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Don't get into staring competitions
with toddlers; You'll only lose.

Are you ever on time for anything?

Well, I once was 18 hours early
for an ABBA concert.

So you only keep your professional
colleagues waiting then?

No, sometimes dates too.

You know, this is a popular
date spot, so I've been told.

Are we on a date?

If you told me, I would have
brought my pepper spray.

Not my type.

Tom Bernay.

Mm-hmm.

Do you know that he proposed
to his wife here 20 years ago?

45, no kids. By all accounts,
incredibly charming.

He had a real way with women.

Wow, do you think he's an actor?

He also wrote, directed, and produced.

He was the owner
of a travelling theatre company.

- Past tense.
- Very.

His latest was a feminist
reimagining of Little Red Riding Hood.

- He played the wolf.
- That's original!

Yeah, the last show in Russell
certainly was.

Red Riding Hood stabbed him on stage
with a retractable prop knife,

only it didn't retract.

What?

He was rushed to hospital with
a perforated liver,

went into respiratory shock, coma,
and was braindead within 24 hours.

Pre-existing Crohn's disease
put him over the edge, apparently.

OK. What's the stinger?

You always
have some juicy morsel for a finale.

He was having an affair
with the co-star that stabbed him...

Sonya Fulton.
Her prints are on the knife.

There was no damage to
the knife's internal mechanics.

You know, the traditional wisdom
is that the wife did it.

Yeah. The wife was on a three-week
business trip from Wellington.

OK. What do you have for me to go on?

Cell phone footage of the show.

Ask the audience. Classic!

And the prop knife.
We got access to both.

How did she make the knife malfunction

just the one time she needed it to?

Maybe it was an accident.

Maybe it wasn't.
That's why I'm talking to you.

- Flattery will get you everywhere.
- OK, give me the motive.

No. Nothing obvious.

There is a last run of the show in
the Fringe Festival, though.

Madison's all into that.

- What about you? Like a bit of theatre?
- Not much.

Good grief.

No! Chowder, no! Stop!

That is not good for you.

How did your date go?

Why does it look like
a merch bomb went off in here?

- I went to the Fringe Festival.
- It was amazing.

I met some amazing people...
comedians, actors, poets.

Oh, that's got cat saliva
on it. But go ahead.

- There was a slam poetry showcase.
- It was very...

- Greenwich Village, very... esoteric.
- Bad?

Well, it's an acquired taste, like...

- Cat saliva?
- ...olives.

- I'll take your word for it.
- You have absolutely no culture.

No? How's this for culture?

Fem Riding Hood.

- Esoteric?
- Bad.

But the new wolf is very hot.

There's something so primal about
seeing a grown man in a fur suit.

Gross.

The old one died.

I know.

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Run from their pity,
from responsibility.

I can run from the law.
I can run from myself!

I can run for my life.
I can run into debt.

I can run from it all.
I can run till I'm gone.

I can run for the office
and run for the cause.

I cannot...

...run from my family.

They're hidden inside me.

Corpses on ice.

Hello, gorgeous.

What's a girl like you doing
all the way out here?

Me?

Who's the new wolf?

That's the understudy, Jason.

I'm foraging for mushrooms.

You see, my grandmother and I
live right up there.

Ah, would you care to join us
for dinner, Mr Huntsman?

- Bad idea.
- Oh, you think?

Hello, my darling!

Oh, lovely Red.

You look frozen!

Come climb into bed.

Uh, Grandma,

did a huntsman come by before me?

I didn't see one.

Well, I'm afraid
I've done something bad.

What could you have possibly
have done that's bad, my dear?

You see, I promised you a kiss.

I like this part.

You see, no one in this world
gives you power. You have to take it.

That goes for fur coats too.

- Stop it!
- You can't stop me.

- Hi. Just some fans of your work.
- Oh. T-thank you so much.

Alexa Crowe. This is Madison.

In the original, The Huntsman saves Red,

but I much prefer
your psychopathic anti-heroine.

- It's a feminist critique.
- No, that really came through.

Where were the police?

Well, I... I've already talked
to the police.

Well, we're just, um,
confirming a few details, you know?

Cleanup crew. Are you OK?

- Well, I stabbed and killed Tom.
- What do you think?

- That was a terrible accident.
- I'm sorry.

But, um, I'm a little bit of
a theatre enthusiast myself,

and I've got to say that your decision

to no longer use a retractable knife
was a very wise one.

That's why we do the shadow play now.

The retractable knife was
Tom's idea. More dramaticthat way.

Yeah, sure is. Was the one that
killed Tom a spring-loaded affair?

Look, I'm not really a props person.

Oh, of course not. You're the star.

In fact, Tom wrote
that play for you, didn't he?

And the other one, the, uh...
you know, Sexy Sleeping Beauty.

That was actually about the
objectification of female pain.

- Was it ever?
- How long were you and he together?

A few... A few months.

Did you love him?

Yeah. I did, actually.

You know, typically, these kind
of arrangements don't work out well

for the other woman.

Did his wife know about you?

Look, I think you should leave.

OK. Well, thanks for your time.

Um, I thought you were really good.

- Did you see her bag, by the way?
- That's, like, the price of a car.

Hi, Jason.

- I am aware.
- Maddie!

Hey, I loved the show.

- Thanks.
- This is Alexa Crowe.

She's a police consultant.

You're the tech guy.

Oh, and the new Wolf, plus
health and safety too.

Can I ask you a few questions
about what happened to Tom?

Sure.

Sonya said that the
retractable knife was Tom's idea.

Oh, cosmic irony, ma'am.

Proper theatres... they phased out
retractables ages ago,

but with Tom,
drama over safety every time.

Now, Sonya has to go to therapy
until she dies.

- Did you try to talk him out of it?
- Health and safety-style?

Yeah. Yeah, we all did. But you
couldn't argue with him.

It's like trying to wrestle with a bull.

You did check the knife before the show?

Yeah, yeah. Tom did, too,

right before the lights came up
on the cottage scene. Yeah.

- He was pretty diligent about it.
- Did you know about him and Sonya?

- Yeah.
- They didn't really hide it.

Any trouble in paradise?

Not that I saw. She was nuts about
him. God knows why.

If he wasn't banging on
about artistic integrity,

he was throwing up backstage.

That's attractive!

Uh, he had that digestive...
what you call it?

- Crohn's disease.
- Yeah.

Didn't mix well with motel minibars.

But he still managed to do
the tour... 20 shows.

Yeah, I filled in for him
when he was too sick to go on.

A younger, sexier wolf for the ladies.

Yeah. Well, thank you.

- Is that it?
- For now.

See you round, Maddie.

Bye.

'Maddie. See ya round, Maddie.'

Hey, Raf.

Oh, you're on first-name terms
with the slam poet, too.

Yeah.

So, what's the next move?

Go see the wife.
Harry gave me an address.

What?

Nothing.

Are you lost?

Hello, Eleanor.

Alexa!

- Hi.
- Oh my!

What's it been... like, 40 years?

- Sorry, bit rude.
- No. Be rude.

Well, my old place looks the same,
except the front yard looks better,

actually, than it used to.

- Do you want to come in?
- Yeah. I'd love to.

These steps. Oh my God,

I remember these steps!

- So you're in renewable energy.
- Doing my part for the planet.

- Good for you. How's it going?
- Great.

We're integrating the entire
manufacturing process in New Zealand,

so lots of screaming, haggling,
and arse-kissing.

- And you paint?
- Yeah.

Recently, I realised I had no hobbies

and had
some old paint lying around, so...

- I bake bread.
- And you showed up empty-handed.

But I will not next time.

When did you get back?
And where did you get back from?

And what do you do? Kids? Partner?

- Sorry, rambling.
- No, no. Ramble away.

Yeah. Well, 40 years'
worth of questions.

Um, Australia. No kids. Widowed.

Eleanor, I work for the police.

You were here about Tom.

Yeah. Well, I wasn't sure at first.

I saw the address, and I'd have
thought for sure you'd have moved on.

- No, I did...
- London, Bern, Shanghai...

and then Mum and Dad died,
and this is home, so...

Go on. Ask.

- Did you know about the affair?
- Only when the police told me.

You spend 20 years with someone, you...

love them, bankroll them, stand by them.

And then...

When you say 'bankroll'...

The theatre. 40 grand a year
out the window,

- but it made him happy.
- Mm.

I stopped giving him
the money a few months ago;

15 years too late, but I did stop.

- Not even I'm that stupid.
- Why did you stop?

Mothering your husband gets tiring,

and I guess...

I just thought he'd grow up.

They cut down your lemon tree.

- Bastards!
- Mm.

Did we once make lemonade and
then sell it out the front?

We did, with your brother, Will.

- How is Will?
- Oh, he's fine.

I think selling the
lemonade was his idea.

Yeah, that'd be right.

Except we didn't add sugar,
so it was just lemon juice.

You know, the first few nights
after Tom died,

it didn't feel real.

In the back of my head, I just
thought he was... late coming home.

Yeah, I know that feeling.

We're actually looking
at the girl... Sonya.

You think she deliberately killed him?

I do not know yet. Did you meet her?

Mm. She came here for dinner once.
Can't say she made an impression.

I know that's not very helpful, but

I just paid for the theatre.
I didn't really know any of them.

How I... How long have you been back?

A year. Well, I've been
really swamped, but...

- Oh, . It's OK.
- I didn't do that. I'm a big girl.

No, seriously, there are some
weirdmurders here...

you know, per capita.

Whatever the reason, uh,
I'm glad you're back.

- Yeah.
- Me too.

Oi, what is that?!

Oh, Reuben lent me this to make miche.

- Quiche?
- Miche! Miche bread.

Wait, who's dead?!

What? Why are you using that?!

You've already got a...

Bread making machine.

Reuben lent me this one

because he
says it's perfect for making miche.

Well, it's a bit too noisy
to be perfect.

Ooh, what have you found?

Uh, yeah. I got into your best
friend's dead husband's metadata.

- And guess what.
- Gambling?

No. He was looking for divorce
lawyers, and that's not all;

- Follicular unit extractions.
- Which are...

- Hair plugs.
- Hair plugs?

$18000 worth, to be exact.

Payment went out of Tom's account

to a fancy clinic downtown
two months ago.

Eleanor told me she'd stopped
giving him money.

Well, she wasn't lying.
No deposits from her since October.

So where did he get the cash?

This season's Celine La Tonelle bag,

valued at $4000.

What's this?

Mm. Burberry. Very nice.

Uh, what do you want?

I want to talk to you about the
$20,000 you gave Tom in February.

It's just, you don't actually
have a paying job, do you?

Every single deposit in your
bank account comes from your father.

I did a little digging...
I mean, nothing weird, just Google...

but your dad is Jonathan Fulton
Private Equity.

So?

So does your dad
know that you gave money to Tom?

Please don't tell him.

Oh, no, no, never, never.
Well, unless it became relevant.

- To what?
- To Tom's death, obviously.

Well, it's not. I already told you
I loved him.

Yeah. But did he love you?

Or did he just come on
to you because his wife

had stopped giving him money?

- Well, I came on to him, actually.
- Oh, right.

So you came on to a married man
with wife and money troubles?

Did you convince him to leave
his wife and marry you?

No.

That is not what happened.

I gave him money for the theatre...
that's all.

I wasn't trying to buy him.

Sonya, he took your money
and bought hair plugs.

What?

Excuse us.

So, she said she gave him money
to expand the theatre.

- What, you think she's lying?
- Well, she's an actress.

If he lied about what he did
with the money

and she found out, that's a motive.

- Betrayal.
- You bet.

- Busy?
- Uh, meetings. Time zones.

From the oven, straight to you.

I've organised the entire supply
chain according to your schedule.

- Thank you.
- You seemed to handle that OK.

You didn't see the screaming match I had

with the German supplier.

I was this close to
hopping on a 27-hour flight

just so I could kill him.

Oh. What's up?

Can we sit down?

Did you know that Tom was looking
at divorce lawyers?

- Was he planning to marry her?
- Well, she says no, but...

That girl was in the same boat
as you. She gave him $20,000.

- What?
- Yeah, after you cut him off.

She gave him the money to help
expand the theatre.

Of course,
he took it and spent it on himself.

- He betrayed her like he did you.
- And that's why she killed him?

Not sure. But I do know
that Tom was a parasite.

- That's not fair.
- Yeah, it is.

He took and took from you for years,
and then when you cut him off,

he found a younger model to do the same.

Takes a very special piece of work
to ask his 22-year-old mistress

for money for hair plugs.

- Hair plugs?
- Hair plugs.

Oh! What?!

Sorry. Yes.

Uh...

Can I look in Tom's office?

Any communications with Sonya
could be helpful.

Yeah. Go for you life.

Thanks.

Steroids?

Medrol?

Steroids that help
with Tom's Crohn's disease.

He'd endure the nausea
and vomiting from the road food.

Mm. And Jason blamed the minibar.

- Who?
- Whatcha got there?

- Cheers.
- Ooh.

Which is totally not true, by the way.

So I go up to him and I... and I get
right up in his face,

and I go,

'By your logic, we should still be
using coal and riding horses and...

'and burning women at the stake,
because technology is witchcraft.'

Witchcraft.

The most efficient known
superconductor is slightly unstable.

We make it stable.
We don't settle for mediocrity.

- Well, I'm proud of you.
- Oh, stop.

- No, I am, really.
- There's so many people that just...

Grinch about the world and don't

lift a finger, but you're really
out there, doing...

- stuff. Real stuff.
- Yeah. So are you.

- Nah. It's not the same.
- You protect people.

* Never ever, never ever again.

You know, I remember that time
that you were, um...

- obsessed with mummies.
- Don't say it like that!

You make me sound like a psycho!

Yeah, and you had that Barbie doll
that you tried to pull

- its organs out...
- La, la, la, la, not listening.

- Shut up.
- And then you wrapper her in toilet paper

and you buried her in the time capsule.

Yes, I was very cool.

Psycho.

- Didn't we, um...
- bury that next to your, um...

* ...believe me when I say...

No.

- Don't be silly.
- Don't. No.

- Immature.
- Don't think about it.

- No, don't you. Don't you.
- Don't. No, we shouldn't. Never.

I'm OK. I'M OK!

- OK. Spade! Gimme the spade!
- Shh! Shh!

- Shh!
- Shh yourself!

Oh!

Maybe it's back there.

Where the hell was the lemon tree?

Ooh!

- Ready for this?
- Ooh, wait!

- No. No. OK.
- OK.

Nefertiti Barbie!

Ah, there is still something very
cool about the pharaohs being buried

with everything they need in the
next life... everything they loved.

Pen licences granted to
Alexa Crowe and Eleanor Ladner.

- Mm.
- Congrats.

Deck of cards.

- You were such a cheat.
- That's what cards are for.

'I promise to listen to my best friend.

'I promise to be honest at all times
with my best friend.

'Promise to never keep anything
from my best friend.

- Hanging out the clothes...
- 'I promise to remain in touch

at all times

'and be best friends forever.

My mother gave
your mother a punch in the nose.

- 'Signed Alexa and Eleanor.'
- One run.

Could sue you for breach of contract.

What happened?

Came back from camp and
you were just... gone.

We moved.

We moved a lot.

You know, that house was the longest

I'd been anywhere up until high school.

Sorry. I should have tried
harder to say goodbye.

Mm.

You're here now.

And it's not true, by the way.
I did not cheat every time.

I think it's easy to
count the times that you didn't cheat

in the times that you did.

Whatevs.

Hold on.

- Alexa!
- Mm?

- Well, that was exciting.
- I've never been questioned before.

I wish you'd told me that isn't
the first time

the neighbours
have complained about you...

- like, beforewe jumped over the fence.
- He's a confabulator.

You...

You put a death threat in his mailbox.

It wasn't a threat!

'The planet would be
better off without you on it?'

- That's not a threat. He's in oil.
It's a quantifiable fact.

Let me see... whoa.

Blood alcohol through the roof.
Breaking and entering.

We didn't break anything.

Aggravated assault of a landscaped lawn.

- That was her.
- You're looking at 20 to life!

Very funny. OK, Harry,
this is Eleanor. Eleanor, Harry.

Good to meet you.

Maybe lay off the property damage,
eh? And no more death threats.

- It wasn't a threat.
- It was a casual observation.

- Well, you are free to leave.
- I'm staying a bit. Bye bye.

I'll see you at our next
aggravated assault.

Can't wait.

- I kind of like her.
- OK. I think I have a motive for Sonya.

Right. What do you need?

I need the knife that killed
Eleanor's husband.

Well, I promised you a kiss.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Wait. Wait. Go back.

Just play that again.

Go back.

There. She didn't touch the knife after.

And Tom tested it
before the scene began.

So whatever she did to that knife...

...she did it on stage.

Alexa's miche bread.

The machine worked. Gluten-free?

It's delicious, so no.

Hey...

have you got any watermelons?

All right. I'm starting
to feel kinda dumb.

What if it's as simple
as jamming the knife?

Ah!

Whosoever pulls that knife

from the watermelon shall be
the king of England.

OK. So she can jam it,
but how does she unjam it?

So she jams it...

when it's hidden in her costume,

and...

Ooh.

Now, drop it.

So it doesn't unjam on impact.

So, if she wanted to unjam it,
she'd have to push it back.

See, she didn't have the time
nor the forearm strength to do that.

Maybe it was an accident.

Maybe there were two knives...

and someone swapped one to the other.

Jason.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Maddie's friend.
- Yeah!

Yeah.

Good show last night?

Uh, there was people
in the crowd than on the stage.

- That's always a win.
- Good.

- Can I tell you something?
- Sure.

First time I saw you, I said to Maddie,

'That guy's way too good-looking to be

working lights.'

- You should be onstage more.
- Yeah.

How long have you been with the theatre?

A few years.

Yeah, I met Tom when we were doing
our community theatre thing at uni.

Oh.

- He got on.
- Yeah, he taught me a lot.

I looked at the video of the
Russell show,

and I've got to say
you were a bit of a hero that night.

You were on stage before anybody
realised anything had happened.

How did you know that Tom
wasn't acting when he was stabbed?

I'd seen him do
that bit a thousand times.

I knew something was wrong.

Well, it's good that
you're here for Sonya.

I mean, you're close, I assume.

Yeah.

Because you perform together,
eat together, tour together.

Gosh, if I was your girlfriend,

I'd be really jealous.

- Yeah. Sonya's like a sister to me.
- Hey, I got to finish setting up.

I'm going to make you a promise.

I'm going to do right by you,
and I'm going to do right by Sonya.

I'm going to find out
who killed Tom. Cross my heart.

Oh, Jason.

Better tie those shoelaces.
Safety hazard and all.

Yeah.

Many happy returns.

Well, you can have it for
a bit longer, if you like.

Reuben, do you know why I bake bread?

Because you can't make cakes?

It's my thinking time,

and this little baby

sounds like it's a chainsaw hacking
up a body every time I turn her on.

And how do you know what hacking
up a body with a chainsaw sounds like?

Oh, I just close my eyes and... imagine.

Well, for what it's worth,
your miche was fantastic.

It's not you, honey, it's her.

Code. I love code.

Writing it, breaking it,

whilst I'm computing or commuting.

A colossus.

Something that rhymes with colossus.

I'm chic. I'm a freak.

I'm a geek. I'm go...

Hey.

- Why do you sound out of breath?
- I'm jogging.

OK, look, I need you to look
into the communications

between Sonya and Jason everything like

phone calls, texts, emails, everything
going back the last six months.

- What are you thinking? He set her up?
- Yeah, maybe.

- Framing a girl for murder...
- great way to win her heart!

Just look for anything suggesting

that he might have
wanted her out of the way withTom.

Copy that.

How's Madison's performance thing
coming? Her slam poetry?

Her what?

You didn't hear it from me.

What on earth rhymes with Colossus?

- Eleanor?
- One second!

Busy time?

No. No. You don't want to know. Come in.

Look, I'm afraid that, uh,
we might have jumped the gun.

- In what way?
- On Sonya.

We're now looking
at the tech guy, Jason.

I think he might have
swapped the prop knife

for the actual murder weapon.

- Did Tom ever mention him?
- Um, no, I don't think so.

Anything?
Tension, disagreements, fights.

Wh... What about the money?

And the affair?
You sure it's not the girl?

The, um...

Uh, the mechanics of the
whole thing don't work.

She couldn't...

Stop!

You said you didn't know him.

Alexa.

Might ask my friend Harry
to go over there and check.

Will he find Jason at home
with his big white shoes on?

He thought you were going
to pin Tom's death on it.

Then he's smarter than he looks.

Alexa, he's just a kid.

He's old enough to sleep with,
evidently.

- Is that his toothbrush in your bathroom?
- It's not serious.

Tom... he...

God, he went through

every girl in this bloody city
who gave him half a look.

What? I'm just supposed to sit there?

So you slept with a techie
to get back at him?

It's...

Jason is just an
over-attached stress ball.

- How over-attached?
- Oh, God. Alexa, it's not serious.

I don't care how serious
you think this is,

and I don't care who you sleep with,

but I care about you lying to me.

- I didn't!
- You lied.

I am on the brink of revolutionising
photovoltaics in this country.

- What's that got to do with anything?
- It's my reputation!

It's this company's reputation!

It's the years I've spent working
my arse off, building it up.

I am not going to let this...

- Murder.
- ...ugliness put me under.

This company is my life.

- Did Jason tell you he didn't do it?
- No, and...

I didn't ask him.
He's not capable of it.

You know, my friend Harry might
need a little confirmation

of that.
You did say he was over-attached.

- Alexa.
- Would he kill for you?

You know, maybe Jason's
just another grifter.

Like, he sets his sights on a rich,
older woman, but Tom's in the way.

He slides in as the trophy husband.

And then he swaps Sonya's
prop knife offstage for a real one.

- Sonya goes back on.
- Stab, stab, stab.

And he takes advantage of all the chaos

to swap the murder weapon
for a real knife.

Well, bingo. What you've got there
is a freak accident.

Good theory.

All it really proves is that
everyone's having a lot of sex.

- Oh, and everyone's losing their hair.
- What?

- Yeah, Jason's going bald.
- Tom paid for hair plugs.

Male pattern baldness...
it is a problem.

That's some good detective work.

Hang on. Tom wants a divorce,

and Eleanor didn't want to
give him half of everything.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
- She supported him for 20 years.

Yeah, and he dumped her for a uni grad.

And then she had to give up half of
her house, half of her company.

- She was in Wellington.
- She wasn't even around.

- She wouldn't have needed to be.
- She was in on it with her toy boy.

- You're wrong.
- I know she's a mate, but...

I'm not here to fight.

And I'm not a murderer.

I see that tonight
is going to be your last show.

Yeah. I guess I'll have
to find a real job now.

- You should go professional.
- You're certainly good enough.

Break a leg.

Jason. Here, catch.

- Eleanor told me about you and her.
- We like each other. Big deal.

Obsession can be a big deal.
It makes people blind.

I'm not obsessed.

- Well, I think you might be.
- So does Eleanor.

- Can you stop hassling her?
- She's having a hard time.

You switched the knives, didn't you?

You know, innocent people are
usually very quick to deny it

when they've been accused of murder.

I didn't murder anyone.

Well, technically, no,
I guess not, you know?

Sonya 'did it.'
Can't prove it wasn't an accident.

I've known other people
who've killed for love,

and they are eaten up year after year.

Guilt, anger, fear.

Well, you've got a lot of years
left. How do you want to live them?

There's nothing. Sonya only ever
texted Jason about her dinner order.

Yeah, I figured.

I think she's just a patsy.
I kind of feel sorry for her.

- Where are you now?
- Oh, I'm shopping.

Do you think you could pick me up
a new pair of shoes?

Hey, isn't that your friend?

Oh, God.

Sing!

Goddess.

- Sorry.
- Of the rage... of my... womb.

So, what time are you going on?

- Reuben told you.
- He did.

The next murder you'll be solving
is going to be his.

You're not going to let me
see you perform?

Oh, shut up!

He's winding me up.

Serial cheater Tom might have been
wiping his history

more than he brushed his teeth,

but lucky for us,

the metadata gives us access
to Eleanor's entire network traffic.

Date range?

Oh, everything in the last six months,
including the search history.

- So many dead trees.
- What are we looking for?

Any and all communications
between Eleanor and Jason.

I need to know that she wasn't involved.

Well, you're no help.
Get off that, please, Mr Chowder.

Thank you.

Oh, puss.

Are you all right?

No.

I just...

feel you deserve an explanation
about why I went away

without saying goodbye.

That summer, my parents sprang it on me,

and when we settled down again,

I wrote letters, but I didn't
think you'd forgive me

for leaving that way, so...

I waited, and then, you know,
it had just been too long.

Well, I prefer connecting like
this than a high school reunion.

- What colour do you call that?
- Mm...

cobalt? Don't ask me.

I only paint because I didn't
want go to therapy.

I thought you did this because
you had leftover paint.

Mm. Same thing.

It's not cobalt.

It's not indigo. It's not navy.

It's Prussian blue.

Hey, you know the other night,
you said that you were working

using new superconductors?

You know the one you got into
a fight about at the conference?

Are you interrogating me
about photovoltaics?

I got into mummies because you
were into mummies.

I'm interested
in what you're interested in.

Please don't take this
the wrong way, but it's

probably a little over your head.

Thallium is a superconductor, isn't it?

The poisoner's poison.

And Prussian blue
is the only known antidote.

Did you order it because
you thought you might

accidentally poison yourself

or because you might change your
mind about killing Tom?

What?!

Yeah, I guess it doesn't matter
now. Poor bastard's dead anyway.

- What are you talking about?
- Nausea. Vomiting.

The symptoms are easy to cover up
if he's got something else,

like... Crohn's disease.

- This is madness.
- And it got worse,

to the point where he was on steroids.

You know, a more interesting symptom
of thallium poisoning

is hair loss.

That's why he asked his girlfriend
for 20 grand for hair plugs.

Did you like that? A little
side effect straight to the ego.

I wasn't here.

- I was in Wellington...
- Wellington.

Hey, uh, look at what's in my bag.

Go on.

It's good.

You dug up Tom?

You laced his stage makeup,

and after he died,
you buried it with him

along with everything else
he loved... just like your pharaohs.

Oh, we disinterred
Tom's grave this morning.

That's a lot of circumstantial evidence.

All that...

and a bag of hair.

That's from the hairbrush
in your bathroom.

There's more, but it's down the lab,
being tested right now.

But that's not Tom's.

No, it's Jason's.

The effects of low-grade thallium poison

only show up weeks after exposure.

So all those shows
where Jason filled in for Tom,

wearing Tom's makeup...

How could you do it?

I mean, your house, your company...
was it worth your husband's life?

Yes.

You know that Jason
caused the stabbing, don't you?

Yeah, he did.

And if he hadn't, you might have
gotten away with it.

Jason stabbed him, but
your poison made sure Tom died.

How's that for cosmic irony?

You OK?

What are you gonna do with Jason?

We're interviewing him.

Oh, he'll break. The guilt
is chewing him up from the inside.

Do you need a ride home?

No. There's something
I've got to do first.

Oh, hey. Maddie's friend.

- Hello.
- I'm Raf.

Try to keep the poetry to a dull
roar, would you? I'm taking a bath.

I'm looking into the death
of Mariel Demarco.

I killed her.

- This is his chance to be noticed.
- By confessing to murder?

Mariel was killed in a break-in.

Or someone wanted to make it
look like that.

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

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

It is a murder investigation,
not a shopping trip!

You and Mariel were close.

She found me selling earrings
in a local market.

I'm in danger.