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[soft music]

[birds chirping]

- Oh.

- There she is. How are you?

- Good.

[chuckling happily]

- Come on, stop.

[birds chirping]

[♪]

[♪]

[insects chirping]

[intriguing music]

- Dina, I'm home!

[door closing]

[♪]

[♪]

- Shh! Archer, my parents are still awake.

- Shh.

[♪]

[bottle opening]

[blows out breath]

[blows out breath]

[intriguing music]

[sighs]

[♪]

[dramatic crescendo]

[silence]

[intriguing music]

[rhythmic music]

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

- Hmm, I would have had it catered.

- Huh, it's a barbecue honey, not a wedding.

- Trust me, they can afford it. I hear she does very well.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Wonder why they finally decided to have everyone over?

- They need a reason?

This neighborhood has a party every weekend.

- Hmm. [gasps]

- Perkins! - Betsy. Mwah. Pete.

So, we were just talking about the happy couple.

- You think they'll make it official?

- Well, they're engaged.

- You've never heard of anyone breaking off an engagement?

- Scott will tie the knot.

- How do you know?

- Ah, she's young, crazy successful.

I mean--

- Can't believe she's here.

- They agreed to keep it civil.

- That usually lasts until the lawyers get involved.

- Uh, it's not like they're being discreet.

- Well, why should they?

I mean, he didn't do anything wrong.

[chuckles]

- It's always the woman's fault, right, Roger?

- When she cheats on him it is, Dina.

- I'm sure they were both stepping out.

- You don't know that, Betsy.

- All that matters is the kids.

Brittany tells me

that Archer and Alexis sometimes stay here at Katie's,

with their father and her.

- Well, as they should. What, kids are resilient.

[laughs] - How do you know?

I mean, you're not divorced

and your kids are already out of the house.

- Okay, well I know Scott,

and there's no way he would give up custody.

- I just don't know what kind of woman

moves into this neighborhood.

- What do you mean what kind of woman?

- Single, no family, in her mid-thirties.

- It's safe, quiet, close to the city.

It's Maple Street.

- Exactly, it's strange. I agree with Betsy.

[scoffs]

- Maybe we should ask her.

[sighs] - Hi.

Everybody, thank you for coming.

- Katie, it's lovely. You've outdone yourself.

- Really, you think so?

- As long as you keep the booze coming,

no one can tell one way or the other.

- Okay.

Well, everything is ready so please, help yourself.

- Great, thanks.

- Yeah.

- What's wrong with you?

- The list goes on.

- And on.

- Ah, here comes trouble.

Rog, great seeing you. - What's up, man?

- Thank you for coming. - Oh, every time.

- Doctor. - Scotty.

[light music]

- Hmm. Hazel, how are you?

- Oh, you know,

we're all just one, big, happy family.

[annoyed chuckle] - Like the Mansons.

- Hmm. - I'm impressed you're here.

- What did you expect?

That I would just hole up in the house

and become a hermit?

[scoffs]

- I didn't think that.

- After all, we're all adults.

Even the children, apparently.

- Watch what you say, Hazel. We could be in-laws one day.

- As long as you understand I am big on tradition,

meaning the girl's parents pay for the wedding.

- Look, Ellen Tolbert.

[soft music]

- Oh. - Ellen.

- You look like you need a drink.

- How are you?

- I'm great. Thank you.

I'm gonna go get that drink.

- Uh-huh.

[light music]

[exhales]

- Appreciate you making the effort, boys.

- Every time. - Pleasure.

- Oh, Jake Tolbert as I live and breathe.

How are ya?

- Well, why don't you ask Ellen?

- Ooh.

- Right. Can I get you a beer? - Yeah.

Maybe something stronger, actually.

- Oh, okay. Gotcha.

- How about you, Doc?

You got anything stronger on you?

- Oof, not on me. Nope.

- What's the point of having a doctor for a friend then?

- I'm an OBGYN. - Huh.

- Hmm.

- Hmm?

- Oh, why not?

[♪]

[Katie]: Thanks, babe.

- It's a pretty good night, right?

- Mm-hmm. [chuckles]

- Well, I should get going.

- Oh, thank you again for coming, Hazel.

- Oh, I wouldn't miss it.

You two really know how to throw a shindig.

That was never my strong suit, was it, Scott?

You want the kids to stay here with you tonight?

- Always but we've really got a lot of cleaning up to do

and Alexis really wanted to spend the night with you.

- Hmm. - Unless you want a night off?

- Oh, Scott's right,

the kids should stay at home tonight.

I'll go round them up.

Alexis, Archer, let's go!

- Hmm. - Bye.

[sighs deeply]

- What is that? - Don't let her get to you.

That's what she wants.

- One of these days,

she's gonna get what's coming to her.

That's all I'm saying.

- Babe. - Bye, guys!

- Don't give your mother a hard time. Or do.

[laughs] - I know.

[insects chirping]

- Well, I think everyone had a nice time.

[Scott laughs]

Free food and drinks? Yeah, who wouldn't be?

- I'm being serious, Scott. - So am I.

[both chuckle]

- I feel like this is my second chance.

- Well, second chance? You mean, on Maple Street?

- Yeah, I mean you know it hasn't been easy

fitting in with the other women on this block.

- Of course not.

Because you are a successful professional.

And because all those other women

are shallow backstabbers.

- Well, your ex-wife is part of that group.

- Especially my ex-wife.

- Look, this is our home. I just want to fit in,

feel part of the neighborhood and part of a group.

- Oh, trust me, you don't.

- Oh yeah?

Why did you stay?

- For the kids.

And it didn't hurt

that you moved on to Maple Street.

[chuckles]

And a lot of people would kill to live here.

[sighs]

I know you wanna fit in.

I think that's wonderful.

But the last thing you should be worried about

is what all those other women think of you.

Because I love you.

[chuckles softly]

And isn't that all that matters? - It is.

- Do you um...

wanna finish this up tomorrow?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah?

- Let's go. - Oh. Okay.

[intriguing music]

Oh, in your fetching jamjams. Come here.

- Hi. - Welcome to my side of the bed.

- Ooh.

[♪]

[ominous music]

[birds chirping]

[door rings]

[exhales]

[intriguing music]

[panicked breathing]

[erratic breathing]

[♪]

- Charlie?

- Oh, hi, Katie. - Hey.

How long have you been here?

- Uh, at the Walkers, I don't know, maybe half hour.

I did the backyard first.

- And you didn't happen to notice anyone

stop by my house?

- No, but I can't say I was looking.

Is something wrong?

- What about when you were working at our house?

Notice anything strange, recently?

- Strange?

- Maybe someone you don't recognize, um,

someone watching the house?

- I haven't seen anything.

But I'm happy to keep my eyes open

if you tell me what to look for.

I'm working on the Tolbert's next.

- Okay. Thanks, Charlie.

[♪]

- Mm. This is fantastic.

- Hmm. - You really are a great cook.

- Hmm.

- Is something wrong?

- I'm okay.

- Okay. How's work?

- Um, fine.

Actually, I had to turn down a project.

I am so busy. [chuckles]

Well, when you're the best, they come looking for ya.

Mm.

- Scott, you didn't...

mention anything to anyone, did you?

- About what?

- About my past?

- Of course not.

What, you think I'd tell those people anything?

- The kids?

- Katie, what is this about?

- It's nothing. Really.

I think just with our wedding coming up,

I've just been thinking about it.

[exhales]

- Well, don't.

You don't have to think about that ever again.

It's in the past.

Right?

- Right.

- We're here now.

[unsure chuckle]

Hmm. And we have our whole future ahead of us.

[mysterious music]

[insects chirping]

[sighs sleepily]

[ominous music]

[breathes nervously]

- Scott. Scott, are you up? - Hmm? What? What?

- There's someone in our backyard.

- What? - Yeah,

there's someone in our backyard. He was looking at me.

- How do you know? - Because I saw him.

I saw him.

- Where?

I don't see anyone.

- I didn't imagine it. He was, he was right there.

He was, he was looking at me! - Okay, do you know who it was?

- No. I, I couldn't see his face.

He was too far away.

- Okay, let me go check it out.

- Okay.

I'll come with you.

- Okay.

- Oh, my God. - Let me grab a flashlight.

- Okay. - Where did you see him?

- He, he was out here.

- Like, around?

- No. [sighs]

Look, he, he was, I think right here.

I'm... I'm positive.

[Scott]: I don't see anything.

- Well, that doesn't mean

that there wasn't someone out here.

[gasps]

- Babe... the lights are on at the Tolberts.

- Yeah, but you know,

it could be a raccoon or a squirrel

that tripped the motion detector.

- Yeah, or a person!

- Yeah, like the Tolberts.

- Yeah, or a bad guy.

- Should we go? - Yeah, let's go.

- Okay. - You first.

- Yes, okay. - Okay.

- Stay tight, I wanna keep the umbrella above me.

[both gasp]

- Okay. - Sorry.

- No problem. No problem.

It's just another motion detector.

- Okay.

- Oh, my God. - Let's go, babe. Come on.

- Those plants are terrible.

- Come on.

[breathing nervously]

- Watch your step.

- Let's call the police. - And tell them what?

That a light went on on our neighbor's property

and we were the ones trespassing?

- I know, I realize that.

- Okay. That's not a good idea.

[gasps] What?

- Who's that? - You're freaking me out.

What? Hey, hey, hey!

- Hey, hey, hey. What are you doing?

[tense music]

- It's okay.

[dramatic crescendo]

[gasps] - Ah!

[gasps] - Oh, my God!

- Jake? - Jake.

- What?

What are you guys doing?

[light music]

- Jake, I don't even know what to say.

- No, no, don't worry about it.

- So, you're telling us

you weren't in our backyard at all?

- Why would I be?

- So, you didn't see anything?

- Like what?

- Oh, I don't know, just something suspicious?

- Oh. Does my wife

no longer sleeping in our bed count?

- Well, Jake, someone was lurking.

- It was probably just kids, Katie.

- At this hour?

- Yeah, especially at this hour.

[yawns]

Well, we are sorry to bother you, Jake.

- No bother at all. Just felt like I was 16 again

and my parents caught me

sneaking into the liquor cabinet.

[chuckles]

- Hey, why were you drinking out there anyway?

- You know somewhere else to enjoy some peace and quiet?

[♪]

[blues music]

- All right, executive decision.

Why don't we get a large pepperoni

and a large meat lover's. What do you guys say?

- Dad, you know I'm a vegetarian.

- Since when?

- Did you know this?

- You know what, Alexis? I actually prefer veggies

so um, we could split a margherita?

- Nah.

[sighs]

- So, Archer, have you started applying for colleges yet?

- Uh, nope, but I got time.

- Oh. Well, you know what? It doesn't hurt

to start thinking about where you wanna go at least.

You know, the deadline's gonna be here before you know it.

- Oh, is this an interrogation or a dinner?

- Funny guy. You should go to clown college, too.

[chuckles] - You know,

when I was applying to colleges,

I didn't get my applications in until right before Thanksgiving.

- Oh.

- Don't look at me like that. You're not helping.

[chuckles]

- Alexis, please.

[huffs]

- Um, so, Alexis, my strawberries are almost ripe.

I was thinking, the next time you're over,

maybe we could pick them together?

We could bake or... how does that sound?

[annoyed inhale and exhale]

- I'd rather stick this fork into my eyeball.

- Hey, Alexis!

What is that?

Apologize.

- No.

- You know what? Um, I'm gonna use the restroom.

- What is wrong with you?

- Why does she have to come to family dinners?

- Because she's about to be family.

- Yeah, not my family.

- She is going to be my wife, Alexis, and your stepmother.

Now, I'm sorry if you're having a hard time with that

but you're gonna have to get used to it.

[soft music]

[teary exhales]

[sniffing]

[exhales deeply]

[inhales deeply]

[exhales deeply]

- Okay.

- I don't know why

I can't just stay at home with Mom all the time.

- Because I'm your father.

- When the two of you were together,

you weren't so worried about spending so much time with me.

- I was working, Alexis.

[scoffs] - No wonder Mom left you.

- What? Excuse me? What was that?

- Nothing. - Hey.

I'm gonna take off. I'm uh... - What?

- I'm not feeling very well.

- Oh. I'll... I'll drive you.

- Please uh, stay. Enjoy dinner.

We brought two cars, so I'll just...

I'll meet you at home. - Okay, are you...

Are you sure you're gonna be all right?

- Yeah, I'm sure. - Okay, okay.

[Katie]: Yeah. Bye. [Scott]: Bye.

Drive safely. [Katie]: I will.

Hey.

[annoyed exhale]

- Are you happy?

[insects chirping]

[dramatic music]

[screams] - Oh, my God!

[screaming]

[grunts in pain]

[pained groan]

[erratic breathing]

[screams]

[erratic breathing]

[ominous music]

[dial tone]

[operator]: 911, what's your emergency?

- I need help.

Someone just broke into my house.

[erratic breathing]

[police radio chatter]

- And do you know how the intruder got inside?

- I'm assuming she came in through the side door.

- You don't lock it?

- Not always.

- Tonight?

- I, I don't know. [Scott sighs]

- Ms. Wagner, you keep referring to the intruder as a she.

How do you know it was a female?

- I could just tell. The way she moved.

When she grabbed me.

I don't know. I...

I guess I can't be certain.

- And can you think of anyone who might want to hurt you?

[intriguing music]

Ms. Wagner?

- No. No one.

- Ms. Wagner, if there's something

that you're not telling me--

- So um, what happens now?

- We talk to your neighbors.

We find out if they saw anything.

But I have to tell you, this is an unusual situation.

- What do you mean? - Well, most of the break-ins,

especially in this neighborhood, are burglaries.

But according to you, nothing was taken.

- Not that I noticed, no.

- Well, we will keep working on it.

And if you can think of anything at all,

you have my card.

[Scott sighs] - Thank you.

[insects chirping]

- Of course it was Hazel. Who else could it have been?

- Well, it's not her style!

[laughs] - Oh, it's exactly her style.

Bitter and unhinged.

- You were married to her, all right, but I--

- Yeah. - I know women like her.

I mean, they fight with... with insults and rumors.

Not with physical violence and breaking and entering.

- Maybe she snapped. - Oh, she snapped?

- Yeah. - Just like that?

She just snapped. - That's snapping.

- It's not possible!

[sighs]

[intriguing music]

- What are you doing? - Shh!

I'm trying to hear what they're saying.

- Well, then ask Dad. Don't eavesdrop.

- Well, they're blaming Mom.

What, you don't believe she did it, do you?

- Of course not!

- Okay, well, then, did you do it?

- I was in the restaurant with you.

- No, did you get Brittany to do it?

- Are you crazy? You're the one

that has a problem with Katie. Not me.

- Okay, well, then someone obviously hates her

as much as I do.

- Clearly.

[sighs] - Well,

if it wasn't Hazel,

she could have sent one of her friends to do it.

- Scott, they're housewives, not hitmen.

- So?

- Ugh.

[sighs] - Oh my God.

- Scott, I have to tell you something.

[exhales]

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

A few days ago, I got a letter.

- A letter?

- Yeah, um, more like a note.

And it was left on our front doorstep.

- What did it say?

- Uh...

It said...

"I know who you are."

- What?

- Yeah. - Katie.

Katie, why didn't you tell me this before?

- I don't know.

I guess I hoped it would just go away.

[sighs] Or that it was um...

some sick prank or something.

- Oh. - I'm sorry.

- Hmm.

So, someone knows.

- Yeah. - Ugh.

- I mean, at least we know it wasn't Hazel.

- Why?

- Because you didn't tell her. Right?

- No. No. - Right, right, right.

- Of course not.

- Well, then-- - Okay.

Well, what if the note and the assault

are not related? Did you think of that?

- Do you really believe that?

- I don't know. I don't.

But I'll tell you this.

I am not going to discount Hazel so easily.

[intriguing music]

Mm-mm. - Okay.

- "I know who you are." - Yep.

- No. - Mm-hmm.

- I know who she is.

- Okay.

[birds chirping]

[♪♪]

- You don't live there anymore!

- Go back inside, Mrs. Claremont!

[birds chirping]

[♪]

[thudding on door]

Hazel, open up! I wanna talk to you!

Hazel!

[thudding on door]

Hazel! Hazel!

- What the hell are you doing?

- Tell me the truth, Hazel, and don't lie to me.

Did you have anything to do with the attack on Katie?

- Are you out of your mind?

- Don't you lie to me.

You knew about it, didn't you?

- Well, obviously, the kids told me.

They were pretty upset.

- Oh, I doubt that.

- You think I attacked her?

- I wouldn't put it past you.

- How dare you. - Spare me.

I know what you're capable of.

- I couldn't care less about Katie.

Much less want to hurt her. - Oh yeah?

And what number is that today, Hazel?

- No longer your business. That's what number.

- Okay, I'm gonna tell you this one time.

If I find out that you even laid a finger--

- Dad! Stop!

[sighs]

[soft music]

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, where are you going?

- Away from here. - Hey, listen to me.

You can't do anything about it.

Your folks have to figure this out for themselves.

- You know, maybe Alexis is right.

Maybe Katie is the problem.

- Archer, your parents didn't get divorced because of Katie.

They got divorced because your mom...

You know what? It doesn't even matter.

The important thing

is that you can't let it get to you.

[huffs] - Let's go to your place?

- My parents are home and they're even crazier.

[laughs] - Uh, the lake?

- The lake.

- All right.

[ice-cream truck music]

[uplifting music]

[indistinct chatter]

[brakes screeching]

[kids screaming happily]

- Okay, okay. I promise, there's enough for everyone.

Now, who wants ice-cream?

[all]: Me!

- How about you?

- May I please have a hazelnut ice-cream?

- I think we can manage it.

[dramatic music]

[police sirens]

[police radio chatter]

[intriguing music]

- Mr. Lambert, when was the last time

that you saw your wife?

- Ex-wife.

- My apologies.

- Um...

a few days ago.

- Not two?

- A neighbor claims that she saw you two--

- Who? Mrs. Claremont, the neighborhood sentinel?

She's been here since the dinosaurs.

Ever since her husband died,

she's always outside watching.

- I'm sorry, we just need to be precise.

- Well, if she says it was two days,

then it probably was. So...

What, Thursday afternoon, I went to Hazel's house.

- And what was the purpose of your visit?

[exhales]

- We got into an argument.

- About the break-in that happened here.

You believed that your ex-wife was responsible

for the assault. - I don't know.

I figured she had to be in some capacity.

- And what did she say?

- She denied it, of course.

- I don't mean to pry

but I need to ask you some sensitive questions.

Why did you and your wife divorce?

[exhales] [blows out breath]

- She had an affair.

- Ms. Wagner,

what was your relationship like with Mrs. Lambert?

- Can you stop calling her Mrs. Lambert?

Please.

This is going to be Mrs. Lambert, okay?

- I'm sorry.

What was your relationship like with Hazel?

- Cordial, I guess.

- Really.

- I mean, we were trying to keep it that way for the kids.

- That couldn't have been easy.

- If you are insinuating

that Katie had anything to do with this,

you are very mistaken.

- I'm not insinuating anything, Mr. Lambert.

I'm only trying to figure out who killed your ex-wife,

and in order to do that,

I need to understand her relationships.

I understand that it has been a shock to you,

to everyone.

But I will need you to come down to the station

to make a formal statement, eventually.

But for now,

I think that I have everything that I need.

- Uh, Detective. Look, I um...

I don't mean to give you a hard time.

I just found out the mother of my children...

I just...

I don't know

what I can tell you that will help.

- Well, you would be surprised.

Sometimes, it's the most inconsequential thing

that can break a case.

[intriguing music]

[birds chirping]

How's it goin'?

- Uh, coming along. There's no prints

or biological matter in the truck.

Whoever did this was careful.

How about them? Do you think they did it?

- I can't tell yet. They're hiding something though.

- How do you know that?

- You spend much time in this neighborhood, Simms?

- No. But it looks nice.

- Exactly.

Looks can be deceiving.

[birds chirping]

- The Lord is my Shepherd I shall now want.

Yea, though I walk through

the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil.

For thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff,

they comfort me.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth-- - Keith Davies told me

that Scott was screaming at Hazel

the night before the murder.

- You know Katie works from the home, right?

- I know. So what?

- So, she sees everything that goes on.

Probably knows

when the ice-cream truck comes, too.

- Scott is hotheaded,

but I can't see him doing anything like this.

- Well, personally,

I think they cleared Beckerman too soon.

We all know what kinda guy drives an ice-cream truck at 75.

- Shh!

Show some respect.

- Surely goodness and mercy

shall follow me all the days of my life

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

[intriguing music]

[indistinct chatter]

- More people here than at the funeral?

- You surprised?

Would you rather have free food and drink

or gaze at a dead woman?

[sighs] - I think it's kinda tacky,

having the repast at her house.

- She's not here to complain.

Poor Hazel.

She hated being cold.

[scoffs]

[sighs]

- You wanna go sit inside?

- Uh, sure.

- Hey, sweetie.

- What is that?

- Coffee cake.

You need to eat something.

- Yeah, well, I'm not really hungry

'cause my mom just died.

- Well... trust me, you do need your strength.

I know that when my mom past away...

- Just hoping you might take a look at it.

- No. - No, it started,

it's only 'cause it started-- - No.

- ... to itch a little bit. And I'm just--

- No, no, no, no. - I'm worried, okay?

- Okay, I swear,

when someone finds out you're a doctor,

all they want you to do is look at their moles.

- Hey. - Even at a funeral.

- Pete, please. We're eating. - Oh, honey,

you're not eating, you're drinking.

- I still don't wanna hear about it.

[laughs]

- I can't believe he showed up.

- Do you really need me to spell this out for you?

- I don't know why you're so upset.

- I live right there. [Dina]: Martin Fulmer?

[Ellen]: You can't just show up here.

- He shouldn't be here. It's sacrilegious.

- He wasn't the married one.

And from what I hear, he actually.. liked Hazel.

- The guy's a putz.

He's got all those goofy billboards around town.

- He's a very successful realtor.

[tsks]

- He may be successful

but Ellen's really giving it to him.

[laughs]

What's her problem with him anyway?

- You are driving me absolutely insane!

Do you understand? - Why?

- Oh, my God, why. Are you kidding me?

[overlapping chatter]

- Oh, Charlie. How nice of you to come.

- I didn't know what I should do.

If I should bring something.

- This is great, thank you.

- I landscaped for her for years.

She was a kind lady.

- Mm-hmm.

- How did this happen here?

- Hi, sweetheart. - Hi.

- I'm sorry for your loss. - Oh, thanks, Charlie.

I appreciate that.

Can I give you a hand? - Sure.

- Sure. Just restocking?

- You got it.

[intriguing music]

- I have something.

I finished going through the medical examiner's report

and a hair was found on the body

that didn't belong to Hazel Lambert.

- Well, that's not so unusual.

People pick up random hairs everywhere.

- Hmm.

They found it under Hazel's ring.

- Oh. So, you're thinking that it got there

when she was trying to fight off the killer.

- Exactly.

- So, we are going to have to compare the DNA

to that of the suspects.

[groans]

- What's the matter? - Have you seen these people?

They're not just going to open up happily and say ah.

It's going to be a nightmare.

[laughs]

- This is gonna be your nightmare.

[♪]

[exhales]

- Okay, I think right here should be good.

- I just don't see it, buddy.

- Katie, I can set up a chin-up bar, right?

- Of course. My house is now your house.

- It's not about getting her permission.

I keep telling you, it won't hold.

- It's gonna hold. It just needs stronger anchors.

- Okay.

If you need me, I'll be upstairs.

- All right. - Look, I know you're worried

that you're not as jacked as you used to be,

but that doesn't mean you have to hold me back

from getting huge. - Okay, okay.

Pushup contest right now. Let's go, come on.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah.

- It's on, man. - All right, buddy.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

[grunting]

[sighs deeply]

- How are you settling in?

- Well, obviously feel free to decorate any way you like.

- Whatever.

- You know, it might look cool

to put your bed near the windows.

Put some posters up.

Maybe put your stereo over here.

- My stereo? What is this, the Middle Ages?

- Right. Duh.

I forgot you kids have

everything on your phones, these days.

- Can I have some privacy, please?

- Of course.

[soft music]

- Alexis, I can't even imagine what you're going through.

So, if you ever need to talk about anything,

I'll, I'll be here for you.

- Yeah well, I might be forced to live here

but I'm not gonna pretend that you're my mom.

[♪]

[scoffs]

[insects chirping]

- You look great.

- Thanks, sweetie. - We're out, you guys.

Are you sure you don't want us to bring you anything?

- Yeah, I'm ordering pizza.

- Okay. You have my card? - I do.

I just need your social security number.

[Katie chuckles] - Funny guy.

- Alexis, you hungry?

You need anything?

We can get whatever.

[sighs] - Hey, Alexis,

you know we wouldn't be leaving

unless we absolutely had to attend this event, right?

Okay. Okay, we won't be late.

- Night.

- And please lock this door behind me, okay?

- Yep.

- Thank God. I thought they'd never leave.

- Same.

- Hey, Lex. - Hey, Britt.

- You doin' okay?

Well, I'm here if you ever wanna talk, yeah?

- Come on, let's go.

- What are you guys doing?

- Nothing. Just keep like,

scrolling on your phone or whatever.

- Where'd you learn to do that?

- Uh, the cabinet where my mom keeps her booze

has one of these locks. They're easy to pick.

Got it.

- You are amazing.

- For a lot of reasons.

- Mm-hmm.

[exhales]

- Geez Louise.

- Do you really think Katie killed your mom?

I mean, she seems so nice.

- Well, looks can be deceiving.

You look nice.

[scoffs]

- What are you guys looking at?

- Nothing. - Tell me!

[huffs]

- You promise to keep your mouth shut?

You're not gonna like, tell Dad or anything?

Look, Katie's gonna be our stepmom.

I have to make sure

she didn't have anything to do with Mom's death.

- Wait, you think she did?

- No, but I wanna make sure.

- Dad will kill you if he... finds out.

- But he's not gonna find out, is he?

- Let me help.

- All right.

Okay.

[rhythmic music]

- What does your stepmom do again?

- She's not our stepmom. - Hey.

She's a graphic designer.

- What does she design?

- These like, logos for big companies.

They don't look like anything special

but she makes bank.

- What does dissolution of marriage mean?

- Uh, let me see that.

[intriguing music]

- Huh. - Katie was married before?

- What?

- You guys didn't know that?

- Do you think Dad knows?

- If he did, why wouldn't he tell us?

- That's how you do it.

I'm really glad you suggested this.

It's been a while since we've gone fishing.

- Yeah, well, you're always hanging out with Katie.

- And you with Brittany.

- Can I ask you something?

- Of course.

- Do you know who Logan Dietz is?

- Why do you ask?

- She was married, you know.

- Of course I know, Archer.

The question is, how do you?

- That's not important.

- I went through the filing cabinet

in her office. - Archer.

- I just wanted to see if I could find out...

anything about Mom.

- Hey, look at me.

Katie had nothing to do

with what happened to your mother.

Before I met her, even before she moved here,

she was in a bad marriage.

She's always been honest with me about that.

Always.

- So, why didn't you tell us?

- Because it's none of your business.

Didn't change anything.

Not how I felt about her

and certainly not how she feels about us.

[soft music]

I know this has been really tough for you.

It is a terrible thing that happened to your mother.

So, if you ever wanna talk to anyone...

- You mean like a shrink?

- A therapist, yeah.

- I'm all right.

Besides, I'm not the one you have to worry about.

- Alexis.

- She acts tough but she's hurting.

- I've offered to get her professional help, too.

- Well, she doesn't need professional help.

She needs you, Dad.

[melancholic music]

[sighs] - You're right.

You're right.

And hey,

I really appreciate you looking out for her.

You're a good brother.

And if there is anything you need,

anything at all,

you come see me, okay?

All right, now let's catch some dinner.

[soft music] [birds chirping]

[sighs]

[clicking]

[intriguing music]

[sighs]

[♪]

[sighs deeply]

[sighs]

[deep exhale]

[sighs]

[soft music]

[relieved exhale]

[♪]

[deep exhale]

[ominous music]

[dramatic crescendo]

[gasps]

[dramatic music]

[panicked breathing]

[police radio chatter]

- My officers have been through the house top to bottom.

There is no sign of an intruder.

[sighs]

- Now, do you know what the phrase

"I know who you are" could refer to?

- My ex-husband, Logan Dietz, is a convicted felon.

After he was incarcerated,

I moved here, to Maple Street.

To get a fresh start.

Nobody else knows about my past except for Scott.

- What was your ex convicted of?

- Securities fraud.

He bilked dozens of elderly couples

out of their life savings.

- Were you aware of this? - No.

Not until the very end.

I was actually the one who turned him in.

- Tell her about the note.

- A few days before the attack,

a letter was left on the front stoop.

I didn't see who dropped it off.

But the message was exactly the same.

- And you didn't think it was necessary

to tell me this before?

- I'm sorry.

I, I know I should have told you.

I...

I've just worked so hard to put my past behind me.

- Well, there's one thing we know for sure,

whoever left the message for you in the bathroom

couldn't have been Hazel Lambert.

Did anyone else know about your marriage to Dietz?

- No.

- Now, before I leave...

- What's that?

- It's a DNA test.

We need to rule out whoever knew Hazel.

Now, if you wouldn't mind just swabbing

the inside of your cheek.

- And if we refuse?

- We'll just get a court order.

Look, if you didn't kill Hazel,

you don't have anything to worry about.

Thank you for your cooperation, Katie.

We'll be in touch.

[sighs]

[intriguing music]

- This has to be Logan.

[♪]

[birds chirping]

[rhythmic music on earphones] [knocking on door]

[Katie]: Alexis?

[music stops]

- What?

- Who you listening to?

[sighs] - Bacon Donuts.

- When I was younger

and I felt like everything was falling apart,

I used to listen to My Chemical Romance.

- Never heard of them.

- That's fair.

Do you wanna talk?

- No.

The only person that I could talk to was my mom.

Not my dad, not my brother.

Definitely not my friends.

- I get that.

Do you wanna try me?

[huffs]

[soft music]

- Jaden Keaton.

- Your best friend.

I know you don't like to talk to me,

but your dad does.

What did she do?

- Just hooked up with Dylan Jones.

[blows out breath]

- And that's the boy you like?

[♪]

[sighs] Well...

This may or may not be helpful

but I promise you,

there will be so many more Dylan Joneses.

I promise.

And the truth is,

I can never replace your mom.

And I'm not even gonna try.

Because the bond that you two have

is unbreakable.

But...

I can be here for you

whenever you need me to be.

We can get through this together.

[sighs]

[music starts again]

- Hmm?

[♪]

- It's pretty good.

[♪]

[cellphone vibrates] - Vaughn.

[Simms]: It's me. Where are yo?

- Yeah, I'm just leaving the prison

where Katie Wagner's ex-husband

is currently a guest of the State.

- He didn't do it.

- Yeah, I know that. But how do you?

- The DNA came back

and the hair belongs to Katie Wagner.

- Oh. Good to know.

[intriguing music]

- I don't understand.

This has to be some type of mistake.

- No, no mistake. DNA doesn't lie.

- But I didn't do anything. - Ms. Wagner,

human beings shed all the time, especially women.

And you were around Hazel Lambert.

In fact, she'd just been to the house.

- Right! Exactly.

That's how my hair could have gotten on her.

- And that is the only reason

that I'm not arresting you right now.

But I have to be honest with you,

it's looking awfully suspicious.

- I didn't do anything, okay? Do you get that?

This is crazy. This is...

Scott.

- You have to talk to her ex-husband,

uh, Logan Dietz.

Have you talked to him? - Already did.

- You did? - Yes, for almost half an hour.

- And what did he have to say?

- Well, he's still very angry at you.

But more importantly,

he's been in jail this entire time.

[sniffles]

- Are you sure about that, Detective?

- I'm positive. I spoke with the warden.

He hasn't seen the light of day since he began his sentence.

- Couldn't he have hired someone to do it?

Look, while it is not unheard of for prisoners

to plan crimes from inside a prison,

Dietz was sentenced for fraud.

I mean, not only would he have had

to figure out where you're living,

he would have had to find someone on the outside

to commit murder. - Yeah, so what,

you're saying it's unlikely?

- I'm saying it's highly unlikely.

[Scott sighs deeply]

Mr. Lambert,

can you think of anyone

who might want your ex-wife dead?

- Isn't that your job? - Yes,

but I've found that those closest to the victim

usually have the most relevant information.

- Well, if I thought I had the answers,

I would have already told you.

- Well, if you think of anything.

- Yeah, yeah, I'll call ya.

- And Ms. Wagner,

I wouldn't leave town, if I were you.

[mysterious music]

[sighs]

- This is ridiculous.

How are you?

- She actually thinks I killed her, Scott.

- No, she doesn't, she's just covering her ass.

[crying]

Maybe I should just go.

- Go?

What are you talking about?

- I'll move out... for a while

and give you and the kids some space

until things settle down. - No.

Hey, hey, look at me.

This is your house.

Katie, we are a family.

You're not going anywhere.

Come here.

[crying]

- I got you.

- Oh, my God.

- What?

- I just realized something. What if it's Martin?

- Martin Fulmer?

- He was still sleeping with Hazel, right?

- I have no idea. I didn't ask her.

[annoyed chuckle]

- What's so funny?

- Oh, it's nothing. It's just...

Martin is this realtor.

He actually sold a lot of people on this street their house.

But he's got this ridiculous for sale sign

in his front yard.

- I don't get it. What, he's moving?

- No. It's an advertisement.

[intriguing music]

[knocking on door]

- Oh.

- Hi. - Hi.

Um, Martin, I'm Katie.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know who you are.

- Um...

I was hoping maybe you might have

a few minutes to talk?

Uh, about Hazel.

- Hazel. - Yeah.

- Yeah. You know, normally, I would invite you in, Katie,

but the ladies of Maple Street have caused me a lot of trouble.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

A lot of people there blame me for Hazel's murder.

- Well, that's actually

what I wanted to talk to you about.

Turns out I'm also a chief suspect.

So, I was hoping you might...

know something, anything about-- - Look, Katie.

- Who could have done it. - If I knew anything,

I would have told the cops by now.

Plus, this really isn't good for business, so...

- Okay. Well, thanks anyways.

Um, what did you mean by ladies of Maple Street?

- Take care. - Wait--

[sighs]

[intriguing music]

[intriguing music]

[♪]

Huh.

Ellen Tolbert?

[shocked exhale]

[dial tone]

Detective Vaughn?

It's Katie Wagner.

I need to tell you something.

[intriguing music] [dog barking]

[♪]

- Mrs. Tolbert? - Yes?

- I'm Detective Vaughn. Is your husband home?

- No.

- Then may I have a word, please?

[chuckles nervously] - Yeah, of course.

Just um... come on up.

[♪]

- You know your rights, Mrs. Tolbert,

and you know that you don't have to say another word

without your lawyer present. - I do.

You said I wasn't under arrest?

- Not yet.

[sighs]

I just wanna tell the truth.

- So, you fully admit

to breaking into Katie Wagner's house,

and attacking her?

- Attacking her?

Is that what she told you?

[scoffs]

I just wanted to scare her.

- Scare her, why? - Why do you think?

- This isn't 20 questions, Mrs. Tolbert.

You said you wanted to come clean.

Now, please answer my questions.

- Because I thought she was sleeping with him, okay?

- With-- - With Martin!

- And why would you think she's sleeping with Martin?

- Uh it's... [laughs awkwardly]

It's okay.

He wasn't. Martin had...

- He'd gone back to Hazel.

- Look, you... You have to believe me, okay?

I had nothing,

nothing to do with Hazel's death.

You have to believe me.

- Okay.

And what about your husband, Jake?

- What about him? - Did he know about the affair?

[scoffs] - Yeah.

[chuckles]

- How did he handle it?

- He started drinking more than usual.

[scoffs]

- Okay.

[sighs]

- Are you going to arrest me?

- Well, that's not up to me.

That's up to Katie Wagner,

whether or not she wants to press charges.

But Mrs. Tolbert, are you sure

that you are telling me absolutely everything?

- I swear it.

I swear.

- Do you want a glass of wine?

[chuckles nervously]

[sighs] - So, it's up to me?

- Whether or not you press charges, yes.

[sighs] - I don't know.

- Look, I don't expect you

to have any sympathy for her, Ms. Wagner,

but I got to tell you, the woman is beside herself.

- Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait.

What about the message on the bathroom mirror?

Ellen or her boyfriend,

Martin Fulmer, could have done that.

I mean, he's the guy Hazel cheated on me with.

- Yeah, but what possible reason

would Martin have to want to harass you?

And besides, he didn't have access to the house.

Whoever left the message on the mirror

had to get in somehow. We know they didn't break in.

- Could he have still had something to do

with Hazel's murder?

- Yes, but what reason would he have

to want to kill your ex-wife?

- Well, if you knew my ex-wife, Detective,

you'd have your answer.

- I go where the evidence takes me.

- Detective, you don't still believe

that it was me who killed Hazel, do you?

- The only evidence you have is a strand of Katie's hair

that could have been picked up anywhere.

- Mr. Lambert, you knew your ex-wife best.

Think about who might want her dead.

And if you come up with anyone else,

no matter how unlikely,

I want you to call me.

In the meantime,

we will continue this investigation.

Thank you.

- What do you think the detective is doing there?

- What do you think?

She's probably there to arrest Katie.

- For Hazel's murder? - What else?

[scoffs] - Katie didn't do it.

- They found her hair on Hazel's body.

- So what?

She was around Hazel. We all were.

- I just can't believe

Scott is still staying there with the kids.

- Why not? [scoffs]

There's no way Katie's capable of murder.

- Who knows what someone is capable of?

Besides, it's not like we really know her.

- What do you mean?

- According to Brittany,

Katie has quite a past.

- How does she know? - Archer.

Seems that he doesn't trust his new stepmother either.

- Yeah, I still don't think it's her.

- Then who?

- Why not Scott? He's always had a temper.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

I heard that when he found out,

he smashed their wedding photo.

- Hmm. How brutish.

- Mm-hmm.

[light music]

[insects chirping]

- I've been thinking. - Mm-hmm.

- What do you think about getting away for the weekend?

I mean, all of us, with the kids.

We could use it.

- Where would we go?

- Who cares?

Mountains, maybe.

We could do some camping.

- I'm not particularly outdoorsy.

But if you wanted to take the kids,

I'm sure they'd love that.

- I am never leaving you alone.

[screams] - Sorry. Sorry.

- Jake! - Sorry!

Sorry.

[erratic breathing]

- Are you okay?

- Sorry. - What are you doing?

- Please. Katie,

you can't press charges.

Ellen's...

she didn't mean it.

- Sweetheart, do you wanna go inside?

- Yeah.

- Hurry. Hurry, Katie.

- Hey, hey, what didn't she mean, Jake?

Hmm? To break into our house?

To terrorize Katie?

- Sh... she'll get help. Okay?

You have my... word.

She's gonna get help.

- Did you know about this?

- No. No, I swear.

- What about Hazel and that scumbag?

did you know about that?

Jake! And you didn't tell me?

Ugh!

Dammit, Jake!

Come on!

Ugh.

[crying]: I'm sorry.

- Ugh!

[intriguing music]

You're drunk, man.

- I know. Just a little.

- Okay, come on. Let's get you home, man.

- Okay.

- Put you to bed.

- She's not gonna press charges, right?

- Just stop talking, Jake.

[soft music]

[birds chirping]

[intriguing music]

[engines stops]

- Hey, Charlie.

- Afternoon, Katie.

- Huh. - I just wanted to say uh,

I'm sorry for everything that happened.

- Oh, well, thank you. - And I'm...

I wanted to let you know that I...

I've kept my eyes out like I said,

but I haven't seen anything

and maybe I've just been here at the wrong time.

- Well, the police are on it now,

so hopefully, the worst is behind us.

- Yeah.

[mysterious music]

- Well, I better go do some work.

- Me too. [chuckles]

[♪]

[sighs]

[♪]

- Hey. - Hi.

- Where's your car?

- Oh, I sent the kids to get pizza.

I uh, wanted to talk to you. - Oh. What's wrong?

- No, I'm okay. - Yeah?

- I'm okay, yeah. Hi. - Hey.

- So... - What's up?

- When I got home today,

I found Charlie in the garage getting the mower.

- Charlie, our gardener?

Isn't that what he's supposed to do?

- It got me thinking.

Detective Vaughn said it had to be someone

who has access to our house.

Besides you, me, and the kids,

Charlie's the only one.

- Yeah, well, he has access to our garage

for the mower and fertilizer,

but not to our house.

- The kids leave the door to the garage

unlocked all the time.

I mean, think about it, Scott.

He knows when we're home or not.

- But why on earth would Charlie, the gardener,

wanna harass you?

He seems like the nicest guy in the world.

- Yeah, I...

I'm...

I don't know. - Hey.

It's okay, it's okay. [sighs]

Well, hey, look, if you feel that strongly about it,

why don't you call Detective Vaughn?

- I want to. I, I just...

I can't just accuse him.

What if the neighbors found out?

- You're not accusing him.

You're just mentioning it.

She can check it out if she thinks it warrants it.

- If anyone even thinks

that Charlie had anything to do with my attack,

his business will be finished,

whether I'm right or wrong.

- So, what do you wanna do?

[blows out breath]

[intriguing music]

- I'm glad you asked me for coffee, Katie.

We don't get together enough.

- Well, it is kinda hard

to break into the inner circle.

- Oh, you're right. I'm sorry.

We've all lived on Maple Street for so long,

it's easy to forget how our new residents must feel.

How are you holding up?

- You know, it's been rough.

Working from home, I'm alone with my thoughts all day

and I'm pretty sure everyone thinks I killed Hazel.

Being the jealous new fiancée.

[laughs awkwardly]

- Katie, believe me, I never heard that.

- Of course not.

- You know what you need? A hobby.

Something to take your mind off of everything that's going on.

- Yes. You... you are right.

You know, I...

I actually have been doing a bit more gardening.

And Charlie,

he has been very helpful at answering

any of the questions I might have.

- Isn't he great? - He's the best.

Yeah, no, for sure.

Uh, I can't thank you enough for recommending him.

- Oh, please. I recommended him

to half the families on the block.

- You know, where did you find him, by the way?

Online or--

- Uh, you know what? I didn't. He reached out to us.

Said he was expanding his business into the area

and offered his services for free on a trial run.

When we saw what a good job he did,

we hired him full time and told all our friends about him.

- Wow. That's really interesting.

[chuckles awkwardly]

[birds chirping]

- Alexis, let's go!

- What are you yelling about?

- Do you want me to drop you off at school, or not?

Actually, don't answer that. Come on.

- Hey, Scott, will you be late tonight?

- Uh, no. Shouldn't be. - Okay.

Hey, Alexis,

I hope you have a great day.

- You too, Katie.

[exhaling happily]

- Okay.

[intriguing music]

[♪]

[♪]

[Faye]: Hi, Pete!

- Um. Hi, there. Hi! Hi!

Sorry to bother you,

but is that where Charlie lives?

- Charlie? No, that's Jim Garland's house.

- Jim Garland.

I must have got the names confused.

I'm... I'm looking for a landscaper

and heard he does excellent work.

- Got tons of clients

in one of those ritzy neighborhoods.

- Oh, so he's good then? - Oh, he's the best.

- Perfect. I'll give him a call.

My husband usually handles the lawn

but he's out with a bad back. [sighs]

- Believe me, you don't wanna rush that.

[chuckles] - Will you tell him that?

- Yeah. - Thanks.

Sorry to interrupt your walk.

- At my age,

I'll take every break I can get.

[chuckles] - Bye.

[sighs]

Jim Garland.

[intriguing music]

Oh, my God.

His real name is Jim Garland.

His parents were two of the victims

that my ex-husband defrauded.

- And you're sure? - Yeah, I just googled it.

I found an article

specifically linking Logan to the parents.

They tried to sue him.

- And you didn't remember the name?

- I... I didn't. There were dozens of victims.

- So, you think this Jim Garland

is out for revenge?

- Isn't it obvious?

[sighs]

- Okay, okay.

- Okay. So, what do we do now?

- Oh, we are not going to do anything.

You are going to go home

and I am going to go talk to this Jim Garland.

Okay? - Okay.

He's at home right now.

- Good. You go home.

And I will be in touch.

- I'm going. Thank you.

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

- Hey, Jim!

- Afternoon, Faye.

- I'm ready for my commission.

- Oh, really? What for?

- A young woman was asking about you.

And I told her you did great work.

- Really? - Yeah, gave her your name.

Said you might not have time for her though

with all those society types you're now working for.

- She didn't happen to mention her name, did she?

- No, but she wasn't from around here.

- How d'you know? - I didn't recognize the car.

A red electric car?

Jim, are you okay?

- Yeah, excuse me.

- Bye!

[ominous music]

[mysterious music]

[Katie sighs]

[door closes]

[breathes nervously]

[ominous music]

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh!

[tense music]

[panicked breathing]

[dramatic crescendo]

[screams]

[muffled screams then stops]

[ominous music]

- Anybody home?

Hello?

[mysterious music]

Mr. Garland, you in there?

[somber music]

[labored breathing]

[erratic breathing]

- Hello, Katie.

[erratic breathing]

- Charlie, please.

- Please. What?

- Charlie, I didn't have anything to do

with what happened to your parents.

You have to believe me.

I, I was the one who turned my ex in.

I swear to you.

- And, and you expect me to believe that.

The cops may have bought it, even the judge, but...

I never did.

I was there every day in that courtroom.

I, I listened to every piece of evidence.

There is no way you didn't know.

- I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't know anything.

I... I swear, Charlie, I didn't.

- Well, then you should have!

[panicked breathing]

[crying]

- You're right.

You are right. You are right.

I should have. I am so sorry.

[breathes nervously]

Oh, my God.

You killed Hazel.

Why?

- Why?

What was I supposed to do?

She caught me watching your house.

Then I realized that framing you for murder.

Taking your hair and putting it on Hazel's body.

That just...

Well, that just seemed fitting.

Because you deserve to spend

every day of your life in jail.

- It's too late. Okay?

The police, they... they already know about you.

So, just let me go.

- Well, then I guess

I'm just gonna have to kill you.

- No, no! - Hey!

- Ow! [screams]

[grunting]

- No!

[gun shot]

[grunts]

[thudding]

[erratic breathing]

[breathes heavily]

- You okay?

[sobs]

[sighs]

[soft music]

- Okay, thanks.

Hey, Detective.

Thank you.

And thank you.

- You are one brave, young lady.

- She is. [chuckling]

Hey, how did you know to come here?

- I got a phone call.

Said she saw someone sneak in your house.

- Huh.

[hurrying footsteps]

- Oh, my God. No, that's my family.

Please. Thank you.

Oh, thank God. Thank God.

Oh, my God. [relieved sigh]

- Hey. - Hey.

- Dad. - What, what, what?

- Hey, you're smothering me. [laughs happily]

- Should anyone present know any reason

that this couple not be joined in holy matrimony,

speak now or forever hold your peace.

- I can think of plenty.

- If I were Scott, I'd be careful.

- I wonder what other secrets she's hiding.

[orgue music]

- I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

[guests clapping]

[throat clearing] [laughs awkwardly]

[intriguing music]

[♪]

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