of caution

and it would've
been remiss of me

not to at least try
for some clarity.

Clarity on?

Well, it reminded me
of when my mother died.

The potato?

Hm, it was a dark day.

Of course, because your
mother died and I'm so sorry.

Oh no, not the death,
that was expected.

No, the funeral, Michael
promised not to be late

for the service, but of course
he was, missed it completely.

He got waylaid by some precious
detail on an investigation

and I thought, "Really, Michael?

Just this once, couldn't we-"

Oh, my God, that's so terrible.

I mean, I'm a reasonable person,

but your mother only dies once
and he wasn't there for me.

I'm sure he would've
been there if he could.

And I'm sure there were
equally capable police persons

able to step in.

Anyway, I didn't speak
to him for a week.

He put it down to grief,

but I admit it was the
beginning of the end.

So that potato,
for a moment there,

I thought it was my mother
rising up as a reminder,

my mother reaching out
to you to just say,

"Good luck, my dear."

Oh, what's keeping him so long?

Yes, well, I was beginning
to wonder that myself.

Old Jim Pringle no doubt
will be chewing his ear off.

No, seriously, I'm worried.

Well, don't be,
you know Michael.

You do know Michael, don't you?

Yes.

Hidden cloud sometimes.

Even so, I'm-

Well, that thing's no good
to you here, I'm afraid,

we're in a dead spot I
believe they call it.

But look, if you're
really worried,

my neighbor can give you
a lift back to the motel,

you can make a call from there.

Find Michael and that pumpkin

before the clock strikes
midnight.

I thought you didn't
believe in time.

I don't,

but you do.

Curtis, thanks for coming in.

No worries.

You stayed at Brokenwood
Motel last night, room 904?

Yeah.

With Fennella Richards?

Ah, yeah, yeah, I did.

It's your anniversary, I hear?

Yeah, yeah, two-year
anniversary, pretty stoked, so.

Two years, I believe
Fennella told my colleague

it was one year?

Oh, yeah, one year
of actual going out,

but we've known each
other for two years, so.

Right, so you stayed
in all night, did you?

Yeah, man, yeah, ah, watched
a movie and just, you know.

Cool, although I
probably don't wanna know.

What?

The details.

Yeah, yeah, nice one.

Or,

maybe I do?

What?

Wanna know the details.

What was the movie?

Um, oh, what?

What was the movie as
a matter of interest?

Yeah, ah,

I can't remember,
I fell asleep, so.

You fell asleep on your
big one-year anniversary

after two years, how'd your
girlfriend feel about that?

Oh yeah, she was, you know,
we'd had a few drinks and so.

Yeah, the cleaners mentioned,

that you left the
place in quite a state.

Cleaners?

The motel cleaners.

Did they say anything else?

About?

Oh, nothing.

Right.

Anyway, as you no
doubt already know,

an event occurred last night,

which resulted in the death
of a gentleman in room 905.

What kind of event?

Fennella didn't
mention anything to you?

No, no, but I didn't
hear anything, so.

Hear anything of what?

Hear anything of the, the event?

Well, you probably wouldn't hear

a heart attack, would you?

A heart attack, I
thought it was a gun?

What makes you
think it was a gun?

Well, you-you hear
things and you know.

I thought you just said
you didn't hear anything?

I didn't, I didn't.

Seriously, I don't know
anything about guns

or anything about
anything, anything about...

Here you go.

All right, really appreciate it.

Thanks, mate.

Hm, evening.

Hi.

So do you and Mike
fancy an aperitif?

Ah, no, we're good, thanks.

Right, right.

Mike.

Mike?

Mike!

Oh, my God!

Are you all right?

I'm fine, I'm, I'm fine, sorry.

Did you faint?

No.

Did you fall off the bed?

I was on the floor.

Why were you on the floor?

I was thinking.

Thinking,

while I was stranded
with your not so ex-wife

listening to her proclamations
and incantations?

Yeah, what's she been saying?

More than I care to know.

Meaning?

What were you
thinking about, Mike?

Us?

Her?

Not her.

Not me?

Work.

Maybe,

just this once,

you can focus on
the task at hand,

assuming that is still
important to you?

It is.

Then we've got a bloody
pumpkin to deliver.

I went down to see my
guy just after midday

The lights were out
in the cold house

And her brown eyes looked gray

Somehow

Somehow

It means what a lovely house.

I hope it never falls down
while you are sleeping

and I bring you borscht.

Ah, I can stay as
long as you like.

Oh, you like to take home
pictures of the victim too?

Too? Ah, no.

This one just has me, you know,

working through the scenarios.

Hm, would you like
me to help you unpack?

I could go through your things.

Ah, no, well, to be
honest, I'm quite tired,

so I was just gonna
have an early night.

Of course, we must eat.

Ah, actually, I was
gonna save that for later.

And bring bad luck upon
the rest of your life?

No way, where I come from,

when someone give you
borscht to bless a new house,

you must share it with the giver

or unspeakable tragedy may
visit you every waking moment.

Of course, what was I thinking?

You were not to know,
I'll get the bowls.

Which box has the bowls?

What's taking her so long?

I don't know, maybe she's
fallen asleep on the floor.

Beth.

I just wanna get out of here.

Me too, maybe we
could make a run for it?

And leave without the
one thing we came to get?

No, thank you and
then Tabatha and I

actually threshed the
wheat to make the flour

to create the pastry
on the courgette pie.

Yes, she's a dab hand
in the kitchen. Michael,

you've done well there.

Shall we?

Do what we came here to do?

Oh, yeah, all right.

"I, Tabatha Shepherd."

It hasn't changed
from earlier today.

Oh, all right, grumpy.

Right, oh.

Oh, what?

Oh, what, it's faulty.

You wouldn't read
about it, would you?

Oh, well, you're just gonna
have to take it back to Owen

and swap it out in the morning
for one that actually works.

It was his last one.

Oh, dear.

But you'll be happy to know
he was putting an order in,

hopefully they'll
be in tomorrow.

Oh, that's a relief,

we'll just come back then
and we'll take care of it.

Or you could use this one.

Just this once.

Michael, it's plastic.

Come on, you know I have my-

Principles, yes.

Excuse me, I need
to use the bathroom.

He's clearly not used
to raw foods.

Oh, Beth, darling,
Michael understands,

he's a man of
principles himself.

I know.

You'll be in safe hands

on the rare occasion
they're around.

Would you like some more wine?

Yes, please.

Oh, there we go.

There's wine, there's
ice cream, there's jam.

My fourth husband.

Drive safely, bye!

The whole pen thing,

you know she's been
toying with us?

Well, two can play at that game.

No games, please.

My God, how did you two

even get together
in the first place?

You don't even seem
like you're on the same-

Wavelength?

Planet.

Mm, wow,

it's like a bowl of
lukewarm beetroot.

Very good for the liver
and the armpit secretions.

Oh, thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Oh, this is so nice, you and
me having dinner together

in your new house
with three bedrooms.

So you'll be looking
for a flatmate?

No, I mean, ah, I haven't
really thought about it.

Sharing cost is a huge help.

Hm, um, Gina, you mentioned
that the time of death

on the victim was between
22:00 and 24:00 hours?

- Between 10 p.m.
- and midnight, yes.

And would it have
been instantaneous?

No, but fairly quick,
maybe one minute, maybe two.

You sure about that?

Kristin, I'm always sure.

I do like your house.

I left my western
shirt in San Francisco

And my favorite pair
of boots in Marseilles

And my cowboy hat's floating
out in the Tokyo Bay

These are just some of

Apologies.

Too loud, was I?

I couldn't sleep anyway.

That song you were singing?

Oh, yeah, Sin City,
oh, they're a great band,

real sing along stuff,
playing tomorrow night

at Rudy's Saloon if you're
in need of a boogie.

Ah, actually tonight,
oh, gosh, is that the time?

Goodnight.

Sure and I'll
knock it on the head.

These motel walls are
paper thin, I know,

but just trying to keep your
head in the game.

Mike.

He must have been shot from
next door, the next room.

What?

Check the walls,
somewhere, somewhere,

there must be a point of entry.

Motel walls are
notoriously thin.

Mike, who are you talking to?

Let me know what you find,
I've gotta go.

At 2:30 in the morning,

I'm hoping this is going
to be incredibly revealing.

Yeah, me too

and if not, blame Mike.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Lie on the bed like
you're watching the TV.

I could have done that at home.

Now cross your legs.

Okay.

More.

Safe to say, I'm feeling
very objectified here.

Oi, you, quiet
in the cheap seats

and just watch
the TV, all right?

Voila.

Get next door.

And there it is.

Best guess?

Air product.

Did you test for gun residue?

The place was cleaned.

You wanted to do the laser test?

Ah, yeah, just here, thank you.

Okay, they are good to go.

And you want me
to lie down on the bed again?

- Well, it won't hurt a bit.
- Thought you might say that,

that's why I invited
my mate, Waldo.

Well, who's Waldo?

Waldo,

loves this stuff, it's
what he was born to do.

He's been waiting patiently in
the back of the ESR guy's van

as he does day in and day out,

so if he missed this opportunity,
he might get depressed.

Do you want Waldo
to be depressed?

No, I certainly do not.

Hm, Waldo, don't worry
about the scary lady.

She may aim laser beams
into your private parts,

but don't take it personally.

Fire away!

Okay, light her up.

Bullseye.

See, didn't feel a
thing, did you, Waldo?

Unlike Darren Jacks.

Hey.

Look at this.

Dustin Ormsby delivers
a pizza to room 904

and doesn't leave
again for over an hour

and when he does.

He's half naked and running

like he's being
chased by the Devil.

What the hell's
going on in there?

Oh, good work, where was it?

Found it under the bed,

with her.

Hello, Lila, I'm Detective Sims.

My colleague tells
me he found you

in quite an unusual place.

Hello.

Under the bed of
room 904 at 4:43 a.m.

Why were you there?

I got lost, I was disorientated.

Had a few drinks,
must have blacked out.

Where were you drinking?

At Snake and Tiger.

- With?
- Friends.

And at the motel, I take it,

you were looking for something?

No.

Really?

You weren't looking for
something like this?

It's the cartridge that was
once attached to the bullet,

nine millimeter, otherwise
known as a Parabellum.

- Mean anything to you?
- No.

You sure about that?

It's not, no, I-I mean, I
don't know anything about guns.

So you'd never been
to room 904 before?

- No.
- You sure about that?

Yeah.

It's curious,

because I've been
watching a lot of CCTV

and most of it is
incredibly dull,

but occasionally,

it gets interesting.

Looks a lot like you,
wouldn't you agree?

Let's stop beating around
the bush, shall we?

Fennella Richards,
how do you know her?

In passing.

In passing, and
Fennella was happy for you

to gatecrash their one-year
anniversary stay over

at the Brokenwood Motel?

I know Curtis better.

Dustin Ormsby, you know him?

He was my boyfriend.

Was?

We split up.

Was this before or after he
delivered pizza to room 904?

Before.

And how did you feel
about him turning up?

Fine, no hard feelings.

Pizza was good.

Lila Hayes, you are under
arrest for being unlawfully

on the premises of
the Brokenwood Motel.

We will be holding
you overnight,

or what little remains of it.

- What?
- Up.

- Do you have a lawyer?
- No.

Well, you will be given
a list of duty solicitors.

To the left, this way.

Lila Hayes is entering a
period of quiet reflection,

while we wait for a
lawyer to be assigned.

Who is on duty today?

And don't tell me
it's Dennis Buchanan.

No, it's not, it's anyone
from Nathan and Associates.

And why are you
smiling at 5:30 a.m.?

Because Curtis Cooper's father

is a registered
antique gun collector.

I reckon that's worth a visit.

Big night?

What?

No.

Maybe.

Well, we really need to talk.

I'm late for work.

I'll write you a note.

Seriously, I can't be late.

And we seriously need to talk.

Oh, what is that?

It's coffee or is your
hangover so bad, you can't tell?

No, that's not
coffee, that's a really-

Free, it's free coffee.

So you and Curtis celebrated
your one-year anniversary?

Yeah.

It's romantic, isn't it?

Go to a motel, have
some special time,

bottle of wine,
some candles maybe.

I am interested in
how are a firearm

fitted into your evening?

Was that part of the
romance package, was it?

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

Where'd it come
from, was it yours?

- No.
- So there was a gun,

a handgun, I presume?

What is this?

This is you being
straight with me, Fennella,

where did it come from?

Well, your mother used to
own the Brokenwood Museum,

did it come from there?

There are no
firearms in the museum.

Did Curtis bring it then?

Why are you so
fixated on some gun?

Because a man is dead, Fennella

and the gunshot that killed him

came from the room
that you were in.

Dustin Ormsby,

do you know him?

Yeah, we've met.

But you've more than just met,

he spent over an
hour in your room.

He popped in.

Hm, he popped in and then
he popped out half dressed,

running for his
life an hour later,

so what can you
tell me about that?

He delivered the pizza,
we said, "Come in."

He decided to hang out

and then we played Strip
Jack Naked and he lost.

Do you know what time it is?

It's super early.

It's just after eight
a.m., knock-knock time.

What?

Knock-knock.

Who's there?

No, Fennella, it's not a joke.

Knock-knock is the sound
my colleague is making

on the door of Curtis
Cooper's father's house

right about now.

Curtis Cooper,
we'd like to come in

and check your father's gun
collection, is that okay by you?

Um, why?

We're checking guns in the area

as part of our
current investigation

starting with your father's.

Oh, he's not here.

Oh, lucky for us, you are.

Can show us where he keeps them?

Yeah, I don't, I don't know.

We wanna eliminate any of
his guns from our inquiry.

I'll call him for you
if you'd like to check,

tell him there's been some
trouble with guns in the area.

I'm sure he'll understand.

Wait, so if you come
in, they'll be eliminated?

That's a definite possibility.

May we?

Wow, would you look at that?

I'm starting to think you've
been lying to me, Curtis.

No.

You said you didn't
know anything about guns.

I don't, they're my dad's,
old stuff, muskets and junk.

Was one of these guns
fired in room 904 that night?

Doubt it.

I do doubt it,

it being a story that
you've been telling me.

They're like antiques, no
one's allowed to touch them.

Not even you?

No.

So you've never touched
any of these guns?

Probably good to
double check that, eh?

I don't know anything
about anything.

Mike!

I was down at Owen's
when the courier came.

Don't get a lot of couriers
around here, quite exciting.

Anyway, Owen thought
you might want this.

Oh, thanks, you've
saved me a trip.

You didn't see Beth
out walking, did you?

I did, I did, I offered to
give her a ride back here,

but she asked to be
dropped off at Tabatha's.

How do you know Tabatha?

I was married to her.

Wow!

Well, if you need a
beer later, I'll be, um-

Yeah, got it, Marcus, yeah.

Curtis, just through here.

Not so fast, Detective.

Dennis.

Have you spoken
to Mr. Cooper yet?

No, but we were just about to.

Oh, without me? How rude.

So you have nothing to link
that cartridge to my client?

Not yet.

Do you have anything to link
that gun to that cartridge?

We will conduct tests.

On what grounds?

On the grounds that this
cartridge was found in room 904

of the Brokenwood Motel after
your client had stayed there.

Where was it found?

It was found under the bed,

along with a friend of
Curtis' named Lila Hayes,

who had broken into the room,

while our team were
readying for a search.

Saved our team quite a
lot of time in the end.

Who's to say
she didn't plant it there?

- Oh, for God's sake, Dennis.
- Or given the declining

standard of
cleanness these days,

that cartridge could have
been there for some time,

could it not?

Any number of guests could
have dropped that cartridge,

but you come at my client
with a certain prejudice,

given his esteemed father,

the highly successful businessman,
Mr. Curtis Cooper Senior,

happens to be a collector
of classic firearms.

So tell me, are you
going to be testing

all nine millimeter
guns in the district?

As yet, we don't think
it'll be necessary.

On the contrary, I feel
it's imperative, is it not?

'Cause that cartridge
could've been expelled

from any firearm bearing a
nine millimeter ammunition

and until that cartridge is
linked to my client's Luger,

which is a rare and precious
piece of military memorabilia,

then any further
conversation is moot.

Still, we would like to talk

about what happened
in that room, Curtis

and whether or not you're
responsible for firing this gun.

Curtis, you're not
required to speak.

In fact, your father has
specifically asked me

to speak on your behalf, now
until you have probable cause,

then that gun must legally
remain in the hands

of its lawful owner and as
the owner's representative,

I shall be returning it to
its safe and lawful abode.

We have a fingerprint
match with the cartridge

and Curtis Cooper.

So Curtis,

how did your fingerprints
get on this cartridge?

Detectives, a
word with my client?

We'll get those tests underway.

You let them

- fingerprint you?
- I didn't know that-

Yeah, see, that's
your problem, Curtis.

Now, according to your father,
you spent the last 24 years

determined and not
knowing too much.

- It was an accident.
- I don't need to know,

all right, don't tell me.

Let me give you a
little bit of advice

and try to let it stick into
that porous brain of yours.

Just because you did it

doesn't have to mean
that you are guilty.

Let's get out of here before
they pull up the drawbridge.

Dennis was getting antsy there.

Yeah, but he'll be back
to his usual smarmy self,

if forensics can't match the
Luger to that cartridge, right?

So Fennella Richards
is playing dumb,

Lila Hayes won't say anything
without a lawyer present,

Dennis Buchanan's
unleashed Curtis Cooper

back out into the world,

but surely Dustin Ormsby saw
something, if not everything.

Ray, is Dustin Ormsby here?

Mate, I wish, he went home
sick 10 minutes after arriving,

still complaining of
earache and running a fever.

Ray, I don't feel so good.

Mate, we're heading
into the lunch rush.

I'm sorry, it's my ear.

He was sweating bullets
and I can verify that,

because I'm now standing
in a very damp pigeon suit.

You're saying he went home?

Yes, young people,
no stickability.

Oh, if you're heading
in that direction,

any chance you
can take these to-

No chance, Ray.

Dustin delivered a pizza to
room 904 on Saturday night,

just before 10 p.m.?

Yeah, last order, so?

He didn't leave the
motel for another hour,

didn't that seem strange to you?

On the last order,
he's free to head home,

he doesn't have
to come back here.

Oh, I get it, so he was
partying with the client.

Earache, my arse.

I'm pretty sure
he has an earache.

Dustin's mother said he
left for work an hour ago.

So if he's not
at home or at work,

he's gone on the ground.

Hang on.

Dustin?

Oi!

If you wanna get closer,
get closer, come on

Hey!

Don't take forever,
that'll take too long

Watch out, Frodo!

Sorry, Frodo!

Come on, man!

If you wanna get closer,
get closer, come on

Whoo!

Don't come any closer

or I'll jump!

Go ahead, then when you've
taken off your wet shoes

and rinsed out your
socks, we'll chat.

Jump or not, we're gonna
talk, Dustin, up to you.

I was gonna toast to drink

Today is going by

Leave your questions
hanging without reply

Things don't always
work out the way

They do in your mind

Wooden pens.

Bamboo, to be precise,

12 of them.

Oh, let's hope
we have more luck.

Where's Beth?

Oh, I thought she was with you.

Marcus Donovan said
he dropped her here.

Yes, he did.

Well, we chatted for a bit
and then she headed off,

said she felt like a walk.

And ah, what did you talk about?

Well, we chatted
about this and that.

She wanted to know more
about permaculture,

thought it might come
in handy in Tiraha Bay.

Sounds lovely there, she
said she'd been offered a job

and that you and she were
both planning on moving there.

Yes.

Don't you wanna wait for her?

Ah, we need to hit the road.

Well, it's been a long
time coming, hasn't it?

Are you sure this is
the right thing to do?

Whether you like Beth
or not is irrelevant.

Oh, but I do like her.

Really?

Yes.

The question is, do you?

Of course I do.

- Really?
- Yes.

You love her?

Yes.

And why are you marrying her?

Oh, come on, Michael,
you and I both know,

that loving something
more than your job

has always been a
struggle for you.

Which is why I'm
thinking of retiring.

You retire?

Pigs in hell might
freeze and fly.

Oh, be honest with
yourself, Mike,

if not for you, then for Beth,

she's a lovely soul,
she deserves better.

Are you gonna sign?

She wants something
you can't give her.

Well, that doesn't
come from a bad place,

just a place of experience,

of truth,

of love.

Tabatha,

are you going to sign?

Okay, Dustin.

I didn't see anything.

We haven't even asked
you a question yet.

Even still, I
have nothing to say.

So why did you run?

Okay, what can you tell
us about the events

from Friday night at
the Brokenwood Motel?

We know you delivered
a pizza to room 904.

We know you entered at 9:55 p.m.

and didn't leave
for another hour.

Long time for the customer
to take to find their money.

What happened in there?

It's time to come clean, Dustin.

Let's look at this
another way, shall we?

We know what happened,

we know all four of
you were in the room,

Lila Hayes, Fennella
Richards, Curtis Cooper

and then you joined them, a
shot was fired and a man died.

You were involved.

Were you involved, Dustin?

They're gonna kill me.

Who's gonna kill you, Dustin?

Curtis.

The other night
never happened, got it?

- You're hurting me, man.
- I've got cops and lawyers

crawling up my arse
because of you.

- It's not me, man.
- If you say one word,

one word, it'll be
you next time, got it?

Yeah, I got it.

- Got it?
- I got it, I got it!

"It'll
be you next time."

What did you take that to mean?

That I'd be shot.

So Curtis had
already threatened you

with some kind of gun before?

What type of gun was it?

I couldn't see anything.

No, no, Dustin,

we're not buying the
whole see no evil line.

No, I mean it,

I-I couldn't see anything.

Hello, Porky Pigeon!

Come in, the door's open.

Is it a bird, is it a plane?

No, it's Porky
Pigeon, what the hell?

It was an ambush.

So you didn't know
who ordered the pizza?

No and then the next thing
I know, I'm tied to a chair.

What's going on? Who's there?
Why are you doing this?

You know why, Dusty.

Lila?

You are now
seated in the chair of truth.

Fennella? Oh, my God.

We want answers.

Is that Curtis?

Are you cheating on Lila?

No.

Is that why you've dumped me?

No, I swear.

Don't lie to us, Dustin.

I'm not, I'm not.

And they just kept going at me,

on and on, convinced that
I'd done the dirty on Lila.

- Had you?
- No.

So why do you think
they thought that?

I don't know.

Lila came into work one
time and accused me of it.

You're lying to me.

I'm not.

Look, it's just not
the right time, okay.

- Says who?
- Says me!

I've got studies
on, I need to focus.

It's really not
you, Lila, it's me.

God, you're such a loser.

She wouldn't listen to me.

So take us back to
the chair of truth.

It got out of hand.

Really out of hand.

You know what this is, Dustin?

It's a cold, hard steel.

Please don't do this.

Of the barrel of a Luger,
nine millimeter Parabellum.

Do you know what
Parabellum means, Dustin?

- No.
- It means prepare for war.

I don't want war.

Oh, but you started a war
when you cheated on Lila.

- I didn't.
- Who is she, what's her name?

- There's no one.
- What's her name, Dustin?

I swear.

Tell me.

I can't tell you something
I don't know.

Do you know what
this sound is, Dustin?

The sound that says
prepare to die.

And it just went on and
on, they wouldn't give it up.

I could hear they'd
been drinking

and the more they drank,
the more they taunted me.

This little
piggy went to market,

this little piggy went home.

This little piggy had roast beef

and this little piggy had none.

And this little
went wee, wee, wee all the way-

Who pulled the trigger?

I don't know.

I couldn't see anything.

All I could hear
was the sound of it,

right next to my ear.

It was so loud,

it hurt.

And then what happened?

And then when
they were freaking out,

I managed to get my hands free.

Jesus Christ!

Just let him go.

Say one word about
this to anyone, anyone!

I won't, I won't, I won't.

So Curtis pulled the trigger?

I don't know.

I wish I knew, I really
do, but I just don't know.

That was a long walk.

Oh, away with my thoughts.

I thought I'd lost you.

You did.

Ah, Tabatha's signed.

Oh, I'm happy for you.

Hey, I've been thinking, um,

that offer back in Tiraha Bay

and the idea of us
both moving back there.

I've been thinking too.

You not working,

it's not gonna work.

- Seriously, I can-
- Come on, Mike.

It was a good idea
in theory, but...

Is this what I think it is?

I'm heading back to Tiraha Bay.

If Tabatha-

If Tabatha taught me anything,

it was to listen to my heart,
dig deep and really listen.

Oh, Michael will
always fight the bad guys

and we love him
for that, don't we?

Oh, of course.

It's his true calling.

Yeah.

But we all have our calling.

Just try to remember his
calling and your calling

may not mean that
you're called together,

when it really matters.

As with your mother's funeral?

It's not his fault.

It's who he is.

She told you about
her mother's funeral?

In passing.

Did she also tell you that
I was caught in a standoff

with a man I'd been
tracking for three months,

a man who had killed
a nine-year-old boy

and a 13-year-old girl?

No.

Hm, it was only him and
me as I wait for backup.

If I walked away at that point,

he would've been free to
do more unspeakable things.

She didn't mention any
of that part, did she?

No.

But she knew it.

And that is so admirable, Mike.

That is so brave

and there is so much
passion in what you do,

real passion there

and you'll always do it.

I'm sure with time, I can-

I don't need to hear

what you think I want to hear.

Are you sure this
is what you want?

No,

but deep down, I know
it's what I need.

Come here.

Well, this is a unique feeling,

I don't recall any yelling.

It's better to quit
before the bad stuff starts.

We should get on the road.

Eight hours is
a really long time

to sit in awkward silence.

Go far away if you want to

Gina should have this back.

I'm sure she-

Oh no, it's better
on her than me.

Bye, Mike.

Where you'll always
know where you stand

Goodbye, Beth.

Come back to me

When you want, come on home

Come back to me

Come home

Come back to me

When you want, come on home

So we know all three were
in the room with the weapon

and that it was fired.

But we still don't know
who pulled the trigger.

This is a picture
of your father's Luger

and this is a picture of the
cartridge found in room 904,

which as we have established,

is covered in your fingerprints.

And we have a witness
who places you in the room

with the Luger.

And the lab has
verified that the bullet

was fired by this gun,

so can you please explain to
us what happened that night?

On reflection, my client's
got nothing further to add.

Your client was seen
in the room, Dennis.

A witness told us that your
client was using this gun

to taunt said witness.

Did this witness actually
see my client holding the gun,

when it was allegedly fired?

No,

the witness didn't see him.

But the witness heard
him cocking the gun,

saying, "Prepare to die."

All right, I brought the gun.

- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- No, it's, it's okay.

I've, I've, I've got this.

Yes, I brought the gun,
yes, I had it in the room,

yeah, it was loaded
and it went off.

But just because I'm guilty
doesn't mean I did it.

Tell them, Dennis.

Another word
with my client, please?

By all means.

The legal definition
of what you just did,

is moronic.

But you said-

I said to let me do the talking.

Now, I want you to think
very, very hard, Curtis,

is it possible that
you pulled the trigger?

No.

There, it wasn't
difficult, was it?

But maybe, it was pretty
crazy when it went down.

No, wrong answer.

If in doubt, the right answer
is always, "I don't recall."

You got it?

Do you think he did it?

He said as much, didn't he?

If he didn't do it, you'd
think he'd want us to know that.

Well, hopefully
one of the others

is willing to offer clarity.

Okay, let's find somewhere
to chat, shall we?

Oh, sorry, Curtis.

Just try somewhere else.

Gosh, it's quite hard to get a
room in here today, isn't it?

Try room three.

Ah, here we go, take a seat.

So that was quite some
party that went on

in room 904 the other night.

We had a few drinks.

Yeah, but that's not all though.

I don't know anything
about anything.

Hm, it's the party line, is it?

"I don't know anything
about anything."

I don't.

The party line
that got discussed

at the Snake and
Tiger last night?

Who says I was there?

You were there loading
Lila with drinks,

so that she could
work up the courage

to break back into the motel
unit and find the cartridge.

Okay, you can do this.

I can't.

You can.

You have to, you're the
one with the most to lose.

Totally.

Don't.

And that's the real
clincher, isn't it,

that you and Curtis
aren't even an item?

But he would do absolutely
anything for you,

go along with your
outrageous plan,

bring his daddy's gun, play
boyfriend and girlfriend,

so that you could act out

this power play
over Dustin Ormsby.

I don't know anything
about anything.

But you do though
and so does Lila.

How else did I know about
the Snake and Tiger?

Actually, she's been
very forthcoming.

This plan to torment Dustin
Ormsby, was that your idea?

Curtis Cooper?

Was it Fennella's then?

We need you to say it, Lila.

Yes, yes,
it was Fennella's idea.

There's no way he would
dump you for any other reason.

There has to be
some other woman.

You think?

I know.

What exactly do you know?

I know a way to
get him to admit it.

Hey!

I don't pay you to stand around

and gossip all day,
Richards, come on.

Slave driver.

Leave it with me.

And the gun, was that
Fennella's idea too?

She said it would ensure
Dustin would tell the truth,

but we didn't know
it was loaded.

But it was.

It was never meant to be.

Curtis is just so in
love with Fennella,

he'd do anything to impress her.

You're saying he loaded the gun?

Well, it wasn't me.

This little piggy
went to market.

This little piggy went home.

This little piggy had roast beef

and this little piggy had none.

And this little piggy went
wee, wee, wee all the way-

Oh, my God, Jesus Christ!

Just let him go.

You say one word
about this to anyone, anyone!

I won't, I won't, I won't.

What are we gonna do now?

My dad's gonna kill me.

You didn't
tell me it was loaded.

- I didn't know!
- Ssh!

He's still watching TV,
he didn't hear anything.

We're gonna get done.

For what?

No one got hurt, but
Dustin got the message,

don't mess with a
10 like you, eh?

Yeah.

Find something to fill that.

Tomorrow we check out and no
one will ever know anything.

I didn't know it was loaded.

If I didn't know it was loaded,
it wasn't my fault, right?

Well, you may not have
known it was loaded,

but you still fired it.

She so did it,

she said so.

Lila might have
pulled the trigger,

but you told Curtis
to bring the gun.

I didn't know it was loaded.

That's strange 'cause
neither did Curtis.

Did you load the gun, Curtis?

I don't recall.

You either did or you didn't.

Yeah, but what
if I don't recall?

There's a lot at
stake here, Curtis.

If you didn't load the gun,

it would be in your very
best interest to say so.

In that respect, she's right.

So did you load the gun?

Then who did?

So when did you load it?

At Curtis' place.

He keeps them in here.

Pick any one you
like, he'll never know.

This one.

Nice choice, the Luger.

Nine millimeter Parabellum.

Is it already loaded?

Oh, we're not having
it loaded, no way.

We can't do that.

I'll find a bag, so it's not
obvious when we check in.

What were you thinking?

How could you have possibly
thought that would end well?

I was thinking,

that an empty gun was
like an empty promise

and Dustin was full
of empty promises.

And when did he let you down?

I got your Valentine's card.

It was nothing.

No, it was,

but I have to be honest,

I have feelings for Lila, so,

but we can still
be friends, right?

I just have to be honest,

me and Lila, I think
there's a real connection.

That's totally cool.

So you repaid his honesty

by pointing a loaded
gun at his head?

Our forensic team

found this remainder of a bullet

in the wall embedded
around a nail,

might have ended there had
it not been for the fragment,

that sheered off and
carried on its way.

I didn't know she
was going to fire it.

But what you did
know, all of you

was that there was
someone next door

behind the wall the
bullet went through

and you failed to check
to see if he was okay

and he wasn't okay.

Maybe, just maybe if he'd
received medical assistance,

the outcome could
have been different.

As with the others,
you will be charged

with conspiracy to kidnap,
reckless use of a firearm

leading to involuntary
manslaughter

and failing to
provide assistance.

But that's not fair,
that is so not fair.

Hm, well, try telling
that to his widow.

Kristin.

Oh, hello there,
I'm just reporting in,

that you missed out on a Luger,
a Parabellum in the perineum

and a mild
hostage-taking situation,

but don't worry,
it's all in hand.

I thought you were
supposed to be moving house.

Yeah, well, I can multitask.

Sounds like you had an
eventful weekend then?

Hm and you, no doubt?

Yes.

Wait, you two aren't
driving back now, are you?

No, no, we're not.

♪ And my favorite pair
of boots in Marseilles

♪ My yellow shades are
still there in Glasgow

♪ And my cowboy hat's floating
out in the Tokyo Bay

♪ These are just some of
the things I left behind

♪ But darling, you were
always on my mind

♪ These are just
some of the things

♪ I left behind around the world

♪ But I always left my
heart there with you, girl

♪ I left my passport in Atlanta

♪ And my wallet is
in Hamburg, Germany

♪ My blue jeans are
somewhere in Montana

♪ And the airline lost my guitar in...