All language subtitles for Mr And Mrs Murder s01e12 Zootopia.eng

Reg!

Hey, Reg!

Mail for the cheetah crew.

- Thank you.
- Is Glen here?

Do you see me in there?
How should I know?

Gee, you can be a touchy bastard
sometimes.

- Me?
- Yeah.

I'm just wondering
if you'd spoken to him,

that's all.

Shit.

Oh, shit!

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- Large animals roaming about.
- Mmm.

- Why is it we never come here?
- Yeah.

Vervet monkeys and rhinos.

Do you know the hippo
breaks wind through its mouth?

So you should never invite one over
for dinner.

- See, I'll take note of that.
- Yeah. Yeah.

And I'll just ask you a few more
questions. Excuse me.

Peter, hi.

Thanks for the recommendation
again.

Yes, a very thoughtful
birthday present.

- Thank you, Peter.
- Oh, is it your birthday?

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- It's tomorrow.

It's Charlie's birthday tomorrow.

Don't tell anybody 'cause
I want it to be a surprise.

What's going on?

Are they taking Nakatindi?

Because they can't do that.

- She belongs here.
- Don't worry.

Nobody's taking your cheetah.

Then who are they?

Oh, they're the cleaners.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Was it an animal attack?

No.
And it wasn't a suicide.

Unless he hit himself
in the back of his own head.

- With a shovel.
- How did you know that?

The shovel you took
as evidence.

- 'He' - you said 'he'. He who?
- One of the cheetah keepers.

He's Glen.

He was my best,
my star big cat keeper.

This is Larry, the head keeper here
at Maabade.

I'm so sorry.
This must be terrible.

Yeah, it's a disaster.
It's disastrous.

An intra-cranial bleed

brought on by the shovel blow
to the head, yeah?

That's nasty.

Nakatindi is your cheetah?

Yeah, Glen was going to
accompany her to Zambia

for a breeding program.

He'd got a very prestigious
scholarship.

You just don't expect
someone to be...

Larry, we're going to
put this area right.

We're losing money every second
the zoo's closed, you know?

Gotta pay this cleaning bill.
I could get a hose.

I could just clean
this whole mess

and wash it down the drain.

I know it seems expensive,

but our processes will remove
every contaminant.

And you'll avoid a fine
from Environmental Protection.

We've explained that.

Larry, just a few more questions,
then you can open the park, OK?

Giraffes, on the other hand,
only sleep five minutes a day.

- Charlie...
- Imagine what they'd accomplish

if they put their minds to it.

Charlie, look at that.

That's out of place
in a cheetah cage.

Agreed.

Maybe it was carried
on the flow of blood.

Yeah, we'd better bag it
for Peter.

Yeah, he'd like that.

Someone killed him.

He's sitting in here
with his cheetah,

looking forward to his trip
to Zambia

and someone came up behind him
and...

..someone killed him.

No, I reckon
this guy's a non-payer.

That's why we should give him
the invoice in person.

Hello.

Oh, no, Charlie,

he's going to pay.

He won't be able to help himself.
Look at this office.

Every 'I' dotted
and every 'T' crossed.

Hello.

Ooh, look at these.

Oh, wow.

Beautiful.

Someone's got a very keen eye.

Ooh, Charlie.

- Tours, Charlie.
- Mmm.

I had no idea
how much you loved zoos.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Ever since I was a little boy.

Big fan of 'Daktari', which, as you
know, is Swahili for 'doctor'.

I remember 'Daktari'.

There was Clarence
the cross-eyed lion.

Yeah, with the glasses
to correct his vision.

- Yeah.
- And there was Judy.

I used to have this great book,
a book of the series,

and it was really interesting
'cause the front had a tiger

and a lion on the back,
which was really odd

because they don't inhabit
the same continent.

- Yet they were on the same book.
- Kooky.

- It doesn't make any sense.
- No.

Well, looks like
you're my only guests.

G'day, I'm Lorcan.
I'm your tour guide for today.

- How are you?
- Hello.

Just a few things
before we get started.

Please refrain from littering

and just keep your limbs in
at all times.

- Sure.
- We should be good.

Absolutely.

Tigers, though,

completely different kettle
of fish.

They have a, uh... pulse sensor
in their canine teeth.

Well, that I did not know.

Yeah, that's why they keep
grabbing your neck,

see if you're still alive.

You know a lot more
than the average visitor.

- You a zoologist?
- Well, I'm half a zoologist.

- I did two semesters.
- We're cleaners.

- Trauma cleaners.
- Yeah.

Oh, you were here about Glen.

- Yeah.
- Shocking.

I was there, you know.
We... we found him.

Must have been awful.

Larry said
he was the star keeper.

That he was.

About the only good thing
you could say about him.

I'm sure his wife
or his girlfriend...

Marie?
Oh, they split up a week ago.

Right. Does she work
at the zoo as well?

- Yeah, she's a hippo keeper.
- Oh, hippos.

Do you know it's very interesting
about hippos -

they break wind
through their mouths...

Why was that, do you think?
Someone else in the picture?

- Or...
- Not that I've heard.

I know Stephan
wouldn't mind a try,

but he's stuck in the whole friend
zone, the poor bastard.

- Stephan?
- Yeah, the other hippo keeper.

Glen was pretty bitter
about the whole thing.

Hey!

Oh!

Bloody tourists!

They'll throw anything
off the tour bus.

Now, what if an animal
swallowed this plastic?

- Or the cigarettes inside?
- Yeah.

Well, nicotine addiction's
a terrible thing.

It's the last thing
an elephant needs.

What's that over there?

That's our sleepover safari
experience.

It's one of our main attractions.
It's fantastic.

- It wasn't me.
- We just need to ask you

- a few questions.
- You are out of your mind.

You people,
you are out of your mind!

- He doesn't seem happy.
- You wouldn't be happy either

if you'd left a bloodstained shirt
in your locker

which matches
the victim's blood group.

Glen. Can we say 'Glen',
not "the victim"?

Ah, Reg had Glen's blood
on his shirt

and every reason in the world
to want Glen dead.

- You see, Reg...
- Reg is from Zambia

and he wanted to go back home
with the cheetah.

Oh, sorry, Peter. You wanted
to tell us that, didn't you?

As you were.

Glen was headed to Zambia
with the cheetah.

Reg thought the job
was rightfully his.

Yeah.

We're taking him in
for questioning.

I reckon we've got our guy.

- Hmm.
- I don't think...

Reg.

It's never the first guy
you think it is.

That's true. Who's the first guy
we think it is?

No, it can't be him.

Not today, Stephan, please.

Three staff -
I'm three staff down

and Marie thinks
that this is the time

- to visit her grandmother?
- I know.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm going to call her.

Ah, she said she'll be
out of range.

This is not the time
to be playing

Little Red Riding Hood.

- Yes?
- Hi.

Ah, this is just our invoice.

Are you alright?

- Migraine.
- Oh.

Of course
I can't find my tablets.

This could be the back
of a tablet blister.

- Could be.
- Larry's migraine tablets.

He could have taken one in
the cheetah bay waiting for Glen.

Though he did genuinely seem
not to know where his tablets were.

Adrenaline. You might forget
if you'd just killed someone.

Yeah, but could Larry,
being such an obsesso,

leave a dead, bleeding, messy body
on the ground like that?

Hmm.

Hmm, he's leaving early.

- Wonder if his boss knows.
- Charlie.

- I know what you're gonna say.
- We have to follow him.

I was right.

What do you see?

Heritage colours,
birds of paradise.

Kinda girlie.

Not his house?

No, but he has been here before.

It's Marie's house,
Glen's disappearing ex.

We have to go in there.

Well, he just might be watering
the plants while she's away.

Oh, come on, he left work
to water her plants?

- OK, house inspection.
- Absolutely not.

- Yours.
- No, no, no, no.

- Mine.
- No, no, no, no, no.

- Shamone!
- Ohh!

Dirty dishes in the sink.

Yes.

- Hey, what are you doing?
- What?

This could be a crime scene.

In fact, it is a crime scene -
we're breaking and entering.

- Yeah, but it's us so it's OK.
- Oh, good.

I'll mention that to the judge.

She certainly likes hippos.

Mmm.

What was Stephan doing here?

He supposedly knew that Marie was
away at her grandmother's,

but he knocked at the door like
he thought she might be home.

Mmm.

OK, missing shampoo, conditioner.

- Mm-hm.
- Mm-hm.

Missing toiletries.

Well, she packed before she went
to her grandmother's.

Yeah, but she's taken her toner
and her moisturiser

and she's left behind
her cleanser.

What woman leaves
without taking her cleanser?

Right.

- Contraceptives.
- Once a day, every day.

Why would she leave these behind?

Well, she's going
to her grandmother's.

She's not bringing a guy back
to her grandmother's -

it'd be unseemly and rude,

and chenille bedspread
and motifed cushions

and ceramic clown with a cactus
and...

Alright, well, OK, no,
she packed in a hurry.

On the same night that Glen,
her ex-boyfriend, was murdered.

- Yeah.
- No.

There's something else
going on here, Charlie.

Something awful.

Migraine tablets?
Mm-hm.

Larry's. Bet you any money.

You know, I'd be quite happy
to come into the station.

I like to get out
of the office.

You don't want anyone thinking
you're getting help from us.

I pretend I have a social life.

Charlie and I followed
hippo keeper Stephan

to hippo keeper Marie's house.

- Hippo keeper Marie's house?
- Yeah, Glen's ex-girlfriend.

- Which you found out...
- From Lorcan, the tour guide.

But the point is,
Glen didn't take the break-up well

and Marie had left in a hurry.

I mean, her things
were packed like...

Like what?

Well, like a man
would pack for a woman.

No. Nic, the shirt we found
in Reg's locker

had Glen's blood on it.

Don't you think
it's too coincidental

that Glen's ex disappears
without telling anyone

except for one guy?

And even he had to knock
on the door.

- Seriously.
- Hello, Pete.

- Hi, Jess.
- How are you?

- Nice to see you.
- Charlie.

Yeah. Yeah. Hey, would you like
to stay for dinner?

I don't think I bought enough

but we could probably
thaw some sausages...

No. No. Thank you, thank you.

- Ah, I'll check it out.
- OK.

And do I need to know
how you got into the house?

We had a key.

Do you know left-handed scissors
were banned in 16th-century Salem?

- Too witchy?
- Apparently.

Hmm.

Want to shoot some hoops?

Oh, sorry, sweetie,
we just have to finish this.

What are you doing?

A little bit of art,
little bit of craft.

Is this about the murder?

Maybe.

And that's the guy
who died, yeah?

Yes, I'm afraid so.
That's Glen.

And this is the missing lady,
Marie,

whose house we broke into.

I thought you told Peter
you had a key?

Oh...

Well, we... we had a key
when we opened the door.

Uh. But you didn't have permission
to use said key.

- She's onto us.
- She's good.

Well, so who do you reckon
did it?

Well, who do YOU reckon did it?

- Him.
- Oh, Lorcan. Tour guide.

- Interesting.
- Why?

He's too smiley. You can tell
he's trying to hide something.

Although this guy looks like
a total psycho.

Ah, Larry.
Fastidious zoo keeper.

Mmm, you're right.
He does look like a total psycho.

But this is the guy
they arrested, Reg.

You know why?

'Cause they found
the victim's bloodied shirt

- concealed in his locker.
- Oh, there's no way he did it.

- He's got kind eyes.
- No, no, no, no, Jess.

You can't tell by
just looking at someone.

You know, charm
is the most lethal arrow

in a murderer's quiver.

- Oh, that's good.
- Oh, thank you.

- It's going in the novel.
- Well, it should.

So what are you saying?
I should avoid charming men?

- Yes, we are.
- Absolutely.

- Yeah, great.
- Mind you,

people who look like murderers
are often not murderers.

You shouldn't go out with

anyone who looks like
a murderer either.

- No, absolutely not.
- Just to be on the safe side.

Well, then it was him.

Ah! Stephan, in love
with missing Marie.

Why?

'Cause he's too normal-looking.

Oh, Jessica.

Dear sweet, innocent Jessica.

You know, there's no such thing
as normal.

Normal is just the average between
all the weird people in the world

and all the boring people
in the world.

Normal people
don't actually exist.

- Yeah, not in this house.
- Hmm?

OK, what say I go and put
the hoop up

and we, uh...
we shoot a few outside Js?

- See you there, hon.
- Righto.

Oh, and not too late, Jess,

'cause we've got
a very big day tomorrow.

Happy birthday to me.

Remember Larry lost
his migraine tablets?

What if it was Glen
who took one?

Hello.

What if Glen got hit
on the head,

passed out,
then later on he came to?

And he mightn't have known
who hit him but his head hurt,

- so he took a tablet.
- It's my birthdate.

He didn't go for help,
he went for painkillers.

It's not the action of a man
who thinks he'll die.

Today.

Well, maybe Marie
was involved somehow.

You know, maybe they argued,
she hit him and she took off.

You're forgetting, though, that
somebody else packed for Marie.

- Well, maybe.
- Yes.

- Exactly.
- Mmm.

Surprise.

Hello. What's all this?

It's a present.
It's your birthday.

- Oh!
- Happy birthday.

Thank you. Oh, really?
I'd completely forgotten.

Happy birthday, Uncle Chuckles.

Yeah, that's never going to
catch on.

What have we got here?

- Oh, wow.
- This is from her.

Well, it's from us.

Three tickets for
the Maabade Overnight Safari.

Ohh.

Thank you.

- Jess, this...
- And a card.

Three tickets?

Yeah, one for each of us.

Oh, right.

Well, you texted saying,
"Get us tickets."

- Why, did I do something wrong?
- No.

No. That's good. Thank you.

So, what's next?

Birthday breakfast?

Um... birthday brunch?

Wow.

He's a beauty.

He's a she. And she's pregnant.

Do you look after
all these guys yourself?

There's usually another keeper.

Oh, uh... is it Marie?

Yeah.

She's the one who was going out
with the man who died.

I'm one of the cleaners
from yesterday.

Right.

She wasn't going out with Glen.

- Oh.
- They'd broken up.

- Why?
- How should I know?

He was always at her
to quit smoking,

but somehow I doubt
that was the reason.

Well, it must be a relief, though,
that she's not here.

Why?

Well, just if her ex-boyfriend
was killed, can you imagine Marie being around for that?

And where's Marie?

At her grandmother's.

That's where she said
she was going.

- Oh, so you spoke to her?
- She phoned me.

You OK?

Yeah.

It's just... they've got
the guy, haven't they?

Reg? I heard they found
Glen's blood on Reg's shirt.

Must be awful to think

that you were working with someone
who could do that.

I don't know.

Look, I don't know
where Marie is.

I said I did, but I don't.

I think she's done a runner.

There's something else,
isn't there?

I know how Glen's blood
got on Reg's shirt.

I saw the whole thing.

Glen was giving Reg shit
about a scholarship in Africa.

Reg punched him in the face
and his nose bled.

Now, that was days ago.

And now Marie's missing.

Nice one.

How was your talk
with hippo boy?

Oh, I was doing
the good cop routine,

but you weren't there
to play bad cop.

Well, I am Simon
to your Garfunkel.

Yeah.

I couldn't tell
if he was telling the truth

or if he was a really good liar.

And both options scare me.

Does this allay your fears,
my dear?

OK, if you're dressing up

then so am I.

- Peter.
- I'm at the airport.

I'm not sure how you did it,
but you did it again.

Your little chat with Stephan?

He confessed
he made up Marie's alibi.

Really? Well, not wearing
a uniform has its advantages.

No matter how you're dressed,
people'll drop their guard for you.

You'll get all the credit
when it comes together.

Ah, it's a win-win.

Just leave me
a clean chain of evidence.

Of course. We always do.

What are you doing
at the airport?

Oh, new life, new country.

Oh, we found Marie's car.
It's been abandoned.

Really?

Does that mean
you're releasing Reg?

Yeah. Well, you know,
pending further investigation.

OK, thanks. 'Bye.

Too much?

Your husband's costume
is very interesting.

Oh, I know.

I tried to talk him out of it,
but it's his birthday.

The British colonial enterprise
in Africa

may seem charming to him,
but to an African...

Oh, of course. I'm so sorry.

Birthday boy, I'm telling you this
because I love you.

You're going to have to
lose the hat.

No, no, no. Because if I had
more time, I could do that.

- Mind you, it's only a hunch.
- What hunch?

Stochastic analysis
of animal herd movement.

In a limited space
like this enclosure,

animals follow
certain trajectories

and patterns form as to
where an animal might go

from, say, here to here.

Now, those trajectories depend on
any number of variables, like...

- Long story short, sweetie.
- Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry, darling.

You see that path down there

where the animals
would normally go,

from the waterhole to the field?

But they're avoiding it. Why?

Yeah!

Fantastic, guys! Fantastic!

- Start a bit closer.
- Alright, next part.

Cover for us.

Yeah? We're just...

OK.

Don't feel like dancing?

Oh, you don't have to
take pity on me.

Where have your friends gone?

Oh, they wanted
some romantic time, so...

- Charlie?
- Hmm?

I'm not sure
this is such a great idea.

There are tusks and horns
on the loose here.

Well, they're attached
to animals, so don't worry.

We'll hear the thunder of hooves
first.

- Ooh.
- Charlie?

Nic, look.

- Boot print.
- Ohh.

- Drag marks.
- Mm-hm.

- Oh, no.
- Nic, wait.

No.

Someone's buried here.

OK, everyone, back to
Safari Lodge, please. Come on.

This way, come.

We need some more tape
over there.

- Peter?
- She's been strangled.

Poor Marie.

We'll need to rethink
the whole case.

It's a double homicide now.

You know, burying Marie
here was desperate.

- It was spur of the moment.
- Mmm.

OK, assuming it was
a crime of passion,

that points to Stephan, right?

Why bury one body
and not the other one?

And then, what did he do,
he went to Marie's house,

packed up her things,
dumped her car,

then why go back the next day?

Or maybe Stephan
was covering his tracks.

We're going to need
to pull him in.

What's going on?

It's Marie.

Oh, no, not Marie.

I want to go home now.

Yeah.

OK, OK, OK.

Alright, OK,
possibilities, alright?

OK, I'm the killer, alright?

I whack Glen with the shovel.

Marie walks in.

- Walk in, Marie.
- I know.

Alright, alright. The jig's up.

Desperate, I strangle Marie.

- I'm strangling you.
- Yeah, I'm being strangled.

Yeah. Lifeless,
she falls to the floor.

- I'm not doing it.
- Oh.

Alright, well, I grab the shovel
and I bury Marie.

Everybody with me so far?

That's good.

- OK, alternative scenario.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What if Marie
is the primary kill?

So the killer
strangles Marie...

- Sure, alright.
- ..gets surprised by Glen.

The killer bashes Glen
over the head with a shovel.

Oh! Hey, I'm Marie.

Oh, sorry. Yeah, that's right.

It makes sense
to bury Marie first

because she's lighter
than Glen,

easier to transport to
the paddock, quicker to bury.

I just can't figure out why
the killer would only bury Marie.

To frame her? To make it look
as though she killed Glen?

Are you done with me?

- Ah, nah, nah, nah, nah...
- Ah, alright, alright, alright.

- I'm Stephan, OK?
- Mm-hm.

I hate Glen -
I hate him with his talent

and his scholarship to Africa

and the fact that
Marie loves him and not me.

- But Marie?
- Marie, alright.

Well, they've been working
a long time together.

Maybe he was attracted to her,

maybe he put his hand on her knee
and she rejected him.

Hmm...
Mmm, just not quite buying it.

No, no, no, no. We've missed
something, haven't we?

We're missing something.

Must get that something.

- Reg. Hi.
- Hello, Nicola.

- Helmet head.
- Hi, Reg.

We need a follow-up
from the clean.

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
- A crime scene scan.

Probe.

For residual bacterioids.

- A scan probe?
- Mmm.

Quick swish.
Won't take a second.

Is that a scan or a probe?

Oh, it's a dual purpose.

Hey, now, Nakatindi
was a pretty big deal

in the Zambian independence
movement, yes?

- Yes.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, Reg, let me ask you this,

was there a wheelie bin
or a wheelbarrow here?

- No.
- No?

Really?

I was sure there was.

That's the bin.

Yes, it is.
Yeah, that's the bin. Yeah.

So, what was that
about the bins before?

There was nothing in there
that could've been used to take the body out to the range.

- What do you make of that?
- I don't know. Don't know yet.

What do I say if
the tourists ask any questions?

Tell them
you don't know anything

and get on with the tour.

I've got enough going on
with the papers

wanting public comments
about the deaths.

- Hi.
- What now?

Thanks, Lorcan.

Oh, I am so sorry to be putting
this on top of everything else,

but last night

I think I lost my watch
out on the paddock.

- It's an anniversary present.
- An anniversary present.

It means so much to me
and I just...

..I wondered
if we might be able

to just pop out
and take a quick look.

I'm just...
I'm lost without it.

Charlie?

Who took these?

I did. Why?

They're beautiful.

These fences, though,
they've, um...

..they've been replaced since
these pictures were taken, yeah?

Yeah. Another problem solved
at great expense.

Problem?

Missing animals.

Two years of publicity
we didn't need.

A baby antelope -
I think a dog took that.

A serval, meerkat.
They're worth a fortune.

Although that's not what
worries me.

It's what happens to them
out there

without someone who knows...

You alright, Lorcan?

Yeah, I...

So who took them?

Who knows? Thieves, drunks,
teenagers on a dare.

We lost an African hunting dog
once.

I found it on a farm.

And I had to pay
for the chickens.

Oh. Yeah, I'll get someone
to look for your watch.

Thanks.

Had to be someone strong
to take her out there.

Maybe they planned
to dig her up later

and take her somewhere else.

Hang on a moment.

Yes?

No. No. No, no. No.

No, it's a ridiculous idea.
No, stupid.

Sorry, no. As you were.

But why bury just her?

Shame.

Maybe the killer cared
about Marie

and that's why they
hid the crime from sight.

Maybe.

Someone that cared about Marie.

Just takes us back to Stephan.

Mmm.

Oh, Charlie...

..I just keep seeing her hand.

We are going to figure this out.

I'm absolutely positive
about that.

Really?

Let's work on it while we sleep.

Everything's going to be fine.

It's just the battery.

- Make it stop.
- Yeah, OK.

Make it stop.

Nic! Nic!

Nic, Nic. Nic, Nic, Nic, Nic!

Nic, Nic, there's a fire.
There's a fire. Come on, up.

- Jess!
- Up, up.

- Jess! Ohh!
- OK, evac protocol.

Everybody out
through the laundry.

No, no, Charlie, there's stuff
we've gotta get out first.

- What? What?
- My... my laptop.

- Oh, no, no.
- It's got my novel on it.

- No... Alright, where is it?
- Um, study. Study.

Study. Alright, OK, hurry. Hurry!

Well, it's the hard drive
and data storage!

Yeah, I know.
What about online data storage?

- Remember we talked about that?
- Yeah, no, I don't trust it.

- Call the fire brigade!
- Yeah, right. Right.

Jess! Jess!

- Jess!
- Jess!

I heard on the wire.
You guys alright?

We're fine. Thanks.

Angelo. Mate, what happened?

It's just the door, the hallway and
some smoke damage to the ceiling.

Yeah, I know. It's just...

You know, it's our home.

What happened?

This fire was deliberately lit.

So someone's trying to hurt us?

Yeah, someone's trying to... No.

Look, if you've got something against me,
fine, but don't come after my niece.

No, I'm OK.

So it had to be someone
from the zoo.

Could have followed us home.

Reg, Lorcan, Larry -

they all saw us there today.

Any one of them could've twigged
we were sussing out the joint.

Well, at least we know it wasn't Stephan
because he's in custody, right?

Ah, he was.

We couldn't connect him
to either death

other than making up an alibi
for Marie.

Well, he has a reason
to hurt us.

We don't actually know
anything about the murders.

Look, don't stay here tonight.

Take a hotel.
Better yet, stay at my place.

You too, Charlie.

Great, I can come too.
That's very generous of him.

Look, it's nearly morning. I just
wanna sleep in my own bed.

Goodnight.

- 'Night.
- 'Night, sweetie.

So I picked you up
and I carried you to the grave.

- Can we do less carrying?
- Nuh, uh, uh, uh.

You're supposed to be dead.
No talking.

- Everything OK?
- Hi, darling.

- Hello.
- Jess is being Marie.

Oh, OK. Who are you being?

- I don't know yet.
- Can I come down now?

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.

Who am I? Who am I?

Who am I?

That's it.

That's it!

- Darling...
- Mmm?

Call that guy I don't like, ask him
what was in Glen's pockets.

- Why?
- Ah, don't jinx it.

OK.

- Peter.
- Nicola.

- Is something else on fire?
- No. No.

But Charlie wants to know
what was in Glen's pockets

- when his body was found.
- Why?

No, no, don't tell me.
I'll call you back in five.

- He's calling back in five.
- Come, come, come, come, come!

OK, the order in which
the bodies were discovered.

- First Glen, then Marie.
- Yes.

Now, we've been thinking
which of these four

- killed Glen and Marie.
- Yes.

The same person
who tried to kill us last night.

- Yes.
- We've been on the wrong track.

It's all about the cigarettes.

The ones that Lorcan found
on the zoo range.

Mm-hm, they were in the path

between the cheetah bay
and the gravesite.

Remember that big ashtray we saw
at Marie's house?

Cigarette packet fell out
of Marie's pocket

when she was being carried
to her grave.

Mm-hm. Now, Jess, one more time.

- Oh, no, thanks.
- OK, OK, one-man show.

Marie and Glen
are in the cheetah bay, alright?

They fight, Glen attacks Marie,
Marie defends herself.

Picks up a shovel, whacks Glen,

sending him sideways,
doesn't kill him.

He puts his hands
around her throat,

"I'm going to kill you,
I'm going to kill you."

"Oh, my God,
I've just killed her."

Hoicks her over his shoulder,

takes her out to the range
to bury her.

But here's the thing.

Glen's injured, OK,

so he's staggering
as he's carrying Marie.

He dislodges the cigarettes,
they fall to the ground.

He buries Marie

and he comes back
to the cheetah bay?

His head's killing him.

But the haemorrhage
is internal.

He doesn't know
that he's dying,

but he knows that Larry has
migraine tablets in his office

so he goes to Larry's office...

- Mm-hm.
- ..takes the tablets,

comes back to the cheetah bay,
cleans up the shovel

and any evidence that
he's killed Marie, and then...

- That's it for him.
- Mmm.

His nose is the first thing to start bleeding,
then his ears, and by then it's too late.

He keels over.

And when your boyfriend rings back,
he's going to confirm it.

- How?
- He's carrying a smoker, OK?

You lurch sideways,
cigarettes fall out.

But it's not the cigarette packet
that makes a noise

when it hits the ground.

What else do smokers carry
in their pockets?

The lighter -

the cigarette lighter's heavy,
so he would have known

that something had fallen out
of Marie's pocket...

He would've gone... Peter?

It's a lighter, isn't it?

There was a cigarette lighter
in Glen's pocket.

Yes. How did you know?

Glen killed Marie,
Marie killed Glen.

I've gotta go.
I'll call you back.

Charlie, this is bad.

No, no, I thought
that was rather good.

No, no, this is bad.
This is bad.

If Glen killed Marie
and Marie killed Glen,

who's trying to kill us?

Maybe we should just get
a new door.

No, there's life
in the old girl yet.

Charlie, once you've scraped
off all those burnt bits, it's going to be more of a louvre.

It's bizarre.

Glen killed Marie
and Marie killed Glen,

but Glen didn't go
to Marie's house,

pack her things and dump her car -
he was dead.

I'm just saying.

And now someone thinks
you know something.

- Yeah, we don't.
- You do.

You don't know
you know something

but you know something.

Yeah, maybe they're right.

- Come on.
- Huh? What?

Glen didn't kill Marie
in a fit of passion.

It wasn't a lovers' tiff
gone wrong,

'cause if it was, it'd be over.

Marie knew something
that got her killed.

It's the only explanation
that makes sense.

Am I coming too?

No. But thanks.

I've got nothing to say to you.

Stephan, please.

I can't tell you how sorry I am
about Marie.

I know how much
she meant to you.

We think she knew something
that got her killed.

And whoever wanted to shut her up
is now trying to hurt us.

Yeah, on the night she died, what would
have made her leave a pregnant hippo

and go to the cheetah bay?

- I don't know.
- Did she confide anything or...

Did she indicate anything
or did she reveal by her mood...

We were close, OK?

If she knew something,
she would have told me.

Marie blamed Glen for everything
when they broke up.

Past that,
I don't know anything.

OK, thanks.

Well, that didn't get us much.

Are you kidding?

What? Marie was angry.
We knew that already.

Charlie, we learnt something vital.

What?

Well, figure it out.

I'm pretty smart, you know.

I've worked a lot of stuff out
before.

And you're very pretty
and you have fabulous hair.

Alright, well, tell me
what we learned back there.

OK, we learnt that Marie didn't know something
that got her killed, she only suspected it.

It was something about Glen.

On the night she died,
she went to the cheetah bay

to talk to Glen
because she had a feeling.

But she didn't tell anyone where she was
going and she didn't seek protection

because she didn't know
that she was in danger.

She didn't know
Glen would kill her.

Exactly.
But she had her suspicions.

Whoever tried to burn
our house down

thinks we know
what those suspicions were.

- Yes, I see.
- So we're looking for clues.

No, no, Nic, I see what it was
that Marie suspected.

- Marie was a hippo keeper, right?
- Mmm.

None of these animals
are hippos.

Oh.

There's something else
about these pictures as well.

- What?
- Come on.

- Larry...
- I'm quitting this job.

..we found these
at Marie's house.

They're from our website.

What do they all have in common?

I took them?

The reason for the new fences.

You said it yourself -
all these animals are missing.

They were stolen.

- It's about animal smuggling.
- Hang on.

Marie saw a pattern in the way
that animals were disappearing

from the zoo and she knew
it had to be an inside job.

- Nicola, this is speculation...
- She had photographs

of all the missing animals.

She must have mulled over
what had happened to them.

She came to suspect
her own boyfriend.

- Glen?
- Yeah.

- You think Glen was...
- Maybe he spent too much time

snooping around the pregnant hippo,
who knows?

But he had plenty of reasons
to look into animal transport,

crates and so on, under
the guise of his African trip.

These animals,
they're worth tens of thousands.

Yeah, but Marie made
a fatal blunder, right?

She confronted Glen,
it got nasty,

he killed her, he buried her.

But... Your turn.

He had an accomplice.

An offsider.
Someone he could trust.

Someone that he was in
on the smuggling with.

So he calls up this offsider,

"Oh, my God, I've killed Marie.

"We need to make it look like

"she's done a runner
in a hurry."

But the plan went wrong

because Glen didn't know
that he was dying.

- So who's the accomplice?
- That's your job.

Look up the phone records.

Oh, we already did.

There were no phone calls made
from the cheetah attendant's bay

or from Glen's mobile phone.

I'm sorry, Nic, really.

The night Glen and Marie died,
there were no...

The phone in Larry's office.

Glen must have used that phone

when he was in there taking
Larry's migraine tablets.

The phone was the only thing
out of place

in Larry's office
the morning after the murders.

- It was off centre.
- A twisty cord.

Yeah, not the way someone
like Larry would leave things.

So whoever Glen called
from that phone before he died...

..that's the guy you're after.

I think I know who it is.

You check the records,
but I think I know.

Yeah.

Yeah.

There was only one person
it could have been.

Only one person knew
where Marie was buried.

Lorcan took us
on a tour of the zoo,

and on the way
he was checking to see

what Glen had done
with Marie's body,

making sure that Glen
had hidden her well.

Yeah, he found a packet
of cigarettes.

He said a tourist dropped them,
but he knew they were Marie's.

Mmm, and it was Lorcan that overheard
us asking to look for my watch.

He must have twigged we were
looking for clues and got scared.

So he tried to take us out
by trying to burn down our house.

God.

Well done, helmet head. We'll make
an Englishman of you yet.

Thanks, Reg.

I suppose you'll be seeing
Nakatindi home now.

Come on, we have work to do.

Well, thanks again, Nicola.

- Charlie.
- Remember us won't you, Peter,

when they promote you
to storm trooper

for solving this case?

Right.

- Interesting fact.
- Yes?

The Ugandan colobus monkey
has no thumb.

- No thumb?
- No thumb at all.

This is to make up
for the ruined safari night.

Really? Oh, thank you.

- Ohh.
- It was her idea.

I'd never even heard
of 'Daktari'.

Is it the right one?
Tiger on the front

- and lion on the back?
- There it is.

You know, you're pretty attractive
for a woman.

Fantastic.

Do you wanna go to the shed
and re-enact some scenes from it?

I have no idea what that means,
but sure.

You be Judy
and I'll be Clarence.

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