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Why are you here?

Am I boring you? Am I?

Where's your mum?

Where's your mum?

I see you've made a friend.

Oh, you know me. Always collecting strays.

So, uh, what have you got?

A murdered Maltese, a kidnapped Kelpie, a Labradoodle with a grudge. Not quite.

We have a Coral Belton. She invented an eco -friendly floor polish and made

millions. But six weeks ago, she was found dead at the bottom of her stairs.

She died of a broken neck, conducive to a fall, probably caused by her crazy

high heels.

Looks like she was literally a victim of fashion.

Coral recently separated from her husband. They were in a bitter custody

over Francis.

Let's go with a Francis.

She drank the PBA glue.

Well, this Francis isn't a child.

He's a red retriever. Yeah, that's not her.

Coral had custody, but now she's dead. Francis lives with the ex -husband. His

name is Doug Belton, the struggling entrepreneur.

Blimsy alibi.

Said he was out jogging.

Now, a neighbor heard Coral call for Francis at 8 p .m., and she was found

the next morning.

Coroner puts time of death at 8 .30 p .m., give or take.

Now, when Coral was found, the dog was missing, but the gate was shut.

There was no way he could have escaped.

Well, unless the dog got out when someone else was coming in or leaving.

Exactly. Francis showed up at an animal shelter early the next morning, dropped

off by someone who didn't want to come in.

Oh, a dog -loving killer, right.

Any security footage?

Horrible quality.

There's someone there, but we can't get a good image. So, you can't pin it on

the ex -husband?

Not yet, but I thought my friend Alexa might be able to help us on the final

scrape. You think Doug Belton killed his wife for a dog?

How far would you go for the pet you love?

Touché. All right, Coral Belton.

Did you fall or were you pushed?

Wouldn't you forget?

Is

it wrong to

admire a dead woman's shoes?

She made Francis wear shoes too, to protect her expensive floors.

So why was she wearing razor -sharp heels?

Okay, there's no sign of forced entry, so the killer must have talked their way

in or had a key, but if the house and the gate were secure... Then how did

Francis escape, and how did he turn himself in at the animal shelter?

And I'll go... No, no, no, no. Too dangerous.

You go anywhere near that animal shelter, you're going to come home with

kitten or a lost bunny or a dog. I will not.

Just remember, childhood does not play well with others.

Who's that, Francis?

Who's that?

Doug Belton.

That. That.

Good boy.

I'm Alexa Crowe. I'm investigating the death of your ex -wife, Coral. I can't

talk right now. I've got to walk my dog.

Perfect. Because regular exercise gives me bright eyes and a very healthy coat.

Can you tell me about it?

We'd been married three years, one good one, then her business took off.

Difficult when one of you suddenly becomes a millionaire.

Money changes people.

But now you get to keep all the money.

Can you tell me about your relationship recently?

It was amicable.

I heard you were at one another's throats.

She was being unreasonable.

Is that why you pushed her down the stairs?

No, her death was an accident.

I didn't push Coral down any stairs, despite the fact that she was keeping my

dog out of spite.

Well, lucky for you, somebody found Francis and took him to the animal

Kindness of strangers, eh?

What I want to know is, how did Francis get through a locked security gate?

Are we done here?

Come on, Francis.

Come on.

I've always wanted a puppy, but my flatmate's more of a cat person.

Well, I mean, dogs aren't an accessory just to put in your handbag. They're not

just for Christmas or Easter or Matariki.

They're for life.

I needed to find out who dropped off Francis, the red retriever, on the 14th.

I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to divulge that kind of information.

For a police investigation.

Yeah, but are you the police?

Not exactly, but I am investigating a murder and the dog could be with the

killer right now. What? Yeah, a dog's life could be in danger. Why didn't you

say that in the first place? Oh,

here you go, here you go.

So, was it the 14th you said?

Uh, yes, yes.

There's no record of who dropped the dog off, but we checked the microchip and

we did call a Douglas Belton, 10 .03am, came to pick the dog up.

10, 17.

Wow, that was quick.

Oh, just right here. No, no, no, I meant that Doug picked up Francis quickly,

considering he lives about half an hour away.

Look, I know that the police have already checked out your security camera

footage, but I'd love another look.

And to take this puppy home.

You know, Doug didn't seem too caught up about Carl's death.

And he'd clearly do anything for a dog.

My friend at the animal shelter is going to send the CCTV footage for another

look. Apparently it's really poor quality, but sure, Doug's definitely

something.

I mean, I would kill for this house.

No, we cannot get a dog.

How did you know I was going to say that?

Ooh.

Not a mark on it.

Which means there's no way that Coral was wearing these when she fell.

You know, Doug has a key, a motive, and a flimsy alibi. He could have let

himself in, pushed her, and then put the stilettos on her to make it look like

an accident.

Presto. He has his precious dog and millions of dollars.

Prick that.

Oh, Coral had amazing taste.

The CCTV.

Someone dropping Francis to the shelter.

He knows the camera's there.

I've seen those hand signals before.

You dropped Francis at the animal shelter after Coral was killed.

Why would I drop my own dog on there? And then you picked him up again.

There was CCTV, Doug. You had a starring role.

Okay, okay, I took Francis.

But Coral was alive when I left. I heard her calling out for Francis just as we

got through the gate.

Is that yours?

Please go on.

I was surprised because I thought she was still on holiday. The next day when

found out she was dead, I panicked.

I thought it might look like I did something.

It does.

It looks like you pushed her downstairs, stole the dog and left him at the

animal shelter to cover your tracks. I didn't go in the house.

I thought that random dog sitter was there.

Random dog sitter? The weirdo she hired off the internet.

Coral's laptop is very clean.

Did Harry say anything about a dog sitter?

She departed days before Coral died and Doug never mentioned it to police, then

why would he?

Oh, here we go. I found her.

Bailey Brown, the best dog and house sitter in town.

I know that retriever. Hey, Alexa, do you think the dog sitter could be our

lead?

Thanks for seeing us, Bailey.

Coral was so nice.

It's awful what happened to her.

I love your dress.

Thanks. I love your job. I love hearing details about Coral Belton.

She was at an off -the -grid retreat.

No phone, no internet. My idea of hell, to be honest.

She had to come home early, but this gig popped up, so I moved in here.

Where's the dog you're looking after now?

Around here somewhere.

Pedro!

Anyway, next day Coral tripped and fell down the stairs.

Horrific.

Did many people know she'd come home early? I'm not sure.

Can you think of anyone who'd want Coral dead?

What? I didn't really know her.

Oh my God.

Her ex -husband. Why do you say that?

He turned up at the house one day.

Real aggro.

She said he was going to take Francis.

I had to use all my dog -sitting skills to get rid of him. What did you do? I

said, look, there's someone behind you, and I slammed the door in his scary

face.

She said I was scary.

She was the one screaming at the door, waving a cricket bat.

Why would she do that?

How do I know?

I didn't even know Cora was away until then, and I've got proof that I couldn't

have killed her.

When I said I was jogging, I wasn't.

Yeah? I have a receipt from a petrol station.

I could stop off and get some dog food after I retrieved Frances.

So you never yelled at Bailey?

Well, I might have. I thought she was Coral at first.

They had the same hair.

You know, to the casual observer, it might seem like Bailey's passing off

Coral's half as her own.

Looks like Bailey's living her best life.

Living someone else's life.

Now that someone else is dead.

Oh, whoa, that's the robe that Coral was wearing the night she died, right?

You know, Bailey was supposed to be at the house that night.

No one knew that Coral came home early.

Same dark hair, same belt, same clothes.

Coral wasn't the intended murder. Victim Bailey was.

Do you think Coral was murdered because of me?

How many people knew that you were staying at her?

My social media wasn't exactly very subtle.

Can you think of anyone who'd want to hurt you?

There was that lady that yelled at me at the dog park just for petting her half

-an -ease.

Oh, my God.

Am I still in danger?

You're in a new house that you hopefully haven't posted from. Yeah, I've been

doing that thing where you disappear from social media for a while and then

back rebranded, you know? Just lay low and leave it to us, all right?

Absolutely. Anything you say.

I don't think Bailey's much of a dog sitter.

All her reviews are five stars.

Should Carl's laptop do that?

It's a notification.

Prospero. Some kind of elite dating service?

So Coral was looking for love?

Can you pull up her profile?

Weird. It says she went on four dates in Auckland when she was in Bali.

I think lookalike Bailey was borrowing more than clothes.

So Bailey pretended to be Coral to get access to this millionaire's dating

service. And any one of those dates could be our killer.

This is something that Bailey should have mentioned.

I'll go.

It looks expensive.

Oh, see.

The owner inferred that I make myself at home.

Speaking of, you were using Coral's Prospero account.

Okay, so the doggy cam was on the laptop, which obviously I need access

And then all these notifications kept pinging, matching her with all these hot

millionaires. I mean, what's a girl to do, right?

I just felt like a free steak.

Or four.

How much is it to sign up with Prospero?

Thousands. Why are you thinking of joining?

Not me.

I don't need to join a dating service. Well, you do if you want to interview

potential killers.

Oh, and they offer one -on -one date coaching.

Everything all good, lady?

No. Business as usual then? Coffee?

Two.

You need two existing members to authenticate you.

I'll use Coral's profile for one.

Just work your medicine magic on the other. But first, some window shopping

the next Mr.

Alexa Crow.

Millionaire holding a knife.

Millionaire holding a fish.

Millionaire holding a fish and a knife. What are these guys doing?

Making sushi.

Oh.

Um. Managing director, private equity, interests include chilling on my super

yacht, heli -skiing in Queenstown, and whining and dining beautiful lady.

Well, he sounds like a dick.

I will kill him.

Come on, it's not a crime to be looking for love.

You're not. You're looking for rich women.

Well, that's the kind of women I love.

So how did you get on Prospero? You have to be a millionaire authenticated by

other millionaires? Yeah, but it's 90 % women, isn't it? So they make it easy

for the men to join up.

Oh, wait. We have to prove our net worth and any old gamma goober like him can

jump on? Oi, that's hurtful.

Can you authenticate Alexa?

Leave some positive feedback so she looks legit.

Hmm, that's a bit wrong on a whole lot of levels, isn't it?

It's for a case.

Oh, a case? Who's doing the deceiving now, then? These poor blokes come along.

In good faith, hoping to fall in love.

Please, hoping to fall into bed, not love.

And little do they know, you're not there for that, are you?

You don't know that.

I'm only going to ask you this once, Will.

Are you fleecing those wealthy women?

Oh, that's my aunt.

She just doesn't believe in me.

Will, password?

Ah, fine.

I don't feel good about this.

Bailey mentioned doggy camp. Have you checked it out?

Yeah, it's a subscription -based security system which keeps recordings,

it's password protected.

Piece of cake for you.

The camera inside someone's home, Alexa. If it was a piece of cake, no one would

use it.

Have you checked your email?

It's your timetable for today.

Look, I've set up the lunches at Ruben's, so you've got a bodyguard if

Look, I know you don't need, but I'm not sending you to a hotel room with any of

these guys, even though that's what two of them suggested.

Look on the bright side, we did make a pact to start dating. We did not.

Yeah, I said it was time to see who was out there and you agreed.

In my defense, I never listen to a word you say. And anyway, I think that I can

do better than dating murder suspects.

It's just we don't meet anyone else.

And anyway, all of these guys met up with Coral, a .k .a. Bailey, at least

So go on, get changed.

We really should have gotten you that one -on -one date coaching.

I will be charming, I promise.

What, you'll laugh at their jokes even when they're not funny?

I refuse to fake anything.

Whoa.

Night.

I mean, night day for it.

Yeah.

Table by the window, okay?

Good.

on me.

As if. This is my local. Tell him.

Well, everyone's welcome.

Yeah, well, I've got to come down here, all right?

Superyacht's parked over there.

Maud. What?

If you're going to be a big fat liar, at least get the terminology right. Your

superyacht is Maud.

Hey, Maud.

You're better than this, Will.

I'm really not.

Alexa, your first date is here.

First date? How many are there?

Thank you, Reuben.

All right, Reuben.

Cancel my Americano. I'm going to take Trishel, somewhere a little more

No offence.

None taken.

Good -looking girl.

Are we talking three -way?

Thank you.

Well, you're far too good -looking to need a dating service, Alexa.

Oh, gosh, I could say the same about you.

Fair, but my property empire just takes up so much of my time. Grimstone

Investments. You've heard of us, right?

I think so.

See, when I blew my knee at the all -black trial, I pivoted to property.

You know, perhaps my friend has heard of you. He's also a member at Prospero.

Coral Belton. Know her?

Uh, no.

Nope. Don't know Coral.

Ah, my man.

A bottle of your most expensive champagne.

Thanks, big boy.

Coming right up.

Alexa.

Idea.

How about we get that bubbly to go?

To your house?

More like a five -star hotel.

Why is your wife home?

You know, it goes on to say that Grimstone Investments is owned by your

-in -law and you just work there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is this?

Is this some kind of set -up?

You're friends with Coral. Of course it is. Thought you didn't know her.

You know what?

You'll be getting a one -star rating from me.

Thank you.

You good, Alexa?

Kirk already paid for that.

Were you out all night?

Good. I'm starving.

Um, Alexa, you didn't hook up with the murder suspect, did you?

I shared a bottle of free champagne with Ruben. We lost track of time. Oh.

Contestant number four, Kirk Maxwell.

Married, hair trigger temper, not a fan of Coral Belton, a .k .a. Ben.

I had dinner with Kirk a couple of times.

Anything more than that?

We went to a hotel twice.

Did you know he was almost an All Black? Did you know he was married?

Not at first, but once I did, I was out. I don't do homewrecker.

He, um... He went psycho.

Threatened to kill me.

You didn't think to mention this before, do you?

I blocked it out.

He was really scary.

He sent me this.

I know where you live.

I'm sorry. I definitely should have told you. Any other critical details you'd

like to share? Oh, it's a little bit bad.

I may have asked for a teensy bit of hush money.

You tried to blackmail him?

I was being a good feminist, teaching a cheater a lesson.

Thank you, Bailey. You've been very helpful.

Are you going to arrest Kirk?

I'm thinking more like a second date.

Oh, hello.

Can I help you?

Yes. Is Kirk Maxwell here, please? And you are?

Alexa Crowe.

Kirk, remember me?

Sorry, how do you know my husband?

How do we know each other?

Alexa is our new investor, babe.

It's not what it says on my profile.

I'm running late for a meeting.

You go.

Love you.

Good luck.

Hey, what the hell are you doing here?

If Sloane finds out anything at all, my life is over. Well, you should stop

cheating on her then.

I'm investigating Coral Belton's murder.

Murder? Didn't she fall down some stairs? It's looking like she was

And you think I did that? You think I killed Coral?

I think you did.

And you didn't.

Now this is Coral Belton.

No, it's not. I've never seen this woman in my life.

But it's her.

Yeah, that's her.

No, this woman was only pretending to be Carl Belton.

And when she figured out that you were married, you sent her threatening texts

to keep her quiet.

What's the matter, Kirk?

You pushed the wrong brunette down the stairs.

I'm not talking to you without my lawyer.

Well, your wife turns out to be the best divorce lawyer in Auckland.

So we call her back.

I think... that you...

should leave.

So, Kirk definitely won't be leaving any positive feedback on my prosperous

profile. Yeah, forget him. What exactly happened with Ruben last night?

Oh, that'll be Sloane Grimstone Maxwell.

You can't possibly know that.

Sloane Grimstone Maxwell.

Welcome. Did you notice that I slowed down at the orange light so you wouldn't

lose me?

Oh, right.

She followed you.

Are you having an affair with my husband?

No.

No, I'm not.

But he is on a dating service called Prospero.

He was matched to a woman called Coral Belton, who died under suspicious

circumstances.

Kirk slept with this Coral woman?

Well, he thinks that he did, but actually it was her dog, Walker,

be her.

You're telling me my husband is so stupid he can't even have an affair

When Bailey found out Kirk was married, she did the right thing and broke it

off. And then she did the wrong thing by trying to blackmail him.

That'll be why he asked for a loan from my family trust.

Kirk doesn't have access to my accounts. He can't be trusted with money.

Or anything else, it seems.

Are you okay?

I'm going to take Kirk apart piece by piece.

You'll never know what hit him.

Sloane, is Kirk capable of murder?

To save his marriage?

To save his lifestyle, you mean.

Clearly, I don't know what my husband is capable of.

Think she already knew her husband was cheating?

Well, she's smart and he wasn't exactly subtle.

Either way, it seems I've got a third date with a dirty dog.

Go away.

Haven't you ruined my life?

Enough.

Bailey was blackmailing you.

And you had everything to lose. That's some serious motive, Kurt.

No, I have lost everything thanks to you.

Are you threatening me like you did Bailey?

You mean the little scammer?

Pretending to be someone she wasn't? Huh? Who got 20 grand out of me? You

her. Yeah, with a loan from Sloane's dad, which he's now called in. How am I

supposed to pay that back with no job?

How?

You know, Kirk, you haven't lost everything.

You've still got your freedom.

But if you need new dig, the corrections could help you out. So where were you

the night that Coral Belton was pushed down the stairs in her home?

Landry Towers.

I've got a hotel.

Anyone can verify that? No, I don't know her name. I met her in a bar.

So no.

I had photos.

But I had to delete them.

They've flown if I found out.

There's no way to get them back.

I got a friend who might be able to help you with that.

Matt!

I have got a fun gig for you.

Kirk's given me access to his phone, which means that we've got... Alexa!

Thank you so much. I'm so grateful.

Now that Kirk knows he got the wrong person, Bailey was feeling a bit scared.

So I put Pedro in a boarding kennel. And we have a house guest.

Well, I'm glad you're here, Bailey. You never mentioned that you got 20 grand

out of Kirk.

Well, he actually paid.

I don't check that account because there's never any money in it.

Maybe he killed Coral thinking he could get that money back.

He reckons he's got an alibi.

Can you prove that?

You're about to.

Deleted photos from the Landry Towers Hotel and... Go.

You can hack phones.

Oh, no. We don't say hack.

We ever say hack.

Okay, but not everyone has your nerve. Deal, Alexa.

Still keen on having a murder suspect staying in my house.

Suspect? Since when? Bailey was the intended victim.

Or is that just what she wants to think?

All I see is a tangled web, and that woman out there is at the center of all

it.

Hey. Hey.

You didn't want to meet at your place?

Oh, Madison's invited a potential murder suspect to her sleepover.

So you think this Bailey person isn't as innocent as she looks?

I can't figure out if she's really smart or really dumb.

But we're on our way to confirming that Kirk Maxwell has an alibi.

Why would the dog sit and murder Coral? It doesn't make sense.

Hang on a sec.

Oh, great. This will be Kirk's photo.

Okay.

Rock sorted alibi.

Nice.

Oh.

Madison hacked into the doggy cam footage. I had no idea she could do

Well, we don't say hi. Oh, let's see.

And that's Carl in bare feet.

And look.

That's got to be the killer.

In fancy slippers.

What? The killer was the woman? Oh, my God.

Kirk's wife?

Lauren already knew that Kirk was cheating on her. So she went to confront

and things got heated.

Why don't you two look into her?

I've got a few loose ends of the time here.

What does look into room mean? We don't have to talk to her, do we? She sounds

terrifying. We'll just look around, see what we can find.

I'll get my coat. I want to look the part, right?

Is there an alibi while you're at it?

Really? Is that a curiosity?

Good note.

Thanks.

I can't believe you can hack someone's door code like that.

We don't say hack.

What other fun stuff do you get to do?

I get to ask questions like, where were you the night of the murder?

Where were you the night of the murder?

Oh, me.

I was dog -sitting that cutie Pedro.

I took heaps of pictures.

I'll all have the date and time and stuff. Great.

Oh, here we go. I'm going to make a copy of the files on the computer.

What are you hiding, Bailey Brown?

Hey.

You're going through medicine stuff, are you? Of course not. I've got a house

gift.

Well, you're going through house gift stuff. Remind me to stay with you.

Talk to Shell.

She wants to invest 300K in a little start -up I've told her about.

All right.

Landscaping business.

I work all hours and break my back. I'm left with five things.

It's called an honest living.

I think I'm my father's son.

Come on. The only reason you're any good at what you do is because you bend the

rules.

All right. Maybe grifting is what I'm good at.

You're not your father's son.

You're my brother.

Where do you find that?

Rightly through someone's stuff. Well, guess what? I don't think she's supposed

to have it. Yeah.

Why'd you come here?

Say hi?

Before you decide to never talk to me again?

No, you came here so I could talk you out of it.

We'll check Sloane's calendar for the night of the murder.

Says she was at Shirley's gym.

Really?

Hello?

Medicine. Oh, I got lost. This house is huge.

She's got a walk -in wardrobe.

Help me out here.

Okay, what are we looking for?

These are divine.

Can I try them on?

Absolutely not.

Oh, my.

Recognize these?

Oh, my God.

Doggy cam.

Bailey, Bailey, Bailey.

Oh, you are long dead.

Play it. Gosh, yeah, right.

I swear to the light again, my heart.

Let's see you afford to catch me now.

Yeah. We found something.

Hmm.

Sloane did it.

The doggy cam slippers, hidden at the back of her wardrobe.

Plus, she came home while we were there. And slashed all Kirk's clothes with

this massive knife. Yeah, and took them all outside and started a bonfire.

Amazing work.

My new career.

Girls detective.

Or just detective.

What?

Bailey never returned Kowalski.

Well, she must have forgotten.

I mean, she's not the most reliable, but... And you two were together the

time it was.

Alexa, I checked Sloane's alibi.

Shirley's gym.

And guess what?

I can't find it online anywhere.

Shirley's gym doesn't exist.

Case closed. Anything?

Of course, Sloane didn't know I was cheating.

I was careful.

I hate to break it to you, but both Bailey and I found out you were married

pretty quickly.

Could she have figured out where Bailey Corll lived?

Uh, yes.

And Sloane goes to Shirley's gym every Wednesday.

Oh.

Yeah, sometimes.

Twice a week.

Does she ever stay late?

Yeah.

Oh, hey, you're going to the gym. Shirley's gym. The one that doesn't

Bit of a bonfire.

I had a moment recently, but I'm feeling much better now.

I know that you knew your husband was cheating.

No comment.

Did you accidentally kill Coral Belton thinking she was Bailey?

Where do you go every Wednesday?

Come with me and find out.

Up to you.

What a play.

You'll love it.

Hey Shirley.

Hello love.

Shirley too.

Is that Alexa's rope?

Chowder doesn't seem to like me much.

I'm cloaking myself in her scent.

It's a pet sitting trick.

Can we go out for lunch?

Sure.

Shirley, I like your service.

Hey, can I ask you to look something up, please?

Wednesday the 13th, about 8 .30pm.

We're flown here.

I'm here every Wednesday night.

Yes, you are.

So, Alexa, if you're police, can I report a break -in? I'm not police.

Anything taken?

No, something was left behind, though.

Oh, my God.

I've got a new house -sitting gig for next month.

You have to come and visit.

Hey, did you end up sending those photos of where you were the night Coral died?

I forgot.

I'll do it now.

Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'll grab you another one. I'm so sorry. No, it's fine.

I'll just dry it under the hand dryer.

Jeez.

Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. No, that's okay.

I'm eating your shell.

Was that your health kit?

Yeah, Bailey Brown.

Except according to this, she's actually Betty Snowden. I hate it when Alexa's

right. Yeah, me too.

Now I'll have to call her and let her say, oh, I told you so. Madison, Betty

Bailey just took off.

Without her phone, it would be bad.

Hello? What's wrong?

Bailey's gone and she's taking chowder.

Shout out?

Just give me my cat carefully. Stay back, Alexa.

You don't know me. I know that you murdered someone to save your own skin.

I know that you used your job to gain access to rich people's homes and help

yourself to their lives.

I mean, careful not to go too far, not to get caught, right?

I bet you couldn't believe your luck when you got access to Coral's dating

service. All those lonely millionaires to take advantage of.

And Coral's profile picture was just artsy enough to be mistaken for you.

For what?

I grifted a couple of rich losers. It doesn't make me a murderer.

But then you dated Kirk.

Yeah, you messed around with the wrong married guy, didn't you?

See, he'd do anything to keep hold of his wife's money.

So he paid you 20 grand to shut you up.

Except you went back for more and tried to squeeze him. And that's when Kirk got

nasty. And when he threatened you, you felt genuinely afraid. You didn't know

what to do.

Until Doug showed up and he mistook you for Coral.

Well, then you knew.

You knew how to get Kirk off your back.

You still had Coral's key.

You let yourself into her house. And you shoved her down the stairs, making it

look like an accident.

Bullshit!

I liked Coral, but you liked being alive better.

So you used her.

You used her to stop the threats.

Stop living in fear.

And it worked.

The harassment stopped. Kirk thought that the woman who was blackmailing him

fallen down some stairs and died. Sloane did it.

She did it.

So why aren't you going hard after her, huh?

Because you planted your slippers in her wardrobe.

Nice try. I'll give you that.

Do you know what it's like to grow up poor, Alexa?

Yeah, I do.

And so did Carl.

She's the foster kid who built her business from scratch, and you come

and you just take it. No, I said stay back, or Chowder takes a dip.

Give me that cat. No.

You put my cat down right now. Call your cop buddies and tell them that Sloan

killed Coral out of jealousy. When I know I'm safe, I'll give back Chowder,

Bailey Brown will be gone, never to be seen again. Not going to happen. What

I throw him in? Right here in the deep end, and while you're fishing him out,

I'll be gone. If my cat gets wet, you're going to regret it. Hey, Kitty.

Bailey Brown, get out of the pool, please.

Oh, yeah, come on in and get me this.

Someone's going to have to go in and get her.

Dag's not.

All right, little guy, let's get you home, huh?

Madison will be worried.

I'm really sorry, Alexa. I shouldn't have trusted Bailey.

Look, when you've got a family of con artists, you learn to spot them.

Spotted. On me to outside.

Hey, man. Hey.

So?

Huh? Have you come to say goodbye?

Eh? You taking the money and running?

No, actually.

I called things off with Rochelle.

Told her she should pursue other investments.

Great.

And you deleted your Prospero profile?

Oh, come on, Seth.

Oh,

fine. All right, man.

Never used to have a conscience.

It's no fun.

Hey, Madison and I are about to go out and have some fun. You want to tag

Is it something wholesome like mini golf or timber bowling?

Hard pass.

Not even close.

Come dig me.

This is unlike any quiz night that I've ever been to. Like all of LinkedIn in

one room.

Don't take too long. Fighting games are about to begin.

Four monsters competing for money and love. You know what that sounds like to

me, Baxter?

A very solid motive for murder.

I forgot how intense you could be.

Only when I feel like someone's hiding something from me. I've been kicked out.

They thought I was cheating.

I'm the one who asked the questions, Baxter.

She's the only one that I've ever actually been scared of.