All language subtitles for Morning Show Mystery Mortal Mishaps (2018)

Ooh!

It's called "celebration cake."

Ooh, I can see why.

Ah, no touching until it cools

because we want it...

To turn out like this.

Oh, that is a beauty.

Phil, get a shot of that.

My dad said
it brought good luck.

He used to bake it
for special occasions...

Weddings, birthdays,
graduations,

and some mornings,
I would just wake up,

and I would see the cake
on the kitchen table,

which meant we would skip work
and school

and just celebrate life.

Well, I bet you wish
you had a dad like that.

One lucky audience member

is going home
with this cake today.

You all sent in

some amazing
celebration stories,

hoping to win,

but we decided

we are going
to give the cake to...

Melissa and Jack,
from bainbridge island.

They just had twins.

Congratulations,
Melissa and Jack.

Billie?

Who gets the other cake?

We do,

because we're about
to start a new chapter

of wake up, west coast!

Now, as most of you know,

we lost our beloved
co-host, Lanie Haywood,

three months ago,

after a tragic reaction

to hazelnut coffee.

Remember,
food allergies are no joke.

Lanie was by my side
for 10 years,

waking us up
with a smile and a story.

Letting her go
has not been easy,

but thanks to you,

our loyal viewers,

and Billie Blessings,
our resident food expert,

we're still going strong.

In fact, I think
we're stronger than ever.

You know, that's what
makes our show special...

We're a family,

and families take care
of each other.

And tomorrow,

our executive producer,
Rudy Slater...

There he is!
Rudy, wave!

He'll be introducing
our new co-host.

Do you want to know who that is?

Then set those alarms,
everybody,

because tomorrow morning,
you're going find out!

Thank you for that
spectacular cake.

Well, don't be afraid
to try it at home,

and remember,
you can't buy happiness,

but you can bake it.

Cheers to that.

And we're off.

Who is in charge
of my teleprompter?

It's too slow.
I can't...

You know what?

What's eating Lance?

Oh, he's just mad

because he doesn't know
who the new co-host is.

Well, nobody does.

Lance has been around
the longest.

He thought he should have a say.

If it were up to Lance,

he'd clone himself and co-host

with his favorite person
in the world.

Be nice.

It's you, isn't it?

I have no idea
who the new co-host is.

You're the only reason
people still watch this show,

since Lanie died.

Let's keep it positive.

I am positive.

I just call it like I see it.

Well, we'll all find out
later on tonight

when Rudy tells us at dinner.

Have either of you seen
any of the sound guys?

Something's going wrong
with the equipment.

Gretchen and Rudy
went up to his office

after the show.

Rudy's headset must be on.

Nobody can figure out
how to turn it off.

You are not hiring that woman.

Over my dead body.

Oh, somebody
must have patched that.

Rudy's headset should never
come through that speaker.

It's supposed to go
to the control room.

We should probably
let them know.

I will destroy this show.

So, kiki...
You're Rudy's assistant, right?

I am not going in there.

Billie is the only one
he actually likes.

Well, thanks
for that vote of confidence.

Ahem.

I promise you.

How many times

do I have to hear
the same story?

I am so sick and tired of this.

Do not cross me!

You have no idea
what I'm capable of doing.

What is it?

Your mic is on.

We can hear you guys in the set.

Oh, perfect.

This is great.

What joker was responsible
for that, huh?

Don't pretend
like you don't know.

Was that your goal

when you got up this morning?

To see how many ways
I can humiliate Gretchen today?

Maybe you were the one
that left the mic on,

just to let everybody
know who's in charge.

I am in charge, Rudy.

I am the president
of programming.

You don't have the authority

to hire a co-host
without my approval.

You work for me.

Actually,
I work for your father.

You went to my father?

He signed the contract
this morning.

Why didn't you just
break up with me?

That would have been cleaner.

You know,
you would have made my life

a whole lot easier

if you had agreed
to be the co-host

when I first asked you.

I told you,
I have too much to do.

Come on, who doesn't
want to be a star

of their own television show?

Look, I run my own restaurant,

and I like teaching
people how to cook.

Well, good deeds

make good refrigerator magnets,

and nobody pays any attention

to either of those.

Are we still on
for that dinner tonight?

Yeah, sure.
Why wouldn't we be?

Seemed like
it might be canceled.

Miss Blessings has suggested
that I update you on dinner.

So here it is.

Now we all know

that Gretchen is not very happy
about Lanie's replacement,

but someone else here is trying

to keep me
from hiring a co-host.

That little stunt
with the microphone

is just the tip of the iceberg.

Whoever is trying
to sabotage my show,

when I find out who you are,

you're fired.

Okay then.

Why do I suddenly feel
like staying home?

Your aunt called
while you were in Rudy's office.

You were supposed to meet her
at the farmer's market

30 minutes ago.

I completely forgot.

You left your phone
in the dressing room,

and your bag...

Okay.

Also your car keys.

Did you want me to take the cake
to the restaurant for you?

No, I want you to be
my assistant instead of Rudy's

because clearly
I have a greater need.

Sorry, I got dibs.

See you later.

No?

That is a thing of beauty.

That's a hybrid.

How much?

For you?
$3.00 a pound.

Two.

Nobody's got tomatoes
like these.

$2.00, and I'll take a box.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Hey, Gil.

Hey, Billie.

$2.00.

For you.

And what else?

Oh, here's a list.

I know what you're thinking.

No, you don't want
to know what I'm thinking.

You don't like the show,

everybody in television
is self-absorbed,

and it's taking me away
from the restaurant.

Well, it is taking you away

from the restaurant.

Aunt Cassandra,

we've been struggling
to keep this restaurant open

for 12 years.

In the three years
since I've been on the show,

we have wait lists.

No, we have wait lists

'cause you wrote a cookbook.

Yes, which I get
to share every morning.

I think it helps people.

When was the last time
you went on a date?

How did we get
from "I'm sorry I'm late,"

to dates?

Look, I know the show's
good for the restaurant.

I just don't think

that Rudy appreciates you.

Rudy is my friend.

He brought me on

because he believes in the book.

He cares about the message.

Rudy cares about himself.

TV people
just want to be famous.

Oh, you don't even know them.

Are those turnips?

Oh, yeah, Maurice had
a dream last night.

He was standing in
a field of turnips.

Aunt Cassandra,
nobody likes turnips.

They taste like medicine.

You know what he's like

when he gets upset.

Why is Maurice upset?

He thinks

that you're going to
close the restaurant.

What?

That's what he said
this morning.

He thinks

that Rudy's going
to make you co-host

and that you're going to sell.

I am not selling the restaurant,

and I told Rudy,

I don't even want
to be the co-host.

Well, don't look at me.

I'm not the one cooking turnips.

Ugh.

Ta-dah!

Hey, what's going on?

Maurice invented a new recipe.

It came to me in a dream.

Juan and kiki
are helping me test.

This might not be the best night

to try a new recipe.

We're completely booked.

Plus, remember?

It's Rudy's dinner.

We're going to find out
about the co-host?

Just taste.

Chef incredible is making magic.

You hate it.

"Hate" is a strong word.

It was a little bitter.

I'm just a bartender.

I don't normally eat vegetables.

Feathers, buddy, how you doing?

You stay. You stay.

That's a good dog.
Yeah, that's my baby.

Oh! Oh... oh!

Hmm.

Oh.

Feathers might not be
the best judge, Maurice.

Just needs a little work,
that's all.

Maurice, you know how much
I love this restaurant, right?

Sure.

Well, this has been
a stressful period,

but I promise, after tonight,

everything is going
to go back to normal, okay?

Okay.

That's a good boy.
That's a good boy.

Afternoon,
Mr. Slater.

You have a package.

Oh, yeah?
What is it.

Looks like a cake.

Huh.

You're welcome.

Hey, it's me.

I've got the contract.
Everything looks great.

She was a little upset.

You know what she can be like,

but don't worry,
everything is under control.

Well, why don't we say...

Half an hour from now?

Okay...

And listen...

Everything is going
to be great, huh?

Okay. Bye.

Mm.

Um...

I decided not to serve
the turnips tonight,

but I'm not giving up.

Blessings in the kitchen,

chapter one,

"all great chefs
take whisks."

You know that's a terrible pun.

Hasn't stopped people from
buying cookbooks, though.

Yeah.

Did Rudy get here yet?

No, and his assistant,

she's pretty panicked
even for her.

Her name's kiki.

You see her three times a week.

Oh, and his fiancee
isn't here yet either.

You know, the...
The fun one.

They had a big
fight this morning.

Yeah, why am I not surprised?

Table two, and no
scaloppini tonight.

Oh, boy.
That's the head of the network.

What am I going
to tell him about Rudy?

Billie Blessings.

My favorite chef.

I'm so glad you could make it.

Make it?

I've been waiting three months

for Rudy to pick a new co-host.

Let's get it over with!

And who is this?

This is my aunt, Cassandra Shaw.

Aunt Cassandra,
this is Vernon divoss.

Oh, Billie.

You didn't tell me
you were related

to the most beautiful woman
in the world.

Does that line
usually work for you?

A straight-shooter,
just like your niece.

I hope you're proud of her.

She's the best part of the show.

Why don't we just go on in?

We'll talk.

Hmm!

TV people.

Well, where the heck is Rudy?

Too important to show up
at his own dinner?

Why don't you have a seat?

Thank you.

- Have you heard from him?
- No.

Why isn't he here?

I've tried all his numbers.

Do you think Gretchen
canceled the show?

No, she can't do that
without her father's consent.

Finally.

Oh, hey, everybody.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

I, uh...

Had a little trouble
driving my car.

Actually, between you and me,

I had a bit of trouble
finding my car.

When I bought this channel,

I had a dream.

Rudy Slater
made that dream come true,

by producing a show

that brought us
national attention.

Let's hope our new co-host
can make us even bigger.

Rudy.

Thank you, Vernon.

Um...

This afternoon,

despite many attempts

to keep it from happening,

a new co-host signed a contract

to join wake up west coast.

Now, whether you like it or not,

she's a part of our family now,

and it's time to move on.

Mm?

Starting tonight,

our show is on a new path.

Rudy?

You okay?

It's okay.
Take it easy!

Somebody call 911!

Take it easy.

Is he really dead?

I'd say that's affirmative.

Oh, he seemed so healthy.

Guys like that, man,
hard driving...

Sometimes, they just drop.

Billie Blessings?

You own this restaurant?

Yes.

You're going to have to close.

Close?

We need to search the premises.

But we're still serving dinner.

The emts did
a preliminary tox screen.

It appears
that Rudy Slater was poisoned.

Cyanide.

I'm happy to make
the announcement myself,

but it might be less upsetting

coming from you.

So very sorry about this.

You come back any time.

Dinner will be on us,

and don't you worry.

Everything is going to be fine.

Okay?

We're holding the staff

and the people
from the private party,

except the guy
who owns the network.

We already questioned him.

Billie Blessings!

My wife loves her.

Got all these quotes
up on the fridge.

"Stir up your courage."
"Bake a friend."

I'll interview her.

What, you got a celebrity crush?

It's a long list.

Why don't you get started?

Someone lost his sense of humor.

This is outrageous.

They cannot keep us here
all night.

I need my sleep.

Clearly, the most
important problem we face

right now.

Well, some of us have to do
a show tomorrow, Phillip.

There might not be
a show tomorrow.

I still can't reach Gretchen.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Ian?

Hey, Billie.

Is there some place we can talk?

Sure.

Follow me.

My office is upstairs.

I guess they know each other.

Mm.

Her father was a cop
before he opened the restaurant.

Ian...
Was his partner.

It's good to see you.

We should find
better ways to meet.

When was the last time?

The night we opened.

Right.

We were all surprised.

Eddie Blessings,
starting a restaurant.

It was really the only thing
on his bucket list

after he retired.

You still seeing that guy?
The future senator?

Not for a while.

Oh.

I see you
on that morning show sometimes.

You're good.

How's your wife?

Ex-wife.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, it's okay.

We have a great kid.
Emma.

Eight years old.

She already reads faster
than I do.

Is this awkward?

No.

I thought it would be easier
to talk to me

than some stranger.

Do you really think
Rudy was murdered?

Well, it's hard
to get cyanide poisoning

by accident.

Cyanide.

It usually gets missed.

Looks like a heart attack,

anaphylaxis.

One of the emts smelled almonds.

Most people can't smell cyanide,
genetically.

In a way, your friend's lucky.

At least we know what happened.

Now we can find his killer.

Rudy Slater, who dropped dead
at Blessings' kitchen

a popular bistro owned

by the cooking expert

on his award-winning
morning show.

The restaurant
was closed by police

in a bizarre case
of food poisoning

that could be murder.

Hi, baby!

Look what I got!

You used to do this for me

all the time
when I couldn't sleep.

Well, tonight,
I'm doing it for me,

and if you're nice,

I might share.

So what did Ian say
about what happened?

Do they have any suspects?

I don't think so.

He asked if I knew anybody
who would want to kill Rudy.

It's hard to think

of someone who didn't want
to kill Rudy.

Aunt Cassandra.

I know you loved him,

but the man was murdered.

So, what was it like?

Seeing Ian again?

Why?

Don't you "why" me.

You guys were high
school sweethearts.

You went to prom together.

Prom was years ago,

and some of us have moved on.

Oh, please.

Remember when we opened
the restaurant,

and he brought
that girlfriend of his?

I saw the way you guys
looked at each other.

It took everything I had
not to tell him

he was making

the biggest mistake of his life.

First of all, I was engaged,

and he ended up
marrying that girlfriend.

And how did that work out
for both of you?

I hope
you're not trying to fix us up.

Oh, honey,
if I was trying to fix you up,

I'd just come right out
and say it.

You know, Rudy never said
who the new co-host was.

She's supposed to start
tomorrow.

Well, maybe
they'll cancel the show.

Well, I suppose you know

we are still going on.

I suggested we cancel,

but does anyone
ever listen to me?

No, I've got one.

Gretchen says we haven't
canceled in 25 years,

and now she's our new
executive producer,

which is like striking a match

in a room full of gasoline,

and do you know who Rudy hired

to be my new co-host?

A little fly speck he found
on some community TV station

in the middle of nowhere.

Complete amateur.
Zero experience.

I'm sure he had a reason.

Do not change the subject.

The minute she got here,

she locked herself
in her dressing room.

She is not coming out,

which is perfect,

because we go live
in 30 minutes, people!

Did anybody try to talk to her?

Maybe you haven't been listening

to what I've been saying.

This whole show is
going up in flames.

Poof!

Tiffany?

It's Billie Blessings.

I'd love to say hi.

I'm so glad to finally meet you.

I can't go out there.

I told Rudy

I don't do live television.

No, my style show
was prerecorded.

What if I make a mistake?

Rudy said that he'd help me,

but now he's gone.

He knew you could do this.

That's why he hired you.

You don't understand.
I get stage fright.

I freeze right up.

I felt exactly the same way

when I started.

You did?

I told Rudy I would faint.

Know what he said?

"People love surprises."

He gave me a great tip.

He told me

if someone asks you a question
you don't know the answer,

repeat it back.

So you have time to think.

That's a great idea.

Why don't I go get makeup?

Rudy said that you were

the nicest person that he's ever met.

He was right.

You can do this.

Gretchen, it's Billie.

What are you doing?

Gretchen!

Are you okay?

Why are you in here?

I was just...

I don't know.

I was just trying

to wrap my mind
around what happened.

Didn't you get the message?

I told kiki to call you
last night.

My phone was turned off.

I've canceled
the cooking segment.

Canceled? Why?

I'm taking you off the show.

You're firing me?

Look, I don't think
it's appropriate

for you to be here,
under the circumstances.

Gretchen,
Rudy died at my restaurant,

but I didn't kill him.

Don't make me play
your little games.

I have enough on my plate.

If you need explanations,

I suggest
you talk to the police.

You have to tell them.

They'll think she did it.

Well then,
you need to tell Billie.

I can't.

Tell Billie what?

Uh...

The police left,

and the kitchen is clean.

Tell her,
or I'll tell her myself.

Excuse me.
Can I come in?

Well, I hope this means

we can open back up.

I need to speak to Maurice.

Maurice? Why?

There was a cake
at Rudy's apartment

that tested positive
for cyanide.

It couldn't have been the cake.

Rudy drove to the restaurant.

That would take
at least 40 minutes.

Cyanide kills people in seconds.

Unless it's baked.
It combines with the sugar.

It can take hours to break down.

What is going on here?

Did you deliver a cake
to Rudy's building yesterday?

You don't have to say anything.

I did.

What?

I'm placing you under arrest

for the murder of Rudy Slater.

They knew my father.

I reminded them

that you're allowed
to see visitors

before they take you
down to booking.

Maurice...

What is happening?

Why did you take that cake
to Rudy?

When I came to work yesterday,
it was on the counter.

I figured you baked it
the night before,

because you were going
to have it on the show,

and then I got a text from you

asking me to bring it
to Rudy's apartment,

so I did.

I didn't...
I didn't send you a text.

It was your number.

Your name popped
right up on my screen.

I was with Rudy on the set.

Why would I send a cake
to his apartment?

How should I know?

Why didn't you check?

It didn't seem like
I needed to check

until Rudy got poisoned,

then the police were there
and I couldn't say anything.

You have to tell them.

There's more.

When I got back
to the restaurant,

I found an old can of rat poison
under the sink.

Cyanocide.

The only ingredient is cyanide.

Maurice...

I didn't put it together.

I figured somebody found it
in the basement.

No one uses cyanide
for pest control anymore.

You can't even buy it.

I knew it was dangerous,

so I took it
and put it in my car.

In your car?

Well, I couldn't throw it
in the dumpster.

There was enough cyanide
in that can

to wipe out half the west coast.

I didn't know what it was,

not at first.

After Rudy died, I hid it.

That's evidence!

There's someone

trying to make it look
like you poisoned Rudy.

If I told the police

about that cyanide,

you'd be in here, not me,

and that's not going to happen.

If you don't tell them,
and they find it,

they'll think you poisoned Rudy.

Can you get feathers?

He's alone at my apartment.

Okay.

They're keeping him.

They have security footage

of him delivering that cake,

and they say he's a flight risk.

The D.A. Has two days
to press charges.

I don't see how they can.
He has no motive.

He has a record.

What?

Yeah, Maurice
has been arrested before.

Maurice was just
running the streets

when your father met him,

and his family?

Like a barrel of snakes,

and your father tried
to help him,

but Maurice kept getting
into trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Break-ins, mostly,

and that's how he ended up
in prison,

but that's when he learned
how to cook,

'cause your father convinced him
to go into the program.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because it was not my place
to tell you,

and besides, your father said

don't judge him by his mistakes.

What matters is
how he's changed.

How are we going
to get through this?

Oh, my gosh.

Excuse me, excuse me.
Hey, hey, hey.

Stay with me.
Come on.

'Scuse us!
'Scuse us.

Coming through.
Coming through.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Hey, out of the way!
Out of the way.

Coming...
Coming through.

Here we go, here we go.
Out of the way.

Oh, man,

I'm really sorry about that.

It's not your fault.

Actually, it kind of is.

I knew it was going to happen.

I should have warned you,

but Gretchen said
I'd get better footage

if I caught you by surprise.

Why don't I make some coffee?

Chapter five...

"Every conversation
is improved by pie."

What are you guys doing here?

Gretchen told everyone
Maurice was arrested.

And kiki called me,

and we couldn't leave
you by yourself.

Why would Maurice kill Rudy?

Maurice didn't kill anybody.

Maurice can't even
kill a spider.

He takes them outside.

Gretchen said the police
have security footage of him

delivering the cake.

'Cause he got a text
from my phone,

telling him to deliver it there.

You told him to do it?

Somebody else
must have used my phone.

Here, have some coffee.

It'll help you think.

We should be systematic.

I made a spreadsheet.

Everyone from the restaurant

and the TV studio

and their connection to Rudy.

Computer geek to the rescue.

Look, I know
some people didn't like him,

but he changed my life.

He gave the commencement address

at my college,

and when I told him that
I wanted to work in television,

he hired me,

a farm girl with no experience.

Well, okay, farm girl.
Let's see what you've got.

Okay.

All of the contact numbers

are on the right.

I've starred the people

with the strongest motives.

It's nothing personal.

I just tried to be objective.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
hold on, hold on.

Why do I have a star?

You know how Rudy said

someone was trying
to sabotage the show?

Last week,

someone emailed
Lanie's old contract to Lance.

Before she died,
she was making twice his salary.

Ouch.

So Lance demanded a raise
twice the amount.

It wasn't in the budget,

so Rudy made a list of everyone
he could cut...

Lance, Billie, or Phil.

He wanted to fire me?

You're the highest-paid
camera operator

on the show.

Did Rudy call you yesterday?

Because I saw a note
in his office.

Yeah, but he didn't fire me,
if that's what you're saying.

He wanted the password
to the film archives

so he could watch
audition footage.

It was just after
that big fight.

I assumed he was looking
for a different co-host.

Maybe we should give Tiffany
a star, too.

I mean, if she was afraid

he was going
to change his mind...

I think we should give this list

to the police.

I agree with aunt Cassandra.

Whoa, maybe you didn't see...

There's a star beside your name.

You don't want to investigate?

No.

No...

If we're not investigating,

how come you in here,
looking like Nancy drew?

You saw that list.

Maurice is the best suspect,

and I need to prove
that he didn't do it.

Oh, is that just a feeling?

How you going to prove it?

Well, I thought I'd start
at Rudy's apartment,

see if he had
any other visitors yesterday.

You know, this might seem

a little obvious
to point out right now,

but your father
was the police officer,

not you.

Maurice is family.

I am not about
to let him go to jail

for a crime he didn't commit.

I knew it was you.

It's me.

Billie Blessings.

My wife watches you
every morning.

Can I get an autograph?

"Pookie," huh?

Yeah, it's a pet name.

She used to be terrified
to cook,

but you gave her confidence,

changed her whole life.

Aw...

And what's your name?

Oh, Zach.

I guess you're here
about Mr. Slater.

Look, I'm really sorry
about what happened,

but I'm afraid I can't let you
into the apartment.

Actually, I was wondering

if anyone else came to see Rudy
yesterday,

besides the man
who brought the cake.

No, not that I saw, no,

but the police took a copy
of the security footage.

Maybe they'll find something.

Copy?

Does that mean
you have the footage?

Oh...

I don't think I'm allowed

to show anybody
besides management.

Not even
for a friend of your wife?

So it runs 24-7.

We record it to this computer,

and then back it up
to a server off-site

every night.

That's Maurice.

That was yesterday morning,

about 9:00...

The usual residents
coming and going,

and then Mr. Slater
came home at 3:00.

That's it.

Nobody else came in

until he left
about four hours later.

Wait.
Can you go back?

Sure.

Okay, stop.

Right there.

Who is that?

Miss divoss.
His fiancee.

She didn't come in,
and I didn't wave,

'cause I...
Well, I'm trying to be discreet.

She was just standing there?

Look, I don't want
to get anyone in trouble.

Of course not.

Okay, between you and me?

Mr. Slater was kind
of a ladies' man,

one girlfriend after another.

He was seeing somebody
before miss divoss.

And she used to hang around
the same way, all moony,

just watching the building

like, you know,
maybe he'd change his mind,

but he was a player.

May he rest in peace.

No, once he moved on,
it was over.

You think that's why
Gretchen didn't come inside?

Because she thought Mr. Slater
had moved on?

Well, I can't say for sure,

but I did see him
with a brunette a few times.

Real stunner.

Penny for your thoughts.

Are you following me?

I wasn't planning to.

I came by the restaurant

just as you were leaving.

You had such an
intense expression,

I decided to see
where it'd take us.

Why were you at the restaurant?

Oh, I heard you
finagled your way

into seeing Maurice terrebone.

Finagle? No.

Visits are permitted.

Well, most officers
won't allow it,

and Rudy's doorman
definitely wasn't allowed

to show you that
security footage.

Interfering with
a police investigation

is a crime,

but if you want to help Maurice,

this isn't the way to do it.

Ian, you must have seen
Gretchen divoss

on that security footage.

Why was she there?

I can't talk to you
about the case.

And yesterday,

Gretchen and Rudy
got into a big fight,

and Gretchen told Rudy
she'd break him.

Did your father ever tell you

about occam's razor?

The simplest explanation
is usually the best.

Maybe she came
by Rudy's apartment

to apologize.

Is that what she told you?

Look, Maurice
gave Rudy the cake,

not Gretchen.

Ian, Maurice
doesn't have a motive.

He didn't like Rudy's
influence over you.

He was afraid

you were getting
swept up in that show.

Okay, according

to everyone I've spoken to,

that restaurant
is his whole life.

He has nothing else.

So the prospect of losing that,

I bet it made him
feel pretty desperate.

Not enough to kill someone.

He's made bad decisions before.

Look, Maurice
took that cake to Rudy

because he got a text from me

telling him to take it...

Only I didn't send him the text.

Look, I know we have history,

but I can't take your phone.

Look, take it.
Look through it.

It doesn't matter.
Look, take it.

You won't find anything.

Hey, feathers!

Hi.

Do you want to go
for a sleepover?

Come on.
Let's go.

Let's get leashed up.

Come on.
Come on, buddy. Come on.

Oh, yeah, we're going
to have so much fun.

Yes, we are.

Let me grab all your stuff.

All right.
Where are you going?

Where're you going, buddy?
What's over there?

You want a treat?
Okay, I'll get you a treat.

I'll get you a treat.

Oh!

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness.

Let me think. Okay.

Okay.

All right.

Okay, what do I do?
What do I do?

All right, uh...

Oh, boy.

Oh...

Hey, don't look at me like that.

You know they're going
to come over here

and search this place.

You want your daddy
to go to prison?

Oh, boy.
Okay, let's go, feathers.

All right.
Come on, little guy.

Okay.

Okay, come here.

All right.

Okay, let me let you loose.

Hang on, hang on.

Okay, go.

It's okay, buddy.

It's nothing.

You recognize this?

No.

You sure the door was locked?

We didn't find any
sign of forced entry.

Because whoever did this
must have a key,

like they have a key
to the restaurant,

which is how they got the cake

into the restaurant kitchen.

Yeah, unless
the person who did this

isn't Rudy's killer.

Occam's razor.

The simplest explanation
is usually the best.

Maurice couldn't have done this,

because he's in jail.

Maybe they saw me
at Rudy's building.

Or they saw you
doing something else

I don't know about.

Well, you were following me,
so you know everything.

It's just temporary.

So, Tiffany,

this is your second day with us.

How do you like us so far?

How do you like having me?

Oh, boy. Looks like
she's going to make me say it.

I feel like you have been
part of our family forever.

Am I right, viewers?

Why are you not at the studio?

I called in sick.

I can't take another day

as Gretchen's assistant.

Losing our executive producer

the night before you started...

That was a shock.

It was a shock.

I think Lance has
a crush on her.

He's following her around
like a baby duck.

But I understand

the police already have someone
in custody.

This may sound crazy, but...

Do you think Rudy
was seeing her?

I guess you don't know
about the pictures.

These were posted

two days before Rudy died.

I think

it's what he and Gretchen
were fighting about.

Who would take these?

Rudy thought

Gretchen hired
a private detective

because she was jealous,

and someone leaked
these pictures

to this website.

What if Gretchen
leaked the pictures?

Gretchen?

Why would she do that?

She told Rudy
she'd destroy the show.

That's pretty crazy,
even for Gretchen.

Gretchen was at Rudy's
apartment building

the day he died.

Are you saying
Gretchen killed him?

I think
I need to pay Tiffany a visit,

and find out
why Gretchen was so upset.

Billie!

I was stress shopping.

If I would have known
you were here,

I would have come
straight from the studio.

Oh, I guess my secret's out.

I'm your biggest fan.

I still can't believe

you're here
in my little kitchen.

I watched you on
the show this morning.

You did a great job.

That is just because
you talked me off that ledge.

How did...

How did Rudy find you, anyway?

I had a style show.

I was community TV.

Nobody ever saw it,

but Rudy showed up one day

and told me
that he would make me a star.

Just between you and me,

I still don't know
why he did that.

Do you think
that Rudy could have been...

Maybe just
a little bit in love with you?

You saw the pictures.

I was afraid that would happen.

You must think
I'm a terrible person.

No! No.

Our relationship
was strictly professional.

That's why those pictures
were so upsetting.

Gretchen called me

as soon as she saw them.

She said that I didn't know
who I was dealing with.

Mm.
Sounds like Gretchen.

Rudy said
that she could be a bit jealous,

and right from the beginning,
he didn't want me on set.

We had to meet in coffee shops.

He even snuck me
into his apartment

through the service entrance.

You went to his apartment?

Oh, no, not like that.

Just to sign the contracts.

You must have been there
the day Rudy got the cake.

I was there for five minutes,

and I didn't see anything.

I signed the contracts
and I left.

Please don't tell the police.

Wait...

It wasn't just for the pictures.

As soon as I met Rudy,

I started getting
these phone calls

from this unlisted number.

They would breathe
and then they would hang up.

I found a message on my car
in lipstick.

"Co-host," crossed out
with a big x.

Rudy thought it was
somebody from the show,

and he said
they were unstable...

But the day that Rudy died...

He told me
he knew who was doing it.

He had proof.

He was planning
on taking it to the police.

Tiffany!

You have to tell them.

I can't.

Don't you see?

Someone killed Rudy.

If they think
that I know something,

they'll kill me, too.

Hey.

Oh, thank goodness.

What's going on?

The police said
we could re-open.

Cassandra said

if you didn't get here
in five minutes,

she was going
to make me a sous-chef.

Where the hell have you been?

I have been calling you all day.

I don't have my phone.

Oh, honestly!

You would lose your head

if it wasn't attached
to your neck.

We have 40 reservations,

and a wait list,

and we open in a half hour.

Listen up, people!

I want your best
efforts tonight.

We need to re-open
with confidence,

so that our customers can return

to the place that they
have loved and trusted

for the last 12 years.

Let's go.

Can you take over, please?

I have no idea what I'm doing.

I...

I think we should send
the staff home.

I mean, maybe they didn't know
we were open.

No, they did.

I called every reservation

and the entire wait list.

They knew.

I guess the prospect
of cyanide poisoning

killed their appetites.

Didn't have a way to call you,

so I just thought I'd swing by.

Could've called the restaurant.

Well, I wanted to make sure

I got you in person, though.

Mm.

Maurice did receive a text
from your number.

We checked his phone.

He deleted the text,

but tech team found it again.

We located all the
phone company records,

and it turns out
that text he got...

Was spoofed.

Spoofed?

Someone used an illegal program

to substitute your number
for theirs,

and the only way to catch that
is the serial number.

Oh, and what happened to it?

Didn't match your phone.

So you were right.

Looks like someone set him up.

Any idea who that was?

Oh, no, the serial number
was fake, too.

It's a pretty good trick.

No way to trace it.

Mm.

Well...

On the bright side,
I could make you dinner.

About to take three dozen steaks
down to a soup kitchen, so...

I would like that.

Come on.

Now I see why you're so famous.

Maurice is the real chef,

and my dad.

Well, you do
a great impersonation.

Yeah, when I first got
out of college,

I wrote food reviews
for this little paper.

So when my dad
opened the restaurant,

he and Maurice ran the kitchen.

I did the "vision" thing.

What was the vision?

Food is love.

I know it sounds corny,

but it was so true,

for both of them,

and I wanted people
to get that message.

Well, I think we do.

Yeah, well,
it was a lot of work,

especially in the beginning.

Is that why
you never got married?

Future senator said
I married the restaurant.

- Ouch.
- Yeah.

Aunt Cassandra never felt
we were a great match.

Then my dad died,

and I had to teach myself
how to be a chef.

I wrote a cookbook,

and Rudy put me on the show,

and then all of a sudden,
I ended up here...

Cooking dinner for you.

Well, what can I say?

Sometimes, I guess
I just get lucky.

And...

Why did we stop dating?

Truthfully?

Well, you were heading off
to college,

and I was training to be a cop,

so I just told myself
you were over my pay grade.

My dad was a cop.

By the time I put that together,

you were with the senator.

And by the time
he and I broke up,

you were married.

Yeah.

I guess we just kept
missing each other.

Uh, speaking of which,

isn't there some rule

about having dinner
with suspects?

I don't see any suspects.

You're not looking hard enough.

D.A. decided
not to press charges.

Oh!

Maurice, I can't
believe you're here.

I wanted to tell you.

I just didn't know

when it would be official.

You should go.

Maurice!

No. It's okay.

I'll let you two catch up.

Thank you.
It's amazing.

What was that all about?

I don't trust him,
and you shouldn't either.

He's the reason

why they decided
not to press charges.

Maybe...

Or maybe
they have more interest in you.

You really think I'm a suspect?

Ian's partner found me
outside the courthouse.

He said, "don't get
too comfortable."

And if the police think

you baked that cake for Rudy,

he's going to make you pay.

And Rudy died
in your restaurant.

I don't think it's wise

to invite the detectives
over to dinner.

I didn't invite him.

He just showed up.

You know what your father said

about Ian Jackson?

He's nice,

and that's his superpower.

Criminals, they trust him,

and you could be
telling him things

that could get you in trouble,

and you wouldn't even know.

I gave him my phone.

What?

And I have the cyanide.
It's in my closet.

Well, look,
you didn't hide it very well.

It was right in your cupboard.

Why would you take it?

I didn't want the police
to search your apartment.

And what happens
if they search your house?

I haven't gotten that far yet.

You were in jail, not me.

Come on, feathers.

Attaboy.

You do that every night?

Maurice terrebone.

I never thought I'd be so happy

to see you fussing
over that dog.

They think Billie did it?

That's what he said.

Well, that detective
needs to work

on his powers of observation.

Billie was Rudy's only friend,

and there's a whole phonebook
of people who didn't like him,

starting with that prickly one
he was about to marry.

Gretchen.

Yeah, Gretchen...
Didn't you say

that they had
some kind of big fight

right before he died?

Yeah, Gretchen thought Rudy
was having an affair.

Mm-hmm.

Looks like trouble to me.

Tiffany said their relationship
was strictly professional.

Of course she said that.

My first husband?
Deny, deny, deny.

They deny when you
catch them red-handed.

It's what they cling to.

Oh, look.

Looks like they've been
talking business for a while.

Christmas was nine months ago,

and we weren't even
looking for a co-host.

Well, I guess
Gretchen had plenty of time

to build up a resentment.

I think she might have been
stalking Tiffany.

I hope Tiffany told the police.

She was too afraid.

You should have seen her.
She was terrified.

Tiffany moon?

I really can't talk.

It shouldn't take long.

Those photos are misleading.

Rudy and I were not
in a relationship.

According to his phone records,

you called his private number
once a month

for the last nine months.

I can explain.

I was hoping you'd say that.

What are you doing here?

The same as you.
Paying my respects.

Kiki tell you
I'm going on strike?

Everything out of focus

'til you're back on the show,

with cookies.

Chapter ten, "good cookies
make good friends."

It's no fun without you.

I'm fun.

Still working
on that spreadsheet?

Who gets a star today?

Gretchen.

Yeah,

pretty sure she left
a threatening message

for Tiffany,

on her car,

in lipstick.

Okay.

That's unsettling.

Hmm.

How long do you think I have

before she kicks me out?

She can't kick you
out of a funeral.

Says who?

I need to talk to Tiffany.

Remind me to call her

next time I need
a private investigator.

Billie Blessings.

I heard you got yourself fired.

Well, your fans
are in an uproar.

I didn't realize
you had so many.

We're getting slammed
on social media.

I'm sorry.

Hey, I told my daughter
it was a mistake.

I couldn't talk her out of it.

She's a little temperamental.

Do you think we have
enough tea sandwiches?

Get out of my way.

And here she is.
Perfect timing.

You made your power play.

Now I'd appreciate it
if you'd leave so I can mourn.

I was just saying,
we need to find a way

to get Billie back on the show.

We'll have Tiffany
interview her.

They can fact-check
a few rumors.

Maybe even find the killer,

flush them out of hiding.

Do we really want the show
to have that kind of reputation?

Yes.

I mean, yes,
I would like to be on the show.

No, it's totally inappropriate.

Great, the more
inappropriate, the better.

Our ratings will go
through the roof.

I'm sorry for your loss.

She claims she sent Rudy
a demo last Christmas.

She wanted to do
a style segment.

Rudy took an interest.

His fiancee said

there wasn't enough money
in the budget.

Smart woman.

Does it strike you as strange

that Tiffany tries
to get on the show,

and six months later,
Lanie Haywood dies?

That was a food allergy.

Tiffany was
pretty jumpy yesterday.

She's hiding something.

What if Rudy killed Lanie

so he could put
Tiffany on the show?

Because he wanted
to be with her?

Maybe.

Then once Tiffany got
a signed contract,

she got rid of him.

Hey...

Did you know about this?

No.

And we are back!

Well, viewers,

we have a very
special guest today...

Billie Blessings.

Good to have you back, Billie.

It's good to be here.

I'm going
to cut right to the chase.

A lot of people want to know

how Rudy Slater
got that poisoned cake.

Let's ask the question.

Did you bake it?

Who do you think baked the cake?

Uh...

I'm not sure.

You must have some idea.

The other day,

you said you were
feeling threatened.

Did I say that?

I don't remember.

It sounded

like Rudy was worried
for your safety.

I doubt I used
those exact words.

That sounds pretty dramatic.

She's completely off-script.

Should I cut to commercial?

Threatening
messages on your car...

Keep it going.

Posted pictures of you and Rudy

on the Internet.

Oh, those pictures
are not accurate.

No, I mean, they happened,

but not the way it looks.

My relationship with Rudy
was strictly professional.

Rudy figured out
who was trying to hurt you

before he died, didn't he?

He told you he had proof.

I guess
that's what she was hiding.

Why didn't you tell the police?

Don't worry.

We're all here for you.

I promise,

we're going to keep you safe.

I didn't tell the police...

Because I was afraid.

Do you know who killed Rudy?

No...

But I think they killed Lanie.

Lanie Haywood?

Rudy never understood

how she died
from hazelnut coffee.

She was too careful
with her food allergies,

so when I started
receiving threats,

he said he thought
Lanie had been poisoned.

We need a tox screen
on Lanie Haywood.

I want her tested
for everything...

Especially cyanide.

Nice job.

A little tough to get
a word in edgewise,

but that was quite the scoop.

Nice job?

I think she's the most
clever person

I have ever met.

Well, not really that clever.

I wasn't really sure
which way that was going to go.

I didn't understand
what you were doing at first,

and then I realized
that if I told everybody on TV,

nobody could hurt me.

I feel safe
for the first time in weeks.

Lanie might have been murdered.

Now is not the time
to celebrate.

I might have been wrong
about you, Tiffany.

For that, I'm sorry.

I had no idea you
were so frightened.

Let's talk.

Billie,

that was one of the most
amazing live interviews

I have ever seen.

I wish I could have done
something like that.

You must really be proud.
Keep up the good work.

First lesson of live television,

you never get what you expect.

You looked a little surprised
out there.

Maybe you were hoping

that Tiffany would say
Gretchen killed Rudy.

To be honest,
I've wondered that myself.

I saw those pictures
on the Internet,

and believe me,

I caught an earful when I signed
Tiffany's contract.

Yeah, I have to admit,

I was starting to get
a little worried...

Right up
until that Lanie shocker.

Doesn't it bother you

that two people we cared about

were murdered?

I like you, Billie,

but Gretchen is my little girl.

If you hurt her,

I will make you pay.

Listen...

Tiffany was afraid.

I wanted to help her talk.

I had no idea she was going
to say that stuff about Lanie.

You should stop.

We need to ask you
a few questions.

Nobody ever suspected
Lanie Haywood was poisoned.

What did you hope to gain

by bringing it up on live TV?

I didn't bring it up.

Tiffany did.

I think
you had Tiffany announce it

to make yourself look innocent.

Hide in plain sight.

What would I be hiding?

You tell me.

Gretchen divoss said

you baked muffins
the day Lanie died.

Three people said

they saw you give one to Lanie.

You think I poisoned her?

Rudy found out,
you poisoned him, too.

You had Maurice terrebone

deliver that cake
right on camera,

and then you sent him
a fake text

to get both of you off the hook.

I did not send that text.

Okay, but you did write
that scary message

in your own house

to make it look like
the killer was stalking you.

Why assume that?

Wouldn't it make more sense

that someone broke
into my house?

We found
a receipt on your phone.

You bought lipstick.

Passion flower.

It matches the lipstick

that was used on Tiffany's car,

and in Rudy's wine closet.

Well, you must see
what's happening.

Someone is setting me up.

We are exploring other suspects,

but the evidence
is pretty strong.

I didn't want Lanie's job.

I told Rudy I wouldn't take it.

That's a convenient story,

since Rudy's not here
to confirm or deny it.

Am I under arrest?

We have to wait
for Lanie's tox screen.

I didn't kill anyone.

That's what my partner thinks.

Myself, I'm starting
to acquire a few doubts.

Kiki Owens?

Hey, so...
So what did the cops say?

Did they mention that list?

People Rudy wanted to fire?

They don't care about that list.

They think I did it.

What? Why?

Because I wanted Lanie's job.

No, no, no, no,

you're the nicest person
on this show.

That's not
what the police think.

Well if it's about Lanie's job,

then they should be looking
at Tiffany.

I mean, she's the one
that got it,

plus she tried to get
on the show before.

Tiffany?

Yeah, she sent us a demo
last Christmas.

She wanted to do,
like, a style segment.

Phil!

Oh, no, no.
No, no, no.

Don't go all Sherlock on me.

I'm not saying
that Tiffany killed Lanie.

What if she did?

First of all,

you should pay more attention
to your own interview.

Rudy didn't think
Tiffany was a killer.

She was being threatened.

He was trying to protect her.

According to Tiffany.

Maybe she made up all that stuff
about being threatened

just to throw everybody off.

Number two,

Tiffany does not have
the bandwidth to kill anyone.

Maybe that's what
she wants us to think.

She has the motive.

We know Rudy was looking
at audition footage.

Maybe we should check out
that demo reel.

I don't know if you've noticed,

but there are cops
crawling all over this place.

I shouldn't even be
talking to you.

You could give me that password.

The audition footage
isn't on the server.

You can only access it
from two computers,

Rudy's and mine.

I can meet you after work.

Why are you still here?

You need to leave, right now...

And if I ever see you
talking to her again,

you're fired.

Where are you?

On my way home...

Or jail.

I'm not sure.

You see the interview?

Listen, um...

The cops are here
searching your house.

Maurice...

Don't worry, I took care of it

while you were
at Rudy's funeral.

Uh, I don't think
you should come back yet.

Okay.

Lay low for a while.

It's nice to know
it's still your favorite place.

Let me guess.

You're waiting for the police
to finish searching your house.

Can you blame me?

Peace offering.

My detective partner
got a little overheated.

So is this some new strategy

so I don't realize

I'm being interrogated?

Look...

I don't think you killed Rudy.

You could talk to me, though,
and tell me what you know.

It'd help me.

Talk to you as a detective,

or as a friend?

Well, detectives have friends.

Well, at least
that's what I've heard.

Look, Ian...
Tiffany Moon

was at Rudy's apartment

the day he died.

She got in through
some side entrance

so no one would see her

getting in the building.

Why didn't you say
something before?

I was trying to protect her.

She said

that if the killer knew
that she was there,

they might try to hurt her,

but now I'm starting
to wonder...

And you need to check that demo,

'cause I don't know
what's on it,

but Rudy was definitely looking
for it

before he died.

Okay.

Thank you.

For what?

For trusting me.

Phil?

Phil!

Phil!

It's a good thin

the whole house
would have burned down,

with him in it.

Is he going to be okay?

Yeah, he seems okay.

They're taking him
to the E.R. to be sure.

I'm going to need your name

and contact information, please.

Excuse me!

Oh, one second.

Hey, do I know you?

No, I don't think so.

People are killing my grass.

Okay, ma'am...

Billie texts me.

She asks me to meet
her at my house

so we could look at
Tiffany Moon's demo.

I put this crazy
idea in her head

that Tiffany killed Lanie

to get her job,

and, I don't know,
I felt really bad about it.

So I went home.

I figured
I could show Billie the tape

and we'd just put it all
behind us,

but as soon as I walked
in that door,

someone cracked me
on the back of the head.

That's the last thing
I remember.

You think Billie did it?

No.

We're going to need
a copy of that demo.

If you think of anything else,
give me a call.

Yeah.

We've got to get
a copy of Tiffany's demo.

He knew she was coming over.

Why is he protecting her?

Well, let's check her GPS.

See if it puts her
at Nardi's house.

No, we can't.

We have her tracking data,

and it's legal.
She gave us the phone.

It's not how I work.

Yeah, I know how you work.

Friends with everyone.

Iron fist in a velvet glove.

You seemed a little
too cozy with her

the other night,
when she made you dinner.

So you tracking me now, too?

Actually,
I was following the chef.

I was surprised
to see you there.

To be honest,

it kind of makes me question
your objectivity.

My objectivity is intact,
thanks.

I appreciate your concern.

Then let's just check the GPS.

It shouldn't be a problem

unless she's got
something to hide, right?

Take that as a yes.

You walked away
from the scene of a crime?

I didn't walk.
I drove.

This might be a good time
to tell her about the cyanide.

Cyanide?

You're right.

I made a mistake.

I'll call the police.

No, you won't!

I can just explain
what happened.

And then what?

You're just going to sit down

and have a nice piece
of celebration cake?

Who would want to blow up
Phil's place, anyway?

He was about to show me
Tiffany's demo.

I think it might connect her
to Lanie's murder.

You think

she killed Lanie?

And she was in Rudy's apartment

the day he died.

Tiffany quit.

Quit?

I found her leaving
a note on your desk

after the police interviews.

She said live television
is too stressful.

She's going back

to peebles falls.

When?

Sounds like tonight.

Somebody's in a hurry.

We have to stop her.

Leave your phone.

The police had it.

They can track you.

What is happening?

I think Tiffany killed Lanie
and Rudy.

Uh...
I'll go with her.

Do you have a plan?

To keep Tiffany from leaving.

Maybe we're too late.

Tiffany?

Tiffany?

Why would she run?

She wasn't even a suspect.

Maybe something changed.

Billie?

Well, you've caught me.

Caught you?

I was trying to sneak away,
but I forgot my phone.

Hope you're not mad.

You can't just leave.

Those two detectives
interviewed me.

I told them everything I know.

You told them
you were at Rudy's apartment?

I might have skipped over
that part,

but that just seems like
the kind of fiddly detail

that everybody would get
caught up on.

Phil said Rudy had a recording
identifying the killer.

- He did?
- He does?

Yeah, well...
He might.

I think so.

Phil said
it was at Rudy's apartment.

In his apartment?

We should tell the police.

Phil told the police,

the police looked for it.

They couldn't find it,

but Phil says
it's probably there.

So if we want
to catch the killer,

we're going to have to find
this recording on our own.

In Rudy's apartment.

Right.

How do we get in?

Oh, I know how.

Don't worry.

Rudy said nobody ever uses
the service entrance.

The security cameras back here
don't even work.

What exactly are we doing here?

Proving Tiffany knows

how to get into
Rudy's apartment.

Did Phil say that,
about the recording?

No, but there is a recording.

It may connect Tiffany
to Lanie's murder,

and I'm pretty sure
she tried to kill Phil

to keep him
from showing it to me.

She tried to kill Phil?

Found it.

Kind of spooky, isn't it?

Is this how you got in?
The day Rudy died?

Well, this is how
I always got in.

Rudy didn't want
Gretchen to know

we were talking.

Okay, I think
we should split up.

That is a terrible idea.

Why don't you check the kitchen?

Do you have your phone?

Yeah, why?

Turn on the recorder.

Try to get her to say
she was here that day.

Where is Rudy's wine closet?

Uh, down the hall,
by the bedroom.

Okay.

Testing. Testing.

So, do you...

Did you come here often?

Uh...

Billie!

Billie!

Billie!

We just found a...

What is that?

What is happening?

Kiki?

Somebody must have followed us.

She didn't say
where she was going?

I'm not her babysitter.

Look, guys, we can do this here,

or I can take all three of you

down to the station.

I think we found her.

Nobody came in.

I've been at this desk
all night.

I just need the keys.

Police!

Come out with your hands up.

Keep trying, keep trying.

I cannot get a signal!

Oh, my god.

What is going on here?

Where's kiki?

Kiki?

Is she dead?

What happened?

I'm calling an ambulance.

No, please don't.

You probably have a concussion.

I don't want you
to get in trouble.

Oh, don't worry.

She's already in trouble.

We didn't break in.
I had a key.

We were just looking
for the recording...

Of Rudy's killer.

Tiffany found a gun.

I sent her to get Billie.

That's the last thing
I remember.

Hold on.

It was there.

Why wouldn't the police
have taken it

when they searched
Rudy's apartment?

The gun was registered to Rudy.

Purchased legally,

and it wasn't related
to the case.

Can you follow me?

I need to show you something.

A recording?

Of Rudy's murderer?

Okay, I might have
bent the truth a little,

but I'm pretty sure
I just figured out

who did this.

I just need two hours.

Just give me two hours
to prove it.

It's not your job to prove it,

and the more you try,
the more guilty you look.

I didn't ransack this apartment,

and I couldn't have
knocked kiki out.

I was locked in this closet.

Why did you come here?

You sent me a text.

I didn't send you a text.

I left my phone
at the restaurant.

Why'd you go
to Phil Nardi's house?

He sent me a text
telling me to come over.

Phil said you sent him a text.

Someone is trying to frame me,

and they were here,
in this apartment.

I just need two hours.

That's all I'm asking.

Let's go.

What about the police officer?

He's letting us leave?

We really don't have time

to talk about this.

Why aren't we picking her up?

The person
who killed Rudy Slater

locked Billie and Tiffany Moon
in a wine closet

and trashed Rudy's apartment.

They were looking for something.

If we let Billie go,
they'll follow her.

Why?

Same reason
they tried to kill Phil Nardi...

Keep her from finding evidence.

I hope
she hasn't brainwashed you

with her magic food.

Where are we going?

Phil's house.

I need to see the recording.

Tiffany couldn't have done this.

She was locked in a closet.

Maybe she has a helper.

Lance.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Come on. Baby.
Don't let me down.

What do I win if you're wrong?

Phil might not be
happy to see you.

I don't have a choice.

Wait here.
I'll be back.

I'm so sorry
about what happened.

You know the police told me
to call them

if you tried to contact me.

I just need five minutes,
please.

Look, I know
who killed Lanie and Rudy,

but I can't prove it
without your help.

All right.
Come on.

Maybe he forgave her.

Maybe.

Phil's laptop
was destroyed in the fire,

but we can access the recording
from Rudy's computer at work.

Kiki and I will go in the back.

You distract the guard.

I'm not a very good actress.

You'll do fine.

Why did you send her away?

So we have time
to look at the demo.

But what if Lance followed us?

I don't think he did.

I'm going in.

Call Phil Nardi.

Make him give you
names, all right?

Everyone that auditioned
for that co-host job...

Phil Nardi sent a video.

Okay, I'm going to need
the password to Rudy's computer

to get into it.

I can't help you.

Not this time.

What are you doing?

Could you drop the nice
act for two minutes?

Isn't that why
you brought me here?

To confront me with my demo,

make me confess?

I didn't want it to be true.

Why?

Is it so hard to believe
that I could do Lanie's job?

For your information,

I ran the TV station
at my college.

I did everything.

Editing, producing, talent...

When Rudy met me,

he said
I was even better than Lanie

because I'm smart.

So I came here,

and do you know what happened
when he saw my demo?

He laughed.

He said if I wanted Lanie's job,

I would have
to buy my own network.

Lanie would never retire.

So you poisoned her.

That rat poison
was 60 years old.

I didn't think it would work.

Where did you get it?

I found it in the barn
when I went home over Christmas.

Kiki, you're so talented.

You could have succeeded
in so many other ways.

That's easy for you to say.

You were Rudy's pet.

He gave you everything,

and he kept giving you more,

even though
you didn't deserve it.

So you framed me
because you were angry.

I wasn't angry.
You just made it so easy.

"Kiki, can you check
my schedule?

Send flowers to that guest?

Find my car keys?"

So that's how you got
into the restaurant,

planted the cake
and the rat poison.

That's how I did it all.

You were so helpful.

Keys, passwords, credit cards...

I thought we were friends.

You should pay more attention.

People in television
don't have friends.

I'm going
to read the close of the show,

where we wish everyone
a great day

and welcome them

to wake up with us
again tomorrow.

Uh, well, that's...
That's Lanie's part

so you should read one
you could get.

You don't think
I can do Lanie's job?

No, I'm just saying

that she's been here
for, like, 10 years,

so she's not going anywhere.

Oh...

Well, I don't think
she'll be around much longer,

and Rudy promised the job to me.

There's our mystery host.

That's one way.

The police followed us.

If you shoot me,
they'll find you.

I'll tell them
you shot yourself...

Out of guilt.

I tried to stop you.

Tragically, I failed.

They'll never believe you,

not after they see that demo.

Oh, that demo
doesn't prove a thing!

That's what I said to Rudy.

"Saying
someone might leave the show

doesn't make you a murderer."

But saying you killed them does.

What are you going to do?

Shoot me, too?

Come on!

I'll take the studio.

Okay.

Mmph!

Shh...

I wouldn't run.

Could make great TV.

I'm sorry.

Go.

It took a while to get us here,

but I'm so glad
we're all at the same table.

You know,
a very wise man once said,

when you break bread
with someone,

you make them your friend.

To Rudy, for making us friends.

To Rudy.

And to Billie.

Welcome back.

Oh, thank you.

And I'm glad

we talked Tiffany into staying.

And Billie...
Um...

Rudy meant a lot to me,

and when I thought that you...

Well, look, what I'm
trying to say is...

I shouldn't have fired you.
I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

Okay, no more talking.

Let's eat.

This smells amazing.

Ah, delicious.

Oh, man, this is fantastic.

What is this?

It's turnip.
Mwah!

Excuse me.

Hey.

Thanks for the invite.

Why don't you come inside?

The last time I saw

your aunt Cassandra and Maurice,

they were pretty upset.

Well, you did try to arrest me.

I think I should
get a few points

for letting you walk away

from Rudy's apartment.

And for explaining
that can of cyanide

that was in Maurice's car

to the district attorney.

How did you know it was kiki?

When we were
at Rudy's apartment,

I asked where Rudy's
wine closet was,

and she told me,

without asking why,

which is strange,

given all the questions
she usually asks.

It was as if she already knew,

and then we got locked in,

and then I started thinking
about occam's razor,

the simplest explanation.

Who had access
to all that information...

Credit cards, emails,
keys, schedules?

Kiki.

Yeah.

She's smart...
Just like Rudy said...

And she made herself
indispensable.

She had the expertise
to hack your phone

and send spoof texts.

Occam's razor.

I'm pretty sure that
puts another point

in my favor...

Which means, technically,

I get a fresh start.

Well, you know what they say.

A good dessert makes
anything possible.

You want to come in

for some celebration cake?

Cake?

What are we celebrating?

Teamwork.

I like it.

So do I.

Come on.