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Don't you want to go down the slide? It's so fun.

Someone's waiting for you. You can do it. Come on, go down the slide.

Margo?

Margo?

Erica? Hold on, I'm coming.

Her name is Tara Foley. She was also a nanny. But we really didn't know her

well. Do you know of anyone who would have wanted to hurt her?

I can't imagine. She was so nice.

Milo would donate grass.

Have some seaweed. Well, there was that creepy guy.

What creepy guy?

Some weird guy who had been hanging around the park.

As a mom, it's my job to anticipate all the ways somebody could die at a

playground, but stuck in a slide?

Missed that one.

Morning, all.

Morning. Morning.

So, Dr. Farzan, what have you got?

Well, it looks like the victim died of an epidural hematoma due to a blow to

head by a heavy object.

She was attacked in the slide?

I don't think so.

Judging from the shape of the slide, the location of the wound, it's my belief

that the victim was struck elsewhere and tried to escape her assailant.

She was hiding, Lieutenant.

Time of death?

Around 10 p .m.

There doesn't seem to be any CCTV here.

I'll have Lynn check.

Any guess as to the murder weapon?

It's hard to say.

We'll test the wound for particulate matter, but an injury like this could

come from any number of things if it was swung hard enough.

I'll have forensics do a wide sweep.

They're going to have a hell of a time. There's no place more laden with bodily

fluids than a playground during flu season.

Got a lead.

The victim's name is Tara Foley.

According to Tara's fellow nannies, a suspicious man who seemed particularly

interested in Tara was seen hanging around the park.

Any one of them managed to take a photo of this person? Unfortunately, no.

Okay, that dinging's got to stop.

Morgan. What? I'm detecting.

See? Eight unread messages from someone named Brett Lewis.

Tara, Tara, you're late. Where are you? Tara, answer me now. Ooh, the last one's

a voice memo.

That would appear to be her employer, may I?

No emergency contact listed.

No one listed his mom or dad either. What?

God, she's getting sadder, this poor girl.

All alone in the world, spent her last few minutes terrified for her life.

tell by her ballet flats she was nice.

Okay, we have to find that man who's been hanging around the park.

Daphne, Oz, go through Tara's phone. See if you can find any pictures she may

have taken of him. And look for next of kin, boyfriend, girlfriend, anyone who

can tell us more about Tara and her life. And Morgan Karadick may not be

talk to family, but let's at least start by talking to the one person she worked

for every day. Find out what he has to say for himself.

You got it, boss.

What murderer leaves someone an angry message after killing them?

The smart one.

Adam Karadek, LAPD. I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you.

Oh, poor Tara.

This is such a shock.

So how long had Tara been Ward's nanny?

About four months. And in that time, she'd become part of the family.

You know, Brett, you seem pretty angry in your messages.

I mean, did you have a strained relationship with Tara?

No, not at all. I'm just a stickler for being on time.

I wouldn't have yelled at her had I known.

Can you tell us about Tara? What was she like?

Tara was a sweet girl.

You know, she was quiet and loving and liked reading historical fiction and

watching TikToks of dance protégés.

Sorry, just trying to give you everything I know.

Outside of working for us, she lived a relatively solitary life.

That would explain the lack of an emergency contact in her phone.

Had Tara mentioned anything out of the ordinary to you recently?

No, nothing I can think of.

Wait, that...

There was that guy that kept following her.

Well, Tara complained that she kept seeing the same guy. He'd show up

she was, at a park, coffee shop.

He was often reading a French magazine or newspaper.

And he had a limp.

I know where to find this guy.

There's only one newsstand that sells French newspapers in L .A., and it's

across the street from a perfect stakeout location.

Oh, you really love this diner, huh?

Oh, my God. This is so good. You've got to take a bite.

Eat from the other side. I didn't touch there. Morgan, we're on a stakeout. A

key to a good stakeout is being discreet.

You're worried I'm going to pull a Meg Ryan and fake an orgasm or something?

That would attract way too much attention.

Oh, I can fake yours, though. Watch.

Impression over.

That's hilarious.

That's our guy.

Really?

Yeah, yeah. It looks like he said it this way.

In here? Yeah.

Where did he go?

Okay, he went up there.

You stay here.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, Morgan.

It's safe to... Well, I can tell by your confident footsteps that the coast was

clear. Well, it turns out that our stalker is actually a P .I.

Oh. Charles Lavoie, a .k .a. Chuck the Canuck.

Former L .A .P .D. used to be a detective in the traffic department.

Just a warning.

The guy has a lot.

Okay.

I apologize about the pastrami smell. You'll get used to it.

Hey, Chuck.

Adam Karadick.

I'll be damned.

And you got married. No, Morgan Guillory. We worked together.

Anyway, Karadick and I came up together as detectives. We were always neck and

neck. Is that right?

Until I was forced to retire early.

Well,

Chuck was shot in the line of duty.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

My firearm did discharge itself whilst in its holster during a routine traffic

stop, causing my metatarsal to shatter.

You shot yourself in the foot.

I shot myself in the foot.

Okay. Hey, can I take a look at this newspaper?

Yeah, sure.

Le Devoir from Quebec.

This is the French newspaper that Tara saw her stalker reading.

What's this all about? What do you know about Tara Foley?

Everything. Did you know she was murdered? Almost everything.

I had no idea. Poor girl.

Who hired you to follow her?

I placed a high priority on client confidentiality, but an even higher one

friendship. I was hired by the Lewises.

Her employers?

Ward's parents?

You're getting messy.

They wanted to know if I saw anything out of the ordinary, but I found bupkis.

Did you take any pictures?

Tons.

I shoot raw, my man.

That's my favorite part of the job.

Do me a favor, Chuck. Bring these photos down to the station tomorrow.

Yeah, happy to.

Tara Dick. Nice to meet you. You too.

Poor girl.

Why did you stop following Tara?

I was canned.

The client wasn't happy with the results, which is what they always say

they don't get what they were hoping to find.

What were they hoping to find?

They thought the nanny was mistreating their son.

We didn't expect to see you again. We didn't expect to be back.

You think we hired a private investigator to follow Tara?

I'm sorry, but we most certainly did not.

Well, we might have.

What?

Brett, why did you hire P .I. to follow Tara?

I was a nervous wreck ever since the ordeal we went through with our last

Rosa. What happened with Rosa?

I'm a member of the 90049 Parents Facebook group.

That's the Brentwood zip code.

Six months ago, I see a post from a concerned mother describing a horrific

at a library where an unattended child wandered out of the library and almost

into the street.

When I read the description of the child, I realized it was Ward.

It was terrifying.

And not just a nightmare.

What'd you do? We asked Rosa about it, and she ultimately admitted it. We had

choice but to let her go.

But what does this have to do with Tara? We hired Tara, and everything was going

great. Ward loved her. But then we see another post in the parents' group, this

time about Tara.

And this time from several mothers, all saying that Tara was endangering Ward.

We debated whether to believe it. The post about Rosa was true. But we talked

both Ward and Tara and determined that the accusations against Tara had to be

made up.

Ward lit up around Tara in a way that he never did with Rosa.

And Tara seemed to be taking excellent care of Ward.

I couldn't let it go.

I'm sorry.

What did this P .I. even find?

Nothing.

Can we see these negative posts about Tara, please? Sure. I took screen grabs

everything.

Here you go.

This Karina gal seems to be all up in your business.

No, well, Karina is the one who alerted us to Rosa's misconduct.

Yeah, and then it looks like she turns on Tara. Did you reach out to Karina? I

messaged her, but she said she didn't have any more information.

Excuse me, I've got to stand up. These pants only have about a 10 -minute

sitting time limit before they become a permanent part of my body.

So, Jeff, you were totally confident in Tara's care of Ward. Completely. She was

wonderful. Where did you even find this guy?

The Internet.

I can't believe you hired a PI.

Well, my guess is you wanted eyes and ears on the outside since you guys are

covered on nanny cams in here.

What?

Nanny cams?

I used to rely on a very kind but very senior gentleman to watch my kids, and I

wanted to make sure that he wasn't literally falling asleep on the job. So

looked into my surveillance options.

You've got the nanny cam clock, tissue box, picture frame, energy drink, which

found confusing, the nanny cam fake tool box. Ultimately, I couldn't afford any

of them. But I'm finding that Brett went with the plants, globe, and the

adorable fire robot.

There's a nanny cam in the North Pole.

We're going to need that footage.

Where were you two last night? We were here all night.

Can anyone corroborate that?

We were on a video call.

With who?

Lamar Nichols, our couples counselor.

All right.

We'll be in touch.

Well, I'll have Daphne look up Karina's address, track down the other parents

who posted about Tara. We need to get to the bottom of this 90049 parents'

Facebook group.

Yep.

You know why most foods are cooked at 350?

The Maillard reaction, a chemical process by which the sugars are browned

produce pleasing flavors.

But I think that sweet potato fries call for 425.

Oh, crap.

You're right.

Ah, they rejected me.

I'm trying to infiltrate a private online parenting group so I can chat up

people who are bullying our victim, but it seems like they sniffed around and

figured out that we don't exactly live within the city limits of Brentwood. We

don't even live close enough to have the same weather as Brentwood.

Oh, by the way, my classmate Finn is having an 11th birthday party soon, so

need a gift.

Awesome. What do you want to get him?

Ava, what's a good gift for a boy's 11th birthday?

Ava, do you have any ideas?

Hey, phone face.

Hi, your brother's talking to you.

I don't know. At least the only fifth grader here.

Yeah, I was super into Legos when I was 11.

My favorite was a Toy Story 2 set because I had a big crush on Jessie.

You did?

I could totally see it. With her cute pigtails and your eyes just popped out

your head and your jaw dropped to the floor. Hey, she seemed nice.

Why don't you go grab your tablet and you can pick out a set. Okay.

Text me again.

Okay.

That's you when you first saw Jesse.

Did you change your text tone to say Ouga? Only for the text from you.

I can't believe you.

Me neither.

Hey, you want to go through Tara's phone?

That's all you.

Oh, yeah. This place still smells like cheap floor wax and the scared urine

the suckers we put away.

You must be Chuck.

Ah, you got me. Did you bring the photos for the fold case?

Indeed I did. Yep, all 1 ,500 of them.

Yeah, Carradip wanted me to walk you through them. You know, identify all the

key players. But first, I need a chair with solid lumbar support.

There she is.

I slipped a disc between my L2 and L3.

You know what? I got to tear his phone.

He teared up a check.

Seems like you have some personal photos mixed in here.

All my photos are personal.

Are you on any of these online parenting groups?

Absolutely not.

Don't need some self -righteous mom telling me I don't love my kids if I

cut their cucumbers into little smiley faces before I cram them in their

lunchbox. Yeah, I would never take you as the type to anthropomorphize

vegetables. That is the kindest thing you've ever said to me.

Warning from a concerned mom.

Ward's new nanny, Tara, is cruel and neglectful. Last Tuesday, she grabbed

arm so hard he screamed.

Then Thursday, she yelled at him to stop crying and left him stuck on the top of

the play structure.

I didn't write that.

Sure seems like you did, and a bunch of other ones just like it.

I mean, why don't you take a second look?

Didn't write it.

Didn't write it.

That's pretty good, but I didn't write it.

Didn't... No, you know, I did write this one.

Which one?

At the library on Wednesday afternoon, a dark -headed boy wearing galoshes and a

conductor hat was unattended for 15 minutes, crying and calling for a Rosa.

ran out the front door and would have gone into traffic had it not been for a

quick library staff member. Finally, Rosa showed up with no excuse. If this

your nanny, she is dangerous!

Exclamation point.

So, you got Rosa fired.

No, I didn't get her fired.

I reported an issue. In my line of work, safety is paramount.

I'm a VP of a commercial real estate firm. It's very demanding.

Usually, child care falls to my husband, Mark, but I had the day off, so I was

able to take our daughter to the library.

Now, I don't know all the kids and the nannies like my husband does because I'm

not around during the day, so I had to post on Facebook to let the parents know

what had happened. My point is that I tried to do the right thing.

And it bit me in the ass. Well, how so?

Well, after I wrote that post, I was eviscerated in private messages saying I

ruined a woman's career, that I needed to check my privilege. It was

Yeah, they wouldn't be saying that if it was their kid.

Exactly. Okay, so I just said, screw this, and deactivated my account.

Where were you two nights ago?

I was working very late. I have a big, big presentation coming up. Look, I'm

sorry that this nanny Tara is dead, but I didn't know.

The initial search of Tara's apartment didn't turn up anything of note, but I

want to go back again now that we know more about our suspects.

Hopefully we'll find some answers.

Talk to me, Dad.

Tara had someone saved in her phone as little sketchy. The texts are intense.

I'm sending them to you now.

I think we might have an actual soccer in our hands.

Any luck tracking down the other people who wrote negative posts about Tara?

Still working on it.

Thanks, Dad. Bye.

Okay, here we go.

Little Sketchy, my forever love, why do you forsake me? My heart knows not its

beat if it can't echo that of yours.

Little Sketchy, if I don't see you soon, I don't know what I'll do.

That was three days ago.

She never wrote back.

The pair's apartment.

Seems pretty neat.

I still feel kind of weird about you parking in her spot.

All right, let's do this methodically. I'll start with Tara's desk, and you

start by making a huge mess.

Look at this.

Tara was religious.

Throw a dump already paying off.

Yeah, we got overdue bills, notice of a rent increase.

Tara may have had money trouble.

Hmm.

This is interesting.

She knew Karina was harassing her online.

Well, she may have feared for her life. She kept pepper spray in her nightstand.

Well, we got a lawyer's number here.

Khalil Phillips in Strauss.

Hi. I was wondering if you could tell me if Tara Foley is a client?

I'm afraid we can't divulge client information.

Right.

Well, who might I speak to regarding a stalker?

Thank you. You're welcome.

Huh. Now that's strange.

Oh, Morgan, look at this.

Hmm.

The night she was murdered, she was planning on going to church. Yeah, I'll

Poppy find out if anyone saw her there.

Still nothing that points to Brad or Karina or gives us an idea of who little

sketchy was.

Ew.

Morgan, don't. By all means, let me...

Parse through the trash piece by piece, like a lady.

And at a certain point, just treat yourself to the full -size bar.

Bingo.

Sunday night poetry slam.

Based on Little Sketchy's overly -wrought rhyme scheme, I bet we could

guy here.

And today just happens to be... Sunday Funday.

Where is Ava?

Ten minutes late.

I forgot to tell you, our prime delivery came with Finn's birthday present in

it. I just ordered it yesterday. It's already here.

Actually, I don't need it after all.

Turns out I'm the only kid in class Finn didn't invite.

What? That's got to be a mistake.

It's not.

I promise.

Well, this sucks.

Hey, I still think it's just a mistake.

But if it's not, you're keeping that present because you're a wonderful kid

you deserve it.

Here you are. Where have you been? I gotta go to work.

Can you put that down, please? You have actual people in the room. I'm just

being polite and thanking Ryder for dropping me off.

Ryder drives?

Most 26 -year -olds do.

Not funny. Not the night, and not funny.

If I couldn't be in a worse mood, I gotta go to a poetry reading.

Tara, oh, Tara, you're gone with the wind.

I am left heartbroken, beaten. and chagrined.

Goodbye, pterosaurus.

Who's sore?

I.

Who's dead?

You.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

We need to talk.

I'm Detective Karadag. This is Consultant Guillory with the LAPD. We're

into the murder of Terra Foley.

Good.

I know who killed her.

Brian Flotsky is on his way in for questioning.

You know, I can't stress enough the importance of hand -to -hand combat

in our line of work. I could show you a few moves.

I can't believe you brought Chuck the Canuck back to our precinct.

No, you gotta admit, it's fun to watch us squirm.

Daphne. Any luck finding the other people who posted about Tara on that

parent's group?

Still looking. It's the needle in a haystack. There are so many moms named

out there.

I think we might have someone else to consider.

Mark, Karina's husband.

Mark's in a lot of these photos.

He and Tara seem cozy.

And in this one, he's wielding a bat.

That could cause a hematoma. Can you go back one?

Tara's wearing Mark's sweatshirt.

Well, how do you know?

It's got the old Supersonics logo on it.

Supersonics. Fast food joint. No. Former NBA team based in Seattle.

In 2008, they moved to Oklahoma and played under a different sound theme

The Thunder.

I think Mark was from Seattle.

On their mantle, I saw a family photo of them standing at the Space Needle. In

the distance, you could see Mount Rainier, and in the foreground were the

of Lumen Field.

Daphne, pay Mark a visit.

Find out what the real nature of his relationship was with Tara.

Got it. How can you print these for me? Yeah.

And it would appear that little Sketchy has arrived for his interview.

Oops.

Oh, give me one sec. Real quick.

Hello? Hi, this is Teen Anne. Finn's mom returning your call.

Oh, hi, Jean Anne. Hey, listen, I think there's been a misunderstanding.

See, my son Elliot believes he's the only kid not invited to your son's

party. Oh, Finn made the guest list. It's a small group, and he and Elliot

know each other that well.

Oh, well, that's an easy fix. Why doesn't he come over tomorrow for a play

I guess that could work. Perfect. We'll see Finn then. Great. Bye.

Motherhood has made me so understanding.

How did you know Tara?

Tara was my babysitter.

Where were you the night Tara died?

I was outside her apartment complex blasting a love song through a speaker.

Can anyone confirm that?

Several of the tenants were quite frustrated with my act of devotion.

At the poetry reading, you said you knew who killed Tara.

It was Mark, a dad at the playground.

He started horning in and made Tara cut me out of her life, but Tara would never

be with a married man.

So he killed her.

Hi, Mark.

Daphne Forrester, LAPD.

Is there news about Tara?

Not exactly.

Can you tell me why Tara was wearing your sweatshirt in this photo?

I guess she was cold.

Looks like you two were pretty close.

We were.

Ward and my daughter Ruby were playground friends, so I got to know her

well. You know, she didn't have any family, so I was there for her, gave her

advice when I could.

Was it more than friendship for you?

What? No.

No. I love my wife.

I'm devoted to her.

Tara was a friend.

Okay, where were you the night Tara died?

Here.

Hosting book club. We were reading Liz Gilbert's Big Magic. Wait, actually, you

know what? You can ask anyone in my book club.

We're called the Lou Reeds, except Reed is spelled... I can guess.

Is that your bed?

Yes, for wiffle ball. It's plastic.

Totally harmless.

See?

You're doing great.

I have actual race cars if you want to do a tactile thing later.

I've got freshly opened cookies.

Do you have anything without refined sugar?

Oh, gosh.

Imagine being there in the summer of 56 when Art Ingalls invented the first go

-kart.

Dude! You made me lose.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to. You really took the fun out of everything.

You know, I'm only here because my mom made me, right?

You're just a weirdo who can't shut up.

That's why you're not invited to my birthday party. Hey, Finn, I'm taking

everybody to Knott's Berry Farm next week, and you're not invited.

I sure would love to bring you along, but they got a no -turd -kid policy, so

guess we'll just have to miss you on this one. Why don't you grab your stuff

go sit on the porch and wait for your mom?

Bye.

Thanks for coming.

I kind of blacked out. How bad was it? What just came out of my mouth?

It was all bad.

I'm so sorry I forced a play date.

Finn does not deserve a friend like you.

I know it's hard to be different.

But listen, you are fun no matter what that little jerk says.

I'll believe it when I see it.

I don't know. One of them thinks he's not cool, and the other one's basically

divorced herself from our family.

If she's not with her boyfriend, she's constantly texting him.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry, Morgan, but this too shall pass.

And then something even harder will come up.

Oh, good. Thank you so much.

Honestly, this Foley case is driving me nuts.

We are missing something. I can feel it.

I do, too.

Brett's couples counseling alibi checked out.

Although he may have hired someone to kill Tara.

Look into his financials.

You might want to see this.

Tara's with the other nannies in a lot of Chuck's photos.

They might have known each other better than we thought. I mean, they did spend

every day together.

suspects all have alibis. Not all airtight, but still. Go back to the

Find out everything they know about Tara. Anything we may have missed.

Yeah.

I remembered that boxing combo was lethal if done correctly.

I'm actually heading out.

Morgan, I think you have to tag along.

Carradine, you want to play some handball? As soon as I get back, bro. As

as I get back.

Yeah, remember the good old days, Selena?

You know, when you can arrest a perp in the morning and then take him out for a

beer in the afternoon, you know? When everybody wasn't so sensitive about

everything. Darius!

Come here, please.

I wanted to ask you about the Tara Foley case.

Chuck, I think you better excuse us.

You want me to get the Chuck out of here? My hourly rates are too high.

Thank you, Chuck.

You are a lifesaver.

I hope I didn't pull you from anything urgent.

Nope, just snagging a cup of the good coffee you guys have up here. But I do

have an update. The toxicologist's report on Tara Foley came out clean, and

found no evidence of defensive wounds on her body.

Which means when she was attacked, she didn't fight back. She was taken by

surprise. Or she knew her attacker.

Seems like it.

We're hoping you can tell us a little more about Tara.

She was nice.

Almost too nice.

She didn't know her worth.

I hear she was working for $10 an hour less than we do, and with no benefits.

Poor thing.

An extra $10 an hour would help with those overdue bills.

This job is easier if you work together.

Coordinate. Only one nanny needs to bring a soccer ball, that sort of thing.

But she didn't take us up on offers to help.

You know, the saddest part is, she might still be alive if she was a joiner.

Joiner? What do you mean? Well... The night that she passed, I was house

-sitting, so I had these girls over to just hang out.

She could have been with us.

But instead... Oh, God rest her soul.

The only one she was friends with was Mark.

But his wife didn't like that.

What was her name? Karina.

Right. Karina. You remember that fight?

What fight?

His wife show up one day and scream at her and Mark.

They look really frightened.

Karina's motive just got a whole lot clearer. She was jealous.

Didn't she have an alibi? She said she was working late, which was confirmed by

the security log at her office.

Anyone can jump a turnstile if they want to avoid scanning their ID, or they

don't have money for the metro, want to sneak into a Brandi Carlile concert, for

example.

You know those other moms who post negative things about Tara and the

parents group?

Yeah. They don't exist.

Don't exist.

Their profiles appear to be fake.

So somebody who hated Tara created fake profiles to drag her?

Yeah, we're about to go talk to somebody who fits that bill. Thanks, Daphne.

So, we need to be keeping an eye on sustainability.

As our clients value...

Tell us about the heated argument you and Mark had at the park, please.

Did it have anything to do with Mark's relationship with Tara?

What? No. Are you suggesting I was jealous of Tara?

Well, jealousy is a common motive. You wouldn't exactly be rewriting the

playbook. I wasn't mad about Tara.

I was mad about our deck.

Mark had one simple job.

Just order the wood for our new deck. And out of all the types of wood, do you

know which one he ordered?

Everyone knows that Alaskan spruce shrinks end grain, okay, and causes

problems when it gets wet.

I mean, I know that, but I'm not everyone.

You are the only real person we can link to the negative posts about Tara. All

the other profiles were fake. Did you maybe create them to upset the young

that your husband was so close with?

Oh, my God, look, I told you, I never posted about Tara.

Only Rosa.

I took my daughter to story time at the library one time, okay?

As a working mother, that is a special opportunity to hang out with your kid in

the middle of the day.

And while I was there, I happened to see something awful, so I said something.

And then it backfired and I deleted my account.

Hang on, hang on. What time is story time?

Noon.

All the comments about Tara were posted between 12 and 1 p .m. Story time.

It's basically a time when caretakers get to take a little breather because

kids are otherwise occupied.

And who would want to infiltrate a parent group where the subject is

nannies?

The nannies.

They were in that group under fake account. They bullied Karina off of

when she came for Rosa. And then once Tara was hired, they scraped her old

profile and made a new one. They posed as Karina and other concerned parents,

and they reported Tara. But the other nannies liked Tara.

Did they? I've been on the outside of the mom clique enough times to know when

people are being nice to your face but judging you behind your back.

When people like Tara come in and work for less money and no benefits, they

devalue our job. She didn't abide by the nanny code.

Tara wasn't welcome. She replaced our friend.

Both nannies resented Tara. She threatened their very way of life. Not

mention they were loyal to the woman she replaced.

Rosa. Or, should we say, Sporty Spice.

Each of the kids had a Spice Girls sticker on their lunchbox.

Which was clearly for the nannies, because what three -year -old gives a

-zig -ah about a 30 -year -old band?

Band? Except there was one Spice Girl missing.

40 Spice was tucked away in the back of the shelf in Brett and Jeff's house.

Tara didn't want to use that lunchbox because the Spice Girls stickers were

original five nannies thing. And Tara was on the outs.

So you think all the nannies killed Tara because they were mad she replaced

Rosa? Nope.

Oksana did.

And you know this because... Because of the capitalization conventions in the

Russian language.

In the post that Karina admits to writing about Rosa, she capitalizes the

the week that the incident occurred.

But in the post that Karina denies writing about Tara, the days of the week

lowercase, which would only make sense if you were a native Russian speaker.

Because in Russian, you don't capitalize days of the week.

Even if Oksana was bullying Tara online using fake accounts, that doesn't mean

she killed her. Well, of course it does. Because of the way she crossed herself.

You guys aren't up to date on the great schism between Eastern Orthodoxy and

Catholicism? Not totally.

Okay. In 1054, there was a huge fight between Western and Eastern churches

called the Great Schism. And this resulted in a few fundamental

between how each church does things. One of those differences being how members

cross themselves.

Okay, now this is ringing a bell.

Catholics. use five fingers, and they cross forehead, chest, left shoulder,

right shoulder.

Orthodox Christians cross themselves using three fingers, forehead, chest,

shoulder to left shoulder.

Now, when we were chatting with the nannies, I saw Oksana cross herself in

Eastern Orthodox manner.

How does Oksana's religion mean she killed Tara?

Another result of the Great Schism is that the two sides use different

calendars. Catholics use a Gregorian calendar introduced by a pope in 1582.

Orthodox Christians still use a Julian calendar.

Basically means they celebrate the same holidays, but certain holidays fall on

different dates. Much to the chagrin of the little Greek girl whose Easter bunny

comes a month after her friends got to eat all their Cadbury eggs. I love

Girl, thanks.

Oh, God.

You can go back to work now.

Now, do we know what religion Tara Foley was?

Catholic. Catholic.

We found a rosary. That's classic Catholic.

But don't forget what I said about the calendar.

Oh, how could we?

On Tara's calendar, she had marked down a date for the exaltation of the cross,

September 27th. But Catholics celebrate that on the 14th. So she wasn't planning

to go to her church service.

She was going to Oksana's. Tara had figured out that Oksana was the one who

bullying her, and that explains the number for the immigration lawyer we

in her apartment.

Identity fraud is a crime that can get your visa revoked. Tara knew that by

making fake profiles on Facebook and pretending to be Karina, Oksana was

her visa in jeopardy and she could be deported. Exactly.

Tara knew that Oksana was going to be at the Russian Orthodox Church that night.

Which is a block away from the park.

After the service, Tara confronted Oksana.

Oksana freaked out and bashed her in the head.

She thought she'd finished the job, but she didn't.

Tara was out of sorts, afraid that Oksana would follow her. She went to the

park, hid in the slide, where she died.

Were you with Oksana the night Tara was murdered?

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Can you tell me what you did that night?

Oh, my employers were out of town, so I just had a girls' night in. We had some

drinks, went in the hot tub.

Oksana made dinner. Then we watched a movie.

Everyone left around 1 a .m.

Well, thanks.

Super helpful.

We're just going to go ahead and check the nanny camps.

They don't have nanny camps.

Well, the whole point of a nanny camp is that you don't tell the nanny.

Oksana wasn't there.

Oksana is a very scary lady. She made us lie.

It's not a sport. It was an accident.

I can't believe you found nanny cams and didn't tell me.

I was bluffing.

Sneaky spice.

Your friends turned on you.

They said you forced them to provide your alibi.

We know that you are the one who killed Tara.

That Cecil bitch threatened me.

Said she was going to have me sent back to Russia for creating those posts.

After everything I sacrificed to get here, after the persecution my family

endured, Tara had no idea what going back would mean for me.

That's why I picked up that rock!

You could have just promised to stop bullying her.

I couldn't take a risk.

I would always be looking over my shoulder.

I choose prison here over going back to Russia any day.

And so you have.

I got to go do something. You guys play.

Have fun.

Hey, there was a time you would have killed to go to the playground.

Well, it's because Ava would make me puke on the spinner.

It was fun.

But we're different people now.

You want to go play over there?

We can go over there.

Don't go too far.

Hey, Jeff.

Thought I might find you here.

Hasn't felt right to hire a new nanny yet.

I'm so relieved the terrorist killer is behind bars.

Sarah deserved that, at least.

Well, now that the case is closed, there's something I thought you might

Wow.

I never got to see this, you know?

They're every day together.

That is the heartbreaking thing about being a working parent.

Your kid has all these experiences that you are just not a part of.

And your main focus when you hire a caretaker is that your child will be

But your hope is that your child will be loved.

And Ward was loved by Tara.

And I knew that.

But now I get to see it.

Gracie to the spinner.