All language subtitles for Hailey Dean Mystery Dating Is Murder (2017)

Pick up the pace, Hailey.

We've got to get in shape

if we're going
to hike Mount McKinley.

If you're going
to hike Mount McKinley.

Oh, come on, it'll be fun.

Clear your head...

- Get out in nature...
- Okay...

What were you saying
about your patients?

Oh, yeah.

So I just feel like none of them
want therapy anymore.

They just want dating advice.

Yeah, I feel the same way
about my patients,

especially the younger ones.

I mean, it never used
to be this complicated.

Doesn't anyone meet in line
getting coffee anymore?

No, not since
the last millennium.

It's not that easy out there.

I would know.

Oh, please.
You date all the time.

Yeah, thanks to the Internet...

Oh.

But I think it might be time
to take my profile down.

Oh, really?
You met someone?

I think so.

Well, tell me!

Not yet.
It's only been two dates.

When's the third?

I don't know.
Soon, hopefully.

I think
I'm going to take him here.

To Diamond Horn,
our secret trail?

You must really like this guy.
Who is he?

Oh, he's into hiking too.

He's so sweet and romantic.

What does he do for a living?

I don't know yet.

Wait...

isn't that the first question
you ask?

He wanted to wait

until we got to know each other
as people,

not, you know, bias ourselves
with the practical things.

Right, so, in other words,
he's unemployed.

Ha, ha.

See, you don't have
to worry about dating.

You've got Jonas.

Okay.

No, I'm not ready.

Come!
Come, come, come!

Come on, come on, come on!

Oh, Sabrina...

Okay... Whoo!

You're right, though.

You are the king of lasagna.

So my Italian
cooking instructor told me.

When did you take an
Italian cooking class?

When I spent a summer in Italy
after medical school.

Well, aren't you full
of surprises?

Have you ever been?

No, I went
from college to law school,

and straight
to the D.A.'s office.

I never had time to travel,

and even less
now that I'm a therapist.

You'd love it.

I'll take you someday...

or maybe we can just go
to dinner tomorrow instead.

How about
that new Mexican place?

Viva Mexico?

That sounds like a plan.

Ah, I should go.

I have an early morning.

Oh, I saw Danny today.

He asked about you.

Danny?

You know, Danny Morgan?

Police detective
and old friend of yours?

Yeah, I know
who you're talking about.

Yeah,
you should give him a call.

I think he misses you.

Hey, Mom.
Sorry I'm late.

I had a patient
who needed a sympathetic ear,

so I let the session run
longer than usual.

Oh!

Sorry,
am I interrupting something?

No, no, no, Hailey.

This is my friend
Georgina Radley

from the piano teacher's
association.

It's nice to meet you.
I've heard so much about you.

Nice to meet you too.

I'm so sorry
to trouble you like this.

I shouldn't have
dropped in unannounced.

No, no. Nonsense.

I just didn't know
what else to do.

Well, maybe we can help.

It's my daughter.

She's gone missing.

I haven't heard from
Miranda since Friday.

It's Monday.

She hasn't been to work.
She hasn't been home.

I'm sure there's
an innocent explanation.

Have you been to the police?

Yes,
and they were very kind to me,

but they haven't found anything.

Have you spoken to her friends?

With her roommate, Lisa.

She doesn't know where
Miranda is either.

Her cellphone's going
straight to voicemail.

Did she say anything to you
the last time you spoke?

We mostly talked about work.

She felt guilty

she recommended something
to her readers

that was defective.

Her readers?

She writes for Active Atlanta.

It's an online fitness magazine.

Miranda is their
product reviewer,

testing fitness clothes
and so on.

She's been called
an "influencer"

in the Atlanta fitness scene.

She's doing so well.

Now, we talk every day.

It is so unlike her
to disappear.

Did she say anything
about going out of town?

Maybe for the weekend?

Would you go out of town
and not tell your mother?

No, I wouldn't.

I know this is not
a small favor to ask,

and I know you don't
know me at all.

I thought
you might still have friends

at the police station

from when you were
at the D.A.'s office.

Oh, Hailey would be happy
to check in with them for you.

Right, Hailey?

Of course.
I can ask.

Thank you.

When I told Jonas
I hadn't seen you in a while,

I meant more like

we should grab a coffee
or something.

Yeah, we can do that

while you tell me
what's going on

with the Miranda Radley case.

Monty?

- Hi, Hailey.
- Hey.

I'll leave you guys to it. Don't
be a stranger.

Wow, the board has multiplied
since I was here last.

It can't all just be
missing person cases still?

It is.

We can barely keep up
with them all.

So Danny tells me
that you know Georgina Radley.

How is she?

Worried sick.
Which one's Miranda?

Here.

Last seen leaving work.

The online fitness magazine.

Exactly.

She was last seen
leaving work at 5:30 p.m.,

wearing jeans
and a denim jacket.

She was supposedly on her way
to meet her roommate

at Slate's Gym, right there...

but she never showed.

Did you find out why?

No, but her car,
a silver Corolla,

isn't at her home,
her work, or the gym.

We've checked all the hospitals
for Jane Does. No match.

Do you think her mother's
worrying for no reason?

Well, to be honest, Hailey,

there's nothing
really suspicious

about Miranda's disappearance.

Her boss even got an email
from her

asking for a few days off
same day she went missing.

Really?

Her mom didn't mention that
to me.

She didn't know anything
about it,

not until I told her.

So either Miranda's plans
suddenly changed,

or she lied to her mother.

Well...

It wouldn't be the first time

that a daughter
didn't tell her mother

everything about her life.

And she didn't tell anyone
where she was going?

Not so far.

I spoke with her roommate,
Lisa Thompson.

She doesn't know anything
either.

Fincher, thanks for meeting me.

Though shouldn't you be
working your day job?

You know,
investigating for the D.A.?

I'm never too busy to meet you.

You know that.

It may all come to nothing,

but I just feel so bad
for Georgina Radley.

She's so worried
about her daughter.

No problem.

A little birdie told me

you might need a little
backup on this one.

Ah. Danny called you.

I promised not to say anything.

You're a good friend, Fincher.

Hailey Dean?

Hi. I'm Lisa Thompson.

I'm sorry
to head you off like this.

I'm just not allowed
to have any visitors at work.

Oh, no worries.

This is my associate,
Fincher Garland.

Hey. Thanks
for meeting us.

Happy to.

Do you still have time
for a cup of coffee?

Sure. Come this way.

You don't seem worried.

No.

Miranda asked our boss
for a couple of days off work.

It seems innocent enough.

So you work and live
with Miranda?

Mm. Yeah.

We met at work about a year ago.

Has Miranda ever disappeared
like this before?

No, never.

It's work, the gym,
and then home...

though she has been going out
a lot lately.

Where was she going?

Uh...

You know,
I've had roommates before,

and sometimes it felt like
I knew more about their lives

than my own.

I don't really know anything.

I'm sure Miranda's okay,

but just in case she's not,
we're here to help.

Well, I didn't want
to tell Mrs. Radley anything

because if Miranda hasn't,
then...

I really don't think
it's my place.

Tell her what?

I think Miranda
was seeing someone new.

You said "was" seeing?

Yeah, about two months ago,

she started acting different,

you know, happy and confident,

and then a month ago,

she just went back
to her usual shy self.

She didn't tell you why?

No.

Miranda never liked
talking about herself,

which I never understood.

She's so amazing.

Look.

Wow, she's into all this?

Yeah.

Extreme sports?

She loves to be outside.

She's always
challenging herself.

So take us through
the last time you saw her

on Friday.

I was supposed to meet Miranda
around 5:00,

at the gym.

Okay, which gym?

Oh, Slate's Gym.

You know, the big one
across from the aquarium.

But you didn't leave together.

No.

She got a message on her phone.

Like a text message?

No, it was from a dating app.

You know...

it's, like, a dating website,
but it's on your phone.

It's called PenguinMatch.

Everybody I know is on it,

and if you want
a real relationship,

you use the app.

Sabrina?

What's the matter?

I think my computer has a virus.

Couldn't get
into some of my patient files.

Don't worry, I know someone.

I can give him a call.

Have you ever heard
of a dating app

called "PenguinMatch?"

Yeah. Why?

My mother's friend

has a daughter
who's gone missing,

and the only thing
new in her life

seems to be this dating app.

She's probably off with
a new boyfriend somewhere.

That's everyone's opinion
except her mother's.

Understandable.

I've never heard of this app.

I met my new guy on this.

Third date guy?

You met him on an app?

Mm-hm.
It's so great.

It's so smart and simple

and just cuts
through the clutter.

Really?
How does it work?

You set up a profile
with your interests

and the qualities
you're looking for.

So if you're looking for someone

who likes to be outside,
for example...

Like you do.

Then you'll only match

with people
who share that interest.

So it's like
every other dating site.

Not quite.

This one's only for your phone,

because it pays attention
to your geography,

the theory being
that the best match for you

is among people who like
the same things you like,

or live and work the same places
you do,

and then it tells you
about potential matches

when they come nearby.

Hmm...
that sounds a bit weird.

It's no weirder

than striking up
a conversation in a bar

with some stranger.

I suppose.

And this is actually safer.

I mean, the app lets you chat
through it first,

so there's no phone numbers,
no photos.

Then you decide
when and where to meet.

And what if you don't want
to meet?

Oh, that's no problem.

You can just block the person

you don't want to chat
with again,

and there's only first names
on the site.

So if you don't ever meet
the person,

there's no chance

of some awkward
real-life moment.

That's you.

Call me old fashioned,

but I still believe
in fate over technology.

So do you still have the app?

Maybe I can find
Miranda's profile on it.

She might not have used
her real name.

Most people use nicknames
before they meet in person.

Yeah. No, I'm not gonna be able
to find it this way.

Then I'm gonna have to go
straight to the source.

Wow.

This isn't like any office
I've ever worked in.

Open concept, let ideas flow,

break down barriers...

You know, you've got to have
some barriers up sometimes.

Don't want to hear

your neighbors
chewing their food.

Hi.

We'd like to talk
to someone in charge, please.

Mm-hm.

Thank you.

Oh, I read about this guy.

Wade Braden.

Some kind of computer wonderkid,

developing apps
in his parents' basement

with his best friend.

Then he hits it big.

With PenguinMatch.

Mm-hm.

Became an Atlanta A-lister
almost overnight.

Hi.

I'm Jessica Marsand.

Can I help you with something?

Hi. I'm Fincher Garland,

investigator
with the D.A.'s office.

Hi.

Hi. This is
Hailey Dean.

I wanted
to ask you some questions

about an active investigation.

We need to see the records
from one of your clients,

a Miranda Radley.

I'm very sorry,

but our clients' privacy
is something

that we take very seriously.

Oh, of course.

We just need your help
finding a missing woman.

I'd really love to help,
but my hands are tied.

I can't give you any information

without a warrant.

Where's the founder,
Wade Braden?

Um, I'm afraid Wade
can't be disturbed right now.

We have a very important
investor coming this weekend,

and we're just scrambling
to get everything done, so...

Is that
what all the filming's about?

Yes, we're shooting
success story videos today,

couples that
have found each other on the app

and since gotten married.

They found their one true love,
thanks to us.

Oh, so it really does work.

Yeah.

Penguins mate for life.
So do our users.

So, what exactly do you do here?

I'm the President.
I deal with the day-to-day.

A lot of Wade's time
is taken up with investors,

so I'm usually on my own here.

Oh, you were the friend
he developed the app with.

In Wade's mother's basement.

The story is true.

Do you miss those days?

I mean, it wasn't glamorous,
but it was fun.

Just me and Wade,
living off ramen noodles,

dreaming about the future.

Well, looks
like your dreams came true.

Yeah.

We are the lucky ones.

It's hard on a friendship
to work so closely together.

Yeah, well...

we make a good team.

Well, he's lucky
to have you by his side.

I'm sorry
that I couldn't help you,

but you should come back
when you have a subpoena.

Well, thanks for your time.

Oh, do you have
a ladies' room I could use?

Sure.
There's one right back there.

You'll see yourselves out?

Yeah.

Hi.

Uh, hello.

Did we have a meeting scheduled?

No.

Then I'm sorry.
I have to ask you to leave.

Alicia?

I need to ask you
about one of your clients...

Let me get my partner, Jess...

Who's missing,

and I'm hoping the app
can help find her.

I'm sorry to hear that,

but we guarantee
our clients' privacy,

so maybe you should go
to the police.

Her name is Miranda Radley.

She's been missing since Friday.

Sorry, who are you?

I'm Hailey Dean.
I'm a friend of Miranda's.

I really need your help
to find her.

You know her.

Alicia!

Ms. Dean was
just leaving.

Mr. Braden...

You can see yourself out,

or we can have security
escort you out.

It's your choice.

Sorry.

I hope I didn't get you
into any trouble.

Oh, it'll be all right,
but thank you.

I'm sorry
your friend is missing.

Yeah, I just worry
about her mom.

She's beside herself.

I can't imagine
what she's going through.

No.

Yeah. I...

just know that she was
dating through PenguinMatch.

I was hoping that your
boss would help me,

but I guess
he doesn't have a daughter.

No, he doesn't.

Then we can't expect him
to understand.

Thanks.

Let me guess.

Wade hid behind the
privacy policy too.

To the letter.

So this was a bust.

I hope not.

Hailey, what did you do?

Actually, on second thought,

don't tell me.
I don't want to know.

Miss Dean.

I shouldn't be doing this,

but if it was one of my girls...

I don't have access
to the full files,

but I did manage to find

the last place Miranda Radley
was logged into the app.

You have just restored
my faith in my fellow human.

I hope you find her
safe and sound.

Thank you.

She went to a convenience store?

That's not exactly my idea
of romantic rendezvous.

No, there's something else going
on here, Fincher.

I've got to find out what it is.

You know, dinner dates
usually involve dinner,

like our reservations
at Viva Mexico?

We'll make it.
I just want to stop here first.

You want to stop
at a convenience store

on the way to dinner?

Dare I ask what's going on?

This is the last place

Miranda logged in
to her dating app,

which could mean she
was here to meet a date.

Hailey...

I'm not so sure we should be
getting involved like this.

We should let the police
handle it.

We're not doing
anything illegal, Jonas.

It'll just be a minute.

Does anyone ever say no to you?

Excuse me?

Hi.

I'm looking
for a friend of mine.

Let me just check
the Lost and Found.

She would have come in
last Friday.

Do you remember seeing her?

I don't get paid enough
to remember people.

She's missing.

We're very worried about her.

Let me see.

Maybe...

Yes, I remember her.

She wouldn't stop smiling.

She bought two bottles of water

and then stuck $20
into the donation bin.

Did she say anything to you?

She said that she thought

everyone should be
as happy as her.

Hi!

Do you have
any video surveillance

we could possibly look at?

The cameras are fake.

Look, if you're not going
to buy anything...

Thanks so much for your time.

So Miranda was meeting someone
that evening.

Why else buy
two bottles of water?

And why meet here?

Jonas, do you know
what's down the street?

I have a feeling
you're about to show me.

You think
she was meeting someone

to go for a hike?

Makes sense.

It would explain
the two water bottles.

And her good mood.

So, what are we looking for?

Miranda's car.

She was last seen
at the convenience store,

so if her car is parked here,

that would explain

why the police
haven't found it yet

and why it wasn't at
her home, office, or gym.

Well, if her car
is here, Hailey,

then she still might be too.

What kind of car is it?

A silver Corolla.

Like that one?

Jonas, look at that
parking pass.

Active Atlanta.

That's the magazine
where Miranda works.

This is her car.

Hey, Danny.
It's Hailey.

We found Miranda's car.

It's parked
at Copper Rose Trail.

We're going to check it out.

We have reservations!

Okay...

Careful. You okay?

Thanks. Yeah.

Okay.

You know, before I met you,

my idea of a date
was sitting in a restaurant,

bottle of vino,
nice conversation...

Not very original.

I seem to remember

our first date going
something like that.

And I gave you
another chance anyway.

You are hilarious.

Okay.

You know, we should probably
be getting out of here.

We do have reservations.

Hailey?

Monty said
that Miranda was wearing denim

the night she went missing.

Look.

Something was
dragged along here.

Jonas.

Hailey...

let me.

That's Miranda.

You were right.

That was Miranda's car
in the parking lot.

We also found Miranda's purse
buried next to her body.

Her wallet was there...
cash, credit cards.

Phone too, but battery's dead.

But Danny, it wasn't a robbery.

It doesn't look that way.

What have you got?

From my preliminary examination,

I believe Miranda died
at least three days ago.

That's consistent
with when she went missing.

Any idea how she was killed?

She was stabbed in the chest.

She would have died quickly,

but I'll know more

when I get her
back to the morgue.

Okay, thanks.

See you.

I'm so sorry.

I just... I feel
so helpless.

Just waiting for answers.

The police are working on it,
but maybe we can help.

Please.

Anything.

Okay.

Did Miranda mention
having any problems with anyone?

Maybe at work?

No. Never.

What about at her gym?

Well, she didn't talk
about the people at her gym.

I don't think
she socialized with them.

Did she tell you the name

of a man
she was recently dating?

Dating?

Are you sure?

Um, her roommate
was fairly sure.

Listen...

You knew her heart.

You know that she loved you.

Thank you.

Last phone call she received
was from her mother.

That matches
Mrs. Radley's statement.

What about the email to her boss

asking for time off?

Uh...

it's the last email sent.
Friday, 7:00 p.m.

Her killer could have
forced her to write it.

That would explain

why no one knew
she was going away.

It was just to buy
the killer some time.

There's still nothing here
to indicate who she was meeting.

What about the map function?

Miranda didn't enable
her map history,

so we can't trace
where she'd been.

She was using a dating app.

It's called PenguinMatch.

Oh, I know that app.

Do you?

Yeah, I do have a life

outside this police station,
Hailey.

Do you?

All right,
now, as far as I know,

the app doesn't store
geographic data,

so it won't help us there,

and we won't be able
to get PenguinMatch

to give up
their recorded information

without a subpoena.

And we all know how hard it is
to get a subpoena

with these tech companies.

We can give it a shot,
but in the meantime,

we'll have to do this
old-school.

Old-school?

Yeah, you remember.
Not using technology.

Instead,
we ask actual people questions.

Danny, that's such a novel idea.

Mmm, yes.

I wasn't expecting you
to be free for lunch today.

I thought you had to work.

I did. I do.

I just can't stop thinking
about Miranda Radley.

Well, you found her.

It's natural that you feel
that sense of responsibility.

Who's the therapist now?

I'm just saying
what you would tell me.

So, Fincher...

Mm-hm?

Maybe you could use
your D.A. connections

to get me a subpoena
for PenguinMatch's files.

Mm-hm.

That's why you bought me lunch.

Bribery?

I prefer to think of it
as incentive.

Yeah, well, either way,

there's nothing I can do.

You can't do anything,

and your connections
are way better than mine.

I just feel

like there's something else
going on here.

Yeah, and I trust
your intuition,

almost as much
as I trust my own,

but you've been a part
of enough investigations now

to know how they go.

I know, I know.

I need facts, evidence.

Right, and that's where
Danny comes in.

And you.

Well, that goes without saying.

Is this the part
where you tell me

to let the police do their jobs?

And rob me of free lunches?

Never!

I'ma need some more
bacon, brah. Mmm.

You did not just say that.

Mm-hm.

Not what I was hoping for,
but thanks for the update.

Any news?

That was forensics just now.

They've found no sign

of any kind of knife
or any other weapon

along the trail.

This is a killer
who planned his attack.

No one we've spoken to
in Miranda's life

seems to have
any trace of a motive.

Did you find
the guy she was dating?

Still working on that,

but Miranda's roommate is sure
it ended a month ago.

What about the people

behind the products
she reviewed?

Miranda reviewed
the latest fashion trends,

and apparently,
according to her mother,

she was a real
"influencer."

So you think she gave someone
a negative review,

and they wanted payback.

It's possible.

She was taken to a hiking trail
and stabbed.

That's pre-meditated
and pretty personal,

so revenge fits.

Pull up the magazine.

Let's see what Miranda
was reviewing lately.

Did she write any reviews
the day she went missing?

No.

Oh, wait.

It's not a review,

but it looks
like she posted a retraction

from a previous review.

Retraction?

Yeah, she tried out

a brand-new pair of hiking shoes
a month ago.

She loved them,

but after wearing
them for a few weeks,

she noticed them falling apart.

Who made the shoes?

Steel Pine Boots,
based here in Atlanta.

Owned by a Steve Armstrong.

Can one negative review
on the Internet

really affect sales?

Depends on who wrote the review.

Yeah, and judging
by the number of comments

on her column,

I would say that Miranda
was just as influential

as her mother thought.

So why did you bring me
and not Danny?

Danny's a cop.
He makes people nervous,

whereas you have
the opposite effect.

Oh, it's nice to know
my medical training

translates outside
of the coroner's office.

Indeed.

Steve Armstrong?

Are you the proprietor
of Steel Pine Boots?

Yeah.
Who are you?

I'm sorry
to just show up like this.

I just wanted to make sure

that the shoes got back to you.

What shoes?

I'm...

I'm Miranda Radley's assistant.

Then you can turn around
and walk away.

Hey,

no need to be rude.

And who are you?

Her bodyguard?

No.
I'm... her assistant.

What's in the boxes?

Returns...

thanks to your boss
and her bad review.

One review really affected
your business that much?

I put everything I had
into this new shoe.

It was supposed to revolutionize

the hiking experience.

Now I'm on the verge
of bankruptcy,

so you tell me

if one review

could really affect my business
that much.

It's hard to watch
your dreams struggle.

What do you know about it?

I know you didn't set out
to make a bad shoe.

Of course I didn't.
The manufacturer cut corners.

I didn't know
until it was too late.

I tried to explain
that to Miranda,

but she told me
she wouldn't lie.

I wasn't asking her to lie.

Is that why you wanted
to meet her on Friday night?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Where were you Friday night?

Here, processing returns.

Not testing out your merchandise

on Copper Rose Trail?

No.

What is this?
The third degree?

Can anyone vouch for that?

You better tell your assistant
to get out of here

before I do another thing
I regret.

Come on...
assistant.

Let's go.

I couldn't help it.
He was being a bully.

And what do we do with bullies?

We leave them to the therapist.

I appreciate you
having my back, though.

Always.

Hailey, what do you
suppose he meant

by "another thing" he regrets?

Sounds like
he was surprisingly honest

about his beef with Miranda.

I don't think he could hide
that anger even if he tried,

but there's something else
going on.

Because of the "regret" comment?

Not only that.

He just seemed ashamed
of something,

and he was hiding it
with aggressive behavior.

I'll get Monty to see

if there's any way
we can place him

near Copper Rose Trail
on Friday night.

What's that?

Jonas.

Autopsy results are in.

Oh. Let's go.

Miranda Radley.
Stabbed through the heart.

One clean stroke.

The weapon?

Something resembling
an average kitchen knife.

She had multiple cuts
to her forearms

and a few to her legs.

As though
she was shielding herself.

She fought back.

I think she fell,
or was pushed down,

and tried to kick her assailant.

She must have been terrified.

Then it looks like
she hit her head,

maybe on a rock,

which would have dazed her
long enough

for the killer
to deliver the fatal blow.

Thanks.
This is really helpful.

There's one other thing.

All of this reminded me
of something, another case.

The remains of a hiker

found in the ravine
under Copper Rose Trail

about a month ago?

"Stabbed through the heart.
One clean stroke.

"Weapon appears
to be an average kitchen knife,

approximately
six inches in length."

Are you saying
there's another victim,

and possibly the same killer?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

This is the other victim.
Tara Wistin, 28.

Kindergarten teacher.

Missing for six months.

Her body was found
badly decomposed.

She's believed to have fallen
from the highest point

of Copper Rose Trail.

Okay, so the killer lured
her to the highest point,

stabbed her,

then pushed her body
over the edge

and into the ravine,

where she was less likely
to be found.

But that's not what happened
to Miranda.

Jonas said he saw no evidence

that Tara fought back,

so the killer must have
taken her by surprise.

Whereas Miranda did fight back.

So the killer wanted

to replicate his successful
murder of Tara Wistin,

only Miranda
became suspicious...

Forcing the killer to improvise,

stabbing her on the spot

and hiding her body
as best he could

off the trail.

Okay, so...

what do they have in common?

Where do their lives intersect?

It can't be work related.
Maybe...

Did Tara go to Miranda's gym?

No, she went
to a yoga studio here,

and was last seen
at a coffee shop right here.

Across the street
from where Miranda worked...

And a busy part of town.

What about Steve Armstrong?

Did he know Tara?

He did, in fact.
She was on his client list.

Another disgruntled customer.

What do you want now?

Detective Morgan,
Atlanta P.D.

I'd like to ask you
some questions

about Miranda Radley.

What is this, a witch hunt?

No, it's a homicide
investigation.

She's dead?

Danny...

This is Detective Morgan.

Suspect fleeing in a black SUV,

east on Glenwood.

He is considered dangerous.

Any news on Armstrong?

Not yet.

The whole department's
looking for him.

We'll get him.

We do our best,
but the pins just keep coming.

Where was Tara's school?

Humor me.

And her yoga studio?

And her house?

And that's Miranda?

Her work, yes.

And her apartment?

And her gym.

So, what they have in common
is a few blocks

where they might have
crossed paths each day?

Not only them.
Look at these pins.

It's a densely
populated area, Hailey.

Or a hunting ground.

What if there are more victims,
Danny?

What if we're looking
for a serial killer?

Thanks for doing this, Lisa.

Do you recognize these women?

I don't know her.

No, not her either.

Sorry.

Don't worry.
Just take your time.

There's no wrong answer.

She looks familiar to you.

She goes to my yoga studio.

She used to.

I haven't seen her there
in a while.

Did Miranda go there too?

Oh, no.

Miranda hated yoga.

What about this woman?

I don't think so.

She works at the coffee shop
across from the office.

Actually, come to think of it,

I haven't seen her there
in a while either.

Okay,
so of the six missing women

from the geographic overlap
Hailey found,

Lisa knew two of them.

Tara Wistin is one.

She and Miranda
both bought coffee

from this woman, Anna Harris.

What's in
her missing persons file?

Anna Harris, 32.
Missing for three months.

The detective found nothing
out of the ordinary.

Looks like her sister
reported her missing

when she didn't come back

from a last-minute weekend trip.

Just like Miranda.

So what's the killer's type?

Physical traits?

Well, Tara's brunette,
and Miranda's blonde.

Anna looks nothing
like either of them.

Are we still thinking

that Steve Armstrong's
behind this?

Anna Harris
isn't on his customer list,

but there could be
another connection.

You don't run from the police

if you're innocent.

What do these three women
have in common

that attracted the same killer?

So our dinner dates
have been reduced

to crime scenes
and police stations.

Aw...

How romantic.

Did you bring enough
for everyone?

I wouldn't dare show
my face otherwise.

How's it going?

We've been going through
the social media accounts

for Miranda, Tara Wistin,
and Anna Harris.

I don't understand

how people can post every minute
of their lives.

Well, they make the time.

Personally, I don't get it.

I mean, why would
anyone want to know

where I went for coffee,

or what inspirational
quote I liked that day?

It's just not that interesting.

I agree.
You're not that interesting.

Mm, so Miranda mostly posted
her training schedule.

She was preparing
for the annual mud race.

The annual Atlanta
Mud 'n' Grit Race?

Mm-hm.

Tough course.

Yeah, Sabrina did it last year.
She was sore for days.

Tara Wistin
mostly talked about food.

She was about to start
skydiving lessons.

Brave.

Anna, the barista,

the regional champion
of latte art.

She also runs,

and she climbed Kilimanjaro
last year.

So all three women
were athletic.

They were all doing
something exceptional.

I mean, Kilimanjaro,
the mud race, skydiving...

I mean, these are women
who challenge themselves.

Extreme sports?
Is that the connection?

But why would you target
women who are athletes?

I know.

They seem like the last people
you'd want to tangle with.

It could be
that they posed a threat

to the killer's identity.

Maybe he felt inadequate

next to their accomplishments.

That actually makes sense.

Steve Armstrong made a shoe
rejected by athletic women.

He didn't strike me
as the athletic type.

Um, maybe the rejection
pushed him over the edge.

But there's still nothing
connecting him to Anna Harris.

Detective Morgan.

Thanks.
I'll be right there.

Steve Armstrong

just tried to sneak
back into his house.

Oh!

I didn't kill anyone.

I've never even
heard of Anna Harris.

Then why did you run?

You're hiding something.

Is it related to Miranda?

What...
what are you ashamed of?

What don't you want
the police to know?

If you didn't kill anyone,

then you need to tell us
the truth.

I stole the design, all right?

From one of my competitors.

I knew it was going to be
the next big thing.

If I could beat them
into production,

I'd corner the market.

I changed the design a little,
in case I got caught.

And that's why
the shoe is defective,

and why Miranda Radley
gave you a bad review.

My company has been struggling.

I had to do something.

You have to understand.

I don't think he's the killer.

I'll check out his alibis
to be sure,

but I don't think so either.

So Miranda's memorial
is on Saturday?

Yeah, I will be there.

It's so sweet of you
to organize everything, Mom.

Just let me know

if there's anything I can do
to help.

Oh, Sabrina's here.
I've got to go.

Okay. I love you too. Bye.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

- Ready to go?
- Yep, ready.

What was that?

What? The chime?

Oh, someone in your neighborhood
wants to chat with me

on PenguinMatch.

Sabrina,
why didn't I think of it?

Miranda, Tara, and Anna
were all into extreme sports.

Okay...

So they would have
similar dating profiles.

They would all be matches
for the same man.

That has to be the connection.

PenguinMatch?

Miranda was on it,

and I'll bet Tara and Anna
were on it too.

If that's the case,

then the killer
is using PenguinMatch

to find his victims,

and he's still out there.

You were right, Hailey.

Tara's and Anna's friends
confirmed

that both of them were dating
through PenguinMatch

when they went missing.

Did you pull the profiles
from Tara and Anna's phones?

Tara's phone
was completely destroyed

from the fall.

We haven't been able
to recover any data,

and we don't have Anna's phone.

Since PenguinMatch is only
accessible from a phone,

we are out of luck.

Which is why we weren't able
to make the connection,

but we have Miranda's phone.

Yeah, but the app doesn't save
messages or geographic data.

It only saves "connections."

Melvin706, Norm107,

William88, Sullivan42.

And there's no way to know
their real names from those.

No. We have to get the records
from the app itself.

It's the only way
to find the guy

that all three women dated.

Judge Garfield
refused the subpoena.

How is that possible?

Said we don't have
enough concrete evidence

directly linking
the three disappearances

to the app

to avoid a lawsuit.

I know that the killer
is on the app.

There has to be a way
to prove it.

See if you can try and do
that patience-building exercise

at least once a day.

We'll see you next week.
Bye.

Hello.

Hi.

I'm Ethan.

I'm here to cure your virus?

Computer virus.

Oh, of course.
Right.

- Hey, Ethan.
- Hey.

Thanks so much for
making the time.

Oh, for you, always.

So it's Sabrina's computer,

and it's in there.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

A little young, isn't he?

He's Danny's cousin.

Will and I took care of him
one summer

when his parents were overseas.

He got into MIT
on a full scholarship at 16.

So he's kind of a genius?

All done.

Not just "kind of."

Uh... wow.

So how do I keep that
from happening again?

Just don't open emails
from people you don't know.

Ah. Mm.

All right, I've got to get back.

Apparently,
computers can't code themselves,

not until I code them to,
at least.

Thanks again,
and tell your parents I said hi.

See ya.

So I need some help.

And admitting you need help
is the first step.

Not that kind of help.

I need to sign up
for that app, PenguinMatch.

Why?
What happened with Jonas?

Oh, no, nothing.
Jonas and I are fine.

Oh. Well, I'm confused.

Miranda, the daughter
of my mom's friend,

was using the app,

and I'm hoping
that it could give me

some insight into her killer.

I'm sure the police
can handle it.

Oh, they can,
but I know I can help,

and I just can't sit here

and let a killer get away
with preying on these women.

I'm just going
to be wasting my breath

if I try and stop you, right?

All right, go get your phone.

All that are left
are your interests.

My interests...

Right, so you'd say
psychology, reading,

running, Italian food...

No, no, no.

Say parasailing, rock climbing,

and mud marathons.

Well, this is
a whole other side of you

I didn't know existed.

It's a whole other side
I don't actually have.

I'll warn you,
embellishing happens,

but once the truth comes out,
the date won't last very long.

I don't need it to last long.

I just need to meet these guys
face to face

and find out their real names.

Okay.

You are all set.

So just press "Get Started,"
and your profile will be live.

So now what?

So, the white dot is you.

The yellow dots
are all the people on the app

within a mile radius

who match your interests.

Now, PenguinMatch
will prompt you

to chat or "connect"
with those in your area

who match your interests.

Those dots will turn green.
The red dots are your bookmarks.

You've been "penguined."

"Luke306" says hi
and wants to chat.

So, what do I do?

Well, say hi back
if you'd like to chat,

and then a text window
will pop up

and you can start
getting to know him.

And if I don't?

Just press "No thanks."

Luke306 is not
one of the profiles

that Miranda dated,

so I'm flattered,

but "no thanks."

Okay, that's simple enough.

What were you saying

about the bookmarked profiles?

So if you see a profile
that you like,

you can "bookmark" it for later,

so if the person
shows up in your vicinity,

your phone will alert you,

and it'll show up
on your app as a red dot.

So I can do that with the
profiles Miranda dated.

The odds of them showing up
in your area

are pretty small.

I'll find a way around that.

Sabrina,

promise me
you will not use this app.

You are exactly
the killer's type.

I'm serious.

I'm only using it
to chat with my new guy...

though I haven't heard from him
in a few days.

So why don't you
call him on the phone?

Well, he didn't want
to give me his number

until the third date.

It's a rule he has, apparently.

He didn't give you
his phone number?

That seems like a red flag
to me.

He's a...
a very private person.

I get a sense
that he's been burned before,

and I'm willing
to give him a chance.

You'll be careful.

Always.

Mm, mm, mm.
One caramel macchiato.

For you.

Yeah, for me, of course...

and one black coffee.

If I'm going to drink coffee,
I want it to taste like coffee.

Yeah...

and I bet
your favorite flavor ice cream

is vanilla.

Mint chocolate chip.

Well, look at you.
Aren't you full of surprises?

You know, come to think of it,

I've actually never seen you
eat ice cream.

Well, that's because
you would never come over

to Sunday movie night.

Nobody told me
there was ice cream!

Anything?

No.

Not one of the profiles
we're looking for.

Maybe we're in the wrong spot.

If we do what Miranda did,

we have a pretty good shot
at finding the same men she did,

and according to Lisa,
this was her typical day.

She would go to work,

and then she would hit the gym

afterwards.

Mm, right around now.

You're not going to ask me
to work out with you, are you?

You afraid I can bench press
more than you?

Pff, no.

Yes.

Afraid that
you would hurt yourself trying.

You're blowing up.

Let me see.

Melvin706.

That's one of the profiles
Miranda dated.

You gonna meet that guy
right now?

Well,
I still have three more men

to "connect" with,

and then I need
to meet them in public,

some place romantic.

It's got to feel genuine
so they open up.

Wherever that is,
I'm going to be right there.

Well, I hope
you like Mexican food.

Hailey, you work too much.

I worry about you.

I'm fine, Mom.

I don't know what I'd do
if anything...

ever happened to you.

How is Mrs. Radley?

She...

It's not normal for a child
to die before her mother.

I don't know how to comfort her.

Just knowing you're there
is enough, Mom.

I want to do more.

She'll let you know
when you can.

Mrs. Radley doesn't know

if she needs more help
or more space.

All you can do is pay attention
and be sensitive to her signals.

Grief is very personal,
and overwhelming.

The way it was for you
when Will died.

It took me a long time
to realize I needed support.

More than I care to admit.

Sweetie, I can't imagine.

Stay for dinner, hm?

Ah, I can't.

I have three dates to go on.

Okay, the first
of my three dates,

Norm107, is two blocks away.

He's the surfer.

Mm-hm. You sure
you want to do this?

- Ow.
- Sorry.

Okay, Fincher,

we're going to be
in a public restaurant.

The guys aren't going to know
my real name,

and I'm never going
to have to see them again.

Okay, Danny would kill me

if he knew
I was letting you do this.

I'm going to ask them
two questions...

where were they Friday,
the night Miranda was killed,

and two, did they
also date Tara and Anna.

That's it.

There's got to be another way.

The other way is the subpoena,

and I am not willing
to let another woman go missing

while we wait for it.

All right,

but do you at least
have your backup?

Yes...

only because you
asked me to bring it.

I have no intention of using it.

And you shouldn't have to.

All right.
You know how this works.

Yes.

I can hear you,
but you can't hear me.

Why didn't I
think of that years ago?

All right.

You sure you good?

Yeah, yeah. I'm good.

Okay, I'll be at the bar
the whole time, watching.

Okay?

Okay, okay.
Oh, he's almost here.

- Oh, wait, hold on.
- What?

- Don't fix my hair! No!
- You got fly-aways.

Don't lick my hair!
Stop that!

Let's go.

- Can I get an iced tea, please?
- Two.

Fincher, how many times
do I have to tell you?

You can't have caffeine so late.

It's going to keep you up,

and then you're going
to be cranky tomorrow.

You should have soda water.

Thank you.

Mmm... mmm!

You never learn.

He's here.

Not exactly
the surfer was expecting.

Helen416?

Norm107?

Norman.

You look different
than I thought you would.

I just... are you sure
you're a surfer?

I'm as much a surfer as you are.

Do you want to sit?

Sure, why not.

So it was this crazy wave.

I can't believe
I kept my board under me.

Australia is amazing.

Ah, yeah.

I bet there's amazing hiking
in Australia.

Hiking?

Don't you hike?

No.
I'm a surfer, remember?

I just got back
from Fort Lauderdale.

Cool.

Ah, yeah, I've never been there.

Never.

So, um...

my friend, Anna Harris, surfs.

Do you know her?

No, I mean, I...

I don't know
every surfer in town.

I don't know why people
always think that.

There's... There's a
lot of people who surf.

Can I tell you something?

Sure.

I'm not really a surfer.

I know.

Aw...

I guess I just want people
to see me that way.

You know when you want
to be really good at something,

and you're just not?

That was me and surfing.

Me too.

Really?

My brother's
a world champion surfer,

so when people
find out who I am,

they're always disappointed
that I'm not the same.

That must be really hard.

Man, it feels good
to be honest, doesn't it?

Yeah, it does.

Yeah, his alibi checks out.

He really was in Florida
last week.

What?
What alibi?

Who's this guy?
Are you a cop?

No, I'm a therapist.

Listen, if you ever want
to talk about your brother,

please call me.

I mean it.

Hey, you still here?

I hate to be the one
to break it to you,

but your honeybun
just made a run for it.

I know. Thanks.
I'm waiting for someone else.

Waiting for someone else?
Wow.

You sure don't waste any time.

You know, I've heard
about women like you.

You get a guy,

but you're always on the lookout
for the better deal, right?

No, it's not what it looks like.

Mm-hm.
I'm sure it's not.

You know what?

You don't have to explain to me,
honey.

I've heard it all.

Well, you must have already met
your prince.

My what?

Mr. Right?

You know, your... senor?

Well, speaking of Mr. Right,

here comes the next one.

Wow, you could use
a revolving door,

maybe even a conveyor belt,

but I can tell you
from 50 feet away

that is not Mr. Right.

Okay, thanks for your help.

Hi!

Margaritas?

Two, please!

Sure. Margaritas.
I'll make yours a double.

On the house.

Oh. Thank you!

Hi, I'm William88,

but you can call me Bill.

Hi, Bill.

So I quit my job of 15 years

as an accountant

to pursue my dream
of being a novelist.

That's very courageous, Bill.
Good for you.

Thank you.

You must know
my friend Tara, Tara Wistin?

She told me

that she recently went on a date

with a guy who wanted
to become a writer.

I'd never date anyone
named Tara.

That's the name of my ex-wife,

and she's not exactly
my favorite person.

Oh.

That sounds
like a rough break-up.

Are you divorced?

No, but I know a few people
who have been through it.

It takes
a lot of time and effort

to work through everything.

You sound like my therapist.

You're in therapy?
That's great.

Um, so,

uh...

what else do you like to do?

Like, say, on Friday nights?

Friday nights
are spent with my lawyer,

dividing up the assets.

Like,
what about last Friday night?

I was with my lawyer.

Mm-mm, mm-mm. No.

Bill...

Bill.

You seem like a nice guy,

but you're obviously
still hurting right now,

and you have
unresolved feelings for your ex.

Is it that obvious?

Yeah,

so I think jumping into another
serious relationship

is not what you want to do
with those feelings right now.

Yeah.
Maybe you're right.

Cheers.

I'll check out his alibi.

I'm pretty sure
he was telling the truth.

That's two down, Hailey.

Neither one of them
is the guy we're looking for.

Okay, there's one left.

Let's see what happens.

All right.

That guy took the drink.
Do you see that?

Whatever, Fincher.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

So, Melvin706,

do I get to know your real name?

Let's just see how it goes.

Your profile says
that you're into running.

Yeah...

uh... not so much.

Really? 'Cause I could have
sworn I saw you

on Copper Rose Trail
last Friday.

- Oh yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, waiter.

Another beer.

So,
you are one of my first dates

on PenguinMatch.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hm.
How about you?

Have you been using it
for a while?

Yeah, you could say that.

So my friend Tara Wistin told me

about a guy named Melvin.

Tara mentioned me?

What exactly did she say?

You know...

So, you want to get out of here?

I'd love to.

No, no. No!

Dang!

Nice night.

Yeah, sure.

What's the rush?

I want to show you something.

What?

You'll see.

Tell me.
I hate surprises.

Let's just say
I know what you want.

Do you?

Come on.
We're almost there.

Come on,
tell me where we're going.

It's just up ahead.

Okay.

Uh, I don't think I have time
to go for a ride.

No one's going anywhere.

Hey!

Oof!

Hey!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Oh, my gosh.

And then he drove away,

and we called you.

And that's everything?

Everything.

Oh, uh, I recorded
my date with Melvin.

It's inadmissible in court,
but it might be helpful.

Okay, I'll get this back to you
in a bit.

Okay, thanks.

So, based on the license
plate number you gave us,

your Melvin is really named
Roger Seeger.

He's got a record.

Breaking and entering.
Grand theft auto.

Non-violent crimes.
Any assault charges?

There's nothing on his file
to indicate he's dangerous,

but if he's responsible
for Tara and Miranda...

He's escalated.

I mean, it's a big leap

from robberies to serial murder,

but...

I got the feeling

he was going to put me
in that trunk.

You should never have been
in that position

in the first place.

Fincher was with me
the whole time.

Not the whole time, Hailey.
You didn't wait for him.

I'm fine, Danny.

Yeah, this time.

What about next time?

You're not a cop.

You're not even
a practicing lawyer anymore.

Imagine what Will would say.

Don't.

You're right.
I'm sorry.

Even though you never got
to marry my brother,

I still think of you
as my sister.

I know.

I'm going to knock
on Mr. Seeger's door.

You coming?

Roger Seeger?
It's the police.

Open up.

Danny, I don't think he's here.

It's pretty quiet.

I'll put a car on the house.

As soon as he gets
home, we'll get him.

Danny?

See that towel?

Slate's Gym.
That's Miranda's gym.

You think Roger met Miranda
at the gym?

Courtesy of PenguinMatch, I do.

I was in the gym parking lot,

following
Miranda's daily routine,

and he showed up.

The app matched us.

If Roger was targeting
athletic women,

what better place to find them?

You think he'd be so dumb
as to try that again?

It's not about intelligence,
Danny.

He's going to go back
to his routine,

and he's going to want
to meet another woman

because whatever he had planned
with me

didn't work.

Okay, can we go?

Yeah.

You were always so bad
at stakeouts.

How can someone be "bad"
at stakeouts?

It's 'cause you're impatient.

It's not your fault.

You're a woman of action.

Sitting still,

waiting for someone else
to make the first move,

that goes against
everything in your nature.

But not yours?

Mm-mm.

No, no, I like to sit still.

Gives me time to think,
to reflect.

What are you reflecting on?

You know...

mainly, I'm thinking about...

Burritos.

Maybe.

Meaning of life.

Something like that.

Oh, no, I know.

All this talk of dating
has gotten you thinking.

You're ready to settle down.

Me?

Mm-hm.

Nah. Never. Never.

Yeah.

No.
No!

All right, fine, we don't have
to talk about it,

but you're the real deal,
Fincher Garland.

Whoever manages to land you

is the luckiest woman alive.

Wow, that's very nice of you
to say.

I mean it.

You can't tell,
but I'm blushing.

I know you are.

Oh, thank goodness.

There's Danny.

Yo.

Hey.

You didn't answer your phone,
Hailey.

It's at the station.

They're transcribing
the recordings from my date.

Remember?
What did you find out?

Roger Seeger is a member here.

According to his member record,

he usually comes at 5:00.

That's, like, right now.

Okay.

Is that him?

No, that's Wade Braden,
the founder of PenguinMatch.

Ah, Hailey!

Really, Wade,
you don't have to worry.

I can handle a last-minute
client dinner myself.

I know I said I want
to go on a date tonight.

I mean,

this woman, Jessica, is the one,

but I haven't been able
to get in touch with her,

and I can't ask you to do
everything by yourself, so...

Yeah, you really think

that I can't manage without you?

Well, you can't.

Mr. Braden.

Ms. Dean?

Are you following me?

No.

I saw you over here,

and I just wanted to come over

and apologize for my conduct
in your office the other day.

Of course you have to do
what's in the best interests

of your customers
and their privacy.

Thank you.
We appreciate that.

It was really kind of you
to come over.

Yes.

Well,

I should be going.

Our clients don't like
to be kept waiting.

It's nice to see you again,
Miss Dean.

See you.

Have you found your friend?

You did know Miranda,
didn't you?

This was her gym too.

Were you seeing her?

Her roommate was pretty sure

that she was seeing someone
about a month ago.

It didn't last long, though.

No.

No, two dates.
Then she blocked me on the app.

Why would she do that?

I don't know.

You didn't ask?

Well, it was pretty clear
she didn't want to see me again.

I haven't seen her since.

You know the police are working
on a warrant for your files.

I'm sure
my legal team is handling it.

Oh, so you don't know

that it's no longer
a missing persons case.

It's now a murder investigation.

A... A murder?

Miranda's dead?

Um...

I'm... I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

I feel I should be saying
the same thing to you.

Roger!

Stop!

Roger, stop!

Danny! Fincher!

Not so fast, Seeger!

Come here! Stop!

Come here!

Come on. Come here.

Is this the guy?

That's him.

Roger Seeger,
you're coming with us.

See? Woman of action.
Come here.

Get in there.
Mind your head.

Where were you
last Friday night?

I was on a date.

Who with?

I don't ask names.

Do you know her?

Do you know her?

What about her?

What about her?

Last chance to help us help you.

Then you'll stay here
a while longer.

Simple enough?

He definitely knew
all three women.

His body
tensed with each picture,

like he was forcing himself
not to run away.

You think he's guilty?

I mean, his body was closed off,

and he wouldn't look you
in the eye.

I'm sure he's hiding something.

I think so too.

Here's your phone back.

Oh, thanks.

I felt like
I was missing my arm.

Ooh, Sabrina.

Sabrina Butler.

Hey. It's Hailey.

Hailey!
Are you all right?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you

I wasn't coming in this morning,

but I will be there
this afternoon.

So long as you're okay.

I'll be here.

You still haven't deleted
that app?

I keep forgetting.

Look, I'm so glad
you're all right.

You had me worried.

Well,
I will bring you some lunch

to make up for it.

Mm. Deal.

Jonas?

I've been calling you.

Jonas?

I don't know
what to call what we have...

but it's good, isn't it?

It's great.

I never thought I'd date again

after my wife died.

I felt the same after Will died.

But I met you, Hailey,

and I thought maybe I was wrong.

I don't know if I'm ready
to put a label on this,

but...

after I saw you
in that restaurant

with another man...

Jonas, it's not what you...

We haven't even known each other
that long.

Let me just explain.

Please stop interrupting.

Let me get this out.

I'm not the kind of guy

to date more than one woman
at a time.

I know that.

And I know we never said
we were exclusive...

Jonas...

it wasn't a date.

Okay, it was kind of a date,

but...

I was just pretending

to date the men Miranda dated

to try to find out
who the killer is.

What?

I didn't tell you because I knew

you'd try to convince me
not to do it.

You're right.
I would have.

Whatever I am to you...

you should trust me enough
to be honest with me.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Well, there is a way
you can make it up to me.

You and me.

Dinner. At a table.
In a restaurant.

Ooh...

I don't know.
That's a lot to ask.

All right, but only for you.

I'll make the reservation.

Tomorrow night...

and no hiking boots allowed.

Danny?

Hailey.

Did Roger Seeger confess?

Not exactly.

What do you mean?

He's got an alibi
for Friday night.

He didn't kill Miranda.

Well, then,
what did he want with me?

He's a drug dealer.

Anabolic steroids,
to be precise.

And he was using the app

to target athletic women
as potential customers.

It looks that way.

Found the steroids
in the trunk of his car.

He was luring you
into that alley

to sell you drugs.

He's not the killer.

Then who is, Danny?

Danny.

Sorry, I have to go.
I'll call you later.

The mailbox is full

and cannot accept
any messages at this time.

Goodbye.

You've reached Sabrina Butler.

Please leave a message.

Hello.

Fincher?
Sabrina's not in the office.

Is she out for lunch?

No.

I talked to her
a few of hours ago.

She knew
I was bringing her lunch,

and her message service is full

because she missed
all of her morning appointments,

and she's not answering
her cellphone.

Well,
maybe she had an emergency.

No, she would have told me.

Hailey, I'm sure she's fine.

You know, I heard a chime
on her cellphone

in the background.

You think someone called her?

I think someone messaged her.

That chime, it was someone
from PenguinMatch.

Fincher...

Whoa, Hailey, you're jumping
to conclusions now.

Sabrina's really into sports.

She's been training
to climb Mt. McKinley.

But, Hailey,

they have Roger Seeger
in custody, though.

Roger Seeger isn't the killer,
and neither is Steve Armstrong.

The killer is still out there.

Okay, I'm going to meet you
at PenguinMatch right away.

Do not go in there without me.

Do you hear me?

Miss Dean, I'm really sorry,

but today is not a good day.

Alicia...

Excuse me!

You need to make an appointment.

Here's my appointment.

Look, I'm really sorry
about Miranda, okay?

I am, but I have a very
important meeting

with a major investor

any minute now,

a day earlier than expected.

Another woman has gone missing,
and the last time she was seen,

she was using your app.

It's a coincidence.

Where is Jessica?

She's out of the office.

There's no such thing
as a coincidence.

Look, I can't have you

tarnishing my app's
reputation, okay?

Not today.
You need to leave.

A woman's life is in danger,

and all you can think about
is your app's reputation?

Really?

Alicia,
can you call security, please?

You can call whoever you want.

You're Sullivan42.

What?

I've been looking for you,

and you've been
right in front of me

the whole time.

So you're Sullivan42.

We've been over this.
Yes.

Sullivan is my middle name.

You use your own app to date?

Of course.

That's how I came up with it
in the first place.

Successful guy like you?

Can't be that hard
to meet women.

Oh, it used to be really hard.

I was just a nerd
in my mother's basement.

But things are different now.

Different, yes.

Almost worse, in a way.

You try finding a girl
that can see past my money,

one who isn't just pretending
to like the things that I like.

So these women you dated,

they didn't know
who you really were?

Well, if they did,
it wasn't because I told them.

That's why I designed my app
without photographs,

without full names,

so you get to know
the real person...

no preconceptions.

But you still haven't met
your soulmate.

I thought I did.

A couple of times.

Like her?

Yeah, like Miranda.

What about her?

That's Tara.

I haven't heard from her
in months.

And her?

Anna.

W-What is going on here?
How do you know about them?

So you don't deny
dating each one of them?

Why would I?

What happened?
You get bored?

Or did they serve their purpose?

What?

No, I didn't end it.

They did.

They all just stopped
responding to me.

In fact, each of them
blocked me from their profile.

I never knew why.

Maybe because each of
these women went missing,

and two of them,
Tara and Miranda,

have since turned up dead.

What?

T-Tara's dead too?

What about Anna?

We suspect foul play,
but have yet to find her.

You're the only
common denominator.

Wait, no, you can't think
that I did this to them!

What about Sabrina Butler?

Sabrina...
Sabrina?

What does she got
to do with all this?

Oh, so you admit,
you know her too.

Of course.

I've been dating her
for the last couple of weeks.

Third date guy is you?

What?

I don't understand.
What is going on here?

Where is she now?

I don't know.

I haven't heard from her
in a week.

Where is she?

Why?
What happened to her?

Hailey.

Hailey, you have to let me
do my job.

I promise you,
we'll find Sabrina.

She's in danger, Danny.
I know it.

I've got officers
all over Copper Rose Trail.

There's no sign of her.

That doesn't mean he didn't
take her someplace else.

Wade can't hurt her
while he's in here,

and I'm not letting him go
anywhere, okay?

I'll call you as soon
as I hear anything.

I've got to say, Hailey,

I never expected to get
a call like this from you.

Normally,
I wouldn't do this, Ethan,

but my friend's life
might be in danger.

Don't worry.

We're going to find her.

Just maybe don't
tell cousin Danny.

So...

I'm inside
PenguinMatch's mainframe.

That was fast.

Yeah,
there's always an escape hatch,

a virtual backdoor.

I just expected it
to be harder to find

since Wade Braden's supposed
to be such a genius.

Yeah, well, you went to MIT
on a full scholarship,

so I would say you're even.

Touche.

Found her.

Sabrina Butler, right?
That's your friend.

Yeah, yeah.

Can you track her messages?

Yep.

She mostly corresponded
with Sullivan42.

That's Wade Braden.

Until 10:00 a.m.,
this morning.

That's right after
I talked to her.

That means the chime I heard
was Wade messaging her,

but he said he hadn't heard
from her in a week.

Can you check
Sullivan42's location history?

Sure.
Let me see...

Uh...
he's currently...

right here.

At the police station.

So is that Sabrina?

No, that...

is also Sullivan42.

That's at the state park.

I mean, how can he be
in two places at once?

Yeah, good question.

Uh, let me see if I can
get into the metadata.

Am I supposed
to understand that?

If you did, you
wouldn't need me.

Wait.

This is weird.

What is it?

I don't think Wade was the one
who was messaging your friend.

But you said the messages
came from Sullivan42.

Yeah, it came from someone
wanting it to look like that.

So... so, what
are you saying?

That somebody hacked
Wade's account?

Not quite.

More like Sullivan42
has got a ghost.

A ghost?

Yeah, a double.
A mirror account.

Somebody else was piggybacking
on his account,

pretending to be him,

periodically blocking
his real account

from seeing any messages.

So that means
Wade was telling the truth,

that he didn't message Sabrina
this morning.

His ghost did.

Yeah.

And Sabrina thought

she was finally getting
that third date.

Can you find Sabrina?

Uh...

I can't connect to her account.

Her phone must be off.

Last time she logged
in to PenguinMatch

was 10:00 a.m...
here.

That means she's with the killer
right now.

Detective Morgan.

Danny, Sabrina's
at the state park.

How do you know that?

Never mind that.

Did Wade tell you anything else?

Uh, just that
they were supposed to go hiking

on their third date,

but Sabrina
stopped messaging him...

but Hailey,
there's no sign of Sabrina

anywhere near Copper Rose Trail.

It's because she's not there.

Meet me at Diamond Horn Trail.

Drop it.

Hailey!

- You okay?
- I'm all right.

Stop talking!

Stop.

I've let you talk me around
in circles.

I should have just killed you.

But you didn't,

because you don't want
to kill me, Jessica.

You don't know me.

Jessica...

You wanted to find
your friend so badly.

Well, you found her,

and now I have to kill you too.

You know,
it's a lot of pressure...

helping to run
a successful company,

especially when you're
in love with your partner.

What are you talking about?

The way you talk about him.

The good days
when it was just you and him

in his mother's basement.

The ramen noodles,
the dreams of the future.

You were dreaming
about a future with Wade.

He'll never see me that way.

Look at the women he dates.

Beautiful, athletic, perfect.

I can't compete with that.

Wade used to be different.

Then he got famous.

He started working out
all the time.

Parasailing, kayaking.

That's why you created
the ghost account...

so you could see
who he was dating,

where he was going.

What happened with Tara?

She thought she was coming here
to meet Wade.

Oh, I told her

Wade was waiting at the top
for her

with a special surprise.

She never suspected a thing.

I just put the knife in
and pushed her off the edge.

It was so easy.

But Wade must have been so hurt

when Tara stopped messaging him.

He turned to you, didn't he?

It was just me and Wade...

just like before.

And then he met Anna...

and Miranda...

only things didn't go well
with Miranda, did they?

She fought back.

She tried to run away from you.

Why doesn't he understand

that all of these women
are liars?

I am the only one
that's there for him.

Jessica...

The police have Wade in custody.

What?

No.

He didn't do anything.

All the evidence points to him.

The app, the women he dated.

You were pretending to be him.

Did you want him to suffer?

No. No. No!

Listen to me.
You can save him!

No!
You're ruining everything!

Just think of Wade.

Let me think.
I need to think.

Listen to me.
Turn yourself in.

We're supposed to be together.

Do you understand?

I understand.
I understand.

We're supposed to be together...

Just tell Wade I'm sorry.

You can tell him yourself.

Are you sure you don't want
to take the day off?

I'm sure.

The last thing I need
is to be at home alone,

thinking about what happened.

I knew something was off

when Jessica showed up
instead of Wade...

but I followed her anyway.

Then
when she pulled the gun on me...

Hailey, I've never been
so scared in my life.

But you kept her talking.

Oh, for as long as I could.

She wasn't going to play along
for much longer.

If you hadn't shown up
when you did, Hailey...

Thank you.

It's just what friends do
for each other.

So, what now?

Are you going
to keep seeing Wade?

After everything that happened,

he thought I was going
to end things.

But you didn't?

I really like him, Hailey,

and if anything,

all this has brought us
closer together.

I think there might be
a future for us.

I'm so happy for you.

Me too.

I know she would appreciate
you being here today.

Thanks so much for coming.

It was a lovely memorial, Mom.
You did a great job.

Ah, well, that's what
we Deans do.

Thank you.

Oh.

Oh, Georgina, please.
You do not have to do this.

Oh, please let me help.

I don't know how else
to thank you both

for everything
you've done for me.

Especially you, Hailey.

Did Georgina tell you

that she's going
to run that mud run

in Miranda's name?

Well, I might just walk it,

but I feel like I need

to live my life
a little louder...

for Miranda.

Jessica just gave us
a full confession,

including
where to find Anna Harris.

Forensics is on the way
right now.

The murder weapon?

They found it
in Jessica's house.

The lab is matching it
to Tara and Miranda's wounds.

I have a feeling it'll
match with Anna's too.

I think the pin board
needs an update.

That honor is all yours.

Anna Harris.

Tara Wistin.

Miranda Radley.

Hey, thanks for all your help,

and next time,

just wait
before you play the hero,

please.

You think
there's going to be a next time?

I know better
than to think there won't be.

We should get going.

We don't want to miss
our reservation...

again.

Bye, Danny.

See ya.

Oh, I need to make
a quick stop before we go.

It'll just take a minute.
I promise.

Being with you is always
an adventure, Hailey Dean.