Now, do you have a loyalty card?
No, I'm already loyal... to someone else.
I'm actually cheating on him right now.
Your 11th coffee is free.
Oh, sweetie, didn't I make it clear what this is?
- There's not gonna be an 11th coffee. - What are you talking about?
Let's call it what it is.
This is a one-off. It's a fleeting moment, just a transaction.
But if you come back, you can have your 11th coffee.
Uh-bup-bup. I'm just using you for your caffeine.
That's what everyone uses me for.
What if I was to tell you that's the best you've ever had,
would you want a loyalty card, then?
If this was the best I ever had,
you wouldn't need to give it away for free, would you?
Now, stop selling yourself short.
Someday, someone... someone very special...
is going to come back for that 11th coffee.
It's just not gonna be me.
Damn, that's good.
- Kia or a! - Kia or a.
Is, uh, one of those for me?
- Yeah. Only I drank it, so nah. - Great. Thanks
So, what you got?
Tahlia Leaven.
Just turned 20. She was tipped to be New Zealand's next supermodel.
Oh. Yeah, well, she's pretty.
Unlike the scene.
Tahlia was set to make her runway debut at a big fashion show.
Night of the dress rehearsal, she was found backstage... sick as a dog.
I'm taking it wasn't stage fright.
Vomiting turned into hallucinations,
turned into seizures, turned into respiratory failure.
Medics tried to resus her, but she died at the scene.
Mm-hm.
From first symptom to time of death, about four-and-a-half hours.
Well, call me crazy, but tox report?
No, none of the usual suspects.
Medical examiner returned an inconclusive ruling.
Tahlia's boyfriend, Trey, is not very happy with that.
He wants to know how his girlfriend was one minute walking
for Jem Litacci,
the next she was dead on the bathroom floor.
Jem Litacci, he's still around?
Yeah, it was supposed to be his big comeback.
He hand-picked Tahlia to walk for him.
Jem Litacci used to work with Faith Cooper,
this supermodel in the '80s and '90s.
Still does. Faith is the star of the show.
Tahlia was the support act.
Still every inch the icon, I see.
Tahlia's boyfriend Trey
thinks someone must've slipped something in her water bottle
- at some point during the day. - Something an autopsy didn't pick up?
There were death threats sent to her phone
leading up to the event... several a day.
Well, you know, beautiful women with high profiles attract trolls.
Yeah.
What?
The day Tahlia died, they cancelled the show.
Well, yeah, it would've looked mercenary
if they just strutted over her body.
Yeah, but now it's back on... end of the week.
The designer works with the same crew, the same models.
So all the people that were there when Tahlia died
are back in the venue now...
busy preparing for Friday.
So?
So what if there's someone there that has a grudge against these models?
Now, do you really think that's very likely?
Wow, she's gorgeous. Who is she?
Hinewai Henare.
Your sister?
She got scouted at the mall a couple of months ago.
She's certainly got the bone structure for it.
Hinewai's stepped into Tahlia's place... number two to Faith Cooper.
Well, why didn't you say so, Harry?
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Trey Harris?
Hey, I'm fully booked today, but I can maybe squeeze you in tomorrow.
- Nice ink. - Yeah, thanks.
Your girlfriend?
- You're not here for the class are you? - Hell, no.
I know a cop when I see one.
Oh, thank you. But I'm not a cop any more.
I would just like to ask you what you think happened to Tahlia Leaven.
Good.
It's about time.
I'll be back in 10.
That's my place up there.
Tell me, did Tahlia have any enemies?
Nup. She was the most decent human being I ever met.
And yet someone was sending her nasty messages.
'You're dead.' 'Watch your back.'
Don't. I can't.
Any ideas who?
I told her to change your number,
get rid of her socials, but she said no.
Said it was part of the job.
She was gonna be famous.
From just the one job.
Her and Jem Litacci signed this big deal with some huge brand overseas.
OK.
She couldn't even tell me all the details.
Hm.
After the show, Jem was going to take her to Europe,
around the world.
Leaving you behind.
Well, it takes a very well-adjusted man to cope with all of that.
You know, your girlfriend suddenly becomes successful, famous...
Yeah, meet the love of my life and have to share her with the world.
It ain't easy.
I didn't care about the fame...
or the attention she got. I just...
I knew the scene was dodgy.
I felt like something bad might happen,
but I didn't do anything about it.
'Hidden Jem... my true story from rags to riches.'
Number one best seller in 1994.
This shirt is just outrageous.
I love that '90s Litacci look.
I can't believe you know who he is.
You would've been an embryo when he was at the height of his powers.
'90s is very now, darling.
Everybody wants to look like Faith Cooper.
Well, they're in luck, because Jem's runway show is her big comeback.
And his... the icons return.
So... when do we get to meet her?
Madison, can you contain yourself?
Goodie bags, designer clothing, free drinks.
I'll try, but― All right, then.
Let's go.
- Now? - Yep.
Give me a minute. I'm not dressed for it.
Please, you were born ready.
Look, do we have a good cover story? We'll need access passes.
You can't just blag your way into these things, Alexa!
Sorry, I don't have you on my list.
We are late because there was an unacceptable delay at the airport.
Where's Jem?
I bring my client here all the way from Sydney at very short notice,
and you're not prepared?
I don't know about you, darling, but I'm ready to walk.
- I am ready to... - No, no, no. Wait.
Oh. No, uh.
Sorry.
Find me when you've got the lanyards.
I can't believe that you just did that.
Don't you know who I am
This is amazing.
I once spent an entire week's rent on a Litacci scarf
at a vintage store in Melbourne.
Well, maybe he'll give you a discount code
now that you're working for him
Do you think?
Now, I'm gonna go and find
anything that could make a girl so violently ill that
she will die.
And I'll go find my fellow models.
Can I help you?
I hope so.
I'm looking for whoever's in charge of this place.
That would be me. Sammy Fisher head of hair and makeup.
Oh. Alexa Crowe... the Crowe's Nest Agency.
Oh, OK. I love that name. Who do you rep?
Madison Felicia no. We just flew in.
Just wanted to check that the set-up would work for Madison.
Uh, yeah well, was there anything in particular?
You know, I, um, I nearly said no when Jem phoned,
because of that girl who died at rehearsal.
Oh God. Tahlia Leaven. Look, you've got nothing to worry about, OK?
We fired the caterers, did a deep cleanse,
and I have replaced all of my products.
Really?
All of them. Every single one?
Yes. Well, Jem insisted. He was devastated.
Not that I'm saying it was anything here that made her sick.
But it wasn't nice.
I'm very sorry.
That poor girl.
And she was on the cusp of big things too... an international deal.
Oh.
Jem would probably not want me to say that.
No, well, Tahlia did mention something,
although she wasn't supposed to.
But you know how it is... no secrets in my makeup chair.
Suppose it doesn't matter now.
Look, your girl has nothing to worry about
as long as she's not headlining.
I would've thought that Faith Cooper
would be a great mentor for the younger models.
Have you met Faith?
Yes.
Hi, Faith. Alexa Crowe... the Crowe's Nest Agency.
I have representation. Thank you.
Uh, Jem asked me to check on you.
Oh, I interrupted your workout.
So who are you really?
That bag screams 'I don't work in fashion',
and as for Jem sending someone to check on me... as if.
You got me.
Sammy told me that you were staying here with her.
I'm investigating Tahlia Leaven's death.
So what are you, police?
Not exactly. I'm helping them out.
Oh, good for you.
Poor girl.
I hear she was the next Faith Cooper.
The old one's still alive and kicking, thank you.
I see that.
Look, I'm all for body positivity, everyone's beautiful,
but these young girls today, they are just so fragile.
And Jem buys into it. He pats them on the shoulder,
mops up their tears.
Do you know what he would have said to me
if I had cried before a big show?
I'm guessing it wouldn't have been warm and fluffy.
Martini, Alexa? Come on.
Oh, it's a bit early in the day for me, thanks.
But, uh, gotta say, I'm kind of star struck.
I remember the pictures of you wearing Jem Litacci's Fallen Angel gown.
It's in a fashion house in New York now.
Shame, bet I could still fit it like a glove.
Well, you're wearing an updated version this Friday so...
Rising Angel, this one is called.
Jem says it represents a rebirthing,
a Farewell to the bad old days of fashion.
Pretentious git.
Hey, um, would you mind awfully if I used your bathroom?
Yes, if you're quick. My reflexologist is on her way.
Right. Won't be a sec.
Hm.
Um, hi. Should I be freaked out that you're taking photos of my photos?
I just loved your hat in that one.
I'm Madison. I just landed from Sydney.
- Oh. Are you taking my place? - No. What?
I've just stepped into a big walk in the finale... me and Faith Cooper.
Before, I was part of the opening.
Right. You're Hinewai.
Working with Faith Cooper, that's amazing.
Faith is incredible.
She's smart, professional, and she owns that catwalk.
What's she like to hang out with? Is she friendly?
She doesn't talk to any of us.
Oh.
Anyway, welcome. But probably stop with the stalking thing.
Sorry, I guess people are paranoid, yeah?
I heard what happened to Tahlia Leaven.
- Was that an overdose or something? - Uh-uh, girl was clean living as.
Oh, right.
My brother's a cop.
He reckons there's something dodgy about what happened.
Is there anyone that, like, didn't like Tahlia?
Everyone loved her. We all get on great.
Except for Faith.
That ice queen didn't bat an eyelid
when she found out that Tahlia was dead.
I asked the girls about drugs, who takes what, that kind of thing.
Now half of them think I'm trying to score,
so that's fun.
But mostly I found out that no one's hardcore using.
This isn't the '90s.
And success.
The death threats?
Well, the app has end-to-end encryption and it doesn't store any data,
but I have a general location.
Martin Reserve.
Yeah, it looks like a little park thing.
No, I know it.
I was there this morning.
Oh, hi. I just let myself in.
Yeah, I can see that.
What the hell?
I just wanna ask you one question.
Your business number and your personal number are the same, right?
Yeah.
So how come you've got two chargers?
I don't know. Someone must've left one here after party or something?
Oh, you have a lot of parties here, do ya?
Oh, go ahead. Get that.
It's fine.
No, I insist. Get it.
Yeah.
It's for you.
Someone called Madison.
What kind of man sends his own girlfriend death threats?
I loved Tahlia.
I'll always love her. I just, I wanted her to move in with me.
Call me dumb, but what happened to just asking her?
I did, obviously. But she thought it was too soon.
So you just thought you'd terrify her into changing her mind?
She was in danger.
- Yeah, from you. - No.
This... is from the last selfie she sent me.
It was that day, and she was still good.
We were still in love.
I wouldn't hurt her.
I didn't hurt her, I...
Honestly, she shrugged off those messages.
Thought it was probably another jealous model.
Well, did she mention anybody specifically?
Yeah, there was one. Tahlia thought she hated her guts.
Name?
Faith Cooper.
Harry.
Got the screening back on the pills you swiped from Faith Cooper's.
Yeah. And?
The main ingredient is ephedrine.
Basically a diet pill, but one that got taken off the market
both here and in the US.
So illegal, but not deadly. I'll keep looking.
A little boy from a state house.
I mean, no education, no money.
But you know what trumps poverty and bad luck?
Talent.
And Jem has that in spades.
Enduring talent and an enduring friendship.
I mean, I can't tell you what it means to be working
with this man again.
All the years melt away.
Sorry.
Well.
Would you look at that.
It went well.
'All the years melt away'?
Can you stop reminding people how old we are.
You know what's more undignified than someone drinking so much
that they fall into a champagne table?
The floor was wet.
A has-been, who's trying to deny her age.
One, I can hold my drink.
And two, you haven't done it yet, have you?
You promised me that you would pitch me for that branded deal.
Oh my God. You are a ghoul.
Tahlia is barely cold in the ground.
Those corporate bean counters don't care.
They just want a face for their brand. And I will be that face.
Are you high?
What they want is youthful, hopeful.
They want a face of a generation who give a crap about something
other than themselves.
You are Jem Litacci.
You tell them what you want, and you want me.
I can't do that.
Why, Jem?
Perhaps you've lost your sway, have you?
Or maybe you've just lost your...
power...
Jeffrey.
Noah.
- Noah! - Yes, hello.
So, um, how am I supposed to get my coffee fix when there's no grinder?
Because I told you days ago,
that one of those little Scouted At The Mall things
has clearly stolen it.
You know what? Don't worry.
I need a real drink.
Oh. Definitely not a bathroom.
Wait, wait, does Faith know you're in here?
No, and if she finds out, she's definitely gonna blame you.
Not a fan of the catering?
Hi, Jem.
- Darling, it's been so long I... - You don't know me.
I'm Alexa. I'm helping the police close out
this investigation into Tahlia's death.
- There's an investigation? - Just a few unanswered questions.
My poor, beautiful Tahlia.
I heard that, uh, Tahlia and Faith didn't get along.
Well, pure soul didn't stand a chance
once Faith got her jealous, beady eyes on her.
I thought you and Faith were friends, collaborators?
I hired her because I'm too kind.
It was a favour.
I thought the world of fashion was more dog-eat-dog than that.
People like me don't forget where we come from.
Faith was there when I had nothing.
Hm.
Well, it is very nice to meet the legendary Jem Litacci.
Enjoy your burger.
It's all right for him. A man goes grey, and he's a silver fox.
A woman goes grey, and she's just an old hag.
You don't have greys any more, babe.
I mean, where would that pretentious piece of...
be if it wasn't for me?
Come for a drink with me, Sammy.
Darling, I can't... I'm working.
Oh my God, look at your skin.
You're gorgeous.
Thank you.
She doesn't need you. Come on.
I can't just bail and everyone forgives me because I'm famous.
But I need you.
I can't.
I can.
What, you?
You turned your nose up at my martini yesterday.
Well, today, I'm thirsty.
Hey, I know this great place... discreet,
terrific wine list, stunning view. Let's go.
All right. I'm in.
Oh, God. Your agent's a godsend,
but I hope she realises what she's getting herself into.
Oh, Alexa can hold her own.
Actually, what are you doing after work?
If Faith's out, maybe I'll have some of the girls over for a wee drinky.
I'm in.
Top up?
Thank you.
So what's your name, handsome?
Faith Cooper.
No, darling, that's my name.
This is Reuben. Best coffee in Auckland.
You were on my bedroom wall.
If only those walls could talk.
OK, back in a sec.
Reuben's so star struck, but I don't even know who that is.
Ask your father. He'll know.
But, hey Reuben, come here.
Have you ever seen a coffee bean like that?
- What? No! - No! Don't put it in your mouth.
You're thinking the same thing I'm thinking.
A couple years ago, there was talk about
the potential use of these in bio weaponry.
- It's a castor bean. - 100%.
I'm so lost.
Think your girlfriend wants you.
And a castor bean is used to make ricin. Right?
Which is deadly when extracted then ingested or even touched.
Well, Harry was right to be worried.
Help yourself to anything in the fridge, girls.
Just not the champagne that belongs to
You know who.
Faith lives with you?
Oh, she just stays with me when she's in Auckland.
- I imagined her in some flash hotel. - Oh, look.
Just between you and I...
all those years of finding herself in Bali didn't come cheap.
Faith Cooper's broke?
Oh, no, no, not broke, just not as obscenely rich as she once was.
Has this song already played?
Oh, I do not know how to work my stereo. Excuse me.
Darling, I had to claw my way to the top.
Now I'm just pushed aside by some instafamous bent
with one facial expression.
You're still a star.
It wasn't handed to me on a platter, Alexa. Fashion's a bitch.
And then you die.
You think I killed her, don't you?
Well, did you?
Hand them back.
- What? - My diet pills. You took them.
What were you going to do? Test them to see if I poisoned Tahlia?
- Already did that. - Hm.
Well, what did you expect? You've got quite a reputation.
And what do people in your industry say about you?
I don't know. Nobody's got the guts to say it to my face.
The truth?
Every time I looked at Tahlia, I saw myself 30 years ago.
I hated that gormless little twit.
But I didn't murder her.
Morning!
Shh!
What's wrong with you?
Big night.
Big night doing what?
Kamikaze shakers with Faith Cooper.
Faith Cooper?
The supermodel?
Why didn't you invite me along?
She would eat you for breakfast.
Well, I probably wouldn't object to that.
How do you know Faith Cooper, anyway?
She didn't murder someone, did she?
Except maybe you and a few cocktails.
Will―
What are you doing here?
Present for you...
to say thanks.
Artisanal, Oak-aged, Buffalo butter.
Per kilo value of that is more than caviar.
Very hard to get but I got a dealer, so, you know, you're in luck.
Thought it might taste good on your sour dough.
Well, that's very thoughtful.
Hm, I'm just trying to butter you up.
Come on, then. Give it a whirl.
Do you wanna make some coffee and we can test drive this bad boy.
No, no, no. I gotta, I gotta run. Maybe next time.
Hey, uh...
Thank you for what?
Believing in me.
My landscaping biz just picked up it's first contract.
Ah, she lives.
So much to tell you.
Last night, the girls invited me to their Discord,
and they've uploaded hours and hours worth of video footage
from the night of.
I found a castor bean in Faith's dressing room.
As in someone was making ricin?
Severe gastro reaction, respiratory failure, death,
plus virtually impossible to pick up in an autopsy.
Is there anybody here
who could plausibly know what to do to turn a castor bean deadly?
Didn't you find it in Faith's room?
Well, I'm keeping an open mind.
- You like her, don't you? - Mm.
Well, I like Sammy too, but...
Sammy's creating her own skincare range.
It came to nothing. She's got boxes of this stuff in a cupboard.
That means she knows how to turn ingredients into something else.
Like castor bean waste into ricin.
But why would Sammy want Tahlia gone? That doesn't make sense.
And she's kind of useless with technology.
I'm not sure she'd even know how to access the dark web.
Oh, that's where castor beans come from?
Well, at a guess.
And illegal diet pills.
Probably.
Well, that puts my new drinking buddy back in the frame.
That's a shame.
Just as I was beginning to like her.
Hangover cure. Go on.
OK, what's in this?
Hot sauce, lemon juice...
Gin.
You know Hair Of The Dog doesn't cure a hangover. It just delays it.
- What crawled in your knickers? - You should try castor oil.
Go on.
Yeah, or the waste product of castor oil.
You know, bits of the beans that are leftover when you mash 'em up?
No, that sounds like too much faff.
I think I'll stick with this.
So, tell me about Sammy Fisher.
Well...
If it weren't for me,
she'd still be selling foundation to pensioners at department stores.
Why does her own skincare range never take off?
- What? She told you about that? - Uh-huh.
Probably because she doesn't have a head for business.
She should stick to what she's good at.
But you were gonna be the face of her brand?
Well, only as a favour to her.
But then I had to pull out because it was taking too long
and investors got cold feet.
She been going on about that again?
God, she's a bitter, old cow.
Faith doesn't know what ricin is or how to make it.
And I'm not just saying that cos I like her.
I'm not even sure I do any more.
'Oh, Jem always had an eye for fashion,
even as a child.'
Alexa, the day she died,
did we know that Tahlia went into Faith's dressing room?
But everybody knows that Faith was late to the show that evening.
So what was she doing in there?
Wait, somebody followed her.
Look at the time stamp, it's about 15 minutes after.
Oh, bugger.
No. Not Hinewai, she's so sweet.
And yet she and Tahlia were alone in that dressing room
for 10 minutes in the hours before Tahlia started feeling sick.
Hinewai doesn't drink. She doesn't do anything.
Madison, she replaced Tahlia in that show.
That gives her motive and opportunity.
She's Harry's sister.
Take your time. Take your time.
Beautiful. Beautiful.
Slower, slower, slower, lovely.
That's lovely.
Oh, my Lord. Beautiful.
- Isn't she fabulous? - Ha, yes.
When did you decide that Hinewai was the one to replace Tahlia?
I'd never considered anyone replacing Tahlia.
So after Tahlia's death?
That's when she was approached.
Yes, of course it was.
So up until that moment,
Hinewai wouldn't have had any clue that she was next on the list,
so to speak.
Oh, if she was smart, she would.
Just from the order on the call sheet.
Her and Tahlia were very close, so she's handled the tragedy very well.
I know Faith always calls them little snowflakes,
but they're much tougher than that, these girls.
And Hine, well, she's evidence of that.
Would you excuse me for a minute?
Darling, Hine, beautiful, beautiful. Just beautiful.
- Hey. - Hi.
What's up?
Oh, I just thought we should have a catch-up.
OK.
Mm, so, Madison seems to be getting on really well with Hinewai.
Yeah, Hine mentioned the new girl. She likes her too.
Feel a bit guilty she doesn't know the truth, though.
Yeah, seems like a nice kid.
Sure.
She's got a bit of a temper on her, though.
Like most of the wahine in my family.
Oh, wow. So, um...
what kind of friends she have? Like, outside of modelling.
I don't know. All sorts.
Boyfriend? Girlfriend?
Not currently... she's too much of a swot.
Oh, right. Yeah. The, um, the engineering degree.
Right, but then modelling came along and she ditched it.
Took a break from it.
That's worked out quite well for her though, hasn't it?
Cos now she's the star of the show.
Mm.
Alexa, are you investigating my sister?
No. No, no. But, you know, as you know,
I have to keep an open mind. And something's come up.
- So I would not be doing my job if... - She's my baby sister.
Yeah.
And I've got a baby brother,
and he just landed his first landscaping contract.
And 99% of me is so happy for him. The other 1%...
Hine's not Will.
You can't seriously think that she's involved.
No. 99%, no.
But we should put that 1% to bed.
I went into that room for the same reason Tahlia did.
We just wanted to see the Rising Angel dress.
No one had seen it up-close. It wasn't even on-site till that day.
See. Simple explanation.
And I can't wait to hear the explanation about
how Madison's agent is suddenly an undercover cop?
Well, she's not a cop. More of a friend to the cops.
Does Madison know you're not a real agent, Alexa?
Oh, what?!
Madison's undercover too?
I really liked her.
Hinewai,
what was Tahlia doing when you walked into Faith's dressing room?
She was just standing there looking at the dress.
It was hanging up in Faith's wardrobe, but neither of us touched it.
Oh, I think you might be wrong about that.
I think she did touch that dress.
Hey, nice work, guys. I'll see you Thursday.
Hi, Trey.
Relax, I come in peace.
I just wanted to get another look at that impressive ink of yours.
So you say that the tattooist did this
off a selfie that Tahlia took, right?
- She sent it to me that morning. - Still got that photo?
Of course. It's the last message she ever sent me.
Mm.
Please, come on in
Help yourself.
This is the Rising Angel dress, right? The one and only.
Would you like to see it on?
I'm not meant to give any previews, but what the hell?
Um...
I got a better idea.
Let's go visit your murderer.
What?
Someone wanted you dead, Faith.
And now I know who.
Come along.
What on earth are you...
This is private property, Alexa.
Just relax, Jeffrey.
What did you call me?
Jeffrey. Latimore.
OK. I don't know what Faith has been saying,
but she's dreamed it up, OK?
You know, her brain is fried.
Faith did tell me a few things.
But I didn't need her to tell me that you killed Tahlia.
I figured that out all on my own some.
I adored Tahlia.
- Mm. - She was my inspiration.
She was my muse. I created this whole collection around her.
You did? Why wasn't she the star of your show then?
Oh, wait a minute... she was meant to be.
Only your former muse, your oldest friend, couldn't handle it.
When Faith heard you were making a comeback with Tahlia,
she was furious she was being replaced.
She wanted in, but you didn't want her.
You know, has it crossed your mind that she did something to Tahlia.
Yes, Jeffrey. Yes, it did.
Then why are you speaking to me?
And you know, it's Jem. OK?
Jem Litacci.
Well, let's talk about...
Jem Litacci.
The plucky, little, poor kid
who fought his way up from the bottom of the heap.
This is an excellent work... of fiction.
And what does it say? Hang on, I marked it.
Ooh, on the mean streets of Rome,
our family could barely afford to eat most nights.
What is this now? Are you poverty-shaming me?
Jeffrey Lattimore, you are about as Italian as a frozen pizza.
Now, Faith confirmed that for me.
Oh, you believe that lush.
That lush came to you,
and she demanded that you make her the star of the show,
otherwise she was going to expose what you truly are to the world.
And let's face it, a rich boy pretending to be a scrappy underdog
from a migrant background...
who's gonna be cancelled faster than that?
I am an artist, OK? And an artist interprets.
And who are you to tell me
that my interpretation of my past isn't authentic?
You're a trust fund baby from Toorak, mate.
Your parents puts you through design school,
but you told all your classmates that you were there on a scholarship.
Oh, my.
But to be fair, you've been telling these lies so long,
you may even believe your own crap.
But you didn't want Faith spilling the beans.
And you didn't want her in your show,
so you bought castor beans off the dark web...
same place you got Faith those crazy diet pills. Am I right?
Ground the beans into ricin powder
using the coffee grinder you took from Faith's dressing room,
then transferred the ricin
into the lining of the dress the Faith was to wear.
This one right here.
With Faith gone,
you could romp off on your new career with Tahlia as your new muse.
But you forgot...
the new generation of models idolises Faith Cooper.
They've seen her on magazine covers, ads, billboards.
On the morning of the dress rehearsal,
Tahlia snuck into Faith's room for a peek at that dress.
She couldn't help herself.
She tried it on.
She took a picture for her boyfriend
and then put it back in Faith's wardrobe.
When she collapsed half an hour later,
you guessed what might have happened.
And you got the dress out of there pronto,
but you couldn't bring yourself to dispose of your masterpiece.
That dress that's hanging in Faith's wardrobe is a fake.
The original took you a year. And you had what... four days?
But it shows in the detailing.
But I want to congratulate you on your artful rip-off.
You're as mad as Faith is.
Oh, really?
Here, touch it.
Run your hand across the lining.
Faith, my sweet.
Have you heard what this madwoman's saying?
That is for Tahlia.
You believe this story?
Sadly, Jeffrey, I do.
Come on. Wakey, wakey. Let's go.
Oh, no. I can't move.
Oh, do you want a 'dwink'? Want a glass of Harden The Hell Up?
You should be used to it by now.
I'm not. The digging, the hot sun, the 12-hour days.
It will all be worth it.
Oh, yeah, that's fine for you to say.
You're the one who's gonna be doubling your investment
without lifting a finger.
Yeah, that's right.
Yeah, and yet you're still waiting for me to screw it up, aren't ya?
Please. Will, I've already told you I trust you.
How about returning the favour, eh?
Mm. Maybe.
In fact, why don't you come with me?
They're good company. They don't suck.
I'm still trying to get used to the fact you've got actual friends.
I try to fend them off, but they won't take no for an answer.
Look at us! Just like normal people.
Ah, curfew. Better not come.
We don't want the parole officer knocking on the door, do we?
Almost.
Hey, Hinewai forgives you, by the way, Madison.
Thank God.
Does she forgive you, Harry?
She will... when she gets back.
She's in Sydney shooting a catalogue.
- Mm. - Oh. She'll be great.
That's you next, eh?
Oh, yeah
So are we going everywhere by limo now?
Sure, girlfriend
Music, please, babe.
- Yo! - Yo, yo, yo, yo!
Come on.
♪ When your back's against the wall,
♪ turn around and you will see. ♪
♪ I will catch you when you fall. ♪
♪ Just have a little faith in me. ♪
♪ Have a little faith in me. ♪
♪ Faith! ♪