All language subtitles for my.life.is.murder.s01e07.bdrip.x264-mayhem

Hello and welcome to our show.
My name is Alexa Crowe.

And I'm Miranda Lee.

And this is our TV special.

Let's show them
some of our talents. Okay.

- Amazing.
- Thank you very much.

- ♪ Thinkin' about you ♪
- ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

- ♪ And thinkin' about me ♪
- ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I'm thinkin' about you
and me ♪

♪ La-da-da-dee ♪

♪ There ain't no place
I'd rather be ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

Can't wait to get
my runners back on.

Show-off.

I've been thinking about
your old headmistress,

Imelda Beecroft.

She was my English teacher.

Sure, but she was headmistress
when she died.

Back in March, yeah.

Did you end up going
to the funeral?

No. God, no.
Too hard.

Why?

Everyone adored her, right?

Yeah, I did.
She, uh, changed my life.

Y-You don't think
that was an accident?

Oh, my God.

I've been going back over
the details,

and something that's
just been niggling at me.

Can't shake it.

So she leaves her office
to go home at 5:30 p.m.

and drops by
the school rowing shed.

The place was deserted.

No one saw her go in.

Apparently, she climbed up on a
boat rack to grab a high poster.

"Access All Areas"?

Some student group
that got banned.

Privileged kids
wanting more privileges.

Ms. Beecroft's extra weight
on the boat rack

was enough to pull it
from the wall.

The boats came down
on top of her.

Tell me she didn't suffer.

She was there
about half an hour.

Oh, God.

The school board wanted it
all done very quietly.

Boxes got ticked.
Case closed.

But who would have a motive
to kill her?

Deputy head got her job.

And she was the one
that found the body.

Might be a coincidence,
might not.

But who better to find out
than a Pemberton old girl?

Who's the new headmistress?

She's an old girl, too,
actually.

Around your vintage.
Miranda Lee.

Oh, you know her?

Yeah, I do.

In fact,
we've had this conversation.

That is not regulation length.

I want you to speak
to you mother.

I don't want an argument
about it.

I want it adjusted by Monday.
Now, in you go, Angelina.

Come on, you girls!
Quick sticks!

Morning, Eileen, Sarah.

In you go.
Good morning.

Come on!
Quick sticks!

And don't give me any of the...
malarkey excuses

about the tram being late.

In you go.

Can I help you?

Yeah.
I reckon you probably can.

Alexa?
Is that you?

- Yeah, Miranda.
- Oh!

Oh, wow!

Oh, wow.

Thirty-five years?
It's...

Ah.
Well, I'm not counting.

You... You should have come
to some of the reunions.

Come on.
Did you really expect me to?

Didn't you want to join
the police?

- Yeah.
- Ah!

- Yeah.
- That was a bit ironic.

What did you do in the end?

I joined the police.

Excuse me.
Just a bit of a big day today.

Uh, Jean,
did you send for Gemma?

I've lost the grant files again.

Ah. Great.
Thanks.

So, as you can see, nothing much
has changed around here.

Except for, uh, the computers.

I see the Chairs of Death are
still where they always were.

I remember seeing you
sitting there.

Quite a lot.

Oh.
I don't remember seeing you.

Well... I was a good girl.

You just didn't get caught.

Mrs. Lee?

Oh.
Alexa, this is Gemma.

She helped us with our new
I.T. system last year.

I'm still a bit at sea.

Yeah. Well, the interface
isn't very intuitive.

Oh, my God.
Hate that.

Gemma is one of our star pupils.

Actually, she's a scholarship
girl, like you were.

Oh. Well, good for you.
You'll go far.

How far did you go?

I am, let's say,
a work in progress.

My office is this way.

How long you been teaching here?

Twenty years.

Hm.
Well, your desk now.

Yeah.

I wish I'd got it another way.

Alexa... what are you doing here?

I'm just helping out the police.

Tying up loose ends, you know,
about Ms. Beecroft.

You think it wasn't an accident.

Always question the obvious.

Did you learn that
in the police?

No.
Right here.

With Ms. Beecroft.

One, two, three. And hold.

Ms. Beecroft
always had a soft spot

for you scholarship girls.

It was smart kids
that she liked.

Didn't see you at the funeral.

Careful, girls, please.
Just careful with those.

So, is this door code
kept secret?

No. Uh, all the rowers have it.
Most of the teachers.

- How often is it used?
- Constantly.

I mean, people are in
and out all day.

Practice starts at 5:00 a.m.

The double and single sculls
sometimes go out at lunchtime,

and then the top eights practice
after school till about 4:30.

I was doing my 6:00 p.m. rounds
before going home,

and then I saw that
the shed door was left open.

And... this is where I found her.

I could barely breathe.

So, what the heck was she doing
in here, anyway?

Well, they found the remnants
of a poster, so I assume...

But how did she know
it was in here?

I don't know.

So, high poster.

Stepped up on rack.
Reaches up.

I mean... Oh.
Seems pretty damn solid.

What the heck went wrong
on the day?

Not sure.

Well, was there rot?
Did they replace the wall frame?

No.
They said that it was fine.

The maintenance men put it
to rights

as soon as the police
had finished with it.

Who ordered that?

- I did.
- Really?

Are you in the police or not?

Do they even know you're here?

You seem nervous.
Are you nervous?

No.

Tell me about these posters.

Who is the Access All Areas
group?

Girls?
Girls.

Uh, this is Alexa,
one of our old girls.

This is Blanche and Edith
and Juliana.

Hi, girls.

I was hoping I could ask you
a few questions...

Oh, for the love of God!

After everything
that's happened?

How dare you!

The civil rights movement
didn't stop

after they shot
Martin Luther King.

Are you comparing
your petty rebellion

to the civil rights movement?

Can I look at that?

You know,
this could be evidence.

Right.
I'll be in my office.

Thanks.

Are you a cop?

Just wanted to ask you
about this.

It's pretty basic.

Boarders just want to be
allowed out at night.

Oh.
Yeah.

In my day,
you, uh, had to fill in a form

and give three days' notice.

- Yeah. It's still the same.
- Yeah. It's bullshit.

School's stuck in the Stone Age.

Ms. Beecroft wouldn't allow it?

No, but Spike's the enforcer.

- Spike?
- Lee.

Mrs. Lee ripped down
all the posters.

Gave us all detention and
put us all in her black book.

Wait.
She has an actual black book?

It's a full-on shit file.

She threatened us with expulsion
if we don't stay in line.

Ah.
Voice of experience, huh?

She'd have a whole chapter
on me.

So, March 12th.

There was one of these posters
in the boat shed.

It wasn't us.

Were you rowing that afternoon?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Normal day.
Packed up by 4:30.

And what were you doing
between then and 5:30?

In the dorms.

- Together.
- Yep.

All three of you?

- Yep.
- Yeah.

Anyone see you?

No.

Right.

Oi.
Give us the poster back.

Thanks.

Hi, Georgeous.

- Hey.
- Hey.

We're not putting up
shelves in your bathroom?

Not even close.

How good is it, you going back
to your own school?

I mean, apart from the murder.

Alleged.

It smells the same.
That's all I'm saying.

Okay. An eight-mil pilot hole
right here, please.

All right.

Oi! It's after 5:00.

Tradesmen aren't allowed
to use power tools

on the property after 5:00.

Oh. Yeah. Well, it's lucky
we're not tradesmen, then, eh?

Well, legally you're in locum
as tradespersons, so...

Legally, is a cordless drill
even a power tool?

It's a tool that uses power.

Not much.

Is a curling wand a power tool?

It's about the noise, Alexa.
You know it's about the noise.

Oh, I thought it was about being
a tool.

Ha!

Let's not fight a test case

over your little renovations,
shall we?

But... you know.

Righto.
Thanks, Dawn.

Can I drill some more holes,
please?

Sadly, we don't need them.

But have you got a ratchet
to drive this in?

Oh, it's so rusty.

Yeah. One-fifty mils.
Same as the boat shed.

That's it.

All right.

Ready?

All right. That's good.
That's good.

I want you to put your back
into this.

We're gonna try to rip
this sucker out, all right?

- Okay. On three?
- You push.

Three!

Harder!

All right.

There is no way that four
of those failed at once,

rusty or not.

Not an accident, then?

Definitely not
a bloody accident.

Phew!
It's chilly today.

- Oh, hello.
- Okay.

I have got here sourdough,
obviously, multigrain,

and I threw in a rye,
'cause I'm experimenting.

You're in luck.
I'm experimenting with coffee.

Turmeric latte?

No, thanks.
I want to, but I can't.

Hey.

Hey! Uh, you're Alexa?

- Yeah.
- I love your ciabatta.

I'm Hannah.

Hi, Hannah.
You working here?

Just helping out.

Cool.
Nice meeting you.

Same.

So... girlfriend?

Uh... yeah.

But not the one I saw you with
yesterday?

That was, uh, Sophia.

She's, uh,
she's not my girlfriend.

Well, if you're honest,
nobody gets hurt, right?

Okay. Have a good one.
Bye, Hannah.

Bye!

I dug up what I could
on Ms. Beecroft's funeral.

Uh, photos I found online.

There were a lot of tears.
Not just the students.

Yeah.
I bet there were.

You really liked her?

Yeah, I did.

Why didn't you go?

'Cause I hate the funerals
of people I love.

Who are you thinking killed her?
Your old school friend?

Oh, there was a time when I, uh,

would've liked
to have been her friend.

But... funny.

Miranda always thought
she owned the school.

Now she kind of does.

Oh, are these the rowing eights?

Uh, yes.
The gods who walk among us.

They're angry 'cause they can't
skip out of school

and hook up with boys.

Well, fair enough.
A girl's got to live.

Oh, I e-mailed you the link
to the eulogy.

Someone recorded it
and posted it online.

Oh, who gave it?
Anyone I know?

A student.
Gemma something.

Hm.

Ms. Beecroft knew us,
every one of us...

...by name
before the end of term one.

And more than our names,

she understood
what kind of people we are.

Somehow she knew
when we were lost,

drowning a bit at school,
and she held out her hand.

Ms. Beecroft gave her time

to me and others
who needed that hand.

She showed me I had a place
at the school and in the world.

And she helped us recognize
ourselves

and what we could become.

Hurry up. I want you
in the water in five minutes.

If you drop it, you pay for it.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.
Hi.

I was just listening to your
eulogy for Ms. Beecroft.

- It's really beautiful.
- Thanks.

We've only got
90 minutes on the water.

- Hardest thing I've ever done.
- Yeah, I bet.

Hopeless.
Absolutely hopeless.

You know, when I was here, she
used to call me into staff room

all the time for coffee
and a nice little chat.

Did she put brandy in it then?

Yes, always.

She was still doing that, huh?

- Yeah.
- God.

Come on! Boats in the water!

Yeah.

You said that she
really understood people

and that she could
look inside them.

It was her superpower.

Bridget, hurry up!

Did she get you?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Much better than I did
at 15 years old.

That's for sure.

But, of course, not everybody
likes feeling that exposed.

Did she ever put people's noses
out of joint?

Ms. Beecroft and Lee
used to fight.

Hard core.

- Yeah.
- Mrs. Lee can screech.

What did they fight about?

All sorts of stuff.

Ms. Beecroft ignoring Mrs. Lee,
mostly.

- Well...
- Yeah.

So, when was the last time
you'd remember?

The day Ms. Beecroft died.

But she didn't mention that
to the police.

Spike's a vindictive bitch.

Hurry up!

Hey, Spike.

You fought with Beecroft
the day she died.

Who told you that?

Is it true?

I may have raised my voice
a bit.

I mean,
she could be very stubborn.

What did you fight about?

Well, our history teacher
was off sick,

and Ms. Beecroft insisted on
taking all the classes herself.

It was typical.

Are these paper records?

She hated computers.

It's all there.

Every student she ever taught.

Oh, my God.

Her "life's work."

Do you mind?

Are... Are you kicking me out
of my own office?

Yep.
Hop it.

Come on.

All right. Well, I was going
to get a coffee, anyway.

You've got five minutes.

"Alexa Crowe is clever,

but she needs to be honest
with herself."

"I watched Alexa light up
a maths class today.

She can be sharp.

But it doesn't happen enough.

I'm concerned
that this scholarship

will be wasted on her."

"I'm not losing this one.

The police believed my story.

It's time for a serious talk
with Miss Crowe.

She needs to make a choice."

"Gemma Shaw is
the smartest child I've met.

Scholarship girls have trouble,
but Gemma is a chess champion.

So proud of her."

"We've given Juliana Lloyd
more than enough rope

to hang herself.

Miranda is much more afraid
of her parents' influence

than she needs to be.

We can get by
without their money."

Katie, you've got to match
Harriet's recovery.

Watch her shoulders.
Watch!

Have you got a sec?

Yeah. If I stop yelling, they'll
just row around in circles.

I've seen your school records.
You've got a lot of black marks.

So what?

So I was just wondering
how you survived.

Seems like they're on the point
of expelling you at any moment.

Come on. Keep it flat!
Give me a power 10!

Yeah.
Well, that's Spike's game.

Hold expulsion over our heads
and make a deal.

Behave.
Coach the juniors.

Does anyone ever get expelled?

Yeah. A couple each year.
Spike's a psycho.

But it was Ms. Beecroft
who wanted you gone.

Yeah.
My family paid for these boats.

We don't get expelled.

Beecroft didn't get it,
but Lee knows it deep down.

And Beecroft's not around
anymore.

Mm.
Sad face.

Hey!

Hi.

What did you think of Juliana?

Oh, she's like a lot of girls
I used to know.

She got me into
her quad sculls team in year 10,

then unfriended me.

Five minutes of friendship.
I get it.

Oh, I was her pet.

Well, you have done very well.

You know,
a lot of girls can go nuts

when they find themselves
on the outer.

They can flame out.

Is that what happened to you?

Well, I find that success
is the best revenge.

So tell me
how the expulsions work.

Mrs. Lee handed out
the discipline?

Well, Ms. B loaded the gun.
Spike pulled the trigger.

Did they ever argue about that?

I don't know.
Expulsions are pretty rare.

- Oh.
- See ya.

See ya.

Sweetheart, detention's
been canceled.

You're off the hook.

Just leave the files
on my desk, Jean.

Jean?
Never mind.

You know, you have really got
my mind whirling.

I mean, there are just so many
"if onlys," you know?

If only she hadn't gone
to the shed.

If only she hadn't taken
the history class.

What's history got to do
with it?

Well, she stayed back
to mark test papers for year 11.

Otherwise she would have
gone home earlier.

Whereas you like to stay late.

Mm. I can get more things done
when it's quiet.

Things like your black book?

It's more of a memory aid.

You use it to blackmail
difficult students

into submission.

Who told you that?

Juliana Lloyd.

I need to see that black book.

I've never sat
in one of these chairs.

Yes.

These chairs are mighty hard
on the old arse

after the first hour.

Let me tell you.

Ooh! Alphabetical.
You have been a busy little bee.

Check out Genevieve Tan's
condom collection.

It's quite the highlight.

It's under "T."

Wait a minute.
You had a marijuana garden?

Oh, yeah.
It was on the roof.

- Which dorm?
- Henty.

Oh, I used to smoke up there.

Yeah.

Got any photos
of that operation?

No.
I deleted them.

I thought you were concentrating
on Miranda Lee.

Okay. Fear of expulsion
could be a motive.

All of the girls who made
that poster were on warning.

Miranda keeps a shit file.
How classy.

This Gemma Shaw?

Yeah. Dux of the college
and hydroponic dope farmer.

I'm impressed.

Yeah.
She's talented.

She grew it in the roof

and used the cash
to keep up with her rich mates.

How did you keep up
with your rich mates?

- Hmm.
- I did what I had to do.

And no police record
to show for it.

It's like magic.

No.
I had a guardian angel.

Did Ms. Beecroft keep Gemma
from getting expelled, too?

No, I don't think so.
That was Miranda's system.

She kept the girls in line by
threatening them with expulsion.

And the school doesn't have
the embarrassment

of drug-squad raids.

Nope.
It's smart, and it's cunning.

But why kill
the adorable old Ms. B

when it wasn't even her system?

Talk soon.

Thanks for this.

Thank you!

Will this take long?

Relax.
School's done for the day.

It's never done for the day.

I have to get back by 6:00
to do my rounds.

So you do your rounds every day
at this time?

Every evening before I go home.

Look. What are you...
What's this about?

You know, the girls use that
rowing shed until about 4:30.

I've seen them climbing
all over the racks.

So?

It means the rack
must have been tampered with

after the girls left at 4:30
but before Beecroft showed up.

Tampered with?
What...

What time did you say
Beecroft normally went home?

Four-thirty, like clockwork.

Hm. But on this day, she stayed
late to do the marking.

- Yeah.
- Who else knew she was there?

I'm not sure.

Well, you did.

I had nothing to do
with what happened to her.

- You can't possibly...
- Miranda...

- I didn't...
- I do believe you. I do.

Look.

Ms. Beecroft wasn't supposed to
tear down that poster.

Someone was expecting you
doing your rounds.

Beecroft wasn't supposed to die.

You were.

Ungrateful little shits.

I've given my life
to that school.

Hey, it's not all of them.
It's just one sad kid.

Maybe a couple.

Who?

Well, I made a list
of all the kids

who were in trouble
by last March.

Juliana and her friends,
Jasmine Liu, the Trenton twins,

uh, Kirsten Oldfield,
and Gemma Shaw.

You really should have called
the police on that one, mate.

I couldn't.

It'd have broken
Ms. Beecroft's heart.

It was a lot of dope.

I gave Gemma a good fright.

You know, I made her stay while
I photographed the lot of it.

Then we made an arrangement,
and I deleted the photos.

She's been good as gold
ever since.

I miss her.

Yeah. I'm really sorry
that I didn't go to her funeral.

There's something
I want to show you.

How long have you been
carrying this around?

Just since you turned up.

I had it copied from Video8.

Hello and welcome to our show.
My name is Alexa Crowe.

Oh, is this that tape?

Mm-hmm.

Look at us.
We were babies!

- With booze.
- Mm.

- You know what else I've got?
- What?

I've got Beecroft's keys.

Oh, I was such a little shit.

You're an even bigger shit now.

♪ Ahh ♪

Oh, don't do it.
Don't do it... Oh.

Oh.

But you did it.

Yes!

♪ Thinkin' about you
and thinkin' about me ♪

♪ Thinkin' about you
and countin' the beat ♪

- ♪ La-da-dee-da, la-da-dee-da ♪
- ♪ La-da-dee-da, la-da-dee-da ♪

♪ Thinkin' about you ♪

♪ And thinkin' about me ♪

♪ Unh, unh... ♪

♪ There ain't no place
I'd rather be ♪

Thank you for watching our show.

That was good music.

Yeah, it was.

I'll be the driver.
You be the looker-outer, okay?

We really shouldn't be
doing this.

- That's nice shaker-cam.
- Thank you.

Oh, my God!

Is that it?

Well, I had to make sure
that you weren't dead.

Oh, here we go.

- What have you done?
- What have I done?

You didn't even help me,
Miranda!

Oh, that is so messed up.

Yes, you were.

For the record,
this has nothing to do with me.

Well, you were filming it.

This was all Alexa.

You know, you are like one
of those documentary makers

who films the lemmings going off
the cliff and doesn't stop them.

I don't think lemmings
actually do that.

And B, number two, you were
the one who crashed the car.

I was sure that I was gonna
get blamed.

Is that why you gave this video
to Ms. Beecroft?

How did you not get expelled?

Ms. Beecroft told the police
that she was driving.

She was just so good.

She, like, took me in her arms,
gave me a big hug,

and told me to start
being honest with myself

or I was gonna end up in jail.

And honestly,
that was a turning point.

Bullshit.

You punched me in the face
after that.

Well, snitches get stitches.

You were a bully.

And you were a dobber.

- Ding.
- Ding.

You know...
Gemma's like you were.

Smart.
Strong.

Stubborn.

Great left hook.

No, but she does grow
really great dope.

And you destroyed it all.

Most of it.

Want to destroy some more?

There she is.

What the hell?

I had a very big night.
That's all you get.

Double shot for you, then.

To go, please.

Double espresso to go, please.

How's the double dipping going?

What are you, a... a life coach
and a bread maker now?

Come on, Georgie.
Truth hurts sometimes.

Just lay it on me.

Hannah's staking me
for the renovations, okay?

We're gonna expand upstairs.

Yeah.
Well, I'm not your mother.

But are you crazy?

Your girlfriend's gonna be
your business partner

at the same time
you want to doink someone else?

Double shot to go.

Thanks, babe.

Oh, thank God.

- Have a nice day.
- Thank you.

Alexa!
Hey!

- How you going?
- Oh, hi, Gemma.

- Oh. Hello.
- Oh, sorry.

Um, Alexa, this is my mum, Kate.

She's here for
the parents' morning tea.

Hello, Kate.

You must be very proud
of your daughter.

School dux.
But I always knew she'd do that.

- Mum.
- What did I always say...

ever since you were a kid?

I'm special.

- Oh.
- Gemma's going to do law.

Maybe go into politics.

We need another smart woman
in the Lodge.

No doubt.

Are you Gemma's teacher?
Is she needed?

No. I'm just an old girl
looking in on muck-up day.

So I'll leave you to it.

She's a credit to you.

Hey, Mads.
What up?

I've checked
your expulsion-brigade girls

against the school records.

It's all very discreet.
Nothing in writing to anyone.

Yeah. Nothing to dent
the school image, I bet.

Jasmine Liu was off sick
that day.

Three of the girls
had extra classes,

and Gemma Shaw was in extension
maths from 5:00 until 6:00.

Where was that?

Uh, Building C, Room 9.

Oh, I know it well.

Um, and there's another girl
from the list you can cross off.

Kirsten Oldfield.

She was expelled
at the start of the year.

- Also year 12?
- She was.

Gemma Shaw's roommate, too.

So if she had a deal with
Mrs. Lee, something went wrong.

That is interesting.

The truth comes at a price.

♪ Put me on your pedestal
and I'll only disappoint you ♪

♪ Tell me I'm exceptional ♪

♪ I promise to exploit you ♪

♪ Give me all your money ♪

♪ And I'll make some origami,
honey ♪

♪ I think you're a joke, but
I don't find you very funny ♪

Hey, have you seen Mrs. Lee
anywhere?

Oh!

A reminder
that our OHS guidelines

expressly forbid the use
of flour and water bombs today.

Thank you.

Miranda.

Are they behaving themselves?

No.

I hate this day.

Listen, Miranda.

One or more of those kids
out there tried to kill you.

We've got to get on top of this.

Look.

See this?

The remnants of the poster
that were taped to the boat

do not match the tears

on the poster
trapped with Ms. Beecroft.

They're close,
but they're not a match.

So?

It means there was more
than one poster in the boat shed

and that the murderer came back
to collect them

before you found
Ms. Beecroft's body.

But they missed one.

Ms. Beecroft would not
want this.

The school's reputation
is just gonna...

- A woman is dead, Miranda!
- Shh!

Schools don't get to
cover shit up anymore.

Ms. Beecroft dedicated her life
to this school...

- Nope.
- You do not walk in here...

Ms. Beecroft dedicated herself
to us, the girls, all right?

And if you had channeled her

instead of playing
these power games, then...

What?

None of this
would have happened?

Look.

The girls said you ripped down
all the posters.

So where did the ones
in the boat shed come from?

Filing cabinet.
Bottom drawer.

Ms. Beecroft didn't want them
all destroyed.

- Are you kidding me?
- She kept a stash of them.

They're not there.

Oh, no.
That can't be right.

There were at least
half a dozen.

Oh, no.
That's weird.

No, that's good.

Thanks, Miranda.

All right.
You want a piece of me? Huh?

Doughnut, doughnut, doughnut,
doughnut...

Aah!

It's a cliché.

It's not meant for you.
It's a teacher trap.

Well, good luck with that.

It's just like catching rats.
Got to have the right bait.

You're not wrong there.

Yeah.
Course I'm not.

Otherwise I wouldn't have
said it.

Aah!

Oh, my God.

You nearly game me
a heart attack.

Sorry.

Um, what are you doing?

I'm just trying to figure out
some stuff.

Cool.
Anything I can help you with?

Maybe.

On March 12th, did you see
anyone walking around

when you were on your way
to maths class?

Uh... I don't know.

It was a long time ago.

Huh.

Well, where were you
before class?

I was in my dorm.

During the maths class,

your teacher remembers that you
left for about 10 minutes.

Did you see anything suspicious
then?

No.
I just went to the toilet.

Thanks, Gemma.
That's a big help.

Well, I'm trying to make
some kind of headway.

Oh, Mads.

I am in the very room

where I first learned
about Fibonacci's numbers.

Oh, they're so cool.

I still count the pointy bits on
pine cones when I get a chance.

Ha. I just like knowing
that zero is a real number.

Hey, I've checked out
Gemma's hydroponic rig.

- How'd you do that?
- From Miranda's phone.

People sometimes don't know
their iPhone

is saving everything
to the cloud automatically.

Oh, I see. You retrieved them
from the cloud.

Yeah. "Retrieved"
is a great way to put it.

I am in Room C9,
looking out the window.

I'm sure this is important.

I've got a lovely view
of the path to the boat shed.

I can see the rat
take the cheese.

I'll send them through.

Okay.
I'll take a look at them.

Mads, can you run down
the hardware store for me?

I need you to get something.

Hello?

Reach for it, Gemma.

Lee said you wanted to see me.

Well, that's everything
you've always wanted.

What?

Just step up on the boat rack
and grab it.

You're not going to, are you?

You think I loosened the screws,
like you did?

I'm sorry.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You knew where the posters
were hidden

in Ms. Beecroft's office.

You'd been in there
enough times with her.

You laid out the bait.

All those
Access All Areas posters

leading to the boat shed.

You knew Mrs. Lee would be doing
her rounds at 6:00 p.m.,

and you knew she hated
that group.

So you took one and stuck it
to the top boat.

And then you used a wrench

to loosen the coach screws
that hold the rack to the wall.

It was the same wrench
that you used

for the dope garden
under the roof space.

I saw it in a picture
that Mrs. Lee took last year.

She said she wiped those photos.

Yeah, but... pfft...
I found them.

So you went back to your
maths class... and you waited.

You probably thought
Ms. Beecroft had gone home

at her normal time,

so what a shock when you saw her
taking the bait instead.

And you race
out of the maths class...

...and you try to get here...
but too late.

So what do you do...

when you see that nice old lady
on the ground?

Do you panic?
No.

'Cause you're nothing
if not resilient.

You go on with the plan,
and you collect up the posters

to make the plan not seem
so obvious.

But you missed one.

That's a fantasy.

You've got nothing.

I've got motive.

A conviction for growing dope
would mean no legal career,

no politics, no power.

And you couldn't trust Mrs. Lee
to stick with the bargain.

Not after she'd expelled
Kirsten.

No, 'cause Kirsten
was on the same deal as you.

We both know Lee's a liar.

Really?

You know, you really needed
to dispose of the, uh, wrench

more carefully.

Gemma, I've seen you
with your mother.

Disappointing her
is not an option, is it?

- Gemma.
- I'm s...

- Gemma, what have you done?
- I'm sorry.

- What have you done?
- No.

Come here. Come here.

Come here.

Come here. Come here.
Come... Come here.

Come here. Come on.
Come on. Come on.

Sorry.

- Hey.
- Hi. Sorry.

So young Gemma has confessed
to the whole thing.

She's a bit of a mess.

Yeah.
Gemma's a kid.

Borderline genius, maybe, but
still just a kid under pressure.

It's lucky you found
that wrench.

Or a picture of the wrench.

You know, Madison found
an exact replica.

Mm.

Are you gonna eat something?

- I could murder a gnocchi.
- Yeah.

You know, if that wrench
turns up in court, we...

All I know is I do things
my own way,

and I think Ms. Beecroft
would approve.

That's all I care about tonight.

- Hey, George. How's things?
- Hey.

You were right, and, uh,
I don't want to talk about it.

What was I right about?

No renovations.
Just honesty.

- Oh, the price of truth.
- Yeah.

But, uh...

...usually worth paying, right?

- Yeah.
- Two gnocchi, please.

Cheers.

I think Ms. Beecroft had
another win tonight.

♪ Your little secret ♪

♪ I will put in the vault
and throw away the key ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ I'll put in the vault
and throw away the key ♪