All language subtitles for Murder.S04E06.iNTERNAL

Alexa Crowe.
I thought it must be you.

Enzo, you're still working
as a courier?

Yeah, I love it.

There's a certain joy
in delivering parcels

and letters
that people really want.

The moment when
the recipient receives it,

the expression
on their face...

I mean, it makes all
the road rage worth while.

Something wrong?

Wedding invitation
looked like to me.

Weddings are such
joyous occasions.

Two weeks ago.
Bugger.

Well, look, that envelope

was... was... was second on my
list was after a parcel

that was destined
for the very top of the island,

and I delivered
that in record time,

and I was on my way back,
and I noticed the lighthouse

wasn't lighting up
anything at all.

So, you know,
it was a stormy night.

I couldn't have any shipwrecks
on my hands,

so I couldn't just drive on
and leave the sea unlit.

So I stopped the van and I
climbed up the spiral staircase.

It was pitch black. Lit me up
the torch from my phone.

I got there and I
discovered a seagull

in the...
in the lantern room

and it was... was trapped,
distressed.

So I freed the bird.
I fixed the beacon,

and the local community
was so grateful

that they asked me to stay on
and advise them

on various other matters.

So, I mean,
what could I say?

I say bull.

This was probably
stuck on the bottom of your bag

for the last couple
of months.

I noticed the wedding's
in Queenstown.

Who was getting
married anyway?

My mother.

Oh.

Enzo, you're beautiful
and I love you.

What?

Oh, uh...
Toodle-oo.

Happy to help.

Why are you so chipper?

Ever have one of those days

where you feel like you
just dodged a bullet?

Yeah, I think
I know what you mean.

Remember
that botched robbery

at an organic coconut
oil business a few months ago?

Yeah, both the owners
were shot,

and one of them
didn't make it.

Ropati Tavu'i.

Him and his business partner,
Chris Sanders,

they interrupted an intruder
at their store,

Tipoula Oil.

Chris suffered a serious
flesh wound, but he survived.

We've got no murder weapon.
We've got no CCTV footage.

We've got no arrests.

Case is going cold,

and we've got
a traumatized family.

Give me the details
of the crime.

Apparently, Ropati
was in the store room

and Chris was in the shop.

He heard a gunshot,
came running in.

The intruder was still there.
There was a kerfuffle.

Chris ended up with a bullet
in his foot.

Chris can't give you an ID?

He said it was too dark,

it happened too fast,
and the shooter got away.

Chris called 111,
but Ropati was gone

by the time
ambos and police arrived.

What the heck were these guys
doing at the store so late?

They were there to do
a bit of work and unwind

after a fundraiser
for their cultural group.

It's in there.

Ropati had a lot of mana.

He was well loved
and respected by his community,

and it seems, by his family.

Seems?

Ropati's cousin,

Setu Tavu'i.

He manages the cultural group,
and now he's got another job.

Oh, he inherited Ropati's share
of the family business?

You got it.
And he doesn't have an alibi.

Didn't join the couple
after the fundraiser.

Said he went home
and watched TV.

No imagination.

Reckon you can help
a family find closure?

Eme Tavu'i.
That's Ropati's mum.

She's the kind of woman
that everyone calls Auntie.

You know? She's devastated.

She needs answers.

Harry.

Dig a little deeper into the
family's financials, would you?

I want to know if anyone
gained from Ropati's death.

All right. I'll see if digital
forensics missed anything.

Oh, and Setu's
streamer account, too.

Well, the team at the station
confirmed it was

in use that night, but maybe
Setu just left it playing.

It's the Tavu'i Dance Group.
- Yeah.

Ah, you're looking into
what happened to Ropati Tavu'i.

Did you know him?

Well, my nana's from
the same village as his mum.

For Samoans,
family is everything.

I'm about to visit a family
who've lost one of their own.

Oh.

Just don't go empty
handed, okay?

Oh.
Thanks for the tip.

Actually, you don't want
to go visit family, do you?

Okay, so I know a little bit
about the culture,

but have you got
any tips for this palagi?

Uh, well, don't interrupt
any elders when they're talking,

and, um, eat any food
that's given to you.

Eat food. Got it.

Ropati always
thought of others.

He was clever. He was loyal.
He loved his Fa'a Samoa.

Hi, Auntie.

This is my palagison.
This is Chris.

Malo.Hi.

Hi, Chris.

You know, I'm so glad police
are finally doing more.

Alexa, ask any questions.

Feel free to look
around the house.

Make yourself at home.

Thanks very much, Eme.

Chris, I know this is hard
to talk about, but I need

to hear your version of events
the night that Ropati died.

Um...

Me and Pati were just going back
to the store

to return some product,

um, have a drink, unwind,

and, uh,
Pati went to the store room,

and I was pouring myself
a whiskey.

And then
there was a loud bang.

I just thought
he might have dropped something.

And then there was
another bang.

So I ran and, um,

Pati was on the floor,
and there was someone there,

but there was another bang,
and then the person left.

Um...

Um, Pati wasn't moving,

and I didn't even know
I'd been hit.

I couldn't even feel it
until I tried to move.

Um, I was just...

I was just staring
at my bro.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Hey, hey.
It's not your fault, my son.

Did Setu expect to inherit
Ropati's share of the business?

Setu's thing's
the dance group,

but he was always
going to be the go-to guy

if anything happened to me
or Pati.

It's a family business.

You've been part of
this family a long time, huh?

I've been living in
the sleep-out since I was 12,

ever since Emma took pity
on Pati's scrawny little friend

with the bare feet
and hungry tummy.

I'll take that.

Good to see you.
Come through any time.

Seriously. No stress.

Thank you.

Cheers.
- See ya.

Ooh-la-la.

So Setu inheriting half
the business is not a surprise.

But the business
isn't his passion.

That's the dance troupe.

Speaking of, I combed through
Setu's financials

just after Ropati died.

There was a deposit of $5,000
from the dance group's account

into Setu's personal account,

then he withdraws the lot.

Uniforms? A tour?

Well, five days after,
the whole lot's

deposited back
into his account,

and then he transfers it back
to the dance group.

So he needed cash.
Check the Tipoula
store accounts.

Hey, we agreed to recycle.
Is this a wedding invitation?

Yeah. We also agreed
not to be nosy parkers.

"You are cordially
invited to the..."

Is this your mum?
Your mum's getting married?

Got married.
Two weeks ago.

Wait, you didn't go?

Good noticing.

Why not?

I am taking out
the recycling.

Amazing.
I'll put some aside for you.

Thank you.

Talofa.

Oh. Talofa.

Setu Tavu'i?
Alexa Crowe.

I'm very sorry
for the loss of your cousin.

I'd like to ask you a few
questions, if you don't mind.

I've got a question for you.

Why are the cops
bothering my family?

Well, Auntie Eme
doesn't see it as bothering.

She sees it
as helping.

Another one.

What's the average time
it takes for them

to solve crimes
for Samoan people?

Is there a variance
based on ethnicity?

Listen, I can't comment...

Yeah, you can't comment on it
because there's a lack of police

stats necessary to quantify
rates of bias in this country.

Listen. I'm not
with the police, all right?

I'm a consultant of sorts.
A satellite.

So just let me go in there

and look around the premises,
all right?

Oh.

So warm in here.

Some people wear glycerin
to the coconut oil

to keep it in
its liquid state.

Uh-huh.

Pati and Chris keep theirs
in a heated room.

Oil stays pure.
Sells better.

Yeah.

Yo, am I good
or am I good?

We got two buyers back.
They like the new direction.

Wish I could see
Fia Collins' face

when she finds out
about the rebrand.

Bro, I'll take it
down myself.

Chris? Hi.

Hello, Alexa.

Hi.
Hey, who's Fia Collins?

A fiapoko.
What?

Just someone who thinks she's in
competition to our business.

Monga monga.

But we got a big
old can of fly spray.

Damn right.

Well, Tipoula looks like
it's doing really well.

Well, thank you very much
for letting me look around.

Please. Any time.

A monga monga.

Monga...

Setu's streamer account
was active on his home computer

around the time of
Ropati's murder.

But that doesn't mean he was
actually there, right?

I mean, streaming stops
after a while

if you don't
touch the controls.

Yeah, 90 minutes
or three episodes.

So did it?

No, but he could have turned
on the series, gone out,

and then arrived back in time
to click on episode four.

Okay, we have to question
Setu again.

He's going to love it.
Not.

I can go.

I've got
a new interview technique

I want to try out.

Done.
Right.

Hey, check this out.

There is a successful Fijian
cosmetics company called Fia.

The owner, Fia Collins,
is in competition with Tipoula,

but operates
on a much bigger scale.

I look for potential
in startups,

and I use my knowledge
and experience

to nurture and
secure their success.

Knock, knock! Just thought I'd
stop by and see

if there was any
of Eme's pani popo left.

As if.

You know, business doesn't
have to be cutthroat.

What's Fia Collins
got to do with anything?

Do you know
everyone?

Successful, intelligent,
gorgeous

Fijian-Pacific
businesswoman.

How can I not?

Oh, mega-fan.

Well, she hires Pasifika people
and treats them pretty well.

Quite inspiring for
a businessman like myself.

What's a monga monga?

It's a cockroach. Why?

Well Setu and Chris use
that word in connection

with your business hero here.

Well... hush.

They must have a reason.

What if Fia was
taking advantage of the tragedy

to acquire
Tipoula Oil?
Nah.

Fia's all about
nurturing small business, right?

But what if a small business
doesn't want to be nurtured?

I mean, what happens
if you say no to Fia Collins?

That's a gorgeous product.
Perfect for you.

These have just come in.

Smell this.

Fia Collins?

Hi, my name's
Alexa Crow.

Oh, we don't accept
unsolicited sales pitches.

Well, I'm sure glad
that's not what I'm here for.

I've been watching you
from afar,

and I want to write your profile
for our magazine, "Image".

Never heard of it.

Well, it's kind of niche,

but our readership
is growing exponentially,

and I think you would
be great on our cover.

Can you make a little time?

Right. You need to be
committed to doing

what's right
as opposed to easy.

You know, if I live my life
to the fullest

and, you know,
achieve my goals,

then I set an example
to those around me.

And when you take over
these smaller businesses... Collaborate.

So those small business owners
are partners in all of this?

We are all architects
of our lives and businesses.

You know, unfortunately,
some of them don't have

the staying power that I do.

Right.

What about Tipoula Oils?

Oh. Cute little startup.
Nothing to do with me.

Oh, I heard that
you were interested

in collaborating with them.

Who'd you hear that from? From the owners.

So did you plan
to take over Tipoula Oils

before or after
Ropati Tavu'i's murder?

Security, to my office place.
Yeah.

You know, my business dealings
are confidential.

You can leave now.

Security will help you
find your way.

Well, another time.

Yeah.

Let's take five.

Yeah. Malo.

Malo.
Oh. Malo.

How can I help?

I'm Madison,
a colleague of Alexa Crowe's.

You've got no shame.

You interview me
like a criminal at work,

and now in front
of my dance group.

Would others are finding out
about money shifting

add to any shame?

Look, I never wanted
Ropati's share of Tipoula.

I'd rather have him back.

Where were you
the night Ropati died?

Home. Watching TV.

And what were
you watching?

"Squid Game".Oh, I love "Squid Game".

What's the main character
known as?

Uh, Player 456.

And what color
are the players' uniforms? Green.

Who died at the end
of episode three?

Uh...
I don't think
you watched that episode.

I think you pressed play,
and then you left.

Maybe I fell asleep.

Oh, who falls asleep
during "Squid Game"?

Okay, I see you, Olivia Pope.

Gorgeous and smart.

Well, the two
were never mutually exclusive.

So what's been happening
with the dance group's money?

Hey what's up?

Setu's overwhelmed
by Tipoula responsibilities.

The money he moved
was apparently for new uniforms,

but the deal fell through,
so he put it back.

Do you buy that?

I don't know. Their current
uniforms look good to me.

All right.
Keep pressing him on

any connection to Fia Collins,
all right?

Oh, hey.
Gotta go.

Come in.

Guess who is
their mother's favorite son?

Their mother's only son.

Uh, favorite child, then.

You went to the wedding.

Of course I went.
It's in beautiful Queenstown.

Mountains, scenery
everywhere you turn,

free piss.

Anyway,
why weren't you there?

Didn't get the invitation
in time.

Mom said she tried to
call you a few times.

Is that right? Well, I guess
I missed those calls.

Oh, come on, what,
are you gonna make me guess

what your problem is?

Is it with Mum?

Weddings in general?
People in general?

Oh, I know.
It's love and happiness

you don't like,
isn't it?

All I need to hear from you

is why somebody would knick
money from a not for profit,

transfer it,
and then transfer it back

into the original account
a week later.

Guilty conscience?

It's not something
I'm familiar with.

Anything else?

Maybe a financial advisor

might help themselves
to a client's money

with the intention
of investing it and doubling it.

Then they might put
the original amount back

and keep the profits.

Ah.

Could go to jail for that.

Sore point, sis.

Sore point.

One more question.

How lucrative is running
a dance group these days?

It's kind of none
of your business.

Well, I'm going to take
a gamble and ask anyway.

I bet you must have felt
like you hit the jackpot

when you won enough
to pay Ropati's debt

and to replace the money you
borrowed from your tautua.

See where I'm going
with this?

He swore it was a one-off.
He was desperate.

His mate had this hot tip
about a horse race that came in.

Setu cleared his debts.

Personal debts?

That's what he said.

Well, maybe Tipoula Store
wasn't doing as well

as they're all saying.

Setu uses
the dance group's money

to get Tipoula
out of trouble?

Hmm.
What are we doing here,
by the way?

A little after hours
shopping.

And everyone thinks Will
is the problem child.

What about you, tech wiz? You
knew how to trip an alarm.

Yeah, yeah.

What are we looking
for, anyway?

Well, I noticed
a safe and Fia's office.

We're safe crackers now? No, no.

No crack. Just open.

Oh, my life.

Just take one if
it's going to help you focus.

They're free samples.

A neodymium magnet
would be handy.

Not that you want one
laying around the house.

They interfere with devices
and appliances.

Mm-hmm.
And pacemakers.

But if you want to crack
into a safe

without a combination or rare
earth magnets, a foolproof hack.

What are you doing?

Alexa.

Rare earth magnet,
indeed.

Definitely
the problem child.

I'll get us a copy
of what's on her laptop.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Looks like it's
a business plan of some sort.

Come on.
Who still keeps paper copies?

Wait, these product labels
look almost identical

to Chris and Ropati's
Eme label.

How would Fia end up
with these plans?

A copy-acquire-kill.
Eh?

Larger companies
acquire smaller ones

to gain exclusive access
to a product,

and then after acquisition,
they kill the product,

thereby suppressing potential
rivals and free market dynamics.

It's economics 101, baby.

If you are a competitor
who doesn't like competition...

You really think
that Fia Collins

went to Tipoula
with a gun?

Maybe she took this copy-kill
thing a little too seriously.

When does this woman sleep?

Fia Collins, she's speaking
at this conference,

at that workshop.
There's so many e-mails.

Wait, do you think
Auntie Eme

uses coconut oil or butter?

In her pani popo.
Ah.

Ooh! Hold the bus.

There's an e-mail from
Ropati Tavu'i.

Actually, there's several.

When?
Four months ago.

Fia's all happy, happy,
chatty, chatty

about their
wonderful products,

and Ropati is stoked to hear it
and keen to talk numbers.

Did she offer a buyout?

Ah. Ropati wanted a deposit.
30K.

For that,
she wanted business plans

and the designs
for their new Eme range.

Which she still has.

Did you see $30,000 go into
Tipoula's accounts

or Ropati's?

And guess what happened
after Ropati sent the designs?

She ghosted him.
He sent e-mail after e-mail.

No reply.
And no money.

So much for ethical
business practice, Fia.

But if Fia had
the Eme product plans,

she didn't need to break
into Tipoula.

Maybe Ropati threatened
to go public

with her dirty tactics.

Well, the last e-mail does say
she'll regret betraying him.

That sounds like
a threat to me.

What lengths would Fia
go to to silence Ropati?

Oh, Fia.

Excuse me.

Our copy-acquire-kill tactics

part of
your ethical business approach?

Is trespassing
and thieving part of yours?

You missed one of my
security cameras. Nice lipstick.

Now, you wanted in on
Tipoula

because they were succeeding
in the organic coconut market.

So you started discussions
to purchase,

but, Ropati
was too trusting.

He sent you the plans
for his entire range.

What did you do?

You never transferred
the deposit that you promised.

You stole his ideas and you
developed your own product.

Show me the contract.

Oh, you can't,
because there isn't one.

Did Ropati
threaten to expose you?

Was that it? I'm a businesswoman.

I kill the competition,
not people.

And if you two
don't leave right now,

I'll show the police
last night's footage.

Your reputation is far too
important to you to report us.

Otherwise, you would
have done it already.

Oh, definitely this one.Yeah. That's good.

Harry?
Sorry about this.

Not a good time, I'm afraid.

Oh.
No, no, be right there.

I'll be back for this one.

Oh, Mads, this case
is getting hotter.

Whoa!
Yeah.

Setu and Chris went for lunch.

Came back 20 minutes later.
Car was up in flames.

Well, it's got
to be related, right?

Well, someone.
Got away with murder.

Do you really think they're
going to come back to the scene

of the crime
and light a fire?

Right. So forensics have done
their thing already?

Yeah, I think
it's a random act,

but you're welcome to see
if we've missed anything.

Ha-ha.

Eme. Hello, Alexa.

You made a police report?

Yes, I have,

but Chris
has something more to tell them.

Um, I dropped
a cigarette in the car.

So, this is all my fault.

Setu,
I'll cover the rehearsal

and you stay here
and sort out this mess.

Alexa, could you come with
me, please?

Chris has a sister.
Vanessa. Calls herself Vinnie.

Their family lived on our street
when they were all little kids.

Those poor kids. They were left
to their own devices

all the time.
Never any food.

So Chris came
to live with you?

We tried with Vinnie, but she
wanted to stay with her mother.

Yeah.
Now she's like a human tornado.

Trail of destruction
and debts.

So you're saying that

this Vinnie
is responsible for the arson?

All I can say
is Chris doesn't smoke.

Never has for 10 years.

Wow. Vinnie Sanders
never went to a business

she didn't want to leave
a bad review about.

What's her issue?

Well, she seems to be getting
ripped off, treated rudely,

or discriminated
against everywhere she goes.

Okay, I'm here at the Pine
View Organic Groceries,

where I have just been
verbally abused by the owner.

Please leave.
- Yeah, I'm gonna leave.

I'm gonna leave because
I'm not going to spend

my money in this dump.

You don't spend money.
You just eat

all the free fruit for
the kids.

Yeah. Why shouldn't
I eat the free fruit?

It's for the kids.
- Yeah, well, I call bullsh...

Mm. She seems lovely.

Could she turn
that explosiveness on Ropati?

I'm guessing I'm going
to find out.

Yes, you are.

Oh, what? Why me?

'Cause you're so good at it.

I did do pretty brilliantly
with Setu, didn't I?

All right.

"Hey, Vinnie,
I'm Madison.

I outsource service reviews
for various publications,

and your reviews are exactly
what we're looking for.

Do you want to meet up
for a coffee?"

That's what
I'm talking about.

What do you do
for a living?

Mm. I'm a promo girl.

I mostly, like, just look nice
and hand out these fliers

at the waterfront
for this new bar.

I was gonna move
to Surfer's Paradise to be,

like, one of those,
like, bikini meter maids,

but turns out I couldn't leave
the country.

Unpaid
parking fines or something.

And what about your job
before this one?

Oh, I worked for my brother,
um, at Tipoula Store.

They sell coconut oil.

Hey, didn't somebody die
at Tipoula Store a while ago?

There was a robbery
or something.

Hey, do you reckon these
fries are smaller than normal?

I'm gonna complain,
I reckon.

So you don't want to talk about
how Ropati died?

Or we could talk about
how much cash

you're going to pay me
for my reviews.

Sure.
Bullcrap.

I know a liar
when I meet one.

Where were you when
the robbery went down?

No way. You're a cop.

I'm a consultant.

Well, I was shopping.

I've got the designer heels
to prove it.

You got a receipt?

Who keeps receipts?

But that transaction,

It'll be in your
bank statements, right?

Look, I didn't shoot them, okay?
You crazy.

I didn't.
But did you set
their company car on fire?

How dare you.

There's CCTV footage,
Vinnie.

Yeah, but I'm wearing a hat. Sorry?

She's wearing a hat.
The person who did it.

So there's no actual proof.
You know what?

I don't actually like being
treated like I'm a criminal.

I'm going to the bathroom
to calm down.

Your friend forgot
to pay the bill.

Chris, you knew
that Fia Collins

was planning a takeover, right?

Are you joking?

That is... That's our design.
That is our brand.

"Nau" is the Fijian word
of affection for mother.

And your brand
was named after Eme,

so that's some pretty blatant
copycatting, isn't it?

We use authentic cold
pressed coconut oil,

whereas Fia Collins,
she adds glycerin to hers

just so that it stays liquid.

Spread that to
the coconut vine.

Chris, are you sure that you
and Setu had no idea?

Because I heard
you talking about Fia Collins

the other day.
Yeah.

Because she's always been
jealous of our success.

Clearly.

Hmm.

Then she did a runner
and left me with the bill.

Vinnie Sanders
is a nightmare.

Is she a "kill someone"
type of nightmare?

Well, she tells lies,
plays the victim,

and doesn't have an alibi.

All right, if she wasn't
shopping, where was she?

Oh, surely it's your turn.

Double down,
Madison. You got this.

Okay, I will channel
my inner Alexa.

At least I know
where to find her.

Atta girl.

Some pani popo
for my brilliant bilingual mate.

Trilingual.
I speak Tongan as well.

Well, I just wanted to ask
my brilliant trilingual friend

if you could translate
a phrase for me.

Not bad at all.

I mean, it's nothing
compared to my mum's.

Yeah, well,
I wouldn't think so.

What?

This should be "o le ala
i le pulea le tautua".

"The path to leadership
is through service."

That's like
a well-known proverb.

Right. Well, that's
the inspiration

behind Tipoula's Eme
product range.

Oh, no, no, no,
that's not good.

That's rude.

No.
Mm-hmm.

This is
"o le ala i le puo le tautua".

Translated...

No.

I want proof for your alibi

or consider yourself
a murder suspect.

Prove to me
that you were shopping.

O-M-G.
You're brutal.

Thanks. I'm working on it.

Malo.
Just one question.

I'm done with
this harassment.

Oh, you'll get harassment

when people
hear what you did to Tipoula.

We have had
this conversation.

It is not economic espionage
when someone willingly sends you

their company's
confidential information

without having legal
protection in place.

I mean,
that is stupid business.

And as a woman, I have to be 10
times better than any idiot man.

Word.
Woman in the police force.

Try adding "brown"
to the list.

Got it.

So were your business dealings
only with Ropati?

Yes, and I assumed
he spoke for all.

Never met him in person?

No. Only ever
by e-mail.

I mean, it's easy
to stab someone in the back

when you don't have
to look them in the eye.

And to clarify...
metaphor.

And that was two questions.

Ooh. Mummy's home.

Who let you in? Don't need a key.

So I figured it out.

You skipped Mum's wedding

because you never got over
the big family split.

Good one.

You, sis,
have daddy issues.

Nah.

Okay, well, what, then?

Well, it's
the fourth wedding.

We'll go to the next one.

Well, maybe
it'll be fourth time lucky.

Nah, she got lucky
the second time.

Hey?

Yeah, that first step-dad...
he was a good one.

I mean, he was even good
at handling me.

And let's face it,
I wasn't the easiest kid,

but then he was gone.
Ooh.

You got step-daddy issues.
That's even worse.

Let's face it,
they're not obliged

to stay in touch, are they?

Mm.

Alexa, is this...

Uh, are we having
a vulnerable moment?

Get your hand
off it, Will.

Rusty's a good guy.

He's originally
from the South Island.

What kind of name is Rusty?

It's a nickname on account of
the bullet fragment in his butt.

Hey?
Yeah. True story.

In the '70s, him and a colleague
were on a sheep station

or something
down in Glenorchy,

borrowing some sheep,
among other things...

Wait. Our mother
is married to a sheep rustler.

Of course she is.

Anyway, they were being

chased by the property owner
with his gun,

and poor old Rusty
took a bullet to the bum.

Well, she's really
outdone herself this time,

or maybe just
reverting to type.

Anyway, they couldn't get
to a hospital in time

because they had to hide out
for 12 hours,

so his mate pried the bullet
from his bum

with a pair of pliers.

Can you imagine?

Was this
in the wedding speech?

Maybe I should have come.

No, no. It was. We all had
to raise a glass of rum

because that's what got him
through... his flask of rum

to numb the bum.

You'd love him.

How much liquor do
you think that would take?

To sit through all
the wedding speeches?

No.

Want to know how much these used
flip-flops cost me?

$500.

I hate to tell you,
but you're overcharged.

They're Vinnie's.
She left them in the shoe store

when she ran away
in the designer heels she stole.

What?
Yeah.

On the night
of the shooting.

Designer heels that I then
had to pay for.

Maybe I'm not as good
at this as I think.

Of course you are.

Now we know that Vinnie Sanders
didn't do it,

so thank you for that.

Hey, you looked into
Chris and Ropati's

personal business accounts,
right?

Any debt?
Nothing.

They're both nerdy
with money.

Then why would one of them
need to embezzle money

from his own company?

Hi, Vinnie.
My name is Alexa Crowe.

I'm investigating
Ropati Tavu'i's murder.

I was out shopping
that night.

Yes. Yes, that's what
Madison told me.

Mm.

So why did you set fire
to the company car two days ago?

I didn't. I just... I didn't
think it was going to catch.

I just thought I'd put a hole
in the seat, you know?

Why would you want
to do a thing like that?

To remind my brother
that I exist.

You're not close to him.

Well, I'm a pain in his butt.
He's embarrassed of me.

But he gave you
a job at Tipoula.

No, that was a Ropati.
Really?

Chris was all, like, "No way."
But Ropati was a nice guy.

He gave me a chance.

And I screwed it up,
so, yeah.

If you want to arrest me for
some stupid car, then go ahead.

Who cares?

I don't arrest people,
Vinnie.

Now,
I've got a brother too.

He just got back from my
mother's wedding in Queenstown.

Had a wonderful time.
Didn't wonder where I was.

Weren't you invited?

Oh, I got the invitation
a bit late, you know?

Oh, they didn't want you to go.
Been there.

My parents were just out
for themselves.

It was just me and Chris,
you know?

But then Eme Tavu'i came along
and, boom, replacement family.

And you didn't want to stay
with the Tavu'is yourself?

Little bit much for most
people, you know?

I don't blame them, but...

I do think Chris was lucky.

Eme?

Hey, Mads.

Hey, uh, did you run a credit
check on Vinnie Sanders?

Yes, despite the fact I would
have bet 100 bucks

that her credit was bad.
But guess what?

Five star rating?

Exactly.
No credit card debt,

no missed higher
purchase payments.

What about parking fines?
Speeding tickets?

There's nothing.
Even her unpaid fines

that stopped her leaving
the country eight months ago.

Well, it seems
like Vinnie Sanders

might have a guardian angel.

And it sounds like
you expected that result.

Thanks, Madison.

All right.
What's so urgent?

Okay, now, this has been
in there less than an hour,

and it's already hard.

Can you run that by forensics,
see what happens?

Sure. Any reason?

I'm pretty sure
that little lump

is going to tell us
who the killer is.

Yo.

Uh... what are
you doing here?

You missed one.

Oh.

I'm sorry, do you mind not,
you know, handling the product?

It's worthless
if it's contaminated.

Bit late for that.

This particular oil
is contaminated up the wozz.

There was no botched robbery.
In fact, no intruder at all.

Well, tell that to the doctor

who sewed up the bullet wound
in my foot.

In fact,
it wasn't even about money.

It was about family.
Two families, actually.

The family that took you in,
that loved and accepted you,

and your sister,
who derailed your life

with her chaotic
criminal behavior.

You've been talking to Vinnie.

Just FYI,
you can't really

believe anything
that comes out of her mouth.

Must have been really hard for
you cleaning up her messes

all those years.

Yeah, but, you know,
families, right?

It's what they do.

The debts, the arrests,

even when Ropati tried to help
by getting her a job here.

That went about as well
as you'd expect.

Vinnie doesn't have a great
work ethic or people skills.

You know, Alexa,
this is great,

but I-I really need
to get to work,

and I don't really need
to spend time

talking about my sister.

Fair.

Because she's the
"why", isn't she?

Why you stole
from your own business.

She drained you emotionally,
financially.

You just wanted to get her gone,
anywhere, to Australia,

out of your life.

So to pay off her fines,

you dipped into
the business account,

trying to make it all stop.

You cleared all of
Vinnie's debts

just to get her on
that plane.

But now, you've got a problem
with the business.

So that's when you decided
to approach Fia Collins.

Ropati dealt with
Fia Collins.

I would never talk
to that cockroach.

Don't give me that.

You kill a man and then
you talk shit about him?

What?

Ropati would never have gone
to Fia Collins,

and Ropati would never have
gotten that Samoan proverb wrong

at the end of his e-mails.

Your plan was to rip Fia off,
to take the deposit and run.

But it all backfired.

And when Ropati found out
what you'd done,

he couldn't believe it.

He was going to tell Emmy
and the rest of the family.

No, Ropati!
Please!

You thought they'd
never forgive you.

You thought you'd be
kicked out of the family.

You couldn't let that happen.

You had to stop Ropati from
telling them what you'd done.

So you think I shot him
and then myself?

Oh, I don't think.
I know.

You and Ropati came back here
to sort it all out.

He had no idea
what you meant by that.

Of course he didn't.
You were his best friend.

His brother.

You've really got guts, Chris.

Giving yourself a gunshot wound
is not easy.

This is a good story.

Um, so I shoot myself,
and then what?

You know,
I couldn't walk.

I can barely at the moment.
So what happens next?

Where did I hide the gun?

I'm glad you asked.

Because you hid the murder
weapon here, in plain sight.

Dumped it into
one of the buckets of oil,

and let the oil solidify
over the top of it.

See some time before the story
opened, you got rid of the gun,

but you shouldn't have
kept the oil

because we found
the gunshot residue in it.

It wasn't my fault.

It was Vinnie,
and then Fia, she...

Oh, Vinnie
walked all over you

and Fia played you
like a banjo.

But you chose this, Chris.
You chose this.

My family and Auntie Eme
are everything to me.

Everything.

And Ropati said I didn't deserve
to be here,

that I never belonged.

Whatever Ropati said,
he said it in anger,

and he probably
didn't mean it.

You know the Tavu'i family love
you and Eme loves you.

They would have forgiven you
the mistake with the business.

They would have forgiven you.

I'm really sorry, Eme.

If Chris had only
talked to me...

I'm glad we have an answer,
but...

It's not
the one you wanted.

Well, on the bright side,
I gained another daughter.

You can bet I'll be over
for a coffee and cake.

Good.
I look forward to it.