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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.

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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.

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[Phone beeps]

[Electronic signal beeping]

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[Door opens]

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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.

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Thanks.

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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?

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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.

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Are we done now?

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I was talking to you, Penelope.

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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.

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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.

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Aw, perfect.

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

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

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[Door beeps]

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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Oh, I think you do.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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Cynthia: Ruby, who did your ballet bun?

Your father again?

Did he watch a YouTube tutorial?

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[Laptop chimes][Scoffs]

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Vanessa.

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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.

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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.

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That was alright.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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You're a thief and a liar.

Stay away.

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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.

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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.

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

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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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