The Brokenwood Mysteries (2014–…): Season 7, Episode 6 - Here's to You, Mrs. Robinson - full transcript

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

Hey. Hi!

Rrrr!

Ah.

Morning, Maddy.

Morning!

Have you seen Anne?

Maybe outside having a smoke?

Anne.

You out here, love?

Jesus Christ!



Anne!

Anne!

Oh, Anne!

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

I have been working
on some stanzas.

Maybe you'd like to come?

Uh, sounds interesting.

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

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

Um, action stations.

Hodges has called through
a suspicious death.

622 Tullamore Rise.

Uh, hold that thought, Gina,

but best be on standby
until we know what we have.



I'm always ready for you, Mike.

Ugh.

Uh, let's get to it, team.

Uh, Senior.
Call for you. Urgent.

- Seriously?
- Line one.

I'll catch up.

Copy that.

Mike Shepherd.

Yeah, I'm listening.

I can do that.

But don't tell me the address.

I'm going to give you a number.
Text it to that.

Well, where the hell he's going?

Yep. He's going the wrong way.

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

Yeah, well, I blame
early-onset dementia.

Shall I, uh, message him?

No, he'll be deep in the lyric

of some country song
about a lonesome highway.

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

Shall we wait for the boss?

No.

I've got this.

Copy that.

She was found
in the pool, right?

You're not going to
do that talking thing

that Mike does, are you?

It's a yard glass, right?

Yeah, rite of passage
for all Kiwis turning 21.

- You did one?
- I did. Not like this.

I imbibed the traditional way...
Through the mouth.

I doubt she was
trying to imbibe.

She's hardly 21.

Drunk person staggers,
trips on a yard glass,

pours into spa pool.

Freak accident, you reckon?

Probably not.

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

Way too slow.

- Family?
- Yeah, around the back.

Hi. I'm Detective Kristin Sims.

- This is D.C. Chalmers.
- Kia or a.

We understand how hard
this must be for you all,

so we'll keep this
as brief as possible.

Can I ask who found
Mrs. Robinson?

I did.

I'm her husband, Jim.

Jim, I'm so sorry for your loss.

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

Uh, after everyone
left the party.

Oh, take care.

Thanks for coming.

Thanks for the excellent party,
Anne!

What time was this?

See you at their 42nd!

It all wound down
around 2:30 a.m.

Then we went to bed.

I thought they'd never leave.

No one likes to leave
a great party,

and I throw
the best parties, Jim.

You know that.

That was the last I saw her.

In the bedroom.

Somewhere around, um,
3:00 a.m., I guess.

And this morning?

I woke up.

I went outside.

And there she was.

- Well, she hadn't been to bed?
- What?

- No, no, I suppose she didn't.
- What's your name?

Fraser.

You alright there, Fraser?

I, uh, can't move my legs.

Okay.
You're in shock, my friend.

I want you to take
some big deep breaths.

He took something.

Shut up, Maddy.

It's true.

- Drugs?
- I don't know.

You want to tell me
what you took there?

Where's... Where's Sascha?

- Sascha being?
- His girlfriend.

Got to find her.

Can you stand up for me there?

Yeah, I'm trying to!
Can't you see that?

Okay, need to get an ambulance
for this guy.

Where's Sascha?
You need to find Sascha.

She wasn't here
when Dad woke us.

Uh, perhaps she went home.

This is her home.

Yeah, Sascha lives
with the Robinsons.

Please!
She could be lying somewhere.

Okay, can you stay
with Olivia for me?

Thanks.

It seems someone's
unaccounted for.

Let's take a look around.

What have you got?

Um, middle-aged woman

found dead in a spa pool
impaled by a yard glass.

A homicide? Oh, yeah.

Gina's taking a look now.

If you need extra help,
call Hughes at HQ.

Of course.

Um...

Is everything... okay?

There's something I need to do.

I can't say any more.

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

Of course, we won't know
she was drinking

until toxicology comes through.

Where is Mike?

I don't know.

What she said.

It is unusual
that he is not here.

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

Now, obviously time of death

is going to be
extremely helpful on this one.

From initial
witness information,

it's got to be
between 3:00 a.m. and 9:00 a.m.

Mike never entertains guesswork.

But just at first glance,

would you say internal bleeding
as cause of death?

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

Only I will be doing
any cutting.

Now, please.
You are making too much noise.

Boss! You need to see this!

I'm guessing
this will be Sascha?

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

We can get through this.

Mr. Robinson.

We need to close
this whole property off.

It's a crime scene.
Do you understand?

Now, Victim Support
are on their way,

but is there anywhere
that you can stay

while we examine the scene?

Uh, what about Suzie's?

Yes, yeah.
We have somewhere we can go.

A family friend's place.
I'm sure that'll be fine.

Okay, good.

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

We need to get further detail
about last night

as soon as possible.

Thank you.
You've been very kind.

I have already discovered
something of great interest.

Let's have it, then.

Perhaps we should wait for Mike.

We'll be waiting for some time.

How long?

How long is a piece of string?

I have no interest in
playing games involving string.

Had Victim A been alive

when impaled
by the broken glass bulb,

then it would have been
filled with blood

as the neck of the glass
penetrated the abdominal aorta.

Even if she was lying down?

The effect would have been
a geyser,

filling like an inverted
decanter of claret.

But the bulb shows
no sign of blood?

Other than around the shaft
at the point of penetration.

So she was already dead?

Yes, because the heart
was not pumping blood

through the arteries.

So if the yard glass
didn't kill her, what did?

She died the same way
Victim B did.

Stabbed by the same fondue fork

to a different place
on the body.

That place being?

Downward thrust, the two tines
penetrated the heart.

Death would have been
very quick.

Whereas with Victim B, although
the wound is more superficial,

it would have been lethal.

When you say superficial...

A small puncture
to the jugular vein.

Stabbed?

Or a glancing blow.

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

She bled out? Yes.

Over how long?

Without first aid,
maybe three to seven minutes.

So withfirst aid,
she could have been saved?

It's possible.

Thanks, Gina.

Are you going to
the Poetry and Pizza night

at the Snake and Tiger?

Um...

It's not high on our list
of priorities.

Probably wise.

I think it's best suited

for people who are serious
about poetry.

So the offender stabbed
Mrs. Robinson with a fork.

She falls onto the yard glass,
impaling herself,

keels over into the spa pool.

Meanwhile, perhaps
Sascha witnesses this.

The offender gives chase,

slashes her with the fork,
and leaves her to die.

Couple of issues.

Firstly, why didn't Sascha

stumble back toward the house
for help?

She was hiding
from the offender.

Left it too late.
Lost consciousness.

And secondly...

The stand is still upright.

If Anne Robinson
had fallen onto it,

the stand would be
lying on the ground.

Mm-hmm, and, as Gina said,
the victim was already dead

by the time the glass
entered her abdomen,

which means the offender
killed her, then impaled her.

That's a cheery thought.

Wow.

They really embraced the decade.

If the smoking didn't kill you,
the cholesterol might've.

Oh.

I am not sure
that's a good time.

Next best thing to CCTV.

One angle is the offender
stabbed Anne Robinson

and stabbed Sascha Montgomery.

One a forceful stab,
the second more of a gash,

perhaps suggesting they were in
a hurry, possibly interrupted.

Fingerprints came back with
nothing conclusive on the fork.

Evidence only
of multiple prints,

suggesting it was
excellent fondue.

I'm not sure those two words
belong together.

Mm.

I guess we start with statements
from the whanau.

Find out what went down
at that party,

aside from '70s rock
and potpourri.

Sims. A Glenn Tyson to see ya.

Glenn? Hi.

Hey, heading down
to the Snake and Tiger later.

Wondered if you still fancied
that game of pool.

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

I've... I've got a bit on.

- On a Sunday?
- Yeah.

Right. Stolen cars and
graffiti at the train station?

A double homicide at a 21st.

Yeah, I'll be working late.

Oh. Okay.

Wow. That sounds heavy.

Uh, good luck with that.

Another time maybe?

Sure. Maybe.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Uh, where were we?

I was just wondering
because the phrase

"still fancy that game of pool"

implies the invitation
had already been extended.

Mm, quite the detective,
aren't we?

You in the property market?

Glenn.

Hi. Um, yeah, I-I guess I am.

Good for you.

There comes a time when
you have to make a choice

to put down roots,

you know, get a roof
over your head that is your own.

How 'bout you?

Oh, I'm just keeping
my options open.

But if you want to, um,
get a beer sometime

or a game of pool or both...

Oh, wow. Um, you never know.

Didn't you say
that guy had form?

No. His ex-girlfriend did.

Glenn Tyson is just
an acquaintance

with a knack for bad timing.

Another angle is
Sascha Montgomery

stabbed Anne Robinson

and then walked into the trees
and topped herself.

Murder/suicide.

You're full of
cheery thoughts today.

We need to know out about
Sascha Montgomery's mental state

and why she might have wanted
to kill Anne Robinson.

You can see him.

He's alert,
but physically he's suffering

from a mild form of paresis.

Which is?

His body thinks it's paralyzed.

It's not, but the limbs
aren't responding

to the commands
sent by the brain.

Dr. Lee, is this
a temporary thing?

I'm confident it is.

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

Christ.

I'm waiting
on further blood tests.

- I'll know more then.
- Thanks.

Jim, I understand
that you and your wife

were down as next of kin
for Sascha Montgomery.

Well, she had no other family.

She was an orphan?

Her parents,
close friends of ours,

were killed in a boating
accident while overseas.

Sascha was staying with us
at the time and

simply never left.

She became one of the family?

She was a good kid
with a bright future.

Did she and your wife get on?

Of course.

Sascha was like
a second daughter.

Who was in a relationship
with your son?

Sascha would never
want to hurt Anne.

- Is that what you're implying?
- No.

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

We are a loving
and dedicated family.

Shall we?

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

We're working on that, Fraser.

As I keep saying,
you can help us

by providing any information
you remember from the party.

Any guests acting strangely,
any disagreements, incidents.

I hate feeling this way.

You've suffered enormous loss.

Having no control over my body.

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

Okay!

Your dad's right.

The sooner they know,
the sooner they can help you,

and the sooner you can help me

and Detective Sims
with our inquiries.

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

And Sascha?

And Sascha.

Okay, look, Fraser,
whatever you've taken,

we're not going to
lock you up for it.

MDMA, cocaine, GBH?

These days we're far more
interested in the supplier,

not the consumer.

Was there a drug supplier
at the party?

Don't be ridiculous!

We want to help you, Fraser.

Help you to help us.

I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

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

And if I'd known,
then I... I never...

I'm tripping out.

On what, Fraser?

Nutmeg.

Sorry, what?

Nutmeg.

Yep. Nutmeg.

The tests just came back
and corroborate that.

You mean people...

Potentially lethal, too.

Nutmeg is a poison?

When ingested
in copious amounts, it can be.

What are the supposed upsides
of overdosing on ground spice?

The chemical within nutmeg,
myristicin,

is potentially psychoactive,

assuming the body
can process it.

A person foolish enough
to try it

would need to ingest
an unpalatable amount.

"Foolish" doesn't even
come close.

"Stupid moron" is my summation.

The things we do
when we're young.

I didn't snort bloody nutmeg.

The good news is,
your son will recover,

but we will need to monitor
for any liver and kidney damage.

Yes, sorry.

There's a lot to take in.

I should get back to Olivia.

God knows how she's coping.

Jim, you've yet
to supply an address

for where you're staying.

Sorry, yes.

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

Of course.

16 Dead Rabbit Lane.

16 Dead Rabbit Lane.
Why does that sound familiar?

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

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

The psycho one.

I thought
we wouldn't meet again.

Wasn't that part of the deal?

You seeing anyone?

Is that any of your business?

No.

But it's all part of moving on.

New beginnings and all that.

Nah, it's just me and the kids.

I still have that old cassette
that you gave me.

Patsy Cline?

I never thought I'd admit this,
but I actually listen to it.

It's so sad, it makes me smile.

Country music
will do that to you.

Nobody's home.

That's weird.

Caleb.

- D.C. Chalmers.
- Detective Kristin Sims.

How could I forget?

Is Jim Robinson here? No.

We were told that
he and his daughter Olivia

were staying at this address.

Well, they changed plans,

went to our family bach
near Riverstone.

Everything alright?

Sure.

Home detention
is a real fun time.

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

So close friend of mine, too.

Yes.

What you saw...

We were hugging, that's all.

I've always been
a very tactile person.

- You understand?
- I do.

I was reaching out.

No doubt.

Holding someone.

It's like holding on.

I'm only just holding on.

Did Mrs. Brantlock attend
the party last night?

Of course.
She wouldn't have missed it.

Like a second mother, really.

We're all falling apart.

What can you do?

It's the funeral home.
I need to...

Please.

Beautiful place you have here.

Thank you.

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

Well, that's hardly surprising,
is it?

- With you, though?
- She's lost her mother, Sascha.

And now she's...

She's?

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

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

Was her boyfriend at the party
last night?

No. No, he wasn't.

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

That's hardly important, is it?

Well, you never know.

Caleb Brantlock.

My son.

A lover's tiff?

Would that have anything to do

with the broken glass
at your home?

And the reason
why you're all here

and not at 16 Dead Rabbit Lane?

Young people can be
so volatile these days.

It's nothing, I'm sure.

And Caleb definitely
wasn't at the party?

How could he be
with that wretched bracelet

around his ankle?

Can you describe the feeling
at the party?

It was wonderful.
Quite simply a great night.

Where were you this morning?

At home, when I got the news.

- With Caleb?
- Yes.

And Jim called me,
utterly distraught.

I should check on him.

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

What did you want to ask?

Well, we're just trying to
understand the family dynamics,

how Sascha fitted in.

Like she'd been there all along.

Mum and Dad thought
she was amazing.

They thought Sascha was
a good influence on Fraser.

Totally.

And what did you think?

She was like a sister, eh?

We should go and see Fraser.
He'll be freaking out.

Wow. Okay.

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

Trudy Neilson.

Yes, I was at the party.

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

What's a mixologist?

A cocktail maker for the guests.

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

It was my job to decant it.

Okay, so come on.
Who's going first tonight?

Well, uh, surely ladies
before gentlemen.

Doubt it.
But I'll be your turner.

No, I should probably do it.

Hey, back in my day,
we couldn't get hold of a yard,

so my brother Ray improvised

with a garden hose
and a kitchen sink.

Oh.

Same effect.

Are you family friends
with the Robinsons?

No, I met Anne here
through her ladies' lunches

she has with her mate
most weeks.

I'm thinking about her future.

So am I!

That's not okay here.

You'll have to go outside
the dining area.

Christ, we areoutside.

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

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

There you go.

I hope you and Tom Collins here

have a short
but lovely life together.

What?

- You ordered a Tom Collins.
- Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

Party going well for you?

Time of my life.

Suzie Brantlock seemed upset
about something?

I'm no nark.

But?

Well, I was surprised
to see her there

after the red wine incident.

Haughty bitch!

Mm!

Any ideas what prompted that?

No. All I know is that
I had to clean it up.

Hello.

I'm Beth.

Mike.

She's been looking forward
to seeing you.

I got here as quickly
as I could.

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

She describes you
as a special friend.

Our relationship is... unique.

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

I'll be back a bit later.
Call me if you need any help.

'Cause I just live close by.

She's in the lounge.

Kia or a, Mike.

Thanks for making the trip.

Has been a while.

I got that postcard
five years back.

From the postmark,
I thought you'd relocated

to the South Island?

Too bloody cold.

The kids wouldn't settle.

Are they doing okay?

All the better
now we got moved here.

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

We're not moving again."

And then...

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

What? Beat it?

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

I wouldn't have
called you otherwise.

I can promise you that.

Then I'm very sorry
to hear that.

Me too.

Been battling this demon
for two years now.

It was always going to be
a one-way street,

but I'm right near
the end of the road now.

You must be tired
after that drive.

You need a cup of tea
or something?

Sure.

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

I'll put the jug on.

How much do the kids know?

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

It was a worse day
having to tell them.

And about the other thing?

What, you mean
why people call me Tania?

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

And his van was held up
by a gang, The White Lords.

They shot and killed
one of Kelv's co-workers.

Kelvin's testimony
was the only thing

that was going to
put the bastard away.

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

Then last night,

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

Kelv tried to defend us,
and he was killed.

I got out with the kids
through a window

and hid under the house.

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

Shh, shh.

Do you think
you could identify him?

It's total.

A new identity, a new start.

Take your time.
It's a very big decision.

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

No one can know.

Not even my own parents?
Are you kidding me?

For the system to work,

to ensure the complete safety
of you and your children,

it's the only way.

If I hadn't seen
that bastard's face,

then the last seven years would
have been completely different.

Kelvin would still
have been gone.

If it wasn't for your testimony,

his killer
would still be at large

and would quite possibly
have terrorized you

and your kids further.

Witness protection
was the only course.

I'm sure of that.

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

All but one.

Do you know who this is?

Oh, the guy in the cowboy hat?

That was that creepy guy.

Mm, some friend of Suzie's.

His name was Clint.

Yeah, we found him crashed out
on our bed.

- Hello.
- Oh, my God!

I found him in my room, too.
He was so wasted.

Hey! Get the hell
out of my room!

And what time was this?

Uh, I don't know. Late.

1:30 in the morning maybe?

Do you think he's the guy?

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

Thanks for your time.
I hope you feel better soon.

Oh, um, did anyone else
get involved

in the nutmeg experiment?

No. I was the only one
dumb enough to try it.

Three packets in a milkshake.

How'd you go
with Suzie Brantlock?

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

I'm on approach
to Dead Rabbit Lane now.

Well, when you find her,

ask her about a friend
of hers named Clint.

He's the guy in the hat.

I hope you don't mind, do you?
It's been a hell of a day.

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

It's good to be honest.

A witness has you arguing
with Anne Robinson

a few days before the party.

Oh. Where was this?

At the Snake and Tiger.

Can you tell me
what it was about?

It was nothing.

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

Do most boisterous lunches
conclude

by throwing a $15 glass
of Pinot Noir

in your friend's face?

Anne and I were besties.

Sometimes we would just
get carried away.

What more can I tell you?

How about the truth?

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

I don't mind broadening
the discussion.

Got something to contribute,
Caleb?

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

That we're lepers.

Ah, enough!

Lepers?

I need a refill.

Anne and I argued about Caleb.

She didn't want to invite him
to the party,

which I thought was unfortunate.

Well, surely that would be
a moot point.

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

Well, what would be so wrong

for him to simply
have been invited

to his girlfriend's 21st?

That's all I was saying.

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

- He can't be invited.
- Why not?

Because it sends
the wrong message!

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

It's not that he can'tcome,

it's that I don't
wanthim to come.

Your son's criminal record
will be a millstone

around his neck
for the rest of his days.

He's not dragging my daughter
down with him.

Oh, face it, Suzie.

Caleb is damaged goods now.

Whiff of loser about him.

You haughty bitch!

Mm!

And you and Anne were
on speaking terms last night?

Of course.
We buried the hatchet.

Thanks for your time.

One more thing.

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

We'd like to talk to him.

Do you have his contact details?

He was my plus-one.

He does odd jobs for me.

He's not Clint, though.
That's an in-joke.

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

Well, I got home at 2:00 a.m.

I don't know about him.
We didn't leave together.

That's his name
and number there.

All the guests had gone
by 2:30 a.m.

Leaving this lot
on the premises.

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

Yet ask anyone,
and Sascha was a golden girl.

Faultless, it would seem.

No sense on why
she would be a target?

Unless the nutmeg made Fraser
do something crazy.

He snapped and took out
his mother and girlfriend.

Remind me to lay off the eggnog
at Christmas.

Jim Robinson said Anne was
in the bedroom at 3:00 a.m.,

but we only have his word
for that.

So we're still working
on the theory

that she died somewhere
between 3:00 a.m. and 9:00 a.m.?

Until Gina says otherwise.

Do we know when Suzie Brantlock
left the party?

Um, according to her,
sometime before 2:00 a.m.

And any possible motive arise
from the red wine incident?

She was angry that Anne

wouldn't invite Caleb
to the party.

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

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

And anything
on the elusive Clint?

I do have some interesting news
on that front.

Clint is actually this guy.

Glenn Tyson was at the party?

He was indeed.

And peace and harmony.

Beautiful.

That's it. That's it, Rua.

And pull it back.

I taught them this
when I first got sick.

They can take it with them
wherever they go.

Still got it.

Ka pai, korua.

Time for bed, eh?

Can you read us a story?

Uh, it would be an honor.
Lead the way.

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

"Drifting between here
and dreamland,

Jive thought to himself,

'Yeah, I do have
the choicest pipi diggers.'

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

A very cool story.

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

It's the book Dad read
the night he got killed.

He doesn't like reading
anything else.

Are you going to
take care of us?

I want to help
the best way I can.

Good night.

There you go.

Ka pai.

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

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

In the meantime,
I will leave you

in the capable hands
of your special friend.

Po marie.

Bye.

Don't hesitate to call me.

- Thanks, Beth.
- Night.

Sit.

I need to reunite with my family

so that my kids have whanau
to look after them.

I need to leave
witness protection.

You don't actually need
my permission.

Good. 'Cause I don't want it.

I want your blessing.

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

It makes no difference to me.
This is about my kids' safety.

I can't

promise that.

I need you to reunite me
with my family.

That is all I'm asking.

My whanauwill take care
of the rest.

What? Is this a cop thing?

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

I'll see what I can do.

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

But I am asking you
to look outfor them.

And that would bring me
a lot of comfort.

Hey! Better late than never!

We can get one in
before closing for sure.

Trudes!

Still working.

Let me have a word
with your superior.

'Cause you work way too hard.

Take it easy, Tyson.
I'm not your garçon.

Fair enough. As you were.

Did you go
to the Robinsons' 21st?

I did. Yeah.
No, I was there, actually.

Yeah, no, it was a...
It was a good party.

- Why's that?
- And you know the Robinsons how?

Well, I don't, to be honest.

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

That friend being
Suzie Brantlock?

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

Gardening, maintenance
'round the house kind of thing.

I met her here, actually.

Off to side's fine.

There's a notice board
over there, too.

Thank you, Trudy.

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

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

So this morning when I mentioned

there'd been a double homicide
at a 21st,

you didn't make that connection?

No. Not really.

I mean, it couldn't have been
the only 21st

in Brokenwood last night.

Being a Saturday.

And why were you
calling yourself Clint, Glenn?

Yeah, um,
I misinterpreted the brief.

I thought it was
a costume party,

so I went as Clint Eastwood
from "A Fistful of Dollars."

You know, introduced myself
to everyone as Clint.

Bit of fun. No harm in that.

What time did you go home?

I don't know.

Try.

Uh, okay.

12:30, maybe?

Yeah, I-I walked home.

Last drinks!
That's last drinks, people.

Hey, time for a quick one,
surely?

Come on.

Still working.

Further fingerprint matches
on the bulb of the yard glass.

Aside from Trudy Neilson,
Sascha Montgomery's are a match

and two others
as yet unidentified.

Sascha the golden stepchild.

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

Yeah, which dilutes the
murder/suicide idea, right?

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

Oh, yeah? Bring it on.

The only potential motive
we have is Suzie Brantlock.

She was angry at Anne
for snubbing her son.

Caleb Brantlock is a sociopath.

Anne's point
wasn't unreasonable.

Well, more than that.

Anne was basically
disowning her.

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

Your kind is not welcome."

They were supposed to be
best friends.

Yeah, but they kissed
and made up.

Well, only according to Suzie.

But what does she do right after
this personal slight?

She conveniently employs
an odd-jobs man

who she brings to the party,
someone nobody knows.

They don't even know
his real name.

Next morning,
Anne Robinson is found dead.

So you're saying Glenn Tyson
is some kind of

handyman assassin?

More of an opportunist.

Maybe she said
she had this side job.

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

What do we know about this guy
other than he drifts into town

and someone dies?

Well, two people die.

How does Sascha Montgomery
fit into this?

Possibly she witnessed it.

Tyson panicked,
and he dealt to her, too.

Mm.

Can I be honest with you?

I would want nothing less.

That is nuts.

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

Okay, I'll get him checked out

by the fingerprints branch
anyway.

If Tyson's are a match
on the yard,

why else would they be there?

Sure.

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

Meaning?

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

Yeah, well, it's not like that.

- It's just...
- Nuts?

- Gina.
- Why are you in Mike's chair?

Excuse me.

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

Does Mike know?

It's his idea.

Hmm. Oh.

Toxicology.

Thank you very much.

Wow, is this number...

Yes, Victim A had more alcohol
in her system

than the Russian Parliament
combined.

She would have been helpless

in putting up resistance
with her perpetrator.

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

There seems to be a faulty
reading in the report.

A very strange
chemical imbalance.

I sent it back for retesting.

And what was it?

You would not understand.

Try me.

I will update when I can.

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

Uh, I can't say.

Can't or won't?

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

Wedon't know where he is.

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

Well, I hope he makes it.

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

Wow. Can we a get a preview?

It's a work in progress.

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

- Mm.
- If you insist.

"There once was man
called Michael."

Whose heart was as big
as Lake Baikal.

He does what he can.

He is a good man.

"Because..."

As I said,
it is a work in progress.

Mm, the missing last line
of a limerick.

Such a tease.

It's not a limerick.
It's a poem.

The last line is tricky
because it needs to rhyme

with "Lake Baikal."

What about
"And he likes to recycle"?

Yes.

It's okay.

Not everyone is naturally gifted
at poetry.

Wow.

Hello?

Uh, Glenn Tyson.

- D.C. Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.
- Yeah?

I need you to come in
and provide your fingerprints.

Why?

We're working through
a process of elimination

at the Robinsons' party.

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

Oh, sure, you don't have to.

It's completely voluntary,
but then again,

you could always pop down
to the station

at your earliest convenience.

Well...

I'm kind of flat out
at the moment

working at the Brantlocks',
so...

Then I'll come to you.

All part of the service.

If we let her
expose her identity,

we need to protect her family.

You know we can't
guarantee that.

Why not?

If that pi