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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-- ♪