All language subtitles for Episode 10 Just Desserts

Order for table 11, plating up now!

One lamb, yes?

Andiamo, ragazzi!

Yes? Go!

Ladies and gents, how are we?

Oh, fantastic.
-Wonderful, thank you.

Top up your glass for you.
So are you off to France again this year?

St Tropez.

Perfect. More champagne
on the house for the table.

Certainly, chef.

Ladies and gentlemen,
how are we doing here?

Does champagne go with seafood?
Fantastic combination.

Oh, that looks delicious!

Scallops Barbieri - my signature.

Smooth, white...beautiful.

Enjoy.

And some extra for Molly, yes?
Thank you!

Absolutely, chef.

Buon appetito.

Who's garnishing?
Me, chef.

Really? I just saw my scallops Barbieri.

That wasn't a garnishing,
it was a bloody shrubbery!

Sal, I've got three tables coming up.
Table 7 is up now.

It's 'chef' to them,
'chef' to you still, Tony. Capiche?

Yes, chef!

Come here, you bloody moron.

Yes. See this? This is a knife, OK?

Lemon verbena finely chopped
with citrus and crushed pistachio!

How many times have you done this?
Dozens, chef.

How many times
have you seen me do it?

I don't watch IV, chef.

Yeah? Well, maybe
you bloody well should!

Certainly, madam. My apologies.
We'll fix that for you straightaway.

Sal! Sorry, chef..

You, get more champagne to table 7.
Go! Now!

Subito! 'Bye!

You keep screwing up like this, Carmel,
you'll be doing the bloody dishes.

Oi! You head out that door,
you don't come back.

No!

No. No!

Oh, it looks like we're
no longer one person down.

Looks like they've got
the flashiest computer in the building.

Where is he? In the loo?

Would you like me to check for you?
Shut up!

Well, 'he' might be a 'she', anyway.

Well, he's not.

Hi. Rhys Levitt.

Figured the new guy
should get the coffee.

We usually rotate,
but we always admire initiative.

Jennifer.
Mapplethorpe.

Cappuccino, right?
-Ooh, party tricks!

He's done his research!

Ah, it saves on formal introductions.
Can't stand formal introductions.

You would be Nick - latte?
Thank you, Rhys.

Duncan - flat white, one sugar?

And Allie, the same.
-Very impressive.

It would be impressive
if it wasn't on the kitchen wall.

I don't take sugar anymore.
-It was an old list.

Right. Lesson number one -
don't trust old lists.

Here's me thinking you'd be amazed.

I'm impressed - with your computer.

It was a gift. Who can afford it
on what they pay us, right?

Tell me about it.

So any work for me to do or do we just
wait for somebody to get bumped off?

Oh, we all just take turns.
How very democratic.

Mmm, and then if you've got
a clear board, you're next up.

And I have a clear board, don't I?

Morning, all. Detective Levitt.

Boss.
Call me 'sarge'.

You've met everyone, I assume?
Yeah, we had coffees together.

That is good. We've just had a call-out.

Who's up?
Uh, that'd be me, sarge.

Oh, and me.

So this is your first stint in Homicide?

Yeah. Yeah, after I made detective
I took leave.

Bit of travel, bit of study. You know.

How about you? Career girl?

Married to the job?
Very observant.

Well, study paid off.
Obviously.

Ever been here?
On our pay?

Mr Levitt.
it's Detective Levitt today, Clifford.

And Mapplethorpe.
How are the scallops?

Scallops are off, sir. Sorry.

Right.

Clifford Dunn, maitre d'.

Which one first- oil or knife?

Gideon!

Sorry.

What?

Do you listen to music
while you do that?

Whale songs, actually.
it helps me concentrate.

I had an ex that used to meditate
to that stuff. Drove me crazy!

Gentlemen! The body.
What killed him?

The oil has cauterised the wound,

which means it was poured
after he was stabbed.

So, what killed him?
The knife.

The knife, great. Time of death?

Uh, from the probe...

Liver?
Anal.

We stay away from the liver
if we can these days.

Really? When did you...
Guys! Time of death?

Internal temp suggests
between 1am and 3am.

I'll narrow it down
once I do stomach contents.

So, who is he?
That would be Sal Barbieri, the owner.

The celebrity chef, right?

Yeah, with about six cookbooks
to his name. Quite the rep too.

Boozer, party boy, women. Major ego.
Well, he's a chef, isn't he?

So, who found him?

I came in with the fish
and Sal was there,

on the floor.

You said you were the chef de cuisine.
Second in charge of the kitchen.

Not anymore. The king is dead.
Long live the king.

It's a hell of a way
to get promoted, mate.

Can you think of anyone
who wanted to kill him?

He's had plenty of run-ins.

Some physical.
String of mistresses too.

Married, unmarried - if you believe
the trash mags.

Well, Sal's personal life
was his business.

What about here, in the restaurant?
How did he treat the staff?

I guess you could say he had a love/hate
relationship with most of them.

Including you?
I respected his talent.

Well, respect is one thing.
Doesn't mean he was liked.

Yeah, well, he worked
the staff pretty hard.

You made your own way in this morning.
There was no sign of a break-in.

So the killer must have had a key, right?

Either that or somebody jumped him
when he was locking up last night.

Sal always left last.

And usually too pissed to drive.

It's possible that someone
stayed behind in the restaurant

and then killed him, isn't it?

I guess. You'd have to ask
Clifford that, though.

Good idea.

When will I be able to
get back into my kitchen?

Uh...we'll get back to you.

I doubt it. We check the place
pretty thoroughly.

We're gonna need lists
from the last three months

of all the customers and the staff.

Yeah. Sure.

And how many sets of keys
are in circulation?

Uh, Tony and I have a set,
so do Sal and his wife.

That'd be Susie.

Are we gonna be able to open tonight?

You busy tonight, are you?
Every night.

Yeah, we've got a full house.
People book three months in advance.

We've got some important
film types and pollies in tonight.

Well, no. This is a crime scene
and it stays that way until we say so.

Does Susie know?
Has anyone told her about Sal?

She won't be able
to ID him from his face.

Mrs Barbieri, your husband's face
has been badly burnt.

Are there any distinguishing marks
that will help you identify him?

A birthmark, perhaps?

Um...just show me his hands.

You work in kitchens for nine years -

sharp knives, hot pans -

you get a lot of distinguishing marks.

That explains them.
-Gideon.

Oh. sorry.

Mrs Barbieri?

Yes.

Absolutely.

This is my husband.

Salvatore Barbieri.

Can you tell me when
you last saw your husband?

Last night at the restaurant.

And you weren't concerned
when he didn't come home?

I knew where he was.
l...I thought I did.

In some other woman's bed.

And you weren't bothered by the affairs?

They weren't 'affairs', they were shags.

You get used to it.

You weren't angry or upset?

Not enough to kill him.

I used to let it get to me,
but I'm over it now.

Are you?
Yes.

Sal's a bastard, but his fame is our
meal ticket. Why would I destroy that?

And you knew that he
stayed on at the restaurant?

He was getting stuck into the red wine.

I went home right after service.

You went straight home?
Long bath. Bed.

Alone.

Except for George Clooney.

A DVD.

I think we have everything we need
at the moment, Mrs Barbieri.

I'll ask a uniform to take you home.
Thank you.

What's with the phone, partner?

I had a thought during the interview,
so I checked it out.

Would that guy have wanted
to kill Sal, do you think?

It's Lars Kellner. He's a food critic,
very influential.

Writes for the 'Great Restaurant Guide'.
Yes, I have heard of him.

He cost the restaurant
their triple-star rating.

Sal was suing him for defamation.

Sal Barbieri was a promising young chef
who got too much recognition too early

and it turned his head.

He was very good, though, wasn't he?

The cult of celebrity!

Look, it turned him into
an arrogant, lazy so-and-so.

It also made him attractive
to female customers, didn't it?

Oh, really.

Look, I'm not interested in
Barbieri's little peccadilloes.

I'm a critic, not a gossip columnist.

His fame made him a target
for you, though, didn't it?

I didn't target him.

We have a copy of the review
you wrote here, Mr Kellner.

You didn't just confine yourself

to criticising the man's food
or his restaurant, did you?

You got stuck in on a personal level.

No!
It reads as personal.

That's why Sal was suing you
for defamation.

A suit that he was certainly going to lose

because every word that I wrote
was absolutely true.

And you can prove it was
actually the chef de cuisine

doing all the cooking in the restaurant?

Well, l...suppose the kitchen staff
would have to say so in court...

And they were all terrified of Barbieri.

So a finding for Mr Barbieri
was well on the cards.

A hundred-grand law suit?
Ooh, that's expensive.

Yes, but I didn't kill someone over this.

If you think that money's behind all this,

you should be checking the Barbieris'
bank balance, not mine.

Why's that?

Well, I've heard rumours.

I mean, the restaurant
was full every night,

but it seems that Sal's lifestyle
was sending them broke.

Right. So you're
a gossip columnist after all.

Do you think he was right
about the restaurant's finances?

Made sense. We'll follow it up.

Lesson number two, Rhys - teamwork.

That's how Homicide functions.

Yeah, OK. Sure.

Whaf'd I do?

That thing, with the phone.
When? What thing?

When we're in an interview,
we both do the interview.

Yeah, OK. Sure.

Lesson two - teamwork.

Except I thought speed
was of the essence too, right?

The whole �murders get solved
within the first 48 hours� thing.

That's why I googled him.

Good idea, badly handled.

I think we should talk to
some more of the restaurant staff,

like the new head chef-
do you wanna discuss it first?

Why would I wanna kill Sal?

Because his death gave you a clear run
at taking over the kitchen.

Major step forward career-wise.

Not if I'm in jail, it's not.

I don't fancy plating up on plastic trays.

Alright. Where were you
after 11 last night?

I went home about then.
Left the crew to clean up.

And your boss?

Oh, he was still kicking up
his heels with the punters.

I just went home and crashed.
It had been a huge night.

How did you get along with Mr Barbieri?
We've been through all this already.

Tell us again. For the tapes.

He was an aggressive, ego-driven tyrant.

And now you're standing there, holding
the spoon. How do you feel about that?

Good, actually. I worked hard for it.

I created half the signature dishes
on that menu

and Sal took credit for them as well.

Well, why didn't you walk away?
Because I'd put too much in.

And I could hardly take
the dishes I created with me.

I'd just be accused of
stealing Sal's ideas.

It doesn't leave you many options.

Oh, well, I suppose I should tell you
that we had a fight last week as well

before you find that out too.

A physical fight?
I waved a meat cleaver at him.

Threatened to use it.
Didn't use a knife instead?

No. The kitchen's always hot,
always frantic.

Everyone's under pressure
to come up with their best.

Conflicts are part and parcel,
but Sal was out of control.

Capiche?
Yes, chef!

He was getting stuck into Carmel again.

'Again'? Did he do that often?

He was always picking on her.
Why her?

I guess he didn't like rejection.

So he made a move on you?

He made a move on anything with tits.

I threatened to report him.

He backed off, contented himself
with making my life a misery.

If it wasn't for Tony, I...

Detective Mapplethorpe, the guest lists
and staffing rosters you wanted.

Excuse me.

So if it wasn't for Tony...

He looked out for me.
If it wasn't for him I'd have left.

It must be hard working here

after what happened.

Carmel, do you have any idea
what happened to Sal?

No.

What about the other staff members -
any similar situations to you?

You should, uh, talk to Monica.

She's front of house, senior wait staff.

OK. Did she tell Sal to get lost as well?

No, the opposite.

She's his latest thing.
His mistress?

That's the goss. Half of it.

And, uh, what's the other half?

Well, she's been off work
all week sick, right?

Yeah.

It's weird, 'cause they call it 'morning
sickness', but you can get it all day.

I should get back.

Yeah, go ahead.
Thanks.

I got the lists. Anything else useful?

Er, no.

No, same as everyone

She hated his guts.

Mmm.
So, what next?

Oh, it's late.

Let's call it a night.

Morning.

What, no coffee?!

What, no rotation?

Fast learner.

Hey, wouldn't mind a hand
with these client lists.

Oh, we might have something better.
-Yeah?

Yeah, you're gonna love this.

Did you notice on the staff rosters
that Monica Jones, head waitress,

had all last week off?

I made a note of it, yeah.

Word is she's pregnant,
and most likely to Sal Barbieri.

What? When did you find that out?

Last night. Carmel hinted at it.

And you didn't feel the need
to share that information?

It was just gossip. Didn't want to bother
you unless I found something good.

And did you find something good?

Monica was pregnant.
She's not anymore.

She had an abortion.

Maybe we should get her in.

So I've been sick. So what?

Been to a doctor?
No.

You don't need a doctor's certificate
to get time off work?

I haven't been asked for one.

Is that because of your special
relationship with your boss?

Oh, Clifford and I get on well...
No, we're talking about Sal Barbieri.

Your lover.

Who...who told you that?
He was or he wasn't?

I'll remind you, Miss Jones,
that this is a murder enquiry

and lying is not a smart move.

OK, we were lovers, yes.

Good. How long?

Several months.
Several months?!

God, that has to be
a record for Sal, doesn't it?

It wasn't just sex.

He cared about me.

Then why didn't he come with you
when you had an abortion?

You did have an abortion, didn't you?

And let me repeat what
Detective Mapplethorpe just said -

this is a murder enquiry.

He did come with me.
He dropped me at the clinic.

Right. Whose idea was it to terminate?

Sal's.

He didn't want any children.
He had big plans.

And they didn't include his wife.
It wasn't working between them.

They both knew that.

And Sal and I really
had something together.

So, what were the 'big plans'?

I'd have the termination, he'd leave
Susie, we'd run the restaurant together.

And open more places too.

And you weren't angry
that he made you terminate?

No.
Did his wife know what was going on?

Course not.

He hadn't left her yet, had he?

He told me to keep it all secret
till he'd sorted things out with Susie.

And then he was gonna leave her.

Monica...Sal slept with
anything that moved.

What makes you think
you're so special?

He loved me.

You really think she's that naive?

Jen, are we good?

So you understand
how it works now, right?

Yeah, absolutely. Teamwork.

We share the credit.

It's not just about credit, Rhys.

You find a clue, no matter how small,
and you share it with me.

We work together,
we work together

Yeah. OK.

Sorry, I'm still on my L's.

So let's talk to Susie Barbieri together.

OK, Nikos, I'm just gonna
run through that again.

So that's 12 dozen Sydney rock.

Why didn't you say?

Uh, yeah. OK, have you got
any of the Coffin Bay?

OK, I'll have 12 dozen of those.

And then Tony will be by
to pick up those crayfish in an hour.

Yep. Nikos, I gotta go. OK. 'Bye!

Sorry, detectives. Just one more call.

Actually, we need to speak to you first.

Can we make it quick?

Sorry, I am so far behind
for our prep for tonight.

It'll take as long as it takes.

it's a nice set-up you've got here.

Yeah. Comfortable.

Well, I've seen 'comfortable'.
This is more like 'well-off'.

No wonder you were happy
to put up with Sal's crap -

tantrums, his cheating.

I've already told you -
I had no issue with Sal's...flings.

Yeah, flings are one thing.

But what if, say, your husband
got an employee pregnant?

Which one?

We're not at liberty to say.

You don't have to.

It's Monica, isn't it?

Isn't it?

I've seen the way those two carry on.

You found out that your husband
got someone else pregnant.

No.
You were angry.

A shag's one thing,
but this was the final straw.

But I didn't find out.

I've already told you -
I didn't kill my husband.

So, how far along is she?

The little bugger!
That's not a good idea.

Don't do that!

Why are you looking at Rhys Levitt?
Because I can't work him out.

On one level he's really good, and on
another, he's like a bull in a china shop.

Hmm! Working well together, are we?

He's driving me crazy.

He's running off on tangents
and chasing ideas without consulting!

Getting results?
What is he doing in Homicide?

Well, where should he be - Fraud?
He'd be perfect there.

Why does he know so much?
Well, the coffees were up on the board.

It's not the coffees.
He knew who we were!

You introduced yourself!
You didn't! And Dunc...

Jen, have you got those booking lists?

Yes, right here.

I've just had another thought I wanna
follow up. Do you wanna tag along?

No, no, you go ahead
and just keep me in the loop.

Alright.

�A bit of study,� he said. Little bugger.

He's just completed a masters in
criminology and psychology at Oxford.

At Oxford! He took a year out to do it.
Levitt? Good on him!

And here's us thinking you were running

customer background checks
from the restaurant, Jen.

I am!
You've got Rhys's personnel file open.

Yeah, he's a customer.
He's been there several times.

It's a legitimate part of my investigation.

Well, if he eats at Barbieri's,
he's gotta be cashed up, right?

Or his family is.

Right- and connected.

And why has he landed here with
no practical experience whatsoever?

I need some fresh air.

And he's got a sweet computer.

Ah, Jennifer.
How are we doing on Barbieri?

Oh, a few interesting
developments, sarge.

Good. Bring me up to speed.
Now?

Yeah, now'd be good.
Where is your partner?

Oh, he's following up a new lead, sarge.

Something breaking?
Yes. I'm not sure yet.

Give us...10 minutes?
10 minutes, task force room.

You've called
Detective Rhys Levitt, Homicide.

Please leave a mess...

Dunny, I need to find Rhys.
Why, what's he done now?

I don't know where he is.
He's not answering his phone.

Can you help find him?
We've got a briefing in 10 minutes.

I'll go and check the male toilets
for you, then, shall I?

Thank you.

Summing up, these are our
main suspects, all five of them.

Allie, you and Nick were following up
on the customers, right?

Yeah, we spoke to all the people
who were eating in the restaurant

the night Sal Barbieri was killed.

Did they hear anything
from the kitchen that night?

Oh, just the usual yelling
that goes on in one.

And there were no complaints
about him? No antagonism?

No.

No sleazy behaviour?

Well, no more than usual, they reckon.

Nick?

Most of the women
seemed to lap it up anyway.

So...
We know all this, Jennifer.

What's this new lead you're developing?

Found him.

Sorry, sarge.
He was down with Techs.

My computer's not fully networked.

Wanted to run
a cross-check on the restaurant patrons.

Mmm, cross-check with what?

Well, Jennifer and I were talking
and we had an idea, didn't we, Jen?

We had a few ideas.
Which one were you thinking of?

Wealthy punters, broke restaurant.

Maybe Sal fraternises so much

because he's trying to get
information to blackmail them with.

That's out there.
-Good idea.

Any luck?

No. No, we were wrong about
the blackmail, as it were.

No large cash sums changing hands.

So we thought we'd just
keep following the money...

But I did strike gold on another front.

I cross-referenced the booking
and mailing list addresses

with burglaries committed
in the last six months.

Found a pattern.

Five patrons burgled in that time.

And each burg happened on a night
they were dining at the restaurant.

Good work, Rhys.

And you too, Jennifer.

I didn't know there was a briefing.

Well, next time, take your mobile,
even if you're in the building.

Lesson three?

I asked if you wanted to come.
I know.

You said no.

It was a good thought, Rhys.
You'll make sergeant in no time.

Ah, right. So that's it.

You think I'm just here
to climb the ladder.

Well, aren't you?

I'm not ashamed of
wanting to get results, Jen.

We all want results, Rhys.

It's just how we go about
getting them, right?

Now, about these burglaries -
do you think Sal was involved or not?

The Barbieris' finances are on the slide.

Maybe Sal needed to refinance
his expensive lifestyle.

Yeah, or maybe he found out
about the burglary scam

and he confronted whoever was doing it.

Yeah, that fits his personality.

So someone shut him up
before he could turn them in.

Well, whoever was running the scam

needed a good knowledge of the
customers and the booking patterns,

and Sal wasn't very
well across the business.

No. No, but the maitre d' was.

Teamwork.

Front of house -
the impeccable maitre d'.

Charming. Wouldn't be hard to tease out
personal information about your patrons.

What they're worth, what jewellery
they're wearing. Their schedules.

This is ridiculous! And insulting.

Is that what you told Sal
when he confronted you?

It's not a conversation
we needed to have.

Arranging burglaries
of regular customers?

How would I even
think of something like that?

With help.

And there had to be someone on the
outside too actually doing the robberies.

You're out of your mind. I've
never done anything illegal in my life.

You've got records. Check 'em.
Already happening.

And you can search my house
if you like, for the...spoils.

Thanks for the invitation.
Saves us from getting a warrant.

Duncan? Yes, we need to search
Clifford Dunn's residence.

So re-opening tonight, are we?
Yes. We'll be full, I expect.

Nothing like a scandal
for boosting business.

I can't believe you'd suspect me
of something like this, Detective Levitt.

Oh, it goes with the job, Clifford.

We're naturally suspicious.

Well, you can tell your aunt she'll
struggle for her special table in future.

You can tell her.

Thanks, Dunny.

Well, the search is all organised.
We'll give you a lift.

Anything from the search
of Clifford's place?

Nothing that matches
the stolen goods, anyway.

Clifford Dunn is Mr Tidy.

How's his background looking?

I did a detailed pass.
20 years in the business.

Worked his way up from
sweeping crumbs off tables.

Poached by Sal Barbieri
when he first started up.

Financials - clean as a whistle.

I can never get that -
aren't whistles full of spit?

I can't find any spit in this one.

I did find something interesting

in the waitress Monica Jones's
financials, though.

What?

A payment of $10,000 to the registrar
of the Brisbane Magistrate's Court.

Bail payment?
Give the woman a prize.

One Shane Barnett finished
his sentence six months ago.

Since then...
He's been here.

Hmm!
Now we're cooking.

I'll let Jen and Rhys know.

So, where is he?
I don't know.

We broke up.

I haven't spoken to him since I left
Queensland - check my phone.

Oh, there's always pay phones.

Pay phones? What are they?

Nobody uses pay phones these days.

They do if they've got something to hide.

You were the planner -
the inside source.

No.

Just because I've got an ex
who's been done for burglary

doesn't mean we're stealing
from my boss's customers.

Your lover's customers.
Exactly. Why would I do that to him?

You see, our problem is
you've got two issues with Sal.

He wouldn't leave his wife and
he made you terminate a pregnancy.

Both are great motives for murder.

Yeah, according to you.
Have you even spoken to my ex?

I'm sure you'd know if we had.

You can't even find him, can you?
We don't intend to stop looking.

Fine. Well, when you do find him, he'll
tell you I've got nothing to do with this.

Sleeping with Sal and stealing from
his customers at the same time?

She doesn't seem right for it.
Mmm.

We really need to track down
the boyfriend. Are you listening?

Yeah. Always listening.

And we need to find a way
to put more pressure on Monica.

Yeah, and on Clifford Dunn as well.

Yeah, well, he lies to
his customers for a living,

so he could be tough.

What are you doing?

I had to get the number.

Your condolences are
very much appreciated.

Thanks.

Hello!
-Sorry I'm late.

Where have you been?
Car trouble.

Tonight goes like clockwork.
Andiamo, ragazzi!

What do you want?
Table for two.

That's not funny. I don't need
any grief right now, OK?

What happens tonight is going to decide
whether this business survives or not.

I'm not joking. I booked a table.

You booked a table? I thought you said
there was a 3-month wait.

Under the name 'Waverley'.

Rhys, you can't...

Drop a name if it gets you up the list.

Detective...

A number of our command personnel
use this place,

and I wanted to make sure of a table
in Monica Jones's section,

which is what I've requested.

Wasting your time, then. She's not here.

Where is she?

I fired her.

It was just gonna be too much having
her here in front of me every night.

And Clifford Dunn? Where's he?

He's late, which is
something else I don't need.

Right. We'll just look at a menu
while we wait for him.

If you have time for dinner, I assume
you've identified my husband's killer.

Not yet.

You think I'm a callous bitch, don't you?

Re-opening a couple of days after
your husband's death?

This place was Sal's dream - our dream.

We both worked for years
to get it happening,

and I'm not gonna let it die now.

Scallops are fantastic.

You don't seriously think
I'm gonna eat anything.

Why not?

Here we go.

Excuse me!

Clifford. Why'd you run?

We scare you?
Something to hide?

I know why you're here, but...
I didn't do anything.

I swear. She was dead when I got there.

Stabbed in the back.

Same MO.
But no hot oil.

And the theory is?

That Clifford was terrified that Monica
was gonna implicate him in the burgs,

so he went round there and killed her.

And this happened while you two
were out dining in a restaurant.

Checking out suspects, sarge.
It was my idea.

I don't care whose idea it was.
I want a full report ASAP.

Well, this doesn't look good, does it?

It would look a hell of a lot better
if we could solve these murders.

Well, we've got the maitre d'.
Good place to start.

You were the inside source
for the burglaries, weren't you?

We're gonna cross-reference
your phone with Monica's ex.

That'll prove your connection.

We've got you, Clifford.

Alright. Alright.

Monica had talked about an ex-boyfriend

having spent some time
in jail for burglary.

He was coming to Melbourne.
I got in touch with him.

But Monica didn't know.

You formed a partnership.

No wonder you were so keen to re-open
the night after Sal had been killed.

We had a couple of jobs planned.

So, how'd it work? Did you match
phone numbers, addresses?

It's my job to make the customers
feel at home.

I'd get to know the regulars.

Everything about them.

I'm a very good listener.

And while they were
dining at Barbieri's...

I'd give their details to Shane,

he'd do the break-ins, fence the goods
and then we'd split the takings.

With you and Monica Jones.

She didn't know anything
about the burglaries.

Is that right? She was not involved?

She foolishly loved Sal.

You didn't feel that way
about Sal, did you?

Sal promised me the world. �Come and
work for me. I'll make you a partner!�

I quit a quality job on that promise.

I'm still waiting.

Bet you resented Sal's ego -
his success as well, didn't you?

Everyone did.

But only one person killed him.
Not me.

Still, it's a good job, maitre d'.

Swanning around, deciding
who gets in, who doesn't.

You've got no idea what it's like, do you?

Sucking up to all those people
every night,

taking their rudeness.

Keep smiling. Keep being charming.

So you stole from them
to make yourself feel better?

I wanted some of what they have.

I wanted some of their life, not just...

..tips and...familiarity
disguising their contempt.

Sal found out what you
were doing, didn't he?

So you killed him - and Monica too.
Loose ends, right?

No. I didn't kill anyone.

Then why did you run?

I panicked because I thought you'd
found out and come to arrest me.

I'm a thief. I'll admit that.

But I haven't killed anybody.

Why were you late for work?

Monica Jones was killed not an hour
before you turned up at the restaurant.

What were you doing at her house?

I went there to find out
how much she knew.

And what happened?
Poor darling was dead when I got there.

Still warm.

I've told you - I'll admit to
organising the burglaries.

You can arrest me for that.
But I haven't killed anybody.

And no amount of questioning
is gonna make me say that I have.

Clifford's still denying it,
and I believe him.

We've got him and Monica's ex,
Shane Barnett, for the burgs,

but Clifford's not our killer.

No.
So, who are we looking at?

These two - Tony and Susie.

We got a little bit distracted
with the maitre d's scam,

but there's a distinct possibility

that their relationship
is more than just professional.

They were acting very much like lovers.

Well, she's got motive
for Sal and Monica Jones.

Husband and mistress.

Susie's got no alibi for Sal,
but she's rock-solid for Monica.

Right, but we saw Tony arriving late
for work last night, so he has no alibi.

We should pull them both in.

Yeah, if they're in this together,
we divide and conquer.

They'll cough up.

Why have you got me in here?

I'm not saying anything to you people.
You have screwed up everything.

This is crap!

Monica killed Sal because he turned
his back on her after the abortion.

That right?
It makes perfect sense.

Well, then who killed Monica?
Clifford killed her.

Because of this burglary thing.

You see, it doesn't make sense.

Two murders, one MO.

One killer.

Clifford Dunn had
no reason to kill Monica.

She actually wasn't involved with any
robbery. She knew nothing about them.

Did she find out about you and Susie?

There's nothing to find out.
Is that why Susie fired her?

No, Susie fired her
for screwing her husband.

Where were you last night?
You were late for work, weren't you?

On your big night.
So? My car broke down.

Did you talk to anyone?
Did you see anyone?

No, I got it started again
and went straight to work.

What if we told you we have a witness
that can place you outside Monica's?

Were you there?

Tony, were you there?

Answer the question, Tony.
OK.

I went there.
Why did you go to her place?

Because I felt sorry for her

after getting fired by Susie like that.

I just went to see how she was.

And how was she?
A bit upset, but alright.

I didn't kill her.

Why would I? I liked Monica.

I'm telling you, she was
very much alive when I left.

OK. So you're not having
a relationship with Susie Barbieri?

Of course not. She's my boss's wife.

What about the saucier,
Carmel Shatner?

Carmel?
Yeah.

She just works in the kitchen.

Yeah, but you said yourself
you were always sticking up for her.

Because I felt sorry for her.

Well, she said to us that
she only stayed on because of you.

Because I was friendly to her, that's all.

He's a nice guy, Tony?
He's gonna be a first-rate chef.

He's not bad-looking.

That's not important. it's how
he handles himself in the kitchen.

Oh, from what I can see, he can
handle himself in other places too.

I don't know what you mean.

A little touch, a little kiss in the dining
room as though no-one was noticing.

Just friendly relations with the staff.

Tony's friendly with
lots of people, isn't he?

Do you really know your lover, Susan?

Why do you think
he defended Carmel Shatner

when your husband had a go at her?

How would I know?

Did you know that Tony and Sal
nearly came to blows over her?

It's gonna be the same thing
all over again -

him sleeping with somebody else.

Carmel?!

With you increasingly
pushed aside.

Carmel?

Your liaison with Susie Barbieri is just
a matter of convenience, isn't it?

No.
You get a slice of the restaurant.

A shot at the top job.
No!

No, he wouldn't do that.
What? Use you?

He wouldn't...
He already did.

Sal's murder was a conspiracy,
wasn't it?

No.

You'd had enough of
Sal cheating on you.

You thought you had
something going with Tony

and you thought you could keep
the restaurant, with Sal dead.

So you persuaded Tony to kill him.

Admit it, Tony!
No!

You never cared about Susie.

You thought you had everything -
the restaurant and Tony Pascoe.

No.

You deluded yourself
that Tony was yours.

Tony doesn't care about you.

He'll be in the room next door
gloating about how he fooled you,

got the restaurant and got Carmel.

So you see, Susie, all your plans
have come to nothing.

Sal's dead,

you're gonna lose the restaurant...

..and Tony,

to a younger woman.

She's close, but she's
not gonna give it up.

Keep her sweating. She might crack.

We can't hold them for much longer.

She doesn't want to believe
that he'd betray her.

Maybe we're wrong.

My instinct is we're not.

If regulations let us
interview them together,

I reckon they'd end up
pointing the finger at each other.

But...

We can't.

Or can we?

You're right to go.

Thanks for your cooperation,
Mrs Barbieri.

Susie. What did you say to them?

What's going on with Carmel?

Tell me what's going on.
Nothing.

Come on, sir.

What is going on, Tony?
Nothing.

You're lying, aren't you?

God's sake, Susie.
It was her all the time, not me.

You're just as bad as he was.
I don't know what you're talking about.

You said it was me you wanted,
not the restaurant.

Susie, don't.
I loved you, you bastard.

Keep your mouth shut!

You said if we got rid of Sal...
Shut up!

As if I could have spent
my life with your moods!

You said you loved me, you bastard,
and I believed you!

And you're screwing Carmel!

Because I couldn't stand
the sight of you!

That's one thing Sal got right-
hating you!

You tortured him with boiling oil,
you sick bastard!

I'm gonna tell them everything!

You hear me? Everything!

What...happened to my life?

Beautiful. That was just beautiful.

Got them both.
Nice scam, coffee boy.

Well, it was Jennifer's idea.

Tony's just confessed to killing Monica

after she confronted him
about his affair with Susie.

So, how did she catch on
about the affair?

Monica saw them secretly pashing,
figured out he'd killed Sal.

She was gonna talk to us, and Tony
couldn't stand for that, could he?

Your first homicide case
and you've smashed it.

It's my first real case ever, actually.
You're kidding.

No, I barely had time to get out of
uniform before I went overseas.

Oxford.
Yeah, how'd you know that?

Detective Levitt, how are you settling in?

Ma'am, no problems.
Caught a case already.

And closed it, I hear.

Teamwork, ma'am.
Good.

You're not here for a holiday,
so keep up the good work.

Kingston.
Ma'am.

And don't pick up any bad habits.

Ohh, what a bitch!
Tough, is she?

Yeah, yeah. If she takes a set
against you, she can be a real cow.

Right. Well, I'll remember that.
Real cow. Lesson four.

He did alright for someone
with no experience.

Yeah, he's got good ideas.
He just needs to share them, eh, Jen?

He's doing alright.

'Night, all.
-'Night, ma'am.

Hey, I'll do our brief for the DPP,
if you like -take one for the team.

Thanks, Rhys.

Oh, my God.

What?
Now it all makes sense.

I know why Rhys
scored a job in Homicide.

The restaurant- he booked
under the name 'Waverley'

and the maitre d' talked about
his aunt's �special table�.

He's her nephew.

Ohh...

Auntie Waverley, huh?

Ohhh, no.

Allie?

I just told Rhys his auntie was a bitch.

And a cow.

Ohh!