All language subtitles for My.Life.Is.Murder.S05E06

Excuse me. Hello?

Hi.

- A bit tied up there, mate?
- Yeah. Last night was my stag do.

- Looks like it was a good time.
- I mean, the golf was fun.

OK.

Let's see.

All right, this... this
is gonna hurt a little bit.

I'll be fine.

Actually,
I think I'll stay right here.

It's quite
a nice view.

You know, this works
great for my beauty therapist.

You're just gonna
have to handle it.

- Kia ora!
- Hey.

Sorry,
a bit of a hairy situation.

Oh, speaking of.

Margo Booth,

promising
young scientist;

Was the recipient of a prestigious
research scholarship;

On the way
to the top of her field.

Six weeks ago, she died
in the campus chemical science lab.

What a waste.
What happened?

Margo was working alone
on a Saturday morning

and accidentally started a fire
with an unattended Bunsen burner.

She was getting dry ice
from the store room at the time.

The sprinklers went off,
water plus dry ice equals deadly.

Margo died
from asphyxiation,

excessive inhalation
of carbon dioxide.

Well, that is really awful
but seems like an accident.

Yeah, the WorkSafe
investigation ruled that too.

But Margo's best friend,
Keri-Anne Harker,

is convinced something
isn't quite right.

You don't usually reopen cases
based on the word of a best friend.

True. Margo's brilliant,
apparently.

How does someone like her
make a mistake like that?

So what do you
think happened?

I can't really
have an opinion.

Can't have an opinion
or don't have an opinion?

Margo's supervisors
are Professor Duncan Lovell...

and...

Professor Virginia
Henare.

Sister?

No, cousin. No, c,
second cousin. Cousin-in-law!

Actually,
Virginia is...

my wife.

No.

Stop. Since when
were you married?

It's a long story.

Well, I have quite a lot
of questions, actually, Harry,

and only one or two of them
are about the case,

but let's just start
with why are we here?

Do you want me to prove
that Mrs Henare didn't do it?

She definitely
didn't do it.

- She said that?
- I don't know.

I haven't spoken to her,
not for a few years.

Access card to the chemistry
building. Just take a look for me?

A once-over to make sure
that nothing nuts is going on

before I send
a team bowling in?

- Sure.
- Really?

What are friends for,
Harry?

And you can answer
all my other questions...

later.

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by -robtor-www.addic7ed.com.

Harry has a wife?!
Who is she?

How did they meet?
When did they meet?

How long have they been married?
What is she like?

Can you just calm
the farm so we can find out?

Here, Margo Booth,
brilliant PhD student.

But what has this got
to do with Harry's missus?

OK, OK,
farm calmed.

So, one morning, Margo's
working with carbon dioxide.

She leaves a Bunsen
burner unattended.

Before you know it, whoosh,
fire, sprinklers, dry ice...

A fatal combination.
Poor Margo.

Good morning,
lab rats.

I've been using gas
chromatography mass spectrometry

to precisely identify and quantify
compounds within the sample.

GC-MS is amazing.

It's so specific. It can
identify contaminants

like toxins
and additives.

But right now,
you might be going,

'Margo, what on earth
are you talking about?'

- Yeah, a little bit, yeah.
- I'm thinking food.

Oh,
I'm OK. I just ate.

- It's all about what we eat.
- Oh, right.

And what we don't
want to eat,

like microplastics. Ew,
gross.

And in here, I have 20 everyday
foods I've examined using GC-MS.

I mean,
clearly a bright kid, right?

Yeah, too bright to leave
a fire unattended in a lab.

Exactly.

OK, I feel that I've
been very patient, Alexa.

Are we at the bit
about Harry's surprise wife yet?

Almost.

Here,
Professor Virginia Henare.

Whoa.

- Wait, she was Margo's supervisor?
- Yeah, one of them.

You're thinking Margo wasn't
alone in the lab that morning.

And I'm not
the only one.

Come along.

Oh, amazing. You absolutely
look like private detectives.

We're not exactly that. I'm
Madison, and this is Alexa.

Keri-Anne,
Margo's best friend.

Please, come in.

I'm so glad the police
took me seriously

because Margo
didn't make mistakes.

I mean,
how could a person with such an OCD

room ignore protocol she'd
followed hundreds of times?

Oh, this is where Margo
did her science videos.

That's right. I was so
stressed about her death.

- Stressed or sad?
- Sad.

It was Margo
who was stressed.

All she did
the month

before she died was work,
work, work.

That Professor Virginia
really cracked the whip.

Are you saying Margo
was unhappy about it?

I thought
she loved her work.

Unless it was an act
in the videos?

No. She was a very
genuine person.

Losing her has impacted
my studies so much.

Thankfully, I have
my creative writing as an outlet.

I'm an English
PhD student,

An Examination
of the Interplay.

Between Fashion Choice
and Emotional Despair

'in Gothic Romantic
Literature 1800 to 1850.'

Sounds very specific. Um,
tell me more about it.

Well, goth subcultures are born
from feelings of otherness.

It's
all about diversity,

open-mindedness,
freedom of expression.

Now,
as much as we'd love to hear more,

we've got a case
to investigate.

And I am
so grateful.

Not knowing
what really happened

to my best friend
is so... disruptive.

You know?

Someone is not
sold on Keri-Anne.

Well, if Harry asked
us to look into things

just because Keri-Anne
thinks we should,

then we wouldn't
be looking into them.

But you want
to meet Mrs Henare.

- Can I come too?
- No. I got another job for you.

Keri-Anne reckons
that the professor

worked Margo
too hard.

I want you to find

out if that was a common
experience.

Fine. But I want every detail,
OK? Every detail.

I love a woman
who can handle fire.

Professor Henare,
I'm Alexa Crowe.

- I'm a friend of Harry's.
- Oh.

Well,
that's a name from the past.

Well, sort of. I mean,
you do still have a surname.

This is true. So what can
I do for you, friend of... Harry's?

Well, I'm looking into the recent
death of your student, Margo Booth.

Harry sent you
to ask about Margo.

Why didn't he just
pick up the phone?

Conflict
of interest.

Margo didn't follow
safety procedures.

Well, you must have
wondered about that. I mean,

Margo was a diligent
student,

a star in the making,
by all accounts.

Which is why
it's a tragedy.

Where is that boy with my sushi?
Is he catching the tuna himself?

Oh, hello. I'm
Professor Lovell. And you are?

- Alexa Crowe. How do you do?
- She's a police detective, Duncan.

Oh, I didn't say that. I'm
just a friend of the police.

Apparently, poor Margo's
accident is no longer an accident.

Oh gosh. WorkSafe already
did a thorough investigation.

Yes,
I'm aware of that.

I mean,
we had questions ourselves.

Why would someone like Margo
break crucial safety rules?

Well, I put it
down to unbridled enthusiasm.

Margo threw herself
into her research,

which was to be admired,
of course.

But she could be impatient,
coming

in here on a Saturday
morning alone.

So it's...
as if she was on the verge

of a breakthrough

and could not wait
for a safety buddy.

A breakthrough? Well,
we'll never know, will we?

Look,
I'm in the middle of something now,

but we will help you
in any way that we can.

Of course we will. You just give us
some notice, and we're all yours.

Oh.

And please pass
on my regards to Harry.

Riding solo today?

Yeah, Alexa's catching
up with Harry's wife.

- Wait. His what?
- So you didn't know this either?

- No!
- Oh!

Why weren't we invited
to his wedding?

No,
this isn't recent.

He's had a wife
this whole time.

- Nah.
- Yeah!

Oh,
I got to take this.

Madison speaking.

Thank you so much
for calling back.

When was Professor Henare
your supervisor?

I wonder how fast a dry ice cloud
will grow when water is at it.

I'm pretty sure you
can find that info online.

Oh, yes,
yes, I know,

but I want to see how quickly
things happen in the lab

and why Margo didn't
have time to escape.

Remember all of those dry
ice deaths we found online,

including the man who used
it to store ice cream?

It leaked into his kitchen,
and see you later.

Hello,
that's why I'm outside.

Alexa!

Oops.

So,
the answer is real quick.

You could just believe
what people say

rather than proving
everything yourself.

We'd never solve anything
if we just believe what people say.

So, what's the goss
on the wife? What was she like?

Fine.

What do her
former students say?

That she's brilliant
but a little cold.

They all really love the other
supervisor, Duncan, though.

He's the friendly, fun,
if a bit absent-minded professor.

So is that code for 'not
very good at his job'?

- Kia ora.
- Hey.

Hello.

Are we going
inside?

Oh,
it'll be clear in about 45 minutes.

Which should be enough time to get
the full story on your love life.

Have you received the access
card records from campus security?

Did you email
them to me?

So you just came around to tell
Madison that you'd sent an email.

Come on, Harry.

You can run,
but you can't hide.

Yeah, OK...

She wants to know why
you didn't call her yourself.

Because
it's awkward.

10 or 12 years go by,
and I just pick up the phone and

ask her
about a dead student?

Virginia is not just
some ex-girlfriend

that you lost
touch with.

Evidently, at some point,
you married her.

All right, well,
she and her colleague

are on the same page about Margo,
an accident.

Her colleague,
Duncan Lovell.

- Yeah, that's Professor to you.
- You sound just like him.

Am I detecting a sort
of love triangle here?

He was Ginny's supervisor,
mentor back in the day.

And now they're both Margo's
supervisors, or were.

You want me
to focus on Duncan.

I can't let my opinion
cloud my judgement.

- Gotcha. You think Duncan did it.
- I want it to be Duncan.

Access cards
for the lab are encoded

with a unique
digital ID,

so every entry
and exit is logged.

With names?

It's numbers currently,
but I'm working on it.

Who is that?

Oh,
this is Professor Duncan Lovell.

Quite the rock star
scientist back in the day.

Back when he was Virginia
Henare's supervisor, you mean.

Do you think the handsome
professor swept her off her feet

and away
from Harry?

I think... that we shouldn't
gossip about our friends.

Boring.

Hey.

Make sure you know
the location of safety showers,

eyewash stations,
fire extinguishers,

and today,
I've got my safety buddy here

cos we're dealing
with carbon dioxide.

Say hi,
safety buddy.

I'm getting teacher's
pet vibes here.

Which teacher are you thinking,
though,

Professor Henare
or the science rock star?

Why not both?

Hello.

I hope this
is a better time to talk.

I have five minutes before the Chem
303 students show up.

Where were you
the morning that Margo died?

Gosh,
that's a bit on the nose.

Well, neither of us have
time for me to cushion it.

Fair point.

I was... at home when
I got the call about the fire.

- Anyone there with you?
- My cat.

Did you make any calls,
send

any emails or receive
any deliveries?

I'm not sure.

But what I do know
is I wasn't here

watching my best student
die of carbon dioxide poisoning.

On the nose.

So, friend of Harry's,
is that all that you are?

Oh, sure.

Yes, well,
we are close.

- What's he told you about me?
- Not very much.

But I do get
the feeling

that he's not much of a fan
of Professor Duncan Lovell.

Oh, grow up, Harry.

Sensing
a story there.

- Not really.
- Oh well. I won't ask.

Not you anyway.

Where can I find
Professor Lovell?

In his happy place.

- Gidday, professor.
- Alexa.

Hello again.

I just wanted to have
another little chat

about Margo Booth,
if that's OK.

And you came
all the way out here?

Oh,
why not? It's beautiful.

It is.

Do you get
out here much?

- A few times a week.
- Oh, lucky you can manage it.

Well,
it's why I have minions.

Oh,
you mean research students?

Yes. Sorry, I shouldn't say
things like that, should I?

Margo was working alone at the lab
that morning while I was...

- You were...?
- Oh, out here, probably.

- Just probably?
- No, definitely.

Because when
I got back to the car,

there were the messages
letting me know.

Were you surfing
with anyone that day?

Oh,
there's bound to be some others.

No one I can call to verify,
if that's what you'reafter.

It is.

I tend to be
in the zone.

I can relate
to that.

Tell me
about Margo.

She was a very
promising young lady,

meticulous
attention to detail,

the best work ethic I've
observed in a student.

It's one of the reasons
she won the doctoral fellowship.

- Were there other applicants?
- Of course.

Are they still
around?

Yes. Caleb Moore,
he lost out to Margo,

but we managed to find
him a part-time role.

So when she died, the fellowship
transferred to this Caleb Moore?

Look, he's been working really
hard to make up for all the time

we lost
after the accident.

He didn't benefit
from Margo dying,

if that's what you're
suggesting.

Apart from receiving
the prestigious

fellowship
he wanted.

Meet Caleb Moore,
research assistant, PhD student.

Oh,
he's got a weekly slot on student

radio talking
everyday science.

He's also got
Margo's fellowship.

But is that a strong
enough motive for murder?

If you're ambitious or jealous
or you just need the money.

Isn't he in one of Margo's
videos?

Say hi,
safety buddy.

Oh, the safety buddy
who wasn't very buddy-like.

And Margo's loss
is definitely Caleb's gain.

Our research could change
the game for plastic pollution.

Well,
that sounds really exciting.

It is.

Especially for you, right? Now
that you're the new Margo Booth.

You took over a role,
no longer the bridesmaid.

I see what you're
saying.

So, for a start, I'm a scientist,
not a kids entertainer.

Oh, you're referring
to Margo's educational videos?

The life of a PhD student
in the chemistry faculty.

Well, I think they're great,
aspirational.

I've got a slot in student radio,
Everyday Science with Caleb.

All the shows are available
online if you're interested.

What interests me

is why you mock
Margo's content

creation but it's OK
for you to do it.

Margo
was a great girl.

- Woman.
- Woman.

But she ignored
the buddy system,

and it nearly lost us
all of our research.

It could've
been a complete disaster.

A brilliant woman with a big
future lost her life, Caleb.

There's no 'could've
been' about it.

- I liked Margo.
- Not getting that from you.

Because we are working
on a project that could

literally change
the world.

And you, you're chasing a silly
theory about an accidental death.

Well,
I best leave you to it, then.

That security log, have you
turned numbers into names yet?

I have,
but there's no

one of interest
going in with Margo.

Margo arrived at 8,
never left.

Take a look
at the day before.

OK, so going all the way
back to the Friday morning...

our research
students arrive,

professors arrive
all around the same time.

And when do
they all leave?

Virginia was out of there
later that night; Duncan too.

And Caleb...

Let me hazard
a guess.

Wow.

He didn't leave on Friday,
did he?

- Hi.
- How did you get my address?

I'm a police consultant,
Caleb.

And your supervisors
are very keen to help me out.

Wait, Virginia and Duncan
know you're speaking to me?

Can I come in?

I already answered
your questions.

Oh,
but I've got more,

about you swiping
into the lab that Friday morning,

the day before Margo died,
and never swiping out.

I did so. I left
on Friday afternoon.

Without using
your card?

I always use my card, you know,
in case they're logging out hours.

Caleb, there's no record
of you ever leaving that day.

You think I stayed
the night in the lab?

And waited for Margo to arrive
the next morning? Yeah,

that's exactly
what I think.

No. No.

Um... what if, what if my,
um, card is defective?

Let's say
that it is.

Where were you
that Saturday morning?

Here. I was,
I was right here.

Alone?

Do you want me to prove
it? Is that what you're saying?

Well, I mean, that'd be handy,
especially for you.

OK, just stay here. Don't go
anywhere. I'll be right back.

Oh... God.

- And that's for you.
- Thank you.

My childhood dream,
never-ending supply of ice cream

and kids who want
to be my friend.

I'm lactose intolerant,
and kids are messy and emotional.

I've got goals
outside of ice cream.

Did you know one of the fastest
selling paperbacks of all time

was developed
from fan fiction?

I just need to finish my PhD,
then land a full-time academic job.

Then I can use some of my research
hours to write and get paid for it.

Did Margo ever mention
her colleague Caleb?

Caleb Moore? As in,
could you be 'Moore' creepy?

The last time I saw him,
we were at this party together.

He wouldn't
leave her alone.

Like a stalker?

And then there was that phone
call about two days before.

- Yes?
- I overheard her. She was upset.

He was trying to take credit
for her work or something.

She said she was gonna
report him.

- Did she?
- I heard her raise her voice.

She said, 'This isn't fair.
I'm going to report you.'

Morena.

Alexa Crowe,
would you like a muffin?

Oh.

One of my students
made them for me.

Greaser.

She's worried
that I'm too busy to eat,

but, yes, probably...
not that I'm complaining.

So, this, Caleb Moore,
he's is odd one?

Why,
are you still interested in him?

Yes, very.

Especially since I visited
him at his house.

Plus, he had an argument with Margo
in the days before she died.

She was gonna report
him for something.

I don't know
anything about that.

- Oh.
- Hello.

- Hello, Professor Lovell.
- Caleb, are you all right?

Yes. Yes, very,
very good.

Miss Crowe, Detective Crowe,
what do I call you?

Alexa's fine.

- Can we please have a chat?
- Yeah, yeah, 'course.

Would you like me to come with you,
Caleb?

No. No, no, no.

I'm just, um, helping Alexa
to understand our safety protocols.

- Good man.
- Yeah.

I'm not entirely
sure why you left.

- I looked in your fridge.
- OK, yeah, that makes sense.

- Why would you look in my fridge?
- Blood on the door.

I can... There's
a reason,

for the treasure
trove of body parts?

You're make me
sound like a freak.

Now, Caleb,
I'm not a newbie.

I know those are animal
parts and not human,

but I also know that your kitchen
has almost no cooking equipment,

and even if it did,
hearts

and eyeballs don't
make the best cuts.

Oh, jeez.

So tell me, what's the reason
for the home horror fest?

Here we go.

Let's do it.

Let's do...

There's more.

You've got this,
Caleb. You can do it.

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, I can.

So, what is it,
haemophobia? Ommetaphobia?

All of the above.

Vasovagal response
100% of the time.

I only made it through my undergrad
studies with hypnotherapy.

Virginia would laugh me
out the door if she found out.

Even Duncan, I mean,
I don't think he'd be impressed.

What kind
of scientist

can't dissect a cow's spleen
to identify contamination?

So what is this,
exposure therapy?

What's Margo
doing there?

It was her suggestion.
She wanted to help.

You confided
in her?

Well, she guessed.

- So do you believe me now?
- Believe you what?

That you wouldn't do
anything to hurt the woman

who discovered your humiliating,
career-threatening secret?

Apparently, you phoned Margo
the Thursday before she died.

- She was upset.
- No. No, I didn't.

According to Margo's best friend,
you did,

something about wanting
to take credit for her work.

She threatened
to report you.

Hold on, what best friend?
You mean the flatmate?

Keri-Anne thinks you
were bothering Margo.

Then why would she come
to my place to help me?

That was her idea,
not mine.

And Keri-Anne is the weirdo,
OK? She's scary.

They weren't friends. Margo,
she was obsessed with her research.

Her friends were here
in the science faculty.

Her friends were...

me.

I'm in ice
cream heaven.

You're still
with Keri-Anne Harker?

I've been trying
to get info out of her,

but she's a surprisingly
popular ice cream girl.

Keep smiling. She
was never besties with Margo.

According to Caleb,
she's playing up their friendship.

So it's a he said,
she said?

Yes, it is. Keri-Anne is a weirdo,
he says.

And if the guy with a freezer
full of hearts says,

Sorry,
what? I'm going with 'she said'.

Keri-Anne's
got dry ice here.

OK, keep calm and step
away from the murder cart.

- Alexa.
- Oh, Duncan. Hello again.

Is Caleb all right?

Yeah. Actually,
he was quite helpful.

Look,
I'm just a little uncomfortable

with you pressuring
my students like this.

It just seems
a bit off.

I'm not pressuring anyone.
I'm just asking a few questions.

Still,
it's a bit confronting for them.

Caleb wants to find out what really
happened to Margo as much as I do.

What really happened? We've
lost a divine young woman.

And that is hard enough without you
suggesting someone wanted her gone.

It's disgraceful,
actually.

Professor Lovell
was not so friendly today.

Oh, here we go,
academic transcripts and records.

- Do not ask how I got in here.
- Never.

- Margo's?
- Keri-Anne's.

She has had several
extensions to her PhD deadline.

The latest one,
guess when.

She was supposed
to submit her

thesis a few weeks
after Margo died.

But now it's not due
for another six months.

She applied for an extension
after Margo's death?

The day after.

And what she officially applied
for was bereavement leave.

Without it, she would have had
to submit by the original date,

and if she didn't, she was gonna be
dropped from the PhD programme.

Now,
is that enough motive for murder?

When you've put that many years
of your life into the project,

I'd say so.

A+ for you,
Madison.

♪ And though he broke
my heart... ♪

Looks like we gate-crashed
the party.

Or a funeral.

Welcome
all to my reading.

- I think she saw us.
- Yeah. It's hard to miss us.

As I crossed the threshold
from student to lover,

'I've never
felt so alive

'even though you

'were so
very dead.'

'You already taught me
so much as my professor.

'But now, in this new role,
my body shivered.

'And not
because your body was cold,

but because of the hundreds
of years...'

- My pleasure.
- Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Thank you so
much for coming

to my reading.
What a nice surprise.

Keri-Anne,
where were you the morning

that Margo died
in the science lab?

Why are you
questioning me?

Because you overstated
your friendship.

Perhaps to get a bereavement
extension on your PhD...

which you
did in fact do.

Oh my goddess. Getting an extension
was the last thing on my mind

when I heard what had
happened to poor Margo.

BS. You applied
the next morning.

If I'm guilty,
why did I go to the police?

So you can apply for a further
extension due to the stress

of the ongoing
investigation.

Look,
I loved Margo.

- What was her star sign?
- Sorry?

What's your bestie's
star sign?

She gives
Virgo energy.

- Is Virgo late December?
- Alexa.

Margo
was a Capricorn.

So I'm gonna
ask you again.

Where were you the morning
of Margo's accident?

I hosted a paranormal
romance write-in.

There was at least
a hundred attendees.

I got a whole
novella completed.

- Where was this write-in?
- Online.

- Was it recorded?
- No.

But... I can give
you the novella.

Oh.

Chowder,
hide your eyes.

It's pretty racy?

Madison,
you have to stop me reading this.

This is super
quick just to say hi,

and shout out to Archimedes
and another one to Marie Curie.

That's all. Stay tuned,
lab rats.

Play that again.

This is super
quick just to say hi,

and shout out to Archimedes
and another one to Marie Curie.

That's all. Stay tuned,
lab rats.

And that was that.
She went

in the next morning,
never came back.

Eureka.

What,
you solved it? What am I missing?

The Archimedes principle,
he was in the bath one morning

when
he discovered this

amazing theory about water and,
and volume and measurement.

But then he ran through the town
shouting, 'Eureka!'

So you think that Margo
discovered something?

Well, whatever it was,
I think it's in those notebooks.

Which
we can't find.

Well,
she went to the lab

the next morning.
Maybe she took them.

So, what we have
is a swipe card situation,

a phone call
and some missing notebooks.

- Tea and a long black.
- Thanks, bro.

So,
does your wife know about this?

No? Not
funny at all?

- They have an open relationship.
- Different strokes and all that.

So, do you? Did you
have an open relationship?

No kind
of relationship.

All right,
I get that. But why the big secret?

You know,
Ginny always said back

then the hardest
part of what she did

was securing
the funding.

So she married young
Harry for his money?

I find that hard
to believe.

Well,
you're half right.

We were best
mates since high

school. Never
any romance between us.

OK, so how did I know that you'd
be a best girl-mate kind of guy,

even in your youth?

Anyway, Ginny was always
focused on her study,

her future career,
but it was a struggle,

textbooks, course fees,
rent... a decent student allowance

wasn't a thing.

Unless...

- you were married.
- Harry, you didn't.

She was in need.
And I knew even back

then that I was probably
gonna be

a commitment-phobe
for the rest of my life.

So you married your best
friend for a student allowance?

I mean, I married my best friend
too, but I was in love with him.

You know,
it wasn't like that for me.

It did not stop me
getting pissed off when.

Professor Duncan
turned up on the scene.

All of a sudden,
we couldn't have a conversation

without his name
coming up.

One day,
I pointed out that she was always

fetching
coffee for him,

running around,
doing his chores.

- Like a minion.
- Ginny got defensive, we argued...

and then we just
never made up.

- A best friend break-up.
- Yep.

- That's rough.
- Yeah.

So rough that I am
not going to tease you

about marrying for a student
allowance, though it is illegal.

That thing you said
about securing funding, though.

Yeah,
what about it?

It's probably the same issue today
no matter how successful you are.

Where are you going with this,
Alexa?

Towards a motive
for murder.

Should I be flattered
that you're stalking me out here?

I'm just impressed that you manage
to spend so much time on the ocean

instead of working

on that multi-million-dollar
research project.

Work-life balance is important,
Alexa.

- Do you mind?
- Sure.

I suppose that eureka
moment might come to you

when you're
catching a wave.

Exactly.

Except that you
already said you

get in the zone
when you're surfing.

What's this about? Do you
have any actual questions for me?

Oh, yes, yes. It's

about your minions,
as you call them.

I've noticed
that you have

co-authored a lot
of research papers

during your career.

Of course.

And a lot of those
are collaborations

with your PhD
students

going all the way
back to Virginia Henare.

So forgive me if I'm
a little blunt, Professor Lovell.

Please,
please don't stop now.

But are they riding
on your coattails,

or is it the other
way round?

What are you
accusing me of?

Well, it's obvious
that you whack your name

on your students'
research papers,

and your academic
output is massive.

It's not uncommon.

To the extent
you do it?

You must be so busy, it's amazing
that you find time to get out here.

Do you have any idea
at all how a faculty works?

I am trying to,
professor.

- That's why I've come to you.
- If you'll excuse me.

Eureka.

Nice work,
Madison, very nice.

- We might need a translator.
- Luckily, I know just the person.

Caleb, my friend. I need
your big science-y brain.

- Wait, those are Margo's.
- Full marks!

I think these show
what she was working on at the lab.

Look here. Now,
the dates

in the columns
coincide with weekends,

but there's a lot
of question marks,

so whatever
she was trying to figure

out was really
challenging.

Do you think
you're up to the task?

Of course.

This might take
a bit of time.

Oh,
that's fine. I've got something

really important
to do while I wait.

Margo, she did it.

She worked it out.

- Oh, a eureka moment?
- God, she was so good.

I mean,
how can she suddenly just go,

- 'Why not rumen?'
- Rumen?

You know, the largest
part of a cow's stomach.

Oh.

Think, like,
a 55-gallon rubbish bin.

And cattle already have
these natural plant polyesters

in their diet, so if you think
about it, it makes sense.

And, hey, we're in New
Zealand. We're not short of a cow

so upscaling
would be so easy.

What's the matter?

She never got to do
anything about it.

She never got
to tell anyone.

Actually, Caleb...

I think maybe
she did.

Morning, lab rats!

Have you met
Madison? She's my...

- Wait, what are you?
- Well, you're my mentor.

And that's kind of what you
two were to Margo, right?

Alexa, I normally admire
a tenacious woman,

but this is too
much. Back off.

Hello,
you must be Harry's wife.

I've heard
next to nothing about you.

Virginia's right,
Alexa. You're pushing this too far.

She keeps coming
out to the surf beach.

Now,
I'm glad you mentioned that cos

that's where you
said you were

the Saturday morning
that Margo died, surfing.

- I believe so.
- I don't.

Alexa's been listening to Caleb
Moore's slots on student radio,

and she noticed that the show he's
on also does a daily surf report.

So just out of interest,
I went back to that Saturday

and listened
to the podcast,

and guess what I'm gonna say,
Duncan.

Can you guess?

Call security, will you, Virginia?
Get these bloody women out of here.

What she was gonna say
is there was no surf that day.

Student FM's surf girl gave
the West Coast a zero out of 10.

So somebody's
telling fibs.

So you're suggesting
that Duncan was here with Margo?

You really
are clutching at straws.

Except that I'm not,
cos you were here, right, Duncan?

Now, hear me out.

No one could understand why
swotty Margo would break the rules

to work alone
without a safety

buddy,
so that's what we focused on.

And then Madison
figured out...

that someone in this faculty
swiped in on the Friday morning

but didn't
leave that night.

Why are you
both looking at me?

As if Duncan would allow
a student to come to harm.

- He elevates people. He doesn't,
- I'm gonna have to stop you there.

You see, two days before Margo
died, she discovered something,

and she brought it to her
professor, her mentor,

who she looked up to,
who she was expecting to impress.

But you weren't impressed.
You were pissed off

because this baby scientist
was gonna be a star.

She was gonna take all the glory,
all the money.

What did Margo discover,
Duncan?

Well,
whatever it was,

she'd written it all down in her
little pink notebooks,

which, unfortunately,
are missing from her house.

And we thought
if we located those notebooks,

things might
become clearer.

So Madison came here yesterday,
and she took a little look around.

- Sorry, what?
- Oh, we have an access card.

Speaking of cards,

that was brilliant how you
swapped yours out for Caleb's,

cos it looked like you
left when you didn't.

He swiped out on your card
on the Friday night

while you stayed
in and got comfy.

Well, Madison could not find
the notebooks in your office,

but she found
something else.

- Your sleeping bag.
- And then so did I.

Margo's notebooks.

What, What did Margo discover,
Duncan?

No idea. Nothing.
Those notebooks

that you're so interested in,
Alexa,

they're just full
of undergraduate musings.

Well,
that's not what Caleb Moore thinks.

He's taken copies, and he's writing
up Margo's work as we speak.

What's the matter, prof? You've
already written it up, haven't you?

Because that's the other thing
that Madison found in your office

on your computer.

You're about to publish
Margo's work,

but you forgot
to put her name on it.

Duncan...

what did you do?

You said that you'd
go to the next stage

but with you at the helm,
controlling the work, the money.

But Margo wasn't
gonna have that.

No, she's from this new generation
that's not gonna let any man

take credit
for her work.

So when you put the pressure on,
she threatened to go public.

She was gonna
tell everybody

that you've
been exploiting students,

accepting gifts,

and that you're
hardly ever here

except to put your name
on someone else's work.

And if all that came
out in this day

and age,
you'd be cancelled, mate.

Oh,
for pity's sake.

So you talked
Margo down,

said you'd meet her, test her
theory, run some experiments.

You asked her
not to tell anyone,

and she didn't
because she believed you.

And that was Margo's
fatal mistake.

Because you already knew
what you were going to do.

You weren't going to let Margo
run off with your retirement plan.

So you decided that this
brilliant student and her discovery

needed to go away.

Oh my God.

The work always comes first,
Virginia. You know that.

Yeah, whose work?

You would've
been happy

with that child
running the next stage?

You and I,
working under her?

Because that's
what would've happened.

Oh.

- That's what she wanted.
- Oh God, that poor...

Ginny, wait, please,
don't hate me.

My God.

I could've lost
everything.

Thank you,
friend of Harry's.

You're welcome.

- Divorce papers.
- Oh?

Is she keeping
her name?

Actually, no. Ginny thinks
it's time to be herself.

You know
what she is doing?

The Margo Booth
scholarship?

Financial support
for young women

starting out in the study
of chemical science.

So they don't have
to marry young men like you.

Seriously, that's a really
nice tribute to Margo.

Yeah.

She must be a good woman,
your ex-wife/best friend.

She's OK.

But you like your new
bestie best.

Sure do.

Cos what's
not to love?

- Alexa is taking a vacation.
- Yeah, right.

She's in Fiji.

50 bucks says she's working
on more than just her suntan.

It's like the universe just put
us together at the same time,

so justice can
finally be served.

The universe didn't
put me here. You did.

What on earth are you doing here,
Alexa Crowe?

I go after creeps
like you for fun.

You having fun yet?

Who was that? Do you
have a bloke with you?

I just have a thing for...
unavailable women.

Make up your mind,
Alexa.

Can't just take a vacation,
can you?