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Tempted?

Sorry?
- To do the jump.

Not without my brown pants.

Go on, dare you.

I'm waiting for someone.

Oh, she's always
late. You've got time.

Alexa?

Go on. I heard you had guts.

- Who told you that?
- Kieran.

My old colleague from
Melbourne. Yours, too, I hear.

He tells me you're
the best investigator

he's ever worked with.

Well, you say that like
you don't believe him.

Well, the proof of the pudding
is in the eating, as they say.

What do you want, Harry?

Kieran said you might be able
to help me up with a case.

Sweet of him.

Well...?

Michael Suzman.

No criminal record,
didn't gamble, no debts.

Four weeks ago, he's out
on his early morning run

when, out of nowhere, a
woman appears with a handgun.

Shoots him four times.

Feels like a hit, right?

How do you know the
shooter was a woman?

There was a witness.

12-year-old kid.

ID'd

her.

Tamara Innes.

Single, widowed,

no kids.

What?

Like me.

- You're gonna say like me.
- Was I?

- Weren't you?
- No, I'd never be so forward.

I'll have you know I'm only
single most of the time.

Me too. Sometimes I am
and I'm not all at once.

So you want me to
find your shooter?

Already done that. She's
been charged and bailed.

- So...
- So something's not right.

Another victim. Never met him.

And as far as we can tell,

she's never fired again,
let alone owned one.

- You got the murder weapon?
- Not yet.

Wow. You must think the brief's
gonna fly if you charged.

I didn't want to.

I was overruled.

Do your higher-ups know
you're talking to me?

- No.
- Well, you'll be popular.

I don't care. There's
too many loose ends.

Tamara Innes received
two phone calls

on the morning of the murder,

the first one, 20 minutes
before the shooting,

and the second one immediately
before from different numbers,

and we haven't been able
to trace either of them.

Well, what did she
say about them?

Denise everything...
Phone calls, the shooting,

all of it.

I think... she was set up.

By whom?

You ever send an innocent
person to prison?

- I'd like to think not.
- Same here.

Be good to keep it that way.

I know someone who
can trace those calls.

Look at you.

Still baking bread. I love it.

Madison, what are you doing?

Your mate Harry
said you needed me.

How good is long-service leave?

He is not my mate.

And I asked you to trace
a couple of phone calls,

- not emigrate.
- Are you going to ask me in?

Did you trace the phone calls?

I'm working on it.

Come on. Do you
want my help or not?

Three days, no more.

Oh, yeah.

The band's getting
back together!

Hey, what a great place.

Have you been here since
you left without telling me?

Pretty much.

Why did you leave
without telling me?

I wanted to see my
brother before...

While I still could.

What does that mean?

Spare room's on the left.

Well, you won't regret
this, I promise.

Don't make promises
you can't keep.

Oh, don't tell me
you've got another cat.

Are these the clothes

the police found
in Tamara's house?

Well, they're the same.

Could've been planted.

Okay. Look. This is
her the next day.

First police interview.

No, it's absolutely not true.

I did not hurt anyone.
I did not kill anyone.

I had nothing to do with this.

Nothing.

She seem guilty to you?

You don't think so?

Oh, I've interviewed a
few murderers in my time.

Are you still
selling your bread?

Yep.

Cafe up the street, Reuben's.

Do you get a good price?

How long's it gonna take
you to trace those calls?

Give me
another few hours.

Looks like they were
created overseas somewhere.

Hi, mum.

Yeah, I'm fine.

No, Alexa's asked me
to stay at her place.

Yes, I have my own room.
Mom, I can't talk now.

- I'm working.

Okay. I will. Bye.

God, you'd think I'd gone
to Afghanistan or something.

- She's such a worry.

Alexa.

Great view.
Oh.

The deck wasn't here originally.

Michael built it
before the kids.

Wow.

Public servant and a
carpenter. He was clever.

He was good at
everything he did.

We were gonna sell this
place and build a new house,

but, um...

What happened to
Michael was awful.

I'm sorry.

Oh, the, um... The
funeral was lovely.

The children said
wonderful things.

Thank you.

Please.

Now, the woman
that was charged...

In the police report, you said
you'd never seen her before.

Never.

Well, she lives
right around here.

Is there a chance that
Michael could have met her,

had some sort of altercation...

He wasn't having
an affair with her.

That's not what I meant.

It's the first thing
everyone thinks.

Michael wasn't that
person. He was a good man.

The police found nothing because
there was nothing to find...

No secret phone calls,
no text messages,

no dangerous liaisons.

It's so
wrong people can just

trash his memory.

Have you thought about
why she or anyone

would have wanted to do this?

Of course, all the time.

And I have no idea.

Michael was loved by
everyone who knew him.

Did he run at the same
time every morning?

5:30 a.m. every day.

In his favorite runners,
favorite shorts,

purple football jersey,

and...

His lucky red socks.

In your statement to police,
you said that Michael had been

followed a couple of times.

Well, he thought
he had. He wasn't sure.

Did he see who it was?

No.

But we know who
it was, don't we?

The woman that shot
him in cold blood,

Tamara Innes.

And she's not even in jail.

Just how dare she
take him away from us?

Such a great city.

Have you been to the gelato
place at the fish markets?

- Tell me about the phone calls.
- Okay.

So, they were made
from VolP numbers,

set up from a computer
with an IP address

somewhere in Spain using
a virtual private network.

Both numbers now disconnected.

Okay. Break it down
for me into English.

Who owns the IP address?

So untraceable.

Excellent.

You come all this way
to be no use whatsoever.

Incorrect.

Now you know that
whoever made the calls

didn't want to be found.

That's useful.

Want some?

Alright. Where do
we go from here?

I'm going to visit
the alleged shooter.

- Cool.
- You can book a flight home

if you like.

What happened to three days?

Pretty sure I said three hours.

Days!

You said days.

- Hello.
Morning.

Let me know if
you need any help.

I will. Thank you.

Oh, these are very nice.

Thai silk. They're gorgeous.

- Morning.
- Hi. Fabulous shop.

Ah, I've got some
photos here of the weavers

from my last trip to Chiang Mai.

Let me show you.

You see? The the machines
are handmade, as well.

This technique is
hundreds of years old.

- It's amazing.
- Yeah.

Do you have anything
particular in mind?

Well, I want to make some silk
ties for my brother-in-law.

- It's his birthday.
- Oh, lovely.

Yeah, I used to love the
ones that my husband had.

There was a herringbone one

and the other one was
a geometric pattern,

- kind of like...
- Any colors?

Yes. The herringbone
on was green,

and the other one was
sort of pastel sky blue.

You know, I think I
have something out back.

W-Would this one work?

I mean, I know that my
husband would have loved that.

Did he pass away?

Yeah, a few years ago now.

I'm sorry.

I, um...

I lost my husband
just 10 months ago.

No.

I...

still miss him every day.

I bet.

The... The ties are
for his brother.

Mm-hmm. That's right.

What a lovely way to keep
him in your thoughts.

Uh, yeah. I'll take
2 meters, please.

This patterns is so pretty.

I'll be with you
in just a minute.

She talks to a total stranger

about how much she
misses her dead husband.

I know. It's like Dead
Husband Week here.

Sorry.

The point is, it's not what
you expect from a woman

who's killed her secret lover.

Depends how secret she
wants the lover to be.

Can you copy the contents of
any phone to your cloud account?

Yep.

- Mine?
- Sure.

Alexa, as if.

The two VolP phone numbers
are in her contacts.

With names?
No.

But she obviously
knew who they were

if she put them in there.

Did the case notes say anything

about Tamara's mental health?

Yeah, there was a reference
to depression. Why?

Her diary says she
was seeing a shrink.

Once a fortnight
for five months.

Last appointment
was a month ago.

- Oh.
- Oh, go on.

Say you're glad I came.

Hello.

I'm here to see Dr. McMaster.

Oh, do you have an appointment?

No, I called about
half an hour ago.

- Alexa Crowe.
- Ah, yes.

Just let me finish up this.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

- Oh, you're Dr. McMaster.
- I am, yeah. James, please.

- And you run your own reception.
- Uh, no, no.

My receptionist has
an exam tomorrow,

so I gave her the day off.

- That's good of you.
It is,

Considering I'm an
appalling typist.

- Would you like to come?
- Please.

So, you say you work
with the police.

What does that mean?

I'm a
consultant of sorts.

Oh, that sounds nebulous.

I can put you in touch
with the detective

if you want to
check my bona fides.

No, no, there's no
need. How can I help?

Can you tell me why Tamara
Innes was seeing you?

Uh, I need to be a bit careful.

I've been told that
I might be called

as a defense witness
for her trial and...

Patient confidentiality.
I... I understand.

I'm just trying
to get some sense

of how she could have done
what she's accused of and why.

Yeah. Yeah. It's a puzzle.

I agree.

Well, when you
were treating her,

did you ever think she
was capable of violence?

I really didn't, no.

She's a lovely woman who's
coped with an awful lot.

And if... if he did do
this horrible thing,

it means that I
missed something,

that I failed her.

That's... That's
quite confronting.

Was it just depression
that she had?

I'm so
sorry. I just...

I can't talk specifics,
but there was a lot

of emotional trauma
after her husband died.

Well, I do get that.

- You can relate?
- Yes, I can.

When people lose the
love of their life,

it can leave them
feeling hollowed out.

The stages of grief
are very real,

but they very rarely play
out as the textbooks say.

They often come
unexpectedly, randomly.

I'm still not sure I
ever made it past anger.

Well, you present very
well for an angry person.

- You got me on a good day.

Well, thanks for the chat.

Well, I don't feel like
I've been much help.

I don't know about that.

So if you've been tapped
to be a defense witness,

I'm guessing you don't
think Tamara's guilty.

I really don't want her to be.

Well, thank you.

Hey, um

do you want to grab a meal?

Food's great when you're angry.

What kind of a meal?

I don't know. You choose.

Hey.

Have you
got any lentils?

- Why?
- I'm cooking dinner.

Persian soup and lamb tagine.

Did I ask you to cook, Madison?

You don't like Persian food?

To be honest, I was kind
of hoping you were calling

from the airport.

I delivered your bread
to Reuben's Cafe.

He's hot, in case
you haven't noticed.

There's no dignity
in sucking up.

Well, how's this for sucking up.

Tamara Innes takes the same
route home from her shop

every evening at 6:00,

except for the night
of the shooting.

Go on.

According
to her location data,

on that night, she left at 9:00,

went via the harbor, and stopped

for one minute, 27 seconds.

Where at the harbor?

How long you been in homicide?

About 12 years.

Started off with fraud,
but didn't go for it much.

- Didn't get along with disks.
- Me neither.

Hey, you gotta keep
your heart rate up.

And there it is.

Can you just let me
talk to her first?

I really need to know why.

We've got her passport.

She's not going anyway.

Thanks for your help.

Back again?

Seems I am.

I'm... I'm just
about to close up.

You want more silk
for your ties?

Tamara, the police found the gun
that you threw in the harbor.

Who... Who are you?

I found the gun in one of
my pockets that morning.

I have no idea how it got there.

And then I saw a report of
the shooting on the news,

and I panicked.

Why didn't you take
the gun to the police?

'Cause I was scared.

When my husband died, the police
asked me so many questions,

so many awful, awful questions

that made me feel like I was
responsible for his death.

How did your husband die?

There was a fire in the garage.

He was working under the car.

He couldn't get out in time.

It was a nightmare.

Now I'm...

Now I'm stuck in another one.

You don't believe me?

Tamara, I want you to tell
me exactly what you did

the morning that
Michael Suzman was shot.

I've been through
this so many time.

Once more just for me, please.

Alright.

I woke up at 5:30 a.m.

I got dressed. I went for a run.

- Do you always go the same way?
Yes.

Down past the creek
to the bay and back.

I got home, had a
shower, breakfast.

Then I found the gun.

So you found the gun
after your shower?

Yes.

- You didn't notice it before?
- No.

How long were you in the shower?

I don't know. Five minutes.

You know the two phone
calls that you got?

I didn't
get any phone calls.

Well, Tamara, you did.

They're logged in
your phone records.

I don't know anything
about any damn phone calls.

I don't even take my
phone with me when I run.

Your phone was in the same
place at the same time

when Michael Suzman was killed.

- It's a verifiable fact!
No!

Well, maybe somebody stole it
and put it there because...

Because it certainly wasn't me!

Was your phone at home

when you got back from your run?

Yeah.

What's gonna happen to me?

Hey, come with me.

What
will happen to her?

Well, the charges
will stay the same,

but the brief of
evidence should firm up.

I think she's gonna need all
the help you can give her.

You know, I've been over
and over her case notes.

Grief can have profound effects,

Like?

Dyspraxia,

psychogenic blackouts,

disassociation.

She had blackouts.

Ha. That's not fair.

What's fair?

I can't tell you anything
without a court order.

Well, you can't
blame me for trying.

So, ex cop turns
police consultant.

How does that happen?

I wasn't home before midnight,

and the spell wore off.

Not gonna lose one
of your glass slippers, are you?

Never understood that
glass slipper thing.

Ridiculously uncomfortable.

Seriously, though.
I am intrigued.

I left the police
force a few years ago,

but I'm an obsessive.

It's a bit like an itch.

You should see
someone about that.

Know anyone in particular.

Uh, yeah, but he doesn't
date his patients.

I should think not.

That kind of thing
can lead to trouble.

No, I can honestly
say this is some

of the worst yakitori
I've ever had in my life.

I know. I'm so sorry.

Maybe I should choose
the venue next time.

- Maybe you should.
- Mm-hmm.

Let's find a bin
somewhere down here.

You're late!

Oh, make yourself at home.

I'm making you a blouse.

Who said I wanted one?

Thank you, Madison. How kind.

Wait, that's the silk I bought.

Well, I thought the whole

brother-in-law tie
thing was just a story.

It doesn't mean I
wanted a blouse.

I'll buy you some more.

Well, you better hurry up 'cause
that shop won't be open long.

You found the gun?

Yes.

Ad now Tamara's helping the
police with their inquiries.

Happy Harry.

He's a bit
disappointed, actually.

So am I.

And by the way, a Persian
dinner and a blouse

do not a room in my house buy.

Does everything have
to be transactional?

You should read the
Gospel of Matthew.

Oh, yes, we're doing
that at book club next.

Chapter five.
Sermon on the Mount.

Anything that says the meek

shall go out and gun
down a random stranger?

Michael Suzman's social media.

You hunting for a motive?

Yes, something. Anything.

I mean, people don't go out

and just get murdered
for no reason.

Could it be a mistaken identity?

Or something.

I just don't believe
Tamara's a killer.

There was witness. The
gun was in her clothes.

And she disposed of it. It's
kind of definite, isn't it?

Then why do I still
not believe it?

Hey, take a break,

have something to eat.

No, I just had yakitori.

I guarantee this will be better.

Whatever.

- That was amazing.
- Not just a pretty face.

- I guess.
- You know what?

I think you could do
with some looking after?

- I know what you're doing.
- What?

I do not need a
personal assistant.

Oh, you so do, as
long as it's not me.

What's that?

My sister, Lola.

- Well, are you gonna get it?
- No.

She's been nagging
me about something,

and it won't stop ringing
until I answer it.

How many siblings do you have?

- Nine.
- Wow.

The rhythm-method
baby works every time.

Do all your brothers and
sisters have their own ringtone?

Yeah. Just saves time.

At the dinner table? Seriously?

Just one more come
through before bed.

Don't take your iPad to bed.

- I won't.
Seriously.

- It's really bad for you.
- I know.

That's why I never do it.

This bed's comfy!

Night!

I can see the
light under the door.

Good night.

It was rate payer's
meeting at the council

to discuss changes in
planning regulations.

What can you tell
me about this guy?

I don't really know him,

but he was arguing
against changes

to building height limits.

He owns an investment property
across the road from here.

We were planning to sell
our house to developers

who were gonna knock it
down and build apartments.

Did he talk to Michael?

Not at that meeting,

but he came to our door once.

He said that if we
allow developers in,

it would block his view of
the harbor and cost him money.

He was very insistent.
He offered to buy us out.

And you said no, obviously.

Well, I was tempted.

He would have kept
the house as is.

But Michael said the
offer wasn't good enough.

Was it an acrimonious
discussion?

It ended that way.

Michael slammed the
door in his face.

Does this have anything to do
with why Michael was killed?

I don't know yet.

Who is he?

Kim, if you could
book Mr. Chasen

for Wednesday week, please.

I'll see you then, Bryce.

Well, hello.

Got a minute?

Oh, I have exactly two
minutes, but for you three.

Okay.

Michael Suzman,

the man that Tamara
supposedly shot.

- Yes.
- Why didn't you tell me that

- you offered to buy his house?
- Sorry?

Five months ago, Bratton Road.

That was Michael Suzman's house.

It was.

Well, before he was murdered
by your patient, allegedly.

Yeah, I had no idea.

It's a coincidence, isn't it?

It is.

Unless it isn't.

What's your memory
of the conversation

you had with Michael
at his front door?

As I recall, it
was... It was civil.

It was amicable.
It was very short.

Well, apparently, you
were most insistent,

and he slammed the
door in your face.

No, that's not right.

Do you recollect where
you were when he was shot?

Why?

Well, just 'cause I wanna know.

You know, I'm an obsessive.

Yeah, look, you give me a date.

March 20.

I will check my diary.

It's a lucky thing
that Michael's wife

has decided not to sell, right?

Erica, hi, come on through.

Could that be a man?

A small man, maybe,

but the paper girl
ID'd a woman, right?

You know those phone
calls you were tracing?

How long did they last?

First one was a
minute and a half.

The second wasn't answered.

I think it's time you
made an appointment

to visit Tamara Innes' shrink.

- What for?
- Check out his computer,

see if he's the one who created
those mystery phone numbers.

Oh, so, "You don't
know me, Doctor,

but give us a look
at your computer."

Just go on as a patient.

I've got a GP who
can get you in.

You're kidding, right?

You did that fiddly-do
with Tamara's phone.

- That was smooth.
- It's not the same thing.

Yes, is it. Exactly the same.

What's the worst
thing that can happen?

What am I supposed to
say is wrong with me?

I don't know. Just choose.

Personality disorder?

- I can't do that.
- Yes, you can.

You're always banging on
about how smart you are.

Alexa, I'm not doing it.

So, what brings on
these anxiety attacks?

Well, I'm pretty sure
they're brought on by stress

caused by the woman I work with.

This is your boss?

Yes, I think she wants
to get rid of me.

Uh-huh, but you're keen to
remain in the job, obviously.

For sure.

The thing is, she has no idea
how much she needs my help.

Can you
describe a situation

where an anxiety
attack might occur.

So, she might ask me to do
something I don't want to,

and I'll say "I
don't want to do it."

Something extraneous to
your job description?

Extraneous, exactly.

But she'll make me do it anyway.

Oh, that
does sound stressful.

It really is.

Is she aware that you feel

like her behavior is
having this effect on you?

She should. We've known
each other for a while.

But you
haven't told her.

She's not always
a great listener.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

The... The first thing
that I'd like you to do

is to think back
to the last time

that you had one of
these anxiety attacks.

Where the hell is she?

Her appointment
was two hours ago.

I mean, she could be in
trouble. That wouldn't happen.

That was great.
Thank you so much.

Sure. Not a problem. Now, look.

You shouldn't expect
to feel completely well

after just one session,

but if you want to meet
with me again, just ring.

There's no need for
another referral.

No, I'll do that.

I hope your relationship
with your boss improves.

Yeah, me too.

Oh. And your cat
allergy is better.

How did you know about that?

Say hi to Alexa for me.

And if you could give her this,

it'll save me a phone call.

But look, no sneezing.

Amazing.

What did he do?

Just talked to me.

But I don't have any idea
how he knew about you.

I didn't mention you once.

What do you think?

I think he's a man
who plays games.

Yeah, what's with the note?

It's where he says he was when
Michael Suzman was killed.

- Working at the farm in Makarau.
- Want me to check that out?

No, it's almost certainly
true. What about the computer?

- What do you mean?
- McMaster's laptop?

- I asked you to look into it.
- When?

Madison

what exactly happened
in that consultation?

I went in, sat on the sofa,

told him how my boss
is feeling my life

with anxiety and stress.

Thank you.

Then he did some
visualization stuff.

He told me to concentrate
on my breathing and relax.

And?

And he talked to
me. Then I left.

You know, you were in
there more than two hours.

Well, it didn't feel like that.

Harry, have you still got
Tamara Innes in custody

or has she been released?

Tamara. Tamara!

Please, I need to talk
to you. It's important.

My lawyer told me not
to speak to anyone.

I think I can help you.

If you'll let me.

Just two minutes.

So Dr. McMaster met
the man who was shot?

He did, not long before your
first appointment with him.

Did he ever mention Michael
Suzman's name to you?

No, no. Why would he?

Why did you seek out
the doctor's help

in the first place?

Well...

I was a mess.

You know, after the...

After the fire, my
life fell apart.

I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep.

Nothing had any purpose.

I was all alone.

It was...

It was worse than
the worst kind of

physical pain, you know.

Did you have any blackouts,

you know, time
periods that you lost?

No.

Are you sure about that?

So what treatments did
the good doctor give you?

Well, at first, it was just
pills to help me sleep,

and then he just...
He just relaxed me.

He just talked to me
about refocusing my life.

He gave me an exercise routine.

- On running.
- Yeah.

And how did he relax you?

Hypnotherapy.

Listen to this...
The brains of people

who are susceptible
to hypnotherapy

are different to the brains
of people who are not,

specifically there are
stronger connections

between the dorsolateral

prefrontal cortex
and the insula,

and this creates
a greater capacity

for disassociation between
action and reflection.

- So...?
- So, read it.

0.1% of people are

hyper-susceptible
to hypnotherapy.

Well, what if Tamara
Innes is one of those?

What, you think a
psychiatrist programmed her

to shoot Michael Suzman?

Starting to think it's possible.

You're kidding, right?
Tell me you're kidding.

Morning, Reuben.

- Bread man cometh?
Bread woman!

Bread
man is a bit of a pun.

- It's not a pun!

Ooh, still warm! Beautiful.

Now, what can I get
you guys for breakfast.

You can't hypnotize someone
into doing something

that violates the value system.

- How do you know that?
- I know a lot of stuff.

Look it up. Nice try.

No banana.

So, no banana for breakfast?

Please forgive my rude
and very ignorant friend,

but I would love some
coffee and scrambled eggs

and extra salsa, please.

- You got it.
- Thanks.

Mmm!

How was breakfast?
- Well, the food was great,

and the company stank.

What do you think?

I need the GPS starter
from Tamara Innes' phone.

Well, I'm nearly done.

No, now. Forget the shirt.

You know, if I really do
have an anxiety attack,

it'll be your fault.

Fine.

Okay. What do you need?

Has she been in Makarau?

She was there the day
before the shooting.

How did you know that?

Go which way?
That way.

Alright. Let's go.

What are
we looking for?

It's one of those "I'll
know when I see it"

kinds of things.

Oh, great. One of those.

I don't think I'm
wearing the right shoes.

Come on. I believe in you.

You know, that
is the second biggest.

Newton's Cradle I've ever seen.

Where have you
seen a bigger one?

Get smart.

I am smart.

He's got one of
those on his desk.

Yeah, the transfer of impulse
from one body to another.

So how much further?

Not far.

Should be up here.

You know, when I told my parents
I was coming to work with you,

my father said it was a chance

to experience new and
interesting things.

Well, he
wasn't wrong, was he?

Yeah, you think?

Look, Tamara's location data
says she was around here,

somewhere.

Did you find something?

Yes.

Give me the keys.

Are you going to tell
me what you're doing?

Keys, please?

Thank you.

Did you really take long
service leave to come here?

Yeah, three months full pay.

- Three months?
- Mm.

You were to join the
police when you were like

16. Youngest forensic
data analyst ever.

Well, that is impressive.

Well, it was either that

or be charged with
illegally accessing

the government's inquiry
into climate change.

Oh, yeah? Why'd you do that?

- Because I could.

Hello.

Nice car!

Oh, thank you.

Looks like you're in the
market for a midlife crisis.

Want to tell me what you're
doing on my property?

I'm just looking around.

It's a great spread
you've got here.

Uh-huh.

Well, gets me out of the house.

How's your anxiety going?

It's much better, thanks.

Good to hear.

I thought you might like
to know that I've reported

your little excursion
to the police.

Guess dinner's off then.

The more I see that guy,
the less I like him.

Yeah.

My sister, again.

Wait a minute.

Were there special
ringtones on Tamara's phone

when she was called
from those VolP numbers?

I can check.

Yeah, you check. I'll drive.

Apparently, you've
been trespassing.

Would you like me
to accompany you

down to the station, Officer?

I was thinking of dragging you
out of the house in handcuffs.

Looks better on TV.

Keeping the community safe.

I see what you're doing there.

You have unusual methods.

Never promised
you a rose garden.

James McMaster has
important friends.

He can make life difficult.

Now, that's a coincidence
because I was thinking

of doing the same thing to him.

Present for you.

You might want to get
those down to ballistics.

So, the spell wore off,

and you turned
into a consultant.

Are you sure that it wore off?

I've got to say, I have not been
on a firing range for years,

and I am really happy
to know I still got it.

It's time you left.

Don't be a killjoy.
I just got here.

Are you planning on
shooting me, Alexa?

Don't be silly? I just
came to tell you a story.

It's about a well-known
doctor whose pride and ego

are so out of control that
he can't stand losing,

especially when
money's involved.

Mm-hmm.

And he tries to buy a
house to stop the view

from his investment
property being lost.

But like any good narcissist,

when he's told to get stuffed,

he thinks that revenge
is his only option.

Now, right about this time, a
patient walks into his office,

and he realizes she's a one in
a thousand hypnosis subject.

And that's when he
puts it together.

Using her, he can have
the homeowner killed

and make it look like he's
had nothing to do with it.

It's two birds, one stone.

Wow! You're out of your mind.

It gets better.

So, after months of
treatment sessions,

he conditions the patient to
become totally suggestible

so he'll do whatever he
wants, whenever he wants,

and he gets her to
come out to his farm,

and he trains her to
shoot a gun like this.

And then he makes her forget
that she was ever there.

How do you like my story so far?

Mm, it's hilarious.

But how to get her to act
contrary to her moral code?

Well, that's a tricky one.

But our doctor is
very, very clever,

and he trains her to think

that she's just
shooting a target

instead of this poor bloke

that he's been following
secretly on his morning run.

And to get her to
pull the trigger

at exactly the right moment,

he uses a very special ringtone

that is programmed
into the phone.

And how do you think you
could ever prove any of this?

Shall we give it a go?

Tamara.

Hold this for me, love.

Will I play the ringtone?

Please do. I'm intrigued.

Oh.

What am I thinking of?

I've got the most
important part.

Michael Suzman's shirt color.

We wouldn't want her to
shoot the wrong person.

No, no, no! Don't play that!

- No! No! No!

It's alright, Tamara.

Relax. They're just blanks.

Now, look into my eyes.

Look into my eyes.

Hey.

And breathe with me.

In and out.

Well...

Eh.

Madison?

- Madison?
- Coming.

Oh, that looks great on you.

Where you going?

Well, you said three days,
and I've been here five.

Yeah.

How long were you
expecting to stay?

Oh, I was prepared to give
it a couple of months,

but that's cool.

It's been great hanging out.

Yeah, it has.

Well...

Well...

I guess I'll see you around.

Yeah.

- That's bags empty, isn't it?
- Yes.

You really suck at
this, don't you?

Yep.

Is that a door key?

Now, if you can
guess which door,

you can have it.

Ooh, front door.

The prize goes to the lady
with the empty travel case.

- I can pay rent.
- Yes, you will.

- Oh, hey.
- Nice shirt.

Oh, this whole thing?

Kieran said you drank white.

Very nice.

Now, I do drink red, too,

but I only like super good red.

Noted. We're getting
Tamara some help.

Excellent. What about
the good doctor?

- You charged him?
- Conspiracy to murder.

Publicity will take some shine
off his halo at the very least.

Yeah, I'd like to see that.

Now, regarding the hypnotism...

I believe you owe me an apology.

Well, why don't you ask me
in, and we can talk about it?

Easy.

I hardly know ya.

Thanks for the wine!

Want to watch a movie?

Aw, good boy.

Oh, this is a good one.