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Mate.

Listen, that aftershave
you're wearing?

Paco Rabanne?

A couple of drops
goes a really long way.

You know, unless you're trying
to impress somebody

a hundred K's downwind.

Yeah, well, okay, yeah,

but your sense of smell
still works, right?

- Yeah.
- He says...

Got it.
Thank you.

- Please.
- Thank you.

A few months back,
a student at a cooking school

was found dead
on the classroom floor.

Blunt force head trauma.

You said sightseeing.

Yeah, we can sightsee
and chew gum at the same time.

I hate chewing gum.
How long are we up here for?

Oh, half an hour, give or take.

You just wanted to be sure
I couldn't walk away.

But how good's the view?
Heh.

Coroner returned
an open finding.

I'm not so sure.

Dead guy is Ivan Zang.

Top student.

Kitchen staff found
his body at 8:00 a.m.

Time of death was estimated
between 4:00 and 5:00 a.m.

There was oil on the floor.

Coroner said he could have
slipped and brained himself.

What's a kid doing at school
at 4:00 a.m.?

This is a seriously competitive
cooking school.

The teacher drives them hard.

Every month she comes up with
some crazy-difficult recipe

to test the students.

Zang was staying back
that night

to have a crack at a dish
for the test the next day.

Some complicated salmon terrine,
caviar in aspic.

- Pickled vegetables.
- Ooh! Caviar in aspic. Lovely.

None of which use any oil
in the cooking.

Do you think they serve it
on planks of wood?

'Cause that would drive me
to blunt force trauma.

Okay, what about
persons of interest?

Another one of the students.

Yi Ling.

She was staying back
that night too.

She says she left at 9:00
and went home to bed.

Her family back her up.

Ahh.
What are family for?

And Ling's got a temper.

She was expelled
from high school

for assaulting a teacher.

Kieran, you are overselling.

Food wankers
at each other's throats?

- Irresistible.
- Yeah, you'd fit right in.

I mean,
you're a good cook.

I bake bread.
Maybe a stir fry.

What about those dinner parties
you guys used to throw?

I loved that homemade pasta
of yours.

I never made the pasta.

That was Gary.

You lost your phone.

It's not funny.

I paid out 600 bucks
for a new one,

and everything on it
looks different.

It's like learning
to ride a bike again.

Yeah, next time,
take me with you.

Well, that does sound like
tremendous fun.

In the meantime, can you just
get me into that cooking course?

What?
What's funny now?

You're gonna have to get a pair
of those checked pants.

Please model this uniform
for me.

Just enroll me, smart-ass.

Well, I can enroll you
as a transferring student.

I'll fake
your academic record.

But you'll have to pretend
to know everything.

Yep. I'll struggle through.
Thanks.

♪ I don't mind hasty ♪

♪ And if my time's wasted ♪

♪ I wouldn't touch you
in the freezing cold ♪

♪ What's on your mind lately? ♪

♪ I know your eyes say things ♪

♪ I hear you screaming
but your mouth is closed ♪

♪ All my attentions drained ♪

♪ Enthusiasms feigned ♪

♪ It's easy sailing
when the wind is up ♪

♪ I'm all blind and crazy ♪

♪ And in the wild I'm taking ♪

♪ Every chance I can
to get away ♪

♪ If I get that low... ♪

Couple of drops
goes a long way.

♪ If it's out of sight,
put it out of mind ♪

♪ If I get that low,
would you get me high? ♪

Proper preparation
prevents piss-poor performance.

I can smell onions!
You should not be frying!

Come on, focus, people!

Number one...
mise en place!

Precision cuts!
How do I want them?

- Perfect, Chef!
- Perfect, Chef!

Perfect, Chef!
What do you want?

I'm Alexa.
I'm the transfer.

You're late. Find a spot,
and do not hold me up.

Hi. Hi.

Ah, we're on lesson three.

Prepare poultry dishes.

Coq au vin
and stuffed roasted quail.

Ah, I'm Ranesh.

- Hi, Ranesh, I'm Alexa.
- I can hear chatting.

You don't have time to chat.
Move it.

- Hi, I'm Alexa.
- Here's your chicken.

Thanks.
Can I get some of the breast?

God! No!

Also, she's a dick.

Your potatoes should be on,
your concasse done!

Come on, people!

- Yes, Chef!
- Yes, Chef!

Yes, Chef!

Ohh, God!

We are not doing
a fucking stir fry!

What is half the battle,
people?

- Presentation, Chef!
- Presentation, Chef!

Presentation.

I quite like a nice stir fry.

What, something funny?

Yeah.
What you're doing.

Oh, shit!

Oh, Jesus wept!

You've got blood
on the eggplant!

Yeah, sorry.
Have you, uh, got a Band-Aid?

Oh. Do you want me
to kiss it better too?

You're supposed to be past
the Band-Aid stage.

- I thought I was.
- Well, clearly you're not.

I told you
not to slow me down.

Get your own Band-Aid
next time.

Ohhh!

So, what's this about
for you?

Like a midlife crisis,
or...

Yeah, something like that.

Let me guess...
Public servant going mad.

Surrounded by idiots.

Huh! Snap.

I'm Brenda.

Yeah, I know.
That's why I'm here.

I thought maybe I could, uh,
learn from you.

You want to
reinvent yourself?

Well, you identify a goal,

you plan a straight path
to that goal,

and you work like a dog
to get there.

Chef, how long
for the figs?

Five minutes.

Okay.

You show me some skills,
and I'll help you.

If not,
I want you out of here.

Sink or swim.

- I'm fine.
- I was worried sick.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I followed up on Yi Ling.

No CCTV at the school,
but I found a report

someone phoned in
to local police.

A man and a woman were seen
fighting in the car park

three weeks
before Ivan was killed.

Description fits
Ivan and Ling.

What was the fight about?

Oh, it's not recorded.
Police arrived after they left.

Hey, can I have a go?

Yes.

Careful.
Those knives are sharp.

Yeah, you've got the Band-Aids
to prove it.

So, was it humiliating?

Look, those kids
have been at it all year.

Some have them even worked
in restaurants already,

which is cheating,
if you ask me.

You asked to be dropped
in the middle of it.

Okay, what is this great big,
weird-looking turnip thing?

Ah, it's celery root.
It's good for soup.

Actually, Ling's family
run a bunch of restaurants

across Melbourne, so it's not
like she's desperate.

She's desperate about something.

What'd you dig up
on Ivan Zang?

Not much.
Sporty, lived with his mum.

I checked everybody's
alibis, too.

So Ivan died at 4:00 a.m.

They're all saying
they were in bed then.

But, fun fact,

Brenda Levine,
the teacher?

She was with Diego Mann
that night

from midnight until breakfast.

Wait, Diego Mann,
the footballer?

Well, ex-footballer.

He's the main backer

at her new restaurant
in St. Kilda.

Well, that's what I call
a close working relationship.

I've dated a footballer.
Never again.

People are never as interesting
as their dating profiles

or as good-looking
as their pictures.

In fact,
I'm over dating completely.

Bet you 50 bucks you'll be back
on the circuit in three days.

Oh, you're on.
Easy money.

I'm a free woman.

Done!
Brunoise.

My dad taught me.
He's a cook.

Oh, yeah, did he also teach you
to be a smart-ass?

No, I think I picked that up
more recently.

Why don't you go get me
Ivan Zang's mother's address?

All right.

If I'd made Ivan
come home that night.

If I'd let him study cooking
years ago.

You just can't blame yourself,
Mrs. Zang.

We had so many plans for him.

He won a scholarship
to study law,

but he only cared about cooking
and soccer.

I tried to keep his mind
on study.

One day he left, and we didn't
see him for two years.

Do you know where he went?

Queensland, mostly.

He worked in restaurant
kitchens, washing dishes.

He's still here, all around.

That's his team.

Pictures.
His things.

Reminders.

This was Ivan's.

He collected reviews.

Recipes he liked.

There.

So after a few years
in Queensland, he came home.

He tried to be a good son.

He went to uni,
but he was miserable.

We sold some things, found
the money for cooking school.

It was his dream.

I'm going to get
to the bottom of this.

I still don't understand.
They said it was an accident.

Well, the police just want
to be sure of what happened,

for... for you and for Ivan.

Tell me,
did you ever get the feeling

that there was any kind of
bad blood at the cooking school?

Ivan was topping the class.

He said
they were his friends.

But they were
all enemies too.

Lift your left elbow.
See? Your thumb comes back.

Ahh. That's half a liter
of blood saved.

Why do you suddenly need
mad kitchen skills?

There's someone
I want to impress.

Ahh.
Who is he?

It's a woman.

Really?
Okay.

So how long's
this been going on?

About 24 hours.
She's a chef.

Ha!

Didn't you have
a husband?

Yeah.
What?

Hey, I get it.
Life's an adventure, right?

Ah, look out.
Tuck your nails under.

Guide the knife
with your knuckles.

- That's it.
- Ohh!

Teach me
everything you know.

Yeah, sure.
In a day.

Got half an hour.

Hey.

I tracked down
Ivan's soccer team.

Their shorts aren't as tight
as the AFL guys.

That's very observant.

Now move your attention
to their faces

and ask some questions.

Ivan might have confided
in them.

You sent me here deliberately,
but I'm not dating any of them.

Even if they ask nicely.

No, these are good.

- You can do this.
- Yeah, would you serve 'em?

Sure.
One tip.

Chefs love their seasoning.

Use twice as much pepper
as you think you need,

and three times as much salt.

Works every time.

So, tell me about your chef.
Is she nice?

She's a demanding hard-ass
with a hair-trigger temper.

Yeah.
Yeah, that could work.

You won't get this
chicken casserole

outside of an RSL bistro,
but it's foundational work.

Perfect sauce
comes from perfect stock.

This is so weird.

Wasn't this Ivan's space?

And cook this perfectly,
and you might get a shot

at my tarragon cream mussels
this afternoon.

Oh, that would be nice.

Hey.

Weren't you and Ivan
good friends?

No, not really, no.

Oh, he was a really good cook,
someone said.

Listen, he got good grades,
but his food was shit.

Oh, is that why
you punched him?

- Someone said.
- Spoon!

Not bad.

Bit of flavor, moist chicken.

Seven.

Great sauce.

Perfectly seasoned.

This is an eight.

Showing me skills.

Thanks, Chef.

Our sauce will be perfect,
and our caponata will be perfect

because our macédoine will be...

- Perfect, Chef!
- Perfect, Chef!

And, remember, I told you...

The best cook here
gets the demi chef job

at my new restaurant.

Oh, that'd be cool.

That job is mine.

Ivan was great.
I miss him.

Miss him as a player, or...

As everything.
He was a really good mate.

Was there anything unusual about
him in the weeks before he died?

Oh, he was way distracted.
Missed heaps of training.

Missed a semifinal,
which we lost.

Well, did... Did he say
what was bugging him?

I hardly saw him.

That cooking school
ate his life.

It's awesome that a detective
finally showed up, though.

No stone unturned.
Heh.

Are you thinking
it wasn't an accident?

Well, we want to make sure.

If me and the boys can help,
we will.

Yeah, ask them
if they remember anything.

It might be small.
Doesn't matter.

Sure.

I should get back to it.

But, uh, maybe we can
get together later,

have another chat about it?

Ah, yeah.

Can I get your number?

Yeah.

Here we go, yep.

With only half the cream sauce
in the pasta,

it stays a little stiff,
sits up.

Do not give me flat pasta.

- Alexa.
- One sec.

Then we're gonna spoon on
the mussels.

Do not overcook your mussels.

Then we're going to add
some extra sauce.

And, please, let it bleed
over the plate.

Some color.

- Alexa.
- Wait a sec.

Don't forget your tarragon.

Your roasted garlic.
There's a problem.

Voilà.
Go play!

And the best five cooks
get a tour

of my new restaurant tonight,

give you a head start
for the demi chef job.

Oh, that looks like a one.

Do you need
a fire extinguisher?

Ah, no, Chef.
All good now.

My fault. I guess I'm just
not used to this oven.

I know you did that.
Sabotage is for deadshits.

Right, well, you get
a golden ticket for tonight

based on the strength
of your sauce.

Get rid of that.

Yes, Chef.
Thank you.

Mature-aged students
are always a pain in the ass.

Yeah?

Well, people who generalize
are always just dickheads.

You can't cook to save your
life, but you're in my face.

More special treatment.

More?

- Hey.
- Ah, housekeeping.

I've sent you some shots
the CSOs had.

Stuff from Ivan's locker.

Spare clothes,
cooking mags.

His kit they collected
from the kitchen.

There'll be a photo icon
on your home screen.

Uh-huh.
It's nothing very interesting.

Yeah, but those knives.

That's a Japanese brand.

I, uh, think I should
interview Simon again...

Ivan's friend
from his soccer team.

Oh, yeah?

I've arranged to meet him
one-on-one.

He was very keen.
To help.

That sounds
a lot like a date.

Oh, no, it's definitely not.
It's much more formal than that.

Madison, just don't go sleeping
with any witnesses or suspects.

What?
I mean, no.

- Night.
- As if.

If you have passion,
this is where it leads.

15 years of my life
is distilled right here.

It's awesome.

That must be terrifying,
Chef.

Terrifying and exciting.

Two faces of the one coin.

Now, you're the first students
to come here.

Come on, soak it up.

One of you could end up
working in there.

We have no plates,
no wine glasses.

Diego, not here.
Not here.

- We open in two days.
- Yeah, I know.

The supplier's number
is on the paperwork.

Tell them tomorrow, or I will
be making testicle pâté.

Right, I need some help.

Let's make perfect stock.

So I'm interested
in what you said

about Ivan being distracted
in the weeks before he died.

Um, did he ever mention a fight
with one of the other students?

No.
I don't think so.

But something
definitely changed.

Hi, guys. Specials are there
at the bottom.

Thanks.

- Hey, you're Alexa's friend.
- Oh, colleague.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Oh, um, I will if you...

Oh, no, I'm all right.
But, I mean, go for it.

Oh, no, just water.

Um, do you want something
to eat?

You look like
you're going out.

Oh, yeah, no, uh,
it's just a work thing.

No, I'm all right.

So two glasses of water?

Yep, that'd be great,
thanks.

Thanks.

Ah, so, those times
Ivan missed training...

It wasn't just training.
We used to hang out a bit.

In the weeks before he died,
he burned me two or three times.

Canceled by text.

- No explanation.
- Harsh.

I had a go at him,
but he shut me down.

So that was evenings?
Do you have exact dates for me?

Yeah,
I've still got the texts.

Two waters.

Ranesh, red onions.

Daniel, carrots.
Alexa...

Alexa, can you pull
three chickens

out of the freezer
to defrost?

Yes, Chef.

- Whoa!
- Sorry.

- Sorry.
- Idiot!

Sorry, it's my mother.

Oh, I heard that.

Yeah. Hey, get to the point.
I'm really busy now.

Okay, I've seen the texts

where he canceled
hanging out with Simon.

Three Friday nights.

"Sorry, dude.
Sad face, sad face."

Now, I want to access
Ivan's metadata,

see where he went,
assuming he had his phone.

Of course he had his phone.

- He was 27 years old.
- Unless he lost it.

While you're at it, I want you
to check Ling's phone

the night Ivan died.

Test her alibi.

If you took a call
during dinner service,

your chef would boot you
out the back door.

Wake up.

Yes, Chef.

Hello?

Yes, could I please
get a duck confit

with a side of fries?

If you ask nicely,
I'll do you a concassé.

Oh, yummy.
What's that?

Tomato sauce.

Hey-oh.

Bloody food wankers, huh?

I know. Here, have some
chrysanthemum tea.

Oh, I like that blue.

- Matches your shirt.
- Yeah.

Been to the storage unit?

Yeah, I needed to get out
Gary's knives for the course.

And his pasta machine.

I don't need it.

Course has already done
pasta making.

Madison got me out of bed
at 6:00

to organize
phone data warrants.

What have you got?

Well, Ling is a hothead
with a motive.

Ivan was getting
the better of her in class,

and I think they were
arguing over a job.

I think the murder weapon
was a frozen chicken.

You know, once it thaws,
the murder weapon disappears.

Abracadabra.

Murder most "fowl."

This is really bugging me.
Here.

These are Ivan's knives.
They're Japanese.

Shun brand.

They cost
thousands of dollars a set.

Chefs need good knives.

Yeah, but Ivan had no money.

His family had to sell furniture
to pay for the course.

So where did he get it?

- There you go.
- Oh, I didn't order that.

Neither did anyone else.

You said you were
gonna serve it.

I just did.
It's a garnish, not a meal.

You cut them, you eat them.
No wastage.

All right, all right.

How was the date?

It wasn't a date.
It was an interview.

Well, George said
it looked like a date.

- It was totally a date.
- We had a glass of water.

Wow,
you're a very big spender.

I went into
Ivan's class records.

He was getting average marks
the first term,

then suddenly shot up
to the top of the class

a few weeks before he died.

When he had the fight
with Ling?

Well, allegedly.

And also
three Friday nights in a row

he went to the same spot
in St. Kilda for an hour,

but Street View shows a vacant
appliance warehouse there.

Was it on the corner
of Fitzroy and Blue Streets?

- How did you know that?
- I was there last night.

It used to be
an appliance warehouse,

a couple of months ago,

and now it's about to be
Melbourne's hottest restaurant.

Oh, and I
double-checked Ling's alibi.

She was texting contacts
past midnight.

That's in the case file.

And a fishmonger
posted a photo of her

picking up seafood
with her dad at 4:10 a.m.

She couldn't be
in two places at once.

Okay, I'll get back
to you, Madison.

All right, I want to
get out of here by 3:00.

The restaurant is calling.

Oh, Alexa.

Are you ever on time
for anything?

No, Chef.
Sorry, Chef.

All right, workflow.

What shall
we start with first?

What takes forever
in the steam ovens?

- The galantine, Chef.
- Exactly.

Finish deboning those chooks,
people.

Hey, Ling...

If you want help,
ask Ranesh.

Ivan had a really great set
of Japanese knives, right?

Why do you know that?

Did he start the course
with them?

No, he had the cheap ones.

- Well, when did he get the Shun?
- I don't know!

Was it about the time
his marks went up?

His marks didn't go up
because he got the knives.

He still couldn't cut
a julienne for shit.

Thanks.

- Chef?
- Yeah?

Quick question.

I heard Ivan had
a really great set of knives.

- Ivan?
- Yeah, Shun brand.

Should I invest in those?

- Did he?
- Yeah.

Yeah, just like the ones that
you're holding in your portrait.

Um...

Wait.

Did you give him
those knives?

- You did?
- Yeah, well...

Don't tell the others, but yes.
It was a huge favor. Huge.

You're a big marshmallow,
aren't you? Yes, you are.

I like to do things for people
I get on with, like you.

And I want my best students
to do better.

And Ivan was very good.

It's such a loss.

What the fuck
are you doing?

Sorry, Chef, my knife slipped.

Oh, no, don't apologize to me.

Apologize
to the fucking chicken.

I mean,
the farce will be ruined

by the time
the chicken's cooked!

Here!

Hey!
Go work with Mica.

Yes, Chef.

- Ling!
- Yes.

Turn on the exhaust fans.
That is your job.

Yes, Chef.

Steam ovens are on,

and we are cooking faster
than the chickens!

Oh, wow, that's noisy.

It's another day
at the office.

Hey, listen, I want you
to arrange a meeting.

I want to talk to Simon.

Oh, if you insist.

Wait, what have you found?

Brenda was doing
a whole lot of favors

for Ivan
all of a sudden.

Higher marks, gave him
a bloody great set of knives.

Oh, you think they were
having an affair?

Hard to know, isn't it?

What'd I say about phones?

Hello?

It's possible Simon may be
under the impression

I'm a detective.

Weird how people sometimes
get the wrong idea.

- Simon, hi.
- Hey.

Ah, this is my colleague,
Alexa Crowe.

She has some questions.

- Cool.
- Thank you, Detective.

- Need to get your breath?
- No, no, I'm good.

So, ah, I believe that you were
a friend of Ivan?

Yeah, yeah, good mates.

Used to hang out a bit.

He was the, ah... He was the one
who introduced me to my fiancée.

Oh.
Nice.

So did he ever talk about
his relationship

with the woman who takes
his class, Brenda Levine?

Relationship?

Y-You're not saying
they were on together?

Well, no, but there were
a number of secret meetings.

Do you know anything
about that?

I know he wanted
to work for her.

But he said her recipes
were troppo.

Troppo?

Not mad, or crazy?

No, troppo.

Thanks, Simon.
That's it.

Okay, thanks.
See ya.

Wow, dangerous business getting
involved with engaged men.

I did not go on a date
with him!

Okay.
You still owe me 50 bucks.

Wait, you never thought
Brenda and Ivan were on?

No, Brenda's driven.

She wouldn't risk it all
by having sex with a student,

let alone in a place where her
rich boyfriend could walk in.

Hey, what does "troppo" mean?

I think I might know.

Please be careful.

- It's precious.
- Oh, I know it is.

I'll take
very good care of it.

- May I?
- Mm.

Thank you.

Mrs. Zang, do you really want to
know everything about your son?

We tend to idealize
our loved ones after death.

But the truth is usually
more complicated.

What are you saying?

I think your son
was a very complex young man.

It may have contributed
to his death.

Tarragon cream mussels.

This was the recipe that
Brenda Levine got from Ivan,

who in turn got it from
the Tropicana Buena Cena

in Townsville 10 years ago.

But Brenda claims
it's her recipe.

Yeah.

Coffee or cucumber
this morning?

Coffee, please.

Hey, George, what if you had

the best sourdough bruschetta
in Melbourne,

but the chef
you stole the recipe from

called you out on it?

Well, firstly,
it'd be my recipe,

and they'd be stealing it
from me, okay?

- Well, yeah.
- But, yeah, it's no big deal.

We steal each other's ideas
all the time.

Oh.

- How did your date end up?
- No, it wasn't a date.

You want
another glass of water?

I'll have a coffee too.

That's the way.
Live it up.

Asian julienne,
salmon and asparagus terrine.

This also is Brenda's recipe,

and that's what Ivan was making
the night he died.

Yeah, I reckon the aspic did it.

Oh.
Chef Elaine Summer.

Hello, troppo girl.

Hey, what you got?

Facial recognition
is running.

Oh, I don't know.

Different hair,
different hair color.

This photo
is really old and faded.

You might be right.

It's a match.

Brenda Levine
is Elaine Summer.

And she didn't steal the recipes
from Ivan's book.

They were hers the whole time.

Ivan recognized her

and realized he knew her
from Townsville 10 years before.

Wait, why does that matter?

And why would she change
her name, anyway?

Elaine Summer made a mistake.

She served
week-old béarnaise sauce.

One customer died
of food poisoning.

She must have been booted
out of the industry.

So she's making a comeback
as Chef Brenda.

I think Ivan
was blackmailing her.

- So she smashed his skull in.
- How?

She was in bed with Diego Mann
when he died.

These strawberries
aren't organic.

Ranesh, go and check

- the fruit purchase order now.
- I'll do it.

No, and get Diego
to do a strawberry run.

- Yes, Chef.
- You're not invited.

I've got enough hands.

Just came to soak up the buzz.

Did your plates come in?

Stop being such a tourist,
Alexa. I'm busy.

Hey, just one quick question.

Why didn't you tell police
that you worked with Ivan

10 years ago
at Tropicana Buena Cena?

What's the story, Elaine?

I don't talk about Townsville
because I'm ashamed of it.

Yes, I changed my name.
Of course I did.

And you would have done
the same thing.

Yeah, it does help you
get back in business.

But, ah...

...does your investor know?

Who are you?

Alexa Crowe.

I'm investigating the death
of Ivan Zang.

I spoke to the police.

You told them nothing.

Your whole life is a lie,
but since when?

It's not a lie.
I'm passionate about food.

I can't do anything else.

Ivan was passionate
about food too.

He felt the same way, and his
death was a terrible accident.

He was blackmailing you.

And I was with Diego
the night Ivan died.

Yeah, Diego.

The alibi
you prepared earlier.

Get out.

Be careful with that.
It's, uh, really sharp.

Oh, and, um,
you owe me a phone.

So you don't believe
Brenda's alibi?

Diego said that Brenda

arrived before midnight
and left at 7:00.

But he's her investor.

He's got a lot to lose
if she goes down.

- Have you got it yet?
- Give me a break.

I can't just click my fingers

and bring up
any old CCTV footage.

Well, just call me
when you get it.

I'm getting it!
I'm getting it!

You know, for someone
who's always late,

you're an incredibly
impatient person.

Okay.
Got it.

Here she comes.

11:58 p.m.

Okay, now scroll forward

and make sure she didn't leave
in the wee hours.

On it.

It's just people
coming home late.

Drunk people.

People who've been on
disappointing dates.

So how could she have
killed Ivan at 4:00 a.m.?

Unless she hired some muscle.

Brenda's a chef.

She has to be at the center
of everything.

Everything's the Brenda show.

And there she goes.

7:00 a.m. in the morning,
like she said.

What now?

Well, now...

- Wait a second.
- Now we what?

Oh, come on.

George?

- Georgeous?
- Yes?

I am making caviar in aspic
on a salmon terrine.

I need caviar
and, uh, gelatin.

What?
Do you think this is a deli?

- What the hell?
- Do me a favor?

- Are you ever gonna do me one?
- Yeah.

- Gelatin?
- Oh, jeez.

There you go.

Salmon?

You get your fish
from the fish shop.

♪ I feel like I'm on one ♪

♪ Banging on to someone ♪

♪ Before it comes undone ♪

♪ I'm gonna eat my cake ♪

My little friend...

♪ I'm gonna ♪

♪ I'm gonna tear up
the lexicon ♪

♪ With a hexagon
and my sexy thong on ♪

♪ No matter
where your head is gone ♪

♪ Or where you're from,
I'm-a take you on ♪

♪ It's not about you ♪

♪ I'm-a shake it
like I'm Esteban ♪

♪ On an autobahn
with the cordless on ♪

♪ And I'll see you
at the afterparty ♪

♪ In a pink Bugatti ♪

♪ It's not about you ♪

♪ All talk, hold court,
oh, Lord ♪

♪ I understood ♪

♪ No more brick wall ♪

♪ I'm gonna eat my cake ♪

Come here, my little friend.

Ooh-la-la!

None for you.

♪ It's not about you ♪

♪ Shut up,
it's not about me either ♪

♪ I am my sister's keeper ♪

♪ Chill ♪

♪ It's not about you ♪

♪ Shut up,
it's not about me either ♪

♪ It's us
verse the grim reaper ♪

♪ Chill, chill, chill ♪

♪ I said
I'll hit the mark on the head ♪

♪ I said I'll bring you back
from the dead ♪

♪ I did all that
while you were in bed ♪

♪ And still had time
to set the next trend ♪

Okay, well, that took forever,
but not all night.

What's wrong
with this picture?

♪ I feel like I'm on one ♪

♪ Banging on to someone ♪

♪ Before it comes undone ♪

♪ I'm gonna eat my cake ♪

♪ It's not about you ♪

♪ Shut up,
it's not about me either ♪

♪ It's not about you ♪

Madison.

I need details of the cooking
school's electricity usage

across the day and night
when Ivan died.

Thanks.

Man, you're as welcome as
a toenail on the crème brûlée.

You got the job, Ling.
Congratulations.

Three ceviche!

One mezze plate.
Two quail.

- Yes, Chef!
- Yes, Chef!

What did Ivan want, Brenda?

Get out.
Get out of my restaurant.

He came here one Friday night,
then the next, and the next.

The recipes you'd been inventing
seemed familiar to him.

And then he remembered.

Elaine from
his Townsville days.

Remembered how
he'd lost his job there.

He wanted to do well.

He needed to do well for his
family, so you helped him.

You gave him your best knives.

Risotto!
I need that risotto, please!

- Yes, Chef!
- Yes, Chef!

You gave him good marks

even though his food
wasn't very good.

He didn't have much flair,
did he?

That's horseshit.

Service!

But then Ivan asked
for too much.

You knew
that he was working back,

trying to perfect
one of your recipes.

So you waited till Ling left...

...then you surprised him.

You cracked his skull open
with a frozen chicken.

Then you left out
more chickens to defrost.

Normal procedure.

Smeared a little oil
on the ground.

Shit.

Now you needed
to cook the recipe,

to make it look as if
Ivan had been up all night.

You shut off the exhaust fans,
turned on the commercial ovens

and set the timer
to, what, six hours?

The room heated up,
and Ivan's body stayed warm

a lot longer than normal.

Estimated time of death,
4:00 a.m.

But the school's
electricity usage

spiked hard from 10:00 p.m.

Of course the room cooled down

by the time
that they found the body,

but you'd done enough
to fool the pathologist.

One more ceviche!

- Yes, Chef.
- Yes, Chef.

Get that beef off.
It's done.

It was the aspic, Brenda.

What do you know about aspic?

Well, I made it.
Your recipe.

Oh, it's terrific
at normal temperature,

but when things heat up,
it's just a puddle of liquid.

Still tastes great, though.

You know what he wanted?

He wanted to be my partner.

He wanted to
tie himself to me.

But he wasn't good enough.

He was never gonna be
good enough,

and I was never going to
be able to forget

the one stupid thing I did.

Could you not...?

Could you not have let me have
just one day?

You actually
taught me a lot.

♪ Turn the lights out ♪

♪ Oh oh ohh ♪

♪ Here the nights
are on repeat ♪

♪ Hoping to find you ♪

♪ In the biggest crowd ♪

♪ I'm hardly alone ♪

♪ Standing here
I click my heels ♪

♪ And wish to go home ♪

♪ If you look into my eyes ♪

♪ Windows are open ♪

♪ Shout it out
if you're near me ♪

♪ And call out my name ♪

♪ Because I'm waiting
for magic ♪

♪ To take me away ♪