All language subtitles for My Life Is Murder S05E01 Gimme an M

(ANNA CODDINGTON'S 'KATUAREHE')

- Beep, beep!
Walkers coming through.

10 K to go, girls,
and the G&Ts are on me.

- Where are you ladies headed?
- All the way.

Right. Shall we pick up the pace?

- ♪ ...ko koe.

♪ Taihoa koe

♪ e whai e

♪ tama kei hinga kei

♪ whara koe.

- Do you know you can walk
from one side of New Zealand
to the other in less than a day?

- I guess if you find a skinny bit.

- No, the Coast to Coast Walkway
goes from that harbour there to the
Manukau Harbour just beyond... there.

What do you say, Harry? I reckon
we could do with a challenge.

- Really?
Well, here's one I prepared earlier.

Wyatt Rutherford, retired pro-rugby
player turned fitness influencer.

He died in his ice bath in his home
gym during his three-times-a-week
fitness routine,

which he always livestreamed, which
is what he was doing when he slipped
under the water and stayed there.

- His fans watched him die?
- Yep. 100,000-odd.

They sounded the alarm, but by
the time the ambulance arrived...

- So a medical event
leading to drowning?

- You'd think, but there was
a lethal amount of fentanyl
in his system.

- So pro-sportsman leaves pro-sports
and decides to catch up on all
the partying he's been missing.

- Not according to this social
media page that's popped up.

- #StayceeDeservesAnswers.
Who's Staycee?

- Staycee Winstone ― she's the star
flyer of the Air Attack cheer squad.

Nice and high!

- Her and Wyatt were quite
the celebrity-influencer couple.

OK, so where
wasshewhen he died?

- Training with the rest
of the squad ― solid alibi,
no links to party drugs,

which I guess is why this online
swarm of Staycee and Wyatt fans
are on the murder trail.

- I thought you wanted a challenge?
- Not that hard.

Well, the hobbyists
have a prime suspect.

- Why are you even entertaining them?
- Because they've got a point.

We searched Wyatt's place up
and down, and we couldn't find

any evidence that he was
a drug user, even occasionally.

- So who do these Scooby Doos
think Scooby done it?
- This guy, Terrence Scott.

He's a sports agent. He represents
both the entire Air Attack squad
and also poor old Wyatt.

- Why would he want
one of his clients dead?

- His fans are lapping up Staycee's
heartbreak, and Wyatt's old streams
are going gangbusters.

- Come on, you think he killed
his client for publicity?
- I thinkit's worth a look.

And hey, you crack this, and you
could have your own podcast series.

- It'll all end in tears ―
and not mine.

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All right, guys...

Reckon I can beat
my PB of six minutes?

It's on.

- Let the shrinkage begin.
- That's a bit personal, isn't it?
The guy's dead.

- Blood vessels, Madison,
blood vessels. Gah...

I love you, Stayce.

Doing this for you, babe.

Whew! Oh, breathing!

Breathing.

- The comments are
starting to go crazy.
- Hm.

- Yeah, he seemed pretty lucid
before he got into the bath.

He must have taken
the drugs just prior.

- After the 10-K run and before
he started live-casting.

There was no evidence
of pills in his stomach.

Could've drunk it,
I guess... or a patch?

- Which the police didn't find.

He doesn't look like a druggie
and neither does Staycee.

I mean, God, look at them.
They're perfect.

- What do the online detectives say?

- Oh, that the manager did it,
just because they don't trust him.

There was a whole heap of theories
about the Illuminati.

- I think we need to talk to someone
with actual skin in the game.

- Mate, there's only
so many opportunities,

and then you're lucky to get a seat
in the commentator's box or―
or some board or...

Uh-huh. Yeah, no, not a billboard,
bro, like, a board of trustees
or something.

OK. Bye.

Alexa Crowe. Terrence Scott.

- How'd you do?
- Oh. Come in, come in, come in.

- Wow. This is some office.
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm going for a vibe,

one that says, 'Sign with me
and all this could be yours.'

- Really, from sports?
- Oh yeah. Yeah, athletes,
they're the original celebrities.

Yeah, forget the― the actors
and all those show ponies.

I mean, Black Caps, All Blacks,
those guys, they have the real,
tangible talent.

So, Alexa... I am an open book.

Cos you're a journo, right?
- Uh, police consultant.

- Why did I think you're a journo?
- Cos I said that to get in here.

Tell me about Wyatt Rutherford.

- Uh...
- Uh, Wyatt― Yeah, he was, um...

Well, he was on
the cusp of great things.

- And he left pro-rugby
at the peak of his career.

- Yeah, one too many concussions,
high risk of CTE,

so he― he channelled―
he channelled everything
into his influencer career.

- What about Staycee Winstone?
- Oh, she's a― she's a real sweetie.

I mean, she's heartbroken...
of course, devastated.

- Mm. That's a good story,
'Heartbroken and devastated,'
lots of clicks. Yeah.

Did you know that there's a, uh―
a group of online crime fans who
think thatyoumurdered Wyatt?

Well...

I got a thick skin, and besides,
you know there's no such thing as
bad publicity, cos Wyattwas, um...

He was dull. He was obsessed
with fitness and clean living.

Yawn. I mean― And the positive
affirmations, I mean, come on, bro.

Make it stop.
- Someone did.

- Yeah. You know what happened then?
Subscribers through the roof.

Staycee, she was a minor celebrity,
and now, what, almost a household
name.

- You've convinced me ― you benefited
hugely from Wyatt's death.
- Sure. Yeah, sure.

Wyatt is more interesting dead than
he was alive, but no one was more
surprised by that thanme, so...

if you think that I, um...

I killed my client
for the publicity,

then you are crediting me
with fortune-telling powers
that I wish I had.

- Thanks for your time.
- So good to meet you.

- ♪ Whoo! Come on.

♪ I say you gotta get it rollin'!
- ♪ Ooh-oh!

- Nice. Keep that flow going.

- Hello.

- Five, six, seven, eight.

- I'm Alexa Crowe.

- Push it!

Nice, good.

Beautiful, Staycee.

- I work with the police,
double-checking things

when, um, you know,
there's questions around a death.

- Is this about Wyatt Rutherford?
- Mm.

- Mindy, face, please.
We've talked about this!
- Sorry, Coach.

- And lift.

Great, girls. Much better.

- Respect, seriously.

- Bit different to my day.
- We were strictly regarded as the eye candy,

but these girls are more skilled
than the team they cheer for.

Better.

Greer Reid. Coach and manager.

- Big game coming up?
- We're in off-season,
so it's competitions.

We're off to the world's in two
months, got a good shot
at winning too.

Hold.

- Good.

- Did Staycee know
that Wyatt was into drugs?
- Of course not.

- Well, from their socials,
you'd think they were
together every second.

- Unless she was training,
which we do a lot. Wyatt was on
the scrapheap. His career wasover.

Maybe he was secretly
taking the edge off.
- Terrence doesn't think so.

Strange bedfellows, you two.

- After a lifetime of being thrown
crumbs by sporting bodies,

there's a lot female sport can learn
from the Terrences of this world.
- Very diplomatic, Greer.

- ♪ Whoo!

♪ Come on!

- 16, 17...

When it burns,
you know it's working.

- Hey. Wyatt Rutherford,
have you ever watched his streams?
- Nah, I don't do fitness.

Sure, Reuben. God.

- Hey, is that why Alexa's
been hassling me about
this Coast to Coast Walk?

- Oh, yeah. She's decided we're all
walking from one side of Aotearoa
to the other. It's―

- Nah. I like to spend
my days off with my feet up.

- Have you told her that?
- I'll get around to it.

- Oh God, look at Wyatt and
Staycee's gorgeous bathroom.

How do I get to be a part of
an influencer couple and
lead a perfect life?

- Wait, you want people taking
photos of you while you're
having a wash?

- They're influencers, Reuben.
Nothing's real.

Although that chandelier might be.

Oh my God, look at their bedroom!
I want that bed linen.
- Yeah, well...

It's gorgeous.

- I know what you're doing ―
investigating Wyatt's death, right?

I saw you talking to Coach,
and I thought to myself, 'Yes!
Finally, someone's listeningto me.'

I'm Laurel. #StayceeDeservesAnswers.
I'm part of it.

- Well, I'm Alexa Crowe.
- Super cool name.
- Mm.

OK, I'm sorry. I've just gotta get―
Oh, um, be warned...

...she's not that into
the #StayceeDeservesAnswers thing,
like, she may deserve them, but

I don't
know if she wants them.

- Tell me this ― does Staycee still
live at the house she shared
with Wyatt?

- Oh. Uh, where he was murdered?
No. She stays with Mindy,
Greer's daughter.

- Greer has a daughter...
on the squad?
- Uh-huh.

If you need help, Alexa...
just call.
- Thanks.

I will.

- Oh, hey, don't you need
my number? OK, well...

0-2-1... whodunit. I made that
myself. Anyway, just find me
on the system.

- 19, 20...

- Here you go, babe.
- Thanks, babe.

Oh, damn.

It's super tasty.

- Death by protein shake?
- This isn't the day of. Staycee
wasn't anywhere near that day.

Plus, surely, Harry's team
tested all the supplements.
- Let's ask him.

Hello, Harry.
- Kia ora. Shall we?

- Please.
- We'll go round the back.

You know, we have been here already,
turned the place upside down.

- You wanted fresh eyes.
You've got fresh eyes.

- And I have to see
that sexy, sexy bathroom.

- Their supplements were all clean.

- OK, I'm big-time needing to see
some of those gorgeous sponsored
products.

- No, we need to find where
an influencer would stash
his heavy-duty opioids,

somewhere no one, including
the police, would think to look.

- Nothing in the ceiling cavities,
no loose panels in the walls.

- Are you sure this is
Wyatt's house? I can't
find the sexy bathroom.

Oh yeah, maybe it's an en suite.
Which way is it to Wyatt's room?
- Uh, we're standing in it.

I beg to differ.

Aw, hell no. Navy sheets?

- Red flag, right?

She's giving me unsolicited
dating advice.

- Always a red flag
when you're going home
with a guy for the first time.

- What's wrong with a navy sheet?
- Oh God, there's nothing worse ―
except for no top sheet.

OK, no, this place is giving me
100% bachelor pad vibes.

- Crimes against interior design
aren't exactly evidence.

- Ah, Harry, there is
one thing the police missed.

Wyatt may have lived here,
but not with Staycee.

- Look, we did go through here, obviously.

- Mads.

The gorgeous linen you were after.
- We were looking for opioids.

This just looks like
they didn't get around
to unpacking when they moved in.

- Mm-hm.

- Hang on.

- The wallpaper.

- Look, I know that influencers'
lives are curated, but this
is next level.

- Cos Wyatt and Staycee
weren't an influencer couple.

They weren't a couple at all.
- Oh man, it wasn't a romance.
It was a showmance.

What could possibly go wrong

Reality check, Tad,
you get five rings tattooed
on your chest,

you don't get up in the morning
for less than 10 grand.

- Well, you did say you're
an open book, Terrence.

And by the way, so is your computer.

- Delia?
- She wasn't here when I came in.

Listen, I hate to intrude,
but I just wanted to find out
whether it was true,

that you orchestrated a phoney love
affair between Wyatt and Staycee.

- Yeah. All I see is a legally
binding contract ― consensual,
above-board, confidential.

- You might wanna rethink
that password then.

- You know, a marketing vehicle
is not a crime, Alexa.

- What if someone wants out?
- An exit strategy? Well, that's
the first thing we lock down.

If everyone's on the same page,
then there's no problem.
- Unless someone gets murdered.

So... what do the rest
of the cheer squad

think about this?
- Well, I refer you back
to 'confidential'.

Hey, why are you here?
You still think I drugged my own
client, yeah? Let him drown?

- You storylined everything
else in his life.

- Like I said, the guy was boring.
- Too dull for a secret drug habit.

- Oh yeah, yeah,
I see what you're saying.

- Then why aren't
you asking any questions?

You just accept what happened,
sit back and count the piles of
subscribers and sponsorship deals

for poor grieving Staycee?
- Well, that is my job.

- Doesn't look awesome,
though, and you're all about
the optics, aren't you?

- Hey, what's your badge number, love?

- Oh, I don't have a badge any more.
And the name's Alexa ―
A-L-E-X-A, not L-O-V-E.

Yeah, and don't worry,
I'm outta here.
- Good.

- There's a fibbing cheerleader
I wanna talk to.
- Hey, you leave Staycee alone!

- It's not some big conspiracy.
It was a career move.

- Well, I dunno, living a lie seems
kind of exhausting, Staycee. I mean,
deceiving all your team-mates?

- Until cheerleaders make as much
as rugby players, I need to work on
my brand and take everyopportunity.

- Sounds like Terrence talking.
- And? He's the best
in the business.

- That's what he said.

You ever see Wyatt
taking recreational drugs?

- No, but we hardly ever hung out.
- Oh right, only when
you were taking photos.

Hey, where was Wyatt's fake bathroom?

Cos my colleague was really
disappointed when she couldn't
find a chandelier in his real one.

- Uh, Valentine's Day post
was at Terrence's place.
It's his bathroom.

- And none of the rest of the squad
know? You never confided
in any of them?

- The whole point was that everyone
thought we were together.
- Right, yeah.

See, Terrence says that interest in
all of this is has just soared since
Wyatt live-streamed hisown death.

You know, apparently, you've become
something of a household name.

- I really have to get back
to training. Sorry.

- Push it. Four more.

Three, two, one.

Nice work.

- Mindy?

Hi. Alexa Crowe. Maybe you've
heard that I'm investigating
Wyatt Rutherford's death.

I'd like to ask you
a couple of questions.

- Apparently you've already decided
that Staycee killed Wyatt.

Oh, that's what she got from
our little chat?

Well, she's very sensitive.

- Well, her boyfriend just died,
and someone's asking a bunch of
questions. I'd be sensitive too.

- Right. Or she could be glad
that I'm asking questions.

Unless Wyatt's secret drug
habit was common knowledge.
- He didn't have a... He...

Staycee and Wyatt were role models.
- So what happened?

No idea.

Uh...

- What about you?
How well did you know Wyatt? Anyone?

- So they all... ghosted you?

- Every single one of them.
'Don't talk to the mean old lady
asking questions.'

Why are you smiling? It's not funny.
It makes them look guilty.

- Uh, Bullfrog47 thinks that Wyatt
is alive and well and working
at his local tyre shop.

- Stop reading
#StayceeDeservesAnswers.

- Do I have to remind you
that I was the one who
noticed the fake bedroom?

- Oh yeah, so could you please
follow up with the fellow who
thinks that Wyatt was killed

because he was about to reveal
the truth about chemtrails?

- Speaking of trails, are we,
um, still going on that hike?

- Yes. Well, Reuben has piked,
but Mads is a team player.

- Uh, no, I'm not.
- What's your excuse?
I simply don't want to.

- Well, if you're not going, you
better make yourself useful. Go and
make friends with the cheerleaders.

- I can try.
What am I finding out?
- If murder is a team sport.

- Hi. Maddie Buchanan, women's
sports and lifestyle blogger.

Terrence from Team TS asked me
to drop by, write something up
about your lead-up to the worlds.

- Oh.
- He didn't mention it to me.

Oh, he didn't? OK. Do you
want me to give him a call?

- This―
- No, no. I want him
to leave us alone to train.

- Look, I promise I won't distract.
I'm actually excited to see
the squad in action.

- Yeah. I'll, uh...
I'll make sure they're free
to chat in their first break.

- Thank you.

- ♪ I say you gotta get it rollin'!
- Three, four, five tight,
seven, squeeze.

One, look, three, look, five
together, seven. One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, eight.

- ♪ You can do it!

Right. Up.

How many times are you gonna
watch this guy work out?

The opioid was absorbed
through the skin somehow. I'm just
trying to see what I'm missing.

Like, what's in that jar on
the shelf behind him? Is it
some kind of supplement?

- I'm the espresso guy, Alexa,
not the supplement guy.

I love you, Stayce.

- I like my water to be 39 degrees
and in a hot tub. No way I'm going
anywhere near that.

- Oh.

Oh!

Reuben, thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

- Cheer's changed a lot, but
the old stereotypes linger, right?

- I'm too busy encouraging
my team-mates to think about that.

- So there's no rivalries,
squabbling, bitchiness?

Would you ask
male athletes the same question?

- All right, I get your point,
Mindy, and I would ask them...

if there had
been an unexplained death
connected to a male sports team.

- You wanna know about Wyatt.

No one cares about
our success, the fact that
we're on our way to worlds.

- No. No, I care.
That's why I'm asking.

I get that it must have taken
a toll. I'm sorry if I've upset you.
- It's just...

there was this cop here yesterday
asking a bunch of questions, like
we'd done something wrong.

- And have you?

I'm just kidding.

You're Mindy Reid, right?
You're the coach's daughter?

- So? I legitimately earned
my place in the squad, and no,
I don't get any special treatment.

- Noted.

- Hey, 'Maddie'.
- Oh!

Hi. This bag is so cool.
I just wanted to check out what
brand it is.

- You're investigating...
with Alexa Crowe, aren't you?

I'm Laurel.
Alexa would have mentioned me.

- Oh, yeah, sure.
Um, how can I help you, Laurel?

- Actually,
it's about me helping you.

- You're MurderQueen123,
the site administrator for
#StayceeDeservesAnswers?

- Wow. You're good.
- You posted a picture
of this last night.

Oh, right.

Well, I was meant to show Alexa
this, but the girls made a pact
not to talk to her.

- Which girls?
- The squad.

- Uh, but whose idea
exactly was it to block Alexa?

What is up with you, anyways?

- What do you think?
People are asking questions.

Just make sure that
you're giving them the right answer.

- It's a two-way street, Mindy.
Wyatt was the weak link, not me.

- I didn't see Mindy or Staycee
anywhere on your detective board.

- Well, that's because
Staycee was his girlfriend,
and Mindy's her bestie.

They can't have been involved.

Thanks for coming, Terrence.

- You said if I didn't,
you'd break a window.
- I was exaggerating.

Could get into this place
with a credit card and
a broken bit of plastic.

- I don't understand why I'm here.
- Cos we still haven't located
where the opioid came from.

- And how am I meant to know?
- Dunno, maybe you gave it to him.

- Or maybe you're playing games, and
I don't like game-players, Alexa.

- This from
a sports-star manager ― nice.

The police took all the supplements
and checked out the contents
of the fridge,

but what are we missing, Terry?

You know, there's one thing
that Wyatt touches in the video.

The water.
- So, what, drugs in the bathwater?

- Wyatt started every
ice bath from scratch.

He'd start the live cast,
turn on the hose, and then
do reps and stretching,

so nobody could have
put drugsinthe water.

- If you say so.
- But guess what.

Fentanyl is freezable and absorbable
through contact with human skin.

It's the ice, Terry. Someone poured
liquid opioid all over the ice.

And you know what that means?
They just had to wait.

- So Wyatt poured his own
death bath? Geez, poor bloke.

- You know what else that means?
Whoever did it, could've―must've
done it days before days before.

Days before, Terry.

Now, your cheerleaders all
said that they were together,
training, on the day he died.

None of them had come here.

Crap.

- Exactly.

Not one of them has a solid alibi.

I knew those cheerleaders were
blocking me, and now I know why.
- Mm.

So Wyatt died... on a Wednesday.

He ran his usual 10 K's, he returned
to his gym, and he started
his usual live stream.

- Put four buckets of ice
into the water.

- But he did exactly the same two
days earlier on Monday, finishing
with six minutes in the ice bath.

His live feed finished
at 11.30 in the morning.

- So between 11.30 on Monday
and 10am on Wednesday, somebody
poisoned the ice in his freezer.

Yeah. Well, that's almost
48 hours, could've been anyone.

Mm. Terrence reckons he was
watching time trials in Wellington...

...some swimmer he wants to sign.
- That's easy enough to confirm.

- Morning.
- Hey. What you got?

- Express service.
Do you always let him do that?

- Hey. Oh! Traces of fentanyl. Cool.
- Correct, but you knew
you would be.

I'll get the team
to get new statements.
- No, leave that to us, Harry.

It's time we got
some straight answers from
some very dodgy cheerleaders.

Where were you between 11.30
on Monday morning and 10am on
Wednesday the week that Wyatt died?

- Waiheke Island. Chloe Rogers
had a Pink Ribbon slumber party.

- Uh...

- Chloe's Pink Ribbon
slumber party...

- I was at Chloe's slumber party.

- ...uh...

- We were on Waiheke Island
for Chloe Rogers' Pink Ribbon
slumber party on.

- ...uh...

- ...on Waiheke.

- With the girls
at Chloe's slumber party.

- Oh! I threw slumber party.

- So was there really a Pink Ribbon
slumber party, or are they just
covering for one another?

- Oh come on, Alexa, there isn't
a single girl in the squad capable
of what you're suggesting.

It was a fundraiser.
Their socials will be full
of the party, if you wanna check.

- You were there?
- Not if you paid me.

If we weren't training,
I would have been in Whangarei.

My dad died a few months ago,
so I head up there once a week
to pack up the house.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Well, it was time.
He was old and in a lot of pain.

- Doesn't make it any easier.
- The real challenge is dealing
with the years' worth of hoarding.

I mean,
who needs 20 shower caps?

- Which one is Mindy's?
- Uh, it's not cool to go
look at other girls stuff.

- Well, except when we are on
an official investigation
right, MurderQueen?

- Yeah, but...

- You know, Laurel, when
I first met you, I thought,
'Here is someone smart and brave

'and committed
to seeing justice done.'
- I am.

- Good, because we need to know
why Staycee called Wyatt the 'weak
link' and what she did about it.

I need a― a phone, Laurel,
or a tablet or a laptop.

- Yes.
Oh man,
this is so dodgy.

- Don't mind me.

How's it going?
- What are you doing?

- She's just making a copy,

and don't worry ―
she will delete it right after.

Hey, Laurel, you were at
the slumber party too, I'm assuming.

- Um, yes. Look, I don't think Mindy
or Staycee did anything to Wyatt.

They're my teammates, my mentors.

Sorry, this is a lot.

- And you've been very helpful.
- You really have. Thanks.

- OK, Mindy Reid.
What have we got?

Well, she doesn't have much
of a social media following.
- Unlike her bestie.

- Oh, OK.

- What?

- Guess which cheerleader
was exchanging extremely
non-platonic messages

with Wyatt for several months
before he died?

- Mindy, Mindy, Mindy.
- There were three people
in that bogus relationship,

two of whom
were actually having sex.

- In the real bedroom, not
the showmance bedroom, I'm guessing.
- Ugh, the navy sheets. Ugh.

Morning, Staycee.

- Did you know that Wyatt was having
a hot and heavy affair with one
of your friends, MindyReid?

Wait,
I'm gonna take that as a yes.

- Sure.
- I knew, and I didn't care.

I wasn't into Wyatt. Mindy thought
he was amazing. It was a win-win.

- I didn't see her put any of those
little heart emojis on your post.

- She knew what she was getting
into. We were all happy.

- But would you be happy
if he dumped you for one
of your pals, fake or not?

- Have you seen my followers?
- I can get big sponsors on my own.

- Sure you can ― now.
Evidently, people can't get
enough of grieving widows.

I mean, that wasn't my experience,
but I was a bit prickly back then.

- I don't have a contract that
says I have to talk to you,
so get out of my face.

- Yeah, that's what I was like.

Let's go again!

OK, girls, line it up,

faces on. We're going full out.

- ♪ Whoo! Whoo!
- Three, four, five,
six, seven, eight.

- ♪ Come on!
- One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, on the spot.

One, two, move it back.
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, clap it out.

One, two, three...
- You have been
holding out on me, hm?

What happened when you realised
Wyatt was getting it on
with the wrong cheerleader?

- Hey, I don't know what it is
that you think you know, but
I can assure you that whatev―

Ah, damn it. Damn it.
I meant to delete these things.

Yeah, sure. Fine, so Wyatt and Mindy
were seeing each other on the sly,

but they― it wasn't serious.
- Well, Mindy is using the L-word.
- She...

She was pressuring him to ditch
the showmance and become
a proper couple.

- And?
- - So Wyatt asked to be released from his contract.

- What did you do?
- Well, I gave him a reality check ―

'You can't go public with Staycee's
best friend. You'd be painted as
a love rat.'

- Plus, he was in breach of contract so I could sue his sue his arse.
- - Nice

- It's business. It's not personal.
So Wyatt ditches Mindy and, uh,
happily goes back to thestatus quo.

- Leaving Mindy with a broken
heart... and a score to settle.

- Oh, shit.
Hey, how did that happen?

My tailbone.

- Looks like Mindy's off
her catching game.

- Where is your brain,
Mindy, where?!

- I'm sorry.
- When will you stop thinking about
yourself and be a part of theteam?

I am. I am.

Do you know why this happened?

You've been distracting my team
at the most crucial point
in their year.

- Greer, hey, Greer, the girls know
not to post this on socials, right?

- Oh, just pipe down, Terrence.
As if I care.

- Hey, I'm just saying,
it's not a good look, is it?

- We don't have accidents,
and we don't make mistakes.

- Are you saying
this could be deliberate?

- Why don't you make
yourself useful and get her
the hell away from me?

- Looks like you might wanna make
a run for it, Alexa.
- Sure thing.

- It was a mistake.

- Yeah, what distracted you?

- I don't have to talk to you.
- Where were you before Wyatt died?

Cos I'm damn sure there's no evidence
of you getting on a ferry to Waiheke.

I know you were with him.
You loved him.

- He loved me,
too, no matter what that scumbag
Terrence says.

- And yet Wyatt chose
the contract over you.

So you went there to, what, talk?

- We wanted to be
together, and we would have been
if Terrence hadn't bullied him...

Yes, I went over for one last time.

- And?
- And that's it. We slept together,
I cried, and I left in the morning.

- Mindy,

did you touch the ice for
his ice bath before you left?

- The― The drug was in the ice?
- And you were there. You see,
you had motive and opportunity.

- I did not kill Wyatt. I loved him.

I just said goodbye.
- Well, unless somebody else
was there with you two.

Someone else was there?

- No.
- Who was it, Mindy? Tell me.

- Leave me the hell alone.

- Now is not the time
to fall on your sword.
- Leave me the hell alone!

- It's fresh.
- Thank you.

I love bread.
- Well, Alexa's sourdough
is the best.

- Can I get you a tea or coffee?
- No thanks, Laurel.

Aren't you supposed to be resting?
- Oh, TBH, with the bruised coccyx,
moving is better thansitting.

They said I could sit
on an inflatable ring,
but that's just embarrassing.

- Has Coach Greer been to see you?

- Yeah, she bought me
those painkillers and
positive affirmations.

- Hello. Ah. Shameful,

harassing an injured person.

- Terrence, it's fine.
They brought sourdough.

- No. Enough, OK? I have a
cheerleader off with a broken bum...
- Bruised coccyx.

- ...and another one who's done a
runner. You are dissipating my team.
- Who done a runner?

- Mindy Reid. She quit the team,
took off for Australia.

- Oh my God.
- Yeah, 'Oh my God'.

We're two down, all right,
and the worlds are coming up.

Now, honey, how are you? When do
you reckon you might get back
to training?

- All right, let's go.

Take it easy, Laurel.

- Everything happens for a reason,
sweetheart, just remember that,
uh-huh?

- Yeah. Thank you.

- Oh, hey.

Hi.

I come in peace... bearing sourdough.

- Oh, come on. Laura loved it
when I went to apologise to her.
- Least you could do.

- Oh.

Well, I just― I heard
about Mindy leaving, so...

- She made her choice,
and now we move on. Burnout
is rife in high-performance sports.

- Still, it must be hard to watch
your daughter go through that.

- Mindy didn't appreciate
the opportunity, unlike others
who had to work hard for it.

- Oh, like Staycee, the favourite.

- You know, until very recently,
women weren't allowed the privilege

of being high-performance
sports people.

- Oh, I know.
- The team made it
to the world stage.

Opportunities like that are sacred.

- And Mindy just threw it all away.

I just get
so frustrated when young women

with the opportunity to be brilliant
choose mediocrity.

- I was never much of
a white-picket-fence girl myself.

Take the bread.

Hey.
- #StayceeDeservesAnswers
has gone eerily quiet,

which is weird when, you know,
they've got their answer, right?
- Which is?

- Mindy Reid.

I mean, motive, opportunity,
and she took off for Australia
as soon as you asked her about it.

- Ah, but I don't think that Mindy
ran away because she killed Wyatt.
- Why then?

- I think she ran away
cos she realised who did.
- OK, and... she's scared of him?

- Or she wants to protect them.

Training's cancelled, Greer.

- Uh, sorry? What...
What's going on?

Terrence has canned it.

I'm sorry, Terrence doesn't get
to make that call. Since when?

- Since I convinced him that
I know who killed Wyatt Rutherford.

You know, I've been
looking at old footage of
86FM Blockbuster Super Babes.

Well, there's 20 minutes
of your life you'll never get back.

- Nah, but you were good.
- I hated every second.

- I know. And I know you love
how much the sport has changed.

I mean, nobody would accuse
Air Attack of being bits of
fluff, would they?

Don't pretend you get it, Alexa.

- Hey, being a female cop
in the '90s was no picnic.

- Really? I'm guessing you didn't
have to hand out shots in a bar

in a bikini and heels
just to make minimum wage.

- Your point.
But you overcame that, didn't you,

and channelled all your frustration
into making positive change for
your daughter and her generation.

That's why you hired Terrence Scott,
someone with the skills and the
connections to get you tothe top.

Am I right?
- You're telling the story, Alexa.

- Yes I am,
and it's about to get good.

Terrence talked a good game,
and you were into it

until he thought pushing a romance
between a cheerleader and a rugby
player was the way to getattention.

So Staycee... was now not getting
famous for her talents, but for
being someone's girlfriend.

- Well, it's no secret
that I hated the idea.

- Of course you did. I mean, that
was like going back in time in
the worst possible way.

- Yeah, exactly.
- So when your daughter, Mindy,
fell in love with a rugby head,

suddenly she's watching
his livestream day and night,

and now there's tension
between her and Staycee.

Cracks were starting to show
on the team ― over a bloke!

- So what are you
suggesting ― I killed said bloke
because he dumped my daughter?

- Is that what it was?

See, I thought it was more
because he was ruining your vision,

like your daughter was in danger
of giving it all away for a rugby
player who didn't even want her.

- She was never gonna do that. I've
always drummed it into my girls ―

'Squad first, sisters first.
Never let a man come between you.'

- It must have burned when
she ignored your advice then.

The night of
the Pink Ribbon slumber party,

you checked the socials, and you
noticed straight away... that Mindy
wasn't in any of the pictures.

- I was at my father's house
in Whangarei that night.
- You were, but you drove back.

You see, I checked the records for
the Northern Gateway Toll Road ― you
were back in Auckland before dawn...

and you drove past Wyatt's house,
just to be sure, and Mindy's car
was parked outside.

She'd gone back there,
chosen a man over her team bonding;
chose to defy her mum, her coach.

You didn't like that one
little bit. You practically
dragged her out of there.

- Mindy!
- Stay away from her!

Out!

- So the burning question
for me is...

did you take your father's fentanyl
because you planned to use it on
Wyatt

or did you think it up
there and then?

- You're supposed to return all meds
to the pharmacy or the doctor
when someone passes, Greer,

but you didn't. You kept that hugely
dangerous drug, and we both know
what you did with it.

Now, your daughter, Mindy, is
already going through hell because
she knows that you killed Wyatt,

and I'm hoping you'll spare her
the pain of having to dob you in.

- I told you,
my stupid daughter didn't realise
how good she had it.

I secured the future of
every girl in that team.

No one will pressure them to be
trophy wives to sportsmen.

I trained those girls
to demand more, not to need a man.

- But your daughter loved Wyatt.
That's why you killed him.
- No.

- No. You killed him...
for the team.

Poor form, Coach. Poor form.

It is only 16 K's, Harry, 9 miles.

Harden up.
- Yeah, all the way
across Aotearoa...

...even if it is the skinny bit.
Please?

- Yeah, nah,
it was never on my to-do list.

- Both harbours
and only two volcanoes.

- Which we could have gone around
or passed, not up and over.

- Where's the fun in that?
- Oh, since when did
Alexa Crowe like fun?

- Beep, beep! Coming through people.

- Oh, that is the end. Come on,
let's go. Step it up, guys. Come on!

- ♪ Uh-uh,

♪ Katuarehe.

♪ You ain't ready.

♪ We're not flying
on the same plane.

The murder weapon...
is a jellyfish.

- Alexa, meet Waru,
the bad boy of the aquarium.

- You're blaming the octopus?

Oh my God. That's her.

Please, please,
just give me the 1974 Latour.

- Will? Will Crowe.

- Hi. Slept on your couch.
Hope that was OK?

- Is everyone you meet
just a potential murder suspect?
- Hi.