♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -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.

Sometimes dates, too.

-You know, this is a popular date spot, so I've been told.

-Are we on a date?

If you told me, I would have brought my pepper spray.

Not my type.

-Tom Bernay.

Do you know that he proposed to his wife here 20 years ago?

45, no kids.

By all accounts, incredibly charming.

He had a real way with women.

-Wow, do you think he's an actor?

-He also wrote, directed, and produced.

He was the owner of a traveling theater company.

-Past tense.

-Very.

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 hospital with a perforated liver, went into respiratory shock, coma, and was brain dead 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 are 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?

-Cellphone footage of the show.

-Ask the audience.

Classic.

-And the prop knife.

We got 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.

-No.

Nothing obvious.

There is a last run of the show in the Fringe Festival, though.

-Madison's all into that.

-What about you?

Like a bit of theater?

-Not much.

♪♪ Good grief.

No!

Chowder, no!

Stop!

That is not good for you.

[ Door opens, closes ] -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 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... -Bad?

-...esoteric.

-Well, it's an acquired taste, like... -Cat saliva?

-...olives.

-I'll take your word for it.

-You have absolutely no culture.

-No?

How's this for culture?

Fem Riding Hood.

Esoteric?

-Bad.

But the new wolf is very hot.

There's something so primal about seeing a grown man in a fur suit.

-Gross.

-The old one died.

-I know.

♪♪ -Run from their pity, from responsibility.

-I can run from the law.

I can run from myself!

-I can run for 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?

-Who's the new wolf?

-That's the understudy, Jason.

-I'm foraging for mushrooms.

You see, my grandmother and I live right up there.

Would you care to join us for dinner, Mr. Huntsman?

-Bad idea.

-Oh, you think?

-[ Chuckles ] Hello, my darling!

Oh, lovely Red.

You look frozen.

Come climb into bed.

-Uh, 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.

-[ Screams ] ♪♪ -I like this part.

-You see, no one in this world gives you power.

You have to take it.

And that goes for fur coats, too.

[ Applause ] -Stop it!

-You can't stop me.

[ Knock on door ] Hi.

Just some fans of your work.

-Oh.

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.

-No, that really came through.

-We're with the police?

-Well, I -- I've already talked to the police.

-Well, we're just, um, confirming a few details, you know?

Cleanup 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 theater enthusiast myself, and I've got to 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.

-Yeah, sure is.

Was the one that killed Tom a spring-loaded affair?

-Look, 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 -- 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 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.

Hi, Jason.

-I am aware.

-Maddie!

-Hey.

I loved the show.

-Thanks.

-This is Alexa Crowe.

She's a police consultant.

-You're the tech guy.

-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, ma'am.

Proper theaters, they phased out retractables ages ago.

But with Tom, drama over safety every time.

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 was 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.

[ Chuckles ] They didn't really hide it.

-Any trouble in paradise?

-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.

-Uh, he had that digestive... what you call it?

-Crohn's disease.

-Yeah.

Didn't mix well 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.

A younger, sexier wolf for the ladies.

[ Laughs ] -Yeah.

Well, thank you.

-Is that it?

-For now.

-See you round, Maddie.

-Bye.

♪♪ -"Maddie."

"See ya round, Maddie."

-Hey, Raf.

-Oh, you're on first-name terms with the 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.

-Oh my!

[ Laughs ] What's it been, like, 40 years?

Sorry, 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 want to 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 ***-kissing.

-And you paint?

-Yeah.

Recently, I realized I had no hobbies, and I 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'd have thought for sure you'd have moved on.

-No, I did -- London, Bern, Shanghai.

And 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 theater.

40 grand a year out the window.

But it made him happy.

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.

[ Laughs ] You know, the first few nights after Tom died, it 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 theater.

I didn't really know any of them.

How... How long have you been back?

-A year.

Well, I've been really swamped, but... -Oh, it's OK. No need to do that.

I'm a big girl.

-No, seriously, there are some weird murders here -- you know, per capita.

-[ Laughs ] Whatever the reason, uh, I'm glad you're back.

-Yeah.

Me, too.

[ Whirring ] -Oi!

What is that?

-Oh, Reuben lent me this to make miche.

-Quiche?

-Miche!

Miche bread.

-Wait, who's dead?

What?

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?

-Uh, 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?

-$18,000 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?

♪♪ This season's Celine La Tonelle bag, valued at $4,000.

What's this?

Mm.

Burberry.

Very nice.

-Uh, what do you want?

-I want to 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 your bank 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.

-To what?

-To Tom's death, obviously.

-Well, it's not.

I already told you 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 on to him, actually.

-Oh.

right.

So, you came on to a married man with wife and money troubles?

Did you convince him to leave his wife, and marry you?

-No.

That is not what happened.

I gave him money for the theater.

That's all.

I wasn't trying to buy him.

-Sonya, he took your money, and bought hair plugs.

-What?

♪♪ -Excuse us.

So, she said she gave him money to expand the theater.

-What, you think she's lying?

-Well, 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?

-Uh, meetings.

Time zones.

-From the oven, straight to you.

-I've organized the entire supply chain according to your schedule.

Thank you.

-You seemed to handle that okay.

-[ Sighs ] 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?

[ Sighs ] 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 theater.

Of course, he took it, and spent it on himself.

He betrayed her like he did you.

-And that's why she killed him?

-Not sure.

But I do know that Tom was a parasite.

-That's not fair.

-Yeah, 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.

It takes a very special piece of work to ask his 22-year-old mistress for money for hair plugs.

-Hair plugs?

-Hair plugs.

-Oh!

What?

-[ Chuckles ] Sorry.

Yes.

Can I look in Tom's office?

Any communications with Sonya could be helpful.

-Yeah.

Go for you life.

-Thanks.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Steroids?

Medrol?

-Steroids that help with Tom's Crohn's disease.

He'd endure the nausea and vomiting from the road food.

-Mm.

And Jason blamed the minibar.

-Who?

-Whatcha 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 proud of you.

-Oh, stop.

-No, I am, really.

There's so many people that just... Grinch about the world, and don't lift a finger, but you're really out there doing... stuff, real stuff.

-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 that you tried to pull its organs out -- -La, la, la, la, not listening.

Shut up.

-And then, you wrapped her in toilet paper, and you buried her... -In the time capsule.

Yes.

I was very cool.

-Psycho.

-Didn't we, um... bury that next to your, um... 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.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I'm okay.

I'm okay.

-[ Giggles ] -Okay.

Spade!

Gimme the spade!

-Oh!

♪♪ ♪♪ Maybe it's back there.

-Where the hell was the lemon tree?

[ Clangs ] Ready for this?

-Wait!

No.

No.

Okay.

[ Both gasp ] -Nefertiti Barbie.

-Ah, there is still something very cool about the pharaohs being buried with everything they need in the next life, everything they loved.

-Pen licenses granted to Alexa Crowe and Eleanor Ladner.

-Mm.

-Congrats.

-Deck of cards.

You were 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 mother gave your mother a punch in the nose.

-"Signed, Alexa and Eleanor."

-Run, run.

-I could sue you for breach of contract.

What happened?

You 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.

Sorry, I should have tried harder to say "goodbye."

-[ Groans ] You're here now.

-And it's not true, by the way.

I did not cheat every time.

-I think it's easier to count the times that you didn't cheat than the times that you did.

[ Doorbell rings ] -Hold on.

-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 neighbors 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.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

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?

♪♪ ♪♪ All right, I'm starting to feel kinda dumb.

-What if it's as simple as jamming the knife?

-Ah!

-Whosoever 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... -Now, drop it.

So it doesn't un-jam on impact.

-So, if she wanted to un-jam it, she'd have to push it back.

-[ Sighs ] See, she didn't have the time nor the forearm strength to do that.

-Maybe it was an accident.

♪♪ -Or maybe there were two knives, and someone swapped one for the other.

♪♪ Jason.

-Hey.

-Hi.

-Maddie's friend.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

Good show last night?

-Uh, there was people in the crowd than on the stage.

That's always a win.

-Good.

Can I tell you something?

-Sure.

-The first time I saw you, I said to Maddie, "That guy's way too good-looking to be working lights."

You should be onstage more.

-Yeah.

-How long have you been with the theater?

-Few years.

Yeah, I met Tom when we were doing a community theater 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 got to say, you were a bit of a hero that night.

You were on stage before anybody realized anything had happened.

-Mm.

-How did you know that 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.

-Because 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.

I got to 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 shoelaces.

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 her 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.

It's not you, honey, it's her.

-Code.

I love code.

Writing it, breaking it, whilst I'm computing or commuting.

[ Cellphone continues ringing ] A colossus.

Something that rhymes with colossus.

I'm chic.

I'm a freak.

I'm a geek.

I'm go... [ Cellphone ringing ] 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, e-mails, 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 have wanted her out of the way with Tom.

-Copy that.

-How's Madison's performance thing coming?

Her slam poetry?

-Her what?

-You didn't hear it from me.

-What on earth rhymes with Colossus?

[ Doorbell rings ] [ Knocking ] Eleanor?

-One second!

-Busy time?

-Ah -- No.

No.

You don't want to know.

Come in.

♪♪ -Look, I'm afraid that, uh, we might have 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.

-Wh... What about...the money?

And the affair?

You're sure it's not the girl?

[ Banging ] -The, um...

Uh, the mechanics of the whole thing don't work.

She couldn't... Stop!

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ You said you didn't know him.

-Alexa.

-If I ask 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.

-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 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 ass 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 offstage 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, it 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, no, no.

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.

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.

♪♪ 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've 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 want to live them?

[ Retches ] -There's nothing.

Sonya only ever texted Jason about her dinner order.

-Yeah, I figured.

I think she's just a patsy.

I kind of feel sorry for her.

Where are you now?

-Oh, I'm shopping.

-Do 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 gonna let me see you perform?

-Oh, shut up.

♪♪ -Serial cheater Tom might have 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?

-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.

♪♪ ♪♪ Well you're no help.

Get off that, please, Mr. Chowder.

Thank you.

♪♪ Oh, puss.

♪♪ -Are you all right?

-No.

[ Doorbell rings ] ♪♪ ♪♪ 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 color do you call that?

-Mm... cobalt?

Don't ask me.

I only paint 'cause I didn't want go to therapy.

-I thought you did this because you had leftover 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 is 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.

the 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.

-[ Scoffs ] [ Chuckles ] 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?

-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.

-That'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.

-But 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 the 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 have gotten away with it.

Jason stabbed him, but your poison made sure Tom died.

How's that for cosmic irony?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -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?

-No.

There's something I've got to do first.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Door opens ] -Oh, hey.

Maddie's friend.

-Hello.

-I'm Raf.

-Try to keep the poetry to a dull roar, would you?

I'm taking a bath.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪