(snorts and snickers)
(people chattering)
(dramatic music)
(horse whinnying)
(whinnying)
(people chattering)
(jockeys grunting)
- Hey, good morning, Bails.
(clicks tongue)
How you doing?
(horse whinnying and snorts)
(horse whinnying)
Whoa.
Hey.
(whinnying)
Shh.
Hey, hey, shh.
Whoa.
Hey, what's wrong, you big grump?
Shh, stop it.
Come on, it's okay.
(dramatic music)
(uptempo jazzy music)
(lively guitar music)
(horse whinnying)
(whip cracks)
- You know, if I was gonna be reincarnated as anything,
it would be as a horse.
- I can see that proud, noble, sleek.
- Not as a thoroughbred though. I'd be wild and untamed, you know,
like a brumby rearing up if anybody tried to capture me.
Well, almost anyone.
- I'd like to come back as a fish.
- Yeah?
- Maybe a pike or a mackerel haven't decided yet.
- Hey, guys.
Pretty interesting one, this.
Giddy up.
(horse whinnying)
The victim was the vet here,
Evelyn Warricky, 33 only here a few months.
Death by a hot shot of a pretty heavy-duty
horse tranquilizer called ketamine.
- Actually, it's a horse anesthetic, Peter.
- Self-administered?
- We don't think so.
There are signs of a struggle scratch marks,
early bruising to the arms.
The lab rats are checking it out now.
It didn't kill her immediately though.
What I've been able to work out is that she managed
to make her way from the vet's clinic into this stable,
and she was found there.
- Blood trail, nice work, Pete.
- Thanks, Nic.
- Ketamine any idea as to the dosage?
- It was enough to kill her, Charlie.
- Well, dosage is a lot more than just amount, Peter.
It's about how it's administered, interval,
strength over time that sort of thing.
- Maybe the killer didn't give her enough.
- Maybe they were interrupted.
- Maybe she was-- - Can we see the clinic?
- Yeah, can we?
Actually, we'll just follow the blood trail.
- Oh, of course, yeah.
- It's just. - Yeah, yeah.
- I think she slipped on her way out
and put her arm through the glass.
- Mm-hmm.
- She tried to use the phone,
tried to write a message on the laptop,
which was here, and then stumbled out.
The interesting thing though-- - Hang on, who did she try and ring?
- Who was the message for?
What did she say?
- Well, she got two digits out and dropped the phone,
and the message on the laptop is total gibberish.
The point is-- - Is that why you think
she was given the ketamine here?
- Yeah, that and the vial that was under the table.
The point is I have got a suspect!
One of the workers here, the stable manager,
Laura Bell-Paisley, had a pretty significant
history with the victim.
Our murdered vet was responsible for an outbreak
of Hendra virus a few years back up in Queensland.
Turns out Laura's husband died as a result.
Laura wrote some pretty ugly letters to her.
- It's pretty elaborate though, isn't it,
coming down and getting a job here
just to avenge her husband's death?
- Well, as Shakespeare says,
"Revenge is a dish best served cold."
- Actually, Peter, it's from "The Godfather."
- My point is she has motive and opportunity.
And when we find some hard evidence, we're taking her in.
- Well, if we find anything-- - Just clean the office,
the blood trail, and the stable.
And, yes, if you do find anything,
I appreciate you letting me know.
- He's very out of sorts.
- Yeah, yeah.
Very snippy.
(gentle music)
- I wonder why Evelyn came back to the stables.
- Well, she tried to ring someone.
She tried to leave a message.
- Yeah, well, maybe she wanted to be with the horses.
Maybe she just wanted to say goodbye.
- Maybe we should have a look-see.
- [Paul] G'day.
- Hi. - You the cleaners, are you?
- Yeah, I'm Nicola Buchanan.
This is my husband, Charlie.
- Paul Craven. - How do you do?
- I'm head trainer here at Cardwell.
I'm the one paying your bill.
How much, do you reckon?
- Paul, we don't have to talk about money now.
- That much, huh?
- Well, it's industry.
- Standard, I guess.
- Evelyn was a good vet, good person.
- Why do you think she would have gone into the stables after the anesthetic?
- Haven't you got work to do?
- Yeah, it'll still be there when I get there, chief.
- Excuse me, will you?
- Oh, sure. - Oh, sorry.
- [Paul] Oi, I'm not paying you for attitude, chief.
Sort out that horse like I told you.
- Yeah, we should definitely split up.
We'll take longer, one does the look-see.
One does the clean-up.
We'll try and find out more about Pete's suspect, Laura.
- Done, all right, ready?
Ah, two rocks it's a draw.
- Magic rock.
- Is it? - Yeah.
- Okay.
- Thanks, sweetie.
- You fascinate me.
(gentle music)
(machine whirring)
(horse whinnying)
(birds chirping)
- Hi.
- Can I help you?
- Oh, no, just admiring the horses.
(chuckles)
- Yeah, well, don't be fooled.
They look more peaceful than they are.
Spook them and they'll kick your head in.
- Are you a rider? - Yeah.
Um, nah, not anymore.
(sighs) What do the cops think?
Was it really Laura who killed her?
- Oh, I don't really know.
- He would have seen who did it.
If only they could talk, eh?
(laughs)
- He's right, you know.
Unless you know what you're doing, you should stay away from them.
Racehorses can smell inexperience.
- Oh, my dad kept horses.
I grew up around them.
- You a pony girl, huh?
(zipper zips)
- Oh, he's beautiful.
(horse nickers and snorts)
- He doesn't normally like being touched.
Seems to like you.
- Oh, I like him.
- He's Lord Valadon.
- Hello, Lord Valadon.
I'm Nicola.
Yeah.
- Wendy. - Oh, hi, Wendy.
- So, you know the murder was over there?
Your lot were all over there this morning.
Laura's gone into shock from all the questioning.
- Oh, we're the cleaners.
- Hold him for me, would you?
Doesn't look like you're doing much cleaning.
(whinnying) - Hey there.
Shh.
(gentle music)
How's Valadon faring on the track?
- Yeah, all right.
He's got good bloodlines,
but he's stubborn.
His brother, Bouncing Billy, was the same.
Doesn't matter how much you pay for them,
if they don't wanna be a star, they won't.
- Giving Valadon another pep talk, Wendy?
How's that cleaning job coming along, Mrs. Buchanan?
Hard at it, I see.
- Well, actually, we're just nearly there.
My husband's just finishing up.
- Well, maybe you should join him.
I'm not paying you to braid Valadon's mane.
And, you, keep your opinions to yourself,
and go get Baileys tacked up.
- Jesus, Paul, where have you been?
I've been calling. - He's all right.
Elwood, he's fine, your horse is absolutely fine.
- Who's this? - Oh, hi.
- She's nobody.
She's just one of the cleaners.
Come on.
(metal clanks)
- You all right?
Are you all right?
Come here come in, come here, come in.
Have a seat, have a seat.
- Do I know you?
- No, no, you don't know me.
- I've talked to so many cops today,
and I've told you everything that I know, which isn't a lot.
I don't know anything about anything.
- No, no, I'm not a policeman.
- Right now, my partner's at home,
watching you lot just tear apart our house.
- Yeah, well, we're not the police.
My wife and I, we're the cleaners.
- Thanks. - Is it Laura?
- Yeah.
- That's a good idea.
- They gave me something for the shock,
and it's made my mouth really dry.
- Right, well, I'll get you another.
- The whole thing between Evelyn and me
it was a long time ago.
When Tony died, I needed someone to blame.
But it's one thing to write angry emails,
it's another to kill.
(door creaks)
- Laura? - Paul.
- Great the other one's here.
- I didn't do anything.
- I know, I know.
Give us a couple of minutes here, will you, mate?
Uh, do you mind, mate?
- Hmm?
Uh, no, no, not at all.
Just grab these, Laura.
Could you?
- Listen, Laura, you can't be here.
The cops said-- - It wasn't me.
- I know, it wasn't you,
and people will work that out soon enough,
but you cannot be here especially not now!
- [Laura] "Especially not now," why not?
- The Dennett Cup?
- (gasps) A horse race?
I'm going to jail,
and you're worried about a bullshit horse race!
- Enough!
(dramatic music)
- I don't think Laura killed the vet.
She's got a new partner,
doesn't wear a wedding ring,
no tan marks so she hasn't for sometime.
She's moved on.
Why would she kill the vet now?
And that business about Evelyn
getting up after the ketamine injection,
that really, really troubles me.
How'd you go?
- I think I made a friend.
And I met a horse.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Horses?
No, I don't like them.
Well, I once stepped out with a Parisian speedboat salesman
who ate nothing but cheval.
- Horse meat?
- I adored him,
but his diet killed the relationship.
- What's horse meat taste like?
- Chicken, mm, but porkier.
- Excuse me, everybody, nice to see you all.
I'm just looking for a particular title.
- What are you reading, Charlie?
Do share. - Janine, it's
"Pharmaceutical Toxicology in Animals and Humans."
- Great book, Dr. Adrian Bamff?
- Yes. - Mm.
- I'm just trying to find a definitive level
at which ketamine is fatal to humans.
- Charlie is doing some research for my book.
- How exciting, Nicola, I can't wait to read that.
- Well, Charlie, the reason there's no definitive level
is because its strength varies depending on
the different brands in different countries.
- Do you know what it is here?
- So you wanna know how much ketamine
it takes to kill a human?
- Yes.
- As a rule of thumb,
somewhere between 4 1/2 to five grams,
depending on the mass of the person.
- So a vial would do it?
- (scoffs) Affirmative.
- Okay, now with that much ketamine in your system,
you couldn't get up and walk around, could you?
- I've never seen it.
In recreational use, people use about a tenth of that.
- Recreational use, it's a horse anesthetic!
- (laughs) Charlie, where have you been?
Rave clubs.
Special K, Kit Kat, Katie the Carrot.
- How's it made?
- That's what's interesting about it.
Unlike crystal meth, crank, or any of your other
so-called party drugs, you can't make it.
It has to be acquired or stolen from vets or hospitals.
- Thanks, Alan, that's very interesting.
Fizzy, can I just have a word
with you in the hallway, please?
- Yeah, darling. - Excuse us, everybody.
- Hmm, trouble in paradise.
- I think I have the key.
The nose of a plastic soy fish.
I found it when I was cleaning up the vet's clinic.
I think whoever it is
has been distributing Katie the Carrot in these.
- I think you're right, Chaka Khan.
This murder wasn't about Laura getting revenge.
This poor vet realized that someone
was skimming the stable's ketamine to sell.
She got silenced.
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
- Jess, what are you doing this morning?
- I've got three exams. - Okay, skip it.
Your aunt and I need you for something important.
- Drugs at Cardwell Stables, sweetie.
- Okay, it's ringing.
International operator, thank you, darling.
- Elwood Murray. - Hello, Mr. Murray.
I have a Dermot Weld calling from Rosewell House Stables.
- Yes, yes please, put him on.
- Connecting you now.
One moment, please.
- Fantastic.
Hello, Mr. Murray.
This is Dermot Weld here.
- Mr. Weld, it's an honor to speak with you, sir.
I've been the greatest admirer of your training methods.
- Well, thank you very much.
That is very kind of you.
It's very kind of you.
I, too, have heard only good things about your good self.
Oh, yes, I've heard you're the owner to watch.
- Oh, really? - Yes, that's right.
Now look, I got a favor to ask of you,
if you don't mind me being so bold.
I've got a young lass there in Australia my granddaughter.
Jessica is her name.
She's as smart as a whip, sir, quite the Colleen,
and I think she needs some looking after.
I hoped that you'd take her under your wing, so to speak.
Have a word to that man of yours who runs Cardwell.
What's his name? - Paul Craven.
- Paul Craven, that's it.
Yes, if you could have a word with him,
look after her, I'd ever so appreciate it.
I'd be very grateful to you,
and I'd look forward to catching up with you
when I'm next down for the Melbourne Cup.
- Yes, indeed.
- All right, may the road rise with you, sir.
All right, then, goodbye, sir, goodbye.
Whew. - Well done, darling.
- Thank you, you, too.
- Bacon?
- No, we haven't got time for that, sweetness.
Gotta get out of these pajamas
because Sleuth Club is on the case.
(dramatic music)
Where is she?
The Rover's got sat-nav, she can't be lost.
- Oh, she'll turn up.
Anyway, we can't be seen waiting for her, can we?
There's a friend I'd like you to meet, though.
- Really? - Yeah.
- [Charlie] All right.
- [Nicola] Ah, Wendy.
Hi. - Oh, hi.
Nicola, isn't it?
- Yeah, and this is my husband, Charlie.
- Yeah, I'm a bit busy at the moment.
I've just got to clip Baileys.
She keeps getting out and getting burrs caught in her mane.
Loves the couch grass, two farms over Laura's farm.
You love it, don't you?
Hey, can you make yourself useful
and just plug that in for me?
- No, I'll do that, darling.
It's fine, I'll do it.
- Oh, no, use the one in there that one's fried.
- Okay, sure.
Just in here, ah, yeah, got you.
- Yeah. - All ready.
- Yep.
(clippers buzzing)
- Can't get rid of you, can we, Mrs. Buchanan?
- Oh, hello, Paul, I'm really glad I ran into you.
I wanted to pick your brain about syndicates.
My husband and I were thinking about maybe buying into a horse.
- Really, yeah?
Is your husband here, too, is he?
- Hello.
(gentle music)
(chatting softly)
- Excuse me a moment. - Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.
Miss Weld. - Hello, there.
- I was told to expect you.
It's a pleasure.
I'm a great admirer of your grandfather.
- Oh, well, I don't wanna be favored in any way.
You can treat me like everybody else.
I'll start in the stables, if you like,
and anywhere I can learn how this place really works.
- No worries, if you make your way to the stables
and ask for Wendy, I've clued her in.
She'll show you round.
- Great, thank you.
(gentle music)
- [Paul] So?
- Down this way? - Yeah.
The cost depends on the horse.
The better the bloodlines, the bigger the investment.
I could get you invested right now, if you want.
- How can I be sure that we're getting
the horse that we paid for?
- Oh, there's a register of all the bloodlines.
All the horses are microchipped and cross-referenced.
The microchip is injected into the shoulder.
- Ah, the nuchal ligament.
- That's the one.
Listen, if you're really interested,
there's someone here you should definitely meet.
- That's a tack room. - Tack room, right.
- There's feed here, different for each horse.
- Like oats and chaff and stuff?
Like, for him one part oats, one part maize,
cup of molasses, cup of electrolyte, half mineral mix.
- Mm.
You must see lots of stuff working in your industry
gamblers, gangsters, drugs stuff like that.
- I see horses.
I don't care about anything else.
- But it does happen, doesn't it?
I mean, jockeys often use drugs
because drinking makes you gain weight.
- [Wendy] (scoffs) Jockeys.
- Yes, don't get involved with them, eh, Wend?
(horse whinnying)
Who's your little friend?
- [Wendy] She's Dermot Weld's granddaughter.
- Oh, blue-ribbon stock, eh?
Hey, if you wanna go for a ride, I can arrange it.
When you finish with her, why don't you come down the track?
I can show you the racehorses and stuff.
(dramatic music)
- What's in there?
- Oh, nothing.
Nothing at all, come on.
(horse whinnying)
(dramatic music)
- Elwood, there's some people I'd like you to meet.
Now this is Elwood Murray the owner of Valadon.
The Buchanans here are thinking of buying a horse.
- Yeah, well, maybe not a whole horse.
- No, no, a 16th that'd be nice.
- I'll leave you to it.
If you wanna talk horse business, I'll be around.
- Okay, thank you. - Thank you very much.
- Cleaners and racing enthusiasts interesting combination.
- Yeah, well, we're interested in learning about
how to pick a good horse, not a slow one.
- Mm-hmm.
- For example, Valadon doesn't seem to be
all that was hoped of him.
- Who have you been talking to? He's coming good.
- We're interested in getting involved with a stayer.
Aren't we, darling? - Yes, absolutely.
- It's driving me mad the way everyone goes for early speed.
- Tell me about it.
Listen, a lot can go wrong.
Just last year, I lost Bouncing Billy
before we even saw his best.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Colic.
Like I said, no certainties.
- Well, if you find yourself with a stayer you can't shift,
why don't you give us a tinkle?
That's our number there and our fax.
- I figured that.
Okay. - Okay.
I might do that.
- Okay.
(gentle music)
(sighs) Well, what'd you think?
- Nah, I don't like him.
- Yeah? - Hmm.
- Oh, wow.
Maserati Gran Turismo.
- Yeah, it's Elwood's.
- Is it? - Mm-hmm.
- Personalized options for the discerning buyer.
You can tell a lot about a man by looking at his interior.
- Yeah, I can tell a lot by his exterior.
- Yeah.
Eight cylinders, 9-6-4-1 CC V90 engine
this baby goes like a rocket.
Oh, darling, darling.
Darling, I gotta borrow your mobile phone.
Yeah, please, quick.
You look just like an Italian movie star.
I wanna take a picture.
Just one, just one, just one.
Come on, just a quickie.
Ready?
Here we go.
(lively music) Yeah, that's it.
Oh, that's nice, yes, bella, bella donna.
Bella donna, yeah.
But can you flex the leg more?
Oh, no, that's nice.
Yeah, that's it because you're angry or something.
Yeah, that's it clean that car window with your hair.
- Okay, so, this is where we tie them up.
- Mm-hmm.
- Just make sure that you tie them up loose though.
- Wendy.
Hi, again. - Hi.
Jessica Weld, these are the Buchanans.
- Was it, Jessica, is it?
- [Jessica] Top o' the afternoon to ya.
- [Charlie] And yourself.
(whinnying)
(grunts)
- [Tyler] Bloody idiot!
- Shh, be calm.
- You should shoot that bloody thing.
- Get out of here, Tyler now!
- It's never even won a race!
- Oh, god, you've got blood all over your back.
- Huh? - You all right?
You've got blood all over your back.
- Uh, where? - On your back.
(laughs)
- [Tyler] Can't even feel it.
(dramatic music)
- No pain?
I think we just found our ketamine thief.
(voices chattering over radio)
- Well, thanks for letting me know.
We found ketamine at his house and in his car.
- You know that there's a problem with this,
just in terms of the murder?
- Yeah, if Tyler was cutting the ketamine,
he would have known that he was effectively cutting
the hot shot as well.
- You see, Evelyn woke up
because she was injected with the watered-down ketamine.
Now if you wanted to murder someone,
you wouldn't inject them with something
you've just diluted, would you?
- Maybe, but what I know for now
is that he was found in illegal possession
of the very substance that killed Evelyn.
You rang and told me this.
I thought that's what you wanted.
- No, no, no, we wanted a copy of the message
that Evelyn was typing before she died,
the one you said was total gibberish.
We thought we'd try and decipher it.
(horses whinnying distantly)
(birds chirping)
- Great, that's terrific, Peter, thanks.
(Nicola clears throat)
- [Charlie] What's that?
(Nicola and Charlies speaking gibberish)
- Remember if we can work out exactly what it was she was trying to say,
we'll be so much closer to the killer.
(Nicola and Charlie speaking gibberish)
- [Charlie] You know, there's a Latvian dialect.
(gentle music)
(owl cawing)
(gentle music)
(snickers)
(whinnying)
(horse whinnying)
(body thudding)
(birds chirping)
(Charlie speaking gibberish)
Sounds more like Klingon.
It's definitely not Urdu.
- Well, Tyler has been charged for the drugs,
but he has a watertight alibi for the murder,
which makes sense, given he didn't do it.
(cellphone ringing)
Oh, hang on Jess.
Sorry.
Hi, sweetie.
Hey, Jess, slow down.
(somber music)
Okay, we'll be right there.
- What happened?
(birds chirping)
- You know, Wendy found him this morning.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, the vet said it was colic.
It can come on fast like this.
- Does anyone else smell that?
Smells like a licorice magic tree.
- Where's Wendy?
- Paul's out looking for her.
She's taken Baileys and vanished.
- Do you think Wendy's got anything to do with Valadon's death?
- Oh, no.
No, Wendy loved this horse.
Well, she really liked him.
Could you find out where Wendy lives?
- They've already checked her place.
But I do know somewhere we could look.
(gentle music)
(birds chirping)
- Oh, dear.
God.
Nic.
- Oh. - Oh, Nic.
(sighs) Nic.
(Charlie sighs) - What is this?
- It's a deceased list for horses.
Lord Valadon's there already.
Yeah, well, there's Baileys and Cream.
She's still alive.
- Is she?
Nic, this is not looking good for your friend.
- So Wendy's a serial killer of horses?
- Well, if Wendy's been killing horses and Evelyn found out.
- Oh, God, this is awful.
This makes my friend Wendy our number one suspect.
(dramatic music)
(horse whinnying)
Hang on couch grass.
Laura's property Wendy was saying that Baileys
was always trying to get out and go to Laura's property.
- Okay, where is it?
- Two farms down.
(dramatic music)
- Wendy, Wendy.
She didn't mean any harm.
She just panicked.
I know how that feels.
- What happened?
- I don't know.
I came in early and Val was just there dead,
and I don't understand why.
So I went.
- Well, they're saying it was colic.
- What am I doing wrong?
All these horses, they're mine.
Elwood might pay all that flash money for them,
but they're mine.
I'm the one who's there when they're scared or hungry.
I'm the one who wakes them up and puts them to bed,
and they just keep dying.
- How many have died?
- Too many.
- It's like that place is cursed.
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
- 94, 95, 96, 97. (Nicola moaning)
Okay, now, Evelyn's motor skills
would not have been at their sharpest.
Ninety-nine.
One-hundred.
All right, you're Evelyn.
(groaning)
You've just woken from the drug-induced haze,
and you type a message, darling.
- Charlie, can I take these off? - No, no, no, darling, don't take it off.
There was a lot of ketamine in Evelyn's system.
She wouldn't have been able to see a thing, all right?
Just remember your touch-typing skills, yeah?
Where's your little pinky touch on the keypad?
- Um, Q-A-Z.
- Q-A-Z that's good, all right, and your ring finger?
- [Nicola] Um, W-S-X.
- Perfect, all right, we're gonna reverse-engineer this.
You're feeling woozy, okay?
You're shaking from one to the side.
The room is moving.
Move the keyboard slightly to the left.
And you type the following, all right?
"J-B-I-Q-A, U-J-B-I-Q,
"J-U-K-K-U-B-F."
Your fingers are on different keys that's great.
Hang on, darling.
(Charlie speaks gibberish)
That's interesting, but not quite right.
I'll move the keyboard slightly to the right,
we'll do exactly the same thing.
Starting now.
"J-B-I-Q-A, U-J-B-I-Q,
"J-U-K-K-U-B-F."
"Knows I know kullong."
- Ooh. - "Kullong?"
What's "kullong?" - I have no idea.
- Kullong. - Kullong?
- There's a river in South Australia.
No, that's the Coorong. - How's it spelt?
- "K-U-L-L-O-N-G."
- Killing, knows I know killing.
Killing what, her?
The horses? - Both?
- Evelyn must have known who was killing the horses,
and she got murdered.
- Still could be Wendy. - No, it's not.
No, I can feel it in my waters.
(dog barks faintly)
(sighs)
Darling?
Darling, are you awake?
- Mm.
- Okay, Paul is only the head trainer, right?
He doesn't own the horses.
He just needs people to leave the horses with him.
And it's considered poor form
if the horses are dead when their collected.
- Probably. - Okay, now.
Elwood Murray owns horses.
Or at least he's the major shareholder in the syndicates.
- Okay. - Okay, now.
A horse like Valadon is incredibly expensive.
And Wendy was saying he hasn't turned out
to be half the champion that everyone expected.
So every time he doesn't win, he loses money.
Now, what do you do with a dud horse
that's cost you half a million?
- Well, you'd insure it to the teeth, wouldn't you?
Although you can't kill by colic, can you?
- No.
And I'd think the vet was involved, in some way,
if not for the fact that the vet was murdered
for not being involved. - Okay, well, either way,
Elwood Murray stands to get a lot of money
from each horse that's killed, so there's your motive.
- Only, but the problem with this hunch
is that Elwood Murray's a multimillionaire.
- Ah.
Yes.
(dog barks faintly)
(engine rumbles distantly)
The car. - Well, the car's a Maserati.
Entry price for a Maserati is $450,000.
- Sweetie, the sticker on the back windscreen
had been peeled off.
- That's a nice picture, darling. - Aw, thanks, darling.
- That's a nice one, darling. - Oh, thanks, darling.
I like that one.
Here we go see it's been peeled off.
I bet that's a rental sticker.
Now, he must have peeled that off.
I'm willing to bet that Elwood Murray
was pretending that he had money that he didn't have.
- You're right.
- Oh, God, Charlie, that's so good.
I'm so excited there's no way I can go back to sleep.
- Really?
Well.
We should read for a bit take advantage of the situation.
- Yeah.
(gentle music)
(sighs)
(dramatic music)
- [Charlie] Ready.
- Shall I do it?
- I'm ready, let's do it.
(sighs)
(metal scraping)
- Well, he's gonna have to give us his details now.
- It's a brilliant idea, darling.
- Oh, thanks, darling.
- What are you, crazy?
Oh, look what you've done! (bangs)
- I'm so sorry.
Charlie usually does the driving.
It's just a little bit tighter than I expected.
- Tighter, what are you talking about, woman?
- Hey, don't call my wife "woman."
- I don't believe this, twice in a month!
First the Porsche, now the rental!
- So this is a rental?
- Yeah, while they fix my car.
You'll have to deal with their insurance company.
- Right, I'll just get my license and things.
Sorry, very sorry, sorry.
(birds chirping)
(engine revs)
Does Elwood really drive a Porsche?
- I don't know, darling.
Why don't we sideswipe a few on the way home?
We can find out that way.
It would be expensive, but we could.
- Elwood seems to be the only one
who stood to gain anything from Evelyn's death.
That's gotta mean something.
What?
- Well, while you were talking to Mr. Maserati
about the blemish on his duco,
I was gaffer-taping your mobile phone
to the interior of the left rear mud guard.
Alan gave me an app,
which beats the pants off Friends With Words.
There is your mobile phone, safe and sound.
- Oh, Charlie, I'm impressed.
- These smartphones have got a tracking device in them.
It's a brave new world, darling.
No such thing as privacy anymore.
- [Nicola] Elwood doesn't seem to be making his way
back to the city, does he?
- No.
No, he doesn't.
(humming softly)
Have I got enough room back there?
- Yes, darling, absolutely.
(engine revs)
(gentle music)
(engine revs)
(birds chirping)
(people chatting softly)
- [Nicola] A knackery?
- Aha.
Yes, looks like he's trying to dispose of the evidence.
- [Nicola] Yeah.
- [Charlie] Time, I think, to ring thingy again.
- [Nicola] I thought the Victoria Market was closed on a Tuesday.
- Is there any word from Peter?
- Yeah, he spoke to Wendy, and Paul didn't fire her.
- Oh, that's good.
And what about Elwood?
- Apparently, it's not a crime
to send a horse to an abattoir.
- So we're gonna continue watching him
until Nicola's phone battery dies.
- [Nicola] It's actually quite mesmerizing,
isn't it, darling? - It's fantastic.
- Yeah, you know, if Elwood was involved
and he got rid of the horse that quickly,
he was destroying evidence.
- He's turning a corner. - Yeah.
(gasps)
- Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, turn it off at the plug, Edison.
Actually.
(plate clinks)
Hang on a sec, hang on a sec.
May I?
- Ow!
(hair sizzling)
(sniffing)
- Licorice magic tree.
That's the smell I smelled at the stalls that day.
It's burnt hair.
- [Nicola] Burnt hair?
- Valadon was electrocuted.
- (gasps) Yes.
And I bet he wasn't the only one.
Do you remember that fried power socket in the stables?
- I thought he had colic.
- No, colic's a default diagnosis
in the absence of other indicators.
If they were to dig out the I.D. chip
from Valadon's nuchal ligament,
they'd see it was all burnt out, I bet you.
- Evelyn suspected that Elwood was killing horses,
so he killed her.
So we just need to find out exactly what it was
that Elwood stood to gain from the dead horses.
(gentle music)
(birds chirping)
- It's quiet, darlings.
It's too quiet. - Well, it's Dennett's Cup.
You know, everyone's at the races.
- Where is he?
He was supposed to be here.
- Good old Peter missing the fun, as per usual.
- I say we go in. - No, sweetie.
Peter was adamant that we can't go
into the property at this time.
He actually said, "Do not do anything."
- We wouldn't be doing anything.
We'd be positioning ourselves to ensure
that nobody else would be doing anything.
(gentle music)
- Yeah, totally.
Jess, stay with the car.
- What? - Too dangerous, sweetie.
- Again.
(gentle music)
(birds chirping)
(engine revs)
(dramatic music)
- Darling, darling?
- Yeah? - Registration forms
for racing syndicates.
- I've got the syndicate that owned Valadon.
It's not just Elwood.
It's Elwood and Company Advanced Trading.
- Hang on.
Advanced Trading.
- Advanced Trading sole proprietor Paul Craven.
There's also Shoal Limited.
- Hang on. - These guys own
all these horses. - Hang on.
Shoal Proprietary Limited,
co-owner of Bouncing Billy sole proprietor Paul Craven.
- Okay, let's just take a look at this. Bank statements here.
- Mm-hmm.
- These stables are mortgaged to the hilt.
Paul Craven's in bed with Elwood Murray,
and it's not to read him a story.
(door creaks)
(dramatic music)
(papers rustling)
- What are you doing?
- You know, these are both fair questions.
- You're up to something fishy.
Who goes to the Victoria Markets on a Tuesday?
(gentle music)
(birds chirping)
- Come on, Nic.
(cellphone ringing)
(horse whinnying distantly)
- After the cops came round,
it dawned on me too many horses were dying.
Paul kept saying he was gonna roll
the insurance money into a new horse,
but each one kept losing and then dying.
- So why was it your name on each of the syndicates?
- I don't know. (sighs)
It was his idea.
I'm new at this game.
I wanted to look good.
I made a lot of money in mining,
but my first love was always horses.
- So why were you at the knackery truck today?
- (sighs) I don't know.
I didn't wanna see that horse, you know.
- Knackered.
- Naked?
- No, no, knackered, darling.
- [Charlie] Oh, right.
(dramatic music)
- Auntie Nic?
(metal clangs loudly)
(dramatic music)
(horse whinnying)
Charlie?
(ominous music)
- Great. (Jess scream)
- Jess.
- You gave me a fright, Jessica.
- (scoffs) What are you doing?
- I'm just...
What are you doing? - But, aren't you
supposed to be at the Dennett Cup?
- What happened to your accent, Jessica?
- What, no.
- Jess?
You all right, Jess?
- What's this what's going on?
- Shut up, Paul, I know everything.
- What? - You've been
killing my horses.
- Evelyn found out and you killed her.
- Oh, that's ridiculous.
- No, that's why you pulled that plug,
because it shorted when you were killing the horses.
(horse whinnying)
(dramatic music)
- Calm down.
Calm down, take it easy.
- Jesus, Paul, let her go.
- No way!
Get out of my way.
I'm gonna leave.
No one will get hurt.
- You can't be sure of that, Paul.
- I'm taking her with me.
So don't try anything stupid.
Chuck us your keys, Elwood.
May as well exit in style.
(grunts)
(gasps deeply)
- Thank you, Mr. Murray.
- Thank you, Mrs. Buchanan.
(Nicola moaning softly)
(birds chirping)
(gentle music)
(floorboards creaking)
- [Nicola] Sweetie?
Jess, wake up.
- What time is it?
- 6:00 a.m.
- Oh, Holy God in Heaven.
- Sweetie, we've got a surprise for you.
- Come on.
Come on.
(groans)
(birds chirping)
(gentle music)
- Oh, wow.
(whinnying)
Oh.
Thanks, guys.
(snickering)
It's beautiful.
- [Nicola] He's all yours, sweetie.
- He's not well.
(gentle music)