All language subtitles for Mr.And.Mrs.Murder.S01E11_English

(nonchalant music)

- [Lady] Thanks, can you
wait for me around the front?

(taxi door slams)

(lady screaming)

(upbeat music)

- Hey, are you okay?

(nonchalant music)

(upbeat bouncy music)

(car door slams)

- Lavanya, Sanskrit for beautiful woman.

- [Lady] Hmm.

- Are we okay to park here?

- Yeah, it's a loading zone.

We're all good.

- Thank you Lavanya.

- A 30-year-old girl,

that's not much older than Jess.

You'd think she would have
have been able to find someone

to talk her out of it.

- Hey, you know the first plastic surgeon

would have spoken Sanskrit.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- A Hindu surgeon by the
name Hudafta Fasanpat.

First one to write down
his method for rhinoplasty,

as early as 600 BC.

- So they had nose jobs back then?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So you got them blown off in the war,
or they'd have them cut off as punishment.

They would walk around with
no nose, completely noseless.

- So, how did they smell?

- Terrible.

600 BC, it's a very old joke.

It's a good one, though.
- Yeah.

I can't top that, Charlie.

- No, you can.

Peter, no, your hair looks good.

Don't touch it, don't touch a blade.

It looks fantastic.

- I've got a press
conference, Charlie, for the--

- For a suicide.

- The media are having a field day.

A lot of celebs get work done here.

- So, the jumper, Ivy Dawkins

was a former patient of Dr. Mukajee.

So, her medical files
shows that she was banned

from having any more surgery.

She had this mental condition called--

- Body dysmorphia.

- Shall we go up?
- Yeah, sure.

- It's one of the anxiety disorders

where perfectly normal-looking
people become obsessed

with their appearance.

They get fixated on what they
perceive to be an ugly chin

or nose or whatever.

- Yeah, it's sad.

- So, she was upset with the doctor.

He not only refused to
give her more treatment,

he advised his colleagues to do the same.

It seems she jumped as
a way to punish him,

or make him feel guilty, or
bring him into disrepute.

- So this press conference
is for him, not for her.

The A-list flocks here for
some new facelift he does.

- Dr. Mukajee hasn't arrived yet.

I'm sure he won't be long.

Do you mind holding?

Lavanya center.

Oh, he's unavailable.

Yes, deliver straight to the site.

Yes, the builders will
be at the doctor's home.

- These are the cleaners.

- Ah, yes, yes, yes.

Just go through please.

Thank you.

The doctors shouldn't be too much longer.

We had a little incident last night.

Take a seat.

- How did Ivy get in here?

- Her sister Emily works here.

She recently lost a pass key.

It was found in Ivy's pocket.

- Did she leave a note?

- A poem.

Her sister identified the handwriting.

That's what she was into really.

Heaping blame on the
doctor for her misery.

- Not very high up, is it?
- No.

And the prints belong to...

- The doc, the receptionist and Ivy,

when she lifted up the window.

It's a suicide, basically.

- What about the marker outside?

- I think that's for one of her heels.

- High heels?

- Very high.

One was found on her foot
and the other one down there.

- How much did Ivy weigh?

- 53 kilograms.

- And in Imperial measurements?

No, that's all right.
I'll work it out.

- Excuse me, detective.

I've got a sample of our cover-up.

I've chosen deep bronze,

because you have a lovely--

- Thank you.

I'm sorry, it's--

- Rena.

- [Detective] Rena. Thank you very much.

- Pleasure.

Can you imagine a more selfish act?

Now, if you could just give
everything a really good dust

and a bit of a vacuum.

Oh, and there's the bags
in here, the rubbish bags.

And in the en suite, if
you could take those.

I do hope this won't take long.

- No, we'll be as quick as we can be.

- Lavanya Center.

- And don't forget the garden.

- Is he wearing make-up
for a press conference?

- He did look a little
shadowy under the eyes.

- No, but it's good for him
to have bags under his eyes.

It gives him an authority
he doesn't otherwise have.

- If you wanted to kill yourself,

why would you jump from
a two-storey window

into a soft garden?

- You've got that tree to
negotiate to get to the sundial.

She didn't weigh very much, did she?

I think our good doctor is divorced.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

The bookend.

He got one, she got the other.

- Oh, right.

- See, marital separation
doesn't make any sense, does it?

- No.

A young girl dies and someone
else is planning renovations.

Guess that's life though, isn't it?

- Mmhh.

Well, you got a whole waiting room
full of people planning renovations.

I don't understand.

I mean, if you were a surgeon,

wouldn't you use your skills to save lives

instead of peddling dermal fillers?

- Mmhh.

You'd never have Botox, would you?

No, you wouldn't
- Probably not.

- And why not? 'Cause you too sensible

to inject your face with botulism.

Paralyzing your tissues
like that's ridiculous.

I quite agree with you.

- Jade Jagger now does home interiors.

- Does she?
- Yeah.

- You know Jade Jagger is
Mick Jagger's daughter?

- Everyone knows that, sweetie.

- And now you do.

- It's been hideous.

We've been with the
police most of the night.

- Yeah, we've just been at
the mortuary and had to...

- You really, really
didn't need to come in.

- Well, I wanted to ask
Dr. Mukajee in person

if I could have some time off.

- You've just had two weeks.

Of course he'll say yes.

- Oh, hi. Sorry to interrupt.

We just finished cleaning
Dr. Mukajee's room.

It's just downstairs now for the garden.

- Emily, Emily, my dear.

Oh, what a sad, sad turn of events.

A terrible, terrible shock.

So very, very tragic.

- Emily would like some time off.

- All the time you need my dear.

All the time you need.

- I'm so sorry.

All the time you need.

- Thank you Dr. Mukajee.

- Now, which one of you lovely ladies

will I be seeing first today?

Please forgive me for being late.

- Oh God, Michael, he must hate me.

I'm amazed he's even
gonna let me come back.

- Of course he will.

I'll call us a cab.

- Hi, I just wanted to
say that I'm really sorry

for your loss.

- Did you know my sister?

- No.

- You didn't know her
and you don't know me.

So why say something
you don't really mean?

- Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Come on.

- I still don't understand
how she got all the way

out here to the sundial.

- You don't think she
could have jumped this far?

- Well, it's not the distance so much.

It's the force.

What did Thingy say she weighed?

- 53 kilograms.

- 53 kilograms, that's 116 pounds

and 13 and a half ounces.

Would have fallen through these branches,

would have lost momentum.
Why didn't she land by those roses?

- Was she pushed?

- Or did she manage to
somehow propel herself out?

Now, I've accounted for
the height difference

between Jess and Ivy

in the construction of the window frame.

- Oh, these are ridiculous.

How could anyone wear them?
- Well, your aunty wore for many years

with no complaint at all.

- They are ridiculous.
They really hurt.

- Really?
- Mmhh.

Why do you think I stopped wearing them?
- Well, I thought you'd snared your mate

and there was no need

to display yourself provocatively anymore,

so I thought.

- That's rife.

- Okay. Ready, Jess?

Are you gonna to come through?

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

- Nah.

- See? It makes no sense for
Ivy to have worn heels to jump.

- No, no.

Look, the only way she
could propel herself out

is if she held either
side of the window frame.

- 'Cause we know she only had
fingerprints on the bottom

of the window sill.

She didn't propel herself.

- No.

- So, she was pushed?

- Or she was thrown.

- So, who planted the suicide note?

Number 15.
This is it.

This is Ivy's place.

(car door slams)

Sweetie, if you were Ivy,

what would get you out of your apartment

and over to the surgery in
the middle of the night?

- Well, you see, I wouldn't go

to the Lavanya Charlatan
Center regardless of who I was.

- Someone lured here there.

They knew about her compulsion
and they played on it.

- And offered her the
treatment she wanted.

Doctor?

- Or a nurse.

Her sister, maybe.

- So, are we breaking in
or we're doing accents?

- Breaking in.

- Oh, well we tried. Come on.

- No, no, no, sweetie.

People are most likely to
open their doors to police,

florists or pizza deliveries,

in that order.

- Great! I get to do an accent.

- Yeah.

(intercom buzzing)

- [Woman Voice] Yes?

- Hello, pizza delivery.

Yeah, yeah. We're trying to deliver pizza

to the third floor.

(door buzzing open)

Okay. Sweet night.

Sweet night, thank you.

- Well done.

- Thank you.

(elevator buzzes open)

Cold, austere, but with excellent views.

(steps running away)

- Hey!

Hey!

I'll go downstairs.

(steps approaching)

- Sweetie, you're all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Did you get a good look at him?
- No, I got a look at his pants.

There was flour on them.

Paint, it was paint on them.

- Dr. Mukajee is renovating his home.

He might have sent someone.

I'll call Peter.
- Yeah, call Peter.

Call Peter, tell him
to get me an ambulance.

- Yeah, absolutely will.

Okay. Yeah.

Thanks Peter.

Bye.

- So why are we here?

- Because we were driving past,

we saw the light on.

- Right, that's a good idea.

- And we're going to
be leaving immediately

and locking the door behind us.

- Good, good.

Yeah, I can get with that.

I can work with that.

Well, she still seemed to
be engaging with the world.

She was buying art as
recently as two months ago.

Do you buy art if you're
severely depressed?

- I don't know,

but she was a recluse.

- A very wealthy recluse.

- Her bathroom mirror's covered over.

- Ah, well body dysmorphiacs,

they spend all their time either
assessing their appearance

or avoiding it completely.

It's very, very sad.

- Oh, look how beautiful she is.

How could she think she was anything but?

- Oh, look, there's her and Emily.

- Look happy enough
together then, don't they?

- She wound up here
alone in a soulless tower

surrounded by art and collectibles.

What you got there?

- I think journals.

- A lot of poetry.

- Yeah, that one's two years old.

- This is three years old.

- Wonder where her current journal is.

(bouncy music)

- You know, this might
be a simple burglary.

Look, see?

There are pieces missing from each

of these jewelry boxes
here, here, here, here.

- If our intruder was after jewelry,

surely you'd take the whole lot.

You wouldn't just take
select a pieces, would you?

- Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, they're not that
discerning, are they?

No, you're quite right.

What are you doing?

- What? Don't men keep things
in their underwear drawer?

- Yeah, well they keep underwear.

Oh, you did!

You found that?

Good, good find.

That's a good one.

- Ah, lots of poetry, Charlie.

Here's the torn page.

Mind you, if this is where the
suicide note was torn from,

it's months old.

These are all much more upbeat.

"New day, new way, new light."

- Well, people often are less
depressed when they resolve

to end it all.

It's a spectacle nosepiece.

Did Ivy wear glasses?

- Well, not in the photographs,

but it's possible.

- All right.

We should bag this and we should go.

(answering machine beeps)

- You have one old message.

- [Emily] Hi, Ivy.

It's Em and Michael.

We're still up in Port Douglas.

It's divine.

Hope you're okay.

Thinking of you, and see
you when we get back Sunday.

- Hang on darling, hang on.

Could you play that again

just one more time, please?

Thank you.

- [Emily] Hi, Ivy.

It's Em and Michael.

We're still up in Port Douglas.

It's divine.

Hope you're okay.

Thinking of you, and see
you when we get back Sunday.

- That is a yellow swan-tail loon.

I'm sure of it.

Remember last autumn
when one built its nest

in our letterbox?

- Yes.

- I had to make that clockwork out

to fly in and scare it away.

It took me weeks to build.

It's good, though.

But the fireball...

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

They're not native up north.

You wouldn't find them in Port Douglas.

- So, she was lying to her sister.

Emily was in town.

- Believe that, or she
took the bird on holiday.

- No, I think it was the first one.

- You're right.

- So, Emily's the most likely one

to have lured Ivy to the surgery?

- Yes.

(indistinct)

Hi.
- Oh, hello?

- What are you doing?

- We're the cleaners.

- Yes, we met this
morning with the police.

- Why are you here?

- Well, there was a burglary here.

- Yes, there was a robbery, attempted.

- And the police called us,
because we were in the vicinity.

Yeah, we were asked by the
police to secure the perimeters,

which we have done.

- Well, thank you for that.

We'll take it from here.

I'll go check Ivy's room.

- Absolutely.

- Well, being a crime scene,

it probably would be preferable

if we went one at a time, Charlie.

- Yeah, that's a great idea.

Yes, absolutely.

That would sensible.

There are fingerprints to preserve.

So if you wouldn't mind
putting these on, sir.

Just this way.

- Feel free to...

This is a late flight?

- Yeah, late, quite late.

- So I have to tell you
that the photographs

with you and Ivy,

she looks like she was
really happy with you.

- Look, I'm really sorry
about this morning.

- No, no, don't even think about it.

You're in shock.

- I was.

I felt guilty and angry and a
whole lot of things and shock.

- Oh, no need to feel guilty.

- We actually got back last
week from Michael's work.

I was here when it happened.

If only I'd talked to her,

but she was hard work, you know?

- You did a lot of caring for your sister.

- It was great being away
just for a little while.

She'd been seeing a psychiatrist.

She was starting to make some progress,

but she's still really,
really reliant on me.

And our parents died suddenly.

She didn't cope.

And gradually,

this fixation started
about how she looked.

Everything about her was
wrong according to her,

and I didn't help.

- How do you mean?

- I started working with Dr. Mukajee.

And of course, she had her inheritance

to buy a brand new face.

And then it just escalated into...

- It's a mental illness.

That's just not your fault.

- Thank you.

It's been very hard.

- Is that 'I' for Ivy?

- Oh, yeah.

We swapped once for fun
and never swapped back.

And then the police gave
hers, not mine, back to us.

It doesn't feel right to wear mine.

- I think we're right to go.

We have another cleaning job to attend to.

And thank you very much
for your time, sir.

- Actually, just one more thing.

Did Ivy wear glasses?

- No.

- Thanks.

- Okay.
- Bye.

No wonder she wanted some respite,

it must've been exhausting.

And then she was probably relieved

that the responsibility was gone.

which probably made her feel guilty.

- Or she was relieved because she did it,

and so far her act is
convincing everybody.

- Yeah, but she was wearing
her sister's necklace.

I don't think she feels
guilty about anything

apart from the fact
that she didn't do more.

I don't think she did it.

- Shall we floss?

- Yes.

So, is there any news on
our friend in the hoodie?

- Nothing.

Suicide nite certainly came
from the journal you found.

To Dr. M, and then all about suicide.

- Okay. If we go with the
theory that someone lured her

to the clinic to get treatment,

why would she rip this out of the journal

and take it with her?

- Someone took it earlier
from her apartment.

- Well, she gave it to
Dr. Mukajee herself,

and then he used it to set up the suicide.

We know that she was a serial pest.

- You take out an AVO out on serial pests.

You don't have to kill them.

- Yeah, but maybe she
was driving him crazy.

She might've had something on him.

We know that Rena from the clinic

certainly thought good riddance.

And he almost seemed too nice.

Maybe he's hiding something.

- Well, I've got my interview.

Wish me luck.
- Good luck.

- How do I look?

- You look great, Pete.

- Feel great.

You are the man, PV.

- Do you mind if I take a quick photo?

- Sure.
- Okay.

- Oh, that's 30 days, please.

While I was here, I was
wondering if Dr. Mukajee

might be able to see me.

- A primary consult?

Let's see.

We have had a few
cancellations over the scandal.

- Yes, I think you might be in luck.

- Thank you.

- For a woman your age,

you're holding up.

Hands?
- yes.

- Let me see them.
- Sorry.

I do use sunscreen, when I remember.

- You have beautiful hands.

- Oh, thank you.

So Ivy kept wanting to get
more and more procedures?

- Let's talk about you.

- It's just that I'm really
interested in the condition.

I was thinking about
going back to university

and studying psychology.

- Then you'll understand what it's like
to be accused of malpractice,

to be subject to vile threats

and to have hours and
hours every week engaged

in defending yourself
against baseless accusations.

- I see.

- I hope you never do.

Our approach at Lavanya
is that we build ourselves

towards our best self image.

We're stepping confidently
into our future selves.

Any thoughts about that?

- Sounds good.

- Would you like me to
make some suggestions?

I can see some avenues we might take.

- We could have a look.

- I'm not saying have
all of this done now.

It's what's available to you in time.

You could have nothing at all done now

and still be confident that
you're a beautiful woman.

You should be.

- So when someone like Ivy
wants to get everything done--

- For example, Nicola, your
broken capillary there,

does that bother you at all?

- What would it take to get rid of that?

- We could laser that for you in a jiffy.

You just need to fill out some paperwork.

- Yeah. Okay. Yeah, that sounds...

Sure.

- Well, here is some
information about laser surgery.

- Would I be able to borrow
your reading glasses?

I can't quite...

Thank you.

- Something wrong?

- No.

Yes, I should, I really

I shouldn't go through
with signing anything

until I speak to my husband.

But, I wondered if maybe I could
get a printout of all this?

- Of course, I like my
ladies to be comfortable.

Otherwise, what's the point?

- He's a very persuasive man.

I can't believe he wouldn't
be able to convince someone

as vulnerable as Ivy that
she'd had enough work done.

- More than a doctor/patient
relationship, do you think?

- Yeah, there was something weird going on

with his briefcase.

When a name came up,

his eyes fell to it.

I'd love to get back in
there and have a look around,

of course we'd have to get past Rena.

- Although the nosepiece of the glasses

that puts him in Ivy's
apartment, doesn't it?

- Mmhh.

- Okay.

Not that you need this,

but wow.

This actually makes a difference.

- Oh no!

Even I just got the capillaries done.
- Oh, go for it. Why not?

- Really?

No, no, no, no. you wouldn't do...

Would you really do that?

I mean, gosh, darl, you're so beautiful.

I love all those broken capillaries.

- All those broken capillaries?

- Yeah, yeah.

What are we, but what we are?

What are we, but our character?

That's what we are.

- Yeah, I would still have character

just not with all the broken capillaries.

- Oh, I didn't mean anything by it.

I mean, God, look at me.

Look at my nose.

Look at my teeth.

Look at my forehead, look,

it looks like a piano accordion, see?

- But it's not about you, Charlie.

It's about Nicola.

- Well, that is dishonest,
don't you think?

You're sort of tricking people

into thinking you're younger than you are

and you rob yourself of
the chance to be beautiful

in a way that's got
nothing to do with youth.

- You've given me an idea.

Jess, get your coat.

Sorry darling, this is ladies business.

- All right.

- Sorry, Rena.

I just have a few more
questions for Dr. Mukajee.

I just wondered even if I could--

- What is going on here?

Tell me.

What is actually going on here.

Don't you see this is dishonest?

- Excuse me, young lady.

- You're fooling people into thinking

you're younger than you are.
Beauty isn't about youth,

it's about truth.

Truth is beauty.

- Could we just bring it down?

- I'm making a stand.

- Well, you can do it sitting.

(Jess and Rena arguing)

- I will tell you.

Fine. Vivienne, call security this moment.

- Sweetie, you were great.

Mukajee is meeting with
the barrister tomorrow.

He's getting sued.

- I think I'm blacklisted.

It feels good.
- Yeah.

- So, who's suing?

- A bunch of actors and celebrities

breach of confidentiality.

Apparently, Mukajee's
brought some technique

over from the States, lift
and fill, invisible facelift.

Anyway, he's claiming
that the files were stolen

from his office and then
leaked to a women's magazine.

- By Ivy?
- Yeah.

Which would explain why we found Mukajee's

nosepiece in Ivy's apartment.

He must have been trying
to confined her in person.

- And she threatened to leak the files

unless he gives her the
treatment she wants.

- And when he refused--

- She sets out to destroy him.

- Yes.
- Done.

- Yeah.

- No, the doctor's in Daylesford

with his new girlfriend all weekend.

Spoke to him at length.

He was also seen leaving the
B&B early Monday morning.

- He could have driven
down, done the deed,

and driven back again.

- Or he could have hired a hitman,

a hitman with filthy trousers.

- Mmhh, very grubby.

- I'll do a mileage check on his car,

and check any hire car
companies up there as well.

He also reported something
missing from his office.

- What was taken?

- An antique Indian bookend.

- Antique Indian bookend.

We saw the mate of that in the office

when we were cleaning it.

Had a horse on it.

We'll send you the picture.

- Yeah, what do you got?

- Is he still wearing make-up?

- I don't know.
I can't tell.

- Charlie, what if the hitman
was actually a hit lady?

It could be Rena in a hoodie.

- Okay.

- Rena is in love with Dr. Mukajee.

- How do you know that?

- I just know.

- The doc's in surgery now, I'm sorry.

You know, you really need
to make an appointment.

He's a very busy man.

- You two obviously work so well together.

I imagined you've learnt
some of his techniques.

- Well, I am a registered nurse.

I do step in often to lend a hand.

Actually I've got my own clients.

- Oh, it's my first time.

And, I feel more comfortable with you.

I've actually had a really hard time

convincing my husband.

Now that I've finally got him here.

- Well, apart from the capillary,

our laser rooms are
booked out at the moment.

Doctor has suggested
Botox and some filler.

We can do them both, why not?

- Oh, even if we just
sat down somewhere quiet

and went through the outcomes again.

- Do you want to get it done or not?

- I guess.

- Good.

- Fizzy, don't let them
do anything to your navel.

- Oh, you just sit there
and enjoy the music.

I always say it's best to just decide

and get it over and done with.

Don't you think?

There we go.

(ambient music)

- Dr. Mukajee, that must've
been under a lot of pressure

with Ivy demanding to be treated.

- Oh no, he meditates.

He's very calm.

- And it did bother you, because you're,

I guess you're at the front line.

Oh, Emily dealt with Ivy.

Of course she stopped coming in

and then started to call all day.

But, we deal with these
things calmly, don't we?

Otherwise, who are we going
to hurt? Only ourselves.

- What's in that?

- Oh, that's the filler
that you've signed off on.

It's very light, latest on the market.

So, Dr. Mukajee is
having renovations done.

Is that for here--

- Just relax.

- Are you getting renovations done?

This might sting a little bit.

- When Ivy came into the clinic,

was there any indication she was--
- It' going to sting if you don't relax.

- Is it safe?

(moaning)

And again, now this time, just relax.

(moaning)

Oh no, this is hemorrhoid cream.

It helps with the bruising.

- Is everything all right?

- Cash or credit?

- Credit.

That's fine.

- Someone's walked the Compostela.

- Oh, the Camino de Santiago?

- Yeah.

- Yes, I did.

- You did, well done.

- Have you done?

- No, no, no, no. I'd love to, though.

800 kilometers, I'd
have to train up for it.

- Oh, you look like you could handle it.

- (laughs) Please!

- You know, it's not the walk.

It's the people.

The little village masses along the way,

that's what keeps you going.

- Isn't there, now there's a big swinging

I remember a picture of it,

a swinging thing, like a thing.

- Oh yeah, at the end?
- Yeah.

Yes, the pilgrims mess
and the El Botafumeiro.

- Oh yeah, yeah.

The giant incense burner.

I'd love to see that in real life.

- Oh, it's stunning.

You should.

I loved my local church,

but they don't do the incense anymore.

I know I shouldn't say it,

but I really wish they did.

- Boy, we live in secular times, don't we?

- Yes, that's true.

- Thank you very much.

- Oh, that's quite reasonable price.

- Oh, thank you.

- It's a happy buen camino.

Buen camino.

Oh, ice every half hour.

- Well, that was pretty pricey.

We're gonna have to sell
Jess to white slavers.

- I can't believe you were
talking Spanish to her.

- Well, she flattering me.

They do that.

She probably wanted me
to get some liposuction.

- (mumbling) murder suspect.

- No, no, no. She didn't murder anybody.

- Oh, 'cause she is (mumbling) catholic,

or the crusades.

- No, no, no.

You don't walk the Compostela
and then murder somebody.

You might walk it after you
murdered somebody as payments.

- You should see the needle in her hand.

- We should walk the Compostela.

I think it'd be a great
transformative experience

for us, spiritually.

Well, you should, seriously.

Hey darling, can I have a look?

- It's great.

- With just Kabana with Kabana cheese?

- This is lovely.

- Is Janine here?

- Oh, she rang.

She said she's going
to be fashionably late.

In that case, Alan,

do you mind taking a
look at this poem for me?

See what you think?

- You're the only one book reader
who understands James Joyce,

so you're the man.

"The more I am away from you, I love you.

And can't imagine how anyone could know

how to live without you."

Wait, is this yours?

- No.
- Oh, thank God.

It's terrible.

All right, it's a love poem to Dr. M.

Who's Dr. M?

- I think there's more to it than that,
and I think we might be missing something.

"I see now, that you are my
center and I am misery itself."

If you take out every second line,

it's a completely different poem.

"The more I am away from you,

I know how to live without you."

So, she's actually asserting herself.

She's looking towards the future.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's a code.

- And sorrow for your pain
brings only grief to me.

It's an apology?

An apology to the doctor for
bringing illegal action maybe.

- Yeah. So the police in the novel,

when they found the note,

they could easily be forgiven
for thinking it was suicide,

because of the word suicide, of course.

And also to Dr. M.

Honestly, there are so
many courses I want to do

at night school.

I could live another century

and not get through them all I tell you.

Sculpture, who would have thought?

But Andre says that I have a real talent.

I could be the next Henry Moore.

- Oh, wow. I should take these.

- Nicola, have you done
something to your hair?

- No, I'll just get us some
glasses and we can get started.

- We'll need a lot of glasses.

- Something is wrong with her face.

- Can you tell? 'Cause I've
got most of my feeling back.

Is this so unconscious?

- No, no, no.

It's largely gone down.

I don't think we're
looking for a renovator.

I think our intruder is an artist.

Remember the sculptures at Ivy's place.

I think he went back for it.

- What's his name?

- Oh gosh. I want to say Kokomo.

- No, that's Beach Boy's song.

But he could have gone to Ivy's apartment

and torn out that poem.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(glasses clanking)

Hello?

- Hello?

- Kostas?
- Hello?

- Yeah, yeah.

We got your address from the catalog

and the beautiful work in there,

and beautiful working here too.

- There's a price list around somewhere.

- Sorry, it's the end of the exhibition.

- There we go.
- Thank you.

- But I'm happy to negotiate.

- Well, they're really vibrant.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, who are you influences?

Who do you think?

- Well, I see a little Brancusi.

I see some Guy Boyd
and Giacometti as well,

from that shoulder there.

- If you like.

- Do you mind if I look around?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you.

- Actually, I think we might know somebody

who has some of your pieces, Ivy Dawkins?

- No, I don't know any Ivy.

I sell a lot of work to a lot of people.

- Yes, it's sometimes
difficult to put a name

to the face, isn't it?

So Kostas, I'd like you to
meet the late Ivy Dawkins.

- Every exhibition I had,
Ivy bought two of my works.

Always the most expensive, actually.

She said she wanted to support me.

Which let me tell you, she has.

- How did she pay for the pieces?

- Cash.

But she hadn't been to the
bank last time I saw her.

She called me, said shed leave it for me

and left a spare key.

She was trying to make
herself go out, you see.

She was trying so hard to get better.

I thought I'd wait,

so I could see her when she was home.

But when I saw her on the news,

I thought her family will never
believe me about the money.

If I go now, it might still be there.

It wasn't.

And then people came.

- Well, that was us.

- So you know the rest.

Except there were two
pieces missing of mine.

They were there last
week and now they're not.

I mean, I know Ivy.

She would never, ever sell
them or give them away

unless she was forced.

- Or they were stolen.

- Or someone with a keen eye for art.

- And jewelry.

Someone who knew where they were hidden

and tried to cover it up.

- Oh, no!
- What?

- Great, $130.

How long were we in there?

Hour and a half?

It's ridiculous.

Why aren't they catching
the real criminals,

not even tax deductible.

What's the matter darling?

- Well, it's not just
the sculptures, is it?

I mean, someone covered
up the missing jewelry

from the apartment as well.

- The only other person with access

to Ivy's apartment was her sister, Emily.

- Yeah. Perhaps this
time we called on Emily

to find out how honest she really is.

- Certainly.

(nonchalant music)

- We found this at the site.

- No, that wasn't mine.
- Oh, that's mine.

That's, well, irrelevant now,

but this is yours.

I gave it to Ivy for safekeeping.

I was going to give it
to you for your birthday

for the engagement ring
that you never had.

Thank you.

- Oh, we've decided to start packing up.

- Yeah, I'm on hold for a
conference call with Singapore.

So, I've got a bit of time.

- Singapore?

- Singapore Bank, I'm
about to close a big deal.

- He's been talking with them all morning.

- If you need an apartment,

get in fast.

- Michael developed it from scratch.

- Just lining up the ducks now.

It's the last of the ducks.

So, thank you for getting this back to us.

- Well, at least we know he's a thief.

- Oh, Charlie, I'm so sorry.

I didn't think.

- Well, nor did I.

I didn't think either.

You know, we've got to
stop being so impulsive.

Emily, can I give you a hand?

- Oh, thanks.

- It's a bit heavy.

Which one's yours?

- This one.

- I'll move that seat forward.

- That's great, thanks.

- I hate moving.

I mean, I once had to
move 250 carton boxes.

They all folded away, but I
had nothing to put them in.

(car door slams)

- Emily, I need to tell you something.

The ring--

- Oh, I know. What a surprise?

- It's mine.

There's some things missing
from Ivy's apartment

and we were testing to see
if you were responsible.

- I'm sorry?

- Emily, your husband stole
my wife's engagement ring.

- Michael Gorman does not need to steal.

- He lied to you about the investors.

It's a public holiday in Singapore today.

It's Hari Raya Haji Day.

All the banks are closed.

- He's been talking to the bank

since it opened Singapore time.

- No, they're closed Emily.

- I'm calling the police.

You're a couple of weirdos.

Get away from my husband's car.

- What have you got there?
- Parking tickets.

- So, where do they live?

- There was a tag on the box.

Elsternwick.

- Okay, and where's his office?

- Port Melbourne.

- Well, these are all from Cranbourne.

And the coffee cup was
from the Cranbourne Cafe.

These are all different days.

It's a long way to go for coffee.

What do you think the odds are
there's a pawn shop in Cranbourne?

- There's one way to find out.

- I feel like uncomfortable looking
at something called Pawn World.

We'll have to delete
history before Jess sees it.

All right, here we are, Jewelry.
All right.

That's Ivy's.
- That's Ivy's

- That's Ivy's, I would have thought.

Should we look at art?

- Yeah.
- All right, art.

Now, that's by Kostas.

So that would be, I would
think, in Ivy's apartment.

And, oh hello,
Dr. Mukajee's bookend.

$800. Michael's doing very
nicely out of this stuff.

- Maybe she gave him those things.

Maybe he promised to arrange

for her more cosmetic surgery work done

and she was so grateful,

she gave him whatever he asked for.

Maybe that's why he came
home early from the holiday.

Maybe Michael's starting to get desperate.

- But pawning this sort of stuff,

this is just chicken feed.

- Yeah, but he'd get to keep
up appearances with Emily.

He'd stave off the inevitable.

He'd still be able to afford dinners out,

that kind of thing.

- Okay. So Ivy dies,

Emily stands to inherit
everything, he's got a key.

- Yeah, and he finds a poem
that looks like a suicide note.

- He's also got Emily's
pass to the surgery.

- Yeah, so he promises her that Rena

or someone else who can
do the work will be there.

Okay. So he says,

Come in, come in, come in.

Why not sit in Dr. Mukajee's rooms?"

Sadly, Ivy goes out the window

and money walks through the door.

I think we've got enough.

I think we're ready.

I think we can ring what's-his-name.

You ring what's-his-name
and I'll get your coat.

- Thanks.

- Where is he?

He said he'd be here 10 minutes ago.

- Tell me the truth.

Tell me the truth!

I don't believe you.
- Emily, listen to me.

- Stop it.
- Listen!

- Michael you're hurting me.
Stop it!

- Pizzas, flowers, police.

(door buzzing open)

- [Michael] Stay back!

(Emily moaning)

Stay back!

- The police are on their way.

She's your wife.

She loves you.

Michael, let it go.

You're scaring her.

(Emily shouts)

(upbeat drum music)

- Well, thanks again. Good result.

- Thank you.

- Mrs. Gorman, I just need you
to come and make a statement.

Just through there in the kitchen, thanks.

(somber piano music)

- She was beautiful.

She loved you.

Always said how good you were to her.

- Thank you.

That means a lot.

- I wonder if he'd do a sculpture of you.

- Well, art is the best
way to preserve beauty.

Oh, nearly forgot.

Remember this?

- Oh, thank you darling.

- How are those lips of yours?

- Why?

- I wouldn't mind kissing them a bit.

(romantic piano music)

(bouncy piano music)