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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 Monaco

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 live streamed.

which is what he was doing when he
slipped under the water and stayed

His fans watched him die?

Yep, 100 ,000 odd.

They sounded the alarm by the time the
ambulance arrived.

A medical event leading to drowning?

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

So a pro sportsman leaves pro sports and
decides to catch up on all the partying

he's been on?

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

Hashtag Stacey deserves answers.

Who's Stacey?

Stacey Winstone. She's a star flyer of
the Air Attack Chair Squad.

Nice and high.

Her and Wyatt were quite the celebrity
influencer couple.

Oh, okay. So where was she when 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 Stacey 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

was a drug user, even occasionally.

So who did Scooby -Doo think Scooby done
it? This guy, Terence 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?

Fans are lapping up Stacey's heartbreak,
and Whitefield's dreams are going

gangbusters. Come on, you think he
killed his client for publicity?

I think it'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.

and I can beat my PB at six minutes?

It's on.

Let the shrinkage begin.

It's a bit personal, isn't it? The guy's
dead. Blood vessels, medicine. Blood

vessels, cure.

I love you, Stace.

I'm doing this for you, babe.

The comments are starting to go crazy.

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

He must have taken the drugs just prior.

After the 10K run and before he started
live casting, there was no evidence of

pills in his stomach.

Could have drunk it, I guess.

Or a patch.

Which the police didn't find.

It doesn't look like a druggie, and
neither does Stacey.

I can't look at them. They're perfect.

What did the online detectives say?

That the manager did it just because
they don't trust him.

That's a whole heap of theories about
the Illuminati.

I think we need to talk to someone with
actual skin.

Mate, there's only so many
opportunities, and then you're lucky to

the commentator's box, or some board,
or... Uh -huh.

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

Okay. Bye.

Alexa Crowe, Terrence Scott. How do 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. Forget the actors

and all those show puns.

I mean, black caps, all black, those
guys, they had the real tangible talent.

So, Alexa, I am an open book.

You're a journo, right? Police
consultant.

Why did I think you were a journo?

Because I said that to get in here.

Tell me about Wyatt Rutherford.

Yeah, 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 channeled
everything into his influence of career.

What about Stacey Winstone?

Oh, she's a real sweetie.

I mean, she's heartbroken.

Of course, devastated.

That's a good story, heartbroken and
devastated.

Lots of clicks.

Yeah.

Did you know that there is a group of
online crime fans who think that you

murdered Wyatt?

Well, I've got a thick skin.

And besides, you know, there's no such
thing as bad publicity.

Because Wyatt was, um, he was dull.

He's obsessed with fitness, clean
living. I mean, and the positive

I mean, come on, bro.

Make it stop.

Someone did.

Yeah, you know what happened then?

Subscribers through the roof.

Stacey, she was a minor celebrity and
now what?

Almost a household name.

You convinced me. You benefited hugely
from Wyatt's death.

Sure, yeah, sure.

Wyatt is more interesting dead than he
was alive, but no one is more surprised

by that than me.

So... If you think that I, um... I
killed...

My client for the publicity then you
accrediting me with fortune -telling

that I wish I had

Thanks

for your time.

It's so good to meet you.

Woo!

Come on!

Nice!

Keep that flow, darling!

Hello.

I'm Alexa Crowe. Push it.

Nice, good.

Beautiful state there.

I work with the police, double -checking
things when, you know, there's

questions around a death.

This about Wyatt Rutherford?

Mm.

Mindy, face, please. We've talked about
this. Sorry, coach.

And lift.

Great girl. Much better.

But they're different to my day. We were
strictly regarded as the eye candy.

But these girls have more skills 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 in two months.
Got a good shot at winning, too.

Hold.

Good. Did Daisy know that Wyatt was into
drugs?

Of course not.

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

Unless she was training, which we do a
lot.

Wyatt was on the scrap heap. His career
was over.

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 terrances of

world.

Very diplomatic, Greer.

16!

17!

When it burns, you know it's working.

Hey,

Wyatt Rutherford, have you ever watched
his streams?

No, I don't do fitness.

Sure, Reuben.

Hey, is that why Alex has been hassling
me about the coast -to -coast walk?

Oh, yeah, she's decided we're all
walking from one side of Aotearoa to the

other. No.

I like to clean my days off with my feet
up.

You told her yet?

I'll get around to it.

Oh, look at Wyatt and Stacey's gorgeous
bathroom.

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

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

They're influencers, Ruben. Nothing's
real.

Although that chandelier might be.

Oh, my God, look at that bedroom. I want
that bedroom in.

It's gorgeous.

I

know

what you're doing.

Investigating what? This, right?

I saw you talking to Coach and I thought
to myself, yes, finally, someone's

listening to me.

I'm Laurel.

Hashtag Stacey deserves answers.

I'm part of it.

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

I'm sorry, I've just been... Oh, um, be
warned.

She's not that into the hashtag Stacey
deserves answers thing. Like, she may

deserve them, but I don't know if she
wants them.

Tell me this. Does Stacey 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?

Okay.

0 -2 -1.

Oh, darn it.

I made that myself.

Anyway, just find me on the system.

Is this by protein shake?

This isn't the day of.

Stacey wasn't anywhere near that day.

Plus, surely Harry's team tested all the
supplements.

Let's ask them.

Hello, howdy.

Gild up.

Shall we?

Please. We'll go around the back.

You know, we have been here already.

Turn the place upside down. You want a
fresh eye? You've got fresh eyes. And I

have to see that sexy, sexy bathroom.

The supplements were all clean.

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

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

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

Nothing in the ceiling cavity.

None of those panels in the wall.

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

Oh, maybe it's an en suite. Which way is
it to Wyatt's room?

We're standing in it.

I beg to differ.

Oh, 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 the Navy sheet?

But there's nothing worse, except for no
top sheet.

Okay, no, this place is giving me 100 %
bachelor pad vibe.

Crimes against interior design aren't
exactly evident.

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

Wyatt may have lived here, not with
Stacey.

Look, we did go through here, obviously.

Matt?

The gorgeous linen you were after.

We were looking for opioids. This just
looks like they didn't get round to

unpacking when they moved in.

Hello.

The wallpaper.

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

Because Wyatt and Stacey 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 ten grand.

Well, you did say you were an open book,
Taryn.

And by the way, where's 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 phony love

affair between Wyatt and Stacey.

Yeah, all I see is an easily binding
contract.

Consensual, above board, confidential.

You might want to rethink that password.

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 tier squad
think about this? Well, I refer you back

to confidential.

Hey, why are you here?

Do you still think I drug 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

Well, that is my job.

Doesn't look awesome, though.

And you're all about the optic, aren't
you?

Hey, what's your badge number, love?

Oh, I don't have a badge anymore. And
the name's Alexa, A -L -E -X -A, not L

-V -E.

Don't worry, I'm out of here.

Good. There's a fibbing cheerleader I
want to talk to. Hey, you leave Stacey

alone.

It's not some big conspiracy.

It was a career move.

Well, I don't know. Living a life seems
kind of exhausting.

It's like deceiving all your teammates.

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

take every opportunity.

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.

All right, only when you were taking
photos.

Hey, where was Wyatt's fake bathroom?

Because my colleague was really
disappointed when she couldn't find a

in his real one.

Uh, Valentine's Day Post was at
Terrence's place, 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.

Oh.

Yeah. See, Terrence says that interest
in all of this is just... Lord, since

white light dreams of undead.

And 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.

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

ask you a couple of questions.

Apparently you've already decided that
Stacey 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.

sensitive too.

Well, or she could be glad that I'm
asking questions.

Unless Wyatt's secret drug habit was
common knowledge.

He didn't have.

Stacey and Wyatt were role models.

So what happened?

No idea.

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 after my questions.

Why are you smiling?

It's not funny. It makes them look
guilty.

Bullfrog47 thinks that Wyatt is alive
and well and working at his local tyre

shop. Stop reading hashtags, Stacey. Do
I have to remind you that I was the one

who noticed the fake bedroom?

Oh, yes, and could you please follow up
with the fellow who thinks that Wyatt

was killed because he was about to
reveal the truth about Ken Trails?

Speaking of Trails, are we, um... You're
still going on that hike?

Yes. Well, Ruben has hiked, but Mads is
a team player.

Oh, 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 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 PS asked me to drop
by, write something up about your lead

to the world.

Oh, he didn't mention it to me.

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

I'll make sure they're free to chat in
their first break.

Thank you.

How many times are you going to watch
this guy work out?

The opioid was absorbed through his 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 your state.

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

near that.

Oh.

Oh.

Ruben, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

She has changed a lot.

But the old stereotypes linger, right?

I'm too busy encouraging my teammates to
think about that.

So there's no rivalry, squabbling,
bitchiness?

Would you ask male athletes the same
question?

Right, I get your point, Mindy. And I
would ask them if there'd been an

unexplained death connected to a male
sports team.

You want to know about Wyatt.

No one cares about our success.

The fact that we're on our way to
world... 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.

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 own my place in the
squad. And no, I don't get any special

treatment.

Noted.

Hey, Maddy. 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.

How can I help you, Laurel?

Actually, it's about me helping you.

You're Murderqueen123, the site
administrator for hashtag

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 girl?

The squad.

But whose idea exactly was it to block
Alexa?

What is up with you anyway? 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.

Did you see Mindy or Stacey anywhere on
your detective board?

That's because Stacey 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.

That's exaggerating.

You'd get into this place with a credit
card and a broken bit of plastic.

I don't understand why I'm here.

Because we still haven't located where
the opioid came from. And how am I meant

to know?

Maybe you gave it to us. Or maybe you're
playing games and I don't like game

players, Alexa.

That's from a sports manager.

No.

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 bath water.

Wyatt started every ice bath from
scratch.

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

nobody could have put drugs in the
water.

If you say so.

Forget 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 White poured his own death bath?

Jeez, poor bloke. You know what else
that means?

Whoever did it could have, must have
done it days before.

Days before, Terry.

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

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.

So Wyatt died on a Wednesday.

He ran his usual 10Ks, he returned to
his gym, and he started his usual live

stream. He 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

10 a .m. on Wednesday, somebody poisoned
the ice in his freezer.

Yeah, well, that's almost 48 hours.

Could have been anyone.

Terence reckons it was watching time
trials in Wellington.

Some swimmer he wants to sign.

That's easy enough to confirm.

Morning. Hey, what you got?

It's breast service.

Do you always let them do that?

Hey, oh, treats the fentanyl. Cool.

Correct, but you knew you would be.

I'll get the teams to get in your
statement.

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 10 a .m. on Wednesday, the

week that Wyatt died?

Waiheke Island.

Chloe Rogers had a pink ribbon slumber
party.

Chloe's pink ribbon slumber party? I was
at Chloe's slumber party.

We were on Waiheke Island for Chloe
Rogers' pink ribbon slumber party.

On Waiheke? With the girls at Chloe's
slumber party.

Oh, I do 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 this squad capable of what

you're suggesting.

It was a fundraiser.

Their socials will be full of the party
if you want to 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

ago, so I head up there once a week to
pack up the house.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It was time.

He was old and in a lot of pain.

It doesn't make it any easier.

The real challenge is dealing with the
year's 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, murder queen?

Yeah, but... You know, Laurel, when I
first met you, I thought, here is

smart and brave and committed to seeing
justice done.

I am. Good.

Because we need to know why Stacey
called Wyatt the weak link and what she

about it. I need a phone, Laurel, or a
tablet or a laptop.

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 was hearing.

Um, yeah.

Look, I don't think Mindy or Stacey did
anything to wire it.

They're my teammates.

My mentors.

Sorry, this is a lot.

And you've been very helpful.

You really have.

Okay, Mindy Reed.

What have we got?

Well, she doesn't have much of a social
media following.

Unlike her bestie.

Oh, okay.

What? Guess which cheerleader was
exchanging extremely non -platonic

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 showman's
bedroom, I'm guessing.

Oh, the navy shades.

Morning, Stacey.

Did you know that Wyatt was having a hot
and heavy affair with one of your

friends, Mindy Lee?

Oh, wait.

I'm going to 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
breathing 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.

Okay, girls, line it up. Faces on. We're
going full out.

Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

You have been holding out on me.

What happened when you realized 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 whatever... Ah, damn it.

Damn it, I meant to delete these things.
Yeah, sure, fine.

Wyatt and Mindy were seeing each other
on the slide, but it wasn't serious.

Well, Mindy is using the elevator.

She... She was pressuring him.

to ditch the showman 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

Stacey's best friend. You'd be painted
as a love rat.

Plus, he's breaching his contract so I
could sue his ass.

No. It's business.

It's not personal.

So Wyatt ditches Mindy and happily goes
back to the same squad.

Leaving Mindy with a broken heart.

And a score to settle.

Oh, shit. Hey, how did that happen?

Looks like Mindy's off her catching you.

Where is your brain, Mindy? Where?

I'm sorry.

When will you stop?

thinking about yourself and be part of
the team. I am.

I am.

Do you know why this happened?

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

Great, hey, great. The girls know not to
post it 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?

Did you just want to make yourself
useful and get her the hell away from

Looks like you might want to make a run
for it, Lisa.

Sure thing.

It was a mistake.

What distracted you?

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

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 drug was in the ice?

And you were there.

It's that 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, too.

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
floor. Leave me the hell alone!

Fresh. Thank you.

I love bread.

Well, Alexa, sourdough's the best.

Can I get you a tea or coffee?

No, thanks, Laurel.

Aren't you supposed to be resting?

Oh, TBH with a bruised coccyx? Moving's
better than sitting.

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 bought sourdough. No, enough.

Okay, I have a cheerleader off with a
broken bum.

Bruce Coxon. And another one who's done
a runner. You are dissipating my team.

Who done a runner?

Mindy Reed. She quit the team, took off
for Australia.

Oh, my God. Yeah, oh, my God. We're two
down, all right, and the world's 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, Lauren.

Everything happens for a reason,
sweetheart.

Just remember that, huh?

Yeah. Thank you.

Oh, hey.

Hey. Hey, come in peace.

Bearing sourdough.

Come on, Laura loved it when I went to
apologise to her.

The least you could do.

Oh.

Oh, I just... I heard about Mindy
leaving.

She made her choice and now we move on.

Burnout is rife in high -performance
sports.

So 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 Stacey.

The favourite.

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

-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 a breath.

Hey, hashtag Stacey deserves answers has
gone eerily quiet, which is weird when,

you know, they've got their answer,
right?

Which is?

Mindy Reed.

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 because she
realized you did.

Okay, and she's scared of them?

Well, she wants to protect them.

Training's cancelled, Greer.

Uh, sorry?

What's going on?

Terrence has panned 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 86 FM blockbuster super

There's 20 minutes of your life you'll
never get back.

No, but you were good.

I hate it 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.

Fair point.

But you overcame that, didn't you?

and channeled 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 to the top. Am I

You're telling the story, are you?

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 get

But, Daisy...

was now not getting famous for her
talent, but for being someone's

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.

Exactly. So when your daughter, Mindy,
fell in love with a rugby head, suddenly

she's watching his live stream day and
night, and now there's tension between

her and Stacey.

Craig was 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

didn't even want her. She was never
going to do that.

I've always drummed it into my goals.

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, yet didn't like that one
little bit.

You practically dragged her out of
there.

Wendy. Stay away from me.

Ow!

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

you killed Wyatt.

And I'm hoping you'll bear her the pain
of having to dob you in.

I told you. My stupid daughter didn't
realize 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

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.

16 k's, Harry. Nine miles, partner.
Yeah, all the way across Aotearoa. Even

it is a skinny bit.

Please.

Yeah, no, 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?

Since when did Alexa Crow like fun?

Beep, beep. Coming through, people.

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

The murder weapon is the jellyfish.

Alexa, meet Wadu, the bad boy of the
aquarium.

You're blaming the octopus.

Oh, my God.

That's her.

Please,

please, just give me the 19th inning
ball to your heart. Will? Will Crow!

I slept on your couch. I was okay.

Everyone you meet's just a potential
murder suspect.

Hi.