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- Tansform! -Tansform!

- My God. I have the best idea. - OK.

Aerial advertising.

Is he going to do a loop?

Turns out we didn't do a great job of disappearing Kash.

One of the crocs we fed him to exploded.

I found a hand inside the croc.

I think he might have been killed

and fed to the croc to cover it up.

It's a tragedy to lose him in an accident like...

Ohh!

I want you to bring me every fuckin' arsehole

Who wanted Kash dead.

The spray tan made me feel a bit cocky.

Spray tan?

Tansform.

So what do we do about our American friends?

Good fuckin' question.

♪ I'm working at my job

♪ Yeah, that's right

♪ I'm working at my job

♪ I'm completing all the tasks

♪ That are assigned by my boss

♪ I'm working, I'm working

♪ I'm working, working

♪ I'm working, I'm working

♪ Working, I'm working

♪ I'm working at my job

♪ I do it every day

♪ In exchange for pay

♪ I'm working on a raise

- ♪ I sleep eight hours... ♪ - Hi, my name is Joyce Davis.

I'm a reporter with 'The Graph'.

♪ And make more or less, same

♪ I'm working, I'm working

♪ I'm working, working

♪ I'm working, I'm working

♪ Working, I'm working

♪ I'm working on my job

♪ I'm working on my posture

♪ I'm cordial and polite... ♪

Ugh!

♪ Yeah, that's right

♪ I'm gentle when I speak... ♪

♪ Yeah, that's me

♪ Whatever you need

♪ Whatever you say

♪ I completely agree

♪ I do, I agree

♪ It's crazy

♪ It's been a crazy year

♪ They are as good as they look

♪ I've had 'em myself... ♪

OK, thank you.

♪ Hello!

♪ Can I get you something else?

♪ Paper or plastic? Do you need a receipt?

♪ Alright, right back at you, thank you

♪ Next in line

♪ I'd love to help because I'm working

♪ I'm working at my job... ♪

- It's Joyce Davis... - ♪ Can I get you something else?

♪ I would love to help

♪ Because I'm working!

♪ I'm working! I'm working at my job! ♪

♪ Who loves the sun?

♪ Who cares that it makes plants grow?

♪ Who cares what it does

♪ Since you broke my heart?

♪ Who loves the wind?

♪ Who cares that it makes breezes?

♪ Who cares what it does

♪ Since you broke my heart?

♪ Bah bah-bah-bah

♪ Who loves the sun?

♪ Bah bah-bah-bah

♪ Who loves the sun?

♪ Ba bah-bah-bah... ♪

Hi, Skinner.

What the fuck?

Can you take the sock out, please, Pete?

What the fuck am I doing here?

You're next on the board.

- Huh? - You're next on the board.

Is this about your fuckin' shitty brother?

My brother wasn't shitty.

Kash was a fuckin' arsehole!

My brother was an angel.

Everyone thought he was a fuckin' dick!

No, they didn't.

Arggh!

Fuck you!

- I'm gonna fuckin' kill you! - Are ya?

Arggh! Alright, alright!

Alright! Fuck!

Ohhh! Mm! Mm!

So think back a week ago, on Thursday.

- Where were you? - What?!

Last week, on Thursday, where were you, Skinner?

Pinger's fuckin' release party!

Bullshit.

Ask Dave. He was there!

Yeah, I was there, but you weren't there.

We sang karaoke, you dumb fuck!

'Islands in the Fuckin' Stream'!

Oh, yeah! Yeah, we did.

He's pretty good.

Must have hit the bags

and the piss pretty hard that night, huh?

Get the fuck out of here, Skinner.

You're fucked now, Mony. You know that, right?

You go after me, everyone's gonna fuckin' turn on you!

Yeah, yeah.

Fuck! Get your fuckin'...

The next time I'm about to brand a notoriously vengeful criminal,

maybe take a moment to consider

whether you are a crucial part of their alibi,

you stupid fuck!

S-sorry, Mone.

Just 'cause he was at Pinger's doesn't mean he wasn't involved.

Yeah, our killer wasn't at a fuckin' release party, Suse.

Whoever killed him was looking into his eyes

as he died.

We going to prison?

Well, 'The Graph' has covered the croc,

the explosion and the hand,

but there's nothing in here or anywhere about us.

See? We're fine.

In fact, given that our bank account

is currently bursting at the seams,

I'd say we're better than fine.

Oh, don't get any ideas, alright?

That advance payment from Chemist Galore

has got to go right back into the business.

We're killing it, Martin. We're crushing sales.

And we're going to that Chemist Galore hotshot party day.

Vendor Engagement and Training Day, yeah.

Right, and they only invite their favourite brands, right?

Correct.

Which makes us beauty retail royalty,

so start acting like it.

No frivolous spending, Vicki.

Why are you like this?

Because someone has to be.

God!

Jesus, fuck.

Morning, dickheads.

How'd you get in here?

Credit card and a decade of experience.

How long have you been here?

What's it matter?

Well, what if we didn't come back all day?

Were you just gonna sit in the dark like a bunch of weirdos?

Did you even bring snacks?

Yeah, we brought fuckin' snacks.

What kind of fuckin' snacks did you bring?

-Tim Tams. - Yum!

OK, I'm guessing this is about the exploding crocodile?

- So you saw the news? - We did.

Which brings me to my next question -

what the fuck are you still doing here?

Well, if the cops knew anything, we'd already be caught, right?

Don't worry about the cops.

His sister's out of jail.

- Oh. - The tattoo lady?

She's been interrogating everyone

that crossed paths with her brother.

Mm.

Breaking bones, burning flesh. Cutting fingers.

And because Martin was Kash's last mark,

it's just a matter of time before she lands on him.

Which means you two need to get the fuck out of town,

preferably the country.

- Oh. - Shit.

Yeah, shit.

How sure are we that she'll even figure out it was us?

Why?

Uh...

I mean, it's just, business-wise,

things are kinda on the up for us.

- So... - Yeah.

I don't think you hear what we're fuckin' saying.

She's offering 75 grand

to anyone who catches Kash's killer.

She's not gonna stop until she gets her man.

OK, uh,

what if we can point her in the direction of a different man?

How we gonna do that, genius?

I don't know, frame job?

What does that mean?

OK, off the top of my head,

we find a patsy, someone deserving,

come up with a story of why they would want Kash dead

and then lay out some breadcrumbs for the sister.

Boom, we're in the clear.

OK, but won't Mony kill the patsy?

I said 'deserving', didn't I?

Look, can we focus, please?

I'm supposed to be out getting gaffer tape.

OK, what if we frame someone

who's already dead?

Mm. Disturbing pivot.

Intriguing.

Where are you gonna get a dead body?

Because I'm shit out of corpses. Don't know about you, Terry.

Actually...

- Oh, shit. - Really?

Maybe.

OK, so just stress-testing this...

- Oh. - ...we get a random body.

But, I mean, can we really turn it into a buyable killer?

Well, I mean, I have fabricated a few identities in my time.

Buddy, what do you say? Can you do it?

I didn't get you fuckwits into this mess,

so if I get you out, I get every cent of that reward.

You got it?

No, no deal. We're out.

No, no, no, no, no. Yes, we'll do it.

Oh, fine. We'll do it.

So could we actually pull it off?

Well, I mean, it's not gonna be easy.

Cadavers don't come cheap.

Gonna need some cash.

Well, we don't have any money, so...

- Vicki, we-we do have money. - Oh, my God.

- I'm never gonna be rich, am I? -Oh!

I thought you two were siblings.

We are siblings.

Why are you hitting your brother's balls?

It was a ball tap. Chill out.

That's not right.

- Thank you, Terry. - You're welcome.

Oh, my God.

Hello, Celebrity Smiles.

Hi. My name is Joyce Davis.

I'm a reporter with 'The Graph'.

I'm investigating a story

and I'm hoping you might be able to help.

OK.

I'm looking for a patient missing a canine,

likely in rough shape, maybe didn't want to give you

the full story about what happened.

Um, I can't really divulge that kind of information.

But that rings a bell, yeah?

Oh, maybe.

OK, listen, I get it, there are rules.

But this is a murder I'm talking about.

- Oh. - That's right.

There was this one guy, came in screaming,

covered in blood.

You know what happened?

Doc reckons someone went at him with pliers.

I know this is against protocol,

but if you could give me his name,

you could be the person who stops this from happening again.

Logan Jameson.

Address?

Buying a body is new for me.

Where do you think we'll get it?

I don't know.

What, you're not even interested?

Look, Vicki, we need to focus.

If we're gonna secure a national distribution deal,

we need to impress people today.

- OK! - Hi. Martin and Vicki Marvin.

Yeah. Sorry, what company are you with?

- Tansform. - Oh, my God. The plane crash?

- That's us. - That's us.

You cannot buy that type of coverage.

I heard your sales boomed.

No, I think it was mostly the product.

Yeah, sure.

- Thanks. - Alright. Thank you.

Ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh. Pew!

-Vicki! - Oh, yeah. No. Thank you. 'Bye.

- Oh, hey, there's Henley! - Huh?

Henley! Henley!

How are you?

I can't... I can't hear you. I'm with these people.

I said, how are you doing?

OK, so how does one, uh, maximise the utility

of this type of thing?

Hmm. Go to panels. Ask questions. Mingle.

Talk up the product.

OK, so you do the boring stuff, I do the fun stuff?

OK, yeah, I thought we'd start here.

Well, you can start here.

Ooh! Open bar for attendees.

OK, I'm gonna go schmooze and booze.

OK.

Hey, um, can I get a, uh...

Hi. Um, coffee, please. Black.

Sorry, Ms Belanszky. Machine's broken.

I can have someone grab you some from the cafe?

No, no. No need.

I'll have a sparkling water instead, thanks.

Right away.

And I will have that too, actually.

Vicki Marvin, co-CEO of Tansform.

Hazel. I don't shake hands.

I don't either. Yeah, no. Ah!

-Imagine. - Hm!

Ahh! New to the spray tan biz. You may have heard of us.

We just crashed a plane.

On purpose?

Great question.

If you have a moment, I'd love to tell you about it.

Sorry. My schedule's packed.

But nice to meet you.

Oh, OK, so you're not into the "women helping women" thing?

I get it. I thought...

I thought we were leaving the ladder down,

not raising it up, but I must...

Oh. This? Does it normally work for you?

Emotionally manipulating people with negative feedback?

Yeah, it actually does.

OK, well, at least you're honest.

If you give me 10 minutes, I won't tell everybody here

that you're a misogynistic monster.

You've got five.

Great.

See? It works.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Hey. - Do you mind if I, uh...

- Go ahead, Martin. - Thank you.

- This is exciting. - Yeah.

Morning!

I'm Lewis Templeton.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

And I'm here to talk about

how to compete as a new business,

or, as I like to refer to this talk,

'How to Build a Parachute in Mid-Air

'As You're Hurtling Towards the Ground'.

Because that's what it's like, right?

I mean, you've got no money.

Your manufacturer's demanding payment.

Your rent's due. The taxman is calling.

All of which is happening whilst your rival,

owned by a multinational, stockmarket-listed,

money-spewing monster, tries to steamroll you.

Mm-hm.

I know.

Trust me, I know. When...

When I first started my organic dog food company,

all I wanted to do was feed my terrier, Basil,

who, sadly, passed away in February...

-Aww! - It's OK. Thank you.

I just wanted to feed him something healthy.

10 months in, I had 75 retail orders I couldn't fill

and a corporation 3,000 times my size

was suing me for existing.

So, how did I survive?

I stopped... being... afraid.

I've been debating

about what my reporter persona should be.

Decided to go with "aggressively sceptical".

Uh, maybe leave the talking to me.

Oh, yeah, I wasn't gonna say a thing. Just gonna watch.

Hello?

Hi. Logan Jameson?

Yes. Can I help you?

Joyce Davis. Reporter with 'The Graph'.

Uh, this might sound strange,

but I think this is yours.

Uh, no. No, it's not mine. Sorry. Thank you.

We just have a few questions.

Well, I don't have any answers.

If that's the case,

maybe there's someone else we could talk to.

Uh, sorry, honey, just charity workers.

Just give me a sec.

Alright, fine.

Look, there's a bloke I owed some money to.

I couldn't pay, so he took my tooth.

- End of story. - And why did you owe him money?

Just one of those things.

And is that why you killed him?

Because of one of those things?

Wait, who killed who?

Uh, the establishment where your tooth

was forcibly removed

was owned by a man who was recently murdered.

- Now, we're not saying... -I fuckin' am.

You hated him so you killed him.

We're on to you, buddy.

Wait, wait, wait. I didn't kill anyone.

Tell that to the cops.

There's no need for police!

When someone kills someone,

the police are normally needed, right?

- Normally, yeah. -Mm.

This is just a misunderstanding.

I'm sure a jury of your peers would agree with you on that

and not send you to prison forever.

Ha-ha, they will.

OK, tell us what happened.

Fine.

A couple of months back, first Friday of May,

I went to the casino, alright?

I won the jackpot, and then this woman took an interest in me.

- Uh, can you describe her? - Yeah, describe her.

Uh, mid 30s, dark hair, petite. Called herself Susi.

Anyway, she took me to a bar and we were knocking 'em back.

- Name of the bar? - The Sour Fox.

We get to talking and we realise we have,

shall we say, similar interests.

And the next thing I know,

I'm at a hotel room...

...sharing those interests.

Uh, what exactly are we talking about?

- Is that really relevant? -Yeah.

Very.

She spanked my feet.

Oh!

Is that it?

I thought you were gonna say something weird.

Is it not?

No, feet stuff's pretty mainstream.

I love feet stuff.

- Oh. -OK.

- No pain. - So, Susi?

Right, so next day at breakfast,

she shows me this video of us,

and that's when Kash showed up.

They blackmailed you?

Yeah, they were gonna tell my wife, so I paid

and they deleted the video.

So when did the tooth happen?

A few weeks later, Kash showed up alone. He wanted more money.

Had another copy of the video.

But I figured if I paid,

then I'd be on the hook forever, so I said no.

And that's how I wound up with pliers in my mouth.

So he took your tooth, you wanted revenge.

- And so you fuckin' killed him? - Look, I didn't kill him.

You sure?

I'm married with three kids.

I'm an engineer. I'm not a bloody gangster.

OK.

If you think of anything else...

Listen, these people, you don't wanna mess with them.

And you don't want to mess with us.

Anyway, it's good talking with you, hey?

- Have a good day. - OK.

Shall we? Yep. See ya.

Yes.

So, basically, I just have one question,

and that is...

...how can I be exactly like you?

Pff!

Uh, you don't want to be me.

And yet the hot bartender

was gonna send someone to get you coffee.

I want people to bring me beverages from faraway places.

Yeah, I know it sounds good,

but my phone never stops ringing.

Anyway, tell me about you.

OK, um, my brother and I

started a spray tan company this year,

and we're in a few stores

and we're doing pretty good.

And what did you do before?

I...bounced around.

Yeah, well, I did my fair share of bouncing around at one point.

You were a bouncer-arounder?

Well, I wasn't always Hazel Belanszky.

There was a point in my life where I wasn't exactly focused.

How did you figure it out?

Hard work.

There are no shortcuts, especially as a woman.

No, I love shortcuts, though.

Ugh! That sucks.

I know this is gonna sound shallow,

but all I want in life is to be rich and successful

and the envy of every single fucking person I've ever met.

Incredibly shallow.

You know, it's not all it's cracked up to be.

Well, only a rich person would say that.

You know, a lot of people rely on me,

which means that my life has to be together.

- You know what I mean? - No, I don't. Not at all.

OK. Uh, Chemist Galore paid for a suite.

All expenses.

And what am I gonna do tonight?

I'm gonna answer some work emails,

go for a run on the treadmill,

answer more emails, go to bed.

OK, well, it sounds like you just need someone

to remind you how to have a good time.

Which is kind of my whole thing.

And lucky for you,

I'm about to show you the night of your goddamn life,

and all I need in exchange is a couple of business tips.

Easy.

- Um, thanks, but... - One night!

Put your fuckin' phone on silent.

This is actually a great deal for you.

It's better for you than for me.

We're doing this. Just say yes.

This is actually not a question. You're doing this.

We can bring this guy if you want to.

We're gonna have the best night of your life.

Say yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Fuck it.

Fuck, yeah.

Now, how did I learn how not to be afraid?

To explain, I'm gonna need a volunteer.

Anyone.

Yes! You. Thank you. Come on up.

Yeah!

Good man!

Introduce yourself.

Hi, I'm, uh, Martin Marvin.

I'm the CEO of Tansform.

We're a... a spray tan company.

And how's business?

Great. Uh, sales are up.

We're nearing a national distribution deal.

-Thank you. - That...

- That's great, Martin. - Thank you.

Now, I'm-I'm gonna present you with a... with a theoretical.

A larger rival company sees... Tansform?

...sees Tansform taking a small piece of their market share,

so they offer you a choice.

They'll buy you out at a fraction of your worth

or they'll undercut you across the sector

in order to destroy you.

What do you do?

I-I mean, I would have to

look at the numbers, examine the data...

Probably build some spreadsheets, right?

Wrong. There's no numbers in the game they're playing.

They're just trying to kill you.

So, what do you do?

What do you do when you're in a situation

where you have no power, no leverage,

no escape, and you're facing... death?

You need to introduce doubt.

- Do you know why, Martin? - No.

Because we want to make them question their own beliefs.

Knock them off balance.

But in order to do that,

you need to be confident.

You need to be feared.

You need to project power.

So, uh, we're gonna do a little exercise, is that OK?

Yeah, sounds fun.

Studies show that recalling past experiences

in which you felt powerful

can give you a psychological edge

in situations in which you're fundamentally weak.

So, what I want you to do

is... is pretend

that I'm the... I'm the head of a rival spray tan business.

OK.

I've offered you

the aforementioned lose-lose situation.

How are you gonna counter?

- Uh, well, uh... - Hm, wrong. You've already lost.

Try again, but this time, before you respond,

I want... I want you to think about a moment

in which you felt powerful.

OK. I'll give it a shot.

- You OK? Hmm? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

You got your image?

No. Uh, but let... let me, uh, try... try again.

Arggh!

You ready?

Yeah, I... I, uh...

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Good.

Counter me.

No counter.

No counter?

Yeah, we're a good... We're a good company.

- Ignore them. Focus on us. - But they're going to kill you.

- I don't think so. - Yes, they are.

They're going to kill you.

This is not going to end well for you, Martin.

- Argh! - What are you gonna do?

What are you going to do, Martin?

They're going to kill you, Martin.

Arggh!

I...should not... not have, uh, come up here.

Martin, I'm sorry, it's just an exercise.

That's just an exercise.

Let's... let's hear it for Martin, everybody.

Uh, can I have another...

You know what, we're gonna skip this bit.

OK, moving on.

Uh, got the...

Arggh!

What are you doing?

Scissors.

Hurry up. Cleaner comes in 10.

This is where we keep the unclaimed ones.

No family, no next of kin,

just dead flesh in a refrigerator.

Lovely.

On the menu today...

...dry-aged rib eye.

Local. Free range.

- Need a man. - A man. OK.

Here you go, yeah.

There you go. A man.

With a face.

Face. OK.

OK. Last up, we have this.

Full face.

Full disclosure - he is missing a leg.

- Is that all you got? - That's it.

How'd he go?

Heart attack.

Riding a motorbike. Thus the leg.

Was wearing his helmet, though. Thus the face.

Fuck, he'll have to do.

Pop his eyelids, please.

Thank you.

You were onto something real back there.

Weren't you?

I don't know what you mean.

Yeah, you do.

The moment you pictured.

Whatever it was...

...I could tell it was powerful.

It made you uncomfortable.

But I promise you...

...that feeling...

...once you embrace it...

...nothing's gonna be able to stop you.

OK, that's interesting, yeah, it's...

Thank you. This was a good...

Thank you.

Goodnight.

So this is where Susi took Logan.

Yeah, pretty nice for a shakedown joint.

Yeah, pretty fancy.

Hey. What can I get you two?

Hi. Can I speak to the owner?

- Yeah, that's me. - Oh. Joyce Davis, reporter.

And this is my colleague, Nova Tulua.

We're, uh... we're looking into an extortion ring

that we believe uses your bar as part of its operation.

OK, well, I don't know anything about that, so...

We never said you did.

Um, we're looking for a woman,

comes here every so often,

mid 30s, dark hair.

Goes by Susi, we think.

Right. Doesn't really narrow it down much, does it, love?

Ohh, how convenient...

...love.

Any... any chance we can take a look at your footage?

Oh, the... the security footage?

No. Not happening.

That's what we call obstructing justice.

Sorry.

What makes you think I want my bar

blasted all over the news

as the centre of some, what, like, rip-off ring?

- Oh... - No, no.

It's hard enough to make a business like this work

without being bad-mouthed all over town by you lot.

Starting to sound a lot like you were involved.

Yeah, well, I'm not, OK?

And unless you would like a drink,

can I politely ask you both to... to move on?

Actually, I would like a drink.

- OK, what would you like? - Wouldn't you like to know?

Yes.

Yeah!

Yeah, I would.

And if you would like a drink, you tell me what that is

and then I'll get it for you.

That's how this works.

Uh, just make it two white wines.

Two white wines.

-Thanks. - That was easy. Thank you.

Who is it?

Open the door.

Terry! Hey, mate.

Uh, just the man I was looking for.

Hey, I've got the money I owe you.

Yeah, come in.

Uh, um, make yourself at home.

Yeah, just, I-I wanna say,

I had no hard feelings from last time.

Yeah? That's just what mates do, alright?

Hey, no, but thanks for the pillow. Really appreciated it.

Hey, I won big at the trots last night!

Have you been? Oh, it's good.

A mate was telling me, "Gotta go, gotta go."

And, well, we went,

and, fuck, I won big money.

It was good!

I think you should come with me next time, yeah?

Um, yeah, the money, um...

So...

Oh, fuck.

I put it right here.

Uh, the... the cleaner must have swiped it.

I saw her the other day as I was leaving,

and she gave me this funny... funny little look,

a bit of side eye.

I know it was her, 'cause I put it right here and...

You can't trust anyone anymore, can you?

Ooh, it's a tough one, Benno.

Uh...

Ta-da.

What's that?

Your debt paid,

courtesy of some international investors.

Oh, wow.

Uh, whoo!

What do I have to do?

What you do best, Benno.

Lie.

Surely this isn't the first roadblock you've hit

in a big story.

My reporting in Indiana

mostly dealt with small-town ordinances.

That might be the most boring sentence ever uttered.

Yeah.

How did I do it for 10 years?

Is that why you left, for something bigger?

Uh, yeah, that was part of it.

And the other part?

Um...

...I was married.

- Yeah, I still am, actually. - Ohhh!

Now, there's a story.

So what happened?

Well, when Martin and I met,

we wanted the same things.

Big city, big job, big life.

But he went through some tough life stuff

and, uh, he changed, you know?

Got scared.

Started saying no to everything.

Uh, no to moving to New York,

no to the ambitious job,

no to... having kids.

Yeah, I thought it was temporary,

but the longer it went on, the more he dug in,

and, um...

Yeah.

Eventually, I had to make a choice.

That's what scares me about working with my family.

Hmm.

Getting trapped forever.

To not getting trapped.

To not getting trapped.

This wine is awful.

I like it.

But all wine tastes the same to me.

But that's why people probably hate this place.

Uh... Why do you say that?

I checked the reviews before we arrived.

They are... unkind.

Oh, my God.

These are brutal.

Explains why he didn't want to help.

Any more bad publicity and this place is sunk.

Uh...

-Joyce? - I'll just be a second.

Joyce...

Joyce.

If you're not having this, can I just have the re...

I'm just gonna have it.

Do not operate heavy machinery after this, please, thank you.

- Hey. Two more? - Hey.

How would you feel about a glowing write-up in 'The Graph'?

Full five-star treatment.

Oh, what's it gonna cost me?

Hi, it's Vicki. Leave me a message.

A short message.

Hey, it's me. Where are you?

♪ I started from the bottom and now I'm rich

♪ I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since

♪ I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit

♪ You started out hatin', now you love my drip

♪ I started from the bottom and now I'm rich

♪ I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since

♪ I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit

♪ You started out hatin', now you love my drip

♪ Hey, bitch, they lookin' at me

♪ They not lookin' at you

♪ I don't mean to be rude

♪ I'm a 10, you a 2

♪ He be blowin' me up

♪ Like a fuckin' balloon

♪ I just tell him give me space

♪ Like the man on the moon

♪ You know that I'm the best

♪ Is that why you depressed?

♪ Say you gettin' a check, girl

♪ You be frontin' like breasts

♪ I look good for myself

♪ I got no-one to impress

♪ You better ask your GPS

♪ I ain't the one to address

- ♪ Li'l bitch, look... ♪ -OK, come on.

You gotta come in. Get these off.

Come on!

We have to do this...

No way!

- No... - Here we go.

...way!

Fucking, fucking good times!

Whoo!

Thought it was gonna be warmer.

Oh, my God, that's not as advertised.

Australia's fucking cold.

OK.

So...

...how did you become Hazel Belanszky?

When did you stop bouncing around?

Um, well,

I was... I was a mess, to be honest.

I lived in a no-bedroom apartment above a kebab shop.

Gorgeous.

And my main source of income

was selling nitrous bulbs to kids.

Um, high school kids.

I had morals.

I had four different credit cards,

three of which were not in my name.

I totally get it.

I spent a summer putting broken glass into salads

and then suing restaurants.

- Wow! - I know.

You are a piece of trash.

I'm a piece of shit. Haven't you realised that yet?

- Wow. Very impressive. - Thank you.

OK, so then, what changed?

Oh, it's not like...

I mean, I wanted something else.

I just, I didn't know how to change.

So I kept going back to what I knew.

And then one day,

I had this altercation with a client

and I slip on a bulb

and I wake up in ER with a fractured skull.

No, no, no, no, no.

Felt like the universe was telling me to get on with it.

- You know? - Oh, my God. OK.

I think I figured it out.

So to achieve my dreams and be like you,

I just have to have a near-death experience.

You are a unique one, Vicki.

Mm!

I like to think so.

- You know what? - What?

We should do something together.

Your company and mine.

That is such a good idea, Hazel.

- Mm. - OK.

That's the first smart thing you've said all night.

Mm!

Well, thank you.

Um, righto, so there you go.

May the third.

Mm-hm. Can you fast forward?

Yeah.

Keep going. Keep going.

- Oh, my God, there's Logan. - Uh, hit 'play'.

Uh, yep.

Pause!

Yep.

Enhance.

What? It doesn't do that.

Never mind.

There she is.

Our mystery woman.

That's the last one.

Alright, Rusty,

thanks for coming and helping with our inquiry.

Love to the kids, eh? And your missus.

No hard feelings, yeah?

Here, you can have your tooth back.

How have we not found the killer?

Have we not been aggressive enough

in our line of questioning?

Let's bring them back in, start taking eyes.

Hey, maybe we should look at the marks.

But I just don't think Kash was killed

by some horned-up suit who got suckered into a honey trap.

You know, I've been listening to this crime podcast lately.

I mean, there's too many ad breaks

and the voice of the host is...

Your point, Dave.

Well, they say you always look at who was the last person

to see the victim.

Yeah, yeah, but I just don't think

we should be taking advice from a podcast, we...

Who was the last person to see him?

Hello?

Martin, listen.

Mony's guys are on their way to the motel.

They'll be there any second.

You need to run.

Just one.

He's a mark. That was my idea.

Him being a mark isn't the point.

Just listen to the podcast I sent you.

I don't have time to listen to every podcast you send through.

I'm happy just to share the credit.

- You always do this. - Do what?

Piggyback on my idea

so that Mony thinks you're the smart one.

Uh, I genuinely don't think you realise

how smart that I actually am.

Is that him?

I don't know. I've only seen him naked.

Huh!

-Oh, he's running. -Yep.

-Are you gonna bag him? -You want to bag him?

- No, you go for it. - No, no, go.

- Look, if you insist, mate. - Yeah, go ahead.

Oh, God, come on!

Gotta do some callisthenics, brother!

Engage the core.

Whoopsy-daisy!

-Oh, no, no, no. -Get up.

Please, please, no, it's a mistake!

Hey, hey, hey, it's OK, mate. It's OK.

No, no, no, please. Trust me.

Really?

Oh, sorry, mate.

Come on.

Ooh, shit. You alright, brother?

Hello, fuckface.

What's happening? Who are you?

Oh, I'm sorry. How rude.

I'm Mony, and we're trying to figure out

who killed my brother.

We thought maybe you could help.

Your... your brother?

Yeah. Kash Monroe.

He blackmailed you a couple of weeks back

over a fuck vid.

Does that ring any bells?

What, he's... he's dead?

Cute.

Pretending you don't know.

- Don't pretend! - I-I didn't kill him.

And yet somebody did.

And you were the last person to see him alive, so...

I paid him the money and he left.

- I-I swear. - Can anyone corroborate?

Yeah, Mone, he did. He paid and we left.

Plus he never really gave off the killer vibes to me.

But it's always the quiet ones, isn't it, Suse?

I mean, maybe he wanted a refund or he thought

that Kash was still gonna tell his wife anyway.

No, no, no. That's not it at all.

- Oh, please. - OK. Hold.

We've been yanking and punching and burning all day.

Let's try something new.

What did you have in mind?

Did you kill my brother?

No.

Tell me you killed my brother

and I'll make it stop.

I didn't kill him.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Oh, fuck.

We're out of water.

Well, fill it up, then.

Sorry, Martin. Won't be a minute.

Oh.

I know you killed him, Martin. There's no doubt in my head.

You need to introduce doubt.

Marty.

You want this to stop, confess.

You need to project power.

Martin, we all know you did it.

They're going to kill you. What are you gonna do?

Once you embrace it,

nothing's gonna be able to stop you.

Arggh!

He's cooked, Mony.

It's the longest I've seen anyone go.

Tell me you killed my brother

or you're gonna die in this chair, Martin.

It wasn't me.

Again.

Morning.

Fff. Pfft! Pfft!

Morning!

Boop-boop-boop!

- Hm. -Hi.

Um, coffee, black,

and aspirin, on the night stand.

- Oh. Thanks. - Sure.

Uh, so...

...I've been thinking about what you said last night...

Oh, what did I say?

Oh, um, about Tansform and Bel Sky Beauty collaborating.

And I have a shit ton of ideas.

Um...

Uh, uh, OK.

Why don't you call the office?

Oh.

Sorry, no, this was...

This was your idea.

Mm.

And... and did I have that idea

before or after ingesting enough MDMA

to fly a rocket to the moon?

OK, I'm sorry.

Are you blowing me off right now?

Vicki, your company and my brand,

they're not at the same scale.

I mean, it just doesn't make any sense.

What's the difference, though?

I mean, it's just chemicals that you put on your body.

It's taken me years to build my company into what it is.

And I'd like to do it a little faster,

so help me out.

- Oh, would you? - Yeah.

OK, alright,

just look at these ideas.

- I spent hours on them. - Hours?

Wow.

What the fuck is going on?

You can't shortcut your way to success, Vicki.

Well, I could try

if you would stop being such a bitch about it.

Oh, right.

This... this was your plan the whole time.

What?

Get me completely fucked up

and convince me to lay out my coat-tails for you to ride on.

Wow, OK, well, speaking of coat-tails,

I'm taking this... this robe.

I'm taking this robe, which is like a coat.

- Great. - It's mine now.

- Enjoy it. - I think I will.

It's the hotel's.

Well, it's fuckin' Vicki's now.

Get out of my room.

It was lovely getting to know you. Fuck you.

- Out. - Pff!

But when I call, do I ask for, like, an assistant, or is it...

Oh, no, I can't even call the office?

No.

You can't call the office.

Wow. Fuck you. Absolutely fuck you.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Martin, what happened?

Mony.

You OK?

What did she do to you?

- Waterboarded me. - Oh!

Seriously?

I'm fine. It's fine.

You sure?

Did you talk?

OK, so we're in the clear?

OK. OK.

Good.

That's great. That's great.

OK.

Wow. Ha.

Usually all I have to do is pinch you hard

and you spill your guts.

How did you handle torture?

Little trick I picked up.

Where?

Chemist Galore's Vendor Engagement

and Motherfuckin' Training Day.

♪ Animal

♪ I'm nothing more than an animal

♪ In search of another animal

♪ To tame and claim as my own

♪ I once was tragically hip

♪ And beautifully fine

♪ Now my beautiful hips

♪ Are tragically wide

♪ Now every time I try to draw you near

♪ I know you're still an arm's length away... ♪