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(UPBEAT, FUNKY MUSIC)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

ALEXA: 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? - Mm-hm.

- 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'. - (CHUCKLES)

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

Just not that day, huh?

Everything screams tragic accident, right?

Mm-hm.

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...

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

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. (CUP CLUNKS)

(GROOVY MUSIC)

(BLENDER WHIRRS)

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.

(BLENDER WHIRRS)

(BLENDER STOPS)

(BLENDER REVS)

OK. I put some extras in yours because you

need to start taking your B6 levels seriously.

- Gosh, I thought I was (!) - Hm.

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

Mm-hm.

(SLURPS SOFTLY)

Mm-hm. (SMOOTHIE SPLASHES)

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?

(FUNKY MUSIC)

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. (GULPS) 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... (CLEARS THROAT)

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 (EXHALES)... Not quite six months.

We met the day of my 30th.

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

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

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. (SLURPS)

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.

(GROOVY MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

WOMAN: Whoo-hoo!

(GROUP CHEERS)

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.

(SIGHS) 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?

WOMAN CHANTS: Reuben. Reuben. (GROUP CHEERS)

ALL: Reuben! Reuben! Reuben! Reuben!

I think you've got enough on your plate, don't you? (GROUP CONTINUES CHANTING)

(CHUCKLES WEAKLY) OK, ladies.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR) - Hey. Wanna watch a wedding video?

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

Pretty sure I have.

WOMAN ON COMPUTER: 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.

(PURRS)

Ooh, Chowder. She's a terrible cynic.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

(INTERCOM RINGS)

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

MAN ON INTERCOM: 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.

(GATE CREAKS)

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

Ms Crowe, was it? Roland Coney. (CAR DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

Whatever he's done, I can handle all expenses

involved. Thom's not himself right now.

No, Thom's fine, Mr Coney.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, thank heavens for small miracles.

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

His fiancee Leah Howell's death. - Oh.

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. (CHUCKLES)

You're not what I expected.

(CHUCKLES RUEFULLY) 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.

(SIGHS) 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?

(SCOFFS)

Thom has a habit of diving into situations headfirst.

I was just trying to protect him. - Uh-huh.

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... (BEES BUZZ)

I can see myself out. Thanks, Roland.

Where'd you come from?

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

- 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. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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.

(EXHALES) 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.

WHISPERS: Sorry.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

(BANGING)

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? (BANG!)

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.

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

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?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

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?

WHISPERS: 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.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

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?

(FOOTSTEPS ECHO)

Nerida. Hey. Just one more thing. (LINE RINGS)

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.

MAN ON PHONE: 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. (SIGHS) I'm thinking I'm gonna need to physically access her hard drive.

Beth said she'd help. (PHONE PINGS)

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? (CHUCKLES)

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.

(SCOFFS) 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.

Hm.

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.

(SIGHS) 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.

(CHUCKLES) 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. (SIGHS) 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. (SIGHS)

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. (CHUCKLES)

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. - (COUGHS VIOLENTLY)

- Hey, you OK? - (CHOKES, SPLUTTERS)

(COUGHS) Thank you. (CHUCKLES WEAKLY)

(COUGHS, SPLUTTERS) - Oh!

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.

- Mm-hm. - 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.

Huh.

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.

ROLAND ON PHONE: You cannot get cold feet. Do you understand that?

NERIDA ON PHONE: 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. (BEES BUZZ)

(CLICK!)

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. - Uh-huh.

And then when the bee lands

on the plate

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

(WOLF WHISTLE)

Hi, Nerida! Hi, Roland!

Nice day for it.

(LOW-KEY, GROOVY MUSIC)

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.

(SCOFFS) 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.

Ah.

- 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? (EXHALES)

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.

(RUEFUL MUSIC)

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.

(PHONE PINGS)

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.

READS: '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.

SOFTLY: 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.

(COMPUTER KEYS CLACK, DOOR SLAMS)

We did it!

The ultimate wedding footage ― we finally got it. (CHUCKLES)

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? - (SIGHS) - She offered him 50 bucks.

Ah.

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.

(GASPS SOFTLY) 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.

TV: Oh my god. Help! Help!

- Who are you really, Cat? - (MIAOWS)

Oh, not you. The other one.

(GROOVY MUSIC)

Who rang the doorbell?

Delivery for you. - Oh.

Sorry, Thom.

Ow.

(MIAOWS)

(EXHALES)

- 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.

(EXHALES)

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...

(GASPS) 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.

(DING!) 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.

(EXHALES)

Smashing.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

- 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.

(CHUCKLES)

- 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.

Hm.

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?

(EXHALES) Roland.

Is everything all right?

ROLAND: 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.

(CHUCKLES) None of that matters now.

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

Talulah. Stephanie was number four.

(CHUCKLES) 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.

(BIRDS TWEET)

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.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) 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?

(CAR HORN HONKS)

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?

(SCOFFS) 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.

(STUTTERS) 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.

(SCOFFS) 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.

(STUTTERS) 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. - (SCOFFS) 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.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

REUBEN: 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.

Hm.

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

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

Hear, hear.

(TOASTING, LAUGHING) - Oh, actually...

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

REUBEN: 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?

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

(VOICES DIM, ECHO)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(CROWDED HOUSE'S 'DISTANT SUN')

♪ 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. ♪

(MUSIC FADES OUT)

HARRY: 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? (CHUCKLES)

I was happy Josh was dead.

You're not supposed to do the interviews.

I am the seasoned detective. (BANG!)

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.