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Deep breath.

Has this happened before?

I think I would have
mentioned it.

How are you feeling now?

Same.
Dizzy.

My heart's thrashing around
like a fish.

- Mm.
- You're frowning.

Are you frowning?
Hard to tell with you sometimes.

Listen, don't take it
the wrong way,

but this is all your fault.

Oh, I'll try to take it
the right way.

"Exercise," you said.

"It'll make you feel better."

Your heart's
in atrial fibrillation.

What does that mean?

It means we need
to get it fixed.

Immediately.

How?

Stand away from the bed,
please.

50 joules.

Clear.

Hey, hey.

Ah! Here's the patient.

How are you feeling?

Disconcertingly normal.

Well, you're only
15 minutes late.

That's better than normal.

Well, I've been advised
to saunter casually

and not to worry
about being punctual.

Never stopped you before.

I've also been told to avoid
anxious situations.

You're lucky
I'm here at all.

- I should buy a lottery ticket.
- Me too.

That a case?

A real friend would have
bought flowers or a card or...

You want to sit down?

No, saunter casually with me.
I've got to make a delivery.

So it went okay?

Oh, it's not
for the fainthearted.

Well, actually, yeah,

it's totally
for the fainthearted.

- Hey.
- Hello, hello.

- There you go, George.
- Ahh! Brilliant.

It would have been even fresher,
but I was waylaid.

I'll trade you bread
for coffee.

Yeah, done.
And one for my occasional mate.

- Is that a good idea?
- Why wouldn't it be?

Yeah, Dad.

Coffee?
Heart?

Don't pretend you know anything
about atrial fibrillation.

Sorry, what?

She's had
a near-death experience.

Looking good, considering.

Thank you, George, yes, and that
means I can have a double.

- Mm.
- Same, thanks.

Cheers.

So the guy in here has had
an actual-death experience.

- I win.
- Mm.

Patrick Mandel.
A44-year-old financial advisor.

His body was found in a grave
at Oak Hill Cemetery.

Only, this grave
was already occupied.

Mr. and Mrs. Kovacs wanted
to be buried in the same grave.

Only, when they reopened
the grave to drop the missus in,

they found Patrick in there.

Whoa, hang on.

What was left of him.

- Definitely murdered, huh?
- Well, his head was stoved in.

- Yeah, that'd do it.
- Mm-hmm.

Nice shoes.

Yeah, he was a gambler.

We know he pawned a bit of stuff
in the weeks before he died.

- He owed a lot of cash.
- To whom?

Tomaslav Rifkin.

Yeah, it doesn't seem like
Tommy's thing.

- He has people shot.
- Mm-hmm.

What else you got?

Victim owned
a financial advice business.

Till his gambling ruined it.

He was dead about five months
and three days,

give or take a few hours.

That is a very precise
approximation, Inspector.

Well, there's a timeline.

Patrick Mandel left a voice mail
for his girlfriend

on the night
of the 19th of December.

That's the last time
he can be confirmed alive.

Next morning, his landlady

saw that his place
had been cleaned out.

And the grave that he was
dropped into was only dug

for the first time on the 22nd
of December, three days later.

We found this in his pocket,
along with his empty wallet.

- A tie clip?
- Mm-hmm.

And no tie.

God.

So he was killed on the 19th

but didn't go into the grave
till the 22nd?

Or thereabouts.

So where does a dead guy go
for three days?

Not Bali.

So his place was cleaned out

to make it look like
he'd done a runner.

- We never found his stuff.
- Why?!

Because we don't know
where it is.

No, why this guy?

God, hasn't he ever
heard of a broom?

- Cheers.
- All right.

Whoa, he's had a bad day,
hasn't he?

What's she doing?

Oh, creating
an anxious situation

she's supposed to avoid.

Has she always
been like this?

Oh, no, no, she's much more
mellow these days.

Perfect, George.

What'd you say?

Oh, you're the police
commissioner, if anybody asks.

So his girlfriend was the last
person to hear from him.

Last we know of.

And who is she
when she's at home?

Well, when she's at work,
she's a funeral director.

- Katrina Logan?
- Yes.

Hi, I'm Alexa Crowe.

I'm helping the police
investigate the death

of Patrick Mandel.

Oh, have the police
found something new?

No, nothing yet.
I'm just following up.

What does "following up" mean?

Yeah, I'm a fresh pair
of eyes.

I'd, uh...
I'd like to know how long

you and Patrick
were seeing one another.

Uh, about two and a half years.

What's happening with the man
that Patrick owed money to?

Well, right now
I'm more interested in how much

Patrick had to do
with the funeral business.

Look, I've been
over and over this,

and I have a family coming for
a viewing in about 10 minutes.

How much more of this
random interrogation

do I have to put up with?

Well, it's not random.

Your boyfriend was found
in a grave,

and you run a funeral home.

Is that a coincidence?

Yes. Maybe.
I don't know.

Do you think I killed him?
Is that why you're here?

I'm just looking
for the truth.

I can give you five minutes.

How long have you been
running this place?

It's been a family business
for nearly a hundred years.

I took over
after my husband died.

That's where we store
the decedents after cremation.

So many?

Well, we have to keep them
for two years,

and some have been there
a lot longer than that.

Unclaimed?

I understand you also kept
the last voice message

that Patrick
left on your phone.

Hey, there, it's me.

Just letting you know
the car's all fixed.

Picked it up this arvo.
Hope you're having a good time.

Call me back.
I'll be at home.

Did you talk to him
right after this?

Half an hour later.
I was at a conference.

Okay, no hint that he was
worried about anything?

No, the opposite.

The last thing he said to me
was that he loved me...

...and that I made him realize

how beautiful and sweet
life can be.

He... He was a gentleman.

He was kind,
and he was loving.

And what happened to Patrick
was horrible.

A person just tossed away.

And when you got back from
the conference, your car was...

It was parked outside his place,
and the keys were inside.

And everything he owned
was gone,

including his mother's
beautiful old china teapot.

Well, he had gambling debts.
You don't think he sold it?

No, he would never
have done that.

It was all
he had left of her.

Did he ever talk to you
about his gambling?

- Never.
- Ask you for money?

Never.

When the police
mentioned it,

it was the first
I'd heard of it.

Well, maybe you didn't know him
quite as well as you thought.

Well, we're all ashamed
of something.

What are you ashamed of,
Katrina?

I thought he'd left me.

And when the police found him

I was relieved.

Mum, the Spencers are here
for the viewing.

Oh, we can talk about this
some other time.

- Ah, Gabby, this is, um...
- Alexa.

- How are you?
- Pleased to meet you.

Look, I've got work to do,

but you're welcome
to ask me questions.

Just shut the door
behind you.

So are you some sort of
rent-a-sleuth?

Well, yes, minus the rent.

So this Patrick was a bit
of a shape-shifter, huh?

I thought he was
a pretty great guy.

Mum's second chance at happiness
after Dad.

But I'm not too keen on what's
come out about his gambling.

Mm. Yeah, your mother may have
dodged a bullet there.

Mm. Don't say that to her.
She won't hear it.

So this grave
that he was buried in...

We didn't handle
any of those burials.

But can you think of anyone
else who would have known

when it was first dug?

Whoever was at the cemetery
and saw it.

Loads of people.
But not us.

We... We didn't bury
anyone at Oak Hill that day.

It's all in the statement
I gave the cops.

That's Mrs. Pang.
Heart attack.

Seems too young
for a heart attack.

53.
Exercising at the gym.

We get a lot of that.

Really?

I used to be scared
of dead bodies.

Then my dad made me realize
that this work is a privilege.

And now I love it.

I think of myself
as an artist.

So where's Mrs. Pang going,
all gussied up?

Ah, off to
be cremated tomorrow.

At Oak Hill, actually.

So I'll get her tidied up
for the viewing

and pop her in the fridge.

Sounds like a party.

Do you want to watch?

I take it back.

Apparently, coffee's good
for your heart.

Aw, you do care!

I try.
Any developments?

I have an idea
where Patrick Mandel's body

might have gone
for three days.

Well, that qualifies.

I think someone
popped him in the fridge.

So this guy Patrick Mandel had
four online gambling accounts.

- Four.
- He was an addict.

Yeah, big-time.
But he was a snappy dresser.

So?

Well, he wasn't some slob
who sat around in his undies

playing blackjack
and eating baked beans.

He was social, right?
I mean, he went out.

He didn't just want to
be a player.

He wanted to look like one
as well.

So I figured, a guy like this
doesn't just gamble online,

so I went digging...

- You are stringing this out.
- Oh, I am.

His girlfriend said she didn't
know about the gambling?

So why was
she standing beside him

at an ATM in the casino
18 months ago?

Boom!

Ha!

I've got bad news.

Both refrigerated storage units
at the Logan funeral home

had other bodies in them

between the 19th
and the 22nd of December.

You sure?

Yep, I spoke with
the deceased families,

double-checked the dates.

That guy is Richard Roark,

and he went in
on the night of the 19th.

Cremated on the 22nd.

75.
Fell off a ladder.

He's too old
to be up a ladder.

I mean, look at
the size of that coffin.

Can you believe
they just burnt that thing?

Mm, that's a casket.

Wait,
what's the difference?

Coffins are six-sided.
Caskets are bigger.

Hmm.

Okay, corpse number two.

She went in for embalming
on the 18th

and was buried at
Melbourne Cemetery on the 23rd.

- Terrible Christmas.
- Mm.

So Patrick didn't go
in the fridge.

Maybe someone was playing
"Weekend at Bernie's" with him.

Okay, could he have been
hidden in a coffin...

or a casket...
at the funeral home?

Unembalmed for three days
in the summer?

Eeh.

Yeah.

So you think Katrina Logan's
still good for it?

Well, we know that she lied
about her boyfriend's gambling.

We know that much.

Yeah, but it's a good alibi,
though.

Four-day funeral directors
conference in Albury.

Hoo, doesn't that
sound like fun?!

What about her daughter,
Gabby?

Also solid.

She was a busy bee
while her mum was away.

Out with friends on the night
of the 19th, says Facebook,

then back to work on the old guy
who fell off the ladder.

Then she was organizing other
funerals for the next two days.

Dang.

The thing is,
Gabby and Katrina Logan

could not possibly have done it
without help.

Why?

Come lift me up.

Bet you can't do it.

- Huh.
- Come on.

Right.

You're making this difficult
on purpose.

Can't hear you.
I'm dead.

Look, I can't lift you
if you keep flopping around.

See, now, that's the thing.

Dead bodies are like that.
They're really uncooperative.

And Patrick Mandel
was much heavier than I am.

Okay.

Shouldn't we be checking out
this Tommy Rifkin guy?

Patrick owed him thousands.

Guys like Teflon Tommy,
when they kill someone,

they don't try to hide it.

They make an example.

You know, heads on sticks
in village squares.

Things like that.

I want to know who knew
that that grave was available.

There's no connection
between Patrick

and the funeral directors
who buried the Kovacs.

Then we just have to look
for a connection somewhere else.

And don't stare at the cat.
It's a sign of aggression.

Hey, if you're heading to
Oak Hill Cemetery, can I come?

- Yeah. Why?
- Well, I love it out there.

Weirdo.

So that belongs to you?

Me and the rest
of the family.

My granddad
bought it for us.

Wow, that's a great present.
But it's empty.

Well, none of us
are dead yet.

How long's it been there?

Gosh, about 15 years.

That's forward-thinking.
Bet it cost a pretty penny.

It's beautiful,
don't you think?

Yeah, you're going in there?

Eventually.

Ready for the resurrection.

You believe that?

Sure.
Why not?

'Cause it's not rational.

Well, neither is
quantum physics,

but it built your smartphone.

You could do with some
spiritually in your life.

Mm!
I was thinking that myself.

You might be more relaxed
about stuff.

Relaxed?

Wait, did Kieran tell you
about my wobbly heart?

- Bastard!
- Hey.

- You Alexa?
- Yeah. Tye?

Yeah.
Um, you wanted to chat?

- Yeah.
- I don't mean to interrupt.

Are you kidding?
I'm so glad you did.

I did this one
the first time.

Dave dug it up the second time
and found the trespasser.

Sneaky bugger.

And how long was the grave open
the first time

when Mr. Kovacs was buried?

Ah, I dug it up
at about 9:00 in the morning

and filled it in straight after
the funeral, about 3:30.

And how many people would have
known that the grave was here?

Plenty. People are coming
and going all the time.

Visiting and whatnot.

You see, we're pretty sure
that Patrick Mandel was buried

on top of Mr. Kovacs
that night.

Yeah.
Bloody audacious, eh?

How far down was he?

Ah, about a meter.

That'd be half an hour
with a machine.

No, it was done
with a shovel.

Oh, that'd be a good
three-hour job, at least.

Do you just, like,
dig graves all day?

No, no, we do the lawns
and gardens too.

Keep the place looking nice.

- Oh, well, you do a good job.
- Ta.

So how many gravediggers
work here?

Ah, "belowground
maintenance engineers."

- Pardon me.
- Eight.

Mm.

Wait, you...

You don't think one of us
topped this bloke, do you?

Well, if I thought so,
would I tell you?

I better get back to it.
People are dying to get in here.

Anything else you want to know,
just give me a hoy.

Absolutely.

Bless.

He nearly had a "resurrection"
just looking at you.

- You'll go to hell.
- Where all the fun people are.

How do you know
it was done with a shovel?

'Cause a machine
digging at night

would have been heard
for miles around,

like a bloody leaf blower.

You know,
something and someone

connects the victim
to this cemetery.

I want to know who or what.

Look, I really think
it's worth

looking into
this loan shark guy.

- Tommy Rifkin's a bad mother...
- Business card. Please.

Thank you.

- Good morning!
- Morning.

Hi, I am an analyst
with the police.

Madison Feliciano.

How can I help you?

Well I'm looking into
that murder

which was discovered here
a few months back.

- Mm. Awful business.
- Yeah.

Could I look at your roster of
gravediggers from that period?

Of course.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Feliciano.

We have a family mausoleum
under that name.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

We're all very much
looking forward to using it.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me
what this means?

You at your desk?

Give me a break.
I only left you 20 minutes ago.

Good. Get me everything you can
on Tye Danzinger.

What, the gravedigger?
But I liked him.

Aww, he likes you too,
Madison.

Listen, on the day that
Patrick Mandel's body was found,

he threw a sickie.

Ah, I think that's legal.

He came to work first.

He would have seen
the jobs list.

So?

So maybe he didn't
want to be around

when Patrick Mandel got dug up.

Hey, Gabby, do you know a guy
who works here called Tye?

Oh, Tye Danzinger?

- Yeah.
- The gravedigger?

Hi, Mum.

So do you think
he knew Patrick at all?

Mm, not that I know of.

- I don't think so, no.
- No.

Did Patrick ever help out with
the, uh, funeral arrangements?

Yeah, now and again
when we were busy,

but I doubt he ever
would have come here.

And Tye's never had a reason
to come to us, as far as I know.

- But you had dealings with Tye?
- Oh, yeah, sure.

We're on great terms
with all maintenance staff.

- Huh.
- Timing's important.

Oh, well, yeah,

because you wouldn't want to
show up for a burial

and have a backhoe
digging away, right?

- Exactly.
- Wait a minute!

Is this
Mrs. Pang's service?

Oh, sorry.

Great woman.
Condolences.

It was lovely.

Yeah.

So is Mrs. Pang in the old...

Ah, cremator?
Yes.

Well, can I talk to your mother?
Is she done?

Ah, no, she's just observing
the cremation

with some of
the family members.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean,
"observe"?

What, they're all, like,
standing around the oven?

No! There's a viewing room
with music.

We'll stay for as long
as the family wants.

Okay.
Well, um, that's me, then.

- Okay.
- I'll call your mum later.

- Oh, wait a second.
- Yes.

I just have
one more question.

You know
when you get a box of ashes?

How can you be sure that all
the right bits are in there?

Ah, that's guaranteed, yeah.

Cremators are always
individually emptied,

and the decedent's remains
carefully processed.

Really?
No chance of a switcheroo?

No, no, no.

Great, cool.
Thanks, okay.

Let your mum know
I'll call.

Okay, so, how hard did you look
into the alibi of Katrina Logan?

Pretty hard.
She was in Albury.

Without a car.

Patrick Mandel was driving that
around Melbourne.

She still could have done it.

Could have borrowed a car,
driven down there,

killed Patrick,
stashed the body.

- Possible.
- Motive?

Something to do
with the gambling.

There's no evidence
Patrick ever borrowed

from Katrina or her daughter.

We went deep into
all their finances.

But Katrina knew about
Patrick's gambling.

Said she didn't.
Why?

I'm pretty sure
you've got a theory.

Oh, ashamed of herself?
Of him?

Didn't want her daughter
to know?

Ah, it's pretty thin.

I've come up with thinner.

He borrowed 20K
off Teflon Tommy.

No, it's the wrong M.O.
I told you.

Madison keeps banging on
about Tommy.

You two
having little side chats?

I know that you told her
about my heart wobble.

Didn't.

There was a time
when medical issues were sacred.

Confidential, even.

I only said you needed some TLC,
that's all.

I know when you're lying,
'cause you squint.

And you smile.

- Katrina Logan, then?
- Yeah.

Probably with the help
of gravediggers.

So where did the body go
for three days

if not in the fridge?

In a mausoleum?

Yeah!

Think about it.
It's perfect.

You lure Patrick
to the cemetery, whack him,

stick him
in one of those sealed drawers,

and then wait for
the next available grave.

Wait,
not my family mausoleum.

Well, it is a lovely one.

But they'd need a key.

Oh, I've been in that office.
It's hardly Fort Knox.

Wait.

There's not a scrap of data
that connects Tye Danzinger

with Patrick Mandel
or Katrina Logan

or the funeral home.

There's no social media,
no e-mails.

- Phone calls?
- Tye doesn't have a phone.

Serious?

How many people
don't have phones?

Almost 12%.

- Those people are so paranoid.
- I know.

Anyone would think the police

are going through
their personal business.

Mm, well, you'll just have to
keep showing up at the cemetery

and flirting with him
in person.

Does he gamble?

No.
Saves consistently.

Excellent credit rating.
Pays all his bills on time.

A couple of parking fines,
but no criminal priors.

Hasn't even lost any points
off his driver's license.

Unlike some.

Single?

Seems to be.
Is that relevant?

Not to me.

I've e-mailed you his credit
and banking history.

Look, I've got two words
for you... Tomaslav Rifkin.

No.

He's got loads of priors
and a motive.

Patrick owed him heaps.

Madison, who is running
this investigation?

You're taking the long way
around the problem,

and I think I know why.

You're addicted
to unfinished business.

Oh.

That's why you keep doing these
murder cases in your free time.

It makes you feel like
your life's moving forward.

Is this TLC?

If a friend can't tell you,
then who can?

Hey!
Psst!

Get off my husband.

Don't sulk.
It's passive-aggressive.

Hey.

Why are
his shoelaces untied?

You're not actually
allowed in here.

I remember the rules,
Kieran.

Oh, my... oh, my God!
I'm having chills, flashbacks.

You can't touch anything.

Yeah, I remember the rules,
Kieran.

And you can't take anything.

Jesus wept, how many times
do I have to tell you?

But you have no respect
for the rules.

Yeah, well, that's why
you get me to deal with

your unfinished business,
isn't it?

Look, no touching,
no taking.

Just, uh,
I will touch with my eyes.

Watch it.

Men of a certain age
fall off ladders

and kill themselves
all the time.

Thanks for the concern.

- M'lady.
- Thank you.

- Ooh...
- Uh!

I'm not
going to open anything.

Stop being
such a bloody nana!

Look, these shoes
are new.

- Mm-hmm.
- You saw the laces.

- Yeah.
- What'd you make of that?

Mm, that he was killed
while he was getting dressed?

Or undressed, more likely.

'Cause it was nighttime.

- Mm.
- At home.

That's where the car was.

Where he'd told his girlfriend
he'd be.

But he had a tie clip
in his pocket, but no tie.

Mm.

I mean, if he was
getting dressed,

then he would put on the tie
and then put on a tie clip.

And if he was getting undressed,
he'd put the tie clip away

and then take off his tie.

Why put the clip
back in his pocket?

Maybe he was gonna pawn it.

At night?

- Mm.
- Mm.

How tall
was Patrick Mandel?

5'8".

Oh, these shoes
are too big.

Size 11.

Haloumi salad for you,
Miss Crowe.

- Ooh, thank you, Georgeous.
- Mm-hmm.

Did you really have
a near-death experience?

Oh, don't believe
anything Kieran says.

He's an A-grade catastrophizer.

Good.

Why?
Would you miss me?

Ohh, I'd miss the
bread-for-coffee barter system.

I'm way in front there.

It's touching.

So, what are you looking at?

Just trying to figure out

if a gravedigger
named Tye Danzinger

has any suspicious
buying habits.

You really know how
to save on entertainment.

Got an end-of-life plan,
George?

You know,
it's where you, uh,

say what you want to happen
when you die.

Greek Orthodox.

That was sorted before
the midwife slapped my ass.

First the burial, then the wake,
the candle in a box on top,

Con's your uncle.

Mm.
So no cremation, huh?

Not even if I'd died
in a fire.

- Ha!
- You?

Thinking of it.

Oh, hello.

You know Yves Merandi?

No.
Who's she?

He is
a French fashion designer.

And he makes
lovely head scarves.

Gabby.

You're one heck of
a multitasker.

Just keeping down
the overheads.

Yeah, too right.

I mean, one day all of this
is gonna be yours.

Yeah, one day.
Fifth generation.

Uh, Mum's out at the moment,
but she'll be back later.

Oh.
Ah, it can wait.

Have you learnt something?

Yeah, a couple of things.

The man that Patrick owed
money to is very dangerous.

And he's got a weak alibi.

I can't believe
Patrick never told us.

Yeah, it's crazy
what people keep hidden.

Mm. Yeah.

Where'd you get that scarf?
It's super cute.

Oh!
Thank you.

Um, I can't remember.

Somewhere in the city,
I think.

Well, I want one.
Think it would look good on me.

Just because Tye was looking at
the same kind of head scarf...

He wasn't looking.
He bought it.

And it wasn't just the same
kind, it was the same one.

Oh, there were probably
thousands of those things made.

You're being
deliberately obtuse.

Why would a gravedigger buy
an expensive woman's head scarf?

Buying a head scarf
doesn't make him a killer.

Maybe.

But it does mean
that he and Gabby

are on much closer terms
than she was prepared to admit,

and it does connect him
to the funeral home

and makes her a big fat liar
just like her mother.

Hey, did you get
Tye's medical records?

Medical information's
difficult to access these days.

Oh, somehow I think
you'll manage.

You did with mine.

What did I tell you?

And another little piece
of your heart dies.

- You rang?
- Yeah.

Sounded important.

Yeah, can you witness
that document on the bench?

"End-of-life plan"?

Yeah. It's everything
I want to happen.

I don't want you
to keep me alive

any longer
than absolutely necessary,

and I don't care
what you do with my body

as long as it's
the least expensive option.

Hang on.
What I do with your body?

Yeah, well, someone has to make
that decision,

and I'm not gonna be here.

There's a copy for you
and a copy for me.

Should I be flattered?

Yes, this is personal shit.

What if I die first?

- Don't be morbid.
- You can talk.

- Just sign it.
- Fine.

You know, you really
should write one of those.

It's much better
for the loved ones left behind.

Thanks for the tip.

Thought you were gonna
talk about Patrick Mandel.

Yes.

So there's something going on
between Gabby Logan

and one of the gravediggers,
something clandestine.

Other than that,
I've got a pair of new shoes

a couple of sizes too big

and a tie clip
which didn't belong to him.

How do you know
it didn't belong to him?

Kaz, this guy
didn't wear ties.

I mean, look, even when he ran
a financial advice business.

No tie.

Wedding day.
No tie.

This is a man
who hated ties.

Maybe it was an heirloom.

- Oh, like his teapot.
- What?

Doesn't matter
if it was an heirloom.

Because this tie clip
was 18-karat gold,

and if he owed $20,000
to Tommy Rifkin,

he'd have sold it.

- So who does it belong to?
- I don't know.

But why would you plant it on
a body that you're gonna bury?

- It's driving me nuts.
- That's a pretty short drive.

You know, when I'm dead,

you're gonna regret all the
cruel things you said to me.

Yeah, I probably won't.

And Gabby Logan and her secret
gravedigging boyfriend,

they're hiding something.

Because?

Because a girl doesn't forget

where she got
her $700 head scarf.

Well, I'm sure
that all makes sense.

Thanks for this.
I guess.

Thank you.

Oh, Kieran...

If I do keel over
when I'm out running,

please make sure
I don't end up on a slab

in stinky shoes
and sweats.

Got to be looking your best
when you're getting burnt.

Too right.

Who doesn't?

Hmm.

A couple of days ago
you gave my colleague

some photos
of your Uncle Richard.

Yes.

I'm sorry for your loss,
by the way.

Don't be too sorry.
He was a mean old buzzard.

Oh, well, I guess
I'm sorry for that too.

Do you happen to know what
he was wearing the day he died?

Couldn't tell you.

Well, would it have been

something like a tie,
for example?

Probably.
He was big on appearances.

Connie...

Was this his?

Yeah, I think it was.

Thank you.

Ah, just one thing.

Did you view the body
before it was cremated?

No.
Lived alone, died alone.

Well, where are
his ashes now?

Not sure.

No one in the family
wants them.

Hey, Katrina.

You again.

Yeah.
Like a bad penny, aren't I?

Just got a question
for you.

Why did you lie
about Patrick's gambling?

What are you talking about?

Well, you knew all about it.

You were at the casino
with him.

Can you please
not let Gabby hear?

I went with him because
I thought I could help.

But it was a...

It was a compulsion.

He was a liar and a thief,
Katrina...

No, he had a kind heart.
It was a sickness.

How much money
did you give him, really?

Barely anything.

I gave him
dribs and drabs of cash.

Dribs and drabs,
though he was deeply in debt.

No, I didn't know that.
Truly, I didn't.

And if you did, would you have
given him the money?

Perhaps.

And if I had,
he'd still be alive.

Feel free
to show yourself out.

Gabby.

- Hey.
- Oh, hi.

I'm... I'm sorry,
I can't talk right now.

- We've got a service.
- No, no, no.

Your mum's fine without you.
Just for a minute.

- I really can't talk.
- Sweetheart.

You don't have to talk.
Just listen.

I'm gonna tell you a story.

It's a story about the night
that Patrick Mandel died.

The night that he let himself
into the funeral home

using your mother's key.

He thought nobody was there.

But he took off his shoes
just to make sure,

to make less noise.

But you were there,
and you heard him.

Patrick was desperate
for money...

...and he thought
he'd look in the drawer

where you keep
your dead bodies' valuables.

That's when he pocketed
Richard Roark's tie clip.

I think he'd stolen from you
before, and you suspected him,

but this time
you caught him red-handed.

That's ridiculous.

Come on!
Put it back!

I'll give you one warning,
Gabby! Go home!

Go home?

You hit Patrick over the head
with something heavy.

You didn't mean to kill him,
probably, but you did.

So you called on the only person
who could help you

and who could keep his mouth
closed, and that was Tye.

It's okay.
I'll take care of this.

Now, you couldn't keep
Patrick's body in the fridge

'cause the fridge was full, but
Tye knew what to do, didn't he?

So while you went to Patrick's
place to clean it out,

Tye took care of the body.

Unfortunately, he didn't realize
that the shoes he put

on Patrick
were Mr. Roark's.

And now you've got a problem.

Because what are you gonna do

with all of Patrick's stuff,
right?

You can't throw it away.
You can't sell it.

It'll be traced back to you.

Where better than
Richard Roark's big old casket?

I mean, who the hell's
gonna look in there

before it's destroyed?

Look.
I brought something for you.

These are little pieces
of ceramic teapot

which I found
in Mr. Roark's ashes.

Patrick would have ruined
the family business.

Which you thought
was rightfully yours.

Gabby?
What's going on?

- Mum!
- No!

I'm so sorry.

Gabriella Logan,
you're being arrested

over the death
of Patrick Mandel.

You're not obliged
to say anything,

but anything you do say

may be used against you
in a court of law.

Mum, it's... it's okay.
I'll be all right.

Sorry, Katrina.

♪ Rest my eyes ♪

♪ I don't want to see you ♪

♪ Rest my brain ♪

♪ I don't want to know ♪

♪ You've been given
your rights ♪

♪ And you keep me high ♪

♪ And you almost tried ♪

♪ To break away ♪

♪ I couldn't keep burning ♪

♪ I couldn't keep
burning bright ♪

♪ And the shine
is brighter at night ♪

♪ And the shine
is brighter at night ♪

I love you,
baby.

Whoa!
Gary!