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People think the worst mistake a killer
can make is leaving evidence behind.

It's not.

The worst mistake is leaving evidence
that works a little too well.

Oh, my God.

Everything okay in there?

They're really that bad, girl.

Starting to think a shelter is preferred
at this point.

The roach count is up to 16 now.

They are getting bigger and smarter.

I think they're, like, evolving right in
front of my face.

I know.

I'm really sorry. I really wish I could
do more, but... It's okay.

You've got your own stuff to deal with.

I keep telling myself it's temporary,
but it's been about a year.

Oh. I swear I've looked at every place
in the city.

The rents are already so steep, and then
a deposit? Who can afford that?

I could call my sitter, and we go
looking together this weekend.

I could be your secret weapon.

Why, you don't know that about me? I'm
actually really, really good at

negotiations.

Please, senor, no deposit.

All right, fine.

I'll do anything at this point. Yeah?
But I warn you, it's bad out there.

Lucky.

Hi, I'm here for the viewing.

Sorry, I don't think you're a fit.

Hi, I'm Tina.

Sorry, we've already got someone else
lined up.

You know, someone actually put an
application in earlier today.

But if they fall through, you'll be the
first folks we call.

Maybe you scared me. You told them no?

I'm sorry.

We've been at this for months.

The other applicants seem fine.

They weren't right.

Really, Angie?

Come on. I got a bunch of people coming
this Saturday. I'll find the right

person then.

I promise.

You better.

Because I'm sick of living like this.

We're wasting time.

Do you really think our mother's going
to stay away forever?

This place is ours.

It's where we fell in love.

Nolan, I'm doing this for you.

You know that, right?

Well, he's just the first one.

It's eclectic. It looks like a junkyard.

Yeah, but like in a vintage kind of way.

No, it sucks.

Deposit is rent in half.

How about we ditch that deposit and we
could... Deposit is required.

Let us know if you're interested.

Yeah.

We'll call you. Thank you.

Okay, last try, I swear.

Ooh, it's gorgeous.

And this one says no deposit.

I feel it, girl. This is the one.

Yeah? It looks too good to be true. One
sec.

Oh, shoot.

I forgot my sitter has to go for an
exam.

It's okay.

I'll take the bus. Yeah, sure.

Okay. Hey!

You got this, girl!

Hi!

I'm here for the apartment listing.

Hi. Hi.

I'm so sorry. I thought no one else was
coming. I was about to give up.

Oh, no, no. I'm sorry. I'm a little
late.

My friend, she called about viewing the
place.

I'm Esme. If now's not a good time, I
can come back.

No, no, it's perfect.

You're perfect.

Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry, it's been a long
day. I think I just needed

a hug.

Me too, actually.

Let me show you the place.

I'm Angie.

The unit's just around the back.

The backyard is beautiful in the
summertime.

Ah, sounds amazing.

There you go. Thank you.

Just a heads up, my boyfriend's a little
grumpy today.

Men, you know?

Yeah, totally.

What about men?

Oh, hi.

I'm Esme.

Um, Angie, she was just telling me about
you guys.

So, there are two units on this first
floor here, and one unit up on the

second.

Wow. This is... Beautiful.

Yeah. So each unit has its own kitchen,
but laundry and backyard are shared.

There's also a connecting door between
this unit and ours.

I hope that's not a problem.

No, not at all. I'm pretty used to
sharing, and not with folks as nice as

you two.

Yeah? Bad roommates?

Bad everything, really.

Oh, we've been there, haven't we, babe?

I'm so sorry.

Two girls might get a little nervous.

So the room actually comes furnished,
but we can store some of this stuff if

it's a problem.

No, that's actually great. I had a pipe
burst last year, and it ruined all of my

stuff. Oh, no, you poor thing.

Yeah, I'm slowly getting back on my
feet. So furnished is great.

Amazing. So will your husband or
boyfriend be joining you?

It's just me, actually.

Oh, really?

But you're so pretty.

Are you from around here?

About an hour outside of town. Oh, okay,
so you got a lot of family in the area.

Well, no.

Actually, um, only child.

Single mom.

And she, well, um... She passed.

We're really sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Can I use your restroom?

Oh, of course.

It sits through the door.

What the hell are you doing?

Uh, a fresh start.

Just like we talked about.

Oh, what do you think?

Well, um, I just...

I just need a moment, you know? Yeah,
sure, no problem, but I should probably

let you know there are a few others that
are interested, so I'm not sure how long

it'll be available.

Oh, okay.

I still need a moment. Okay, but between
us, you're my first choice.

Really? Oh, yeah.

Our last tenants looked great on paper,
but they almost ruined our lives. So now

I just trust my gut.

I got a really good feeling about you.

We just need an answer sooner rather
than later, if possible.

And the ad said no deposit.

Oh, yeah, sure did.

I'll take it.

Yeah.

Let's have some tea and sign the lease.

A lady mechanic.

How sexy.

Isn't it sexy, babe?

He's so awkward sometimes.

Yeah, I love it. My grandpa, he taught
me how to fix cars, home repairs, pretty

much everything.

Oh, well, you'll be really useful to
have around here.

I've always wished I could fix things,
but I can't even change a tire.

And no one's even worth it.

I'm just kidding, babe.

You know you got other girls.

Oh, hey, you know what? Our previous
tenants treated the place like garbage,

and no one's been struggling to get the
second floor cleaned and repaired, but

it's a losing battle. And since you said
you're looking for work, maybe I can

charge you less rent in exchange for
some help? Wait, no, that's not... And

the rent is actually $1,300 right now,
so how about I give it to you for $1

,000?

Oh, my God, are you serious?

Absolutely not.

It would make our lives so much easier.

I shouldn't have made that joke about
fixing things.

I think I embarrassed him.

Big men, big feelings, right?

Are you sure this is okay? I don't want
to cause any conflict between the two of

you.

Oh, no.

He'll thank me tomorrow.

The bigger the conflict, the better the
makeup sex.

That's what I always say.

Please, Esme.

Help me.

Okay, I'm in.

Thank you so much.

I really, really needed this.

When do you want to move in?

Can it be, like, tomorrow?

Absolutely. The place is yours.

Okay.

Here we go. This is all standard. You
can read it later.

Signer right here.

Welcome home, Izzy.

Thanks.

You can sit if you want.

No, I don't trust the surfaces of this
godforsaken place.

Oh.

Imagine what you would find with a black
light in here. Luckily, I can afford

one. Lydia, thank you so much. It's
going to be amazing. And the landlord is

so sweet. Good. But the boyfriend?

What? He's kind of a jerk and huge.

He could crush Angie and me without
breaking a sweat. I think he has a

temper.

I don't want to tell you. The place is
so perfect otherwise.

But he didn't say or do anything, right?
He stormed out.

flammed the door and started playing
heavy metal. Oh, like a teenager.

Yeah, but... Nothing compared to that.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Mm-hmm.

learned her routines, knew when she left
for work, when she returned, even how

she held a kitchen knife.

Morning, pretty neighbor.

Hi. Good morning.

Work is slow at the shop today, so I was
thinking I might get started on that

second floor unit.

Oh, that would be fantastic.

There should be supplies up there, but
let me know if you can't find anything.

Will do.

Oh, yeah. No one's been up there for a
while, so it's kind of... I'm sure

it's been worse.

Lydia, do you have a sec?

Okay, I know this might sound crazy, but
I am so freaked out. I was upstairs

cleaning. I pulled out a bucket, and I
swear, inside were rags covered in

blood.

Hey, Sandy, you need to talk?

Hey, hey.

Sorry, were you talking to someone?

Um, I was just on the phone with a
friend.

Oh, I don't mean to interrupt.

No, it's... Fine. She had to go. I'll
see her at the shop tomorrow.

Oh, that's nice.

It's great that you get to work with
your friends.

Yeah. She, Lydia, hires me sometimes
when she needs a hand.

Oh, is she like your boss?

No. Well, yes. She does it to help me,
you know. She's really great.

She found this place for me.

Oh, I love her already.

Is she who you stayed with after your
pipes burst?

What?

Oh, you mentioned that your pipes burst
last year.

Oh, right.

No, I stayed in a motel for a while. Oh,
that is hard.

How long for?

I was actually staying there until last
night.

Oh, you poor thing.

Gosh, I would have taken you in in a
minute.

Some people get so caught up in their
own lives, they completely ignore their

friends, right?

Oh, she's...

You know, Mom and... Yeah, so walk with
me because this laundry's getting kind

of heavy.

Well, okay.

Everything good with the place so far?
You get upstairs okay?

Yeah, the place is great.

Got in just fine.

Um, actually... You know what? In two
years, Nolan has never washed or dried a

single piece of clothing. I'm not even
sure he knows which machine is which.

Yeah, my ex told me laundry wasn't
really a chore because it did itself.

Oh.

Angie, I was cleaning upstairs and there
was a smell.

So what happened with your ex?

Did Lydia steal him?

No, no, not at all. Oh, good, because I
was going to have to kill her if she

heard you.

No, it was when my mom died.

It happened pretty quickly.

I couldn't get to the hospital in time
to say goodbye.

He didn't know how to be there for me.

He just buckled under the pressure of
real life.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Sounds like every guy I've ever been
with.

You know what really helps?

Not relying on them for anything.

If you have zero expectations, then
they'll never disappoint you.

Or maybe you and I can just run away
together.

Um, Angie, I was just upstairs. Oh, is
it awful up there? I am so sorry. No one

will let me go up.

She says it stinks. See, I got a real
sensitive nose.

Migraines, you know.

So you have not been up there?

Oh, no, not in forever. But I can't wait
to see how great it looks once you've

done your magic.

Hey.

Can I do your makeup?

What? Oh, I'm just at school to be a
makeup artist, and you're so naturally

beautiful.

I bet with some lip liner and contour, I
mean, game over, right?

Um, thank you, I guess.

Great. Then I'll get you all done up
right now, and we can go out tonight.

We can celebrate the move-in and the
fact that, let's face it, you and I are

going to be besties, and I will buy the
drinks.

Okay, so I'm going to get everything set
up for us.

Nolan went out last night and had a bit
too much to drink with the boys.

He's working on it, though.

The drinking, I mean. And I'm working on
being okay with him working on it.

But don't tell him I said anything,
okay?

Yeah, of course not.

So why beauty school?

It's always my dream, but I've had to
survive on my own for...

So long that I've just never had the
time or the money.

Yeah, I hear that.

But you know, this year, I finally
decided life's too short.

I gotta live for myself.

Take charge.

Take the things I want when I want them.

So, have you owned this house for a long
time?

Oh, no, no. We don't own it.

The original landlord, Barbie, well, she
lived up on the second floor, and then,

like, about four months ago, she just
left. She didn't take any of her stuff

with her, even.

Anyway, we kept waiting for her to come
back, and then at some point we figured

she was gone for good.

Oh, that's crazy.

Why would she just leave?

I don't know.

She was a total weirdo, though.

You know?

I wonder if she did something illegal
and had to disappear or something.

You know?

Anyway.

Wow, that's wild. So, Barbie's unit
has... Ow!

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

So, um, the upstairs, it's just... Oh,
yeah, it's been sitting empty, and no

one will let me up there. And for a
while, I thought he was using the space

to cheat on me, and then I realized...

He was just being too lazy to clean.

Oh, I just think you need... Okay.

Check it out. Right?

Aren't you gorgeous?

Wow. We really look alike.

I know.

That's why I think you're so hot.

Maybe we should do a DNA test.

Oh, babe, by the way, I have all these
clothes that I was going to donate,

but I think you and I are the same size,
so you should take them if you want.

I haven't bought new clothes since, I
don't know, it's been

a rough few years.

It's going to get better now.

I can feel it.

Anyway, where do you want to go tonight?

What are you talking about?

Um, uh, we were just thinking about
going out. You two together?

No, that's a bad idea.

Well, I just wanted to have a bit of
fun.

I need to talk to Angie. Can you?

Um, oh, no, don't worry about it. You
don't need to leave. I need to talk to

you.

I just realized I have an early shift
tomorrow. Maybe we take a rain check.

Okay, yeah. Rain check.

Yeah.

Good

morning.

It's kind of weird having a complete
stranger just move into your house out

of nowhere.

We all need to support her.

It's gone. I can't find Grandma's
locket. It's gone. I didn't do that.

Liar!

You've known the girl for five minutes,
but you really have no idea who she is.

You think I did all those things?

You need to get somewhere safe.

Now.

People like that eventually get what
they deserve.

Don't trust the girls upstairs.

Watch now.

Only on Lifetime.

Hi. I called about viewing the place.

landlord is so sweet but the boyfriend
seemed dangerous have you owned this

house for a long the original landlord
just disappeared wait what i did some

investigating i'm gonna figure out what
happened i found blood she's dead oh my

god well don't worry she was the best
thing black hen watch now only on light

time man what's with you and housemates
and toxic relationships

You know, I bet they got this, like,
fighting kink. I used to have that with

my ex.

Then I realized, not really a kink. It's
more just I hate him. A lot.

There's something about him that feels
dangerous.

And that blood?

You freak me out. Sorry.

It's just... Here.

Look at this.

I found it under their upstairs sink.

I don't know.

It looks like paint.

Or spilled spaghetti.

You'd be surprised how much that
happens.

Or it's blood.

Yeah, but that's like way down the list.
It smells bad.

You know, one time an onion rolled under
my fridge for half a year. That smelled

really bad.

It's just so strange.

Owner disappears and then there's this
bucket of something.

Okay. What did Angie say when you asked
her?

I didn't totally tell her.

Girl. I tried.

I mean, she's just so sweet and
obviously going through some things with

Nolan. Yeah, and obviously you're still
listening to your little crime shows.

They calm me down, okay?

Well, I'm just saying, I think you've
had a real tough go at life in the last

few years. And now that finally
something really good is happening,

you're not... You're not getting used to
it. Like coming up with many reasons for

evil to strike or something.

Lydia, when my pipes burst, how come you
didn't have me over to stay?

I live in a two-bedroom apartment with
three big-ass kids.

You know that. You're right. You're
right.

I wish I could have. I told you that. I
felt awful.

I still feel terrible. No, no.

Totally. I know things haven't been
easy.

But just... Just don't think that life's
out to get you, okay?

Emily was on camera, 40 minutes away, by
a cat litter.

And that's when we realized we weren't
looking at someone trying to get away

with murder.

We were looking at someone trying to get
someone else convicted of it.

That was the goal.

So if Emily didn't do it, who wanted the
police to believe that she had?

The answer came from a source detectives
almost ignored.

A podcast listener.

She recognized a pattern.

Two years earlier, another murder.

Another woman framed.

Same precision.

Same staging.

Same killer.

Some murderers chase victims.

Others collect scapegoats.

Detectives finally uncovered the truth.

The killer worked in biometric security.

He knew exactly how forensic teams
think.

And more importantly, how juries think.

When the evidence tells a perfect story,
detectives should get nervous.

Because real crime scenes are messy.

Only staged ones are flawless.

Emily Shaw spent 11 days in jail for a
murder she didn't commit.

11 days watching her life collapse.

11 days wondering who hated her enough
to erase her.

The scariest part wasn't being arrested.
It was realizing how easy it was to make

it look like I did something I didn't
do.

Turns out the killer didn't hate her at
all. She was simply convenient.

And maybe that's what makes this case so
unsettling.

Not the violence.

Not the deception. The idea that someone
out there wasn't trying to disappear

after a crime. They were trying to
author one. Remember,

if you've ever suspected a murder, ask
yourself one question.

Angie, um, I was just upstairs cleaning,
and, um, all over the, uh, the couch,

there was, um... Are you okay?

What do you want?

The owner of the house.

She left, right? Um, Barbie.

Did I say that? Yeah, last night you
said that she left about a year ago.

Oh, I meant... I meant the other chick
that lived here. She left.

Barbie's dead.

That's why I haven't been upstairs.

Too creepy.

Barbie is dead.

Yeah, she choked on a marble and then
drowned in the bathtub or... Or she

choked on a marble, died, fell into the
bathtub.

I'm not sure she's dead.

Oh, my God.

That's, uh... Oh, don't worry.

She was a bitch.

Okay. Lydia, I have left you three
messages.

Please, just call me back. Look, I'm
sorry. I know that you are busy with

family, but this is so important.

Call me.

Spring cleaning.

Tomorrow's curve pickup, just so you
know.

Thanks. I was just looking for some
tools.

Oh, well, we're not exactly handy
people, but Barbie's tools are still in

the shed.

Hey, Ez, I'm really sorry about
yesterday.

Noah and I got into this huge fight, and
it was bad.

He was drinking again?

We love each other.

And when things are good and we're not
handling a bunch of life crap, he's a

really sweet guy. And I know you haven't
seen the best side of him yet, but I

swear he is.

And he loves me.

He loves me so hard.

But a few months ago, he got drunk and
cheated on me.

And we've been working through it,
but...

Last night, I found some texts on his
phone to some new girl and some whiskey

hidden under the bed.

Sometimes I feel like such an idiot for
staying with him, but I love him.

It's okay.

It's so tough.

Last night, I was just so upset.

I took a bunch of sleeping pills to try
and calm down.

I didn't even know what I said to you.
It probably totally freaked you out. You

have nothing to apologize about.

I don't... That

wasn't... I don't know why I... You were
just being so nice to me and I...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

She kissed you? I mean, it was super
brief.

She was really shaken up.

So she kissed you, kissed you, right?

Yeah.

I mean, come on. That's probably why the
boyfriend is so pissed off. No, I don't,

I don't, I don't think that that is...
How do you, how do you even choke on a

marble? That part is really bizarre.

She was on sleeping pills. It was
probably just stress-induced gibberish.

And I guess you could put it in your
mouth and choke on it?

Why is there a marble in the bath in the
first place? Why not something a little

more traditional, like pills or a hair
dryer?

Lydia, Lydia, there's no marble. Just
drop the marble.

Fine.

What's your good guesser?

What? No, for real.

I am worried about Angie.

Sounds like Nolan's drinking is getting
worse.

Here.

Ooh. Yeah. Ooh.

Okay. I guess my spaghetti sauce theory
might have been just a little bit wrong.

Someone had a home birth.

Wait. You just... I can't shake the
feeling that Nolan had something to do

with this.

Look, look, look. With Barbie, what if
he is making Angie cover for him?

Really? Or, or maybe Angie doesn't even
know.

I mean, it's been ages since she's been
up there. Maybe she really does think

Barbie just disappeared. She might not
even know how dangerous Nolan is.

I don't like this.

I don't like this. What?

Esme, I don't like you living next to
this guy, man. You're starting to really

scare me.

Esme, hear me out. Even if there's...

A little bit of truth in what you're
saying?

Maybe just get out of there. And just
leave Angie there alone.

She's not your responsibility, man. You
barely even know the girl. I'm not

trying to be cold. Okay, look.

Some night at the motel, I would think
to myself, if I die

right now, would anyone even care?

Would anyone know?

How long would it take for someone to
even think to look for me?

Hello? I'd look for you. Well, yeah,
eventually, but how long would it take

you to realize you're busy with your
kids? That's not fair.

I'm just saying, what if something
happens to Angie and I did nothing to

stop it? What if she just disappears
like Barbie?

I mean, no one deserves to just vanish
off the face of the earth.

Angie matters.

Barbie matters.

I matter.

Of course you matter.

I'm not going to let this bastard get
away with this.

I'm going to get to the bottom of it.
Get to the bottom of it? What are you, a

detective?

I have to.

Besides, I've got no place to go.

Okay.

Okay. Why don't I just come over
tonight?

And I check this out for myself, and I
owe you a housewarming gift, right?

It's a date.

It's a date.

And I'll bring my son's wiffle bat, too,
just in case.

Good morning.

It's kind of weird having a complete
stranger just move into your house out

of nowhere.

We all need to support her.

It's gone. I can't. My grandma's locked
it. It's gone.

I didn't do that. What?

You've known the girl for five minutes.
You really have no idea who she is.

You think I did all those things? You
need to get somewhere safe.

Now.

People like that eventually get what
they deserve.

Don't trust the girls upstairs.

Watch now.

Only on Lifetime.

Hi. Hi.

I'm sorry, I'd shake your hand, but...
Oh, no problem. Are you looking for

someone, or... Yeah, I'm Esme's friend.

Esme's friend.

Esme said she didn't really have any
friends.

Hilarious. Well,

here I am, her best friend. I mean, she
mentioned some work acquaintances, but I

don't know if that... Is that you?

Well, yeah, that's probably... I'm
sorry.

Do you mind just giving me a hand?
Sorry.

Yeah,

husband and I, we work together.

But I like to think that we are more
than just acquaintances, you know? Sure,

I'm sorry. I just had a problem with
housemates in the past, so I was just a

little on guard.

Not a problem.

I get it.

Great. Well, this is her door, and I'm
Angie. Lydia. Hey, girl.

Hey, work acquaintance. Nice outfit.

Oh, hey.

Hey, sorry. Am I intruding? No, not at
all. Please stay.

Wow. Nice.

Brought you some flowers.

Flowers mean new beginnings or something
like that. I appreciate it. Of course.

Wait.

I just realized something terrible.

But you didn't bring any wine.

I think I got a few bottles of red
hidden under the bed from no one.

Are

you

okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. I'm fine.

Have I not been a good friend to you?

What? What are you talking about?

You're mad I didn't let you move in,
aren't you?

No.

You know, I should have never... Can we
just forget I said that?

Well, I don't know. I just... I'm trying
to look out for you, Esme.

And I'm trying to pass you work as soon
as I feel... Yeah, I appreciate it. I'm

even giving you some of my kids' lunch
so you save on groceries and I'm driving

you when I can. I know all of that.
Really.

Sorry.

Just didn't realize I was such a charity
case.

Good news!

I found two.

Great.

Where's your bathroom?

It's in the bedroom.

Uh, so, hey.

Um, about the kiss.

Don't worry about it. No, it's just that
it's been a long time since anyone's

been so nice to me, and no one's really
all I've got.

And I know this is gonna sound a bit
weird, but...

You've become one of my closest friends,
so I guess I got carried away.

I get it.

It's fine.

Trust me.

It was kind of nice, though.

How are things with Nolan?

Oh, fine.

Same. Thanks.

Lydia seems nice.

Yeah, she is.

Oh, so that's just your sense of humor
then.

What do you mean?

Oh, she was just making some
uncomfortable jokes about you as we were

walking up.

Really?

What did she say?

Oh, she just said that she made sure to
get the expensive pizza so you wouldn't

complain. And then she was asking me how
I was dealing with you as a tenant

because you wouldn't stop whining about
your last place.

Are you serious?

She said that.

Oh, I mean, yeah, and I thought it was
kind of mean, but, you know, I told her

and she got kind of weird about it. So,
anyway... Nice.

Thanks.

Cheers. Girls' night.

Cheers.

Wait, wait, hold on. Hold on, hold on,
hold on.

So, it's Easter dinner.

I look... Amazing. And I just look at
him right in the eye, and I put right on

his grandma's beautiful silver platter,
the divorce papers, just like that.

Best decision you ever made.

Well, I don't know about best decision,
but I will say the one thing I miss

about being married, someone taking out
that trash.

Oh, no one won't even do that. He makes
me do it.

He said cleaning is for girls.

Oh.

God,

I love him.

He's my whole world.

My only family.

And I think he just yells at me all the
time because he cares so much.

Hey.

Didn't you say you went to beauty
school?

Esme mentioned that you did her makeup.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, did she tell you? I got her, like,
all these great outfits.

In fact, isn't that my shirt?

Oh, this is actually all of yours.

I'm not sure if I'm pulling it off,
but... No way.

You look so good.

Post for me.

I look like a nerd.

Oh, no, like a hot nerd.

Oh, you know,

this poor girl told me she has had to
survive completely on her own for the

last few years. All on your own, huh?
And the old clothes that I've given her

was the least I could do.

Well, I didn't say that exactly, but...
So, Angie,

how long have you been living here?

Oh, I moved in about two years ago. With
Nolan, right?

No, by myself.

Nolan lived across the street.

When we first met, it was love at first
sight.

We were chatting on the street.

Like... Four in the afternoon?

I'm pretty sure we didn't stop until
maybe two in the morning.

He can be so funny and sweet when he
wants to be.

But you know, you know Barbie?

She was super mean about it.

Yeah, she kept making all these
comments.

Like, oh, is he over again?

And when is he going to start paying
rent?

Calm down, lady. Let a girl get laid.

But, you know, honestly, honestly, I
think

she had a big crush on him.

She was so jealous.

I can't even believe Trisha had the gall
to say, I was the jealous one. Who is

Trisha?

Oh, yeah.

She was the horrible woman that lived
here, too. In this apartment, actually.

She was a pathological liar.

God.

It was really scary.

Honestly. Be glad she's gone.

I don't know what it is about this
house.

But it attracts a bunch of psychos.

When did Trisha leave?

She should go.

It's getting late. No, we'll be home
soon. Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Well, let me

know if you need anything.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Girl.

What? If her boyfriend wasn't jealous
before.

He definitely should be now.

I'm kind of like feeling bad for the
guy.

She was ready to eat you up.

She was just drunk.

What?

But the tea.

The tea was hot.

I love a good tea.

Just like Barbie being into Nolan and
Trisha. Who the hell is Trisha? I didn't

get that part. I have no idea.

They never mentioned her.

Girl.

I feel like I'm in this like romance
novel, you know?

What if Angie killed Barbie because
she's obsessed with Nolan?

No way.

If there's anything dark going on here,
it's Nolan.

Maybe he slept with Barbie, felt bad
about it, killed her to cover his

tracks. He cheated before, Angie told
me.

Maybe the whole thing's a lot more
innocent than we think, and maybe we

just need to find new hobbies.

Okay?

You know, I don't need expensive pizza.

Or whatever.

Okay.

I don't care about those things.

What are you talking about?

I can treat sometimes, too.

Well, good.

You should.

This is terrible.

Are we okay?

Yeah.

We're fine.

Do you want to go see Barbie's
apartment?

Oh, yeah.

Absolutely.

Like now?

Yeah.

The baby is coming.

Get the hell out of me.

Is that hair?

How long is Nolan's hair?

He doesn't have any.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

What is it?

Didn't you say that marble incident
happened in the bathtub?

There is no bathtub.

Okay, you gotta drop the marble thing.
Yes, but it's still a really weird thing

to say.

What?

Listen, I'm calling the police.

They're gonna think we're crazy.

Wait.

This wasn't here before.

Strange.

Oh, my God.

Maria?

What?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No, stop.

Sit down. Don't twitch. They'll come to
your fingerprints.

What do I do?

It doesn't look like I know what to do.

Give it to me.

Can we please get out?

Look, now.

Oh, my God.

Now a gun?

Did he shoot Barbie?

I don't know. I just want to get out of
here. What if my fingerprints are still

all over the gun? My fingerprints are
all over Barbie's face.

Why don't we just get rid of the gun?

You just want us to get rid of the
murder weapon?

Murder? We don't even know if that was a
murder. I'm just spitballing.

Don't look at me like that.

Can't wait.

Check this out.

She had Angie and Tricia's numbers
listed on here.

Tricia.

No, stop, Esme, stop.

I don't think you should get any deeper
than you already are. A little too late

for that, don't you think?

Hello?

Hi, um, I am so sorry to bother you. I'm
Esme.

I just moved into the house on Archer
Grove.

Well, maybe we should just... How did
you get this number?

Um, your old landlord, Barbara.

Barbie.

We found it in her... You need to leave
that place now.

Don't tell them you contacted me and
never call this number again.

So she has all these posts that are so
well written, you know, like so normal.

And her last post says, hey y'all, going
away on a big trip. It's a secret

where... Smiley face, smiley face,
smiley face. Won't have phone for a long

time. Love y'all. Barbie.

With two E's.

It sounds nothing like her other posts.
And she misspelled her own name. And

look at the photo she attached to the
post.

Let's see.

Looks like a stock picture of trees to
me. Sure does.

I'm sorry I have to leave you here. My
kids, they're just needy.

But promise me you'll come right back to
mine. It'll be a tight squeeze, but... I

promise I won't complain like I always
do.

What?

I'm just kidding.

Hey, you know I got your back, right?

Yeah, I know.

I thought of a full bet.

Don't tell my kids.

I called about viewing the place.

The landlord is so sweet, but the
boyfriend?

He seems dangerous.

Have you owned this house for long? The
original landlord just disappeared.

Wait, what?

I did some investigating.

I'm going to figure out what happened.

I found blood.

She's dead.

Oh, my God. Oh, don't worry.

She was a bit. Single. Black.

Henny. Watch now. Only on Lifetime.

How do you know this woman?

I don't. She lived, well, she lived in
the same building I do.

869 Archer Grove.

And you saw her being hurt?

No. She died about a month or more ago.

It's a little confusing. It was before I
moved in.

Okay. How do you know she's dead?

The building manager told me.

Okay. And how did the building manager
say that Barbara Bentley died?

She said she choked on a marble in her
bathtub.

I know, I know, it sounds crazy, but I
did some investigating.

Let me guess, you're really into true
crime.

No. Wait.

Yes.

Look.

Barbara has not been on social media for
over a month. And her last post doesn't

even match the way she wrote, okay?

Ma'am. Wait, wait, wait, there's more. I
found a garbage bag with red stain rags.

There were stains on her couch, on her
rug, and it looked like blood.

She choked on a marble.

Just blood all over her couch.

No, I think the marble was a cover-up. I
mean, her bathroom doesn't even have a

tub in it. It's only a shower.

Oh.

Here.

Um... I have some photos.

Ma'am, this could be anything.

People tend to see patterns in events
that they can't explain.

Then they use those patterns to develop
theories that are based on essentially

no information.

So instead of getting the correct
answer, they just get the answer they

want.

Do you know how many calls we get about
conspiracy theories?

It's a real problem.

Frankly, I just think...

It's their way of trying to find some
order in the chaos of life.

I double majored in psychology.

Okay, but this is real.

It's happening in my house. I am scared
and I don't want to go back.

Look, I found a gun too.

In a crawl space wrapped in a stained
towel.

Although I have to be honest, I
accidentally...

touched it, and I'm now worried about my
DNA and my fingerprints being on the

gun. Give me just a second.

Okay, so there

are no death records for a Barbara
Bentley.

There is one missing person report that
was filed, but the woman called back

about a week later and said that it was
just a misunderstanding.

If you have no body, And you have no
family or friends inquiring. And the

only proof you have is some stains on a
couch and a rug.

We can't help you.

I could put in a request for a welfare
check.

But honestly, I think that this is
either just a misunderstanding or your

landlord's playing a trick on you.

Have a good night.

Was it Patricia Smith?

What? The person who filed the missing
person report.

Patricia.

Was it Patricia Smith?

I can't disclose that.

Okay.

Thank you.

Lydia, I know you're with your kids, but
Nolan's got something in the back of his

truck that looks like, I don't know,
like a body or something.

I'm following him.

If you don't hear from me in an hour,
call the cops.

I am so, so sorry.

Christy, Ashley, Harrison, if you're
listening to this, Aunt Esme loves you,

and that was all just pretend, okay?

What are you doing?

Esme? What was in the truck, Nolan?

Was it Barbara?

What? Did you kill Barbara?

No, no, I didn't. I called the cop.

They know I'm here.

So you might as well just tell me what
you did.

It's nothing. I swear. It's nothing.

Please stop recording.

No.

It's alcohol, okay?

Look, it's a...

It's just been hard, right? I've been
trying to stay sober, and I've been

doing pretty good, actually, but I
flipped.

And I didn't want Angie to see how
far... Look, I

get how this all looks a little
suspicious.

Yeah, you think?

Things with Angie have been really
rough.

I didn't think she'd actually get a
tenant and even...

She's got you working upstairs, and I'm
just... What, Nolan?

I'm all messed up.

Because you killed her. Just admit it.
You killed Barbie. I loved Barbie.

What?

I loved her.

I mean, I loved her in the beginning.

You were cheating on Angie with Barbara?

No.

No, I was cheating on Barbie with Angie.

Wait, what?

Barbie and I were...

We were together when Angie moved in.
But Angie said you lived across the

street. That's how you two met.

Yeah, yeah, that's the version she
prefers.

Because it doesn't make her the other
woman. But Barbie and I were living

together upstairs on the second floor
for almost a year when Angie moved in.

Look, look, I'm not proud of this, okay?
But things with Barbie were a little

stale. She was a nice person and there
was...

Nothing wrong with the relationship, but
I'd fallen out of love with her.

When Angie came around, she was just so
excited.

She's so passionate and fun and she was
spontaneous.

But I broke it up with Barbie right
away, even though I wasn't in love with

her anymore.

Because I'm not a cheater.

Angie and I planned to move out because
I wanted to start fresh.

But then... Barbara died. How did Barbie
die, Nolan?

There was blood all over her living
room.

And a gun hidden in a crawl space. How
did she die? I don't know.

I don't even know if that was blood.

Barbie liked to do art.

For fun.

She could have spilled paint or... Red
paint all over her couch and ruck. I

don't know. Your ex died in that house.
Why didn't you just leave?

Angie didn't want to leave.

She loves that place.

I mean, other than the crime scene
upstairs at the night's play.

Angie begged me to stay.

She... She said she loved me.

She said that... She said that if I
left, she would...

I know how this all looks.

And I don't know how she died.

I didn't touch her, I swear.

I swear I didn't touch her.

Did you really call the cops?

No.

Okay, thank God. Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you, Esme.

Look, you're really, really nice.

But you're in over your head here.

Angie's not your friend.

She's got a temper, okay?

Look, I stay far.

Careful of thought. I just can't stop
replaying the conversation I had with

Nolan.

It's me. He's manipulating you. I don't
know.

You weren't there.

He seemed very sincere.

Well, I don't care how he seemed.

This is a lot worse than I thought.

He said I should stay away from Angie.
Okay, fine.

Then stay away from both of them then.

Girl, I honestly don't care who did what
at this point. Just leave it alone. I

can't. Just leave it alone. Stop asking
me to. Sorry, I just don't understand.

Maybe you don't understand me.

Apparently I'm whiny and entitled. Is
that why you told her we're just

acquaintances then?

That you got nobody else in this world?

What?

No. I didn't exactly say it that way.
Right.

Well, for what it's worth, Esme, I never
complained about you.

I love you.

You're my best friend. You're my girl.
And she's manipulating you, and she's

twisting my words to pit us against each
other.

And you're just so... You're so
desperate for affection, Esme, that

you're believing anything anybody says
to you at this point.

Wow.

So I'm whiny and an idiot.

Let me guess. Angie told you I said
that, too?

Mom, where are you going?

I'm going to figure out what happened
and get justice for Barbara.

I got kids.

I got this.

You don't need to help me with anything
else.

Esme.

Esme.

Excuse me.

Are you Tricia?

Why are you asking? I called you the
other day about the house on Archer

Grove.

I told you to leave me alone.

Please. Please.

Hear me out.

Angie told me about Barbie.

That she's... That she's dead.

But I can't find a record of her death.

I talked to the police, and they told me
you filed a missing persons report and

retracted it.

I told you to get out of there.

Please.

Barbie probably has a family and
friends. They've got to be wondering

what happened to her.

We can't just let her disappear.

Look, Angie is dangerous.

Angie? Yes. She was super paranoid that
Nolan was going to get back together

with Barbie.

One night, I heard her upstairs in
Barbie's apartment. They were arguing.

I never saw Barbie again after that.

Angie said that Barbie has been dead for
a year and... No, it's only been two

months.

A few weeks after not seeing her around,
I was worried, so I called the cops.

But somehow, Angie found out.

And she threatened me.

She found out my parents' addresses, the
name of my niece's school.

She said that if I didn't stop snooping
around, she would hurt them.

So, in the middle of the night, I left.

I don't know what she's capable of.

I can't imagine Angie would do something
like that. I thought it was Nolan. No,

Nolan's a broken puppy.

He'll do whatever Angie says.

It's sad, really.

Angie told me Nolan installed security
cameras in Barbie's unit and they caught

you stealing, so she kicked you out.
She's lying.

Barbie installed those cameras after the
breakup.

If you want to know what happened that
night, I bet it's on Angie's phone.

Thanks for your help.

Has anyone ever told you that you look a
lot like her?

How did you find the place, anyway?

I responded to a listing.

Huh. I wonder how many people she went
through before she decided on you.

Stacy, and seriously, never contact me
again.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Are you Esme Williams?

Yeah.

I need you to come with me.

Come with you?

Why? Where? What is this about? Am I
under arrest?

No. We just need to ask you a few
questions about the disappearance of

Barbara Bentley.

That's quite the story you were trying
to spin the other day. It wasn't a

story. I swear I have never met Barbara.
I haven't even lived in that house for a

month. According to the landlord's
record, you've been living at Archer

Grove for over a year now.

A year?

Yes.

Seems you and Barbara didn't get along.

Is it true that you threatened to kill
Barbara more than once?

How could I threaten a woman I have
never even met?

Who told you this?

It was Angie, wasn't it? Ma'am, these
were taken eight months ago at your

current address.

This isn't me.

Well, if it's not you, then it's your
twin.

What did you just say? I said that it's
your twin because you look identical.

My twin.

Isn't that my shirt?

Oh, my God, my twin. I gotta go. I can't
let you do that. Look, other than the

landlord's papers and those photos of me
wandering around a house, do you have

any evidence I did anything to Barbara?
No, but... Have you found Barbara?

No, ma'am, but... So am I free to go?

I wouldn't leave town.

Don't worry.

I have no intention of going anywhere.

Lydia, please.

No, this is the only way. Just do as I
ask, please.

Lydia?

Hello?

Lydia?

Hey. How are you?

Look, I am so sorry about last night.

It's all men.

We all make mistakes.

She knows that you love her. She really
does.

I never really drank before I started
seeing Angie.

We only slept together a few times
before I ended things with Barbie.

I could hear her crying through the
ceiling.

And drinking just helped make it
bearable, you know?

I just want Angie to love me, but she
made me feel so confused.

I dated someone like that.

He was electric to be around.

It was like I was addicted to him or
something.

And after a few years, I didn't even
recognize myself.

I just kept justifying all of the ways I
was changing.

It was really hard to leave.

How did you?

Well, he trashed my apartment in a rage
one night.

Broke this figurine my mother had given
to me when I was a little girl. She had

just passed away, and I thought to
myself, if she could see me.

And what I was dealing with.

That she would be so sad.

I just figure I deserve happiness.

I'm so sorry about Barbie.

I know how much you cared for her.

She didn't deserve it.

What do you mean, how she died?

How does one choke on a marble?

She didn't choke.

I thought you said you didn't know what
happened.

She didn't joke.

Hey, babe.

What are you guys doing?

Oh, just chatting.

I was saying how we all should finally
go get that drink tonight.

What do you think?

Oh, um, Nolan, do you want to... No, no,
I'm sorry I'm busy.

Oh, come on.

You know what?

I'll buy.

How does that sound?

Oh, yeah.

Okay, sure, let's do it.

But, um, you're not going out looking
like that, are you?

You should put on the pink tube top and
black leather pants I gave you.

And, um, you should do your makeup like
I tell you.

You'll look so hot.

Okay.

Sure.

Great.

Starting with shots, huh?

Oh, yeah, why is it too short to say
cheers? Woo!

Yes, dance with me.

You

feel

me?

What? Oh, I said it's nice to get out.
No one's been such an emotional mess

lately. It's been really hard to deal
with.

Yeah, I hear that.

Hey. Cheers. Cheers.

So, um, where's your little friend
tonight?

Who, Lydia?

I don't know. We got into a pretty nasty
fight.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. I confronted her about all the
stuff that she said to you about me. Oh,

you did?

She got all defensive about it. Went
after me. It got ugly.

You were right. She's super selfish and
not a really good friend.

You know, I don't really need all of
that energy around me right now. Yeah,

girl, totally.

No room for leeches in our lives sucking
the blood out of our bodies, right?

You don't need any of them. It's you and
me against the world, girl. Yeah.

All right, no more Lydia.

No more Lydia.

I just met you.

And I already feel like you're one of
the only people who really gets me, you

know? Really? Me?

Oh, wow.

That means a lot.

I need to go to the little girl's room.

I'm so glad I found you, Esme.

You have no idea what nasty to my
prayers you are.

Here's to answer prayers.

Oh, yeah?

What did you do?

What did you do?

Damn it!

You made me do that, Nolan.

Hey!

Don't just stand there.

Get the bag.

Angie, what are you doing?

No one told me I shouldn't take you in.

Just a dangerous drifter, living in
motels, no money for deposits. But see,

I liked you.

Angie. I thought we were friends.

And then you come in here and you murder
our landlord.

Poor, poor...

Barbie wasn't even here when she died.

Well, we both know that's not true.

Because according to the data on the
lease you signed, you've lived here for

over a year.

Your fingerprints are on the gun. And
then I found the garbage bag with those

blood rags. And I swear, I saw hair that
looked just

like yours.

Ow.

Wait.

Is this because I wouldn't sleep with
you?

Just one kiss and you're upset?

But see, I tried to tell you I wasn't
interested. No, it's not. But you, you

would let it go.

They will never believe you, Angie.

I have the murder video.

Oh, the murder video.

You mean the murder video I wanted you
to see. Please, please.

You found me on purpose.

You were trying to find someone that
looked like you.

Yeah, Nolan said it was a stupid idea,
but I have to admit I had my doubts, and

then I'd almost given up hope, too, but
then you walked through the door.

My angel.

My savior.

My twin.

You're the one that called the cops on
me.

Oh, I was just priming them for this
call. I mean, it's pretty genius, huh?

Nolan! Get over here, you know! What?
Wait!

Wait! Wait!

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

And then the cops showed me those photos
of you wearing the clothes you donated

to me.

And I knew exactly what your plan was.

Yeah, well, good for you, detective.

Not like it's going to help you much.

It's your word against mine.

And you won't be talking much after I'm
done.

giving this back to my kids.

Lydia! Lydia!

Lydia! Lydia!

Lydia! Lydia! Lydia!

Lydia!

name miss angie angie ward miss ward we
have an audio recording of a murder

confession from you recorded your whole
confession shouldn't have tried to turn

my friend against me or told me your
whole master plan no no no they're lying

they're like she she she forced me to
confessing okay she's dangerous she she

she she's in love with me i have a video
of her kissing me and she did it

I was there.

I'll testify.

Angie murdered Barbie.

I helped dispose of the body.

She did it.

Angie Ward, you're under arrest for the
murder of Barbara Benson.

Thank you.

Nolan Harwell pled guilty just 15
minutes after being taken into custody,

while Angie Ward continues to deny
involvement in the murder of Barbara

Bentley and will face trial later this
year. She's still delusional, isn't she?

Girl, delusional till the day she dies.

Police are attributing the arrest to
Esme Williams, a local woman who became

suspicious of Bentley's whereabouts
after renting an apartment in her

triplex from Ward and Hardwell.

While we try to dissuade folks from
being internet sleuths, in this case,

Williams' tenacity did the city a favor
and provided closure for the family of

the victim.

Way to go, Ms. Williams.

In other news...

I don't love the part that they forgot
to mention the lady with the wiffle bat.

Just saying.

What? It was the best part of the story.

Excuse me.

Are... Are you Esme?

Hi.

Can I help you?

Hi. Hi. I'm Madeline Bentley.

I'm Barbara's mother.

I am so very sorry for your loss.

It seemed like your daughter was a
wonderful person.

She was.

She really was.

We hadn't talked in a long time.

I was not always a great mother.

I had been trying to get back in contact
with her, trying to make amends.

If it wasn't for you, I don't know if I
would ever even have known what happened

to her.

Thank you. Yeah, no, no. It's okay. So
much.

Hi.

I just want to say I'm really sorry,
Mrs. Bentley.

Thank you.

I hope you get everything out of life
you want,

Esme.

You deserve it.

And that you do, girl.

So, what now?

Still gonna fix cars?

Well, actually, I was thinking about
going back to school.

Maybe criminal law.

I don't want what happened at the house
to happen again, you know?

Is it silly?

I think it sounds perfect.

I got a surprise for you.

Yeah. Come here.

I, uh, I don't understand.

What's this?

You'll see.

Get out of the car. Come on.

What is going on?

Okay, okay, I didn't buy you this house,
okay, so chill.

But one of my customers, he's renting a
one-bedroom here.

I told her all about you, and she'd love
to have you.

It's cute.

It's walking distance from me, yep. Just
a little bit of a selfish ploy to get

you to free babysit whenever I have a
hot date, which is this weekend.

And the deposit?

No deposit, girl.

This actually costs a lot less than the
house that shall never be named again.

Best part, no roommate.

Lydia, I, I, I, I don't know what to
say. I know, and you don't have to say

anything. Because the person that
deserves a break is you.

Well, shall we?

Welcome home, Esme.