♪♪ ♪♪ -Excuse me.

Excuse me.

-Hi, lady.

-Hello.

-Hi.

You left this.

At my house.

-Oh, what a shame you weren't home.

I've gotta go so... -No.

But, actually, I was there.

Because I got a text saying that the parcel's coming.

So, I was there, but you didn't bother ringing the door bell.

-Okay, lady.

I rang your doorbell at 10:37 a.m. Actually says there.

So...

There.

-No.

See, that's impossible.

Because I was there waiting, three days in a row.

-Well, maybe your doorbell's broken.

Have you thought of that?

-Maybe you just didn't bother ringing the bell at all.

-Lady, that is against protocol, and I'm a stickler for protocol.

If you want to leave a complaint, you can go to the website and you can make a complaint or leave me a compliment.

-Compliments?

You get many of those?

-Yeah, I do.

I get lots.

I mean, I can't name them all because I'm just, it's...

I only started last week.

-In that case, I really like your top.

-Thank you so much.

-Please give me my parcel.

-No.

You need to go to the depot.

Okay?

So... -You know what?

Don't make me come down there.

-Okay, I'll give you it.

What's your name again?

-Crowe.

-Karen Crowe?

'Cause... 'Cause you seem like a Karen.

-Thank you.

-You need to get your doorbell battery checked.

-[Sighs] ♪♪ ♪♪ You found a friend, I see.

-Yeah.

My sister's out of town.

He gets anxious when I leave him at home by himself.

-Have you tried leaving the TV on?

You'd be surprised who that works for.

Hello.

-Oh, someone likes you.

Here you go.

-Of course.

I'm delightful.

Here.

Good boy.

-Are you familiar with Ramona Church Jewelry?

-I suspect I'm about to be.

-Jeweler to the stars.

-Sounds schmancy.

-Super schmancy.

They had a break-in at their showroom three weeks ago.

One of the owners, Mariel DeMarco, was working a little bit later than usual... prepping for a big launch.

We think she was there when the thieves broke in.

Mariel managed to get to a panic button, but couldn't stop them.

♪♪ She died from a blow to the back of the head.

They got away with a handful of gold necklaces.

There's no sign of a murder weapon.

There's no prints.

They were done and dusted in seven minutes.

-Not their first rodeo.

-And they'd done their homework.

They knew the CCTV was wireless, they knew how to jam it, they knew how to avoid all the hidden cameras out back.

-So it looks like an inside job, sounds like an inside job... but it's not, because...?

-The other partners in the business have alibis.

-Niki Balodis and Ramona Church herself.

Both were at the Young Jeweler's awards all night.

Alibis check out.

-Annoying.

-Yeah.

The MO matches a series of burglaries in Wellington in the last few years.

We're about to hand the case over to a team down there.

-So, you've come to me because...?

-'Cause we found this... on the back step that night.

-"My apologies."

And they say manners are dead.

-Wasn't there before the break-in.

There's no footage of it arriving.

So, someone left it there in the seven minutes the cameras were down.

-You think the killer left an apology note?

-Could be an act of remorse.

-How do you know it didn't just blow in on the wind?

-Call it gut instinct.

-You've been hanging out with me too long.

-[Whistles] -So, you've got this swanky jewelry heist murder, but you want my help because somebody maybe just possibly left a sorry note.

-Would it help if I say please?

-Well, it is the magic word.

♪♪ -"Rose gold with diamonds and ostrich eggshell accents."

I mean, ostrich egg.

This woman is a genius.

Holy banana pants!

Do you know how much this Ramona Church stuff costs?

-I'm guessing a lot.

-And then some.

I mean, those four stolen necklaces were worth... Look, I am so in the wrong job.

-I'll be sure to let Harry know.

-Do you reckon they'll let me try some stuff on?

-It is a murder investigation.

Not a shopping trip.

♪♪ -I'm afraid I don't know much about the CCTV.

Mariel was across all of that.

-Oh, she took care of the business side of things?

-Yeah.

I design the jewelry, Niki runs the workroom, but... Mariel looked after everything else.

I didn't realize how much we relied on her till it was too late.

-The police found this on the back door step that night.

Do you recognize the handwriting?

-No.

I've already told the police that I don't.

-This one is really beautiful.

-Yeah.

I made that the day after the robbery.

It was just too awful seeing the empty spaces left behind.

-So, you and Mariel were close.

-She found me selling earrings in a local market.

I was just a penniless kid from the tough side of the tracks.

-With a police record.

-That was a long time ago.

It was petty stuff.

-Yeah, I read it.

-And here we are.

And now she is gone because some criminal thought that a bit of gold was more important than her life.

I just... don't know what I'm gonna do without her.

-Hey, is everything okay?

-Yeah, it's fine.

Yeah, they're just looking into the break-in.

-Right.

Yeah, um, I don't know much about the CCTV either.

Mariel took care of all the grown-up stuff.

-She liked to be in control?

-No.

She was just... You know, she was good at it.

-The night she died, you and Ramona were at an event together.

-The Young Jewelers' awards.

Ramona was giving the keynote for the second year in a row.

-And you were with her the entire night?

-Yes.

I was going to be staying here and helping Mariel prepare for the launch.

But Ramona was just... so nervous about her speech.

-Is that usual for her?

-Yeah, it was a big problem for a while.

But a couple of months ago, someone suggested that she tried affirmations, and it's really helped.

-Affirmations?

-Yeah, yeah, like a... Says a mantra to herself, sort of thing.

-So, the police report said that four gold necklaces were stolen.

They were plain gold?

Not ostrich egg?

-It took me years to convince Ramona to design something so simple.

And as soon as she does, boom, look what happened.

And I'd only just made them that week too.

-Oh, you made them?

Not Ramona?

-Ah, yeah.

Look, she still designs everything.

I just sort of oversee the fiddly stuff, when she's so busy.

We have a joke that she is the heart and I'm the hands.

♪♪ -For those playing along at home, the security cameras went offline at 7:40 p.m. Now, Mariel pressed the panic button at the four-minute mark.

And the CCTV resumed at 7:47 p.m. -Why go to the trouble of disabling the CCTV and then only taking the necklaces that Niki made?

-4,000 karats worth of gold ain't bad for a night's work.

[Cellphone rings] You're not gonna get that?

-Nah.

He can wait.

-Oh, go girl.

Treat 'em mean.

-Now, why leave a note there?

Outside the back door.

-Maybe they freaked out that they killed someone and they just dropped it.

-And why not write, "I'm sorry?"

I mean, doesn't "My apologies" seem weirdly formal?

-It's better than hashtag-soz.

That's not a caramel almond latte.

-She's good, isn't she?

-We have high hopes for her.

Where's mine?

-Patience is a virtue.

-So is benevolence and mercy to a woman who's not had any caffeine.

Okay.

Now, there was a platinum and diamond necklace worth far more in the same cabinet as the stolen ones.

Why did they leave that behind?

-Maybe they panicked when they saw Mariel.

Or they're not good thieves.

-Hey.

-Be strong.

It'll only take a few minutes.

-Or maybe... they weren't thieves at all.

♪♪ -Something I said?

♪♪ -Alexa, here's your coffee.

-The CCTV was off for seven minutes.

Why did it take four of those minutes for Mariel to hit the panic button?

She's a woman, at night, alone, surrounded by expensive jewelry and somebody's jimmying open the door.

Four minutes is a really long time.

-Yeah, but maybe she was hiding.

-Or maybe it was someone she knew?

Someone she spoke to for four minutes?

-I wouldn't be chatting to someone if they just broke my door in.

-Oh, if that's what happened.

-No.

I've seen the crime scene photos.

We know that someone jimmied the door.

-What if that happened on the way out instead of on the way inside?

-To make it look like a break-in.

-Or to disguise the fact they had a key, or that Mariel let them in.

-So... -I think maybe it's a murder disguised to look like a burglary.

-By someone Mariel knew.

-Or worse.

Someone she trusted.

♪♪ Was there anything in the CCTV before Mariel died?

-Nada.

And I went through the two weeks before the break-in.

-Okay.

Send that to me, would you?

I wanna look at it.

You seem a little, uh, too happy for this all to be bad news.

-Mariel made a deal with factories in India to mass produce some of Ramona's designs.

So now I'm not gonna have to fork out ridiculous bucks to wear her stuff.

-Oh, that's good.

-The wait list, it's going off like a frog in a sock.

-Oh, is that a vinyl record?

Where did this come from?

-Nowhere important.

-Well, nowhere important's got some great taste in music.

-Whoa.

Mariel was about to be rich.

-Like, obscenely.

Do you think it's connected?

-Maybe.

-Look, either way, there's no obvious suspect in any of this.

-Then we're gonna have to find the not so obvious one.

So nothing in the footage from two weeks before she died.

♪♪ [Cellphone vibrates] ♪♪ [Cellphone vibrates] ♪♪ [Sighs] Wait.

Wait...

This... ♪♪ ♪♪ [Sighs] -According to the courier company, a parcel addressed to Ramona's was due for delivery on the day of the murder, but it was never signed for.

-Who was the delivery driver?

-Enzo Pavone.

He was fired that afternoon for being unreliable.

Seems to be a bit of pattern for him.

Enzo's last tax return listed 17 employers in one year.

All casual, minimum-wage gigs.

None lasted longer than a month, but I can't find any evidence of HR complaints or anything murky.

-Where's he working now?

-No one knows.

He told the other drivers he was going overseas.

But there's no record of him clearing customs.

He hasn't touched his bank account either.

It's like he dropped off the planet.

-Got an address for me?

-Sending it to you now.

[Cellphone chimes, vibrates] -Thank you.

-Oh, cool.

I'll just stay here then.

♪♪ -Mads, is this the right address?

-Enzo's last known address was number six.

Why?

Is something wrong?

-For a courier, his house is worth a lot of ostrich egg bracelets.

♪♪ [Doorbell not ringing] [Knocking] ♪♪ -Apologies, door bell's busted.

-Oh, that must be awful.

I can't imagine.

You're Enzo, correct?

-Ah, yes.

-My name's Alexa, and I'm looking into the death of Mariel DeMarco.

-Mariel's dead?

Poor lady.

I had no idea.

I only got back today.

-Just got back from where?

-Uh, the Middle East.

Dubai.

-Oh, you're a collector?

-My mother.

Her family escaped Imperial Russia.

She spent her life obsessed with finding rare treasures.

Ah, ba-ba-ba...

Except, she was very particular about them.

-So, um, the night that Mariel died... -Please.

-...you were assigned to deliver a package to the jewelry studio.

-Yes, um, I realized I'd forgotten at the end of my shift.

So I went back on my way home.

-And you left a note.

-To apologize for taking so long to deliver it.

The salon was closed.

-Did you happen to notice anything unusual?

-Um, there was a black car... with tinted windows.

Oh, my God, do you think that was the killer?

-What time was that?

-Um, quarter to eight.

I know, because I was rushing home.

My flight to Dubai was first thing.

-I just love the view from the Burj Khalifa.

-There's a reason they call it the Venice of the Gulf.

-Mm.

[Speaks Arabic] -Exactly.

And yet, there's no actual evidence... that you left the country.

-Well, this deal is... is very high level.

You know?

It's pretty hush-hush.

You know?

I could tell you more, but I'd have to kill you.

[Chuckles] -So, how does the courier work fit into that?

-Research.

You learn a lot about people, when they take no notice of you.

[Yawns] Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh.

My flight landed this morning.

Those long hauls are a nightmare, even in the pointy end.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

That jet lag's a killer.

Mads, I want you to do a deep dive into Enzo.

-Oh, hello to you too.

-He says he's been doing deals in the Middle East, but I don't think he speaks any Arabic.

-Okay.

Are you telling me that you speak Arabic?

-Well, I can say, "Please open the door," which is about four words more than Enzo speaks.

Oh, hang on a sec.

♪♪ [Camera shutter clicks] Okay.

That'll be great.

Thanks.

[Knock on door] How can you have been making deals in the Middle East when you were buying a burger in Wyuna Bay?

-It's true.

I...

I wasn't out of the country.

[Sighs] It was me.

I killed her.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Your mate Enzo loves a chat.

-He's not my mate.

-That's not how he tells it.

Though he also claims to be a concert violinist.

So... -[Laughs] -The short version, Enzo swears he broke in, Mariel recognized him, they argued, she fell and hit her head.

-Except there wasn't a break-in.

And she didn't fall.

Did he give you a motive?

-He claims his mother supplied the antiques for the jeweler's.

Mariel refused to sell them, so he decided to steal them.

We searched his house from top to bottom, found nothing.

No stolen jewelry, no murder weapon.

-Mm, so what you've got is... a note that places him at the scene and a confession.

-Which is full of details that don't fit.

-Why would he confess to a murder, and then throw up flak about everything else?

-Ah, whatever he's up to, he's loving the attention.

-Yeah, I don't suppose there was any sign of that black car he mentioned?

-No.

But we're also still missing seven minutes of CCTV footage.

So... -Mm.

Did your sister really call him Fluffy?

-Well, my sister's incredibly smart, but she also has very bad taste in dogs' names, men, and reality TV.

-Are you sure she didn't just say that so you'd have to yell "Fluffy" at the beach?

-It's very possible.

-Here Fluffy.

Here Fluffy.

-Good boy.

-I like your sister.

-Everything you ever wanted to know about old mate Enzo.

And some stuff you probably didn't.

He failed his way through a very expensive education.

Never had the same job for longer than two months.

-I'm guessing there's no evidence of business deals in the Middle East.

-Excellent deduction.

His dad worked there a lot as an airline exec, but he died pretty young.

Mum passed away three years ago and left the house to Enzo.

She was actually a really big deal in the antiques world.

-Oh, so, he was telling the truth about his mother supplying antiques to the salon.

-Most of the money is tied up in the house and various trusts.

Never been married, no kids, no pets.

Just a classic failure to launch.

-Could Enzo have the skills to jam the CCTV?

-No.

-I need you to find out whether the cops may have missed any black cars that night.

-And what'll you be doing?

♪♪ Being Alexa, clearly.

♪♪ -Enzo?

God, he's always seemed so nice.

Chatty but harmless.

-Tough to believe, isn't it?

-So, do you think he did what he said?

-We're still trying to work that out.

I do know he was here that night.

Did you know that Enzo's mother helped decorate this place?

-Yeah.

Vaguely.

I...didn't pay much attention.

Maybe I should've.

-Anyway, he says that he saw a black car here that night.

Do you happen to know anyone around here who owns one?

-Not off the top of my head.

-What about Mariel?

-Silver Merc.

Niki's is red, because her personal motto is beware of beige.

-Wise woman.

-And I don't have a car.

-Well, I think you are really brave to go ahead with the launch.

-I-I know it feels soon, but it meant a lot to Mariel and... she meant a lot to us.

And now it feels like we can start moving on.

-Niki told me about your pre-speech nerves.

You know?

The affirmations.

-Ah, yeah.

I know it's, um, a bit unusual, but... it seems to work.

-Still, doesn't seem like much fun, for you.

-Well, we all have parts of our jobs we don't like.

-Yeah.

That's why I quit mine.

[Chuckles] -You're smarter than me.

That is really beautiful work.

It's 1940's, right?

-Yeah, right.

That's a nifty party trick.

-It's the color.

Metal shortages during the war meant less copper, more gold.

Family heirloom or...?

-Oh, my husband wanted something with history.

-He is a smart man.

-Yeah, he was.

♪♪ -Have you ever considered updating it?

-Once or twice.

-You shouldn't feel guilty.

Every piece I design tells a story about our lives.

An engagement, a big birthday, a wedding.

When the story changes, we can change the piece to match.

♪♪ What is he doing here?

♪♪ -Look, I-I was just trying to pay my respects.

-Oh, I think you've done enough of that.

I mean, what was the story?

You broke in here to steal back your mother's antiques?

-I didn't think Mariel'd be here.

-Oh, so that's why you hurt her?

-I didn't mean to.

She got a fright.

She slipped.

Her head hit the counter.

-Except that's not what happened, was it?

-Of course it is.

-Try again.

Because there was no break-in.

She didn't fall.

And somebody hit her.

On purpose.

Mariel DeMarco had three grandchildren.

She was on the board of a medical research fund, and she played tennis every week with friends she'd known since school.

And she was planning to skydive on her next birthday.

Someone denied her all of that.

-My first job was coaching tennis... [Cellphone rings] -Oh, for God's sake, Enzo.

A woman went to work... and she did not return.

I think her family deserves to know what really happened.

[Cellphone rings] God.

Enzo!

♪♪ -Did you play it yet?

-Look, there's been a lot going on.

-Do you have any idea how hard it was to get that to you from in here?

The least you can do is say thanks.

-I'm more interested in the why and the how.

What are you after?

-I'm doing something nice for my sister.

You loved that song.

-And you hated it.

-Yeah.

Because you played it non-stop the whole summer.

Can't remember any of my passwords, but those lyrics are lodged in my brain forever.

-I saved up for weeks to buy that single.

And you stole it.

-Yeah.

I did.

-Yeah, and you denied it for decades.

-Now you know... that you were right all along.

It's my gift to you.

-Alright, but you're a thief.

And a liar.

Thank you.

-Oh, come on.

You and I both know you love sitting up there on your high horse and being right.

-At least I don't steal kids' records.

-Oh, to be fair, I was a kid myself.

Living in your shadow, I might add.

Oh, you don't -- You don't get it, do you?

You have no idea what it was like.

How hard it was living up to someone who's so bloody perfect?

Oh, it was always so easy for you.

-That's not true.

-That's one thing you never understood.

It doesn't have to be true... to feel true.

♪♪ -Well, thank you for the gift.

And the memories.

Always good talking to you.

Ohh.

[Sighs] Listen, I did not save up for that single.

I got tired of waiting, so I nicked it from the shop on the hill.

And I nearly got caught doing it, 'cause do you know how hard it is to hide a 45 under your jumper?

-Yeah.

LPs are harder.

Oh, I guess you can't be good at everything, eh?

-Yeah.

Sad but true.

-It's good to see you, Lex.

Enjoy the music.

♪♪ ♪♪ -It's a kiln.

To make glass beads in the microwave.

I've got a great idea for a necklace.

-Should I be worried that you're inspired by a murder case?

-Ah.

Should I be worried that you're stress baking?

This is about Enzo, isn't it?

-I just don't think he did it.

-So why is he telling everyone that he did?

-'Cause he's a classic underachiever who never gets any attention.

This is his chance to be noticed.

-By confessing to murder?

Man, that is so messed up.

Hey, I found out what was in that missing parcel.

It went through customs the day before Mariel died.

A top-of-the-range blowtorch.

-The kind used to make fancy jewelry?

-The very same kind.

-You know, if it wasn't for Enzo sticking his schnozz in and distracting everybody, Ramona and Niki would be looking pretty bloody good right now.

-Yeah.

Apart from their excellent alibis.

-Yeah.

Well, apart from that.

-Phone data places Niki and Ramona here that night from 7:00 p.m. till they both got calls about Mariel at about 9:00.

Now, Niki was visible mingling all night.

-Well, where was our famous jeweler for all of this?

-Upstairs.

Locked safely in the green room doing her affirmations.

Ramona came in here at 7:30 p.m. and emerged at 8:00.

The organizers had a staff member posted outside to stop her being disturbed, and they heard her the whole time.

-That's a lot of chanting.

-As alibis go, we're talking rock solid.

-Speaking of solid, this thing's been painted shut.

-As I told you, rock-solid alibi.

-You know that most rocks are porous, don't you?

-Well, not this one.

-You know, smug doesn't suit you as well as you think it does.

-Yet it just feels so good.

♪♪ -No way.

Gordon Ramsay even?

-I'm serious.

Vegan for years.

It's an open secret when I worked there.

-You shouldn't have come all this way.

-Told you she'd be glad to see me.

I need your help.

-I'm a bit busy investigating a murder.

-I'm in danger.

♪♪ I'm being followed.

-Know the feeling.

-What if the real killer thinks I know something?

-Stop telling everyone you do.

-This is what happens to key witnesses, isn't it?

They end up with new identities in some clapped-out caravan up the coast.

-Key witnesses usually have some sort of credible evidence.

-I know I'm being followed.

-Then you should go home and stay out of sight of everyone.

Just to be safe.

♪♪ ♪♪ -[Grunts] ♪♪ ♪♪ Six stitches.

And they're not sure I'll get full strength back in my arm.

-Do you ever think about selling this place?

-You in the market?

-Ah, just you know, it doesn't really feel like you, that's all.

-You don't know me.

-I know that family can leave a long shadow.

-You think you understand me?

-I understand why you're scared.

-Yeah, because someone tried to kill me.

-Well, perhaps somebody thinks that you know something that can solve a murder.

-Yeah, well, joke's on them.

Hah!

That night, I forgot the parcel.

I went back, I dropped it off, left the note.

And all the time that... that poor woman was in there, dying.

I mean, maybe if I'd paid attention for once... seen something, tried to help her.

I didn't.

I just drove away.

I mean, what kind of man does that?

-I think maybe you're asking the wrong question.

I'm more interested in the kind of man who goes out of his way to deliver a parcel even though it's not his job any more.

You weren't to know what was happening in there.

You were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

-Yeah.

Story of my life.

-Enzo... listen to me.

You cannot change what happened.

But you can help me now if you tell me what you really saw.

-She wasn't really about to... go on a skydive, was she, on her next birthday?

-Mariel?

No.

Probably not.

-Mm.

Maybe one detail too many.

-Duly noted.

What did you see?

-[Sighs] Look... all I saw... was a black car.

Could've been parked there for weeks.

But it was there.

-There's no evidence of a black car being there the night Mariel died.

-I swear on my mother's grave there was a black car... and the same car ran me down last night.

♪♪ -Should I ask why we need a new microwave?

-Look, it's better if you don't.

-How's the necklace going?

-Going great, but I went through all the footage near Enzo's accident.

We do believe that that actually happened, right?

-Yeah, somebody found him injured in the street and called the ambulance.

-Who would wanna take him out?

Apart from, you know, everyone who's actually met him.

-I was hoping you could tell me.

-The bad news is I'm getting a big fat zilch on black cars in a three-kilometer radius.

And you really thought he was telling the truth this time?

-Somebody else believed he was enough of a danger to try to shut him up permanently.

-Well, whoever it is, they don't drive a black car.

-What about other cars?

-This is the closest camera I found.

Security footage from a shop down the street from the accident.

No visible plates, and it's red.

But the timing works.

Why would he lie about the color?

-It doesn't have to be true to feel true.

♪♪ Enzo's socks.

They never match.

He wears purple and blue and... and green with orange.

-Well, I admire his fashion confidence.

-But people with protan color blindness, they mistake blue for purple.

And they see some reds as black.

What model is our friend Niki's red car?

♪♪ -♪ At 1:00 am ♪ ♪ The brain is like a sieve ♪ ♪ At 2:00 am.

♪ ♪♪ [Indistinct conversations] -Forensics tested everything.

The murder weapon's not here.

-Mm.

Do you know anything about jewelry?

-I know to choose an engagement ring that doesn't leave a mark when it's thrown back in your face.

-...I've been given.

I am courageous.

And calm under pressure.

Happiness is a choice.

♪♪ -You tempted?

-Oh, I don't think this would go with my active lifestyle.

-Hm.

Pity.

-Point is, this thing is worth a fortune.

It's in the same display case.

Now, even if you were faking a robbery... you'd take that with you, wouldn't ya?

-While you two brilliant investigators were window shopping, I found out that the salmon blinis are great.

You should avoid the rubbery frittatas.

Also, Ramona's finished chanting.

So we're on.

-Good luck.

♪♪ [Glass clinks] -Ah, um, hi.

Thank you so much for coming.

Tonight, we reclaim this beautiful space and pay homage to my mentor and dearest friend... Mariel DeMarco.

-Gosh, you're right.

Those affirmations really work.

I mean, she doesn't look nervous at all.

-Now's not really the time.

-Really?

I think this is a really big moment.

I mean, for Ramona, certainly.

-It's a big moment for both of us.

We've all worked hard for this.

-Well, yeah, but she's up there and you're back here.

That's got to hurt.

-The only thing that hurts is not having Mariel standing here beside me.

-Mariel was like... -Do you know who's really hurt?

Enzo Pavone.

Terrible car accident last night.

-What?

Is he okay?

-Oh, he'll live to tell the tale.

Yeah.

Thing is, the car that ran him down looked a lot like yours.

-Well, it wasn't me.

-No, but you're the only one with a car like that who might wanna stop Enzo talking about seeing a car like that the night Mariel died.

-Mariel was killed in a break-in.

-Or someone wanted to make it look like that.

-...and she had a unique... -Why would I wanna hurt Mariel?

She gave me my dream job.

-Well, that means she could take it away again too.

I mean, outsourcing jewelry production, that had to be worrying.

-No.

She was training me to oversee the expansion.

So I wouldn't say it was worrying.

In fact, I think you'll find the word is "exciting."

-...always believing in what we could... -And I was here all night last night, prepping for the launch.

Check the CCTV.

-Oh, I will.

-I have always said that jewelry tells a story about who we are.

-She does always say that.

-But sometimes even the best stories have to end.

Mariel was the true power behind this company.

And I can't go on without her.

So it's with a very heavy but... grateful heart that I am announcing the closure of Ramona Church Jewelry, effective immediately.

-Whoa!

-Thank you so much for your support.

-That was a really big moment for both of you.

[Murmuring] -Excuse me.

♪♪ -Okay, I was not expecting that.

-Neither was Niki.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Morning!

Ah, Alexa's gone to breakfast.

♪♪ -What?

Wha-a-a-t?

♪♪ -Big appetite this morning.

Enjoy!

-Thank you.

I can't help thinking that we're missing something that's right in front of us.

-Oh, I can relate.

-Mind you, so did Niki.

I mean, until Ramona's announcement last night, she had no idea what her friend was up to.

-Yeah, you can't imagine what that feels like.

-Here.

Have some toast.

It's the best cure for hangovers going.

-I just saw Harry, at our place.

-Yeah, come on.

Don't miss the critical butter window.

-Do you believe that a lie of omission is as bad as a lie of commission?

-Those are heavy questions before coffee.

-Indulge me.

What do you believe?

-I believe in truth.

And good bread.

Not necessarily in that order.

What?

Are you trying to tell me something?

-Maybe you have something you wanna say to me?

-What if Ramona... was using Niki's trust to her advantage?

-Alright.

-Check this out.

Niki doesn't have a handbag in any of the photos leading up to Ramona's speech on the night of the murder.

I think that she had it locked away with Ramona's safe and sound.

And that means... -Niki's keys were in the room with Ramona.

-Points to you, Feliciano.

-Why would Ramona murder the woman who was going to make her mind-blowingly rich?

-Mm.

Ramona spiked the business within a month of Mariel's death.

Money's not her motive.

-So what is?

-Ramona was about to be the face of a brand in 30 countries, but she hyperventilates when she gives a speech in front of two dozen people.

I mean, affirmations can only do so much.

-Why not just tell Mariel that she wanted out?

I mean, murder seems like a pretty extreme way to avoid an awkward conversation.

-Yeah, for most.

-And even if you're right... Ramona and the keys were stuck in that room.

I mean, there was no way out without being seen.

-That we know of.

-What, are you suggesting that she levitated out of a locked room?

♪♪ I cannot believe that you're making me do this.

♪♪ I can't believe I'm actually doing this.

-And I can't believe you're still grumbling.

Just go and see where it leads.

-Even if Ramona found her way out like this, there were still witnesses that she was in here the whole time.

-No one saw her.

They only heard her, or thought they did.

-Are you saying that she somehow faked it?

-It's easy enough to do.

You record the right thing, press play.

-Of course.

-Are you hurrying?

I'm timing you.

♪♪ Good one.

So Ramona's alibi, not-so-rock solid.

-Yeah.

We could've just accessed the building plans, you know?

-This was much easier.

-For who?

-For whom.

Look, Ramona had ample time to drive Niki's car down to the jewelry store and back.

-And another hero bites the dust.

But even if you're right, how do we prove any of this?

-I don't know.

-No.

You are not helping.

How many times do I have to explain that I cannot read... through your butt, and neither can you.

-Here.

Mariel registered "Ramona Church Jewelry" as a trademark in 30 countries the week before she died.

-Ooh-la-la.

But these are all registered under Mariel's own name, not the company name.

So Mariel's the one who wanted to go global.

Ramona wants out, and Mariel changes the deal.

-Ramona discovers Mariel owns it all.

Owns her.

-And the golden goose wants out of the cage.

Whoa.

Shouldn't you be wearing safety goggles?

-No, it's absolutely fine.

-That's how you poisoned the last one.

-You can still use it.

-Just not for food.

-Look, how was I supposed to know that melting glass was so toxic -- -Psst.

-Hey, I know that look.

You know what happened.

-Better still.

I know how I can prove it.

♪♪ [Knocking] -Alexa Crowe.

-Enzo, I need your help.

It's about your mother.

♪♪ Busted.

Couldn't help myself.

All these intricate little details.

-What are you doing here, Alexa?

-Well, I've been giving some thought to your offer to melt down my wedding ring to make something new.

Like those necklaces you took the night Mariel died.

-Ah, excuse me?

-Well, that's why you stole the plain ones, right?

'Cause they're easier to melt down and recast than ones with ostrich egg in them.

-I would never hurt Mariel.

She saved me.

-And then she used you.

Turned you into a brand.

-She gave me everything.

-You hated it.

You were using every technique you could possibly find to deal with the stress.

-No.

We were a team.

-Were you?

All that work.

And if you walked away, she owned it all.

So you had to plan things very carefully.

All those intricate details.

-I am the architect of my own world.

-You made sure you had the perfect alibi.

Everyone thought you were inside chanting... when you were really driving here in Niki's car.

To kill Mariel.

You disabled the CCTV and you were hoping to surprise Mariel.

But she saw you.

You got into a fight.

And Mariel managed to get to the panic button... just before you knocked her down.

♪♪ But you kept your head and you made it look like a robbery.

Took the gold necklaces and the murder weapon with you.

Oh, and that parcel out the back door, just in case anyone traced whoever left it.

You made it back in time to make that speech.

But what to do with the murder weapon and the gold necklaces?

Well, you had a plan for that.

Hold that, would you?

It's heavy, isn't it?

Heavy enough to do some real damage.

It's called uranium glass.

Very common back in the day.

The uranium gives it that groovy color, but it also has some other handy side effects.

[Light switch clicks] Cool, huh?

-I don't know what you think you're proving.

The police tested everything in here.

-Not quite everything.

What did you tell me?

Every piece tells a story?

♪♪ Enzo's mother was meticulous with her records.

She supplied Mariel with two identical paperweights.

And you used one to kill Mariel.

And wouldn't you know it, the stolen gold is 300 grams lighter than the new necklace, which is exactly the weight of the missing glass.

You turned the murder weapon into this.

And you hid it in plain sight.

You went to all that trouble to run down Enzo to stop him blabbing.

When neither of you realized he was sitting on much better proof.

♪♪ -I couldn't do it any more.

She wouldn't let me leave.

I didn't have a choice.

-You had a choice.

You chose what you wanted over Mariel's life.

♪♪ -Should I be worried that uranium glass will make my team glow in the dark?

-Well, not if they don't eat it.

Otherwise, there's more radioactivity in a banana.

-[Chuckles] For the record, I think you made it work.

-Oh.

This old thing?

-Active lifestyle and all.

♪♪ -You don't have to say anything, you know.

We're cool.

-Good.

-The phone calls you keep trying to hide, sentimental music gifts, big breakfasts -- I'm happy for you.

-You're happy that a convicted scam-artist will give me no peace?

I'm just trying to figure out what his game is.

Like, maybe he just wants attention.

But maybe he's being nice for the first time in his life?

-It's okay, Alexa.

You can keep your secrets.

♪♪ -♪ Look at you ♪ ♪ You're a pageant ♪ ♪ You're everything ♪ ♪ That I've that imagined ♪ ♪ But something's wrong ♪ ♪ I feel uneasy ♪ ♪ You show me ♪ ♪ Tell me you're not teasin' ♪ ♪ I don't know why ♪ ♪ Sometimes I get frightened ♪ ♪♪ ♪ You can see my eyes ♪ ♪ You can tell that I'm not lyin' ♪ ♪ I don't know why ♪ ♪ Sometimes I get frightened ♪ ♪♪ [ Vocalizing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪