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Beep, beep!

Walkers coming through!

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

Where are you ladies headed?

All the way.

Right, shall we
pick up the pace?

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 harbor there
to the Manukau Harbour

just beyond there.

What do you say, Harry?

I reckon we could
do with a challenge.

Really?

Well, here's one I
prepared earlier.

Wyatt Rutherford,
retired pro rugby player

turned fitness influencer.

He died in his ice bath
in his home gym during his

three-times-a-week
fitness routine,

which he always
livestreamed, which is what

he was doing when
he slipped under

the water and stayed there.

His fans watched him die?

Yep, 100,000 odd.

They sounded the alarm,
but by the time

the ambulance arrived--

So a medical event
leading to drowning.

You'd think.

But there was a lethal amount
of fentanyl in his system.

So pro sportsman
leaves pro sports

and decides to catch up on all
the partying he's been missing?

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

#StayceeDeservesAnswers?

Who's Staycee?

Staycee Winstone.

She's the star flyer
of the Air Attack cheer squad.

Nice and high!

Her and Wyatt were quite the
celebrity influencer couple.

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 Staycee and Wyatt fans

are on the murder trail.

I thought you
wanted a challenge.

Not that hard.

Well, the
hobbyists have a prime suspect.

Why are you even
entertaining this?

Because they've got a point.

We searched Wyatt's
place up and down,

and we couldn't find any
evidence that he was a drug

user, even occasionally.

So who do these Scooby-doos
think Scooby-dunnit?

This guy, Terrence Scott.

He's a sports agent.

He represents both
the entire Air Attack squad

and also poor old Wyatt.

Why would he want one
of his clients dead?

Fans are lapping up
Staycee's heartbreak,

and Wyatt's old streams
are going gangbusters.

Come on.

You think he killed his
client for publicity?

I 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.

All right, guys.

Reckon I can beat
my previous six minutes?

It's on.

Let the shrinkage begin.

That's a bit
personal, isn't it?

The guy is dead.

Blood vessels, Madison.

Blood vessels.

God.

Love you, Stayce.

Doing this for you, babe.

Whew!

Breathing!

Breathing.

The comments are
starting to go crazy.

You know, he
seemed pretty lucid

before he got into the bath.

He must have taken
the drugs just prior.

After the 10-K run and before
he started lifecasting.

But there was no evidence
of pills in his stomach.

Could have drunk it, I guess--

or a patch.

Which the police didn't find.

He doesn't look like a druggy.

And neither does Staycee.

I mean, God, look at them.

They're perfect.

What do the online
detectives say?

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

Plus a whole heap of theories
about the Illuminati.

I think we need
to talk to someone

with actual skin in the game.

Mate, there's only
so many opportunities,

and then you're lucky to get
a seat in the commentator's box

or-- or some board or--

uh-huh.

Yeah, no, not-- 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--

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 ponies.

I mean, Black Caps, All
blacks-- those guys,

they have the real
tangible talent.

So, Alexa, I am an open book.

Because you're a journo, right?

Uh, police consultant.

Why did I think
you were a journo?

'Cause I said
that to get in here.

Tell me about Wyatt Rutherford.

Uh, Wyatt--
yeah, he was, um--

well, he's 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-- he
channeled everything

into his influencer career.

What about Staycee Winstone?

Oh, she's a--
she's a real sweetie.

I mean, she's
heartbroken, of course.

Devastated.
- Hmm.

That's a good story--

heartbroken and devastated.

Lots of clicks.

Yeah.

Did you know that
there is a, uh--

a group of online
crime fans who

think that you murdered Wyatt?

Well, I got a thick skin.

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

Because Wyatt was, um--

he was dull.

He was obsessed with
fitness and clean living.

Yawn.

I mean, and the positive
affirmations.

I mean, come on, bro.

Make it stop.

Someone did.

Yeah, you know
what happened then?

Subscribers through the roof.

Staycee-- she was
a minor celebrity.

And now what?

Almost a household name.

You've convinced me.

You benefited hugely
from Wyatt's death.

Sure.

Yeah, sure.

Wyatt is more interesting
dead than he was alive.

But no one is more
surprised by that than me.

So if you think that I, um--

I killed my client
for the publicity,

then you are crediting me
with fortune-telling powers

that I wish I had.

Thanks for your time.

So good to meet you.

♪ Whoo!

♪ Come on!

♪ That's it

♪ You gotta get her rolling

♪ Get her rolling

Nice!

Keep that flow going.

Hello.

5, 6, 7, 8!

I'm Alexa Crowe.

Push it!

Nice!

Good!

Beautiful, Staycee.

I work with the police,
double-checking things when,

you know, there's questions
about a death.

This about Wyatt Rutherford?

Mm.

Mindy, face, please!

We've talked about this!

Sorry, Coach!

And lift!

Great, girls.

Much better.

Respect, seriously.

They're different to my day.

We were strictly regarded
as the eye candy.

But these girls are more
skilled than the team

they cheer for.

Better!

Greer Reid,
coach and manager.

Big game coming up.

We're in offseason,
so it's competitions.

We're off to the Worlds
in two months.

Got a good shot
at winning, too.

Hold!

Wow.

Good!

Did Staycee know that
Wyatt was into drugs?

Of course not.

Well, from the socials,
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 Terrences

of this world.

Very diplomatic, Greer.

♪ Whoo!

♪ Come on

16, 17.

Whew!

When it burns, you
know it's working.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Wyatt Rutherford-- have
you ever watched his streams?

No.

I don't do fitness.

Sure, Reuben.

God.

Hey, is that why Alexa's
been hassling me about

this coast-to-coast walk?
- Oh, yeah.

She's decided we're all walking
from one side of Aotearoa

to the other.
It's--

No.

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

You told her yet?

I'll get around to it.

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

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

and lead a perfect life?

Wait, you want people
taking photos of you

while you're having a wash?

They're influencers, Reuben.

Nothing's real.

Although that
chandelier might be.

Oh my God, look
at their bedroom.

I want that bed linen.

It's gorgeous!

I know what you're doing.

Investigating
Wyatt's death, right?

I saw you talking to Coach,
and I thought to myself, yes!

Finally, someone's
listening to me.

I'm Laurel.

#StayceeDeservesAnswers.

I'm part of it.

Well, I'm Alexa Crowe.

- Super cool name.
- Mm.

Look, I'm sorry,
I've just got to--

Oh, um, be warned.

She's not that into the
#StayceeDeservesAnswers thing.

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

Tell me this.

Does Staycee still live at the
house she shared with Wyatt?

Oh, uh, where
he was murdered?

No.

She stays with Mindy,
Greer's daughter.

Greer has a daughter?

On the squad?

Uh-huh.

If you need help,
Alexa, just call.

Thanks.

I will.

Oh, hey, don't
you need my number?

Okay, 021-WHODUNNIT.

I made that myself.

Anyway, just find
me on the system.

19, 20--

Here you go, babe.

Thanks, babe.

Ah, damn!

It's super tasty.

Death by protein shake?

This isn't the day of.

Staycee wasn't
anywhere near that day.

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

Let's ask him.

Hello, Harry.

Kia ora.

Shall we?

Please.

We'll go around the back.

You know, we have
been here already.

Turned the place upside down.

You wanted fresh eyes,
you 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
sponsor products.

No, we need to find
where an influencer would

stash his heavy-duty opioids--

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

Nothing in the ceiling
cavities, no loose panels

in the walls.

Are you sure this
is Wyatt's house?

I can't find the sexy bathroom.

Oh, maybe it's an en suite.

Which way is it
to Wyatt's room?

Uh, 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 a navy sheet?

There's nothing worse,
except for no top sheet.

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

Crimes against interior
design aren't exactly evidence.

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

Wyatt may have lived
here, not with Staycee.

Look, we did go
through here, obviously.

Mads!

The gorgeous linen
you were after.

We were looking for opioids.

This just looks like they
didn't get around to unpacking

when they moved in.

Hang on.

The wallpaper.

Look, I know that
influencers lives are curated,

but this is next-level.

Because Wyatt and Staycee
weren't an influencer couple.

They weren't a couple at all.

Oh, man, it wasn't a romance.

It was a showmance.

What could possibly go wrong?

Reality check, Tad.

You get five rings
tattooed on your chest,

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

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

And by the way,
so is your computer.

Delia?

She wasn't here
when I came in.

Listen, I hate
to intrude, but I just

wanted to find out
whether it was true

that you orchestrated
a phony love affair

between Wyatt and Staycee.

Yeah, all I see is
a legally binding contract.

It's consensual,
aboveboard, confidential.

You might want to rethink
that password, then.

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

What if someone wants out?

An exit strategy?

Well, that's the first
thing we lock down.

If everyone's on the same
page, then there's no problem.

Unless someone gets murdered.

So what do the rest of the
cheer squad think about this?

Well, I refer you
back to confidential.

Hey, why are you here?

You still think I
drugged my own client?

Yeah?

Let him drown?

You storylined everything
else in his life.

Like I said,
the guy was boring.

Too dull for a secret
drug habit.

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

Then why aren't you
asking any questions?

You just accept what
happened, sit back and

count the piles of subscribers
and sponsorship deals

for poor grieving Staycee?

Well, that is my job.

Doesn't look awesome, though.

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

Hey, what's
your badge number, love?

Oh, I don't have
a badge anymore.

And the name's Alexa--

A-L-E-X-A, not L-O-V-E. And
don't worry, I'm out of here.

Good.

There's a fibbing
cheerleader I want to talk to.

Hey, you leave Staycee alone!

It's not some big conspiracy.

It was a career move.

Oh, I don't know.

Living a lie seems kind
of exhausting, Staycee.

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.

Oh, 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 chandelier in his real one.

Ah, Valentine's Day post
was at Terrence's place.

It's his bathroom.

And none of the rest
of the squad know?

You never confided
in any of them?

The whole point
was that everyone

thought we were together.

Right.

Yeah.

See, Terrence says that
interest in all of this

has just soared since Wyatt
livestreamed his own death.

You know, apparently,
you've become

something of a household name.

I really have to get
back to training.

Sorry.

Push it.

Four more.

3, 2, 1-- nice work.

Mindy?

Hi.

Alexa Crowe.

Maybe you've heard
that I'm investigating

Wyatt Rutherford's death.

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

Apparently, you've
already decided

that Staycee killed Wyatt?

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

Well, she's very sensitive.

Well, her boyfriend
just died, and someone's

asking a bunch of questions.

I'd be sensitive, too.

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

Unless Wyatt's secret drug
habit was common knowledge.

He didn't have a--

he-- Staycee
and Wyatt were role models.

So what happened?

No idea.

Uh--

What about you?

How well did you know Wyatt?

Anyone?

So they all ghosted you?

Every single one of them.

Don't talk to the mean
old lady asking questions.

Why are you smiling?

It's not funny.

It makes them look guilty.

Uh, Bullfrog47
thinks that Wyatt

is alive and well and working
at his local tire shop.

Stop reading
#StayceeDeservesAnswers.

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 chemtrails?

Speaking of trails,
are we, um--

we still going on that hike?

Yes.

Well, Reuben has piked,
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'd

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
TS asked me to drop

by, write something up about
your lead-up to the Worlds.

Oh, he didn't
mention it to me.

Oh, he didn't?

Oh, God-- 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, uh--

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

Thank you.

♪ That's it

♪ You got to get her rolling

3, 4, 5, tight, 7, squeeze.

1, look, 3, look,
5, together, 7.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

♪ You can do it if you try

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

The opioid
was absorbed

through the skin somehow.

I'm just trying to see
what I'm missing.

Like, what's in that jar
on the shelf behind him?

Is it some kind of supplement?

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

I love you, Stayce.

I like my water to be 39
degrees and in a hot tub.

No way I'm going
anywhere near that.

Oh.

Oh!

Reuben, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Cheer's changed a lot.

But the old stereotypes
linger, right?

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

So there's no rivalries,
squabbling, bitchiness?

Would you ask male
athletes the same question?

Right, I get
your point, Mindy.

And I would ask
them, if there had

been an unexplained
death connected

to a male sports team.

You want to know about Wyatt.

No one cares about our success.

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

No, no, I care.

That's why I'm asking.

I get that it must
have taken a toll.

I'm sorry if I've upset you.

It's just, there was
this cop here yesterday

asking a bunch of questions
like we'd done something wrong.

And have you?

I'm just kidding.

You're Mindy Reid, right?

You're the coach's daughter?

So?

I legitimately earned
my place on the squad.

And, no, I don't get
any special treatment.

Noted.

Hey--

Maddie?

Hi. [chuckles nervously] This
bag is so cool, I just wanted

to check out what brand it is.

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

I'm Laurel.

Alexa would have mentioned me.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Um, how can I help you, Laurel?

Actually, it's
about me helping you.

You're murderqueen123?

The site administrator
for #StayceeDeservesAnswers?

Wow.

You're good.

You posted a picture
of this last night.

Oh, right.

Well, I was meant
to show Alexa this,

but the girls made a pact
not to talk to her.

Which girls?

The squad.

But whose idea exactly
was it to block Alexa?

What is up with you anyways?

What do you think?

People are asking questions.

Just make
sure that you're

giving them the right answer.

It's a two-way street, Mindy.

Wyatt was the weak
link, not me.

I didn't see Mindy
or Staycee anywhere

on your detective board.

That's because Staycee
was his girlfriend

and Mindy is her bestie.

They can't have been involved.

Thanks for coming, Terrence.

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

I was exaggerating.

I could get in to 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 him.

Or maybe you're
playing games,

and I don't like
game players, Alexa.

This from a sports
star manager?

Nice.

The police took
all the supplements

and checked out
the contents of the fridge.

But what are we missing, Terry?

You know, there's
one thing that

Wyatt touches in the video.

The water.

So what?

Drugs in the bath water?

Wyatt started every
ice bath from scratch.

He'd start the live
cast, turn on the hose,

and then do reps
and stretching,

so nobody could have
put drugs in the water.

If you say so.

But guess what?

Fentanyl is freezable
and absorbable through contact

with human skin.

It's the ice, Terry.

Someone poured liquid
opioid all over the ice.

And you know what that means?

They just had to wait.

So Wyatt poured
his own death bath?

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 he died.

None of them had come here.

Crap.

Exactly.

Not one of them
has a solid alibi.

I knew those cheerleaders
were blocking me,

and now, I know why.

Hmm.

So Wyatt died on a Wednesday.

He ran his usual 10-K's, he
returned to his gym, and he

started his usual live stream.

Put four buckets
of ice into the water.

But he did exactly the same
two days earlier on Monday,

finishing with six
minutes in the ice bath,

and his live feed finished
at 11:30 in the morning.

So between 11:30
on Monday and

10:00 AM on Wednesday,
somebody poisoned

the ice in his freezer.

Yeah, well, that's
almost 48 hours.

It could have been anyone.

Terrence reckons
he was watching

time trials in Wellington.

Some swimmer he wants to sign.

That's easy
enough to confirm.

Morning.

Hey.
What you got?

Express service.

Do you always let him do that?

Hey.
Oh.

Traces of fentanyl.
Cool.

Correct.

But you knew you would be.

I'll get the team
to get new statements.

No, leave that to us, Harry.

It's time we got some straight
answers from some very

dodgy cheerleaders.

Where were you between
11:30 on Monday

morning and 10:00
AM on Wednesday,

the week that Wyatt died?

Waiheke Island.

Chloe Rogers had a pink
ribbon slumber party.

Uh--

Chloe's pink
ribbon slumber party.

I was at Chloe's
slumber party.

Uh--

We were on Waiheke
Island for Chloe Rogers'

pink ribbon slumber party.

Uh--

On Waiheke with the girls
at Chloe's slumber party.

Oh, I threw a 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 Whang rei.

My dad died a few months
ago, so I head up there once

a week to pack up the house.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It was time.

He was old
and in a lot of pain.

Does it make it any easier?

The real challenge is
dealing with the years

worth of hoarding.

I mean, who
needs 20 shower caps?

Which one is Mindy's?

Uh, it's not cool to 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 someone smart
and brave and committed

to seeing justice done.
- I am.

Good.

Because we need
to know why Staycee

called Wyatt the weak link
and what she did about it.

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

Oh, man, this is so dodgy.

Don't mind me.

How's it going?

What are you doing?

She's just making a copy.

And don't worry.

She will delete it right after.

Hey, Laurel, you were
at the slumber party, too,

I'm assuming.

Um, yes.

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

They're my teammates,
my mentors.

Sorry, this is a lot.

And you've been very helpful.

You really have.

Thanks.

Okay, Mindy Reid,
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 messages
with Wyatt for several

months before he died.

Mindy, Mindy, Mindy.

There were three people
in that bogus relationship,

two of whom were
actually having sex.

In the real bedroom,
not the showman's bedroom,

I'm guessing.

Oh, the navy sheets.

Ugh.

Morning, Staycee.

Did you know that
Wyatt was having

a hot and heavy affair with one
of your friends, Mindy Reid?

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 posts.

She knew what she
was getting into.

We were all happy.

But would you be happy
if he dumped you for one

of your pals, fake or not?

Have you
seen my followers?

I can get big
sponsors on my own.

Sure you can, now.

Evidently, people can't get
enough of grieving widows.

I mean, that wasn't
my experience,

but I was a bit
prickly back then.

I don't have a contract that
says I have to talk to you.

So get out of my face.

Yeah, that's what I was like.

Let's go again!

Okay, girls, line it up!

Faces on!

We're going full out.

3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
6, 7 on the spot.

1, 2, move it back.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,
7, clap it out.

1, 2, 3--

You have been
holding out on me.

Hmm?

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, so Wyatt and Mindy were
seeing each other on the sly,

but it wasn't serious.

Well, Mindy is
using the L word.

She-- she was pressuring
him to ditch the showmance

and become a proper couple.

And?

So Wyatt asked to
be released from his contract.

What did you do?

Well, I gave him
a reality check.

You can't go public with
Staycee's best friend.

You'd be painted as a love rat.

Plus, he's in breach
of his contract,

so I could sue his ass.

Nice.

It's business.

It's not personal.

So Wyatt ditches
Mindy and happily

goes back to the status quo.

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 game.

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 the year!

Greer, hey, the girls know
not to post this on

socials, right?

Oh, just pipe down, Terrence!
As if I care!

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

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

Are you saying this
could be deliberate?

You just want
to make yourself useful

and get her the hell
away from me?

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

Sure thing.

It was a mistake.

Yeah?

What distracted you?

I don't have to talk to you.

Where were you
before Wyatt died?

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
the contract over you.

So you went there
to what, talk?

We wanted to be
together, and we

would have been if Terrence
hadn't bullied him.

Yes, I went over
for one last time.

And?

And that's it.

We slept together, I cried,
and I left in the morning.

Mindy.

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

The-- the drug
was in the ice?

And you were there.

See, you had motive
and opportunity.

I did not kill Wyatt.

I loved him!

I had just said goodbye.

Well, unless somebody
else was there with you two.

- Someone else was there.
- No.

Who was it, Mindy?
Tell me.

Leave me the hell alone.

Now is not the time
to fall on your sword.

Leave me the hell alone!

- It's fresh.
- Thank you.

I love bread.

Well, Alexa's sourdough
is the best.

Can I get you
a tea or coffee?

No, thanks, Laurel.

Aren't you supposed
to be resting?

Oh, TBH, with
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 brought
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--

Bruised coccyx.

and another one
who's done a runner.

You are dissipating my team.
- Who done a runner?

Mindy Reid.

She quit the team,
took off for Australia.

- Oh my God.
- Yeah, oh my God.

We're two down.
All right?

And the Worlds are coming up.

Now, honey, how are you?

When do you reckon you
might get back to training?

Well, let's go.

Take it easy, Laurel.

Everything happens
for a reason, sweetheart.

Just remember that, huh?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, hi.

Hi.

I come in peace,
bearing sourdough.

Come on.

Laurel loved it when I
went to apologize to her.

The least
you could do.

Oh.

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

She made her choice,
and now we move on.

Burnout is rife
in high-performance sports.

Still, it must
be hard to watch

your daughter go through that.

Mindy didn't appreciate
the opportunity, unlike others,

who had to work hard for it.

Not like Staycee,
the favorite?

You know, until
very recently,

women weren't allowed
the privilege of being

high-performance sportspeople.

Oh, I know.

The team made it
to the world stage.

Opportunities like
that are sacred.

And Mindy just
threw it all away.

I just get
so frustrated when

young women with
the opportunity to be

brilliant choose mediocrity.

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

Take the bread.

Hey.

#StayceeDeservesAnswers
has gone eerily quiet,

which is weird when, you know,
they've got their

answer, right?

Which is?

Mindy Reid?

I mean, motive,
opportunity, and

she took off for Australia as
soon as you asked her about it.

Ah, but I don't
think that Mindy ran

away because she killed Wyatt.

Why then?

I think she ran away
because she realized who did.

Okay, and she's
scared of them?

Or she wants to protect them.

Training's canceled, Greer.

Uh, sorry?

What-- what's going on?

Terrence has canned it.

I'm
sorry, Terrence

doesn't get to make that call.

Since when?

Since I convinced
him that I know

who killed Wyatt Rutherford.

You know, I've been looking
at old footage of 86

FM blockbuster "Super Babes"?

Well, there's
20 minutes of your life

you'll never get back.

No, but you were good.

I hated every second.

I know.

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

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

would they?

Don't pretend
you get it, Alexa.

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

Really?

I'm guessing you didn't have
to hand out shots in a bar,

in a bikini and heels,
just to make minimum wage.

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 right?

You're telling
the story, Alexa.

Yes, I am.

And it's about to get good.

Terrence talked
a good game, and

you were into it,
until he thought

pushing a romance
between a cheerleader

and a rugby player was
the way to get attention.

So Staycee was now not
getting famous for her talents

but for being
someone's girlfriend.

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

Of course you did.

I mean, that was like
going back in time

in the worst possible way.

Yeah, exactly.

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

suddenly, she's watching his
live stream day and night,

and now, there's tension
between her and Staycee.

Cracks were starting to show
in the team over a bloke.

So what
are you suggesting?

I killed said bloke
because he dumped my daughter?

Is that what it was?

See, I thought it was more
because he was ruining

your vision, like
your daughter was

in danger of giving it all
away for a rugby player who

didn't even want her.

She was never gonna do that.

I've always drummed
it into my girls,

squad first, sisters first.

Never let a man
come between you.

It must have burned when
she ignored your advice then.

The night of the pink
ribbon slumber party,

you checked
the socials, and you

noticed straight
away that Mindy

wasn't in any of the pictures.

I was at my father's house
in Whang rei that night.

You were, but you drove back.

You see, I checked the records
for the Northern Gateway

toll road.

You were back
in Auckland before dawn.

And you drove past Wyatt's
house, just to be sure.

And Mindy's car
was parked outside.

She'd gone back there, chosen
a man over her team bonding,

chose to defy her
mum, her coach.

You didn't like
that one little bit.

You practically dragged
her out of there.

Mindy.

Stay away from her!

Out!

So the burning question
for me is, did you

take your father's
fentanyl because you

planned to use it on Wyatt?

Or did you think it
up there and then?

You're supposed
to return all meds

to the pharmacy or the doctor
when someone passes, Greer.

But you didn't.

You kept that hugely
dangerous drug,

and we both know
what you did with it.

Now, your daughter
Mindy is already

going through hell, because she
knows that you killed Wyatt.

And I'm hoping you'll
spare her the pain

of having to dob you in.

I told you, my stupid
daughter didn't

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-- I-- I trained
those girls to demand

more, not to need a man.

But your daughter
loved Wyatt.

That's why you killed him.

No!

No, you killed
him for the team.

Poor form, Coach.

Poor form.

It is only 16 Ks, Harry!

9 miles.
Harden up.

Yeah, all the way
across Aotearoa,

even if it is the skinny bit.

Please.

Yeah, no, it was
never on my to-do list.

Both harbors
and only two volcanoes.

Which we could
have gone around

or past, not up and over.

Where's the fun in that?

Well, since when did
Alexa Crowe like fun?

Beep, beep!

Coming through, people!

Oh, that is the end.

Come on, let's go.

Step it up, guys.

Come on!

♪ Uh-uh, katuarehe,
you ain't ready ♪

♪ We're not flying
on the same plane ♪