All language subtitles for My.Life.is.Murder.S04E02.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng]

["Love and Conviction"
by Jan Hellriegel plays]

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Oh, some things
I'm really proud of ♪

♪ And I don't mind if I share

♪ Other things I screwed
right up... ♪

What? Alexa?

♪ ...whispers in the air

So, what's the occasion?

Well, it's a beautiful day.
Why not?

All right.
I don't hate this.

Now, Harry Henare,

you lure me here
on the pretense

of wanting to spend time
with me.

I always want to spend
time with you, Alexa.

When actually you want help
with a case.

You can't tell me
you didn't suspect as much.

You know, I was perfectly
happy at home

with my cat baking bread.

Riveting.

Griff Springfield,
tennis pro and coach

at the super-posh
Kingston Racquets Club.

Is that a part of dolphin
I see?

He was found
dead on the court,

killed by a malfunctioning
ball launcher.

He was hit
quite a few times.

Tennis-ball launcher?Yep.

Why didn't he just run?

Exactly.

Cause of death was
a massive aneurysm

from a one-in-a-million shot
to the base of the skull.

No witnesses, of course.

He was found first thing

by assistant coach
Callum Armstrong.

Callum has his own
swipe card for entry,

but the system shows he didn't
activate it until that morning.

Forensics place time of death
about 10:00 p.m.

But as far as we can tell,

Griff was definitely
at the club on his own.

Well, then, case closed.
The ball launcher's guilty.

You really think
one of those things

can deliver a tennis ball
so fast it becomes lethal?

You know, I haven't
given it much thought.

Coroner thinks so.

They're calling it
a freak accident.

Now's the time when you ask

about the grieving widow,
one Verity Springfield.

Now, why would I do that?

Because three weeks
before her husband died,

she hired a private
investigator to spy on him.

To see if he was cheating.
Was he?

Hey, I didn't find
anything.

But it's the thought
that counts, right?

So, unhappy marriage
and suspicious wife.

Yeah. Yeah!

Yeah. Okay.

"Okay," you'll take it?

[Sighs]

You know, Harry,
I'm super flattered

that you would go
to all this trouble

when you could have just said

killed by his own
tennis-ball launcher.

True.

So, does this Verity
have an alibi?

Shall we take a look?Yes, let's.

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If you have to hire a P.I.
to spy on your partner,

then you've clearly got
the answer

you're looking for.

Which is?

That you're in a loveless
marriage and devoid of trust.

Oh, wow.
The P.I. is super glam.

"Christine Knox,
a discreet investigator

who will give you back
your peace of mind."

Specializes in exposing
infidelity and also offers

teenager surveillance
for worried parents.

Stalking your own kid.
Uncool.

Whoa!
How much for a stakeout?

Reports and photographs
are extra.

Who can afford
to hire this woman?

Do you want to find out?

[Snaps fingers]

♪♪

[Motor humming]

Oh.

Uh, Verity Springfield?

I told those boys
to lock the gates.

My name is Alexa Crowe.

[Sighs]
God, how many of you are there?

There's definitely only
one of Alexa.

Oh, she'd like to think so,
but they're all the same.

Desperate housewives
come to tell me

about your special relationship
with my husband.

Actually, I never
met your husband.

Me neither.

I'm a friend of the police.

I help them out
with their inquiries.

And I help her
with her inquiries.

Well, I've been advised
not to say

anything more to the police.

From your lawyer?

My private investigator.

She says it's only
a matter of time

before they become lazy
and point the finger back at me.

No one's pointing
any fingers, Verity.

We just want
to ask some questions.

Well, you needn't worry.

Christine has sworn to find
the person who killed Griffin.

So, you do think
your husband was killed.

Care to speculate on who?

If I had any ideas, I'd tell
them to her, not to you.

What's up
with the excavator?

Are you digging up
the tennis court?

It's going to make
a lovely topiary garden.

Well, nothing says moving on
quite like digging up

your dead husband's
tennis court.

Well, what can I say?
We all grieve in our own ways.

We all grieve
in our own way.

She's grieving like somebody
who does not give a toss.

She's certainly carrying
a lot of resentment.

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So, where to now?
Famous Christine Knox, P.I.?

Why?

Well, she's been
working the case.

She might have some leads
to save us time.

Um...

Or we could go
to the tennis club,

check out the murder weapon.

That's a much better idea.
[Chuckles]

I'm sure we'll meet
Christine Knox soon enough.

♪♪

Hi. Hi. Can I help?

Oh, hi.

Yes, uh, we were looking
for a new summer sport,

and a friend told me
that Kingston Racquets

is an absolute delight.Are you the coach here?

Yeah, sure am.
Callum Armstrong.

Alexa, Madison.

Well, it is a great club,

great facilities,
and good coaching.

If you do say so
yourself.

Well, I just took over
as head coach,

and we're making some changes,

instigating a more
positive culture.

Oh. Positivity is good.
Mind if we look around?

Help yourself and just shout out
if you have any questions.

Bound to.
Thanks.

Here's the culprit --
the Tennis Tutor Plus.

Okay.

Maximum speed,
110 kilometers.

I guess
that could pack a punch.

Big enough to cause
a lethal blow?

Maybe we should
ask Christine.

Okay, look,
what I said in the car,

I wasn't suggesting that
Christine knew more than us.

No, I mean
we should ask Christine.

She's over there
on the bench.

Followed us all the way
from Verity's.

I'm sorry, Christine's
spying on us?

Seems like it.
Let's give her a show.

In fact, let's see how lethal
the Tennis Tutor really is.

Okay, give me some balls.

But you don't have a racket.

Don't care.
Aim at the torso.

I don't want to.

Come on, babe!
Come on!

Just so you know,
I really don't want to do this.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Bring it.

[Machine beeps]

Oh! Sorry!
Missed.

Sorry!

Aim it at me.It won't let me.

Come on. Keep it straight.

I can't. It's random.
Sorry, sorry.

Crank it up.

Oh! Oh!
I'm sorry.

Is that the highest speed
it's got?

Yes.

Okay, turn it off.
Turn it off.

[Machine beeps]

Think she enjoyed
the entertainment?

You know, there are easier
ways to solve a crime

than turning the murder weapon
on yourself.

Yeah.
But not as much fun.

Reuben: As usual,
I saved my very best table

just for you.

Well, she might
need a cushion.

So, what are you trying
to say about my new chairs?

Never mind that, Reuben.

So, flat white and two
lattes to go, please.

Admit it. That one
on the tushy stings, huh?

Nevertheless, hardly
a fatal blow.

Yeah, and I had the machine
cranked up to the highest speed.

You know, players like
Federer have been clocked

at serving more than
200 kilometers per hour.

Do you think somebody
could have served the ball

and hit Griff?

They'd have to
have superhuman aim.

Also, Griff had
the gates locked.

Nobody else was on the courts.

Hey, did you just order
three coffees?

Yes, I did.

I think it's time
I met the competition.

[Gasps]

Do you mind?!

First rule of surveillance,
Christine.

Never leave the doors
unlocked.

I just thought
I should introduce myself.

Alexa Crowe, formerly
with the Australian Police,

lives with one Madison Feliciano
and a ginger cat.

Hobbies include
sourdough-bread baking

and helping homicide division
with their inquiries.

Do you want me to go on?

It's a pretty
impressive deep dive.

You don't know the name
of the cat, though.

I'm working on it.

I don't have a hacker
on my payroll like you do.

Oh, please.
Madison is not a hacker.

She is a highly trained
data analyst.

Potato, po-tah-to.

Must be convenient
having her access all areas

police intelligence pass.

Why are you still working
for Verity Springfield?

I'm sure that Griff is
no longer sleeping around.

Well, somebody killed Griff.
Verity wants answers.

Well, not me or Madison.

Well, obviously, you're not
a suspect. I'm just --

Trying to figure out
what we know...

which means
you don't have any leads.

Oh, I do.
But I don't want you messing

with my lines of inquiry.

Which is very fancy
police talk

for a woman whose office
appears to be the back seat

of their station wagon.

I do spend a lot of time
in my car, yes.

Well, it's all those very
expensive stakeouts.

A picture's worth
a thousand words.

I took these yesterday.

Now, it turns out all those
weekly credit-card charges

weren't for sports massages.

Ooh-la-la.
[Laughs]

I took that one
with a telephoto lens.

Wait a minute.

[Laughs]

All right. You're a regular
David Attenborough.

I do love capturing the cheetah
in his natural habitat.

So, you must have a lot
of happy, unhappy customers.

[Laughs]

What have you got
on Griff Springfield?

Know this woman?

It's Taylor Perkins,
Griff's star player.

I've already discussed this
with Christine.

And?

[Sighs] Poor, wee Taylor.

Look, I don't know what
happened, and I don't care.

Well, you certainly spent
a lot of cash on a private eye

for a woman who doesn't care.

Well, it was already over,
wasn't it?

When I hired Christine,
it didn't matter what she found.

The fact is, I hired her.
It's not what a happy wife does.

Why didn't you call time
on the marriage?

Well, I intended to,

but before I could get
around to it, Griff was dead.

Which kind of leaves you
better off.

Well, divorce, you get half.

Death,
you don't have to share.

[Laughs]

You think I was
after his money?

Everything you see here
was already mine.

Mr. Hotshot Coach
brought zero to this marriage.

But what would he leave with?

Nothing but a jockstrap
and a can of balls.

It's called a prenup, darling.
Mine was airtight.

So, the night Griff died,
you were here.

With Christine.

She'd come over
with her case report.

Stayed for dinner.

I know how this looks,
all right?

Just digging up the tennis
court, hiring a P.I.

But Griff was a lying,
philandering prick

with no regard for me
or my feelings.

I won't pretend.

I won't play the grieving widow
for anyone.

Verity is a Gibson, as in
the media-magnate Gibsons,

which makes her heir to one of
New Zealand's larger fortunes.

And according to this profile,
she's made

a ton of her own money, too.

And a locked-and-loaded
prenuptial agreement.

Watertight.

Griff was definitely
going to be the loser, not her.

You know what bothers me
is that if Christine P.I.

is so good at her job,

how come the only picture she
managed to get

of Griff and Taylor

are of a fully clothed hug
at the tennis club?

She looks kind of upset here.
Maybe they were breaking up?

Yeah, I agree
something's going on.

I don't think it was an affair.

♪♪

Wish I had your backhand.

Just practice 7 hours a day,
365 days a year,

I'm sure it'll come naturally
to you, too.

You're Taylor Perkins?

Yeah, I saw you play that match
to the death,

over four hours straight

down at Stanley Street against
Karolina Pliskova, right?

That was, um,
that was two years ago.

Amazing.

The last time I played
in an ITF tournament.

I've been out
with an injury.

Really?

Well, it must be major to have
kept you from competing so long.

Yeah, well,
did my rotator cuff,

and I kept reinjuring it.

And it must be tough
to come back without the coach

that you've been working with
for so long.

I'm Alexa,

and I want to talk to you
about Griff Springfield's death.

♪♪

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[Typing on keyboard]

[Scoffs]

She was spying on us?

Isspying on you.

That's her P.I. over there
on the bleachers.

Well, actually, she could be
spying on me right now,

but she definitely
took those pictures.

And so, Verity thought
that Griff and I were...

But he was old enough
to be my father.

Strangely, that doesn't seem
to be off-putting to some men.

Well, it is to me.

Griff was my coach
since I was nine,

youngest-ever player
to top an ITF.

I won the nationals at 18.
That was all Griff.

Well, surely it had
a little bit to do with you.

I just -- I can't believe
that Verity would think...

You know,
Griff was like a dad to me.

Now he's gone, and I'm supposed
to be making this big comeback.

What about your new coach,
Callum?

He's useless. Griff used
to call him "Mr. Soft Serve."

Taylor, what's going on
in these pictures?

You seem upset.

I wasn't coping
with training that day.

I was weak.
I needed to step up.

Griff said that to you?

That's the coach's job.

Did he ever push you
too hard?

He made me a winner.
It's called "tough love."

♪♪

[Camera shutter clicks]

♪♪

Oh, h-hello.

Um, I was here yesterday
checking out the club.

Is this where I join up?

No, you don't join up
in the head coach's office.

Oh, okay. Cause I thought,
um, there might be a form,

you know, to join in here.
That's what I was looking for.

Yeah. Registration's
downstairs.

Great. I'll, uh, go straight
there and sign my life away.

It's very exciting.

Wait. Hold on.

Beryl's off sick today,
so I'll have to do it.

Oh, great.
Yeah.

We take credit card, cash,
or bank transfer. Follow me.

Well, I'm now a member
of the Kingston Racquets Club.

Whoa, what did you do?!
Buy shares?

And it's nonrefundable.Ha ha!

Leave you alone
for five minutes.

It might have been worth it.
I think I found something.

Trash file on Griff's computer
was completely empty.

Oh, so, by finding something,
you mean nothing.

It was emptied two days
after Griff died.

So, somebody came back
and cleaned it up.Mm-hmm.

And I found this
in Callum's desk drawer.

Oh!
[Laughing] Oh-oh-oh!

[Humming]

And welcome back,
deleted files.

It looks like
they're all video clips.

Oh, great.
Let's see them.

Bring popcorn.
There's a lot of them,

and they all seem to be
the same thing.

Right.

It looks like Griff was
recording her training sessions

as a way to help her.

Griff: Square your stance.
Be ready.

You're not reacting
fast enough.

It's normal enough.

I don't think anyone would be
deleting "normal."

What else you got?

Griff: Come on! Get forward.
Attack!

Okay. Hello.

Recover and attack!
Come on, Taylor!

What was that?! Come on!

Aah!

Oh!

Come on. Don't be a loser.

Come on, Taylor!

Pick yourself up
and get forward.

Oh.

Pick yourself up
and get going!

That's enough, Griff.
Leave her alone.

I run this club.

Don't tell me
how to train my athletes.

This isn't training.
This is abuse. Okay?

You're an old dinosaur. Oh, yeah? Really,

Mr. Summer Holiday Program?
Get your hand off my --

Callum!

Don't touch me! Stop! Callum! Stop!

Callum: Get away!

♪♪

In Callum's desk drawer,
you say?

Mm-hmm.

Well, so much
for Mr. Soft Serve.

Harry: Yeah, the bruise
at the base of the neck

is consistent
with a billiard ball.

Where did you say
you found it again?

Callum's desk drawer.

And Callum was the one
who found Griff's body.

Yeah, we looked at him at
the time, but he had an alibi.

Until now, we've had no reason
to add him to the list.

Well, if you look
at that video,

there's no love lost
between him and Griff.

You know, top players
like Taylor Perkins,

they bring in
a lot of money to coaches.

That's motive right there.

Coach gets 10%
of whatever the player earns.

Madison: Hey!

Serena Williams
pulled in $130 million.

So, you do the math.Tennis fan, huh?

Serena fan.[Chuckles]

So, if Griff dies, then what
happens to his star player?

She's automatically handed
over to Griff's 2IC, Callum.

Not to mention all
the up-and-coming players

that Callum's inherited.
He's running the show now.

Madison, I think it's time

we put that tennis membership
of yours to use.

Madison, welcome.Oh, I'm very excited.

Yeah.
So, what level are you,

beginner, intermediate?Beginner.

You know, the friend
who referred me here

used to have lessons
with Griff Springfield.

That was tragic how he died.

Yeah, real sad.

Uh, so,
let's get started, hmm?

I mean, the guy was a legend.

He must have learned
so much from him.

[Chuckles]
What, like what not to do?

Oh, you weren't a fan?

[Sighs] I just didn't like
Griff's methods.

Okay, Madison, let's see
what you can do, hmm?

♪♪

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Mind if I interrupt?

Would it make a difference
if I said yes?

No. I just want
to show you something.

Griff: Recover and attack!
Come on, Taylor!

What was that? Come on!

Ah! Aah!

Griff: Come on, Taylor, pick
yourself up and get forward!

Doesn't look like
you're having much fun.

No, training's not supposed
to be fun.

No, you're a pro athlete.
I get it.

There's a lot on the line.
That doesn't excuse this.

No, Griff was a genius.
I was lucky to have him.

Oh, I'm sure
he convinced you

that you were nothing
without him.

That's how it works, right?
It's all about control.

Taylor,
this isn't tough love.

This isn't love at all.

I hear you coaching
Taylor Perkins now.

She's a star, right?

She could be, yeah.

And was that always
your ambition,

to coach someone like her?

You need to be moving
your feet a bit more

before you hit the ball.

I hear that you were the one
who found Griff's body.

What were you doing
the night before?

Guitar lesson.

Oh, cool.
And how long are the lessons?

An hour.

Do you usually talk
this much?

How's Taylor feeling now?
Are you guys getting on?

Whoa!

Lesson's over.

How did I do?

So, Callum's got
quite the arm on him --

and quite the temper, too.

I didn't do anything
to provoke him.

Well, only what I've seen
you do a million times.

What's up?

Look at these hoardings.

They've got holes in them.

Well, it's a tennis court.
Ball's probably hit them.

No. Check out the letters.

These I's
are literally dotted.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Well, that's not random.
That's target practice.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Need a hand?

Oh, I'm fine.

I did a YouTube tutorial.

Well, that sounds
like a lot of work.

I usually find that most people
leave out a key.

Well, he's just asking
to be broken into.

Investigated, Christine --
not broken into.

[Door closes]

So, why the sudden interest
in Callum? What are you after?

Same as you -- looking
for the murder weapon.

Oh, I already found that.
Well, at least half of it.

So...what are you
looking for, then?

I'll know it when I see it.

[Cellphone ringing]

What?

Hey, I've been going
through Callum's hard drive,

and guess what?

I'm not exactly in a position
to play charades. What is it?

He wasn't at guitar lessons
that night.

His phone-location services
place him at Verity's house.

Christine said that she was
at Verity's.

She's her alibi.

Could all of them
have been there?

Verity said that the meeting
was about the case,

the spying-on-Griff case.

Callum wouldn't
have been in on that.

So, what's going on?

I'll find out.

You were not at Verity's
the night that Griff died.

No. No, I wasn't.
I was on a stakeout

for another client.

Why'd you lie?

Oh, Verity was
beside herself.

The cops were all over her.
She needed a decent alibi.

I believe she had one.

Callum?

How would that look to the cops
if they knew

that she was sleeping
with someone else?

Are you absolutely certain
that they were together

at Verity's doing
the wild thing that night?

Well, that's what Verity
tol...

Wait.

Do you think they both
killed Griff together?

That never occurred to you?

Has Verity been playing me
this whole time?

Callum is back!

That's inconvenient!

All right.

If it hadn't been for you,
I would have been

in and out of here.
Hey, just go. Get in.

Shh!
Oh, God!

[Exhales]

[Footsteps approaching]

♪♪

♪♪

[Singing off-key]
♪ Tell me what

♪ Whatever happened to Tra...

♪ To Tra...

♪ Trace

♪ Well, tell me what...

♪ ...ever happened to Tracey

♪ Oh, tell me what

♪ Whatever happened to Tracey

Come on! Everybody now!

♪ So, tell me what, yeah

♪ Whatever happened to Tracey

Tracey couldn't take it
anymore, and neither can I.

Have you ever considered
guitar lessons?

Could make
a world of difference.

No, no, no, the guitar
lessons was his alibi --

clearly another porky.

What the hell are you
doing in my wardrobe,

my -- my room, my house?!

Oh, very fair questions,
Callum.

[Dialing cellphone]

Hello, police?

See? Friend of the cops,
like I told you.

I still don't think you're
allowed to hide

in someone's wardrobe
without a warrant.

You know, if you can
forgive me for that,

I'll forgive you
for lying to the police

about where you were
the night of Griff's murder.

[Snorts] What?

Yeah. You weren't
at a guitar lesson, Callum.

I think that much is obvious.

You were with
Griff's wife, Verity.

The question is,
what were you two doing?

Well, what do you think?

Well, you could have been
having sex,

or you could have been
executing a plan

to murder a man using
his own tennis-ball lau--

No, no. No. Okay?
No. Absolutely not.

You hated Griff.
He was bullying his players.

And everybody else.

Me just as much as them.
He talked down to me.

He mocked me
every chance he could.

So, I seduced his wife.

You deleted the video
of you confronting Griff

on the court
with Taylor that day.

Yeah, because it looked bad.
I knew that.

Where did you get this?

Never seen that before.

Look, I haven't.
[Sighs] Man!

That is the first time
in my career

I have had the cops
called on me.

You know, I find that
very difficult to believe,

given all that wrist clicking
and rattling and whatnot.

Anybody would think
you never had to hide

in a wardrobe before.

What about her?
Where's her warning?

Where's her trespass notice?I'll be getting that later.

I'll get there, folks.

I bet that's not
all you get later.

Harry: Alexa? We'll talk.

You know...

if you weren't with Verity
the night that Griff died,

then...
you don't have an alibi.

I said I was working.
I was on a stakeout.

Any proof of that?
Witnesses?

[Laughing] No.

I wouldn't be very good
at my job if anybody saw me.

But I was taking
some pictures.

So, there are time codes
on all the images, proving

that yes, I was outside a house
on Cheshire Street

until dawn.

I'd like to see
those pictures.

No.
I think our days of being

in a buddy movie are over,
don't you?

I'll be conducting my own
investigation from now on.

Hey! Come on!
There's no "I" in team.

No, but there's two
in "Christine."

[Laughs]

♪♪

Oh, God!

Harry is so mad.

Yeah, great.
Look.

This footage
of Griff and Taylor,

there's something
bothering me about it.

I just can't figure out
what it is.

Obsessive -- if you're not
careful, you'll end up like me.

Oh, hang on.

You remember when I was shooting
the balls at you?

Well, you didn't
shoot the balls at me

because the Tennis Tutor
fires at random.

Yeah, you had to run
to get hit,

but here, look.

Griff: What was that?!
Come on!

Oh, he's targeting her.

Aah!
Mm-hmm.

Which means
the Tennis Tutor Launcher...

Is not the murder weapon!Mnh-mnh.

♪♪

Oh! Meaning to sort
this all out. It's a mess.

Why didn't you just
tell the police the truth,

that you were with Callum
the night Griff died?

His cellphone
places him here.

Look.
Callum showed up uninvited.

He wanted to offer sympathy.

He understood how hard
it had been for me

with the gossip
about Griff's affair.

Why'd he do that?
Are you friends?

Sure.

Friends who also
sleep together.

All right.
No, not friends.

He was just a hot, young coach,
and it was only the once.

Good. Thank you.

So, Callum shows up out
of the goodness of his heart.

One thing leads to another...

I don't have to apologize
for it.

Callum says that
he seduced you to spite Griff.

[Laughing] Well, that makes
two of us.

For me, it was definitely
a revenge bonk, nothing more.

So, why didn't you just tell
the police the truth?

Oh, Christine said
it was risky.

I was already in the line
of fire, so to speak.

Well, look at that.

The Gator.

Was that not normally
kept here?

No. This was Griff's.

He normally kept at the club.
What's it doing here?

[Gator launching]

What the hell is that?

Oh, my!

This, my friend,
is the Gator,

aka the other half
of the murder weapon.

♪♪

My name is
on this one three times.

The junior inter-club trophy.

How old were you
when you first won it?

Eleven.

Yeah, it was my best friend's
birthday party the day before.

God, I wanted to go so bad.
Griff said no.

Oh, and I won this one
at nationals.

Could barely hold my racket,
my shoulder was hurting so much.

Played for three hours
through that pain.

That's when you blew out
your rotator cuff.

Cried like a baby.

And Griff,
he said, "Harden up.

Stop sniveling."

He liked that word.

Show any pain, any weakness,
and you were sniveling.

Why did I put up with it,
Alexa?

Because you were a kid.

Taylor...tell me
about the Gator.

What about it?

Well, that was
the ball launcher

that you used all the time
at training, right?

Not the Tennis Tutor.

The Tennis Tutor can only
go up to 110 K.

Top players, they can serve
at 170, even 200.

But the Gator's top speed
was only 110.

Not after Griff messed
with the settings.

I've got the bruises
to prove it.

And he kept it here
the whole time.

He never took it home?

No.

We never trained
at his place.

Right.

Is it true that Verity is
turning Griff's tennis court

into a rose garden?

I believe so.

[Scoffs]

[Cellphone beeps]

Mads? We've got
to check an alibi.

♪♪

[Gasps]

Hi!

Hi.
I'm Madison, Alexa's friend.

Yes, I know who you are.

Look, I hope
I'm not being pushy,

but I'm a really big fan
of your work.

No, seriously, there's nothing
I hate more than a cheater.

And I'd really love
to get into your line of work.

Would you consider
giving me some advice?

Why don't you ask
your friend Alexa?

In case you hadn't noticed,
Alexa is a little bit lacking

in the people skills'
department.

Well, since you mention it,
not exactly mentor material.

I know, right?

[Both laugh]

Can I buy you a coffee?Sure.

So, in a nutshell,
top tips.

What's the secret
to your success?

Well, number one, be subtle.

Locked my keys in.
[Laughs]

Christine: Two.
You have to be highly organized.

Juggling multiple cases,
systems are absolutely key.

Mm! Trust no one.
Assume that everyone is a liar.

And you have to be alert.

You have to keep your wits
about you at all times.

Excuse me, handsome.
Which way to the ladies' room?

Uh, right through there.

Thank you.

Whoa! That's not cool.

Look, I'm not stealing.
I'm just looking.

You can't do that.
What if she comes back?

Nope. Not gonna watch.

♪♪

[Birds squawking]

Guess what?

You stole her camera?

Yeah. I want you
to check something on it.

But the whole camera?

You could have just taken
the memory card.

Just relax, Nana!
She'll get it back.

Now, what special features
does this thing have?

Wait. I got news.

I snooped into
Christine's wallet

while she was in the loo.

And you give me grief about
stealing her camera?

No, I just looked at the wallet.
I didn't take it.

One's illegal,
and the other is dodgy.

It's quite dodgy, yes,
but there was a credit card

with a different name on it,
Christine Kavorsky.

You run it through
the police database?

Of course.
Nothing came up, though.

So, I did a deep dive.

Dug up old school records
for Christine Kavorsky.

Christine Knox
is her married name.

Here's Christine Kavorsky

in a couple of old
community-newspaper stories.

I'm not sure
if they're relevant, though.

Look again, Madison.

Game, set, and match.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Ah, Christine!

I'm so glad
you got my message.

What's this about?

Well,
I've solved everything.

So, I just wanted you
to be here

when I put it all in a box
and stuck a bow on it.

Then, why didn't you
just say that?

Are you still on
Verity's payroll?

Because she's going to be
very annoyed when she learns

that she's been paying
the killer to catch the killer.

She's going to want a refund.

[Laughs]

Is that your big breakthrough?

That you think I killed Griff?

Yes.

And I think that you set
your client up

to take the fall.

[Laughs]

You encouraged her
to lie to the police,

and then you hid half
the murder weapon at her house

and half right here
in Callum's desk.

That's two suspects for one.

Alexa Crowe...

the great detective,
except for the little detail

that I was nowhere near
the crime scene that night.

I was on a stakeout,
and I have proof of that.

You stole my camera?

Well, I needed
to check your alibi,

which is that you were taking
a lot of pictures

with that sucker,

looking for a wayward husband
visiting his mistress.

[Camera shutter clicks]

And I must confess,
I was a bit mystified at first

as to why you were taking
all these photos of,

well, nothing happening,
and then I realized,

well, it's not
about the images, is it?

It's about the time code.

Your camera has
a time-lapse function.

You set it up to snap pictures
every 15 minutes...

[Camera shutter clicks]

...while you went to pay
Griff a visit.

♪♪

My job is to catch
cheating husbands.

Killing them is hardly
a great business model.

You never saw any evidence
of Griff cheating.

You saw something else...

something
much more triggering.

The brutal way
Griff treated Taylor?

It brought your own demons
rushing back for you.

Gymnastics was your passion,
and you were good at it.

Olympic material, apparently.

Back when you were
Christine Kavorsky,

not Christine Knox.

The dream ended one day
when you broke both your wrists

on a dismount
from the uneven bars.

But the coach
made you carry on.

And so, the damage
never had a chance to heal.

And the pain and the weakness
ended your career.

But it stuck with you
to this day.

And I found the wrist guards
in your car.

So, a ruined childhood dream.

You think that's enough,
do you?

For me to kill someone?

Maybe not on its own.

I mean, the rage and the hurt
that a coach

would push you too hard
and then discard you like trash?

Well, you've been carrying that
around a long time.

But you saw it happening again.

And you saw it happening
to someone else...

to Taylor Perkins.

You knew Griff's routine
by now.

He was alone at the club
that night, packing up.

You turn Griff's machine
on him

and gave him a taste
of his own medicine.

Tennis ball bruises,
but a billiard ball,

shot to the point of the neck
to strike the carotid artery?

Fatal.

What would you have done?

Huh?
Would you have walked away?

Would you have let
that poor girl suffer?

We idolize these men
because they make us believe

we are nothing without them.

Our talent, our wins --
they just take them from us.

They take and they take
until we're broken

and the money's gone
and the hope is gone.

And then they're gone, too,
on to the next poor,

wretched, talented child
to do it all over again.

Oh, my God,

there's other ways to have gone
about that, Christine.

You? You could have been
a powerhouse.

You could have spoken up for
other child athletes like you

and like Taylor Perkins.

Griff was a monster
and a parasite.

Tell me he didn't get
what he deserved.

Rule number one, Christine.

You hate the game,
not the player.

♪♪

♪♪

So, why are we back
at the scene of the crime?

Because I paid a bomb
for this membership,

and I'm getting
my money's worth.

Oh!

♪ We climbed a mountain
right to the top ♪

♪ And waited for the sun
to rise ♪

Whoa!

Yes! 40-love!
In your faces!

Oh, that's great
sportsmanship.

Oh, you've had enough, bro?

I don't know
who this new Madison is,

but I love her.

I guess you guys want
a drinks break now, huh?

Not a chance.

Actually,
how about that drink?

Alexa: You can quench
your thirst on my serve, bro.

Oh!

All right,
no more Mr. Nice Guys.

Bring it on.

♪ Wherever you are,
that's where I want to be ♪

♪ I wanna be with you

♪ Near or far,
that's where I'm gonna be ♪

♪ I wanna be with you

♪ Wherever you are,
that's where I want to be ♪

♪ I wanna be with you

♪ Near or far,
that's where I'm gonna be ♪

♪ I wanna be with you

♪♪

♪ Yeah

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Oh

♪♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm

♪ Yeah-he-he

♪ Ooh-ooh