All language subtitles for My Life Is Murder.S03E06.Bride to Bee.en

I just find that so distasteful.
Summer brings out the worst in people.

Come on. Love is in the air.

Summer is the most criminal season
of all. Did you know that?

Really?

- Well, what's the safest time of year?
- Spring. By a country mile.

Well...

that makes my latest victim

even more unlucky.

Oh, you mean you didn't invite
me here for an ice cream date?

I didn't know you wanted me to.

Well, now you know.

The victim's name

is Leah Howell,

a florist with a severe bee allergy.

She was stung when walking down
the aisle at her own wedding.

We found the bee hiding
inside the bridal bouquet.

Bummer.

Leah developed adult onset
anaphylaxis around 23.

By then, she'd already
started the flower business,

and business was bloomin'.

I'm told she was extremely
cautious about protecting herself.

Just not that day, huh?

Everything screams
tragic accident, right?

Until I spoke to the groom,
Thom Coney,

a trust fund playboy
with a net worth of $10 million.

Apparently, Leah and Thom
met when she was delivering

a floral display for
his 30th birthday party.

Sparks flew. Doves cried.
Two months later, they were engaged.

Two months after that
comes the wedding day.

- Well, that seems a tad speedy to me.
- Hey, true love waits for no one.

But Thom reckons his father,
Roland, hated Leah.

He wasn't happy about a mere mortal
becoming part of the family empire.

What, are the Coneys rich?

Roland Coney could buy and
sell both of us, multiple times over.

Ooh

So what, for marrying a commoner,
the groom thinks his father did what?

Trained a bee
to assassinate the bride?

There's no reports of anything
strange before the ceremony.

Leah walks down the aisle with
Roland. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Then...

The first person to try and assist Leah was
her bridesmaid and business partner, Cat.

Then the wedding planner, Nerida Jones,
steps in with an EpiPen, but it's too late.

- So why suspect the father?
- Roland didn't help Leah. Just left her.

He disappeared
minutes after Leah collapsed.

Well, it sounds a hundred times more
interesting than any wedding I've attended,

but what does this have
to do with me?

- I'll send you the wedding video.
- No, no, not the wedding video!

What, even one with a killer lurking in
the footage that only Alexa Crowe can find?

You smooth-talking devil.

If you think it's an accident,
how come you agreed to take a look?

Because it's very rare that a murder
suspect throws a parent under the bus,

especially one who stands to lose
an enormous inheritance by doing it.

OK. I put some extras
in yours because you

need to start taking
your B6 levels seriously.

Gosh, I thought I was

Fine. I'll drink it if you call
up autopsy image 12 please.

There you go.

Oh gosh. See, they couldn't identify
the sting site because of the swelling.

Plus, she's got tons of
pre-existing scratches

on her hands from
her job as a florist.

All of which could be
potential exposure points, right?

Right.

So how does a bee-vigilant person
fail to notice one in her bouquet?

You know that the kind of reaction that
Leah suffered, it can come within seconds,

but it tends to peak
around three to 30 minutes.

So you're a bee expert now too?

I just listened to
a couple of podcasts this afternoon.

But the point is that if she was
stung before she walked up the aisle,

how come she wasn't experiencing
any symptoms?

I need you to get me
a whole lot of EpiPens, all right?

The same brand as Leah's.

Oi, what about your smoothie?

I knew Harry believed me.

So you're a cop?
- 'Was' ― past tense.

And I wish I had something more original
to say than 'I'm sorry for your loss'.

Mm. Yeah.
I've been hearing that a lot lately.

Drink?
- No thanks.

So, Harry tells me, Thom, that what
you have to say is pretty controversial.

That my father killed my bride?

He just, uh...

He's got this way of
getting what he wants.

He said Leah wasn't good enough,
and look what happened.

Was there any specific reason
why Roland would want Leah gone?

Let's just say a florist with
a messed up family ― his words ―

wasn't exactly
his dream daughter-in-law.

But he walked
her down the aisle.

Leah's dad's been in and
out of prison since she was a kid.

Roland was just keeping up
appearances.

- How long had you known Leah, Thom?
- Oh... Not quite six months.

We met the day of my 30th.

Her company makes these crazy
blue rose sculptures. I'll show you.

Here.

All I wanted was to get
married to the woman I

love in front of the
people I care about most.

What's so wrong with that?

- We probably never should've met.
- Maybe she'd still be here.

Is there any part of you that thinks
this could've been a horrible accident?

No.
No, Leah left nothing to chance.

That EpiPen was like
the third wheel in our relationship.

So why didn't it work?

Well, nothing that you're saying
is pointing specifically to your father.

Then keep looking.

Whoo-hoo!

What the H-E double hockey sticks,
Reuben?

Well, I take it you didn't do a long
hen's lunch before your wedding?

This interest in the
bridal market better be

a fad cos that crowd
looks very anti-carb.

Look, trust me,
these will be gone by midday.

These hens are like wolves
once the champagne starts.

Wait, where are you going? Aren't
you gonna stay for coffee or breakfast?

Reuben. Reuben.

Reuben! Reuben!
Reuben! Reuben!

I think you've got enough on your plate,
don't you?

OK, ladies.

Hey. Wanna watch a wedding video?

God, no. Unless you've
found something new.

Pretty sure I have.

Help!

There's Nerida Jones,
the wedding planner,

who insisted that all the guests sign a
contract ― no phones, no recording devices.

- Ugh. That makes our lives a lot harder.
- Mm-hm. Except...

There, on the right ―
a hand with a phone.

So who does it belong to? If we could
get a guest list then maybe I could put it―

You know, Harry asked
the wedding planner for a guest list,

and she said she wasn't
legally obliged to hand one over.

I think someone needs to take a closer look
at Nerida's bank accounts, e-mail, etc.

Sure. Actually, there's something
else you should know about the wedding.

Roland Coney made all the guests and
the staff sign non-disclosure agreements.

It's almost like he knew
something bad was gonna happen.

Ooh, Chowder.
She's a terrible cynic.

Who is it?

Hi, I'm, um... I'm Alexa
Crowe. I'm with the police.

I was, um, wanting to come in
and have a quick word about Thom.

You're lucky it's too late
to question you, little fella.

Ms Crowe, was it? Roland Coney.

Whatever he's done, I
can handle all expenses

involved. Thom's
not himself right now.

No, Thom's fine, Mr Coney.

Oh, thank
heavens for small miracles.

But that is what I wanted
to talk to you about.

His fiancee Leah Howell's death.

Utterly tragic. Terrible luck.
Still so hard to believe.

- That's why we're looking into it.
- Oh. I see.

Would you mind if I ask
you a personal question?

Um, sure.

How do you feel about wildflowers?

- It's gorgeous.
- Thank you.

I planted all this for my wife,
June, just before she died.

We thought we had more time.

- How long has she been gone?
- 20 years now. Still seems like yesterday.

They say time heals. Total bullshit,
if you don't mind me saying so.

- I do not mind you saying so, Mr Coney.
- Roland, please.

Roland.

You're not what I expected.

You've been speaking to Thom.

He's made me into some sort of
monster to cope with Leah's passing.

- Did you know about her allergy?
- Yeah, we all did.

He had the EpiPen right there.
It just didn't work.

But that's not what Thom believes.
- No, he thinks that you hated her.

An exaggeration.

So you just didn't
approve of her?

I thought he was rushing
into things for no reason.

He barely knew her.

Well, what does that
matter if they're in love?

Thom has a habit of diving into
situations headfirst.

I was just trying to protect him.

And how far would you
go to protect him, Roland?

Not sure what it is
you're asking, Ms Crowe.

Well, why would you ask Leah
to stay the night here,

the night before her wedding, if
you didn't approve of the marriage?

Thom's apartment is a sty.
It seemed like a nice thing to do.

You weren't trying
to keep a close eye on

her - control proceedings,
control your son?

Perhaps some people need
a short leash.

Leah must have been
exhibiting symptoms before you

walked her up the aisle.
What are you not telling me?

- Goodbye, Ms Crowe.
- It's all right.

I can, uh...

I can see myself out. Thanks, Roland.

Where'd you come from?

- So how did things work, Cat?
- We used to joke we were total opposites.

Leah was the optimist;
I was the pessimist.

She was the artist;
I was the accountant.

So Leah came up
with most of your designs?

Genius at flower arrangement. But paying
rent and budgeting? Just beyond hopeless.

Which is why she was lucky
to have me.

How's the business
doing now that she's gone?

Busy.

Yeah. I'd love to stop
and cry for a month,

but that's the last thing
she'd want me to do.

Hey, you, um... You were at Roland's
the night before the wedding, right?

Yeah. We all were.

Despite the fact that Roland
disapproved of his son marrying Leah?

- Who told you that?
- Little birds.

Leah still thought there
was a chance she could win him over.

I guess, they see the world as much
more black-and-white than Leah did.

Was Roland around
much before the wedding?

Yeah.

He put on this amazing rehearsal
dinner, and then the morning of,

he was back to bossing
everyone around.

He seemed super paranoid
the whole time about Leah's EpiPen.

He insisted on holding on to it
until we got to the church.

Did Leah ever say that Roland
threatened her in any way?

Jada, how are those roses
coming along?

Jada...

Yep. Almost done.

I'm so hopelessly behind today.

Jada, see Alexa out and track down
the Parker order for me.

Cat, are you scared
of Roland Coney?

I'm sorry, I've got to...

Follow me.

Hey, Jada, you were at
the wedding too, weren't you?

I don't think
I'm supposed to talk about it.

It's just the police statement
said that a lot of safety measures

were taken by the Bloem team
in particular.

We smoked the church
beforehand, and Cat must

have spent a small
fortune on vanilla sprays.

- Was that it?
- We both checked every arrangement twice -

once here, once at the church ―

and we made sure there were no
windows open for 48 hours pre-ceremony.

Sounds comprehensive.

It was. Even Leah's
dress was allergy inclusive.

She― Jada, in here, please.

Sorry.

Everyone is afraid of Roland Coney.
Nobody wants to talk.

When you're done murdering
that EpiPen, I did a device sweep.

Nerida Jones - she
does a lot of work for

Roland. We're talking
multiple events every year.

And this is interesting why?

Because there's no email
exchanges between them. Ever.

No texts, just calls to and from
a landline at Bletchley House.

So either he's a Luddite
or he has something to hide.

She also had a bunch of calls
and texts from Leah

in the days leading up to the wedding
that she never bothered to answer.

What about our grieving groom?

Well, Thom has been texting
up a storm with an ex-fiancee

- for the last few months.
- Another one? - Mm-hm. Talulah Wells.

They were engaged a year ago.
Fiancee number three.

- Oh, shall we say he has a type?
- Lots of PDA online, and then, boom.

His relationship status changes overnight,
and she deletes all of her socials.

So, what?
Now they're back in touch?

They were still texting an hour
before his ceremony with Leah.

All right. You need to find this
Talulah, while I keep leaning on Roland.

Why on earth would Nerida ghost Leah
when it's her wedding that she's planning?

Maybe Roland told her to ignore
Leah. Focus on a more important job.

Like accessory to murder?

Here's me thinking this
was gonna be a candlelit dinner.

Did you bring
the thing I asked for?

What's a slight bending
of department rules between friends?

Yes.

OK. Great.

You know most people just keep
knives on those things, right?

I think we both know
that I'm not 'most people'.

Well, here's a little something
that I prepared earlier.

I've been trying to replicate the
warp in the text on Leah's EpiPen.

I saw it here in the evidence photos.

Only boiling creates the same
blurring pattern. See here.

Leah didn't metabolise
the adrenaline

properly because her
EpiPen was tampered with.

- Right.
- Which means...

The bee that stung
Leah didn't act alone.

He had an accomplice.

Nerida. Gosh, thank you so much
for meeting with me at short notice.

Ms Crowe. I thought you said
Roland would be joining us.

Oh, well. He's probably running
late. You know how he is.

So is it your first
time back since, um...

Since Leah? Yes.

Gosh, that must be really hard for
you, considering she was a friend and all.

Oh, we were friendly. I wouldn't
say that we were... friend friends.

Oh. Yeah, cos she did try to call you
right before the wedding, remember?

- How do you know that?
- Oh, yeah. She texted, and she emailed,

but you never replied to any of
those, so yeah, not very friendly.

Because at the end of the
day, I answered to Roland

for this wedding. Not
Leah. He was paying my fee.

Yeah, you make a lot of money
from the Coney family.

What has that got
to do with anything?

My focus on Thom and Leah's wedding
day was to look after the logistics,

which I did
to the best of my ability.

Right. But a bee in the bouquet ―
that's kind of a fail, right?

Roland didn't send you
to speak to me, did he?

Nah, not really.

- So he doesn't even know you're here?
- No.

I'm leaving.

Did Roland give you the
EpiPen before the wedding?

The one that you used on Leah.

Yes. OK?

He gave it to me in the sacristy,
just after they arrived.

I'm the one who injected Leah,
and she's dead.

How do you think that makes me feel?

Nerida. Hey. Just one more thing.

Do you know anyone
called Talulah Wells?

It's just she and Thom have been
texting up a storm recently.

Good to see Thom's moving
on at his usual speed.

At least I'll still have her seating
and food preferences ready.

Talulah was fiancee number three.

Hello?

Hello?
- Say hi to Roland.

Roland paid 200K to Nerida
after the wedding, which is high,

but it's not a million miles away
from her usual rate.

Well, I still think
they're up to something.

You know, she called him
the minute she got out of the church.

Did you find anything else in
her emails? Like maybe a guest list?

No. I'm thinking I'm gonna
need to physically access her hard drive.

Beth said she'd help.

Did you have a planner
on your big day?

OK, I'm off to meet our fiancee
number three, Talulah Wells.

But you and Beth have a ball.

Wait, was your one a ball?

Was it a disco?

Talulah, tell me,
were there harder drugs involved?

No. Thom had been drinking a lot, which
was causing mega issues with him and Leah.

But he heard through friends
that I got sober after the break up.

And so that's why he called me,
cos he knew he needed help.

And you're still helping him,
aren't you?

You were there the
other day when I visited.

How did you know?

Because this matches the exact
lip shade you're wearing now.

Thom's always medicated his
feelings, and he's doing that now.

So that's why I went over.
Cos, you know, he needs time.

OK, so that first time
that he called you about

getting sober. What
was he stressed about?

I mean, he was in love.
He was getting married.

He was worried Leah
was gonna get cold feet.

Just like the rest of us did.

Well, if you were number three,
then Leah was fiancee number... four?

Five?!
- Yeah. Thom's a hopeless romantic.

I guess.
Hopeless, anyway.

But all his relationships ended.
- Yeah.

So four young women
decided not to marry this...

this really handsome, eligible,
soon-to-be-incredibly-wealthy guy

right before they're
due to walk down the

aisle, with no outside
pressure from anyone.

I can't tell you. Like, even
if I wanted to, I literally can't.

Right. Let me just make
a few wild guesses, OK?

And you tell me if I'm hot or cold.

OK. Boy meets girl,
and everything's hearts

and flowers, and suddenly
he pops the question.

And then Dad enters the story.

And it doesn't look like love.
Not true love. Not to him.

So he tells the girl
it's in her best interest to leave,

and he offers her a
hefty sum if she'll just

break the whole thing
off and sign an NDA.

How am I doing?

Yeah, rich bullies.
They're not very original.

Did you know Leah Howell?
- Um, yeah.

I met her through Cat. We
had some mutual friends,

but I stopped seeing
them once I quit drinking.

And you weren't jealous or anything?
You weren't trying to get him back?

I still really care
about Thom as a friend.

But nothing could ever make me wanna
go back to Bletchley House.

Roland was right you know. What me
and Thom had ― it wasn't real love.

Why do you say that?

I took the money, didn't I?

I have an exclusive arrangement with
Bloem. They could be your floral stylist.

The flowers are divine.

Hm. Except I'm in the Navy, so
what about an 'under the sea" theme?

Uh, because I'm
the bride, you're the

bridesmaid and I don't
want a themed wedding.

Madison's right. 'Under the sea' is a bit
more... school dance than glamour wedding.

Never went. Wouldn't know.
So here's what I'm thinking.

I'm seeing lots of
blues and greens. You

know, bridesmaids
dressed as mermaids. Right?

Maybe some seashells up here,
you know? Um...

You should know I very rarely take
on events under a certain scale.

Why? What kind of price
tag would we be looking at

for you to pull together
Madison's dream wedding?

Prices start at $120,000.

Hey, you OK?

Thank you.

I'll get you a napkin. Hold on.

Um... um...

I'm so sorry, did you -
Sorry, did you say 120,000?

I'm afraid so.

- Um, dollars? - Yes.
- OK. Starting price?

- So it goes upwards?
- Yes. Upwards. - Right.

And this is just for you,
not for anything else?

That covers a
variation of themes.

So if we became friends,
could you do, like, a mates rates?

You know your requests are
getting weirder and weirder now?

Did you bring it?

Be careful. I know how
you feel about Roland,

but that bee is still
my prime suspect.

What are you doing?

Creating the world's
smallest line-up.

Now, this little chap I found
already deceased at Roland's gate.

You know about the hives
on Roland's property, right?

I do.

I've got the number of a bee
expert at the uni if you want?

Yeah, sure.

And what about the fact that Roland's been
bribing the women in Thom's life to leave,

providing they sign an NDA?
- That I didn't know.

Uh-huh. And Leah's the
only one who refused to sign.

Well, they look
pretty identical to me.

You know a dead bee on the outskirts of
the property doesn't prove anything, right?

But you should give the bee guy
a call. See if your hunch checks out.

Yeah, I will.

You cannot get
cold feet. Do you understand that?

I told you I won't.

Relax. All of this
will be over in 24 hours.

He couldn't just listen to me
for once in his life.

- None of this is Thom's fault.
- Well, do you think I don't know that?

I made a promise to his mother.
He'll understand one day, God help me.

When it comes to Roland,
apparently Nerida records everything.

Which is lucky because we
came up empty on a guest list again.

Nah, this is better.

There's just one more thing
I need to check.

If it's in Nerida's office, I
don't think I can go back there.

No, no. Somewhere else.

But I think we might be under-dressed.

This isn't what I thought
you meant by under-dressed.

OK, now get ready. And if anyone
sees us, try to act inconspicuous.

I don't like this.

Just relax, would ya? If
they smell fear, they'll go for you.

Ugh. What do we― Whoa!

What-what are we looking for again?

Ooh. This.

You see, at the beginning
of an extraction,

they use a low-voltage
electrical plate to attract the bees.

It's something to do with pheromones.

And then when the bee lands

on the plate

with a low current, its natural
inclination is to deposit bee venom.

Hi, Nerida! Hi, Roland!

Nice day for it.

Clearly, Ms Crowe,
you're not an active listener.

Madison? What
are you doing here?

Long story.
- Oh yeah, but a good one.

It's about a nasty man buying off his
son's fiancees, threatening them with NDAs.

We know that you couldn't stand Leah,
and Thom will testify to that.

We also know that the
EpiPen, the one that you insisted

on holding before the
wedding, was tampered with.

This is ridiculous.

And we know about the call you made
to Nerida, the day before the wedding.

Something about a promise
you made to your wife

and Nerida saying it'll
all be over in 24 hours.

Alexa, please stop.

And the bee.

Yes, the bee that was
in Leah's bouquet looks

identical to the ones you
keep at Bletchley House.

- Oh, you're finished.
- Yeah. Yeah. - Huh.

Yes, I paid off those women, for their
own good as much as anything else.

My son's life is a
train wreck, and I didn't

want him dragging
some poor girl down,

so I offered them each a fortune,
which they all took.

- Except for Leah.
- So how to get rid of her, eh?

I had no idea the EpiPen
had been tampered with.

And my phone call with Nerida?

I was telling Roland the
wedding would be over in 24 hours.

He mentioned
you having cold feet.

Because this is the fifth Thom
Coney wedding I've been booked for.

Word was getting around
that I was a jinx.

And as for my bees ―
they're Meliponina.

A native,

stingless species.

I was acting on a hunch ―
a hunch that ruled out Roland Coney.

- It's OK to make mistakes sometimes.
- It wasn't a mistake.

Oh. Hey.

It's a message from your bee guy.

- You have a bee guy?
- He's not my bee guy.

OK, Roland was correct. The bee that
I found and the bee in Leah's bouquet

were indeed a stingless variety.
But wait, there's more.

'The venom is most likely
from a species like Apis mellifera.

'The average lethal
dose of the venom to a

human is about 2.8mg
per kilo of body weight.

'But Leah's reading was
8mg - more than double that.'

Whoa.

How does he explain that?
- He can't.

She's coming.

Oh, look. The bridal party.

Look, before you kick us out,

we just wanted to apologise for
lying to you and for wasting your time.

And now what? You don't believe I'm
capable of being an accessory to murder?

Thank you very much
You're so welcome.

What do you want?

A guest list and the seating chart
for the Coney wedding ceremony.

Not happening.

Look, we know that you had
nothing to do with Leah's death,

but I've watched the
wedding video, and one of

the guests was filming
the ceremony on a mobile.

If we know who, we might be able
to work out what really happened.

Please. For Thom. He doesn't
deserve any of this. You know that.

We did it!

The ultimate wedding footage
― we finally got it.

How did you do that?

Nerida was feeling helpful,
and our mystery hand belongs to...

Thom's 13-year-old cousin Elton.

Who was perving on
some fitness influencer

he recognised in the third row and
accidentally filmed the whole thing.

- And he just gave it to you?
- - She offered him 50 bucks.

Yeah, um... how does
that work, by the way?

Do I just invoice Harry
or... Wait, do I need a receipt?

I dunno.

Nice camerawork, Elton.

No, there she is. There's Leah.

Look.

Is Cat wiping her sweat?

Leah does not look well.

I thought Cat's statement said that Leah
was fine, that she had zero symptoms.

Yeah, it did.

Dang, I wish we could hear
what she was saying to Leah.

Oh, she said, 'It's just nerves,
you're going to be fine.

'Take a deep breath and lean
on Roland if you're shaking.'

Oh, my cousin's deaf. He taught
me how to lip-read when we were little.

Boom.

Oh my god. Help! Help!

Who are you really, Cat?

Oh, not you. The other one.

Who rang the doorbell?

Delivery for you.

Sorry, Thom.

- Hello.
- Oh, this is a terrible time.

Oh, I know. I just came to thank
you so much for the beautiful flowers.

Oh. They were from Thom,
not us, but you're welcome.

Blue roses.

Where does that
idea even come from?

I can get Jada to send
you our PR kit. It's all in there.

No, no. Just the elevator pitch,
please. Then I'll leave you alone.

Fine. Leah and I were working
for this florist. Total nightmare.

We dreamed of starting
our own fusion floral

brand, 100%
female-owned and operated.

That sounds cool.

One weekend, we're working on an
installation for a friend's wedding

when Leah mixes in
a Persian palette by accident.

Oh. Well that is where
the blue came from.

One of the guests
flipped out, said she'd hire

us for her wedding
and it took off from there.

We went out on our own, and I used my life
savings to get us through the first month.

No idea how we survived,
but we did. And now...

Here you are.

Hey, did Thom entering
the equation change anything?

Not at all.

Leah didn't want the Coneys
involved in our work.

Cat, the courier needs you.

And there's an issue
with the Riley order.

Thanks.

Gosh, pretty soon you're gonna
need an assistant all of your own.

So Cat says everything's
going great.

I have suppliers
threatening us on social

media, and I haven't
been paid in two months.

- No!
- I'm only telling you this because...

I'm quitting.

She keeps promising that
everything's going to be OK,

but she's been saying that
since even before Leah...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Please don't tell Cat.
- No, no, no. I won't say a word.

Uh, it's just that bouquet...

Um... Was that Leah's own wedding
bouquet? The very one?

Cat had it preserved
in silica gel for memory's sake.

I hate it being there. Makes me
feel even guiltier about leaving.

Jada. Some help loading
the van would be good.

Hey, Mads. Get me a list
of all the organic chemists

and labs operating
commercially in the city,

especially ones who could
make injectables for flowers.

Hello!

Jada from Bloem. It's so nice
to finally meet you in person.

Yeah, you too, Jada.

So we're having some major
computer issues down at Bloem,

and Cat wanted me to grab
a hard copy of our account.

Like, orders, outstanding
invoices, that sort of thing.

Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

- Good news. The money came through.
- 'Scuse me?

Your outstanding invoices.
Paid in full this morning.

Wonderful.

Smashing.

- Oh, another one?
- Suddenly we're a hen's party destination.

- Are you taking off your shirt, Reuben?
- Eh? No.

They come for the excellent
coffee and the nice view.

Oh, you mean
the harbour. Right.

- So your hunch was right.
- 'Course it was. Which?

Cat van Kooten
is actually Catherine Johns.

A high school dropout with a
surprisingly colourful petty crime record.

When did she change her name?

Around the same time she met
Leah. I guess she wanted a fresh start.

I found a bunch of social pages with
her, Leah, and a bunch with Talulah Wells.

And Bloem... Bloem's been
having a rocky few months...

paying IP lawyers for
patents, suppliers from

Extragenics. They're
in the red over 200K.

Not any more. These invoices
were paid in full this morning.

How? Cat's also
in massive personal debt.

Ouch.

Yeah. I can't see where she
could've found a spare 200K.

I think I might have an idea.

Thom? Alexa. Can we talk?

Roland.

Is everything all right?

The ambulance officer said
he was unresponsive when they found him.

30 more minutes...

I'm so sorry, Roland. That
must have been horrible.

You have nothing to apologise for.

None of that matters now.

- See you tomorrow.
- Oh, thank you. Thanks, Stephanie.

Talulah.
Stephanie was number four.

Oh, sorry. Thanks...

- Talulah. - Talulah.
- Number three.

Well, so many fiancees,
it's hard to keep up.

The promise I made my
wife is to make sure that Thom

found someone who wasn't
just there for his money.

So I overreacted.

Like I always do.

Every woman he brought home,
I saw as an enemy.

What kind of father―?

Ah, why was it so hard for me to believe
that someone could love him just for him?

You're not the only overprotective
parent to make a bad call.

- I love my son, Alexa.
- 'Course you do.

All I ever wanted was
for him to have what I had.

For him to meet someone
as special as my June.

I think he finally had.

I'm going to rehab.

It's about time.

Talulah said she'd help.

That's good, Thom.

I just...

I miss Leah so much.

Be honest with me.

Have you ever met a guy in his 30s
so desperate to make it down the aisle?

It's pathetic.

There were four people
at my wedding.

There was my husband and me, of course,
and two friends from police college.

They were the witnesses.

And my dress was purple cos I didn't
own white and I couldn't afford one.

And our reception
was takeaway Chinese.

And the first dance
was in the car park while

a Datsun car stereo
played Crowded House.

That was still one of
the best days of my life.

There's nothing wrong with you, Thom.

You're gonna be all right.

Dad said you had some questions.

Oh, yes. Just one.

Why did you give
Cat van 'Wooten' $200,000?

What are you doing in my st―

Is that Leah's bouquet?

Do you have any idea
how disrespectful that is?

Now should you really
be lecturing anyone

about disrespecting Leah's memory
when you're the one who killed her?

I'm sorry?

This business has really
been struggling, hasn't it?

I mean, I've seen your
accounts. It must have been

so frustrating for you
to watch it slowly failing.

Unable to get a loan because
of that pesky criminal record.

All small
businesses struggle, at least initially.

Yes, but you were drowning.

And then one day, as
luck would have it, you

ran into your old
friend Talulah Wells...

before she got sober.

And she was blabbing
about how Roland liked to pay

off Thom's girlfriends as
soon as things got serious.

You know, there's quite a resemblance
between Talulah and Leah, isn't there?

You knew he had a type.

So you set up that
little meet-cute for them.

You know. Thom and Leah
would have a bit of fun

and then Roland would
pay enough money to keep

the doors at Bloem open
and no one would get hurt.

Oh come on.

But then that sweet
little Leah - she fell in love.

Yeah. And then not only does
she not want Roland's payoff,

she doesn't want any money
from the Coneys at all.

She wants to prove that
what she and Thom had was real.

So your partnership, this business,
she'd give it all away for him.

Have you met Thom? You
seriously think he's worth all that?

No. But Leah did.

And so you waited until
the night before the wedding

and you tampered with her EpiPen.

And after you and Jada
had checked the bouquets,

you used a little bit of dextrin to hide a
bee from Roland's estate in her bouquet.

This bouquet.

No, Thom said
the police aren't sure anymore

if Leah was even stung by a bee, so I
don't know what you're talking about.

She wasn't.
That was you too, wasn't it?

Yeah.

You were very careful not to prune all
of the thorns in your famous blue roses,

cos those things can
cut you up, can't they?

And then you painted
the stems with apitoxin.

That's bee venom to the layperson.

And you could tell that
Leah had been scratched

by a poisoned thorn
before the ceremony began.

But you encouraged her to carry on.

And then you just waited
for the bee venom to do its work.

You're insane. How would I know
anything about apitoxin or dex-whatever?

Well, according to these,
you ordered both of those products

from Extragenics
in the last three months.

So now Leah's dead.

And you go to Thom with your sob
story about how Bloem was Leah's dream

and if he would only
invest a little money ―

say... $200,000 ―

he could keep a piece
of his fiancee alive.

The fiancee that you murdered.

Am I supposed to feel bad
for the Coneys?

- Thom is heartbroken, Cat.
- So?!

He'll just move on to
the next girl by the weekend.

I told her ― 'At least let me
ask Thom for a loan or to invest.'

She said it would make
her seem like a gold digger.

So much for taking down the
patriarchy. Women working together.

She chose him over our business.

Our friendship.

So you killed her...

For money.

Let's not pretend this has anything
to do with female empowerment.

Nice catch.

Man, no more hen's parties ever.

I mean, you were right. They weren't
coming here for the sourdough.

Well, those women don't
know what they're missing.

- I'd like to propose...
- Ugh.

A toast to a much-needed
break from any more wedding talk.

Hear, hear.

Oh, actually...

Until Madison has her
under-the-sea-themed wedding.

Ooh.

- Eh? What, are you...
- No. But if I ever do have a wedding,

it'll involve 200 cousins coming
over, so maybe I'll just elope.

You only got 200 cousins?

- - Why, how many have you got?
- Maybe... Well, on one side...

♪ I don't pretend
to know what you want.

♪ When you come around
and spin my top.

♪ Time and again.

♪ No fire where I lit my spark.

♪ I am not afraid of the dark.

♪ Where your words devour my heart...

♪ and put me to shame,
put me to shame.

♪ When your seven worlds collide.

♪ Whenever I'm by your side.

♪ And dust from a distant sun..

♪ Will shower over everyone. ♪

Death by drowning.
They found water in his lungs.

Also traces of flour.

The guy probably snorted it
up his nose somewhere else.

What did you do? Slug him
with a rolling pin?

I was happy Josh was dead.

You're not supposed
to do the interviews.

I am the seasoned detective.

Is this about bread or did
someone murder someone?

Do me a favour, would you?

- Oh my God, you're gonna kill him!
- What the hell are you doing?!

Through a PayPal
account registered to―

- Josh Boyer.
- Will you stop doing that?

I can't. I'm a seasoned detective.