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Zazu is the PA in your pocket.

It integrates all your data.

You know, let's just say
you wanna challenge

a parking ticket, Zazu does it
for you.

It gets the photos,
writes the claim,

even deals with the refund.

Anyone can have a personal
assistant for a few pounds.

Few pounds...

Welcome aboard, Mr. Galloway.

Full steam ahead, Ms. Hamilton.

Where's our drinks?
Oh, there they are.

Now, I'm sure you know
I'm a bit of a foodie.

So to mark our great union,

I've given you all
a bit of gastronomic swag.

Please, help yourselves.

One of us!

-Well, cheers!
-Cheers, cheers, cheers!

Cheers!

Press release is going out
first thing tomorrow.

New beginnings, teamsters.
Gonna put things right.

As your CEO, I promise that.
One of us!

Some things you can't put right,
Damien.

-Right.
-I just...

Uh, Calvin, I'll do the live
issues maintenance tonight.

-But that's my gig, always.
-Mate.

We've got ten new engineers
starting tomorrow.

You'll never have to do
the graveyard shift again.

Come on, and celebrate, huh?
Have some fun!

Oh, come on!
Go, go, go, go, go!

Okay, okay.

Hi, Zazu, get me one pepperoni
from Smoking Hot.

Ordering one pepperoni
from Smoking Hot Pizza.

I know what this looks like.

Mad middle-aged woman
talking to herself.

"I see dead Indians."

But it helps.

I just wish I knew
that you could hear me.

Can you hear me?

I didn't mean it.
Get back in your cupboard.

Alright, mummyji?
Zazu, off!

What, what the hell is going on?

Who's been messing
with my lights and my radio?

My Magic Bullet buzzed
all on its own!

-Your what?
-My blender!

Just swerved
years of therapy.

Anyway, chill.
It's this wicked new app.

Just gotta adjust the filters.

Well, it's like it does
everything!

Like, it reads your mind.

-What's up?
-Does it do this?

Ow! That's abuse!

And look.

I asked it to order you
your spices.

See? They didn't have any cumin
or fennel, but they had...

Mace?

Zazu, call Childline!

Oh, no!

Don't call a cab.
Let me drop you somewhere.

Oh. Well, if you're sure,
Mr. Galloway.

Laurence, please.

Although, I might charge you

after the share price
you got out of me.

Now I know why they call you
Sharky Hamilton.

So you're gonna let me in

or do I have to bite
your other leg off?

Stan, we're gonna
give Ms. Hamilton a lift home

and then back to the hotel.

Unless, of course, I could tempt
you out for a little dinner?

Well, thank you,
but I think it's a takeaway

and Netflix for me tonight.

-Oh.
-But why don't you ask Zazu?

She'd plan the perfect evening
for you, I'm sure.

So Zazu's a woman, is she?

It's a ruthless multi-tasker
who can read your mind.

-Hmph.
-What do you think?

-Shall we?
-Of course.

Please leave your message

after the tone.

Hi, baby.
Deal is done and I'm buzzing.

But also obviously

got some loose ends
to tie up here.

So, uh, don't wait up.

Get some rest.

Anymore Braxton Hicks,
just call me.

Any day now, you know it.
I love you.

Zazu, maintenance mode.

Turn off security cameras
A through to G

in sectors 2, 3, 4 and 7.

Admin recognised,
Damien Sterling. 0-0-0-1.

Entering maintenance mode.
Security in selected zones off.

Took your time, mate.
Leave it there.

Oi, not so fast, bro.
This is cold.

It says on the box,
if it's not hot, it's free.

Please, no!

Oh, and, um, some paprika,
please. Thank you.

Sweet. Can tell
you're a proper cook.

I prefer chef.

And, yes, I'm making
an Indian-influenced paella.

Oh, I love paella.
Me gusta mucho paella.

Oh, habla usted Espanol,
muy bien?

Mm.Pocito. Pocito.

Your accent's pukka.
You've been to Spain?

No, never. No. Just Spanish
cuisine classes on YouTube.

"Cooking WithConcepcion."

There's a place
just outside Barcelona

I used to visit every year.

Lucky you. Why stop?

Got tired of travelling alone,
innit?

But, man, the food.

Like, there's a permanent party
in my mouth.

Yes, good food does that.

And someone who loves to eat
loves life. Isn't it?

What are you doing
cosying up to Sleazy Spice?

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People are talking.

Oh, better be careful then.

I'm gonna serve
him up later with

somesaag paneer
and a niceChianti.

-Uh, uh, uh, uh...
-Oh.

Oh, darling, close your mouth.

And hurry up, we
don't wanna miss our interview.

God.

Mum, Mum, Mum!
You're in the wrong lane! Go.

Just take a left.
Take a right, not le...

Mom, you're going
the wrong way again!

-Stop pancaking.
-It's a one-way system!

You're putting me off! Shh-shh.

Where are you going?

Oh, my gosh, Mom,
you're jerking the car too much!

I am not jerking.
I am accelerating.

You are,
you're gonna kill us both.

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They old enough
to be out without their mothers?

Lucky them, innit?

Look, this is Berkshire's
Silicon Valley, and this lot

built it before some of them
had even started shaving.

The geek shall inherit
the earth.

J

Maybe you should retake
your GSCE Computer Science.

And the woman you're working
for, Bree Hamilton,

they call her "The Shark."

She's like the Deborah Meaden
of tech.

She buys and sells these guys
like that!

All the more reason to make
a good impression then.

You know, normally there are
no second chances in business,

6

Tez, but I'm gonna give you one.

But this time I want focus,
I want attention and I wan...

Tez!

He dropped it.

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Well, you're the fourth
caterer I'm seeing today.

I expect fine-dining fare,

but I keep getting offered
sub wedding buffet shit.

Hopefully, I won't be
disappointed yet again.

My goodness. Is there a speed
record you haven't broken? Heh.

Oh, yeah.
My, um, my misspent youth.

Live fast and, well,
hopefully not die young.

Or alone.

No, I-I, I just noticed that

you're alone
in all of your photos.

I imagine there isn't much time
to meet anyone

in your busy successful life.

Uh, though, I don't like to pry.

Hm.

Well, take my friend Gurinder,
yeah.

Someone jilted her
and she never recovered.

Ah, she became
a bitter, twisted sadist.

On the plus side,
she's a very good dentist.

Obviously, you're no...

Gurinder.

Carolina, take Mrs. Sidhu up
to see Pauline at Appenda.

She'll give you the tour
and show you the kitchen.

-Good night out?
-Just how I like it.

A complete blur.
What did you do?

-Nothing. Why? W-why do you ask?
-Chill out.

Your sweat patches will start
to meet up at the back.

I was up late,
did some work from home.

Of course you did.
Teacher's pet.

-At least I give a toss, Jade.
-Do you?

Or are you just worried about
someone else

messing up your precious code?

Sorry. Um, can I...

Can we talk, like, alone?

Not now, precious.
Got to do the big-brother chat.

Okay, listen up, newbies!

That's it. Hello.

Right!
Welcome to Appenda!

Kitchen to your satisfaction?

Oh, yeah.
Never seen so many gadgets.

Ah, that was Appenda's
first office.

When they were just babies.

They've gone up in the world
since then.

Ah, may I introduce you
to our new cook, Mrs. Sidhu?

She's here for induction week,

courtesy of Bree,
to spoil us all.

I prefer chef. Delighted.

Jade
is our Chief Operations Officer

and Calvin, Chief Tech Officer.

-Hi.
-Where's Damien?

-Uh, he worked late.
-Obviously, sleeping it off.

Uh, uh, Bree won't be happy.
Due diligence starts today.

Though, I doubt diligence
is in Damien's vocabulary.

Is there anything further
I can help you with, Mrs. Sidhu?

Oh, uh, no, I think

I'm going to set up my cook
to order station there.

-But I was thinking--
-Ah, sounds great.

And, uh, keep a look out
for Mr. Galloway,

fussy gastronome VIP.

Just rustle him up
whatever he fancies.

Oh, I can do fancies,
whims, three wishes.

Yeah, just call me
your foodie godmother.

You know,
my son's got your Zazu app. Hm.

Oh, that's my baby.
Isn't it amazing?

It's like having a PA
that can do anything

from organise your dry-cleaning
to monitor your home security.

On, so it spies on you? Well,
my neighbours do that already.

No, no, no.
We have safeguards for that.

Even our building security
is controlled by Zazu.

Well, your Zazu app last night

rang my doorbell
and fused my lights.

I mean, you know, it's an app,

not an unwanted relative
turning up from India.

Yeah, well, it shouldn't do
that. Calvin, bring up Zazu.

I can't. The system's offline.

Offline?

Bloody Damien! Why did you
let him cover for you?

He insisted.

We're gonna need lots
of very strong coffee. Quickly.

Right behind you.

- Seriously?
- Oh, my.

Oh, it's not the first time
we've found him face-down

in a takeaway
after an all-nighter.

-Wake him up, Cal.
-Uh, do I have to?

Uh, yeah!

Up.

-Up!
-Ugh!

Get up, you idiot.

If you've broken Zazu,
I will kill you.

Um, I don't think
he's sleeping.

-Oh! Ah!
-Oh...

I-i-is he...

Squeezed dry
like a supermarket lemon.

-Ugh! Uh...
-Aah! Huh.

Sorry for your loss.

...chance
to win a whopping

50,000 pounds and a holiday...

Sorry.

Damien Sterling,
rising star of the tech world.

Yeah, not anymore.

So what, he's eating his pizza,

someone comes up
behind him and--

Crushed the wind pipe
and cut the carotid arteries.

It's a toss-up
between anoxic anoxia

and occlusion of circulation
to the brain.

Or strangled, in Earth language?

I just wrote down
what the pathologist said.

I write everything down.

Rule number one
of good policing, Sir.

Yeah, well, I think
that might be catching

the bad guys. Uh, time of death?

Between 9 p.m.
and midnight last night.

Although phone records show
he phoned his wife.

Call ended at 10 p.m.

Right, so after 10:00. Hm?
Murder weapon?

-What's that?
-A garrotte, Sir.

Yeah, but it's not actually
a garrotte, is it?

-Unless we're in medieval Spain.
-Oh, it-it's a cheese-wire.

For, uh, cutting cheese.

Not exactly what I'd use
to slice a pizza.

Now, where'd you find it?

There's a bunch of cookery stuff
on his desk.

Right, I'm gonna chase down
his boss, Bree Hamilton.

You check
why Sterling was here so late

and get Cyber to check
his laptop and his phone.

-Mint?
-Oh, yes. Sorry, Sir.

Thanks.

Fancy meeting you here, partner!

Sidhu.

Or shall I call you the
Berkshire angel of death?

Because somehow, here you are.

And here you are, Inspector.

I'm making a coffee. Fancy one?

No. I don't need anything
from you.

I doubt that. You've
obviously slept in that suit.

There's old ketchup
on your left shoe

and you have
what appeared to be

Ginsters pasty crumbs
on your shoulder.

-Not that I like to pry.
-Then don't.

If you'll excuse me, I'm off
to interview Bree Hamilton.

Oh, what a coincidence! I've
just become her new employee.

I can work on the case
from the inside.

Or from the outside,
if you prefer, partner.

Sidhu, we are not partners.

-Last time was a one-off.
-Mm-hmm.

-And the time before that?
-Mistake. Both times.

It meant nothing!

Oh. I see.

Oh, I mean,
thank you for your support,

but we're gonna take it
from here.

Um, it's been a pleasure
working with you,

professionally, professionally.

Thank you.

So what exactly
are live issues?

Live issues
are tweaks to the code.

We do them at night,
so we don't disrupt the users.

And that's what Mr. Sterling
was doing last night?

He was covering for Calvin.

I see. And what did you do?

I was at a bar.
I was there all night.

Can anyone confirm that?

This is the name of the bar.

The barman knows me.
You can check.

You've got one, too.
What is all that?

Swag. It's a gift bag from
Laurence Galloway's company.

He's just become
a major investor.

Bree sold him most
of her shares. Generous deal.

So Damien Sterling
was about to be rich.

We've all got shares,
we all get rich. Richer.

Lucky us, eh?

-Double L in Galloway.
-I know.

So, you look like
a hazelnut latte kind of lady.

Hm. Plus my emergency laddoos.

Never travel without them.

Oh, um, melted ghee
and gram flour,

flavoured with cardamom,
then deep-fried in oil

and steeped in syrup until
it's very, very bad for you.

Ooh! Thank you.

I've got terrible sweet tooth.

World feels better
with a laddoo inside you.

-Doesn't it?
-Mm-hmm.

Plus, you need some sugar,
for the shock.

I mean, you've been here
so long,

this must feel like
losing family.

Yeah, it does.

I've been with Appenda
from the beginning,

when it was just
Jade and Damien and...

-Uh...
-And?

Well, then Calvin came
after that.

And then it got crazy
when Bree invested

and bought most of the company.

Suddenly we tripled in size
overnight.

And with Mr. Galloway,
we'll have even more employees.

Oh, tell me about it, I mean,

ever since I doubled my staff,
the stress!

Half the hair on my head
has travelled to my chin.

Menopause and stress
is a bitch.

Mm-hmm.

So how many staff do you handle?

One. My son.
All we seem to do is argue.

Oh. Yeah, I know.

There were days when they were
at each other's...

Oh, please.

I was at home, working.

I thought Mr. Sterling
was covering for you.

He was. I guess
I'm just married to the job.

I logged in remotely,
we use facial recognition

and a timestamp. Look.

Oh. Any CCTV footage
in the office?

Kidding?
There's cameras everywhere.

Oh, uh...

Looks like the security cameras
were turned off

at 10 p.m. by Zazu

under Damien's credentials.

Damien Sterling turned off
the security before he died?

-Hm.
-Right. Uh...

-Can I borrow your highlighter?
-Uh, oh!

Hm, luminous green for this one,
me thinks.

-Uh, uh, uh, keep it! Really.
-Aw. Cheers!

I do apologise,
Inspector, as you can imagine,

it's utter chaos here
this morning.

Nice little boat.

Yes. Do you do much sailing?

No.

Yes, I was supposed to go
tomorrow.

Three weeks of freedom.
But not much chance of that now.

So I need to try and salvage
this deal with Galloway.

Oh, I thought it was all signed
and sealed last night.

Well, it was according
to the press release today.

A handshake is not the same
as a closing signature, sadly.

And with
Damien's untimely demise...

Yeah, well, death is never good
for business.

It's pretty good for yours,
Inspector.

Well, unlike you,
I work for the public good,

not private gain.

Actually, I'm an angel.

Modesty aside,
I'm still gonna need

an alibi of your whereabouts
for last night.

An angel investor, so I buy in
to small startups like Appenda

and nurture them, then I take
my profits and reinvest.

When the profits look like
plunging, no boat trip for me.

Well, tragic as that is,
Ms. Hamilton,

can anyone confirm where you
were last night after you left?

Actually, Inspector, they can.

No, Janine,
just listen to me, please.

No, Janine, don...
Put the phone--

They're not worth it, you know?

-No. Who?
-Men!

Sorry. I overheard
what he said to you earlier.

"Didn't mean anything."
Bloody cheek.

Oh, yeah. Bloody cheeky monkeys.

I've heard it all,
"It's not you, it's me.

"It's not me, it's the tablets.

"No, honestly,
I tripped and fell

on the end
of the vacuum cleaner."

Well, most accidents
do happen at home.

Well, even the good ones
let you down.

The married ones with pregnant
wives. Like Damien.

I shouldn't have said that.

But I was so disappointed.

Well, the disappointed women's
club has a lot of members.

No, I caught Damien on a dating
website yesterday, TruLove.

Nine o'clock
in the bloody morning.

He swore
it was an accidental click.

Maybe he tripped
and fell on the mouse.

But you believed him?

He's got a lovely wife.
About to be a dad.

He always wanted a big family.
Only child of only children.

I've known him since
he was barely a kid himself.

Yeah, but you said earlier that

diligence
wasn't in his vocabulary.

So perhaps
he was going through something?

Well, what does it matter now?
He's gone.

And if Appenda goes under,
we all do.

And I'm not saying anything

that's gonna make
a bad situation any worse.

One more thing,
did he always order pizza

when he was working late?

Yeah, always pepperoni.

Always from Smoking Hot.

Thank you, Pauline.

Am I right in thinking
the price of Appenda goes down

because of Damien Sterling's
death, which would be

awfully convenient
for your present takeover?

I really don't like what
you're implying, Detective Mint.

Where were you between 10 p.m.
and midnight last night?

At my hotel. Oh, having given
Ms. Hamilton a lift home.

But I expect you'll check that
with all parties concerned.

-Are we done?
-No.

Oh, I'd answer that if I were
you. It's your superintendent.

Oh, psychic now, are we?

No. No, I just texted him.

Sir?

No, but, Sir, I haven't--

Sure.

Seems that will be all,
Mr. Galloway, for now.

Thank you so much.

Hope you're not planning
on leaving the country

anytime soon.

So De Vries told you
to back off from Galloway?

Pfft,
can vouch for him, apparently,

because they're
19th-hole buddies.

Yeah, I'll deal with him later.

How do the other staff
check out?

What?

Jade Turtle was in a bar,

but the barman can't be sure
of the exact timings.

Calvin Berenger
was working from home.

Timestamped computer systems
confirm that.

Right. Laurence Galloway
and Bree Hamilton?

-Alibi each other.
-Very convenient.

Hamilton's car had a flat.

Galloway gave her a lift home
before settling down

to room service at his hotel.

Right, so she can afford
two cars.

Well, no other vehicles
registered to her.

We are checking taxi firms
and car services.

Uh, Pauline Kent was at home
with her mum who lives with her.

Alright.

Lonely lot, aren't they?

Considering that deal was gonna
make them all stinking rich.

-Money can't buy happiness, Sir.
-No.

And poverty buys you sod all,
Mint.

-Sir?
-Hm, what?

I was, uh, just going to say,

uh, Damien Sterling turned some
of the building security off

at 10 p.m..

Now,
that does sound interesting.

Going to the carpark?

I found out that Damien Sterling
is not a popular man.

He and the three Appenda
partners do not get on.

Um, oh! Here, spinach
and feta-cheese parcels.

-Darling, help yourself.
-Oh!

But do you know
what I find puzzling?

Why I'm still listening?

If Damien Sterling was working
while he was killed,

why was his computer closed?

How were you in there
before Forensics arrived?

Flew in on a broomstick?

And, of course, you know
he always ordered pizza

from the same place
whenever he worked late.

So obviously you've checked out

whoever delivered
his smoking-hot pepperoni

that he didn't get to eat
before he died.

Have I got something on my nose?

Going straight there, Sir?

Yeah, right behind you, Mint.

Thank you.

-Oh! Hey, Inspector, my phone.
-Oh.

Here. Um, sorry.

We need to talk.

-Too late.
-Ugh.

At least we got his name, Sir.

Todd Daniels.
And his next shift is tomorrow.

Yeah, but how come we missed it
and she didn't?

Sometimes you can't see the wood
for the trees, Sir,

especially if you're lost
in a forest with a leaky shoe,

no compass and you're down
to your last sheet of bog roll.

Uh, make a call.

Put a stakeout on his house,
and get someone here

in case he comes back.

After that, just, just go home,

get some rest,
I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Okay, Pops, what have we got?

Not a lot, I know.
Yeah, I agree.

My gut tells me it is not
the delivery boy or girl.

But this is the one
that really bothers me.

Catch you later.

Hiya, hi.

Tez, have you ever come across

an app called TruLove?

Yeah, it's a dating app
that I've, I've never used.

And how easy would it be
to set up a profile?

It's a dating site, Mom. A horny
monkey could set up a profile.

Oh, good!
It's already downloaded.

You're going on it?
You can't go on it.

That's worse than you being
on Facebook. Much worse!

Well, that was easy. Hm.

-Okay, let's see.
-You better not look me up!

Oh, honestly, Tez,
why do you think

the first thing
I would do is look up your...

Oh, that's a terrible photo
of you.

Could've at least
brushed your hair.

No wonder you've got
a three-star rating.

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Bree.

Let's get started, shall we?

-Heh-heh.
-Okay.

So you've done your research.

You can delete your profile--

There are so many people I know
on here.

Raj from the newsagents,
Simmi from the petrol station.

You should ask her out,
she's lovely.

Uncle Malkeet?

Uncle Malkeet? In a mankini!

That reminds me, we need olives.

What's that noise?

Someone wants to hook up.

-Hm?
-With my mum!

Ugh!

It's Pali from
the herbs and spices stall.

-Uh, just turn him down.
-Yeah, okay. I know what to do.

-I know what I'm doing.
-Yeah, just t--

-You just swipe right!
-You just swipe lef--

-And I've done it!
-It's left!

You're supposed to swipe left.
Do you know what this means?

It means I get a really big
discount on my herbs and spices?

Remember him?

Don't get jealous.
My finger slipped.

I'll tell him no.
Better do some work, Pops.

Okay. Damien Sterling.
Hm, still on there.

Married man
with a dating profile. Tsk.

Last active last night.

But Pauline said she caught him
on there at 9 a.m.

in the morning, which means
that his finger did not slip.

He meant to be on there.

And he was, just before he died.

Thanks, Pops.

And sorry about
the finger thing.

Mint. What?

Okay, we're on our way.

To be considered dangerous.
Wait for backup.

Yes, well, clearly,
this pizza-delivery chap

is your main suspect.
He is where?

Uh, we're tracking him, Sir.
Todd Daniels.

We're staking out his home
and his work.

Good. Well, carry on.

Still haven't got
Sterling's laptop back.

-Pretty crucial evidence.
-Yeah.

Well, the cyber team's
all tied up with

this money-laundering swoop.

The pizza man is your best lead.

Obviously,
you don't play golf with him.

-Sir.
-Thin ice, Pete.

I'm only vouching for a friend,
like I did for you.

Suspect's turned up at work,
Sir. I brought your vest.

And the next time,
bring him a comb.

You have to understand
my position.

With no Damien
and with all the bad publicity,

the present deal is just too,
it's just too risky.

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry,
but I'm out.

-Ah.
-Laurence, wait.

Let's talk about a new price.

And a new CEO.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Is the smell distracting you?

No, it smells amazing.

It's a,
it's a new recipe.

My fusion breakfast butty.

Malabar spiced eggs
sealed in a hot paratha.

-Would you like to try some?
-Yeah.

Mm!

Thank you.

In Indian families,
we eat for shock.

Actually, any excuse we eat.

Shock, joy, the cat's birthday.

I wasn't shocked about Damien.

I was just surprised.
His luck had finally ran out.

Ah. One of those toasts that
always land butter-side up?

Hm. Like, he was charmed.

Every mad risk paid off.

Plus, he knew how to market us.

So we all went along
for the ride.

-This went viral.
-Oh.

Here comes
lose it on his new phone.

Oh, no, no!

Hilarious.

-Oh!
-Oh.

Who put tha...
Oh, Damien! Damien, don't!

And cruel. That was Damien.

He knew he was.

The last thing
he said to us was,

"I'm gonna put things right."

What did he mean by that?

Jade, Bree needs to see you now.

Oh. Will you save it?

Of course.

What position you play in rugby?

-Hooker, Sir.
-Hook away.

Ugh! Stop! Oh...

No. No, no, no.

Here comes
lose it on his new phone.

Oh, Calvin!

Welcome, welcome!
What do you fancy?

Uh, the Thai chicken lollipops
are very popular.

No. I'm-I'm vegetarian.
Uh, vegan, actually.

-Ah.
-Uh, is this tofu?

Please don't prod my dumplings.

I've got the vegan menu
right here.

Ha. Happy days.

Some boys
once did that to my son.

I threw both my shoes at them
in the playground.

It's a very fine line between
joking and bullying, isn't it?

Still, I expect
Damien grew out of that.

-Well?
-Uh, I'm not hungry anymore.

Thanks.

Man doesn't want my food?

He's guilty as hell.

Yeah. Ha-ha!
Just gonna move it over there.

Does it go back? Huh?
Does it go back?

Yeah, I can get it low as well.
Look, look, look.

See on the camera there?
You can see the...

You see
the ripples in the water.

�

It's sick! It's mad!

Yeah, let me go back.
I'll go back, I can go back.

Fast, innit?
Check this, check this.

Yes.

Oh, hi.

Wow, mate!

Ah! Sorry, man!

Well, I-I can make it up to you!

I can work for you, maybe?
I'm well up on anything techy.

Yeah? Alright,
what languages you got?

English, obviously, and what my
mum callsthoothali Punjabi.

-That means really bad Punjabi.
-Computing languages.

Now, what about Python?
PHP? Ruby?

Right, yeah.

I don't suppose
there's a way of making money

without all the technical stuff?

Maybe. Yeah.

Actually, come this way,

I might have something
that'll work for you.

-Pal.
-Yeah?

Me? CEO?

You're the obvious
heir to the throne.

-Damien's throne.
-Oh.

Damien wasn't special.
He was pushy and he was a man.

He made this place
in his own image.

Wouldn't you like to make it
in yours?

All alright?

Not really.
I've just been offered CEO.

Congratulations.

You think?

Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ah...

Ah.

Let's go.

-Do you recognise that?
-Heh.

Deliver enough of them.

Well, your boss said you
delivered a pizza

to Damien Sterling at 10 p.m..

That was around the time
he was murdered.

No. No, listen. I got there,
but the order was cancelled.

So I never went in the building.
Check my phone.

Yes, but you never called it in.

They got an account,
that lot got

so much dosh,
they don't even notice.

Yeah, well, according to
the location tag on your phone,

you didn't leave the tech park
until 10:30 p.m.. Why?

And why did you run
when we arrived?

At the moment, I've got a pizza
topped with pepperoni

and a dead man and you.

So you better start talking
quickly.

I hooked up with someone.

How can I help?

You promised CEO to me!
You promised!

Yeah. Stop bleating.
This is just damage limitation.

Bree insisted on Jade.
It was a deal-breaker.

Wehad a deal! I did what you
asked. And now you've broken it.

Everything's broken!

It's all on here,
the-the corrupted codes,

the back door
into Appenda's systems,

every inside secret
I've passed on to you

over the last six months.

And I've made copies.

Ooh. Blackmail, eh?

Well, go on, then.

After everything you've done,
you'll be going down with me.

It-it just got out of hand.

This wasn't supposed to happen!

I see him, Damien, dying.

Every night it's on a loop
in my head, and it won't stop.

-How can I make it stop?
-You fix it.

You cover your tracks
and you fix this mess

before someone else finds it.

Then, my son, you'll be a man,

and, perhaps,
worthy of becoming the new CEO.

We clear?

Good. Off you pop.

I'm sorry to interrupt, we've
had some new information come in

and need to ask
some further questions.

Jade Turtle,
would you come with me, please?

Inspector?

I am literally in the middle

of an investigation.

Yes, I know, but I have what I

think is some
very important information.

No, I can't deal with this
today.

About...

Right now I'm a straw man.

One more puff
and I'll blow away.

And you are saying
I am the puffer?

So...Todd Daniels.

We met up, did drugs.

He had quite
a selection. Slept together.

I'm not keen for any of that
to be on my CV.

What bothers you the most,
the drugs, the sex?

Or the fact that
he's half my age?

No, what bothers me is that
you didn't tell us

that you were with the last man
to see Damien Sterling alive.

I didn't know that.

So you hung around

until 10:30 p.m.

Did you see anything
before you left the tech park?

The whole night
was a bit blurry.

But I do know I went home
with Todd and I woke up with him

and I met his really pissed-off
mother in the bathroom.

I had mediocre sex with a boy
who still lives with his mum.

That really should be the crime,
shouldn't it?

Your ex got the house,
didn't she?

I, um, have a mound of leftovers
to cook up.

I hate waste. Don't you?

I ain't finished eating!

Well, hurry up then!

-Aren't you going out tonight?
-Not now. I got work.

Work? You?

Hm. I got a job
at the tech park.

-Told you I'd look after you.
-Arey waah!

My son, the computer genius.

Doing what exactly? Uh...

"I really love
this 50-inch OLED TV.

The picture is sharp and the
colours are great. Five stars!"

But we don't have
a 50-inch OLED TV. Do we, Tez?

Fake reviews? Have you no shame?

Yeah, I couldn't get your shower
to work in the...

How much shame
don't I have, Mom?

Oof, no. I am stuffed.

-Good. More?
-I'll burst.

Oh, good. More?

-Is she always a feeder?
-Yeah.

So what?

Uh, look, really, I'm done.
Thank you.

Okay.

Go on then. How did you know
it wasn't the pizza boy?

I'm so glad you asked, partner.

There was no cheese from the
pizza on Damien Sterling's face,

which means when
he fell into it, it was cold.

Now, given that the company
deliver hot or your money back,

it means that
the pizza-delivery man

was long gone when Damien died.

Ah, but the pizza was cancelled.

So how did one end up
on his desk?

Exactly. Hold that thought.

Now,

Damien Sterling is working late.

He's got his pizza,
he's got his laptop,

and somebody surprises him
from behind.

Now, given that the laptop
was closed when he was found,

did he do this?

Maybe less theatrically.

Or someone else.

Maybe the killer

did this.

But why do you close
your laptop?

'Cause you're watching porn
or some sleazy webcam action.

You're welcome.

There was something there
they didn't want us

to see. Blackmail?

Jade said the last thing
Damien said to his colleagues

is that he wanted to put
something right.

Does that sound like
a guilty conscience?

So who was
the blackmailer?

-And who was the blackmailee?
-And who was the blackmailee?

Brainstorm break.
Pudding, anyone?

So do I call him
Inspector Uncle now?

Oh, don't be silly.

My pops, yournanaji,
used to fall asleep like this

after a shift,
still in his uniform.

Let him sleep.

Morning, Mrs. Ramgharia.
Sleep well?

I didn't.

Psst! You got the gear?

Mn-mn. I got a Tupperware tax
on this one.

What?

You seem to be the only person
who believes that

Damien wouldn't cheat
on his wife.

And yet you caught him
on a dating website.

You said
you wouldn't mention that.

Yes, well, the police believe
that he was being blackmailed,

and I wanna believe
that it wasn't you.

I haven't said anything yet.

What makes you so sure that
he wasn't seeing another woman?

Because it was a man!

And I wasn't blackmailing
Damien.

I was just letting him know how
much I value my job security.

Zazu is an electronic
personal assistant.

So who needs me anymore?

And they always get rid of the
old women first. You know that.

Hm. Why do you think I've got
my own business, darling?

I don't suppose you remember
the name of the man

who was on that site?

I looked it up
later that night myself.

You're on TruLove?

Well, one of many.

It's really hard to meet people,
you know?

And even though
there's so much choice,

you-you're just swiping,

hoping that
you see something you fancy.

I know.
It's like ordering pizza.

"Youssef Omar."

Last seen online
the day Damien died.

-Sergeant.
-Sir? Okay.

Find out what you can

about Youssef Omar
on this dating site.

Hm. Nice.
If you like that sort of thing.

Well, a little birdy tells me
Damien Sterling did.

An alpha macho male
hiding in the closet?

Hmph. Do you think someone found
out and was blackmailing him?

Could be. Could be the reason
why he stayed late.

Burton, a quick chat?

I'll get on it.

Why have you charged
Todd Daniels

with selling drugs,
but not murder?

Why haven't you released
a tech team

to decrypt our victim's laptop?

-Sir?
-Chippy, aren't we?

Is that because
you've finally had a shower?

Sir...

Al, I appreciate everything
that you've done for me.

When I messed up,
you, quite rightly, demoted me.

But beyond friendship,
even golfing pals,

we're coppers, aren't we?

Now, I can't charge Daniels
until I see

the inside of Sterling's laptop,

which was conveniently closed
when we found him dead.

Was it, indeed? Well...

You better go and kick
some cyber butt, then.

Yeah, I've no idea
what that means.

Yes, you can have
somebody on it pronto!

Do I have to explain
all my pithy one-liners to you?

Bugger off!

-Okay, where'd you get this?
-I have a source on the inside.

As I'm an actual police officer

and not an annoying,
interfering cook...

I prefer chef.

I am ordering you to tell me

who your source is.

Or what? You'll arrest me again?

No, you tell me what you know.

Right, it's called catfishing.

They set up a fake profile
to lure someone in.

Ah, so you think that's what
this Youssef Omar's doing?

No, that's the point. This isn't
Youssef, it's someone else.

Now, the dating app
already had the profile flagged

as a possible fake,
but there are messages here

between Damien and fake Youssef

arranging to meet
the night that he was killed.

So someone was blackmailing
Damien for being gay?

Somebody in the company?

Yeah, well, it could be anyone.

Anyway, big meeting. Gotta go.
I'll report back later.

What? No, you said
you would tell me--

Oh, and, uh, by the way,
I'm loving our back and forth

telephone banter.
It's really working, isn't it?

That croquembouche was the best
I've ever, ever had. Bravo.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen, thank
you all very much for coming.

Whilst I know we're
all still in deep mourning

for the passing of
the brilliant Damien Sterling...

but life and Appenda must go on.

It's what
Damien would have wanted,

to continue to build the company
he's dedicated his life to.

So now that we have a deal
firmly in place,

Bree and I
are delighted to announce

that the new CEO
of Appenda is...

Jade Turtle!

Congratulations.

Thank you.

But I don't want it.

Heh. I'm sorry?

And it should go to someone
who obviously does.

Well, following my projections,
and in the third quarter,

we're gonna see
user numbers surge.

Oh, delicious.
Oh, uh, is that tuna?

Um, yes.

Oh, oh, uh, please, uh,
this is the vegan tray.

I do apologise.

Oh, excuse me.
Thank you very much.

Well, things seem to have worked
out pretty well for both of us.

You're throwing everything away.

-Why?
-Why do you care?

You only need a CEO,
so Galloway can pay you off

before you move on. Lucky you.

Rethink this, please.
I can reinstate you.

Take all the time you need.
Believe me, I am very patient.

If you sit by the river
long enough,

you will watch the body
of your enemy float by.

One of your company mottos?

Confucius, actually.

-Well?
-Sit as long as you want.

I'm out.

-Refill.
-And what's the magic word?

My mum would say that.

It's please and thank you.

I presume you've closed up
our little loophole?

Nearly. I was up all night
trying to finish off at home.

Hard to do it here
with people around.

Well, now everyone's out here,

why don't you go and finish it
when you can slope off?

Hm.

Ah, quite a surprise.

Revenge of the nerd.

-Yeah.
-Those lot deserve each other.

Thank you.

Now would be a good time.

What did they get off
Sterling's laptop?

Uh, Cyber's still wading through
a load of stuff.

Right, which I presume
you wrote down.

I tried, Sir.

But some of the words,
they don't even sound English.

-Human! Not even Vulcan!
-Alright, calm down.

Put it into words that a man who
can't even work his TV remote

could understand.

-Me.
-Oh, thanks, Sir.

There's a bloody big hole
in the Zazu security server.

Compromises
all the company secrets.

And since Damien was working

on security checks
the night he died--

He either put it there himself

or somebody else did
and then he found it.

-We have a name, written down.
-Ah.

Not so fast,
bro, this is cold.

It says on the box, "If
it's not hot, then it's free."

Please, no!

Just through here?
Thank you very much!

Uh, yeah?

Hi! I just wanted to bring
my own congratulations.

It's, um, vegan, of course.

Thanks. I'm a little busy.

Oh, shall I just, um,
just leave it here then?

-Uh, oh!
-Oh, I am so sorry.

That must have been stuck
to my apron. Uh, please--

No! Uh, please,
don't touch my keyboard.

-Sorry.
-Uh...

Ugh. Uh...

Oh. What would you do
without your trusty pencil?

I can't handle
touching anything deceased.

Hm, interesting you did
exactly that when you were asked

to wake Damien up,
but you hadn't even touched him.

So how did you know
he was already dead?

Anyway,
enjoy your carrot cake with...

coconut-frosted icing.

Calvin Berenger,
can I have a word?

On the night he died,
Damien Sterling said

he was gonna put
something right.

It was your computer code,
wasn't it?

You know there are multiple
security flaws in the system.

My guess is that Damien Sterling
discovered your incompetence

when he was checking the live
issues on the night he died.

You're not very good at this
programming lark, are you?

My code is immaculate!

Did that discovery
make you angry enough

to kill Damien Sterling?

Don't say another word, Calvin.

Appenda do not acknowledge that
Zazu has any security flaws.

And we will sue anyone
who insinuates otherwise

before we've had the opportunity
to do our own due diligence.

So if you have
any realistic charges

to bring to any of my staff,
bring them.

Otherwise,
please get off the premises.

Got a bit of a problem, boss.

Haye!

-Mm.
-What are you doing?

My feet hurt.
I've been on them all day.

-Did Calvin confess?
-To what? Get off the car!

No, no, no,
I saw something incriminating

on Calvin's laptop.

I think I saw Damien Sterling

and a picture of some birds.
I definitely saw something.

Oh, you saw something.
She saw something.

Yes, which is why
we have to go back

in there right now and get it!

We are not going near
anyone's computer.

Not now!

They've lawyered up.
We'd need a warrant.

Thank God we've got Sterling's
laptop as crime-scene evidence.

Let's just hope there's enough
on there to secure something.

You're talking like
you actually believe me.

I believe you saw something.
Something we can't follow up on.

I don't even have
an accurate time of death

to match
with the suspects' alibis.

Ah, God, I could murder a pizza.

Smoking hot, or your money back.

Have you got time to come
and do a little experiment

in exchange for some biryani?

Stopwatch started?

-Check. Filming ready?
-Check.

-Tez, ready?
-Do I have to?

Yes, for the crime of lying
to strangers on the Internet,

put your face in that pizza now!

Hm!

Five minutes, and up.

Hm...

Nope. Wipe. Again.

-Go.
-Ah.

-Ah.
-No.

-Again.
-Pfft!

Twenty minutes. Up.

Not quite. Five more minutes.

Turn the pizza. Again.

Twenty-five minutes. Up.

Ah.

Yeah.

Damien Sterling's pizza
was sitting around

for between 20 and 25 minutes.

And the original pizza
as we know was cancelled--

Obviously, by the killer.

Who then
re-ordered another pizza

to deliver to Sterling.

So the killer must live

between 20 and 25 minutes away.

And the pizza place
will have a record

of all the orders
placed that night.

-Good work, Sidhu.
-Thanks, partner.

You staying another night, then?

Look, Tez,
me and your mum, we're--

-What?
-Friends.

And that's it.

Whatever.

She looks nice.

Tsk. Fighting 'em off, geezer.

Yeah, she's nice.

She got a dog.

Always wanted a dog.

I used to have a dog.

Died?

No. Divorce.

You married your dog?

My ex-wife, she got the dog.

Yeah.

Yeah, I miss her.

The dog?

Whatever.

-Pass us your phone.
-What?

Nothing evil, I swear.

Time to get back on the dog.

Bike.

Whatever.

Oh!

Ugh, honestly,
that Mrs. Bhandari

can talk for the Punjab.

It's Pali.
He keeps messaging me. Hm.

-Ah.
-What did you just do?

I just told him
I was cooking aubergine.

Good.

Did you use the emoji
for aubergine?

No. I used three.

I'm about to cook
a lot of aubergine.

God, you had to go on there,
didn't you?

-You just had to!
-What's got into you?

I'm the one who has to deal
with all the gossip about you!

Hey, you are
on a very high horse

for someone
who writes fake reviews.

If you wanna cut dad out
of the picture, you go ahead!

Tez, that is so unfair!

I don't wanna...

cut him out of the picture.

Really, Pauline?
TruLove on company time?

Sorry, Bree.
I was just browsing.

You know what it's like
for us ladies of a certain age.

No, I don't.

And I'm not that desperate,
love.

Wow. That was a bit unnecessary,
wasn't it?

I thought
you two were quite close.

Closed.
That's a better word for Bree.

She's probably just stressed.
We all are. Lawyers everywhere.

All been told not to talk
to anyone about anything.

Anyway, how can I help?

Ah, what do the numbers
on those mugs mean?

Oh, all founding members
had one made

in order of
when they joined the company.

Oh, so you are the hundredth?

-No, fourth.
-Oh, binary numbers.

Vaguely remember those
from my maths O-levels.

So the only founding members

are you, Jade,
Damien and Calvin?

Yup.

Mind if I borrow this
for a minute?

So tell me
about Laurence Galloway.

'Cause according to this,
he's had a string of losses

which you must've known about.

Yet he's still managed
to buy you up?

Well, frankly, I was surprised
when he bid for Appenda.

We thought he could only raise

about half
our share price offer.

Yeah, but then, of course,
the price dropped

almost by half.

That was
after Mr. Sterling died.

Yes, but Laurence had already
made the initial offer.

He couldn't have known
in advance that

Damien was going to be murdered.

Couldn't he?

I think that's about all I can
help you with for the moment,

Inspector.

Well, thank you very much
for your time.

Everyone.

Sir, an initial deep dive
into Appenda's accounts

has struck gold.

We've got regular
illegal payments

being received by an employee

totalling 111,000 pounds.

-Cup ofchai?
-Oh, thanks.

And, um, where was
this photo taken?

Oh, in the basement.

When Appenda started
five years ago,

they could only afford to rent
one floor.

It's just storage now.

And why is Calvin
not in the photo?

Oh. He joined after...

After?

Later.

You know, I could actually do

with some extra storage space

for my, um, supplies.

Hm.

Don't eat it all at...

Okay then. Hm.

Nice try, fella.

Oh, God!
Sorry, Al, have you got to go?

No, Laurence. I think you do.

So we gather you've been
in financial freefall

for some time.

And we think you hired
Calvin Berenger to plant flaws

within the company system
to get a cheaper deal.

What we can't work out
is why he agreed

and what you offered him
in return.

No comment.

Right.
What was the idea?

You announce
you'd found the flaws,

negotiate a better price
for yourself,

and then give Calvin
a fat promotion?

No comment.

-No comment.
-No comment.

Damien Sterling was about
to find out, wasn't he?

So you gave him
a nice, little gift

which turned out to be
not so bad for your deal either.

N-now hang on a bloody minute.
I didn't kill anyone.

Yeah, well,
you can't be that skint

because we know you've been
making regular payments

to Calvin Berenger
through a shell company.

Do you need to see the receipts?

No comment?

I think...

I need to get my lawyer.

I know he should go down
for generally being a knob.

-But he's not the killer, is he?
-Nah.

Blokes like that
don't get their hands dirty.

Plus, he'll pay
for a reduced sentence.

-Hm.
-Let's try Calvin Berenger?

Oh, hang on.

Match for a stolen-vehicle
report from three years ago.

This make any sense to you?

Not yet. Let's go to Grovebank.

Please, no.

How exactly
did you get a hold of this?

We, we made a pact a while back.

Whenever one of us
logs in to the Zazu system,

it uses facial recognition
and records us.

What, the whole time
you're working?

It was Damien's idea.

He didn't want anyone outside
the core team touching the code.

It was his way to control that,
but he thought

he was the only one
with access to the footage.

So you hacked it. Why?

Because I had to make sure

Damien wouldn't see that...

I've been messing up
Zazu's code.

-The police were right?
-I'm sorry.

I-I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean
for anyone to get hurt.

Galloway promised
it would be clean,

and his people would find
the flaws during due diligence

and the price would plummet,

and then he'd make me CEO.

I don't know, maybe he did it.

Maybe he killed him. Oh, God.

All this, just to sit
in the big boy's chair.

-Has anyone else seen this?
-No, God, no.

I-I tried to show Jade
the morning after,

but I was scared.

But I can't live with it
anymore.

I don't know what to do, Bree.
Should we show the police?

No.

Don't show this to anyone.
Let me think.

You go home, get some rest.

Leave it with me.

Found you.

Hello, Mike.

His name is Michael Summerby.

I loved him.

And Damien Sterling killed him.

Mike was one of us.

The original gang of three.

Him, me and Damien.
Together we were fierce.

I was air,
all free-floating ideas,

Damien was fire,
bossy, make-it-happen guy,

and Mike was water,

deep and sensitive even though
he was this big hairy biker.

Too sensitive.

You needed some earth in there.

Yeah.

About five years ago
when we decided

to raise 30K each somehow
and start building the company,

me and Mike
had to work like dogs,

but Damien announces that
his auntie has conveniently died

and left him a pile of cash.

Oh, but I'm sure
Pauline told me

that both Damien's parents
were only children.

Maybe that was a lie, too.

Who knows, Damien told so many.

That's why he and Mike
started falling out.

Mike was convinced that
all Damien's funds

which kept magically appearing

were from dodgy sources,
illegal even.

And that's when
Damien started to erase Mike.

Gaslighting him.

Every idea Mike had
was dismissed.

Every mistake made
was somehow Mike's.

Damien made his life hell
until he quit.

Mike lost himself

and, uh, then he killed himself.

Oh, darling. Tsk.

I'm so sorry.

-But you can't blame yourself.
-Oh, but I can.

I abandoned Mike
when he couldn't keep up.

Stuck my head in the sand

and took the money...over love.

I had love, so much of it, but I
didn't realise it was priceless.

Yeah.

We often realise this
far too late.

The doves,

are they something to do
with the company or Damien?

God, no. Damien used to tease us
about them.

Mike had the same tattoo
because of my name.

Jade Turtle.

Turtle doves.
The symbol of eternal love.

The perfect match.

Like TruLove.

I didn't kill Damien.

But I'm glad he's dead.

What does that make me?

Not guilty.

And human.

Looks like
they've finally decrypted

Damien Sterling's
hard drive, Sir.

Yeah. And?

Yeah, that's just the beginning.

-You leave my mum alone!
-Slow down, tiger.

-She swiped right.
-I'll swipe you right.

Right in your face,
if you don't back off.

No problem.
I don't want any trouble.

I'm a lover, not a fighter.

That one was for you, Dad.

And this one's for you, Mum.

-I've worked it out.
-I think you'll find I have.

We've decrypted
Sterling's hard drive and--

It all leads back to TruLove,
doesn't it?

Yeah. How did... Never mind.

We found all the messages
from Youssef Omar,

hundreds,
going years back, but--

Damien wasn't receiving them.
He wasn't being blackmailed.

-Yeah, that's right, he was--
-The blackmailer.

- He was sending them.
- That's right, to--

Dozens of lonely women. He'd
been scamming them for years.

-Yeah, and he called them--
-His little doves.

You're really sucking the joy
out of this.

-Aren't you?
-Go on then.

Well,
Damien was desperate for cash

to raise his stake
in the company,

so he invented
the heart-rending story

of a North African refugee,
Youssef Omar.

Now, once he's made his money,
Damien deletes the profile,

thinking he's got away
scot-free.

But one of his victims
was not to be messed with,

and she tracks him down and--

The blackmailer becomes
the blackmailee.

Yeah, exactly. Yeah.

When did you work out
who sent Damien the message?

Who's lonely enough
to fall for a love scam,

and who would be so humiliated,
she'd kill to avenge it?

Who was rich enough to hire
private detectives to hunt down

her scammer, to swoop in
and buy out his company,

and then circled
until it was time to bite?

If you sit by the river
long enough,

you will watch the body
of your enemy float by.

So she waits until the
biggest payday of Damien's life,

recreates
the Youssef Omar profile

and sends Damien a message.

That night she gave herself
an alibi.

She orders a pizza
to her home address,

then delivers it
back to Appenda.

She wears a helmet
to hide her face,

but she wanted him to know
why he was going to die.

Then she killed him.

Please, no!

Her mistake was one

that a chef would never make.

The pizza was cold.

So my only question is how did
she get to Grovebank so fast?

On a motorbike.

Now, she reported it stolen,

but we reckon she stashed it.

Oh, that explains it.
So what do we do now?

You do nothing, Sidhu.

No! Help!

Who's that? Where are you?

Oh, Jesus.
What's going on?

I warn you.
I'm armed and menopausal.

Don't mess with me!

No, no, no!

I think you better get to the
underground carpark at Grovebank

as fast as you can, Inspector.

No, no, no!

Ah, no. Uh, uh...

I know you're there.

Bree, there's nowhere to hide.

The police are on their way...

Ow! Bloody hell!

Oh. New regulation handcuffs?

The real ones will be arriving
very soon.

Excellent,
though, I'm a bit annoyed

to be giving myself up to
the crappiest crime-fighting duo

since Scooby Doo and Shaggy.

First drink
in the decade.

It's my reward
for a job well done, finally.

You've been planning this
for years,

haven't you?

Watching, waiting

with a false name
on the TruLove site.

Otherwise, Damien would never

have catfished the shark.

Don't call it that.

Like, Damien was pulling
some cute laddy prank.

Call it what it was.
Lies, extortion, humiliation.

And it happens every day
to thousands of people,

and the police do nothing.

No, of-of course I am.

I understand
you had to do something,

but your Confucius fellow
also said,

when a man embarks
on a journey of revenge,

he ought to dig two graves.

And what about a woman?

Because the-the victims
are mostly women.

And that's why
you figured it out

before the real detective did,

because you know what it's like
to be erased...

dismissed.

And you're furious about it
as well.

Am I right?

Yes.

But not enough to kill
and cause so much pain.

Oh, please,
you're bloody loving this,

wading through the dark side,
shoe in hand.

Be woman enough to own it.

It's who you are, Mrs. Sidhu.

Bree Hamilton,
I'm arresting you--

Oh, save your lungs, love.
Which car am I in?

I need to call my legal team
as well.

Arrest on suspicion
of double murder.

Thank God.
There's a body behind the car.

-Oh!
-Sidhu, you okay?

...immediately needed
at Grovebank carpark.

Yo, you spat in my mouth!

-I was doing CPR!
-Please don't!

-I won't!
-Thank you!

You're welcome!

Make that one murder
and one attempted murder.

What did she say? I'm gonna
need you to make a statement.

If you're up for it.

She dug two graves
and she enjoyed it.

-Eh?
-Do you know what? Actually...

Do you mind
if we do statements tomorrow?

-I really need to go home.
-Sure, tomorrow.

Uh, Sidhu.

Busy day?

Quite. You?

Yeah.

Well, I hope you'll drop the
money for that to Pali tomorrow.

He's not even my type.

I don't even know
if I've got a type, or want one,

but as a woman
standing in my own power,

I will make that choice.

And I'll only ever have
one darling son.

You know that, don't you?

Tez?

Sorry, you say something, ma?

No.

Nothing.