02x03 - A Botox a Day Keeps the Mortician in Pay

[bunniefuu]

[instrumental music]

♪ I don't wanna be like you

♪ Crashing all around ♪

Ready? Here we go.

[cheering]

- Come on, come on, come on.
- Ah!

b*tch!

If you were better at
playing with ba*ls, Eniola

you might be getting married.

- Piss off, Denise!
- Here, give me a go.

[laughs]

[soft mellow music]

[sighs]

[girls cheering]

I'll have some more
champagne, Carol.

No problem, Nuala.

[door creaking]

[indistinct chatter]

- The bride happy?
- As a pig in shite, yours?

Her majesty has demanded
more champagne, stat.

[laughs]

[distant cheering]

I'm going to top up
the Matron of Honour

then I'll do the bride's facial.

- Then I'll take the next lady.
- Ah!

While you're threading eyebrows.

Okay, that's perfect, yeah.

Come on! Come on!
Last one, last one!

[cheering]

[clamouring]

Yeah!

- Whoo-hoo!
- Ooh!

- To the bride.
- To Elaine.

[chuckles]

[door creaks]

[soft mellow music]

Nuala.

[chuckles]

You can do my toes now.

Erm, it's just the bride.

It'll only take you
a few minutes.

Sure.

File and paint?

[choking]

Are you alright?

[gasping]

- Nuala!
- What's wrong with her?

[gasps]

- Get help!
- Ah!

[choking]

What's happening?

What have you done?

[theme music]

[Elaine]I've been planning
it for two years.

This whole business
is a disaster.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I'm devastated!

Nuala was my Matron of Honour.

She was one of my best friends.

She was so young...
so good at organizing!

People have no idea
how stressful weddings are.

The Matron of Honour
is the bride's right hand.

I have to get married now
without my right hand.

And those two cops,
Boyle and McDonald, useless.

Uh, Vicky Boyle and
Jordan McDonald? We know them.

So what did they say?

[pensive music]

That Nuala was poisoned.

Botulinum.

The stuff they use
to freeze your face.

They say it must
have been in her drink

and she reacted to it instantly.

I mean, she drank from the same
bottle of champagne we all did!

Nobody put anything in her
glass and there is CCTV footage

all over the salon, so it just
makes absolutely no sense.

Can you believe?

Some people have suggested
I postpone the wedding.

[scoffs]
Can you even imagine?

Nobody gives up a date
in a venue like Abbey House.

Like, if I died myself, I'd
want that wedding to go ahead.

[music continues]

And who are you
marrying, by the way?

Richie, my poor love.

Poor Richie.

[clears throat]

So, there were six other women
with you there that night?

My bridesmaids
and the two beauticians.

I mean it just, it has to be one
of the beauticians, doesn't it?

Like, they'd know
how to use the botulinum.

Uh, you, well, you,
you would have all had

access if you
were all in the salon.

Huh! You sound like the police!

None of us did it,
we're all friends!

Nuala paid for all our
treatments that night.

Like, 800 euro!

Look, if you can just prove one
of the beauticians did it,

then everybody can get
back to concentrating

on what's important, my wedding.

[choking]

[birds chirp]

Here, is it legal
for your pal to give

you access to
CCTV like this, Glenn?

Why would you ask me
something like that, eh, Fergus?

You start asking things
like that, next thing you know

it's who said what to who,
and who knew what about who else

and where were you
when the money changed hands.

Look, for future
reference, er...

how many local businesses does
your friend provide CCTV for?

Need to know, Harry.

Need to know.

Twenty-six, right, here we go.

[sniffs]

[Glenn]So, the one with the
towel on her head's dead, eh?

Mm.

[instrumental music]

There's no sound.

[Glenn]Who blew up
the giant penises?

Who cares?

No, that's what
that one just said.

Glenn, do you lip-read?

[Glenn sighs]

I had to look after a
g*ng of deaf kids after their

teacher was savaged
by a wolfhound once.

I learned to lip-read pretty
damn fast, I can tell you.

Er, why? You're not deaf.

They're the ones
that need to lip-read.

Oh, yeah! Now you say it,
that's a good point.

[laughs]

Show us your skills, then.

[clears throat]

[keyboard clacks]

[clears throat]

[keyboard clacks]

[music continues]

"Elaine needs something
racy for the wedding night.

Can you sort that?"

"If I must."

- "I'm getting a man to cure."
- Yeah, manicure.

- Ah!
- Mm, not bad.

Erm...

[clears throat]

"How are your parents?
I had such an

interesting chant with
them at your 21st."

"My parent's guts."

I presume the first
one would be "chat."

And the response
would be "good?"

You could be right there, Harry.

Here, fast forward, will ya?

We want to get to the part
where the beautician

got the champagne
for the victim.

Alright.

[keyboard clacks]

[Harry]Er, replay those,
erm, those few seconds there.

[keyboard clacks]

[music continues]

She was right.

Nobody touched that glass.

The beauticians went
straight back to Nuala.

Elaine was in
the treatment room.

And the cameras would
have seen if she was coming out.

We're not really thinking about
taking this case, are we, Harry?

I mean, that Elaine one,
Jesus, she's horrible.

We are not taking
this for Elaine.

[inhales sharply]
If we take it...

it's because, having heard
the story and seen that footage,

I have no bloody idea how
that woman was ever poisoned.

Mm!

[pensive music]

Aren't you intrigued?

[sighs]

You know what?
I could go for a facial.

Ah! Perfect timing.

Come in! Melanie, Carol.

Hmm.

[door shuts]

I've, er, I've never had
a massage before.

Must be a bit
mad working, right?

I mean, after the death
at the beauty salon.

I-I saw it on the news.

Everyone has, people
will forget soon, though.

The owners say
we're gonna reopen in a week.

And I bet all the
regulars will be back.

The girls aren't
going to go around with

hairy fannies just
because someone died.

The bloody bosses aren't
paying me and Carol, though.

This was her idea,
to do some private clients.

Neither of us
can afford to sit at home.

What were they like?
The-the women that were there?

Alright, but I mean,
one of them poisoned her.

Would you want to
go to that wedding now?

[squelching]

Jeez, that oil's
a bit hot, isn't it?

[exhales sharply]

[clears throat]

Oh, that feels so good!

[Carol] Hmm.

[inhales deeply]

I imagine you're like
a celebrity now, hm?

After what happened.

[Fergus screaming]

Uh-oh, someone is not going
to be very happy with me now.

[gasps]

Is that his first wax?

[Fergus screaming]

Well, you offered two services.

Which one would you have picked?

So, er..

Nuala Grimes booked the hen
party through you, didn't she?

[scoffs]

What is this?

Are you a journalist?

Because the police told me
not to talk to anybody.

I'm not a journalist.

I'm working for Elaine O'Neill.

Oh.

Well, I have no idea
what happened.

[soft instrumental music]

The poison..

The police checked
our stock along with

our online orders,
and they're exact.

Wherever that botulinum
came from, it wasn't the salon.

And more importantly,
nobody touched her glass!

Er, you touched her glass.

Yeah, but, I didn't do
anything to it.

No, I literally brought it
straight back in to her.

- It's all on camera.
- You're looking very distressed.

Oh, you have no idea.

Everybody just assumed
it was me or Melanie!

[breathing shakily]

I am not accusing you.

[music continues]

[sighs]

Did any of the other hens
attack Nuala that night?

Did she say anything?

No.

Well, you must have
known something about her.

I mean, how often
did you treat her?

[sighs]

Every Tuesday...
but we never talked.

It was just professional.

That was cruel
and inhumane, Harry.

Huh, I'm sorry, but I could
hardly have had the back wax.

So, if we can't figure out
how, we need to figure out who.

Talk to the bridesmaids.

Okay, but if they're
all pals, then...

Oh, Fergus, you
have a lot to learn.

Six women in a friend group?

Think of, er, Henry the VIII's
wives having a reunion party.

What?

[playful music]

[Ruth]Elaine is insisting
she goes ahead with the wedding.

I've stepped in
as Matron of Honour.

I would have done it originally,
but I was just so busy.

Looking for a job.

[coughs]

Well, you can't have
been very close to Nuala

if you're happy to just move on.

Nuala was a nasty little b*tch.

[laughs]

I don't even know why
Elaine hung around with her.

I mean, she was old.

- Wasn't she 34?
- Yeah.

And, like, bitter with it.

I reckon she's the
one who got you fired, Ruth.

I wasn't fired, I was let go!

Well, isn't that the same thing?

Drinking on the job, wasn't it?

[laughs]

You are such a b*tch, Denise!

Wait, how could Nuala
have something to do with that?

She didn't, it was just
a big misunderstanding.

Oh, Ruth, no, it wasn't!

You were boasting about
going on this trip to Fiji.

And Nuala made a comment
about how you could afford it

on a secretary's wage,
she was seething, like...

Nuala didn't like anybody having
something she couldn't have.

[Denise]She totally told your
boss you were pissed, Ruth.

Will you just shut up, Denise?

You're making it sound
like I had a problem with Nuala.

I didn't!

And she thought I was a sl*t.

[music continues]

Never said it, but I'd say
something like, you know

"Oh, I've met a guy,"
and she'd give me the look.

Did that bother you?

Enough to wanna
give her a smack.

Not enough to k*ll her,
if that's what you're asking.

What about you, Eniola?

- We were fine.
- Yeah, right.

She was always throwing digs
at you, I mean, asking you to

pick Elaine something
to wear for her wedding night.

What a cow!

- What's wrong with that?
- Nothing.

I work for a clothing brand.

Eniola!

I used to date Richie.

Okay! Christ!

Why would you accept
to be a bridesmaid?

Ah, to make a point.

[pensive music]

You're, er, not bothered.

I-I'm not.

It was a long time ago.

It was right before
he got with Elaine.

[suspenseful music]

I've a degree in pharmacy, yeah.

Obviously, I know
what botulinum can do.

But I was in my treatment
room, the whole time.

The police have confirmed
all that with the CCTV footage.

- Haven't they, Molly?
- Yeah, oof!

And you met Nuala
in college, didn't you?

Yeah, she did marketing.

And what about you, Molly?

Er, my degree is computers.

Elaine, I think
I've broken something.

Nuala was a mature student.

She was gas, wasn't she, Mols?

[chuckles]

Oh, you are in pain, aren't you?

It'll be worth it, though.

Just a few more pounds
and your dress will fit.

See, I'm not one of
those brides that's worried

my bridesmaids will look
better than me on the day.

I want them looking their best.

[sighs]

If I'm gorgeous in my pics
and my maids are all minging...

I won't be able to post
any group shots on Insta.

[scoffs]

Take five, Mols,
I'll get some water.

- Anyone else?
- Yeah, please.

[sighs]

[heavy breathing]

My dress would fit
if she'd got it in my size.

[chuckles]

Rescue me, please.

[sighs]

I think she's crazy,
going ahead with this.

Did you tell her that?

[sighs]

I don't wanna upset her.

She's a tiny straw
away from a full breakdown.

There's been
so much aggro already.

Aggro about what?

Well, the Matron of Honour
stuff, for a start.

Ruth is Elaine's family
and I'm her oldest friend.

But Nuala was willing to
organize and pay for everything.

You didn't like Nuala.

I didn't like confrontation.

I'm not good at it.

I'd no real issue with Nuala,
I just want people to get along.

But didn't you want
to be the Matron of Honour, too?

I mean, considering that you're
the bride's oldest friend?

Ah, I don't want to
sit at the top table.

Wh-why not?

Uh, my parents
will be sitting at it.

They're Elaine's godparents.

Why wouldn't you
want to sit with your parents?

I'm g*y and they're soldiers
of Christ, you know how it goes.

Raging h*m* being

contagious and
sinful and all that.

That can't be easy.

[Molly]
It's easier than you think.

They haven't talked to me
since I came out.

It doesn't bother me.

[soft sombre music]

[glass clink]

[instrumental music]

[Elaine]
That's what I mean!

Nobody is going to
drink anything at my wedding!

[cries]

Okay, I have no idea which one
of them could have k*lled her.

I mean, it could have
been any of them!

Indeed, we're no closer
to knowing who...

and we still don't know how.

We need to find out
what the police know.

Leave that with me.

Okay, so, erm, I...

I-I have plans with my mam.

I'll see you later.

[instrumental music]

[keys jangle]

[Fergus]Come on, smelly belly!
Get your coat!

[Liberty]
I'm not smelly!

[water splattering]

She's doing a good thing,
buying us this house.

Saint Paula, our hero.

[water splattering]

Da!

[sighs]

I just hope
it doesn't end in tears.

It won't!

[water splattering]

[exhales]

Come on, stinker!

[water splattering]

[clattering]

[sombre music]

Don't know if you guys
know this about me

but I'm actually an
Olympic level bowler.

- So, er...
- Mm, yeah.

- Shall we get in?
- That's, that's likely.

[bowling pins clatter]

[groans]

- Mm.
- Okay!

[Lola laughs]

You're so bad!

- Okay! Alright!
- You're absolutely bad!

- Yeah, you tell him.
- Hey!

[bowling pins clatter]

Hey! I'm Lola.

- Pleased to meet you.
- And you.

Wow! Fergus said
you were gorgeous.

[gasps]

You said I was gorgeous?

Well, you are gorgeous.

Shut up.

Hi!

Right, come here,
little smelly belly.

[inhales softly]

[music continues]

We spoke about this, remember?
This is our mam.

- Sorry, she's not usually...
- That's okay.

You were so little
the last time I saw you.

Do you still have Mr. Janky?

I'm too big for a blanket,
they're for babies.

So what do you do
when you get scared?

I don't get scared.

No? I do.

Like right now, I haven't
bowled in so long.

And I'm so scared
I'm gonna be as bad as Fergus.

[laughs]

[inhales softly]

I could teach you, if you like?

Oh, I would really like that!

Can we?
Okay, let's go, perfect.

[bowling pins clatter]

- Thanks.
- Got a pink ball...

[clattering]

[sirens wail]

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

[paper rustling]

[camera clicks]

It's not even the turkey
that I like, anyways.

- I know.
- Harry!

You shouldn't be in here.

I was just about to ask Charlie

if I could speak
to the two of you.

About?

Oh, for the love of God!

The bride is fixated
on her big day going to plan.

Oh, yeah, total bridezilla.
We know.

She wanted assurances that
we'd solve this before Saturday.

Look, I'm sure she jumped
the g*n coming to us.

I mean, it's
only been a few days

and I'm sure you,
you already have it in hand.

You should leave it
to us anyway.

- Well, Vicky, we...
- What?

But Charlie is breathing
down our necks on this...

And you wanna go
running to his mum!

So, you're stuck?

[soft instrumental music]

The post mortem showed
that she ingested botulinum.

Jordan!

It had to have been
in the second champagne glass.

But forensics is backed up, so
we don't actually know that yet.

- But how the hell else did...
- Jordan!

She could help, Vicky.

- You need to leave.
- Fine.

But we could help each other.

[laughs]

We all know how this will go.

[deep breath]

You have my number.

What did Malky say about this?

He's not happy,
but he trusts me.

You're the grown-up.

Nah, it's not like that.

[chuckles]

Oh, I've missed so much.

I know it's my fault.

Ah, look, let's not
worry about blame.

[indistinct chatter]

[phone rings]

[Fergus] Sorry.

- Yeah?
- Fergus.

I've seen the crime scene photos
and I think I'm onto something.

[Harry on phone]
Can you meet me at Carol's?

[sighs]

Sure, um...

Can you, can you give me,
like, an hour?

- I'll see you there.
- Okay.

Sorry, we, er,
we've got a case.

[chuckles]

My son, the working man!

[chuckles]

There's a
photo booth over there.

Can I take a photo with Liberty?

Just... as a memento?

I don't see why not.

[sombre music]

- Whoo!
- Yeah, nice one!

[laughs]

Look at you!

[camera clicks]

[growling]

[laughs]

- Nice!
- Not bad that, right?

[Lola]
Yeah, no, it's impressive.

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

[Lola laughs]

Can I get one of you
by yourself?

So I have your beautiful face.

- I don't mind.
- Okay.

[laughter]

No silly faces,
just you looking beautiful!

[music continues]

[camera clicks]

Carol, Carol,
can I show you something?

It's a crime scene photo.

- What am I looking at?
- That's Nuala's glass.

It has two raspberries in it.

The, the other glasses
only had one.

I know, I put them in myself.

Then why does Nuala's have two?

It couldn't.

It makes no sense.

Are you saying that
you didn't put it in there?

I didn't.

Could you have
put it in by accident?

No.

Why does that matter?

The second raspberry
contained the poison.

[suspenseful music]

Now, if you know something
or you're just not telling us...

We can help you,
you just need to talk to us.

I...

I have to go.

The police said me and Melanie

can get our things
from the salon.

I didn't do this.

I swear.

You believe her?

I haven't believed
a beautician since my own

told me that permanent polish
wouldn't damage my nails.

God! It's like you're
speaking in tongues.

[pensive music]

Come on, follow me.

We're not gonna do
anything dodgy here, are we?

Define dodgy.

That is shockingly
non-security conscious.

We should check to make sure

she hasn't left
any other doors open.

Just in case.

[suspenseful music]

There.

If I can get into this,
what exactly am I looking for?

A signed confession that
she k*lled Nuala would be handy.

I don't know,
anything that stands out.

Easy peasy.

[sighs]

[keyboard clacks]

What's this?

[paper rustling]

[keyboard clacks]

[sighs]

[paper rustling]

Oh!

Uh, er...

Carol's a, a very good,
hard working girl.

Oh, she is! Isn't she, Bill?

She never stops working.

But she has to, you know.

Is she renting here?

Oh, no, dear.

This is our house.

Mine and my poor late Bill's.

Carol has been saving up
so that she can move out.

Oh, not that we mind her here.

Oh, she's a great help.

Does all the cooking,
takes care of Bill when I'm out.

And she looks after me
and all me friends.

We can't be paying salons
to be dealing with our bunions.

[chuckles]

Oh, she's a saint is my Carol.

Part of me hopes
she never leaves!

[mellow music]

I'm going to grab
my stuff from the lockers.

Have you left anything
in the treatment room?

- No, I'm good.
- Okay.

[suspenseful music]

[women cheering]

Did she ever mention Nuala?

I-I believe she was one
of her regular clients.

I just know that
she saw her on Tuesdays.

Because Carol was always
late getting home on Tuesdays.

And I needed my ingrown
toenail done last Tuesday.

[breathes shakily]

Oh, you will help her,
won't you?

God, if the police arrested her,
I don't know what I'd do.

[sniffles]

Oh, poor Bill.

He'd be spinning in his urn
thinking of me alone.

Well, we'll do our best, Marian.

[inhales sharply]

[unsettling music]

I know what you did.

I don't want to rat you out, she
wasn't a... good person, but...

I need money.

We should try to get Carol
emergency housing.

Bunions!

Cooking dinner every night!

Minding her dead father's ashes?

My heart almost stopped
when I saw her ma.

We have got to stop doing that.

Breaking in?

How would we
ever learn anything?

Well, what did we learn?

I'm not some genius
hacker, you know.

I can't just hit a bunch
of keys and say, "I'm in."

[laughs]

I found something.

[paper rustling]

Carol's credit card statement.



Wait, 800...

Wasn't that the
cost of Elaine's hen?

Th-th-the one that Nuala
was supposed to have paid for.

And there's more,
on the next page.

[paper rustling]

She was paying the salon
a 100 quid every Tuesday.

And we know that Carol was
treating Nuala every Tuesday.

So, she was paying for Nuala's
treatments with her own card.

Why would a woman who works
every hour God sends be

paying for someone else's
appointments in her own salon?

Well, she couldn't
put free treatments

through on the salon's books!

They had to be paid for.

[Fergus]
But why were they free?

If Nuala was the sort to get
somebody fired from their job...

She could have had
it in her to blackmail.

[sighs]

Those hours that Carol works
at night, her moonlighting.

What's wrong with that?

Uh, employers
have a problem with it.

I think
Nuala threatened to tell

the salon about
her double jobbing.

So, Carol k*lled Nuala?

[laughs]

Wouldn't it be nice
if all our cases

were bish, bash, bosh,
she did it.

[scoffs]

Nah.

I don't buy it, Fergus.

[engine revving]

Two raspberries!

It took me two minutes
checking those

crime scene photos to see that.

So how did you miss it?

To be fair, sir, we knew
the poison was in the glass.

We just didn't know
how it got in.

Well, it's bloody obvious,
isn't it?

Carol Collins must have slipped
a second raspberry in.

And nobody saw.

Well, we'll bring her in
for questioning tonight.

And we're just waiting on
a warrant to search the house.

You know we're
about ten minutes away

from my mother
solving this, folks?

Can we just, this once,
be ahead of the game?

[intriguing music]

[footsteps]

[laughs]

[sighs]

[clinking]

[Marian]Carol!

[suspenseful music]

[liquid burbling]

[instrumental music]

[phone buzzing]

Jordan? What is it?

Carol and her mother are dead.

Poisoned.

Carol and her mother.

Jesus!

We found a discarded bottle
of botulinum in the bin.

We can't rule out
a m*rder suicide.

Which would make it very likely
that she k*lled Nuala.

Oh, you hardly believe that!

You really think that Carol put

a, a second raspberry
in that glass?

Wait, you saw that?

That's how the boss...

I-I mean, that's how
Charlie figured out

where the poison had come from.

I, I did suggest that
we work together.

Yeah, and
I'm more than happy to.

- It's just that...
- Jordan!

[inhales sharply]

Look, if you want
to make a deal, Jordan,

Vicky and Charlie
don't need to know.

Erm, yeah, well, look,
I'll-I'll get back to you, sir.

[sighs]

Do you think
she could have done it

and then k*lled herself
and her mam?

I don't buy it.

If she k*lled Nuala because
she was being blackmailed...

then her biggest
problem was gone.

Why would she k*ll
herself and her mother?

Okay, so, the real k*ller came
after her? But why?

I mean, did the k*ller think
that Carol knew something?

I don't know.

I mean, why not
k*ll Carol right away?

[unsettling music]

Carol must have
figured something out.

And the k*ller realized it.

If she figured it out,
why wouldn't she call us?

Well, she was stuck for money.

So, if Nuala was
blackmailing her, maybe she

found an opportunity
to do it in reverse?

But the real question is...

if she figured out
who the real k*ller was...

how did she figure it out?

[birds chirping]

[Fergus]
Oh! Jeez!

You women really do
go feral, don't you?

Penises and poisoners,
what a theme, right?

[groans]

Look, when we talked
to Carol, I don't think she

was hiding the identity
of the k*ller.

But then she came here.

She must have seen
something here...

that made her put it
all together, but what?

Did Glenn give you
the CCTV footage?

Yeah.

Well, look, though, I mean,
they're all standing close

enough to have dropped
a raspberry into the glass.

Carol must have seen who did it.

But how?

[suspenseful music]

What, what if she was
standing right here yesterday?

[Harry]
And then she remembered.

When they were
all looking at Ruth...

Carol was looking in the mirror.

She would have
had a different angle.

She could've seen, she could've

seen someone
doing something odd.

Like what though?
I didn't see anything.

[Harry]
Didn't you?

[Harry scoffs]

You know, the world
is full of obvious things

which nobody by any chance
ever observes.

Shakespeare?

Sherlock Holmes.

[music continues]

I know what happened, Fergus.

But we're going to need
help to prove it.

This is all very Deep Throat.

[sombre music]

- The porn movie?
- What?

No! Watergate informant.

You know, all the President's
Men, Robert Redford...

Er, Watergate.

Sorry, erm...

I just, I didn't think
it was a good idea

you coming to the station.

What do you need?

Carol said you checked the
online supply of botulinum for

the salon against their stocks
and you found nothing amiss.

It seemed like the obvious thing
the poison coming from there.

[music continues]

Could someone have
altered the online order

to say a bottle less?

I guess.

Carol and Melanie
both had access.

But it would take
somebody with skill to alter

an order that
had already been processed.

Could you check it anyway?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

[instrumental music]

Did you speak to Graham
about the college transcripts?

Yeah, he's requested them.

He'll send them over
as soon as he has them.

He wanted to know
why we wanted them.

And then he gave me a lecture
about being a normal teenager.

[laughs]

I can't believe it,
two more people dead.

It's so upsetting.

You didn't know Carol
before she waxed your tache.

And you never met her ma.

It's still horrible, Denise.

We're not all unfeeling b*tches!

What do you think?

Think you might get cold.

[laughs]

I like you.

Is Elaine still going ahead
with the wedding?

Oh, she was always
going ahead with the wedding.

The world could end,
and Elaine O'Neill

would still have her big day.

- This one?
- That's cack!

Let the dog see the rabbit.

You know, Richie's gonna be
riding her on the wedding night

whether she looks
like a nun or not, Eniola.

[metal clinks]

Are you helping or
just drinking your poison juice?

Would you stop
saying things like that?

Well, she has a point.

Aren't any of
you nervous any more?

Molly's in bits, but she's
always been over sensitive.

She's been in
counselling for years.

Yeah, but it's
like Elaine said...

if Carol k*lled herself
and poisoned her ma,

then it's obvious
she k*lled Nuala, too.

Elaine said that?

Isn't that what happened?

They don't know.

She'd say anything
to have her way.

Holy hell.
Those poor women.

I told you it was tragic!

Where's Elaine now?

At her wedding venue,
Abbey House.

Her and Molly are finishing the
wedding favours for tomorrow.

[horn honks]

There's our taxi
to take us there now.

It's Graham, the
college transcripts.

[footsteps]

Hmm!

[Bobbi Arlo singing "Feel it"]

[Denise]
Come on, Ruth!

♪ Feel this feel this ♪

From Jordan.

Yeah, the salon
computer was hacked.

So, we know what happened but we
don't know why she was m*rder*d.

But I have an idea about that.

Oh God, we'd better go with them
before there's another m*rder.

Mm, that's exactly
what we're doing.

But we need to phone
someone on the way.

I'll drive,
you look for the number.

[engine revving]

[birds chirping]

[soft mellow music]

Can anyone explain why I'm
doing these favours on my own?

Isn't Molly helping you?

I need a coffee,
Molly's getting it.

I haven't slept
in like three days

do you see the
bags under my eyes?

Aren't they always there?

Elaine, have you
something to tell us?

Like, I'm there necking
champagne with these

two wagons under
the illusion that Carol Collins

is a serial poisoner,
then it turns out that...

Look, any one of you
could've done it.

The police don't know
Carol k*lled herself.

That girl and
her mother are victims.

And we weren't necking
back champagne, you were, Ruth.

Who did these, uh,
seating arrangements?

- Was it you, Elaine?
- What?

No, that is the
Matron of Honour's job.

Like doing the favours
is the bridesmaid's job.

Oh, give it a rest, Elaine.

You're Matron of Honour
now, aren't you?

[music continues]

I didn't do them, Nuala did.

And what the f*ck
do you mean, Eniola

that I was necking
champagne on my own?

What are you implying?

I'm implying
you're an alcoholic.

How dare you!

- It was like a glass or two!
- And the rest.

You're ruining my wedding,
behaving like this!

Sorry, didn't Molly
say she didn't wanna be

at the top table with her folks?

Oh, yeah,
they don't talk to her.

It all came out at her 21st.

Her being g*y and her parents
are mad Catholic freaks.

Called her the spawn of Satan.

She picked a weird time
to tell them, if you ask me.



Why don't you just
admit you're jealous, Eniola?

Jealous?

[laughs]

I've seen Richie's pecker.

That is your life now.

You, horrible cow!

[grunting]

f*cking...

[groaning]

- Denise, help!
- Uh!

If you've scratched
my face for my big day...

Uh, nobody gives a sh*t
about your pox of a wedding!

Right, I think it's
about time we all had

a coffee and calmed
the f*ck down!

I wouldn't drink that
if I were you, ladies!

[sighs]

"How are your parents?

We had such an interesting
chat at your 21st."

That's what Nuala said
to you, that night at the salon.

[Fergus]
And you realized, didn't you?

That's when you found out.

Nuala outed you to
your parents at your birthday.

- No.
- Ah!

I just spoke to your
parents on the phone, Molly.

They confirmed it.

They said they didn't
tell you how they'd found out.

But it was her.

[nervous chuckle]

The thing is... she chased me.

I sent back a few flirty texts
when I was drunk one night.

But then I told her I didn't
wanna be in a relationship.

I wasn't ready.

I hadn't even come out.

[sniffles]

She said it was fine.

She wasn't even g*y,
she was just curious.

And she'd decided
she fancied some guy.

And then at the hen party...
I realized.

She told my parents.

[sobs]

Nobody else would have.

She must have shown them
my texts as proof.

They wouldn't look at me
when they confronted me.

My mother couldn't look at me.

[Elaine]
Nuala did that?

We thought
you'd told them, Molly.

[cries]

Your parents chucked you out
after your 21st.

Then, you dropped
out of college, where you

happened to be studying
pharmacy with Elaine.

[Molly]
What!

Which is why you knew
how to use the botulinum.

[unsettling music]

And you returned to
college, after you got your

life back on track,
and you studied computers.

And became an expert.

That's how you managed to hack
the beauty salon's system

and change their order,
but only after

you took some
of their botulinum.

- Molly would never do that!
- This is ridiculous.

Molly didn't
touch Nuala's glass.

Elaine's right,
Molly is innocent.

She didn't need
to touch the glass.

She just needed to be near it.

She flicked a second raspberry
into Nuala's glass.

Just like that.

[music continues]

A split of a second.

But Carol saw your
hand move in the mirror...

Molly...

She figured it all out.

Carol said she
only wanted money.

She said she hated Nuala.

And I could trust her
with my secret, but how could I?

[sniffles]

I barely knew her.

I couldn't face having
another woman having

something on me that
could ruin my life again.

[music continues]

I swear, I didn't
mean to k*ll her mother!

[Elaine]
Oh my God, Molly!

How could you ruin my wedding?

- Elaine! Elaine!
- b*tch!

You b*tch!

- Elaine!
- You b*tch!

- Jesus!
- Molly!

[yelling]

Jordan? Now.

- This is so dumb!
- Yes.

[Ruth]
Elaine, calm down!

[clears throat]

Go on, then, indulge me.

How did they solve it?

Good old fashioned police work.

I spotted a second raspberry,
Jordan put the rest together.

- Wow!
- Don't take it too hard.

I've trained them well.

[car engine starts]

You're not seriously letting
them take the credit, are ya?

Having Jordan lend
us a hand is useful.

Well, what do
you want, Fergus? Fame or money?

How about both?

[scoffs]

I really have a lot of
work to do with you, don't I?

[theme music]

[music continues]