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Previously on Wild Cards...

You must be willing to walk away from anyone

at the drop of a hat.

If you cannot, that's your warning sign

to cut them loose.

I'm really gonna miss this condo.

The last of the packages are soon to arrive,

and then we grab the payday of ten lifetimes.

I just don't wanna do that thing where we pretend like

something didn't happen.

Something definitely happened.

Oh my God!

Veronique!

No!

Oh, no!

Oh my God!

What the hell?!

No!

Yep. Death by stiletto.

Hmm. Sad irony to be killed by the thing you love most.

It'd be like if Simmons was killed by a burrito.

Or if Yates was killed by a--

No. Shh.

Keep that in the partner vault.

Probably not appropriate for the Commissioner.

Oh... uh, good point.

This is raw footage from a reality show?

What, you've never heard of The Luxurious Ladies

of Linden Avenue?

Why would I?

Because it's amazing.

They're on their, like, tenth seasons.

Yeah, people go crazy for it.

Evidenced by the number of calls I've gotten

from the press since the body was discovered.

Which is why you're all here.

Commissioner.

Ah.

Thank you, Jim.

Chamomile.

With honey, like you asked.

Now that's service.

Simmons and Yates have been on the case since it was

called in yesterday.

But Commissioner Russo would like all hands on deck.

Of course. Whatever you need, Commissioner.

What was the cast doing all together?

Well, they had a girls' trip episode.

They rented a mansion.

You know, get the cast under one roof.

For maximum drama and wine throwing.

Yeah, only this time one of the wine throwers

ended up dead.

It happened around 11:30 PM.

Yeah, there were no cameras in the upstairs area

or in the individual bedrooms, but all the women say

they were in bed for the night.

At 11:30?

Yeah, they were exhausted from a full day

of tequila drinking and passive aggressive behavior.

Any suspects?

Call was coming from inside the house

as per the outdoor cameras, no one entered.

Yeah, nobody was in the mansion except for

the cast and a small crew.

So, whose shoe was it?

I mean, the murder weapon.

Veronique's.

In fact, earlier in the season,

during an argument with the other women,

she declared, quote...

"Cross me and I will stab you in the back with my stiletto."

End quote.

Looks like one of the other women

beat Veronique to the punch.

Or should we say stab?

Cast have gone home, I take it?

Not exactly.

Filming shut down so they could process the scene,

but they're gonna pick right back up tomorrow.

Even though their friend was just murdered?

They say it's what Veronique would've wanted.

I'm pretty sure what she would've wanted

was to not be stabbed with a shoe.

Celebrity murders are the bane of any

police department's existence.

They attract an unruly amount of attention,

and if you don't solve them, that's all people remember.

Now, I am not having my mayoral campaign tanked

by a bunch of overpaid reality stars.

So, if the show won't halt production,

we need someone on the inside.

Like who?

Hmm.

Hi, ladies!

I'm your new cast-mate.

It's so good to meet all of you.

I'm Aurora Banks.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

Yes. Stuart Banks, the network president,

is my uncle.

Ah, Uncle Stu's the best.

Anyways, enough about me.

I've already heard so much about all of you.

You were right to call in an expert.

Seriously?

This is the consultant you were talking about?

Chief, if you were sending your people

to infiltrate the mob, would you brief them

with the Organized Crime Task Force?

Obviously.

Well, the dynamics of the players in question

are more complex than any cartel, mob,

or foreign dictatorship.

And depending on the alcohol intake,

more dangerous.

And what qualifies you as an expert?

Well, not to brag, but, uh...

I've seen all ten seasons at least three times.

And I have one of only 200 candles from Veronique's

now defunct scented candle company.

Defunct?

What happened there?

Well, the candles, they were supposed to

smell like cinnamon, but due to a production mishap,

ended up smelling like armpit.

And you still kept it?

Obviously.

Because I'm a true fan.

May I continue?

Fine.

Let's take a look at who we're dealing with.

First up, our victim.

Veronique.

She's consummate H.B.I.C.

Sorry, H.B.I.C.?

Head Bitch In Charge.

Aren't you teaching him these things?

Well, it's hard when they have no desire to learn.

Veronique's an O.G. cast member

and ruthless as hell.

She notoriously dates much younger men.

Ooh, we stan a cougar queen.

And also, she drops a bombshell about one of

the other ladies every finale.

That's the ace up her sleeve.

So, maybe one of the other cast members killed her

to keep their secret from coming out.

Uh, if... if Veronique is the queen,

who's next in line to the throne?

I'm Talia.

Talia's also an O.G.

She's Veronique's bestie and the one who found the body.

She's married, no kids.

She and her husband struggled for years to conceive.

She's been very forthcoming about that.

Eventually, she let go of that dream

to focus on other things.

Like?

Her sobriety, for one. She got sober five years ago.

But recently, there's been some rumors

that she's fallen off the wagon.

You think that's true?

That's hard to say.

In this world, what's said on camera and what's true

are often two very different things.

But word is, they caught the incident filming,

uh, this season.

You are just in time for one of my famous

mango mint mocktails.

Or...

since you're not eight,

maybe juice boxes aren't your thing.

We have a whole crate of tequila and red wine.

I'm Jasmine.

Jasmine is a former New York party girl

and current happily married woman

with the perfect life and husband.

What exactly does she do?

It's not about what any of them do.

It's about what they... they want you to think they do.

Now, for instance...

Jasmine just dropped her new single.

My song's called Too Drunk to Remember your Name.

Parentheses or Mine.

It's about partying, but also...

it's about life.

♪ Too drunk to remember your name or mine ♪

Yeah. So bad, it's legendary.

♪ Too drunk to remember... ♪

Hello, I am Countess Katarina.

Katarina's from an obscure Slavic country

that no one on the show can pronounce.

She's a Countess and mentions it whenever she can.

My husband, the Count, he friends with your uncle.

Hi, I'm Clementine.

There's not much to say about Clementine.

She's new on the show, but based on her online presence,

she seems a little boring.

I don't know if anybody's told you...

this trip is my divorce party.

Welcome!

Those are the basics.

But I will be there as an on-site tech in your ears

the whole time, feeding you info as needed.

You're the best, Ricky.

Thank you.

I agree.

So, Max is posing as a new cast member.

And what is Ellis doing?

Hey. Are you, uh, Greg?

That's what they tell me.

Rodney.

The network sent me to clean this mess up.

Oh, yeah, the crisis producer. So glad they sent you, man.

God knows we need it.

I'll do what I can.

You sound more than qualified.

You produced on The Bachelor

when the girl had the skydiving accident.

Then Survivor with the snakebite thing.

Yeah, that was rough. I hate snakes.

Well, snake's got nothing on these ladies.

Not to mention the network chose now of all times

to send in a new cast member.

You gotta be kidding me. What's she like?

Ehh, she's a network nepo baby.

So, I can't say a word about it.

She just better not be boring.

You know...

these women, they're...

petty, superficial, narcissistic, you name it.

But murderers?

Ah, I kinda find that hard to believe.

But after all these seasons, nothing would surprise me.

Ah, it's crazy you gotta finish the season

without Veronique.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Speaking of which, what was the secret

she was gonna drop in the finale?

The network won't shut up about it.

Ah. No idea.

And now I have to re-conceive the entire finale dinner.

On that note, I got some brainstorming to do.

Oh, hey, I'm here to help.

Okay?

Why don't I take those confessionals off your hands?

This is where I do my best work, baby.

Of course.

Yeah. Work your magic.

And, uh... welcome to the team.

Thanks.

Ladies... I'm so sorry for your loss.

I can't believe Veronique is gone.

Or the fact that there could be a murderer among us.

I just...

I cannot talk about this right now.

You guys know what else is like death?

Divorce.

And this is supposed to be my divorce party, remember?

It is very tragic, the thing that's happened.

Wow. Katarina.

What a groundbreaking observation.

Why are you rolling eyes?

Why are you saying things that add nothing

to the conversation?

You are very rude girl!

Get your hand outta my face!

You get your hands out of my face!

Bitch!

Enough!

Stop your bickering.

I agree.

Plus,

we're supposed to head into our grief meditation session,

to help me grieve my marriage.

Since... I'm getting divorced.

But obviously, now we're grieving Veronique.

Of course.

This is clear thing to grieve.

Yes.

Of course.

Veronique.

Breathe in,

happy memories of Veronique.

Breathe out the pain of her sudden death.

Breathe in

the certainty that your friend is at peace.

Breathe out

any questions of your own mortality.

Relax your shoulders.

Psst.

Psst.

So, who do you think did it?

Did what?

Who do you think killed Veronique?

Oh.

I mean, I don't know.

Wait, you don't think I did it, do you?

No. No, of course not.

Because I would never.

I have so much to lose.

My husband, my home, my new music career.

Yeah. You would never.

Breathe out

any weight you're still holding on to.

But I will say...

Breathing it out...

I wonder about Clementine.

Clementine?

...with every breath.

But she seems so...

Boring? I know.

But no one could be that boring.

Plus, I saw her walking the grounds out my window

the night Veronique was murdered.

Huh.

Do you know what time?

11:11 on the dot.

I remember because I saw her right after I wished for

my single to hit number one on the Billboard charts.

Ladies.

Less chatting and more breathing out your traumas.

Veronique is dead.

But I am...

not dead.

Veronique is dead.

But I'm not dead.

Okay, Katarina's up first.

What can you tell me about her?

Well, Katarina's main storyline on the show

is her feud with Jasmine.

Those are the two that were fighting earlier, right?

It's all they do.

Every time it seems like they've buried the hatchet,

one of them digs it up again.

Sounds chaotic.

It is.

And makes for excellent television.

You can't see it, but I just did

a chef's kiss gesture.

Okay, so what should I say to her to get her to open up?

Well, easy.

Just ask about Boris's arthritis.

Boris? Who's that, her husband?

No, he's her Shetland pony.

Countess Katarina.

Welcome. I'm Rodney.

Hello.

Uh, why don't you, uh, have a seat?

We'll get started right away.

I'm Liam, one of the camera ops.

Nice to meet you. Rodney.

That's Tim.

Okay.

Let me know when you're ready to roll.

Good to go.

Good.

Countess Katarina.

My first and most important question for you is,

of course,

how's Boris doing with you away?

Oh.

My little Bor-Bor is such good boy.

My husband, the Count,

he is sending me photos this morning.

I miss Boris so much.

Especially since trip is horrible.

Yes, I'm sure it was very upsetting to see

your friend like that.

I cannot believe that Veronique is...

how you say?

Stomp the pail.

Do you mean kick the bucket?

Yes.

That one.

What can you tell me about the night of

Veronique's murder?

Ah...

That night we go sleep early.

Jasmine drank too much the wine and she's running

her bitch mouth, yes?

Why don't you get along with Jasmine?

Because she's having bitch mouth.

Right. Okay.

Um, do you think she could've killed Veronique?

Jasmine?

No.

She's awful.

Terrible.

Bad clothes.

But no killer.

Though I am seeing Clementine

go kitchen at time when murder.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Do you remember what time that was?

Yes.

It was ten after the 11.

Okay, I got the tea and it's piping hot.

Scalding.

You're gonna need aloe vera, that's how hot this tea is.

Okay, Max, I get it. Just spit it out.

Okay. According to Jasmine,

Clementine was walking around the grounds at 11:11.

Around the time of the murder.

Which means Clementine lied in her witness statement.

Right, but Katerina said she saw Clementine

go down in the kitchen at 11:10,

so she couldn't have been in two places at the same time.

Someone's lying.

It's weird how they both mentioned Clementine.

You think they're in cahoots?

Nah.

Those two are like tequila and red wine.

They don't mix.

Well, something's up.

I'm gonna call Katarina back in.

Let me try. I'll level with her.

Diva to diva.

Katarina!

I brought your favorite.

Two bottles of wine.

Maybe not like tequila and red wine.

Damn it!

I am saying here is too risky, now new girl catch us.

Don't panic.

How can we get you not to tell?

What do you mean?

We're both married.

My husband is, like, toxically jealous,

and there's an infidelity clause in my prenup.

If he leaves me, I get nothing.

And I have titles through husband, the Count.

If he doing divorce me, I lose Countess,

and then what am I?

Just sad girl?

We'll do whatever you want.

Just don't spill the beans on the show.

You want money?

A car.

Katarina's pony.

Not Boris.

Look, I'm not trying to ruin any of your lives, okay?

You can trust me.

But tell me the truth.

This wasn't the first time, was it?

We have been in love for years.

Now that's a plot twist.

We met on the show, and it was immediately like...

it.

I guess sometimes you just know.

Mmm.

In my country, we say someone hits you over head

with frying pan of love.

It sounds better in my language.

Yeah. No, I get it.

Okay, but why pretend to hate each other?

As long as we're feuding, we stay on the show,

and as long as we're on the show,

You get to see each other.

And all these years, and nobody found out about this?

Until recently.

What do you mean?

Right before the trip, Veronique told us she knew.

We still do not know how.

Was she gonna spill your secret on the season finale?

No clue.

Veronique wasn't exactly predictable.

So, you two killed her to keep the truth from coming out?

-Of course not. -No, we did not!

We were together when Veronique was killed.

Together?

Like...

Like doing sex time, yes.

Then Talia screamed and we raced out so fast,

we accidentally put on each other's robes.

Yes, and before that, when we were making the sex time,

Jasmine sees Clementine out the window.

At 11:11.

Mm-hmm.

I told her about it.

She did.

And when producer is finger pointing to Jasmine,

I am panic and I say the wrong thing.

English, it is not my first language,

and I am sometimes making them mixed up.

We... we didn't want anyone dead.

No.

We just love each other and don't want that to change.

Well, if you love each other, isn't change worth it?

We'd be left with nothing.

I mean, what would we do?

You know what?

I think you two need this more than I do.

Yeah.

Yep. What Max said checks out.

You see the monograms?

Jasmine's in Katarina's robe and Katarina's in Jasmine's.

And T.B.H., I love this for them.

So, maybe they were together when Veronique was killed.

Unless it's a cover up.

They did both have motive since Veronique

knew their secret, but Max thinks

they're telling the truth.

Well, assuming Jasmine and Katarina aren't lying,

then likely Clementine wasn't in her room

at the time of the murder.

This is Rodney here.

Can I get Clementine to the confessional room?

I repeat, Clementine to the confessional room.

Over.

What?

That was very convincing.

Perhaps you missed your true calling as an overworked,

underslept, cat hair covered reality show producer.

Yeah, I would be happy to help.

You know what? Ed from Sundance,

he's actually a close family friend, so...

I could show him your short film.

Wow.

Thanks, Talia. You're always so nice.

Of course.

Appreciate it.

Any time.

Talia, I... I didn't have you scheduled.

I'm ready to talk about Veronique.

Okay. Well, then, uh... we'll get started.

I hear it's Clemen-time!

Get it? Like...

Yeah, I get it, Clemen-time.

Yeah, I wanna get this over with... now.

But...

Clemen-time.

We'll get to you next, okay?

Promise.

Do you want a cough drop?

I have those, uh, ones that you like

with the lemon, honey and echinacea in them.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

Yeah.

All right.

Ready?

As I'll ever be.

Talia, what can you tell us about the night of

Veronique's murder?

Is there something wrong?

My best friend is dead,

and I have to talk to you about it for a stupid TV show.

You know what? I...

I actually don't think I can do this right now,

to be honest, I really don't.

I know these things can be difficult to talk about.

Okay?

How would you know?

My brother was actually murdered two years ago.

He was?

Yeah.

And look, at the time,

I couldn't put my grief into words.

I barely can now.

You know, people will try to tell you that

it gets easier, but it doesn't.

That grief just stays the same size.

And some days you're stronger.

You know, it's easier to carry.

And other days...

You're not.

You're not.

Yeah.

I'm just...

I'm so angry, you know?

Like, she should still be here.

I understand that anger. Trust me, I've been there.

Now, tell me, you were the first person

to find Veronique. Right?

Yeah.

Um...

I...

I went to take her a sleeping pill.

And there she was.

Bloody.

Everything after that is like I'm underwater, you know?

I hear screaming,

and then I realize it's me, I'm screaming.

I hear people talking, but I can't make anything out.

All I could focus on is...

her.

Dead.

Just when I thought my year could not get any worse.

Any worse? What do you mean?

Well...

I'm five years sober.

Congrats. That's huge.

Thank you. It is.

Especially since my worst drunken moments are

documented on the show.

They called me Train-wreck Talia.

And the nickname was accurate.

I'm sure that's hard to watch now.

Oh, well, I... I can't, I don't.

It's, uh...

...too disturbing.

It's like I was possessed during those seasons.

You know, just drinking away my shame.

But then I got sober and, uh,

things got clearer.

Good for you.

That's definitely my biggest accomplishment.

And I would not

just throw it away like so many people are saying.

Yeah, I, uh...

I heard about the incident two months ago.

No, my drink was spiked. Okay?

I would not do that to myself. Somebody sabotaged me.

Do you have any idea who could've done it?

No idea.

Veronique was the only one that believed me.

She knew how important my sobriety is to me.

Because she knew you.

Exactly.

She had her flaws.

You know, but...

I've never had a friend like that.

And I probably never will again.

Look, I hate to ask, but I have to.

Being her best friend,

do you have any idea what that secret was

that she was gonna drop at the finale dinner?

No.

No.

She, um...

She didn't tell me things like that.

She was way too strategic with the show.

That's what made her so good.

You know what? Um...

I think I really need to rest right now.

Of course.

Okay.

Well, if there's anything else I can do, just let me know.

Thank you.

Hey, um...

I'm really sorry about your loss.

Thank you.

I mean it.

And I hope you have more strong days than weak ones.

You too.

Okay. Take two.

I have so much to tell you about everything that--

Clementine... places for the filler party.

Seriously?

You guys know what a filler party is?

Right, so these women get fillers on camera?

That's some kind of a party for them?

It's keeping up with the Joneses out here.

In this world, the Joneses put chemicals in their faces.

All right, let's get started.

Clementine, take it away.

Oh my gosh, it looks great.

Thank you for coming, everyone.

Given as this is my divorce party,

I thought fillers would be a great way to move into

our next chapters.

Our nurse has everyone's individual brands

based on your requests.

So, just let her know your name.

Enjoy!

Aren't you getting filler?

Oh, I'm good. I already got some.

In my ankle.

It's the latest trend in Nice.

Sorry, uh, I'm a bit paranoid.

Could you just check for air bubbles in the needle?

Oh my God, what is in that?

Someone put acid in Clementine's syringe.

Oh my goodness!

God, that was so scary.

Your whole life must have flashed before your eyes.

Same thing is happening to Czar of my country in '96.

His face, it is very melt.

I can't believe someone would want me dead.

I've never done anything to anyone.

Who would have done something like this?

I have no idea how that got into the syringe.

I prepared everything myself.

Is it possible somebody could've tampered

with the materials?

While I was away from them when I was getting mic'd.

Hey. Excuse me.

All shooting is paused while we investigate.

Oh, of course.

Uh... Liam.

I have a room where we can review some of the footage

from the incident, if you'd like.

Officers?

Yes. Thank you.

Producer.

Man. Guy.

Boy.

Real slick.

Where are you going?

Right.

I'm just gonna stay here.

Good job, officers.

Thank you.

What can I say? I just love true crime.

Right this way, officers.

Scram, kid.

It's official police business.

Leave that muffin.

Also official police business.

Look.

The nurse lifts up the needle and takes it out of the box.

Okay, so the needle wasn't switched in this moment.

Hmm. Meaning there's no on-camera evidence

it was ever tampered with.

Wait.

This is where you anticipate the acid.

And you move your leg.

You weren't paranoid about air bubbles.

You faked an attempt on your own life, didn't you?

Yes.

Wait. What?

Wait a minute, how are we getting this footage?

I thought the cops said no recording

during the interrogations.

There's no way I was missing this.

It's obvious, Clementine. You killed Veronique.

You set this whole thing up to throw everyone off your scent.

I mean, why else would you do something so crazy?

This is my divorce party.

My time to shine.

But then Veronique died, and everybody forgets

that it's supposed to be about me.

You faked an attempt on your own life for attention?

Yes.

Okay, I'm not proud of it.

Wait, wait.

Where the hell would you find acid on a girls' trip?

I had my assistant bring it in this morning.

I didn't wanna harm anyone, I swear.

And of course, I didn't murder Veronique.

I'm not a murderer.

I'm too boring for that.

At least that's what Veronique thought.

What do you mean by that?

I mean, at the beginning of the trip,

Veronique told me that she looked into me and discovered

that I have no secrets.

I am just exactly as boring as I seem.

Sick burn.

Well, that doesn't explain the fact that you lied

about where you were when she was killed.

The truth is...

I was on the phone with my husband.

I want Larry back.

I... I miss him so much.

But I was too embarrassed to admit anything because...

well...

this is my divorce party.

Pathetic little poser.

How dare you tarnish my best friend's memory.

You are disgrace to your country.

Uh...

Shame!

All right.

Clementine's headed downtown while we check her alibi.

Either way, she's facing a reckless endangerment charge.

Yeah, we're gonna need to do some interviews.

Who do you wanna talk to first?

Uh... hmm, hmm, hmm.

Let me see here. Do-do-doot. Uh...

Uh, scowly guy.

And, uh, then short one with questionable fashion sense.

Rude.

All right, move it.

Is that bear?

Wow. The women on this show have done things

for attention before.

But acid syringe to the face? That's next level.

Look, acid syringe or not,

if Clementine's alibi checks out,

we're back to square one.

Okay, so Clementine said that Veronique was

looking into her.

What do you think that means?

Some good old-fashioned social media stalking.

Hmm, yeah.

That's how I found out my ex adopted a French bulldog.

Evil bitch knows just how to hurt me.

No. No chance Veronique was anywhere near social media.

She was a notorious Luddite. She still used a flip phone.

If you wanted to get dirt on someone, but didn't know

how to use a computer, how would you get it?

Yeah, apparently, she hired a private investigator.

Of course.

Should've guessed that we'd find those payments

in Veronica's financials.

Well, I mean, it's the old-school way

to find out your coworker's dirty secrets.

Speaking of which...

you wanna hear some of mine?

I most certainly do not.

Okay, well, you're missing out.

Because one of them involves a Pulitzer Prize winner

and a sex robot.

I can't believe this.

I left the office around 5:00 like always.

Does anything seem out of place about the scene to you?

His laptop is missing.

He always keeps it on his desk.

It's got all his case files.

That's most likely what they were after.

Except he always kept hard copies of everything

in a storage room down in the basement.

In case anything ever happened to the laptop.

Or to him, for that matter.

Guess we know where we're heading next.

Thank you.

Sorry I'm late.

Took me a second to fit into this thing

for the finale dinner.

Wow. You look, uh...

You look nice.

Thank you.

Oh, can you help me zip up?

I can't reach.

Yeah.

You are playing with fire, Maximus.

There you go.

Okay.

Um...

So...

So...

Clementine's alibi checks out.

Her husband said they were on the phone for over an hour

and she wouldn't stop talking.

Ah...

Hello?

You're not gonna believe what we found

in this P.I.'s file.

Seriously, this is Pulitzer Prize winner

and sex robot levels of dirt.

What did you find out?

Well, according to this file,

Veronique was sleeping with Liam.

The camera guy?

That's the one.

You know, Liam conveniently failed

to mention that when we were questioning him.

There's more boxes, so we'll send you photos

as we work through.

Okay. Keep us posted.

Copy that.

God, this affair changes everything.

Liam was in the mansion when Veronique was murdered.

He was the one shooting the footage

of the body being found.

Maybe we missed something in the video.

Well, I know someone who likes a rewatch.

Oh my God.

Liam and Veronique were doing the no pants dance?

Can you believe it?

Honestly, yes.

She loved them young and pretty,

but she'd always cut them loose.

There's a TikTok supercut of all of her himbos crying,

uh, post-dumping, set to Celine Dion.

It's hilarious.

All right, enough. Okay, we need to hurry.

It's almost time to roll on the finale dinner.

All right, all right, let me cook.

Holy spit take.

Did you just see what Yates and Simmons said about Talia?

Yeah, it looks like Talia's got some secrets of her own.

How does this fit into the picture?

I don't know, one thing at a time.

Footage first. Ricky?

And voila!

My feed should be on your screen.

We got it.

Perf.

Here we go, sports fans.

Wait, go back.

Did you hear that?

What are they saying?

Ricky, rewind it and play it again.

Turn up the volume.

Get to Veronique's room now.

Did you just hear what I just heard?

Yeah, but we need more proof than that.

Okay, well, we'd better get it then.

It's the last night of filming,

AKA the last night we're all gonna be under the same roof.

AKA the last night we can solve this undercover.

Ricky, we need more time.

Good news, ducklings.

You have a reality television expert here to advise you.

Why does it have to do with reality television?

Everything.

In this world, there are ways of going about

a finale dinner.

And lucky for you, it'll give you the time you need.

All right, let's bring in the ladies.

All right, ladies.

This is our last dinner of the season.

Let's start it off with sharing a little something

about Veronique.

Shall we?

I can start.

I cannot believe Veronique is gone.

Veronique was my best friend in the entire world.

And the fact that she believed in me meant everything.

So, I would like to raise a mango mint mocktail

to Veronique.

V.

I'll be seeing you.

I wanna say something about Veronique.

But I've just learned information I can't keep in.

The camera boy was secretly shtooping Veronique!

Yeah.

He must've killed her.

That's why he kept the affair from the cops.

No, no. I... I didn't...

I didn't kill her, I swear.

That sounds like a guilty confessional to me.

Looks like we found our murderer!

No!

Liam did not kill Veronique.

How would you know?

Because I did.

I did it, okay?

I am the killer.

No.

You're not.

Why would she lie?

Because Talia is his mother.

I am gonna win an Emmy for this.

Oh, just wait. It gets better.

Come on, Yimmons.

We are hurtling towards the big finale here.

Liam is Talia's biological son.

A few years ago, she pulled a few strings

and got Liam a job on the show.

Is that true?

I had you when I was only 17.

Giving you up was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

That's why I drank.

Running away from my shame.

But then I finally got sober.

And I got the courage to track you down.

I saw that you were in film school, and...

I made the show give you a job.

Having you around me every day kept me sober.

That's what made it so much harder for me

when my drink was spiked.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't tell anyone.

Not even Veronique.

I didn't think I deserved to have a relationship with you.

So, I had to tell myself that

I just had to be happy just to be around you every day.

And then I found out about you and Veronique.

When did you find out?

The day before she died.

Liam was setting up a shot.

Veronique was in glam, getting touch-ups.

They shared these secret looks and then I knew.

Veronique was the same with all her young boyfriends.

She just tossed them aside when she was done with them,

and I knew she would do the same to you eventually.

And then she was gonna want you off the show

and I was not about to let that happen.

Not when I fought so hard to have you back in my life.

So, I...

I went to her room.

And I killed her.

I mean,

it's a good story, but it's not the real one.

Yes, it is!

No, it's not.

You're protecting your son.

Yes, you went to Veronique's room to confront her.

But when you went there, she was already dead,

because someone else killed Veronique.

You were pushing it, little mama.

Yeah, well, it'll be worth it for this footage.

Ooh, this is juicy.

She was already dead.

Yeah, well, what can I say? My girl's a natural.

Liam, in the footage from that night,

somebody told you to go to Veronique's room.

Who was it?

Greg, probably.

But you were already filming when Talia was screaming.

She found Veronique in that exact moment.

The cast-mates rooms were all beside each other

in a line down the hallway.

So, the scream could've come from any of the rooms.

But Greg knew that it came from Veronique's.

Why?

Because Greg killed Veronique.

Me?

That doesn't make any sense.

Why would I kill the star of my own show?

But it wasn't gonna be that way for long, was it?

Greggo.

Because everybody knows that each year,

Veronique drops a bombshell.

And this year, the bombshell was gonna be about Greg.

And what he did to Talia while filming two months ago.

That's my cue.

Ugh, I did not realize that we were all in this next shot.

Okay, well...

...it's gonna be a long day.

Okay, well, I'll get my drink,

and then I'll meet you guys out there.

Where can I get my mocktail?

Bartender left it here. Mango mint, as always.

Thanks, doll.

You spiked my drink?

I'm an unconventional producer, so what?

You missed Train-wreck Talia.

You wanted a relapse story.

Liam.

You gave Veronique that footage, didn't you?

Uh... yeah.

It was so she could prove that Greg did it.

Yeah, and she did show Greg.

The night that she died.

You knew when that video exposed you on camera,

you would lose your job.

Yeah, there's unconventional producing.

But scandal like this?

You would never recover from.

So, you decided to kill Veronique.

You stabbed her with a shoe and tried to frame

the other women.

You can't prove any of this.

Actually, I can.

That's your cue.

Oh! Whoa! Damn.

-Mm-hmm. -I was engrossed.

Actually, I can.

We found the P.I.'s laptop at your house.

You are the murderer.

You killed the P.I. because you knew he was the only other

person that had the footage.

All you needed was a juicy secret to clear your name.

And that's why you used Veronique and Liam

to cover your story.

You told me that right before the dinner.

You used me to set up the camera kid.

You killed two people just to save your job.

A job?

You think this is a job?

This is my empire!

Everyone's always talking about how this show's

so dramatic and juicy.

Why do you think that is?!

It's because of me!

I am this show!

I have worked ten years on set, 14 hours a day.

I have sacrificed everything!

I made Veronique a star.

Then she had the nerve to turn on me because

I was doing my job.

Poisoning cast-mates isn't your job.

If it's what the story needs, then it is.

The viewers, they wanted Train-wreck Talia.

So, I just had the guts to give it to them.

Because I always do what needs to be done.

Veronique was gonna take that away from me.

I didn't have a choice.

So...

I plunged that heel into her back.

You monster.

You tried to destroy my life.

You murdered my best friend and you wanted my son

to take the blame for it?

You are disgusting.

Yeah.

You are disgusting.

Oh, sorry.

I got caught up in the whole thing.

Aurora, how did you even figure any of this out?

Because I'm not Aurora at all.

I'm a cop.

She's not a cop.

I'm basically a cop.

I was undercover this whole time.

Yeah. Me too.

Ready for your confessional, Greg?

Turn around, put your hands behind your back.

You're under arrest.

I am so grateful to Veronique

for clearing my name.

I will forever be heartbroken to know

that she died doing it.

But I hope that she would be happy

knowing that my son and I...

Hey, Liam! Come here. Come here.

What?

Um... everyone.

This is my biological son, Liam.

Hi.

And we are finally going to be working on our relationship.

Well, at least we're gonna try.

But for tonight, we have dinner reservations.

Oh, speaking of that,

do you have any food allergies?

Yeah, I'm allergic to strawberries.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

So am I.

What?

Yeah.

This is very drama time.

But I'm glad all is figured.

Katarina.

I'm tired of pretending.

The fake cop is right.

I don't care if I lose everything

if it means I get you.

I am happy...

to be normal Joe person.

It means I am getting you.

I love you, Jasmine.

I love you, Katarina.

No one understands how hard it is being the niece

of a network president.

Everybody's always like, nepo baby this.

Nepo baby that.

Well, Aurora Banks is here to say

I'm bringing justice for nepo babies.

Max, enough. The case is closed.

I never got to throw my wine.

That might be the greatest episode

in the history of reality TV.

Well, it's a shame no one will ever get to see it.

Except the court for Greg's sentencing.

Mmm.

Guess it's for the best.

You did make an excellent reality star,

but we don't need your face out there.

Hmm. True.

I did save one little clip.

You need to figure this out.

There's nothing to figure out. Okay?

This is just one coworker helping another coworker

with their zipper.

You can lie to me if it makes it easier

to get out of this conversation, but...

please, just don't lie to yourself.

I'm not.

Whatever you say, sugarplum.

But remember, George gets out in two weeks.

Then we'll finish our project,

and you'll end up 10,000 miles away from Ellis.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a couple more boxes

to dig into for the office.

It's almost done.

Okay.

Um...

Max! Did you bring this in all by yourself?

Are you crazy?

The cute delivery guy did.

Ooh, did he ask about me?

Of course he did.

Of course he did.

Ooh, a big one.

♪ Too drunk to remember your name ♪