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Previously on Wild Cards...

You must be willing
to walk away from anyone

at the drop of a hat.

If you cannot,
that's your warning sign

to cut them loose.

I'm really gonna miss
this condo.

The last of the packages
are soon to arrive,

and then we grab the payday
of ten lifetimes.

I just don't wanna do that
thing where we pretend like

something didn't happen.

Something definitely happened.

Oh my God!

Veronique!

No!

Oh, no!

Oh my God!

What the hell?!

No!

Yep. Death by stiletto.

Hmm. Sad irony to be killed by
the thing you love most.

It'd be like if Simmons was
killed by a burrito.

Or if Yates was
killed by a--

No. Shh.

Keep that in
the partner vault.

Probably not appropriate
for the Commissioner.

Oh... uh, good point.

This is raw footage
from a reality show?

What, you've never heard of
The Luxurious Ladies

of Linden Avenue?

Why would I?

Because it's amazing.

They're on their, like,
tenth seasons.

Yeah, people go crazy for it.

Evidenced by the number
of calls I've gotten

from the press since
the body was discovered.

Which is why you're all here.

Commissioner.

Ah.

Thank you, Jim.

Chamomile.

With honey, like you asked.

Now that's service.

Simmons and Yates have been
on the case since it was

called in yesterday.

But Commissioner Russo would
like all hands on deck.

Of course. Whatever
you need, Commissioner.

What was the cast doing
all together?

Well, they had
a girls' trip episode.

They rented a mansion.

You know, get the cast
under one roof.

For maximum drama
and wine throwing.

Yeah, only this time
one of the wine throwers

ended up dead.

It happened around 11:30 PM.

Yeah, there were no cameras
in the upstairs area

or in the individual bedrooms,
but all the women say

they were in bed
for the night.

At 11:30?

Yeah, they were exhausted
from a full day

of tequila drinking and
passive aggressive behavior.

Any suspects?

Call was coming from
inside the house

as per the outdoor cameras,
no one entered.

Yeah, nobody was in
the mansion except for

the cast and a small crew.

So, whose shoe was it?

I mean, the murder weapon.

Veronique's.

In fact, earlier
in the season,

during an argument
with the other women,

she declared, quote...

"Cross me and I will stab you
in the back with my stiletto."

End quote.

Looks like one of
the other women

beat Veronique to the punch.

Or should we say stab?

Cast have gone home,
I take it?

Not exactly.

Filming shut down so they
could process the scene,

but they're gonna pick
right back up tomorrow.

Even though their friend
was just murdered?

They say it's what Veronique
would've wanted.

I'm pretty sure what
she would've wanted

was to not be stabbed
with a shoe.

Celebrity murders are
the bane of any

police department's existence.

They attract an unruly
amount of attention,

and if you don't solve them,
that's all people remember.

Now, I am not having my
mayoral campaign tanked

by a bunch of overpaid
reality stars.

So, if the show won't
halt production,

we need someone on the inside.

Like who?

Hmm.

♪

Hi, ladies!

I'm your new cast-mate.

It's so good
to meet all of you.

♪

I'm Aurora Banks.

Now, I know what
you're thinking.

Yes. Stuart Banks,
the network president,

is my uncle.

Ah, Uncle Stu's the best.

Anyways, enough about me.

I've already heard so much
about all of you.

You were right
to call in an expert.

Seriously?

This is the consultant
you were talking about?

Chief, if you were sending
your people

to infiltrate the mob,
would you brief them

with the Organized Crime
Task Force?

Obviously.

Well, the dynamics
of the players in question

are more complex than
any cartel, mob,

or foreign dictatorship.

And depending on
the alcohol intake,

more dangerous.

And what qualifies you
as an expert?

Well, not to brag,
but, uh...

I've seen all ten seasons
at least three times.

And I have one of only
200 candles from Veronique's

now defunct
scented candle company.

Defunct?

What happened there?

Well, the candles,
they were supposed to

smell like cinnamon, but
due to a production mishap,

ended up smelling
like armpit.

And you still kept it?

Obviously.

Because I'm a true fan.

May I continue?

Fine.

Let's take a look at
who we're dealing with.

First up, our victim.

Veronique.

She's consummate H.B.I.C.

Sorry, H.B.I.C.?

Head Bitch In Charge.

Aren't you teaching him
these things?

Well, it's hard when they
have no desire to learn.

Veronique's an O.G.
cast member

and ruthless as hell.

She notoriously dates
much younger men.

Ooh, we stan a cougar queen.

And also, she drops
a bombshell about one of

the other ladies every finale.

That's the ace up her sleeve.

So, maybe one of the other
cast members killed her

to keep their secret
from coming out.

Uh, if... if Veronique
is the queen,

who's next in line
to the throne?

I'm Talia.

Talia's also an O.G.

She's Veronique's bestie
and the one who found the body.

She's married, no kids.

She and her husband struggled
for years to conceive.

She's been very forthcoming
about that.

Eventually, she let go
of that dream

to focus on other things.

Like?

Her sobriety, for one.
She got sober five years ago.

But recently, there's
been some rumors

that she's fallen off
the wagon.

You think that's true?

That's hard to say.

In this world, what's said
on camera and what's true

are often two very different
things.

But word is, they caught
the incident filming,

uh, this season.

You are just in time
for one of my famous

mango mint mocktails.

Or...

since you're not eight,

maybe juice boxes aren't
your thing.

We have a whole crate
of tequila and red wine.

I'm Jasmine.

Jasmine is a former
New York party girl

and current happily
married woman

with the perfect life
and husband.

What exactly does she do?

It's not about what
any of them do.

It's about what they... they
want you to think they do.

Now, for instance...

Jasmine just dropped
her new single.

My song's called Too Drunk
to Remember your Name.

Parentheses or Mine.

It's about partying,
but also...

it's about life.

♪ Too drunk to remember
your name or mine ♪

Yeah. So bad, it's legendary.

♪ Too drunk to remember... ♪

Hello, I am Countess Katarina.

Katarina's from an obscure
Slavic country

that no one on the show
can pronounce.

She's a Countess and mentions it
whenever she can.

My husband, the Count,
he friends with your uncle.

Hi, I'm Clementine.

There's not much to say
about Clementine.

She's new on the show, but
based on her online presence,

she seems a little boring.

I don't know if
anybody's told you...

this trip is my divorce party.

Welcome!

Those are the basics.

But I will be there as
an on-site tech in your ears

the whole time, feeding you
info as needed.

You're the best, Ricky.

Thank you.

I agree.

So, Max is posing
as a new cast member.

And what is Ellis doing?

Hey. Are you, uh, Greg?

That's what they tell me.

Rodney.

The network sent me to clean
this mess up.

Oh, yeah, the crisis producer.
So glad they sent you, man.

God knows we need it.

I'll do what I can.

You sound more than qualified.

You produced on The Bachelor

when the girl had
the skydiving accident.

Then Survivor with
the snakebite thing.

Yeah, that was rough.
I hate snakes.

Well, snake's got nothing
on these ladies.

Not to mention the network
chose now of all times

to send in a new cast member.

You gotta be kidding me.
What's she like?

Ehh, she's a network
nepo baby.

So, I can't say a word
about it.

She just better not
be boring.

You know...

these women, they're...

petty, superficial,
narcissistic, you name it.

But murderers?

Ah, I kinda find that
hard to believe.

But after all these seasons,
nothing would surprise me.

Ah, it's crazy you gotta
finish the season

without Veronique.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Speaking of which,
what was the secret

she was gonna drop
in the finale?

The network won't
shut up about it.

Ah. No idea.

And now I have to re-conceive
the entire finale dinner.

On that note, I got some
brainstorming to do.

Oh, hey, I'm here to help.

Okay?

Why don't I take those
confessionals off your hands?

This is where I do my best work,
baby.

Of course.

Yeah. Work your magic.

And, uh...
welcome to the team.

Thanks.

Ladies...
I'm so sorry for your loss.

I can't believe Veronique
is gone.

Or the fact that there could
be a murderer among us.

I just...

I cannot talk about
this right now.

You guys know what else
is like death?

Divorce.

And this is supposed to be
my divorce party, remember?

It is very tragic,
the thing that's happened.

Wow. Katarina.

What a groundbreaking
observation.

Why are you rolling eyes?

Why are you saying things
that add nothing

to the conversation?

You are very rude girl!

Get your hand outta my face!

You get your hands
out of my face!

Bitch!

Enough!

Stop your bickering.

I agree.

Plus,

we're supposed to head into
our grief meditation session,

to help me grieve my marriage.

Since... I'm getting divorced.

But obviously, now we're
grieving Veronique.

Of course.

This is clear thing to grieve.

Yes.

Of course.

Veronique.

Breathe in,

happy memories of Veronique.

Breathe out the pain
of her sudden death.

Breathe in

the certainty that your friend
is at peace.

Breathe out

any questions
of your own mortality.

Relax your shoulders.

Psst.

Psst.

So, who do you think did it?

Did what?

Who do you think
killed Veronique?

Oh.

I mean, I don't know.

Wait, you don't think
I did it, do you?

No. No, of course not.

Because I would never.

I have so much to lose.

My husband, my home,
my new music career.

Yeah. You would never.

Breathe out

any weight you're
still holding on to.

But I will say...

Breathing it out...

I wonder about Clementine.

Clementine?

...with every breath.

But she seems so...

Boring? I know.

But no one could be
that boring.

Plus, I saw her walking
the grounds out my window

the night Veronique
was murdered.

Huh.

Do you know what time?

11:11 on the dot.

I remember because I saw her
right after I wished for

my single to hit number one
on the Billboard charts.

Ladies.

Less chatting and more
breathing out your traumas.

Veronique is dead.

But I am...

not dead.

Veronique is dead.

But I'm not dead.

Okay, Katarina's up first.

What can you tell me
about her?

Well, Katarina's main storyline
on the show

is her feud with Jasmine.

Those are the two that were
fighting earlier, right?

It's all they do.

Every time it seems like
they've buried the hatchet,

one of them digs it up again.

Sounds chaotic.

It is.

And makes for
excellent television.

You can't see it,
but I just did

a chef's kiss gesture.

Okay, so what should I say
to her to get her to open up?

Well, easy.

Just ask about
Boris's arthritis.

Boris? Who's that,
her husband?

No, he's her Shetland pony.

Countess Katarina.

Welcome. I'm Rodney.

Hello.

Uh, why don't you, uh,
have a seat?

We'll get started right away.

I'm Liam, one of
the camera ops.

Nice to meet you. Rodney.

That's Tim.

Okay.

Let me know when you're
ready to roll.

Good to go.

Good.

Countess Katarina.

My first and most important
question for you is,

of course,

how's Boris doing
with you away?

Oh.

My little Bor-Bor is
such good boy.

My husband, the Count,

he is sending me photos
this morning.

I miss Boris so much.

Especially since trip
is horrible.

Yes, I'm sure it was very
upsetting to see

your friend like that.

I cannot believe
that Veronique is...

how you say?

Stomp the pail.

Do you mean kick the bucket?

Yes.

That one.

What can you tell me
about the night of

Veronique's murder?

Ah...

That night we go sleep early.

Jasmine drank too much
the wine and she's running

her bitch mouth, yes?

Why don't you get
along with Jasmine?

Because she's having
bitch mouth.

Right. Okay.

Um, do you think she
could've killed Veronique?

Jasmine?

No.

She's awful.

Terrible.

Bad clothes.

But no killer.

Though I am seeing Clementine

go kitchen at time
when murder.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Do you remember
what time that was?

Yes.

It was ten after the 11.

Okay, I got the tea
and it's piping hot.

Scalding.

You're gonna need aloe vera,
that's how hot this tea is.

Okay, Max, I get it.
Just spit it out.

Okay.
According to Jasmine,

Clementine was walking
around the grounds at 11:11.

Around the time of the murder.

Which means Clementine lied
in her witness statement.

Right, but Katerina said
she saw Clementine

go down in the kitchen
at 11:10,

so she couldn't have been in
two places at the same time.

Someone's lying.

It's weird how they both
mentioned Clementine.

You think they're in cahoots?

Nah.

Those two are like tequila
and red wine.

They don't mix.

Well, something's up.

I'm gonna call Katarina
back in.

Let me try.
I'll level with her.

Diva to diva.

Katarina!

I brought your favorite.

Two bottles of wine.

Maybe not like tequila
and red wine.

Damn it!

I am saying here is too risky,
now new girl catch us.

Don't panic.

How can we get you
not to tell?

What do you mean?

We're both married.

My husband is, like,
toxically jealous,

and there's an infidelity
clause in my prenup.

If he leaves me,
I get nothing.

And I have titles
through husband, the Count.

If he doing divorce me,
I lose Countess,

and then what am I?

Just sad girl?

We'll do whatever you want.

Just don't spill the beans
on the show.

You want money?

A car.

Katarina's pony.

Not Boris.

Look, I'm not trying to ruin
any of your lives, okay?

You can trust me.

But tell me the truth.

This wasn't the first time,
was it?

We have been
in love for years.

Now that's a plot twist.

We met on the show, and it
was immediately like...

it.

I guess sometimes
you just know.

Mmm.

In my country, we say
someone hits you over head

with frying pan of love.

It sounds better
in my language.

Yeah. No, I get it.

Okay, but why pretend
to hate each other?

As long as we're feuding,
we stay on the show,

and as long as
we're on the show,

You get to see each other.

And all these years, and
nobody found out about this?

Until recently.

What do you mean?

Right before the trip,
Veronique told us she knew.

We still do not know how.

Was she gonna spill your secret
on the season finale?

No clue.

Veronique wasn't exactly
predictable.

So, you two killed her to keep
the truth from coming out?

-Of course not.
-No, we did not!

We were together when Veronique
was killed.

Together?

Like...

Like doing sex time, yes.

Then Talia screamed
and we raced out so fast,

we accidentally put on
each other's robes.

Yes, and before that, when
we were making the sex time,

Jasmine sees Clementine
out the window.

At 11:11.

Mm-hmm.

I told her about it.

She did.

And when producer is
finger pointing to Jasmine,

I am panic and I say
the wrong thing.

English, it is not
my first language,

and I am sometimes
making them mixed up.

We... we didn't want
anyone dead.

No.

We just love each other
and don't want that to change.

Well, if you love each other,
isn't change worth it?

We'd be left with nothing.

I mean, what would we do?

You know what?

I think you two need this
more than I do.

Yeah.

Yep. What Max said
checks out.

You see the monograms?

Jasmine's in Katarina's robe
and Katarina's in Jasmine's.

And T.B.H.,
I love this for them.

So, maybe they were together
when Veronique was killed.

Unless it's a cover up.

They did both have motive
since Veronique

knew their secret,
but Max thinks

they're telling the truth.

Well, assuming Jasmine
and Katarina aren't lying,

then likely Clementine
wasn't in her room

at the time of the murder.

This is Rodney here.

Can I get Clementine
to the confessional room?

I repeat, Clementine
to the confessional room.

Over.

What?

That was very convincing.

Perhaps you missed your
true calling as an overworked,

underslept, cat hair covered
reality show producer.

Yeah, I would be
happy to help.

You know what?
Ed from Sundance,

he's actually a close
family friend, so...

I could show him
your short film.

Wow.

Thanks, Talia.
You're always so nice.

Of course.

Appreciate it.

Any time.

Talia, I... I didn't
have you scheduled.

I'm ready to talk
about Veronique.

Okay. Well, then, uh...
we'll get started.

I hear it's Clemen-time!

Get it? Like...

Yeah, I get it, Clemen-time.

Yeah, I wanna get this
over with... now.

But...

Clemen-time.

We'll get to you next, okay?

Promise.

Do you want
a cough drop?

I have those, uh, ones
that you like

with the lemon, honey
and echinacea in them.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

Yeah.

All right.

Ready?

As I'll ever be.

Talia, what can you tell us
about the night of

Veronique's murder?

Is there something wrong?

My best friend is dead,

and I have to talk to you
about it for a stupid TV show.

You know what? I...

I actually don't think
I can do this right now,

to be honest, I really don't.

I know these things can be
difficult to talk about.

Okay?

How would you know?

My brother was actually murdered
two years ago.

He was?

Yeah.

And look, at the time,

I couldn't put my grief
into words.

I barely can now.

You know, people will try
to tell you that

it gets easier,
but it doesn't.

That grief just
stays the same size.

And some days you're stronger.

You know, it's easier
to carry.

And other days...

You're not.

You're not.

Yeah.

I'm just...

I'm so angry, you know?

Like, she should
still be here.

I understand that anger.
Trust me, I've been there.

Now, tell me, you were
the first person

to find Veronique. Right?

Yeah.

Um...

I...

I went to take her
a sleeping pill.

And there she was.

Bloody.

Everything after that is like
I'm underwater, you know?

I hear screaming,

and then I realize it's me,
I'm screaming.

I hear people talking,
but I can't make anything out.

All I could focus on is...

her.

Dead.

Just when I thought my year
could not get any worse.

Any worse?
What do you mean?

Well...

I'm five years sober.

Congrats. That's huge.

Thank you.
It is.

Especially since my worst
drunken moments are

documented on the show.

They called me
Train-wreck Talia.

And the nickname was accurate.

I'm sure that's hard
to watch now.

Oh, well, I...
I can't, I don't.

It's, uh...

...too disturbing.

It's like I was possessed
during those seasons.

You know, just drinking
away my shame.

But then I got sober and, uh,

things got clearer.

Good for you.

That's definitely my
biggest accomplishment.

And I would not

just throw it away like
so many people are saying.

Yeah, I, uh...

I heard about the incident
two months ago.

No, my drink was spiked.
Okay?

I would not do that to myself.
Somebody sabotaged me.

Do you have any idea
who could've done it?

No idea.

Veronique was the only one
that believed me.

She knew how important
my sobriety is to me.

Because she knew you.

Exactly.

She had her flaws.

You know, but...

I've never had a friend
like that.

And I probably
never will again.

Look, I hate to ask,
but I have to.

Being her best friend,

do you have any idea
what that secret was

that she was gonna drop
at the finale dinner?

No.

No.

She, um...

She didn't tell me things
like that.

She was way too strategic
with the show.

That's what made her so good.

You know what? Um...

I think I really need
to rest right now.

Of course.

Okay.

Well, if there's anything else
I can do, just let me know.

Thank you.

Hey, um...

I'm really sorry
about your loss.

Thank you.

I mean it.

And I hope you have more
strong days than weak ones.

You too.

Okay. Take two.

I have so much to tell you
about everything that--

Clementine... places for
the filler party.

Seriously?

You guys know what
a filler party is?

Right, so these women get
fillers on camera?

That's some kind of
a party for them?

It's keeping up with
the Joneses out here.

In this world, the Joneses
put chemicals in their faces.

All right, let's get started.

Clementine, take it away.

Oh my gosh,
it looks great.

Thank you for coming,
everyone.

Given as this is
my divorce party,

I thought fillers would be
a great way to move into

our next chapters.

Our nurse has everyone's
individual brands

based on your requests.

So, just let her know
your name.

Enjoy!

Aren't you getting filler?

Oh, I'm good.
I already got some.

In my ankle.

It's the latest trend in Nice.

♪

Sorry, uh, I'm a bit paranoid.

Could you just check for
air bubbles in the needle?

Oh my God, what is in that?

Someone put acid in
Clementine's syringe.

Oh my goodness!

God, that was so scary.

Your whole life must have
flashed before your eyes.

Same thing is happening to Czar
of my country in '96.

His face, it is very melt.

I can't believe someone
would want me dead.

I've never done anything
to anyone.

Who would have done something
like this?

I have no idea how that got
into the syringe.

I prepared everything myself.

Is it possible somebody
could've tampered

with the materials?

While I was away from them
when I was getting mic'd.

Hey. Excuse me.

All shooting is paused
while we investigate.

Oh, of course.

Uh... Liam.

I have a room where we can
review some of the footage

from the incident,
if you'd like.

Officers?

Yes. Thank you.

Producer.

Man. Guy.

Boy.

Real slick.

Where are you going?

Right.

I'm just gonna stay here.

Good job, officers.

Thank you.

What can I say?
I just love true crime.

Right this way, officers.

Scram, kid.

It's official police business.

Leave that muffin.

Also official police business.

Look.

The nurse lifts up the needle
and takes it out of the box.

Okay, so the needle wasn't
switched in this moment.

Hmm. Meaning there's
no on-camera evidence

it was ever tampered with.

Wait.

This is where you anticipate
the acid.

And you move your leg.

You weren't paranoid
about air bubbles.

You faked an attempt on
your own life, didn't you?

Yes.

Wait. What?

Wait a minute, how are we
getting this footage?

I thought the cops said
no recording

during the interrogations.

There's no way I was
missing this.

It's obvious, Clementine.
You killed Veronique.

You set this whole thing up to
throw everyone off your scent.

I mean, why else would you do
something so crazy?

This is my divorce party.

My time to shine.

But then Veronique died,
and everybody forgets

that it's supposed to be
about me.

You faked an attempt on
your own life for attention?

Yes.

Okay, I'm not proud of it.

Wait, wait.

Where the hell would you find
acid on a girls' trip?

I had my assistant bring it
in this morning.

I didn't wanna harm anyone,
I swear.

And of course, I didn't
murder Veronique.

I'm not a murderer.

I'm too boring for that.

At least that's what
Veronique thought.

What do you mean by that?

I mean, at the beginning
of the trip,

Veronique told me that she
looked into me and discovered

that I have no secrets.

I am just exactly
as boring as I seem.

Sick burn.

Well, that doesn't explain
the fact that you lied

about where you were
when she was killed.

The truth is...

I was on the phone
with my husband.

I want Larry back.

I... I miss him so much.

But I was too embarrassed
to admit anything because...

well...

this is my divorce party.

Pathetic little poser.

How dare you tarnish
my best friend's memory.

You are disgrace
to your country.

Uh...

Shame!

All right.

Clementine's headed downtown
while we check her alibi.

Either way, she's facing a
reckless endangerment charge.

Yeah, we're gonna need
to do some interviews.

Who do you wanna
talk to first?

Uh... hmm, hmm, hmm.

Let me see here.
Do-do-doot. Uh...

Uh, scowly guy.

And, uh, then short one with
questionable fashion sense.

Rude.

All right, move it.

Is that bear?

Wow. The women on this show
have done things

for attention before.

But acid syringe to the face?
That's next level.

Look, acid syringe or not,

if Clementine's alibi
checks out,

we're back to square one.

Okay, so Clementine said
that Veronique was

looking into her.

What do you think that means?

Some good old-fashioned
social media stalking.

Hmm, yeah.

That's how I found out my ex
adopted a French bulldog.

Evil bitch knows
just how to hurt me.

No. No chance Veronique was
anywhere near social media.

She was a notorious Luddite.
She still used a flip phone.

If you wanted to get dirt
on someone, but didn't know

how to use a computer,
how would you get it?

Yeah, apparently, she hired
a private investigator.

Of course.

Should've guessed that
we'd find those payments

in Veronica's financials.

Well, I mean,
it's the old-school way

to find out your coworker's
dirty secrets.

Speaking of which...

you wanna hear some of mine?

I most certainly do not.

Okay, well,
you're missing out.

Because one of them involves
a Pulitzer Prize winner

and a sex robot.

I can't believe this.

I left the office around 5:00
like always.

Does anything seem out of place
about the scene to you?

His laptop is missing.

He always keeps it
on his desk.

It's got all his case files.

That's most likely
what they were after.

Except he always kept
hard copies of everything

in a storage room
down in the basement.

In case anything ever happened
to the laptop.

Or to him, for that matter.

Guess we know where
we're heading next.

Thank you.

Sorry I'm late.

Took me a second
to fit into this thing

for the finale dinner.

Wow. You look, uh...

You look nice.

Thank you.

Oh, can you help me zip up?

I can't reach.

Yeah.

You are playing with fire,
Maximus.

There you go.

Okay.

Um...

So...

So...

Clementine's alibi checks out.

Her husband said they were on
the phone for over an hour

and she wouldn't stop talking.

Ah...

Hello?

You're not gonna
believe what we found

in this P.I.'s file.

Seriously, this is
Pulitzer Prize winner

and sex robot levels of dirt.

What did you find out?

Well, according to this file,

Veronique was sleeping
with Liam.

The camera guy?

That's the one.

You know,
Liam conveniently failed

to mention that when
we were questioning him.

There's more boxes,
so we'll send you photos

as we work through.

Okay. Keep us posted.

Copy that.

God, this affair
changes everything.

Liam was in the mansion
when Veronique was murdered.

He was the one
shooting the footage

of the body being found.

Maybe we missed something
in the video.

Well, I know someone
who likes a rewatch.

Oh my God.

Liam and Veronique were doing
the no pants dance?

Can you believe it?

Honestly, yes.

She loved them young
and pretty,

but she'd always
cut them loose.

There's a TikTok supercut of
all of her himbos crying,

uh, post-dumping,
set to Celine Dion.

It's hilarious.

All right, enough.
Okay, we need to hurry.

It's almost time to roll
on the finale dinner.

All right, all right,
let me cook.

Holy spit take.

Did you just see what Yates
and Simmons said about Talia?

Yeah, it looks like Talia's
got some secrets of her own.

How does this fit
into the picture?

I don't know,
one thing at a time.

Footage first. Ricky?

And voila!

My feed should be
on your screen.

We got it.

Perf.

Here we go, sports fans.

Wait, go back.

Did you hear that?

What are they saying?

Ricky, rewind it
and play it again.

Turn up the volume.

Get to
Veronique's room now.

Did you just hear
what I just heard?

Yeah, but we need
more proof than that.

Okay, well, we'd better
get it then.

It's the last night
of filming,

AKA the last night we're all
gonna be under the same roof.

AKA the last night we can
solve this undercover.

Ricky, we need more time.

Good news, ducklings.

You have a reality television
expert here to advise you.

Why does it have to do
with reality television?

Everything.

In this world, there are ways
of going about

a finale dinner.

And lucky for you, it'll give
you the time you need.

All right, let's bring in
the ladies.

♪

All right, ladies.

This is our last dinner
of the season.

Let's start it off with
sharing a little something

about Veronique.

Shall we?

I can start.

I cannot believe Veronique
is gone.

Veronique was my best friend
in the entire world.

And the fact that she believed
in me meant everything.

So, I would like to raise
a mango mint mocktail

to Veronique.

V.

I'll be seeing you.

I wanna say something
about Veronique.

But I've just learned
information I can't keep in.

The camera boy was secretly
shtooping Veronique!

Yeah.

He must've killed her.

That's why he kept the affair
from the cops.

No, no. I... I didn't...

I didn't kill her, I swear.

That sounds like a guilty
confessional to me.

Looks like we found
our murderer!

No!

Liam did not kill Veronique.

How would you know?

Because I did.

I did it, okay?

I am the killer.

No.

You're not.

Why would she lie?

Because Talia is his mother.

I am gonna win an Emmy
for this.

Oh, just wait.
It gets better.

Come on, Yimmons.

We are hurtling towards
the big finale here.

Liam is Talia's
biological son.

A few years ago,
she pulled a few strings

and got Liam a job
on the show.

Is that true?

I had you when I was only 17.

Giving you up was the hardest
thing I've ever had to do.

That's why I drank.

Running away from my shame.

But then I finally got sober.

And I got the courage
to track you down.

I saw that you were
in film school, and...

I made the show give you
a job.

Having you around me
every day kept me sober.

That's what made it
so much harder for me

when my drink was spiked.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't tell anyone.

Not even Veronique.

I didn't think I deserved to
have a relationship with you.

So, I had to tell myself that

I just had to be happy just
to be around you every day.

And then I found out about you
and Veronique.

When did you find out?

The day before she died.

Liam was setting up a shot.

Veronique was in glam,
getting touch-ups.

They shared these secret looks
and then I knew.

Veronique was the same with
all her young boyfriends.

She just tossed them aside
when she was done with them,

and I knew she would do
the same to you eventually.

And then she was gonna
want you off the show

and I was not about
to let that happen.

Not when I fought so hard
to have you back in my life.

So, I...

I went to her room.

And I killed her.

I mean,

it's a good story,
but it's not the real one.

Yes, it is!

No, it's not.

You're protecting your son.

Yes, you went to Veronique's
room to confront her.

But when you went there,
she was already dead,

because someone else
killed Veronique.

You were pushing it,
little mama.

Yeah, well, it'll be worth it
for this footage.

Ooh, this is juicy.

She was already dead.

Yeah, well, what can I say?
My girl's a natural.

Liam, in the footage
from that night,

somebody told you to go
to Veronique's room.

Who was it?

Greg, probably.

But you were already filming
when Talia was screaming.

She found Veronique
in that exact moment.

The cast-mates rooms were
all beside each other

in a line down the hallway.

So, the scream could've come
from any of the rooms.

But Greg knew that it came
from Veronique's.

Why?

Because Greg
killed Veronique.

Me?

That doesn't make any sense.

Why would I kill the star
of my own show?

But it wasn't gonna be
that way for long, was it?

Greggo.

Because everybody knows
that each year,

Veronique drops a bombshell.

And this year, the bombshell
was gonna be about Greg.

And what he did to Talia
while filming two months ago.

That's my cue.

Ugh, I did not realize that
we were all in this next shot.

Okay, well...

...it's gonna be
a long day.

Okay, well,
I'll get my drink,

and then I'll meet you guys
out there.

Where can I get my mocktail?

Bartender left it here.
Mango mint, as always.

Thanks, doll.

You spiked my drink?

I'm an unconventional
producer, so what?

You missed Train-wreck Talia.

You wanted a relapse story.

Liam.

You gave Veronique
that footage, didn't you?

Uh... yeah.

It was so she could prove
that Greg did it.

Yeah, and she did show Greg.

The night that she died.

You knew when that video
exposed you on camera,

you would lose your job.

Yeah, there's
unconventional producing.

But scandal like this?

You would never recover from.

So, you decided
to kill Veronique.

You stabbed her with a shoe
and tried to frame

the other women.

You can't prove any of this.

Actually, I can.

That's your cue.

Oh! Whoa! Damn.

-Mm-hmm.
-I was engrossed.

Actually, I can.

We found the P.I.'s laptop
at your house.

You are the murderer.

You killed the P.I. because
you knew he was the only other

person that had the footage.

All you needed was a juicy
secret to clear your name.

And that's why you used
Veronique and Liam

to cover your story.

You told me that right
before the dinner.

You used me to set up
the camera kid.

You killed two people
just to save your job.

A job?

You think this is a job?

This is my empire!

Everyone's always talking
about how this show's

so dramatic and juicy.

Why do you think that is?!

It's because of me!

I am this show!

I have worked ten years on set,
14 hours a day.

I have sacrificed everything!

I made Veronique a star.

Then she had the nerve
to turn on me because

I was doing my job.

Poisoning cast-mates
isn't your job.

If it's what the story needs,
then it is.

The viewers,
they wanted Train-wreck Talia.

So, I just had the guts
to give it to them.

Because I always do
what needs to be done.

Veronique was gonna take that
away from me.

I didn't have a choice.

So...

I plunged that heel
into her back.

You monster.

You tried to destroy my life.

You murdered my best friend
and you wanted my son

to take the blame for it?

You are disgusting.

Yeah.

You are disgusting.

Oh, sorry.

I got caught up in
the whole thing.

Aurora, how did you even
figure any of this out?

Because I'm not Aurora at all.

I'm a cop.

She's not a cop.

I'm basically a cop.

I was undercover this
whole time.

Yeah. Me too.

Ready for your confessional,
Greg?

Turn around, put your hands
behind your back.

You're under arrest.

I am so grateful
to Veronique

for clearing my name.

I will forever be
heartbroken to know

that she died doing it.

But I hope that
she would be happy

knowing that my son and I...

Hey, Liam! Come here.
Come here.

What?

Um... everyone.

This is my biological son,
Liam.

Hi.

And we are finally going to be
working on our relationship.

Well, at least
we're gonna try.

But for tonight, we have
dinner reservations.

Oh, speaking of that,

do you have any
food allergies?

Yeah, I'm allergic
to strawberries.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

So am I.

What?

Yeah.

This is very drama time.

But I'm glad all is figured.

Katarina.

I'm tired of pretending.

The fake cop is right.

I don't care
if I lose everything

if it means I get you.

I am happy...

to be normal Joe person.

It means I am getting you.

I love you, Jasmine.

I love you, Katarina.

No one understands how hard
it is being the niece

of a network president.

Everybody's always like,
nepo baby this.

Nepo baby that.

Well, Aurora Banks
is here to say

I'm bringing justice
for nepo babies.

Max, enough.
The case is closed.

I never got to throw my wine.

That might be
the greatest episode

in the history of reality TV.

Well, it's a shame no one
will ever get to see it.

Except the court
for Greg's sentencing.

Mmm.

Guess it's for the best.

You did make an excellent
reality star,

but we don't need
your face out there.

Hmm. True.

I did save one little clip.

You need to figure this out.

There's nothing to figure out.
Okay?

This is just one coworker
helping another coworker

with their zipper.

You can lie to me
if it makes it easier

to get out of this conversation,
but...

please, just don't
lie to yourself.

I'm not.

Whatever you say, sugarplum.

But remember, George
gets out in two weeks.

Then we'll finish our project,

and you'll end up 10,000 miles
away from Ellis.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a couple more boxes

to dig into for the office.

It's almost done.

Okay.

Um...

♪

Max! Did you bring this in
all by yourself?

Are you crazy?

The cute delivery guy did.

Ooh, did he ask about me?

Of course he did.

Of course he did.

Ooh, a big one.

♪

♪ Too drunk to remember
your name ♪

♪ ♪