All language subtitles for Mr.And.Mrs.Murder.S01E13_English

(suspenseful music)

(bat thudding)

(metal tapping)

(metal clangs)

(burner clicks)

- [Bryce] Yes, yes, yes,
come on, baby, come on.

(man grunts)
(pan clangs)

(bell dings)

(door creaking)

(ominous music)

(knife thuds)

(man groaning)

(pan clatters)

(suspenseful music)

(horn beeps)

- Should come to a place like
this for our anniversary.

I mean not here, obviously,
but a place like this

where somebody hasn't been murdered.

- Yeah, that'd be nice.

- Yeah.

- If either of you see a
dead chef around the place,

tell him we'd love to catch up.

- What're you saying?

There's no body?

- How, how do you know
there's been a murder?

- Nobody could've survived
that sort of blood loss.

- Well, how do you know
the blood loss came

from your missing chef?

- Seeing he's the only one
missing, it's a fairly safe bet.

- [Charlie] Okay.

- It's Bryce Cormack by the way.

- Oh.
- Oh.

- We like him, don't we?
- Yeah.

- We know he was in the kitchen

till the very early hours of the morning,

because he left a message
on his wife's phone

around 4:30 a.m.

- Oh, oh, Peter, you might have warned us.

- First on the scene was a
pig farmer, Lincoln Tucker.

Early morning delivery,
got the fright of his life,

and Babe hit the deck.

- Someone's tried to clean up.

Oh, was this pot on the
sink left like this?

- Well, we haven't moved anything.

The only prints we found were Bryce's.

We've been all over the premises.

Uniforms are door knocking to see

if anyone witnessed a body being removed.

- And what about the rest
of Bryce's kitchen staff?

- Well, if the prelims
are anything to go by,

they worship the bloke.

I mean most of them are alibied,

confirmed out drinking together,

crashed on each other's couches,

including the dish pig, Hugo.

The dish washer.

- Yeah, dish pig,

it just sounds quite
demeaning, doesn't it?

- Well, that's what they call themselves.

- Peter, it's a bit like when
black people use the N word.

Fine for them, not fine for us.

- [Nicola] Right.

- Anyway, the only person yet

to have his whereabouts
confirmed is the prep chef, Rhys.

No one could track him
down but he's got form.

Six months ago, he attacked
the head chef at Maison Lazar.

(suspenseful music)

- Did you know that pigs
are as intelligent as dogs?

Some are even as smart at dolphins.

- Well, wasn't there a pig
that won the Victoria Cross?

- Yes there was, yes there was,

the animal equivalent
of the Victorian Cross.

It was the Deacon Medals
in the First World War.

Very interesting story.

He was a platoon mascot
and he led his troop,

all who had been blinded by mustard gas,

from enemy lines right through to safety.

Pencils was his name
and he was later eaten

by Churchill himself.

Quite an honor.

- It's odd that the
killer left this sauce pot

on the sink, ready to be washed.

- Well, in moments of acute stress,

the human mind does often revert to habit.

- Yeah, so whoever it was knew

their way around a commercial kitchen.

- Oh, Gandhi and Emmanuel Kant.

Great thinkers above the sink.

It's a coffee table book, you know that?

- It's not right, Charlie.

I mean, they didn't even leave a body
for his poor wife to bury.

This section here, it's
all perfectly aligned.

Everything's in alphabetical order

and then you've got
this spice section here.

It's quite random.

- Yeah.

Costmary, sorrell, cassia.

Not your average herbs, are they?

They're positively medieval.

- Whoever tried to clean here

has a really unusual cleaning motion.

Most people, they wipe in
an anticlockwise direction.

This was clockwise.

- Okay, so what?

You think the killer's lefthanded?
- Well, no, it doesn't really matter

if you're left or right handed,

nearly everyone wipes the same way.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, you're right.

- Yeah.

Except this person.

Whoever they are.

(broom squeaking)

- We certainly will be reopening sir, yes.

As soon as possible.

- It's a bit soon, don't you think?

- Well, being here probably
makes her feel closer to Bryce.

I mean, if you die, I'd
wanna carry on our work.

- Without me?

- Sure, I'd rename the business.

I'd call it the Nicola
Buchanan Cleaning Agency

in your honor and put a
statue of you on the roof

and it'd revolve and the eyes'd line up

and, depending on which way I was turning.

- Oh right.
- Right.

- Tasteful and functional.
- I think so.

I should take that.

- We really appreciate it, thank you.

No, no, the cooking classes
will continue as normal.

That's right.

Goodbye.

Okay, we need everything
soaked and cleaned

for Friday night.

Matilda!

- What?

- If you must be here,
will you at least work?

- [Matilda] I'm doing it.
(metal clangs)

- Hi, sorry, we've finished up.

I'll be back tomorrow to meet
with the health inspector

to sign off.

- Thank you, I really appreciate
all of your hard work.

- Oh, that's fine.

It must be very hard reopening
under the circumstances.

- We have to.

This place meant more to my
husband than anything else.

He would've wanted us to keep going.

- And how are you managing?

- All right, don't really
wanna stop and think right now

and, you know, the patrons, the critics,

everyone wants to pay their respects.

- My phone was off.

Is it true?

What happened?

Is he really?

- Rhys.

- No, no, piss off!

- Rhys, we wanna talk to you.

- No, I didn't do anything.

- [Peter] Come on, mate.

(pan sizzling)

- I know Rhys has a record
and he's used violence before

but a crime of passion like that,

would you hang around to clean up?

- Well, maybe it's
because he had a record,

he wanted to get rid of the evidence.

He would be the number one suspect.

- Getting rid of a body's no small task.

He's not exactly a big guy.

I don't think he'd be able
to carry a body that size

without being noticed.

- Maybe he had help.

- Or maybe Bryce wasn't that
difficult to carry anymore.

Chefs, particularly prep chefs,

are pretty handy with knives.

- The garbage bags.

They were the only thing out of alignment

in that kitchen.

- And cutting up the body would explain

why there was so much blood.

- Think I've gone off
the idea of a barbecue.

(suspenseful music)

(bell rings)

- Just-

- Yeah, sure.

- Yeah, I'm not entirely
sure about procedure

in a case like this.

- Well, in addition to the
three mandatory steams,

we've also done two dry passes

and we also ran the dehumidifier
throughout the night.

- We've gotta restock
and start from scratch

if we're to open Friday.

We have to open, please.

- Right, well, if you come with me,

I'll get the paperwork.

- Thank you.

- All right, we've got a
crate of lobster coming at 10

so we'll stick with Bryce's dish for now.

- Bryce's menu only works
with Bryce's secret sauces

and they're all in the bin

and the cops have got
his coded recipe book.

I've got a dish that'll work.

- [Ariel] I don't need something

that will just work, Doyle.

Go with Bryce's menu.

- I can't go with Bryce's menu
if I don't have his cookbook

and no one can even read
his cookbook but him.

- [Ariel] Doyle!

- [Charlie] Ah yes, the
fan of the great thinkers.

- The cleaner of society's byproducts.

- Well, that's what it
says on the van, kind of.

- Civilized man is a more
experienced and wiser savage.

- Thoreau.

- 10 points.
- Thank you.

- You're up with your
19th-century abolitionists.

- Well, I try.

- [Hugo] Well, do you want me

to test your observational skills?

- Sure, I'm game.

- I'm wearing a badge, whose
photograph does it feature?

- Oprah Winfrey.

- Now, you joke because
you think you don't know.

Focus on nothing and
inside there is the answer.

(bell dings)

- George Orwell.

- [Hugo] Well done.

- Well, thank you.

- Sorry to interrupt but we
have a lot of prep work to do.

- Menu's outdated.

- No more arguments, Doyle.

Everything stays as is.

Except for the pecan
and apple-infused pork

which we're canceling for obvious reasons.

- Just get Lincoln to deliver another one.

God knows he owes us.

- I was just wondering
how you infuse a pig

with apple and pecan.

- Pig meat is especially
responsive to its diet.

Really, you can get pork
to taste like anything

depending on what you're feeding it.

Alfalfa, acorns, quinoa.

- Yep, yep, absolutely right.

You remember our war hero friend, Pencils?

You know how he got his name, don't you?

'Cause he broke into the quarter
master's stationary store

and he, you know?

The men couldn't write home for a month.

True story.

Oh gosh.

Funny old world, isn't it?

(suspenseful music)

- It's quite full on to
code a cookbook, isn't it?

- Well, chefs live or die

on the originality of their dishes.

- [Nicola] Yeah.

- You don't think Thingy'd
let us have a look

at that cookbook, do you?

- Given Peter's current mood, no.

You know, I called him about
our garbage bag theory.

He still hasn't called back.

- Really?

- So pigs will eat anything,

do you think they might eat a dead body?

- During the American Civil War,

feral hogs used to come out
after the battles and tidy up.

- Maybe Bryce's body parts have ended up

at Lincoln's pig farm.

- Perhaps Lincoln didn't just
discover the murder scene.

- Yeah, maybe he created it.

Fingers.

Right, okay, coast is clear.

It's all good.

- Well how can ya tell?

I mean, anybody could be in that shed.

They could be hiding in that water tower.

- Nah, nah, it's all good, sweetie.

- They could be there waiting
and loading a shot gun.

(woman humming)

But you're humming the investigative tune.

You know I'm a sucker for that.

(pigs squealing)

- I suppose you get used to the smell,

you know, after a couple of years.

- Yeah, yeah, I know my
sense of smell's outta whack.

To me, it smells like that
caravan park we stayed in

at Girmata last year.

- Nah, I think you're right.

- [Lincoln] What the hell are you doing?

- Oh hello, not to worry,
we're professional cleaners,

aren't we, darling?

- Hello.

- I don't care who you are!

Get outta here.

- No, no, this is a no-obligation quote.

- I don't want any weirdos
messing with my babies.

- We looked at the area
and we reckon $15,000.

Two weeks, we'll have it
smelling like a pine cone.

Right darling?

- Charlie.

(suspenseful music)

It's his hat.

- I'm not a killer, I'm a
pig farmer for Christ's sake.

- It's terrible.

How could someone do that?

- I'm just not sure he did.

Forensics know Bryce was killed shortly

before Lincoln found him
and raised the alarm.

There wouldn't have been time
to drive a body out here,

then drive back and raise the alarm.

- Unless he was working with someone else.

- Well, if he was, my money's
on that other cook, Rhys.

- No, Peter, no, no, he's a damaged kid,

but he's not a killer.

I know that, I can feel that in my waters.

- No, you don't.

That kid has priors, motive, no alibi

and a biblical temper
and a smart-ass lawyer

and we've had to release him for now.

But with this new evidence,
it's only a matter of time.

- You know, I never
thought I'd say these words

in this order but maybe Peter is right.

Rhys plus history of
violence plus evidence

does equal likely suspect.

- I know, I know, but
you should've seen Rhys

in the restaurant when he heard.

It doesn't add up.

You know, everyone has an alibi.

Everyone supposedly loved Bryce.

It's just too neat, you know,

and if Lincoln did have an accomplice,

it has to have been someone
from the restaurant.

- You wanna go back to
the restaurant, don't you?

Whereas I think, given we
both smell of pig dung,

we should both go home and have a shower.

Call me old fashioned,

but given that our 10th
wedding anniversary's tomorrow,

I would love to see in the new day

not reeking of animal feces.

- Okay, well how about this for a plan?

What say you go home and
you draw a hot, steamy bath

and you light some candles

and you put on some romantic music,

say some Ben Jealous or some Phillip Glass

and when I get home from the restaurant,

we celebrate our 10th wedding
anniversary a little early.

- I will draw the most realistic
bath you have ever seen.

(dog barking)

(woman screaming)

It's okay, it's okay.

- Ah, hello.

- Hi.

- Hi, I'm wanting to book
in for the cooking classes.

They're still going, aren't they?

- Yep, you're lucky that
there's a couple of places left.

- I just think it's so
great the way you guys

have all banded together
to keep Razorback going

and much be such a great team.

- Yeah.

- Sorry.

- No, it's what Bryce woulda wanted.

He was crazy about his cooking.

He was passionate.

Excuse me.

(bird caws)

- Hello?

Hi, I was just wondering
about the cooking classes.

- How's that husband of yours?

Is he still using his humor to deflect?

You know it can also illuminate?

- So what's on the menu for Friday?

- Well, the maestro here won his battle

and will be presenting his own
signature dish to the world.

- Oh, congratulations.

That's great.

What is it?

- Oh well that's a secret for now.

You might be working for the press so...

- No, no, this one works for the police.

- Has there been any news since the?

- Oh no, I really wouldn't know.

I think they're still speaking to Lincoln.

Has Lincoln been supplying
Razorback for long?

- Yeah, a couple of years.

He stopped for a little while though.

- Why?

- That was between Bryce and him.

Some kind of argument...

- That involved some kind of fight.

- As in a physical fight?

They patched it up?

- I wouldn't exactly say that.

All right, you know what?

I am gonna tell you what the sides are
but you are sworn to secrecy.

- Oh, okay.

- Garlic potatoes.

The secret ingredient is goose fat.

- Oh!

That's one of your creations?

- No, that's a team
effort, wouldn't you say?

- Yeah, team as in Bryce saying
here's the recipe, people,

make it and you won't get hurt.

- Oh but Bryce wasn't one of those sort

of Gordon Ramsay knife-throwing
chefs though was he?

- No, no, no, he was just passionate.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, Doyle, give her
a taste of that passion.

- Oh!

(woman grunts)

Oh, that's beautiful.

That's so delicious.

Am I getting fennel?

- Very good.

- Aha!

Wow!

It's a very strange kitchen, Charlie.

- [Charlie] Well, it's a
high-stress environment.

People who work in
commercial kitchens have

the highest rate of addiction
than any other profession.

- Well, looking at Peter today,

I think cops must be quite
high up on that list too.

- Well, I've always said he drinks.

So did you find out
anything new about Bryce?

- Yeah, apparently he
had a fight with Lincoln.

- Really?

Lincoln seemed like such
a reasonable lunatic.

- And whenever anyone describes Bryce,
they say he was passionate.

- Rudolph Valentino passionate?

- I'm thinking more Idi Amin.

- Ah.

- [Nicola] Maybe he
pushed someone too far.

- Yes, yes, maybe someone
saw Lincoln stand up to Bryce

and had a word or two to him.

- Maybe.

When he had that fight with Bryce,

he had the means to dispose of a body.

Well, whoever it was,
whoever took that body

to the pig farm must've
left some telltale sign.

- Apart from the chef's hat?

- Apart from the chef's hat, yes.

- [Charlie] Yes, yeah, all right.

Do you want the cold end or the hot end?

- There are different ends?

- [Charlie] Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(pigs squealing)

(Nicola shrieks)

Great.

- Grade A stuff!

- Good.

Grade A stuff for the pigs,

crap for Lincoln.

- It looks like he's
struggling, doesn't it?

Yeah, maybe that's why they fought.

Like, if he's on the skint,

Bryce was underpaying him.

You know, maybe they had
another fight that turned bad.

(suspenseful music)

(people shouting)

- [Lincoln] I'm not talkin'
to you, get outta here.

- What was that about?

- I don't know, but
it's a long way to come

just to yell at someone.

- Yeah, you know, Rhys isn't the only one

without an alibi.

Ariel claims that she was
asleep when Bryce called.

No one's been questioning that.

(birds chirping)
(shoes tapping)

- [Peter] Charlie?

- [Charlie] Sheriff.

- Is Nic home?

- Nope, women folk are out learnin' how

to run a chuck wagon.

The girls have gone to cooking class.

What you got there in
that there saddlebag?

- I'm gonna hate myself for this.

Bryce's cookbook, a copy of it anyway.

- Oh, thank you.

Peter, you shouldn't have.

- I know I shouldn't have
but you may have more luck

than we're having.

- No, no, this is very kind of you.

Thank you.

- Listen, Charlie, I've
been a bit of a heel lately.

I wanted to apologize to Nic and you.

Sometimes I think I'm my own worst enemy.

- Not while I'm around, Peter.

- The moment you discover anything at all,

you call me, all right?

- Absolutely, yeah, I'll do that.

- No citizen's arrest or-

Charlie?

- Yeah, yeah, I know, gotcha, yep.

No citizen's arrest.

- Please say I'm sorry to Nic.

- Yeah, yeah, I'll be sure and mention it.

- And I'll demonstrate what it is

that makes my mujadara the type of meal

that'll have everyone at
your next dinner party

putting their keys in
the bowl before dessert.

- Surely you don't need
food to convince your guests

to stay around for dessert.

- Okay, I need you to go
over and talk to Rhys.

Find out what you can about Ariel.

- [Jess] Him?

- [Nicola] Yeah.

- Please.

- Okay.

I'll use menopausal musical as cover.

- Great, I wanna see if I
can get into her office.

- [Doyle] So we've prepared
a few ingredients here.

We're puttin' a carrot
which is already diced.

- Mind if I observe for a bit?

- Sure.

(woman laughing)

- Does it bother you
having all these people

in your kitchen?

- You get used to a lotta background noise

when working with Bryce.

- I was a waitress once at
a restaurant in the city

and one time the line cook
overfired the creme brulee

and ended up with a fork
stuck in his ear so...

- Yeah, my last boss liked
to throw hot oven trays.

- Oh my God.

- Yeah, until I threw one back at him.

- Wait, was that Bryce?

- No, Bryce, he never
meant to mess with anyone.

He just wanted us to do a better job.

You know, you just gotta
roll with the punches.

- [Doyle] So presentation is part of-

- And what about Ariel?

- What about Ariel?

(people laughing)

(saw buzzing)

(door taps)

(shoes tapping)

- Hi.

How are you feeling
about tonight, Matilda?

- Look, I'll just be glad when
everything's back to normal.

- Do you like the job?

- It's stressful and pays next to nothing.

I don't know, when you're in service

and everything just works,

it feels like you're a part of something.

- Yeah, I can imagine.

Oh, sorry.

- No, I'm not allowed to eat soft cheeses.

- Are you pregnant?

(melancholy music)

(shoes tapping)

Oh, I'm so sorry, are you all right?

- He's dead, I loved
him and now he's dead.

- Oh dear.

Oh dear.

- Oh, darling, it's beautiful.

- [Nicola] Do you like it?

- I love it.

Thank you so much.

- [Nicola] I'm so pleased.

- It's fantastic.

- Now, it's so unfair, Charlie.

Poor Ariel wanted so
desperately to have a baby

and then when that failed,

she went all the way down
the road towards adoption.

Could you pass me the balsamic?

- Really?

- Yeah, thanks sweetie.

Thanks darling.

And her husband's having
a baby with Matilda.

That's a strong motive for murder.

- Yes, very strong.

- Could you, garlic.

- Right.

(bell rings)

- Can you get that, sweetie?

- Oh right, yeah, yeah, the door, yeah.

Oh God.

Hi.

- Peace offering.

- Oh, no, no, that's not necessary,

I told her you were sorry so that's fine.

- I wanted to do it in person.

Truce?

- Thank you.

Oh, very good month.

- I won't stay.

- Oh, okay, sure.

- Something special for
the anniversary, yeah?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, well, you know,

it's the tin anniversary
so we're going all out.

- Sorry?

- The 10th anniversary
was celebrated with tin,

call it the tin anniversary.

- That's spooky 'cause
today is my anni-vorcery.

- What's?

- The anniversary of my divorce.

My ex-wife came up with that.

She had a way with words.

I really miss that.

(dog barking)

- Nic, it's Peter.

He's gonna stay for dinner.

- Oh no.

- Yes.

- [Peter] Are you sure?

- Come in, please, be our guest.

(door creaks)

Believe me, I'm just
as surprised as you are

but think of poor Peter.

- Poor Peter?

- Yeah, yeah, it's the anniversary
of his wife leaving him.

He's miserable.

Obviously he's a difficult
man to get along with.

He's got a lousy sense of humor,

doesn't dress well at all.

Look at him.

If you left me, I'd
probably end up like that.

More distinguished, obviously.

- To another 10 years.
- 10 years.

- Nic, this is amazing.

- Look at the effort he's going to.

The poor, lonely,
hungry, wifeless bastard.

- Yes, Ariel has no alibi
but we have no proof.

She willingly admitted that she knew

about Matilda and Bryce

and that she went to
the pig farm to find out

from Lincoln why her dear
husband was taken there.

As he confirmed.

- Couldn't they have acted together?

- Well, along with a strong alibi,

Lincoln stands to lose
everything by Bryce's murder.

It's not a good look for
either of their endeavors.

Well, I could sit here

and listen to you two theorize
all night but I have to go.

- Oh, okay.

- Right, thank you so much
for a beautiful dinner, Nic.

- Oh no.

- There you go Peter.
- Thanks for coming.

It was lovely.
- Thank you Charlie.

Thank you, oh, Charlie,

how did you go with cracking the code?

- I'm still working on it.

- Okay, well you let me know, all right?

- Absolutely, you'll be
the first person I ring.

- Oops.
- Sorry.

All right, bye.
- Okay.

Lovely, thanks.
- Let's do this again.

- Yeah, bye, good luck with everything.

All right Burgess, get your jacket.

We're gonna go out for a proper dinner.

(upbeat music)

- I'm sorry that there are no tables.

- Oh, no, no, don't be silly.

We just came on a whim

and we should've known
that you'd be packed.

- I did manage to steal you a plate.

It's Doyle's new signature dish,

compliments of the house.

I was pretty nervous about
it but it's actually amazing.

- That's so lovely of you, thank you.

- Thank you very much.

- [Ariel] Enjoy.

- That's very generous.

- Oh God, that's divine, isn't it?

- Plaster of Paris, my favorite.

Shall we?

- Oh that's juniper.

- It's a little trouty.

- There's something else a
little bitter at the end.

- At the edge, yeah.

- Is that fennel?

- Funny story about the fennel.

- Sweetie?

- Taste it a little bit more.
Tell me what else you can taste.

- Slightly bitter thing might be,

might be anise.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I think I've worked out

what's wrong with Bryce's spice rack.

- [Nicola] What?

(shoes clacking)

- I'll tell you in a minute.

Sorry, no, no, my fault.

- Oh!

- I'm sorry, that dish
was so lovely, thank you.

(Ariel sniffling)

- He's having a baby.

(Ariel crying)

(fire whooshes)

- Table five entrees, done, let's go.

- Pardon me, sorry.

- Looking for a job?

- No, no, no, I don't, no-

- [Doyle] Where is the fish?

- [Rhys] Yep, yep.

- [Doyle] Get onto it!

- The complimentary meal,
it was a nice gesture, that.

- Oh great, yeah, thank you.

- That's all right, no, no, thank you.

- Can we please get some service?

Rhys, where's the fish?

(suspenseful music)

(birds tweeting)

- Have you been up all night?

- No, no, no, no, no.

- Oh darling, any luck?

- Well-

- [Jess] He's sawed
through 15 cuckoo clocks.

- Charlie.

- I know it's expensive, darling,

but it does help me concentrate.

- You can do it, if anyone can
crack this puzzle, it's you.

- It's a code, it's a code.

- Code.

- Devilish code.

- Doesn't surprise me if it's complicated.

Bryce was nothing if not complicated.

Ariel found him infuriating
but she obviously loved him

and he treated poor Rhys
like some kind of slave

but still seemed to care for him

and then there's Matilda.

Speaking of which, I'm
gonna see her this morning.

- Matilda the waitress?

- I told her she could
call if she wanted to talk.

She text me this morning

and the poor thing's going through hell.

I mean, she's just learnt
that she's pregnant

and the father of her baby's dead.

- You're a better man than
I am, Nicola Buchanan.

- I guess.

Bye.

- Bye bye, darling.

- Bye sweetie.

- [Answerphone] Hi, you've called Matilda.

I can't take your call right
now so please leave a message.

- [Jess] You know, maybe it's like coded

like each spice has a corresponding-

- Hey, holy mackerel, wait
a minute, wait a minute!

These three spices were in
Doyle's signature dish last night

and I think the reason
the spice rack wasn't

in alphabetical order

was because the herbs had been organized

according to their medicinal families.

Mind, body, soul.

So these three were out of place

in the spice rack
directly after the murder,

the morning we came to clear up,

which means that Bryce
was using those spices

in his new dish the night he was murdered.

- Right.

- So they're on the bench,

whoever it was comes in,

tries to clean up after the murder,

puts them back into the spice rack,

albeit in the wrong order.

- Right.

- But here's the good
thing, in relative terms,

these three spices

were the only ones used
in the dish last night.

- So that wasn't Doyle's
new signature dish?

- No.

- It was the one Bryce was
working on when he was murdered.

- Yes!

- So Doyle stole it!

- Yes!

- So he killed Bryce and
pretended that dish was his.

- I think he did.

- Then you cracked the code?
- I didn't, I didn't crack the code.

I will crack the code.

You ring Nic.

(Charlie humming)

- [Answerphone] Hi, you've called Matilda.

I can't take your call right
now so please leave a message.

- Hi, hi, it's me again.

I hope you're all right.

I'll keep trying and I'm-

(phone beeps)

- That's it!

Yeah, all right, all right.

Okay, okay, okay.

Grab this, all right.

We know, do we not,

that these three spices were used

in the last recipe in the cookbook.

So all I have to do is
look at the ingredients

and see which ones have
the same number of letters.

Perfectly simple.

Fennel, fennel, fennel,
fennel has got six letters.

(paper rustling)

Here we are, here are.

Okay, tymmyj, tymmyj, T-Y-M-M-J.

The double M must a double N,

same number of letters, that's fennel!

Thank you!

Your aunt usually gets a
lot more excited than this.

- Yeah, I got a lecture to go to.

- All right, okay, no, no, no, no, no,

you need to ring Chief Inspector Thingy

because it may well be
that Doyle used the recipe

but there's only one person apart from me

who coulda cracked the
code and that's Hugo.

- Hello?

Hello?

- [Hugo] Hello again.

- Hi Hugo.

Thanks so much for last night.

- Well, unless you're talking
about how clean your cutlery was,

I'm probably not the
right person to thank.

- I'm actually looking for Matilda

and her phone's switched off

and I'm wondering if you
know how I might contact her.

- Her address is in the office.

Would you like to come through?

- No, that's okay, I can just wait here.

- Of course.

(suspenseful music)

- Great, listen Nic.

Fizzy, it's me.

It wasn't just Doyle, it was Hugo too.

Hugo cracked the code and Doyle used it.

Took the two of them to kill Bryce

and get rid of the body.

I'm on my way.

- Here it is.

(Nicola shrieks)

I'm sorry, are you all right?

- Yeah, you gave me a fright.

- Did I?

- Yeah.

- She just lives around the corner.

- Right.

Well, thank you.

- [Hugo] Bye bye.

- [Nicola] Bye, bye.

(suspenseful music)

- Nic?

Hello?

- [Hugo] It's Charlie, isn't it?

- Hi, yeah, yes it is.

But you can call me Charlie.

- The police sweeper.

- Look I'm just, I just wondered
whether you'd seen my wife.

You know, Nicola.

Long hair, beautiful.

She said she'd be here, that's all.

No, oh.

Hey, Hugo, you seem
like an intelligent man.

- Do I?

- Yes, anyone who can draw a link

between Emmanuel Kant and Gandhi

is obviously a man of superior intellect

and you are very familiar, intimately,

with this kitchen and
you knew Bryce very well.

Do you know who killed him?

- Bryce killed Bryce.

- So a self-dismembering suicide?

That's rare and impossible.

- There you go again, I'm
offering you something

and you run the other way.

- No, no, no, no, not at all, no, no.

I mean, the reason I ask
is that the other night,

Doyle's signature dish was very familiar.

It was very familiar.

It was very much like Bryce's dish.

In fact, I'm certain it was Bryce's.

- You know something, Charlie?

I think you're right.

- Ah, yeah, I thought I was.

I thought when I tasted it

and then I saw the spice rack,

a light went off in my head

and I just, you know, I thought sure.

I figured that Doyle had killed Bryce.

- See what you can do when you
put your mind to it, Charlie?

Illumination.

- So is Doyle here or is he about?

No.

- You're clever, Charlie
but you keep missing

those small details.

- Do I?

Well, that's interesting
you should say that Hugo,

because the other day, you
tested my observational skills.

What was it you said?

You said focus on nothing
and the answer is inside.

George Orwell.

- No, no, no, you miss the little things

around the edges of the illumination.

Whereas I see the whole picture.

- Well, perhaps not the
whole picture, Hugo.

Peter?

- Hugo, Hugo, take a step back.

(melancholy music)

Take a step back, Hugo,

hands behind your head, take a step back.

Hugo, that's it, that's
it, hands behind your head.

(Hugo laughing)

- You're just a cog in the wheels darling.

You got nothing on me, cop, you hear me!

A civilized man is a more experienced

and wiser savage, darling, you hear me?

You're pig food, I'm gonna chop you up.

I'm gonna feed you to piggies.

- You okay?

- Yeah, no, yeah, I am, thank you, yep.

- Thank you, well done.

It's not a confession but it's a start.

- Yeah, so did you apprehend Doyle?

- Not yet, we can't find him.

- He's probably at Matilda's house.

Nicola's at Matilda's house.

- [Peter] Let's go!

(birds chirping)

- I'm just so sorry.

And it's such a senseless crime.

I guess all you can really do is just...

Just try and rebuild.

- I know.

(kettle whistles)

- Oh God, I'm so sorry, I'm clumsy.

- Oh, no, don't worry,
don't worry about it.

(suspenseful music)

- It's clockwise.

You know I can almost make
sense of Doyle wanting

to kill Bryce.

Maybe even Hugo but you?

- Everything Hugo said always
made sense at the time.

But when he left it was
like waking from a dream.

Waking and finding
yourself covered in blood.

- Doyle was it?

Oh God.

- Bryce didn't want me.

And he didn't want the baby

and I wanted to hurt him
but I didn't kill him.

I helped him clean, I
just helped him clean.

I need help, Nicola.

- Nicola!

- I want help.

- What do you need help with, Matilda?

- Nothing.

- The police who are outside.

- I just came from outside.

- Front way.

- You couldn't keep it together, could ya?

- [Matilda] I didn't.

- You just had to keep
your bloody mouth shut.

And now what am I supposed to do?

(Matilda crying)

- Doyle, put the knife down!

Put the knife down!

Put the knife down now, back it up!

Back up!

(melancholy music)

- Ariel Cormack, proprietor and wife

of the late Bryce Cormack,
said she fully intends

to open another restaurant
despite the tragic events

that led to the closure of Razorback.

Oh, that poor thing.

And she's literally lost everything.

- Darling, darling, darling.

Happy anniversary.

- Oh, Charlie.

Oh, I love it.

- I made it.

I wanted to make it life size

but I couldn't get the council approval

but it's all about the tin.

It's tin.

- Is it waterproof?

- Dunno.

Well, we better test it.

I'll run a bath.

- Yes, okay.

That's a good idea.

A woman of science, your auntie.

I should probably help
her 'cause it dangerous.

- [Jess] Yep.

- Okay.

- Okay.

(peaceful music)