All language subtitles for murder.s01e03

And the entrepreneur
of the year is Roger Simms!

Thanks.
Thank you.

Oh, man.
Thank you.

Thank you, MB Monthly,

for hosting
this, uh, incredible event.

I'm... I'm so humbled
to be here.

I, um...

I want to dedicate this award
to Hugh Miller.

He was a close friend
and, uh...

and a trusted colleague
for over 10 years.

In fact,
if it wasn't for Hugh,

I wouldn't be standing here
holding this award tonight.

Wish we could have
celebrated it together.

So thanks again,
and, uh, have a great night.

Thank you.

♪ Your head is shaking ♪

♪ Your mouth is frowning ♪

♪ Your tongue's a-waggin' ♪

♪ All over town and ♪

♪ Your eyes are judgin' ♪

♪ Your elbow's nudgin' ♪

♪ All the poison
that you spread ♪

♪ With each nasty word
you said ♪

♪ Stay out of my business ♪

♪ Out of my business ♪

♪ Stay out of my business ♪

♪ Out of my business ♪

♪ Stay out of my business,
leave it alone ♪

♪ The only business you've got
is your own ♪

Ah, I see you're serving
yourself now, are you?

Well, you weren't here.
What am I supposed to do?

Ah, wait?
I was gone for 30 seconds.

There you go.

Six loaves of sourdough,

and I threw in some
olive herby ones as well.

Mmm, still warm.

Straight from the oven
to you, Georgeous.

Coffee tastes
a bit like dirt, but...

Patience.

I'll make you a fresh one,
all right?

I'll grab the rest.

Yeah, you do that.

Be nice.

I mean it, Alexa.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Cyclists are good trade.

Are you listening?

I'm watching you.

Not a fan?

- What's wrong with it?
- Didn't taste any good.

- How do you know?
- What?

Well, you didn't have
any of it.

Oh, well, I did.
I had a small bite.

Where?

There.

- What's your name again?
- Dan.

Dan.

Thing is, Dan,
you're a liar.

- Excuse me?
- The unworn kit, the fake Rolex.

You know,
these are very nice touches

but a bit of a giveaway that
you're feeling a tad insecure.

Now, did you order that toast
before you realized

that your high-flying friends
only ever order coffee?

'Cause that would mean
that the problem is not

with the quality
of the bread.

It's with your
unresolved high school issues.

You should give me
a call sometime.

Get a drink.

All right, that's it.
Out.

Yeah, ta-ta.
Nice to know ya.

Some people!

- What'd you do?
- Nothing.

Why is he outside?

'Cause he was rude
about my bread.

- Oh, yikes, got to go.
- This is my café.

Not yours, mine.

Hello?
Grandparents.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

15 minutes?
More like 45.

Yeah, commuting around
this city...

You forgot again.

- Just admit it.
- Yeah, I forgot.

Your time management
is shocking.

Oh, you know what's shocking,
Kieran?

You're still giving me shit
about my time management.

You're relentless.
And you love it.

Yeah.

So, you good?

Yeah.
Been busy, but good.

Family's good.

All is good.

That's three "goods."
You're overselling.

- No, I'm not.
- Yeah, you are.

- You and Pip all right?
- There's a case.

- Oh, no, Kieran!
- No, give me a minute.

Give me a minute.

A month ago,
eight cyclists set out

on their Saturday morning ride.

Early. No traffic.
Had the road to themselves.

Where's Hughie?

Oh, here he is.

All of them made it
to the top,

but only seven made it back
to the finish point alive.

Hughie?

Hugh!

Hugh!

Hugh?

After retracing their route,

the riders found their friend
dead on the ground.

Hugh?

Call an ambulance.

- Who was he?
- Hugh Miller.

CFO of the Oriah Group.

Hospitality empire.
Very clean.

He had a wife and two kids.

- Oh.
- Eight and six.

Same age as yours.

All the cyclists' alibis
checked out.

They said they were all riding
down the hill together.

Plus they were backed up by
this cycling app they all use,

which confirmed
that no one stopped

before finding the victim.

Coroner found
it was heart attack

leading to blunt force trauma.

Case closed, nothing to
see here, death by misadventure.

But you don't think so?

I'd look at the victim's boss,
Roger Simms.

Oriah Group CEO.

He started the cycling group.

He's known and worked
with the victim for years.

I've known and worked with you
for years.

Spooky.

So why aren't you
investigating this?

Coroner's closed the book.
We're out.

There's a key in this,
something we're missing.

- I'm a very busy woman.
- Ha! Yeah.

Don't bullshit a bullshitter.

I'm gonna be honest
with you, Kieran.

You had me at "cyclist."

- Ta-ta!
- See ya.

Thanks, man.
Thank you.

Actually,
when my dad passed away,

people told me
I couldn't do it.

I've got 40 venues open,
and now this?

I guess I proved them wrong,
right?

Actually, 41 venues.

Yeah, 'cause Oriah's
mid renovation

on the old Mannix Hotel.

That was a passion project
of Hugh's.

So watch this space. 'Cause I'm
gonna make it happen.

For Hugh.

Hey.

What are you up to?

Baking bread.

Hello?
What do you want?

Look, I know you're working
on another case.

- I'm not.
- I know you are.

Just cut me in?

Hello?

Listen, this whole
master-apprentice thing,

it's just not working for me.

Yes, it is.

No.
Sorry.

Got to go.

You hung up on me.

In case you missed it the first
time, I'm a very busy woman.

I can see that.

Baking bread.

Wait, is...
is that the victim?

- I don't need your help.
- No, wrong. You do.

Look, I don't know if
your husband ever told you this,

but I want to be
a detective one day.

Don't care.

You're a great mentor.

And I'm good.

Did Kieran tell you
about this case?

No!

I've watched him leave
for various appointments,

but today I saw him leave
with a case file folder,

which is unusual.

So I searched the server
to find out what he printed.

The case at hand.

Who else could that be for?

Look, I told you, I'm good.

And I have a massive work crush
on Kieran.

There, I said it.

Wait, you smiled.
What does that mean?

Listen, there's just one thing
you can do for me.

Name it.

I need you to go
back to the office.

- Yep.
- Fire up your computer.

- Okay.
- That's it, really.

Sorry?

Go back to work!

I'm still here!

I'll talk to you soon, then.

Ooh, that is quite the sight,
isn't it?

Got to love a man in Lycra,
right?

Excuse me,
they're not just men.

- They're athletes.
- Oh.

Want a drink?

Yes, soda and lime.
Thanks.

Anna.
Soda and lime, thanks.

Have I seen you somewhere?
Like TV, or...?

Mm...

Oh, no!
MB Monthly.

Yeah, you're part of that
little high-flying riding crew.

CFOs, CEOs, C-U-Next-Tuesday.

Yeah, you got me.

Which are you?

CEO.
Of this company.

Oh, fancy.

Roger.
Roger Simms.

Alexa.

Just Alexa.

So, businessmen swap plaid
for Lycra

and $10,000 golf clubs
for $20,000 bikes.

- Got a question.
- Mm.

Do you have to have a penis
to ride with your crew?

You've just got to keep up.

Don't have to be a "C" acronym
of some kind?

No. There's always room
for an exception, but...

Oh, that's good.

- Reckon you could keep up?
- That's condescending.

- Have you got a bike?
- Yeah.

Come ride with us Saturday.

8:00 a.m. at the loop.

Rog!

Hey, I was really sorry
to hear about what happened.

I read that one of
your riding crew died.

- Must have been horrible.
- Yeah.

Yeah, it was, yeah.

Anyway, see you Saturday,
yeah?

Okay.

Find me something I don't know
about Roger Simms,

CEO of Oriah Group.

Oh, so now you want my help.
Interesting.

Yep.
Soon as you can, please.

Oh, so you think
this Roger guy is guilty?

Oh.

Alexa.

Dawn.

Oh.
You cycle now?

- Apparently.
- Great.

Great.

Um, we're still hearing a lot
of noise from your apartment.

- It's not me.
- I am a lawyer, so...

Yeah, I think you might have
mentioned that once or twice.

Mm, well, we can discuss it at
the strata meeting on Thursday.

You coming?

I did get that note
under my door.

- Well...
- Night!

First up the mountain!
Still got the K.O.M.!

Ha ha!

Did you get a flat
along the way, mate?

Take your time, boys.

Hey, where's Hughie?

Here he is.

Deep breaths, big boy.

Make your mama proud.

You right?

Ha!

We're gonna have to establish
some boundaries.

You're an insomniac.
Normal rules don't apply.

- Yes, they do.
- You still picked up.

So, get this...

Before Roger's father
made him CEO of Oriah,

he put a clause
in Roger's contract

stating that
both Roger and Hugh

had to sign off
on every new property.

So Dad didn't trust
little Rog.

What about the contract
on the place he's renovating?

Oh, dead end.
Both signatures are on it.

You called me
about a dead end?

Did you look at the cycling app?
I sent you a link.

Um...

Yep.
Just a sec.

Oh.

Oh, you're nerding out hard
on this one.

I'm not gonna lie.
I am way into this app.

So each bike rider
has a GPS tracker

that records
their riding movements.

The app links to this website,
so if you have a log in,

you can look through anyone's
ride history at any time.

Oh, that's not creepy
at all.

Ah, click "play,"
top right corner of the map.

You can watch the digital
recording of the ride.

Ohh!

Would you look at that.

How did
you get access to this?

I made a fake account,
and I followed the cyclists.

Look, what can I say?
You need me.

Ah, the dead guy is blue.

Okay,
and which one's Roger?

Ah, green.

Okay, so if the murder happened
at roughly 5:40 a.m.,

then we've got five people
in a group at the front

and a group of two
at the back,

one being Roger
and one being...

...Iman Abarr.

Well, welcome to
the investigation, Mr. Abarr.

Am I the queen of data
or what?

Hi, fellas.

- Morning.
- Certainly is.

Alexa, this is Jimmy, Rocket,
Bob, Bill, Andy, and Iman.

Pleased to know you.

- You too.
- That's a nice kit.

- Yeah.
- Want a head start?

Very gallant, Mr. Simms.
No.

♪ Ohh, hey, hey ♪

♪ Mr. La Di Da Di ♪

♪ Money is all that you got ♪

♪ I got my friends and fam ♪

♪ The only currency
I understand ♪

♪ God damn ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Mr. La Di Da Di ♪

♪ Money is all that you got ♪

♪ In a world full of greed ♪

♪ Music is everything
that I need ♪

♪ Ooh na-na-na oh ♪

♪ I just want to
live my life ♪

You want to race
the next segment,

see who reaches
the top first?

- Yeah, you're on.
- Yeah?

Let's go, boys!

Oh, my God!

He's a maniac!

Endless energy.

How long you guys
been riding together?

- Oh, you know, a little while.
- It's a cool crew.

Yeah.

Hey, is this where
your friend died?

Whoa.

Someone's missing him.

Yeah, we all do.

Who leaves the flowers?

I don't know.
Family, I guess.

Must have been horrible.

Yeah, it was.

Yeah.

Race you up, eh?

How are the legs?

Burning.

Yeah, we can hold off
riding back.

- Let you catch your breath.
- No, I'm exhilarated.

Interesting spot for a chat.

Oh, my God, nailed sourdough.

Iman Abarr.

CEO of Iman International Foods.

Turns out dry goods
aren't the only thing

Iman's been selling Roger.

Roger's new property?

The Oriah Group bought it
from Iman's company.

I sent you
the original listing.

Very good.

Okay,
something's bugging me.

Look at these pics.

Before and after.
What's the difference?

Well, he's dead in that one.

Walk and talk.

I looked at Roger's ride history
on that app.

See, he's always out front
on the descent.

But not the day
that Hugh Miller died. Why?

What, am I supposed to know?

Well, you want to be
a detective, don't you?

- Hey!
- Hey.

Hey, whoa, wait a minute.

They didn't like
the olive bread?

Talking about?
It's just a crumb.

This is not a crumb.

This is more than half a piece.
They don't like it?

Relax, would you?
One person left the bread.

That you're telling about.
How many really?

Listen, you need to stop being
so defensive about your bread.

Not defensive.
Perfectionist.

- Ah, obsessive, actually.
- Where are you going?

- You work with her?
- Yeah, sort of.

Yeah, that must be fun.

Oh, hello.

Ah, can I speak
to Iman Abarr, please?

Can we talk about this
another time, though?

It's excellent work.
Thank you so much.

- Thank you, bye.
- Excellent, thank you, yeah.

You right, mate?
What was that text about?

- Who's Alexa?
- Why?

She rang me.

Ordered a whole bunch of food.
Couple hundred bucks' worth.

- Yeah?
- Did you tell her what I do?

- No.
- No, neither did I.

All right. Relax, mate.
Get a massage.

Why'd you ask her
to ride with us?

Just being friendly.

She's asking questions
about Hugh.

Mate, it was on the news.

You want my advice?
Lemon balm and theanine...

Quit with the hippie shit.
If I go down, we go down.

You are jumping at shadows.

Seriously,
this is not a problem.

Iman, look at this place.

It's gonna be epic.

So is she gonna be riding
with us from now on, is she?

If I want her to.

Got you something.

$59.95?
For socks?!

Yeah. Well, they'll wick the
sweat and stay in position.

All the pros wear them.

Oh, you take perfectionist
to a whole other level.

Oh, you got to.

You know, I was reading
the cycling rules,

and apparently
the crotch region

should never be worn-out
or see-through,

and I'm just saying
that a number of your guys

might be seriously
in breach of that.

Maybe you could buy them
some pants.

As for the rule
about shaving...

Well, you've got to
shave your guns.

You shave your legs,
don't you?

Well, only when I want to, and
that is very seldom, actually.

I want to show you something.

Ooh, this is a great space.

- Bougainvillea's a nice touch.
- You like it?

People either love it
or hate it.

I reckon they're great,
you know?

Vigorous,
resilient little shit.

It'll climb up anything
it can latch onto.

When I saw this garden,
I knew I had to have the place.

Yeah, I can see why.

How long
you been renovating?

Not long. About a month.
Work fast, you know?

Well, some would say too fast.

Be honest. If I'd asked you,
you would have said no.

Look, it's just not
a really good time for me.

Yeah.

I heard about your husband,
Gary.

You did?

And I know
you've got to investigate me

'cause of
what happened to Hugh.

You're a resourceful man,
Roger.

Well, I've got nothing
to hide.

I was gutted when he died,
and I still am.

Please.

Alexa.
Alexa!

8:00?
The strata committee meeting.

Yep.
Got the memo.

You know, I heard it again
last night. The noise.

Oh, that's so weird.

The meeting's compulsory,
Alexa.

Noise will be on the agenda
at the strata meeting.

This is Madison Feliciano.

Please leave a message.

Call me.

You want noise on the agenda,
Dawn?

Here's some noise.

♪ Look at the sunrise ♪

♪ Look at it burn ♪

♪ I look into your eyes ♪

♪ Don't know where to turn ♪

♪ I'm gonna drift
into that void ♪

♪ I'm flying through space,
I'm an asteroid ♪

♪ I'm dancing that place
when you're paranoid ♪

♪ I'm thinking 'bout you ♪

♪ And nothing else ♪

♪ Think about you,
you think about me ♪

♪ Think about you,
counting the beat ♪

You?

Not on my bed!

Look, dude...

I'm gonna be honest with you.

I'm not in a position
to get in a relationship

with any thing at all
right now, okay?

- Come here.
- Hello?

Alexa?

Just a sec.

Don't tell
Madison. She doesn't like cats.

I was on a date
down the road.

It wasn't going well,

so I used your voice mail
as an excuse to leave.

You're like
the ultimate wingwoman.

Okay.

Ah, Michael,
a banker from the CBD.

He basically tried to Houdini me
by being the perfect date.

I know that feeling.

Then his ex-girlfriend calls,

and he crumples
in a heap in front of me.

It was like Dr. Phil
for a solid half hour.

- Ohh, you do have a cat.
- No, I don't.

I'm allergic.

Well, I guess you can stay
for a little while.

Ah, so you asked about
Roger's ride history before?

- Mm-hmm.
- How he always leads?

- Well, I've got a theory.
- Come on. Shoot.

All the riders
were involved.

Roger stays back just to check
that the dead guy crashes.

All the riders get to
the bottom of the hill,

and then they go back up
and finish the deed.

How did Roger know
that Hugh Miller

was gonna have a heart attack?

Not sure.

Ah, why'd you ring me?

I want you to do something
for me.

Oh, yeah.
Cool.

You're representing me
at 8:00 tonight.

It's not gonna be easy.

Oh, I'm up for it.

When I saw this garden,
I knew I had to have the place.

What are you up to, Roger?

Oh, it's you.

Good to see
I'm lighting up your evening.

- Who were you expecting?
- Madison. Take a number.

What's this?
You taking up horticulture now?

This is the real-estate
photo of the old pub

that Roger Simms bought
from one of his riding mates.

He's renovating it.

- Nice flowers.
- Yeah.

He says the garden is the main
reason that he bought the place.

Oh, yeah?

Not to make a shit ton of money?
How novel.

Tell me this... Why would you
buy a place for the garden,

then rip out the flowers?

How do you know
he ripped them out?

'Cause I was there
this afternoon.

Were you, now?

- Yes, he bought me champagne.
- Oh, well...

Otherwise it looks a lot like
the real-estate photos.

Except for
the empty flower bed.

What kind of flowers
are they?

Don't know.
I'm looking them up.

Do you think the circumstances
around Hugh Miller's death

might be more relevant
than a bunch of flowers?

I'm obsessive.
Leave me alone.

Bread machine
working okay now?

Yes, thank you.

I'm a bit worried
about my olive bread, but...

I think it's the salt.

Have you tried adding olives?

Well, that sense of humor
is really coming along.

Now, I don't want to be rude,
but why are you here?

Your boyfriend Roger
called the DPP.

Asked why
you were snooping around.

And you know this because...?

They asked me
if I knew anything.

I said it was all horseshit

and Roger must have
his wires crossed.

Oh, that's how he found out
about Gary.

Did he?

Yeah, Roger loves
a good power play.

Huh.
Well, that's a good sign.

Do you want a drink?

Sure. If you do.
Is it champagne?

No, I only drink champagne
with murderers.

Look at you dating, hey?
That's a positive.

Yeah, I told you.
I've been stepping out.

I'm a very busy woman.

So you reckon he did it?

Yep.

What about the GPS tracker

that says Roger wasn't there
when his mate died?

Well, that is a conundrum.
I'm working on it.

- Motive?
- I'm working on that too.

But as soon as I figure it out,
you'll be the first to know.

Na zdrowie.

♪ Give it up,
give it up, girl ♪

♪ Give it up,
give it up ♪

♪ You know
what's on my mind ♪

♪ Give it up,
give it up, girl ♪

♪ You've been wasting
too much time ♪

♪ Give it up,
give it up ♪

Uh, Aly, can you pour
this gentleman a drink?

- Thanks.
- Glad you could make it.

Mate, if you're screwing me,
just tell me now.

This again.

So when's the money
getting sorted?

- Very soon.
- Very soon.

You've been saying that
for months.

Why would
I screw you mate, hmm?

I'm not screwing you.

Okay, well, say, why don't you
stop being an asshole,

because I know
you've got the money.

Come on, do you really think
now is a good time

to dump a shitload of cash
into your account?

Mate, you're the one that said
there's nothing to worry about.

But use your fucking head.

Mate, after everything
I've done.

I tell you what,
If it'll make you happy,

I've got some cash
I could sling your way.

We'll call it a down payment.

We can go now if you want.

Where?

The people in your
strata committee are great.

I swear those meetings
are just an excuse to drink.

What, they're cool people,
Lex!

Don't call me Lex.

Well, maybe not Dawn,
but there's always one dickhead.

Apparently, she's a lawyer.

Is that so?

She kept saying how the walls
are paper-thin.

Anyway, I don't want to tell you
how to live your life,

but I really think
you should learn

how to be
a better people person.

Thank you for that.

Oh, is this
Roger's new place?

Mm-hmm. Look at this...
original valuation, 7.2.

But then two days later,
Hugh Miller had one done.

Six million.

So if Hugh knew
that the new property

was worth less
than Iman's asking price,

why would he sign off
on a higher one?

Or did he?

No, it's a riddle.
I hate riddles.

Well, you're gonna make
a marvelous detective.

What are you doing?

Well, he's hungry.

He has an owner somewhere
who clearly loves him,

judging by
his sense of entitlement.

Ohh, I thought
he was your cat.

I sort of let it slip
to Dawn,

and she completely
lost her shit.

Sorry!

Pinot gris is my weakness.

He is not my cat,
but if you keep feeding him,

then he's gonna ditch
his sod of an owner

and think
I'm his new food slave.

But what if his sod of an owner
is deliberately not feeding him,

to get other people
to do his dirty work.

Then no one feeds him.

Oh.

What?

Dirty work.

Madison, that could be the best
thing you've said to me in days.

That's sad.

Madison, I think
you're some kind of genius.

Perfect.

♪ No more hanging 'round,
wondering what to do in town ♪

♪ 'Cause, girl,
we got places to be ♪

♪ No more waiting out
till somebody else is down ♪

♪ Got too many things to see ♪

Yes?

I didn't wake you?

I'm about to
ride up a bloody mountain.

- What? With who?
- With whom do you think?

- Just the two of you?
- Yeah, romantic, hey.

Got myself a digital tracker
and everything.

Iman's missing.

No one's seen him
since yesterday.

His phone's off.

His wife's scared
something's happened to him.

Do you think
something's happened to him?

You know the bloke
better than I do.

Yeah, just here, thank you.

Five stars, mate.

8:27.
What time do you call this?

- Nice socks.
- Yeah, only the best will do.

Compare times?

If it's not on the app,
did it even happen?

Where are you?

You're not in here.
Did you hit stop?

I didn't even press start.

No, course you didn't.

Hey, what's with
the A.S. motif?

Adriana Simms.
Mum's initials.

Makes me feel like
she's still around, you know?

Yeah? Nothing more attractive
than a man who loves his mama.

Would have had you pinged
more as a daddy's boy, though.

No.

Why are you still single?

Haven't found
the right girl.

- You?
- My husband died.

So did you get your mother's
initials engraved

on Iman's bike as well?

That was a gift.

Iman's a good friend.

Wow, yeah,
really good friends.

Such good friends
that you're out here with me

instead of searching for him.

- Searching for him?
- Yeah, well, he's missing.

- Is he?
- Apparently.

Well, he's a big boy.

I mean, he'll show up.

Don't forget to button on
this time.

Oh, my God,
you're a serious perfectionist.

Yeah, well,
I reckon you are too.

No, I just like to win.

I want you to call Roger Simms
at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Tell him
that the toxicology report

showed traces of monkshood
in Hugh's system.

There was
no toxicology report done.

Yeah, I know.
Doesn't matter.

What's it called?

Monkshood. Aconitum napellus.
Just say monkshood.

And ask Roger if he knows
how Hugh

might have
come into contact with it.

Whatcha doing down there?

Hey.
Lost a pair of sunnies.

Thought maybe you were
looking for monkshood.

What's that?

It was growing in your garden
before you pulled it out.

It's how you knew Hugh Miller
was gonna have a heart attack.

Roger, that was
almost a perfect crime.

I'm surprised
you're not claiming it.

You put the pureed root
into the same bottle as Hugh's.

You asked for
a cheeky sip of water...

Thanks.

...and then gave him back
the poisonous bottle,

but you got the dose wrong,
didn't you?

Then when you realized
you were running out of time,

you smashed his head
against a rock.

You right?

I'm gonna call for help.

Chucked the bottle
into the bush

and raced to catch up
with the peloton.

You just couldn't stand coming
in later than second place.

Hugh was like my brother.
He was like my right arm.

Yeah, that threw me
at first, too,

but then I saw Hugh's private
valuation of the new property.

He figured out that Oriah

had paid $1.2 million
past Iman's asking price.

He must have tumbled to the fact
that you and Iman

were in cahoots
and pocketed the difference.

Did Hugh want in?

Maybe it was nothing to do
with money.

Maybe you just hate
being caught out.

Ha!
That's ridiculous.

I was with Iman
when Hugh died.

But you weren't,

'cause your numbers and Iman's
numbers were exactly the same...

I mean, exactly,
and that's just not possible,

not even for a perfectionist.

Unless Iman had
your computer with him.

- Hey, you're keeping up.
- I am, brother.

- You right?
- Yeah, just a bit of skin.

- Yeah, you'll be right.
- It's all right.

See you back down there.

Come on, Hughie!

You can't prove
any of this.

You weren't down there
looking for this, were you?

Hugh's water bottle.

I bet you a new pair of socks

that toxicology is gonna find
monkshood on the inside

and your fingerprints
on the outside.

- Police!
- Alexa...

Police, don't move!
Show me your hands.

Cuff him.

We found Iman.

He was getting on a plane
to Malaysia.

He's fine.

Told you he'd show up.

- Cheers!
- Cheers.

This is a good team.

That's clear.
You know what?

Maybe even a great team,
although it's early days.

- I don't know about that.
- Sure we are.

Outwit, outplay, out...
What was the third one?

Something's wrong
with my olive bread.

Ah, one person
didn't like the bread.

One.

So fix the olive bread.

I don't think it's the salt.
I think it's something else.

You'll work it out.
Do you want me to try some?

You don't know anything
about bread.

I like toast.

My shout.
Three more, please.

Nah, I'm out.

Well, one more.
We're the three amigos.

I don't do teams.

Well, that's a cover.

She does teams.
That's why we're here.

She likes you.
That's enough.

It's outlast.

Oh.
Madison.

George.

- This yours?
- Certainly is.

So you really work
with them, huh?

- Yeah.
- You must be the brains.

♪ Sweet talker,
sweetheart of mine ♪

♪ Not the same
man I knew ♪

♪ Coming in so late at night,
and you know that ain't right ♪

♪ What the hell's
gotten into you? ♪

- Hi, Dan.
- Hey.

I was hoping you'd call.

Did you bring your Lycra?

Put it on.