A Remarkable Place to Die (2024) s01e02 Episode Script

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[pensive music]
♪
Hi, there.
What did bring you back here?
I just thought Mum could
use the help after Lynne.
[piano playing]
No other agenda?
Another idiot gone over
the edge of Skippers.
[lynne screaming]
Her sister was one of those
idiots that went over the edge
at Skippers.
You've stirred up quite
the hornet's nest, Anais.
I've done my job.
Doing your kind of job can have,
uh, unfortunate repercussions,
Anais, and not just for you,
but for those around you.
[suspenseful music]
♪
It smelled so bad, I called
you, fearing the worst.
It's odd, this.
It was opened when I got here.
Someone must have been in the mine.
[faint piano playing]
The gate was supposed to keep
tourists from wandering in
and getting themselves lost.
It's a maze in here.
[suspenseful music]
♪
I've never been in a mine before.
Yeah.
It's an old dig, this one.
The Chinese, 1860s.
From here, mind your footing.
There we go.
See?
Oh, that smell.
Oh, yeah.
[groans]
Hey.
Look at that.
Yeah.
Looks like it's been bashed
with a hammer or something.
And the key's missing, you reckon?
From the museum, yeah.
[whoosh]
♪
Should do the trick, eh?
Oh, you're not cutting the padlock?
Keep it still for me.
Two.
[cracking]
Whew.
[chuckles] Bit buggy, eh?
That chain's the weakest
[shattering]
link.
[camera shutter clicking]
♪
Oh, wow.
No wonder why could can
smell it from way back there.
Wait, what's what's happened here?
♪
It's collapsed.
[coughing]
[coughs]
[rats squeaking]
[screams] Jesus!
[melancholy music]
♪
Anais.
Happy to see you.
- Been a while.
- Yeah.
Sorry.
I've been, um, busy at work,
and I thought maybe we needed
some time to clear the air.
Well, hopefully three weeks
has been more than enough time.
I thought, um, maybe
we could arrange to have
dinner sometimes, like.
Oh.
Well, that sounds lovely.
I could book us in somewhere.
Yeah, or or you
could come to the lodge.
I could cook for us.
Ah, the lodge.
Ah, yes, yes, of course.
Um, I'll, uh
I'll, um I'll check my schedule.
Great.
Hey, uh, has anyone been
there in the last few months?
Oh, no, I don't go up there.
And Lynne didn't either.
Why?
Oh, no reason.
It's nice.
The, um, piano's gone?
Yeah.
I sold it.
Too many memories, darling.
They're my memories, too.
[phone buzzing]
Sorry.
Jarrod?
Okay.
Okay, well, you know what to do.
Seal off the scene.
Send me the location.
Get Simon to meet me there.
Bye.
Hey, Mum, can you figure
out a date that suits,
- and and I'll call you?
- Yes, of course.
Sorry. It's
It's work. That's fine.
I'll let you know.
[folksy music, woman vocalizing]
♪
Shaft's been closed for two
weeks now due to the rain.
I came by to see how well she
was drying out and shew,
on the nose.
So normally you'd be
bringing tourists through here
on a regular basis?
Couple of parties a day, yeah.
We walk them over from the museum.
That's where the tours are advertised.
And any closures, too?
Yes.
If somebody wanted to lock somebody
in so they couldn't be found, they'd
know which shaft to choose.
See?
- I read your mind.
- [chuckles]
Should have been a detective, eh?
Yeah, a regular Sherlock.
SAR are finishing the safety assessment
and clearing the rocks.
Scene of Crime is still
standing by, recording it all.
Can you take me to the museum, please?
Yeah, sure.
It's a short walk in sensible shoes.
Hey, also, Anais, SOCO has managed
to get a look at the victim's arm
before they had to wait
for safety clearance.
Looks like ligature marks on the wrist.
Right, so he could have been tied up.
Okay, give me a call when the
rockfall has been cleared.
Gotcha.
And, uh, Simon, it's probably nothing,
but, um, bag that, and
get it checked, will you?
Sure.
Lovely day for a walk.
[pensive music]
♪
So the missing key, any ideas?
Beats me.
I kept it in the office.
Oh, Janice, this is
the detective girlie.
Janice runs the joint.
[non-English speech]
Uh, office is this way.
She's interested in the keys.
Yeah, are they normally locked up?
No.
Oh, the building gets locked up,
though, when no one's there.
There's lots of volunteers
with access, though
Martyn included.
Oof.
Gonna need an alibi, are we?
So, um, when the museum's open,
is there normally
someone in the office?
Mostly, although, you know, people need
to pee and get a cup of tea.
It's usually not in that order.
[chuckles]
I wouldn't mind a cup of tea myself.
A body?
I mean, bloody hell.
Yeah, it's it's very
distressing, I know.
Just to clarify, so, given the
rain and the mining tunnel keys
not being used for a while, do
you think that it's possible
that somebody could have taken the keys
without them being noticed
and then returned them?
Well, with one key missing, I doubt it.
I don't know.
It's possible.
[whimsical music]
Office is in here.
♪
Do you have CCTV?
All through the place.
Not actually in the office, though.
Right.
Well, um, we'll need to access
your camera logs so we know how
- long the body's been there.
- All right.
I'll talk to my tech fellow and
make sure they're available.
They get kept for a month, I think.
Oh, great.
That should be useful then.
Nancy Drew here is waiting on them
digging the poor bugger up.
Oh, dear.
Um, well, do you want to have a look
around while you wait then?
You'll find it interesting.
Now, the gold rush here all
started with Jack Tewa in 1862
and a whole United Nations of miners
English, Irish, Chinese, Europeans
Want to have a go at panning for gold?
Oh, uh, thank you,
but I should get back.
We'll have more
questions at some point,
so maybe I can go for gold, then.
That's a nice display.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
- Where's his hammer?
- Oh.
I hadn't noticed that.
Bloody kids.
This will be his third.
Well, all the more reason
to check your CCTV, then.
[sighs]
Thanks, Martyn.
Janice.
Yep.
No, you're good.
Just keep going down.
You you can't miss it.
Okay, thanks, Jarrod.
Hey, um, so SOCOs are
done, and so is SAR.
Yes, I know that, Jarrod.
That's why I cleared Anais to go in.
Uh, well, good luck to her.
Bit of fresh air, if that's all right.
[melancholy music]
♪
I found this torch next
to him under the rocks.
Switch is in the off position.
[lights powering down]
No, no, no, no, no!
Fuck!
[echoing]
Battery's dead.
I tried it.
Through the bag?
Yes, through the bag.
Sorry.
The shovel, has it been moved?
They left it as close to
its position as they could.
Took some befores and afters as well.
Looks like he dropped it as he
fell when the rocks came down.
[rocks crumbling]
But it looks like he was
trying to dig his way out, get
up to that ventilation shaft.
Ooh.
We were, um, lucky to find him.
The airflow from the shaft is what blew
the smell out into the tunnel.
Panning shovel, some
Chinese characters on it.
Talk to Scene of the Crime, see
if they can send a photo to the
museum, get a rough date on it.
No problem.
It's pretty ancient.
Yeah, but look.
I think we'll find that is what
made those marks on the padlock
and chain out by the gate.
He had a go at smashing
the lock before he
tried to dig his way out.
[clanging]
Yeah, we got his shirt and
jacket, hat, and the water
bottle here, too.
Were the clothes like that?
Neat?
Yeah.
I haven't touched them yet.
I reckon this was hot work.
Stripped to the waist.
He's tidy.
Let's see if we can get an ID.
[folksy music]
[chatter]
His name is Sean Connery.
You're joking.
Maybe his parents were.
Driver's license is registered
to a Westport address.
We, uh, think the shovel
is something he had with him.
Martyn Furnley, the
volunteer who does the tours,
says there were no hand tools
on display in that tunnel.
Hmm.
I wonder where he got it from, then.
It's a good question.
Janice from the museum said it dates
back mid to late 19th century.
Well, that's, um, 19
1850s to 1900s, Jarrod.
[chuckles] Before I was born, eh?
The cigarette tin
was at the scene, too.
What was in it?
Very fine grains of what
looks like gold, about half
an ounce.
We're getting a sample
checked out, to be sure.
We've also put in some
legwork around town.
Got a couple of confirmed sightings.
The cap he was wearing was distinctive.
He was seen in the
company of another man
over a few days a week ago.
Must have been staying
somewhere in the area.
We've tried the hotel,
motels, too, but no go.
Holiday lettings?
That's the next job.
- You and Jarrod on it?
- On it.
Sweet.
And we should probably follow
up on his home address, too.
Yeah, okay. I'll get on to it.
Thanks, boss.
And, um, meantime,
we've blown up a picture
from his driver's license.
We'll get that posted around town.
And Ihaka's gonna autopsy
tonight, so I'll attend.
Me, too.
No, I need you pushing
for results on that gold.
And follow up on anything
the boss gets from Westport.
I want to know who his
buddy is and where.
- Okay.
- Okay, good.
Oh, hey, by the way, I already
sent off that baggie for testing
with the other stuff from the scene.
Oh, great.
What baggie?
Um, oh, just something
I spotted on the ground
outside the mine, probably unrelated,
dropped by a tourist or something,
but um, worth checking out.
Okay.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Hi.
Oh!
Dinner?
Um, dinner lunch.
- Lunch and dinner.
- Oh.
Sorry.
I had a busy day.
And then our gold miner turned up,
so I thought I would
grab something now.
Sorry.
Do you want a bite?
Oh, no.
Thank you.
Sesame seeds, teeth, ugh, not for me.
[sighs] And, uh, just to be clear,
he was found in a gold mine.
But I'm pretty sure he's a
tourist as opposed to a miner.
Okay. Duly noted.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Also, stay clear of sesame seeds
when trying to look
cool in front of you.
[chuckles]
You you like those?
Oh, yeah.
But I am horrible at
keeping them alive.
You know, succulents
are actually pretty easy.
They they tend to tell you
when you've gone a little bit
too far, you know?
Sun or water.
Like, uh, this one's leaves
are looking a little bit dark.
I think I need to put
it out in the sun.
Sorry, buddy.
I'll sort you out later.
Hey, um, I was just wondering, um,
if we were to to go out to dinner,
you know, pizza instead of burgers?
[laughs]
Pizza is good.
It doesn't tend to have
seeds, so that's a good start.
Okay, cool.
Obviously, after the investigation.
Well, after the investigation
tends to turn into weeks.
So what are you doing tomorrow night?
- Are you free?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I am.
I will try not to talk shop too much.
I'll try not to talk
too much about my plants.
[laughs] Yeah.
- [sighs]
- Shall we?
Uh, yeah.
I will scrub up, gown up, and then
let's see what this poor
guy can tell us, yeah?
[suspenseful music]
Okay.
Okay, Anjali.
Wounds are all exposed to
particles for comparison,
so you can prep for internals now.
Thank you.
Doctor.
[sighs] Right.
Okay, external examination
is pretty straightforward.
There are ligature marks on
the wrist, so he was bound.
And at some point, he
struggled to free himself.
And succeeded.
Mm-hmm.
What about the blisters
on his right hand?
Consistent with atypical
manual labor, so something
like like digging.
He's also got extensive
bruising and abrasions
and crush injuries to
his ribs and pelvis.
From the impact of the rocks.
How long was he there, do you think?
Well, given the
degree of deterioration,
I would say at least a week.
But it's hard to be really
accurate until I do internals.
He would have been in a lot of pain,
especially from his
pelvis and his ribs.
But the rockfall didn't kill him.
His right arm and hand have
been badly abraded by rodents.
[squeaking]
And the erratic flight
pattern suggests that he
was still alive at the time.
Awful.
Yeah.
Yeah, awful.
How are we doing, Anjali?
Um, almost ready.
[chuckles] Perfect.
Again, thank you.
All right, let's see
what else he can tell us.
Eucalyptus?
There's quite a bit
of gas buildup here.
No, thanks, Anjali.
Even smells can tell us something.
Right?
Okay.
Y incision at 7:23 PM.
Okay.
[pensive music]
♪
[engine rattling]
No, no, no, no.
[soft acoustic music]
♪
Behave yourself.
[phone buzzing]
Simon?
Good news.
What?
The new coffee machine is much better.
I'm gonna have to learn
how to froth milk now.
Is that why you rang me?
And, uh, the gold in the
tin is definitely gold.
Right.
Anything from Westport
on our victim's friend?
No, not yet.
But we did get one
response from the posters.
When?
Last night.
And before you start, it was late.
- You were in the autopsy.
- [sighs]
Okay?
The caller rented her
holiday home to Connery.
Uh, Kirsten Raynor.
I said I'd drop by work this morning.
Briefing first.
The autopsy was interesting,
to say the least.
[light music]
Come on, girl.
You can do it.
[engine sputtering]
[engine turning over]
Yes!
So at some point, Mr. Connery had
struggled against restraints
around his wrists.
Fibers appear to be
from a leather cord.
But we didn't find
anything at the scene.
And leather would be almost
impossible to break anyway.
By using the blade of the shovel maybe?
Maybe.
But as Simon pointed out,
nothing was found at the scene.
Mr. Connery was trapped and
crushed by the rockfall,
but he didn't die straight away.
He died from internal bleeding
and a lack of food and water.
There was a bottle of water there
which he couldn't reach
once he was pinned.
Right, sure.
What is really interesting is
what the internal
examination revealed.
Wow, that is intriguing.
His stomach was empty.
He would have been
hungry even before he
was trapped by the rocks.
But he had been suffering
a massive infection
of his lower intestinal
tract for some time prior.
Okay.
That's fascinating.
But I'm still not sure what bearing
the victim's dietary
problems have in the case.
I mean, what are we looking at here?
Are we looking at an accident?
Homicide?
We are looking at a conundrum.
Prints and tech analysis all done?
Lifted, annotated, and tagged.
Yeah, there's prints, but, uh,
nothing that scores a hit, so.
Well, let's see if we can
find a different sort of
match, then.
Good Lord.
A key.
No prints on it, thanks
to stomach acids.
But if I'm right, now all we have
to do is figure out how he came
to be in that mine, how he got
the key, and why he
swallowed it instead
of letting himself out.
So Mr. Connery stayed at
your townhouse for a few days?
Yeah, I do holiday lettings.
But I don't think you'll
get much out of the flat.
I'm afraid I've given
it a thorough clean.
I've got another booking coming in.
Okay, no problem.
So a nice, quiet, shy guy?
Nothing else you remember
about Mr. Connery?
Mm, not really.
I hardly saw him apart from
when I met him with the key.
And he had two bags, you say?
Yes, his and his brother's.
You didn't get a look at him, did you?
Mm, no.
He was in town earlier,
getting supplies.
I did see him later
with the shopping bags.
But he was carrying this
long box over his shoulder,
and I didn't see his face.
A long box.
Was it about flattish, meter
and a half, about this wide?
Mm, yeah.
Okay, and when did they leave?
It was over a week
ago now, on the Tuesday.
And you still didn't get
a good look at the brother?
No, although I did see one of them
early one morning doing
a martial arts thing.
It looked pretty intense.
Okay.
We'll let you get on.
Thanks, Kirsten.
You've been very helpful.
I don't know about "very helpful."
Well, we found out he had a brother.
What about the box?
How the hell did you come to that?
I don't know.
I thought maybe they brought
that panning shovel with them.
Family heirloom or something?
We're allowed educated guesses, Simon.
[phone ringing]
Although the Chinese
ideographs are odd.
Detective Delaney.
Yes, boss.
I know you know.
Did you get the, uh
Okay, great.
Thanks.
I'll tell her.
She gets so pissed off
when I state my rank.
God, you love winding her up.
[laughs]
And?
Oh, she's come up
with the brother's name
from the electoral roll in Westport.
That was quick.
Michael Connery.
Okay.
Well, let's put a face to a
name then, shall we, Detective?
[folksy music, woman vocalizing]
♪
Hello again.
Are you putting him back
to work, Mr. Furnley?
Ah, yeah, well, can't have
a blacksmith without a hammer,
can we?
[camera shutter clicking]
Hey, come on, Scoop.
You know better than that.
I hear we've got another
murder on the books.
You can't publish that, Scoop.
- And if you do
- Oh, come on.
Give me first shot at it.
Local press.
Local gossip.
The museum doesn't
need this aggravation,
and neither do I, Scoop.
So you can forget that
photo and just bugger off!
Oh, Janice has got a surprise for you.
[suspenseful music]
We sorted out the time lapse records
for the days you mentioned.
See if we can spot the
fella in your posters.
Yeah, and um
Bob's your uncle.
here we are.
That's Sean.
And that must be his brother.
Oh, I wonder what
happened to Sean's phone.
It's got a distinctive case.
Not a lot of brotherly love there.
Well, you don't have to
be a detective to see that.
There you go, another bloody Connery.
That family's been trouble
since the Gold Rush days.
Like, um oh, what
was his name, Martyn?
Liam.
Oh, that's another
fascinating murder mystery.
Sorry?
Uh, it's a local myth.
Liam Connery was a miner who
He was murdered in the late 1860s.
Possibly murdered.
Killed in a dispute
over An Charraig Mhor.
It's Gaelic.
It means, uh, "The Big Rock."
It was a gold nugget.
[folksy music]
This is just a replica, of course.
Impressive.
The real thing would
be worth killing for?
Allegedly.
History is only what we say it is.
Sad in this case.
Liam's wife and kiddies were
on their way out from Ireland
when he was killed.
They ended up with nothing.
Liam's buried up in the cemetery.
[pensive music]
[birds chirping]
Janice said it's about
over there somewhere.
[phone buzzing]
Sorry, I won't be a sec.
Same.
[phone ringing]
Mum.
Detective Delaney.
Hi, darling.
Uh, look, I'm so sorry to be
so slow getting back to you,
but uh, my week's been quite full.
But I could do dinner
tonight, if that suits.
Yeah great.
That sounds, um oh, shit.
Sorry, Mum.
I've got something tonight.
No, no, no.
That's fine.
Work?
It's it's not work, actually.
It's a date, I think.
Oh, a date.
[chuckles] Anyone I know?
No, I don't think so.
Oh.
Oh, well.
That's fine.
Uh, I've got to organize a
brunch for tomorrow anyway, so.
Oh, great. Okay.
You enjoy your date.
[laughs] And, uh, we'll
make another time.
Okay. Will do.
Thanks, Mum.
Bye.
I found it.
Over here.
Right here.
[vehicle approaching]
[suspenseful music]
Is that Martyn?
That was the lab about that baggie.
Traces of methamphetamine.
Right, okay.
Yeah, there's some prints on it, too.
I got them to run them.
Oh, yeah.
It's probably nothing.
A lot of people use that trek.
Sure.
Still worth checking.
So, the late Liam Connery.
You reckon he was an ancestor?
Possibly.
Possibly [camera shutter clicks]
murdered.
Janice is checking to see
if that's more than a myth.
150 years ago.
That'd be a fucking cold case.
[suspenseful music]
Have you got an evidence bag?
Well, yeah, I got some back in the car.
- Why?
- Can you get one?
Oh.
A bit of a walk.
Please?
All right.
[scoffs]
But only because you said "please."
Anais, Simon.
Oh! Hi.
Boss.
Janice said you'd be here.
The, uh, panning shovel we found
had Chinese characters on it.
And, uh, there's a miner named Liam
Connery buried right
there, next to a couple
of Chinese graves.
Allegedly murdered.
I'm wondering if
history is what brought
Sean and his brother back.
I've got history here, too.
My great, great grandfather's
buried over there.
Oh.
His wife came over to
join him in the 1890s.
He died young.
They all died young.
Yeah, they did it
tough, Chinese prospectors
and the Irish.
Yeah, it was like
the Wild, Wild West
fights, drunkenness, stealing.
We'd have had our work
cut out for us back then.
- Yeah.
- [chuckling]
We, um, checked the court
records for information
on Liam Connery's death.
Nothing ever went to trial.
Newspapers?
I know the museum's got a
whole collection of broadsheets
dating way back.
Yeah, we're checking those.
Okay, good.
We're moving things along.
Now, I escaped my desk to
follow up on that phone
that you asked about.
A phone showed up at the community
policing unit about a
week ago, checkered case.
It was slid under the door at night.
One of the volunteers wrote
it up as lost property.
I'll get my clever kid onto it and see
if they can break into it.
Great, and, uh, you
might want to add this
to the evidence file, too.
And check to see if the contents
are what I think they are.
More bloody gold?
Buried at the end of the grave
in another old cigarette tin.
[scoffs]
[phone buzzing, dinging]
This one's getting
weirder by the minute.
Oh, no.
Bugger.
I missed this one as well.
What, a party or a date?
Date?
Uh, not with our hours.
So no one?
Anyone that makes it
past the morning after?
Uh, nah.
I gotta keep my head in the game, huh?
What sites are you on?
Dating apps?
Oh.
[chuckles] Uh all of them.
[chuckles] Well, I
think it might be time
for you to settle
down with a long time,
not just a good time.
Will you help me out?
Don't look at me.
Me dating on the job
has never worked out.
Fine. Right.
- Who puts up with your
- Afternoon, officers.
- Hi.
- Kia ora.
- Kia ora.
- Janice.
Oh, here we are.
Right.
- More light reading.
- Oh, thank you.
Thanks, guys.
I mean, if someone tied this
dude up and locked him in,
how come we find the key in his guts?
Yeah, none of this makes sense, Jarrod.
Needless going through
all these papers.
I mean, these are all
Over a century ago, yes, but
it could still be relevant,
Constable.
Yes, Detective.
Sorry.
Oh, my god, June 21.
Here we go.
Oh.
Edmund Templeton, miner,
is accused of having stolen
on the 21st of June last
near the river encampment
a 31-ounce nugget of gold.
Templeton is English,
6 foot 1 inch high,
brown hair, a full beard,
and a black, wide awake hat.
The complaint was brought to
police by miner Liam Connery,
late of [inaudible] Island.
So Liam Connery accused
Templeton of theft.
- I wonder how that went down.
- [blows raspberry]
Well, whatever happened, you won't
find a record of any formal charges
or any criminal prosecutions
against Ed Templeton.
I've been through all
this stuff before.
Maybe there's no record
because Liam was murdered.
Or we haven't found the reference yet.
Yeah.
So we keep looking through
the next couple of months.
I'll bring Anais up to speed.
She said she had to see Doc Cooper.
Working late, do you reckon?
[folksy music]
[woman vocalizing]
Okay.
Yep.
Thanks, Mum.
[sighs] Sorry.
Mm-mm.
It's okay.
It's fine.
[chuckles]
Um, you were saying?
Oh, yeah.
So I managed to push through
an analysis on the dirt
from the graveyard.
Yeah.
It was metachert.
Oh!
Was there any metachert
on Connery's body,
under his fingernails or
No, no, it was schist with feldspar.
Yeah.
[laughs] We're talking shop again.
- Oh.
- Oh, my god.
I am terrible.
Ask my mum.
[laughs] How is your mum?
Are you still staying at hers?
No.
You know how it is with mums.
[laughs]
Anais.
- How are you?
- Oh.
Good.
Thank you.
Hey, Luke.
- Staunton.
- Ihaka Cooper.
- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah, likewise.
Yeah.
Please don't let me interrupt.
I've been undercover
checking out the competition,
and I spotted you
across a crowded room.
Right.
Well, you two have a nice night.
Enjoy your dinner.
Bye.
[sighs] History.
- Oh.
- [laughs]
Really?
I couldn't tell.
I got you. Yeah.
Uh, speaking of history
Mm-hmm.
I've forgotten how
pervasive that is here.
Oh.
People's links to the
Gold Rush and families.
Oh, yeah.
People are really proud of
their Gold Rush history here.
I just think it gives them
some sense of connection
or belonging to the town.
What brought you back?
Well, I love it here.
And, uh, the job opened up
when David Mehrtens retired.
So I just thought it's a no-brainer.
Yeah.
Nice.
So you've been back,
what, just over a year?
Yeah, and a and a bit.
So just after my sister died.
Sorry.
Not great dinner conversation, is it?
Six weeks.
It's about six weeks after.
You had already been over for
the funeral, I'm guessing.
So was there any crossover?
Like, were you across the
findings of that autopsy,
or did David Mehrtens brief you?
What is this about, Anais?
Really.
I'm not comfortable
with some of the findings
on Lynne's death.
But there is nothing
in the autopsy report
that supports my concerns.
Right.
I can't comment on David
Mehrtens' findings.
But could you give an opinion?
Maybe you can talk to him about it.
Yeah, but I'm talking to you.
He's man, um, maybe
we should finish up.
Okay.
Sure.
Yeah.
I would
No, that's fine.
love to do this again, but
Yeah.
[soft music]
[engine sputtering]
[sighs] Please.
[engine sputtering]
[grunting]
[engine sputtering]
Come on.
Fucking thing.
Issues?
Yeah.
Just, um, I've been
meaning to get it serviced.
You know I would take
a look under the hood,
but um, car engines
aren't exactly my thing.
But hey, I can give you
a lift home if you like.
Uh, it's fine.
I've I've gotta call in on my mum.
Yeah. Yeah, that's all good.
I'll take you there.
Really?
Yeah.
Yeah, what are friends for?
Yeah, okay.
- Friends are good.
- Yep.
Yep.
They are.
Friends.
Fuck.
You're leaving the keys?
[phone buzzing]
Who'd wanna steal it?
Oh!
Sorry, this might be important.
Hoana?
Detective Sergeant, we've
got something else for you.
Great.
From the broadsheets?
Yes, but I think there's
someone here who would
like to tell you themselves.
Okay.
Kia ora.
Kia ora, Detective.
Oh, kia ora, Janice.
I hear you've got some
more information for us.
I do, yes.
I mean, I knew the story
about Liam and his nugget,
but I didn't know it was a Templeton
accused of killing him.
No wonder Martyn got
his knickers in a twist.
Now, the Templetons were just a mining
family like everyone else.
But they became quite
an institution here.
All the Charraig Mhor
businesses used to be theirs
or sold on to other people
over the years, of course.
But still, there's even a
street named after them.
And there's still an Ed
Templeton living here.
What?
Ed is still living here.
Oh, not the 1860s Ed.
No.
An Edward, not an Edmund.
Now, he used to be one of our
volunteers, but he dropped out.
He had to focus on
his business, he said.
He makes beautiful
leather bags and belts.
Right. Locally?
Yeah, he's just over by Arthur's Point.
I've still got his address
on file if you need it.
Oh, yeah. That would be great.
Thanks, Janice.
Just, um, text it through.
Okay, thank you.
[sighs]
Hi.
Could we make a slight
detour to Arthur's Point?
A a slight detour?
What are friends for?
All right. Come on.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Okay.
Sorry.
No.
Oh, this is plush.
Ugh.
I thought it was way closer.
I really appreciate this.
Oh, it's all good.
[suspenseful music]
♪
It's okay.
I won't be long.
No, I'm coming with you.
I mean, look at the place.
I'm a big, tough detective, Ihaka.
I'll be fine.
- Well, I'm not.
- [chuckles]
Okay.
All right.
So, uh, who is this guy?
He's the descendant of someone
accused of murdering an Irish
miner back in the 1800s.
Great.
♪
Boo!
[giggles]
[sighs]
Well, what a waste of detour.
He's not home.
Mr. Templeton?
Mr. Templeton, it's the police.
Anais.
[door creaking]
[door slams]
All right? You okay?
- [chuckling]
- Yeah, sorry.
[foreboding music]
♪
Okay.
We need to get out of here, Ihaka.
This is a crime scene.
Okay. Oh, shit.
[door creaking] Oh, fuck!
[flies buzzing]
Oh, shit.
[birds chirping]
[radio chatter]
[light music]
[camera shutter clicks]
You must be exhausted if
you've been here all night.
- Yeah.
- [camera shutter clicks]
I'll be fine.
[camera shutter clicks]
Quite the struggle.
Yeah.
And look.
Blood on his hand, too.
And more blood.
And this.
[camera shutter clicks]
The awl?
Couldn't have been what was
used to cut his throat, though.
This is pointed.
That's a lateral cut.
Yeah, maybe he used
it to defend himself.
Maybe.
Injured whoever he was fighting with.
Ihaka should be able to
determine what kind of blade
cut his throat.
Ihaka.
Right.
What's he doing here?
My Jeep broke down.
He was giving me a ride home.
Oh, shit.
Is he still here?
- Yeah.
- What?
He seemed pretty shook up for a guy
who's seen so many bodies.
Yeah.
At the morgue, not hanging
off the backs of doors.
I won't be a second.
Get photos of that awl.
Hey!
- Hey.
- Hey.
Oh, sorry!
I didn't mean to give you a fright.
No, no.
I'm good.
[groans] Yeah, I um
- held my dinner down.
- Yeah.
Got some sleep, so.
God, sorry.
I thought you'd gone.
No, no, I'm still here.
I just wanted to check if you still
needed a ride to your mum's.
No, no, no, no.
No.
Um, no.
Okay.
Yeah.
Okay, cool.
So any thoughts about Ed Templeton?
Um, yeah.
Yeah, I mean, wherever there's flies,
there's recently been maggots.
So I would say he's been
dead a few days longer
- than our coal mine victim.
- Okay.
Mm-hmm.
And the ligature?
[sighs] I'll probably
have to have a closer look,
you know, when I'm
awake, preferably under
lights in a sterile space.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
Of course.
Okay.
Okay.
Great, well, see you
see you later on?
Yeah, at the, uh the autopsy.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
At the autopsy.
All right.
[groans] Try and get some sleep.
Yeah, okay.
[light music]
[sighs]
So, what do you reckon?
Door knock now or is it too early?
Yeah.
Yeah, we might as well wake people up.
Not many doors to knock on out here.
I think we're looking
for anything suspicious
between 10 to 12 days ago, according
to Ihaka, initially, at least.
Do you think this was
done by the same person?
The leather ties make
me think it's related.
But other than that,
nothing makes any sense,
except for the history.
Fucking families.
It's always fucking families
on some fucking level.
Um, that door knock happening now?
All right, door knock.
Get into it.
[sighs]
You okay?
Yeah, yeah.
Fucking fantastic.
Um, well, I got the
door knock happening.
And now that it's light outside,
I guess we should check the surrounds?
Okay, yeah.
We're going to need to find
out who's next to Canter.
Yes.
Maybe Janice at the
museum can help with that.
Can can I leave that with you?
Sure.
And, um, can I take the CI car?
I just need to go and see my mum.
There's something I should
have done last night.
It's a long story.
You can get a ride back with Hoana?
Okay. No problem.
The keys, Simon.
Oh, right.
Thank you.
[sighs]
[suspenseful music]
♪
[knocking]
Anais, you all right?
Yeah, I just, um, forgot my smart key.
We need to talk.
Oh, well, we're in
the middle of brunch,
if you want to join us.
Hi, Maja.
Hi.
Mrs. Stratford?
Almost.
Stafford.
You went to school with my daughter.
Oh.
Nice brunch?
Yes, it's lovely.
Mm-hmm.
Mm, must be nice to set your own hours.
Anais!
I, um, saw Luke last
night at a restaurant.
He was checking out the
competition or something.
Yeah, well, he likes
to be across things.
New places popping up all the time.
I'll, um, wait in the kitchen, Mum.
I think we should get going.
Oh, no, no, no. Let's finish.
Yeah, no she's she's right.
We can just show ourselves out.
Um, it seems like it might be urgent.
- No, I'm sorry.
- It's fine.
It's fine.
Come on.
Bye.
You have no right to come
barging in here like that.
You were so rude to Maja.
[scoffs] Please.
Maja's a big girl.
She can look after herself.
She already has.
Oh, with Luke, you mean?
Well, since she married
him with his backing,
she has made a huge
success of her life.
Oh, what, unlike me?
I didn't say that.
You didn't have to.
Anyway, look at Luke.
Didn't take him long to
switch horses, did it?
What does that say
about a perfect match?
You left him, Anais.
What is it with Luke?
Why is he still so important to you?
Because unlike others, Luke has
been very supportive since I
lost your father and Lynne.
Why didn't you tell me about Lynne?
What are you talking about?
You had to have known she was on meth.
You can't hide an addiction like that.
What?
She was using the lodge, Mum.
I found her stash.
Not just dexies meth.
Is that why she died?
Was she driving when she was high?
Lynne was not on drugs.
She worked for a fucking chemist!
She was studying to be a pharmacist.
Exactly!
She knew where to get the dexies.
Where'd she get the meth from?
You had to have noticed something, Mum.
You had to have seen something.
What are you accusing me of?
Don't you think that if I'd
known your sister was on drugs,
I would have done
anything to protect her?
And the family's reputation.
[scoffs]
[sighs]
Look, Mum, I am just trying to find
out what happened to her.
She died in an accident.
I think there's more to it.
She died in a fucking accident!
And I am trying to help, but
you have to be honest with me.
I know that you're hurting.
No, you don't.
You have no idea.
Can you just go?
Just go.
[crying]
[tense music]
♪
It's me.
Can we talk?
No, it would be very upsetting, I know.
Yeah, well, it's been difficult
ever since she got back.
I mean, I'll try talking to her,
but I don't think it's gonna help.
Look, uh, why don't you put on
some coffee and I'll swing by?
No, no, no, no.
It's no problem.
I'm already on my way.
Okay, bye.
Hey.
I was just coming to see you.
Sorry, babe.
I was just on my way out.
I've got a meeting.
Oh, okay.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, I just had a run-in
with Anais at Veronica's.
Well, run-in more of a freeze-out.
What happened?
She's just abrupt.
She seemed pretty stressed out.
She said she saw you last night?
[tense music]
Uh, yeah, briefly.
She was at the restaurant
I went to go check out.
Yeah, she said.
You didn't mention it.
Well, I didn't even think about it.
I mean, she was having
dinner with someone.
I was leaving.
I just stopped and said hi.
Who was she with?
Uh, some guy Cooper?
I think he works with her.
Mm, he's the pathologist.
Mm, right.
Okay.
Okay.
Now I've got to get to my meeting.
All right. Won't be long.
- Love you.
- Love you, too.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Dr. Mehrtens.
Uh, sorry.
Um
Anais Mallory.
Goodness.
Come in, please.
Thanks.
Through there.
[birds chirping]
[bee buzzing]
A garden and a library
everything you need.
Cicero, I think.
You know, you've hardly
changed at all, my dear.
And I had no idea you
were back in Queenstown.
Yeah, for a while now.
Well, that must be a great
comfort to your mother.
I'm sure.
Oh, how's young Cooper going?
I always thought he'd turn out
to be a very able successor.
He is. Yeah.
Ah.
- He speaks very highly of you.
- Oh.
[chuckles] Well, that's nice to hear.
I'm I'm sorry to intrude,
but it's important.
Ah.
Well, then, straight to business.
How can I help?
Some things have recently
come to light in regards
to my sister's death.
Hmm.
Oh, yeah.
It was tragic.
It was a terrible thing.
Yes.
You did the autopsy.
I did, yes.
In the report, there was
no mention of any drugs
in Lynne's system.
No, there was not.
But it's since come to
light that she actually
did have a drug habit, so.
There were no traces of drugs
in her system to the extent
that they might have
contributed to the accident,
which the police believed
to have been speed-related.
And that's "speed" as in
driving too fast, not the drug.
But there were traces of meth?
Hmm.
You have to understand, my
dear, I've known your family
ever since you moved here.
I counted your father as my friend.
And he found me this cottage.
Right.
- And his death had been
- it was a terrible thing.
It was dreadful.
And then your sister,
barely two years later.
And it would have shattered
your mother to learn
that Lynne had a problem.
And as I said, the traces we
did find were insignificant.
So I was persuaded to leave
them out of the report.
Persuaded?
By who?
[suspenseful music]
I I misspoke.
I meant I persuaded myself.
It was insignificant.
You know, when they're in full bloom,
the brightest colored
ones have the least scent.
It's glorious.
♪
Okay, I will need to do
a full-layered dissection
of his neck, Anjali.
If you could just give
me a few minutes, please.
- I'll get set up.
- Great.
Thank you.
Hi.
Hey.
Uh, any progress?
Yeah, yeah.
Um, a more detailed
examination should confirm,
but I can tell that there
is major blunt force
damage to the laryngeal cartilage
and a broken hyoid bone.
He's also missing two
teeth, and his left earlobe
is badly torn.
And his throat has been cut, right?
Mm-hmm.
Could that have been done with an awl?
A small, pointy thing?
No, it was a knife.
Very sharp, no serrations.
Cut left to right.
And that was done postmortem.
The damage to his throat would
have compromised his airway,
so he died from asphyxiation.
So someone watched him die
slowly and then cut his throat?
Yeah.
[sighs]
We think Mr. Templeton
died about 10 days ago.
I can't believe it.
[crying] He was a grumpy
bugger, but nice enough.
He put together some great
things for the displays.
And no immediate
family that you know of?
Oh.
Not close, no.
He had a half-brother, I think,
from his dad's first marriage.
But they weren't in touch.
Half-brother?
Same surname?
Obviously.
His dad's first marriage.
And can you remember his
brother's Christian name?
Um [breathing quickly]
Look, she's upset.
Just give her some time.
All right, well, perhaps you
can tell me something, then.
Martyn.
[clears throat]
Did, uh, Edward
Templeton wear any jewelry?
- Well, I'm not sure.
- Oh, yes, he did.
Come on, Martyn.
It's a big signet ring with an E on it.
And the earring it
was a big hoopy thing.
Which ear?
Can you remember?
Left.
And the ring and
earring, were they gold?
I don't think so. Silver.
Right.
He had a couple of gold
teeth, though, up front.
Is that right?
Thanks, Janice.
Hey, if you've got a minute, Martyn,
Detective Sergeant
Mallory would like a word
too, back at the museum.
[whimsical music]
You wanted to see me, Detective?
Hey, Martyn.
Why'd you replace the hammer?
I told ya.
And when did you notice it was missing?
When you pointed it out.
- Charraig Mhor Farmstays
- that's your business.
Family business.
Yeah, why?
So you have a business
link to the Templetons
recent or historical?
Well, both if you must know.
My grandmother was a Templeton.
My grandfather, Walter
Furnley, married her.
They owned the farm.
It's not a working farm anymore.
And why Charraig Mhor?
I don't know.
It's, uh, what what
it's always been called,
what they called all
their different businesses
over the years.
All over town, people kept their names
when they took them on.
What what's this all about?
It's about you deliberately trying
to put us off track in regards
to Liam Templeton's murder.
Why did you do that?
Is it because he's your ancestor?
It was over 150 years ago.
Who cares?
Yeah, it might have
been over 150 years ago,
but that doesn't mean
it's not relevant.
[suspenseful music]
I looked it up.
Charraig Mhor is an
Anglicization of Carrigmore,
or "Big Rock," like that
nugget you showed us.
Anais, Ed Templeton had a half-brother.
Janice remembered his name, Nathan.
Nathan Templeton.
And Ed had two gold teeth.
Ihaka has confirmed Ed Templeton's
teeth weren't knocked out.
They were extracted.
Damage to his gums
indicates leverage forwards.
First, constipation and
now dental procedures.
I think we should
test those little gold
nuggets from the grave again
for traces of dental cement.
You think they're teeth?
They don't look like teeth.
No, they look like they could
have been melted down or beaten
out of shape with a hammer.
It's worth testing.
Yeah, I'll get it happening.
And we need to find
the original hammer that
the blacksmith was holding.
If that's what was used,
it might have traces on it.
Why would someone do
something so elaborate, though?
People treasure their
links to the past.
Maybe this is generational,
feud down history.
The Templetons making good on the back
of theft and murder and still
thriving celebrated even.
The Connerys forced into abject poverty
and still doing it
tough to this very day.
So they take revenge.
Kirsten Raynor saw one
of the Connery brothers
doing martial arts, and Ed
Templeton's throat was crushed
by blunt force, so either
one of the Connery brothers
could have done that.
According to the doc's timeline,
Ed was killed before Sean
was locked in the tunnel.
A revenge killing.
Why not?
But why was Sean Connery
killed and left in the mine?
Now there's Templeton's
half-brother, too
Nathan.
Bit of a brawler himself.
Two serious assaults, one resulting
in a six-month stint in OSCF.
We need to find him
and Michael Connery, too.
Let's get that second
poster run happening.
Already is.
I used the image of Michael
from Janice's CCTV footage.
Hoana and Jarrod are on it.
Ah.
Look at you.
[lighthearted music]
♪
Oh.
I know how you feel.
But I was up all night working.
What's your excuse?
Um, yeah, same.
Yeah.
Yeah?
Up all night, uh, on night duty.
Me, too.
Off home for breakfast in bed, as
opposed to bed and breakfast.
- [chuckles]
- Bad joke.
[sighs]
No, it's a good one.
Mm, needs work.
Um, you a nurse or
Yeah.
Uh, Lakes District Hospital.
Cool.
Kind of.
Uh, well, make sure you get some sleep.
Yeah, you too.
But not now, obviously,
'cause you're working.
- No.
- [laughs]
- Yeah.
- When when you can.
Uh, you you forget
your complex or
No.
Uh, no.
I think I've seen him, that man.
Yeah, he was a bit of
a mess, but I think
he was brought into emergency.
[light music]
Stay on Nathan.
We need to locate him.
And get Hoana to bring Jarrod here.
Keys?
He gave his name as Conway.
No ID.
He was brought in by
ambulance late yesterday.
He'd collapsed.
A cleaning lady found him
at the old flour mill.
Collapsed?
I thought he'd been injured.
His face was bruised, but
the bruises were days old.
He collapsed because of
a puncture wound to his
Sorry, sorry.
Puncture wound?
Was that from a knife or
Screwdriver maybe?
Also days old.
It had become badly infected.
He's resisting further treatment.
But he's still very
sick and quite volatile,
so just be careful.
Okay, will do.
Thanks, Doctor.
It's this one here?
[knocking]
Mr. Connery?
I'm Detective Sergeant Anais Mallory
from the Queenstown Police.
It is, um, Connery, isn't it?
Not Conway?
Yeah, I gave a bum name
because I didn't want
to get tangled up in anything.
Okay?
I got beaten up going home from a bar.
I didn't see who did it.
I couldn't tell you anything.
So
Mr. Connery, when was the
last time you saw your brother?
Why? What's he done now?
What's happened?
I'm sorry to inform
you, your brother is dead.
[tense music]
♪
No.
Are you sure?
- Where's
- Hey.
Where's Sean? Oh
I'll get the doctor if you want,
but you do need to stay in bed.
Ah!
[sighs]
His body is in safe hands.
He was found in a gold mine tunnel.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck. Oh, god.
We're trying to figure
out what happened to him.
Do you know anything about that?
No.
How would I know anything?
The bruises on your face.
I'm sorry, but I have to ask you,
did you get into a
fight with your brother?
No, no.
Sean and I were good. Okay?
I mean I mean, we're brothers.
We argue about stuff
sometimes, but we were good.
I wouldn't mess with him anyway.
He's into that taekwondo shit.
The doctor said you came
in because of sepsis from
an untreated puncture wound.
How did you get that?
I told you, I was attacked.
You said beaten up.
Yeah, and stabbed.
Look, I don't give a
shit who did it, okay?
I just want to get out of here.
I want to take my brother Sean home.
Yeah, I can understand that.
And the sooner we find
out what happened to Sean,
the sooner we can do that.
You said mine tunnel?
In Arrowtown.
He was locked in.
He tried to dig his way out.
There was a collapse.
He was pinned by rockfall, and he died.
[crying]
Your great, great grandfather
also died in Arrowtown,
didn't he?
Yeah, one more great,
but yeah, we, um
we came out here to see
where, to pay our respects.
And leave gold at his grave?
What?
What do you mean?
Do you know Edward Templeton?
No.
He is a direct descendant of Edmund
Templeton, the man
who killed your great,
great, great grandfather.
Is there any way that he could
have locked Sean in that mine?
Did Sean get into a fight
with him, or was that you?
I've never even heard of the guy.
Okay?
Look, can [panting] I'm
having trouble breathing.
Can you get a doctor, please?
Okay.
Just take take it easy, okay?
Yeah, the doctor's with him now.
I need a search warrant for
Villa 4 at the old flour mill.
ASAP, boss.
Yesterday, if possible.
Okay. Thanks.
- Bye.
- Detective.
How's it going?
I wanna put Michael Connery under watch
in case he disappears again
or someone tries to kill him.
You're it.
Try not to fall asleep.
Oh, it's one yawn.
Been up all night at that barn.
We all were.
You don't need to
engage with him, okay?
Just keep an eye on him.
- Make sure he doesn't leave.
- Yeah.
It's important, Jarrod.
Yeah. No worries.
[engine starting]
What are you guys going to be doing?
Actually gonna work, hopefully.
Oh.
Okay, thanks.
Yeah, bye.
The owner said his car's
still in its parking spot
a blue Nissan.
Okay.
Shall we?
Yeah, the room's been serviced,
but all his gear is still in there.
They couldn't say when they'd be back.
The only thing worth
noting was a missing towel.
Well, that's not so unusual.
Hotels complain about that
sort of thing all the time.
Record time with the warrant, eh?
Yeah.
Murder tends to carry a bit of weight.
Shall we?
Yeah.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Hmm.
Two sets of underwear.
Clothes hanging up are
split into two as well.
He was expecting his brother.
Oh.
Well, at least we know
where the towel went.
Ooh.
That was one nasty infection.
Take photos.
Painkillers.
Look.
[camera shutter clicking]
It's locked.
What's his birthday?
I don't know.
We'd need his driver's license.
Or 300668.
Oh, dear.
What are you, a psychic?
It's the date of Liam Connery's murder.
This pair are very
fixated on their ancestor.
And look.
He's been calling his brother.
Every hour for days.
Okay, see how they're going
getting into Sean's phone.
Get them to try that code.
On it.
[metal clank]
[metal clank]
[suspenseful music]
♪
Hoana, forget the phone.
We need to get to the hospital now.
♪
Hey! Hey.
Excuse me, sir. No, no, no.
- No, no
- Oof!
You all right? Oi!
You okay?
[grunting]
[screams]
[bang]
What happened?
He came out of his room.
I called out to him.
And then he was gone.
Look, Doc, I'm gonna be fine.
Just lie down, Jarrod.
It's just embarrassing, you know?
He wasn't exactly the Hulk, was he?
Well, he lied to Anais.
Obviously, he's the one with
the martial arts training.
Right.
Anyway, I'll I'll be fine.
Yep.
Eventually, yes, but we'll be keeping
Constable Renner in overnight
for observation, Sergeant.
He most certainly has a concussion.
All right.
No, I'm good to go.
So lie down.
Thank you, Doctor.
Knocked out by a flea, eh?
And a sick one, too.
Fleas can actually carry up to 150,000
times their own body weight.
Little fun fact.
Awesome, Sarge.
A way to kick a man while he's down.
[suspenseful music]
[sighs]
"I'm not the one you're after.
It was Sean.
I've done nothing.
I won't go to jail."
You think this is legitimate?
[sighs] Who knows?
Maybe he figured out
who killed his brother,
and he's going after them?
In which case, you better
bloody well round him up again.
His things are still at
the old flour mill, so.
Simon will meet you there.
He's got a location
for Nathan Templeton.
Great. Go.
[tires squealing, revving]
[siren wails]
[dramatic music]
Gone.
Okay, get into town,
check traffic cams.
See if we can find it.
Already got the rego
from the check-in details.
So let's put it out
with a warrant to arrest.
Yeah.
Don't get out.
He's been back here.
His rental is gone.
Hoana is on it.
He's dangerous, possibly unstable.
- Where's Nathan?
- Out by Gibson.
- Way up.
- Let's go.
Put your foot down.
[revving]
[siren wailing]
You think he's going after
Ed Templeton's half-brother
- as well?
- Yeah.
I think that note was just buying time.
Throwing his dead
brother under the bus.
Pretty cynical.
Or pretty unwell.
How's Renner?
He'll be all right.
Concussion.
If he has a brain, I suppose.
Anything from the Connerys?
Yeah, yeah, Sharon finally managed
to get in touch with
their uncle and grandma,
passed on the bad news.
Get this passed away yesterday.
They were close.
I wonder if Michael knows.
Maybe this whole thing is just him
getting closure for his
granddad, the ancestor thing.
Yeah, maybe.
How'd you find Nathan Templeton?
I'm a detective.
[sirens blaring]
This is it, Nathan Templeton's place.
[revving]
Pull over.
That's his car.
Kill the lights.
Better be ready for anything.
[gun loading]
[tense music]
♪
Anything?
No.
Hey.
Light.
Let's go.
I mean, look at this
place, still standing
after all these years.
That's solid and still in the family.
Eh, Nathan?
They would have been nice
and cozy back then, your lot
and the Irish and the Chinese,
living in shacks and humpies
and freezing their asses off.
You wanna see something, do you?
'Cause I've got something I
really want you to see, Nathan.
You see this little fella here?
That's my granddad.
[muffled groaning]
And you see the big
man standing next to him?
That's his granddad.
He was a miner, too.
Poor his whole life.
Worked himself to death.
And see, it was his father
that your great, great
whatever the fuck ancestor murdered,
right after he stole his future
from him, my family's future.
And that little boy, he never forgot.
He never forgave.
He's dying now.
And I made him a promise,
Nathan, that before he goes,
I was gonna make you bastards pay.
Oh, for a drunk, you have
shit taste in whiskey, Nathan.
Ah.
[sniffles] See, my
brother and I, we came
out here to end the story
in different ways, though.
He wanted to see where Liam
worked, pay his respects,
leave a little bit
of gold at the grave.
I mean, I played along with
it, but I was just pretending
because I had other plans
because my granddad,
this little boy
[muffled whimpering]
Look at him!
He has waited a long,
long time for revenge,
Nathan, which means you
you are gonna die slow.
[dramatic music]
Painful, just like your brother.
I killed him slow.
What do you say, Nathan?
Where shall we start, eh?
No, wait.
Step away from him, Michael.
Detective.
I was just giving Nathan
here a little history lesson
about the importance of family legacy
and how secrets and lies ruin us.
I was just about to right a whole lot
of past wrongs, Detective.
Just like you did to his brother?
Half-brother.
Genealogy is important, Officer.
Echoes of history and all that.
I made damn sure his
brother understood.
And now here we all
are, in the very place
his family built from
what they stole from mine.
Because it wasn't just
the nugget, Detective.
It was our history.
It was our legacy.
It was our fucking future!
Well, yep.
Michael, I get it.
Okay?
I do, I do.
Families, they fuck you up.
Trust me, I get it.
But this has gone too far, okay?
Yeah?
We need to take you in.
And get you some
psychological help, too,
- I imagine.
- [shouting]
Ah!
Hey, hey, hey!
This stops now, okay?
Yeah, yeah, okay.
Yeah?
Okay.
I'm done.
I'm done.
Yeah.
[grunts]
[clattering]
[grunting]
Check on Templeton!
Yeah.
[dramatic music]
[engine starting]
Shit!
[revving]
Fuck!
[crashing]
Michael.
Michael.
Michael?
[panting] Are you okay?
[light music]
It's over.
Okay?
It's over.
♪
[sniffles]
[groans]
Michael Connery, you're gonna
be arrested for the murder
of Edward Templeton,
the attempted murder
of Nathan Templeton,
and the manslaughter
of your brother, Sean.
Fair enough.
That last one, anyway.
How did you work it out?
It was a puzzle.
We saw you and your
brother fighting on CCTV.
You seemed to have different agendas.
He was enthusiastic about the history.
You weren't.
What was the gold that he
brought with him all about?
He wanted to put that
in Liam's grave, you know?
Return what was stolen.
And it would have only
been a token 'cause
any tribute had to come
from them, the Templetons.
That's why he took
Ed's teeth and buried
them at Liam's grave.
So you'd already killed Ed
by the time you persuaded
Sean to visit that mine.
I'd already stolen the
key when Sean was off
panning for gold or some shit.
So you get him through
the first gate, put him
in some kind of chokehold or something,
and you tie his wrists with the cord
that you got from Ed's place.
So then why take Ed
Templeton's ring and earring?
To show Grandad my proof.
We have some more sad news
about that, unfortunately.
[somber music]
Your grandfather's gone.
I'm sorry.
He passed away yesterday.
What a waste.
All of this for
[sniffles]
Sean was getting suspicious.
After I killed Ed Templeton,
he knew something had happened.
I had to get him out
of the way, you know?
I had to lock him up, so I
could finish what I started.
Hey, there he is.
Wakey, wakey, Sean.
How you feeling, man?
All that fucking gold.
Sean, all that gold.
Yeah?
It's our gold, Sean.
And there needs to be justice, mate.
You know it.
And it needs to come from
I told you.
I bloody told you, no.
That's crazy!
That's not crazy, Sean.
Look, I want you
I want you to swallow this.
All right?
That's how you'll get it back.
The key comes out, you come out,
and by then, I'll have finished
doing what needs to be done.
You listen to me.
This is madness.
Think about what you are doing.
- All right?
- Hey, hey.
This is madness.
And I'm not
Sean, Sean, Sean look,
I am doing this, okay, Sean?
So just swallow the key, and
I'll cut you loose, all right?
It took about, um, half an hour or so,
but eventually, he swallowed the key.
He thought he had me, see?
Mm, the farm.
Yeah, the farm.
[grunts]
Here you go.
Here.
Drink up.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You might wanna go easy on that, mate.
You could be here for a couple of days.
I'm gonna kill you
when I get out of here.
- [laughs]
- Yeah, yeah.
Because all I have to
do is call the cops
and I'll be out of here
in an hour, so fuck you!
Hey, Sean.
How are you gonna call the cops, mate?
[laughs]
This is nuts.
I waited my whole
life to do this, Sean,
and so did Granddad.
And the only difference
is the only difference
is, Sean, that he never
got a chance to set
things right for our family.
But I can.
[grim music]
See you in a couple of days.
Michael.
Michael!
Michael, don't you do this!
Michael!
Michael!
Michael, don't you do it!
Come back and fuck!
Jesus!
So you turn off the phone and tell him
you'll take it to the police center
so he can call you when he gets out.
Then took the keys back to the museum,
pulverized Ed Templeton's teeth,
take them to Liam's
grave, go after Nathan.
But before you can get to him, you
get sick from the wound it gave you.
And then Sean never showed up.
I went back to the gate
a couple of days later.
I called I called him.
He never answered.
Those bloody Templetons.
Just another one to the list.
No, no.
They didn't do this.
You did.
We have the hammer you stole
and the jewelry and this.
And that's why you are
going to die painfully,
just like your brother.
I killed him slow.
24 carat proof.
There's no need for all
this to be dredged up anymore.
Charraig Mhor brand getting
dragged through the mud,
the bloody Connery's.
That was years ago!
I didn't steal his nugget.
Martyn, what are you doing here?
I can see it all popping up
in the press all over again.
So you interfered
with her investigation?
I'm sorry, okay?
Anyway, you caught the
bugger, didn't you?
Yeah, we did, lucky for you.
Thanks for the flowers.
Get out of here.
[light music]
♪
[gentle music]
Hi.
Sorry to wake you.
I have to do obs, pulse,
that kind of thing.
Oh, um, I think you'll find
my pulse is up a bit now.
I heard about what happened.
How are you feeling?
Okay?
Oh.
I think I'd feel better if
I'd actually stopped him.
He was some black belt 7th darn thing.
Whatever that means.
Hmm, it means you were up against it.
I'm only a brown belt myself.
[inaudible]
Oh, wicked.
Want a piggy?
Oh, it is a piggy.
And, um, that actually was
my plan all along, yeah,
end up in here.
I knew you'd be on duty.
Um, get some rest.
Sure.
[lighthearted music]
♪
Flowers?
Really?
You were in the hospital.
Oh.
Thanks.
Oh.
Sorry.
How are the ribs?
Yep, making their presence
felt. Oh, you're doing
- this on purpose, aren't you?
- No.
I promise.
Okay.
[laughs]
[groans]
I need a drink.
Would you, um, like to join me?
Um, you should rest and,
um, got reports to write up.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, listen, um while
they were taping me up,
I got a call
the read on those prints
from that baggie of meth.
Yeah?
Yeah, I I don't really
know how to put this.
Um, there's two sets.
One's a woman's most likely
smaller, higher ridge count.
Any ID?
No.
No, no matches.
- But the other set
- Let me guess
Luke Staunton?
He's on file?
No, he's not.
They're not his.
They belong to a man who's been in jail
for over two years, Anais.
Alan Souter, the guy
who killed your father.
[dramatic music]
♪
[theme music]
♪
[woman vocalizing]
♪