(FUNK MUSIC)
- (HUMS SOFTLY)
Hi.
(TUI CHIRPS)
(GASPS SOFTLY)
(HUFFS)
(GASPS)
(GROOVY MUSIC)
What? - Oh, morena to you too. - (EXHALES FORCEFULLY)
- You remember the storm we had a few weeks back ―
cut half the power in Auckland, flooded the streets?
- Oh yeah, guy was killed by lightning in his own back yard. - Yeah. That's the one.
- Eh? - Richie Garth ― childcare worker, nanny.
Actually, a 'manny'.
For some reason, Richie went out into the storm.
- Bam. Struck by lightning. - Yeah, that's the coroner's conclusion.
- So what are you gonna do, arrest God? - Hilarious (!)
He was found the next morning by Chase, the kid he looks after.
Chase called 111, and then he called his folks.
They spent the night at a five-star hotel celebrating the mum's birthday.
Shaan and Toby Dunlee. When we attended,
Shaan was more concerned a man had died in her landscape garden than the fact that a man had died.
Do you know the chances of getting struck by lightning in your lifetime?
- More than getting eaten by a shark; less than you admitting you're wrong.
- Well, I'm not wrong. And it's one in 500,000.
- All right. Anyone on your radar? - Richie worked for a few families at Roderick Junior School.
The parents we talked to were pretty keen to gossip and run each other down.
- Oh, I dunno. Still seems like poor old Richie beat the odds.
- Well, then, you should check out his shoes.
White sneakers, mint condition.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
- Despite the fact that he has exit burns on his feet? - Uh-huh.
- Why didn't you lead with this?
- Someone put the shoes on Richie after he died ― no idea why.
- Well, I think God is off the hook.
(FUNK MUSIC)
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- So, Richie Garth ―
family in Christchurch, loads of friends up here,
most of whom work for families at the Roderick Junior School.
No girlfriend or boyfriend to speak of.
- Wow ― the IT department this school has. I wanna go there myself.
Oh, on second thought, I'm intimidated just looking at these 10-year-olds. Look at that.
- Click there. Friends of Roderick Junior School.
- READS: 'President of FORJS Shaan Dunlee
'welcomes you to join and support our school.' - Mm-hm.
That's Richie's employer.
Had him replaced with another nanny before he was even in the ground.
- What are you looking for? Fleas?!
- (SCOFFS) Hush your mouth. My cat does not have fleas.
Oh, 3 o'clock. All right, I'll catch you later.
I wanna see this alpha mum in her natural habitat.
- You're gonna hang around a primary school?
Expect some strange looks.
- You say that like I don't have a plan, Madison.
(BELL RINGS, CHILDREN CLAMOUR)
(CAR BEEPS)
Hey, Beth.
- I've always wanted to go back to school.
- Yeah? (CHUCKLES)
Well, would you look at that ―
parents on one side,
nannies on the other.
- OK, so one question ― if I'm going undercover, won't I need a kid?
- Auntie Alexa.
- Olive Crowe.
What are you doing here?
Now, this, Beth, this is my very
smart-aleck niece, Olive Crowe.
- Oh. Hi!
Alexa, did you make your niece enrol so that we could go undercover?
- No. I recognised the name of the school the second that Harry said it.
- Olive. Well, today is your lucky day, mate. Come on, show me around.
- Go on. Go with the strange lady, go.
- Classroom's this way.
- WOMAN: All I'm saying is giving out just one prize, that's not fair.
- There literally can only be one first place, Gilda.
- And when the same kid wins every time, Shaan, the others get upset.
Let's just give every kid a medal.
- Then where is the incentive? If there's no winner, then there is no point.
- (CHUCKLES) Too right. I mean, this 'giving kids prizes for getting up in the morning', it's bonkers.
- Thank you. - Mm. - Whoever you are.
- Oh. Alexa Crowe, auntie of Olive Crowe.
- Ohh.
We don't get to see much of Olive's mum, Kim, which is a shame. - Mm, yeah.
- And then her father...
- My brother, Will.
- Well. It is lovely that she has you.
- Thank you. - Mm.
- Hey, um, are the Friends of Roderick Junior School going to do anything for Richie Garth?
- How do you mean? - You know, a fundraiser or a memorial.
I hear he was a big part of school life.
- He― He nannied for several families, yeah.
But we're not in the habit of― of dwelling on things, so... - Oh. Yeah, fair enough.
- Excuse me. - OK.
- It is a nice idea. She's just upset she didn't think of it. - Thanks.
- I'm Gilda, by the way. (CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
- I've not seen you round.
- I'm Beth. Just started with little Olive's family.
- Well, I'm Parker. I'm with the Dunlees.
- Um, did you know, um... Richie?
He was a friend of a friend's. So sad what happened to him.
- Yeah, he was amazing. Big shoes to fill.
I replaced him ― with the Dunlees.
- Oh. And did they love him?
- Everyone loved him. Every family, every kid wanted Richie the manny.
- Surely he had some enemies. I mean, we're all the villain in someone's story, right?
- I love that.
I don't know ― Gilda, maybe?
Gilda wasn't the biggest Richie fan. - Gilda?
- You will hear her coming before you see her.
She is something.
- But what would've Gilda had against Richie?
(THUMP!) - BOY: Ow!
- Chase, are you all right, buddy?
I'll, uh, catch you round, eh? - OK. Bye.
(GENTLE CURIOUS MUSIC)
(BUZZ!)
- Hello again, Olive Crowe's aunt. - Hi, Shaan.
I believe this belongs to you. - Oh my gosh.
- I found it on the ground outside the school.
- Thank you, Alexa.
Uh, would you like to come in for a vino?
- A sparkling water would be nice. - Come on in.
- My husband, Toby.
This is Alexa Crowe, little Olive Crowe's aunt.
- Hi. - Oh, right. Oh, gidday, Alexa. (CHUCKLES WEAKLY)
- Please excuse the mess. I'm designing a flyer for the degustation fundraiser.
In fact, how would you like to sponsor a food truck?
- Actually, I'd like to ask you a couple of questions about Richie Garth?
- Oh, and why is that?
- I'm a consultant, so I'm just ticking a few final boxes for the police.
- Well, what more do they need to know? It was bloody traumatic.
- It's fine, Toby.
I knew that turning 40 was gonna be horrific,
but I didn't know it would be as if my entire birthday was cursed. - Well, that doesn't sound good.
- (SIGHS) No, so, we had booked this gorgeous lunch on Waiheke,
but there was the storm, and all of the ferries were cancelled.
- I mean, we saw that one coming. They'd been talking up the storm for days on the news,
so I (INHALES DEEPLY) booked a cocktail thing at the Densham.
- So, the next thing, we were having breakfast in bed in the penthouse suite,
and then we got a call from Chase.
- Yeah. Poor kid had woken up and found Richie lying out in the rain. - Hmm.
- Actually... do you mind if I take a look at the spot where Richie was found?
- So it's just, um... just here, yeah. - Right.
What was Richie like?
- Uh, yeah, he was a really good bloke. - Mm-hm.
- He was great with Chase. - Yeah.
And having a male nanny in the house, people didn't give you, you know, a bit of trouble about that?
- Some of the other dads, yeah, but, I dunno, says more about them, I reckon.
- Ooh.
(SOFT INTRIGUING MUSIC)
- You all right there?
- Yes. This must be lovely on a wintry night.
- Yeah. It's good for the old back after a long day at work. (CHUCKLES)
- Uh, Tobes, it's time to go.
We have a networking evening. - (GROANS)
- Don't you roll your eyes. It's important.
- Well, thank you so much for showing me around.
- Yeah. - Yeah. Anything to move on. Still waiting for my life to begin at 40.
(FUNK MUSIC)
- Hey, Shaan and Toby Dunlee have got a doorbell cam. Can you get the footage of that?
- Yeah, those things send footage straight to a connected phone app ―
easy to intercept, so consider it done.
- Madison, you're a bloody genius.
- What are these?
READS: Wanted for home invasion, assault, theft.
- He's been falsely accused.
READS: This cat is entering our home, attacking our cat and stealing our socks and underwear.
- That is absolute fiction.
I've examined him, and there is no evidence of a fight.
- I did find that random sock in my washing pile the other day.
- Well, every home has random socks, Madison. (DOOR SHUTS)
Oh, good. Here's Harry. - Kia ora. As requested ―
the clothes Richie was wearing the night of. - HISSES: Yes!
- Don't take them out of the bags. They can't be contaminated.
- Oh, really (?) I was gonna put 'em on and wriggle around in them. - All right, all right.
- OK.
Any, um...
Any undies in here? - You're holding them.
- These, my friend, are not undies. - No, they're not. They're bathers.
- Or as we call them here in Aotearoa ― togs.
Now, Madison, do you ever wear togs as undies? - Uh, only if I'm at the beach.
- Harry? - If I get behind in the washing.
- Ugh. (CHUCKLES)
Now, listen ― the fact is most lightning victims are thrown a few feet by the jolt.
They don't just crumple where they're standing.
But Richie was bang-smack in the middle of the garden.
So what was he doing? Where was he when the lightning struck? - Looking at something on the fence.
- No, I paced it out. There was nothing there. - OK, so far, so tenuous.
- We already know that it was weird he was wearing these when he was found,
given that they're not all melted to hell. - Yeah, like the victim's feet.
- Someone put Richie's shoes on him. We've established that.
- More. Someone put all of Richie's clothes back on.
Because what was he wearing when he was found? - His bathers.
- This wasn't a lightning strike.
This was death by hot tub.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- Can I help you?
- Oh, you're home. - Not for long. I'm about to head back to work.
- Super. I just wanna ask you a couple of questions about the hot tub.
- Yeah, sure thing. Come on in. - OK. So...
Was it running the night of the big storm?
- Uh, hasn't worked for a while, actually. - Oh, really?
Well, I'd like to get someone to look at that ― an electrician.
- Why? Wh-What's my hot tub got to do with anything?
- Did Richie hot tub often? - How would I know? I'm hardly ever here.
- So the night he died, you and Shaan were at the Densham Hotel
and you partied in the cocktail bar, and then about midnight,
you retired to the penthouse suite, and you stayed there all night, right?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Oh, no, actually, I, um...
I did duck out to the hotel gym ― just a quick blat on the treadmill.
- After a night of drinking? - Well, I didn't drink that much.
It's a five-star hotel ― gotta make the most of the facilities. - Yeah, right.
So do you need your room key to get in the hotel gym? - Yeah, 'course.
(EXHALES) Why are y―?
Do you think I came back here and did something to Richie? - Somebody did.
- I thought it was a lightning strike.
- While you were in the gym, your wife was in the room, right?
- Shaan. Of course she was―
(SIGHS) Come on, you can't be suggesting that my wife hurtanybody (STUTTERS) or―
- I'm just trying to keep an open mind, Toby.
- Well, keep an open mind to this ― Gilda Garrison.
If anybody had it in for Richie, she did.
- Why do you say that? - He used to work for her,
but Shaan made him an offer he couldn't refuse. - Ohh. Shaan poached him.
- Let's put it this way ― if Gilda were a nicer person, she could hold on to her staff.
- Parker added me to the nannies' WhatsApp group chat, and that is where all the gossip is.
- Well, how much of that gossip is about Gilda Garrison?
- Well, chats from the night of were the first thing I looked at.
There was a sweepstake about who would be home latest from Shaan's 40th, and it was Gilda.
Parker was still babysitting till 3am.
- How come Gilda's name just keeps on coming up?
- Is someone gonna take me to school?
- Hey! Beth, get on it. - Oh, oh. Sorry.
- If you wanna be poached, you've got to be exceptional.
- Wait, I wanna be poached? - Sure. We need someone to get closer to Gilda Garrison.
She hated Richie. Question is ― how much?
Spit-spot. Go!
(FUNK MUSIC)
- OLIVE: Oh, Beth. You're the best nanny in the whole world. - Oh, stop it.
But, hey, what do you want for dinner tonight?
Oh, another three-course meal for the whole family? - Again? Yeah!
- Aww. Come here.
Have a good day, OK? - OK.
- Yoo-hoo. Hi. - Hi.
- Hi. I'm Gilda. What was your name? - Hi. I'm Beth. Nice to meet you.
- Whatever Kim Hutchley is paying you, I'll double it.
You don't wanna work for them. Kim's a gold digger,
and the little stepchild doesn't really fit in here. (CHUCKLES) - Oh.
- Oh, morning, Ros, Justine.
Why don't you come by my place for an interview this afternoon?
4 o'clock. Don't be late.
Lack of punctuality is a deal-breaker for me. (LAUGHS)
- The woman is a bulldozer in heels. - Super. Check this out.
READS: 'A hot tub can be lethal if there's no ground fault circuit interrupter
'or if the breaker isn't right for the wiring used.'
So somebody would just have to swap out the breaker.
- And that somebody would need to have electrical knowledge, right?
- Find out if Gilda has any work like that in her background
or if she has a link to anybody who does. - Copy that.
- I'm not used to making after-school snacks.
Rice is good for a couple of days, yes?
(SNIFFS) They can have that. - Oh, no, no, no. You don't wanna give your kids two-day-old rice.
- You're hired.
(LAUGHS) Seriously. You can see why I need you.
- Um... cos you and your husband both work?
- No, he's long gone ― he and the bitch who did his books.
Did him behind the desk, more like.
- What kind of business was he in? - Electrician.
(CHUCKLES) I know what you're thinking ― what was a woman like Gilda doing with a tradie?
He was the company director when I met him. He wasn't hands-on.
- But you never worked with him yourself, before the woman who― - God, no.
No, I was a flight attendant. - Oh.
- Anyway, (CHUCKLES) I'm desperate.
For a nanny.
- What happened to your last one? - Parker. (GROANS) Not the brightest spoon in the dishwasher.
Shaan stole her from me. - Oh. That's terrible.
- Oh, Shaan Dunlee has form. Would you like to meet the boys now? - Oh, no, I've―
- Jonty! Pablo!
Probably on their video games. (CELL PHONE CHIMES)
- Um, the thing is, is that I'm not actually a qualified professional.
Are you OK?
- Look, I'm not gonna hire anyone without a... trial, so...
let's do that now. - Oh, wait. Um―
No, you can't le― You can't leave me here. (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
- Alexa, what are you doing here?
- I'm just checking out some breakers and some GFCFIs ―
that's sparkie talk for something. - Right.
- What about you? - Shaan Dunlee called.
She wants to revise her official statement. - Really? Why?
- Because she thinks she's being investigated for Richie's death.
I'm assuming you've been as subtle as always. (DOOR OPENS)
- Yeah.
- Shaan. Hi. Detective Henare. We met when― - I know who you are, Detective.
I didn't know that you'd be bringingher.
- Oh, well, to be fair, he didn't.
- This woman is casting aspersions on my family, on me.
- I'm just asking questions, Shaan. - I don't want her here.
- All right. OK. I'll come back later. - No, you won't.
- CHEERFULLY: Laters. - (CLEARS THROAT) - Why is this happening to me?
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
- Hey. - BETH ON PHONE: She left me here.
Gilda bailed and left me here babysitting.
Gilda got a text message, she freaked out and then ran.
- What was in the text message? - Well, she didn't really wanna show me;
she was too busy sprinting for the door.
(TYRES SQUEAL, ENGINE ROARS)
(SMASH!) - Alexa? - Hang on a sec.
(WOMAN GASPS, EXCLAIMS)
- Gilda, you tried to kill me!
- Are you OK?! (GASPS)
(EXCLAIMS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)
- (SIGHS)
Hey. Beth said Gilda's still at the police station. - (SIGHS)
Yeah. She says that she was aiming for Shaan.
Well, she wasn't trying to kill her ― she just wanted to make a dramatic entrance.
- Well, she did that all right. - Mm.
- Is Harry gonna be OK, Alexa? - Hey, did Beth say what that text was to Gilda?
Had to be something to do with Shaan, right?
- Alexa, let's― let's go inside, find a nurse, find out what's happening.
- OK, you do that. I've got some stuff to do.
- What stuff, Alexa?
I've been looking at the door cam footage, all right?
Get this ― at 4pm, Gilda knocks on Richie's door. He lets her in.
She's carrying this big basket of flowers or something. 20 minutes later, she leaves.
- Look, Alexa, we can look at this― - Uh-bup-bup-bup.
At half past midnight, the storm is in full force,
and then here comes somebody wearing a raincoat. OK?
You cannot see their face, but wait for it ―
knock, knock, knock. Nobody answers, cos Richie's already dead.
- Alexa, we are not doing this now. We are taking a break, and we're checking on our friend.
- Well, he doesn't need us both to do that, does he?
So I'm gonna go home, and I'm gonna chuck this footage up on the big screen,
and I'm gonna try to get a better image of whoever's inside that raincoat.
- (SIGHS DEEPLY)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(HAUNTING MUSIC)
(FUNK MUSIC)
- I've been charged with dangerous driving.
I didn't try to hurt that detective. I didn't mean to hurt anyone, not even Shaan.
- What did that text say, Gilda ― the one that made you so angry that you drove at my friend?
- (SNIFFLES) Someone sent me a screenshot,
a text Shaan had sent everyone saying that I killed Richie.
- Now, why would Shaan say a thing like that?
- (EXHALES SHARPLY) I'm not a natural mother.
It doesn't come easy to me. And Richie was so, so good to my children,
and he helped us get through after my husband left.
And then Shaan took him from me. She didn't need him like I did.
And then to hear that she was saying those things,
I just― I wanted to tell her what I thought of her. That is all.
- Gilda,
on the night he died,
Parker said that she was babysitting at your place till 3am while you were at the 40th.
But according to Shaan, you weren't there.
- (HUFFS)
Oh, but I was.
It's just that nobody saw me.
- All right. OK, walk me through your movements.
You went over to the Dunlees' house about 4 that afternoon.
- To surprise Shaan ― rose petals on her bed.
I knew that she was upset about turning 40,
so I thought a little bit of romance to come home to after Waiheke with Toby.
Then I heard that they didn't go to lunch.
Richie said that Toby had taken her to the Densham Hotel.
- And so? - I went home for a bit.
Then I thought I'd drop by the hotel and surprise them with a bottle of champagne.
But when I arrived,
I saw that it wasn't just the two of them.
I was the only one not invited.
- The 13th fairy.
She was so angry that the king and queen didn't invite her to the party for the princess
that she decided to punish them by putting the princess to sleep for 100 years.
- I picked up a bottle of Chardonnay. I told Parker she could have the rest of the nightoff,
and then I sat by myself and drank a lot.
- So why did she say she was babysitting till 3?
- Well, the wine didn't even touch the sides,
so when I heard her in the kitchen, I told her I was going back to the party.
- And where did you go? - A bar.
And then a three-star hotel.
(SOFT INTRIGUING MUSIC)
- OK, that's 2am. Now, can you fast forward it?
SIGHS: Oh.
Well, that eliminates Gilda.
But somebody went to the Dunlees' house that night.
- Alexa, aren't― (SIGHS) Are you going to see Harry at all?
- Look, go through that doorbell footage again, OK?
Make sure there's nothing we missed.
(INTRIGUING BLUESY MUSIC)
(KNOCKING ON WINDOW) - Shoot!
- Sorry to disturb. - Alexa, right? Olive's aunt. - Mm-hm.
- Everyone's out and I can't stop because it's due tomorrow.
- Oh, they left you to do the school project.
- Look, I'm not sure that you should be here when Shaan and Toby are out.
- It's fine. This won't take long. I just came to ask you a question, actually.
How often did you and Richie hot tub together?
You know, it hasn't worked since the night of the storm.
But this...
places you in it before you worked here, before Richie died.
- It was just a casual thing, just a booty call thing. Wasn't serious or anything.
- Is that right? So you'd just pop over to take a dip with Richie in his boss' hot tub from timeto time.
- Richie said Shaan always told him to help himself.
And, yes, it's a perk of the job.
- All right. Now, think carefully.
Did you come here the night of the storm, the night Richie died?
- No.
- The doorbell cam says otherwise, Parker.
And I know that Gilda let you go.
What happened?
- OK. Gilda got home early,...
and she was hitting the bottle and thumping around, talking to herself.
So I decided to get out of there for a bit and go and see Richie.
But he didn't answer the door.
And I knew he was there, cos he was looking after Chase, so...
I went through the side gate.
- And then what happened?
- EMOTIONALLY: And then I saw him lying there.
And he wasn't breathing.
- You didn't call an ambulance. You didn't call the police.
- No, and I hate myself for it, OK?
Well, I mean...
he was already...
He was dead. There was nothing that I could do.
- So you just left him there.
- I was just scared. - Scared of what?
If you didn't do anything to Richie...
- My working visa's up,
and I thought that if I had to talk to the police that they would kick me out of the country
and send me home, and I can't go home.
- READS: 'O'Hora Homestead in Carlingford, County Louth,
'burned to the ground on Tuesday afternoon.
'Home to the wealthy O'Hora family for over six generations,
'the homestead was destroyed, devastating the family.
'The fire department reports a hair iron had been left on by a staff member of the O'Hora family.
'Neighbours say the staff member was an au pair
'who was on an outing with the children when the fire occurred.'
- Nice one, Parker (!)
- I mean, what if Richie found out about Parker's fake CV, and she wanted to shut him up?
- Really? You think a girl who can't even operate a hair iron
knows how to tamper with the electronics of a hot tub? - True. (SIGHS)
She can whip together a pretty mean papier mache mask, though.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
- Oh, hi, Miss Norris. I'm Olive Crowe's auntie.
She's in your class. - Hi.
- Yeah, I was just looking to see if her name was on any of these trophies,
but (HUFFS) I guess she hasn't been here long enough, right?
You know, Chase Dunlee's name is on a lot of these prizes.
Doesn't seem fair, really, does it, considering his nanny does all the work.
Come on, Miss Norris.
You feel exactly the same as I do about it. It's absolute crap.
How come no one's ever said anything?
- Nobody wants to upset Shaan.
- But somebody did.
Richie, right?
(FUNK MUSIC)
- Gidday, Alexa.
- (CLICKS FINGERS) They let you out. - They did. So I thought I'd come and see how the case wasgoing.
I mean, it must be keeping you really busy ― too busy to come and see how anyone is.
- Oh, come on. A couple of broken ribs, a superficial head laceration ― I've been keepingup.
So what happened ― you forget your training to, you know, stay alert?
- I was paying attention. That's how I knew the car was coming for Shaan, and, you know, savedher life.
Some people would call that heroic. - Yeah, some people would call that attention-seeking.
- Gilda sent him a roomful of apology flowers. - Mm.
- And asked how much of a donation to the police would make the dangerous driving charges go away.
- Ugh, some people. They think they can throw money at every problem. - Mm.
Shaan also sent him flowers ― 'thank you for saving my life' ones. - She did.
- Oh my.
Ain't she's sweet (?)
You know, her child is the captain of the rugby team, but he can hardly catch a ball.
She pays for him to be best at everything, and you know who had a problem with that?
- Richie. - Richie.
Because before Parker, he was the one who helped the kid do all the homework.
So when Chase kept coming first at everything, Richie knows it's wrong.
He goes to Miss Norris, the teacher, she goes the principal, and the whole thing is shut down.
Nothing happens. - So you got nothing to go on.
- Hm. Unless Madison can get into the Dunlees' finances, find out how much and when they're donating,
link it to prizes, sports awards, that kind of thing. - Sure thing.
- Hang on ― so you've circled back to Shaan. - Well, the lady's got a motive.
I just don't know how somebody as small as she is could move a body in the rain.
- Wheelbarrow.
- Oh, you're kidding. - Nah, I don't joke any more (!)
Laughing hurts my ribs.
(FUNK MUSIC)
- I thought I might see you at the gate at school pick-up.
- No, I avoid the area now that I'm a bit of a pariah.
- Pariah? Will Crowe? - Mm.
- Thought those yummy mummies would be all over ya.
- Well, they were, till school quiz night.
I invited you to come, actually. Left a message on your phone.
You would've been great with all that useless trivia you know. - Yes, I would.
- Shame you didn't get the message. - Oh, I got the message.
- Oh, you didn't wanna come. Well, neither did I, but all the mummies insisted.
There was even a bit of biffo about whose team I'd be on.
- You always were the most popular kid in school ― just not any more. What did you do?
Did you lose the bonus round? Did you steal the prize money?
- No, there was no prize money. It was a fundraiser.
I didn't steal anything ― except maybe Miss Norris' heart.
- Wait, Miss Norris? The teacher? - Yeah.
- The one that wouldn't say boo to a mouse?
- Yeah, it's always the quiet ones, eh? - Ooh. Ew, Will.
- Well, in my defence, she agreed. It wasn't supposed to lead anywhere.
Just a little bit of slap and tickle after school quiz night. - (HUFFS)
But your daughter's teacher. - Yeah, anyway, she got a bit attached.
A few tears in the staff room. And all the mums turned on me.
- Well, that'll larn ya. - Yeah, they banded together. It was brutal, merciless.
Thanks, mate.
Turns out the PTA mums move in a pack. - Yeah, they do, don't they?
- Yeah. So anyway, school gate's a bit of a no go for me.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
- Ladies.
We just need the furniture closer together, OK? We want it to be cosy.
Have you come to help us set up for the platter and natter evening? - Oh gosh, no.
But you don't seem to need my help. You've got a whole gaggle of acolytes ready to do what youwant.
- (SIGHS) So you're just here to ask more silly questions. - CHUCKLES: Yes.
Yeah. First prize to you, Shaan Dunlee, which is kind of amazing,
because usually it's your boy who wins all the prizes.
- He's a very hard worker, yes.
His father and I encourage that. - You want the best for your son.
But how far would you go to get it? That's my question.
- I've got 40 ticket-holders about to arrive any minute,
so if you wouldn't mind― - Richie didn't approve of helping your son cheat.
- (SIGHS) - He told you that.
- Have you never helped a child with their homework?
- There's a difference between helping them and doing it for them.
And as for keeping the donations flowing so that the school would turn a blind eye,
now, you know it, Richie knew it, but what about that pack of lapdog mums over there?
WHISPERS: Social death.
- OK. You need to back off or you'll regret it.
- School bullies never scared me, Shaan. - Hm.
Well, that sounds like a challenge.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
- Hey, did you get through Shaan's financials?
- She has her own account. She makes regular donations, yes.
She pays for sports equipment... - Uh-huh.
- ...a new sound system for the gym last year.
- Oi!
Shaan just fired me. - Hang on a sec.
- She said it was about a missing sculpture, but I didn't steal anything.
Did you tell her anything I said? - I'll call you back, all right?
No, nothing.
- One minute I'm the best nanny since Richie, and the next I'm gone.
- Olive?
Where are you?
Caw-caw.
- QUIETLY: Caw-caw.
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
- Should I ask or do you want Auntie to mind her own business?
- Chase said he's not allowed to play with me any more cos my dad's a criminal.
- (SIGHS) Well, your― your dad is a criminal. Was.
- And then he said his mum was gonna call the police
cos I was scamming people with my fake chocolate fundraiser.
- That was a fake?
- I used my lunch money to buy a box, and then doubled the price and sold them.
- Wow.
- Chase is being so mean. And everyone takes his side.
They all hate me.
- (SIGHS)
- Well, hmm.
- (SNIFFLES)
- You know, I could go out there and, like, menace a few 10-year-olds, which I'm totally prepared to do,
or...
you could go out there and turn it around and try come out on top.
- I just... I don't know if I can.
- 'Course you can. You're a Crowe. Caw-caw!
- BOTH: Doncha know. - Caw-caw! - Caw-caw!
(BLUESY MUSIC)
- She fires Parker and starts a campaign against a 10-year-old. - I still cannot deal with that.
- And for what, to prove a point?
What else is Shaan Dunlee capable of, huh?
- If she's mean to Olive again, I'm worried what I'll be capable of.
- Well, she never grew out of mean-girl mode.
- Alexa, you know how I mentioned Shaan's personal bank account? - Mm.
Oh, the one where the outrageously generous donations come from.
- Well, Toby keeps it topped up with a regular transfer from his account,
but I just checked that, and it's in the red.
Look ― he's got maxed-out credit cards and seems to just be moving money from account to account.
- Well, where does his income go? - That's the thing ―
I can't find any income.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
- Bye. - Bye. - Mwah.
And don't forget the thing tonight.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC CONTINUES)
(LOCK BEEP)
- Thank you so much.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Yeah. Hello.
- Hey, I've got the access info from the Densham Hotel the night of.
- I'm here right now.
- So, Toby's room card was used to enter just before 11.
- Really? - So Toby was at the gym, like you said.
Are we back to the drawing board?
- Nah.
I think I know exactly what happened.
- Gidday, Toby.
- Jeez, where did you come from?
Just, uh, taking some time out.
- Time out's good. - Yeah.
- 'Course, 18 months of time out is a bit over the top, isn't it?
What was it, Toby?
Redundancy?
Cost-cutting?
(DUCKS QUACK)
- Management were top-heavy.
Why keep me when they could hire a 25-year-old for a quarter of the salary, right?
- Right.
- You won't tell my wife, will you? - About pretending to go to work for a year and a half,
or about killing Richie?
- (CHUCKLES) You still on about that?
It was lightning. The idiot went out in a storm. - Right, yeah. That's your story.
You wanna hear my version?
It starts with a man who lost his job but didn't wanna tell anyone about it.
You must be on a first-name basis with these ducks by now.
- I've been taking meetings, applying for positions; something will come along.
- Yeah, the bills will come along.
I mean, your wife ― she sure can spread it around, eh?
- It's donations. She's generous, all right? - Right.
Donations, bribes.
Something had to give, and that something was Richie's wages.
He was expensive, so you stopped paying.
He came to you, and he asked about it politely, and you kept fudging, lying.
So after a couple of weeks, Richie went to find you at work,
and that's how he learned your secret.
And now your manny's got you over a barrel.
Then you promise him that you'll find the wages, but, of course, it's not about the money for Richie, is it?
He wants you to tell your wife the truth.
He feels like she deserves the truth.
I mean, he's only trying to help, but, God, that made you angry.
You had to watch this moralistic upstart raising your kid,
cooking for your wife, drinking your beer, relaxing in your hot tub,
and you wished he'd drown in the bloody thing.
And then you came up with a bright idea.
- I didn't have a problem with Richie.
Other blokes might. I'm― I'm more secure than that.
- Real secure (!)
You couldn't even tell your wife that you'd lost your job, but Richie was going to, if youwouldn't.
And when you heard that there was a massive electrical storm coming that night,
you thought it was a literal gift from God.
You and Shaan went to the hotel for the night.
You knew that Richie would have his usual soak in the spa once Chase was asleep,
so you wired the spa to electrocute him the moment he turned it on.
You and Shaan were at the hotel when he died.
You waited until it was late enough, slipped home, and there he was.
Now you just had to put his clothes back on,
drag him away from the pool, and everyone would blame God.
- I was at the Densham Hotel with my wife all night.
- Except for when you were in the gym. - Yep.
Smashed out 5 K on the treadmill.
- You definitely went past the gym door, waved your hotel card at it
so that it would register that you'd been there, but you didn't go in.
If you had, you would know that the gym was under a metre of water.
There was a huge flood from the storm.
In fact, they still haven't quite finished the repairs.
And yet there you were on a treadmill in the floodwater.
That's a bit dangerous.
- Do you know how hard it is to have to pay someone...
to be a dad to your own kid?
Even now, Chase isn't interested in me.
- You set it up so that Chase would find Richie's body in the morning. - No.
- You left your own son sleeping alone in a house while his caregiver was dead in the garden.
- I didn't mean for that to happen.
Richie usually brought Parker over when we were out, and I thought she'd find him.
I thought I was gonna lose everything.
Do you know what that's like?
(VEHICLE APPROACHES)
(HANDBRAKE CREAKS, ENGINE STOPS, DOOR OPENS)
(BLUESY MUSIC)
- Back at work so soon, Harry. - Like you'd be any different. - (CHUCKLES)
- Hey, did you forget something? - I very much doubt it.
- Did you forget to say something to me?
- Harry, I am glad you're OK, and you really scared me.
- Oh, thanks.
But I meant, 'You were right, Harry. It wasn't lightning, Harry,' but I'll take the otherthing.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Faster. Faster! - Faster! - (CHUCKLES)
Guess what.
- What? - I got a prize at school.
- What for? - Service and entrepreneurship.
- My chocolate fundraiser that I did of my own initiative.
I raised $92 for the school.
- Well-played, Olive Crowe, well-played.
And what's equally awesome is that those people who were accusing my cat, they've backedoff.
- They have. - Yeah, they were wrong, they said. Different cat, they said.
And I never doubted you (COOS) for a moment. Such a good boy, aren't you? Oh, yes, you are.
- It was definitely Chowder. - It was.
But I bribed the other cat owner with a box of your chocolate bars
and a microchipped cat door. - Genius.
- Oh, I know. (CHUCKLES)
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
- Where'd that come from?
(GASPS) Chowder.
Where did that come from?
- (MIAOWS) - Well...
if you don't tell... (WHISPERS) I won't tell.
You're still the best boy. - (PURRS)
- Madison, can you contain yourself?
- Goody bags, designer clothing, free drinks...
- I am ready to― - No, no, no.
- Oh. - Sorry.
- You think I killed her, don't you?
- Supermodel? Why didn't you invite me along?
- Let's go visit your murderer.
- She was in danger. - Yeah, from you.
- Y-You were on my bedroom wall. - If only those walls could talk.
- Are you poverty shaming me?
- Oh! Definitely not the bathroom.
- Alexa, you were investigating my sister.