My Life Is Murder (2019) s02e08 Episode Script

1
(UPBEAT FUNKY MUSIC)
Excuse me, excuse me.
Excuse me. Hello. Uh, Hello there. Hi!
You left this at my house.
Oh, what a shame you weren't
home. I've gotta go, so―
No, but actually, I was there,
because I got a text saying that
a parcel was coming,
so, I was there, but you didn't
bother ringing the doorbell.
OK, lady. I rang your
doorbell at 10.37am.
It Actually says there, so
There.
Nah, see, that's impossible, because
I was there waiting ―
three days in a row.
Well, maybe your doorbell's broken.
Have you thought of that?
Maybe you just didn't bother
ringing the bell at all.
Lady, that is against protocol,
and I'm a stickler for protocol.
If you want to leave a complaint,
you can go to the website and you
can make a complaint
or leave me a compliment.
Compliments you get many of those?
Yeah, I do. I get lots.
I mean, I can't name them
all because I'm just it's
- I only started last week.
- In that case, I really like your top.
- Thank you so much.
- Please give me my parcel.
No, you need to go
to the depot, OK? So
You know what, don't make
me come down there.
OK, I'll give you it.
What's your name again?
- Crowe.
- Karen Crowe? Cos it
- Cos you're a you seem like a Karen.
- Thank you.
You need to get your
doorbell battery checked.
(SIGHS)
(FUNKY MUSIC)
You found a friend, I see.
Yeah. My sister's out of town.
He gets anxious when I leave him
at home by himself.
Have you tried leaving the TV on?
You'd be surprised who that works for.
Hm.
- GUSHES: Hello!
- Aw, someone likes you.
- Here you go.
- Of course. I'm delightful. Here.
- (BARKS)
- Good boy.
(SIGHS)
Are you familiar with
Ramona Church Jewellery?
- EXHALES: I suspect I'm about to be.
- Jeweller to the stars.
- Sounds schmancy.
- Super schmancy.
They had a break-in at their
showroom three weeks ago.
One of the owners, Mariel Demarco,
was working a
little bit later than usual,
prepping for a big launch.
We think she was there
when the thieves broke in.
Mariel managed to get to a panic
button but couldn't stop them.
She died from a blow
to the back of the head.
They got away with a handful
of gold necklaces.
There's no sign of a murder weapon.
There's no prints. They were done
and dusted in seven minutes.
- Not their first rodeo.
- And they'd done their homework;
They knew the CCTV was wireless;
They knew how to jam it.
They knew how to avoid all
the hidden cameras out back.
So it looks like an inside job,
sounds like an inside job,
but it's not because
the other partners in
the business have alibis.
Nicki Belodis
and Ramona Church herself.
Hm.
Both were at the Young Jewellers'
Awards all night. Alibis check out.
- Annoying.
- Yeah.
The M.O. matches a series of
burglaries in Wellington
in The last few years.
We're about to hand the case
over to a team down there―
So (SCOFFS) you've come
to me because?
Cos we found this on
the back step that night.
- 'My apologies.'
- Mm.
And they say manners are dead.
Wasn't there before the break-in,
there's no footage of it arriving;
So someone left it there in the
seven minutes the cameras were down.
You think the
killer left an apology note?
Could be an act of remorse.
How do you know it didn't just
blow in on the wind?
- Call it gut instinct.
- (SCOFFS)
You've been
hanging out with me too long.
(WHISTLES)
So you've got this swanky
jewellery heist/murder,
but you want my help because
somebody maybe just possibly
left a sorry note?
Would it help if I said please?
Well, it is the magic word.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
Rose gold with diamonds
and ostrich eggshell accents.
In ostrich egg! This woman is a genius.
Holy banana pants! Do you know how
much this Ramona Church stuff costs?
- I'm guessing a lot.
- And then some.
I mean, those four stolen
necklaces were worth
- Look, I am so in the wrong job.
- I'll be sure to let Harry know.
Do you reckon they'll let me
try some stuff on?
It is a murder investigation,
not a shopping trip.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
I'm afraid I don't know much
about the CCTV.
Mariel was across all of that.
Oh, she took care of the
business side of things?
Yeah. I design the jewellery,
Nicki runs the workroom, but Mariel
looked after everything else.
Didn't realise how much we relied
on her till it was too late.
The police found this
on the back doorstep that night.
Do you recognise the handwriting?
No. I've already told
the police that I don't.
This one is really beautiful.
Yeah. (VOICE BREAKS) I made
that the day after the robbery.
It was just too awful seeing
the empty spaces left behind.
So you and Mariel were close?
She found me selling earrings
in a local market.
I was just a penniless kid
from the tough side of the tracks.
With a police record.
That was a long time ago.
It was petty stuff.
Yeah, I read it.
(SCOFFS) And here we are.
And now she is gone because some
criminal
thought that a bit of gold
was more important than her life.
- I just
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
don't know what
I'm gonna do without her.
- Hey, is everything OK?
- Yeah, it's fine.
They're just looking into the break-in.
Right.
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
Yeah, um, I don't know much
about the CCTV, either.
Mariel took care
of all the grown-up stuff.
She liked to be in control?
- No, she was just
- you know, she was good at it.
The night she died, you and Ramona
were at an event together.
- The Young Jewellers' Awards.
- Ramona was giving the keynote
for the second year in a row.
And you were with her the entire night?
Yes. I was going to be staying
here and helping Mariel
prepare for the launch, (INHALES)
But Ramona was just so nervous
about her speech.
Is that usual for her?
Yeah, it was a big problem for a while.
But a couple of months ago, someone, uh,
suggested that she tried affirmations
- and it's really helped.
- Affirmations?
Yeah, yeah, like, um, says
a mantra to herself, sort of thing.
So the police report said that four
gold necklaces were stolen.
They were plain gold, not ostrich egg
It took me years to convince
Ramona to design something so simple,
and as soon as she does ― boom,
look what happened. And I'd
only just made them that week too.
Oh, you made them? Not Ramona?
Uh, yeah. Look, she still designs
everything;
I just sort of oversee
the fiddly stuff when she's so busy.
We have a joke, uh, that she
is the heart, and I'm the hands.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
For those playing along at home,
the security cameras went offline
at 7.40pm.
Now, Mariel pressed the panic
button at the four-minute mark,
and the CCTV resumed at 7.47pm.
Why go to the trouble of disabling
the CCTV
and then only taking the
necklaces that Nicky made?
4000 carats worth of gold
ain't bad for a night's work.
(PHONE RINGS)
(RINGING STOPS)
- You're not gonna get that?
- Nah, he can wait.
Ooh, go, girl. Treat him mean.
Now, why leave a note there,
outside the back door?
Maybe they freaked out that
they'd killed someone
and they just dropped it?
And why not write 'I'm sorry'?
I mean, doesn't 'My apologies'
seem weirdly formal?
It's better than '#soz'.
Uh, that's not a caramel almond latte.
She's good, isn't she?
We have high hopes for
her. Where's mine?
Patience is a virtue.
So's benevolence and mercy to a
woman who's not had any caffeine.
SIGHS: OK.
Now, there was a platinum
and diamond necklace worth far more
in the same cabinet as the stolen
ones. Why did they leave that behind?
Maybe they panicked when they saw
Mariel.
Or they're not good thieves?
- Hey, be strong.
- It'll only take a few minutes.
(CUTLERY CLINKS)
Or maybe
they weren't thieves at all.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
Something I said?
Alexa, here's your coffee.
The CCTV was off for seven minutes.
Why did it take four of those minutes
for Mariel to hit the panic button?
She's a woman at night, alone,
surrounded by expensive jewellery,
and somebody's jemmying open the door.
Four minutes is a really long time.
- Yeah, but maybe she was hiding.
- Or maybe it was someone she knew.
Someone she spoke to for four minutes.
I wouldn't be chatting to someone
if they just broke my door in.
Mm, if that's what happened.
No, I've seen the crime scene photos;
We know that someone jemmied the door.
What if that happened on the
way out instead of on the way inside?
To make it look like a break-in.
Or to disguise the fact they had a key,
- or that Mariel let them in.
- So, wh
I think maybe it's a murder
disguised to look like a burglary.
- By someone Mariel knew?
- Or worse; Someone she trusted.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
Was there anything in the CCTV
before Mariel died?
Nada. And I went through the
two weeks before the break-in.
- OK, send that to me, would ya?
- I wanna look at it.
You seem a little, uh too happy
for this all to be bad news.
Mariel made a deal with factories
in India to mass-produce
some of Ramona's designs,
so now I'm not gonna have to
fork out ridiculous bucks
- to wear her stuff.
- Oh, that's good.
The wait list; It's going off
like a frog in a sock.
Ooh.
Oh, is that a vinyl record?
- Where did this come from?
- Nowhere important.
Well, nowhere important's
got some great taste in music.
Whoa! Mariel was about to be rich.
Like, obscenely. Do you think it's
connected?
Maybe.
Look, either way, there's no
obvious suspect in any of this.
Then we're gonna have to find
the not-so-obvious one.
So, nothing in the footage
from two weeks before she died.
(PHONE VIBRATES)
(SIGHS)
(PHONE VIBRATES)
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
(TAPS KEY)
(SIGHS)
Wait.
Wait, is this
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
(GASPS)
(EXHALES)
According to the courier company,
a parcel addressed to Ramona's was
due for delivery
on the day of the murder,
but it was never signed for.
- Who was the delivery driver?
- Enzo Pavone.
He was fired that afternoon for
being unreliable.
Seems to be a bit of a pattern for him.
Enzo's last tax return listed
17 employers in one year.
All casual, minimum-wage gigs.
None lasted longer than a month.
But I can't find any evidence of
HR complaints or anything murky.
- Where's he working now?
- No one knows.
He told the other drivers
he was going overseas,
but there's
no record of him clearing customs.
He hasn't touched his bank
account, either.
It's like he dropped off the planet.
- Got an address for me?
- Sending it to you now.
(WHOOSH! PHONE VIBRATES)
Thank you.
Oh, cool, I'll just stay here then.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
Um, Mads, is this the right address?
Enzo's last known address was
number six. Why is something wrong?
For a courier, his house is worth
a lot of ostrich-egg bracelets.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
Apologies. Doorbell's busted.
Oh, that must be awful; I can't
imagine. You're Enzo, correct?
Uh, yes.
My name's Alexa, and I'm looking
into the death of Mariel Demarco.
Mariel's dead?
Poor lady. I had no idea.
- I only got back today.
- Just got back from where?
Uh, the Middle East. Dubai.
Oh. You're a collector?
My mother. Her family
escaped Imperial Russia,
and she spent her life obsessed
with finding rare treasures.
Bup-bup-bup-bup-bup.
She was very particular about them.
- So, um, the night that Mariel died
- Sit.
you were assigned to deliver
a package to the jewellery studio.
Yes. Um, I realised I'd forgotten
at the end of my shift,
so, uh, I went back on my way home.
And you left a note?
To apologise for taking
so long to deliver it.
The salon was closed.
Did you happen to notice
anything unusual?
- Um (SIGHS)
- There was a black car
with tinted windows.
Oh my God, do you think
that was the killer?
- What time was that?
- Um, 7.45.
I know because I was rushing home.
My flight to Dubai was first-thing.
I just love the view
from the Burj Khalifa.
There's a reason they call
it the Venice of the Gulf.
Mm. (SPEAKS ARABIC)
- Exactly.
- (CHUCKLES)
And yet, there's no actual evidence
that you left the country.
- Well, uh, this deal is, uh, is
- very high level, you know.
It's, um, pretty hush-hush, you know.
I could tell you more, but
I'd have to kill you. (CHUCKLES)
So, how does the, uh,
courier work fit into that?
Research.
You know, you learn a lot about
people when they take no notice of you.
(YAWNS) Oh, sorry.
YAWNS: My flight landed this morning.
Those long hauls are a nightmare.
Even in the pointy end.
CHUCKLES: Yeah. Yeah,
that jet lag's a killer.
Mads, I want you to do
a deep dive into Enzo.
Oh, hello to you too.
He says he's been doing deals in
the Middle East,
but I don't think he speaks any Arabic.
Wait, are you telling me
that you speak Arabic?
Well, I can say, 'Please open
the door, '
which is about four
words more than Enzo speaks.
Oh, hang on a sec.
(KEYPAD CLICKS)
(CAMERA SNAPS)
OK. That'd be great. Thanks.
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
How can you have been making deals in
the Middle East
when you were buying
a burger in Wyuna Bay?
- It's true; I-I
- I wasn't out of the country.
(SIGHS)
It was me.
I killed her.
(SUSPICIOUS MUSIC)
- Your mate Enzo loves a chat.
- He's not my mate.
That's not how he tells it.
Though he also claims to be a
concert violinist, so
The short version Enzo swears
he broke in.
Mariel recognised him, they argued.
She fell and hit her head.
Except there wasn't a break-in
and she didn't fall.
Did he give you a motive?
He claims his mother supplied
the antiques for the jewellers.
Mariel refused to sell them,
so he decided to steal them.
But we searched his house
from top to bottom; Found nothing.
No stolen jewellery. No murder weapon.
So what you've got is
a note that places him at
the scene and a confession?
Which is full of details that don't fit.
Why would he confess to a murder
and then throw up
flak about everything else?
I don't know. Whatever he's up to,
he'slovingthe attention.
Yeah.
Don't suppose there was any
sign of that black car he mentioned?
No. But we're also still missing
seven minutes of CCTV footage, so
Mm.
Did your sister really call him Fluffy?
My sister's incredibly smart,
but she also has very bad taste in
dogs' names, men, and reality TV.
You sure she didn't just say that
so you'd have to yell,
'Fluffy' at the beach?
It's very possible.
- Here, Fluffy. Here, Fluffy.
- Good boy.
- I like your sister.
- Hm.
Everything you ever wanted to know
about old mate Enzo,
and some stuff you probably didn't.
He failed his way through
a very expensive education.
Never had the same job
for longer than two months.
I'm guessing there's no evidence
of business deals in the Middle East.
Excellent deduction.
His dad worked there a lot as an
airline exec, but he died pretty young.
Mum passed away three years ago
and left the house to Enzo.
She was actually a really big deal
in the antiques world.
Oh, so he was telling the truth
about his mother supplying antiques
to the salon?
Most of the money is tied up
in the house and various trusts.
Never been married, no kids, no
pets; Just a classic failure to launch.
Could Enzo have the skills
to jam the CCTV?
MURMURS: I mean
I need you to find out whether the
cops might've missed
any black cars that night.
And what'll you be doing?
Being Alexa, clearly.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Enzo?
God, he's always seemed so nice.
Chatty, but harmless.
Tough to believe, isn't it?
So, do you think he did what he said?
SIGHS: We're still trying
to work that out.
I do know he was here that night.
Did you know that Enzo's mother
helped decorate this place?
Yeah, vaguely. I didn't pay much
attention; Maybe I should've.
Anyway, he says that he saw
a black car here that night.
Do you happen to know anyone
around here who owns one?
Not off the top of my head.
What about Mariel?
Silver Merc.
Nicki's is red, because her
personal motto is, 'Beware of beige.'
- (CHUCKLES) Wise woman.
- And I don't have a car.
Well, I think you are really brave
to go ahead with the launch.
I-I know it feels soon, but
it meant a lot to Mariel, and
she meant a lot to us.
Now it feels like we
can start moving on.
Nicki told me about your pre-speech
nerves.
You know, the affirmations.
STAMMERS: Uh, yeah. I know it's
a bit unusual, but it seems to work.
Still, doesn't seem
like much fun for you.
Well, we all have parts
of our jobs we don't like.
- Yeah, that's why I quit mine.
- (CHUCKLES)
You're smarter than me.
That is really beautiful work.
It's 1940's, right?
- Yeah, right.
- That's a nifty party trick.
It's the colour; Metal shortages
during the war meant less copper,
more gold.
Family heirloom, or?
Oh, my husband wanted
something with history.
- He is a smart man.
- Yeah, he was.
Have you ever considered updating it?
Once or twice.
You shouldn't feel guilty.
Every piece I design
tells a story about our lives;
An engagement, a big birthday,
a wedding.
When the story changes,
we can change the piece to match.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
What is he doing here?
(TENSE MUSIC)
Look, I-I was just trying
to pay my respects.
Oh, I think you've done enough of that.
I mean, what was the story?
You broke in here to steal
back your mother's antiques?
- I didn't think Mariel'd be here.
- Oh, so that's why you hurt her?
I didn't mean to. She
got a fright; She slipped.
Her head hit the counter.
Except that's not what happened, was it?
Course it is!
Try again, because there
was no break-in, she didn't fall,
and somebody hit her on purpose.
Mariel Demarco had three grandchildren,
she was on the board
of a medical research fund,
and she played tennis every week
with friends she'd known since school,
and she was planning to skydive
on her next birthday.
Someone denied her all of that.
My first job was coaching tennis.
GRUFFLY: Oh, for God's sake, Enzo.
(PHONE RINGS)
A woman went to work
- and she did not return.
- (RINGING STOPS)
I think her family deserves
to know what really happened.
(PHONE RINGS)
- God!
- (RINGING CONTINUES)
Enzo! (SIGHS)
- WILL: Did you play it yet?
- Look, there's been a lot going on.
Do you have any idea how hard it
was to get that to you from in here?
Least you could do is say thanks.
I'm more interested in the why
than the how. What are you after?
Oh, I'm doing something nice for
my sister. You loved that song!
And you hated it.
Yeah, cos you played it
non-stop the whole summer.
Can't remember any of my passwords
with those lyrics
lodged in my brain forever.
I saved up for weeks to buy
that single, and you stole it.
Yeah. I did.
Yeah, and you denied it, for decades.
Now, you know (CHUCKLES)
That you were right all along.
It's my gift to you.
Oh, right, that you're a thief
and a liar. Thank you!
Oh, come on. You and I both know
you love sitting up there on your
high horse and being right.
At least I don't steal kids' records.
Oh, to be fair, I was a kid myself.
Living in your shadow, I might add.
Aw, you d you don't get it, do you?
You have no idea what it was like;
How hard it was living up to someone
who's so bloody perfect.
- It was always so easy for you.
- That's not true.
That's one thing you never understood;
It doesn't have to be true to feel true.
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
Well, thank you for the gift
and the memories.
(SIGHS) Always good talking to you.
Ohh. (EXHALES)
Listen, I did not save up
for that single.
I got tired of waiting, so I nicked
it from the shop on the hill.
And I nearly got caught doing it,
cos do you know how hard it is
to hide a 45 under your jumper?
Yeah. LPs are harder.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, I guess you can't
be good at everything, eh?
Yeah, sad but true. (CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
It's good to see you, Lex.
Enjoy the music.
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
It's a kiln, to make glass beads
in the microwave.
I've got a great idea for a necklace.
Should I be worried that you're
inspired by a murder case?
Uh, should I be worried that
you're stress baking?
This is about Enzo, isn't it?
I just don't think he did it.
So why is he telling everyone
that he did?
Cos he's a classic underachiever
who never gets any attention.
This is his chance to be noticed.
By confessing to murder?!
Man, that is so messed up.
Hey, I found out what was
in that missing parcel.
It went through customs
the day before Mariel died.
A top-of-the-range blowtorch.
- The kind used to make fancy jewellery?
- The very same kind.
You know, if it wasn't for
Enzo sticking his schnozz in
and distracting everybody,
Ramona and Nicki would be looking
pretty bloody good right now.
Yeah, apart from their excellent alibis.
- Yeah, well, apart from that.
- (THUD!)
Phone data places Nicki and Ramona
here that night from 7pm,
till they both got calls
about Mariel at about 9.
Now, Nicki was visible
mingling all night.
Well, where was our
famous jeweller for all this?
Upstairs, locked safely in the
green room doing her affirmations.
Ramona came in here at 7.30pm
and emerged at 8.
The organisers had a staff member
posted outside
to stop her being disturbed,
- and they heard her the whole time.
- That's a lot of chanting.
As alibis go, we're talking rock solid.
Speaking of solid,
this thing's been painted shut.
As I told you; Rock solid alibi.
You know that most rocks
are porous, don't you?
Well, not this one.
You know, smug doesn't suit you
as well as you think it does.
Yet it just feels so good.
(SIGHS)
(FUNKY MUSIC)
- No way. Gordon Ramsay, even?
- I'm serious.
- Vegan for years.
- What?!
It was an open secret
when I worked there.
You shouldn't have come all this way.
Told you she'd be glad to see me.
- I need your help.
- I'm a bit busy investigating a murder.
I'm in danger.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(TRAFFIC DRONES)
- I'm being followed.
- Know the feeling.
What if the
real killer thinks I know something?
Then stop telling everyone you do.
This is what happens
to key witnesses, isn't it?
They end up with new identities
in some clapped up caravan up the coast.
Key witnesses usually have
some sort of credible evidence.
I know I'm being followed.
Then you should go home
and stay out of sight of everyone,
just to be safe.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
(SINISTER MUSIC)
(BRAKES SCREECH, ENGINE ROARS)
(GRUNTS)
(FOREBODING MUSIC)
(FUNKY MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Six stitches.
And they're not sure I'll get
full strength back in my arm.
Do you ever think
about selling this place?
You in the market?
Nah, I just you know, it doesn't
really feel like you, that's all.
(SCOFFS)
You don't know me.
I know that family
can leave a long shadow.
- You think you understand me.
- I understand why you're scared.
Yeah, because someone tried to kill me!
Or perhaps somebody thinks that
you know something
that can solve a murder.
SCOFFS: Yeah, well, joke's on them. Aha!
That night, I forgot the parcel.
I went back, I dropped it off.
I left the note.
And all the time, that (SIGHS)
that poor woman was in there dying.
(SIGHS) I mean, maybe if I'd paid
attention for once,
seen something,
tried to help her, but
I didn't. I just drove away.
I mean, what kind of man does that?
I think maybe you're asking
the wrong question.
I'm more interested in the kind of man
who goes out of his way
to deliver a parcel
even though it's not his job anymore.
You weren't to know what
was happening in there;
You were in
the wrong place at the wrong time.
SCOFFS: Yeah. Story of my life.
Enzo
listen to me.
You cannot change what happened,
but you can help me now if you
tell me what you really saw.
She wasn't really about to
go on a skydive, was she, on
her next birthday?
Mariel? No, probably not.
- Yeah. Maybe one detail too many.
- Duly noted. What did you see?
(SIGHS) Look
all I saw
was a black car.
Could've been parked there
for weeks. But it was there.
There's no evidence of a black car
being there the night Mariel died.
I swear,
on my mother's grave,
there was a black car, and the
same car ran me down last night.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
Should I ask why we
need a new microwave?
- Look, it's better if you don't.
- How's the necklace going?
Going great. But I went through
all the footage near Enzo's accident.
Mm-hm.
We do believe that that
actually happened, right?
Yeah, somebody found him injured in
the street
and called the ambulance.
Who would wanna take him out?
Apart from, you know, everyone
who's actually met him.
I was hoping you could tell me.
The bad news is I'm getting a
big fat zilch on black cars
in A 3-kilometre radius.
And you really thought he was
telling the truth this time.
Somebody else believed
he was enough of a danger
to Try to shut him up permanently.
Well, whoever it is,
they don't drive a black car.
What about other cars?
This is the closest camera I found.
Security footage from a shop down
the street from the accident.
No visible plates, and it's red,
but the timing works.
Why would he lie about the colour?
It doesn't have to be true to feel true.
(GASPS)
Enzo's socks.
They never match. He wears purple
and blue, and and green with orange.
Well, I admire his fashion confidence.
But people with protan colour blindness,
they mistake blue for purple,
and they see some reds as black.
What model is our friend
Nicki's red car?
(JESSY & THE VOLUNTEERS'
'TIME IS LAUGHING')
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Forensics tested everything.
- The murder weapon's not here.
- Mm.
Do you know anything about jewellery?
I know to choose an engagement
ring that doesn't leave a mark
when it's thrown back in your face.
(LAUGHS)
RAMONA, MUFFLED: I am courageous,
I am calm under pressure. Happiness
is a choice.
You're tempted.
Oh, I don't think this would
go with my active lifestyle.
Pity.
Point is this thing is worth a fortune.
It's in the same display case.
Now, even if you're faking a robbery,
you'd take that with you, wouldn't you?
While you two brilliant
investigators were window shopping,
I found out that the salmon blinis
are great,
but you should avoid the
rubbery frittatas.
Also, Ramona's finished chanting,
so we're on.
Good luck.
(CUTLERY CLINKS ON GLASS)
Uh, um hi.
Thank you so much for coming.
Tonight, we reclaim this beautiful
space, and pay homage to my mentor
and dearest friend
Mariel Demarco.
WHISPERS: Gosh, you're right; Those
affirmations really work.
I mean, she doesn't look nervous at all.
WHISPERS: Now's not really the time.
Really? I think this is a
really big moment.
I mean, for Ramona, certainly.
It's a big moment for both of us;
We've all worked hard for this.
Well, yeah, but she's up there and
you're back here.
That's gotta hurt.
The only thing that hurts is
not having Mariel standing here
beside me.
- RAMONA: Mariel was like
- Do you know who must really hurt?
Enzo Pavone. Terrible
car accident last night.
Whoa. Is he OK?
Oh, he'll live to tell the tale.
Yeah. Thing is the car that ran him
down looked a lot like yours.
Well, it wasn't me.
No, but you're the only
one with a car like that
who might wanna stop Enzo talking
about seeing a car like that
the night Mariel died.
Mariel was killed in a break-in.
Or someone wanted to make it look
like that.
- Why would I want to hurt Mariel?
- She gave me my dream job.
Well, that means she could
take it away again too.
I mean, outsourcing jewellery
production; That had to be worrying.
No. She was training me to oversee
the expansion,
so I wouldn't say it was worrying;
In fact, I think you'll find
the word is exciting.
And I was here all night last
night prepping for the launch.
Check the CCTV.
Oh, I will.
I have always said that jewellery
tells a story about who we are.
She does always say that.
But, sometimes even the
best stories have to end.
Mariel was the true power
behind this company,
and I can't go on
without her,
so it's with a very
heavy, but
grateful heart that I am
announcing the closure
of Ramona Church Jewellery,
- effective immediately.
- Whoa!
Thank you so much for your support.
That was a really big moment
for both of you.
(ETHEREAL MUSIC)
Excuse me.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
OK, I was not expecting that.
Neither was Nicki.
(LIGHT-HEARTED MUSIC)
Morning.
Uh, Lex has gone to breakfast.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
Wh―
Whaaaat?
- Big appetite this morning. Enjoy.
- Thank you.
I can't help thinking that we're
missing something
that's right in front of us.
- Oh, I can relate.
- Mind you, so did Nicki.
I mean, until Ramona's announcement
last night,
she had no idea what her
friend was up to.
Yeah, can't imagine
what that feels like.
- Here, have some toast.
- It's the best cure for a hangover.
I just saw Harry at our place.
Yeah. Come on, don't miss
the critical butter window.
Do you believe that a lie of omission
is as bad as a lie of commission?
Those are heavy questions before coffee.
Indulge me. What do you believe?
I believe in truth and good bread.
Not necessarily in that order.
What? Are you trying
to tell me something?
Maybe you have something
you want to say to me?
What if Ramona was using
Nicki's trust to her advantage?
- SIGHS: All right.
- Check this out.
Nicki doesn't have a handbag in
any of the photos
leading up to Ramona's
speech on the night of the murder.
I think that she had it locked away
with Ramona's,
safe and sound, and that means
Nicki's keys were
in the room with Ramona.
Points to you, Feliciano.
Why would Ramona murder the woman
who was going to make
her mind-blowingly rich?
Mm. Ramona spiked the business
within a month of Mariel's death.
- Money's not her motive.
- So what is?
Ramona was about to be the face
of a brand in 30 countries,
but she hyperventilates when
she gives a speech
in front of two dozen people.
I mean, affirmations
can only do so much.
Why not just tell Mariel
that she wanted out?
I mean, murder seems like a
pretty extreme way
to avoid an awkward conversation.
Yeah, for most.
And even if you're right, Ramona
and the keys were stuck in that room.
I mean, there was no way
out without being seen.
That we know of.
What, are you suggesting that she
levitated out of a locked room?
I cannot believe that
you're making me do this.
I can't believe I'm actually doing this.
And I can't believe you're
still grumbling.
Just go and see where it leads.
Even if Ramona found
her way out like this
- (PHONE VIBRATES)
- there were still witnesses
that she was in here the whole time.
No one saw her; They only heard
her, or thought they did.
Are you saying that
she somehow faked it?
It's easy enough to do. Y
- ou record the right thing, press play.
- Of course.
Are you hurrying? I'm timing you.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Good one.
So, Ramona's alibi ― not so rock solid.
Yeah, we could've just accessed
the building plans, you know.
This was much easier.
- For who?
- For whom.
Look, Ramona had ample time
to drive Nicki's car
down to the jewellery store and back.
- And another hero bites the dust.
- Mm.
But even if you're right,
how do we prove any of this?
MURMURS: I don't know.
No, you are not helping.
How many times do I have to explain
that I cannot read
through your butt, and neither can you.
Here. Mariel registered Ramona
Church Jewellery
as a trademark in 30 countries
the week before she died.
Ooh, la la.
But these are all registered
under Mariel's own name,
not the company name.
So Mariel's the one
who wanted to go global.
Ramona wants out,
and Mariel changes the deal.
Ramona discovers Mariel
owns it all; Owns her.
And the golden goose
wants out of the cage.
Whoa. Shouldn't you
be wearing safety goggles?
No, it's absolutely fine.
That's how you poisoned the last one.
- You can still use it.
- (MICROWAVE BEEPS, WHIRRS)
Just not for food.
Look, how was I supposed to know
that melting glass was so tox―
Psst.
- Eh. I know that look.
- You know what happened.
- Better still.
- I know how I can prove it.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
Alexa Crowe.
Enzo, I need your help.
It's about your mother.
- (CHUCKLES)
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Busted. Couldn't help myself.
- All these intricate little details.
- What are you doing here, Alexa?
Well, I've been giving some thought
to your offer to melt down my wedding
ring to make something new,
like those necklaces you took
the night Mariel died.
(SCOFFS) Excuse me.
Well, that's why you stole
the plain ones, right?
Cos they're easier to melt
down and recast
than ones with ostrich egg in them.
I would never hurt Mariel.
She saved me.
And then she used you;
Turned you into a brand.
She gave me everything.
You hated it.
You were using every technique
you could possibly find to
deal with the stress.
- No, we were a team.
- Were you?
All that work; And if you walked
away, she owned it all,
so you had to plan things very carefully
all those intricate details.
ON RECORDING: I am the
architect of my own
You made sure you had the perfect alibi.
Everyone thought you
were inside chanting
when you were really driving here
in Nicki's car to kill Mariel.
You disabled the CCTV,
and you were hoping to surprise Mariel,
but she saw you.
You got into a fight,
and Mariel managed to get to
the panic button
just before you knocked her down.
(HAUNTING MUSIC)
But you kept your head and
you made it look like a robbery.
Took the gold necklaces and
the murder weapon with you.
Oh, and that parcel out the back door,
just in case anyone traced
whoever left it.
You made it back in time
to make that speech,
but what to do with the murder
weapon and the gold necklaces?
Well, you had a plan for that.
Hold that, would ya?
It's heavy, isn't it?
Heavy enough to do some real damage.
It's called uranium glass;
Very common back in the day.
The uranium gives it that groovy colour,
but it also has
some other handy side effects.
(SWITCH CLICKS)
Cool, huh?
I don't know what you think
you're proving;
The police tested everything in here.
Not quite everything.
What did you tell me?
Every piece tells a story.
Enzo's mother was meticulous
with her records.
She supplied Mariel
with two identical paperweights,
and you used one to kill Mariel.
And wouldn't you know it;
The stolen gold
is 300 grams
lighter than the new necklace,
which is exactly the weight
of the missing glass.
You turned the murder weapon into
this, and you hid it in plain sight.
You went to all that trouble to
run down Enzo to stop him blabbing,
when neither of you realised he was
sitting on much better proof.
I couldn't do it anymore.
She wouldn't let me leave.
I didn't have a choice.
You had a choice.
You chose what you wanted
over Mariel's life.
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
Should I be worried that uranium glass
will make my team glow in the dark?
Well, not if they don't eat it.
Otherwise, there's
more radioactivity in a banana.
Hm.
For the record,
I think you made it work.
Hm. This old thing?
Active lifestyle and all.
(LIGHT-HEARTED MUSIC)
You don't have to say anything,
you know. We're cool.
Good.
The phone calls you keep trying to hide,
sentimental music gifts,
big breakfasts; I'm happy for you.
You're happy that a convicted
scam artist will give me no peace?
I'm just trying to figure out
what his game is.
Like, maybe he just wants attention,
but maybe he's being nice for the
first time in his life.
It's OK, Alexa;
You can keep your secrets.
(SPLIT ENZ'S 'I GOT YOU')
Look at you. ♪
You're a pageant. ♪
You're everything ♪
that I've imagined. ♪
Something's wrong. ♪
I feel uneasy. ♪
You show me. ♪
Tell me you're not teasing. ♪
I don't know why sometimes ♪
I get frightened. ♪
You can see my eyes, ♪
you can tell ♪
that I'm not lyin'. ♪
I don't know why sometimes ♪
I get frightened. ♪