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Ask me if I'm sick of shopping.

Get in early, get out early.
That's my motto.

- Okay. What's that?
- It's a present.

I told you no presents,
and I meant it.

No parties, no singing, no...

It's not for you.
It's for Pippa.

Oh.
Well, I thought you were...

Separated, yes.

But... it's our anniversary.

It's weird, I know.
But I just thought...

No, no, no. It's cute.
It's cute. Show me what you got.

Oh, Kieran. Now... Now, what do
you want your gift to say?

'Cause this says, "Good luck
with the hors d'oeuvres."

Really?

Kieran, I think maybe you have
to revise your shopping motto.

Like "Get in early

and have a bloody good think
about what you're doing."

Oh, thank you.

No worries.

I've got a case for you.

I think I'd rather have
the plate.

Six months ago,
an up-and-coming doctor

was found dead in her apartment.

She worked
at the Cavanagh Clinic.

- Oh, the cosmetic surgery place?
- Yeah.

Matilda Phillips, 32.

She had a procedure
at the clinic

about 4:30 in the afternoon...

microneedling,
applied by a colleague.

The procedure went normally.

She left the clinic
about 5:00 p.m., all good.

I thought you said
she was a doctor at this place.

She was, but she also loved
having work done.

Her husband said
she'd become addicted to it.

He found her body
the next morning

after arriving home
from interstate.

Estimated time of death
was around 8:30 p.m.

the night before.

She'd been dead
more than 12 hours.

And how was he?

He was distraught, confused,
heartbroken.

Autopsy report showed a cocktail
of drugs in Tilly's system.

Cause of death was anaphylaxis,

probably due to
self-administered botulinum.

So she had a procedure
in the afternoon,

went home,
and gave herself Botox?

But it wasn't Botox.

It was another botulinum drug
that she'd developed.

Using herself as a guinea pig?

Case was closed.

Put down to a self-medicating
doctor gone wrong.

Was she stupid?

No.
She was smart as.

Highest grades in her year
at uni.

Poster child for the clinic.

I'll take it.

Well, that was easier
than I thought.

Show me that plate again.

You can't give Pippa this.
She'll think you hate her.

I should give her something.
We've been together 10 years.

Trust me.

You don't want to start your
divorce off on the wrong foot.

Who said anything about divorce?
We're just separated.

Look at this woman.

She's beautiful.

Nobody at that age has wrinkles.

Why would she inject botulinum
into her face?

I don't know.
Prevent wrinkles in the future?

Is that how it works?

It only lasts a few months.

Well, botulinum's only been
available for cosmetic surgery

for about 15 years.

So it's not enough time
for any longitudinal studies,

but it's seriously poisonous,
though.

Yeah.
Evidently.

Five grams can kill every person
on earth.

And we still put it
in our faces?

Well, I mean it's safe when
it's diluted and used properly.

She obviously used too much or
injected it in the wrong place.

So, would you use it?

I mean, I can understand
why some people do it.

It's tough out there.

You getting a facelift?

What'd you say to me?

Uh, you... getting a facelift?

You think I need one?

No. I just...
N-No. I saw the picture.

- It said facelift.
- And you jumped to that?

I didn't mean... No.
I don't... You don't.

Bugger off, George.

So... Cavanagh Clinic.

Oh, yeah. I've heard of them.
They're supposed to be great.

I can get you a price list
if you want.

Thin ice, Madison.

Excuse me.

Would you like my seat?

- No, thanks. I'll stand.
- Sorry. Not you.

Oh.

You want to know
what I think happened to Tilly?

I think the people
in that clinic killed her.

Well, when you say the people
in the clinic, do you mean...

Um, the husband and wife
who own and run it.

They sucked Tilly in, filled her
head with promises and bullshit,

and turned her into
a different person.

A different person how?

That's my gorgeous wife.

Look at her. She's amazing.
Perfect.

That's what she looked like
just before she died.

Still beautiful.

She wasn't Tilly anymore.

Well, how many cosmetic
procedures did she have?

I lost count.

She was addicted.

Those Cavanagh people
got into her head,

put her in pages of magazines
one minute,

told her she was
a "work in progress" the next.

Can I have a look at the place
where she was found?

Oh, you don't sleep here?

Can't.

Not since, um...

I sleep up the other end
of the house.

I, uh, haven't had a chance
to throw away her things.

Yeah.
I get that.

I asked her to stop having
all those things done to her.

She didn't need those people.

She could've done anything
she wanted...

started her own clinic.

When did you last talk to her?

Um, we had breakfast together
before I left for Brisbane.

Nothing struck you as unusual?

Mm.

I called her that night.
She didn't answer.

And then I came home
the next day.

Found her.

Yeah.

- How'd you go?
- Great.

Now you know more about me
than anybody else,

including my doctor.

Oh.
Sign here.

Oh.
Right.

Thank you.

Dawn?

Oh.
Hello.

I didn't know you came here.

No.
Uh, me too.

You... I mean you too.

- Either.
- You're friends.

Neighbors.

Very good friends.

- Alexa Crowe.
- Yes. Hello.

- Oh. Come through.
- How do you do? Hi.

Lovely to see you, Dawn.

Doesn't look like
a dangerous mole to me.

Are you worried about it?

Yeah.
Well, I just don't like it.

Oh.

Well, I can whip it off
easily enough.

When would you like it done?

I don't know.
Soon?

Well, I see it's your birthday
in a couple of days.

You can make it a present
to yourself.

That is the worst present
to myself.

What, are you thinking of having
anything else done?

Like what?

Well, let's take a look.

All right.
Smile for me.

Now relax.

It's okay.
All right.

All right.

Mm.

You know, you are in...

in remarkably good shape
for a woman your age.

All right. I sense there is
a big "but" coming on.

All right. Look.
We can always improve on nature.

Like how?

Oh, a little smoothing out,
a little jaw enhancement.

Don't you have
the botulinum drug?

Tomelax or something?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah. We have that.

We make that part of the mix,
along with fillers and collagen.

We, uh, plump up the skin
to stimulate targeted growth

here and, uh, here.

Is that safe?

Oh.
Oh, yeah.

- Completely.
- Wow.

I mean, these are all
very simple procedures.

'Cause I heard that you had
a doctor who died here...

Dr. Phillips?

How'd you hear about that?

I don't know.
Grapevine.

The inquest was closed,

and the publication
of the findings was suppressed.

Well, I don't remember
how I heard about it.

It's just weird that some doctor
would misjudge

the amount of botulinum
she injected.

Says here you're a baker
and small business owner.

Sure you're not a journalist?

Well, I would like to talk
to you and your wife together.

It won't take long,
and I am not a journalist.

Promise.

Did you say you're the police?

Well, long story short, no,
but, um, I am helping them out.

Looking into Tilly's death?

Yeah.
Just asking a few questions.

It was a terrible thing
that happened.

But it has nothing
to do with us.

You need to understand that this
is a very sensitive matter

toward our business.

No, no.
I do understand.

And I am nothing
if not discreet.

I'm just gathering
information... that's all...

if you don't mind.

Of course we're happy to help.

Have a seat.

So, uh, perhaps we could start
by you telling me about the drug

that Dr. Phillips was using,
Tomelax.

It's a botulinum-based
neurotoxin.

Which she developed herself.

Well, she wanted to create

a longer-lasting
anti-wrinkle treatment.

And you're still using that
here at the clinic?

We own the patent.

It's very safe
when used correctly.

Tilly wanted to be
a pioneer, and she was.

But on that occasion, she
obviously got the dose wrong.

Yeah.

Obviously way wrong.

But, as Imogen said,
that had nothing to do with us.

Well, the procedure
that she had done that day...

- Microneedling.
- A very simple procedure.

It had nothing to do
with her death.

You know, we've been
through this ad nauseam.

No. But bear with,
'cause this is new.

So what is microneedling?

We use a needle roller

to improve skin texture
and elasticity.

I'll show you.

It pierces through
the outer layers of the dermis

with a series of small needles.

Well, that's got to hurt.

Well, we numb the area first
with a lignocaine cream.

There's some discomfort, some
pressure, but really no pain.

Well, could that have had
an adverse reaction

with the Tomelax?

No. Those drugs aren't
contraindicated.

How long had this clinic
been using Tomelax

before Dr. Phillips died?

Enough!

This is insulting!

Look.

if you have any more questions,
go through our solicitors.

I got your number.
I'll text you the details.

Levi.

And if you think about making
any public statements

about any of this,

we'll take legal action
against you personally.

It's very hard
to keep details suppressed

in a defamation trial.

Good luck.

Ms. Crowe!

Sorry about my husband.

Look, his bark is far worse
than his bite.

Maybe you should walk him
more often.

We take the good name
of our clinic very seriously,

and Tilly was a big part
of the place.

Truth is, we haven't
really recovered since her loss.

No.
I get it.

Three years is a long time
to work with someone.

Yeah.
And we were lucky to get her.

She was thinking
cardiac surgery,

and I talked her
into joining us.

Well, that's a big call.

How'd you do that?

Well... some people think
cosmetic surgery

is a trivial vocation...

you know, pandering
to people's sense of vanity,

but it's so much more than that.

We do reconstructive surgery,
burn victims,

postoperative cancer treatment.

Our work is about helping people
feel better about themselves.

Did Tilly feel better
about herself?

Yeah, she did.

But she lost her way.

I heard that someone said
she was a work in progress.

She was, professionally.

I was her mentor...
and proud to be.

And her friend.

Levi and I both were.

You ignore what Levi said.

You can ask us
whatever questions you like.

Thank you.

You know,
the botulinum treatment

could have been administered
in the afternoon

when Tilly was getting
that needling thing done.

Don't think so.

If she was injected with enough
to kill her,

she wouldn't have made it home.

Well, that's true.

Anyway, why would Levi Cavanagh
risk giving her a hot shot

in front of a witness?

Also true.

And, you know, bad for business,

one of your doctors dying
like that.

Also true.

And that's actually a motive
not to kill her.

So what we're looking for
is a motive

that makes the risk
worth taking.

Don't judge.

Hey, what are you gonna do
for your birthday?

Pardon?
Who said it was my birthday?

Oh.
It was in your police files.

Well, while you were looking
at the files,

did you notice whether
the police checked the alibis

of Levi and Imogen Cavanagh?

It was deemed an accident,
so no.

Find out where they were
when she died.

Whenever you're ready.
Nothing but money and time.

Keep your hair on.
I'm finishing a masterpiece.

What do you think?

I think it's not today.

What?

Yep.

Did you tell George
it's my birthday?

No.
Why would I?

I don't know, Madison.
Why would you?

- Hey! Happy birthday.
- Oh, look!

- It's your favorite.
- Anyhoo, what you got?

A malpractice suit
against the Cavanagh Clinic.

My GP said the Cavanagh Clinic
was the best.

Said they'll fix my acne scars.

How long ago did you go there?

Around this time last year.

Oh.
Thanks.

Said they'll make it
look better.

Now I hardly leave the house.

Who was your consultant
at the time?

Levi... Mr. Charming.

Said all I needed
was some laser treatments.

Levi did this to you?

No.
He left it to some technician.

Turns out
it was the receptionist

shooting lasers into my face.

Right.

And then you took legal action,
correct?

Yeah. I'm not supposed to
talk about it.

It was a condition
of the settlement.

I had their lawyers all over me.

You said you met
with one of the other doctors...

Dr. Matilda Phillips... Tilly.

She was a human being.
She visited me in hospital.

Had the decency to apologize

even though she wasn't there
when I had this done.

She said it should never
have happened.

You think that Tilly
was going to blow the whistle

on the malpractice?

It's a reason for Levi Cavanagh
to shut her up.

But it would have been
an overreaction.

- Medical accidents happen.
- Not at the Cavanagh Clinic.

They've got their reputation
to consider.

And Levi Cavanagh
tried to sue me

like 10 minutes after he met me.

Well, maybe you should protect
yourself.

Legally, you could incorporate.

As what?

Don't know.

Murder of Crowes
Proprietary Limited?

I like it.

Whatever stops you getting taken
to the cleaners.

I'd love to see him try.

So if Levi Cavanagh
wanted to shut Tilly up,

why wouldn't he just use
his lawyers?

Depends what else she knew
about him.

You know, if there's one case
for malpractice,

maybe there's another.

Yep, and there's
good money in it.

You should see their clinic.

Levi and Imogen Cavanagh

are obviously
much dodgier operators

than they pretend to be.

Did you check out their alibis?

Imogen Cavanagh was at
a charity fundraiser

from 5:00 p.m. till 6:00.

Confirmed.
Dozens of people saw her.

Really? What's the
Juliette Rose Foundation?

Oh, it's really cool.

They give scholarships
to young professional women,

just to help them advance
their careers.

You should recommend me for one.

Right.
What's Levi's alibi?

Left the clinic
at half past 6:00.

He says he went straight home,
made dinner, did some work.

Really?
Anyone see him there?

No.

And what about the metadata
on their phones?

Can't without a warrant,
but Tilly's phone is fair game

'cause, you know, she's dead.

I've contacted
the service provider.

Good.

Alexa?
Uh, a word?

Tremendous.

Save yourself.

Dawn, you're looking
very youthful today.

I'm sure I don't need to
remind you of Section 141

of the Health Services Act.

Uh, you might.

Medical confidentiality.

Who would I tell
and why would I bother?

Okay. Well, good.
As long as we're clear.

Oh, we're clear.

Are you getting
some interesting work done?

Ah.

Oh, your nose?
Yes.

Yeah.
No, I think that's a good idea.

Hey, Dawn?

What doctor do you see
at the clinic?

Oh.
Imogen, of course.

I don't like men touching
my face.

Particularly not her husband.
I find him creepy.

Fun with Dawn?

Always.

Okay.

So a number of texts
were deleted from Tilly's phone

in the weeks before she died.

Did you get them?

Yep.
Now you do too.

Saucy.
Who's she texting?

Not sure.

The owner of the phone
bought a travel SIM

under the name Eric Smith.

It's probably false.

But I can tell you
where they bought the SIM.

Where?

A hundred meters
from the Cavanagh Clinic.

Hello.
Back again?

Yes. I'd like to talk
to Dr. Cavanagh, please.

- Levi.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry, but, uh,
he's flat chat this afternoon.

Aren't we all?

Wait. No.
You can't just go in there.

- Yes, I can.
- Excuse me.

Um, I'm sorry.
He's with a patient.

I'm afraid you're going to have
to wait in the waiting room.

Uh, Ms. Crowe?

Nothing to worry about.
So it's like...

Do you mind?

Not a bit.
Can we have a chat?

I'm sorry, Doctor.

No, no, no.
That's... That's okay.

Thanks, Ainsley.

Well, if you would like to wait.

Uh, sorry.
I can't.

I'll speak to you
when I'm finished.

Or we can do it here and now
if you want.

Please excuse me.

Ainsley, look after the patient.

What the hell is this?

That's not a very welcoming
tone.

Your wife said I'd be welcome.

I have work to do.
What do you want?

Well, I'm just wanting to see

who was the recipient of these
texts from Dr. Phillips.

It says, "See you at 8:00.
Have you got your key?"

No idea.

Is that all?

Maybe.

Oh, wow. You kept the phone.

I mean, is this phone for, um,
affairs in general,

or was it just for Tilly?

Okay. Look.

Can we, um...
act like adults here?

Uh...

I'd appreciate
if you didn't tell Imogen.

Don't we have other fish
to fry now, Doctor?

The thing that happened
between me and Tilly was...

an error of judgment.

A fling.
That's all.

Uh, there's no reason
for Imogen to find out.

The fact that your wife
might find out

would be a reason
for you to keep Tilly quiet.

That and a malpractice suit.

You can't seriously think
I killed her?

Well, your fling went on
for months.

She cut you a key.

How many times did you
slip around to her house

when her husband was interstate?

But the police and the coroner
went over this.

You had motive, means,
and opportunity, Doctor.

In the trade,
we call that a trifecta.

No, no, no.
This is crazy.

Tilly killed herself.

It was an accident.

Okay. Um...

What if I told you
I wasn't home that night?

So he was with his receptionist?

At the Saxon Grand Hotel
until 10:30 p.m.... so he says.

Did the receptionist confirm it?

Yeah.
She paid for the room.

Madison checked her credit card.

- Do you think they're lying?
- Yeah, maybe.

But they're definitely
shitting themselves

that Imogen Cavanagh
might find out.

That's real.

Is this the same receptionist

that assisted with the victim's
needle treatment?

- Yep.
- Levi Cavanagh is a dirt bag.

What if the wife did know
about the affair?

That puts her squarely
in the frame.

In here.

Oh, she gift-wrapped it
and everything.

Thanks, Gina.

A cyclamen... for Pippa.

Okay? Not a grand gesture,
but it's elegant.

And it survives pretty well
without close attention.

Sounds like a metaphor.

Yeah.
Trust me.

It's the perfect
separation gift.

Where are you off to?

I'm going to where
the beautiful people live

to see what's what
and who's who.

Oh.
You've got to pay for that.

♪ Ooh, I see you, see you,
see you every time ♪

♪ And oh, my, I, I, I,
I like your style ♪

♪ Ooh, you make me, make me,
make me want to cry ♪

♪ And now I beg to see you dance
just one more time ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I, I, I ♪

♪ Again ♪

For God's sake.

Hi. I've just got
a few more questions for you.

I told you everything
that I know.

The questions aren't for you.
They're for...

- Imogen!
- Oh, hi. Hi.

Come in.

Thank you.

Phew.

I hope I'm not interrupting
anything.

No, no.
Not at all.

Would you like a drink?

Yes, I would.

So, how can we help you?

Well, I just, uh, turned up a
few things on, uh, Dr. Phillips,

and I wanted your thoughts
on them.

Oh, Levi,
could you grab the wine?

It looks like she was having
an affair.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

So she never talked
to you about it?

No, not to me.

Uh...

Do you think that this affair

had something to do
with what happened?

Oh, look.
It's hard to say yet.

So she never talked to you
about her marriage either?

W... You don't think
her husband was involved?

To be honest,
I don't know what to think.

It's very puzzling.

She had so much more botulinum
in her system

than she ought to have had.

Well, it can accumulate
after long-term use.

Mm. Systemic spread.
That's true.

- Really?
- Mm.

I didn't know that.

Wow.

It's beautiful wine.

Phew!
And a beautiful home.

How long have you guys
been here?

Fifteen years.

Would you like a tour?

Yes.
I would.

Darling, keep an eye on that.

Here.
Come.

Seriously, your place
is sensational.

Well, none of this was here
when we first moved in.

We've done quite a lot to it.

Oh.

Well, I guess it's a work
in progress.

Oh, look at him.

He's terrified.

Of what?

That you'll tell me
about the affair.

Okay.

So, how long have you known?

Oh, not long after it started.

He has no idea
how well I can read him.

So you don't mind?

Well, she wasn't his first,

and she's not his last,
I'm sure.

But we're a good team.

And Tilly was such an asset
to the practice.

There was no upside
in calling them out.

He's attracted to younger women.

I don't like it,
but I understand.

It's the business we're in,
after all.

You can slow down the effects
of time, but you can't stop it.

No, I guess not.

Does Tilly's husband know?

I don't think so.

It'd be good if it didn't.

It'd crush him.

Hey. It's pork mince.
You're supposed to like that.

Oh, maybe you're just
getting on.

How old are you, anyway?

You know, you should thank
your lucky stars.

It's very hard to tell.

I haven't given it to her yet.
I'm still at work.

Did you see the toxicology
report for Tilly Phillips?

Yep.

Well, apart from botulinum, she
had barbiturates in her system.

We know she took sleeping pills.

Then how did she metabolize
10 milligrams of sleeping pill

before she injected herself
with the drug that killed her?

Obviously she took
the sleeping pill first.

So she took a sleeping pill

and then waited
until she was seriously drowsy

before she injected herself
with Tomelax?

That make sense to you?

No.

Is it suspicious enough
for a warrant on Levi's phone?

Did you get all your work done?

Uh, not quite.

What do you think about issuing
a prospectus?

You want to list the company?

It would give us the capital
to expand.

We can open another clinic...
maybe in Sydney or even Japan.

Big market there.

Mm.

Aren't you curious

about what our visitor and I
chatted about today?

I'm sure you'll tell me.

I know what you did.

All right.
What did she accuse me of?

Let's not play games.

I'll protect you
as much as I can.

But I don't think this is the
time to take investment risks.

Do you?

Hey, Ross.
Got a sec?

Did you find something?

Well, no.
Not yet.

I just want to know...
Can you tell me

what time you called Tilly
on the night she died?

A bit after 8:00.

Can you tell me
exactly what time?

Why?

'Cause she didn't answer.

Well, I just assumed she was
in the shower or something.

No, she wasn't. She was wearing
her work clothes when she died.

Um... eight minutes past 8:00.

You still got
those work clothes?

That's the way they came back
to me from the hospital.

- May I?
- Mm.

You ever opened this bag?

I, um... smell them occasionally.

Do you think that's odd?

No.

What's this about?

Can I borrow these?

Positive.

Alexa.

Putting the rubbish out.

Oh, yeah.
It's my bin.

Yes. Yes.
It has a blue sticker.

What, you color-coded the bins?

Yeah. Well, it just
prevents arguments.

Oh.

Anyway, I, um,
just wanted say happy birthday.

It's not today.

No, but I'm going away
for a few days.

I'm having my procedure done,
so...

Well, who told you?

Oh, your date of birth is on
the strata committee documents.

Great. That's good.

Oh. Sorry.
I've got to take this.

Oh, okay.

Yeah.
Hello?

Tilly Phillips' shirt shows
significant traces

of barbiturates, which means...

Yes. The numbing cream
that was on her chest was laced.

Yep. And traces
of lignocaine as well.

She absorbed it
through her skin.

That's how they knew she'd be
asleep when she was murdered.

That's how she must have died.

- Hey-oh.
- Hey.

Hey, I was thinking the two
of us should go our for drinks.

What for?

For the day that shall not
speak its name.

Oh.

Shoo. Shoo.
Pussycat, out.

- He never does that.
- Hm.

Did you get that phone metadata?

Oh.
Yeah.

Okay.

Uh, just read it to me,
would you?

Okay.

Um, the day
that Tilly Phillips died,

Imogen Cavanagh left the clinic
at 4:00.

She got to the charity gig
just after 5:00,

and she was there until 11:00.

The victim, Tilly Phillips,

she got her microneedling
at the clinic at 4:30,

and she got home at 5:30.

Levi Cavanagh and the
receptionist left the clinic

at 6:30.

They got to the Saxon Hotel
at just before 7:00.

Levi leaves at 10:40,
and he's home at 10 past 11:00.

- Just before the oil gets home.
- Yeah.

And the receptionist stayed
at the hotel all night.

But Levi and the receptionist
could have left the hotel,

gone to Tilly's house,
and then come back.

No. They ordered room service
just past 8:00.

How'd you get that
from the metadata?

I didn't.
I went to the hotel.

Spoke to the manager and to the
waiter who delivered the food.

So when were Tilly and Levi
last seen together?

Uh, a few days
before Tilly died.

In the morning,
somewhere in Toorak.

Uh, before that, Richmond,
South Yarra, Prahran.

- In the morning?
- Yeah.

8:10 a.m., 8:20 a.m.,
and 8:37 a.m.

- On a weekday?
- Yeah.

What kind of affair happens
at that time of day?

You got addresses
for these places?

Kieran, I've tried inviting her.
She blanks me.

Persistence doesn't work.

She just gets
more and more pissed off.

Well, you give it a crack, then.

Oh.
Got to go.

- Give what a crack?
- Oh, nothing.

So, what's the story?

Well, Levi Cavanagh
and Tilly Phillips

were looking at a lease
on this place.

Seems they showed a particular
interest in the parking.

Were they planning
on shacking up together?

Not here.

But I've got an idea
what they were up to.

Show me that list of addresses.

Oh.

So, did she like it?

She did, but she also thought
it was weird

that I was giving her
an anniversary present

when we're...

You can say it.

...separated.

It is weird.

You said it was sweet.

Sweet and weird.

Should have given her the plate.

Mm.

Then she complained about petals
falling all over the floor.

You know what she's like
with that Persian carpet.

Cyclamens don't drop petals.

Roses drop... petals.

Do what you got to do.
Don't mind me.

Mads. Hey, you got time
to do something for me?

Wow.

"Wow" what?

Well, you're actually asking.

Well, I'm trying to be polite.

Well, it's great you're trying
new things.

The Juliette Rose Foundation.

Are you recommending me
for a scholarship?

No.

You said there was
that whole lot of photographs

taken of Imogen Cavanagh there
the night that Tilly died.

Uh, yeah.
At least a dozen.

Can you get the time stamp
for each of those photographs?

Well, I'd have to track down
the original uploaders.

It would not be ethical,
but it's possible.

Ah.
So that's a "yes."

- Should I check with the boss?
- Oh, Kieran's fine.

Um, and one more thing.

You know, uh, that symbol
of the charity

that was on the brochure
you gave me?

Uh, it's a Juliet rose.

It's rare.
It only grows in France.

Oh, super. Thanks.

Hey, you still got the evidence
from this crime scene?

Uh, yeah.
Why?

I know how Imogen Cavanagh
did it.

Oh.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you
all so much for coming.

Over the last five years,

since our foundation
has been operating,

I am delighted to say
that we have helped

to advance the careers
of more than 80 young women

in the arts,
science and technology,

engineering, medicine,
and many other fields.

These women of the future

will help to shape the identity
of the nation,

and on their behalves,
I thank you for your generosity.

We are about to start the
auction in just a few minutes.

So please have as many drinks
as you possibly can,

and we'll see you shortly.

Thank you both.

Hi!
How are you?

- Lovely to see you.
- I'm great.

Are you bidding on something
tonight?

You know what you should
auction off?

Some of that lignocaine cream
that you mixed up

to treat your friend Tilly.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about how you made
sure Tilly Phillips was sedated

by the time you got
to her house.

You knew that she was having
a procedure that afternoon,

so you switched the jars
of numbing cream

that would be used
in the treatment.

It was a great idea.

It meant you wouldn't even be at
the clinic when it happened.

Tilly took sleeping pills.

I know. That's what makes it
even more clever.

But we found barbiturates in
the shirt that she was wearing,

and pills don't do that.

That night, you made sure
that plenty of photographs

got taken of you here
at the foundation.

If you look at the time code
of those photographs,

there's a gap
of about 40 minutes.

And that's time, isn't it?
That's time enough.

You knew that her husband
was away,

and you went over there,
let yourself in with Levi's key,

and you injected her
with Tomelax.

A few pings in the brow

to make it look like
she was self-administering

and then a massive dose
by mouth.

You were back here
within the hour.

In the morning, you switched
back the cream jars.

It was just too easy.

Tilly was just one
of Levi's flings.

You could tolerate that.

But what you couldn't tolerate
was the fact

that they were planning
to open a clinic without you.

- This conversation is over.
- No, no, no, no.

Wait.
Just bear with... bear with me.

This... is a photograph
of Tilly's bathroom.

And this was driving me nuts.
I couldn't figure it out.

But that...

...is this.

And it's a petal
from a Juliet rose,

which you have flown in
from France

'cause they don't grow here.

Can I at least finish
the auction, please?

Okay, ladies and gentlemen.
Here we go.

The first item up for auction
this evening

is six months' treatment
at the Cavanagh Clinic.

What am I bid?

Fifteen hundred.

Not as annoying
as having your lazy brother

living on your couch
for three weeks,

but still quite annoying.

Now, so, how do we get
the cork out?

Well, Gerhardt will show you.

I'm calling it.
She's not gonna show.

Yeah.
Told you.

I think we're done here.
Don't you?

Yeah.

Ha! Excellent.
You owe me a 20.

Two hundred-dollar bottle
of wine, and I mess up the cork.

Oh, I'm really glad you came.

Me too.

Me too.
No singing.

- Wouldn't dream of it.
- Happy birthday.

Make a wish.

Oh, Georgeous!

Yay.

I am reducing.

Hey, can you fix this?

We need four glasses
and four forks.

Yes.
Uh, corkage will be $3.

Fine.

Now we've got a party
on our hands.

- Oh, yeah.
- ♪ I keep tellin' her ♪

♪ Rapunzel,
gotta let your hair down ♪

♪ Girl, gotta let your hair
down ♪

♪ We ain't going nowhere now ♪

♪ Gotta let your hair down ♪

♪ Girl, gotta let your hair
down ♪

♪ Why we trying? ♪