All language subtitles for Mr . Mrs Murder.S01E05 - Lost Soul

I've left you three messages already.

Just call me back or
we're going with the understudy.

Stop smiling when you're dancing.
Seriously.

Alright! That's it. I'm done.
I'm done waiting. Lucy, you're up.

Let's take it from the top
of 'Twenty Seven'.

I want all the technical cues, Kurt.
Everything.

Places, everyone!

Let's move!

♪ Another night of 27

♪ Another night of girl alone... ♪

The coffin should be lowered.
Yes. Check the lid. Quickly.

♪ A different girl
would love my life... ♪

It's the curse.

Can we save the theatrics
for the actual production?

It's a bit of broken glass.
Let's move on.

Kurt, lower the coffin.

Alright, let's pick it up from
the entrance of the 27 club.

In five, six, seven and...

♪ Oh, Amy, to make you heard

♪ To every little piece of your heart

♪ You're losing
with the high coming down

♪ After kissing the sky... ♪

Beautiful.

♪ Never mind how much it pains us

♪ Here we are, go on, entertain us... ♪

♪ Born to light their fire

♪ You can't exactly just retire... ♪

So majestic. Yeah.

Hello. Hey.

Uh... you've got the wrong theatre.
Is it?

No, this is the Premiere.
But you want the Princess.

No, we want the Premiere.

This is 'Lost Soul'.

'Hot Jazz, Cold Fusion'
is at the Princess.

We're here to clean up a crime scene.

Oh, you're the cleaners?
God, I'm so sorry.

Because I thought you were...

'Cause there's show on at the moment.

Hello. Anyway, thank you.

Hi. Thanks.

Thanks for the referral, Peter.

Oh, you'll like this one, Nic, Charlie.

Like?

Oh, I thought would be
professionally interesting.

Leading lady of 'Lost Soul',
the Amy Winehouse musical,

murdered in the bowels of the theatre.

You always liked the theatre.

Who was she? 27-year-old Linda Di Biasi.

27.

Ironic, huh? It's not ironic, Peter.

I'm referring to the 27 club.

The age that Amy Winehouse died.
Kurt Cobain. Jim Morrison.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you don't mean
ironic. You mean coincidental.

Ironic would be if she was
burnt to death by 27 candles.

Follow me.

Alright, just leave this stuff here.

So this is hell. Mm.

In Elizabethan theatre,

the area under the stage
was always known as hell.

You've got half a degree
in backstage areas, have you?

PhD in backstage areas, Peter.
What happened?

Looks like there was a struggle

that ended with our victim copping
a fatal blow to the head

somewhere around here.

Then she was dragged back over here

and hidden behind these curtains
while the lift was up.

Then she was caught between
these folding supports

when the theatre tech lowered the lift.

Well, she couldn't have been dead
for very long before the...

There wouldn't be this much blood. No.

The time of death
we think was around 9:00am.

The lift came down about quarter past.

So what are you thinking?

I just an interesting chat
with Kristen, the hairdresser,

about Jim, the director.

Seems he was sleeping
with the understudy.

The hairdresser thinks

he was planning to replace the
leading lady with her permanently.

Apparently she told our victim
about her little theory,

so we're thinking she might have
confronted the director

and/or the understudy.

Have you got all that?

Hairdresser tells leading lady
about affair with understudy.

Got that. Thanks, Peter.

How long until we can
begin rehearsal again?

Now, I realise
this is a shocking situation

and the timing could not be worse,
but this is the theatre.

We open in a matter of days, not weeks.

Days.

And we are so far behind schedule,
it's not even funny.

We lost our stage manager
to influenza last week.

The choreographer has gout.

We've had freak motorscooter accidents,

lights falling from the gods and now...

this.

How long?

We appreciate your predicament, Jim.

But it's important we do this properly,

so the sooner we get these guys started,

the sooner they'll be out of your hair.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, no, no. That's fine.

I didn't see you.

Can I help you with something?

Um... just...

Is it family?

Linda's husband.

He's just arrived.

Oh, God. How terrible.

I can't imagine.

It must be very painful.

How are ya? Hello.

How's it... going?

Uh, it's going well.

It's going well. Thank you.

How are you going?

Oh, I don't want to hold you up.

I just need to know when
it'll be done so that I can...

fix the lift.

Well, it's an elaborate process.

This...

coffin's just
the tip of the iceberg, really.

Down here there's blood
and the splatter.

And also a lot of filigree work
inside the machinery.

So it could be quite a while yet.

Waiting.

I dunno.

Maybe four or five times.

Uh, yeah. Totally.

There was blood everywhere.

No, no. She was already dead.

I know.

Well, she was always on the blow.

I know.

I think so.

I mean, it freaked me out but...

Um, listen,
I should probably get back in there.

OK.

Yep. Bye.

Hey.

What, Lucy?

Did you want me to come and see you
about the wigs?

You know where I am.

Something's not right here, Charlie.

I was in the ladies
and the understudy came in.

Lucy.
Lucy came in. She was on the phone.

She was saying that Linda
was always on the blow.

On the blower? On the phone. OK.

No, on the blow.

Cocaine. Oh, OK. Right.

And then the hairdresser came in.
Kristen.

And then suddenly Lucy was all sad
and, "Ooh."

It's just not right. Mm.

She's all happy and giggly

and then when she knows someone's
watching she's all, "Ooh."

Then I was coming back from the van

and I saw the director,
Jim, on his own crying.

He didn't think anyone was watching.

Now, why would he be crying
like that if he killed Linda?

Just gut feeling.

He's not our man.

He's not a man? He's not our man.

Well, I'm our man.

And then I was in the backstage area...

Hi.

You must be Mr Di Biasi.

Tom.

I'm Nicola Buchanan
and this is my husband, Charlie.

We're very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Um...

the police said that Linda
was badly injured, but...

Why is there so much blood?

Uh...

Well, she was caught, um...

in the scissor lift
and the technician didn't realise.

Just wanted to come down
and see where, um...

Do you think that strange?

No. No, not all. No.

If there's anything that we can do.

Thank you.

Actually, sorry.

There is something.

Um...

I can't seem to find
my wife's wedding ring.

I searched the dressing room
and it's not at home

and the police said that
she wasn't wearing it.

And I thought maybe if you guys
come across it.

Of course.

We'll find it.

OK.

Um, it is very similar to that.

Right.

My card there.

OK.

It would mean a lot to me
to have it back.

I, uh...

I think Linda took it off because, um...

I think she was having an affair.

You were just very definite
about it, that's all.

I don't think you should
give people false hope.

I know. But what else can I say?

Well you could say, "Tom,
you seem like a very nice person,

"but the chances of finding
your wife's wedding ring

"are next to nothing."

What the hell is wrong with you?

What?

You don't think
we've had enough bad luck?

Spin.

Now swear.

What?

Swear.

Shit. Again.

Shit. Again.

Shit. Now spit.

Now clean it up and don't whistle again.

No wonder we're cursed.

Well, you've got to admire
their commitment.

Don't. No, I'm being complimentary.

No, you're not.
You're making fun of them.

It's not funny. Well, it's a bit funny.

I don't discount
the idea of superstitions.

What? You don't believe in ghosts,
do you?

I might.

Really?

Nic, let me tell you something.

For every so-called curse,

there is a perfectly logical
and rational explanation.

Now, as I leave through this door,

I'm attacked by a man
in a cape and a mask.

Oh, there he is.

Hey, mate.

Sorry about that mix-up before.

Oh, no, no.
It's perfectly understandable.

I didn't put the two together.
No, no, no.

I'm often mistaken for a chorus boy.

So, stage door manager. Yes.

You in charge of all the entrances
and exits in the theatre, yeah?

Yes. Yeah.

So, what, it's just this one here,
the front entrance,

those two there, that one over there?

Oh, a few loading doors and stuff,
but I keep them all locked.

OK. Yeah.

And this morning, what?
You were out at 9:00am?

9:00am, right out here. Wow.

You know, it's not
most exciting job, but, uh...

it pays off.

Yeah?

First thing this morning,

one of the guys in the ensemble has
come screaming around the corner...

hit something, gone flying.

Ooh.

Came off the scooter, busted ankle.

That's nasty. Nasty.

Thanks, Brian. Nice talking to you.

You too.

Um... meet me in the forbidden forest.

I'm talking to you, Nicola.

Charlie?

I am the ghost who loves you.

Where are you?

Here I am, Nicini.

How did you get in there?

It goes all the way up to street level.

There's an exit trap.

It's actually very similar
to the vomitoria

used by the Romans
in the fourth century.

So that goes all the way to the street?

Yeah.

So it didn't have to be
someone from the theatre.

Anyone could have slipped in and out
and killed Linda.

And if she was having a secret affair...

Well, if she was, then someone went to an
awful lot of trouble to keep it a secret.

Did you touch this?

I didn't even see it. Where was it?

In the tunnel. Right next to the
vent that leads into the theatre.

You sure you didn't touch it? No.

Actually, I put my hands all over it.

This is my first time
at a crime scene and everything.

I'm an idiot. You've gotta forgive me.

We're going to need access to
the tunnel and the understage area.

You guys can come back tomorrow
to finish up.

Charlie. Mm-hm.

What were you doing in the manhole?

Well, I was talking to Brian

and I noticed the manhole cover
wasn't quite flush with the road,

so I thought, "I'll look into that.

"Crack this case wide open."

That's all.

Well, aren't you clever?

He really is.

What are you doing?

Well, we know the scooter accident
wasn't the result of any curse,

so let's rule out the falling light,
shall we?

You see, here is a pretty standard
screw-on clamp,

so it's common or
garden human error or...

as the French might put it,

"Ah, yes, sabotage,
I think it might be."

You know?

Hello.

What are you doing?

Oh, um... uh... Nothing, I...

Charlie's a design buff.

Yeah, yeah. Unusual interest in...

These fasteners. Look at that.

Yeah, well...

we don't want anyone
touching that stuff.

It's expensive.
Sure, sure, sure. Absolutely.

Understandable. OK.

Thanks.

Do I invoice extra costs because
you have to go back tomorrow?

No, we're just going to have to wear it.

Oh, that's not fair.

Must be awful,
if you had to leave the scene.

Oh, we also have to clean out
the wet vac after dinner.

Why?

Because your auntie very kindly

promised the husband of the woman
we've been cleaning up

that we'd find a missing wedding ring.

Why?

Well, that's another
very, very excellent question.

Well, he was so upset.

He just lost his wife and she'd been
having an affair and he asked.

Who was she having an affair with?

Well, it could have been anybody.

The theatre is a hotbed of hotbeds.

It must have been someone who knew
the ins and outs of the theatre,

you know, most likely someone
involved in the production.

Although, a very clever fellow
happened to find an exit tunnel,

so it really could have been anybody.

Good for you.

Money's on the director,
but I don't know.

He seemed genuinely upset to me
when I saw him.

Then again, this is the theatre.

The theatre, sir!

He could have been acting,
is what I mean.

It might have been that
handsome doorman, Brian.

Gee, he's handsome. Is he?

Yeah, he's so handsome.
Is he? I can't tell.

Or it could have been the leading man.

Um, you might know him, actually.

He's from one of those
reality talent things.

David Foote.

Oh, yeah. He's alright.

So, what have we got here, then?

Spaghetti bolognese.

Ah! Good.

You know, I must say I really enjoy
being back in the theatre.

What do you mean, "back in the theatre"?

Oh, in high school
I was always treading the boards.

Seriously? Mmm.

Yeah, I was really considered
quite the triple threat.

You know, I don't talk about it
much but, you know,

I've got quite a set of lungs.

Mmm.

Ooh, am I getting, um,
am I getting nutmeg?

No. No?

Mmm, very nice, either way.

Charlie? Mm-hm.

What was that look over dinner
when I mentioned that I sing?

There was no look. No, no.

Just my regular face.

Well, you... you like my singing, right?

Ooh, I think we got something there.

Just here? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I feel something. Mm-hm.

Yes.

Aw.

Would you want my ring back?

Not if you were having an affair, no.

Well, maybe
she was trying to end the affair

and that's why the lover killed her.

Yeah, but why use the tunnel?

Obviously he didn't want to be seen,

but what was he trying to frame
somebody in the theatre?

Hello. Hi.

Hi.

We found it.

Would you like to come in?

Oh, no. Thank you. Absolutely.

Yeah, yeah, sure.
That would be great. Thank you.

I don't know what to say.

I'm...

I can't thank you enough.

There's really no need.

No, no, no. And you just have.

You're not in the business yourself?

No, no.

Closest I ever got was being
an usher at the Princess Theatre

in my uni days.

I decided to tell the police
about the affair.

That must have been so hard for you
when you found out.

Well, I'd been in denial for a while,

but I've known for a long time.

I found a packet of condoms
in her purse.

We didn't use them, so...

Did you know the man involved?

No. No?

No. I didn't want to know.

I always figured that she'd make
her way back to me someday.

Of course I didn't think that, um...

She never had a bad word to say
about anybody, Linda.

Except maybe the director.

She didn't seem to like him very much.

Didn't think he was very talented.

No-one did, apparently.

Except the understudy.

Linda was convinced
they were sleeping together.

She said that the show was cursed.

I think she might have been right.

Can we leave?

We should probably...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Absolutely. Yeah.

I really can't thank you enough.

They're going to do a tribute
at the theatre, actually.

This Friday. Aw.

Yeah, it'll be nice.

You're both more than welcome
to come if you want to.

Well, thank you, but Friday's...

We'd love to, wouldn't we? Would we?

We could do. Yeah, we could go.

Great. Yeah.

Oh, thank you.

Aw.

You know, you're a fine person.

I wouldn't have ever even bothered
looking for that ring.

Oh, you found it, Charlie.

Well, I'm glad you forced me
into helping you.

I'm glad to be out of that house too.

It smelled like the inside of
an old lady's purse.

So have you been here all night?

More or less.

Any luck?

We got a partial print off the torch.

Nothing else in the tunnel,
but we got the tox report back.

She was coked to the eyeballs.

Also had a word with the husband
last night.

Apparently the wife
was having an affair.

Poor bastard was gutted.

You don't look surprised.

Oh, he mentioned it yesterday

when he asked us to look
for Linda's ring.

Hard to imagine how she could have
cheated on him, isn't it?

I don't think anyone can ever
really trust anybody else.

Stuff happens.

It's human nature.

Hearts get broken.

You should probably blink more

because you can get dry eye
if you stare like that.

I can't believe they didn't
find anything else in that tunnel.

What's the most likely scenario?

Try me.

OK, if Jim and Linda hated each
other so much, why was he so upset?

Unless it was a love/hate thing.
He was actually in love with her.

Wasn't Jim sleeping with Lucy?

Maybe it was love triangle
with Jim and Linda and Lucy.

So Lucy did it?

Was she consumed by jealousy?

Professional and personal jealousy, yes.

Well, she gets rid of Linda,
she gets the guy and the lead role.

Well, it's 'All About Eve', isn't it?

Anne Baxter, Bette Davis.
'All About Eve'. 1950.

No, I haven't seen it.

Fasten your
seatbelts, it's going to be...

I can't do Bette Davis.

I can do Christopher Walken.

Fasten your seatbelts,

it's going to be a bumpy ride.

I still haven't seen it.

OK, you need to stay still
so I can actually secure it.

I know it's uncomfortable,

but you'll just have to put up with it.

Hold still!

Excuse me.

She's tough.

Well, it's the theatre, Charlie.
You know, it's tough.

Give up right now.

Somebody? Help!

Somebody?

Help!

You never told me you were funny.

Help!

I... Can you breathe?

Pen. What?

Pen. EpiPen. Alright.

It'll be in her bag. Get it out.

Is this yours? Is this your bag?

What does an EpiPen look like?
It's like a tall, thick lipstick.

Got it, got it, got it.
Good, good, good.

OK.

Don't worry.

I did a St John's course almost...
to the end.

And you're OK.

No, I'm not.

You know I'm allergic to latex.

You did this deliberately.
You're trying to kill me.

That's not true.

You should just concentrate
on breathing.

Just in through the nose.

Out through the mouth.
You never liked me.

I tried to reach out to you.

Oh, for God's sake.

How was I supposed to know
you had an allergy?

I've been doing this for years.

I've never come across a latex allergy.

Actually,
it's more common than you think.

It's very, very common in hospitals.

I'm telling Jim about this.
And the police.

Psycho.

Kristen must have known about
Lucy's allergy.

If Lucy was carrying an EpiPen,

she must have mentioned it
to someone at the theatre, surely.

Could you please pass the pappadums?

Maybe that someone didn't pass
the information on to Kristen.

Or maybe someone else
was trying to get to Jim

by wiping out his leading ladies.

Some failed actress or someone
he rejected for the part.

Did you know there was
no moisture in the tunnel?

I went all the way from street
level to the theatre entrance

and there was no moisture anywhere.

So how did the mud
get on the bottom of the torch?

Could you please pass the pappadums?

And why leave the torch behind?

If it was the killer's,
why didn't they go back for it?

There are tunnels like these
all over Melbourne.

Or under Melbourne, I suppose.

Fascinating story. Fascinating.

They were built after
the rebellion in the goldfields.

Charlie?

Do you think I can sing?

Of course you can sing.

You sing all the time.

No, I mean, do you think
I'm a good singer?

Let me tell you something, honey.

You...

you are many, many, many things.

You're a multifaceted glittering
diamond, as far as I'm concerned.

You're beautiful.
You... you can dance up a storm.

You're the love of my life and
you cook really interesting food,

but the fact of the matter is...

you're no Kathy Perry.

Honey?

What else have you lied to me about?

I haven't lied to you about
anything, I just...

I mean,
I just withheld certain facts to...

spare your feelings.

Yeah, lying by omission
is still lying, Charlie.

There must be tons of things that I do

that you don't like
that you've never mentioned.

No, nothing.

You're right.
There's no moisture in here at all.

No, there isn't.

What's that? What's that?

Turn off your torch.
Turn off your torch.

Charlie!

What?

Who was that? Was that the killer?

No. Was it?

No, no, no. Because think
it through. Think it through.

The killer doesn't come back to
the scene of the crime, you know.

That's... that's a nonsense.

And this door goes to the theatre.

This is the scene.
This is the scene of the crime.

This is the theatre.
It wasn't... it wasn't the killer.

It wasn't the killer.

Who was it?

It was the owner of the torch.

It was the owner of the torch
and the owner of the torch...

came...

from there.

Oh.

What were they doing here?

After you.

We're just like the Hardy Boys,
aren't we?

Yeah, or Nancy Drew.

Um... we can't both be Nancy Drew.

No, I'm Nancy Drew.

Yeah.

Oh, Charlie.
That's our missing moisture.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hello.

And good evening.

It's cocaine.

What about that summer I taught
myself to play the bagpipes?

Surely you hated that.

I mean, I hated it and it was my idea.

Whoever was down there

must have been clearing out
their cocaine stash.

They couldn't have done it earlier

because the place was
crawling with cops.

Sure.

So whether it was the lover
or the dealer or whoever it was,

they must have
been from the theatre, right?

I guess so.

They'll all be at the tribute tomorrow.

Probably.

I might talk to Jess and see
if I can talk her into coming along.

Would be good to have
an extra set of eyes and ears.

That's a good idea. Mmm.

Oh, and for the record, I thought
your bagpipes were charming.

As I told you.

At the time.

So why am I here?

Because you aunt asked you to

and it's a nice thing to do
and you should help.

Eyes and ears.

Hi, guys. Hello.

Thank you very much for coming.

Oh, thanks for inviting us.
It's a pleasure.

It's very nice of Jim
to have given us the space.

They've got their final rehearsal
in a couple of hours.

Yeah, it's beautiful. It's beautiful.

Actually, I think they're going to
get going, so if you excuse me...

Of course. Thanks.

That's Tom. The husband.

Ah, there's the director, Jim.

The leading man, David Foote.

He's better looking in person.

Go forth and eavesdrop.

Go on.

So Linda could have been sleeping
with any man in this room

and Tom doesn't seem to be jealous

or suspicious of any of them, does he?

He's probably being strong
for the family.

And I'm not getting lovers
from Jim and Lucy.

I mean,
she can't get further away from him.

Oh! Oops.

I'm so sorry.

It was my fault.

Oh, it's a difficult day, isn't it?

Aw.

Aw.

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.
Can I have your attention, please?

Um, just want to say a quick
thank you for all coming today.

It... would have meant a lot to Linda.

She would have loved seeing you all.

Jim has very kindly offered
to say some words, so, um...

I'll introduce him now.

Why should a dog, a horse,
a rat have life and thou...

no breath at all?

Oh, thou'lt come no more.

Never, never...

never, never...

never.

Words cannot express
how much Linda was loved.

And how much she will be missed.

Welcome to this humble celebration
of Linda's exceptional talent.

♪ I moved around a lot in life

♪ I never stayed for long... ♪

So, is Lucy sleeping with the director?

Who's Lucy?

Hmm.

Oh, no, no. She's known to the old guy.

Who's the old guy? The director.

He's not old.

No.

She's into him. Totally.

And I just heard her bitching
about how the old guy hated Linda.

So no-one's sleeping with the old guy?

OK. So that kills
the love triangle idea.

So who was she sleeping with?

What's Peter doing here?

Well, there's an open bar.
I'm just going to find out.

OK.

Hello there. Hi.

You look great.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

We were invited.

Oh, the partial print on the torch
matched the tech guy, Kurt.

He's got priors for possession.

You really do look great.

What did you get out of faceache?

Kurt's a match
for the partial on the torch.

Looks like he's the drug dealer.

No wonder he was sniffing all the time.

He was probably using as well.

I thought so. I thought so.

He was probably chalked up
when he was fitting the light.

Chalked up?

Yeah. Chalked up, baby.

Well done, Nancy. Give us a kiss.

♪ Bedded a woman, yeah... ♪

No better lyric...

Man, woman.

It's cliched, but you know...

Oh, my God. Charlie.

I know who Linda
was having the affair with.

Ah, ah. Come in.

I don't think it's appropriate
for me to come in.

Come on.

"I love you, L.D."

L.D.

Leonardo da Vinci.

Fair enough too. He's pretty hot.

Linda Di Biasi.

Wash your hands.

Charlie, we've been on the wrong track.

She wasn't having an affair with a man.

It was Kristen. The hairdresser.

What? Because of some graffiti?

Didn't you tell me

that 90% of women
are repeat cubicle users?

Yeah, I did
and I'm flattered you remembered...

When I was in here the other day,

Kristen came in and she used that stall.

She could have written it.

I don't think THAT evidence alone

is going to be strong enough
to convict her, do you?

OK. Something bothered me
when Kristen hugged me earlier.

What?

Remember when we went to Tom's
to return the ring

and there was that
strong smell of perfume in the air?

You said it reminded you of
the inside of an old lady's purse.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. It was awful. Yeah.

Kristen was wearing that same smell.

I saw Kristen
around Linda's dressing room

carrying a bottle of perfume.

She must have stolen the perfume
to conjure her lover's scent.

Possibly. Possibly.

I mean, it's...

it is so circumstantial
as to be borderline nothing,

but it's possible.

Although, if Kristen loved her that
much to want to smell like her,

why would she kill her?

Maybe Linda was refusing to leave
Tom and it all got too much.

Maybe they've...

What?

Just don't turn around.

OK. OK.

Kristen.

Are you OK? I'm fine.

I don't think that's true.

I think you're devastated
and I think I know why.

No, you don't.

I know that you were
having an affair with Linda.

I just... I don't know

how you managed to hold it together
in there.

Having to hide your grief.

I can't imagine how difficult
that must have been.

How did you know?

Tom knew that Linda
was having an affair.

He just didn't know who with.

How did you work out it was me?

Just lots of... little things.

Indicators.

Just added up.

Because you're obviously...

mourning somebody you love very deeply.

I did.

I loved her very much.

And she loved me.

Why didn't you tell the police?

I was respecting Linda's wishes.

She didn't think Tom knew.

Neither of us did.

She was going to leave him.

She was just waiting
for the right time to tell him.

Didn't want to hurt him.

She was a good person.

I know how difficult
this must be for you,

but you need to talk to the police.

You need to tell them everything.

You knew about Lucy's allergy,
didn't you?

I had no idea how bad it was.

I thought she'd end up with
a nasty rash.

So stupid.

I was angry.

There you are.

Oh, hey, Jim's been
looking for you everywhere.

Rehearsals? OK.

You better get in there.
He's pretty pissed off.

Yeah, OK.

Why did Tom tell us that
he found condoms in Linda's purse?

Why would she need condoms
if her lover was another woman?

There were no condoms.

Linda told Tom about
her relationship with Kristen.

So it wasn't a jealous lover.
It was a jealous husband.

And Tom was an usher

so he would have known about
the tunnels under the theatre.

So Linda tells Tom she's leaving him.

He follows her here.

No, but if it was premeditated,

if he had the forethought
to use the tunnel,

why would he leave her
in the scissor lift?

Well, he didn't know
it was a scissor lift.

It had a curtain around it.

Even so, surely he would have
planned to get rid of the body.

Unless he was trying to frame somebody.

No.

Maybe he was interrupted by Kurt on
his way to collect his chalk stash.

Yes.

So Tom killed Linda.

But we haven't got any proof.

Hey, I don't think we should have
left Jess at the theatre.

Oh, she's fine. She's talking to
that lovely David Foote guy.

Yeah, yeah. Well, you know, show folk.

Downstairs?

Do you want to try downstairs?
Yeah, yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you mud and tunnel dust,

starring Tom Di Biasi.

Proof.

♪ I'm doing good stuff

♪ I'm writing what I feel

♪ I'm doing good stuff

♪ My songs feel real... ♪

So what did Officer Thingy say?

Um, he'll be here shortly.

Something about improperly
obtained evidence.

I can't believe you left me here.
Huh? Sorry.

Have you seen Kristen
the hairdresser lady?

Yeah, she's backstage, I think.

What about her husband, Tom?

Back there somewhere too.

♪ She's doing good stuff

♪ I'm on a perfect high

♪ She's doing good stuff

♪ I got my guy

♪ It feels like forever

♪ It feels so damn fine

♪ The buzz I get from bagging you
is better than wine

♪ You're doing good stuff

♪ And it feels good too
♪ It feels good too

♪ And it's due to you

♪ You walked into the bar... ♪

Come on.

We're going to hell.

♪ Every time you walk back out

♪ It's kind of hectic

♪ You make me feel immortal

♪ You send me to the sky

♪ For you, there's nothing I won't do

♪ Nothing I won't try

♪ Let's go get high... ♪

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

I saw you here. With my wife.

Tom, she didn't love you anymore.

She wanted to be with me.

She didn't want to be with you.
Look at yourself.

Who'd want to be with you?

She was confused
because you screwed with her mind.

I loved her.

She wasn't yours to love.

Well, she chose me, Tom.

Well, she died married to me.

Please, get her off me.

Please.

God.

Ah! Oh, OK.

OK, Kristen. You don't want to do this.

Kristen.

Actually, I have never wanted to
do anything more in my life.

♪ Bad stuff

♪ Good stuff

♪ Bad stuff

♪ We'll use stuff till the day we die

♪ We're doing good stuff. ♪

♪ Can you be turning 27?

♪ Can you have used your quote up?

♪ They always say I act too bold

♪ You're just a girl, but I feel old

♪ I'm dying with what I'm going through

♪ You don't know
what I'm going through... ♪

Mm-hm.

OK. Well, as long as he bags it
and labels it, that'll be fine.

Thank you.

Exciting third act, guys. Well done.

Hey, Olivier, when you're finished
taking your curtain calls,

do you mind handing out
a few more of our business cards?

Oh, it's the least I can do.

It certainly is.

Hey. I've got to maintain
integrity of the evidence.

You know that, Nic. Absolutely.

And you found Tom's boots OK?
Uh, we did.

Yeah, they were exactly where
you said they were.

Please don't tell me
you broke into his house.

OK.

OK.

Was that lying by omission?

No.

No, that was me taking direction.
Big difference.

I see.

You know, if this was 'All About Eve',

Peter would be Eve and
you and I would be Bette Davis.

I still haven't seen it.

Yeah, we should see it, you know.
We should.

Charlie?

You just walked around.

Yeah, yeah.
Not because of any superstition.

It's just practical because
there could be somebody up there

painting or using a nail gun.

They're not.

No, they're not.

Walk under it, then.