The Brokenwood Mysteries (NZ)

- Go home and sober up, Nate. - Why? It's his fault!

You're a pig, Nate! Always were, always will be.

- Settle down! - We're out of here.

You won't be laughing at me tomorrow, mate.

I'm gonna blow the lid on it all, Henderson.

I'm not getting in the ute with that.

Geez, dad.

So, wait here, eh, have a beer.

I'll drop him home and come back.

I can't stand this.

She's a bloody disgrace.

I know all about her.

You know nothing. You're pissed.

- Calls herself a bloody nurse. - Shut it, dad.

I'll tell you, I'm gonna blow the lid.

- Give it a rest. - Hey, I'm talking.

That girlfriend of yours...

Dad, just go to bed.

So, I'm gonna go back.

Your mother would be really proud of her.

- It's none of your business! - You're better than her, Dwayne.

Aah!

You need to leave her alone, dad.

There you are.

Hey? Who's there?

So, Gary...

I'm thinking accident.

Or suicide.

Okay.

Well, if Nate Dunn

wanted to kill himself,

this is as nice a place as any.

Does nice even come into it?

Detective Senior Sergeant McLeod.

Mike here.

Mike Shepherd?

That's me. Guilty as charged.

Why am I getting a call from central?

Because people turning up dead

always get a red flag on our system, Senior.

Besides, I've always wanted to visit Brokenwood.

Carpe diem and all that.

Our body's on your computers already?

I know, I know. Facebook, Twitter.

It's all a miracle to me.

There's nothing to indicate it's a homicide.

It's a long way to come if it turns out to be nothing.

Then we can all go down to the pub, have one on you, Gary.

Would that be so bad?

Don't touch anything.

Should be there in a bit.

Kristin.

Can you go back to the station and meet

a Mike Shepherd, bring him back here?

Shepherd? Isn't he the...

- Field crime inspector, yeah. - Coming to Brokenwood?

Should we be honored or worried?

Got no idea.

Some old drunk throws himself off a bridge

and kills himself, it's hardly Al-Qaeda.

Maybe he needs to look busy.

You go. I'll stay here, try not to touch anything.

Kristin, are you free

to check out loitering with intent?

We've had a complaint from a resident on Tullamore Street.

Yeah, that's a no-go. I'm on my way to the station.

Over.

I know. It's on your way.

How could you know? It's...

Comms, sometimes you're like God.

You've got to love technology.

Fine. Tell me more.

Morning.

Can I see your license, please?

Why?

'Cause I'm asking.

And so am I.

It's a routine check.

You'll have to do better than that.

Do you live around here?

No.

Okay, do you have a valid reason

for parking in this neighborhood?

Detective Inspector Mike Shepherd.

Hi.

Hell of a catch.

Yeah.

Probably the one they wish had got away.

Too soon?

Sorry, I'm never sure.

There was a note in his pocket.

"I'm sorry."

Kristin... Detective Sims found that

just before your "don't touch anything" suggestion.

Nice spot you picked here, Nate.

What brings you out here on a chilly, dark night?

I know.

Take your time, fella.

Have you finished?

- Pathology? - Who are you?

Gina, this is D.I. Shepherd.

Mike, Gina Kadinsky.

Right, uh... I'll see you at the postmortem.

What about Gary?

I thought it was his stiff.

Gary can come, too. More the merrier.

Whatever.

Nate Dunn was involved in a couple of

alcohol-related incidents early in the evening.

Nothing unusual.

For him or the town?

Him. He liked to drink.

Doesn't everyone, Gary?

So, how'd he get here?

No car.

Well, he probably walked.

His farm's about three Ks that way.

And there were footprints approaching the bridge.

They matched the type of shoes he was wearing.

At least he didn't drive drunk.

Could have got himself killed.

- Or someone else. - Exactly.

Wasn't too pissed to forget his social responsibilities.

But wasted enough to end it all?

Suicide? Hmm.

Or, it could be as simple as he's drunk, stumbles, falls,

and on entering the water, hits his head on a rock.

Drowns.

Kristin will stay and assist you.

I'll inform the next of kin... Nate's son, Dwayne.

Prefer to do that myself.

Might be better coming from a local.

I'd say, uh, bad news is bad news.

Care to join me, Detective Sims?

Do you always talk to the deceased?

You have a problem with that?

Seems... inappropriate.

They're dead.

Recently.

Not already forgotten, I hope.

They're still loved ones, personalities.

It was like you were teasing him.

80% of all homicide victims...

Know the identity of their killer?

You can bet that's the secret they want to reveal.

Our job is to help them do it.

We don't know it was a homicide.

Do you like country and western music?

No.

You're just saying that.

No, I really don't.

Come on, they're the best

three-minute crime stories ever sung.

There's heartache, adultery, jealousy, divorce, death.

It's all in there.

You prefer country blues?

- No. - Country rock?

- No. - You're gonna love this one.

You have cassettes?

Should we call the backup?

Backup?

That could be embarrassing.

Besides, my car doesn't have a radio.

What? I have a phone.

Police.

Oi!

- Geez, I, uh... - Whoa, whoa!

Can you, uh... put that thing down?

Sorry. I was just getting my eye, and, um...

I've got a license for it.

Still want backup?

Dwayne, isn't it?

Uh, I'm Detective Inspector Shepherd.

This is Detective, um...

Sims.

- Yeah. - Hi, Dwayne.

I can get that license if, uh...

Dwayne, have you seen your father today?

Well, no, but he's still asleep.

Through all your target practice?

- He's a heavy sleeper. - Dwayne, um,

I'm afraid to tell you a body's been found at the river.

The body's been identified as your father.

He...

He's not...

Thought he was...

Oh, please, take a seat there, Dwayne.

Jesus, no.

Nate Dunn's body's been found at the river.

Looks like suicide.

Oh, my God.

Truth be known, Jacinta, I'm glad.

It's over now.

How about I come in and make you a cup of tea, eh?

Dad wouldn't kill himself.

You sound very confident about that.

Farm's in good shape, prices have been good.

He was happy.

There was even a letter he got a couple days ago.

That cheered him up, too.