07x06 - Here's to You, Mrs. Robinson

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[ Indistinct chanting ]

[ Birds chirping ]

JIM: Ah.

Morning, Maddy.

MADDY: Morning!

Have you seen Anne?

Maybe outside having a smoke?

JIM: Anne.

You out here, love?

Jesus Christ!

Anne!

Anne!

Oh, Anne!

GINA: It's an open-microphone night for aspiring poets.

I have been working on some stanzas.

Maybe you'd like to come?

Uh, sounds interesting.

My only real reference to poetry involves Johnny Cash, but...

Russian poets are said to be the best in the world, so...

Um, action stations.

Hodges has called through a suspicious death.

Tullamore Rise.

Uh, hold that thought, Gina, but best be on standby until we know what we have.

I'm always ready for you, Mike.

Ugh.

Uh, let's get to it, team.

Uh, Senior.

Call for you.

Urgent.

- Seriously?

- Line one.

[ Sighs ]

I'll catch up.

Copy that.

Mike Shepherd.

Yeah, I'm listening.

I can do that.

But don't tell me the address.

I'm going to give you a number.

Text it to that.

[ Engine starts ]

Well, where the hell he's going?

CHALMERS: Yep.

He's going the wrong way.

Surely he knows Tullamore's at the northern end of town.

Yeah, well, I blame early-onset dementia.

Shall I, uh, message him?

No, he'll be deep in the lyric of some country song about a lonesome highway.

At the three-minute mark, he'll realize and turn around.

♪ In the night I heard calling ♪ ♪ I felt your curse, but I know there is no sound ♪ ♪ It woke me up when I was dreaming ♪ ♪ And I cut the rope, but your thoughts just stay 'round ♪

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Shall we wait for the boss?

No.

I've got this.

Copy that.

KRISTIN: She was found in the pool, right?

CHALMERS: You're not going to do that talking thing that Mike does, are you?

It's a yard glass, right?

Yeah, rite of passage for all Kiwis turning .

- You did one?

- I did.

Not like this.

I imbibed the traditional way... through the mouth.

I doubt she was trying to imbibe.

She's hardly .

Drunk person staggers, trips on a yard glass, pours into spa pool.

KRISTIN: Freak accident, you reckon?

Probably not.

Well, either way, we need to get Gina in.

Way too slow.

- [ Sighs ]

Family?

- Yeah, around the back.

KRISTIN: Hi.

I'm Detective Kristin Sims.

- This is D.C.

Chalmers.

- Kia ora.

We understand how hard this must be for you all, so we'll keep this as brief as possible.

Can I ask who found Mrs.

Robinson?

I did.

I'm her husband, Jim.

Jim, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Uh, do you remember the last time you saw your wife?

Uh, after everyone left the party.

Oh, take care.

[ Laughs ]

ANNE: [ Exhales deeply ]

Thanks for coming.

Thanks for the excellent party, Anne!

KRISTIN: What time was this?

See you at their nd!

It all wound down around : a.m.

Then we went to bed.

I thought they'd never leave.

No one likes to leave a great party, and I throw the best parties, Jim.

- You know that.

- [ Chuckles ]

That was the last I saw her.

In the bedroom.

Somewhere around, um, : a.m., I guess.

And this morning?

JIM: I woke up.

I went outside.

[ Voice breaking ]

And there she was.

- Well, she hadn't been to bed?

- JIM: What?

- No, no, I suppose she didn't.

- CHALMERS: What's your name?

FRASER: Fraser.

You alright there, Fraser?

I, uh, can't move my legs.

CHALMERS: Okay.

You're in shock, my friend.

I want you to take some big deep breaths.

[ Exhales shakily ]

He took something.

Shut up, Maddy.

It's true.

- dr*gs?

- I don't know.

You want to tell me what you took there?

Where's...

Where's Sascha?

- CHALMERS: Sascha being?

- His girlfriend.

Got to find her.

[ Grunts ]

Can you stand up for me there?

Yeah, I'm trying to!

Can't you see that?

Okay, need to get an ambulance for this guy.

Where's Sascha?

You need to find Sascha.

She wasn't here when Dad woke us.

Uh, perhaps she went home.

This is her home.

Yeah, Sascha lives with the Robinsons.

Please!

She could be lying somewhere.

Okay, can you stay with Olivia for me?

Thanks.

It seems someone's unaccounted for.

Let's take a look around.

[ Cellphone rings ]

MIKE: What have you got?

Um, middle-aged woman found dead in a spa pool impaled by a yard glass.

- A homicide?

- KRISTIN: Oh, yeah.

Gina's taking a look now.

MIKE: If you need extra help, call Hughes at HQ.

Of course.

Um...

Is everything...

okay?

There's something I need to do.

I can't say any more.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

This just goes to show that binge drinking never ends well.

Of course, we won't know she was drinking until toxicology comes through.

Where is Mike?

I don't know.

What she said.

It is unusual that he is not here.

Indeed, but he's not, and I honestly don't know where he is.

Now, obviously time of death is going to be extremely helpful on this one.

From initial witness information, it's got to be between : a.m. and : a.m.

Mike never entertains guesswork.

But just at first glance, would you say internal bleeding as cause of death?

I think we can cut to the chase on that one.

Only I will be doing any cutting.

Now, please.

You are making too much noise.

Boss!

You need to see this!

I'm guessing this will be Sascha?

This is shaping up to be a busy day at the office.

- We can get through this.

- [ Indistinct talking ]

Mr. Robinson.

We need to close this whole property off.

It's a crime scene.

Do you understand?

Now, Victim Support are on their way, but is there anywhere that you can stay while we examine the scene?

Uh, what about Suzie's?

Yes, yeah.

We have somewhere we can go.

A family friend's place.

I'm sure that'll be fine.

KRISTIN: Okay, good.

Once you're settled in, I'll be in touch.

We need to get further detail about last night as soon as possible.

Thank you.

You've been very kind.

GINA: I have already discovered something of great interest.

Let's have it, then.

Perhaps we should wait for Mike.

We'll be waiting for some time.

GINA: How long?

How long is a piece of string?

I have no interest in playing games involving string.

Had Victim A been alive when impaled by the broken glass bulb, then it would have been filled with blood as the neck of the glass penetrated the abdominal aorta.

Even if she was lying down?

The effect would have been a geyser, filling like an inverted decanter of claret.

But the bulb shows no sign of blood?

Other than around the shaft at the point of penetration.

So she was already dead?

Yes, because the heart was not pumping blood through the arteries.

So if the yard glass didn't k*ll her, what did?

She d*ed the same way Victim B did.

Stabbed by the same fondue fork to a different place on the body.

That place being?

Downward thrust, the two tines penetrated the heart.

Death would have been very quick.

Whereas with Victim B, although the wound is more superficial, it would have been lethal.

When you say superficial...

A small puncture to the jugular vein.

Stabbed?

GINA: Or a glancing blow.

Not normally catastrophic, but in this case, death was slow.

- She bled out?

- GINA: Yes.

Over how long?

Without first aid, maybe three to seven minutes.

So withfirst aid, she could have been saved?

It's possible.

KRISTIN: Thanks, Gina.

Are you going to the Poetry and Pizza night at the Snake and Tiger?

Um...

It's not high on our list of priorities.

Probably wise.

[ Sighs ]

I think it's best suited for people who are serious about poetry.

So the offender stabbed Mrs. Robinson with a fork.

She falls onto the yard glass, impaling herself, keels over into the spa pool.

Meanwhile, perhaps Sascha witnesses this.

The offender gives chase, slashes her with the fork, and leaves her to die.

Couple of issues.

Firstly, why didn't Sascha stumble back toward the house for help?

She was hiding from the offender.

Left it too late.

Lost consciousness.

And secondly...

CHALMERS: The stand is still upright.

If Anne Robinson had fallen onto it, the stand would be lying on the ground.

Mm-hmm, and, as Gina said, the victim was already dead by the time the glass entered her abdomen, which means the offender k*lled her, then impaled her.

That's a cheery thought.

Wow.

They really embraced the decade.

If the smoking didn't k*ll you, the cholesterol might've.

Oh.

I am not sure that's a good time.

Next best thing to CCTV.

One angle is the offender stabbed Anne Robinson and stabbed Sascha Montgomery.

One a forceful s*ab, the second more of a gash, perhaps suggesting they were in a hurry, possibly interrupted.

Fingerprints came back with nothing conclusive on the fork.

Evidence only of multiple prints, suggesting it was excellent fondue.

I'm not sure those two words belong together.

CHALMERS: Mm.

I guess we start with statements from the whanau.

Find out what went down at that party, aside from ' s rock and potpourri.

DESK SERGEANT: Sims.

A Glenn Tyson to see ya.

Glenn?

Hi.

Hey, heading down to the Snake and Tiger later.

Wondered if you still fancied that game of pool.

Oh, um, now's not really a good time, actually.

I've...

I've got a bit on.

- GLENN: On a Sunday?

- Yeah.

GLENN: Right.

Stolen cars and graffiti at the train station?

A double homicide at a st.

Yeah, I'll be working late.

Oh.

Okay.

Wow.

That sounds heavy.

Uh, good luck with that.

Another time maybe?

KRISTIN: Sure.

Maybe.

CHALMERS: Everything okay?

Yeah.

Uh, where were we?

CHALMERS: I was just wondering because the phrase "still fancy that game of pool" implies the invitation had already been extended.

Mm, quite the detective, aren't we?

You in the property market?

Glenn.

Hi.

Um, yeah, I-I guess I am.

Good for you.

There comes a time when you have to make a choice to put down roots, you know, get a roof over your head that is your own.

How 'bout you?

Oh, I'm just keeping my options open.

But if you want to, um, get a beer sometime or a game of pool or both...

Oh, wow.

Um, you never know.

Didn't you say that guy had form?

No.

His ex-girlfriend did.

Glenn Tyson is just an acquaintance with a knack for bad timing.

Another angle is Sascha Montgomery stabbed Anne Robinson and then walked into the trees and topped herself.

m*rder/su1c1de.

You're full of cheery thoughts today.

We need to know out about Sascha Montgomery's mental state and why she might have wanted to k*ll Anne Robinson.

You can see him.

He's alert, but physically he's suffering from a mild form of paresis.

CHALMERS: Which is?

His body thinks it's paralyzed.

It's not, but the limbs aren't responding to the commands sent by the brain.

Dr.

Lee, is this a temporary thing?

I'm confident it is.

The idiot took something and won't say what it was.

Christ.

DR.

LEE: I'm waiting on further blood tests.

- I'll know more then.

- Thanks.

Jim, I understand that you and your wife were down as next of kin for Sascha Montgomery.

Well, she had no other family.

She was an orphan?

JIM: Her parents, close friends of ours, were k*lled in a boating accident while overseas.

Sascha was staying with us at the time and...

simply never left.

She became one of the family?

She was a good kid with a bright future.

Did she and your wife get on?

Of course.

Sascha was like a second daughter.

Who was in a relationship with your son?

Sascha would never want to hurt Anne.

- Is that what you're implying?

- No.

I'm just trying to get an overview of the family dynamic.

We are a loving and dedicated family.

Shall we?

FRASER: You have find them and lock them up and...

We're working on that, Fraser.

As I keep saying, you can help us by providing any information you remember from the party.

Any guests acting strangely, any disagreements, incidents.

I hate feeling this way.

You've suffered enormous loss.

Having no control over my body.

The sooner you tell the doctors what you bloody well took...

Okay!

Your dad's right.

The sooner they know, the sooner they can help you, and the sooner you can help me and Detective Sims with our inquiries.

And the sooner we can find out who harmed your mother.

And Sascha?

CHALMERS: And Sascha.

Okay, look, Fraser, whatever you've taken, we're not going to lock you up for it.

MDMA, cocaine, GBH?

These days we're far more interested in the supplier, not the consumer.

Was there a drug supplier at the party?

JIM: Don't be ridiculous!

We want to help you, Fraser.

Help you to help us.

I-I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I-I didn't know it would be like that.

And if I'd known, then I...

I never...

I'm tripping out.

On what, Fraser?

Nutmeg.

Sorry, what?

Nutmeg.

Yep.

Nutmeg.

The tests just came back and corroborate that.

You mean people...

DR. LEE: Potentially lethal, too.

Nutmeg is a poison?

When ingested in copious amounts, it can be.

What are the supposed upsides of overdosing on ground spice?

The chemical within nutmeg, myristicin, is potentially psychoactive, assuming the body can process it.

A person foolish enough to try it would need to ingest an unpalatable amount.

"Foolish" doesn't even come close.

"Stupid moron" is my summation.

The things we do when we're young.

I didn't snort bloody nutmeg.

The good news is, your son will recover, but we will need to monitor for any liver and kidney damage.

Yes, sorry.

There's a lot to take in.

I should get back to Olivia.

God knows how she's coping.

Jim, you've yet to supply an address for where you're staying.

Sorry, yes.

We will need to follow up with some further questions, so...

Of course.

Dead Rabbit Lane.

Dead Rabbit Lane.

Why does that sound familiar?

Yeah, it's the house of that Brantlock kid.

One of the idiots who tried to rob the Brokenwood Savings Bank.

The psycho one.

TANIA: I thought we wouldn't meet again.

Wasn't that part of the deal?

You seeing anyone?

Is that any of your business?

No.

But it's all part of moving on.

New beginnings and all that.

Nah, 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.

It's so sad, it makes me smile.

Country music will do that to you.

♪ As long as they're with you ♪ ♪ As long as they're with you ♪

[ Knock on door ]

Nobody's home.

That's weird.

Caleb.

- D.C. Chalmers.

- Detective Kristin Sims.

How could I forget?

- Is Jim Robinson here?

- CALEB: No.

KRISTIN: We were told that he and his daughter Olivia were staying at this address.

Well, they changed plans, went to our family bach near Riverstone.

Everything alright?

Sure.

Home detention is a real fun time.

Suzie is Olivia's godmother and Anne's best friend.

So close friend of mine, too.

KRISTIN: Yes.

What you saw...

We were hugging, that's all.

I've always been a very tactile person.

- You understand?

- I do.

I was reaching out.

No doubt.

Holding someone.

It's like holding on.

[ Indistinct talking ]

I'm only just holding on.

Did Mrs. Brantlock attend the party last night?

Of course.

She wouldn't have missed it.

Like a second mother, really.

[ Indistinct talking continues ]

We're all falling apart.

What can you do?

[ Cellphone ringing, buzzing ]

It's the funeral home.

I need to...

Please.

CHALMERS: Beautiful place you have here.

Thank you.

We couldn't help but notice Olivia seems particularly upset.

Well, that's hardly surprising, is it?

- With you, though?

- She's lost her mother, Sascha.

And now she's...

She's?

In amongst the chaos, she's dumped her boyfriend.

It's a lover's tiff, no doubt.

Was her boyfriend at the party last night?

No.

No, he wasn't.

Okay, and what's her boyfriend's name?

That's hardly important, is it?

Well, you never know.

Caleb Brantlock.

My son.

CHALMERS: A lover's tiff?

Would that have anything to do with the broken glass at your home?

And the reason why you're all here and not at Dead Rabbit Lane?

Young people can be so volatile these days.

It's nothing, I'm sure.

And Caleb definitely wasn't at the party?

How could he be with that wretched bracelet around his ankle?

Can you describe the feeling at the party?

[ Sighs ]

It was wonderful.

Quite simply a great night.

Where were you this morning?

At home, when I got the news.

- With Caleb?

- Yes.

And Jim called me, utterly distraught.

I should check on him.

I know what it's like to lose a spouse.

OLIVIA: What did you want to ask?

Well, we're just trying to understand the family dynamics, how Sascha fitted in.

[ Sniffles ]

Like she'd been there all along.

Mum and Dad thought she was amazing.

They thought Sascha was a good influence on Fraser.

OLIVIA: Totally.

And what did you think?

- [ Chuckles ]

- She was like a sister, eh?

We should go and see Fraser.

He'll be freaking out.

[ Cellphone chimes, buzzes ]

CHALMERS: Wow.

Okay.

We've got a fingerprint hit on the yard glass.

Trudy Neilson.

Yes, I was at the party.

I was paid to be there as a booze supplier and mixologist.

What's a mixologist?

A cocktail maker for the guests.

And it's no surprise my prints are on the yard glass.

It was my job to decant it.

Okay, so come on.

Who's going first tonight?

FRASER: Well, uh, surely ladies before gentlemen.

Doubt it.

But I'll be your turner.

No, I should probably do it.

Hey, back in my day, we couldn't get hold of a yard, so my brother Ray improvised with a garden hose and a kitchen sink.

Oh.

TRUDY: Same effect.

Are you family friends with the Robinsons?

No, I met Anne here through her ladies' lunches she has with her mate most weeks.

I'm thinking about her future.

So am I!

TRUDY: That's not okay here.

You'll have to go outside the dining area.

Christ, we areoutside.

It's illegal to smoke in a communal area, sorry.

Theme parties aren't really my thing, but a gig's a gig.

[ Rock music playing, indistinct conversations ]

There you go.

I hope you and Tom Collins here have a short but lovely life together.

What?

- You ordered a Tom Collins.

- Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

Party going well for you?

Time of my life.

Suzie Brantlock seemed upset about something?

I'm no nark.

KRISTIN: But?

Well, I was surprised to see her there after the red wine incident.

Haughty bitch!

Mm!

[ Gasps ]

CHALMERS: Any ideas what prompted that?

No.

All I know is that I had to clean it up.

Hello.

I'm Beth.

Mike.

She's been looking forward to seeing you.

I got here as quickly as I could.

Yeah, she's been talking about you a lot.

She describes you as a special friend.

Our relationship is... unique.

I'll take that as "on a need to know basis," then?

I'll be back a bit later.

Call me if you need any help.

'Cause I just live close by.

She's in the lounge.

[ Door closes ]

Kia ora, Mike.

Thanks for making the trip.

MIKE: Has been a while.

I got that postcard five years back.

From the postmark, I thought you'd relocated to the South Island?

Too bloody cold.

The kids wouldn't settle.

Are they doing okay?

All the better now we got moved here.

I said, "Right, that's it, kids.

We're not moving again." And then...

Whatever you have, I'm sure you...

TANIA: What?

b*at it?

I'm past that point but I appreciate your positivity.

I wouldn't have called you otherwise.

I can promise you that.

Then I'm very sorry to hear that.

Me too.

Been battling this demon for two years now.

It was always going to be a one-way street, but I'm right near the end of the road now.

You must be tired after that drive.

You need a cup of tea or something?

MIKE: Sure.

Well, I'd make it for you, but...

I'll put the jug on.

[ Sighs ]

How much do the kids know?

It was a hard day getting the news from the doctors.

It was a worse day having to tell them.

And about the other thing?

What, you mean why people call me Tania?

Your husband, Kelvin, was a security guard in Brisbane?

And his van was held up by a g*ng, The White Lords.

They sh*t and k*lled one of Kelv's co-workers.

[ Sniffles ]

Kelvin's testimony was the only thing that was going to put the bastard away.

But to keep safe until trial, you were moved here.

Then last night, before Kelv was supposed to go back and testify, they broke in.

Kelv tried to defend us, and he was k*lled.

I got out with the kids through a window and hid under the house.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh.

Do you think you could identify him?

It's total.

A new identity, a new start.

Take your time.

It's a very big decision.

So what, I-I can't tell anyone?

No one can know.

Not even my own parents?

Are you kidding me?

For the system to work, to ensure the complete safety of you and your children, it's the only way.

If I hadn't seen that bastard's face, then the last seven years would have been completely different.

Kelvin would still have been gone.

If it wasn't for your testimony, his k*ller would still be at large and would quite possibly have terrorized you and your kids further.

Witness protection was the only course.

I'm sure of that.

So we've accounted for all the guests and taken statements.

All but one.

Do you know who this is?

OLIVIA: Oh, the guy in the cowboy hat?

That was that creepy guy.

Mm, some friend of Suzie's.

OLIVIA: His name was Clint.

Yeah, we found him crashed out on our bed.

[ Up-tempo music playing]

- Hello.

- Oh, my God!

I found him in my room, too.

He was so wasted.

[ Up-tempo music playing]

Hey!

Get the hell out of my room!

And what time was this?

OLIVIA: Uh, I don't know.

Late.

: in the morning maybe?

Do you think he's the guy?

Let's just say he's a person of interest.

Thanks for your time.

I hope you feel better soon.

Oh, um, did anyone else get involved in the nutmeg experiment?

No.

I was the only one dumb enough to try it.

Three packets in a milkshake.

How'd you go with Suzie Brantlock?

I went to Riverstone, but she wasn't there.

I'm on approach to Dead Rabbit Lane now.

KRISTIN: Well, when you find her, ask her about a friend of hers named Clint.

He's the guy in the hat.

I hope you don't mind, do you?

It's been a hell of a day.

I could say it's just tonic, but it's half gin if I'm honest.

It's good to be honest.

A witness has you arguing with Anne Robinson a few days before the party.

Oh.

Where was this?

CHALMERS: At the Snake and Tiger.

Can you tell me what it was about?

SUZIE: It was nothing.

It was a boisterous lunch between friends, that's all.

Do most boisterous lunches conclude by throwing a $ glass of Pinot Noir in your friend's face?

Anne and I were besties.

Sometimes we would just get carried away.

What more can I tell you?

CALEB: How about the truth?

Caleb, honey, the detective is talking to me, not you.

I don't mind broadening the discussion.

Got something to contribute, Caleb?

I'd like my mother to tell it how it is.

That we're lepers.

Ah, enough!

Lepers?

I need a refill.

Anne and I argued about Caleb.

She didn't want to invite him to the party, which I thought was unfortunate.

Well, surely that would be a moot point.

Given his home detention, he wouldn't be able to go anyway.

SUZIE: Well, what would be so wrong for him to simply have been invited to his girlfriend's st?

That's all I was saying.

But Anne didn't seem to have her listening ears on.

- He can't be invited.

- Why not?

Because it sends the wrong message!

What if I get him an exemption, just for a few hours?

It's not that he can'tcome, it's that I don't wanthim to come.

Your son's criminal record will be a millstone around his neck for the rest of his days.

He's not dragging my daughter down with him.

Oh, face it, Suzie.

Caleb is damaged goods now.

Whiff of loser about him.

You haughty bitch!

Mm!

[ Gasps ]

And you and Anne were on speaking terms last night?

Of course.

We buried the hatchet.

Thanks for your time.

One more thing.

I believe you attended the party with a guy named Clint.

We'd like to talk to him.

Do you have his contact details?

He was my plus-one.

He does odd jobs for me.

He's not Clint, though.

That's an in-joke.

And what time did you and your plus-one not named Clint leave?

Well, I got home at : a.m.

I don't know about him.

We didn't leave together.

That's his name and number there.

All the guests had gone by : a.m.

Leaving this lot on the premises.

One or more of them had it in for Sascha and Anne.

Yet ask anyone, and Sascha was a golden girl.

Faultless, it would seem.

No sense on why she would be a target?

Unless the nutmeg made Fraser do something crazy.

He snapped and took out his mother and girlfriend.

Remind me to lay off the eggnog at Christmas.

Jim Robinson said Anne was in the bedroom at : a.m., but we only have his word for that.

So we're still working on the theory that she d*ed somewhere between : a.m and : a.m.?

Until Gina says otherwise.

Do we know when Suzie Brantlock left the party?

Um, according to her, sometime before : a.m.

And any possible motive arise from the red wine incident?

CHALMERS: She was angry that Anne wouldn't invite Caleb to the party.

I suppose that could've driven a wedge between Anne and Olivia.

Yeah, but if so, why dump Caleb the following day?

And anything on the elusive Clint?

I do have some interesting news on that front.

Clint is actually this guy.

Glenn Tyson was at the party?

He was indeed.

TANIA: And peace and harmony.

Beautiful.

That's it.

That's it, Rua.

And pull it back.

I taught them this when I first got sick.

They can take it with them wherever they go.

Still got it.

[ Chuckles ]

Ka pai, korua.

Time for bed, eh?

Can you read us a story?

Uh, it would be an honor.

Lead the way.

Hey, make it something other than "Jive's Pipi Diggers," eh?

MIKE: "Drifting between here and dreamland, Jive thought to himself, 'Yeah, I do have the choicest pipi diggers.'

And he dreamed of good kai and cold sand between his toes."

[ Chuckles ]

A very cool story.

I would've thought he was ready for something a bit older.

It's the book Dad read the night he got k*lled.

He doesn't like reading anything else.

[ Light switch clicks ]

Are you going to take care of us?

I want to help the best way I can.

Good night.

BETH: There you go.

Ka pai.

When that deep pain digs in, we start the morphine tablets.

You don't get a gold star for suffering unnecessarily.

In the meantime, I will leave you in the capable hands of your special friend.

Po marie.

Bye.

Don't hesitate to call me.

- Thanks, Beth.

- Night.

Sit.

[ Door closes ]

I need to reunite with my family so that my kids have whanau to look after them.

I need to leave witness protection.

You don't actually need my permission.

Good.

'Cause I don't want it.

I want your blessing.

Once you break protection, there's no going back.

It makes no difference to me.

This is about my kids' safety.

[ Sighs ]

MIKE: I can't...

...promise that.

I need you to reunite me with my family.

That is all I'm asking.

My whanauwill take care of the rest.

What?

Is this a cop thing?

You don't make promises you can't keep?

I'll see what I can do.

TANIA: I'm not asking you to look after my kids.

But I am asking you to look outfor them.

And that would bring me a lot of comfort.

GLENN: Hey!

Better late than never!

We can get one in before closing for sure.

Trudes!

[ Snaps fingers ]

Still working.

Let me have a word with your superior.

'Cause you work way too hard.

Take it easy, Tyson.

I'm not your garçon.

Fair enough.

As you were.

Did you go to the Robinsons' st?

I did.

Yeah.

No, I was there, actually.

Yeah, no, it was a...

it was a good party.

- Why's that?

- And you know the Robinsons how?

Well, I don't, to be honest.

It was a friend-of-a-friend thing.

That friend being Suzie Brantlock?

Well, you know, I do some work for her.

Gardening, maintenance 'round the house kind of thing.

I met her here, actually.

TRUDY: Off to side's fine.

There's a notice board over there, too.

Thank you, Trudy.

I might be in need of a man who's good with his hands.

Ah, you know, it's just a turn of phrase.

So this morning when I mentioned there'd been a double homicide at a st, you didn't make that connection?

GLENN: No.

Not really.

I mean, it couldn't have been the only st in Brokenwood last night.

Being a Saturday.

And why were you calling yourself Clint, Glenn?

Yeah, um, I misinterpreted the brief.

I thought it was a costume party, so I went as Clint Eastwood from "A Fistful of Dollars." You know, introduced myself to everyone as Clint.

Bit of fun.

No harm in that.

What time did you go home?

I don't know.

Try.

Uh, okay.

: , maybe?

Yeah, I-I walked home.

Last drinks!

That's last drinks, people.

Hey, time for a quick one, surely?

Come on.

Still working.

Further fingerprint matches on the bulb of the yard glass.

Aside from Trudy Neilson, Sascha Montgomery's are a match and two others as yet unidentified.

Sascha the golden stepchild.

No one has indicated anything close to a motive with her.

Yeah, which dilutes the m*rder/su1c1de idea, right?

I've got a theory that could be a little challenging.

Oh, yeah?

Bring it on.

The only potential motive we have is Suzie Brantlock.

She was angry at Anne for snubbing her son.

Caleb Brantlock is a sociopath.

Anne's point wasn't unreasonable.

CHALMERS: Well, more than that.

Anne was basically disowning her.

She was saying, "Your son is not worthy of my daughter.

Your kind is not welcome." They were supposed to be best friends.

Yeah, but they kissed and made up.

Well, only according to Suzie.

But what does she do right after this personal slight?

She conveniently employs an odd-jobs man who she brings to the party, someone nobody knows.

They don't even know his real name.

Next morning, Anne Robinson is found dead.

So you're saying Glenn Tyson is some kind of...

handyman assassin?

More of an opportunist.

Maybe she said she had this side job.

And what, he said, "Oh, yeah, I'll take care of it"?

What do we know about this guy other than he drifts into town and someone dies?

Well, two people die.

How does Sascha Montgomery fit into this?

Possibly she witnessed it.

Tyson panicked, and he dealt to her, too.

Mm.

Can I be honest with you?

[ Mug thuds ]

I would want nothing less.

That is nuts.

I mean, it's imaginative, yeah, but it is... it's nuts.

Okay, I'll get him checked out by the fingerprints branch anyway.

If Tyson's are a match on the yard, why else would they be there?

Sure.

Sometimes the answer is where we don't want to look.

Meaning?

Sometimes we see what we don't want to see and look away.

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, well, it's not like that.

- It's just...

- Nuts?

- Gina.

- Why are you in Mike's chair?

Excuse me.

I am in Mike's chair because I am leading this investigation.

Does Mike know?

It's his idea.

Hmm.

Oh.

Toxicology.

Thank you very much.

Wow, is this number...

Yes, Victim A had more alcohol in her system than the Russian Parliament combined.

She would have been helpless in putting up resistance with her perpetrator.

And Victim B, Sascha Montgomery, it's blank.

There seems to be a faulty reading in the report.

A very strange chemical imbalance.

I sent it back for retesting.

And what was it?

You would not understand.

Try me.

I will update when I can.

Ooh, will Mike be back for Pizza and Poetry night?

Uh, I can't say.

Can't or won't?

Can't because I don't know where he is.

Wedon't know where he is.

Whatever he's up to, it's top secret.

Well, I hope he makes it.

He works very hard, so I have written a poem for him.

Wow.

Can we a get a preview?

[ Chuckles ]

It's a work in progress.

Oh, even better, a window into the artist's process.

- Mm.

- If you insist.

[ Exhales sharply ]

"There once was man called Michael.

Whose heart was as big as Lake Baikal.

He does what he can.

He is a good man.

Because..." As I said, it is a work in progress.

Mm, the missing last line of a limerick.

Such a tease.

It's not a limerick.

It's a poem.

The last line is tricky because it needs to rhyme with "Lake Baikal." What about "And he likes to recycle"?

Yes.

It's okay.

Not everyone is naturally gifted at poetry.

Wow.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Hello?

Uh, Glenn Tyson.

- D.C. Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.

- Yeah?

CHALMERS: I need you to come in and provide your fingerprints.

[ Sighs ]

Why?

We're working through a process of elimination at the Robinsons' party.

Okay, and what if I don't want to?

Oh, sure, you don't have to.

It's completely voluntary, but then again, you could always pop down to the station at your earliest convenience.

Well...

I'm kind of flat out at the moment working at the Brantlocks', so...

Then I'll come to you.

All part of the service.

[ Birds squawking ]

If we let her expose her identity, we need to protect her family.

HUGHES: You know we can't guarantee that.

Why not?

If that piece of scum ever gets parole, I need to know that Tania's children will be looked out for, kept on the radar.

Surfacing and resubmerging, there's no precedent for that.

Oh, spare me the submarine analogies.

Just get me the answer I need to hear.

Please.

Mike.

Send her my best wishes.

Yeah.

I will.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Hello?

[ Indistinct arguing in distance ]

CALEB: Just get the hell out of my face!

FRASER: Don't talk to me, you sick bastard!

SUZIE: Fraser, that is enough!

You're gonna go to hell for what you've done.

I didn't do anything, you dickhead.

Look, give me a break.

You were seen!

- Maddy, tell him.

- I...

don't know.

What?

Fraser, you are not well.

- Stay out of this, Mum!

- I'm fine now.

I'm totally fine, which is more than can be said about you.

Get away from me!

Don't believe a word he says!

You want to tell me what he's referring to?

Thanks.

Hey, it's all part of the service, Detective.

Well, you've certainly got your body back into full control.

Come out of hospital swinging, and I want to know why.

Unless you want to be charged with as*ault.

Don't you get it?

CHALMERS: Get what?

If that bastard hadn't been at my birthday party, none of this would've happened.

Caleb Brantlock was at your st?

And everyone knows it.

BETH: Oh, I thought you'd done a runner.

In my haste, I forgot the basics.

She's a little in and out of focus this morning.

She's been asking after you.

Usually someone in Tania's condition would have been moved to a hospice a few days ago, but...

I don't think she wants that.

She's stubborn.

It's going to get worse, and fast.

How long do you think?

Whatever business you have with her, you should wrap it up quickly.

In my line of work, I find it's better to be honest.

Mine too.

TANIA: Gonna miss it here.

The trees, the sound of the wind in the leaves.

In the end, the only thing that matters is whanau.

And I traded mine away.

I made the call.

And?

Are my kids going to be safe from that monster?

We'll know soon...

If not tomorrow, then the day after.

Tomorrow is a long time away.

Tell them to move their asses.

Geez, listen to me.

Anyone would think I was dying.

[ Door closes ]

KRISTIN: Caleb.

- You were at the party?

- No.

So why do people think you were?

I don't know.

How could I have been without setting off my ankle bracelet?

Good question.

That would seem to be a barrier.

On the other hand, people have been known to dupe the system.

- It's not unheard of.

- Well, I didn't!

Did you want to go to the party?

Of course I wanted to go.

KRISTIN: But you couldn't.

Yeah, that's right.

I couldn't.

Because you weren't invited.

How did you feel about that?

About Mrs.

Robinson saying you couldn't come?

I couldn't go, so it didn't matter.

How about Olivia?

How did she take it?

She wasn't happy.

She thought her mother was being unfair, which she was.

You can't do this to me!

You won't do it.

This is so unfair!

Well, I can.

And I did.

And I'm not.

This is so humiliating.

ANNE: You need to grow up, my girl.

- I'm !

- So act like it.

Act like you care about your future.

Future?

Oh, that's rich coming from someone who still lives in the past.

Dating criminals is a dead-end street.

Suck it up.

I guess true love reigns supreme.

Still wanted me to come.

Okay, so let's say you heeded that call and deactivated the bracelet somehow and turned up at the party.

Apart from breaking the terms of your sentence, where's the harm?

I mean, why was everyone so upset?

Surely Olivia was pleased to see you.

How many times do I have to say I didn't go!

People say they saw you.

Why?

Fraser Robinson says you were there.

"Everyone knows it." Why is that, Caleb?

They think there's a photo.

Have you seen it?

No, because it doesn't exist.

Well, do you know who has it?

Who told you about it, then?

You sick animal.

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

- This is all your fault.

- I didn't do anything!

There's photographic proof, you total creep!

- Oh, oh, no, Liv!

That's enough.

- Okay.

I think we should head to the bach.

Let everyone catch their breath.

We are so done.

She'll be okay.

Caleb Brantlock, I'm arresting you for...

- For what?

- as*ault...

on Fraser Robinson will do for now.

Heassaulted me!

Well, that's very subjective.

[ Chuckles ]

This is so unfair.

[ Knock on door ]

Sims.

Someone at front desk for you.

I would like to see my son.

KRISTIN: Once he's been processed, we should be able to get you in for five minutes.

Please, take a seat.

This is quite unacceptable.

If we find Caleb wasat that party, he could well be facing a raft of very serious charges.

Do you remember seeing your son at the party, Ms. Brantlock?

I do not, because I am sure he wasn't ever there.

Well, for now we're following up with the monitoring company.

Until then, he will remain in custody.

How well do you know Glenn Tyson?

Hardly at all.

He does odd jobs for me, nothing more.

Yet you invited him to your goddaughter's st?

It gives me great satisfaction to hire a good-looking man to do all the things my ex-husband used to do and get him to pay for it.

There's no harm in a little tit for tat.

He's mentioned you on more than one occasion.

Glenn, that is, not my ex.

Well, I've been asking a few questions.

I wonder if it's appropriate for a detective to be investigating someone to whom they are in a relationship with.

[ Chuckles ]

I can assure you, we are not in a relationship.

Oh, have you told him that?

I don't need to tell him that.

So do I have the wrong end of the stick?

KRISTIN: Yes.

Hm.

It's interesting how people get the wrong end of the stick sometimes.

I have no doubt the same could be applied to my son.

So any chance of that five minutes now?

Could we?

Talk to me.

Uh, fingerprints on the yard glass are consistent with the evening's festivities.

Aside from Trudy Neilson, whom we know filled it, the other matches are Fraser, Sascha, and Olivia, which, being the st celebrants, makes sense.

Mm-hmm, but?

[ Clears throat ]

Most interestingly...

the other match is to Glenn Tyson.

No way.

You want me to bring him in?

Hell no.

Allow me.

[ Tania imitating engine ]

MIKE: [ Chuckles ]

Just here?

TANIA: Aye.

That's north.

The way back home.

Kua hoki au ki toku ukaipo, kua karanga mai te rerenga wairua.

I'm ready to go.

You found yourself a wahine yet?

[ Laughs ]

I've been busier than I imagined.

So much for retiring and growing grapes, then?

I've found tasting the wine easier than making it.

Ah.

[ Laughs ]

You know you need to take some time for yourself.

You never know when it's all going to end.

Glenn, as mentioned, we have witnesses who report seeing you asleep on their beds at : a.m., yet previously, you told me you left at : .

That's quite a big discrepancy.

Well, : , : , what's the difference?

You still being on the premises potentially connects you to the murders of Anne Robinson and Sascha Montgomery.

Okay, I was drunk.

I passed out.

But once my mistake was made known to me...

Oh, my God!

Ew, get out, you freak.

Get the hell out!

We need some privacy.

Easy, tiger.

[ Snoring ]

- Hey!

- [ Grunts ]

Get the hell out of my room!

Sorry, sorry.

I, um...

I'll head home, eh?

Home time.

Oh!

Do you make a habit of crawling into young women's beds?

No, no.

Come on!

I was drunk, and I saw an empty bed, and I-I crashed out for winks.

You've never done that before?

No.

Have you had any dealings with Sascha Montgomery?

- I don't even know who that is.

- You were sleeping in her bed.

No.

And Anne Robinson?

What about her?

Any dealings, altercations, disagreements?

I honestly didn't know the woman.

Why would your fingerprints be on the yard glass?

Because I helped turn the yard glass for the birthday boy.

CROWD: Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Don't you waste that precious nectar, fella!

That's all for now.

So what, I can..

I can go?

KRISTIN: Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Why did you come back to Brokenwood?

Well, the same reason that, uh...

that most people, um, shift town.

Because I met someone.

Yeah, I'd been through a pretty tough time, as you know.

I mean, after all that business with my, um... my ex-girlfriend, I really felt like I needed a change of scene.

And around the same time, I met a woman.

She was kind to me.

She helped me process everything.

So I decided to join her.

She offered me shelter from the storm, if you like.

And what happened to this woman?

She's standing right in front of me.

W-Well, I...

Sorry, I didn't offer you shelter from the storm.

Not in so many words, sure, but...

Sometimes it's best that we say these things out loud.

Um, okay.

Glenn, we'd appreciate it if you stayed in the district while we work things through.

Yeah.

I mean, I-I just moved here, so...

I don't plan on leaving.

Well?

HUGHES: There's a minimal chance Prisoner A will ever get out.

But there's still a chance?

HUGHES: And if he does, he'll be deported back here.

What about the other g*ng members associated with the case?

Well, three have since gone to prison for subsequent offenses, and another was k*lled in a drive-by sh**ting.

So the chance of retaliation is slight.

Particularly when Tania is gone.

And they'll offer protection to the whanau?

They could.

Could?

Why's it so hard to get a "yes"?

Mike, I have worked the channels as hard and fast as I could.

Yeah, but no promises?

Since when have they been in the business of promises?

Look, you can in good faith tell Tania what she needs to hear.

I'm not going to lie.

You don't have to.

If there comes apparent any risk to the whanau, I will make the call.

I will make sure they're looked after.

That sounds like a promise.

Between you and me?

It is.

Okay.

Thanks, Simon.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

You accused Caleb of being at the party.

Did you see him there?

I saw all I needed to see.

And what does that actually mean, Olivia?

I saw the photo.

KRISTIN: A photo of Caleb at the party?

Do you happen to have it?

No.

I don't know where it is.

But I promise you, I totally saw it.

Caleb made it after all, but...

[ Music playing in distance]

I saw him with your mother.

Oh, my God, did she turn him away?

No.

Well, what, then?

What?

Oh, my God, no way.

Can you tell me what you saw?

It was a photo of Caleb...

kissing my mother.

And you're sure about that?

OLIVIA: Maybe he was really drunk.

I don't know.

I thought he was such a great guy.

But then to go and do that.

Did you confront him about it?

He'd gone.

Took off.

KRISTIN: What about you mother?

She denied it.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Where is he?

Who?

Don't play dumb.

Caleb!

Caleb isn't here.

You're such a liar.

I saw you!

You've had just way too much to drink.

- Anne?

- Mm.

This one's for you.

[ Mid-tempo music playing]

Oh, my favorite.

And then what happened?

I went to my room.

That is so sick!

Maybe your mum was right.

You know, he's a douche.

SASCHA: He'sa douche?

What about her?

Maddy said, "He made it after all."

Does that mean you were expecting him?

She laid down the law with my mum.

I'm not even invited.

End of story.

Gosh, my mother acts like it's herparty, but actually it's mine.

- And mine.

- No, you have to come.

It's going to be the best party ever.

To show her.

Yeah, I'd like to show her.

I'll find a way.

Somehow.

And he did.

Did you do the yard glass?

God, no.

I'm not that crazy.

And...

such a guy thing.

Right.

Because your prints are on the glass and we're following a process of elimination.

I held it for Fraser.

You have to have a turner.

CROWD: Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Okay.

Thanks for your time, Olivia.

Did that creepy guy Clint...

Were his fingerprints on it?

KRISTIN: I can't say.

So you canpromise?

We will do everything we can to make sure your kids are okay.

And they won't have to change their names again?

They won't need to do that.

And they're not going to have to sleep with one eye open?

I don't want them sleeping with one eye open.

I will make sure of it.

Well [Sighs]

you're going to have to call my parents.

- You don't want to?

- TANIA: Yeah, I do.

But given the fact that I disappeared seven years ago with their mokopuna, they're gonna be mad as hell, and that is on you.

Over there, in that vase, is my mum's number.

As long as it hasn't changed.

I hid it there.

Impossible to get to on an impulse.

But this is a case of "break in time of emergency."

This is probably the only time in your lives that you will actually be allowed to smash an ornament on purpose.

Mm-hmm.

Take hold.

One...

TOGETHER: Two, three!

MIKE: I know this is a lot to take in, so my colleague Area Commander Simon Hughes will be knocking on your door shortly to verify what I'm saying.

Uh-huh.

[ Voice breaking ]

Kia ora, Mum.

[ Sniffles ]

Yeah, it's me...

Lana.

I need you.

Oh.

[ Chuckles ]

You won't believe your mokopuna.

They've grown so much.

I don't have much time.

[ Birds chirping ]

MADDY: Yeah, there was a photo.

CHALMERS: And who took it?

I did.

[ Indistinct conversations, up-tempo music playing ]

♪ When he dances, you can't help yourself but stare ♪

[ Camera shutter clicks, whirring ]

♪ He's got the groove ♪ ♪ He's got the groove ♪

So, you showed it to Olivia?

It was awful.

I didn't know what to do.

To tell her or not to?

But I figured she needed to know.

I think I might be peaking.

Whoa.

W-What's the matter?

Liv?

It's Caleb.

SASCHA: He made it?

Is that...

No way.

Tell him it's over.

Yeah.

Tell him.

And then s*ab him in the eye.

- Just saying.

- [ Chuckles ]

What did the photo actually show?

You should see for yourself.

Do you have it?

Uh, I guess it's back at the house.

In Olivia's room.

Okay, thanks.

Uh, how's Caleb doing?

Is he okay?

He's...

in a safe place.

Seems Maddy was telling the truth.

Ring any bells, Caleb?

No.

So you still deny you were at the party?

- CALEB: Yes.

- But that is your jacket?

It's hard to say.

CHALMERS: Nope.

Not that hard, actually.

CALEB: Alright!

Okay, that's my jacket, but I can explain that.

Don't forget about me.

Never.

Wear this.

When we get there, I'll peel it off you.

[ Chuckles ]

I love you so much.

CHALMERS: And how does that explain what exactly?

I gave her my jacket.

So you gave her your jacket, and now you're wearing it.

All that could prove is that you were at the party, you peeled it off her, and then encountered Mrs.

Robinson.

I would never do that.

It's so disgusting.

All I know is that I gave it to Olivia, and now she hates my guts.

KRISTIN: Who would've been most affronted at the idea of Anne Robinson getting it on with Caleb Brantlock?

- CHALMERS: Obviously Olivia.

- KRISTIN: Mm-hmm.

Likewise Fraser, the protective brother and appalled son.

Mm-hmm, and by extension, Sascha Montgomery.

Suzie Brantlock may have found it challenging, if for no other reason that Anne Robinson was trying to prove a point...

that Caleb wasn't suitable for her daughter.

And then there's the husband.

How would Jim Robinson have felt about if he knew?

If I'd known, I would have had something to say about it.

I learned about it the next day when Olivia started going off at Caleb.

So you knew nothing of it at the party?

No, and it's a very disturbing accusation and completely unfounded.

You think it's untrue?

JIM: Oh, come on.

It's obviously pissed kids getting hysterical.

Look, Anne was a flamboyant woman.

She loved to throw a great party and be the center of attention, but she would never have done that.

She thought Caleb was a loser.

KRISTIN: The pattern on the sleeves are matched to numerous other photos of her taken throughout the evening.

Well, that is undeniably Caleb's jacket, but the last person I saw wearing it was Olivia.

She paraded it, trying to provoke Anne.

♪ You're my song, all is right with the world ♪ ♪ You're the one ♪

- Come on, take it off.

- No.

Stop!

♪ No doubt ♪ Hold on.

You are really pushing my buttons tonight, young woman.

- Take it off.

- No.

[ Sighs ]

- Then allow me.

- No, stop!

No.

Oh!

You are unbelievable!

This...

This symbolizes a dead-end street.

You need to grow up and move on.

Any moment he'll be here, and you can't stop him, because you can't stop love.

If I see him, I will call the police.

There is no way you would do that.

Watch me.

♪ You're my song, all is right with the world ♪

- ♪ You're the one ♪

- [ Sighs ]

And how do you know this?

Anne told me when we went to bed.

And I just threw it out the door.

- [ Shoe thuds ]

- Come to bed.

- Just like that.

- [ Shoe thuds ]

Out the door.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

- Come to bed.

- Mm.

That girl of ours is in a silly funk with that silly boy.

Take it outside.

I'm spinning out.

That's the last I saw her.

Perhaps Caleb was waiting outside ready to sneak in.

And Anne inadvertently gave him his jacket back.

If he did, I never saw him.

Perhaps that isn't even Anne.

That this is all some kind of terrible mistake.

[ Voice breaking ]

I don't want this to be how she is remembered.

Oh, my God.

Um...

Excuse me.

I... have to go.

Thanks for your time, Jim.

If there's anything else we need, we'll be in touch.

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

I'm sorry.

That walking out without saying goodbye is very Mike-like.

You okay?

Things are falling into place.

Care to share?

I will, as soon as I know I'm right.

I was told Glenn Tyson was here.

He's outside.

[ Weed trimmer whirring ]

- [ Weed trimmer shuts off ]

- Hey.

After you landed in the garden, before you walked home, did anything else happen?

[ Sighs ]

Why can't you let this go?

Because I need the facts, Glenn, not some wishy-washy version of events.

Well, honestly, it's all a little...

This jacket, you were wearing it the morning after the party.

Okay.

I didn't want you to get the wrong idea, but...

[ Up-tempo music playing]

Hello.

You're Suzie's friend.

Trent.

Clint.

Well, actually, Glenn, so...

Trent, Clint, Glenn, it's all the same to me.

Oh, you're nice.

[ Laughs ]

Dance with me.

Oh, I don't think that's a very good idea.

It's just, it's the ' s.

It's, you know...

It's free love and all that.

Just...

Just feel it with me.

She lunged at me.

I was a good rugby player in my youth, but the old side step's not exactly what it used to be.

You keep telling yourself that, Glenn.

Oh, the jacket.

How did Caleb end up with it?

Oh, next morning, I recognized it, so I dropped it 'round at Suzie's.

And you turning the yard glass?

Did you wishy-wash that, too?

GLENN: No, the birthday boy was doing it, but the...

the girl that was turning it, she was getting a bit wobbly, so I stepped in to make sure it didn't smash on the ground and end in tears.

And that girl was Olivia?

The one with the headband, yeah.

L-Listen.

That thing with Anne Robinson, that's nothing.

It shouldn't affect what we have going here.

There is nothing going on here.

Eh, you keep telling yourself that.

♪ Up again with the sun ♪ ♪ Go and sleep when you're gone ♪

Did you hear a car?

Not yet but soon.

Your mother's plane landed an hour ago.

Hughes picked them up.

They'll be here soon.

My mum's here?

Uh, kids, how about we...

♪ ...you back to everything ♪ ♪ And the conversation hurts ♪ ♪ It's not getting better ♪ ♪ And the truth is we've hurt ♪ ♪ The time we had together ♪ ♪ And there's nothing left to say ♪ ♪ Put it all in a letter ♪

It's not long now.

They'll be here, I promise.

I thought you didn't make promises.

♪ ...they get better ♪

KRISTIN: Okay, fingerprints on the yard.

Trudy filled it, Fraser drank from it, Olivia turned it, and Glenn Tyson stepped in to stop it from smashing.

And the offender made no attempt to wipe their prints.

Otherwise, none of the others would have remained.

Which leaves Sascha Montgomery.

Her prints have no other reason for being there.

- Mm.

- [ Cellphone rings ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Gina.

GINA: Is Mike back yet?

No.

GINA: I have a toxicology update.

Mike will find it very interesting.

Mm, but he's not here, so...

Victim B had an off-the-scale recording of a chemical I never thought possible.

I sent it back for retesting, but it came back the same.

This chemical being?

Myristicin.

The only way to have so much would be to...

Ingest copious amounts of nutmeg.

And why would you?

Thanks, Gina.

Never thought I'd say this, but you've been very helpful!

Fraser.

[ Grunts ]

When you said you were the only one who indulged in the nutmeg, that wasn't entirely true, was it?

Uh... no.

[ Mid-tempo music playing]

- [ Glass thuds ]

- Ahh.

Ooh, this better be worth it.

Yeah, well, that's the plan.

Supposed to be a really good time.

Look, I didn't want that to be her legacy.

"Girl dies after dumb attempt to get high." So if you weren't straight up about that, where were you around : a.m.?

Stuck in the hammock.

Once I got in, I couldn't get out.

It's not like I could sleep.

And later, that's when I saw Caleb.

Hey, Caleb.

You made it.

The nutmeg, that's not what k*lled her?

CHALMERS: Anyone who indulged in nutmeg fell into a full-body coma.

If Sascha was fully nuked on myristicin, that hardly makes her eligible to be swinging around a yard glass impaling people.

She might've wanted to k*ll Anne Robinson.

She might've even seen her target but would hardly be able to move towards it.

The problem with investigating a party is that no one is a reliable witness.

Because they're mostly drunk or high.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Aw, no way.

Can a guy not enjoy a quiet beer in peace?

Think very hard, Glenn, about the moment Fraser Robinson was doing the yard.

What, you mean pouring it all over himself?

You told me you stepped in to rescue the yard from the birthday girl.

Yeah, I did.

CROWD: Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Fraser!

Easy, girl, easy.

Come on.

Don't you waste that precious nectar, fella!

So it was Sascha, not Olivia?

I don't know.

They all looked like flower children to me.

Take your time, Glenn.

This woman...

or this one.

That one.

Definitely.

Totally wasted.

"We look.

We see what we don't want to see, but we don'tlook away." Enjoy your beer.

Okay, one, this walking away is becoming weird.

And, two, "We look.

We see what we don't want to see but we don't look away," is not exactly what I said.

No.

But it's exactly right.

[ Vehicle doors close ]

HUGHES: This is it.

MIKE: Thank you for coming.

- Where's my girl?

- Just this way.

Just through in the lounge.

♪ ...from the sun and the rain ♪ ♪ No, you're spreading pain ♪ ♪ Come to me ♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪ ♪ And when you find me ♪ ♪ Come to me ♪

What did you actually see that night, Maddy?

I saw him.

I-I saw Caleb kissing Mrs. Robinson.

It was so wrong.

I thought it was Olivia.

Free love.

Just feel it with me.

But is that what you actually saw or what you wanted to see?

You've been very concerned about Caleb's well-being, more so than Olivia is, when I think about it.

We are so done.

Hey, she'll be okay.

How's Caleb doing?

Is he okay?

He's... in a safe place.

Would it be fair to say that you like Caleb, too?

I mean, perhaps if he was seen kissing Mrs. Robinson and Olivia found out about it, she might want to break things off with him, right?

[ Scoffs ]

If I was wearing these, I could imagine I was seeing whatever I wanted to see.

It wasn't clear with the glasses.

Mm, but to look at the Polaroid, you couldn't have been wearing these.

Likewise when you turned to check what you saw.

Shh!

KRISTIN: But if you just showed the Polaroid and Olivia thought what she was seeing was true, then she might tell Caleb that it was over, creating an opportunity for you.

I guess.

The problem was, Olivia might do way more than that.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

You lied to us about turning the yard glass for Fraser.

CHALMERS: Can you tell us why?

I didn't want to seem like a bad sister.

I wasn't in the mood for a stupid yard glass.

I stayed in my room most of the night.

Or did you lie to hide the real reason your prints were on there?

I couldn't sleep.

I went outside for some fresh air.

And there she was.

Like nothing had happened.

[ Gasps ]

You're up late.

- How could you?

- What?

- You're such a selfish bitch.

- Oh, go to bed!

Laying down the law, saying he couldn't come.

Well, of course he found a way 'cause he's smart and he loves me but you can't handle that.

So you had to have him.

You are way out of line, my girl.

Do you know how sick that is?

I-I wouldn't have him if you paid me!

There's a photo, for God's sake...

Oh, get real.

...of you sticking your tongue down his throat!

A photo?

Excu...

That wasn't Caleb.

Oh, that was...

No, that was just a little thing.

Don't lie to me!

Don't lie to me!

- It's not what you...

- Don't lie to me!

Don't lie to me!

[ Gasps ]

You've got it so wrong.

[ Gags ]

And then what happened, Olivia?

I thought...

you know, if it was an accident...

I k*lled my mother.

But I didn't k*ll Sascha.

That wasn't me.

Well, actually, it was.

[ Gasping ]

Hey!

[ Breathing heavily ]

No.

- No.

- ♪ Hey, Mum ♪

This can't...

I can't...

♪ I can hear you ♪

...believe this has happened to me.

This can't...

This can't be happening.

[ Sighs ]

Olivia Robinson, you're being charged with the m*rder of Anne Robinson and the manslaughter of Sascha Montgomery.

♪ Who do you think you're saving ♪ ♪ I didn't ask you to play your hand ♪ ♪ Ah-hoo ♪ ♪ Save this life ♪ ♪ Leave me, please ♪ ♪ Bring me back to life ♪ ♪ Ah-hoo ♪

- [ Indistinct talking ]

- Oh, howdy, stranger.

Hey!

Am I late?

No, you haven't missed a stanza.

And Gina is first up.

- Beer?

- Hm.

So, where have you been?

- Tell us everything.

- [ Liquid pouring ]

I had to say goodbye to a friend.

Oh, very enigmatic.

[ Microphone feedback ]

Welcome, everyone, to the Snake and Tiger's first annual Pizza and Poetry night, proudly sponsored by Gourmet Ray's Porky Pigeon Pizzas.

First up, Dr. Gina Kadinsky with "Ode to Russia."

- Whoo-hoo!

- Whoo!

"Russia, Russia, oh, Russia.

My heart feels like Lake Pleshcheyevo.

Very big and full and wide and swollen.

She has a thing for lakes.

Mm.

wait till you hear the one about Lake Baikal.

This is where I leave it.

SAM: Jean, no.

Oh, life's too short for Russian poetry.

I don't want to seem rude, but I'm just stepping out for a while.

I may be some time.

RAY: Dr. Gina Kadinsky, everyone.

[ Applause ]

Thanks, Gina.

That was truly, uh...

geographical.

Right, uh, next up, I believe...

No.

I haven't finished.

I have another one.

Well, I think that one should be...

No, no, no, no, no.

My next poem I would like to dedicate to a man who works very hard.

Detective Mike Shepherd.

It's called "I Am a Russian Cowgirl."

[ Clears throat ]

I am a Russian cowgirl from Vladivostok.

I roam out across the Siberian tundra.

- That's worth a toast.

- To Russian cowgirls.

Russian cowgirls.

And absent friends.

GINA: Across many mountains.

TOGETHER: To absent friends.

GINA: Across many rivers and streams.

Also desert plains and quite nice sunsets.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]