[girl] Nya, nya.
Don't get into staring competitions with toddlers.
You'll only lose.
Are you ever on time for anything?
Well, I once was 18 hours early for an Abba concert.
So, you only keep your professional
colleagues waiting then.
No. Some dates, too.
You know this is a popular date spot,
so I've been told.
Are we on a date?
If you'd told me, I would've brought my pepper spray.
Not my type.
- Tom Bernay. - Mm. Hmm.
Do you know that he proposed to his wife here,
20 years ago?
Forty-five. No kids.
By all accounts, incredibly charming.
He had a real way with women.
[Alexa] Wow, do you think he's an actor?
[Harry] He also wrote, directed and produced.
He was the owner of a traveling theatre company.
[Alexa] Past tense? [Harry] Very.
[Harry] His latest was a feminist reimagining
of Little Red Riding Hood.
- He played the wolf. - That's original.
Yeah, the last show in Russell certainly was.
Red Riding Hood stabbed him on stage
with a retractable prop knife.
- Only it didn't retract. - What?
He was rushed to the hospital with a perforated liver.
Went into respiratory shock.
Coma. He was brain death within 24 hours.
Pre-existing Crohn's disease put him over the edge, apparently.
Okay. What's the stinger?
You always have some juicy morsel for a finale.
He was having an affair
with the co-star that stabbed him.
Sonya Fulton. Her prints were on the knife.
There was no damage to the knife's internal mechanics.
You know the traditional wisdom is that the wife did it.
Yeah, the wife was on a three week
business trip in Wellington.
Okay. What do you have for me to go on?
Cell phone footage of the show.
Ask the audience. Classic.
And the prop knife.
Who had access to both.
How did she make the knife malfunction
just the one time she needed it to?
- Maybe it was an accident. - Maybe it wasn't.
That's why I'm talking to you.
Flattery will get you everywhere.
Okay. Give me the motive?
Ah, nothing obvious.
There is a last run of the show on the fringe festival though.
Madison's all into that.
What about you? You like a bit of theatre?
Not much.
Good grief! No! Chowder, no!
Stop! That is not good for you.
How did your date go?
Why does it look like a merch bomb went off in here?
I went to the fringe festival.
It was amazing. I've met some amazing people.
Comedians, actors, poets.
Oh, that's got cat saliva on it.
But go ahead.
There was a slam poetry showcase,
it was very Greenwich Village.
- Very esoteric. - Bad?
Well, it's an acquired taste, like, um--
- Cat saliva. - Olives.
I'll take your word for it.
You have absolutely no culture.
Really? How's this for culture? "Fem Riding Hood"?
Esoteric?
Bad.
But the new wolf is very hot.
Well, there's something so primal about
seeing a grown man in a fur suit.
Gross.
The old one died.
I know.
[Lee] Broken their pity for responsibility...
I can run from the law. I can run from myself.
I can run from my life. I can run into debt.
I can run from it all. I can run till I'm gone.
I can run for the office and run for the cause.
I cannot run...
from my family.
They're hidden inside me.
Corpses on ice.
Hello, gorgeous.
What's a girl like you doing all the way out here?
- Me? [Alexa] Who's the new wolf.
That's the understudy, Jason.
[Sonya] I'm foraging for mushrooms.
You see my grandmother and I live right up there.
Oh, would you care to join us for dinner, Mr. Huntsman?
- Bad idea. - Oh, you think?
[Jason] Hello, my darling!
Oh, lovely Red.
You look frozen!
Come climb into bed.
Ah, grandma, did a Huntsman come by before me?
I didn't see one.
Well, I'm afraid I've done something bad.
What could you have possibly have done that's bad, my dear?
You see, I promised you a kiss.
Ah...
I like this part.
[Sonya] You see,
no one in this world gives you power.
You have to take it.
And that goes for fur coats, too.
- Stop it! - You can't stop me.
Hi, just some fans of your work.
Oh. T-thank you so much.
Alexa Crowe. This is Madison.
In the original, the huntsman saves red.
But I much prefer your psychopathic anti-heroine.
It's a feminist critique.
You know, that really came through.
We're with the police.
I've already talked to the police.
Well, we're just, um, confirming a few details.
You know, clean-up crew.
Are you okay?
Well, I stabbed and killed Tom. What do you think?
That was a terrible accident. I'm sorry.
But, um, I'm a little bit of a theatre enthusiast myself.
And I've gotta say that your decision to no longer use
a retractable knife was a very wise one.
That's why we do the shadow play, now.
The retractable knife was Tom's idea.
- More dramatic that way. [Alexa] Yeah, sure is.
Was the one that killed Tom a spring loaded affair?
Look, I, I'm-I'm not really a props person.
Oh, of course not. You're the star.
In fact, Tom wrote that play for you, didn't he?
And the other one, the, uh,
you know, "Sexy Sleeping Beauty".
That was actually about the objectification of female pain.
Was it ever.
How long were you and he together?
A few months.
Did you love him?
Yeah. I did, actually.
You know typically these kind of arrangements
don't work out well for the other woman.
Did his wife know about you?
Look, I-I think you should leave.
Okay, well, thanks for your time.
Um, I thought you were really good.
Did you see her bag, by the way? That's like the price of a car.
[Madison] Hi, Jason. - I am aware.
[Jason] Maddie! - Hey. I loved the show.
- Thanks. - This is Alexa Crow.
She's a police consultant.
- You're the tech guy? - Oh, and the new Wolf.
Plus Health and safety, too.
Can I ask you a few questions about what happened to Tom?
Sure.
Sonya said that the retractable knife
was Tom's idea?
Oh, cosmic irony, man.
Proper theatres they phased out retractables ages ago.
But with Tom, drama over safety, every time.
And now Sonya has to go to therapy until she dies.
Did you try to talk him out of it?
Health and safety style?
Yeah, yeah. We all did.
But you couldn't argue with him.
It's like trying to wrestle with a bull.
You did check the knife before the show.
Yeah, yeah. Tom did, too.
Right before the lights came up on the cottage scene.
Yeah. He was pretty diligent about it.
Did you know about him and Sonya?
Yeah.
They didn't really hide it.
Any trouble in paradise?
Well, not that I saw. She was nuts about him.
God knows why.
If he wasn't banging on about artistic integrity
he was throwing up backstage.
That's attractive.
Oh, he had that digestive,
what you call it--
- Crohn's disease. - Yeah.
Didn't mix with motel minibars.
But he still managed to do the tour, 20 shows?
Yeah, I filled in for him when he was too sick to go on.
Younger, sexier wolf for the ladies.
Yes. Well, thank you.
- Is that it? - For now.
- See you around, Maddie. - Bye.
Maddie. "See you around, Maddie."
Hey, Raf!
Oh, you're on first name terms with a slam poet, too?
Yeah.
So, what's the next move?
Go see the wife. Harry gave me an address.
What?
Nothing.
Are you lost?
Hello, Eleanor.
Alexa?
Hi.
What? Has it been like 40 years?
Sorry. A bit rude.
No, be rude.
Well, my old place looks the same.
Except the front yard looks better, actually,
than it used to.
Do you wanna come in?
Yeah, I'd love to.
These steps.
Oh, my God, I remember these steps.
So, you're in renewable energy?
Doing my part for the planet.
Good for you. How's it going?
Great.
We're integrating the entire
manufacturing process in New Zealand,
so lots of screaming, haggling and arse kissing.
And you paint?
Yeah. Recently I realized I had no hobbies.
And had some old paint lying around, so...
- I bake bread. - And you showed up empty handed?
But I will not next time.
When did you get back? And where did you get back from?
And what do you do? Kids? Partner?
Sorry, rambling...
No, no, ramble away.
Yeah. Well, 40 years' worth of questions.
Um, Australia, no kids, widowed.
Eleanor, I work for the police.
- You're here about Tom. - Yeah.
Well, I wasn't sure at first,
I saw the address and...
I thought for sure you'd have moved on.
No, I did. London, Bern, Shanghai.
But then mum and dad died and...
this is home. So...
Go on. Ask.
Did you know about the affair?
Only when the police told me.
You spend 20 years with someone,
you love them,
bankroll them, stand by them.
And then...
- When you say bankroll-- - The theatre.
Forty grand a year out the window.
- But it made him happy. - Mm.
I stopped giving him the money a few months ago.
15 years too late, but I did stop.
- Not even I'm that stupid. - Why did you stop?
Mothering your husband gets tiring.
And I guess...
I just thought he'd grow up.
They cut down your lemon tree.
- Bastards. - Mm.
Did we once make lemonade and then sell it out the front?
We did. With your brother, Will.
- How is Will? - Oh, he's fine.
I think selling the lemonade was his idea.
Yeah. That'd be right.
Except we didn't add sugar,
so it was just lemon juice.
You know the first few nights
after Tom died...
didn't feel real.
In the back of my head I just thought he was...
late coming home.
Yeah, I know that feeling.
We're actually looking at the girl.
Sonya.
You think she deliberately killed him?
I do not know yet. Did you meet her?
Mm, she came here for dinner once,
can't say she made an impression.
I know that's not very helpful, but I just paid for the theatre.
I don't really know any of them.
How, how long have you been back?
A year. Well, I've been really swamped.
Oh, well, it's okay.
You don't need to do that, I'm a big girl.
No, seriously. There are some weird murders here.
You know? Per capita.
Well, whatever the reason,
uh, I'm glad you're back.
Yeah, me too.
[Madison] Oi, what is that?
Oh, Reuben lent me this to make miche.
- Quiche? - Miche! Miche bread!
Wait. Who's dead? Well, why are you using that?
You've already got a bread making machine.
Reuben lent me this one 'cause he says
it's perfect for making miche.
Well, it's a bit too noisy to be perfect.
Ooh, what have you found?
Ah, yeah.
I got into your best friend's dead husband's metadata.
- And guess what? - Gambling?
No. He was looking for divorce lawyers.
And that's not all. Follicular unit extractions.
- Which are? Hair plugs. - Hair plugs.
Eighteen thousand dollars worth, to be exact.
Payment went out of Tom's account
to a fancy clinic downtown two months ago.
Eleanor told me she'd stopped giving him money.
Well, she wasn't lying.
No deposits from her since October.
So where did he get the cash?
Mm.
[Alexa] This season's Celine La Tournelle bag.
Valued at $4000 dollars.
What's this?
Mm, Burberry. Very nice.
Ah, what do you want?
Wanna talk to you about the $20,000
you gave Tom in February.
It's just you don't actually have a paying job, do you?
Every single deposit in bank your account
comes from your father. I did a little digging.
I mean nothing weird, just Google.
But your dad is Jonathan Fulton.
- Private equity. - So?
So does your dad know that you gave money to Tom?
- Please, don't tell him. - Oh, no, no. Never, never.
Well, unless it became relevant.
Well, to what?
- To Tom's death, obviously. - Well, it's not!
I-I already told you, I-I loved him.
Yeah, but did he love you?
Or did he just come on to you
because his wife had stopped giving him money?
I came onto him, actually.
Oh, right.
So, you come on to a married man
with wife and money troubles.
Did you convince him to leave his wife and marry you.
No. That's not what happened.
I-I gave him money for the theatre. That's all.
I wasn't trying to buy him.
Sonya, he took your money and bought hair plugs.
What?
- Thank you. - Excuse us.
So, she says she gave him money to expand the theatre.
- Oh, you think she's lying? - Oh, she's an actress.
If he lied about what he did with the money
and she found out, that's a motive.
- Betrayal. - You bet.
- Busy? - Ah, meetings. Time zones.
From the oven straight to you.
I've organized the entire supply chain
according to your schedule.
Thank you.
[Alexa] You seemed to handle that okay.
Ah, well, you didn't see the screaming match
I had with the German supplier.
I was this close to hopping on a 27 hour flight
just so I could kill him.
Oh, what's up?
Can we sit down?
Did you know...
that Tom was looking at divorce lawyers?
Was he planning to marry her?
Well, she says no. But...
That girl was in the same boat as you.
She gave him $20,000.
- What? - Yeah.
After you cut him off.
She gave him the money to help expand the theatre.
Of course, he took it and spent it on himself.
He betrayed her, like he did to you.
And that's why she killed him?
Not sure. But I do know that Tom was a parasite.
That's not fair.
It is.
He took and took from you for years and then when you
cut him off he found a younger model to do the same.
Takes a very special piece of work to ask his
22-year-old mistress for money for hair plugs.
- Hair plugs? - Hair plugs.
What?
Yeah.
I'm sorry. Yes.
Ah...
Can I look in Tom's office?
Any communications with Sonya could be helpful.
Yeah. Go for your life.
Thanks.
Steroids?
Medrol?
Steroids.
It helped with Tom's Crohn's disease,
curbed all the nausea and vomiting from the road food.
Mm.
And Jason blamed the minibar.
- Who? - What you got there?
- Cheers. - Ooh.
Which is totally not true by the way,
so I go up to him and I, and I get right up in his face...
and I go, "By your logic, we should still be using coal
"and riding horses and, and burning women at the stake
because technology is witchcraft!"
Witchcraft.
The most efficient known superconductor
is slightly unstable we make it stable.
We don't settle for mediocrity!
- Well, I'm really proud of you. - Oh, stop.
No, I am. Really.
There's so many people just...
grinch about the world and...don't lift a finger.
But you're really out there doing...stuff. Real stuff.
Oh, yeah. So are you.
Nah. It's not the same.
You protect people.
You know, I remember that time that you were, um...
obsessed with mummies?
Don't say it like that.
You make me sound like a psycho.
Yeah, and you had that Barbie doll
and you tried to pull it's organs out.
Not listening. Shut up.
And then you wrapped her in toilet paper and you buried--
In the time capsule. Yes. I was very cool.
Psycho.
Didn't we, um...
bury that next to your...
No.
- Don't be silly. - Don't. No.
- Immature. - Don't think about it.
No. Don't you. Don't you.
Don't. No, we shouldn't.
Never.
- Ah! - Shh!
I'm okay! I'm okay!
Okay. Spade! Give me the spade!
[Alexa] Shh!
Shush yourself. Ohh!
Maybe it's back there.
Where the hell was the lemon tree?
- Ready for this? - Ah, wait.
- Ah, no, okay. - Okay.
Nefertiti Barbie!
Ah, there is still something
very cool about the pharaohs
being buried with everything
they need in their next life.
Everything they loved.
"Pen licenses granted
to Alexa Crowe and Eleanor Labner."
- Mm. - Congrats.
Deck of cards.
You're such a cheat.
That's what cards are for.
"I promise to listen to my best friend.
"I promise to be honest at all times with my best friend.
"I promise to never keep anything from my best friend.
"I promise to remain in touch at all times,
and be best friends forever."
My mama gave your mama a punch in the nut.
"Signed, Alexa and Eleanor."
Run, run.
I could sue you for breach of contract.
What happened?
I came back from camp and you were just...gone.
We moved.
We moved a lot.
You know that house was the longest I'd been anywhere
up until high school.
I'm sorry. I should've tried harder to say goodbye.
Mm.
You're here now.
And it's not true, by the way!
I did not cheat every time.
[Eleanor] Hah, I think it's easier to count the times
that you didn't cheat than the times that you did.
Oh, yes.
Hold on.
[Eleanor] Alexa! - Mm?
Well, that was exciting.
I've never been questioned before.
I wish you'd told me that isn't the first time
the neighbours have complained about you.
Like, before we jumped over the fence.
He's a confabulator.
You...
You put a death threat in his mailbox--
It wasn't a threat.
"The planet would be better off without you on it."
That's not a threat.
He's in oil. It's a quantifiable fact.
Let me see. Whoa!
Blood alcohol through the roof.
-"Breaking and entering-- - We didn't break anything.
"Aggravated assault of a landscaped lawn.
- That was her. - You're looking at 20 to life.
Very funny. Okay. Harry, this is Eleanor. Eleanor, Harry.
Good to meet you.
Maybe lay off the property damage, eh?
And no more death threats.
It wasn't a threat! It was a casual observation.
Well, you are free to leave.
I'm staying a bit. Bye-bye.
I'll see you at our next aggravated assault.
Can't wait.
- I kind of like her. - Okay.
I think I have a motive for Sonya.
Right. What do you need?
I need the knife that killed Eleanor's husband.
Well, I promised you a kiss.
W-w-wait, wait. Go back.
Just play that again.
Go back.
There.
She didn't touch the knife after.
And Tom tested it before the scene began.
So whatever she did to that knife--
She did it on stage.
Alexa's miche bread!
Ha! The machine worked!
Gluten free?
It's delicious, so no.
Hey.
Have you got any watermelons?
Alright, I'm starting to feel kinda dumb.
What if it's as simple as jamming the knife?
Ah! Ahh!
Whoever so pulls that knife from the watermelon
shall be the king of England.
Okay. So she can jam it, but how does she un-jam it?
So she jams it...
when it's hidden in her costume...
and...
Mm-hmm.
Now drop it.
So it doesn't un-jam on impact.
So if she wanted to unjam it,
she'd have to push back.
And see, she didn't have the time
nor the forearm strength to do that.
Maybe it was an accident.
Maybe there were two knives.
And one swapped one for the other.
Jason!
- Hey. [Alexa] Hi.
- Maddie's friend. - Yeah.
Yeah. Good show last night?
Ah, there was more people in the crowd than on the stage,
that's always a win.
Good.
- Can I tell you something? - Sure.
First time I saw you, I said to Madison,
that guy is way too good looking
to be working lights.
You should go on stage more.
Yeah.
How long have you been with the theatre?
Few years. Um...
Yeah, I-I met Tom when we were
doing a community theatre thing at UNI.
Oh, you got on?
Yeah, he taught me a lot.
I looked at the video... of the Russell show.
And I've gotta say, you were a bit of a hero that night.
You were on stage before anybody realized anything had happened.
How'd you know Tom wasn't acting when he was stabbed?
I'd seen him do that bit a thousand times.
I knew something was wrong.
Well, it's good that you're here for Sonya.
- I mean you're close, I assume. - Yeah.
'Cause you perform together, eat together, tour together.
Gosh, if I was your girlfriend, I'd be really jealous.
Yeah, Sonya's like a sister to me.
Hey, I've gotta finish setting up.
I'm gonna make you a promise.
I'm gonna do right by you. And I'm gonna do right by Sonya.
I'm going to find out who killed Tom.
Cross my heart.
Oh, Jason.
Better tie those shoe laces.
- Safety hazard and all. - Yeah.
Many happy returns.
Well, you can have it for a bit longer if you like.
Reuben, do you know why I bake bread?
'Cause you can't make cakes?
It's my thinking time.
And this little baby sounds like it's a chainsaw
hacking up a body every time I turn it on.
And how do you know what hacking up a body
with a chainsaw sounds like?
Oh, I just close my eyes and imagine.
Well, for what it's worth,
your miche was fantastic.
Ugh, It's not you, honey. It's her.
Code. I love code.
Writing it, breaking it,
whilst I'm computing, or commuting.
A Colossus.
Something that rhymes with Colossus.
I'm chic, I'm a freak,
I'm a geek, I'm g...
- Hey. - Why do you sound out of breath?
- I'm jogging. - Okay, look.
I need you to look into the communications
between Sonya and Jason.
Everything like phone calls, texts, emails,
everything going back the last six months.
What are you thinking? He set her up?
Yeah, maybe.
Framing a girl for murder. Great way to win her heart.
Just look for anything suggesting
that he might've wanted her out of the way with Tom.
Copy that!
How's Madison's performance thing coming?
For slam poetry?
The what?
You didn't hear it from me.
What on earth rhymes with Colossus?
- Eleanor? [Eleanor] One second!
- Busy time? - Ah, just more...
No, no. You-you don't want to know. Come in.
Look, I'm afraid that, uh, we might've jumped the gun.
- In what way? - On Sonya.
We're now looking at the tech guy. Jason.
I think he might have swapped the prop knife
for the actual murder weapon. Did Tom ever mention him?
Um. No, I don't think so.
Anything. Tension. Disagreements. Fights--
Well, what about...the money and the affair?
Are you sure it's not the girl?
The, umm, oh, the mechanics of the whole thing don't work.
She couldn't...
Stop!
You said you didn't know him.
Alexa--
If I asked my friend, Harry, to go over there and check,
will he find Jason at home with his big white shoes on?
He thought you were going to pin Tom's death on him.
Then he's smarter than he looks.
Oh, Alexa, he's just a kid!
He's old enough to sleep with, evidently.
Is that his toothbrush in your bathroom?
It's not serious.
Tom, he...
God, he went through every girl in this bloody city
who gave him half a look. What?
I'm-I'm just supposed to sit there--
So you slept with a techie to get back at him.
It's...
Jason is just an over-attached stress ball.
- How over-attached? Oh, God.
Alexa, it's not serious.
I don't care how serious you think this is.
And I don't care who you sleep with.
But I care about you lying to me.
- I didn't. - You lied!
I am on the brink of revolutionizing
photovoltaics' in this country.
What's that got to do with anything?
It's my reputation. It's this company's reputation.
It's the years I've spent working my arse off...
building it up. I am not gonna let this--
- Murder? - Ugliness put me under.
This company is my life.
Did Jason tell you he didn't do it?
No, and I didn't ask him.
He's not capable of it.
You know, my friend Harry might need
a little confirmation of that.
You did say he was "over-attached."
- Alexa-- - Would he kill for you?
You know, maybe Jason's just another grifter?
Like he sets his sights on a rich, older woman,
but Tom's in the way.
He slides in as the trophy husband.
And then he swaps Sonya's prop knife
off stage for a real one, Sonya goes back on--
Stab, stab, stab.
And he takes advantage of all the chaos
to swap the murder weapon for a real knife.
Well, bingo. What you've got there is a freak accident.
Good theory.
All it really proves is that everyone's having a lot of sex.
Oh, and everyone's losing their hair.
- What? - Yeah. Jason's going bald.
Tom paid for hair plugs.
Male pattern baldness is a problem.
That's some good detective work.
Hang on.
Tom wants a divorce,
and Eleanor didn't want to give him half of everything.
Oh, no, no, no. S-she supported him for 20 years.
Yeah. And he dumped her for a UNI grad.
And then she had to give up
half of her house, half of her company--
She was in Wellington. She wasn't even around.
She wouldn't have needed to be
if she was in on it with her toy boy.
You're wrong.
I know she's a mate, but...
I'm not here to fight.
And I'm not a murderer.
I see that tonight is gonna be your last show.
Yeah. I guess I'll have to find a real job now.
You should go professional. You're certainly good enough.
Break a leg.
[Alexa] Jason. Here, catch.
Eleanor told me about you and her.
We like each other. Big deal.
Obsession can be a big deal. It makes people blind.
I'm not obsessed.
Well, I think you might be. So does Eleanor.
Can you stop hassling her? She's having a hard time.
You switched the knives, didn't you?
You know innocent people are usually very quick
to deny it when they've been accused of murder.
I didn't murder anyone.
Well, technically, no. I guess not.
You know? Sonya did it.
Can't prove it wasn't an accident.
I've known other people who killed for love.
And they are eaten up, year after year.
Guilt, anger, fear.
Well, you've got a lot of years left.
How do you wanna live them?
There's nothing, Sonya only ever texted
Jason about her dinner order.
Yeah, I figured. I think she's just a patsy.
I kinda kinda feel sorry for her. Where are you now?
Oh, I'm shopping.
You think you could pick me up a new pair of shoes?
Hey, isn't that your friend?
Sing! Goddess.
- Sorry. - Of the rage of my womb!
So, what time are you going on?
- Reuben told you. - He did.
The next murder you'll be solving is gonna be his.
You're not going to let me see you perform?
Oh, shut up!
Serial cheater Tom might've been wiping his history
more than he brushed his teeth, but lucky for us, the metadata
gives us access to Eleanor's entire network traffic.
Date range?
Oh, everything in the last six months,
including the search history.
So many dead trees. What are we looking for?
Any and all communications between Eleanor and Jason.
I need to know that she wasn't involved.
[Alexa] Well, you're no help.
Get off that please, Mr. Chowder. Thank you.
Oh, puss...
Are you alright?
No.
I just...feel you deserve an explanation
about why I went away without saying goodbye.
That summer, my parents sprang it on me.
And when we settled down again, I wrote letters
but I didn't think you'd forgive me for leaving that way.
So... I waited and then, you know, it had just been too long.
Well, I prefer connecting like this than a high school reunion.
What colour do you call that?
Hmm. Cobalt?
Don't ask me, I only paint
'cause I don't wanna go to therapy.
I thought you did this because you had left over paint.
Mm. Same thing.
It's not cobalt. It's not indigo.
It's not navy.
It's Prussian Blue.
Hey, you know the other night you said that you were
working using new superconductors.
You know the one you got into a fight about at the conference.
Are you interrogating me about photovoltaics'?
I got into mummies because you were into mummies.
I'm interested in what you're interested in.
Please don't take this the wrong way,
but it's probably a little over your head.
Thallium's a superconductor, isn't it?
The poisoner's poison.
And Prussian Blue is the only known antidote.
Did you order it because you thought
you might accidentally poison yourself
or because you might change your mind about killing Tom?
- What? - Yeah.
I guess it doesn't matter now. Poor bastard's dead anyway.
- What are you talking about? - Nausea, vomiting.
The symptoms are easy to cover up if he's got something else
like Crohn's disease.
This is madness.
And it got worse,
to the point where he was on steroids.
You know a more interesting
symptom of thallium poisoning is hair loss,
that's why he asked his girlfriend
for 20 grand for hair plugs.
Did you like that?
A little side effect, straight to the ego.
I wasn't here.
- I was in Wellington-- - Wellington.
Hey, uh, look at what's in my bag.
Go on.
It's good.
You dug up Tom?
[Alexa] You laced his stage makeup.
And after he died, you buried it with him.
Along with everything else he loved.
Just like your pharaohs.
Oh, we disinterred Tom's grave this morning.
It's a lot of circumstantial evidence.
All that...and a bag of hair.
That's from the hairbrush in your bathroom. There's more.
But it's down the lab being tested right now.
- Though that's not Tom's. - No. It's Jason's.
The effects of low grade thallium poison
only show up weeks after exposure.
So all those shows where Jason filled in for Tom...
wearing Tom's makeup...
How could you do it?
I mean your house. Your company.
Was it worth your husband's life?
Yes.
You know that Jason caused the stabbing, don't you?
Yeah, he did.
And if he hadn't, you might've gotten away with it.
Jason stabbed him, but your poison made sure Tom died.
How's that for cosmic irony?
[Harry] You okay?
What are you gonna do with Jason?
- We're interviewing him. - Oh, he'll break.
The guilt is chewing him up from the inside.
Do you need a ride home?
Nah, there's something I've gotta do first.
Oh, hi! Maddie's friend!
- Hello. - I'm Raf!
Try to keep the poetry to a dull roar, would you?
I'm taking a bath.
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