My Life Is Murder (2019) s01e02 Episode Script
The Locked Room
1 (MOB BY TKAY MAIDZA PLAYS) I'll be out back.
Bring us some champers.
We're on.
Money's on the bar.
- For you, madame.
- (CHUCKLES) How's things? Bloody marvellous.
You? Ah.
Half say I've been a little bit off.
The other half reckons I've been working too hard.
Well, that should help out.
Maybe you should take a cruise.
Disneyland.
What you got for me? Come to mama.
MAN: Police! Everybody, stay where (SHOUTING) It's not me, man! (GRUNTS) Hey.
That doesn't look good.
God, it doesn't feel good either.
- Let's have a look.
- No, don't touch it.
Oh, what a trooper.
Give me a look.
Come on.
Get your fucking hands off me.
Just move.
Don't touch me, you pig! (SPITS) Can you move your arm? It's best to attend it.
What is this piece of metal in your shoulder? Oh, it's my good luck charm.
It reminds me that I'm lucky to be here.
How long has it been in there? A few years.
How's everything else? There is room for improvement.
Are you exercising? I pound the hell out of bread dough several times a week, does that count? And you're eating properly? Yep.
Paleo caffeine diet.
That's what the cavemen lived on when they discovered coffee.
Obviously.
You're in good condition, considering.
Considering what? - Oh, yes.
- (MOBILE BUZZES) Does it hurt? Only when it rains, for some reason.
You really need to get it removed.
I have three unsolved murders to tickle your fancy.
Oh, multiple-choice.
Goody.
Number one, outlaw biker.
At some point in the last 12 months, he was chopped up in little bits, put in Ziploc bags and stashed in a dog meat freezer.
Aww, a dog lover.
Yeah, no bikies.
What else have you got? Three weeks ago, the remains of an unidentified woman were found in bushland.
Shotgun blast to the head, execution style.
How long has she been there? A few months, we think.
Unidentified, hate that.
What else? Last June, a man was shot dead in a motel room, found by the manager.
The door was locked from the inside, security chain in place.
How did the manager get in? Cut the chain.
- Windows? - Locked, also from the inside.
- I see what you're doing here.
- What am I doing? You gave me these two to make up numbers to make this one seem more appealing.
Are you calling me manipulative? Why, yes, I am.
How can you say no to a locked room mystery? I don't know, it's kind of a magician's trick.
Get a magician to solve it.
I am.
Now, the guy had a wife and son.
It'd be good to get them some answers.
- You want to see a sample clue? - Yeah.
The lipstick smear on the wineglass.
And? What do the labs say? No prints match, but the DNA profile says female, red hair.
So, mysterious redheaded woman kills this bloke, locked the door from the inside and then disappears into thin air.
Abracadabra.
You can hang onto those.
Let me know how you get on.
Hey! Does your doctor ever tell you to do more exercise? (BIRD SQUAWKS) An actual key, how 20th-century.
And the manager doesn't want us to leave a mess.
The nerve! You mean the guy with the tomato soup all over his tie? How did you know it was tomato? It was brown and crusty.
Been there long enough to oxidise.
Eww.
Oh, my gosh! Are you allergic to this wallpaper? Because I love it.
Alright, so.
So the body was lying here.
The body has a name.
- Alan.
- Alan Patrick Gillespie.
- Can you? - What? Laying down on the floor? I just got this jacket dry-cleaned.
That's alright, I'll hold it for you.
Left arm out, right arm tucked in, out more.
Bend this leg.
Head to the left.
No, your other left.
It's like playing twister after you've had a few too many wines.
So, Alan Patrick Gillespie comes out of the shower, and he's brushing his teeth, and he stands looking at himself in the mirror when he is shot from behind, probably by a redheaded woman, but it's a low calibre bullet, so he didn't fall forward, he stumbles back and falls there.
And you're trying to work out some clue about the position of the body? No, I just want you out of the way while I think.
So, he's naked except for a towel and he's brushing his teeth.
Do you do that with anybody who you don't know well or aren't really comfortable with? Longstanding affair.
Yeah, maybe.
Or a jealous wife.
Except the bed is made.
58% of domestic homicides happen because of sexual jealousy.
Is that true? More than half? Actually 58.
7%.
Forget the stats, what does your gut tell you? It wants lunch, I'm thinking about tomato soup.
Get me chapter and verse on Alan Patrick Gillespie.
Homicide's already been there.
Get me something they haven't.
I'm orienteering this weekend.
Oh, God, do people still do that? Well, start tonight.
I'm going to Ed Sheeran.
He looks like somebody's grandfather.
Well, I don't want to waste the ticket.
OK, I'll take it off your hands.
Turn that frown upside down, missy.
So, Alan told you that he was flying to see his sister in Hobart, but in fact he was 40 minutes away in a motel room.
With a redhead, apparently.
Yet in your statement in June, you said that he never played around.
Yes.
Just an ordinary guy.
Or so I thought.
I was obviously wrong.
How was your sex life? OK.
Normal.
Once a week, usually.
Are you trying to trick me into a confession? I did not murder my husband, I did not engage someone else to murder him.
Oh, for Christ's sake, how would I find a hit man? - (KETTLE WHISTLES) - I'm a midwife.
Oh, Carmel, I just wish that you had an alibi.
Well, what can I say? I was here with my son, asleep.
He's lost his father.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
Really.
That picture, different.
It's awful, I know.
It was a gift from a homeless man near Alan's office.
Alan helped him to get back on his feet.
He was proud of it, then? Oh, Alan knew it was terrible, but it was important to him.
He said it was a picture of his spirit.
Alan Patrick Gillespie, bank statement, superannuation, credit card, mobile phone payments, tax return last two years, employment history at Seraphim Manufacturing, and a gym membership, lapsed.
So, how was he? Incidentally? - Alan? - Ed Sheeran.
Fantastic, you should have seen him.
Hey, what does Seraphim do? Makes components for Asian vehicle manufacturers.
Just a privately owned corporation, should be a share register somewhere.
Did you just do that? Yeah.
And? Hey, give me the share register.
OK, so what is your most considered opinion, Madison? - What, of Ed? - No, Alan.
Oh, he was normal.
- Mega ordinary.
- Really.
No hidden debts? No gambling problems? Nah, financially conservative.
He survived on only one credit card.
Oh, I've heard that can happen! So, mega ordinary Alan Patrick Gillespie had no alcohol or drug problem.
Nah, no vices, just a spotless medical record.
Wait, Nicole Butcher.
Who is she? (EXHALES) She's the alias of a crook I used to know.
Share? Nikki Malone, ever heard of her? No.
Last time I saw her, she was in handcuffs.
Is she a redhead? No.
Are you alright? Yeah, is it forecast to rain? I don't think so.
Bloody Kieran, that manipulative bastard.
Played me again.
And I'm alone Waiting For you to Rescue me I have no home I'm just afloat In this small wooden boat And I'm alone Waiting For you to Rescue me I have no home I'm just afloat In this small wooden boat.
That's sounding good, sounding great.
Super tight.
- Well, yeah, except for you.
- What? Yeah, where were you in the bridge? (SCOFFS) Joking! I'm joking.
I love you, Mum.
Just remember that when you're on tour.
Well, look who it is.
How are you, Nikki? Been a while.
I never noticed mean axe player on your CV.
I'm just a noodler.
But Cassie can belt it out.
Yeah, we're a bee's dick away from signing a contract in the UK.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
Spending a fortune in the process, though.
- Fancy a drink? - Yeah, that would be good.
Hey, it was here, wasn't it, when we last met? No, County Court.
Traffickable quantity, yada yada.
I stand corrected.
And you thought you'd got me, yada yada.
I have no idea how you beat that wrap.
Well, I commend the jury on their application.
So I heard you'd quit the cops.
Yeah, one too many crap jury verdicts.
Snap.
I heard you went straight after your husband died.
Alexa, this is Anton.
My business consultant.
- Hey.
- How do? He can show you all our tax bills, prove we're legit.
Yeah, that would be nice.
So.
So, Alan Gillespie.
Accountant, murdered last June.
You did quit the cops, didn't you? Well, I'm a noodler to.
Now, Alan was shot on the night of June 22nd and I just wondered where you were? No idea, that was months ago.
Want to check? Anton, June 22nd? Night of? What was I doing? What is this? Alan Gillespie worked for Seraphim Manufacturing, and I noticed that you bought a huge piece of that company.
Ha.
Why didn't you buy the shares in your own name? I bought those shares years ago.
Oh before you turned back into Nikki Malone? Yeah, something like that.
June 22nd, you were at the beach house with Cass.
- Hey.
- Hm.
Fancy.
So, how's the straight life been treating you? Feels marvellous.
Get up every morning, check the Dow? Don't be stupid, I check the Footsie first.
- How about you? - Marvellous.
Well, good to see you, Nikki.
No, stay.
Finish your beer.
Nah, got to get home and put on Foo Fighters, you've inspired me.
Hey, Mum, I just Sorry.
Nah, just leaving.
Can I have some cash? Ugh1 How much? About a 100.
We're thinking of ordering sushi.
Great hair.
Night.
Here you go, love.
I hear you're a big Ed Sheeran fan now.
Oh, yeah, massive.
Yeah, he's like Jamie Oliver with sleeve tattoos.
So, just because Nikki Malone's daughter has red hair, you think she was sleeping with the victim.
Maybe, or Nikki thought she was.
Would she risk a life sentence for that? Might.
Cass is the apple of her eye, really she's all Nikki's got.
Sounds a bit like you're letting past history cloud your judgement.
Tautology, past and history, they're the same thing.
- Thanks.
- Enjoy.
It's compromise, I will consume.
Please go back to caffeine, for all our sakes.
You know what, he's right.
Don't fight.
I'll get another coffee.
Thanks.
Doesn't sound like you've got much.
Well, apply pressure, set the dogs on her.
(CHUCKLES) I can't give you surveillance unless you give me something.
Nikki Malone's kept her nose clean for five years.
People like her do not change.
Isn't that why you set me up for this? If anyone's going to dig up dirt on her, it's you.
You're really quite sly, didn't I know this about you? At least I don't go around correcting people's grammar.
A hunch isn't something.
Have you got a Plan B? Collect some of the daughter's DNA to match the lipstick.
Without a warrant? Lucky I didn't hear that.
Lucky I didn't say it.
Tell me how Nikki Malone got out of the motel room and chained the door afterward.
I'm working on it, don't rush me.
Mm.
I think I'll wait for the other coffee.
Cassie's got talent.
I heard a demo of her song, she's good.
See if you can connect her to Alan Gillespie.
Roger that.
And it goes without saying, I want a full readout of Nikki Malone.
You said it anyway.
Look, I have an in tray full of work here.
And her mate.
Anton something, while you're at it.
Anton something.
Yeah, ask the ATO.
He'll be on Nikki's payroll.
And I want a complete profile on Seraphim Manufacturing.
Sorry, you're dropping out.
I want a complete No.
Sorry, you there? - Seraphim Manufacturing.
- (DIAL TONE) - Madison? - Ya gone.
(CACKLES) You owe me one, mate.
Yeah, but there's got to be a way to do that.
Mum? I'm just trying to keep your honest, mate.
Mum, Mum, Mum! Guess what, guess what.
- Sorry, sorry.
- It's OK, love.
Show me.
Hold that thought, mate.
Yvette just sent through my itinerary, I am supporting Heidi Prince in the forum in Kentish Town.
Yes! (THEY CHEER) Dial me in.
I've got to go, I'm late for rehearsal.
Rehearsal.
London is going to love you.
I'm going to love London.
Come here.
I'll see you! You there, mate? Yeah, it's a good choice.
Her name is Crowe.
That's Alexa Crowe, with an E.
Cassie, hi! We met yesterday.
Inside? Oh, yeah, right.
Hi.
You've got a great voice.
Thanks.
You're a friend of my mum's? Well, more an old colleague.
I'm Alexa.
Right.
Journo, right? You've been hired to do a piece on me? Well, I used to be a police officer.
Retired now.
Your mum and I crossed paths once or twice.
And you're talking to me, why? Did you know Alan Gillespie? Who? He was an accountant, Seraphim Manufacturing.
Don't know him.
Does he know me? No, he's dead.
Hey, I'm sort of busy and Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll get out of your hair.
Just, one thing.
Where were you June 22nd last year? - Why? - Just wondering.
I mean, I'm sorry, I don't want to bother you.
No, no, it's cool.
When did you say? June 22nd.
I was down at the beach house working on a song.
Oh, yeah, you need a lot of time alone for that, huh? I was with my mum.
Oh.
Well, thanks Cassie.
You've been very helpful.
Don't you hate it when you lock yourself out? (SPEAKS GERMAN) Fausten.
Now you are safe and sound.
Go away! Don't forget to subscribe now to garrettcanfixit.
com Auf Wiedersehen! (SPEAKS GERMAN) Fausten.
Fuck.
(MOBILE BUZZES AND RINGS) Hey, what's up with the lipgloss? Lab's got it.
They need 12 hours to run DNA.
- Maybe 15.
- So Anton's surname is Whiteley.
Well, that wasn't so hard, was it? He has a background as a paramilitary, trained in surveillance, weapons intelligence.
The things you find, Madison! And, you're going to love this, you know the CCTV was down at the motel the night Alan Gillespie was killed? Yep, annoying.
And homicide checked CCTV of other businesses in the area.
You'd hope so.
Well, they missed this, because it was three blocks away.
Can we just get to the bit I'm going to love? And they weren't looking for him like we are.
He was just a random.
Who!? Anton Whiteley.
He was in the neighbourhood that afternoon.
Do you love it? You know what? I do.
Ah, shit.
Hey, Dawn! - Dawn! - What? I locked myself out, can I borrow the master key? May I borrow the master key, please, Dawn.
- Wait here.
- .
.
master key, please Dawn.
(DOORHANDLE CLINKS) Cass? You OK? (FLATLY) Yeah, I'm good.
You want some dinner? I ate before.
There's pasta.
You sure? Yeah, thanks, Mum, I'm just - I'm wrecked.
- Righto.
I thought you hated jogging.
Hate doesn't begin to describe it.
Do you need a moment? Catch your breath? No, no.
What you got? DNA result on the lipgloss from Cassie Malone's car.
Are you sure it was hers? Yeah.
It wasn't her lipstick on the wineglass in the hotel room.
Back to square one.
Not exactly, but thanks for rubbing it in.
Glad to hear it.
And you're welcome.
- Ta ta! - You should try swimming.
It's easier on the knees.
Numbers are down this week.
How much do you reckon I'd get for this place? In this market? If I had to sell now.
Not as much as you would want or need.
Crowe was talking to some guy from the homicide squad.
How long for? (DOOR OPENS) - Hi.
- Hi.
Give us a minute, mate.
Come here.
Bumped into that woman, yesterday.
- Alexa.
- What did she want? She was asking about some dead guy.
Oh, yeah, she talked to me about him, too.
I looked him up.
He was murdered in a motel room.
Psh! That's grim.
You know she's got a grudge, love.
She's holding on from years ago, the old days.
The old days.
Yeah.
Does she think you did it? Steady.
Your old lady might be a bit rough around the edges, but I've never killed anyone.
Yeah, well, she asked me where I was that night.
What did you say? I said that I was down at the beach house with you.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, but you weren't there.
You bailed on me.
- Did I? - Yeah.
You said you had to stay in town for something.
Well, that's where I must have been, then.
'Kay? You're my princess.
Seraphim Manufacturing pride ourselves on the pursuit of excellence.
Oh, my God, maybe we should make some toasted sandwiches, something nice and carby, huh? What do you think about that? Do you like that idea? Do you want a cheese toasted sandwich? Of course you do.
Some of our staff have been with the Seraphim family for decades, growing and developing along with us, as have many of our key executives.
Wait a second.
ANSWERPHONE: You've reached Detective Inspector Kieran Hussey.
- Leave a message after the tone.
- (MOBILE BEEPS) Kieran, I've found our redhead from the motel room.
She worked with Alan Gillespie.
She's dead too.
Rachel Isaacs quit Seraphim right after Alan Gillespie was killed.
Went to ground.
I think she was running scared when Malone found her.
Or, did she go to ground 'cause she was the shooter? It doesn't fit, she was clean.
Why did nobody register her as a missing person? South African national, single, no family around, nobody missed her.
Malone killed her, alright.
- Why? - I don't know.
But Seraphim Manufacturing links all three of them.
Alan Gillespie, Rachel Isaacs, and Malone.
I haven't heard anything that says Nikki Malone did any more than buy shares in the company.
Mm, she did it.
Maybe go back to Alan's wife.
How would a woman like that get her hands on two guns and dump a body in the bush? Answering those questions is your job.
I'm just a lump of coal.
You're the diamond.
Mm.
Hey, did you get Rachel Isaacs' personal effects? Of course, they've been bagged.
Can I look at her computer? Nah, it's with the techies.
Rachel's murder investigation's ramped up now.
Yeah, because I told you about her.
Let Madison have Rachel's computer for 24 hours.
- Come on.
- (SIGHS) Was it encrypted? - Passwords and that? - All that, yes, yes.
Not sure why, though.
Nothing particularly interesting on it.
Keep looking, there's got to be something.
She was definitely in that hotel room.
What about emails from the day before? Two days before? Nothing between her and Alan.
Look, this is going to take a while.
Can we order some food in? I'm not going to pay somebody to bring you hamburgers, there's food in the fridge.
Didn't have to be a hamburger.
What did you find out on Nikki? She's short of cash.
Big mortgage and income from her clubs have been on the slide for a couple of years.
Any other links to Alan Gillespie or Rachel Isaacs? Nope.
The only connection is Seraphim and I couldn't find any proof that they ever crossed paths in person there.
Are you sure she was involved? Yes.
Did you actually go out and get a chain lock? Mm, help yourself, have a go.
You're right, she's charmingly boring.
That's batshit.
20th June.
21st, yep.
I mean, if this is an affair, it is incredibly unsexy.
So, it's like they're speaking in code.
I mean, "Too many dark angels, "Keep your rare weapons safe and battle forged.
"Yes, it's behind the spirit.
" I mean, what, are they gamers? Go back a bit.
"Behind the spirit.
" - Do you want me to? - They weren't having an affair.
Alexa! - Hi, Carmel.
- What happened? - Can I come in for a sec? - What's happened? Just two minutes, promise.
I have to pick up my son.
Look, we were all wrong about your husband.
He wasn't ordinary at all, I just need your help to prove it.
Thanks.
What are you doing? What's this about? I've just got this crazy hunch.
Come on.
This will show what Patrick was doing.
Your husband was a good man.
I'm alone Waiting For you to Rescue me You say you're not a cop, but you act like one.
Old habits.
You want a drink? No thanks.
Cassie, do you know what your mother did to make her money? Yeah, this place.
And, she is an investor.
She was a drug dealer.
Big one.
That's a lie.
She wouldn't do that.
- OK, drugs killed my father.
- Yeah, that's right.
You need to hear this.
I know that you love your mother.
I also know that you are lying to protect her.
A few years ago, she invested heavily in a company that makes airbags in Asia, and a couple of people from the company found out that the airbags were faulty and they were going to blow the whistle.
- Your mother found out.
- No, no.
Please, wait.
She would have just taken out her investment.
She couldn't, it was locked up for six years.
My mum is not a murderer.
I'll tell you what I think happened.
June 22nd last year, your mother made an excuse why she had to be someplace else, maybe something to tell one of her boyfriends, whatever.
But she made you write it in your diary that she was with you, because you were her alibi in case the police came looking for her.
That's a pretty shit thing to do to your daughter, right? In any case, the police never found out the connection between her and the murders until now.
She was going to lose her money.
I need I need to get ready.
The club is about to open, I need to get ready.
Good night, ma'am.
(CAR REVS) - (MOBILE BUZZES AND RINGS) - Hi.
- Where are you, are you alright? - Yeah-yeah, tiptop.
Just out getting some exercise, you know, doctor's orders.
Hey, I've been mucking around with this chain lock.
Are you still at my house? Well, I thought you were coming back.
Anyway, it's impossible with the lock.
I've watched so many videos on it, it can't be done.
- Videos? - Yeah, like how-tos.
Breaking in without damaging the chain.
I just did it in reverse.
Wait, have you been searching for instructional break and enter videos on your laptop? Yeah.
Do you think you're maybe on a watch list? It was for work.
Well, not officially.
Well, if a get arrested you and Kieran will bail me out, right? You know what, there's got to be another way out of that motel room.
Or, the killer was still in the room when they cut the chain, which is ridiculous.
- Or she was never there.
- What? Great.
It's really kind of you, thank you.
- No worries.
- Won't take long once I get in there.
That's a really nice tie, by the way.
Oh, thank you.
There you are.
Rosebud.
Oh, Mr Russo, this wallpaper is just spectacular.
May I look in this room? Yeah, certainly.
- There you are.
- Thanks.
(SNIFFS) I don't have time to play now.
No, I just came to wish Cassie good luck.
She's leaving today, so exciting.
Yeah, thanks, but we don't need more family friends.
Yeah, you do, you need all the friends you can get.
- Go home, Alexa.
- No, you need to see this.
It's good.
That's Carmel Gillespie, Alan's wife.
Mother of his child, the one who deserves to know what happened, what you did.
Oh, this shit again.
Because you were not with Cassie June 22nd last year, you were in a motel room next to the one where Alan Gillespie was meeting with Rachel Isaacs.
'Cause they were going to go public about the faulty airbags, right, and you couldn't have that.
You need to leave right now.
Not when it's just getting interesting.
'Cause you got into the room next door and you drilled two holes in the wall.
One to see through and one to shoot through.
The gun wasn't all that powerful, but it didn't need to be, did it? Not at that distance.
You waited until Rachel left and you popped him.
(GUN POPS) Then all you had to do was clean up.
A couple of tight plugs in the wall and Bob's your uncle.
Bought you another 12 hours to be someplace else.
You knew it would send a message to Rachel Isaacs if you put a bullet in Alan, and it did.
But you hunted her down and you killed her anyway.
No loose ends.
(LAUGHS) That is a really entertaining story, but you've got no proof.
And no jury is going to believe you.
I think they're gonna.
Because it was a good plan, but not a perfect one.
And those plugs were the wrong colour for the room you were in, so you had to improvise.
And it is amazing what you did with a tube of toothpaste and a guitar pick.
You dropped something.
And it's covered in your DNA.
Nikki Malone, you're under arrest for the murder of Alan Patrick Gillespie.
Let's go.
You're not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say may be used in court.
Well, BP's down significantly.
Even your vitamin D levels are higher.
Have you been more active recently? I've been out and about, yeah.
Well, whatever you're doing, keep doing it.
It's good for you.
Now, have you thought about the other issue? My cousin is an excellent surgeon.
Annoying as hell, but he's good with a scalpel.
Unless you have some sentimental reason to keep a chunk of steel in your shoulder.
Well, like I told you.
It's my good luck charm.
- There's a case.
- Oh, no.
A month ago, eight cyclists set out on their Saturday morning ride, but only seven made it back to the finish point alive.
Got to love a man in lycra, right? Roger.
- Roger Simpson.
- Alexa.
Just Alexa.
- Have you got a bike? - Yeah.
- Come ride with us Saturday.
- Why are you still single? Haven't found the right girl.
Hey, is this where your friend died? Whoa.
- Roger loves a power-play.
- Huh.
You're a resourceful man, Roger.
I've got nothing to hide.
Bring us some champers.
We're on.
Money's on the bar.
- For you, madame.
- (CHUCKLES) How's things? Bloody marvellous.
You? Ah.
Half say I've been a little bit off.
The other half reckons I've been working too hard.
Well, that should help out.
Maybe you should take a cruise.
Disneyland.
What you got for me? Come to mama.
MAN: Police! Everybody, stay where (SHOUTING) It's not me, man! (GRUNTS) Hey.
That doesn't look good.
God, it doesn't feel good either.
- Let's have a look.
- No, don't touch it.
Oh, what a trooper.
Give me a look.
Come on.
Get your fucking hands off me.
Just move.
Don't touch me, you pig! (SPITS) Can you move your arm? It's best to attend it.
What is this piece of metal in your shoulder? Oh, it's my good luck charm.
It reminds me that I'm lucky to be here.
How long has it been in there? A few years.
How's everything else? There is room for improvement.
Are you exercising? I pound the hell out of bread dough several times a week, does that count? And you're eating properly? Yep.
Paleo caffeine diet.
That's what the cavemen lived on when they discovered coffee.
Obviously.
You're in good condition, considering.
Considering what? - Oh, yes.
- (MOBILE BUZZES) Does it hurt? Only when it rains, for some reason.
You really need to get it removed.
I have three unsolved murders to tickle your fancy.
Oh, multiple-choice.
Goody.
Number one, outlaw biker.
At some point in the last 12 months, he was chopped up in little bits, put in Ziploc bags and stashed in a dog meat freezer.
Aww, a dog lover.
Yeah, no bikies.
What else have you got? Three weeks ago, the remains of an unidentified woman were found in bushland.
Shotgun blast to the head, execution style.
How long has she been there? A few months, we think.
Unidentified, hate that.
What else? Last June, a man was shot dead in a motel room, found by the manager.
The door was locked from the inside, security chain in place.
How did the manager get in? Cut the chain.
- Windows? - Locked, also from the inside.
- I see what you're doing here.
- What am I doing? You gave me these two to make up numbers to make this one seem more appealing.
Are you calling me manipulative? Why, yes, I am.
How can you say no to a locked room mystery? I don't know, it's kind of a magician's trick.
Get a magician to solve it.
I am.
Now, the guy had a wife and son.
It'd be good to get them some answers.
- You want to see a sample clue? - Yeah.
The lipstick smear on the wineglass.
And? What do the labs say? No prints match, but the DNA profile says female, red hair.
So, mysterious redheaded woman kills this bloke, locked the door from the inside and then disappears into thin air.
Abracadabra.
You can hang onto those.
Let me know how you get on.
Hey! Does your doctor ever tell you to do more exercise? (BIRD SQUAWKS) An actual key, how 20th-century.
And the manager doesn't want us to leave a mess.
The nerve! You mean the guy with the tomato soup all over his tie? How did you know it was tomato? It was brown and crusty.
Been there long enough to oxidise.
Eww.
Oh, my gosh! Are you allergic to this wallpaper? Because I love it.
Alright, so.
So the body was lying here.
The body has a name.
- Alan.
- Alan Patrick Gillespie.
- Can you? - What? Laying down on the floor? I just got this jacket dry-cleaned.
That's alright, I'll hold it for you.
Left arm out, right arm tucked in, out more.
Bend this leg.
Head to the left.
No, your other left.
It's like playing twister after you've had a few too many wines.
So, Alan Patrick Gillespie comes out of the shower, and he's brushing his teeth, and he stands looking at himself in the mirror when he is shot from behind, probably by a redheaded woman, but it's a low calibre bullet, so he didn't fall forward, he stumbles back and falls there.
And you're trying to work out some clue about the position of the body? No, I just want you out of the way while I think.
So, he's naked except for a towel and he's brushing his teeth.
Do you do that with anybody who you don't know well or aren't really comfortable with? Longstanding affair.
Yeah, maybe.
Or a jealous wife.
Except the bed is made.
58% of domestic homicides happen because of sexual jealousy.
Is that true? More than half? Actually 58.
7%.
Forget the stats, what does your gut tell you? It wants lunch, I'm thinking about tomato soup.
Get me chapter and verse on Alan Patrick Gillespie.
Homicide's already been there.
Get me something they haven't.
I'm orienteering this weekend.
Oh, God, do people still do that? Well, start tonight.
I'm going to Ed Sheeran.
He looks like somebody's grandfather.
Well, I don't want to waste the ticket.
OK, I'll take it off your hands.
Turn that frown upside down, missy.
So, Alan told you that he was flying to see his sister in Hobart, but in fact he was 40 minutes away in a motel room.
With a redhead, apparently.
Yet in your statement in June, you said that he never played around.
Yes.
Just an ordinary guy.
Or so I thought.
I was obviously wrong.
How was your sex life? OK.
Normal.
Once a week, usually.
Are you trying to trick me into a confession? I did not murder my husband, I did not engage someone else to murder him.
Oh, for Christ's sake, how would I find a hit man? - (KETTLE WHISTLES) - I'm a midwife.
Oh, Carmel, I just wish that you had an alibi.
Well, what can I say? I was here with my son, asleep.
He's lost his father.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
Really.
That picture, different.
It's awful, I know.
It was a gift from a homeless man near Alan's office.
Alan helped him to get back on his feet.
He was proud of it, then? Oh, Alan knew it was terrible, but it was important to him.
He said it was a picture of his spirit.
Alan Patrick Gillespie, bank statement, superannuation, credit card, mobile phone payments, tax return last two years, employment history at Seraphim Manufacturing, and a gym membership, lapsed.
So, how was he? Incidentally? - Alan? - Ed Sheeran.
Fantastic, you should have seen him.
Hey, what does Seraphim do? Makes components for Asian vehicle manufacturers.
Just a privately owned corporation, should be a share register somewhere.
Did you just do that? Yeah.
And? Hey, give me the share register.
OK, so what is your most considered opinion, Madison? - What, of Ed? - No, Alan.
Oh, he was normal.
- Mega ordinary.
- Really.
No hidden debts? No gambling problems? Nah, financially conservative.
He survived on only one credit card.
Oh, I've heard that can happen! So, mega ordinary Alan Patrick Gillespie had no alcohol or drug problem.
Nah, no vices, just a spotless medical record.
Wait, Nicole Butcher.
Who is she? (EXHALES) She's the alias of a crook I used to know.
Share? Nikki Malone, ever heard of her? No.
Last time I saw her, she was in handcuffs.
Is she a redhead? No.
Are you alright? Yeah, is it forecast to rain? I don't think so.
Bloody Kieran, that manipulative bastard.
Played me again.
And I'm alone Waiting For you to Rescue me I have no home I'm just afloat In this small wooden boat And I'm alone Waiting For you to Rescue me I have no home I'm just afloat In this small wooden boat.
That's sounding good, sounding great.
Super tight.
- Well, yeah, except for you.
- What? Yeah, where were you in the bridge? (SCOFFS) Joking! I'm joking.
I love you, Mum.
Just remember that when you're on tour.
Well, look who it is.
How are you, Nikki? Been a while.
I never noticed mean axe player on your CV.
I'm just a noodler.
But Cassie can belt it out.
Yeah, we're a bee's dick away from signing a contract in the UK.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
Spending a fortune in the process, though.
- Fancy a drink? - Yeah, that would be good.
Hey, it was here, wasn't it, when we last met? No, County Court.
Traffickable quantity, yada yada.
I stand corrected.
And you thought you'd got me, yada yada.
I have no idea how you beat that wrap.
Well, I commend the jury on their application.
So I heard you'd quit the cops.
Yeah, one too many crap jury verdicts.
Snap.
I heard you went straight after your husband died.
Alexa, this is Anton.
My business consultant.
- Hey.
- How do? He can show you all our tax bills, prove we're legit.
Yeah, that would be nice.
So.
So, Alan Gillespie.
Accountant, murdered last June.
You did quit the cops, didn't you? Well, I'm a noodler to.
Now, Alan was shot on the night of June 22nd and I just wondered where you were? No idea, that was months ago.
Want to check? Anton, June 22nd? Night of? What was I doing? What is this? Alan Gillespie worked for Seraphim Manufacturing, and I noticed that you bought a huge piece of that company.
Ha.
Why didn't you buy the shares in your own name? I bought those shares years ago.
Oh before you turned back into Nikki Malone? Yeah, something like that.
June 22nd, you were at the beach house with Cass.
- Hey.
- Hm.
Fancy.
So, how's the straight life been treating you? Feels marvellous.
Get up every morning, check the Dow? Don't be stupid, I check the Footsie first.
- How about you? - Marvellous.
Well, good to see you, Nikki.
No, stay.
Finish your beer.
Nah, got to get home and put on Foo Fighters, you've inspired me.
Hey, Mum, I just Sorry.
Nah, just leaving.
Can I have some cash? Ugh1 How much? About a 100.
We're thinking of ordering sushi.
Great hair.
Night.
Here you go, love.
I hear you're a big Ed Sheeran fan now.
Oh, yeah, massive.
Yeah, he's like Jamie Oliver with sleeve tattoos.
So, just because Nikki Malone's daughter has red hair, you think she was sleeping with the victim.
Maybe, or Nikki thought she was.
Would she risk a life sentence for that? Might.
Cass is the apple of her eye, really she's all Nikki's got.
Sounds a bit like you're letting past history cloud your judgement.
Tautology, past and history, they're the same thing.
- Thanks.
- Enjoy.
It's compromise, I will consume.
Please go back to caffeine, for all our sakes.
You know what, he's right.
Don't fight.
I'll get another coffee.
Thanks.
Doesn't sound like you've got much.
Well, apply pressure, set the dogs on her.
(CHUCKLES) I can't give you surveillance unless you give me something.
Nikki Malone's kept her nose clean for five years.
People like her do not change.
Isn't that why you set me up for this? If anyone's going to dig up dirt on her, it's you.
You're really quite sly, didn't I know this about you? At least I don't go around correcting people's grammar.
A hunch isn't something.
Have you got a Plan B? Collect some of the daughter's DNA to match the lipstick.
Without a warrant? Lucky I didn't hear that.
Lucky I didn't say it.
Tell me how Nikki Malone got out of the motel room and chained the door afterward.
I'm working on it, don't rush me.
Mm.
I think I'll wait for the other coffee.
Cassie's got talent.
I heard a demo of her song, she's good.
See if you can connect her to Alan Gillespie.
Roger that.
And it goes without saying, I want a full readout of Nikki Malone.
You said it anyway.
Look, I have an in tray full of work here.
And her mate.
Anton something, while you're at it.
Anton something.
Yeah, ask the ATO.
He'll be on Nikki's payroll.
And I want a complete profile on Seraphim Manufacturing.
Sorry, you're dropping out.
I want a complete No.
Sorry, you there? - Seraphim Manufacturing.
- (DIAL TONE) - Madison? - Ya gone.
(CACKLES) You owe me one, mate.
Yeah, but there's got to be a way to do that.
Mum? I'm just trying to keep your honest, mate.
Mum, Mum, Mum! Guess what, guess what.
- Sorry, sorry.
- It's OK, love.
Show me.
Hold that thought, mate.
Yvette just sent through my itinerary, I am supporting Heidi Prince in the forum in Kentish Town.
Yes! (THEY CHEER) Dial me in.
I've got to go, I'm late for rehearsal.
Rehearsal.
London is going to love you.
I'm going to love London.
Come here.
I'll see you! You there, mate? Yeah, it's a good choice.
Her name is Crowe.
That's Alexa Crowe, with an E.
Cassie, hi! We met yesterday.
Inside? Oh, yeah, right.
Hi.
You've got a great voice.
Thanks.
You're a friend of my mum's? Well, more an old colleague.
I'm Alexa.
Right.
Journo, right? You've been hired to do a piece on me? Well, I used to be a police officer.
Retired now.
Your mum and I crossed paths once or twice.
And you're talking to me, why? Did you know Alan Gillespie? Who? He was an accountant, Seraphim Manufacturing.
Don't know him.
Does he know me? No, he's dead.
Hey, I'm sort of busy and Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll get out of your hair.
Just, one thing.
Where were you June 22nd last year? - Why? - Just wondering.
I mean, I'm sorry, I don't want to bother you.
No, no, it's cool.
When did you say? June 22nd.
I was down at the beach house working on a song.
Oh, yeah, you need a lot of time alone for that, huh? I was with my mum.
Oh.
Well, thanks Cassie.
You've been very helpful.
Don't you hate it when you lock yourself out? (SPEAKS GERMAN) Fausten.
Now you are safe and sound.
Go away! Don't forget to subscribe now to garrettcanfixit.
com Auf Wiedersehen! (SPEAKS GERMAN) Fausten.
Fuck.
(MOBILE BUZZES AND RINGS) Hey, what's up with the lipgloss? Lab's got it.
They need 12 hours to run DNA.
- Maybe 15.
- So Anton's surname is Whiteley.
Well, that wasn't so hard, was it? He has a background as a paramilitary, trained in surveillance, weapons intelligence.
The things you find, Madison! And, you're going to love this, you know the CCTV was down at the motel the night Alan Gillespie was killed? Yep, annoying.
And homicide checked CCTV of other businesses in the area.
You'd hope so.
Well, they missed this, because it was three blocks away.
Can we just get to the bit I'm going to love? And they weren't looking for him like we are.
He was just a random.
Who!? Anton Whiteley.
He was in the neighbourhood that afternoon.
Do you love it? You know what? I do.
Ah, shit.
Hey, Dawn! - Dawn! - What? I locked myself out, can I borrow the master key? May I borrow the master key, please, Dawn.
- Wait here.
- .
.
master key, please Dawn.
(DOORHANDLE CLINKS) Cass? You OK? (FLATLY) Yeah, I'm good.
You want some dinner? I ate before.
There's pasta.
You sure? Yeah, thanks, Mum, I'm just - I'm wrecked.
- Righto.
I thought you hated jogging.
Hate doesn't begin to describe it.
Do you need a moment? Catch your breath? No, no.
What you got? DNA result on the lipgloss from Cassie Malone's car.
Are you sure it was hers? Yeah.
It wasn't her lipstick on the wineglass in the hotel room.
Back to square one.
Not exactly, but thanks for rubbing it in.
Glad to hear it.
And you're welcome.
- Ta ta! - You should try swimming.
It's easier on the knees.
Numbers are down this week.
How much do you reckon I'd get for this place? In this market? If I had to sell now.
Not as much as you would want or need.
Crowe was talking to some guy from the homicide squad.
How long for? (DOOR OPENS) - Hi.
- Hi.
Give us a minute, mate.
Come here.
Bumped into that woman, yesterday.
- Alexa.
- What did she want? She was asking about some dead guy.
Oh, yeah, she talked to me about him, too.
I looked him up.
He was murdered in a motel room.
Psh! That's grim.
You know she's got a grudge, love.
She's holding on from years ago, the old days.
The old days.
Yeah.
Does she think you did it? Steady.
Your old lady might be a bit rough around the edges, but I've never killed anyone.
Yeah, well, she asked me where I was that night.
What did you say? I said that I was down at the beach house with you.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, but you weren't there.
You bailed on me.
- Did I? - Yeah.
You said you had to stay in town for something.
Well, that's where I must have been, then.
'Kay? You're my princess.
Seraphim Manufacturing pride ourselves on the pursuit of excellence.
Oh, my God, maybe we should make some toasted sandwiches, something nice and carby, huh? What do you think about that? Do you like that idea? Do you want a cheese toasted sandwich? Of course you do.
Some of our staff have been with the Seraphim family for decades, growing and developing along with us, as have many of our key executives.
Wait a second.
ANSWERPHONE: You've reached Detective Inspector Kieran Hussey.
- Leave a message after the tone.
- (MOBILE BEEPS) Kieran, I've found our redhead from the motel room.
She worked with Alan Gillespie.
She's dead too.
Rachel Isaacs quit Seraphim right after Alan Gillespie was killed.
Went to ground.
I think she was running scared when Malone found her.
Or, did she go to ground 'cause she was the shooter? It doesn't fit, she was clean.
Why did nobody register her as a missing person? South African national, single, no family around, nobody missed her.
Malone killed her, alright.
- Why? - I don't know.
But Seraphim Manufacturing links all three of them.
Alan Gillespie, Rachel Isaacs, and Malone.
I haven't heard anything that says Nikki Malone did any more than buy shares in the company.
Mm, she did it.
Maybe go back to Alan's wife.
How would a woman like that get her hands on two guns and dump a body in the bush? Answering those questions is your job.
I'm just a lump of coal.
You're the diamond.
Mm.
Hey, did you get Rachel Isaacs' personal effects? Of course, they've been bagged.
Can I look at her computer? Nah, it's with the techies.
Rachel's murder investigation's ramped up now.
Yeah, because I told you about her.
Let Madison have Rachel's computer for 24 hours.
- Come on.
- (SIGHS) Was it encrypted? - Passwords and that? - All that, yes, yes.
Not sure why, though.
Nothing particularly interesting on it.
Keep looking, there's got to be something.
She was definitely in that hotel room.
What about emails from the day before? Two days before? Nothing between her and Alan.
Look, this is going to take a while.
Can we order some food in? I'm not going to pay somebody to bring you hamburgers, there's food in the fridge.
Didn't have to be a hamburger.
What did you find out on Nikki? She's short of cash.
Big mortgage and income from her clubs have been on the slide for a couple of years.
Any other links to Alan Gillespie or Rachel Isaacs? Nope.
The only connection is Seraphim and I couldn't find any proof that they ever crossed paths in person there.
Are you sure she was involved? Yes.
Did you actually go out and get a chain lock? Mm, help yourself, have a go.
You're right, she's charmingly boring.
That's batshit.
20th June.
21st, yep.
I mean, if this is an affair, it is incredibly unsexy.
So, it's like they're speaking in code.
I mean, "Too many dark angels, "Keep your rare weapons safe and battle forged.
"Yes, it's behind the spirit.
" I mean, what, are they gamers? Go back a bit.
"Behind the spirit.
" - Do you want me to? - They weren't having an affair.
Alexa! - Hi, Carmel.
- What happened? - Can I come in for a sec? - What's happened? Just two minutes, promise.
I have to pick up my son.
Look, we were all wrong about your husband.
He wasn't ordinary at all, I just need your help to prove it.
Thanks.
What are you doing? What's this about? I've just got this crazy hunch.
Come on.
This will show what Patrick was doing.
Your husband was a good man.
I'm alone Waiting For you to Rescue me You say you're not a cop, but you act like one.
Old habits.
You want a drink? No thanks.
Cassie, do you know what your mother did to make her money? Yeah, this place.
And, she is an investor.
She was a drug dealer.
Big one.
That's a lie.
She wouldn't do that.
- OK, drugs killed my father.
- Yeah, that's right.
You need to hear this.
I know that you love your mother.
I also know that you are lying to protect her.
A few years ago, she invested heavily in a company that makes airbags in Asia, and a couple of people from the company found out that the airbags were faulty and they were going to blow the whistle.
- Your mother found out.
- No, no.
Please, wait.
She would have just taken out her investment.
She couldn't, it was locked up for six years.
My mum is not a murderer.
I'll tell you what I think happened.
June 22nd last year, your mother made an excuse why she had to be someplace else, maybe something to tell one of her boyfriends, whatever.
But she made you write it in your diary that she was with you, because you were her alibi in case the police came looking for her.
That's a pretty shit thing to do to your daughter, right? In any case, the police never found out the connection between her and the murders until now.
She was going to lose her money.
I need I need to get ready.
The club is about to open, I need to get ready.
Good night, ma'am.
(CAR REVS) - (MOBILE BUZZES AND RINGS) - Hi.
- Where are you, are you alright? - Yeah-yeah, tiptop.
Just out getting some exercise, you know, doctor's orders.
Hey, I've been mucking around with this chain lock.
Are you still at my house? Well, I thought you were coming back.
Anyway, it's impossible with the lock.
I've watched so many videos on it, it can't be done.
- Videos? - Yeah, like how-tos.
Breaking in without damaging the chain.
I just did it in reverse.
Wait, have you been searching for instructional break and enter videos on your laptop? Yeah.
Do you think you're maybe on a watch list? It was for work.
Well, not officially.
Well, if a get arrested you and Kieran will bail me out, right? You know what, there's got to be another way out of that motel room.
Or, the killer was still in the room when they cut the chain, which is ridiculous.
- Or she was never there.
- What? Great.
It's really kind of you, thank you.
- No worries.
- Won't take long once I get in there.
That's a really nice tie, by the way.
Oh, thank you.
There you are.
Rosebud.
Oh, Mr Russo, this wallpaper is just spectacular.
May I look in this room? Yeah, certainly.
- There you are.
- Thanks.
(SNIFFS) I don't have time to play now.
No, I just came to wish Cassie good luck.
She's leaving today, so exciting.
Yeah, thanks, but we don't need more family friends.
Yeah, you do, you need all the friends you can get.
- Go home, Alexa.
- No, you need to see this.
It's good.
That's Carmel Gillespie, Alan's wife.
Mother of his child, the one who deserves to know what happened, what you did.
Oh, this shit again.
Because you were not with Cassie June 22nd last year, you were in a motel room next to the one where Alan Gillespie was meeting with Rachel Isaacs.
'Cause they were going to go public about the faulty airbags, right, and you couldn't have that.
You need to leave right now.
Not when it's just getting interesting.
'Cause you got into the room next door and you drilled two holes in the wall.
One to see through and one to shoot through.
The gun wasn't all that powerful, but it didn't need to be, did it? Not at that distance.
You waited until Rachel left and you popped him.
(GUN POPS) Then all you had to do was clean up.
A couple of tight plugs in the wall and Bob's your uncle.
Bought you another 12 hours to be someplace else.
You knew it would send a message to Rachel Isaacs if you put a bullet in Alan, and it did.
But you hunted her down and you killed her anyway.
No loose ends.
(LAUGHS) That is a really entertaining story, but you've got no proof.
And no jury is going to believe you.
I think they're gonna.
Because it was a good plan, but not a perfect one.
And those plugs were the wrong colour for the room you were in, so you had to improvise.
And it is amazing what you did with a tube of toothpaste and a guitar pick.
You dropped something.
And it's covered in your DNA.
Nikki Malone, you're under arrest for the murder of Alan Patrick Gillespie.
Let's go.
You're not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say may be used in court.
Well, BP's down significantly.
Even your vitamin D levels are higher.
Have you been more active recently? I've been out and about, yeah.
Well, whatever you're doing, keep doing it.
It's good for you.
Now, have you thought about the other issue? My cousin is an excellent surgeon.
Annoying as hell, but he's good with a scalpel.
Unless you have some sentimental reason to keep a chunk of steel in your shoulder.
Well, like I told you.
It's my good luck charm.
- There's a case.
- Oh, no.
A month ago, eight cyclists set out on their Saturday morning ride, but only seven made it back to the finish point alive.
Got to love a man in lycra, right? Roger.
- Roger Simpson.
- Alexa.
Just Alexa.
- Have you got a bike? - Yeah.
- Come ride with us Saturday.
- Why are you still single? Haven't found the right girl.
Hey, is this where your friend died? Whoa.
- Roger loves a power-play.
- Huh.
You're a resourceful man, Roger.
I've got nothing to hide.