MAN: And the entrepreneur of the year is Roger Simms!
[ Applause ]
Thanks. Thank you.
Oh, man. Thank you.
Thank you, MB Monthly,
for hosting this, uh, incredible event.
I'm... I'm so humbled to be here.
I, um...
I want to dedicate this award to Hugh Miller.
[ Applause ]
He was a close friend and, uh...
and a trusted colleague for over 10 years.
In fact, if it wasn't for Hugh,
I wouldn't be standing here holding this award tonight.
Wish we could have celebrated it together.
So thanks again, and, uh, have a great night.
Thank you.
♪ Your head is shaking ♪
♪ Your mouth is frowning ♪
♪ Your tongue's a-waggin' ♪
♪ All over town and ♪
♪ Your eyes are judgin' ♪
♪ Your elbow's nudgin' ♪
♪ All the poison that you spread ♪
♪ With each nasty word you said ♪
♪ Stay out of my business ♪
♪ Out of my business ♪
♪ Stay out of my business ♪
♪ Out of my business ♪
♪ Stay out of my business, leave it alone ♪
♪ The only business you've got is your own ♪
Ah, I see you're serving yourself now, are you?
Well, you weren't here. What am I supposed to do?
Ah, wait? I was gone for 30 seconds.
There you go.
Six loaves of sourdough,
and I threw in some olive herby ones as well.
[ Sniffs ] Mmm, still warm.
Straight from the oven to you, Georgeous.
Coffee tastes a bit like dirt, but...
Patience.
I'll make you a fresh one, all right?
I'll grab the rest.
- Yeah, you do that. - [ Door closes ]
Be nice.
I mean it, Alexa.
- Yeah, yeah. - Cyclists are good trade.
Are you listening?
I'm watching you.
Not a fan?
- What's wrong with it? - Didn't taste any good.
- How do you know? - What?
Well, you didn't have any of it.
Oh, well, I did. I had a small bite.
Where?
There.
- What's your name again? - Dan.
Dan.
Thing is, Dan, you're a liar.
- Excuse me? - The unworn kit, the fake Rolex.
You know, these are very nice touches
but a bit of a giveaway that you're feeling a tad insecure.
Now, did you order that toast before you realized
that your high-flying friends only ever order coffee?
'Cause that would mean that the problem is not
with the quality of the bread.
It's with your unresolved high school issues.
You should give me a call sometime.
Get a drink.
All right, that's it. Out.
Yeah, ta-ta. Nice to know ya.
Some people!
- What'd you do? - Nothing.
- Why is he outside? - [ Cellphone chimes ]
'Cause he was rude about my bread.
- Oh, yikes, got to go. - This is my café.
Not yours, mine.
Hello? Grandparents.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
15 minutes? More like 45.
Yeah, commuting around this city...
You forgot again.
- Just admit it. - Yeah, I forgot.
Your time management is shocking.
Oh, you know what's shocking, Kieran?
You're still giving me shit about my time management.
You're relentless. And you love it.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah.
So, you good?
Yeah. Been busy, but good.
Family's good.
All is good.
That's three "goods." You're overselling.
- No, I'm not. - Yeah, you are.
- You and Pip all right? - There's a case.
- Oh, no, Kieran! - No, give me a minute.
Give me a minute.
A month ago, eight cyclists set out
on their Saturday morning ride.
Early. No traffic. Had the road to themselves.
Where's Hughie?
Oh, here he is.
All of them made it to the top,
but only seven made it back to the finish point alive.
Hughie?
Hugh!
Hugh?
After retracing their route,
the riders found their friend dead on the ground.
Hugh?
Call an ambulance.
- Who was he? - Hugh Miller.
CFO of the Oriah Group.
Hospitality empire. Very clean.
He had a wife and two kids.
- Oh. - Eight and six.
Same age as yours.
KIERAN: All the cyclists' alibis checked out.
They said they were all riding down the hill together.
Plus they were backed up by this cycling app they all use,
which confirmed that no one stopped
before finding the victim.
[ Groaning ]
Coroner found it was heart attack
leading to blunt force trauma.
Case closed, nothing to see here, death by misadventure.
But you don't think so?
I'd look at the victim's boss, Roger Simms.
Oriah Group CEO.
He started the cycling group.
He's known and worked with the victim for years.
I've known and worked with you for years.
Spooky.
So why aren't you investigating this?
Coroner's closed the book. We're out.
There's a key in this, something we're missing.
- I'm a very busy woman. - Ha! Yeah.
Don't bullshit a bullshitter.
I'm gonna be honest with you, Kieran.
You had me at "cyclist."
- Ta-ta! - See ya.
Thanks, man. Thank you.
Actually, when my dad passed away,
people told me I couldn't do it.
I've got 40 venues open, and now this?
I guess I proved them wrong, right?
Actually, 41 venues.
Yeah, 'cause Oriah's mid renovation
on the old Mannix Hotel.
That was a passion project of Hugh's.
So watch this space. 'Cause I'm gonna make it happen.
For Hugh.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Hey.
MADISON: What are you up to?
Baking bread.
Hello? What do you want?
Look, I know you're working on another case.
- I'm not. - I know you are.
Just cut me in?
Hello?
Listen, this whole master-apprentice thing,
it's just not working for me.
Yes, it is.
No. Sorry.
Got to go.
[ Doorbell rings ]
You hung up on me.
[ Door buzzes open ]
In case you missed it the first time, I'm a very busy woman.
I can see that.
Baking bread.
Wait, is... is that the victim?
- I don't need your help. - No, wrong. You do.
Look, I don't know if your husband ever told you this,
but I want to be a detective one day.
Don't care.
You're a great mentor.
And I'm good.
Did Kieran tell you about this case?
No!
I've watched him leave for various appointments,
but today I saw him leave with a case file folder,
which is unusual.
So I searched the server to find out what he printed.
The case at hand.
Who else could that be for?
Look, I told you, I'm good.
And I have a massive work crush on Kieran.
There, I said it.
Wait, you smiled. What does that mean?
Listen, there's just one thing you can do for me.
Name it.
I need you to go back to the office.
- Yep. - Fire up your computer.
- Okay. - That's it, really.
Sorry?
Go back to work!
I'm still here!
I'll talk to you soon, then.
Ooh, that is quite the sight, isn't it?
Got to love a man in Lycra, right?
Excuse me, they're not just men.
- They're athletes. - Oh.
Want a drink?
Yes, soda and lime. Thanks.
Anna. Soda and lime, thanks.
Have I seen you somewhere? Like TV, or...?
Mm...
Oh, no! MB Monthly.
Yeah, you're part of that little high-flying riding crew.
CFOs, CEOs, C-U-Next-Tuesday.
Yeah, you got me.
Which are you?
CEO. Of this company.
Oh, fancy.
Roger. Roger Simms.
Alexa.
Just Alexa.
So, businessmen swap plaid for Lycra
and $10,000 golf clubs for $20,000 bikes.
- Got a question. - Mm.
Do you have to have a penis to ride with your crew?
You've just got to keep up.
Don't have to be a "C" acronym of some kind?
No. There's always room for an exception, but...
Oh, that's good.
- Reckon you could keep up? - That's condescending.
- Have you got a bike? - Yeah.
Come ride with us Saturday.
8:00 a.m. at the loop.
MAN: Rog!
Hey, I was really sorry to hear about what happened.
I read that one of your riding crew died.
- Must have been horrible. - Yeah.
Yeah, it was, yeah.
Anyway, see you Saturday, yeah?
Okay.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Find me something I don't know about Roger Simms,
CEO of Oriah Group.
Oh, so now you want my help. Interesting.
Yep. Soon as you can, please.
Oh, so you think this Roger guy is guilty?
[ Whistling tune ]
Oh.
Alexa.
Dawn.
Oh. You cycle now?
- Apparently. - Great.
Great.
Um, we're still hearing a lot of noise from your apartment.
- It's not me. - I am a lawyer, so...
Yeah, I think you might have mentioned that once or twice.
Mm, well, we can discuss it at the strata meeting on Thursday.
You coming?
I did get that note under my door.
- Well... - Night!
- [ Sighs ] - [ Door closes ]
[ Machine whirring loudly ]
[ Whirring stops, beeping ]
First up the mountain! Still got the K.O.M.!
Ha ha!
Did you get a flat along the way, mate?
Take your time, boys.
Hey, where's Hughie?
- Here he is. - [ Breathing heavily ]
ROGER: Deep breaths, big boy.
Make your mama proud.
[ Laughs ]
You right?
Ha!
[ Cellphone rings ]
We're gonna have to establish some boundaries.
You're an insomniac. Normal rules don't apply.
- Yes, they do. - You still picked up.
So, get this...
Before Roger's father made him CEO of Oriah,
he put a clause in Roger's contract
stating that both Roger and Hugh
had to sign off on every new property.
So Dad didn't trust little Rog.
What about the contract on the place he's renovating?
Oh, dead end. Both signatures are on it.
You called me about a dead end?
Did you look at the cycling app? I sent you a link.
ALEXA: Um...
Yep. Just a sec.
Oh.
Oh, you're nerding out hard on this one.
I'm not gonna lie. I am way into this app.
So each bike rider has a GPS tracker
that records their riding movements.
The app links to this website, so if you have a log in,
you can look through anyone's ride history at any time.
Oh, that's not creepy at all.
Ah, click "play," top right corner of the map.
You can watch the digital recording of the ride.
Ohh!
Would you look at that.
How did you get access to this?
I made a fake account, and I followed the cyclists.
Look, what can I say? You need me.
Ah, the dead guy is blue.
Okay, and which one's Roger?
Ah, green.
Okay, so if the murder happened at roughly 5:40 a.m.,
then we've got five people in a group at the front
and a group of two at the back,
one being Roger and one being...
...Iman Abarr.
Well, welcome to the investigation, Mr. Abarr.
Am I the queen of data or what?
[ Clicks ]
Hi, fellas.
- Morning. - Certainly is.
Alexa, this is Jimmy, Rocket, Bob, Bill, Andy, and Iman.
Pleased to know you.
- You too. - That's a nice kit.
- Yeah. - Want a head start?
Very gallant, Mr. Simms. No.
♪ Ohh, hey, hey ♪
♪ Mr. La Di Da Di ♪
♪ Money is all that you got ♪
♪ I got my friends and fam ♪
♪ The only currency I understand ♪
♪ God damn ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Mr. La Di Da Di ♪
♪ Money is all that you got ♪
♪ In a world full of greed ♪
♪ Music is everything that I need ♪
♪ Ooh na-na-na oh ♪
♪ I just want to live my life ♪
You want to race the next segment,
see who reaches the top first?
- Yeah, you're on. - Yeah?
Let's go, boys!
Oh, my God!
He's a maniac!
Endless energy.
How long you guys been riding together?
- Oh, you know, a little while. - It's a cool crew.
Yeah.
ALEXA: Hey, is this where your friend died?
Whoa.
Someone's missing him.
Yeah, we all do.
Who leaves the flowers?
I don't know. Family, I guess.
Must have been horrible.
Yeah, it was.
Yeah.
Race you up, eh?
ROGER: How are the legs?
ALEXA: [ Exhales sharply ] Burning.
ROGER: Yeah, we can hold off riding back.
- Let you catch your breath. - No, I'm exhilarated.
Interesting spot for a chat.
Oh, my God, nailed sourdough.
Iman Abarr.
CEO of Iman International Foods.
Turns out dry goods aren't the only thing
Iman's been selling Roger.
Roger's new property?
The Oriah Group bought it from Iman's company.
I sent you the original listing.
Very good.
Okay, something's bugging me.
Look at these pics.
Before and after. What's the difference?
Well, he's dead in that one.
Walk and talk.
I looked at Roger's ride history on that app.
See, he's always out front on the descent.
But not the day that Hugh Miller died. Why?
What, am I supposed to know?
Well, you want to be a detective, don't you?
- GEORGE: Hey! - Hey.
Hey, whoa, wait a minute.
They didn't like the olive bread?
Talking about? It's just a crumb.
This is not a crumb.
This is more than half a piece. They don't like it?
Relax, would you? One person left the bread.
That you're telling about. How many really?
Listen, you need to stop being so defensive about your bread.
Not defensive. Perfectionist.
- Ah, obsessive, actually. - Where are you going?
- You work with her? - Yeah, sort of.
Yeah, that must be fun.
[ Line ringing ]
Oh, hello.
Ah, can I speak to Iman Abarr, please?
[ Saw whirring ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Can we talk about this another time, though?
It's excellent work. Thank you so much.
- Thank you, bye. - Excellent, thank you, yeah.
You right, mate? What was that text about?
- Who's Alexa? - Why?
She rang me.
Ordered a whole bunch of food. Couple hundred bucks' worth.
- Yeah? - Did you tell her what I do?
- No. - No, neither did I.
All right. Relax, mate. Get a massage.
Why'd you ask her to ride with us?
Just being friendly.
She's asking questions about Hugh.
Mate, it was on the news.
You want my advice? Lemon balm and theanine...
Quit with the hippie shit. If I go down, we go down.
You are jumping at shadows.
Seriously, this is not a problem.
Iman, look at this place.
It's gonna be epic.
So is she gonna be riding with us from now on, is she?
If I want her to.
Got you something.
[ Gasps ]
$59.95? For socks?!
Yeah. Well, they'll wick the sweat and stay in position.
All the pros wear them.
Oh, you take perfectionist to a whole other level.
Oh, you got to.
You know, I was reading the cycling rules,
and apparently the crotch region
should never be worn-out or see-through,
and I'm just saying that a number of your guys
might be seriously in breach of that.
Maybe you could buy them some pants.
[ Laughs ]
As for the rule about shaving...
Well, you've got to shave your guns.
You shave your legs, don't you?
Well, only when I want to, and that is very seldom, actually.
I want to show you something.
Ooh, this is a great space.
- Bougainvillea's a nice touch. - You like it?
People either love it or hate it.
I reckon they're great, you know?
Vigorous, resilient little shit.
It'll climb up anything it can latch onto.
When I saw this garden, I knew I had to have the place.
Yeah, I can see why.
How long you been renovating?
Not long. About a month. Work fast, you know?
Well, some would say too fast.
Be honest. If I'd asked you, you would have said no.
Look, it's just not a really good time for me.
Yeah.
I heard about your husband, Gary.
You did?
And I know you've got to investigate me
'cause of what happened to Hugh.
You're a resourceful man, Roger.
Well, I've got nothing to hide.
I was gutted when he died, and I still am.
Please.
Alexa. Alexa!
8:00? The strata committee meeting.
Yep. Got the memo.
You know, I heard it again last night. The noise.
Oh, that's so weird.
The meeting's compulsory, Alexa.
Noise will be on the agenda at the strata meeting.
[ Line rings ]
MADISON: This is Madison Feliciano.
- Please leave a message. - [ Beeps ]
- [ Keys jingling ] - Call me.
You want noise on the agenda, Dawn?
Here's some noise.
[ The Swingers' "Counting the Beat" plays ]
♪ Look at the sunrise ♪
♪ Look at it burn ♪
♪ I look into your eyes ♪
♪ Don't know where to turn ♪
♪ I'm gonna drift into that void ♪
♪ I'm flying through space, I'm an asteroid ♪
♪ I'm dancing that place when you're paranoid ♪
♪ I'm thinking 'bout you ♪
- ♪ And nothing else ♪ - [ Thud ]
♪ Think about you, you think about me ♪
♪ Think about you, counting the beat ♪
[ Music turns off ]
You?
Not on my bed!
[ Meows ]
Look, dude...
I'm gonna be honest with you.
I'm not in a position to get in a relationship
with any thing at all right now, okay?
[ Doorbell rings ]
[ Door buzzes open ]
- Come here. - MADISON: Hello?
Alexa?
Just a sec.
[ Whispering ] Don't tell Madison. She doesn't like cats.
I was on a date down the road.
It wasn't going well,
so I used your voice mail as an excuse to leave.
You're like the ultimate wingwoman.
ALEXA: Okay.
Ah, Michael, a banker from the CBD.
He basically tried to Houdini me by being the perfect date.
I know that feeling.
Then his ex-girlfriend calls,
and he crumples in a heap in front of me.
It was like Dr. Phil for a solid half hour.
- Ohh, you do have a cat. - No, I don't.
[ Sneezes ] I'm allergic.
Well, I guess you can stay for a little while.
Ah, so you asked about Roger's ride history before?
- Mm-hmm. - How he always leads?
- Well, I've got a theory. - Come on. Shoot.
All the riders were involved.
Roger stays back just to check that the dead guy crashes.
All the riders get to the bottom of the hill,
and then they go back up and finish the deed.
How did Roger know that Hugh Miller
was gonna have a heart attack?
Not sure.
Ah, why'd you ring me?
I want you to do something for me.
Oh, yeah. Cool.
You're representing me at 8:00 tonight.
It's not gonna be easy.
Oh, I'm up for it.
ROGER: When I saw this garden, I knew I had to have the place.
ALEXA: What are you up to, Roger?
[ Doorbell rings ]
Oh, it's you.
[ Door buzzes open ]
Good to see I'm lighting up your evening.
- Who were you expecting? - Madison. Take a number.
What's this? You taking up horticulture now?
ALEXA: This is the real-estate photo of the old pub
that Roger Simms bought from one of his riding mates.
He's renovating it.
- Nice flowers. - Yeah.
He says the garden is the main reason that he bought the place.
Oh, yeah?
Not to make a shit ton of money? How novel.
Tell me this... Why would you buy a place for the garden,
then rip out the flowers?
How do you know he ripped them out?
'Cause I was there this afternoon.
Were you, now?
- Yes, he bought me champagne. - Oh, well...
Otherwise it looks a lot like the real-estate photos.
Except for the empty flower bed.
What kind of flowers are they?
Don't know. I'm looking them up.
Do you think the circumstances around Hugh Miller's death
might be more relevant than a bunch of flowers?
I'm obsessive. Leave me alone.
Bread machine working okay now?
Yes, thank you.
I'm a bit worried about my olive bread, but...
I think it's the salt.
Have you tried adding olives?
Well, that sense of humor is really coming along.
Now, I don't want to be rude, but why are you here?
Your boyfriend Roger called the DPP.
Asked why you were snooping around.
And you know this because...?
They asked me if I knew anything.
I said it was all horseshit
and Roger must have his wires crossed.
Oh, that's how he found out about Gary.
Did he?
Yeah, Roger loves a good power play.
Huh. Well, that's a good sign.
Do you want a drink?
Sure. If you do. Is it champagne?
No, I only drink champagne with murderers.
Look at you dating, hey? That's a positive.
Yeah, I told you. I've been stepping out.
I'm a very busy woman.
So you reckon he did it?
Yep.
What about the GPS tracker
that says Roger wasn't there when his mate died?
Well, that is a conundrum. I'm working on it.
- Motive? - I'm working on that too.
But as soon as I figure it out, you'll be the first to know.
Na zdrowie.
♪ Give it up, give it up, girl ♪
♪ Give it up, give it up ♪
♪ You know what's on my mind ♪
♪ Give it up, give it up, girl ♪
♪ You've been wasting too much time ♪
♪ Give it up, give it up ♪
Uh, Aly, can you pour this gentleman a drink?
- Thanks. - Glad you could make it.
Mate, if you're screwing me, just tell me now.
This again.
So when's the money getting sorted?
- Very soon. - Very soon.
You've been saying that for months.
Why would I screw you mate, hmm?
I'm not screwing you.
Okay, well, say, why don't you stop being an asshole,
because I know you've got the money.
Come on, do you really think now is a good time
to dump a shitload of cash into your account?
Mate, you're the one that said there's nothing to worry about.
But use your fucking head.
Mate, after everything I've done.
I tell you what, If it'll make you happy,
I've got some cash I could sling your way.
We'll call it a down payment.
We can go now if you want.
Where?
The people in your strata committee are great.
I swear those meetings are just an excuse to drink.
What, they're cool people, Lex!
Don't call me Lex.
Well, maybe not Dawn, but there's always one dickhead.
Apparently, she's a lawyer.
Is that so?
She kept saying how the walls are paper-thin.
Anyway, I don't want to tell you how to live your life,
but I really think you should learn
how to be a better people person.
Thank you for that.
Oh, is this Roger's new place?
ALEXA: Mm-hmm. Look at this... original valuation, 7.2.
But then two days later, Hugh Miller had one done.
Six million.
So if Hugh knew that the new property
was worth less than Iman's asking price,
why would he sign off on a higher one?
Or did he?
No, it's a riddle. I hate riddles.
[ Cat meows ]
Well, you're gonna make a marvelous detective.
What are you doing?
Well, he's hungry.
He has an owner somewhere who clearly loves him,
judging by his sense of entitlement.
Ohh, I thought he was your cat.
I sort of let it slip to Dawn,
and she completely lost her shit.
Sorry!
Pinot gris is my weakness.
ALEXA: He is not my cat, but if you keep feeding him,
then he's gonna ditch his sod of an owner
and think I'm his new food slave.
But what if his sod of an owner is deliberately not feeding him,
to get other people to do his dirty work.
Then no one feeds him.
Oh.
What?
Dirty work.
Madison, that could be the best thing you've said to me in days.
That's sad.
Madison, I think you're some kind of genius.
[ Inhales sharply ]
Perfect.
♪ No more hanging 'round, wondering what to do in town ♪
♪ 'Cause, girl, we got places to be ♪
♪ No more waiting out till somebody else is down ♪
♪ Got too many things to see ♪
- [ Cellphone rings ] - [ Sighs ]
Yes?
I didn't wake you?
I'm about to ride up a bloody mountain.
- What? With who? - With whom do you think?
- Just the two of you? - Yeah, romantic, hey.
Got myself a digital tracker and everything.
Iman's missing.
No one's seen him since yesterday.
His phone's off.
His wife's scared something's happened to him.
Do you think something's happened to him?
You know the bloke better than I do.
[ Beeps ]
ALEXA: Yeah, just here, thank you.
Five stars, mate.
8:27. What time do you call this?
- Nice socks. - Yeah, only the best will do.
Compare times?
If it's not on the app, did it even happen?
Where are you?
You're not in here. Did you hit stop?
I didn't even press start.
No, course you didn't.
Hey, what's with the A.S. motif?
Adriana Simms. Mum's initials.
Makes me feel like she's still around, you know?
Yeah? Nothing more attractive than a man who loves his mama.
Would have had you pinged more as a daddy's boy, though.
No.
Why are you still single?
Haven't found the right girl.
- You? - My husband died.
So did you get your mother's initials engraved
on Iman's bike as well?
That was a gift.
Iman's a good friend.
Wow, yeah, really good friends.
Such good friends that you're out here with me
instead of searching for him.
- Searching for him? - Yeah, well, he's missing.
- Is he? - Apparently.
Well, he's a big boy.
I mean, he'll show up.
Don't forget to button on this time.
Oh, my God, you're a serious perfectionist.
Yeah, well, I reckon you are too.
No, I just like to win.
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
I want you to call Roger Simms at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.
Tell him that the toxicology report
showed traces of monkshood in Hugh's system.
There was no toxicology report done.
Yeah, I know. Doesn't matter.
What's it called?
Monkshood. Aconitum napellus. Just say monkshood.
And ask Roger if he knows how Hugh
might have come into contact with it.
Whatcha doing down there?
Hey. Lost a pair of sunnies.
Thought maybe you were looking for monkshood.
What's that?
It was growing in your garden before you pulled it out.
It's how you knew Hugh Miller was gonna have a heart attack.
[ Chuckles ]
Roger, that was almost a perfect crime.
I'm surprised you're not claiming it.
You put the pureed root into the same bottle as Hugh's.
You asked for a cheeky sip of water...
Thanks.
...and then gave him back the poisonous bottle,
but you got the dose wrong, didn't you?
[ Groaning ]
Then when you realized you were running out of time,
you smashed his head against a rock.
You right?
I'm gonna call for help.
Chucked the bottle into the bush
and raced to catch up with the peloton.
You just couldn't stand coming in later than second place.
Hugh was like my brother. He was like my right arm.
Yeah, that threw me at first, too,
but then I saw Hugh's private valuation of the new property.
He figured out that Oriah
had paid $1.2 million past Iman's asking price.
He must have tumbled to the fact that you and Iman
were in cahoots and pocketed the difference.
Did Hugh want in?
Maybe it was nothing to do with money.
Maybe you just hate being caught out.
Ha! That's ridiculous.
I was with Iman when Hugh died.
But you weren't,
'cause your numbers and Iman's numbers were exactly the same...
I mean, exactly, and that's just not possible,
not even for a perfectionist.
Unless Iman had your computer with him.
- ROGER: Hey, you're keeping up. - IMAN: I am, brother.
- ROGER: You right? - Yeah, just a bit of skin.
- ROGER: Yeah, you'll be right. - It's all right.
ROGER: See you back down there.
Come on, Hughie!
You can't prove any of this.
You weren't down there looking for this, were you?
Hugh's water bottle.
I bet you a new pair of socks
that toxicology is gonna find monkshood on the inside
and your fingerprints on the outside.
- OFFICER: Police! - Alexa...
Police, don't move! Show me your hands.
Cuff him.
We found Iman.
He was getting on a plane to Malaysia.
He's fine.
Told you he'd show up.
- MADISON: Cheers! - KIERAN: Cheers.
This is a good team.
That's clear. You know what?
Maybe even a great team, although it's early days.
- I don't know about that. - Sure we are.
Outwit, outplay, out... What was the third one?
Something's wrong with my olive bread.
Ah, one person didn't like the bread.
One.
So fix the olive bread.
I don't think it's the salt. I think it's something else.
You'll work it out. Do you want me to try some?
You don't know anything about bread.
- I like toast. - [ Cellphone chimes ]
My shout. Three more, please.
Nah, I'm out.
Well, one more. We're the three amigos.
I don't do teams.
Well, that's a cover.
She does teams. That's why we're here.
She likes you. That's enough.
It's outlast.
Oh. Madison.
George.
- This yours? - Certainly is.
So you really work with them, huh?
- Yeah. - You must be the brains.
[ Up-tempo funk music plays ]
♪ Sweet talker, sweetheart of mine ♪
♪ Not the same man I knew ♪
♪ Coming in so late at night, and you know that ain't right ♪
♪ What the hell's gotten into you? ♪
- Hi, Dan. - Hey.
I was hoping you'd call.
Did you bring your Lycra?
Put it on.
[ Meows ]