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Good morning, Chowder.

Madison?

Madison.

It's early.

I'm coming.

Ooh.

When I said we could do with
a couple more indoor plants,

I meant, like a small
peace lily, or--

You didn't do this?

How could I do this?

Why would I do this?

Morning, sis.

Will?

Good day.
I slept on your couch.

Hope it was okay.

You didn't buy some magic
beans from a farmer and,

like, spill 'em
on the carpet, did you?

Look, I can explain.

What time do you call this?

"Don't start
with me" o'clock.

Okay.

You-- got something in your--

Oh?

Oh.

Will stole some trees.

Well, he retrieved them.

And you were helping him?

Absolutely not.

He better have them
out of my living room

by the time I get home.

Your living room?

It's like
an enchanted forest.

I'm expecting bird life
and deer to wander through.

Sounds like you
need a distraction.

Oh, god, please distract me.

Meet Tiffany Maddox,
young businesswoman

of the year
and woman to watch at

the Auckland Corporate Awards.

Seems too young
to have achieved so much.

Yeah, she crammed
a lot into her life.

Before she died?

What happened?

Two months ago, she
was found floating

in a freshwater fish
tank at the aquarium

where she was general manager.

Captain Pete's
Underwater Wonderland.

They've got sharks,
rays, tropical fish.

You know what they don't have?

Irukandji jellyfish--
the smallest

and most deadly in the world.

This guy is Australian, not
even found in New Zealand.

And yet, here you
are, holding one.

Tiffany died
of multiple stings,

leading to a fatal
brain hemorrhage.

That little critter
was in her clothing.

So somebody imported an
almost invisible murder weapon.

Any idea how or who?

Pretty good idea of the who.

Well, hello.

Mind on the job.

Jake Brookwell is
a marine biologist--

I mean, seriously-- hello.

who has the knowledge
and the means to bring this

jellyfish into the country.

In the weeks before
Tiffany died.

Jake had been on a trip
to North Queensland.

Damn it, Jake.

Motive?

Plenty Tiffany was hired
by the aquarium to rebrand--

in other words, cut costs.

Oh, she let him go.

She replaced him with his
younger and cheaper 2IC--

Suzette Crumb.

So if everything's
pointing to Jake,

how come he's still going
freely about his business,

looking good in a wetsuit?

Because the murder
weapon is a jellyfish.

The team searched
his boat twice,

but we can't find
anything that's

more than circumstantial.

All right.

Better leave it to me.

Really, Alexa?

I didn't know you
were so shallow.

How very dare you?

I'm interested
in the jellyfish.

Sure you are.

Tiffany had worked
for a supermarket brand, sports

shoes, and completely
modernized

an energy drink company,
which she won an award for--

all before she was 30.

But shoes and drinks.

I mean, it's not like she
was an expert in aquariums.

Oh, he is very
aesthetically pleasing.

Also, the prime suspect--

Jake Brookwell.

He has a very nice--

boat.

And also a video blog
about sharks and sea mammals.

Oh, I love a sea mammal.

Should we take a look?

You know what I love?

When the suspect
tells you exactly how

they feel about the victim.

Okay, so this was a sanctuary
and a sea animal rescue

organization founded by the
great Peter Turlington, who was

a respected marine biologist--

not a pirate.

Captain Pete's
Underwater Wonderland.

Who is Captain
Pete, and whose idea

was it to bring on some
idiot with a marketing degree

so she could
destroy his legacy?

Okay, so he was
a little irked.

Did not hold back a bit.

Which isn't smart if you're
about to murder the person

you're ranting about.
- Hmm.

But I suppose
it could have been

a heat-of-the-moment crime?

Tell that to the jellyfish
who traveled 4,000

kilometers from
Northern Queensland

to a tank at Captain Pete's.

Yeah, true.

And then there's
Tiffany's husband, Evan.

Oh, the restaurant owner.

He went to sleep the night
of, thinking that his wife was

working late,
and didn't realize

that he was alone until
the police knocked on his door

the next morning.

He's in hospo, and she
works later than him?

Why don't you
take the widower?

I'll take the marine biologist.

Sounds like
a fun Friday night.

Madison, can you stop
with jokes about boys?

Madison?

Jake Brookwell?

I'm Alexa Crowe.

Let me guess.

Cop?

Well, retired.

I'm just here with a few
questions if you don't mind.

I heard this, but I
didn't believe it.

Which fool decided
the Irukandji

would make a good exhibit?

Yeah, and a question.

Here's another one?

Which marine biologist
went to North Queensland

two weeks before Tiffany
was killed by this fish

from North Queensland?

I went to Queensland
to assess coral,

not to catch marine wildlife.

That's, like, the opposite
of what I stand for.

So you say in your blog,
but you must understand

how suspicious this looks.

Tiffany made you redundant.

You rant about
her on your blog.

And the next thing,
she's killed by a fish.

And who knows about fish?

You, the fish guy.

Did you just call
me the fish guy?

Yes, and I take it back.

I don't want to be called
the murder woman, so--

Do people call you that?

Sometimes, behind my back.

Perhaps that's why
I'm still single.

I don't know.

Look, I'm not
great with change.

I live alone on a boat
because most people annoy me.

Fair.

But in your expert
opinion, how did

an Irukandji end up in an
Auckland tourist attraction?

It wasn't meant
to be a tourist attraction.

It was a rescue center
for rehabilitation, breeding.

But worthy causes
aren't profitable,

so they hired Tiffany.

She knows about
cash flow, apparently.

Maybe she thought
a dangerous jellyfish

would bring in the crowds.

To look at this?

I mean, no offense,
jellyfish, but I just don't

see you as a star attraction.

Try again, fish guy.

How about,
I wouldn't have a clue

because I'm surplus to
requirements at the aquarium.

And somehow someone's
died, and I'm the one

that's getting the blame.

Me excuse.

Excuse me.

Oh, please wait
to be seated, doll.

Carol will take care of you.

Oh, I don't need a table.

Are you Evan Maddox?

Obviously.

I wonder if we could
just have a quick chat.

Yeah, I don't do
freebies for influencers.

If you want to post
about my establishment,

make a reservation.
Wait time is about six weeks.

Like I said, I'm
not after a booking.

I am-- I just have
some questions

about your recent bereavement.

I don't do reporters.

It's just as well I'm
not one of those either.

I guess you work crazy hours.

Yeah, it goes
with the territory.

But your wife worked
even crazier hours?

It wasn't unusual for you
to be home before her?

Tiff liked to burn
the midnight oil.

That's why she was
so successful at her job.

Hm.

Oh, that's nice.

So you and Tiffany have
always been fish fans?

No. It was a gift.

From Tiffany?

From a client.

Is there anyone you can
think of who might have

had a problem with Tiffany?

Sure, she pissed a few
people off over the years

in her line of work.

Corporate downsizing.

Okay, fair, but death by sea
creature is very specific.

I don't know what happened.

But you do want to.

Of course I do.

I have a full
restaurant out there.

I lost my wife, but I have
to keep going, keep smiling.

I don't have
the luxury to fall apart.

Thank you--
for looking into this.

Hope you find an answer.

Sorry.
One second.

Excuse me.

I'm so sorry.

Hello, uh, Alexa-- and Madison.

Suzette, how do you do?

I'm the head aquarist here.

And we still haven't hired
a new general manager,

so I'm currently that too.

Thanks for making
time for us.

No, thank you for being here.

I miss Tiffany so much.

She really believed in me,
and we were on our way

to becoming a really
kick-ass team.

It must be hard
for a head aquarist

to also be in charge
of the business side of things.

Even just the whole interview
process to replace Tiff--

when I haven't even
been able to bring

myself to clear her desk.

Her husband hasn't been
over to collect her things?

He's a busy guy.

Tell me about Jake Brookwell.

Jake was old school.

He never wanted
to compromise, and that's

what Tiff needed from us--

all of us.

So you think the police
are right to focus on him?

99% of me is sure that
Jake had nothing to do

with what happened to Tiff.

And the other 1%?

Is wondering how
on earth that Irukandji

got into our tank.

Oh, this is where
she was found.

Sorry, I have
to take this one.

Oh, it is very
calming in here.

We should get
an aquarium for home.

We already have a rainforest.

Ha ha.

But imagine just
taking time to be

mindful, watching the little
fish go back and forth.

Change your screensaver.

Okay, sure.

I can definitely do that.

Okay, thanks.

Bye.

Hey.

Alexa, meet Waru, the bad
boy of the aquarium.

Hello, Waru.

He's been driving us crazy
lately, escaping at night

and raiding the mollusk tank.

Hey, what's up with
the spiny sea dragons?

The tank is empty.

Sometimes they like to hide.

I'll check with the junior
I've just hired.

They might be in the vet room.

Oh-- my god.

Oh, Waru.

Yeah, what
did I tell you?

He's such a brat.

I hear you folk are more
intelligent than dolphins.

Yeah, they have nine
brains, one for each arm.

They can use tools and build
shelters and solve puzzles,

but they need a lot
of stimulation

and entertainment.

You and me both, Waru.

So, did you see
anything that night?

Let me know.

Suzette seemed worried
that those spiny sea

dragons weren't in their tank.

Here's a theory.

Could Jake Brookwell
be liberating sea

creatures from the aquarium?

And Tiffany
busted him doing it.

Hey, Reuben, do
you have any pets?

Hospo hours don't
allow for that?

What about a fish?

I like my fish on a plate
with lemon and pepper.

Just don't tell this guy.

Hey, Jake.

You know Jake,
the marine biologist?

Of course.

He's my neighbor.

Twice in one day.

You following me around?

But I'm a regular at Reuben's.

I've never seen you before.

Yeah, I spend a lot
of time on expeditions,

but I always take a couple
of loaves of Reuben's sourdough

whenever I set off.

Oh, please.

You're shameless.

Reuben obviously told you
that I make the sourdough.

You make Reuben's sourdough?

Which is why you said
it-- to win me over.

What makes you think I'm
trying to win you over?

Well, you should,
because I'm conducting

a murder investigation, and
you're a person of interest.

To tell the truth,
Alexa, you're

pretty interesting yourself.

Look, Jack, fish have gone
missing from the aquarium.

They weren't rescued by a rebel
marine biologist, were they?

Well, what fish?

Spiny sea dragons.

They were bred there.

They're only a year old.

Is it true that the octopus
gets out of his enclosure

on a regular basis?

Yeah, he's
such a character.

He used to squirt
water at Tiffany

whenever she walked past.

Promise I didn't
teach him to do that.

You know, you really ought
to stop talking about how

much you disliked Tiffany.

Look, I was
perfectly pleasant--

too pleasant, according
to her weasel of a husband,

Evan Maddox?

He's an up himself douchebag.

So he thought there
was something going

on between you and Tiffany?

Told him he was wrong.

Might have also
laughed in his face.

Will?

Will Crowe.

He's not here.

Alexa, I have someone
I want you to meet.

This is my pet, Spratt Damon.

Are you ready for pets?

You don't do well
with houseplants.

Even I can look
after a goldfish.

So tell me about Jake.

What did he say?

Why are you smiling?

The forearms.

Oh, the forearms.

Tiffany's husband,
Evan Maddox,

accused Jake of having
an affair with her.

Oh, and were they?

Did they?

Hmm, I can't see it.

He's not a fan.

Not even in a sexy "I
love you, I hate you" way?

Who does that?

Oh, enemies to lovers is
one of my favorite tropes,

along with friends
to lovers, forced proximity,

and forbidden love.

Anyhoo, Jake wasn't
interested in Tiffany,

but that didn't stop Evan
from making the accusation.

He could be the type to have
a jealous streak, for sure.

But exactly how jealous?

Evan Maddox.

This is my friend, Alexa Crowe.

And I'm assuming you still
don't have a reservation?

Why did you accuse
Jake Brookwell

of sleeping with your wife?

Wow.

You told the police that
you and Tiffany were happy.

That doesn't seem like
the actions of someone

in a secure relationship.

There's no way I'm having
this conversation here--

in my stadium, on my stage,
in my courtroom.

So you and Tiffany weren't
on good terms when she died?

I was devastated
when I lost Tiff--

but then I found something out.

Out of respect for her memory,
I wasn't gonna tell anyone.

But a few days after Tiff's
funeral, I went to her office

at the aquarium
to collect her stuff,

and I found that she
had a second phone.

Do you still have it?

Yeah.

You'll have to charge it.

It's filled with messages
between her and some Randy guy.

Do you have a name?

Randy.

His name's Randy, Alexa.

He's from Canada.

Oh, an online thing then.

Hello.

Bathroom's down
the hall, doll.

This is a private office.

Oh, sorry.

Need to get a sign
for that door.

So until you found out
about this Randy person,

you thought Tiffany was
100% faithful to you?

Correct.

But you accused Jake
Brookwell of sleeping with her.

She'd started a new job.

She was working
late every night,

and have
you seen the guy?

She has.

So we're back to not being
on good terms with Tiff

before she died.

Okay, fine, I--

I knew something was off.

Husband's instincts.

And now I can't even ask
her what I did to deserve--

You still have your wedding
photo in pride of

place, though.

Nice wedding ring.

White gold.

Same as mine.

I just wish she hadn't
kicked me in the guts

from beyond the grave.

Hello.

Follow the trail
of breadcrumbs, Hansel.

Wow.

You weren't kidding about
the enchanted forest.

I know.

And you got a fish.

Madison did.

Spratt Damon.

Hey, check out this
picture of Tiffany's hand.

Notice anything?

Not apart from the nasty
jellyfish stings.

She's not wearing
her wedding ring.

Ah.

And according to her husband,
Tiffany was having an affair.

Well, he never mentioned
that in his statements.

He only recently found out.

Nasty surprise when he went
through her burner phone

and discovered Randy
from Vancouver.

Randy's got a way with words.

So does Tiff.

Be good to locate
that wedding ring, eh?

Yeah, I'll take another look
at the victim's property list.

So this online lover guy--

Madison's tracking
him down as we speak.

Yeah, okay, mate.

All right, we'll get it sorted.

Okay, it'll be gone
in a couple of hours.

Found another buyer.

Great.

No, not really.

I'm selling them for less
than I paid for them.

You want me to go
and see this dodgy client

and rough him up a bit?

Oh, like
in a police capacity?

No, not in a police capacity.

Nah.

He kind of didn't
get what he ordered.

These aren't native
New Zealand trees.

They're doppelgangers.

Tried to rip him off?

Well, no, I got ripped off.

I thought I was buying
native New Zealand trees,

and in my defense,
it's a common mistake.

I googled it.

Well, then it's fine.

So you got scammed
by dodgy suppliers.

It happens.

Yeah, but now
the client's accusing me.

They looked me up.

I don't have a leg to stand on.

Well, that's not fair.

People can change.

Yeah, but should they?

That's the question
I keep asking.

Hey.

Do you want to go and rough up
these dodgy suppliers instead?

Happily, except
they ghosted me.

They were on Facebook
Marketplace.

I know.

It was a good deal, all right?

Too good to be true, in fact.

Aside from this one
very lonely Facebook

profile with only
two friends, I can't

find Randy from Vancouver.

No online presence at all?

Nothing.

So he's a catfish?

Yeah, but you saw the message
from Tiffany about how nice

it was to meet Randy and to--

do other things to Randy.

They met in real life, so not
a catfish but a fake name?

I'll keep looking.

And did you get the pics I
airdropped to you, the papers

from Suzette's desk?

There's one that looks
like a profit report and

a bunch of invoices,
but I'm not sure

if there's anything useful.

Me neither.

But I think I know someone
who can shed some light.

Oh, I bet you do.

Madison, now, what do we say?

No giggling about boys.

I'm not giggling.

I'm just teasing.

Besides, I'm not making
an excuse to see him.

He invited me to lunch.

What?

What about this one?

Anything out
of the ordinary there?

Hm.

Vet bills have gone down.

Is that good?

Good?

Yeah, if you're no longer
focusing on rescue and rehab,

but trying to become some
kind of circus, then sure.

In your opinion, was
Tiffany the sort of person

to have a raunchy
online affair?

Do you know, if they're
cutting costs like this--

oh, I get Tiffany wouldn't
care, but Suzette--

I-- I trained Suzette.

And what if Suzette wasn't
okay with the cutbacks?

Is she the person
to take a stand?

To disagree with Tiffany?

Now, Suzette did it?

I have to ask the question.

Okay, so does that mean I'm
off the hook, or--

There are other
people on my radar.

Is
everyone you meet just

a potential murder suspect?

My friend, Madison, says
that I have to expand my social

circle, so yes.

Hi.

How are you enjoying
the view, Spratt Damon?

Is everything to your liking?

My goodness, it's
so nice to move

without a branch in my face.

Well, that was a long lunch.

Now I have you in my face.

Did Jake get a good grilling?

You know, this catfish, not
catfish thing, the messages

just don't match up with the
picture of Tiffany I'm getting.

What?
Nice girls can't be naughty?

No, that's not what I mean.

It's just-- seems like she
was too busy to be naughty.

Yeah, I can relate.

And-- you're right.

Do tell.

Tiffany's IP address
and Randy's IP address

are the same place.

And I bet
I can guess where.

Whoa.

No, no, no, no.

This is a staff-only area.

Good evening, Evan.

Put that down and get out.

After you tell me this.

Why did you invent a fake
internet lover for your wife?

Sorry?

And write months worth
of fictional texts?

You really missed your calling
as an erotic fiction writer.

Get away from
my wine collection.

Oh.

Hey!

Butterfingers.

Yeah, sometimes I'm so clumsy.

Please, please, just
give me the 1974 Rioja.

You know what
makes me clumsier?

People not telling the truth.

No!

Oh, you can't even get
that bottle in New Zealand.

Do you have any idea,
the strings I had to pull?

Your wife was not
having an affair,

and someone wanted to make
it look like she was.

Why?

Why would anyone do that?

Well, you tell me,
because guess where Tiffany and

Randy did their sexting from.

How the hell would I know?

Right here, Evan.

Your restaurant, your office.

You created a murder suspect.

Randy from Vancouver
doesn't exist.

Wait.

Did you not know this?

This is news to you.

So if you didn't write the fake
messages, then who did?

I don't know.

Liar.

No.

No, no, not the '98
Granite Ridge.

Oh, the '98 Granite Ridge?

Okay, fine, fine.

Uh, there is someone else
who has access to my office.

It could have-- it
could have been her.

Finally.

Who's her?

Come on, Madison.

We've got a mermaid to catch.

Won't be a sec.

You want a coffee here
or, uh, get takeaway?

Might as well have it here.

What did you do?

I just checked
the kids' entertainment

section of Captain Pete's
website, and this mermaid is--

We're out of milk.

Let's just go to Reuben's.

Okay, I just
need my sunglasses.

Okay. Allow me.

Thank you.

I'll
talk to you later.

So, Angel Strawn is a drama
student who works here

part-time, and Evan told you
they were having an affair

for about six months?

And Angel created this
whole catfish scenario

before Tiffany died,
probably hoping that Evan

would leave his wife for her.

And she planted the burner
phone in Tiffany's desk.

But Evan didn't see
anything that she created

until after Tiffany died.

So did Angel get
tired of waiting,

decided to get rid of the wife?

What, you really think
she's a serious suspect?

Well, I want to talk to her.

Oh my god.

That's her.

A mermaid eating
pork and pastry.

It's so wrong.

Well, I guess she got
the heads-up from Evan.

Do you want to go or should I?

Yeah, I can go.

Oh.

Oh.

I just have some questions
about Tiffany Maddox.

Oh.

Why?

Why do you want to talk to me?

'Cause you were sleeping
with Tiffany's husband.

What the actual?

Who told you that?

Tiffany's husband.

Look, I'm not here
to judge you--

well, not for that, anyway,
but maybe for the fake profiles

you created
and the messages you sent.

Tiffany and Randy
from Vancouver?

It's quite the,
uh, steamy romance.

Really?

Tiffany was having a thing
with a Canadian guy?

You wanted Evan
to leave his wife,

so you pulled a double catfish.

Oh, look who hasn't pulled
the old double catfish?

Hmm, it's really not
a thing that normal people do.

Yeah, well, look,
it doesn't even

matter because Evan never
snooped into her messages,

and now he's upset
because he thinks Tiffany

actually cheated on him.

That's what you
wanted him to think.

Yeah, but when Tiffany was
still alive, so he'd leave her.

And how do you know that
Evan only saw the messages

after Tiffany died?

What if he did see
them just before?

Well, then, he
would have left her.

Or killed her.

Excuse you.

Evan didn't do that.

And you're so sure,
because, what?

Because I was with
him that night--

in his office.

We made love.

And you were
together all night?

We fell asleep, and when
we woke, it was morning.

And Evan freaked
because he thought he'd

have some explaining to do.

But when he got home,
Tiffany wasn't there.

There you go.

No second helpings
for you, buster, and get

that glint out of your eyes.

She'll never even notice.

Okay, so Angel is a bit
of a confused mermaid,

but it does seem that she and
Evan are each other's alibis.

So they're not
working as a team?

No, I don't think--

what is that fish doing there?

Spratt Damon, your pet.

But that's not Spratt Damon.

Yeah, it is.

I'm telling you
that it's not.

For goodness sake, Madison,
how can you possibly tell?

All goldfish look alike.

Because Spratt Damon
went down the toilet.

Yeah.

He was floating belly-up
last night, so I flushed him.

You did what?

Did you just try
to deceive me, Alexa?

Deceive you how?

You thought that Chowder
had eaten Spratt Damon,

and you could just replace
him with another goldfish,

and I'd never know.
- Hello?

Have I told you lately that
your investigative skills

have really come along?

Alexa Crowe, you are
busted, and I'm not gonna

let you forget it.

Hey, what up?

What's going on?

Oh, I just caught
Alexa lying--

That is very harsh.

about a dead
fish that apparently

leapt from the toilet
bowl back into its tank.

You should just be grateful
that I care enough to protect

your feelings.

Can I just jump in here?

Yes, Harry, please go on.

I'm all ears.

There was
an incident last night.

Someone broke
into the aquarium.

It was your mate,
Jake Brookwell.

I was worried about
the marine life,

so I went in to check on 'em.

You couldn't do that
in regular business hours?

Not if I wanted
to access all areas.

The thing is,
Jake, if I'm trying

to prove that someone did
or didn't commit a murder,

then it would be good if they
would fly under the radar

just a little bit.

Well, I didn't kill anyone.
You must know that.

How must I?

Well, because--

Well, I'm not sorry
for breaking in, Alexa.

I think there's a fish missing.

Only one?

Yeah, that I noticed.

Stephanie is a beautiful,
blue damselfish.

She comes all the way from
Palawan in the Philippines.

So you haven't been
at the aquarium for a while.

Could Stephanie have died?

Well, no, if fish are
dying, there should be

reports, autopsies, to see why.

You don't just flush
'em down the loo?

I'm kidding, obviously.

Come with me.

Where?

Well, murder woman
wants to see fish

guy in his natural habitat.

Come on.

Let's go.

I'm gonna catch up with
you in a minute, eh?

Hi, Angel.

I'm Alexa Crowe.

I know who you are.

Your friend said some pretty
awful things about my

boyfriend yesterday.

Oh, your boyfriend,
Evan Maddox.

So he forgave you
for the catfish stunt.

We had an amazing
talk last night,

and he got that I only did it
because I love him so much.

Oh, okay.

Hey, I like your earrings.

Thanks.

They're basically the most
expensive thing I own.

Evan knows a guy who
can get him a deal.

So the mermaid
finally got her man, eh?

Stephanie's tank?

Uh-huh.

Oh, is that her there?

No, that's not.

It's a male, for a start.

Well, that's the--

so what if something did happen
to the damselfish, and somebody

maybe just replaced it,
hoping no one would notice.

Well, who would do
something like that?

Someone who meant well.

I mean, not me, obviously.

Oh, shoot.

I got a letter
for the warning, but--

What warning?

To stay away.
Bye.

Hey.

Hey.

Jake.

Oh.

That octopus is a good shot.

I know you're loyal,
but come on, Waru,

I was only going to warn
Jake that the board are

thinking about officially
trespassing him.

Well, he was just
trying to help me out.

I had some questions
about fish turnover.

I can answer those.

How did the blue damselfish
turn from female to male?

What's this got
to do with Tiffany?

Maybe nothing,
maybe everything.

The species is dichromatic.

So males and females
are different colors.

And so Stephanie
was a juvenile

when she first arrived here.

And then she suddenly started
to develop this yellowy-orangey

tail, and we realized--

She is he.

Mm.

Stephanie became Stephano.

Mm.

Ah.

That is bullcrap.

Stephanie wasn't a juvenile.

She had a black spot on the
base of her hindmost dorsal ray

and clear fins.

I mean, any half-decent
hobbyist could look at her

and tell you that.

So either Suzette doesn't
know what she's talking about,

or she's counting
on me not to know

what she's talking
about Hey, where does

Captain Pete's get their fish?

We had an Aussie company
who offered tank-bred species,

or we'd catch
individuals sustainably.

Is it expensive
to buy only tank-bred?

About three times the price.

Why?

Just wondering.

How did it go
with the fish guy?

Well, he doesn't much
like being called that.

This is a peppermint
angelfish-- status symbol

for high-end home aquariums.

It's pretty.

Well, I wouldn't be letting
you anywhere near him.

He's worth $30,000--

What?

If you can find one.

That is one expensive
cat treat for Chowder.

He was innocent.

He's capable.

Well, anyway, I was thinking
that maybe Tiffany got herself

involved in something--

Do not say fishy.

Shady.

I was going to say shady.

Hey, Suzette.

We're closed.

Do you mind?

Look, do you work 24/7 or what?

You were close to Tiffany.

Was she selling fish?

What?

Were you doing it together?

Are you still doing it?

Is Jake putting
you up to this?

Nobody puts me
up to anything.

It's just Jake knows his
fish, and Stephanie and

Stephano are not the same guy.

Is there something
you want to confess?

Let's go somewhere nice.

You can tell me all about it.

I think Waru has been
stealing more than just crabs.

You're blaming the octopus?

About two weeks ago,
I arrived in the morning

to find that we were
down half a dozen crabs--

and no Stephanie.

Has Waru ever
eaten other fish?

No.

But Waru did steal my watch off
my desk a couple of months ago.

I mean, I found it in his tank.

What does he
have against you?

I took his best
friend's job, I guess.

Look, I know Jake
thinks that Tiff

was all cost-cutting and no
ethics, but that's not true.

You know, not long
after she started,

there were these cheaper, newer
suppliers that approached her,

and when I told her about
their practices, she got it.

She said no.

And did Tiffany know that
Evan was cheating on her?

Wait.

He was?

How do you know?

His new girlfriend told me--

the mermaid.

Are you serious?

Yeah, she had her suspicions.

She was sure he was lying about
all those late nights here.

The mermaid?

Really?

Tiff hired her.

She--

Thanks, Suzette.

Hey.

I was reading this article
about you and your mates.

It said you can
differentiate humans.

Like, you can like
or dislike us.

And cats can do that too.

My Chowder is an excellent
judge of character.

But anyway, this
article was talking

about one octopus who squirted
the same lab assistant

every time he passed.

I mean, he didn't like him.

Might have been a reason.

Maybe there wasn't one.

I mean, some people
can be a bit annoying.

Okay.

Waru?

Hey.

What's up?

What's up, buttercup?

What you got there?

Hey?

What is it?

Oh.

Oh, good boy.

Rosebank Business Park?

Thanks, Waru.

You're the second best
co-investigator I ever had.

Thanks, Waru.

What's it gonna be today?

A rare dragon fish?

A bunch of piranhas?

Why are you here?

I just wanted to see
what Tiffany died.

I don't know what
you think you know,

but this is where
Tiffany used to keep

the Captain Pete's
nondisplay fish.

So the deadly jellyfish
are not for display?

What are they for, I wonder.

Just a freaky bycatch?

See, I don't think any of this
is for Captain Pete's or anyone

who works there.

This is all you.

You love a side hustle.

You got your fingers
in lots of pies.

I mean, the expensive
wine collection,

and you've got a hook-up
for white gold jewelry--

the wedding rings and, oh,
Angel's lovely gift yesterday.

Sorry.

What is this all about?

I'm glad you asked.

So you've got a client
at the restaurant

who deals in tropical fish.

They even bought you a nice
little school of your own.

But then one night,
you're talking

big over one of your priceless
glasses of wine.

Someone mentions
they're looking for,

oh, let's say
a blue damselfish,

and you let slip that
your wife runs an aquarium.

Are you with me so far?

So you would take
Tiffany's access card

to get in there
after hours, and

now Stephanie is living in
someone else's home aquarium.

And you think, by golly,
there's an opening here

for a much bigger operation.

Wow.

That-- that is some
imagination, Alexa.

We are here, Evan.

I'm not imagining this.

Like, you've got all
your own dodgy suppliers,

but then if somebody
wants something that's

a little harder to come
by, well, you'd just

nick that card, wouldn't you?

So did somebody put in an order
for Waru, the octopus?

That's why you tried to steal
him last night, isn't it?

Well, he was having
none of it, was he?

He squirted you
right in the chest.

I saw your jacket.

A wet jacket?

All right, whatever, Alexa.

Maybe I got caught in the rain.

Well, you got
caught in something.

Waru's sucker marks.

Tiffany caught
you out, didn't she?

See, you're such a busy
guy, all your hustles

and schemes, she--

she thought naturally,
you were up to no good.

And one night, she followed
you from the restaurant,

thought she might catch
you with another woman.

But what she found
was much bigger.

You see, illegally importing
wildlife into New Zealand,

that is huge, Evan.

That's big fines.

That's jail time.

And Tiffany wasn't
gonna let it slide.

And somehow she ended up
in the tank with the Irukandji.

Oh.

No.

I was with Angel that night.

Yeah, for part of the time.

You met up with her afterwards.

You did your thing
in the office just in case

you needed an alibi.

And I love how you got back
together with her yesterday,

just to keep her sweet.

Whatever, Alexa.

Try proving that Tiffany ever
stepped foot in this place.

She knew nothing about it.

She's never been here.

And this tank, it's empty--

a nursing tank
currently unoccupied.

This tank is empty?

Really?

All except for Tiffany's
missing wedding ring.

Why don't you get it?

Get it, Evan.

I mean, seriously, reach in.
Get it.

Grab it.
- Let go.

Why?

You need that ring.

I'm warning you.

Why are you warning me?

I thought that it was empty.

You let that venom
cause a fatal brain

hemorrhage in Tiffany.

Just like that, you
killed your wife.

She fell.

It was an accident.

You know, if you had
got her to the hospital,

she still stood a chance.

Then you'd have
to explain all this.

So you threw her
in the back of your car,

took her to Captain Pete's,
and dumped her in the tank.

And that's why that
octopus doesn't like you

and why he helped
me work it out.

You see, you left
this behind when you

were last there after hours.

I should warn you, there
are two gentlemen on their way

to collect a stonefish they
spent a lot of money on,

and they won't be happy
with someone messing

with their transaction.

What Tiffany was doing with
a greedy blowhard like you,

I'll never understand.

Ah.

They're early.

I hope you're ready for your
swim with Queensland's finest.

Looks like
my gentleman friends

got here before
your gentleman friends.

G'day, mate.

Don't say hook,
line, and sinker.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Here's to your new old
job back at Captain Pete's.

Well, back at the Peter
Turlington Marine Sanctuary

and Aquarium.

Hm?

Oh.

I'm sorry you didn't get
to say goodbye to Waru.

Wait.

He died?
- Oh, no, no, no.

He's fine.

He's almost three
years old, so I

thought he'd appreciate his
last few months in the wild.

You-- you liberated
the octopus?

You're a good sort, fish guy.

Thanks, murder woman.