All language subtitles for My.Life.Is.Murder.S02E08.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb

- Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Hi, lady.

- Hello.
- Hi.

You left this. At my house.

Oh, what a shame you weren't
home. I've gotta go so--

No. But, actually, I was there.

Because I got a text saying that
the parcel's coming.

So, I was there, but you didn't
bother ringing the door bell.

Okay, lady. I rang your doorbell
at 10:37 a.m.

She says there. So...
There.

No. See, that's impossible.
Because I was there.

Waiting, three days in a row.

Well, maybe your
doorbell's broken.

Have you thought of that?

Maybe you just didn't bother
ringing the bell at all.

Lady, that is against protocol,

and I'm a stickler for protocol.

If you want to
leave a complaint,

you can go to the website

and you can make a complaint

or leave me a compliment.

Compliments?
You get many of those?

Yeah, I do. I get lots.

I mean, I can't name them all
because I'm just, it's...

I only started last week.

In that case,
I really like your top.

- Thank you so much.
- Please give me my parcel.

No. You need to go to the depot.
Okay? So...

You know what?
Don't make me come down there.

Okay, I'll give you it.
What's your name again?

- Crowe.
- Karen Crowe?

'Cause...

-'Cause you seem like a Karen.
- Thank you.

You need to get your doorbell
battery checked.

You found a friend, I see.

Yeah. My sister's out of town.

He gets anxious when I leave him
at home by himself.

Have you tried leaving
the TV on?

You'd be surprised who
that works for.

Hello.

Oh, someone likes you.
Here you go.

Of course.
I'm delightful. Here.

Good boy.

Are you familiar with
Ramona Church Jewellery?

I suspect I'm about to be.

Jeweller to the stars.

- Sounds schmancy.
- Super schmancy.

They had a break-in at their
showroom three weeks ago.

One of the owners,
Mariel DeMarco,

was working a little bit later
than usual...

prepping for a big launch.

We think she was there
when the thieves broke in.

Mariel managed to get
to a panic button,

but couldn't stop them.

She died from a blow
to the back of the head.

They got away with
a handful of gold necklaces.

There's no sign
of a murder weapon.

There's no prints.

They were done and dusted
in seven minutes.

Not their first rodeo.

And they'd done their homework.

They knew the CCTV was wireless,
they knew how to jam it,

they knew how to avoid
all the hidden cameras out back.

So it looks like an inside job,
sounds like an inside job...

but it's not, because....

The other partners
in the business have alibis.

Niki Balodis
and Ramona Church herself.

Both were at the Young
Jeweller's awards all night.

Alibis check out.

- Annoying.
- Yeah.

The MO matches a series
of burglaries

in Wellington
in the last few years.

We're about to hand the case
over to a team down there.

So, you've come to me because...

'Cause we found this...
on the back step that night.

My apologies. And they say
manners are dead.

Wasn't there before
the break-in.

There's no footage
of it arriving.

So, someone left it there

in the seven minutes
the cameras were down.

You think the killer
left an apology note?

Could be an act of remorse.

How do you know it didn't
just blow in on the wind?

Call it gut instinct.

You've been hanging out
with me too long.

So, you've got this swanky
jewellery heist murder,

but you want my help
because somebody maybe just

possibly left a sorry note.

Would it help if I say, please?

Well, it is the magic word.

Rose gold with diamonds
and ostrich eggshell accents.

I mean, ostrich egg.
This woman is a genius.

Holy banana pants!

Do you know how much
this Ramona Church stuff costs?

- I'm guessing, a lot.
- And then some.

I mean, those four stolen
necklaces were worth...

Look, I am so in the wrong job.

I'll be sure to let Harry know.

Do you reckon they'll let me
try some stuff on?

It is a murder investigation.
Not a shopping trip.

I'm afraid I don't know much
about the CCTV.

Mariel was across all of that.

Oh, she took care of
the business side of things?

Yeah. I design the jewellery,

Niki runs the workroom, but...

Mariel looked after
everything else.

I didn't realise how much

we relied on her
till it was too late.

The police found this on
the back door step that night.

Do you recognise
the handwriting?

No. I've already told the police
that I don't.

This one is really beautiful.

Yeah. I made that the day
after the robbery.

It was just too awful seeing
the empty spaces left behind.

So, you and Mariel were close.

She found me selling earrings
in a local market.

I was just a penniless kid from
the tough side of the tracks.

With a police record.

That was a long time ago.

It was petty stuff.

Yeah, I read it.

And here we are.

And now she is gone
because some criminal

thought that a bit of gold was
more important than her life.

I just... don't know what
I'm gonna do without her.

- Hey, is everything okay?
- Yeah, it's fine.

Yeah, they're just looking into
the break-in.

Right.

Yeah. Um, I don't know much
about the CCTV either.

Mariel took care of
all the grown-up stuff.

She liked to be in control?

No. She was just...
you know, she was good at it.

The night she died,
you and Ramona

were at an event together.

The Young Jewellers' awards.

Ramona was giving the keynote

for the second year in a row.

And you were with her
the entire night?

Yes. I was going to be
staying here

and helping Mariel
prepare for the launch.

But Ramona was just...

so nervous about her speech.

Is that usual for her?

Yeah, it was a big problem
for a while.

But a couple of months ago,
someone suggested that

she tried affirmations,
and it's really helped.

Affirmations?

Yeah, yeah, like a...

Says a mantra to herself,
sort of thing.

So, the police report said that

four gold necklaces were stolen.

They were plain gold?
Not ostrich egg?

It took me years

to convince Ramona
to design something so simple.

And as soon as she does,
boom, look what happened.

And I'd only just made them
that week too.

Oh, you made them?
Not Ramona?

Ah, yeah. Look, she still
designs everything.

I just sort of
oversee the fiddly stuff,

when she's so busy.

We have a joke that
she is the heart

and I'm the hands.

For those playing along at home,

the security cameras
went offline at 7:40 p.m.

Now, Mariel pressed the panic
button at the four minute mark.

And the CCTV resumed
at 7:47 p.m.

Why go to the trouble of
disabling the CCTV

and then only taking
the necklaces that Niki made?

Four thousand carats
worth of gold

ain't bad for a night's work.

- You're not gonna get that?
- Nah. He can wait.

Oh, go girl.
Treat 'em mean.

Now, why leave a note there?
Outside the back door.

Maybe they freaked out
that they killed someone

and they just dropped it.

And why not write,
"I'm sorry?"

I mean, doesn't, "My apologies"
seem weirdly formal?

It's better than hashtag-soz.

That's not
a caramel almond latte.

She's good, isn't she?

We have high hopes for her.
Where's mine?

Patience is a virtue.

So is benevolence and mercy
to a woman

who's not had any caffeine.

Okay. Now, there was a platinum
and diamond necklace

worth far more in the same
cabinet as the stolen ones.

Why did they leave that behind?

Maybe they panicked
when they saw Mariel.

Or they're not good thieves.

- Hey.
- Be strong.

It'll only take a few minutes.

Or maybe...

they weren't thieves at all.

Something I said?

Alexa,
here's your coffee.

The CCTV was off
for seven minutes.

Why did it take four of
those minutes...

for Mariel to hit
the panic button?

She's a woman, at night, alone,

surrounded by
expensive jewellery

and somebody's jemmying
open the door.

Four minutes is
a really long time.

Yeah, but maybe she was hiding.

Or maybe it was someone
she knew?

Someone she spoke to
for four minutes?

I wouldn't be chatting
to someone if they

just broke my door in.

Oh, if that's what happened.

No. I've seen
the crime scene photos.

We know that someone
jemmied the door.

What if that happened
on the way out

instead of on the way inside?

To make it look like a break-in.

Or to disguise the fact
they had a key,

or that Mariel let them in.

So...

I think maybe it's a murder

disguised to look like
a burglary.

By someone Mariel knew.

Or worse.
Someone she trusted.

Was there anything in the CCTV
before Mariel died?

Nada. And I went through the
two weeks before the break-in.

Okay. Send that to me,
would you? I wanna look at it.

You seem a little, uh, too happy
for this all to be bad news.

Mariel made a deal with
factories in India

to mass produce some of
Ramona's designs.

So now I'm not gonna have
to fork out

ridiculous bucks
to wear her stuff.

Oh, that's good.

The waitlist, it's going off
like a frog in a sock.

Oh, is that a vinyl record?

- Where did this come from?
- Nowhere important.

Well, nowhere important's
got some great taste in music.

Whoa. Mariel was about
to be rich.

Like, obscenely.

- Do you think it's connected?
- Maybe.

Look, either way, there's no
obvious suspect in any of this.

Then we're gonna have to find
the not so obvious one.

So nothing in the footage
from two weeks before she died.

Wait.

Wait... This...

According to
the courier company,

a parcel addressed to Ramona's
was due for delivery

on the day of the murder,
but it was never signed for.

- Who was the delivery driver?
- Enzo Pavone.

He was fired that afternoon
for being unreliable.

Seems to be a bit of pattern
for him.

Enzo's last tax return listed
17 employers in one year.

All casual, minimum wage gigs.

None lasted longer than a month,
but I can't find

any evidence of HR complaints
or anything murky.

Where's he working now?

No one knows.

He told the other drivers
he was going overseas.

But there's no record of him
clearing customs.

He hasn't touched his
bank account either.

It's like he dropped
off the planet.

Got an address for me?

Sending it to you now.

Thank you.

Oh, cool. I'll just stay
here then.

Mads, is this the right address?

Enzo's last known address
was number six.

Why? Is something wrong?

For a courier,
his house is worth

a lot of ostrich egg bracelets.

Apologies, door bell's busted.

Oh, that must be awful.
I can't imagine.

- You're Enzo, correct?
- Ah, yes.

My name's Alexa, and I'm looking
into the death

of Mariel DeMarco.

Mariel's dead?

Poor lady. I had no idea.

I only got back today.

Just got back
from where?

Uh, the Middle East. Dubai.

Oh, you're a collector?

My mother. Her family
escaped Imperial Russia.

She spent her life obsessed
with finding rare treasures.

Ah, ba-ba-ba... Except, she was
very particular about them.

So, um, the night
that Mariel died--

Please.

You were assigned to deliver a
package to the jewellery studio.

Yes, um, I realised
I'd forgotten

at the end of my shift.

- So, I went back on my way home.
- And you left a note.

To apologise for taking so long
to deliver it.

The salon was closed.

Did you happen to notice
anything unusual?

Um, there was a black car...

with tinted windows.

Oh, my God, do you think
that was the killer?

What time was that?

Um, quarter to eight.

I know, because I was
rushing home.

My flight to Dubai
was first thing.

I just love the view
from the Burj Khalifa.

There's a reason they call it
the Venice of the Gulf.

Mm.

Exactly.

And yet,
there's no actual evidence...

that you left the country.

Well, this deal is...
is very high level.

You know?
It's pretty hush-hush. You know?

I could tell you more,
but I'd have to kill you.

So, how does the courier work
fit into that?

Research.

You learn a lot about people,

when they take no notice of you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh. My flight landed
this morning.

Those long hauls
are a nightmare,

even in the pointy end.

Yeah. Yeah.
That jet lag's a killer.

Mads, I want you to do
a deep dive into Enzo.

Oh, hello to you too.

He says he's been doing deals
in the Middle East,

but I don't think he speaks
any Arabic.

Okay. Are you telling me
that you speak Arabic?

Well, I can say,
"Please open the door,"

which is about four words more
than Enzo speaks.

Oh, hang on a sec.

Okay. That'll be great. Thanks.

How can you have been
making deals in the Middle East

when you were buying a burger
in Wyuna Bay?

It's true.
I-- I wasn't out of the country.

It was me. I killed her.

Your mate Enzo loves a chat.

He's not my mate.

That's not how he tells it.

Though he also claims
to be a concert violinist.

So...

The short version,
Enzo swears he broke in,

Mariel recognised him,
they argued,

she fell and hit her head.

Except there wasn't a break-in.
And she didn't fall.

Did he give you a motive?

He claims his mother supplied
the antiques for the jeweller's.

Mariel refused to sell them,
so he decided to steal them.

We searched his house from
top to bottom, found nothing.

No stolen jewellery,
no murder weapon.

Mm, so what you've got is...

a note that places him at
the scene and a confession.

Which is full of details
that don't fit.

Why would he confess
to a murder,

and then throw up flak
about everything else?

Ah, whatever he's up to,
he's loving the attention.

Yeah, I don't suppose
there was any sign

of that black car he mentioned?

No. But we're also still
missing seven minutes

of CCTV footage. So...

Mm.

Did your sister
really call him Fluffy?

Well, my sister's
incredibly smart,

but she also has very bad taste
in dogs' names,

men and reality TV.

Are you sure she didn't
just say that

so you'd have to yell "Fluffy"
at the beach?

It's very possible.

- Here Fluffy. Here Fluffy.
- Good boy.

I like your sister.

Everything you ever wanted
to know about old mate Enzo.

And some stuff you
probably didn't.

He failed his way through
a very expensive education.

Never had the same job
for longer than two months.

I'm guessing there's
no evidence of

business deals
in the Middle East.

Excellent deduction.

His dad worked there a lot

as an airline exec,

but he died pretty young.

Mum passed away three years ago,

and left the house to Enzo.

She was actually a really
big deal in antiques world.

Oh, so, he was telling the truth
about his mother

supplying antiques to the salon.

Most of the money is tied up
in the house and various trusts.

Never been married,
no kids, no pets.

Just a classic failure
to launch.

Could Enzo have the skills
to jam the CCTV?

No.

I need you to find out
whether the cops may have missed

any black cars that night.

And what'll you be doing?

Being Alexa, clearly.

Enzo?

God, he's
always seemed so nice.

Chatty but harmless.

Tough to believe, isn't it?

So, do you think he did
what he said?

We're still trying to
work that out.

I do know he was here
that night.

Did you know that Enzo's mother
helped decorate this place?

Yeah. Vaguely.

I... didn't pay much attention.
Maybe I should've.

Anyway, he says that he saw
a black car here that night.

Do you happen to know anyone
around here who owns one?

Not off the top of my head.

What about Mariel?

Silver Merc.

Niki's is red,
because her personal motto is

beware of beige.

- Wise woman.
- And I don't have a car.

Well, I think you are
really brave

to go ahead with the launch.

I-- I know it feels soon,
but it meant a lot to Mariel

and... she meant a lot to us.

And now it feels like we can
start moving on.

Niki told me
about your pre-speech nerves.

You know? The affirmations.

Ah, yeah. I know it's, um,
a bit unusual,

but... it seems to work.

Still, doesn't seem like
much fun, for you.

Well, we all have parts
of our jobs we don't like.

Yeah. That's why I quit mine.

You're smarter than me.

That is really beautiful work.

It's 1940's, right?

Yeah, right.
That's a nifty party trick.

It's the colour.

Metal shortages during the war
meant less copper, more gold.

Family heirloom or...

Oh, my husband wanted something
with history.

He is a smart man.

Yeah, he was.

Have you ever considered
updating it?

Once or twice.

You shouldn't feel guilty.

Every piece I design
tells a story about our lives.

An engagement, a big birthday,
a wedding.

When the story changes, we can
change the piece to match.

What is he doing here?

Look, I-- I was just
trying to pay my respects.

Oh, I think you've done
enough of that.

I mean, what was the story?

You broke in here to steal back

your mother's antiques?

I didn't think
Mariel'd be here.

Oh, so that's why you hurt her?

I didn't mean to.
She got fright.

She slipped.
Her head hit the counter.

Except that's not what happened,
was it?

- Of course it is.
- Try again.

Because there was no break-in.

She didn't fall.

And somebody hit her.
On purpose.

Mariel DeMarco had
three grandchildren.

She was on the board of
a medical research fund,

and she played tennis every week

with friends she'd known
since school.

And she was planning to skydive
on her next birthday.

Someone denied her all of that.

My first job
was coaching tennis--

Oh, for God's sake, Enzo.

A woman went to work...

and she did not return.

I think her family deserves

to know what really happened.

God.

Enzo!

Did you play it yet?

Look, there's been a lot
going on.

Do you have any idea
how hard it was

to get that to you from in here?

At least you can do
is say thanks.

I'm more interested in the why
and the how.

What are you after?

I'm doing something nice
for my sister.

- You loved that song.
- And you hated it.

Yeah. Because you played it
non-stop the whole summer.

Can't remember
any of my passwords,

but those lyrics are lodged
in my brain forever.

I saved up for weeks
to buy that single.

And you stole it.

Yeah. I did.

Yeah, and you denied it
for decades.

Now you know...

that you were right all along.

It's my gift to you.

Alright, but you're a thief.

- And a liar. Thank you.
- Oh, come on.

You and I both know you love
sitting up there

on you high horse
and being right.

At least I don't steal
kids' records.

Oh, to be fair,
I was a kid myself.

Living in your shadow,
I might add.

Oh, you don't.
You don't get it, do you?

You have no idea
what it was like.

How hard it was living up to
someone who's so bloody perfect?

Oh, it was always
so easy for you.

That's not true.

That's one thing
you never understood.

It doesn't have to be true...

to feel true.

Well, thank you for the gift.

And the memories.

Always good talking to you.

Listen, I did not save up
for that single.

I got tired of waiting,
so I nicked it

from the shop on the hill.

And I nearly got caught
doing it, 'cause do you know

how hard it is to hide a 45
under your jumper?

Yeah. LP's are harder.

Oh, I guess you can't be good
at everything, eh?

Yeah. Sad but true.

It's good to see you, Lex.

Enjoy the music.

It's a kiln.

To make glass beads
in the microwave.

I've got a great idea
for a necklace.

Should I be worried that you're
inspired by a murder case?

Ah. Should I be worried
that you're stress baking?

- This is about Enzo, isn't it?
- I just don't think he did it.

So why is he telling everyone
that he did?

'Cause he's a classic
underachiever

who never gets any attention.

This is his chance
to be noticed.

By confessing to murder?

Man, that is so messed up.

Hey, I found out what was
in that missing parcel.

It went through customs
the day before Mariel died.

A top of the range blowtorch.

The kind used to
make fancy jewellery?

The very same kind.

You know, if it wasn't
for Enzo sticking his schnozz in

and distracting everybody,

Ramona and Niki would be looking

pretty bloody good right now.

Yeah. Apart from their
excellent alibis.

Yeah. Well, apart from that.

Phone data places
Niki and Romana

here that night from 7:00 p.m.

Till they both got calls
about Mariel at about 9:00.

Now, Niki was visible
mingling all night.

Well, where was our famous
jeweller for all of this?

Upstairs.

Locked safely in the green room

doing her affirmations.

Ramona came in here at
7:30 p.m. and emerged at 8:00.

The organisers had
a staff member posted outside

to stop her being disturbed

and they heard her
the whole time.

That's a lot of chanting.

As alibis go,
we're talking rock solid.

Speaking of solid, this thing's
been painted shut.

As I told you,
rock solid alibi.

You know that most rocks
are porous, don't you?

Well, not this one.

You know, smug doesn't suit you
as well as you think it does.

Yet it just feels so good.

No way. Gordon Ramsay even?

I'm serious.

Vegan for years.

It's an open secret
when I worked there.

You shouldn't have come
all this way.

Told you she'd be glad
to see me.

I need your help.

I'm a bit busy
investigating a murder.

I'm in danger.

- I'm being followed.
- Know the feeling.

What if the real killer
thinks I know something?

Stop telling everyone you do.

This is what happens
to key witnesses, isn't it?

They end up
with new identities in

some clapped out caravan
up the coast.

Key witnesses usually have
some sort of credible evidence.

I know I'm being followed.

Then you should go home

and stay out of sight
of everyone.

Just to be safe.

Six stitches.

And they're not sure I'll get
full strength back in my arm.

Do you ever think
about selling this place?

You in the market?

Ah, just you know, it doesn't

really feel like you,
that's all.

You don't know me.

I know that family
can leave a long shadow.

You think you understand me?

I understand why you're scared.

Yeah, because someone
tried to kill me.

Well, perhaps
somebody thinks that

you know something
that can solve a murder.

Yeah, well, joke's on them. Hah!

That night, I forgot the parcel.

I went back, I dropped it off,
left the note.

And all the time that...

that poor woman was in there,
dying.

I mean, maybe if I'd paid
attention for once...

seeing something,

tried to help her.

I didn't. I just drove away.

I mean, what kind of man
does that?

I think maybe you're asking
the wrong question.

I'm more interested
in the kind of man

who goes out of his way
to deliver a parcel

even though it's
not his job any more.

You weren't to know
what was happening in there.

You were in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Yeah. Story of my life.

Enzo...

listen to me.

You cannot change what happened.

But you can help me now if
you tell me what you really saw.

She wasn't really about to...

go on a skydive, was she,
on her next birthday?

- Mariel? No. Probably not.
- Mm.

Maybe one detail too many.

Duly noted.

What did you see?

Look...

all I saw...

was a black car.

Could've been parked there
for weeks.

But it was there.

There was no evidence
of a black car

being there
the night Mariel died.

I swear

on my mother's grave

there was a black car...

and the same car
ran me down last night.

Should I ask
why we need a new microwave?

Look, it's better if you don't.

How's the necklace going?

Going great, but I went through

all the footage
near Enzo's accident.

We do believe that
that actually happened, right?

Yeah, somebody found him injured

in the street
and called the ambulance.

Who would wanna take him out?

Apart from, you know,
everyone who's actually met him.

I was hoping you could tell me.

The bad news is
I'm getting a big fat zilch

on black cars
in a three-kilometre radius.

And you really thought he was
telling the truth this time?

Somebody else believed
he was enough of a danger

to try to shut him up
permanently.

Well, whoever it is,
they don't drive a black car.

What about other cars?

This is the closest camera
I found.

Security footage from a shop

down the street
from the accident.

No visible plates and it's red.
But the timing works.

Why would he lie
about the colour?

It doesn't have to be true
to feel true.

Enzo's socks.

They never match.

He wears purple and blue and...

and green with orange.

Well, I admire his
fashion confidence.

But people with
protan colour blindness...

they mistake blue for purple.

And they see some reds as black.

What model is our
friend Niki's red car?

At 1:00 am

The brain is like a sieve

At 2:00 am...

Forensics tested everything.

The murder weapon's not here.

Mm.

Do you know
anything about jewellery?

I know to choose
an engagement ring that doesn't

leave a mark when it's
thrown back in your face.

I've been given.
I am courageous.

And calm under pressure.
Happiness is a choice.

You tempted?

Oh, I don't think this would go
with my active lifestyle.

Hm. Pity.

Point is, this thing
is worth a fortune.

It's in the same display case.

Now, even if you were
faking a robbery...

you'd take that with you,
wouldn't ya?

While you two brilliant
investigators

were window shopping,

I found out that
the salmon blinis are great.

You should avoid
the rubbery frittatas.

Also, Ramona's finished
chanting. So we're on.

Good luck.

Thank you so much for coming.

Tonight, we reclaim
this beautiful space

and pay homage to my mentor

and dearest friend...

Mariel DeMarco.

Gosh, you're right.
Those affirmations really work.

I mean, she doesn't look
nervous at all.

Now's not really the time.

Really? I think this is
a really big moment.

I mean, for Ramona, certainly.

It's a big moment
for both of us.

We've all worked hard for this.

Well, yeah, but she's up there
and you're back here.

That's got to hurt.

The only thing that hurts

is not having Mariel
standing here beside me.

Mariel was like...

Do you know who's really hurt?

Enzo Pavone.

Terrible car accident
last night.

What? Is he okay?

Oh, he'll live to tell the tale.
Yeah.

Thing is, the car that ran him
down looked a lot like yours.

Well, it wasn't me.

No, but you're the only one
with a car like that

who might wanna stop Enzo
talking about

seeing a car like that
the night Mariel died.

Mariel was killed in a break-in.

Or someone wanted to make it
look like that.

...and she had
a unique...

Why would I wanna hurt Mariel?

She gave me my dream job.

Well, that means she could
take it away again too.

I mean, outsourcing
jewellery production,

that had to be worrying.

No. She was training me
to oversee the expansion.

So I wouldn't say
it was worrying.

In fact, I think you'll find
the word is "exciting."

...always believing
in what we could...

And I was here
all night last night,

prepping for the launch.

Check the CCTV.

Oh, I will.

I have always said that

jewellery

tells a story about who we are.

She does always say that.

But sometimes

even the best stories
have to end.

Mariel was the true power
behind this company.

And,
I can't go on without her.

So it's with a very heavy
but... grateful heart

that I am announcing
the closure

of Ramona Church Jewellery,

effective immediately.

Whoa!

Thank you so much
for your support.

That was a really big moment
for both of you.

Excuse me.

Okay,
I was not expecting that.

Neither was Niki.

Morning!

Ah, Alexa's gone to breakfast.

What?

Wha-a-a-t?

Big appetite this morning.
Enjoy!

Thank you.

I can't help thinking that
we're missing something

that's right in front of us.

Oh, I can relate.

Mind you, so did Niki.

I mean, until Ramona's
announcement last night,

she had no idea
what her friend was up to.

Yeah, you can't imagine
what that feel's like.

Here. Have some toast.

It's the best cure
for hangovers. Go on.

I just saw Harry,
at our place.

Yeah, come on. Don't miss
the critical butter window.

Do you believe that
a lie of omission

is as bad as a lie
of commission?

Those are heavy questions
before coffee.

Indulge me.
What do you believe?

I believe in truth.

And good bread.

Not necessarily in that order.

What? Are you trying
to tell me something?

Maybe you have something
you wanna say to me?

What if Ramona...

was using Niki's trust
to her advantage?

- Alright.
- Check this out.

Niki doesn't have a handbag
in any of the photos

leading up to Ramona's speech
on the night of the murder.

I think that she had it
locked away

with Ramona's safe and sound.

And that means...

Niki's keys were in the room
with Ramona.

Points to you, Feliciano.

Why would Ramona
murder the woman

who was going to make her
mind-blowingly rich?

Mm. Ramona spiked the business

within a month of
Mariel's death.

Money's not her motive.

So what is?

Ramona was about to be the face

of a brand in 30 countries,
but she hyperventilates

when she gives a speech
in front of two dozen people.

I mean, affirmations
can only do so much.

Why not just tell Mariel
that she wanted out?

I mean, murder seems
like a pretty extreme way

to avoid an
awkward conversation.

Yeah, for most.

And even if you're right...

Ramona and the keys
were stuck in that room.

I mean, there was no way out
without being seen.

That we know of.

What, are you suggesting
that she levitated

out of a locked room?

I cannot believe that
you're making me do this.

I can't believe
I'm actually doing this.

And I can't believe
you're still grumbling.

Just go and see where it leads.

Even if Ramona found
her way out like this,

there were still witnesses that
she was in here the whole time.

No one saw her.

They only heard her,
or thought they did.

Are you saying that
she somehow faked it?

It's easy enough to do.

You record the right thing,
press play.

Of course.

Are you hurrying?
I'm timing you.

Good one.

So Ramona's alibi,
not so rock solid.

Yeah. We could've just accessed
the building plans, you know?

This was much easier.

- For who?
- For whom.

Look, Ramona had ample time
to drive Niki's car

down to the jewellery store
and back.

And another hero bites the dust.

But even if you're right,
how do we prove any of this?

I don't know.

No. You are not helping.

How many times
do I have to explain that

I cannot read...

through your butt,
and neither can you.

Here...

Mariel registered
"Ramona Church Jewellery"

as a trademark in 30 countries

the week before she died.

Ooh-la-la.

But these are all registered

under Mariel's own name,
not the company name.

So Mariel's the one
who wanted to go global.

Ramona wants out,
and Mariel changes the deal.

Ramona discovers Mariel
owns it all. Owns her.

And the golden goose
wants out of the cage.

Whoa. Shouldn't you be
wearing safety goggles?

No, it's absolutely fine.

That's how you poisoned
the last one.

You can still use it.

Just not for food.

Look, how was I supposed to know

that melting glass
was so toxic--

Psst.

Hey, I know that look.

You know what happened.

Better still.

I know how I can prove it.

Alexa Crowe.

Enzo, I need your help.

It's about your mother.

Busted.

Couldn't help myself.

All these intricate
little details.

What are you doing here, Alexa?

Well, I've been giving
some thought to your offer

to melt down my wedding ring
to make something new.

Like those necklaces you took
the night Mariel died.

Ah, excuse me?

Well, that's why you stole
the plain ones, right?

'Cause they're easier
to melt down and recast

than one's with ostrich egg
in them.

I would never hurt Mariel.

She saved me.

And then she used you.

Turned you into a brand.

- She gave me everything.
- You hated it.

You were using every technique
you could possibly find

to deal with the stress.

No. We were a team.

Were you? All that work.

And if you walked away,
she owned it all.

So you had to plan things
very carefully.

All those intricate details.

I am the
architect of my own world.

You made sure
you had the perfect alibi.

Everyone thought
you were inside chanting...

when you were really
driving here in Niki's car.

To kill Mariel.

You disabled the CCTV

and you were hoping
to surprise Mariel.

But she saw you.

You got into a fight.

And Mariel managed to
get to the panic button...

just before you
knocked her down.

But you kept your head

and you made it
look like a robbery.

Took the gold necklaces
and the murder weapon with you.

Oh, and that parcel
out the back door,

just in case anyone
traced whoever left it.

And you made it back in time
to make that speech.

But what to do
with the murder weapon

and the gold necklaces?

Well, you had a plan for that.

Hold that, would you?

It's heavy, isn't it?

Heavy enough to do
some real damage.

It's called uranium glass.

Very common back in the day.

The uranium gives it
that groovy colour,

but it also has some other
handy side effects.

Cool, huh?

I don't know what you think
you're proving.

The police tested
everything in here.

Not quite everything.

What did you tell me?

Every piece tells a story?

Enzo's mother
was meticulous with her records.

She supplied Mariel with
two identical paperweights.

And you used one
to kill Mariel.

And wouldn't you know it,
the stolen gold

is 300 grams lighter
than the new necklace,

which is exactly the weight
of the missing glass.

You turned the murder weapon
into this.

And you hid it in plain sight.

You went to all that trouble

to run down Enzo
to stop him blabbing.

When neither of you realised

he was sitting on
much better proof.

I couldn't do it any more.

She wouldn't let me leave.

I didn't have a choice.

You had a choice.

You chose what you wanted
over Mariel's life.

Should I be worried
that uranium glass

will make my team
glow in the dark?

Well, not if they don't eat it.

Otherwise, there's more
radioactivity in a banana.

For the record,
I think you made it work.

Oh.

This old thing.

Active lifestyle and all.

You don't have to say anything,
you know?

- We're cool.
- Good.

The phone calls
you keep trying to hide,

sentimental music gifts,

big breakfasts,
I'm happy for you.

You're happy that
a convicted scam-artist

will give me no peace?

I'm just trying to figure out
what his game is.

Like, maybe he just
wants attention.

But maybe he's being nice
for the first time in his life?

It's okay, Alexa.

You can keep your secrets.

Look at you

You're a pageant

You're everything

That I've that imagined

But something's wrong

I feel uneasy

You show me

Tell me you're not teasin'

I don't know why

Sometimes I get frightened

You can see my eyes

You can tell that
I'm not lyin'

I don't know why

Sometimes I get frightened