My Life Is Murder (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Call Of The Wild - full transcript
When a woman shoots a stranger at point-blank range by Auckland Harbor, it looks like an open-and-shut case. But the inquiry becomes anything but simple when investigator Alexa Crowe takes on the case.
- # They say they do it
for the love not the money.
# But they're
living in the sunlight.
# Rich, not working,
got a daddy, turns a blind eye.
# Oh, just to be so young
and in love, right?
# And here I stay, in the gutter,
churning butter into diamonds.
# Diamonds.
# Diamonds.
# Ch-churning butter into diamonds.
# Diamonds.
# Diamonds.
# Ch-churning butter into diamonds.
# Diamonds.
# Diamonds. #
(UPBEAT POP MUSIC ENDS)
(MAN SCREAMS)
- Tempted?
- Sorry?
- To do the jump.
- Not without my brown pants.
- Go on. Dare ya.
- I'm waiting for someone.
- Oh, she's always late.
You've got time.
- Alexa.
- Go on, I heard you have guts.
- Who told you that?
- Kieran, my old colleague from
Melbourne. Yours too, I hear.
- He tells me you're the best
investigator he's ever worked with.
- Well, you say that like
you don't believe him.
- Well, the proof of the pudding's
in the eating, as they say.
- What do you want, Harry?
- Kieran said you might be able
to help me out with a case.
- Sweet of him.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
Well?
- Michael Suzmann.
No criminal record,
didn't gamble, no debts.
Four weeks ago, he was out
on his early morning run,
when out of nowhere,
a woman appears with a handgun.
(GUNSHOTS)
Shoots him four times.
(HAUNTING MUSIC)
Feels like a hit, right?
- How do you know
the shooter was a woman?
- There was a witness.
A 12-year-old kid.
ID'd.
Her.
Tamara Innes.
Single, widowed.
No kids.
What?
- Like me.
You're gonna say, like me.
- Was I?
- Weren't you?
- Nah, I'd never be so forward.
- I'll have you know,
I'm only civil most of the time.
- Me too. Sometimes I am
and I'm not all at once.
- So you want me
to find your shooter?
- Already done that.
She's been charged and bailed.
- So―
- So something's not right.
She didn't know the victim.
Never met him.
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
As far as we can tell, she's never
fired a gun, let alone owned one.
- You got the murder weapon?
- Not yet.
- Wow, you must think the brief's
gonna fly if you've charged.
- I didn't want to. I was overruled.
- Do your higher-ups
know you're talking to me?
- No.
- (CHUCKLES) You'll be popular.
- I don't care.
There's too many loose ends.
Tamara Innes received two phone
calls on the morning of the murder ―
the first one 20 minutes
before the shooting and
the second one immediately before,
from different numbers,
and we haven't been able
to trace either of them.
- Well, what did she say about them?
- Denies everything ― phone calls,
the shooting, all of it.
I think...
she was set up.
- By whom?
- You ever sent an
innocent person to prison?
- I'd like to think not.
- Same here. It'd be good
to keep it that way.
- I know someone
who can trace those calls.
(CRUISY MUSIC)
- Look at you, still baking bread.
I love it!
- Madison, what are you doing?
- Your mate Harry said you needed
me. How good is long service leave?
- He is not my mate. And
I asked you to trace a couple
of phone calls, not emigrate!
- Are you going to ask me in?
- Did you trace the phone calls?
- I'm working on it. Come on,
do you want my help or not?
- Three days, no more.
- Oh, yeah! Band's
gettin' back to together!
(CHUCKLES)
(CRUISY MUSIC)
Hey, what a great place.
Have you been here since
you left without telling me?
- Pretty much.
- Why did you leave
without telling me?
- I wanted to see my brother before―
While I still could.
- What does that mean?
- Spare room's on the left.
- Well, you won't
regret this, I promise.
- Don't promises you can't keep.
- (SNEEZES)
Oh, don't tell me
you've got another cat.
(CAT PURRS)
(LAID-BACK JAZZ MUSIC)
Are these clothes the police
found in Tamara's house?
- Mm-hm.
- Well, they're the same.
- Could've been planted.
OK, look, this is her the next day.
First police interview.
- No, (STAMMERS)
it's absolutely not true.
I did not hurt anyone.
I did not kill anyone.
I had nothing to do with this.
Nothing!
- She seem guilty to you?
- You don't think so?
(TIMER BEEPS)
- Oh, I've interviewed
a few murderers in my time.
- Are you still selling your bread?
- Yep. Cafe up the street, Reuben's.
- Do you get a good price?
- How long's it gonna
take you to trace those calls?
- Give me another few hours.
Looks like they were created
overseas somewhere.
(CELL PHONE RINGS, VIBRATES)
Not again! (SIGHS)
Hi, Mum.
Yep, I'm fine.
No, Alexa's asked me
to stay at her place.
Yes, I have my own room.
Mum, I can't talk now. I'm working.
(DOOR OPENS)
OK, I will.
Bye.
God, you'd you think I'd gone
to Afghanistan or something.
She's such a worry...
Alexa?
(CRUISY JAZZ MUSIC)
(BIRDS SQUAWK)
- Great view.
- Oh, the deck wasn't
here originally. Michael
built it before the kids.
- Wow. Public servant and
a carpenter. He was clever.
- He was good at everything he did.
We were gonna sell this place
and build a new house, but, um...
- What happened to Michael
was awful. I'm sorry.
- (SNIFFS) Oh, the, um...
The funeral was lovely. The
children said wonderful things.
- Thank you.
- Please.
(SIGHS)
- Look, the woman that was charged ―
in the police report, you said
you'd never seen her before?
- Never.
- Well, she lives right around here.
Is there a chance that Michael
could have met her,
had some sort of altercation?
- He wasn't having
an affair with her.
- That's not what I meant.
- It's the first thing
everyone thinks. Michael wasn't
that person. He was a good man.
The police found nothing
because there was nothing to find.
No secret phone calls, no text
messages, no dangerous liaisons.
(SIGHS) It's so wrong people
can just... trash his memory.
- Well, have you thought
about why she or anyone
would have wanted to do this?
- Of course, all the time.
And I have no idea. Michael was
loved by everyone who knew him.
- Did he run at
the same time every morning?
- 5.30am every day.
In his favourite runners,
favourite shorts,
purple football jersey, and...
(SCOFFS) his lucky red socks.
- In your statement to police,
you said that Michael had been
followed a couple of times.
- Well, he thought he had.
He wasn't sure.
- Did he see who it was?
- No.
But we know who it was, don't we?
The woman that shot him in
cold blood, Tamara Innes.
And she's... She's not even in jail.
(SIGHS)
How dare she take him away from us?
(LAID-BACK MUSIC)
- Such a great city.
Have you been to the gelato place
or the fish markets?
- Tell me about the phone calls.
- OK, so they were made from VoIP
numbers, set up from a computer with
an IP address somewhere in Spain
using a virtual private network.
Both numbers now disconnected.
- OK, break it down for me into
English. Who owns the IP address?
- Impossible to say.
- So?
- Untraceable.
- Excellent. You've come all
this way to be no use whatsoever.
- Incorrect. Now you know
that whoever made calls didn't
wanna be found. That's useful.
Want some?
All right, where do we go from here?
- I'm going to visit
the alleged shooter.
- Cool.
- You can book a flight home
if you like.
- What happened to three days?
- Pretty sure I said three hours!
- Days!
You said days.
(LAID-BACK JAZZ MUSIC)
- Hello.
- Morning.
Let me know if you need any help.
- I will, thank you.
Oh, these are very nice.
- Thai silk, they're gorgeous.
Morning.
- Hi. Fabulous shop.
- Oh, I've got some photos here
of the weavers from my last trip
to Chiang Mai. Let me show you.
You see? The... The machines
are handmade as well.
This technique is
hundreds of years old.
- It's amazing.
- Mm.
Do you have anything
particular in mind?
- Well, I wanna make some
silk ties for my brother-in-law.
It's his birthday.
- Oh, lovely.
- Yeah, I used to love the ones
that my husband had.
There was a herringbone one, and the
other one was a geometric pattern,
kind of like an Escher drawing
- Any colours?
- Yes, the herringbone one
was green,
and the other one was
sort of pastely sky blue.
- You know, I think
I have something out back.
- Would― Would this one work?
I mean, I know that my husband
would've loved that.
- Did he pass away?
- Yeah, a few years ago now.
- I'm sorry.
I..
I lost my husband
just 10 months ago.
- No.
- I... still miss him.
Every day.
- I bet.
- The... The ties
are for his brother.
- Mm-hm, that's right.
- What a lovely way to
keep him in your thoughts.
- Uh, yeah, I'll take 2m, please.
- This pattern is so pretty.
- I'll be with you in just a minute.
- She talks to a total stranger
about how much she misses
her dead husband.
- I know, it's like
dead husband week here.
Sorry.
- The point is, it's not what
you expect from a woman who's
killed her secret lover.
- Hm, depends how secret
she wants the lover to be.
- Can you copy the contents of any
phone to your cloud account?
- Yep.
- Mine?
- Sure.
Alexa, as if.
The two VoIP phone numbers
are in her contacts.
- With names.
- No, but she obviously knew who
they were if she put them in there.
Did the case notes say anything
about Tamara's mental health?
- Yeah, there was a reference
to depression. Why?
- Her diary says she
was seeing a shrink. Once
a fortnight for five months.
Last appointment was a month ago.
- Oh.
- Go on. Say you're glad I came.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
- Hello. I'm here
to see Dr McMaster.
- Oh, do you have an appointment?
- No, I called about half an hour
ago. Alexa Crowe.
- Oh, yes. Just let me finish up...
this.
Right. Nice to you.
- Oh, you're Dr McMaster?
- I am, yeah. James, please.
- And you run your own reception?
- Oh, no, no. My receptionist
has an exam tomorrow,
so I gave her the day off.
- That's good of you.
- It is, considering
I'm an appalling typist.
Would you like to come in?
- Please.
- So you say you work with
the police. What does that mean?
- I'm a consultant of sorts.
- Ooh, that sounds nebulous.
- I can put you in touch
with a detective if you wanna
check my bona fides.
- No, no, there's no need.
How can I help?
- Can you tell me why
Tamara Innes was seeing you?
- Uh, I need to be a bit careful.
I've been told that I might be
called as a defence witness
for her trial, and―
- Patient confidentiality.
I understand.
I'm just trying to get some sense
of how she could have done
what she's accused of and why.
- Yeah. Yeah, it's a...
a puzzle, I agree.
- Well, when you were
treating her, did you ever think
she was capable of violence?
- I really didn't, no.
She's a lovely woman
who's coped with an awful lot.
And if she did do this horrible
thing, it means that I missed
something, that I failed her.
That's... quite confronting.
- Was it just depression
that she had?
- Oh, I'm so sorry. I just―
I can't talk specifics.
But there was...
a lot of emotional trauma
after her husband died.
- Well, I do get that.
- You can relate?
- Yes, I can.
- When people lose the love of
their life, it can leave them
feeling hollowed out.
The stages of grief are very real,
but they very rarely
play out as the textbooks say.
They often come unexpectedly,
randomly.
- I'm still not sure
I ever made it past anger.
- (CHUCKLES)
Well, you present very well
for an angry person.
- You got me on a good day.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Well, thanks for the chat.
- Well, I don't feel
like I've been much help.
- I don't know about that.
So if you've been tapped to be
a defence witness, I'm guessing
you don't think Tamara's guilty?
- I really don't want her to be.
- Well, thank you.
- Hey, um...
Do you wanna grab a meal?
Food's great when you're angry.
- What kind of a meal?
- I don't know. You choose.
- Hey.
- MADISON, ON PHONE:
Have you got any lentils?
- Why?
- I'm cooking dinner.
Persian soup and lamb tagine.
- Did I ask you to cook, Madison?
- You don't like Persian food?
- (SIGHS) To be honest,
I was kind of hoping you were
calling from the airport.
- I delivered your bread
to Reuben's cafe. He's hot,
in case you haven't noticed.
- There is no dignity in sucking up.
- Well, how's this for sucking up?
Tamara Innes takes the
same route home from her shop
every evening at 6,
except for the night
of the shooting.
- Go on.
- According to her location data,
on that night she left at 9,
went via the harbour,
and stopped for one minute,
27 seconds.
- Where at the harbour?
How long have you been in homicide?
- About 12 years.
Started off in fraud,
but didn't go for it much.
Don't get along with desks.
- Me neither.
- Hey, you've gotta keep
your heart rate up.
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
And there it is.
- Can you just let me
talk to her first?
I really need to know why.
- I've got her passport.
She's not going anywhere.
Thanks for your help.
(INTRIGUING SOULFUL MUSIC)
- Back again?
- Seems I am.
- I'm just about to close up.
Do you want more silk for your ties?
- Tamara, the police found the gun
that you threw in the harbour.
- Who― Who are you?
I found the gun in one of
my pockets that morning.
I have no idea how it got there.
And then I saw a report of the
shooting on the news and I panicked.
- Why didn't you take
the gun to the police?
- Cos I was scared.
When my husband died, the
police asked me so many questions,
so many awful, awful questions
that made me feel like
I was responsible for his death.
- How did your husband die?
- There was a fire in the garage.
He was working under the car.
He couldn't get out in time.
It was a nightmare.
Now I'm... Now I'm
stuck in another one.
You don't believe me.
- Tamara, I want you to tell me
exactly what you did the morning
that Michael Suzmann was shot.
- I've been through this
so many times!
- Once more. Just for me, please.
- All right.
I woke up at 5.30am.
I got dressed. I went for a run.
- Do you always go the same way?
- Yes, down past the creek
to the bay and back.
I got home, had a shower, breakfast.
Then I found the gun.
- So you found the gun
after your shower?
- Yes.
- You didn't notice it before?
- No.
- How long were you in the shower?
- I don't know.
(STAMMERS) Five minutes?
- You know the two phone calls
that you got?
- I didn't get any phone calls
- Tamara, you did. They're
logged in your phone records.
- I don't know anything about
any damn phone calls. I don't even
take my phone with me whenI run.
- Your phone was in the same
place at the same time when
Michael Suzmann was killed.
It's a verifiable fact!
- No, well, maybe somebody stole it
and put it there, because―
Because it certainly wasn't me!
- Was your phone at home
when you got back from your run?
- Yeah.
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
What's gonna happen to me?
- Hey, come with me.
- What will happen to her?
- Well, the charges will
stay the same, but the brief
of evidence should firm up.
I think she's gonna need
all the help you can give her.
- You know, I've been
over and over her case notes.
Grief can have profound effects.
- Like?
- Dyspraxia, psychogenic blackouts,
disassociation.
- She had blackouts?
- Ah, that's not fair.
- What's fair?
- I can't tell you anything
without a court order.
- Well, you can't
blame me for trying.
- So ex-cop turns police
consultant. How does that happen?
- I wasn't home before midnight
and the spell wore off.
- (CHUCKLES DRILY) Not gonna lose
one of your glass slippers, are you?
- Never understood that
glass slipper thing.
Ridiculously uncomfortable.
- Seriously, though, I am intrigued.
- I left the police force a few
years ago, but I'm an obsessive.
It's a bit like an itch.
- Hm, you should
see someone about that.
- Oh, anyone in particular?
- Uh, yeah, but he doesn't
date his patients.
- I think not. That kind of thing
can lead to trouble.
- (CHUCKLES)
No, I can honestly say this
is some of the worst yakitori
I've ever had in my life.
- LAUGHS: I know. I'm so sorry!
- (CHUCKLES)
Maybe I should choose
the venue next time.
- Maybe you should.
- Mm-hm.
Let's find a bin
somewhere down here.
- (CHUCKLES)
(LAID-BACK JAZZ MUSIC)
(DOOR SHUTS)
- You're late.
- Oh, make yourself at home (!)
- I'm making you a blouse.
- Who said I wanted one?
- 'Oh, thank you, Madison.
How kind.'
- Wait, that's the silk I bought.
- Well, I thought the whole
brother-in-law tie thing
was just a story.
- It doesn't mean I wanted a blouse.
- I'll buy you some more.
- Well, you'd better hurry up, cos
that shop won't be open much longer.
- You found the gun?
- Yes, and now Tamara's helping
the police with their enquiries.
- Happy Harry.
- No, he's a bit disappointed,
actually. So am I.
And by the way, a Persian dinner
and a blouse do not
a room in my house buy.
- Does everything have to
be transactional? You should
read the gospel of Matthew.
- Oh, yes, we're doing
that at book club next (!)
- Chapter five, Sermon on the Mount.
- Anything that says the meek
shall go out and gun down
a random stranger?
- Michael Suzmann's social media?
You hunting for a motive?
- Yeah, something, anything.
I mean, people don't go out and
just get murdered for reason.
- Could've been mistaken identity.
- Or something.
I just don't believe
Tamara's a killer.
- There was witness. The gun was in
her clothes and she disposed of it.
It's kind of definite,isn't it?
- Then why do I
still not believe it?
- Hey, take a break.
Have something to eat.
- Nah, I just had yakitori.
- I guarantee this will be better.
- Whatever.
That was amazing.
- Not just a pretty face.
- I guess.
- You know what? I think you
could do with some looking after.
- I know what you're doing.
- What?
- I do not need
a personal assistant.
- Oh, you so do,
as long as it's not me.
(CELL PHONE RINGTONE BARKS)
- What's that?
- My sister Lola.
- Well, are you gonna get it?
- Nope.
She'll just be nagging me
about something and it won't
stop ringing until I answer it.
- Yeah, how many siblings
do you have?
- Nine.
(BARKING RINGTONE CONTINUES)
- Wow.
- The rhythm method, baby.
works every time.
- Do all your brothers and sisters
have their own ringtone?
- Yeah, just saves time.
At the dinner table? Seriously?
- Just one more comb through
before bed.
- Don't take your iPad to bed.
- I won't.
- Seriously, it's
really bad for you.
- I know. That's why I never do it.
- MADISON: This bed's comfy.
- Night.
- I can see the light
under the door.
- Good night!
(CAT MEOWS)
(SUSPICIOUS MUSIC)
- It was a ratepayer's meeting
at the council to discuss
changes in planning regulations.
- What can you tell me
about this guy?
- Ah... I don't really know him,
but he was arguing against changes
to building height limits.
He owns an investment property
across the road from here.
We were planning to sell our house
to developers, who were gonna
knock it down and build apartments.
- Did he talk to Michael?
- Ah, not at that meeting,
but he came to our door once.
He said that if we allow developers
in, it would block his view of
the harbour and cost himmoney.
He was very insistent.
He offered to buy us out.
- And you said no, obviously.
- Well, I was tempted.
He would've kept the house as is.
But, um... Michael said
the offer wasn't good enough.
- Was it an acrimonious discussion?
- Well, it ended that way. Michael
slammed the door in his face.
Does this have anything to do
with why Michael was killed?
- I don't know yet.
- Who is he?
- Can we book Mr Jason
for Wednesday week, please?
I'll see you then, Bryce.
Well, hello.
- Got a minute?
- Uh, I have exactly two minutes,
but for you, three.
- OK. Michael Suzmann, the man
that Tamara supposedly shot.
- Yes.
- Why didn't you tell me that
you offered to buy his house?
- Sorry?
- Five months ago at Bratten Rd.
- That was Michael Suzmann's house?
- It was.
Well, before he was murdered
by your patient, allegedly.
- (STAMMERS) Yeah, I had no idea.
- It's a coincidence, isn't it?
- It is.
- Unless it isn't.
What's your memory of the
conversation you had with
Michael at his front door?
- Uh... As I recall, it was civil,
it was amicable. It was very short.
- Well, apparently you were
most insistent and he slammed
the door in your face.
- No, that's not right.
- Do you recollect where you were
when he was shot?
- Why?
- Well, just cos I wanna know.
You know, I'm an obsessive.
- (CHUCKLES DRILY)
Uh, yep. Look, you give me a date.
- March 20.
- I will check my diary.
- It's a lucky thing that Michael's
wife has decided not to sell, right?
- Erica, hi. Come on through.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(LAID-BACK JAZZ MUSIC)
- Could that be a man?
- A small man, maybe, but the
papergirl ID'd a woman, right?
- You know those
phone calls you were tracing?
How long did they last?
- First one was a minute and a half.
The second wasn't answered.
- I think it's time you
made an appointment to visit
Tamara Innes' shrink.
- What for?
- Check out his computer,
see if he's the one who created
those mystery phone numbers.
- Oh, sure. 'You don't
know me, doctor, but give us
a look at your computer!'
- Just go in as a patient.
I've got a GP who can get you in.
- You're kidding, right?
- You did that fiddle-de-dee with
Tamara's phone. That was smooth.
- That's not the same thing.
- Yes, it is. Exactly the same.
What's the worst thing
that can happen?
- What am I supposed to say
is wrong with me?
- I dunno, just choose.
Personality disorder?
- No, I can't do that.
- Yes, you can. You're always
banging on about how smart you are.
- Alexa, I'm not doing it!
- So what brings on
these anxiety attacks?
- Well, I'm pretty sure
they're brought on by stress
caused by the woman I work with.
- This is your boss?
- Yes. I think she
wants to get rid of me.
- Uh-huh. But you're keen to
remain in the job, obviously?
- For sure. The thing is, she has
no idea how much she needs my help.
- Can you describe a situation where
an anxiety attack might occur?
- So, she might ask me to
do something I don't want to and
I'll say, 'I don't want to doit!'
- Something extraneous
to your job description?
- (CHUCKLES) Extraneous, exactly.
But she'll make me do it anyway.
- Oh, that does sound stressful.
- It really is.
- Is she aware that you
feel like her behaviour is
having this effect on you?
- She should. We've known
each other for a while.
- But you haven't told her?
- She's not always a great listener.
- Uh-huh.
OK.
The, uh... The first thing
that I'd like you to do is to
think back to the last time
that you had one of
these anxiety attacks.
- Where the hell is she?
Her appointment was two hours ago.
I mean, she couldn't be in trouble.
That wouldn't happen.
(TENSE MUSIC)
- That was great. Thank you so much.
- Oh, not a problem.
Now, look, you shouldn't
expect to feel completely well
after just one session,
but if you wanna meet with me
again, just ring. There's
no need for another referral.
- No, I'll do that.
- I hope your relationship
with your boss improves.
- Yeah, me too.
- Oh, and your cat allergy
is better.
- How did you know about that?
- Say hi to Alexa for me.
And if you could give her this,
it'll save me a phone call.
(TENSE MUSIC)
- But look, no sneezing! Amazing.
- What did he do?
- Just talked to me. But I don't
have any idea how he knew about
you. I didn't mention you once.
What do you think?
- I think he's a man
who plays games.
- Yeah, what's with the note?
- It's where he says he was
when Michael Suzmann was killed,
working at the farm in Makarau.
- Want me to check that out?
- Nah, it's almost certainly true.
What about the computer?
- What do you mean?
- McMaster's laptop?
I asked you to look into it.
- When?
- Madison.
What exactly happened
in that conversation?
- I went in, sat on the sofa,
told him how my boss is filling
my life with anxiety and stress.
- Thank you.
- Then he did some visualisation
stuff, told me to concentrate
on my breathing and relax.
- And?
- And he talked to me, then I left.
- You know you were in there
more than two hours?
- Well, it didn't feel like that.
Wh―
(SUSPENSEFUL JAZZ MUSIC)
- Harry, have you still
got Tamara Innes in custody,
or has she been released?
(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)
Tamara. Tamara!
Please, I need to talk to you.
It's important.
- My lawyer told me
not to speak to anyone.
- I think I can help you,
if you'll let me.
Just two minutes.
- So Dr McMaster met
the man who was shot?
- He did, not long before
your first appointment with him.
Did he ever mention
Michael Suzmann's name to you?
- No, no, why would he?
- Why did you seek out the doctor's
help in the first place?
- Well, I was a mess.
You know, after the...
After the fire, my life fell apart.
I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep.
Nothing had any purpose.
I was all alone.
It was...
It was worse than the worst
kind of physical pain, you know?
- Did you have any blackouts, you
know, time periods that you lost?
- No.
- You sure about that?
So, what treatments did
the good doctor give you?
- Well, at first it was just
pills to help me sleep, and then
he just... He just relaxed me.
He just talked to me about
refocusing my life.
He gave me an exercise routine.
- Oh, running?
- Yeah.
- And how did he relax you?
- Hypnotherapy.
(LAID-BACK MUSIC)
- Listen to this. (READS)
'The brains of people who are
susceptible to hypnotherapy
'are different to the brains
of people who are not.
'Specifically, there are stronger
connections between the dorsolateral
prefrontal cortex and the insula,
'And this creates a greater
capacity for disassociation
between action and reflections.'
- So...
- So read it!
0.1% of people are
hypersusceptible to hypnotherapy.
Well, what if Tamara Innes
is one of those?
- What, you think
her psychiatrist programmed
her to shoot Michael Suzmann?
- Starting to think it's possible.
- You're kidding, right?
Tell me you're kidding.
- Morning, Reuben.
- Bread man cometh.
- Bread woman!
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Bread man's a better pun.
- It's not a pun!
- (CHUCKLES)
Ooh, still warm!
Beautiful.
Now, what can I get
you guys for breakfast?
- You can't hypnotise someone
into doing something that
violates their value systems.
- How do you know that?
- I know a lot of stuff.
Look it up. Nice try, no banana.
- So no banana for breakfast?
- Please forgive my rude and
very ignorant friend, but I would
love some coffee and scrambled eggs.
And extra sourdough, please.
- You got it.
- Thanks.
- (SNIFFS) Mm!
- MADISON: How was breakfast?
- Well, the food was great
and the company stank.
- What do you think?
- I need GPS data
from Tamara Innes' phone.
- Well, I'm nearly done.
- No, now. Forget the shirt.
- You know, if I really do have an
anxiety attack, it'll be your fault.
- Fine.
- OK, what do you need?
- Has she been in Makarau?
- She was there the day before
the shooting. How did you know that?
- OK, which way?
- That way.
- All right, let's go.
- What are we looking for?
- It's one of those 'I'll know
when I see it' kinds of things.
- Oh, great. One of those.
I don't think I'm wearing
the right shoes.
- Come on, I believe in you.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
You know, that is the
second biggest Newton's cradle
that I've ever seen.
- Where have you seen a bigger one?
- Get Smart.
- I am smart.
He's got one of those on his desk.
- Yeah, the transfer of impulse
from one body to another.
So, how much further?
- Not far.
Should be up here.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
You know, when I told my parents
I was coming to work with you,
my father said it was
a chance to experience new
and interesting things.
- Well, he wasn't wrong, was he?
- Yeah, you think?
(SIGHS) Look, Tamara's location data
says she was around here somewhere.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
Did you find something?
- Yes.
Gimme the keys.
- Are you going to tell me
what you're doin'?
- Keys, please.
Thank you.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC CONTINUES)
Did you really take
long service leave to come here?
- Yeah, three months' full pay.
- Three months?
- Mm.
- You must've joined the
police when you were like―
- 16.
Youngest forensic data analyst ever.
- Well, that is impressive.
- Well, it was either that or be
charged with illegally accessing
the government's inquiry
into climate change.
- Oh, yeah? Why'd you do that?
- Because I could!
(CAR APPROACHES)
- Hello.
Nice car.
- Oh.
Thank you.
- Looks like you're in the market
for a midlife crisis.
- (CHUCKLES DRILY)
Wanna tell me what you're
doing on my property?
- Oh, just looking around. It's
a great spread you've got here.
- Uh-huh. Well,
gets me out of the house.
How's your anxiety going?
- It's much better, thanks (!)
- Good to hear.
I thought you might like
to know that I've reported your
little excursion to the police.
- Guess dinner's off then.
- (CHUCKLES DRILY)
- The more I see that guy,
the less I like him.
- Yeah.
(CELL PHONE RINGTONE BARKS)
- My sister again!
- Wait a minute.
Were there special ringtones
on Tamara's phone when she was
called from those VoIP numbers?
- I can check.
- Yeah, you check. I'll drive.
(BIRDS SQUAWK)
(CRUISY MUSIC)
- Apparently you've
been trespassing.
- Would you like me to accompany
you down to the station, officer?
- I was thinking of dragging you
out of the house in handcuffs.
Looks better on TV.
- Keeping the community safe.
I see what you're doing there.
- You have unusual methods.
- Never promised you a rose garden.
- James McMaster has important
friends. He can make life difficult.
- Now that's a coincidence,
because I was thinking of
doing the same thing to him.
Present for ya.
You might wanna get those down
to ballistics.
(ENGINE HUMS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(GUN CLICKS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
- So, the spell wore off and
you turned into a consultant?
Are you sure that it wore off?
- I gotta say, I have not been on
a firing range for years, and I am
really happy to know I still got it.
- (CHUCKLES DRILY)
It's time you left.
- Don't be a killjoy.
I just got here.
- Are you planning on
shooting me, Alexa?
- Don't be silly.
I just came to tell you a story.
It's about a well-known doctor
whose pride and ego are so out of
control that he can't stand losing,
especially when money's involved.
- Mm-hm.
- And he tries to buy a house
to stop the view from his
investment property being lost.
But like any good narcissist, when
he's told to get stuffed, he thinks
that revenge is his only option.
But right about this time,
a patient walks into his office
and he realises she's a
one-in-a-thousand hypnosis subject.
And that's when
he puts it together ―
using her, he can have the
homeowner killed and make it look
like he's had nothing to dowith it!
Two birds, one stone.
- Wow.
You're out of your mind.
- It gets better.
So, over months of treatment
sessions, he conditions the patient
to become totally suggestible,
so she'll do whatever he wants,
whenever he wants,
and he gets her to come out
to his farm, and he trains her
to shoot a gun, like this.
(GUNSHOTS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
And then he makes her forget
that she was ever there.
How do you like my story so far?
- Mm, it's hilarious.
- But how to get her to act
contrary to her moral code?
Well, that's a tricky one.
But our doctor is very, very
clever, and he trains her to think
that she's just shooting atarget
instead of this poor bloke
that he's been following
secretly on his morning run.
And to get her pull the trigger
at exactly the right moment,
he uses a very special ringtone
that is programmed into her phone.
(CELL PHONE RINGTONE SQUAWKS)
- (CHUCKLES)
And how do you think you
could ever prove any of this?
- Shall we give it a go?
Tamara.
Hold this for me, love.
Will I play the ringtone?
- Please do. I'm intrigued.
- Oh!
What am I thinking of?
I forgot the most important part.
Michael Suzmann's shirt colour.
We wouldn't want her
to shoot the wrong person.
- No, no, no! Don't play that!
(CELL PHONE RINGTONE SQUAWKS)
No, no, no!
(GUNSHOTS)
- It's all right, Tamara.
- (PANTS)
(PANTS)
- Relax, they're just blanks.
Now look into my eyes.
Look into my eyes! Hey.
And breathe with me.
- (PANTS)
- In and out.
(CRUISY JAZZ MUSIC)
Wow.
Eh.
Madison?
Madison?
- I'm coming.
Oh, that looks great on you.
- Where you goin'?
- Well, you said three days
and I've been here five.
- Yeah. How long were
you expecting to stay?
- Oh, I was prepared to give it a
couple of months, but that's cool.
It's been great hanging out.
- Yeah, it has.
- Well.
- Well.
- I guess I'll see ya 'round.
- Yeah.
That bag's empty, isn't it?
- Yes.
- You really suck at this,
don't you?
- Yeah.
Is that a door key?
- Now, if you can guess
which door, you can have it.
- Ooh, front door.
- The prize goes to the lady
with the empty travel case.
- I can pay rent.
- Yes, you will.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(LAID-BACK SOULFUL MUSIC)
Oh, hi.
- Nice shirt.
- Oh, this old thing?
- Kieran said you drink white.
- Very nice.
Now, I do drink red too,
but only, like, super good red.
- Noted.
We're getting Tamara some help.
- Excellent. What about the
good doctor? You charged him?
- Conspiracy to murder.
Publicity will take some shine
off his halo at the very least.
- Yeah, I'd like to see that.
Now, regarding hypnotism ―
I believe you owe me an apology.
- Yeah, why don't you ask me in
and we can talk about it?
- Easy.
I hardly know ya.
(SOULFUL MUSIC)
Thanks for the wine!
- Wanna watch a movie?
(SNEEZES)
- Good boy.
- # So good at being in trouble.
- Oh, this is a good one.
- Yeah?
- Ah!
- All right, what is going on
with you and that place?
Every time you come back,
you've got that face on.
- There's nothing wrong
with my face.
- He died three weeks ago when he
was out for his regular training.
- Shark attack?
- The surf was too big,
he had a heart attack,
and I couldn't get to him.
- Rory couldn't have been
more unlucky if he tried.
- You're doing a great service
for your country.
- OK.
- Do you ever finish any of
the food that you buy, or?
- You'll get used to it, mate.
She's an acquired taste.
- I just don't care for the beach.
for the love not the money.
# But they're
living in the sunlight.
# Rich, not working,
got a daddy, turns a blind eye.
# Oh, just to be so young
and in love, right?
# And here I stay, in the gutter,
churning butter into diamonds.
# Diamonds.
# Diamonds.
# Ch-churning butter into diamonds.
# Diamonds.
# Diamonds.
# Ch-churning butter into diamonds.
# Diamonds.
# Diamonds. #
(UPBEAT POP MUSIC ENDS)
(MAN SCREAMS)
- Tempted?
- Sorry?
- To do the jump.
- Not without my brown pants.
- Go on. Dare ya.
- I'm waiting for someone.
- Oh, she's always late.
You've got time.
- Alexa.
- Go on, I heard you have guts.
- Who told you that?
- Kieran, my old colleague from
Melbourne. Yours too, I hear.
- He tells me you're the best
investigator he's ever worked with.
- Well, you say that like
you don't believe him.
- Well, the proof of the pudding's
in the eating, as they say.
- What do you want, Harry?
- Kieran said you might be able
to help me out with a case.
- Sweet of him.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
Well?
- Michael Suzmann.
No criminal record,
didn't gamble, no debts.
Four weeks ago, he was out
on his early morning run,
when out of nowhere,
a woman appears with a handgun.
(GUNSHOTS)
Shoots him four times.
(HAUNTING MUSIC)
Feels like a hit, right?
- How do you know
the shooter was a woman?
- There was a witness.
A 12-year-old kid.
ID'd.
Her.
Tamara Innes.
Single, widowed.
No kids.
What?
- Like me.
You're gonna say, like me.
- Was I?
- Weren't you?
- Nah, I'd never be so forward.
- I'll have you know,
I'm only civil most of the time.
- Me too. Sometimes I am
and I'm not all at once.
- So you want me
to find your shooter?
- Already done that.
She's been charged and bailed.
- So―
- So something's not right.
She didn't know the victim.
Never met him.
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
As far as we can tell, she's never
fired a gun, let alone owned one.
- You got the murder weapon?
- Not yet.
- Wow, you must think the brief's
gonna fly if you've charged.
- I didn't want to. I was overruled.
- Do your higher-ups
know you're talking to me?
- No.
- (CHUCKLES) You'll be popular.
- I don't care.
There's too many loose ends.
Tamara Innes received two phone
calls on the morning of the murder ―
the first one 20 minutes
before the shooting and
the second one immediately before,
from different numbers,
and we haven't been able
to trace either of them.
- Well, what did she say about them?
- Denies everything ― phone calls,
the shooting, all of it.
I think...
she was set up.
- By whom?
- You ever sent an
innocent person to prison?
- I'd like to think not.
- Same here. It'd be good
to keep it that way.
- I know someone
who can trace those calls.
(CRUISY MUSIC)
- Look at you, still baking bread.
I love it!
- Madison, what are you doing?
- Your mate Harry said you needed
me. How good is long service leave?
- He is not my mate. And
I asked you to trace a couple
of phone calls, not emigrate!
- Are you going to ask me in?
- Did you trace the phone calls?
- I'm working on it. Come on,
do you want my help or not?
- Three days, no more.
- Oh, yeah! Band's
gettin' back to together!
(CHUCKLES)
(CRUISY MUSIC)
Hey, what a great place.
Have you been here since
you left without telling me?
- Pretty much.
- Why did you leave
without telling me?
- I wanted to see my brother before―
While I still could.
- What does that mean?
- Spare room's on the left.
- Well, you won't
regret this, I promise.
- Don't promises you can't keep.
- (SNEEZES)
Oh, don't tell me
you've got another cat.
(CAT PURRS)
(LAID-BACK JAZZ MUSIC)
Are these clothes the police
found in Tamara's house?
- Mm-hm.
- Well, they're the same.
- Could've been planted.
OK, look, this is her the next day.
First police interview.
- No, (STAMMERS)
it's absolutely not true.
I did not hurt anyone.
I did not kill anyone.
I had nothing to do with this.
Nothing!
- She seem guilty to you?
- You don't think so?
(TIMER BEEPS)
- Oh, I've interviewed
a few murderers in my time.
- Are you still selling your bread?
- Yep. Cafe up the street, Reuben's.
- Do you get a good price?
- How long's it gonna
take you to trace those calls?
- Give me another few hours.
Looks like they were created
overseas somewhere.
(CELL PHONE RINGS, VIBRATES)
Not again! (SIGHS)
Hi, Mum.
Yep, I'm fine.
No, Alexa's asked me
to stay at her place.
Yes, I have my own room.
Mum, I can't talk now. I'm working.
(DOOR OPENS)
OK, I will.
Bye.
God, you'd you think I'd gone
to Afghanistan or something.
She's such a worry...
Alexa?
(CRUISY JAZZ MUSIC)
(BIRDS SQUAWK)
- Great view.
- Oh, the deck wasn't
here originally. Michael
built it before the kids.
- Wow. Public servant and
a carpenter. He was clever.
- He was good at everything he did.
We were gonna sell this place
and build a new house, but, um...
- What happened to Michael
was awful. I'm sorry.
- (SNIFFS) Oh, the, um...
The funeral was lovely. The
children said wonderful things.
- Thank you.
- Please.
(SIGHS)
- Look, the woman that was charged ―
in the police report, you said
you'd never seen her before?
- Never.
- Well, she lives right around here.
Is there a chance that Michael
could have met her,
had some sort of altercation?
- He wasn't having
an affair with her.
- That's not what I meant.
- It's the first thing
everyone thinks. Michael wasn't
that person. He was a good man.
The police found nothing
because there was nothing to find.
No secret phone calls, no text
messages, no dangerous liaisons.
(SIGHS) It's so wrong people
can just... trash his memory.
- Well, have you thought
about why she or anyone
would have wanted to do this?
- Of course, all the time.
And I have no idea. Michael was
loved by everyone who knew him.
- Did he run at
the same time every morning?
- 5.30am every day.
In his favourite runners,
favourite shorts,
purple football jersey, and...
(SCOFFS) his lucky red socks.
- In your statement to police,
you said that Michael had been
followed a couple of times.
- Well, he thought he had.
He wasn't sure.
- Did he see who it was?
- No.
But we know who it was, don't we?
The woman that shot him in
cold blood, Tamara Innes.
And she's... She's not even in jail.
(SIGHS)
How dare she take him away from us?
(LAID-BACK MUSIC)
- Such a great city.
Have you been to the gelato place
or the fish markets?
- Tell me about the phone calls.
- OK, so they were made from VoIP
numbers, set up from a computer with
an IP address somewhere in Spain
using a virtual private network.
Both numbers now disconnected.
- OK, break it down for me into
English. Who owns the IP address?
- Impossible to say.
- So?
- Untraceable.
- Excellent. You've come all
this way to be no use whatsoever.
- Incorrect. Now you know
that whoever made calls didn't
wanna be found. That's useful.
Want some?
All right, where do we go from here?
- I'm going to visit
the alleged shooter.
- Cool.
- You can book a flight home
if you like.
- What happened to three days?
- Pretty sure I said three hours!
- Days!
You said days.
(LAID-BACK JAZZ MUSIC)
- Hello.
- Morning.
Let me know if you need any help.
- I will, thank you.
Oh, these are very nice.
- Thai silk, they're gorgeous.
Morning.
- Hi. Fabulous shop.
- Oh, I've got some photos here
of the weavers from my last trip
to Chiang Mai. Let me show you.
You see? The... The machines
are handmade as well.
This technique is
hundreds of years old.
- It's amazing.
- Mm.
Do you have anything
particular in mind?
- Well, I wanna make some
silk ties for my brother-in-law.
It's his birthday.
- Oh, lovely.
- Yeah, I used to love the ones
that my husband had.
There was a herringbone one, and the
other one was a geometric pattern,
kind of like an Escher drawing
- Any colours?
- Yes, the herringbone one
was green,
and the other one was
sort of pastely sky blue.
- You know, I think
I have something out back.
- Would― Would this one work?
I mean, I know that my husband
would've loved that.
- Did he pass away?
- Yeah, a few years ago now.
- I'm sorry.
I..
I lost my husband
just 10 months ago.
- No.
- I... still miss him.
Every day.
- I bet.
- The... The ties
are for his brother.
- Mm-hm, that's right.
- What a lovely way to
keep him in your thoughts.
- Uh, yeah, I'll take 2m, please.
- This pattern is so pretty.
- I'll be with you in just a minute.
- She talks to a total stranger
about how much she misses
her dead husband.
- I know, it's like
dead husband week here.
Sorry.
- The point is, it's not what
you expect from a woman who's
killed her secret lover.
- Hm, depends how secret
she wants the lover to be.
- Can you copy the contents of any
phone to your cloud account?
- Yep.
- Mine?
- Sure.
Alexa, as if.
The two VoIP phone numbers
are in her contacts.
- With names.
- No, but she obviously knew who
they were if she put them in there.
Did the case notes say anything
about Tamara's mental health?
- Yeah, there was a reference
to depression. Why?
- Her diary says she
was seeing a shrink. Once
a fortnight for five months.
Last appointment was a month ago.
- Oh.
- Go on. Say you're glad I came.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
- Hello. I'm here
to see Dr McMaster.
- Oh, do you have an appointment?
- No, I called about half an hour
ago. Alexa Crowe.
- Oh, yes. Just let me finish up...
this.
Right. Nice to you.
- Oh, you're Dr McMaster?
- I am, yeah. James, please.
- And you run your own reception?
- Oh, no, no. My receptionist
has an exam tomorrow,
so I gave her the day off.
- That's good of you.
- It is, considering
I'm an appalling typist.
Would you like to come in?
- Please.
- So you say you work with
the police. What does that mean?
- I'm a consultant of sorts.
- Ooh, that sounds nebulous.
- I can put you in touch
with a detective if you wanna
check my bona fides.
- No, no, there's no need.
How can I help?
- Can you tell me why
Tamara Innes was seeing you?
- Uh, I need to be a bit careful.
I've been told that I might be
called as a defence witness
for her trial, and―
- Patient confidentiality.
I understand.
I'm just trying to get some sense
of how she could have done
what she's accused of and why.
- Yeah. Yeah, it's a...
a puzzle, I agree.
- Well, when you were
treating her, did you ever think
she was capable of violence?
- I really didn't, no.
She's a lovely woman
who's coped with an awful lot.
And if she did do this horrible
thing, it means that I missed
something, that I failed her.
That's... quite confronting.
- Was it just depression
that she had?
- Oh, I'm so sorry. I just―
I can't talk specifics.
But there was...
a lot of emotional trauma
after her husband died.
- Well, I do get that.
- You can relate?
- Yes, I can.
- When people lose the love of
their life, it can leave them
feeling hollowed out.
The stages of grief are very real,
but they very rarely
play out as the textbooks say.
They often come unexpectedly,
randomly.
- I'm still not sure
I ever made it past anger.
- (CHUCKLES)
Well, you present very well
for an angry person.
- You got me on a good day.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Well, thanks for the chat.
- Well, I don't feel
like I've been much help.
- I don't know about that.
So if you've been tapped to be
a defence witness, I'm guessing
you don't think Tamara's guilty?
- I really don't want her to be.
- Well, thank you.
- Hey, um...
Do you wanna grab a meal?
Food's great when you're angry.
- What kind of a meal?
- I don't know. You choose.
- Hey.
- MADISON, ON PHONE:
Have you got any lentils?
- Why?
- I'm cooking dinner.
Persian soup and lamb tagine.
- Did I ask you to cook, Madison?
- You don't like Persian food?
- (SIGHS) To be honest,
I was kind of hoping you were
calling from the airport.
- I delivered your bread
to Reuben's cafe. He's hot,
in case you haven't noticed.
- There is no dignity in sucking up.
- Well, how's this for sucking up?
Tamara Innes takes the
same route home from her shop
every evening at 6,
except for the night
of the shooting.
- Go on.
- According to her location data,
on that night she left at 9,
went via the harbour,
and stopped for one minute,
27 seconds.
- Where at the harbour?
How long have you been in homicide?
- About 12 years.
Started off in fraud,
but didn't go for it much.
Don't get along with desks.
- Me neither.
- Hey, you've gotta keep
your heart rate up.
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
And there it is.
- Can you just let me
talk to her first?
I really need to know why.
- I've got her passport.
She's not going anywhere.
Thanks for your help.
(INTRIGUING SOULFUL MUSIC)
- Back again?
- Seems I am.
- I'm just about to close up.
Do you want more silk for your ties?
- Tamara, the police found the gun
that you threw in the harbour.
- Who― Who are you?
I found the gun in one of
my pockets that morning.
I have no idea how it got there.
And then I saw a report of the
shooting on the news and I panicked.
- Why didn't you take
the gun to the police?
- Cos I was scared.
When my husband died, the
police asked me so many questions,
so many awful, awful questions
that made me feel like
I was responsible for his death.
- How did your husband die?
- There was a fire in the garage.
He was working under the car.
He couldn't get out in time.
It was a nightmare.
Now I'm... Now I'm
stuck in another one.
You don't believe me.
- Tamara, I want you to tell me
exactly what you did the morning
that Michael Suzmann was shot.
- I've been through this
so many times!
- Once more. Just for me, please.
- All right.
I woke up at 5.30am.
I got dressed. I went for a run.
- Do you always go the same way?
- Yes, down past the creek
to the bay and back.
I got home, had a shower, breakfast.
Then I found the gun.
- So you found the gun
after your shower?
- Yes.
- You didn't notice it before?
- No.
- How long were you in the shower?
- I don't know.
(STAMMERS) Five minutes?
- You know the two phone calls
that you got?
- I didn't get any phone calls
- Tamara, you did. They're
logged in your phone records.
- I don't know anything about
any damn phone calls. I don't even
take my phone with me whenI run.
- Your phone was in the same
place at the same time when
Michael Suzmann was killed.
It's a verifiable fact!
- No, well, maybe somebody stole it
and put it there, because―
Because it certainly wasn't me!
- Was your phone at home
when you got back from your run?
- Yeah.
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
What's gonna happen to me?
- Hey, come with me.
- What will happen to her?
- Well, the charges will
stay the same, but the brief
of evidence should firm up.
I think she's gonna need
all the help you can give her.
- You know, I've been
over and over her case notes.
Grief can have profound effects.
- Like?
- Dyspraxia, psychogenic blackouts,
disassociation.
- She had blackouts?
- Ah, that's not fair.
- What's fair?
- I can't tell you anything
without a court order.
- Well, you can't
blame me for trying.
- So ex-cop turns police
consultant. How does that happen?
- I wasn't home before midnight
and the spell wore off.
- (CHUCKLES DRILY) Not gonna lose
one of your glass slippers, are you?
- Never understood that
glass slipper thing.
Ridiculously uncomfortable.
- Seriously, though, I am intrigued.
- I left the police force a few
years ago, but I'm an obsessive.
It's a bit like an itch.
- Hm, you should
see someone about that.
- Oh, anyone in particular?
- Uh, yeah, but he doesn't
date his patients.
- I think not. That kind of thing
can lead to trouble.
- (CHUCKLES)
No, I can honestly say this
is some of the worst yakitori
I've ever had in my life.
- LAUGHS: I know. I'm so sorry!
- (CHUCKLES)
Maybe I should choose
the venue next time.
- Maybe you should.
- Mm-hm.
Let's find a bin
somewhere down here.
- (CHUCKLES)
(LAID-BACK JAZZ MUSIC)
(DOOR SHUTS)
- You're late.
- Oh, make yourself at home (!)
- I'm making you a blouse.
- Who said I wanted one?
- 'Oh, thank you, Madison.
How kind.'
- Wait, that's the silk I bought.
- Well, I thought the whole
brother-in-law tie thing
was just a story.
- It doesn't mean I wanted a blouse.
- I'll buy you some more.
- Well, you'd better hurry up, cos
that shop won't be open much longer.
- You found the gun?
- Yes, and now Tamara's helping
the police with their enquiries.
- Happy Harry.
- No, he's a bit disappointed,
actually. So am I.
And by the way, a Persian dinner
and a blouse do not
a room in my house buy.
- Does everything have to
be transactional? You should
read the gospel of Matthew.
- Oh, yes, we're doing
that at book club next (!)
- Chapter five, Sermon on the Mount.
- Anything that says the meek
shall go out and gun down
a random stranger?
- Michael Suzmann's social media?
You hunting for a motive?
- Yeah, something, anything.
I mean, people don't go out and
just get murdered for reason.
- Could've been mistaken identity.
- Or something.
I just don't believe
Tamara's a killer.
- There was witness. The gun was in
her clothes and she disposed of it.
It's kind of definite,isn't it?
- Then why do I
still not believe it?
- Hey, take a break.
Have something to eat.
- Nah, I just had yakitori.
- I guarantee this will be better.
- Whatever.
That was amazing.
- Not just a pretty face.
- I guess.
- You know what? I think you
could do with some looking after.
- I know what you're doing.
- What?
- I do not need
a personal assistant.
- Oh, you so do,
as long as it's not me.
(CELL PHONE RINGTONE BARKS)
- What's that?
- My sister Lola.
- Well, are you gonna get it?
- Nope.
She'll just be nagging me
about something and it won't
stop ringing until I answer it.
- Yeah, how many siblings
do you have?
- Nine.
(BARKING RINGTONE CONTINUES)
- Wow.
- The rhythm method, baby.
works every time.
- Do all your brothers and sisters
have their own ringtone?
- Yeah, just saves time.
At the dinner table? Seriously?
- Just one more comb through
before bed.
- Don't take your iPad to bed.
- I won't.
- Seriously, it's
really bad for you.
- I know. That's why I never do it.
- MADISON: This bed's comfy.
- Night.
- I can see the light
under the door.
- Good night!
(CAT MEOWS)
(SUSPICIOUS MUSIC)
- It was a ratepayer's meeting
at the council to discuss
changes in planning regulations.
- What can you tell me
about this guy?
- Ah... I don't really know him,
but he was arguing against changes
to building height limits.
He owns an investment property
across the road from here.
We were planning to sell our house
to developers, who were gonna
knock it down and build apartments.
- Did he talk to Michael?
- Ah, not at that meeting,
but he came to our door once.
He said that if we allow developers
in, it would block his view of
the harbour and cost himmoney.
He was very insistent.
He offered to buy us out.
- And you said no, obviously.
- Well, I was tempted.
He would've kept the house as is.
But, um... Michael said
the offer wasn't good enough.
- Was it an acrimonious discussion?
- Well, it ended that way. Michael
slammed the door in his face.
Does this have anything to do
with why Michael was killed?
- I don't know yet.
- Who is he?
- Can we book Mr Jason
for Wednesday week, please?
I'll see you then, Bryce.
Well, hello.
- Got a minute?
- Uh, I have exactly two minutes,
but for you, three.
- OK. Michael Suzmann, the man
that Tamara supposedly shot.
- Yes.
- Why didn't you tell me that
you offered to buy his house?
- Sorry?
- Five months ago at Bratten Rd.
- That was Michael Suzmann's house?
- It was.
Well, before he was murdered
by your patient, allegedly.
- (STAMMERS) Yeah, I had no idea.
- It's a coincidence, isn't it?
- It is.
- Unless it isn't.
What's your memory of the
conversation you had with
Michael at his front door?
- Uh... As I recall, it was civil,
it was amicable. It was very short.
- Well, apparently you were
most insistent and he slammed
the door in your face.
- No, that's not right.
- Do you recollect where you were
when he was shot?
- Why?
- Well, just cos I wanna know.
You know, I'm an obsessive.
- (CHUCKLES DRILY)
Uh, yep. Look, you give me a date.
- March 20.
- I will check my diary.
- It's a lucky thing that Michael's
wife has decided not to sell, right?
- Erica, hi. Come on through.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(LAID-BACK JAZZ MUSIC)
- Could that be a man?
- A small man, maybe, but the
papergirl ID'd a woman, right?
- You know those
phone calls you were tracing?
How long did they last?
- First one was a minute and a half.
The second wasn't answered.
- I think it's time you
made an appointment to visit
Tamara Innes' shrink.
- What for?
- Check out his computer,
see if he's the one who created
those mystery phone numbers.
- Oh, sure. 'You don't
know me, doctor, but give us
a look at your computer!'
- Just go in as a patient.
I've got a GP who can get you in.
- You're kidding, right?
- You did that fiddle-de-dee with
Tamara's phone. That was smooth.
- That's not the same thing.
- Yes, it is. Exactly the same.
What's the worst thing
that can happen?
- What am I supposed to say
is wrong with me?
- I dunno, just choose.
Personality disorder?
- No, I can't do that.
- Yes, you can. You're always
banging on about how smart you are.
- Alexa, I'm not doing it!
- So what brings on
these anxiety attacks?
- Well, I'm pretty sure
they're brought on by stress
caused by the woman I work with.
- This is your boss?
- Yes. I think she
wants to get rid of me.
- Uh-huh. But you're keen to
remain in the job, obviously?
- For sure. The thing is, she has
no idea how much she needs my help.
- Can you describe a situation where
an anxiety attack might occur?
- So, she might ask me to
do something I don't want to and
I'll say, 'I don't want to doit!'
- Something extraneous
to your job description?
- (CHUCKLES) Extraneous, exactly.
But she'll make me do it anyway.
- Oh, that does sound stressful.
- It really is.
- Is she aware that you
feel like her behaviour is
having this effect on you?
- She should. We've known
each other for a while.
- But you haven't told her?
- She's not always a great listener.
- Uh-huh.
OK.
The, uh... The first thing
that I'd like you to do is to
think back to the last time
that you had one of
these anxiety attacks.
- Where the hell is she?
Her appointment was two hours ago.
I mean, she couldn't be in trouble.
That wouldn't happen.
(TENSE MUSIC)
- That was great. Thank you so much.
- Oh, not a problem.
Now, look, you shouldn't
expect to feel completely well
after just one session,
but if you wanna meet with me
again, just ring. There's
no need for another referral.
- No, I'll do that.
- I hope your relationship
with your boss improves.
- Yeah, me too.
- Oh, and your cat allergy
is better.
- How did you know about that?
- Say hi to Alexa for me.
And if you could give her this,
it'll save me a phone call.
(TENSE MUSIC)
- But look, no sneezing! Amazing.
- What did he do?
- Just talked to me. But I don't
have any idea how he knew about
you. I didn't mention you once.
What do you think?
- I think he's a man
who plays games.
- Yeah, what's with the note?
- It's where he says he was
when Michael Suzmann was killed,
working at the farm in Makarau.
- Want me to check that out?
- Nah, it's almost certainly true.
What about the computer?
- What do you mean?
- McMaster's laptop?
I asked you to look into it.
- When?
- Madison.
What exactly happened
in that conversation?
- I went in, sat on the sofa,
told him how my boss is filling
my life with anxiety and stress.
- Thank you.
- Then he did some visualisation
stuff, told me to concentrate
on my breathing and relax.
- And?
- And he talked to me, then I left.
- You know you were in there
more than two hours?
- Well, it didn't feel like that.
Wh―
(SUSPENSEFUL JAZZ MUSIC)
- Harry, have you still
got Tamara Innes in custody,
or has she been released?
(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC)
Tamara. Tamara!
Please, I need to talk to you.
It's important.
- My lawyer told me
not to speak to anyone.
- I think I can help you,
if you'll let me.
Just two minutes.
- So Dr McMaster met
the man who was shot?
- He did, not long before
your first appointment with him.
Did he ever mention
Michael Suzmann's name to you?
- No, no, why would he?
- Why did you seek out the doctor's
help in the first place?
- Well, I was a mess.
You know, after the...
After the fire, my life fell apart.
I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep.
Nothing had any purpose.
I was all alone.
It was...
It was worse than the worst
kind of physical pain, you know?
- Did you have any blackouts, you
know, time periods that you lost?
- No.
- You sure about that?
So, what treatments did
the good doctor give you?
- Well, at first it was just
pills to help me sleep, and then
he just... He just relaxed me.
He just talked to me about
refocusing my life.
He gave me an exercise routine.
- Oh, running?
- Yeah.
- And how did he relax you?
- Hypnotherapy.
(LAID-BACK MUSIC)
- Listen to this. (READS)
'The brains of people who are
susceptible to hypnotherapy
'are different to the brains
of people who are not.
'Specifically, there are stronger
connections between the dorsolateral
prefrontal cortex and the insula,
'And this creates a greater
capacity for disassociation
between action and reflections.'
- So...
- So read it!
0.1% of people are
hypersusceptible to hypnotherapy.
Well, what if Tamara Innes
is one of those?
- What, you think
her psychiatrist programmed
her to shoot Michael Suzmann?
- Starting to think it's possible.
- You're kidding, right?
Tell me you're kidding.
- Morning, Reuben.
- Bread man cometh.
- Bread woman!
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Bread man's a better pun.
- It's not a pun!
- (CHUCKLES)
Ooh, still warm!
Beautiful.
Now, what can I get
you guys for breakfast?
- You can't hypnotise someone
into doing something that
violates their value systems.
- How do you know that?
- I know a lot of stuff.
Look it up. Nice try, no banana.
- So no banana for breakfast?
- Please forgive my rude and
very ignorant friend, but I would
love some coffee and scrambled eggs.
And extra sourdough, please.
- You got it.
- Thanks.
- (SNIFFS) Mm!
- MADISON: How was breakfast?
- Well, the food was great
and the company stank.
- What do you think?
- I need GPS data
from Tamara Innes' phone.
- Well, I'm nearly done.
- No, now. Forget the shirt.
- You know, if I really do have an
anxiety attack, it'll be your fault.
- Fine.
- OK, what do you need?
- Has she been in Makarau?
- She was there the day before
the shooting. How did you know that?
- OK, which way?
- That way.
- All right, let's go.
- What are we looking for?
- It's one of those 'I'll know
when I see it' kinds of things.
- Oh, great. One of those.
I don't think I'm wearing
the right shoes.
- Come on, I believe in you.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
You know, that is the
second biggest Newton's cradle
that I've ever seen.
- Where have you seen a bigger one?
- Get Smart.
- I am smart.
He's got one of those on his desk.
- Yeah, the transfer of impulse
from one body to another.
So, how much further?
- Not far.
Should be up here.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
You know, when I told my parents
I was coming to work with you,
my father said it was
a chance to experience new
and interesting things.
- Well, he wasn't wrong, was he?
- Yeah, you think?
(SIGHS) Look, Tamara's location data
says she was around here somewhere.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
Did you find something?
- Yes.
Gimme the keys.
- Are you going to tell me
what you're doin'?
- Keys, please.
Thank you.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC CONTINUES)
Did you really take
long service leave to come here?
- Yeah, three months' full pay.
- Three months?
- Mm.
- You must've joined the
police when you were like―
- 16.
Youngest forensic data analyst ever.
- Well, that is impressive.
- Well, it was either that or be
charged with illegally accessing
the government's inquiry
into climate change.
- Oh, yeah? Why'd you do that?
- Because I could!
(CAR APPROACHES)
- Hello.
Nice car.
- Oh.
Thank you.
- Looks like you're in the market
for a midlife crisis.
- (CHUCKLES DRILY)
Wanna tell me what you're
doing on my property?
- Oh, just looking around. It's
a great spread you've got here.
- Uh-huh. Well,
gets me out of the house.
How's your anxiety going?
- It's much better, thanks (!)
- Good to hear.
I thought you might like
to know that I've reported your
little excursion to the police.
- Guess dinner's off then.
- (CHUCKLES DRILY)
- The more I see that guy,
the less I like him.
- Yeah.
(CELL PHONE RINGTONE BARKS)
- My sister again!
- Wait a minute.
Were there special ringtones
on Tamara's phone when she was
called from those VoIP numbers?
- I can check.
- Yeah, you check. I'll drive.
(BIRDS SQUAWK)
(CRUISY MUSIC)
- Apparently you've
been trespassing.
- Would you like me to accompany
you down to the station, officer?
- I was thinking of dragging you
out of the house in handcuffs.
Looks better on TV.
- Keeping the community safe.
I see what you're doing there.
- You have unusual methods.
- Never promised you a rose garden.
- James McMaster has important
friends. He can make life difficult.
- Now that's a coincidence,
because I was thinking of
doing the same thing to him.
Present for ya.
You might wanna get those down
to ballistics.
(ENGINE HUMS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(GUN CLICKS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
- So, the spell wore off and
you turned into a consultant?
Are you sure that it wore off?
- I gotta say, I have not been on
a firing range for years, and I am
really happy to know I still got it.
- (CHUCKLES DRILY)
It's time you left.
- Don't be a killjoy.
I just got here.
- Are you planning on
shooting me, Alexa?
- Don't be silly.
I just came to tell you a story.
It's about a well-known doctor
whose pride and ego are so out of
control that he can't stand losing,
especially when money's involved.
- Mm-hm.
- And he tries to buy a house
to stop the view from his
investment property being lost.
But like any good narcissist, when
he's told to get stuffed, he thinks
that revenge is his only option.
But right about this time,
a patient walks into his office
and he realises she's a
one-in-a-thousand hypnosis subject.
And that's when
he puts it together ―
using her, he can have the
homeowner killed and make it look
like he's had nothing to dowith it!
Two birds, one stone.
- Wow.
You're out of your mind.
- It gets better.
So, over months of treatment
sessions, he conditions the patient
to become totally suggestible,
so she'll do whatever he wants,
whenever he wants,
and he gets her to come out
to his farm, and he trains her
to shoot a gun, like this.
(GUNSHOTS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
And then he makes her forget
that she was ever there.
How do you like my story so far?
- Mm, it's hilarious.
- But how to get her to act
contrary to her moral code?
Well, that's a tricky one.
But our doctor is very, very
clever, and he trains her to think
that she's just shooting atarget
instead of this poor bloke
that he's been following
secretly on his morning run.
And to get her pull the trigger
at exactly the right moment,
he uses a very special ringtone
that is programmed into her phone.
(CELL PHONE RINGTONE SQUAWKS)
- (CHUCKLES)
And how do you think you
could ever prove any of this?
- Shall we give it a go?
Tamara.
Hold this for me, love.
Will I play the ringtone?
- Please do. I'm intrigued.
- Oh!
What am I thinking of?
I forgot the most important part.
Michael Suzmann's shirt colour.
We wouldn't want her
to shoot the wrong person.
- No, no, no! Don't play that!
(CELL PHONE RINGTONE SQUAWKS)
No, no, no!
(GUNSHOTS)
- It's all right, Tamara.
- (PANTS)
(PANTS)
- Relax, they're just blanks.
Now look into my eyes.
Look into my eyes! Hey.
And breathe with me.
- (PANTS)
- In and out.
(CRUISY JAZZ MUSIC)
Wow.
Eh.
Madison?
Madison?
- I'm coming.
Oh, that looks great on you.
- Where you goin'?
- Well, you said three days
and I've been here five.
- Yeah. How long were
you expecting to stay?
- Oh, I was prepared to give it a
couple of months, but that's cool.
It's been great hanging out.
- Yeah, it has.
- Well.
- Well.
- I guess I'll see ya 'round.
- Yeah.
That bag's empty, isn't it?
- Yes.
- You really suck at this,
don't you?
- Yeah.
Is that a door key?
- Now, if you can guess
which door, you can have it.
- Ooh, front door.
- The prize goes to the lady
with the empty travel case.
- I can pay rent.
- Yes, you will.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(LAID-BACK SOULFUL MUSIC)
Oh, hi.
- Nice shirt.
- Oh, this old thing?
- Kieran said you drink white.
- Very nice.
Now, I do drink red too,
but only, like, super good red.
- Noted.
We're getting Tamara some help.
- Excellent. What about the
good doctor? You charged him?
- Conspiracy to murder.
Publicity will take some shine
off his halo at the very least.
- Yeah, I'd like to see that.
Now, regarding hypnotism ―
I believe you owe me an apology.
- Yeah, why don't you ask me in
and we can talk about it?
- Easy.
I hardly know ya.
(SOULFUL MUSIC)
Thanks for the wine!
- Wanna watch a movie?
(SNEEZES)
- Good boy.
- # So good at being in trouble.
- Oh, this is a good one.
- Yeah?
- Ah!
- All right, what is going on
with you and that place?
Every time you come back,
you've got that face on.
- There's nothing wrong
with my face.
- He died three weeks ago when he
was out for his regular training.
- Shark attack?
- The surf was too big,
he had a heart attack,
and I couldn't get to him.
- Rory couldn't have been
more unlucky if he tried.
- You're doing a great service
for your country.
- OK.
- Do you ever finish any of
the food that you buy, or?
- You'll get used to it, mate.
She's an acquired taste.
- I just don't care for the beach.