All language subtitles for My Life is Murder S04E01 1080p WEB H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng1]

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Oh. Excuse me.
Hi.

Can you take
a photo of me, please?

Yeah, sure.Thanks.

Okay.

[Camera shutter clicking]Work it.

Working it.Yes.

Do a candid one.

Candid?
Like I don't know
you're there.

Right.

Say something funny.
Make me laugh.

I was just going
for a peaceful walk.

[Laughing]

Did you get that?
Sure did.

There you go!

Yeah.
Okay, these are cute.

I just feel like
you're not quite getting it.

Yeah, we'll go again.

Sorry, my boyfriend used
to do this, but, um...

He left you? Yeah. How'd you know?

Okay, we'll just do
a little cute one.
What about that?

Three. Two. One.

[Camera shutter clicks]Got it?

Sure I did. Enjoy.Thanks.

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Hello. Looking very pleased
with yourself.

Yes, well, walking, Harold.
It's good for the soul.

Wow. 8,000 steps.
Not even lunchtime.

Wow, good for you.

What you got?

Lulu Vandervorn.

Rich socialite divorcée.

Was found dead on the beach
at Johnson's Bay.

Lulu was on her way
to a perfume launch party

but never showed up.

Couple of early morning
swimmers found her.

Blood alcohol
was through the roof,

but official cause
of death was dry drowning.

Champagne on the lungs.

Anything else in her system?

Nope.

Coroner's ruled it
death by misadventure,

but several hours
before she died

have never been accounted for.

Early morning Pilates class
and lunch

and a walk with her friend,
Bridget Sandler.

Works in PR.

As of a couple of months ago,

lived with Lulu as a flatmate.

Around 2:00,

Bridget left to set up
the perfume launch.

Said she'd meet Lulu
there at 7:00.

We're assuming Lulu went home
and got changed.

But then no sign of her
until the beach.

Nothing on camera?

Vandalizing cameras
at Johnson's Bay

is somewhat of a sport.

Oh, nudie rudie Johnson's Bay.
Got it.

Victim was fully clothed,
by the way.

I don't know, Harry,
if it looks like a duck,

tastes like a duck...

Yeah, yeah. Party girl
partied too hard, right?

I'm afraid I agree
with the coroner.

How come you don't?

Because, sure, it looks,
walks, and quacks like a duck.

But maybe it's a cat.

It's a very handsome cat.
Who's this?

His name's Cruz.

He's Lulu's fur child,

and he just inherited
her entire fortune.

Lucky floof.

Cruz's appointed guardian,

Lulu's newish friend...
Bridget Sandler.

Well, somebody landed
on their feet.

Or paws.

I doubt the cat killed his mama.

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The whole fortune...
House, money, everything...

Left to the cat?

It's not so strange. Chowder's
the best person I know.

Yeah, but you wouldn't
do that, would you?

Oh, you better get sucking up.

Oh, good boy.

Ain't you just the cutest
little button and...

So, what is dry drowning,
exactly?

It's drinking
so enthusiastically

that she inhaled champagne
into her lungs.

Vocal cords spasmed,
cut off her airways.

And she has
no history of issues?

No, she went
straight from Pilates

and power walking to this.

The coroner thinks she died
between 6:00 and 7:00 p.m.,

and she was last seen
around 2:00 that afternoon?

So that gives us
four hours unaccounted for,

given that she left her phone
at home that day.

But bank statements and receipts
show her last transaction

was two coffees
at Compulsion Café at 2:44 p.m.

So that's three hours to fill.

You get to the café,
see what you can find.

Wait.
What will you do?

I'm going to see a lady
about a cat.

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Madison:
Is it amazing?

Uh, yeah.

It looked amazing online.

Oh, I love what Cruz
has done with the place.

So the café staff didn't
recognize Lulu from the photo,

so she wasn't a regular,

which is backed up
by her bank records.

She only ever made
that one transaction here.

Be good to know
who she was with.

The one CCTV camera is facing
a car park around the corner.

There's nothing
on the strip of shops.

See you at home. See ya.

Can I help you?

I'm here to see the landlord.

You know, the cat.

Bridget, what is PR, anyway?

I've never really
figured it out.

It's a moveable feast, doll.

For me, general comms,
social marketing, events,

damage control.

Damage control?

For high profile people

who need negative attention
to go away.

Oh, like Lulu?

Oh, God, no.

No, she was squeaky clean.
All about helping people.

My husband left me
six months ago.

Took everything.
Never saw it coming.

Lulu picked me up, took me in,
and put me back together again.

Well, it's quite
a reversal of fortune.

For the record, I had no idea

that she would leave me to look
after Cruz and his inheritance.

[Cat meowing]

Ah, there he is.

He doesn't like me.

So, what happens
to the estate after Cruz

uses up his ninth life?

Lulu's favorite
animal-protection charity.

Yeah, the house and everything.

How much did Lulu drink at lunch
the afternoon she died?

Nothing.

We were more interested in water

after Pilates and walking.

So you had lunch,
you said goodbye about 2:00,

and that was the last
you ever saw of her.

I'm sorry.

It was just
a really great day before...

I miss her.

Oh, that's a nice photo.

Can you send that to me?

Yeah.

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No. No.

[Gasps] Ooh.
That one.

Are you gonna share what's going
on in your brain at some point?

Zoom in.

Oh, I knew it!

Which translated into normal
colleague-to-colleague,

non-control-freak language
means?

This photo was taken
the same day she died.

Spot the difference?

Her hair.
She's had her hair done.

Her roots have been retouched.

Well, three hours
is more than enough.

And I don't think Lulu's
the do-it-at-home kind of gal.

But we already know
there's no bank transaction

with a hairdresser
on the day she died.

She could have paid cash. Could have.

But I'm assuming that Lulu
had a regular salon,

so keep looking back.

[Typing]

There it is.
Beaumont... 616. August.

680 the month before.

For a haircut?

At Beaumont, yes.

If they'll accept you
as a client.

Look, there's a wait list.

[Exhales sharply]

My mum used to give me

that exact same haircut
with a pair of scissors

and a mixing bowl.

600 bucks?
Get out of here.

There's the owner.
Lawrence Beaumont.

Hmm.
Now, wait list, you say.

Good luck, Alexa.

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We don't do walk-ins.

Well, surely you can
make an exception.

This place comes
highly recommended

by my friend Lulu Vandervorn.

Oh.
I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

She's a friend of Lulu's.

Alexa Crowe.

Lawrence Beaumont.

I know.

I don't recall
seeing you at the funeral.

No, unfortunately, I've been
working in Australia, so.

Lulu was my friend and client
for over 20 years,

and I don't remember
her mentioning an Alexa.

You know, um, a long time ago,

Lulu helped me
turn my life around.

Without her,
I would not be standing here.

And I feel guilty
that I never spent my money here

like she always recommended.

There's a four-month wait
for appointments.

Although I do recall
there was a cancellation

this afternoon.

Lulu must be working her magic.

I'll see you at 3:00 p.m.,
Alexa.

See you then.
Thank you.

Uh, where's the loo, please?

The restroom for clients
is through there.

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[Camera shutter clicking]

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Well, I guess this isn't
the client bathroom.

No. That way.

You know what?

Doesn't suck to work here,
by the looks of it.

Work hard, play hard.
You know how it goes.

I'm Alexa. I'm a friend
of Lulu Vandervorn's.

You knew her.

She was my favorite client.

Ah, so you're
the one responsible.

What?

For her lustrous locks.

Uh, look, I love to hang,
but I'm actually on my break.

Need some food.

"Sustainability and technology
are two of Jett's passions,

but at heart he's an artist.

Jett's revolutionary
balayage technique

is an industry game changer.

"Bally" what? Balayage.

They sort of paint on highlights
to make it look super natural.

Isn't the point of paying
all that money

to make it look like you've
actually had your hair done?

So Jett was Lulu's stylist,
or Lawrence?

Maybe they both were.
Maybe they were in a throuple.

It's very trendy right now.

We're still talking
about the hairdressers, right?

Or a love triangle gone wrong.

Well, whatever it is,
Jett is a bundle of nerves.

Oh, hey...

Run this through forensics.

I think you'll find
it's the same brand and vintage

that was found in Lulu's lungs.

Where did you pinch this from?

The salon, of course.

Because one of these two guys
was the last person

to see Lulu alive.

I'd bet 680 bucks on it.

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Think we're sort of going dark
with a blunt fringe.

So you and Lulu
went way back, huh?

Clubbing days to start with.

Then she became a client
and then a friend.

Thanks.
Thank you.

And then she cheats
on you with Jett.

What do you mean?

Well, you're her stylist,

but I happen to know
that Jett did her balayage,

which, incidentally,
was sublime.

Marketing 101.

Lulu's Insta.
Check the tag.

"#best balayage
in the biz."

Over 9,000 likes.

Hire the balayage king,
match him with Lulu.

Everybody wants it.

Worth his weight in gold,
that boy.

I was always her favorite,
though.

[Chuckles]

I guess the police spoke
to both of you when she died.

Why would they?

Because one of you
must have done it here

for the party that night.

Not to my knowledge.

She wouldn't have gone
to another salon, would she?

She wouldn't dare.

You know, it just
seems so out of character.

Lulu drinking herself
to death on a beach.

Definitely not her style.

I don't know what was going on
for her, to be honest.

Perhaps that Bridget creature
could shed more light.

Oh, you don't like Bridget?

To be honest, I think your
current look is working for you.

See Trinity on the way out.

Steven, the computer
has been freaking out all day.

Yes, yes, I have turned it
off and on again.

Holy... He didn't cut my...

No, no, no, no, no. Tomorrow's
not gonna work for me, Steven.

I need the system back up today.

Is there an issue
with the invoice?

[Card reader chimes]

Now, would you like
to make another appointment?

Don't hold your breath, Trinity.

One day when you're rich,

don't forget I'm the one
who gives you extra treats.

[Door closes]

Oh. Your hair doesn't
look any different.

No, but on the bright side,

the computer system
at the salon is down.

Oh.
Want me to take a look?

Yeah. Tell them
that Steven sent you.

And what would you like?

Client lists.

Any comms between
Lawrence and Lulu,

Jett and Lulu, or all three.

We don't take walk-ins.

Ah, here for the computer.
Steven sent me.

Oh, thank God.

He said he couldn't get here
until tomorrow.

He can't. Hence me.

Don't talk to the clients.
Don't talk to the stylists.

And don't make a mess.

Woman: Now my next appointment
is locked,

but the one after I'm on vacay.

Jett: No problem.

I don't want anyone
to muscle in on my spot.

Can I whisk you away
to the islands with me?

I'll have to check with my boss.

Okay.
All right.

See ya.
See ya.

[Computer beeps]

Have you ever considered
hair modeling?

I'm Jett.

I have my competition
portfolio in the staff room,

if you'd like to see it.

Okay.

Wow.
You've won a lot of prizes.

Your milk?
Oat, almond, coconut.

Uh, cow.

Okay.

What's it like working
with famous people?

It's hard work.

Who's your favorite?

Um, our list is very,
very private.

Have you ever dated a client?

Are you coming on to me?

No, I'm just nosy.

Clients are strictly off limits.

My boss would kill me.

I feel you.
My boss, she's great.

And we're definitely a team.
But she can sometimes go rogue.

Isn't Steven your boss?

Oh, I moonlight.
Don't tell him.

Thanks for showing me your work.

But to be honest, this place is
kind of out of my price range.

Oh, uh,
there are ways around that.

See you soon.

I hope.

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Okay.

Come on.

Why are you still here?

Look, this machine
is in terrible shape.

Really? Yeah. I'll do my best, okay?

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[Door closes]

Tell me how amazing I am.

Not only did I download
the By Beaumont client list

and some other
ridiculously enormous files,

I had coffee with Jett Hwang.

Oh!

Mm-hmm, he wants me to be
his hair model

and gave me his private number.

You ask him about Lulu?

Well, I asked about clients
in general.

He wasn't giving anything away.

Maybe he'll gossip
once I'm in the chair.

Oh, that's interesting.

Following the password history,

there was a whole lot of access
to the client list,

and then the passwords changed.

So someone was having
a sly nosy and got busted.

When was it changed?

About a week before Lulu died.

Is there any reason that Lulu
would be snooping around

in Lawrence's database?

Well, didn't she bring
half the clients

to him in the first place?

What would she stand
to gain from that?

What kind of milk did he have?

Who?

Your boyfriend Jett.
Was it oat?

Yes. Why?

I'm just curious.

Okay, I figured out
why you do that, by the way.

Do what? Keep secrets.

You're terrified of being wrong.

[Scoffs] As if.

Well, luckily, I'm a sharer.

Jett: Supper? Man: I'm exhausted, mate.

Remember that chick
I was telling you about?

Did you go there?

What do the missus and the boy
on the side think of that?

You think Jett was recording
his clients?

Wait, I've heard
that story before.

Wait.
She's back with her husband?

Woman: Well, he's sick now,
so what could she do?

Bye-bye bit of rough.

The tile guy, right?

No! He came to the house
to fix a leaky roof.

And the rest!

And that one too.
It's...

Delphine Digs.

Who?

It's this gossip column I read.

Don't judge me.

But the story about the missus

and the side boy
and all the cash

it was taking to keep everybody
separate, that's in here.

And the married woman
who dumped the tradie lover

because her husband got sick.

Yes.
Read it. It's right there.

What is this rubbish?

And I knew that
my guilty-pleasure

trash-gossip habit

was gonna come in handy someday.

You think Jett is Delphine Digs?

Or maybe Lulu was.

And that's why she had to die.

You know what this means, Alexa?

Why are you excited?

Our next mission
is to unmask Delphine Digs.

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[Cat meowing]

Do you hear that?

Hey!

Cruz.
Hi, pussycat.

Hi.

Cruz.
The man of the house.

Look, I know it's
a bit of an intrusion,

but we have to figure out
whether your mama

was selling out her friends,
okay.

You mind if we look around?

He doesn't mind.

Cat people.

So you start here,
and I'll start upstairs.

First one to find Delphine wins.

Deal.

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[Cat meows]

Bridget sure moved
your mama's stuff

down here pretty quick,
didn't she?

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[Gasps]

[Chuckling]

All right, pussycat.

[Computer chimes]

All right.
How do you spell your name?

Are you Cruise as in Tom?

Are you Cruz with a Z?

[Gasps]
Cat people!

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I couldn't find anything
on my Delphine Digs search

on Lulu's computer.

I love it when you get
that little frowny thing

when you're concentrating.

I'm not concentrating.

I'm trying to block out
an annoying voice.

In your head.

In my face.

That hurts.

Look, there's no Delphine
on Bridget's computer either.

Really?

It's just
a bunch of old work e-mails.

Oh, and remember that politician
with the inappropriate texting?

You'll have to narrow it down.

Well, Bridget saved his butt.
Look.

Oh.
Damage control.

It must be so interesting
working in PR.

But Bridget can't be
the gossip columnist.

She doesn't need anyone
to leak her the scandals.

The scandals come to her.

Now what?

Someone in that house
was doing something bad,

and it wasn't the cat.

Cruz.

Puss, puss, puss, puss!

Meow?

[Gasps] What the hell?
You scared me.

Okay. Crazy story.

Someone at Hair By Beaumont
has been sending juicy files

full of gossip to an IP address
based at your house.

And, now, don't ask me
how I know this,

but that same gossip is showing
up in some online dross

called Daphne... Dulcie...

Delphine.
Delphine Digs.

So the famous clients
are recorded

without their knowledge,

the file gets sent to you,

and you publish it.

I know it sounds terrible.

Oh, it's a horrible
breach of trust.

It's just a bit of fun.

Or a brilliant new way
to generate business.

So Delphine publishes
something nasty,

and Bridget Sandler,
the PR genius, saves the day.

Look, it's dog eat dog
out there.

Everyone's a bloody influencer
these days.

It's messing
with my bottom line.

Did Lulu find out about
your nasty little side hustle?

No way.
She would have been mortified.

So who sends you the files?

Come on, don't grow
a conscience on my account.

We have a code.
Okay?

Harmless people are off limits.

Cheaters, swindlers,
abusers... all fair game.

Did Lulu meet with Jett
on the afternoon that she died?

No. She said she was
going home to get changed.

Bridget...

I know that Jett Hwang
has been here,

in this house.

In her bedroom, even.

Were they lovers?

I don't... I don't know.

So you don't know the gossip
unless somebody feeds it to you.

I'm not getting rich, you know?

Look at me.

My landlord is a cat
who I can't find.

And if he's squashed
out on a road somewhere,

I'm out on my ass.

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Have you ever seen this guy?

Mm-hmm.

Came in only once?
Oat-milk latte?

You rock.

Mads, you on your way
to see your boyfriend?

Which one?
Oh, you mean Jett.

Ask him if he and Lulu
were getting it on.

Oh, sure. I'll just drop that
into the conversation.

Good.

Want me to ask
if he waterboarded her

with champagne as well?

Now, that's just going too far.

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[Knocks]

What are you doing here?

Oh, you invited me.

I haven't caught you
at a bad time, have I?

Oh, it's shabby chic
meets minimal.

It's very hot right now.

It's temporary.

So where do you want me?

There.

Um, I do charge slightly less
than the salon,

and it's cash only.

I thought you wanted
a hair model.

I do, but I'm
a platinum stylist.

[Camera shutter clicks]

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[Door unlocks]

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[Alarm beeping]

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[Beeping intensifies]

So I'm thinking like
a noughties kind of vibe.

Didn't that lady who died
go to Beaumont's?

Uh, we have
a few elderly clients,

so quite possibly.

The gorgeous one
with the balayage.

She and your boss were always
together in the social pages.

Lulu. Yeah.

She and Lawrence
were old friends.

Well, he must really miss her.

We all do.
I was her stylist.

Oh, she didn't go to Lawrence?

Lawrence is like
the big-picture guy now.

But they were tight.

She was
just a really great person.

I thought you said you didn't
sleep with your clients.

Sorry. You just seem
very, um, enamored.

Do you want a drink
before you start? Cup of tea?

Oh, that'd be amazing.
Thank you.

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Uh, I don't have
any animal milk. Sorry.

Oh, yeah.
Oat milk is fine.

You want a biscuit too?

A biscuit would be amazing.
Thank you.

Um, hey, where's your bathroom?

Uh, down the hall.
First on the left.

Okay, great.

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[Camera shutter clicks]

Guess what.

Looks just the same.

Huh? Your hair.

Oh, yeah. I made an excuse
and got out of there.

But get this... Jett is broke.

Doing cash jobs in a tiny flat,
it's not very platinum stylist.

No.

But I looked into
his spare room,

and he's recently
had a shopping spree.

Uh-huh. So on the way home,
I looked at his bank statements.

And the day before Lulu died,

he transferred
his entire savings...

To a commercial
property company.

Well, yes, because the stuff
in his spare room,

it looked like he was about...

To start his own salon.

Oh, my God, you're so annoying.

But, yes, Jett was going out
on his own.

But he didn't.
And you know why?

I'm certain
you're about to tell me.

Because he was going
into business with Lulu.

Now, who would have a problem
with that?

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Hello.

It's a nice evening for a ride.

It's been a long day.

I'd like to get home,
if you don't mind.

Did you know that Lulu and Jett

were starting their own salon?

Yeah? No.

If this is a wind-up,
it's extremely distasteful.

The day she died,
they cosigned on new premises.

No. Lulu was my best friend.
She would never betray me.

Betray.

It's an interesting
choice of words.

And Jett
wouldn't do that either.

He's too grateful
for the break I've given him.

Well, a grateful mentee
is a wonderful thing to have.

I have a mentee, Madison,
and I'm not gonna lie...

If she was to ditch me,
then that would hurt a lot.

Like I said,
it's been a long day.

So unless
there's something else.

No.

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My eyeballs hurt.

It's phone footage

from the salon
front desk computer.

No wonder it keeps crashing.
Trinity backs up all her crap.

Well, at least we know
that Trinity

was definitely at the party.

And so was Lawrence.

There he is,
hugging many a camera.

Hmm. Just when I was
beginning to wonder.

Any sign of Jett?

Not yet.

Keep looking.

Oh, there! Stop.

I see it.
There in the background.

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom.

Lawrence.
Who's he talking to?

[Gasps]
Delphine Digs.

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[Telephone ringing]

By Beaumont.
Please hold.

[Telephone ringing]

For pity's sake.

Trinity, this woman doesn't
have an appointment.

Lawrence Beaumont,
man of many secrets.

Other people's mostly.

Recording private conversations
on the work premises,

then selling them
to a gossip blogger.

Classy.

So what are you
going to do about it?

Tell everyone?
Fill your boots.

I've never had any complaints.

And you know why?
Because it gives them status.

That's why they pay
Bridget Sandler mega bucks

to make the gossip
go away, right?

So much for valuing
customer privacy.

The door's that way.

[Telephone ringing]

By Beaumont.
Please hold.

Thank you for holding.
Hi.

No, I'm sorry,
Jett no longer works with us.

No, he didn't leave
any forwarding details.

And even if he did,
I'm not allowed to tell.

Jett got the boot?

Yeah, we should go find him
and see what happened.

Uh, it doesn't take
a super hotshot ex-detective
to work it out...

Somebody told Lawrence that Jett
was going to jump ship.

I think you might be right.

And who might
that someone be, Alexa?

Come on.

Where are we...
We're not going to Jett's place.

Oh, no.
He wouldn't be there anyway.

[Sighs]

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[Door opens and closes]

Hi, Jett.
Sorry you lost your job.

Jett, this is Alexa.

Sorry,
I don't know what this is about,

but I want to be alone.

Today's the day you hand
the keys

to this place back, isn't it?

I checked
with the leasing agent.

That's got to be tough.

Jett, can I ask you?

Why did Lulu want to go
into business with you?

How... How do you know all that?

Lulu wouldn't have told you.
She agreed to...

Madison and I
help the police out sometimes

when there's
a question about a death.

You're not in IT?

I don't work for Steven, no.

Why did Lulu betray Lawrence,
her oldest friend?

Business is business.
She saw an opportunity.

I had enough money in my
savings to cover the deposit,

and Lulu was gonna
cover the rent.

The marketing, the fit out,
all that.

And then she died.

I lost my deposit,
my life savings,

and a good friend.

Is there any way that
Lawrence could have found out

what you two were planning?

Like, might Lulu have told him
for some reason?

Do you really think
I would have kept my job

for as long
if that was the case?

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I'm so sorry.

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That is one upset hairdresser.

Reckon you can get onto
the police CCTV database

and find out
what that camera captures?

I told you, the car park.

That'll do.

Will I have to sit and watch it?

It's not
gonna watch itself, Madison.

I don't get why there has to be
collateral damage.

Poor Jett.

Walking on eggshells
with potential killers?

Yeah, no.

Potential killers, Harry.
Innocent until proven guilty.

She'll have her reasons.

Not that she'll tell anyone.

You better keep your voice down.

She won't hear...
She's totally engrossed

in private conversations
from the hair salon,

which, incidentally,
she secretly enjoys.

Who wants to go to the beach?

Madison: I'm feeling
a bit overdressed.

You know, after careful study,

we can conclude that Lulu
did not actually die here.

Oh, we can?

I got a theory.

Ask me how the body got here.

I'm not playing
your little game, Alexa.

Well, it can't have been by boat

because the rocks
preclude boats.

That's what makes it
the perfect nudie beach.

So she was brought here by car.

But we have no evidence of that
because there's no CCTV footage.

Well, maybe that's what
the killer wants you to think.

No, not more footage.

I am losing the will to live
watching footage.[Cellphone rings]

Oh, come on.
You're so good at it.

Oh. It's Bridget.

Hello?

Okay.

She wants to meet
to tell me something.

♪♪

Hey.

So, have you found Cruz?

He still hates me.

Well, he's grieving.

He's lost his person,

so he doesn't know
where he fits in anymore.

Okay, well, you got me here.

Heads up.
Lawrence is on the warpath.

"Which former detective

needs to look for crims
closer to home,

as her "crow's" nest?"

[Laughs]

"$2 million prettier
courtesy of embezzlement

by the police detective's
jailbird brother Will."

He wants Delphine to publish it.

Well, he's a bit late
to the party on this one.

Well, that won't stop him
beating it up

and spreading it
around town, though.

Doesn't worry me. But my brother
has nothing to do with this.

I'm not gonna publish it.

You're trying to do right
by Lulu.

And I want that too.

But I wanted
to warn you in person.

Lawrence is a bitch
when he gets his back up.

Noted.

And hang in there with Cruz.

He needs you more
than he's letting on.

Thank you.

Okay, so on this side

we have the footage
from the beach-road camera

that's to the left
of the vandalized camera.

And on this side
we have the footage

from the beach-road camera

that's to the right
of the vandalized camera.

Sync up the time codes,
et voilà!

The ute leaves
at 4:03 a.m....

Fast-forward both...

And arrives
in the second frame at 4:03:22,

which means it takes 22 seconds
to get from A to B.

Oh, rewind to see
that car again.

Fast-forward.

[Taps key]

In 22 seconds, no car.

And still no car.

Maybe it was a nudie swimmer.

Parked the car and went in
for an early morning dip?

No, I've seen that car before.

And?

And now I see it again
a full 17 minutes later.

Enough time to drag
a body to the beach.

Oh, more than enough.

Wait, why is that amusing?

Oh, you know who it is,
don't you?

[Knock on door]

We're closed.

Whatever now?

[Vocalizing]

I hope you don't mind,
but I thought that maybe

we should celebrate a little.

You see, I think I've figured
a few things out.

The stage is yours, Alexa,

but you might need
to up your game.

You were pretty rubbish at
pretending to be Lulu's friend.

Well, guess that makes
two of us.

Hey, maybe we could have
some champagne laybacks.

You know, like the tequila ones

in the party photos
in your staff room.

Yeah, my industry has
been known to have wild times,

but most of us grew out of it.

After all, there's nothing
more undignified

than a person
of advanced years overindulging,

especially if they end up
dead on a beach

with too much alcohol
in your system.

Except Lulu wasn't actually
like that, was she?

She was more into Pilates
and power walks.

Who knows what happens
behind closed doors?

Well, actually,
I kind of think I do.

You see, about six months ago,
Lulu, your favorite client,

started having secret meetings
with your star stylist.

They shared secrets...

Secrets you couldn't hear

despite your habit
of recording your clients

because they held their meetings
off-site, away from here.

You started to get worried.
Paranoid.

Somebody had been looking
at your database,

so you changed the password.

But was it too late?

You had your suspicions.

So you asked Jett
one day to come and do

a little bit of extra color
consulting, and he couldn't.

He was too busy.
So you followed him.

You saw Jett and Lulu
going into their new premises,

and your fears were confirmed.

He was leaving you.
They both were.

CCTV caught you watching.

Now, granted,
the picture's not great,

but, oh, you should see
the body language.

It's a little bit
like right now.

You were fuming, weren't you?

You were ready to explode.

Just hold a minute.

Just getting to the good stuff.

There's no record of Lulu
organizing to do her hair

before the party
she never made it to.

So I'm guessing
she just showed up.

Lulu walked right into
your little salon of horrors,

didn't she?

Does that sound about right?

I don't know.
You're telling a fairy tale.

Lulu wanted her roots done,

and you were more
than happy to oblige.

You offered her a wee drink.

Poor Lulu, she'd signed
the lease for Jett's salon,

and she wanted
to come clean with you.

Big mistake.

She had no idea how badly
her friend was going to take it.

You were taking the color off,

and she was lying there,
vulnerable.

You saw your chance
and you took it.

Held her down,
emptied the bottle

down her throat
until she choked.

I was at the perfume launch.
Dozens of people saw me.

I even made the social pages,
for God's sake.

Yeah, you managed
to get your face in front of

quite a lot of cameras
that night, didn't you?

Except for one.

One very special camera

about which you had
some insider knowledge.

Man:
Honestly, Lawrence,

Johnson's Bay's
been a nightmare.

Lawrence: People complaining
about the nudists?

No, the nudists complaining
every time

we fix the CCTV cameras.

I mean, we've just
had to give up.

Now, that was very handy,
wasn't it?

And Trinity left her car here
overnight so she could party,

which meant
that you could take it,

get to the Johnson's Bay
blind spot,

and no one would ever know
it was you.

So you dumped Lulu's body
at the beach.

You came back here,
you tied it up,

and you went on with your day.

So I killed her
and then finished her hair?

It's laughable.

No one's going to believe that.

Oh, I think that the cops
will believe it

after they get the results back

from the forensic sweep
of Trinity's car.

I mean, you know,
Lulu in the boot,

you in the front.

You do the math.

No, I don't really like the way

that you're holding
those scissors, Lazza.

Didn't anybody
teach you the safe way?

Those cameras
still haven't been fixed.

And Trinity's wee car
is still outside.

This is the first time you've
held scissors in ages, isn't it?

After all,
Jett did all the work.

Don't poke the bear, Alexa.

Especially when
he's holding this.

Aah!

[Laughs] Oh! Okay! Whoa!
What a shot.

I was aiming for your head,

but that'll do, Larry,
that'll do.

Ah, you're a madwoman!

With excellent aim.

Harry, don't slip on the floor.
Someone spilled champagne.

Thanks, Alexa.

G'day, Lawrence.

♪♪

What are we doing this for?

It's team building.

Feels more like punishment.

It's an opportunity to practice
being vulnerable

and less control freak.

You first.

[Screams and laughs]

[Shouting]

[Water splashing]

♪♪

Madison, come on.

Not if you're looking.

Whatever.

[Laughing]

So Cruz the cat is investing
in Jett's salon.

I call that a great result.

Madison?

Madison.

[Laughs]

See you later.
[Laughs]

Madison, you come back here!

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[Woman vocalizing]

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