- (SIREN CHIRPS) - DAVID, SOBBING: They're all dead! - What d'you reckon we're lookin' at? - Dunno. Murder-suicide? - Well, what about him? - (DAVID WAILS, SOBS) - What happened at home last night? - Last night, I... said I wanted the chainsaw. - (CHAINSAW WHIRRS) - (CRACK!) - Argh! Ow. (GROANS) - ROBIN: What happened to you? - The chainsaw slipped. - Shouldn't have left the chainsaw. - SOFTLY: They said that Laniet was a prostitute. - (GRUNTS) - How do you think Mum and Dad would feel if they knew about it? It would break their hearts. - I'm not doing this any more. - (SIGHS CONTENTEDLY) What d'you think? - Which room is mine? - (DAVID WHIMPERS, SOBS) - Aww. Hey, I know. It's OK. - They lied to me. They were awake! They... They knew. - SOFTLY: The detective said I should call him if we have any worries or concerns. - Well, then? - (DOORBELL RINGS) - Come in. - Sorry to bother you so late. - It's not a problem. - Uh, he's upstairs. Of course. We all are. But for the life of me, I... (SIGHS) We just thought if you could talk to him, set our minds at rest... - Where is he? - SOFTLY: David? There's somebody to see you. - Hi, David. - (SOFT FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) - Right, well,... I'll leave you to it. - (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE) (SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC) - (DOOR CLOSES) - I... couldn't help it. - You couldn't help what? - EXHALES SHAKILY: Black hands. They were coming to get them. And I couldn't... I couldn't stop them. If I'd run home, I... But I couldn't. I don't know who to blame. - I can see three possible scenarios here. One ` a stranger came to the house. There's no evidence to support that, and... doesn't seem very likely, does it? - No. - Second ` it was Dad. - I'd be really disappointed if Dad did it. - And the third possibility... is that it was you. (SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC) I'm confused about something, mate. You told the 111 operator that you knew they were all dead, but since then, you've maintained that... you only saw Mum and Dad. Why would that be, David? - I don't know. - Forensics is coming in, and I have to say that the murder-suicide theory isn't stacking up. The gun and silencer were David's, and he had about a thousand rounds of ammo. - (CLICK!) - The trigger lock had a spare key, but it was in a container on David's desk with a hacky-sack balanced on top. Now, would Robin bother replacing it before he went off on a homicidal rampage? - It's possible. - What are the chances of the magazine landing like that, on its narrow edge? - (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) - Dad was shot in the left temple, but it's the wrong side. He was right-handed. The brother's confirmed that. The only fingerprints on the gun were David's, probably in blood. Stephen fought for his life. OK? Dad's got a couple of scrapes on his knuckles, but David's got bruises on his head and some skin off his knee. - He might've got them later, when he had his fit. - The dress gloves in Stephen's room ` why would Robin need them if the plan was just to shoot himself anyway? The lens in Stephen's room matched the frames by David's bed. - It's all still circumstantial. - Robin's bladder was full. He's 58 years old. It's first thing, and he doesn't even take a piss before shooting everyone and then himself? - A witness saw David near the house at 6.40. Computer turned on 6.44. That's cutting it pretty bloody fine. - Well, maybe he shoots them all first ` or most of them ` and then he uses the paper round as a cover. Then there's the missing 20 minutes from when he gets home to when he calls Emergency. Don't forget about that. What was he doing all of that time? - Where's the motive? He's 22 years old, got his whole life ahead of him. You know Laniet was on the game? A neighbour thinks it was... incest between her and the dad. - Yeah, the boss doesn't want us going down that particular rabbit hole. - All the same, if the wife knew, wanted him gone, he could've flipped, taken them all out with them. It's a motive. - OK. But then why leave David? (SOMBRE, BROODING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) Captions by Maeve Kelly. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Copyright Able 2020 (MUSIC CONTINUES) (SOFT, UNSETTLING MUSIC) - (SEAGULLS CRY IN DISTANCE) - Good afternoon. - I'm going out. See ya. - (SEAGULLS CRY IN DISTANCE) - (INHALES, CHUCKLES) - (CHUCKLES) - (BIRDS TWITTER) - (BAG THUDS) - (GRUNTS) - Off home? - Friday comes around. - CHUCKLES: Yeah. Yeah, I wanted to congratulate you on the, um... the money. For the native tree project. - (BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY) - Must've pulled some strings. - Mm. - (CLEARS THROAT) Robin, I... I should let you know ` the stories from some of the children in the newsletter... Parents have complained. About the content. They were very... violent. - Oh. I thought they were very imaginative. - (MOTORBIKE ENGINE ROARS) - (TYRES SCREECH, SCUD) - (CRASH! ENGINE STOPS) (BROODING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) - (GAS HISSES SOFTLY) (MUSIC CONTINUES) - (SEAGULLS CRY IN DISTANCE) - Yes, it's David Cullen Bain. Uh, I took one of your bikes out for a test ride. The Kawasaki 600. Hm. No, it went really well. Uh, the thing is I had a crash. Yes, yes, I'm fine. Thanks for asking. Um,... - (VEHICLE PASSES) - ...but... the bike's pretty smashed up. (MUSIC CONTINUES) - (BIRDS TWITTER) - (ENGINE GRINDS, STOPS) - MARGARET: You're lucky you didn't kill yourself. Or anyone else. A big motorcycle like that, David ` how did you think you could even afford it? - Well, I could pay it off. - SCOFFS: Well, now you're going to have to, aren't you? And you don't have anything to show for it. SIGHS: Have you got anything to say? - Obviously, we're glad you didn't get injured, but this is just another example, David, of you doing whatever you feel like and not thinking about the consequences. How much do you owe on it? - It was insured. - Well, is there an excess on the insurance? - Maybe $2000. I was thinking you guys could pay it and I will pay you back. - You need to take responsibility for your own actions. You need to contact the gentleman involved and come to your own arrangements. - I-I know you've got the money in the bank. - That's not the point, David! You need to grow up. - MARGARET, ECHOING: Your father's right, David. This is about consequences. - (STUDENTS CHATTER IN DISTANCE) - David. - What? - Is it something to do with school, or work? - No. No. - Just say. - Come on. - David, tell us. - It was a radio competition. I won two tickets to the ball at Larnach Castle. - (CHUCKLES) - And I, um... I need someone to go with me. - Harriet would love to go. Wouldn't you, Harriet? - Yes. - Great. - (CHUCKLES) - ARAWA: Hi. - HARRIET: Hey, thanks for coming. - CHUCKLES: That's OK. So, you excited for the ball? - CHUCKLES: Oh, God, yeah, I'm so excited. I love dressing up. (GIGGLES) - Yeah. So, David said you met doing The Tempest? - I was in the orchestra. (GIGGLES) I wasn't actually sure he even liked me. - Mm. Sure he does. (CHUCKLES) - I like him too. He's... sensitive. We went to Schindler's List, and he actually cried. - (CHUCKLES DRYLY) Sounds like David. - Hello! It's only me. (EXHALES) - Well, doesn't she look gorgeous? (CHUCKLES) - Uh... - (GIGGLES) - Uh, these are Mum's. You can borrow them. And this is also for you. - Oh` - I'll do it. (CHUCKLES) - Right. We should probably get going. Your chariot awaits. - (LAUGHS) But it's too early. - Yeah. - Um, we're gonna stop somewhere first. - Oh. (SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) - Um, you'll need to go ahead. - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - (DOOR CLOSES) - (GASPS) Oh! Lovely to meet you, Harriet. (CHUCKLES) - (CHUCKLES) - Uh, how are the gloves? - Oh, perfect, thank you. - Oh! Uh, this is David's father, Robin. - Very pleased to meet you. - You too. (CHUCKLES) - And his brother, Stephen. - Hi. - Hi. (GIGGLES) - (GIGGLES) EXHALES: Oh my goodness. What a handsome young man. - (CHUCKLES) Thanks, Mum. - Oh! I know ` why don't we take the photographs in the living room? The lighting's better. Right. David and Harriet, you can go in front of the curtain. Come on, David, quick. - Yeah. - I'm here! I'm here, I'm here. - OK. Come on, get in there. - I am, Mum. Stop. - Just give Harriet some space. - Yeah, I'm` I'm fine` - Give her some space. Lovely. - (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) - Aww. - (FOCUS CLICKS) - ECHOING: Three, two, one... Smile! - (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) - Do you have any plans? I mean, like, what do you wanna do with your life? - Oh, singing. Yeah, that's the only thing I know for sure. Yeah. Wanna have an international career in Europe. But... (SIGHS, CHUCKLES WEAKLY) Mum needs me here, and, well... I'm not so sure. - Now you look sad. - Oh. Well, I've just had this big fight with my parents. Yeah. And also, I've` I've got this exam coming up, and it's really hard for me to concentrate when everything else is going on. - If it's so difficult, why don't you just move out? - I'm not ready. Not yet. What d'you think about... tattoos? - (CHUCKLES) They're kinda gross. Why? Do you have one? - (CHUCKLES) No. No. - (GIGGLES) - No. - (SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC) - (TATTOO MACHINE BUZZES) - Hurts a bit, doesn't it? - DAVID: Hm. Uh, it's fine. - Tough guy, eh? - BOY: His arm's too skinny! - Shh! - Well, I'm a runner, not a weightlifter, so... upper body strength isn't really important. (GRUNTS) The rose is for my dog, Sasha. - Hm. - Hm. - She was a great dog, but, um, the council put her down. - Mm. - Uh... I'm a music student now. New beginnings. It's all... symbolic. - Symbolic, you reckon? - Yeah. When we grew up in Papua New Guinea, and... chapters in my life since then. - (TATTOO MACHINE BUZZES) - How's it looking? - You're the one that's gotta like it. It's for life, darling. - Yeah. My dad would die if he ever saw this. - How you gonna hide it from him? - Oh. Um, he's never gonna see it. (MUSIC SWELLS) Dynamo Professional stain experts are testing the toughest stains to develop our best-performing stain removal. New Dynamo Professional Oxi Plus removes stains for a superior clean. Try new Dynamo Professional. - (CLOCK TICKS, CHAIR SQUEAKS SOFTLY) - It's quiet. Too quiet. - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Hm. Well, Arawa's next door with the kids, David's rehearsing his play, and... Stephen's at the pool. They're all so busy. (CHUCKLES) We should organise a Friday-night singalong. Bring Laniet. - Oh, yeah? Well, I'll mention it. - Good. - Well, I should, uh, (SIGHS) rattle my dags. - I hoped that we could talk about the house. I've had some thoughts, um, but I need you to be here. To be involved. - (CUTLERY CLINKS SOFTLY) - Yeah, I got a lot of` got a lot going on at the school at the moment. Um... - I'm, uh... I'm trying to move forward. For everyone. But, uh,... I can't do it all on my own. - MALE CHOIR: # Abide with me. # Fast falls... - I'll see what I can do. - # ...the eventide. # The darkness deepens; # Lord, with me abide. # When other helpers fail # and comforts flee, # through cloud and sunshine, # Lord, abide with me. # - (BIRDS TWITTER) - (TELEPHONE RINGS) - Margaret Cullen speaking. COLDLY: Oh. Darren. No, I'm afraid Laniet isn't here. - (HANG-UP TONE BEEPS) (BROODING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) - (BIRDS TWITTER) - Lani. Howzit? - Uh, got a job interview, so... - SCOFFS: Come on. We both know how you can earn heaps more money than a straight job. - Well, I don't do that any more, so... - Wanna know how I knew you were here? - Don't tell me. You're psychic. - Nah. I called your mum. - Why would you do that? - Cos the phone I lent you is disconnected. She said you're out at Taieri Beach with your dad. Weird, considering all the heavy shit you told me. - Did you talk to my dad? What did you say to him? - Where's my phone, Lani? - Leave me alone. - It's cool. Let's go back to my place, hm? Have a spliff. Maybe... talk about how you can pay me back? - I told you ` I've got a job interview. - After. Or... do you want me to call your parents again? - (BIRDS TWITTER) - (KNOCKING AT DOOR) - 11 on the dot. - I brought muffins. Two sweet, two savoury. - You're not wearing your glasses. - Oh. Yeah, well, I tripped and fell at my music teacher's house. - Have you tried contact lenses? - Um... Oh. There you go. - GIGGLES: Oh. Thanks. - Well, I've got a pair of my mum's old glasses for driving, but I don't really need to use them. Thanks for asking me over. - Well, it sounded serious, and the music department is not exactly private. - (CHUCKLES) Did you know? About Harriet and... That she was seeing someone else? Like, w... we went to the ball and to Schindler's List, and... I just didn't realise we were kind of just going as friends. Felt like a bit of an idiot, not knowing. I guess it's just a bit hard for me to trust. At the Symphonia last Saturday, remember when I was sitting with Harriet? - I mean, I kind of had my hands full playing percussion. - Yeah, well, I-I blacked out, like, f-for most of the second movement. Like, 20 minutes... in some kind of trance. It's hard for me to explain. (CHUCKLES) I've got this public face which is all, like, smiley and jokey, but... I've also got this really serious face. You know? It's, um... They're so different. Sometimes I don't even know which one is the real me. - Do you want more coffee? - Yeah. I... I have this awful feeling... that... something terrible's gonna happen. (UNEASY MUSIC) - CHILDREN: Bye, Mr Bain! Bye, Miss! - (CHUCKLES) Bye. - Uh, sorry, I can't give you a lift; I've got a few things.... - Oh, it's not a problem. - (GRUNTS) Every silver lining has a cloud. - (CHUCKLES) This fuss about the kids' stories... They should be more worried about the films and television they let their children watch. - GRUNTS: Yeah, I agree. - Yeah. - SIGHS: Oh. - (DOORS SLAM) - There's the power man. I have to have a word with him. - OK. I'll see you Monday. - No doubt. Have a good weekend. - Yeah, you too. - (SEAGULLS CRY IN DISTANCE) - I'd like the bill, uh, changed to the board of trustees. Is that possible? - Shouldn't be a problem. Are you moving? - Mm. Back to town. Possibly. - Oh. - Either way, I'd like to get it sorted. Yeah, something's come up. I need someone to cover for me. SIGHS: Uh, next week, I'm afraid. No, no, no, no. No, no. That's` That's not your fault. I'll try someone else. Thank you. (BROODING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) - (SEAGULLS CRY IN DISTANCE) - (VEHICLE PASSES) * (AMPLIFIED TICKING ECHOES) - It's nothing concrete, but, yeah, we're definitely looking for a flat. Are you... still interested? - Yeah, for sure. I just have some stuff to sort out first. - Uh, probably won't be until next year. - Do you think everyone's... reasonably tidy? - Oh. Well, fair enough question. No, don't worry. I would say we're all... pretty good at cleaning. (CHUCKLES) - CHUCKLES: OK, yeah. Oh. My brother's here. I should... But like I said, I am interested; I just can't say for sure yet. - We got plenty of time. Have a great weekend. - Yeah, I'll be working most of it. (CHUCKLES) - Ugh. - But I'll... see you Monday? - You will. - Great. (CHUCKLES) (BROODING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) - (SIGHS) - You OK? - No. Mid-year exams are freaking me out. - Oh, don't stress it. - (SCOFFS) Yeah, well, it's easy for you to say. You're good at exams. - Only cos I study for them. - Well, (SCOFFS) I try my best. Like our production of Oedipus. I'm` I'm the only one holding it together, and` and my teacher even says so, and... and if I don't pass, I don't get any credit for it. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, thank you. Yeah. Yeah, OK, great. Well, I'll` I'll see you then. - I have explained to them... - Cool. - ...over and over. - Uh, I should probably get going. - (SIGHS) - Well, thank you once again. OK. Bye. That was Wallace, the, um, director of Summer Shakespeare. - I have received another letter from the council about the runoff from the roof. - (KEYS JANGLE, DOOR OPENS) - You told me you were going to sort it! Oh, never mind. I need to talk to your father. - (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE) - (SCOFFS SOFTLY) SIGHS: What's that got to do with him? - (RECEIVER CLATTERS) (MELANCHOLY ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) - (MUSIC CONTINUES OVER RADIO, PENCIL SCRATCHES) - MARGARET, MUFFLED: David? David, could you come in here, please? - Coming. - (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) - (MUSIC CONTINUES, MUFFLED) - What's going on? - Well, you know Stephen was in trouble with the police. - Don't tell me. Not again? - (ALL SNORT, SNIGGER) - CHUCKLES: Oh, Lord, your face. The police have sent your brother a very nice letter. READS: 'Dear Stephen, just a quick note 'to let you know how pleased I am that you have been doing well 'and behaving yourself.' - Oh. Well, good one. - No, I haven't finished. 'One of the best things that can happen in my job is when someone who has been in trouble 'works really hard and manages to keep out of trouble.' Uh, 'Keep up the good work, my friend,' and this is signed 'Senior Sergeant John Robinson'. - Does that mean I'm out of chores today? - Chance would be a fine thing. You too, Dave. You can help your father with the spouting. - Uh, but I've gotta study. - (SCOFFS) It won't do you any harm to spend a few hours helping out. - (BIRDS TWITTER) - Right. Uh, David, you got another piece there? The shortest one, please. - (HAMMERING CONTINUES) - Stephen. (GRUNTS) No, no, no ` the shortest one. That's the longest one. I want the shortest one, David. - OK. - Look out! - (CLATTERING) - Fine. - (SIGHS HEAVILY) Go and get your mother's glasses, for goodness' sake. - Well, I can see; I just... didn't know what you meant. - (GRUNTS) Nothing is so simple that it can't be screwed up. Let's try that again, shall we? - How goes the work? - Well, I still think it's a waste of time. - Well, it's just to keep the council off our backs until the plans are approved. - Yes, your dad and I have decided we're gonna renovate the house in stages rather than knocking it all down at once. - But what about the sanctuary? And` And the dome, and all the plans? - Well, we need to be realistic. - Well, uh, I can't help out tomorrow. And neither can Stephen. We're both doing the polar plunge at St Kilda. - Ah. I'll take you. - Uh, just, um` I've already planned to meet some friends. - His girlfriend. - OK, Stephen, leave your brother alone. - (GLASS THUNKS ON TABLE) - Well, I need the car in the morning, so you'll have to go with your father. (SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC) - Just gonna go study. - (GLASSES CLINK, THUNK) (BROODING MUSIC) - Laniet. (CHUCKLES INCREDULOUSLY) How are you? - Um, (CHUCKLES TREMULOUSLY, SNIFFLES) ...not great. I'm pretty... shit, actually. - Uh, I heard you're staying with your dad? Is that... OK for you? - Um, Mum wrote me a really neat letter today. About how she loves me and... she wants me to come home, but... how can I, after everything? He can't keep doing what he's doing. - Who do you mean? Your dad? - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Um, I got a job today. Um, went in for the interview, and the guy pretty much straight away said I was perfect. I start on Monday. - Hey, that's great. Isn't it? - SIGHS: Yeah. Except for all this... (CHUCKLES) bullshit. I need to tell Mum and Dad. A fresh start. It's what I need to do. Drop the bomb. Boom. (CHUCKLES SHORTLY, SNIFFLES) Um, hey, wanna get a drink, or... - I can't. I'm` I'm supposed to be somewhere. - Another time. - Sure. - Mm. - See ya. - See ya. (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) (AMPLIFIED TICKING ECHOES) (AMPLIFIED TICKING ECHOES) - (CLANG!) - (GROANS) Ow! (HISSES IN PAIN) Buggeration. (SIGHS) - MARGARET: This is lovely. I wasn't sure you were staying. - LANIET: That's the plan. - Aww. Well, there's some fish in the microwave, and David can pop down and get some chips. Oh, how was the swim? I bet it was freezing. - It was fine. - Oh, Lani. Hi. (CHUCKLES) - LANIET: Hi. - Sorry, I'm... just heading out. I'll see you all later. - Where are you going? - Babysitting. - But we're having a family meal. And Laniet has something she wanted to say. - Sorry. - (HINGES SQUEAK) - Can we do it tomorrow? - (DOOR CLOSES) - (CRICKETS CHIRP) - (CLOTHING RUSTLES) - (SIGHS) - (STOMPS, SCRAPES FOOT) - (TV PLAYS IN BACKGROUND, MARGARET CHUCKLES) - Hello. - Oh, you missed the beginning. It's really interesting. Uh, Harriet lent it to us. - But the best part? A cheetah was chasing an antelope,... - (ROBIN CHUCKLES) - ...caught it, then ate it. (LAUGHS) - Gross. - What time is it? - Oh, nearly half past. - Ooh, our programme's starting. (GRUNTS) - But we're watching this. - (CLICK!) - Well, we can watch it another night. - Might go to bed. - Don't be such a spoilsport. - I'm not. Gotta get up early. - (SIGHS HEAVILY) - Uh, Dad? - Mm? - Can you leave the chainsaw this week? - No, I don't think that's a good idea. - Yeah, well, I'll be careful. - No. - But I need it. - You're far too clumsy. I think we've established that. - (CHUCKLES) OK, enough. Our programme's starting. - (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE, TV CONTINUES PLAYING) - (DOOR CLOSES) - (TV CONTINUES PLAYING IN DISTANCE) - (MUSIC PLAYS ON TV) - OK. (GRUNTS) Goodnight. - Night, night. (GROANS) Ah ` don't forget to clean your teeth. - Well, I'd... - (SIGHS) - ...better go` - Hey. Um, can I talk to you now? Please? (SOMBRE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) - (CLOCK TICKS QUIETLY) (NO AUDIO) (MUSIC CONTINUES) - (BEDSPRINGS CREAK) (MUSIC CONTINUES) - (CLOTHING RUSTLES) - (EXHALES SOFTLY) (EXHALES SOFTLY) (MUSIC CONTINUES) - Hiya. What's going on? - MARGARET: Uh, there's fish in the microwave, but I don't know if they left you any chips. - I'm OK. I've had something. Well, night. - Night. - (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE) - What do we do now, Margaret? - Well, it's Sunday night, so someone needs to drive to the ATM to pay the credit card. - Yeah, probably for the best. (SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES) - (BIRDS TWITTER) (LOW, FOREBODING MUSIC) - (CLOCK TICKS QUIETLY) - (METAL CLINKS) - (DOOR OPENS, HINGES SQUEAK SOFTLY) - (SILENCED GUNSHOT, LANIET GURGLES) - (GUN COCKS) - (GURGLING CONTINUES) - (SILENCED GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE) - (SILENCED GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE) - (DOOR OPENS SOFTLY) - (SILENCED GUNSHOT) - (RIFLE CLATTERS SOFTLY) - What're you doing? - (SILENCED GUNSHOT) - Ah! (GRUNTS) - (BOTH GRUNT) - (BLOW LANDS) - (GRUNTS) - (SHOOTER YELLS) - Argh! (PANTS) - (GUN COCKS) - (GRUNTS) - (BOTH GRUNT) - (STEPHEN CHOKES) - (SLAM!) - (GRUNTS) - (BLOW LANDS) - (GRUNTS) - (BOTH GRUNT, PANT) - (SHOOTER GRUNTS) - (CHOKES) - (BOTH PANT) - (BLOW LANDS, SHOOTER GROANS) - (STEPHEN GASPS, PANTS) (THUD! STEPHEN CRIES OUT) - (SOBS, GASPS) Please` (CHOKES) CHOKES, MUFFLED: Please` Please, please` Plea... (WHEEZES) CHOKES: Plea... - (SHOOTER PANTS) - (GUN CLICKS SOFTLY) - (SILENCED GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE) (FOREBODING MUSIC CONTINUES) - (FLOORBOARDS CREAK) - (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) - Is anyone there? - (SILENCED GUNSHOT, BEAD CURTAIN RATTLES) - (GUN COCKS) - (BREATHES HEAVILY) No, no, no. P-Please, don't. Pl-Please. Please, don't. - (SILENCED GUNSHOT, BODY THUDS) - (ELECTRICITY WHIRRS QUIETLY) - (CLOCK TICKS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) - (CRICKETS CHIRP, DOOR CREAKS) - (DOOR SCREECHES, SHUTS) - (DOG PANTS) - (PUFFS) - (GATE SQUEALS, DOG BARKS NEARBY) - (GATE SQUEALS) - (BARKING CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) - DAVID ON PHONE, SOBBING: They're all dead! - DISPATCHER: What's the matter? - They're all dead! I came home and they're all dead. - Whereabouts are ya? - BREATHES HEAVILY: Um, I'm... Every St. - Wha`? Every St? - 65 Every St. (PANTS, SOBS) They're all dead. My family, they're all dead! Hurry up! (SOBS) Bain. - (WASHING MACHINE RUMBLES) - DISPATCHER: OK. We're on our way. - WHIMPERS: Hurry up. (SOMBRE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) - (DOOR CLOSES) - You all right there, David? - Oh, yeah. Yeah. Just wanna get this sorted so I can get on with my life. - (BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE) - Thanks for coming in. - Not a problem. - David. - Uh, hi. Um, what's this about? - Constable? Perhaps you could take Mr Clark for a cup of tea. - Sir. - Do you know why you're here, David? - (DOOR OPENS, HINGES CREAK) - Uh... (CLEARS THROAT) Not really, no. - (DOOR CREAKS, CLOSES) - David Bain, I'm speaking to you about the murders of Robin Bain, Margaret Bain, Arawa Bain, Laniet Bain and Stephen Bain. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be recorded and given in evidence in court. You have the right to speak with a lawyer without delay and in private before deciding whether to answer any questions. If you cannot afford a lawyer, police have a list of lawyers you may speak to for free. Do you understand what I've just said, David? - I want a lawyer. - We'll organise that. Is there anything you'd like to say, David? - I'm not guilty. - ROBIN: All right, ladies. Uh, Stephen, you stand next to Arawa. - (BIRDS TWITTER) - Dave, you joining us? Next to Laniet. There you are. - (DOG PANTS) - (SIGHS) Right. - (CLICK! CAMERA WHIRRS) (PENSIVE PIANO MUSIC) - (BIRDS CONTINUE TWITTERING) - The Bains against the world. - (DOG PANTS, WHINES) (SOMBRE CHORAL MUSIC) www.able.co.nz Copyright Able 2020