- I had sex with someone. I just felt like I should be honest about it. Maybe that― that couldbe you.
Doug Snapes. - What about him?
- Someone chucked him out of a helicopter.
- I have to go and interview my father's killer.
Your good mate Doug is dead. And do you know why he's dead, Alan?
He's dead because someone is tying up loose ends.
Did your brother ever mention a man named Luke Staunton? - Who?
- Another bloody conspiracy theory? A whole new obsession with your dad's death too?
- Maja, I'm concerned for you.
Maybe you should ask Luke some of the questions I've been asking you.
Doug Snapes was a loose end. I have to make sense of this,
and my every instinct is telling me that you can help me.
Wow. Oh my goodness.
Harry, honestly, it's been a wonderful evening ―
and a lovely idea. Thank you so much.
- Thank you...
for finding the time to share it with me.
Oh, come on, now.
- Well, it's true ― you have been very busy these last weeks.
- She has community responsibilities now.
- My council needs me.
- As the New Chair of the Arts Festival Committee, Harry,
she's in demand.
- It's gonna be huge ― fireworks, lighting installations, concerts...
- Yes. - Yeah, and even more tourists.
- Yes. Good time to be getting out of town, Luke reckons.
- Oh. Surely you're not tired of that lovely apartment I found you already?
- Oh, hardly. No, I'm just trying to entice you away on a holiday.
In Europe.
- Sounds fun. - I have business in France, and I thought you might, uh,
be interested in floating around on the Med for a bit.
Wow. Um―
Holy shit.
- Oh my God. - Christ Almighty.
- Bloody hell.
- Ihaka. Hi.
I brought hot chocolate.
Uh, come in. Come in. - Thank you.
I, uh― I hope I wasn't interrupting anything.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Um,
just boring old work stuff.
- I see.
There's something I― - I wasn't sure― Oh.
You go, please.
- Um,
I wasn't sure where you were at.
It's been a while. - Yeah, I kind of got...
a bit wounded,
to be honest. I'm not proud of it.
- Oh, it's OK. - Yeah.
And I'm sorry for...
I'm sorry for my absence.
I guess I wasn't really sure how to respond.
- I think your absence kind of was the response, wasn't it?
- Yeah. Yeah. - That's true.
So what changed your mind?
some rigorous self-examination.
And missing my friend.
- I missed you too.
- Hot chocolate? - Yeah. Yes, please.
See? Good run. Great way to start the day.
Yeah. Yoga's... usually my thing.
- Well, yeah, but it's not exactly aerobic, though, is it?
- It can be.
- We'll make the run a regular thing, though?
- Yeah. Yeah, sure.
So, um― So, where's Sam again?
- Oh, he's fishing for a couple of days
and then hunting for a couple of days.
Then he'll probably arrive and want to party for a couple of days.
You know Sam.
I indulge him.
That's what we do, isn't it, Maja? Indulge them.
Took your time.
- Well, you didn't say first thing.
Do you wanna take the lead on this one, Detective?
- Well, I am Homicide, so... - yeah.
Jean Pierre Lumiere.
- He's French. - Really
Wow.
- What else? Uh, he's a pyrotechnics maestro. Was.
Displays in Paris, Berlin, Venice.
This was his first in Queenstown ― and his last.
His right-hand man, Jim Matheson, is a Kiwi,
and then there's a couple from Australia,
Kylie and Robbie Shorrock.
- Wasn't there something with Lumiere or one of his crew recently,
about a week ago? It was a uniform matter.
I'll check with Hoana.
When does the explosives expert arrive?
- Sergeant Gracewell. I spoke to Wellington;
they reckoned late morning.
They weren't too sure how they can help, though.
They're usually dealing with unexploded ordnance.
- They'll know more than we do. - Yeah.
Sharon's trying to locate 'Fingers' Hannelly too.
- 'Fingers'? - Uh,
AKA Frank.
He's another pyrotechnician.
He's had the contract for the New Year's fireworks
the last couple of years. - But not the Arts Festival ―
wonder why.
- It's more techno. Light shows too. Not just fireworks.
Here ― check out the promo.
Hello, Queenstown!
It's time for a feast of fire.
Jean Pierre Lumiere and Associates brings to you,
from Europe and the world,
the best, the brightest, the extraordinaire fireworks,
along with lasers, interactive lighting.
Lumiere ― sons et lumieres.
We come to you.
Now you come to us.
- Well, I can't see Fingers matching that.
- No.
What― What is the 'Fingers' about?
- Well, he's a bit of a loose cannon, and...
well, it's a pretty dangerous job, eh?
- We should get Fingers' take on Lumiere getting the contract.
- Still can't find him. He's not at the address we got from his rego.
- And, hey, you guys were right about the earlier incident ―
10 days ago, a mugging.
Two of Lumiere's pyrotechnics crew came in to report it.
Yeah, we took a statement from a Kylie Shorrock.
She and her husband, Robbie, worked for the, uh, Maestro
Jean Pierre Lumiere! - OK, enough...
with the accent, Jarrod.
- You sound like The Count from Sesame Street.
'Vun mugging! Two muggings! Ahaha!'
What? Uh, Ken and I, we had young kids once, you know?
- Right. So, what did happen to Kylie?
- Yes, three of them.
And they just came out of nowhere.
- And this was at what time? - Um...
- Oh, uh, just after 11... - 11.
- ...uh, last night. We went out for a few drinks.
I come out, go to get the truck― - Oh, and I was waiting in the lane
around the corner ― which was dumb, I suppose, cos it was dark there ―
and they grabbed my bag, but I wasn't gonna let that go. No way.
- Mm. Pocket rocket, this one.
Eh, babe? - I don't back down, no.
So I had a bit of a go at them.
- Look, I want these buggers caught. - Hey.
Robbie made me come down here. - Well, of course I did.
I mean, look at her.
- No, it's good that you came in.
We'll need to take photos of your injuries.
Is that all right? - Yeah.
Areyouall right?
- Yeah.
- Good clear shots. - Nga mihi, Detective.
- She gave great descriptions of her assailants ― just kids ―
but we haven't been able to find them so far.
- Do the Shorrocks know about the explosion?
- Yeah. And the other guy on the crew, Jim Matheson.
- Do we know where he is?
- Same place he was this morning, I imagine.
- Food poisoning. They decided to keep him in for a couple of days to rehydrate him.
He'll probably be allowed out after afternoon rounds.
- They have been unbelievably unlucky, this pyro crew.
- Yeah,unbelievably.
Hey, uh, so, Shelby, how's it going with Jarrod? - He driving you nuts yet?
- Um― Oh, you know, in a― in a nice way. He's... sweet.
- He's very sweet. - Thanks.
Um,... anyway, it's just in here, to the right.
- OK, great. Hey, uh, question ―
night shift, what time do you do obs? - Oh, depends on the patient.
I mean, if they're not flagged red or orange, it's usually a 12-hour interval ―
so around 7pm or 8pm, and then again in the morning.
- OK, great. Thanks, Shelby. - No worries.
- Fuck's sake.
- Mr Matheson? I hope you're feeling better.
- Detectives Delaney and Mallory, Queenstown Police.
We need to ask you a few questions― - Don't ask me any questions, mate. Ask him.
He killed my mate, and he tried to kill me as well, all right? And now he's telling me not totalk to...
Hey!
- Sorry.
Hey! Mr Hannelly! Frank Hannelly!
Stop! Oh...
Son of a bitch.
- He poisoned me. I was in the pub, having a meal,
and he came in and started asking me about my job.
And, you know, you can't stop me talking about pyrotechnics.
But... anyway, I went for a leak, I came back,
and the same night ― food poisoning.
He's gone. He's gone. He's gone.
- Why would he want to poison you?
- I found out he usually does the displays here.
And we're talking big bucks, all right?
So... lose the competition.
And now my best friend
is gone.
Why would Mr Lumiere...
be out on that barge at night?
- Who knows? It'd be too dark to work.
We'd already set up and sealed two mortar racks and cakes.
He wouldn't set up another one in the dark. JP wouldn't do that.
No way.
- Jean Pierre.
- Can I see him?
- I don't think that's a good idea.
- All pretty much gone. Charred.
Part of the right arm is missing, just above the ulnohumeral joint.
- Also known as elbow. - You know,
there would be a lot more he could tell us if he ended up in the water.
- Right. So you think the explosion killed him?
I mean, we've had it before ― one thing to conceal another.
Like Rafael de Costa, gone over the cliff in that car.
- You remember all their names? - Oh, every one.
- So, um, definitely the explosion, then?
- Yes. Yes. Um, concealment doesn't apply this time.
Given the range and extent of structural damage,
I'm sure that he was standing facing the source of the explosion.
- OK. So could still be an accident.
But, you know, his colleagues did say
he was a stickler for safety, so... - Yeah.
- You're treating it as suspicious? - Yeah. Obviously.
- Well, um, we have interviews and an explosives expert arriving,
so we'd better get back. - Great. OK.
We will have a full written report to you by, uh...
tomorrow morning, Anjali? - Great. Thanks.
Maybe see you soon? - Yeah. Yeah, great.
Detective.
You made up with her, then?
- Sorry, what? - What do you mean?
- Oh, come on, Doc.
You've been miserable for weeks, and now suddenly
here's Detective Mallory, and... - What? No, that's― that's rubbish.
You've― You've been watching too many, uh, romcoms.
Let's just, um...
Scalpel.
Thank you.
- Hey, so, um,
you and Ihaka ― is that a...? You guys just mates, or...?
- Hey, can you give me a minute, Simon? Maybe start a search on Lumiere's calls from last night.
Uh, the whole time he's been here, actually.
- Yeah. Yeah, sure. Sure thing. I'll... I'll sort it.
- Ben.
How can I help you? - You can't.
I've got a message for you.
My brother wants to talk to you. - About?
- He said you'd know the number off by heart,
what with all the calls you've been making to him in prison.
- Well, he's always turned down all of my calls.
- Yeah. He said.
- So, what, he's changed his mind? - Find out.
Just the messenger.
- Souter, East Wing extension.
Mallory?
- Alan.
I've been worried about your welfare
since all those care packages stopped coming in.
How's it going?
- You know fuckin' well how it's been going.
You gotta stop calling me.
- You asked me to call you, according to your brother.
- I mean all the time. They log every call.
So― - So start talking to me, then.
- I'll talk to you, OK?
One on one.
But you gotta relocate me first.
I― I'm not sure I can do that, Alan.
I can maybe get you into isolation.
- No, I want out of here right now. Sort it out with my lawyer.
That's the deal.
No move, no talk.
- Look, Alan,
if you are worried―
Hello?
- OK. Well, you're staying with us...
Well, your dad would be expecting you to stay with us, darling.
Boss―
- Sorry. - Um... all right.
Well, you be sure to get in touch once you're settled.
Right, darling, I gotta go.
That was my niece visiting from Europe.
Yep? - Alan Souter
is finally ready to talk, but he is demanding to be relocated first.
- Do you know how many hoops I have to jump through
- to swing a transfer, Anais? - No, I don't, but...
listen, Souter can tell me who ordered my dad's death.
Maybe my sister's too.
You told me to stick at this, and I'm getting close, but he's scared.
We gotta move on this.
- OK.
I'll talk to Head of Corrections.
But, Anais,
I-I can't promise you anything, OK?
- Sorry, but I got the Shorrocks teed up down at the festival site
for a bit of a korero.
And your explosives specialist is here.
- Thank you.
You let me know, yeah? - Yeah.
- Hoana, I need CCTV of Jim Matheson and Fingers at this pub
two days ago, around lunchtime. I'll send you a drop pin.
- Sure. - OK. Thanks.
- Chasing down Lumiere's phone calls.
- Yep, great.
Um, bomb disposal's here.
Can you take it? I need to go talk to the Shorrocks.
- Sure, yeah. No problem. - Great.
- Detective... Mallory? - Delaney.
Yeah― Mallory's my partner.
My detective partner.
- This is Sergeant Gracewell. Gemma.
- Simon.
Thanks for your help. - Oh, no problem.
Not sure how helpful I'll be able to be, but we can try.
- Yeah. Well, uh, let's get down to that barge and find out, shall we?
- See ya. Nice chatting.
Amene.
- Slow down, cowboy. You're supposed to be taken.
And we got some footage to track down. Come on.
- Yup. All right.
Pfft!
- Mr and Mrs Shorrock.
I'm, uh, Detective Mallory.
I'm sorry about what happened. You must be devastated.
- If you mean why we are we still here, business as usual,
when our boss is dead, you can bugger off.
- Look, the fireworks might be stuffed,
but we're still gonna give this place the best light show ever.
- 'K'n oath. - Hey, I still have some questions
I need to ask you. - We've got no idea what happened.
- We were in bed at the hotel when she blew.
Biggest bang of his life.
JP's, that is.
We missed it.
- And, um, when was the last time you saw Lumiere?
- What, me? Uh, yesterday afternoon. On the barge.
Full cakes. Magic! Yeah.
No, Jim is in the hospital, out of action, so Robbie stepped up.
- And you? - Well, I was stuck here, working.
Didn't even speak to JP yesterday. - Right.
Do either of you know a 'Fingers' Hannelly?
He's a fellow pyro.
- Nope, never heard of― - Pyro? He's a fuckin' menace.
His health and safety is crap.
- And what about Lumiere's health and safety?
- Five-star.
JP Lumiere is a bloody genius. - Yeah.
- Then how did it blow up?
- Well, you're the cop. That's your job.
Now, if it's OK with you, I've got a light show to put together.
- I got it.
- So, um, why don't you want your husband to know
that you know Fingers?
- Never met the guy.
Look, JP told us to have nothing to do with him,
and he rocked up a couple of times and Robbie told him to piss off.
- What was it like working for Lumiere?
- Jesus.
Can't believe he's dead, eh.
Like, he was just really careful, you know?
- Kylie! Where's that bloody box?!
'Scuse me.
Sorry.
Don't have to yell. I'm right here! - Yeah, yeah.
- See? Match wiring.
- Well, looks like spaghetti to me. - Yeah. Carbonara.
Yeah.
So how does this all work?
- Uh, the lift charge sends a shell into the air;
a timed fuse sets off a burst charge that activates the pretty stuff.
- But... the whole lot went off? - Yeah.
A lift charge needs a hole to launch the firework.
The smaller the hole, the higher it goes.
But if that hole was blocked...
- Boom? - Yeah.
Everything nearby probably goes up as well.
But what triggers the explosion?
- Electric matches spark the quick match...
- ...leading into the lift charges of the shells.
They're electronically fired from a console,
so it's pretty hard to do by accident.
- Could they have been remotely activated?
- Potentially.
- Yeah, cou―? I was just about to ask that, actually.
And― So potentially? Cool.
But there'd be physical evidence if that happened, though, right?
- Yeah. A receiver of some sort.
It's a shambles out there. We couldn't even find the console.
It'll take hours to go through it all,
so I took some samples to test in the meantime.
I'm a walking chemistry lab.
I'll analyse the residue, see if there's anything out of whack.
Soon as I'm done, I'll sift through the debris.
- OK. Well, you'll need to stay over.
Should I organise some accommodation, Anais?
- OK. Yeah.
Thank you, Sergeant―
Oh. Sorry.
Mallory.
What?
OK, I'll be right there.
Um, can you follow up on the call logs?
And I want to know as soon as we've got our hands on Fingers.
- Gotcha.
Let's, uh, find you a nice hotel. - Sounds good.
- Hi. Anais Mallory.
- Hi. Well, not quite the welcome to Queenstown I was expecting.
I came out for a walk, and, um― - Sorry, do I know you?
- Um― Oh, I'm not su― Did you say Mallory?
- Yeah. Anais Mallory.
- Oh. God, I must be in shock. Um, of course we know each other.
A long way back, though ― at school here.
Yeah. I'm Lena Chu. - Yes.
- Your boss is my aunt. I'm an old friend of Maja's.
- Right. Yeah. I-I knew I recognised you.
Well, I'm sorry to reconnect like this.
- Yeah, tell me about it. Thought I was gonna be sick.
- Why don't you take a seat? And I'll go and take a look.
- More than happy to.
- Wow. It's definitely Lumiere's.
The remains of the elbow joint, the size, peppering from the blast,
and there's bits of metal embedded.
Yep.
And what are the other marks?
Maybe the water was cold,
so there's no maceration yet.
They're names.
- Tattoos. Quite a few of them.
- Names? - Yeah.
- Would you like me to make a list?
- Yeah. Yeah, that's a...
great idea, Anjali. Thank you.
Sorry. Better take this. - OK.
All right. Let's, uh...
Let's start from the top.
- Jarrod?
- Have I got a personal ringtone? - Just caller ID.
Well, um, just letting you know that we had a bump in the road
with the CCTV footage, but we're back on track.
- OK. Thanks.
I'll, um, be there after I've spoken to the Shorrocks again.
- Oh... Well, nah, they're― they're here. Having a beer.
- Oh. OK.
Well, thanks for telling me. I was gonna go to the lake.
- Oh, well, saved you the trip. - Yeah.
- Um, I'll tell them to drink slow, eh?
- All right. Bye.
- No― Oi!
Oi.
Oi, open the door!
Oi! Sir, I'm instructing you to― - Nah!
- Wh―? No, no― - See ya!
Shit.
...but my foot was stuck,
and I couldn't get the cable. - You can't― Well, how could you?
- I know. - Oh, shit, here we go.
- Gidday. - Caught the buggers, have ya?
- No. Not yet. Which is surprising, given the excellent descriptions you gave us.
- Oh, thank you. - Yeah. No, they're very impressive ―
especially considering it was dark
and they came out of nowhere.
- Well, I'm good with details. - Yeah. You gotta be in our game.
Anais? Uh, Detective?
Something you'll wanna see.
Hey.
- Hey. Sorry, it keeps glitching, but if I can get it to...
here. - There it is ― the Matheson dude with Hannelly Houdini.
- Is there a point where Fingers is at the table alone? - Only after Matheson leaves.
But I could've missed it ― I mean, the recording isrubbish.
But there is one other thing.
There.
Kylie.
- Robbie's really got the shits about you hauling me in here.
- Too bad.
We've got Jim Matheson accusing Hannelly of poisoning him
and then threatening him so he'd keep his mouth shut.
- Yeah, and then we've got you at the pub having a drink with Hannelly
but deliberately withholding that information.
- So?
Yeah, I met him.
More than once, if you must bloody know. So what?
Well, Fingers was just teaching me stuff, like JP.
Look, he's a nice guy.
He's, you know, a bit grouchy,
but he― yeah, no, he was cluing me in on tons of stuff, right?
Cos I don't wanna be doing, you know, just lighting shows forever.
I wanna do pyros, cos pyros is the biggest fucking buzz ever.
- Beats arson, huh?
We, uh,
checked your record over in Oz.
- Yeah?
Juvie.
I was a kid.
Fuck, one little fuckin' fire.
- Did Jean Pierre Lumiere ever spend one-on-one time with you too?
Teaching you?
- Yes.
He was a good teacher.
So is Fingers. - Tell me about Fingers.
People say he's a bit of a cowboy. - No, he's just... he's easy-going.
Like, he makes out like he's this wild man,
but, hey, he's only lost two fingers, right? So...
can't be that careless, can he?
- Do you know where he lives? - No.
- And, uh, how did he feel about Lumiere?
- I don't know. Bit pissed off, I guess.
I don't reckon he did anything to him.
No, no, no, no. He just― Oh, fuck.
He just asked me to point Jim out to him
so he could talk to him. That's all.
- Did you see him putting anything in Jim's food?
- No.
- Did he mention anything about the contract for the Arts Festival?
- A couple of things. About it not being fair.
But that's just cos he's right into it, you know?
- Like you and your husband? - Yes.
Look, we all bloody love pyros.
It is a fucking vacation.
Pretty sure she meant 'vocation'.
They're just as passionate as each other.
- And they all have the skills to eliminate the top dog
and climb up the ladder. - Yep.
- Motives for murder in every direction, and opportunities.
- Even Matheson could have snuck out of his hospital bed.
And there's always the possibility of radio detonation.
- So too many possibilities. - Yep.
So, um, Boss,
any movement on...? - No, Anais. Not yet.
I put in a request for one-on-one with Head of Corrections.
I can't exactly offer them full disclosure on the reason
for Souter's move, can I?
- Well, maybe just tell them that someone is gonna kill him
if they don't pull finger.
- Thank you.
Hey.
- Hey. Oh. - Knew you'd still be here.
- Sorry, I'm not done with the report just yet.
- Oh, no, no, that's all right. I, um... I've got some photos.
I wondered if you'd take a look. An assault case.
Just doesn't feel right.
- Yeah. Yeah, of course. - Thank you.
Not now. I can, um, pick them up tomorrow.
- OK.
No worries. - Thank you.
See you tomorrow. - All right.
Hey, Anais?
Um,
earlier today, I think Anjali, she was kinda...
I think she might have picked up on a...
a vibe or something.
After last night.
- Vibe?
- I hope I'm not imagining it.
There is a vibe, right? - There's a...
There's a vibe. Yes.
- I remember you saying, um, a few weeks ago that you would be...
um,
that you couldn't do emotional strings, right?
- Yeah.
- I think Ineedemotional strings,
or it...
it's just a bit, uh...
pointless.
- OK. - Sorry. I'm just being honest.
- No, no, no. Thank you for being honest.
OK.
- Yeah. - So, um,
what do we do about the vibe?
- I don't know. There's not much we can do, right?
- Yeah. - OK.
- I'll get those photos to― - Gotta get back to― Do, yeah, yeah.
Great. - Yeah.
- Great. - Hi, Anjali.
- Hi, Anais. - All right. Don't you, uh―
Don't work too late. - OK. No, won't.
- Great.
- You OK? - Yeah. Yeah, good.
- Why don't you wanna talk about it? - I just― No, this is so cute.
Look at this jawline. From here... - No.
- ...over to here, and... - Why...?
- What? - Why don't you wanna talk about it?
- Talk about what? I mean, it's fine. You look great. Look at this.
It's just― I love this― - You're just trying to distract me.
- From what ― the view?
God, you are such a pretty boy.
- It's not the first time I've been told that.
- I'm just interested.
I would've thought you'd want me to be interested in your business,
that's all. - I do.
But, like, interested in the fun stuff ―
the menus, the staff, the kitchen dramas.
The business side's just business. It's boring.
Here ― have some more champagne.
Cheers.
See?
Boring work.
Pretty Boy speaking.
I love you.
Explain to me again what happened.
- Lynne...
we've been over this.
- How did it happen?
- Really? - I wanna hear you say it.
There was a meth lab in one of the rental properties.
Dad found out about it.
He went over to confront them.
- He's here. - What the hell is this place?
I thought we were meeting at the house.
- Hey, let's have a little chat. - I don't want to chat.
I want a reasonable response to my request.
- There was a fight.
- Yeah, all right, all right, cut it out! Please stop this!
- He fell.
- And where the fuck were you?
- Oh, Lynne... - What?
- Hey, come on, Lynne. She was with me. It's not her fault.
- Where were all your fancy fuckin' cop mates?
- Lynne― - They're meant to― to keep us safe,
yeah? They're meant to protect us. - They caught him, Lynne.
They caught the guy. - I don't care!
Our dad is dead.
- Lynne... - Make it better,
Anais. Make it better. - Sweetheart, please.
- Lynne, I...
- Mum. - Hi, darling.
Can we talk? - Yeah, yeah.
- Sweetheart, I need to apologise for shutting you out the last few weeks.
I didn't want to. It's just― - Oh, Mum―
- No, no, let me finish.
These questions you've been asking me...
I need you to know something.
Your father wasn't always the man that you think he was.
Darling, there's a reason I don't come here.
He used this place. He...
He stayed here with his...
Oh, Mum.
- It's all right. I've dealt with it.
- Fuck.
I didn't know.
Neither did I. In the beginning.
And I didn't wanna tell you because...
- Is...
Is that what the payments were?
- What payments?
- The― Here. I accessed his bank records.
There was money going out ― $7000 a month ―
but there was even more money coming in.
- Well, of course, darling. We had a business to run.
- No, no, no. It's nothing to do with the business.
Look ― $10,000 a month,
every month, on these dates. - Don't do this.
- Do you know who PB is? - No. No― No, darling.
I have no idea. Please...
Nothing good will come from this.
You can't make it better, all right?
I'm sorry.
I have to go. I've got a meeting.
Darling, everything I've ever done
was only to protect you.
- Morning, Alan. - Fuck!
- Wait, what...? Wait, you're― you're...
- What, dead?
Nah. Nah. That's my brother.
- Fuckin' hell.
Len Snapes.
Almost shat myself, man.
What are you doing here?
That Invercargill operation get busted?
- Nah.
But they're gonna have to do without the country's second-best cook now.
Doug was the best, eh.
Then me.
- What are you in for? - Murder.
Yeah, I killed that Russian prick.
Chucked Doug out of a helicopter.
It's a set-up, eh.
- Mate...
- Oh, by the way, I've got something for you.
Didn't think you'd like it.
- I need to talk to your boss.
This police visit from Queenstown CI Delaney and... Mallory.
What the hell's all that about? - I dunno.
- Simon? - You on your way in?
- Yeah, I'm leaving now. - Great.
Meet you at the City Council, though. We've got a situation.
- OK.
- I told you to sit down!
- Look, and I told you that you either let me go
or you arrest me, if you wanna take me in.
- No one wants to arrest you. You're only required for an interview.
- Well, he does. - No. I tried to talk to you.
But if you keep this up, we will arrest you, so sit down.
- You'd best do what he says, Mr Hannelly.
- Oh, here we go. Bloody suits now.
- Who called this in? - I did.
- Oh. Hello, Mum.
- Hi, darling.
I'm Chair of the Festival Committee.
This...gentlemancame in here yelling about contracts,
and he threatened my team members.
And I told him we didn't assign the contract; it was a council decision.
- Yeah, and it was a bloody shonky one. I should've had first option.
It is bullshit, and you know it― - Sit down!
Mr Hannelly, we need to question you
with regard to the death of Jean Pierre Lumiere.
- What?
What, the bugger's dead?
- Yeah. Two nights ago. You could hardly miss it.
- Well, you could if you're a little bit pissed. And asleep.
Ooh. Dead, eh?
Well, you'll be needing to find a replacement, then, soon, won't ya?
Oh, unbelievable.
We'll let him have a bit more of his tea.
Get more out of him this way.
'You'll be needing a replacement soon.'
- What is he on? - I know.
Hey, how's Sergeant Gracewell going?
yeah, it's taking her a little longer than she thought, so...
I guess I'll have to continue to liaise with her and...
Yeah, I bet you will.
You stud.
So, um...
how's your other thing shaping up?
- Good.
- Well, I'm here.
- So is Fingers.
Didn't do a runner.
Oh, how many times?
I had nothing to do with that bloody explosion.
- Why do you keep running away, then?
- Well, I didn't know you were a cop.
- You knew Jarrod was. - Oh, yeah.
Well, I've got some speeding fines, OK? I'll take care of them. But...
But I didn't bloody kill anybody. And if I did,
I'd probably be someone from the council, that's who.
- Not your rival? - Colleague.
Pyro's a fraternity, mate.
- OK, so if your issue's with the council,
- why did you poison Jim Matheson? - I didn't poison Jim.
You know what? The schnitzel at that pub ― that should be
your prime suspect there, mate.
- Anais?
My office.
- Can you get Mr Hannelly's details, please, Simon?
You are to make yourself available to us.
If we need to talk further and I can't locate you,
I will hunt you down myself. Are we clear?
- Crystal.
- Thank you.
- Little firecracker, that one, isn't she? Gosh.
- What's up?
- We didn't get the clearance in time, Anais. Souter's dead.
Fuck.
We tried to get him protection.
You needed to keep the pressure on. You did what you had to do.
Oh, I feel sick. Oh...
- Now I need you to focus on your job here.
All right?
Yep.
K.
Anais?
- Ah, yes. Guys, the, um, Shorrock assault.
- We checked the street cam for her attackers,
but we also checked a couple blocks around the pub as well.
- Did you want the file to look at again?
- Uh, the, the― that is at Doc Cooper's.
- Right. OK. We can boogie on over there.
We'll― We'll just drive. - Uh, thank you.
- Great. I'll just get rid of this.
- Hey,
are you OK?
Yeah.
- Look, I heard about Souter.
I reckon take that.
But if you ever need to talk,
any time...
Whenever.
- Hey. How's it going? - Hey, Hoana.
- Good. Uh, she's got some pretty interesting results.
- Residue. The lift charge was a standard black powder mix,
but it was made up of much finer grains than usual.
- Yeah, which means a faster,
more volatile explosion.
- You know, one that never even left the mortar.
So it was like... because there was no... hole to let the energy out?
- Well done.
- Right, but this doesn't confirm it was deliberate, does it?
- No. It could have been a failure in the mixture or the casing itself.
- Yeah, so I guess we prove it was deliberate
by answering two questions ―
what sent Lumiere out there at night,
and, uh, what was the method of ignition?
- Yes, exactly.
Your search of the debris might turn up something SOCOs just wouldn't recognise.
- Which is why I'm heading back out there, Detective. - Perfect.
You go with her, Simon. And I think we keep pushing Lumiere's call logs.
Might show up the why he was there. - Yeah.
Um, can you hassle his French service provider?
- Oui, oui. - Detective.
You have a visitor.
- Detective Mallory? Vernon Kincaid, Invercargill Homicide.
I'd like a word.
You visited Alan Souter in jail some time ago. Why?
- I believed he might have further information about my father's death.
- He was serving time for your father's death. That was thoroughly canvassed in the trial.
- I think there's more to it.
- Is that why you've been calling him twice a week for the last month?
- To get him to tell me what he knows, yes.
- Persistent. - Him or me?
I am. Yes.
Do you know who killed Souter?
- The information he was withholding about your father's death ―
what was it?
- I can't tell you that.
- I'm investigating a homicide.
- And it's not yet appropriate for me to share any suspicions I might have.
- Well, some of us are more inclined to be sharing and caring.
It's a photocopy, but if it helps you make sense of your suspicions,
then maybe you'd be disposed to sharing them with us.
For our inquiry.
You have a good day.
Oh my God.
Who the fuck is that?
Doctor? Visitor.
- Morena, doctor.
- Hey. Morena. - Detective Mallory's a bit busy,
so she sent me to follow up on the Shorrock file.
- Right. Right, right.
Um, yeah, I've been taking a look at it.
- Well, they said she was assaulted around 11.30 at night,
but Anais thinks that's a bit dodgy.
You know, why wait till 7 the next night to report it?
- Yeah. Which is when these photos were taken, right?
Exactly.
So if you have any ideas... - Yeah.
Yep, I think Anais is right ― it is fishy.
You see there?
The bruising ― it hasn't properly diffused,
so I would say that she was struck
just a couple of hours before these photos were taken,
not 20.
And you see this here?
It's probably a ring. Left-handed, single blow.
If that helps, Sergeant. - I'm sure it will.
Was Lumiere wearing a ring on his left hand?
- No sign of one, no.
- All right, Doc. Thanks very much. - Yeah, no worries. Happy to help.
Hey, um...
Lumiere's autopsy report.
- Nice. Anything interesting? - Yeah. As expected,
the arm is very interesting.
And you see here? The names tattooed, both men's and women's,
and this one here is recently scabbed ―
'Billy'.
- Look― Look― Look, I... Look, this is an urgent police matter.
I need that phone call history.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry I don't speak French.
What?
No, we didn't get a French option at school. We got Maori. Yeah.
Oh... Oh, look, I gotta go,
but I'll get back to you. See you.
I mean ciao.
- Detective. - Hey, Jarrod,
uh, I just heard from Hoana.
I need you to put together a list of tattoo parlours in the area, please.
- Tattoo parlours. Right. OK. On it.
Cheers. - No, no, no― Hold up, speedy.
I need you to visit them and see if Lumiere
or anyone else from the pyro crew got a tattoo done recently.
- OK. Yep. Sweet.
- Specifically one that says 'Billy'. - Billy. Tattoo parlours. Gotcha.
- We should have uniforms doing this.
- Down and dirty ― that's how we find what we're looking for.
More spaghetti.
Speaking of which, um...
you know, the boss told me to look after you while you're here,
so I was thinking maybe, uh,
I'd organise a― a dinner
for us tonight, maybe?
You know, there's some really great Italian places around here.
Could some real pasta, maybe.
- That's really thoughtful of you, thanks.
But, um, I'm actually meeting a friend.
- Oh, cool. Cool, that's cool. Great. Yeah. Yeah.
I mean, you know, obviously,
- you don't need looking after. - No.
- I don't even know why she said that. It was dumb.
- Hey, maybe next time something blows up, eh?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
'How to make a bomb ― fast.'
So...
- ...where the hell's that console?
You know, it should be over in that corner somewhere, but it's...
it's gone.
- Yeah? What does it look like?
- Well, it should be some sort of box ― not too big,
with lots of buttons and, uh, sliders.
Like a console.
Like... this?
Oh my God.
- Yes!
Wow.
You beauty.
- Yes, Gavin, but we can hardly offer it to him
if he's under suspicion of murder, can we?
Well, the Shorrocks aren't certified.
Yes, OK. I'll see what I can find out.
Bye.
Anais. - Hi, Mum.
Uh, it's not an official visit.
Have you... got a minute?
- Um... yeah. Sure.
- I wanted to tell you something before you heard it on the news.
It's about Alan Souter.
He's dead.
what happened?
- He was stabbed earlier this morning.
Invercargill police are on it.
Are you OK?
- Um...
Well, I-I don't know how I feel. Yeah.
Neither do I.
It feels like the end of something.
Anything's allowed, I guess.
Well... relief, maybe.
- I've been questioned because I was on Souter's back
trying to get information out of him.
I've finally got that information,
and listen, Mum, you need to be careful.
- What do you mean? - No, no, no, no, no.
It's our gig! All right? It's our―
We were given the contract!
- Hey. Hey― - FINGERS: Well, it's mine,
and I'm taking it back! - Nah. Nah, nah, nah, mate.
It's ours, all right? It's ours! - Hey! Hey, you stop it!
- Hey! We were given the contract! - All right, everybody, cut it out!
- Hey, guys, calm it down!
- Don't touch me! - Get out of it!
- Don't you fuckin' touch me! - Hey!
Oh my God.
Everyone stay where you are.
I think he's hit his head.
- OK. I'll call an ambulance.
- Doing it now.
Fuck.
- Hey, can you tell him― - Yeah, yeah, nice one, Jimbo
Good one FINGERS: This is bullshit.
This is bullshit. I've got nothin' to do with this.
Yeah, nice one, dickhead. Nice one. - Fuck you.
- You proud of yourself? - Pipe down, Fingers.
- Oi, why don't you sh―? - No, no, no, no―
Hey, just cool it, please!
Get the fuck out!
- See you back at the station. Good luck.
Impressive whistle.
- Harry Grayson. - Anais Mallory.
- I know. Your mother speaks very highly of you.
Really? Or are you just being nice?
All parents worry about their children ―
even when they're highly capable detectives, as I hear you are.
Well, I'd better go check on Veronica, but...
nice to properly meet you at last.
- Bit of a shit fight.
It's a good thing we showed up when we did.
- Yeah, actually, why did you show up?
- Jesus. You just don't let up, do you?
- Alan Souter's dead ― stabbed.
- Ah. Shit. When? - Does Veronica know? - Yep.
Looks like someone was trying to shut him up.
Doesn't matter, though. Whoever got to him was too late.
Hi, Ben.
Is your mum home?
- She's gone to the prison.
- I heard about Alan. I'm really sorry.
- Just go away.
He's dead because of you.
Hey, that... that is not true.
- OK? This happened because
he wouldn't talk to me.
- I am here because I am trying to make sense of it
and I am trying to make sure that no one else gets hurt.
- He was scared.
He said someone might try to kill him.
- I know. And listen,
I think he found a way to tell me who was behind this,
and I think it is the same person who killed people I love too.
It's all in here.
Listen,
what do you know about fireworks? About how they work?
- What?
- It is all about a chain reaction. OK? You start it;
the pressure builds really, really fast;
it blows a shell into the air and it explodes. Destroys itself.
You can help me with that chain reaction.
You can help me find the person who had your brother killed.
I have lit the fuse.
Now we just have to make sure it goes boom.
Hey.
- I've been calling you. Our brawlers are on ice.
- Yeah. I, um...
had to do something. - OK.
Well, the guy who got injured's in surgery ― uh, Callum ― brain bleed.
I'm in touch with the hospital, and they'll keep us informed.
Oh. OK.
- Hoana filled me in. Looks like we've got some interviews to do.
- Yeah.
- A couple of things first. - Ooh.
- The firing console ― Detective Delaney found it.
- Wow. Well done, Simon.
What am I looking at?
- The circuits are all numbered for different mortars.
All pretty mangled, burnt.
But... see this wire?
It's been cut ―
both ends neatly trimmed to expose the core.
- Which means...?
- There was something inserted into the circuit.
And I found this ―
it's the remains of a signal decoder.
And this...
is a fragment of a capacitor.
The power source.
- So this is our answer
to question one.
- The explosionwas remotely activated.
- This was definitely no accident.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- You said 'a couple of things'.
- Yeah. Yeah. Um, Hoana and I went through Lumiere's phone calls
for the last couple of weeks.
- Anything useful? - Useful, but not conclusive.
- Highlighted one call here, made from a public phone.
- Ah. OK.
Well, let's get the street cam footage from near that callbox.
- Yeah. I'll organise it. - OK.
Hey, um, Hoana, would you mind running a check
on that other guy that was there too, Harry Grayson?
- OK.
- He was on our eyewitness list for the explosion,
and then all of a sudden he shows up when it goes down.
It's worth checking out. - Mm. Ka pai.
- Thanks.
I reckon Kylie Shorrock was sleeping with Lumiere.
For starters, the Shorrocks lied about this assault ―
these injuries didn't happen 20 hours previously; it was more like two.
- Yeah. We can't find the three kids because they don't exist.
- Kylie was hit by one left-handed person, most likely wearing a ring.
Matheson is right-handed, if his right hook's anything to go by.
Then there's Fingers ― he's a righty too.
But Robbie is left-handed.
- Yeah, but if Robbie hit his wife,
why was he so keen to report it?
- Misdirection?
If he found out about the affair and was planning payback,
he'd want to conceal any motive.
- So he blames the assault on someone non-existent?
- Well, it's a pretty good theory. - OK. Go test it out.
- Mrs Shorrock, the last few weeks, you made multiple calls
and sent a large number of texts to Jean Pierre Lumiere.
- Yeah. So?
He was mentoring me. - One on one?
What did that involve?
- Where you going with this? - Well, most of these texts
were sent at night ―
one on the night of the explosion, about an hour before.
You said you hadn't spoken to Jean Pierre that day.
- Oh, I meant in person.
I was just checking the upcoming schedule.
- We happen to know this assault did not take place
20 hours before these photos were taken; it was more like two.
- What's that got to do with anything?
- Was it your husband that hit you, Kylie?
Oh, fuck me dead.
- Would you describe Robbie as an angry person?
We're both pretty fiery.
Yeah, all right, Robbie's got a bit of a short fuse. But he's harmless.
- I wouldn't describe what I'm seeing here as harmless.
What was he so angry about?
- Were you having an affair with Jean Pierre?
- Is that why Robbie killed him?
- Robbie did not kill JP.
He'd already got everything off his chest, all right?
- What does that mean?
He'd already worked his anger out on you?
- Some new suppliers came in, and I called to let him know.
- Just before your wife texted him.
We know you found out about them.
- And we know it was you that hit her,
and as soon as we're done here, you'll be charged.
- You know, your calls have an interesting pattern ―
regular communication from the first couple of weeks you were here,
and then zero communication from the time you assaulted your wife.
- And then suddenly there's that one call on the night he was killed.
Was it that call that sent him to the barge, Robbie?
- No.
- Bullshit. - No.
I swear.
Fuck.
- Anais. - Mr Grayson.
- Harry, please.
We're just making your mum a cup of tea.
It's Anais!
- Hey, Mum. - Hi, darling.
- I just, um, thought I'd swing by. - Oh. Would you like some tea?
- That was quite the kerfuffle earlier.
- Enough excitement for one day. - Yes.
- Uh, would you guys mind? I just...
- Oh. Uh, not at all. I've got some things to do.
Think about what I said?
- You need a break. - Yes.
I will. Thanks, Harry.
- Hope to see you again soon, Anais.
- I need to talk to my mum, Luke.
- Darling, anything you need to say to me,
you can say it in front of Luke.
- Please. - No, thank you.
- Oh, for God's sake. Could you sit down?
You're making me nervous. - OK.
What was that break you and Harry were talking about?
- Oh. He, uh...
He wants to take me away to the Med.
It's quite sweet, really.
- It'll do her good.
Mum,
come with me to the lodge. Just for the night.
- Oh, darling, I'm fine here.
Is everything all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah. I'm just, um...
You know, everything today, it's odd.
Just, um... wanted to check in.
I'm fine.
I have to go.
- Uh, well, I'll― I'll see you out.
Darling,
I wanted to say ― you were right.
All those fights you and I used to have ―
I did favour Lynne.
She was... vulnerable and so fragile.
And you're strong, like your father.
You've always looked after yourself.
- Mum,
just come with me. Just tonight.
I am fine, darling.
Love you so much.
- Well, I am never far away. - I know.
- Ben? - Uh, yeah, I wasn't expecting you just yet.
- Things are moving quickly. Are you good to go?
- Yeah. Yeah, just say the word. - OK.
I'll call you. Be ready.
- Mallory. - Detective Kincaid.
I got your message. - Yeah, I wanted to catch up with you before I left.
Heading back to Invercargill. - Oh. I thought you'd already gone.
- No, I had a couple of interviews today.
You paid Ben Souter a visit?
- Condolences on his brother's death.
- 'Course. Very thoughtful.
- Listen,
I might be able to help you after tonight.
Don't ask me; just be patient.
- Briefing? - Uh, yeah. When Jarrod gets here.
OK. Oh, Detective. I believe you've met my niece Lena.
- Anais. Uh, we remembered each other,
even though the circumstances were a bit bizarre.
- Yeah. Did you find out who the arm belonged to?
- Y-Yeah. It was, um, reunited with its owner.
- Yeah. It wasn't the greatest homecoming, was it? Lena's visiting for a while.
- Yeah, I'm gonna spend some time with my uncle Ken ― because I'm the favourite niece.
- It's true. He's gonna be delighted.
Uh, we weren't expecting her for a few weeks.
- Yeah, none of us were. - Yeah,
we're gonna meet up with Luke and then take Ken to see the lights.
- Great. Have fun.
- Uh, what time are we meeting? - Uh, once it's dark enough. The lights will be prettier then.
Eh, Maja? - OK.
- Yeah. - Come on, let's go. - See you, guys.
- Anais. Street cam footage came through.
- Right.
And the phone box caller reveals himself.
Oh. Now we have to get Fingers back in again.
- Hey, Anais? Good call on the ink. Gold has been struck again.
Very last parlour that I went to. Flash as.
Right next to your friend's place. - What friend?
- Uh, the... oh, gym lady.
So, I'm armed with the list, right?
Get it, eh? 'Arm', 'list'?
OK. Um, anyway, and I flashed around old Maestro
Jean Pierre Lumiere― Jarrod.
- Yeah. Yeah, sorry.
Um, I flashed around the victim's face all over,
and I finally got a hit.
So, the dude got the 'Billy' tattoo done
a couple of daysafterhe'd arrived.
- The scabbing would fit that time frame.
- But that's not exactly cracking the case, is it, Jarrod?
- Well... Nah, nah, nah. There's― There's more. Oh, there's more.
He also got another tattoo done, a couple of days later...
on his left arm.
- The one that was burnt to a crisp. - What did it say?
- 'Kylie'.
- Ye― OK, well, I mean, 'Kylie' isn't exactly...
unexpected, though, is it?
- The names ―
there was a mix of men and women.
- Well, what if this Billy is the William Cullen
on Lumiere's call list?
- Yeah, maybe.
- You know, sometimes it's just about the order
the evidence comes to light.
I mean, we were on the right track,
but it would've been really easy to back the wrong horse.
So we checkedallof Lumiere's calls, just to be sure,
and since arriving, he's made over a dozen calls to a Sydney number ―
to a William Cullen.
Are you familiar with that name?
- Jimbo?
- Maybe you know him as Billy. - No.
Nah. I don't know any Billy.
- Billy certainly knows you, Jimbo.
And he's not very complimentary.
He was another one of Lumiere's lovers.
- And so were you.
- No.
- He ditched you for Billy.
- He also slept with Kylie, your co-worker.
He got her name tattooed on his other arm.
Did you tell Robbie about that?
- No. No!
Hesaw it, andhehit her.
JP was gonna report him, and so they killed him.
- No.
It was you...
who called Lumiere and told him there was a problem at the barge.
- It was your call that got him out there.
You'd already sneaked out of hospital
and organised to get to the barge
so you could set up your radio receiver.
But it wasn't entirely destroyed, Jim.
We have fragments.
Physical evidence.
Blaming Fingers was a pretty good piece of misdirection,
I'll give you that. - Yeah.
And it was a pretty good alibi being in hospital
when the explosion happened.
But your food poisoning was self-administered.
And guess what?
You slipped up. - You said you called Lumiere
to tell him you'd be back to work the next day,
but when you made that call, you couldn't possibly have known
when you'd be out.
- And then there's this ― 'Jimbo'.
- All his conquests.
You were an earlier tattoo.
And this...
this was the ultimate insult.
- This superimposing,
cancelling you out.
It must have been very painful, Jim.
He lied to me.
He betrayed me.
He was still talking to Billy the whole time,
and then he fuckin' screwed Kylie as well.
'Maestro'?
He was a fucking monster.
- We also checked your call logs.
There is only one outgoing call after the call to Lumiere,
and it's an odd one.
Four numbers ―
2-2-6-4.
- On a keypad, that's 'B-A-N-G'.
Chrysanthemum.
- Cheers. - Full confession.
- And great news on your mother's staffer ― he's gonna be OK.
- Yeah, she could probably employ old Fingers for the next festival.
- I'll let Gemma know. - Duty called.
She said she had to go.
OK. Um...
- Anais?
This is for you.
It's about Harry Grayson.
Hey. I'm worried about Anais.
I think she's got a lot going on, and... I think she needs help.
- What sort of things? She all good?
- I don't know.
She won't let anyone in.
- Hey.
- How you feeling? - Uh, much better, actually.
Luke gave me a pill, so I had a nice long sleep.
- Oh, and then my phone call woke you? I'm sorry.
- No, don't apologise.
It's a great idea. Love to see the lights.
- Great. Well, it's getting cold, so wrap up warm.
Grab a hat and some gloves. I have.
- Be right back.
Oh, shit.
It's Veronica here. Leave a message.
Fuck.
Mum, please pick up.
Listen, I don't wanna frighten you, but this is really important, OK?
I want you to lock your doors. Do not open them for anyone.
Not Luke. Not Harry.
No one. OK?
I'm on my way.
Mum?
Mum?!
Ben?
Are you in place? - Yeah.
I'm in my car, where you said. - OK. Someone might be in danger.
We need to move on this.
- Make the call? - Make the call.
It's me. Where are you?
- # Strobe light kaleidoscope,
# before fluid time
# takes control.
- Yeah.
Seriously, three and a half hours I spent up that tree.
- Three and a half hours? - Yes.
I was hanging all the cables everywhere.
- Bloody hell. - Turned out all right, though.
- Oh, yeah? - Oh, yeah.
- Got the money?
Oh, wow, Uncle Ken, this is so cool.
So great to be here. - So good to have you here, hon.
- # Silk sheets.
# She is adrift.
- I've got bank records, I've got dates, I've got times,
and I've got this ―
Doug Snapes' ledger.
This is proof of how it was all put together.
OK? The labs, the payments ― everything.
I couldn't figure it out, and then I got this.
These are the missing pages.
Your brother had them, Ben. They were his leverage.
They were what was keeping him safe.
And they prove who was funding the whole operation.
'Why are you telling me this?
'Shouldn't you be telling your cop mates?'
- I wanted you to know before I turned it all over,
in case it gets swept under the rug.
- She's handing it over tomorrow.
So... the money?
And then you can have the phone, and I never heard any of this.
Never mention it.
Deal with your problem any way you want.
'You're such a pretty boy.'
'It's not the first time I've been told that.'
- First time I saw them setting it up.
Pretty buzzy lights, eh?
Reds and the blues and whatnot― - Hey.
- Yeah. Sorry, I... do talk too much.
You all good? - I'm good.
Are you... good?
- Yeah, I'm really stoked. - Sweet.
- Looks cold out there.
You... might have to stay another couple of nights.
- Dangerous. You might not want me to leave.
- Anais. We need to talk. This is insane.
I ran into Ben. Yeah. Ben Souter.
This is his phone. He recorded everything.
Now you've crossed the line. We're having this out now.
Great. Let's go.
I'd say I feel sorry for you, but I'm sick to fucking death
of you chasing me around with all this shit.
And you know what? If it was just me getting hurt, that'd be fine.
But dragging down Maja?!
Fuck you.
Once I show this to Sharon, you can kiss goodbye to your badge
and your whole job.
So fuck this, and fuck that! - It's fine.
It makes no difference to me. I've got copies of all of that.
- Oh, copies of all your delusions? - They're not delusions.
- Why are you so fixated on me, huh?
Come on, what have you got on me really?
- What I've got, Luke,
is a whole lot of payments made to Doug Snapes ―
payments that passed through him to Alan Souter,
your old partner in crime.
Profits from a very lucrative drug operation.
- And what makes you think I'm involved in all of that?
- What are you talking about? - You're PB.
Pretty Boy speaking.
Pretty Boy.
That's what they used to call you.
I've got it all, Luke. I've got the paper trail.
You can drop the act now, OK?
This is over for you.
You always wanted to know about my business, huh?
I told you it was boring.
But you were never satisfied, were you?
You really wanna know, huh?
We made a lot of money, Anais, and it was so...
fucking easy.
- Tell me about Dad.
It was like the cop said.
He came across one of our labs in a rental property.
- Doug.
- What they didn't know is that we were paying him off
to keep him quiet.
But he wanted more money.
I guess he had some rather expensive hobbies, didn't he?
What was her name, again?
- Did you pay Alan Souter to do it?
- Oh, do you wanna speak to him? - Nah, nah, nah.
- No? No, I didn't think so.
- It's not that hard, Alan. Just dissuade him from asking for more.
Yeah, OK.
I can dissuade him.
I passed on your demands to our associate,
and he suggested that we dissuade you. Hmm?
- So are you dissuaded now?
- Yeah, all right, all right! Please!
Are you? Huh?
- Whoa, whoa, Alan― - Cut it out!
- No, you're not, are you? - Yes!
- Alan! - Yes!
- Not dissuaded enough!
No! No!
- I didn't have him killed.
Souter went rogue on me. - Bullshit. Tell me about Lynne.
- Look,
I knew she was on P. I wanted to help her,
but she didn't wanna listen to me because by then,
she was already a fucking addict.
- She did not drive off Skippers Canyon.
OK? She was way too cautious for that.
Tell me what happened, Luke.
- Did you pay to have her killed too? Did she know too much?
- There is a payment in this ledger the day after she died.
$50,000.
$50,000 for my sister's life.
Who the fuck is GL?!
AreyouGL?
Who is GL if it's not you?
- The, uh, gym lady. - What gym lady?
- Right next to your friend's place. The gym lady.
- Oh my God. - Fuck.
- Maja?
What are you doing?
- Looks like there's been some kind of trouble here.
Home invasion, maybe? - No, no, no. No.
- I told you.
I fucking told you, but you wouldn't listen, would you?
- Don't fuckin' move!
Stay down.
Fuckin'...
We've got it all.
Right here, Luke. It is fucking over for you.
Luke Staunton, you are under arrest
for the production of class-A drugs
and the complicity in the murder of Charles Mallory and Alan Souter.
I really was, you know.
Looking out for her. Veronica.
- Where is she? - The festival, with Harry.
It's so beautiful.
So, tell you what ―
you carry on to the next one; I'll go get us some drinks.
- Sure.
- Almost there.
- You guys wanna tell me what's going on?
Hello? Anybody?
Just tell me what's going on, for Christ's sake!
Jesus!
- Hey, let me. She's― - No.
- Hey, I called it in. Did my best to set up a perimeter.
- OK. Where is she? - West side of the dance floor.
- Mate, can you just look after him?
Oh. Oh, Maja.