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Excuse me?

Hello?

Hi.

Bit tied up there, mate.

Yeah, last night
was my stag do.

Looks like it
was a good time.

- I mean, the golf was fun.
- Okay.

Let's see.

All right, this--this is going
to hurt a little bit.

I'll be fine.

Actually, I think
I'll stay right here.

It's quite a nice view.

No, this works great
for my beauty therapist.

You're just going
to have to handle it.

Kia ora!

Hey.

Sorry.

Bit of a hairy situation.

Well, speaking of.

Margo Booth, promising
young scientist,

recipient of a prestigious
research scholarship,

on the way to the top
of her field.

Six weeks ago, she died in the
campus chemical science lab.

What a waste.

What happened?

Margo was working alone
on a Saturday morning

and accidentally
started a fire with

an unattended Bunsen burner.

She was getting dry ice from
the storeroom at the time.

Sprinklers went off.

Water plus dry
ice equals deadly.

Margo died from asphyxiation,
excessive inhalation

of carbon dioxide.

Well, that is really awful,
but seems like an accident.

The WorkSafe investigation
ruled that, too.

But Margo's best friend,
Keri-Anne Harker,

is convinced something
isn't quite right.

You don't usually
reopen cases based

on the word of a best friend.

True.

Margo's brilliant, apparently.

How does someone like her
make a mistake like that?

So what do you
think happened?

I can't really
have an opinion.

Can't have an opinion
or don't have an opinion?

Margo's supervisors are
Professor Duncan Lovell

and--

Professor Virginia Henare.

Uh-huh.

Sister?

No, cousin.

No, second cousin?

Cousin in law.

Actually,
Virginia is my wife.

No.

Stop it.

Since when were you married?

It's a long story.

Well, I have quite a lot
of questions, actually, Harry.

And only one or two
of them are about the case.

But let's just start
with, why are we here?

Do you want me to prove that
Mrs. Henare didn't do it?

She definitely didn't do it.

She said that?

I don't know.

I haven't spoken to her.

Not for a few years.

Access card
to the chemistry building.

Take a look for me?

A once over to make
sure that nothing else

is going on before
I send a team bowling in.

Sure.

Really?

What are friends for, Harry?

And you can answer all
my other questions later.

Harry has a wife?

Who is she?

How did they meet?

When did they meet?

How long have
they been married?

What is she like?

Can you just calm
the farm so we can find out?

Here.

Margo Booth,
brilliant PhD student.

What has this got to do
with Harry's missus?

Okay, okay, farm calmed.

So one morning, Margo's
working with carbon dioxide.

She leaves a Bunsen
burner unattended.

And before you know it, whoosh,
fire, sprinklers, dry ice.

A fatal combination.

Poor Margo.

Good morning, lab rats.

I've been using gas
chromatography mass

spectrometry to precisely
identify and quantify

compounds within the sample.

GCMS is amazing.

It's so specific.

It can identify contaminants
like toxins and additives.

But right now you might be
going, Margo, what on Earth

are you talking about?

A little bit, yeah.

I'm thinking food.

I'm a .

It's all about what we eat.

Oh, right.

And what we don't want
to eat, like, microplastics.

Ooh, gross.

And in here, I have 20 everyday
foods I've examined using GCMS.

I mean, clearly
a bright kid, right?

Yeah, too bright to leave
a fire unattended in a lab.

Exactly.

Okay, I feel that I've
been very patient, Alexa.

Are we at the bit about
Harry's surprise wife yet?

Almost.

Here, Professor
Virginia Henare.

Wait.

She was Margo's supervisor?

Yeah, one of them.

You're thinking Margo wasn't
alone in the lab that morning.

And I'm not the only one.

Come along.

Oh, amazing.

You absolutely look
like private detectives.

We're not exactly that.

I'm Madison, and this is Alexa.

Keri-Anne, Margo's
best friend.

Please, come in.

I'm so glad the police took
me seriously because Margo

didn't make mistakes.

I mean, how could a person
with such an OCD room

ignore protocol she'd
followed hundreds of times?

Oh, this is where Margo
did her science videos.

That's right.

I'm so stressed
about her death.

Stressed or sad?

Sad.

It was Margo who was stressed.

All she did the month before
she died was work, work, work.

That professor Virginia
really cracked the whip.

Are you saying Margo
was unhappy about it?

I thought she loved her work.

Unless it was
an act in the videos.

No.

She was a very genuine person.

Losing her has impacted
my studies so much.

Thankfully, I have my creative
writing as an outlet.

I'm an English PhD student.

Head Over Gothic
Heels, an examination

of the interplay
between fashion choice

and emotional despair
in Gothic romantic literature,

1800 to 1850.

Sounds very specific.

Tell me more about it.

Goth subcultures are born
from feelings of otherness.

It's all about diversity,
open mindedness,

freedom of expression.

Now, as much as we'd
love to hear more,

we've got a case
to investigate.

And I am so grateful.

Not knowing what really
happened to my best friend

is so disruptive.

You know?

Someone is not
sold on Keri-Anne.

Well, if Harry asked us
to look into things just

because Keri-Anne thinks
we should, then we

wouldn't be looking into them.

But you want
to meet Mrs. Henare.

Can I come, too?

No, I've got
another job for you.

Keri-Anne reckons
that the professor

worked Margo too hard.

I want you to find out if that
was a common experience.

Fine, but I want
every detail, okay?

Every detail.

I love a woman
who can handle fire.

Professor Henare,
I'm Alexa Crowe.

I'm a friend of Harry's.

Oh, well, that's
a name from the past.

Well, sort of.

I mean, you do still
have his surname.

This is true.

So what can I do for you
friend of Harry's?

Well, I'm looking
into the recent death

of your student, Margo Booth.

Harry sent you
to ask about Margo.

Why didn't he just
pick up the phone?

Uh, conflict of interest.

Margo didn't follow
safety procedures.

Well, you must have
wondered about that.

I mean, Margo was a diligent
student, a star in the making,

by all accounts.

Which is why it's a tragedy.

Where is that
boy with my sushi?

Is he catching
the tuna himself?

Oh, hello.

I'm Professor
Lovell, and you are?

Alexa Crowe.

How'd you do?

She's a police
detective, Duncan.

Oh, I didn't say that.

I'm just a friend
of the police.

Apparently, poor
Margo's accident

is no longer an accident.

Oh, gosh.

WorkSafe already did
a thorough investigation

Yes, I'm aware of that.

I mean, we had
questions ourselves.

Why would someone like Margo
break crucial safety rules?

Well, I put it down
to unbridled enthusiasm.

Margo threw herself
into her research, which

was to be admired, of course.

But she could be
impatient, coming in here

on a Saturday morning alone.

So it's as if she was
on the verge of a breakthrough

and could not wait
for a safety buddy.

A breakthrough.

Well, we'll never, will we?

Look, I'm in the middle
of something now,

but we will help you
in any way that we can.

Of course, we will.

You just give us some
notice, and we're all yours.

And please pass
on my regards to Harry.

Riding solo today, huh?

Yeah, Alexa's catching
up with Harry's wife.

Wait, his what?

So you didn't
know this either?

No.

Why weren't we
invited to his wedding?

No, this isn't recent.

He's had a wife
this whole time.

- Nah.
- Yeah.

Oh, I gotta take this.

Madison speaking.

Thank you so much
for calling back.

When was Professor
Henare your supervisor?

I wonder how fast
a dry ice cloud

will grow when water is added?

I'm pretty sure you can
find that info online.

Oh, yes, yes, I know.

But I want to see how quickly
things happen in the lab

and why Margo didn't
have time to escape.

Remember all
of those dry ice deaths

we found online,
including the man who

used it to store ice cream?

It leaked into his kitchen.

And see you later.

Hello, that's
why I'm outside.

Alexa!

Oops!

So the answer is real quick.

You could just believe what
people say rather than proving

everything yourself.

We never solve anything if we
just believe what people say.

So what's the goss
on the wife?

What was she like?

Fine.

What are her former
students saying?

That she's brilliant,
but a little cold.

They all really love the other
supervisor, Duncan, though.

He's the friendly, fun, if a
bit absent-minded professor.

So is that code for not
very good at his job?

Kia ora!

Hey!

Hello.

Are we going inside?

Oh, it'll be clear
in about 45 minutes.

Which should be enough
time to get the full story

on your love life.

Have you received
the access card

records from campus security?

Did you email them to me?

Uh-huh.

So you just came
around to tell Madison

that you'd sent an email.

Come on, Harry.

You can run,
but you can't hide.

Yeah, okay.

She wants to know why you
didn't call her yourself.

Because it's awkward.

10 to 12 years go by and I
just pick up the phone

and ask her about
her dead student?

Virginia is not just
some ex-girlfriend

that you lost touch with.

Evidently, at some
point, you married her.

All right, well, she
and her colleague

are on the same
page about Margo--

accident.

Her colleague, Duncan Lovell?

Yeah, that's
professor to you.

Ugh, you sound just like him.

Am I detecting a, sort
of, love triangle here?

He was Jenny's supervisor,
mentor back in the day.

And now they're both
Margo supervisors or were.

You want me to focus on Duncan.

I can't let my opinion
cloud my judgment.

Gotcha.

You think Duncan did it?

I want it to be Duncan.

Access cards
for the lab are encoded

with a unique digital ID so
every entry and exit is logged.

With names?

It's numbers currently,
but I'm working on it.

Who is that?

Oh, this is Professor
Duncan Lovell.

Quite the rock star
scientist back in the day.

Back when he was Virginia
Henare's supervisor, you mean?

Yeah.

Do you think
the handsome professor

swept her off her feet
and away from Harry?

I think that we shouldn't
gossip about our friends.

Boring.

Hey.

Make sure you
know the location

of safety showers, eyewash
stations, fire extinguishers.

And today, I've got my safety
buddy here because we're

dealing with carbon dioxide.

Say hi, safety buddy.

I'm getting teacher's
pet vibes here.

Which teacher are
you thinking, though?

Professor Henare
or the science rock star?

Why not both?

Hello.

I hope this is
a better time to talk?

I have five minutes before
the chem 303 student show up.

Where were you
the morning that Margo died?

Gosh, that's
a bit on the nose.

Well, neither of us have
time for me to cushion it.

Fair point.

I was at home when I got
the call about the fire.

Anyone there with you?

My cat.

Did you, uh, make any
calls, send any emails

or receive any deliveries?

I'm not sure.

But what I do know
is I wasn't here

watching my best student die
of carbon dioxide poisoning.

On the nose.

So, a friend of Harry's,
is that all that you are?

Oh, sure.

Yes, well, we are close.

What's he told you about me?

Not very much.

But I do get the feeling
that he's not much of a fan

of Professor Duncan Lovell.

Oh, grow up, Harry.

Sensing a story there.

Not really.

I won't ask.

Not you anyway.

Where can I find
Professor Lovell?

In his happy place.

G'day, Professor.

Alexa.

Hello again.

I just wanted to have another
little chat about Margo Booth,

if that's okay.

And you came all
the way out here?

Well, why not?

It's beautiful.

It is.

Do you get out here much?

A few times a week.

Well, lucky you
can manage it.

Well, it's why
I have minions.

Oh, you mean
research students.

Yes, sorry.

I shouldn't say things
like that, should I?

Margo was working alone at the
lab that morning while I was--

You were?

Out here probably.

Just probably?

No, definitely.

Because when I got
back to the car,

there were the messages
letting me know.

Were you surfing
with anyone that day?

Well, there was bound
to be some others, no one

I can call to verify
if that's what you're after.

It is.

I tend to be in the zone.

I can relate to that.

Tell me about Margo.

She was a very
promising young lady.

Meticulous attention to detail.

The best work ethic I've
observed in a student.

It's one of the reasons she
won the doctoral fellowship.

Were there other applicants?

Of course.

Are they still around?

Yes.

Caleb Moore.

He lost out to Margo,
but we managed

to find him a part time role.

So when she died,
the fellowship transferred

to this Caleb Moore?

Look, he's been
working really

hard to make up
for all the time

we lost after the accident.

Uh-huh.

He didn't benefit
from Margo dying,

if that's what
you're suggesting.

Apart from receiving
the prestigious fellowship

he wanted.

Meet Caleb Moore, research
assistant, PhD student.

Oh, he's got a weekly
slot on student radio

talking everyday science.

He's also got
Margo's fellowship.

But is that a strong
enough motive for murder?

If you're ambitious
or jealous or you just

need the money.

Isn't he in one
of Margo's videos?

Say hi, safety buddy.

The safety buddy who
wasn't very buddy like.

And Margo's loss is
definitely Caleb's gain.

Our research could change
the game for plastic pollution.

Well, that sounds
really exciting.

It is.

Especially for you right?

Now that you're the new Margo
Booth, you took over her role.

No longer the bridesmaid.

I see what you're saying.

So for a start,
I'm a scientist,

not a kids entertainer.

Oh, you're referring
to Margo's educational videos,

The Life of a PhD student
in the Chemistry Faculty.

I think they're great.

Aspirational.

I've got a slot in student
radio, Everyday Science

with Caleb.

All the shows are available
online if you're interested.

What interests me is why you
mock Margo's content creation,

but it's okay for you to do it.

- Margo was a great girl.
- Woman.

Woman.

But she ignored
the buddy system

and it nearly lost us
all of our research.

It could have been
a complete disaster.

Brilliant woman with a big
future lost her life, Caleb.

There's no could
have been about it.

No, I liked Margo.

Not getting that from you.

Because we are
working on a project

that could literally
change the world.

And you, you're
chasing a silly theory

about an accidental death.

Well, I'd best
leave you to it, then.

That security log, you turned
numbers into names yet?

I have, but there's no one of
interest going in with Margo.

Margo arrived
at 8:00, never left.

Take a look
at the day before.

Okay, so going all the way
back to the Friday morning,

our research students
arrive, professors arrive

all around the same time.

And when do they all leave?

Virginia was out
of there later that night.

Duncan, too.

And Caleb.

Let me hazard a guess.

Well.

He didn't leave
on Friday, did he?

Hi.

How did you get my address?

I'm a police
consultant, Caleb,

and your supervisors are
very keen to help me out.

Wait, Virginia and Duncan
know you're speaking to me?

Can I come in?

I already answered
your questions.

Oh, but I've got more.

About you swiping into the lab
that Friday morning,

the day before Margo died
and never swiping out.

I did, so.

I left on Friday afternoon.

Without using your card?

I always use my card,
you know, in case

they're logging our hours.

Caleb, there's no record
of you ever leaving that day.

You think I stayed
the night in the lab?

And waited for Margo
to arrive the next morning.

Yeah, that's exactly
what I think.

Oh, no. What if--
what if my card is defective?

Let's say that it is.

Where were you that
Saturday morning?

Here.

I was--I was right here.

- Alone?
- Do you want me to prove it?

Is that what you're saying?

I mean, that'd be
handy, especially for you.

Okay, just stay here.

Don't go anywhere.

I'll be right back.

Oh, God.

And that's for you.

Thank you.

My childhood dream.

Never ending supply
of ice cream and kids

who want to be my friend.

I'm lactose intolerant.

And kids are messy
and emotional.

I've got goals
outside of ice cream.

Did you know one of the fastest
selling paperbacks of all time

was developed from fan fiction?

I just need
to finish my PhD, then

land a full-time academic job.

Then I can use
my research hours

to write and get paid for it.

Did Margo ever mention
her colleague, Caleb?

Caleb Moore?

As in, could you
be more creepy?

The last time I saw him, we
were at this party together.

He wouldn't leave her alone.

Like a stalker?

And then there was that phone
call about two days before.

Yes?

I overheard her.

She was upset.

He was trying to take credit
for her work or something.

She said she was
going to report him.

Did she?

Uh-huh.

I heard her raise her voice.

She said, this isn't fair.

I'm going to report you.

Alexa Crowe.

Would you like a muffin?

Oh!

One of my students
made them for me.

Greaser.

She's worried that I'm too
busy to eat, but yes, probably.

Not that I'm complaining.

So this Caleb Moore.

He's an odd one, huh?
- Why?

Are you still
interested in him?

Yes, very.

Especially since I
visited him at his house.

Plus, he had
an argument with Margo

in the days before she died.

She was going to report
him for something.

I don't know
anything about that.

Hello.

Hello, Professor Lovell.

Caleb, are you all right?

Yes.

Yes, very, very good.

Ms. Crowe--Detective
Crowe, what do I call you?

Alexa is fine.

Can we please have a chat?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Would you like me
to come with you, Caleb?

No, no no, no.

I just--helping
Alexa to understand

our safety protocols.
- Good man.

Yeah.

I'm not entirely
sure why you left.

I looked in your fridge.

Okay, yeah, that makes sense.

Why would you
look in my fridge?

Blood on the door.

I can--there's a reason--

For the treasure
trove of body parts.

You make me
sound like a freak.

No, Caleb, I'm not a newbie.

I know those are animal
parts and not human,

but I also know that
your kitchen has

almost no cooking equipment.

And even if it did,
hearts and eyeballs

don't make the best cuts.

Oh, jeez.

So tell me, what's the reason
for the home horror fest?

Here we go.

Let's do it.

Let's do--

There's more.

You've got this, Caleb.

You can do it.

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, I can.

So, what is it?

Hemophobia?

Ommetaphobia?

All of the above.

Vasovagal response
100% of the time.

I only made it through
my undergrad studies

with hypnotherapy.

Virginia would laugh me out
the door if she found out.

Even Duncan.

I mean, I don't think
he'd be impressed.

What kind of scientist
can't dissect a cow's spleen

to identify contamination?

So what is this?

Exposure therapy.

What's Margo doing there?

It was her suggestion.

She wanted to help.

You confided in her.

Well, she guessed.

So do you believe me now?

Believe you what?

That you wouldn't do
anything to hurt the woman

who discovered
your humiliating,

career-threatening secret?

Apparently, you phoned Margo
the Thursday before she died.

She was upset.

No, no, I didn't.

According to Margo's
best friend, you did.

Something about wanting
to take credit for her work.

She threatened to report you.

Hold on.

What best friend?

You mean the flatmate?

Keri-Anne thinks you
were bothering Margo.

Then why would she come
to my place to help me.

That was her idea, not mine.

And Keri-Anne is
the weirdo, okay.

She's scary.

They weren't friends.

Margo, she was obsessed
with her research.

Her friends were here
in the science faculty.

Her friends were--me.

I'm in ice cream heaven.

You're still with
Keri-Anne Harker?

I've been trying
to get info out of her,

but she's a surprisingly
popular ice cream girl.

Keep smiling.

She was never
besties with Margo.

According to Caleb, she's
playing up their friendship.

So it's a he said, she said.

Yes, it is.

Keri-Anne Ann is
a weirdo, he says.

And if the guy with a freezer
full of hearts says--

Sorry what?

I'm going with she said.

Keri-Anne's got dry ice here.

Okay, keep calm and step
away from the murder cart.

Alexa.

Oh, Duncan.

Hello again.

Is Caleb all right?

Yeah, actually, he
was quite helpful.

Look, I'm just
a little uncomfortable

with you pressuring
my students like this.

It just seems a bit off.

I'm not pressuring anyone.

I'm just asking
a few questions.

Still, it's a bit
confronting for them.

Caleb wants to find
out what really happened

to Margo as much as I do.

What really happened?

We've lost a divine
young woman and

that is hard enough
without you suggesting

someone wanted her gone.

It's disgraceful, actually.

Professor Lovell was
not so friendly today.

Oh, here we go.

Academic transcripts
and records.

Do not ask how I got in here.

Never.

Margo's?

Keri-Anne's.

She has had several extensions
to her PhD deadline.

The latest one, guess when.

She was supposed to submit
her thesis a few weeks

after Margo died, but now it's
not due for another six months.

She applied for an extension
after Margo's death.

The day after.

And what she officially applied
for was bereavement leave.

Without it, she would have had
to submit by the original date.

And if she didn't,
she was going to be

dropped from the PhD program.

Now, is that enough
motive for murder?

When you've put that
many years of your life

into the projects?

I'd say so.

A plus for you, Madison.

♪ And though you
broke my heart ♪

Looks like we
gatecrashed a party.

Or a funeral.

Welcome all to my reading.

I think she saw us.

Yeah, it's hard to miss us.

As I crossed the threshold
from student to lover,

I've never felt so alive, even
though you were so very dead.

You already taught me
so much as my professor.

But now, in this new
role, my body shivered.

And not because your body
was cold,

but because of the hundreds
of years of experience.

- My pleasure.
- Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Thank you so much
for coming to my reading.

What a nice surprise.

Keri-Anne, where were
you the morning that

Margo died in the science lab?

Why are you questioning me?

Because you overstated
your friendship.

Perhaps to get a bereavement
extension on your PhD.

Which you did, in fact, do

Oh, my goddess,
getting an extension

was the last thing
on my mind when I heard what

had happened to poor Margo.

BS, you applied
the next morning.

If I'm guilty, why
did I go to the police?

So you can apply
for a further extension

due to the stress
of the ongoing investigation.

Look, I loved Margo.

What was her star sign?

Sorry?

What's your bestie's
star sign?

She gives Virgo energy.

Is Virgo late December?

Alexa.

Margo was a Capricorn.

So I'm going
to ask you again.

Where were you the morning
of Margo's accident?

I hosted a paranormal
romance write-in.

There was at least
a hundred attendees.

I got a whole
novella completed.

Where was this write-in?

Online.

Was it recorded?

No, but I can give
you the novella.

Oh, Chowder, hide your eyes.

It's pretty racy, huh.

Madison, you have
to stop me reading this.

This is super
quick, just to say hi.

And a shout out to Archimedes
and another one to Marie Curie.

That's all.

Stay tuned, lab rats.

Play that again.

This is super
quick, just to say hi.

And a shout out to Archimedes
and another one to Marie Curie.

That's all.

Stay tuned, lab rats.

And that was that.

She went in the next
morning, never came back.

Eureka.

What you've solved it?

What am I missing?

The Archimedes' principle.

He was in the bath
one morning when

he discovered this amazing
theory about water and--

and volume and measurement.

But then he ran through
the town shouting, eureka!

So you think that Margo
discovered something?

Whatever it was, I think
it's in those notebooks.

Which we can't find.

Well, she went to the lab
the next morning.

Maybe she took them.

So what we have is
a swipe card situation,

a phone call, and some
missing notebooks.

Tea and a long black.

Thanks, bro.

So, does your wife
know about this?

No?

Not funny at all?

They have an open
relationship.

Different strokes
and all that.

So do you?

Did you have an open
relationship?

No kind of relationship.

All right, I get that,
but why the big secret?

You know, Jenny
always said back then,

the hardest part of what she
did was securing the funding.

So she married young
Harry for his money?

I find that hard to believe.

Well, you're half right.

We were best mates
since high school.

Never any romance between us.

Okay, so how did I know that
you'd be a best girl mate kind

of guy even in your youth?

Anyway, Jenny
was always focused

on her study, her future
career, but it was a struggle.

Textbooks, course fees, rent.

A decent student
allowance wasn't a thing.

Unless you were married.

Harry, you didn't.

She was in need.

And I knew even
back then that I

was probably going
to be a commitment

phobe for the rest of my life.

So you married your best
friend for a student allowance.

I mean, I married
my best friend, too,

but I was in love with him.

You know, it wasn't
like that for me.

It did not stop
me getting pissed

off when Professor Duncan
turned up on the scene.

All of a sudden, we
couldn't have a conversation

without his name coming up.

One day, I pointed
out that she was

always fetching coffee
for him, running

around doing his chores.

Like a minion.

Jenny got defensive.

We argued.

And then we just never made up.

A best friend breakup.

- Yeah.
- That's rough.

Yeah.

So rough that I'm
not going to tease you

about marrying
for a student allowance,

though it is illegal.

That thing you said about
securing funding, though.

Yeah, what about it?

It's probably the same
issue today no matter

how successful you are.

Where are you going
with this, Alexa?

Towards a motive for murder.

Should I be flattered that
you're stalking me out here?

I'm just impressed that you
managed to spend so much time

on the ocean instead of working
on that multi-million

dollar research project.

Work-life balance
is important, Alexa.

Do you mind?

Sure.

I suppose that eureka
moment might come to you

when you're catching a wave?

Exactly.

Except that you already
said you get in the zone

when you're surfing.

What's this about?

Do you have any actual
questions for me?

Oh, yes, yes.

It's about your minions,
as you call them.

I've noticed that you have
co-authored a lot of research

papers during your career.

Of course.

And a lot of those
are collaborations

with your PhD students
going all the way

back to Virginia Henare.

So forgive me if I'm a little
blunt, Professor Lovell.

Please, please
don't stop now.

But are they riding
on your coattails,

or is it the other way around?

What are you accusing me of?

Well, it's obvious
that you whack your name

on your students'
research papers,

and your academic
output is massive.

It's not uncommon.

To the extent you do it.

You must be so busy,
it's amazing that you

find time to get out here.

Do you have any idea
at all how our faculty works?

I am trying to, Professor.

That's why I've come to you.

If you'll excuse me.

Eureka.

Nice work, Madison.

Very nice.

We might need a translator.

Luckily, I know
just the person.

Caleb, my friend, I need
your big sciency brain.

Wait, those are Margo's.

Full marks.

I think these show what she
was working on at the lab.

Look here.

Now, the dates on the columns
coincide with weekends,

but there's a lot
of question marks.

So whatever she was
trying to figure out

was really challenging.

Do you think you're
up to the task?

Of course.

This might take a bit of time.

Oh, it's fine.

I've got something really
important to do while I wait.

Margo, she did it.

She worked it out.

Oh, a eureka moment.

God, she was so good.

I mean, how can she suddenly
just go, why not rumen?

Rumen?

You know, the largest
part of cows' stomach.

Think like a 55-gallon
rubbish bin.

And cattle already have
these natural plant

polyesters in their diet.

So if you think about
it, it makes sense.

And hey, we're in New Zealand.

We're not short of a cow.

So upscaling would be so easy.

What's the matter?

She never got to do
anything about it.

She never got to tell anyone.

Actually, Caleb,
I think maybe she did.

Morning, lab rats.

Have you met Madison?

She's my--wait, what are you?

Well, you're my mentor.

And that's, kind of, what
you two were to Margo, right?

Alexa, I normally
admire a tenacious woman,

but this is too much.

Back off.

Hello.

You must be Harry's wife.

I've heard next
to nothing about you.

Virginia's right, Alexa.

You're pushing this too far.

She keeps coming out
to the surf beach.

Now, I'm glad you
mentioned that because that's

where you said you were
the Saturday morning

that Margo died, surfing.

I believe so.

I don't.

Alexa's been listening
to Caleb Moore's slots

on student radio,
and she noticed

that the show he's on also
does a daily surf report.

So just out of interest,
I went back to that Saturday

and listened to the podcast.

And guess what I'm
going to say, Duncan?

Can you guess?

Call security,
will you, Virginia.

Get these bloody
women out of here.

What she was going to say
is there was no surf that day.

Student FM Surf Girl gave
the West Coast a 0 out of 10.

So somebody's telling fibs.

So you're suggesting that
Duncan was here with Margo?

You really are
clutching at straws.

Except that I'm not because
you were here, right, Duncan.

Now hear me out.

No one could understand
why swotty Margo would

break the rules to work
alone without a safety buddy

so that's what we focused on.

And then Madison figured out--

That someone in this
faculty swiped in

on the Friday morning,
but didn't leave that night.

Why are you both
looking at me?

As if Duncan would allow
a student to come to harm.

He elevates people.

He doesn't--

Gonna have to stop you there.

You see, two days before Margo
died, she discovered something.

And she brought it to her
professor, her mentor,

who she looked up to, who
she was expecting to impress.

But you weren't impressed.

You were pissed off
because this baby scientist

was going to be a star.

She's going to take all
the glory, all the money.

What did Margo
discover, Duncan?

Well, whatever it was,
she'd written it all down

in her little pink notebooks,
which, unfortunately,

are missing from her house.

And we thought if we
located those notebooks,

things might become clearer.

So Madison came
here yesterday,

and she took
a little look around.

Sorry, you what?

Oh, we have an access card.

Speaking of cards, that
was brilliant how you

swapped yours out for Caleb's?

Because looked like you
left when you didn't.

He swiped out
on your card on the Friday

night while you stayed
in and got comfy.

Well, Madison could not find
the notebooks in your office,

but she found something else.

Your sleeping bag.

And then so did I.

Margo's notebooks.

What--what did
Margo discover, Duncan?

No idea. Nothing.

Those notebooks that you're
so interested in, Alexa,

they're just full
of undergraduate musings.

Well, that's not what
Caleb Moore thinks.

He's taken copies
and he's writing

up Margo's work as we speak.

What's the matter, Prof?

You've already written
it up, haven't you?

Because that's the other
thing that Madison

found in your office
on your computer.

You're about to publish
Margo's work,

but you forgot to put
her name on it.

Duncan, what did you do?

You said that you'd
go to the next stage,

but with you
at the helm, controlling

the work, the money.

But Margo wasn't
going to have that.

No, she's from
this new generation

that's not going to let any
man take credit for her work.

So when you put
the pressure on,

she threatened to go public.

She's going to tell everybody
that you've been exploiting

students, accepting gifts,
and that you're hardly ever

here except to put your name
on someone else's work.

And if all that came
out in this day and age,

you'd be canceled, mate.

Oh, for pity's sake.

So you talked
Margo down, said

you'd meet her, test her
theory, run some experiments.

You asked her not
to tell anyone.

And she didn't
because she believed you.

And that was
Margo's fatal mistake.

Because you already knew
what you were going to do.

You weren't going
to let Margo run

off with your retirement plan.

So you decided that this
brilliant student and

her discovery
needed to go away.

Oh, my God.

The work always
comes first, Virginia.

You know that.

Yeah, whose work?

You would have been
happy with that child

running the next stage?

You and I working under her?

Because that's what
would have happened.

- Oh.
- That's what she wanted.

Oh, God.

Jenny, wait, please.

Don't hate me.

Thank you, friend of Harry's.

You're welcome.

Divorce papers.

Hey.

Is she keeping your name?

Actually, no.

Jenny thinks it's
time to be herself.

You know what she is doing?

The Margo Booth Scholarship.

Financial support for young
women starting out in the study

of chemical science.

So they don't have
to marry young men like you.

Seriously, that's a really
nice tribute to Margo.

Yeah.

She must be a good woman,
your ex-wife/best friend.

She's okay.

But you like
your new bestie best.

Sure do.

Because what's not to love?