My Life is Murder

- 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 [ Man screams ] -Tempted?

-Sorry?

-To do the jump.

-Not without my brown pants.

-Go on, dare you.

-I'm waiting for someone.

-Oh, she's always late.

You've got time.

-Alexa?

-Go on.

I heard you had 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 is in the eating, as they say.

-What do you want, Harry?

-Kieran said you might be able to help me up with a case.

-Sweet of him.

[ Whimsical music plays ] Well...?

-Michael Suzman.

No criminal record, didn't gamble, no debts.

Four weeks ago, he's out on his early morning run when, out of nowhere, a woman appears with a handgun.

Shoots him four times.

Feels like a hit, right?

-How do you know the shooter was a woman?

-There was a witness.

-[ Screams ] -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?

-No, 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 ] And 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 charged.

-I didn't want to.

I was overruled.

-Do your higher-ups know you're talking to me?

-No.

-Well, 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.

Be good to keep it that way.

-I know someone who can trace those calls.

[ Upbeat music plays ] [ Woman vocalizing ] -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.

The band's getting back together!

[ Upbeat music plays ] 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 make promises you can't keep.

[ Madison sneezes ] -Oh, don't tell me you've got another cat.

[ Purring ] Are these the clothes the police found in Tamara's house?

-Mm-hmm.

-Well, they're the same.

-Could've been planted.

Okay.

Look.

This is her the next day.

First police interview.

-No, it's -- it's absolutely not true.

I did not hurt anyone.

I did not kill anyone.

I had nothing to do with this.

Nothing.

[ Remote clicks ] -She seem guilty to you?

-You don't think so?

[ Beeping ] -Oh, I've interviewed a few murderers in my time.

-Are you still selling your bread?

-Yep.

Caf 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.

- Tell me that you love me -Not again!

Hi, Mum.

Yeah, 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 closes ] Okay.

I will.

Bye.

God, you'd think I'd gone to Afghanistan or something.

She's such a worry-- [ Cellphone thuds ] Alexa?

[ Upbeat music plays ] -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.

-Oh, the, um...

The funeral was lovely.

The children said wonderful things.

-Thank you.

-Please.

[ Sighs ] -Now, 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.

-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?

-5:30 a.m. every day.

In his favorite runners, favorite 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?

[ Upbeat music plays ] -Such a great city.

Have you been to the gelato place or the fish markets?

-Tell me about the phone calls.

-Okay.

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.

-Okay.

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 the calls didn't want to be found.

That's useful.

Want some?

Alright.

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.

[ Upbeat music plays ] -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.

-Ah, 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 want to 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 colors?

-Yes.

The herringbone one was green, and the other one was sort of pastel-y sky blue.

-You know, I think I have something out back.

-Would -- Would this one work?

I mean, I know that my husband would have loved that.

-Did he pass away?

-Yeah, a few years ago now.

-I'm sorry.

I, um...

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-hmm.

That's right.

-What a lovely way to keep him in your thoughts.

-Uh, yeah.

I'll take 2 meters, 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.

-Oh, go on.

Say you're glad I came.

[ Upbeat music plays ] -Hello.

I'm here to see Dr. McMaster.

-Oh, do you have an appointment?

-No, I called about half an hour ago.

Alexa Crowe.

-Ah, yes.

Just let me finish up this.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

-Oh, you're Dr. McMaster.

-I am, yeah.

James, please.

-And you run your own reception.

-Uh, 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.

-Oh, that sounds nebulous.

-I can put you in touch with a detective if you want to 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 defense witness for her trial and... -Patient confidentiality.

I -- 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 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 -- if she did do this horrible thing, it means that I missed something, that I failed her.

That's -- That's quite confronting.

-Was it just depression that she had?

-[ Sighs ] 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.

-[ Laughs ] 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 defense 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 want to grab a meal?

Food's great when you're angry.

-What kind of a meal?

-I don't know.

You choose.

[ Whimsical music plays ] -Hey.

-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?

-To be honest, I was kind of hoping you were calling from the airport.

-I delivered your bread to Reuben's Caf.

He's hot, in case you haven't noticed.

-There's 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 6:00, except for the night of the shooting.

-Go on.

-According to her location data, on that night, she left at 9:00, went via the harbor, and stopped for one minute, 27 seconds.

-Where at the harbor?

How long you been in homicide?

-About 12 years.

Started off with fraud, but didn't go for it much.

Didn't get along with desks.

-Me neither.

-Hey, you gotta keep your heart rate up.

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.

[ Upbeat music plays ] -Back again?

-Seems I am.

-I'm -- I'm just about to close up.

You want more silk for your ties?

-Tamara, the police found the gun that you threw in the harbor.

-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?

-'Cause 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?

-[ Sighs ] 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 Suzman was shot.

-I've been through this so many times!

-Once more just for me, please.

-Alright.

I woke up at 5: 30 a.m.

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.

Five minutes.

-You know the two phone calls that you got?

-I didn't get any phone calls.

-Well, 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 when I run.

-Your phone was in the same place at the same time when Michael Suzman 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 ] What's gonna happen to me?

[ Soft music plays ] -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 ] 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.

-Oh.

You should see someone about that.

-Oh, anyone in particular?

-Uh, yeah, but he doesn't date his patients.

-I should think not.

That kind of thing can lead to trouble.

-[ Laughs ] No, I can honestly say this is some of the worst yakitori I've ever had in my life.

-I know.

I'm so sorry.

-Maybe I should choose the venue next time.

-Maybe you should.

-Mm-hmm.

Let's find a bin somewhere down here.

[ Upbeat music plays ] [ Door closes ] -You're late!

-Oh, make yourself at home.

-I'm making you a blouse.

-Who said I wanted one?

-"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 'cause that shop won't be open much longer.

-You found the gun?

-Yes.

Ad now Tamara's helping the police with their inquiries.

-Happy Harry.

-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 Suzman's social media.

You hunting for a motive?

-Yes, something.

Anything.

I mean, people don't go out and just get murdered for no reason.

-Could have been mistaken identity.

-Or something.

I just don't believe Tamara's a killer.

-There was a 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.

-No, 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.

[ Dog barks, cellphone vibrates ] -What's that?

-My sister Lola.

-Well, are you gonna get it?

-No.

She'll just be nagging me about something, and it won't stop ringing until I answer it.

-How many siblings do you have?

-Nine.

-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.

-This bed's comfy!

-Night!

-I can see the light under the door.

-Good night.

-It was ratepayer's meeting at the council to discuss changes in planning regulations.

-What can you tell me about this guy?

-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?

-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 harbor and cost him money.

He was very insistent.

He offered to buy us out.

-And you said no, obviously.

-Well, I was tempted.

He would have kept the house as is.

But Michael said the offer wasn't good enough.

-Was it an acrimonious discussion?

-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?

-Kim, if you could book Mr. Chase in for Wednesday week, please.

I'll see you then, Bryce.

Well, hello.

-Got a minute?

-Oh, I have exactly two minutes, but for you three.

-Okay.

Michael Suzman, 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 Road.

-That was Michael Suzman's house?

-It was.

Well, before he was murdered by your patient, allegedly.

-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?

-As I recall, it was -- 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 'cause I wanna know.

You know, I'm an obsessive.

-Yeah, 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.

[ Upbeat music plays ] -Could that be a man?

-A small man, maybe, but the paper girl 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 on as a patient.

I've got a GP who can get you in.

-You're kidding, right?

-You did that fiddle-dee-dee with Tamara's phone.

That was smooth.

-It'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 don't know.

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 do it."

-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 behavior 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.

Okay.

The -- 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.

-[ Sighs ] -Where the hell is she?

Her appointment was two hours ago.

I mean, she could be in trouble.

That wouldn't happen.

[ Pen scribbling ] -That was great.

Thank you so much.

-Sure.

Not a problem.

Now, look.

You shouldn't expect to feel completely well after just one session, but if you want to 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.

-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 Suzman was killed.

Working at the farm in Makarau.

-Want me to check that out?

-No, 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 consultation?

-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 visualization stuff.

He 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.

What... -Harry, have you still got Tamara Innes in custody or has she been released?

[ Upbeat music plays ] 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 Suzman'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.

-Are 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.

[ Upbeat music plays ] -Listen to this -- "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 hyper-susceptible to hypnotherapy.

Well, what if Tamara Innes is one of those?

-What, you think a psychiatrist programmed her to shoot Michael Suzman?

-Starting to think it's possible.

-You're kidding, right?

Tell me you're kidding.

-Morning, Reuben.

-Bread man cometh?

-Bread woman!

-[ Chuckles ] Bread man is 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 hypnotize someone into doing something that violates their value system.

-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 ] Mmm!

-How was breakfast?

-Well, the food was great, and the company stank.

-What do you think?

-I need the 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.

-Okay.

What do you need?

-Has she been in Makarau?

-She was there the day before the shooting.

How did you know that?

-Go which way?

-That way.

-Alright.

Let's go.

-What are we looking for?

-It's one of those "I'll know it 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.

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.

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?

Look, Tamara's location data says she was around here, somewhere.

Did you find something?

-Yes.

Give me the keys.

-Are you going to tell me what you're doing?

-Keys, please?

Thank you.

Did you really take long service leave to come here?

-Yeah, three months full pay.

-Three months?

-Mm.

-You must have 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.

[ Vehicle approaches ] -Hello.

Nice car!

-Oh, thank you.

-Looks like you're in the market for a midlife crisis.

-[ Chuckles ] Want to tell me what you're doing on my property?

-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 ] -The more I see that guy, the less I like him.

-Yeah.

[ Dog barks, cellphone vibrates ] -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.

[ Seagulls chirping ] -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 you.

You might want to get those down to ballistics.

[ Gunshots ] [ Engine turns off ] [ Car door opens ] -So, the spell wore off, and you turned into a consultant.

Are you sure that it wore off?

-I've got to say, I have not been on a firing range for years, and I am really happy to know I still got it.

[ McMaster laughs ] -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-hmm.

-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.

Now, right about this time, a patient walks into his office, and he realizes 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 do with it.

It's 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.

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 a target instead of this poor bloke that he's been following secretly on his morning run.

And to get her to pull the trigger at exactly the right moment, he uses a very special ringtone that is programmed into her phone.

[ Cawing ] -[ Laughs ] 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 Suzman's shirt color.

We wouldn't want her to shoot the wrong person.

-No, no, no!

Don't play that!

[ Cawing ] No!

No!

No!

-It's alright, Tamara.

-[ Panting ] -Relax.

They're just blanks.

Now, look into my eyes.

Look into my eyes.

Hey.

And breathe with me.

In and out.

Well... Eh.

Madison?

Madison?

-Coming.

Oh, that looks great on you.

-Where you going?

-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 you around.

-Yeah.

That's bag's empty, isn't it?

-Yes.

-You really suck at this, don't you?

-Yep.

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.

[ Knocks on door ] - Rolling along... -Oh, hey.

-Nice shirt.

-Oh, this old thing?

-Kieran said you drink white.

-Very nice.

Now, I do drink red, too, but I 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 the hypnotism...

I believe you owe me an apology.

-Well, why don't you ask me in, and we can talk about it?

-Easy.

I hardly know ya.

- She was so good... -Thanks for the wine!

- ...in trouble -Want to watch a movie?

[ Sneezes ] -Aw, good boy.

- So good at being in trouble -Oh, this is a good one.

- So good at being in trouble -Yeah?

-Ah!

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