All language subtitles for The Brokenwood Mysteries S10E04 Love You to Death

Good morning!
Good to see you!

So glad we could
squeeze you in.

This is more like it.

Hey, you're not
the first to say that.

A lot of interest
in this place.

Amy,
Charles Wadsworth,

property broker,
a.k.a. the dream maker.

So be prepared for all
your dreams to come true.

You're loving
the outside,

just wait till you see
what's on the inside.

So spacious entrance.
More of an atrium, really.

Yeah. They said
by negotiation.

What do they
want for it?

Well, what price do you
put on perfection?

Cut the spin.

Well, the owners
are prepared to consider

all reasonable offers.

Well... What-- What's the smell?

Hm. Uh... oh.

Uh, possibly
a cleaning product

used on the Italian
marble here.

Did I mention these floors?
They're from the Amalfi Coast?

That is not
a cleaning product.

Is it gas?

Gas? Oh, no,
I wouldn't have thought so, no.

Ah. yes.
No, they they did mention

touching up a bit
of the paint.

So oil based perhaps,
but fumey, isn't it?

Oh, for God's sake.
Really?

We didn't book you people!

All the time
to be cleaning the oven.

I'm so sorry
about this.

Did you hear what I said?
Excuse me.

Oh, God!

Don't just stand there!
Call an ambulance!

Call a bloody ambulance!

Female. Late 40s,
gassed herself in the oven.

So why are we here?

This is not
the victim's house.

Remember him?

I do. Uh, one of
the Wadsworth clan.

Mm-hmm.

Charles Wadsworth
identified her

as Laura Lyman,
one of his clients.

He was showing her
around last night.

Trust fund baby now
flicking real estate.

Oh, how the mighty
have fallen.

Top end real estate, though.

What do you reckon a place
like this is worth?

Much, much more than
we'll ever earn

in our lifetimes
combined.

Hi, Laura.
Mike Shepherd.

I'm sorry.
It seems you came untethered.

Nice rhymes, Boss.

Hmm. Emcee Shepherd
in the house.

Apologies. Uh, we'll get you out
of here as soon as we can.

Charles.

Detective.

Sorry to be meeting again
under these circumstances.

Yeah.

The deceased was
a client of yours?

Yes. Yeah. No.

She was interested
in buying the house.

Mm. A viewing at night.
Unusual?

Well, that's
how interested.

She wanted to see the place
in the evening,

lit up
in all its glory.

Please just take your time.
Yeah?

Make yourself at home.

Uh, and I will meet you
back here soon.

We can talk about
making an offer.

I came back maybe 30 minutes
later, but she'd left.

The house was empty?

Yes.

What time was this?

About quarter to 10:00.

You checked the house?

Oh, yes. Of course.

And locked up?

Most definitely.

So you need a card,
not a key?

Electric locking.
Top of the line.

Oh. Uh, who else
has a card?

I have the only one.

Mm. And the owners are?

Overseas.

Hello, Mike.

Beautiful day following
the blood moon last night.

- Did you see it?
- Uh...

Uh, Sims is waiting.

Did Mrs. Lyman seem upset?

Was she distressed
in any way?

No. No, she seemed
her usual self.

How many ovens
does this place have?

Four. Two convection,
steam, gas.

I thought natural gas
couldn't kill you.

This is LPG. Lethal.

Oh. Very sad.
Just like Svetlana Plotz.

- Who?
- A famous poet.

She died in the early 1960s
by gassing herself in the oven.

Oh, uh, no,
I think you mean, um,

Sylvia Plath, American,
wrote "The Bell Jar."

No, Svetlana Plath's
Russian.

She wrote
"The Ding Dong Box."

The ding dong?

Uh, yeah, sure.
Whatever you say.

I know my poets.
They're all the same.

Their work is so painful,
it kills them in the end.

Okay, well,
I'm going to leave you to it.

That is always
for the best.

These ones never get
any easier, do they?

Mm. Well,
it's always harder

for those
they leave behind.

And those who have
to break the news.

I'll tell the husband.

♪ I was scared of silence

♪ Looking for distractions

♪ Something in the distance

♪ Caught my eye

♪ I was looking backwards

♪ Back into the darkness

♪ Somebody was crying

♪ Close nearby

♪ How can I explain

♪ My heart goes up in flames

♪ How can I let go?

♪ I don't know

♪ I don't know

Gina.

Mike, I need to talk about
why sometimes

we keep things
close to our breasts.

Okay.
Uh, I'll be right there.

You know, Svetlana Plotz
wrote like this.

Known as
confessional poetry.

Well, it may well
be confessional,

but I don't
think it's a poem.

I love what you've done
with the place.

I always try to make it nice
for a viewing.

Uh, Mike,
this is Sonny Lyman.

Uh, hello. Uh, DC Shepherd.
Dr. Kandinsky.

I'm sorry to meet
this way.

Are you ready for this?

No. But let's get
it over with.

That's my wife,
Laura Lyman.

Uh, you're welcome
to take some time.

He's very handsome
for a dentist.

In Russia, they all look
like Herman Munster.

Well, uh, this guy's
apparently pretty good.

Who do you use?

Oh, I don't bother.
I do it myself. Much cheaper.

You do your own
dental work?

It's all about mirrors
and holding your tongue right.

And having access
to a high speed rail.

Anyone could do it.

Wow.

Gina, is there no end
to your talents?

No.

Can we talk?

This was found with her?

Do you recognize
the handwriting?

Yes. It's Laura's.

Was your wife struggling
with depression at all?

Not exactly.

Uh, it says, "No kids."

Yeah.
One was never enough.

Laura always wanted more.
Never happened.

It says, "No husband."

Were the two of you
planning on separating?

Oh, no, no,
nothing like that.

But it's why I wanted
to talk to you.

You need to get
that lame excuse

for a real estate salesperson,
Charles Wadsworth,

and his crazy wife in here

and charge her
with manslaughter or something.

I'm sorry?
I don't follow.

- His wife, Jools Fahey.
- Yes, I know who she is.

She's been harassing Laura
and me for the past six months.

Harassing you
about what?

She...

thinks I'm in love
with her.

That she and I
are in love.

And is there any basis
to that?

No.

She's sick.
Seriously unwell.

So, why does
she think that?

She was a patient of mine.

One day after
some treatment,

she started behaving
completely irrationally,

talking as if
we were a couple,

making unwanted visits
to the clinic.

Mrs. Fahey!

You don't have
an appointment today.

I was hoping Sonny could
take a quick look at my jaw,

just to make sure
everything's all right.

Toothache?

Something is aching, yes.

Crazy, weird, weird stuff.

And your wife
knew about this?

Yeah. And was quite
rightly furious about it.

And then last night...

Sorry, we've only
just arrived ourselves.

What the hell
are you doing here?!

Sonny wanted to
show me the house.

Christ, Jools.
For God's sake.

- Get out of here!
- There you are.

I got here as quick
as I could.

Dad, do something I.

I love the place!

What the hell
is going on?

Get her out of here!
I want you out of my life!

Ah!

So you went
to this viewing,

and you invited
Jools Fahey?

No, of course not.
She was making that up.

Any excuse to insert herself
into our lives.

Honey, I'm really sorry
this happened.

Get away from me.

Everyone just needs to
get away from me.

Mom, it's okay.
No it's not.

I need some
peace from this.

I'm so sorry.
I had no idea.

Do you think I'm going to buy
this home from you now?

It's a beautiful
house, Mom.

It is. That it is.

Just take
your time, honey.

Yeah, just
take some breaths.

We can buy this house
if you want.

I mean,
maybe this is the one.

You just-- you take
all the time that you need.

Okay? I'll get
Eva home.

Come on.

What are you playing it?

I didn't know
she was coming, I swear.

Please, please,
just take your time. Yeah?

And you left with?

- My daughter Eva.
- Oh.

Charles Wadsworth
stayed behind.

Uh, he left shortly after
to take his crazy wife home.

Charles, I'm drenched!

I mean it.
Get in the car now.

No!

I'm not gonna tell Eva
about this.

Uh, well, that's entirely up
to you, of course,

but often those left behind
want something to hold on to.

It won't make any sense.

Jools Fahey.
Get that woman off the streets.

Uh, could you show
Mr. Lyman out.

This way.

Gina.

Mike, there are signs of
a struggle on the victim.

What exactly?

Something not consistent
with suicide.

Come for me now, Mike.

We need to talk
about Jools Fahey.

Jools Fahey?

Yeah, bring her in.
I'll call you on the way.

Unbelievable.

Svetlana Plotz
was a real poet,

most famous for ripping off
"The Bell Jar."

Russian appropriation.
Who would have thought?

- Todd.
- Oh, detectives.

I didn't know
you work here.

Well, in
the traditional sense,

of exchanging
physical exertion

for usable currency.

Not sure I do.

Uh, Jools Fahey.
Is she around?

Oh, uh, back that way.

Thank you.

Charles, stop.
I need you to stop this.

All I'm saying is there
are gonna be questions.

Sorry to interrupt.

Detectives.
Not at all.

Uh, pot plants
for the office, is it?

Uh, last night,
you were at a viewing

at 416 Tullamore Drive.

Uh, yes, I did pop in.

It's one of Charles' listings,
a lovely place.

We understand you were there
the same time Laura Lyman

was viewing
the property.

I did see her, yes.

Uh, Mrs. Lyman was found
deceased there this morning.

I know. Charles said.

Oh, poor Sonny. I'll drop
a casserole round later.

No, you won't.

Oh, Charles,
have a heart.

You know what? Why don't we
go back to the office

and make sense
of all this there.

Why?

A woman has died.

By suicide.

What's that
got to do with me?

Well, the conclusion of
suicide is yet to be confirmed.

Shall we?

Perhaps you
should come to.

There are traces
of her own skin

beneath her fingernails.

These marks were
self-inflicted?

She fought back,
but unsuccessfully.

Then someone placed her
in the oven?

Yes. Or...

Or?

The attacker left,
the victim was disorientated.

She opened the oven
thinking it was a window.

She attempted
to climb through.

But was poisoned
by the fumes.

But first she
turned the oven on?

Why would she do that?

I don't know, but it would
have had to have been on for her

to succumb to the gas.

Maybe she thought

the knob was
the window ledge.

That's a very
interesting theory, Gina.

Thank you. Mike.
You know, I have hidden depths.

Take a seat.

Mike won't be long,
and then we'll get underway.

Oh, do you think I might
make a call while I wait?

To your lawyer?

No. To Sonny. Dr. Lyman,

I do want
to send my condolences.

Uh, I'm not sure
that's appropriate,

given the situation.

I see.

Well, that's a shame.
He'll think I'm so rude.

Jools Fahey is waiting,
but she's in a weird space.

Yeah, it's like
she's disassociated

from the whole situation.

Should we
get a psych in?

Uh, let's see what she
has to say first.

Jools, hello again.

Detective,
nice to see you.

And firstly,
thank you for letting me

speak to you
without Charles.

Oh, well, we generally
interview people separately,

just as a matter
of policy.

Unless they require
a support person.

Oh, you don't need anyone,
do you, Jools?

No.

What I'm saying
is all this is hard on Charles,

the poor thing.

And by "all this", you mean
your affection for Dr. Lyman?

Affection.
How sweet.

I think it's best to
name it for what it is.

And what's that?

Love.

You're in love
with Sonny Lyman.

Mm-hmm.
And he with me, very much.

Even though you're married
to Charles Wadsworth.

Charles is
an absolute sweetie.

Uh, and Dr. Lyman
was married to his wife.

Yes.

Oh, what he must
be going through.

How did this love
come about?

Wisdom teeth.

Sonny, Jools Fahey
here for your 11:00.

Jools, come in.

Take a seat.

So today we're going to talk
about these wisdom.

So I had surrendered to
him, and he did his thing,

and his work was immaculate.
I didn't feel any pain.

And then--

Jools...

Jools?

Hello, beautiful.

Nice to have you back.

I thought I'd lost you
for good there.

I'm not going anywhere.

Have a rinse.

Hello, beautiful?
He said that?

He's a very
charming man.

Oh, I'm not oblivious
to the irony.

What irony is that?

Uh, we take wisdom teeth
out, and in turn,

make room
for a new wisdom.

Feelings.

That were obviously
always there,

but never mentioned.

Now laid bare.
Quite naked.

Did you hurt
yourself recently?

Hm?

Uh, is that a bruise
on your cheek?

Oh. Silly work thing.
Moving a pot--

Uh, potted bamboo.

Last night, what
happened when you left

416 Tullamore Drive?

Uh, Charles escorted me home.
He insisted.

Drive home. Do not stop.

Do not think about coming back
here. I will follow.

Charles,
I've been humiliated.

Go home, Jools.
I need to close this deal.

You are
ruining everything!

I escorted her home.

She didn't want me to,
but I insisted.

Your wife's mental health,
how would you describe it?

She has openly said
that she's in love

with another man,
so that must be distressing.

It's not real.

A woman is dead.

We have reason to believe
not by her own hand.

It would be helpful to know
whether her mental state is...

Dangerous?

Perhaps you should talk
to her psychiatrist.

Their name?

Roger Plummer.

Dr. Plummer,
it's Kristin Sims.

Detective,
how can I help?

Uh, Jools Fahey, I understand
that she's a patient of yours.

Yes. Of course,
I'm not at liberty to discuss.

But Charles Wadsworth
specifically requested

that we contact you.

We have written consent.

Can I ask
what this is about?

It's in relation
to a suspected homicide.

Would you mind popping down
to the station

for a chat at your earliest?

Uh, Lucas and I are
just finishing a coffee.

I'll see you shortly.

I need to call
into the police station.

- What have you done?
- Nothing. Not me.

A client possibly.

I should get back
to the parish.

Then drop me
on the way.

It's on the opposite
side of town.

Lucas, please.

This wretched bike.
It's like a push me/pull you.

You're welcome to
borrow my unicycle.

Still getting
the hang of it, but it's fun.

I'll come with you.

When Charles Wadsworth
returned at 9:45,

the house was empty,
so he locked it.

But we only have
his word for that.

Regardless, somewhere
between then and this morning,

Laura was attacked and then
found dead in the kitchen.

So how did she get back
into the locked house?

Someone else
had a key card.

Charles is the sole agent.

Well, we have Jools Fahey
openly in love

with the victim's husband,
so clear motive.

All right.
With her husband, Charles,

holding the key to the scene
of the crime. That fits.

But if the suicide
was staged,

then how do we account
for the note

written in the victim's
handwriting?

I've been treating
Jools Fahey

for De Clérambault's
syndrome.

Declar--

De Clérambault's syndrome,
a condition where the brain

is in a heightened state
of arousal about another person,

usually someone of
a higher social status.

And what triggers
this condition?

In Jools Fahey's situation,
it was coming out of anesthetic,

a state of acute vulnerability,
and there was Dr. Lyman

standing before her
like a savior.

And this unique bond
was formed.

And how common
is this syndrome?

Well, well documented,
but, um, extremely rare.

And how is it cured?

I have tried
various therapies recommended

by the Royal College
of Psychiatry.

I had high hopes
for hypnotherapy,

but so far,
to no avail.

How did you know Dr. Lyman
had fallen in love with you?

I could
see it in his eyes.

Would you describe
the attraction as sexual?

If it becomes possible
for us to be together,

of course.

If the physical side
doesn't happen,

it wouldn't matter.

It's much purer
than that.

"If it becomes possible
for us to be together."

Surely the main
obstacle to that

was the presence
of Sonny's wife, Laura.

How often do you
see Miss Fahey?

That's a little awkward.

Her husband Charles
has had to tighten his belt.

He can no longer
afford my fees.

Jools Fahey is currently
without medical supervision?

Yes.

Mr. Wadsworth.
Jack of all trades.

Yeah.

Help out on occasion.

This is a new business.

Is Jools here?
Uh, no.

Uh, you mentioned
to my boss that

when you left the viewing,
Mrs. Lyman seemed

her usual self.

Yes.

So you have met
on more than one occasion.

She's looked
at other properties, yes.

Right. But to be fair,
she wasn't her usual self.

She pushed your wife
into the pool. She was upset.

Yeah. That was, uh,
that was unfortunate.

Last night, you said that you
went back to the property

and locked up.

That's right.

And Mrs. Lyman
wasn't there?

No, the place was empty,
so I locked up and left.

Any chance Mrs. Lyman
was still there?

She wasn't.
But if she was,

there wouldn't be anyone
to say otherwise, correct?

I don't like
what you're implying.

Your relationship
with Mrs. Lyman,

is it anything more than
client, real estate salesperson?

Property broker?
And no, there was nothing more.

Were you angry about
the way

Mrs. Lyman
treated your wife?

Like I said, it was unfortunate,
and that's all.

How long would you say
it took you to lock up?

Uh, oh, a few minutes.

And how long is the drive
between the Tullamore property

and your place?

15 minutes,
give or take.

Okay, I'll let you
get back to it.

Dr. Lyman hopes
to be back in a week.

Thanks, Mrs. Marlowe.

Kia ora.

Hi again. Harper?

Yes.

We've actually met before,
haven't we?

Kind of.

You used to work with
the Wilbury brothers.

In a past life, yeah.

When that all fell apart,
I wanted a fresh start.

About a year ago,
I wound up here.

With a new name.

I needed to leave
everything behind.

Uh, Jools Fahey.
She's a patient here?

Uh-huh.

Well, we understand

that she's formed an unusual
attachment to Dr. Lyman.

Sure.

If that's a euphemism
for batshit crazy.

Weirdest thing
I've ever seen.

Mrs. Fahey, Dr. Lyman
is with a patient.

I'm not here
to interrupt.

Yes, but--I just thought this

might brighten up
the place.

A butterfly pea,
clitoria ternatea.

Such an inviting flower.
Perhaps in the corner.

Well...

Nothing we said
made any difference.

Not too spicy.

Well, a little bit
of heat, but, you know...

Mrs. Fahey, Dr. Lyman
has asked me to tell you

he cannot accept gifts
like this.

But what we say isn't always
what we mean, is it?

Tell him I said ciao.

Relentless.
I'll give her that.

Did you ever get any sense

that Dr. Lyman
encouraged her?

Like, is he hot for her?

For want of
a better term.

If hiding in the back room
whenever she comes around,

is hot for her, sure.

So you never noticed
any reciprocation?

Nope.

Oh, my God.

Poor thing.

It sucks.

It's gonna be okay.
All right?

Um, this
is Detective Sims.

Sonny's daughter.
Eva.

Hello.
Hi.

Um, Dad asked me to pick up
his laptop.

You know where it is?

Uh, Dr. Lyman
has a dental assistant?

Yeah, Lisa.
But she's away.

Okay.
Can I get her address?

Thanks.

I found high traces
of nitrous oxide in the victim.

Nitrous oxide is a relaxant.

It travels through
the neural system.

But it's not lethal?

No. The oven killed
this woman.

You're suggesting
that this was used

to overpower
the victim first.

If the apparatus encapsulated
the nose and mouth,

she could have
been breathing in

more than 70%
recommended dose.

In seconds, she would have been
seen dancing Cossacks

wearing pink tutus.

So she faints or loses
consciousness.

Rendering her
physically and mentally useless.

So relaxed that when
she's placed in the appliance,

she would have had
no way to resist.

Until she succumbs to the gas
from the oven itself.

In a perversely
happy frame of mind.

It's a disturbing
way to go.

If only Svetlana
had been happy when she died.

I should read you a passage.

Yeah. Great.

Uh, not tonight.
Thanks, Gina.

"It was
a brutal sulfuric winter.

I was near the end,
peering into a black hole.

The pit of despair
was calling my name.

Svetlana.

The idea of being poisoned
makes me feel anxious."

It's all I could
think to do.

You're too good
to me.

If there's anything,
you call me.

Patient of mine.

That is a lasagna.

People are
so thoughtful.

How are you holding up?

We've had better days,
haven't we?

The vultures
are circling.

Eva, she was
being kind.

For God's sake, Dad!

Mum died in an oven, and she
brings you something she baked?

Do you want to get that?

All my friends
are reaching out.

Mom kills herself,
and suddenly I'm so popular.

Eva, come on.
It's not like that.

They care about you.

You have new information?

Yeah, we need to talk
to you both

about events leading up
to your wife's passing.

It might be best
if we talk separately.

Yeah. Of course.
I'll show you around the place.

Laura's pride and joy.

Nitrous oxide is
no longer our go to.

Dental associations worldwide
have recommended

we don't use it.
Diazepam is preferred now.

So you don't use it?

I don't offer it. No.

So what did you use
on Jools Fahey?

Uh, that was
a deep sedation.

Bilateral wisdom tooth
extraction.

She was very anxious,
so I thought it best

to put her under.

Ms. Fahey talks about
your chairside manner,

that it's very intimate.

I'm a dentist
and an oral surgeon.

80% of our skill
is putting people at ease.

Friendly, sure, but "intimate"
is not an appropriate word.

Uh, "Hello, beautiful" could
be construed as intimate.

Is that what she told you?
When she came to?

No, I never said that.

Jools? Jools?

Oh. Hello, Jools.

Nice to have you back.

For a moment, we thought
we'd lost you for good.

Have a rinse.

Hello, Jools.
Hello, beautiful.

In her state, she may well
have heard something

other than what
I actually said.

Next thing I know,
she's calling the clinic

two, three times a day.

Mrs. Fahey, please listen.

Dr. Lyman
is simply not available

to talk to you right now.

Okay? Thanks. Bye.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you,

thank you, Harper.

Just hang up
next time, okay?

A few days later, she bailed me
up outside the clinic.

Sonny.
Jools, please.

Okay.
This is not appropriate.

I know you need more time.
These feelings are so big.

There are no feelings!

You'll come to accept
that this is real.

And we'll both be very happy.
So very happy.

I called her GP.

He contacted her husband,
but the harassment continued.

Yet you didn't contact
the police?

Because I recognize
that she's ill.

Jools Fahey is a very
sick person, Detective.

That's very tolerant
of you.

Perhaps.

But believe me, Laura was not
so understanding.

It's a lot of money, Laura.

The Taylors paid 3.2
for their new home.

And this place
is next level.

And the neighborhood
is very...

White?

Clean.

It's at the right
end of town.

Just take a look.
That's all I ask.

Oh, my God. No.
Don't look at her.

Prosecco.
Thanks, Trudy.

Screw this.

Laura, don't.

Look, I don't know
what your problem is,

but it's a big problem
for me.

So if you don't
leave my husband,

my family, and me alone,
I will call the police.

I'm simply
enjoying a drink.

What are you going
to do about this?

She's just having
a glass of wine.

- Oh, no she's not.
- Laura, come on.

Death by a thousand cuts?
Is that the plan?

She's killing me.

I mean you
no harm, Laura.

Enjoy your drink!

Okay.
You've got to leave.

I wouldn't stay here
if you paid me.

I've got tennis shoes that
taste better than your calamari.

Come on, Sonny.

I'm so sorry about this.

Sorry your wife likes
eating tennis shoes.

Come on, Sonny, now.

It's all right, Sonny.

It's hard on her,
what we have.

Listen, we don't
have anything!

Laura was in the right.

Jools Fahey pushed her
over the edge.

Sonny, we have reason to believe
that your wife's death

was not by her own hand.

I don't understand.

There are
signs of a struggle

preceding her asphyxiation
in the oven.

You mean someone put her
in there?

Potentially.

Jools Fahey.

- We're making inquiries.
- Well, who else could it be?

She was at the house.
What more do you need?

Actual evidence.

You get that woman
off the streets.

Sonny Lyman says
that nitrous oxide

is no longer part
of his treatment plan.

What about nangs?

Whippets.

- Yeah.
- What?

Small nitrous cylinders,
used to whip cream,

among other things,
but some people choose

to huff them
to get high.

Called nangs,
whippets,

hippie crack.

What? So the offender
grabs the victim

by the throat
and says, "Here, try these."

But the effects
are really short.

Maybe less than a minute,
so then what?

Offers another one?

And another one.

Yeah, sounds
a little clumsy.

Anything
from the daughter?

Yeah, one or two
things of interest.

What do you
want to know?

What happened after
you left the house

at Tullamore Drive.

After crazy Jools Fahey
showed up?

Yeah. After that.

Dad drove me home.

He went to the pub,

I watched TV.

Dad came home.

Mum didn't.

Your dad went to the pub?

Harper's birthday.

He wanted to
give her a present.

Okay. You didn't go?

I'm 17.
I wasn't invited.

She came to this house,
you know?

Harper?

Jools Fahey.

Mom and I were out of town,
and dad comes home,

and she's cooking
him dinner.

Excuse me.
What are you doing?

Beef bourguignon.
Your favorite.

And there's a lovely
Bordeaux open.

How was your day?

Uh...

And what
does your dad do?

What do you think?

She was right here,
cooking bloody beef bourguignon.

Did you call the cops?

No.
I asked her to leave.

She's sick, Eva.
She's a very sick woman.

I haven't mentioned
this to your mother.

Since you left school,
she's--

She doesn't
need the stress.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Well, if there's
anything else that comes up,

give me a call.

Thanks.

Uh, well,
surely that behavior

makes Jools Fahey
certifiable.

Mm. Sonny Lyman needed
to lay a complaint. He didn't.

And the fact
that he went to the pub.

Odd after what happened
at Tullamore Drive.

And he never mentioned that.

Well, maybe he thought
you didn't need the stress.

I'll make coffee.

- Oh, you don't have to.
- Yeah, I'll do it.

That's all right.
It's my turn.

And we
are out of bait.

Bummer.

- Oh, well.
- That's all right.

I'll go to Frodo's
and get a round.

Phew.

Morning, Todd.
Just the usual. Thanks, Frodo.

Everything okay
with you guys?

Yeah. You know,
sweet as.

But, yeah.
Tough news about Mrs. Lyman.

Yeah. Real punch in the gut,
that one.

You knew her?

Well, no, but Mr. Lyman,
for sure.

Greatest dentist
in all of Brokenwood.

Yep. Whole family used him.
Heart goes out, you know?

It's usually the dentist
who, um,

you know?

It's the highest
rate of all the professions.

It's usually
not the wives.

Hope it doesn't affect
his sense of humor.

He's a funny guy.

Always puts you at ease,
even when the drill is spinning.

Yeah, only one who can
make you laugh

while pulling out
your wisdom teeth.

Yeah. Got a bit of a stand up
routine, does he?

Oh, nah, it's just the gas.
Helps take the edge off.

Probably the most fun
I've had in ages.

I thought that dentists
don't use laughing gas anymore.

Well, no, but, um,

if you say the code,
he'll bring it out.

What's the code?

"Hey, I'm completely
freaking out here.

Give me some gas."

Yeah, that
usually does it.

When did you have
your wisdom teeth out?

Just last week.
Yeah. Healed up pretty quick.

Top dentist, eh,
Dr. Lyman.

Thanks, Todd.
You, uh, have a good day.

Hey, Mike.
Sorry. Coffee's off.

I'm heading
to the dentist clinic.

Sonny Lyman's
been telling porkies.

It's in here.

You turn the tank on,
it comes through there.

And good times.

And does it
get used often?

I reorder when Sonny
tells me to.

And how long ago was that?

A while ago.
Why?

Wait. Is that what--

Oh, no way.
That stuff can't kill you.

It's just part
of our inquiries.

The night
that Mrs. Lyman died,

you were having drinks
at the Croc and Panther?

Uh, yeah. A couple of mates.
Pretty low key.

And Sonny Lyman came
to wish you a happy birthday.

Yeah.
Dedicated boss.

Best boss I ever had.

Nothing more than that?

What do you mean?

A stalker interrupted
their house viewing.

His wife was upset,

yet he still found time
to spend with you.

Wow. Okay.

You know, I turned up
here in Brokenwood

one level up
from a homeless person.

Sonny Lyman
gave me a shot.

He-- He believed in me.
He said I had promise.

And I was so grateful
to get out of that crappy life.

Coconut shies
and ghost trains.

And I did everything I could
to live up to that promise.

I made this place cool,
you know?

People like coming here,
like coming to the dentist.

And Sonny is
a really good guy,

so don't come here digging
for dirt that doesn't exist.

Please.

Come through. We're just
discussing funeral arrangements.

I'm sorry to interrupt.
Ah, Reverend.

Detective.

Eva.
Hi.

Well, I think I have everything
that we need anyhow.

Psalm 51: 3 to 19.

It's one
of my favorites.

Oh, and Eva's
going to sing,

which will be
very special.

If she feels up to it.

Dad, I can handle it.

Voice of an angel,
this one.

Well, I'll, um,
I'll leave you to it.

Thank you, Reverend.

Thank you.

He married us.
Christened Eva.

Now he starts
laying us to rest.

You're here to tell us
Jools Fahey's been arrested?

Uh, without
actual evidence, not yet.

That's disappointing
to hear.

Dad, I'm gonna go
on practice.

Okay, love.

You know, I feel like I've--
I've let her down.

I'm sure that's
not the case.

You have kids, detective?

I don't, no.

Sonny, earlier today,
when I asked you about

nitrous oxide,
you said you didn't have any.

My colleague checked
your clinic,

and there
is a supply there.

I said I didn't offer it.
That's not the same thing.

We believe that your wife
was overpowered by nitrous oxide

and then was left to die
by propane inhalation.

Are you suggesting someone
took gas from my surgery?

No.

Who had access?

Only Harper.
She wouldn't do that.

Anyone else?

Well, my assistant, Lisa.

But she's been on leave
this week in Fiji.

And it's not like I have
the only supply in town.

I'm aware of that.

So surely you should be
making inquiries elsewhere.

And we are.

When the team first arrived,
there were several windows

and doors open.

In an effort
to expel the gas, yes.

Are you sure it was
fully locked when

you left
the previous night?

Oh, yes,
that's real estate 101.

Laura?

Laura?

Make sure it's as you found it.
It was locked.

I have no idea how Mrs. Lyman
made her way back in.

Now, you took Jools home
after the altercation?

Yes.

Yet you both had cars.

I followed her home.

Jools, this has to stop!

Charles,
what's got into you?

I am out there trying
to make an honest go of work,

of our marriage,
and you're hell bent

on destroying it all!

Charles, I love you,
I do, but...

Sonny invited me
to look at the house.

No, he didn't!
Why would he?

Because he loves me.

Oh, please.

I, uh, left her there,
came back here, locked up,

and, uh, then
I returned home.

And Jools was at home
when you got back?

No.

Where was she?

Where do you think?

When she finally got back,
I asked her.

I went to visit Sonny
to make sure he was all right.

You went to his house?

Oh, Charles,
don't make a thing.

And was-- was
Laura there?

No, and neither
was Sonny.

I'll try calling
him tomorrow.

No amount of
rational discussion

can make her
alter her behavior.

This is very
critical information

you've been
sitting on, Charles.

Look, I know my wife
is unwell, okay?

But, look, I'm certain
that she didn't do this.

So between 9:30 p.m.
and 10:15 p.m., Jools was alone.

And Sonny Lyman?

Ah, well, we know
that Sonny took Eva home.

And then
headed to the pub.

Yeah.
Harper's birthday drinks.

I stayed
for one, came home,

checked in on Eva,
and went to bed.

Mm. And Laura hadn't returned
home at that point either?

No, and Eva
hadn't seen her.

Hey, kiddo,
Mom not home yet?

No, I tried calling her.

Didn't answer.

Maybe she's putting an offer in
on that new place.

Signing her life away.

So he goes to bed.

His wife didn't come home,

and he never thought
to report it.

Separate bedrooms.

Laura struggled
with insomnia.

She worried a lot,
especially about Eva.

Wanted so much for her.

It's the only child thing,
you know?

He wakes up,
goes to work,

thinks she's
still sleeping.

DC Chalmers.

Um, could we talk?

There's something
you should know.

Oh, that is
so thoughtful.

Eva, absolutely.

Dad asked me to check
if mum's plot at the cemetery

was the right one.

We could meet there.

Uh, Broken Hill cemetery.
Sure thing. I'll see you then.

Appreciate you
coming over.

If there's anything
I can do, please.

Sure.

So, uh, what is
it you wanted to share?

You asked if there's anything
you should know.

Yeah.

Well, there's this
one client of my dad's.

Her name is
Nancy Jacks.

Her husband
got killed last year.

Uh, yeah,
the motel shooting.

We worked the case.

Yeah. That's her.

Well, she's struggling,

and her kids need
a bunch of work done.

They come in a lot.

Ah, well done, Travis.
You're very brave.

No charge, Harper.

Sonny, you don't
have to do that.

It's a statement,
not a question.

Thank you.

See you next week.

So you're saying that your
father is a very generous man

who's helping a...

A damsel
in distress?

Even in the movies,
that always ends in a kiss.

Are you suggesting that
your father is having an affair?

No.

He wouldn't do that.
He's way too straight.

So you're suggesting that
Nancy Jack's got so desperate

that she did something
to your mum?

We haven't even
had the funeral yet.

And it's like she's already
moving in on my dad.

Okay, uh,
we'll look into it.

When your father dropped you
home the other night...

Yeah.

...did Jools Fahey
pay a visit?

No.

Oh, my God, is she
creeping about again?

Probably not.

Uh, don't worry about it.
Thanks for your help.

Next up, Nancy Jacks.

You need a wingman?

I think I'll be fine.

Yes?

Hi, Nancy.
I'm Detective Sims

Yeah, I remember.

Uh, do you mind
if we have a chat?

Sure.

Sonny introduced us,

and Laura and I
became a kind of friends.

They even baby sat
the kids on occasion

when I needed a break.

She was very, uh,
generous and open,

constantly giving me
parental advice.

The thing with kids is
you have to be firm sometimes.

I know.
They need boundaries.

They do.

Yeah, I try, I swear.

It's just,
when you're on your own.

Get them in line
now, my friend.

Because as they
get older,

the problems just
get more complex.

Really?
Do I want to know?

Experimentation.

Don't get me started.

What did
she mean by that?

Drugs, sex.
The usual pitfalls, I guess.

Things I have
to look forward to, eh?

She was a-- she
was a very good person.

I'm not going
to move in there.

Even though Sonny's quite cute,
don't you think?

That's not for me
to comment on,

but you obviously
find him attractive.

Even if I did, I'm not ready
for that kind of change.

Nor are the kids.

Where were you night
before last?

You still have to ask.

I do.

Here, where I am
every night, with the kids.

Okay. Uh, well,
thank you for your help, Nancy.

Sonny Lyman is a really,
really good man.

You need to know that.

So everyone
keeps saying.

I, uh, need to understand
more about the treatments

that you offered
Jools Fahey.

Jools Fahey?
Oh, yeah. Pretty sad, eh?

With her imaginary friend.

Uh. Thanks, Frodo.
This is a private meeting.

Yeah. That's what she says.
Every Friday.

The usual, Frodo.

Mind if we take this
table over here?

Always nice to have
a bit of privacy.

Sure. Take a seat.

Your coffee,
and for your friend.

Thank you.

Mm. Oh, is yours
nice and warm?

Oh, isn't it lovely?

Whoever it is
never comes,

but she acts like he does.

It's weird.
Can I say that?

I mean, it's not like
she's hurting anyone.

She hasn't hurt anyone,
has she?

Thanks, Frodo.

Um, you mentioned
that you tried hypnotherapy.

Yes.

Roger's very good at it.

He puts me
under on occasion.

Lucas, please.

She was very conducive
to it.

And from there,
we moved into role playing.

Another thing
he's very good at.

Lucas, I'm trying to--

Talking about your work
with the local operatic.

Oh, yes.

I remember well.
Uh, Captain Cook sans pants.

Oh, well, we don't
mention the war,

but it is something
of a passion.

We're looking at doing
"Hair" next year.

So no trousers again.

Lucas!

You were saying?

Ah, role playing.

I assume the role of Dr. Lyman,
her dentist.

Under hypnosis,
she accepts that I am he.

I then assert that I do not
have feelings for her.

It's usually
highly effective,

but nothing.

When you put someone under,
do they still possess

the ability to lie?

Not if they're
truly under.

Now, would it be possible
for me to have

a chat with Jools
in that state?

Like a polygraph?
Jolly good.

Not quite.

Is that legal?

We'll keep it
informal.

Hello again, Harper.

I've locked up.

I just have
a few follow up questions.

I've already
set the alarm.

Won't take long.

How about you buy me
a drink, then?

Okay.

So, what do you
want to know?

Uh, well, basically,
we're still trying to establish

who might have had an issue
with Laura Lyman.

I thought you were focusing
on Jools Fahey.

Aside from Jools Fahey.

I see.

Okay, well, me.

You?

Well, that's what
this is about, isn't it?

Uh, I don't follow.

Sonny hasn't told you?

Told me what?

It's hardly a secret.

Mrs. Lyman did not
like me.

Because?

Uh, okay.
Gee, uh, where do I start?

Uh, my background,
color of my skin.

I didn't go to
the right school.

Hardly went to school
at all, to be honest.

And because I got on well
with her husband, and...

Where did
this come from?

Oh, it's kind of a--

Clitoria ternatea?
Is this some kind of joke?

Honestly, I didn't--

You people, I thought
I made myself very clear.

Your sexuality
is not something

I want on display
around my family.

And you never told her
that Jools delivered it?

Sonny would
have copped it.

And the comment
about your sexuality?

Yeah. You were way off
the mark about me and Sonny.

He's not my style.

Ah.

And Laura felt
uncomfortable about that?

Laura was
a stuck up prude.

But to make matters worse,
for my sins,

Eva got a little
hung up on me.

It's how I feel.

I can't help
how I feel about you.

It's sweet,
and I get it.

But I can't be
that person for you.

It's not appropriate.

On a whole bunch
of levels.

Okay?

But she doubled down
and declared her love

for me to her parents.

Harper! No. No, no, no, no, no.
I will not have that.

I like girls, Mom!

No, you, don't!

Of course
Laura wanted me fired.

I want that
minx gone, Sonny.

Her influence over Eva
is destructive and disgusting.

She's the best thing that
ever happened to our clinic.

People love Harper.

Don't you be weak,
Sonny Lyman.

What?

To his credit, he stuck by me.
I kept my job.

Uh, so it would be fair
to say Laura Lyman

had it in for you?

But nothing happened
between you and Eva.

Oh, please.
She's 17.

And I'm only interested
in women my own age.

Dr. Plummer:
One, two, three.

And you're with me.

Jools,
how are you feeling?

Quite pleasant.
How are you?

Fine. I'm fine.

Now, Mr. Shepherd has
some questions for you.

Are you still comfortable
with that?

Of course.
Anything I can do to help.

Jools, we need to
know a bit more about your

relationship
with Sonny Lyman.

Yes.

Uh, couple of months ago,

uh, he discovered you
at his house

cooking dinner.

Beef bourguignon,
your favorite.

And there's a lovely
Bordeaux open.

How was your day?

And he asked
you to leave.

He did.

And how did
that make you feel?

Would have been nice to spend
some more quality time together.

But it wasn't to be.

He was angry with you.
He accused you of trespassing.

Yes, but he was pretending,
of course,

for his wife's sake.

Really in his heart,
he wanted me to be there.

How did you know
that his wife and daughter

were out of town?

I happened to
hear about it.

Laura. No!
Please, Laura. Please don't.

Laura-- ah, that woman!

What is it, love?

No one. Huh?
Uh...

I was about to close
on the Richmond place.

And now, "Oh, my daughter
and I need to head away

on a girls weekend.

And can I see some more
places when I get back?

Because it still
doesn't feel quite right."

Nothing ever feels
right with her.

When you arrived
at the Lyman house

to cook Sonny Lyman dinner,
was the house locked.

There's a spare key
under a pot plant.

How do you
know about that?

He sent me a picture.

I knew what
it meant right away.

Uh, would you mind if

Detective Sims took a look
at your file?

Not at all. Please.
It's in my handbag.

It's 5683.
The letters of love.

This number, it's from Sonny.

And the night before last,
you went to his place again?

Yes.

Why?

Oh, I wanted to make sure
he was okay.

His wife
seemed very upset.

Well, after you turned up
at a viewing unannounced.

- I was invited.
- By Sonny?

Sonny wanted to
show me the house.

He says that's not true.

What the hell
is going on?!

Mm, what we say isn't always
what we mean.

He sent me a text.
He values my opinion.

Yeah.

Ah.

After Charles followed you home,
you went to the Lymans?

Yes.

And what did you do?

Well, I took a little time
to look around.

That's all. Then I left.
I was home by 10:30.

And on your way home.

did you go via
416 Tullamore Drive?

No, I did not.
I went home.

Charles was there.

She touched her cheek
when she mentioned Charles.

What are you
thinking?

I just-- I don't think
that she should be at large.

But it wasn't
a formal interview, right?

Uh, correct.
We have no grounds to hold her.

Yeah, unless Sonny lays
a trespass complaint.

Hm. Which he seems
reluctant to do so.

Well, that's ridiculous.
I would never text that woman.

I barely text anyone.
I hate the bloody things.

Would you mind if I took
a look at your phone?

I have my wife's
funeral to go to.

And I don't want
to hold you up.

No pin?

No, I can't be bothered.

I understand that Eva
had feelings for your employee.

Harper Kerr.

It was a crush.
Nothing serious.

How did you
feel about it?

We both put it down
to teenage curiosity.

Did leave Harper in a pretty
awkward position, though.

But she remained a valued
member of your team

despite your wife's request
to fire her.

I imagine that Harper felt
resentful about that.

Harper is
an excellent employee.

Hence, you went
to see her

at the Croc and Panther
for her birthday.

Yes. But I didn't
actually see her.

You didn't see her
at the pub?

No.

Oh, is your wife
not with you?

No. Sorry again
about the other night.

What can I get you?

Uh, I thought
Harper Kerr was here.

Hm. She was in here.

Can't see her now.

An old fashioned,
isn't it?

You look like
you need it.

So you never
saw her at all?

No. I had a drink,
and I went home.

Hey, Mike,
Sonny Lyman's phone

has no evidence of those
texts to Jools Fahey,

but they could
have been deleted.

Are you bringing it in
for forensics?

He told me
to get a warrant.

Huh. He's hiding something,
you think?

Hard to say,
but I did learn that he never

saw Harper Kerr at the pub
when he went to visit her.

Where was she?

That's what
I'd like to know.

Todd.

Working hard, I see.

Yep.

Trying not to.

Is Charles around?

Uh, he's at the bank.
My wages didn't come through.

Hence, I've, uh, down tools
until it's sorted.

Bank error you reckon?

Oh, he would want you
to believe that, yeah.

The truth is, he's having
credit problems all around town.

Oh, gosh. Apologies.

Not sure
what happened there.

- Uh, you didn't pay your bill.
- Uh, try this one.

Strike two.

Ah. Okay.
Uh, as it happens--

Charlie boy,
your credit's closed

till your tab
is cleared.

Trudy, please.
I'm about to close a deal.

I need to show
a little largesse.

She ain't buying, buddy.

How many times has she had
you at contract stage?

Well, this will
be lucky number six.

But I have
a very good feeling.

Oh, well,
I've seen her type before.

She's all about the journey,
not the destination, so...

And sure enough.

Okay, Laura,
shall we do this?

Charles, I'm 98% there,

but something just
doesn't feel quite right.

Let's keep looking.

You're describing
a desperate man.

The thing about selling
a real estate

is you actually have
to sell real estate.

His, uh,
score card is zero.

Well, when you see him,
tell him to call me.

Well, um, if I wanted to buy
some bamboo,

could you sell it to me?

You don't want bamboo, bro.
That's a weed.

So Jools
doesn't stock it?

Nah.

That's what I thought.

♪ I could be what you
want me to be ♪

♪ But that wouldn't mean
that much to me ♪

♪ I'm aware
of my own importance ♪

♪ You close your eyes to see

♪ The fire that burns in you

♪ Is the desire that
isn't mine to free ♪

Great opportunity to
pull out the notebook

and ask some questions.

♪ Just like poetry unrecited

♪ I think of us,
and the moon turns iodine red ♪

♪ What was then is now

♪ Undecided

♪ and I think of us

♪ And the moon
turns iodine red ♪

Thank you, Eva.

That was very personal.

It's times like these
when the voice of an angel

can bring comfort
to those in grief.

When a life passes,
we should think not of loss,

but of giving.

Laura has been given
back to the Lord.

For I'm reminded of
the conversation God

had with Saint Peter
at the Pearly Gates.

The Lord said,
"Welcome, Peter, welcome home."

And Peter said,
"God, it's good to be back."

And then the Lord said...

Oh, no.

Oh, no.
Oh, no.

Shall we?

Funerals are
public events.

Public events
or public display?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Could you control
your wife, please?

I didn't know
she was coming, I swear.

Yeah. Where have
I heard that before?

I didn't know!

You have
to do better than that.

No wonder you
can't sell houses.

What do you
want me to do?

You want me to lock her
in the basement?

Yeah, it would be
a bloody start!

Charles, please.
Sonny is grieving.

Just shut your mouth.
Just shut your stupid mouth!

I think
this is where we--

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll kill you! I swear to God,
I'll kill you!

Um... let's take five,
shall we?

Well, I say,
this is an unusual case.

A man, my client,

he should have taken
a restraining order out

on a woman of questionable
mental health,

restrains that said woman at
his own wife's funeral.

Attacks.

Sorry?

Mr. Lyman
attacked Ms. Fahey,

witnessed by
the entire congregation.

Well, as the saying goes,
one man's attack is

another man's restraint.

Threatened to
kill in public.

Threaten to kill?

It's often a preamble
to self-defense.

You saw what she did.

That woman has taken
nearly everything from me.

My wife, my sanity.

I-I can't practice
dentistry like this.

Detective, this is
a man on the verge.

Now, I think all that
is needed here is for

a large, blind eye
to be turned upon

the statue
of Lady Justice,

who we all know
is blind already.

Well, the good news is,

Jools Fahey is not
laying a complaint.

Good, job done.

But her husband
Charles is.

What? Why?

Wants to seek damages
to his reputation.

His reputation?
Oh, for God's sake.

Detective, as you know,
I never joke about

mental health,
but Jools Fahey,

she's clearly troubled, and she
was always a little intense.

And this I know from personal
experience because, as you know,

her and I had a brief dalliance
some years ago.

And when we parted ways,
I was relieved, to be honest.

Not to mention
physically exhausted because

when she embarks on something,
it's 110%,

including and not limited to,
this fiasco.

Which begs the question, why
the hell isn't she behind bars?

Because Jools Fahey
didn't murder Laura Lyman.

How can you be so certain?

She wasn't at the house
when your wife was killed.

Then who was?

That's what
we're working on.

Harper Kerr had
birthday drinks

here the other night.

What time did she leave?

The party dispersed early,
about 9:30.

They were heading
over to Riverstone.

9:30.
Okay, thanks.

But Harper didn't go.
She stayed here.

Well, that's interesting,
because I happen to know

that Sonny Lyman was here
at 9:35 and Harper wasn't.

Or so he thought.

Hey, Trudy,
my taxi still hasn't come.

Do you want another gin?

Oh.

Uh, do you have
somewhere I could wait?

Yeah, come with me.

Turns out she just
needed a bit of a cry.

I love my job, man.

I love my boss.

But that witch,
she has it in for me.

Sonny Lyman's wife had put
the fear of God up her.

This is a public space,
so let's not make a scene.

It's a simple message.

You will not
corrupt my daughter.

Do you understand?

Sonny might not have had
the balls to fire you,

but you are a cat
on a hot tin roof

staring down
at your ninth life.

If you see any of my family
outside of work hours,

the hammer comes down,

and I'll tell Sonny
it's either you or me.

And he'll choose me,
my happiness over yours

in a heartbeat.

Make no mistake.

And you'll be out
of your pathetic, precious job.

You're all good here.

I'll get him a drink
and send him on his way.

Oh, and then,
I'll organize a hit

on that
haughty Lyman bitch.

Okay, that
last bit was a joke,

in pretty poor taste
in hindsight.

But then that Lyman woman,
she was a nasty piece of work.

And how long was
Harper here with you?

About an hour. She pulled
herself together and went home.

She's a good kid.

Okay. Thanks, Trudy.

For what?
I didn't tell you anything.

Mike.

Uh, some developments
from my chat with Sonny Lyman.

After the beef
bourguignon incident,

Sonny removed the spare key
from under the pot plant.

So Jools
lied to us after all.

Otherwise, how
did she get in?

Worth asking
the question.

Yeah, well, she's probably
gone to ground

after the carnage
at the church.

Then again,
it's Friday.

Friday?
Yeah.

Try the coffee cart.

The thing is,
Charles, you told us--

You told us that
you escorted Jools home,

then returned to
416 Tullamore Drive

to find it was empty.

You said, quote, "I stayed
there a few minutes tops."

But in fact, 20 minutes went by
before you returned home.

What were
you doing, Charles?

Were you taking your
frustrations out on Laura Lyman?

No.

You've been under
a lot of pressure.

Did it get
the better of you?

No.

I was in my car.

Just sitting
in your car?

Drinking.

I was at the end of my rope.
I was reevaluating.

I mean, what does it take to
make a sale in this town, huh?

And then
you drove home?

I shouldn't have
done that, I know.

Where you confronted Jools
about being at Sonny Lyman's?

I went to visit Sonny
to make sure he was all right.

You went to his house?!

Oh, Charles,
don't make a thing.

Yes.

Then what happened?

Charles,
what happened next?

I, um...

I snapped.

Charles.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

We both agreed that it wasn't
something that needed

to be mentioned again/

Especially when a woman
was found dead the next day.

It had nothing
to do with me.

Hi, Jools.
How are you?

Um...

Kristin.

I know who you are.

Oh.

If this is
about the church--

Oh. Uh, no.
Uh, actually,

this is about
something else.

Oh. Um...

When you went to visit
Sonny's house

the night that Laura Lyman died,
how did you get in?

This is important,
Jools, I promise.

Well...

If it helps, we know
that the spare key

was no longer
under the pot plant.

No, it wasn't.

But there
was a window open.

Which window?

But the house was empty?

Of course.
Wouldn't have done what I'd done

with people there.

That'd be rather odd.

The other day, you mentioned
Laura Lyman had an issue

with experimentation
in relation to Eva.

It was just
a passing comment she made.

Gossip really.
I shouldn't have said anything.

In relation to
Sonny's receptionist, Harper?

It was a full on crush
by all accounts,

but nothing happened.

Laura just felt like
she needed to shut it down.

And I said to her
in no uncertain terms...

This whole girl thing,
it's just a phase, Eva.

- You'll grow out of it.
- I'm a lesbian, Mom.

Can't you just accept that?

You can't be a lesbian.
You're only 17!

Here are the reasons why.

I mean, she really laid it
on the line that being

a lesbian meant no husband,
no home, no kids, no hope.

I mean, she really
laid it on thick.

- She wrote a list.
- Yeah.

It's a bit over the top,
if you ask me.

Thanks, Nancy.

I'll be in touch
if I need anything else.

Hey, can you track
down Harper Kerr

and bring her
in for questioning

and also get fingerprints
on to that nitro cylinder?

Copy that.
Thanks.

Checkmate.

♪ Friends started pushing me
all around ♪

♪ Never going backwards
when you're up to the wall ♪

♪ I was out of my head

Hello, Eva?

♪ I would never get
the things that they said ♪

♪ Tangling till their dizzy

Hello?

Eva, it's
Detective Kristin Sims.

I just thought we could have
a little chat.

♪ Part of me is living

Eva?

♪ Part of me dead

♪ Out of my head

♪ That broom still
creeping round in my head ♪

♪ And all the things I'm
thinking, yeah ♪

♪ I'm thinking would
be better unsaid ♪

♪ Bottom of the river,
I'm holding a stone ♪

♪ Feeling all to cover me,
a place to call home ♪

♪ I was out of my head

Eva?

♪ Fill me like

Need a lift?

♪ I maybe be bad,
I cannot tell ♪

♪ My heart was raised
for such hell ♪

♪ But a day did come,
yeah, got it's fair ♪

♪ And my fate kept screaming
like a hell and bell ♪

♪ My fate kept screaming
like a hell and bell ♪

♪ Fire inside

It seems that in your haste
to leave town,

you forgot to pack
your favorite book.

It's quite a book.
Ahead of its time.

Putting voice to themes
of depression,

female sexual liberation.

Oh, and not forgetting
hatred of one's mother.

Those bits get highlights,
no less.

But do you know what I really
wanted to find in here?

No.

This.

Do you recognize
your mother's handwriting?

I'm not sure.

Well, you should.
She gave it to you

when she gave you a lecture
about your sexuality.

I truly misguided lecture,
to be clear.

It's-- It's not
ringing any bells?

Well, someone remembers
you got it.

Laura gave it to Eva,
one of her many tirades.

My mother
is such a bitch, right?

She shouldn't say
this kind of stuff.

This is so wrong.

It's like she can't
hear what I'm saying.

Can you talk to her?

I can't.

It would make things worse,
I promise you.

She hates who I am.

What am I supposed
to do?

Leave home.

Find a place
to be yourself.

But what about you?

Eva...

I don't believe this.

Your mother
is one of those people

who will never
change their attitude.

I-I had no idea
it would go like this.

Can you believe
Jools Fahey?

Oh, yeah.

I guess we have her
to thank, though.

What?

Now that mum's gone,

there's no one standing
in our way.

We can be us
again, right?

I've told you,
there is no us.

There never was.

Deep down, she doesn't mean
any of that stuff.

Eva, we know a lot of things
regarding how you went about it.

We know that after
you dropped Eva at home,

she returned
to 416 Tullamore Drive.

- How do you know?
- Because Jools Fahey

visited your place at the time
and states that no one was home.

Jools Fahey.

Jools Fahey is crazy.
Surely you know that by now.

But honest to a fault.

She was there
for half an hour.

What if she's mistaken?

Don't you think that if Eva was
home and she'd seen Jools,

she would have said
something?

Eva didn't see Jools
because Eva wasn't there.

Half an hour
was long enough for

Eva to do what
she'd planned.

Your father's phone
was an easy hack.

And don't go ordering pizza

for both nights
that we're away.

Would dream of it, love.

Using it to manipulate
the very vulnerable Jools Fahey.

You knew you had limited time
before Charles Wadsworth

returned to desperately
try to seal the deal,

and you parked down
the road so your car

would be unseen by Charles when
he returned to lock up.

We found Eva's
fingerprints

on the nitrous bottle.

Can you think
of any reason

that she would have cause
to touch that apparatus?

No.

The apparatus that you so calmly
returned the following day.

Um, Dad asked me
to pick up his laptop.

You know where it is?

And for a while,
we wondered how you

reentered the house
after Charles had locked up.

But you didn't need to.

Eva? You came back?

Yeah.

I just wanted to make sure
you were okay.

It was so weird before.

I am. Thank you.

That woman.

So crazy.

Well, Eva, you know
I hate that outfit.

I know.

Anyway...

You like this place?

Yeah.

I think this
is it, Mom.

Isn't it lovely?

Yeah.

Can you hear
that hissing sound?

Yeah.

Oh.

♪ Silently observing

Hello?

♪ I've been dreaming

Laura?

♪ Of a sea and love

I'm back.

How are we feeling?

♪ Feel like I'm obsolete

♪ Giving away

Hello? Mrs. Lyman?

Still thinking
this is the one?

Damn it.

♪ If you take everything

Jools.

Jools. Jools. Jools.

♪ All the dreams run silent

♪ But I think about

♪ When the moon
to lie down with ♪

And from there, it became
a case of setting up

the suicide.

♪ Reservation,
not going anywhere ♪

♪ And neither is it

♪ What do you care

♪ Keep on getting deeper

♪ There is nothing, nowhere

♪ I could be what
you want me to be ♪

♪ But that wouldn't mean
that much to me ♪

♪ I'm aware you have
to close your to see ♪

So, when I returned home
and Eva was in bed...

You wife was
already dead.

How was the pub?

It was fine.
Just stayed for one.

Nice.

♪ Just like

Night, love.

Night.

♪ I think of us

♪ And the moon
turns iodine red ♪

Do you believe that
there's one person in this world

that is perfect for you?

I don't.

Well, I found
that person.

And then my mother,
she just had to ruin it.

The most amazing thing
I had in my life.

She had no right.

She had no right
to do that.

So you killed her?

Did you kill
your mother, Eva?

Eva?

Eva, I really need
you to say it.

I'm only 17.

I'm only 17.
You can't judge me.

Is that what you were
counting on? Youth court?

A family group conference
pleading poor little rich girl,

read too much
Sylvia Plath,

and Mummy was mean to me,
and I just had a bad day?

Three years, out in two.

And then I'll be
a little older.

And Harper will
be ready for me.

Would you like to go in
and be with her?

I think that's the hardest
question I've ever been asked.

You.

Dr. Plummer: As I said,
this is highly experimental.

If it works well,

I'll submit a paper
to the Royal College, I suppose.

Hardly anything to lose,
is there?

Don't be like that.
Sonny Lyman has left town.

Jools is devoid
of that distraction.

She'll be back
in your loving arms

as soon as this exorcism
is complete.

I hope for your sake,
it works.

So do I.

And if it does, the defamation
charges will be dropped.

Uh, Charles
has agreed to do so.

Yes. I'll be happy to
let that go.

It's time to
bring her round.

This part.

Jools.
Jools, hi.

Hi. It's me,
it's Charles.

Uh, I wouldn't
answer that.

I'm sorry.
I can't talk right now.

Is that you, Dennis?

Dennis, it's so nice
to see you.

No way.

Oh, dear.

Oh, no.

♪ Can't get you out of
my head ♪

♪ Can't get you out of
my head ♪

♪ Things that you say, yeah,
the things that you said ♪

♪ Now I can't get you out of
my head ♪

♪ Try to catch you looking,
looking at me ♪

♪ Sweet flash, honey,
tasty sweet ♪