Hey, guys, if you're not in the finale,
then you do not need to be here now.
Go without it. Go, go.
Hang on, hang on, hang on.
Put that hem. I need a steamer for that hem.
There's no way you're going out there with that hem the way it is.
That one's being temperamental.
It's alright. We've got it under control.
Take this steamer, please.
Yeah, can we get a steamer that works, please?
- Thank you. - Thank you.
- Where is she? - She's in with hair.
- Just calm down. - Aah! Don't touch me!
Alright. I'll just go and check on the steamer.
OK, beautiful, perfect.
Don't fuss with it, just let it lay, OK?
Tess. Fierce! OK.
You walk on the catwalk like that and I'll stab you!
Fantastic job.
- I hate him. - Get in line.
We really need to get Rachel to the stage pronto.
- Can you get on to that, please? - Where's Rachel?
Just seconds away.
- Gabi! - Yes, yes?
What in God's name are they doing with her?
It's alright. I will go and get her myself, alright?
Just stay put. Breathe.
So, you don't know where she is?
Can somebody please... Oh, Rachel, thank God.
- I'm sorry, Jonah. - Don't speak.
Let's just get out there.
Good?
Aah! Oh!
- You OK, babe? - My heel!
- Jonah, my heel! - Where are your backups?
Can we get backups for the finale?
Backups for the finale to side of stage.
That's you.
Aah!
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So all our offices,
design rooms and stock are upstairs,
and then this room we rent out to other designers for their shows.
In fact, there's supposed to be someone coming in later in the week to...?
Who on earth are they?
They are the cleaners.
Someone had a crack at the victim's prize Jag two days ago.
Spray paint and a crowbar, so...
it looked like he was in someone's sights.
- Any idea who? - It could have been anyone.
Last year, Jonah mouthed off to the press
about some poor kid launching autumn collection.
It ruined sales so much, she went bankrupt. We're talking to her.
What about that designer he accused of plagiarism?
It was in the papers. Threw a brick through Jonah's window.
Alibi.
Nice business, isn't it?
Well, if you believe the press, everyone hated his guts,
but his staff say he was a real pussycat.
What? An actual pussycat? Isn't that amazing.
What about his assistant, the one that called us in?
She seems gutted, but she knows why people can't stand the guy.
Said Jonah liked to polarise.
Who does your suits, Pete? Mr Fish?
I have a man in Hong Kong.
Do you? Really? Oh. I'm very happy for you.
Well, not all of us can look good in a powder blue jumpsuit, Charlie.
Thanks, Pete. You know, this is spandex.
A man with a thousand enemies. Where do you start?
Uh, it's...
I'm waiting to talk to a Rachel Glass.
She's his main model. Been the face of the label for years.
Rachel conveniently had her heel fall off
seconds before the mirror came down on Jonah,
so she was out of harm's way.
If Rachel was Jonah's muse, why would she want him dead?
Well, she'd been on notice.
She racked up a few too many K's in the last month, apparently.
- Kilometres. - That's ridiculous.
I've seen her, she's a rake.
Hey, she looks great to me too,
but the weekly mags did run shots of her bingo wings.
Tuckshop arms.
You know, 'Hello Helen'.
[confused shouting]
Oh, it's nobody.
You don't want fame.
Fame's rotten, it will kill ya.
Rachel Glass, Detective Peter Vinetti.
Just wanted to ask you a few questions, please?
Rachel... Rachel, how you feeling?
- Any comments? - There's Rachel.
Yeah, hardly the Michelin Man.
Jonah was a genius. He...
Rachel, what happens now?
- Can you give us any more... - Back off!
People, people!
Can't you see she's grieving?
Can't you?
You do yourselves and your profession a dishonour.
Yes, that's right. Go.
Go from this place and look within your heart.
And I hope to God
you find the shred of decency that I, I pray hangs there.
- Uh, sweetie? - Yeah?
I think someone's just confessed.
Oh.
And in the name of humanity
and every other helpless animal exploited
by Jonah Elroy and all the other murderers
in the Australian fashion industry.
There will be more deaths.
As long as designers continue to massacre
in the name of so-called fashion,
we here at Friends Not Fur
will make sure that these
abusers and violators...
meet similar ends.
Well, mystery solved.
If it sounds like war, it is.
- Sorry. - Oh.
- Are you OK? - Yep.
Oh, God.
I'm giving myself blisters from these paper towels.
I think I've gone through every tissue in the office.
- Here, here, have one of these. - Oh, thanks.
Thank you.
I'm so sorry. This must be terrible for you.
Oh... it'd be a lot easier
if there wasn't so much gloating about it in the press.
They always need an angle, don't they?
If I read one more article saying that Jonah brought it on himself...
The thing is he wasn't like that, you know? Not all the time.
Not the way they saw him.
I sound like a battered wife.
"You didn't know him like I did."
- Was Jonah violent? - Oh, no. God, no.
He wouldn't hurt a fly.
Look at me.
I'm crying in a stairwell with the cleaner.
It's gotta count as an all-time career low.
Oh, well, everyone needs time out.
Yeah. Not when you're the only one in charge.
If I don't keep it together, this whole place will fall apart.
- Thanks for the tissues. - Oh, you're welcome.
Um... I'm not sure you need to be in this area in future, though.
Oh, I was... OK.
- Thanks. - Thanks.
OK.
You know high heels predate the birth of Christ by 3,000 years?
Egyptian butchers used to wear them so they didn't have to stand in blood.
These things don't come off easily, Charlie.
Amazing, isn't it, what people will wear in the name of fashion?
Yeah, well, you're no slave to designer trends, are you?
No, I'm my own man.
Although, I will say this.
Classic cut, always in vogue. Trust me.
What about those high-waisted baggy things of yours?
Are they a classic cut?
Well, I can see they're baggy. They're not high-waisted.
Charlie, they do up at the neck.
You know, at a vintage clothing shop,
they would pay a lot of money for those bad boys.
I can't buy Ward is the killer.
Anyway, don't animal rights activists usually stop
at being naked in cages outside fast-food restaurants?
Whatever brings in the customers.
Bless you, darling.
It's the flowers.
No, no, no, it's the stamen IN the flowers.
A beautiful, mellow posy, though. I haven't seen one of these for years.
Actually, my floriography might be a bit rusty
but I would say that means 'consumed by love'.
- Yes. - Yes? Thank you, thank you.
Gabi thinks it's a bit upsetting having them around.
- Oh. - Oh, yeah, yeah.
Are you responsible for the arrangements in the show?
- Yeah. - Oh, they're incredible.
- They're fantastic. - Oh, thank you. Thanks.
Annie, Annie Bell. It's my first show with Elroy.
I'm Nic. Oh, actually, you probably don't want...
I'm Nicola, and this is... Charlie. My hands are all sweaty.
You don't want to touch that.
God, it must have been such a thrill working with Jonah Elroy.
Jonah Elroy was very gifted.
Excuse me.
Actually, you know 'lettuce'.
'Lettuce' means 'cold hearted'.
- Does it? - Mmm.
Does that go double for iceberg lettuce?
Oh, no, don't humour me.
That wasn't funny. Stop it.
- Fizzy. - Mm-hm?
- How are your sinuses? - Um, they're a bit...
What do you think?
Oh!
That's horse dung, isn't it?
Yes, yes, diluted, but yes.
See that red pattern there? It's probably food dye.
It fans out in an arc like a spray motion
like it's come from the nozzle of a water bottle or a water pistol.
So, you're an animal rights activist
and you want to make a statement at a fur-friendly fashion show,
so you cover the designer in dung and red dye.
That makes sense.
It's easy to secrete on both levels.
Now, why would an animal rights activist kill someone
and cover them in horse manure?
- Yes, it's gilding the lily, isn't it? - Mmm.
We need to know who was sitting here.
Well, it's a fashion show.
There would have been photographers everywhere.
Yeah, it needed to be someone who covered the whole area.
It'd need to be someone there.
Well, one of us needs to find out who it was.
Paper, scissors, rock. Aha!
Ah, see the paper covers up the scissors.
- Does it? - Yeah.
I didn't know that. It's a new rule, is it?
No, no, that's always been that way.
Got me again.
Well, pride of place, that must be their favourite photographer.
Mmm, doesn't say who took them though, does it?
No.
Down here?
Hi. Hello. Excuse me.
Could you tell us who took these?
Alex Moran.
- Oh. - Ah.
- Thank you. - Thank you!
See, that outfit doesn't even make any sense.
It's pret-a-porter, isn't it?
Ready to wear where, though?
Skate park execution?
Oh, we could probably pull that off, sweetie.
- You think? - Yeah.
Yeah.
(Both) Alex Moran.
Up, great.
Into the camera, in the camera.
It's raining, it's raining, you're sad, you're sad.
You're sad. No, but it's angry sad,
it's angry sad.
Suck it in. Don't!
Why are you smiling? Suck it in.
Look into the camera. Into the camera!
- (Sneeze) - Bless you, darling.
Can we move on to the Mondrian backdrop?
- Hi. - How do you do?
- Are you in the right place? - Oh, hope so.
We're doing the biohazard clean downstairs for the House of Elroy.
Oh, God, right. Awful.
- Yep. - Awful.
Well, actually, we were wondering if you might be able to help us with something.
I'm sorry, did you say 'biohazard'?
- Yes. - Of course, the blood.
- Yes. - Makes sense.
- What a creepy job you have. - Oh...
No, no, no, we don't think it's creepy.
We try and put back life as it was as best we can.
That's how we sort of see it.
- Putting things right, I guess. - Philosophically.
- I could use you in a shoot. - What, me?
- Are you interested? - Really?
Well.
No. Well, I did do a little bit of modelling when I was younger.
Yeah, she did a My Miss catalogue.
It was a brown jumper and a dress with a flower.
Yeah, it was a sunflower, actually. They were big at the time.
I need you in the suit.
Mask.
Full catastrophe.
I can help there, 'cause we got a lot of stuff in the van.
We need to reset the warehouse space downstairs for the next show
and we wanted to leave everything the way we found it,
so we thought it might be helpful
if we could get some photographs from last night.
My eye line is strictly frocks and heels, all A-game.
I do have some shots of the night.
I can show you, if you guys think that help.
- Thank you, Mario. - Thank you, Mario.
- Hopefully, Mario can help. - Sure.
- Let me know about the shoot, huh? - Oh, OK.
We will.
Fur, sweatshop labour, making women feel inferior.
Oh, Jonah Elroy was a hideous human being.
He might have some good points. God, that's a gorgeous dress.
- Is she wearing a zebra? - Might be. Apart from that.
Look at this give, look. Look at this give.
You don't get this sort of flexibility in a regular jean.
No.
Hey, stud, do you want to come here for a second?
Sure.
Look at this. We've got falling rose petals.
This is obviously the show's finale, and Alex has kept photographing.
He photographed his boss being murdered.
- That's weird. - That's... Yes, that's weird.
Here's your squirter.
Yes, I knew it would be Ward.
Why would he spray horse poo on a dead body?
- Yeah. And who's she? - I don't know. Hang on.
Here we go.
"We here at Friends Not Fur will make sure that these abusers
and violators meet similar ends."
Aha, look, look, that look, that look.
That's the same look he's giving her in the photograph.
I've got a feeling that she's in the room when he's confessing.
I think this whole thing is for her benefit.
I think he's confessed to murder to impress a girl.
Wait, so he didn't kill Jonah?
I don't think so.
But if he didn't, who did?
The guy's confessed.
What do you want me to do? Make him unconfess?
Well, if he's innocent, yes.
Innocent people don't confess to murder, Nic.
Not much, anyway.
No, he didn't strike me as the murdering type.
No.
Well, after a while, you figure out there's not really a type, Charlie.
OK, how did he say he did it, then?
Well, he just said he did it.
- That's a pretty good start. - I know how he did it.
There's a base plate at the bottom of the air cannon, alright,
with a lanyard pin in it.
The air cannon is deployed,
the petals fly out in their myriad hues,
the lanyard pin falls out and then the mirror swings down,
and the last thing he sees before he dies is his own face.
It's part Shakespeare and it's part...
- Road Runner cartoon. - Yeah.
Right.
Right? Great.
Well, who else have you got under suspicion apart from Ward Daly?
Rachel.
I mean, you said yourself she might have sabotaged her own shoot.
I did, and then we got a confession.
Peter, it doesn't bother you that you currently have the wrong guy
out on bail, awaiting trial for murder?
We're looking at Ward. End of story.
You know, and, and did you know that they...
they boil kid goats alive
just to make a pair of gloves?
I mean, one pair of gloves, you know, disgusting.
Do you want to walk around wearing a jacket made out of tortured animals?
Because that is what people like Jonah Elroy are responsible for.
- Absolutely not. - No.
How did you get tickets to the show?
Oh, we've got friends in high places, alright?
They got me in.
We can get in anywhere.
- Where did you get the manure? - What?
You need to tell the truth.
I already have told the truth.
Well, there's a killer wandering around
because you've taken credit for something that you didn't do.
I don't know what you're talking about, OK?!
You didn't kill Jonah Elroy.
I've already confessed, alright?
Now, everyone knows that I did it.
The animals have no voice, OK?
It's up to me.
You can put that in your article, if you like.
- Sorry? - You can put that in your article.
You are journalists, yeah?
No, no, no, no, we're cleaners.
We are forensic cleaners and, actually, we do a lot of industrial work.
- That's our number there. - What the hell?
You're young, you don't want to go to prison.
I'm sorry, I've got nothing more to say to you!
This is who you're trying to impress, isn't it?
But you need to tell the police the truth.
This isn't a game. They need to be looking for the killer.
We're going to show the photograph to them anyway.
You can do a lot more good for the animals
on the outside than on the inside.
You should think about that!
Bye.
Keep warm!
Power.
Mm-hm. Vulnerability.
Vulnerability. Vulnerability.
Sad. Happy.
Smiley. Good.
It's good, it's good, it's all good.
It's all very, very, very good.
What's that?
That's good. Natural, natural, answering the phone.
Peter.
How did I know you weren't gonna leave it alone?
- Sorry? - We work together, remember?
Ward's retracted his confession.
Coincidentally, after a visit from a pair of cleaners
posing as journalists.
Oh no, we didn't pose as anything.
We said we were cleaners when it came up.
Ward's retracted his confession.
- Good. Good. - So what happens now?
Now I keep investigating, and since I know it's futile
to suggest you don't do the same, do me a favour.
The press are camping out at the warehouse.
And I don't want them getting information before I do.
Anything you hear, come straight to me, OK?
Train of evidence, Nic.
Oh, well, Peter, you'll get all the credit when we crack the case.
- That's... - OK, thanks. Bye.
That's good. No confession, we're back on the case.
We're still no closer to solving the crime.
We need to get back to the warehouse.
Well, I forgot to load the hydroxyl generator.
- We gotta go back and pick that up. - Great.
Oh, do it again, do it again.
- Great. - Oh, that's the shot.
- Really? - That's what we need.
- Is that new lipstick? - No.
- Looks really nice. - Oh, thanks.
Very nice. Through here?
Hello?
- Oh, hi. - Excuse us.
- Hi. - Um... is this Gabi's office?
She's just a bit further down.
Right, OK. Thank you very much.
Oh. I say these are gorgeous?
Do you get to keep any of these?
Gabi's so tight, she won't even let us keep our backup shoes.
- Hello. - Hello.
Anybody. Does anybody know who this gorgeous man is?
Hard to tell, it's a bit blurry.
Just a, just a rhetorical question.
Yeah, well, aren't they all?
- Um, so is Gabi's office? - Yeah, next on the right.
Alright. Thanks very much.
I'm sorry. That's yours.
- Bye, guys. Bye, Alex. - See you guys. Thank you.
Nice seeing you again, Alex. Really nice.
- Yeah. - OK, bye-bye!
- Hey, Charlie... - Yeah?
If every outfit has a pair of backup shoes, where were Rachel's?
Why didn't she use them?
Alright, can you tell Dale when he gets here
that we're not spending a cent on those spots?
Half of them didn't work and the rest blew at rehearsals.
I spent most of my night up there changing globes.
- Sorry, sorry to interrupt. - Hello.
We just wanted to let you know that we've collected the hydroxyl generator, so...
Yeah, no-one will be tripping over that anymore.
- Great. Thanks. Thank you. - Okay.
The warehouse is ready to go,
so if you want to get Jarrod to move those chairs.
And, also, can you chat to sales...
Sorry, I'm just gonna have to... What are you doing?
- Oh, sorry. They're beautiful. - Yeah, they're $800.
Oh? Oh, well, they're really beautiful.
Ah, tell you what. I'll sell them to you for $600.
We're done with them. So, how does that sound?
- That's so nice. - Very nice. Thank you.
Daisy, why don't you grab a box for them?
I don't... I don't think that I can.
That's what everyone says and then they do.
Charlie, what do you think?
Will they fit your orthotics?
Actually, what we were wondering was
whether we could see the custom-mades
that Rachel wore for the show.
Apparently they were really gorgeous.
Ya, unfortunately, there was a mix-up on the day.
- We couldn't find them, so, sorry... - Oh.
Yeah, uh... I might leave Daisy
to sort out payment for those, if that's OK?
- It is, very much. - OK, great.
- Thanks for everything. - Thank you. Thank you.
Seamstress. She's got a tailor's notch, just here, up in the tooth.
It's an indentation formed by holding the needle
between her teeth, like that.
Oh, what's the point of that?
Well, there's no point. I mean, it's an observation.
But in the fullness of time it may develop into a point.
OK, OK. Rachel broke her shoes.
Rachel had no backups.
Maybe Rachel put all this together.
Rachel? Rachel.
OK, she's 5'9.5" and her measurements are 36-23-34.
How does knowing her bust size help?
Well, every piece of information,
no matter how large, may be relevant.
Right. Ready?
Really should be using a real mirror.
- Oh, you have to let that go, sweetie. - OK.
Alright, now, you're standing at the edge of the catwalk.
Alright, stay perfectly still.
No, no, you can move a little bit.
I mean, wave appreciatively to the crowd.
They love you. They love you.
Yeah, yeah, that's it! Yeah, sell it.
OK, crowd goes wild. Cannon is discharged.
Petals fly everywhere. Lanyard pin drops.
And the mirror continues down on its deadly arc.
- Ow! - Oh, well done, darling.
Thank you, thank you. Went well.
Listen, there's no way Rachel could have set this up herself.
She's not exactly an expert
in mathematical equations or technical rigging.
No, no. Apparently she's almost finished her MBA.
Isn't that what you're doing?
And her boyfriend's a carpenter.
Well, that explains the rigging.
- Yeah, and he's no fan of Jonah's either. - No?
Must be the boyfriend's car. Who's that?
- Stuart. - Stuart, yeah.
I bet 20 cents the missing shoes are in there.
20 cents.
It's too rich for my blood.
- Shall we? - Mmm.
Why would you hide high heels in a ute?
It's the first place people would look for them.
- No? - No.
Oh, hello.
Spray paint.
And a crowbar.
Should have taken that bet.
Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing?
We can see how this looks, Rachel.
First Stuart trashes Jonah's car
and then your heel mysteriously breaks just before he dies.
He only did it because Jonah asked me to lose weight.
Jonah was a jerk.
But I didn't kill him, if that's what you're trying to infer.
No, no, no. You mean 'imply'.
But we're not doing that either.
No, no, no. No-one's accusing anyone of anything.
He went to the papers saying
if she didn't lose 10 kilos he was gonna sack her.
Oh, that's ridiculous. She's perfect.
As is my wife.
Jonah would never go to the press.
He gave me a wake-up call, that's all.
When you're a model, you're expected to be industry-standard weight.
It might not be fair but that's just how it is.
You realise that the police will need to be told about the car.
Knock yourself out.
I killed the car but I didn't kill Jonah.
He can be a bit... you know, sometimes
but he would never hurt Jonah.
What about the others there?
What about Alex, the photographer.
Alex is Alex.
He's always capable of flaring up a bit,
but that's just his temperament.
I was wondering about him.
Is he really gay?
Oh, God, yeah. Completely gay.
- Really? - Yeah, gayer than gay.
That's pretty gay.
There was this one time he experimented.
But he just wanted to satisfy a curiosity about what it was like...
with a woman.
He said I had a beautiful spirit.
With us he could see beyond my sex.
Oh, that's nice. Yeah.
What about Gabi? Did she and Jonah get along?
Oh, yeah. He adored her.
The only people who hated Jonah were people that didn't know him.
Seriously, he's not who you think he is.
Of course, when it comes to your infestations,
you've got to want to hope for an ectoparasitic tick
and not a Porocephalus crotali.
- Because once they get inside you... - Tongue worms.
Look, there's no cause for alarm, we are trained professionals.
My God. Look at that reading.
Please step aside.
Oh, God. How sad, to get a suit dry-cleaned,
not realising you're never gonna wear it again.
- Oh. - You alright, darling?
Mmm. This place is actually really nice.
It's not what I expected.
What were you expecting?
Naked self-portraits, a Brett Whiteley original.
Incidentally, why did you ask Rachel if Alex was gay?
Oh, because he flirted with me when we met.
He touched my arm and held my gaze and looked down my top.
- Really? - Mmm.
How's the hacking going?
Well, statistically speaking, a person's password
is usually based on a pet, a loved one,
a birthday, plus the number one.
I tried his birthday and I got nothing.
Ya, I haven't seen any dog bowls or kitty litter.
- Yeah. Loved ones? - Yeah.
I tried 'Gabi1' and 'Gabrielle1', I didn't get anything.
Um, designer name, company name, surname.
Designer name. That's a good... I'll try that.
Oh! Charlie, he's kept all his clippings.
Hey, is Akira Isogowa a designer or a volcano?
Ooh, it's not just good ones, either.
He's clipped everything. He's got good ones, bad ones.
- Some very unflattering photos. - JAG ME!
- What? - JAG ME.
It's the name of the Jag, the numberplate on the Jag.
That policeman friend of yours
whose name I forget said it was JAG ME.
Yes! Oh, good. Emails, sweetie.
- Emails? - Yes.
- Ooh! Discount vitamins. - No, no. Gabi ones.
Gabi ones.
There we go.
Ooh, I'll leave out the swearing.
"Everything I've done over the last 20 years has been for you
"yet it's not enough sign the papers."
Ooh, looks like relations between brother and sister
weren't so cordial after all.
- I like cordial. - I know.
Wonder if there's any in the fridge.
Looks like he's going to get to wear that suit after all.
Oh, she didn't want anyone to know about the troubles with her brother.
She's deleted all of them.
He kept everything.
'GQ' profiles of his shirt collection.
A double page spread in 'Yen'.
Oh, this one about Rachel's supposed weight gain.
'Jonah and the Whale'.
- It's ridiculous. - Maybe Jonah's star was fading.
Were there any major features in the past year,
apart from this tabloid stuff.
Oh, like this. "Which supposedly gay celebrity snapper
"is more of a ladies' man than anyone ever assumed?
"And if the late-night sex sessions with his female charges continue
"he'll be out of a job."
- It has to be Alex. - May I?
So if Jonah kept all these clippings,
does that mean he did leak gossip to the press?
Well, Rachel seems to think he's too nice.
What if Jonah's star was fading?
Maybe he was becoming more destructive.
Hi.
Oh, Alex isn't here.
He went with Gabi to help out with the funeral stuff.
Did you want to leave a message with reception?
- A shame, isn't it? - Yeah.
Sort of. Means I get the afternoon off.
Oh, I know, but you deserve it, too.
I really admire the discipline of you models.
If your job's to stand around naked in warehouses a lot,
you learn to sacrifice.
Sure.
Is that awkward, standing around like that in front of Alex?
- Why would it be? He's gay. - Is he?
I just wondered. I read something.
Oh, just gossip. He's totally gay.
Oh. Does he have a partner?
Er, no. He's... he's kind of a loner.
There was this one time, though.
He wanted to experiment, you know, with a woman.
I think he was worried about coming out
to his parents about his sexuality.
He said I had "a truly beautiful spirit"
and he could see beyond my sex.
Anyway, did you guys want to leave a message?
Um, oh, I'll leave our number.
Just tell him that Charlie and Nicola came.
Yeah. We might be working together.
Yeah. Yeah.
Imagine if word got out that he's been living a lie
and seducing all these young girls?
Probably never work again.
And if Jonah was threatening to name him...
Would you kill for that, though?
Well, it's his reputation, it's his career.
True.
What about Gabi, though?
Because in her email she said she wanted Jonah to sign some papers.
What papers?
Whatever they were, she doesn't want anyone to know.
We just have to watch out for the receptionist.
- Just keep a sharp eye. - Are you kidding?
You could take an eye out on this eye.
Shh.
- It's not what it I... - I was...
The girl in reception said I could come in.
What the hell are you doing here?
It's just for a story.
Oh, we were very clear with the press.
We said no press. Who are you with?
Molly Simms.
Alright, well you've just got yourself
a police report for breaking and entering.
Give me that. Charlie!
Could you please escort this gentleman out
and speak to Kayla and tell her to cancel
our Thursday meeting with Molly Simms.
Absolutely, Mrs B.
Come on, mate. Come on.
- It was just a misunderstanding. - No, no, no, no.
I don't want to hear it.
Can you believe the nerve of that guy?
Terrible, isn't it? Shall I put these down my trousers?
Um... Oh.
- Hello. - Hello, Annie.
- How are you? Nice to see you again. - Hi.
- You well? - Mmm.
Oh, look, beautiful, honey. Look, purple hyacinths.
Oh, are you doing the flowers for the funeral?
Mm-hm.
Listen, did you do the Sir Joh Bjelke-Petersen funeral?
Because the flowers there were wonderful.
- Very you, I thought. - Yeah.
Bless you, darling.
I wasn't a florist then. I was a teacher.
- Teacher? - High school.
Oh, yes. Er... high school, I remember that.
We didn't meet at high school.
- How long have you been a florist? - Seven years.
- Oh, how time flies.
We've been married for, ooh, ages now.
A little bit longer than that but we love each other so much.
Excuse me, I've got to, um...
- Yes, of course. Bye. - Good luck with everything.
- Oh, Charlie. Treasure. - Mm-hm.
These must be the legal papers they were talking about in the emails.
She wanted Jonah to buy her out of the company
but she's the only one who signed.
Alright. Look at this.
I'm no expert, but aren't these designs terrible?
Ooh, yeah. Oh, God, they're awful.
Well, Jonah was a lot of things but at least he was talented.
Alright, well, Gabi wants to dissolve her partnership with Jonah
but why would she want to set up her own business
if her designs are so dreadful?
Maybe she didn't realise they were dreadful.
Maybe her brother loved her too much to tell her the truth.
OK. So Jonah WAS nice?
Actually, can't have been that nice.
Because he was leaking stuff to the press about Alex and Rachel.
If I'm running Jonah Elroy,
why would I want to leave all that glitz and glamour?
Yeah, but she's not just a manager, is she?
Tailor's notch. She's a seamstress.
She's a creative type.
I've gotta take something. Those flowers are killing me.
- What? - The answer's in the flowers.
It's been right in front of us.
Floriography was all the rage in Queen Victoria's time.
People were forever sending each other
coded messages via tussie mussies.
In fact, Oscar Wilde once sent Bosie a posie which was so...
If you could just... Long story short, sweetie.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Yes, yes. Of course, darling.
Alright, the flowers at Jonah's show,
goldenrod, monkshood, sweet pea and forget-me-nots.
They're bouquets of hate.
- There's not a kind bloom among them. - OK.
Now, the purple hyacinth is a very uncommon choice
for a funeral bouquet.
Traditionally, it's a symbol of remorse.
It's a plea for forgiveness.
Now, our friend Annie, the florist,
she sent flowers of hate to Jonah's show, warning,
and to his funeral, flowers saying, "I'm sorry."
But why?
She must have hated Jonah for a pretty big reason.
I mean, this was a crime of public humiliation and rage.
She changed careers seven years ago.
Seven years ago, Jonah was launching his ready-to-wear label.
- It's in the clippings. - Oh.
Is there anything about a mysterious fire
or he secretly married an unassuming high school teacher?
Er... dead model.
- Where, where? - Er...
"Fleur la Cloche, one of the rising stars of Jonah's stable,
"tragically passed away after a short battle with anorexia."
'La cloche' is French for 'bell'.
Annie Bell.
This is it.
This is what we're looking for.
Annie's shop's closed.
No-one answered when I buzzed.
So what do we do now?
- Oh. Did you see Dr Zell? - Mmm.
- He give you anything? - Yeah.
If anything, I feel worse. I feel weird, actually.
- You've got a thing there. - Oh, really?
Hang on. That's her, isn't it?
- That's Annie. - Yes. Yep.
Oh, God. No, no. Sorry, Charlie.
- Darling... - Charlie, I'm just not...
- What's wrong? - I'm just... I'm feeling weird.
I took two of those things in the car.
- Alright, I'll just... - I feel a bit...
- Ow, ow, ow! - Pineal gland?
- Hurting, hurting. Ow. - Alright.
You need to talk to Annie.
You stay here. Don't look down.
Ah. Ah!
Ah, Annie.
Please leave me alone.
Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.
Absolutely leaving you alone, Annie.
Leaving you alone.
Darling! Darling.
- Sweetie. Honey. - Yeah?
- Annie's on a ledge. - Oh, God.
- I'm not sure what to do. - OK, um...
OK, sweetie, tell her, tell her that we're here for her...
- Here for her. - ..and that we're not leaving.
And that everything's gonna be OK.
We're here for her, not leaving, everything's gonna be OK.
OK, thanks, darling. Um...
Annie.
Annie, um...
Listen, we are here for you.
We're not going anywhere. And everything's gonna be OK.
Who is 'we'?
My wife and I.
My wife, Nicola, who I think you met.
She's a couple of levels below.
She's got a sinus condition and she's had some medication
which has weirded her out a bit, so...
I mean, she'd be a lot better at this than I am.
But, er, I think the point is, at the end of the day,
you need to know that you're not alone.
Annie?
I'm, er... I'm gonna come up on the roof.
- No. - No, no. Nothing to be alarmed about.
I'm just going to... to come here.
There's absolutely no need to panic.
You don't know what it is that I've done.
Nothing's better.
It's awful!
Annie, I just have to...
just have to take this call, OK?
This'll be, er... It's Nicola.
- Hello, darling. - Sweetie, hi.
- Hi. - Hi. Can you put me on to her?
Yeah, yeah. I'll, er... Absolutely. I'll ask.
Um, would you like to speak to Nicola?
- Er... er... yeah. - Yeah, yeah?
OK, she said yeah. She said yeah.
I'll put you on speaker, yeah? Put you on speaker.
Just gonna put it on speaker.
There we go.
You're on speaker... You're on speaker, darling.
- Hi, Annie. - Hi.
Hi, it's Nicola.
Hi.
Um, I just... I want you to know that I'm here
and that I understand.
Nobody understands. That's the problem.
Everything is worse.
I want you to know that I know all about your...
I know all about your daughter, Fleur,
and how much that must have hurt you.
And then, when Jonah said those cruel things about Rachel's weight,
it all, it all came flooding back, didn't it?
You just didn't want it to happen again.
You didn't want another model to starve herself.
It wasn't just Fleur.
My whole family fell apart.
My husband couldn't cope with the skeleton
who used to be our daughter.
Then Jonah did it all.
Without him...
we'd still be a family.
Oh, Annie.
If you go, if you go through with this,
think about what's left of your family.
Think about what they've already been through.
And Fleur wouldn't want this, would she?
They've already been through so much.
They don't deserve this.
Annie, want to come down?
Yeah?
Yes, please.
- Yeah. - That's it.
I thought it would make it better.
Or easier somehow.
I thought...
I thought taking away the source of the pain...
would numb what I felt about Fleur.
I've doubled it.
I've doubled the pain.
I was up on the rig, filling the flower cannons.
I saw the cable. It felt so simple.
Nothing can ease the guilt of taking a life, ever.
I'm going straight to hell.
No, that's not true, Annie.
Well, you saved Rachel by sabotaging her shoes
so she wasn't there when the mirror fell.
I mean, that's got to count for something.
I didn't do anything to any shoes.
Oh.
You didn't get this from me.
- Thank you. - I was never here.
He's loyal and reliable, I'll give him that.
He needs a search warrant and we don't.
- OK. - OK, let's go.
First, hide shoes.
Put the other shoes...
Take these out.
- This is them, isn't it? - No. That's not black and silver.
OK. Like the first ones.
What are you doing in here?
Look, I don't know who you people think you are
but get out before I call the police.
No, no, no. Call the police.
I think they'd be very interested in hearing
that you knew what was gonna happen to Jonah.
You were on the lighting rig the night before Jonah died
and you knew what Annie had set up.
Annie?
You know everything that goes on around here.
I'm sorry, but what are you implying here?
It must have been really hard for you.
- You wanted to be a designer as well. - No, no, I AM a designer.
No, no. We read your emails.
He didn't take you seriously. He didn't want your designs.
You hacked into my email?!
No. We broke into his flat.
And we know that you wanted to start your own business
and that Jonah didn't think that your designs were very good.
Jonah didn't think anything was good enough!
Nothing. It was all him, him, him.
And, yes, I did ask him for one thing and he wouldn't give it to me,
but I did not kill him.
- You didn't save him. - No, I did nothing.
Nothing. And you can't go to jail for doing nothing.
Look, I... I didn't think it would kill him.
I...I thought they were just going to try and humiliate him
like he has humiliated me for years.
I saved Rachel.
Oh, Charlie.
It used to be easy to spot the bad guys.
You know, they wore black hats.
Now it's grey.
Maybe grey is the new black.
Hey, I developed those photos for the portfolio.
- Oh, yeah? - They look fantastic.
- Really? - They're really good.
That Alex guy is gonna love them.
I worried because I smiled so much.
Because, you know, that can be ageing.
No, no. The smile is beautiful and you look really young.
And I think my favourite one is the one of you in the red cardigan.
Photoshop out the golliwogs.
I guess it could draw focus, couldn't it? You wanna be...
Yeah, but, I mean, you know, you transcend that
but I didn't want to be controversial.
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