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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 ♪