My Life Is Murder (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - Episode #3.1 - full transcript
I was starting to think
you'd gone to the other island.
I'm as adventurous as
the next person, Harry.
But what is wrong with
a nice downtown cafe?
- Have you done something new with your hair?
- No.
Well, I like it.
You're very chipper, considering.
Considering my recent rise
to fame, the Delgado case?
Considering 6 o'clock news says
that you're derelict in your duty,
and the op-ed calls you
Defective Dimwit.
- DetectiveDimwit.
- Oh.
I dunno. I kinda like
the picture they used.
- All right. What you got for me, Detective?
- How much do you know?
Just what's been released, and that
they're shredding you in the press.
Hey, I'm a public servant. It's
nice to get some public feedback.
Beatriz Delgado, 28 years old.
Found stabbed to death
on an Auckland street.
She was here on a working
holiday from Argentina,
teaching tango classes
at an Auckland dance studio.
Prime suspect is Gavin Hartley,
one of Beatriz's tango students.
On the night of her death, Gavin
invited everyone to a party at his place.
Nobody showed up except Beatriz.
Her body was found
right outside Gavin's house.
Oh. So a spurned would-be hook-up?
They way they're spinning this in the news
is that he killed her when she turned him down.
- Which you don't believe.
- Cos it doesn't make sense.
Even if it was a crime of passion, why would
he leave the body on the street all night?
To fake a mugging.
Except she didn't have
any cash or cards stolen.
- Was still wearing her jewellery. She even had her phone.
- Hm.
No sign of other injuries, apart
from a healing fracture on her right toe.
Is it true there was CCTV
of Gavin leaving the house?
For a few minutes
around the stabbing, yes.
Which looks bad when isolated,
but without a weapon?
- OK, so what about DNA?
- They just came from the studio.
Beatriz had about 10 people's
DNA on her,
including Gavin's, the other
classmates', the instructors'.
All right, so she
wasn't waiting for a car,
because otherwise it wouldn't have taken
till the next morning to find her body.
So what was she doing on the street?
Did she make some calls?
She called her dad in
Buenos Aires. He didn't answer.
So what about the knife?
Five inches, single sided,
the type you'd find in any kitchen.
Though we did find camellia oil
residue in the wound.
People use that to maintain blades.
That's samurai shiz.
So, how much pressure
are you really under?
Well, I'm not about to make an arrest
just because people are calling me names.
I love that about you.
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No father should
have to bury his daughter.
I'm calling on the Auckland police
and Detective Harry Henare
to act in the murder of my daughter
and to bring her killer to justice.
Not only was Beatriz Delgado
a professional-level tango dancer,
with a master's in human rights law,
she volunteered at the
shelter and the soup kitchen.
Well, she was amazing.
Can I take a look?
So, Beatriz went straight from the
dance studio to Gavin's party,
but all of these people decided unanimously
not to go to a party they were invited to.
Yeah, on a Tuesday night. Come on,
who has parties on Tuesday nights?
Or maybe someone did go.
Someone we didn't know was there.
Say hello to your
older brother for me, eh?
Whoa. Is it my birthday, is it?
I gotta be honest, Reuben.
This is a bribe.
Well, fire away.
I need someone who knows
how to talk to women.
Get some intel, tell me
what they're really thinking.
And I would give you some pointers, but it
looks like you know what you're doing already.
Hey, well, you know what they say
about bartenders, barbers and baristas.
People love telling
us their problems.
Exactly!
I can't believe that
you're picking Reuben over me.
I'm not picking him over you.
It's just―
People trust Rueben. - Yeah, well, people trust me.
By people, I mean bored
women who like his muscles.
Mm. The way you like his muscles.
See? You do understand.
Besides, I'm taking a dance partner,
Madison, not a bestie.
How do I look?
- I hate you.
- Good.
You look great.
We're planning a small November
ceremony, and the tango thing's your idea.
Wait, why was it my idea?
Because you're a closet romantic,
Mr Crowe.
Oh, so we're taking
your last name, are we?
Yeah. Why not?
- Just try to act like a couple.
- OK.
Hi, hi. Are you guys new?
Uh, yes. I'm Alexa, and
this is my fiance, Reuben.
Aw. Hilary.
So nice to meet you both.
And no need to be nervous. We're
like one big, happy whanau here.
And Cesar is very
good with beginners.
He's the best instructor in Australasia
― after his mother, of course.
- And you work here?
- No, I'm a student,
but I have been coming a long time ― Actually,
the longest out of anyone, I think.
- I thought this place just opened.
- Oh, it was a reopening.
Oh. Cos of renovations
or something?
Something.
Uh, anyway, I will let
you two get settled in.
You know that I have
two left feet, right?
- How hard can it be? Just copy Cesar.
- Uh-huh.
- See? Easy.
- Yeah, right.
Oh, isn't he amazing?
He really knows his giro.
My mother,
the incomparable Eva Borges!
Now, people always say to me,
'Cesar, tango ― tango is not
dancing. Tango is sex standing up.'
He said that's his mother, right?
To them, I say, sex standing
up is sex standing up.
You should try sometime.
- If I said that to my customers, they'd report me.
- Quite right, too.
A vertical expression
of horizontal desire.
Tango ― tango is not about sex.
No, tango...
tango is about passion.
Tango, when it was
danced by the compadrones
on the streets of Buenos Aires,
was a knife fight between two men.
So...
let's fight!
Uh-uh.
- Miss Hilary.
- Oh.
Please.
Reg.
Take care of our new friend.
- How are you?
- Hello. Hi.
Hm. I was expecting to show off a little.
- You're not letting me.
- Well, I could stand on your foot.
Ooh. I might like that.
- Your wife?
- Yeah.
And your husband?
Fiance.
You guys all seem very tight.
- You hang out after class?
- Yeah, sorta here and there.
Any after parties I can horn in on?
- Oh God.
- What?
You're not one of those
true crime freaks, are you?
- What? Please.
- Huh? Digging around about Beatriz? I bet you've got a podcast.
- Well, if I did, would you come on it?
- A wee word of advice.
Don't let Cesar hear
what you're up to.
Change!
Did Reg take care of you?
Oh, yes. Thank you.
Does every newcomer get that
kind of coddling, or am I special?
- Definitely special.
- You use those lines on the men?
Men come here to make their girlfriends
happy, or to meet their next girlfriend.
It is a delicate ecosystem,
like the Garden of Eden.
So that makes you God.
Nice.
Hilary?
I just wanted to say thank you so much
for welcoming us. That was really nice.
Oh, I'm happy to.
Cos I was a little bit nervous, on account of
what happened to that girl ― you know, Beatriz.
Did you know that the
suspect was also a student?
He could have been obsessed
with anyone in that class.
Honestly, it could have been you.
Look, I'm not being mean here, but
Beatriz was a bit of a flirt, you know?
I mean, I loved her.
She was a great girl.
But Gavin so clearly had issues.
I mean, he didn't even dance. He just stayed
on the sidelines taking creepy photos.
I mean, why give him
the time of day?
Hey, look, I hope I'm not,
like, stepping out of line here.
No, no. What?
- But you and Ruben, you seem really happy together.
- Oh. Yeah, we are. Thank you.
Cesar likes to play games,
and they don't always end well.
So... just watch
yourself around him.
- OK.
- All right. I've said too much.
Have a good night. Let's go.
What was that all about?
That was a large slice of victim blaming
with a dollop of 'don't take my man'.
Cesar Borges left
Argentina when he was 2, with his mother.
Grew up in Melbourne, moved to New
Zealand 10 years ago and opened the studio.
They hired Beatriz last year
to help out with the workload.
And where was he
the night she died?
Well, according to Cesar, Gavin
never invited him to the party,
so he just went
home with his mother.
To quote his exact words,
'If you were trying to get a woman's attention,
would you really want me in the room?'
Ooh. OK, are we going in or not?
Thanks, Harry.
OK, but listen, Gavin's been hounded
by the press for months on end, OK?
He's not gonna want to talk to anyone, so we're
gonna have to do things a little bit differently.
We're gonna have to do
some very convincing acting.
Ow. Help. Somebody.
Help! Can anybody hear me? I think I've sprained my ankle.
Oh, hi.
- Are you OK?
- Uh-uh.
Come with me.
Thank you.
Did you take these photos?
Just a hobby.
Here you go.
- Sorry. I'll get a tea towel.
- Oh, no, no, no. That.
I'm a designer on it.
You're a fan?
I'm a fanatic.
I'm number eight in the
entire Asia-Pacific.
It is the smoothest
interface that I've ever played.
Look, can I get an autograph?
My friend Beth is gonna freak.
Can you leave? Since you've
made such a remarkable recovery?
- Look, Gavin. I can―
- How do you know my name?
You're a reporter. You're a bloody―
This is unethical practice. Ahh!
I'm with her. Do you mind?
You know, if that camera
had been angled correctly,
you would have got the whole stabbing
instead of just you leaving the house.
I heard something.
A possum or a cat,
so I looked outside.
Look, why are we doing this? It's
over. I'm just waiting to be arrested.
You're not even gonna try
to clear your name?
I know a lost fight
when I see one.
Fescue.
Double dwarf fescue.
This is notoriously slow-growing
and hates foot traffic.
Now, a possum is not heavy enough
to damage the node growth,
but a human being grinding it
under them for a prolonged period...
That'd never hold up in court.
No. It won't.
But I like to think that I have
good instincts about these things.
And Gavin, I believe that somebody was waiting
out in that garden for Beatriz that night.
Is there anybody we should be
looking at in that tango class?
Hilary.
She was queen of the studio
before Beatriz came along.
And the whole thing with
Cesar doesn't help.
What whole thing with Cesar?
Well, everyone thought there was
something going on between Hilary and Cesar.
Then Beatriz comes along,
and, well...
Hilary pulled a Tonya Harding on
Beatriz in front of everyone in class.
Stomped on her foot, broke her toe.
Did you tell the police that?
- I was a little preoccupied by the eight-hour interrogation.
- Did you get the stomp on tape?
- You ready?
- Hey, can you hear this?
- Just close it.
- No, it's in my head now, kind of like tinnitus.
You can't take
the bathroom door off.
Why not?
- Privacy.
- Privacy? What's that?
Anyway, come, come take a look.
This is one of
Gavin's dance videos.
Change!
I didn't know she was there.
Look, I know what Gavin said,
but could it have been an accident?
Nah, we just did that spin
in class. Hilary was flawless.
Well, with all the money she
spends there, I would hope so.
It's close to a grand a month
just on private lessons.
And her next one's happening...
this evening.
Oh. Book me in right after.
OK.
- Hour's up.
- Ooh.
Nope, according to me,
we still have two more minutes.
Gosh, I hope you didn't
just lose a client.
Where is your fiance?
He's working.
I'm a lucky man, then.
Getting paid to dance with you.
I'm sure you are.
No music?
I like to get a feel
for each other first.
OK.
One, two,
three, four,
five, six,
seven, eight.
So, what was that?
Hilary seemed upset.
We had a disagreement.
Oh, she was trying to start something up
again, and you're not interested any more?
There is a shelf life
for everything.
- Pass the point and you are just delaying the inevitable.
- Oh.
Spin.
Ho-ho-ho!
Very good.
And I guess gentlemen don't tell.
Who said I was a gentleman?
Ocho.
What about Beatriz?
Then again, maybe I am.
You know, normally I
like arabica, but this?
This has got some sorta chocolatey, umami flavours ―
you know, meaty, beaty, big and bouncy, Argentinian.
You like Argentinian, don't you?
I'm just trying to look out for you, make sure
that you don't make the same mistake thatl did.
What mistake is that?
Being tricked into
thinking that he cares.
Look, Reuben seems
like a really great guy.
So for the sake of your relationship,
I would stick to group classes.
Or better yet,
find another dance school.
So, according to Hilary's alibi, she went
straight home after the tango class ―
10.30 or 11 ― and she
stayed there all night.
And three, two...
And Gavin says that Beatriz
left his place about 11.30pm.
So the police have dated the murder
to no later than midnight.
Oh, there!
10.49. And then her phone's GPS
places her at her apartment all night.
You know, it is possible to
leave your house without a phone.
I used to do it all the time.
OK, so you think that she left
her apartment without being seen,
went to Gavin's party
without being seen,
and then killed Beatriz
without being seen?
Well, let's find out.
Oh, hi. Come here often?
Well, let's be honest. Your
mother's had it in for me since day one.
Oh, sorry.
- Yeah? OK.
- Well, we'll talk about it later, all right?
Love you. OK.
First floor, apartment 115.
Nice work, by the way. I love the bit about my mother.
Well, hello again.
I can't see many places
to hide from those cameras.
OK, gimme a sec.
Blind spot!
Are there any exits around?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, there's a stairway.
Back up. I can see you there.
Stairway.
Are you seeing me now?
- What the hell are you doing here?
- You can stalk me, but I can't stalk you? Hang on, Mads.
- You're stalking me?
- Well, a little bit.
Hey, why did you break Beatriz's toe?
You know, when you did that spin out
of sequence when changing partners?
Two weeks before Beatriz's death.
Well, it wasn't
actually like that.
That's why Cesar called it off.
Cos you're violent.
Says the woman creeping
outside my apartment.
Don't be silly.
Not the same thing at all.
So, yesterday you followed me.
You assaulted Beatriz,
and now I find out that
you can get out of your
apartment without being seen.
That's an awful lot to leave
out of your official alibi.
Who are you?
Good Lord.
What is it with this guy Cesar?
He's like human catnip.
Oh, he doesn't do it for you?
Please, Madison.
There is more to life than tango, horizontal or otherwise.
- Whatcha doin'?
- Ooh.
The night Beatriz was murdered, Hilary
placed an Uber Eats order at 11.20pm.
Two mains, two drinks.
So either she was hungry...
...or she was with someone.
Look familiar?
Two options, Reg.
Either you graciously allow me to blackmail
you with this evidence of your affair...
I've got no idea what
you're talking about.
...or I invite myself in for
dinner with you and the missus.
CCTV images are so clear nowadays.
OK. So, according to Romeo, Hilary
ordered food after their activities,
and she was in the
apartment all night.
So no midnight
sneak-out to do murder?
No. I mean, I guess it makes sense.
If sleeping with a married man was my only
alibi, then I might not cop to it either.
Oh, you've never slept
with a married man?
You mean apart from
the one who was married to me?
Look, Gavin. I said that
I'm gonna help you, and I am.
Well, you can help by having your
detective friend arrest Hilary.
Hilary has an alibi,
and you don't.
When we give the police a name,
we want them to take us seriously.
Cesar, then! He's, um...
H-H-He got jealous because
Beatriz came to my house.
Gavin, I want you to relax,
have a think and be reasonable.
Ta-da!
- Sorry. You can't come.
- But... my dress, my heels.
Check on Gavin. He sounds erratic.
I didn't
dress like this for Gavin.
- Hi, Reuben. How are you?
- Hi.
- This won't take long.
- Do what you do.
Evening.
- Reg said that he was harassed while taking out the recycling.
- Well, that's terrible.
I'm gonna ask you this
one more time. Who are you?
I think you really were
trying to warn me.
And I think that you really believe
everything you're saying when you say it.
A bit like him.
Come on, Gavin. Pick up. Pick up.
Where are you?
Crap.
Can I get you a drink?
Malbec.
Gosh, that's beautiful.
Thank you. It was my mother's.
May I?
Oh.
- Is that Cesar?
- Yes. He was very fat.
Gosh, it's quite amazing.
You came here with absolutely nothing,
and look at everything you've built.
It mustn't have been easy.
Australia and New Zealand ―
a lot easier than where I come from.
Ladies and gentlemen?
Partners, please.
I need to tell you something.
Change.
Ow! God!
Remember the first class?
I said tango is a dance of combat.
Adversity.
Passion, yes.
But also anger, which some people
might argue is the same thing.
It is good to get your
blood a little hot...
Officer Crowe.
That's Detective Retired, actually.
Outta my way!
Move.
- Gavin. It is good to see you― - Oh, shut the hell up!
- Oh my God.
What are you doing here?
- You said you were gonna help me!
- Gavin, go home. Now.
All of you people. You all
hated me from the beginning.
And you?
You're a murderer!
Oh, Gavin.
You should leave.
You and your friend.
Gavin, out.
Congratulations. You made the rag.
- This is defamation.
- Well, not if they don't use your name ― and they haven't.
It's New Zealand. There are no secrets. We
have to― - We don't have to do anything.
In fact, I'm gonna go talk to my friend the
detective and get him not to arrest you.
You didn't think that
through, did ya?
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Madison?
This is for your own good.
Are you serious?
Are you OK there?
Yeah. It's just a bit squeaky.
- You should put some oil on the hinges.
- And a handyman too.
You're welcome.
So, Hilary's out of the picture?
Yep. She was with Reg
all night long. Solid alibi.
I thought she was with Cesar.
That's over. She was only with
Reg to try to make Cesar jealous.
- It didn't work.
- Huh.
You look confused. You want a map?
It's funny how all roads
lead back to Cesar.
Whatever he had with Beatriz,
this thing with Hilary...
If enough of the webs start shaking on the
outside, you start looking at the centre.
- You ever seriously look at him?
- No, Gavin sucked up all the air in the room.
Besides, no motive, no weapon.
Not to mention his alibi.
Well, his mother's his alibi.
And mothers will do a lot of things for their sons, right?
Hello.
Speak of the devil.
- You're not going, are you?
- Absolutely not.
You know, I'm still waiting.
Waiting for what?
An apology for ruining last night.
Oh.
Wait. You made all of this?
When we lived in Australia, my mother had no
one to teach her recipes to except me, so...
Well, why did you come down here?
Why not America or Europe?
She wanted to get as
far away as possible.
- It sounds like she had a hard life.
- It is easier now. She has me.
Did you cook like
this for Beatriz?
She liked my humitas.
How's it going?
Oh, it's going. - What the hell is that?
Sounds like you've got
a fight club going there.
Well, then I better
not talk about it.
- And you? Still alive?
- Yeah, still alive.
But I've gotta go.
He's cooking steak.
Ooh, I love a man who can cook.
Unless he's a murderer, of course.
- Heh-heh!
- I'm done.
Oh, don't be a sore loser.
Hey, Madison? Thanks.
For literally beating
you at your own game?
For talking to me
like I'm a person.
Beatriz was the same.
She knew I liked her, but she never
made me feel like a freak about it.
Put your back into it this time.
Actually, can I use the bathroom?
You don't have to trust me, but...
do you really think I'm stupid?
Deer antler.
Argentinian speciality.
I didn't know you were home.
I'm heading out. Evening class.
Oh, that shouldn't be there.
Cesar's first competition.
Before this, I was going to
push him for medical school.
Oh, cos you were a nurse.
A long time ago.
He would have been
a terrible doctor.
The only blood he can stand is whatever
is coming out of that steak.
Go. He's waiting for you.
OK. Night.
I met him last year, and at first I thought he wasn't
my type, but turns out he was just misunderstood.
Like you, I suppose.
What is taking so long?
It's hard to go when
someone's listening outside the door.
I'm not listening. I'm telling you my
life story to drown out the sound effects.
Wait, you wouldn't.
The oldest trick in the book.
Gavin, I trusted you.
My mother likes you, you know.
- Is that a prerequisite?
- Always.
A mama's boy, huh?
So, what does she do? Hole up in her bedroom with
earplugs when you're entertaining Beatriz and Hilary?
No, Hilary's never been here.
Beatriz, a few times.
She was a stranger in a strange land. She
needed someone who spoke her language.
When was the last
time she was here?
Uh... the night.
The night that it happened.
She wanted to borrow a book from
the library, and then we had dinner.
- And after that?
- We went to the studio.
She had already turned me down.
We were just friends. That is all.
Look, I appreciate your faith in my
powers of seduction, but it does happen.
People decide whether they're going
to sleep with you in three seconds.
Love. Love is hard.
Attraction? Serotonin.
Oh, I see.
That's the play ― dinner and
pseudoscience at Casa Borges.
You tell me.
Should I take it from your surprise about
Beatriz rejecting me to mean you wouldn't have?
Oh, come on.
I'm hardly competing with
the likes of Hilary and Beatriz.
Ah.
I prefer older women.
Argentinian olive oil?
Tea seed oil.
Its high smoking point
is good for searing.
Three minutes each side.
There is lots of things
you can do in six minutes.
Six minutes isn't as impressive as you think.
You know, I really like you.
Give me a sec?
Harry?
Hey, it's not a good time.
- You're not home?
- No, I'm at dinner.
Gavin's been arrested.
Police are pressing charges tonight.
They caught Gavin at the airport
trying to board a flight to Montenegro,
which doesn't have an
extradition treaty with us.
So the judge is refusing to let him out on
bail, because he's an active flight risk.
He jammed the
bathroom door closed.
Look, what about Cesar?
Did you find anything?
Does this mean that you're gonna
put the door back on the hinges?
Tea seed oil.
It's what Cesar uses to cook with.
Aka camellia oil.
The oil they found
in Beatriz's stab wound.
Do you know how many
people use camellia oil?
- No, I don't, Harry. How many?
- That was rhetorical. - Oh.
Enough for it to be circumstantial
at best, without an actual weapon.
Or a motive.
Well, he did say that
Beatriz had turned him down.
Spurned lovers. It's a start.
- You don't think so?
- A week ago, maybe.
It's just terrible business practice, at
the end of the day, so we're gonna have to―
Reggie.
I'll catch up.
This is harassment.
I could have you arrested.
No, then you'd have to do some explaining to your
wife, and that'd get really hairy, wouldn't it?
- I've got a lunch.
- This will be quick.
So, Beatriz was not
dancing the night she died.
- What was she doing at that event?
- That was three months ago. - Memory ― rack it.
She was with that creep Gavin.
Then he got into his head to ask us
all over to his place ― no thanks.
And then she spent the rest
of the night with Cesar's mum.
So Beatriz was close to Eva.
Well, it helps to have the mother on side
when you're sleeping with the son.
Close isn't how I'd put it.
Not with Cesar or Eva.
- God knows what Hilary saw in him. He's... He's cold.
- Why do you say that?
Well, the girl who works for you gets killed,
and you don't even shut up shop, out of respect?
But I thought they did.
There was a reopening.
No, they only closed last month
because they got sick of the reporters.
Went down south, him and Eva.
I mean, he likes to pretend like he's all
torn up, just so women'll feel sorry for him,
but the truth is that some
men just don't value women.
It's sick, really. It's misogyny.
Right.
Do you often do this ― showing up
at women's houses uninvited?
Well, your address was on the registry
when you signed up, and fortune favours the bold.
- But I'm engaged.
- Ah, yes. Reuben, the fiance.
This cover story business
is getting a little dull.
Did you meet the Delgados
when they were here?
- Why do you ask?
- Oh, no, that's right. You were in the South Island. I forgot.
I just thought, you know, strangers in a strange
land. You might have stayed to meet them.
Those need water.
- Hey.
- Oh, I was just about to come home.
Reuben! Coffee!
And that's why
I'm marrying her
OK, what do we know
about the Delgados?
Beatriz's parents. Is there any reason
that Cesar would want to avoid them?
Apart from the fact that maybe
he killed their daughter, you mean?
Francisco Delgado.
I just saw Cesar, and when I
mentioned Beatriz's parents, he bolted.
Oh, hold on.
You know how Francisco
is a human rights lawyer?
Turns out he's not just any lawyer.
Ooh, he famous.
Specialises in chasing down human
rights violations during the Dirty War.
This general's his 21st
successful prosecution.
- Dirty War?
- '76 to '83.
Phone, phone, phone, phone.
- Why do you need so many pictures of your bread?
- Posterity.
Here. Check it.
What am I looking at?
Harry said they left
Argentina to escape the junta ―
the same junta that Delgado is
putting in jail one by one for war crimes.
Now, if you were Eva,
this guy would be your hero.
Why wouldn't you want to meet him?
Because you're not
who you say you are.
Beatriz was calling her
father when she was murdered.
I think it's time we found out why.
My footwork needs finessing.
Hand.
- I've reconsidered.
- Back step.
That second date.
I don't think that is a good idea.
Why not?
What's changed between
yesterday and today?
Turn.
It's unprofessional.
Because I'm your student?
Because you're sticking your
nose where it doesn't belong.
Oh. Of course.
Was your mother
always a tango dancer?
You should stop being so nosy about other
people's families and focus on your giro.
- It's shoddy.
- No one's ever said that about my giro before.
So, shall we talk about
Beatriz's family, then?
- A woman is dead. Let her rest.
- How can she rest when her killer is still out there?
What are you implying?
Have you heard of the Escuela
Superior de Mecanica de la Armada?
You can go,
or I can call security.
Aka the Navy Petty-Officers
School of Mechanics,
aka a concentration camp
in central Buenos Aires
for political prisoners.
Get out.
There were only five
midwives at the ESMA.
Two of them are dead,
one of them's in custody,
and two of them are wanted
by the Argentinian government
for aiding and abetting the kidnapping
of children during the Dirty War.
And one of their names
was Lucrezia Sevellos.
Your real name.
Get back to the office.
I'll handle this.
It wasn't just any
box in that study.
It was a hardwood and deer-antler box
custom made to hold a gaucho knife.
Five inches, single sided blade.
One of only two things
you brought from Argentina.
What was it you said?
Your mother had had a hard life, and
you wanted to make things easy for her.
You want to protect
her from her past.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Camellia oil.
It was found on Beatriz's wounds.
That's the oil that your
mother uses to tend the knife.
Did you kill her?
- Yes.
- No!
Yes. I killed her.
No, you didn't.
No, you come into our lives and you
dig up these things from 40 years ago.
- Things that don't even matter.
- Things that don't matter?
Don't. Don't.
Please, don't. Just...
Just arrest me.
Just do it. Please.
This is the only other thing that your
mother brought from Argentina. This picture.
And Beatriz saw it at your house
the night she came to dinner.
That photo is one of the only surviving pictures
taken from inside the ESMA when it was active.
That photo, as Francisco
Delgado told me last night,
has been sitting on his desk
since Beatriz was in law school.
She recognised you, and you knew it.
So you got Gavin's address from the registry, and you
went to Gavin's house, where you knew she would be.
You saw her on her phone.
And when Beatriz left to go home, you
were the one that Gavin heard in his yard.
And then...
She was calling her father. She
wanted to tell him what she'd seen.
He never picked up, but you knew
it was only a matter of time.
And ultimately, the threat wasn't against
your life or the life you've built here,
but that the person you love most in
all the world would find out what you did
and what you are.
You have no baby photos.
You have no father.
Because Eva took you from a prisoner
at the camp where she worked.
- She stole you.
- No.
I saved him.
That's not...
Come on, Mother, that is not true.
That's... That's not true.
- J-Just listen to me.
- No, no. Stop crying. It is not true. She's lying.
I love you. You're my boy.
You're my son. I love you.
I've always loved you.
Te amo, hijo mio.
It'll be OK.
Te amo, hijo mio.
It wasn't personal, you know.
I know.
You know, at first, I hated you.
For what you did to her.
I wanted to hurt you,
like you hurt us.
And then today I saw him ―
Beatriz's father.
Have you ever seen
a dead man walking?
A few times.
Eva is still your mother.
You can't erase the last 40 years.
You can't switch it on and off.
It's part of the burden of living.
You could try to look for
your biological parents.
Grandparents.
You don't have to do this alone.
It is a really nice day.
Yeah, it is.
- Numero quatre.
- Hey!
That's Spanish and French.
But we've got Spanish
tapas and French wine.
So they bullied you into it, huh?
No, we made an arrest. Gavin's in the
clear. I get to tell my team, 'I told you so.'
- What makes you think I don't want to party?
- Oh, just everything about you.
Aw, Harry.
Oh, Harry.
- Are you scared I'm gonna show you up?
- Yeah, real scared
- Oh! What?!
- Oh!
A man of many skills.
Oh, where the hell
did you learn that?
Learn what?
- You've been holding out on me.
- Yeah? - Yeah. You have.
Who are you, Harry Henare?
Sebastian Kent.
He had some enemies.
Famous author dead inside a
statue ― that's pretty juicy.
I told you it was macabre.
- Good morning, sunshine!
- Alexa, it is 3.23am.
- She's here to help.
- Help who?
- You?
- Everybody wants something.
I wasted a third of my life
in service to his career.
We're all a bit sick
of talking about it.
Righto.
I always say the best murder site
is one that no one knows is there.
you'd gone to the other island.
I'm as adventurous as
the next person, Harry.
But what is wrong with
a nice downtown cafe?
- Have you done something new with your hair?
- No.
Well, I like it.
You're very chipper, considering.
Considering my recent rise
to fame, the Delgado case?
Considering 6 o'clock news says
that you're derelict in your duty,
and the op-ed calls you
Defective Dimwit.
- DetectiveDimwit.
- Oh.
I dunno. I kinda like
the picture they used.
- All right. What you got for me, Detective?
- How much do you know?
Just what's been released, and that
they're shredding you in the press.
Hey, I'm a public servant. It's
nice to get some public feedback.
Beatriz Delgado, 28 years old.
Found stabbed to death
on an Auckland street.
She was here on a working
holiday from Argentina,
teaching tango classes
at an Auckland dance studio.
Prime suspect is Gavin Hartley,
one of Beatriz's tango students.
On the night of her death, Gavin
invited everyone to a party at his place.
Nobody showed up except Beatriz.
Her body was found
right outside Gavin's house.
Oh. So a spurned would-be hook-up?
They way they're spinning this in the news
is that he killed her when she turned him down.
- Which you don't believe.
- Cos it doesn't make sense.
Even if it was a crime of passion, why would
he leave the body on the street all night?
To fake a mugging.
Except she didn't have
any cash or cards stolen.
- Was still wearing her jewellery. She even had her phone.
- Hm.
No sign of other injuries, apart
from a healing fracture on her right toe.
Is it true there was CCTV
of Gavin leaving the house?
For a few minutes
around the stabbing, yes.
Which looks bad when isolated,
but without a weapon?
- OK, so what about DNA?
- They just came from the studio.
Beatriz had about 10 people's
DNA on her,
including Gavin's, the other
classmates', the instructors'.
All right, so she
wasn't waiting for a car,
because otherwise it wouldn't have taken
till the next morning to find her body.
So what was she doing on the street?
Did she make some calls?
She called her dad in
Buenos Aires. He didn't answer.
So what about the knife?
Five inches, single sided,
the type you'd find in any kitchen.
Though we did find camellia oil
residue in the wound.
People use that to maintain blades.
That's samurai shiz.
So, how much pressure
are you really under?
Well, I'm not about to make an arrest
just because people are calling me names.
I love that about you.
Captions were made with
the support of NZ On Air.
No father should
have to bury his daughter.
I'm calling on the Auckland police
and Detective Harry Henare
to act in the murder of my daughter
and to bring her killer to justice.
Not only was Beatriz Delgado
a professional-level tango dancer,
with a master's in human rights law,
she volunteered at the
shelter and the soup kitchen.
Well, she was amazing.
Can I take a look?
So, Beatriz went straight from the
dance studio to Gavin's party,
but all of these people decided unanimously
not to go to a party they were invited to.
Yeah, on a Tuesday night. Come on,
who has parties on Tuesday nights?
Or maybe someone did go.
Someone we didn't know was there.
Say hello to your
older brother for me, eh?
Whoa. Is it my birthday, is it?
I gotta be honest, Reuben.
This is a bribe.
Well, fire away.
I need someone who knows
how to talk to women.
Get some intel, tell me
what they're really thinking.
And I would give you some pointers, but it
looks like you know what you're doing already.
Hey, well, you know what they say
about bartenders, barbers and baristas.
People love telling
us their problems.
Exactly!
I can't believe that
you're picking Reuben over me.
I'm not picking him over you.
It's just―
People trust Rueben. - Yeah, well, people trust me.
By people, I mean bored
women who like his muscles.
Mm. The way you like his muscles.
See? You do understand.
Besides, I'm taking a dance partner,
Madison, not a bestie.
How do I look?
- I hate you.
- Good.
You look great.
We're planning a small November
ceremony, and the tango thing's your idea.
Wait, why was it my idea?
Because you're a closet romantic,
Mr Crowe.
Oh, so we're taking
your last name, are we?
Yeah. Why not?
- Just try to act like a couple.
- OK.
Hi, hi. Are you guys new?
Uh, yes. I'm Alexa, and
this is my fiance, Reuben.
Aw. Hilary.
So nice to meet you both.
And no need to be nervous. We're
like one big, happy whanau here.
And Cesar is very
good with beginners.
He's the best instructor in Australasia
― after his mother, of course.
- And you work here?
- No, I'm a student,
but I have been coming a long time ― Actually,
the longest out of anyone, I think.
- I thought this place just opened.
- Oh, it was a reopening.
Oh. Cos of renovations
or something?
Something.
Uh, anyway, I will let
you two get settled in.
You know that I have
two left feet, right?
- How hard can it be? Just copy Cesar.
- Uh-huh.
- See? Easy.
- Yeah, right.
Oh, isn't he amazing?
He really knows his giro.
My mother,
the incomparable Eva Borges!
Now, people always say to me,
'Cesar, tango ― tango is not
dancing. Tango is sex standing up.'
He said that's his mother, right?
To them, I say, sex standing
up is sex standing up.
You should try sometime.
- If I said that to my customers, they'd report me.
- Quite right, too.
A vertical expression
of horizontal desire.
Tango ― tango is not about sex.
No, tango...
tango is about passion.
Tango, when it was
danced by the compadrones
on the streets of Buenos Aires,
was a knife fight between two men.
So...
let's fight!
Uh-uh.
- Miss Hilary.
- Oh.
Please.
Reg.
Take care of our new friend.
- How are you?
- Hello. Hi.
Hm. I was expecting to show off a little.
- You're not letting me.
- Well, I could stand on your foot.
Ooh. I might like that.
- Your wife?
- Yeah.
And your husband?
Fiance.
You guys all seem very tight.
- You hang out after class?
- Yeah, sorta here and there.
Any after parties I can horn in on?
- Oh God.
- What?
You're not one of those
true crime freaks, are you?
- What? Please.
- Huh? Digging around about Beatriz? I bet you've got a podcast.
- Well, if I did, would you come on it?
- A wee word of advice.
Don't let Cesar hear
what you're up to.
Change!
Did Reg take care of you?
Oh, yes. Thank you.
Does every newcomer get that
kind of coddling, or am I special?
- Definitely special.
- You use those lines on the men?
Men come here to make their girlfriends
happy, or to meet their next girlfriend.
It is a delicate ecosystem,
like the Garden of Eden.
So that makes you God.
Nice.
Hilary?
I just wanted to say thank you so much
for welcoming us. That was really nice.
Oh, I'm happy to.
Cos I was a little bit nervous, on account of
what happened to that girl ― you know, Beatriz.
Did you know that the
suspect was also a student?
He could have been obsessed
with anyone in that class.
Honestly, it could have been you.
Look, I'm not being mean here, but
Beatriz was a bit of a flirt, you know?
I mean, I loved her.
She was a great girl.
But Gavin so clearly had issues.
I mean, he didn't even dance. He just stayed
on the sidelines taking creepy photos.
I mean, why give him
the time of day?
Hey, look, I hope I'm not,
like, stepping out of line here.
No, no. What?
- But you and Ruben, you seem really happy together.
- Oh. Yeah, we are. Thank you.
Cesar likes to play games,
and they don't always end well.
So... just watch
yourself around him.
- OK.
- All right. I've said too much.
Have a good night. Let's go.
What was that all about?
That was a large slice of victim blaming
with a dollop of 'don't take my man'.
Cesar Borges left
Argentina when he was 2, with his mother.
Grew up in Melbourne, moved to New
Zealand 10 years ago and opened the studio.
They hired Beatriz last year
to help out with the workload.
And where was he
the night she died?
Well, according to Cesar, Gavin
never invited him to the party,
so he just went
home with his mother.
To quote his exact words,
'If you were trying to get a woman's attention,
would you really want me in the room?'
Ooh. OK, are we going in or not?
Thanks, Harry.
OK, but listen, Gavin's been hounded
by the press for months on end, OK?
He's not gonna want to talk to anyone, so we're
gonna have to do things a little bit differently.
We're gonna have to do
some very convincing acting.
Ow. Help. Somebody.
Help! Can anybody hear me? I think I've sprained my ankle.
Oh, hi.
- Are you OK?
- Uh-uh.
Come with me.
Thank you.
Did you take these photos?
Just a hobby.
Here you go.
- Sorry. I'll get a tea towel.
- Oh, no, no, no. That.
I'm a designer on it.
You're a fan?
I'm a fanatic.
I'm number eight in the
entire Asia-Pacific.
It is the smoothest
interface that I've ever played.
Look, can I get an autograph?
My friend Beth is gonna freak.
Can you leave? Since you've
made such a remarkable recovery?
- Look, Gavin. I can―
- How do you know my name?
You're a reporter. You're a bloody―
This is unethical practice. Ahh!
I'm with her. Do you mind?
You know, if that camera
had been angled correctly,
you would have got the whole stabbing
instead of just you leaving the house.
I heard something.
A possum or a cat,
so I looked outside.
Look, why are we doing this? It's
over. I'm just waiting to be arrested.
You're not even gonna try
to clear your name?
I know a lost fight
when I see one.
Fescue.
Double dwarf fescue.
This is notoriously slow-growing
and hates foot traffic.
Now, a possum is not heavy enough
to damage the node growth,
but a human being grinding it
under them for a prolonged period...
That'd never hold up in court.
No. It won't.
But I like to think that I have
good instincts about these things.
And Gavin, I believe that somebody was waiting
out in that garden for Beatriz that night.
Is there anybody we should be
looking at in that tango class?
Hilary.
She was queen of the studio
before Beatriz came along.
And the whole thing with
Cesar doesn't help.
What whole thing with Cesar?
Well, everyone thought there was
something going on between Hilary and Cesar.
Then Beatriz comes along,
and, well...
Hilary pulled a Tonya Harding on
Beatriz in front of everyone in class.
Stomped on her foot, broke her toe.
Did you tell the police that?
- I was a little preoccupied by the eight-hour interrogation.
- Did you get the stomp on tape?
- You ready?
- Hey, can you hear this?
- Just close it.
- No, it's in my head now, kind of like tinnitus.
You can't take
the bathroom door off.
Why not?
- Privacy.
- Privacy? What's that?
Anyway, come, come take a look.
This is one of
Gavin's dance videos.
Change!
I didn't know she was there.
Look, I know what Gavin said,
but could it have been an accident?
Nah, we just did that spin
in class. Hilary was flawless.
Well, with all the money she
spends there, I would hope so.
It's close to a grand a month
just on private lessons.
And her next one's happening...
this evening.
Oh. Book me in right after.
OK.
- Hour's up.
- Ooh.
Nope, according to me,
we still have two more minutes.
Gosh, I hope you didn't
just lose a client.
Where is your fiance?
He's working.
I'm a lucky man, then.
Getting paid to dance with you.
I'm sure you are.
No music?
I like to get a feel
for each other first.
OK.
One, two,
three, four,
five, six,
seven, eight.
So, what was that?
Hilary seemed upset.
We had a disagreement.
Oh, she was trying to start something up
again, and you're not interested any more?
There is a shelf life
for everything.
- Pass the point and you are just delaying the inevitable.
- Oh.
Spin.
Ho-ho-ho!
Very good.
And I guess gentlemen don't tell.
Who said I was a gentleman?
Ocho.
What about Beatriz?
Then again, maybe I am.
You know, normally I
like arabica, but this?
This has got some sorta chocolatey, umami flavours ―
you know, meaty, beaty, big and bouncy, Argentinian.
You like Argentinian, don't you?
I'm just trying to look out for you, make sure
that you don't make the same mistake thatl did.
What mistake is that?
Being tricked into
thinking that he cares.
Look, Reuben seems
like a really great guy.
So for the sake of your relationship,
I would stick to group classes.
Or better yet,
find another dance school.
So, according to Hilary's alibi, she went
straight home after the tango class ―
10.30 or 11 ― and she
stayed there all night.
And three, two...
And Gavin says that Beatriz
left his place about 11.30pm.
So the police have dated the murder
to no later than midnight.
Oh, there!
10.49. And then her phone's GPS
places her at her apartment all night.
You know, it is possible to
leave your house without a phone.
I used to do it all the time.
OK, so you think that she left
her apartment without being seen,
went to Gavin's party
without being seen,
and then killed Beatriz
without being seen?
Well, let's find out.
Oh, hi. Come here often?
Well, let's be honest. Your
mother's had it in for me since day one.
Oh, sorry.
- Yeah? OK.
- Well, we'll talk about it later, all right?
Love you. OK.
First floor, apartment 115.
Nice work, by the way. I love the bit about my mother.
Well, hello again.
I can't see many places
to hide from those cameras.
OK, gimme a sec.
Blind spot!
Are there any exits around?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, there's a stairway.
Back up. I can see you there.
Stairway.
Are you seeing me now?
- What the hell are you doing here?
- You can stalk me, but I can't stalk you? Hang on, Mads.
- You're stalking me?
- Well, a little bit.
Hey, why did you break Beatriz's toe?
You know, when you did that spin out
of sequence when changing partners?
Two weeks before Beatriz's death.
Well, it wasn't
actually like that.
That's why Cesar called it off.
Cos you're violent.
Says the woman creeping
outside my apartment.
Don't be silly.
Not the same thing at all.
So, yesterday you followed me.
You assaulted Beatriz,
and now I find out that
you can get out of your
apartment without being seen.
That's an awful lot to leave
out of your official alibi.
Who are you?
Good Lord.
What is it with this guy Cesar?
He's like human catnip.
Oh, he doesn't do it for you?
Please, Madison.
There is more to life than tango, horizontal or otherwise.
- Whatcha doin'?
- Ooh.
The night Beatriz was murdered, Hilary
placed an Uber Eats order at 11.20pm.
Two mains, two drinks.
So either she was hungry...
...or she was with someone.
Look familiar?
Two options, Reg.
Either you graciously allow me to blackmail
you with this evidence of your affair...
I've got no idea what
you're talking about.
...or I invite myself in for
dinner with you and the missus.
CCTV images are so clear nowadays.
OK. So, according to Romeo, Hilary
ordered food after their activities,
and she was in the
apartment all night.
So no midnight
sneak-out to do murder?
No. I mean, I guess it makes sense.
If sleeping with a married man was my only
alibi, then I might not cop to it either.
Oh, you've never slept
with a married man?
You mean apart from
the one who was married to me?
Look, Gavin. I said that
I'm gonna help you, and I am.
Well, you can help by having your
detective friend arrest Hilary.
Hilary has an alibi,
and you don't.
When we give the police a name,
we want them to take us seriously.
Cesar, then! He's, um...
H-H-He got jealous because
Beatriz came to my house.
Gavin, I want you to relax,
have a think and be reasonable.
Ta-da!
- Sorry. You can't come.
- But... my dress, my heels.
Check on Gavin. He sounds erratic.
I didn't
dress like this for Gavin.
- Hi, Reuben. How are you?
- Hi.
- This won't take long.
- Do what you do.
Evening.
- Reg said that he was harassed while taking out the recycling.
- Well, that's terrible.
I'm gonna ask you this
one more time. Who are you?
I think you really were
trying to warn me.
And I think that you really believe
everything you're saying when you say it.
A bit like him.
Come on, Gavin. Pick up. Pick up.
Where are you?
Crap.
Can I get you a drink?
Malbec.
Gosh, that's beautiful.
Thank you. It was my mother's.
May I?
Oh.
- Is that Cesar?
- Yes. He was very fat.
Gosh, it's quite amazing.
You came here with absolutely nothing,
and look at everything you've built.
It mustn't have been easy.
Australia and New Zealand ―
a lot easier than where I come from.
Ladies and gentlemen?
Partners, please.
I need to tell you something.
Change.
Ow! God!
Remember the first class?
I said tango is a dance of combat.
Adversity.
Passion, yes.
But also anger, which some people
might argue is the same thing.
It is good to get your
blood a little hot...
Officer Crowe.
That's Detective Retired, actually.
Outta my way!
Move.
- Gavin. It is good to see you― - Oh, shut the hell up!
- Oh my God.
What are you doing here?
- You said you were gonna help me!
- Gavin, go home. Now.
All of you people. You all
hated me from the beginning.
And you?
You're a murderer!
Oh, Gavin.
You should leave.
You and your friend.
Gavin, out.
Congratulations. You made the rag.
- This is defamation.
- Well, not if they don't use your name ― and they haven't.
It's New Zealand. There are no secrets. We
have to― - We don't have to do anything.
In fact, I'm gonna go talk to my friend the
detective and get him not to arrest you.
You didn't think that
through, did ya?
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Madison?
This is for your own good.
Are you serious?
Are you OK there?
Yeah. It's just a bit squeaky.
- You should put some oil on the hinges.
- And a handyman too.
You're welcome.
So, Hilary's out of the picture?
Yep. She was with Reg
all night long. Solid alibi.
I thought she was with Cesar.
That's over. She was only with
Reg to try to make Cesar jealous.
- It didn't work.
- Huh.
You look confused. You want a map?
It's funny how all roads
lead back to Cesar.
Whatever he had with Beatriz,
this thing with Hilary...
If enough of the webs start shaking on the
outside, you start looking at the centre.
- You ever seriously look at him?
- No, Gavin sucked up all the air in the room.
Besides, no motive, no weapon.
Not to mention his alibi.
Well, his mother's his alibi.
And mothers will do a lot of things for their sons, right?
Hello.
Speak of the devil.
- You're not going, are you?
- Absolutely not.
You know, I'm still waiting.
Waiting for what?
An apology for ruining last night.
Oh.
Wait. You made all of this?
When we lived in Australia, my mother had no
one to teach her recipes to except me, so...
Well, why did you come down here?
Why not America or Europe?
She wanted to get as
far away as possible.
- It sounds like she had a hard life.
- It is easier now. She has me.
Did you cook like
this for Beatriz?
She liked my humitas.
How's it going?
Oh, it's going. - What the hell is that?
Sounds like you've got
a fight club going there.
Well, then I better
not talk about it.
- And you? Still alive?
- Yeah, still alive.
But I've gotta go.
He's cooking steak.
Ooh, I love a man who can cook.
Unless he's a murderer, of course.
- Heh-heh!
- I'm done.
Oh, don't be a sore loser.
Hey, Madison? Thanks.
For literally beating
you at your own game?
For talking to me
like I'm a person.
Beatriz was the same.
She knew I liked her, but she never
made me feel like a freak about it.
Put your back into it this time.
Actually, can I use the bathroom?
You don't have to trust me, but...
do you really think I'm stupid?
Deer antler.
Argentinian speciality.
I didn't know you were home.
I'm heading out. Evening class.
Oh, that shouldn't be there.
Cesar's first competition.
Before this, I was going to
push him for medical school.
Oh, cos you were a nurse.
A long time ago.
He would have been
a terrible doctor.
The only blood he can stand is whatever
is coming out of that steak.
Go. He's waiting for you.
OK. Night.
I met him last year, and at first I thought he wasn't
my type, but turns out he was just misunderstood.
Like you, I suppose.
What is taking so long?
It's hard to go when
someone's listening outside the door.
I'm not listening. I'm telling you my
life story to drown out the sound effects.
Wait, you wouldn't.
The oldest trick in the book.
Gavin, I trusted you.
My mother likes you, you know.
- Is that a prerequisite?
- Always.
A mama's boy, huh?
So, what does she do? Hole up in her bedroom with
earplugs when you're entertaining Beatriz and Hilary?
No, Hilary's never been here.
Beatriz, a few times.
She was a stranger in a strange land. She
needed someone who spoke her language.
When was the last
time she was here?
Uh... the night.
The night that it happened.
She wanted to borrow a book from
the library, and then we had dinner.
- And after that?
- We went to the studio.
She had already turned me down.
We were just friends. That is all.
Look, I appreciate your faith in my
powers of seduction, but it does happen.
People decide whether they're going
to sleep with you in three seconds.
Love. Love is hard.
Attraction? Serotonin.
Oh, I see.
That's the play ― dinner and
pseudoscience at Casa Borges.
You tell me.
Should I take it from your surprise about
Beatriz rejecting me to mean you wouldn't have?
Oh, come on.
I'm hardly competing with
the likes of Hilary and Beatriz.
Ah.
I prefer older women.
Argentinian olive oil?
Tea seed oil.
Its high smoking point
is good for searing.
Three minutes each side.
There is lots of things
you can do in six minutes.
Six minutes isn't as impressive as you think.
You know, I really like you.
Give me a sec?
Harry?
Hey, it's not a good time.
- You're not home?
- No, I'm at dinner.
Gavin's been arrested.
Police are pressing charges tonight.
They caught Gavin at the airport
trying to board a flight to Montenegro,
which doesn't have an
extradition treaty with us.
So the judge is refusing to let him out on
bail, because he's an active flight risk.
He jammed the
bathroom door closed.
Look, what about Cesar?
Did you find anything?
Does this mean that you're gonna
put the door back on the hinges?
Tea seed oil.
It's what Cesar uses to cook with.
Aka camellia oil.
The oil they found
in Beatriz's stab wound.
Do you know how many
people use camellia oil?
- No, I don't, Harry. How many?
- That was rhetorical. - Oh.
Enough for it to be circumstantial
at best, without an actual weapon.
Or a motive.
Well, he did say that
Beatriz had turned him down.
Spurned lovers. It's a start.
- You don't think so?
- A week ago, maybe.
It's just terrible business practice, at
the end of the day, so we're gonna have to―
Reggie.
I'll catch up.
This is harassment.
I could have you arrested.
No, then you'd have to do some explaining to your
wife, and that'd get really hairy, wouldn't it?
- I've got a lunch.
- This will be quick.
So, Beatriz was not
dancing the night she died.
- What was she doing at that event?
- That was three months ago. - Memory ― rack it.
She was with that creep Gavin.
Then he got into his head to ask us
all over to his place ― no thanks.
And then she spent the rest
of the night with Cesar's mum.
So Beatriz was close to Eva.
Well, it helps to have the mother on side
when you're sleeping with the son.
Close isn't how I'd put it.
Not with Cesar or Eva.
- God knows what Hilary saw in him. He's... He's cold.
- Why do you say that?
Well, the girl who works for you gets killed,
and you don't even shut up shop, out of respect?
But I thought they did.
There was a reopening.
No, they only closed last month
because they got sick of the reporters.
Went down south, him and Eva.
I mean, he likes to pretend like he's all
torn up, just so women'll feel sorry for him,
but the truth is that some
men just don't value women.
It's sick, really. It's misogyny.
Right.
Do you often do this ― showing up
at women's houses uninvited?
Well, your address was on the registry
when you signed up, and fortune favours the bold.
- But I'm engaged.
- Ah, yes. Reuben, the fiance.
This cover story business
is getting a little dull.
Did you meet the Delgados
when they were here?
- Why do you ask?
- Oh, no, that's right. You were in the South Island. I forgot.
I just thought, you know, strangers in a strange
land. You might have stayed to meet them.
Those need water.
- Hey.
- Oh, I was just about to come home.
Reuben! Coffee!
And that's why
I'm marrying her
OK, what do we know
about the Delgados?
Beatriz's parents. Is there any reason
that Cesar would want to avoid them?
Apart from the fact that maybe
he killed their daughter, you mean?
Francisco Delgado.
I just saw Cesar, and when I
mentioned Beatriz's parents, he bolted.
Oh, hold on.
You know how Francisco
is a human rights lawyer?
Turns out he's not just any lawyer.
Ooh, he famous.
Specialises in chasing down human
rights violations during the Dirty War.
This general's his 21st
successful prosecution.
- Dirty War?
- '76 to '83.
Phone, phone, phone, phone.
- Why do you need so many pictures of your bread?
- Posterity.
Here. Check it.
What am I looking at?
Harry said they left
Argentina to escape the junta ―
the same junta that Delgado is
putting in jail one by one for war crimes.
Now, if you were Eva,
this guy would be your hero.
Why wouldn't you want to meet him?
Because you're not
who you say you are.
Beatriz was calling her
father when she was murdered.
I think it's time we found out why.
My footwork needs finessing.
Hand.
- I've reconsidered.
- Back step.
That second date.
I don't think that is a good idea.
Why not?
What's changed between
yesterday and today?
Turn.
It's unprofessional.
Because I'm your student?
Because you're sticking your
nose where it doesn't belong.
Oh. Of course.
Was your mother
always a tango dancer?
You should stop being so nosy about other
people's families and focus on your giro.
- It's shoddy.
- No one's ever said that about my giro before.
So, shall we talk about
Beatriz's family, then?
- A woman is dead. Let her rest.
- How can she rest when her killer is still out there?
What are you implying?
Have you heard of the Escuela
Superior de Mecanica de la Armada?
You can go,
or I can call security.
Aka the Navy Petty-Officers
School of Mechanics,
aka a concentration camp
in central Buenos Aires
for political prisoners.
Get out.
There were only five
midwives at the ESMA.
Two of them are dead,
one of them's in custody,
and two of them are wanted
by the Argentinian government
for aiding and abetting the kidnapping
of children during the Dirty War.
And one of their names
was Lucrezia Sevellos.
Your real name.
Get back to the office.
I'll handle this.
It wasn't just any
box in that study.
It was a hardwood and deer-antler box
custom made to hold a gaucho knife.
Five inches, single sided blade.
One of only two things
you brought from Argentina.
What was it you said?
Your mother had had a hard life, and
you wanted to make things easy for her.
You want to protect
her from her past.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Camellia oil.
It was found on Beatriz's wounds.
That's the oil that your
mother uses to tend the knife.
Did you kill her?
- Yes.
- No!
Yes. I killed her.
No, you didn't.
No, you come into our lives and you
dig up these things from 40 years ago.
- Things that don't even matter.
- Things that don't matter?
Don't. Don't.
Please, don't. Just...
Just arrest me.
Just do it. Please.
This is the only other thing that your
mother brought from Argentina. This picture.
And Beatriz saw it at your house
the night she came to dinner.
That photo is one of the only surviving pictures
taken from inside the ESMA when it was active.
That photo, as Francisco
Delgado told me last night,
has been sitting on his desk
since Beatriz was in law school.
She recognised you, and you knew it.
So you got Gavin's address from the registry, and you
went to Gavin's house, where you knew she would be.
You saw her on her phone.
And when Beatriz left to go home, you
were the one that Gavin heard in his yard.
And then...
She was calling her father. She
wanted to tell him what she'd seen.
He never picked up, but you knew
it was only a matter of time.
And ultimately, the threat wasn't against
your life or the life you've built here,
but that the person you love most in
all the world would find out what you did
and what you are.
You have no baby photos.
You have no father.
Because Eva took you from a prisoner
at the camp where she worked.
- She stole you.
- No.
I saved him.
That's not...
Come on, Mother, that is not true.
That's... That's not true.
- J-Just listen to me.
- No, no. Stop crying. It is not true. She's lying.
I love you. You're my boy.
You're my son. I love you.
I've always loved you.
Te amo, hijo mio.
It'll be OK.
Te amo, hijo mio.
It wasn't personal, you know.
I know.
You know, at first, I hated you.
For what you did to her.
I wanted to hurt you,
like you hurt us.
And then today I saw him ―
Beatriz's father.
Have you ever seen
a dead man walking?
A few times.
Eva is still your mother.
You can't erase the last 40 years.
You can't switch it on and off.
It's part of the burden of living.
You could try to look for
your biological parents.
Grandparents.
You don't have to do this alone.
It is a really nice day.
Yeah, it is.
- Numero quatre.
- Hey!
That's Spanish and French.
But we've got Spanish
tapas and French wine.
So they bullied you into it, huh?
No, we made an arrest. Gavin's in the
clear. I get to tell my team, 'I told you so.'
- What makes you think I don't want to party?
- Oh, just everything about you.
Aw, Harry.
Oh, Harry.
- Are you scared I'm gonna show you up?
- Yeah, real scared
- Oh! What?!
- Oh!
A man of many skills.
Oh, where the hell
did you learn that?
Learn what?
- You've been holding out on me.
- Yeah? - Yeah. You have.
Who are you, Harry Henare?
Sebastian Kent.
He had some enemies.
Famous author dead inside a
statue ― that's pretty juicy.
I told you it was macabre.
- Good morning, sunshine!
- Alexa, it is 3.23am.
- She's here to help.
- Help who?
- You?
- Everybody wants something.
I wasted a third of my life
in service to his career.
We're all a bit sick
of talking about it.
Righto.
I always say the best murder site
is one that no one knows is there.