[Indistinct conversations] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Mate.

Listen, that aftershave you're wearing?

Paco Rabanne?

A couple of drops goes a really long way.

You know, unless you're trying to impress somebody a hundred K's downwind.

♪♪ Yeah, well, okay, yeah, but your sense of smell still works, right?

Yeah.

-He says -- -Got it.

Thank you.

Please.

-Thank you.

-A few months back, a student at a cooking school was found dead on the classroom floor.

Blunt force head trauma.

-You said sightseeing.

-Yeah, we can sightsee and chew gum at the same time.

-I hate chewing gum.

How long are we up here for?

-Oh, half an hour, give or take.

-You just wanted to be sure I couldn't walk away.

-But how good's the view?

[ Chuckles ] Coroner returned an open finding.

I'm not so sure.

Dead guy is Ivan Zang.

Top student.

Kitchen staff found his body at 8:00 a.m. Time of death was estimated between 4:00 and 5:00 a.m.

There was oil on the floor.

Coroner said he could have slipped and brained himself.

-What's a kid doing at school at 4:00 a.m.?

-This is a seriously competitive cooking school.

The teacher drives them hard.

Every month she comes up with some crazy-difficult recipe to test the students.

Zang was staying back that night to have a crack at a dish for the test the next day.

Some complicated salmon terrine, caviar in aspic.

-Pickled vegetables.

-Ooh!

Caviar in aspic.

Lovely.

-None of which use any oil in the cooking.

-Do you think they serve it on planks of wood?

'Cause that would drive me to blunt force trauma.

Okay, what about persons of interest?

-Another one of the students.

Yi Ling.

She was staying back that night too.

She says she left at 9:00 and went home to bed.

Her family back her up.

-Ahh.

What are family for?

-And Ling's got a temper.

She was expelled from high school for assaulting a teacher.

-Kieran, you are overselling.

Food wankers at each other's throats?

Irresistible.

-Yeah, you'd fit right in.

I mean, you're a good cook.

-I bake bread.

Maybe a stir fry.

-What about those dinner parties you guys used to throw?

I loved that homemade pasta of yours.

-I never made the pasta.

That was Gary.

-[Chuckles] You lost your phone.

-It's not funny.

I paid out 600 bucks for a new one, and everything on it looks different.

It's like learning to ride a bike again.

-Yeah, next time, take me with you.

-Well, that does sound like tremendous fun.

In the meantime, can you just get me into that cooking course?

-[Laughs] -What?

What's funny now?

-You're gonna have to get a pair of those checked pants.

Please model this uniform for me.

-Just enroll me, smart-ass.

-Well, I can enroll you as a transferring student.

I'll fake your academic record.

But you'll have to pretend to know everything.

-Yep.

I'll struggle through.

Thanks.

[Tia Gostelow's "Out of Mind" plays] [Sighs] ♪♪ -♪ I don't mind hasty ♪ ♪ And if my time's wasted ♪ ♪ I wouldn't touch you in the freezing cold ♪ ♪ What's on your mind lately?

♪ ♪ I know your eyes say things ♪ ♪ I hear you screaming, but your mouth is closed ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ All my attention's drained ♪ ♪ Enthusiasms feigned ♪ ♪ It's easy sailing when the wind is up ♪ ♪ I'm all blind and crazy ♪ ♪ And in the wild I'm taking ♪ ♪ Every chance I can to get away ♪ ♪ If I get that low... ♪ -Couple of drops goes a long way.

-♪ If it's out of sight, put it out of mind ♪ ♪ If I get that low, would you get me high?

♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Proper preparation prevents piss-poor performance.

I can smell onions!

You should not be frying!

Come on, focus, people!

Number one -- mise en place!

Precision cuts!

How do I want them?

-Perfect, Chef!

-Perfect, Chef!

-Perfect, Chef!

What do you want?

-I'm Alexa.

I'm the transfer.

-You're late.

Find a spot, and do not hold me up.

-Hi.

Hi.

-Ah, we're on lesson three.

Prepare poultry dishes.

Coq au vin and stuffed roasted quail.

Ah, I'm Ranesh.

-Hi, Ranesh, I'm Alexa.

-I can hear chatting.

You don't have time to chat.

Move it.

-Hi, I'm Alexa.

-Here's your chicken.

-Thanks.

Can I get some of the breast?

-God!

No!

-Also, she's a... -Your potatoes should be on, your concasse done!

Come on, people!

-Yes, Chef!

-Yes, Chef!

-Yes, Chef!

-Ohh, God!

We are not doing a...stir fry!

What is half the battle, people?

-Presentation, Chef!

-Presentation, Chef!

-Presentation.

-I quite like a nice stir fry.

-[ Exhales sharply ] -What, something funny?

-Yeah.

What you're doing.

-Oh... -Oh, Jesus wept!

You've got blood on the eggplant!

-Yeah, sorry.

Have you, uh, got a Band-Aid?

-Oh.

Do you want me to kiss it better too?

You're supposed to be past the Band-Aid stage.

-I thought I was.

-Well, clearly you're not.

I told you not to slow me down.

Get your own Band-Aid next time.

-[ Gasps ] Ohhh!

-So, what's this about for you?

Like a midlife crisis, or... -Yeah, something like that.

-Let me guess -- Public servant going mad.

-Surrounded by idiots.

-Huh!

Snap.

I'm Brenda.

-Yeah, I know.

That's why I'm here.

I thought maybe I could, uh, learn from you.

-You want to reinvent yourself?

Well, you identify a goal, you plan a straight path to that goal, and you work like a dog to get there.

-Chef, how long for the figs?

-Five minutes.

Okay.

You show me some skills, and I'll help you.

If not, I want you out of here.

Sink or swim.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I'm fine.

-I was worried sick.

-Hey.

-Hi.

-I followed up on Yi Ling.

No CCTV at the school, but I found a report someone phoned in to local police.

A man and a woman were seen fighting in the car park three weeks before Ivan was killed.

Description fits Ivan and Ling.

-What was the fight about?

-Oh, it's not recorded.

Police arrived after they left.

Hey, can I have a go?

-Yes.

Careful.

Those knives are sharp.

-Yeah, you've got the Band-Aids to prove it.

So, was it humiliating?

-Look, those kids have been at it all year.

Some have them even worked in restaurants already, which is cheating, if you ask me.

-You asked to be dropped in the middle of it.

-Okay, what is this great big, weird-looking turnip thing?

-Ah, it's celery root.

It's good for soup.

Actually, Ling's family run a bunch of restaurants across Melbourne, so it's not like she's desperate.

-She's desperate about something.

What'd you dig up on Ivan Zang?

-Not much.

Sporty, lived with his mum.

I checked everybody's alibis, too.

So, Ivan died at 4:00 a.m.

They're all saying they were in bed then.

But, fun fact, Brenda Levine, the teacher?

She was with Diego Mann that night from midnight until breakfast.

-Wait, Diego Mann, the footballer?

-Well, ex-footballer.

He's the main backer at her new restaurant in St. Kilda.

-Well, that's what I call a close working relationship.

-I've dated a footballer.

Never again.

People are never as interesting as their dating profiles or as good-looking as their pictures.

In fact, I'm over dating completely.

-Bet you 50 bucks you'll be back on the circuit in three days.

-Oh, you're on.

Easy money.

I'm a free woman.

[ Chuckles ] Done!

Brunoise.

My dad taught me.

He's a cook.

-Oh, yeah, did he also teach you to be a smart-ass?

-No, I think I picked that up more recently.

-Why don't you go get me Ivan Zang's mother's address?

-Alright.

♪♪ ♪♪ -If I'd made Ivan come home that night...

If I'd let him study cooking years ago... -You just can't blame yourself, Mrs. Zang.

-We had so many plans for him.

He won a scholarship to study law, but he only cared about cooking and soccer.

I tried to keep his mind on study.

One day he left, and we didn't see him for two years.

-Do you know where he went?

-Queensland, mostly.

He worked in restaurant kitchens, washing dishes.

He's still here, all around.

That's his team.

Pictures.

His things.

Reminders.

This was Ivan's.

He collected reviews.

Recipes he liked.

There.

-So after a few years in Queensland, he came home.

-He tried to be a good son.

He went to uni, but he was miserable.

We sold some things, found the money for cooking school.

It was his dream.

-I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

-I still don't understand.

They said it was an accident.

-Well, the police just want to be sure of what happened, for -- for you and for Ivan.

Tell me, did you ever get the feeling that there was any kind of bad blood at the cooking school?

-Ivan was topping the class.

He said they were his friends.

But they were all enemies, too.

♪♪ -Lift your left elbow.

See?

Your thumb comes back.

-Ahh.

That's half a liter of blood saved.

-Why do you suddenly need mad kitchen skills?

-There's someone I want to impress.

-Ahh.

Who is he?

-It's a woman.

-Really?

Okay.

So, how long's this been going on?

-About 24 hours.

She's a chef.

-[ Chuckles ] Didn't you have a husband?

-Yeah.

What?

-Hey, I get it.

Life's an adventure, right?

Ah, look out.

Tuck your nails under.

Guide the knife with your knuckles.

That's it.

-Ohh!

Teach me everything you know.

-Yeah, sure.

In a day.

[ Cellphone rings ] -Got half an hour.

Hey.

-I tracked down Ivan's soccer team.

Their shorts aren't as tight as the AFL guys.

-That's very observant.

Now move your attention to their faces and ask some questions.

Ivan might have confided in them.

-You sent me here deliberately, but I'm not dating any of them.

Even if they ask nicely.

-No, these are good.

You can do this.

-Yeah, would you serve 'em?

-Sure.

One tip.

Chefs love their seasoning.

Use twice as much pepper as you think you need, and three times as much salt.

Works every time.

So, tell me about your chef.

Is she nice?

-She's a demanding hard-ass with a hair-trigger temper.

-Yeah.

Yeah, that could work.

-You won't get this chicken casserole outside of an RSL bistro, but it's foundational work.

Perfect sauce comes from perfect stock.

-This is so weird.

Wasn't this Ivan's space?

-And cook this perfectly, and you might get a shot at my tarragon cream mussels this afternoon.

-Oh, that would be nice.

Hey.

Weren't you and Ivan good friends?

-No, not really, no.

-Oh, he was a really good cook, someone said.

-Listen, he got good grades, but his food was... -Oh, is that why you punched him?

Someone said.

-Spoon!

Not bad.

Bit of flavor, moist chicken.

Seven.

Great sauce.

Perfectly seasoned.

This is an eight.

Showing me skills.

-Thanks, Chef.

-Our sauce will be perfect, and our caponata will be perfect because our macédoine will be... -Perfect, Chef!

-Perfect, Chef!

-And, remember, I told you -- the best cook here gets the demi chef job at my new restaurant.

-Oh, that'd be cool.

-That job is mine.

-Ivan was great.

I miss him.

-Miss him as a player, or... -As everything.

He was a really good mate.

-Was there anything unusual about him in the weeks before he died?

-Oh, he was way distracted.

Missed heaps of training.

Missed a semifinal, which we lost.

-Well, did -- did he say what was bugging him?

-I hardly saw him.

That cooking school ate his life.

It's awesome that a detective finally showed up, though.

-No stone unturned.

-[ Chuckles ] Are you thinking it wasn't an accident?

-Well, we want to make sure.

-If me and the boys can help, we will.

-Yeah, ask them if they remember anything.

It might be small.

Doesn't matter.

-Sure.

I should get back to it.

But, uh, maybe we can get together later, have another chat about it?

-Ah, yeah.

Can I get your number?

-Yeah.

Here we go, yep.

-With only half the cream sauce in the pasta, it stays a little stiff, sits up.

Do not give me flat pasta.

-Alexa.

-One sec.

-Then we're gonna spoon on the mussels.

Do not overcook your mussels.

Then we're going to add some extra sauce.

And, please, let it bleed over the plate.

Some color.

-Alexa.

-Wait a sec.

-Garnish.

Don't forget your tarragon.

-Your roasted garlic.

There's a problem.

-Voilà.

Go play!

And the best five cooks get a tour of my new restaurant tonight, give you a head start for the demi chef job.

-Oh, that looks like a one.

-Do you need a fire extinguisher?

-Ah, no, Chef.

All good now.

My fault.

I guess I'm just not used to this oven.

-I know you did that.

Sabotage is for dead...

Right, well, you get a golden ticket for tonight based on the strength of your sauce.

Get rid of that.

-Yes, Chef.

Thank you.

-Mature-aged students are always a pain in the ass.

-Yeah?

Well, people who generalize are always just ...heads.

-You can't cook to save your life, but you're in my face.

More special treatment.

-More?

[ Cellphone rings ] Hey.

-Ah, housekeeping.

I've sent you some shots the CSOs had.

Stuff from Ivan's locker.

Spare clothes, cooking mags.

His kit they collected from the kitchen.

There'll be a photo icon on your home screen.

-Uh-huh.

-It's nothing very interesting.

♪♪ -Yeah, but those knives... That's a Japanese brand.

-I, uh, think I should interview Simon again -- Ivan's friend from his soccer team.

-Oh, yeah?

-I've arranged to meet him one-on-one.

He was very keen.

To help.

-That sounds a lot like a date.

-Oh, no, it's definitely not.

It's much more formal than that.

-Madison, just don't go sleeping with any witnesses or suspects.

-What?

[ Giggles ] I mean, no.

-Night.

-As if.

♪♪ -If you have passion, this is where it leads.

15 years of my life is distilled right here.

-It's awesome.

-That must be terrifying, Chef.

-Terrifying and exciting.

Two faces of the one coin.

Now, you're the first students to come here.

Come on, soak it up.

One of you could end up working in there.

-We have no plates, no wine glasses.

-Diego, not here.

Not here.

-We open in two days.

-Yeah, I know.

The supplier's number is on the paperwork.

Tell them tomorrow, or I will be making testicle pâté.

Right, I need some help.

Let's make perfect stock.

♪♪ ♪♪ -So, I'm interested in what you said about Ivan being distracted in the weeks before he died.

Um, did he ever mention a fight with one of the other students?

-No.

I don't think so.

But something definitely changed.

-Hi, guys.

Specials are there at the bottom.

-Thanks.

-Hey, you're Alexa's friend.

-Oh, colleague.

-Can I get you something to drink?

-Oh, um, I will if you... -Oh, no, I'm alright.

But, I mean, go for it.

-Oh, no, just water.

Um, do you want something to eat?

-You look like you're going out.

-Oh, yeah, no, uh, it's just a work thing.

-No, I'm alright.

-So two glasses of water?

-Yep, that'd be great, thanks.

-Thanks.

-Ah, so, those times Ivan missed training... -It wasn't just training.

We used to hang out a bit.

In the weeks before he died, he burned me two or three times.

Canceled by text.

No explanation.

-Harsh.

-I had a go at him, but he shut me down.

-So, that was evenings?

Do you have exact dates for me?

-Yeah, I've still got the texts.

-Two waters.

-Ranesh, red onions.

Daniel, carrots.

Alexa -- -Alexa, can you pull three chickens out of the freezer to defrost?

-Yes, Chef.

-Whoa!

-Sorry.

-Sorry.

-Idiot!

[ Cellphone rings ] -Sorry, it's my mother.

-Oh, I heard that.

-Yeah.

Hey, get to the point.

I'm really busy now.

-Okay, I've seen the texts where he canceled hanging out with Simon.

Three Friday nights.

"Sorry, dude.

Sad face, sad face."

Now, I want to access Ivan's metadata, see where he went, assuming he had his phone.

-Of course he had his phone.

He was 27 years old.

-Unless he lost it.

-While you're at it, I want you to check Ling's phone the night Ivan died.

Test her alibi.

-If you took a call during dinner service, your chef would boot you out the back door.

Wake up.

-Yes, Chef.

♪♪ [ Doorbell rings ] Hello?

-Yes, could I please get a duck confit with a side of fries?

-If you ask nicely, I'll do you a concassé.

-Oh, yummy.

What's that?

-Tomato sauce.

[ Door buzzes open ] Hey-oh.

-Bloody food wankers, huh?

-I know.

Here, have some chrysanthemum tea.

-Oh, I like that blue.

Matches your shirt.

-Yeah.

-Been to the storage unit?

-Yeah, I needed to get out Gary's knives for the course.

-And his pasta machine.

-I don't need it.

Course has already done pasta making.

-Madison got me out of bed at 6:00 to organize phone data warrants.

What have you got?

-Well, Ling is a hothead with a motive.

Ivan was getting the better of her in class, and I think they were arguing over a job.

I think the murder weapon was a frozen chicken.

You know, once it thaws, the murder weapon disappears.

Abracadabra.

-Murder most "fowl."

[ Both laugh ] -This is really bugging me.

Here.

These are Ivan's knives.

They're Japanese.

Shun brand.

They cost thousands of dollars a set.

-Chefs need good knives.

-Yeah, but Ivan had no money.

His family had to sell furniture to pay for the course.

So where did he get it?

♪♪ -There you go.

-Oh, I didn't order that.

-Neither did anyone else.

-You said you were gonna serve it.

-I just did.

It's a garnish, not a meal.

You cut them, you eat them.

No wastage.

[ Cellphone rings ] -Alright, alright.

How was the date?

-It wasn't a date.

It was an interview.

-Well, George said it looked like a date.

-It was totally a date.

-We had a glass of water.

-Wow, you're a very big spender.

-I went into Ivan's class records.

He was getting average marks the first term, then suddenly shot up to the top of the class a few weeks before he died.

-When he had the fight with Ling?

-Well, allegedly.

And also, three Friday nights in a row he went to the same spot in St. Kilda for an hour, but Street View shows a vacant appliance warehouse there.

-Was it on the corner of Fitzroy and Blue Streets?

-How did you know that?

-I was there last night.

It used to be an appliance warehouse a couple of months ago, and now it's about to be Melbourne's hottest restaurant.

-Oh, and I double-checked Ling's alibi.

-She was texting contacts past midnight.

That's in the case file.

-And a fishmonger posted a photo of her picking up seafood with her dad at 4:10 a.m. She couldn't be in two places at once.

-Okay, I'll get back to you, Madison.

♪♪ -Alright, I want to get out of here by 3:00.

The restaurant is calling.

Oh, Alexa.

Are you ever on time for anything?

-No, Chef.

Sorry, Chef.

-Alright, workflow.

What shall we start with first?

What takes forever in the steam ovens?

-The galantine, Chef.

-Exactly.

Finish deboning those chooks, people.

-Hey, Ling... -If you want help, ask Ranesh.

-Ivan had a really great set of Japanese knives, right?

-Why do you know that?

-Did he start the course with them?

-No, he had the cheap ones.

-Well, when did he get the Shun?

-I don't know!

-Was it about the time his marks went up?

-His marks didn't go up because he got the knives.

He still couldn't cut a julienne for... -Thanks.

Chef?

-Yeah?

-Quick question.

I've heard Ivan had a really great set of knives.

-Ivan?

-Yeah, Shun brand.

Should I invest in those?

-Did he?

-Yeah.

Yeah, just like the ones that you're holding in your portrait.

-Um... -Wait.

Did you give him those knives?

You did?

-Yeah, well... Don't tell the others, but yes.

It was a huge favor.

Huge.

-You're a big marshmallow, aren't you?

Yes, you are.

-I like to do things for people I get on with, like you.

And I want my best students to do better.

And Ivan was very good.

It's such a loss.

What the...are you doing?

-Sorry, Chef, my knife slipped.

-Oh, no, don't apologize to me.

Apologize to the...chicken.

I mean, the farce will be ruined by the time the chicken's cooked!

Here!

Hey!

Go work with Mica.

-Yes, Chef.

-Ling!

-Yes.

-Turn on the exhaust fans.

That is your job.

-Yes, Chef.

-Steam ovens are on, and we are cooking faster than the chickens!

-Oh, wow, that's noisy.

-It's another day at the office.

Hey, listen, I want you to arrange a meeting.

I want to talk to Simon.

-Oh, if you insist.

Wait, what have you found?

-Brenda was doing a whole lot of favors for Ivan all of a sudden.

Higher marks, gave him a bloody great set of knives.

-Oh, you think they were having an affair?

-Hard to know, isn't it?

-What did I say about phones?

♪♪ -Hello?

-It's possible Simon may be under the impression I'm a detective.

-Weird how people sometimes get the wrong idea.

-Simon, hi.

-Hey.

-Ah, this is my colleague, Alexa Crowe.

-How do you do?

-She has some questions.

-Cool.

-Thank you, Detective.

Need to get your breath?

-No, no, I'm good.

-So, ah, I believe that you were a friend of Ivan?

-Yeah, yeah, good mates.

Used to hang out a bit.

He was the, ah -- He was the one who introduced me to my fiancée.

-Oh.

Nice.

So, did he ever talk about his relationship with the woman who takes his class, Brenda Levine?

-Relationship?

Y-You're not saying they were on together?

-Well, no, but there were a number of secret meetings.

Do you know anything about that?

-I know he wanted to work for her.

But he said her recipes were troppo.

-Troppo?

-Not mad, or crazy?

-No, troppo.

-Thanks, Simon.

That's it.

-Okay, thanks.

See ya.

-Wow, dangerous business, getting involved with engaged men.

-I did not go on a date with him!

-Okay.

You still owe me 50 bucks.

-Wait, you never thought Brenda and Ivan were on?

-No, Brenda's driven.

She wouldn't risk it all by having sex with a student, let alone in a place where her rich boyfriend could walk in.

-Hey, what does "troppo" mean?

-I think I might know.

-Please be careful.

It's precious.

-Oh, I know it is.

I'll take very good care of it.

May I?

-Mm.

-Thank you.

Mrs. Zang, do you really want to know everything about your son?

We tend to idealize our loved ones after death.

But the truth is usually more complicated.

-What are you saying?

♪♪ -I think your son was a very complex young man.

It may have contributed to his death.

♪♪ Tarragon cream mussels.

This was the recipe that Brenda Levine got from Ivan, who in turn got it from the Tropicana Buena Cena in Townsville 10 years ago.

-But Brenda claims it's her recipe.

-Yeah.

-Coffee or cucumber this morning?

-Coffee, please.

Hey, George, what if you had the best sourdough bruschetta in Melbourne, but the chef you stole the recipe from called you out on it?

-Well, firstly, it'd be my recipe, and they'd be stealing it from me, okay?

-Well, yeah.

-But, yeah, it's no big deal.

We steal each other's ideas all the time.

-Oh.

-How did your date end up?

-No, it wasn't a date.

-You want another glass of water?

-I'll have a coffee, too.

-That's the way.

Live it up.

-Asian julienne, salmon and asparagus terrine.

This also is Brenda's recipe, and that's what Ivan was making the night he died.

-Yeah, I reckon the aspic did it.

-Oh.

Chef Elaine Summer.

Hello, troppo girl.

Hey, what you got?

-Facial recognition is running.

Oh, I don't know.

Different hair, different hair color.

This photo is really old and faded.

You might be right.

[ Beeps ] It's a match.

Brenda Levine is Elaine Summer.

-And she didn't steal the recipes from Ivan's book.

They were hers the whole time.

Ivan recognized her and realized he knew her from Townsville 10 years before.

-Wait, why does that matter?

And why would she change her name, anyway?

-Elaine Summer made a mistake.

She served week-old béarnaise sauce.

One customer died of food poisoning.

She must have been booted out of the industry.

-So she's making a comeback as Chef Brenda.

-I think Ivan was blackmailing her.

So she smashed his skull in.

-How?

She was in bed with Diego Mann when he died.

-These strawberries aren't organic.

Ranesh, go and check the fruit purchase order now.

-I'll do it.

-No, no, and get Diego to do a strawberry run.

-Yes, Chef.

-You're not invited.

I've got enough hands.

-Just came to soak up the buzz.

Did your plates come in?

-Stop being such a tourist, Alexa.

I'm busy.

-Hey, just one quick question.

Why didn't you tell police that you worked with Ivan 10 years ago at Tropicana Buena Cena?

What's the story, Elaine?

-I don't talk about Townsville because I'm ashamed of it.

Yes, I changed my name.

Of course I did.

And you would have done the same thing.

-Yeah, it does help you get back into business.

But, ah... ...does your investor know?

-Who are you?

-Alexa Crowe.

I'm investigating the death of Ivan Zang.

-I spoke to the police.

-You told them nothing.

Your whole life is a lie, but since when?

-It's not a lie.

I'm passionate about food.

I can't do anything else.

Ivan was passionate about food, too.

He felt the same way, and his death was a terrible accident.

-He was blackmailing you.

-And I was with Diego the night Ivan died.

-Yeah, Diego.

The alibi you prepared earlier.

-Get out.

Get out.

-Be careful with that.

It's, uh, really sharp.

Oh, and, um, you owe me a phone.

-So you don't believe Brenda's alibi?

-Diego said that Brenda arrived before midnight and left at 7:00.

But he's her investor.

He's got a lot to lose if she goes down.

Have you got it yet?

-Give me a break.

I can't just click my fingers and bring up any old CCTV footage.

-Well, just call me when you get it.

-I'm getting it!

I'm getting it!

You know, for someone who's always late, you're an incredibly impatient person.

Okay.

Got it.

Here she comes.

11:58 p.m. -Okay, now scroll forward and make sure she didn't leave in the wee hours.

-On it.

It's just people coming home late.

Drunk people.

People who've been on disappointing dates.

So, how could she have killed Ivan at 4:00 a.m.?

Unless she hired some muscle.

-Brenda's a chef.

She has to be at the center of everything.

Everything's the Brenda show.

-And there she goes.

7:00 a.m. in the morning, like she said.

What now?

-Well, now...

Wait a second.

-Now, what?

Oh, come on.

George?

Georgeous?

-Yes?

-I am making caviar in aspic on a salmon terrine.

I need caviar and, uh, gelatin.

-What?

Do you think this is a deli?

What the hell?

-Do me a favor?

-Are you ever gonna do me one?

-Yeah.

Gelatin?

-Oh, geez.

There you go.

-Salmon?

-You get your fish from the fish shop.

[ Haiku Hands' "Not About You" plays ] -♪ I feel like I'm on one ♪ ♪ Banging on to someone ♪ ♪ Before it comes undone ♪ ♪ I'm gonna eat my cake ♪ -[ French accent ] My little friend... -♪ I'm gonna ♪ ♪ I'm gonna ♪ ♪ I'm gonna ♪ ♪ I'm gonna tear up the lexicon ♪ ♪ With a hexagon and my sexy thong on ♪ ♪ No matter where your head is gone ♪ ♪ Or where you're from, I'm-a take you on ♪ ♪ It's not about you ♪ ♪ I'm-a shake it like I'm Esteban ♪ ♪ On an autobahn with the cordless on ♪ ♪ And I'll see you at the afterparty ♪ ♪ In a pink Bugatti ♪ ♪ It's not about you ♪ ♪ All talk, hold court, oh, Lord ♪ ♪ I understood ♪ ♪ No more brick wall ♪ ♪ I'm gonna eat my cake ♪ -Come here, my little friend.

Ooh-la-la!

[ Normal voice ] None for you.

-♪ It's not about you ♪ ♪ Shut up, it's not about me either ♪ ♪ I am my sister's keeper ♪ ♪ Chill ♪ ♪ It's not about you ♪ ♪ Shut up, it's not about me either ♪ ♪ It's us verse the grim reaper ♪ ♪ Chill, chill, chill ♪ ♪ I said I'll hit the mark on the head ♪ ♪ I said I'll bring you back from the dead ♪ ♪ I did all that while you were in bed ♪ ♪ And still had time to set the next trend ♪ -Okay, well, that took forever, but not all night.

♪♪ What's wrong with this picture?

-♪ I feel like I'm on one ♪ ♪ Banging on to someone ♪ ♪ Before it comes undone ♪ ♪ I'm gonna eat my cake ♪ ♪ It's not about you ♪ ♪ Shut up, it's not about me either ♪ [ Whirring ] ♪♪ ♪ It's not about you ♪ -Madison.

I need details of the cooking school's electricity usage across the day and night when Ivan died.

Thanks.

[ Indistinct conversations, mid-tempo jazz music playing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Man, you're as welcome as a toenail in the crème brûlée.

-You got the job, Ling.

Congratulations.

-Three ceviche!

One mezze plate.

Two quail.

-Yes, Chef!

-Yes, Chef!

-What did Ivan want, Brenda?

-Get out.

Get out of my restaurant.

-He came here one Friday night, then the next, and the next.

♪♪ The recipes you'd been inventing seemed familiar to him.

And then he remembered.

Elaine from his Townsville days.

Remembered how he'd lost his job there.

He wanted to do well.

He needed to do well for his family, so you helped him.

You gave him your best knives.

-Risotto!

I need that risotto, please!

-Yes, Chef!

-Yes, Chef!

-You gave him good marks even though his food wasn't very good.

He didn't have much flair, did he?

-That's horse... [ Bell dings ] Service!

-But then Ivan asked for too much.

You knew that he was working back, trying to perfect one of your recipes.

So you waited till Ling left... ...then you surprised him.

You cracked his skull open with a frozen chicken.

Then you left out more chickens to defrost.

Normal procedure.

Smeared a little oil on the ground.

Now you needed to cook the recipe, to make it look as if Ivan had been up all night.

You shut off the exhaust fans, turned on the commercial ovens, and set the timer to, what, six hours?

The room heated up, and Ivan's body stayed warm a lot longer than normal.

Estimated time of death, 4:00 a.m.

But the school's electricity usage spiked hard from 10:00 p.m. Of course the room cooled down by the time that they found the body, but you'd done enough to fool the pathologist.

-One more ceviche!

-Yes, Chef.

-Yes, Chef.

-Get that beef off.

It's done.

-It was the aspic, Brenda.

-What do you know about aspic?

-Well, I made it.

Your recipe.

Oh, it's terrific at normal temperature, but when things heat up, it's just a puddle of liquid.

Still tastes great, though.

-You know what he wanted?

He wanted to be my partner.

He wanted to tie himself to me.

But he wasn't good enough.

He was never gonna be good enough, and I was never going to be able to forget the one stupid thing I did.

Could you not...?

Could you not have let me have just one day?

-You actually taught me a lot.

-♪ Turn the lights out ♪ ♪ Oh, oh, ohh ♪ ♪ Here the nights are on repeat ♪ ♪ Hoping to find you ♪ ♪ In the biggest crowd ♪ -[ Sighs ] -♪ I'm hardly alone ♪ ♪ Standing here I click my heels ♪ ♪ And wish to go home ♪ ♪ If you look into my eyes ♪ ♪ Windows are open ♪ ♪ Shout it out if you're near me ♪ ♪ And call out my name ♪ ♪ Because I'm waiting for magic ♪ ♪ To take me away ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪