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Hi.

- What?
- Oh, morena to you too.

- You remember the storm
we had a few weeks back ―

cut half the power in Auckland,
flooded the streets?

- Oh yeah, guy was killed by
lightning in his own back yard.
- Yeah. That's the one.

- Eh?
- Richie Garth ―
childcare worker, nanny.

Actually, a 'manny'.

For some reason,
Richie went out into the storm.

- Bam. Struck by lightning.
- Yeah, that's the coroner's
conclusion.

- So what are you gonna do, arrest God?
- - Hilarious

He was found the next morning
by Chase, the kid he looks after.

Chase called 111,
and then he called his folks.

They spent the night
at a five-star hotel
celebrating the mum's birthday.

Shaan and Toby Dunlee.
When we attended,

Shaan was more concerned a man
had died in her landscape garden
than the fact that a man had died.

Do you know the chances
of getting struck by lightning
in your lifetime?

- More than getting eaten by a shark;
less than you admitting you're wrong.

- Well, I'm not wrong.
And it's one in 500,000.

- All right. Anyone on your radar?
- Richie worked for a few families
at Roderick Junior School.

The parents we talked to
were pretty keen to gossip
and run each other down.

- Oh, I dunno. Still seems like
poor old Richie beat the odds.

- Well, then, you should
check out his shoes.

White sneakers, mint condition.

- Despite the fact that
he has exit burns on his feet?
- Uh-huh.

- Why didn't you lead with this?

- Someone put the shoes on Richie
after he died ― no idea why.

- Well, I think God is off the hook.

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- So, Richie Garth ―

family in Christchurch,
loads of friends up here,

most of whom work for families
at the Roderick Junior School.

No girlfriend or boyfriend
to speak of.

- Wow ― the IT department this
school has. I wanna go there myself.

Oh, on second thought,
I'm intimidated just looking at
these 10-year-olds. Look at that.

- Click there. Friends
of Roderick Junior School.

'President of FORJS
Shaan Dunlee

'welcomes you to join
and support our school.'
- Mm-hm.

That's Richie's employer.

Had him replaced with another nanny
before he was even in the ground.

- What are you looking for? Fleas?!

- Hush your mouth.
- My cat does not have fleas.

Oh, 3 o'clock. All right,
I'll catch you later.

I wanna see this alpha mum
in her natural habitat.

- You're gonna hang around
a primary school?

Expect some strange looks.

- You say that like I don't
have a plan, Madison.

Hey, Beth.

- I've always wanted
to go back to school.

Yeah?

Well, would you look at that ―

parents on one side,

nannies on the other.

- OK, so one question ― if I'm going
undercover, won't I need a kid?

- Auntie Alexa.

- Olive Crowe.

What are you doing here?

Now, this, Beth, this is my very

smart-aleck niece, Olive Crowe.

- Oh. Hi!

Alexa, did you make your niece enrol
so that we could go undercover?

- No. I recognised the name of the
school the second that Harry said it.

- Olive. Well, today is your lucky
day, mate. Come on, show me around.

- Go on. Go with
the strange lady, go.

- Classroom's this way.

All I'm saying is giving
out just one prize, that's not fair.

- There literally can only
be one first place, Gilda.

- And when the same kid wins every
time, Shaan, the others get upset.

Let's just give every kid a medal.

- Then where is the incentive?
If there's no winner,
then there is no point.

- Too right. I mean,
this 'giving kids prizes for getting
up in the morning', it's bonkers.

- Thank you.
- Mm.
- Whoever you are.

- Oh. Alexa Crowe,
auntie of Olive Crowe.

- Ohh.

We don't get to see much of
Olive's mum, Kim, which is a shame.
- Mm, yeah.

- And then her father...

- My brother, Will.

- Well. It is lovely
that she has you.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

- Hey, um, are the Friends of
Roderick Junior School going to
do anything for Richie Garth?

- How do you mean?
- You know, a fundraiser
or a memorial.

I hear he was a big part
of school life.

- He― He nannied for
several families, yeah.

But we're not in the habit
of― of dwelling on things, so...
- Oh. Yeah, fair enough.

- Excuse me.
- OK.

- It is a nice idea. She's just
upset she didn't think of it.
- Thanks.

I'm Gilda, by the way.

- I've not seen you round.

- I'm Beth. Just started
with little Olive's family.

- Well, I'm Parker.
I'm with the Dunlees.

- Um, did you know, um... Richie?

He was a friend of a friend's.
So sad what happened to him.

- Yeah, he was amazing.
Big shoes to fill.

I replaced him ― with the Dunlees.

- Oh. And did they love him?

- Everyone loved him. Every family,
every kid wanted Richie the manny.

- Surely he had some enemies.
I mean, we're all the villain
in someone's story, right?

- I love that.

I don't know ― Gilda, maybe?

Gilda wasn't the biggest Richie fan.
- Gilda?

- You will hear her coming
before you see her.

She is something.

- But what would've Gilda
had against Richie?

Ow!

- Chase, are you all right, buddy?

I'll, uh, catch you round, eh?
- OK. Bye.

- Hello again, Olive Crowe's aunt.
- Hi, Shaan.

I believe this belongs to you.
- Oh my gosh.

- I found it on the ground
outside the school.

- Thank you, Alexa.

Uh, would you like
to come in for a vino?

- A sparkling water would be nice.
- Come on in.

- My husband, Toby.

This is Alexa Crowe,
little Olive Crowe's aunt.

- Hi.
- Oh, right. Oh, gidday, Alexa.

- Please excuse the mess.
I'm designing a flyer for
the degustation fundraiser.

In fact, how would you
like to sponsor a food truck?

- Actually, I'd like to
ask you a couple of questions
about Richie Garth?

- Oh, and why is that?

- I'm a consultant,
so I'm just ticking a few
final boxes for the police.

- Well, what more do they need
to know? It was bloody traumatic.

- It's fine, Toby.

I knew that turning 40
was gonna be horrific,

but I didn't know it would be
as if my entire birthday was cursed.
- Well, that doesn't sound good.

No, so, we had booked
this gorgeous lunch on Waiheke,

but there was the storm, and
all of the ferries were cancelled.

- I mean, we saw that one coming.
They'd been talking up the storm
for days on the news,

so I booked
a cocktail thing at the Densham.

- So, the next thing,
we were having breakfast in bed
in the penthouse suite,

and then we got a call from Chase.

- Yeah. Poor kid had woken up and
found Richie lying out in the rain.
- Hmm.

- Actually... do you mind
if I take a look at the spot
where Richie was found?

- So it's just, um...
just here, yeah.
- Right.

What was Richie like?

- Uh, yeah, he was
a really good bloke.
- Mm-hm.

- He was great with Chase.
- Yeah.

And having a male nanny in the house,
people didn't give you, you know,
a bit of trouble about that?

- Some of the other dads, yeah,
but, I dunno, says more about them,
I reckon.

- Ooh.

- You all right there?

- Yes. This must be lovely
on a wintry night.

Yeah. It's good for the old back
after a long day at work.

- Uh, Tobes, it's time to go.

We have a networking evening.

- Don't you roll your eyes.
It's important.

- Well, thank you so much
for showing me around.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Anything to move on. Still
waiting for my life to begin at 40.

- Hey, Shaan and Toby Dunlee
have got a doorbell cam.
Can you get the footage of that?

- Yeah, those things send footage
straight to a connected phone app ―

easy to intercept,
so consider it done.

- Madison, you're a bloody genius.

- What are these?

Wanted for home invasion,
assault, theft.

- He's been falsely accused.

This cat is entering
our home, attacking our cat and
stealing our socks and underwear.

- That is absolute fiction.

I've examined him, and there
is no evidence of a fight.

- I did find that random sock
in my washing pile the other day.

Well, every home
has random socks, Madison.

Oh, good. Here's Harry.
- Kia ora. As requested ―

- the clothes Richie
was wearing the night of.
- Yes!

- Don't take them out of the bags.
They can't be contaminated.

- Oh, really I was gonna put 'em on and wriggle around in them.
- All right, all right.

- OK.

Any, um...

Any undies in here?
- You're holding them.

- These, my friend, are not undies.
- No, they're not. They're bathers.

- Or as we call them
here in Aotearoa ― togs.

Now, Madison,
do you ever wear togs as undies?
- Uh, only if I'm at the beach.

- Harry?
- If I get behind in the washing.

Ugh.

Now, listen ―
the fact is most lightning victims
are thrown a few feet by the jolt.

They don't just crumple
where they're standing.

But Richie was bang-smack
in the middle of the garden.

So what was he doing? Where was
he when the lightning struck?
- Looking at something on the fence.

- No, I paced it out.
There was nothing there.
- OK, so far, so tenuous.

- We already know that
it was weird he was wearing
these when he was found,

given that they're
not all melted to hell.
- Yeah, like the victim's feet.

- Someone put Richie's shoes on him.
We've established that.

- More. Someone put all
of Richie's clothes back on.

Because what was he wearing
when he was found?
- His bathers.

- This wasn't a lightning strike.

This was death by hot tub.

- Can I help you?

- Oh, you're home.
- Not for long. I'm about
to head back to work.

- Super. I just wanna
ask you a couple of questions
about the hot tub.

- Yeah, sure thing. Come on in.
- OK. So...

Was it running
the night of the big storm?

- Uh, hasn't worked
for a while, actually.
- Oh, really?

Well, I'd like to get someone
to look at that ― an electrician.

- Why? Wh-What's my hot tub
got to do with anything?

- Did Richie hot tub often?
- How would I know?
I'm hardly ever here.

- So the night he died, you and Shaan
were at the Densham Hotel

and you partied in the cocktail bar,
and then about midnight,

you retired to the penthouse suite,
and you stayed there all night,
right?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, no, actually, I, um...

I did duck out to the hotel gym ―
just a quick blat on the treadmill.

- After a night of drinking?
- Well, I didn't drink that much.

It's a five-star hotel ― gotta
make the most of the facilities.
- Yeah, right.

So do you need your room key
to get in the hotel gym?
- Yeah, 'course.

Why are y―?

Do you think I came back here
and did something to Richie?
- Somebody did.

- I thought it was
a lightning strike.

- While you were in the gym,
your wife was in the room, right?

- Shaan. Of course she was―

Come on, you can't
be suggesting that my wife
hurtanybody or―

- I'm just trying
to keep an open mind, Toby.

- Well, keep an open mind to this ―
Gilda Garrison.

If anybody had it in for Richie,
she did.

- Why do you say that?
- He used to work for her,

but Shaan made him an offer
he couldn't refuse.
- Ohh. Shaan poached him.

- Let's put it this way ―
if Gilda were a nicer person,
she could hold on to her staff.

- Parker added me to
the nannies' WhatsApp group chat,
and that is where all the gossip is.

- Well, how much of that gossip
is about Gilda Garrison?

- Well, chats from the night of
were the first thing I looked at.

There was a sweepstake about
who would be home latest from
Shaan's 40th, and it was Gilda.

Parker was still
babysitting till 3am.

- How come Gilda's name
just keeps on coming up?

- Is someone gonna
take me to school?

- Hey! Beth, get on it.
- Oh, oh. Sorry.

- If you wanna be poached,
you've got to be exceptional.

- Wait, I wanna be poached?
- Sure. We need someone to
get closer to Gilda Garrison.

She hated Richie.
Question is ― how much?

Spit-spot. Go!

- Oh, Beth. You're
the best nanny in the whole world.
- Oh, stop it.

But, hey, what do you
want for dinner tonight?

Oh, another three-course meal
for the whole family?
- Again? Yeah!

- Aww. Come here.

Have a good day, OK?
- OK.

- Yoo-hoo. Hi.
- Hi.

- Hi. I'm Gilda. What was your name?
- Hi. I'm Beth. Nice to meet you.

- Whatever Kim Hutchley
is paying you, I'll double it.

You don't wanna work for them.
Kim's a gold digger,

- and the little stepchild doesn't
really fit in here.
- Oh.

- Oh, morning, Ros, Justine.

Why don't you come by my place
for an interview this afternoon?

4 o'clock. Don't be late.

Lack of punctuality is
a deal-breaker for me.

- The woman is a bulldozer in heels.
- Super. Check this out.

'A hot tub can be lethal
if there's no ground fault
circuit interrupter

'or if the breaker isn't right
for the wiring used.'

So somebody would just have
to swap out the breaker.

- And that somebody would need to
have electrical knowledge, right?

- Find out if Gilda has any
work like that in her background

or if she has a link
to anybody who does.
- Copy that.

- I'm not used to making
after-school snacks.

Rice is good for
a couple of days, yes?

- They can have that.
- Oh, no, no, no. You don't wanna
give your kids two-day-old rice.

- You're hired.

Seriously.
You can see why I need you.

- Um... cos you and
your husband both work?

- No, he's long gone ―
he and the bitch who did his books.

Did him behind the desk, more like.

- What kind of business was he in?
- Electrician.

I know what you're
thinking ― what was a woman
like Gilda doing with a tradie?

He was the company director
when I met him. He wasn't hands-on.

- But you never worked with him
yourself, before the woman who―
- God, no.

No, I was a flight attendant.
- Oh.

Anyway, I'm desperate.

For a nanny.

- What happened to your last one?
- Parker. Not the brightest
spoon in the dishwasher.

Shaan stole her from me.
- Oh. That's terrible.

- Oh, Shaan Dunlee has form.
Would you like to meet the boys now?
- Oh, no, I've―

- Jonty! Pablo!

Probably on their video games.

- Um, the thing is, is that I'm not
actually a qualified professional.

Are you OK?

- Look, I'm not gonna hire
anyone without a... trial, so...

let's do that now.
- Oh, wait. Um―

No, you can't le―
You can't leave me here.

- Alexa, what are you doing here?

- I'm just checking out
some breakers and some GFCFIs ―

that's sparkie talk for something.
- Right.

- What about you?
- Shaan Dunlee called.

She wants to revise
her official statement.
- Really? Why?

- Because she thinks she's being
investigated for Richie's death.

I'm assuming you've been
as subtle as always.

- Yeah.

- Shaan. Hi.
Detective Henare. We met when―
- I know who you are, Detective.

I didn't know that
you'd be bringingher.

- Oh, well, to be fair, he didn't.

- This woman is casting aspersions
on my family, on me.

- I'm just asking questions, Shaan.
- I don't want her here.

- All right. OK.
I'll come back later.
- No, you won't.

- Laters.
- Why is this happening to me?

- Hey.
- She left me here.

Gilda bailed and left me
here babysitting.

Gilda got a text message,
she freaked out and then ran.

- What was in the text message?
- Well, she didn't
really wanna show me;

she was too busy
sprinting for the door.

- Alexa?
- Hang on a sec.

- Gilda, you tried to kill me!

Are you OK?!

Hey. Beth said Gilda's
still at the police station.

Yeah. She says that
she was aiming for Shaan.

Well, she wasn't trying
to kill her ― she just wanted
to make a dramatic entrance.

- Well, she did that all right.
- Mm.

- Is Harry gonna be OK, Alexa?
- Hey, did Beth say what
that text was to Gilda?

Had to be something
to do with Shaan, right?

- Alexa, let's― let's go inside,
find a nurse, find out what's
happening.

- OK, you do that.
I've got some stuff to do.

- What stuff, Alexa?

I've been looking at
the door cam footage, all right?

Get this ― at 4pm, Gilda knocks on
Richie's door. He lets her in.

She's carrying this big basket
of flowers or something.
20 minutes later, she leaves.

- Look, Alexa, we can look at this―
- Uh-bup-bup-bup.

At half past midnight,
the storm is in full force,

and then here comes
somebody wearing a raincoat. OK?

You cannot see their face,
but wait for it ―

knock, knock, knock. Nobody answers,
cos Richie's already dead.

- Alexa, we are not doing this now.
We are taking a break,
and we're checking on our friend.

- Well, he doesn't need us both
to do that, does he?

So I'm gonna go home,
and I'm gonna chuck this footage
up on the big screen,

and I'm gonna try to get
a better image of whoever's
inside that raincoat.

- I've been charged
with dangerous driving.

I didn't try to hurt that detective.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone,
not even Shaan.

- What did that text say, Gilda ―
the one that made you so angry
that you drove at my friend?

Someone sent me a screenshot,

a text Shaan had sent everyone
saying that I killed Richie.

- Now, why would Shaan
say a thing like that?

I'm not a natural mother.

It doesn't come easy to me.
And Richie was so, so good
to my children,

and he helped us get through
after my husband left.

And then Shaan took him from me.
She didn't need him like I did.

And then to hear that
she was saying those things,

I just― I wanted to tell her
what I thought of her. That is all.

- Gilda,

on the night he died,

Parker said that she was
babysitting at your place till 3am
while you were at the 40th.

But according to Shaan,
you weren't there.

Oh, but I was.

It's just that nobody saw me.

- All right.
OK, walk me through your movements.

You went over to the Dunlees' house
about 4 that afternoon.

- To surprise Shaan ―
rose petals on her bed.

I knew that she was upset
about turning 40,

so I thought a little bit
of romance to come home to
after Waiheke with Toby.

Then I heard that
they didn't go to lunch.

Richie said that Toby had
taken her to the Densham Hotel.

- And so?
- I went home for a bit.

Then I thought I'd drop by
the hotel and surprise them
with a bottle of champagne.

But when I arrived,

I saw that it wasn't
just the two of them.

I was the only one not invited.

- The 13th fairy.

She was so angry that the king
and queen didn't invite her
to the party for the princess

that she decided to punish
them by putting the princess
to sleep for 100 years.

- I picked up a bottle of
Chardonnay. I told Parker she could
have the rest of the nightoff,

and then I sat by myself
and drank a lot.

- So why did she say
she was babysitting till 3?

- Well, the wine didn't
even touch the sides,

so when I heard her in
the kitchen, I told her
I was going back to the party.

- And where did you go?
- A bar.

And then a three-star hotel.

- OK, that's 2am.
Now, can you fast forward it?

Oh.

Well, that eliminates Gilda.

But somebody went to
the Dunlees' house that night.

Alexa, aren't―
Are you going to see Harry at all?

- Look, go through that
doorbell footage again, OK?

Make sure there's nothing we missed.

Shoot!

- Sorry to disturb.
- Alexa, right? Olive's aunt.
- Mm-hm.

- Everyone's out and I can't stop
because it's due tomorrow.

- Oh, they left you
to do the school project.

- Look, I'm not sure that
you should be here when
Shaan and Toby are out.

- It's fine. This won't take long.
I just came to ask you a question,
actually.

How often did you and Richie
hot tub together?

You know, it hasn't worked
since the night of the storm.

But this...

places you in it before you
worked here, before Richie died.

- It was just a casual thing,
just a booty call thing.
Wasn't serious or anything.

- Is that right? So you'd just
pop over to take a dip with Richie in
his boss' hot tub from timeto time.

- Richie said Shaan always
told him to help himself.

And, yes, it's a perk of the job.

- All right. Now, think carefully.

Did you come here the night of
the storm, the night Richie died?

- No.

- The doorbell cam
says otherwise, Parker.

And I know that Gilda let you go.

What happened?

- OK. Gilda got home early,...

and she was hitting the bottle and
thumping around, talking to herself.

So I decided to get out of there
for a bit and go and see Richie.

But he didn't answer the door.

And I knew he was there, cos
he was looking after Chase, so...

I went through the side gate.

- And then what happened?

And then I saw him
lying there.

And he wasn't breathing.

- You didn't call an ambulance.
You didn't call the police.

- No, and I hate myself for it, OK?

Well, I mean...

he was already...

He was dead. There was
nothing that I could do.

- So you just left him there.

- I was just scared.
- Scared of what?

If you didn't
do anything to Richie...

- My working visa's up,

and I thought that if I had
to talk to the police that they
would kick me out of the country

and send me home,
and I can't go home.

'O'Hora Homestead
in Carlingford, County Louth,

'burned to the ground
on Tuesday afternoon.

'Home to the wealthy O'Hora family
for over six generations,

'the homestead was destroyed,
devastating the family.

'The fire department reports
a hair iron had been left on by a
staff member of the O'Hora family.

'Neighbours say the staff member
was an au pair

'who was on an outing with the
children when the fire occurred.'

Nice one, Parker

- I mean, what if Richie
found out about Parker's fake CV,
and she wanted to shut him up?

- Really? You think a girl
who can't even operate a hair iron

- knows how to tamper with
the electronics of a hot tub?
- True.

She can whip together a pretty
mean papier mache mask, though.

- Oh, hi, Miss Norris.
I'm Olive Crowe's auntie.

She's in your class.
- Hi.

- Yeah, I was just
looking to see if her name
was on any of these trophies,

but I guess she hasn't
been here long enough, right?

You know, Chase Dunlee's name
is on a lot of these prizes.

Doesn't seem fair,
really, does it, considering
his nanny does all the work.

Come on, Miss Norris.

You feel exactly the same as
I do about it. It's absolute crap.

How come no one's ever said anything?

- Nobody wants to upset Shaan.

- But somebody did.

Richie, right?

- Gidday, Alexa.

- They let you out.
- They did. So I thought I'd come
and see how the case wasgoing.

I mean, it must be keeping you
really busy ― too busy to come
and see how anyone is.

- Oh, come on. A couple of broken
ribs, a superficial head laceration ―
I've been keepingup.

So what happened ― you forget your
training to, you know, stay alert?

- I was paying attention. That's how
I knew the car was coming for Shaan,
and, you know, savedher life.

Some people would call that heroic.
- Yeah, some people would
call that attention-seeking.

- Gilda sent him
a roomful of apology flowers.
- Mm.

- And asked how much of a donation
to the police would make the
dangerous driving charges go away.

- Ugh, some people. They think they
can throw money at every problem.
- Mm.

Shaan also sent him flowers ―
'thank you for saving my life' ones.
- She did.

- Oh my.

Ain't she's sweet

You know, her child is
the captain of the rugby team,
but he can hardly catch a ball.

She pays for him to be
best at everything, and you know
who had a problem with that?

- Richie.
- Richie.

Because before Parker,
he was the one who helped
the kid do all the homework.

So when Chase kept coming first at
everything, Richie knows it's wrong.

He goes to Miss Norris, the teacher,
she goes the principal,
and the whole thing is shut down.

Nothing happens.
- So you got nothing to go on.

- Hm. Unless Madison can get into
the Dunlees' finances, find out
how much and when they're donating,

link it to prizes,
sports awards, that kind of thing.
- Sure thing.

- Hang on ― so you've
circled back to Shaan.
- Well, the lady's got a motive.

I just don't know how somebody
as small as she is could
move a body in the rain.

- Wheelbarrow.

- Oh, you're kidding.
- Nah, I don't joke any more

Laughing hurts my ribs.

- I thought I might see you
at the gate at school pick-up.

- No, I avoid the area
now that I'm a bit of a pariah.

- Pariah? Will Crowe?
- Mm.

- Thought those yummy mummies
would be all over ya.

- Well, they were,
till school quiz night.

I invited you to come, actually.
Left a message on your phone.

You would've been great with
all that useless trivia you know.
- Yes, I would.

- Shame you didn't get the message.
- Oh, I got the message.

- Oh, you didn't wanna come.
Well, neither did I,
but all the mummies insisted.

There was even a bit of biffo
about whose team I'd be on.

- You always were
the most popular kid in school ―
just not any more. What did you do?

Did you lose the bonus round?
Did you steal the prize money?

- No, there was no prize money.
It was a fundraiser.

I didn't steal anything ―
except maybe Miss Norris' heart.

- Wait, Miss Norris? The teacher?
- Yeah.

- The one that wouldn't
say boo to a mouse?

- Yeah, it's always
the quiet ones, eh?
- Ooh. Ew, Will.

- Well, in my defence, she agreed.
It wasn't supposed to lead anywhere.

Just a little bit of slap and
tickle after school quiz night.

But your daughter's teacher.
- Yeah, anyway,
she got a bit attached.

A few tears in the staff room.
And all the mums turned on me.

- Well, that'll larn ya.
- Yeah, they banded together.
It was brutal, merciless.

Thanks, mate.

Turns out the PTA mums
move in a pack.
- Yeah, they do, don't they?

- Yeah. So anyway, school gate's
a bit of a no go for me.

- Ladies.

We just need the furniture closer
together, OK? We want it to be cosy.

Have you come to help us set up
for the platter and natter evening?
- Oh gosh, no.

But you don't seem to need my help.
You've got a whole gaggle of acolytes
ready to do what youwant.

- So you're just here
to ask more silly questions.
Yes.

Yeah. First prize to you, Shaan
Dunlee, which is kind of amazing,

because usually it's your boy
who wins all the prizes.

- He's a very hard worker, yes.

His father and I encourage that.
- You want the best for your son.

But how far would you go to get it?
That's my question.

- I've got 40 ticket-holders
about to arrive any minute,

so if you wouldn't mind―
- Richie didn't approve
of helping your son cheat.

He told you that.

- Have you never helped
a child with their homework?

- There's a difference between
helping them and doing it for them.

And as for keeping the donations
flowing so that the school
would turn a blind eye,

now, you know it, Richie knew it,
but what about that pack
of lapdog mums over there?

Social death.

- OK. You need to back off
or you'll regret it.

- School bullies
never scared me, Shaan.
- Hm.

Well, that sounds like a challenge.

- Hey, did you get through
Shaan's financials?

- She has her own account.
She makes regular donations, yes.

She pays for sports equipment...
- Uh-huh.

- ...a new sound system
for the gym last year.

- Oi!

Shaan just fired me.
- Hang on a sec.

- She said it was about
a missing sculpture,
but I didn't steal anything.

Did you tell her anything I said?
- I'll call you back, all right?

No, nothing.

- One minute I'm the best nanny
since Richie, and the next I'm gone.

- Olive?

Where are you?

Caw-caw.

Caw-caw.

- Should I ask or do you want Auntie
to mind her own business?

- Chase said he's not allowed
to play with me any more
cos my dad's a criminal.

Well, your―
your dad is a criminal. Was.

- And then he said his mum
was gonna call the police

cos I was scamming people with
my fake chocolate fundraiser.

- That was a fake?

- I used my lunch money
to buy a box, and then doubled
the price and sold them.

- Wow.

- Chase is being so mean.
And everyone takes his side.

They all hate me.

- Well, hmm.

- You know, I could go out there
and, like, menace a few 10-year-olds,
which I'm totally prepared to do,

or...

you could go out there and turn
it around and try come out on top.

- I just... I don't know if I can.

- 'Course you can.
You're a Crowe. Caw-caw!

- Doncha know.
- Caw-caw!
- Caw-caw!

- Caw-caw!
- Caw-caw!

- She fires Parker and starts
a campaign against a 10-year-old.
- I still cannot deal with that.

- And for what, to prove a point?

What else is Shaan Dunlee
capable of, huh?

- If she's mean to Olive again,
I'm worried what I'll be capable of.

- Well, she never grew out
of mean-girl mode.

- Alexa, you know how I mentioned
Shaan's personal bank account?
- Mm.

Oh, the one where the outrageously
generous donations come from.

- Well, Toby keeps it topped up with
a regular transfer from his account,

but I just checked that,
and it's in the red.

Look ― he's got maxed-out credit
cards and seems to just be moving
money from account to account.

- Well, where does his income go?
- That's the thing ―

I can't find any income.

- Bye.
- Bye.
- Mwah.

And don't forget the thing tonight.

- Thank you so much.

Yeah. Hello.

- Hey, I've got the access info
from the Densham Hotel the night of.

- I'm here right now.

- So, Toby's room card was used
to enter just before 11.

- Really?
- So Toby was at the gym,
like you said.

Are we back to the drawing board?

- Nah.

I think I know exactly what happened.

- Gidday, Toby.

- Jeez, where did you come from?

Just, uh, taking some time out.

- Time out's good.
- Yeah.

- 'Course, 18 months of time out
is a bit over the top, isn't it?

What was it, Toby?

Redundancy?

Cost-cutting?

- Management were top-heavy.

Why keep me when they
could hire a 25-year-old for
a quarter of the salary, right?

- Right.

- You won't tell my wife, will you?
- About pretending to go
to work for a year and a half,

or about killing Richie?

You still on about that?

It was lightning.
The idiot went out in a storm.
- Right, yeah. That's your story.

You wanna hear my version?

It starts with a man
who lost his job but didn't
wanna tell anyone about it.

You must be on a first-name basis
with these ducks by now.

- I've been taking meetings,
applying for positions;
something will come along.

- Yeah, the bills will come along.

I mean, your wife ―
she sure can spread it around, eh?

- It's donations.
She's generous, all right?
- Right.

Donations, bribes.

Something had to give, and that
something was Richie's wages.

He was expensive,
so you stopped paying.

He came to you,
and he asked about it politely,
and you kept fudging, lying.

So after a couple of weeks,
Richie went to find you at work,

and that's how
he learned your secret.

And now your manny's
got you over a barrel.

Then you promise him that you'll find
the wages, but, of course, it's not
about the money for Richie, is it?

He wants you to tell
your wife the truth.

He feels like
she deserves the truth.

I mean, he's only trying to help,
but, God, that made you angry.

You had to watch this
moralistic upstart raising your kid,

cooking for your wife, drinking
your beer, relaxing in your hot tub,

and you wished
he'd drown in the bloody thing.

And then you came up
with a bright idea.

- I didn't have
a problem with Richie.

Other blokes might.
I'm― I'm more secure than that.

Real secure

You couldn't even tell your wife
that you'd lost your job, but
Richie was going to, if youwouldn't.

And when you heard that
there was a massive electrical storm
coming that night,

you thought it was
a literal gift from God.

You and Shaan went to
the hotel for the night.

You knew that Richie would
have his usual soak in the spa
once Chase was asleep,

so you wired the spa to electrocute
him the moment he turned it on.

You and Shaan were
at the hotel when he died.

You waited until it was late enough,
slipped home, and there he was.

Now you just had to put
his clothes back on,

drag him away from the pool,
and everyone would blame God.

- I was at the Densham Hotel
with my wife all night.

- Except for when
you were in the gym.
- Yep.

Smashed out 5 K on the treadmill.

- You definitely went past the gym
door, waved your hotel card at it

so that it would register
that you'd been there,
but you didn't go in.

If you had, you would know that
the gym was under a metre of water.

There was a huge flood
from the storm.

In fact, they still haven't
quite finished the repairs.

And yet there you were on
a treadmill in the floodwater.

That's a bit dangerous.

- Do you know how hard it is
to have to pay someone...

to be a dad to your own kid?

Even now,
Chase isn't interested in me.

- You set it up so that Chase would
find Richie's body in the morning.
- No.

- You left your own son sleeping
alone in a house while his caregiver
was dead in the garden.

- I didn't mean for that to happen.

Richie usually brought
Parker over when we were out,
and I thought she'd find him.

I thought I was
gonna lose everything.

Do you know what that's like?

- Back at work so soon, Harry.
- Like you'd be any different.

- Hey, did you forget something?
- I very much doubt it.

- Did you forget
to say something to me?

- Harry, I am glad you're OK,
and you really scared me.

- Oh, thanks.

But I meant, 'You were right, Harry.
It wasn't lightning, Harry,'
but I'll take the otherthing.

- Faster. Faster!
- Faster!

Guess what.

- What?
- I got a prize at school.

- What for?
- Service and entrepreneurship.

- My chocolate fundraiser
that I did of my own initiative.

I raised $92 for the school.

- Well-played, Olive Crowe,
well-played.

And what's equally awesome
is that those people who were
accusing my cat, they've backedoff.

- They have.
- Yeah, they were wrong, they said.
Different cat, they said.

And I never doubted you
for a moment. Such a good boy,
aren't you? Oh, yes, you are.

- It was definitely Chowder.
- It was.

But I bribed the other cat owner
with a box of your chocolate bars

and a microchipped cat door.
- Genius.

Oh, I know.

- Where'd that come from?

Chowder.

Where did that come from?

Well...

if you don't tell...
I won't tell.

You're still the best boy.

- Madison, can you contain yourself?

- Goody bags, designer clothing,
free drinks...

- I am ready to―
- No, no, no.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

- You think I killed her, don't you?

- Supermodel?
Why didn't you invite me along?

- Let's go visit your murderer.

- She was in danger.
- Yeah, from you.

- Y-You were on my bedroom wall.
- If only those walls could talk.

- Are you poverty shaming me?

- Oh! Definitely not the bathroom.

- Alexa, you were
investigating my sister.