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♪♪

Man: Step up with that hook.

Final round, Team.
Time to push.

Pick up the pace. Let's go.

We're here for a reason,
to train hard this morning.

Come on. What do you call that?
Let's go, let's push, let's go!

You gonna actually hit or what?

Get stuck in. Let's go.
Show me what you got.

Let's do it.
Hit me.

[Grunting]

Come on, hit me.
Hit me!

[Groans]

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

[Cheering]

♪♪

How was the workout?

Let's just say I don't think
that group exercise is for me.

You can't give up
after one class.

I'm not giving up, Harry.
I'm not allowed back.

Oh.

Anyway, what you got?

You got any interest
in real estate?

You mean those agents
who think my no-junk-mail sign

doesn't apply to their cheesy
fliers?

-Like Payton Green?
-[Laughs]

Yeah.

Okay, before I speak ill,

Is Payton dead?

As of seven weeks ago, yes.

He was discovered
in a swimming pool

at a busy open home
in a leafy suburb.

One of the potential buyers
wanted a closer

look at the pool.

And there he was.

Drowned?Autopsy showed a broken neck

and some bruises consistent
with the fall.

We also found some weird paper

under his fingernails
of his left hand.

Couldn't find a match anywhere
in the house where he died,

or his own place
or his office.

Payton was due to get married
in a few months.

His fiancé, Greta,
wants answers, obviously.

Mm-hmm.And we do have a prime suspect.

Baxter Wells.

Sells.

He was running the open home
that day.

It wasn't his listing,
but the real estate office

got a call to say
that no agent had shown up.

Okay, why is Baxter Wells Sells
your favorite?

Rivalry between him
and Payton?

Greta is pretty adamant
that he was Payton's only enemy.

It's pretty hard to pin
anything on Baxter, though.

The house was full of DNA
from agents, buyers.

You're going to take a look,
aren't you?

What makes you say that?

Because you hate
Baxter Wells already.

And the house
where Payton died

has been sold 17 times
in the past 20 years.

The current owner
thinks it's cursed.

Okay, so now
you're trying too hard.[Chuckles]

Why don't we just stick
with Baxter Well Sells

is a stick.

Works for me.

Okay, laters.

♪♪

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Now, Baxter was mail dropping
these beauties the night of.

Harry said that the police
door-knocked and confirmed

that he did deliver fliers
to about 100 homes,

even if they had
no-junk-mail signs.

Well, it's a decent
enough alibi, I suppose.

But even without one, the house
has cameras front and back.

Hayden arrives at six minutes
past five and never leaves.

Nobody else enters or exits
the house before or after.

No one who's caught
on camera anyway.

Unless they came down
the chimney,

Payton is the only person
in that house.

There he is,
and there's nothing,

nothing, nothing...

Until he opened home
the next afternoon.

Digital forensics already
went through this footage.

There's no sign of doctoring,
no fake news here.

Nothing from
the back door, either.

It'd be good
if this angle was the other way.

Like, a pool cam.

Mhm.

Hey, on the bright side,

Baxter worked with Payton.

Well, they seem happy enough.

Well, we both know this.

Baxter's never met a cliché
He doesn't love.

[Cellphone dings]Oh, hey.

Whoa, here he is.

Very prompt response
to my inquiry.

Oh, he can open up
the house for us in 15.

Nice.

Must be true that he's...

[Chuckles]

Alexa: What do you reckon
the sales commission

is on a place like this?

Madison: With the market
the way it is,

you're looking at a sales price
of $6.2 million.

Oh, come on, you know
I love real estate shows,

but the agent's commission
is around 2%.

Well, the office
takes half of that.

That would leave
Baxter Wales $62,000.

Worth killing for?

Maybe it's about more than money
for a guy like this.

According to the website,

Baxter Wells was in the finals
for the top sales

SATs for years,
but never come first.

That'd be Payton Green.Two years in a row.

Uh, excuse me.

You know that this street
is residents only parking?

Well, we're hoping
to be residents.

This house is great.
Oh.

Word to the wise,
you need a parking permit.

The wardens around here
are ruthless.

Should I move it?Oh, I'll keep an eye out
for you.

Thank you.Only because you've got
a sensible car.

These old streets aren't
designed for the gas guzzlers

that people buy nowadays.

I mean, what do you want
a ruddy jeep for in the city?

My feelings exactly.

Uh, I'm Alexa Crowe,
and this is my friend Madison.

Oh.

Leslie Roach.

We're, uh, we're just here
to meet the real estate agent.

Baxter Wells.

Hmm.

I'll call the parking
warden myself.

♪♪

Alexa: Hi, Baxter.

Now, this home has everything,
Alexa.

All it needs is a classy owner,
and I think I just found her.

I bet you say that
to all the buyers.

Entertainer's kitchen.

All the bells and whistles.
Butler's pantry.

Madison: I wish I had a butler.

[Laughs] Don't we all,
Madison.

And there are LEDs
in the Scotia.

It even has a disco mode.

Bit of a boogie
before breakfast.

[Laughs] You said it.

How's the, uh,
outdoor living?

Oh, Alexa, now that --
that is the icing on the cake.

Go through to the bedrooms.

Look for any access point
not covered by security cameras.

[Door opens]

♪♪

♪♪

Resort feel, like you're
on holiday year round.

And I saw
the sales history.

How come this place
changed hands so many times?

It's the price bracket.

You know people
are always upgrading.

They want a bigger garage
or tennis court.

Maybe there's something
a bit off about the house.

[Chuckles] That's heated.

Didn't some guy die in this pool
a couple of months back?

Uh...

You're meant to disclose that,
you know?

If a buyer is serious,
then yes.

Yeah, of course.
But you know what?

It's the thing

about these heritage homes,
you know, they have a history.

People live in them,
people die in them.

Old age or...

His neck was broken
and he was tossed in the pool.

It's not like Auntie Mavis
slipped off

in her sleep, now, is it?

[Laughs]

Okay,
so what's going on here?

You, um,
you looking for a bargain?

Because I happen
to know the vendor.

Very motivated.

You're incredible.Thank you.

How well
did you know Payton?

Well, uh, he was, uh,
a colleague, and, um,

and I think he would want me to
finish the work that he started.

Would he now?

Okay, yeah.

I don't think this is
the house for you, Alexa.

Alexa:
I just can't figure out

if he believes
his own crap or not.

And I couldn't find
any other entry or exit points.

The windows are all dead bolted
and there's no side door.

Hey, just a sex.

Hello, Leslie.

Can I ask you
a quick question?

[Birds chirping]

The night that that young man
died in the house,

did you hear or see anything?

Why is that?

Well, sometimes I work
for the police.

Oh, you were
a police officer.

I've been calling you
lot about the graffiti.

I could show the fence
at number three.

That's not really
my department, Les.

So, you didn't hear anything
the night young Payton died?

It's noisy around here.

Cars zooming through
like it's a speedway.

I've called about that, too.

Don't talked to her, Leslie.
It's a death tourist.

If you say so, Mr. Sells.

Wells

But your junk mail says
your name is Cells,

middle name Wells.

We've had this conversation,
Leslie.

-Have we?
-Okay.

I'm as sharp as a tack.

Believe me.
I just like to mess with him.[Car door closes]

Smarmy git.
It's always coming over here

and asking me
if I want an appraisal.

You're not interested
in selling?

If I were, I wouldn't
have him near the place.

Really?You'd have heard the story.

Story?

About why there's
bad blood between him

and the lad that died.

You won't believe it. Okay...What are you looking at?

Sage, the homeowner. She's got
her own YouTube channel.

Mm-hmm.Apparently, this was
the last morning

she spent in the house
before she put it on

the market
and never went back.

So, last night
when I went to bed,

the washing machine door
was closed.

Okay? Closed.
Now, look.

Everything's on the floor.
The whole thing's spelled out.

I didn't do this.Oh, the ghost came

and did her laundry
for her?

I'm more concerned that
she can be that young and afford

to own a house in this city.

Like, that hurts.

You don't want to buy a house,
do you?

I can't live with you
and Chowder forever, can I?

I never really
thought about it.

Hey, what are you doing?I'm just giving it

all a quick spruce up before
the real estate agent gets here.

What real estate agent?
Baxter.

I messaged him and apologize
for my behavior.

Uh, you never apologize
for your behavior.

Well, I told him I was thinking
of selling the house,

so all's forgiven.

[Knock on door]

[ Singsong] Ah.
What?

Why? Why would you invite
a murder suspect to our home?

So I can ask him
something?

Uh, you ever heard
of a phone?

And so you can get some intel
while I give him the tour?

Baxter Well Sells.
Hello again.

Great place, Alexa.
Wow.

How about that post code, huh?
[Chuckles]

Yeah, please come in.

Uh, you know Madison?

-Yeah, yeah.
-Hey.

Yeah, just, um,
put your stuff anywhere.

Uh, I'd like to show you
through the bedrooms.

Sure.

♪♪

Luxurious master suite, tick.

Or should I say
Mr. Suite?

[Chuckles]

I'm nobody's mistress,
and don't you get any ideas?

Oh, I won't say
another word.

Wouldn't want to be
unprofessional.

Me? Never.

Or maybe sometimes
just a little bit.

Yeah, I've heard
you're a player,

that you like to play
in other people's bedrooms.

I, uh...

Is that an invitation?

I've heard that you would
take your girlfriends

to the houses you're selling
and that Payton caught you.

Uh, okay.
Stuff this.

The vendors were away,

but you had a key, and Payton
bought some buyers there.

Boy, did they get an eyeful
when they came upstairs

to see the view.

Payton had called your bosses

before you got
your clothes back on.

The incident was dealt with
at the time.

We all moved on,
Payton and I,

we didn't
have a problem now.

Now, do you want
an appraisal or not?

Revenge, rivalry.
The motives are stacking up.

[Laughs]

See, once a cop,
always a cop.

I can Google, too.

And you don't want to sell.
You want to snoop.

Why'd you come here?
Huh?

You suspected that I lured
you here under false pretenses,

but you still came.

What? On the off chance
that I was genuine?

Or anything for the sale,
right?

Anything at all.

♪♪

Uh, hey,
don't forget your phone.

♪♪

[Door opens, closes]

Yeah, you get it?

Client being emailed
to your laptop as we speak.

Oh, and look at what I found
in his briefcase.

Relevance?Maybe I should take a look.

Because?

I might
be able to afford it.

You'd live on your own?Oh, sure.

I'd miss having a housemate
who invites every murder suspect

she meets to our home.

One ti--

Two times.

Hmm.

Want your room back, Chowder?

He says yes!

♪♪

Alexa: Thanks
for seeing me, Greta.

I'm so sorry to hear
about your fiancée.

So, are you headed away?

Oh, just got back.

Wellington for work.

I used to love coming home
from my trips, but, um...

Yeah, I'm really sorry.

I'm assuming you're looking
into Baxter Wells.

Payton worked with him a lot,
yeah?

Baxter was his mentor
when he first got

his real estate license.

But honestly, half of it
was what not to do.

Tell me about that.Baxter would rip him off.

Use him.

He'd get Payton
to do mail drops,

promise that if they landed
a listing, they'd share it.

Except when they did, he'd say
the vendors only wanted him.

And if his name
wasn't on the listing,

he didn't get a share
of the commission.

Exactly.
All that work for nothing.

Okay, but recently,
Payton had

his own listings, right?

Yeah, once he finally
got a foot in the door.

People loved him.
He was honest.

He went the extra mile.

So, why do you think
the Baxter

would want to hurt Payton?

He couldn't handle that
he was more successful,

or he was after
Payton's listings.

He literally got them
after he died.

And what about the scandal?

The old woman next door
said that Payton caught Baxter

entertaining a lady friend
in the house.

He -- He didn't say
anything to me.

Well, he told his bosses.
Baxter was disciplined over it.

Why do you think
he never mentioned it to you?

Because he knew
how I'd react.

I kept telling him
to change agencies

to get away from Baxter.

Why?
Because Baxter
hated Payton's guts.

So the night of,
Baxter Wells

did a mail drop
of all his cheesy fliers, right?

On this very street.

And your team door
knocked to make sure

that all the residents
received them, yes?

You know they did.

But there's one thing
your team didn't check.

Baxter Wells step count.

And I suppose you did.Yeah.

I had Madison do a phone clone

when he was in my bedroom
this afternoon.

Sorry. What?
[Laughs]

Baxter's step count was 6,243
for the day.

But look at this.

We're nearly at 6,000,
and we've only done

half the route
that Baxter claimed he did.

So unless he lay down
the rest of the day...

Baxter gave a false alibi.Boom.

♪♪

Oh, bless you.
Thank you.

Hey, did you happen
to check out Baxter's iCal?

Every Wednesday night,
three hours blocked out.

Including the night
Payton died?

Uh-huh.
No, note, no information.

5:00 until 8:00.

Well, could he have blocked
it out deliberately?

Like, made it seem like he had
a regular appointment?

What? An even lamer attempt at
an alibi than doing a mail drop?

Speaking of lame,

have you read
his online customer reviews?

Yeah.
Five stars.

But I checked
Baxter's browsing history.

And guess what?

About six months ago he hired
a digital removal company.

You're not talking
about moving house?

Mmn-mnh. There are businesses
who can bury negative

online reviews,
never to be seen again.

Unless some very clever
person like my friend Madison

goes looking for them.

Baxter's one-star reviews are
coming to your inbox right now.

[Cellphone vibrates]

Mm.
Uh...oh.

"Untrustworthy."
"Sleazy."

"Do not list your house
with this man."

It kind of seems like
a targeted campaign.

Agreed.

The reviews are logged
from Hamilton, Cambridge, Taupo.

"Shark in a knockoff
designer suit oozes sleaze."

Oh.

"You can smell his aftershave
from the South Island."

No wonder he wanted
to bury these.

Mm-hmm.

Now, Baxter...

what else are you hiding?

[Car door opens]

♪♪

[Car door closes]

[Laughs]Hey.

No, no, no.
We're not interested.

Oh, but these five-star
reviews say you care.

Are they not accurate?

Would you please go away?

Perhaps these ones
are close to the mark.

Do you recognize them?
You should do.

Because you paid
a pretty penny

to have them scrubbed off
the interwebs.

Well, I guess I'll be
asking him for a refund, then.

Where were you the night
that Payton died?

I was delivering fliers.

Now, you usually have
a minion do that for you.

So, where were you?

You know those reviews
are fake, right?

Payton wrote them.

Payton didn't write these.
His girlfriend did.

How do you know that?

Because they were posted
from places

all over the North Island.

And I know that Greta travels
for work and she hates you.

Bloody hell.Baxter, you seem shaken.

Kill the wrong person,
is that it?

I didn't kill anyone.

So the Wednesday night
when Payton died...?

I was delivering fliers.
The police checked.

And I checked and found
that you paid a kid $5 an hour

to deliver them for you,

and $10 not to say
anything about it.

Ah, you're wrong.
I didn't do that.

Ah! What part was wrong?
No, no, wait.

Uh, you didn't pay
anybody anything because,

let's face it, you're tired
and you use people.

Yeah, well, you mean
you're rude...

and you're wrong.

No, no, not wrong,

because I had you going there
for a minute, didn't I?

And your alibi is as flimsy
as a '90s townhouse,

and we both know it.

♪♪

I wish I never
bought this house.

It's been a nightmare
from day one.

Actually, do you mind
if we don't go inside?

Sure.

Hey, can I ask you
something?

How does somebody so youthful
afford to buy a house like this?

What do you do?

Content creator.You must be nailing it.

Well, I mean,
I had a bit of help.

The bank of Mom and Dad.

Hey, you got to do
what you got to do.

So, tell me about this place.

Like, why is it
such a nightmare?

You mean apart from the real
estate agent

turning up dead in my pool?

Apart from that.

Well, there's also the ghost.

Oh, yeah. I've seen
some of your footage online.

What? You have?

Did you like?
did you subscribe?

Uh, tell me more
about this ghost.

Haunted me every day
and every night

I was in that place.

♪♪

It's back.

I can hear the footsteps.

[Bang in distance]Oh, my God!

Oh my God! Oh my God!
Oh, no!

Madison: What do you think?

Why am I still
looking at this?

She's got other footage, too.
Some weird scraping noises.

Alexa: So she has rats.

Ah, but she had
an exterminator come out

and check
the ceiling space.

You seriously want us
to investigate a ghost?

All I'm saying is
it could be fun.

Oh, gotta go.

Go where?

It's Wednesday.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Thanks.
Okay, this --
this is too much.

So, what are we here for?
12 step program? Is that it?

Hello, everyone.
Welcome.

Oh, a new face.

You're here
for sensitivity training, yes?

Sensitivity training,
yes, I am.

Um, sorry, Prue, um, I don't
think she's supposed to be here.

Oh, I was kicked out
of boxing class yesterday,

so I was born
for sensitivity training.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Well, hello.

Take one of these
and pass it on.

Now, this exercise

is to improve our awareness
of our actions

and the emotions associated
with them.

Because we're all
emotional humans, right?

Prue, I don't think that Alexa
is aware of her emotions.

Oh.

Did you know that every
action is driven by an emotion?

For example, uh,

following someone
to a peer support group

might be driven
by desire.

Desire to change.

-Mm.
-More like unrequited lust.

I don't think lust
is an emotion.

Oh --Well, then infatuation.

Feelings you can't control.

Is Baxter flirting with me?

Because is that a sensitive
thing to do, Bax?

Okay, now get this.

She calls me up
all sweet and nice.

She invites me over
to her place,

and in her bedroom,
she slam dunks me.

Well, not in
the biblical sense.

And he was only there to take
a look, not do anything else.

By the way, Baxter,
this is called

"consequences" of your actions.

Oh, I know
about consequences.

Why do you think
I'm in this god awful course

with these crushingly
dull do-gooders?

Because my bosses made me.
I hate every second of it.

And by the way,
Prue, I wasn't paying attention.

And no,
I haven't learned anything.

Unbelievable.So we get kicked out
of sensitivity training.

It'll make
a good story one day.

I had
three more sessions.

100% attendance for the last
three months, and --

If you were here the night
that Payton died,

then why not just be honest
with the police?

Why make up all this stuff
about the mail drop?

Well, doing this sort of course,
it's not a good look.

No, lying to the police
is not a good look.

Well, now you know
the truth.

So you would rather be accused
of murder than admit to --

Okay,
I didn't like Payton, okay!

I begged him
not to tell my bosses about me

and my girlfriend, but he was
just such a little suck up.

He just kept banging on
about the code of ethics and --

Yeah, the pesky code
of ethics.

He just wanted
to take me down,

but I didn't kill him.

[Door closes]

♪♪

[Cellphone rings]

Hiya.Alexa: Hey, where are you?

Are you checking up on me?

Of course not.
Hey, how was the house?

Madison: Oh, you mean the cute
little art deco place?

Yeah, the one that's probably
got toxic mold in the ceiling.

That one.

Alexa, you don't want me
moving out, do you?

[Scoffs] Why do you say
a thing like that?

You like having me around?
Just admit it.

What if I hated it,

I would have gotten rid
of you two years ago.

I'm at the library.
I looked up the council records

and found something out
about the murder house.

Mm-hmm. It was a house of ill repute.

There was a very famous madam
who lived there for 45 years.

She's still alive.No, she died in 1983.

The house was sold and then
sold again and again and again.

You're not going to tell me
that this madam

is haunting the house,
are you?

I am aware
that there is no universally

accepted definition
for a ghost,

but, I mean,
it's interesting, right?

Well, we'll argue about it
when you get home.

[Cellphone beeps]

You know, I don't know
how I've managed to live

with her all this time.

Here we go.
Madame Laurel herself.

Ooh.

Hey, she never married,
nor have any children.

Oh, died penniless,

and the house was repossessed
by the bank.

Got to admit,
if there was evidence

of the existence of ghosts,

this woman would
definitely be the type

to walk the rooms
of her former parlor.

A human being killed,
Payton.

Alright.
You want to know something else?

The original plans
show a whole other wing

that isn't there anymore

because it was destroyed
by fire in 1910.

No one died that.
We know of.

Oh, please. That place
has super haunted vibes.

Oh, you're such a buzzkill.[Cellphone chimes, vibrates]

Oh, Sage just posted
new content.

Hey, guys,
welcome to my new channel.

Haunted AF.[Thunder crashes]

This week, my own lived
experience.

A ghost hunting channel?

So, it all started
the very first night I moved in.

Before I even had a chance
to plan my housewarming.

a malicious ghost started
hounding me out of my new home.

Let me bring...

Is it to Gen X of me to say
"get a real job?!"

Uh, Sage, I don't think
she needs a real job.

She's a trust fund kid.

This is about
as close as I get.

Because inside,
there are evil secrets.

And, you know, I feel so lucky
to be standing where I am today

because one person
wasn't so lucky.

My real estate agent,
Payton Green,

walked into this house
one dark night.

Never left.

Payton's murder
is still unsolved.

And why? Because you cannot
catch what you cannot see.

[Singsong] Someone's making
money out of murder.

Did she kill him for content?
Is that a motive?

Look, I'm the wrong generation
to put a valuation on clicks,

but it's not entirely
implausible, is it?

I guess it makes more sense
than a ghost.

♪♪

Sage: No, don't make me
go in there.

You are exploiting
a young guy's death.

I am trying to solve
a genuine horror story.

Yeah, or add value
to the house.

Six bedrooms, three bathrooms
and one ghost.

No. No way.

This place is
definitely haunted.

We'll prove it.
We're going in.

Hey, are we going in?Oh, my God.

Fine.

Leslie: Excuse me, excuse me.

-Hi, Leslie.
-Excuse me.

Officer, I need
to report something.

Detective.
Retired.

I think the chap
across the street

is receiving stolen goods.

Hey, Leslie.
You've lived here a long time.

Mm!
Since I was a girl.

Do you remember Laurel
who lived here?

Remember her?

Oh, she -- she was like
another mother to me.

Well, you know, she ran
kind of a colorful business.

[Chuckles]

A brothel.

Street was very different
back then.

See, I've been reading
some police reports,

and apparently Madame Laurel
went to court five times,

charged
with brothel keeping.

But she was only ever done

for black market booze
and cigarettes.

Look, the police were raiding
her place all the time.

The blokes used to scatter off
into the night.

Mom and I hid the girls
in our sitting room.

That was my childhood.

Making cups of tea
and playing cards

with Laurel's
ladies of the night.

Really?
I loved it.

Never a dull moment.

Leslie, do you mind
if I visit you sometime?

Oh, please do.
I'll put the kettle on in.

You and I can chat about
how the police are going

to tackle this problem
of the ram raiders.

Sage, I see you installed
security cameras

at the front and the back.

Yeah, I lived alone.
I wanted to feel safe.

Yet those cameras were
running 24/7...[Door closes]

...and they never captured
anybody coming or going.

the night Patton died.

Apparitions don't get caught
on camera, Alexa.

Yet you did capture one
being extremely noisy

on your ghost hunting
channel.

Yes, but not
the physical embodiment.

[Door slams]

Alexa: So do you do all
the editing

and camera work
yourself?

Well, of course.

[Door slams]

Maybe you doctored
the security camera

footage yourself.

Are you trying to say that I --
I covered something up?

I'm just going down
every road

and seeing what happens
at the end of it.

[Gasps]

Oh, wait.
I cannot believe this.

I am actually
the victim here.

Uh, how do you figure that?

Uh, I've been haunted,
I've been traumatized

and my new home is a crime scene
that I can't even sell.

[Door slams]

Alexa?

[Door creaking][Gasps]

Oh my God! No!
Stop this! I'm out!

Sage!

Ooh-wee.

Well, you scared
the vendor off.

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[Switch clicks]

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[Switch clicks]

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[Switch clicks]

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[Door closes]

Okay, let's get this show
on the road.

Alexa, why would you do that?[Switch clicks]

Well, ghosts only hunt
in the dark, don't they?

Sage reckons
this one worked 24/7.

One time, she heard a crash
came into the kitchen

and everything was out
of the food cupboard.

In broad daylight.
[Gasps]

She'd get a photo of that.I'd say she probably ran.

Alexa!

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[Thunder rumbling]

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[Humming]

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[Grunts]

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[Insects chirping]

[Bang in distance]

[Footsteps]

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[Footsteps]

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You are meant to go away

from the freaky noise,
not towards it.

That's not a very efficient way
to catch a killer.

[Bang]Oh, crap.

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Oh, come back here,
ghosty.

[Bang in distance]

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[Frame crashes]

What?
You found something?

This place is haunted,
alright.

But not by a ghost.

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I won't do the ghost
hunting channel anymore, okay?

Reuben: Blood orange for you.[Gasps]

Sorry about that.
And the latte.

Thanks, Rueben.

I can't even sleep anymore.

I see shadows
around every corner.

When you disappeared
the other night, where'd you go?

To Mom and Dad's.
Did you?

Yes.
Hmm.

Why?
Why are you staring like that?

Well, you took off
and then the noises started.

What noises?

Were your mom
and dad home when you got there?

No.
Handy.

Okay, how would I even got back
inside the house

without you or Madison
seeing me or the cameras?

I'm working on it.

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Leslie: It's all changed,
of course, these days.

There was a plum tree right
where the swimming pool is.

Oh, I remember when
the previous owners put it in.

They craned it right over
the top of the house.

What a sight.

Would Madame Laurel
be turning in her grave

with all the changes
to her house?

She'd love it.
Yeah?

She'd be throwing
legendary pool parties.

Gosh, this is a nice piece,
isn't it?

It's not very practical,

but it's got great
sentimental value.

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Now it needs
a couple of classy owners.

I think
I just found them.

[Laughs]

You're not allowed to be here.
I have a trespass order.

Oh, yes, but a trespass order
is voided

if the person
who lodged it invites

the person who received it in.

Yeah, but I didn't
invite you, so...

Oh, I beg to differ.

Please, Alexa, I...

I have buyers here.

I can see that.

So either we can make a scene,

or you can leave me alone
so that nobody knows.

I'm looking into the very recent
and very unsolved murder

which happened in
this beautiful character Villa.

[Whispers] Thank you.

Okay, I'm entering the bedroom
wing and the middle bedroom.

Measurements?

It's four meters
by four meters.

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You know, somewhere
along the line,

this room went from being
a square to a rectangle.

Missing half the room.

No built-in wardrobe?[Knocking on wall]

No, just a wall.

[Hollow knocking]

Oh, thanks, Mad.

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[Bangs wall]

[Laughs]

Sturdy as ever,
these old villas.

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Now we're getting somewhere.

[Groans]

Oh, God.

[Grunts]

[Gasps] Oh.

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[Switch clicks]

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[Stair creaks]

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And obviously
built-in wine fridge.

[Items crashing]

Narnia was not at all
what I expected.

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Over to you.

Oh my God, I bought
the creepiest house in Auckland.

Hey, you just want to zip it?

'Cause I got buyers
inside, okay?

Alexa: Leslie, you said that
Madame Laurel

got raided all
the time.

Is it possible that
she had secret passages

built to hide the girls,
the customers?

I wouldn't put it past her.

She was a smart lady,
a clever businesswoman.

What if this Laurel is still
hanging around, haunting people.

Keeping her eye on things?

She was a woman of many secrets.

Not anymore.

The police will be crawling
through those tunnels

and rooms tomorrow.

Probably throw up
a lot of forensic evidence.

Eww, really? Like what?

Fingerprints and so on.

So, I'm guessing
that we're going to cancel

the open home
for tomorrow, or...?

Ugh.
Why couldn't I have been there

when you found
the secret basement?

And also, why would you go
into a secret basement alone?

Like, who does that?

It's someone that hasn't watched
enough horror movies,

that's who.

I had a phone torch.

Oh, you're
such a casual attitude.

Yeah, well,
that casual attitude

just found us the way
that the killer

got into the house on scene
and the place that Payton died.

See, Payton shouldn't
have gone in there either.

Wait, why did he.

Catch a ghost?Oh, so now there is a ghost.

Ah, there was a ghost,

and I'm very much
looking forward to meeting him.

How are you going --

You're going into
the basement alone again,

aren't you?

I'm fairly confident,
Madison,

that I will not be alone.

And if I've done
my job right,

the killer will be
right there with me.

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[Insects chirping]

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Hello, Liz.

Ah, so it's true.

The tunnels.

I thought I'd come
and see for myself.

Madame Laurel
was a genius.

But of course,
you've always known that.

You spend quite a lot of time
down there, haven't you?

Well, of course you've got
your own entrance.

No, I've only just come --

You know, this place
was twice the size

before a fire burnt
down an entire wing.

Your house
was built in 1950,

where the rest of this house
once stood.

It was built
on the basement.

A basement that both houses
then shared.

Really? A fire?

Oh, I'd no idea.

Come now. How do you think
those ladies of the night

escaped your house
for cups of tea

when the police raided
without being seen?

I'm not a young woman
anymore, Alexa.

My memory isn't
what it used to be.

Sharp as a tack.
Said it yourself.

Oh, why would I want to come
in here and scare people, huh?

Yeah, I wondered myself
at first.

I thought maybe she just
doesn't like the neighbors.

I mean, fair,
I don't like most people myself.

But then I realized

it's not about
the people living here now.

It's about the person
who lived here long ago.

Madam Laurel.

What about her?

I mean, the records
say that Madam Laurel died

without a penny to her name,
but that doesn't make any sense.

I mean, look at the images here.
The clothes, the furniture.

This woman had style and money,
didn't she, Liz?

I wouldn't know.

Come on.
You were close.

And she gave you
that beautiful bureau desk.

I saw it here in the book,
and I saw it at your house.

I've always admired it.

It was a very kind gesture.

What did she do
with the rest of the money?

Did she hide it? Did she tell
you where to find it?

What did she tell you?

That she'd hidden it
behind a fake wall.

Something like that?

H--

How could you know that?

Oh, Les.

No wonder Sage thought
her house was haunted.

There was a selfish old woman
creeping around inside the walls

looking for buried treasure.

You know, owner after owner felt
this place gave them a bad vibe.

You made them feel unsafe
in their own home.

If it bothered anybody...

If you'd only been
quieter then Payton Green

wouldn't have heard you.

[Bang in distance,
vacuum stops]

He wouldn't have gone
to investigate the weird noise.

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He wouldn't have found
the stairs

down to the secret
basement.

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♪♪

I-I never pushed the lever.

I never pushed it.

It was an accident,
was it?

Mm-hmm.

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Whatever happened,
Payton ended up

broken at the bottom
of the stairs.

But it's what you did
next that matters.

You knew where
the blind spot was

and that the back camera
wouldn't catch you.

Somehow you dragged him
and dumped him in the pool.

You hope people would think
that he'd fallen

and hit his head
on the way down.

♪♪

Pulling the cover over him
was a mistake.

Was it the guilt?

What you'd done
to an innocent young man,

you couldn't bear to look?

♪♪

Here's your ghost, Harry.

Hello.

Oh, one more thing,
Leslie.

Maybe you should have tried
the back of that tiny cupboard

in the bureau she gave you.

I think maybe it was under
your nose the entire time.

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Oh.
If only I'd known.

You would have
been out of here?

No.

I've never lived
anywhere else.

Well, that might be
about to change.

[Whispers] Yeah.

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I used to work at this
hotel restaurant

back in my hospital days,

and they say it was haunted
by an angry maitre d

from back in the 1920s.

Ooh, I would go
to that restaurant 100%.

And if you're lucky, Sage can
review it for her new channel.

[All chuckle]

[Knock on door]

Expecting someone?

Everybody I like in Auckland
is already here.

[All chuckle]

Here's your appraisal.

Thank you, Baxter.

And, uh,
a little gift for me.

You know, when you do decide
to sell this place,

you should call me.

I'm your guy.

All is forgiven, huh?

Not really a grudge holder.

And, um, so I was thinking maybe
I could take you out

for a drink one night.

[Both laugh]

Yeah.

[Door slams]

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