All language subtitles for Mr . Mrs Murder.S01E11 - Keeping Up Appearances

Thanks. Can you wait
for me around the front?

Hey, are you OK?

Lavanya. Sanskrit for "beautiful woman".

- Mm.
- Are we OK to park here?

Yeah, it's a loading zone.
We're all good.

Thank you, Lavanya.

A 30-year-old girl.

That's not that much older than Jess.

You'd think she would have been able

to find someone to talk her out of it.

Hey, the first plastic surgeon
would have spoken Sanskrit.

- Really?
- Yeah.

A Hindu surgeon
by the name of Hudafta Fasanpat.

First one to write down
his method for rhinoplasty,

as early as 600 BC.

- They had nose jobs back then?
- Yeah, yeah.

Blown off in the war, or they'd
have them cut off as punishment.

And they would walk around with no nose.

- Completely noseless.
- So how did they smell?

Terrible.

600 BC. It's a very old joke.

- It's a good one, though.
- Yeah.

- I can't top that, Charlie.
- No, no, you can.

Peter, no, your hair looks good.
Don't touch it.

Don't touch a blade. It looks fantastic.

I've got a press conference,
Charlie, for the, uh...

For a suicide.

The media are having a field day.

A lot of celebs get work done here.

Top brass want me
to lay the matter to rest.

So, the jumper, Ivy Dawkins,

was a former patient of Dr Mukajee.

Her medical file shows that she was
banned from having any more surgery.

She... She had
this mental condition called...

Body dysmorphia.

- Shall we go up?
- Yeah, sure.

It's one of the anxiety disorders

where perfectly normal-looking people

become obsessed with their appearance.

They get fixated on what they
perceive to be an ugly chin

or nose or whatever.

Yeah, it's sad.

So she was upset with the doctor.

He not only refused to give her
more treatment,

he advised his colleagues
to do the same.

Seems she jumped as a way to punish him

or make him feel guilty
or bring him into disrepute.

So this press conference
is for him, not for her.

The A-list flocks here
for some new facelift he does.

Dr Mukajee hasn't arrived yet.
I'm sure he won't be long.

Do you mind holding?

Lavanya Centre. Oh, he's unavailable.

May I... Yes, deliver
straight to the site.

The builders will be
at the doctor's home.

These are the cleaners.

Ah, yes, yes, yes.
Just go through, please.

Thank you.

The doctor shouldn't be too much longer.

We had a little, um,
incident last night.

Take a seat.

How did Ivy get in here?

Her sister, Emily, works here.
She recently lost her pass key.

It was found in Ivy's pocket.

- Did she leave a note?
- A poem.

Her sister identified the handwriting.

It's what she was into, really.

Heaping blame on the doctor
for her misery.

- Not very high up, is it?
- No.

And the prints belong to...

The doc, the receptionist and Ivy,
when she lifted up the window.

It's a suicide, basically.

And what about the marker outside?

Um, I think that's for one of her heels.

- High heels?
- Very high.

One was found on her foot
and the other one down there.

How much did Ivy weigh?

53kg.

- And in imperial measurements?
- Uh...

No, that's alright. I'll work it out.

Excuse me, detective.

I've got a sample of our cover-up.

I've chosen deep bronze
because you have a lovely...

Oh, thank you. I'm sorry, it's...

- Rena.
- Rena. Thank you very much.

Pleasure.

Can you imagine a more selfish act?

Now, just give everything a really
good dust and a bit of a vacuum.

Oh, and there's the bags
in here, the rubbish bags,

and in the ensuite,
if you could take those.

I hope this won't take too long.

We'll be as quick as we can be.

- Lavanya Centre.
- Don't forget the garden.

Is he wearing make-up
for a press conference?

He did look a little bit shadowy
under the eyes.

It's good for him to have bags
under his eyes.

Gives him an authority
he doesn't otherwise have.

If you wanted to kill yourself,
why would you jump

from a two-storey window
into a soft garden?

You've got that tree to
negotiate to get to the sundial.

She didn't weigh very much, did she?

I think our good doctor is divorced.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

The bookend. He got one,
she got the other.

Oh, right.

See, marital separation
doesn't make any sense, does it?

No.

Oh, a young girl dies

and someone else is planning
renovations.

Guess that's life, though, isn't it?

Mm, well, you've got
a whole waiting room

full of people planning renovations.

I don't understand.

I mean, if you were a surgeon,
wouldn't you use your skills

to save lives instead
of peddling derma fillers?

Mm.

You'd never have Botox, would you?

- No, you wouldn't.
- Probably not.

Because you're too sensible to
inject your face with botulism.

Paralysing your tissues
like that. It's ridiculous.

I quite agree with you.

Jade Jagger now does home interiors.

- Does she?
- Yeah.

You know Jade Jagger
is Mick Jagger's daughter?

Everyone knows that, sweetie.

And now you do.

It's been hideous.

We've been with the police
most of the night.

Yeah, we've just been at the mortuary.

Em had to, you know...

You really, really
didn't need to come in.

I wanted to ask Dr Mukajee in person
if I could have some time off.

You've just had two weeks.

Of course he'll say yes.

Hi. Sorry to interrupt.

We just finished cleaning
Dr Mukajee's rooms.

Just downstairs now for the garden.

Emily.

Emily, my dear.

Oh!

A sad, sad turn of events.
A terrible, terrible shock.

So very, very tragic.

Emily would like some time off.

All the time you need, my dear.
All the time you need.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

- All the time you need.
- Thank you, Dr Mukajee.

Now, which one of you lovely ladies

will I be seeing first today?

Please forgive me for being late.

Oh, God, Michael, he must hate me.

I'm amazed he's even
going to let me come back.

Of course he will. I'll call us a cab.

Hi.

I just wanted to say that
I'm really sorry for your loss.

- Did you know my sister?
- No.

You didn't know her
and you don't know me.

So why say something
you don't really mean?

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

I still don't know

how she got all the way out here
to the sundial.

You don't think
she could have jumped this far?

It's not the distance so much,
it's the force.

What did Thingy say she weighed?

53kg.

53kg. That's 116lb
and 13 and a half ounces.

Would have fallen through
these branches, lost momentum.

Why didn't she land by those roses?

Was she pushed?

Or did she manage to somehow
propel herself out?

I've accounted for the height
difference between Jess and Ivy

in the construction of the window frame.

Oh, these are ridiculous.
How could anyone wear them?

Your aunty wore them for many
years with no complaint.

- They really hurt.
- Really?

Why do you think I stopped wearing them?

You'd snared your mate and there
was no need to display yourself.

That's right.

OK, you ready, Jess?
You going to come through?

Nuh.

See? It makes no sense
for Ivy to have worn heels to jump.

No, no.

The only way she could propel herself

is if she held the window frame.

We know she only had fingerprints

on the bottom of the window sill.

- She didn't propel herself.
- No.

So she was pushed?

Or she was thrown.

So who planted the suicide note?

Number 15. This is it.
This is Ivy's place.

Sweetie, if you were Ivy,
what would get you

over to the surgery
in the middle of the night?

I wouldn't go to the Lavanya charlatan
centre, regardless of who I was.

Someone lured her there.

They knew about her compulsion
and they played on it.

Offered her the treatment she wanted.

- Doctor?
- Or a nurse.

Or her sister, maybe.

So, are we breaking in or doing accents?

Breaking in.

- Oh, well, we tried.
- No, no, no, sweetie.

People are most likely to open
their doors to police,

florists or pizza deliveries,
in that order.

- Great! I get to do an accent.
- Yeah.

I got pizza delivery.

Yeah, yeah, we try to deliver
pizza to the third floor.

OK, sweet, mate. Thank you.

- Well done.
- Thank you.

Cold, austere, but with excellent views.

Hey! Hey!

- I'll...
- You get the...

I'll go downstairs.

- Sweetie, you alright?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

- Did you get a good look?
- I got a look at his pants.

There was some flour on them.

Paint. There was paint on them.

Dr Mukajee's renovating.
He might have sent someone.

- I'll call Peter.
- Yeah, call Peter.

Call Peter. And get me an ambulance.

Yeah, absolutely we will. OK, yeah.

Thanks, Peter. 'Bye.

So, why are we here?

Oh, because we were driving past
and we saw the light on.

Great. That's a good idea.

And we're leaving immediately
and locking the door behind us.

Good, good. Yeah, I can go with that.

I can work with that.

Well, she still seemed to be
engaging with the world.

She was buying art
as recently as two months ago.

Do you buy art
if you're severely depressed?

I don't know. But she was a recluse.

A very wealthy recluse.

Her bathroom mirror's covered over.

Oh, well, body dysmorphiacs
spend all their time

either assessing their appearance
or avoiding it completely.

- It's very, very sad.
- Oh, look how beautiful she is.

How could she think
she was anything but?

Oh, look, there's her and Emily.

Look happy enough
together then, don't they?

She wound up here,
alone, in a soulless tower

surrounded by art and collectables.

- What you got there?
- I think journals.

- A lot of poetry.
- Yeah.

- That one's two years old.
- This is three years old.

Wonder where her current journal is.

You know, this might be
a simple burglary.

Look, see?

There are pieces missing from
each of these jewellery boxes.

Here, here, here, here.

If our intruder was after jewellery,

surely you'd take the whole lot,
not just selected pieces.

Yeah, that's right. They're not
that discerning, are they?

No, you're quite right.

What are you doing?

Don't men keep things
in their underwear drawer?

Yeah, well, they keep underwear.

That's very... No, you shouldn't...

Oh, you did. You found that.
Good. Good find.

That's a good one.

Ah. Lots of poetry, Charlie.

Here's the torn page.

Mind you, if this is where
the suicide note was torn from,

it's months old.

These are all much more up-beat.

"New day, new way, new light."

People often are less depressed
when they resolve to end it all.

It's a spectacle nosepiece.
Did Ivy wear glasses?

Well, not in the photographs,
but it's possible.

Alright, we should bag this
and we should go.

Ooh.

You have one old message.

Hi, Ivy, it's Em and Michael.

We're still up in Port Douglas.

It's divine. Hope you're OK.

Thinking of you, and see you
when we get back Sunday.

Hang on, could you play that
just one more time, please?

Hi, Ivy, it's Em and Michael.

We're still up in Port Douglas.

It's divine. Hope you're OK.

Thinking of you, and see you
when we get back Sunday.

That is a yellow swan-tail loon,
I'm sure of it.

Remember last autumn when one
built its nest in our letterbox?

Yes.

I had to make that clockwork owl
to fly in and scare it away.

Took me weeks to build.
It was good, though.

But the fireball...

Anyway, it doesn't matter.
They're not native up north.

You wouldn't find them in Port Douglas.

So she was lying to her sister.
Emily was in town.

Or she took the bird on holiday.

I think it ' s the first one.

Emily is the most likely one to
have lured Ivy to the surgery.

Yes.

- Er, hi.
- Oh, hello.

- What are you... doing?
- We're the cleaners.

Yes, we met this morning
with the police.

Why are you here?

- Well, there was a burglary.
- Yes, there was a robbery.

Attempted.

And the police called us
because we were in the vicinity.

We were asked by the police
to secure the perimeters,

which we have done.

Well, thank you for that.
Um, we'll take it from here.

- I'll go check Ivy's room.
- Absolutely.

Well, being a crime scene,

it probably would be preferable
if we went one at a time.

- Charlie?
- Yeah, that's a great idea.

Yes, absolutely. That would be sensible.

There are fingerprints to preserve.

So if you wouldn't mind putting
these on, sir. Just this way.

Feel free to, uh...

- Was it a late flight?
- Hm?

Ah, yeah, late. Quite late.

I have to tell you that
the photographs with you and Ivy,

she looks like
she was really happy with you.

Look, I... I'm really sorry
about this morning.

No, no. Don't even think about it.

- You were in shock.
- Yeah, I was.

I... I felt guilty and angry

and a whole lot of things.

- And shock.
- Oh.

No need to feel guilty.

We actually got back last week,
for Michael's work.

I was here when it happened.

If only I'd talked to her,
but she was hard work, you know?

You did a lot of caring for your sister.

It was great being away,
just for a little while.

She'd been seeing a psychiatrist.

She was starting to make some progress.

But she's still really, really
reliant on me, and...

Our parents died suddenly.
She didn't cope.

And gradually, this fixation
started about how she looked.

Everything about her was wrong,
according to her.

And I didn't help.

How do you mean?

I started working with Dr Mukajee.

And of course, she had her inheritance.

She could buy a brand-new face.

And then it just escalated into some...

It's a mental illness.

That's just not your fault.

Thank you.

It's been very hard.

- Is that ' I ' for Ivy?
- Oh, yeah.

We swapped once for fun
and never swapped back.

The police gave hers - mine -
back to us.

Doesn't feel right to wear mine.

I think we're right to go.

We have another cleaning job
to attend to.

And thank you very much
for your time, sir.

Actually, just one more thing.

- Did Ivy wear glasses?
- No.

Thanks.

'Bye.

No wonder she wanted some respite.

It must have been exhausting.

She was probably relieved
that the responsibility was gone,

which probably made her feel guilty.

Or she was relieved
because she did it, and

so far her act is convincing everybody.

Yeah, but she was wearing
her sister's necklace.

I don't think she feels guilty
about anything

apart from the fact
that she didn't do more.

I don't think she did it.

- Shall we floss?
- Yes.

So is there any news
on our friend in the hoodie?

Nothing.

The suicide note certainly came
from the journal you found.

"To Dr M", then all about suicide.

If we go with the theory that
someone lured her to the clinic

to get treatment,

why would she rip this
out of the journal and take it?

Someone took it earlier
from her apartment?

Or she gave it to Dr Mukajee herself,

and then he used it
to set up the suicide.

We know that she was a serial pest.

You take an AVO out on serial pests.

You don't have to kill them.

Yeah, but maybe
she was driving him crazy.

She might have had something on him.

We know that Rena from the clinic

certainly thought "good riddance".

And he almost seemed,
I don't know, too nice.

Maybe he's hiding something.

Well, I've got my interview.
Wish me luck.

- Good luck.
- How do I look?

- You look great, Pete.
- I feel great.

You are the man, PV.

- Do you mind if I take...
- Sure.

OK.

Oh, that's 30 days, please.

While I was here,

I was wondering if Dr Mukajee
might be able to... see me.

A primary consult?

Let's see.

We have had a few cancellations
over the scandal.

Yes, I think you might be in luck.

Thank you.

For a woman your age,
you're holding up well.

- Hands?
- Yes.

- Let me see them.
- Sorry.

I do use sunscreen, when I remember.

You have beautiful hands.

Oh, thank you.

So Ivy kept wanting to get
more and more procedures?

Let's talk about you.

It's just that, um,

I'm really interested in the condition.

I was thinking about
going back to university

and studying psychology.

Then you'll understand what it's like

to be accused of malpractice,
to be subject to vile threats

and to have hours and hours every week

engaged in defending yourself
against baseless accusations.

I see.

I hope you never do.

Our approach at Lavanya

is that we build ourselves
towards our best self-image,

stepping confidently into
our future selves.

Any thoughts about that?

Sounds good.

Would you like me
to make some suggestions?

I can see some avenues we might take.

We could have a look, I suppose.

I'm not saying have all this done now.

It's what's available to you, in time.

You could have nothing at all done now

and still be confident
that you're a beautiful woman.

You should be.

So when someone like Ivy wants
to get everything done...

For example, Nicola,
your broken capillary there.

Does that bother you at all?

What would it take to get rid of that?

We could laser that for you in a jiffy.

You'd just need to fill out
some paperwork.

Yeah, OK. Yeah, that sounds...

Sure.

Well, here is some information
about laser surgery.

Would I be able to borrow
your reading glasses?

I can't quite, um...

Thank you.

Thanks.

- Something wrong?
- No.

Actually, yes, I... I really...

I shouldn't go through with
signing anything

until I speak to my husband.

But I wondered if, um,

maybe I could get a printout
of all this.

Of course. I like my ladies
to be comfortable.

Otherwise, what's the point?

You know, he is a very persuasive man.

I can't believe he couldn't
convince someone as

vulnerable as Ivy that
she'd had enough work.

More than a doctor-patient
relationship, do you think?

Yeah.

There was something weird
going on with his briefcase.

When her name came up,
his eyes fell to it.

I'd love to get back in there
and have a look around.

We'd have to get past Rena.

The nosepiece of the glasses
puts him in Ivy's apartment.

- Mm.
- OK.

Not that you need this, but wow.

This actually makes a difference.

I know. Even if I just got
the capillaries done.

Oh, go for it. Why not?

Really? No, no, no, no,
you wouldn't do...

Would you really do that?

I mean, gosh, darling,
you're so beautiful,

and I love all those broken capillaries.

All those broken capillaries?

Yeah, yeah. What are we but what we are?

What are we but our character?
That's what we are.

I would still have character, just
not with all the broken capillaries.

I didn't mean anything by it.

God, look at me. Look at my nose.

Look at my teeth. Look at my forehead.

Look. Looks like a piano accordion, see?

But it's not about you, Charlie.
It's about Nicola.

But it's dishonest, don't you think?

You're tricking people into thinking
you're younger than you are.

And you rob yourself
of the chance to be beautiful

in a way that's got
nothing to do with youth.

You've given me an idea.
Jess, get your coat.

Sorry, darling.
This is ladies' business.

Oh, right.

Sorry, Rena, I just have a few
more questions for Dr Mukajee.

I just wondered, even if...

What is going on here?

Tell me, what is actually going on here?

Excuse me.

Don't you see, this is dishonest?

Excuse me, young lady.

You're fooling people into
thinking you're younger!

- Could I help you?
- Beauty isn't about youth.

It's about truth. Truth is beauty.

Could we just bring it down?

- I'm making a stand.
- Well, you can do it sitting.

Fine. Vivienne,
call security this moment.

Sweetie, you were great.

Guess what.

Mukajee's meeting a barrister
tomorrow. He's getting sued.

- What?
- I think I'm blacklisted.

- Feels good.
- Yeah.

So, who's suing?

A bunch of actors and celebrities.
Breach of confidentiality.

Apparently Mukajee's brought some
technique over from the States -

Lift and Fill Invisible Facelift.

Anyway, he's claiming the files
were stolen from his office

and then leaked to a women's magazine.

- By Ivy?
- Yeah.

Which would explain...

Which would explain why
we found Mukajee's nosepiece

in Ivy's apartment.

He must have been trying to
confront her in person.

And she threatens to leak the files

unless he gives her the treatment.

- When he refused...
- She sets out to destroy him.

- Yes!
- Done!

Yeah.

No, the doctor was in Daylesford

with his new girlfriend all weekend.

He was also seen leaving
the B&B early Monday morning.

He could have driven down, done the deed

and driven back again.

Or he could have hired a hit man.

- A hit man with filthy trousers.
- Mmm. Very grubby.

I'll do a mileage check on his car,

check any hire car companies
up there as well.

He also reported something
missing from his office.

- Oh, what was taken?
- An antique Indian bookend.

Antique Indian bookend.

We saw the mate of that in the
office when we were cleaning it.

Had a horse on it.
We'll send you the picture.

Yeah, what have you got?

- Is he still wearing make-up?
- I don't know, I can't tell.

Charlie, what if the hit man
was actually a hit lady?

- Could be Rena in a hoodie.
- OK.

Rena's in love with Dr Mukajee.

- How do you know that?
- I just know.

Doctor's in surgery now, I'm sorry.

You know, you really need
to make an appointment.

He's a very busy man.

You two obviously work so well together.

I imagine you've learnt
some of his techniques.

Well, I am a registered nurse.

I do step in often to lend a hand.

Actually, I've got my own clients.

Oh!

It's my first time,

and I think I'd feel
more comfortable with you.

I've actually had a really hard
time convincing my husband.

Now that I've finally got him here...

Well, apart from the capillary -

our laser rooms
are booked out at the moment -

Doctor has suggested
Botox and some filler.

We could do them both. Why not?

Even if we just sat down somewhere quiet
and went through the outcomes again...

Do you want to get it done or not?

- I guess.
- Good.

Fizzy, don't let them
do anything to your navel.

Just sit there and enjoy the music.

I always say it's best to just decide

and get it over and done with,
don't you think?

There we go.

Doc-Doctor Mukajee must have
been under a lot of pressure,

with Ivy demanding to be treated.

Oh, no, he meditates. He's very calm.

And... and did it bother you?

Because I guess
you're at the front line.

Oh, Emily dealt with Ivy.

Until of course she stopped coming in

and then started to call all day.

But we deal with these things
calmly, don't we?

Otherwise, who are we going to
hurt? Only ourselves.

What's in there?

Oh, that's the filler
that you've signed off on.

It's very light. Latest on the market.

Um, so-so Dr Mukajee's
having renovations done.

- Is that for here or...
- Now, just relax.

Or are you getting renovations done?

This might sting a little bit.

When Ivy came into the clinic,
was there any indication...

It's going to sting if you don't relax.

Is it safe?

Arggh!

Aaarggh!

Agh!

- Uh.
- And again.

Now, this time, just relax.

Oh. Oh. Oh!

Ohhh!

Oh, now this is haemorrhoid cream.

It helps with the bruising.

- Is everything alright?
- Cash or credit?

- Credit.
- Credit.

Credit. That's fine.

Thank you.

Oh, someone's walked the Compostela.

- Oh, the Camino de Santiago.
- Yeah.

- Yes, I did.
- You did? Well done.

- Have you done it?
- Oh, no, no, no. No.

I'd love to, though. 800km.
I'd have to train up for it.

Oh, you look like you could handle it.

Oh, please.

You know, it's not the walk.
It's the people.

Ah, yes.

The little village masses
along the way -

that's what keeps you going.

Isn't there a...
Now, there's a big swinging...

I remember a picture of it,

a swinging thing in the cathedral.

At the end. Yes, the pilgrim's
mass and the "el botafumeiro".

Oh, yeah, yeah,
the giant incense burner.

I'd love to see that in real life.

It's stunning. You should.

I love my local church,

but they don't do the incense anymore.

I know I shouldn't say it,
but I really wish they did.

Well, we live in secular times,
don't we?

- Yes, that's true.
- Thank you very much.

Ooh! Ha.
That's quite a reasonable price.

- Oh, thank you.
- Yes, so happy...

- Buen camino.
- Buen camino.

Oh, ice every half-hour.

Come on, darling.
Well, that was pretty pricey.

We're going to have to
sell Jess to white slavers.

I can't believe you were talking
Spanish to her.

Well, she was flattering me.
They do that.

She probably wanted me
to get some liposuction.

I just had an operation and you're
making goo-goo eyes at a murder suspect.

No, no, no, she didn't murder anybody.

What, 'cause she's a devout Catholic?

What about the Crusades?

You don't walk the Compostela
and then murder somebody.

You might walk it after you'd
murdered somebody, as penance.

You should see her
with a needle in her hand.

We should walk the Compostela, you know?

I think it'd be a great transformative
experience for us, spiritually.

I think we should, seriously.
Hey, darling, can I...

Can I have a look?

Mm. It's great.

Would you like some kabana?
Kabana, cheese, yeah? Lovely.

- Is Janine here yet?
- She rang.

She said she's going to be
fashionably late.

In that case, Alan,

do you mind taking a look
at this poem for me?

See what you think.

You're the only one in book group who

understands James Joyce,
so you're the man.

"The more I am away from you, I love you

"And can't imagine how anyone could know

"How to live without you."

- What, is this yours?
- No.

- Oh, thank God. It's terrible.
- Mm.

It's a love poem to Dr M. Who's Dr M?

I think there's more to it than that.

I think we might be missing something.

"I see now but You are my centre

"And I am misery itself."

If you take out every second line,

it's a completely different poem.

"The more I am away from you,

"I know how to live without you."

See, she's actually asserting herself.

She's looking towards the future.
Yeah, it's a code.

"And sorrow for your pain
Brings only grief to me."

Is that an apology to the doctor

for bringing the legal action, maybe?

Yeah, so the police, in the novel,

when they found the
note, they could easily

be forgiven for thinking it was suicide,

because the word 'suicide',
and also, of course, "to Dr M".

Honestly, there are so many courses

I want to do at night school,

I could live another century

and not get through them all,
I tell you!

Sculpture. Who would have thought?

But Andre says
that I have a real talent.

I could be the next Henry Moore.

Oh, wow. I should take these.

Nicola, have you done something
to your hair?

Oh, no. No.

I'll just get us some glasses
and we can, um, get started.

- Might need a lot of glasses.
- Oh, yeah.

Something's wrong with her face.

Can you tell? I've got
most of my feeling back.

I just feel self-conscious.

No, no, no, it's largely gone down.

I don't think we're looking
for a renovator.

I think our intruder is an artist.

Remember all those sculptures
at Ivy's place?

- I think he went back for them.
- Yes, what was his name?

Oh, God. I want to say... Kokomo.

No, that's a Beach Boys song.

He could have gone to Ivy's apartment

and torn out that poem.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hello.

Hello.

- Kostas?
- Hello.

Yeah.

We got your address from the catalogue.

And some beautiful work in there
and beautiful work in here too.

Oh, there's a price list
around somewhere.

Sorry, it's the end of the exhibition.

- Here we go.
- Oh, thank you.

- Happy to negotiate.
- Right.

- Well, they're really vibrant.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- So who are your influences?
- Who would you think?

Well, I see a little Brancusi.
I see some Guy Boyd.

And Giacometti, as well,
from that shoulder there.

- If you like.
- Do you mind if I look around?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you.

Actually, I think we might know somebody

who has some of your pieces.

Ivy Dawkins?

I, uh... No, I don't know any Ivy.

I-I sell a lot of work
to a lot of people.

Yes, it's sometimes difficult

to put a name to the face, isn't it?

So, Kostas, I'd like you to meet...

the late Ivy Dawkins.

Every exhibition I had,
Ivy bought two of my works.

Always the most expensive, actually.

She said she wanted to support me,

which, let me tell you, she has.

How did she pay for the pieces?

Cash.

But she hadn't been to the bank
last time I saw her.

She called me, said she'd leave
it for me and left the spare key.

She was trying to make herself
go out, you see.

She was trying so hard to get better.

I thought I'd wait so I could
see her when she was home.

But when I saw it on the news,
I thought,

"The family will never
believe me about the money.

"If I go now, it might still be there."

It wasn't. And then people came.

Oh, well, that was us.

So you know the rest.

Except there were two pieces
missing, of mine.

They were there last week,
and now they're not.

I know Ivy.

She would never, ever sell them
or give them away.

- Unless she was forced.
- Or they were stolen.

By someone with a keen eye for art.

And jewellery.

Someone who knew where they were hidden

and tried to cover it up.

Oh, no!

What?

Oh.

Great. $130.

How long were we in there?
An hour and a half?

It's ridiculous.

Why aren't they out there
catching the real criminals?

Not even tax deductible.

What's the matter, darling?

Well, it's not just the
sculptures, is it?

I mean, someone covered up the missing
jewellery from the apartment as well.

The only other person with access to
the apartment was her sister, Emily.

Yeah.

Perhaps it's time we called on Emily

to find out how honest she really is.

Certainly.

Yeah, we found this at the site.

- No, that wasn't Ivy's.
- Oh, that's mine!

That's... Oh, well, irrelevant
now, but this is yours.

I gave it to Ivy for safekeeping.

I was going to give it you
for your birthday,

for... the engagement ring
that you never had.

Thank you.

Oh, we've decided to start packing up.

Yeah, I'm on hold for a conference call

with Singapore, so I've
got a bit of time.

- Singapore?
- Singapore Bank.

I'm about to close a big deal.

He's been talking with them all morning.

Yeah.

If you need an apartment, get in fast.

Michael developed it from scratch.

Just lining up the ducks now.

That's the last of the ducks,

so thank you
for getting this back to us.

Well, at least we know he's a thief.

Oh, Charlie, I'm so sorry.

I didn't think.

Nor did I. I didn't think either.

You know, we've got to stop
being so impulsive.

- Emily, can I give you a hand?
- Oh, thanks.

It's a bit heavy. Which one's yours?

- This one.
- Uh-huh.

I'll move the seat forward.

- That's great, thanks.
- I hate moving.

I once had to move 250 cardboard boxes.

They all folded away, but I had
nothing to put them in.

Emily, I need to tell you something.

- The ring...
- Oh, I know!

- What a surprise.
- It's mine.

There are some things missing
from Ivy's apartment,

and we were testing to see
if you were responsible.

I'm sorry?

Emily, your husband stole
my wife's engagement ring.

Michael of all people
does not need to steal.

He lied to you about the investors.

It's a public holiday
in Singapore today.

It's Hari Raya Haji Day.
All the banks are closed.

He's been talking to the bank
since it opened Singapore time.

- No, they're closed, Emily.
- I'm calling the police.

You're a couple of weirdos.

Get away from my husband's car!

- What have you got there?
- Parking tickets.

- Where do they live?
- Oh, there's a tag on the box.

Elsternwick.

- OK, and where's his office?
- Port Melbourne.

OK, well, these are all from Cranbourne.

And that coffee cup
was from the Cranbourne Cafe.

These are all different days.

It's a long way to go for coffee.

What do you think the odds are

that there's a pawn shop in Cranbourne?

There's only one way to find out.

I feel uncomfortable looking at
something called Pawn World.

We'll have to delete the history
before Jess sees it.

Here we are. Jewellery. That's...

- That's Ivy's.
- That's Ivy's.

That's Ivy's, I would have thought.

- Should we look at art?
- Yeah.

That's by Kostas.

So that would be, I would think,
in Ivy's apartment.

And, oh, hello. Dr Mukajee's bookend.

$800. Michael's doing
very nicely out of this stuff.

You know, maybe she gave him
these things.

Maybe he promised to arrange for her

to get more cosmetic surgery work done

and she was so grateful she
gave him whatever he asked for.

Maybe that's why he came home
early from the holiday.

Maybe Michael was starting
to get desperate.

But pawning this sort of stuff,
this is just chicken feed.

Yeah, but he'd get to keep up
appearances with Emily.

He'd stave off the inevitable.

He'd be able to afford dinners
out, that kind of thing.

So Ivy dies, Emily stands
to inherit everything,

he's got a key.

He finds a poem
that looks like a suicide note.

He's also got Emily's pass
to the surgery.

He promises that Rena or someone
who can do the work will be there.

OK. So he says,
"Come in, come in, come in.

"Why not sit in Dr Mukajee's rooms?"

Sadly, Ivy goes out the window

and money walks through the door.

I think we've got enough.
I think we're ready.

I think we can ring what's-his-name.

You ring what's-his-name
and I'll get your coat.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Where is he? He said he'd be
here ten minutes ago.

- I don't believe...
- Emily, listen to me!

- Listen! Emily!
- Charlie...

Michael, you're hurting me! Stop it!

Pizza, flowers, police!

- Stay back!
- The police are on their way!

She's your wife. She loves you.

Michael, let her go. You're scaring her.

Well, thanks again.

- Good result.
- Thank you.

Mrs Gorman, I just need you
to come and make a statement.

Just through there
in the kitchen, thanks.

She was beautiful.

She loved you.

Always said how good you were to her.

Thank you. That means a lot.

I wonder if he'd do a sculpture of you?

Well, art is the best way
to preserve beauty.

Ooh. Nearly forgot.

- Remember this?
- Oh, thank you, darling.

- How are those lips of yours?
- Why?

Well, I wouldn't mind
kissing them a bit.