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I never understood it.

Understood what?

Why they creep up behind... cock the gun.

Pause.

You can just shoot, you know.

Never understood why you think

we don't know you're stalling for a confession, Marlowe.

Doesn't matter.

Everyone at the station knows that your ex poisoned your mom,

and so you hired someone to poison your ex.

But when the hitman threatened to expose you

if you didn't pay double the fee,

you poisoned him, too. Right?

Follow up question.

Was there, like, a cyanide sale or did you get the family pack?

Oddly cheaper than you think.

Follow up to my follow up.

Do I mention now that there's a camera there?

And there...

And that I led you here?

Cue sirens.

You got the crime, I got the time.

Cut! Let's go again!

Show me any real cop who runs in heels.

I am so sorry, Miss Warner.

Ah... it's okay.

I wanted to do another one anyway.

You were great, though.

That means a lot coming from you.

Big fan.

Good to know there's a fan left.

I can't believe anyone would even think about

canceling Crimetime.

Well, it's been ten years. There will be other work.

There's no other work.

And the studio said you wouldn't give your parking pass back?

What?

Not true.

Also stole wardrobe and a chair.

No.

Maybe.

I mean, the chair literally has my name on it.

They're kind of worried you might go back on the lot.

Create a scene. Your whole grudge thing.

I don't hold grudges.

I just have a very passionate memory of everyone

who's ever wronged me.

"Annoyingly relentless". Their words.

That tracks.

You're my favorite client,

and I know I say that to every client,

but with you it's true.

We're just in rating kryptonite right now.

Audiences want real, new and edgy these days,

not catchphrases and perfectly wrapped up plots and...

Everything that's me. I get it.

Miss Warner!

Oh, look... the paparazzi.

At least someone appreciates me.

You called them.

I didn't.

You averted your eyes and covered your mouth

like you didn't wanna hurt my feelings.

You're lying.

But I appreciate it.

Thank you.

Your kids must hate how you do that.

They truly do. It's been a pleasure.

Well, I'm keeping my chair.

Hadley Warner. What's next?

Oh... family.

Some down time while I plot my Elvis comeback special.

Missing my fans already.

Any thoughts on your ex-hubby's recent nuptials?

You know, I'm even going to miss

your soul-crushing questions, Lloyd.

But you know my left's my good side.

We're all gonna miss you too, Miss Warner.

At least the pic's good.

Oh! Skylar?

You don't have an assistant anymore, Mom.

Rain?

Respectfully passing on becoming

your new employee, but...

Check this. Almost done. No title yet.

I wish I had half your talent.

Are my, uh... demon wings really necessary?

Technically, they're vampire wings.

Oh.

Oh...

So innocent.

Calm before the storm, right?

You two are my everything.

Sure had a lot of good times here.

But seriously, Colorado?

Can't we just move to the valley?

Now you're just being ridiculous.

Viewers' poll...

Should the Warners really leave or stay in L.A.?

Majority already voted stay, Mom.

Sorry. The numbers don't lie.

It's just a few months. Six, tops.

It'll be good for all of us.

I'm losing followers already.

You will make them up in real life friends, Hendricks.

I have friends. You're thinking of Rain.

Hey! Quality not quantity.

Speaking of quality time,

we'll get to catch up with Grandma D.

She's lived in Mystic for, like, the last 20 years.

Says it's amazing.

Plus, it'll be good for you guys to get out of the city

and see how the rest of the world lives.

But I make money off influencing.

What's gonna be there that people wanna see?

I grew up in a little town just like it

and I promise you will still be able to flex for selfies there.

Yeah, but... what if we don't fit in?

I hear you, but... it's gonna be okay.

Just remember, wherever we are is home. Right?

Does anyone see where we pay for parking?

I'll go see if they have a valet.

We're live in what could be my last entry

until I find something to actually post about.

Dramatic. Just like his mom.

Ooh. Intrigue.

There's no meter parking or valet.

Oh, uh... sorry, man.

No worries. If you see anything...

For sure.

If anyone's seen Sam Davis, here's the number to text.

Hashtag bring Sam home on all socials.

Appreciate it.

Hey. The parking here... it's free?

Of course.

Huh.

Who's hungry?

Me.

And when was the last time you saw your husband, Sam Davis?

I'm sorry. Could we, uh...

Oh! Yeah.

I'm... I'm sorry. It was a gift, and...

Right.

You were saying?

Sam said he was having some issues at work.

So, he took off from the campground to go fix them

and he never came back.

What does he do for work?

He co-owns a consulting company.

Businesses hire him and his partner, Anson Erickson,

to go in and fix day-to-day efficiencies.

See where they can add things, get rid of others.

Fire people?

Sometimes.

You're gonna find him, right?

You have my best people on it.

Thank you.

That's new.

Reading a book on positive reinforcement.

- Prove me right. - Ah.

Top you up?

Thanks.

I was wondering if I could drop off my resume, Mel.

You don't wanna work here, Kirk.

I'll take anything you have.

Are you coming?

Come on!

We got this.

Hey, Mel.

Hey. Any word?

Nothing yet.

Table for three?

Four. We're meeting a Jay Bax.

Is that two-time Emmy nominated

and Tony award winning superstar... Hadley Warner?

Mr. Bax.

So great to meet you. Bring it in.

Oh...

Ah, so good.

Season three, episode four, when you took down that

trafficking ring with a clue from an actual wedding ring?

Outstanding!

Somebody's done their research.

No need.

I'm actually a super fan Crimetimer.

But more importantly...

I need to know where to submit my application

to be your new bestie.

No?

Too much?

Yeah, I can be too much.

I am a whole production myself.

Nice. So let me guess...

Hendricks...

Rain.

Not big talkers.

I respect that.

The only vegetarian option is a side of pickles.

And here is a gift of Baxets to help you all settle in.

Baxet?

Yeah. It's a promotional trick.

It helps people remember my last name is Bax

when I work it into puns.

Well, you should get Bax to it then.

Oh! Snap. Good one. I'm writing that down.

I'll take an autograph.

Oh! Well, it would be my pleasure.

You know what? Hold on. Skylar!

Still no assistant, Mom.

Right. Oh...

You know what would be great? Take that photo, frame it...

let's put it up right there

and we can call this the Warner corner.

It'd be great for business, Mel.

But it's not necessary. But... thank you.

Thank you.

I mean, I think you need to be on that wall.

And we're here.

No through road so it's extra quiet.

And your closest, only neighbor,

is Frank DeMatteo

and he's over a quarter mile away.

Uh... widower, pretty much keeps to himself.

It's just him and his goats over there.

I love them! Goat yoga is huge in L.A.

- Really? - Yeah.

Uh... you get the odd plane flying to the base

but that's on the other side of the mountain.

Uh... town of army brats, including myself.

So... shall we?

It's even better than in the pictures!

Right?

Well?

I just need to get in the pool and decompress.

Oh... buddy, there's no pool.

But you have your own creek and 50 acres of pure heaven.

Cable's in tomorrow and I'll set you up with WiFi.

There's no WiFi?!

You'll survive.

We got this!

Hadley, come check this out.

Okay.

It's so quiet and zen and...

Bet you can't find a view like that in L.A.

Hi Mom!

Don't start.

Start what?

Oh... you know, that L.A. is polluted

and traffic ridden and unsafe. Soulless.

A place I never should've went in the first place.

At least someone said it.

Thanks for your help, Jay. This place is é perfetto.

Learning Italian for a cruise I'm going on.

Oh, retirement looks good on you.

Now... where are those beautiful grandkids of mine?

Granny D!

At least someone appreciates me.

She means well.

Yeah. Yeah.

You hear that?

I can't unhear it.

Rain?

Rain!

Trying to sleep.

Did you not hear that?

Bax told us there were goats next door

when we first moved in.

And?

And... have you never seen those goat screaming videos?

Sounds totally human.

Animals that sound like people...

not terrifying at all.

Sadly miss the road noise.

Me too.

But it's only temporary.

You nervous about school?

A little, yeah.

They're gonna love you like I do.

I don't know.

Can I crash here for the night?

Yes, please.

Goat's got a gun!

Oh, wow. Hi.

Hi.

Uh... Detective Caden. You reported possible gunshots?

Definite gunshots. Yes.

Please come in.

Can I make you a coffee?

That'd be great.

Was that a hair adjustment?

Shush!

Well, we are in hunting season, so shots echo off the cliffs.

Things that are far away can sound a lot closer.

I definitely heard Frank's goats on my way in.

Delightfully horrifying, aren't they?

Well, in the country, it's when the goats aren't screaming,

the crickets aren't chirping that you have to worry.

Uh... can I help you?

My assistant usually... is water okay?

I'm good. Thanks.

- These shots... - Mm.

I have done some gun range shooting in prep for the show,

and these sounded really close.

I'm sorry, the show?

Oh! I... I'm an actor.

I... I used to be.

Oh, okay. Like, uh, soaps?

I used to watch those with my mom.

Just used to?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, it's been some time now.

Well, mine was actually a procedural called Crimetime,

but I know how cops usually hate watching shows about cops.

I watched all the cop shows with my dad growing up.

Oh, so you've seen it then?

No, sorry.

You've seen every show but mine?

Yup. Sorry, again. I'm sure you were great.

Critics used to think so.

Well, uh... if there's anything else...

do not hesitate to call me.

I appreciate it.

Okay.

Hey, do you know where I might find a...

matcha latte in town?

Maybe with a little raw almond and coconut milk.

Can you be more specific?

You know what? Mel's Diner is a good idea for coffee.

It's a quiet place, you never have to wait on line

and, uh, maybe I'll see you there.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

Oh, also, uh... it's a small town

and us cops get kinda bored so do not speed, Mrs. Warner.

Oh, Miss...

Miss. Noted. Good night.

Good night.

He was interesting.

If I wasn't so happily self-partnered,

I might agree with you.

And is it me or was he hiding something?

Does everyone need to be a suspect in something?

Maybe you're right. Get some sleep.

Everyone's dressed like a vintage store.

Yeah, maybe lose the man purse, H.

I love your faces. Go be great.

What's up, bro?

Skylar?

Skylar!

How's my favorite client these days

and her writing skills?

She's fine. Skills, not so much.

We have some publisher interest for the memoir.

They wanna see sample chapters, preferably next month.

I'm not a writer!

Just start with one word and add another!

I know you could use the cash, so I thought I'd ask.

Ugh... I'll see what I can do.

Okay.

♪ Thinking I'm wide awake ♪

♪ Bring up the days and dates ♪

♪ Look what the people say ♪

♪ Voting another way ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

Skylar!

- Thanks. - Enjoy.

I have washed every dish.

I've folded every piece of laundry... twice.

Domestic goddess, I am not.

Sounds weird, but...

what do I do if I'm not Hadley Warner anymore?

Whatever it is you're looking for, you'll find it,

you always have.

Sorry, I don't know. Can't help you.

Sam Davis's mom. Guy from poster.

Oh...

Steph.

Any updates?

A few sightings here and there, but no real leads.

If it helps, I know for a fact that 99.8 percent

reported missing are found fine in the first few days.

My daughter, Hadley.

So nice to finally meet you.

You too.

Thank you. I really needed some hope right now.

Steph! Hey, Steph!

Well... see? I'm good for something.

Great at a lot of things.

Just not writing or being handy or...

- Hey Mom. - Oh! Look at that.

How was school?

Went from hero to zero in one day.

Tell me it gets better?

It gets better.

Oh...

Once they get to know you, they'll love you like we do.

Thanks Grandma.

- Excuse me. - Oh!

Could I borrow your ketchup?

Oh!

Yeah...

Of course.

Hey! Is that Hadley Warner?

Two-time Emmy nominated and Tony winning actor

Hadley Warner?

You're that girl from that thing.

I am.

Stay...

Yeah!

How you like me now?

When was the last time you saw Sam Davis?

Maybe a week ago.

I was out of town, but I came back

as soon as I found out he went missing.

Got in the next morning.

Any idea where he might have gone?

I mean, we hike Stillwater Creek a lot together

in order to clear our heads from the day to day.

So maybe he's out somewhere.

You're also his business partner.

I am.

How's business?

Good.

Why the hesitation?

Great. You really don't have any leads?

I'll keep you posted.

Drag marks on the base of the tree

consistent with mud on the body.

Sorry I'm late. So we're thinking Sam Davis here?

I can't officially confirm, but... yep.

Sad.

Is it just me or does that chute seem too big for skydiving?

Not just you, it's a base jumper chute.

And he's way off course.

Yeah. The nearest cliff or drop zone is a mile that way?

Yeah. Stillwater Creek is.

Get a prelim by the end of the week.

But you wanna know the strangest thing?

Is that just me or is that a bullet hole?

Again... not just you.

Which might make this homicide.

Yikes.

Country music, am I right?

Actually, hip hop. Hollywood.

Actually, Brentwood.

Hendricks.

Good talk.

Yikes. Hopefully this helps.

Matcha martini. You get me.

Nice job, Bax.

Thank you. I used to bartend before real estate.

Hmm.

You know, I think I'm gonna need a security upgrade,

so we all feel a little safer. Do you know anyone?

Yep. Steve McGowan.

Best in the biz, I'll give him a call.

Just... just don't get him talking about banjos.

Why is that?

You don't wanna know.

I always wanna know.

I'm so sorry.

I'll go throw some tea on.

I'm not usually one to say the universe does this or that,

but I... I feel like it's trying to say something.

You being here in town, you finding him...

is a blessing.

I'm not sure where you're going with...

Statewide cutbacks.

I mean, they just don't have enough officers on deck.

Detective Caden seems...

I'm... I'm sure he is.

But now they're telling me that Sam might have been shot.

Shot?

Yeah.

All I'm saying is...

what if the detective had someone who's trained

with the best cops and experts like your mom has said?

I mean, you could've solved this in 60 minutes or less. No?

Closer to 42 with commercials, but...

I am not that character.

I just don't know what else to do.

Please.

Help me.

I'll look into it.

The top of the trees aren't broken, so...

So he magically fell from the sky, didn't break any branches,

and then landed in a tree.

That's talent, I'd say.

Sky-dying. Crimetime, season 6.

That's where I know you from.

Uh...

Carisse.

I'm the M.E. in the tri-county area.

Hadley.

Okay I can't have you contaminating the crime scene,

so if you could just...

I understand.

I'm just saying that on my show,

the victim was placed in the tree

by a middle child of identical quadruplets.

A killer hiding in plain sight the whole time,

looking for revenge.

Follow up...

how many sets of quadruplets do you have in town?

Okay, I know you're just trying to be helpful,

but if you could wait inside until we finish up.

Fine.

But he didn't land in that tree off the initial fall,

talented or not.

Okay.

Which begs the question, how did he get up there?

Follow up. How'd he get shot?

Those hunter's gunshots from the other night?

Uh huh, okay. Thank you for your time.

Thank you very much.

Nice to meet you!

Sam seemed like a really happy guy,

even on the day he went missing.

His wife Jen is a jumper, too.

According to social media, pretty decent relationship.

But...

But the spouse is always the first suspect.

50 percent of the time you'd be right about the spouse.

This guy in the other pic with Sam...

the one handing out the flyers at the diner.

Anson is his business partner.

Not to mention his dad's name

is on all the buildings around here.

Do we think Anson's a suspect?

Crimetime rule number one... suspect everyone.

Business partner and a wife would both have a lot to gain

from Sam's death.

Do we have anything else on Anson?

I could ask Steph if I could look through Sam's financials.

If there's something in the numbers...

I'll always find it.

What do we do in the meantime?

Well, since the body was found right here,

police always start by canvasing the area.

And with only one neighbor...

Hello. Hadley Warner.

That's me. How can I help you?

First off, wife, kids, we love your show.

Second, Mr. Bax called, said you needed some security upgrades.

Third, Steve McGowan, Lock-in-key. Hi.

Hi. I hear you're the best in town.

Well, the only one for now, so best by default.

Bax mentioned the banjo, too.

Oh, my first love. Don't tell the wife.

Deal.

I love them, reminds me of when we'd shoot down South.

Interestingly, it was invented in the Caribbean

and then brought over.

The more you know.

The name itself was originally bantu,

which then became bango, then banjar, banza...

banya, bansha and then finally...

Guessing banjo?

Yes!

I'd love to hear you play sometime.

Oh! Great.

But I was just heading out.

Ah.

So, what are my options security-wise?

Uh... cams, motion lights, house alarms.

Heck, I've outfitted everybody in the tri-county area

from government to gas station, so whatever you need.

If I paid a little extra, do you think you'd be able

to stay on as a property guard?

I just need my kids to feel safe.

Absolutely. Anything you need.

- I do have one note. - Hmm.

When you're installing the front door cam,

could you favorite left to get my good side?

That's a good one.

Well, you don't have a bad side, but consider it done.

Anything else?

Heck. Oh hey, go for Steve.

Hey.

Yeah. No, not on a Tuesday.

Jerry, I told you, not on a Tuesday.

Okay. I gotta go.

Hello?

Hello.

Can I help you?

Hi, Hadley. I just moved in next door.

I heard.

Great.

By chance, did you hear any gunshots the other night?

Nope. No guns around here.

But if there's someone out shooting...

I'd be extra careful.

Thanks for the tip. It's nice to meet you.

Kind of.

So we have Jen the spouse,

Anson, the business partner and now neighbor Frank,

who for some reason is hiding his gun.

Circumstantial.

But considering the victim was shot in Frank's proximity,

it's like our episode...

Hitman for the Holidays.

Nice.

Okay, but what's Frank's motive? I mean, he's harmless.

For the most part.

What's the most part?

Okay, there may have been a thing.

When his wife died, there was an investigation.

Like he killed her?

No, it was a fall down the stairs.

He was totally exonerated.

Oh... great.

So... so far this week, you have put me in a house

with a body in the backyard and a potential killer next door.

My bad. But seriously...

come to think of it, even after he was exonerated,

Sam Davis still was super vocal about Frank being guilty.

I mean, maybe Frank got his revenge.

Anyways, I'm on my way to the craft store to get poster paper

for a murder board.

Uh... any color preferences?

Why does it feel like you're mad?

And where are you going?

Seeing as how it seems I volunteered to play detective,

I'm going to the last place that Sam was seen alive.

Oh.

I am not doing it in heels.

Fair enough.

I know I'm a handful,

but that's why you had two hands. Right?

This about the book, or...?

Maybe. Kinda, sorta...

I may have found a body in my backyard.

Wait, what?

I'm not a suspect, but...

But...

The victim's mother asked me to look into the case

and I buckled like a belt.

I'm sorry, this is...

This is fantastic!

What? It is?

She played a crime fighting legend in real life,

and now is actually fighting crime.

Are you kidding me? It's gold!

Part of what your book can be. Put you back on the map, kiddo.

That's not why I volunteered to help,

I'm not exploiting...

This is L.A., I get paid to exploit for you.

You just do the good Samaritan thing you're already gonna do

and I'll put some feelers out here.

Always knew you were gonna make a comeback!

Saunders, when people lie, their voice either gets

really high or really low, and yours just got...

No, it... no, it didn't. No, it didn't.

I hate this business.

Hello?

So... when we last spoke,

you said that Sam was having some issues at work

and that when he left the campsite

he didn't come back.

You decided to just bus it home?

I did.

You said you got on the bus around 4:15?

Around then, um... 4:20... between those two times.

Right.

But the bus didn't arrive,

according to the schedule, until 6:00.

Could have been 6:00.

Look, I'm sorry, I'm just not myself right now.

I totally understand.

I also talked to some other campers

that were at the campsite,

and they said that they saw you and Sam arguing...

but it didn't sound like it was work-related.

So if there's anything else you wanna tell me...

Are you really asking me this right now?

I just lost the love of my life.

Believe me, this is all just procedure,

but anything you wanna tell me would be good for both of us.

It was just your typical couple's fight.

You know, when small things build up.

Small things like...?

We'd been growing apart.

It's why we went camping in the first place.

Reconnecting.

So growing apart, like... divorce apart?

No.

Excuse me.

I'm assuming you're the Park Ranger.

Was it the hat?

That was a start.

Um... did you happen to see this man

around here earlier this week?

I spoke with the detective about Sam.

I hadn't seen him specifically. You're a cop, too?

No, but question...

are random bodies in a tree a thing around here?

Follow up. I mean... say someone was found with a bullet hole,

dead in a tree... purely fictional...

but maybe he was shot and then climbed up into it

so that he couldn't be shot again?

Follow up to my follow up.

Or could he have been shot and then the person who shot him

dragged him into a tree to make it look like an accident?

Again, purely fictional.

Do you want me to respond now?

Well, yes. This is why I'm asking.

I haven't seen anything even close to those

extremely specific scenarios.

Well, thank you. You've been very helpful.

Oh!

If I happen to see some weird claw marks on the tree...

is that ringing any bells for you?

Uh... cougars drag deer into trees to eat later, but...

Really... could they do that with people?

I mean, they wouldn't be too heavy to get up there?

I've seen deer up to 240 pounds.

Amazing.

Wow.

Is it too late for me to retract my earlier sarcastic thanks

and replace it with a real one?

Retraction accepted. Glad I could help.

Detective Caden, those claw marks on the trunk

may have been put there by a cougar

pulling Sam into the tree.

All pats on the back can be forwarded directly to me.

This is Hadley, by the way.

Sweetheart, Sam and Jen were having marital problems.

Then maybe I should be speaking to Jen

sooner rather than later.

I don't know if you got my text.

I did. I appreciate the heads up.

Should I ask you why you're here?

Me?

Yeah.

I'm here to jump. I'm a jumper.

I'm a... skydiver-er.

Huh.

I don't think that's a real word.

Well, if you were in the scene, you'd know it.

And also, you should maybe think about asking my neighbor

about threatening me.

When I asked him about the gunshots...

Wait, Frank threatened you?

He said he wouldn't want to see me get hurt,

but it was the way he said it.

Okay, this is why I don't want you

going around asking questions.

Now I have to worry about your safety.

But, um... good luck with your skydiver-er-ing.

I don't think that's a word.

Hmm, if you're in the scene, you would know.

What you got in there?

You really need to know an answer to everything, don't you?

I really do. I mean, you're hiding something.

I can tell by your body language.

It was part of my job.

Ditto, which is why I can tell you're not here to jump.

- Oh, I'm jumping. - Mm.

But I will let you get back to work.

Appreciate that.

Hi, there.

Oh, welcome to...

Hadley Warner?

That's me.

I'm sorry about Sam. I heard, um...

his mom's a friend.

I didn't know you worked here.

Just trying to keep busy.

Well, if there's anything I can do.

Do you mind if I get a pic?

Sure. Of course.

Oh...

So you're jumping with us?

I'm not sure I'm ready to jump.

Oh, you're gonna love it. I'm gonna grab you some gear.

Oh, you know, Sam was afraid of jumping his first time too.

He and Anson came out here on a team-building thing

and both fell in love with it after.

Is that how you met?

Yeah.

He said he literally fell for me that day.

I did, too.

Oh, look at how many fans showed up.

Oh...

- Hi. - Hi.

You know, if the cops really thought something was up,

they'd look to Kirk.

Kirk? From the diner?

I'm not sure where he works now

but Sam said he had a restraining order on him.

Restraining order?

Yup.

Huh.

You ready?

Oh, this should be good.

You know, she's a professional skydiver-er.

It's a term.

I can't.

And let down the fans?

No, you can...

you can just go ahead and shut that door.

I... thank you.

Bax, we're gonna need to add Kirk Brown to the suspect list.

I didn't threaten anyone. She's just being melodramatic.

Yeah, that she is.

Hey, do you mind if I have a look at your rifle?

Got rid of it.

Frank, I know for a fact

that you shot that kid's drone down a month ago.

You scared him a lot. So if you still do have it...

I don't.

But if you do...

I'm just saying, it's only a matter of time

before we get ballistics back from that bullet on Sam Davis.

Whatever you think I did, I didn't.

And unless you've got a warrant...

You have my number.

Oh! A little help?

Oh. I got you.

Thank you.

How was school?

Well, I thought I was feeding a lost dog at lunch.

Turns out... coyote.

Mine was cool.

Until someone asked me what it's like renting the murder house.

Uh... technically murder adjacent, so...

I just wanna go home.

Hey, wherever we are is home.

But if opportunities pop up in L.A., we will go back then,

I promise.

Okay. So we have your four suspects.

Jen, the wife with marital problems.

Heavily armed neighbor Frank, who wants revenge.

Kirk from the diner, who Sam had a restraining order against.

And Anson the business partner. Is the light okay?

Okay? Are you kidding me?

It's like you read my dream journal.

You always amaze me. Print it up?

I could do that.

Or even better... follow me.

Is it really safe, everyone getting involved like this?

You're probably right. I should maybe take over.

But if anyone feels unsafe, let me know.

I mean, we do have an alarm and cameras and new locks.

Oh!

Someone's in the backyard!

Run!

Ooh.

Lloyd?

You know him?

To be fair, you said you'd miss me.

What are you doing here?

Trying to put you back on the map.

You're welcome, by the way.

You okay?

Yeah. I can't feel my left hand...

Where's Lloyd?

At the inn. I'm sure he'll be back.

Knock, knock. How we doing this morning?

I could really use some cold plunge therapy right about now.

Well, the Loon Lake's freezing this time of year.

Hmm. I'll give it a shot. Have you eaten?

Ooh. Thanks. Uh... ta-da!

Is that you?

You mentioned you wanted to hear.

True.

I did.

Why did you stop playing?

Well, you can only play dueling banjos so many times

before you want to implode.

Plus, the crowds got too wild.

And by crowds, I mean no one actually showed up

except my wife.

So... forced retirement.

I feel your pain.

Plus, I started a family and needed to make money.

Not that I'm making that much here in Mystic.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But Mystic is a pretty safe place.

Plus, security is a young man's game,

and competition's always trying to edge itself into town.

Again, I feel your pain.

You know what?

I'm writing you a review as we speak.

You don't need to do that.

It's the least I can do.

Really? I...

Steve McGowan deserves a raise.

You're too kind, thank you.

Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.

Hungry?

Oh yeah, perpetually.

But I'm pretty sure it's glandular.

Uh... these are the other housing listings you asked for.

Thank you.

That's really good.

Right?

Coffee, black.

Wow. You a boxer?

Work burn.

Hmm. Looks like you've been punching something.

What are we thinking?

I'm thinking...

what was your relationship to Sam Davis?

And what you were up to last Friday.

Trivia night at the centre, start to finish,

and I don't really know Sam.

Yeah, see your work history

and restraining order say differently.

I only worked for him a bit.

Worked? Past tense.

Look... if you're trying to say it had something to do with this

'cause I was fired...

well, you're going to have, like, thousands of suspects.

Sam fired people for a living.

Yeah, but he only had one restraining order.

That was you.

Kirk also had those cuts on his knuckles

before he applied for the job. I'm just saying.

Excuse me.

I'll grab my things here.

Anything else?

Hey, what do people do around here for fun?

You, specifically.

Me? Uh...

trivia night at the centre's pretty fun.

I happen to be the queen of trivia.

Oh, okay. Then you should stop by.

I'm there 7:00 PM sharp every Wednesday and Friday

'cause the place tends to fill up pretty... pretty quick.

Um... should I save you a seat?

I'm in.

Huh.

Thank you. But I didn't order...

Are you ignoring me because I'm a civilian?

A townie telling the locals how things should be done,

or because I played a cop?

I'm ignoring you in relationship to the case

because I'm a professional and you are not.

You know, I can read most people, but you are tricky.

I'm guessing the second fork is for you?

I see why they made you detective, Detective.

Trying to get me to look at the picture of you on the wall?

What?

Huh?

Oh! That is me.

Mm-hmm.

Do you want one?

I actually have some extras in my purse.

Are you always this...

Relentless? Brilliantly driven?

No offense, I was gonna say a touch pushy.

Why do we always say, "no offense" before the offensive?

Just say the offensive thing! Be direct.

- Okay. - It is very freeing.

Good point. From here on out, offensive things only.

Great. Now, where were we?

Not talking about the case to a TV cop.

Wow. That does feel free. Thank you.

Fair.

But Sam's mom asked me to help, and so...

you really don't recognize me?

Why this need to be recognized?

You're gonna tell me you didn't become a cop

because of the attention you get when you drive by?

That is exactly what I'm telling you.

In fact, being a cop was not my first choice.

Ooh. What was?

How about this pie, huh?

Mmhmm. Mysterious.

Huh.

Luckily, I'm in the mystery game

and I can always tell when someone's hiding something.

Hm.

It's a gift. A curse. It's a fun party game.

It's also how I knew that my ex was cheating on me

with this yoga instructor. But I'm rambling...

You really haven't seen me anywhere?

Nuh uh.

Oh! That... that right there. Clear avoidance signs.

You looked down, you touched your face, hid your mouth.

You've seen my show.

It is also a sign that I got a little bit of pie on my chin,

I had to wipe it off.

Hello? Yes, that's me.

Sure. I'll be there.

Hmm.

TV cop just got a real-life clue.

Thanks for the pie.

It is you! Big fan. Literally.

I don't talk to cops.

Then I saw Hadley Warner, and... wow. Blown away.

Thank you. That's sweet.

Did you find anything on the camera?

It's, uh, motion activated, so hundreds of files,

but, uh... here.

What are we looking for?

Hmm.

That right there.

There's someone on the edge of frame.

Who looks like they're stealing something.

Friend of yours?

Do you know Sam Davis by chance?

Only from the posters.

Whoever's taking Sam's stuff goes down to the creek.

I can't quite make it out.

Oh, what's that? It's a logo on his shirt.

Does it look familiar?

Nope.

Wait. Are we on a case?

Is this like the... the killer or something?

Possibly.

That's messed up.

Oh, thanks.

Think you could do up a flyer for the band trip fundraiser

we're having at the bowling alley?

You could do whatever you want.

I could definitely give it a try.

I'm Rain, by the way.

- Hey. - Hey.

Aww, you kept yours.

Yeah. Good memory.

I still have mine in the kitchen.

Look, um... I was thinking that...

How are we doing there, Carisse?

Hey.

Any cause of death?

Yeah. Tomography report shows fractures of the cranial vault,

the right mandibular ramus and the T5 vertebrae.

Wow. Hard fall.

Yeah. Which leads me to this...

the shoot wasn't worn from wear and tear.

It was cut with topical adhesives

on both sides of the cut and glued back together.

Okay, so enough to pass a spot inspection,

but not... enough... to support a body.

Hi. Can we help you?

Thank you for asking. Um... excuse me.

Look at this.

Hi.

Sam and Jen fight. Sam goes after his chute.

Someone in the shadows runs off. And if the chute was cut?

Not that I overheard anything... but maybe this is our suspect.

Maybe Jen even hired him.

Although she'd know how to rig a chute to fail.

But I'm guessing he used Bond's Glue.

Ah... where...?

Maybe something you can get a print off of.

Um...

Frank. What are you doing here?

I'm here to report a murder.

A murder?

I killed Sam Davis.

I didn't...

- Hi. - Hi.

Okay, you can stay or you can leave.

But if you're staying, lock up is down the hall.

Noted. I'm all about the leaving.

Just call me the leaver. Hadley has left the building.

You are gonna miss me when I'm gone though.

You know, in order for me to miss you,

you actually do have to leave.

So, confirming that you will miss me when I'm gone.

Okay, here we go.

Kidding. So serious.

This logo, though, look familiar?

You wouldn't tell me if you knew?

Mm-hmm.

Fine. I'm gone.

You know, she can't be here

and involved with the case, of course.

Of course.

It's just... she has this way of showing up everywhere.

She just... pops up.

Uh oh. She's getting under your skin.

A little. Why uh oh?

You and Carisse started the same way.

No.

Yes.

Okay. Where were we, Frank?

Conscience got the best of me, and like you said,

it was only a matter of time before they matched my gun

to the bullet that killed Sam.

So... I'm here. I did it. I shot him.

Okay. Why don't you walk me through it?

There'd been a cougar in the area,

and he got one of my goats just last week.

Well, that night, goats were screaming, agitated.

I thought he came back.

So I grabbed my rifle, I shot at it, and I hit it.

I thought.

But the cougar was gone.

And there was that boy.

That poor boy.

I panicked. Got rid of all my guns.

If I could do anything,

it would be to take back that night.

I didn't mean to kill him... but I did.

So...

Frank, what if I told you... you didn't?

Yeah.

I know that look. What do you got?

Well... I think that Sam died from the fall.

A cougar took him up the tree and Frank shot him by mistake.

Lines up with the prelims we got from Carisse.

That it does. Well done.

Oh, is that positive reinforcement?

- Bingo. - Ah...

Mel! Hello.

Wow, look at you.

You look fabulous.

I'm trying to keep up.

Is Kirk here yet?

He says he usually gets here by 7:00.

Busy already.

Oh, speak of the devil.

He here by chance last Friday at 7:00?

No... he came way later.

He was already feeling pretty happy.

Huh.

So... I should warn you,

I am just a little bit competitive.

Ooh. Challenge accepted.

Oh.

Thank you.

Alright, alright. Welcome, welcome.

Are you ready?

I said, are you ready?

Welcome to Mel's trivia night. The first category... cuisine.

This smooth, slightly sweet, double or triple cream cheese

from Italy works well with brûlées.

Mascarpone!

Miss Warner, just... write the answer down.

Oh! Sorry. Sorry.

I got a little excited. I'm excitable.

A lot of Army guys here, hey?

Yeah, a lot of after work guys, too.

Which one are you?

Both.

Army brat that moved around then did the whole office thing.

What kinda office thing?

Mid-level consulting, uh,

analyzing businesses' efficiency.

Like Sam Davis's company.

Why would you ask that?

It's just the only one I know of in town.

Now, a before and after puzzle.

This... a liquefied carrot and grapefruit diet,

that's a freeway space where people drive 75.

The juice fast lane!

Again. Just write your answer... please.

Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry.

I saw Sam's business partner the other day.

He seemed really broken up.

Anson?

Yeah, I can see why he's feeling guilty.

Hmm. Sounds gossipy.

Do tell.

He wanted to take the business a different direction than Sam,

and I think they had a falling out.

Really?

Sam Cooke brought it on home with this song of what year?

Bring It On Home, 1961.

Oh, come on!

Sorry, that's incorrect. And again...

No, no, no. That's correct.

Fact check me!

Alright. Kinda my jam.

"Bring It On Home." Released May 8th, 1962.

Well... it was recorded in 1961

and your question wasn't specific.

Miss Crime, it's time for you to leave.

If you don't mind.

Fine.

But I am mentioning this in my review.

One star.

One star!

Is that applause for me or against me?

You got the crime. She's got the time.

Can you please turn that off?

Come on. It's my comeback special.

I'm starting to gain new followers

who've jumped on board since my first missing poster.

There is more to life than likes and hearts.

It's the only thing I'm good at.

What if I don't do live and just shoot some footage to edit

once the case is solved?

You could sell it as a true crime web series.

A companion piece to your book, even?

Not that the book's getting written.

But... okay.

Setting up on your left.

And... how goes the hunt, Detective?

Connecting suspects and motives.

Jen. A wife with marital problems

who wants to get rid of Sam or collect insurance.

Kirk. A fired employee looking for revenge.

Anson. An estranged partner

who wanted to take over the business

and isn't returning any of my calls.

Neighbor Frank.

Who confessed to it, but it just doesn't feel right.

And there's this.

What's that?

It's a partial logo on a hoodie the killer was wearing.

Does it look familiar?

The arches look like a ceremonial emblem,

but the inner lining looks more like

an ancient sigil seal or something.

It feels like I've seen it somewhere recently.

I've definitely seen that truck before.

What truck?

Oh, as it speeds away.

Look, Jen's gone from the campsite.

Could have walked away.

Could have.

Where did you see this truck before?

Uh... archive from my live-feed

that I was filming when we first got into town.

I don't see a license plate though.

Was that guy putting up posters?

Anson.

Pause that, right there. On his windshield.

Can you zoom in?

Follow up question.

Is it just me or does Anson have a Stillwater Creek park pass

on his truck in the main street footage?

Detective Caden, Anson was at the campsite

right after Sam took off.

Maybe he picked Jen up.

Maybe he was the one tampering with the chute.

All pats on the back can be sent directly to me.

Hadley, by the way.

Keep fishing for a compliment, maybe you'll catch one.

Shawn, by the way.

Ah, I know that look.

Hi.

Is Anson available?

He's with a client. Do you have an appointment?

I don't. Could you pencil me in?

I have Thursday at 10:00 AM next week.

Nothing sooner?

Well, sounds good. For Hadley.

That's Hadley with an e-y. Oh! Sorry!

It's fine, just hang on.

Sorry.

I don't know how to deal with any of this kinda stuff.

You always do this, you worry too much.

Listen. You don't have to worry about that anymore.

Lady was just in. Did she come by here?

Jen might be having an affair with Anson,

Sam's business partner. I saw it myself.

This is Hadley by the way.

I'm gonna have to call you back.

Can I help you?

No. All good. Wrong office.

Heard you've been asking about Sam.

No! Yes.

No, um... his mom did ask me to look into things.

And I'm trying to be delicate,

but you and Jen did look closer than friends in there.

What?

No.

Whatever you think you just saw back there...

you didn't. Got it?

See what?

Good.

I don't know if you got my message.

I did. What did you see?

He was holding her hand a little too endearingly.

And you think that that is proof of an affair?

It was the way they were looking at each other.

And his voice changed when I asked him about it,

like he was lying.

And did you know that Sam and Anson had a falling out?

I did.

And as much as I appreciate your texts...

I can't discuss anything with you as it relates to the case.

You even coming in here is dangerously close

to an interference charge.

Fine!

Backing off.

But... Anson wanted to take the business

in a different direction.

They had a fight, add the affair,

plus a literal hostile takeover...

all equals motive to me.

Mmhmm.

What?

Do you have a condition where you feel the need

to say whatever's on your mind constantly?

My parents did make me see a specialist when I was younger.

Oh. Okay.

So, you're headed to Anson's office now?

Yep.

Deception 101.

Single word answers so you don't slip up.

As much fun as this has been, I really need to go.

Are you even gonna tell me what's in the bag?

Nope!

Take comfort in the idea that there are things in life

that you will never know.

You know I can't do that.

Well, have fun!

Right now, my money's on neighbor Frank, the widower.

I'm not even sure if his wife died of natural causes anymore.

As the Italians say.

Oh, nice.

I guess my invite got lost in the mail.

No, not at all.

You're just in time for the first official meeting

of the... clue crew.

Ooh, good hashtag. I like that.

How'd it go at the office?

Well... besides Anson picking Jen up

right after Sam went missing...

apparently they're more than friends.

Shut the front door.

Oh, so we have motive?

I'd say.

And Mom, Anson had a tax looking form at his office, form 1065?

A form you file when dissolving a partnership.

So, Jen and Anson could be in on this together.

Hmm. I'm lactose intolerant.

What a mistake.

Neighbor already left.

What are you doing here?

Fictitious crime fighting, fighting actual crime?

It's news.

I bet you're wondering what's on the security cam.

Yeah.

Buy me dinner?

Besides dinner... what's in it for me?

Well... if I break this,

any picture you take of me will double.

I'll give you an exclusive. Any information you want.

Hmm.

And your agent's still gonna pay me as well?

What?

I figured you knew.

He sent me up here to catch you in action on the case.

You know, drum up a little hype.

Of course he did.

So? What you got? I'm listening.

Hmm. No, I need you to be talking.

What did you see on Jen's neighbor's cam?

Oh. Nothing.

But I did a little asking around.

Earlier in the day, when Sam went missing,

someone showed up to his house...

punching and kicking the door.

Mm-hmm. Sam wasn't home. Door got the worst of it.

Any description of who it was?

Someone looked a lot like...

Kirk?

If only your powers could be used for good instead of evil.

Evil pays more, you know that.

So, what's the detective thinking on all this?

He's playing his cards pretty close to his chest.

But he definitely should know what you found.

He's not gonna talk to me.

You two seem to have a good rapport.

Well, he did tell me to stop texting

and coming by the station. So...

I think we're pretty much on our own here.

Well, a break on the case is good for both of us.

So, I may know a place where you can find him

that's technically not calling, texting or the station.

And where is that?

Okay, everybody remember that mambo translates into shake it!

So do not be afraid to put your hips into it.

Really?

Really?

Ooh, ooh... no, I don't mean to interrupt everyone.

You look amazing out there. Really, very inspiring.

Oh, okay.

Is there anything you don't interrupt?

Oh.

I never would have guessed that that foot was in the bag.

So... you know, you kinda win.

Okay everybody, I'm sure that Miss Warner would be happy

to sign autographs and take pictures after class.

But first, she's gonna join us. Peter...

Yeah!

Oh. No, I don't dance.

A little help!

Oh, you need a lot of help.

But as in life, here if you stumble,

just make it part of the...

Oh!

Dance.

Since when are you a dance teacher?

I took over from my mom after, uh...

Oh, I'm sorry. She would be very proud.

She was my biggest fan.

Hmm.

What's not to like?

Are you buttering me up to try to get more info?

Is it working?

Don't look down.

Ooh!

You don't listen very well, do you?

It's usually one of my strengths.

Okay. Keep eye contact.

Listen to the music. Don't rush it and don't...

Ooh!

Attack it.

Oh!

Speaking of attacking...

Kirk was at Sam's house punching the door

the day he died.

Anson's been warning me to keep my mouth shut.

Jen's not answering calls or the door.

Maybe she skipped town?

I already knew that.

Almost as if it was part of my job.

Almost impressive.

Almost charming.

You see, listening has its advantages.

What?

- Question? - Mm-hmm.

When we met, you said idear... instead of idea.

Like a New Yorker.

And you said I wouldn't wait on line instead of in line.

You left Mystic?

You are a good TV cop.

So...

we both left small towns for big dreams and got sucked back in.

Mm-hmm.

My mom got sick, I came back here.

My uncle, who was also the police chief,

gave me a desk job and...

You forgot about the dream of...

You got me.

Detective.

Oh! Excuse me.

Caden.

Yeah.

Anson. Yeah, I'll be right there.

What's happening?

You not interfering with my case.

Good night!

Mr. Erickson, I appreciate it.

If I could just preface the interview...

I'd like to just remind the detective of Mr. Erickson's

standing in the community

and the influence his father has

in making this town what it's become.

Translation, you can get me fired.

Well, translate it however you want.

Okay. Well, if it's okay with your client,

I'd like to ask him why he's been avoiding my calls

and any contact since our first interview.

My best friend just died.

Sorry if I wasn't in the mood to chit chat.

But don't you maybe wanna help catch the person

that killed him?

I already told you everything I know.

Okay. So is it true that, uh...

you and Sam wanted to take the company in different directions?

Yeah. We wanted to go in different ways.

Fell out a bit.

Things got heated?

It was always heated for Sam.

He had a short temper,

said a lot of mean things to anyone and everyone.

Ended a lot of people's career on a whim.

Always a power kick for him.

Right.

Hey, when was the last time you were at the campground?

You don't have to answer that.

I wasn't there when he went missing,

if that's what you're implying.

Before then, I don't know.

Hadn't been in that area maybe four or five years.

Okay.

You see what's interesting to me is, last time we spoke,

you said that you and Sam went to the campground

all the time to hike.

And... a witness saw your truck that day picking up his wife.

That could've been anyone's truck.

You see, there's only two trucks of that make and model

registered in this state.

And the other owner?

He was 600 miles away at the time.

Look... you were Sam's friend.

By some accounts, his best friend.

Tell the truth.

For Sam.

Sam just left Jen there. Alright?

She had no way to get home, so yeah,

I went there and I picked her up.

And then?

Then we went looking for him. Couldn't find him.

Knew sooner or later, we'd become suspects.

Because of the affair?

Listen...

Please don't answer that.

I'm gonna stop you right there before you perjure yourself.

I've triangulated your calls.

I found dozens of calls to Jen leading up to that time.

Do you know how this looks?

Yeah, exactly why I kept my mouth shut.

Smart.

That way, Jen can get the inheritance

and you can take over the business.

Okay, we're done here.

I love Jen more than anything.

And I know how this looks but I didn't kill my best friend.

Then who did?

Like I said, he had a short temper.

Could be anyone.

Okay. Help me out.

Make a list of all the people that you and Sam recommended

to be fired over the last six months.

Uh... Mom?

You okay?

I knew I'd seen this somewhere before.

The first day we got here.

Is anyone else seeing the similarity?

Uh... maybe.

So the killer's in the Army?

Or was.

Or just has access to the base?

Town's full of Army people, though.

Yeah, but only one that's a suspect.

That tall dude from the diner.

The same one that has a restraining order against him.

The same dude that tried to break into Sam's door

the day he died.

Uh, what's his name?

Kirk Brown.

Look at you two go.

My little kids growing into super sleuths.

The cozy town bringing us together!

Mom, are you crying?

No, you're crying.

What can I get you?

We have regular or decaf.

I'll take half of both, if that's a thing.

It is now.

Look, before you start with any more questions...

I need to apologize.

You do?

Sam's mom asked me to help,

so I wasn't leaving any stone unturned.

I'm excitable and that pushes people away. You know?

I get it.

And now with Anson being questioned as the main suspect

and the case winding down,

the only thing the cops would wanna know from you

is where you were at the time that Sam died.

Well, I already told them I was at home

and probably drank too much

and then I went to the centre for trivia night.

Yeah, exactly.

And you had to get there at 7:00 because it fills up.

I saw that myself.

But the thing is, Mel says that you didn't arrive

until way past 8:00 that Friday.

It could've been those pre-game drinks at home.

I'm pretty sure it was around 7:00.

Well, if the cops do show up, you just have to make sure

you have an alibi for being home that night.

Did you order anything in?

You know, any receipts or something?

No, I was by myself.

Not that I drink by myself that often.

No judgment.

Mel did mention that you were pretty happy.

That's an understatement.

How many happies we talking?

Enough I can't remember.

That's probably why you don't remember coming in

way past 8:00 instead of the 7:00

that you told them.

Maybe the reason you don't remember anything at all.

Not even killing Sam.

I think I'd remember that.

Look... I was angry,

and I definitely wanted to hit him that day,

but at no point would I ever kill him or anyone.

Hello?

Hello?

Jen?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

The door was open, I'm just checking everyone's okay.

Look, I know you've been leading the detectives to me,

but next time have actual evidence,

so they can charge and hold me.

Err... I mean, I know your truck was at the campsite,

but I wasn't trying to...

Just stop!

I know you've played cop on TV,

but this is the real world.

And in the real world, real people get hurt.

Are you threatening me?

Just the truth. Leave us alone.

He didn't do it.

Then give me something so I can find who did.

So far, all your help has gotten us

is both getting interrogated.

So, thank you... but no thank you.

Well, that's a fair point.

Keep on picking.

You know it.

Ready for bowling?

I feel like I'm under dressed.

What's in the bag?

Nothing.

Which means definitely something.

You brought your own bowling shoes?

Hey! Foot fungus affects

up to 14 percent of the population. Okay?

It's a silent killer.

Go be great. Be home on time.

Don't worry,

I'll get murder boy back to the murder house on time.

Love your faces!

Love yours, too.

How's my favorite client?

Checking in how the writing's coming.

It's not.

If we don't deliver on time, opportunity goes away. So...

So, don't worry. I'm on it.

Hey.

You murdered my murder board.

I need a drink.

Well, hey there.

First of all, I am loving that badge.

Second... what is going in that head of yours right now?

It just doesn't feel solved.

You nailed it.

Anson killed Sam to take over the business

and live happily ever after with Jen.

No, Jen was sincere.

So she's definitely not involved.

And we've got the problem of the Army logo.

Why would Anson be wearing it if he's the killer?

Honestly, I have no idea.

But why don't you let Shawn figure that out?

This is your pre-credits epilogue scene.

You know, that really nice fuzzy moment with a juicy hook

to bring the audience back for the next episode.

Cue the theme song and fade to black.

Enjoy the moment, Hadley.

Even if the only one that has an Army connection is Kirk?

Or is there someone else? It is an Army town.

Did we miss someone? Like in the sky-dying episode?

The killer right in front of my eyes the whole time,

like an inside man.

What?

Me? Come on! Are you serious?

Maybe I'm just overtired.

Yeah.

I mean, you told me that you're an Army brat when we first met,

so maybe that's just stuck in my head.

Okay.

You don't still have access to the base, do you?

No, I don't.

See? So it's not you.

No, it's not me.

But I am your number one fan, and a friend, I thought.

You are.

But... let's see if I have this straight.

But I'm a Crimetimer who's watched every single episode.

An armchair expert.

Maybe I'm an obsessed fan

who is dying to live out an episode in real life.

Hadley, come on.

I'm delusional, but I'm not that delusional.

The glue... when you made the murder board.

Okay. What about it?

Nothing. The drink is probably getting to my head.

Needs more matcha.

Yeah.

You know what? I'm gonna go.

Make sure you lock the door behind me

so I can't sneak back in when you think I'm gone.

Sorry, it's just...

You don't really know me. So... I get it.

I'll see you around.

Bax, wait!

I'm sorry!

Get here now.

You know I never understood it, McGowan.

Understood what?

Why they creep up behind, cock the gun, pause.

You can just shoot, you know.

You must've been working a security contract with the Army,

which would've put you on the base regularly.

How did you get that?

You said you work jobs for everyone.

From gas stations to the government.

I recognized the logo

because I saw it when I first arrived in town.

And then on the hoodie at the campground.

And then you said that you haven't been making much money

because the young are pushing the older

out of the security game.

Which led to my review.

All of it bringing us right here.

You're stalling.

No, I'm trying to help you.

Sam got you fired.

Maybe because they wanted to hire someone

that wasn't aging out of the business.

And Sam would be easy to track on his socials.

You cut the chute lines and you glued them back together

with the same glue

you leant Bax to do the murder board, I assume.

And then you just waited.

I get it.

I mean, I get why.

Oh, you do?

I know what it's like to lose something

that you've put all of yourself into

to be replaced by something or someone

wanting newer, edgier, whatever.

I know how it feels to lose everything.

All in a day.

The only difference is I don't have the celebrity

or a bank account to fall back on.

My wife even took my kids!

Please. Let me fix this for you.

Ahhhh!

Drop it or I drop you.

You got the crime, I got the time, buddy.

Hadley.

Hey.

Hadley. Hadley.

This is why I should have won the Emmy.

Wait, did you just quote my show?

What? No.

No. I was in the moment.

I do have some notes.

Ah...

How'd I do with the drink?

It's...

Bax-tastic?

Couldn't have said it better.

Wow.

Maybe all that time in Hollywood was worth something, eh?

I mean, I was just gonna think something

that could really make a difference.

Grandma D, we talked about this.

Talked about what?

I was always proud of you.

I taped every episode

so I could rewatch and show it to my friends.

I just didn't want you to leave like your dad did for the city.

And I was worried that the career wasn't stable enough.

And... I'm sorry.

But your career premonition wasn't that far off.

Hmm... true.

And she's back.

Just like my followers.

Even some of the kids at school are on it.

They invited me out.

Everyone's loving the idea of a crime-solving family...

with the teaser that I put together.

Who knew that helping people could be so beneficial?

Literally everyone but you.

How's my favorite client?

Ratings kryptonite.

Not anymore. Our plan worked.

Our plan?

We have meetings waiting for you here.

Publisher wants to move forward with the full book.

Producers are circling.

I don't have a phone with a literal hook,

but if I did, it'd be ringing off of it right now.

Hadley Warner's back with a vengeance.

How soon can you get to L.A.?

We're all just settling in here.

Can I call you back?

What?

So... um... they want us to go back to L.A.

L.A.? We just got here.

Oh, so...

it's okay if we maybe stick around for a little bit?

I guess it couldn't hurt.

Because... wherever we are is home, right?

Are you crying, Mom?

No, you're crying.

And me too a little bit.

License and registration.

Oh, I swear I was going the speed limit, Officer.

You can just call me Hadley.

Well, apparently you can call me... real cop.

Looks like they got your good side.

Which implies I have a bad side?

Oh no, I didn't... I didn't mean...

So you're just here to talk about how much you love my show?

Well, love is a... an extreme word.

And I do have some notes.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Coffee?

I am more of a matcha latte,

raw almond coconut milk kinda guy myself.

See, I know you're mocking me,

but you don't know what you're missing.

Hmm.

So what you got for me, Caden?

Okay. When a detective walks into a crime scene,

you do not pull out a tiny little flashlight

and start searching for clues, we just turn on the lights.

Yeah.

Also, I am gonna need your badge back.

Why? 'Cause I'm reckless?

Relentless?

Brilliantly driven?

A loose cannon?

No. Mostly because it's against the law

to impersonate an officer.

Oh, that checks out.