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Now, do you have a loyalty card?

No. I'm already loyal
to someone else.

I'm actually cheating on him right now.

Your 11th coffee is free.

Oh, sweetie, didn't I make
it clear what this is?

There's not going to be
an 11th coffee.

What are you talking about?

Let's call it what it is.

This is a one-off.

It's a fleeting moment,
just a transaction.

But if you come back,
you can have your 11th.

Uh, bu-bu... I'm just using you
for your caffeine.

That's what everyone uses me for.

But if I was to tell you
that's the best

you've ever had, would you
want a loyalty card then?

If this was the best I ever had,
you wouldn't need to give it

away for free, would you?

Now stop selling yourself short.

Someday, someone, someone very special

is going to come back for that 11th coffee.

It's just not going to be me.

Oh, damn, that's good.

Kia Ora.

Kia Ora, is, uh, one of those for me?

Yeah. Only I drank it. So no.

- Great. Thanks.
- So, what you got?

Thalia Levin. Just turn 20.

She's tipped to be New Zealand's
next supermodel.

Oh, yeah? Well, she's pretty.

Unlike the scene.

Thalia was set to make her
runway debut

at a big fashion show.

Night of the dress rehearsal,
she was found

backstage sick as a dog.

I'm taking it.
It wasn't stage fright.

Vomiting. Turned into
hallucinations, turned into

seizures, turned into respiratory failure.

Medics tried to rescue her,
but she died at the scene.

From first symptom to time of death.

About four and a half hours.

Well, call me crazy, but tox report?

No, none of the usual suspects.

Medical examiner returned
an inconclusive ruling.

Thalia's boyfriend, Trey,
is not very happy with that.

He wants to know how his
girlfriend was one minute

walking for Jem la Taachi.

The next, she was dead
on the bathroom floor.

Jem la Taachi is still around.

Yeah, it's supposed
to be his big comeback.

He handpicked Thalia to walk for him.

Jem la Taachi used
to work with Faith Cooper.

The supermodel in the '80's and '90's.

Still does.
Faith is the star of the show.

Thalia was the support act.

Still, every inch the icon I see.

Thalia's boyfriend Trey thinks
someone must have slipped

something in a water bottle
at some point during the day.

Something an autopsy didn't pick up.

There were death threats
into her phone

leading up to the event.

Several a day.

Well, you know.

Beautiful women with high
profiles attract trolls.

Yeah.

What?

The day Thalia died,
they cancelled the show.

Well, yeah, well, look, mercenary.

They just strutted over her body.

Yeah, but now it's back
on end of the week.

The designer works with
the same crew, the same models.

So all of the people that were there

when Thalia had died,
they're back in the venue now.

Busy preparing for Friday.

So...

So what if there's someone
there that has a grudge

against these models?

Now, do you really think
that's very likely?

Oh, she's gorgeous. Who is she?

Hinewai Henare.

Your sister?

She got scouted at the mall
a couple of months ago.

She's certainly got the bone
structure for it.

Hinewai stepped into Talia's place.

Number two to Faith Cooper.

Well, why didn't you say so, Harry?

Trey Harris?

Hey, I'm fully booked today,
but I can

maybe squeeze you in tomorrow.

Nice ink.

Ah, thanks.

Your girlfriend.

You're not here
for the class, are you?

Hell, no.

I know a cop when I see one.

Oh, thank you.
But I'm not a cop anymore.

I would just like to ask you

what you think happened
to Thalia Levin.

Good. It's about time.

I'll be back in ten.
That's my place up there.

Well, tell me, did Talia
have any enemies?

No. She was the most decent
human being I ever met.

And yet someone was sending
her nasty messages.

"You're dead."
"Watch your back."

Don't. I can't.

Any ideas who?

I told her to change her number,
get rid of her socials.

But she said no.

Said it was part of the job.

She was going to be famous.

From just the one job?

Her and Jem la Taachi signed this big deal

with some huge brand overseas.

Okay.

She couldn't even tell me
all the details.

After the show,
Jem was going to take it

to Europe around the world.

Leaving you behind.

Well, it takes a very
well-adjusted man

to cope with all of that.

You know, you go off and suddenly

become successful, famous.

Meet the love of my life and had
to share her with the world.

It ain't easy.

I didn't care about the fame.

Or the attention she got.
I just...

I knew the scene was dodgy.

I felt like something bad might
happen, but I didn't

do anything about it.

"Hidden Jem." My true
story from Rags to Riches.

Number one bestseller in 1994.

This shirt is just outrageous.

I love that '90s la Taachi look.

I can't believe you know
who he is.

You would have been an embryo when he was

at the height of his powers.

Nineties is very now, darling.

Everybody wants to look
like Faith Cooper.

Well, they're in luck because
Jem's Runway show

is her big comeback and his.

The icons return.

So when do we get to meet her?

Madison, can you contain
turn yourself?

Goodie bags, designer clothing,
free drinks.

- I'll try. But...
- Alright, then. Let's go.

- Now?
- Yep.

Give me a minute.
I'm not dressed for it.

Please you are born ready.

Look, do we have a good cover story?

We'll need access passes.

You can't just blind your way
into these things, Alexa.

Sorry, I don't keep you
on my list.

We are late because there
was an unacceptable

delay at the airport.

Where's Jem?

I bring my client here all the way

from Sydney at very short notice.

And you're not prepared?

I don't know about you, darling,
but I'm ready to walk.

- I am ready to walk. Oh.
- No, no, no.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

Find me when you've got the lanyards.

I can't believe
that you just did that.

Don't you know who I am?

This is amazing.

I once spent an entire week's
rent on a la Taachi scarf

at a vintage store in Melbourne.

Well, maybe he'll give you
a discount code

now that you're working for it.

Do you think?

I'm going to go and find
anything that could make a girl

so violently ill that she would die.

And I'll go find my fellow models.

Can I help you?

I hope so.

I'm looking for whoever's
in charge of this place.

That would be me. Sammy Fisher,
head of hair and makeup.

Oh. Alexa Crowe.
The Crowe's Nest Agency.

Oh, okay. I love that name.
Who do you rep?

Madison Feliciano.
We just flew in.

Just wanted to check that the
setup would work for Madison.

Um. Yeah. Was there anything
in particular?

No, I, um, I nearly said no
when Jem phoned

because of that girl who died at rehearsal.

Oh, God. Thalia Levin.

Look, you've got nothing
to worry about, okay?

We fired the caterers, did
a deep cleanse, and I replaced

all of my products.

Really? All of them?
Every single one?

Yes. Well, Jem insisted
he was devastated.

Not that I'm saying
there was anything here

that made her sick but it wasn't nice.

Very sorry. That poor girl.

And she was on the cusp of big things

too, an international deal.

Oh, Jem would probably
not want me to say that.

No, well, Thalia did mention
something, although

she wasn't supposed to.

But you know how it is.
No secrets in my makeup chair.

I suppose it doesn't matter now.

Look, your girl has nothing to worry about

as long as she's not headlining.

I would have thought that Faith Cooper

would be a great mentor
for the young models.

Have you met Faith?

- Yes?
- Hi, Faith.

Alexa Crowe.
The Crowe's Nest Agency.

I have representation thank you.

Uh, Jem asked me to check on you.

Oh, I interrupted your workout.

So who are you really?

That bag screams,
"I don't work in fashion."

And as for Jem's, sending
someone to check on me as if.

You got me.

Sammy told me that you were
staying here with her.

I'm investigating Thalia Levin's death.

So, what are you? Police?

Not exactly.
I'm helping them out.

Oh. Good for you. Poor girl.

I hear she was the next Faith Cooper.

The old one is still alive
and kicking. Thank you.

I see that.

Look, I'm all for body
positivity.

Everyone's beautiful, but these young girls

today, they are just so fragile.

And Jem buys into it.

He pats them on the shoulder,
mops up their tears.

Do you know what
he would have said to me

if I had cried before a big show?

I'm guessing it wouldn't have
been warm and fluffy.

Martini, Alexa, come on.

No. It's a bit early
in the day for me. Thanks.

But I got to say
I'm kind of star struck.

I remember pictures of you wearing

Jem la Taachi's fallen angel gown.

It's in a fashion house
in New York now.

Shame, but I could still
fit it like a glove.

Well, you're wearing an updated
version this Friday, so.

Rising Angel, this one is called.

Jem says it represents
a rebirthing, a farewell

to the bad old days of fashion.

Pretentious git.

Hey, um, would you mind awfully
if I used your bathroom?

Yes. If you're quick.
My reflexologist is on her way.

Right. I see.

Um. Hi.

Should I be freaked out
that you're taking

photos of my photos?

I-I just loved your hat
in that one.

I'm Madison.
I just landed from Sydney.

Oh. Are you taking my place?

No. What?

I've just stepped into
a big walk of the finale.

Me and Faith Cooper before
I was part of the opening.

Right. You're Hinewai, um,
working with Faith Cooper.

That's amazing.

Faith is incredible.

She's smart, professional,
and she owns that catwalk.

What is she like to hang out
with? Is she friendly?

- She doesn't talk to any of us.
- Oh.

Anyway, welcome. But probably
stop with the stalking thing.

Sorry. I guess people
are paranoid, yeah.

I heard what happened to Thalia Levin.

A sudden overdose or something?

Uh-uh, girl was clean living as.

Oh, right.

My brother's a cop.

He reckons there's something
dodgy about what happened.

Is there anyone that, like,
didn't like Thalia?

Everyone loved her.
We all get on great.

Except for Faith.

That Ice Queen didn't bat an eyelid

when she found out that
Talia was dead.

I asked the girls about drugs,
who takes what?

That kind of thing.
And now half of them think

I'm trying to score, so that's fun.

But mostly I found out
that no one's hardcore using.

This isn't the '90s.

And success.

The death threats?

Well, the app has end-to-end
encryption

and it doesn't store any data,
but I have a general location.

Martin Reserve?

Yeah, looks like a little park thing.

No. I know it.
I was there this morning.

Oh, hi. I just let myself in.

Yeah, I can see that.
What the hell?

I just want to ask you
one question.

Your business number
and your personal number

are the same, right?

Yeah.

So how come you've got
two charges?

I don't know.
Someone must have left one here

after a party or something.

You have a lot
of parties here, do you?

Oh. Go ahead. Get that.

It's fine.

No, I insist. Get it.

Yeah.

It's for you.
Someone called Madison.

What kind of man sends his
own girlfriend death threats?

I loved Talia.
I'll always love her.

I just... I wanted her
to move in with me.

Call me dumb, but what happened
to just asking her?

I did, obviously,
but she thought it was too soon.

So you just thought you'd terrify her

into changing your mind?

- She was in danger.
- Yeah. From you.

No.

This is from the last selfie
she sent me.

It was that day,
and she was still good.

We were still in love.

I wouldn't hurt her.

I didn't hurt her, I...

Honestly. She shrugged off those
messages, thought it was

probably another jealous model.

Oh, did she mention anybody
specifically?

There was one. Thalia thought
she hated her guts.

Name?

Faith Cooper.

Harry.

Got the screening back
on the pills

you swiped from Faith Cooper's.

Yeah. And?

Main ingredient is ephedrine.

Basically a diet pill,
but one that got taken off

the market both here and in the US.

So illegal, but not deadly.
I'll keep looking.

A little boy from a state house.

I mean, no education, no money.

But you know what trumps
poverty and bad luck?

Talent. And Jem
has that in spades.

Enduring talent
and an enduring friendship.

I mean, I can't tell you
what it means

to be working with this man again.

All the years melt away.

Sorry.

Well.

Would you look at that.

It went well.

All the years melt away.

Can you stop reminding people
how old we are?

You know what's more undignified
than someone drinking so much

that they fall into a champagne table?

The floor was wet.

A has been.
Who's trying to deny her age.

One, I can hold my drink.

And two, you haven't done it yet, have you?

You promised me that you would
pitch me for that branded deal.

Oh, my God.
You are a ghoul.

Thalia is barely cold in the ground.

Those corporate bean-counters
don't care.

They just want a face for their
brand. And I will be that face.

Are you high?

They wanted youthful.

Hopeful.

They want a face of a generation
who give a crap

about something other than themselves.

You are Jem la Taachi.

You tell them what you want.
And you want me.

- I can't do that.
- Why, Jem?

Perhaps you've lost your sway.
Have you?

Or maybe you've just lost
your power... Jeffrey.

Noah.

- Noah?
- Yes. Hello.

So, um, how am I supposed
to get my coffee fix

when there's no grinder?

Because I told you days ago
that one of those little scouted

at the mall things has clearly stolen it.

You know what?
Don't, don't worry.

I need a real drink.

Definitely not a bathroom.

Wait. Does Faith know
you're in here?

No. And if she finds out, she's
definitely going to blame you.

Not a fan of the catering?

Hi, Jem.

Darling. It's been so long.

You don't know me.

I'm Alexa. I'm helping
the police close out

this investigation into Thalia's death.

There's an investigation?

Just a few unanswered questions.

That poor beautiful Thalia.

I heard that, uh, Thalia
and Faith didn't get along.

Huh.

Well, pure soul didn't
stand a chance.

Once Faith got her jealous
beady eyes on her.

I thought you and Faith
were friends. Collaborators.

I hired her because
I'm too kind. It was a favor.

I thought the world of fashion was more

doggy-eat-dog than that.

People like me don't forget
where we come from.

Faith was there when I had nothing.

Well, it is very nice to meet
the legendary Jem la Taachi.

Enjoy your book.

It's alright for him.

Man goes grey and he's a silver fox.

Woman goes grey
and she's just an old hag.

You don't have greys anymore, babe.

I mean, where would
that pretentious piece of be

if it wasn't for me?

Come for a drink
with me, Sammy. Darling.

I can't. I'm working.

Oh, my God. Look at your skin.
You're gorgeous.

Thank you.

She doesn't need you. Come on.

I can't just bail and everyone
forgives me because I'm famous.

But I need you.

I can't.

I can.

What, you?

You turned your nose up
at my martini yesterday.

Well, today I'm thirsty.

Hey. I know this great place.
Discreet. Terrific wine list.

Stunning view. Let's go.

Alright. I'm in.

Oh, God. Your agents
are a god send, but I hope

she realizes what she's
getting herself into.

Oh, Alexa can hold her own.

Actually, what are you doing
after work and Faith's out.

Maybe I'll have some
of the girls for a wee drinky.

I'm in.

Top up.

Thank you.

So what's your name handsome?

Um, Faith Cooper!

No, darling. That's my name.

This is Reuben.
Best coffee in Auckland.

Oh.

You were on my bedroom wall.

If only those walls could talk.

Okay, I'll be back in a sec.

Reuben's so star struck. But
I don't even know who that is.

Ask your father. He'll know.

Hey, Reuben, come here.

Have you ever seen
a coffee bean like that?

No. Don't put it in your mouth.

You're thinking the same thing
what I'm thinking.

A couple of years ago, there was
talk about the potential use

of these in bio weaponry.

It's a castor bean.

100%.

I'm so lost.

I think your girlfriend
wants you.

And a castor bean is used
to make ricin. Right?

Which is deadly when extracted,
then ingested or even touched.

Harry was right to be worried.

Help yourself to anything
in the fridge girls.

Just not the champagne
that belongs to you know who.

Faith lives with you?

Oh, she stays with me
when she's in Auckland.

I imagined her in some flash hotel.

Oh, just between you and I, both
those years, finding herself

in Bali didn't come cheap.

Faith Cooper's broke.

Oh, no, no, not broke.

Just not as obscenely rich
as she once was.

Has this song already played?

Oh, I do not know how
to work my stereo. Excuse me?

Darling I've had
to claw my way to the top.

Now, I'm just pushed aside
by some Insta famous bint

with one facial expression.

You're still the star.

It wasn't handed to me
on a platter, Alexa.

- Fashion's a bitch.
- And then you die.

You think I killed her,
don't you?

Well, did you?

Hand them back.

- What?
- My diet pills.

You took them.
What were you going to do?

Test them to see if I poisoned Thalia.

Already did that.

Hmm.

Well, what did you expect?
You've got quite a reputation.

And what do people in your
industry say about you?

I don't know. Nobody's got
the guts to say it to my face.

The truth.

Every time I looked at Thalia,
I saw myself 30 years ago.

Hated that gormless little twit.

But I didn't murder her.

- Morning.
- Shh.

What's wrong with you?

- Big night.
- Big night doing what?

Kamikaze shakers with Faith Cooper.

Faith Cooper. Supermodel.

Why didn't you invite me along?

She would eat you for breakfast.

Well, I probably wouldn't
object to that.

How do you know Faith Cooper, anyway?

She didn't murder someone,
did she?

Except maybe you and a few cocktails.

Will.

What are you doing here?

Present for you. To say thanks.

Artisanal oak aged buffalo butter.

Per kilo value of that
is more than caviar.

Very hard to get. But I've got
a dealer, so you know

you're in luck.

Thought it might taste good
on your sourdough.

Well, that's very thoughtful.

I'm just trying to butter you up.

Come on, then. Give it a whirl.

You want to make some coffee?

We can, um,
test drive this bad boy.

No, no, no. I've got to run.
Maybe next time.

Hey. Thank you for what?

Believing in me.

My landscaping business picked
up its first contract.

Oh, she lives.

So much to tell you.

Last night, the girls invited
me to their discord

and they've uploaded hours and
hours' worth of video footage

from the night of.

I found a castor bean
in Faith's dressing room.

As in someone was making ricin.

Severe gastro reaction,
respiratory failure, death,

plus virtually impossible
to pick up in an autopsy.

Is there anybody here
who could plausibly know

what to do to turn a castor been deadly?

Didn't you find it in Faith's room?

Well, I'm keeping an open mind.

- You like her, don't you?
- Hmm.

Well, I like Sammy, too, but...

Sammy's creating her own
skincare range.

It came to nothing. She's got
boxes of this stuff

in a cupboard.

That means she knows how to turn
ingredients into something else.

Like castor bean waste into ricin.

But why would Sammy want Thalia
gone? It doesn't make sense.

And she's kind of useless
with technology.

I'm not sure she'd even know
how to access the dark web.

Oh, that's where
castor beans come from?

- At a guess.
- And illegal diet pills?

Probably.

Well, that puts my new drinking
buddy back in the frame.

It's a shame. Just as I was
beginning to like her.

Hangover cure. Go on.

Yeah. What's in this?

Hot sauce, lemon juice and gin.

You know, hair of the dog
doesn't cure a hangover.

It just delays it.

What crawled in your knickers?

You should try castor oil.

Go on.

Yeah, well, the waste product
of castor oil, you know,

bits of the beans that are left
over when you mash them up.

No, that sounds like too much faff.

I think I'll stick with this.

So tell me about Sammy Fisher.

Well...

If it weren't for me, she'd still be

selling foundation to pensioners
at department stores.

Why does her own skincare
range never take off?

- What, she told you about that?
- Uh-huh.

Probably because she doesn't
have a head for business.

She should stick to what she's good at.

But you are going to be
the face of her brand.

Only as a favor to her.

But then I had to pull out
because it was taking too long

and investors got cold feet.

She been going on about that again.

God, she's a bitter old cow.

Faith doesn't know what ricin
is or how to make it.

And I'm not just saying
that because I like her.

I'm not even sure I do anymore.

Oh, Jem always had an eye
for fashion, even as a child.

Alexa, the day she died,
did we know that Thalia

went into Faith's dressing room?

But everybody knows that Faith was late

to the show that evening.

So what's she doing in there?

Wait, somebody followed her.

Look at the timestamp.
It's about 15 minutes after.

Oh, bugger.

No, not Hinewai.
She's so sweet.

And yet she and Thalia
were alone in that dressing room

for 10 minutes in the house before

Thalia started feeling sick.

Hinewai doesn't drink.
She doesn't do anything.

Madison. She replaced Thalia in
that show that gives her motive.

- And opportunity.
- She's Harry's sister.

Take your time.
Take your time.

Beautiful. Beautiful. Slower.
Slower. Slower. Lovely.

That's lovely.
Oh, my word. Beautiful.

Isn't she fabulous?

Ah, yes.

When did you decide that Hinewai
was the one to replace Thalia?

I'd never considered anyone
replacing Thalia.

So after Thalia's death.

That's when she was approached.
Yes, of course it was.

So up until that moment, Hinewai
wouldn't have had any clue

that she was next
on the list, so to speak.

But if she was smart, she would.

Just from the order of the call sheet.

Her and Thalia were very close,
and she's handled

the tragedy very well.

I know Faith always calls
them little snowflakes,

but they're much tougher
than that, these girls.

And Hine... well,
she's evidence of that.

Would you excuse me for a minute?

Darling Hine. Beautiful.
Beautiful. Just beautiful.

- Hey.
- Hi.

What's up?

Oh. Just thought
we should have a catch-up.

Okay.

So, Madison seems to be getting
on really well with Hinewai.

Yeah. Hine mentioned
the new girl. She likes her to.

Feel a bit guilty. She doesn't
know the truth, though.

Yeah. Seems like a nice kid.

Sure.

She's got a bit of a temper
on her, though.

Like most of the Wahine
in my family.

Oh, wow.

So, um, what kind of friends

does she have, like, outside of modeling?

I don't know. All sorts.

Boyfriend, girlfriend?

Not currently.
She's too much of a swot.

Oh, right.
Yeah, the engineering degree.

Right. But then modeling came
along and uh she ditched it.

Took a break from it.

That's worked out quite well
for her, though, hasn't it?

Because now she's the star of the show.

Alexa, are you investigating
my sister?

No, no, no.

But you know. As you know,
I have to keep an open mind

and something's come up,
so I would

not be doing my job if I did...

She's my baby sister.

Yeah, and I've got a baby
brother, and he just landed

his first landscaping
contract and 99% of me

is so happy for him.

- The other 1%.
- Hine's not Will.

But you can't seriously think
that she's involved.

No. 99%. No, but we should put
that 1% to bed.

I went into that room
for the same reason Thalia did.

We just wanted to see
the Rising Angel dress.

No one had seen her up close.

It wasn't even on site
till that day.

See? Simple explanation.

And I can't wait
to hear the explanation

about how Madison's agent
is suddenly an undercover cop.

Well, she's not a cop.
More of a friend of the cops.

Does Madison know you're
not a real agent, Alexa?

Oh, what?
Madison's undercover, too.

Grrr. I really liked her.

Hinewai?

What was Thalia doing when you walked

into Faith's dressing room?

She was just standing there,
looking at the dress.

It was hanging up in Faith's
wardrobe, but neither

of us touched it.

Oh, I think you might be
wrong about that.

I think she did touch that dress.

Hey, nice work, guys.
I'll see you Thursday.

Hey, Trey. Relax.
I come in peace.

Just wanted to get another look at that

impressive ink of yours.

So you said the tattooist
did this off a selfie

that Thalia took, right?

She sent it to me that morning.

You still got that photo?

Of course, it's the last message
she ever sent me.

Hmm.

Please. Come on in.

Help yourself.

This is the Rising Angel dress,
right?

The one and only.

Would you like to see it on?

I'm not meant to give any
previews, but what the hell?

Um, I got a better idea.

Let's go visit your murderer.

What?

Someone wanted you dead, Faith.
And now I know who.

Come along.

Alexa, you...
This is private property, Alexa.

Just relax, Jeffrey.

- What did you call me?
- Jeffrey Latimore.

Okay. I don't know
what Faith has been

saying, but she's dreamed it up.

Okay. You know,
her brain is fried.

Faith did tell me a few things,
but I didn't need her

to tell me that you killed Thalia.

I figured that out all on my lonesome.

- I adored Thalia.
- Hmm.

She was my inspiration.
She was my muse.

I created this whole collection around her.

You did? Why wasn't she
the star of your show, then?

Oh, wait a minute.
She was meant to be.

Only your former muse.

Your oldest friend couldn't handle it.

When Faith heard you were making a comeback

with Thalia, she was furious.

She was being replaced.

She wanted in.
But you didn't want her.

You know, has it crossed your mind

that she did something
to Thalia.

Yes, Jeffrey. Yes, it did.

Then why are you speaking to me?

And you know, it's Jem.
Okay? Jem la Taachi.

Well, let's talk about Jem la Taachi.

The plucky little poor kid
who fought his way up

from the bottom of the heap.

This is an excellent work
of fiction.

And what does it say?
Hang on, I marked it.

Uh... oh!
On the mean streets of Rome

Our family could barely afford
to eat most nights.

Look, what is this now?
Are you poverty shaming me?

Jeffrey Latimore,
you are about as Italian

as a frozen pizza now,
Faith confirmed that.

Oh you believe that lush.

That lush came to you and she demanded

that you make her the star of the show.

Otherwise she was going to expose

what you truly are to the world.

And let's face it, a rich boy pretending

to be a scrappy underdog
from a migrant background.

Who's going to be cancelled
faster than that?

I am an artist, okay?
And an artist interprets.

And who are you to tell me

that my interpretation
of my past isn't authentic?

You're a trust fund baby
from Toorak, mate.

Your parents put you through
design school, but you told all

your classmates that you were
there on a scholarship.

Oh, my.

But to be fair, you've been
telling these lies

so long, you may even
believe your own crap.

But you didn't want Faith
spilling the beans.

And you didn't want her
in your show.

So you bought castor beans
off the dark web.

Same place you got Faith those
crazy diet pills. Am I right?

Ground the beans into ricin
powder using the coffee grinder

you took from Faith's dressing
room, then transferred

the ricin into the lining
of the dress

that Faith was to wear.

This one right here.

With Faith gone, you could romp
off on your new career

with Thalia as your new muse.

But you forgot.

The new generation of models
idolizes Faith Cooper.

They've seen her on magazine
covers, ads, billboards.

On the morning of the dress
rehearsal, Thalia

snuck into Faith's room
for a peek at that dress.

She couldn't help herself.
She tried it on.

She took a picture for her boyfriend

and then put it back in Faith's wardrobe.

When she collapsed half an hour
later, you guessed

what might have happened?

And you got the dress out of there pronto.

But you couldn't bring yourself
to dispose of your masterpiece.

That dress that's hanging
in Faith's wardrobe is a fake.

The original took you a year
and you had, what, four days?

But it shows in the detailing.

But I want to congratulate you
on your artful rip-off.

You're as mad as Faith is.

Oh, really? Here. Touch it.

Run your hand across the lining.

Faith, my sweet. Have you heard
what this mad woman is saying?

That is for Thalia.

- You believe this story?
- Sadly, Jeffrey, I do.

Come on wakey, wakey. Let's go.

Oh no, I can't move.

Oh, do you want a drink? Want
a glass of harden the hell up?

Should be used to it by now.

I'm not. Digging, the hot sun.
The 12 hour days.

It will all be worth it.

Oh yeah, that's fine for you to say.

You're the one that's gonna be
doubling your investment

without lifting a finger.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah and you're still waiting for me

to screw it up, aren't you?

Please, Will. I've already told
you. I trust you.

How about returning the favor, eh?

In fact, why don't you
come with me?

They're good company.
They don't suck.

I'm still trying
to get used to the fact

that you've got actual friends.

I tried to fend them off,
but they won't

take no for an answer.

Look at us.
Just like normal people.

Uh, curfew. I'd better not come.

We don't want the parole officer
knocking on the door, do we?

Almost.

Hey, uh, Hinewai forgives you,
by the way, Madison.

Thank God.

Does she forgive you, Harry?

She will when she gets back.

She's in Sydney shooting her
catalogue.

Oh, she'll be great.

- That's you next, eh?
- Oh, yeah?

So are we going everywhere
by limo now?

Sure. Girlfriend?

Alright, music please.

- Yo.
- Yo, yo, yo, yo.

- Go.
- Come on.