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♪♪

Hey, you.
Yes, you.

No, you don't.
No you don't.

No feeding the swans.

There are signs
everywhere.

I wasn't feeding the swans.
I'm just admiring them.

It's bad for them.

Malnutrition,

obesity, disease.

Not to mention
the pollution in the lake.

I'm well aware
of that.Are you?

Are you aware of what
I have to pull out

of this lake
every single week?

I've got a shed
full of it.

Plastic bottles,
car tires.

I found an ironing board
in there last week.

An ironingboard.

Now, I don't like
ironing either,

but that's going too far.

An exercycle,
several mattresses,

you name it,
it's been dumped in the lake.

Then I commend you
on doing a very difficult

but very necessary job.

Well, I appreciate that.
Now hand over the bread.

Oh, no.

I'm not having you
feed the swans

at the second
I turn my back.

No,
you're not.
I wasn't going to.

Because I'm going to take
that bread.

I don't think so.

Sorry I'm late, guys.

Someone fell in
the duck pond.

What, and you
had to rescue them?

Yeah.
Let's go with that version.

See ya, bro.See ya.

You might have heard
of this one.

One pretty ballerina,
Isabel Frey.

Oh, it looks like
she's dancing "Swan Lake."

Oh. That's uncanny.

You know about ballet?

Don't look so surprised,
Harry.

I got many strings
to my bow.

Strange you
should mention bows.

Why?

Isabel was found
with two arrows in her back.

Pilkington Dance Academy,
six weeks ago.

It's really poetic.

I don't get it.
Why is it poetic?

Because in "Swan Lake,"

the handsome prince
nearly shoots the swan,

who is really
the beautiful Princess Odette.

And only true love
can save her

from the bad spell.

Wasn't there some other dancer
in the frame?

There was.

Damon Kennedy.

Oh, our handsome prince.

Yeah,
definitely got good form.

Oh, keep your mind
on the job.

Ballet form, you grub.

Why is he
the main suspect?

Because the night Isabel
was killed,

Damon sent her
a text to meet up

for an unscheduled
rehearsal.

Rehearsal? For what?

Some sort of big audition
she had.

Around 7:30,
Isabel was at the Academy.

She posted some selfies
around the same time.

So, obviously, you checked
the recently deleted photos?

Yeah, we did.
Nothing there.

We think that
she was busy posting

when whoever
it was arrived.

[Arrow whooshes]

And a swan will never
turn back into a princess.

No.

Okay. Why haven't you
arrested Damon?

Because he denies
sending the texts.

He's got a solid-ish
alibi.

He was with
another dancer...

at a hotel.

Oh, the plot thickens.

The lovely Penelope.

She's also a lead dancer
at Pilkington.

She and Damon were seen
arriving at the hotel

around 6:00 p.m.

And then they didn't check out
till the next morning, so.

So you're stuck?

Hmm.
Give me that file.

Really?
That was easy.

Well, it's ballet, Harry.

And a man in tights.

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The victim, Isabel,
didn't have a job.

She lived with her dad
in the family mansion.

She was too busy
to have a job.

I mean, look at this,
She's skiing,

surfing,
pottery classes.

Oh, and don't forget
ballet.

Did you know
she was preparing

for a really big
audition

for a London dance company
at the time she died?

Yeah, just reading
about that now.

You know, in terms
of premeditation,

this case is a big one.

Poor Odette
didn't stand a chance.

You mean Isabel?

No. Odette is the princess
in "Swan Lake."

Oh, and I was supposed
to know that, how?

You're as bad as Harry.

Anyway, the point is,

the police
never found the bow.

The arrows are traced
to an archery club back west,

where Damon and Isabel
both took lessons.

Oh, come on, tell me why
Harry hasn't arrested

this guy again.

Little thing
called an alibi.

Plus, Damon was injured
at the time.

These two fingers
were all bunged up.

Yeah, confirmed
via medical report.

It's -- It's convenient timing,
though.

Yes, it is,
but do you think

it would be possible

to shoot a bow well

or at all with
these two fingers missing?

I'll find out.

I always wanted
To give archery a go

ever since I watched
"The Hunger Games."

Oh, actually,
do you want to come with me?

No. You go.
It could be fun.

I need to find out
if this ballerina

has any other enemies.

I'm, uh,
I'm Caitlin,

Isabel's sister.

I'm very sorry
for your loss.

Thanks. Yeah.

It's, uh...

it's been
a bit much.

No doubt.

I thought that Isabel

lived here alone
with your father.

Well, she did, but he, uh,
he has dementia.

Izzy used to take care
of him.

And now here I am.

But, uh,
he keeps asking for her,

and I've --
I've told him,

but he,
he can't retain that

kind of information,
you know.

That must be so hard.

Yeah.

The first few times
I reminded him.

But it was like
he was...

hearing it
for the first time.

And now I just say, um,
just say she's out.

Can't bear to break his heart
over and over again.

So please...

tell me you're here
to make my day.

You --
You've made an arrest.

Well, we're working on it.

I'm a fresh
pair of eyes

in case the police
missed anything.

Well, they appear
to have missed the fact

that Damon Kennedy
messaged my sister,

lured her to the studio
late at night

and put two arrows
in her back.

Right.

Can you tell me why Damon
would want to hurt Isabel?

I mean, I-I wouldn't
have a clue.

I never met him.

Is there anyone else
in Isabel's life

who was giving her
trouble?

Everyone loved Izzy.

Uh, to be honest,
I haven't been around much.

Because...?

I, uh, I have
my own business.

It's been a real juggle.

And, yes, I probably
should have checked in

on Izzy and dad more,
but I...

I didn't realize
how hard

it was for her
here with dad.

Dad: Isabel.

Izzy!
Oh, my God.

I'm here, and I'm going to try
to get closure for you

and for Isabel.

Thank you.
I'd like that.

Excuse me.Yeah.

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Hello.

Oh, hi.

I was just looking to see

if there was a bell
or anything

to let you know
I'm here, but.

Ding dong.
[Chuckles]

How can I help you?

Oh, I'm...
keen to do some archery.

Mm.
Any experience?

None
but tons of enthusiasm.

I want to embrace
my inner...

Katniss.

Well, who doesn't love
"The Hunger Games?"

So we focus mostly
on target archery,

but we encourage our athletes
to try field archery, too.

Great.

We should compound
and recurve bows

and we cater for juniors,

seniors, beginners,
and advanced athletes.

What kind of bow
would shoot these arrows?

Probably more
of a recurve bow. Why?

I just like
the look of them.

Well, you're not going
to start on a recurve.

Sure, beginners
are drawn to them

because they want to be
Robin Hood or...

Katniss.

But no.

Okay.
Recurve equals harder.

But could I have
a go anyway?

I promise I'm not just
a "Hunger Games" stand.

Who knows, you could be looking
at your next Olympic archer.

♪♪

Okay, so you want to get
your upper body there

into position?[Arrow whooshes]

Oh.
Man: Hey!

I didn't actually
mean to do that.

But it was good, right?

I mean,
I almost hit it.

No.
no, that was not good.

What are you doing?

Would someone like
you be able to shoot

without using
these two fingers?

Why would I want to?

For fun.

Is this about
the old story

about the English
taunting their enemies

in the Hundred Years' War?

If we catch you,

we will cut off
your fingers

so you will no longer
be able to draw your bow.

That's where
that gesture came from?

No, that's a myth.

Oh, so you
can't properly shoot

without using
your two --[Arrow whooshes]

Ohh.
Hey, stop!
Stop, stop!

Oops.

Madison:
So the bad news is,

I'm not allowed back
at the archery club

unless I take a basic health
and safety course.

But the good news is,

I didn't hit
anything sentient.

So Damon
would have to be

a really skilled archer

to shoot Isabel with only
three working fingers.

Yeah,
it's harder than it looks

to shoot with all five.

Plus, I found out the shooter
would have used

a traditional bow,
which is more difficult.

But we know
he took lessons.

A beginner's course, yeah,
with Isabel.

But that's only
six lessons.

Alright,
we've got to get in

and take a good look
at that club booking system.

Easy.
Once I'm allowed back.

Here we are,
Pilkington Dance Academy.

Bad flashbacks?

No, my ballet mistress
was warm and fuzzy.

Yeah, not at all
like the cliché

of a nasty old
spinster

with a tight bun
yelling at everyone.

What is wrong
with you today, Damon?

Focus, please.

And again. Encore!

Damon. Focus.

Lift.

What is that?

Oh. Where are you today?

That will do. Go on.

You've embarrassed
yourself enough.

Our prime suspect
is a bit stressed.

What have you done
to your bun, Grace?

No, not -- not you.
The other Grace.

Grace P or F.

Dismissed.

Mia, lead them out.

Tippy toes. Tippy toes.
Shoulders down.

Cynthia Pilkington.

Hi, I'm Alexa Crowe.

This is a private rehearsal.

Oh, we're here
to enroll in a class.

We don't have
recreational classes for adults.

Only for children?

Yeah, but no, for my kid.

I have one vacancy
in my under six class.

Perfect.

Because Grace is fine.

Oh, please,
not another Grace.

It's a very popular name.

There were three Madisons
in my class in high school.

So can we take
a look around?

No you can't.
You can enroll online.

And just so you know,

my academy is not
the place for dabblers

who just want to have fun.

No. Heaven help the kid
who just wants to have fun.

My Grace --
Serious as a heart attack.

Online.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Really?
You're gonna put
Chowder in a tutu

and hope nobody notices
the whiskers?

Hey, if anyone can pull off
having a fake kid, it's me.

I can't wait
to see that.

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Loving the props.

Oh, yes,
I fit right in.

Whereas you look like
the weirdo

in the ballet class
with no kid.

How can you say that
to Grace's favorite auntie?

Cynthia:
Enough chat.Fair.

Time for work.
Come to position, please.

First position,
barre.

Tendu.

Arms at second.

No, no, no, no, no.

Vanessa.
Everyone turn around.

Vanessa.

Have a look
at what she's doing.

parfaite ma petite.

Er, Delilah.

[Walking stick bangs]

Is that tomato sauce
I see on your leotard?

Mothers, what have I said
about junk food?

No, no, no.

Read the newsletter.

In this day and age.
Really?

First position. Barre.

Tendu,

Arms a second.

parfaite ma chérie.

♪♪

♪♪

[Phone beeps]

[Electronic signal beeping]

♪♪

[Door opens]

♪♪

Oh, hi.

Something tells me
I'm in the wrong room.

You are?

I saw you dancing
yesterday.

So talented.

Have you and
your partner been together long?

Uh, since we
were preschoolers.

Girls' bathroom
down the hall.

♪♪

Thanks.

♪♪

Oh, sorry.
Bathroom?

Uh,
it's my dressing room.

Actually,
while I'm here.

My name's Alexa,
and I'm helping the police

with their inquiries
into Isabel Frey's death.

Can I ask you
a few questions?

No. Sorry.

I'm sure you're just
as keen as I am

to find out
who really killed her.

Apparently, you people think
my friend Damon did it.

Well, there was quite a lot
of evidence against him,

you know?

Text messages on his phone,
a couple of arrows in her back,

and he had taken
an archery course.

He was doing that
for a dance piece with Isabel.

It was her idea.

Oh, so they spent
quite a lot of time together?

Not really.

She gave up after two lessons.
Said it ruined her nails.

And then Damon
broke his fingers.

Medical report said
he slammed them in a car door.

If you already know,
why are you asking me?

Yeah, you volunteered it.
I didn't ask.

Damon didn't do anything,
okay?

He didn't message her
or come here that night.

He was with me.

In a hotel?

♪♪

Teaching at 6:00.
Stayed there all night.

What was the occasion?

You know, fancy hotel?

Or do you and Damon
do that all the time?

It was our anniversary.

Which one?

Four.

♪♪

Are we done now?

♪♪

I was talking to you,
Penelope.

♪♪

What's with
the lunchbox?

I don't remember saying
this place was a BYO.

Oh, it's Grace's.

Yeah, don't ask.

Just be grateful that
I didn't send an actual child

to that school
of horrors.

-I don't want to know.
-Very cool.

-Hey, Harry.
-Hi.

Alright,
so this Damon Kennedy,

are we barking up
the right tree?

Well, we know
that he and Penelope

were not telling
the truth about

why they were at
the hotel.

Oh, you noticed that, too?
They're not sleeping together.

-Totally not.
-Childhood friends.

No bang-bang.

They told you that?

No. Didn't have to.
It's just a vibe.

So Damon and Penelope
were definitely lying about

why they went
to the hotel,

but they did check in
at 6:00 P.M.

So if they weren't there
for bang-bang,

what were they there for?

An alibi.
Two actually.

Ah.
So you think Damon

didn't do it alone?
-Didn't do it alone.

♪♪

Okay, room 402.

Every time
I'm in a hotel,

I keep thinking
about the killers

who might be lurking
in the corridors.

It's a dark and musty place,
your mind, isn't it?

You have no idea.

Oh, here they are.
6:03 P.M.

Okay, and Damon sent
over text at 6:17,

"Do you want another
rehearsal tonight?"

She replies she can't.

He says, "Come on.
We really need it."

And she gives in and says,
"I'll meet you at 7:00."

Yeah, see,
but check this out.

They're ordering room service
at 6:21 P.M.,

according to the receipt --
side salad, piña colada,

sparkling water,
chicken wrap, cheeseburger.

Why are they ordering food

when they're heading out
to kill Isabel?

And also,
how did they get out?

I mean, I'm assuming that room
402 is on the fourth floor.

And, look, nobody goes in
or out of that hotel room

until 10:00
the next morning.

There's no mention
of any other way

down from
the fourth floor.

There's no open windows.
There's no fire escape.

But by jingos
they look guilty.

♪♪

Aw, perfect.

Can we take the little soaps?
I love the little soaps.

No, the environment doesn't.
Cover for me, would you?

♪♪

[Door beeps]

♪♪

Uh-huh.
-You know, we could have just

asked reception
to let us in.

You see how long
that line was?

Non-opening windows
and quite the drop.

Interconnecting rooms.

So they rented both rooms,

went out and back in again
through the one next door?

I'm leaning towards
not having left at all.

Hm.
Would you look at that?

Cheeseburger comes
with fries and gravy.
Yum.

Yeah, but not when you're
one of Cynthia's dancers.

Fries are a punishable offense
even if you're 5 years old.

Body-shaming bag.

And you add the piña colada.
What have you got?

A room-service receipt
that doesn't make much sense.

Unless Penelope and Damon
had a visitor from next door.

The question is who?

And I want a room
with a sweeping view.

We have city-view rooms
or harbor-view rooms.

Well, I want to see
the opera house.

Which opera house
is that?

Theopera house.
Iconic?

Down by the water?

Sydney Opera House?

You can't see that
from New Zealand.

We have a harbor bridge.

I prefer
a mountain range.

Sometimes you can see dolphins
in the harbor.

They're quite far away,
but if you squint...

I like dolphins,
actually.

So you'll take
the harbor-view room?

I'm going to think
about it,

but I want to commend you
on being excellent at your job.

You're welcome.

Again, we could have just
asked to see their bookings,

but it wouldn't have been
anywhere near as much fun.

So who was staying in
the room next to our dancers?

Mr. B. Von Rothbart --
stayed one night,

paid in cash,
didn't order any room --

Baron Von Rothbart?

What, who's the baron?
Oh, it's -- it's a fake name,

isn't it?
Some character from a book

I haven't read
or a movie I haven't seen.

Baron Von Rothbart is the
evil magician in "Swan Lake,"

otherwise known as Mr.
Cheeseburger and Piña Colada.

♪♪

No luck yet?
-I'm going right back now

because apparently the Baron
had an early check in.

Ooh, okay.
Here comes someone.

What's with the costume?

Either someone's
pranking us, or --

Wait. Pause.

Just zoom in
by the boot.

Is that a cane?

Madison: It could be.

Cynthia?

Why would Cynthia
want to get rid of Isabel?

And if all three of them
were in it together,

why go to the trouble
of meeting in a hotel?

Hold the bus.
Leaving at 8:00.

♪♪

Gotcha.

If he left the hotel room
at 8:00,

Isabel was killed
half-an-hour earlier.

Unless Harry's team
got the timing wrong.

How long was he out for?

Stand by.

Do you think that Damon
and Penelope hired a hit man?

Well, maybe,
but first time

I've heard of a hit man
in a cape.

Well, he used
a bow and arrow.

Maybe being theatrical
is his thing.

Alright,
here he comes.

20 past midnight.

Where were you all
those hours,

Mr. Baron Von Mystery Man?

We know that he was connected
to Damon and Penelope.

Send me a picture
of his face.

I love a good game
of join the dots.

Five, six, seven, eight.
Plié and straighten.

No, no, no, no. Do you want
to be in this class or not?

Everyone, look at Vanessa.
Vanessa, perfect.

That's what I want.

Way to turn Vanessa
into a little monster.

Know what I'm saying?

[ "Swan Lake: Swan Theme"
playing]

Are you Vanessa's mum?

Yeah. Good work.

♪♪

Hey. Oh. Hey.
Hey, Penelope.

Hi. Where's Damon?
-Not here.

And he doesn't need
anyone else bothering him.

And neither do I.
-Oh, well, hang on.

It's just going to take
a sec.

Who's this?

I've never seen him
before.

'Cause he was staying
in the hotel room

next to yours the night
that Isabel was murdered.

You know, the one with
the interconnecting door?

I don't know him.
Okay?

♪♪

Oh, I think you do.

♪♪

Find anything out
about the Baron?

No, but I'm guessing
you did.

Oh, babe, I only created
a whole little dossier

on Mr. Augustus Burnes.

-Is that even a real name?
-Yeah, it is.

I ran our image through
a facial-recognition program,

and even though
it was a little rough,

I got a match confirmed
via a tiny dip

into immigration
and border control.

So I guess Mr. Burnes
is not from around here.

Nope,
he's American.

Arrived in New Zealand
on the morning of the murder.

Checked into the hotel early,
as we know,

and probably had
a little nap.

And then a burger
with some dancers?
Mm-hmm.

And guess what Augustus does
for a living.

Hit man.

Oh. Dance academy.

So the meeting was
ballet-related.

Why all the secrecy?

I'm gathering CCTV footage
from the network as we speak.

What about you?

Penelope lied to me today,
so I'm going to be on her tail.

And I don't think it'd be very
nice to have me on your tail.

♪♪

-Hey.
-No, I'm on my way somewhere.

And I'll let you go
as soon as you tell me,

who is Augustus Burnes
to you and Damon?

I know you know him.

He had a meeting with him,
but I --

I can't talk about it
here.

Where did he go for
3.5 hours on the night
that you guys met?

-A karaoke bar.
-By himself?

It's his thing. I don't know.
Can I go now?

Are you bailing on Cynthia,
Penelope?

Moving to the U.S.
to start dancing?

Oh, my God,
can you stop?

♪♪

You're so frightened
of cane-tapping, old Cynthia

finding out
that you're leaving.

What do you think
she's going to do?

What do you think?
Look at Isabel.

She was auditioning
for London,

and Cynthia was, oh,
so supportive.

Wait.

You think Cynthia
killed Isabel?

And I really don't
want to be next,

so please don't
talk to me again.

♪♪

What Penelope says
checks out.

Augustus Burnes
is living his best life

at Bar of the Stars
karaoke club.

For 3.5 hours straight?

He's having a good time in
a city where no one knows him.

-I just wish there was sound.
-I don't get it.

If Penelope and Damon
were moving to Philadelphia,

why go to the trouble
of killing Isabel?

Why not just leave?

Any update on the mystery text
from Damon's phone?

Not yet.

I guess
it doesn't matter.

It's not like
he sent them.

But whoever did,
what kind of technical skills

would they have to have?
-Well, SIM-jacking is a thing.

Somebody sends
a spyware program via SMS,

the user opens it,
and suddenly they've got

a little parasite
living in their phone,

looking at messages,
listening to calls.

I guess the moral
of the story is

don't open every text.

Well, even simpler,
the attacker

can just call up
your mobile provider

and have your number
transferred to their SIM.

-What?
-Yeah.

Without answering
security questions?

That'd be hard.

Well, not if your social media
is an open book.

Alright.
Trawl through Damon's.

Make sure
he hasn't been bandying

his mother's maiden name
around.

Okay.

Poor Isabel.

She was so graceful.

Eh, not really.
Pretty average.

Mean.

No, seriously,
check it out.

Bad posture,
poor head placement.

Not listening to the music.
Goes on.

To a layperson,
she's good.

Well, Cynthia's not
a layperson.

So why would she think that
Isabel would stand a chance

of getting into
a London ballet company?

♪♪

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♪♪

♪♪

I've asked and asked.

If you want to talk,
anywhere but here.

Just relax. Cynthia's taking
the junior class.

Plus, she thinks I'm
a dance mom, so you're safe.

It's okay, Damon.
Alexa is leaving.

Would you say that Cynthia
was particularly tech savvy?

She runs
the academy's website,

social-media accounts.

She knows her way
around a computer.

-That's good.
-Is that it?

So if Cynthia
killed Isabel,

why would she frame you,
Damon?

I have no idea.

She didn't have suspicions
about the move to Philadelphia.

No.
We've been too careful.

Just one more thing.

I've seen videos
of Isabel dancing.

Not very good.

Now, come on,
you can be honest with me.

Saying she was an average
dancer is being kind.

How come she got a chance
at London, and you didn't?

One of life's
great mysteries.

Penny's 100 times
the dancer Isabel was.

Yeah, agreed.
Anyone can see it.

Why couldn't Cynthia?

Cynthia's taught us
since we were kids.

She was scary then.
She's scarier now.

But with Isabel,
she was different.

She let her get away
with...

I was going to say "murder."

Almost like Isabel
had something over Cynthia.

So you believe me now?

She had something to do
with what happened.

I'll get back to you
on that.

♪♪

Cynthia:
Ruby, who did your ballet bun?

Your father again?

Did he watch
a YouTube tutorial?

♪♪

♪♪

[Laptop chimes][Scoffs]

♪♪

♪♪

Vanessa.

♪♪

News just in.

Damon's phone was definitely
hijacked by a third-party app.

He didn't send
those text messages.

Can you tell who did?

Not without the
hijacker's device.

Cynthia's phone?

Grace took it.
She's very naughty.

Aww, when I was a kid,
I had an imaginary friend

to blame things on,
too.

I'll check it out
when I get back.

-From?
-The archery club

has finally let me go back.
-Ooh, hey.

Take a look
at the booking system.

See if Cynthia
ever took lessons there.

You sure you know
all the safety rules?

Did I not get every
single question right, Curtis?

I'm ready.

♪♪

Okay,
looking good.

Did you ever have
a Cynthia Pilkington

come and practice here?
-Who?

A mean-looking woman
with a tight bun.

She runs a ballet academy.
Possibly had a cane.

No, I never met her.

There was a woman here
from a ballet school, though.

She was about to do
"Swan Lake."

Yeah,
that'd be Isabel Frey.

Yeah,
that was her.

She was really good.

-Look.
-Hey. Down. Oy.

Sorry.

I was told that Isabel
didn't finish the course.

No,
the guy didn't finish.

He'd bailed
before I started here.

But Isabel carried on.

She even did a couple
of extra lessons.

Then she just
stopped coming.

Because she died.
You must have heard about it.

No.

Someone is killed
with a bow and arrow,

and the archery guy
doesn't hear about it?

Will you please watch where
you are pointing that thing?

Sorry.

♪♪

That was alright.

♪♪

So Isabel didfinish
the archery course?

According to
my new best friend Curtis.

Well, I say best friend, but
he is slightly scared of me.

Why would Damon and Penelope
say that she dropped out?

Maybe they didn't know
that she carried on.

I don't get the feeling that
they were especially close.

Aye.
[Knock on door]

Heck's that?

♪♪

Why, Cynthia, to what
do we owe this pleasure?

I want my phone back --
now.

Yeah, I guess I did
accidentally pick it up, huh?

Just like you accidentally
found yourself in my office.

Little Vanessa saw you
coming out of that.

Ah, so teacher's pet
and a narc, huh?

Sorry about the
misunderstanding.

Thank you.
Oh, is Grace home?

-No.
-Yeah.

♪♪

I thought so.

I cross-referenced
the enrollments.

There is no Grace.

Oh, there are at least
three Graces.

[Chuckles]
But no Grace Crowe.

What -- What sort of twisted
game are you playing?

What is wrong with you?

Look, I just don't
like bullies, alright?

And those kids
are little.

If they don't like it,
they don't have to be there.

And if I see you
at my academy ever again,

I will call the police.

♪♪

You're a thief and a liar.

Stay away.

♪♪

Well,
I've been called worse.

Yeah, that was relatively
tame, considering.

And one has to ask,

why didn't she go to the police
in the first place?

Mm.

♪♪

So you enrolled
a fake child

and turned up
to a ballet class?

She even had props.

I think I'm finally
lost for words.

Took Cynthia three lessons
to figure it out, so...

Wow, you're a genius.

And it got me into Cynthia
and the school's statements.

So I'm with you --
genius.

That's why I married her.

Ooh,
this is interesting.

Please tell me you found that
third-party SIM-jacking app.

No, but looking at
the academy's accounts

here are Isabel's
class fees.

See here and here?

$2,000, $2,000,

and another $2,000
from Ian Frey.

That's Isabel's dad.

With advanced dementia.

What, you think she'd steal
from her own father?

Or Cynthia is,
and Isabel found out.

♪♪

I think it's time
we cast a wider net.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Thank you, girls.
That was excellent.

Together:
Thank you, Mrs. Pilkington.

Did I not make myself
absolutely clear yesterday?

I willcall the police.

Cynthia,
I'm with the police.

I'm helping them
with their inquiries

into the murder
of Isabel Frey.

[Laughs]

Rubbish.

What sort of police officer
would invent a child

and then steal
from the tutor?

One who retired
a few years ago

and does things
a little differently.

Now, why were you letting
a very average dancer

like Isabel Frey audition for
a big London dance company?

Now, either you can't
spot talent...[Scoffs, chuckles]

...or it has something to do
with the huge amounts of money

that Isabel's father, Ian,
was giving your academy.

There is nothing illegal
or even immoral

about receiving
generous donations.

-Donations or bribes.
-Excuse me?

We both know that you have
an excellent reputation

despite the bullying
of small children.

And we both know that
Isabel Frey couldn't dance.

Alright, alright.

Things haven't been easy.

My academy has been
in financial trouble

for quite some time --

rising overheads,
falling enrollments.

Isabel...
offered a way out.

Well, things must
have been tough

if you'd put your name
on the line

for a dancer who's nowhere
near international level.

I never imagined
it would go that far.

I thought she'd give up,
move on to the next thing.

Well, what gave you
that idea?

Her sister said so.

She found out
about the father's gifts.

She came to see me.

And she was angry
about the money?

No, not at all.
She agreed.

It was harmless enough
to humor Isabel's dream

until she tired of it.

"Harmless."

Isabel ended up dead.

I may not have been happy
going along

with that ridiculous farce,
but I had nothing to do

with that poor,
deluded girl's death.

Isabel didn't deserve
what happened to her.

And I don't deserve
to lose my academy.

Ah, things are still
difficult?

Ah, it's improving.

Isabel's family is donating
a generous scholarship

in honor of her memory.

It's good of them.

♪♪

This is your dad.

On one of his good days.

See?
He's even smiling.

You're doing
a marvelous job.

Thanks.

Isabel always had him wrapped
around her little finger.

So, yes, it concerned me that
Cynthia was taking advantage

of her desperation
to be a star.

And Isabel was taking
advantage of your dad's illness?

Oh, even if
he wasn't ill,

he still would have given
that money to the school.

Izzy would have asked.
He would have said yes.

It's the way it always was.
-Aye.

Is this, uh,
Queenstown?

Uh, Ruapehu, actually.

We have
a ski chalet there.

Looks like skiing was
a passion you both shared.

Ever since we were kids.

Shall we?

So I hear you're donating
a scholarship

to the ballet academy.

The Isabel Frey Memorial.
I'm presenting it tonight.

Aww, that's nice.

So you don't hold anything
against Cynthia, huh?

Why? Should I?

You don't think Cynthia
had something to do

with my sister dying?

No, no, no, she --
she wouldn't have any reason

to get rid
of her cash cow, right?

So -- So then
we're back to Damon, who --

who sent her those messages
that night.

I mean,
how hard can it be, Alexa?

Well, actually, the messages
weren't sent from his phone.

The -- The police
got that wrong?

His phone was hijacked
by a third-party app.

But digital forensics
are working to track the app,

so that should point us
in the right direction.

Well...good.

Yeah, really good.[Cellphone chiming]

Oh, sorry.

Oh,
I-I should get this.

Um, still looking for
a caregiver for dad.

Yeah, sure. Of course
I'll see myself out.

Okay.

[Chiming continues]

Hello? Uh...

♪♪

♪♪

Izzy? Is that you?

Oh, Ian.

No, I'm, uh --
I'm Alexa Crowe.

It's time for our walk.

-Well, I'll get Caitlin,
-I want Isabel.

Where is the girl?
Izzy?

Is everything okay,
Dad?

Isabel was going to
take me for a walk.

-I can do that.
-To the lake?

Wherever you want to go.

Thanks, Alexa.
-Sure.

Nice to meet you, Ian.
See you again, eh?

You're the older one.

That's right.
It's Caitlin, Dad.

Can we feed the swans?

How's the deep dive
going into Ian's accounts?

Any other big fantasies
he's financing?

Well, the family trust
owns their home,

a house on Waiheke,
a large yacht,

ah, and they just purchased
a ski chalet at the mountain.

Just purchased.
Haven't they always had one?

Caitlin said they went skiing,
even as kids. Religiously.

Maybe they stayed in lodges.
Oh, this is interesting.

When Ian was diagnosed,
she got power of attorney.

-Caitlin?
-No, Isabel.

♪♪

Not Caitlin, the more
responsible, older one?

No,
it's definitely Isabel,

and look at how much cash went
in just after she took over.

She must have sold off
something massive.

Could they have
another property

that she could have flicked off?
-I'll see what I can find out.

Oh, I think I might know
what it was.

Are you going to share?
Where are you off to now?

I'm going for a walk.

♪♪

Excuse me. Excuse me.

No feeding the --
it isyou.

Hi.
Um, I brought this for you.

You know,
I wanted to make up

for that unfortunate accident
last weekend.

And to thank you
for all the hard work

you do hauling trash
out of the lake.

Thank you.

There was a mannequin
in there the other day.

-No.
-Full size.

Gave me a hell of a
fright when I grabbed
that thing by the hand.

I bet.

What do you do with
all this stuff afterwards?

Do you, like,
stash it someplace?

Not the mannequin.
Gave me the heebie-jeebies.

You know, just staring at me?
But everything else, yes.

Until I can get the powers that
be to come and take it away.

Can I take a look?

Sure.

♪♪

Madison?

I showed the archery instructor
the pictures of Isabel.

I may have
traumatized him.

We forget that normal people
aren't used to autopsy pics.

And? He'd never seen Isabel Frey
before in his life.

But you knew that already,
didn't you?

Thanks, Mads.

♪♪

Caitlin, you off
to the family ski chalet?

I, uh, finally found
a caregiver for Dad.

I think I deserve a little
break after everything.

Well, it's a lovely
ski chalet.

It is.
We're lucky to have it.

Lucky? I know you paid a good
whack for it, didn't you,

to get it back
after Isabel sold it?

It was a silly decision
she made.

I told you
what she was like --

an adorable flake.
[Chuckles]

An adorable flake
with power of attorney

over your father's affairs.

Gosh,
that had to hurt.

Isabel was dad's
main caregiver.

It made sense.

But she sold
the family ski chalet.

I mean,
yourhappy place.

You only got her back
after she died.

My sister had just...

I-I saw that the chalet
was back on the market,

and I, um --
and I bought it.

Now, that's a lie.

You see, I talked to
the people who bought it,

and they said that you
actively sought them out,

offered them a lot of money
to, uh, buy it privately.

♪♪

What is this about, Alexa?
What are you doing

wasting your time here
when you haven't even caught

the person
that killed my sister?

Oh, I think I have,

and we both know it.

[Chuckles]

I'm meant to have shot
my sister --

with a bow and arrow,
of all things?

I know.

See, Isabel did lessons,

but Damon said she never
finished the course.

Sounds about right.

And the archery
instructor, Curtis,

he was new to the club,

which was handy for you.

You took over your sister's
abandoned classes,

and no one knew
that you'd ever been there.

Curtis says you're
quite talented at archery.

Isabel was blowing
all this money

on her endless fantasies,

even bribing a ballet company
for a fancy audition

when she wasn't that good.

[Scoffs]
I don't care about money.

In case you haven't noticed,
we have plenty of it.

Yeah,
it's not about money.

It's about resentment.

♪♪

Deep resentment.

♪♪

Years of watching
your father indulge

every silly dream your sister
had while you worked hard,

held things together
after your mother died,

when he got sick.

And then Isabel,
that flighty fantasist,

convinced your father
to hand over the reins to her

and not to you.

Really, Alexa?
This is the best you can do?

Almost.

Stay with me,

because this...
really helps.

♪♪

Bet you never thought
you'd see this again.

Unfortunately for you,
the park ranger's really,

really precious about
what goes into his pond.

So that night,
you used the third-party app

you'd researched
to hijack Damon's phone

and get Isabel
to the studio.

♪♪

You said
you'd watch your dad,

but you also knew
he wouldn't notice

if you slipped out
for a bit.

And he certainly
wouldn't remember.

♪♪

You must have really hated her,
your own sister.

♪♪

You shot her in the back
twice

and left her there to die.

You went to Swan Lake,

you dropped this
into the pond,

and you went home
to Daddy.

♪♪

She was selfish.

She took and took
and took.

She sold our ski chalet.

I don't even know why.

She did ridiculous things
over and over again,

and everybody loved her
for it.

[Chuckles]

I -- I was the boring one.

Everyone said so.

What about my success?
I started a business.

I actually achieved
something.

And all they could talk about
was her.

Cute, little Lizzie with her --
her ballet and her deejaying

and her marathon running
and her surfing.

God, you have no idea
what it was like.

♪♪

Something tells me
you're not going to be

the boring one anymore,
Caitlin.

♪♪

♪♪

Let's see what you got,
Katniss.

The bull's-eye.
Here we go.

♪♪

Ugh!
-Ooh.

Do you have
something in your eye?

It's actually
really hard, Harry.

-Is it?
-Yeah.

-Give us a go. [Chuckles]
-Alright.

You made it look
really hard.

[Chuckles]

Okay, it's all about your stance
and making sure that you...

You're kidding me,
right?

She's totally done this
before.

Yeah.

No, not for decades.

♪♪

-Okay, okay.
-Oh, I really hate you.

But I return hate
with love.

Aww, did you hear that?
She said she loves me.

-Yeah, that was the "L" word.
-She really loves me.

-My turn, my turn, my turn.
-Do it.

-Let's see what this guy's got.
-Okay,

talk me through this,
Madison.

-Stance, right?
-Stance.

[Chuckles]

-What? [Laughs]
-Ah! My God.

-Not bad.
-[Laughs]

♪♪

[Woman vocalizing]

♪♪

♪♪

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