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Forgot to tell Matt to get some steak for dinner tonight. You know I don't eat

anything with shoulders in. Right.

Your self-defined animal protein rules.

How about some chimichurri chicken wings?

Aren't wings just chicken shoulders?

What about fish?

Fins?

This no shoulders rule is a little bit more restrictive than I thought.

Someone's hungry.

Snack time, my love.

Hey, you shouldn't feed your kid that junk.

Carrots? Store-bought stuff is full of preservatives.

Judgy Grandpa's full of preservatives. Of carrots?

Of shoulders?

Is there anything we can eat in the West Coast?

The entire cheer community has been shaken by the death of beloved

cheerleading coach Lucia Amante.

A new client, Neil, called me twice while I was out. Guy's a mess.

His daughter's being bullied. I get it. I'd tear the world in half. Yeah, yeah,

we all know what you would do if Dex was getting bullied.

A holier-than-thou boomer shamed me at the park today for feeding Dex store

-bought food.

Do I need to call a lawyer?

Ha. Take that, old man Winter. The first thing is the most thing.

Spinach will make Dex strong like Popeye. A pipe-smoking cartoon sailor.

Is that really our parental goal for Dex?

Hey, look.

Ms. Amante's death is being treated as a homicide.

I can't discuss any details to protect the integrity of the investigation.

Xiao scrunched her eyebrows.

She's holding back from the public. We are urging anyone with information

pertaining to this crime to come forward. She doesn't have a suspect yet.

No.

Do we speak Xiao now?

Hey, that's our client's daughter.

Team looks like a pretty tight crew.

So why is she being bullied?

The team went to Vancouver to compete, and Cassie snuck out of her hotel room

with a friend from school who came to watch, and her coach caught them

drinking. She kicked me off the team because I broke the code of conduct.

And when was this?

Three weeks ago. And everybody hates me because of it. Look, Cassie is their top

flyer. The team has won nationals four years in a row. Without her, the team

plays second in Vancouver.

And they blame you for getting benched. That's not all they're blaming me for.

Cassie Paulberg, an unhinged cheerleader, threatened her coach just

hours before she was found brutally murdered.

The rules are clear.

I'm sorry.

You're seriously gonna kick me off the team for this?

I will end you!

End her.

And now Lucia is dead.

Do I need pom-poms to spell it out?

I can't believe that's the last thing I ever said to her.

I would do anything to take it back.

So they think you killed your coach.

I loved Lucia.

She was like a mom to me. After my wife passed, Lucia really took Cassie under

her wing.

I don't think I would have made it through that first year without her.

All I ever wanted to do was make Lucia proud.

Where were you the night of the murder? She was at home with me.

She was upstairs sleeping. I grounded her for the Vancouver escapade. Cassie

has an alibi. You got nothing to worry about, Neil. You're not getting it. The

bullying is escalating. There's graffiti, prank calls, and now this buzz

snap. One single buzz snap in a small Victoria Cheer community, I don't think

the reach will be that big.

I'm a hashtag now.

Hashtag Cassie killed her.

Okay. The reach is big.

Cause you can't escape my Private eyes They're watching you

Private eyes They're watching you, watching you, watching you, watching you

but all we're asking for is a public statement that our teenage client is not

a murder suspect. I'm not ready to rule out any suspects.

Come on, this isn't about the court of law. It's about the court of public

opinion. Have a heart. Are you saying I don't care about the community I serve?

Oh, this is a trap.

The poor kid is being terrorized online. Look at the comments.

You can actually scroll faster. I know how to scroll. No, no. Just hands up!

Good luck with Gossip Girl.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a murder to solve.

Did you see when Xiao squirmed? She did that thing with her eyebrows.

She must have seen something in the comments.

This is a laundry list of conspiracy theories on how Cassie killed Lucia,

strangled with an exercise band, bashed with a trophy, poisoned with hairspray.

You have to give the kids points for creativity.

It's impossible to know which comments Xiao was reacting to without case

details. Possible is what we do best.

Check it out.

Xiao's go-to crime scene photographer.

Thanks so much. I can't believe it's dead. I just got a new battery put in.

No problem at all.

Wow. Are you done already? That was so fast.

Oh, yeah.

Oops.

Do you mind?

Fresh manicure.

I really appreciate this. I'm not usually so clumsy. Some people find cops

intimidating, but you have been such a lifesaver.

I scoured the internet. There is no sign of the

Cassie threatening Lucia video anywhere online before it pops up in the buzz

snap. Which means the person who recorded the argument is probably the

buzz snap creator.

We gotta find out who that is. I tried, but ChirnoEvil669 is using cartridge.

As in a pear tree?

As in NSA-level security encryption.

I mean, I'm good, but not NSA hacker good. I'll keep trying.

Oh.

Crime scene photos loaded.

Looks like Lucia's office was ransacked.

She was killed at her desk.

Cell phone smashed.

There's a bloody second place trophy next to her body. So the trophy is

probably the murder weapon. The trophy comment on Buzz Snap.

Hold on.

Here it is.

Cassie killed Lucia twice with second place. First in the heart, then in the

head. So that's why Shao reacted.

The murder weapon was a detail held back by police.

Whoa. The trophy comment was made by the OG poster, Cheer No Evil 669.

So the buzz snap creator knew non-public information, which means they could be

Lucia's killer.

Great job, R- And she hung up already.

All right, we should go to Island Elite Gym. We can use the video to reverse

engineer where the filmer was. During the argument with Lucia, Cassie was

standing on a taped red line on the gym floor. We can use that line as our

guide. And once we figure out the filmer's spot, Cassie can ID who might

have been sitting there. Gyms don't usually have assigned seating.

No, but nine times out of ten, sports parents sit in the same place.

And since the police just released the crime scene... Jim should be empty.

What? What do you mean?

So much for being empty.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

What's going on here? The whole cheer community is meeting today to prepare

for Coach Lucia's big tribute on Saturday. My mom Darlene's potluck sign

-up is at the coffee station. Thanks.

I hope you like it black.

I'm out of creamer.

And I'm telling you, people have opinions.

Looks like Lucia was loved. Big turnout.

Yeah, well, cheer communities are tight.

Let's work the room for Intel while we figure out this videographer thing.

Got it.

Are you here for the cheer mom tribute routine?

We sparkle so you can shine.

Love old school cheer.

Gotta activate that old school poof. Don't worry, I have plenty of hairspray

at home.

Hey, got pom-poms?

Thank you.

Okay, island elites, over here with me.

Group up.

I'm thinking Thunder Rush for Saturday.

You should be using one of Lucia's cheers, Ty.

Do power search. I scored a 3.98 at Worlds. It deserved a four, Ashwin.

We're honoring Lucia's life. I'm not recycling an old routine.

All right, now let's see those hands.

Ty is peacocking like he runs the gym now.

He's taking over for Lucia? He was her volunteer assistant coach for eight

years. Well, working full-time at Burrito Boom.

Waited a long time to flex his choreo. And now he's popped his front flip leg

stunt chair.

I'm Cheryl. This is Sasha.

Are you a cheer mom, too?

No. Lucia and I were technically rival coaches, but became friends over years

at competitions.

I own a cheer gym across town.

Spectrum is the Cadillac of cheer gyms. They have an in-house physio. Wow.

Lucia could have had that too.

I told her. She should have been charging triple her fees. It was

important to her that the gym was accessible to everyone.

Most of the mats here are on loan from Spectrum. It really is an incredible

facility, Sasha.

And yet, all the best cheerleaders go to Island Elite.

Why's that?

I'll say it, so you don't have to.

Lucia was the better coach.

You're incredibly gracious.

No, Lucia was.

My girls wanted to do something for her as well.

Oh, excuse me.

Wow.

Hey, just so you know, there's a strict no-phone policy in the gym. Not that

Lucia can enforce it now, I guess.

You're right.

My mistake. Thank you.

I'm Grant.

Keith. Hey. Which one's yours?

Uh, you know what? She must have just scampered off somewhere. What about you?

Morgan there. Yeah, she was just made a flyer.

She's been working her butt off, you know. Yeah, good for Morgan. Thank you,

thank you. She's been waiting on that spot for three years.

First practice, poor girl sprains her wrist.

Vicky. Hey, man. How are you doing?

Morgan looks great out there.

How you doing?

I'm so sorry, I'm just...

Getting used to the mat again.

Grab your pom-poms. Okay.

Nice moves out there, Everett.

You might have missed your calling.

My new BFF says that an intense mom named Darlene always snuck videos.

Yeah, that's her husband sitting next to me. He told me their daughter, Morgan,

took Cassie's position.

Rumor is Lucia was planning on tapping Cassie back in.

Look at us getting all the goss.

Anyhow, Darlene Social's name is Pom Pom Mom, so maybe we have a Texas

cheerleader murder plot on our hands? No more lifetime for you.

I'm serious.

What if she murdered Lucia to keep her daughter at the top of the pyramid?

Okay. And how do you propose we chase this lead, Everett?

A little bird told me that you might be in need of some coffee creamer.

You're a lifesaver.

No, you are the hero for doing all of this. I'm Angie.

Darlene.

Truth be told, I just can't bring myself to go inside the gym knowing that Lucia

was murdered in there. I know.

People are saying that Cassie Paulberg killed her because of that buzz snap

going around.

I saw it.

What kind of monster makes such a horrible thing?

Cassie's not the first teenager to get saucy. I've got to be honest with you.

Rumor has it you made the buzz snap.

Me. I think it's because you took the video of Cassie threatening Lucia. I

took the video.

But I wouldn't know how to make a buzz snap if my life depended on it. So how

did it end up on the internet?

I don't know. I only shared it with one other person.

And who's that?

Ty. He was Lucia's assistant coach.

And now he's running the place.

Cassie is now a meme.

Neil said she's not eating or sleeping.

Yeah, poor kid.

I just confirmed Darlene and Morgan were prom dress shopping in Seattle the night

of the murder.

Ty has keys, he knows Team Dynamics, and he has damning footage of Cassie. Best

way to get away with murder, pin it on someone else.

Burritos are up.

Thank you.

You? Thanks.

It felt so good to be out in the field.

Do you think these have preservatives?

It's burrito boom. I'll graduate before the salsa expires Point taken So Ty told

the manager he was leaving boom for his dream job two days before Lucia's

murder. Nice work Nancy drew Cheryl said he's been waiting eight years to flex

his choreo. So now we have means motive and opportunity You confirmed our new

suspect. You've run the circle

Even better than I imagined.

Is he dancing his guilt away?

He's definitely guilty of slaying.

The tribute meeting's over. Yeah, we're PIs. Cassie's dad hired us to find out

who's making his daughter's life a living hell.

We know Darlene sent you the video. So? Why would I terrorize a teenager?

Because you needed a fall girl for Lucia's murder? Lucia was my mentor.

Maybe she didn't see you as her protege.

After eight years of being unpaid and undervalued, you snapped.

No. Lucia saw how lost I was when I aged out of cheer, so she asked me to come

back as a volunteer.

Then a few weeks ago, Lucia offered me a paid position.

How does a woman who has to borrow mats suddenly find herself in the financial

position to pay volunteers?

I'll show you the contract signed and dated before she died.

Hey, the police already went through everything with a fine-tooth comb and

took a thousand photos.

Who were you the night of the murder, Ty?

Watching So You Think You Can Dance with my partner and his parents.

Did Lucia usually keep hard copies of her contracts? Oh, yeah. She kept hard

copies of everything.

Lucia was a brilliant coach, but not very tech savvy.

Barely knew how to turn her computer on. How does a business owner get away with

that these days? Did she outsource? Yeah, Finley's mom handled gym

timetables. Morgan's dad typed out all the competition itineraries. Six weeks

ago, Lucia started depositing two grand in cash every week. Do you know what

that was about?

No. Can I get a copy of this?

Go ahead. Scanner's right there.

It says there's a paper jam. Oh, yeah. That happens all the time.

One sec. Says there's a bunch of stuff in the queue.

Wait!

Don't clear it.

Is this the first time you used it since Lucia died?

Yeah. Well, whatever's backlog could be evidence.

Can you print it?

These are reference letters for admissions to Ivy League schools.

Written by Lucia? Yeah. Reid Kosover, Auguste Norik, Genevieve Tremblay,

Samuel Schroedt. I don't recognize any of those names.

Oh, except Genevieve Tremblay. She did a cheer camp three years ago, did the most

tragic car wheel I've ever seen.

And yet this is a glowing testimonial of her leadership skills and athletic

talents.

Yeah. What do bogus Ivy League reference letters and under-the-table cash

deposits spell? College admissions scandal for 500.

Hey, I finally got Genevieve Tremblay's dad, Piers, on the phone.

And did he say that Lucia had an illicit side hustle that got her killed? The

second I mentioned Lucia's letter, he hung up. There goes the illicit part.

Ready?

What are you feeding him, honey? It's V8 resistant.

It's healthy, and I pulled an all-nighter making it. Why? We've got

tons of squeezy pouches. Squeezy pouches have long-word ingredients at the

bottom. You look like Judgy Grandpa getting your head.

Oh, babe, the golden rule of parenting is to ignore what other parents think.

Both of you, shush. It's nutritious and delicious, and we should all be eating

it.

I'm going to pack a pouch for the park.

No, maybe Dex just wants to eat it himself like a big boy.

So, that get-up mean that Julio pulled through for you on the course?

Sure did.

Got an 8 a.m. tea time with Pierce Tremblay. Julio for the win.

Speaking of which, honey, we gotta go.

Can you believe these parents are bribing their kids' way into university?

Yeah, bribery aside, there's nothing wrong with giving your kid a leg up.

If you have a leg up, you can't stand on your own two feet. Well, it's true you

can, because now you have three.

When I was a kid, Don hired me a personal hockey coach on top of my team

coach. Don was a helicopter parent? Hey, hockey's very competitive.

If you don't have a professional edge, you might end up playing in Russia.

Then you have to hide your cash and your gear so the mob doesn't steal it. Sorry,

it's hard to hear you over the silver spoon clinking in your mouth. Hey, I

didn't grow up fancy.

Says the man hitting a private golf course with Mr.

Monopoly. I'm multitasking.

That drive of yours has been looking pretty sharp, Brad.

Care to put a little something on the game?

Oh, no can do, Pierce. I am in the doghouse with the wife. Because you

bought a $750,000 car without asking? Because she found pink panties in the

glove compartment.

I am so happy to meet Will's brother-in-law. Uh, half-brother-in-law.

And Will said you didn't have a sense of humor.

Let me introduce you to your group.

Uh... I thought I was playing with Pierce Tremblay. Well, you were, but

Deborah made a special request to play with the shadow.

Any chance you could switch me back?

Uh, sorry.

This foursome's now full.

Hi. You won't believe this, but you're my hall pass.

You don't say.

Angie?

Angie?

Angie! Why are you shouting?

You were snoring.

I don't snore. Yeah, putting a pin in that. I need you to do something to get

one of Pierce's foursome off the course so I can join his group.

Okay. Yeah, what do you got for me?

Guy's name is Brad. $750,000 sports car.

Just look for something flashy. The guy likes to show off.

All I heard was Brad.

Hey, handsome.

I could use a strong pair of hands on these hips while I swing.

Please hurry.

Are you kidding me?

Mr. Senior!

Mr.

Senior!

Your headlight's been smashed?

Your car lamp's going off. Come quick. The sound's making members very grouchy.

No, no, not my baby!

Hey!

Looks like you could use a fourth.

20K says you can't hit it onto the green.

You're up.

You're on.

You picking a club or signing a treaty? Let's go.

In hockey, you need one stick to make a slap shot.

In golf, you need 14 just to figure out which one won't embarrass you. Wait,

you're Matt Shade. Yeah. We're hitting the links with a real-life happy

Gilmore.

All right, let's do this.

So what brought you to Victoria?

It was a good time for a change. My daughter got into Cambridge.

Oh, smart cookie.

And a hard worker. My son, on the other hand.

All that kid does is sleep and eat.

My daughter Genevieve is the same.

It's gonna take a miracle to get him into a good school.

I'm using an educational advisor who does perform miracles.

Oh, yeah? Mm-hmm.

Any chance I could get this miracle worker's number?

I'll do you one better. I'll introduce you. He's on the course.

He? Was Lucia working with someone?

Maybe she got double-crossed. Or maybe Lucia was going to kill the scam, so

miracle worker killed her.

He's driving up now.

Hey, Keith!

Cheers. It's Morgan's dad from the gym.

Ty said he does the cheer itineraries, which means he had access to Lycia's

computer. My new buddy, the Shadow, needs your academic expertise.

He made me.

You've been running an admission scam with Lucia Amante. That's preposterous.

Did she figure out what you were up to and threaten to blow the whistle? Lucia

didn't know anything. The woman's dead. You're gonna have to give us more than

that. If, hypothetically, I'd been forging references using Lucia's name,

and if, hypothetically, she somehow... I'm one minute away from hypothetically

swinging a golf club at your... Okay.

I went to her gym the night she was murdered to cover my tracks.

In reality, I never set foot inside.

Why not?

Because Lucia wasn't alone. I saw Cassie Palberg's red bike outside.

Cassie? Our client?

Are we taking Keith seriously? Did you see those shorts?

We need to verify Cassie's alibi.

Yes, but even if she was at the gym, Keith still could have killed Lucia and

framed Cassie. He had access to that fight video from Darlene. Do you really

think Keith could edit a buzz snap video?

I bet he'd forge a reference letter saying he can.

But what's his motive for murder?

If Lucia discovered Keith's scheme, those letters wouldn't have still been

in the printer. He'd have taken that evidence. So why kill her if she didn't

know? And launching a homicide investigation only increases his odds of

getting caught.

Speaking of getting caught...

Maybe Xiao broke Cassie's alibi.

We're not talking to Cassie until she has done questioning her, so there's no

point going to the cop shop now.

We need to find out what kind of kid Cassie is.

Think Neil lied to us?

Or Cassie lied to him about staying in?

Don't underestimate the drive of a teen girl who wants to party.

Let's go look around back.

That looks like her room.

That trellis is well used.

This girl definitely sneaks out.

Let's go.

You're not getting up there.

Is that a dare?

Come on. Give me a boost.

Can you stop moving?

Just grab onto the trellis and pull yourself up.

You know you can follow me.

I'll be in the car.

Did you find anything?

Yeah. Turns out this generation still collects CDs, and my chemical romance

was labeled oldies.

So that was sobering. I meant anything that makes you think she killed her

coach. Oh, shredded pom-poms and torn-up photos of her and Lucia. That doesn't

scream innocent.

There was also clothes in the laundry hamper that reeked of bonfire.

So maybe she did sneak out and go to a party.

If Cassie's on the outs with her cheerleaders, maybe she's partying with

a new friend.

Cheerleader? Friends with a goth? John Hughes would be proud.

Cross-reference this photo with her yearbook. Hopefully, Juno, most likely

to get you to do things you'll regret, Minsc, can alibi Cassie. Yeah.

So, like, I appreciate the right to work, but how do you know Cassie?

We're PIs.

Cassie's dad hired us to find out who's bullying Cassie. Oh, the snowplow.

That's what my parents call him.

Because he pushes all the hard stuff out of her path.

Well, what parent doesn't want to make life easier for their kid?

Mine.

My mom went online, pretended she was me, and applied for this stupid job.

Your mom got you the job at the pet store?

Said I had to learn how to take pride in a hard day's work.

Take the next turn off.

Well, that's the long way. Yeah. But if Clay clocks in first, then he has to

clean the dribble cages.

Getting back to Cassie.

Was there a bonfire hang the night that Lucia died?

A bunch of us were at the beach.

Mo started a fire for us. And was Cassie included in that us?

Yeah. She got there just as it was getting dark. What was her mood like

that night? She was pretty cranky that she was grounded and upset with her

coach. Well, ex-coach, I guess.

Like how upset?

Like crazy town upset.

going on and on about how she was gonna rip Lucia's face off. Qualifies as crazy

town. I told her she was killing the vibe, so I went to get another blueberry

cider from the cooler. When I came back, Cassie and her bike were gone.

Well, Juno Mintz had a lot to say.

I know more high school gossip about strangers than I ever heard from Jules.

Now we know.

Cassie was at the bonfire with her, freaking out over what to do about her

coach. Then she took off on her bike.

It's only a five-minute ride from there to the gym.

Evidence is lining up against our client.

Yeah, but Cassie wouldn't create that buzz-snap and bully herself.

Maybe she shared her secret?

You tell one guy about that rash in confidence, next thing you know, the

whole team's rasing you.

Another reason not to play sports.

Did Neil knowingly hire us to protect his killer kid?

If Dex went to prison, I'd bake him a cake with a file in it.

You wouldn't? Not if Dex was a convicted murderer.

Well, I guess we know who the more devoted parent is.

Have fun on cell block C.

Hope your good behavior gets us some conjugals.

Hey, Neil. Hey. How you doing, man? Yeah, I'm good.

Thanks for coming. Yeah.

Hey, sweetie.

What did you tell the police?

Nothing. Like what the lawyer said. All right, that's smart, but you need to

tell us everything, just not here, okay? Let's go.

You two.

My office.

Now.

Going undercover, we were able to infiltrate the victim's innermost

circle. Through networking, social engineering, and psychological tactics.

Exposing a college admissions scandal. So you pretended to be a chair mom to

get the tea on gym drama, and you used your minor celebrity to impress some

trust fund daddies. Minor? And all of that work... Investigative work, thank

you. Culminated in the unshocking discovery that rich parents cross

ethical lines for their kids, and this is all useless for my murder

investigation. Pretty much sums it up, yeah? Did your investigative work turn

up anything I can use?

Then that'll be all, Gossip Girls.

Good talk, Mochi.

I wanted to tell Lucia how sorry I was for breaking the rules.

She wanted another chance.

Oh, when I got to her office, she was dead.

Did you touch anything?

No, I freaked out and I took off.

I knew I had to call 911, but I didn't want it traced back to my phone, so I

called from a hotel lobby.

Xiao must have traced the call, checked the hotel security footage.

Explains why she hauled you in now. I know I lied about her alibi, but I just

wanted to protect her. If Xiao hasn't charged her yet, she must think the

arrest won't stick.

What did you see in Lucia's office?

Lucia, slumped, blood, a stack of money.

A stack of money?

Yeah, just lots of bills on the desk.

splattered with some blood.

There was no money on the desk when the police processed the scene.

Was her office ransacked when you got there?

No. It looked like how it always does.

What does that mean?

It means you were in the room with the killer.

The killer hides. Cassie arrives, sees the blood-spattered bills, which the

killer then takes when they leave.

Maybe the stack of bills was one of the cash deposits Lucia started making six

weeks ago? If it was, why wasn't it deposited on Thursday like the others?

The money isn't what the killer was after. They were looking for something

else.

No shoulders, wings or fins were harmed in the making of that.

Tofu? Even better.

Tempeh. Better being the subjective word.

Okay, Lucia was at a cheer competition in Portland seven weeks ago. That's just

before the cash deposit started. Maybe she's being bribed by one of those

entitled parents?

Also, their kids can grow up to what?

Carry briefcases? It's not about the luggage. It's about them being rich and

successful. My mom used to say true success is measured by how happy you

are. Well, using that metric, you're the most successful person I know.

The man lives in our guest house. Let me know how you like that tempeh.

I have a legacy cheer rehearsal at 3. I'll see what I can dig up in Darlene's

videos. Good idea.

The cast deposits were all made in an ATM in Sydney. I'll follow the money.

Okay.

Oh, Michael.

I cannot believe this Portland routine got

second. It was a travesty.

Everyone was steaming mad, especially Lucia.

May I?

Oh, it's a short family album.

Wait, so Morgan had access to your video of Cassie and Lucia arguing?

Yeah.

I'm out in Sydney where Lucia made her cash deposits.

ATM's out of order. Well, that explains why Lucia didn't make her Thursday

deposit.

Darlene's daughter just told me that she sent the video to Sasha.

Sasha? Lucia's frenemy coach?

Yeah, Morgan was afraid that Cassie was going to become her competition.

Sasha was looking to poach Cassie? So Morgan says... Sasha could have made

that Buzz Snap video.

All right. There's a coffee shop next to the ATM out here. I'll go see if anyone

can identify Lucia.

Excuse me.

You recognize this woman?

She comes in once a week.

Starting a little over a month ago.

It's all the information I have.

Thanks a lot.

It's not poaching. Cassie was kicked off her team.

You don't care about breaking curfew, sneaking out, drinking?

Teenagers break rules.

I love rebellious spirit.

You know what I don't love?

Snitches. So what did you do with the video that Morgan sent you? I deleted it

right away.

Why is a cheer mom I never met until two days ago so curious?

Ashwin, the cheer judge just made a drop in the coffee shop next to the ATM.

What? Well, you have to find the bag.

Oh, great idea. Thanks, hon.

Oh,

it's in the toilet. Ew.

Why would he put it there? Get it out.

I'm not putting my hand in there. Shade, it's evidence.

Yeah, it looks like about two grand.

He's a cheer judge.

Is it a bribe?

Isn't it a bribe when you take money?

A reverse bribe? And what exactly is a reverse bribe? I don't know. Go find

out.

Hey, Ashley.

Why are you paying off Lucia?

Wait, Lucia's my blackmailer?

I had no clue. That explains why you're dropping money for a dead woman. What

did she... Had you taken a bribe? No.

She caught me sneaking out of a hotel room in Portland.

Why would Lucia care about an affair?

Because I was sleeping with her competition.

Sasha.

We're both married. My wife is my everything. And I would do anything not

to lose her.

Including murder?

So, Ashwin's alibi checked out?

Yep, and he's promised not to breathe a word to Sasha while we investigate.

Still hoping his wife doesn't have to find out. Oh, wow, he's got his

priorities straight. So as far as being frenemies, I'm guessing less friend,

more enemy?

Ashwin swears they had no reason to kill Lucia because they didn't know she was

the one squeezing them.

Unless Sasha found out.

She goes and tries to convince Lucia to stop the extortion.

Lucia refuses.

Sasha whacks her in the back of the head with a trophy. Cassie arrives.

Sasha hides.

Then she tosses the office looking for the photos. She can't find them, so she

grabs the money and leaves.

It's really hard to take you seriously with that bow in your hair.

What's up, brain?

With the search narrowed to one, I was able to hack in and confirm that you're

no evil 669 is Sasha.

I'm so proud.

Tech baby's a black hat.

Only when I get paid to be.

That's motive galore. And now we have proof that Sasha framed Cassie. Thanks,

Rain. I doubt Sasha deposited blood-soaked money at the bank. If we

could find that money in her possession, we got her. Sasha suspects I'm up to

something. So keep your suspicions at bay.

Performing the legacy routine.

How's my hair look?

Like it single-handedly obliterated the ozone layer.

One, two, three, four.

She's the coach we all adore.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Lucia now cheers at Heaven's Gate.

And as Lucia would say, we're going to practice until we get it right.

And then we're going to keep going until we can't get it wrong.

And now, it fills my heart with pride to introduce the Spectrum Cheer Team, who

will perform a number in Lucia's honor.

Thank you, Spectrum Cheer.

Lucia would have loved that.

Hey, how are you?

Any progress on the case?

We're about to stick the landing.

Why don't you take a seat?

This next tribute, I had nothing to do with.

A very special treat from the cheer sisters who came before us. Let's hear

it for our legacy moms.

And now... Did you watch me cheer?

I did.

So you're poofing a whole new light now.

Thunder Rush.

So I searched Sasha's

home and gym. Couldn't find the money anywhere.

Where is she hiding it?

Do you remember the Russia thing?

No. Not surprised.

Hockey players hiding cash in their gear. What if the money never left this

gym?

The mats.

They're on loan from Sasha.

She knows they'll go back to Spectrum as soon as the trip is over.

Thank you all for coming together today to celebrate Lucia. And now, if we can

all raise a palm in a moment of silence.

Um, excuse me?

What the hell are you doing?

No, those are my mats!

Stop! Stop! No, no! What are you doing?

I'm calling the cops.

What?

Go ahead. Save us the trouble.

No, I... Just so you know for next time,

the mats have zippers on the sides.

It's good to see my daughter smile again. Thank you. Our pleasure. Thank

you. You're welcome.

Not bad for a couple gossip girls, huh?

I'm not going to charge you for possession of police photographs.

But the next time I catch you breaking the law, you won't be so lucky.

I think that was Xiao for great work.

We need you back on the team, Cassie. No, it's what Lucia wanted.

Yeah, but I don't want to take Morgan's spot.

Being a flyer is my mom's dream, not mine.

I just want to cheer.

Okay.

It's messed up to imagine Luqiu was extorting money.

She never spent a dime of it on herself.

She just wanted to pay you and provide scholarships so everyone who wanted to

cheer could.

Um,

did you...

Steal our dinner from the dead woman's tribute?

Is it really stealing if there's no price tag?

Good food should never go to waste. Tell that to Dex.

Look, no shoulders.

Thank you.

Um, also, I think that Dex would really enjoy a squeezy popcorn dinner.

But the homemade food, it's kind of about you.

Yeah, I guess I've been using Texas snacks to be an all-star mom.

And you are, honey, but kale slush isn't a gold medal choice for anyone.

Screw it. From now on, we're a sodium positive family.

Yay!

Love that for us.

Will, give me a hand, will you? Okay.

Let's get you cleaned up and get you a squeezy, bud. Come on.

You are liberated from judgment.

Almost.

There's just...

One tiny thing I need to do tomorrow.

Come on, Judgey Gramps.

How much longer do we have to wait here?

Just ten minutes?