All language subtitles for Mr . Mrs Murder.S01E04 - Atlas Drugged

Ladies and gentlemen,
let's hear it for our contestants.

Come on.

It's time for the posedown!

You're beautiful!

Beautiful, darling. Anton, beautiful.

Day one of three. Can't wait this long.

At this rate, I won't be able
to pay the power bill.

Aren't you supposed to be
doing something? Come on.

Go get the judges' results. Come on.

Alright. Weren't they fantastic, eh?

Looking beautiful, too, boys. Lovely.

The judges here have deliberated.

And we have a winner
of the muscularity round.

Anton Cheresniak.

Well done, Anton.

Well done, mate.

OK. Well, uh, we'll get back to Anton.

Second place, Ryan Coltrane.

Come on.

Anton? What happened? What's wrong?

Cramps?

I told you, take a bit extra potassium.

It doesn't matter.
Have some honey for now.

Anton...?

What is wrong? Don't just stand
there. You're the doctor.

Give him some honey.

Oh... Oh...

I've got to get into shape.

Not that shape surely.
You don't think so?

Sorry to keep you waiting.
Jonathan, the promoter.

Hello. I'm Nicola. And this is...
Hi, Nicola.

Charlie. Nice to meet you. Charlie.

It's a terrible thing, isn't it?

Anton was one of the best
body builders in the business.

Come through. I'll show you the room.

- Cleaners, yeah?
- Yeah.

Alright. OK. Yeah.

I hate to put pressure on you guys

but, uh, you've only got till tonight.

Yeah? Oh, right.

I can't afford to, uh, lose another day.

The bank balance is hemorrhaging
as it is.

Interesting business you've got.
Yeah. It is, isn't it?

I used to manage bands. Mm-hm.

Got sick of it -
late nights, all that partying.

Decided to get fit, you know -
clean and serene.

So I bought a gym. Ah.

Bought another one.
You know, really good.

Hi, Mike.

Got some great trainers working for me.

This is the guy that died. Oh.

Anton Cheresniak.

Baked to death on a sunbed. Go figure.

Oh, that's awful. He looks so young.

25 actually. Really.

You know, he was beating guys who have
been training twice as long as him.

Cleaners.

You might want to prepare yourself
for the smell, huh? It stinks.

No. I'm fine. I had my wisdom teeth
out a couple of years ago.

And did a lot of nerve damage
in there, didn't it?

And as a result I don't smell so good.

But the advantage is that, uh, burnt
toast for example, smells like...

Turkish delight. Yeah.

Alright. That's it there.

I see you've all met.

Don't worry, Jonathan. These guys
are the best in the business.

Let's just hope they're fast, hmm?

Absolutely diabolical. What happened?

Well, his heart gave out
in the early hours of the morning.

The sunbed was on its highest setting.

I think the timer
might have been tampered with.

Wouldn't body builders use spray tans?

One of my trainers brought it in
for Ry... Ryan Coltrane.

You know, it's old-school.

Says it works as a really good base
for the spray.

I'm just getting some weights. Hey. Hey.

You can't come in here, mate.
You can't come in here.

Get lost.

That's Ryan. That's Ryan Coltrane.

He's, uh... He was runner-up to
Anton in the first part of the comp.

He's a good kid. He trains in my gym.

So, are you guys going to be able
to get rid of this smell or...?

Oh, sure. Yeah. We'll run the fogger
for a few hours.

It's a bacterial deodoriser.

I think you'll enjoy the effect.
Yeah. Quick as you can, huh?

These lids wouldn't lock, would they?

No. No. I don't think so.

Well, he must have been unconscious
to stay in here.

We're still waiting
for the full results.

But, um... we think
he might have been given a shot

of a heavy-duty sedative or anaesthetic.

Oh.

And it seems
he was also taking laxatives.

So if the sedative was that strong,

he must have been given the shot
while he was in the sunbed

or moved to it while he was unconscious.

We're looking at every possibility.

Almost biblical, isn't it? Being
murdered on your rival's sunbed.

Don't remember that from Sunday school.

Yeah. A pretty basic mechanism.

Wouldn't take a genius to disable it.

Why would you do it like this?

I mean, if you've sedated someone,
why not overdose?

Not enough sedative, too much symbolism.

OK. If he was sedated first,
how would you move him in?

Well, even if you're a body builder,
it's not going to be easy, is it?

No. Unless there was more than one.

What's the collective noun
for more than one body builder?

A 'strain' of body builders?

Charlie. Yeah.

These weights aren't stacked right,
are they?

No. They should be equal either end.
Hmm.

Hello. Chaka Khan.

What are you thinking?

Well...

OK.

I come across Anton, get a rope,
tie the rope around Anton,

fling it up there,

hoist it up,
using those as counterweights,

lower him onto the sunbed -
someone's coming -

I put the weights back on hurriedly
in a wonky fashion.

Oh, that's good.

Officer, is it safe to go in there now?

It's Nicola. It's going to be
three or four hours still.

It's Ryan, is it?

Yeah. But my friends call me Ry.

Officer, I'll see you by the divvy van.

Thanks. Excuse me.

Ry... Um, is there something
you need from there?

Because I'm suited up,
I could get it for you.

Oh, I just want to work out, that's all.

Um, I can just go to Jonathan's gym.

With any luck you're looking
at the new Mr Colossus right here.

Ooh, Mr Colossus.

Mmm. The holy grail of body building.

World champion.

It's a possibility.

If I can just fix this problem.

See that?

They're asymmetrical.
We're working on that.

Yeah. Come on. I'll give you a lift
to the gym.

It's nice to meet you, Nicola.
Oh, you too, Ryan.

I'll see you again soon. Let's go.

Someone's just died and they're
talking about asymmetrical muscles

and getting back into the room
so that they can work out.

Is this Ry?

It's short for 'Ryan'.
We're quite close now.

Makes sense to shorten 'Ryan'.
It's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it?

It's about more than competitiveness.

I mean, he's a big lug.
But I think he's harmless.

Excuse me. Hi. Um, I was wondering
if you might be able to help me out.

My brother was the one who, um...

He, um...

I really need to get in there and get
his stuff but they won't let me.

I'm so sorry. You can't go in there.

But I'm his brother.
I'm Gregor Cheresniak.

I have identification. No. No. No.

We're spraying chemicals in there
and it's too dangerous.

It's just that I promised Mama that
I'd get his stuff out of his locker.

And then I have to go back
to the hospital.

Oh, no. She's not sick, is she?

No. Mum's OK. She's...
I'm a med student actually.

I've got an internship.
And I've got a shift.

And...

Um, it's not true, is it,
that he was, uh, burnt...

in the sunbed?

Yeah. He was.

Are you OK?
Just have a seat for a second.

Hey, do you want a coffee?
That's a good idea.

Sorry. You were obviously close.

Um, would you like some coffee?
Because we've got some just here.

No. No, thank you. I'm OK.

We weren't close actually. Um...

He was my brother though.

When we were little...

when Dad used to fly off the handle,

he would always stand up for me.

That's what I remember anyway.

Sounds like a good brother.

Yeah, he is.

I mean, he was.

Listen, I think the police

will have the contents
of your brother's locker

for the investigation.

You're not the police?

No. We're the cleaners.

Um, it's Detective Peter Venetti
you should speak to.

Venetti? Mm-hm.

OK. Thank you.

He's a medical student,
access to sedatives and anaesthetic.

Sibling rivalry.

Yeah. But I just don't feel it
in my waters.

I don't think it was him.

Well, if it wasn't the body builder
and it wasn't the brother,

that leaves you and me
and possibly Peter.

What were you doing last night?

I was with you, wasn't I?

There we go. Alright. Hoist away,
bosun and look out below.

Ow! There you go.

I mean, that's only 40 kilos but...

Isaac Newton - mass of the load
plus 40%. Couldn't be simpler.

Hi. Hi.

Um...

So... so did you find any prints
on the weights?

Uh, yeah. It was a good thought
but there was nothing... sadly.

Oh.

I ordered some florentinos.
I know you like.

Thank you.

That's odd, isn't it?
Don't you think that's odd?

I mean, if everyone
had been using those weights,

there'd be dozens of partials surely.

Oh... You'd think so, yes.

Someone used the weights
as a counterweight to lift the body,

wiped them off,
put them back out of order.

So it's not necessarily a body builder.

Or a body builder
who wanted to make it look like

they didn't know their way around a gym.

Do you think?

We took a look at the victim's house.

And we found something...

Ooh.

Several threatening letters -
no names of course.

"Might, strength and power
will soon perish with you.

"I have set the auspicious date
for your demise.

"For all intensive purposes
you are already dead."

Weird.

Smart money's on Ryan Coltrane.

He's competitive.

He seems to have a bee in his bonnet
about Anton being a cheat.

And he had that sunbed brought in.

Was Anton a cheat?

Like I said,
there was nothing in his system.

Mmm.

For all 'intensive' purposes
you're already dead.

Are you sure that's right? Oh, yeah.

Well, that's a wannabe wordsmith.

It's a pseud.

We've met Ryan. If you gave him
a book, he'd try and eat it.

Yeah. He would.

'Intensive purposes'

is somebody whose intellectual grasp
exceeds their reach.

Fog is done.

OK. Let's get suited up and back there.

I'm going to go down to security
and tell them that we're finished.

OK. Yep. Sure. Meet you in the van.

Alright, sweetie. OK.

She's too good for you, Charlie.

Nic?

Nic?

Nicola?

Charlie. It's Peter.

Did you get a look at the guy?

Hello.

You haven't remarried already,
have you, Nic?

Oh, sweetie.

Was it Ryan Coltrane?

Coltrane.

Get aboard the coal train.

No, Peter.

No. It wasn't Ryan Coltrane.

This guy was fast. He was small.

Those biddy boulders, they're big guys.

They'd move slow. Too slow for this guy.

He was a spruce goose, this fella.

Do you remember anything?

I remember the, uh...

It's a yellow... And white squares.

Write down 'squares', darling.
Put that down, sweetie.

There was a clank...

a clanking noise.

Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank! Like
a turn-of-the-century steam engine.

Sort of a robot... thing.

The hunchback.

I remember a hunchback.

He was pretty good...

Not much to go on.
But I'll let the guys know.

Hang in there, big fella.

Thanks. Thanks, Peter.

He's being nice to me. I must be dying.

Oh, darling, you have a concussion
and a fractured ulna.

A what? An ulna.

Hello, ulna.

Darling, I need to ask you something.

Tell me, what's your favourite movie?

My favourite movie is 'Blade Runner'.

Which version?
Well, the one without the voiceover.

Oh, thank God.

Jonathan, hi. Hi. Well, what a turnout.

Yeah. It looks like
we're going to be full to capacity.

Although I think most people
are interested in the murder

rather than the sport.

Oh, well. Maybe something good
will come out of all this.

You! You are going to pay for this.

Seriously I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You did this! You killed my son.

And all because you were jealous.

You wanted your little pet to win.

OK. You're excited, OK?
I did not touch your boy.

They are going to prove it! Guys!

You did this.
My son was going to be a star.

And your pet is nothing.

He is nothing.

That's Anton's mother.
That's Anton's mother, yeah. Yeah.

She's crazy, absolutely crazy.

Yeah. What do you expect after
what happened to her boy yesterday?

Have you got a ticket for this or what?

It's OK. I got it. I got it.

Oh, thank you. I'm Nicola, the cleaner.

Chris - general gofer, dog's body.

Just in the van? Yeah.

You don't strike me
as the body building type.

Uh...

I saw they were looking for volunteers.

And I thought it could be fun.

What about you?
You must see a lot of crazy stuff.

Oh, yeah. You got that right.

Thanks. Would you mind just pushing
that all the way to the back?

Yeah, sure.

Ha!

Hey. What...? What are you...?

What are you doing?

You can't lock me in your van.

You're crazy.

What the hell?

He refused to stay in the hospital.

Darling, what's happening?

I captured... I captured the boy
that beat you up.

He's... The hunchback -
he's got a backpack and shoes.

What? With, like, things on them.

So I captured him. He's in the van.

I was trying to help you. Shush.

I thought you said if something
exciting happened you'd ring me.

Oh, what now?

I told you, I wasn't even here.

So you didn't smash my husband
in the back of the head?

You guys are so sued. Really?

'Cause I'm willing to bet
my DNA's all over your skateboard,

which we can match in a matter
of seconds, can't we, darling?

Yes, darling. Jess?

Get the DNA testing kit
from around the back.

Mmm. Travelling.

OK. Wait. Wait. Wait.

It's not what you think.

I was working late, I panicked.
Look, I was scared of you.

Were you, really?

How was I supposed to know
you were still here?

I thought the killer had come after me.

I mean, for all intensive purposes,
you could have been anybody.

It was dark. I didn't know.
I'm really sorry.

Tell me, Chris, did you set
an auspicious date for our demise?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You wrote those letters to Anton,
didn't you?

What if I did?

Then I'd say you're the number one
suspect for his murder.

I didn't kill him.

I would never do...

Fine. I... I wrote those letters.

But...

He used to bounce at this club.

And I was there one night
with my girlfriend and...

after a couple of drinks I tripped up.

And the arse monkey
grabbed me by my shirt,

pulled me into the backstreet
and started ploughing into me.

Cops and lawyers didn't want to know
anything about it.

So you wanted to humiliate him.

I slipped some laxatives
into his protein powder.

Good one.

I'd just come
to get it out of his locker.

Well, you're still going to need
to speak to the police.

Oh, come on, dude.

I told you it was a misunderstanding.

Hey. Don't call my wife 'dude'.

You know you got the wrong guy, right?

Why don't you guys
arrest that idiot, Ryan?

And why would we -
if we were police - do that?

Because I saw him laying into Anton
right before they got on stage.

It was looking pretty serious.

Are you ready? Yeah?

Alright? Yep.

Alright? Yep.

Wow! Oh, yeah.

Gets the adrenaline pumping.
Helps the veins pop.

Oh, right. Right. That's very
interesting. I didn't know that.

Sorry? Weren't you lot
done here yesterday?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. All finished up.
We just...

Popped down... ..to say hi.

All competitors
to the side of the stage now.

Showtime. Come on.

Good luck, Ryan. Let's go!

He's a lot less friendlier
than he was yesterday.

Maybe because we kidnapped his gofer.

What do you mean 'we'?

Maybe that fight Chris was talking about

was actually warming up for a round?

Sore hand. Maybe he went in
harder than he needed to.

Maybe he did hit it on a weight when
he was trying to hoist the body.

Either way, he's trying
to load them back on, can't,

puts them on any which way,
and hopes nobody will notice.

Oh, at last, a suspect.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's give
our competitors a big hand

as they make their way back on stage.

Come on. It's time for the posedown.

Go, Ryan!

So you come in early to do some training

and you see your rival there
and you inject him with something.

Mm-hm.

You wouldn't just wander around

with heavy-duty sedatives, would you?

No. I wouldn't have thought so.

Well, maybe he asks Anton
to meet him all prepared.

Gives him the shot
and loads him onto the sunbed.

Why would Anton meet him?

Well... I don't know. I'm new at this.

Maybe Ryan had something over Anton.

Drugs?

Ryan thought he was cheating.
He said so to thingy.

Peter also said he tested clear,
remember?

Oh, yeah. That's right.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it
for our competitors once again!

Come on. Well done, guys.

Good on youse.

Good on you, boys.

And here we have the winners
of the symmetry round.

Ladies and gentlemen,

in second place...

Hadjul Hassan.

Well done, Hadjul..

And in first place,
the winner of the symmetry round,

Robert McRae.

'The Tabletop', we call him.

Good on you, Robert.

Ohh. Not happy.

Not happy.

Let's go backstage
and congratulate somebody.

Mmm. Sure.

I hate this. I'm so sick
of this. I'm sick of everything.

I'm sick of everything!
They hate me. They hate me!

I have come for my Anton's trophy.
Where is it?

I was actually going to call you.

Look, because Anton
is tragically no longer with us,

what we're going to do
is we're going to re-award the prize

and all the points to second place,
Ryan.

Oh, no. No re-awarding.

No re-awarding.

It belongs to my boy. It's his.

Look, it all comes down
to Mr Phenomenal, you know.

It doesn't matter.

Take her out, please.

Take her outside, please, guys.
Get her some air.

Give her a glass of water.
Just take her outside now.

Go!

Come on. It's OK. It'll be OK.

Oh, it's awful.

Look, for what it's worth, I think
you looked great out there, Ry.

They hate me. No. No.

And I think you should be really
happy with what you've done.

You're good.

Should I? It doesn't matter
what I do. I can't win.

That Jonathan guy really likes Ryan.

And he's giving him Anton's trophy.

So maybe he really did
get rid of Anton for Ryan.

Yeah. I feel like we're missing
something. Something really obvious.

We need to find out more about Anton.

Yeah. Just a second.

What was that?

What are you doing?

Just a nice hug. Hugging. Oh, lovely.

That's what we're doing.
Double-time. Double-time, sweetie.

Double-time. Yep. Sure. Right.

What are you doing? Shh. Double-time.

Come on. Come on.

What is this?

It belongs to your son, Mrs Cheresniak.

Ohh.

Mr Phenomenal. Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Come in. Come in.

Thank you.

You have a very lovely family,
Mrs Cheresniak.

Malina. Malina.

Two champions in the family.

Both with God now.

Wow, that's a beauty, isn't it?
It's fantastic.

That's Mr Colossus.
That was Edward's. Anton's father.

23 years ago.

Anton could have done the same,
you know.

He had such big plans.
He wanted to be a movie star.

Oh.

I'll make us some tea. Thank you.

I'll help, Malina.

What happened to him?

He was attacked
by a large community of bats.

Hi.

Hello.

Is that your daughter?

Oh, no. That's my niece, Jess.

Very pretty. OK, Mama.

You like to cook, Malina?

Oh...

Body builders need to eat
lots of meat. You know, protein.

There's almost half a cow in there.

And now...

it will all go to waste.

It must be so difficult for you.

No mother should feel this.

He was... so strong.

So dedicated, so caring.

Have some piroshki. They're very good.

I will.

Why are you here?

Oh, um...

Well...

We saw your mother at the
competition and we felt for her.

We wanted to help.

Your brother casts a pretty big shadow.

Yep. Still does.

Listen. Um, I was just wondering...

I, um...

I heard a rumour
that perhaps Anton was cheating

and that might have had something
to do...

He wasn't, OK?

Oh, OK.

He wasn't. OK?
He wasn't taking anything.

I know.

Nothing, Mama.

Is he bothering you? No. No.

It's fine, Mama.

Oh, hang on. Hang on.

Hey, you guys heard anything? Sorry?

About what?

That was weird.

How did you guys find out?

Find out what? What's going on?

You don't know. No.

Ryan Coltrane's been reported missing.

We've been trying to have a chat
with him since late yesterday.

He hasn't been home.
His trainers can't find him.

He didn't turn up for the competition.

Oh, no wonder Jonathan's worried.

He called it in.

It seems he has a soft spot for the guy.

Do you think Ryan's taken off?

It's possible.

It's also possible someone's
got it in for body builders.

Maybe Ryan Coltrane's next on the list.

So, he kills Anton.

He figures he's going to be in the
frame eventually and he takes off.

Yeah. We still don't have any motive
beyond competitiveness.

No. There were no drugs in the system.

Did what's-his-name talk
to that guy we kidnapped?

Chris, the skater boy?

Yes. His story checked out.

There were laxatives
in Anton's protein powder.

And they also wanted to know
if you want to lay any charges.

No. No. I'm not going to worry
about that.

Why not? You look like Rocky.

Wait a minute.

That's it.

Do you remember Sylvester Stallone
a couple of years ago?

He was promoting something
in this country -

I can't remember what it was -

and they arrested him at the airport

because he had on his person
synthetic human growth hormone.

Yes.

You don't think Sylvester Stallone
did it, do you?

That's a real stretch. True.

But the fake stuff is easy to detect.

The real human growth hormone is
impossible to detect in a blood test

because it's produced
in the pituitary gland.

So you think Anton
was using human growth hormone?

It's possible.

Ryan found out, called Anton
to the competition early,

drugged him, put him in the sunbed.

Sweetie, even with concussion
you're brilliant.

You're not going to like
what comes next though.

What?

Human growth hormone
is harvested from corpses.

Jess, preheat the oven.

We've got some baking to do.

Sorry. He's not here.

But thank you so much
for bringing Anton's trophy.

Actually, I made you a cake.

I thought you might need
a bit of cheering up.

Oh, come in. No bother.

As long as you don't talk about
the funeral.

The phone hasn't stopped ringing.
I had to pull it out for some peace.

So, you've been cleaning, Malina?

Yes. Yes. It helps me to relax,
you know.

Just bleach and a good brush.

That's all you need.

What's going on?

Oh, Gregor, you are home.

Maybe now it's not such a good time.

I just want to ask Gregor one question.

I wondered whether you knew anything
about human growth hormone.

Why would you ask me that?

Well, you're a medical man.

And, you know, you hear things.
What do you hear?

Well, how people harvest it
from dead bodies.

Oh! That's enough.
What kind of talk is that for now?

I'm going to have to ask you
to leave, guys.

It is possible, though, isn't it? Maybe.

Thank you. Thank you very much
for coming.

You can understand
we're very tired and exhausted.

Yeah. Yeah. Fine. Bye. Bye.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, God.

I know. I know.

I know. I know.

The trophy. Bleach.

OK. Pretend I'm not telepathically
linked to both of you.

OK. We think Ryan killed Anton.
Gregor found out about it.

He killed Ryan in return.

His mother helped him out
by hiding the body in the freezer.

Well, you have to go back in there.

We know.

Hang on. I've got an idea.

He was knocked unconscious a couple
of days ago. Now he's seeing double.

Everything's so dark.
It's getting so dark.

Yeah. And he had concussion.

And a fractured ulna.

I just need to help you up.
Can you give me your hand, please?

Ow! Just quickly.

What do you need?

Ow!

Watch my finger, please. Yep.

Just follow it. Your finger's bent.

Just follow it. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

I really do think
we should get you to a hospital.

I will call an ambulance, OK?

Oh, Charlie.

You're looking better. Yeah.

I'm back! I'm back!

Oh, such clarity.

I think we should... No. No.

The clarity is incredible.

Thank you.
What a good boy you have here.

Honestly, I think we should get
an ambulance for you guys.

This boy is... going to make a great
doctor, let me tell you that.

Um... please accept this
with our compliments.

Thank you. Drive away.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Human growth hormone is protein.
It's 191 amino acids.

So, potassium hydroxide
mixed with aqueous copper sulfate

should turn it a pleasing lavender.

Hmm.

Hmm.

How many of these
did you say there were?

It's a big freezer. 80? 80.

It's Bimber. It's homemade Polish vodka.

So what were they trying to hide,
a drinking problem?

Probably. No HGH and no body.

Not in the freezer, no.
All that for nothing.

Ah, but, Jess, you're
forgetting about this

stubborn brown stain on my index finger.

May I? Please.

Oh, God. You people are disgusting.

Zabaglione. Exactly. Fake tan.

And...

It came up to me... about here.

It was fresh enough
for me to take my sample.

So I'm thinking it wasn't Anton.

Jess, go the fridge, get the satay
sauce and smear some on your arm.

Honey, get the drinks trolley. What?

No. We've got to conduct
an experiment, alright?

If it was Ryan's arm
that brushed past the wall,

I'm guessing
it was at hospital gurney height.

I'm not getting on a drinks trolley.

And I'm not smearing satay sauce
on myself.

I can't do it, Jess.
I have a nut allergy.

No, you don't.

I could build a scale model replica
of the Cheresniak lounge room

in the shed, making a miniature
gurney out of cardboard.

Oh, honey, that will take hours.

If Gregor and Malina are hiding Ryan's
body, we've got to find it fast.

Yeah. Yeah. Alright.

So if I was a dead body murdered by
a hospital intern, where would I go?

The same place
he got the hospital gurney.

Jess, stand guard. Make a noise
like an owl if anyone comes.

Ooo.

Ohh.

Different name. But that's Ryan.
Oh, Ryan.

How did he die?

If you hold the head just for... OK.

A head injury.

There's something in his hair.
What's that?

Malina's fingernail.

Yeah. Her husband's trophy.

- Sorry, Ryan.
- I can explain that.

Ryan came round to our place.

He threatened me.

He wanted something I couldn't give him.

He said he'd tell everyone
that Anton was a cheat.

And therefore I would get kicked out
of med school.

So we got into a fight.

And...

Mama, she, uh...

Gregor, this is bad enough

without you ruining your life too
to protect your mother.

You don't know what you're talking
about. I'm not protecting anyone.

You gave your brother the anaesthetic.

You said you knew he didn't have
any drugs in his system.

And I think you knew
that because he asked

you to give him human growth hormone.

How could you know that?

How did she do that?

You were tired
of being taken for granted

so you gave him the anaesthetic
to teach him a lesson.

OK.

But I didn't mean to kill him.

You have to believe me.

Yes, he asked me for the HGH.
He'd been hassling me for months.

So I said I'd get it for him.

You have to understand nothing
was good enough for Anton. Nothing.

You know, he had all of Mama's
attention. He had all the prizes.

He wanted more.

He wanted to be a star even if
that meant that I lost everything.

Coo. Coo.

But, yeah,
I told him I'd get it for him.

I told him
that we should go down to the comp

and so Mama wouldn't find out.

But all I really wanted to do
was humiliate him.

I just wanted to embarrass him
in front of his friends.

I just gave him some anaesthetic.
That's all.

I thought he'd miss
some of the competition.

I never thought that he would...

King me.

I get why Malina was arrested.
She killed someone. But Gregor?

Oh, it's too neat a package
for the police.

And in the absence of anyone else
why not arrest Gregor?

I don't know how neat it is

because I was in the shed
doing some tidying up...

That's the noise I heard
the night I was knocked out.

There wasn't any steam-operated robot.

It's the same night

somebody put those weights back on
the barbell in the right order.

Now, who would do that but somebody
wanting to cover their tracks?

Yes.

And who else had access
to the building after hours?

Are you going to tell me
or just keep me in suspense?

Ah, well, suspense is a very rare thing

in these days
of instant gratification, Jess.

Plus, it's good to be surprised
every now and again.

It's Charlie, isn't it? Yeah.

You're the cleaner. Yeah.

I know it's late.
Probably too late really.

I've got something for you.

Thank you. It's lovely.
It's really, really thoughtful.

Very nice. Great.

You like Phil Collins, huh? Yeah.

Very much. It's the best of.

Me and the boys, we play it
at the gym all the time.

Just a gesture, you know.

You guys need anything done, ever...

Anyone giving you trouble,
come and see Jonathan.

I'll take care of everything, yeah?
Oh, thank you so much.

We don't really need anything
in return, do we?

No. No. No.

But, um...

We're really just interested
in finding out the truth.

Yeah. Yeah, we, uh...

we still are interested in finding
out the truth, Jonathan.

What do you mean by that?

Well, Jonathan, the night at the
centre when I met one of your boys

someone was also tampering with
evidence in Anton's murder.

What? You think I did it, huh?

I come to your house bearing gifts.

You invite me into your home
and now you insult me?

Why are you protecting Chris?

I love my boys. I'd do anything for
them, you know. Anything.

But there are rules.

Sometimes they get out of line,
you know, the boys.

I've got to pull them back in.

I'm like a father to them.

Like you are to the girl here, yeah?

I made mistakes when I was growing
up too. I made lots of mistakes.

And I didn't have a father
to pull me back into line.

Well, you know that Anton's brother
looks like going to jail for this.

Truth will set you free, eh?

That's all we've got
at the end of the day, Jonathan.

I'm going to tell youse this.

You do what you do with it.

But you don't mention my name, yeah?

Absolutely not.

Chris... he's a bloody idiot.

Fair dinkum. He puts that stuff
in Anton's protein drink, you know.

Makes him feel sick.
He has to go to the toilet.

Big joke. Big joke. Ha-ha.

He does it again.

He finds him drugged out there
in the locker room.

Decides, "I'm going to have
a bit more fun."

Oh, yeah, let's have a bit more fun.

Picks him up, puts him on the sunbed.

Turns it on...

so he peels and he burns.

Mr Phenomenal chances blown away.

Then he rings me.

And I say, "You idiot!
Get him off there."

It's like he panics. Hangs up.
I'm thinking he's turned it off.

But no. No. He's panicked.
He's done a runner.

But if you told the police straightaway,

Ryan would still be alive.

You think I don't know that?

You're very lucky you've got these
two who love you very much...

keep you out of harm's way.

I know I'm lucky.

You're very lucky.

You might want to check his locker
when you're back there.

There's some, uh, rope in it
that, um, he used to lift Anton.

And check his hands. There's rope burns.

Thank you, Jonathan. I'll see you out.

Thank you very much for the CD.

You're welcome. That's nothing. Nothing.

You've got nothing.
You're making a mistake.

We'll soon find out.
Dude, you're hurting me.

I'm going to sue all of you.

Have you got him?

We found the rope
exactly where you said it would be.

But we've got to match the fibres
on the weights

and run a DNA match
on those blistered fingers.

But, yeah, I think we got him.

Uh, should I ask
how you guys knew about all this?

Oh... I wouldn't.

No break and enters I need to conceal?

No. No.

What about the morgue?

Peter, we do have a present for you
though.

Human growth hormone.
Use only in moderation.

Plus, you're a fan of Phil Collins,
aren't you?

I am. I love him.

We'll see you again. Enjoy.