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♪ I looked to the sky,
I was mesmerized ♪

♪ By Tokatoka Peak ♪

♪ Feel so alive, yeah ♪

♪ It's about time ♪

♪ I've got a hunger
for the wine ♪

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Dame Audrey McKinnon.

Famous New Zealand writer.

Would have
made it big.

You see?

Mike is a man
of deep cultural appreciation.

Really, Mike?

Sorry, just, uh, remind me
what she's famous for, exactly.

Well, writing...
about...

Herself--
memoirs and essays.

Brilliant.

She's a McKinnon
of McKinnon Lodge.

Audrey returned home
a few months ago from Australia.

And you should see
the grounds-- so beautiful.

How do you know?

I was staying there
this weekend.

She was hosting
a writer's retreat.

I can take you there.

Word's got out
to the Komiti.

They want to know when they can
come and do their thing.

What thing?

Cut her hair
to cleanse the area.

They probably want
to put a rahui on, as well,

stop people using the waterway
for a while.

Of course.
Lead the way.

**

What,
do you think

she's, uh, providing
her own bodies now?

**

Detectives.

Don't tell me
you're joining us.

Ah, Dr. Carlton,
nice to see you.

Uh, no.

Dilys is who
you need to talk to.

She's probably
inside the main house.

I'll get my kit.

What's going on?

Should we be concerned?

Uh, Gina,
I'm wondering

if you should recuse yourself
from this case.

Why?

No, Mike, please.

Being the first
to touch the body

was a special moment
for me.

Which is why, arguably,
there is a conflict of interest.

What there is

is a body
rapidly developing rigor mortis

while you are obstructing
a highly qualified pathologist

from doing her job.

I will need a statement
a-at some point.

I'm always happy
to talk to you, Mike.

**

I appreciate that
this is a difficult time.

You were Audrey's PA?

PA...

Best friend.

Any next of kin?

I'm the closest thing
she had to family.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Last night.
Here.

Did you notice anything
out of the ordinary?

This whole weekend
is unusual.

Yes.

Some sort
of writer's retreat.

Audrey's way
of giving back,

sharing her skills
with aspiring local writers.

Welcome, all.

How exciting to start
this adventure together...

telling the stories
of your lives.

Now, what can you expect
from this weekend?

Well,
you will be challenged.

You will
encounter elation...

frustration...

and let's be honest,

if you're any kind of writer, procrastination.

This morning,
I will share some of the skills

I've picked up over my long,
long years in the biz,

and this afternoon,
you'll write.

This evening,
you will share with the group

and receive feedback.

Tomorrow, we'll do it all again.
Sound good?

Perfect!

Now,
if you wouldn't mind

all handing over
your mobile phones.

What?

I require total focus.

**

**

I am on call,

but I will
put it on silent.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Oh, God.

They'll all
be waiting for her.

What do I tell them?

Let us handle that.

Well, why do you need
statements from us?

Was her death suspicious?

Unexplained.

This is
simply procedure.

This is cooked.

The course
is obviously over,

but we will need you
to stay close by

until we've given you
the all-clear.

Wait,
so we can't leave?

We would prefer
if you didn't.

Are we getting
our phones?

Oh, Dilys,
you poor thing.

Just heard.
I'm so sorry.

Here.
Let me do this.

Um... you should know
that not everyone's here.

Uh,
who's missing?

Blair Donald.
His tent is empty.

So is Todd's.

Neither looks
slept in,

and no sign
of Blair's yurt.

No sign of Todd, either.

Does he still live
with his uncle Walter?

As far
as I'm aware.

Uh, we'll track them down
and see what they know.

Uh, great, which means
I'll stick with Gina.

Well, unless either of you
want to...

No.
Yours, I think, yeah.

**

No idea
where he is.

He's supposed to be on
some blooming writing course.

So you don't know why
he might have left the course.

No idea.

You want me
to call him?

Please.

**

Mr. Donnelly. Hi.

Detective Sims.
Just a few minutes of your time.

We're making inquiries
following the discovery

of the body
of Dame Audrey McKinnon.

It appears
that she drowned

at Ngakinowai Falls.

You were
part of the retreat,

but you weren't there
this morning?

I left last night.

Why?

Wasn't really my thing.

You signed up for it, so you
must have thought it might be.

Well, turns out
I was wrong.

Uh...

any prior connection
to Dame Audrey?

No.
Just... knew her name.

What time
did you leave?

About 9:00, 9:30.

And after you left,
you...?

Came back home.

And stayed here.

All night.

By yourself?
Yep.

Okay.
Thank you.

We'll be in touch
if we need any more information.

I can
tell you two things.

Cause of death
was drowning.

As you suspected.

Well-done.

So, uh,
late-night walk gone wrong.

She takes a tumble,
ends up in the water.

No.
You seem very confident.

She didn't drown
in the waterfall.

How do you know?

Because the water
in her lungs

is salt,
not fresh.

Aren't you glad
I didn't recuse myself?

Nice work,
Gina.

**

Salt water?

It seems unlikely
that Audrey

would take
a late-night dip,

swallow some seawater,
drive back,

and then accidentally
topple into the falls.

So we're now dealing with
a homicide inquiry.

Did Gina
give time of death?

Yeah.
Between 11:00 p.m. and 3:00 a.m.

Let's get the team up there
and check over Audrey's car.

What about the others?
Why not?

We need to go over
the statements again, too.

Mike, how did you go
with Gina's statement?

It's imminent.

Well, let us know
if you need backup.

Mm.

Ready for me,
Mike?

Carry on.

All the course participants
have been updated

and reminded
not to leave.

Except for
Blair and Todd.

And Gus and Sienna.

They popped out, apparently.

I rang them.
They're on their way back.

Ah.

Todd, it's good
to hear from you, finally.

Where are you?

Okay, stay put.
I need to talk to both of you.

He's at Blair's.

I just
came from there.

Do you want to take it?
No, you go. I'll...

We just
went for coffee.

It's allowed,
isn't it?

There's been
a new development,

so we need to ask you all
some more questions.

I just want to get on
with my life.

We all do.

Well, the sooner
we get started...

**

Call him.

He was
the lab assistant last night.

He can confirm
that I was there.

Yeah, I will,
but for now,

let's just get
your movement straight.

Am I a suspect?
No.
Protocols, Gina, that's all.

I received a call
about a road accident

and left the lodge
at 8:16 p.m.

I-I really like swimming.

It cools you.
That's the water.

Water is cool.

It moves
as you move.

Oh.

Sorry. Sorry.

And you got back...?

5:23 a.m.

It didn't seem worth
going to sleep,

so I decided to do
some writing.

But the words
weren't flowing.

So you went
for a walk.

I thought
being in nature,

it might clear
my writer's block.

And instead,
you found a dead body.

It will make
an excellent chapter in my book.

Uh, have you always been
interested in writing?

With all the stories
I have?

Yes.

I always thought

I should write
a medical memoir.

I wasn't the only one
with that idea.

Country-doctor books
are always popular,

so I thought,
why not give it a go?

Did you know

that your father
would also be on the course?

No.

We've been estranged
for years.

So not a happy reunion, then?

No.

So wonderful
to see her.

Big surprise.

So you came
for the course,

and Abi was a bonus.

I came
to see Audrey.

Had to get past Dilys first, though.

You're not welcome here,
Lloyd.

I was being overprotective,
I suppose.

I didn't
want Audrey upset.

She and Lloyd were together
a long time ago.

He didn't take it well
when she ended things.

There's been no contact
between them since.

Until Arthur Dryden
turned up.

Please don't
make a scene.

I just want
to talk to Audrey,

that's it--
talk.

No,
it's not gonna happen,

not as Arthur Dryden

and certainly not
as Lloyd Carlton!

What's going on?

**

Lloyd.

I told him
he couldn't be here.

He used
a false name.

You're here
for the retreat.

**

Let's welcome
Lloyd Carlton to the course.

**

I wasn't happy about it,
but what could I do?

When I saw
my daughter,

it threw me,
I have to say.

Why were you estranged?

I've made
lots of mistakes in my life.

Abi can tell you that.

He ditched my mother
for some other woman.

When was it?
I was little.

Mum died
not long after.

He never
showed his face again.

So who
looked after you?

Mum's sister.

Way better life
with her

than I ever would have had
with him.

**

**

One last question--

uh, did you get the sense
that anyone at the retreat

had a prior connection
with Audrey?

There was
a strange moment

between Dame Audrey
and Sienna Lake.

I wasn't expecting
an illustrated essay.

What can I say?
I'm very visual.

**

Santa Martinez--
it's a beautiful spot.

You know it.

When were you there?

Mm, this time last year.
Why?

I thought our paths
might have crossed.

Apparently not.

They say a picture paints
a thousand words.

I think Sienna
was cheating

to reach
her word limit.

Maybe. Huh.
Thank you, Gina.

Anytime.

I will be working
or writing

if you have
any more questions.

I thought you had
writer's block.

I'm unblocked now,
Mike,

and flowing freely.

**

Daniel.

Gina.

**

So you survived your encounter
with Gina, then?

Mm.
Anything to report?

It turns out
Todd spent the night at Blair's.

You did a Goldilocks, eh?

Broke in
and crashed out.

Nah, I just
followed him home

from the lodge
on my trusty steed.

You have a horse?

Uh, nah.

**

50 cc of pure power.

Why did you
follow him home?

Just to make sure
he was okay.

I told him
to leave me alone, but...

Oh, but I figured
he wasn't in a good way,

so I thought
I'd stick around.

Crashed out
in the spare room.

And why weren't you
in a good way?

The writing thing.

Stirred up some stuff,
that's all.

I thought the course
might, um, distract him.

He's been
a bit down since...

you know.

Turns out,
telling a few funny farm stories

isn't enough to get you over
your wife dying.

My bad.

No, mate.

It was a good idea.
It's just...

**

Todd's-- He's been amazing
since Marnie died.

He's really
helped me out

with the farm and...
other things.

I didn't realize
he'd stayed last night,

but he knows he's more
than welcome here any time.

Hmm, you, too?

He's, uh, been teaching me
a bit of te reo, too.

But if your uncle calls,
answer your phone.

**

Did you ask Todd
if he knew Audrey?

Yeah.
And no.

Reckons he only
met her yesterday.

Okay.

**

What's up?

You need
to see this.

**

Well, if it's salt water
we're looking for,

it doesn't get
much better than this.

30% Epsom salts.

I've dropped a sample off
with Gina.

Dame Audrey drowned
in a floatation tank.

Most likely,
accidentally or otherwise.

No signs of a struggle, though.

And then somebody moved her body
to the falls.

Uh, taking one of either
two routes--

the walking track...

Which is a long way
to lug a body.

...or road access,

which comes past
the entrance to the lodge.

But all the writers' cars
were parked by the tents.

And no one reported
hearing any vehicles.

New acquisition,
you reckon?

Yeah,
according to Dilys.

It's been such a faff.

The installer was back and forth
all day yesterday

fiddling with parts.

Uh, do you know if Audrey
used the tank last night?

No, I honestly
couldn't tell you.

Once the course wrapped up
for the day,

we went
our own ways.

The tank installation guy,
Vinnie Paulson.

He owns
the Brokenwood franchise.

Thanks.

How do you drown
in a tank

that's designed
to make you float?

Well, I think
she had a bit of help.

And then she was helped
into Ngakinowai Falls. Why?

Well, obvious answer-- to make
her death look accidental.

By moving her from salt water
and dumping her in fresh.

Somebody didn't
think that through.

Yeah,
they'd have been better off

dumping her
at the beach.

Maybe they were
in a hurry.

So we're
looking for either

someone time-poor
or stupid.

Hmm.

People think it's easy,
but it's a 24/7 hustle.

You have to
find your niche.

And yours is...?

I'm kind of in
a crossover space--

lifestyle, travel, fitness,
extreme adventure.

Like going without Wi-Fi
for two days.

Like hiking the Stampede Trail
in Alaska solo.

That is what got me
the book deal,

and that's
why I'm here.

Sienna Lake, influencer.

What is an influencer, exactly?

It's someone who spends
their entire life

on social media

and knows
how to suck people into

giving them
lots of free stuff.

Not so stupid after all, then.

But Sienna wasn't the only one
chasing a book deal.

Gus Danson,
200-meter breaststroke champion

and Olympic
silver medalist.

You got to know
when to get out of the pool.

Right?

That's why I'm here.

"Gus Danson:
The Untold Story."

That's the book
I'm writing.

Yeah, well,
it's either--

you know,
it's either that or maybe

I was thinking...

"Gus Danson:
In the Deep End."

He thinks he doesn't need
a ghostwriter.

Gus is a big,
strong lad.

He could probably move her body
if he had to.

He says he was
with Sienna all night.

Are they a couple?

"Couple" might be
a bit of a stretch.

From what
I can make out,

they hooked up yesterday.

Hello? Mike.

Ah, Gina.

Your saline sample.

You were right,
of course.

It matches what I found
in Audrey's lungs.

Thanks.
Yeah.
Thanks, Gina.

You are welcome,
Mike.

Uh,
maybe it's time

I gave this, uh,
Vinnie Paulson a call.

**

Any questions,
uh, fire away.

Uh, is it possible to drown
in one of these?

No.

Never. Impossible.

I mean,
once that I know of,

but not here,
not our brand.

I personally stand behind
all our installations.

I have reason to believe
that someone died last night

in a tank
that you installed.

What?

Audrey McKinnon.

No. No, no. No.

You did install a tank
at the McKinnon Lodge.

Yeah, but--

And you
were there yesterday?

I had to replace
a part.
Huh.

And what time
did you leave?

Actually,
it's a bit of a story.

Uh, there was
a writer's retreat thing there.

That swimmer guy,
Gus Danson, he was there.

He's so great.

Chicks love it.

Wow.
Can I take a selfie with you?

Yeah.
Yeah?

Yeah.
Ah, yeah.

Yeah.
Hey! Ready?

Ah!

Thanks, man.

You're welcome.
You're welcome.

Mr. Paulson.

Oh.
For me?

For going
the extra mile.

You're welcome to eat with us,
if you'd like.

For real?

Dilys ordered
far too much food.

I knew she would.

Sweet.

Oh, come on,
let's go.

One beer
leads to another, and then...

Where are you
off to?

Uh, home.

I don't think so.
Keys.

Hey?
Keys!

Oh, sorry.

There's a spare tent
second from the left.

You can
spend the night there.

You'll get these back
in the morning.
Okay. Alright.

I reckon
I crashed out at 10:30,

got up at 5:00.

I was
a bit embarrassed.

I just wanted
to get out of there, so...

You went
and got your keys?

The door
was unlocked.

They were just
sitting there.

And then
you went home.

You didn't see anyone
at the house,

talk to anyone?
No.

Thanks for your help.

Uh, where was
your van parked?

Around the back.

Not with
the other cars?

No.

Someone will be
in touch.

We might need
to take a look at that.

I saw him at dinner,
of course.

I had no idea
he stayed the night.

Do you always
lock your doors at night?

Usually.

Mr. Paulson claims
that he found this one unlocked

at 5:00
in the morning.

Oh.

It could have
slipped my mind.

It was a long day.

Did Audrey
have any enemies?

Well, she didn't make
many friends.

Pens down!

Submissions.

**

Blair.

**

If I have to
read another

"oh, look, I'm up to my shoulder
in a cow" story,

please let it be written
by someone

who knows how
to string a sentence together.

**

No sign of forced entry,
and Dilys was vague

about whether
she'd unlocked it or not.

Anyone could have
come in or out,

and Vinnie's van
was parked out the back

'til about
5:00 in the morning.

Close to the road
to the falls.

And everyone else's
was here.

Close to the tents.

Much more chance
of being heard.

Hi.
This is DSS Shepherd.

Just need to grab
my phone and things.

That alright?

Yeah,
of course.

Well,
this is just routine checks.

Everyone's fine
with it.

We will actually need
to look at your vehicle, too.

Any problems
with that?

No. Sure.
Of course.

**

**

Chalmers.

They've found something.

It's a match
to Audrey's top.

It's a good bet

this is where
she went into the water.

A car
couldn't get this close.

She must have been carried
at least some of the way.

So are we back
to the big, strong man theory?

It could be two people,
of course.

Vinnie
and a new best friend, Gus.

Yeah,
or Blair and Todd.

Or Gus
and his new girlfriend.

Had a word.

Yeah,
the timing's not great.

Got a championship
next month.

Could be my last.

Oh, well, the upside is
I-I get to be here.

Hey, babe, did--

Oh, sorry.
I'll, um--

No, no,
uh, this is good.

I need
to follow up

on something
you said earlier, so...

Last night,
you two...?

Were here.

Together.

Is this
a new thing?

We met yesterday, if that's
what you're getting at.

Noticed each other
straight away.

We don't seem to have received
your full payment,

just a deposit.

Let's talk
about that.

I thought
we could do a deal.

Imagine all the new readers
you can reach

if I put a post
on my page.

**

She didn't go for it.
Her loss.

No biggie.

Moved on.

Swimming is cool.

It cools you.

**

Yeah.

It means I didn't have
too much to present

at the old feedback session
after dinner.

How long
did that session go on?

Not--
Not super late.

Yeah.

Kind of fell apart
after that Blair guy walked out.

And then I, um,
I bumped into that Vinnie guy,

had a couple of beers,

and then
we probably got back here...

what, 11:00?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah.

**

Well, that doesn't
give us much, does it?

**

I'll see you
back at the station.

There's something
I want to do first.

Would it kill him...

to tell us
what he's thinking occasionally?

Abi, come back, please!
Please leave me alone!

Please, Abi!
Get away!

You talk to Lloyd.
I'll take Abi.

**

Abi, uh,
are you okay?

I just
need to get out of here.

I want my car.

Yeah, uh, soon,
I-I promise.

I'm sorry.

Abi,
did something happen?

You'll love this.

The other woman
I told you about,

the one that Lloyd
left my mother for,

I just found out
who it was.

I'm so stupid.

Uh, what do you mean?

After dinner, we all had to read
some of our work out loud.

I thought
that by leaving,

I was sparing her
more of my mistakes,

that she would be better off
without me around.

But that was
just another mistake,

one that I've regretted
every single day since.

And if I could rewrite
the last 40 years...

I would.

**

I started to think there
might have been a chance
for us after all,

so I went to talk to him
this afternoon.

I knew
he couldn't be far away,

so I waited.

**

It's what he would have read
last night

if I hadn't
been there--

a letter
to the love of his life.

But in-instead,
he talked about you.

Yeah, because he didn't
want me knowing

that Audrey was the woman
he abandoned us for.

Or he was trying
to reach out.

Oh,
40 years too late.

I told you
that my mom died.

What I didn't
tell you

was that she killed herself
because of him.

**

Looking good.

Yeah,
meds are on top of it.

The thing
with Parkinson's--

I'll die with it,
not of it.

Todd!

Detective Shepherd
wants to talk to you.

One of my team came
looking for you this morning.

He didn't find you.

I wasn't hiding.

I called him as soon as I knew
he was looking for me.

From your cellphone?
Yeah, yeah.

Well, how come you had yours
when everyone else

didn't get them back
'til this morning?

Uh, because I-I never
handed it in.

I don't have one.

**

Why did you lie?

Wasn't really a lie.

I mean, it was,
but only because Uncle's sick

and he needs to be able
to get ahold of me.

Hey, don't make this
about me.

He couldn't go five minutes
without his phone.

Know anyone his age
who could?

**

And on that note,

Audrey's phone records
came back.

She made one phone call
early last night

to her publisher,
Jeffrey Sutton.

He's an old friend.

According to him,

they talked
for about five minutes,

but nothing
of any consequence.

Meanwhile,
Abi worked out

that Lloyd's other woman
was Audrey,

and she wasn't thrilled
about it.

Lloyd wasn't
a very happy camper, either.

Abi was just a toddler
when all this happened.

One day,
Daddy wasn't there.

And her mum was gone,
as well.

Terrible business.

If we're really
looking for a motive,

who did
Abi really blame

for what happened
to her mother,

Lloyd or Audrey?

The big flaw
in that theory

being that Abi didn't know
about Audrey until today.

So she says.

Hi, Gina.

So Lloyd
and Abi's cars

both came back clear of anything
linking them to Audrey.

So did
Gus and Sienna's,

but we're still
waiting on Vinnie's.

I'm just about to do
a fish and chip run.

Yes!

I'll call in
on my way.

That was Gina.

She just found oxycodone
in Audrey's system.

It troubled me that
she had drowned in the tank

without any sign
of a struggle.

Tell me what you know
about oxycodone.

Uh, it's a highly potent
synthetic opioid,

uh, commonly used
as pain relief.

And its effects?

Uh, well, when abused,
drowsiness will be one.

Drowsiness,
respiratory depression,

possible loss
of consciousness.

Death?

It's a very
dangerous drug.

Thousands of overdoses
every year.

It can be ingested
or injected,

but given the absence
of the puncture wounds,

the probable method
in this case

was ingestion.

Pills?

Very likely.

I'll check
with Audrey's doctor,

see what prescription
she had.

Of course, there was
one person on the retreat

who could have accessed
this drug very easily,

no prescription necessary.

**

Dr. Carlton.
Mm.

Check with the hospital,

see if they have
any of the drug missing.

I'll talk to Dilys,

and then
I'll call it a night.

**

Do you think he wants me
to go now?

Yeah, I think
you probably should.

Hey.
Come on.

Off you go.
You better go.

**

Sorry to bother.
A bit of an update.

No.
Of course.

Evening.

**

Lloyd reminded me
I needed to eat.

That, and I thought
she might need some company.

Of course.

Right, I'll...
get out of your way, then.

**

Uh,
you two seem to be

getting on
a little better.

You said
you had an update.

Uh, we received
a toxicology report

showing the presence
of oxycodone

in Audrey's
blood results.

Oh.

Yeah,
it's a heavy-duty pain relief

only available
on prescription

or the black market.

I see.

I was wondering
if Audrey had a prescription.

If you're suggesting
that she was self-medicating,

it was with alcohol,
like everybody else.

Uh, I'll need to talk
to her doctor.

Of course.
Dr. Forbes.

Now, there's a direct number
here somewhere.

**

Dilys knows nothing
about Audrey

having a prescription
for those meds.

Neither does her GP.

Ah, morning.

Hi.

But Audrey
is a new patient.

They're awaiting her
medical records from Sydney.

I swung by the hospital.
Nothing unaccounted for.

And I made a detour
on my way in

once I realized that
Blair Donnelly's wife

received palliative care
at home.

Do you recall

if your wife was given a drug
called oxycodone?

Yeah.

Was there any
left over?

After she died?

Yes.

And what
did you do with it?
I chucked it.

What has that
got to do with anything?

It's an aspect
of our inquiries.

For God's sake,
I wasn't even there.

So you've said.

So why exactly
did you leave?

**

The look on the sow's face
was pure relief.

I chucked her
some cabbage,

and-- and I think the oink
she gave me was a "thank you."

What are you
running away from, Blair?

What do you mean?

Did you really come here
to write silly animal stories?

I don't think so.

You think
my life is silly?

No, no, I don't.
Far from it.

But you're writing
around something,

a blockage.

You want to write
about something

more important
than a grateful pig,

but you won't
let yourself.

Why is that?

Well,
you're the expert.
No.

No,
the only person

who knows
what's holding you back is you.

And whatever it is,
it's time to let go!

What, I got all this wrong,
have I?!

Have I?!

**

And you said that was
around 9:00, 9:30?

Yes.
I-I don't know.

I didn't have
my phone.

Because you didn't
have your phone

and you didn't think
to ask for it.

I just wanted
to get out of there.

Yeah?
Ask Todd.

Ask Todd.
He'll tell you.

I get the feeling
that Todd will tell us

whatever Blair wants him
to tell us.

Yeah, those two
are pretty tight.

Bring him in.

Put some heat
on them.

Harsh feedback
from a writing tutor--

is that really
a motive for murder?

I don't know,
Blair seems pretty volatile.

Plus,
we only have his word

that he ditched
the leftover oxy.

Has forensics had a look
at his vehicle yet?

Yeah, actually, that should
have come through by now.

Um...

All clear.

Vinnie, however...

Boy, oh, boy.

**

Your van showed
signs of recent cleaning.

Yeah, I told your peeps
it would.

Um, I clean it
every weekend.

Well, nevertheless,

our peeps
found hair in the back.

Hair that matches
Audrey McKinnon.

What? No.

There's something else
we'd like you to take a look at.

**

Dash-cam footage
from your van.

Time-stamped around 2:00 a.m.
on Sunday morning.

No,
it can't be.

Clearly shows
your vehicle

being driven
from the McKinnon Lodge

to the car park near
the top of Ngakinowai Falls.

No.
That's nuts.

Let's talk about it
down at the station, shall we?

You told us that you
followed Blair from the retreat

because you were worried
about him.

What did you think
he might do?

I don't know.

Sometimes,
he hits the booze a bit hard.

What about drugs?

Weed?
Something stronger?

Um, no.

I mean, maybe, like,
a sleeping pill or something.

He take a pill
the other night?

If he took a pill,
I didn't see him do it.

And neither of you
left the house again that night.

I didn't.

What about Blair?

He was there
when I went to sleep

and there
when I woke up.

I don't know
what else to tell you.

As long as what
you're telling me is the truth.

It wasn't me
driving that van.

You can't
prove it was.

You've already told us
that you entered

the McKinnon house
to get your keys.

Not at 2:00 in the morning,
I didn't.

Was there
a spare set anywhere?

Yeah.
At home.

What, you think
I walked there

to get them
in the middle of the night

so I could walk all the way back
just to drive home again?

Not when you could have just
walked into the McKinnon kitchen

three hours earlier
than you said you did.

I didn't go anywhere.
I was asleep.

Check my phone.

Check the GPS
on my phone.

Well, that'll only tell us
where your phone was,

not where you were.

No one goes anywhere
without their--

Check my phone.

Well,
he was right.

The phone didn't move.

He may not have had a motive
for killing Audrey,

but he certainly had one
for moving the body.

And what's that?
Well,
you're Vinnie.

You've invested thousands
in selling floatation tanks.

Do you really wants a famous
client found dead in one?

Right,
so if whoever killed Audrey

needed help
moving her body--

Then Vinnie
was their man.

But who, though?

The only person
he really talked to was Gus.

Ha!

Thanks, man.

Yeah, well,
that's his story.

We need
everybody else's.

I want to know their specific
dealings with Vinnie Paulson.

**

Going far?

Yeah, well,
I'm not doing a runner,

if that's what
you're worried about.

Pleased to hear it.
We have a few more questions.

Well,
can it wait?

I said
I'd nip into town

and pick up a few things
for Dilys.

We'll talk later.

No way!

Seriously, Gus,
what is your problem?

Now you!

Oh, be like that, then!
See if I care!

Oh, what?!

What am I
supposed to have done now?

Good question.

**

Hi, Gus.

**

What's going on here?

With Sienna?
Uh... Uh, nothing.

We just--
We're just pretty keen to leave.

**

Uh, you spoke
with Vinnie Paulson

the other night
at dinner.

The tank guy.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
He's hardcase. Yeah.

What did you
talk about?

Uh, floatation tanks, mainly.

You-- You couldn't--
You couldn't shut him up.

And after dinner?

I think he left.

No, he stayed the night
in a spare tent.

Oh.

And you spent the night
with Sienna.

It's getting weird how you keep
asking about that, mate.

Yes, I-I spent the night
with Sienna.

And you were together
the whole night?

I guess.

You don't seem sure.

Well,
I was conked out.

The pain didn't
keep you awake?

From your leg.

Yes.
Ah, yes, it did.

But, um, the thing is,
is I am on some...

pretty mean painkillers,
so...

What ones?

Can you show us?

Yeah.

Yeah,
of course.

Yeah.
The painkillers.

**

Um... Ah.

You know what happened?

I had the last of them
last night

because I didn't think
I'd be here today,

and so
I've got none left.

Mm.
What were they?

Paracetamol.

**

Nothing on prescription?

No.

**

Thanks, Gus.

We appreciate
you sticking around.

Yeah.
You're welcome.

**

I understand your colleague
was here this morning

asking about
certain analgesics.

I assume I'm still
allowed to work

and my patients aren't in danger
from a potential killer?

Uh, do doctors
such as yourself

ever carry personal supplies
of such drugs?

What, for all
the house calls they make?

Oh, not now.
I'm working.

So, um,
no improvements there?

Please.

I just
want to talk.

You've got one minute.

I'm sorry.
I'm just really--

No, of course.
That's okay.

To answer your question,
this isn't the 1950s.

I don't have
a Gladstone bag

with a personal supply
of opioids.

She would say that,
wouldn't she?

What about any connection
to Vinnie?

I never got a chance to ask.
Lloyd showed up.

He said he was
running errands for Dilys.

Well, if Dilys desperately
wanted him to talk to Abi,

then, yeah, I guess he can
take that one off the list.

How'd you get on
with the swimmer boy?

Uh, he can't vouch for Sienna
being with him all night,

and he claimed
he'd run out of painkillers.

Well, so, how's he coping
with his knee, then?

About that.
We just spoke to Sienna.

It's not real--
his injury.

He faked it
to get out of training

so he could
come on this course.

Are you sure?
Trust me.

He couldn't do what we did
with an injured knee.

Uh, did you see Gus
taking painkillers at any point?

Or anyone else,
for that matter?

No.
Gus is fine.

No one was popping
any pills.

Why would she throw him
under the bus like that?

Well...

He said
I wasn't with him all night?

Why would he do that?

Well, he s--
I was with him.

I-I might have gone to pee,
but whatever.

So did you go
and pee?

You guys ask
the creepiest questions.

**

Oh, my God,
yes!

So you weren't with him
all night?

As good as.

What time did you
go to the bathroom?

I don't know.
They took our phones.

Fair point.

Mike Shepherd.

Is it just me,
or is that limp getting worse?

**

Thanks for calling.

**

Was Audrey's GP.

Her medical records
have showed up from Sydney.

And?

The drug I mentioned,

we now know that Audrey
had it prescribed

for
carpal tunnel syndrome,

and she'd renewed it
several times.

I had no idea.

Oddly enough,
we didn't find a pill bottle

in the house search.

Goodness knows why.

Your people
went through everything.

A specialist team will be
conducting another search.

If they must.

How would you say
Audrey's state of mind was

on Saturday night?

Well...
there was a lot going on.

Was she angry, upset?

I don't know.

She was, um...

volatile,
I suppose you could say,

seeing Lloyd again.

And then
what I did.

**

What did you do?

I'm surprised
one of the others

hasn't
told you already.

Ow.

How did you say
you got your injury?

Oh,
swimmer's knee.

Yeah.

Inflammation
from overtraining.

Only thing for it
is rest.

Well,
you weren't...

resting very much
on Saturday night,

according to Sienna.

A-According to her,
you're not injured at all.

Yeah,
but, you know,

in the-- the moment, you--
you get caught up, don't you?

You--
You forget the pain.

So if we rang
your doctor,

they would confirm the injury,
would they?

Okay,
I faked it.

Why?

To get out of training
so I could come here.

I didn't want anyone
to know what I was doing,

but Sienna ruined it with
that stupid post on her socials.

Is that what you were
arguing about when we arrived?

Well, her story
mentioned me.

I-I wanted her
to take it down.

I didn't want anyone
to know what I was doing.

Why not?

In case I stuffed up.

I'm not used to losing.

You read this
in front of everyone.

Audrey and I met
at university,

and our lives have been entwined
ever since.

Little did I know then

that I would grow to feel
strangled by our relationship.

Audrey was the first one to get
interest from a publisher,

but when she couldn't
quite deliver what they wanted,

she turned to me
for help.

I was happy
to give it.

We worked on
her first collection together,

but the name on the cover
was Audrey's--

my contribution relegated
to nothing more than a footnote.

And so...

the precedent was set.

I became a PA...

not a peer.

Years of my life supporting
her ambitions, h er d reams.

Callous disregard,
creatively bankrupt, propped up.

Do I get a chance
to respond to this?

No!

You've always
had a voice.

Tonight,
it's my turn.

**

Sounds like
a disgruntled employee

with an ax to grind.

More than an employee.

More of a reason.

Sienna, are you
going somewhere?

I need to be in a place
that's not here--

a place
where I can write.

**

I am actually serious
about this,

and Audrey said
I was good, so...

Where will you be?

Brokenwood Motel.

It's not really
a vibe,

but at least
they're into a collab.

Some people appreciate
the power of my brand.

Unlike Gus?

He is not
maximizing his celebrity.

Although...

TBH, if I got feedback
like him,

I wouldn't want
to advertise it, either.

Standing on the dais

as they put the medal
around my neck

was one of the proudest moments
of my life.

Full credit to the team, though.

They supported me.

I couldn't have done it
without...

them.

The end.

If only your talent
were as big as your muscles.

**

Who'd like
to go next?

**

Some guys are so used to
having their ego stroked,

they can't cope
when it doesn't happen.

**

"Mystery project
with this guy."

Book emoji, speak no evil
monkey emoji, star emoji.

**

No love lost here.

Yeah,
I don't think it was love

that brought
Sienna and Gus together.

We're still
no closer to knowing

who could have used
Vinnie's van.

Well, if he's
telling the truth,

the keys
were inside the house.

And the person with
the easiest access was Dilys.

I asked her about that.

I had no idea
he stayed.

His van was parked
out the back.

You didn't see
or hear it coming or going?

No.

Things were
a bit tense after my...

after what I said
to Audrey.

She and I went
to our rooms.

And you stayed in yours
all night?

Yes.

**

Alone.

Sorry,
am I boring you?

Kids these days.

Hey, look at
Sienna's latest post.

Oh, that's pretty standard
influencer sunrise video.

Not exactly.

Sunrise on Sunday,

when she wasn't
supposed to have her phone.

Didn't you say
it was her

who handed
the phones back?

Oh, Dilys,
you poor thing.

Here,
let me do this.

Yeah, she could have
pulled a swifty.

Pretended to
take her phone

while handing out
the others.

But if
she already had it...

when and how
did she get it?

♪ And there are snakes
in the grass at night*

♪ Much quicker than you or I ♪

♪ And giving hearts
always trust those who lie ♪

♪ And there are snakes
in the grass at night*

I'm just saying,
if you had a pillow menu,

it would class this place up,
like, exponentially.

Got to go.

Some people have no idea
how to help themselves.

What do you want?

We've been
looking at your socials.

Mm.
Couple new followers.

Cute.

Do you mind
if we come in?

So good, right?

Not even a filter.

Slay.

How come
you had your phone

when you
weren't supposed to?

My brand
is my business.

If I'm not creating content,
I'm losing money.

So you just
took your phone back?

It wasn't hurting anyone.
What's the big deal?

When did you get it?

That first night.

While Gus was sleeping?

Honestly, you guys
are so pervy.

How did you
get into the house?

There was
an outdoor light on,

so I tried the door
and it wasn't locked.

And how did you know where
exactly to look for your phone?

They weren't hidden.
We're not naughty kids.

They were in a basket
right by the door.

Did anyone else
see you?

No.

What time was this?

About 11:30.

Okay, so,
you got your phone.

Did you hang around,
have a bit of a nosey?

No. Weird.
Why would I?

Did you take anything else
while you were there?

I'm not a thief!

**

Visitor for you.

**

Lloyd,
come through.

Were you aware that
a man named Vinnie Paulson

stayed at the lodge
on Saturday?

**

The floatation fellow?

Yeah,
I barely spoke to him.

I meant to ask him
how that tank thingy worked.

Large amounts of Epsom salts, apparently.

Saltwater.

Gosh, you'd think
that would sting the eyes.

Anyway, I thought
he left after dinner.

Mm, well, his van
was there all night.

According to him,
Audrey confiscated his keys.

I wasn't
aware of that.

I was very busy trying to
reconnect with my daughter.

But you came
to reconnect with Audrey.

How did that go?

Surprisingly well.

What you wrote...
was-- was beautiful.

I was...
very moved.

Oh, thank you.

I know you were talking about
your daughter, but...

what you said about loss
and regret...

made me wonder.

Yes?

If it's not too late
for us after all.

So you were alone
with her?

Yeah.

What time
did you have this chat?

9:00, 9:30.

And what happened
after that?

Well... that's pretty much
how we left it.

I thought
we'd have more time.

Uh, what would you say
her state of mind was

when you left her?

Happy.

Yeah, we both were.

And you and Dilys
are on better terms?

Bonded by grief, perhaps.

And I'm hoping to make
some progress with Abi, too.

**

"Handsome" has a "D"
in it.

Excuse me?

Sorry,
I couldn't help.

Worry about
your own writing.

Audrey said
it lacked coherence.

Two birds,
so to speak.
Mm-hmm.

Ladies, hi.

Sorry to interrupt.

Did either of you

know Vinnie Paulson
before this weekend?

Who?
The floatation-tank guy.

No, I never met him
before that night.

Me neither.

Did you have anything to do
with him on Saturday night?

No. No.

Hmm.

You are treating us
like suspects.

It's ridiculous.

No,
just doing our job.

Here you go.

Thanks.

**

Cheers.

Oh, hi.

Frodo, hi.
What are you doing here?

Trudy needed beans.

Now I can see why.

**

Oh, um, we-- we just had
a meeting for work.

Mm.

See ya.

Bye.

Thanks, Frodo.

**

Thanks.

Lloyd Carlton was one of the
last people to see Audrey alive,

and apparently,
they were about to

rekindle their
love affair.

Wow.
Wonder if Abi knew that.

Yeah, might be worth
another chat.

Well, we just saw Abi
at the Croc and Panther,

if you want
to talk to her.

Huh.

Is something up?

Look at this.

**

See that
flash of movement

in the background
at the end?

It could be
a person.

Somebody else was
at the falls that morning.

A shame
that's all there is.

Well, Sienna might still have
the unedited footage.

I can ask her.

**

Oh. Um...

Uh...

I-I didn't feel comfortable
staying at the lodge.

And, uh, S-Sienna took down
that post, so...

Uh-huh.
Uh, is she...?

Yeah.
Come on, come on.

Okay.
Yeah.

Great.
Thank you.

Hey!

**

Maybe just over there.
Yeah.

Yeah?

Oh. What now?

We just need
to take a closer look

at something
you posted.

What? Why?

Well, the easiest thing
would be for you

to give me your phone
and your laptop,

and I could grab what we need
and bring them back.

I can't write
if you take both of them.

It won't take long...

but it will
take longer

if you make me
get a warrant.

**

Thanks.

What am I
supposed to do now?

**

Well, I'm sure
you'll think of something.

**

Honestly,
just being a worrier.

I've got to go now.

But--
No.

We'll catch up later.

O-Okay.

Hi.

Are you two
making progress?

We're meeting up tomorrow
for a proper talk.

Uh, the letter
that you found,

the one that Lloyd
wrote to Audrey--

did anyone else
see it?

Do you think
I'm lying?

Well, Lloyd has confirmed
that he wrote a letter.

I'm just checking
when you found it.

Yesterday--
after Audrey died,

so if you're looking for motive,
you're out of luck.

I'm doing my best

to eliminate you
from our inquiries.

Are we done?

I have to
get back to work.

**

Hey.

Check this out.

First...

You were right.

It's a person--
well, two people.

Is that...?

Yeah, it's Blair Donnelly
and Todd Taylor.

I don't even think Sienna
realized this was on here.

She just happened to catch it
at the end of her clip.

There's some
faint audio, too.

It's not great,
but...

That's te reo Maori.
Mm.

Todd's arguing against
putting human remains

in a river--
water source.

**

Todd took off
a while ago,

didn't say
where he was going,

and now he's not
answering his phone-- again.

I'm a bit worried
about him.

Why?

Audrey's death seems to
have hit him pretty hard.

Am I right in thinking
that they've never met

before this weekend?
Yeah, but...

she's family.

I think Todd might have
got his hopes up

about making
more of a connection.

Todd and Audrey
were related.

Audrey was
my second cousin.

Not that
she'd ever tell you that.

Even when
we were kids,

she wasn't allowed
anywhere near us.

And Todd
knew all this?

Not until recently.

What are you reading?

**

She's running that retreat thing
I told you about.

Ah.

How to write
your life story kind of thing.

Well,
she would know.

I'm probably
wasting my time, though, eh?

Ah,
go for it.

Maybe writing
runs in the family.

If your Auntie Audrey
can do it...

What?

Audrey McKinnon's
my auntie?

**

Is she Maori?

Ah.

**

Oh.

There's nothing
about that in here.

No.

Back in those days,
owning her Maori

might have hindered her career,
not helped it.

Do you think Todd
was planning to confront Audrey,

challenge her
about it?

Nah.
Can't see it.

That's not him.

Walter, we have
reason to believe

that Todd and Blair Donnelly
haven't been truthful

about their whereabouts
yesterday morning.

Any idea
why they might lie?

Excuse me.

Sims,
what have you got?

Hey, Mike,
there's no one home at Blair's.

There's no sign
of his car,

but Todd's bike's here.

Okay, put a 10-1 out
on both Todd and Blair.

I'll see you
at the station.

Okay.

For what it's worth,

we believe that Todd
was trying

to talk Blair out of
putting a body in the water.

Is that supposed to
make me feel better?

Everyone's got
a book in them.

Isn't that
what they say?

Not me.

I hated all that stuff
when I was in school.

500 words
on what I did in the holidays

by Daniel Chalmers,
age 10.

I got a D minus.
Harsh.

Maybe they knew I didn't really
spend my holidays

fighting stormtroopers
on the Death Star.

Wow.

You say
you're not a writer.

That's them.

What?
Go.

**

Hey, guys.

Thanks for stopping.

Great decision.

**

Why'd you lie to us,
Todd?

Because Blair lied.

You told us
you hadn't left the house,

but sometime early
on Sunday morning,

you went
to Ngakinowai Falls.

You were back home

by the time
Audrey's body was discovered.

Why did you lie?

I don't know.

I freaked out.

I...
I hadn't slept.

My mind
was all over the place.

Or perhaps
you were worried

that we would
connect Audrey's death

and your altercation
with her.

I just thought
it would be easier

if you thought
I was home all night.

Why?

Because
I didn't kill her.

I didn't
move her body, either.

Why were you at the falls
arguing with Todd Taylor

about the disposal
of human remains?

**

I was there to scatter
my wife's ashes, okay?

**

Why so early
on a Sunday morning?

Because Audrey
got in my head, that's why.

The only person

who knows
what's holding you back is you,

and whatever it is,
it's time to let go!

Why the falls?

It's where
Marnie wanted to be.

It was
important to us.

It's where I proposed.

And the argument with Todd.
What was that?

He didn't want me
to put her in the water.

Human remains are taboo,

and you don't pollute
the water supply

because the water supply
is someone's food supply.

It's just wrong.
You know that.

I do.

I didn't mean
any disrespect.

I was...

I was just trying
to do right by my wife.

You and Blair went to
the falls together?

Sort of.

We were definitely there
at the same time.

"Sort of"
isn't good enough, Todd.

Okay.

Um, he was gone
when I woke up.

I know
I said he wasn't,

but I was just trying
to look out for a mate.

He's been through enough

without you fellas giving him
a hard time, as well.

How'd you know
where he was?

Well,
I noticed Marnie's ashes

were missing
from the mantelpiece.

Had Blair
talked to you

about scattering her ashes
at the falls before?

Yeah.

And you wanted
to talk him out of it.

Yeah.

So you have no idea

what time
Blair actually left the house?

No.

One more thing.

Where were you
this afternoon

when my colleagues
couldn't find you?

Burying Marnie's ashes

under a tree
at Katiki Point.

**

Blair admits
it was still dark

when he left
the house.

He claims
he grabbed Marnie's ashes

and went to the falls
on foot

and sat with her
to wait for sunrise.

Or, alternatively,

he left Todd sleeping
in the spare room,

detoured to the lodge,
took Vinnie's van,

and moved Audrey's body.

Well, there's nothing
to connect Blair and Vinnie.

There's nothing to say that
their paths even crossed again

once Blair
left the lodge.

Meanwhile,
I've got our team

looking for
something specific.

This is what Audrey's medication
from Australia

would have been
packaged in.

Nice work.

Kristin Sims.

Gus. Hi.

Yeah.
Uh, hi.

Uh, I was wondering
if you might know

when Sienna
is gonna get her phone back.

Uh--
She's not used to
living without it,

and just quietly,
she is doing my head in.

Who are you
talking to?

Sure, Gus.
Can we just, um--

Give it here.
Give it here!

Hi.
I'm so sorry about Gus.

I don't even know
why he called you.

Total overreaction.
Yeah.
That's okay.

You can come and get your phone
whenever you like.

Oh.
Thank God.

I mean,
no hurry.

We've got copies
of all the relevant files,

so any time.

Hi. Can I help?

I need to talk
to Detective Shepherd.

Um...

Okay.
Come on through.

Thank you.

**

I nearly said something
when I saw you at the pub.

I'm sorry I didn't.

Um, misplaced loyalty, perhaps.

Lloyd's the only family
I have left.

Anyway, Saturday night,
I couldn't sleep.

I kept going over all those
things he said about me.

"If I could rewrite my life,
I would," all that.

I wanted to talk to him,
so I went to find him.

In his tent.
He wasn't there.

**

I waited
half an hour longer.

And he didn't
come back?

No.

I don't suppose you know
what time you arrived and left.

You wouldn't.
You didn't have your phone.

No,
I had my watch.

2:07 and 2:45.

**

Was I gone that long?

She must have only missed me
by a couple of minutes.

Where were you?

In the lavatory.

For half an hour?

Yeah.

Everything takes
a little bit longer these days.

I usually
take a book.

Mike.

You got a sec?

Excuse me.

**

Our specialist search team

found that in your laundry
20 minutes ago.

That's strange.

Why didn't they
find it yesterday?

Any idea
how it got there?

No.

We'll be running
a fingerprint match

with samples
that we took earlier.

I'll be in touch.

**

Hey.

Can you tell me
I'm not going mad?

Not sure
I can do that.

These are files
from Sienna's laptop and phone.

As far
as I can make out,

there are
three types of photos--

selfies, obviously,
hundreds of them.

Big surprise.

Then these--

stock photos
of international locations.

And then these--
composite images.

So here's Sienna standing on
a cliff edge in Mongolia,

a place she's probably
never even been to.

And are they all
like that?

Anywhere remotely dangerous,
100% faked.

You think it's relevant?

I don't know,
but it is weird.

**

Hi.

Where is she?
There.

**

Sienna?

Go away!

Sienna, can you come out, please?

**

Sienna, we--

We just want
to talk to you, okay?

**

The first few posts...

they were real--
skydiving, bungeeing, all me,

and they went viral.

I knew
I was on to something.

They're what launched
my brand, basically.

But then Katelyn died,
and I-I freaked out.

Who's Katelyn?

Another influencer.

A friend of mine.

She was doing
all this extreme stuff, too,

and-- and one day,

she wasn't even
doing anything that crazy.

She just took a wrong step
from a lookout and--

**

I couldn't
do it anymore...

and I had all these
sponsorship deals, so...

I made it up.

I didn't think
I could do anything else, and...

when Audrey said
I had potential as a writer,

I was fizzing.

I could see a future

where I didn't have to lie
all the time.

Of course,
if bending the truth

on social
media was a crime,

then half the people I know
would be locked up.

Mm-hmm.

Go home. Get some sleep.
Both of you.

You, too.

Night, Boss.

**

Ah.

Sorry to bother you
so early.

Mike, for you,
nothing is a bother.

I need to check something
in your statement.

Uh, when Audrey handed back
the writing samples

at the start
of the retreat,

what was it
that she said to Sienna?

She'd asked her when
she'd been in Santa Martinez.

And then...?

Thought our paths
might have crossed.

Apparently not.

And you're sure
that was it?

Absolutely.

Huh.

Thanks, Gina.

Oh.
Thanks for this.

I tried
the Brokenwood Library,

but there's
a waiting list.

Hey.
What's up?

Well,
Kristin's making coffee.

I'm sorry
to hear that.

More importantly, we've got the
results back on the pill bottle.

We've got a match
on Dilys...

and Sienna.

Uh, bring Sienna in.
I'll be there soon.

**

It's a signed copy.
You're welcome to keep it.

There's been
a development.

I need to ask you

to come down
to the station.

Should I call
my lawyer?

We found your fingerprints
on this bottle.

It contained drugs
we believe contributed

to the death
of Audrey McKinnon.

Oxy-- was on the bench
when I got my phone.

I picked it up
and read the label, that's all.

Why?

I was just being nosy.

Didn't expect a dame
to be knocking back hard drugs.

Can I get a drink?

Like a-a kombucha
or a smoothie or something?

**

Juice?

Coffee.

I-I'll do it.
You-- You did the last round.

No, no.
I'm fine.

Hey, do you think she's actually
telling the truth?

I mean, she could have
just pocketed

a couple of pills
for her next festival.

Oh.

Oh, hello.

Teflon Temple
strikes again.

Alright,
I knew about the damn pills.

How couldn't I?

Audrey needed me
for everything--

doctor's appointments,
flight bookings, tax bills.

Audrey could barely function
without her.

She'd taken
to mixing it

with a glass of whiskey
at bedtime.

I knew
it was dangerous.

I didn't trust her
with it...

so I took over
pouring her drink.

Why didn't you
tell us this sooner?

You must have known that
we would find the drug
in Audrey's system.

I knew
that you'd find out

about my little spat
with Audrey.

I could see you twisting that
into some kind of motive.

I was scared.

So you lied.
What else have you lied about?

You don't
have to answer that.

Finding Audrey's body,
moving it from the tank?

No.
Detective--

You were right there
in the house.

You knew
where the tank was.

Someone either killed Audrey
or found her body.

Was that person you?

Detective...
you're fishing.

The front door...
was unlocked.

Could have been anybody.

Could have been Abi, Gus,
Blair-- any one of them.

Okay.
Take a breath.

You're not
helping yourself.

Vinnie could have come back
for his damn keys.

Sorry.
Boss, we're ready.

Thanks.

Maybe we should
take a pause.

Really,
Detective Shepherd?

How many times
have we played this game?

You either charge her
or let her go.

**

You're free to go.

Your, uh, Sunday morning
sunrise post.

Funny thing,

this post only
turned up online yesterday,

right when you would have been
worried about us

finding your fingerprints
inside the house.

See, I think you wanted us
to find out

that you'd sneaked back into
the house to find your phone

because that would explain
the prints,

but what if
that wasn't the only reason

for you being there?

That's a big "what if."

This is
a writing sample

that you submitted to Audrey
before the course.

Audrey wondered
whether or not

you'd crossed paths
in Santa Martinez.

At first, I thought
that this might be a clue

about a prior connection
between you two,

but then I realized
that Audrey was really saying

that you couldn't possibly
have been there

when you said
you were.

This photo is dated
last October,

but...
we did some research,

and this bridge
collapsed last March.

So? You already know
I'm a big fraud.

Yes,
but the point is,

did Audrey know that?

We think
that she saw this photo

and started
to work it out,

and then she looked back
at your other posts--

all clever fakes,
but easy to spot

if you know
what you're looking for.

Hmm.

Yeah,
note the subtitle.

If you'd done a little reading
prior to the retreat,

you'd have known
what Audrey said she stood for.

You made sure Audrey knew
you were chasing a book deal

with...
Sutton & Cavill.

You were
probably hoping

that she'd put in
a good word for you,

but how could she
when she realized

that your whole identity
was built on lies?

Audrey only had to make
one phone call,

and the deal
was off.

You couldn't
let that happen.

You don't know that.

Well,
I know that Audrey

spoke with her publisher
that night.

**

I want a lawyer.

Sure.

Let's take five,
shall we?

DC Chalmers will help you
sort a lawyer.

Oh, by the way,
your friend Gus

has been called in
for further questioning.

Why?

We believe you needed help
moving the body.

**

Get Sienna a list
of solicitors.

Yeah.

Gus,
come on through.

♪ People keeping secrets
or just lies ♪

♪ Make believing that they ain't
doing nothing wrong ♪

♪ Just because a lie's white,
honey ♪

♪ That don't make it right ♪

♪ Spinning stories
when the truth's long gone ♪

♪ I see your hands shaking,
excuses that you're making ♪

♪ The night
that you said what you said ♪

♪ Saying I'm mistaken,
but I know when you're faking ♪

Mike...

she's changed her mind
about the lawyer.

Gus didn't help me
move the body

because
I didn't kill her.

But... I did talk to Audrey
that night.

Thank you so much.

I've learned heaps already
just listening to you.

Somehow,
I doubt that.

Sorry?

What's the one thing
I've been talking about all day?

The one word
I keep coming back to?

"Authenticity."

100%.
That's what I'm all about.

God, who do you think
you're fooling, dear?

It's Sutton & Cavill.

Well, perhaps...
but not for long.

**

Later, I went to the house
to see her.

I knocked,
but nobody answered.

So I let myself in.

Audrey was
in her office.

Please don't tell
Sutton & Cavill I'm a fraud.

I can really write.

You said
I have potential.

It's a shame you've chosen
to squander it.

I've half a mind to call
Jeffrey Sutton right now.

Don't.

**

Please.

You've got one week
to tell the truth...

or I will.

**

On the way out,
I saw my phone.

Audrey!

Dilys was there.

Your drink!

**

And I left.
That's it.

The knock
at the door--

d-did you see
who it was?

No.

Whoever it was,

Dilys must have
gone outside with them.

But I know
it was a man.

I heard his voice.

**

So who paid Dilys
a visit?

Well, it could be Gus
looking for Sienna.

Could be Blair,
could be Lloyd.

Could be
any one of them.

Or it
could have been Vinnie.

Uh, something that
Dilys said.

Miranda tried
to shut her up.

Could have been Abi, Gus,
Blair-- any one of them.

Okay.
Take a breath.

You're not
helping yourself.

Vinnie could have come back
for his damn keys.

Dilys told us
that she didn't know

that Vinnie
stayed the night

or that his van
was parked out the back.

But if she knew
that the keys were there,

then she knew
both those things.

Hey.

**

That's Lloyd's car.

Hey,
there's no one home.

According to
these guys,

the lady of the house
went that way.

Okay.
Let's go.

**

Not now.

Give it to me!
No!

Oh!

Help me!
Dilys.

**

Dilys!

**

Help me!

**

I knew
you were weak, Lloyd.

I didn't think
you were stupid.

The police
know that I lied.

Abi told them
she went looking for me

and I wasn't
where I said I was.

I told them some story
about being on the loo, but--

But you needed
a safety net...

so you planted
the pill bottle.

What, did you really expect me
to take the fall for you?

Well, if I'm going down,
you're coming with me.

**

Give it to me!

Let's go back
a bit.

Saturday night,

when you were preparing
Audrey's nightcap,

there was a knock
at the door, a man.

How do you know that?

There was someone else
in the house talking to Audrey.

They left
without you seeing them.

You were outside
talking to your visitor.

It was Lloyd.

He wanted
to talk to Audrey.

I said I didn't think
that was a good idea

and walked him back
to his tent.

Then, he asked

if he could talk to me instead
for old times' sake.

I told him to come back
to the house in five minutes.

I wanted to make sure Audrey
was settled for the night.

I wasn't sure
if I'd already added the meds.

**

♪ I got high,
I thought I saw an angel ♪

Audrey!

♪ But he was just a ghost ♪

She didn't answer, so I left
the glass outside her door.

And then
Lloyd came back.

Of course, there was only
one topic of conversation.

I don't think
she ever really appreciated

all that
I'd given up for her.

That's what hurt.

Story of my life.

**

She's very fond
of telling me

that I'll be well looked after
in her will...

but a little
public acknowledgment

in her own lifetime
wouldn't go astray.

**

Practically co-wrote
that first book of hers.

**

Excuse me.

I must have
nodded off for a moment.

Lloyd had poured himself
another wine.

I told him
to finish it

but that
I needed to go to bed.

I went
to turn some lights off.

That's when I noticed
Audrey's door was open...

and her bed
was still made up.

I decided to check
the floatation tank.

**

And there she was.

I'd killed her.

**

Oh, God, Lloyd,
what have I done?

I told him
about the pills...

how I wasn't sure
about the dose.

I wanted him
to tell me

that I hadn't
done anything wrong,

that no one would think
it was deliberate, but...

This isn't gonna
look good.

It was Lloyd's idea
to move the body.

He said we could make it
look like an accident.

"Well, she might not
be found for days.

No one would ever know
about the drugs."

All you had to do

was move her to the falls
without being seen.

Then I remembered--
Vinnie's van.

Keys!
Oh, sorry.

We managed
to get Audrey dressed.

Then...

**

...did what needed doing.

**

We were very careful not to
leave any prints in the van,

and then cleaned it
as best we could.

I washed
Audrey's whiskey glass,

and Lloyd promised to get rid
of the oxycodone bottle.

Of course, that was nothing
to what I promised him.

Half.

Sorry?

I want half--

half of whatever
Audrey left you in her will.

**

What do you think,
Detective?

Best-seller material?

I'll have plenty of time
to write in prison, won't I?

**

What's the story
with Lloyd?

He should be in hospital
by now.

**

Well, he was lucky
to avoid concussion.

He's torn the tendons
of his left ankle.

He has some
pretty heavy bruising...

and according to
his medical records,

a rare form
of blood cancer.

**

Is there something
you want to tell me, Lloyd?

I'm being kept alive
by a drug that I can't afford--

$10,000 a pop.

The only person I knew with
that sort of money was Audrey.

The thing is,
I need your help.

I need--
Money.

I should have known.

Please, Audrey.

I'm dying.

Talk to your daughter.

She's the doctor.

**

She blames me
for what happened to her mother.

**

And now you've got
another person's death

on your conscience.

**

It was late.

Dilys had dozed off,

and I knew
that Audrey was upstairs.

I don't know
what I wanted--

maybe just to have
the last word.

She wasn't
in her room...

and I saw a light.

**

She needed help.

**

But so did I.

I knew
Dilys would inherit.

**

Hello.

How's the bean
situation today?

Good.

Nice and roasted?

Yep.

Cool.
Okay.

Yeah.

You still do those
loyalty cards, mate?

Sure am.

Yeah,
I'll take one, too.

Coming right up.

Your usuals?

You know it.

Hey, you know how
you made that crack

about Gus
and his new best friend?

I think you
might have been right.

Mm.

Hey, what are
you guys cooking up?

Vinnie's offered me
an endorsement deal.

Yeah.

Not-- Not just
in Brokenwood, either.

This could go national.

Just got to get it over
to the lad in the head office.

What do you think?

Genius.

Pure genius.

Good luck, guys.

Hey.

You're up
and about early.

Uh, yeah.

Gina wanted
a fresh set of eyes.

Oh.
Excuse me.

Oh.

It will help to hear it
in my voice.

Let me
read it to you.

Yeah,
I read the first line.

Couldn't be anyone else.

"Extracting the viscera
from my first cadaver,

I knew
I had found my calling."

Yep.

"The sterilized scent
of the autopsy room

mixed with
a faintly sweet odor of decay,

creating an atmosphere

that some
might find unbearable."

**