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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 ♪