All language subtitles for Mr.And.Mrs.Murder.S01E03_English

(techno music)

- Hey, guys, if you're not in the finale,

then you do not need to be here now.

Go, go, go.

Whoa, whoa, hang on, hang on, hang on.

Look at that hem, I need
a steamer for that hem.

There's no way you're going out there

with that hem the way it is.

(electricity zaps)

- That one's being temperamental.

It's all right, we've
got it under control.

Take this steamer please, replace it.

- Yeah, can we get a
steamer that works, please?

Thank you.

Where is she?

- She's with hair.

Just calm down.

- Don't touch me!

- All right!

I'll just go and check on the steamer.

(upbeat electronic music)

(audience applauding)

(camera shutters clicking)

- Okay, beautiful, perfect!

Don't fuss with it, just let it lie, okay?

Tess, fierce.

You walk on the catwalk
like that and I'll stab you!

- Fantastic job.

I hate him.

- Get in line.

- We really need to get
Rachel to the stage, pronto.

Can you get onto that, please?

- Where's Rachel?

- Just seconds away.

- Gabi?
- Yes, yes.

- What in God's name are
they doing with her hair?

- It's all right!

I am gonna go and get her myself.
All right, just stay put and breathe.

(rock music)

(audience applauding)

- So you don't know where she is?

Can somebody please,

oh, Rachel, thank god!

- I'm sorry, Jonah.

- Don't speak, let's just get out there.

Good?

(screams)

You okay there?

- [Rachel] My heel!

Jonah, my heel.

- Where are your backups?

- Can we get backup to the finale?

Backups to the finale to side of stage.

That's you!

(sighing)

(audience applauding)

(camera shutters clicking)

(quiet booming)

(screaming)
(glass shattering)

(playful music)

(tense music)

(camera shutter clicking)

- So all our offices, design
rooms, and stock are upstairs,

and then this room

we rent out to other
designers for their shows.

In fact, there's supposed
to be someone coming in

later in the week to...

(camera shutter clicking)

Who on earth are they?

- They are the cleaners.

Well, someone had a crack

at the victim's prize Jag two days ago,

spray paint and a crowbar,

so it looked like he
was in someone's sights.

- [Nicola] Any idea who?

- It could have been anyone.

Last year, Jonah mouthed off to the press

about some poor kid launching
an autumn collection.

Ruined sales so much she went bankrupt,

we're talking to her.

- What about that designer
he accused of plagiarism

that was in the papers,

threw a brick through Jonah's window.
- Alibi.

- Nice business, isn't it?

- Well, if you'll believe the press,
everyone hated his guts.

But his staff say he was a real pussycat.

- What, an actual pussycat?

They're amazing.

- What about his sister,
the one that called us in?

- She's seems gutted,

but she knows why people
can't stand the guy,

said Jonah liked to polarize.

- Who does your suits, Pete, Mr. Fish?

- I have a man in Hong Kong.

- Do you really?

Oh, I'm very happy for you.

- Well, not all of us can look good

in a powder-blue baby jumpsuit, Charlie.

- Oh, thanks, Pete.

You know this is spandex?

- A man with a thousand
enemies, where do you start?

- Well, I am waiting to
talk to a Rachel Glass.

She's the main model.

Been the face of the label for years.

Rachel conveniently had her heel fall off

seconds before the
mirror came down on Jonah

so she was out of harm's way.

- If Rachel was Jonah's muse,
why would she want him dead?

- Well, she'd been on notice.

She racked up a few too
many Ks in the last month,

apparently.

- Kilometers.

- That's ridiculous, I've
seen her, she's a rake.

- Hey, she looks great to me, too.

But the weekly mags did run
shots of her bingo wings.

Tuck-shop arms?

You know, hello Helens?

- Hey, looking up!

(reporters clamoring)

- Oh, annoying, ain't they?

- You don't want fame.

Fame is rotten, it'll kill you.

- [Reporter] Here, Rachel!

Here, Rachel!

- Rachel Glass, Detective Peter Vinetti.

I just wanted to ask you
a few questions, please.

(camera shutters clicking)

(playful music)

- Rachel, Rachel, how are you feeling?

Any comments?

- There's Rachel.

- Yeah, hardly the Michelin Man.

- Jonah was a genius, he...

- Rachel, what happens now?

Can you give us any-

- Back off!
- People, people!

Can't you see she's grieving?

Can't you?

(cell phones ringing)

You do yourselves and your
profession a dishonor.

Yes, that's right, go.

Go from this place.

And look within your heart.

And I hope to God you find
a shred of decency that I,

I pray hangs there.

- Uh, sweetie?
- Yeah?

- [Nicola] I think
someone's just confessed.

- Oh.

- And in the name of humanity,

and every other helpless animal exploited

by Jonah Ellroy and
all the other murderers

in the Australian fashion industry,

there will be more deaths.

As long as designers continue to massacre

in the name of so-called fashion,

we here at Friends Not Fur will make sure

that these abusers and violators

meet similar ends.

- Well, mystery solved.

- Hmm.

- If it sounds like war,

it is.

(somber music)

(sobbing)

- Sorry.

- Oh!
- Are you okay?

- Yep.

Oh, God.

I'm giving myself blisters
from these paper towels.

I think I've gone through
every tissue in the office.

- Here, here, have one of these.

- Oh, thanks.

Thank you.

- I'm so sorry.

This must be terrible for you.

- Well, it would be a lot easier

if there wasn't so much
gloating about it in the press.

- Yeah.

They always need an angle, don't they?

- If I read one more article saying that

Jonah brought it on himself...

The thing is, he wasn't
like that, you know?

Not all the time, not
the way they saw him.

(sighs)

I sound like a battered wife,

"you didn't know him like I did."

- Was Jonah violent?

- Oh, no, god, no.

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Look at me.

I'm crying in a stairwell with a cleaner.

That's gotta count as
an all-time career low.

- Uh, you know, everyone needs time out.

- Yeah, not when you're
the only one in charge.

If I don't keep it together,

this whole place will fall apart.

(clears throat)

Thanks for the tissues.

- Oh, you're welcome.

- Um, I'm not sure you need to

be in this area in the future, though.

- Oh, I was, okay.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

- Okay.

(exhales)

- Did you know high heels
predate the birth of Christ

by 3,000 years?

Egyptian butchers used to wear them

so they didn't have to stand in blood.

- These things don't
come off easily, Charlie.

- Amazing, isn't it, what people will wear

in the name of fashion?

- Yeah, well, you're no slave
to designer trends, are you?

- Nope, I'm my own man.

Although I will say this,

classic cut, always in vogue, trust me.

- What about those high-waisted
baggy things of yours?

Are they a classic cut?

- I concede they're baggy,
they're not high-waisted.

- Charlie, they do up at the neck.

- You know, at a vintage clothing shop,

they would pay a lot of
money for those bad boys.

- I can't buy Ward as the killer.

And, anyway, don't animal rights activists

usually stop at being naked in cages

outside fast-food restaurants?

- Well, if it brings in the customers.

(sneezes)

Bless you, darling.

- It's the flowers.

- No, no, no, it's the
stamen in the flowers.

What a beautiful mellow posy, though.
I haven't seen one of these for years.

Actually, my floriography
might be a bit rusty,

but I would say

that means consumed by love.

- Yes.
- Yes?

Thank you, thank you.

- Gabi thinks it's a bit
upsetting having them around.

- Oh.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

- Hey, are you responsible for

the arrangements in the show?

- Yeah.

- Oh, they're incredible.
- They're fantastic.

- Oh, thank you. Thanks.

Annie, Annie Bell.

It's my first show with Ellroy.

- I'm Ni-, oh, actually,
you probably don't want to.

I'm Nicola and this is Charlie.

- Charlie, my hands are all sweaty,

you don't want to touch that.

- It must have been such a
thrill working with Jonah Ellroy.

- Jonah Ellroy was very gifted.

Excuse me.

Actually, you know, lettuce,

lettuce means cold-hearted.

- Does it?

Does that go double for iceberg lettuce?

Oh, no, don't humor me.

That's wasn't funny.

Stop it.

(bright music)

(vacuum droning)

- Fizzy?

How are your sinuses?

- Oh, they're a bit...

- What do you think?

- Oh!

That's, that's horse dung, isn't it?

- Yes, yes, diluted, but yes.

See that red pattern there?

It's probably food dye.

It fans out in an arc like a spray motion

like it's from the nozzle of a
water bottle or water pistol.

- So you're an animal-rights activist

and you want to make a statement

at a fur-friendly fashion show,

so you cover the designer
in dung and red dye.

That makes sense.

- It's easy to secrete,

on both levels.

- No, but why would an
animal-rights activist

kill someone and cover
them in horse manure?

- Yeah, it's gilding the lily, isn't it?

- Mm-hmm.

- We need to know who was sitting

- [Together] Here.

- Well, it's a fashion show,

there would have been
photographers everywhere.

- Yeah, it needed to be someone
who covered the whole area.

It would need to be someone there.

- Well, one of us needs
to find out who it was.

Paper, scissors, rock, aha!

- See, the paper covers up the scissors.

- Does it?

I didn't know that.

It's a new rule, is it?

- No, no, that's always been that way.

- Got me again.
- Yeah.

- Well, pride of place,

that must be their favorite photographer.

- Mmm, it doesn't say who
took it though, does it?

- No, down here?

- Hi, hello, excuse me.

Could you tell us who took these?

- Alex Moran.

- Oh, thank you.
- Thank you.

See, that outfit doesn't
even make any sense.

- It's Pret-a-Porter, isn't it?

- But ready-to-wear where, though?

State park execution?

- Oh, we could probably
pull that off, sweetie.

- You think?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- [Together] Alex Moran.

- Up!
(techno music)

Great!

Into the camera, into the camera.

It's raining, it's raining.

You're sad, you're sad.

You're sad, no, but it's angry sad.

It's angry sad.

Suck it in, don't, why are you smiling?

Suck it in, look into the camera.

Into the camera!

(sneezes)

- Bless you, darling.

- Can we move on to the Mondrian backdrop?

- Hi.
- How are you doing?

- Are you in the right place?

- Oh, I hope so.

We're doing the biohazard clean downstairs

for the House of Ellroy.

- Oh, God, right, awful, just...

- Yeah.
- Awful.

- Actually, we were wondering

if you might be able to help us with-

- I'm sorry, did you say biohazard?

- Yes.

- Of course, the blood, makes sense.

What a creepy job you have.

- Oh, no, no, no.

- We don't think of it as creepy.

We try and put back life as it was

as best we can.

That's how we sort of see it.

- Putting things right.
- Philosophically.

- I could use you in a shoot.

- Me?

- Are you interested?

- Really?

- Well, no, no, but I did do a bit of

modeling when I was younger.

- Yes, she did a "My Miss" catalog

and it was a brown jumper

and it had a dress with a flower on it.

- It was a sunflower, actually.

- I need you in this suit

and mask.

A full catastrophe.

- I can help there, 'cause we
got a lot of stuff in the van.

- We need to reset the
warehouse space downstairs

for the next show,

and we wanted to leave
everything the way we found it.

So we thought it might be helpful

if we could get

some photographs from last night.

- My eye line is strictly
frocks and heels, all A-game.

- I do have some shots of
the night I can show you,

if you guys think that would help.

- Thank you, Mario.

- Thank you, Mario.

- Hopefully, Mario can help.

- [Charlie] Sure.

- [Alex] Let me know about the shoot.

- Oh, okay.
- We will.

(gentle piano music)

- Fur, sweatshop labor,

making women feel inferior.

Jonah Ellroy is a hideous human being.

- Oh, he might have some good points.

That's a gorgeous dress.

- Is she wearing a zipper?
- Might be.

(laughing)

- Look at this give.

Look, look at this give.

Yeah, you don't get
this sort of flexibility

in a regular jean.

- No.

(laughing)

- Hey, stud, you want to

come over here for a second?

- Sure.

- Look at these.

We've got falling rose petals.

It's obviously the show's finale.

And Alex has kept photographing.

He photographed his boss being murdered.

That's weird.

- That's, yes, that's weird.

- [Jess] Here's your squirter.

- Yes, I knew it would be Ward.

Why would you spray
horse poo on a dead body?

- Yeah, and who's she?

- I don't know, hang on.

Here we go.

- We here at Friends Not Fur

will make sure that these abusers

and violators

meet similar ends.

- Aha, look, look, that look, that look,

that's the same look he's
giving her in the photograph.

I've got a feeling she's in
the room when he's confessing.

I think this whole thing
is for her benefit.

I think he's confessed to
murder to impress a girl.

- Wait, so he didn't kill Jonah?

- I don't think so.

But if he didn't, who did?

(somber music)

- The guy's confessed.

What do you want me to
do, make him unconfess?

- Well, if he's innocent, yes.

- Well, innocent people
don't confess to murder, Nic.

Not much, anyway.

- Well, he didn't strike
me as the murdering type.

- No.

- Well, after a while, you figure out

they're not really a type, Charlie.

- Okay, how did he say he did it, then?
- He just said he did it.

That's a pretty good start.

- I know how he did it.

There's a base plate at the
bottom of the air cannon,

all right, with a lanyard pin in it.

The air cannon is deployed,
the petals fly out in their myriad hues,

lanyard pin falls down,

and then the mirror

swings down and the last thing he sees

before he dies is his own face.

It's part Shakespeare, it's part-

- Roadrunner cartoon.

- Right.

- Right?

Great.

Well, who else you got under
suspicion apart from Ward Daly?

Rachel?

You said yourself she might
have sabotaged her own shoe.

- I did, and then we got a confession.

- Peter, it doesn't
bother you that you have

the wrong guy out on bail
awaiting trial for murder?

- We're looking at Ward, end of story.

(midtempo music)

- Yeah, did you know that they,

they boil kid goats alive

just to make a pair of gloves?

I mean, one pair of gloves.

You know, it's disgusting.

I mean, you know,

do you want to walk
around wearing a jacket

made out of tortured animals?

Because that is what
people like Jonah Ellroy

are responsible for.

- Absolutely not.
- No!

- How did you get tickets to the show?

- Oh, we've got friends
in high places, all right.

They got me in.

We can get in anywhere.

- Where did you get the manure?

- The what?

- You need to tell the truth.

- I already have told the truth.

- Well, there's a killer wandering around

because you've taken credit

for something that you didn't do.

- I don't know what you're
talking about, okay?

- You didn't kill Jonah Ellroy.
- I've already confessed, all right?

Now, everyone knows that I did it.

The animals have no voice.

Okay?

It's up to me.

- You can put that in your
article, you know, if you like.

- Sorry?

- You can put that in your article.

You are journalists, yeah?

- No, no, no, no.

We're cleaners.

- Forensic cleaners,

and actually, we do a lot
of industrial work as well.

- That's our number there.

- What the hell?

- You're young, you don't
want to go to prison.

- I'm sorry, I've got
nothing more to say to you.

- This is who you're trying
to impress, isn't it?

But you need to tell the police the truth.

This isn't a game, they need
to be looking for the killer.

We're gonna show the
photograph to them anyway.

You can do a lot more good
for the animals on the outside

than on the inside, you
should think about that.

- Bye!

- Keep warm!

(camera shutter clicking)

- Power,

mm-hmm.

and vulnerability.

Vulnerability, vulnerability.

Sad, happy.

Smiling, good, no, that's good.

That's good, it's all good.

It's all very, very, very good.

Oh, what's that?

(cell phone ringing)

That's good, natural,
natural, answering the phone.

- Peter?

- How did I know you weren't
gonna leave it alone?

- Sorry?

- We work together, remember?

Ward's retracted his confession,

coincidentally, after a
visit from a pair of cleaners

posing as journalists.

- Oh, no, we didn't pose as anything.

We said we were cleaners,

when it came up.

Ward's retracted his confession.

- Good, good.

- What happens now?

- Now I keep investigating,
and since I know it's futile

to suggest you don't do
the same, do me a favor.

The press are camping
out at the warehouse,

and I don't want them getting
information before I do.

Anything you hear, come
straight to me, okay?

Chain of evidence, Nic.

- Oh, Peter, you'll get all the credit

when we crack the case.

Okay, thanks, bye.

- That's good, no confession,
we're back on the case.

- We're still no closer
to solving the crime.

We need to get back to the warehouse.

- I forgot the hydroxyl generator,

we've gotta go pick that up.

- Great!

- Oh, do it again, do it again.

- Great!

- Oh!

That's the shot!
- Really?

- That's what we need.
- Oh!

(playful music)

- Is that new lipstick?

- No.

- Looks really nice.

- Oh, thanks.

- Really nice.

It's really...

- Hello?

Oh, hi.

- Excuse us.

Hi.

- Is this Gabi's office?

- She's just a bit further down.

- Right, okay, thank you very much.

- I say,

these are gorgeous.

Do you get to keep any of these?

- Oh, hardly.

Gabi's so tight,

she won't even let us
keep our backup shoes.

- [Alex] Hello!

- Hello.

- Does anybody, does anybody know who

this gorgeous man is?

- Hard to tell, it's a bit blurry.

- No, just a rhetorical question.

- Well, aren't they all?

- So this way?

- Yeah, next door on the right.

- All right, thanks very much.

Oh, sorry, that's yours.

- Bye, guys, bye, Alex.

- Nice seeing you again,
Alex, really nice.

Okay, bye-bye!

- Hey, Charlie?

If every outfit has a
pair of backup shoes,

where were Rachel's?

Why didn't she use them?

- Can you tell Dale when he gets here

that we're not spending
a cent on those spots?

Half of them didn't work, and
the rest blew at rehearsal.

I spent most of my night
up there changing globes.

(knocking)

- Sorry to interrupt, hi.
- Hello.

- We just wanted you to know

that we've collected
the hydroxyl generator.

- No one will be tripping
over that anymore.

- Great, thanks, thank you.

Okay, the warehouse is where he goes,

if you want to get Jarred
to move those chairs.

Yeah, and, also, can you check the sales-

Sorry?

I'm just gonna have to-

What are you doing?

- Oh, sorry.

They're beautiful.

- Yeah, they're $800.

- Oh, oh, they're really beautiful.

- Tell you what, I'll
sell them to you for $600.

We're done with them.

So, how's that sound?

- Oh, that's nice.
- Very nice, thank you.

- Daisy, why don't you
grab a box for them?

- But I don't think I can.

- [Gabi] That's what everyone
says and then they do.

- Oh, Charlie, what do you think?

- Uh, will they fit your orthotics?

- Actually, what we were wondering was

whether we could see the custom-mades

that Rachel wore for the show.

Apparently, they were really gorgeous.

- Yeah, unfortunately, there was

a bit of a mix-up on the
day, we couldn't find them.

Sorry.

Yeah, uh,

I might leave Daisy to
sort out payment for those,

if that's okay.

- It is, very much.
- Okay, great.

Thank yous for everything.

- Thank you, thank you.

Seamstress.

She's got the tailor's notch

just here at the end of her tooth.

It's an indentation
formed by holding a needle

between their teeth like that.

- Oh, what's the point of that?

- Well, there's no point.

It's an observation, but
in the fullness of time,

it may develop into a point.

- Okay, Rachel broke her shoes.

Rachel had the backups.

Maybe Rachel put all this together.

- Rachel, Rachel.

- Okay, she's five foot 9
1/2, and her measurements are

36-23-34.

- How does knowing her bust size help?

- Well, every piece of information,

no matter how large, may be relevant.

Right, ready?

We really should be using a real mirror.

- Oh, we have to let that go, sweetie.

- Okay, all right,

now you're standing at
the edge of the catwalk.

All right, stay perfectly still.

No, no, you can move a little bit.

I mean, wave appreciatively to the crowd,
they love you, they love you.

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

Yeah, sell it, okay!

The crowd goes wild.

Cannon is discharged,

petals fly everywhere,

lanyard pin drops.

And the mirror continues
down on its deadly arc.

- [Jess] Ow!

- Oh, well done, darling.

- Thank you, thank you.

- There's no way Rachel could
have set this up herself.

She's not exactly an expert

in mathematical equations
or technical rigging.

- Apparently, she's
almost finished her MBA.

- Isn't that what you're doing?

- [Nicola] And her
boyfriend's a carpenter.

- Well, that explains the rigging.

- And he's no fan of Jonah's either.

(tense music)

- That must be the boyfriend's car.

What's his name?

- Stuart.
- Stuart, yeah.

- I bet 20 cents of
missing shoes are in there.

- 20 cents, too rich for my blood.

Shall we?
- Mmm.

- Why would they hide high heels in a ute?

It's the first place
people would look for them.

- Oh, hello.

Spray paint.

- And a crowbar.

Should have taken that bet.

- Oi!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Oh.

- You can see how this looks, Rachel?
First, Stuart trashes Jonah's car,

and then your heel mysteriously breaks

just before he dies.

- He only did it because
Jonah asked me to lose weight.

- Jonah was a jerk,

but I didn't kill him

if that's what you're trying to infer.

- No, no, no, I think you mean imply,

but we were not doing that either.

- No, no, no one's accusing
anyone of anything.

- He went to the papers

saying if she didn't lose 10
kilos, he was gonna sack her.

- Oh, that's ridiculous, she's perfect,

as is my wife.

- Jonah would never go to the press.

He gave me a wake-up call, that's all.

When you're a model, you're expected to be

industry-standard weight.

It might not be fair, but
that's just how it is.

- And you realize the police

will need to be told about the car?

- Knock yourself out.

I killed the car, but I didn't kill Jonah.

(paint can rattles)

- He can be a bit,

you know, sometimes, but
he would never hurt Jonah.

- What about the others there?

What about Alex,

the photographer?

- Alex is Alex.

He's always capable of flaring up a bit,

but that's just his temperament.

- I was wondering about him.

Is he really gay?

- Oh, God, yeah, completely gay!

- Really?

- Yeah, gayer than gay.

- That's pretty gay.

- There was this one time

he experimented,

but he just wanted to satisfy a curiosity

about what it was like with a woman.

- Ah.

- He said I had a beautiful spirit.

With us, he could see beyond my sex.

- Oh, that's nice.

What about Gabi?

Did she and Jonah get along?

- Oh, yeah, he adored her.

The only people who hated Jonah

were people that didn't know him.

Seriously, he's not who you think he is.

- Of course, when it comes
to your infestations,

you're gonna want to hope
for an ectoparasitic tick

and not a porocephalus crotali,

'cause once they get inside you-

- Tongue worms.

But there's no cause for alarm.

We are trained professionals.

- My God, look at that reading.

Please, step aside!

- Oh, God, how sad to
get a suit dry-cleaned

not realizing you're
never gonna wear it again.

Oh.

- [Charlie] You all right, darling?

- Mmm, this place is actually really nice.
It's not what I expected.

- What were you expecting?

- Naked self-portraits,

a Brett Whiteley original.

- Incidentally,

why did you ask Rachel if Alex was gay?

- Oh, because he flirted
with me when we met.

He touched my arm and held my
gaze and looked down my top.

- Really?
- Mmm.

How's the hacking going?

- Well, statistically speaking,

a person's password is
usually based on a pet,

a loved one, a birthday,
plus the number one.

I tried his birthday and I got nothing.

- Yeah, I haven't seen any
dog bowls or kitty litter.

- Yeah.

Loved ones?

- Yeah.

I tried Gabi1 and Gabrielle1,

and I don't get anything.

- Designer name,

company name, surname.

- Designer name, that's
good, I'll try that.

- Oh, Charlie, he kept all his clippings.

- Hey, is Akira Isogowa
a designer or a volcano?

- Oh, it's not just good ones, either.

He's clipped everything,

he's got good ones, bad ones,

some very unflattering-

- Jag me!

- What?

- Jag me.

It's the name of the Jag.

The number plate on the Jag.

That policeman friend of
yours whose name I forget

said it was Jag me.

- Yes!

Oh, good, emails, sweetie!

- E-mails?
- Yes.

- Oh, discount vitamins.

- No, Gabi ones.

- There we go.

Hmm, I'll leave out the swearing.

Everything I've done
over the last 20 years

has been for you, yet it's not enough.

Sign the papers.

- Ooh, looks like relations
between brother and sister

weren't so cordial after all.

- I like cordial.
- I know.

- I wonder if there's any in the fridge.

(knocking)

(playful music)

Looks like he's gonna get
to wear that suit after all.

- Oh, she didn't want anyone to know about

the troubles with her brother.

She's deleted all of them.

- He kept everything,

GQ profiles of his shirt collection,

a double-page spread in Yen.

- Oh, this one about Rachel's
supposed weight gain,

Jonah and the whale, it's ridiculous.

- Maybe Jonah's star was fading.

- Well, he hasn't any major
features in the past year

but this tabloid stuff.

- Oh, like this.

Which supposedly gay celebrity snapper

is more of a lady's man
than anyone ever assumed?

And if the late-night sex sessions with

his female charges continue,
he'll be out of a job.

- Has to be Alex.

- May I?

- So if Jonah kept all these clippings,

does that mean he did
leak gossip to the press?

- Well, Rachel seems
to think he's too nice.

- Well, if Jonah's star was fading,

maybe he was becoming more destructive.

- Hi.

- Oh, Alex isn't here.

He went with Gabi to help
out with the funeral stuff.

Did you want to leave a
message with reception?

- That's a shame, isn't it?
- Yeah.

- Sort of, it means I
get the afternoon off.

- Oh, and you deserve it, too.

I really admire the
discipline of you models.

- If your job is to stand around
naked in warehouses a lot,

you learn to sacrifice.

- Is that awkward,
standing around like that

in front of Alex?

- Why would it be, he's gay.

- Is he?

I just wonder, I read something.

- Oh, just gossip,

he's totally gay.

- Oh, does he have a partner?

- Uh, no, he's, he's kind of a loner.

There was this one time though,
he wanted to experiment,

you know, with a woman.

I think he was worried about
coming out to his parents

about his sexuality.

He said I had a truly beautiful spirit,

and he could see beyond my sex.

Anyway, did you guys
want to leave a message?

- Uh, oh, I'll leave you a number.

Just tell him that
Charlie and Nicola came.

- Yeah, we might be working together.

- [Charlie] Yeah.

- Imagine if word got out
he's been living a lie

and seducing all these young girls.

He'd probably never work again.

And if Jonah was
threatening to name him...

- Would you kill for that, though?

- It's his reputation, it's his career.

- True.

What about Gabi, though,
'cause in her email,

she said she wanted Jonah
to sign some papers.

What papers?

- Whatever they were, she
doesn't want anyone to know.

We just have to watch
out for the receptionist.

Just keep a sharp eye.

- Are you kidding?

You could take an eye out on this eye.

- It's not what it-
- I was-

- The girl in reception
said I could come in.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- It's just for a story.

- Well, we were very clear with the press.

We said no press, who are you with?

- May Simms.

- All right, well,
you've just got yourself

a police report for breaking and entering.

Give me that.

Charlie?

Could you please escort
this gentleman out?

And speak to Kayla,

and tell her to cancel
our Thursday meeting

with Molly Simms.

- Absolutely, Mrs. B.

Come on, mate, come on.

- It's just a misunderstanding.

- No, no, no, no, I don't want to hear it.

- Can you believe the nerve of that guy?

- Terrible, isn't it?

Shall I put, put these down my trousers?

- No.

Hello!
- Hello, Annie.

How are you?

Nice to see you again.

You well?

Oh, look, beautiful.

Honey, look, purple hyacinth.

- Oh, are you doing the
flowers for the funeral?

- Mm.

- Listen, did you do the Sir
Joh Bjelke-Petersen funeral?

Because the flowers there were wonderful.

Very you, I thought.

- We went- (sneezes)

- Bless you, darling.

- I wasn't a florist
then, I was a teacher.

- Teacher.
- High school.

- Ah, yes, high school, I remember that.
We didn't meet in high school, but,

how long have you been a florist?

- Seven years.
- Oh, how time flies.

We've been married for, ooh, ages now.

- A little bit longer than that,

But we still love each other so much!

- Excuse me, I've got to, um.

- [Charlie] Yes, of course, goodbye.

(Charlie humming)

- Oh, Charlie, treasure!
- Mm-hmm?

- These must be the legal papers

they were talking about in the emails.

she wanted Jonah to buy
her out of the company,

but she's the only one who signed.

- All right, look at this.

I'm no expert, but aren't
these designs terrible?

- Ooh, yeah.

Oh, God, they're awful.

Well, Jonah was a lot of things,

but at least he was talented.

- Gabi wants to dissolve
her partnership with Jonah,

but why would she want to
set up her own business

if her designs are so dreadful?

- Maybe she didn't realize
they were dreadful.

Maybe her brother loved her
too much to tell her the truth.

- Okay, so Jonah was nice.

- Actually, can't have been that nice,

because he was leaking stuff to the press

about Alex and Rachel.

If I'm running Jonah Ellroy,

why would I want to leave
all that glitz and glamor?

- Yeah, but she's not
just a manager, is she?

Tailor's notch, she's a seamstress,

she's a creative type.

- Oh, I've gotta take something,

those flowers are killing me.

(playful music)

What?

- The answer's in the flowers.

It's been right in front of us.

(starts engine)

Floriography was all the rage
in Queen Victoria's time.

People were forever sending each other

coded messages via tussy mussies.

In fact, Oscar Wilde once
sent Bosie a posy, which was-

- Could you make a long
story short, sweetie?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, of course, darling.

All right, the flowers at Jonah's show --

goldenrod, monkshood, sweet
pea, and forget-me-nots.

They're bouquets of hate.

There's not a kind bloom among them.

- Okay.

- Now, the purple hyacinth
is a very uncommon choice

for a funeral bouquet.

Traditionally, it's a symbol of remorse.

It's a plea for forgiveness.

Now, our friend Annie, the florist,

she sent flowers of hate
to Jonah's show, warning.

And to his funeral, flowers
saying, "I'm sorry."

- But why?

- She must have hated Jonah
for a pretty big reason.

I mean, this was a crime of
public humiliation and rage.

And she changed careers seven years ago.

- Seven years ago,

Jonah was launching his
ready-to-wear label.

It's in the clippings.

- Oh, is there anything
about a mysterious fire

or did he secretly marry

an unassuming high school teacher?

- A dead model?
- Where, when?

- Uh,

Fleur La Cloche, one of the
rising stars of Jonah's stable,

tragically passed away

after a short battle with anorexia.

- La Cloche is French for bell.

- Annie Bell.

This is it.

This is what we're looking for.

(sniffling)

- [Charlie] Annie's shop is closed.

No one answered when I buzzed.

- So what do we do now?

Well, did you see Dr. Zell?

- Mm-hmm.

- Did he give you anything?

- Yeah, I think I feel worse.

I feel weird.

- You have a thing-
- Oh, honey.

- Hang on.

That's her, isn't it?
That's Annie.

- Yes, yep.

(tense music)

Oh, God, no.

Sorry, Charlie,

Charlie, I'm just not-

- What's wrong?

- I'm feeling weird.

I took two of those things in the car.

I feel weird.

Ow, ow!

Hurting, hurting, ow!

You go talk to Annie.

- You stay here, don't look down.

(sniffling)

Ah!

Ah, Annie!

- Please, leave me alone.

- Yeah.

Yeah, absolutely.

Absolutely, leaving you alone, Annie.

Leaving you alone.

Darling?

Darling? Sweetie?

- Yeah?

- Any sort of ledge.

I'm not sure what to do.

- Okay, um,

okay, tell her that we're here for her.

And that we're not leaving,

and that everything's gonna be okay.

- We're here for her, we're not leaving,

everything's okay.

Okay, thanks, darling.

Um...

Annie?

Annie, um...

Listen, we are here for you.

We're not going anywhere,

and everything's gonna be okay.

- Who's we?

- My wife and I.

My wife Nicola, who I think you met.

She's a couple of levels below.

She's got a sinus condition,

and she's had some medication,

which has weirded her out a bit.

So I mean, she'd be a lot
better at this than I am.

But I think the point is
at the end of the day,

you need to know that you're not alone.

Annie?

I'm, I'm gonna come up on the roof.

- No.

- No, no, no, nothing to be alarmed about.

I'm just going to,

to come here, and there's
absolutely no need to panic.

- You don't know what
it is that I've done.

Nothing's better.

It's awful! (sobbing)

(cell phone rings)

- Annie, I just have to,

just have to take this call, okay?

It should be,

It's Nicola.

Hello, darling.

- Sweetie, hi.
- Hi.

- Can you put me on to her?

- Yeah, yeah, I'll, absolutely, I'll ask.
Would you like to speak to Nicola?

- Uh, yeah.

- Yeah, yeah, okay!

Yeah, she said yeah, she said yeah.
I'll put you on speaker, yeah?

Put you on speaker.

Just gonna put you on speaker.

There we go.

You're on speaker, darling.

- Hi, Annie.
- Hi.

- It's Nicola, hi.

Um, I just want you to know that I'm here

and that I understand.

- Nobody understands,

that's the problem.

Everything is worse.

- Oh.

I want you to know that

I know all about your,

I know all about your daughter, Fleur,

and how much that must have hurt you.

And then when Jonah said

those cruel things about Rachel's weight,

it all came flooding back, didn't it?

You just didn't want it to happen again.

You didn't want another
model to starve herself.

- It wasn't just Fleur.

My whole family fell apart.

My husband couldn't cope with the skeleton

who used to be our daughter,

and Jonah did it all.

Without him,

we'd still be a family.

- Oh, Annie.

If you go through with this,

think about what's left of your family.

Think about what they've
already been through.

And Fleur wouldn't want this, would she?

They've already been through so much.

They don't deserve this.

(sobbing)

- Annie, can you come down?

Yeah.

- That's it.

- I thought it'd make it better.

Or easier somehow.

I thought,

I thought taking away
the source of the pain

would numb what I felt about Fleur.

I've doubled it.

I've doubled the pain.

I was up on the rig
filling the flower cannons.

I saw the cable.

It felt so simple.

Nothing can ease the guilt
of taking a life, ever.

I'm going straight to hell.

- No, that's not true, Annie.

Well, you saved Rachel
by sabotaging her shoe

so she wasn't there when the mirror fell.

I mean, that's gotta count for something.

- I didn't do anything to any shoes.

- Oh.

- You didn't get this from me.

I was never here.

- Peter's loyal and reliable,

I'll give him that.

- He needs a search warrant, we don't.

- Okay.
- Okay, let's go.

(exciting music)

- Best to hide shoes with other shoes.

Is this it?

- No, sweetie, that's black and silver.

- What are you doing in here?

Look, I don't know who
you people think you are,

but get out before I call the police.

- No, no, no, call the police.

I think they'd be very
interested in hearing that

you knew what was gonna happen to Jonah.

- You were on the lighting rig
the night before Jonah died

and knew what Annie had set up.

- Annie?

- You know everything
that goes on around here.

- I'm sorry, but what
are you implying here?

- It must have been hard for you,

you wanted to be a designer as well.

- No, no, I am a designer.

- No, no, no, we read your emails.

He didn't take you seriously,
he didn't want your designs.

- You hacked into my email?

- No, we broke into his flat.

- And we know that you wanted
to start your own business,

and that Jonah

didn't think that your
designs were very good.

- Jonah didn't think
anything was good enough!

Nothing, it was all him, him, him!

And, yes, I did ask him for one thing,

and he wouldn't give it to
me, but I did not kill him.

You didn't save him.

- No, I did nothing.

Nothing.

And you can't go to
jail for doing nothing.

Look, I didn't think it would kill him.

I, I thought they were just
gonna try and humiliate him

like he has humiliated me for years.

- I saved Rachel.

- Oh, Charlie.

It used to be easy to spot the bad guys.

You know, they wore black hats.

Now it's gray.

- Gray is the new black.

Hey, I developed those
photos for the portfolio.

- Oh, yeah?

- They look fantastic.

- Really?

- They're really good.

That Alex guy is gonna love 'em.

- I'm worried 'cause I smile so much

'cause you know that can be aging.

- No, no, the smile is beautiful.
You're really young.

And my favorite one

is the one of you in the red cardigan.

I had to Photoshop out the golliwogs.

- I guess it could draw
focus, couldn't it?

- Yeah, but you'd transcend that.

But I didn't want to be controversial.

(midtempo piano music)

(bright music)