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I was starting to think
you're gone to the other island?

I'm as adventurous as the next
person, Harry.

But what is wrong with a nice
downtown cafe?

Have you done something new
with your hair?

- No.
- Well, I like it.

You're very chipper, considering...

Considering my recent rise
to fame, the Delgado case.

Considering 6 o'clock news

says that you're derelict
in your duty,

and the op-ed calls you
"Defective Dimwit."

-"Detective dimwit."
- Oh!

No, no, no. I kind of like
the picture they used.

Alright. What do you got
for me, detective?

How much do you know?

Just what's been released
and that,

uh, they're shooting you
in the press?

Hey, I'm a public servant.
It's nice to get

some public feedback.

Beatriz Delgado, 28 years old,

found stabbed to death
on an Auckland's street.

She was here
on a working holiday

from Argentina
teaching tango classes

at an Auckland dance studio.

Prime Suspect is Gavin Hartley,

one of Beatriz's
tango students.

On the night of her death,

Gavin invited everyone
to a party at his place.

Nobody showed up
except Beatriz.

Her body was found
right outside Gavin's house.

Oh. So a spoon would be hook up?

The way they're spinning this
in this in the news,

is that he killed her
when she turned him down.

- Which you don't believe?
-'Cause it doesn't make sense.

Even if it was a crime
of passion,

why would he leave the body
on the street all night?

To fake a mugging.

Except she didn't have any cash
or cards stolen.

She was still wearing
her jewellery .

- She even had her phone.
- Hm.

No sign of other
injuries, apart from

a healing fracture
on her right toe.

Was it true there was CCTV
of Gavin leaving the house?

For a few minutes
around the stabbing, yes.

Which looks bad when isolated,
but without a weapon?

Okay. So, what about DNA?

They just came from
the studio.

Beatriz had about ten people's
DNA on it, including Gavin's,

the other classmates,
the instructors.

Alright, so, she wasn't
waiting for a car

because otherwise
it wouldn't have taken

till the next morning
to find her body.

So, what was she doing on the
street? Did she make some calls?

She called her dad
in Buenos Aires.

He didn't answer.

So what about
the knife?

Five inches, single sided.

The type you'd find in
any kitchen.

Though we did find camellia oil
residue on the wound.

People use that
to maintain blades.

That samurai shits!

So how much pressure are you
really under?

Well, I'm not about to
make an arrest

just because people
are calling me names.

I love that about you.

No father should
have to bury his daughter.

I'm calling
on the Auckland police

and Detective Harry Henare

to act in the murder
of my daughter,

and to bring her killer
to justice.

Not only was Beatriz Delgado,

a professional level
tango dancer

with a master's
in human rights law,

she volunteered at the shelter
and the soup kitchen.

Well, she was amazing.

Can I take a look?

So, Beatriz went straight
from the dance studio

to Gavin's party, but all of
these people decided unanimously

not to go to a party
they were invited.

Yeah, on a Tuesday night.
Come on.

Who has parties on
Tuesday nights?

Well, maybe someone did go.

Someone we didn't know
was there.

Say hello to your brother
for me, eh?

Whoa!
Is it my birthday, is it?

I got to be honest, Reuben.
This is a bribe.

Well, fire away.

I need someone who knows
how to talk to women.

Get some intel. Tell me what
they're really thinking.

And I would give you some
pointers, but it

looks like you know what
you're doing already.

Ah, well, you know what they say
about bartenders,

barbers and baristas.

People love telling us
their problems.

- Exactly!
- Oof!

I can't believe that you're
picking Reuben over me.

I'm not picking him
over you.

It's just...

people trust Reuben.

Yeah, well, people trust me.

By people, I mean bored women
who like his muscles.

Hm, the way you like
his muscles.

See? You do understand.

Besides, I'm taking a dance
partner, Madison, not a bestie.

- How do I look?
- I hate you.

- Good.
- You look great.

We're planning a small
November ceremony,

and the tango thing's your idea.

Wait, why was it my idea?

Because you're
a closet romantic, Mr. Crowe.

Oh! So we're taking
your last name, are we?

Yeah. Why not?

Just try to act like a couple?

Okay.

Hi, hi. Are you guys new?

Ah, yes, I'm Alexa,
and this is my fiance, Reuben.

Aw! Hilary.
So nice to meet you both.

And, no need to be nervous.

We're like one big happy
whanau here.

And Cesar is very good
with beginners.

He's the best instructor
in Australasia,

after his mother, of course.

- And you work here?
- No, I'm a student.

But I have been coming a long
time. Actually, the longest

out of anyone, I think.

I thought this place
just opened?

Oh, it was a re-opening.

Oh, 'cause of renovations
or something?

Something.

Ah, anyway. I will let you two
get settled in.

You know that I have
two left feet, right?

How hard can it be?
Just copy Cesar.

Uh-huh.

See, easy.

Yeah, right.

Oh! Isn't he amazing?

He really knows his giros.

My mother, the incomparable
Eva Borges.

People always say to me,

"Cesar, tango,
tango is not dancing."

"Tango is sex standing up."

He said,
that's his mother, right?

To them I say, sex standing up
is sex standing up, huh?

You should try sometime.

If I said that to my customers,
they'd report me.

Quite right too...

A vertical expression
of horizontal desire.

Tango. tango is not about sex.
No, tango...

tango is about passion.

Tango, when it was danced
by the compadrones

on the streets of
Buenos Aires...

was a knife fight
between two men.

So, let's fight!

- Ms. Morel.
- Oh.

Please.

Reg, take care of our
new friend.

- How are you?
- Hello. Hi.

Hmm. I was expecting
to show off a little.

You're not letting me.

Well, I could stand
on your foot.

Oh, I might like that.

Your wife?

Yeah. And your husband?

Uh, fiance?

Well, you guys all seem
very tight.

- You hang out after class?
- Yeah. Here and there.

Any after parties
I can horn in on?

Oh, God. You're not one of these
true crime freaks, are you?

What? Please.

Ah? Digging around about Beatriz.

Bet you've got a podcast.

Well, if I did,
would you come on it?

A wee word of advice,

don't let Cesar hear
what you're up to.

Change!

- Did Reg take care of you?
- Oh, yes. Thank you.

Does every newcomer
get that kind of coddling,

or am I special?

Definitely special.

Use those lines on men?

Men come here to make their
girlfriends happy,

or to meet their
next girlfriends.

It is a delicate ecosystem,
like the Garden of Eden.

So that makes you God.

Nice.

Hilary!

I just want to say thank you
so much for welcoming us.

- That was really nice.
- Oh, I'm happy, too.

'Cause I was a little
bit nervous

on account of what happened
to that girl,

you know, Beatriz.

Did you know that the suspect
was also a student?

He could have been obsessed
with anyone in that class.

Honestly,
it could have been you.

Look, I'm not being mean here,

but Beatriz was
a bit of a flirt, you know.

I mean, I loved her.
She was a great girl.

But Gavin so clearly had issues.
I mean, he didn't even dance.

He just stayed on the side-lines
taking creepy photos.

I mean, why give him
the time of day?

Hey, look, I hope I'm not like
stepping out of line here.

No, no. What?

But you and Ruben,
you seem really happy together.

Oh, yeah, yeah, we are.
Thank you.

Cesar likes to play games,
and they don't always end well.

So, just watch yourself
around him.

Okay.
Alright.

I've said too much.
Have a good night. Let's go.

What was that all about?

That was a large slice of
victim blaming

with a dollop of
"Don't take my man."

Cesar Borges
left Argentina

when he was two with his mother,
grew up in Melbourne,

moved to New Zealand ten years
ago and opened the studio.

They hired Beatriz last year
to help out with the work load.

And where was he the night
she died?

Well, according to Cesar, Gavin
never invited him to the party,

so he just went home
with his mother.

To quote his exact words,

"If you're trying to get
a woman's attention,

would you really want me
in the room?"

Okay. Are- are we going in
or not?

Thanks, Harry.

Okay, but listen, Gavin's been

hounded by the press for months
on end, okay?

He's not going to want to talk
to anyone, so, we're going to

have to do things a little
bit differently.

We're going to have to do
some very convincing acting.

Oww! Help, somebody.

Help! Can anybody hear me?!

I think I've sprained my ankle.

Oh, hi.

- Are you okay?
- Uh-uh.

Come with me.

Thank you.

Did you take these photos?

Just a hobby. There you go.

- Sorry. I'll get a tea towel.
- No, no, no. That.

I'm a designer on it.

- You're a fan?
- I'm a fanatic.

I'm number eight
in the entire Asia-Pacific.

It is the smoothest interface
that I've ever played.

Can I get an autograph,
my friend Beth is gonna freak.

Can you leave?

Since you've made such
a remarkable recovery?

- Look, Gavin, I don't--
- How do you know my name?

You're a reporter.
You're a bloody...

This is unethical practice.

Ahh!

I'm with her.

Do you mind?

You know, if that camera
had been angled correctly,

you would have got
the whole stabbing

instead of just you
leaving the house.

I heard something.

A possum or a cat,
so I looked outside.

Look, why are we doing this?

It's over. I'm just waiting
to be arrested.

You're not even going to try
to clear your name?

I know a lost fight
when I see one.

Fescue.

Double-dwarf fescue.

This is notoriously slow growing
and hates foot traffic.

Now, a possum is not
heavy enough

to damage the node growth,

but a human being grinding it
under them

for a prolonged period...

That'd never hold up in court.

No, it won't.

But I like to think that I have
good instincts

about these things, and Gavin,

I believe that
somebody was waiting out

in that garden
for Beatriz that night.

Is there anybody we should be
looking at in that tango class?

Hilary.

She was queen of the studio
before Beatriz came along.

And the whole thing
with Cesar doesn't help.

What whole thing with Cesar?

Well, everyone thought there
was something going on

between Hillary and Cesar.

Then Beatriz comes along
and well...

Hilary pulled a Tonya Harding
on Beatriz,

in front of everyone in class,

stomped on her foot,
broke her toe.

Did you tell the police that?

I was a little preoccupied
by the eight hour interrogation.

Did you get the stomp on tape?

You ready?

Hey, can you hear this?

- Just close it.
- No.

It's in my head now
kind of like tinnitus.

You can't take
the bathroom door off.

Why not?

- Privacy.
-"Privacy." What's that?

Anyway, come. Come.
Take a look.

This is one of Gavin's
dance videos.

I didn't know she was there.

Look, I know what Gavin said,

but could it have been
an accident?

No, we just did that spin
in class. Hilary was flawless.

Well, with all the money she
spends there, I would hope so.

It's close to a grand a month
just on private lessons.

The next one's happening
this evening.

Oh, book me in right after.

- Okay. Hour's up.
- Ooh. Nope.

According to me,
we still have two more minutes.

Gosh, I hope you didn't
just lose a client.

- Where is your fiance?
- He's working?

I'm a lucky man, then.

Getting paid to dance with you?

Sure you are.

No music?

I like to get a feel
for each other first.

Okay.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

So, what was that?
Hilary seemed upset.

We had a disagreement.

Oh, she was trying to start
something up again,

and you're not interested
anymore?

There is a shelf life
for everything.

Past a point and you're just
delaying the inevitable.

- Oh.
- Spin.

Oh, oh, oh!

Very good.

And I guess, gentlemen,
don't tell.

Who said I was a gentleman?

Ocho.

What about Beatriz?

Then again, maybe I am.

You know, normally, I like
Arabica but this...

it's got some sort of chocolaty
umami flavours , you know?

Made to be too big and bouncy. Argentinean.

You like Argentinean, don't you?

I'm just trying to look out
for you.

Make sure that you don't make
the same mistake that I did.

What mistake is that?

Being tricked into thinking
that he cares.

Look, Ruben seems like
a really great guy.

So, for the sake of
your relationship,

I would stick to group classes.

Or better yet,
find another dance school.

So according to Hilary's alibi,
she went straight home

after the tango class,
10:30 or 11:00,

and she stayed there all night.

And three, two...

And Gavin says that Beatriz
left his place about 11:30 p.m.

So, the police updated
the murder

to no later than midnight.

Oh, there.

10:49. And then
her phone's GPS

places her at her apartment
all night.

You know, it is possible to
leave your house without phone.

I used to do it all the time.

Okay so, you think that she left
her apartment without being

seen, went to Gavin's party
without being seen,

and then killed Beatriz
without being seen?

Well, let's find out.

- Oh, hi. Come here often?
- Well, let's be honest.

Your mother's had it in for me
since day one.

Oh, sorry.

Yeah. Okay. Well, we'll talk
about it later, alright?

Love you. Okay.

First floor, apartment 115.

Nice work, by the way.
I love the bit about my mother.

Well, hello again.

I can't see many places to hide
from those cameras.

Okay, give me a sec.

Blind spot!

Are there any exits around?

Yeah. Yeah, there's a stairway.

Back up.
I can see you there.

[whispering] Stairway.

Are you seeing me now?

What the hell are you
doing here?

You can stalk me, but I can't
stalk you? Hang on, Mads.

- You're stalking me?
- Well, little bit.

Hey, why'd you break
Beatriz's toe?

You know, when you did that
spin out of sequence

when changing partners two weeks
before Beatriz's death.

Well, it wasn't actually
like that.

That's why Cesar called it off

'cause you're violent.

Says the woman creeping
outside my apartment.

Don't be silly.
Not the same thing at all.

So, yesterday you followed me,
you assaulted Beatriz, and now

I find out that you can get out

of your apartment
without being seen.

That's an awful lot to leave
out of your official alibi.

Who are you?

Good Lord! What is it
with this guy Cesar?

He's like human catnip.

Oh, he doesn't do it for you?

Please, Madison. There is more
to life than tango.

Horizontal or otherwise.
What are you doing?

Ooh! The night Beatriz
was murdered,

Hillary placed an Uber Eats
order at 11:20 p.m.

Two mains, two drinks.
So, either she was hungry...

Or she was with someone.

Look familiar?

Two options, Reg.

Either you graciously allow me
to blackmail you

with this evidence
of your affair.

I got no idea
what you're talking about.

Or I invite myself in for dinner
with you and the missus?

CCTV images are so clear nowadays.

Okay, so, according to Romeo,

Hilary ordered food after
their activities

and she was in the apartment
all night.

So no midnight sneak out
to do murder?

No. I mean,
I guess it makes sense

if sleeping with a married man
was my only alibi.

Then I might not
cop to it either.

Oh, you've never slept
with a married man?

You mean, apart from the one
who was married to me?

Look, Gavin, I said that
I'm going to help you, and I am.

Well, you can help by having

your detective friend
arrest Hilary.

Hilary has an alibi,
and you don't.

When we give the police a name,

we want them
to take us seriously.

Cesar then. He's, um...

He-he-he got jealous because
Beatriz came to my house.

Gavin, I want you to relax,
have a think and be reasonable.

Ta-da!

Sorry. You can't come.

But, my dress, my heels?

Check on Gavin.

He sounds erratic.

I didn't dress like this
for Gavin.

Hi, Reuben. How are you? Hi.

- This won't take long.
- Do what you do.

Evening.

Reg said that he was harassed
while taking out the recycling.

Well, that's terrible.

I'm going to ask you this
one more time.

Who are you?

I think you really were
trying to warn me.

And I think that
you really believe

everything you're saying
when you say it...

bit like him.

Come on, Gavin.
Pick up.

Where are you?

Crap.

Can I get you a drink?

Malbec.

Gosh, that's beautiful.

Thank you.
It was my mother's.

May I?

- Oh! Is that Cesar?
- Yes, he was very fat.

Gosh, it's quite amazing.

You came here with
absolutely nothing,

and look at everything
you've built.

It must not have been easy.

Australia and New Zealand
a lot easier

than where I come from.

Ladies
and gentlemen, partners, please.

I need to tell you something.

Change.

Oh, God!

Remember the first class?

I said tango
is a dance of combat...

adversity...

passion, yes?

But also anger,

which some people might argue
is the same thing.

It's good to get your blood
a little hot...

Officer Crowe.

That's detective retired, actually.

Out of my way.

Move.

- Gavin. It is good to see you.
- Oh, shut the hell up.

- Oh, my God!
- What are you doing here?

You said you were going to
help me.

- Gavin, go home now.
- All of you people...

You all hated me from the
beginning. And you...

You're a murderer!

Oh, Gavin.

You should leave.

You and your friend.

Gavin, out.

Congratulations.
You made the rag.

This is defamation.

Well, not if they don't use
your name and they haven't.

It's New Zealand,
there are no secrets.

We don't have to do anything.
In fact, I'm going to go talk

to my friend, the detective,
and get him not to arrest you.

You didn't think that through,
did you?

- Hey? Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
- Madison...

This is for your own good.

Are you serious?

- Are you okay there?
- Yeah.

It's just a bit squeaky.

You should put some oil
on the hinges.

And a handyman, too.

You're welcome.

So, Hilary's out of the picture?

Yep. She was with Reg
all night long. Solid alibi.

- I thought she was with Cesar?
- That's over.

She was only with Reg
to try to make Cesar jealous.

Didn't work.

- Huh.
- You look confused.

Do you want a map?

It's funny how all roads
lead back to Cesar.

Whatever he had with Beatriz,
this thing with Hilary.

If enough of the webs
start shaking on the outside,

you start looking at the centre.

You ever seriously look at him?

No. Gavin sucked up all the air
in the room.

Besides, no motive, no weapon.

- Not to mention his alibi.
- Well, his mother's his alibi.

And mother's will do a lot of
things for their sons, right?

Hello.

Speak of the devil.

- You're not going, are you?
- Absolutely not.

You know, I'm still waiting.

Waiting for what?

An apology for ruining
last night.

Wait, you made all of this?

When we lived in Australia,

my mother had no one to teach
her recipes to except me. So...

Well, why did you come down
here? Why not America or Europe?

She wanted to get
as far away as possible.

It sounds like
she had a hard life.

It is easier now. She has me.

Did you cook like this
with Beatriz?

She liked my humitas.

How's it going?

- Oh, it's going.
- What the hell is that?

Sounds like you got a fight club
going there.

Well, then I better not
talk about it.

- And you? Still alive?
- Yeah, still alive.

But I've got to go.
He's cooking steak.

Oh, I love a man who can cook.

Unless he's a murderer,
of course.

- I'm done.
- Oh, don't be a sore loser.

Hey, Madison. Thanks.

For literally beating you
at your own game?

For talking to me like
I'm a person.

Beatriz was the same.
She knew I liked her,

but she never made me feel
like a freak about it.

Put you back into it this time.

Actually,
can I use the bathroom?

You don't have to trust me but...

do you really think I'm stupid?

Deer antler.

Argentinean specialty.

- I didn't know you were home.
- I'm heading out. Evening class.

Oh. That shouldn't be there.

Cesar's first competition.

Before this, I was going to push
him for medical school.

Oh, 'cause you were a nurse?

A long time ago.

He would have been
a terrible doctor.

The only blood he can stand is

whatever is coming out
of that steak.

Go. He's waiting for you.

Okay. Night.

I met him last year and at first
I thought he wasn't my type,

but turns out he was
just misunderstood.

Like you, I suppose.

What is taking so long?

It's hard to go when

someone's listening
outside the door.

I'm not listening.
I'm telling you my life story

to drown out the sound effects.

Wait, you wouldn't?

The oldest trick in the book.
Gavin, I trusted you.

My mother likes you,
you know?

- Is that prerequisite.
- Always.

A mama's boy, huh?

So, what does she do? Hole up in
a bedroom with earplugs

when you're entertaining
Beatriz and Hilary?

No. Hilary's never been here.
Beatriz, a few times.

She was a stranger
in a strange land.

She needed someone
who spoke her language.

When was the last time
she was here?

Ah, that night.

The night that it happened.

She wanted to borrow a book
from the library,

and then we had dinner.

And after that?

We went to the studio.

She had already turned me down.

We were just friends.
That is all.

I appreciate your faith
in my powers of seduction,

but it does happen.

People decide whether they're
going to sleep with you

in three seconds.

Love, love is hard.

Attraction. Serotonin.

Oh, I see. That's the play.

Dinner and pseudoscience
at Casa Borges.

You tell me? Should I take it
from your surprise

about Beatriz rejecting me
to mean

you wouldn't have?

Oh, come on.

I'm hardly competing with the
likes of Hilary and Beatriz.

Ah.

I prefer older women.

Argentinean olive oil?

Tea seed oil.

It has high smoking points.
It's good for searing.

Three minutes each side.

There's lots of things
you can do in six minutes.

Six minutes isn't as
impressive as you think.

You know, I really like you.

Give me a sec.

Harry. Hey,
it's not a good time.

- You're not home?
- No, I'm at dinner.

Gavin's been arrested.

Police are pressing charges tonight.

They caught Gavin at the airport

trying to board a flight
to Montenegro,

which doesn't have
an extradition treaty with us.

So the judge is refusing
to let him out on bail

because he's an active
flight risk.

He jammed the bathroom door closed.

Look, what about Cesar?
Did you find anything?

Does this mean that
you're going to put the door

back on the hinges?

Tea seed oil.

It's what Cesar uses
to cook with.

AKA, camellia oil.

The oil they found in
Beatriz's stab wound.

Do you know how many
people use camellia oil?

Oh, no, I don't, Harry.
How many?

That was rhetorical.
- Oh.

Enough for it to be
circumstantial at best,

without an actual weapon,
or a motive.

Well, he did say that Beatriz
had turned him down.

Spurned lovers.

It's a start.

You don't think so?

A week ago, maybe.

Just terrible business practice,
I think...

- Reggie.
- Yeah.

I'll catch up.

This is a restaurant.
I could have you arrested.

No, then you'd have to do
some explaining to your

wife and that'd get really
hairy, wouldn't it?

- I've got a lunch.
- This will be quick.

So, Beatriz was not dancing
the night she died.

What was she doing
at that event?

- That was three months ago.
- Memory, rack it.

She was with that creep, Gavin.

Then he got it into his head
to ask us all over to his place.

No, thanks.

Then she spent the rest of the
night with Cesar's mum.

So, Beatriz was close to Eva?

Well, it helps to have
the mother on side

when you're sleeping
with the son.

The closest in how I'd put it.
Not with Cesar or Eva.

God knows what Hilary
saw in him.

- He's... he's cold.
- Why do you say that?

Well, the girl who works
for you gets killed,

and you don't even
shut up shop out of respect?

But I thought they did.
There-there was a re-opening?

No, they only closed last month
'cause they got sick

of the reporters.

Went down South, him and Eva.

I mean, he likes to pretend
like he's all torn up,

just so a woman will feel
sorry for him.

But, the truth is that some men
just don't value women.

Sick really.

It's misogyny.

Right.

Do you often do this?

Showing up at women's
houses uninvited?

Well, your address
was on the registry

when you signed up,
and fortune favours bold.

- But I'm engaged.
- Ah! Yes. Reuben, the fiance.

This cover story business
is getting a little dull.

Did you meet the Delgados
when they were here?

Why do you ask?
No, that's right.

You were in the South Island.
I forgot.

I just thought, you know,
strangers in a strange land.

You might have stayed
to meet them.

Those need water.

- Hi.
- Oh.

- I was just about to come home.
- Reuben, coffee.

And that's why I'm marrying her.

Okay. What do we know about the
Delgados? Beatriz's parents?

Is there any reason that Cesar
would want to avoid them?

Apart from the fact that maybe
he killed their daughter,

you mean?

Francisco Delgado.

Just sources are,
when I mentioned Beatriz's

parents, he bolted.

Oh, hold on.

You know Francisco is
a human rights lawyer...

turns out he's not just
any lawyer.

Ooh. He famous.

Specializes in chasing down
human rights violations

during the dirty war.

This general's is
21st successful prosecution.

- Dirty war?
-'76 to '83.

Phone, phone, phone.

Why do you need so
many pictures of your bread?

Posterity. Here.

- Check it.
- What am I looking at?

Harry said they left Argentina
to escape the junter,

same junter that Delgado
is putting into jail

one by one for war crimes.

Now, if you are Eva,
this guy would be your hero.

Why wouldn't you want
to meet him?

Because you're not who
you say you are.

Beatriz was calling her father
when she was murdered.

I think it's time
we found out why.

My footwork needs finessing.

Hand.

- I've reconsidered.
- Back step.

That second date.

I don't think
that is a good idea.

Why not?

What's changed between
yesterday and today?

Turn.

It's unprofessional.

Because I'm your student?

Because you're sticking your
nose where it doesn't belong.

Of course.

Was your mother always
a tango dancer?

You should stop being so nosy
about other people's families

and focus on your giros.

Shoddy.

No one's ever said that
about my giros before.

So, shall we talk about
Beatriz's family then?

A woman is dead, let her rest.

How can she rest when her
killer is still out there?

What are you implying?

Have you heard
of the Escuela Superior

de Mecanica de la Armada?

You can go,
or I can call security.

AKA, the Naval Petty Officer
School of Mechanics,

AKA, a concentration camp
in central Buenos Aires

for political prisoners.

Get out.

There were only five midwives
at the ESMA.

Two of them are dead,

one of them is in custody,

and two of them are wanted
by the Argentinean government

for aiding and abetting,
the kidnapping of children

during the dirty war.

And one of their names was
Lucrecia Cebellos.

- Your real name.
- Get back to the office.

I'll handle this.

It wasn't just
any box in that study.

It was a hardwood
and deer antler box,

custom made to hold
a gaucho knife,

five inches,
single sided blade.

One of only two things
you brought from Argentina.

What was it you said?

Your mother had had a hard life

and you wanted to make
things easy for her.

You want to protect her
from her past.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Camellia oil. It was found
on Beatriz's wounds.

That's the oil that your mother
uses to tend the knife.

Did you kill her?

- Yes.
- No!

Yes, I killed her.

No, you didn't.

Oh now, you-you-you
come into our lives

and you dig up these things
from 40 years ago.

Things that don't even matter.

-"Things that don't matter."
- Don't. Don't.

Please don't. Just...

just arrest me.
Just do it. Please.

This is the only other thing

that your mother brought
from Argentina, this picture.

And Beatriz saw it
at your house

the night she came to dinner.

That photo is one of the only
surviving pictures

taken from inside the ESMA
when it was active.

That photo, as Francisco Delgado
told me last night,

it's been sitting on his desk
since Beatriz was in law school.

She recognized you
and you knew it.

So you got Gavin's address
from the registry,

and you went to Gavin's house
where you knew she would be.

You saw her on her phone.

And when Beatriz left
to go home,

you were the one that
Gavin heard in his yard.

And then...

She was calling her father.

She wanted to tell him
what she'd seen.

He never picked up, but you knew
it was only a matter of time.

And ultimately, the threat
wasn't against your life

or the life you've built here,
but the person

you love most in all the world
would find out what you did...

and what you are.

You have no baby photos.
You have no father.

Because Eva took you
from a prisoner at the camp

where she worked.

- She stole you.
- Don't!

I just saved him.

It's not...

Come on, mother.
That's-that's-that's not true.

That's-that's...
That's not true.

- Just-just listen--
- No, no.

- Stop crying. It is not true.
- Listen to me.

- She's lying.
- I love you. You're my boy.

You are my son. I love you.
I've always loved you.

It'll be okay.

It wasn't personal, you know.

I know.

You know, at first, I hated you
for what you did to her.

I wanted to hurt you...

like you hurt us.

And then today I saw him,
Beatriz's father.

You ever seen a dead man
walking?

A few times.

Eva is still your mother.

You can't erase the
last 40 years.

You cannot switch it on and off.

It's part of the burden
of living.

We could try to look for
your biological parents.

Grandparents...

You don't have to do this alone.

It is a really nice day.

Yeah, it is.

- Numero quatre!
- Hey.

Spanish and French.

Oh, we've got Spanish tapas,
and French wine.

So, they bullied you into it, huh?

Well, we made an arrest.
Gavin's in the clear.

I get to tell my team,
"I told you so."

What makes you think
I don't want to party?

Oh, just everything about you.

Oh, Harry. Oh, Harry!

What? Are you scared,
I'm going to show you up?

Yeah, real scared.

- Oh. What?!
- Oh!

A man of many skills.

Oh! Where the hell
did you learn that?

You've been holding out on me.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, you have.

Who are you, Harry Henare?