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Nya, nya.

Don't get into staring
competitions with toddlers.

You'll only lose.

Are you ever on time
for anything?

Well, I once was 18 hours
early for an Abba concert.

So, you only keep
your professional

colleagues waiting then.

No. Some dates, too.

You know this is a
popular date spot,

so I've been told.

Are we on a date?

If you'd told me, I would've
brought my pepper spray.

Not my type.

- Tom Bernay.
- Mm. Hmm.

Do you know that he
proposed to his wife here,

20 years ago?

Forty-five.
No kids.

By all accounts,
incredibly charming.

He had a real way with women.

Wow,
do you think he's an actor?

He also wrote,
directed and produced.

He was the owner of a
traveling theatre company.

Past tense?
Very.

His latest was
a feminist reimagining

of Little Red Riding Hood.

- He played the wolf.
- That's original.

Yeah, the last show in
Russell certainly was.

Red Riding Hood
stabbed him on stage

with a retractable prop knife.

- Only it didn't retract.
- What?

He was rushed to the hospital
with a perforated liver.

Went into respiratory shock.

Coma. He was brain death
within 24 hours.

Pre-existing Crohn's disease put
him over the edge, apparently.

Okay.
What's the stinger?

You always have some
juicy morsel for a finale.

He was having an affair

with the co-star
that stabbed him.

Sonya Fulton.
Her prints were on the knife.

There was no damage to
the knife's internal mechanics.

You know the traditional wisdom
is that the wife did it.

Yeah, the wife was
on a three week

business trip in Wellington.

Okay. What do you have
for me to go on?

Cell phone footage of the show.

Ask the audience.
Classic.

And the prop knife.

Who had access to both.

How did she make
the knife malfunction

just the one time
she needed it to?

- Maybe it was an accident.
- Maybe it wasn't.

That's why I'm talking to you.

Flattery will get you
everywhere.

Okay.
Give me the motive?

Ah, nothing obvious.

There is a last run of the show
on the fringe festival though.

Madison's all into that.

What about you?
You like a bit of theatre?

Not much.

Good grief!
No! Chowder, no!

Stop!
That is not good for you.

How did your date go?

Why does it look like a
merch bomb went off in here?

I went to the fringe festival.

It was amazing.
I've met some amazing people.

Comedians, actors, poets.

Oh, that's got cat saliva on it.

But go ahead.

There was
a slam poetry showcase,

it was very Greenwich Village.

- Very esoteric.
- Bad?

Well, it's an acquired
taste, like, um--

- Cat saliva.
- Olives.

I'll take your word for it.

You have absolutely no culture.

Really? How's this for culture?
"Fem Riding Hood"?

Esoteric?

Bad.

But the new wolf is very hot.

Well, there's something
so primal about

seeing a grown man
in a fur suit.

Gross.

The old one died.

I know.

Broken their pity
for responsibility...

I can run from the law.
I can run from myself.

I can run from my life.
I can run into debt.

I can run from it all.
I can run till I'm gone.

I can run for the office
and run for the cause.

I cannot run...

from my family.

They're hidden inside me.

Corpses on ice.

Hello, gorgeous.

What's a girl like you
doing all the way out here?

Me?
Who's the new wolf.

That's the understudy, Jason.

I'm foraging
for mushrooms.

You see my grandmother and I
live right up there.

Oh, would you care to join us
for dinner, Mr. Huntsman?

- Bad idea.
- Oh, you think?

Hello, my darling!

Oh, lovely Red.

You look frozen!

Come climb into bed.

Ah, grandma, did a Huntsman
come by before me?

I didn't see one.

Well, I'm afraid
I've done something bad.

What could you have possibly
have done that's bad, my dear?

You see, I promised you a kiss.

Ah...

I like this part.

You see,

no one in this world
gives you power.

You have to take it.

And that goes for
fur coats, too.

- Stop it!
- You can't stop me.

Hi, just some fans of your work.

Oh. T-thank you so much.

Alexa Crowe.
This is Madison.

In the original,
the huntsman saves red.

But I much prefer your
psychopathic anti-heroine.

It's a feminist critique.

You know,
that really came through.

We're with the police.

I've already
talked to the police.

Well, we're just, um,
confirming a few details.

You know, clean-up crew.

Are you okay?

Well, I stabbed and killed Tom.
What do you think?

That was a terrible accident.
I'm sorry.

But, um, I'm a little bit of a
theatre enthusiast myself.

And I've gotta say that
your decision to no longer use

a retractable knife
was a very wise one.

That's why we do
the shadow play, now.

The retractable knife
was Tom's idea.

More dramatic that way.
Yeah, sure is.

Was the one that killed Tom
a spring loaded affair?

Look, I, I'm-I'm not really
a props person.

Oh, of course not.
You're the star.

In fact, Tom wrote that play
for you, didn't he?

And the other one, the, uh,

you know,
"Sexy Sleeping Beauty".

That was actually about the
objectification of female pain.

Was it ever.

How long were you
and he together?

A few months.

Did you love him?

Yeah. I did, actually.

You know typically
these kind of arrangements

don't work out well
for the other woman.

Did his wife know about you?

Look, I-I think
you should leave.

Okay, well,
thanks for your time.

Um, I thought
you were really good.

Did you see her bag, by the way?
That's like the price of a car.

Hi, Jason.
- I am aware.

Maddie!
- Hey. I loved the show.

- Thanks.
- This is Alexa Crow.

She's a police consultant.

- You're the tech guy?
- Oh, and the new Wolf.

Plus Health and safety, too.

Can I ask you a few questions
about what happened to Tom?

Sure.

Sonya said that
the retractable knife

was Tom's idea?

Oh, cosmic irony, man.

Proper theatres they phased out
retractables ages ago.

But with Tom, drama over safety,
every time.

And now Sonya has to go to
therapy until she dies.

Did you try to
talk him out of it?

Health and safety style?

Yeah, yeah. We all did.

But you couldn't argue with him.

It's like trying to
wrestle with a bull.

You did check the knife
before the show.

Yeah, yeah. Tom did, too.

Right before the lights came up
on the cottage scene.

Yeah. He was pretty
diligent about it.

Did you know about
him and Sonya?

Yeah.

They didn't really hide it.

Any trouble in paradise?

Well, not that I saw.
She was nuts about him.

God knows why.

If he wasn't banging on about
artistic integrity

he was throwing up backstage.

That's attractive.

Oh, he had that digestive,

what you call it--

- Crohn's disease.
- Yeah.

Didn't mix with motel minibars.

But he still managed
to do the tour, 20 shows?

Yeah, I filled in for him
when he was too sick to go on.

Younger, sexier wolf
for the ladies.

Yes.
Well, thank you.

- Is that it?
- For now.

- See you around, Maddie.
- Bye.

Maddie.
"See you around, Maddie."

Hey, Raf!

Oh, you're on first name terms
with a slam poet, too?

Yeah.

So, what's the next move?

Go see the wife.
Harry gave me an address.

What?

Nothing.

Are you lost?

Hello, Eleanor.

Alexa?

Hi.

What?
Has it been like 40 years?

Sorry.
A bit rude.

No, be rude.

Well, my old place
looks the same.

Except the front yard
looks better, actually,

than it used to.

Do you wanna come in?

Yeah, I'd love to.

These steps.

Oh, my God,
I remember these steps.

So, you're in renewable energy?

Doing my part for the planet.

Good for you.
How's it going?

Great.

We're integrating the entire

manufacturing process
in New Zealand,

so lots of screaming,
haggling and arse kissing.

And you paint?

Yeah. Recently I realized
I had no hobbies.

And had some old paint
lying around, so...

- I bake bread.
- And you showed up empty handed?

But I will not next time.

When did you get back?
And where did you get back from?

And what do you do?
Kids? Partner?

Sorry, rambling...

No, no, ramble away.

Yeah. Well, 40 years'
worth of questions.

Um, Australia,
no kids, widowed.

Eleanor, I work for the police.

- You're here about Tom.
- Yeah.

Well, I wasn't sure at first,

I saw the address and...

I thought for sure
you'd have moved on.

No, I did.
London, Bern, Shanghai.

But then mum and dad died and...

this is home. So...

Go on.
Ask.

Did you know about the affair?

Only when the police told me.

You spend 20 years with someone,

you love them,

bankroll them,
stand by them.

And then...

- When you say bankroll--
- The theatre.

Forty grand a year
out the window.

- But it made him happy.
- Mm.

I stopped giving him
the money a few months ago.

15 years too late,
but I did stop.

- Not even I'm that stupid.
- Why did you stop?

Mothering your husband
gets tiring.

And I guess...

I just thought he'd grow up.

They cut down your lemon tree.

- Bastards.
- Mm.

Did we once make lemonade
and then sell it out the front?

We did.
With your brother, Will.

- How is Will?
- Oh, he's fine.

I think selling the lemonade
was his idea.

Yeah.
That'd be right.

Except we didn't add sugar,

so it was just lemon juice.

You know the first few nights

after Tom died...

didn't feel real.

In the back of my head
I just thought he was...

late coming home.

Yeah, I know that feeling.

We're actually
looking at the girl.

Sonya.

You think she deliberately
killed him?

I do not know yet.
Did you meet her?

Mm, she came here
for dinner once,

can't say she made
an impression.

I know that's not very helpful,
but I just paid for the theatre.

I don't really know any of them.

How, how long
have you been back?

A year.
Well, I've been really swamped.

Oh, well, it's okay.

You don't need to do that,
I'm a big girl.

No, seriously. There are
some weird murders here.

You know?
Per capita.

Well, whatever the reason,

uh, I'm glad you're back.

Yeah, me too.

Oi, what is that?

Oh, Reuben lent me this
to make miche.

- Quiche?
- Miche! Miche bread!

Wait. Who's dead?
Well, why are you using that?

You've already got a
bread making machine.

Reuben lent me this one
'cause he says

it's perfect for making miche.

Well, it's a bit too noisy
to be perfect.

Ooh, what have you found?

Ah, yeah.

I got into your best friend's
dead husband's metadata.

- And guess what?
- Gambling?

No. He was looking
for divorce lawyers.

And that's not all.
Follicular unit extractions.

- Which are? Hair plugs.
- Hair plugs.

Eighteen thousand dollars worth,
to be exact.

Payment went out
of Tom's account

to a fancy clinic
downtown two months ago.

Eleanor told me
she'd stopped giving him money.

Well, she wasn't lying.

No deposits from her
since October.

So where did he get the cash?

Mm.

This season's
Celine La Tournelle bag.

Valued at $4000 dollars.

What's this?

Mm, Burberry.
Very nice.

Ah, what do you want?

Wanna talk to you
about the $20,000

you gave Tom in February.

It's just you don't actually
have a paying job, do you?

Every single deposit
in bank your account

comes from your father.
I did a little digging.

I mean nothing weird,
just Google.

But your dad is Jonathan Fulton.

- Private equity.
- So?

So does your dad know
that you gave money to Tom?

- Please, don't tell him.
- Oh, no, no. Never, never.

Well, unless it became relevant.

Well, to what?

- To Tom's death, obviously.
- Well, it's not!

I-I already told you,
I-I loved him.

Yeah, but did he love you?

Or did he just come on to you

because his wife had stopped
giving him money?

I came onto him, actually.

Oh, right.

So, you come on to a married man

with wife and money troubles.

Did you convince him to leave
his wife and marry you.

No.
That's not what happened.

I-I gave him money
for the theatre. That's all.

I wasn't trying to buy him.

Sonya, he took your money
and bought hair plugs.

What?

- Thank you.
- Excuse us.

So, she says she gave him money
to expand the theatre.

- Oh, you think she's lying?
- Oh, she's an actress.

If he lied about
what he did with the money

and she found out,
that's a motive.

- Betrayal.
- You bet.

- Busy?
- Ah, meetings. Time zones.

From the oven straight to you.

I've organized
the entire supply chain

according to your schedule.

Thank you.

You seemed to
handle that okay.

Ah, well, you didn't see
the screaming match

I had with the German supplier.

I was this close to hopping
on a 27 hour flight

just so I could kill him.

Oh, what's up?

Can we sit down?

Did you know...

that Tom was looking
at divorce lawyers?

Was he planning to marry her?

Well, she says no. But...

That girl was in
the same boat as you.

She gave him $20,000.

- What?
- Yeah.

After you cut him off.

She gave him the money
to help expand the theatre.

Of course, he took it
and spent it on himself.

He betrayed her,
like he did to you.

And that's why she killed him?

Not sure. But I do know
that Tom was a parasite.

That's not fair.

It is.

He took and took from you
for years and then when you

cut him off he found
a younger model to do the same.

Takes a very special piece
of work to ask his

22-year-old mistress
for money for hair plugs.

- Hair plugs?
- Hair plugs.

What?

Yeah.

I'm sorry. Yes.

Ah...

Can I look in Tom's office?

Any communications with
Sonya could be helpful.

Yeah.
Go for your life.

Thanks.

Steroids?

Medrol?

Steroids.

It helped with Tom's
Crohn's disease,

curbed all the nausea
and vomiting from the road food.

Mm.

And Jason blamed the minibar.

- Who?
- What you got there?

- Cheers.
- Ooh.

Which is
totally not true by the way,

so I go up to him and I, and I
get right up in his face...

and I go, "By your logic,
we should still be using coal

"and riding horses and,
and burning women at the stake

because technology
is witchcraft!"

Witchcraft.

The most efficient
known superconductor

is slightly unstable
we make it stable.

We don't settle for mediocrity!

- Well, I'm really proud of you.
- Oh, stop.

No, I am. Really.

There's so many people just...

grinch about the world
and... don't lift a finger.

But you're really out there
doing... stuff. Real stuff.

Oh, yeah.
So are you.

Nah. It's not the same.

You protect people.

You know, I remember that time
that you were, um...

obsessed with mummies?

Don't say it like that.

You make me sound like a psycho.

Yeah, and you had that
Barbie doll

and you tried to pull
it's organs out.

Not listening.
Shut up.

And then you wrapped her in
toilet paper and you buried--

In the time capsule.
Yes. I was very cool.

Psycho.

Didn't we, um...

bury that next to your...

No.

- Don't be silly.
- Don't. No.

- Immature.
- Don't think about it.

No. Don't you.
Don't you.

Don't.
No, we shouldn't.

Never.

- Ah!
- Shh!

I'm okay! I'm okay!

Okay. Spade!
Give me the spade!

Shh!

Shush yourself. Ohh!

Maybe it's back there.

Where the hell
was the lemon tree?

- Ready for this?
- Ah, wait.

- Ah, no, okay.
- Okay.

Nefertiti Barbie!

Ah, there is still something

very cool about the pharaohs

being buried with everything

they need in their next life.

Everything they loved.

"Pen licenses granted

to Alexa Crowe
and Eleanor Labner."

- Mm.
- Congrats.

Deck of cards.

You're such a cheat.

That's what cards are for.

"I promise to listen
to my best friend.

"I promise to be honest at all
times with my best friend.

"I promise to never keep
anything from my best friend.

"I promise to remain
in touch at all times,

and be best friends forever."

My mama gave your mama
a punch in the nut.

"Signed, Alexa and Eleanor."

Run, run.

I could sue you for
breach of contract.

What happened?

I came back from camp
and you were just... gone.

We moved.

We moved a lot.

You know that house was
the longest I'd been anywhere

up until high school.

I'm sorry. I should've tried
harder to say goodbye.

Mm.

You're here now.

And it's not true, by the way!

I did not cheat every time.

Hah, I think
it's easier to count the times

that you didn't cheat than
the times that you did.

Oh, yes.

Hold on.

Alexa!
- Mm?

Well, that was exciting.

I've never been
questioned before.

I wish you'd told me
that isn't the first time

the neighbours have
complained about you.

Like, before we
jumped over the fence.

He's a confabulator.

You...

You put a death threat
in his mailbox--

It wasn't a threat.

"The planet would be better off
without you on it."

That's not a threat.

He's in oil.
It's a quantifiable fact.

Let me see.
Whoa!

Blood alcohol through the roof.

- "Breaking and entering--
- We didn't break anything.

"Aggravated assault
of a landscaped lawn.

- That was her.
- You're looking at 20 to life.

Very funny. Okay. Harry, this
is Eleanor. Eleanor, Harry.

Good to meet you.

Maybe lay off
the property damage, eh?

And no more death threats.

It wasn't a threat!
It was a casual observation.

Well, you are free to leave.

I'm staying a bit.
Bye-bye.

I'll see you at our next
aggravated assault.

Can't wait.

- I kind of like her.
- Okay.

I think I have a
motive for Sonya.

Right.
What do you need?

I need the knife that killed
Eleanor's husband.

Well, I promised you a kiss.

W-w-wait, wait.
Go back.

Just play that again.

Go back.

There.

She didn't touch
the knife after.

And Tom tested it
before the scene began.

So whatever she did
to that knife--

She did it on stage.

Alexa's miche bread!

Ha! The machine worked!

Gluten free?

It's delicious, so no.

Hey.

Have you got any watermelons?

Alright, I'm starting
to feel kinda dumb.

What if it's as simple
as jamming the knife?

Ah! Ahh!

Whoever so pulls that knife
from the watermelon

shall be the king of England.

Okay. So she can jam it,
but how does she un-jam it?

So she jams it...

when it's hidden
in her costume...

and...

Mm-hmm.

Now drop it.

So it doesn't un-jam on impact.

So if she wanted to unjam it,

she'd have to push back.

And see, she didn't
have the time

nor the forearm strength
to do that.

Maybe it was an accident.

Maybe there were two knives.

And one swapped one
for the other.

Jason!

Hey.
Hi.

- Maddie's friend.
- Yeah.

Yeah.
Good show last night?

Ah, there was more people
in the crowd than on the stage,

that's always a win.

Good.

- Can I tell you something?
- Sure.

First time I saw you,
I said to Madison,

that guy is way too good looking

to be working lights.

You should go on stage more.

Yeah.

How long have you been
with the theatre?

Few years. Um...

Yeah, I-I met Tom when we were

doing a community theatre
thing at UNI.

Oh, you got on?

Yeah, he taught me a lot.

I looked at the video...
of the Russell show.

And I've gotta say, you were
a bit of a hero that night.

You were on stage before anybody
realized anything had happened.

How'd you know Tom wasn't acting
when he was stabbed?

I'd seen him do that bit
a thousand times.

I knew something was wrong.

Well, it's good that
you're here for Sonya.

- I mean you're close, I assume.
- Yeah.

'Cause you perform together,
eat together, tour together.

Gosh, if I was your girlfriend,
I'd be really jealous.

Yeah, Sonya's like
a sister to me.

Hey, I've gotta
finish setting up.

I'm gonna make you a promise.

I'm gonna do right by you.
And I'm gonna do right by Sonya.

I'm going to find out
who killed Tom.

Cross my heart.

Oh, Jason.

Better tie those shoe laces.

- Safety hazard and all.
- Yeah.

Many happy returns.

Well, you can have it for
a bit longer if you like.

Reuben, do you know
why I bake bread?

'Cause you can't make cakes?

It's my thinking time.

And this little baby
sounds like it's a chainsaw

hacking up a body
every time I turn it on.

And how do you know
what hacking up a body

with a chainsaw sounds like?

Oh, I just close my eyes
and imagine.

Well, for what it's worth,

your miche was fantastic.

Ugh, It's not you, honey.
It's her.

Code. I love code.

Writing it, breaking it,

whilst I'm computing,
or commuting.

A Colossus.

Something that rhymes
with Colossus.

I'm chic, I'm a freak,

I'm a geek, I'm g...

- Hey.
- Why do you sound out of breath?

- I'm jogging.
- Okay, look.

I need you to look into
the communications

between Sonya and Jason.

Everything like phone calls,
texts, emails,

everything going back
the last six months.

What are you thinking?
He set her up?

Yeah, maybe.

Framing a girl for murder.
Great way to win her heart.

Just look for anything
suggesting

that he might've wanted her
out of the way with Tom.

Copy that!

How's Madison's
performance thing coming?

For slam poetry?

The what?

You didn't hear it from me.

What on earth rhymes
with Colossus?

Eleanor?
One second!

- Busy time?
- Ah, just more...

No, no. You-you don't
want to know. Come in.

Look, I'm afraid that, uh,
we might've jumped the gun.

- In what way?
- On Sonya.

We're now looking
at the tech guy. Jason.

I think he might have
swapped the prop knife

for the actual murder weapon.
Did Tom ever mention him?

Um. No, I don't think so.

Anything. Tension.
Disagreements. Fights--

Well, what about... the money
and the affair?

Are you sure it's not the girl?

The, umm, oh, the mechanics
of the whole thing don't work.

She couldn't...

Stop!

You said you didn't know him.

Alexa--

If I asked my friend, Harry,
to go over there and check,

will he find Jason at home
with his big white shoes on?

He thought you were going
to pin Tom's death on him.

Then he's smarter than he looks.

Oh, Alexa, he's just a kid!

He's old enough
to sleep with, evidently.

Is that his toothbrush
in your bathroom?

It's not serious.

Tom, he...

God, he went through every girl
in this bloody city

who gave him half a look. What?

I'm-I'm just supposed
to sit there--

So you slept with a techie
to get back at him.

It's...

Jason is just an over-attached
stress ball.

- How over-attached?
Oh, God.

Alexa, it's not serious.

I don't care how serious
you think this is.

And I don't care
who you sleep with.

But I care about
you lying to me.

- I didn't.
- You lied!

I am on the brink
of revolutionizing

photovoltaics'
in this country.

What's that got
to do with anything?

It's my reputation.
It's this company's reputation.

It's the years I've spent
working my arse off...

building it up.
I am not gonna let this--

- Murder?
- Ugliness put me under.

This company is my life.

Did Jason tell you
he didn't do it?

No, and I didn't ask him.

He's not capable of it.

You know, my friend Harry
might need

a little confirmation of that.

You did say
he was "over-attached."

- Alexa--
- Would he kill for you?

You know, maybe Jason's
just another grifter?

Like he sets his sights on
a rich, older woman,

but Tom's in the way.

He slides in as
the trophy husband.

And then he swaps
Sonya's prop knife

off stage for a real one,
Sonya goes back on--

Stab, stab, stab.

And he takes advantage of
all the chaos

to swap the murder weapon
for a real knife.

Well, bingo. What you've got
there is a freak accident.

Good theory.

All it really proves is that
everyone's having a lot of sex.

Oh, and everyone's
losing their hair.

- What?
- Yeah. Jason's going bald.

Tom paid for hair plugs.

Male pattern baldness
is a problem.

That's some good detective work.

Hang on.

Tom wants a divorce,

and Eleanor didn't want to give
him half of everything.

Oh, no, no, no. S-she supported
him for 20 years.

Yeah. And he dumped her
for a UNI grad.

And then she had to give up

half of her house,
half of her company--

She was in Wellington.
She wasn't even around.

She wouldn't have needed to be

if she was in on it
with her toy boy.

You're wrong.

I know she's a mate, but...

I'm not here to fight.

And I'm not a murderer.

I see that tonight
is gonna be your last show.

Yeah. I guess I'll have
to find a real job now.

You should go professional.
You're certainly good enough.

Break a leg.

Jason. Here, catch.

Eleanor told me
about you and her.

We like each other. Big deal.

Obsession can be a big deal.
It makes people blind.

I'm not obsessed.

Well, I think you might be.
So does Eleanor.

Can you stop hassling her?
She's having a hard time.

You switched the knives,
didn't you?

You know innocent people
are usually very quick

to deny it when they've been
accused of murder.

I didn't murder anyone.

Well, technically, no.
I guess not.

You know?
Sonya did it.

Can't prove
it wasn't an accident.

I've known other people
who killed for love.

And they are eaten up,
year after year.

Guilt, anger, fear.

Well, you've got
a lot of years left.

How do you wanna live them?

There's nothing,
Sonya only ever texted

Jason about her dinner order.

Yeah, I figured.
I think she's just a patsy.

I kinda kinda feel sorry
for her. Where are you now?

Oh, I'm shopping.

You think you could pick me up
a new pair of shoes?

Hey, isn't that your friend?

Sing! Goddess.

- Sorry.
- Of the rage of my womb!

So, what time are you going on?

- Reuben told you.
- He did.

The next murder you'll be
solving is gonna be his.

You're not going
to let me see you perform?

Oh, shut up!

Serial cheater Tom might've
been wiping his history

more than he brushed his teeth,
but lucky for us, the metadata

gives us access to Eleanor's
entire network traffic.

Date range?

Oh, everything in
the last six months,

including the search history.

So many dead trees.
What are we looking for?

Any and all communications
between Eleanor and Jason.

I need to know that
she wasn't involved.

Well, you're no help.

Get off that please,
Mr. Chowder. Thank you.

Oh, puss...

Are you alright?

No.

I just... feel you
deserve an explanation

about why I went away
without saying goodbye.

That summer,
my parents sprang it on me.

And when we settled down again,
I wrote letters

but I didn't think you'd
forgive me for leaving that way.

So... I waited and then, you
know, it had just been too long.

Well, I prefer connecting like
this than a high school reunion.

What colour do you call that?

Hmm. Cobalt?

Don't ask me, I only paint

'cause I don't wanna go
to therapy.

I thought you did this
because you had left over paint.

Mm. Same thing.

It's not cobalt.
It's not indigo.

It's not navy.

It's Prussian Blue.

Hey, you know the other night
you said that you were

working using
new superconductors.

You know the one you got into a
fight about at the conference.

Are you interrogating me
about photovoltaics'?

I got into mummies
because you were into mummies.

I'm interested in
what you're interested in.

Please don't take
this the wrong way,

but it's probably a
little over your head.

Thallium's a superconductor,
isn't it?

The poisoner's poison.

And Prussian Blue
is the only known antidote.

Did you order it
because you thought

you might accidentally
poison yourself

or because you might change
your mind about killing Tom?

- What?
- Yeah.

I guess it doesn't matter now.
Poor bastard's dead anyway.

- What are you talking about?
- Nausea, vomiting.

The symptoms are easy to cover
up if he's got something else

like Crohn's disease.

This is madness.

And it got worse,

to the point where
he was on steroids.

You know a more interesting

symptom of thallium poisoning
is hair loss,

that's why he asked
his girlfriend

for 20 grand for hair plugs.

Did you like that?

A little side effect,
straight to the ego.

I wasn't here.

- I was in Wellington--
- Wellington.

Hey, uh, look
at what's in my bag.

Go on.

It's good.

You dug up Tom?

You laced
his stage makeup.

And after he died,
you buried it with him.

Along with everything
else he loved.

Just like your pharaohs.

Oh, we disinterred
Tom's grave this morning.

It's a lot of
circumstantial evidence.

All that... and a bag of hair.

That's from the hairbrush
in your bathroom. There's more.

But it's down the lab
being tested right now.

- Though that's not Tom's.
- No. It's Jason's.

The effects of low grade
thallium poison

only show up weeks
after exposure.

So all those shows where
Jason filled in for Tom...

wearing Tom's makeup...

How could you do it?

I mean your house.
Your company.

Was it worth
your husband's life?

Yes.

You know that Jason caused
the stabbing, don't you?

Yeah, he did.

And if he hadn't, you might've
gotten away with it.

Jason stabbed him, but your
poison made sure Tom died.

How's that for cosmic irony?

You okay?

What are you gonna do
with Jason?

- We're interviewing him.
- Oh, he'll break.

The guilt is chewing him up
from the inside.

Do you need a ride home?

Nah, there's something
I've gotta do first.

Oh, hi! Maddie's friend!

- Hello.
- I'm Raf!

Try to keep the poetry
to a dull roar, would you?

I'm taking a bath.

♪ Yeah-hee ♪

♪ Come on ♪