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I just find that so distasteful.

Summer brings out
the worst in people.

Come on. Love is in the air.

Summer is the most
criminal season of all.

Did you know, that?

Really? Then was the safest time
of year.

Spring. By a country mile.

Wow.

That makes my latest victim
even more unlucky.

Oh, you mean you didn't
invite me here

for an ice cream date?

I didn't know you wanted me to.

Well, now you know.

The victim's name
is Leah Howell,

a florist with
a severe bee allergy.

She was stung when
walking down the aisle

at her own wedding.

We found the bee hiding inside
the bridal bouquet.

Bummer.

Leah developed adult onset
anaphylaxis around 23.

By then, she had already started
the flower business,

and business was blooming.

I'm told she was
extremely cautious

about protecting herself.

Just not that day, huh?

Everything screams
tragic accident, right?

Hm.

Until I spoke to the groom,
Thom Coney,

a trust fund playboy with
a net worth of 10 million.

Apparently,
Leah and Thom met

when she was delivering
a floral display

for his 30th birthday party.

Sparks flew. Doves cried.

Two months later,
they were engaged.

Two months after that
comes the wedding day.

Well, that seems
a tad speedy to me.

Hey, true love waits for no one.

But Thom reckons his father,
Roland, hated Leah.

He wasn't happy about
a mere mortal

becoming part of
the family empire.

What are the Coney's rich?

Roland Coney can buy and sell
both of us multiple times over.

Oh!

So what?

For marrying a commoner,

the groom thinks
his father did what?

Trained a bee
to assassinate the bride?

There's no reports of
anything strange

before the ceremony.

Leah walks down the aisle
with Roland.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Then...

The first person to try
and assist Leah

was her bridesmaid
and business partner, Cat.

Then the wedding planner
Nerida Jones steps in

with an EpiPen,
but it's too late.

So, why suspect the father?

Roland, didn't help
Leah, just left her.

He disappeared minutes after
Leah collapsed.

Well, it sounds a 100 times
more interesting

than any wedding I've attended.

But what does this have to do
with me?

Send you the wedding video?

No, no, not the wedding video.

Well, even one with the killer
lurking in the footage

that only Alex Crowe can find.

You smooth-talking devil.

If you think it's an accident,

how come you agreed
to take a look?

Because it's very rare
that a murder suspect

throws a parent under the bus,

especially one who stands
to lose an enormous inheritance

by doing it.

Okay, I put some extras in yours

because you need to start taking
your B6 level seriously.

- Gosh, I thought I was.
- Hm.

Fine, I'll drink it
if you call up

autopsy image 12, please.

Mm-hm.

Mm-hm.

There you go.

Oh, gosh, see,
they couldn't identify

the sting site
because of the swelling.

Plus, she's got tons of
pre-existing scratches

on her hands
from her job as a florist.

All of which could be potential
exposure points.

- Right?
- Right.

So, how does
a bee-vigilant person

fail to notice one
in her bouquet?

You know that the kind of
reaction that Leah suffered

it can come on in seconds,

but it tends to peak
around 3 to 30 minutes.

So, you're a bee expert now, too.

I just listened to a couple of
podcasts this afternoon.

But the point is
that if she was stung

before she walked up the aisle,

how come she wasn't
experiencing any symptoms?

I need you to get me
a whole lot of EpiPens, alright?

The same brand as Leah's.

Oi, what about your smoothie?

I knew Harry believed me.

So, you're a cop?

Was. Past tense.

And I wish I had something more
original to say

than I'm sorry for your loss.

Hm. Yeah, I've been hearing
that a lot lately. Drink?

No, thanks.

So, Harry tells me, Thom,
that what you have to say

is pretty controversial.

That my father killed my bride.

He just, uh...

He's got this way of
getting what he wants.

He said Leah wasn't good enough.

And look what happened.

Was there any specific reason

why Roland would want Leah gone?

Let's just say a florist
with a messed-up family.

His words wasn't exactly
his dream daughter-in-law.

But he walked her
down the aisle.

Leah's dad's been in and out
of prison since she was a kid.

Roland was just keeping up appearances.

How long had you known Leah,
Thom?

Oh... not quite six months.

We met the day of my 30th.

Her company makes these
crazy blue rose sculptures.

I'll show you.

Here.

All I wanted was to get
married to the woman I love

in front of the people
I care about most.

What's so wrong with that?

We probably
never should have met.

Maybe she'd still be here.

Is there any part of you
that thinks

this could have been
a horrible accident?

No! No.

Leah left nothing to chance.

That EpiPen was like the third
wheel in our relationship.

So, why didn't it work?

Well, nothing that you're saying

is pointing specifically

to your father.

Then keep looking.

What the AG double
hockey sticks, Ruben?

Well, I take it you didn't do

a long Hen's lunch
before your wedding?

This interest in the bridal
market better be a fad

because that crowd looks
very anti-carb.

Trust me, these will be gone
by midday.

These Hens are like wolves
once the champagne starts.

Wait. Where are you going?

Aren't you going to stay
for coffee or breakfast?

I think you've got enough
on your plate, don't you?

Ha! Okay.

Hey. Want to watch
a wedding video?

God, no! Unless you found
something new.

Pretty sure I have.

Help!

There's Nerida Jones,
the wedding planner,

who insisted that all
the guests sign a contract.

No phones, no recording devices.

That makes our lives
a lot harder.

Mm-hmm. Except...

There on the right,
a hand with a phone.

So, who does it belong to?

If we could get a guest list
and maybe I could put it back--

You know Harry asked
the wedding planner

for a guest list.

And she said she wasn't

legally obliged to hand one up.

I think someone needs to take
a closer look

at Nerida's, bank accounts,
e-mail, etc...

Sure. Actually, there's
something else you should know

about the wedding.

Roland Coney made all the guests
and the staff

sign non-disclosure agreements.

It's almost like he knew

something bad
was going to happen.

Oh, Chowder.
She's a terrible cynic.

- Who is it?
- Oh.

Hi, I'm, um, I'm Alexa Crowe.
I'm with the police.

I was, um...

I need to come in and have
a quick word about Thom.

You're lucky it's too late
to question you, little fella.

Ms. Crowe, was it?
Roland Coney.

Whatever he's done, I can handle
all the expenses involved.

Thom's not himself right now.

No, Thom's fine, Mr. Coney.

Oh, thank heavens
for small miracles.

But that is what I wanted
to talk to you about.

His fiancee,
Leah Howell's death.

Oh. Utterly tragic.

Terrible luck.
Still so hard to believe.

That's why we're
looking into it.

Oh, I see.

Do you mind if I ask you
a personal question?

Um. Sure.

How do you feel
about wildflowers?

It's gorgeous.

Thank you.

I planted all this for my wife,
June, just before she died.

We thought we had more time.

How long has she been gone?

20 years now.

It still seems like yesterday.

They say "Time heals."

Total bullshit,
if you don't mind me saying so.

I do not mind you saying so,
Mr. Coney.

Roland, please.

Roland.

You're not what I expected.

You've been speaking to Thom.

He's made me into
some sort of monster

to cope with Leah's passing.

Did you know about her allergy?

We all did.

He had the EpiPen right there.

It just didn't work.

But that's not what
Thom believes.

No, he thinks that
you hated her.

An exaggeration.

So, you just didn't
approve of her?

I thought he was rushing into
things for no reason.

He barely knew her.

Well, what does that matter
if they're in love?

Thom has
a habit of diving

into situations head first.

I was just trying
to protect him.

And how far would you go
to protect him, Roland?

Not sure what it is
you're asking, Ms Crowe.

Well, why would you ask Leah
to stay the night here,

the night before her wedding,

if you didn't approve
of the marriage?

Thom's apartment is a sty.

It seemed like a nice thing
to do.

You weren't trying to keep
a close eye on her?

Control proceedings?
Control your son?

Perhaps some people need
a short leash.

Leah must have been
exhibiting symptoms

before you walked her
up the aisle.

What are you not telling me?

Goodbye, Ms Crowe.

It's alright.

I can, uh...
I can see myself out.

Thanks, Roland.

Where did you come from?

So, how did things work, Cat?

We used to joke
we were total opposites.

He was the optimist.
I was the pessimist.

She was the artist.
I was the accountant.

So, Leah came up with
most of your designs?

Genius at Flower Arrangement,

but paying rent and budgeting,
just beyond hopeless.

Which is why
she was lucky to have me.

How's the business doing
now that she's gone?

Busy?

Yeah, I'd love to stop and cry
for a month

but that's the last thing
she'd want me to do.

Hey, you, um...

You were at Roland's the night
before the wedding, right?

Yeah, we all were.

Despite the fact that Roland
disapproved of his son

marrying Leah.

Who told you that?

Little birds.

Leah still thought
there was a chance

she could win him over.

I guess, I see the world is
much more black and white

than Leah did.

Was Roland around
much before the wedding.

Yeah. He put on this
amazing rehearsal dinner.

And then the morning of,
he was back

to bossing everyone around.

He seemed super paranoid
the whole time

about Leah's EpiPen.

He insisted on holding on to it
until we got to the church.

Did Leah ever say that Roland
threatened her in any way?

Jada, how were those roses
coming along?

- Jada?
- Yeah, almost done.

I'm so hopelessly behind today.

Jada, see Alexa out

and track down the Parker order
for me.

Cat...

are you scared of Roland Coney?

I'm sorry. I've got to...

Follow me.

Hey, Jada, you are
at the wedding too, weren't you?

I don't think I'm supposed
to talk about it.

It's just
the police statement said

that a lot of safety measures
were taken

by the Bloem team in particular.

We smoked the church beforehand

and Cat must have spent
a small fortune

on vanilla sprays.

Was that it?

We both checked
every arrangement twice,

once here, once at the church,

and we made sure there were
no windows open

for 48 hours pre-ceremony.

- Sounds comprehensive.
- It was.

Even Leah's dress was
allergy inclusive.

Jada, in here please.

Sorry.

Everyone is afraid of
Roland Coney.

Nobody wants to talk.

When you're done murdering
that EpiPen,

I did a device sweep.

Nerida Jones, she does
a lot of work for Roland.

We're talking multiple events
every year.

And this is interesting, why?

Because there's no email
exchanges between them ever.

No texts, just calls to and from
a landline at Bletchley House.

So, either he's a Luddite or
he has something to hide.

She also had a bunch of calls
and texts from Leah

during the days leading up
to the wedding

that she never bothered
to answer.

What about our grieving groom?

Well, Thom has been
texting up a storm

with an ex fiancee
for the last few months.

- Another one.
- Hm-hm.

Tallulah Wells.

They're engaged a year ago.

Fiancee number three.

Oh, shall we say he has a type.

Lots of PDA online
and then, boom,

his relationship
status changes overnight

and she deletes
all of her socials.

So what?
Now they're back in touch.

They were still texting
an hour before

his ceremony with Leah.

Alright, you need to find
this Tallulah

while I keep leaning on Roland.

Why on earth would
Nerida ghost Leah

when it's her wedding
that she's planning.

Maybe Roland told her
to ignore Leah.

Focus on a more important job.

Like accessory to murder?

Here's me thinking this was
going to be a candlelit dinner.

Did you bring the thing
I asked for?

What's a slight bending
of the department rules

between friends?

Yes! Okay, great.

Now, most people just keep
knives on those things, right?

I think we both know
that I'm not most people.

Well, here's a little something
that I prepared earlier.

I've been trying
to replicate the warp

and the text on Leah's EpiPen.

I saw it here
in the evidence photos.

Only boiling creates the same
blurring pattern. See here.

Leah didn't metabolize
the adrenaline properly

because her EpiPen
was tampered with.

- Right.
- Which means...

The bee that stung Leah
didn't act alone.

He had an accomplice.

Nerida.

Gosh thank you so much
for meeting

with me at short notice.

Miss Crowe, I thought you said

Roland would be joining us.

Oh, well.

He's probably running late.

You know how he is.

So is it your first time
back since, um...

Since Leah? Yes.

Gosh, that must be really
hard for you,

considering she was
a friend and all.

Oh, we were friendly.

I wouldn't say that we were
friend friends.

Oh, yeah.

Because she did try to call you

right before the wedding, remember?

- How do you know that?
- Oh, yeah.

She texted and she emailed,

but you never replied
to any of those

so yeah, not very friendly.

Because at the end of the day,
I answer to Roland

for this wedding, not Leah.
He was paying my fee.

Yeah, you make a lot of money
from the Coney family.

What is that got to do
with anything?

My focus on Thom and
Leah's wedding day

was to look after the logistics,

which I did
to the best of my ability.

Right, but a bee in the bouquet,
that's kind of a fail, right?

Roland didn't send you
to speak to me.

- Did he?
- Nah, not really.

So, he doesn't even know
you're here?

- No.
- I'm leaving.

Did Roland give you the EpiPen

before the wedding?

The one that you used on Leah.

Yes. Okay?

He gave it to me in the sacristy
just after they arrived.

I'm the one who injected
Leah and she's dead.

How do you think
that makes me feel?

Nerida.

Just one more thing.

Do you know anyone
called Tallulah Wells?

She and Thom have been
texting up a storm recently.

Good to see Thom is moving on
at his usual speed.

At least I'll still have
our seating

and food preferences ready.

Tallulah was fiancee
number three.

Hello.

Say hi to Roland.

Roland paid 200K to Nerida
after the wedding,

which is high, but it's not
a million miles away

from her usual rate.

I still think they're up to something.

You know, she called him

the minute
she got out of the church.

Did you find anything else
in her emails?

- Like maybe a guest list?
- No.

I'm thinking I'm going to need
to physically access

her hard drive.
Beth said she'd help.

Did you have a planner
on your big day?

Okay, I'm off to meet
our fiancee number three

Tallulah Wells,
but you and Beth have a ball.

Wait. Was your one a ball?

Was it a disco?

Tallulah, tell me, were
there harder drugs involved?

No, Thom had been
drinking a lot

which was causing mega issues
with him and Leah.

But he heard through friends
that I got sober

after the breakup,
and so that's why

he called me,
because he knew he needed help.

And you're still helping him,
aren't you?

You were there the other day
when I visited.

How did you know?

Because this

matches the exact
lip shade you're wearing now.

Thom's always medicated
his feelings,

and he's doing that now.

So, that's why I went over

because, you know,
he needs time.

Hm.

Okay, so that first time that he
called you about getting sober,

what was he stressed about?

I mean, he was in love.
He was getting married.

He was worried Leah was
going to get cold feet

just like the rest of us did.

Well, if you were
number three then...

Leah was fiancee
number four? Five!

Yeah.
Thom's a hopeless romantic.

I guess. Hopeless anyway.

But all his relationships ended.

Yeah.

So, four young women
decided not to marry this...

this really handsome, eligible,

soon to be incredibly
wealthy guy

right before they're due
to walk down the aisle

with no outside pressure
from anyone?

I can't tell you. Like, even if
I wanted to, I literally can't.

Right. Let me just make
a few wild guesses, okay?

And you tell me
if I'm hot or cold.

Okay, boy meets girl and
everything's hearts and flowers

and suddenly
he pops the question.

And then Dad enters the story.

And it doesn't look like love.

Not true love, not to him.

So, he tells the girl it's
in her best interest to leave,

and he offers her a hefty sum

if she'll just break the whole
thing off and sign an NDA.

How am I doing?

Yeah. Rich bullies.

They're not very original.

Did you know Leah Howell?

Um. Yeah.

I met her through Cat.

We had some mutual friends,

but I stopped seeing them

once I quit drinking.

And you weren't jealous
or anything?

You weren't trying
to get him back.

I still really care about
Thom as a friend.

But nothing could ever make me

want to go back
to Bletchley House.

Roland was right, you know.

What me and Thom had,
it wasn't real love.

Why do you say that?

I took the money, didn't I?

I have an exclusive
arrangement with Bloem.

They could be your
floral stylist.

The flowers are divine.

Hm.
Except I'm in the Navy.

So what about
an under the sea thing?

Uh, because I'm the bride,
you're the bridesmaid,

and I don't want
a themed wedding.

Madison's right.

Under the sea is a bit more
school dance

than glamour wedding.

Never went. Wouldn't know.

So, here's what I'm thinking.

I'm seeing lots of
blues and greens.

You know, bridesmaids
dressed as mermaids, right?

Maybe some seashells up here,
you know? Um--

You should know,
I very rarely

take on events
under a certain scale.

Why? What kind of price tag
would we be looking at

for you to pull together
Madison's dream wedding?

Prices start at 120,000.

Are you okay?

Um...

Oh!

I'll get you a napkin. Hold on.

Um, I'm...

I'm so sorry. Did you... Sorry.

- Did you say $120,000?
- Afraid so.

- Um, dollars?
- Yes.

- Okay.
- Starting price.

- So, it goes upwards?
- Yes, upwards.

Right, and this is just
for you, not for anything else.

That covers
a variation of things.

So, if we became friends,

would you do, like,
a mates' rates?

You know your requests
are getting

weirder and weirder now.

Did you bring it?

Be careful.

I know how you feel
about Roland,

but that bee is still
my prime suspect.

- Mm-hmm.
- What are you doing?

Creating the world's
smallest line-up.

Now, this little chap

I found already deceased
at Roland's gate.

You know about the hives
on Roland's property.

- Right?
- I do.

I've got the number
of a bee expert

at the uni, if you want.

Yeah, sure, and what about
the fact

that Roland's been bribing
the women

in Thom's life to leave,

providing they sign an NDA?

- That I didn't know.
- Uh-huh.

And Leah's the only one
who refused to sign it.

Huh!

Well, they look
pretty identical to me.

You know, a dead bee on
the outskirts of the property

doesn't prove anything. Right?

But you should give
the bee guy a call.

See if your hunch checks out.

Yeah, I will.

You cannot get cold
feet. Do you understand that?

I've told you I won't.

Relax. All of this will be over
in 24 hours.

Just listen to me
for once in his life.

None of this is Thom's fault.

Do you think
I don't know that?

I made a promise to his mother.

You'll understand one day.
God help me.

When it comes to Roland,

apparently
Nerida records everything.

Which is lucky because
we came up empty

on a guest list. Again.

No, this is better.

There's just one more thing.
I need to check.

If it's in Nerida's office,

I don't think
I can go back there.

No, no. Somewhere else.

But I think we might be underdressed.

This isn't what I thought
you meant by underdressed.

Okay, now get ready.

And if anyone sees us,

try to act inconspicuous.

I don't like this.

Just relax, would you?

They smell fear.
They'll go for you.

Ugh! What are we...
Whoa!

What?
What are we looking for again?

Ooh, this.

You see at the beginning
of an extraction,

they use a low voltage
electrical plate

to attract the bees.

It's something to do
with pheromones.

Uh-huh.

And then when the bee lands...

on the plate

with a low current,

its natural inclination
is to deposit bee venom.

Hi, Nerida. Hi Roland.
Nice day for it.

Clearly. Ms. Crowe, you're not
an active listener.

Madison?
What are you doing here?

- Long story.
- Yeah, but a good one.

It's about a nasty man
buying off his son's fiancees

threatening them with NDAs.

We know that you couldn't
stand Leah,

and Thom will testify to that.

We also know that the EpiPen,
the one that

you insisted on
holding before the wedding,

was tampered with.

This is ridiculous.

And we know about the call
you made to Nerida

the day before the wedding.

Something about a promise
you made to your wife

and Nerida saying it'll all be
over in 24 hours.

Alexa, please stop.

And the bee?

Yes, the bee that was
in Leah's bouquet

looks identical to the ones
you keep at Bletchley House.

Ah!

- Are you finished?
- Yeah, yeah.

Huh! Yes.

I paid off those women
for their own good

as much as anything else.

My son's life is a train wreck,

and I didn't want him dragging
some poor girl down.

So, I offered them
each a fortune,

which they all took
except for Leah.

So, how to get rid of her, eh?

I had no idea the EpiPen
had been tampered with.

And my phone call
with Nerida...

I was telling Roland the wedding
would be over in 24 hours.

He mentioned you
having cold feet.

Because this is the fifth
Thom Coney wedding

I've been booked for.

Word was getting around
that I was a jinx.

And as for my bees,
they're Meliponina,

a native stingless species.

I was acting on a hunch,

a hunch that ruled out
Roland Coney.

It's okay to make mistakes sometimes.

It wasn't a mistake.

Oh!

Hey! It's a message
from your bee guy.

- You have a bee guy?
- He's not my bee guy.

Okay. Roland was correct.

The bee that I found and the bee
in Leah's bouquet

were indeed a stingless variety.

But wait, there's more.

"The venom is most likely from
a species like Apis Mellifera.

"The average lethal dose
of the venom to a human

"is about 2.8 milligrams
per kilo of body weight.

"But Leah's reading was
8 milligrams

more than double that."

Whoa!

How does he explain that?

He can't.

She's coming.

Oh, look, the bridal party.

Look, before you kick us out,

we just wanted to apologize
for lying to you

and for wasting your time.

And now what?

You don't believe I'm capable
of being an accessory to murder?

Thank you very much.

You're so welcome.

What do you want?

A guest list
and the seating chart

for the Coney wedding ceremony.

Not happening.

Look, we know that you had
nothing to do

with Leah's death,

but I've watched
the wedding video,

and one of the guests was
filming the ceremony

on a mobile.

If we know who we might be
able to work out

what really happened.

Please. For Thom.

He doesn't deserve any of this.

You know that.

We did it.

The alternate wedding footage.

We finally got it.

How did you do that?

Nerida was feeling helpful.

And our mystery hand
belongs to...

Thom's 13-year-old cousin, Elton.

Who was perving on
some fitness influencer

he recognized in the third row

and accidentally filmed
the whole thing.

And he just gave it to you?

- She offered him 50 bucks.
- Yeah.

How does that work,
by the way?

Do I just invoice Harry or...?

Oh, wait, do I need a receipt?

Uh-huh.

Nice camera work, Elton.

There she is. There's Leah.

Look.

Is Cat wiping her sweat?

Leah does not look well.

I thought Cat's
statement said that

Leah was fine,
that she had zero symptoms.

Yeah, it did.

Dang, I wish we could hear what
she was saying to Leah.

Oh, she said it's just nerves.
You're going to be fine.

Take a deep breath
and lean on Roland

if you're shaking.

Oh, my cousin Steve,
he taught me how to lip read

when we were little.

Oh!

Oh, my God! Help! Help!

Who are you, really, Cat?

Oh, not you. The other one.

Who rang the doorbell?

Delivery for you.

Oh.

Sorry, Thom.

Oh.

Hello.

Oh, this is a terrible time.

Oh, I know, I just came
to thank you so much

for the beautiful flowers.

Oh, they were from Thom not us,
but you're welcome.

Bloem roses.

Where does that idea
even come from?

I can get Jada to send you
our PR kit. It's all in there.

No, no, just the elevator
pitch, please.

- Then I'll leave you alone.
- Fine.

Um, Leah and I were working
for this florist

total nightmare.

We dreamed of starting our
own fusion floral brand.

One hundred percent female,
owned and operated.

That sounds cool.

One weekend, we're working
on an installation

for a friend's wedding

when Leah mixes in
a Persian palette by accident.

Oh! Well, that is where
the Bloem came from.

One of the guests flipped out.

Said she'd hire us
for her wedding,

and it took off from there.

We went out on our own,
and I used my life savings

to get us through
the first month.

No idea how we survived,
but we did and now...

Here you are.

Hey, uh, did Thom entering
the equation change anything?

Uh, not at all.

Leah didn't want the Coney's
involved in our work.

Cat the courier needs you.

And there's an issue
with the Riley order.

Thanks.

Gosh, pretty soon you're going
to need an assistant

all of your own.

So, Cat says
everything's going great.

I have suppliers threatening us
on social media

and I haven't been paid
in two months.

No!

I'm only telling you this

because... I'm quitting.

She keeps promising that
everything's going to be okay,

but she's been saying that
since even before Leah.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Please don't tell Cat.

No, no, no. I won't say a word.

Uh, it's just
that that bouquet, um...

Was that Leah's own wedding
bouquet? The very one?

Cat had it preserved in
silica gel for memory sake.

I hate it being there

makes me feel even
guiltier about leaving.

Jada, some help loading the van
would be good.

Hey, Mads.

Get me a list of all
the organic chemists and labs

operating commercially
in the city,

especially ones who could make
injectables for flowers.

Hello. Jada from Bloem.

So nice to finally meet you
in person.

Yeah. You toom Jada.

So, we're having some major

computer issues down at Bloem,

and Cat wanted me to grab

a hard copy of our account.

Like, um, orders, outstanding
invoices, that sort of thing.

Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

Good news,
the money came through.

Excuse me.

Your outstanding invoices...

paid in full this morning.

Wonderful.

Oh, that is smashing.

Oh, another one?

Suddenly, we're
a Hen's party destination.

Are you taking off your shirt,
Reuben?

Eh? No.

They come for the excellent
coffee and the nice view.

Oh, you mean the harbour. Right.

- So, your hunch was right?
- Of course, it was.

Which Cat Van Cooten
is actually Katharine Jones.

A high school dropout
with a surprisingly colourful,

petty crime record.

When did she change her name?

Around the same time
she met Leah.

I guess she wanted
a fresh start.

I found a bunch of
social pages with her, Leah

and a bunch with Tallulah Wells.

- Hm.
- And Bloem...

Bloem's been having
a rocky few months

paying IP lawyers for patents.

Supplies from extra Gen-X
they're in the red

over 200K.

Not anymore.

These invoices were paid in full

this morning.

How?

Cat's also in
massive personal debt.

- Ouch!
- Yeah.

I can't see
where she could have found

a spare 200K.

I think I might have an idea.

Thom, Alexa. can we talk?

Roland.

Is everything alright?

The ambulance officer said
he was unresponsive

when they found him.

Thirty more minutes.

I'm so sorry, Roland.
That must have been horrible.

You have nothing
to apologize for.

None of that matters now.

See you tomorrow.

Thank you. Thanks, Stephanie.

Tallulah.
Stephanie was number four.

Oh, sorry.

Thanks.

- Tallulah.
- Tallulah.

Number three.

So many fiancees,
it's hard to keep up.

The promise I made
my wife...

was to make sure that
Thom found someone

who wasn't just there
for his money.

So, I overreacted,
like I always do.

Every woman he brought home,
I saw as an enemy.

What kind of father...

Why was it so hard for me
to believe

that someone could love him
just for him?

You're not the only
overprotective parent

to make a bad call.

I love my son, Alexa.

Of course, you do.

All I ever wanted was for him
to have what I had,

for him to meet someone
as special as my June.

I think he finally had.

I'm going to rehab.

It's about time.

Tallulah said she'd help.

It's good Thom.

I just...

I miss Leah so much.

Be honest with me.

Have you ever met a guy
in his 30s

so desperate to make it
down the aisle?

It's pathetic.

There were four people
at my wedding.

There was my husband and me,
of course,

and two friends
from Police college.

They were the witnesses.

And my dress was purple

because I didn't own white
and I couldn't afford one.

And our reception was
takeaway Chinese.

And the first dance
was in the car park

while a Datsun car stereo
played "Crowded House."

That was still one of
the best days of my life.

There's nothing wrong
with you, Thom.

You're going to be alright.

Dad said you had some questions.

Oh, yes, just one.

Why did you give
Cat Van Wooten $200,000?

What are you doing in my seat?

Is that Leah's bouquet?

Do you have any idea
how disrespectful that is?

Now, should you really be
lecturing anyone

about disrespecting
Leah's memory

when you're the one
who killed her?

I'm sorry?

This business has really been

struggling, hasn't it?

I mean, I've seen your accounts.

It's been so frustrating for you

to watch it slowly failing.

Unable to get a loan because of
that pesky criminal record.

No. All small
businesses struggle...

at least initially.

Yes, but you were drowning.

And then one day,
as luck would have it,

you ran into your old friend
Tallulah Wells

before she got sober

and she was blabbing about
how Roland liked to pay off

Thom's girlfriends as soon as
things got serious.

You know, there's quite
a resemblance

between Tallulah and Leah,
isn't there?

You knew he had a type.

So, you set up that
little meet cute for them.

You know, Tom and Leah
would have a bit of fun,

and then Roland would pay
enough money

to keep the doors at Bloem open

and no one would get hurt.

Oh, come on.

But then that sweet little Leah,

she fell in love. Yeah.

And then not only does she not
want Roland's pay off,

she doesn't want any money
from the Coney's at all.

She wants to prove that
what she and Thom had was real.

So, your partnership,
this business

she'd give it all away for him.

Have you met Thom?

You seriously think
he's worth all that?

No. But Leah did.

And so you waited until
the night before the wedding

and you tampered
with her EpiPen.

And after you and Jada
had checked the bouquets,

you used a little bit of dextrin

to hide a bee
from Roland's estate

in her bouquet.

This bouquet.

Alright, Thom said the police
aren't sure anymore

if Leah was even stung by a bee.

So, I don't know
what you're talking about.

She wasn't.
It was you too, wasn't it?

Yeah.

You were very careful
not to prune all of the thorns

in your famous blue roses.

Because those things can
cut you up, can't they?

And then you painted
the stems with apitoxin.

That's bee venom
to the layperson.

And you could tell that Leah had
been scratched by a poison thorn

before the ceremony began

But you encouraged her
to carry on.

And then you just waited for
the bee venom to do its work.

You're insane.

How would I know anything
about apitoxin or dex, whatever?

Well, according to these,

you ordered
both of those products

from Extragenics
in the last three months.

So, now Leah's dead.

And you go to Thom
with your sob story

about how Bloem
was Leah's dream.

And if he would only invest
a little money,

say, $200,000,

he could keep a piece of
his fiancee alive.

The fiancee that you murdered.

Am I supposed to feel bad
for the Coney's?

Thom was heartbroken, Cat.

So?

He'll just move on
to the next girl by the weekend.

I told her, at least
let me ask Thom

for a loan or to invest.

She said it would make her
seem like a gold digger.

So much for taking down
the patriarchy.

Women working together.

She chose him over
our business, our friendship.

So, you killed her... for money.

Let's not pretend
this has anything to do

with female empowerment.

Nice catch.

Man, no more Hen's parties ever.
And you are right.

They weren't coming here
for the sour dough.

Well, those women don't know
what they're missing.

Hm.

I'd like to propose a toast
to a much needed break

from any more wedding talk.

- Hear, hear.
- Cheers!

Oh, actually, until Madison has
it under the sea themed wedding.

- Ooh.
- Eh, are you?

No, but if I ever do have
a wedding,

it'll involve
200 cousins coming.

So maybe I'll just elope.

You only got 200 cousins?

Well, how many have you got?

Maybe, uh...

♪ I don't pretend to know
what you want ♪

♪ When you come around
and spin my top ♪

♪ Time and again ♪

♪ Time and again ♪

♪ No fire where I lit my spark ♪

♪ I am not afraid of the dark ♪

♪ Where your words
devour my heart ♪

♪ And put me to shame ♪

♪ Put me to shame ♪

♪ When your seven worlds
collide ♪

♪ Whenever I'm by your side ♪

♪ And dust from a distant sun ♪

♪ Will shower over everyone ♪