("Dear Leron" by Streets of Laredo) (bicycle chains clicking) (upbeat instrumental music) ♪ You're alive ♪ ♪ As long as the streets are living ♪ ♪ I single you out ♪ ♪ I don't want to wanna go home ♪ ♪ Sun will rise ♪ - Geez, Les.

What's the damn hurry, mate?

(Lester chuckling) - [Cyclist] Not again, Trev.

It just encourages him.

(bicycle chain clicking) ♪ He ain't saying it'll be easy ♪ - You wanna go there do you, bro?

Come on, boy.

(bicycle chain clicking) (Lester chuckling) (Lester cheering) ♪ This broken bell will keep on ringing ♪ ♪ Boy, it's you ♪ ♪ Boy, it's true ♪ (birds chirping) (footsteps rustling on grass) (birds chirping) (glass clinking on gravestone) (plastic bag rustling) - Oh, hello Madison.

- Jean.

- Still come to see your mum, then?

- Yeah, she expects it.

- So many these days forgotten the moment they've gone.

- Well, not Mum.

She'd never stand for that sort of nonsense.

- No, she wouldn't.

(Jean chuckling) - I think she'll be happy knowing I'm still right here where I belong.

(footsteps rustling on grass) - Datura!

(upbeat instrumental music) Really.

(Trevor groaning) - Come on, bro.

Dig it in.

(vehicle engine humming) (tires screeching) (vehicle horn honking) - Hey!

- Hey!

- Let's go.

Game on.

(bicycle chain clicking) - Come on, lads.

- You're on, Mr.. (Trevor grunting) (upbeat instrumental music continues) - Come in, Trevor.

(Trevor laughing) You're not even sweating.

Come on.

(bicycle chain clicking) (upbeat instrumental music continues) Come on, Trevor, you loser.

(Lester cheering) (Lester laughing) (bicycle brakes squeaking) (ominous rumbling music) (bicycle and Lester thudding on floor) - Lester!

Lester!

(sneakers thudding on tar) Lester.

Stay back.

(ominous rumbling music) (electricity buzzing) (screen transition whooshing) (cellphone ringing) - Mike?

- Theoretically, do you think it's possible to train a bull to kill on command?

- You still banging on about that?

- You have to admit that it's intriguing.

- That Collins guy was an idiot.

I thought that was the official verdict.

- Not in those exact words but, yeah.

Essentially, yes.

- So?

- Maybe I'm being too optimistic about the human race, but I find it hard to believe that someone can be that stupid.

- Yeah, well there are some spectacularly stupid people out there.

- I know, but in theory, do you think it's possible to train a bull to kill on command?

- Look Mike, I have to go.

It might be your day off but it it's not mine, and actually, I've got a death to deal with.

- Should I be there?

- No.

No.

It's a middle-aged cyclist.

Pushed it too hard, heart attack.

- So why is CIB involved?

- The uniformed branches stretched so I stepped in.

The good news is Breene lost rock, paper, scissors so I sent him to inform next of kin.

- So you've got time to talk about the bull thing?

(Kristin hesitating) (Kristin imitating static) - We're breaking up, Mike.

(Kristin imitating static) I'll talk to you later.

(upbeat instrumental music) (toaster popping out toast) (upbeat instrumental music continues) (cellphone ringing) (Reverend Greene sighing) - Good lord.

(cellphone ringing) - Another one?

- Yes, another one.

- Who?

- Lester Nyman.

Heart attack yesterday.

- Oh dear.

- [Kristin] Will you come in or do I send this out?

- No, no.

I'll come in.

- Good, everything will be ready this afternoon.

(birds chirping) (footsteps clicking on floor) - In theory, you can train any animal.

I mean, they train orcas, right?

- And that didn't turn out so well for both man or beast.

- Yeah, but if you can train a big fish, you can train a bull, right?

- Orcas are mammals, not fish.

- But a bull is a mammal.

- Yes.

- Here we go.

- Thank you.

- Got you a trim.

- Look Mike, I'd love to dwell on your bull as assassin theory, but I have a dead cyclist to process here.

- Oh, on that note, when I told Mrs. Nyman about the death of her husband, she was a little weird.

(vehicle engine humming) (vehicle brakes squeaking) (vehicle door clicking) (door sensor chiming) (vehicle door banging) (Sam knocking on door) (birds chirping) (door clicking) - Yes?

- Mrs. Tammie Nyman?

- Yes.

- Detective Constable Breene.

I have some bad news.

Can I come in?

(Tammie breathing heavily) - Wait, did you say Nyman?

- Yeah.

- Wife of Lester Nyman, the dead guy on the bike.

- The bull thing happened on the Nyman Farm.

- I thought bull guy was Collins.

- Yeah, but the witness was a Trevor Nyman, the farmer.

- Trevor Nyman, Lester Nyman's brother was the first man at the scene when Lester dropped dead.

So what are we thinking here?

- Very good question indeed.

(cellphone ringing) (chair wheels clanging) (cellphone button clicking) Gina, what can I do for you?

(door clicking) - Mike.

It always makes me laugh when you answer your phone.

"Gina, how can I do you?"

- That's not actually what I say, Gina.

It's more, "What can I do for you?"

- Same thing.

- No.

What's up?

- Or perhaps that.

This is a Mr. Lester Nyman.

(Mike affirming) - The cyclist.

Okay.

- Yes.

- The face first thing is unusual.

- Yes.

- A heart attack, wasn't it?

- Yes.

I source his records and given his medical history, a heart attack is most likely.

(paper rustling) - But if he had a heart condition, what was he doing riding to the top of Faukamaho Mountain?

- Because cycling is awesome.

- It is?

- Man, machine, fresh air gets the blood flowing.

Feel the tingle of life in your extremities.

You don't like cycling, Mike?

- Never been a fan, no.

- Pity, I think Lycra brings out the best in men.

- Okay.

(Mike clearing throat) If it was a heart attack, what am I doing here?

- This.

You see this rash?

This reaction, it troubles me.

- I hear you on that.

- Not what I would expect.

- Chafing?

- No.

No signs of friction, and chafing would be lower between legs.

This is a reaction to something.

- Poison?

- Call it instinct but something is not right about this.

- I'll notify the coroner.

(Gina smirking) - I was hoping you'll say that.

(upbeat instrumental music) (trolley wheels clicking) - You know instead of poison and bull, you could've just written stupid and death wish, right?

- Or just not written anything at all because there's no evidence.

- Yet.

- Yet, to suggest that either of these are anything other than what they are.

- There's a rash.

- Maybe they changed their laundry detergent and he had a reaction to that.

Meanwhile, (Kristin sighing) Manu Collins, is there something to suggest there's anything out of the ordinary?

- Apart from everything?

(screen transition whooshing) So where's the bull now?

- We put in another paddock.

Thought it was probably best.

- You say Manu Collins just ran straight at the bull?

- Like I said, we were out here talking.

- You've heard of the Festival of San Fermin, right?

(cow mooing) The running of the bulls?

- The Spanish celebration of fleeing with soiled trousers, yeah.

- Well, that's what I'm gonna do with my money.

Yeah see, I wanna be one of those guys who gather where the bulls are released, and then when they emerge out onto the street, run towards the bulls.

(Trevor sighing) But then at the last minute, turn around and then run with them.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do.

- What are you doing?

- Well, I'm so totally gonna be that guy.

(upbeat action music) (bull mooing) (Manu cheering) (Manu laughing) - Yeah, he stressed the bull out, running at it like that.

The bull just did what bulls do when they get stressed.

- Yeah.

(Manu cheering) (bull grunting) - Maybe he would've made it.

(dung squishing) (Manu thudding on pasture) (bull grunting) (bull huffing) But by the time I distracted it.

(Trevor yelling) (Trevor attempting whistling) It was way too late.

(bull horns piercing Manu) (Manu exclaiming) - Was Mr. Collins prone to doing things like that?

- You mean being an idiot?

- Yeah, I guess.

- I don't know.

I only knew him a couple of days.

(gunfire exploding) That'll be Mrs. McTavish.

She works here.

She reckons once they've done something like this, you don't want them around.

(ominous rumbling music) - I see a candidate for a Darwin Award, maybe, but not for murder.

(Mike sighing) - Trevor Nyman has been a witness to, or first on the scene of two deaths over, what, the last two months?

- Bad run of luck for Trev.

- Yeah, and then some.

It's not been a good year for the Nyman clan.

Six months ago, Trevor's father, Karl Nyman, killed himself, put a shotgun in his mouth out at the farm.

Guess who found the body?

And then two weeks ago a Jethro Nyman drowned while jet skiing off the coast of Riverstone, way off.

- Any mention of Trevor in relation to that?

- Nope, missing for a week before the body washed up.

- [Kristin] Anything to suggest foul play?

- Not as yet.

- You know, it could just be a run of really lousy luck for the Nymans.

- No one has that much bad luck, come on.

This really is a great spot, isn't it?

- [Trevor] Yeah it is.

Look, is there some kind of problem here?

- [Mike] Not at all.

- It's just a routine follow-up about your brother Lester's death.

- Well, there was nothing I could do.

He was dead by the time I got there.

- [Mike] I'm sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

- Or losses, actually.

There's been a bit of a bad run for your family lately.

- Yeah, I suppose.

- Your father died a while back?

- He committed suicide, yeah.

- A bit of a shock, I imagine?

- No, not really.

He was dying anyway.

He just chose when and when.

- So it wasn't a surprise?

- Well, it wasn't pleasant walking into that barn but, no, it wasn't a surprise.

(crickets chirping) (ominous rumbling music) - And now your brother.

- Well, Lester knew he had a dodgy ticker and he took it as a challenge.

- In what way?

- He thought he could laugh in the face of death.

Death won.

- Jethro Nyman, is he a relation?

- [Trevor] He was, a cousin.

- And Manu Collins, also a cousin, you said?

- [Trevor] Sort of.

- Sort of?

- In my father's will reading we learned that he had a whole other family over in Riverstone.

- Oh, so less of a cousin and more of a half-brother.

- Yeah.

- You learnt this upon the reading of the will?

- Yep, look, what the hell has this got to do with my brother Lester having a heart attack?

(Mrs. McTavish huffing) - Just tell him.

He'll find out anyway.

(Trevor sighing) - This is Mrs. McTavish.

She kind of runs the house.

- Not, kind of.

About it.

It's a will.

It's a public document.

Police wanna find out, all they have to do is look.

- My father's will and the reading was somewhat of a revelation.

(screen transition whooshing) Why all the chairs?

- For all the people asked to attend the will reading.

- What, as witnesses?

- No.

(Mrs. McTavish groaning) (chair thudding into door) - Typical, I have to bring in me own bloody chair.

- Take a seat, Trevor.

("Still No Word From You" by Barry Saunders) (upbeat instrumental music) - Madison.

(lips smacking) ♪ It's been so long since we've spoken ♪ ♪ Don't even know what we would say ♪ ♪ Still, I made some promises and I keep them anyway ♪ (upbeat instrumental music continues) ♪ 'Cause somewhere there's a place ♪ ♪ Where the light keeps shining through ♪ - Come in.

♪ I've been talking with myself tonight ♪ ♪ And still no word from you ♪ ♪ Still no word from you ♪ - There should be one more person, Magnus Nyman - Spoken to dad lately?

- Haven't spoken to the old bastard in, I don't know, two years.

- He didn't come to dad's funeral either.

His own brother and he didn't show.

- Okay, well let's proceed without him.

For those who don't know me, I am Madison Mathers, a lawyer with a firm of Emerson, Bogart & Nash.

Karl Nyman has appointed me to be the executor of his last will and testament.

As part of this will he stipulated that I assemble you all here for the reading of said will.

Thank you all for coming.

(paper rustling) "I, Karl Harold Nyman, being of sound mind and body, do hereby declare."

- You don't need to bore them with the details, boy.

Just get into the bit about Tonto.

(Trevor smirking) - The tontine.

- [Mrs. McTavish] Yeah, that thing.

- My father in his will left this farm, the bank accounts, everything, to 10 people in the form of what is called a tontine.

- Sorry, a what?

- I think we all better have a nice cup of tea.

(Mrs. McTavish humming) (Trevor sighing) (relaxing electric guitar music) - So, a tontine is named after a bloke by the name of Lorenzo de Tonti in the 1600s as a kind of insurance investment thingy.

But the guts of it, a group of people share something of value.

When one of them dies.

- The surviving members divvy up the share between them.

- Something like that.

Yeah.

- So where once 10 people owned the Nyman Farm, now there are... (marker scribbling) - Seven.

(Mike affirming) - Or six, depending on the whereabouts of Magnus Nyman.

Okay, so let's say there are seven.

What was once a 10% share is now?

- 14.28%.

I'm quite good at doing maths in my head.

- Okay, Mr. Maths genius, what does the remaining person get?

- 100%.

- You are good.

- But does that include spouses?

- No, the share in a tontine is a right of survivorship to only those within the original group.

- How apt.

- But who are all these people?

Okay, so we've got the sons, Lester and Trevor, okay.

And then there's the brother, Magnus, and the nephews, Jethro and Oscar.

Got that, but then there's this other family.

(screen transition whooshing) - We learned he had kids to this other woman over in Riverstone, when he was dying.

Wasted on pills, he decided to tell us.

(tea trickling) The first time I ever laid eyes and then was at the funeral.

That added to the fun.

- The mother of this second family, is she still around?

- Dead years ago like most of the women in dad's life.

- Okay.

Other family.

I got that.

But then there's this half-brother.

- [Kristin] From yet another mother up north.

- Did you meet Dion Waters at your father's funeral too?

- No, he didn't crawl out of the woodwork until the will reading.

- [Mike] And he's definitely your father's son?

- Yeah, I got the DNA test and everything to prove it.

- And Dion's mother?

- Going back to that thing about my dad and the women he shacked up with.

- She's passed away.

(cow mooing) - [Mike] And then trusted family retainer - And one gets the sense that she wears the pants around the farm.

- Not unusual to reward someone like that in the will, I'd say.

- But then, what the hell did Reverend Greene do to earn it?

- That is a good question.

- Okay.

(Kristin clearing throat) I get that there's motive, millions of dollars worth of motive if you wind up owning the farm.

And yes, there are some dead bodies and some missing people but we still don't have any actual murders, do we?

(cellphone ringing) - Or maybe we do.

(cellphone button clicking) Gina?

(body tray rumbling) So with Lester Nyman it wasn't a heart attack?

- Yes, it was a heart attack.

A big one.

It basically exploded.

But why his heart exploded, it's interesting.

- Which is?

- Caffeine.

Lester Nyman had extreme levels of caffeine in his blood.

- So the guy drank too much coffee?

- No, we are talking off the scale.

Also elevated levels of salbutamol, asthma medication.

- Lester was also asthmatic?

- Yes, and he had no sense of taste.

- Is that a medical thing?

- Taste as in a taste, smell.

No bad fashion sense.

- Well, you could argue that with the Lycra.

- There's nothing wrong with Lycra on men.

He gets hit on the head as a boy, loses the sense of smell and taste, it happens.

- How is this important?

- He drunk some kind of energy drink from this bottle.

So much caffeine in it, anyone with a sense of taste it will be way too bitter.

- Because Lester couldn't taste anything.

- He drinks and the asthma medicine, salbutamol, opens up the blood vessels which allow the caffeine an easy run straight to his heart.

- So he did drink too much caffeine?

- Way too much caffeine, well above anything you would expect.

Second point, he not only drank it, remember the rash on his bottom?

- Well, hard not to.

- [Gina] An allergic reaction most likely to caffeine in his shorts.

- Sorry?

(plastic rustling) - His padding in his shorts was soaked in a caffeine solution.

So he's also absorbing through the skin and up through his bottom.

So much caffeine invading system.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Boom, heart explodes.

(plastic rustling) - So this wasn't an accident.

- A caffeine solution must be made and then put in the shorts.

How can that be accident?

- I think now we have a homicide.

(upbeat instrumental music) (vehicle engines humming) (marker scribbling) - Yeah, but how can we prove number one, especially since the murder weapon has been roasted and eaten with Yorkshire pudding?

- Good point.

- [Kristin] Sorry, that was a bad joke.

- No, I know but it may not be number one.

(marker scribbling) We need to look into that.

- Another possibility.

- Yes?

- Tammie Nyman, wife of Lester.

As I mentioned, she was odd when I told her of Lester's death.

- Are you sure you don't want me to come in?

I'm happy to stay.

- No,.

No, I need to call people.

Thank you.

- Right.

Again, our condolences.

- Thanks.

(door banging) (screen transition whooshing) (marker scribbling) - Talk to her again and we will start talking to the rest.

- Along what lines exactly?

- Let's just call it loose ends for now.

- What loose ends?

- Just routine, that's all.

Okay, so for any unexpected death, there are always questions, I'm afraid.

- Lester's death was unexpected?

(heels clicking) - Wasn't it?

- I've been telling him for bloody years to ease up, but no, always had to keep on pushing it.

- You mean with his medical history?

- Yes, with his medical history.

- Well, some people deal with mortality by pretending it doesn't exist.

- No, it was more than that with him.

He always had to meet it head on, challenge it.

Survival of the fittest.

That's what his ruthless father drilled into him.

- His father, who committed suicide?

- Yeah, is that irony?

- Yeah, I guess it is.

- So what are your routine questions or are you already asking them?

- The gear Lester was wearing.

- His mammal outfit.

- Sorry?

- Middle-aged man in Lycra.

(Breene smirking) - Right.

Well, there was a rash.

It might have been a reaction to something in his shorts.

A loose end as I say in determining the cause of death.

- And nothing to do with me.

(heels clicking) - I wasn't saying that it was.

- No, it has literally nothing to do with me.

All of his cycling gear from his stinky clothes, to his bloody bike, I never touched any of it.

It was his department.

- Right.

Okay.

(heels clicking) - Is that all your loose ends?

- Not quite.

There were quite high levels of caffeine in Lester's bloodstream.

- [Tammie] That'll be his foul-tasting drink.

You need to talk to his cousin about that.

- Which cousin?

- Oscar, and Thai Health in town.

That's where he bought it from.

It's horrendous stuff.

- But of course.

Lester had no sense of taste.

(Tammie sighing) - I hope that's the last of your loose ends, detective, 'cause I've got other things I need to do.

(heels clicking) (door banging) (pensive instrumental music) - Yeah, it hasn't been a stellar few months for our family.

- Starting with your uncle's suicide?

- I guess, but Karl always preached controlling your own destiny.

- And then Manu Collins?

- I only met him a couple of times.

A bit of an idiot was my take.

- And then your brother?

- Yeah, well that was his own bloody fault.

Jethro liked two things in life, getting pissed and hurling round on his jet ski.

Not two things that go together, in my book.

- And now your cousin, Lester.

- Yeah, Lester knew the risks.

Every time he came in here, I'd lecture him and he'd just laugh it off.

Not one to listen.

So when he and Trev took off that day, it was typical.

He never could back down from a challenge.

- You were on the ride that day?

- Well yeah, like every other Sunday.

- You were not one of the riders spoken to at the top of the hill.

- I don't normally do that climb.

Yeah, too much like hard work.

(bicycle chain clicking) No, I rode back to my car, packed up and headed home, like usual.

Am I one of these loose ends you're asking about?

- No.

So was there anything unusual about the ride that day?

- You mean apart from Lester dying?

- Yeah, apart from that.

- Actually there was, yeah, before we left.

Lester and that meathead, Dion, they were going at it big time and eventually that lawyer woman, she must've told them to pull their heads in.

- And what, what are you gonna do?

- Sort it out.

- That bloody clown is gonna ruin everything if we don't get together and stop him.

(vehicle engine humming) (vehicle tires spinning) - What exactly was it that was gonna be ruined?

- Lester's plans for the family farm.

- Which were?

- Parcel it up and sell it off.

- And what did this Dion guy want?

- No idea.

He shot past us on the road that day.

(vehicle engine humming) (tires screeching) (vehicle horn honking) But I haven't seen him around since.

No great loss.

Is he one of these loose ends?

- Maybe he is.

Thanks very much.

(shoes clicking on floor) (pensive instrumental music) (shoes thudding on carpet) (Reverend Greene snoring) - Reverend.

- Yes, what?

Detective.

- Morning.

Communing with a higher power, were we?

- In a manner of speaking, I suppose.

I had a terrible night's sleep last night.

- Well, it's good to see you back.

- I never really left.

- But I thought with our dealings last time.

- No, the church is very accepting these days.

One might go so far as to say progressive, and also short-staffed.

(Reverend Greene sighing) How can I help?

- [Mike] Lester Nyman, he died over the weekend.

- Yes, I'm aware of that.

Madison Mathers, the lawyer acting for the estate, contacted me yesterday.

- About the tontine?

- Yes.

(ominous instrumental music) It's happening, isn't it?

- What is?

- Someone's killing off the other members.

- What makes you think that?

- Now, every time Ms. Mathers calls me to sign the new distribution document.

- Three times now.

- I can't help but wonder if I'll be next.

- Hence the sleepless night?

- Nights.

To die for something you didn't want in the first place, it plays on the mind.

- How did you become a part of the tontine?

- In the last few months of his life, Karl Nyman started attending services.

He would sit at the back making notes.

Then afterwards he would, I don't think interrogate me is too strong a term, about my sermon.

- Everything you say is propaganda for a God that doesn't exist.

- I'd like to think I gave people some semblance of hope.

- That when they die they'll go into some magical kingdom in the sky?

Hogwash, the life you make for yourself here on Earth is the only one you'll ever have.

- I must say there were some days when he almost convinced me.

- So why did he then leave you 10% of everything he owned?

- I wondered that myself until I read his letter.

- What letter is this?

- At The will reading, everyone received a letter from Karl Nyman.

- [Mike] And what did this letter say?

- It repeated things Karl had said to my face, that I was a snake oil salesman for a false God and he hoped that through the inheritance I would come to understand the error of my ways.

- How exactly would it do that?

- At first I thought it meant that I would be tormented by guilt at receiving such an undeserved bequest.

Then people started dying and I realized it was a death threat.

It was Karl Nyman saying I would one day learn there is no heaven, there is no God.

(Jean exclaiming) - Not that Karl Nyman was ever going to get to meet Him.

There's another place for people like that.

- Not a big fan, Mrs. Marlowe?

- The whole lot of them, they were never any good, and the things that went on on that farm.

- Such as?

- I couldn't possibly say.

- These four walls?

- No, I'd rather not say.

But what I will say is that they both have a very dark streak.

- Karl and Magnus?

- Two peas in a rotten pod in my book.

I'd keep as far away from that mob as possible if I were you.

- Thank you for the moral support, Jean.

(pensive instrumental music) (keys jingling) - According to Reverend Greene, Karl Nyman didn't believe in God.

I'm not sure that helps anything.

(keyboard buttons clicking) Any luck with Jethro Nyman's wife?

- [Kristin] In a manner of speaking.

- What?

(keys clanging on table) (shoes thudding on floor) Kristin, what is Jools Fahey doing in there?

- Well, you may ask.

(gravel crunching under shoes) (birds chirping) (Kristin knocking on door) (door clicking) (Jools exclaiming) - Detective Sims.

- Jools.

(Jools whimpering) (pensive instrumental music) - She's not?

- She is, or was briefly.

(pensive instrumental music continues) (shoes thudding on deck) - Here you go.

- Thank you.

- I'm sorry about that.

Sometimes I get overwhelmed by it all.

(birds chirping) It's been a difficult time.

So, what are these loose ends?

- Just a few questions about Jethro.

- Seems a bit late.

We buried what was left of him weeks ago.

- Your marrying Jethro is obviously a recent thing?

- Three months.

After Mitch died, I swore I wouldn't get involved with anyone.

I thought that's it.

I mean, that is it.

No more sadness.

No more heartbreak.

But there he was in this bar.

Young, handsome, passionate.

(Jools smirking) Or so I thought.

- In terms of that day, do you remember anything out of the ordinary?

- I wasn't here for most of it.

I was out of town.

- Most of it?

- I left that morning for some time out.

- Time out from?

- Him.

- And where did you go?

(ominous instrumental music) (birds chirping) - I was in Hamilton visiting my mother.

- When her last husband died.

- She was in Hamilton visiting her mother.

(pensive instrumental music) - Time for a chat indeed.

- I didn't kill him if that's what you're thinking.

- [Mike] Not at all.

- I didn't need to.

He was doing a good job of that himself with the drinking.

God, worst mistake of my life.

I admit Jethro was something of a rebound from Mitch, a bit of a whirlwind romance, but it turned out he only had two passions in his life, not three.

- They being?

(Jools smirking) - His wretched jet ski.

Surpassed only by booze.

The endless drinking.

- And the third should've been you?

- Yes, but twos a company, threes a crowd.

- [Mike] When was the last time you saw Jethro?

- Breakfast that day.

(alcohol trickling) He was drinking in anticipation of his lunch meeting in Riverstone.

- [Mike] Meeting about what?

- Some hush-hush thing about the farm he inherited, not that it was hush-hush when he had a few in him.

- And this thing was?

- They were planning on turning the farm into this lodge and golf course.

- And when you say, "They?"

- Jethro and his cousin, Lester, the one who died this weekend.

- But Jethro only inherited a 10th of the farm, not the whole thing.

- He and Lester were working on the others to bring them around and to stick it to Karl Nyman.

That's what the meeting was about.

- So this lunch in Riverstone was with Lester?

- [Jools] No idea.

He didn't say.

- Any idea how the meeting went?

- We spoke on the phone in the afternoon, but he didn't mention it.

He was moaning about feeling ill.

I told him to go to the doctor.

(ominous instrumental music) But the fool took his stupid jet ski out instead.

The police said he must have run out of petrol when he was way out at sea, that he had the choice of waiting there and probably dying of hypothermia or trying to swim back and probably drowning.

- When you say Jethro and Lester wanted to stick it to Karl Nyman?

- Because of the letters telling them how pathetic they were.

Sadly, as you know, I have been here before.

I thought you'd probably want to see it.

You are very thorough, detective.

(whimsical instrumental music) - Did Jethro explain how his inheritance involving the farm worked?

- The tontine?

Oh yes.

I knew I wasn't part of it.

I didn't want his money.

As I said, I wanted a fresh start.

(Jools speaking in French) You don't want to buy a jet ski, do you?

The Coast Guard brought it back and I don't want it.

(whimsical instrumental music) (vehicle engine humming) - Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

Well, the rest home in Hamilton confirms that Jools Fahey was where she said she was.

- She really needs to stop visiting her mother.

(Kristin sighing) - Yes.

The coroner's report for Jethro Nyman.

Cause of death, drowning, although hypothermia may have been a close second.

Much of this is pretty inconclusive.

- Which is what you get when you've been in the ocean for the best part of a week.

- But he was not a well man at the time of his death, if that makes sense.

He had bleeding in the stomach and his liver was completely shot.

- Consistent with his reputation for being an alcoholic stress merchant.

(Kirstin affirming) - [Mike] Karl Nyman, definitely suicide?

- Confirmed, he had advanced melanoma, several operations later and it was a losing battle.

He called his doctor on the morning and told him he was going to, (paper rustling) "Do what the bloody quacks couldn't manage and fix this bastard thing once and for all."

He wrote a note cursing everything and everyone on this wretched earth and went out to the barn.

- And he did love a good note.

This was given to Jethro Nyman at the will reading.

- According to Reverend Greene everyone got one.

- Well, this one says that Jethro lived a valueless life as a vain, arrogant wastrel.

Uncle Karl hoped that this inheritance would teach Jethro once and for all the value of hard work and discipline.

- Does this mean I have to go back and see Tammie Nyman?

She really doesn't like me.

- Afraid so.

Any more sightings of the missing Dion Waters and his missing bimmer?

- So I called his mobile number.

No reply.

Left a message.

I called his home number in the city.

No reply.

Left a message.

Half an hour later I get a call from the drug squad asking why I'm interested in one, Dion Waters?

Turns out he's been on their radar for a while and they're very interested in where he is been disappearing for the last few weeks - Because?

- Well, he has a degree in chemistry, but he's chosen to use his education to manufacture and distribute meth.

(Mike exclaiming) (marker lid clicking) (marker scribbling) - The current score, three dead.

- [Kristin] But one definite homicide.

(Mike humming) - And two missing in action.

(heels clicking) What about Awhina Collins?

- Yeah, I'm heading over to Riverstone tomorrow to talk to her.

- Good, and I wanna read as many of those letters that we can get our hands on.

- Do you think Karl Nyman is doing this from beyond the grave?

- There's a thought.

(shoes clicking on floor) - Maybe his vengeful spirited inhabited the bull.

- I heard that.

(upbeat instrumental music) (vehicle door banging) (door clicking) - For God's sakes.

What is it now?

- Just one thing and then it'll be outta your hair for now.

- What?

- Karl Nyman's will reading, was Lester by any chance given a letter from his uncle?

- Yes.

Why?

- Would you happen to have this letter?

- Yes, going back to the why?

- I've left the rescue remedy on the table.

(ominous instrumental music) (Oscar humming) - Detective.

- Oscar.

- Glad to see you're doing so well, considering.

- Thank you, you are very kind.

- As I was saying, the letter would be helpful to our investigation.

- Investigation into what precisely?

All we get when we ask your senior is that there are suspicious circumstances.

- I can't go into details as yet.

- Will this bloody letter help get my husband's body released so we can have a funeral?

- Hopefully, yes.

- Fine.

(heels clicking) - Did you also receive a letter at the will reading?

- Everyone did.

I read mine and chucked it away.

- Because?

- He was a sad, old man spewing his vitriol about what a disappointing waste of space I am and hoping the inheritance would finally make a man outta me.

- And has it?

(ominous rumbling music) - Are you seriously asking me that question?

- Well, I mean, the farm is quite a valuable asset to inherit.

It must've changed your life in some respects.

- I don't want anything to do with that cursed place.

- You think it's cursed?

- My mother died there, and then my father was cheated out of his share by Karl.

That place has done nothing good for me.

- Here.

Happy?

(heels clicking) (Oscar sighing) (door banging) (pensive instrumental music) (birds chirping) (shoes thudding on carpet) - It's the only one I have of my father.

That was the last time I saw him alive.

A necessary technique in keeping us a secret, I guess.

Here.

- Thanks.

I see you have a science degree.

- Yeah.

So?

- Well, you said you worked in change management.

- The degree was all about getting the old man off my back.

Science was very much his thing.

- I thought that farming was his thing?

- He says the two can't be one and the same.

That's how I met my mother, at a symposium on organic pesticides.

- She's a scientist too?

- She was.

Now she's dead.

Now it's just me.

Now, if you have a point, please get to it.

I have a flight to catch.

- I won't hold you up for much longer.

- No, you won't 'cause there's nothing more I can tell you about some people I met for the most part, only once.

- For the most part?

- Yeah, the jet ski one.

- Jethro Nyman?

- Yeah.

He called me and told me he had a scheme about the farm, something I'll be a fool to miss out on.

He hasn't gotten back to me.

- Because he's dead.

- Along with Lester and Manu and dad.

Now, if you don't mind, I really have to go.

- Thanks.

(ominous instrumental music) (vehicle engine rumbling) ("Smoking Gun" by Tami Neilson) (upbeat instrumental music) ♪ Skeletons rattle inside ♪ ♪ Dark and dirty closets 'neath the Hollywood sign ♪ ♪ Paid up the ransom in flesh ♪ ♪ To the piper with the power to destroy or bless ♪ (vocalist harmonizing) (upbeat instrumental music continues) - Can I help you, detective?

- There was no one at the house.

(Trevor humming) - That's the thing about farming, there's always things to do.

- Any chance of a cup of tea?

- I'm sure I can manage that.

(footsteps rustling on grass) (birds chirping) (cow mooing) - It really is a beautiful piece of land, isn't it?

- [Trevor] Who says prisons have to be ugly?

- Is that what it is to you?

- On a bad day.

- [Mike] And today's a bad day?

- It's been better.

Look, mostly what I mean is this place has been my whole life, apart from gonna uni.

- What did you study?

- BSc and bioscience.

I loved it.

But then it was straight back here to help out the old man.

So much for education, hey.

- Why didn't you contest the will?

Surely you and your brother had rights to this place that the others didn't.

- For starters, (Trevor sighing) Lester walked away from this farm years ago.

It broke dad's so-called heart, the golden boy turning his back on destiny.

I think that's what started this whole tontine nonsense in the first place.

- Lester didn't wanna contest it?

- He did, but I said no.

- [Mike] Why?

- I was advised not to.

- By who?

- Someone who knows about that stuff.

- Here's some food for you while you're having your chat.

- Thank you.

Why I have you both, the letters that were distributed at the reading of the will, any chance I could have a read of them?

- What Karl wrote to me as he was dying is both private and personal.

You will need a court order and the Armed Offenders Squad before I let anyone else read it, right?

- Right.

(cow mooing) I didn't think it was quite that important.

Trevor?

- Didn't get a letter.

- I thought everyone did?

- Yep, everyone but me.

- Does that seem odd to you?

- No, it speaks volumes about what my father thought of me.

- How so?

(ominous instrumental music) - After all these years working the farm, every day running the place single bloody handedly, do you know what he put down his occupation in his will?

Unemployed.

That is precisely how much my father rated me, so no, I didn't get a letter.

(pensive instrumental music) - Thank you for seeing me.

- That's quite all right, detective.

- Karl Nyman's will.

- Yes, how can I help?

- Why didn't the Nyman brothers contest it?

It seems to me they would've had a good case.

- You should ask them that.

- One of them's dead.

- Forgive me, you should ask Trevor that.

- I'm asking you as the executor.

- And as executor, I worked on behalf of Karl Nyman.

It would be improper for me to give any legal advice to any of the beneficiaries.

- Well, actually Trevor said he took advice.

- Interesting, did he say who from?

- No.

- Well, then I guess the idea was rejected.

- On what grounds do you think?

- [Madison] Like I said, I wouldn't know.

- I see.

Hypothetically, if he had asked you, would you have thought there were grounds to challenge?

- Off the record, from what I know I would say, yes, but he didn't approach me.

- I see.

- I'm sorry, but it seems I can't help you after all.

- No, it all helps.

(Mike clearing throat) When Karl Nyman asked you to be executor, was the tontine his idea?

- More or less.

I mean, he came to me with the concept of how he wanted to share his estate, and I recognized it in legal terms as something resembling the notion of a tontine.

I helped him structure it that way.

He seemed satisfied.

- Something a bit different from your usual will.

- Let's just say it was more interesting than your typical sale and purchase agreement on a three bedroom brick and tile.

(Mike smirking) - I bet.

(Madison smirking) (pensive instrumental music) When he set up the tontine, it's like he knew that the inevitable outcome was that they would start knocking each other off to get to the prize.

- That is so dark.

- These letters, each one of them is a challenge.

"If you want the farm, earn it.

Do whatever it takes."

- Well, that means logically there could be more than one killer.

- [Mike] It could.

- Okay, potential poisoners.

Oscar Nyman.

Again, we know that he was on the bike ride and he's the one that sold the energy drink stuff.

- He could've switched the drink bottles.

Oscar Nyman, who I'm pretty sure is getting it on with Lester's wife.

- Which is why he left the bike ride.

- Yeah, for a little afternoon delight.

- Double motive.

Also, Awhina Collins has a BSc.

- As does Trevor Nyman.

- As does the missing Dion waters.

And where the hell is Magnus?

- Indeed.

- We could just let it all play out, arrest the last one standing.

(upbeat rock music) Okay, that's one of those things I meant to say in my head and didn't mean to say out loud.

- Keep up the good work, Breene.

(Jean humming) - Here for a singalong, detective?

- Perhaps later.

I need you to tell me about the Nyman Brothers?

- What makes you think I know anything about those two reprobates?

- Well, you know that much about them for starters, and I suspect, as always, you know a good deal more.

- Well, in the day there was talk about all manner of parties at the farm.

Not that Rufus and I ever went, you understand.

- Of course.

- The men would drink and play cards and the women would dance and drink, and then later they would pair up.

- Pair up?

- Well, it was the '70s.

Car keys in the fruit bowl, that sort of carry on.

And then there were the drugs.

- Really?

- Karl would grow all sorts of things around the house and then experiment with them.

- Marijuana?

- Oh, child's play.

He gave my friend, Tilly Mathers, datura cigarettes to cure her asthma, which it did, but she went blind for three days.

- Tilly Mathers, related to Madison Mathers?

- Mother.

She was never the same after that.

Lost a sense of humor.

- Sounds like Karl was a bit of a hippie in his day.

- Karl changed when Mary died.

- And Mary was his wife?

- Yeah, she died in childbirth, complications with young Trevor.

- What happened between him and his brother, Magnus?

They used to run the farm together, right?

- That all fell apart with Anna.

- Anna?

- Magnus' wife.

She was drowned in a pond on the farm during one of the parties, leaving behind two little ones, Oscar and Jethro.

- And Karl took over the farm.

- Which was odd because Magnus was the actual farmer.

(door creaking) - Any idea where Magnus is now?

- I heard he was killing for a living.

- Reverend Greene.

- I should specify, killing, as in hunting.

- [Mike] I see.

- The brothers, knowing they couldn't bear to be in each other's presence, settled the matter of the farm over a game of cards.

- And presumably Karl won?

- By cheating, so I've heard.

- And Magnus vowed that one day the farm would be his again.

- Wherever he is.

- Well, he won't have to go through me to claim it.

I've just signed the paperwork, relinquishing my share of the property.

- That's quite fortune you're bravely running away from.

- I'm relatively happy with my lot as it is, thank you.

- A bunch of reprobates as I said.

(relaxing organ music) (Mike clearing throat) - I'll take my leave.

- Well, I hope for Reverend Greene's sake that the offender is checking his messages.

- Or sensing the noose closing, the reverend's trying to throw us off the scent.

- The noose is closing, is it?

- Slowly?

Maybe.

- Now, Lester's funeral was set for tomorrow with Reverend Greene presiding, by the way.

- That could be interesting, everyone in the same room again.

Some idiot's just taken out the town's sign.

- [Two-Way Radio] Any units available.

Repeating, black BMW.

This is roadside on Riverstone Road.

- Black BMW?

(shoes clicking on floor) CIB to comms.

Do you have a regi on that bimmer?

- [Comms] I think it is Hotel, Echo, Yankee, 498.

- Copy that.

(ominous instrumental music) Got this.

(shoes clicking on floor) (vehicle engine humming) (vehicle brakes squeaking) (vehicle door banging) - Detective.

- Hey, Chris.

(zipper zooming) (ominous instrumental music) - [Policeman] Lights out, I'm afraid.

- Thanks.

(zipper zooming) (trolley wheels clanging) Boss.

Yeah, it was Dion Waters.

Another one down, I'm afraid.

(trolley wheels clanging) (ominous instrumental music continues) - [Diane] I did what I do with anyone renting the place.

I met Mr.

Waters, gave them the usual spiel about what to do and what not to do.

Gave them the key and left them to it.

- Them?

- Him and the lawyer from town who arranged everything.

- Madison Mathers?

- Yes, that's it.

- And when was this?

- Middle of last week.

Wednesday, I think.

- How long did Mr.

Waters pay for?

- He prepaid for a month.

- It's a bit unusual, isn't it, for a place like this?

- Said he had work here and didn't know how long it would take.

It's the off season so any booking's a good one?

- [Mike] I'm sure it is.

- It's a home and income set up, all above board.

- Of course.

- I pay tax.

- We're not interested in your tax status, Diane.

- Not that I want to.

- Thanks for your help.

(ominous instrumental music) Well, it's not your usual holiday getaway, is it?

(upbeat instrumental music) (plastic rustling) - Look, I greet the guests.

I tidy up after them.

What they do while they're here has nothing to do with me.

(Kristin affirming) I want that on the record.

- Of course.

- Is it on the record?

- Very much.

- Thanks Diane, you've been a big help.

- It really needs to be on the record.

- We'll be in touch if we need anything else.

- [Sam] There's enough meth in there to speed up time.

- [Gina] He's so full of toxins.

He has to be decontaminated before I can get stuck in.

- [Sam] Right.

That explains this.

- [Gina] A little trick I've learned working as an intern on the outskirts of Chernobyl.

- Toxins, being meth?

- [Gina] And much more.

Exactly what, toxicology will confirm.

And this was strapped to his abdomen.

(plastic rustling) - [Mike] I'm thinking taking it out of the bag is a bad idea?

- [Gina] There are so many things in there that could kill you, so many.

- I'll take that as a yes.

(plastic rustling) Can you read this?

(plastic rustling) - Something about, "Wasting your talent, living in a void of your own making, getting out of the void or live there forever."

- Same theme as the others.

Take what you want.

Earn it before someone else does.

- Kill or be killed, or kill yourself in the process.

(upbeat instrumental music) - [Madison] How can I help you, detective?

- The batch that you rented for Dion Waters?

- The one he turned into some kind of drug lab?

- You know about this already?

- I've had the owner on the phone.

She wasn't happy.

- I bet.

But you arranged it, according to their records?

- Well, I didn't know he was gonna start cooking meth there, did I?

(Mike smirking) - I'll take your word for it.

- I was doing Trevor Nyman a favor.

I felt sorry for him.

- That's very nice of you.

- After the will reading, Manu Collins and Dion Waters decided that seeing they were equal owners of the farm, that gave them the right to stay.

Manu, as we know, didn't stay long, but Dion was showing no signs of leaving.

He was also showing the signs you'd expect from someone with a serious drug problem.

- So you stepped in?

- Trevor was grateful and Dion was happy enough, for obvious reasons.

- It gave him a place to set up his operation.

- Clearly.

- Which you paid for.

(Madison sighing) - Don't mistake me for a saint, detective.

As executor of the estate, I'm entitled to draw reasonable expenses.

I solved a problem.

I will be reimbursed.

- Of course.

So the middle of last week you solved the Dion problem, but he doesn't go quietly into the night, does he?

- Dion had some interesting ideas about what to do with a Nyman Farm.

So Lester Nyman asked for a meeting before his bike ride.

- There's no way that you or your pee junkie buddies are gonna sort out a rave up here.

- And what?

What are you gonna do?

- Sort him out.

- It was not received well by Mr.

Waters.

Then everyone went their own way, end of story.

(vehicle tires spinning) - Well, for Lester and Dion it was.

- Sorry, are we about done here?

I do have other things to attend to.

- Of course.

(keys jingling) (shoes clicking on floor) - Witnesses say Dion Waters hit the Brokenwood sign at an estimated 20 kilometers an hour.

- Swerved off the road.

Stoned at the wheel.

- Initial autopsy reports suggest he suffered multiple organ failure, including liver, kidney, spleen.

- Consistent with a number of poisons.

- Including ricin, which was found in both its natural form.

- [Kristin] The humble castor bean.

- [Sam] And in a more processed form.

- [Kristin] Basically by grinding it up.

- Amongst the many other poisonous items in Dion Waters' lab.

- Death cap mushroom, datura, deadly nightshade, hemlock.

- Basically if it's poisonous and it grows in New Zealand, it was in that room.

- As well as a container of caffeine powder.

- Don't you two have a funeral to attend?

- Aren't you coming too?

- You take this one?

- Sure.

Yeah.

(somber organ music) (birds chirping) (somber organ music continues) ("Devil In a Dress" by Tami Neilson) ♪ White smoke curling from her lips ♪ ♪ Ruby red cherry on her fingertips ♪ ♪ Tight skirt wiggle when she walks ♪ ♪ Curses like a sailor every time she talks ♪ ♪ She's the devil or an angel, sweet ♪ ♪ Heart of innocence or villainy ♪ ♪ One-dimensional fantasy ♪ ♪ Here to curse or bless ♪ ♪ A damsel in distress ♪ ♪ Or just a devil in a dress ♪ - [Mrs. McTavish] Are you lost, detective?

- I was hoping to have a word with Trevor.

- He's at his brother's funeral, as I'm sure you know.

- Right.

Was that today?

(cow mooring) You're not there yourself.

- The next funeral I attend will be my own, and I'm not planning on that happening for some time to come.

- I bet.

So what happened here?

- There was a building and it burned down.

- When was this?

- The other night.

Do you have any papers that says you're allowed to be standing on my land?

- You think of it as your land?

- Lived here most of my life.

Yeah, my land.

- And you're a member of the tontine?

- 20%, I believe as of now.

- You know someone is killing off the beneficiaries of the will, right?

(gun clicking) - Let them try.

- Fair enough.

- Can I escort you back to your vehicle, detective?

(ominous instrumental music) (gun clicking) I was just checking to see there wasn't a round up the spout.

I'd hate to accidentally shoot you in the back, detective.

- Not as much as I would hate to be shot.

What was that building that burned down?

- Oh, it's been there for years and years.

A sort of work room.

- What sort of work?

- It's a farm.

Farm work.

Look, I've never been what you might call a big fan of the police so I am not doing your work for you.

- What if it stops or more people dying?

- Given the quality of the deceased, are you sure whoever it is isn't doing the planet of favor?

- I just don't want you to be next.

Mrs. McTavish.

- I take it from that you don't think I'm the killer?

(Mrs. McTavish chuckling) (relaxing organ music) ♪ Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand ♪ ♪ Till we have built Jerusalem ♪ ♪ In England's green and pleasant land ♪ (relaxing organ music continues) - I would like to invite Lester's brother, Trevor, to say a few words.

(birds chirping) (shoes clicking on floor) (Trevor sighing) - Sorry, brother.

You were wrong.

(Trevor sniffing) When we were kids Lester said to me that he was gonna live forever.

But he thought if he believed it enough, he could make it true.

(wooden floor creaking) And that was kind of how he lived.

(dramatic electric guitar music) - Good of you to turn up, dad.

- I've been busy.

- Jethro, he died too.

Were you too busy for his funeral?

- Did you miss me?

- Your own son and you didn't even show.

- Stop whining.

Well, now you can (beep) Lester's wife whenever you want without having to sneak around behind his back.

- Called it.

- You old bastard.

(Magnus laughing) (Magnus groaning) (fists thudding) - Please!

This is a house of God.

(Magnus groaning) (people thudding on floor) (chairs creaking) (birds chirping) - There's one thing I don't understand.

- [Mrs. McTavish] Just the one?

- Why would Karl send letters from beyond the grave to everyone except his son, Trevor?

- Who said he didn't get a letter?

- He did.

- Maybe his father didn't need to send him one.

(keys jingling) - Maybe he didn't.

- Or maybe I was mistaken when I saw the lawyer hand Trevor a letter in the house there after the reading.

(ominous rumbling music) - Why would he tell me he didn't get one?

- Pity he isn't here to answer that.

(door squeaking) (door banging) - Good funeral?

Any more bodies to add to the tally?

- No, but we do have Magnus Nyman in custody.

- For what?

- [Oscar] Yeah, piss off you old bastard.

(vehicle engine starting) (vehicle engine rumbling) (Magnus exclaiming) (vehicle engine dying) (keys jingling) - It's not gonna happen, Mr. Nyman.

- Is he sober enough for me to talk to him?

- You should probably take a look at his Ute first.

(storage container thudding) I think the Nyman family motto is if it moves, kill it.

- Magnus says the last time he saw anyone was Karl's funeral.

He claims he went bush after that and he's been there ever since.

- Can anyone vouch for this?

- "Drunk bastards in the occasional pubs," were his exact words.

(door creaking) (door banging) (door clicking) - You all right there, Mr. Nyman?

- I'm resting my eyes.

- Good for you.

I'm Detective Shepherd.

Do you mind if I asked you a few questions?

- I can't guarantee the answers.

- Fair enough.

You say you went bush after your brother's funeral?

- I felt the need.

- You were out there a fair old time.

- If you know how, the land will provide.

- [Mike] I'm sure.

You were a bit of a hippie back in the day, I believe?

- You confuse me with my brother.

- Do I?

- Common mistake.

He was the one that was into all that stuff.

I just kept my head down and got on with things.

- Farming?

- He was the idealist and I was the realist.

- Never heard Karl described as an idealist.

- The thing about ideals, detective, is the longer you hold them, the more they become twisted.

- At the will reading there were some letters from Karl.

Did you get one?

- He did like to inflict his worldview on others.

Apparently the lawyer's got some stuff for me to sign, so it's probably on her desk.

- Are you familiar with the nature of a tontine?

- Yes.

Now you're thinking I'm the one knocking off everyone else.

- Is that what's happening?

- I am a drunk, detective.

I am not stupid.

Karl killed to get the farm, so whoever wants it after him should do the same.

Makes sense to me.

- Sorry, he killed to get the farm?

- He drove my wife to her death.

Kept feeding her drugs to mess up her head.

Pushed her over the edge.

May not have been murder but it was nearest, dammit.

- That's why he walked off?

- [Magnus] You heard he won it in a card game?

- I did.

- He was a cheating bastard.

Are we done here, detective?

I've got a bender to get back to.

- Okay, but I think we'll keep hold of your Ute for now.

- [Magnus] Whatever you like.

The pub's within walking distance.

- And once you're finished your bender?

- There's a few people I wanna catch up with, for old times' sake.

(ominous instrumental music) (door clicking) - As requested, the phone records for everyone in the tontine since the will reading, treat yourself.

(Mike exclaiming) (relaxing guitar music) ♪ Things went and got tricky then ♪ (pen scribbling) ♪ You couldn't seem to let me in ♪ - It's just me.

- Jared?

- Yeah, I got this cracker little Central Otago Pinot Noir.

The Boutique Winery, they're doing crazy things with oak barrels and kawakawa.

- [Mike] I'll be mad to say no.

- Well, I'll do the honors then.

- You do that.

(Mike slurping) (glasses clinking) (coffee cup thudding) (Mike sighing) - [Jared] You're doing one of those Sudoku things?

- In a manner of speaking, I guess I am.

- Part of an investigation, hey?

(wine trickling) - Yes.

- Yeah, that makes sense.

I always thought you were a cryptic crossword kind of guy.

(Mike smirking) (bottle thudding on table) (Mike exclaiming) (Mike and Jared slurping) (Mike affirming) - Do you know the Nyman Farm?

Did someone off crazy Karl?

- No, he offed himself.

(crickets chirping) - But it just looked like suicide, when actually it was the son who he fell out with.

The intense one.

Yeah, what's his name?

Lester, I always thought Lester was on the dodgy side of Dodgeville.

- No, it was actual suicide, and Lester's dead.

(Jared humming) - Okay, have you talked to his loser of a cousin, Jethro?

He'll definitely fit in your murder profile.

- Jethro is also dead.

(crickets chirping) - Man, I can see why you're burning the midnights.

- You seem to know a lot about the Nymans.

- Me?

(crickets chirping) Nah.

Or maybe there was a time when I was young, some people I knew, not me, just some people I know, they'll go up there and pick magic mushrooms.

Is that crazy lady with the gun still up there?

- Mrs. McTavish?

Yes, Jared.

She is.

- Not that I ever met her.

(Jared smirking) (Mike humming) (crickets chirping) (Mike sighing) - Jared, can I ask you a question?

- Yeah.

Fire away, Mike.

- Where the hell have you been for the last year?

- That's a bit of a long story there, that one.

(paper rustling) (shoes clicking on floor) - Don't bother, the bull acted alone.

Death by misadventure is the only explanation that fits.

(Kristin humming) Did you get that stuff I asked?

- Yes.

I heard you had a few last night when you called.

- Only a couple of a fine pinot courtesy of Jared Morehu.

- Jared.

Oh yeah.

What's he been up to?

- Walking.

A lot.

- Yeah, you remember I was in the Camber right?

- I do.

- And then I came out and went to live with my whanau to recover.

- Oh, last time I saw you?

- Yeah, well, they were doing my head in so I decided to walk the Te Araro Trail.

- The one that runs the entire length of the country?

- Yeah, yeah.

That one.

(crickets chirping) - Okay, that is a lot of walking.

So does this mean that we are investigating another homicide now?

- No, it means we're investigating another motive.

- I thought we had plenty of motive.

- No, you can never have too much motive.

- [Kristin] Okay, so it's like a pinot then is it?

- And?

(keys jingling) - Yes, I drove to Riverstone last night, and yes, I found the right restaurant, and yes, there was a staff member there who IDd both the photos.

- Both photos?

- Both photos.

Though, they primarily remember him because he was, in their words, a colossal ass.

- Brilliant.

Time for a wee drive, I think.

(upbeat instrumental music) (vehicle engine rumbling) I'm sorry it was a bit late when I called last night.

- Are you a bit squiffy?

- Squiffy?

- Three sheets to the wind.

You sounded very jolly.

- When things fall into place it puts me in a good mood, that's all.

- Yeah, a few wines does that to me too, but I have to sleep with one eye open these days.

- No surprise.

Make the call.

(Mrs. McTavish affirming) (paper rustling) - Detective.

- Good morning, Trevor.

- Has something happened?

(Mike sighing) - Maybe.

I need your help.

- How?

- Do you mind if we walk and talk?

I always think better when I walk and talk.

- Yep.

- See, the thing is Trevor, sometimes I'm a bit slow.

I mean, the answer can be staring me in the face and I just can't see it.

That's why it took me ages to figure this one out.

- Okay.

- It's only when I realized that the answer was in the question that things started to make sense.

That's when I started doing this.

(paper rustling) (Mike clearing throat) The numbers one to 10 around the edge.

That's you lot, the members of the tontine.

And the numbers in the squares, who could possibly have killed who?

- Like a Sudoku kind of thing?

- Apparently, though not my thing.

Anyway I started with the first murder, Manu Collins.

- Well, that wasn't murder.

I told he ran at that bull.

- Don't worry, I know that now.. That's why I drew a wee bull's head in a square, see?

My first emoji.

And I still think the bull's important, I just haven't figured out how yet.

- Okay, so what's with the red line?

- That's those of you still left in nothing but numerical order.

For instance, you could be next.

Well, I'm not saying you will be, just for argument's sake let's say you are.

So could Lester kill you?

- Well, no.

He's already dead.

(Mike affirming) - As is Jethro, Manu and Dion.

Whereas Oscar here could kill you.

- Well, you think it might be Oscar?

- Well, I'm not saying he would, just that he could according to my graph.

- Okay.

Yeah, I get it.

This is quite clever.

- Thanks.

But it turns out that my little Sudoku thing here wasn't as easy as I thought.

Because with everyone being poisoned, the time of death and the actual murder when the poison was administered are two different events.

- But Jethro drowned.

- Well, yes he did.

Which was a stroke of luck for the offenders.

His plight washed away the evidence, literally, but he was most definitely poisoned, as was Lester.

- Jesus, it was Dion then.

I mean, you found his lab right?

- We certainly did find his lab.

We did indeed find everything we could possibly need to pin the murders on Dion Waters and the pop-up lab.

But you know what we didn't find?

- No.

- Yeah.

Fingerprints on the equipment.

They were wiped clean.

Every beaker, every piece of glassware.

There's fingerprints everywhere else, just not on the lab gear.

- Yeah, well if he was making poisons, he would've been wearing gloves.

- That would be the logical explanation.

(metal gate clanging) Dion was staying here, right?

- Until I asked Ms. Mathers to find him someplace else, yes.

- And he was here all the time up until then?

- He'd come and go.

- Do you know where he went when he was gone?

- No.

- He was up in the city under surveillance by the drug squad.

According to their records, he was there the day Jethro was poisoned.

(birds chirping) - Well, you know when that was?

- Yes.

- I thought you said it was hard to figure that stuff out when someone was poisoned?

- Trevor, even though it appears that all roads lead to Dion, they don't.

(birds chirping) When did this happen?

(Trevor humming) - Three or so nights ago.

- And what was this place?

- Just a storage shed.

- So what caused the fire?

- An electrical fault, I'd say.

- Did you call the fire service?

- By the time I discovered it, the time it would've taken them to get here, there was no point.

- Back to farming life.

- Look detective, if all these roads in your little graph here, if they don't lead to Dion then who do they lead to?

(Mike sighing) - Well, mainly they lead to Magnus.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I can see that.

(birds chirping) - But I think if Magnus Nyman was killing people, it would be a bit more brutal.

So you are next on my list.

(ominous rumbling music) - Well, I don't know what to say to that.

- How about, I didn't do it?

- Well yeah, of course.

- Or I did do it.

Either way, Trevor, I don't think at heart you are a murderer.

I don't think you've got the strength it takes to take another human life, not face-to-face.

That's when I realized that this was, well, not exactly a waste of time.

It was leading me up the wrong path.

(paper crumpling) (paper rustling) - If you're not here to arrest me, why are you here, detective?

- I want you to come down to the station and answer a couple of questions, get your story on record.

- You don't have to do that.

You don't have to go with him.

- All I want is a statement on the record.

You can sit in.

In fact, you should as his lawyer.

- I'm not his lawyer.

- Well, that's not entirely true is it?

- Trevor doesn't have to say a word to you.

- But I think he wants to.

Don't you, Trevor?

- Statement.

That's all?

- Just for the record, - I strongly advise against this.

(tense instrumental music) - [Trevor] Just for the record.

Did you see Jethro much after the will reading?

- Not at all.

- Didn't he have plans to sell the farm?

- Lester and him concocted that?

I only ever talked to Lester about it.

- [Kristin] So you were against these plans?

- Yeah.

- Must have been quite a shock, get to the top of the hill and see your dead brother?

- Yeah, it was.

- But you were aware you had a heart condition?

- Of course, everyone was.

Everyone told him to take it easy but he never did.

- There was a meeting before the ride in the cafe car park.

You were both there, right?

- I was.

- Yeah.

- And that was to sort the Dion problem?

- Yeah.

- Who called the meeting?

- Well, I think it was Lester.

(ominous instrumental music) - [Mike] He called you?

- I guess.

I can't remember.

(paper rustling) - The night before, the phone records show you called Lester, not the other way around.

Tammie Nyman also confirmed you called to set up a meeting.

- Okay.

It was me.

I called Lester and Dion came up and I said we should have a meeting about it ASAP.

(Mike humming) (ominous instrumental music continues) - Seems fair enough.

So who called you, Madison?

(ominous instrumental music continues) - Again, phone records show no communication between yourself and Trevor or Lester, but you did call Dion on his mobile phone.

- You accessed my phone records?

- Yes.

You didn't need to call Trevor because you were with Trevor that night.

(ominous instrumental music continues) - Yes, I was.

(Madison clearing throat) - So you two are in a relationship?

- Yes, we are.

- And how long's that been going on?

- Relatively recently.

- Since after the will reading?

- Yes.

So, what the hell has this got to do with anything?

- Well, seeing as we have witnesses identifying you as the woman Jethro Nyman was dining with the day he started feeling ill, I would say quite a lot.

- What the hell is wrong with my hillbilly family?

They can't see a great deal when it slaps them in the face.

Gimme another drink while you're at it.

(hand thudding on table) (cutlery clanging) I need a slash.

(tense instrumental music) - Okay, that is a completely preposterous suggestion.

- But you did meet with him?

- Yes, I did meet with Jethro Nyman, and yes, I arranged the meeting because there was tontine paperwork to be signed.

- And you were with Dion Waters the night before he died, right?

- You certainly called him that day.

- I'm the executor of the estate.

Of course I phone the people involved.

- We have a witness that saw you leaving the farm that evening.

- Okay.

- Okay, don't.

Just do it.

- Consider it done.

- Right.

Good.

(vehicle door banging) - So?

- So.

We have a witness who later that night saw Trevor load lab equipment into a Ute.

- A witness who claims they saw him.

- I think you'll find our witness is very reliable.

This, just to be clear, is the night the shed burned down, and the night before the lab was discovered in Dion's digs.

(ominous instrumental music) - If Helen McTavish is your witness, then she's certainly not reliable.

She stands to gain from the tontine.

This interview is over.

Come on, Trevor.

- No.

I think Trevor's got a few things he wants to get off his chest.

- Get up and walk out of here.

(ominous instrumental music continues) Trevor, they have nothing.

(Trevor sighing) - It's over.

- Don't you dare.

- It's done Madison.

Can't you see that?

- For God's sake.

Grow a spine.

They're trying to get in your head and you're letting them?

- Why not?

Everyone else is in there, you, him.

I just wanna do the right thing by me for once.

- Detective Sims, please escort Ms. Mathers from the room and take a statement if she has anything further to add.

- Come with me, please.

- I thought you were stronger than this.

(ominous instrumental music continues) (heels clicking) (door clicking) - Would you like to consult a lawyer before we start?

- Don't be ridiculous.

- [Sam] Trevor, if you wish to consult with a new lawyer, we can wait.

- I just wanna get it over with.

- You do understand everything you say is admissible as evidence?

- I understand.

- What did your letter say?

I know you got one.

What did your father say to you, Trevor?

(Trevor sighing) I need you to tell me.

- "There's maggots in the meat."

(ominous rumbling music) Where the hell did all these people come from?

- Your father has a very peculiar sense of humor.

- Is this his idea of a joke?

- Read this.

Then you'll understand.

- Have you read it?

- I have.

I've read them all.

Between you and me, you're being cheated.

Read and then we'll talk.

(ominous instrumental music) (paper rustling) - [Magnus Voiceover] "How angry are you son?

Deep down where it matters, how angry are you?"

- Stuff about the dream being buggered and waiting until he died and all this was mine, or at least that was the plan.

But now that was over because there's maggots in the meat.

- [Magnus Voiceover] "There's maggots in the meat and blow flies buzzing.

Look at them.

The fruit of the family loins, stupid, vain, arrogant, unworthy.

If they were wiped off the face of the planet, it'd be like skimming pond scum off the gene pool.

(ominous rumbling music) You waited for death to do me in.

Now make death your friend and work for it.

Work for it's rightfully yours."

- My father had a dim view on just about everything, so it wasn't exactly outta character.

- When did Madison get involved?

- A few days later she came over.

- You know that the other letters were variations on a theme, right?

- Sorry?

- Well, not all of them, but most of them boiled down to the same thing.

If you want the whole shooting match, you know what you have to do.

- Should we go to the police about this?

(Madison chuckling) - And say what?

I mean, it's not like anyone's died yet have they?

- But it was after the kid died that the idea started to take hold.

- Manu Collins.

- She thought I'd somehow engineered it.

- [Mike] And had you?

- Kill someone with a bull?

Don't be an idiot.

But that didn't matter to Madison.

To her, it just proved it could be done.

- [Madison] And then there were nine.

- This had nothing to do with me.

- [Madison] Does it matter?

No one's exactly mourning his death.

- Well, his sister probably is.

- Not in the slightest.

You know who I actually feel sorry for in this whole situation?

You.

This place should rightfully be yours.

Your brother walked away so screw him.

You stayed true.

You should be rewarded.

Do you disagree with me?

(ominous instrumental music) (crickets chirping) (Trevor sighing) Exactly.

Have you got anything to drink?

(Trevor and Madison thudding on table) (lips smacking) - One thing led to another.

- How did you decide on Jethro as your first?

- He was the loudest, the most annoying, the most dangerous.

- This is going to happen, Trev.

One way or another I will get the others on side, so get your head outta the sand and get onboard.

What are you waiting for?

- [Sam] So you decided to poison him?

- She made it sound so easy.

- Jethro's death is waiting to happen.

If he dropped dead one day, no one would suspect anything other than he drank himself into an early grave.

And I know there are things in your lab that won't be traced, and I know you know what to do.

(lips smacking) And if it's actually slipping in the stuff that's a problem, you can leave it to me.

- [Sam] So you manufactured the poison?

- Yeah.

- In your lab on the property, which you later torched?

And what did you concoct for Jethro?

- A powder derived from the death cap mushroom.

It was meant to take longer for him to die so we could distance ourselves from the event, but the state of his liver accelerated things.

- And it was Madison who administered the poison?

- Yeah.

- I need a slash.

- [Trevor] It was like you said, when she had lunch with him.

(vial clicking) (sauce squishing) - Madison Mathers doesn't stand to benefit financially from the tontine, it being a joint tenancy.

- So?

- [Sam] So why was she doing all of this?

- Do you still have absolutely nothing to say?

You know in the other room, Trevor is telling my colleagues the whole story, don't you?

- Trevor can tell whatever story he likes.

- You dined with Jethro Nyman the day he was poisoned.

- Circumstantial.

- Well, that's not how Trevor describes it.

- If he's guilty of something, perhaps he's too weak to own it.

- Was it love?

You're in love with Trevor and he made you do it?

(Madison smirking) What?

- I don't believe in love, and I don't do the bidding of others.

- And then there was Lester, why him?

- Because he wouldn't leave the idea of selling the farm alone.

He had people lined up.

He was getting the others onboard.

- And you didn't wanna get on?

- That place is my life.

Why should the one who walked away decide what happens to it?

- Of course this time she couldn't do the deed, could she?

- Not once we decided on the caffeine solution.

I was the only one that could spike his drink while we were getting ready.

(bag thudding) (zipper zooming) - That clown is a bloody menace.

(Trevor affirming) You agree?

- Yep.

- Putting it in his shorts was a bit of overkill though, wasn't it?

(Mike smirking) Excuse the pun.

- Yeah, well that wasn't quite meant to go like that.

Turns out I'm not very good at this poisoning lark.

- [Lester] You're the one with him on your bloody couch.

(bottles clanging) (liquid splashing) You need to tell him to take his stupid ideas and his drugs and go back to where he came from.

You got that, mate?

(Trevor affirming) I said have you got that, mate?

What?

- Sorry mate, I was trying to refill my drink bottle and I dropped it in your bag and it went all through your stuff.

(zipper zooming) - Geez, Trevor.

You egg.

(Lester chuckling) - Sorry.

(ominous instrumental music) - Come on.

The wet undercarriage isn't actually too bad.

We might be onto something here, come on.

(bicycle chain clicking) - While we were riding there was part of me that was hoping that it wouldn't work.

(bicycle chain clicking) - [Lester] Is that all you got, mate?

(Lester and Trevor laughing) - That he'd just push on through like he always did.

- But that didn't happen, did it?

- No.

- You watched your own brother die in front of you?

(dramatic thudding music) - Lester!

(ominous rumbling music) (cellphone ringing) - Mike?

- Then we come to Dion?

- After Lester, I wanted to stop.

- But Dion was proving impossible to control.

- Was it her idea to both kill and frame Dion?

- No.

That was me.

I wanted it to be over.

- So what, while Madison was whining and dining and poisoning Dion at her place, you were shifting the lab equipment to the nice, secluded place she'd found for him?

(glass bottles clanging) - We needed to keep him outta the batch for the whole night so the ricin would kick in.

- Ricin, isn't that some kind of nerve gas?

- Maybe in fiction.

In life, all you need to do is grind up some castor oil beans.

It is remarkably easy to manufacture.

- You say he needed to be kept out all night?

- So I could set up the lab and he didn't have time to find it and destroy it.

- How did Ms. Mathers keep him out all night?

- She didn't say.

- So was it an intellectual thing to see if you could get away with it?

- Get away with what?

- Or was it because you enjoyed the thrill of getting away with it last time?

- What last time?

- Your mother.

(file thudding) (paper rustling) (ominous instrumental music) - My mother died of a rare bone disease.

(flowers rustling) (trees rustling in wind) - She was ill for a very long time.

- I am aware of that.

I did look after her every bloody day.

- Every bloody day for all of those years until the one day she decided to top herself.

- As I told the police at the time, I was unaware that she'd been hoarding pills.

(Kristin humming) - There was no evidence to suggest otherwise.

Karl Nyman once poisoned your mother with datura.

Was it revenge for that?

- She was never the same after that.

But she once told me amidst all her suffering, it was the best time of her life.

- Going blind for three days?

- Enlightening, she said.

Am I gonna be charged with my mother's murder now?

- Well, it's more a question of how much value you place on a human life?

- Spare me your moral judgment, please.

- Did you end your mother's life?

- No.

But I wish I had.

I wish I had the strength to end her suffering.

- And your own.

- Perhaps.

- So you acted out that frustration with Trevor instead.

- Nice try.

- I mean, after all, you talked about marriage.

- Trevor told you that?

- And although a tontine is a joint tenancy, if only one member is left, and let's say that that's Trevor, if you were married to him and he should accidentally die, then the farm has nowhere to go but to you.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

- And like I said, nice try.

(ominous instrumental music continues) (pen scribbling) - Trevor, you'll be charged in relation to the deaths of Jethro Nyman, Lester Nyman, and Dion Waters.

- I just want it to be over.

- It's only a piece of land, Trevor.

You took three lives over a piece of land.

- [Trevor] It's my home.

- Not for much longer.

(chair clanging) Trevor, you must have realized that Mrs. McTavish sees and hears everything, and yet, you carried on as if she didn't exist.

- Madison wanted to kill her, but I said it would be too suspicious.

(socket wrench clicking) Helen.

With everything that's going on with the farm and the will and everything, I wanted you to know that you'll be okay.

- I'm not next, then?

(ominous instrumental music) (socket wrench clanging on vehicle) - Whatever happens, there'll always be a place for your hair for as long as you want it.

- I know.

I'll be just fine.

- You got played, Trevor, by your old man.

At the end of the day you did exactly what he told you to do.

(door clicking) (door squeaking) (door clicking) - Well, Madison Mathers is still denying everything.

- She's a lawyer.

She'll be figuring a way to leave Trevor holding the smoking gun.

- You were right about the bull.

Taking out Manu Collins lit the fuse.

- Happy families, hey?

- What do you reckon will happen to the farm?

- It'll find a way to survive.

Land always does.

♪ It been a whirlwind ♪ ♪ That I'll admit ♪ ♪ The way we fell into each other ♪ ♪ We fell fast in the rift ♪ ♪ Dragging each other deeper ♪ ♪ Before we'd learned to swim ♪ ♪ There was no relent, my dear, as we pulled each other in ♪ (upbeat instrumental music) ♪ So don't you leave me at the first sign of trouble ♪ - Welcome home, my love.

(Mrs. McTavish chuckling) (ominous rumbling music) (upbeat instrumental music) (upbeat instrumental music continues) (upbeat instrumental music continues)