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[Wolf howling]
[Cat snarls]
[Growling]
MAN: Reg!
Oi, Reg!
Mail for the cheetah crew.
Thank you.
Is Glen here?
Do you see me in there? How should I know?
Gee, you can be a touchy *** sometimes.
Me? [Laughs]
I'm just wondering if you'd spoken to him,
that's all.
[Cat snarling]
***.
[Snarls]
***!
CHARLIE: Large animals roaming about.
Why is it we never come here?
NICOLA: Yeah.
Vervet monkeys and rhinos.
Do you know the hippo breaks wind through its mouth?
So you should never invite one over for dinner.
-I'll take note of that. -Yeah, yeah.
PETER: And I'll just ask you a few more questions.
-Excuse me. -Peter, hi.
Thanks for the recommendation again.
CHARLIE: Yes, a very thoughtful birthday present.
Thank you, Peter.
Oh, is it your birthday?
-No, no, no, no, no, no. -It's tomorrow.
It's Charlie's birthday tomorrow.
Don't tell anybody 'cause I want it to be a surprise.
REG: What's going on?
Are they taking Nakatindi?
Because they can't do that.
She belongs here.
Don't worry, nobody's taking your cheetah.
Then who are they?
Oh, they're the cleaners.
-Hello. -Hi.
-Was it an animal attack? -No.
And it wasn't a suicide --
unless he hit himself in the back of his own head.
-With a shovel. -How did you know that?
The shovel you took as evidence.
"He," you said "he" -- he who?
One of the cheetah keepers.
He's Glen.
He was my best, my star big-cat keeper.
PETER: This is Larry,
the head keeper here at Maabade.
I'm so sorry. This must be terrible.
Yeah, it's a disaster. It's disastrous.
An intracranial bleed brought on
by the shovel blow to the head, yeah?
It's nasty.
Nakatindi is your cheetah?
Yeah, Glen was going to accompany her to Zambia
for a breeding program.
He'd got a very prestigious scholarship.
You just don't expect someone to be...
Larry, we're going to put this area right.
We're losing money every second that the zoo's closed.
We gotta pay this cleaning bill.
I could get a hose, I could wash this whole mess down the drain.
I know it seems expensive
but our processes will remove every contaminant.
CHARLIE: And you'll avoid a fine from Environmental Protection.
We've explained that. Larry, a few more questions,
then you can open the park, mate, okay?
CHARLIE: Giraffes only sleep five minutes a day.
Imagine what they'd accomplish if they put their minds to it.
Charlie, look at that.
That's out of place in a cheetah cage.
Agreed.
Maybe it was carried on the flow of blood.
Yeah.
We'd better bag it for Peter.
Yeah, he'd like that.
Someone killed him.
He's sitting in here with his cheetah,
looking forward to
his trip to Zambia, and someone came up behind him and...
Someone killed him.
CHARLIE: No, I reckon this guy's a non-payer.
That's why we should give him the invoice in person.
Hello.
Oh, no, Charlie,
he's going to pay.
He won't be able to help himself.
Look at this office.
Every "I" dotted, and every "T" crossed.
Hello.
Set...
Ooh, look at these.
Oh, wow.
Beautiful.
Someone's got a very keen eye.
Ooh, Charlie.
Tours, Charlie.
[Purrs]
[Charlie growls]
I had no idea how much you loved zoos.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Ever since I was a little boy.
Big fan of "Daktari,"
which, as you know, is Swahili for "doctor."
I remember "Daktari."
There was Clarence the cross-eyed lion.
Yeah, with the glasses to correct his vision.
And there was Judy.
I used to have this great book,
a book of the series, and it was really interesting
'cause they had a tiger on the front
and a lion on the back, which was really odd
because they don't inhabit the same continent,
yet they were on the same book.
-Kooky. -It doesn't make any sense.
No.
Well, looks like you're my only guests.
G'day, I'm Lorcan. I'm your tour guide for today.
How are you?
Just a few things before we get started.
Please refrain from littering,
and just keep your limbs in at all times.
-Sure. -We should be good.
Absolutely.
[Bangs on roof]
CHARLIE: Tigers, though,
completely different kettle of fish.
They have a pulse sensor in their canine teeth.
Well, that I did not know.
They grab your neck to see if you're still alive.
You know a lot more than the average visitor.
You a zoologist?
Well, I'm half a zoologist. I did two semesters.
We're cleaners -- trauma cleaners.
Oh, you were here about Glen.
-Yeah. -Shocking.
I was there, you know. We -- we found him.
It must have been awful.
Larry said he was the star keeper.
That he was.
About the only good thing you could say about him.
I'm sure his wife or his girlfriend...
Marie?
Oh, they split up a week ago.
Right.
Does she work at the zoo as well?
Yeah, she's a hippo keeper.
It's interesting, hippos break wind through their mouths.
Why was that, do you think? Someone else in the picture?
Not that I've heard.
I know Stephan wouldn't mind a try,
but he's stuck in the whole friend zone,
the poor ***.
Stephan?
Yeah, the other hippo keeper.
Glen was pretty bitter about the whole thing.
Hey!
Oh!
Bloody tourists! They'll throw anything off the tour bus.
What if an animal swallowed this or the cigarettes inside?
Nicotine addiction is the last thing an elephant needs.
What's that over there?
LORCAN: That's our sleepover safari experience,
one of our main attractions, it's fantastic.
REG: It wasn't me.
PETER: We just need to ask you a few questions.
You are out of your mind.
You people -- you are out of your mind!
He doesn't seem happy.
You wouldn't be happy if a bloodstained shirt
in your locker matched the victim's blood group.
"Glen" -- can we say "Glen," not "the victim"?
PETER: Ah, Reg had Glen's blood on his shirt and every reason
in the world to want Glen dead.
-You see, Reg -- -Reg is from Zambia.
He wanted to go back home with the cheetah.
Oh, sorry, Peter.
You wanted to tell us that, didn't you?
As you were.
Glen was headed to Zambia with the cheetah.
Reg thought the job was rightfully his.
We're taking him in for questioning.
I reckon we've got our guy.
NICOLA: Hmm. CHARLES: I don't think so.
Reg.
It's never the first guy you think it is.
NICOLA: That's true.
Who's the first guy we think it is?
CHARLIE: No, it can't be him.
Not today, Stephan, please.
Three staff --
I'm three staff down
and Marie thinks that this is the time
to visit her grandmother? -I know, I'm sorry.
I'm going to call her.
Ah, she said she'll be out of range.
This is not the time
to be playing Little Red Riding Hood.
[Charlie knocks]
-Yes? -Hi.
Ah, this is just our invoice.
[Sighs]
Are you all right?
-Migraine. -Oh.
Of course I can't find my tablets.
This could be the back of a tablet blister.
-Could be. -Larry's migraine tablets.
He could have taken one in the cheetah bay
waiting for Glen.
Though he did genuinely seem not to know where his tablets were.
Adrenaline, you might forget you've just killed someone.
Yeah, but could Larry, being such an obsesser,
leave a dead, bleeding, messy body on the ground like that?
Hmm.
CHARLIE: Hmm, he's leaving early.
I wonder if his boss knows.
Charlie.
I know what you're gonna say.
-We have to go after him. -I was right.
[Starts engine]
[Vehicle beeping]
What do you see?
Heritage colors, birds of paradise.
Kind of girlie.
Not his house?
CHARLIE: No...
but he has been here before.
It's Marie's house --
Glen's disappearing ex.
We have to go in there.
He just might be watering the plants while she's away.
Oh, come on, he left work to water her plants?
[Door closes]
[Keys jingle]
Okay...
house inspection. -Absolutely not.
-Yours. -No, no, no, no.
-Mine. -No, no, no, no, no.
-Shamone! -Oh!
Dirty dishes in the sink.
CHARLIE: Yes.
-Hey, what are you doing? -What?
This could be a crime scene.
In fact, it is a crime scene -- we're breaking and entering.
Yeah, but it's us, so it's okay.
Oh, good, I'll mention that to the judge.
She certainly likes hippos.
Mmm.
What was Stephan doing here?
He supposedly knew that Marie was away at her grandmother's,
but he knocked at the door like he thought she might be home.
Hmm.
[Bird chirping nearby]
Okay,
missing shampoo, conditioner.
NICOLA: Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
CHARLIE: Missing toiletries.
Well, she packed before she went to her grandmother's.
Yeah, but she's taken her toner and her moisturizer
and...she's left behind her cleanser.
What woman leaves without taking her cleanser?
Right.
CHARLIE: Contraceptives. NICOLA: Once a day, every day.
Why would she leave these behind?
She's going to her grandmother's.
She's not bringing a guy back to her grandmother's --
that would be unseemly and rude,
and chenille bedspread and motifed cushions
and ceramic clown with a cactus and...
All right, well, okay, no,
she packed in a hurry.
On the same night that Glen, her ex-boyfriend, was murdered.
-Yeah. -No.
There's something else going on here, Charlie.
Something awful.
-Migraine tablets? -Mm-hmm.
Larry's -- bet you any money.
You know, I'd be quite happy to come into the station.
I like to get out of the office.
You don't want anyone to think you're getting help from us.
I pretend I have a social life.
Charlie and I followed hippo-keeper Stephan
into hippo-keeper Marie's house.
-Hippo-keeper Marie's house? -Yeah, Glen's ex-girlfriend.
Which you found out...
From Lorcan, the tour guide.
But the point is,
Glen didn't take the break-up well,
and Marie had left in a hurry.
-Her things were packed like... -Like what?
Well, you know, like a man would pack for a woman.
No, Nic.
The shirt we found in Reg's locker
had Glen's blood on it.
Don't you think it's too coincidental
that Glen's ex disappears without telling anyone
except for one guy?
And even he had to knock on the door.
-Hello, Pete. -Hi, Jess.
-How are you? Nice to see you. -Charlie.
Yeah. Hey, would you like to stay for dinner?
I don't think I bought enough, but we could probably
thaw some sausages...
No. No. Thank you, thank you.
Ah, I'll check it out.
Okay.
And do I need to know how you got into the house?
We had a key.
CHARLIE: Do you know left-handed scissors
were banned in 16th-century Salem?
Too witchy?
-Apparently. -Hmm.
Want to shoot some hoops?
Oh, sorry, sweetie, we just have to finish this.
What are you doing?
A little bit of art, little bit of craft.
-Is this about the ***? -Maybe.
yeah? -Yes.
I'm afraid so -- that's Glen.
And this is the missing lady, Marie,
whose house we broke into.
I thought you told Peter you had a key?
Oh...
Well, we...we had a key when we opened the door.
Oh, but you didn't have permission to use said key.
She's onto us.
She's good.
Well, so who do you reckon did it?
Well, who do you reckon did it?
Him.
Oh, Lorcan, tour guide -- interesting.
-Why? JESS: He's too smiley.
You can tell he's trying to hide something.
Although this guy looks like a total psycho.
Ah, Larry, fastidious zoo keeper.
Mmm, you're right.
He does look like a total psycho.
But this is the guy they arrested -- Reg.
You know why? 'Cause they found
the victim's bloodied shirt concealed in his locker.
There's no way he did it, he's got kind eyes.
No, no, no, no, Jess, you can't tell
by just looking at someone.
Charm is the most lethal arrow in a murderer's quiver.
-Oh, that's good. -Oh, thank you.
-It's going in the novel. -Well, it should.
So what are you saying? I should avoid charming men?
-Yes, we are. -Absolutely.
Yeah, great.
CHARLIE: Mind you, people who look
like murderers are often not murderers.
You shouldn't go out with anyone who looks like a murderer.
No, absolutely not.
Well, then it was him.
Ah, Stephan -- in love with missing Marie.
Why?
'Cause he's too normal-looking.
Oh, Jessica.
[Laughs]
Dear, sweet, innocent Jessica.
You know, there's no such thing as normal.
Normal is just the average between
all the weird people in the world
and all the boring people in the world.
Normal people don't actually exist.
Yeah, not in this house.
Hmm?
Okay, what say I go and put the hoop up
and we, uh...
we shoot a few outside "Js"?
-See you there, hon. -Righto.
Oh, and not too late, Jess,
'cause we've got a very big day tomorrow.
[Sighs]
Happy birthday to me.
Remember Larry had lost his migraine tablets?
-What if Glen took one? -Hello.
What if Glen got hit on the head, passed out,
then came to and might not have known who hit him,
but he knew his head hurt, so he took a tablet?
-It's my birth date. -He went for painkillers.
It's not the action of a man who thinks he's gonna die.
It's today.
Or maybe Marie was involved somehow.
Maybe they argued, she hit him, and she took off.
Yeah, you're forgetting, though,
that somebody else packed for Marie.
-Well, maybe. -Yes.
-Exactly. -Mmm.
Surprise.
Hello. What's all this?
NICOLA: It's a present, it's your birthday.
-Oh! -Happy birthday.
Thank you. Oh, really? I'd completely forgotten.
Happy birthday, Uncle Chuckles.
Yeah, that's never gonna catch on.
What have we got here?
Oh, wow!
This is from her.
Well, it's from us.
Three tickets to the Maabade Overnight Safari.
Oh.
Thank you!
-Jess, this... -And a card.
Three tickets?
Yeah, one for each of us.
Oh, right.
Well, you texted saying, "Get us tickets."
-Why? did I do something wrong? -No, no.
That's good. Thank you.
So...
what's next, birthday breakfast?
Um...
birthday brunch?
[Snorts]
NICOLA: Wow!
He's a beauty.
He's a she.
And she's pregnant.
Do you look after all these guys yourself?
There's usually another keeper.
Oh, uh...
Is it Marie?
Yeah.
She's the one who was going out with
the man who died.
I'm one of the cleaners from yesterday.
Right.
She wasn't going out with Glen.
-Oh. -They'd broken up.
-Why? -How should I know?
He was always at her to quit smoking,
but, somehow, I doubt that was the reason.
Well, it must be a relief, though, that she's not here.
Why?
Well, just if her ex-boyfriend was killed,
can you imagine Marie being around for that?
-And where's Marie? -At her grandmother's.
That's where she said she was going.
Oh, so you spoke to her?
She phoned me.
You okay?
Yeah.
NICOLA: It's just, they've got the guy,
haven't they -- Reg?
I heard they found Glen's blood on Reg's shirt.
It must be awful to think
that you were working with someone who could do that.
I don't know.
Look,
I don't know where Marie is.
I said I did, but I don't. I think she's done a runner.
There's something else, isn't there?
I know how Glen's blood got on Reg's shirt.
I saw the whole thing.
Glen was giving Reg *** about a scholarship in Africa.
Reg punched him in the face and his nose bled.
Now, that was days ago.
And now Marie's missing.
Nice one.
How was your talk with hippo boy?
Oh, I was doing the good cop routine,
but you weren't there to play bad cop.
Well, I am Simon to your Garfunkel.
Yeah.
I couldn't tell if he was telling the truth
or if he was a really good liar.
And both options scare me.
Does this allay your fears, my dear?
[Mobile rings]
Okay, if you're dressing up, so am I.
[Rings]
Peter.
I'm at the airport.
I'm not sure how you did it, but you did it again.
Your little chat with Stephan?
He confessed he made up Marie's alibi.
Really? Well, not wearing a uniform has its advantages.
No matter how you're dressed, people drop their guard for you.
You'll get all the credit when it comes together.
Ah, it's a win-win.
Just leave me a clean chain of evidence.
Of course -- we always do.
What are you doing at the airport?
Oh, new life, new country.
Oh, we found Marie's car. It's been abandoned.
Really? Does that mean you're releasing Reg?
Yeah, well, you know, pending further investigation.
Okay, thanks. Bye.
Too much?
[Upbeat music playing]
Your husband's costume is very interesting.
Oh, I know.
I tried to talk him out of it,
but it's his birthday.
The British colonial enterprise in Africa
may seem charming to him,
but to an African...
Oh, of course.
I'm so sorry.
Birthday boy, I'm telling you this because I love you.
You're going to have to lose the hat.
No, no, no. If I had more time, I could do that,
but, mind you, it's only a hunch.
Hunch, what hunch?
Stochastic analysis of animal herd movement.
In a limited space like this enclosure,
animals follow certain trajectories
and patterns form as to where an animal might go
from, say, here to here.
Those trajectories depend on any number of variables --
Long story short, sweetie.
Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry, darling. You see that path down there
where the animals would normally go,
from the waterhole to the field?
But they're avoiding it.
Why?
[Tribal drums beating]
WOMAN: Yeah!
MAN: Fantastic, guys! Fantastic!
Cover for us.
Yeah?
We're just...
JESS: Okay.
Don't feel like dancing?
Oh...
you don't have to take pity on me.
Where have your friends gone?
Oh, they...
wanted some romantic time, so...
[Animal lowing]
-Charlie? -Hmm?
I'm just not sure this is such a great idea.
There are tusks and horns on the loose in here.
They're attached to animals, so don't worry.
We'll hear the thunder of hooves first.
-Ooh. -Charlie?
Nic, look.
-Boot print. -Oh.
NICOLA: Drag marks.
Oh, no.
Nic, wait.
No.
Someone's buried here.
LORCAN: Okay, everyone, back to Safari Lodge, please.
Come on.
REG: This way, come.
OFFICER: We need some more tape over there.
-Peter? -She's been strangled.
NICOLA: Oh, poor Marie.
We'll need to rethink the whole case.
It's a double homicide now.
CHARLIE: Burying Marie here was desperate.
It was spur of the moment.
Hm.
Okay, assuming it was a crime of passion,
that points to Stephan, right?
Why bury one body and not the other one?
And then, what did he do, he went to Marie's house,
packed up her things, dumped her car.
Then why go back the next day?
CHARLIE: Or maybe Stephan was covering his tracks.
We're going to need to pull him in.
What's going on?
It's Marie.
Oh, no, not Marie.
I want to go home now.
CHARLIE: Yeah.
CHARLIE: Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, possibilities, all right? I'm the killer.
All right? I whack Glen with the shovel.
Marie walks in.
Walk in, Marie.
-I know. -All right, all right.
The jig's up.
Desperate, I strangle Marie.
I'm strangling you.
-Yeah, I'm being strangled. -Yeah.
Lifeless, she falls to the floor.
I'm not doing it.
Right, well, I grab the shovel,
and I bury Marie.
[Humming]
-Everybody with me so far? -That's good.
-Alternative scenario. -Yeah, yeah.
What if Marie is the primary kill?
So the killer strangles Marie...
Gets surprised by Glen.
The killer bashes Glen over the head
with a shovel.
-Oh! Hey, I'm Marie. -Oh, sorry, yeah, that's right.
It makes sense to bury Marie first because she's
lighter than Glen, easier to transport to the paddock,
quicker to bury.
Just can't figure out why the killer would only bury Marie.
To frame her, make it look as though she killed Glen?
Are you done with me?
Ah, nah, nah, nah, nah...
-Ah! -All right, all right.
-I'm Stephan, okay? -Mm-hmm.
I hate Glen --
I hate him with his talent,
and his scholarship to Africa,
and the fact that Marie loves him and not me.
-But Marie? -Marie, all right.
Well, they've been working a long time together.
Maybe he was attracted to her,
maybe he put his hand on her knee,
and then she rejected him.
Hmm... Hm, just not quite buying it.
No, no, no, no. We've missed something, haven't we?
We're missing something.
Must get that something.
Reg. Hi.
Hello, Nicola.
Helmet head.
Hi, Reg.
We need to do a follow-up from the clean.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-A crime scene scan. -Probe.
For residual bacterioids.
-A scan probe? -Quick swish.
Won't take a second.
[Beeping]
REG: Is that a scan
or a probe?
CHARLIE: Oh, it's a dual purpose.
Hey, now, Nakatindi was a pretty big deal
in the Zambian independence movement, yes?
-Yes. -Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, Reg, let me ask you this,
was there a wheelie bin or a wheelbarrow here?
-No. -No?
Really?
I was sure there was.
That's the bin.
Yes, it is.
Yeah, that's the bin. Yeah.
So, what was that about the bins before?
There was nothing in there that could've been used
to take the body to the range. -What do you make of that?
I don't know. Don't know yet.
LORCAN: What if the tourists ask questions?
LARRY: Tell them you don't know anything, get on with the tour.
I've got enough going on with the papers --
all I need is public comments about the deaths.
-Hi. -What now?
Thanks, Lorcan.
Uh, I am so sorry to be
putting this on top of everything else,
but last night,
I think I lost my watch out on the paddock.
It's an anniversary present.
An anniversary present.
It means so much to me and I just...
I wondered if we might be able
to just pop out and take a quick look.
I'm just -- I'm lost without it.
Charlie?
Who took these?
I did. Why?
They're beautiful.
These fences, though,
they've, um... they've been replaced
since these pictures were taken, yeah?
Yeah.
Another problem solved at great expense.
Problem?
Missing animals.
Two years of publicity we didn't need.
A baby antelope --
I think a dog took that.
A serval, meerkat -- they're worth a fortune.
Although that's not what worries me.
It's what happens to them
out there without someone who knows...
You all right, Lorcan?
Yeah, I...
So who took them?
Who knows?
Thieves, drunks, teenagers on a dare.
We lost an African hunting dog once.
I found it on a farm.
And I had to pay for the chickens.
Oh.
Yeah, I'll get someone to look for your watch.
Thanks.
[Sighs]
It had to be someone strong to take her out there.
Maybe they planned to dig her up later
and take her somewhere else.
Hang on a moment.
Yes?
No. No. No, no, no.
No, it's a ridiculous idea.
No, stupid.
Sorry, no.
As you were.
But why bury just her?
Shame.
Maybe the killer cared about Marie,
and that's why they hid the crime from sight.
Maybe.
Someone that cared about Marie.
Just takes us back to Stephan.
Mmm.
Oh, Charlie...
I just keep seeing her hand.
We are going to figure this out.
I'm absolutely positive about that.
Really?
Let's work on it while we sleep.
Yeah.
[Nicola sighs]
[WHISPERING] Everything's gonna be fine.
[Smoke alarm beeping]
[Nicola groans]
CHARLIE: It's just the battery.
NICOLA: Make it stop.
CHARLIE: Yeah, okay.
Make it stop.
[Louder beeping, fire crackling]
Nic!
Nic!
Nic, Nic. Nic, Nic, Nic, Nic!
Nic, Nic, there's a fire.
There's a fire.
-Come on, up. -Jess!
Up, up, up!
Jess!
CHARLIE: Okay, evac protocol.
Everybody out through the laundry.
No, no, no, Charlie, there's stuff we've gotta get out first.
-What? What? -My -- my laptop.
-Oh, no, no. -It's got my novel on it.
-All right, where is it? -Study. Study.
CHARLIE: Study, all right, okay, hurry, hurry!
NICOLA: It's the hard drive and data storage!
Yeah, well, what about online data storage?
Remember we talked about that?
Yeah, no, I don't trust it.
And call the fire brigade!
-Yeah, right, right. -Jess?!
Jess?!
-Jess! -Jess!
[Alarm continues]
I heard on the wire. You guys all right?
We're fine, thanks.
Angelo. Mate, what happened?
It's just the door, the hallway
and some smoke damage to the ceiling.
Yeah, I know, it's just...
You know, it's our home.
What happened?
This fire was deliberately lit.
So someone's trying to hurt us?
Yeah, someone's trying to -- no!
If you've got something against me, fine,
but don't come after my niece.
No, I'm okay.
So it had to be someone from the zoo.
Could have followed us home.
Reg, Lorcan, Larry -- they all saw us there today.
Any one of them could have
twigged we were sussing out the joint.
At least it wasn't Stephan because he's in custody, right?
Ah, he was.
We couldn't connect him to either death
other than making up an alibi for Marie.
Well, he has a reason to hurt us.
We don't actually know anything about the murders.
Look, don't stay here tonight.
Take a hotel.
Better yet, stay at my place.
You, too, Charlie.
Great, I can come, too.
That's very generous of him.
Look, it's nearly morning.
I just want to sleep in my own bed.
Good night.
-Night. -Night, sweetie.
Yeah.
CHARLIE: So I picked you up, and I carried you to the grave.
JESS: Can we do less carrying?
Nuh, uh, uh, uh.
You're supposed to be dead, no talking.
Everything okay?
-Quite, darling. -Hello.
-Jess is being Marie. -Oh, okay.
Who are you being?
I don't know yet.
JESS: Can I come down now? CHARLIE: Uh, uh, uh, uh.
Who am I? Who am I?
Who am I?
[Jingling]
That's it.
That's it!
Darling, call that guy I don't like,
ask him what was in Glen's pockets.
-Why? -Ah, don't jinx it.
Okay.
[Phone numbers beeping]
-Peter. -Nicola.
Is something else on fire?
No, but Charlie wants to know what was in Glen's pockets
when his body was found.
Why? No, no, don't tell me.
I'll call you back in five.
He's calling back in five.
Come, come, come, come, come!
Okay, the order in which the bodies were discovered --
first Glen, then Marie.
Now, we've been thinking
which of these four killed Glen and Marie.
The same person who tried to kill us last night.
-Yes. -We've been on the wrong track.
It's all about the cigarettes.
The ones Lorcan found on the zoo range.
Mm-hmm, they were in the path between
the cheetah bay and the grave site.
Remember that big ashtray we saw at Marie's house?
Cigarette packet fell out of Marie's pocket when she was
being carried to her grave.
Mm-hmm, now, Jess, one more time.
Oh, no, thanks.
Okay, okay, one-man show.
Marie and Glen are in the cheetah bay.
All right, they fight,
Glen attacks Marie, Marie defends herself.
Picks up a shovel, whacks Glen,
sending him sideways, doesn't kill him.
He puts his hands around her throat,
"I'm gonna kill you,
Oh, my God, I've just killed her."
Hoicks her over his shoulder, takes her out
to the range to bury her, but here's the thing.
Glen's injured, so he's
staggering as he's carrying Marie.
He dislodges the cigarettes,
they fall to the ground.
He buries Marie and then he comes back to the cheetah bay?
His head's killing him, but the hemorrhage
is internal, he doesn't know that he's dying,
but he knows that Larry has migraine tablets in his office
so he goes to Larry's office, takes the tablets,
comes back to the cheetah bay,
cleans up the shovel and any evidence that he's killed Marie.
-That's it for him. -Hm.
His nose is the first thing to bleed, then his ears,
and, by then, it's too late. -He keels over.
When your boyfriend rings back, he's going to confirm it.
How?
He's carrying a smoker.
He lurched sideways, cigarettes fall out, but it's not
the packet that makes a noise when it hits the ground.
What else do you carry when you're a smoke?
The cigarette lighter's heavy.
so he would have known that something had fallen out
of Marie's pocket. Peter? [Mobile rings]
It's a lighter, isn't it?
There was a cigarette lighter in Glen's pocket.
Yes, how did you know?
Glen killed Marie, Marie killed Glen.
[Humming conga]
Okay, I've gotta go, I'll call you back.
Charlie, this is bad.
No, no, no, it was rather good.
No, no, this is bad.
This is bad.
If Glen killed Marie and Marie killed Glen,
who's trying to kill us?
NICOLA: Maybe we should just get a new door.
CHARLIE: No, there's life in the old girl yet.
Charlie, once you've scraped off all those burnt bits,
it's going to be more of a louver.
CHARLIE: Yeah.
It's bizarre.
Glen killed Marie and Marie killed Glen,
but Glen didn't go to Marie's house,
pack her things and dump her car --
he was dead.
I'm just saying.
And now someone thinks you know something.
Yeah, we don't.
You do. You don't know you know something,
but you know something.
Yeah, maybe they're right.
-Come on. -Huh? What?
Glen didn't kill Marie in a fit of passion.
It wasn't a lovers' tiff 'cause if it was, it'd be over.
But Marie knew something that got her killed.
It's the only explanation that makes sense.
Am I coming, too?
No. But thanks.
Be good.
I've got nothing to say to you.
Stephan, please. I can't tell you how sorry I am about Marie.
I know how much she meant to you.
We think she knew something that got her killed.
And whoever wanted to shut her up is now trying to hurt us.
Yeah, on the night she died, what would have made her
leave a pregnant hippo and go to the cheetah bay?
-I don't know. -Did she confide anything or...
Did she indicate anything or reveal by her mood --
We were close, okay?
If she knew something, she would have told me.
Marie blamed Glen for everything when they broke up.
Past that, I don't know anything.
Okay, thanks.
Well, that didn't get us much.
[Starts engine] Are you kidding?
What? Marie was angry. We knew that already.
Charlie, we learnt something vital.
What?
Well, figure it out.
CHARLIE: I'm smart, I've worked a lot of stuff out before.
NICOLA: And you're very pretty, and you have fabulous hair.
All right, well, tell me what we learned back there.
Okay, we learnt that Marie didn't know something
that got her killed, she only suspected it.
It was something about Glen.
On the night she died, she went to the cheetah bay
to talk to Glen because she had a feeling.
But she didn't tell anyone where she was going,
and she didn't seek protection
because she didn't know that she was in danger.
She didn't know Glen would kill her.
Exactly, but she had her suspicions.
Whoever tried to burn our house down
thinks we know what those suspicions were.
-Yes, I see. -So, we're looking for clues.
No, no, Nic. I see what it was that Marie suspected.
Marie was a hippo keeper, right?
NICOLA: Mm-hmm.
None of these animals are hippos.
-Oh. -There's something else about
these pictures as well.
-What? -Come on.
NICOLA: Larry... -I'm quitting this job.
We found these at Marie's house.
-They're from our web site. -What do they have in common?
I took them?
The reason for the new fences.
You said it yourself --
all these animals are missing.
They were stolen.
NICOLA: It's about animal smuggling.
Hang on.
Marie saw a pattern in the way that animals
were disappearing from the zoo.
She worked out it had to be an inside job.
-Nicola, this is speculation -- -She had photographs
of all the missing animals -- She must have spent time
mulling over what had happened to them.
She came to suspect her own boyfriend.
Glen? You think Glen was...
Maybe he was spending too much time
snooping around the pregnant hippo, who knows?
But he had plenty of reasons to look into animal transport,
crates and so on, under the guise of his African trip.
These animals, they're worth tens of thousands.
Yeah, but Marie made a fatal blunder, right?
She confronted Glen, it got nasty,
he killed her, he buried her, but...
Your turn.
He had an accomplice.
An off-sider, someone he could trust, someone that
he was in on the smuggling with; so he calls up this off-sider,
"Oh, my God, I've killed Marie. We need to make it look
like she's done a runner in a hurry."
But the plan went wrong because Glen didn't know he was dying.
So who's the accomplice?
That's your job. Look up the phone records.
Oh, we already did. There were no phone calls made
from the cheetah attendant's bay or from Glen's mobile phone.
I'm sorry, Nic, really.
The night Glen and Marie died, there were no --
The phone in Larry's office -- Glen must have used that phone
when he was in there taking Larry's migraine tablets.
The phone was out of place the morning after the murders.
-It was off-center. -A twisty cord.
Not the way someone like Larry would leave things.
So whoever Glen called from that phone before he died...
that's the guy you're after.
I think I know who it is.
You check the records, but I think I know.
Yeah.
There was only one person it could have been.
There was only one person knew where Marie was buried.
NICOLA: Lorcan took us on a tour of the zoo,
and on the way, he was checking
to see what Glen had done with Marie's body,
making sure that Glen had hidden her well.
Found a packet of cigarettes, told us a tourist dropped them,
but he knew they were Marie's.
NICOLA: Lorcan overheard us asking to look for my watch.
He twigged we were looking for clues and he got scared.
So he decided to take us out of the picture
by trying to burn down our house.
-God. -Well done, helmet head.
We'll make an Englishman of you yet.
Thanks, Reg.
I suppose you'll be seeing Nakatindi home now.
LARRY: Come on, we have work to do.
PETER: Well,
thanks again, Nicola.
Charlie.
Remember us won't you, Peter, when they promote you
to stormtrooper for solving this case?
All right.
Interesting fact.
Yes?
The Ugandan colobus monkey has no thumb.
-No thumb? -No thumb at all.
This is to make up for the ruined safari night.
Really?
Oh, thank you.
-Oh! JESS: It was her idea.
I'd never even heard of "Daktari."
Is it the right one -- tiger on the front, lion on the back?
There it is.
You know, you're pretty attractive for a woman.
Fantastic.
Do you want to go out to the shed
and re-enact some scenes from it?
I have no idea what that means, but sure.
You be Judy and I'll be Clarence.
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