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- Why are you here?

Am ?

Where's your mum? Eh?

Where's your mum? Where is she?

- 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.

- Ah, looks like she was literally
a victim of fashion.

- Coral recently separated
from her husband.

They were in a bitter
custody battle over Francis.

- Went to school with a Frances.

She drank the PVA 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.
He's a struggling entrepreneur.

Flimsy alibi ―
said he was out jogging.
- Mm.

Now, a neighbour heard Coral
call for Francis at 8pm, and she
was found dead the next morning.

Coroner puts time of death
at 8.30pm, give or take.

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

and 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?

- Well, not yet, but I thought
my friend Alexa might be able
to help us on the final straight.

- You think Doug Belton
killed his wife for a dog?

- How far would you go
for the pet you love?
- Touche.

All right, Coral Belton...
did you fall, or were you pushed?

What do you think, eh?

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- Is it wrong to admire
a dead woman's shoes?

- She made Francis wear shoes too
to protect her expensive floors.
- Aw, he's so cute.

- So why was she wearing
razor-sharp heels?

- OK, 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?

- All right, I'll go.
- No, no, no. No, no. Too dangerous.

You go anywhere near that animal
shelter, you're gonna come home

with a sad kitten or
a lost bunny or a dog―
- I will not.

- Just remember ― Chowder does
not play well with others.

- Who's that, Francis? Who's that?

- Doug Belton?

- Sit. Sit.

Good boy.

- '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?
- Oh, we'd been married three years.

One good one,
then her business took off.

Difficult when one of you
suddenly becomes a millionaire.
- Mm.

- Money changes people.

- But now you get to keep
all the money.

Can you tell me about
your relationship recently?

- Um, 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
keepingmydog out of spite.

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

- Kindness of strangers, eh.

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

- Uh... are we done here?

Come on, Francis.

Come on.

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

- 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.

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

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

- Well, it's 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? Just hold her.

- Oh!
- Here you go. Here you go.
- Ooh.

- So, it was the 14th, you said?
- Uh, yeah, yeah.

- There's no record of
who dropped the dog off.

But we checked the microchip,
and we did call a Douglas Belton.

10.03am...
- Mm-hm.

- Came to pick the dog up 10.17.
- Wow, that was quick.

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

considering he lives
about half an hour away.

Um, look, I know that the police
have already checked out
your security camera footage,

but I'd loooove another look.

And to take this puppy home.

- You know, Doug didn't seem
to cut up about Coral's death,

and he'd clearly do
anything for his dog.

- My friend at the animal shelter
is gonna send the CCTV footage for
another look.

- Apparently,
it's really poor quality, but sure ―
Doug's definitely hiding something.

- Pfft. I mean,
I would kill for this house.
- Mm.

- Hey, Alexa...
- No, we cannot get a dog.

- How did you know
I was gonna 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've 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.

- Presto?

- Oh, Coral had amazing taste.

It's 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 off―?
- And then you picked him up again.

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

- OK, OK, I took Francis,
but Coral was alive when I left.

I heard her calling out for Francis
just as we'd got through the gate.

Is this yours?

Please go on.

- thought
she was still on holiday.

The next day, when I found out
she was dead, I panicked.

I thought it might look
like I did something.

- t looks like you pushed
her down the stairs, 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?

- If she departed days before Coral
died, and Doug never mentioned it to
police, then why would he?

- Mm.

Oh, here we go. I found her.

Bailey Browne, the best
dog- and house-sitter in town.

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

- Thanks for seeing us, Bailey.

- Coral was so nice.
It's awful what happened to her.
- Mm-hm.

- I love your dress.
- Oh, thanks. I love your job.

- And I love hearing details
about Coral Belton.

- Well, she was at an off-the-grid
retreat ― no phone, no internet.
My idea of hell, to behonest.

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?

- Well, 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. He said
he was gonna 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 saidIwas 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
Coral was away till then.

And I've got proof that
I couldn't have killed her.

When wasn't.

- Yeah?
- I have a receipt from
a petrol station.

I had to stop off and get some
dog food after I retrieved Francis.

- So you never yelled at Bailey?
- Well, thought
she was Coral at first.

They have the same hair.

- You know, to the casual observer,
it might seem like Bailey is passing
off Coral's house as her own.

- It looks like Bailey
is living her best life.

- She's living someone else's life,
and 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 build, 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 hers?

- Well, my social media
wasn't exactly very subtle.

- Well, 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 patting her Havanese.

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 come back rebranded,
you know?

- Just lay low and,
uh, leave it to us, all right?
- Absolutely. Anything you say.

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

- Oh, all her reviews
are five stars.

- Should Coral'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.

This looks expensive.
- Oh, please.

The owner inferred
that I make myself at home.

- Speaking of, you were using
Coral's Prospero account?

- OK, so the Doggy Cam
was on the laptop, which obviously
I need access to.

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 day coaching.

- Everything all good, ladies?
- Yes.
- No.

- Business as usual, then.

Coffee?
- Two.

- Ugh... you need two existing
members to authenticate you.

All right, I'll use
Coral's profile for one.

- Just work your Madison magic
on the other.

- But first, some window shopping
for the next Mr Alexa Crowe.

Here.

Millionaire holding a knife.

Millionaire holding a fish.

Millionaire holding
a fish and a knife.

What are these guys doing?
- Making sushi.
- Oh.

Ooh.

Um, 'Managing director,
private equity.

'Interests include
chilling on my super yacht,
heliskiing in Queenstown

'and wining and dining
beautiful ladies.'

- Well, he sounds like a dick.

I will kill him.

- Come on. It's not a crime
to be looking for love.

- Uh, 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 scammer goober
like him can jump on?
- Oi, that's hurtful.

- Can you authenticate Alexa?
Leave some positive feedback
so she looks legit.

- Mm, that's a bit wrong on
a whole lot of levels, innit?

- It's for a case.
- OK, so 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 gonna ask you this
once, Will. Are you fleecing
those wealthy women?

- Oh, if my own sister
doesn't believe in me...

- Will, password.

- All right, fine.

But I don't feel good about this.

- Bailey mentioned Doggy Cam.
Have you checked it out?

- Yes ― a subscription-based
security system

which keeps recordings,
but it's password protected.

- Piece of cake for you.
- It's a 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 Reuben's so you've
got a bodyguard if you need.

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

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 defence,
I never listen to a word you say.

And anyway, 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, aka Bailey, at
least once, so go on, get changed.

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

- promise.
- What, you'll laugh at their jokes
even when they're notfunny?

- I refuse to fake anything.

- Whoa!

Nice.

I mean, nice day for it.

- Yeah.

- Table by the window OK?

- Good.

- Are you spying 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? The superyacht's
parked over there.

- Moored.
- What?

- If you're gonna be a big fat liar,
at least get the terminology,
like, 'You're superyacht ismoored'!

- OK. Moored.
- 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 gonna take Trichelle somewhere
a little more private.

No offence.
- None taken.

- Good-looking girl.
Moved overseas, though.

- Are we talking three-way?

- Thank you.

- Kirk.

Wow.

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?
- Yeah, 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.

She's also a member at Prospero ―
a Coral Belton. Know her?

- Uh, no. No. Don't know a Coral...

Ah, my man. Uh, a bottle of
your most expensive champagne.

Thanks, big boy.
- Coming right up.

Alexa, idea.

How about we get
that bubbly to go, hm?

- To your house?
- I was thinking 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 father-in-law.

and you just work there.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is this?
This some kind of setup?

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 for me.

Thank you.

- You good, Alexa?
- Kirk already paid for that?

- Morning.
- Were you out all night?
- Good. I'm starving.

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

- I shared a bottle of free champagne
with Reuben. We lost track of time.

Oh.

Contestant number four ―
Kirk Maxwell ―

married, hair-trigger temper, not
a fan of Coral Belton, aka Bailey.

- 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.

He threatened to kill me.

- You didn't think
to mention this before to us?
- Ugh. I blocked it out.

He was really scary.

He sent me this.
- I know where you live.

- I'm sorry.
I definitely should've 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 gonna 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?

- Uh, 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.
- Hm?

- 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 pushed.

- 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.

- What about this one?
- Yeah, that's her.

- No, this woman was only pretending
to be Coral Belton.

And when she figured out
that you were married, you sent her a
threatening text to keep herquiet.

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.

Shall we call her back?

- I think...

that you...

should leave.

- So, Kirk definitely won't be
leaving any positive feedback
onmyProspero profile.

- Yeah, forget him. What exactly
happened with Reuben 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
pretending to be her.

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

- 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.

- Hm. 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 OK?

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

He'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.

- Oh, go away!

Haven't you ruined my life enough?

- Bailey was blackmailing you,
and you had everything to lose.
That's some serious motive, Kirk.

- 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 paid 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, huh? How?!

- You know, Kirk, you haven't
lost everything. You've still
got your freedom.

But if you need new digs,
Corrections could help you out.

So where were you the night that
Coral Belton was pushed down the
stairs in her home?

- Landry Towers.
- Five-star hotel.

Anyone who 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.

If Sloane ever found out...
There's no way to get them back.

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

Mads?

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 houseguest.

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

- Whoa. He actually paid?

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

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

- He reckons he's got an alibi.

- Can he 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.

- Never say hack.

- OK, but not everyone...
has your nerves of steel, Alexa.

- Still not keen on having a murder
suspect staying in my house.

- A suspect? Since when?
Bailey was the intended victim.

- Or is that just what
she wants us to think?

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

- Hey.
- Hey. You didn't want
to meet at your place?

- Oh, Madison's invited a potential
murder suspect for a 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 sitter murder
Coral? It doesn't make sense.

- Hang on a sec.

Oh, great. This will be
Kirk's photos. Hang on.

- Rock-sordid alibi.
- Nice.

Oh.

- Madison hacked into
the Doggy Cam footage. I had
no idea she could do that.

- Well, we don't say hack.
- Oh.
- Let's see.

That's Coral in bare feet.

- And look ―
that's got to be the killer.

In fancy slippers.
What ― the killer was a woman?

- Oh my God. Kirk's wife?
- Sloane already knew that
Kirk was cheating on her,

so she went to confront her,
and things got heated.

- Why don't you two look into her?
I've got a few loose ends to tie up
here first.

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

- We'll just look around
and see what we can find.
- Ooh, I'll get my coat.

I've got to look the part, right?

- Get her alibi while you're at it.

- Really?
- Just out of curiosity.
Couldn't hurt.

- Fine.

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

- We don't say hack.
- Sorry.

What other fun stuff
do you get to do?

- 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.
They'll all have the date
and time and stuff.

- Great.

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

- What are you hiding, Bailey Browne?

- Hey!
- Oh God.

- Are you going through
Madison's stuff, are you?

- 'Course not. I've got a houseguest.

- Oh. You're going through your
houseguest's stuff. Remind me to
never stay with you.

- How's Trichelle?

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

Look, Lex,
I've tried, all right?

Landscaping business ― I work
all hours and break my back.

I'm left with 5c.
- It's called an honest living.

- 'm my father's son.
- Oh, please don't start with that.
- Oh, 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 did you find that?
Rifling through someone's stuff?

- Well, guess what. I don't
think she's supposed to have it.
- Yeah.

- Why'd you come here?
- Just to say hi.

Before you decide
to never talk to me again.

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

- Mm.

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

So she was at Shirley's Gym.

Bailey?

Hello?

- Madison.
- Oh.

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

She's got a walk-in wardrobe.
- Help me out here.

- OK, what are we looking for?

These are divine.

Can I try them on?
- Absolutely not.

Oh my...

Recognise these?

- Oh my God. Doggy Cam.
- Mm-hm.

- Wh―?

- Bailey, Bailey, Bailey.

- Oh, you are so dead!

Playing squash. Yeah, right!

'Working late again' ―
my arse! Ugh.

Let's see you afford cashmere now.

- Alexa?

- Yes?
- We found something.

- Mm?
- 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 ―

girl detective!

- Or just detective!

What?

- Bailey never returned
Coral's house key.

- Well, she must have forgotten.
I mean, she's not the
most reliable, bless her.

- And you two were together
the whole time at Sloane's?

- 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, don't you think?

- Of course Sloane didn't know
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 ― Coral ― lived?
- I guess.

- And Sloane goes to Shirley's Gym
every Wednesday.

- Oh. Yeah, sometimes...
twice a week.

- Does she ever stay late?

- Yeah.

Oh, hey. Are you going to the gym ―
Shirley's Gym? The one that doesn't
exist?

- Did you have 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.

After you.

- What is this place?
- You'll love it.

Hey, Shirley.
- Hello, love.

- Shirley's Gym.

- Is that Alexa's robe?

- Chowder doesn't seem
to like me much.

I'm cloaking myself in her scent.

It's a pet-sitting trick.

Shall we go out for lunch?

- Sure.

- Oh, Shirley...

I like your service.

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

Wednesday the 13th, about 8.30pm.

Was Sloane 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 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?

- Oh, 'll do it now.

- Oh my God, 'm so
sorry. I'll grab you another one.

I'm so sorry.
- No, no, it's fine. I'll just
dry off under the hand dryer.

- Shoes.

Oh!
- Oh. Sorry ― didn't
mean to scare you.

- No, that― that's OK. Um...

- I'm meeting Trichelle.

Was that your houseguest?
- Yeah, Bailey Browne.

Except according to this,
she's actually Betty Snowden. I...

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, um...

Betty ― Bailey ― just took off.

- Without her phone.
This is gonna be bad.

Bailey?

Hello?

- What's wrong?
- Bailey's gone, and
she's taken Chowder.

- Chowder?

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.

- So what?

I gifted 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?

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 had fallen
down some stairs and died.

- Sloane did it. She did it!

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

- Cos 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 Coral.
She was a foster kid who built
her business from scratch,

and you come along
and you just take it―
- No!

I said stay back,
or Chowder takes a dip!

- Give me that case!
- No!

- You put my cat down right now.
- Call your cop buddies

and tell them that Sloane
killed Coral out of jealousy.

When 'll give back
Chowder, and Bailey Browne will
be gone, never to be seen again.

- It's not gonna happen.
- Well, then I throw him in
right here in the deep end,

and while you're fishing him out,
I'll be gone.

- My cat gets wet,
you're gonna regret it.

- Hey, kitty. Hey.
Do you want to go for a swim?

- Bailey Browne,
get out of the pool, please.

- Oh yeah? Come on in
and get me, then.

- Someone's gonna have
to go in and get her. Bags 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 'em.

- Hello!
- Spotted.

- I'll meet you outside.

Hey, man.
- Hey.

- So?
- Huh?

- Have you come to say goodbye?
- Hey?

- Are you taking the money
and running?

- No, actually. I called
things off with Trichelle.

I told her she should pursue
other investments.

- Great.

And you deleted
your Prospero profile?
- Oh, come on, sis.

- Bro.

- 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 along?
- Is it something wholesome like
mini golf or tenpin bowling?

Hard pass.
- Not even close.

- # Come dig me out of this hole.

# And you can't stay mad at me.

# I'm just an animal.

# A micro-celebrity.

# But I mean nothing at all.

- This is unlike any
quiz night that I've ever been to.

- Like all of LinkedIn in one room.

- Don't take too long.
Fun and games are about to begin.

- Four monsters competing
for money and love.

You know what that sounds like
to me, Baxter?

One 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 asks
the questions, Alexa.

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