All language subtitles for My_Life_Is_Murder_S01E05[_56985]_Legendas01.ENG

Points for optimism.

I mean, you can hit it
40 times at this time of day.

It doesn't make a difference.
It's a timed cycle, you know?

Traffic always wins.

We just do it to make ourselves
feel in control.

I mean, look at us
all feeling better.

Open up to warrior 2.

Exhale.
Wider stance.

Knee aligns with your ankle.

Flip your palm.

Warrior 2, exhale.

Straighten your front leg.

Shift your body weight
to the front.

Arm comes down to the mat.

Opposing arm to the sky.

Don't allow anything
to distract you.

Look up at your hand
if you can.

Cartwheel your hand
to the mat.

So, unpleasant coincidence
or what?

Madison.

Why didn't she take out
a full-page ad?

- You seemed quite, uh...
- Oh, God, here we go.

What's the word?
Well, surprisingly flexible.

Oh, well,
it's supposed to be relaxing.

How's that going for you?

All right till you showed up.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
buster.

- I'm not interested.
- You're always interested.

Plus I got you coffee.
Hold this.

You've got two minutes
to excite me.

Victim's name
is Christina Cortez.

22 years old.

Assistant at a P.R. place.

She was out partying
just over a year ago,

and she gets
an anonymous Snapchat message.

Leaves the bar.

P.R. and social media
sounds right up my alley.

You gonna give me a chance?

Ten minutes after
she gets the message,

Christina's involved
in a fatal hit-and-run.

So isn't that a case
for major collisions?

Oh, we know who hit her.

Joanne Argus.
Drunk driver.

She panicked
and left the scene.

Handed herself in
two days later.

So case closed.

Except the driver swears

that somebody pushed the girl
in front of her car.

- Well, did she get a good look?
- No.

She was convicted
of a lesser charge.

Released last week.
She's gone to ground.

What'd it say
in the Snapchat message?

Nobody knows.
Deleted automatically.

We traced it back
to the victim's office.

Turns out she quit
that afternoon.

So you want me to investigate
a hit-and-run

where the driver's
already been caught?

Yep.

'Cause there's
a mysterious message.

Uh-huh.

Because some drunk driver

says somebody
may have pushed the victim?

You son of a gun.

Who'd she work for?

Morgana Finch?

The Morgana Finch,
P.R. legend,

social-media star.

Of course I know her.
Can't believe you don't!

Isn't the whole point of P.R. to
get the product some attention,

not the person hawking it?

God, in the future,

everybody's gonna want
15 minutes of privacy.

I mean, you seem to know
my every move,

and you're even telling Kieran.

It was a yoga class
in the park.

I didn't think it was
classified information.

No one likes a dobber,
Madison.

Oh, yes, we do.

Someone dobs on someone else,
case closed, justice done,

we all go home early,
have a bubble bath.

Well, I won't tell Kieran
what you really think of him.

Okay, fine.
I'll unsync our calendars.

But don't blame me

if I interrupt
your precious private time.

Wait a minute. What do you mean,
"unsync our calendars"?

Are you tracking my plans?

Well, as if
you didn't know that.

I think I'd remember!

Yeah, so, this mystery message.
Sounds interesting.

Do they really delete
those messages,

or are they just
sitting on a server

waiting for some clever chick
with no respect for boundaries?

The message came
from an anonymous account

created that night.

The I.P. address
matches the victim's office.

Former office.
She quit.

It was sent 10 minutes
before Christina died,

and the account
hasn't been used since.

Was Morgana Finch
in the office that night?

Yes, plus a few junior members
of staff, and a cleaner.

We need to know
what's in that message.

- Oh, yeah, that's simple.
- Great!

Yeah, I was lying.
It's impossible.

Anytime you can,
sooner would be better.

Love your work.

Mrs. Cortez?

Hi.

Um, I'm Alexa Crowe.
I'm very sorry for your loss.

I don't know you.

No, I assist the police.

I've told them
everything I know.

You haven't told me.

It was her dream job.

At first it was all,
"Morgana this, Morgana that."

Always together.

Parties.
Events.

At first?
And then something changed?

Those last few months,
Christina was not the same.

One minute she'd be laughing,
the next in tears.

She tried to hide it from me,
but I knew.

Now, that night,
Christina crossed the road.

There was mud on her shoes,
but it doesn't make sense.

Why would she cross the street
in high heels

to stand
where there is no pavement?

I don't know.

You said you were helping.

Her keys were still
in her handbag.

She wasn't holding them
like a weapon,

like you do
when you're alone at night.

So maybe she went to meet
someone that she knew,

someone she trusted.

You want to know what really
happened to my daughter?

Ask the woman
who broke her heart.

Ask Morgana Finch.

Those shoes,
they're spectacular,

but I'd probably
break an ankle.

Oh, you'd get used to it.

I could probably run
a half-marathon in them now.

Still, I draw the line
at the boot camp.

Morgana says that the point
isn't to walk in them.

- The point is to own them.
- Ahh.

Also, they're an investment.

You know, you look after
these babies,

and they last you forever.

Have you worked here long?

Yeah, I started
straight out of school.

Wow. Lucky girl.
Great opportunity.

So, um, sorry, how long did you
say you've known Morgana?

Oh, feels like forever.

You know, for a great woman
she has really been

through some tough times.

Yes. She's, um... She's been
through a lot to get here.

Were you here when her
previous assistant passed away?

Christina was her name.

Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't know.
She's your friend?

No, I, um... I was on reception
back then.

She didn't really talk
to anyone except Morgana.

And that would be me.

It's chilly in here.

- Your aircon on the blink?
- Didn't notice.

Miss Crowe, you're not here
to talk about the temperature.

No, not really.
I'm a friend of Rosa Cortez.

Does she need help?
Is this about money?

No, no,
I don't think so, no.

Look, you've already been
quite generous, I think.

Your company
paid for the funeral.

Not exactly.

Well, the wake, then.
It was really kind.

I just don't understand
what else I can do.

They caught the driver.
Some drunk, wasn't it?

Oh, well, see, the family seems
to think there was more to it.

I mean, it happens.

You live on adrenaline
and survival skills,

waiting for answers.

It sucks the air out,
really does.

Yes, it's awful.

Your 11:30.

I've put them
in the Witherspoon room.

Thank you, Zoe.

So you were here
working late that night?

Must have been devastating.

Yes.
It was.

The police think
that someone here that night

sent a message to Christina,
but no one seems to know who.

Well, it could have
been anyone.

You can never tell who's
going to walk in our door next.

I really have to get
to these clients,

but Zoe here will help you
with whatever you need.

We have nothing to hide.

Well, thank you.

Anything for Christina's family.

She was one of us.

I'll see myself out.

Cor, all these pictures.

Must be like
looking in a mirror.

This was Christina's.

This is all the stuff
that she left here.

And Morgana wouldn't let us
just chuck it, so...

Oh.

Oh, so you guys really do

those crazy boot camps
every lunch break?

They were a bit shouty at first,
but now we're all obsessed.

Morgana's an icon.

You've got to be obsessive
to be that successful, huh?

It's about discipline
and determination.

Gosh, Morgana must really have
cared about Christina

to make you keep
all this stuff.

Christina's mother said
she was

a bit emotional
in those last few months.

A bit?

It was like
emotional roulette.

We never knew where
she was gonna land.

And she and Morgana weren't
getting on towards the end?

Look, we all knew
that it was gonna blow over.

I mean, Christina wasn't gonna
leave Morgana and this place.

Why would she?

Why would anyone?
Morgana is amazing.

- Right?
- Mm!

Oh.

Speak of the devil.

Um...

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Oh, pussycat.
Oh, what you doing down there?

Come out.

I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.

I prostrate myself
at your humble paw.

Come on.

Okay, have it your way.

All the way through.
All the way to the end!

No stopping, no slowing down.
All the way through!

Good! Good job.

Breathe it out, breathe it in.
Good job.

Good job, good.

Breathe it out.
Good job.

Breathe.
Breathe it in.

Gesundheit!

I thought
you took care of that.

Look, antihistamines
can only do so much.

- Where is the furry creature?
- Oh, he's in hiding.

I offended him by offering him
some home-brand tuna.

It's a protest.

Everything I can find
on our friend, Morgana Finch.

For me?!

Passport checks, bank details.

ASIC reports
and the tax stuff isn't from me.

Wow.
"Friend" is a very strong word.

Then you're not in the club.

Victim's mother aside, no one
has a bad word to say about her.

- Yeah?
- They call her the Golden Girl.

Golden what?

The Golden Girl.
Literally.

No, nobody's that popular.

It's the standard fairy tale.

Drops out of uni,
nabs big clients early.

You know,
makes a lot of noise.

She's a social-media darling.

Makes it all look easy

and then goes home
with squillions.

Well, Christina's mother
suspects an affair.

What do we know
about this woman's love life?

What, you really don't
read the tabloids?

Morgana's private life is about
as public as you can get.

She had a string of high-profile
boy and girlfriends

before she got married
five years ago.

Ohh!
This is the accountant.

Yep, Jackson Netto.

Everything seemed fine...
they even started IVF...

until things went south
two months after Christina died.

Nasty divorce, was it?

No, settled.
Done and dusted in one week.

- What?
- Yeah, it's all in there.

She got the company, he got out.

Oh, "musical differences,"
I expect.

"Work-life balance."

- Stop it.
- I know!

Never heard of it before
either.

Anyway, look, I got to go.

Sorry you struck out
on the glamazon.

Bless you.

Get a dog!

Don't you listen to her.

Namaste.

Namaste.
Mr. Finch, is it?

That's my ex-wife's name.
You here about Morgana?

- Mint?
- No, thank you.

You sure?

'Cause "a mint's a hint,"

as my old oma used to say,
but in German.

Didn't rhyme.

Was there something...?

I just love this space.

It must be amazing
for the work-life balance.

I mean, long way
from accounting.

Journo, are you?

Oh, more a professional
stickybeak.

I'll save you some time.

Morgana and I
were happily married,

we grew apart, and now we don't
hate each other.

Because there were
some crazy stories circulating

after the death
of Christina Cortez.

Some people like to bring you
down to their level.

- Gossip is currency.
- Yeah.

Still not nice, you know,

hearing about your wife
and someone else.

You did break up right after.

That girl dying was tragic, but
it had nothing to do with us.

You do seem at peace,
you know, here.

I tried to give yoga a whirl.

But frankly, it's a lot
of farting and activewear

that early in the morning.

Oh!

My word!

- Bamboo composite.
- Yeah?

New technology.

Cor.

You'd never spot that
as a fake, would you?

The things people
get away with these days.

Namaste.

Yeah, you have
a nice day too.

Hey. Cocktail of the week.
Want one?

No, thanks.
Health kick.

Oh, yeah, body's a temple.
Mm. Me too.

But sometimes don't you
just want to break the rules?

You spoke to my ex-husband.

Wow, he didn't waste any time
telling you.

You know, it's nice to see

that you two are so close
despite the sudden split.

I didn't realize Rosa Cortez
had friends in the police.

Oh, she doesn't.
I quit.

Well, not entirely.

Okay, what gave it away?
Is it the posture?

It was the posture, right?

I take it this is
an official investigation.

I was asked to form a view.

I was thinking that maybe
your sudden divorce

had something to do
with Christina,

'cause maybe
Jackson heard the rumors

that you two were more than,
uh, friends, you know?

Then he shoved her
in front of the car?

You tell me.

Christina worked for me.

My divorce was amicable.

I'm asking you nicely.

Leave this alone.

Enjoy your drink.

Is that Christina's
stuff from the office?

Yep.

Small stuff's always
the sad stuff, isn't it?

Small stuff's always
the big stuff.

How are you going
with that missing message?

Ah, no bueno
on the Snapchat message,

but I did find something weird
in Christina's laptop.

It's Morgana's calendar.

Oh, yeah?
Synced, was it?

Well, funny you should ask.

Christina and Morgana shared
a bunch of appointments together

before Christina died.

They're the only entries
in their diaries

that don't specify
a client's name.

Scheduling an affair?
Saucy.

Well, the weird thing
is the pattern.

Check it out.

Early mornings,
every second day for a week.

Then things hotted up mid month

with two full days blocked out,
then nada for two weeks.

But then the pattern repeats
the next month.

Same pattern?

Yeah, two months in a row,
the exact same pattern.

And it was
in both their diaries?

And Jackson and Morgana
didn't have kids.

Five rounds of IVF.

They did a tabloid exclusive
in 2017.

"Morgana's family pain."

Of course they did.

What, you think
this is linked to that?

I have an idea what Christina
and Morgana were up to,

and it wasn't an affair.

- You again.
- Hi!

No, good,
thanks for asking.

Our launch is in 20 minutes.
We don't have time for this.

Wow, big week for you, huh?

All your hard work
about to bear fruit.

I will meet you ladies
in the car.

You look great.
Beautiful.

You clearly have
something to say.

Oh, yeah, you know,

the not drinking,

the hot flushes even though
it's 18 degrees in here.

The repeated appointments
with Christina?

How are the hCG levels going?

I mean, it's all about
to happen soon, isn't it?

This is
none of your business.

Yeah, no, of course not.

But I'm guessing it was
Christina's business

'cause it's her eggs
you're using.

I said no at first,
but she insisted on helping.

- And you just couldn't resist.
- Everything was aboveboard.

I insisted on full counseling,

legal advice before she signed
anything binding.

And your husband, Jackson,
was all right with all this?

I'm guessing
he'd be the father.

He just wanted me
to be happy.

So if everything
was just happy families,

why did Christina quit?

All those hormones
in her system, it's hell.

She was just emotional.

And you're convinced
that's all it was?

What else could it be?

Christina donates her eggs
to her boss.

Weird workplace dynamic
becomes even ickier.

She was adamant that Christina
was happy for it to go ahead.

Well, you'll be pleased
to learn

Morgana's been paying
a hefty storage fee

to a fertility clinic
in South Yarra for 14 months.

So she's still
storing the eggs.

You know,
Christina quit very suddenly.

Maybe she had
a change of heart.

That wouldn't have
gone down well with Morgana.

Yeah.

Yeah, Christina changes
her mind,

prospective parents
distraught.

Someone's desperate,
someone steps in,

and then someone's dead.

Something like that.

Is it weird that Morgana
and Jackson drove a car

that looks just like the one
that hit Christina?

Ohh!

Zen, my ass!

You were right.

The front of Jackson Netto's car
had been repaired.

According to the panel beater,

his car collected a bollard
at his local supermarket

the day after Christina died.

Convenient.
Witnesses?

Half a dozen.

Any damning evidence
becomes doubtful.

Or dodgy as heck.

Either way,
the loving husband.

Loving ex-husband.

Maybe Jackson was covering
for Morgana.

One hiccup, though.

Joanne Argus confessed
to running Christina down.

I know, I know.

Should I ask you
where you're going?

Walk in the park.

Find me that missing message,
would you?

There you go, buddy.
Thanks.

Thanks.

Oh, you're in luck.
It's minestrone today.

Oh, actually, could I just,
uh, have a cup?

Oh, yeah.

I reckon it needs more salt.

Everyone else is worried about
the coriander

in the Thai chicken.

Oh.
Tastes soapy?

Well, they say that.
You don't like minestrone?

I've got some leftover
sandwiches from last night.

No, the soup is great.
Could use some bread, maybe.

Listen, I'm not really here
for the soup.

I want to talk to you about
the night Christina Cortez died.

Uh, there's sandwiches in here,
somewhere.

My name is Alexa Crowe, and I'm
not here to make trouble.

I just want to ask you
a few questions

about the statement you made
concerning that night.

I was a different person
a year ago.

Yeah, weren't we all.

Please.

So that night
you'd been drinking.

- It was a big night?
- They were all big nights.

And it was definitely you
who hit Christina?

Why would I lie about it?

In your statement, you said that
she appeared headfirst,

like someone
pushed into a pool.

You said you caught a glimpse
of someone's arms,

but you didn't have time
to stop.

- Is that right?
- If that's what I said.

See, most people,
when they make up stories

to get themselves
out of trouble,

they add all this
extra detail, like, um,

there was a red-headed woman
with a blue-striped dress,

or a pale fat man with a scar.

But there was none of that
in your statement.

Yeah, there wasn't
a pale fat man with a scar.

But there was definitely
someone else there?

If that's what I said,
then that's what I saw.

Did you get any sense of gender
or hair color? Anything?

- Alexa, is it?
- Yeah.

You want to know
what I remember from that year?

I remember my husband's face

when he left me
after the inquest.

I remember the mother
of that girl crying on TV.

Waking up in my own sick.

But I don't remember
anything else.

And I thank God for that
every single day.

You're doing
a good thing here.

It's a work in progress.

Yep.

Thanks, mate.

See, until Joanne confessed,

all Jackson Netto knew
is that Christina was killed

by a car that matched the one
he shared with Morgana.

So he smashed the car,

and suddenly the damage
has a cover story.

Maybe.

I mean, the people
around Morgana

are just desperate
to do anything she wants.

It's creepy.

But why would he cover for her

and then get divorced
two months later?

Isn't it splitsville
either way?

Well, how many divorces you know
are based in logic?

You've got a little bit
of schmutz on your...

Other side.
There you go.

This isn't about Jackson.
It's about Morgana.

See, Jackson added two and two
and came up with 97.

He knew Morgana intimately,

and the moment he heard
that Christina had been killed,

he thought his wife
had done it.

So what'd he know
that we don't?

Boh.

It's Italian for
"I don't know."

So no word
on the Snapchat message?

Not yet.

But Christina's records do show
a reimbursement

for a medical appointment.

Came through
not long after she died.

But I thought Morgana was paying
for her fertility treatments.

Yeah, I thought so too.

Looks like this appointment
was the week Christina died.

That's the week she quit.

Do we know what it was for?

Looks expensive.

Need a warrant
to get into her medical records.

Alexa?

Alexa, do you want me
to try to get into her records?

Uh, no,
I've got a better idea.

Oh.

Mrs. Olivetti?

It's chockers out here!

Oh, yes, bring me your sick
and your dying.

And turn on a fan!

"Attention must be paid,"
they say.

But they don't do it,
do they?

I mean, the whole world
is spinning around,

and you know
who's paying attention?

Nobody, that's who.

We've talked about
finding ways to relax.

If the yoga's too much,
maybe try some deep breathing.

You know what?
Try with me now.

- No!
- In through the nose...

- No!
- Yes.

No!

Look, Doctor.

I'm very much obliged to you
for your professional opinion.

I mean, you are without a doubt
the most thorough,

and, how can I say...?

Well, "thorough" pretty much
covers it, actually.

Which is why, at this moment,

I need to, uh,
pick your pharmaceutical brain.

This is about
your insomnia.

No, it's about cancer.

Yeah, chemotherapy
in particular.

I mean, there are
some side effects which...

Miss Crowe, we've been
through this.

Searching the Internet can often
lead to some alarming results,

but it's highly unlikely that...

No, it's not me.
It's someone else.

- A friend?
- Murder victim.

Well, sounds like chemo
isn't gonna help.

Oddly enough, it may be
the only thing that can.

I found this
in Christina's notebook.

It's Saint Peregrine Laziosi.
Patron saint of cancer patients.

So you think Christina
had cancer?

I thought maybe it was
for a relative at first,

but then, with the specialist
appointment and the timing...

- Oh, that is so sad.
- Yeah.

If Christina found out
she needed chemotherapy,

she'd be advised to store
her eggs before treatment.

Well, maybe there wasn't time.

Maybe she needed her eggs
for herself.

So you think
Morgana wouldn't give them up?

Well, could explain why
Christina quit so suddenly.

So Christina's got
all these hormones

mucking up her emotions, and
then she gets this awful news.

And then the woman
who she would do anything for

refuses to help her.

Do you think Christina sent
herself a mysterious message

and then arranged
for a car to run her over?

Seems a smidge elaborate.

Well, maybe it's
worth considering.

Or maybe it's worth
leaving this to me,

and you get on with retrieving
the missing message.

Look, there's no way.
Trust me, I've tried everything.

Maybe we need
a better data analyst.

Just kidding. You're always
saying you're the best.

Morgana's used to getting
her own way.

So maybe Christina changing
her mind sent her off the edge.

Finally,
someone says no to her.

You think that's enough
for her to kill?

You'd hate it.

What's this got to do
with me?

Well, you know
exactly what to say and do

to make people do
what you want.

She and I
are nothing alike.

Oh! Why?

Because you're using
your powers for good?

Yeah, for starters.

"Hey, Madison, I bet you
can't find this missing file.

I thought
you were good at this."

Well?

You're so good
at reading everyone else,

sometimes it's like
you can't even see yourself.

I'm outside the bar
where Christina was killed,

but I just don't get it.

Why here?

So many potential witnesses
coming and going.

Aaaah!

Jesus Christ.

One scream,
and our killer is cooked.

I mean, Morgana could have
summoned Christina

to her office any old time
and done it all there.

Well, desperate, stressed-out
people do weird things.

Nah.
No, I'm missing something.

It's bloody annoying.

Okay, tell me this...

Am I the sort of person
who manipulates people?

I think it's very late
for this conversation.

Is that a yes?

That's me wondering
why you're asking.

Something Madison said.

You know she worships you.

Yeah, well,
perhaps she shouldn't.

Perhaps she can't help it.

Listen, it's late.

Why don't you go home, relax,
start again tomorrow?

No. I'm relaxed.
I'm fine.

Well, your lungs
certainly are.

Yeah, okay, going now.
I'm fine.

Say "fine" again.
It's more convincing.

I'm fine.

This had better be good.

I know it's really late.
Figured you'd be up.

You know what?

You know my schedule,

and I would say this is
more early than late.

Those pottery classes
in your calendar.

They're fake, aren't they?
You left them in for me.

And the juggling
and the beekeeping.

Spot those?

So, deuce?

I'm manipulative.
You're a stalker.

Go team.

Yeah, perfect team.

So, got your message.

I, uh, ran the bus routes
that pass the Princes Bar.

Three of them go past
between 10:00 and 11:00 p.m.

But not the night
that Christina died.

There was epic footy traffic
four streets away.

Clogged everything up.

But any other night, the 971 bus
would have been accelerating

right where Christina
was killed at the time she died.

So the Snapchat message
was to get Christina there

at a particular time.

Someone did their homework.

Well, so did I.
All those buses had CCTV.

This was the night before
Christina died.

I mean, it could just be a rando
on the side of the road,

but it's at the exact time
Christina died,

and they were there
for over an hour.

Oh, this is a rehearsal.
Preplanned.

But why bother?

Morgana's still the legal
custodian of the eggs,

and the marriage
with Jackson ended anyway.

What's the motivation?
What changed?

When you're good,
you are very good.

You know, this isn't about
emotion or thwarted plans.

This is about discipline.

Obsession.

Meaning?

Oh, something changed,
all right.

Just nobody noticed it.

Ah, there she is.

What is this?

Some kind of a sick hobby
for you?

You know, this conversation,
this investigation,

this obsession, is over.

Your private hell, Miss Crowe,
does not entitle you

to persecute an innocent member
of the public.

Even if it's for an apology?

'Cause I owe you a big one.

Morgana, I know
you didn't do it.

Whoa.
Shh, shh.

Thank you.

These frickin' meds.

Round after round of this.

It was destroying me.

Destroying my marriage.

I thought Christina's offer
might save everything.

And get you what you wanted.

It seemed so simple.

She was your assistant.

I can't think of anything
more complicated.

You've never gotten too close
to a colleague?

Well, this girl wanted
to please you so much that...

...she got the same haircut,

wore the same clothes,
right down to the shoes.

And when she discovered
that she needed her eggs back,

when she needed you,
you said no.

You don't think
I regret it?

My friend died hating me.

My husband blamed me and knocked
up the first woman he met.

And everyone thinks
it's just some juicy goss

about the Golden Girl.

Not one person asked
if I was okay.

Are you?

I am told

the key to these things
is learning to let go.

Finding a way to be happy
with what you've got now.

I'm not asking for much.

Just this one thing.

And what about
what Christina wanted?

Ah, Morgana Finch?

Yes?

I'll be right in.

I did not kill Christina.

None of this was my fault.

You didn't push her.
That's true.

But I believe you started this
even though you didn't mean to,

and I need your help
to end it.

And I need your phone.

Oh, Morgana's not coming.

I didn't think you'd mind me
faking a message from her.

Call it an homage.

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

Of course you do.

Look.

It's kind of
an age-old question.

Why did Christina
cross the road?

And who did she find there?

It was a great idea...

you know,
pretending to be Morgana,

luring Christina out
with promises to talk.

You all knew
how to impersonate Miss Finch.

She taught you well.

Morgana doesn't care about you,
okay?

No one ever noticed you,
did they?

You'd been there since the day
you finished school.

And then Christina
just waltzes in

and takes
all of Morgana's attention

and then throws it back
in her face.

What's your problem?

You knew you could do

so much better,
didn't you?

- Trouble was...
- Let me go!

...the bloody bus is late.

Typical, right?

There's never one
when you want one, is there?

But you got lucky.

Let me go!

What?

Oh, my God.

Okay, now, what part of this
am I missing?

This is ridiculous.

- I don't have to listen to this.
- No, no.

You know
what really bugs me

is the mud and the grass,
right?

I mean, look.
Look here.

Here.
Mud and grass.

It's just so hard
to get out of the mesh.

The detail on these shoes.

These are Christina's shoes
from that night.

I want to see your shoes
from that night.

You think you're so good,
don't you?

Let me go!

I mean, a lot of people

would have gotten rid
of the evidence

but, well, you know,
these shoes on your wage.

And as you said,
the whole point is to own them.

I'll give you this, Zoe...

You took longer
than I thought you would.

Cops came and got your shoes
this afternoon.

I'm sure forensics
will find something useful.

Oh, they're probably gonna
want to know why you came here

in such a hurry to find them
before anybody else did,

but, you know...

It's sad.

All those lives ruined,

and Morgana barely even notices
that you exist.

You didn't know
that Christina quit, did you?

If you'd waited
just a couple more days,

you would have
had her job anyway.

It's a bloody waste.

♪ I see your monsters ♪

♪ I see your pain ♪

♪ Tell me your problems ♪

♪ I'll chase them away ♪

♪ I'll be your lighthouse ♪

♪ I'll make it okay ♪

♪ When I see your monsters ♪

♪ I'll stand there so brave ♪

♪ And chase them all away ♪

♪ In the dark,
we, we, we stand apart ♪

♪ We, we never see
that the things we need ♪

♪ Are staring right at us ♪

♪ You just want to
hide, hide, hide ♪

♪ Never show
your smile, smile ♪

♪ Stand alone
when you need someone ♪

♪ It's the hardest thing
of all ♪

♪ That you see are
the bad, bad, bad memories ♪

♪ Take your time
and you'll find me ♪

♪ I see your monsters ♪

♪ I see your pain ♪

♪ Tell me your problems ♪

♪ I'll chase them away ♪

♪ I'll be your lighthouse ♪

♪ I'll make it okay ♪

♪ When I see your monsters ♪

♪ I'll stand there so brave ♪

♪ And chase them all away ♪

Oh, I told you I'm fine.

Doesn't mean
you're not hungry.

Lovely.

Now I've got you
doing my dirty work for me.

Strange. Thought I was
getting you to do mine.

Hmm.

Oh, Captain, my Captain.

I'm calling a truce.

I will give you
some of my chips,

but the fish is mine.

- What?
- That cat.

He's all I've got.

He owns you.

And he's not even mine.

No.