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? Stand clear, Don man'll talk ?

? You can't stand where I stand,
you can't walk where I walk ?

? Watch out we run New York ?

? Policeman come we
bust him out the park ?

? I know this for a fact
you don't like how I act ?

? You claim I'm selling crack
but you be doing that ?

? I'd rather say see you 'cause... ?

Deep breath.

Has this happened before?

I think I would have mentioned it.

- How are you feeling now?
- Same.

Dizzy. My heart's thrashing
around like a fish.

- Hmm.
- You're frowning.

Are you frowning? Hard to
tell with you sometimes.

Listen, don't take it the wrong
way, but this is all your fault.

Oh, I'll try to take it the right way.

"Exercise," you said.

- "It'll make you feel better."
- Your heart's in atrial fibrillation.

What does that mean?

It means we need to get
it fixed immediately.

How?

Stand away from the bed, please.

50 joules.

Clear.

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www.addic7ed.com

Hey, hey.

Ah, here's the patient!

How are you feeling?

Disconcertingly normal.

Well, you're only 15 minutes
late. That's better than normal.

Well, I've been advised
to saunter casually

and not to worry about being punctual.

Never stopped you before.

I've also been told to
avoid anxious situations.

- You're lucky I'm here at all.
- I should buy a lottery ticket.

Me too.

That a case?

A real friend would have
bought flowers or a card or...

You want to sit down?

No, saunter casually with me.
I've got to make a delivery.

- So, it went OK?
- Oh, it's not for the faint-hearted.

Or, actually, yeah, it's
totally for the faint-hearted!

- Hey.
- Hello, hello.

- There you go, George.
- Ah, brilliant.

Would have been even
fresher, but I was waylaid.

I'll trade you bread for coffee.

Yeah, done. And one for
my occasional mate.

- Is that a good idea?
- Why wouldn't it be?

Yeah, Dad?

Coffee? Heart?

Don't pretend you know anything
about atrial fibrillation.

Sorry, what?

She's had a near-death experience.

Looking good, considering...

Thank you, George. Yes. And
that means I can have a double.

Same, thanks. Cheers.

So, the guy in here has had
an actual death experience.

- I win.
- Mm. Patrick Mandel.

A 44-year-old financial adviser.

His body was found in a
grave at Oak Hill Cemetery,

only this grave was already occupied.

Mr and Mrs Kovacs wanted to
be buried in the same grave,

only when they reopened the
grave to drop the missus in,

- they found Patrick in there...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on.

...or what was left of him.

- Definitely murdered, huh?
- Well, his head was stoved in.

- Yeah, that'd do it.
- Mm-hm.

Nice shoes.

Yeah, he was a gambler.

We know he pawned a bit of stuff
in the weeks before he died.

- He owed a lot of cash.
- To whom?

Tomoslav Rifkin.

Yeah, doesn't seem like Tommy's thing.

He has people shot.

- Mm-hm.
- What else have you got?

The victim owned a financial
advice business...

...till his gambling ruined it.

He was dead about five
months and three days,

give or take a few hours.

That is a very precise
approximation, Inspector.

Well, there's a time line.

Patrick Mandel left a
voicemail for his girlfriend

on the night of 19 December.

That's the last time he
can be confirmed alive.

Next morning, his landlady saw that
his place had been cleaned out.

And the grave that he was dropped into

was only dug for the first time
on 22 December, three days later.

Found this in his pocket,
along with his empty wallet.

- A tie clip?
- Mm-hm.

But no tie.

Oh, God!

So, he was killed on the 19th,

but didn't go into the
grave till the 22nd.

Or thereabouts.

So, where does a dead
guy go for three days?

- Not Bali.
- So, his place was cleaned out

to make it look like he'd done a runner.

- We never found his stuff.
- Why?!

- Because... we don't know where it is.
- No, why this guy?

God, hasn't he ever heard of a broom?

Jesus, mate!

Whoa! He's had a bad day, hasn't he?

What's she doing?

Oh, creating an anxious situation
she's supposed to avoid.

- Has she always been like this?
- Oh, no, no.

She's much more mellow these days.

Perfect, George.

What did you say?

Oh, you're the police
commissioner, if anybody asks.

So, his girlfriend was the
last person to hear from him?

- Last we know of.
- And who is she when she's at home?

Well, when she's at work,
she's a funeral director.

- Katrina Logan?
- Yes.

Hi. I'm Alexa Crowe.

I'm helping the police investigate
the death of Patrick Mandel.

Oh, have the police found something new?

No, nothing yet. I'm just following up.

What does 'following up' mean?

I'm a fresh pair of eyes.

I'd like to know how long

you and Patrick were seeing one another.

Um, about 2.5 years.

What's happening with the man
that Patrick owed money to?

Well, right now, I'm more interested in

how much Patrick had to do
with the funeral business.

Look, I've been over and over this,

and I have a family coming for
a viewing in about 10 minutes.

How much more of this
random interrogation

do I have to put up with?

Well, it's not random.

Your boyfriend was found in a
grave and you run a funeral home.

Is that a coincidence?

Yes. Maybe. I don't know.

Do you think I killed him?
Is that why you're here?

I'm just looking for the truth.

I can give you five minutes.

How long have you been
running this place?

Well, it's been a family
business for nearly 100 years.

I took over after my husband died.

That's where we store the
decedents after cremation.

So many.

Well, we have to keep them for two years,

and some have been there
a lot longer than that.

Unclaimed?

I understand you also kept
the last voice message

that Patrick left on your phone.

Hey there. It's me.

Just letting you know
the car's all fixed.

I picked it up this arvo. Hope
you're having a good time.

Call me back. I'll be at home.

Did you talk to him right after this?

Half an hour later I was at a conference.

OK, no hint that he was
worried about anything or...?

No, the opposite.

The last thing he said to
me was that he loved me...

...and that I made him realise how
beautiful and sweet life can be.

He... he was a gentleman. He
was kind and he was loving.

And what happened to
Patrick was horrible,

a person just tossed away.

And when you got back
from the conference,

your car was...?

It was parked outside his place
and the keys were inside,

and everything he owned was gone,

including his mother's
beautiful old china teapot.

Well, he had gambling debts.
You don't think he sold it?

No, he would never have done that.
It was all he had left of her.

Did he ever talk to you
about his gambling?

- Never.
- Ask you for money?

Never.

When the police mentioned it,
it was the first I'd heard of it.

Well, maybe you didn't know him
quite as well as you thought.

Well, we're all ashamed of something.

What are you ashamed of, Katrina?

I thought he'd left me.

Then, when the police found
him, I was relieved.

Mum, the Spencers are
here for the viewing.

Oh, we can talk about
this some other time.

Gabby, this is, um... Alexa.

- Hi.
- Pleased to meet you.

Look, I've got work to do, but
you're welcome to ask me questions.

Just shut the door behind you.

So, are you some sort of rent-a-sleuth?

Well, yes, minus the rent.

So, Patrick was a bit of
a shape-shifter, huh?

I thought he was a pretty great guy.

Mum's second chance
at happiness after Dad.

But, I'm not too keen on what's
come out about his gambling.

Yeah, your mother may have
dodged a bullet there.

Don't say that to her. She won't hear it.

So this grave that he was buried in...

We didn't handle any of those burials.

But can you think of anyone
else who would have known

when it was first dug?

Whoever was at the cemetery and saw it.

Loads of people.

But not us. We didn't bury
anyone at Oak Hill that day.

It's all in the statement
I gave the cops.

That's Mrs Pang.

Heart attack.

Seems too young for a heart attack.

53. Exercising at the gym.

We get a lot of that.

Really?

I used to be scared of dead bodies.

Then my dad made me realise
that this work is a privilege.

And now I love it.

I think of myself as an artist.

So, where's Mrs Pang
going all gussied up?

Off to be cremated tomorrow,
at Oak Hill, actually.

So I'll get her tidied up for the viewing

and pop her in the fridge.

Sounds like a party.

Do you want to watch?

I take it back. Apparently
coffee's good for your heart.

Oh, you do care!

I try. Any developments?

I have an idea where Patrick Mandel's
body might have gone for three days.

That qualifies.

I think someone popped him in the fridge.

So this guy, Patrick Mandel, had
four online gambling accounts.

- Four.
- He was an addict.

Yeah, big time, but he
was a snappy dresser.

So?

Well, he wasn't some slob who
sat around in his undies,

playing Blackjack and eating baked beans.

He was social, right?
I mean, he went out.

He didn't just want to be a player.
He wanted to look like one as well.

So I figured, a guy like this
doesn't just gamble online.

- So I went digging.
- You are stringing this out.

Ooh, I am.

His girlfriend says she didn't
know about the gambling,

so why was she standing beside
him at an ATM in the casino

18 months ago?

Boom!

I've got bad news.

Both refrigerated storage units
at the loading funeral home had

other bodies in them between the
19th and the 22nd of December.

Sure?

Yeah, I spoke with the deceased families.

Double-checked the dates.

That guy is Richard Rourke

and he went in on the night of the 19th.

Cremated on the 22nd.

75. Fell off a ladder.

He's too old to be up a ladder.

Look at the size of that coffin.

Can you believe they
just burnt that thing.

That's a casket.

Wait, what's the difference?

Coffins are six-sided.
Caskets are bigger.

OK. Corpse number two.

She went in for embalming
on the 18th and was buried

at Melbourne Cemetery on the 23rd.

Terrible Christmas.

So, Patrick didn't go in the fridge.

Maybe someone was playing
Weekend at Bernie's with him.

Could he have been hidden
in a coffin, or a casket,

at the funeral home?

Unembalmed for three
days in the summer? Eee!

So, you think Katrina Logan
is still good for it?

Well, we know that she lied
about her boyfriend's gambling.

We know that much.

It was a good alibi, though.

Four-day Funeral Directors'
Conference in Albury.

Oh, doesn't that sound like fun?

What about her daughter, Gabby?

Also solid as she was a busy
bee while her mum was away.

Out with friends on the night
of the 19th, says Facebook.

Then back to work on the old
guy who fell off the ladder

and she was organising other
funerals for the next two days.

Dang.

The thing is, Gabby and Katrina
Logan could not possibly

have done it without help.

Why?

Come lift me up.

- Bet you can't do it.
- Huh?

Come on.

Right!

You're making this difficult on purpose.

Can't hear you, I'm dead.

Look, I can't lift you if
you keep flopping around.

See, now, that's the thing.

Dead bodies are like that.
They're really uncooperative,

and Patrick Mandel was
much heavier than I am.

OK.

Shouldn't we be checking
out this Tommy Rifkin guy?

Patrick owed him thousands.

Guys like Teflon Tommy,
when they kill someone,

they don't try to hide it.
They make an example.

You know, heads on
sticks in village squares.

Things like that.

I want to know who knew that
that grave was available?

There's no connection between Patrick

and the funeral directors
who buried the Kovacs.

Then we just have to look for
a connection somewhere else.

And don't stare at the cat,

it's a sign of aggression.

Hey, if you're headed to Oak
Hill Cemetery, can I come?

Yeah, why?

I love it out there.

Weirdo.

So that belongs to you?

Me and the rest of the family.

My grandad bought it for us.

Wow, that's a great present.

But it's empty.

Well, none of us are dead yet.

How long has it been there?

About 15 years.

That's forward thinking.

Bet it cost a pretty penny?

It's beautiful, don't you think?

Yeah. You're going in there.

Eventually.

Ready for the resurrection.

You believe in that?

Sure. Why not?

'Cause it's not rational.

Neither is quantum physics,
but it built your smartphone.

You could do with some
spirituality in your life.

Mm!

I was thinking that myself.

You might be more relaxed about stuff.

Relaxed? Wait.

Did Kieran tell you about
my wobbly heart? Bastard.

Hey, are you Alexa?

- Yeah, Ty?
- Ah, yeah.

- Um, you... you wanted to chat?
- Yeah.

- I-I don't mean to interrupt. OK.
- Are you kidding. I'm so glad you did.

I did this one the first time.

Dave dug it up the second time
and found the trespasser.

Sneaky bugger.

And how long was the
grave open the first time

when Mr Kovacs was buried?

I dug it up at about 9 in the morning

and filled it in straight after
the funeral, about 3:30.

And how many people would have
known that the grave was here?

Plenty. People are coming
and going all the time.

Visiting and what not.

You see, we're pretty sure that
Patrick Mandel was buried on top

of Mr Kovacs that night.

Bloody audacious, eh?

How far down was he?

About a metre.

That would be half
an hour with a machine.

No, it was done with a shovel.

Oh, that would be a good
three-hour job at least.

Do you just like, dig graves all day?

No, no, we do the lawns and gardens too.

- Keep the place looking nice.
- Oh, well, you do a good job.

So how many grave diggers work here?

Uh, below ground maintenance engineers.

- Pardon me.
- Eight.

Mm.

Wait...

You don't think one of us
topped this bloke, do you?

Well, if I thought so, would I tell you?

I've got to get back to it.

People are dying to get in here.

Anything else you want to
know, just give me a hoi.

Absolutely.

Bless.

He nearly had a resurrection
just looking at you.

You'll go to hell.

Where all the fun people are.

How do you know it was
done with a shovel?

Because a machine digging at night
would have been heard for miles

around like a bloody leaf blower.

You know, something and someone
connects the victim to this cemetery

and I want to know who or what.

I really think it's worth looking
into this loan shark guy.

- Tommy Rifkin's a bad mother...
- Business card...

Please.

Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Hi. I am an analyst with the police.

Madison Feliciano.

How can I help you?

Well, I'm looking into the murder

which was discovered
here a few months back.

- Awful business.
- Yeah.

Could I look at your roster of
grave diggers from that period?

Of course.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Feliciano.

We have a family mausoleum
under that name.

Yes, we're all very much
looking forward to using it.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me what this means?

You at your desk?

Give me a break.
I only left you 20 minutes ago.

Good, get me everything
you can on Ty Danzinger.

What, the grave digger?

But I liked him.

Oh, he likes you too, Madison.

Listen, on the day that Patrick
Mandel's body was found,

he threw a sickie.

I think that's legal.

He came to work first.

He would have seen the jobs list.

So maybe he didn't want to be around
when Patrick Mandel got dug up.

Hey, Gabby, do you know a guy
who works here called Ty?

Uh, Ty Danzinger?

- Yeah.
- The grave digger?

So, do you think he knew Patrick at all?

Not that I know of.

- I don't think so, no.
- No.

Did Patrick ever help out with
the funeral arrangements?

Yeah, now and again when we were busy,

but I doubt he ever would have come here.

And Ty's never had a reason to
come to us, as far as I know.

Oh, but you had dealings with Ty?

Oh, yeah, sure, we're on great
terms with all maintenance staff.

- Huh.
- Timing's important.

Oh, well, yeah.

Because you wouldn't want
to show up for a burial

- and have a backhoe digging away, right?
- Exactly.

Wait a minute, is this
Mrs Pang's service?

Oh, sorry. Great woman.

Condolences.

It was lovely.

- So, is Mrs Pang in the old...?
- Ah, cremator? Yes.

Well, can I talk to your
mother, is she done?

No, she's just observing the cremation

with some of the family members.

What do you mean observe?

What, they're all just like
standing around the oven?

No, there's a viewing room with music.

We'll stay for as long
as the family wants.

OK, well, um, that's me, then.

- Alright.
- I'll call your mum later.

- Oh, wait a second.
- Yes.

I just have one more question.

You know when you get a box of ashes,

how can you be sure that
all the right bits in there?

That's guaranteed. Yeah.

Cremators are all individually emptied

and the deceasedant's
cremains carefully processed.

Really, no chance of a switcharoo?

No, no.

Great, cool. Thanks, OK.

Let your mum know I'll call.

OK, so how hard did you look
into the alibi of Katrina Logan?

Pretty hard. She was in Albury...

...without a car.

Patrick Mandel was driving
that around Melbourne.

She still could have done it.

Could have borrowed a car,
driven down there, killed Patrick,

stashed the body.

Possible.

- Motive?
- Something to do with the gambling?

There's no evidence Patrick ever borrowed

from Katrina or her daughter.

We went deep into all their finances.

But Katrina knew about Patrick's
gambling said she didn't.

Why?

Pretty sure you've got a theory?

Ashamed of herself? Of him?

Didn't want her daughter to know?

It's pretty thin.

I've come up with thinner.

He borrowed 20K off Teflon Tommy.

No, it's the wrong MO. I told you.

Madison keeps banging on about Tommy.

You two having little side chats?

I know that you told her
about my heart wobble.

Didn't.

There was a time when medical issues
were sacred, confidential, even.

I only said you needed
some TLC, that's all.

I know when you're
lying, 'cause you squint

and you smile.

Katrina Logan, then?

Yeah.

Probably with the help of grave diggers.

So, where did the body go for
three days if not in the fridge?

In a mausoleum?

Yeah.

Think about it, it's perfect.

You lure Patrick to the
cemetery, whack him.

Stick him in one of those sealed drawers

and then wait for the
next available grave?

Wait, not my family mausoleum.

Well, it is a lovely one.

But they need a key.

I've been in that office,
it's hardly Fort Knox.

Wait, there's not a scrap of
data that connects Ty Danzinger

with Patrick Mandel or Katrina
Logan or the funeral home.

- There's no social media. No emails.
- Phone calls?

- Well, Ty doesn't have a phone.
- Serious?

- How many people don't have phones?
- Almost 12%.

Some people are so paranoid.

I know, anyone would
think the police are going

through their personal business.

Well, you'll just have to keep
showing up at the cemetery

and flirting with him in person.

- Does he gamble?
- Nah.

Saves consistently.

Excellent credit rating.

Pays all his bills on time.

A couple of parking fines
but no criminal priors.

Hasn't even lost any points
off his driver's licence.

- Unlike some.
- Single?

- Seems to be. Is that relevant?
- Not to me.

I've emailed you his
credit and banking history.

Look, I've got two words
for you, Tomislov Rifkin.

No.

He's got loads of priors and a motive.

Patrick owed him heaps.

Madison, who is running
this investigation?

You're taking the long
way around the problem.

And I think I know why.

You're addicted to unfinished business.

That's why you keep doing these
murder cases in your free time.

It makes you feel like your
life is moving forward.

Is this TLC?

If a friend can't tell you, then who can?

Hey. Psst.

Get off my husband.

Don't sulk.

It's passive aggressive.

Hey.

Why are his shoe laces untied?

You're not actually allowed in here.

I remember the rules, Kieran.

Oh, my God. I'm having
chills, flashbacks.

Can't touch anything.

- Yeah, I remember the rules, Kieron.
- And you can't take anything.

Jesus wept, how many times
do I have to tell you?

You have no respect for the rules.

Yeah, well, that's why you get me

to deal with your
unfinished business, isn't it?

Look, no touching, no taking.

Just... I will touch with my eyes.

Watch it, men of a certain age fall
off ladders and kill themselves

all the time.

Thanks for the concern.

- Milady.
- Thank you.

Ooh! I'm not going to open anything.

Stop being such a bloody nanna.

- Look, these shoes are new.
- Uh-huh.

- You saw the laces?
- Yeah.

What did you make of that?

That he was killed while
he was getting dressed.

Or undressed, more likely.

- Because it was night-time?
- Mm.

At home.

That's where the car was. Where
he told his girlfriend he'd be.

He had a tie clip in his
pocket, but no tie.

Mm.

I mean, if he was getting dressed,
then he would put on the tie

and then put on a tie clip.

And if he's getting undressed,
he would put the tie clip away

and then take off his tie.

Why put the clip back in his pocket?

Maybe he was going to pawn it?

At night?

How tall was Patrick Mandel?

5'8".

Oh, these shoes are too big.

Size 11.

Haloumi salad for you, Ms Crowe.

- Ooh, thank you, Georges.
- Mm-hm.

Did you really have a
near-death experience?

Don't believe anything Kieron says.
He's an A-grade catastrophiser.

Good.

Why? Would you miss me?

Oh, I'd miss the bread for
coffee barter system.

I'm way in front there.

That's touching.

So what are you looking at?

Just trying to figure out if a grave
digger named Ty Danzinger

has any suspicious buying habits.

You really know how to
save on entertainment.

Got an end-of-life plan, George?

You know, that's where you say what
you want to happen when you die?

Greek Orthodox.

That was sorted before the
midwife slapped my arse.

First the burial, then the wake.

The candle in a box on
top, Con's your uncle.

So, no cremation, huh?

Not even if I died in a fire.

- You?
- Thinking of it.

Oh! Hello.

You know Eve Mirandi?

No, who's she?

He is a French fashion designer.

And he makes lovely headscarves.

Hey, Gabby.

You're one heck of a multi-tasker.

Just keeping down the overheads.

Too right. I mean, one day, all
of this is going to be yours.

Yeah, one day.

Fifth generation.

Uh, Mum's out at the moment

- but she'll be back later.
- Oh.

Oh, it can wait.

Have you learnt something?

Yeah, a couple of things.

The man that Patrick owed
money to is very dangerous.

And he's got a weak alibi.

Can't believe Patrick never told us.

Yeah, it's crazy what people keep hidden.

Mm.

- Yeah.
- Where did you get that scarf.

- It's super cute?
- Oh, thank you.

Um, I can't remember.

Somewhere in the city, I think.

Well, I want one.

I think it would look good on me.

Just because Ty was looking
at the same kind of headscarf.

He wasn't looking, he bought it.

And it wasn't just the same
kind, it was the same one.

There are probably
thousands of those made.

You're being deliberately obtuse.

Why would a grave digger buy an
expensive woman's headscarf.

Buying a headscarf
doesn't make him a killer.

Maybe.

But it does mean that he
and Gabby are on much closer terms

than she was prepared to admit.

And it does connect him
to the funeral home

and makes her a big fat
liar, just like her mother.

Hey.

Did you get Ty's medical records?

Medical information is difficult
to access these days.

Oh, somehow, I think you'll
manage. You did with mine!

What did I tell you?

And another little piece
of your heart dies.

- You rang?
- Yeah.

Sounded important.

Yeah, can you witness that
document on the bench?

End-of-life plan?

Yeah, it's everything I want to happen.

I don't want you to keep me alive any
longer than absolutely necessary.

And I don't care what you
do with my body as long

as it's the least expensive option.

Hang on a minute, what
I do with your body?

Yeah, well someone has
to make that decision

and I'm not going to be here.

There's a copy for you and a copy for me.

Should I be flattered?

Yes, this is personal shit.

- What if I die first?
- Don't be morbid.

- You can talk.
- Just sign it.

Fine.

You know, you really
should write one of those.

It's much better for the
loved ones left behind.

Thanks for the tip.

I thought you were going to
talk about Patrick Mandel.

Yes.

So, there's something going
on between Gabby Logan

and one of the grave diggers,
something clandestine.

Other than that, I've got a pair of
new shoes a couple of sizes too big,

and a tie clip which
didn't belong to him.

How did you know it didn't belong to him?

'Cause this guy didn't wear ties.

I mean, look, even when he ran
a financial advice business, no tie.

Wedding day, no tie.

This is a man who hated ties.

Maybe it was an heirloom?

- Oh, like his teapot.
- What?

Doesn't matter if it was an heirloom,

because this tie clip was 18-carat gold

and if he owed $20,000 to
Tommy Rifkin, he'd have sold it.

- So who does it belong to?
- I don't know.

But why would you plant it on a
body that you're going to bury.

It's driving me nuts.

That's a pretty short drive.

You know, when I'm dead,
you're going to regret

all of the cruel things you said to me.

Yeah, probably won't.

Gabby Logan and her secret
grave digging boyfriend,

they're hiding something.

Because?

Because a girl doesn't forget
where she got her $700 headscarf.

Well, I'm sure that all makes sense.

- Thanks for this. I guess.
- Thank you.

Oh, Kieron...

...if I do keel over when I'm out
running, please don't make sure

I end up on a slab in
stinky shoes and sweats.

Got to be looking your best
when you're getting burnt.

Too right.

Who doesn't?

Huh.

A couple of days ago, you
gave my colleague some photos

of your uncle Richard.

- Yes.
- Sorry for your loss, by the way.

Don't be too sorry. He
was a mean old buzzard.

Well, I guess I'm sorry for that, too.

Do you happen to know what he
was wearing the day he died?

Couldn't tell you.

Well, would it have been
something like a tie, for example?

Probably. He was big on appearances.

Connie...

...was this his?

Yeah, I think it was.

Thank you.

Just one thing.

Did you view the body
before it was cremated?

Nah.

Lived alone, died alone.

Well, where are his ashes now?

Not sure.

No-one in the family wants them.

Hey, Katrina.

- You again.
- Yeah.

Like a bad penny, aren't I?

Just got a question for you.

Why did you lie about Patrick's gambling?

What are you talking about?

Well, you knew all about it.

You were at the casino with him.

Can you please not let Gabby hear?

I went with him because
I thought I could help.

But it was a...

It was a compulsion.

He was a liar and a thief, Katrina.

No, he had a kind heart.
It was a sickness.

How much money did you give him, really?

Barely anything. I gave him
dribs and drabs of cash.

Dribs and drabs, though,
he was deeply in debt?

I didn't know that. Truly, I didn't.

And if you did, would you
have given him the money?

Perhaps.

And if I had, he'd still be alive.

Feel free to show yourself out.

Gabby, hey.

Oh! Hi, I'm sorry, I
can't talk right now.

We've got a service.

No, no, your mum is fine
without you just for a moment.

- No, I really can't...
- Sweetheart.

- ...talk.
- You don't have to talk.

Just listen and I'll tell you a story.

It's a story about the night
that Patrick Mandel died.

The night that he let himself
into the funeral home

using your mother's key.

He thought nobody was there.

But he took off his shoes just to
make sure, to make less noise.

But you were there.

And you heard him.

Patrick was desperate for money.

And he thought he'd look in
the drawer where you keep

your dead bodies' valuables.

That's when he pocketed
Richard Rourke's tie clip.

I think he'd stolen from you before.

And you suspected him.

But this time, you caught him red-handed.

That's ridiculous.

Come on, put it back.

I'll give you one
warning, Gabby, go home!

Go home?

You hit Patrick over the
head with something heavy.

You didn't mean to kill
him, probably, but you did.

So you called on the only
person who could help you,

who could keep his mouth
closed, and that was Ty.

It's OK. We can take care of this.

Now, you couldn't keep
Patrick's body in the fridge

'cause the fridge was full, but
Ty knew what to do, didn't he?

So while you went to Patrick's
place to clean it out,

Ty took care of the body.

Unfortunately, he didn't realise
that the shoes he put on Patrick

were Mr Rourke's.

And now you've got a problem.

Because what are you going to do
with all of Patrick's stuff right?

Can't throw it away.

You can't sell it, it'll
be traced back to you.

Where better than Richard
Rourke's big old casket.

I mean, who the hell is going to
look in there before it's destroyed?

Look, I brought something for you.

These are little pieces
of ceramic teapot.

Which I found in Mr Rourke's ashes.

Patrick would have ruined
the family business.

Which you thought was rightfully yours.

Gabby, what's going on?

- Mum.
- No.

Gabriella Logan, you're being
arrested over the death

of Patrick Mandel.

You're not obliged to say anything,
but anything you do say may be used

against you in a court of law.

Mum, it's OK. I'll be alright.

Sorry, Katrina.

I love you, baby.

Oh, Gary.