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- What? - Good morning, sunshine.

No, Alexa, it is not the morning.

Well, it is, but it's the part

of the morning where I'm meant to be...

Hey, listen. If I need to hook up a screen to a laptop,

do I need a USB to USB, HDMI to HDMI or a C?

What? Why? Why do you want to do this?

Just in case I want a screen mirror.

- Do you need a screen mirror? - Well, I might.

It is 3:23, Alexa. It is 3:23 a.m.

Is that Madison?

Reuben says good morning.

I say, bonjour. How's things in France?

Tell him it's dark and quiet.

Almost as if everyone should be asleep.

Uhhh.

Alright, then. I'll let you go. Au revoir.

Isn't it the middle of the night over there?

Yeah, 12 hours behind. So, 3:23 in the morning apparently.

So you called her because?

Because I missed the sound of her voice.

Besides, she won't tell me why she suddenly

on holiday en France.

So until she confirms my theories,

I'm just going to keep forgetting

about the time difference.

Let me guess. Professor "what's his face?"

In the snail garden with a spade?

- Nope. Nope. Nope. - Beer? Salt.

Sebastian Kent in the bush, in a sculpture.

What do you mean, in a sculpture?

I told you, it was macabre.

Sebastian Kent, bestselling author,

disappeared a few weeks ago.

Oh, the crime writer guy.

- I take it, he's turned up? - He sure has.

Found encased in a concrete sculpture

on a bush trail near where he lives.

The sculpture just appeared there one day.

If it hadn't been for flooding in the area,

he'd still be standing there.

Coroner found drugs in his system.

He was sedated, coated in concrete.

Death by suffocation. About four weeks ago.

Well, given his profile, you have done an excellent

job keeping the details quiet.

Well, the last thing we want is journos

and obsessed Sebastian Kent fans offering their theory.

So what's the official theory?

- I wish I had something solid. - Nothing concrete? Had to.

He had some enemies, Ngaire Green, local lady.

They've been involved in a pretty public war of words

over a property development.

And who is Ngaire Green when she's at home?

Well, she is a sculptor.

We've been over and over her movements.

A sculptor hiding a body in a sculpture. Bit obvious.

And Ngaire's only one of a dozen locals

who couldn't stand Sebastian.

The only person with anything nice to say was his researcher,

Adele.

She was away the night he disappeared,

but someone did this.

Put him right there in public view.

So you want fresh eyes on these two?

Oh, come on. You know you want to.

You had me at macabre.

Check this out.

Ugh! People were walking past

a dead body for a month?

Creepy. - Yep.

The council's got no record of it being installed,

and they've talked to all the local sculptors.

God. Who's that? Go away.

- Bloody people. - No, no, no. Answer it.

Madison, the only person I can tolerate at this time of night

is en France eating cereal.

Aw, it's almost like you're missing me, Alexa.

It's okay. I'll be back before you know it.

Now, answer it. It's Beth.

Come on. She'll think you're out.

Oh, you're right. She is home. Hi, I'm Beth.

She's here to help.

- Help who? - You.

So that you don't keep calling Madison

in the middle of the night.

What?!

You didn't say she was scary.

She's not. Most of the time she's not.

Hang on. You work for Harry.

Sat next to Madison at the police station.

Actually, I'm-I'm in between posts.

Beth's a cryptologist.

- Navy intelligence. - Beth, Alexa's got a doozy.

A dead body found encased in a concrete sculpture.

Amazing. You don't get that out at sea.

Yeah. The only clues are traces of rat droppings

in the concrete, and--

This is very confidential information you're giving

to some stranger in my lobby.

She's not a stranger, she's my friend.

And, my security clearance is higher than hers.

- Sorry, Mads. - It's true. You're a star.

Oh, you're the star.

Yeah, we're all stars. Listen, I'm about to

wrap my head around a murder investigation.

I don't want to attend this

inter-gen affirmation party, alright?

Beth is here to help. - But I'm-I'm here to help.

When I want help, I'll ask for it.

Don't look at me like that.

Nothing on the body. So someone knew

how to kill him without leaving evidence.

Someone like his assistant who researches all his crime novels.

Madison filled me in on the rest of the details

after you kicked me out.

- Hi. Coffee? - No, she's not staying.

- No, I don't touch caffeine. - And she's not staying.

Oh, actually, I'll grab some of that, though, please.

Uh, Alexa's bread? Sure. Toasted?

Oh, fresh. Splash of olive oil.

- Okay. - Thanks. It looks amazing.

Madison tell you to say that?

No, I'm just huge fan of carbs.

Anyway, the assistant Adele, has just been named

as a beneficiary in Sebastian's wealth.

She's been ruled out by the police.

They like the sculptor. Here. You can see why.

"Left to feral nimbies..."

What's a nimby?

Not in my backyard.

People who oppose change.

Oh. Copy that.

NIMBY leader is Ngaire Green,

whose idealism is as simplistic as the handicraft

she hawks as art.

Ouch.

Sebastian Kent wrote that?

Yeah. And plenty others besides.

Hm. Oh. Thank you.

- Oh, my God. Shut up. - No, you shut up.

Look, Ngaire owns a sculpting studio.

Ngaire hated the victim.

All things point to Ngaire, except Harry and his team

can find no hard evidence.

Nothing concrete.

Ngaire wasn't the only one Sebastian gave a hard time to.

Check this out from eight months ago.

"An assault on our town's character, courtesy of

"billionaire Jack Sallinger, who plans to build himself

"a survival bunk with no concern for the impact

it will have on our area."

There's a doomsday prepper? Oh... we have to talk to him.

Harry already did.

He came forward because he'd had a drink with Sebastian before

he disappeared, and his prints were confirmed at the scene.

Well, if he's got a bunker, I want to see it.

I bet it's amazing. You know, I've never understood why people

with obscene fortunes don't do good for the world

instead of gratifying their egos

with things like survival bunkers.

Well, if I had the money, I totally get a bunker.

- What on earth for? - Zombie apocalypse.

You do know that zombies aren't real, don't you?

Wait. You don't have a survival plan?

Nope.

♪ Hey little darlin' ♪

Get this, Adele, worked for the victim, Sebastian,

for 12 years, so I reckon that--

I assume that Madison told you that

I'm the one who does the talking.

Copy that.

Sebastian was very particular

about everything having its place.

His wardrobe's color-coded, books alphabetized.

Well, some people colour code their books, too.

I mean, it's a tough decision, right?

Alphabetical or colour coded because you can't choose...

both.

I keep expecting him just to walk in

and ask me about a password.

How to buy capsules for the coffee machine.

So you were his assistant for a long time?

Over 12 years.

Well, you must have been close

for him to leave you this nice house.

We were close, but not like that.

I had no idea.

That was Sebastian. He loved to surprise us.

Still, a house is next level, isn't it?

You can't think that I was involved.

Police said they couldn't confirm your alibi

on the night he disappeared.

And you said you were in Auckland.

They spoke to the Airbnb owners

and confirmed that's where I stayed.

I was at a concert, but I was on my own, so I can't prove it.

Do you often go to concerts alone?

I can't find anyone who enjoys the same music. Yes.

The ticket was actually a gift from Sebastian.

- It's generous. - Really?

Look, I know that the police still don't have

any strong leads, so I've made a list.

All of the people he's ever fallen out with.

Anyone who might want to hurt him.

This is helpful... and meticulous.

No Ngaire Green.

Didn't she and Sebastian have a feud going?

Well, yes. But Ngaire Green is a tree-hugging vegan.

She couldn't murder a mosquito, let alone a man.

I wouldn't bother with Ngaire if I were you.

We love your work, Ngaire.

I am big on reclaimed materials. You know, repurposing.

Uh, which gallery did you say you were from again?

Uh, Trumans.

Ah, yeah, we're new. We just opened.

Yeah. Hey, I heard about that writer.

That must've been hard on the arts community.

Oh, it was, but, um...

we're all a bit sick of talking about it, to be honest.

Really? Would've thought

you'd be dining out on that for years.

I mean, famous author, dead inside a statue.

That's pretty juicy.

Where did you hear that?

Where'd we hear that?

- Oh, um... - Yeah. Down the village.

Mrs. Have a chat.

Okay. Why don't you tell me what you're really doing here?

What are you, a reporter?

Police consultant.

And this is Beth.

Well, I don't really know what Beth does.

- I just found her actually. - God!

I'm so sick of being questioned.

Yes, I thought Sebastian was an arrogant pig.

No, I didn't kill him.

But if you had, last place you'd hide him

is in a statue, am I right?

Exactly.

So, in your expert opinion,

why did that thing fall apart at the first fall of rain?

Well, when you work with concrete, you have to make sure

that the shape inside is solid.

If you skimp on the coating, it leads to thin concrete,

which can easily crack.

- Are we done here? - One more thing.

What size space would you need

to produce a piece of rubbish like that?

A space about this size.

You could do it in a bloody garage.

Look, Sebastian was a, a vile, two faced jerk.

Is the world better off without him? Yes.

Would I risk everything to get rid of him?

No way in hell.

Thank you.

What a lovely spot to hide a body.

Our peace-loving vegan sure is carrying a lot of rage.

Question is, did she let it get the better of her.

Or there's, um...

an obsessed fan who stalked Sebastian for a year.

The reviewer who he sued.

A local butcher he slandered.

Harry already ruled out the stalker.

So did Adele put herself on that list?

You reckon she's dodgy?

Ah, she seemed awfully keen to move us past your lack of alibi.

Maybe she's just desperate to help.

I think she takes a lot of pride in being clever.

Our killer thinks they're clever, too.

How do you know?

The crime is hidden in plain view?

And yet they weren't clever enough to consider that

all that heavy rain would make the statue unstable.

How did they even get it up here?

They'd have to be pretty strong.

A bunch of local Sebastian haters did it together.

I mean, there are a lot of people on this list.

Including the crypto billionaire?

The doomsday prepper.

No, he's not.

That's a shame.

Hey, Beth. How's it going down there?

Oh, yeah, it's going great.

She's letting me talk to some locals.

Ah. She's getting rid of you for a bit.

No, I'm being useful.

I've spoken to a butcher, a real estate agent,

and a florist.

But I just really wanted to meet the prepper.

There's a prepper?

- Well, now I'm jealous. - Yeah.

Did you know that Alexa doesn't have

a zombie apocalypse survival plan?

I'd-I'd let that go if I were you.

Yes, but I would appreciate it if you could tell me

when Mr. Sallinger might be back.

He's out of the country,

and I'm not privy to his travel plans.

Righto.

Thank you.

Excuse me!

This is private property. How did you even get in?

Do I need to call the police?

I'm actually with the police.

I've just come to talk to Mr. Sallinger

about a recent case.

He's not here.

Alright, well, I can get out of your hair

if you just tell me when he's going to be back.

I have no idea.

Okay.

You know, you blink rate goes up when you're lying.

Okay, Adele. What exactly are you selling?

- Gidday. - Hey. How was the prepper?

Not home. What you doing?

Okay, so it turns out Adele made nine grand

selling Sebastian Kent memorabilia.

- Mm. - Oh...

- What's this? - Oh.

I always bring a packed lunch,

but I thought it was going to be awkward

eating in front of you, so, I made you one, too.

If you don't want it, you don't have to have it.

No, no, no. I think I love it.

It's just a bit weird. You're kind of like my Gen Z grandma.

Nine grand selling signed manuscripts on eBay

using the vendor name CrimeBabeAdele.

But she could have been selling on his behalf.

Nah, I doubt it.

He's a rich cheapskate, and she's the doormat

who made his life run.

So she forged his autograph and flipped his manuscripts

for some extra cash?

Well done, Beth. I think I'm glad I brought you along.

Madison actually gave me some pointers on remotely accessing--

- I'm talking about this. - Oh. Right.

So Adele is hawking Sebastian memorabilia

and doing quite well out of it.

Mm-mm.

What about recently?

Getting better prices now, I reckon.

Because you know how to make an artist's work more valuable?

You kill him.

Adele?

- Adele. - Oh.

I'm just heading to an exercise class,

but I could give you five minutes.

I can see that you take your workout seriously.

I've been doing a transformational program

for the last six months.

According to eBay, you've been transforming your finances too.

I needed to make ends meet.

By selling your boss's stuff.

Sebastian was so stingy,

he hadn't given me a pay rise in six years, he owed

Adele, you said he was generous.

A concert ticket. One ticket.

I couldn't have taken a friend even if I had one.

And do you know what he said to me the last time

I asked him for a pay rise?

I'm guessing no.

He said I should be grateful that he'd employed me

all these years, that I would never find a better situation.

Ahh, so that justified selling the signed manuscripts.

I wasted a third of my life in service to his career.

I was planning on leaving.

I didn't get the chance.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.

Thank you.

Who goes to an exercise class in hiking boots?

Want to guess who she's waiting for?

Well, they both had reasons to want him gone.

It makes sense they'd be working together.

But why come back now?

Checking they didn't leave any evidence.

Or planning to plant some.

Or just remorse.

Adele was out of town the night that Sebastian disappeared,

and Ngaire, according to Harry, was at the studio working.

But what if they tagged teamed?

Like, Ngaire did the murder and Adele came back

later to move the body, I mean, that way

they would never be seen together.

- That is brilliantly sneaky. - Yeah.

Find out how long this two have been friends.

Copy.

Hello.

Mm-mm.

Oh, that sounds amazing. Yeah, I'd love to. Umm...

Okay. See you soon.

Our crypto billionaire heard I'm looking for him.

I appreciate you meeting me here.

I like to avoid prying eyes.

Oh, yeah. Local NIMBYs got you in their sights?

- Ugh! - Wow!

You wouldn't believe some of the stuff

I've heard Jack Salinger gets up to.

Though I gather that you managed to win over

one of the local detractors.

Sebastian Kent.

Yeah.

Yeah, we, ah, we had a rocky start

but once we met, we were fine.

I just, I-I hope that him supporting my building plans

didn't have anything to do with what happened, you know?

Well, why would that get him killed?

Uh, because some of these people are nuts.

There's a reason I got CCTV running 24/7.

I gave the police a copy of the last month's tapes

in case there was anything helpful.

Was there any particular nutter giving him problems?

Ngaire Green is the obvious candidate,

but you'll already know that.

Look, I get why Sebastian got up people's noses.

He had a sharp tongue, but he was a friend to me.

He even helped me with my novel.

So not content to be a cryptocurrency mogul,

he writes and he paints too.

That is beautiful. I can't get over it.

Is there anything you can't do?

Yes. Yes. Get the local council to approve my building plans.

You'd think in this day and age, people would respect

your concern for climate catastrophe.

Right? I'm investing in the future of the human race.

You want people like me around to rebuild.

Well, if you don't mind my saying,

this place is absolutely spectacular.

May I have a tour?

Well, I don't mind at all. And yes, you may.

I needed a big chunk of land to sustain a vertical garden,

but I made the mistake of clearing native bush.

- Uh-oh. - Yeah.

And then Ngaire Green, she got it in her head

that construction would affect land stability,

and now she's hell bent on blocking whatever I want to do.

- Mm, that sounds about right. - Check this out.

Thank you.

So, no bunker?

Ah, everything's postponed.

But it looks like you're underway.

You see the, uh, archery range over there?

They can't stop my survival training.

And so far, I'm good at almost hitting trees.

You think of everything.

I do.

Look, I-I got a call with Tokyo,

but, uh, why don't you come back tomorrow?

I'll take you up to where the helipad will be.

Sure, I'd love that.

Me too.

- Hello again. - Alexa. Hello.

Why didn't you tell me that you and Ngaire were best buds?

We kept it a secret because Sebastian hated her.

So Sebastian was allowed to control

who you were friends with?

Not exactly.

There was a history with he and Ngaire.

Oh, I thought I was getting a rejected lover vibe from her.

So what happened?

Jack Salinger.

- Interesting fellow. - Interesting?

He is an up himself idiot.

Somehow Jack and Sebastian became drinking buddies.

And then suddenly, Sebastian was

publicly supporting his building plans.

All of it. And Ngaire was devastated.

- Right. - So she dumped him.

Well, how did Sebastian feel about that? Was he upset? Angry.

More interested in boasting that Jack had offered him

a place in the bunker when it was built.

Jack Salinger loves surrounding himself with famous people.

It feeds his ridiculous ego.

So what did Sebastian see in him?

Everyone has a price.

The dollar signs are big enough, we all forget our ethics.

So Adele and Ngaire remained friends, but on the down low.

They didn't wanna upset poor sensitive Sebastian.

But if Adele wanted to kill him,

well, surely there's easier ways, right?

I mean, she had access to his schedule,

to his food, to his drink.

I mean why go to all the palaver of putting him in a statue?

- Harry, Beth. Beth, Harry. - Hi.

Hey.

What you got for me?

Nothing. I just wanted to see the new girl.

Madison speaks very highly of you.

Oh, I love her.

Ah, we met in Stardew Valley.

Can't say I've I'd heard of it.

Wait. You met on a game?

Mm-hmm.

Have you ever met her in real life?

Not yet, but Madison is iconic.

Okay, watch out. It's hot.

So the sculptor. Anything I missed?

Our billionaire prepper thinks she's mad enough to do it.

Oh, so you've met old mate Jack Salinger?

- Mm. - What'd you think?

Terrible painter thinks he's great,

but he is building a ventilation system

that he didn't want me anywhere near.

Ventilation. The number one pre-req for a survival bunker.

The bunker he can't get permission to build, so--

Ohh, maybe he's building an underground rat breeding lab.

Rats are ideal micro livestock in apocalyptic times.

Well, I suppose if they're bred properly,

they could be a good source of protein.

Exactly.

Well, he may not have his bunker,

but he's definitely hiding something.

Why would a guy with all that power and cash

risk it all by killing someone?

Boredom, revenge.

Notoriety. Fun.

- Bread and butter. - Alright.

Well, the last thing we want is an angry billionaire

making our lives difficult.

In other words, I can't piss him off.

But that's why I've got you. Right, Alexa?

Oh, don't worry.

Jack Salinger thinks I'm lovely.

Okay. So this is around 8:30.

It fits the story Jack told Harry.

Went to Sebastian's place. Had a drink.

Came home early, parked in his garage.

Well, maybe he's telling the truth.

I'll soon find out.

Well, I should come.

I mean, you're not really down

with the whole doomsday prepping thing.

Well, that's because I'm not a lunatic

obsessed with the end of the world.

Yeah, but I bet you've got a basic survival kit.

I may have a torch around here somewhere.

You'll need to put this on.

Well, lucky I spent all that time doing my hair this morning.

- Woo-hoo! - You've done this before.

Never like this.

Where are you taking me?

You'll find out.

I can't believe this is all yours.

Ain't seen nothing yet.

Woo-hoo!

- Woo! Ha. - Oh, wow.

Well, congratulations on buying

the most spectacular view in the area.

Thanks.

Well, the helipad's a work in progress,

obviously, but I'm up there all the time.

We can't do much until the permit comes through.

Must be so frustrating to have

all this resistance to your vision.

Visionaries always have to endure mockery

from those without ideas of their own.

Right.

Sebastian got it.

He was clever.

One of the scariest things I've ever done was, uh...

ask him to look at my novel.

Let me guess. Cyber thriller.

No. Hardboiled crime.

Didn't even take me that long.

Sebastian said it showed a lot of promise,

which is high praise coming from him.

Well, I'm looking forward to reading it when it's published.

I'll send you a signed copy.

So what's the plan with these NIMBYs?

Well, everybody wants something.

So everyone has their price.

You ever met anyone who didn't?

Yeah. Me.

Mm-hmm.

I will pay you... anything...

for that bread recipe.

Well, how about I just give it to you?

Well, you're gonna need bread baking skills

down in that bunker.

Oh, you keep that up, I'm gonna think

you're angling for a place down there with me.

Guess who hasn't appealed for the decision

on his bunker plans for over a year?

So he already has a bunker and screwed the permit.

Mm-hmm, and if he does it on the down low,

the locals can't do a thing.

And the cops can't search a place they don't know exists.

I always say the best murder site

is one that no one knows is there.

Sebastian was offered a place in Jack's bunker.

The bunker that hadn't been built yet.

Well, I suppose he thought he'd win the battle to build.

So when Sebastian went up there, did he say anything about it?

Did he notice anything?

I mean show off's gotta show off, right?

You think he was already building?

Yeah, maybe.

Ah, Seb didn't mention anything. Sorry.

I thought you said that he was fastidious

about the way he ordered his books.

About everything. Why?

This book, it's upside down.

Oh, my God.

Ngaio Marsh.

All the other books are alphabetized by surname.

Why is this in with the ends?

How did I not notice that?

I mean, I've been in and out of here pottering about.

What's this?

It-it turned up anonymously

in a gift box a while back.

Sebastian was convinced

it was a peace offering from Ngaire.

And was it?

I don't like to cast aspersions.

For God's sake, Adele,

this book of all books was left out of place.

That's not a coincidence.

- A message from the grave. - Okay.

So on the night he died,

Sebastian was in here drinking with Jack.

And at some point, he was drugged.

And he starts to feel that something's wrong.

So he staggers in here, and he's desperately trying to

find the book clue for you, Adele.

But the killer notices, and they pick it up.

And before they drag Sebastian away they put it back.

Only they put it back in the wrong place.

Leaving a clue without even knowing it.

Right.

Telling me that it was Ngaire.

I'm actually working if you don't mind.

Did you give Sebastian this book?

So what if I did?

Better than a flaming poo in a box, isn't it?

What about this?

It's Latin.

A rich man is either a knave or the heir of a knave.

And a knave is another name for a jack in the deck of cards.

So what is this?

A warning to stay away from Salinger.

It's a shame Sebastian ignored it.

Still, they deserved each other, entitled egomaniacs.

Now, if you don't mind.

Adele's story pans out.

Nah. If Ngaire did it, it'd be in a rage.

A messy crime of passion, not meticulously planned out.

Meticulous planning points to Adele.

Okay. So we have an email from Adele to Sebastian.

"Should I reject Salinger's manuscript, too?"

And Sebastian's reply, "I would never do that to you.

It's hours of your life. You'll never get back."

Wait. I thought you said Sebastian liked Jack's novel.

No, Jack said Sebastian liked it.

Mind you, according to Jack,

I also fancy the pants off him, so...

Oh.

You know this book, Ngaire's warning to Sebastian

is all about a millionaire trying to build a mansion.

Really?

So is the warning from the grave

about Ngaire...

or Jack?

The knave.

I think we take a trip out there tomorrow,

see if there's a bunker or not.

We?

Wear something comfortable.

Yes!

Beth, you still breathing?

Flashbacks to maybe training drills, but I'm okay.

Okay.

I've accessed the security system and jammed the CCTV.

No one will notice the same footage on loop for an hour.

Atta girl.

Alexa, I've been looking forward to this.

- Ah, me too. - Come on in.

Now, this is the important bit.

This is your Sourdough starter.

And you've got to think of it like a pet bacteria

that you have to feed to keep it alive.

I've even named her for you.

This is Martha after Martha Stewart.

The ex-felon. What are you implying?

Well, if you had spent all your millions saving the world,

I would have called it Gandhi.

Hey, I do my bit.

Oh, I know you do.

Anyway, Martha ought to expand to twice her size.

You've just gotta feed her every eight hours.

A little bit of flour, maybe a little bit of water,

and, uh, that's about it.

So now, we wait.

Well, what do we do while we wait?

I mean, I-I'd have lunch made,

but, uh, I give the staff weekends off.

- You do value your privacy. - Exactly.

I mean, what if I wanna

you know, invite someone over on a date?

Or plan a murder?

I don't know which I should be more afraid of.

The latter, obviously.

Ah, this is from my own vineyard.

A vintner now.

Why am I not surprised?

Sorry. I need to take this.

Yeah, of course.

Yes.

Yeah. No. Great, great. Let's talk tomorrow.

You're not leaving.

I'm sorry. I just realized the time.

But, look, leave Martha out and feed her tonight

and I'll be back to check in the morning.

W-was it the wine?

No, I know it wasn't the wine.

I know it was my company.

Both were perfect. See you tomorrow.

Beth?

The CCTV is now reactivated.

There is no evidence that I was ever here.

Excellent.

So our Jack of all trades

has got himself a bunker after all.

Mm-hmm.

An underground bunker is the perfect place

to stage a murder.

Now is there any way

that Jack Salinger would be stupid enough

to write about suffocating someone in a statue

and then actually do it in order to prove a point to Sebastian?

- That's stupid. - Okay, so then why?

Boredom. Fun. Notoriety.

That would be.

Ludicrous.

"An impenetrable plot.

"The twist at the end of this chapter is more commonly

seen in the work of oversexed high school students."

Whoa! Harsh.

That's Sebastian's feedback.

I had a history teacher that used to mark essays like that,

but, I mean, that was a teacher, not a friend.

- Can you imagine a friend-- - I know what happened.

Oh, my. How she's grown.

I experimented with rye flour due to its high amylase.

As you can see, the results are impressive.

Well, you're an expert after only one lesson.

That's not intimidating at all.

So now that you know all my secrets,

won't you tell me one of yours?

I noticed that your ventilation systems are working.

Jack, do you have a bunker already?

Once a cop, always a cop, huh?

Oh, come on. I won't tell anyone, obviously.

I just wanna see it.

I bet it's incredible.

Alright, you got me.

Uh...

It still needs some finishing touches.

But... Sebastien was impressed when I showed him.

Like you said, he was someone who respected big ideas.

Oh, my gosh. This place is incredible.

Well, this floor has, uh, has six rooms,

but ultimately it will be another 20 rooms.

For your special guests.

I wouldn't wanna be down here without good company?

No, indeed.

Ah, we also- we have a lockdown feature that secures the bunker

in case of attack or a significant weather event.

Here we are.

You and I locked away from the rest of the world.

Wow, isn't that fun?

Ah, next level up will be a swimming pool, rec centre.

Ah, level three is food storage

and the remaining floors, water filtration and med bay.

But they're just big concrete spaces at the moment.

Wow!

I bet that'd be a great place to murder someone.

That's-that's, that's pretty dark, Alexa.

Suffocating someone in a statue.

I mean, it doesn't get much darker.

What are you talking about?

You killed Sebastian.

Oh, I didn't-I didn't take you for a crazy.

Well, that was your first mistake.

I believe you drugged Sebastian

during one of your wine club sessions at his house.

Oh.

After you made the mistake

of putting the book away in the wrong place,

you lead Sebastian out to your car.

Covered him up, so there was no evidence on your CCTV

of him arriving here,

and you could confidently hand over the footage to the police.

Once he was inside the bunker, no one would ever find him

because no one knows this place exists.

You encased him in concrete.

And you watched him set...

then painted it with rust paint

to seal it and disguise it as a sculpture.

Then you drove to the site in the middle of the night.

No one was around, and besides, people were used to seeing you

shipping materials back and forth.

You'd been doing it for months.

You knew a sculpture would put Ngaire in the frame

if the body was ever found.

But that was just insurance.

You placed your masterpiece on public display.

But then the flood.

Oh, you must have been furious when the statue dislodged.

I mean, it could have survived,

but God, it was just so poorly made.

I mean, what did you do?

Watch a YouTube video on how to make a sculpture?

Ah, this is ludicrous.

I mean, this is laughable.

Like the plot of your novel.

Isn't that what Sebastian said?

Ludicrous. Yeah. Ludicrous.

But you showed him.

I mean, really,

you showed him, didn't you?

It was almost the perfect murder. Mm-hmm.

And it was a just punishment

for someone who would criticize your work.

You're an idiot if you think

anybody will believe any of this.

I'm not amazing at everything like you, Jack,

but I'm pretty good at putting together a case.

You've got conjecture,

and I've got an army of lawyers who will destroy you.

I'm sure the cops, when they enter this bunker

that they don't know exists,

will find all the evidence they need.

If you really think I'm a murderer,

why did you come down here?

You're in a prison no one knows about.

I have this new friend, well, associate Beth.

She follows me around everywhere. I cannot shake her.

- She's upstairs as we speak. - Great.

Well, she can tell them where to pick up your body, then.

Jack.

Jack...

you asked me this week.

What's my price?

To make this go away.

Well, you know, I can give you anything you want.

Just name it.

I kind of want you to spend your entire fortune

on a global marine sanctuary.

But as we've discovered...

I'm crazy.

Oh, good. She got the Sourdough starter.

Okay. Let's move on in.

Good luck getting him out of there.

Always up for a challenge.

Here. You drive.

- Me? - You.

Ugh!

If this is what you based your survival plan on,

you might wanna reassess.

It's okay, Chowder. They only eat people.

- Oh, hey. - Hey.

We're just watching a zombie movie.

It's so implausible.

- I don't know where to start. - Wait.

You got Alexa to watch a zombie movie?

- How did you do that? - I called it research.

I'm indulging her because she comes highly recommended.

You wanna watch this with us, Mads?

Yeah. Go on.

Oh, this is a good one. Nice choice.

Oh, thank you.

Ah!