Brokenwood Mysteries

(pensive music) (rain splashing) - [Rayleen] Hey, someone, you better come.

You better come now!

Something's not right!

- Oh, Rayleen, give it a rest.

- [Rayleen] You need to come!

You better come now!

- That's enough.

- You better shut up, Rayleen, unless you wanna... (ominous music) Jesus.

(cell door clatters) - Don't look at me.

(intense music) ("Wildfires" by Jenny Mitchell) - [Sam] I hate prisons.

- [Kristin] Well, I think, my friend, that's the whole idea.

People come here for a long time, not a good time.

Your lies fall like honey Off of the silver spoon Oh, and I'd bet all my money - Hello, Detectives.

I'll be running back to you.

It's nice to see you again.

And it's the love of the chase Not the final prize At at the expense of this race I might just lose my mind And I know You're no good for me Oh, but wildfires... - [Angela] Hello.

(door slams) Angela Lafferty.

I'm superintendent here.

- Detective Kristin Sims and DC Breen.

- Welcome to Brokenwood Women's.

Brenda, why aren't you in the yard?

- [Guard] I found her in the library.

- You know I love a good book, ma'am.

- The yard, now.

- [Brenda] Yes, ma'am.

- [Angela] Come this way.

Light up, let it burn Pray we all live through the hurt Light it up... My ladies are unsettled, losing one of their own.

Even hardened criminals aren't immune to grief.

Here you are.

Trudy, kitchen duty is canceled.

Get her to the yard, please.

(door slams) And what about Jonesy?

- She's still in solitary.

- I want her in the yard too.

- Move it, Neilson.

- Apologies, like I said, unsettled.

(canner beeps) (door lock buzzes) I'm sure you'll see it's all rather tragically straightforward.

Corina Doyle.

She was seven years into a 15-year sentence.

(camera clicking) (ominous music) (camera clicking) - Get Gina in here.

(gate buzzes) - Hey!

Hey, come over here!

I've got something I need to ask you.

- You okay?

- Yeah, suicide by pencil.

I've seen everything now.

- I suppose in here, one's options are kind of limited.

- [Kristin] Mm.

(footsteps pattering) - Do you have everything you need?

- Uh, who found the deceased?

- My senior guard, Denise Karawa.

She was alerted by one of the ladies who raised the alarm.

- [Kristin] Okay, can we speak with Denise?

- I sent her home.

It was the end of her night shift.

- Did she fill out an incident report?

- Of course.

It's in my office.

Come this way.

- I'm surprised you didn't keep the guards here, so we can speak to them.

- With overtime rates as they are, it wasn't an option.

Welcome to my pleasure dome.

Please excuse the mess.

Quarterly report time.

I feel I am forever reassuring shareholders, the sky is not falling.

You like fish, Detective?

- I like your office.

Maybe it's time for a makeover down at the station.

Do you think the boss would go for it?

- I do my best to remind the ladies that outside these walls lies beauty and hope.

Whenever they're brought before me for discipline or reward, I see it as an opportunity to remind them of that by hosting them in a room that evokes nature and a sense of harmony.

- There was a second guard, Kasey Biden?

- Yes.

- Has she been sent home too?

- Well, as I said, there was a shift change.

Is there a problem?

- We will need a statement from Denise and Kasey as soon as possible.

- I We'll put them in touch.

- You said Corina was seven years into a sentence.

Had she spent all that time here?

- No, she was transferred here from City Women's about a year ago, but she settled in nicely.

Initially, she roomed with Rayleen Hogg but asked to be moved.

Rayleen can be a little intense.

- We are familiar with Miss Hogg.

- [Kristin] And she raised the alarm?

- Yes, she woke most of the wing.

- Was Corina generally well liked?

- Yes.

- And happy?

- Well, so it seemed, but troubles run deep, I suppose.

Now, I'd like to walk my ladies through D Wing for a karakia and some reflection to start the healing process and clear the negative energy.

How soon can I do that?

- The pathologist won't take long.

She's Russian, very efficient.

(pensive music) - Here we go, a Breen special.

- Where are we at?

- Uh, so, the deceased is one Corina Doyle, aged 35 years, originally from up these ways, but- - She moved to the western suburbs of the city in her twenties.

Corina Bennett is her maiden name.

She was married to a Jayden Doyle for three years before killing him in their garage with a blunt end of an ax.

She was sentenced to 15 years, two less than a life sentence for an early plea.

- Clearly, I've just wasted my time.

- Do you know her personally?

- I know her from my time as a DI in the city.

I'm the one who put her away.

When I met Corina, she was a young woman who suffered terrible spousal abuse.

Jayden Doyle was notorious in crime circles for being a violent thug.

(dramatic music) Police were called in by neighbors several times.

- Please, babe, no.

- [Mike] But he always managed to persuade her to drop charges.

- Please babe, don't, don't!

- But then one day, she struck back fatally.

(Corina grunts) She was apprehended.

But after days of interviews, she refused to divulge what she'd done with the weapon or his body.

- If there was no weapon or body, how did you get a conviction?

- She confessed right off the bat.

- He's dead, because I killed him with one big fat whack.

- She told us how and why and with what, just not where to find the body.

- You can ask all you want.

I'm not saying.

- What about his family for their sake?

- Seriously?

They stood by and let him do what he did.

They knew.

- Yes, but they didn't do it.

- Didn't they?

- Give them closure, Corina.

- They don't deserve closure.

- I think we're done here.

- If you tell us, if you cooperate, I'll talk to the prosecutors.

We'll see what we can do.

- I'm going to jail for a real long time anyway.

Doesn't make much difference.

Gotta keep something for myself.

- And you can appreciate, this feels somewhat personal.

We should keep an open mind.

- But the report said she was found bleeding and unresponsive in her locked cell.

- Yes.

- Which suggests suicide.

- Does it?

So Breen, get back to the prison, grab all the CCTV.

Kristen, we need to talk to the guards to get more detail.

I wanna know the truth about Corina's fate.

(pensive music) - [Kristin] It must have been a traumatic morning.

- [Denise] Mm, put me off my corn flakes, that's for sure.

- Did you ask to be stood down?

- [Denise] No, I'm working tomorrow, back on days for a bit.

- After a week of nights?

- Covering for a colleague.

Could use the cash.

Though I prefer nights, quieter normally.

- Um, had Corina Doyle shown any signs of distress or been involved in any fights with other inmates?

- Mm, not more than anyone else.

You know, tensions boil over sometimes.

- What she liked?

- Yeah, one of the popular ones.

Good looking, confident.

She seemed at peace with where she was at and why.

- How often do you check on the prisoners?

- We do walk-bys every hour.

I did 1: 00 AM, 3:00 AM, 4:00.

Then nothing till 6: 30 when we wake the women up for their morning routines.

(ominous music) - Then you discovered Corina at 5:34 AM?

- Mm-hm.

- [Mike] That doesn't fit with your patrol time.

- Oh, one of the prisoners was making a disturbance.

- Rayleen Hogg?

- Mm.

So I went to check it out.

- [Rayleen] You need to come now!

- Stop.

Stop.

- Now!

- You better shut up, Rayleen, unless you wanna... (dramatic music) - To be honest, Rayleen's hard work, so I just expected it to be her acting up.

(cell door clangs) Then... Yeah, it's not the first time I've found an inmate.

Probably won't be the last, but... - Were there any other prisoners awake?

- All of them.

Couldn't have slept through Rayleen's carry-on.

- Thanks, Denise.

- Um, we're checking with CCTV footage, so we'll be back with any further questions.

- Good luck with that.

- Meaning?

- Well, there isn't any.

- Well, I've seen the cameras mounted on the walls.

- Decommissioned.

You have to understand one thing about Brokenwood Women's, money's too tight to mention.

Me and the others have been trying for years to get them back operational for our own protection, let alone the inmates.

- Well, this may be a prison, but human rights cannot be breached.

- Well have you considered it puts your staff at risk?

- [Angela] My staff are capable of looking after themselves.

Look, am I missing something here, detective?

- Well, we like to keep an open mind.

- There are operational cameras monitoring external exits if that is of any help.

- Yeah, well DC Breen's already on his way, so if you could furnish him with what you do have, that would be appreciated.

- [Angela] Of course.

(phone clatters) - Weird.

- Unbelievable.

(phone ringing) (upbeat music) Gina.

- Mike, I'm ready to receive you.

(Kristin scoffs) - We're on our way.

Hi, Corina.

How the hell did you end up this way?

- The fatality was caused by a single stab wound, two inches deep, passing between the third and the fourth ribs and the pericardial cavity, tearing open the right ventricle of the heart.

The victim bled dry.

- Which is why there was such a high volume of blood.

- Exactly, Mike, also caused by the curiously shaped wound.

- In what way?

- Asymmetrical.

I think the blade was improvised.

- Blade, so it wasn't caused by the pencil?

- Possibly, but not conclusively.

- And what about this?

Is this bruising?

- Of some kind.

Very strange.

Perhaps she dropped herself onto the blade, and this was caused with another point of impact.

I will conduct some tests.

Something else unusual, when I was walking outside the prison, one of the women said something very strange.

- [Trudy] I need you to tell Mike Shepherd something.

- I know Mike very well.

He's a busy man.

- He's about to get a lot busier.

- Too busy to talk to you.

- Tell him Trudy Neilson knows where the body's buried.

- These prisoners are not very bright.

Of course the body's not buried yet.

It is right here.

(door clatters and creaks) - [Angela] Look, sorry, your name again?

- DSS Mike Shepherd.

- Mr. Shepherd, I'm unsure why you need to interview witnesses.

There were none.

(cell door clatters) - We're yet to determine the exact cause of death.

But if someone saw or heard something, that could be helpful.

- If one of my ladies takes her own life, then sadly, that is the cause of death, and it is something we will handle internally.

- But if it wasn't?

- [Angela] Are you really suggesting foul play?

- Well, we need to keep an open mind- - Open mind, yes, you said.

Brokenwood Women's has a clean slate in that regard.

Inmates have only very rarely died by their own hand or through an unfortunate accident.

- It's very hard to fall on a pencil.

- Have you read Nietzsche, detective?

- Not to any great extent.

- I have.

- [Angela] "If you stare into the abyss..." - "The abyss stares back at you."

- Very good.

- Meaning?

- If you look hard enough for long enough, you will find things that aren't even there.

- Or you find things that are there, which is always more satisfying.

- Trudy Neilson is waiting for you in the Lawyer's Room.

- Trudy.

- Detectives, been a while.

- Indeed.

- How are you?

- Oh, you know, staying outta trouble.

- You look well.

- Oh, it's all the crap food and fluorescent lighting.

After three years, it does wonders for your complexion.

- Your cell was next to Corina Doyle's.

- Yeah, she was one of the good ones.

- Did you hear anything unusual last night?

- [Trudy] Nothing till Rayleen started whining.

Whatever Corina did to herself, she didn't make a bloody sound.

- We understand you might have some information about a body.

What body are you referring to?

- Corina's dog breath husband, Jayden Doyle.

(dramatic music) We got friendly.

She opened up, trusted me.

Talked about how she ended up in the can.

Told me the whole story of what happened with her husband.

Sounds like he deserved what he got.

(trunk slams) (Corina panting) - Did she say what she did with his body?

- [Trudy] Buried him.

- Did she say where?

- She explained it in detail.

She even drew a map.

That's all I can remember.

- This map was in a book?

Can you recall the title?

- Like I said, that's all I remember.

If I talk to my lawyer, I'm sure that'd jog my memory.

No such thing as a free lunch, Detective, - You'll need to prove the existence of this map before I can involve higher ups.

- In the presence of my lawyer, tomorrow.

The sooner the better, I'm sure.

- Why did you think Corina entrusted you with this information after all these years?

- She was scared.

- Of?

- Same thing everyone's scared of.

- If I die- - You're not gonna die, hun.

No way.

The girls won't let it happen.

- Yeah, but if I do, I can't take this secret with me.

- Why did she think she might die?

- Shaz Doyle.

When she heard Shaz was coming in to do a stretch, she knew her time might be up.

I guess she wanted someone to hold that secret safe.

- Jayden Doyle's sister is here in Brokenwood Women's?

- She was.

Doing three years for GBH.

- Did you know of the family connection between Shaz and Corina Doyle?

- As a privately run prison, I'm expected to be operating at capacity.

I'm not in the business of being choosy.

- So you knew?

- Yes, which is why she was eventually segregated over to C Wing.

- Eventually suggests that they did have contact.

- Well not after the craft class incident.

- [Ms. Marlowe] Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one.

Rayleen, we're knitting scarves, not a bikini.

- (giggling) Maybe you'd like to model it, eh, Corina?

- Dream on, Rayleen.

- You're gonna die, bitch.

(prisoners screaming indistinctly) - Shut up!

Don't speak!

- Oh, that's a sure way to drop a stitch.

- Shaz Doyle was segregated and then transferred to another prison.

- When was this?

- [Angela] She was moved away the night before last.

- And then Corina supposedly takes her own life.

You don't think that's a coincidence?

- Shaz was a threat removed.

She wasn't here.

- [Mike] We're gonna need to speak to all the women in D Wing.

- And we're yet to talk to Kasey Biden, the other guard working with Denise Karawa.

- It'll be lock-down soon.

I'll make all my ladies available tomorrow after visiting hours.

Kasey will be working then as well.

For the record, knitting classes have been banned.

Sadly, it only takes one bad egg.

(bright country music) - Angela Lafferty runs a very liberal prison, limited CCTV, knitting needles.

- She's a new-age bureaucrat.

- I'm surprised she doesn't offer ladders and angle grinders.

- (chuckles) Too many seminars, none of them on common sense.

What did you make of Trudy Neilson?

- Uh, she seemed genuinely cut up about Corina.

- Still prepared to play hardball with Corina's personal information.

- Yeah, well she knows she has leverage.

I mean, what other hope does she have?

- Trudy gets leverage, Corina dies.

That can't be a coincidence.

(vehicle engine rumbling) (dramatic music) - Hello, Mike.

- Gina.

- Ah, great, just what I always wanted, a slab of raw beef for the office.

- It is best to simulate human flesh.

I thought pork was your preferred cut.

- At this time of year, beef offers a closer density.

- Are you giving us a demonstration?

- No, you are.

Please.

Stab the beef as best as you can.

- Seriously.

- Please, Mike.

You know you want to.

(playful music) A for effort, Mike.

You broke it.

- Bullseye.

- You may have penetrated, but if you look closely, you have no lead in your pencil.

I conducted this test myself 48 times.

Every time the pencil mostly snapped, and the lead broke.

The weapon found at the scene had its lead intact.

Therefore, I conclude it was not the instrument that killed Corina Doyle.

- Any idea what did?

- It's a prison, an improvised device.

- Sharpened plastic spoon?

- Too weak.

- The arm of a pair of glasses.

- Too thin.

- A knitting needle.

- Too round.

- Macrame hook.

(Gina scoffs) - No one does macrame these days.

I will conduct my tests.

Leave it to me.

- We can be certain that Corina didn't die by her own hand, but that someone wanted us to think that she did.

- And we also know the women on D Wing had serious form, most notably her immediate cell mates.

Trudy Neilson poisoned a neighbor and strung him up like a scarecrow.

(ominous music) (crows cawing) Brenda White.

- Stabbed the woman her lover was flirting with.

(Brenda grunts) (victim thuds) - And Rayleen Hogg, electrocuted country music singer, Holly Collins.

(door bangs) (ominous music) - No!

(electricity buzzing) - And stabbed Holly's boyfriend, Waylon Strings.

- There's a saying in Russia, "I think it's a case of vishlok, vlavstok, vushka, voe."

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

(easy country music) - Detective.

- Ray.

- It's a bit awkward, isn't it?

Having to visit one's sister in the big house?

No one wants that.

- [Sam] What about Doug?

Was he not up to it?

- Dougie's moved on.

Having a missus in jail wasn't really working for him, so it's down to me.

Anyway, best be off.

- [Sam] Good on you.

- We both do our bit as prison visitors.

- I've always had a soft spot for Brenda White, as you know.

- And how's she doing?

- Very well.

She's truly remorseful for what she did.

- [Mrs. Marlowe] And I visit Rayleen Hogg, because, well- - Oh well, she'd have no one.

- (chuckles) A real Nancy No Mates.

However, she's doing very well with her Bible studies.

- She's found God?

- Quite born again.

Even a double murderer deserves a second chance.

As Jesus said, "Let he who is without sin," and all that.

- Terrible news about Corina Doyle.

I take it foul play was involved?

(water burbling) - A murder investigation.

- Yes.

- Are you sure?

- [Mike] In so far that we know it wasn't suicide, then yes.

- And do you have a murder weapon, a motive?

- We're in the process of obtaining that.

- Does this Trudy Neilson business have anything to do with this?

- We'll know more when we've interviewed the other woman.

- Her lawyer is due later.

I trust she's not wasting your time.

Anything of interest in the CCTV?

- Not as yet.

- My point proven.

An invasion of privacy with no useful outcome and an unnecessary cost.

- Best we get on with it.

- Detectives.

I hope you're right, because if you're not, but the news gets out that Brokenwood Women's has had a murder on my watch, that genie will never get back in the bottle.

- [Mike] Rayleen, you raised the alarm.

- Everyone else was asleep.

- But you weren't.

- No.

I mean, I'm actually a heavy sleeper, but I wake early, around 5:30 to get extra time with my bible.

- Yes, Reverend Greene told us that you'd found God.

- Well, he found me actually, (chuckles) which was pretty lucky.

I was lost.

I'll admit that.

When I met you both back when I wasn't at my best.

God's word is of great comfort and offers a clear path on my journey to redemption.

And I really like the stories.

(laughs) "And then Jesus said, 'Hi, I'm Jesus, "'and this is the way of light.

"'And I am the torch of truth.

"'And I can do magic tricks.

"'Look how I can turn my wine into blood.'"

(ominous music) Hey, hey, somebody!

- [Kristin] Had you heard any unusual noises before that?

- I really liked Corina.

She's really nice, and she really liked me.

- [Yoga Instructor] Holding the tummy in... - [Rayleen] She used to flirt with me in yoga.

(laughs) - Turning onto your left side for the scissor Buddha by the pool position.

- [Rayleen] Couldn't keep her eyes off me, actually.

So I wouldn't want to hurt her if that's what you're thinking.

- We're just trying to get a clear picture of how everyone related in your wing.

- Oh real well, huh, Kasey?

Except for that time Corina smacked you.

- That was a mistake.

(dramatic music) You know that, Hogg.

(Rayleen laughing) - Yeah, true.

It's a real shame Corina's dead.

But as Jesus said, "There's plenty more fish in the sea."

- Oh, I'm not sure he quite said that.

- Someone hasn't been reading their bible, Detective.

- Well thank you, Rayleen.

We'll leave it there.

Tell me, I seem to remember that your mother was unwell.

Does she managed to visit?

- No.

She died.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- I wasn't there for her, you see, stuck in here.

(ominous music) And whose fault was that?

- [Guard] Come on, Rayls.

- [Brenda] Like I said, slept through the whole thing.

- A woman dies two doors down from you and nothing?

- Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil, that's how it works around here.

- Choosing not to hear anything doesn't mean nothing's heard.

- Oh, if a tree falls in the forest and all that, right?

- You didn't hear or see anything?

- [Brenda] I feel like you're wasting my time.

- Funny, I get a similar feeling.

- No offense, but I'm only interested in talking to the big guy.

- God?

Well yeah, me too.

At least, you know, he might have heard something.

- No, your senior.

- My boss is busy.

- Mm, oh well, his loss then, because what I have to say is way above your pay grade.

(dramatic music) - You and Denise Karawa were on watch when Corina died.

Did you do a walk-by that night?

– I did 12: 00 and 2:00 AM.

- And anything outta the ordinary?

How long does a walk by?

- Take 10 minutes.

If everything's all quiet, five, to be honest.

- And the rest of the time?

- [Guard] Doing what everybody else does these days.

There's nothing much else to do.

- That came from Corina.

- I was trying to break up a fight between her and Shaz Doyle.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

(prisoners grunting) Corina took a swing.

I got in the way.

(Shaz laughing) It wasn't meant for me.

- So, nothing personal then?

- Occupational hazard.

- But you didn't put Corina in solitary.

- It was Shaz's fault.

She'd been targeting Corina for weeks.

(door clattering) She even tried to steal my keys.

Grow a brain, Doyle!

(Shaz scoffs) - I take it she wasn't successful.

- I wouldn't have my job if she had been.

- Has that happened before, prisoner stealing keys?

- Not on my watch.

(dramatic music) - Do you get on well with the prisoners?

- I like to think so.

- And the superintendent?

- Angela?

Could do with a bit less of the whale song and yoga and namby pamby stuff.

I mean, it's not supposed to be a holiday camp, is it?

- Any ideas on how a woman dies in her locked cell?

- I thought it was suicide.

- Other than suicide.

- Look, all these women are bloody crafty.

You turn your back for a minute, and they'll be up to something.

Now, I actually like some of them, but I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them.

- I hate this God forsaken place.

- [Mike] It's not meant to be a picnic.

- I was guilty of one spontaneous mistake.

- You stabbed an innocent woman with a pair of scissors.

- She walked into them.

- She died, Brenda.

- Yes, and that was wrong.

- I'm glad you can see that.

- It was wrong and she died, I get it.

But I'm a changed person.

I lost everything.

I didn't just lose my freedom.

I lost Declan.

I even lost my baby.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- But my anger is under control.

It won't happen again.

It was just a jealousy thing, and jealousy is ugly, I know that.

- I'm not sure why this declaration was above DC Breen's pay scale.

- I know where Jayden Doyle is buried.

(dramatic music) Trudy Neilson may say that she does, but she doesn't.

- What makes you say that?

- I'm the one with the map.

I'm not interested in playing games, Brenda.

- Well, your loss then.

- How is it that you know this information, and Trudy doesn't?

- Because Trudy's lying.

Corina told me in confidence.

- For all I know, both of you're wasting my time.

- You sure about that?

You try to get it, and it'll be sexual assault.

You better believe that I'm holding all the aces right now.

- [Kristin] Brenda White could be playing you.

- I suppose it's a bad time to ask about my pay grade?

So what happens now?

- I talk to Hughes.

- I get that finding Jayden Doyle's remains is important to you, but is it helping us figure out who killed Corina?

- Well if they're linked, it's two birds with one stone.

- And if they're not?

- Then we get another stone.

- The other two women on the wing the night in question, a CJ Walker was in the secure hospital unit with blood poisoning from an infected tattoo caused by the other, known as Jonesy.

(CJ groaning) Apparently Jonesy scratched Walker across the tattoo.

- She went to solitary for that.

- Jonesy was already on her last warning after a violent outburst against Shaz Doyle two weeks prior.

(prisoners grunting) - Shut your mouth, Doyle!

- Jonesy!

(prisoner yelling indistinctly) - For someone who wasn't here very long, Shaz Doyle certainly made an impression.

- It's the Doyle way, punch first and forget to ask questions later.

Find out what that fight was about.

- On it.

Regardless, Walker and Jonesy weren't on the wing.

So Trudy, Brenda, and Rayleen Hogg are our key suspects.

- Chase up Gina on what object was used as the murder weapon.

- Me?

Gina hates me.

- No, it's an act.

- Ah, actually, it's not.

- Seriously, if I asked Gina to do anything, guaranteed she won't do it.

I'll have to tell her it's a personal request from you.

- Tell her anything you want, just get it done.

(phone ringing) Angela.

- We have an issue.

- Brenda White stole my map.

- The map you told me about yesterday?

- [Trudy] I've been totally ripped off.

- I would normally handle a property violation internally, but... - How did Brenda know about it?

- When Shaz was being moved to another prison... (dramatic music) - I'll be back for you!

- (laughs) Whatever.

(prisoners barking) (prisoners laughing) - Hey, um- - What?

- Corina told me where she buried her old man.

(Brenda laughs) - Seriously?

- Yeah.

- When was this?

- A few nights back before lockdown.

She whispered it as if she was letting it go.

- So where'd she put him?

- She didn't say.

She wrote it down.

- [Brenda] So what are you gonna do?

- Keep it safe.

What else?

I thought nothing of it until the other morning.

So much for the sisterhood.

- "And Jesus said, 'I can set fire to bushes "'and walk on the backs of fishes.'

"And on the seventh day, he rested."

- [Trudy] I can't betray her like that.

- But this is your passage out of here.

- I can't do that.

- Come on.

You said according to Corina, the cops were begging for her to tell them.

She can't do that now, but you can.

Look, you're lucked in, girl.

It's like finding that golden ticket, only better, because freedom tastes way better than chocolate, my friend.

(books rustling and banging) Oh, you stupid cow.

- [Trudy] She must have gone through every bloody book, because I had it well hidden.

- [Mike] Not that well hidden.

- If you didn't know what it was, that map would mean nothing, just lines on a page, a few letters, X marks the spot.

- So Brenda won't be able to interpret it.

- I told her too much.

I thought I could trust her.

But it's my property.

I want it back.

- Given it was left in the library, It's hardly anyone's specific property.

- Well that's easy for you to say.

In this place, there's no privacy.

- I don't think that's fair, Trudy.

We do our best to preserve your rights.

You keep what you can where you can.

That's just the truth, ma'am.

- [Mike] I'm not sure how this involves me.

- You're the detective.

Find it!

- How do I know you are not appropriating Brenda's story?

- No way, Corina told me!

- Trudy, from my point of view, the knowledge of where Jayden Doyle lies actually belongs to his family.

If I can help them with that closure, I will.

- Wait, you're gonna let her get away with it!

- I need to look at the bigger picture.

- Oh, don't trust Brenda White, Detective, you'll regret it.

I did.

- Thank you, Denise.

- Neilson, let's go.

Life sucks sometimes, eh, girl?

- There is one way to get to the bottom of this.

- Hope you're gonna put this back the way you found it.

(door clatters) - Nothing, ma'am.

- There's a thousand places to hide stuff around this joint, but don't worry, Detective, secret's safe with me.

So, how about you call my lawyer, and we get the show on the road?

- Seriously?

- Prisoners can file these down on the rough stone walls.

It takes many hours, but they have plenty of time.

- That's not a fit.

- Not conclusively.

- It's probably a little difficult to smuggle into a prison.

- Mike would understand.

- So, no clear indication yet.

- You think this is easy?

Pathology is both an art and a science.

- Well, all I'm saying is we are just keen to isolate a murder weapon, so we can move things forward.

- And what am I, chopped liver?

- No.

Oh, I forgot to mention, Mike said something about wanting you to come over for a meal.

- When is this?

- I guess once he wraps up this investigation.

I mean, you know how he is, busy, busy.

- He works very hard.

- He does.

- Go away.

I need to focus.

(bright music) - Of course.

(door slams) - [Trudy] If it isn't legal counsel, Miranda Temple.

- Trudy, hello.

- I can't believe you're representing that backstabbing piece of trash, Brenda White.

- Lawyers tend to have more than one client, at least the good ones do.

I was booked to come here at 3: 00 PM.

As you know, regardless of who I see, I'm here.

- Well, could you be my lawyer too?

- Do you require representation?

- Oh no, I guess I don't.

I like it here.

- Well, if things change.

- You owe me big time.

- Call me if you need formal assistance.

In the meantime, my client is waiting.

- Oh, I'll be calling.

Don't you worry about that.

- [Miranda] I have sighted the property belonging to my client.

- [Mike] I understand belonging is a term that's up for debate.

- Finders keepers, Detective.

- Ms. White, please.

- I believe it is what the police are interested in.

- (giggles) Gagging for, I think is the term.

- Brenda, let's keep things factual, shall we?

My client is nearly four years into a seven-year sentence for manslaughter.

- And congratulations again on a fine piece of lawyering, getting that down from murder.

- Some of the facts were unclear.

- I didn't mean to do it.

- And Scarlett Ming just walked into those scissors.

- That's how I remember it.

- Sims.

- With the standard reduction for good behavior, my client is due for release in 18 months.

I propose that when you successfully locate the remains of Jayden Doyle, thanks to the selfless help from my client in locating the missing document.

- Stealing, I think, is the term.

- It was lost.

I found it.

Some credit, please.

- I propose that my client has the rest of her sentence commuted.

- I doubt very much that the powers that be will agree to that.

- Well I presume that depends on how important it is to police to give resolution to the grieving Doyle family.

(dramatic music) - It's worth asking the question.

- Then I suggest you get back to us with your best offer, and quickly, it seems this vital information has a tendency to go walkabouts.

- So, the question remains, how does a prisoner get murdered in their locked cell other than by someone with a key.

- Or a talent for walking through walls.

- What about those two guards?

Perhaps there's a motive we're missing.

- I'm talking with Denise tomorrow.

- I have some information for you.

- Okay.

- But I can't be seen talking to you fellas by any of the inmates, breaks trust.

- Yeah, got it.

- We can meet when I'm off duty.

- Maybe something will come of that.

- Any progress with Gina?

- Yeah, she's getting pretty close.

(clears throat) I told her that you love her work.

- There you go, not that hard.

- And that you'd have dinner with her.

- What?

- Well, you said, "whatever it takes."

- So you still following through on Corina's missing husband?

- I'm hitting the city first thing.

- But if the Doyles are as bad as you say they are, why are you bending over backwards for this?

- It'll lead us to our offender.

(gentle music) - Are you sure about that?

(gentle music continues) - [Officer] Are you sure about this Jayden Doyle revelation?

- As sure as I can be.

- So, someone got this intel and iced Corina, making that information their asset.

- That's how it feels.

- This Brenda White certainly has form regarding the lethal use of sharp objects.

- And she has the map.

- You've sighted it.

- She has a clear motive then.

- Maybe, but if we close in now, that map disappears as quickly as it surfaced, and Jayden stays in the ground forever.

- Three days we pressed her.

She didn't even get close to giving it up.

And eight years later, she moves to Brokenwood Women's and spills the beans?

(scoffs) Whoever said prison doesn't have positive outcomes?

- So?

- So I will talk to the district commander, and she'll line up the Crown Solicitor to seek an appeal out of time.

- It's that simple?

- Until it's not.

But Mike, we put this in motion, we're exposed, dangling it in the wind, if you know what I mean.

You're a long way from home.

Missing the Big Smoke?

- No, I've got other business to attend to.

(pensive music) (traffic humming) (car doors slamming) - [Nancy] Thanks, Ronnie.

Remember Ronnie?

- I do.

Thanks for the tea, Ron.

- It's coffee, instant.

- Hmm.

- I reckon it tastes just like fancy plunger stuff in these cups.

I like the feel of the china on my lips.

- Thanks for the coffee then, Ron.

- He doesn't speak anymore since his larynx got smashed in an altercation.

Pretty girl, can I take you home Geez, will you shut that bloody fish up?

Christ.

So spit it out.

You're here to talk to me about that little bitch, Corina.

- Yes.

- I heard she topped herself.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

- Your daughter Shaz is in that prison system now.

- Yeah, poor love, got into a bit of strife.

- Did you put her up to it, make a move on Corina?

- I wouldn't know anything about that, but if she did, all power to her.

Corina took my boy, and I hope she rots good, long and good in hell.

- There may be a development in finding Jayden.

(ominous music) - Go on.

- Shaz succeeded on one level.

She scared Corina into telling someone her secret.

No promises, but I believe I have a genuine lead.

I wouldn't be here otherwise.

- I wanna be there when you find my boy.

- [Kristin] Hey, Kimberly, how long have you been working teaching yoga at the prison?

- [Kimberly] Around six months.

It's a bit of extra cash.

Kind of rewarding seeing the women improve.

Pretty bummed about Corina Doyle though.

- You liked her?

- Everyone did.

- Did you know that she had a thing for Rayleen Hogg?

- Did Rayleen tell you that?

- She did, yeah.

- I'm not so sure Corina saw it that way.

- Holding the tummy in and breathing out.

Turning onto your right side for the scissor Buddha lying by the pool pose.

- Was there any sense that Rayleen felt rejected?

- With Jesus on her side, she feels fine about most things.

- I think Jesus was good at yoga.

- [Kimberly] Holding the tummy in... - He had to be flexible to part the Red Sea the way he did.

- Shut up, Rayleen.

- And breathing out.

- And it was Moses.

- It was Jesus, after he read the Ten Commandments, ask Corina.

- It was Moses, hun.

- Definitely Moses.

- It was Moses, Rayleen.

- Who's all going to hell then?

(prisoners laughs) Not you, Corina.

You're nice.

(ominous music) - Coconut flat white coming up.

(coffee machine whirring) - [Denise] I've always loved watching birds.

(birds chirping) - I can't see anything.

- Because you're not looking hard enough.

Men, you're all the same.

Yeah.

- Okay.

Oh, it's just a myna bird.

They're not native.

- But they're clever.

They're loyal.

They mate for life, just two little birds sorting out the world together.

(bird singing) Tk+ on the other hand... - Denise.

- Shh!

(bird singing) Listen.

A korimako, bellbird.

Sorry?

- You said you had some information.

- When I found Corina, there was something weird that happened.

(dramatic music) - [Rayleen] Don't look at me.

- What the hell have you done?

- Why didn't you mention this before?

- Well anyway you look at it, me and my team, we're gonna look lax, like we're slick.

- Were you?

- Come on.

You've seen the place.

It's old.

And the company that runs it puts profit before upgrades.

- So how do you explain it?

- Prisoners have been known to fashion handmade keys in bids to escape or just to be with one another.

- Out of what?

- A sturdy hair clip filched from a visitor, a bit of wire worked off the perimeter fence.

- You know, we really could have done with this info two days ago.

- Relax.

I took matters into my own hands on the downlow.

Where is it?

- What?

- Don't play dumb, Hogg.

What are you hiding?

- (crying) Nothing.

I don't know anything.

- We'll see about that.

I know your game.

You want me fired, is that it?

- No way.

I like you, Denise.

- Hm?

(ominous music continues) Didn't find anything.

Those women can be bloody sly.

- Right, well thanks for your insight.

- Detective Breen.

Do with it what you will, but don't tie anything back to me.

The boss finds out, I'll be fired.

- We'll be discreet.

- And another thing, don't take this the wrong way, but I like Rayleen.

She's okay, a bit crazy, but she's okay.

- We now know that one of the prisoners, Rayleen Hogg, had access outside her cell that night.

- And potentially to inside Corina's cell too.

- But that may not have even been necessary.

(cell door clangs) If my lovely assistant would step inside.

- Mm, okay, easy, tiger.

Less of the David Copperfield.

(cell door clangs) - This isn't magic.

(lock clatters) Simple brute strength.

Rayleen coaxes Corina to the front of the cell.

Corina's gonna be curious, so what's she doing out?

Now Rayleen's strong.

She could have pinned Corina just long enough to deal a single, fatal blow.

- With what though?

- Yeah, still nothing from Gina.

- She's taking her time.

- Mm.

- Well, maybe the object uses the key, and the one that stabbed Corina are the same.

- [Kristin] Could have been a knitting needle.

- Hasn't Gina discounted a knitting needle?

- Maybe something similar?

- Well, at this rate, whatever it was, will have long since been disposed of.

We're actioning the Jayden Doyle lead tomorrow.

Follow this up.

Get me something.

When we find his remains, I want the hammer to come down on Brenda White.

I need a weapon.

(footsteps pattering) - He's stressed out.

- Yep.

Can you let me out?

(playful music) Breen?

No.

Breen.

Breen!

- Under urgency, a judge heard the appeal and has agreed to the reduction of Ms. White's sentence.

- With a five-year probation.

- Not up for negotiation.

- [Mike] Now, once Mr. Doyle's remains being verified, we send a report to the Crown Solicitor.

They talk to the Judge.

- And then I walk free?

- Yes.

- Take it or leave it.

Now you sign this and pass over the document.

(pen scratching) (papers rustling) (dramatic music) - Well?

(dramatic music continues) - She drove three hours north to bury him.

- Here?

- Out at Brokenwood Bay.

- As a volunteer prison helper, I've tried many things over the years to keep the girls stimulated.

Sewing circle lasted for a while, but they started stealing the needles to tattoo themselves.

- Guys, check it out.

(prisoners gasping) - What?

- Um, what does it say?

(playful music) - (scoffs) Can't you read?

It says "Paulie 4 eva."

Father of my children.

I love him.

- You know it says, "ave + eiluap."

- No, it doesn't.

- Oh dear.

You did this in a mirror, didn't you?

- Walker, you bloody idiot.

(prisoners laughing) - You stupid idiot.

- Oh, there was flax weaving until one of the inmates fashioned a rope and tried to escape over the fence.

And, of course, there's knitting, until that Shaz Doyle got uppity.

- Did any of the knitting needles ever go missing?

- Oh no, never.

They were always counted in and out by the guards.

Of course, they loved singing.

I took him by His big, strong hand I dragged him down The banks of sand I pushed him in Where he floated down I watched him sink As he sure did drown - Another coffee, Mrs. M?

- Oh yes, a bit more turmeric this time.

- Yeah.

- Now, recently we've moved into drama, and we're currently putting on a nativity play, which is both safe and wholesome.

- Hello, inn keeper.

My name is Joseph, and this is my girl, Mary.

She's hot and wild, and we are weary.

- Rayleen, not hot and wild.

It's she's with child.

- Oh yeah, sorry.

She's hot and wild and she's with child.

- We need a bed.

My baby's nearly cooked.

- (clears throat) Alas, my inn is fully booked, but I have a farmer whose name is Pete.

He has a sharing shed, which is pretty sweet.

(Rayleen and Corina murmuring indistinctly) - Yeah, gidday.

I hear you need a bed.

I have a manger where you can rest your head.

- Ah, yes!

- Where is it?

- It's nice to give it a modern twist and a few rags from home.

It gives the girls, you know, a real lift, and they take it very seriously.

- Look.

- Of course, all that stopped with the baby Jesus incident.

- (clears throat) Knock, knock.

It's only us, here to see the newborn king called Jesus.

We are three wise women in the East.

We saw a star, and we come bearing gifts.

- Of gold, frankincense, and mrah.

- Oh, thanks.

You know I've been so blown away since I had to push him out on that bundle of hay.

Look, Joseph- (head clattering) Bloody hell, Rayleen, what are you doing?

- Jesus, Rayls, you can't kill baby Jesus.

- I remembered he was gonna suffer on the cross.

- Oh, what?

- I wanted to save him all that pain.

(crying) - Hey, hi, yeah, look at me.

(Rayleen breathing heavily) I want you to take a deep breath.

Are you all right now?

Okay, you don't want to add infanticide to that double murder wrap, eh?

(prisoners laughing) - All right, all right.

If someone would pop Jesus' head back on, we'll take it from the top.

- [Denise] No, that's enough for today.

(prisoners objecting) All costumes back in the case.

- Of course, we'll have to find a new Mary now that Corina is no longer with us, and she was very good.

(dramatic music) (vehicles engines humming) (dramatic music continues) - Once we establish the excavation site, some of you have jobs to do, others may want to grieve.

All will be given their own space to do what they need, understood?

- Uh, given the uneven ground, I think those might pose a hazard.

- Don't even think about trying anything stupid.

- You think I'd screw this up now?

I've got that golden ticket.

I'm already out of here.

("We light Fire" by Julia Deans) We light fire, do not forget We fall too easy, afraid of our last regret Send the light out into the dark To cast the shadows away from a wounded heart We'll light fire for the tears in our eyes We don't know that- - Breen.

That's it's always gonna feel this way But we're here today With our hearts aflame - Boss.

- Keep going.

- Gina.

- Mike, something smells very... (dramatic music) Fishy.

- No.

- No.

- You just disgusting, heartless bitch!

How dare you drag me out here!

- [Brenda] It's not my fault!

It's not my fault!

There's been a mistake!

- [Nancy] The only mistake is you, you piece of shit!

- [Denise] Walk her away now!

(Nancy sobbing) - You might want to give a copy of that to your client.

- Don't even think about it.

- [Brenda] This can't be happening!

- You played a dud hand, girl.

You're better off back where you came from.

- So, you were searching for a human body, but you found a fish, like the one that got away, except it didn't.

What kind of fish was it?

- A dead one.

- Snapper, kahawai, kingfish.

- I don't know, big.

- Yeah, it was a kingie.

And this fish, it was quite intact, right?

So I'm thinking it was only a couple days old.

- You know, that's what's bugging me.

How does someone in prison bury a fish on Brokenwood Beach?

(pensive music) - Well, that's a question you might want to ask the fisherman.

(waves crashing) (fisherman grunting and hooting) And it was a kingie.

It was a bloody decent size too.

But in the light of what you're saying, Ray did say something kind of odd.

- Nice work, Ray.

- Indeed.

Trudy will be pleased.

(dramatic music) - Fancy a drink at the Toad and Lion?

- She told me it was to feed the meridians.

- Feed the what?

- Part of the spiritual wellbeing course she's been doing.

It's part of her therapy in the clink.

- And you believed her.

- Well, to be honest, it sounded like bloody new age hocus pocus, but I was on board.

You know, anything to help her sort herself out, and all that digging too.

You need me to bury a fish with its head facing north?

- I'm feeling that energy will help me get well.

(dramatic music) And the sooner that happens, the soon I'm back pulling pints, pulling my weight.

Putting all this by me.

- Well, I better get fishing then.

- And don't forget the crystal, that's the key to the meridian channels.

- I promise you the next time I visit her, I'll be giving her a serve.

- I can assure you, Ray, that we'll be taken care of.

- Look fellas, on behalf of my wayward sister, the drinks are on the house.

(dramatic music) (footsteps pattering) - Good morning, Mike.

- Gina, good morning.

- I think you're very glad to see me.

Do you notice anything different about me today?

- Uh, you're not wearing your usual work clothes.

- One of the many things I like about you, Mike, very observant.

(playful music) - Hm, hard to miss, really.

- You are too kind.

And this is because I have surmised the murder weapon.

- And?

- First, you must lie on the floor, please.

- Or you could just tell me.

- No, no, no, you'll not understand otherwise.

Please, Mike, on your back.

Did you get it yet?

I will be gentle, I promise.

- Should we just come back later or- - No!

Gina has identified the murder weapon.

- [Gina] A stiletto.

- You mean the blade was hidden in the heel shaft?

- No, with the heel cap removed, the end sharpened on a rough surface, the right angle and force with the full weight of a human bearing down, it could have punctured the victim.

After all, that's what they are modeled on, the stiletto blade.

And this explains the bruising on the sternum.

It was caused by the toe of a shoe, size 40, I think.

- Slight problem, prisoners don't wear high heels.

- Prisoners, no.

- But who does?

- Are you asking me for an alibi?

- We need to place you at the time of Corina Doyle's death.

- I wasn't here, if that's what you're asking.

- So you were... - At home, 40 minutes away in Riverstone.

You can check with my husband.

(sighs) His number.

He didn't appreciate being woken.

Is that all?

- I like your shoes.

- Is that a compliment or are you being facetious?

- It's a compliment.

- Other superintendents might not go for the corporate look, but as I mentioned, I see it as setting an example for my ladies.

- And do you wear them to work, or do you leave a pair here to change into?

- It depends whether I have a meeting in town before work.

I keep a spare pair in that cupboard.

- May I?

- It's locked.

- You keep it locked at all times?

- This is a prison, Mr. Shepherd.

Why the sudden interest in my footwear?

- The postmortem suggests that the murder weapon was a stiletto shoe.

- (scoffs) That's probably the most ridiculous thing I've heard.

In case you hadn't noticed, standard issue prison garb isn't high heels, nor do my ladies have access to them.

- Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

- Sims?

- Apologies, I, um, have to get back to the station.

I have a follow up witness statement thing.

- Keep me posted.

- Yep.

(door clatters) - I need to speak with Trudy Neilson.

(prison door clangs) - Go get him, Trudes.

- That was a cruel trick you played on the Doyles.

- I think you're mistaking me for Brenda White.

- You set her up.

- It was a test.

- For what?

- To see if she was prepared to stab me in the back.

She was.

She got what she deserved.

- I had his mother out there devastated all over again.

- According to Corina, they weren't nice people.

The thing is, Detective, if you'd trusted me in the first place, like I suggested, I would've led you to the right place, first time.

- Are you saying that can still happen?

- Absolutely.

(dramatic music) - [Kristin] So can you verify you haven't opened this case since the last time you rehearsed the nativity play?

- I haven't.

Oh, would you like me to swear on the Bible?

- Ah, that won't be necessary.

So, everything that the women used was placed back in here?

- Yes, it was checked by the guards in and out.

Nothing was out of place as I recall.

I mean, if it had been, they would've been stripped searched, and that's always, well that was awkward.

- Um, you mentioned that Corina wore a pair of high heels.

- Yes, an old pair of mine, lovely blood red.

- Well, they're not in here.

- Oh!

Oh, the little minxes!

- So, you knew that Brenda couldn't be trusted, and you set her up with a decoy.

- And she went for it hook, line, and sinker.

- No pun intended.

- Actually, it was.

- Why go to all that trouble?

- I needed to see what you lot would offer, and that you'd honor your word.

- What makes you think we'll be inclined to cut a deal after that display?

- You offered Brenda three years off.

I want four, which means I'm outta here in six months.

- It's very reasonable, considering her conviction was for manslaughter.

- Yes, another of your triumphs.

- Ms. Neilson's neighbor ingested poisoned honey.

Ms. Neilson wanted to warn him.

- [Mike] She put it in his house.

- A regrettable mix up, the jury decided, as I recall, - I assume there is another map.

- No way.

I wouldn't trust any of the women in this place.

It's all up here.

- The map is in your head?

- I made a mistake.

I've done time and I want out.

So let's cut to the chase.

I've got what you want.

- My client has leverage, and she's prepared to offer that to you.

- I'm not gonna drag Jayden's mother out into the middle of nowhere only to have her suffer a bit of disappointment again.

- I don't care if it's just you and me.

I don't need an audience.

I just want a deal.

(dramatic music) - Four years and early parole.

Take it or leave it, Detective.

(footsteps pattering) (door slams) (vehicle engines humming) (dramatic music continues) - [Kristin] I'm interested to know if you've seen this pair of shoes before.

- (sighs) Corina wore them.

- And did you or her or anyone you know remove them from the activities room?

(upbeat music) - I never wore them.

They're as ugly as sin.

- I didn't wear them, Corina did.

And she looked real pretty.

- Can you think a bit harder really?

- Okay.

(upbeat music continues) - What would I do with them anyhow?

- Is that a no?

- Read my lips.

- They're not moving.

- Because I'm not speaking.

- So, they're not in your possession.

- I wouldn't be seen dead in them.

- Well, I've never been good with heels.

I fall off them.

- You have no idea where they might be?

Nothing?

(birds chirping) ("Banks of the Ohio by Esther Stephens) I pressed a rock - Is that an Norfolk pine tree?

- I believe so.

Against his head I watched him fall Thought he was dead But he did stir - Which way's north?

How can this be Please, my love - That way.

Don't murder me I plunged a knife Into his heart I said, it's now That we depart - Boss!

Oh, murder sweet What is this for I cried, so you - This time, Gina.

Won't hurt me more We need to get Nancy Doyle on site.

- You sure?

- Who else would it be?

- My client was only too happy to help bring resolution to the grieving family.

- We need to match dental records and DNA if necessary to make sure it's not an oversized fish.

- Of course.

In the meantime, I want to discuss a more favorable arrangement for my client.

- The undertaking was more than generous.

- Immediate release.

- Dream on, Ms. Temple.

- That is, if you want to know who killed Corina Doyle.

- It's a brave prisoner who's prepared to narc.

- Maybe she has a conscience after all.

- Trudy Neilson.

(ominous music) - An undertaking for immediate release with a five-year probation subject to a confession.

- Oh, that's better than a kick in the pants.

- I'll make the call.

- Looks like we're in business.

- [Mike] When you're ready.

- Rayleen.

(ominous music continues) - Rayleen Hogg killed Corina Doyle.

- And how'd she go about that?

- She used to homemade key to unlock herself and Corina's cell.

- And you know this because?

- I heard it.

- And what was this key made from?

- Some sort of crochet hook that she scored back when we had sewing circle.

- And what did Rayleen use to kill Corina?

- With the sharpened end of a high-heeled shoe that she nicked from drama class.

- These things were killing me.

- Take good care of Jesus.

He's got a lot to achieve.

- Look at that.

- He'd lose his head if it wasn't screwed on.

- Why didn't you speak up about this when we were first called in?

- (scoffs) Narks don't last long in that place.

Besides, Rayleen's a bit of a loose unit.

It feels safer out here.

- What did Rayleen have against Corina?

- Look, all I know is she's a bit of a jealous type.

Corina and I were close.

She envied that.

- [Kristin] Why didn't you call out to the guards?

- (laughs) So I could be next?

(dramatic music) What was done was...

It was done.

- I'll be requesting that my client is kept in solitary confinement for her own safety while you gather any necessary evidence.

- [Kristin] "I then unlocked my cell with a key I had made "and then unlocked Corina's cell.

"I made her get down on the floor and lying on her back."

- Can you add that she wanted to get on the floor, for cuddles?

She liked me.

- If she liked you so much, why did you kill her?

- She was getting flirty with Trudy.

I really liked Trudy.

And the thing is, you can't have too many fish in the ocean.

Jesus taught me that.

- "I placed a pillow over her face "and stamped down on her chest with my heel.

"She died really quick."

- Can you put painlessly?

She didn't suffer.

- Seriously?

- It's her statement.

- Not like Jesus.

He really suffers big time.

(chuckles) - "I then placed a pencil near Corina's hand "and removed my shoes and tiptoed out, "locking Corina's cell and getting back into mine.

"But I couldn't lock my own.

I was buzzing out too much.

"Later, I raised the alarm, "so as it didn't look like I'd done it.

Rayleen Hogg."

You just need to sign at the bottom.

- Rayleen, I need to advise you that you do not have to sign that document if you are in any way unsure that it is 100% correct.

- Oh, that's very official.

(chuckles) That's what lawyers are for.

Yeah, nah, it's all good.

- Rayleen, you told me you never wear high heels.

- I lied.

- Where is the homemade key now and the shoe?

- If I tell them, will I get a reduced sentence.

- Detective?

- No.

- Then I'm not saying anymore.

(dramatic music) - Ma'am.

- Rayleen, I feel let down.

- Yeah, me too.

- I gave you latitude, creative outlets, and you repay me like this.

Were you trying to embarrass me?

- No.

- Well, you've succeeded.

- Well looky here, the shoe.

- Don't touch it.

(intense music) Does this look familiar?

- It belong to my Mary.

- And that would be who?

- [Rayleen] Corina, it's the one Corina war.

- And where's the other one?

- Come on, Hogg, where is it?

Did you flush it?

It's often how they like to dispose of contraband, break it apart and flush it, bit by bit.

- Well?

- Yes.

- Rayleen.

(intense music continues) (cell door clatters) Could you show us how you unlocked yourself from the inside?

(key tapping) - You gotta hold your tongue right.

- Don't waste the detective's time, Hogg.

(key clanging) - The dental records are a match for Jayden Doyle.

The police have a written confession.

According to the terms of the undertaking, my client, Trudy Neilson, is due to be released.

- I'll get the paperwork underway.

She'll be a free woman tomorrow.

- As free as probation allows.

- I'll be sorry to see her go.

The ladies liked her, and the staff.

It's a pity there aren't more like her.

(dramatic music) - [Mike] Well, I guess a leopard never changes its spots.

- Rayleen Hogg is one dangerous unit.

Think she'll ever see the outside of a prison?

- I very much doubt it.

- Two birds with one stone.

Well done.

(bottles clinking) - There's always the hope.

- Solving the Jayden Doyle issue must feel good, laying it to rest, so to speak.

- Mm, I've never been a fan of loose ends.

- You know, I never thought I'd say this, but here's to Trudy Neilson, did the right thing for once.

(waves crashing) (sand scraping) (ominous music) - Rayleen!

(sand scraping) What are you doing?

Who put the shoe in your cell?

Rayleen!

- You got a hold your tongue right.

- It wasn't you.

Talk to me, Rayleen!

Talk to me, Rayleen!

(ominous music continues) - You're killing me.

Maybe I lied!

(Mike gasps) - (panting) Okay.

Okay.

(phone ringing) - Seemed to do the trick pretty good, actually.

(phone buzzing) - That sounds illegal.

Sorry, mate.

Boss, what's up?

- I need you to do something.

(pensive music) - Can I help you?

- Hi, yeah.

Uh, I need to buy some stilettos, 4 1/2 inch pencil heel.

Um, close match to this as possible.

And they're not for me.

Not that you'd be thinking that, but just, you know, in case you were.

- Okay, sweetie.

(bright country music) - You'll be back!

- Can't see it somehow.

See ya, (laughs) I wouldn't wanna be ya.

- This is a restricted area, White, move it.

Good luck, Trude.

I might see ya around.

(car door slams) (bright country music continues) - I had a dream about you last night.

- Ooh, not too sexy, I hope.

(giggling) - No, it wasn't that kind of dream.

The thing about dreams is they really provide you with answers, but often leave you with questions.

- Mm, I know the feeling.

Was it like, whoa, what was that dream all about?

(laughs) - Ah, so to help me better understand my dream, I was hoping we might be able to go over your confession again.

- Oh.

Oh, no, I don't think so.

I'm quite busy.

I got a lot on.

- It's okay.

Take a look at the guard behind me.

Who is it?

- Kasey - Denise isn't here.

That's probably a good thing, right?

I want you to try on some shoes?

- Oh, they're nice.

- Would you try them on for me?

(Rayleen chuckles) - Call me Cinderella, why don't you?

(giggling) - Hey, Cinderella, why don't you give me a twirl.

(car lock beeps) - Denise, our boss wants a chat down at the station.

- Gimme a break, I'm on lunch.

- We've also got a warrant to search your house.

- It was something that your boss, Angela, said that got me thinking about how all the staff liked Trudy Neilson.

But the way you laid your hand on her... - [Denise] Life sucks sometimes, eh, girl?

- And suggested something a bit more than like, compassion perhaps?

And when you escorted Brenda White in my car on the way to the beach, you kept her handcuffed, complying with corrections protocol.

But on the way to exhume Jayden Doyle with Trudy beside you, you didn't feel the need.

You obviously trusted her.

And when it was revealed that Brenda White had duped everyone, dragging 'em out to the beach for a buried fish... - You disgusting, heartless- - While everyone else was devastated and angry... - You dragged me out here!

- [Mike] You weren't.

- You played a dud hand, girl.

- [Mike] Was that compassion?

(Brenda sobbing) No, rather relief.

You were simply pleased that everything was going to plan.

And I've read up on magic and illusion.

And the only way into a locked prison cell without making a hell of a noise is with the key.

And, you had access to the clothes in Mrs. Marlowe's suitcase.

(zipper zipping) - It's time.

- No, I can't.

I can't do it.

- You want to get out of this place, so we can be together properly.

You have the golden ticket, but while she's alive, it's not yours to use.

We need to remove that problem.

- I think I'm gonna throw up.

- I'm doing this for us.

- I don't want us.

I don't.

- Oh, Trudy.

We're just two little myna birds, sorting out the world together.

(ominous music) (Trudy whimpering) - [Mike] I wondered for about why she didn't yell out.

- Sh.

- But of course, she was being told what to do by a person in authority, someone she both trusted and feared.

- Lie down.

- Really?

- Do what I say, unless you want to end up in solitary for a month.

(footsteps tapping) - What's with the shoes?

Please, I don't want to...

Wait, what are you...

Wait, what are you- (intense music) (Trudy gasping) (footsteps tapping) (keys clanging) (cell door creaking) - This sounds like some kind of fantasy of yours, man.

You don't have any evidence of this.

- But I do.

- Oopsie.

(laughs) - Can you take one foot off the ground?

Maybe take your hand off the table as well.

(Rayleen thumps) - Maybe there is something I want to add to my statement.

Do you love her?

- Hell no.

She's a complete psycho.

I made a deal with the devil, Rayls.

- Oh, that's never good.

- Which is why...

Which is why I need you to take the wrap, hun, so I can get out of here and get away from her.

- Well, what about me?

- You don't want to leave.

You said so yourself.

- True, I quite like it here.

- And you need to spread the word of Jesus.

You're like a missionary.

- Yeah, I am.

(gentle music) I'm a missionary.

I thought you liked Corina.

- (laughs) I did.

It was never meant to happen this way, hun.

It wasn't.

I swear.

Aw.

- I'll miss you, Trudes.

And hope you'll visit.

- Every day.

Every day.

- (scoffs) That's not evidence.

That's the word of some crazy convicted killer.

You're gonna believe Rayleen Hogg?

- Normally I wouldn't.

- [Denise] Then you're wasting my time here, man.

- But it's not just her word.

(shoe bangs) Even though I told you not to, tests show your fingerprints all over it.

- And here's the shoe.

- Don't touch it!

As well as Corina Doyle's blood.

Neither Trudy nor Rayleen's fingerprints are present.

(someone knocks) And this was found in a rubbish bag on your premises.

- She told me we would be together.

Of all the girls, that outfit suits you the most.

- Is that so?

You look like someone who could do with a friend.

- When you're ready, Detective Sims here is ready to take your statement.

(intense music) - I wanna see Trudy.

(upbeat country music) (footsteps clomping) - Hello, Ray, I could murder of beer.

Oh, come on, you're not still angry about the fish, are you?

It was just a bit of fun.

I'm here now.

- No, it's not that.

- Trudy Neilson, I'm arresting you as party to the murder of Corina Doyle.

- No.

- You have the right to remain silent.

- No, no, no.

- You do not have to give any statement- - No, you don't understand.

- but anything don't you say will be recorded, and may be given as evidence in court.

- No, please, Ray, she's crazy!

- [Officer] Come on, Trudy.

(cell door clanking) - Trudy, I'm sure we're about to get a double cell.

I know people.

Hold my hand, my love.

- Neilson and Karawa, eh?

Two peas in a pod.

(sighs) - What?

- That was Hughes.

Legals say the charges won't stick.

- But- - She wasn't an accessory.

She had no practical involvement in the murder.

She didn't procure or hide or even touch the weapon.

- Yeah, she didn't try and stop it.

- Yeah, it would be argued that she was coerced by a person in authority.

(gentle music) The only thing she did do was hold up her end of the bargain in locating Jayden Doyle.

(Mike sighs) - Unbelievable.

("Deadwood" by Mel Parsons) Sitting out here in the pouring rain Power gone out, don't know my name - Are you gonna get me that beer or what?

Storm beating down, down, down Washing away - No Roxy?

- Oh, she sends her apologies, but she's got jujitsu competition.

- Yeah, she's a tough wahine, your Roxy.

Cut out the deadwood and make me new I can't remember what I saw in you - Gina.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Uh, please tell me that's not beef.

- Waste not, want not.

Does Mike know you were all coming?

- Uh, yeah, he invited us.

- Is that so?

Anyway, where is he?

- Oh, he's running late, had some business to attend to, but he said go ahead without him.

("Deadwood" by Mel Parsons continues) - Through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to Almighty God, Corina Doyle.

We commit her body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes.

The Lord bless her and keep her.

The Lord maketh his face to shine upon her and be gracious unto her and give her peace.

Amen.

washing away (engine rumbling) The sins of the town, town, town Take me away ("Banks of the Ohio" by Esther Stephens) Darling, say That you'll be mine In our home We'll happy be Down beside Where the waters flow On the banks Of the Ohio