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I just don't think

that we have time to be doing interviews,

when we have a manuscript to deliver in less than a month.

Yes, we have a deadline, but marketing is important,

and Deans Catch has over a million subscribers.

A mil?

That's hard to believe

with a stupid name like Dean's Caich.

Well, it used to be a boring show

about fishing reports and nautical maps,

until we started solving mysteries and murders,

So, he pivoted, and cashed in.

You really don't like this guy, do you?

I've known him for years.

He thinks he's a real ladies' man,

but if it's good PR for the book,

who cares If he's an ass?

Unhand me! I have a right to be here!

Sorry, Norman, no visitors allowed.

As President of Ms. Chandler's fan club,

as well as her official archivist,

it is essential for me to be here

to document her appearance on Dean's Catch.

I have the proper credentials.

You made that at home.

Hmm.

Allison! Oh...

dear Allison, please, tell this villain

how I put my life in jeopardy {0 save yours.

It's okay, Noah. He can stay.

All right.

Excuse me.

They're ready for you two inside.

Ah! And here they are.

- Hey. - Hey.

Hey.

Hi. Nice to--

Nice to... It's good to...

Yeah, so good to see you, Detective Kerrigan.

"Jack."

I know.

Okay.

O-kay.

I'm Andi Walker,

and you already know Allison Chandler.

Yeah, all too well.

We've always circled the same harbor, haven't we, Al?

Plenty of wind at our sails, but, uh...

never the right current.

But this ship sailed 10 years ago...

so I guess you're gonna have to trim someone else's jib,

if you know what I mean?

I know what you mean.

Well, we... are, uh,

always happy to discuss our exciting new project.

And by "we," I mean, Andi and I--

- Mm-hmm. - ...hot Jack and I,

not that there is a "Jack and I" at all,

but we've shared a casual glass of wine.

Jack is a detective.

I think he knows that.

Yeah.

Thanks, uh, for being here, Detective Kerrigan.

Yeah, more the merrier.

Oh, we're merry! - Yeah.

Except when people get murdered,

which they have...

a lot.

Are you high?

Uh... okay.

Why don't the three of you sit on this side of the table?

- That's a good idea. - Yeah, let's go.

Ahem.

Mocha soy whip...

extra whip.

Jules, you're a lifesaver.

You know, Juliette's more than just my co-host.

She pretty much does everything around here.

Hmm.

I draw the line at picking up his laundry.

But not at getting coffee.

[t's self-defense!

Katherine says he's "a bear”

if he doesn't get his java in the morning.

Who is Katherine?

Oh, that's my beautiful wife.

Juliette was her teacher's aide in school,

before the layoffs.

You know, I used to do all of this myself,

and then, uh, as you know, the podcast blew up, and, uh,

well, I was just stretched too thin.

"Murderville, USA," am I right, Al?

Oh, I-I don't think we should use that term.

- Ah! - So, uh...

should we get started?

Oh yeah.

The hard-nosed detective, chompin' at the bit--

I like it, but hold your horse!

We're just waiting on one more guest.

- Okay. - Ah, sorry I'm late!

And here she is!

Uh, what is she doing here?

Well, uh, since we're talking about

the recent string of murders in Founders Cove,

I thought it might be something

if the honorary mayor was here with us, too.

Oh, it's something, all right.

So shall we get started?

Oh, yeah.

Juliette? Count it down, please.

And ten, nine...

Um, I'm thinking of catching a movie tonight,

if you wanted to join?

I can't. We've got a schedule to get this draft out.

...four, three...

Good morning, Founders Cove,

and all our subscribers around the world.

I'm Dean Starkweather,

and you are listening to Dean's Catch--

..caught ya!’

A special treat today-- we are broadcasting live

from the Founders Cove Sheriff's Office,

talking all things-- you guessed it--

"Murderville, U.S. of A."

What the heck?

Now, as usual, my co-host, Juliette Daestrom,

will be feeding me your live questions

on the air,

and I'm sure you will have plenty,

because, today, we are joined

by Detective Jack Kerrigan.

Also, we have Honorary Mayor of Founders Cove,

Connie Newsome...

...and we have somebody who needs no introduction,

award-winning author, and local super-sleuth,

Allison Chandler.

Oh! And her sidekick, "Ahn-drea” Walker.

It's "Andrea," and I'm not her sidekick.

It's a pleasure to be here, Dean.

You're talking into the camera.

Well, why don't we kick things off

by asking Detective Kerrigan a question?

Detective,

you are the local respected law enforcement here,

but let's get honest.

Having these two nosing-in on your Investigations,

trying to take all your glory,

well, that must just stick in your craw, hmm?

- What? - Is that--

Is that a real question? - Oh, come on!

Dean...

we have a message from Carol in Watertown,

who wants to know how old Allie is.

- Oh. - Great question!

8) -

Well, Carol...

I'm old enough to know better than to answer that guestion.

But youre never too old to exploit

the public's taste for murder, am I right, Allie?

Uh, I'm not exploiting anyone.

The public loves mysteries,

and, yes, the stakes can be life and death,

but they have to be,

otherwise, the reader won't care what happens.

Katherine?

Is everything okay?

Can we please do without the sound effects?

If I can jump in here, Dean--

it is true that we had a string of tragedies

here, at Founders Cove.

It is also true that, without these two,

some of those killers would still be on the loose.

But I think maybe this town would be safer

if the police didn't have to deal with

Cagney and Lacey over here

getting in the way in the first place!

Who's Cagney and Lacey?

Okay, I'll explain that to you later.

You take that back!

I think it's outrageous

that they're using the recent tragedies

to shamelessly sell books.

Caught ya!

You want to talk about shameless?

"Mayor Newsome" over there,

she tried to write off breast implants

as a campaign expense! - Okay, that's--

Ohh!

That was a rumor!

It's misappropriation of funds!

- We don't need that. - It's not true.

Excuse me, what are you doing?

We're in the middle of a live podcast right now!

If you've got something to say, say it to us live!

I don't think that's a good idea.

Look, that's what journalism'’s all about,

when it's live-- you just come and y--

What?

I'm S 0 SOr ry

Oh, my God...

Oh, my God!

Uh, stop--

stop the podcast.

My-My wife just committed suicide.

How could she do this?

Dean...

any recent changes to Katherine's mood or behavior?

She was on some new meds.

Look, I thought they were working.

I don't know! Maybe I-I could've done something

to stop this, you know?

You can't blame yourself.

Look, is there somewhere you can stay tonight?

Someone we can call for you?

Um, no. No, no, I-I need to be alone.

I'll just go to a hotel for a few days.

- We'll give you a ride. - Okay.

Dean, I am so sorry.

No, no. I'm sorry, for what I said on the show.

I-I didn't mean anything by it. It was just for the show, okay?

Take him where he wants.

Yes, Sir.

Katherine Starkweather was a second-grade teacher.

Everyone loved her.

Did she leave a note?

NO note.

Prescription sedative.

She must've drugged herself so she wouldn't back out,

sat on the bar stool,

put the noose around her neck,

pushed the button on the garage remote,

and then, lights out.

Yeah.

The neighbor, Donna Falconer, saw the garage door open.

She said the deceased was still moving when she got here.

She tried to help, but it was too late.

Well, guess that's it, then.

Thanks, guys.

Wait.

Why is CSU leaving without collecting evidence?

Because this was a suicide.

The neighbor saw the whole thing happen.

There's no sign of foul play here.

Come on.

You do realize

you didn't say one word that entire car ride?

So?

So, I know that face--

it's the face you make

when you think something doesn't add up.

Okay, in every crime,

there's something that feels just off...

but this one, it's flawless.

A-A wife commits suicide

while millions of people

are watching and listening to her husband

on a podcast.

I could not have written a better alibi.

That's because Dean doesn't need an alibi.

There's no crime, Allie.

His wife committed suicide.

You saw Dean--

the new tattoo on his hand,

the whitened teeth--

that's a husband ready for change.

Statistically,

that is £7 most dangerous kind of husband.

Oh, it's probably the window cleaners.

I'll tell 'em to start out back.

What?

Hi! What, no call?

Ahh! I wanted to surprise ya!

You did!

Allie, this is my dad, Kevin.

Oh!

Well, I guess you're not here to wash my windows, then.

No, but I'm happy to pitch in.

Oh! Uh, Allison Chandler.

So nice to meet you.

Allie, I know.

I've heard all about you.

Oh. So what brings you to Founders Cove?

I got a job up in Portland,

but I wanted to stop and see Andi on my way.

I do, uh, construction, remodeling.

You must be pretty handsy.

I mean, handy-- you... must be handy.

I'm pretty good with my hands, or so I've been told.

First, ew! Second, how long are you staying?

Uh, just overnight.

I gotta go into town, find a hotel room.

Oh, don't be silly.

There's a guest room in the main house.

The main house guest room?

Are you sure your butler won't be upset?

Oh, he sleeps in the shed.

Ah.

I Insist.

On one condition-- that you let me cook dinner.

And you-- you cook?

Yeah.

Well, then, it's settled.

Andi will show you where your room is,

and I'm gonna leave you two to catch up.

I'm just gonna go run an errand. I'll see you later.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

I know what you're doing!

I am not doing anything except getting in my car.

You're gonna go back to the Starkweathers' garage,

aren't you?

I'm gonna go talk to her neighbor.

Then I'm coming with you.

No, you're not. You've got company.

Dad, front door's open!

The guest room's on the second floor.

I'll be back in an hour, okay?

Let's go!

It's such a shame.

Katherine was a wonderful spirit.

Do you have any idea what could've made her so desperate?

Not a clue.

How was her marriage to Dean?

Well, it wasn't perfect, but what marriage is,

if you know what I mean?

Oh, she knows.

Ahem.

I... I shouldn't gossip, but, the other day,

I did see a woman visit the house.

Katherine was at a parent-teacher conference.

Pretty hair, nice gams.

So much for Dean's "loyal husband" act.

Yeah, maybe it pushed poor Katherine over the edge.

Or maybe this woman was collecting money for charity

or looking for a lost pet.

You wouldn't happen to have a way

to get into their garage, do you?

Just to see if we missed something

that might explain what happened?

Oh, that's right.

You're that famous novelist

and you're the sidekick.

"Writing partner.”

I water Katherine's plants when they're away.

I'll grab you the key to the back door.

All right...

You be Katherine.

What? No! You be Katherine.

No, Katherine is short. I'm tall.

Come on!

Fine, but I am not putting that noose around my neck.

Fair.

Here.

All right, so... hmm.

Katherine downs an overdose of pills.

Her mind relaxes, but...

she is conscious enough

to press the button on the remote,

and seal her fate.

She presses the button on the remote

to seal her fate!

Would you press the damn button?

I did! It doesn't work!

Let me see that.

Maybe it broke when she dropped it.

Well...

Huh!

Batteries are corroded.

So... the remote wasn't working,

which means she didn't commit suicide.

Or... when Katherine pressed it,

it was the last charge it had before it died,

and she did commit suicide.

Or...

maybe she didn't open the garage door--

someone else opened it.

We've gotta talk to Dean, see what he has to say.

He was sitting next to us on the podcast!

There's no way that he opened this garage door.

I just want to ask him some questions.

Can we please give this man some time to process?

Get him some flowers?

Allison Chandler,

what can I do for you?

We wanted to bring you these.

Ah.

That's sweet. Thanks.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone.

Yup, we understand. Come on!

You know, I had one teensy, tiny question

about your garage door.

Oh--

I thought you said you wanted to be alone?

That's just, uh, one of those phantom flushes.

I should have jiggled the handle or something.

You can come out now, Juliette!

Look.

We all grieve in different ways.

Oh, I bet you two have "grieved"

at least twice already today.

How'd you know it was Juliette?

Well, aside from the proximity effect--

where men tend to cheat with women they work with--

Juliette grazed his arm when she brought him coffee.

He inhaled as she delivered it,

trying to smell her perfume.

Your neighbor

said that she saw a woman at your house

Wednesday night,

while your wife was at parent-teacher conferences,

so I'm guessing it was Juliette?

- No. - No.

I was out of town on Wednesday.

Jules, I can explain everything.

Just give me a-- uh--

I can explain, Jules!

Jules!

If the lady with the "nice gams”

IS not Juliette, who is she?

That's none of your business!

Oh, really?

Okay, well, IT was gonna ease into this, see,

but it's clear that you've moved on, so...

the batteries in this remote are dead,

which means your wife could not have opened the garage door

with It.

Somebody else must've done it,

and we all know

that Juliette was with us at the podcast.

Maybe this other mystery woman iS someone we should talk to.

Look.

My wife was depressed.

I wish I could've helped her,

but I couldn't.

Now leave me alone.

NO.

We just want to talk.

[ don't!

Juliette, we know you've done anything wrong--

except adultery,

and sleeping with a man

on the day his wife committed suicide--

Look!

[ feel terrible.

I mean, I used to work with Katherine.

We were friends.

This other woman that was at the house,

seems like you might know who she is.

I know she's been calling him lately.

I checked his phone.

Anyone we know?

She was sitting right across from you on the podcast.

I was as surprised as anyone.

Not that I knew Dean and his wife well,

but in my line of work,

you hear all the latest gossip.

As far as I knew, they were a happy couple.

So why did you go over to his house the other night?

It's not what it sounds like.

We're just friends.

Dean's not just a "friend"

if you visit him late at night

while his wife is at a parent-teacher conference.

All right.

We were seeing each other--

Mm.

...romantically.

Is that a crime?

There is a chance

that Katherine did not commit suicide.

A small chance.

But her neighbor saw her do it.

Again, there is a chance that it could have been staged.

Again, a very small chance.

Not a small chance-- a regular, full-size chance

that someone killed Katherine, and staged it as a suicide.

I was with both of you at the police station

when all of this happened,

so I don't see how any of this has anything to do with me.

[-I can't think about this right now.

I have to be in Hair and Makeup in 20 minutes.

Pfft.

- Okay. - Ahem.

Another perfect alibi.

What now?

Well--

- Oh! - Oh.

Oh...!

I thought you two would be writing.

Oh, we were.

Yeah, we were-- we were hard at work,

which is why I couldn't go to the movies,

and then we got a surprise visitor-- Andi's dad--

- Oh! - ...and now we came here

to get some pie, for dessert.

Yeah. Unfortunately, they have no pie.

But we can get pie at Rosa's!

- Mm. - I like pie.

I like pie, too.

Okay, well, enjoy your visitor...

and your pie.

We will.

What's going on with you two?

- Absolutely nothing! Okay? - Uh-huh, okay.

Hi there, are you ready to order?

Hi. Are you really out of pie?

J Like a worn-out recording

J Of your favorite song

J So while she lay there sleeping J

J I read the paper in bed...

Okay, you can stop singing now, Dad.

J And in the personal columns

J There was this letter [read J

J If you like Pina Coladas

No. Don't.

J And getting caught in the rain J

J If you're not into yoga

J If you have half a brain

J If you like making love at midnight J»

J In the dunes of the Cape

J I'm the love that you've looked for J

J Come with me and escape

Mm-hmm. Great.

Oh, it was, uh, mid-'80s.

I'm building these bookshelves in Laurel Canyon for a guy,

and he's got guitars everywhere.

I mean, they're all over the house.

It turns out, it is Eddie freakin' Van Halen.

- No! - And he's got

friends coming over, and they start shredding,

and they are just going off, and it was-- it was crazy.

[t was the-- the '80s.

Everybody had Camembert and cocaine in their fridge.

Well, here's to being young and foolish.

Okay, that's it for me.

- ‘Night. - 'Night.

Goodnight.

Mm-hmm.

There's nothing better than embarrassing your kid.

Oh, I absolutely live for that.

- YOU want-- - Oh, yes, please.

You know, she’s pretty lucky to have you as a dad.

She's pretty lucky to have a partner in crime like you.

Oh, I don't know about that--

sometimes, I think she wants to murder me.

Well, we've had our ups and downs.

This whole "Mr. Mom" thing, it didn't come easy.

I can relate.

I'm still trying to figure out the whole "Mrs. Dad" thing.

Ah.

It's like being two parents at once.

You give twice the love, you feel twice the pain.

Thank you.

Well, I'm no writer, but...

I see why they pay you the big bucks.

That is the wine talking.

Well, let's keep it coming.

Mm.

Oh, I love this song.

Mm. Me too.

Mm-hmm?

J You've got this boy believin'... &

J It's all coming true...

HI.

This okay?

Yeah.

J ...Nothing to do

J So I'll be spendin’ all my time... J

J Gettin’ lazy with you

J I wanna get lazy with you

J Lazy with you

Good morning.

Morning.

Wow...

hey, hey, hey! Whoa, ho, whoa, Don Juan!

Your daughter lives here, remember?

Well, it'd take a meteor to wake her before 10:00.

Besides, she's way out in the guest house.

What is on the menu?

We got pumpkin-spice pancakes.

Ooh, yum! I've got some maple syrup somewhere.

No whipped cream?

Behave!

That's not what you said last night.

Ho!

Morning, Dad.

Hey... kiddo! Uh...

You're up early.

You're never up early.

Yeah. Laundry.

Are these pumpkin-spice pancakes?

Yup. Mm-hmm.

My favorite! Oh, my God. I'll get the syrup.

Nope! Wait. You don't have to do that because, uh...

It's okay, I know where it is.

Oh!

Uh... okay.

What the hell are you wearing?

Syrup?

I repeat-- what the hell are you wearing?

Oh, it's, um, it's a Klaus Von Klaus.

Mm, it's a Kimono, and you never wear kimonos.

I love kimonos.

Did you two--?

Hmm.

Oh, my God, you did.

Oh, my God, you did!

- W-We can explain-- - No!

No! Do not explain!

It's a perfectly natural thing when two people...

Oh, my God, stop talking! You're saying the worst words

I've ever heard! Ugh!

Let me get that.

No, I got it!

= 1 @OE= - Dad, I got it!

Fine.

Oh, my god, Dad, you're not wearing any pants!

And you're not wearing a bra!

Oh, but we didn't think that you would be up this early.

You both have officially ruined pumpkin spice for me.

Don't forget your laundry.

Hey, so, um...

it occurred to me

that we have a month to finish our manuscript,

so, I did the math,

and if we each write five pages a day,

we should be fine.

So, what do you think?

You get freaky with my dad,

and now you're just gonna pretend

like nothing ever happened?

I was just taking your advice, trying to have a little fun.

You know, a "situationship” ike you and--

So that's what this is about?

Right, right.

So you're still mad at me for hooking up with Oliver,

SO you hook up with my dad to get back at me?

That is not what happened at all.

That's exactly what happened!

You used my dad as a revenge hook-up.

A w--?

You know what? You're a hypocrite.

How am I a hypocrite?

You can have a "boo thang!"

But can I have a boo thang?

No, no, no-- no boo thang for me.

Stop saying "boo thang!

I am just calling it like it is.

You know what I think?

I think that you're scared

of what you've got with Jack.

Mm-hmm.

You're scared of your feelings,

you're scared of falling for him,

SO you're sabotaging things before they even start.

{door shuts in distance}

Great. Now look what you've done.

Your dad is leaving.

You chased him away.

Hey! You're gonna leave without saying goodbye?

Whoa, take it down a notch, kiddo. I'm not leaving.

I just have to grab something from in town.

Oh.

God.

Ah, this frickin' thing. These fobs never work.

Whatever happened to just using a key?

I know, right?

Wait!

Don't call Triple-A. Let me see the clicker thing--

No, no, I'm not. I'm just gonna use the app.

These new trucks, you can open them, start them,

do whatever-- all from the app.

There--

Ah, see?

That's it! I know how it happened.

What are you talking about?

The garage door opener had a Wi-Fi sticker on it,

which means it could've been opened with an app.

Yes! Yes, yes!

And Dean would've had the app on his phone!

What am I missing?

We have an errand to run. I'll be back in an hour.

I love you-- but I'm still kinda mad at you.

Let's go!

Okay, is this some Kind of official investigation?

Well, if it were an official investigation,

these two would not be here, but you know what?

We can make it official, if you want.

Hey, we don't have to do that.

I've got nothing to hide.

So I spoke with the garage door company.

Your garage door model

IS one that can be opened with an app

from anywhere.

The garage door company

requires a warrant to share user records--

which I'm working on--

but what we have confirmed

Is that the phone that was used to trigger your garage door

on the day your wife died

was using Wi-Fi from the police station,

which is exactly where you were at the time of death.

SO you're saying I opened that door,

that I killed my wife?

- What I'm saying is-- - Oh, cut the crap, Dean!

You were having multiple affairs,

and you wanted out of the marriage,

but divorce would mean

that you'd have to split everything,

including all the money

from the sponsors,

from when Dean's Catch went viral.

Look, it's not that much, believe me.

Wow!

Well, the little fancy watch on your wrist

says It Is! - I thought we agreed

you weren't going to say a single word.

My lips are sealed.

Are they?

Yeah. Mm.

Check the app.

Hmm?

I programmed my car to open the garage door.

He's telling the truth.

This phone did not open that door.

Let me see.

Okay.

Okay, but look at this--

It says that someone else opened the garage door

at the time of Katherine's death.

So who else had the app?

Who else?

It was Connie, all right?

That's how she came and went.

It was easier than giving her keys.

All right, that's crap! He's playing us.

Mm!

Connie was at the police station,

and that's where the signal came from.

Live in three, Connie.

We have clear skies and a brisk, westerly wind

for the Founders Cove Fall Festival,

where residents gather to celebrate the harvest season

with games, food, and good times.

I personally cannot wait

for the good, old-fashioned potluck tonight.

That's all from me, Connie Newsome.

Back to you in the studio, Brett.

[camera operator And... we're out.

For God's sake, let's get out of here.

Pumpkin pie makes me want to vomit.

Oh, not yours.

Connie Newsome, I need to see your phone.

Why?

It may have been used in the commission of a crime.

- That's ridiculous. - Well, a judge didn't think so.

This is the warrant.

Thank you.

You have the app that controls Dean Starkweather's garage,

and your phone was used to open that garage

at the moment

Katherine Starkweather was killed.

That can't be.

Okay, Connie Newsome, you're under arrest

for the murder of Katherine Starkweather.

Are you serious?

Let's go.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can, and will, be used against you...

Your arch nemesis arrested for murder.

I guess you finally win.

It doesn't feel like a win.

Hey. We're gonna go for a walk. You wanna come?

Oh, um, I've got a lot of paperwork to do,

and you two need Daddy-daughter time.

- Okay. - Okay.

I swear, you are not getting away with this.

Watching me get arrested wasn't enough for you?

You needed to see how I look in orange?

Believe me, Connie--

nothing would give me more joy than watching you rot in jail,

but I know that you didn't kill Katherine.

You fell for Dean,

and you I both know you've always had

terrible taste in men.

Almost as bad as yours.

Do you want my help or not?

Go ahead.

As I was saying,

you have terrible taste in men,

you were desperate to get rid of Katherine--

You certainly know what "desperate" feels like.

Are we really gonna do this?

Go on.

All that said,

I know damn well you wouldn't murder her

to get rid of her.

How do you know for sure?

Your lack of a violent history,

your desperate need for societal approval,

and...

the fact that this whole thing was intricately planned,

down to the very last detail.

So you're saying

that I'm not smart enough to have murdered Katherine?

Yup, more or less.

The real question is

whether Dean was desperate enough

to kill Katherine to get out of the marriage.

Honestly, I don't know.

There was no love lost between those two,

and he promised me he would leave her, but--

But he was afraid, if he divorced her,

she would take all of his money.

You don't even know the half of it!

He sold that podcast

to a big media company out of New York.

We're talking mega-bucks,

and the kicker is,

I never asked for that damn garage app on my phone.

It was all his idea!

When did he do that?

About two weeks ago.

So he didn't invite you into that podcast

to gang up on me and Andi.

He wanted you close to him

so he could get into your phone and...

.use It to open the garage door.

That son of a bitch!

Oh, you can't be leaving already?

Yeah, the job in Portland-- I gotta get a move-on.

Yeah.

Oh, and the other, uh, project has been taken care of.

Oh, good. Thanks.

What other project?

- Um, just a bit of carpentry-- - Yeah.

...Work upstairs.

What, did you two,

like, break the bed or something?

- Uh... - Oh, my God!

I was joking!

Because the thought of two boomers

breaking a bed having sex IS so ridiculous

it couldn't possibly be true!

So, thank you for the hospitality.

8) -

Um, any time.

- Uh... - Mm, yep. Yep.

This is...

Oh, for God's sakes!

The damage is done. You two can hug each other.

Right.

I hope to see you soon.

Me too.

- Don't flatter yourself. - Hmm?

She's just using you

{0 get over her own personal stuff.

Ah, I'm fine with it.

I got my own stuff to work through.

I'm sorry if, uh, it makes you feel...

Nauseated?

No! Not at all.

You know, it's been just the two of us for so long,

I forget it's not my job to be your pal.

It's my job to be your dad.

You were a pretty good Mom, too.

Thanks.

I'm still looking for her.

What are you expecting to find?

[ don't know.

That's the point.

Sweetheart, she's gone.

You have to let her go.

I have.

But you two loved each other.

Right. Yeah, look.

I've never told you this, but...

a year before your mom disappeared,

she had an affair.

With who?

Her boss...

at the shipping company that she worked at...

Frank Getz.

Everything just started to fall apart after that.

NO.

No, I don't believe it.

No, I was young, but I remember you two together,

and you were so in love with each other

up until the very end.

I thought so, too.

But life is...

complicated...

and when you love someone who doesn't love you back

it's just...

well, I had to let go, sweetheart...

to survive.

I had a friend do a search...

and he said that Mom's past has been completely erased.

All of her public records are gone!

She worked in I.T.

I mean, she had the skills to do it, if she wanted to.

I think she's hiding from someone.

Sweetheart, I think this might be hard to hear,

but maybe it's...

maybe she's hiding from us.

Dean, we have a message from Carol in Watertown.

Look at this.

It's right at the time of Katherine's death.

Ugh. I can't see if Connie's holding her phone or not.

I can't see if Dean has a phone, either,

but trust me, it is him.

What made you go see Connie?

Hmph, Connie and I have been at each other for years.

If she's a murderer,

she would've killed me by now.

Your dad left his shaving kit in the guestroom bathroom.

Hmm, you can deliver it to him, maybe go for round two.

I'm sorry that you think I'm getting back at you

for what happened with Oliver, but that's not what's going on.

It's Jack, isn't it?

Maybe.

What's the problem?

I mean, you think he's gonna go squirrelly on you

and steal your snowblower?

Wouldn't be the first time.

True.

Okay, we're not getting anywhere with this.

I need a new angle to see if Connie has her phone or not.

The only cameras there were the ones for the pod-show.

"Podcast."

There was probably another camera,

but it doesn't work.

What other camera?

All police stations have surveillance cameras,

but you said there's an ordinance in Founders Cove

that doesn't allow them to actually record.

Yeah, but that's a city ordinance.

The Sheriff's Office IS County.

Hmm!

Here it Is.

Okay, okay. There's Dean's phone.

Connie was sitting right next to him,

just like he planned it.

I remember she put her phone down.

If he picked it up, we'll see it.

Fast-forward a little.

Okay... here she is.

There he is, Mr. Big-Shot,

laughing and talking.

Well, yuck it up, bozo! You're about to go down hard.

Okay, here it comes.

Just watch-- he's gonna reach over for that phone...

Shit!

That light's blocking everything.

Is there another angle?

That's the only camera in the bullpen.

'Course it is.

Unless someone else...

in the room was recording.

Sorry I'm late.

Of course I have footage!

I recorded the entire interview.

- Here we go-- - Yeah.

A clear view!

Oh, I could kiss you, Norman!

I told you I was essential.

Fast-forward to the time of Katherine's death, please?

Okay, right there!

Look, there's Dean, and there's Connie.

Watch what he does in three, two, one--

...for murder, am I right?

Well, T'll be...

Oh, my God. It was Juliette?

Pause that.

No, it-it can't be.

But it is.

It's Juliette, not Dean.

I never would have guessed.

Me neither.

Well, that's it, Norman.

You solved the case!

He didn't actually so/ve it.

I'm having dinner with the President

of the West Coast Chapter of the Cloudies.

Those Westies always think they're better than us.

Wait till I tell!

Noah, keep an eye on him.

This can't be happening.

Okay, but it kind of makes sense, though.

Right? I mean, Juliette was super-into Dean,

and she hated that he was fooling around with Connie,

and she's probably the one

who put the app on Connie's phone,

so she had the password.

All she had to do was hit the icon

to make the garage go.

So how'd she stage the suicide?

She knew Katherine.

They were friends.

She probably went over to the house

after Dean had left for work,

and slipped the pills in her coffee

and then set the whole scene in the garage.

So you...

you're saying that I was...

wrong?

That's right.

Wh... you were the one

who knew that it was a murder and not a suicide,

and you knew

that it was Juliette in Dean's hotel room,

and it was the perfect alibi-- you were right about that!

Going live on air in front of a million people?

But I-I thought that Dean was the killer.

You were only off by one person.

- Yeah. - See you later.

Bye-bye.

Whoa! If it isn't Founders Cove's finest,

and their crime-fighting friends!

Hey, Jules, let's go live.

Juliette Daestrom, you're under arrest

for the murder of Katherine Starkweather.

You have the right to remain silent.

Turn around.

Wait. Wait-wait-walit.

Hold up here.

Are you telling me Juliette killed my wife?

Yeah, she sure did!

And she framed Connie for it, too.

She thought that,

with Katherine gone and Connie in prison,

she'd eliminated the competition,

and could have you all to herself.

Is this true?

I'm not saying anything without my lawyer.

Yep.

Juliette Daestrom,

you have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can, and will, be used against you...

I don't know how you do it.

I didn't do anything.

I thought it was you.

Me? You're kidding.

You may not be guilty, but you still suck.

Hey, as long as it pulls in an audience,

I'm okay with that.

I don't know if you've been on socials lately--

forget I asked--

but...

Norman's video of the police station?

It's been breaking the internet.

Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah. You can't have too much video.

Nope.

Well, I'm glad we didn't forget about Norman.

- Yeah. - Wait a minute.

The-The surveillance video...

we forgot about it!

What are you talking about? Are you having a stroke?

We already watched the police surveillance video.

No, not in the police station-- the donut shop in Montpelier,

where they found your mom's fingerprints.

There's gotta be security footage!

Allie, that was three years ago. It's probably gone by now.

But there was a robbery, SO maybe...

Maybe.

I'll ask Jack.

Great. Okay. I need to lie down. It's...

Okay.

It's been a long day.

I want to thank you for your help today.

Did Andi ask you about--

The donut shop? Yeah.

Let me see what I can do.

Mm, good.

But, for the record...

...] was not at all helpful.

I got this one totally wrong.

NO.

No one bats a thousand,

and this was a tough one to crack...

just like you.

I'm not "tough to crack".

Allie, whatever's going on with you,

it's just none of my business, and I'll just stay out of it.

Thank you.

But, for what it's worth...

the invitation still stands.

If you ever want to catch a movie with me,

I'll bring the popcorn.

Jack?

Yeah?

I do this thing...

where I-I...

rush into things,

and, uh, it's-it's not good,

so It just might take me some time to, um...

figure it all out.

Well...

I'm a patient man.

Huh.

Hope that was as awkward as it looked!

I'm an idiot.

Why?

For overthinking everything--

for being afraid of my feelings for Jack,

for sleeping with your dad.

Ohh!

I'm supposed to be the queen of romance.

Why can't I get this right?

I know exactly what you need.

Mm...

...this is so effing good!

There is nothing that a slice of pie can't fix.

...Mainly sunny the rest of the week,

but watch out for that wind on Saturday.

On a personal note, I have some big news--

my recent brush with the law

nas inspired me to put pen to paper

and write my own mystery novel--

"The Forecast is Murder.”

- Oh, for God's-- - Are you kidding me?

...0f a weather reporter who--

- Can you please turn that off? - Can you turn that off?

- Thank you. - Thank you.

All right, well...

I figured out why I'm so off my game.

You're not off your game.

Mm-mm. I am.

It's the whole boo thang thing.

Like, it's fine for you-- I know it is--

but I can't do it.

It's completely crashed my brain.

It's your kryptonite.

That's exactly what it is!

Remember, when I was mad at you

when you said that I was with your dad

because I was afraid of my feelings for Jack?

You were right,

but here's the problem--

I get so swept off my feet by the romance of everything

that I run off and I marry the guy,

and then I realize later that I made a huge mistake,

and I divorce him-- it's a vicious cycle.

At least you're self-aware.

Oh, definitely self-aware, but enough about me.

I really don't think you should be mad at your dad.

Mm... did I ask for your opinion on that?

No, you didn't, but you're getting it anyway.

I know.

J I think this is the start

J I think this is the part

> When it gets good

> When it gets good

J This is the part

> When it gets good