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[birds chirping]

[whistling]

[tense music]

[wind blowing]

- Who's there?

- Is someone there?

If someone's there,
you better leave now.

The police are on their way.

[foreboding music]

[kettle whistling]

[music crescendos]

[screaming]

[whistling dies down]

[upbeat music]

- Hold on, Peppermint.

[Peppermint barking]

I know. I know. I don't
like her either.

Let's go.

Peppermint!

[foreboding music]

[Peppermint barking]

Peppermint.

[shrieking]

[whining]

- We are gathered to mourn the
loss of Mrs. Gladys Claremont.

The Lord is my Shepherd
I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside
the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me in the path--

- Can't believe she's gone.

- For His name's sake.

- Why?

- 'Cause she was too
mean to kill herself.

[chuckles softly]

- She got what was coming to
her. That's all I gotta say.

- Yeah, no kidding.

- Will you all please be quiet.
Show some respect for the dead.

- Surely goodness and mercy

should follow me all the days
of my life.

- I heard Lily had
a nervous breakdown.

- Who's Lily?
- The dog walker.

The one who found her.
- Uh-huh.

- Poor kid. I wonder what's
gonna happen to her house.

She had no children.

- Next of kin?

- She didn't have
any kin either.

- The bank will take it
and sell it at auction.

My uncle was a probate lawyer.

- Oh, very cool.

- I'll tell you one thing,
I wouldn't live there.

- No, me either.
Give me the creeps.

- Yeah, but it's the kinda thing
you have to disclose, right?

- What?
- A death in the house.

- That's a myth.

- How do you know?

Sorry.

- One thing's for sure, it
can't help with property values.

- No, it can't hurt them.
People care about curb appeal,

about schools. Not what goes
on behind closed doors.

- Well, I hope you're right.

- Well, we have some things
to discuss.

Anyone wanna go to
Hillside Diner?

I feel like pie.

- I could do pie.

[muttering]
Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- Bless you.

- Hey. Good job.

- You know, we should have
really hired the movers.

- Oh, we're still young
and strong.

Plus if I told you the quotes
I received,

you'd be happy we're moving all
these boxes ourselves.

- That's fair.

- You know, I drove by there
the other day,

past our new house.

- Oh.

- The neighborhood is like
right out of a TV show.

- Yeah, we got lucky
my bank held the mortgage.

- Yeah. I know, Alex.
But still...

- What's wrong? Hmm?

Is it the death?

- Right. It's a little creepy.

- You know, people die, Carlee.

And if they don't die in
the hospital,

they die in their homes. Hmm?

- Yeah, I know. I know.

- Plus, trust me. Pretty soon
you'll be badgering me

to have them hurry up the estate
closing so that we can buy it.

- Oh, shoot. I forgot the time.

I wanted to stop by the store
before we left.

- Really?
I thought you told Sheila

you weren't coming in today?

- I did but... we just got
a shipment of dresses

and I wanna make sure that
they're displayed properly.

I mean, can you just start
loading up the van?

I'll be back soon.
- Mm-hmm.

Leave me with
all the heavy lifting.

- But I did say that
you're so strong.

- Mm-hmm.

- And handsome.

- Hmm. What else?

- And a good kisser.

- All right.

- And I'll get you an iced
coffee on my way back.

- Make that a beer
and you got a deal.

[upbeat music]

[rumbling]

[dialling]

- It's me. They're here.
Meet me outside.

- I can't believe they're
here already.

Mrs. Claremont's only been gone
a week.

- The longer the house sits the
less the mortgage lender makes.

- They look like a nice couple.
- Mm-hmm.

- I wonder if they'll fit in.

- Why wouldn't they?

- No kids.

- I don't have kids.

- Yes, you do. They're
just outta the house.

[chuckles]

Hmm, he is handsome.

- Betsy!

- What? A girl can look.

- Well, as long as it's just
looking. You're married.

- My husband is in prison.

In cases like mine,
there are exceptions.

- Yeah, but he's married.

- But is he happily married?
That is the question.

- That's not the question.

- It's such a good question.
- No. I'm... I'm going home.

- See ya.
- Oh, me too. See ya.

- Bye.

Hi.

[Brittany]: Archer! Careful.

- Relax, Brittany.

You think with your dad
out of the picture

I could start using
the front door?

- No, are you crazy?
With him gone,

all my mom has time to do
is snoop.

And she has the ears of a bat.

So you have to take
your shoes off.

- Bats do have good hearing.
- Mm-hmm. So, shoes.

- Oui, oui, mademoiselle.

Hear the big neighborhood
news?

- That we have new neighbors?

- Yeah. And what happened
to Mrs. Claremont.

- Yeah. I don't know.
I'm gonna kinda miss her.

It's gonna be weird without
having her around.

[scoffs]
- What are you talking about?

You hated the Claremonster.
[laughs]

- I didn't hate her,

I just thought she was a pain
in the butt.

But I also kinda thought
that she was like

the neighborhood grandma.

- Or the neighborhood narc.

Remember when she called
the cops last Halloween?

- That's because you egged
her house.

- She passed out pennies
wrapped in cellophane.

- Oh yeah, she definitely
deserved it then.

[chuckles]

- Still pretty crazy, though.
How she died.

- Stop. I don't even really
wanna think about it.

- You uh... think the dog
that found her

started nibbling on her toes?
- Stop.

- Just nom, nom, nom, nom.

- Stop, no.
Dogs don't even do that.

Cats will eat people, though.

- Oh well,
speaking about eating.

I need a snack.

- Nice. That's real nice.

- Hmm, these are pretty good.

You ever think about getting
like um...

a big TV screen in here?

- Uh, I think you watch
too much TV as it is.

- True, true, true.

[unsettling music]

- Our first night
in our new home.

- Mm-hmm.

- I hope she didn't
die in this bed.

- No, no. The cops said
she died in the living room.

- Okay. Oh, so our new
neighbors, the Perkins,

invited us over for dinner
tomorrow night.

- Ugh. No.

- What do you mean, no?

- I mean I'm tired, Carlee.
We just finished moving.

- Come on. Please?

I wanna meet the new neighbors.

[sighs]

Fine. Fine.

[upbeat music]

Women& [laughing]

- Oh, it was really so nice
of you to invite us, Dina.

I should've come over
and introduced myself

but there was just so much
to do.

- Mm-hmm.
- You're here now.

- Hear, hear.
[laughing]

And I'm no longer the
new girl on the block.

[chuckling]

[all]: Cheers.
[glasses clinking]

- You know, it's not easy
to find a house

in this neighborhood.

I heard people buy a home here
and they don't tend to leave it.

- How did you find your house,
if you don't mind me asking?

- Well, Alex just
got transferred

from Capital National,

the bank that held
the Claremont's mortgage.

And normally when a bank
repossesses a property

following a death,
it's sold at auction.

But that can take months,
sometimes years.

- Hmm.
- So, Alex suggested we move in

in the meantime.
A win for everyone.

- But you will buy the home
once you're able, won't you?

- I think so.
You know, I hope so.

[women giggling]

- So, finance.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, that's cool.
That is... that's cool.

You know something
about that, Rog.

- Yeah, a little bit.
- You uh...

you have any hot stock tips
for us?

- I work in the mortgage
division.

Not investment banking.
- Okay.

- Right, but that is the hot
place to be right now

with the real estate prices
through the roof.

- Right?
- I uh... I just process loans.

I don't buy or sell properties
myself.

- Very interesting.

- Yeah.

[women laughing]
- Well, that's my work.

And so what do you do?

- Well, I'm part owner of a
small clothing boutique

in downtown, um, Urban Accents.

- Oh, I've heard of that place.

- You have to stop buy.

I'll give you the friends
and family discount.

- Oh.

- Speaking of family...

- Oh.
[laughs]

Leave her alone.
She's still young.

- It's okay. Um, we hope to,
one day.

If we do buy the house.

- Hmm.
- Look around.

- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- You do know about what
happened there, right?

- Of course.

- And it doesn't...
I don't know, um...

- Freak me out?
- Yeah.

- Well, as Alex said,
people die everywhere.

- Right.

- For someone who is not in the,
in the business,

so to speak, you did manage
to slide into a pretty nice,

little number across the street.
- Pretty, pretty sweet.

- It's uh, not easy to get
in around here.

- No.
- Without some sort of an in.

- Took Roger what,
was it almost a year?

- I built this place. You...

[laughing]

No, it's uh... don't be
offended in any way

because the truth be told,
this is the best thing

that could've happened to me.

And that old bird was nothing
but trouble.

- Really? I thought she was
some nice, old lady.

[snickers]

- No, I think what Roger means
to say is that

it's probably easier
for you to buy the house now

that she... is...

[both]: Deceased.

- Actually, it depends
on the situation.

- So, they leave you a lot
of work to do over there?

- Not too much.

- Huh. Not as...
not as much work as this.

- Huh.

- Look, you know, I mean if...

if you need help with,
you know, anything,

I would love to come by
and help out, you know,

next week, this weekend.
I know my way around a toolbox,

I uh, can tell a half-decent
joke.

- I'll be fine.

But thank you.

- Boys, appetizers are ready.

[Alex]: Great.
- You're welcome.

- What was that?
- Right?

- Oh, my God.

- So, when are you gonna invite
us over for the housewarming?

- Oh, that's right! It'll be
great to see what you've done

with the place now
that you're in here.

- Yeah, we're not gonna be
entertaining anytime soon.

- Nothing formal,
just a drink or two.

- Or three. Or four.
[laughs]

[insects chirping]

- Ah, come on, Alex!
- It was a joke.

- Lighten up.
- Yeah.

- Look, you're part
of the neighborhood now.

Embrace our credo, you work hard
and you play hard.

- Even if you don't work hard.
[laughs]

Like this guy.
- It has its privileges.

- I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
The truth is, we're nice people.

It's a great neighborhood. We
wanna welcome you and you know,

once we get our claws into you,
you'll never be rid of us.

- Yeah. Carlee!
Come on, we gotta go.

- We just got rid of that

withered old bat across
the street.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah and...
and you're the new guys here

and we all wanna be friends.
We just--

- No, I don't...
I don't think so, guys.

- Come on.
- Okay.

- Let's go.

- Wonderful to meet you, Carlee.

- Yeah, you too.

Um, and thanks again, Roger.

- My pleasure.
- Yeah, we'll see you soon.

- All right.
- Okay, yeah.

- Yeah, great.

- Alex.
- Night.

- See ya soon.

[blows out breath]
- I need a drink.

- Yeah, I need one or too.

- Wow, that was...

- I don't know what--
- ...the most painful.

- I can't... why are we even
trying to get him in the house.

- Well...
[laughs]

[barking]

[clattering]

- Alex?

[foreboding music]

[banging]
[creaking]

[clattering]
[gasps]

What the...

[plastic rustling]

[door creaks]

[clattering]

[tense music]

[knocking]

[gasps]

Alex?
- Did I... did I wake you?

- What are you doing?

- I was just uh, thinking about
what we could do with the space.

- No. What are you
talking about?

- Well you know, maybe we can
turn this into an office

and maybe I'll blow out the
walls, put in an extra window.

- More windows?

- Yeah, and maybe a couple
French doors.

Leads to the patio.

- Okay, you never so much as
hung a picture up on the wall

and now you're talking about
major renovations?

[stammers]

We've only been here
for a few days.

And we're still just renting.

And we haven't even replaced
Mrs. Claremont's furniture yet.

- I know that.
I was just thinking.

- Alex... what's going on
with you?

- What?

- You don't really seem
like yourself.

Like... never mind.

- No. Tell me.

- Tonight at the dinner party,
you were so quiet.

And when you did talk,
you were kind of...

rude.

- I just think we don't need
to be buddy-buddy with everyone

in the neighborhood, that's all.
- We were at a dinner party.

- It's good to keep some
distance between us

and the neighbors.

- I'm going to bed.

[birds chirping]

- Hey, Bannon.
- Yeah?

- You processed the Gladys
Claremont suicide, right?

- Yeah. Something wrong?

- No, no. I was going
through the files

and according to
your report,

Roger Perkins' fingerprints
were found in the house?

- Yeah. Along with those of the
old woman, the dog walker,

and some others
we couldn't identify.

He was her next door neighbor
so, it's hardly surprising.

- Uh-huh. So the scene was
locked down immediately, right?

- Yeah, we had to make sure it
was a suicide,

despite there not being any
evidence to the contrary.

- So, no note.

- None that we could find.
And we looked everywhere.

We even removed boxes
of her personal possessions

hoping it would give us a clue.

- Hmm. All right, well thanks,
Bannon. You did good work.

- Yeah, no worries.

- Thank you for sparing a few
minutes of your time.

- Oh, of course. Can I get you
something, coffee, tea?

- Coffee, if it's on.
- Yeah. It won't take a minute.

- So, you said this was about
Claremont's suicide.

- Yes, were you close with her?

- Ha. Close, no.

Nobody in the neighborhood
could stand that old lady.

- And yet your fingerprints
were found in her home.

- I said I couldn't stand her.

I never said I didn't go
over there.

- And why were you there?

- We're thinking about getting
a new lawn service

in the neighborhood. I wanted to
talk to her about it.

Figured we could get a better
deal if everybody was on board.

- And what was the name
of this lawn service?

- I don't recall offhand.

- Here you go.
I didn't know how you take it.

- I am so sorry to put you out.
I was just leaving.

I appreciate your time,
Mr. Perkins.

If you remember anything,
you know how to reach me.

Thank you.
- Thanks.

What was that about?

[ball rattling]

- So, what do we think, huh?
Maple Street man cave.

- Yeah. You know, of all the
things you could have possibly

come up with,
you settled on log cabin.

- Rustic Canadiana.
No, hey, hey, hey.

Not on the pool table. Come on.

- So, what'd you
tell her, Roger?

- Well, some nonsense about

getting a new lawn service
for the neighborhood.

- She believe you?
- Not a chance.

- Tellin' ya, we should've
taken care of this

with the old man years ago.

- Yeah, no kidding.
But that ship has sailed.

- What about the neighbors,
the new neighbors?

- What about 'em?
- Well, maybe they'll play ball.

- Yeah, no. Come on, Roger.
You met him.

I don't even like him much less
trust him.

- I'm telling you,
we should've nipped

this in the bud years ago.

- Yes, you said that before,
Jake.

It's not doing us a lot
of good right now.

- Take it easy. Take it easy.

- Well, we need to do something.

- Yeah.

- I'm going over there.

- Roger, come on. You?
- Why not?

- You're already
under suspicion.

- Well, what difference
does it make?

If they find something
and then they get one of us,

they'll get all of us.

- Well, maybe it's
not even there.

- Where would it be?

[chuckles]

You know Mrs. Claremont
would always visit

the old man's grave, right?

- Oh, maybe it's buried
with him.

[chuckling]
- Grab a shovel.

[laughing]

[sighs]
- There's no way, right?

- No! It's in that house.

Right under their noses.

- If only we'd taken
care of this sooner.

[annoyed exhale]

- We're gonna take care
of you if you don't shut up.

- That's not very nice.

[women laughing]

- Okay.

I just wanna say real quickly
before lunch comes

and before we open
another bottle.

It's nice to welcome
you to the group.

- Ah.
- Hear, hear.

- Hear, hear!
- Cheers.

- Welcome.

- And I wanna thank all of you
for making me feel so welcome.

- We're not giving up all of
our secrets just yet.

I mean, after all,
you are just renting.

- Oh, don't pay any attention
to her, Car,

she's just teasing you.

- Actually,
if I'm gonna be honest,

the transition hasn't been easy.

You girls have been great
and I love the neighborhood.

But it's Alex.
He hasn't been himself.

- What do you mean?

- Well, you saw some of it

at the dinner party
the other night.

Normally he's the friendliest
man in the world.

But at your house he was sullen
and rude.

And with me he's distant
and aloof.

And just not the Alex I know.

[laughs]: Well, welcome
to the married life, Car.

[scoffs]

- It's more than that. I mean
sure, we have our ups and downs

just like any other couple
but this...

this is different.

- Well, hey. Moving is hard.
It's very stressful.

I'm sure this is just
a transition.

- You're right.

Maybe it'll pass.

- By the way, did you guys
hear what happened

to Felicia Montclair?
- No. Do tell.

- Her daughter who she thought
was in grad school,

turns out she never even
graduated college.

[gasps]

- She was making a living on
one of those webcam sites.

- Oh.
[chuckling]

- Like, how much we talkin'?

- A lot of money.
- A lot of money?

[chuckling]
- Smart girl.

- That's what I said.
- Right?

[laughing]

- Sign Betsy up.
- Yes!

[laughing]

- Thank you for dinner.

- And thank you for dessert.

- You sure you don't wanna come
inside? We can watch a movie.

My mom's home but she...
she won't bother us.

- Uh... I can't.

I got curfew.

- Kay. Text me?

- Of course.

[insects chirping]

What's wrong?

- Um... nothing, I just...

I thought I saw something over
by Mrs. Claremont's house.

- Not Mrs. Claremont's
house anymore.

The new people are
living there.

- No, I know, but it wasn't
like the new neighbors.

It... it was like a shadow
creeping around the side.

- Uh...

I don't see anyone.

- I could have sworn.

- Hey, I'll walk you in.

Let's go.
- Okay.

[foreboding music]

[rattling]

[inhales deeply]

- Alex. Alex, I think
I heard something.

[grumbles]

[sighs]

[tense music]

[exhales]
What are you doing, Alex?

[clattering]

[breathes shakily]

[clattering]

[eerie music]

What the...

Oh, Alex.

Ugh.

[gasps then pants]

Al... Alex!

- And you're sure you
didn't see his face?

- Definitely.
He was wearing a mask.

- Now, you're sure you
only saw one person?

- I'm positive.

- It looks like they came
in through this door.

The lock's been forced open.

- So, they didn't pick the lock?

- No.
- Doesn't matter.

First thing tomorrow morning
I'm getting the locks changed.

- And installing an alarm.
- And installing an alarm.

- That's a great idea.

Most of the residents on this
block have one.

- You know, I'm surprised
Mrs. Claremont didn't.

- Well, plenty of older folks
don't get around to it,

especially in safe
neighborhoods.

They consider it an unnecessary
expense.

Besides, you can't imagine
how many of them

get triggered by mistake.

- We will get a top-of-the-line
security system.

No matter the cost.

- What are you doing in here?

- Uh, just some renovations.
Nothing major.

- Hmm. Mr. and Mrs. Patterson,

you said it didn't look as
though anything had been stolen?

- Um, I just took a quick look
around, but no,

I don't think so. Uh, my purse
was in the bedroom.

Nothing was stolen from there.
And well, Alex was there.

- And did you see anything?
- No.

- Did the intruder do this?

- No, I'm just reorganizing
in here.

I'll have it cleaned up
by tomorrow.

- Now, do you keep any
valuables in your house?

- Like what?

- Like cash, artwork, jewelry?

- Um, not really. My ring is
the most expensive thing I own

and I never take it off.
Plus I checked.

Nothing was stolen
from my jewelry box.

- And have you received
any threats

since you moved into
the neighborhood?

- Threats? From who?

- Anyone. Any altercations?

- Uh no, of course not.

The neighbors
couldn't have been nicer.

- And can you think of anyone

who would want to break
into your house?

- I thought that was your job.

- Mr. Patterson,
we all want the same thing.

To figure out who did this.

And the more we work together,
the better our chances are.

- We have no idea.

- Maybe... maybe they didn't
come for us at all.

You know, maybe it was
the Claremonts.

Someone who thought
they still lived her?

- Well, I don't know.

The Claremonts
are an elderly couple.

Not the type to have
many enemies.

We're still going through
the deceased's possessions

but so far there's been nothing
to point in that direction.

- Then... I don't know
what else to say.

- Well, I think I have
everything that I need.

And I know you're shaken up.
Just get some rest.

I'll be in touch.
And tomorrow, actually today,

you make sure you call the alarm
company and the locksmith.

- We will. Um, thank you,
Detective.

- Of course.

- You know we heard great
things about this neighborhood,

but we've only been here
for a week

and we're already victims
of a crime.

- I understand your frustration,
Mr. Patterson,

but break-ins,
they can happen anywhere.

- That's all we get.
That's all we get.

[birds chirping]

- Lou! Just the guy I wanna see.
- Hey.

- Ooh, I don't wanna get
any formaldehyde on me.

- I haven't even been
in the morgue today.

- Okay, all right. How ya doin'?
- Good to see you.

Can I assume this
isn't just a friendly visit?

- Well, I wanna talk to you
about a recent death, a suicide.

Gladys Claremont.

Is there a chance that it wasn't
a suicide?

- Her hyoid bone was crushed.
That's what killed her.

- But isn't that what you would
expect to see

if she'd been manually
strangled?

- Sure, except for one thing.

She was found hanging from
a beam in her living room.

- So, you're saying that there
is no medical evidence

that would point to murder
rather than suicide?

- That's what I'm tellin' ya.

- But it's possible.

- Yeah. Is that what
you came for?

- Uh-huh. Okay.

- Say hi to your mom.

- Okay. Bye.

[door opens and closes]

- Mom?

- Hi, sweetheart.

- Can I talk to you for a sec?

- Of course. Yes, sit.

What is it?

- Is something going on?
I mean, here on Maple Street?

- There's always something going
on, on Maple Street.

- No, I'm... I'm serious, Mom.

After everything that happened
with Dad, we promised,

no more secrets.

- And I'm not keeping
anything from you.

- I heard at school
that someone broke into

the new neighbors' house.

- I heard that too

but I wasn't keeping it
from you.

- I think I might
know something.

- What?

- Well, the other night when
Archer drove me home,

I got out of the car and...

I don't know,
I thought I saw something.

- Something.
- Someone.

Over by the new
neighbors' house.

Like they were scoping
out the place.

- And you didn't tell me?

- Well, Archer kinda
convinced me

that I must've just
been imagining it.

- Oh.

- Do you think I should
tell Detective Vaughn?

- You didn't see who it was?

- Well, I'm not even sure it
was a person.

I mean, it was dark and
I was far away.

- Then I don't see
how it could help.

- I don't know, it's just part
of me feels like I...

should let her decide that.

- Look, Britt, I like Detective
Vaughn a lot, I trust her,

but if you're not even sure
you saw anything, I just...

I don't think it's the right
time to get involved.

- You're telling me the truth?

You don't know anything
about this?

- What could I possibly know?

[sighs]
- Okay.

- Okay.

- Thanks, Mom.
I've got some homework to do.

- All right. Come talk
to me anytime.

- Okay.

[mysterious music]

[line ringing]

- Hello, you've reached the
voicemail of Alex Patterson.

Please leave your name, number,
and a brief message,

and I'll return your call.
[beep]

[line ringing]

- Hi, you've reached
Capital National.

- Hi, yes, um I'd like to speak
to Alex Patterson

in the mortgage department,
please.

- Okay, give me a second.

He's not listed
in the company directory.

Are you sure he works
at this branch, ma'am?

- Of course I'm sure. He was
just transferred to that branch.

- Maybe he hasn't started yet.

- Uh... you know what?
Um, I'm sorry.

I think I did get
the wrong branch.

I'm sorry to waste your time.

- It was my pleasure, ma'am.

[beep]

- But Lou ruled it a suicide.

- Yeah, but only because
of the evidence.

- Which is what we do,
Detective.

- But he also said that
he couldn't rule out murder.

We just, we just didn't pursue
that route

because we didn't have a motive.

- And we do now?

[sighs]
- No, not really but...

Something just doesn't
feel right. The break-in.

It has to be connected to what
happened to Gladys Claremont.

- Why?

- Because it's just too
coincidental otherwise.

- I don't know, someone hears
a new family's

moved into the house.

Maybe they know that
the alarm system

hasn't been installed yet.

Perhaps it's a crime
of opportunity.

- Can you think of anyone

who would wanna kill
Gladys Claremont?

I mean, you knew her better
than I did.

- Only that she was a tough
old lady.

I mean, more likely that someone
would want to knock off

the old man.

Only he uh, died of
a heart attack years ago.

- Knock off the old man?

- Why would you say that?

- Only because
of his occupation.

He used to work
as a private investigator.

Our paths crossed from time
to time because of his cases.

- I did not know that.

- Well, it was before your time.

- All due respect, Chief,

you didn't think that was
important?

- Important?
- To tell me.

- Tell you what? That the late
husband of a grumpy old lady

who killed herself once worked
as a private investigator?

- Well, when you
put it that way.

- I'm not putting it that way.
That's the way it is.

If you step back
and look at it objectively.

If I were you, I'd focus on this
new couple, the Pattersons.

They're the ones that live
in the house now.

They're the ones
that were targeted.

- Okay. Okay,
you're probably right.

Well, thanks, Chief.

[rumbling]

[birds chirping]

- Carlee?

Carlee?

[exhales]

Hey. You didn't
hear me call you?

- Where were you?

- What do you mean where
was I? I was at work.

- Don't lie to me, Alex.

- What are you talking about?

- I called your office.

- Why would you do that?

- That's what you have to say
about it.

- I...

- Why would I do that?

- All right, all right.

- Alex, talk to me!

- What?

- What's going on?

- I was laid off.

- What? When?

- A few months ago.

- Well, where have
you been going?

- The library, the coffee shop.
I've just been looking for work.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Why do you think, Carlee?
'Cause I didn't wanna worry you.

- So, you thought you
would lie to me instead?

- Seems like the lesser
of two evils.

- So then, why did we move?

- Because we couldn't
afford the mortgage.

[sighs]
- Dammit, Alex.

So, all of this
was one big lie.

- It wasn't a lie! I was hoping

and I'm still hoping to find
a job

and by that time the paperwork
should be in order

for us to still have an option
and buy this house!

- You should have told me.

- I know. All right?
I... I'm sorry.

- This is a nice change.

I'm used to seeing
Mrs. Claremont out here.

Perched like a little gargoyle.

Looking at everyone.

- Uh, do you want a glass?

- Oh. It's okay. I was just
um... getting some fresh air.

- Hmm. I needed air, too.

- Where's Alex?

- Hmm. Ahem. He's asleep.

- Men. The world could be
falling down around them

and they still would have
no problem dozing off.

[sighs]
- Tell me about it.

[insects chirping]

- Is everything okay?

- Mm-hmm.

You heard what happened,
I assume?

- Yeah. This is Maple Street,
Carlee.

Secrets don't stay
secrets for very long.

- So, do the police
know anything?

- Nothing. Or if they do,
they're not saying anything.

- Right.

- It's awful.

I feel so... violated.

- I'm sorry. It's the worst.
It really is.

I... I get it.

- I wonder if this has anything
to do with the Claremonts.

- Hmm. Well, I guess
anything is possible.

- You know them well?

- No. Not well. The husband
not at all

and ahem, Mrs. Claremont,
like I said,

she mostly stuck to herself.
Not a conversationalist.

- Well um, the detective,
Detective Vaughn,

she said she's still going
through Mrs. Claremont's stuff.

- Makes sense.
She's a good cop.

If there's something to find,
she will find it.

- And you know her?

- Yeah.

- There were some... uh,
incidents around here recently.

If you haven't heard about them,
I'm sure you will.

Detective Vaughn,
she handled the cases.

- Is she good? Thorough?

- Oh yeah. She's very good.

You've nothing to worry about.
Trust me.

The only person that should
be worried

is whoever did this to you.

- Hmm.

- Things will settle down here.
They always do.

Try to get some rest.

- Um, Katie?

Thank you.

- Don't mention it.
You're one of us now.

Night!

- Night.

[deep sigh]

- Oh, boy.

[screams]

Dammit, Jimmy! You
nearly gave me a heart attack.

- I'm sorry.
I thought you heard me.

- What are you doing skulking
around here anyway?

- We're about to close evidence.
- I'm not done.

- Well then, you're gonna have
to sign out what you want.

- What time is it?
- Almost nine.

- Oh. Okay, okay.

- Here, I can help.

- I've got it! Just... okay,
just... I got it. All right?

Just meet me at the evidence
desk, okay?

- Okay, okay.

- Jeez

Oh man.

[tense music]

[grunts]

[panting]

[knocking]
- Got it.

- Roger Perkins?
- Yeah?

- You're under arrest for
assaulting a police officer.

- What are you doing?
What's going on here?

- Your husband is under
arrest, ma'am.

- For what?
- Dina, it's okay.

- You have the right
to remain silent.

- Well, where are
you taking him?

- To the town police station.

- I'll call our lawyer, Roger.
Just don't say anything.

- Detective Vaughn,
nice to see you.

- Oh. If I uncuff you,

for all I know you'll just
attack me again.

- That's what you think I did?

- Well, I didn't get this
writing traffic tickets.

[sighs]
- Please.

I don't understand
what's going on.

- You are in a lot of trouble,
Roger Perkins.

If I were you,
I would start talking.

- I... I don't know what
you want me to say?

- All right.

Well, for starters...

That's not your wife.

- Are you asking
me or telling me?

No, it's not.

- You were being blackmailed.

By the Claremonts?

- The old man, he um, he was a
detective or something.

Seems he followed me
to my motel.

- And how long had
that been going on?

- Years.
- Years?

And you didn't think
to go to the police?

- I thought about it,

but I knew what the Claremonts
would do with those photographs.

Seemed like a small price
to pay.

- Because they'd been doing it
to everyone else on the block.

- Bingo.

Thank you.

- Why were your fingerprints
in her house, Roger?

- With her husband gone,
the old lady needed more money.

She was gonna increase
the payments

so I went over
to talk to her about it.

- To threaten her.

- I can't say it was
a friendly conversation

but I did not kill her.
You gotta know that.

[deep inhale and exhale]

- What'd you do with
the evidence, Roger?

- What evidence?
- That you took from me.

[exhales]
- I already told ya,

I don't... I don't know what
you're talking about.

May I please go now?

- Your fingerprints were found

at the scene
of a possible homicide.

And you are the prime suspect in
the assault of a police officer.

You are not going anywhere.

[knocks]

- I appreciate you agreeing
to speak with me.

- Anytime, Detective.
You know that.

- I have a question. A question
that might be a little awkward.

Were you being blackmailed
by Gladys Claremont?

- You're not in any trouble.

And if you answer my questions
honestly we can discuss--

- Look um...
it was nothing illegal.

I swear to you on
the life of my children

that it was nothing I could ever
be charged with.

- But it was something.

- Yeah, it had to do with a...

a deal between myself
and my partners.

I took measures that I'm...
not exactly proud of.

I don't know how they found out
about it but they did.

- Who, the Claremonts?

- Now, this was long before
I met Katie.

Back when I was still married
to Hazel.

- So, you paid them off.

- Of course.
I didn't have a choice.

- Okay.
- Detective this...

this won't be made public,
will it?

- Not if it isn't
directly related

to Gladys Claremont's death, no.

- How could it have anything
to do with a suicide?

- We are looking at the
circumstances around her death

a little closer. I can't
say anything more at this point.

- So, it could be murder?

- No, I did not say that.
I did not say that at all.

- Do the Pattersons know?

- No, why?

- Okay, look,
it's probably nothing but...

Carlee told me that her husband
has been acting very strange

ever since they first arrived.

- Strange how?

- I mean, I'm not really sure

but she said he's not acting
like himself at all.

I don't want to over speaks.
She's... you know, a friend.

But... maybe you should talk
to her.

- Okay. I appreciate that.
Thank you.

If you hear anything else,
please let me know.

- Okay. Of course.
- Absolutely.

[knocking]

- Coming.

- Yeah?
- Mr. Patterson.

- Detective.

- May I talk to you
for a minute?

- You find him yet?

- The person who broke into
your house, no we haven't.

May I come in, please?

- Sure. Yeah.

- Well, first you're remodeling

and now it looks as though
you're having a garage sale.

I didn't know you could do that
if you were only renting.

- What can I do for you,
Detective?

- Actually I'm here
to do some follow-up

about the break-in
the other night.

It might be more comfortable
if we sat down.

- No, I don't... I don't wanna
dirty the furniture.

- Um, before the break-in,

were there any strangers coming
around the house?

- Like who?

- Well, repairmen,
delivery men,

workers from the utility
company. People like that?

- No.

- And you, yourself,
you never saw the intruder.

Is that correct?

- We went over all
this that night.

- Please, Mr. Patterson.

- No, I didn't see him.

- And neither did your wife
because he was wearing a mask.

- That's right.

- Right.

Now, were you able to spend
any more time

looking around your house?

You know, to make sure
that nothing was stolen?

- Well, we would have called you
if we found something missing.

- Right. Right. Um...

this is a little embarrassing,
Mr. Patterson.

Would you mind terribly
if I used your restroom?

- Yeah, sure. Um, the main
bathroom's broken

so you could use the one through
the bedroom.

- All right. Thank you.
Back in a minute.

[tense music]

[toilet flushing]

- You okay in there?

- I'll be right out.

Sorry about that.

- Yeah, so are we done here yet

'cause I need to get back
to work.

- Yes, absolutely. But you
didn't answer my question.

- About what?

- Well, just seems a little
strange to be remodeling

when you're only renting.

- Well, we have an
option to buy.

- Oh, I see.

Well, thank you for
your time, Mr. Patterson.

I will be in touch
when I hear anything.

[car beeps]

- Alex!

A...

What's going on?

- That detective
came back today.

- Alex.

- Uh... sorry,
I was working downstairs

and I needed a tape measure.

I figured it'd be in one
of these cupboards.

- So, you tore
the kitchen apart?

- I'm gonna put everything
back, Carlee.

You gotta trust me.

- Trust you? How can I trust you

if you won't even tell me
what's going on?

Youn should be looking for work,

not spending your days on insane
home improvement projects.

- Everything's gonna
be fine, very soon.

- What does that even mean?

Alex, tell me, please.

What's this all about?

- You and I are gonna be
very happy. I promise.

[chattering]

- Carlee!

- It was such a nice surprise
to hear from you again.

- Oh, thank you for seeing me
on such short notice.

- Are you kidding? Anything
for the wife of Alex Patterson.

Now, come on, let's have a seat
in my office.

- So, how is Alex?

- Frankly, Mr. Hopkins, I was
hoping you could tell me.

- Tell you what?

- Well, I know Alex was laid off

but I was just wondering
if you noticed any changes

in him at the end,

with his work, that led you to
lay him off?

- Alex wasn't laid off.

- I knew it.
He was fired, wasn't he?

- No, no. Carlee, Alex quit.

- Quit?

What are you... what are you
talking about?

- Well, I didn't understand
it either.

He came to me a couple
of months ago

and gave me
his two weeks' notice.

- You didn't ask him
why he was leaving?

- Of course I did. I even tried
to talk him out of it.

But all he said was that it was
time for a change.

- But... that doesn't
make any sense.

- Yeah, I didn't think
so either.

I always thought Alex
was content being here.

- He didn't seem
checked out, distant?

- No, on the contrary. In fact,
he was even up for a promotion.

And I was gonna recommend
that he receive it.

But if you don't mind me asking,
what has Alex been doing?

- That's exactly what
I'd like to know.

- Don't worry.
He'll be out soon.

- That's not what
our lawyer says.

- I'd get a new lawyer.

- It's not his fault.

The judge says Roger's
a flight risk.

- What? That's ridiculous.

- Is it? I don't know anymore.

I'm not even sure if Roger
didn't kill her.

- Dina, now you're
talking crazy.

- Am I, Betsy? Somebody did.

Probably somebody on this very
street. Why not Roger?

- No, Roger wouldn't do that.

- No? Would Scott, Katie?

[scoffs]
Would Jake Tolbert?

- What about the newbies?

- What, the Pattersons?
They weren't even here yet.

- Still, there's something
about her. I don't trust her.

- Yeah, but you don't
trust anybody, Betsy.

- Well, at least we know
it wasn't Pete.

- Yeah, you can't kill anyone
while you're in jail.

- Yeah.

- Brittany saw something

the night the Patterson's house
was broken into.

- What?
- A person, she thought,

lurking about.
Did Roger go out that night?

- I don't know, I don't think
so but I... maybe.

I took a sleeping pill.
- What about Scott?

- What about him?

- He was being blackmailed
just like the rest of us.

[huffs]

- Do you two ever talk about
anything? What she had on you?

Or... do you know anything
about Scott...

- No, but we know she has
something on all of us

which makes us all suspects.

[exhales]
- Right.

- What'd you tell Brittany?
- Nothing.

She wanted to go to
Detective Vaughn

but I said it wasn't
the right time.

I mean, what if it was one
of your spouses?

- Oh, no, it's Roger,
I know it is. Oh, my God.

- You do not know that.

It wasn't Roger
and it wasn't Scott.

Look, ladies, we are grasping
at straws here

until someone else is caught
or someone confesses.

That's the truth. That is just
the truth. That's all we know.

- And uh... what about
our secrets?

- I'd say they're safe
for right now.

That's one good thing
about the Claremonts.

They can't blackmail us
from beyond the grave.

- Yeah.

- Touché.

- Thanks for seeing me,
Detective Vaughn.

- Of course. You take care
of that alarm yet?

- Well, Alex has been
a little busy.

- Oh. Too busy to call
the alarm company?

I figured that would be
a first priority.

- Yeah, that's kind of what
I wanted to talk to you about.

There's something wrong with
my husband, Detective.

And ever since we moved
into that house,

he hasn't been himself.

It's like his whole personality
has changed.

I'm...

I'm afraid of him.

- Has he threatened you?

- Uh, threatened, no.

- Has he been verbally
or physically abusive?

- No, no, it's nothing
like that. It's...

quite the opposite, actually.
He's been distant.

No, that's not exactly right.
More like...

secretive.

He quit his job
and lied to me about it.

[sighs]

- Mrs. Patterson, everything
you're telling me,

I am sorry, I truly am.
I sympathize with you.

But to tell you the truth,

this sounds more like a marital
issue, not a police matter.

- Well, what do you
suggest I do?

- Talk to him.

- I tried that. He clams up
or he blatantly lies.

I just...

you don't think this has
anything to do

with the break-in, do you?

- And why would it?

- Uh, I don't know.
Just thinking.

- Well, there's only one person
who can answer that.

- Maybe I missed something.

[suspenseful music]

- Hurry up, Scott.

We gotta get to that evidence
before Vaughn does.

- Here.

[chokes]

[laughs]

Where do you get that stuff?

- I grow it.
- Seriously?

- No, I get it from
the dispensary.

- That is not like the stuff
we smoked in college.

- It's not like what anyone
smoked in college.

Now that weed is legal
and the scientists

or botanists or whatever
are involved.

- Right?
[laughing]

Oh. Okay. Whew.

Hey, what'd she have
on you anyway?

- What did she have on you?

- Eh...

Well, I'll say this,
that it's enough

that I really wanna get in there
and find it.

- I wanna see what kinda dirt
she had on all of us.

- Yeah. You ready?

- Yeah.
- Let's do this. Throw it up.

- Let's go.

- It doesn't matter. Let's go.
- Okay.

- Oh, no, no, this way.
- Okay.

- This way, this way.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- What?

- Do you think we should
really be doing this?

- If Roger's out of commission,

Pete's in jail,
it's just you and I.

- Exactly and I don't wanna
end up like them.

- Well, neither do I!
- Shh!

Come on.

Okay, go ahead.

- Why me?

- You're first.

[annoyed exhale]

- Yeah, just... let me make sure
the coast is clear.

- Um...

Looks pretty clear to me.
- Just stop rushing me.

- Okay.

Car.
- Ooh. So, uh, like this?

- Yeah.
[indistinct]

Hey.
- Hi.

- Yeah, right in the hips.

- Ooh, yeah, yeah.

- There you go. Yes, exactly.

[relieved exhale]

- Whaddya think?

- Let's get the hell outta here.
- Yeah, yeah.

Okay. No one saw.
- Okay.

- No one saw.

- Alex.

- Oh!
- I thought that was you.

- Mr. Hopkins, good to see you.

- How is everything?
- I can't complain.

Everything's going well.

- Well, can I help
you with something?

- Uh yeah, actually,

I'd love to get into my safety
deposit box.

- Oh well, no need to wait
in line. Come on, follow me.

- All right.

- I guess you know where it is.
- Yeah, yeah.

- And as you know, we are
required to check ID

but I feel in this case it may
be rather superfluous.

[laughs]
- I am still me.

- By the way, I saw your
wife the other day.

- My wife?
- Yeah.

- Where?
- She came into the bank.

- This bank?

Did she say why?

- Well, you'd know
better than me.

[chuckles]
- You know what?

Uh, now that you mention it, I
do remember what she had to do.

- Ah. Ah, well, how's she
handling your career change?

- Fine. Yeah, it's a fresh
start for the both of us.

- Oh well, nice woman.
I always liked her.

- Do you mind?

- Oh, well,
I'll leave you to it.

- Thank you.

[suspenseful music]

- Alex? Are you down there?

- Yeah. Yeah.

I'm just finishing
something up, all right?

- What were you doing
down there?

- Nothing. Found a way
to rewire the house.

- I didn't know it
needed rewiring.

- Oh hey, I've got a job
interview tomorrow.

- Really?

- You sound so surprised.
- No, I'm not.

I mean um,
that's... that's great.

- Well, it's only the first
interview so, we'll see.

- With who?
- A small, regional bank.

Thing is, it's early in
the morning

and it's quite a ways away

so I'll probably leave
before you get up.

- Okay. Do you need me to get
anything ready for you?

Your suit?

- No, it's not that formal.

- A job interview?

- Carlee, I'll be fine,
all right?

I'm gonna jump in the shower.

[annoyed exhale]

[shower starting]

[tense music]

Who the hell are you?

[gun clicks]

No, wait!

[groans]

- Did you guys hear that?
- Yeah.

- It sounded like a gunshot.

- Get inside,
you guys.

Hurry up.

- Alex?

Alex? Alex! Alex!

Alex!

No, Alex! No! Please!

[sobbing]

Alex!

[sobs]

Alex, please! No!

[sirens in the distance]

- Oh.
- There he is.

- Roger.

Roger.

- Sorry, babe.

- Thank you for getting
him released so quickly,

Detective Vaughn.

- Could've saved a little time
by not arresting me

in the first place but,
you know.

- Your fingerprints were found
at the scene of a murder,

Mr. Perkins. And you did break
into the Patterson's house.

- Yeah, if I confessed,
can I still be charged?

- Can you be?
Well, that's not up to me.

- It's Carlee Patterson.

- Yes. However I think that she
has other things on her mind,

other than pressing charges
against you

for breaking and entering.

- So, wait, I don't understand.
Dina said that Alex Patterson

attacked you and then stole the
evidence. Why would he do that?

- Because he knew that if I saw
what was in the box,

I would put things together.

But what he didn't know
is I already got a glimpse

of the contents before he could
take them.

- But how did the contents
relate to Alex?

- They didn't.
Not on the surface.

Look, at first I thought one of
you had killed Mrs. Claremont.

Especially after I learned
that you'd been blackmailed.

I mean, you all had a very
strong motive.

But then when I realized that
Alex worked at the same bank

that held
the Claremont's mortgage,

well, it got me thinking.

The Claremonts were keeping
their money in the bank,

something that Alex discovered
as an employee, somehow.

But what he didn't know,
at least right away,

was how to get his hands on it.
- But why not?

- Because they were keeping it
in a safe deposit box.

- So, that's why he killed
Mrs. Claremont, for the key?

- Yeah, but he didn't
find it right away.

- God.

- He needed time to go back
and look.

And what better way
than to rent the house.

Giving him all the time
he needed.

- So, who killed Alex?

- We don't know.

He must have had a partner
who double-crossed him.

The money's gone. Someone broke
into the house

early this morning, killed Alex,
and made off with the money.

- Any ideas on who
that might be?

- Well, who found Alex?

- Carlee.

- Oh, God. She must be a mess.

- Yeah, she's um...
she's not good.

Despite everything
that happened between them,

he was still her husband.

- For better or worse,
right, Detective?

- Yeah.

[soft music]

[knocking]

- Oh, Detective Vaughn, I...

I didn't realize you were
stopping by.

- I was in the neighborhood.
Can I come in?

- Of course, please.

- Thank you.

- You're moving.
- Uh, yeah. Um...

After everything that happened,
I can't stay here anymore.

- I understand.

- Any update?
- I'm afraid not.

I gotta tell you, Carlee,
this one, it has me stumped.

- Well, they didn't find
any fingerprints, you know,

on the basement window,
where the intruder came in?

- No, he must've been
wearing gloves.

- And the gun?
- Took it with him, I imagine.

- Well, what about the money?
Can't they trace that somehow?

- No, it was unmarked.

It had been collected over years
and years.

It would be impossible
to locate.

- Well, what's your next step?

- Well, we dig deeper into
your husband's relationships.

Try to figure out what he was
doing these past few months.

We will find someone who knew
what he was up to.

- Detective, even I didn't
know him.

I'm questioning everything
about him.

Everything about
our relationship.

Looking for answers, something.

- I understand. It must be hard.

But Carlee, I need to ask
you again,

you didn't know anything
about what was going on?

About what Alex was planning
to do with the money?

- He would never have told me.

And he knew I wouldn't go along
with any of it.

[beeping]
[gasps]

I... I forgot.

I'm heating up coffee
in the microwave.

Would you like some?
I made enough.

- Uh no, thank you.
I should get going.

[tense music]

I think I have
the same perfume as you.

- Huh?

- Your perfume. I think
I have the same scent.

- Ah!

[grunting]

[panting]

- It was you.

It was you who knocked me out in
the parking lot. Not Alex!

- Well, this makes it twice,
Detective.

And trust me, there won't be
a third time.

- You killed him.
You killed your husband.

- He was ready to run
off with the money.

- You knew about it.

- No. No, I didn't.
Not... not at first.

But then I found out he quit
the bank

and I started putting
the pieces together.

- You told me about the bank.
Why lead me to him?

- Well, I had to see how much
you knew.

Turns out, not that much.

And then I realized I could
get away with it.

- Carlee... Carlee, please,
you don't wanna do this.

Put the gun down, please.

- Sorry, Detective,
but I have no choice.

- Carlee, no!

[gun clicks]

[grunting]

- [doorbell chimes]
Help!

- Help!

- No! Ah!

[grunting]

[screams]

- [panting]

- I was bringing her a cake
to say goodbye.

- Well, she won't be needing it.

Hmm?
- Visitors, Detective.

- Oh, I'll be right out.

- Hey.

- What is all this?

- Well, now that Carlee's
going to trial,

you are finally done
with Maple Street.

[chuckles]

- We wanted to say thank you.
- Yeah.

- And since my cake platter
is in your evidence locker,

we though you could use a cake
to go with it.

- Well, thank you.

We are not really supposed
to accept gifts but--

- What gifts? It's a cake.

- And we could help you
eat the evidence.

[chuckles]

- I brought forks.

- Um... well, I think that maybe
I can make an exception.

- Okay.
- Well, lead the way.

- You know what would go really
great with this cake?

Coffee. And there's a really
great place around the corner.

- Oh, sounds good.
- Mm-hmm.

- I'll grab my coat.

- Okay.

[upbeat action music]