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["Love and Conviction" by Jan Hellriegel plays]

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♪ Oh, some things I'm really proud of ♪

♪ And I don't mind if I share

♪ Other things I screwed right up... ♪

What? Alexa?

♪ ...whispers in the air

So, what's the occasion?

Well, it's a beautiful day. Why not?

All right. I don't hate this.

Now, Harry Henare,

you lure me here on the pretense

of wanting to spend time with me.

I always want to spend time with you, Alexa.

When actually you want help with a case.

You can't tell me you didn't suspect as much.

You know, I was perfectly happy at home

with my cat baking bread.

Riveting.

Griff Springfield, tennis pro and coach

at the super-posh Kingston Racquets Club.

Is that a part of dolphin I see?

He was found dead on the court,

killed by a malfunctioning ball launcher.

He was hit quite a few times.

Tennis-ball launcher?Yep.

Why didn't he just run?

Exactly.

Cause of death was a massive aneurysm

from a one-in-a-million shot to the base of the skull.

No witnesses, of course.

He was found first thing

by assistant coach Callum Armstrong.

Callum has his own swipe card for entry,

but the system shows he didn't activate it until that morning.

Forensics place time of death about 10:00 p.m.

But as far as we can tell,

Griff was definitely at the club on his own.

Well, then, case closed. The ball launcher's guilty.

You really think one of those things

can deliver a tennis ball so fast it becomes lethal?

You know, I haven't given it much thought.

Coroner thinks so.

They're calling it a freak accident.

Now's the time when you ask

about the grieving widow, one Verity Springfield.

Now, why would I do that?

Because three weeks before her husband died,

she hired a private investigator to spy on him.

To see if he was cheating. Was he?

Hey, I didn't find anything.

But it's the thought that counts, right?

So, unhappy marriage and suspicious wife.

Yeah. Yeah!

Yeah. Okay.

"Okay," you'll take it?

[Sighs]

You know, Harry, I'm super flattered

that you would go to all this trouble

when you could have just said

killed by his own tennis-ball launcher.

True.

So, does this Verity have an alibi?

Shall we take a look?Yes, let's.

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If you have to hire a P.I. to spy on your partner,

then you've clearly got the answer

you're looking for.

Which is?

That you're in a loveless marriage and devoid of trust.

Oh, wow. The P.I. is super glam.

"Christine Knox, a discreet investigator

who will give you back your peace of mind."

Specializes in exposing infidelity and also offers

teenager surveillance for worried parents.

Stalking your own kid. Uncool.

Whoa! How much for a stakeout?

Reports and photographs are extra.

Who can afford to hire this woman?

Do you want to find out?

[Snaps fingers]

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[Motor humming]

Oh.

Uh, Verity Springfield?

I told those boys to lock the gates.

My name is Alexa Crowe.

[Sighs] God, how many of you are there?

There's definitely only one of Alexa.

Oh, she'd like to think so, but they're all the same.

Desperate housewives come to tell me

about your special relationship with my husband.

Actually, I never met your husband.

Me neither.

I'm a friend of the police.

I help them out with their inquiries.

And I help her with her inquiries.

Well, I've been advised not to say

anything more to the police.

From your lawyer?

My private investigator.

She says it's only a matter of time

before they become lazy and point the finger back at me.

No one's pointing any fingers, Verity.

We just want to ask some questions.

Well, you needn't worry.

Christine has sworn to find the person who killed Griffin.

So, you do think your husband was killed.

Care to speculate on who?

If I had any ideas, I'd tell them to her, not to you.

What's up with the excavator?

Are you digging up the tennis court?

It's going to make a lovely topiary garden.

Well, nothing says moving on quite like digging up

your dead husband's tennis court.

Well, what can I say? We all grieve in our own ways.

We all grieve in our own way.

She's grieving like somebody who does not give a toss.

She's certainly carrying a lot of resentment.

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So, where to now? Famous Christine Knox, P.I.?

Why?

Well, she's been working the case.

She might have some leads to save us time.

Um...

Or we could go to the tennis club,

check out the murder weapon.

That's a much better idea. [Chuckles]

I'm sure we'll meet Christine Knox soon enough.

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Hi. Hi. Can I help?

Oh, hi.

Yes, uh, we were looking for a new summer sport,

and a friend told me that Kingston Racquets

is an absolute delight.Are you the coach here?

Yeah, sure am. Callum Armstrong.

Alexa, Madison.

Well, it is a great club,

great facilities, and good coaching.

If you do say so yourself.

Well, I just took over as head coach,

and we're making some changes,

instigating a more positive culture.

Oh. Positivity is good. Mind if we look around?

Help yourself and just shout out if you have any questions.

Bound to. Thanks.

Here's the culprit -- the Tennis Tutor Plus.

Okay.

Maximum speed, 110 kilometers.

I guess that could pack a punch.

Big enough to cause a lethal blow?

Maybe we should ask Christine.

Okay, look, what I said in the car,

I wasn't suggesting that Christine knew more than us.

No, I mean we should ask Christine.

She's over there on the bench.

Followed us all the way from Verity's.

I'm sorry, Christine's spying on us?

Seems like it. Let's give her a show.

In fact, let's see how lethal the Tennis Tutor really is.

Okay, give me some balls.

But you don't have a racket.

Don't care. Aim at the torso.

I don't want to.

Come on, babe! Come on!

Just so you know, I really don't want to do this.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Bring it.

[Machine beeps]

Oh! Sorry! Missed.

Sorry!

Aim it at me.It won't let me.

Come on. Keep it straight.

I can't. It's random. Sorry, sorry.

Crank it up.

Oh! Oh! I'm sorry.

Is that the highest speed it's got?

Yes.

Okay, turn it off. Turn it off.

[Machine beeps]

Think she enjoyed the entertainment?

You know, there are easier ways to solve a crime

than turning the murder weapon on yourself.

Yeah. But not as much fun.

Reuben: As usual, I saved my very best table

just for you.

Well, she might need a cushion.

So, what are you trying to say about my new chairs?

Never mind that, Reuben.

So, flat white and two lattes to go, please.

Admit it. That one on the tushy stings, huh?

Nevertheless, hardly a fatal blow.

Yeah, and I had the machine cranked up to the highest speed.

You know, players like Federer have been clocked

at serving more than 200 kilometers per hour.

Do you think somebody could have served the ball

and hit Griff?

They'd have to have superhuman aim.

Also, Griff had the gates locked.

Nobody else was on the courts.

Hey, did you just order three coffees?

Yes, I did.

I think it's time I met the competition.

[Gasps]

Do you mind?!

First rule of surveillance, Christine.

Never leave the doors unlocked.

I just thought I should introduce myself.

Alexa Crowe, formerly with the Australian Police,

lives with one Madison Feliciano and a ginger cat.

Hobbies include sourdough-bread baking

and helping homicide division with their inquiries.

Do you want me to go on?

It's a pretty impressive deep dive.

You don't know the name of the cat, though.

I'm working on it.

I don't have a hacker on my payroll like you do.

Oh, please. Madison is not a hacker.

She is a highly trained data analyst.

Potato, po-tah-to.

Must be convenient having her access all areas

police intelligence pass.

Why are you still working for Verity Springfield?

I'm sure that Griff is no longer sleeping around.

Well, somebody killed Griff. Verity wants answers.

Well, not me or Madison.

Well, obviously, you're not a suspect. I'm just --

Trying to figure out what we know...

which means you don't have any leads.

Oh, I do. But I don't want you messing

with my lines of inquiry.

Which is very fancy police talk

for a woman whose office appears to be the back seat

of their station wagon.

I do spend a lot of time in my car, yes.

Well, it's all those very expensive stakeouts.

A picture's worth a thousand words.

I took these yesterday.

Now, it turns out all those weekly credit-card charges

weren't for sports massages.

Ooh-la-la. [Laughs]

I took that one with a telephoto lens.

Wait a minute.

[Laughs]

All right. You're a regular David Attenborough.

I do love capturing the cheetah in his natural habitat.

So, you must have a lot of happy, unhappy customers.

[Laughs]

What have you got on Griff Springfield?

Know this woman?

It's Taylor Perkins, Griff's star player.

I've already discussed this with Christine.

And?

[Sighs] Poor, wee Taylor.

Look, I don't know what happened, and I don't care.

Well, you certainly spent a lot of cash on a private eye

for a woman who doesn't care.

Well, it was already over, wasn't it?

When I hired Christine, it didn't matter what she found.

The fact is, I hired her. It's not what a happy wife does.

Why didn't you call time on the marriage?

Well, I intended to,

but before I could get around to it, Griff was dead.

Which kind of leaves you better off.

Well, divorce, you get half.

Death, you don't have to share.

[Laughs]

You think I was after his money?

Everything you see here was already mine.

Mr. Hotshot Coach brought zero to this marriage.

But what would he leave with?

Nothing but a jockstrap and a can of balls.

It's called a prenup, darling. Mine was airtight.

So, the night Griff died, you were here.

With Christine.

She'd come over with her case report.

Stayed for dinner.

I know how this looks, all right?

Just digging up the tennis court, hiring a P.I.

But Griff was a lying, philandering prick

with no regard for me or my feelings.

I won't pretend.

I won't play the grieving widow for anyone.

Verity is a Gibson, as in the media-magnate Gibsons,

which makes her heir to one of New Zealand's larger fortunes.

And according to this profile, she's made

a ton of her own money, too.

And a locked-and-loaded prenuptial agreement.

Watertight.

Griff was definitely going to be the loser, not her.

You know what bothers me is that if Christine P.I.

is so good at her job,

how come the only picture she managed to get

of Griff and Taylor

are of a fully clothed hug at the tennis club?

She looks kind of upset here. Maybe they were breaking up?

Yeah, I agree something's going on.

I don't think it was an affair.

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Wish I had your backhand.

Just practice 7 hours a day, 365 days a year,

I'm sure it'll come naturally to you, too.

You're Taylor Perkins?

Yeah, I saw you play that match to the death,

over four hours straight

down at Stanley Street against Karolina Pliskova, right?

That was, um, that was two years ago.

Amazing.

The last time I played in an ITF tournament.

I've been out with an injury.

Really?

Well, it must be major to have kept you from competing so long.

Yeah, well, did my rotator cuff,

and I kept reinjuring it.

And it must be tough to come back without the coach

that you've been working with for so long.

I'm Alexa,

and I want to talk to you about Griff Springfield's death.

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[Typing on keyboard]

[Scoffs]

She was spying on us?

Isspying on you.

That's her P.I. over there on the bleachers.

Well, actually, she could be spying on me right now,

but she definitely took those pictures.

And so, Verity thought that Griff and I were...

But he was old enough to be my father.

Strangely, that doesn't seem to be off-putting to some men.

Well, it is to me.

Griff was my coach since I was nine,

youngest-ever player to top an ITF.

I won the nationals at 18. That was all Griff.

Well, surely it had a little bit to do with you.

I just -- I can't believe that Verity would think...

You know, Griff was like a dad to me.

Now he's gone, and I'm supposed to be making this big comeback.

What about your new coach, Callum?

He's useless. Griff used to call him "Mr. Soft Serve."

Taylor, what's going on in these pictures?

You seem upset.

I wasn't coping with training that day.

I was weak. I needed to step up.

Griff said that to you?

That's the coach's job.

Did he ever push you too hard?

He made me a winner. It's called "tough love."

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[Camera shutter clicks]

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Oh, h-hello.

Um, I was here yesterday checking out the club.

Is this where I join up?

No, you don't join up in the head coach's office.

Oh, okay. Cause I thought, um, there might be a form,

you know, to join in here. That's what I was looking for.

Yeah. Registration's downstairs.

Great. I'll, uh, go straight there and sign my life away.

It's very exciting.

Wait. Hold on.

Beryl's off sick today, so I'll have to do it.

Oh, great. Yeah.

We take credit card, cash, or bank transfer. Follow me.

Well, I'm now a member of the Kingston Racquets Club.

Whoa, what did you do?! Buy shares?

And it's nonrefundable.Ha ha!

Leave you alone for five minutes.

It might have been worth it. I think I found something.

Trash file on Griff's computer was completely empty.

Oh, so, by finding something, you mean nothing.

It was emptied two days after Griff died.

So, somebody came back and cleaned it up.Mm-hmm.

And I found this in Callum's desk drawer.

Oh! [Laughing] Oh-oh-oh!

[Humming]

And welcome back, deleted files.

It looks like they're all video clips.

Oh, great. Let's see them.

Bring popcorn. There's a lot of them,

and they all seem to be the same thing.

Right.

It looks like Griff was recording her training sessions

as a way to help her.

Griff: Square your stance. Be ready.

You're not reacting fast enough.

It's normal enough.

I don't think anyone would be deleting "normal."

What else you got?

Griff: Come on! Get forward. Attack!

Okay. Hello.

Recover and attack! Come on, Taylor!

What was that?! Come on!

Aah!

Oh!

Come on. Don't be a loser.

Come on, Taylor!

Pick yourself up and get forward.

Oh.

Pick yourself up and get going!

That's enough, Griff. Leave her alone.

I run this club.

Don't tell me how to train my athletes.

This isn't training. This is abuse. Okay?

You're an old dinosaur. Oh, yeah? Really,

Mr. Summer Holiday Program? Get your hand off my --

Callum!

Don't touch me! Stop! Callum! Stop!

Callum: Get away!

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In Callum's desk drawer, you say?

Mm-hmm.

Well, so much for Mr. Soft Serve.

Harry: Yeah, the bruise at the base of the neck

is consistent with a billiard ball.

Where did you say you found it again?

Callum's desk drawer.

And Callum was the one who found Griff's body.

Yeah, we looked at him at the time, but he had an alibi.

Until now, we've had no reason to add him to the list.

Well, if you look at that video,

there's no love lost between him and Griff.

You know, top players like Taylor Perkins,

they bring in a lot of money to coaches.

That's motive right there.

Coach gets 10% of whatever the player earns.

Madison: Hey!

Serena Williams pulled in $130 million.

So, you do the math.Tennis fan, huh?

Serena fan.[Chuckles]

So, if Griff dies, then what happens to his star player?

She's automatically handed over to Griff's 2IC, Callum.

Not to mention all the up-and-coming players

that Callum's inherited. He's running the show now.

Madison, I think it's time

we put that tennis membership of yours to use.

Madison, welcome.Oh, I'm very excited.

Yeah. So, what level are you,

beginner, intermediate?Beginner.

You know, the friend who referred me here

used to have lessons with Griff Springfield.

That was tragic how he died.

Yeah, real sad.

Uh, so, let's get started, hmm?

I mean, the guy was a legend.

He must have learned so much from him.

[Chuckles] What, like what not to do?

Oh, you weren't a fan?

[Sighs] I just didn't like Griff's methods.

Okay, Madison, let's see what you can do, hmm?

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Mind if I interrupt?

Would it make a difference if I said yes?

No. I just want to show you something.

Griff: Recover and attack! Come on, Taylor!

What was that? Come on!

Ah! Aah!

Griff: Come on, Taylor, pick yourself up and get forward!

Doesn't look like you're having much fun.

No, training's not supposed to be fun.

No, you're a pro athlete. I get it.

There's a lot on the line. That doesn't excuse this.

No, Griff was a genius. I was lucky to have him.

Oh, I'm sure he convinced you

that you were nothing without him.

That's how it works, right? It's all about control.

Taylor, this isn't tough love.

This isn't love at all.

I hear you coaching Taylor Perkins now.

She's a star, right?

She could be, yeah.

And was that always your ambition,

to coach someone like her?

You need to be moving your feet a bit more

before you hit the ball.

I hear that you were the one who found Griff's body.

What were you doing the night before?

Guitar lesson.

Oh, cool. And how long are the lessons?

An hour.

Do you usually talk this much?

How's Taylor feeling now? Are you guys getting on?

Whoa!

Lesson's over.

How did I do?

So, Callum's got quite the arm on him --

and quite the temper, too.

I didn't do anything to provoke him.

Well, only what I've seen you do a million times.

What's up?

Look at these hoardings.

They've got holes in them.

Well, it's a tennis court. Ball's probably hit them.

No. Check out the letters.

These I's are literally dotted.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Well, that's not random. That's target practice.

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Need a hand?

Oh, I'm fine.

I did a YouTube tutorial.

Well, that sounds like a lot of work.

I usually find that most people leave out a key.

Well, he's just asking to be broken into.

Investigated, Christine -- not broken into.

[Door closes]

So, why the sudden interest in Callum? What are you after?

Same as you -- looking for the murder weapon.

Oh, I already found that. Well, at least half of it.

So...what are you looking for, then?

I'll know it when I see it.

[Cellphone ringing]

What?

Hey, I've been going through Callum's hard drive,

and guess what?

I'm not exactly in a position to play charades. What is it?

He wasn't at guitar lessons that night.

His phone-location services place him at Verity's house.

Christine said that she was at Verity's.

She's her alibi.

Could all of them have been there?

Verity said that the meeting was about the case,

the spying-on-Griff case.

Callum wouldn't have been in on that.

So, what's going on?

I'll find out.

You were not at Verity's the night that Griff died.

No. No, I wasn't. I was on a stakeout

for another client.

Why'd you lie?

Oh, Verity was beside herself.

The cops were all over her. She needed a decent alibi.

I believe she had one.

Callum?

How would that look to the cops if they knew

that she was sleeping with someone else?

Are you absolutely certain that they were together

at Verity's doing the wild thing that night?

Well, that's what Verity tol...

Wait.

Do you think they both killed Griff together?

That never occurred to you?

Has Verity been playing me this whole time?

Callum is back!

That's inconvenient!

All right.

If it hadn't been for you, I would have been

in and out of here. Hey, just go. Get in.

Shh! Oh, God!

[Exhales]

[Footsteps approaching]

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♪♪

[Singing off-key] ♪ Tell me what

♪ Whatever happened to Tra...

♪ To Tra...

♪ Trace

♪ Well, tell me what...

♪ ...ever happened to Tracey

♪ Oh, tell me what

♪ Whatever happened to Tracey

Come on! Everybody now!

♪ So, tell me what, yeah

♪ Whatever happened to Tracey

Tracey couldn't take it anymore, and neither can I.

Have you ever considered guitar lessons?

Could make a world of difference.

No, no, no, the guitar lessons was his alibi --

clearly another porky.

What the hell are you doing in my wardrobe,

my -- my room, my house?!

Oh, very fair questions, Callum.

[Dialing cellphone]

Hello, police?

See? Friend of the cops, like I told you.

I still don't think you're allowed to hide

in someone's wardrobe without a warrant.

You know, if you can forgive me for that,

I'll forgive you for lying to the police

about where you were the night of Griff's murder.

[Snorts] What?

Yeah. You weren't at a guitar lesson, Callum.

I think that much is obvious.

You were with Griff's wife, Verity.

The question is, what were you two doing?

Well, what do you think?

Well, you could have been having sex,

or you could have been executing a plan

to murder a man using his own tennis-ball lau--

No, no. No. Okay? No. Absolutely not.

You hated Griff. He was bullying his players.

And everybody else.

Me just as much as them. He talked down to me.

He mocked me every chance he could.

So, I seduced his wife.

You deleted the video of you confronting Griff

on the court with Taylor that day.

Yeah, because it looked bad. I knew that.

Where did you get this?

Never seen that before.

Look, I haven't. [Sighs] Man!

That is the first time in my career

I have had the cops called on me.

You know, I find that very difficult to believe,

given all that wrist clicking and rattling and whatnot.

Anybody would think you never had to hide

in a wardrobe before.

What about her? Where's her warning?

Where's her trespass notice?I'll be getting that later.

I'll get there, folks.

I bet that's not all you get later.

Harry: Alexa? We'll talk.

You know...

if you weren't with Verity the night that Griff died,

then... you don't have an alibi.

I said I was working. I was on a stakeout.

Any proof of that? Witnesses?

[Laughing] No.

I wouldn't be very good at my job if anybody saw me.

But I was taking some pictures.

So, there are time codes on all the images, proving

that yes, I was outside a house on Cheshire Street

until dawn.

I'd like to see those pictures.

No. I think our days of being

in a buddy movie are over, don't you?

I'll be conducting my own investigation from now on.

Hey! Come on! There's no "I" in team.

No, but there's two in "Christine."

[Laughs]

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Oh, God!

Harry is so mad.

Yeah, great. Look.

This footage of Griff and Taylor,

there's something bothering me about it.

I just can't figure out what it is.

Obsessive -- if you're not careful, you'll end up like me.

Oh, hang on.

You remember when I was shooting the balls at you?

Well, you didn't shoot the balls at me

because the Tennis Tutor fires at random.

Yeah, you had to run to get hit,

but here, look.

Griff: What was that?! Come on!

Oh, he's targeting her.

Aah! Mm-hmm.

Which means the Tennis Tutor Launcher...

Is not the murder weapon!Mnh-mnh.

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Oh! Meaning to sort this all out. It's a mess.

Why didn't you just tell the police the truth,

that you were with Callum the night Griff died?

His cellphone places him here.

Look. Callum showed up uninvited.

He wanted to offer sympathy.

He understood how hard it had been for me

with the gossip about Griff's affair.

Why'd he do that? Are you friends?

Sure.

Friends who also sleep together.

All right. No, not friends.

He was just a hot, young coach, and it was only the once.

Good. Thank you.

So, Callum shows up out of the goodness of his heart.

One thing leads to another...

I don't have to apologize for it.

Callum says that he seduced you to spite Griff.

[Laughing] Well, that makes two of us.

For me, it was definitely a revenge bonk, nothing more.

So, why didn't you just tell the police the truth?

Oh, Christine said it was risky.

I was already in the line of fire, so to speak.

Well, look at that.

The Gator.

Was that not normally kept here?

No. This was Griff's.

He normally kept at the club. What's it doing here?

[Gator launching]

What the hell is that?

Oh, my!

This, my friend, is the Gator,

aka the other half of the murder weapon.

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My name is on this one three times.

The junior inter-club trophy.

How old were you when you first won it?

Eleven.

Yeah, it was my best friend's birthday party the day before.

God, I wanted to go so bad. Griff said no.

Oh, and I won this one at nationals.

Could barely hold my racket, my shoulder was hurting so much.

Played for three hours through that pain.

That's when you blew out your rotator cuff.

Cried like a baby.

And Griff, he said, "Harden up.

Stop sniveling."

He liked that word.

Show any pain, any weakness, and you were sniveling.

Why did I put up with it, Alexa?

Because you were a kid.

Taylor...tell me about the Gator.

What about it?

Well, that was the ball launcher

that you used all the time at training, right?

Not the Tennis Tutor.

The Tennis Tutor can only go up to 110 K.

Top players, they can serve at 170, even 200.

But the Gator's top speed was only 110.

Not after Griff messed with the settings.

I've got the bruises to prove it.

And he kept it here the whole time.

He never took it home?

No.

We never trained at his place.

Right.

Is it true that Verity is turning Griff's tennis court

into a rose garden?

I believe so.

[Scoffs]

[Cellphone beeps]

Mads? We've got to check an alibi.

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[Gasps]

Hi!

Hi. I'm Madison, Alexa's friend.

Yes, I know who you are.

Look, I hope I'm not being pushy,

but I'm a really big fan of your work.

No, seriously, there's nothing I hate more than a cheater.

And I'd really love to get into your line of work.

Would you consider giving me some advice?

Why don't you ask your friend Alexa?

In case you hadn't noticed, Alexa is a little bit lacking

in the people skills' department.

Well, since you mention it, not exactly mentor material.

I know, right?

[Both laugh]

Can I buy you a coffee?Sure.

So, in a nutshell, top tips.

What's the secret to your success?

Well, number one, be subtle.

Locked my keys in. [Laughs]

Christine: Two. You have to be highly organized.

Juggling multiple cases, systems are absolutely key.

Mm! Trust no one. Assume that everyone is a liar.

And you have to be alert.

You have to keep your wits about you at all times.

Excuse me, handsome. Which way to the ladies' room?

Uh, right through there.

Thank you.

Whoa! That's not cool.

Look, I'm not stealing. I'm just looking.

You can't do that. What if she comes back?

Nope. Not gonna watch.

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[Birds squawking]

Guess what?

You stole her camera?

Yeah. I want you to check something on it.

But the whole camera?

You could have just taken the memory card.

Just relax, Nana! She'll get it back.

Now, what special features does this thing have?

Wait. I got news.

I snooped into Christine's wallet

while she was in the loo.

And you give me grief about stealing her camera?

No, I just looked at the wallet. I didn't take it.

One's illegal, and the other is dodgy.

It's quite dodgy, yes, but there was a credit card

with a different name on it, Christine Kavorsky.

You run it through the police database?

Of course. Nothing came up, though.

So, I did a deep dive.

Dug up old school records for Christine Kavorsky.

Christine Knox is her married name.

Here's Christine Kavorsky

in a couple of old community-newspaper stories.

I'm not sure if they're relevant, though.

Look again, Madison.

Game, set, and match.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Ah, Christine!

I'm so glad you got my message.

What's this about?

Well, I've solved everything.

So, I just wanted you to be here

when I put it all in a box and stuck a bow on it.

Then, why didn't you just say that?

Are you still on Verity's payroll?

Because she's going to be very annoyed when she learns

that she's been paying the killer to catch the killer.

She's going to want a refund.

[Laughs]

Is that your big breakthrough?

That you think I killed Griff?

Yes.

And I think that you set your client up

to take the fall.

[Laughs]

You encouraged her to lie to the police,

and then you hid half the murder weapon at her house

and half right here in Callum's desk.

That's two suspects for one.

Alexa Crowe...

the great detective, except for the little detail

that I was nowhere near the crime scene that night.

I was on a stakeout, and I have proof of that.

You stole my camera?

Well, I needed to check your alibi,

which is that you were taking a lot of pictures

with that sucker,

looking for a wayward husband visiting his mistress.

[Camera shutter clicks]

And I must confess, I was a bit mystified at first

as to why you were taking all these photos of,

well, nothing happening, and then I realized,

well, it's not about the images, is it?

It's about the time code.

Your camera has a time-lapse function.

You set it up to snap pictures every 15 minutes...

[Camera shutter clicks]

...while you went to pay Griff a visit.

♪♪

My job is to catch cheating husbands.

Killing them is hardly a great business model.

You never saw any evidence of Griff cheating.

You saw something else...

something much more triggering.

The brutal way Griff treated Taylor?

It brought your own demons rushing back for you.

Gymnastics was your passion, and you were good at it.

Olympic material, apparently.

Back when you were Christine Kavorsky,

not Christine Knox.

The dream ended one day when you broke both your wrists

on a dismount from the uneven bars.

But the coach made you carry on.

And so, the damage never had a chance to heal.

And the pain and the weakness ended your career.

But it stuck with you to this day.

And I found the wrist guards in your car.

So, a ruined childhood dream.

You think that's enough, do you?

For me to kill someone?

Maybe not on its own.

I mean, the rage and the hurt that a coach

would push you too hard and then discard you like trash?

Well, you've been carrying that around a long time.

But you saw it happening again.

And you saw it happening to someone else...

to Taylor Perkins.

You knew Griff's routine by now.

He was alone at the club that night, packing up.

You turn Griff's machine on him

and gave him a taste of his own medicine.

Tennis ball bruises, but a billiard ball,

shot to the point of the neck to strike the carotid artery?

Fatal.

What would you have done?

Huh? Would you have walked away?

Would you have let that poor girl suffer?

We idolize these men because they make us believe

we are nothing without them.

Our talent, our wins -- they just take them from us.

They take and they take until we're broken

and the money's gone and the hope is gone.

And then they're gone, too, on to the next poor,

wretched, talented child to do it all over again.

Oh, my God,

there's other ways to have gone about that, Christine.

You? You could have been a powerhouse.

You could have spoken up for other child athletes like you

and like Taylor Perkins.

Griff was a monster and a parasite.

Tell me he didn't get what he deserved.

Rule number one, Christine.

You hate the game, not the player.

♪♪

♪♪

So, why are we back at the scene of the crime?

Because I paid a bomb for this membership,

and I'm getting my money's worth.

Oh!

♪ We climbed a mountain right to the top ♪

♪ And waited for the sun to rise ♪

Whoa!

Yes! 40-love! In your faces!

Oh, that's great sportsmanship.

Oh, you've had enough, bro?

I don't know who this new Madison is,

but I love her.

I guess you guys want a drinks break now, huh?

Not a chance.

Actually, how about that drink?

Alexa: You can quench your thirst on my serve, bro.

Oh!

All right, no more Mr. Nice Guys.

Bring it on.

♪ Wherever you are, that's where I want to be ♪

♪ I wanna be with you

♪ Near or far, that's where I'm gonna be ♪

♪ I wanna be with you

♪ Wherever you are, that's where I want to be ♪

♪ I wanna be with you

♪ Near or far, that's where I'm gonna be ♪

♪ I wanna be with you

♪♪

♪ Yeah

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Oh

♪♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm

♪ Yeah-he-he

♪ Ooh-ooh