My Life Is Murder - Third Season

I just find that so distasteful.

Summer brings out the worst in people.

Come on. Love is in the air.

Summer is the most criminal season of all.

Did you know, that?

Really? Then was the safest time of year.

Spring. By a country mile.

Wow.

That makes my latest victim even more unlucky.

You mean you didn't invite me here

for an ice cream date?

I didn't know you wanted me to.

Well, now you know.

The victim's name is Leah Howell,

a florist with a severe bee allergy.

She was stung when walking down the aisle

at her own wedding.

We found the bee hiding inside the bridal bouquet.

Bummer.

Leah developed adult onset anaphylaxis around 23.

By then, she had already started the flower business,

and business was blooming.

I'm told she was extremely cautious

about protecting herself.

Just not that day?

Everything screams tragic accident, right?

Until I spoke to the groom, Thom Coney,

a trust fund playboy with a net worth of 10 million.

Apparently, Leah and Thom met

when she was delivering a floral display

for his 30th birthday party.

Sparks flew. Doves cried.

Two months later, they were engaged.

Two months after that comes the wedding day.

Well, that seems a tad speedy to me.

Hey, true love waits for no one.

But Thom reckons his father, Roland, hated Leah.

He wasn't happy about a mere mortal

becoming part of the family empire.

What are the Coney's rich?

Roland Coney can buy and sell both of us multiple times over.

So what?

For marrying a commoner,

the groom thinks his father did what?

Trained a bee to assassinate the bride?

There's no reports of anything strange

before the ceremony.

Leah walks down the aisle with Roland.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Then...

The first person to try and assist Leah

was her bridesmaid and business partner, Cat.

Then the wedding planner Nerida Jones steps in

with an EpiPen, but it's too late.

So, why suspect the father?

Roland, didn't help Leah, just left her.

He disappeared minutes after Leah collapsed.

Well, it sounds a 100 times more interesting

than any wedding I've attended.

But what does this have to do with me?

Send you the wedding video?

No, no, not the wedding video.

Well, even one with the killer lurking in the footage

that only Alex Crowe can find.

You smooth-talking devil.

If you think it's an accident,

how come you agreed to take a look?

Because it's very rare that a murder suspect

throws a parent under the bus,

especially one who stands to lose an enormous inheritance

by doing it.

Okay, I put some extras in yours

because you need to start taking your B6 level seriously.

Gosh, I thought I was.

Fine, I'll drink it if you call up

autopsy image 12, please.

There you go.

Gosh, see, they couldn't identify

the sting site because of the swelling.

Plus, she's got tons of pre-existing scratches

on her hands from her job as a florist.

All of which could be potential exposure points.

- Right? - Right.

So, how does a bee-vigilant person

fail to notice one in her bouquet?

You know that the kind of reaction that Leah suffered

it can come on in seconds,

but it tends to peak around 3 to 30 minutes.

So, you're a bee expert now, too.

I just listened to a couple of podcasts this afternoon.

But the point is that if she was stung

before she walked up the aisle,

how come she wasn't experiencing any symptoms?

I need you to get me a whole lot of EpiPens, alright?

The same brand as Leah's.

Oi, what about your smoothie?

I knew Harry believed me.

So, you're a cop?

Was. Past tense.

And I wish I had something more original to say

than I'm sorry for your loss.

Yeah, I've been hearing that a lot lately. Drink?

No, thanks.

So, Harry tells me, Thom, that what you have to say

is pretty controversial.

That my father killed my bride.

He just...

He's got this way of getting what he wants.

He said Leah wasn't good enough.

And look what happened.

Was there any specific reason

why Roland would want Leah gone?

Let's just say a florist with a messed-up family.

His words wasn't exactly his dream daughter-in-law.

But he walked her down the aisle.

Leah's dad's been in and out of prison since she was a kid.

Roland was just keeping up appearances.

How long had you known Leah, Thom?

Not quite six months.

We met the day of my 30th.

Her company makes these crazy blue rose sculptures.

I'll show you.

Here.

All I wanted was to get married to the woman I love

in front of the people I care about most.

What's so wrong with that?

We probably never should have met.

Maybe she'd still be here.

Is there any part of you that thinks

this could have been a horrible accident?

No! No.

Leah left nothing to chance.

That EpiPen was like the third wheel in our relationship.

So, why didn't it work?

Well, nothing that you're saying

is pointing specifically

to your father.

Then keep looking.

What the AG double hockey sticks, Ruben?

Well, I take it you didn't do

a long Hen's lunch before your wedding?

This interest in the bridal market better be a fad

because that crowd looks very anti-carb.

Trust me, these will be gone by midday.

These Hens are like wolves once the champagne starts.

Wait. Where are you going?

Aren't you going to stay for coffee or breakfast?

I think you've got enough on your plate, don't you?

Ha! Okay.

Hey. Want to watch a wedding video?

God, no! Unless you found something new.

Pretty sure I have.

Help!

There's Nerida Jones, the wedding planner,

who insisted that all the guests sign a contract.

No phones, no recording devices.

That makes our lives a lot harder.

Except...

There on the right, a hand with a phone.

So, who does it belong to?

If we could get a guest list and maybe I could put it back--

You know Harry asked the wedding planner

for a guest list.

And she said she wasn't

legally obliged to hand one up.

I think someone needs to take a closer look

at Nerida's, bank accounts, e-mail, etc...

Sure. Actually, there's something else you should know

about the wedding.

Roland Coney made all the guests and the staff

sign non-disclosure agreements.

It's almost like he knew

something bad was going to happen.

Chowder. She's a terrible cynic.

Who is it?

Hi, I'm, um, I'm Alexa Crowe. I'm with the police.

I was, um...

I need to come in and have a quick word about Thom.

You're lucky it's too late to question you, little fella.

Ms. Crowe, was it? Roland Coney.

Whatever he's done, I can handle all the expenses involved.

Thom's not himself right now.

No, Thom's fine, Mr. Coney.

Thank heavens for small miracles.

But that is what I wanted to talk to you about.

His fiancee, Leah Howell's death.

Utterly tragic.

Terrible luck. Still so hard to believe.

That's why we're looking into it.

I see.

Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?

Um. Sure.

How do you feel about wildflowers?

It's gorgeous.

Thank you.

I planted all this for my wife, June, just before she died.

We thought we had more time.

How long has she been gone?

20 years now.

It still seems like yesterday.