Don't you look lovely.
Hello! How wonderful to see you both!
And have you had the champagne? Come over here, come over here.
Good turnout.
Yeah, I reckon.
Who wouldn't want to see old Patu in his prime?
- Who? - My great uncle.
My great, great Uncle.
- I'm named after him. - Famous whanau?
Hell, yeah.
Patu Elliot.
One minute he's a panel beater in Brokenwood,
then the movies come to town, next minute, film star.
Can't you see the resemblance?
Yeah, they'll be wanting you for the sequel.
I'm gonna be an actor just like him when I grow up.
Ka rawe, tama.
So you want my autograph right now?
Because I'm going to be too famous later.
- Um... - Please, just one photo Michael.
Hold that thought, Patu. I think my boss need's rescuing.
Boss!
Sorry Gina. I didn't see you there.
I can get my own.
- Reverend. - Excuse me, everybody!
Our guest of honor...
Charlotte Chambers!
Tena ra tatou katoa.
Nau mai haere mai ki te whare nei.
I don't want to say much except apologies for the late start.
We've kept you waiting long enough so...
We're here to witness a very special piece of cinema history,
the only feature film ever shot on location in Brokenwood!
And to watch it with us,
I am delighted to welcome our leading lady,
Charlotte Chambers, everybody.
And in the projection booth, the last of
the Brokenwood Empire's old-time projectionists,
Colin Stubbly.
Colin will be joining us in the foyer at the interval
to draw the raffle for the vintage first-release poster,
signed by Charlotte.
A true collector's item.
I will see you all again then.
Enjoy the film.
That's your great uncle, Patu.
This can't be.
If my husband were to learn of the Ater Nation,
the entire garrison would be set upon you.
Well, let them come.
You think I fear the pakeha muskets?
What's happening?
Ru whenua.
The projectionist has forgotten a reel change.
- A what? - Come on!
Get it together, Colin!
What the...?
Attention, everybody, could I ask you all to quietly,
but quickly, vacate the cinema in an orderly fashion.
Call an ambulance. And the fire brigade.
♪♪
You're not who I was expecting.
Actually, I was expecting a nice night at the movies.
You know, I talk to corpses, too, sometimes.
I can take a hint, Gina. He's all yours.
At the mortuary. It can be lonely work.
So I talk.
I say "hello, person," and then I feel
I know what they are thinking, and they say,
"Hello, Gina.
You are looking lovely today."
It's very nice.
That's a very special talent you have.
Thank you, Mike. You are too kind.
This is not my idea of a relaxing Sunday evening.
What have we got?
Positive ID on the victim
from the driver's license in his pocket.
Lyall Densem, a local businessman
and property developer.
And what was he doing in the projection booth?
I just asked him the same thing.
And I'm guessing he didn't enlighten you.
No, but if anyone had a right to be here, it was him.
According to Patricia here, he owns the building.
Hi, um... Detective Kristin Sims.
Patricia Wells.
Patricia organized tonight's event.
She's also behind the campaign to restore this place.
Yeah, "Save the Brokenwood Empire".
I've seen your fliers.
Do we have next of kin?
Lyall wasn't married.
There is a teenage son living at home I believe.
Kane. And a brother. Oliver.
He owns the building with him.
I've got uniforms on the hunt for the projectionist.
He's disappeared.
He'd be lucky to make it far,
the state he was in.
You didn't see him leave the building?
I wouldn't have let him go.
But you should talk to the bar staff.
They're downstairs.
Copy that.
I saw Reverend Greene being loaded
into an ambulance downstairs?
We found him unconscious near the projection booth.
And it gets better.
He was holding this...
Is that...?
A naked woman?
If memory serves.
Reverend Greene, you dark horse.
The Reverend is in no state to see anyone.
So it's serious then?
He needed stabilizing.
He won't be saying anything till the morning
at the earliest.
Not even a couple of quick questions?
Detective, given he's unconscious...
Right. I see.
I have to go.
- Sims? - Yeah, Mike.
There's no one home at Lyall Densem's.
Try the brother.
And you were both in the foyer the whole time?
Yeah, there were a lot of glasses to set out
for the interval.
Some people pre-ordered their drinks.
One of us might have ducked into
the stock room for a minute.
Maybe. Two minutes tops.
But there was always someone at the bar.
Totally. Always.
And you didn't see anyone come or go?
Not me. Real busy, you know.
Boss, there's something you need to see.
Hi. I'm Detective Kristin Sims. Brokenwood C.I.B.
I'm looking for an Oliver Densem.
Yeah, he's my uncle.
And you are?
Kane. Kane Densem.
This one you can see.
A broken leg, three bruised ribs,
but fortunately feeling no pain
due to being boozed to the eyeballs.
Colin.
Detective Shepherd would like a word.
Hey.
You've been in the wars, Colin.
Do you remember what happened?
Nature called.
So you were in the projection booth.
The film was running.
And I needed to take a slash.
I couldn't be arsed going down the loos.
So I just went out the fire escape.
I've done it hundreds of times before.
It always feels good to piss from a great height.
From the Brokenwood Empire!
But then...
No!
...I bloody locked myself out.
No!
I didn't realize I was going to take my life
into my own hands.
I blame Lyall Densem.
Why's that?
'Cause he's sitting on a fricken fortune,
and he's too tight to pay for basic maintenance.
The old railings, they're not even safety height.
Do you know what time it was when you fell?
Yeah, I'd just done the second reel change.
A reel's 11 minutes so...
22 minutes into the screening?
I understand you found Colin.
He went out on to the fire escape to relieve himself.
For God's sake.
Took a tumble into a rubbish pile,
and got off lightly with a broken leg.
We started a whole 15 minutes late
waiting for him to roll in from the pub.
Been boozing all afternoon.
I noticed.
I'll just grab my roadie now?
Chur.
Look, if I don't get drunk now, then I'll just get drunk later.
And if he wasn't boozing, he was smoking.
Am I right in thinking that I saw
Lyall at the Open Day?
We needed access to some of the storage areas.
He brought the keys, stayed for a while.
How did he seem?
I couldn't say. We didn't really talk.
Where'd you find all this stuff?
Personal collection, most of it.
I've spent most of the last 40 years living abroad
being something of a memorabilia magpie.
Am I talking to a cinephile?
"Movie buff" might be closer to it.
Well, here's looking at you, kid.
"Casablanca."
I'm scared to ask. How much damage did the fire do?
The projector survived.
Along with all five reels of "The Wind From the South."
Well, that's something.
I'm afraid I can't say the same for the other reels.
What other reels?
Sorry. If you'll excuse me.
How'd you go?
I found Kane at his Uncle's place.
Lyall Densem was found dead at the Brokenwood Empire
this evening.
Dead?
How?
At this stage, all we know
is that it seems he was the victim of foul play.
I'm so sorry.
Is there someone I can call?
Kane!
He'll be in his sleepout.
Been there all night.
Clearly Kane spends more time with his uncle
than he does his own place.
Thanks.
Hey, Kane.
In situations like these, we can organize some support.
No. I'll be okay.
Okay, well, here's my number.
Just give me a call if you change your mind.
It's easy to do.
You weren't at the screening tonight?
What screening?
The fundraiser for the Brokenwood Empire.
No, I can't stand that place.
Dusty old flea pit.
No, not my sort of thing.
I was up at the house, reading.
I brought him down a beer about an hour ago.
Hung out for a while.
It's cold tonight, right?
- Freezing. - Yeah, funny thing.
The heater was on but still warming up.
And neither Kane nor Oliver
knew anything about Lyall's movements tonight?
Well, Oliver assumed that he was here at the screening.
Patricia, I think we should get you home.
Detective Sims here will be happy to take you.
I'll get my coat.
Go easy, but find out what you can
about her relationship with Lyall.
Okay. We're just out the front.
I hardly knew the man.
We had a certain grudging respect for each other,
I suppose.
Strictly business.
Still...
it is a shock.
Are you sure you'll be okay?
A stiff whiskey will help.
Well, it is the weather for it.
Thanks for the ride.
You're welcome.
A word of advice.
Don't be fooled by Oliver Densem's
warm cuddly demeanor.
He might not be as flashy as his brother, but, trust me
they're cut from the same cloth.
You know the film's finished, right?
I used to love the movies as a kid.
Saturday matinees.
Is this where you try and tell me
that black and white is better than color?
Always.
Okay. What do we know?
Lyall Densem was supposedly a no show.
Lyall and Oliver own the whole block.
They want to pull it down, build a giant mall effectively.
Lyall was on the guest list as attending,
but his brother Oliver wasn't.
That's Oliver. Keeps to himself.
And you definitely didn't see Lyall arrive?
You were here. Did you see him?
I meant maybe you saw him come in late.
You said you spent some of the time out here in the foyer.
Prepping for the interval.
You didn't want to watch the film?
I've seen it hundreds of times.
Besides, it's a lot of racist old tosh, don't you think?
Here's the problem.
Colin Stubbly leaves the projection booth,
goes out on to the fire escape.
Urinates, falls off.
Which gives Lyall time to get in.
But no one sees him enter the building.
How does he get in?
Hold on.
These are blackout panels, right?
Could've come through this window.
It's a long way down.
Want me to climb out and try it?
Let's leave the Mission Impossible stuff
for now.
Save it for daylight.
So until then, we try to figure out
why a wealthy property developer would want to play Spider-man?
When he could've just come through the front door.
Hey, give us some light.
A second fire exit.
That would be an option if it wasn't for this.
Yeah. My money's on the window.
Lyall phoned his P.A., Cherie Kernan,
several times today.
Can you pay her a visit?
Copy that.
Go away! I told you!
Open up please. Police.
Detective Constable Chalmers.
Can I come in?
Now I realize this is a lot to take in,
but I do have a few questions.
We know Lyall spoke to you today.
Yeah, he asked me to come into work.
On a Sunday?
That's the job, always on call.
To do what?
Whatever needs doing.
And today was?
There were, like, reports that he wanted typed up.
Financial stuff.
How did he seem to you?
Fine, like focused.
We didn't really talk much.
How long were you there for?
He called me in at 6:00.
And then, like, around 8:00,
he told me to take a dinner break.
Hey, local's open. Tell them it's on my tab.
You don't have to do that.
I owe you for calling you on short notice.
- I haven't quite finished. - Go.
Give me half an hour, and I might even join you for dessert.
Did you often eat together?
Sometimes. When we were working.
Not tonight though.
I should've gone back to see if he still needed me,
but I was tired and I just wanted to go home, and so I did.
And the address for Lyall's office?
It's right next door to the cinema.
So you and Lyall were working together right next door
earlier this evening?
Who did you think was at the door?
What?
When I knocked,
you yelled out "Go away."
I don't know.
So, when someone's knocks at the door, you yell out "Go away!"
Is that a condition?
I thought it was him.
- Lyall? - Yeah.
Has he been here before?
A couple of times.
Why?
Because if I'm working late, he insists on seeing me home.
A gentleman.
Nothing ever happened, if that's what you mean.
Um, my card.
If you remember anything else that might be useful,
give me a call.
I didn't kill him.
Well, obviously if you thought he was knocking at the door
10 minutes ago...
That's what you said, isn't it?
Yeah, it was.
For the offender and the victim
to have got to the projection booth,
they either came from inside the cinema
or possibly through the side window.
Interestingly enough, Lyall's Brokenwood Central
project office is here, just across the alley.
And if Colin is telling the truth,
he took a dive from the fire escape around 8:40 p.m.
Yeah, but was he taking a leak or fleeing the scene of a crime?
And then there's this shady character.
Found at the crime scene clutching a spool of film,
which links him to the cause of death.
"Likely" cause of death. Gina is yet to call it.
But yes, a spool of black and white film,
which may or not be a snippet from "The Wind from the South."
Were there any fingerprints found on the piece of film
wrapped around Lyall Densem's neck?
No prints at all.
And what was Reverend Greene
doing with a clip of a naked lady?
A gay man of a certain age with an appreciation
of aesthetic black and white nudes?
I can buy that.
Female nudes?
It's not the Reverend Greene that I'm familiar with.
Well, I can think of someone who knows him a bit better.
Dr. Roger Plummer.
He was at the Open Day.
Excuse me. I think I'm in trouble.
Dr. Plummer?
Mike Shepherd, Brokenwood C.I.B.
It's serious, but he is stable.
Detective, thanks again for letting me know about Lucas.
I would've thought the hospital
would've have tracked you down already.
Lucas and I are very close, but I'm not his next of kin.
This is
the Reverend Greene's sister, Briony.
D.S.S. Mike Shepherd.
A concerning time for you.
I flew in from Wellington this morning, first thing.
And you are?
Roger Plummer. I'm a friend of Lucas's.
Were you with him last night?
No, I'm afraid to say I wasn't.
I'm still waiting for someone to tell me what happened.
We're hoping your brother might provide some clarity.
You'll have to wait.
He's having a procedure to relieve
some swelling from the brain.
He is in good hands.
Oliver Densem vouched for Kane's whereabouts and vice versa.
Well, except it was Oliver who did all the talking.
Kane barely said a word.
Then there's Cherie.
Possibly the last person to see
Lyall alive apart from the offender.
Sims.
It's Patricia Wells speaking.
I need to talk to you.
I'm listening.
There's something I probably should have told you last night.
Okay, are you at home? I can come to you.
No, no. I'll come to you.
Okay.
If you're sure.
Of course.
You again?
Am I in the gun for knocking off Densem now?
I want to talk to you about the other reels
of film in the projection booth
What are you on about?
Not titles I recognized.
It's nitrate stock.
No wonder the bloody place nearly went up in flames.
- They're a fire risk? - Yeah.
They shouldn't have been there. I put them back myself.
Back where?
In the vault, next to the projection booth.
Yeah, it's where we found them.
When? Who's we?
When we were setting up for the Open Day,
Patricia, she wanted to clear out all the junk into the vault.
Densem had the key.
When was the last time this place had
a decent clean out?
Never.
The previous owner, he just locked the doors,
and he walked away years ago.
And the Densems, they only cared about the land value.
My God.
They didn't realize that they were sitting on treasure.
Patricia, she got all excited,
and she wanted them on display in the foyer so Joe Public
could get his dirty little mitts on them.
Well, I said, "Bugger that."
Nope, they're going back where they come from.
They'll keep, alright?
And you and I will have a good squizz at them tomorrow.
I'm going to hang on to this. Is that okay?
Sure.
So you had the only key to the vault?
Buddy, who knows?
I just... I put it back on the desk.
Excuse me.
Later.
Kia ora, boss.
Gina's ready for the post-mortem.
I'm going to need you to cover for me.
Sure. I'll give her your love.
Don't even joke about it.
Tell her I'm busy.
I've still got to interview Dr. Plummer.
- How's the Reverend? - In surgery.
His sister's here.
She flew up from Wellington first thing.
No, she can't have.
What do you mean?
Well, I got a call from my mate, and he's been trying
to get out of Welly all morning.
Airport's closed. Fog.
Thanks.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
Lucas has some rather esoteric interests,
but as far as I'm aware, the naked female form
has never been one of them.
And you have no idea where the strip of film came from?
None.
Tell me if I'm out of line, but I thought I picked up
some tension between the two of you at the Open Day.
I ended my marriage to be with Lucas.
So it's troubling to think he's not fully committed.
Did you even know we were still together
until you saw us at the Open Day?
I can't say I did.
It's the way Lucas likes it.
So you decided not to go to the screening?
I could feel an argument brewing.
I thought it best to stay away.
Lucas and Briony, when did they last see each other?
I really have no idea.
He hasn't heard from her recently?
He must have mentioned a sister, what, twice in five years?
He's a very private man.
Detective Sims, please.
Sure. Sims?
Someone to see you.
That was quick.
I was just heading out for a coffee if you wanted to...
No, I'm fine. Thank you.
Glass of water or...
No, really, I'm good.
Did you manage to get any sleep last night?
Not really.
I kept going over it all in my head.
Remembering things I should have told you.
How's Colin this morning?
On the mend, I believe.
Tell me he's not a suspect.
Well, it would be helpful
if we could find someone to verify when he fell.
That's what I wanted to tell you.
I know for a fact he was still in the building at 8:36.
That's precise.
I checked the time knowing there was a reel change coming up.
I didn't entirely trust Colin to do his job.
I was right not to.
I tried the obvious place.
Colin! Are you in there?
He had been drinking all afternoon.
For God's sake, get back upstairs.
If you miss a reel change...
You're sure it was Colin in the cubicle?
Well, he wasn't in the booth.
Kane. Hi.
Kane. I'm very sorry for your loss.
Thanks.
Well, that's it.
I hope it was of some help.
Yeah, thanks.
Take care.
Um...
You gave me your card.
I think I need to see my dad.
You know, to make it real?
Well, that won't be possible now until after the post-mortem.
- But I can see him? - Yeah, of course.
I'll be in touch as soon as possible
with an appropriate time.
Kane, you should bring someone with you.
What shall I tell Mike?
It's complicated.
Try me.
Tell Mike I'll be in touch.
That's it?
What more do you want?
Cause of death would be good.
In my country, we have a saying.
"The bear dances, but the tamer collects the money."
In this instance, I'm the tamer and...
And I'm the dancing bear.
Well, that's Gina for you.
This is impressive.
"Brokenwood Central."
Lyall's current project.
With the newly restored Brokenwood Empire
as its centerpiece.
So Patricia was about to get what she wanted.
Any half decent architect can knock up a model.
Funding, consents.
Different story.
There's a whole bunch of paperwork to go through.
And these.
Lyall bought them early last night,
along with a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.
They were all on the till receipt in his pocket.
And the flowers didn't make it into water.
And he didn't end up writing on that.
Man, that takes me back.
Where is it?
Seriously?
How long have you lived in Brokenwood?
Long enough.
And you don't know about Ngakinowai Falls?
What am I missing?
Well, look at it. It's a scenic wonderland.
Just don't go flashing your torch there on a Saturday night.
You'll see things that you don't want to see.
It's a make-out spot for high school kids.
And you know this from personal experience?
And that's the cinema right there?
Out of sight, out of mind?
Waiting for the bulldozers to take care of it.
That's the blackout window.
From the top of that,
I could probably shimmy up to it somehow.
Go on then. Show me.
Bit of a run up I reckon.
Close.
Wave the white flag?
You'd need a ladder to get up there.
Man climbs up ladder, man climbs in window,
man is killed.
Dead men don't hide ladders.
Do you reckon you could fit through there?
What have we learned?
You're not Spider-man, but you give a pretty good
impression of Elastoman.
Now, Lyall Densem didn't climb in the window.
But got into the cinema somehow without being seen.
And whoever killed him could have done the same thing.
Followed him in?
And after they'd done the deed...
Came out the way they went in.
Question is, where did they get in?
Hi, um, Detective Kristin Sims, Brokenwood CIB.
Do you have a couple of moments for some questions?
Of course.
It's only arthritis. Some days are worse than others.
But if you're entertaining visions of me skipping upstairs
to do away with Mr. Densem,
I'm afraid my carefree murdering days are long behind me.
Well, the thought hadn't crossed my mind.
How can we help you?
We're speaking with everyone who was at the screening,
just on the off chance they saw or heard anything unusual,
and you were at the top of my list.
That's Charlotte. A-List all the way.
Isn't he lovely?
Ben is my number one fan.
And when the invitation arrived,
well, I knew I couldn't make it without him.
I work as a nurse at Charlotte's rest home.
Well it must have been exciting, revisiting your film career.
Career? Sweetheart, it was one film.
And only because the director fancied me.
Well, did either of you leave the auditorium
during the screening?
We did have a trip to the ladies.
You were with Charlotte the whole time?
He waited outside.
Actually, I nipped into the men's for a vape.
Did you see anyone else?
No, but, this is weird.
I'd just got in, I was leaning against the wall, and...
...it sounded like someone falling.
I thought I should go and look, but I had to get back
to Charlotte, and then...
...I knew I shouldn't be vaping
so I ducked into a cubicle.
Colin! Are you in there?
For God's sake get back upstairs!
If you miss a reel change...
And then you went back to Charlotte?
And we both went back to our seats.
Did you see anyone else leave the auditorium?
I don't think so.
The Reverend guy.
When?
Do you remember what was happening in the movie?
I'm sorry, I just know I saw him leave.
Patricia's smoking man was almost certainly Ben Springer.
It can't have been Colin 'cause Ben had just heard him fall.
That places Patricia in the booth
around the time that Colin fell.
Maybe she pushed him.
I think Colin would've mentioned that.
They could've just missed each other.
Colin goes out on to the fire escape for a leak,
the door closes behind him,
Patricia arrives to check on him.
And then goes looking for him.
Just after he's fallen.
Yeah, the timeframe makes sense.
Assuming everyone's telling the truth.
Why would we assume that?
Orders up.
Thanks, Kimberly.
You okay?
Yeah.
I just need to stop drinking so much of the product.
Chai latte, soy. Thanks.
It's Glenn, isn't it? Hi.
Detective Kristin Sims. It's nice to see you again.
You're back in Brokenwood?
Yeah, I moved here. Couple of months now.
Wow. Good for you.
Yeah, I kind of took a shine to the place after the,
awkward...
Actually, I've been meaning to drop you a line
and thank you for all the support after.
Sure. But there's no need.
Here you go.
Well, I might see you around.
Yeah, I hope so. Take it easy.
- All good? - Yeah.
I mean, a bit weird.
Girlfriend kills co-worker in Brokenwood,
ex-lover decides to move here.
Might be a tourism angle on that.
Well, perhaps this will help our process.
Is that a VHS?
Wow. Where'd you find that? The museum?
The library.
The deepest darkest recesses of the basement.
I figure that whatever was happening off screen
was covered by this.
Well, it's time to dust off the VCR.
"Brokenwood, where you can still watch VHS."
Now that is a tourism angle.
What are we meant to be looking for?
No idea.
If you want to be useful, make popcorn.
We're looking for anything exciting on the screen
that could have distracted the audience
from someone slipping out of the auditorium
or the noise upstairs from the struggle near the booth.
Well, "exciting" is hardly the word so far.
No, this bit's pretty hilarious.
What's happening?
Ru whenua.
Yeah, that would do it.
The old "maiden at the waterfall" moment.
Ngakinowai Falls no doubt.
What happened there?
The censor saw something they didn't like.
Like a naked woman?
Like the one we've got right here in an evidence bag.
Although, I asked Charlotte if she'd done
any nude scenes for the film.
I think I'd remember shooting something like that, don't you?
Boss, someone for you.
You two keep watching.
There'll be a test when I get back.
Kimberly.
And Todd, isn't it?
Todd. That's me. Kia ora.
Kia ora.
I just want to acknowledge that I think
you're doing an excellent job.
Okay?
Geez. And?
Yeah and, um, I need to change my statement.
We both do.
You know how I said, we didn't leave the foyer?
That's what the notes say.
I might have some alternative facts on that.
In other words, he was lying.
Nah, it was more like mis-remembering.
What exactly did you mis-remember?
That we might have nipped off for a tiny little...
I mean, almost invisible... joint.
That's all.
We?
You nipped off for a joint.
I just went out to give him a hurry up.
Leaving the foyer unattended?
I locked the door.
There was a lot of booze on the bar for the interval.
It could have been tempting to someone passing by.
I didn't want to say last night.
Because of Patricia.
Yeah, she would've done her nut if she thought
we were slacking off.
She's already talking about not paying us for the whole night.
This alternative cigarette, where were you exactly?
Here.
Right here.
Did you see anyone leave this building
and perhaps head around the back?
No. Definitely not.
- But you were stoned? - I wasn't.
So I would've noticed.
What time was this?
8:35 maybe.
There was ages till the interval.
Yeah, but we still had heaps to do.
We were supposed to be unpacking the glasses.
I did my part.
You were on your phone half the time.
The killer could have walked right past,
she wouldn't have noticed.
That's so not true.
So you didn't see anyone while you were here?
Only old Walter.
Hey.
What are you two up to?
Nothing.
Get back inside where you're supposed to be.
And knock off the bloody weed, you egg!
Yeah, you egg!
So Walter and his grandson left the screening early?
I'm told you left early last night.
Yeah, kid couldn't hack it.
Tell you the truth, neither could I.
- You want some? - Yeah, sure.
Let me.
Yeah, it was great seeing the old guy on the big screen.
Not much of a story, though.
And young Patu kept falling asleep,
so I just thought "Stuff this, let's bail."
I wasn't the only one either.
Hey. Come on.
Reverend Greene. I hear he landed up in hospital.
I presume that's not all you heard.
Lyall Densem?
Something doesn't stack up.
We know from Walter that he and Reverend Greene
left the auditorium at the same time.
It fits with Todd and Kimberly going outside.
They wouldn't have seen the Reverend go upstairs.
But Ben only remembers Reverend Greene leaving.
He didn't mention Walter at all.
And Charlotte claims she didn't see anyone leave.
Someone's lying.
I've been trawling through Kane Densem's Facebook page.
Smiling selfie at the beach. Smiling selfie in the club.
Smiling selfie in an empty cinema.
Smiling selfie on what seems to be the cinema fire escape.
So?
Well, he told me he can't stand the place.
So, I did a QP, and lo and behold,
a couple of our guys got called to a domestic
at the Densem place a couple weeks back.
Lyall was threatening to lay assault charges
against his own son.
So Kane Densem has been lurking around the cinema,
a place he says he doesn't like.
Hanging out on dodgy fire escapes.
I suppose there's a pretty good view from up there.
Mike Shepherd.
Hallelujah. On my way.
Reverend Greene's awake.
But I haven't even seen him yet!
I'll tell him you're here.
Briony! Good timing.
And that the police need to speak to him.
Actually, I need to speak to you, too.
I want to know why you lied about
flying up Wellington this morning, when you were
in town already, registered at the Brokenwood Sands Motel.
Well, I don't see how that's any of your business.
He's on the mend. That's the main thing.
Excellent.
Now I possibly should have mentioned this earlier, but...
I hear that a lot.
Yesterday, as I told you, I was talking to a younger man.
Yes?
He was actually a former patient.
Don't ask me why he consulted me. I can't tell you.
I wouldn't expect you to.
I'm afraid I irritated Lucas
by talking to him longer than I should have.
I have to admit I was a little flirtatious.
Being an ex-patient, none of the rules
actually apply, of course.
Well, I have the feeling all my old problems
are about to be resolved.
Are you saying there was some follow up to this?
Is that who you were with last night?
Good heavens no!
No need to mention it to Lucas, do you think?
Dr. Plummer, that is a territory I don't wish to get into.
Oliver!
Hi.
Sorry to bother you again.
That's all right.
Is, um, Kane around?
No, I talked him into going for a bike ride.
He's the sort of kid who needs to keep active.
Can I help?
Yeah, I was wondering if you knew anything
about a police call-out to Lyall's place involving Kane.
There were some fisticuffs and argy bargy.
Not much more than that.
What was the fight about?
They never needed much of an excuse.
In that case, I think Kane had taken some liberties
with Lyall's credit card.
It was after that they pretty much stopped talking,
and Kane moved in here.
Was that his idea?
Yes, but Lyall was pretty pleased to see the back of him.
The sad truth is he was never much of a father.
He sort of lost interest when Kane's mother died.
When was that?
Years ago. Kane was just a toddler.
He's been more settled since he moved in here with me,
but he's not a kid anymore.
There's only so much I can do.
Do you know anyone who might have harbored a grudge
against Lyall?
A business rival perhaps?
I'm not the person to ask.
I made the decision a long time ago
to stay away from the business.
Lyall must have left a will. Who stands to inherit?
It'll all be held in trust for Kane.
So Lyall can't have given up on him completely?
No.
Speak of the devil.
- Kane. Hi. - Hey.
I've arranged a time for you to see your dad.
Thank you.
That will mean a lot.
But I also have to take your laptop and your cellphone
for analysis.
What? Can she do that?
I have a warrant.
Is there anything I can tell Mike?
You're like a broken record of a very boring song.
Can we just say it's like 99.9% probability of asphyxiation?
If only it was that easy.
But with all these gawkers, it slows my process.
The sooner this viewing is over,
the sooner I can write my report.
Gentlemen, come through.
We'll leave you to it.
How are you feeling?
Dazed and confused.
Not least by seeing Briony.
My first thought was I must be at death's door for her
to show her face.
You're not close?
She doesn't share my fondness for Brokenwood.
Let's talk about Lyall.
I didn't see him.
I don't remember seeing anyone.
What do you remember?
Not much.
I was almost at the projection booth when the door swung open.
I remember it hitting me, and that was that.
Out like a light.
Why were you going to the booth?
I needed to give something to Colin Stubbly.
A snippet from "The Wind From the South."
Or so I was told. I didn't inspect it too closely.
It turns out there was more than one "Charlotte Chambers."
What?
The director's vision for the film
was a little bit more "European" than anyone anticipated.
Charlotte was half way through the shooting
when Klaus told her about the nude scenes
he wanted her to shoot.
Charlotte wasn't having any of it,
and Klaus couldn't bear to have his art compromised,
so he went looking for a body double
and found an adventurous young nursing student
home on holiday, keen for some extra cash.
Mrs. Marlowe?
She only agreed on condition
that her involvement be kept quiet.
Not that she was ashamed of it... no, far from it.
But she had her parents to consider.
The film was quite scandalous when it was first released.
She was lucky not to be tainted by it.
Most of Mrs. Marlowe's scenes were butchered by the censor.
But even before that,
projectionists began snipping bits as... souvenirs.
Colin Stubbly's father being one of them.
Ernie.
He was the projectionist for years
before handing the job on to Colin.
Now, a few months before he died, Ernie turned up
at Jean's and rather sheepishly handed over some footage
of a nude bathing scene.
How he knew it was of Jean and not of Charlotte
is possibly best left unexplored.
When Mrs. Marlowe found out about the gala screening,
she decides she likes the idea of the film being restored.
Knowing she can't be there herself, she entrusts
the footage to Reverend Greene
and asks him to pass it on to Colin.
The idea being that he could splice it back
into the correct reel ahead of the screening.
But you didn't take it to him
until after the screening had started.
No. I let myself be distracted by some personal matters.
I was expecting a guest who didn't arrive.
Dr. Plummer?
To be honest, I was barely watching the film at all.
But I did happen to notice a particularly bad edit
which was enough to remind me of my mission
and send me upstairs to my fate.
It's quite a story.
Only one way to verify it.
Charlotte Chambers?
Please.
She was plain old Bessie Plumpton when I knew her.
But yes, it's quite true. I was her body double.
They were heady days in Brokenwood.
You'd be surprised.
Nothing you do surprises me.
Well, I'd like to talk further,
but I'm about to jump off the side of a cliff.
A case in point.
Give my love to the Reverend.
- I will. - And to poor
Patricia Wells if you see her.
She must be feeling terrible about all this.
Sorry?
She and Lyall were quite an item.
They were high school sweethearts.
I didn't know that.
And it all ended rather suddenly.
I'd hazard a guess Patricia's happy-clappy mother
had a hand in breaking them up.
Anyway, I must fly.
You do that. And come back home soon.
We miss you.
Well, well. Lyall and Patricia.
I suppose it's too much to hope for some good news
about those nitrate reels.
Nothing to report, I'm sorry.
I'm not sure you appreciate how rare they are.
Anything that survives is being held as evidence.
That's all I can say.
I blame Colin Stubbly.
He should have done what he promised he'd do
and put them in safe storage.
He claims he did.
And how did the fire start?
Whatever else happened up there, Colin was obviously smoking.
He should have known better.
You told Detective Sims that your relationship
with Lyall Densem was only ever professional.
It was.
Even in high school?
It was a long time ago.
We were different people then.
I've already told you everything.
Okay.
When Lyall sent you off to the restaurant,
he secretly made his way into the cinema.
Now, the only logical reason to do that
is because he didn't want to be seen.
The big question is... why?
I don't know.
Did anything unusual happen here last night?
Did Lyall have any visitors?
No. It was just us.
There were flowers on Lyall's desk.
Any idea who they were for?
No.
Was Lyall a smoker?
I don't think so.
But he bought cigarettes
late yesterday afternoon before coming here.
Same time he bought the flowers.
Yeah, well, they weren't for me because I'm not a smoker either.
Okay, forget last night.
Cast your mind back.
Since you started working with Lyall, can you remember a time
when he was arguing with anyone, yelling, any kind of fight.
Yep. He yelled at people on the phone every day.
It was how he did business. I just learnt to tune it out.
I was thinking something more personal.
Family stuff maybe.
Right, you mean Kane?
'Cause they argued, like, all the time.
And can you remember the last time you heard them argue?
It was about a month ago.
I came back to the office after running some errands,
and I could hear them.
Face facts, I don't want you in my life, I never did.
You're old enough and ugly enough to look after yourself,
so get on with it.
Piss off and don't come back!
It was embarrassing, like, obviously,
I wasn't meant to hear it, so I hid until it went quiet.
Kane never came back to the office after that.
Not while I was there anyway.
I can't have been the only girl in love with him.
Well, when I say love, I was 15.
What did I know?
Too much, according to my parents.
They didn't approve?
Of course that only made me more determined.
We were kids. It was exciting.
Slipping out the bedroom window
and sneaking off to our special place.
Where was that?
The same as every other local Romeo and Juliet.
The swimming hole at Ngakinowai Falls.
Thought we'd be together forever.
It was barely one summer.
What happened?
I made the mistake of sleeping with someone else.
Lyall found out and never forgave me.
That must have been tough.
At that age, you think
the heartache will last forever, too.
We moved away soon after that.
And the next time you saw Lyall was?
40 years later.
When I moved back to Brokenwood.
Didn't have a clue he and Ollie owned a cinema.
And then suddenly, there we were,
on opposite sides of a fight.
Enemies?
Opponents.
Not the same thing.
Hey.
We know where that photo was taken, don't we?
It's the Brokenwood Empire's
dodgy fire escape.
These photos are all from the same series.
If you look really closely, this door frame,
you can see someone you know.
Here.
Is that...
Cherie.
What are these?
Photos from Kane's phone.
There's dozens of them.
But here is where things get interesting.
Who's the guy?
Who do you think?
Lyall Densem.
Cherie, you lied to me.
Well, Kane hasn't been entirely truthful either.
And suddenly he has motive.
Jealousy.
I feel sick.
Sick at the thought of someone spying on you,
or sick because we found out you were lying?
Okay, I had a thing with Lyall. Big deal.
Did anyone else know?
No. I never told anyone.
Why not?
Did the whole "Me Too", "Time's Up" thing
not even happen in your world?
Who has an affair with their boss these days?
You do.
Yeah, I didn't say I was proud of it.
Who took these photos?
You tell me.
Kane. Has to be.
Yeah.
I knew that he had a crush on me, but that is...
We'll be talking to him.
He's in more trouble than he realizes.
I saw him.
What?
I saw Kane last night.
Quarter of an hour later, I saw him leave again.
15 minutes. You're sure about that?
Yeah.
Yeah, I was keeping a close eye on the time
because I still thought Lyall might join me.
Thank you.
For finally telling me what you should have told me yesterday.
Kane, I think it's time you told us the truth.
Alright, so I went to see my dad at his office.
Why?
Things have been weird between us for ages.
I just wanted to talk to him and try sort something out.
Why last night?
Because I was sick of waiting for him to come to me.
It wasn't going to happen.
And did you? Talk to him?
He wasn't there.
No one was.
Did you see Cherie?
No.
You didn't see her at all?
No.
So then what did you do?
I waited.
About 10 minutes or so, and then I left.
Did you happen to notice if the back door
to your dad's office was open?
I don't remember.
Well, it was a cold night.
Surely you would've noticed.
Why does it even matter?
We're still trying to figure out how the person
who killed your father gained access to the cinema.
Here's a crazy idea.
He used the front door.
It was locked.
Okay, well, maybe you should talk to
the one other person apart from dad who had a key.
And who might that be?
Come through, come through! It's just at that crucial stage.
Fill your boots.
Yeah, I'm listening.
Well, Kane was seen near the cinema last night
around the time your brother was killed.
When you claimed he was at home with you.
I see.
To put it bluntly, if Kane no longer has an alibi,
neither do you.
Well, that's where you're wrong.
Oliver was with me.
All night.
So who are we looking for?
Good question.
See if the name Ben Springer pops up anywhere.
Charlotte the movie star's nurse?
Yeah, it something that Dr. Plummer said.
He was actually a former patient.
Don't ask me why he consulted me. I can't tell you.
Anything that connects Ben and Lyall together, let me know.
Sure.
Hey, greatest movie ever made. Quick.
"The Lion King."
Well, if you're 8 maybe.
Alright, um, "Fast and the Furious 5."
Seriously. It's good.
The first four.
5 really knocked it out of the park.
It's not exactly timeless classic category, though, is it?
Alright, um, "Shawshank Redemption."
Over "Citizen Kane"?
Never heard of it.
The youth of today.
You need a coffee.
"There's only one person in the world
to decide what I'm going to do, and that's me."
Is that a yes?
No, it's a line from "Citizen Kane."
Great. I guess I don't need to see the movie then.
Wouldn't mind that coffee.
Briony was here with me.
Surely that's all you need to know.
Why lie about being here with Kane
unless you thought he actually could've killed Lyall?
Well, given Kane's history with police,
I had an instinct to protect him.
Did Reverend Greene know you were in town?
No, I-I didn't tell him.
Why not?
To be honest, I didn't want my Bible bashing brother
interfering in my relationship with Oliver.
And what exactly is the nature of your relationship?
Well, we don't know what we are anymore.
We're in the process of finding out.
Oliver and I were together when we were teenagers.
Life got in the way.
We didn't see each other again until this past weekend.
And why now? Why after all these years?
Perhaps if you were dying,
you'd reach out to the love of your life, too.
I don't have much time left.
I don't intend to waste it.
Two versions of the Brokenwood Central designs.
The model and the plans taken from Lyall's office.
See if you can spot the difference.
Brokenwood Empire's on the model.
It's not in the printed plans.
They're old. Check the date.
That's six months ago.
So between then and now, Patricia talked Lyall into
keeping the cinema and restoring it.
Or did she?
Version three, dated last week.
There's no car park, but there's no cinema house either.
No, it's just right there.
"Boutique Cinema and Film Museum."
It's a totally new build.
And it's a fraction of the size of the original.
It's not what Patricia was fighting for.
I'm going to try and get her before she heads home.
Hey, do me a favor and look into a company called
Rosebud Holdings.
Rosebud. On it.
I think the fire in the projection booth
may have been deliberately lit.
By Lyall.
Arson.
Not for the insurance money,
but to free up the land for development.
With an attempt to implicate Colin
by putting burned down cigarettes in the booth.
Lyall bought the same brand that Colin smokes.
The plan being to cast blame on one of the key people
who was trying to save the building.
That's ridiculous.
Not even Lyall would set fire to a cinema full of people.
Why wouldn't he just wait till they'd all gone home?
That's what I've been grappling with.
Excuse me.
Found something on Rosebud Holdings.
It's a limited company with one listed director.
Patricia Wells.
Thanks for that.
There's something else I'm stuck on.
Colin told me that the nitrate films in the fire
were found in the storage vault over the weekend.
They were.
And you told me how rare they are.
What are the chances of there being more than one print
of any of those films floating around New Zealand?
Slim.
And yet those very same titles
were recently sold in an up market auction house
to an entity called Rosebud Holdings.
One of the things Lyall was doing
before he was killed was organizing the transfer
of a large number of shares from Densem Developments
to Rosebud.
Which I've just been informed is owned entirely by you.
Maybe we should continue this down the station.
Could we make it tomorrow?
I have to finish moving all these collectibles.
"After all tomorrow is another day."
That won't be you, will it?
Gone with the wind?
No, Detective Shepherd.
It's taken me 40 years to come home.
I'm not going anywhere.
So far, Briony's story seems to hold.
The motel called and confirmed...
...her bed wasn't slept in.
Sims.
We're on our way.
Looks like we missed out on all the fun.
You have a warped idea of fun.
I didn't know where I was. I was just walking.
Down Lyall's drive, all the way to his back door.
Was it this you were looking for?
One of our guys found it in Lyall Densem's mailbox.
It must have been there a few days.
Lyall's not in the habit of checking his home mail.
If you'd known that, you wouldn't have had to
muck around trying to break in.
It's the results of a DNA test, under your name.
Amazing what you can find out these days, isn't it?
You found out you have a half brother.
Kane Densem.
It wasn't Kane that you sent the results to though, is it?
It was Lyall.
He was my biological father.
Well, why don't you tell us the whole story?
I was adopted out as a baby.
I spent most of my childhood in and out of foster homes.
Ever since I was old enough to think about it,
I've been trying to find my birth parents.
They didn't make it easy.
They both placed vetoes on any information
being released to me.
You can't do that now. They changed the law.
Too late for me.
So your best hope of finding any kind of living relative
was through a DNA test?
- Yeah. - And then what?
You mailed the results to Lyall
as evidence that he's your father?
- Yeah. - Without a letter?
No "Dear, Mr. Densem, you don't know me, but I'm..."
I didn't know how to say it.
Anyway, I knew I'd be seeing him soon enough.
At the screening?
Because your research told you that
Lyall owned the Brokenwood Empire.
Where does Charlotte fit into all of this?
She got the invitation to the screening,
and I thought, "Right, Brokenwood here we come."
So the plan was to introduce yourself to Lyall
as his long lost son?
Well, I didn't get the chance, though, did I?
You'll be charged with burglary and held overnight.
What about Charlotte, though? She needs me.
We'll make sure that she receives the care she needs.
For Kane to be in the DNA database,
he must have sent in a test himself.
Why?
Maybe he hoping to find out
Lyall wasn't his father.
I get the impression he'd prefer anyone but.
Well, I had an interesting conversation
with Charlotte last night.
This is Lyall Densem.
Quite striking, wasn't he?
He was at the Open Day.
Do you remember if he talked to Ben at all?
No.
- You all right? - Thank you.
Probably realize that...
I think the old biddy in the wheelchair scared him off.
Or was it Ben who scared him off?
Lyall saw him at the Open Day and turned tail.
Maybe that's why he wasn't at the screening.
He was trying to avoid him.
That only makes sense if Lyall knew who he was.
How do we know he didn't?
Face facts, I don't want you in my life, I never did.
Talk to Cherie.
Find out what, and preferably who,
she actually saw that day.
Not just what she heard.
And by the way, Lyall's only feasible way into the cinema
was via the disused stairwell.
I thought it was barred from the inside?
Which means he had help.
From who?
Senior.
Alright, Mr. DeMille. Ready for my close up.
These are the old plans.
There's a parking building where my beloved Empire
should be.
And the model from Lyall's office.
The cinema, fully restored.
The jewel in the crown of the Brokenwood Central development.
The result of a year's campaigning and negotiating.
And then there's this.
Fresh from the "recently used" files on Lyall's computer.
Dated Sunday.
It's a totally new development,
80% of which is either car parks or retail.
There's still a cinema.
It's just not the Brokenwood Empire.
I've never seen this before.
Could you... could you tell me what it says?
"The Wells Film Archive and Museum."
Finally a permanent home for that collection of yours.
You're assuming a lot.
I'm assuming that you and your old boyfriend
came to a mutually beneficial understanding
that didn't involve the preservation of the cinema.
Cherie's still not answering her phone.
I'll give her half an hour, see if she calls back.
Copy that.
Good morning, Ben.
Sleep well?
No.
Well, made you a coffee.
Wow, that's...
Coffee.
Free of charge.
Now, I want to know
if you'd ever met Lyall Densem before?
I don't think so.
Really? Not three weeks ago maybe?
In his office.
If it's true, it wouldn't be hard to place you in Brokenwood.
All we'd need is access to your bank or phone records.
Okay, yes.
Yes, I came to see him.
What? Just out of the blue?
I'd tried calling. I sent him e-mails.
He didn't want to know.
I take it your meeting with him didn't go well.
Face facts, I don't want you in my life, I never did.
You're old enough and ugly enough to fend for yourself,
so get on with it.
Piss off and don't come back!
You would've been the last person
Lyall wanted to see at the Open Day.
That would explain why he didn't come to the screening.
He wouldn't have wanted a scene like that in public.
So things changed between you and Lyall, how?
A kind word now and then, a casual drink
after a business meeting, an invitation to lunch.
I'd forgotten how charming he could be.
It was then that I realized he regretted the past
as much as I did.
And nothing says love like shares in prime real estate.
He did love me.
♪ Of the way we thought we'd be ♪
♪ Together ♪
But by then, "Save the Brokenwood Empire"
had real momentum.
Lyall had the idea of setting a fire in the projection booth.
- Arson? - Shh!
Hear me out.
It probably won't destroy the building.
It'll just take the roof off, do enough damage to make sure
the whole place has to be demolished.
And take that old drunk Stubbly down a peg or two
while we're at it.
But I swear it was never
the plan to do it while the cinema was occupied.
What was the plan?
You were right about the nitrate reels.
They were mine.
We planted them in the vault.
And staged their discovery in front of Colin,
knowing he'd be excited by them.
Aw, they'd be things of great beauty.
What we didn't count on was Colin
insisting on hanging on to the key.
Lyall couldn't ask for it back without raising suspicions.
And he needed access to the films to implicate Colin
so that the fire didn't look like an insurance job.
We knew the key would be on the projection desk.
The new plan was for
Lyall to retrieve the films during the interval.
When Colin would be busy downstairs.
Colin will be joining us in the foyer
at interval to draw the raffle...
Then put the films under the projection desk,
where Colin wouldn't notice them,
and then Lyall could come back later and set them alight.
After the screening.
Yeah, dropping cigarette butts in the process
to implicate Colin.
And make sure that he wasn't seen
by using the disused stairwell.
When he didn't turn up at the screening,
I assumed he'd had second thoughts.
I... I have no idea who killed him
or why the fire started when it did.
We found this on Lyall's desk,
along with a bunch of flowers.
It's blank.
A "thank you" maybe?
He was a romantic at heart.
But towards whom?
Sorry?
God.
Charlotte thinks she might have slept
through part of the screening.
She doesn't remember you leaving a second time.
But you did though, didn't you?
No.
Really?
You told us you saw Reverend Greene walk out.
I did.
But we know someone else left at exact the same time.
You never mentioned it.
Perhaps because you weren't there to see anyone leave.
I like my coffee strong.
Of course you do.
So, cause of death?
I'll wait for Mike.
Cherie, thanks for...
Cherie?
Cherie, are you there?
I've got to go.
Mike! Good.
Hold that thought, Gina.
Can I help you?
I simply wanted to apologize
for not being completely straight with you.
It was unnecessary.
It's an occupational hazard. You wouldn't be the first.
I'll make my own.
It's all right.
I forgave you a long time ago.
Cherie?
I was never gonna hurt her.
Kane, where's Cherie?
Cherie, are you there?
Yeah!
You all right?
- Help! - It's DC Chalmers.
I want you to stay there until I say it's okay, got it?
Yep!
Drop the knife, Kane.
Put it down now.
I was just trying to unlock the door, you know?
Now, you're going to lie face down, hands behind your head.
Kane Densem, you're under arrest
for brandishing an offensive weapon.
Okay, Cherie.
I just wanted to talk to her.
I just wanted to talk to you, Cherie!
What did you want to talk to Cherie about, Kane?
I don't know. Just...
From Russia with love.
Gina.
Don't let me interrupt.
Do you recognize these, Kane?
You took these photos, right?
No.
They were on your phone.
You didn't go to your father's office
to make up with him, did you?
He knew I liked her.
He totally knew.
That must have hurt.
Anyway, he wasn't there.
The lights were on, and the back door was open.
What time was this?
I don't know.
Well, let me help.
Cherie saw you go past the restaurant at quarter to 9:00.
8:43 p.m. to be precise.
About the time Lyall would have expected the interval
to be starting.
He didn't know that the screening was running
15 minutes late.
I'll leave you to it.
Ready to talk?
Look, Ben, so far, no one's accusing you of anything,
other than lying.
But if you did see Lyall in the cinema
or anything else at all unusual, it's important that you tell us.
It might just help us find the offender.
Look, Charlotte fell asleep in her own movie.
To be honest, it was tedious.
So I went for another vape.
So you headed out the back door.
Yeah.
Then I saw Dad.
And he was acting kind of weird.
So I followed him, wondering what the hell was going on.
I heard voices coming from the booth.
My dad and someone else.
I couldn't hear what they were saying,
but then Dad actually started shouting.
What was he shouting?
I've already got one useless son dragging me down.
"Why would I want another?"
What's happening?!
You were vaping in the men's loos.
Then what?
No. I went upstairs.
And that's when I saw him.
He seemed to be looking for someone like he was
expecting someone else to be there.
Colin. Then what?
I went downstairs. Back to the movie.
Really?
The very man you'd come to Brokenwood to see?
He's right there, and you don't go after him?
Need a word.
Excuse me.
I'm charging you under section 268 of the Crimes Act.
Conspiracy to commit arson.
I hope you're not expecting to pin a murder charge
on me, as well.
It was you who put the bar back over the door, wasn't it?
I thought at the very least, it might cover Lyall's tracks.
You and Briony Greene,
I didn't realize you knew each other.
Please.
Surely you've worked it out by now.
Oliver always wanted what Lyall had.
He had a perfectly lovely girlfriend of his own,
but that didn't stop him making a play for me.
I didn't stop him either.
I liked the attention.
But it was almost as if Ollie wanted to be found out.
Lyall, no!
After all, what was the point of having me if
Lyall wasn't hurt by it?
Things have changed a bit, Ben.
We have a witness to the events in the projection booth
leading up to Lyall's death.
They heard the words,
"I've already got one useless son dragging me down."
It's taken a while for events to come into focus.
But now...
All right.
You're on the landing.
You heard shouting coming from the projection booth.
Then what?
Eventually it went quiet.
So I went up to the booth, and there was just this guy
just lying on the floor.
Most people, when they come across a dead body
reach for their phones and call the police.
What did you do?
I... I panicked.
I just ran back down the stairs.
So you took off.
Like you were never there.
Except Cherie saw you go.
What happened when you got home?
I told Uncle Ollie everything that happened.
So he set about creating an alibi for you.
Turned on the lights and the heater,
tried to make it look as if you'd been there all night.
Except you didn't go straight home, though, did you?
Kane, you're freaking me out. I don't want you here!
You just can't tell anyone you saw me tonight, okay?
Promise me!
But then when you learned that she'd
broken her promise, you paid her a visit.
Jesus!
How the hell did you get in here?!
Sorry, I... I just want to talk.
- Can we... can we... - I'm calling the police.
No, no! Don't do that!
Get out! Please get out!
Just listen!
Out!
Aaah!
All that effort to avoid looking guilty
for something you say you didn't do.
Why?
I stood there and saw my own father dead,
and I didn't care.
I felt nothing.
In that way, I'm guilty as.
I just... I just wanted him to listen.
What are you doing?
- Get out. - I just want to talk!
Get out and keep your trap shut!
You can't keep treating me like this.
I'm your son! I deserve some respect.
Respect?
I've already got one useless son dragging me down.
I don't need another!
Get your hands off me.
What the hell?!
I didn't mean to.
I swear I didn't mean to.
Blood was obviously much thicker than water.
After that, neither Lyall nor Ollie
wanted anything to do with me.
Three months later, I found out I was pregnant.
My parents moved me away.
Being a good Catholic girl, I had the baby
and gave it up for adoption.
I never knew who the father was,
but I put Lyall's name down on the birth certificate.
Wishful thinking or lesser of two evils.
I still think about that boy I gave away.
Every now and then, I...
I think about finding him.
Never been brave enough.
You know the crazy thing about this?
Apart from the fact that he killed his own father?
Or did he?
What?
Well, DNA being what it is
and Patricia not knowing who the father of her baby is,
it's entirely possible that Ben was on the wrong track.
So the kicker is, if Oliver is Ben's father,
he'll be dead by the time Ben gets out of jail.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this very special
screening of the newly restored, naughty-bits-and-all,
version of Brokenwood's own cinematic classic,
"The Wind from the South."
That's it?
That's what all the fuss was about?
They were more innocent times.
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