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- Go home and sober up, Nate.
- Why? It's his fault!

You're a pig, Nate!
Always were, always will be.

- Settle down!
- We're out of here.

You won't be laughing at me
tomorrow, mate.

I'm gonna blow the lid on it
all, Henderson.

I'm not getting
in the ute with that.

Geez, dad.

So, wait here, eh, have a beer.

I'll drop him home
and come back.

I can't stand this.

She's a bloody disgrace.

I know all about her.

You know nothing.
You're pissed.

- Calls herself a bloody nurse.
- Shut it, dad.

I'll tell you,
I'm gonna blow the lid.

- Give it a rest.
- Hey, I'm talking.

That girlfriend of yours...

Dad, just go to bed.

So, I'm gonna go back.

Your mother would be
really proud of her.

- It's none of your business!
- You're better than her, Dwayne.

Aah!

You need to leave
her alone, dad.

There you are.

Hey?
Who's there?

So, Gary...

I'm thinking accident.

Or suicide.

Okay.

Well, if Nate Dunn

wanted to kill himself,

this is as nice a place as any.

Does nice even come into it?

Detective
Senior Sergeant McLeod.

Mike here.

Mike Shepherd?

That's me.
Guilty as charged.

Why am I getting
a call from central?

Because people turning up dead

always get a red flag
on our system, Senior.

Besides, I've always wanted
to visit Brokenwood.

Carpe diem and all that.

Our body's on
your computers already?

I know, I know.
Facebook, Twitter.

It's all a miracle to me.

There's nothing to indicate
it's a homicide.

It's a long way to come if it
turns out to be nothing.

Then we can all go down to
the pub, have one on you, Gary.

Would that be so bad?

Don't touch anything.

Should be there in a bit.

Kristin.

Can you go back
to the station and meet

a Mike Shepherd,
bring him back here?

Shepherd?
Isn't he the...

- Field crime inspector, yeah.
- Coming to Brokenwood?

Should we be honored or worried?

Got no idea.

Some old drunk throws himself
off a bridge

and kills himself,
it's hardly Al-Qaeda.

Maybe he needs to look busy.

You go. I'll stay here,
try not to touch anything.

Kristin, are you free

to check out loitering
with intent?

We've had a complaint from
a resident on Tullamore Street.

Yeah, that's a no-go.
I'm on my way to the station.

Over.

I know.
It's on your way.

How could you know?
It's...

Comms, sometimes
you're like God.

You've got to love technology.

Fine.
Tell me more.

Morning.

Can I see your license, please?

Why?

'Cause I'm asking.

And so am I.

It's a routine check.

You'll have to do
better than that.

Do you live around here?

No.

Okay, do you have a valid reason

for parking
in this neighborhood?

Detective Inspector
Mike Shepherd.

Hi.

Hell of a catch.

Yeah.

Probably the one they wish
had got away.

Too soon?

Sorry, I'm never sure.

There was a note in his pocket.

"I'm sorry."

Kristin... Detective Sims
found that

just before your "don't touch
anything" suggestion.

Nice spot you picked here, Nate.

What brings you out here
on a chilly, dark night?

I know.

Take your time, fella.

Have you finished?

- Pathology?
- Who are you?

Gina, this is D.I. Shepherd.

Mike, Gina Kadinsky.

Right, uh... I'll see you
at the postmortem.

What about Gary?

I thought it was his stiff.

Gary can come, too.
More the merrier.

Whatever.

Nate Dunn was involved
in a couple of

alcohol-related incidents
early in the evening.

Nothing unusual.

For him or the town?

Him.
He liked to drink.

Doesn't everyone, Gary?

So, how'd he get here?

No car.

Well, he probably walked.

His farm's about
three Ks that way.

And there were footprints
approaching the bridge.

They matched the type of shoes
he was wearing.

At least he didn't drive drunk.

Could have got himself killed.

- Or someone else.
- Exactly.

Wasn't too pissed to forget his
social responsibilities.

But wasted enough to end it all?

Suicide? Hmm.

Or, it could be as simple as
he's drunk, stumbles, falls,

and on entering the water,
hits his head on a rock.

Drowns.

Kristin will stay
and assist you.

I'll inform the next of kin...
Nate's son, Dwayne.

Prefer to do that myself.

Might be better
coming from a local.

I'd say, uh,
bad news is bad news.

Care to join me, Detective Sims?

Do you always talk
to the deceased?

You have a problem with that?

Seems... inappropriate.

They're dead.

Recently.

Not already forgotten, I hope.

They're still loved ones,
personalities.

It was like you
were teasing him.

80% of all homicide victims...

Know the identity
of their killer?

You can bet that's the secret
they want to reveal.

Our job is to help them do it.

We don't know it was a homicide.

Do you like
country and western music?

No.

You're just saying that.

No, I really don't.

Come on, they're the best

three-minute crime stories
ever sung.

There's heartache, adultery,
jealousy, divorce, death.

It's all in there.

You prefer country blues?

- No.
- Country rock?

- No.
- You're gonna love this one.

You have cassettes?

Should we call the backup?

Backup?

That could be embarrassing.

Besides, my car
doesn't have a radio.

What?
I have a phone.

Police.

Oi!

- Geez, I, uh...
- Whoa, whoa!

Can you, uh...
put that thing down?

Sorry. I was just getting
my eye, and, um...

I've got a license for it.

Still want backup?

Dwayne, isn't it?

Uh, I'm Detective Inspector
Shepherd.

This is Detective, um...

Sims.

- Yeah.
- Hi, Dwayne.

I can get that license if, uh...

Dwayne, have you seen
your father today?

Well, no, but he's still asleep.

Through all your
target practice?

- He's a heavy sleeper.
- Dwayne, um,

I'm afraid to tell you a body's
been found at the river.

The body's been identified
as your father.

He...

He's not...

Thought he was...

Oh, please, take a seat
there, Dwayne.

Jesus, no.

Nate Dunn's body's
been found at the river.

Looks like suicide.

Oh, my God.

Truth be known, Jacinta,
I'm glad.

It's over now.

How about I come in and make you
a cup of tea, eh?

Dad wouldn't kill himself.

You sound very
confident about that.

Farm's in good shape,
prices have been good.

He was happy.

There was even a letter
he got a couple days ago.

That cheered him up, too.

What letter?

I don't know, he was
always getting letters,

but he was happy.

He was in a really
good place, you know?

For the record,
where were you last night?

I was with my girlfriend, Sally.

Her place.

Got back here around
6:00 this morning.

Been doing a bit of renovating?

I know.

DIY was never
my strong point, either.

It's not me you should be
looking at.

You spoken to Phillip Henderson?

- Neighbor.
- Why should I do that?

He hated my father.

Mind if we have a look around?

We'll need to take

some of this stuff
to the station, Dwayne.

But it's not a crime scene,
right, so why?

We need to find out what
happened to your dad.

Maybe the answer is in here
as much as out there.

- I don't know.
- Tell you what.

We'll, uh, photograph
the rooms in detail,

but we'll have to take
this stuff.

Otherwise, Detective Sims here

will have to work
through it on site.

It could take quite some time.

- Good?
- Sure.

Dwayne, November the 17th,

was that your parents'
wedding anniversary?

Um, no, that's the day
dad asked her to marry him.

That bloody river.

Today's the 18th.

This, uh, Phillip Henderson,
I'll talk to him, okay?

You don't need to do that.

As long as you
don't stuff it up.

Not like 10 years ago.

I'll do my best not
to stuff it up, Dwayne.

It was a hit and run.

Dwayne's mother Evelyn...
that's Nate's wife...

was run down on Jameson Road.

- 10 years ago?
- Yes.

Cold case?

Yeah, and it was clear from
the evidence at the scene

that she was on the grass verge
when she was run down.

Car involved swerved

and deliberately
knocked her down.

So, it's an unsolved murder.

Yes.

What else?

There were rumors of spousal
abuse in the family.

Evelyn was seen
bruised on occasion.

Nate was an ugly drunk.

So, between you and me,
Nate killed her.

I just couldn't prove it.

Two murders 10 years apart.

Nate Dunn's death
could have been suicide.

No. He didn't go to that bridge
to kill himself.

And you're sure because?

'Cause he was murdered.

Just what are you doing
in Brokenwood?

Just putting the "field" into
field crime inspector, Gary.

Flash title.
Got to earn my keep.

I've got an appointment.

Just call me
if you need anything.

There are hundreds

of bits of paper here.

Copies of letters
written by Nate Dunn.

He copied letters he sent
to people?

It'll take time
to go through it.

Yeah.

Uh, but the note found on Nate
matches his handwriting.

D.C. Breen here corroborated
Dwayne's alibi.

- G'day. Sam Breen.
- Sam. Mike.

Yeah, Dwayne's girlfriend,

uh, Sally Clive says
he was with her, so...

Okay.

Um, I dug this out for you.
It's the file

on that old hit-and-run case
involving Nate's wife.

Considerable evidence
was collected at the scene.

Glass fragments from headlights,

tire impressions,
specks of paint.

Metallic gray.

Although, it was hard
to determine

what shade of metallic it was,
exactly.

All manufacturers
use different names.

There are liquid gray,
mountain shadow gray,

galaxy shadow, platinum gray.

Apparently,
there are many shades of...

gray.

Yeah, well...

I get the impression
there were no strong leads.

Plenty of unsolicited statements
from people in the town.

Most of them point to Nate
without providing any evidence.

"Common knowledge
he beat her regularly."

There's no record of her
ever making a complaint.

Gary was
the investigating officer?

Yeah.

Oh, and, um, that list...

Not everything that's supposed
to be there is in the box.

Sims.

Yeah.

It's Phillip Henderson.
He's back at his place.

Yeah, uh, thanks, Mr. Henderson.

We'll be right over.

Shall we go?

Um, I'm good.

Well, I don't mind.

No, no, as you say,
that's gonna take some time.

This place is 100% organic.

Certified.

That's not an easy
status to get.

Or keep.

Especially when Nate Dunn
made a habit of spraying

his pesticides whenever
the wind was blowing my way.

- Deliberately?
- Yeah. Didn't give a stuff.

Hmm. Nice coffee.

Organic?

No.

So, Phillip...

did you kill him?

You're talking about

the altercation in the pub?

There was an altercation?

Yeah. Nate was drunk,
surprise, surprise.

And when he drank, he usually...
well, at least once a year...

brings up his theory about
something going on

between me and his late wife.

And was there?

I'm not gonna dignify that
with an answer.

Go on.
Dignify it.

I was not involved
with Evelyn Dunn.

Yeah, we were good friends,
but, uh, not lovers.

Even if Nate
was raving last night

about blowing the lid
on everything.

- What does that mean?
- Who knows?

Nice camera.
Did you take these?

Yeah.

Something of a hobby.

Brokenwood is a nice place
to photograph.

Yeah, it is.

Nice place in general.

So, who here would want
to kill Evelyn Dunn?

10 years ago, I would have
thought Nate killed her.

And now?

I don't know.

I can tell you what
I told Gary back then.

Evelyn came to me that night.

Evelyn?

Nate used to beat her
when he was drunk.

- I'm sorry.
- Everyone knew that.

I don't want to be a pain.

That night,
she came to me just...

to talk to a friend.

I'll admit I tried to talk her
into leaving him,

- but...
- I should go.

She wouldn't do that.

Anyway, she thought he'd be
asleep when she got home,

so... was safe to go back.

Thank you.
I mean it.

She refused a lift.

Didn't want to be a burden.

That was the last time
I saw her alive.

I was the one that found her
the next morning.

I thought someone had just
dumped something in a blanket.

It looked like a small bundle.

Where were you
last night, Phillip?

I would rather not say.

I'd rather not insist.

I was with someone.

A woman, at her place,
all night.

And does this woman have a name?

Yes.

Yes being her first
or last name?

Come on, mate, it's a small town. You
got to be discrete, you understand?

Okay.
Though, depending on what

other details emerge, I may need
to know the name of your friend.

Small town or not.

It won't come to that.
I have got nothing to hide.

Apart from the identity
of your friend.

Uh, thank you.

Sir, been enlightening.

There is one other person
you should talk to.

Jacinta O'Connor.

So this would be your friend?

Not my type.

Maybe more Gary McLeod's.

- Did they find anything?
- No.

Are you sure? They've been
in your father's room.

Sally, calm down.

Do you realize what's at stake
here if they find evidence?

I didn't let them
take everything.

It's a bit early
for that, isn't it?

Well, I need something, don't I?

Is it bad?

Yeah, it's real bad.

What are you gonna do about it?

I can't deal
with this right now.

You're just gonna bugger off?

I have to go back to work.

You can't let them find
anything, Dwayne.

You just can't.

Nate Dunn

killed my sister, even if
the police couldn't prove it.

You seem very sure.

The whole community was sure.

So, tell me about Evelyn.

Mm, younger, prettier.

Evelyn had everything
to live for.

And he took that all away.

Now the coward's taken
his own life.

It's...

It's pathetic and upsetting.

Actually, suicide is unlikely.

You mean this is a murder
investigation?

Still waiting on autopsy.

I'll try to help, but, uh...

policemen are hardly
my favorite people.

Not even Gary McLeod?

Especially silly Gary McLeod.

He stuffed up Evelyn's case.

Why would I expect
anything different from you?

Excuse me if I'm being
too blunt.

I have no problem with blunt.

Excellent.
I need to be somewhere.

Can you give me a lift?

There's blunt
and then there's cheeky.

We can talk on the way.

Yeah, it's lost

a little cushioning
over the years,

but it's a small price to pay
for originality.

If you say so.

They don't make them
like this anymore.

Yeah.
There's a reason for that.

You said blunt was good.

Hmm.
You like country music?

Really?

So, who in Brokenwood
had a motive for murder?

Oh, nearly everyone.

As Dwayne's auntie,
do you manage to stay close?

He was only 15 when
my sister died,

and, uh, it hit him really hard.

You know, he got the best
of his mother,

but, sadly, the worst
of his father, as well.

So, no.

Since Evelyn's death,
it's been awkward, I'll admit.

You like it?

I bought it six months ago.

Farming, eh?
I'm in the wrong game.

You away for long?

I'm in Hawkes Bay for business.
Back in a couple of days.

Nate made a comment
to Phillip Henderson.

He mentioned
blowing the lid on something.

Any idea what
he was referring to?

Ah, with Nate, who knows?

Maybe jumping off
a bridge was Nate's way

of confessing
to murdering my sister.

If it was suicide.

As I said, unlikely.

Oh, and, uh, before I forget,
for the record, last night?

I was home...

alone.

All night.

Sims.

Kristin.

Where are you?

Uh, just seeing a woman
about a plane.

Dwayne Dunn's girlfriend?

Yeah, Sally Clive is her name.

Ah, that's it.

Hey, um, where would I find her?

Hey.

Just stay where you are.

- What do you want?
- Sal.

You can't just
turn up like this.

- I can't do it, not today.
- You have to.

No.
I don't have to do anything.

What's done is done.

What difference
does it make now?

I crossed a line, Dwayne,
but if we keep our heads down,

it might be okay.

- Just do it, Sally.
- Everything okay?

Yeah, she's fine.
No worries.

Sure about that?

Yeah.
Everything's cool.

Okay, I think Sally could do

with a bit of space, Dwayne.

Go home.
Cool off a bit, eh?

What was the, uh,
argument about, Sally?

Just relationship stuff,
dumb stuff, you know?

Oh, yeah.
Tricky business.

Just ask my ex-wife.

All three or four of them.

Still, Dwayne just
lost his father.

You'll maybe have to cut him
a bit of slack.

Yeah, it's a crap time.

The, uh, bouncer at the pub
mentioned that you and Nate

exchanged words
on the night he died.

Nothing unusual about that.
He disapproved of me.

Dwayne drove him home.

Left me at the pub.
Can you believe it?

And later,
did you see Nate again?

- No.
- Dwayne?

Yes.

I left the pub, walked home.

He brought me some flowers.

Sometimes he can be a sweet guy.

He slept the night at my place.

Why did Nate disapprove of you?

He disapproved of everything.

Everything?
Wow.

That's big.

He was a sad, paranoid old man.

In what way?

Was he a guy who
had a few conspiracy theories,

or was he the type

who saw men in white coats
climbing out of his corn flakes?

He imagined things.

That ticks both boxes.

He just didn't like me.
He didn't like anybody.

Except his wife.

He had a funny way
of showing it.

Hmm.

So, was Dwayne capable
of killing his father?

I really can't answer that.

Hey.

I didn't think
I'd see you again.

Thought that was
part of the deal.

I was in town, saw you,

thought I shouldn't, then I did.

Why are you here?

In Brokenwood?

Work.

How are the kids?

Adjusting.

You like it here?

Too bad if I don't, right?

It's not exactly the Gold Coast,
but it'll have to do, I guess.

But you're making friends?

I meet people through the kids'
school and stuff.

You seeing anyone?

Is that any of your business?

No.

But it's all part of moving on.

New beginnings and all that.

No, it's just me and the kids.

I still have that old cassette
that you gave me.

Patsy Cline.

I never thought
I'd admit this, but...

I actually listen to it.

So sad it makes me smile.

Country music
will do that to you.

I, uh...

I have to go.

Take care, Tania.

You found me.

You don't make it easy.

Do you own this?

Well, the bank does.

10 acres.

Four in grape.

It's supposed
to be the retirement plan.

Supposed to be?

Well, price of grapes
aren't what they used to be.

Market's oversupplied.

Hence, I never got around
to building the dream house.

Still pretty nice.

Every morning, it reminds me

I'm well behind on
my mortgage payments.

Things that bad?

Well, when you're due to retire,

the banks don't
want to bloody know you.

Uh, autopsy report.

Definitely homicide.

So, you were right?

Yeah, blow to the head.

He was dead before he hit
the water.

What'd they use?

It's all in here.

I'll take your word for it.

You want one,
or are you still on duty?

No, but, uh,
don't let me stop you.

I won't.

Need something
to take the edge off.

Bit of a crap day.

Going through the, uh,
files on that hit and run,

there seems to be
a few items missing.

Ah.

This would be them.

He burnt me.

My biggest failure.

Evelyn's sister Jacinta
calls me incompetent.

She's probably right.

Evidence was compromised.

Seal on one of the bags was open
before it reached the crime lab.

Paint samples been missing
for a week.

- Did you screw up?
- We did our best.

Sounds like you screwed up.

And all your cases go perfectly?

Sometimes things just
don't go your way.

This case,
everything went pear shape.

These are the photos
from the crime scene.

Someone,
whoever it was that did it,

laid her out very carefully.

As if they were trying
to make her comfortable.

Guilt, maybe.

You okay, there?

I go through them
from time to time,

hoping to connect something
I didn't connect before.

It's a hard one
to let go of, Mike.

I can see that.

What about Nate Dunn?

Nothing yet.

Dwayne and Sally
have given each other alibis.

Everyone else was at home alone.

No witnesses.

I was home all night, too.

Alone.

That's life in Brokenwood.

Actually, Phil Henderson
said he was with someone.

- A woman.
- That figures.

Why's that?

Well, he's usually got
a couple on the go.

Farmer, single, well off,
living the dream.

Or do you think he's lying?

Has, uh, anyone else

seen this material?

Shown it to Jacinta O'Connor
a couple times.

The case was cold, Mike.

Just wanted to reassure her.

Didn't work.

She never lets me forget that.

Sal?

Hello?

Come on, Sal, this isn't funny.

Good morning.

You ever come across
a Tania Freeman?

Part Maori, late 30s, two kids.

- She lives in Brokenwood?
- Last 12 months.

She's never come up on my radar.

Why?

- No reason.
- Well, how could I know her,

or anyone?
I have no life.

I've been going through

10 years of correspondence
from Nate Dunn.

I was here till 3:00 a.m.

Could've at least
bought me a coffee.

Bastard!

Car manufacturers,

mesh repairers,
hire car companies, the police.

Nate Dunn has been
trying to find the car

that hit his wife for 10 years.

Hardly the actions
of a guilty man.

But of an obsessive man, yes.

Mike, it's meticulous.

Every clue, he followed up,
every lead, he chased down,

like he was some sort of
frustrated detective.

Or a bloody good one.

The thing is there are no
replies here.

Just copies of every letter
he sent out.

So, he wasn't getting anywhere.

Replies must exist...

somewhere secure maybe?

Here's the other material from
the hit-and-run file.

Gary had it.

Can you, um...

You want me to look
through this, too.

Hmm.

Shots fired at
the Henderson place.

- Were you hit?
- Uh, nearly, no.

These are...
These are splinters from...

Look at my bloody tire.

I could've been killed.

Did you get a clear look at
the person that fired the shots?

Yeah.
Yeah, it was Dwayne Dunn.

You sure?

He wasn't trying to hide.

He, uh, he just took off
that way towards his place.

How long for armed offenders?

Uh, two, maybe three.

Come on.
We'll do it with our guys.

Let's go.

Gah!

When everyone's ready.

Dwayne.

How are you, fella?

You got a thing against
letter boxes, Dwayne?

Nah.

Got a thing against
bastards, though.

I bet.

Can you put the gun down?

Much easier to talk without it.

- Nah.
- The thing is...

Well, two things.

Firstly, you keep
waving that around,

you're gonna get yourself shot.

Secondly,
that's a Holden Kingswood.

1971, all original.

- Yeah, it's sweet ass.
- Yeah, I think so.

I'd really hate
to see a hole in it.

Messes with the resale value.

Sure, it may add a certain
gangster mystique charm,

but I don't want to sell.

So, Dwayne, there's, um...

there's been a misunderstanding.

We're gonna have
to talk about that.

Phillip Henderson was
in my house last night.

- Doing what?
- Robbing the place.

Thought you were gonna do
something about him.

If you want to press charges,

you'll have to fill out
some forms.

You'll need two hands for that.

He was going through
my father's room,

and he hit me.

He was having an affair
with my mother 10 years ago.

All important information,
Dwayne, thank you.

And he killed her.

So, I wanted him
to know that I know.

- That everyone knows.
- Don't fire!

Just relax, everyone!

Okay.

Well, I think Phillip
got the message, Dwayne.

And there's no reason
for any of this.

There's no reason
for anyone to get hurt.

Especially me, right?

I want to find a way
out of this, Dwayne,

and the way out of it
is that you give me the gun

and we talk about everything
that's bugging you.

How's that work for you, mate?

Just give me the gun
so that all this can go away.

Go! Go, go, go!

Take him back into town.

You okay?

Yeah.

Someone was after something
in Nate's room last night.

Thought we already considered
everything in there.

Maybe we haven't.

Did you get him?

- Dwayne is in custody.
- Good.

Hope you lot throw
the damn book at him.

Phillip, were you snooping
around Nate's place last night?

No, why?

Dwayne was attacked by someone,
thought it was you.

Well, I wasn't.

I've never even been to
the place. Why would I?

Well, hoping you
could tell me that.

Okay, this is ridiculous.

Where were you last night,
Phillip?

Another sleepover, same woman?

That would be telling.

Perhaps I already know.

- How?
- Small town.

Tell me it was the same woman.

How is that
any of your business?

It is.

In ways that
you can only imagine.

Shepherd.

Never phone, you never write.

Was it something I said?

Guess I'm on Brokenwood time.

Talk to me about Gary McLeod.

It's, uh, as you suspected.

Meaning exactly?

He's not big on detail.

Time for him to go?

Well, maybe he just needs
some time off.

Are you saying he's overworked
in Brokenwood? Please.

The Dunn case.

The one he never closed?

Yeah. Had it all.

He took it personally...
too personally.

The new Dunn case?

Are you making progress?

You there?

I'd have more of a chance if you didn't
want to gossip like an old woman all day.

Keep me posted.
And I mean that, Mike.

No surprises.

Tricky bugger.

They're replies
to Nate's letters.

Mm.
Replies from panel beaters,

hire car companies,
spray painters.

He was relentless.

It took him years,
but Nate managed to find

two panel beaters that
did repairs to cars

with metallic gray codes,

specifically G7 gunpowder gray,
within the time frame.

But Gary checked
with all the car repairers.

Locally, yes.
Gary was very thorough

in a kind of 50k-radius
kind of way.

But Nate, Nate went nationwide.

He never gave up.

So, the car was a Ford.

Mm. Ford Falcon XT.

A hire car.

The hire company had destroyed
the records from the time,

so Nate couldn't determine
who hired it.

Oh, to be so close.

What if he did solve it?

What if the letter he received,

the one that Dwayne said
made him so happy,

was the final piece
in the puzzle?

This is what Phillip Henderson
was looking for.

Mr. Henderson says he's never
been inside Nate's house.

But what if he's lying?

He was with someone last night.

Who?

Someone you don't know.

Okay,

so then who knocked Dwayne
senseless looking for these?

That remains the question.

I'm guessing you want me
to look through this.

Mm.

Oxycodone?

Heavy stuff.

No name on the packet.

No, but clearly Nate's.

Maybe.

Any prescriptions
in his possessions?

No.

Has, um, Dwayne been processed?

Oh, yeah.
Charged.

He's in the cell.
Probably not sober yet.

Court appearance set
for tomorrow.

I also, uh... found this.

Password protected.

Get it to the lab.

Detective Inspector Shepherd.

Is, um, Sally available
for a quick chat?

I'm sorry, she's already left.
Can I help?

Oh, it's not urgent.
I'll catch up with her tomorrow.

G'day.

No one home?

So it would seem.

You, uh, always drive like that?

So it would seem.

- Detective Inspector...
- Shepherd. I know.

I've seen the car
around town, bro.

The, uh, '71 model?

Ah.
You're familiar.

Well, they really should have
put a V-8 engine into it, eh?

Ah, you are familiar.

Jared Morehu.
Neighbor.

Technically, I'm still on duty.

Well, technically,
I don't give a rat's.

- Another time?
- Refusing my kai?

Technically,
that's culturally offensive.

Then, technically,
I'm due smoke.

Gary's usually around
at this time of the day.

He enjoys a beer, but, uh,

I guess we'll have to wait.

How long you lived
in Brokenwood, Jared?

I was born here.

You know everybody in town?

Everyone worth knowing.

What do you think
of Phillip Henderson?

He'll screw anything that walks.
Not judging or anything.

Dwayne Dunn?

Bit of an enigma
wrapped in a puzzle.

Yeah, that's Dwayne.

Gary McLeod?

Ah, Gary's a real good guy.

Nate Dunn?

Probably murdered his wife.

And if I said
I don't think he did?

Well, then I guess somebody
got away with murder.

What exactly do you do, Jared,

apart from driving
like a maniac?

Oh, a bit of this,
a bit of that.

It's a great place
that Gary's got here, eh?

Hey!

The late Gary McLeod.

I see you two have bonded.
That's nice for you.

Oh, bro, what's happened?

The bank's foreclosed on me.

Oh.

They won't renegotiate the loan.

I've known Barry Tremaine
for 20 years, the prick.

They're selling this place
out from under me.

Hey.

And you know what you should do?

Is rob the bank and use
their money to pay for it.

That'll show them.

Probably not an actual option,

but just saying, eh?

Hey, could you give us a minute?

Gary, you've been, uh,
missing all the action.

Or should I say,
missing in action.

Yeah, sorry.
Tough day.

Dwayne Dunn's in the cells.
Firearms incident this morning.

Shots fired.

- He's dug himself quite a hole.
- Hmm.

Things have livened up in town
since you arrived.

Gary, is there something
you want to tell me?

Mike, I think it may be a good
idea if I'm not in the loop.

You know, I've got baggage
with this stuff.

With you here,
what do you need me for?

Then take a couple days off.

Might just do that.

Thanks for the beer.

Sure. Cheers.

Jesus!

Oh, sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you.

Oh, well, actually, I did.

You see, when you creep around
people's houses in the dark,

well, it's...
it's kind of weird, really.

I was looking for Dwayne.

Really?

In Nate's room?

When he's in custody,
as you know.

Or...
were you looking for this?

Am I gonna find your
fingerprints on this, Sally?

Probably.

This was found
in Nate's possession.

Even though he wasn't prescribed
anything of this nature.

Typical.

He'd keep it as something
to have over me.

They were for Dwayne.

But not prescribed for Dwayne.

I met Dwayne when he was
a patient about 18 months ago.

He'd had a farm accident.

Multiple leg fractures.

He got totally hooked on those

and started hassling me
for more.

So you stole them for him?

I just wanted to help him.

Then I said I wouldn't
do it again,

and that's what
our argument was about.

So, Nate obviously knew.

He said he was on to me.

He could have ended your career,
couldn't he?

But he didn't.

I can't explain it.

We're gonna have to sort this
out down the station, Sally.

Yeah.

Bring the car up.

I don't suppose you're involved
in Gary McLeod's treatment?

Gary?

No, he's an outpatient.

Only for how long?

How's he handling it?

As well as any of us, I suppose.

I mean, how would you feel
if you found out

you had terminal cancer?

I, uh, bought you coffee.

Wow.

Not even secondhand.

Nice work on Dwayne's
girlfriend, by the way.

Thanks.

I figured you out.

You have?

I have.

Well, you've succeeded where
so many ex-wives didn't.

So many?

How many have you got?

You're not looking for
help from me.

You've got me
reading through all this

so I can see that Gary botched
the original investigation.

Partly true.

What right have you
to waste my time?

If I told you that Gary
botched everything,

would you have believed me?

I need us to look at everything,
especially the hit and run,

from a completely fresh
perspective,

unencumbered by loyalty.

This was in the old file.

Gary's handwriting.

Nate made a complaint.

Accused Phillip Henderson
of stealing his coat.

Is there a date on that?

A week after Evelyn died.

This isn't a formal document.

Do we have any record whether
he followed up on this?

Not that I can see.

- Mr. Henderson? Mike Shepherd.
- Yeah, what is it?

That final night Evelyn Dunn
visited you.

Yeah?

Was she wearing an oilskin coat?

Yeah.
Yeah, she was.

You sound sure.

Yeah, I-I remember.

She looked
kind of ridiculous in it.

It was too big for her.

She probably slung on Nate's
or Dwayne's or something.

And that next morning, when you
found her, what was she wearing?

She was only wearing a dress.

The coat wasn't nearby?

No, no.

No, I would've seen it.

Did anyone ever question you
about that coat?

I don't think so.
How...

Thanks.

On another matter,
how would you feel

about dropping the complaint
against Dwayne Dunn?

He was trying to kill me.

Threatening to kill.
He just lost his father.

He's addicted by medication.

He's an emotional wreck
for lots of reasons,

not the least of which
is the belief that his mother

was having an affair with you

when she died.

Yeah, okay, that's a completely
baseless accusation.

Is it?

Yeah, I did not sleep
with Evelyn, I swear.

But you wanted to.

It's always a very messy
business when the details

of someone's love life
get played out in court.

It's a small town, remember?

Yeah,

the cancer spread from
my lungs to the other organs.

They're saying six months.

I think they're optimistic.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Not as sorry as I am, I'll bet.

- Do you want one?
- No.

10 years ago, um, a few days
after the hit and run,

Nate Dunn reported
a missing coat.

An old oilskin
or something, yeah.

- You ever follow up on it?
- No.

Nate thought that
Phillip Henderson had stolen it.

He was a paranoid.

Probably in a cupboard
somewhere.

But you never followed up on it.

Didn't seem important.

Nate was a drunk.

Everything's important
until it isn't.

- You suggesting something?
- You dropped the ball, Gary.

Evidence compromised,
leads not followed up.

It was a coat.

A coat that Evelyn
was wearing that night.

What if the person
that killed her

thought they were killing Nate?
And if that's true,

they then remove the evidence
that pointed to them.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize
for doing your job.

I'm sorry, you're right.

You need to lay off that stuff.

Can't be helping.

What does it matter now?

Thank you, Detective Shepherd.

It's not every day
somebody turns up

to help me park my plane.

You're quite the gentleman.

So, is it business or pleasure?

I thought you might need
a ride back home

since I dropped you here.

So, no country music today?

You can't have
too much of a good thing.

Here's a random question.

So, it is business.

Do you ever remember Evelyn
wearing an oilskin coat?

No. Never.

You seem very sure.

Wasn't her style.

Why?

Just following up a lead.

A lead you won't tell me about?

Correct.

She was my sister, Detective.

Yes, she was.

It was a tragedy.

Uh...

for the record,
I never asked where you were

on the night Evelyn died.

I was in Palmerston North

for the three days prior
at a farming conference.

I cut my trip short
when I heard the news, but...

then my original statement
to that effect

would be in the file,
wouldn't it?

Thanks for the lift.

What the hell
did you say to Gary?

- Uh...
- He just called.

He sent his resignation

into head office
effective immediately.

Oh.

In fact... I don't care
what you said.

You need to know I am sick

of this lone wolf,
corpse whisperer crap.

You barge in here, take over.

You don't need me.

You don't need help.
Good luck.

- I can't take that.
- Oh, why, is it beneath you?

My hands are full.

Oh.

I already have one.

Silly me.

That'll teach me for
not being very observant,

being too caught up
in my own lone wolf crap.

You're right.
I should've been more...

"Inclusive"

is the word
you're struggling with.

Yes.

So, you're saying, "I'm sorry"?

- Yes.
- Well?

What?

You haven't actually
said it yet.

Gary has... cancer.

Terminal.

Oh, my God.

Damn.

Poor Gary.

How did you...

I kind of stumbled upon it
when I was making inquiries

at the hospital.

I thought it might be
relevant to the case,

therefore, I thought
you should know.

- Relevant how?
- I said it might be.

Anyway, it's all the more reason
to get a result for Gary.

Come on.
I've had a thought.

Oh, yeah.

I'll just follow you, then.

Lie down.

How long have we
known each other?

This isn't very comfortable.

Mm-hmm. Look up.

It's a natural
amphitheater here.

The slope stops the light
from Brokenwood

interfering with that.

Got to imagine it's night.

And November the 17th.

The Leonids meteor shower.

The Leonids meteor shower?

November the 17th.

Every year without fail.
Meteors.

In a good year,
up to two every minute.

Every year,
Nate and Evelyn walked

over here from the farm.

Perfect place to watch it.

How do you know?

Remember Dwayne told us that
Nate proposed to her here?

Imagine these two youngsters

happy, in love.

This was their special place,

their... anniversary place.

Meteorites.

Nate was a collector.

And November 17
was the night he died.

You got it.

Someone knew he would be
coming here that night.

But who would even know that,

apart from Dwayne?

Whoever did

is Nate's killer.

Dwayne Dunn has been
released on bail.

Seems that threatening to kill
charge against Henderson

has been downgraded
to firearms offenses.

Any conditions on bail?

He's to reside with
Jacinta O'Connor.

A loving aunt.

I know this must seem a bit odd.

It's like we're strangers,

but I never meant it
to be like that.

You and dad didn't get on.

Well, I wasn't alone there.

Nate was a difficult man.

It must've been
really hard on you.

It wasn't.

Dwayne...

he's gone.

There's no reason for you
to be scared anymore.

I loved my dad.

I know everyone used to think
he beat my mother.

He got violent
when he drank too much.

You have no idea
how much he loved mom.

Dwayne, I want us to be close.

I know he beat you,
so you don't need to...

He never beat me!

It was me.

I used to lose control,
lash out.

Blind rage, they called it.

Mom was so embarrassed.

She wanted to protect me.

Didn't want to be the mother
of the uncontrollable son.

That was our big family secret.

Oh, my God.

So dad copped the blame.

But now they're both gone.

Doesn't matter so much, does it?

I'm gonna go see Sal.

Come on.

Morning.

So, what are our lines
of inquiry today?

Mm.
Inclusive.

Too much?
Am I overdoing it?

No, I like it.

Hmm, must be
the Brokenwood vibe.

Vibe?
Wow.

- That's hip.
- What?

Next, you'll be saying "groovy."

I won't be able to cope.

I remember groovy.

Uh, yesterday you mentioned
the Leonids meteor shower.

Mm.

I found this report.

Nate was picked up
five years ago...

drunk and disorderly,
November 17, on the road.

He told the constable

he was going to the river
to watch the meteors

"like I do every year."

- This was in Gary's file?
- Yeah.

He wasn't the arresting officer,

but he must have known it was
relevant, so he put it in there.

So, Gary knew Nate
went there every year.

Has he ever mentioned that?

No.

So, as we decided yesterday,

whoever killed Nate
knew he'd be there.

We didn't decide anything.

Kristin.

Don't go there, okay?
It's offensive.

I'm asking for
your professional opinion.

I'm sorry.

Gary had reason to blame Nate
for his biggest failure.

He... He felt he'd gotten away
with murder.

He's dying of cancer, and he's
got nothing more to lose.

Are you telling me that there's no
way he could've killed Nate Dunn?

Be objective.
Take away the personal.

What do you see?

It's possible, but highly un...

It's got a bit
more complicated up here.

There might be
a serving member involved.

McLeod.

How?
Are you sure?

No, I'm just giving you
a heads up.

Jesus, I thought I said
no surprises.

What a PR nightmare.

I'm just flagging it.

I'll get communications
up to you pronto.

No, too soon.

Mike, if this isn't contained,

it'll be made to look
even worse than it is.

Don't send Wilmott.

Like it or not...

This was left at the front desk.

Wilmott is our senior
media advisor.

What choice do I have?

Yeah, yeah.

Does it have to be Wilmott?

Get over it.
And buckle yourself in.

So, I just give her my station?

She's the head of media
communications.

She likes things a certain way.

When she arrives,

I want you to go through
all this with her.

Everything?

Piece by piece.

So, I'm distracting her?

I like to think of it more as
getting her up to speed.

- While distracting her.
- Yeah.

Um, I'll leave you to it.

What?
And where will you be?

Oh, no, don't worry.

I know... out.

Sally.

Thought you'd be
over this place.

I wanted to say, um, thank you.

I had reason to believe

it was a momentary
lapse of judgment.

Don't let me down.

Never again, I promise.

You said to tell you
when I had the answer.

About Dwayne?
Could he have killed his dad?

- Oh, no.
- He gets mad sometimes.

Really crazy mad.

You have to lay a complaint.

He needs help.
I can't help him anymore.

You woke me up to that.

That's why I wanted
to say thank you.

I still don't know the answer.

Breen? Mm.

Yeah, get a car over
to O'Connor's.

Book Dwayne Dunn
in for a breach of bail.

Mike.
How are you, man?

I sold Nate the shotgun
a month ago.

And?

Well, he never paid me.

I asked him 20 times
and nothing.

The night Nate died,
I was at his house.

I went there to take it back,
but I couldn't find it.

They came back earlier
than I thought,

so I snuck out the back.

Geez, did you whack Dwayne
the other night?

- Nah. No, I didn't.
- But you were there.

I was at his house.

Dwayne turns up pissed,
stumbling around.

Tries to whack me
with a steel bat

and runs into a doorframe
in the process.

Loser.

He's still breathing,
needed to sleep it off.

So, you mentioned that
Dwayne was in jail.

I thought, now's the chance.

I went back.

He'd hidden it up the chimney.

Tricky bugger.

You don't say.

So, you stole it.

I repossessed for nonpayment.

Mm.

So where is it now?

Kia ora, Ms. Graves.

A touch of spring
I think, Jared.

Yeah, no.
True that, eh?

That's the truth, Mike.

Mr. Shepherd,

I didn't have anything
to do with Nate's death.

I promise.

Why is the gun
so important, Jared?

Okay.

I never come across this shotgun
strictly legally.

If it was found
and traced back to me...

Jared, um, I suggest
you hand it over to me.

I'll take care of it.

Uh...

Well, the thing is,
it's worth about 800 bucks.

I'm leading a horse
to water here.

Care to take a drink?

All right, yeah, no.
Yeah, good idea, eh?

So...

who took these?

Clearly, the idea was to draw
attention to you as a suspect.

No idea.

Well, I do, actually.

Someone with a flash camera,
for a start.

And has a really
long lens, right?

Phillip Henderson has one.

Why would Phillip want to...

Ah, he's always been
a bit dark on me, bro.

I'm competition...
for the ladies.

And the thing is,

I was with this chick,
Tania Freeman,

and the thing is,
he likes her, too.

But, uh, she kind of prefers
her coffee black,

if you know what I mean.

- Tania Freeman?
- Yeah. You know her?

My job, you hear a lot of names.

Ah.
Interesting chick.

She's...

But she's got an Aussie accent,

yet she reckons
she's never lived there.

Bit of an enigma wrapped
in a puzzle, then.

Yeah.

Hot though.

Mm.

Was Tania Freeman with Phillip
the night Nate died?

Yeah, no, she was.

How did you feel
about that, then?

Ah, easy come, easy go, bro.

Besides, I prefer more than one kid in
my rock pool, if you know what I mean.

You're not making this up?

Dude.

Everything I told you
is the truth.

The night Nate died,
I was at home.

I wasn't getting any action,
so I was in bed by 10:00.

I remember, 'cause I was
drifting off to sleep

when Gary drove past
at about 10:30.

I was still awake when he came
back about half an hour later.

His lights always
flash through my window.

Uh... you can check with him,
if you like.

I already did.

Gary said he was home all night.

Well, he was,
except for that half hour.

I seen the car
when it came back.

You said you
weren't seeing anyone.

I'm not.

Phillip Henderson?

Was just a casual thing.
It's over.

So why'd you lie about it?

He asked me not to say anything.

- To me?
- To anyone.

And why do you think that is?

So he's a player?
Can't a girl have some fun?

And Jared Morehu?

Jesus!
Are you spying on me or what?

Phillip Henderson is a suspect
in a murder case.

He's been shot at.

Jared is dealing in dodgy
firearms.

These guys are the last thing
you need in your life right now.

I really miss Calvin.

I know, and the guys
that did that to him

are doing a very long stretch
in Brisbane.

What you did
was incredibly brave,

but witness protection is...

A life sentence.

And it's probably the only
reason that you're still alive,

that your kids have a mother.

You get caught up in this,
you get exposed,

you have to move again,
uproot the kids.

You want that?

Right now,

only four people in this town
know your true identity...

you, your kids, and me.

Let's keep it that way.

Know who you're getting
into bed with.

Where the hell is Mike Shepherd?

Your guess is as good as mine.

I didn't come here to play
guessing games, Detective...

Sims. Sorry.

Um, can I get you a coffee
before we get started?

He told you to take me
through all this, did he?

Yeah, he thought
it would be a good...

He thought it would be a good
idea to distract me,

Detective Sims, please.

I know Mike Shepherd
better than you.

I see the name Gary McLeod
all over these reports.

Is this the serving
Shepherd mentioned?

Uh, as yet,
there's no definite proof.

Where can I find him?

You were out for half an hour
on the night Nate Dunn died.

Not at home all night,
like you said, alone.

You weren't straight
with me, Gary.

If I want to go there,
and believe me, I don't,

you had motive, opportunity,
10 years worth of resentment.

They sent you, didn't they?

- Who?
- You said our body brought up

a flag on the computer.

Wasn't just the body, was it?

It was me.

What are you?

Some kind of bloody cleaner
brought in to fix my mess?

You're sick.
That explains a lot.

Not a lot left
after life on the force.

Not even respect.

But why did you lie, Gary?

Because... I did it.

Did what?

It was me.

I killed Nate.

Well done.

You got me.

In here.

Mike, finally looked to turn
your phone on, eh?

Ah.

Gary, this is Meredith Wilmott,
senior media advisor.

Meredith, this is

DSS Gary McLeod.

Hello, Gary.

You lot don't
waste time, do you?

- So, what's going on?
- The Senior here

has just confessed
to murdering Nate Dunn.

It's simple.

I killed Nate Dunn
because I knew

he killed his wife
all those years ago.

It's been eating me.

It's probably what
gave me the cancer.

That's why you killed him?

I'm dying.

It's a chance to right a wrong.

I knew Nate would be going
to the bridge that night.

He always did on the 17th.

I drove there.

I parked off the road
and waited.

When he arrived,
I pushed him off the bridge.

After you clubbed him with
the edge of a tire iron?

That's right.

- And the note?
- Well, I wrote that.

Planted it on him.

Brushed away any telltale footmarks
on the bridge and left the scene.

In any case,
I wore the same shoes

the next day when I examined
the crime scene

so, if any prints were found,
I wouldn't be suspected.

I'm sorry, Kristin.
I let you down.

That woman's got her work
cut out for her, eh?

- You okay?
- No.

In the three years
I've been in Brokenwood,

Gary McLeod has taught me more

about what it is
to be a cop than any...

It just seems impossible.

Full confession.

Damn.

Meredith, can you keep
a lid on this for now?

- Why would I do that?
- 'Cause I asked you to.

You know we should front foot,
that way I can control it.

- 24 hours.
- If we delay,

- it looks like we're hiding.
- 12.

You've got that look
in your eye.

- You have a hunch.
- Maybe.

- We also have a confession.
- Jesus, Meredith!

Just give me a break.

Well, when you sweet-talk
like that...

It shouldn't be hard.

Does this place even have
a local newspaper?

Uh, yeah.

The... Brokenwood Courier.

Staff of one, I'm guessing.

Yeah.

Well, that journalist is about
to chase some wild geese.

Or a possible quail stranding
out west, maybe.

I owe you one.

Don't make promises
you can't keep.

Infuriating, though, isn't he?

He's not conventional.

I should know.

I was married to him
for five years.

Has he played you
country music yet?

Oh.
Well...

I knew it.

Used to drive me nuts.

Where's Wilmott?

She's getting coffee.

Good.

Remember the letter
Dwayne said Nate received?

- The one we never found?
- Yeah.

What if it was the CD?

It's possible.

Have they cracked the password?

Not yet.
But I did just get these.

Phone records
from Nate's mobile phone.

Did I ask for that?

No. I did.

And it seems,
on the day he died,

Nate called every one
of our suspects.

Short calls, all under
30 seconds, one after the other.

Midafternoon.

Jacinta O'Connor,
Phillip Henderson,

Dwayne, Sally, and others, too.

Just assume, for a moment,
that Nate didn't kill his wife,

and that he found out who did,

and then he phoned everyone
to tell them he knew.

And everyone
that's in this town!

Was Gary on this list?

No.

You're covering for someone.

That's ridiculous.

You were gone for half an hour.

That's barely time to go
to the river and back again.

But you actually waited
until Nate got there,

then you pushed him
off the bridge

and fished around for him
in freezing water

until you found him so you could
plant a note on him...

a note that matched
his handwriting.

Come on, Gary.

All that takes
longer than half an hour.

Obviously,
I was there for longer.

Witness says you were gone
for half an hour.

Who?

Did you know that Nate worked
out who killed Evelyn?

That's impossible!

If I couldn't figure it out,
how could that drunk bastard?

He's persistent.

He was waiting till
after November the 17th

to tell the world,

and I know you didn't kill Nate
with a tire iron.

Because he died of wounds

consistent with the impact
of a wide, flat rock.

If you had bothered to read

the pathologist's report,
you would have known that.

Somebody, I need some help here!

I need help here!
Somebody!

Just breathe out, breathe out.
Somebody!

It's not looking good.

They need to monitor him before
making any decisions about treatment.

- Well?
- What?

You know, you have this way
of getting people riled.

Did you push him for more
information or what?

What the hell were you doing?

- Well, I was trying to...
- Question him again!

Yes.

To get him to admit that
his confession was bogus.

Gary's innocent, but now,
with him in a coma,

we need to prove it.

Mike.

The IT guys have
cracked the password.

The files have been e-mailed.

It's a single file,
PDF attachment.

Looks like some sort
of farming magazine.

Scanned copy.

Don't tell me this is just
an edition Nate missed.

Kristin, it's 10 years old.

- Well, so, why...
- Stop.

Farming conference.

Jacinta O'Connor
mentioned she was at...

Here.

That's her.

That's metallic gray.
It's a Falcon.

And a hire car, look.

That number plate...

It's one of the three
that Nate narrowed it down to.

My god.

That's the car that
killed Evelyn Dunn.

- Gary covered for her.
- But why?

At every opportunity,
she'd insult him.

Gary felt guilty.
He felt he deserved her insults.

He never caught
her sister's killer,

and he held a candle for her.

Damn!

I told him Jacinta said

she was home all night
the night Nate died.

So if Gary went
to Jacinta's that night,

half an hour's just long enough
to be there and back.

So he gets there,
she's not home, he comes back.

Then, later, he finds out
that he's lied to you.

And he thinks he knows why.

The tragedy is that Gary thought
she cracked

and killed Nate after 10 years
of frustration.

Because of him, because he
couldn't solve that hit and run.

Except that wasn't
why she killed him.

She killed him to cover up
her earlier murder.

This is Sims.
I need backup now.

Thanks.

She's gone to the airfield.

Damn!

Is that her?

Come on, come on!

Go!

- What are you going to do?
- Cut her off.

Uh... you are aware
that she's in an airplane.

Yeah, just a small one.
Ah.

- Ah!
- Ah!

See, we've got
four wheels, right?

She's got three, so...

You're... insane.

It's fine, it's fine.
I've done this bef...

- Well, I haven't, but...
- Look out! Look out!

Lost her.

No.

She has to take off
into the wind.

Stop! Police!

Get out.

When did you know?

- About Nate?
- Yeah.

Only when I found out
that you killed Evelyn.

It was an accident.

An accident
that it was Evelyn, you mean?

Yeah, I came home early
from that conference.

I was driving,

and I saw a figure in a coat.

The man that I thought had
ruined my sister's life,

so I did what I wanted to do
for years.

He called me.

I have proof, you bitch.

To tell me he was going
to tell the world the truth.

I couldn't let that happen.

Even though I know now
I was wrong.

I was so damn wrong.

Wrong about what?

Ask Dwayne.

Jacinta O'Connor,
I'm arresting you

for the murders of Nate Dunn
and Evelyn Dunn.

You have the right
to remain silent.

It's a little late for that.

She knew he'd be
at the bridge that night

because she'd read Gary's files.

So she just pushed him off?

Easy, he was drunk.

Clobbered him with a rock
and 10 years of fury.

And the note?
"I'm sorry"?

Was in Nate's handwriting.

Maybe it was something
that he wrote to Evelyn

every year and dropped it
in the water.

You make him sound
like a romantic.

Well, anyone who goes

to the same spot every year
to watch a meteor shower

is a romantic, trust me.

- Why are we in such a hurry?
- I want to tell Gary.

He's been racked
with guilt for 10 years.

He needs to know it's over.

Gary's been taken into the city.

He's in a bad way.

We made an arrest.
It wasn't Gary.

So, the confession?

He was covering,

out of professional guilt
and odd association.

- That was your hunch.
- Yeah.

Just as well, the local journo's
on a whale hunt.

This could have been
very embarrassing.

I'll make a trip
into town, then.

- Let Gary know.
- Yeah, you do that.

In his state, it might all seem
like a bad dream.

While I'm down there, I'll be
handing in my resignation.

What?

I'm quitting the big smoke.

Don't want to leave
my run too late.

Run for what?

Good life.

Country air.

The vibe.

Are you mad?
What are you going to do?

I'm guessing that we have vacancy
for the head of the Brokenwood CIB.

You're totally overqualified.

- I'll probably get it, then.
- But you'd have to drop rank.

And why would you do that?

Why wouldn't I?

Um, hello?
Yeah.

Meredith here.

No, that's fine.
I'll get it now.

How would you feel about that,
Detective Sims?

See you tomorrow.