All language subtitles for My Life is Murder - S04E04 - One Mans Poison.eng

Good morning.
Um, I need two puppuccinos,

but Bella's got a dairy allergy,

so if you can use like, coconut,
that would be really great.

Oh, actually,
have you got almond?

Or maybe oat.
Oat would be really good.

Do you have cinnamon
to put on top?

Anyway, Joshie's been
really good this week,

so I think he deserves
a puppuccino. Kiss on the mouth.

Joshie. Who's my Joshie boy?

Who's my gorgeous boy?
Who's my gorgeous boy?

And who's a grumpy lady
who doesn't understand

why some people don't realize
there's a line behind you?

Joshie and Bella are paying
customers just like you are.

So I just think that you need... Sorry, uh,

certified
caffeine addiction.

What the hell? Are you naturally

this antagonistic,
or do you work on it?

One, I have not
had my coffee yet.

Two, caffeine is very bad
for dogs,

and three, why aren't we
at Reuben's?

Because we need some privacy.

What? You ever heard of Tyler Wicks,

chef to the rich
and famous?

Yes, and if frequent name-
dropping is anything to go by,

very good mate of Reuben's.

Oh, that's why
you don't want to be there.

Bingo.
Reuben's been on my case.

Seems his mate is
in a little bit of hot water.

Ah, you gonna give him
a good grilling?

Don't give up
your day job.

Tyler is the prime suspect
in the death

of a young guy
called Louie Cutler.

Now, he was engaged
to be married to Beatrice Boyd.

Beatrice is the only daughter
of Malcolm and Karin Boyd.

They're a
rich lister family...

fingers in a lot of pies,
you know.

You say Karin?

Yeah.
Don't make the mistake

of calling her "Karen" like I
did when I took their statement.

Anyway, the Boyds
are on their private yacht

heading to Rarotonga.
Louie was at home alone.

Oh, I read about this...
rich kid

who died of severe gastro.

Oh, you think Tyler Wicks
poisoned him?

Well, official cause of death

is acute poisoning
from tutin ingestion.

That's the stuff
that contaminates honey.

The phototoxin in the New
Zealand native plant tutu, yes.

But in this case, it was
the actual plant that got him.

So, young tutu shoots
look a lot like asparagus.

And that's what Tyler
threw into the pan

with the usual carrots,
mushrooms, onions.

Hang on. Tyler Wicks
is, like, an expert forager.

He's published books
and got a blog and everything.

Exactly. You think he'd know
his asparagus

from his killer plants, right? Right.

He admits to cooking the dish
and serving it to Louie.

But then he knocked off,
went home for the night.

The family security camera
footage clocked Louie

at about 11:00 p.m.,
having a vape outside.

Then he fell into
the outdoor furniture.

Poison kicking in? Yeah, you got it.

Tutin poisoning
causes headaches, delirium,

severe convulsions
before it kills you.

He made it
to a bathroom inside,

which is where he was found
the next morning

when the housekeeper
arrived.

What happened
to his eyebrow?

Tyler reckons
he had two eyebrows

when he left him
at the dinner table.

But then, Tyler also reckons
he didn't kill him.

Sounds like
you don't believe him.

Well, he's an angry sort of guy,
and he wasn't shy of telling us

what he really thought
of the victim.

Plus, there's no one else
to look at.

The family were away. None of
the other staff were there.

Could it be manslaughter? It's a possibility.

A possibility
you want me to look into.

Death by stir fry?

It's kind of
in your wheelhouse, Alexa.

Maybe you just don't want
to be the only one

that Reuben blames
when you arrest his mate.

Or I want to share the credit
when we clear his mate.

Which is exactly what Reuben
thinks is going to happen.

No pressure.

No pressure at all.

Coriaria arborea
is the Latin name

for the New Zealand
native plant tutu.

It's common through
the whole country.

There are documented cases
of ingestion causing death

going all the way back
to the 1860s.

The autopsy showed traces of
tetrahydrozoline in his system.

That's the main
ingredient in eyedrops.

Which half the planet uses,
especially if you like to party.

And the police located
eyedrops among his belongings,

so they dismissed that
as irrelevant.

But look at this. His eyebrow
was shaved off postmortem.

Why would somebody
poison him,

wait for him to die,
and then shave off an eyebrow?

Some kind of weird souvenir,
or a message?

Hey.

Cover that up. What's up, then?

Hey.

Harry said that you were
gonna help me...

well, help Tyler.

I said
I would take a look.

Tyler didn't do it, Alexa.

There's no way
he'd kill someone.

Look, I'm sorry,
but Tyler's a mentor,

a friend.

He gave me a job
straight out of chef school.

And lately? We lost touch for a bit.

I heard he was back here
working for a rich family.

Then this thing
in the newspaper.

This guy
dies of food poisoning.

I call Tyler, and he says
the police are gunning for him.

Reuben, Harry says that Tyler
has a bit of an anger problem.

Well, of course he's angry.
I mean, how would you feel

if someone choked
on a piece of your sourdough,

and you got accused
of murder?

Whoa, Buster.

Number one,
my sourdough is chewy, not dry.

And number...

Yeah,
never mind all that.

Did Tyler mention anything about
working with the Boyds?

No. We only just
got back in touch.

You didn't ask him
about the family?

No, because I was too busy
promising him

that my friend Alexa
was going to help him.

I will do my best.

Now get out of here.
We're working!

Pleased to meet you,
Reuben's friend

who used to be a cop.
Likewise.

Perhaps you could have a word
to your idiot colleagues

who came through here
trampling all my crops,

looking for tutu plants.

As if I'd deliberately
grow a toxic plant

and feed it to my client.

Even if he was
a puffed-up little git.

Hey, look, I...
I have to ask you this.

Is there any way

that you could have accidentally
foraged tutu shoots?

Do I look like
a numpty, Alexa?

And what you've just said
is worse

than accusing me of murder.

And you know what?
Tutu shoots taste disgusting,

even if you cook
the crap out of them.

Anyone who eats that and
can't taste the warning signs...

Deserves to die?

Okay, so if you
didn't accidentally

give Louie
a poisonous plant

and you didn't
deliberately do it,

then how did it
get on his plate?

Obviously, someone
switched out the asparagus.

If I'd looked twice,
I might have noticed,

but we'd been
working all day

preparing their food
for the boat.

So, yeah, someone
took the asparagus

and replaced it with the shoots.

Why would anybody
want to do that?

To set me up.

Again, why?

Well, maybe someone
doesn't like me,

or... And this is more likely...
someone didn't like Louie.

Decided to take him out
and put the blame on me.

Who would want to do
a thing like that?

Shall I write you a list?

Please.

Louie was an entitled
snot stain.

God. The way
he treated staff.

A deeply unlikable person.

The kind of face
you want to punch, repeatedly.

Tell me how you
really feel, Tyler.

I feel very, very,

very frustrated, Alexa.

My life's been
turned upside-down.

My reputation has...

It's been destroyed
because of Louie Cutler.

Now, Reuben swears
that you're a miracle worker,

so please, sort this out.

From the moment he joined
our family, Louie fit right in.

So why did he not join you
on the family yacht trip

to Rarotonga? He hadn't been feeling well.

Dodgy guts.

Tyler Wicks belongs in prison.

He put that poisonous plant
in Louie's food.

I wish we'd never hired him.

Arrogant piece of...

Thought he was
above everyone.

He actually yelled at Louie,
a week or two before.

A staff member,
talking back, swearing.

Why did he have a go
at Louie?

He didn't like the way that
Louie had asked for a drink.

You know what? I'm paying you.
You get my son-in-law

a damn drink
when he damn well asks for one,

and you don't complain.

Would it be possible for me
to have a quick look

at Louie's stuff,
like maybe his car?

What for?

Well, give me an idea
of what Louie was...

I don't see any need
for anyone to go poking around

in our property.

Well, like you,
I'm just after answers.

You want an answer?

Arrest Tyler Wicks,

or we're gonna
start making some noise.

Any of the Boyds ever get
their hands dirty in the garden?

I do. I grow lots of plants,

but mostly herbs.
I'm Beatrice.

Hi. Uh, Alexa Crowe.

I'm so sorry
for your loss.

You must still
be in shock.

That's an understatement.

I'm looking into a few things
for the police,

to get to the bottom
of what happened here.

Great.

Your parents
seem pretty keen

for the police
to make an arrest.

That won't
bring Louie back.

You don't want
justice for him?

Tyler made a mistake.

It was an accident.

Are you sure about that?

Tyler knew how much
I loved Louie.

He'd never
put me through this.

Sure, he was tough,

but we would chat,
about my studies and that.

I'm doing
a phytotherapy degree.

Flowers?
Botanical remedies.

I believe that we can cure
most things with plants.

Oh.

Well, I'm more
a yeasty sourdough kind of girl.

I can see that
by the state of your irises.

So, do you ever
study native plants?

Poisonous ones?

I'm learning how to help
people, not poison them.

Do you know what you need?
Eyebright.

You can put it
in a smoothie or a salad.

Oh.

Thanks. I think.

Oh, God.

Well, I knew they needed a chef,

so I called up a buddy
in recruitment.

And that's New Zealand for you.

You're only ever two degrees
of separation

from someone
who owes you a favor.

You're not
going in that house.

I'm already there.

With a potential murderer.
Goodness sake, Reuben,

if you're right and your mate
Tyler didn't do it,

then somebody else killed Louie
and set him up to take the fall.

Yeah, she's right, Reuben,
it could be dangerous.

So I'll hide the knives.

Funny.
He thinks it's a joke.

Alexa, you know
why I'm doing this.

Tyler's the guy who believed
in me, bankrolled me

when nobody else would.

I can't just sit around
and do nothing.

Alright,
then she's going with you.

Yeah, you need
a sous chef, alright,

and Madison knows her way
around the kitchen.

Yeah. You can do the cooking
for the Boyds,

and I will be
your glamorous assistant.

Okay, great. It's a plan.

You watch out
for one another.

'Cause if Tyler
didn't kill Louie...

Somebody else did.
I got it.

And they're still living
in that house.

Hope these meet
with your approval, Chef.

Not bad for a noob,
I suppose.

Man, their magazine
subscriptions

must cost more than my rent.

Ah, yes, that's a favorite.

Feel free to have a flick
through, in your break.

Uh, Reuben, make sure
the crab ravioli is al dente.

Of course, Mrs. Boyd. Can't bear flabby pasta.

No way. Reminds me of the Gold Coast.

In this world, there is a type.

Yeah, is that why
you stopped chefing?

Something like that.

Well, you wanted to be here,
buddy, so that's on you.

Yeah, yeah.
Well, maybe get what you need

so we can wrap this up, and
I can go back to my nice cafe

with my nice customers.

I'm going to go
and get you some fresh herbs.

It may take a while.

Hey.
Oh.

Sorry.
Hi.

Uh, I'm... I'm Madison,
the new chef's assistant.

Holden.

Welcome to the Boyd
family freak show.

Have we got
any frozen pizza?

Oh, you're not coming
to the lunch?

Mum instructed me to go,
but once she and Dad get on it,

they're not gonna notice
if I'm not there.

Can you get me some fries? Oh, sure.

Uh, from the Burger Shack
drive-thru.

I only like
authentic fries,

not ones made from potatoes
like the last guy used to do.

Drive-thru.
Uh, it's no problem.

Oh, better get this,
but I'm on it.

Good morning.

Hey, how was
your first day, Chef?

I'm finding my way around.

What time should
I arrive for lunch?

You managed to
wrangle an invite?

Sadly, Malcolm Boyd doesn't
seem to want me hanging around.

But I certainly
look the part.

Hey.

I need you
to get me something.

Normally I'd avoid pasta, but
who doesn't secretly love carbs?

Guilty.

But I have to get them
down me before 6:00.

My immune system is compromised.
An illness in my 20s.

Yes, she lost a kidney,
you know.

And I don't want to lose
the other one.

Cheers.

Hey, Eric,
how much do you reckon...

Quentin!
Be with you in a sec.

Excuse me, madam.
Louie's wallet and keys.

I know
animals don't want to die,

which is why
you shouldn't eat them.

But plants are sentimental
beings, too, like dogs.

Dogs are
sentimental beings, too.

Sentient, yeah. I know.

Madison? Beatrice Boyd.

Beatrice Boyd,
my assistant, Madison.

It's nice to meet you.Hiya.

This has been so great.

If you ever want to talk
medicinal herbs, hit me up.

Sure.

I'm also studying edibles.

You know where to find me.

She seemed nice.

Uh, she was flirting
her face off with you.

Ah, it comes with the territory,
jobs like this.

It's not exactly grieving
girlfriend vibes, though, is it?

Yeah.

Gloves. Eyedrops. Mints.

Oh.

"A great deal from one
St. Ike's old boy to another!"

Storage unit.

Storage card.

Hey.
Hi.

Reuben's still working.

Do you think it's safe
to leave him there alone?

You tell me.

Beatrice Boyd was all over him.

Devastated, grieving
Beatrice Boyd?

Mm-hmm. Well, that's interesting.

I wonder
if all the Boyds' private chefs

get as warm a welcome.

Exactly. I found that
in the wastepaper basket

in Louie's office.
Do you think there was

something going on
between Beatrice and Tyler?

Well, if there was,
and Louie confronted Tyler...

Oh, come on, man.

Did we just find more motive
for Reuben's bestie?

Or maybe if there was
a love triangle, and the person

at the center of it took matters
into her own hands...

Beatrice, yes.
Let's go with that version.

Oh, hi.
Hi.

"Homeostatic mechanisms
of the digestive system."

Sounds interesting.

Uh-huh.

What year of your degree
are you?

Third. So, what are your thoughts

on the doctrine of signatures?
'Cause I find it fascinating.

I'm studying to be
a herbalist, not a lawyer.

Oh, no.
Uh, the doctrine of signatures

is the idea
that humans first discovered

the medicinal qualities
of plants

because their appearances
gave us clues.

Like the walnut's resemblance
to a human skull

means that its oil is good
for injuries to the head.

It's nature literally saying,
"Oh, hey, look at me.

I can help you."

Well, nature is amazing,
so...

yeah.
Except, of course,

that the theory has now been
debunked as theological

and sometimes dangerous.

Why are you talking to me?

Well, like I said,
I-I'm interested.

Are you looking
to score some weed?

Absolutely not.

Then, if you don't mind,
I'm studying.

Dino here.

Hi, Dino. Hey, uh,
I'm hoping you can help me.

I'm having trouble
with my swipe card.

The name's Louie Cutler.

Yeah, you're in arrears.

Come up and pay it now,
and I'll give you access.

Yeah, no,
that's not gonna happen.

Look, I'm...
I'm actually investigating

the murder
of the unit owner.

I'll need to see
some police ID.

Left it at home.

Maybe you could just
come to the unit with me.

No I.D., no access.

Well, thank you very much
for your help anyway.

24 hours to get a warrant.

Or you could just show up
and flash your badge.

Or I could follow protocol
and keep my job.

Ugh. Boring.

One cheese scone to go.

Thank you.

Should I trust him?

You didn't order a side cell.
It's probably okay.

Talk soon.

Yo. Thought working here
might keel you out a bit.

Reuben's got a good spot.

Must be nice
flying under the radar.

Tell me about
the Boyd family.

Holden's a
soda-swilling chump.

Mal's got a mean streak
a mile wide,

and Karin is a blowhard
who inflicts paleo smoothies

on her family every day
with dairy in them.

What about Beatrice? The only decent one.

Never had a problem with her.

Yeah?

You socialize together often?

Ah, yeah. We were
celebrating her exam results.

You know, the word is

that she's already getting
friendly with Reuben.

And by getting friendly,
I mean throwing herself at him.

Doesn't seem much like
the actions of a grieving woman.

Or maybe her relationship
with Louie

wasn't the loving one
her parents think.

What, do you think
Bea did it,

put the shoots
in my basket?

I dunno. She's studying
medicinal use of flora.

She ought to be able to identify
poisonous native plants.

You're barking up
the wrong tree.

Clever.

Beatrice loved
that dropkick Louie.

I don't know why.
I wish it wasn't true,

but she loved him.

And the reason she's flirting
with Reuben could be

exactly the same reason
she flirted with me.

And what's that?

Bacon. Young vegans'
biggest downfall.

Oh, that's Beatrice Boyd's
deep, dark secret?

Well, there is
something else.

I can tell you why Beatrice

doesn't know her daisies
from her daffodils.

Because ever since he started
working there,

Tyler has been helping her
with her homework.

Is that a euphemism?
Nah.

She's been failing
all her courses.

He got her across the line
on her third-year assignment.

So this is a woman
who intends setting up

an actual practice
after she graduates?

Remind me to avoid.

And Tyler reckons that she
was too much in love with Louie

to want him dead, so...

Plus, if she was
flunking her course,

would she even know
that tutu shoots are deadly?

Again, remind me
to avoid this practice.

Ah.

I found this in the glove box
of Louie's car.

"A great deal from one
St. Ike's old boy to another!"

So I wonder if Malcolm Boyd
was an old boy.

Nope. Went to state
high school on the shore,

but let me try...

Holden Boyd.
Debating club, fencing.

So yeah, Holden and Louie
were at St. Ike's together.

Louie was
a couple years ahead.

You know, all this talk
about elite private schools

puts me in mind of hazing
and schoolboy pranks.

Like shaving eyebrows off
for lolz?

Exactly like that.

So I wonder if whoever
shaved off Louie's eyebrow

was sending a message.

One old boy to another.

Let's go.

10 seconds. Let's go.
Come on.

Holden Boyd?
Alexa Crowe.

Just like to ask you a few
questions about Louie Cutler.

Grab a coffee, bro.

You're the detective, right? Yeah.

I thought Mum and Dad
told you where to go.

Well, they value
their privacy,

and I certainly respect that.

But, hey, uh,
this was found in Louie's car.

Any idea who sent it? Yeah.

Me.

But I was being sarcastic.

There was no "deal."

Dad just bought the car
for Louie from my dealership.

You have a dealership? Yeah.

Dad likes to keep me busy.

Why did he give Louie a car?

He liked him,
for some reason.

You don't feel the same way?

My sister's never had
great taste in men.

So, Mal gives him a car.

Anything else? What do you mean?

Louie wasn't a gold digger,
was he?

I mean, everything
I've read suggests

that he was wealthy
in his own right.

Yeah. Uh, he was loaded.
Was.

Let's just say he made
some bad investments recently.

Hey, have we got
any lemonade?

Yeah, I can organize that.Sweet.

You know your way out, yeah? Yeah, mm-hmm.

I think we
need to know more

about Louie's
investment portfolio.

Well, there's a list
of companies in the case file.

Good.

See what you can dig up
on Mr. Universe there.

Holdy?

Hello.

I can't think of one reason
why she would be

in my son's room. Looking for Holden.

I wanted to see if he
wanted fries again tonight.

There you go.
Easy explanation.

I'd feel more comfortable
if you replaced her,

Reuben. Today.

Look, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Boyd.

It's just, um...

Holden is smart and friendly

and so handsome
and charming. I...

Really? Holden?

He's amazing.

Well, yes. Yes, but you're
not here to lust after my son.

No, I-I promise I-I'll keep
my mind on the job from now on.

Well, I'd appreciate that,
Madison.

Sorry, Chef.

Are we good?

Uh, 'cause you have
two dinner parties this week,

and we need
to keep planning.

Consider this
a first warning.

Thank you so much,
Mrs. Boyd.

That was amazing.

I know.

Hello again.
I'm standing at the address

of a company that Louie
invested 100 grand in.

There's nothing here!

Wait, what do you mean,
nothing?

I mean Sinnet Drol Investments
is an empty bit of dirt.

The company director
is, um,

Ryoma "Ichizen"?
Echizen?

You're kidding.
You know him?

Yeah,
he's an anime character

in this obscure series
called "Lord of Tennis."

So our victim
invested 100 grand

in a nonexistent company
run by an anime character?

And guess who loves anime?

Are you talking about me?

Oh, um...

Sorry, I didn't mean
to scare you again.

No, I... Uh, yes.

Um, I was telling my friend

that you and I
share a passion for anime.

I heard
you were in my room.

This is very embarrassing.

Um, I'm normally
a lot cooler than this.

It's... It's no drama.

You know, you've got
some pretty awesome stuff.

Did I see a 1980
Boba Fett action figure?

Yeah. Pretty rare. Right?

It's amazing.

Do you get a break
anytime soon?

Hey, thanks for getting me
my fries all the time.

It's my pleasure.

The last chef used to go off
his nut when I asked him.

Is that why he got sacked?

He got sacked
'cause my folks think

he poisoned Bea's boyfriend.

Oh. Did he?

I guess. I mean,

Louie ate his dinner
and then, you know, died.

So you do the math.

You don't seem that cut up,
if you don't mind me saying.

Sometimes people
get what they deserve.

If Louie were here now,
he'd be bossing you around,

no please or thank you.

Huh. Sounds pleasant.

Want to know a secret?

I've got a members app
for the Burger Shack.

Oh, right.

And let's just say I have
more than enough points

for two super large
combo meals.

That is impressive.

So how about it?

What, you'd like me to go
and pick up a combo for you?

No, I-I want
to take you to dinner.

Oh, wow. Um,

that is an amazing invitation,
but I have to work.

Your next day off,

there's a sixer and nuggets
with your name on it.

Burger Shack?

Holden's ideal place
for a first date.

I feel kind of bad
for leading him on, but then

he also stole 100 grand from
his sister's boyfriend, so...

He has a society bank account
called Sinnet Drol.

That's "Lord of Tennis"
backwards, by the way.

Oh, yeah, I noticed that.

And there's
Louie's investment.

But the day after
it's deposited here,

it goes straight out again
to the JVK Day charity.

Bullying prevention?

Why?
I mean, guilt for scamming him?

Or revenge.

I mean, Holden said
that Louie bullied the staff.

What if he was
a bully at school?

So Holden poisons him

and shaves his eyebrow off
as a final "F" you.

Ah. But unfortunately,

he was with his family
on the boat.

Was he?

You know something?

Spill.
Mm.

Oh, you know something,
but you're not going to tell.

Just like you do
all the time.

Ooh, it's frustrating,
isn't it?

His Burger Shack app.
You checked the order history.

Aw, what?

Well, thank you
for ruining my moment.

Come on.

Yes, according to the app,
Holden was in the city

buying a shake and fries from
the Burger Shack drive-thru.

So he was not on the boat.

Good work, Madison.

Yeah, yeah.

Kia ora.

Thank you.

Guessing you're not here
to test-drive a Ferrari.

Sorry, I am really busy.

Yeah, I-I'll keep it brief.

Why did you lie about being
on the family yacht trip

the night Louie died? I didn't lie.

I was on the yacht.

You bailed early.

You got off at the Bay
of Islands, and you flew home.

Okay, sure.

Dad was on my case.

What about?

About scamming Louie
out of $100,000,

or was it something else?

How... Have you been

going through
my personal business?

So you scammed Louie,

I'm guessing as payback
for bullying you at school.

But why'd you poison him?

What?

I didn't kill him.

What did you do when you
walked into the bathroom

and found Louie
lying on the floor?

That's not a fair question.

What did you do?

I don't have to say.

Come on, Holden.

I shaved
his eyebrow off, okay?

But... But I didn't know
that he was sick.

I just thought
that he was drunk.

You know, any half-decent
lawyer would really question

how you could mistake
a dying man for a drunk one.

Have you seen
the security footage?

He was lurching
all over the place.

He was falling into walls.

That's the effects
of severe tutin poisoning.

And you only saw that footage
after the fact.

Isn't that right, Holden?

You made him cry.

Did I? Jury's out.

Wow, you actually made a murder
suspect cry. Is that a first?

They usually bawl when you're
leading them away, don't they?

Not when I am very gently asking
them reasonable questions.

Oh, is that what you do? Yeah.

And anyway,
before the snot and the tears,

I'm just not sure
that Holden's the type to kill.

Not that there is a type.

Right, if we've learned
anything over the years.

Here's your search warrant
for Louie's storage unit,

by the way.
Ooh! For me?

Thanks. I can't wait to shove
this in the manager's face.

Sorry?

By which I meant politely
handing it over for his perusal.

I understand you visited
my son's dealership today.

Yes, I did.

I will be filing a police
complaint for harassment.

Well, Detective Henare
is right down there,

so that could
save you some time.

Plus, you can tell him
why your family misled the po

about Holden being
on the yacht trip.

Holden had nothing to do
with what happened.

What could he possibly
have against Louie?

Well, Louie bullied him
all through high school.

Oh, please. High school?
Everyone's moved on.

Apparently not Holden.

There's always silly
bickering in families.

It doesn't mean anything.

Why don't you ask Holden
about the investment advice

he gave Louie
shortly before he died?

I will not.

I came here to tell you
to leave my son alone.

You were supposed to be
gathering evidence

against Tyler Wicks,

but I can see I have
to do your job for you.

I found this on Louie's phone.
I'm warning you!

Bea is not interested
in an old creep like you.

Put the phone down. You can't even cook!

I've never had so much gastro
in my life

until I started eating
your filthy food!

Put the phone down
so I can knock your teeth out!

You found that on Louie's...

What were you doing
going through Louie's phone?

That's your concern,

not the fact
that Tyler threatened Louie?

Why didn't you show that
to the police

when you first found it?
Harry, come here.

Mal and I agreed
it would upset Beatrice.

Hello, Detective.
Hello.

For some reason,
she has a soft spot for Tyler.

She still refuses to believe

that he deliberately
killed Louie.

So you're
protecting Beatrice?

That's all I ever do, Alexa.

Protect my children.

But I hired someone
who has harmed my daughter,

taken her future away.

And I will have to live with
that for the rest of my life.

Would you be so kind
as to send us that video?

Certainly.

Making a murder suspect cry,
not a first,

but having one run home
and tell tales to Mama,

that's a new one.

Yeah.

Dino, I'm here with a warrant
from my friends at the police

to search that storage unit.

Now, that wasn't so hard,
was it?

Oh, man, what a tip.

Well, either Louie
was a bit of a pig,

or someone's been here
before us.

And trashed the place?
Why?

Searching for something.

You know, the payments
on this place

started about the time
he moved in with Beatrice.

And what would Louie
have died...

And who else
was looking for it?

Well, Dino's CCTV should be
able to tell us who's been here.

So I guess that's our
entertainment for the evening.

Well, I have
a three-course dinner

to prepare for
Family of the Year,

so you'll be scrolling
on your own.

Great.

Oh, look, Chowder.
Another empty corridor.

Well, hello, Karin.

Oh, I found out Louie had
a storage unit months ago.

Didn't think anything of it.

But when he died,
Bea was so heartbroken.

I wanted to check
his belongings to make sure

there wasn't anything else
to upset her even more.

Like what?
Oh, I don't know.

He was a party boy
when they met.

Who knows what relics
from his old life

might have been in there?

I knew at some point
she'd go through it,

so I got there first.

And was there anything?
No.

Thank God.

Now, I have an interior designer
due, so if that's all...

Sure, I'll see myself out.

Hello.

Heard you were back
to bother us.

Oh, am I interrupting
something?

Yeah, we're celebrating.

Beatrice got
an A-plus for her assignment.

Oh, well, congratulations.Thanks.

Mind if I ask you
a couple of quick questions?

Yeah, we would, actually,

after the offensive things
you said to Holden.

Well, what
was I supposed to think?

The boy bails
on a family yacht trip

the same night that Louie died,

and nobody said anything
to the police.

It wasn't relevant.
We know who killed Louie.

It was Tyler Wicks.Dad.

It's true, sweetheart.

Beatrice.

I saw a video of Louie yelling
at Tyler for hanging around you.

Well, he sometimes got jealous.
Showed he cared.

And Tyler did have
an unhealthy interest.

Scumbag.
And what about lately?

Have you seen Tyler,
spoken to him?

Of course she hasn't.
The man killed her fiancé.

Beatrice?

Nope.

Not a word.

Okay. Well, thanks.

So you were helping Beatrice
with her uni assignments,

'cause, let's face it,
she's not the brightest bulb.

Uh-huh. But she just got an A-plus

on her latest work.

Were you helping her
with that, too?

I haven't had any contact
with the Boyds

since I got the boot, so no.

Hey, Alexa.
Look, I did a deep dive

into Louie's old
social media accounts,

anything he'd hidden
or deleted,

did an image match search,
and look what came up.

Here he is using the account
name of L Cutty Grass.

It hasn't been active
for five years,

but pre-Beatrice,
he was a player.

Yeah, that's what Karin said.Mm.

Well, that's interesting.
This album here,

he has the privacy settings
set to just him.

Do it, do it, do it.

Oh.
Who's the sexy lady?

He saved the pics
from his own device,

so I can't see
who they've come from.

Looks like she's got
a surgical scar.

Oh, wow.

Oh, you know something?
No.

Dish.

And there's absolutely no way
you know about this.

I heard Karin speaking about
an operation when she was young.

A kidney removed.

Well.

Okay, this looks like
it's a shared computer.

Can you get into it?
Uh-huh.

Family photos, work stuff.

Oh, there's
a file called Beatrice.

That might be it.

I think we just found
exactly what we're looking for.

What are you doing?

Why are you
in my parents' room?

Uh, we have a bit
of a situation.

Who are you talking to?

Who is this? Holden, don't mind Madison.

She's just trying
to figure out

which of your parents
killed Louie.

No. I have no time to talk.

Have an urgent staffing matter
to attend to.

Oh, right.

The thing about Madison
snooping in your room? Yeah.

Kind of unfortunate,

but gives me a chance
to talk to you

about that affair you had
with Louie six years ago.

And before you deny it,
I've seen the pictures.

The ones that you sent him.

That's what
you were looking for

that day at the storage unit,
wasn't it?

But little did you know
that he had saved

a whole heap of them
in a private album.

Have you told anyone?

Please. Please don't.

Mal and I...

were going through
a rough patch.

I met Louie
at an event, and

it was a stupid,
stupid midlife crisis.

Lasted maybe two months.

Must have been interesting
when, a couple of years later,

your precious daughter
walked in hand-in-hand

with your long-buried
dirty secret.

Louie was
as shocked as I was.

When we got a moment alone,

we both agreed
never to mention it, ever.

Just seems like
maybe someone else

did find out about it.

Maybe Mal?

My husband is
a sweet and loving man.

He would not hurt a fly.

So what would you rather...

that he finds out
you had an affair with Louie,

or that you killed him?

See, I'm 99% sure
that you did kill him.

The other 1% involves finding
out whether Mal knew or not.

Maybe I'll just go ask him. No, no, no.

No.

Oh, because then it would
all be pointless, right?

I mean, Louie's dead,
and Malcolm finds out.

Sure, Louie promised
never to tell anyone,

but you still couldn't relax

with him about to become
part of your family.

You were terrified every day of
your secret somehow coming out.

You decided
to bury it again.

Tyler said you insisted

on making smoothies
for your family every morning...

the perfect way
to slowly poison Louie

with everyday
over-the-counter eye drops.

You made him sick
but not sick enough.

Tetrahydrozoline poisoning
takes months,

and you had a wedding
coming up.

You're suggesting I somehow
have a wide knowledge

of poisonous plants? Well, you do,

because you help Beatrice
with her study.

In fact, you did it for her.

Oh, please.

Tyler did it for the nine
months that he was working here.

But before he arrived,
it was all you.

That's what Madison
was looking for in your room,

and that's what she found.

In Beatrice's
first-year studies,

you read
that the tutu plant

could be found in native bush
all over Auckland.

So you went foraging.

You snuck in early, the morning
of your yacht trip departure,

and replaced Tyler's
wild asparagus

which you knew he'd be using
in the stir fry

you instructed him
to make for Louie.

Thanks to your efforts
with the eye drops,

Louie's immune system
was already weak.

The tutu plant just pushed him
over the edge.

I had no choice.

I begged Louie
to leave her.

I offered him money.

He refused.

He loved her.

But all I could see
was this unbearable future,

Louie at every family event.

I didn't want to hurt him.

But my husband,
my family,

they're everything.

Ah, good.

Please don't tell them why.

Just don't tell them why.

This woman was
trespassing in my bedroom.

Stealing, I'd say.

Hello, darling. Oh, hi, sweetheart.

I'm just going to, um...

pop down to the station
for a bit.

Karin?

Karin? What... Well, great work, team.

Hear that, Reuben?
We're a team now.

Uh, no, thanks.
Get me back to my cafe.

My undercover days
are over.

Okay, so,
gather 'round, guys.

This is the first dish
that Tyler taught me.

And here's what this guy
taught me.

Do we get to vote
on which one of these is best?

Well, just enjoy it.

It's the least I could do
for all of you. Even you.

You're welcome, mate.
And this guy is wasted here.

Why don't you come
and work for me?

I've got a super yacht contract
lined up.

Nah, this place
is more my style.

You don't miss
the excitement?

No, of course he doesn't.
Pfft.

There is something to be said
for just walking away

from all that
and choosing an easy life.

Right. Is that
what you've done, Alexa?

I tried. Oh, not very hard.

Look, there's a guy who keeps
inviting me to coffee

with an ulterior motive.

Oi. It's getting cold.

Do you want me to stop?

She does not. So, moving on?

Hey, oh, what's this?

Ravioli.

What?