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Give me a tip.

Got a tip?

Got any pocket money?

Come on.

Give me a tip.

Hey.

No tip, no pic.

It's all right, girls. Go on.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

Oi. Hey. How do you think you are?

Someone who doesn't believe in demanding money from kids.

What I do is a skill--

stamina, itchy nose, sore neck.

A bloody seagull landed on me last week.

And yet you'll break character to scam a couple

of kids out of 50 cents.

Well, if you're so noble, why don't

you tip me on their behalf?

Here's a tip.

Be a better statue.

- How's your morning going? - Fine.

It kind of looks like you're arguing with a statue.

So just another Thursday, then.

Lawyer, Nick Dunbar Jones.

He was found dead in a recycling bin outside a bar

called The Grosvenor.

Fell from the balcony, died on impact.

High levels of intoxication.

No, this doesn't look nonaccidental.

See those papers he's lying on?

Discarded answer sheets from the pub quiz

held at The Grosvenor that night.

Still waiting.

This particular answer sheet was found in Nick's mouth.

It's the sudden death round answer sheet.

Stop.

Well, that's a statement if ever I saw one.

Any DNA evidence? - None.

Just a few dark red cotton fibers.

We're still testing.

Here we have the Top Two Inches--

Nick's trivia team.

These beautiful people are a trivia team?

Wait a minute.

I know that--oh.

I figured it's always nice to reconnect with old

enemies, right?

Baxter Wells is not an enemy.

He's just a bloody pest.

Well, he and his team were seen fighting with Nick--

after the quiz, just before he died.

These people threatened lawyers and letters

from members of Parliament every time I tried to get

a straight answer out of them.

Just take a look for me.

All right, I'll take a look--one look.

But if Baxter Wells takes this as some kind of encouragement--

I'm coming for you.

Fair enough.

This is unlike any quiz night that I've ever been to.

I wouldn't know. I've never been to one.

What, you've never--

no, of course you haven't. - Hm.

Well, this is more like a glam party with some questions

thrown in.

And I'll tell you what.

No one else in the room that night was upset

that the Top Two Inches lost.

Because?

They always won--

like, always.

And some of these photos are pretty obnoxious.

We've got Elliot Griggs, cosmetic surgeon

to the rich and gorgeous looking to turn

back time, Cori Michelle Sage.

She owns that, um-- that chain of pharmacies

with the really annoying TV ads.

Oh, yeah.

And your bestie, former real estate agent

turned aspiring property tycoon, Baxter Wells.

I'm assuming they all have alibis?

Well, they all went home, alone, to their separate homes,

where they all live alone.

There's no husbands, wives, partners to back it up?

Uh, divorced, single, and sliding into my DMs

every month with such regularity,

I think he has a calendar alert.

And this is the paper that was stuffed into Nick's mouth?

Along with some dark red cotton fibers.

Now, the answers are written in Nick's own handwriting.

He choked on his own words.

It's called a sudden death round because if you get

one answer wrong, you're dead.

And I'm guessing one out of ten

is not a score that wins you all the chocolates.

Uh-uh.

Someone's a sore loser.

According to Harry, they shut down the quiz for a couple

of months out of respect.

They're kicking it off again tonight to remember

poor Nick Dunbar Jones.

Which means all our key suspects will be in one place.

For the first time since the funeral.

The place is owned and operated by Lydia Redfern.

Should I know who that is?

She's the glamorous face of hospo in this town.

She inherited The Grosvenor a year

ago when her husband passed away.

And is that her there now?

Bingo.

Our ticket into the game.

Kia ora.

Are you looking to join us for lunch?

Ah, actually, we were hoping to score a table for the

quiz tonight.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We're fully booked. - Oh, that's a shame.

I've heard it's meant to be the best quiz in town.

It is, hence fully booked.

Lydia?

Alexa Crowe.

Oh.

We haven't met, but I know of you

through lovely Nick Dunbar Jones.

Such a tragedy.

Yes.

Yes, it was. Sorry.

You knew Nick?

Through work.

And I heard that you were throwing

a special event for him.

He did love a good trivia night.

He certainly did.

Unfortunately, it's all booked, but--

Oh.

Um, Fletcher?

I'm sure we can fit in a small team--

in the corner.

Oh, corner's great.

Fletcher will sign you up.

Thank you, Lydia.

See you later tonight.

Team name?

That is a good question.

You named our team what?

It was all I could think of, but there's one small problem.

According to the very serious bloke at the bar,

we need at least three people to enter a team.

Your usuals.

Hey, Reuben, what's the smallest state in America?

Um, it's Rhode Island.

Reuben, you're in.

In what?

Because I'm busy that day--or night.

He'll say yes.

He will.

Is this anything to do with murder?

Calm down.

It's a pub quiz, Reuben.

It's a trivia night.

Yeah. No.

I think you'll find that the correct answer in this round

is yeah.

Swanky crowd.

Okay, keep a low profile.

I need to do some digging--

Wait.

Digging?

Alexa Crowe, my favorite detective.

You were saying low profile?

I'll handle this.

Baxter Wells, how unexpected to see you here.

Ah.

Couldn't stay away, huh?

Can I buy you a drink?

- Great idea. Let's go. - Huh?

Oh, I think we both know why you're here, Detective Alexa.

You know, Nick, he was a good guy.

Your secret's safe with me.

That's very comforting.

So I'm no suspect, right?

I think that our--

our shared history proves I'm no murderer.

I'll keep that in mind.

So, uh, who do you like for it?

Oh, tell me it's Cori. I mean, she's a mate,

but she is also about as sketchy as a $3 night.

Whoa.

I need you to be cool.

All right?

You don't know me.

Sure.

Like I said, your, uh, secret's safe with me.

What?

What are you looking at?

That's a nice tie is all.

What color do you call that? Burgundy?

Uh-uh. Maroon. Yeah, it's my lucky tie.

Sold my first penthouse apartment wearing this bad boy.

So you wear it to all the trivia nights?

Sorry, why are you asking?

Do you come here for the trivia,

Baxter, or the networking?

Our team takes this pretty seriously, actually.

And, yeah, The Grosvenor's got some good prizes.

$200 bar tab? Pretty standard.

Yeah, and the $80,000 we got riding on the--

riding on the, uh, yeah, never mind.

Who's we?

Your team?

Are you upping the stakes, or is it something else?

Yeah, I forgot how intense you could be.

Only when I feel like someone's

hiding something from me.

What? You just--you just said I'm not a suspect.

No, I didn't. You did.

To be honest, Baxter, I'm undecided.

You all right?

Oh, I was looking for the restrooms.

Oh, you walked right past them.

Well, come on.

Don't take too long.

Fun and games are about to begin.

Hey. Chowderheads.

Really?

So, Reuben, this is Baxter.

He'll be joining our team tonight.

Doesn't Baxter have his own team?

Perhaps I prefer the company here.

So, according to Baxter, there

was a bet amongst his former team members.

The prize?

Lydia Redfern.

Yeah, well, it all started when

Nick asked how long after her husband

died he should wait to ask her out.

Oh, all class.

Yeah, and then Elliot said he wanted to ask her out.

And then Cori, she starts boasting that she reckons

she could turn her.

So they made a bet.

Well, bet's an ugly word.

Or sweepstakes.

Which lucky punter would Lydia fall for next?

Oh, the self-confidence is off-the-charts.

And you were a part of that bet, too?

Well, the thing is I've just got so

much respect for the ladies.

Do you want me to show them the unsolicited DMs

you've been sending me in the last 18 months?

Oh, actually, ah, not supposed to use

our phones in here, just FYI.

So maybe zzzp that back up.

$80,000 to the lucky winner.

- Are you serious? - What the hell?

And the heart of a recently widowed millionaire.

You're making us sound like a bunch of monsters.

Four monsters competing for money

and love, and now one of them has been taken out of the game.

And you know what that sounds like to me, Baxter?

One very solid motive for murder.

So you have to wait for Lydia to make the first move?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

We're not creeps.

And then bam, winner takes the whole prize.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

So the stakes are high, but who are they highest for?

Well, we'll soon find out.

Is Elliot with one T or two. - I don't know.

No phones please. You get one warning.

But the quiz hasn't even started.

It has now.

Shall I finish this elsewhere?

If you would be so kind.

Oh, welcome, welcome back to The Grosvenor

as we remember our--

our good friend, Nick.

But it's also a night to celebrate his life.

As we know, the guy loved his trivia.

But first, a toast.

To Nick.

To Nick.

Now, Nick also loved to travel, so in his honor,

the picture round tonight asks you to identify the country

by each luxury resort.

And that shouldn't be a problem for most of you.

Okay, go now.

Okay.

And the last quote in Who Said It is,

"I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member."

Oscar Wilde or Shakespeare-- it's always one of the two,

and that's a hint.

- It's Groucho Marx. - That's right.

Looks like we've got a secret weapon.

Yeah, he seems like a great guy.

Is he, like, a work friend or--

Tell me about your little pals over there.

Well, there's Elliot, a superstar surgeon,

complete with a God complex.

He, uh, took a total bath during his divorce.

Really? What about Cori?

She's a little more sus, if you know what I mean.

She's basically a glorified pharmacist

peddling a trauma on TV to appeal to the normies.

And how did you get wound up in this little group?

Well, I actually got Cori into the Azure.

The Azure?

Yeah, it's where I currently reside.

It's a new take on waterfront living with unencumbered

views of the Waitemata.

You know, I could, uh, get you there in 25 minutes

if you've had enough of all this.

- Let's go. - Really?

- Talk to them. - To them?

Oh, oh.

Kia ora.

What a night this is?

It's like all of LinkedIn in one room.

I'm Alexa Crowe.

Ah, Baxter's told me so much about you.

- Elliot. - Oh.

Yes.

Cori.

So word on the street is that you are the team to beat.

We used to be.

It's more about meeting up with friends,

making new connections.

Yeah, I totally get that.

I mean, Lydia's got quite a thing going here, hasn't she?

She's amazing.

Huh?

I mean, really sad about her husband

dying last year and all, but what a catch

for some lucky guy or girl.

Rrrr.

Well, we don't think about it that way.

No, I didn't mean that to sound crass.

I mean, clearly you're dealing with your own loss.

Yeah.

Yeah, we are.

Yeah, Nick was a great guy--

certainly not the kind to stab you

in the back the first chance he got, anyway.

Ouch.

Anyway, have a good night.

Thank you, and you too.

The next round will start in one minute.

Okay, so according to my research, Cori is doing fine--

well enough to afford prime time

commercials on multiple channels every night, anyway.

But Dr. Creepy over there, he might be head-to-toe bespoke,

but his bank account says he's head-to-toe buh-roke.

A brutal divorce will do that, though.

Yeah.

Wait, there's one more thing.

Lydia's dead husband, Winston, he is not

as flush as I was expecting.

I wonder if he has a history--

Out.

You were warned. Come on.

- Wait, are you serious? - Yes.

No phones.

I'll think of something.

Psh.

How many official languages are there in New Zealand?

There's Maori and English.

Mm-hmm.

There's three.

No, well, that's two.

English, Maori--two.

And sign language, right, Alexa?

- Right. - Uh-huh. Anything else?

Uh, yeah, there are 50 volcanic cones in Auckland.

Yeah, um, say 50.

All right, if you could get your answer

sheets over to Fletcher at the bar,

please, while we take a break.

I'm just gonna be a sec.

You two, play nice.

Wow.

What a great place.

Great view.

Yes. Yes, it is.

And a great evening, even if the vibe's a little off.

It's hard to grieve when you're trying to remember

the names of all five Bennett sisters

in "Pride and Prejudice."

Oh, we all grieve in our own ways.

Hmm.

Nick's friends seem particularly upset.

Friends?

Those three couldn't stand Nick.

I mean, he wasn't perfect, but he was decent, you know?

A lawyer with a conscience.

That lot just used him all because none of them

have a head for world history.

Well, if they're so awful, how come you're

so chummy with them, Lydia--

especially Cori?

I'm the one who asks the questions, Alexa.

How did you say you knew Nick?

Well, it's Baxter I know, really.

We did sensitivity training a while back.

Hmm. You might want to ask for a refund.

Excuse me.

So I was thinking, all of the answer sheets

get handed in to the bar, so how

did the victim end up with one stuffed into his mouth?

According to bar staff, one of the team

grabbed it back after they marked that round because it

was a source of the argument.

Hey, loss on the quiz.

Yeah, flimsy motive for murder, I know.

Don't worry, Harry, we're finding,

the stakes were a bit higher than the wrong answer at

trivia night.

I'm looking forward to hearing about it.

Anything else you need from me?

No idea.

I've been kicked out.

They thought I was cheating.

So are you and Alexa being subtle as always, then?

Of course we are, Harry.

And don't worry, I'll blag my way back in.

- Yeah, I have no doubts. - There you go.

Now, I'm getting hints of pear and maybe an undercurrent

of maybe citrus.

How about you?

This glass is chipped.

And the answer to who said, "not all

those who wander are lost--"

Definitely Ed Sheeran. Definitely Ed Sheeran.

is, of course, JRR Tolkien.

- Oh, what? - Yeah.

All right, we're gonna take another short break now.

There are snacks in the dining room.

Do you want me to get you a new glass, Alexa?

Yeah, just water, please.

I'll take it.

Gosh, I thought he'd never leave.

Alone at last.

What kind of a lawyer was Nick Dunbar Jones?

Family law, perchance? - Why?

I'm just trying to connect the dots.

See, maybe he represented Elliot in the divorce,

and maybe he didn't do a good job.

Ehh, incorrect.

Maybe he represented the ex-wife.

Correct.

How do you do that?

You see, there's motive right there,

and in the sudden death round, the medical question,

you took Nick's word over an actual medical practitioner.

Well, Elliot must have been furious.

Elliot's default mode is furious.

And yet you want me focusing on Cori and not him because--

you're his property guy?

You don't want to upset a buyer?

You know what?

I've tried to be nice, but I feel like you're

just using me for information.

Correct.

Got one.

You know what?

I'm done.

I'm out.

Good luck on your own.

Okay.

Ed Sheeran.

Hi.

Um, look.

Thank you. Thanks very much.

It's all there.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Um, excuse me, Lydia.

I've just finished on the phone with my elderly aunt

in Australia.

She was nervous about a doctor's appointment.

I didn't realize about the no-phones rule.

When I saw it was her calling, I just had to answer.

Fletcher asked you to leave?

Yeah, I feel a bit silly, but, you know, she, um--

she was recently diagnosed with a heart condition.

Oh, I--I lost my husband to a heart attack out of the blue.

I'm sorry.

Look, Fletcher can be a bit of a stickler.

He's ex-military, which can come in quite

handy when the bar's rowdy.

Please, come back in.

I'll sort it out.

Thank you.

Oh, Elliot, don't make it too easy.

Hm.

How's that?

Average.

Ms. Crowe.

Yes?

A reminder that your team must

have at least three members. - Thank you.

And I've been informed that Mr. Wells has left your team.

To go back to his old team--

who've only had two players all night?

So what about them?

Oh, don't worry, Reuben.

Oh, I think our third has just arrived.

Lydia, she was asked to leave.

It's fine, Fletcher.

She was cheating.

She was using her phone.

I was checking on my elderly aunt.

Oh, really?

Can you prove it?

Fletcher, honestly.

Apologies, but perhaps dear, old aunt could

wait till after the quiz?

Absolutely.

Come through.

I think you and I should talk.

Oh.

Baxter told me what you've been saying about me.

Oh, really?

You think I--

murdered Nick.

You seem like the guy who likes the finer things in life,

Elliot, and I think that Nick helped your ex-wife

take a lot of them away.

Yeah, well, Valencia filled his mind with rubbish.

Nick cost you a fortune, and he

damaged your ego when he wouldn't let you

answer that medical question.

And did you think that he stood a better

chance with Lydia in that awful little bit

you all came up with?

Not all.

It was Cori's idea.

I think some of the fibers from that hankie

will be a pretty decent match for the ones that ended up

in Nick's mouth, along with the wrong answer that

was stuffed down his throat.

These?

These are lifesavers.

They save lives.

You're a cosmetic surgeon, Elliot.

Look, even if I wanted Nick dead--and I didn't--

why would I risk him damaging these?

I don't know. You tell me.

Oh.

Okay. Oh, don't.

Don't. Just don't touch the hands.

Okay.

Definitely not our guy.

Nick was attacked from the front.

That guy's too scared of me to try anything face-to-face.

Yeah, well, you are pretty scary.

- Mm. Thank you. - Oh.

Hey, you know that whole Lydia's next love sweepstake?

Apparently, it was Cori's idea.

Cori from the TV commercials?

Why?

Okay, I asked for some more details

from Harry about Winston Redfern's death.

Heart attack.

Yeah, out of the blue, Lydia said, but it was caused

by an overdose of Aphrozil.

It's an injectable treatment for diabetes.

And was Winston a diabetic? I'm thinking not.

Yeah, and double or nothing, what condition

does Cori specifically mention in her commercials?

And as a lifelong diabetic myself,

I understand how important a trustworthy chemist

is for you and your family.

See you at the table.

Oh, hey, wait.

You need some backup?

- Please. - Oh, yeah.

Just be careful.

Good evening, Cori.

So you're investigating what happened to Nick.

I think we all know what happened to Nick.

Someone shoved some quiz answers down his throat

and pushed him off a building.

What I'm investigating is, was it you?

Wow.

Elliot was right.

You're deranged.

That's not very nice, Cori.

Tell me about Winston Redfern-- Lydia's husband.

Yeah, I know who he is, thanks.

Was he diabetic?

Did he take the same medication as you?

Did you share your medication with him that night--

just enough to kill him?

Well, that was a bit OTT.

You don't like where I was going with that?

Oh, that ain't good.

So she threw her glass at the bathroom mirror?

Well, at my head, really?

And smashed the whole thing?

What was she thinking? Oh.

But don't worry. I'm fine.

These bloody people, they come in here

and think that they can just trash the place.

Lydia, it's okay.

I can deal with it.

Fletcher, it's not okay.

This was meant to be a special night.

And now I've got punters hurling glassware, and--

I don't care who Cori is.

She's out.

Hey, no, don't kick her out.

I mean, she's grieving, and I can be a little insensitive.

Well, insensitive how?

Well, like you suggested, that training

didn't really work for me.

But anyway, tonight is about remembering Nick,

so let's just focus on that.

Well, I'll certainly be giving

her an invoice for the mirror.

Yeah, and the glass.

Exactly.

Gosh, you're good at this.

You a nurse?

Ambo?

- Combat medic. - Oh.

What made you trade that for bartending?

I thought there'd be less bloodshed.

All right, this is pretty superficial.

You just finished bandaging it, and, uh, pop on a coat.

Easy.

Pretty eventful old trivia night at The Grosvenor, huh?

How long have you been running these things?

Oh, a couple of years.

I write the questions, tally the scores,

handle the team fees, but Lydia is the real star.

Mm-hmm.

What about Cori?

You must have spent a bit of time around her, huh?

Oh, come on, I think I've earned an answer or two.

Look, Nick could be a handful after he's had a drink or two,

but, Cori, she's the only one out of that whole group

that I've ever actually been scared of.

Whoa, whoa.

What happened?

Nothing.

Just an occupational hazard. - Are you serious?

I told you to be careful.

Oh, stop it.

I was.

I ducked fast.

Alexa, come on.

No. Just a little bit of shrapnel.

I knew this was competitive, but, oh, my gosh.

Now, for my dear departed Winston's favorite round--

sports and games.

Oh, kill me now.

In poker, a dead man's hand, consists

of pairs of what two cards?

Aces and 8's.

Hey, anything else about Cori Michelle?

Aside from the violent tendencies, you mean?

Talk about an alpha.

She's dux of her high school, a New Zealand business

award honoree.

Doesn't like to lose.

I heard a newspaper called her chain

of pharmacies the second most successful in the country.

She sued them for not saying that she

was the most successful.

I owe her a little payback.

Reuben, another question for you.

Mm-hmm.

Someone picked up some pretty swanky candleholders

from Lydia a bit before.

Ouch.

They're advertising on Trade Me?

Times must be tough.

Can you find out how tough?

Well, the hospo grapevine--

I can make a couple of calls. - Yeah, just not at the table.

You do not want to be kicked out.

Oh.

Next question.

Michael Jordan wore what jersey number for the Chicago Bulls?

From the lady at the bar.

- Cute. - Thanks. I thought so.

Who is the only New Zealand driver ever to be

Formula One world champion?

Bruce McLaren.

Denny Hulme.

I like things that go fast.

I bet you do.

How is your wrist?

I don't need to see.

I just, um--

I didn't like you inferring that I would

do anything to upset Lydia.

And of course, now I have upset Lydia.

I offered to pay for the mirror, but--

Why were you all fighting the night that Nick died?

Because he was being a total arse, and he cost us the quiz.

Right, the first loss ever for your team.

You don't like coming second, do you?

What was the arse behavior about?

Everything.

But honestly, we all said some stuff,

and then we all went home.

The end.

So Nick's death had nothing to do with her?

Read the room, hon.

Everyone in here makes everything a competition.

Does Lydia know about the sweepstakes?

Nick was gonna tell her the night he died,

but he would have made it sound sleazy, which it wasn't.

Those three idiots thinking they are

gonna be the next Mr. Redfern?

As opposed to you, who's gonna be the next Mrs.

You know, Lydia and I have a connection.

And you didn't want Nick to destroy that.

Look, what do I have to do to prove

to you that you're wrong?

Come with me--

hon.

Really?

A bathroom hookup?

I mean, I'm not opposed.

Want to see the damage?

I'll just take this bandage off and--

Okay, just breathe.

Breathe.

All right?

God, you really can't stand blood, can you?

Uh-uh.

How are you with needles?

Not good.

Not for a diabetic.

Do you have a pump or something?

I do now.

As a kid, I had to go to the GP every time

I needed to get a shot of insulin,

which was every single day.

Just the thought of injecting Winston or

what happened to Nick just--

Well, that all makes sense, but it's hardly definitive.

There was no blood when Nick died.

I was with someone the night the police say he was killed.

Mm-hmm?

Valencia.

Valencia, Elliot's ex-wife?

She's a very captivating woman.

My number.

I'll see you if I want to get a drink or something.

Or maybe I'll see you here next month.

Except you won't.

There is no next month for The Grosvenor.

Look.

Reuben checked with some of his hospo mates.

We're pretty sure that Lydia is shutting up shop.

Alexa, if we don't solve this tonight,

they're all gonna scatter.

Cori has an alibi.

Elliot couldn't kill a fly.

What, that leaves us with Baxter?

And Lydia.

Leaving Nick aside, I don't think her marriage

was all wine and roses.

Okay.

And Cori told me that Aphrozil has another purpose--

weight loss.

Well, the story is that Winston Redfern got drunk, went

to bed, injected himself, then forgot that he'd injected

himself and did it again.

Two used doses were found, along with two

injection sites on the body.

He forgot? Says who?

Lydia and Fletcher, but why would

Lydia kill Nick Dunbar Jones?

Well, we know that he was getting ready to tell

her about this little bet.

Maybe she didn't take it well.

It feels a bit--

Flimsy.

Yeah.

If only somebody could look around her apartment.

I was already on my way, Alexa.

Love your work, Madison.

It's just through here.

- So-- - Oh, God.

any big leads in the case yet?

Well, I know that the only thing Nick was guilty of

was having crap taste in friends.

Oh, now, I just had a sneak peek at the quiz results.

You want a spoiler? - Not really.

Your team has done really well.

Nothing wrong with second place.

Trust me, Baxter, by the end of the night,

you'll get what's coming to you.

Another water?

Fletcher, did you know anything

about this bet situation?

I mean, you seem to be across absolutely everything

that goes on in this place.

What are the odds you missed something like that?

Yeah, no.

I heard rumblings.

So did Nick and Lydia find a moment alone

the night that he was killed?

They met briefly in her apartment before the quiz,

but if you're implying that they fought

or that she had anything to do with it--

No, no, no one's implying anything.

Tell me about Winston. What was he like?

He was a good boss, decent company, terrible husband.

Infidelities, you mean?

No, no, nothing like that.

It's just that he criticized everything

she said, everything she wore.

I'm surprised she coped as long as she did.

She deserves better.

Whoa.

What were you doing?

You weren't here before.

Alexa.

Whatever this is, I haven't got long.

I thought it's time we had one

of those tough conversations.

Chipped glasses, auctioning off whatever you can,

and, uh, cutting corners on the food.

Spring rolls straight from the freezer section.

How badly in debt are you, and what are you willing

to do to get out of it?

Who are you?

And what are you doing here?

Because it's sure as hell not quiz night.

True.

I work with the police.

Really?

Well, why not just say that?

Because it tends to make people less

enthusiastic about chatting.

So a few weeks ago, you wrote to your clientele,

practically begging them to buy gift vouchers

before the end of the month.

So what? What's that got to do with anything?

Well, it's an old hospo trick, isn't it?

Get some ready cash on hand to cover your outstanding taxes

and then hope that you make the money back in the next quarter.

But--you never quite catch up, do you?

This is Winston's final gift--

a pub mired in debt.

Top marks for you, Alexa.

You worked it out.

I'm screwed.

Losing your business, that's got to be tough.

It's heartbreaking is what it is.

I worked my guts out for 30 years for this--

for my dream, for my own place.

I didn't know Winston was mismanaging the money.

When the quiz night took off, you'd

think he'd be pleased, but, no.

I started getting all this attention--

You mean from Nick and those other numpties?

Even after Winston died-- especially after Winston died.

So you knew about the bet?

I'm no idiot.

You think--Nick was pushed from the balcony,

and you think I did it.

Well, did you?

Am I capable of murder? Sometimes I think so.

Nick had the good grace to tell me about their little wager,

and I was angry.

But I didn't kill him.

And I would never have hurt Winston.

Never.

If I hadn't have started this bloody quiz,

Winston wouldn't have got jealous and started taking

those stupid injections.

So you really think that Winston overdosed by accident?

There shouldn't have been any accidents.

It's the whole reason that we hired Fletcher.

Excuse me.

What is it?

It's not what you think, I promise.

And the last question for the evening--

how many bones does the human body contain?

Alexa?

Alexa, are you okay?

All right, time's up.

If everyone could please hand in their answer sheets,

and we'll tally the final scores.

Sorry, what?

Somebody left this at Lydia's apartment.

It's a note--"in case you ever feel like the real thing,"

and an unlabeled blue keycard.

It's not blue.

Looks pretty blue to me.

Nope.

It's azure.

Alexa, are you sure you're all right?

Oh, I have never been better.

You know, now that the quiz is over,

and you can use your phone again,

I need you to do one more thing for me.

Ladies and gentlemen, the results are in.

Our final leaderboard-- in third place, Risky Quizness,

- That's me. - Yes.

And in second place, missing out by only two points,

the Chowderheads.

Oh, that sucks.

Which means our winners are, once again, the Top Two Inches.

Yeah.

I just want to thank everyone and

let you know that our quiz night

will go on a hiatus for a little while, but, um, if--

Well, that's unfortunate, isn't it?

But it's been a great night, Lydia.

Thank you.

And to the victors, the spoils.

But I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask

everybody who isn't the Top Two Inches or Chowderheads

to leave.

Thank you.

Yes, this means you.

Ha ha, bye-bye.

Uh, Fletcher, can you stay a minute?

What the hell, Alexa?

There's being a bad loser, and then there's this.

Sit down, Baxter.

It's time for the bonus round.

So...

who killed Winston Redfern and Nick Dunbar Jones?

And this one's for all the marbles.

Okay, start with an easy one.

Question one.

Did Lydia know about the sweepstake

you guys had running?

Of course she did.

She's not an idiot.

But unfortunately, she also needed

cash due to the dead horse that Winston saddled her with.

And so she agreed to a proposition from Baxter Wells--

to pretend that he had won your bet in exchange

for half the winnings.

What?

So Baxter got to keep pretending

that he's God's gift to women, and

Lydia kept The Grosvenor open a while longer.

It's a win-win.

No way.

She's making it up.

You left that upstairs, genius.

And also you sent this picture of you in Lydia's bed,

under the covers, just for proof.

No--

You are a dead man, Wells.

Well, she's been sleeping with your ex.

What?

What, you and Valencia?

Yeah, Valencia.

Strap yourselves in, kids.

I'm not even to the good bit yet.

Okay, question two.

Who here knew that The Grosvenor was in serious debt?

I mean, Lydia clearly.

And Baxter probably put two and two

together--am I right? - because of how much

she needed the money.

And, um, well, Fletcher, he runs the quiz nights.

He pays for all the supplies.

And he handles the team fees.

Right?

Question three.

How many people are in all the photos out there in the hall?

Well, me and Winston.

Mm-hmm.

Somebody else.

Somebody else just off to the side in every picture.

Four.

Who guessed that Fletcher has a medical background?

I know I did.

Fletcher was a medic in the army--

Fletcher, who gave up that career

to make drinks for rich people, and

Fletcher, who was in charge of monitoring Winston's weight

loss injections--

and Fletcher, who couldn't stand

to see the way that his boss treated Lydia, Fletcher, who

conveniently, was the last person to see Winston alive

and the one who found his body the next morning.

Final question.

Who saw Nick leaving living Lydia's apartment that night

before the quiz?

- Nothing happened. - Of course not.

No.

I mean, Nick was there to confess

about this immoral little game that you guys were playing.

He was trying to do the right thing.

Do the right thing--

as if any of those pricks do the right thing

Exactly.

'Cause in your mind, Nick was leaving her room after having

taken advantage of her--

the beautiful woman that you were infatuated with.

So that night, when Nick confronted you

about some silly trivia question, you saw red,

and so did he.

And you took that bar towel, and

you shoved his words back in his face

before you pushed him over the balcony.

Fletcher?

I only ever wanted to protect you, Lyds.

You deserved better-- better than Winston--

better than any of this lot.

Not sure I'll be heading out to another trivia

night anytime soon, so thank you for that.

Luckily, we've got the next best thing.

Mm-hmm.

I think we're pretty much set.

We've just got to pick the teams.

Reuben. Shotgun.

I said it first.

Wow.

Thanks a lot. - Harry.

I'm gonna take Harry.

All right.

Ooh, you guys have no idea what you're in for.

I think we do.

Blue or orange?

♪ A little better ♪

♪ You're the life of the party ♪

♪ A little better, better ♪

♪ But I still got my a heartbeat ♪

♪ I know you know I know ♪

♪ You're the life of the party ♪

♪ A little-- ♪