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[helicopter blades whirring]

If the body is Ronan,
the Martins need to hear it from me.

This changes everything.

[hum of conversations]

Won't have anything conclusive
till we get him back to the mortuary.

It'll be a job -distinguishing
the injuries pre-mortem

and damage from the river and waterfall.

[camera shutter clicking]

[ominous music]

[woman] Cause of death almost certainly
deep puncture wound.

Likely a blade.

And something else,
I'm sure you've noticed?

This body wasn't in the water a week.

-Nothing like it.
-Hours at most.

Dr Tahu, what can you tell us
about the goat?

I'll liaise with an experienced vet to
look for anything of forensic interest.

-Tēnā koe matua.
-Kia ora, Diana.

[man] Let us pray.

We stand here on the land of my tupuna.

We ask them to guide Ronan Garvey
back to his ancestors

so that he may rest in peace.

[in Māori]
Clear the sky above from darkness.

Clear the land that lays below us
from darkness.

Clear the path before you, Ronan.

So it may be free from obstruction.

We proceed towards enlightenment.

[in unison] We are united.

[poignant sad music]

[voices calling] Sinead!
Ronan!

[man] Sinead!

[man] Ronan!

We found Ronan.

He's gone.

We're still looking for Sinead.

We haven't found her yet, I'm so sorry.

Oh, no.

Oh, God!

[sobbing echoes]

[opening theme music playing]

[mute video]

My wife met Sinead at a work event
and they hit it off.

And so I invited them over and it was
a nice enough dinner, for a while.

Then Ronan stepped outside
"for a breath of fresh air" he said,

but when he came back in he was wired,
he was all over the place.

He's obviously, er,
you know, taken something.

Then eventually,
Harriet had to ask them to leave.

That was what the argument was about?

Sinead avoided me after that,

but the past few weeks, I saw
she was under some kind of pressure.

I assumed it was Ronan and I...

tried to give her some advice,
I told her to drop the guy.

And she didn't take it well?

She told me to fuck off
and mind my own business, actually.

The thing is, Colin,
you told Detective Huia at Houkura

that you didn't know Sinead personally.

That you... "barely overlapped".

-That wasn't quite the truth now, was it?
-Well, it's not really a lie, right?

She came over once,
one time because my wife liked her.

The evening went south and we stayed out
of each other's way after that.

Till I tried to offer
some unwelcome advice.

Was there anything else, Colin?
No impropriety?

I'm sorry?

Was there anything that you said
or did that could be misconstrued?

Sorry, you mean did I harass her,
did I make a pass at her?

-Is that what you mean?
-I have to ask.

No, never!

I respect my wife. I respect women.

I respect myself.

Can I go now,
or do you want to insult me further?

No, I'm sorry.

One more thing, you moved
to Mount Infinity what, two years ago?

It was three years ago.

I was Tāmati's first hire.
Harriet and I moved here three years ago.

Three years?

Rightio. Thanks.

I'll get the door.

You know what? I'll get it myself.

[phone rings]

Hey.

[David] I need to know you're OK.

Jesus Christ, I'm not having a breakdown,
David, I'm just done here, OK?

All right. All right.

I believe you, thousands wouldn't.

Listen, before you go, though,
they found a body.

-Sinead?
-It hasn't been confirmed.

But it was found on the mountain.

Jeff from NZ Daily heard it
from a source inside the coroner's office

and, Aileen...

he said something weird about a goat.

Records confirm Colin Friends moved
to Mount Affinity three years ago.

So, that puts him out of the frame
for the 2006 killings.

Bruce, you were saying there was
one main suspect back in '06, right?

A travelling farm machinery salesman.

Had historical form--
GBH, kidnapping.

Passing through Mount Affinity
during the time of both murders.

Trevor John McLachlan. He passed away
in a car wreck two years later.

-[man] Are you there, Bruce?
-Yeah.

OK... OK... Cheers, bye.

Gr! Police records, one warehouse down,
two to go, nothing new.

-Our hands are tied without those files.
-Look...

I don't want to get anybody in trouble,
but, uh... we need to go and see Rose.

Samuel Richards' wife? Why?

-Trust me on this one, Diana.
-Who's he?

Samuel investigated
the original Mountain Murders.

Let's go, eh?

Dawson, you got the fort!

Bring the tea in there.

DS Richards played Santa
in the Christmas parade every year.

The sweetest guy.

He was the ranking officer
during the Mountain Murders?

Yeah, he retired
not long after the killings.

Early onset dementia.
Passed away recently.

[Rose] That's the last of them.
Please, sit down.

[Theo] Thank you.

Those poor kids. It was Samuel's
biggest case, the one that got away.

Broke his heart he couldn't get answers
for Emma and Gabriel's families.

When he had to retire, he made copies
of every file, every note he ever took.

Nothing will come of this?

-I know he really should have...
-Rose, your husband was a good cop.

If he bent the rules
keeping these, it was to help.

Trust me, he's helping us now.

Not a week would go by
he wouldn't open one of those,

read the files cover to cover.

When did your husband pass away,
Mrs Richards?

Um... six months ago now.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Even when Samuel was fighting
to remember my name,

he'd still ask me to bring one file
or another into the care home.

Thank you.
Yeah, his notes are meticulous.

-Thank you.
-The two Irish, I knew it was connected.

The bodies were in the river
and you found a goat?

-Rose, come on, now.
-Er... the chap who sold the tractors.

My husband never
believed he was involved.

Samuel was sure the answer was here
in Mount Affinity, hiding in plain sight.

I always hoped he was wrong,
but he wasn't wrong about many things.

Hm.

[Mason] They reckon that Irishman
was pulled out of the water.

He was all, like, bloated and green,
like the Incredible Hulk.

-[laughter]
-It's a good job, though, eh?

That prick, Ronan,
feeding that evil shit to Jarred.

-He got what he deserved, if you ask me.
-[whispers] Fuck, Mason!

[knocking]

[in Māori]
Listen to me good.

All life is sacred.

[in English] Whatever Ronan did,
he was someone's son

and worthy of forgiveness, and you...

of all people, should know that.

Today, we bring Jarred back
into our whare.

We carry him home to farewell him,
our way.

-What time are you bringing our boy back?
-About two o'clock.

Everything will be ready.

[chopping]

Ronan was killed
by a single stab wound to the heart.

His body was kept somewhere for several
days before being dumped in the water.

In 2006, cause of death in both cases
was strangulation

-and the victims didn't know each other.
-They disappeared a week apart.

Then their bodies were dumped
in the water within about 12 hours.

But in this case,
a couple goes missing at the same time.

So, the only thing linking those cases
and Ronan is the gutted goat,

but that was widely known,
the whole Goat Man thing.

The press got a long-lens shot of it.
It was on every front page.

[Diana] Yeah, I had nightmares for weeks.

There was one piece of key information
we kept out of the public domain.

Bird bones lashed together
with a piece of string, shape of a cross.

-Where were they found?
-Lodged in the windpipes of the victims.

-This was kept privileged?
-Only Samuel and I knew.

So, if the pathologist finds bird bones
in Ronan's windpipe,

the Mountain Murderer is back.

And he's finding new ways to kill.

[Theo] OK, let's go back
to the original victims.

Emma Louise Wilson,
23 years old when she was killed.

It says here she'd been
in town two weeks,

working picking oranges.

[Diana] Emma was out here pruning trees,

but the girl she normally buddied-up with
was off sick, so...

[Theo] The owner saw her working
this line at 10:45 am.

She didn't come back for lunch
so went looking for her,

found the pruning gear by the ladder.

But Emma was gone.

[Diana] Emma's working.
She's in clear view of any passing cars.

A driver spots her,
pulls up down the road.

He approaches through the trees.

He's careful.
Maybe she never even sees him coming.

-[Theo] Unplanned, spur-of-the-moment.
-He grabbed the opportunity.

Or... the driver's known to her?

[horn honks]

She recognises him, goes to say hello.

She trusts him.

Explains why there was no sign
of a struggle.

[Theo] Gabriel Peters, 19 years old, on
a gap year from his home town of Bruges.

Travelled round the country
in a second-hand Jeep.

This was his favourite swimming spot.

Locals reported seeing him here
multiple times, night swimming.

Jeep was found at dawn,
December 12, 2006.

[Diana] The keys were still
in the ignition.

The Jeep's his biggest possession so
he's not going to leave the keys in there.

Somebody's already here,
waiting, watching.

Could have got to him
before he even got out of the car.

Or a passing car could have spotted him?

Realised he was alone, taken a chance.

Or he'd already been swimming.
Came back to the Jeep.

The killer was waiting.

[phone rings]

-Dr Tahu.
-[Dr Tahu] DS Huia.

We've got something to show you
at the lab.

-We'll be there in 30 minutes.
-See you then.

[woman] OK, all done over here.

[Dr Tahu] The subclavian artery
was severed below the shoulder blade.

Would have led to massive
and rapid blood loss.

-Death within minutes.
-Weapon?

The wound was nine centimetres deep,
four to five centimetres wide.

About the size of a kitchen knife.

-Any indication where the body was kept?
-No disturbance from animals.

And the decomposition wasn't as advanced
as I'd expect if he was in the sunlight.

So, he was stored inside.
And the goat?

We swabbed the carcass.
No human DNA was retrieved.

But I did retrieve soil from Ronan's ear
that matches the soil on the goat's fur.

-So, they were stored together.
-Seems like it.

But then... the biggy.

Lodged in the throat of the deceased,
introduced posthumously.

[ominous music]

-[Buster] Jarred will lay at Ngā Pītau.
-[♪ waiata begins]

After that, we take him back
to his mother's home.

[In Māori]
You are welcome to be with us.

Ngā Pītau is your home,

our home, niece, always will be.

[in English] You're welcome, too.

I know you loved Jarred.

I'm sorry you couldn't heal him.

Shall we go?

I mean, we met him once.
In Ireland that's enough.

-[door slams, engine starts]
-We have work to do.

Unless you want to go to another tangi.

[Theo] If it is the Mountain Murderer,
we're gonna need a bigger team.

[Diana] Mm-hm.

Seen these in Samuel's files?
Any idea what it is?

It could be just doodles.

But each one's identical.
Worth following up with Rose.

-Hi, Val.
-Hi.

Just swapped out the shifts.
Back up the maunga in the morning.

Egg and salad?

There you go.

You really giving up a few hours' sleep
just to feed me?

-And to see how you are.
-Yeah, I'm good.

Liar!

During the karakia,
I could see how you were feeling.

Being up there on the maunga.

So close to where your mum went missing.

[soft emotional music]

Remember when your mum took us
up to the lookout?

After I'd won junior athletics champ
and you came second?

-Nah, other way round.
-[laughing] Not how I remember it.

-She made us that picnic to celebrate.
-Mm.

Those soft cheeses I'd never heard of,
fancy crackers.

I don't know how she found the money.

-She let us drink bubbly wine!
-Watered down with orange juice.

-All the same!
-[both chuckle]

She'd never do it, Val.

Kill herself, leave me.

You more than anyone knows that.

Sorry I haven't been back, it's been...

Christ, Val, a mess!

[sniffs]

Eat your sandwich!

[both laugh]

[doorbell]

Kia ora, um... Sorry to bother you.

You're the man Richter arrested.

I just came to say
I'm sorry for your loss.

You assaulted Ronan, stole from him.

[Buster] I'm not proud
that I used my fists on him.

There was a reason.

Ronan sold P to a young man
who was in my care.

His name was Jarred,
one or two years younger than your Ronan.

You should go.

We're gonna be celebrating Jarred's life

and, if you wish it, Ronan's as well.

You're welcome to join us at...

You expect us to believe that
you're celebrating Ronan's life, too?

Jarred and Ronan were both young men,

much more than
their faults and weaknesses.

We'd welcome the chance
to mourn with you.

[Theo] So, back to Rose's.

[Diana] Two minutes.
Go talk to your friend.

Throw her something.
Nothing that will screw us, though.

-You OK?
-I was heading straight for the airport.

No idea what I was gonna do
when I got home.

And now?

-Things change, you know?
-Hm.

So, is it true? Body found at the bottom
of the waterfall?

[sighs] He, um...

suffered a chest wound.

Go on.

-Knife?
-It'll be in the pathology report.

And the goat?

Pull the old press cuttings
from the historical cases.

-Do you think this is a serial killing?
-[horn honks]

-I think I've said enough.
-Right.

[emotional music]

[David] If this is a serial killer,
Jesus Christ, Aileen.

Well, until we know more,
the angle has to be Ronan.

Who he was, how he died.

What it might mean for Sinead.

The Martins will have been briefed
on the Mountain Murders.

-If I can just get them to talk to me!
-Well, good luck with that one.

Thank you, David.

Oh.

[Aileen] Where are you going?

[singing in Māori]
♪ Come, so we may mourn ♪

♪ Our dear boy ♪

♪ Who has passed ♪

♪ We, your family have arrived ♪

♪ We mourn our dear boy
who lays before us ♪

♪ Come ♪

♪ Oh, dear boy, follow the sandy path ♪

♪ Of Hine-tuakirikiri to Hine-nui-te-pō ♪

♪ Go forth, you are lost to us ♪

♪ Join your ancestors who ♪

♪ Await your arrival beyond the veil ♪

[Buster] Kāore he hara i te ngoikoretanga.

Ko wai tātou ki te whakawā.

"There is no guilt in human weakness.

And it is no one's place to judge."

-Kia tangihia a Jarred.
-"We are here to grieve for Jarred."

Ko te atua ngau tonu tana.

"Jarred's demons followed him
his whole life."

Ngaua ana ko ia,

ngaua ana hoki ko tātou e tangi nei.

"And his demons won,
and we are heartbroken."

[Buster] Linda.

We love your boy.

And we weep with you.

We also grieve with you, Judge Martin.

Mr Martin.

Ronan was a part of your whānau.

We also acknowledge the fear you hold
for your daughter.

And we pray with you for her safe return

to be once more wrapped
in the cloak of your love.

[birdsong]

-[Diana] Rose?
-Hm! Over here!

-Hello.
-Hi. Kia ora.

Kia ora.
He bought this on our tenth anniversary.

The roses were advertised as yellow.
[chuckles]

When white flowers bloomed
the next spring he was fuming,

and every year after!

Then, one year, he didn't seem to notice.

That was the start.

Rose?

There's a symbol
all through Samuel's files.

Any ideas?

As he lost words, he drew.
Wasn't much of an artist.

That's meant to be the mill.

-Why the mill?
-Just got more and more fixated.

Kept on saying, "The mill!
It all goes back to the mill!"

Makes no sense! There's nothing
in his files about the mill.

Not a thing.

[singing in Māori]

Joseph, would you like to say something?

Hello, my name is Joseph Martin.

On behalf of my wife and me, I'd like
to thank you all for welcoming us here.

I'm not much of a public speaker.

I'm certainly not as eloquent as Mr Huia,

but if I may,
I will sing you a song in Irish.

[sings in Gaelic]
♪ Well, of all the money that ever I had ♪

♪ I have spent it in good company ♪

♪ Oh, and all the harm I've ever done ♪

♪ Alas, it was to none but me ♪

♪ And all I've done for want of wit ♪

♪ To memory now I can't recall ♪

♪ So fill to me the parting glass ♪

♪ Good night and joy be to you all ♪

♪ Of all the comrades that ever I had ♪

♪ They're sorry for my going away ♪

♪ And all the sweethearts
that ever I had ♪

♪ They'd wish me one more day to stay ♪

♪ But the road is far to travel ♪

♪ And I give myself to it
without trouble ♪

♪ So fill me the parting glass ♪

♪ Good night and joy be to you all ♪

♪ Good night and joy be to you all ♪

[Theo] "It all goes back to the mill."

On the way to where Emma was abducted
we drove past the mill.

When we were driving
to where Gabriel was taken...

[Diana] Straight past the mill again.
It's in sight of both killings.

Less than a kilometre from Sinead
and Ronan's house.

Maybe Samuel wasn't just rambling.

Maybe the killer had some connection
to the place.

Maybe.

[door slams]

-Now is your opportunity.
-For what?

To talk to your boy, embrace him.

To say goodbye.

-Hm.
-To apologise.

I've had a lifetime of arseholes
laying down judgment on me.

You're just the latest arsehole.

Don't you judge me, old man,
I've got nothing to say sorry for...

For once in your life, do the right thing!
Go!

-Get fucked!
-That language has no place here!

Fuck all of yous!

Only wanted a day out of that shithole
anyway. Fuck it! Take me back.

-Fuck off!
-Oi!

You can't hang around, this is a funeral.

I'm just paying my respects.

If I believed you, you'd be welcome.
I don't.

You're here for a story.

-Oh, look...
-All right, fair enough.

-Yeah. Some other time, eh?
-Yeah.

-OK.
-Hey...

-Tough day?
-Mm, yeah.

I mean, just the two boys,
it's heart-breaking,

and then he shows up!

-Who is he?
-It's Jarred's dad.

He's blood,
so we can't really turn him away.

Much as we'd love to!
He's just a piece of shit!

Beat his wife up, beat his son up.

Abandoned him both, you know,
same old story.

His fists gave Jarred a life sentence.

Violence as a kid,
then down the road misery and addiction.

Hey.

What you do here?

It really means something, Wiki.

Especially on a day like today.

Thanks. Go on, see you later.

See ya.

It's low tar, better than nothing.

[officers chatting nearby]

[officer 1] You know what they're saying
around here? The Goat Man's back.

[officer 2] They're saying the Goat
Man's back? That's just nonsense...

Back?

The Goat Man? [scoffs]

That's fucking funny.
[chuckles]

You know anything about that?

-I know it's fucking bullshit.
-Mm? Why's that?

Because I'm the fucking Goat Man!

Doubt it.

[he laughs]

So, er... what do you know?

[he moans]

[moaning]

Jesus, Frank!

It's not what it looks like.

-Never was.
-In the van, Pastors.

OK. Let's go, come on.

[door slams]

Back in the day, all the kids
used to jump off this bridge for pennies.

You were missed at work today.

You OK, mate?

When I saw what happened
on the CCTV footage...

Yeah. Always best to be honest, right?

I had to tell them, mate.

It's over!

Mate.

[ominous music]

[Theo] Maybe Samuel left
some information out of the files,

another suspect who worked here.

[Diana] You saw his files,
they're as thorough as hell.

No way he'd leave the name of someone
he suspected out.

Unless he didn't get to a name,
just a gut instinct about this place.

Maybe.

Or maybe he's just a man
with a crumbling mind.

Looking at this place every day,
coming up with a scenario.

Richter?

-You're not him.
-Didn't think I was.

I do now.

[chuckles]

You're such a dick!

-Hold up.
-What have you got?

It's been moved.

Recently.

[Diana] Big tanks down here.

[Theo] Probably for waste.

[sniffing]

-Can you smell that?
-Mm-hm.

Oh, my God!

-[flies buzzing]
-[gasping]

[Theo] Oh, shit!

[Diana] Intestines, kidney, heart.

-Too small for a human.
-More like a small animal.

About the size of a goat.

[intense music build up]

[police radios crackling]

Thanks for coming, Phil.

Make sure you get plenty of samples
off the ground, too.

Sorry to have you bagging rotten meat on
your first day in Mount Affinity, Gwenda.

-Could be worse! How are you, Di?
-Could be better.

Head office are sending more help.

I've got Bruce setting up work stations
for you back at the station.

-Great.
-I'll leave you to it.

[exchange Māori greeting]

[Theo] Animal sacrifice.

-It's all very Old Testament.
-And the cross.

-Maybe a religious fanatic?
-Christians have sanitised the symbol.

It originally represented execution
by torture.

The leaving of personal items,
the goat, the bones--

it's classic serial killer
pattern behaviour.

It's textbook. Almost like it came
directly out of a textbook.

-What do you mean by that?
-I don't know.

Can you drop me back to the station?
Might get a couple of hours in.

Sure.

[car door slams]

[engine starts]

[♪ "Girl In Stilettos"
by Annah Mac playing]

♪ When all they see
is a girl in stilettos ♪

♪ When all I want ♪

-[Val] Do you remember this?
-♪ Is to get up there and sing ♪

♪ Three Februaries feels like a century ♪

♪ And things are spinning
way out of control... ♪

Cheers.

♪ People stare, sun in my hair... ♪

-Mm, gone.
-Good?

-[laughing] Yeah!
-Strong?

♪ Still dreaming of the big break
and all the money... ♪

[Val] You remember our big-arse plans?
Hitchhike around the islands.

-Climb a big mountain. Kayak expedition.
-[chuckling fondly]

I reckon, when we get the chance...

Or you could come to Wellington
and we could drink a shit ton!

-Much better idea.
-I know!

[Val, Diana chuckling]

-[Theo] Sorry.
-What's up?

I'll go and... do the dishes?

OK, thank you.

Local paper, November 2006.

Look at the photograph
at the top of the page.

"Mount Affinity gun club prize giving."
Jesus, Richter, that's obscure!

Look at who came third.

Colin Friends.

But he told Bruce
he only moved to Mount Affinity

after Tāmati shoulder tapped him
three years ago!

Colin Friends was here
during the Mountain Murders.

He's lying to us... again.

[dramatic build up]

[Colin] It was one time, and we stayed out
of each other's way after that.

We stayed out of each other's way
after that and she came over once.

One time because my wife liked her.

And we s... And we stayed
out of each other's way after that.

And we stayed out of each other's way
after that.

She came over one time
because my wife liked her.

She came over once.

She came over and we stayed
out of each other's way after that.

[emotional music]