All language subtitles for My Life is Murder s02e06 - No More Sleep1

Oh, hey.

- How's it goin'?
- OK.

Hey, are you interested in
buying some original artwork?

I'm just up at the art college,

but I'm selling my paintings
to fund my travels.

This one here's 100 bucks,

but it's gonna be so much
more when I'm famous, so...

You know what makes art jump up
in value?

It's when the artist dies.

So if I was, like, to buy this...

and then kill ya,

whoa, this would be worth a fortune.

- I guess, but...
- Or would it?

Because did you really paint this,

or is this some ordered-online
mass-produced piece of garbage

you're passing off as your own?

- Nah, I painted this. I definitely...
- That's an original Brett.

You know, I'm a very busy woman

and I don't have time for this, Brett.

- You're a con man.
- Yeah, well, you're a shoddy customer.

You can keep that if you want.

Don't put...

Not in the bin!

So... what do you got for me?

I was gonna ask you the same thing.

Hey, it's not for you.

OK.

Ranges Resort out west.

The co-owner and head chef
got locked in the walk-in freezer

overnight.

A Popsicle by morning.

So you don't think it was an accident?

- As we like to say around here...
- yeah, nah.

- Oh, Aussies say that too.
- Mainly footballers.

Tony Danovich.

Hard-working.

He took great pride in the resort.

He was a loving husband,

only for his life to be cut short
by a faulty freezer.

The freezer was ancient.

It had a busted door handle, so it
could only be open from the outside.

In fact, they had a health and
safety inspection a month earlier.

They were ordered to replace it.

- But they didn't replace it.
- Not soon enough.

They used this bucket to
prop open the door

when they had to go into the freezer.

Not that night?

Or someone kicked it out of
the way after he walked in.

Well, that's a very scary few
hours before the hypothermia kicks in.

Well, he had sleeping pills
in his system,

so maybe he just dropped off.

Wait a minute.

Who takes a sleeping pill and
then walks into freezers

with a dangerous self-locking door?

Well, he actually went to bed

after he put his slow-cooked beef
in the oven to cook overnight.

Then his stepson noticed the oven
was at the wrong temperature

and the meat was munted.

- Munted?
- Yeah, it's Kiwi speak for ruined.

Munted.

So the stepson had to wake up Tony

to start the
whole beef thing from scratch.

Looks like he cut his finger.

Well, I guess that's what
happens when you

chop up vegetables
when you're half asleep.

So why would you not fix a
freezer handle

when you've been told
it's an accident waiting to happen?

Or maybe a murder?

OK, who found the body?

Tony's wife, Petra,
early the following morning.

OK.

What, I don't have to convince
you? Offer to pay for two nights?

Well, I assume that's a given.

I mean, two nights by myself in
the middle of nowhere? Yeah, I'm in.

Oh, breakfast included, please.

Oh, I'm definitely coming too.

You need someone to try out all the
facials and massages and cocktails.

It is not a holiday!

Anyway, how did an experienced chef
manage to cut his finger

making a dish he's made
a million times before,

sleeping pill or not?

You could probably make
sourdough in your sleep.

Yeah, if I ever got any.

You still having trouble sleeping?

Well, they've got a pillow menu.
This is gonna be so good for you.

And if he was already
preparing the replacement beef,

why go back in the freezer?

- Do you think someone pushed him?
- I think something doesn't add up.

So when are we leaving?

No, I need someone to
stay here and feed the cat.

Well, you know that
that person isn't me, right?

Your package includes breakfast,

which is served in Davina's from 7am.

Oh, I love a good hotel breakfast.

- Who's Davina?
- My mother.

She was a chef here
during the '60s and '70s.

Most of the dishes on the menu
are still hers.

It's been recommended that
I try the slow-cooked beef.

Apparently it's to die for.

That one was my husband's
speciality. It was his recipe.

Oh, I did read in the paper that
you lost him recently. I'm so sorry.

I'll get your room keys.

- Are all these you?
- They are.

Wow.

- This way.
- Oh.

How cool to grow up in a hotel.

My grandmother.

She bought the land as young woman.
This place is all her vision.

Oh, is one of these men your husband?

Both of them, as a matter of fact.

This is Tony. We were married in 2007.

And my first husband, Ivan Senior.

Buried two husbands.

That's jolly bad luck.

Oh, is this me?

Nah. Bags I.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

This one.

Oh, very nice.

Hey, we're sharing a balcony.

Cool, so we can have
some cocktails out here.

Hey, does your room have a bath?

Alexa?

Hm.

Mine's way nicer.

Hello?

Hm.

Don't mind if I do.

Oh my...

This area's off limits to guests.

Yeah, well, that makes sense.

Yeah, but you thought you'd come
and have a nose anyway, did ya?

See where my stepdad died?

It's pretty ghoulish.

- Oh, I'm not a dark tourist.
- I'm an ex-cop. Old habits.

Alexa.

As you can see,
everything's in order now.

We replaced the door handle,
plead guilty to the WorkSafe charge,

paid the fine,

and now we're just trying to
get on with grieving in peace.

I hope it hasn't affected
your business too badly.

It has.

Take a hint, Alexa. Let it go.

I'd appreciate that.

Still, some people really do
love this place, don't they?

I mean, I was looking at
the guestbook earlier,

and one guy's been back here several
times in the last six months...

a Barton Warwock?

Yeah, sorry, I don't
know much about that.

Mum does front of house and

I do the wellness with my wife,
and now the cooking.

Well, you can never
have too much garlic.

- Shrimp cocktail.
- This is great. It's so retro.

Hey, I need you to look up
a name for me... Barton Warwock.

Wait, who is he?

Six entries in the guestbook,
all of them excellent stays;

Most recently the day before Tony died.

I'd love to know why
he kept coming back.

Maybe it's the apricot chicken.

Yes?

Hope you picked up a snazzy suit for me.

Yeah, 1200 bucks of snazz.

Sweet. I'ma need it
first thing tomorrow.

- No, hang on. I'm out of town.
- My hearing's been moved forward.

Oh, bloody marvellous!

Sooner it's done,
sooner I'm out of here.

- I actually do have one question.
- Yep.

What does that say?

Shallots. Sorry, I know
that's a bit hard to read.

- Did a doctor write this?
- No, Petra.

She and Tony figured it was a nice
old-fashioned touch,

and they think
old-fashioned is a good thing.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Alexa, this is Sophie.

Waitress, masseuse and yoga instructor.

Hi, Sophie.

Hey, listen, I've gotta go back to town.

Why?

Because Reuben locked the keys
and the cat in the house.

Oh, no. Disaster.

Yeah, so I'll be back in the morning.

Um, I'll have the shrimp cocktail
and the apricot chicken. Thank you.

Mm-hm!

That woman from Corrections
took your beautiful navy suit.

She better get it back to you on time.

I had to put up with
an obnoxious tailor for that.

- Well, I appreciate it.
- Mm.

I've gotta look the part;
Show I don't belong here.

Whereas you and I know you totally do.

Ooh, shots fired.

Well, you're a con man, aren't ya?
Where else do you belong?

Excuse me, but if you bet
on a horse, it comes in last,

do you go to the trainer
and demand your 20 bucks back?

Are you gonna support
my parole application?

Listen, word to the wise...

a tiny bit of remorse for
your victims might go a long way.

Do you have to call them victims?

OK, those poor souls who didn't
realise that investingwith you

was like betting on a horse
that can't possibly win.

Are you gonna support
my application or not?

I'm still thinkin' about it.

Later.

So, anything on Warwock?

Um...

Yeah.

Madison?

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

OK, this is gonna sound weird, but

there's someone outside
calling for more pork.

Oh, no, that's our native owl, the ruru,

also known as
the morepork. I can't think why.

Anyway, what about Warwock?

Yeah, OK. Um, American businessman,

owns properties all over the place.

I'm sending you through
his number right now.

Great. I'll call him in the morning.

- I love that place.
- Yeah, I figured,

since you've been there so often
in the last few months.

Sometimes you just get a feeling.

I walked in there, looked around...
I don't mess around.

I said, 'Dude,

this joint reminds me of
Montana. Gotta have it.

- Have it? You mean...
- You mean buy it?

- Yeah.
- Well, I didn't know it was for sale.

- Ooh, no, it wasn't.
- I don't mess around;

I don't have the time.

I made them an offer
they couldn't refuse.

So who were you dealing
with regarding the sale?

No, no, no, no.

I don't go near agents.

Hate agents.

You know, I was married to one.
Parasites, all of 'em.

Well, I really meant who were you
dealing with at the resort itself?

Oh, uh, Tony, yeah.

You know, he's a great guy.

I had a handshake deal
with him, but it turns out

that a handshake deal with a dead man

isn't worth very much.

So when Tony died,
the whole deal fell through?

Uh, yeah. I should've
had some paperwork.

Didn't have any paperwork.
I hate paperwork.

Hate agents, hate paperwork,
hate 'em all.

Well, who told you
that the sale was off?

His wife.

Petra.

I don't blame her for wanting
to hold on to the place.

But... you know, I thought
I was doing her favour.

That place is full of her ghosts.

And Another one now?

Did Tony's stepson have anything
to say about the sale?

- No, I didn't...
- Didn't go near him much.

- Uh, what did you say your name was?
- Alexa.

Independent customer
satisfaction research.

The weirdest customer survey
I've ever done.

Well, I like to be thorough.

Listen, I don't want you
to take this wrong, but...

would you like to have dinner?

You're in LA.

Yes, I am, but we can work that out.

You know, sometimes you get a...

you get a...

a feeling, you know?

Gotta be kidding me.

Not good news?

I came back for an appointment,
which I've just learned

has been cancelled again.

And I thought you
came back to meet with me.

So, American property developer...

he's almost at the picking paint
colours for the refurbstage...

But?

...when Tony dies and
the whole deal is called off.

How did I miss that?

Oh, Barton's not a
paper trail kind of guy.

- Did Ivan know about the sale?
- Well, I dunno, cos if he did...

He might have murdered Tony to stop it.

Gold star to you, detective.

- Morning, sunshine!
- No, no, no.

I didn't sleep well at all, so this...

- At a wellness resort?
- That doesn't sound right.

Well, luckily, I'm on my way
right now to a relaxation massage.

Wait, with Sophie? Ivan's wife?

Yes, and the whole point of a
massage is to relax and drift away.

I need you to find out if Sophie

or Ivan knew that
Tony was selling this place.

- After my massage.
- During's good too.

- How's that pressure?
- Mm, it's brilliant.

So has this place really been in
the same family since forever?

Yeah. Ivan's great-grandmother
had it built.

And I guess you and Ivan are
kind of obliged to carry it on.

No, I wouldn't say obliged.

We love it here.
So does our daughter, Evie.

Oh, so you wouldn't sell it?

We wouldn't, no.

But there was talk a few months ago.

Tony was keen to offload the place.

- Really?
- Yeah.

We have very different ideas.

Or had.

Ivan and I are really
into health and well-being.

Petra and Tony are old-school.

Maybe Tony had enough of the tension.

It's a big call,

deciding to sell the place when
it's been in the family for so long.

Yeah, I tried to stay out of it.

And luckily Petra was in
the UK visiting her cousin Stan

when that all happened.

She hates conflict.

My favourite kind of person.

Yeah.

In the end, Ivan knew that fighting
the decision would upset his mum,

so we did a radical acceptance
session and that was that.

- A what session?
- It's dialectic behaviour technique.

So once you accept your reality,
you can move on in peace.

Mm.

Cool.

Excellent. Well,
you're all set for the day.

Thanks very much for coming.

- Well, it was really good. Thank you.
- You're welcome.

So glad you guys decided
not to sell this place.

Sorry?

I heard there was
a buyer sniffing around.

- Who told you that?
- Barton Warwock, the sniffer himself.

Mum decided not to sell.

Yeah, Sophie and I are committed.
We wanna honour the family legacy.

Cool.

Don't forget your mat.

So Tony was the only one
pushing for the sale.

- According to Sophie, yeah.
- But Alexa,

I was kind of hoping
to have this bath by myself,

if you don't mind.

Well, I wasn't gonna
jump in there with ya.

No, I don't mind. But did
you confirm Petra's UK trip?

Yes, Petra went to the UK and yeah,

she has a cousin Stan there,
but she wasn't visiting him.

According to his Insta, he was at
a gay pride event in New York.

Why would Petra lie about that?

Maybe she was having a fling
with someone in the UK,

or maybe she and Tony were splitting up.

I want you to find out
everything about that trip,

like what she spent her money on,
where she visited... all that.

OK. Can I finish my
relaxing bubble bath first?

All right. No need to shout.

What a piece of work.

I can't even...

Oh, morning.

Oh!

I could kill an espresso.

Everything all right?

Might be fun for you to
treat my family's tragedy

as a murder mystery weekend,

but it's not fun for anyone else.

Petra, that's not what I'm doing at all.

I'm grieving.

Ivan, Sophie, Evie...

we all are.

We all wish we'd fixed that
bloody freezer door

and you asking
questions, casting aspersions...

it's not helping.

This is not a joke to me.

Yes, I'm retired,

but sometimes I help the
police fill in missing details.

There aren't any missing details.

No one told us that Tony
was about to sell to a developer.

Because it wasn't relevant.

Didn't cause tension in the family?

Oh, we have our disagreements,

just like every other
family in the world.

Why did you pull the sale
after Tony died?

I don't know if you've
ever lost anyone close,

but it turns everything upside down.

And some days, it's hard enough just
to put one foot in front of the other,

let alone do anything else.

I know.

You know, the worst coffee
I ever had was in London.

Flat white in a soup bowl.

Did you enjoy your time in London?

Will I charge that to your room,
or would you like to pay now?

Oh, room will be fine.

It's back again.

- What is?
- The ghost that I saw last night.

- What?
- I went to the window

and there was a ghost in the garden.

Oh, oh, we believe in ghosts now, do we?

No.

Usually no.

Oh.

What are you doing?

I've always wanted to meet a ghost.

- Hello.
- Ah!

Oh.

What are you doing here?

I was gonna ask you the same thing.

Madison thought you were a ghost.

Sometimes I feel like one.

I have trouble sleeping.

Sometimes I go outside, wander.

Listen to the night.

I have insomnia too.

...Hm.

It started when my husband died
and it just never really went away.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I think it's out of guilt.

Why?

Because I'm alive and he's not.

Could that be what yours is about?

Oh, might have made it worse.

It's hard to reconcile the fact that

I was wandering around
outside while he lay dying,

but...

I haven't really slept
properly for a year or two.

That's why we were in separate rooms.

Oh, girl, you gotta
take something for that.

I used to,

but pills just don't work.

That's why I went to London,
the sleep clinic there.

Well, that's a long way
to go for a sleep clinic.

It's a very good one.

Well, not good enough, clearly.

Clearly.

Don't eat the nuts!

- Why are you like this?
- They cost 12 bucks!

She says that she was in the UK
getting treated at a sleep clinic.

But she told her family
she was visiting her cousin.

It's still a weird lie, though.

Yeah, and get this...

her bathroom cupboard is
filled with sleeping pills.

Ugh, noobs.

Where will I find the beach towels?

Um, there's a cabinet in the pool
area, according to the compendium.

Hm.

Have a nice day.

Oh, one more thing.

- Do you allow dogs here?
- Dogs?

Yeah, my little Noah would love it here.

Uh, yeah. Why not bring him next time?

- OK, great. Thank you.
- No problem.

Yes.

What the hell are you doin'?

Ah... Um...

Is it... Is it cool if I
check my Facebook on here?

No, it's really not.

Hey, bubs, can you just
go and wait by the car?

You know, my laptop ran out of juice

and I'm just addicted to social media,

so I thought when I was walking
past, you know, I could...

Why don't you go and get your mate
and get out of here right now?

We'll email you your invoice.

I thought you were supposed to
be good at this sort of thing.

- Look, he's a very quiet walker.
- I didn't hear him coming.

Bye, Petra. Thanks for everything.

Oh, actually.

Almost forgot.

What did you write in the guestbook?

Ah... spectacular views,
staff a little unfriendly.

Oh, hello.

- Oh, hey, Reuben. Come in.
- Hey, how's it goin'?

Always better for seeing you.

Do you want a drink or something?

Ah, no thanks. I'm just passing through.

Oh, hey, I brought your bread bag back.

Oh, thank you so much.

You were supposed to
pick it up yesterday.

I know, sorry. Ran out of time.

- Why didn't you just leave it here?
- When?

When you were here
looking after the cat.

Sorry?

Ah, no, she's confused.

I said Mrs Tuebin was looking
after the cat, not Reuben.

- Ah, no, you said Reuben.
- Who's Mrs Tuebin?

Anyhoo, um, thank you so much for this.

And I will drop off fresh bread
to you on Friday.

Cool. And if you want
someone to look after your cat,

then I'm up for it.

- Noted.
- In case Mrs Tuebin isn't available.

- So?
- Who the hell is Mrs Tuebin?

- You don't know her.
- Are you gaslighting me?

- Forget Mrs Tuebin.
- She's not very interesting.

Now, what did you find?

All right. I went through
all the browser history

from the resort computer.

Check out this Google search...

'How many sleeping pills
will cause an overdose?'

Oh, rookie mistake.

The search was made at 3am.

And who do we know who's usually
wandering around at 3am?

Mrs Tuebin.

Petra.

There's also another frequently
visited site,

a big diagnostic
clinic in London, plus an invoice.

Wow, that's an expensive sleep clinic.

No, it's not a sleep clinic. It
specialises in genetic conditions.

So do you think that maybe Tony
was sick and someone helped him...

on his way?

Maybe.

I'll check it out.

Oh, who's that?

- It's Harry.
- Sure it's not Mrs Barry?

Yeah, I see you.

This arrived at the station
this morning, express post.

'Dear Tony, this is
to say we can't go on like this.

'Clearly, we see things
a little diff...'

Ah...

Oh. Oh my.

The bit about 'we'd be better off if...'

'...if you weren't here.' What?

Check the date.

Oh, this is the day before Tony died.

Well, I know this handwriting.
This is Petra's.

What a happy family.

- So if Petra wrote this...
- And somebody else found it...

Then who dobbed her in?

- Yeah?
- Hey, I have the disease

you're looking for.

- Nup, that did not sound right.
- Oh, yeah? Give it to me.

Wait, that didn't sound right either.

This lab, their major project
right now is a clinical trial

into fatal familial insomnia.

Sounds like a made-up disease.

Well, it's a terminal illness
that runs in families,

and it does
exactly what it sounds like...

keeps you awake until eventually
you lose the ability to function

and you die.

Bloody hell.

I know. It's horrible, right?

Thanks for that.

Hello?

- Hello, madam.
- Hello.

Are you kidding me?

No. No, no, no. You're
not welcome here at all.

I... Ivan, shush.

I'm not gonna be here long.

Petra, could I have a quick word
with you in private?

How did you find out?

Your visits to the London clinic.

My family don't know.

I'd like to keep it that way.

Well, that's very stoic.

But don't you think you
could do their support?

I'm part of a new trial.

A drug that might slow the symptoms.

All my life, I've heard stories
about the women in my family

and how
they all went mad in their old age.

You're not old.

But I'm going mad.

I get mood swings, I forget things,
I'm angry all the time.

Sometimes I feel like...

making it stop.

I don't want Evie remembering me
the way I remember my grandmother.

Petra.

Did you kill your husband?

He was so set on selling,

and I didn't want to leave.

Ivan doesn't know I'm unwell.

Could I have some time to
talk to him before you...

Yeah, sure.

Only I don't do arrests.

Hey, can I have one of those?

Oh, thanks.

Is this some kind of therapy?

You know, I was doing some
research into fatal familial insomnia.

It is not a good time.

Oh, just a masterpiece.

Ah, yes!

Voila.

Oh.

'Dear Tony, this is to say
that we can't go on like this.

'Clearly we see things
a little differently.'

Did Petra write this?

She did, supposedly on
the day before Tony died.

This is definitely
her fancy handwriting.

Oh yeah, she wrote it, all right.

But that comes from the
top page of her writing pad.

So?

So it wasn't written before he
died. That was written yesterday.

So all the prep was done
and the meat was thawing.

Why'd you get back in
that freezer, my friend?

Alexa.

Hey, there was a mop by the bucket.

Did anyone check to see
if the mop was wet?

I don't know.

What's the significance?
People have mops in their kitchens.

Tony had a cut on his finger.

It looked fresh and deep.
Where was the blood?

I didn't see any.

Oh, funny that.

OK, I've gotta go, OK?

Wait here, please.

18 months ago, when I heard that
Will had been arrested again,

I... decided to move
from Australia to be closer,

so that he would have
someone who cared about him.

And I do.

I care about

all of the rotten decisions he's made,
and there's been a few.

And I wanna be here to
help him make better choices,

because he's my brother and I love him.

I just wanna be here for him
in a way that I couldn't be

when we were younger.

If you granted him parole here today,

I give you my word that I will
make it my job

to make sure that he does not re-offend.

I note that your father has
convictions for similar offences.

Yes, our father was by
no means a good role model.

At the end of the day, that's just
a reason and not an excuse, so...

Anything you'd like to add?

Oh, Alexa's right. Um...

I have no excuses.

No one's to blame for me
being in here except me.

Greedy,

stupid,

entitled.

I was all of those
before I got arrested,

and I've hurt people
who didn't deserve it.

I've gotta live with that.

But I know that if you give me the
chance,

I can start contributing to
the world instead of taking from it.

We'll deliberate, and a decision
will be made in the next few days.

Thanks, sis. I think it was better
without the flash suit, thank you.

Well, you still owe me 1200 bucks.

- Yeah, I'm good for it.
- 'Course you are.

Do you mean everything you said there?

What kind of a question
is that? 'Course.

How are you gonna make it up
to the people you ripped off?

- I don't know.
- I'll think of something.

You've had more than a year
to think of something.

- Did you mean what you said?
- Yes!

It was gold.

The bit that I am focused on
right now is the idea

of You not ever offending again.

- Well, that's cool! I won't.
- K, cos I've heard that before.

- Well, maybe I'm a slow learner.
- Or maybe you're a liar.

- Oh, come on. Take it easy.
- I'm only doing what I gotta do.

You don't know what it's like living
in a cell where the previous tenant

left messages on the wall

written his own body fluid.
Think about that.

Wait, say that again.

- Which bit?
- The thing about the wall.

The message on the wall in his own
body fluid. What are you doin'?

I interviewed Petra.

Took her confession.

How quickly can you
source me some luminol spray?

There's a theory I wanna test.

You don't think Petra's
telling the truth.

Oh, I just think
maybe Tony told us himself.

WOMAN, ON PHONE: Once
the statement to the parole board

has been retracted,

it can't be reinstated.
Do you understand that?

Yes, I understand.

I wish to retract my statement.

You'd like that struck from the record?

Yes, thanks.

Hey, this is confidential, right?

Yes, of course it is.

- Absolutely.
- Thanks very much.

- Sophie!
- Hi. Not sure you're welcome back here.

Oh, pish, I won't be here long.

I've just come to take
another look at that freezer.

What now?

- Hello, Ivan.
- I don't want you here.

Mum's sick, and now she's...

She's saying that she
deliberately killed Tony.

And how do you feel about that?

What kind of question is...

We were getting on with our lives.

We're just a normal family dealing
with a tragedy until youshow up.

There's no such thing
as a normal family, Ivan.

You know, I'm sorry that
your mother is suffering.

I'm sorry she's sick and I'm sorry
that she's given up on life.

Eh?

Yeah, she's gonna spend
the rest of it behind bars it.

She volunteered that.

Oh, come... Hardly. You harassed
her, you stuck your nose in.

She doesn't have much time left.

Which is quite convenient, isn't it?
You know,

terminally ill woman guilty of murder.

And it was murder.

He was all about a sale of this place...

where you grew up,
and where you wanted to raiseEvie.

You didn't know that
Tony was pushing the sale

to Fund your mother's treatment.

You thought he was doing it
to be greedy.

So after Tony set the oven
that night for his signature dish,

a dish he'd made
a thousand times before,

you stuffed it up.

So you went and told Tony
about the disaster,

that he'd have to start again.

You offered to help and made him a drink

full of your mum's
crushed up sleeping pills,

just in case you needed him
to be a bit groggy.

Then when he went into the freezer
to get the replacement beef,

all you had to do was
push the door shut behind him.

Ivan!

Ivan, get the door!

Ivan?

Ivan!

Ivan!

Ivan!

But you'd already got
the beef out, hadn't you?

Cool story.

When Petra saw that the
truth was gonna come out,

she tried to save you.

She incriminated herself,
but it's not that easy, is it?

In fact, it gave her away.

She was prepared to go to prison
for you, and you were gonna let her.

What happened to Tony...

was an accident.

Oh, Petra didn't seem to think so.

My mum is sick.

Her brain isn't working.

She knew exactly what happened to Tony.

You know how she knew?

Tony told her.

Hey!

Tony had a cut on his finger,

and that was really baffling because
even though the cut was fresh,

there was no blood anywhere.

And then I realised he did it himself,

in here, probably
on one of these meat hooks.

And he did it to tell us
who the murderer was.

That could mean anything.

Well, Petra didn't think so.

That's why she tried to clean it up
before she called the police.

I thought that he was after her money.

I didn't know th...

Is it cold in here,

or it just me?

Oh, Harry.

Good to see ya.

Hey.

Stay in the sun!

Your daughter-in-law
is a very capable young woman.

She'll be alone.

She's got Evie.

And this place has a history of
very strong women at the helm.

You know they say that we only get
given what we can handle, but...

Sometimes it'd be nice
not to have to be strong.

They turned down my parole.

I heard.

The judge must have a heart of flint.

Yeah, or she can spot a crap artist.

Did you really miss me?

When we were kids?

Every day.

Me too.

Well, you know what?

Now you've got heaps more free time to,

like, read those
nice messages on your wall,

think about how to be a better man.

Where there's a will.

You must be feeling
pretty insulted, though.

Why?

30 years a cop and they
didn't listen to you.

Well, maybe they did a little bit.

Alexa?

I'm in the bath.

- Phone call for you. It's Mrs Tuebin.
- She says it's really important.

Oh, sorry, Mrs T. Alexa doesn't
wanna speak until you actually exist.

That's adorable.

You may leave now.

Oh, actually, I did want to know...

sun-dried tomatoes
or fresh on the pizza?

Actually, once a fresh tomato
is in the oven,

does that make it an oven-dried tomato?

And what is the difference
between sun-dried and not?

Added sugar and olive oil.

D'ya mind?

Nope. I don't mind at all.