All language subtitles for My Life is Murder S05E03 For the Love of Dog 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 H 264-RAWR_track3_[eng]

Why are you here?

Am I boring you?

Am I?

Where's your mum?

Eh?
Where's your mum?

Where is she?

I see you've made a friend.

Oh, you know me,
always collecting strays.

So, uh, what have we got?

A murdered Maltese?

A kidnapped kelpie?

A Labradoodle with a grudge?

Not quite.

We have a Coral Belton.

She invented an eco-friendly
floor polish and made millions.

But six weeks ago,
she was found dead

at the bottom of her stairs.

She died of a broken
neck, conducive to a fall

probably caused by her
crazy high heels.

Yeah, it looks like she was
literally a victim of fashion.

Coral recently separated
from her husband.

They were in a bitter
custody battle over Frances.

I went to school
with a Frances.

She drank the PVA glue.

Well, this Frances
isn't a child.

He's a red retriever.

Yeah, that's not her.

Coral had custody,
but now she's dead, Frances

lives with the ex-husband.

His name is Doug Belton.

He's a struggling
entrepreneur, flimsy alibi.

Said he was out jogging.

Mm-hmm.

Now, a neighbor
heard Coral call

for Frances at 8:00
PM, and she was

found dead the next morning.

Coroner puts time of death
at 8:30 PM, give or take.

Now, when Coral was found,
the dog was missing,

but the gate was shut.

And there was no way
he could have escaped.

Well, unless the dog
got out when someone

else was coming in or leaving.

Exactly.

Frances showed up at an animal
shelter early the next morning,

dropped off by someone who
didn't want to come in.

Oh, a dog-loving
killer, right.

Any security footage?

No, horrible quality.

There's someone there, but we
can't get a good image.

So you can't pin
it on the ex-husband?

Not yet, but I
thought my friend

Alexa might be able to help
us on the final straight.

You think Doug Felton
killed his wife for a dog?

How far would you go
for the pet you love?

Touché.

All right, Coral Belton, did
you fall, or were you pushed?

What do you think, eh?

Is it wrong to admire
a dead woman's shoes?

She made Frances wear
shoes, too, to protect

her expensive floors.

Aw, it's so cute!

So why was she wearing
razor-sharp heels?

Okay, there's no
sign of forced entry,

so the killer must have talked
their way in or had a key.

But if the house
and the gate were secure--

Then how did Frances escape?

And how did he turn himself
in at the animal shelter?

- Fine, I'll go.
- No, no.

No, no.

Too dangerous.

You go anywhere near
that animal shelter,

you're gonna come home
with a sad kitten or

a lost bunny or a dog.

I will not.

Just remember, Chowder does
not play well with others.

Who is it, Frances?

Who's that?

Doug Belton.

Sit.

Sit.

Good boy.

I'm Alexa Crowe.

I'm investigating the death
of your ex-wife, Coral.

I can't talk right now.

I've gotta walk my dog.

Perfect.

Because regular exercise
gives me bright eyes

and a very healthy coat.

Can you tell me about it?

Well, we'd been married
three years, one good one.

The new business took off.

Difficult when one of you
suddenly becomes a millionaire.

Mm.

Money changes people.

But now you get
to keep all the money.

Can you tell me about
your relationship recently?

Um, it was amicable.

I heard you were
at one another's throats.

She was being unreasonable.

Is that why you
pushed her down the stairs?

No, her death
was an accident.

I didn't push Coral
down any stairs,

despite the fact that she was
keeping my dog out of spite.

Well, lucky for you,
somebody found Frances and took

him to the animal shelter.

Kindness of strangers, eh?

What I wanna know
is, how did Frances

get through a locked
security gate?

We're done here?

Come on, Frances.

Come on.

I've always wanted
a puppy, but my flatmate

is more of a cat person.

Well, I mean, dogs
aren't an accessory just

to put in your handbag.

They're not just for Christmas
or Easter or Matariki.

They're for life.

Uh, I needed to find out who
dropped off Frances, the red

retriever, on the 14th.

You see, I'm sorry, I'm
not at liberty to divulge

that kind of information.

It's for a police
investigation.

Yeah, but are you the police?

Not exactly, but I am
investigating a murder.

And the dog could be with
the killer right now.

What?

Yeah, a dog's life
could be in danger.

Why didn't you say
that in the first place?

Just hold her.

Oh, okay, okay.

Oh.

So it was the 14th, you said?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

There's no record of who
dropped the dog off.

But we checked the microchip,
and we did call

a Douglas Belton, 10:03 AM.

Mm-hmm.

Came to pick
the dog up, 10:17.

- Wow, that was quick.
- Oh, it's just right here.

No, no, no, I meant
that Doug picked up

Frances quickly, considering he
lives about half an hour away.

Look, I know that
the police have already

checked out your security
camera footage,

but I'd love another look--

and to take this puppy home.

You know, Doug didn't seem
too cut up about Coral's death.

And he'd clearly do
anything for his dog.

My friend
at the animal shelter

is gonna send the CCTV
footage for another look.

Apparently, it's really
poor quality, but sure.

Doug's definitely
hiding something.

I mean, I would
kill for this house.

Hey, Alexa.

No, we cannot get a dog.

How did you know I
was gonna say that?

Ooh.

Not a mark on it, which means
there's no way that Coral was

wearing these when she fell.

You know, Doug has a key,
a motive, and a flimsy alibi.

He could have let himself
in, pushed her, and

then put the stilettos
on her to make

it look like an accident.

Presto.

He has his precious dog
and millions of dollars.

Presto.

Oh, Coral had amazing taste.

This is CCTV.

Someone dropping
Frances to the shelter.

He knows the camera's there.

I've seen those
hand signals before.

You dropped Frances
at the animal shelter

after Coral was killed.

Why would I drop
my own dog off?

And then you
picked him up again.

There was CCTV, Doug.

You had a starring role.

Okay, okay, I--

I took Frances.

But Coral was
alive when I left.

I heard her calling
out for Frances just

as we'd got through the gate.

Is this yours?

Please go on.

I was surprised
because I thought

she was still on holiday.

The next day, when I found
out she was dead, I panicked.

I thought it might look
like I did something.

It does.

It looks like you pushed her
down the stairs, stole the dog,

and left him at the animal
shelter to cover your tracks.

I didn't go in the house.

I thought that random
dog sitter was there.

Random dog sitter?

The weirdo she hired
off the internet.

Coral's laptop is very clean.

Did Harry say anything
about a dog sitter?

She departed days
before Coral died.

And Doug never
mentioned it to police.

And why would he?

Oh!
Here we go.

I found her.

"Bailey Browne, the best dog
and house sitter in town."

I know that retriever.

Hey, Alexa, do
you think the dog

sitter could be our new lead?

Thanks for seeing us, Bailey.

Coral was so nice.

It's awful what
happened to her.

Mm-hmm.

I love your dress.

Thanks.

I, uh, love your job.

And I love hearing
details about Coral Belton.

Well, she was
at an off-the-grid retreat.

No phone, no internet--
my idea of hell, to be honest.

She had to come home early.

But this gig popped
up, so I moved in here.

Where's the dog you're
looking after now?

Around here somewhere.

Pedro!

Anyway, next day, Coral tripped
and fell down the stairs.

Horrific.

Did many people know
she'd come home early?

I'm not sure.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want Coral dead?

Well, I didn't
really know her.

Oh, my god.

Her ex-husband.

Why do you say that?

He turned up at the house
one day, real aggro.

He said he was going
to take Frances.

I had to use all my dog sitting
skills to get rid of him.

What did you do?

I said, look, there's
someone behind you.

And I slammed the door
in his scary face.

She said I was scary?

She was the one screaming at
the door, waving a cricket bat.

Why would she do that?

How do I know?

I didn't even know Coral
was away till then.

And I've got proof that I
couldn't have killed her.

When I said I was
jogging, I wasn't.

Yeah?

I have a receipt
from a petrol station.

I had to stop off
and get some dog food

after I retrieved Frances.

So you never
yelled at Bailey?

Well, I might have.

I thought she was
Coral at first.

They have the same hair.

You know,
to the casual observer,

it might seem like
Bailey's passing

off Coral's house as her own.

It looks like Bailey's
living her best life.

She's living
someone else's life.

And now that someone
else is dead.

Oh, whoa.

That's the robe that Coral was
wearing the night she

died, right?

You know, Bailey was supposed
to be at the house that night.

No one knew that
Coral came home early.

Same dark hair, same
build, same clothes.

Coral wasn't the intended
murder victim.

Bailey was.

Do you think Coral was
murdered because of me?

How many people knew that
you were staying at hers?

Oh, my social media
wasn't exactly very subtle.

Well, can you think of anyone
who'd want to hurt you?

Well, there was
that lady that

yelled at me at the dog park
just for petting her Havanese.

Oh, my god.

Am I still in danger?

You're in a new
house that you

hopefully haven't posted from.

Yeah.

I've been doing
that thing where

you disappear from
social media for a while

and then come back
rebranded, you know?

Just lay low, and, uh,
leave it to us, all right?

Absolutely.

Anything you say.

I don't think Bailey
is much of a dog sitter.

Well, all her
reviews are five stars.

Should Coral's
laptop do that?

It's a notification.

Prospero.

Some kind of elite
dating service?

So Coral was
looking for love.

Can you pull up her profile?

Weird.

It says she went on four
dates in Auckland

when she was in Bali.

I think the lookalike
Bailey was

borrowing more than clothes.

So Bailey pretended
to be Coral to get

access to this millionaires'
dating service.

And any one of those
dates could be our killer.

This is something that
Bailey should have mentioned.

I'll go.

This looks expensive.

Oh, please.

The owner inferred that
I make myself at home.

Mm.

Speaking of, you were using
Coral's Prospero account?

Okay, so the Doggie Cam
was on the laptop, which,

obviously, I need access to.

And then all these
notifications

kept pinging, matching her with
all these hot millionaires.

I mean, what's
a girl to do, right?

I just felt
like a free steak.

Or four.

How much is it to sign
up with Prospero?

Thousands.

Why?

Are you thinking of joining?

Not me.

I don't need to join
a dating service.

Well, you do if you want
to interview potential killers.

Ah, and they offer
one-on-one date coaching.

Ugh.

- Everything all good, ladies?
- No.

Yes.

Business as usual, then.

Coffee?

Two.

You need two existing

members to authenticate you.

All right.

I'll use Coral's
profile for one.

Just work your Madison
magic on the other.

But first, some
window shopping

for the next Mr. Alexa Crowe.

Here, millionaire
holding a knife,

millionare holding
a fish, millionaire

holding a fish and a knife.

What are these guys doing?

- Making sushi.
- Eh.

Oh.

Managing director,
private equity.

Interests include
"chilling on my superyacht,

heli-skiing
in Queenstown, and wining

and dining beautiful ladies."

Well, he sounds like a dick.

I will kill him!

Come on.

It's not a crime to be
looking for love.

Uh, you're not.

You're looking for rich women.

Well, that's the kind
of women I love.

So how did you
get on Prospero?

You have to be
a millionaire authenticated

by other millionaires.

Yeah, but it's
90% women, isn't it?

So they make it easy
for the men to join up.

Oh, wait.

We have to prove our net worth,
and any old scammer

goober like him can jump on?

Oi, that's hurtful!

Can you authenticate Alexa?

Leave some positive
feedback so she looks legit.

Ooh, that's a bit wrong on a
whole lot of levels, isn't it?

It's for a case.

Okay, so who's doing
the deceiving now, then?

These poor blokes come
along in good faith,

hoping to fall in love.

Please.

Hoping to fall
into bed, not love.

And little do
they know you're

not there for that, are you?

You don't know that.

I'm only gonna ask
you this once, Will.

Are you fleecing
those wealthy women?

My own sister
doesn't believe in me.

Will, password?

All right, fine.

I don't
feel good about this.

Bailey mentioned Doggie Cam.

Have you checked it out?

Yeah, it's
a subscription-based

security system which
keeps recordings,

but it's password-protected.

Piece of cake for you.

It's a camera inside
someone's home, Alexa.

If it was a piece of cake,
no one would use it.

Have you checked your email?

It's your timetable for today.

Look, I've set up the lunches
at Reuben's, so you've

got a bodyguard if you need.

Yes, look, I know
you don't need,

but I'm not sending
you to a hotel room

with any of these guys, even
though that's what two of

them suggested.

Look on the bright side.

We did make a pact
to start dating.

We did not.

Yeah, I said it was time
to see who was out there.

And you agreed.

In my defense, I never
listen to a word you say.

And anyway, I think
that I can do better

than dating murder suspects.

Well, it's just we
don't meet anyone else.

And anyway, all of these guys
met up with Coral, a.k.a.

Bailey, at least once.

So go on, get changed.

Mm.

We really should
have gotten you

that one-on-one date coaching.

I will be
charming, I promise.

What, you'll laugh
at their jokes,

even when they're not funny?

I refuse to fake anything.

Whoa!

Nice.

I mean, nice day for it.

Yeah.

Table by the window okay?

Good.

Spying on me?

As if.

This is my local.
Tell him.

Well, everyone's welcome.

Yeah, well, I've got
to come down here, all right?

Superyacht's parked over there.

- Moored.
- What?

If you're going
to be a big, fat liar,

at least get the terminology--
- Shh.

like, "your super
yacht is moored."

Right, moored.

You're better
than this, Will.

I'm really not.

Alexa, your first
date is here.

First date.

How many are there?

Thank you, Reuben.

All right, Reuben,
cancel my Americano.

I'm gonna take Trishelle
somewhere a little

more private.
No offense.

None taken.

Good-looking girl.

Moved overseas, though.

Are we talking threeway?

Thank you.

Kirk.

Wow.

Well, you're far too
good-looking to need

a dating service, Alexa.

Oh, gosh.

I could say the same about you.

Yeah, but my property
empire just

takes up so much of my time--

Grimstone Investments.

You've heard of us, right?

Yeah, I think so.

See, when I blew my knee
at the ORBAT trial,

I pivoted to property.

You know, perhaps
my friend has heard of you.

She's also a member
of Prospero, Coral Belton.

You know her?

Uh, no.

Nope.
No, not a Coral.

Ah, my man.

Uh, bottle of your most
expensive champagne.

Thanks, big boy.

Coming right up.

Alexa, my dear, how about
we get that bubbly to-go?

To your house?

I was thinking more like
a five-star hotel.

Why?

Is your wife home?

You know, it goes on to say
that Grimstone Investments

is owned by your father-in-law,
and you just work there.

Whoa, whoa.

What is this?

Is this some kind of setup?

You're friends with Coral.

Of course it is.

Thought you didn't know her.

You know what?

You'll be getting
a one-star rating from me.

Thank you.

You good, Alexa?

Kirk already paid for that?

Morning.
- Were you out all night?

Good.

I'm starving.

Um, Alexa, you didn't hook
up with the murder suspect,

did you?

I shared a bottle of free
champagne with Reuben.

We lost track of time.

Oh!

Contestant number
four, Kirk Maxwell--

married, hair-trigger temper,
not a fan of Coral

Belton, a.k.a.

Bailey.

I had dinner with
Kirk a couple of times.

Anything more than that?

We went to a hotel twice.

Did you know he was
almost an ORBAT.

Did you know he was married?

Not at first.

But once I did, I was out.

I don't do homewrecker.

He, um-- he went psycho.

He threatened to kill me.

You didn't think
to mention this before to us?

I blocked it out.

He was really scary.

Wait.

He sent me this.

"I know where you live."

I'm sorry.

I definitely should
have told you.

Any other critical
details you'd like to share?

Oh, it's a little bit bad.

I may have asked for a teensy
bit of hush money.

You tried to blackmail him?

I was being a good feminist,
teaching a cheater a lesson.

Thank you, Bailey.

You've been very helpful.

Are you going to arrest Kirk?

I'm thinking more
like a second date.

Oh, hello.
- Can I help you?

Yes.
Is Kirk Maxwell here, please?

And you are?

Alexa Crowe.

Kirk, remember me?

Sorry.

How do you know my husband?

How do we know each other?

Alexa is our new
investor, babe.

That's not what it
says on my profile.

I'm running late
for a meeting.

You go.

Love you.

Good luck.

Hey.

What the hell are
you doing here?

If Sloane finds out anything
at all, my life is over.

Well, you should stop
cheating on her then.

I'm investigating
Coral Belton's murder.

Murder?

Didn't she fall
down some stairs?

It's looking like
she was pushed.

And you think I did that?

You think I killed Coral?

I think you did,
and you didn't.

Now, this is Coral Belton.

No, it's not.

I've never seen this
woman in my life.

How about this one?

Yeah, that's her.

No, this woman was only
pretending to be Coral Belton.

And when she figured out
that you were married,

you sent her threatening
texts to keep her quiet.

What's the matter, Kirk?

You pushed the wrong
brunette down the stairs.

I'm not talking to you
without my lawyer.

Well, your wife turns
out to be the best

divorce lawyer in Auckland.

Shall we call her back?

I think that
you should leave.

So Kirk definitely won't be
leaving any positive feedback

on my Prospero profile.

Yeah, forget him.

What exactly happened
with Reuben last night?

Oh, that'll be Sloane
Grimstone Maxwell.

You can't possibly know that.

Sloane Grimstone Maxwell.

Welcome.

Did you notice that I slowed
down at the orange light

so you wouldn't lose me?

Oh, right.

She followed you.

Are you having
an affair with my husband?

No.

No, I'm not.

But he is on a dating
service called Prospero.

He was matched
to a woman called

Coral Belton, who died under
suspicious circumstances.

Kirk slept with
this Coral woman?

Well, he thinks that he did,
but actually, it was her dog

walker pretending to be her.

You're telling me
my husband is so stupid,

he can't even have
an affair properly?

When Bailey found
out Kirk was married,

she did the right
thing and broke it off.

And then she did
the wrong thing

by trying to blackmail him.

That'll be why he asked for
a loan from my family trust.

Kirk doesn't have
access to my accounts.

He can't be trusted
with money--

or anything else, it seems.

Are you okay?

I'm going to take Kirk
apart, piece by piece.

He'll never know what hit him.

Sloane, is Kirk capable
of murder to save his marriage?

To save his
lifestyle, you mean.

Clearly, I don't know what
my husband is capable of.

You think she already knew
her husband was cheating?

Well, she's smart, and he
wasn't exactly subtle.

Either way, it seems I've got
a third date with a dirty dog.

Ugh, go away.

Haven't you ruined
my life enough?

Bailey was blackmailing you.

And you had everything to lose.

That's some serious
motive, Kirk.

No, I have lost
everything, thanks to you.

Are you threatening
me, like you did Bailey?

You mean the little
scammer pretending

to be someone she wasn't, huh,
who got 20 grand out of me?

You paid her?

Yeah, with a loan from
Sloan's dad, which he's now

called in.

How am I supposed to pay
that back with no job?

Hmm?

How?

You know, Kirk, you
haven't lost everything.

You've still got your freedom.

But if you need new digs,
corrections could help you out.

So where were you the night
that Coral Belton was pushed

down the stairs in her home?

Landry Towers.

Five-star hotel?

Anyone can verify that?

No, I-- I--

I don't know her name.

I met her in a bar.

So no.

I have photos.

But I had to delete them.

If Sloane ever
found out--

there's no way
to get them back.

I got a friend who might be
able to help you with that.

Mads, I have got
a fun gig for you.

Kirk's given me
access to his phone,

which means that we've got--

Alexa!

Thank you so much.

I'm so grateful.

Now that Kirk knows
he got the wrong person,

Bailey was feeling
a bit scared.

So I put Pedro
in a boarding kennel.

And we have a houseguest.

Well, I'm glad
you're here, Bailey.

You never mentioned that you
got 20 grand out of Kirk.

Whoa.

He actually paid?

I don't check that
account because there's

never any money in it.
- Oh.

Maybe he killed
Coral thinking

he could get that money back.

He reckons he's got an alibi.

Can you prove that?

You're about to.

Deleted photos from the Landry
Towers Hotel-- and go.

You can hack phones?

Oh, no.

We don't say "hack."

Never say "hack."

Okay, but not everyone--

Shh.

has your nerves
of steel, Alexa.

Still not keen
on having a murder

suspect staying in my house.

Suspect?

Since when?

Bailey was the intended victim.

Or is that just what
she wants us to think?

All I see is a tangled web,
and that woman out there

is at the center of all of it.

Hey.

You didn't want
to meet at your place?

Oh, Madison's invited
a potential murder

suspect for a sleepover.

So you think this
Bailey person isn't

as innocent as she looks.

I can't figure out if she's
really smart or really dumb.

But we're on our way
to confirming that Kirk Maxwell

has an alibi.

And why would the dog
sitter murder Coral?

It doesn't make sense.

Hang on a sec.

Oh, great.

This will be Kirk's photos.

Okay.

Rock-solid alibi.

Nice.

Oh.

Madison hacked
into the Doggie Cam footage.

I had no idea she
could do that.

- Well, we don't say "hack."
- Oh.

Let's see.

That's Coral in bare feet.

And look.

That's got to be the killer
in fancy slippers.

What?

The killer was a woman?

Oh, my god.

Kirk's wife?

Sloane already knew that
Kirk was cheating on her.

So she went to confront
her, and things got heated.

Why don't you
two look into her?

I've got a few loose ends
to tie up here first.

What does "look
into her" mean?

We don't have to talk
to her, do we?

She sounds terrifying.

We'll just look around
and see what we can find.

Oh, I'll get my coat.

I'm gonna look the part,
right?

Get her alibi
while you're at it.

Really?

Just out of curiosity.

Couldn't hurt.

Okay.

I can't believe you can hack
someone's door code like that.

We don't say "hack."

Sorry.

What other fun
stuff do you get to do?

You get to ask
questions like, where were

you the night of the murder?

Where were you
the night of the murder?

Oh, me?

I was dog sitting
that cutie, Pedro.

I took heaps of pictures.

They'll all have the date
and time and stuff.

Great.

Oh, here we go.

I'm gonna make a copy
of the files on the computer.

What are you
hiding, Bailey Browne?

Hey!

God.

You're going through
Madison's stuff, are you?

Of course not.

Got a houseguest.

Oh, you're going through
your houseguest's stuff.

Remind me to never
stay with you.

How's Trishelle?

She wants to invest
300k in a little

startup I've told her about.

Look, Lex,
I've tried, all right?

Landscaping business,
and I work all hours

and break my back.

I'm left with $0.05.

It's called an honest living.

Well, I think I'm
my father's son.

- Oh, please don't start.
- Come on.

The only reason you're
any good at what you do

is because you bend the rules.

All right?

Maybe grifting is
what I'm good at.

You're not your father's son.

You're my brother.

Where'd you find that?

Rifling through
someone's stuff.

Well, guess what?

I don't think
she's supposed to have it.

Right, bi-- yeah.

Why'd you come here?

Just say hi,
before you decide

to never talk to me again.

No, you came here so I
could talk you out of it.

Hmm.

We'll check Sloane's calendar
for the night of the murder.

So she was at Shirley's Gym.

Bailey?

Hello?

Madison.

Oh, my--

Oh, I got lost.

This house is huge.

She's got a walk-in wardrobe.

Help me out here.

OK.

What are we looking for?

Oh.

These are divine.

Ah.

Can I try them on?

Absolutely not.

Oh, my.

Recognize these?

Oh, my god.
Doggie Cam.

Mm-hmm.

Bailey, Bailey, Bailey.

Oh, you are so dead.

Playing squash-- yeah, right.

Working late again, my ass.

Let's see you
afford cashmere now.

Alexa.

Yes?

We found something.

Hmm?

Sloane did it.

The Doggie Cam
slippers hidden

at the back of her wardrobe.

Plus, she came home
while we were there.

And slashed all
of Kirk's clothes

with this massive knife.

Yeah, and took them all
outside and started a bonfire.

Amazing work.

My new career.

Girl detective.

Or just detective.

What?

Bailey never returned
Coral's house key.

Well, she must
have forgotten.

I mean, she's not the most
reliable, bless her.

And you two were together
the whole time at Sloane's?

Alexa, I checked Sloane's
alibi, Shirley's Gym.

And guess what?

I can't find it
online anywhere.

Shirley's Gym doesn't exist?

Case closed, don't you think?

Of course Sloane didn't
know I was cheating.

I was careful.

I hate to break
it to you, but

both Bailey and I found out you
were married pretty quickly.

Could she have figured out
where Bailey/Coral lived?

I guess.

And Sloane goes to Shirley's
Gym every Wednesday?

Oh.

Yeah, sometimes twice a week.

Does she ever stay late?

Yeah.

Oh, hey.

Are you going to the gym,
Shirley's Gym,

the one that doesn't exist?

Did you have a bonfire?

I had a moment recently, but
I'm feeling much better now.

I know that you knew
your husband was cheating.

No comment.

Did you accidentally
kill Coral Belton

thinking she was Bailey?

Where do you go
every Wednesday?

Come with me, and find out.

After you.

What is this place?

You'll love it.

Hey, Shirley.

Hello, love.

Shirley's Gym.

Is that Alexa's robe?

Chowder doesn't
seem to like me much.

I'm cloaking myself
in her scent.

It's a pet-sitting trick.

Shall we go out for lunch?

Sure.

Shirley,
I like your service.

Hey, uh, can I ask you
to look something up, please?

Wednesday the 13th, about
8:30 PM, was Sloane here?

I'm here every
Wednesday night.

Yes, you are.

So Alexa, if you're police,
can I report a break-in?

I'm not police.

Anything taken?

No, something was
left behind, though.

Oh, my god.

I got a new housesitting
gig for next month.

You have to come and visit.

Hey, did you end up
sending those photos of where

you were the night Coral died?

Oh, I forgot.

I'll do it now.

Oh.

Oh, my god, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
- Oh.

- I'll grab you another one.
- No.

- I'm so sorry.
- That's fine.

I'll just dry off
under the hand dryer.

Shoot.

Oh!

Ooh.

Sorry, I didn't
mean to scare you.

No, that--
that's-- that's okay.

I'm meeting Trishelle.

Was that your houseguest?

Yeah, Bailey Browne,
except, according to this,

she's actually Betty Snowden.

I-- I hate it when
Alexa's right.

Yeah, me, too.

Now I'll have to call her and
let her say, oh, I told you so.

Madison, um, Betty--

Bailey just took off.

Without her phone.

This could be bad.

Bailey!

Hello?

What's wrong?

Bailey's gone,
and she's taken Chowder.

Chowder?

Just give me my cat carefully.

Stay back, Alexa.

You don't know me.

Well, I know
that you murdered

someone to save your own skin.

I know that you used
your job to gain

access to rich
people's homes and

help yourself to their lives.

I mean, careful not to go too
far, not to get caught, right?

I bet you couldn't believe
your luck when you got access

to Coral's dating service,
all those lonely millionaires

to take advantage of.

And Coral's profile picture
was just artsy enough

to be mistaken for you.

So what?

I grifted a couple
of rich losers.

It doesn't make me a murderer.

But then you dated Kirk.

Yeah, you messed around
with the wrong married guy,

didn't you?

See, he'd do anything to keep
hold of his wife's money.

So he paid you 20
grand to shut you

up, except you went back for
more and tried to squeeze him.

And that's when Kirk got nasty.

And when he threatened you,
you felt genuinely afraid.

You didn't know what to do,
until Doug showed up,

and he mistook you for Coral.

Well, then you knew.

You knew how to get
Kirk off your back.

You still had Coral's key.

You let yourself
into her house,

and you shoved her
down the stairs,

making it look
like an accident.

Bullshit!

I liked Coral.

But you liked
being alive better.

So you used her.

You used her to stop the
threats, stop living in fear.

And it worked.

The harassment stopped.

Kirk thought that the woman
who was blackmailing him

had fallen down some
stairs and died.

Sloane did it.

She did it.

So why aren't you going
hard after her, huh?

'Cause you planted
your slippers in her wardrobe.

Nice try, I'll give you that.

Do you know what it's
like to grow up poor, Alexa?

Yeah, I do.

And so did Coral.

She was a foster kid who built
her business from scratch.

And you come along,
and you just--

No!

I said stay back,
or Chowder takes a dip!

Give me that cat!

No!

You put my cat
down right now.

Call your cop buddies,
and tell them that Sloane

killed Coral out of jealousy.

When I know I'm safe,
I'll give back Chowder.

And Bailey Browne will be
gone, never to be seen again.

It's not gonna happen.

Well, then I'll throw him
in, right here in the deep end.

And while you're fishing
him out, I'll be gone.

My cat gets wet,
you're gonna regret it.

Hey, kitty.
Hey.

Do you wanna go for a swim?

Ah!

Bailey Browne, get
out of the pool, please.

Oh, yeah?

Come on in, and get me then.

Someone's gonna have
to go in and get her.

Yeah, it's a no.

All right, little guy,
let's get you home, huh?

Madison will be worried.

I'm really sorry, Alexa.

I shouldn't have
trusted Bailey.

Look, when you've got
a family of con artists,

you learn to spot them.

Hello?

Spotted.

I'll meet you outside.

Hey, man.

Hey.

And so?

Huh?

Have you come to say goodbye?

Hey.

Are you taking the money
and running?

No, actually.

I called things
off with Trishelle.

I told her she should
pursue other investments.

Great.

And you deleted
your Prospero profile?

Oh, come on, sis.

Bro.

Ugh, fine.

All right, man.

You never used
to have a conscience.

It's no fun.

Hey, Madison and I are about
to go out and have some fun.

You wanna tag along?

Is it something
wholesome, like

mini golf or 10-pin bowling?

Hard pass.

Not even close.

♪ Come dig me out
of this hole ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ And you can stay mad at me ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm just an animal ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ A micro celebrity ♪

♪ But I mean nothing at all ♪

♪ It hurts, but I'm scared to ♪