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[door closes]

[house door slams]

[whispers]
There's someone down there.

[whispers]
I know.

Is that a hairdryer?

It's all I had.

Stay behind me.

♪ ♪

[glass shattering]

[screaming]

Mom!
- Mom!

Help me up, please.

What, what the heck are you
doing coming through the window?

You scared us.

I forgot my house keys
at the salon

and I didn't want to wake
you guys up.

Oh yeah, that worked out well.
It's 2:30 in the morning.

What are you doing?

Well, I was on a date and had
the most fabulous time.

We danced and we laughed
and we drank and then...

he dropped me off.

It's like I'm living
with two teenagers.

Was he cute?

[whispers]
Very.

♪ ♪

Hey. Good morning.

Hi.

Wow.

You are a bottomless pit.

She eats when she's stressed.

Why are you stressing?

I got my next tuition payment.
It's due.

I've already told you,
the offer still stands, honey.

I appreciate that but I won't
take your money.

I want to do this on my own.
It's my choice.

Well, that's why you're working
at the salon.

You know if you want extra cash

you can help Beth
with pedicures.

I've seen some of those
women's feet.

I'd rather drop out.

[chuckles]

How was last night?

Well, unlike you I was home
at a reasonable hour.

Oh boy. What happened
this time?

He talked with his mouth
full of food.

I spent the whole night
just ducking chunks of trout.

[laughs]

No, it's not funny.
I'm just through dating.

I'm just not ready.

Please don't set me up anymore,
okay?

Please. I mean it.

Okay, sweetie.

You know what?
We gotta go.

Wait, no, no, no. Un-huh.
- What?

Ali, I made all this food.
You weren't ready.

I know, thank you.

But the salon's going
to be a madhouse.

We have to go to work.

Ali!

[Ali mumbling]
...so good!

She's not going to eat it.

Eric: When they work, right?

[Rachel laughs]
Yeah.

What advice would you
give a first-time contestant?

Oh, well I would say that when
you're taking your victory lap,

try not to fall on your booty.

[laughs]

Really Rachel?
- It was funny.

You bring that up every year.
- It's funny.

And Beth?
- What's funny?

You were in diapers when
that happened.

I've seen it on YouTube
a bunch of times.

'Cause it was a thing of beauty.

It was sabotage.
Heels don't break in half.

Somebody cut them off.

You want advice on the pageant,
trust no one.

Ooh.
- Especially you.

[laughs]

Morning.

Good morning Detective Crawford.

Fred Wright, police chief.
Take a load off.

Okay.

Yeah. You've come at
a good time, new guy.

We're just in the middle
of a real humdinger.

Larceny.

Let's see what we got.

Stolen scooter?
That's your big case?

It's not just any scooter.
It's Mabel Boyer's scooter.

She's a real spitfire.

I'm sure she is.
But I'm used to working...

You have nice hair.

Thanks.

Thank you so much.

What's Mitzi really like?
Is it true she has favorites?

Well, all I can say is that
she's always been good to me.

If she hadn't told everyone
in town

that I was the best hairdresser
I'd be out of business.

It's not like she needs
a freebie, though.

She practically owns
the whole town.

And she runs the pageant
like a drill sergeant.

Mmhmm.
- Right.

Mitzi told my sister she walks
the runway like a Sasquatch.

Okay, maybe she's a little
overcritical sometimes.

No, the woman is evil.
Like with horns and tail.

Oh, what a magnificent day.

Hello Mitzi.
- Good to see you, Carol.

There she is.

My very favorite
Miss Golden Peak.

How are you, darling?

Just trying to survive.

Oh, tell me about it.

I've got 1001 things to do in
preparation for the pageant

and there are never
enough hours in the day.

Well, you're going to get it
all done.

You always do.

And somehow every year
is better than the last.

So, the usual?

Ali. Your 3:00 is here.

Hey, Sterling.

I, I'm running a little
bit behind.

You don't mind waiting a bit?

Well, don't make him wait
too long.

I mean, a handsome man
like this?

You don't want him to spoil.

Okay. I got it from here Mom.
Thanks.

This is for you.

Oh!

Or the salon. It's from
my greenhouse.

Your flowers are always amazing.
Thank you.

I make my own compost.
That's the secret.

[clears throat pointedly]

Hello Sterling.

Mitzi.

Have you given any more thought
to my oak tree issue?

Because if it really is against
every moral fiber in your body,

I respect that.

But then I am going to have
to have Wally Simons

take over my landscaping.

He's not attached
to every single tree.

I'd like to discuss this with
you in a more private setting.

Of course, dear.

Let's.

[phone rings]

[groans]

Excuse... Can you
Pardon me?

It's Darren. I have
to take this.

Well, you're in luck.

So, what is going on?
You are out of sorts today.

How could you tell?

Well, every time you're stressed
out you lean left on my chair.

Oh. Uh, just business stuff.

Don't want to bother you
with it.

Can I ask you a direct question?

Sure.

How come you won't ever
go out with me?

I mean, do I smell bad?

I do handle fertilizer daily.

No. It's, it's nothing
personal.

No, you're, you're handsome,
you're sweet, you're kind.

Wow, this Sterling fella
sounds pretty perfect.

[laughs]

But come on.
One drink.

Well, is it a date?

Definitely not. A date would
involve eating food.

All right.
Well just one drink.

[doorbell jingles]

[claps loudly]

[gasps]

Hey everybody. I have
some big news.

Okay, listen up.
Stop what you're doing.

People, you're looking at
the brand new weather man of

"Hello Boise."

[cheering]

Wow!

Congrats! That's incredible.

And who knows where
it's going to go from there?

New York, Los Angeles, Chitown?

And we will say
we knew you when.

And it's time for your
appointment, superstar.

Okay.

Come on down.

[clears throat]

All right, Sterling.
You are all done.

Great. I'll call you.

Okay.

Olivia: You are unbelievable! Do
you think I know what you did.

Sara: I'm sure I don't
know what...

Okay, you have to go
break that up.

What?
- Please go break that up.

No wonder Mitzi despises you.
- Are you kidding me?

All right. Neutral corners,
ladies.

I caught her spying in my car
window at the dress

my Connor is going to wear
for the pageant.

Oh, I was just making sure you
hadn't stolen Liza's dress

the way you stole mine
20 years ago!

I did no such thing!

Ugh!

But while we're on the subject
of stealing,

you stole my dance routine.

What?

I lost the crown because of you.

Oh no, honey! You lost the crown
because of you!

[whistles]

This is unacceptable behavior
from any of my girls,

past or present.

Need I remind you of the Miss
Golden Peak mantra?

All: Grace, dignity
and strength.

Sorry Mitzi.

Everyone knows that Liza is
the favorite to win this year.

You told me that yourself.

And I am not going to let her

do to my daughter
what she did to me.

Take that back!

No!

My Connor is the favorite.
Mitzi told me so.

Didn't you, Mitzi?

I think both girls are capable
of winning.

Chelsea Bowden, is that you?

Oh, my goodness you used to be
a little street urchin

and look at you now.

Please tell me that
you're entering the pageant.

Me?

All: Her?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Not me.

Oh honey, you are so pretty.
In an unconventional way.

I, actually, think that there
might be a third horse

in this race.

Oh, I am just bored with this.
Let's do something drastic.

Something exciting.

All right. Let's play.

Mm.

You have to do it.
- Come on.

You have the GPA.

I'm not the pageant type.

It's just a bit too antiquated
for me.

The parading women around
like show ponies. It's just...

Oh, no disrespect, Ali.

No, no, no.

But it does open doors for
women to a lot of opportunities.

Think of all the charities
I've been able to help

because I was Miss Golden Peak.

And you're going
to look fabulous

because I'm doing your makeup.

Right? And I'll be doing
your hair.

And I've got your nails covered.

See?

And the $25,000 grand prize
could help pay for school.

Come on...

[chanting]
Chelsea! Chelsea! Chelsea!

All: Chelsea! Chelsea!
Chelsea! Chelsea!

I'll do it.

[cheering]

That's my girl.
How about a toast, huh?

Yes!
- To the next Miss Golden Peak.

To Miss Golden Peak.
- Yes.

Hello ladies and Eric.
- Hello Fred.

I'd like to introduce you
to Kyle Crawford.

He's our new detective.

Just arrived from Columbus,
Ohio.

And as I ease into retirement

you're going to see a lot more
of him around town.

Thanks for the warm welcome,
Fred.

I want you to know that
I intend to not only

protect this great community
but become a part of it.

All hands on deck.
That's my philosophy.

Okay, okay, that'll do, thanks.

Actually, while I have
you here Ali,

can I borrow you for a sec?

I have some questions
relating to

some sideburn issues
that I have.

Sure.

Fred. We know this
little routine.

Do not get involved, okay?

Remind me again why we're using
a hairstylist to solve crime?

Well, the whole town passes
through Ali's salon

at one time or another and she
keeps her ear to the ground.

Our usual please.

I'll have a harpoon.

So, let me guess.

This is about Mabel Boyer's
stolen scooter?

It is.
- Thank you.

Cheers.

So, Fred tells me you're quite
the amateur detective.

[laughs]

Well, I guess I'm good at
reading people.

Oh yeah? What are you reading
about me right now?

I'd guess from the fancy shoes
that you're getting by

with more than what Fred
is paying you.

Sorry Fred.

No hint of Midwest accent, so
you're originally not from Ohio.

Your Georgetown tie tells me
that your family's

from the east coast.

That's pretty good.
I'm from-

Massachusetts.

Not a lot of people
know about Harpoon beer

unless you're from
Massachusetts.

Arnold who owns the place
is from Worcester

but I'll bet you grew up
near the water

because of your
sailing background.

How'd you know I like to sail?

You said "all hands on deck"
earlier.

It's an old sailor saying.
- Right.

You're also unmarried,
more than likely single.

Well, that's easy.
I'm not wearing a ring.

Oh, neither did my husband.
His joints would swell up.

It's the feather brow wax.
Excellent work by the way.

If there's one thing you learn
running a salon,

is that married men usually
don't wax their eyebrows.

But you know who does?

Single men.

[laughs]

How about that?
Feathered eyebrows.

[chuckles]

You heard anything about
Mabel's scooter?

Oh well, you have to ask

(a) who would want a Vespa
Festoon with gardenias,

(and b) who would risk
ticking off Mabel?

No one I can think of.

She's a holy terror,
especially on the road.

Exactly. I'd check in on Janine,
Mabel's daughter.

She's been saying her mom's
too old to be playing Easy Rider

on the streets of Golden Peak.

That would also explain
why the three locks

left on scene were opened,
not cut.

There you go.

Now, if you'll excuse me I do
have to get back to the table.

Nice hair.

Wow.

Like the tide.

Don't try to understand it,
just respect it.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

I cracked another case
for Fred yesterday.

Mabel Boyer's missing scooter.
Do you remember her?

Ah.

It's been two years and I know
that you said

that you would've wanted me
to find someone

if something happened, but...

[sighs]
You set a pretty high bar.

Anyway, I finally said yes
to Sterling for one drink.

We agreed it's not
a date though.

Oh, and you're never going
to believe this.

But Chelsea is entering
the Miss Golden Peak pageant.

[laughs]

Chelsea!

I knew you'd get a kick out
of that.

I love you and I miss you,
honey.

♪ ♪

Woah, what a mess.
You must be Mitzi Stewart.

And you are?

Kyle Crawford.
Golden Peak PD.

Wow. Um, where's Fred?

I think he said
he's at hot yoga.

What exactly happened here?

Well, I'm not a trained
professional like yourself.

But my best guess would be
a break-in.

Exactly how new are you?

Anything specific missing?

Well, it's impossible to tell.
I didn't want to touch anything.

Any idea who would've done this?

It's pageant season
and there's no telling

how far a parent might go
to get the upper hand.

Can I leave you to this?
I have a pageant to run.

[to himself]
Each girl is special.

Beauty is both unique
and fleeting.

Good morning ladies.
You need more blush.

And I absolutely adore
your hair.

Though that color
is so last year.

Where is...?

What? This is ridiculous.
It's unacceptable.

You've been here three hour

Stan!

You said that the room
would be ready this morning.

Okay, I can't have this kind
of racket going on

while we rehearse.

What can I tell you?
Your local crews are slow.

Or maybe it's your big time
talent that's waning.

I mean, it has been 12 years

since you directed
Salesman off Broadway.

It was on Broadway, princess.

I don't like excuses.

How could you?
Hannah James?

She's a brilliant caterer.

Yeah. For the prison
system maybe.

I've been your caterer
for 20 years

and not a single complaint.

Why am I sharing this job
with her now?

Competition brings out
the best in people, Arnold.

Or haven't you noticed?

Mitzi, I can't afford
to split this job.

It gets me through the year.

I don't like oats
in my hushpuppies.

Quinoa is a grain.
I was trying to be healthy.

Chelsea Bowden.

I have seen mules
walk with more grace.

Eric, could you excuse me?

I need to speak to Liza
for a minute.

Oh, yeah.

Today. Thank you.

Hi Mrs. Stewart.
I'm so excited.

Well, I'm very sorry, because
you're not going to be able

to participate in the pageant.

What?

Well, it's come to my attention
that you're holding

a GPA of 3.4999 and you know
you must have a 3.5 or higher

in order to compete.

I'm very sorry.

But you can try again next year.

Oh honey, I'm sorry.

That took so long.
What's the matter?

[tearfully]
Mitzi disqualified me.

Someone told her about my GPA.

[sobbing]

Oh, honey.

Okay, listen up everyone.

We are starting with the
walkthrough in 60 seconds.

So let's get to our marks.
Let's go.

[sobs]

Where's my host?!
Darren?

I'm here.

All right. Let's get ready.
Five, four, three, two, one.

Hello and welcome to the Miss
Golden Peak Pageant.

Cut!

What? What is it?

You girls, you're supposed to
walk to the front of the stage.

Uh no, they're supposed
to line up behind me

so that when I walk by
I can introduce them.

I'm the director.

That's how we've been doing it
for the last 15 years.

Mitzi! Someone find me Mitzi!

I do not take orders from
a low-rent Ryan Seacrest.

Wha?

[screaming]

Is she...

She's dead.

♪ ♪

[police radio chatter]

No sign of forced entry.

She never saw it coming.

The scissors say Rachel.
You know anybody by that name?

That's one of Ali's gals.

Let's get all the security
cam footage

from the club for the last week.

Two murders in the last
two years.

You talking about Dan Reed?

What do you know about that?

I know he was one of
your detectives.

The best.

Sorry, Fred.

Hey, she's wearing
a vitality ring.

What's that?

For monitoring sleep patterns.

It also tracks heart rate
variability,

respiratory rate
and body temperature.

You think that thing could
establish a time of death?

It's possible.
I'll check into it.

Can you think of anyone who had
a reason to kill Mitzi Stewart?

I can think of one or two.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

You were having an argument
involving Mitzi

right around the time
she was discovered.

So what? Is arguing
a crime now?

Mitzi and I had
creative differences.

Had you been in to see Mitzi
in her office

before the walkthrough started?

No. I ran to my car quickly.

I left my throat spray
on the front seat of my car

and I knew I needed it.

If I was you I'd keep my eye
on Darren.

Darren was driving Mitzi crazy
for the past week.

They were having some issues.

Darren and Mitzi
were best friends.

Everyone knows that.

Mitzi was my closest friend.
She meant everything to me.

That's not what she told me.

[whispering]

Can I speak to Rachel?

Oh. Oh, that's me.

Can you take me to your station?

Yeah, okay. Sure.

Right here. Excuse me.
Thank you.

How many pairs of shears
do you own?

Oh lots.

[laughs weakly] But I only
bring two pairs along

when we work outside
of the salon.

Can you show me?

Yeah, sure.

Okay.

There's only one pair here.

Do you share them with anyone?

Are you kidding? People use
my shears, they die.

Okay, not good wording.

Um, people know not to mess
with my stuff.

I even have my name engraved
on every single pair

so there's no confusion.

One of the mothers said that
you don't like Mitzi very much.

Called her evil the other day
at the salon.

Oh. What's going on?
Am I a suspect?

Don't go anywhere.

I may have a few more questions
for you.

Yeah okay.

[sighs]

You listen to everyone here,

you'd think Mitzi was
a regular Mother Teresa.

Yeah, well, people get nervous
around a dead body.

How you doing?

This must be dredging up
old feelings for you.

It must be hard.

Well, for either of us.

Yeah.

But I'm okay.
Thank you, Fred.

You see anything suspicious?

Fred, can I speak to you?

Shouldn't we be treating
everyone like a suspect?

Well, Ali's family.

I'm just, I'm worried about
information leaking out.

You don't need to worry
about her.

Fred: Ali knows the importance
of discretion.

Still can't believe it.

And they haven't cancelled
the pageant?

Not yet.

They cancelled all of
today's activities

until they figure out
what to do.

I must have seen her just
10 minutes before she died.

It's scary.

There's a murderer running
around our town.

Yeah. It's probably somebody
we all know.

This must be really hard
on you, Hannah.

Didn't she just hire you?

She did. I was beyond excited
for the opportunity.

It would've given my business
a lot of exposure.

Arnold Jackson was beyond livid.

Yeah. I've been hearing that
he's got money issues now.

I've known him a few years now

and he's always been
really kind,

even at cooking competitions.
But he was raging.

I overheard him going on
about "that tyrant Mitzi"

and something about her needing
a lesson in humility.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Dan?

I'm back here.

Dan? Dan!

Oh Dan, Dan, Dan.
Oh Dan, talk to me.

Who did this to you?
Talk to me!

[gunshot]

[gasps]

Good evening, Mrs. Bowden.
- Hello Sterling.

Sterling: These are for you.

Ali: Would you put these
in water for me.

Come home whenever.

[laughs]

Well, thanks for bringing
her flowers.

Oh yeah, no problem.
Yeah. Here.

Oh um...

Oh, sorry. Um, thought
I put that in the back.

I'll grab it.

Sterling's Weed Remedy?

Yeah. It's my weed killer.

I blend it myself
without using toxic chemicals.

You know, things you can find
in your kitchen.

Um, white vinegar, lemon juice,
salt, dishwashing soap.

Works like a charm.

I don't use anything
that isn't organic.

Well, that's very
environmentally friendly of you.

Well, ah...

♪ ♪

You ask a lot of questions.

Well, I guess, I'm just um,
a naturally curious person.

Well, I wouldn't say I'm
militant about my activism.

But I did live in the top of
a tree for two weeks

when they were trying to cut
down an oak grove at my college.

Two weeks in a tree?

I guess that story does
make me sound a tad militant.

No, just passionate about oaks.

Hi Ali.

Hey, how you holding up?

Honestly, I'm not doing
too well.

Even my new job in Boise
is bittersweet.

At least I managed to convince
the committee

to allow the pageant to continue
with added security.

It was everything to Mitzi.

She'd have wanted the show
to go on.

Sorry to bother you.
I need a drink.

Have a nice night.

You too.

Poor guy.

Even though I had my differences
with Mitzi, it is sad.

And talk about ironic.

Miss Pageant Queen herself dying
at the end of stylist shears?

Where did you hear
they were shears?

I didn't think they released
that information.

Oh, probably heard it
around town.

[phone rings]

Oh, um. I'm so sorry.

Hey Fred.

Actually, it's Detective
Crawford.

Oh.

I think you should come down
to the station.

Your sister's already here

and I've been trying to get
ahold of your mother.

♪ ♪

What's going on?

I'm getting frantic texts
from my mom saying

that Chelsea's going to be here
for hours?

Why do you need to see her?

Didn't you already get
a statement?

We did and a little more,
actually.

Ken ran the prints
on the murder weapon.

They match your sister's.

What, you're not
insinuating Chelsea

has anything to do with this?

Her prints are probably on every
pair of scissors in the salon.

She's in charge
of cleaning them.

We're just following procedure.

If we didn't interview someone

with a possible motive
then we would...

Motive?

Some of the girls saw
Mitzi embarrass Chelsea.

Said she was pretty upset.

And you call that a motive?

Where did you get your badge,
out of a happy meal?

Ali, you gotta know

I don't believe Chelsea's
involved in any of this.

But Kyle is right
about the procedure.

There is a real murderer
out there

and you guys are wasting
your time.

We simply just want to ask you
a few questions

about Chelsea's state of mind

while Ken gets
a few DNA samples.

DNA?

Mitzi's body probably has
the whole pageant's DNA on it.

It's called secondary transfer.

Right. But in the detective's
defense,

he's only trying
to follow procedure.

Procedure. Got it.

But you do know
it's personal now.

Mom.

Sweetheart.

Hi.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm, I'm fine
but I'm hungry.

Fred? You should be ashamed
of yourself.

I really don't think I can
forgive you for this. Come on.

Carol, hold on a second.
- I'll see you later

[speaking Spanish]

Come on, let's get out of here,
honey.

Ali, I'm sure you already
know this,

but your sister needs
to stay close

until the investigation
is complete.

Fred. You should take the shovel
out of this guy's hands

because he is digging himself
an awfully deep hole.

Did I just stick my nose
in a beehive?

More like murder hornets.

It's only been a few hours
and everyone's staring at me

like I'm a murderer.

It seems the other contestants
are all over social media.

You know what, honey?
Ignore them.

I didn't kill Mitzi.

No, we know you didn't.
That's not the question.

But your fingerprints
are on the murder weapon.

I never touched those shears

after I cleaned and packed them
for Rachel to take to the club.

Just like I did all the others.

Look, I'm going to get this
all straightened out.

But if you want to pull out of
the pageant, it's okay.

Honey? Do you?

I can't.

It'll just give the girls
something more to talk about.

And I'm not a quitter.

You sure?

Just be careful then, okay.

I will.

I'm going to go use
the restroom.

Meet you in the car?

Sure.

Sara: Things happen
for a reason.

And the reason Liza and that
awful Mitzi are out of the way

is so you can win.

[door opens]

Ali. Hi.

Hi Sara. Hi Connor.

So terrible what happened
to Mitzi, isn't it?

Horrible. She was such
a sweet woman.

It was good seeing you.

I can't tell you enough.

Mitzi and I had a strong
working relationship.

She was good to me.

Hey guys.

Oh! Oh!
- Agh, ow.

I, I am, I am so sorry.

Why don't I believe you?

Don't tell me you have

more than one suspect
for a murder investigation?

I'm not a suspect.
Am I?

I'm just doing my job.
Following up on all leads.

Hmm.

[phone rings]

Enjoy the rest of your day.
- Enjoy the rest of your coffee.

[phone continues to ring]

Ken, what do you got for me?

Ken: The results came back
from the vitality ring.

And?

Her heart rate stopped
at 4:33 PM.

You got your time of death.

Nice.

Hey.

How you doing?
You okay?

Leave it to Mitzi Stewart
to be a thorn in my side

even after she's dead.

I thought you and Mitzi
got along.

Look, I catered the pageant
ever since Mitzi took over.

And the first few years
they were great.

Then she started
nickel-and-diming me,

knowing full well
that I needed the work.

Then why would Mitzi
bring Hannah James in?

For her own amusement.

I swear to god that woman
got a kick

out of pitting people against
one another

and constantly threatening
to replace me

if I didn't take a pay cut.

Business just isn't
what it used to be.

And I needed pageant weekend

to get me through
the year financially.

Without it there's
no more Jackson.

♪ ♪

That new detective came
to my house last night

to question me again.

He's a Pit Bull with gorgeous
hair and beautiful blue eyes.

I hope they find the person
who did it soon.

I don't want to be studying

for my college finals in
a prison cell next year.

I just want you to know

that I'll come visit you
every weekend.

Really?

Every other weekend.
I like to sleep in on Sundays.

Stop it. Nobody's going to visit
anybody in prison.

Okay.

Fred will figure this out.
Now get back to work.

Okay.

Oh, speaking of the devil.

Good afternoon, Carol.

Do not get Ali involved.

I don't want her doing
your work for you anymore.

Yes, ma'am.

I know you all aren't
too happy with me.

I don't want to lose an earlobe.

You're safe.

It's your new detective
I have an issue with.

So, you heard anything
I'd be interested in?

Well, I think Arnold Jackson
has a pretty good motive.

Financial ruin.

I'd say that's as good
a reason as any.

I also overheard
an odd conversation

between Sara Hendricks
and her daughter, Connor.

Might want to revisit them.

I'll do that.

Anyone else you're looking at?

I think it's best you let
Kyle and me handle this.

Besides your mom would
have my hide

if she knew I discussed
the case with you.

I wonder if the town would be
interested to know

that I was the one responsible for
cracking the stolen car ring.

Are you blackmailing me?

Or the time that I cracked
the Sunday brunch burglar.

You know, when
the town finds out

they might elect me
police chief.

Oh, okay, okay.
All right.

So, there's Stan Evans,
the director of the pageant.

And Olivia and Lisa Stevens,

neither are very pleased
to be disqualified.

Any clues I should be aware of?

There's a small blemish
on Mitzi's dress

as well as a single white hair
that Ken is evaluating.

We also found two pay stubs
in Mitzi's purse

made out to an Andrew Rockwell
and a Sharon Helton.

Both for $1,500.

Either name ring a bell?

No, not off the top of my head.

What about the camera footage
from the club?

That'll come in later today.

We also established the time of
death at approximately 4:33 PM.

I probably said too much.

Fred, all I ask is that you
let me see the security footage.

Now that there's a time of death
it could clear Chelsea.

I'll handle it. You have
to stay on the sidelines.

And if you're out there snooping
around I can't know about it.

You got it.

Girls, I know you're
all hurting.

But we're going to make this
year's pageant the best ever,

because we're doing it
for Mitzi.

Places everyone.

I know what you've been up to.

What are... what are you
talking about?

You're seeing someone else.

I haven't seen you for a haircut
in over a month.

I meant to, but with
this pageant

I haven't had a moment
to myself.

And with Mitzi's death,

I'll be happy when it's over
and I can go home.

Hello Miss Reed.

Glad to see that Chelsea's still
participating in the pageant.

Yes, well she's never been
a quitter.

Runs in the family.

I can see that.
Would you excuse us?

I need to speak to Stan.

Sure.

It's all going to turn out okay.

And you just call me when
you want that haircut, okay?

Okay.

He's all yours.

What's this about?

I already told Fred everything
I know.

I just have one question.

As long as you answer
it honestly,

you can get back to work.

I have nothing to hide.

Where were you at the time
of Mitzi's murder? 4:33 PM.

I was outside taking my rabbit
for a walk.

He was with me that day
because I had to pick him up

at the vet's office
before I came here.

You were walking a rabbit?

I'm telling you the truth.

Look, if you don't believe me

then all you have to do is go
speak to Doctor Stevens.

She's the vet.

Now no, hey, no.

Girls! Girls!
Wait, wait, wait!

You're supposed to exit
stage left!

Your other left!

Excuse me. I have a show
to direct.

I just want to express
my gratitude

for all of the hard work you're
doing to find Mitzi's killer.

I'd like to offer my services
in any way that I can.

Thank you, Darren.
- Mm.

Oh, one thing Darren.

Where were you at the time
of the murder?

Me?
- Yeah.

I told Fred already.

I had to get to my car
to get my throat spray.

I'm sorry, I gotta put out
a trash fire.

Stan!

[Stan arguing in the distance]

[knocking]

Ali. What are you doing here?

I brought you some barbecue.

Oh, you didn't have to,
but glad you did.

I also brought you this.

I got it off Stan Evans' shirt
earlier today.

Ali, I asked you to stay
out of this.

Good work. I'll get
that to Ken.

So, what's keeping you here
so late?

The security footage came in
20 minutes ago.

And I wanted to get a look at it
before I went home.

But I could use a break.

[chuckles]
Oh, oh, oh!

Mmm.

I'm gonna get a drink.
You want one?

Oh no, thank you. I'm fine.
- Okay.

♪ ♪

Maybe I'll have some sweet tea.

Fred: All right.

Okay.

There you are.
- Hey.

Here you go.
- Thank you.

So, where were we?

Okay, look. There's Arnold
Jackson and Hannah James.

And there's that angry director
Stan and Darren.

Mm. Oh, here comes Mitzi.

It's so macabre watching her
like this and she has no idea

that in a few minutes her life
is going to be over.

Oh, there's Olivia
and Liza Stevens.

Okay. Well, all our suspects
are accounted for.

Let's see where they are
exactly 4:33.

Whoever's present we just
cross off our list.

Ha! There's my sister.
You are no longer a suspect.

Oh, yes.

Good honey.

Arnold Jackson and Rachel
right by the exit.

I don't see Sara Hendricks
or Olivia Stevens.

No sign of Stan either.

Darren's missing too.

Woah, woah, hold your horses.

Isn't that...
- Sterling.

♪ ♪

Hey. Sorry, I'm late.

I had last minute mulching
to do.

Oh.

I was so happy you called.

Oh. We never finished
our drink.

Got you a beer.
- Oh.

So, how's everything going?

Just trying to process
Mitzi's murder.

Seems that everybody that was at
the club that day is a suspect.

Even me if you can believe it.

Yeah, the whole situation
is scary.

How could something like this
happen in our little town?

It's happened before.

Right. Sorry about that.

No, it's okay.

Well, I'm glad I wasn't there.
At the club, I mean.

You want a beer?
I need another one.

Sterling, are you aware

that there are security cameras
at the club?

I, um... No, I, I didn't know.

I saw you on the footage.
You were there.

How did you see the tape?

That's not important.

What's important is that
you're honest with me.

Um, that's right.
Yes, I was there for a minute.

But only briefly.

And what were you doing there?

I stopped by to see if I could
persuade Mitzi

not to cut the oak down,
and to save my job.

Okay. And how'd that go?

I couldn't find her so I left.

Like I said it was all
very quick.

Anyone else besides you
see the security tape?

Well, I'm sure Fred has a copy.

Right.

It's loud in here, isn't it?

You want to go somewhere
more quiet?

[nervously]
I like it here.

We can go to a table in
the corner if you like.

Hi Sterling, Ali.
Mind if I join you two?

Actually, we were just...
- It'll only take a second.

You know, I should be going.

Sorry, Sterling.

Uh...

So...

Could you tell me
what you were doing

at the Stewart Country Club
the day of the murder?

I...

I want to talk to a lawyer.

♪ ♪

[doorbell jingles]

Oh, Beth.

Thank you so much for offering
to do this free pedicure for me.

I could totally use
the pampering.

Free? I'm not sure...

Yeah no, Beth, remember
when you told me you

want to do something
really nice for Olivia

after what happened with Liza?

So sweet.

Will you excuse me
for just one second?

I just, I wanted to say how
sorry I am for you and Liza.

It's a shame what happened.

Thank you. And Liza
is devastated.

We put three years of
preparation into this pageant.

It's, it's heartbreaking.

Hmm.

We've moved on, so.

Well here, take a seat.

Thank you.

I just can't imagine
how you must have felt

when Mitzi told you
that Liza couldn't compete.

You must have been furious
with Mitzi.

Oh, well, Mitzi was who she was.

To be honest, I have
a bigger problem

with the person who
tipped Mitzi off.

Did she tell you who it was?

She didn't need to.
It was Sara Hendricks.

She knew that my Liza was a
favorite to win this pageant.

So she had to get her out
of the race.

Oh.

Anyway, I'm so excited
about my pedicure. Thank you.

Of course. Enjoy.
- Mmhmm.

♪ ♪

Hey you.
So, how's Connor doing?

Amazing. She's a star
that girl.

Hmm.

She was born for this.

Oh, she really does look
so confident.

I was the opposite.

I said some of the dumbest
things in my interviews.

I remember Mitzi telling me

I was prettier
with my mouth shut.

She almost made me cry.

Mitzi really had a way
with words.

Oh, you seemed to get
along with her.

Everyone knew that
if Mitzi liked you

you had a better chance
of winning.

So, I faked it.

I sort of hated that woman.

Oh, I didn't know that.

She knew that Olivia and I
disliked one another

way back when we were
in pageants.

And she did her best to stoke
that dislike even more.

And now she was using
our daughters

to keep the feud going.

Hmm.

It was sick.

But you were the one
who told Mitzi

that Liza didn't have
a 3.5 GPA.

Of course it was me.

All is fair in love, war,
and pageants.

Well, as a friend I'd keep
that to myself.

The police might think you had
reason to kill Mitzi.

[scoffs]

I couldn't care less.

I was nowhere near that office
when she was killed.

Oh, that's good.
So where were you?

In the kitchen getting
some water.

Oh.

Well, good luck.

Thank you. But luck
is for losers.

[laughs uncomfortably]

Oh. Come to put the shackles
on my sister?

Hello Ali.
How's Chelsea?

Oh, she's holding her own.

You know, I was just following
the rules.

Well, of course. No, it's
the right thing to do.

I'm not a bad guy, contrary
to what you might think.

To be honest, I don't give you
much thought.

Really.
- Hmm.

Well, if we're being honest

I don't give you much
thought either.

Oh, great.

Great.
- Great.

Have a nice day.
- Nice day, I know.

Stan: Let's go, next group.
Let's move, let's go.

Tick tock, tick tock.
Time is of the essence.

There we go, there we go.

Hey Stan.

Come on, really?

You're going to interrupt me
in the middle of my...

If you'd rather answer
my questions at the station

I'd be happy to give you a lift.

What do you want?

Do the names Sharon Helton
and Andrew Rockwell

mean anything to you?

They were on a couple pay stubs
at the crime scene.

I don't recognize those names

but Darren would probably
know more.

He's on the pageant committee.
I'm just a hired gun.

Now, can I get back to work?

One last thing.
Refresh me.

How would you describe
your relationship with Mitzi?

Strictly professional.

Time!

As you can see it's going
to be nothing but sunshine

in the heart of Idaho.

So, if you're planning on
going outside

don't forget your sunscreen
and your sunglasses.

And we're out.

Ali!

Hey Darren.

This is a nice surprise.
What are you doing here?

Well, I've never seen you
work before.

This is so interesting.

Ah, this is small potatoes.

You should come
and see me in Boise.

It's like walking
onto a movie set.

Oh, they are going
to love you out there.

Hey, I was wondering.

Do you know a Sharon Helton
or an Andrew Rockwell?

Yes, yes, I do.
They worked for the pageant.

Oh.

Not for too long, maybe
a few weeks at the most.

I didn't know them all too well.

Young kids, boyfriend and
girlfriend if I do recall.

Why do you ask?

Do you think they had something
to do with Mitzi's murder?

Well, two pay stubs
with their names on it

were found in Mitzi's purse.

I mean, could be
absolutely nothing

but I'd definitely like
to talk to them.

Do you know where
I can find them?

Honestly, I don't.

They uh, were just hired
to do some odds and ends

and one day they up and left.

Oh. Well okay.
Well, thanks Darren.

I look forward to seeing you
opening night.

Yeah, I'm pulling for Chelsea.

Ooh, I can't really say that,
can I?

Mmm...

[laughs]

Ok. Let's go.
Great work.

[phone rings]

Ali. What's happening?

So, Darren claims Sharon Helton
and Andrew Rockwell

worked for the pageant.

I'm going to go search
the social media platforms.

Okay. We also got
some interesting news

back in from Ken.

Oh. What did he say?

Fred: The stain
on Mitzi's dress.

It's a combination
of lemon juice,

salt, vinegar and soap.

I don't know what that's all
about but I'm working on it.

I think I know.
I'll talk to you soon.

This must be my lucky day.

I was just driving by
and thought I saw you.

It's me all right.

You haven't returned my calls.
Not that I can blame you.

Having that detective show up in
the middle of our date... drink,

kind of put a damper on things.

Yeah well it's, it's fine.
Everyone's being questioned.

I'd love to make it up to you
if I can.

I have a small cabin in the
woods half an hour from here.

It's got an amazing
wildflower garden.

I'd love to show it to you.

Well, it's all crazed
at the salon now

and with the whirlwind
around Mitzi,

it just, it's, it's all
a bit much.

You don't think I had
anything to do

with Mitzi's murder, do you?

Of course not, no.

But, listen... I,
I'm kind of late.

I'll see you soon.

You're a brave guy coming to
see me after what you've done.

How about we call a truce
with each other?

We both want to catch
Mitzi's killer, hmm?

Tell me what you know.

Please?

Well, you know, that stain
found on Mitzi's dress?

How do you know about that?

Do you want my help or not?

Yeah. Please go on.

Well, the ingredients match
a homemade weed killer

that Sterling Addison
makes himself.

That's a pretty big piece
of information.

He said that he was at the
country club but he never saw...

Mitzi that morning.
Yes, I know.

But this would suggest
that he's lying.

Okay. What else you got?

Sharon Helton, Andrew Rockwell.

A couple ghosts.

I ran their names through
a database,

checked social media, nothing.

Well, some people don't have
social media presence.

Like you for instance.

How do you know that?

Are you cyberstalking me,
Detective?

Just doing my job.
What else you got?

Well, I wouldn't fall asleep
on Sara Hendricks.

She's a true pageant mom,

and a pageant mom is capable
of anything.

Noted. What about Stan Evans?
What do you know about him?

A New Yorker.
Habitually grumpy and combative.

But that's not a motive
to kill anyone.

What if he was the jilted lover?

Stan and Mitzi?

We got Mitzi's emails and texts
back from Ken.

Turns out they were hot and
heavy till a couple weeks ago.

Mitzi ended it.
Stan got pretty heated.

Mitzi threatened to fire him
from the pageant.

Well, I never saw that coming.
Does he have an alibi?

He was walking his rabbit.

[laughs]
Okay.

According to Olivia Stevens
the vet,

he picked up the rabbit
from her office

the morning of the murder.

Well, if I hear of anything
else, I'll let you know.

You're all done.

Huh. Well, not bad.
What do I owe you?

Well, it's usually 30,
but for you, 50.

You barely cut it.
Why are you gouging me?

You just said my haircut
was "not bad."

I don't do "not bad."

50.

[laughs]

Thank you.
- Thank you.

Anytime.

♪ ♪

I'm not nervous at all.
I can do this.

I can totally do this.

This is yours to lose.
No mistakes.

Remember everything we've
learned in the last three years.

You're gonna do amazing.

It's showtime, ladies!

Let's go, let's do this!

Good evening and welcome
to the 32nd annual

Miss Golden Peak pageant.

[applause]

[Celtic dance music]
♪ ♪

[skillful piano playing]
♪ ♪

♪ ♪

"What thriftless sighs shall
poor Olivia breathe?

"Oh time, thou must untangle
this, not I.

"It is too hard a knot for me
to untie."

[pop music plays]
♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[applause]

Tell me, Connor.

If you were crowned
Miss Golden Peak,

what's one cause you'd like
to get behind?

We need to save our oceans
and our marine animals.

And that's why I started

the "No More Plastic Straws
in Golden Peak" initiative.

[applause]

Chelsea, why do you want to be
the next Miss Golden Peak?

To be honest, I didn't want to at first.

I was hesitant to enter.

But I have an incredible
role model at home.

My sister, Ali.
A former Miss Golden Peak.

Ali is successful.

She's independent,
and she's generous.

She cares for this community,
for all of you.

So, you ask why I want
to wear the crown?

Because I hope to be
all that my sister is.

Thank you.

Wow!

[applause]

♪ ♪

Running like a well-oiled machine.

I'm sorry Mitzi isn't here
to see it all.

Me too.

You know she never appreciated
anything I did for the pageant.

Never once gave me
an ounce of credit.

Well, I guess, that happens
sometimes in relationships.

One person takes the other
for granted.

I know about you and Mitzi,
and the police do also.

I'm sure you'll hear
from them shortly.

Why did you lie about it?

Mitzi wanted it that way.
She was very private.

We'd been together a year
and I wanted it to be normal.

Wanted it to be out in the open.

And when I voiced that,
she ended it.

I didn't kill Mitzi.
I loved her.

I'm sorry.

[bell dings]

I, I appreciate it.

Please, excuse me.

Okay, that's a five-minute
warning.

Let's move it.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Our fifth and final finalist

of this year's Miss Golden
Peak competition is...

Chelsea Bowden.

These five finalists will be
moving on tomorrow evening.

Congrats!

Thank you.

Hey! Hi!

[applause]

Shall we go to The Jackson?

I already made a reservation.

[cheering and applause]

Where are you?
- I forgot my purse.

Carol: We're waiting
for you to toast!

Of course.
I'm on my way.

I'll meet you there. Bye.

♪ ♪

[door closes]

♪ ♪

Hello?

[gunshots]

[screams]

[gunshots continue]

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

They were stuck behind a desk
drawer in Mitzi's office.

Good job.

Good job? She almost
got herself killed.

Mom, I'm okay. But I could use
some tea.

That sounds great.
Or not.

Frank, I don't want to go
to the morgue

to identify my daughter!

Now, I don't know what's going
on in this town of ours,

but you better figure it out!

Come on, Chelsea.
Help me.

You say you didn't get a
close look at the shooter?

No, no, it was too dark.

We found the empty
shell casings at the scene

and we're processing those now.

Kyle: Fred, we'll pick up
Sterling Addison.

Hey, I'm glad you're okay.

Maybe no more
dark buildings alone?

You have my word.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry, but we're just
totally booked today.

Tonight's the big night.
How are you feeling?

Unstoppable.

Connor has nailed every
competition so far.

Soon she will be wearing
the Miss Golden Peak crown.

Right Con?

Whatever you say, mum.

Well, it's good
to have confidence

but there are four
other girls left.

Yes, and one of them
is our very own.

Let's be real.

It's a miracle I made it
this far.

Connor, you're such
a natural on stage.

How do you make it seem so easy?

Con, don't answer her.

Nothing against you Chelsea
but you're the competition.

As long as the pageant is on,
Connor has no friends.

Well, that's a little harsh,
isn't it?

Do you know what second
place is?

The first loser.

Oh. That's one way
of looking at it.

You're all done.
Good luck tonight.

Thank you.
- Stand up straight.

Thank you.
- Thanks.

Wow.

Guys. I heard the police held
Sterling overnight for questioning.

What do we all think?
Did he do it?

No. No way that guy
killed Mitzi.

He's too nice or something.

Yeah. I agree with Rachel.

That guy just does not seem
like the killer type.

But Stan on the other hand,

that guy is nastier
than a rattlesnake.

It's true.

Hello everybody.

Hey.
- Oh hey.

I didn't know you were
in the books today.

Yeah, your mom snuck me in.

I just need a little
neck cleanup for tonight.

Oh, well come on over.
I got you covered.

I heard someone tried
to kill you.

I'm glad you're all right.

What's going on
in our little town?

Is everyone losing their minds?

You know, maybe
it's a good thing

that I'm leaving on Monday.

I don't even recognize
this place anymore.

Well, you're going to be
very missed.

The weather report won't be
the same without you.

Thank you. That really means
a lot to me.

All right.
You're all done.

Darren, how about you sign this
for our wall

so we can see your handsome face
every day.

I'd be honored.

Darren, can I speak with you?

Sure.

Hey, good luck tonight.

Thank you.
- Yeah.

Can I see that photo
for a minute?

Sure.
- Thank you.

♪ ♪

I'm aware he came up negative
on the gunpowder test

but I still think he's our guy.

I'm not so sure.

Well, he's got motive.

We can place him at the scene
of the crime.

His weed killer is on her dress

and that means there was some
kind of physical contact made.

And he lied to us.

True. But my gut still says no.

None of our other suspects
have a plausible alibi

for their whereabouts
at 4:33 PM.

But in my experience there's
three reasons people kill.

Money, power, and love.

Sterling's motive didn't have
any of those.

But you know whose did?

Stan Evans.
- Stan Evans.

[knocking]

Hey guys. We got the results
back from the lab

from the hair that was found
on Mitzi.

And the hair that Ali plucked
from Stan Evans.

We got a match.
- Oh.

Rabbit hair.

[chuckles]

Hey. What are you working on?

I'm trying to write the opening
speech for tonight.

I want to pay tribute to Mitzi.

Something special
that folks will remember.

I need to ask you something.

Now Ali, you of all people
should know

that I can't give you inside information
on which way the judges are leaning.

You'll just have to wait.

No, no, that's not my question.

Have you ever forged
Mitzi's signature before?

On say, a check?

What? No, of course not.

I want you to take a look
at the handwriting

on these check stubs
and tell me what you think.

Now the police can send this
to a handwriting expert

and get their opinion.

Fine.

I signed a few checks for her.

I'm on the pageant committee,
I pay the vendors.

But that doesn't make me
a killer.

Sharon Helton and Andrew
Rockwell aren't vendors.

They don't exist, do they?

Now my guess is that
you were skimming

from the pageant,
Mitzi found out.

It was you who broke into
the country club, wasn't it?

You were looking for the
pay stubs and these copies.

Please, Ali.
This could ruin me.

What's going on, Darren?

She threatened to tell
my new employers in Boise

that I stole from her.

I tried to pay her back
but she wouldn't have it.

I broke in because she changed
the locks.

Why would you steal
from your best friend?

She said she was going
to give me a raise.

Plus 10 percent ownership
of the pageant

for all of the hard work that
I've done in the last 15 years.

That is until I told her I was
trying for the gig in Boise.

As soon as she found out
she pulled the ownership offer.

And my raise.

I needed that money.

So, you decided to give yourself
a raise anyway.

Mitzi could be controlling.
I don't need to tell you that.

She wanted me to succeed

but never too much,
and never on my own.

She liked to help me,
but just enough

so that she could lord it
over me,

keep me under her thumb.

Boise was my way out.

She wanted to take that away.

But I didn't kill her.

Did you try and kill me?

Of course not.

Okay.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

Sterling.

You want to grill me too now?

I've just spent the last
24 hours in jail.

I just want to go home.

Look, I don't know what
you told them in there,

but now it's your chance
to come clean.

I told them everything I know.

You lied about not seeing
Mitzi the day of the murder.

Your homemade weed killer
was found on her dress.

I didn't kill her. I didn't
shoot at you either.

I was horrified when I heard
that happened to you.

Even more horrified
when they ordered

a gunshot residue test on me.

I don't even own a gun.

So, what happened that day?

[sighs]

I went to the country club
looking for Mitzi.

When I opened her office door
she was laying on the floor.

A pair of scissors were
in her back.

I bent down to check her pulse
and a bottle of my weed killer

fell out of my overall pocket
and onto the ground,

and, I guess, that's how
it got on her.

She was dead?

Yes. Well, I panicked.

I've never been in a room with a
dead person before so I ran out.

It was stupid, I know.

And now there's a chance
I'm going to prison for it.

I believe you.

Yeah well, you're the only one.

The other night
when you asked me out,

you only did that because
you thought I was guilty.

Am I right?

Um...

[scoffs]

You know what's really sad
about all this?

That you actually thought I was
capable of killing someone.

Darren Booth was embezzling
from his best friend.

It seems they weren't exactly
besties as we thought.

He has some real deep-rooted
anger towards Mitzi.

Definitely has the strongest
motive yet.

Puts him on top of
the suspect list.

Can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

You look really familiar to me.
Have we met?

Not unless you spent some time
in Columbus, Ohio.

[laughs]

No. No.

But I rarely forget a face.

So, why are you here
in Golden Peak?

[laughs]

I grew up spending my summers
in Idaho.

My grandparents had a place
by Lake Cascade.

I loved it.

A lot of great memories.

I woke up one day,
looked out my condo window

and didn't like
the view anymore.

Can I ask you one?

Oh. Okay.

Your husband, he was killed
in the line of duty.

What happened?

He was investigating a break in.

It was just a routine call.
And someone shot him.

He never even got his gun
out of his holster.

You said someone. They didn't
find the killer?

They did.

You don't sound convinced.

There are things about the case
that don't gel to me.

It keeps me up at night.
There's more to it, I know it.

I'm sorry for you loss.
I truly am.

If you don't stop chasing
ghosts, they can eat you alive.

Ken: Afternoon, afternoon.

This just came back on them
shell casings.

Oh.

You going to eat these fries?

Not anymore.

Mmm. Mmm-mmm.

Ken! The casings!

Right.

Turns out they belong to a gun
that was owned by Stan Evans.

Purchased right here in
the State of Idaho a week ago.

♪ ♪

At least they have the guy
that shot at you behind bars.

I mean, this whole story's
so sad.

Yeah. But there's something

that still doesn't sit right
with me.

I spoke to Stan.

He really cared about Mitzi.

Nonsense honey, it was his gun.

I know.

Okay, well you guys go on
and I will finish getting ready

and I will meet you
before the show starts.

Don't be late.
I'm really nervous.

Oh no, don't be.

I will be there and you will
be fantastic.

What's going on with you?

Nothing.

Yeah?
- Yeah.

I have a lot on my mind
but um, all good.

Okay.
- I love you.

I love you, sweetie.
I'll see you soon.

Okay.

[door closes]

♪ ♪

Stan: You made a mistake
arresting me.

I didn't shoot at Ali.

My gun is in my car
in the glovebox.

Well, it's not there now.

What? That's impossible.

We got a search warrant

for your car after
the ballistics test.

No gun.

It's time to tell the truth.

You killed Mitzi because
she ended things with you,

and then you tried to kill Ali

because you were concerned
she was onto you.

Walk us through it.

Okay. Come with me.

[sighs]

Come on.

[phone rings]

Hey Fred.

You've been a big help
once again Ali.

Not sure we could've wrapped
this one up as quickly

without you.

I even think Kyle would agree.

You don't have any hard evidence

that links Stan to the murder,
do you?

We got enough.
He's our guy, trust me.

The hair on Mitzi matched
Stan's rabbit.

The details are always
in the hair, as you know.

Sorry. My attempt
at salon humor.

Hey, I gotta get ready
for the pageant.

Okay. I'll see you over there.

♪ ♪

[gasps]

The hair! The details are
in the hair!

Oh Fred, Fred, Fred!

Voicemail: Hi, this is
Fred Wright, Chief of Police.

Leave a message after the beep.

Oh, Fred.

Come on, Kyle, pick up.

Voicemail: It's Detective
Crawford. Leave a message.

Kyle, it's Ali.

I know who the killer is
and it's not Stan.

Call me back.

[phone dings]

♪ ♪

[Ali sighs]

I know, I know. No more dark
buildings alone.

[exhales]
Okay.

♪ ♪

[light bulb shatters]

[muffled screaming]

I never wanted it to end
this way.

But you knew that already,
didn't you?

Olivia. You don't have
to do this.

I know you didn't mean
to kill Mitzi.

I'm sorry I used your husband's
murder to get you here,

but it was the only way
I was sure you would come.

We all have an Achilles heel.

And your daughter is yours.

A parent's job is to protect
their children.

I would do anything for her.

Of course you would.

Sara Hendricks.

She robbed Liza of her crown
just like she robbed me of mine

when I was 17.

And I could handle that.

But for her to rat
on my daughter

to get her disqualified?
Who does that?

Yes, you were angry.
Any mother would've been.

I never meant to hurt Mitzi.

No, I know.

No, you, you got confused with,

with Mitzi's new hair color
and cut,

and Mitzi put on Sara's jacket
by mistake

and from behind they looked
exactly the same.

And now an innocent man is going
to take the fall for it.

Setting up Stan was
my only way out, Ali.

But of course I knew you would
figure it out at some point.

[sighs]

Please, please...
We all lost enough.

Don't make this worse for you
and for Liza.

I am all out of options, Ali.

[struggling grunts]

Please don't!
Please don't!

I'm going to pick Liza up
at the pageant

and I'm getting us
out of this town.

[crying]
Please don't. Please...

[sobbing]
No!

[fire roars]

Sorry, Ali.

[struggling grunts]

[fire roars]

[coughing and choking]

[coughing and choking]

Ali!
- Kyle!

Ali!
- Thank goodness!

[coughing and choking]

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

[Ali coughing]
- Are you okay?

Yes. How did you find me?

Turns out Ken's good at his job.

He traced your phone.

Who was it?

Olivia Stevens.
We gotta get to the pageant.

I'll tell you everything
on the way.

Text Fred. Tell him
to keep her there.

[applause]

It's the moment you've
all been waiting for.

[notification alert]

Hi.

Be right back.
- Of course.

And now, in this envelope

is the winner of this year's
Miss Golden Peak Competition.

But first, I'd just like to
thank some of our sponsors.

If you want to look your
best for next year's pageant

and for every day,
head on over...

Hmm.

What happened?

We'll take it from here.
You go cheer on Chelsea.

All right.

It's the moment you've all been
waiting for.

And the winner of this year's
Miss Golden Peak Pageant,

Chelsea Bowden.

[gasps]

Noooo!

Yes, Chelsea!

Thank you, thanks.
- I'm so proud of you.

Congratulations!

[cheering and applause]

[crowd gasps]

Are you ok?

Did you get that?
Please tell me you got that?

She got it.
- Okay, good.

[applause]

She's just like her big sister.
I'm just saying.

Okay, okay, okay. I want
to make a toast.

To my little sis, who I know
will represent the crown

with grace, humility,
and service.

Proud of you.

Cheers.
- Cheers.

Whose fall tonight was actually
better than Ali's.

Hey!

[laughs]

Yeah, it was.

Because of all of you, I can
afford another year in college.

So, thank you.

That's so great.
Let's cheers to that too.

All: Yes!

So beautiful.
- She's so good.

You did so good yourself, hon.

But can you please
stop looking for trouble?

Concentrate on doing hair.

Okay.

Hey. You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I um... I've been
thinking about Dan.

I, I think it's time.

I'm letting go.

Of all of it.

I love you so much.

I love you too.

Well, Olivia Stevens is all
booked and locked away safely.

Thank you, Ali.
- Of course.

Yeah. And I'm sorry
I ever doubted you.

Sometimes I'm, I'm a little
stubborn for my own good.

Hmm.

Haircut next Tuesday?

Oh. Detective Kyle here said

that the haircut I gave him
was "not bad."

No, he didn't!
No, he didn't!

Oh really!
- Not bad?

Not bad.

Give me another chance.

One more chance.
And thank you.

All right. We'll leave you
to your celebration.

Congratulations, Chelsea.

Congrats Chelsea.

Not bad?
- Not bad!

[chattering]

...them up.

Beer for you.

[Ali sighs]

I've been using your case
to keep you alive

the only way I knew how.

But I have to move forward.

You would have wanted me to do that.

[teary]
I love you so much.

But I'm letting you go now.

You beautiful man.

[deep breath]

♪ ♪

[exhales]

♪ ♪