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Most people think the worst mistake a killer can make is leaving evidence

behind. It's not.

The worst mistake is leaving evidence that works a little too well. Oh, my

God.

Everything okay in there?

Is it really that bad, girl?

I'm starting to think a shelter is preferred at this point.

The roach count is up to 16 now.

They are getting bigger and smarter.

I think they're, like, evolving right in front of my face.

I know.

I'm really sorry. I really wish I could do more, but... It's okay.

You've got your own stuff to do it.

I keep telling myself it's temporary, but it's been about a year.

Oh, I swear I've looked at every place in the city.

The rents are already so steep, and then a deposit? Who can afford that?

I could call my sitter, and we go looking together this weekend.

I could be your secret weapon.

Why, you don't know that about me? I'm actually really, really good at

negotiations.

Please, senor, no deposit.

All right, fine.

I'll do anything at this point. Yeah? But I warn you, it's bad out there.

We'll see.

Hi, I'm here for the viewing.

Sorry, I don't think you're a fit.

Hi, I'm Tina.

Sorry, we've already got someone else lined up.

You know, someone actually put an application in earlier today.

But if they fall through, you'll be the first folks we call.

Babe, you scared me. You told them no?

I'm sorry.

We've been at this for months.

The other applicants seem fine.

They weren't right. Really, Angie?

Come on. I got a bunch of people coming this Saturday.

I'll find the right person then.

I promise.

You better.

Because I'm sick of living like this.

We're wasting time.

Do you really think her mother's going to stay away forever?

This place is ours.

It's where we fell in love.

Nolan, I'm doing this for you.

You know that, right?

Well, he's just the first one.

It's eclectic. It looks like a junkyard.

Yeah, but like in a vintage kind of way.

No, it sucks.

Deposit is rent in half.

How about we ditch that deposit and we could... Deposit is required.

Let us know if you're interested.

Yeah.

We'll call you. Thank you.

Okay, last try. I swear.

Ooh, it's gorgeous.

And this one says no deposit.

I feel it, girl. This is the one. Yeah?

It looks too good to be true.

One sec.

Oh, shoot.

I forgot my sitter has to go for an exam.

It's okay.

I'll take the bus. Yeah? You sure?

Okay. Hey!

You got this, girl!

Hi.

I'm here for the apartment listing.

Hi. Hi.

I'm so sorry. I thought no one else was coming. I was about to give up.

Oh, no, no. I'm sorry. I'm a little late.

My friend, she called about viewing the place.

I'm Esme. If now's not a good time, I can come back.

No, no, it's perfect.

You're perfect.

Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry, it's been a long day. I think I just needed

a hug.

Me too, actually.

Let me show you the place.

I'm Angie.

The inn is just around the back.

The backyard is beautiful in the summertime.

Ah, sounds amazing.

Here you go. Thank you.

Just a heads up, my boyfriend's a little grumpy today.

Men, you know?

Yeah, totally.

What about men?

Oh, hi.

I'm Esme.

Um, Angie, she was just telling me about you guys.

So, there are two units on this first floor here, and one unit up on the

second.

Wow.

This is beautiful.

Yeah. So each unit has its own kitchen, but laundry and backyard are shared.

There's also a connecting door between this unit and ours.

I hope that's not a problem.

No, not at all. I'm pretty used to sharing, and not with folks as nice as

you two.

Yeah? Bad roommates?

Ugh. Bad everything, really.

Ugh. We've been there, haven't we, babe?

I'm so sorry.

Cute girls make Nolan nervous.

So the room actually comes furnished, but we can store some of this stuff if

it's a problem.

No, that's actually great. I had a pipe burst last year, and it ruined all of my

stuff. Oh, no, you poor thing.

Yeah, I'm slowly getting back on my feet. So furnished is great.

Amazing. So will your husband or boyfriend be joining you?

It's just me, actually.

Oh, really?

But you're so pretty.

Are you from around here?

About an hour outside of town. Oh, okay. So you got a lot of family in the area.

Well, no.

Actually, um, only child.

Single mom.

And she, well, um... She passed.

We're really sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Can I use your restroom?

Oh, of course. It's just through the door.

Thanks.

What the hell are you doing?

Uh, a fresh start.

Just like we talked about.

so what do you think well um i just i

just need a moment you know yeah sure no problem but i should probably let you

know there are a few others that are interested so i'm not sure how long

it'll be available oh okay um i still need a moment okay but between us

you're my first choice really Oh, yeah.

Our last tenants looked great on paper, but they almost ruined our lives. So now

I just trust my gut.

I got a really good feeling about you.

We just need an answer sooner rather than later, if possible.

And the ad said no deposit.

Oh, yeah, sure did.

I'll take it.

Yeah.

Let's have some tea and sign the lease.

Yeah.

A lady mechanic.

How sexy.

Isn't it sexy, babe?

He's so awkward sometimes.

Yeah, I love it. My grandpa, he taught me how to fix cars, home repairs, pretty

much everything.

Oh, well, you'll be really useful to have around here.

I've always wished I could fix things, but I can't even change a tire.

And Nolan's even worse.

I'm just kidding, babe.

You know you got other skills.

Oh, hey, you know what? Our previous tenants treated the place like garbage,

and no one's been struggling to get the second floor cleaned and repaired, but

it's a losing battle. And since you said you're looking for work, maybe I can

charge you less rent in exchange for some help? Wait, no, that's not... And

the rent is actually $1,300 right now, so how about I give it to you for $1

,000?

Oh, my God, are you serious?

Absolutely not.

It would make our lives so much easier.

I shouldn't have made that joke about fixing

things. Think I embarrassed him.

Big men, big feelings, right?

Are you sure this is okay? I don't want to cause any conflict between the two of

you.

Oh, no.

He'll thank me tomorrow.

The bigger the conflict, the better the makeup sex. That's what I always say.

Please, Esme.

Help me.

Okay, I'm in.

Thank you so much.

I really, really needed this.

When do you want to move in?

Can it be, like, tomorrow?

Absolutely. The place is yours.

Okay.

Here we go. This is all standard. You can read it later.

Sign right here.

Welcome home, Esme.

Thanks.

You can sit if you want.

No, I don't trust the surfaces of this godforsaken place.

Oh.

Imagine what you would find with a black light in here. Luckily, I can afford

one. Lydia, thank you so much. It's going to be amazing. And the landlord is

so sweet. Good. But the boyfriend?

What? He's kind of a jerk. Oh. And huge.

He could crush Angie and me without breaking a sweat. I think he has a

temper.

I didn't want to tell you. The place is so perfect otherwise.

But he didn't say or do anything, right?

He stormed out, slammed the door, and started playing heavy metal. Oh, like a

teenager. Yeah, but nothing compared to that.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Mm-hmm.

Every single piece of evidence pointing to Emily had been placed there

deliberately. Killer had studied her, learned her routines, knew when she left

for work, when she returned, even how she held a kitchen knife.

Morning, pretty neighbor.

Hi. Good morning.

Work is slow at the shop today, so I was thinking I might get started on that

second floor unit.

Oh, that would be fantastic.

There should be supplies up there, but let me know if you can't find anything.

Will do.

Oh, yeah. No one's been up there for a while, so it's kind of... I'm sure

I've seen worse.

Oh!

Gross.

Lydia, do you have a sec?

Okay, I know this might sound crazy, but I am so freaked out. I was upstairs

cleaning. I pulled out a bucket, and I swear, inside were rags covered in

blood.

Okay, it's Angie.

Can you talk?

Hey. Hey.

Sorry, were you talking to someone?

Um, I was just on the phone with a friend.

Oh.

I don't mean to interrupt.

No, it's fine. She had to go. I'll see her at the shop tomorrow.

Oh, that's nice.

It's great that you get to work with your friends.

Yeah. She, Lydia, hires me sometimes when she needs a hand.

Oh, is she like your boss?

No. Well, yes, she does it to help me. You know, she's really great.

She found this place for me.

Oh, I love her already.

Is she who you stayed with after your pipes burst?

What?

Oh, you mentioned that your pipes burst last year.

Oh, right.

No, I stayed in a motel for a while. Oh, that is hard.

How long for? I was actually staying there until last night.

Oh, you poor thing.

Gosh, I would have taken you in in a minute.

Some people get so caught up in their own lives, they completely ignore their

friends, right?

Well, she's...

You know, mom and... Yeah, so walk with me because this laundry's getting kind

of heavy.

Um... Well, okay.

Everything good with the place so far? You get upstairs okay?

Yeah, the place is great.

Got in just fine.

Um, actually... You know what? In two years, Nolan has never washed or dried a

single piece of clothing. I'm not even sure he knows which machine is which.

Yeah, my ex told me laundry wasn't really a chore because it did itself.

Oh.

Angie, I was cleaning upstairs and there was a smell.

So what happened with your ex?

Did Lydia steal him?

No, no, not at all. Oh, good, because I was going to have to kill her if she

heard you.

No, it was when my mom died.

It happened pretty quickly.

I couldn't get to the hospital in time to say goodbye.

He didn't know how to be there for me.

He just buckled under the pressure of real life.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Sounds like every guy I've ever been with.

You know what really helps?

Not relying on them for anything.

If you have zero expectations, then they'll never disappoint you.

Or maybe you and I can just run away together.

Um, Angie, I was just upstairs.

Oh, is it awful up there? I am so sorry. Nolan won't let me go up.

He says it stinks, and see, I got a real sensitive nose. Migraines, you know?

So you have not been up there?

Oh, no, not in forever. But I can't wait to see how great it looks once you've

done your magic.

Hey.

Can I do your makeup?

What? Oh, I'm just at school to be a makeup artist, and you're so naturally

beautiful.

I bet with some lip liner and contour, I mean, game over, right?

Um, thank you, I guess.

Great. Then I'll get you all done up right now, and we can go out tonight.

We can celebrate the move-in and the fact that, let's face it, you and I are

going to be besties, and I will buy the drinks.

Okay, so I'm going to get everything set up for us.

Nolan went out last night and had a bit too much to drink with the boys.

He's working on it, though.

The drinking, I mean. And I'm working on being okay with him working on it.

But don't tell him I said anything, okay?

Yeah, of course not.

So why beauty school?

It was always my dream, but...

I've had to survive on my own for so long that I've just never had the time

or the money.

Yeah, I hear that.

But you know, this year, I finally decided life's too short.

I gotta live for myself.

Take charge.

Take the things I want when I want them.

So...

Have you owned this house for a long time? Oh, no, no, we don't own it. The

original landlord, Barbie, well, she lived up on the second floor, and then,

like, about four months ago, she just left. She didn't take any of her stuff

with her, even.

Anyway, we kept waiting for her to come back, and then at some point we figured

she was gone for good.

Oh, that's crazy.

Why would she just leave?

I don't know.

She was a total weirdo, though.

You know?

I wonder if she did something illegal and had to disappear or something.

You know?

Anyway.

Wow, that's wild. So, Barbie's unit has... Ow!

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

So, um, the upstairs, it's just...

Oh, yeah. It's been sitting empty, and no one won't let me up there. And for a

while, I thought he was using the space to cheat on me, and then I realized he

was just being too lazy to clean.

Oh, I just think you need... Okay.

Check it out. Right?

Aren't you gorgeous?

Wow. We really look alike.

I know.

That's why I think you're so hot.

Maybe we should do a DNA test.

Oh, babe, by the way, I have all these clothes that I was gonna

donate, but, um, I think you and I are the same size, so you should take them

if you want.

I-I haven't bought new clothes since... I don't know.

It's been a rough few years.

It's going to get better now.

I can feel it.

Anyway,

where do you want to go tonight?

What are you talking about?

Um, uh, we were just thinking about going out.

You two together?

No, that's a bad idea.

Well, I just wanted to have a bit of fun.

I need to talk to Angie. Can you?

Um... Oh, no, don't worry about it. You don't need to leave. I need to talk to

you.

Um... Um,

I just realized I have an early shift tomorrow. Maybe we take a rain check?

Okay, yeah, rain check.

Good morning.

It's kind of weird having a complete stranger just move into your house out

of nowhere. We all need to support her.

It's gone. I can't. My grandma's locket. It's gone.

I didn't do that. Liar!

You've known the girl for five minutes. You really have no idea who she is.

You think I did all those things?

You need to get somewhere safe.

Now.

People like that eventually get what they deserve.

Don't trust the girls upstairs.

Watch now.

Only on Lifetime.

I called about viewing the place.

The landlord is so sweet, but the boyfriend?

He seemed dangerous.

Have you owned this house for long? The original landlord just disappeared.

Wait, what?

I did some investigating.

I'm going to figure out what happened. I found blood.

She's dead.

Oh, my God.

Oh, don't worry.

She was a bit single.

Black tenant.

Watch now. Only on Lifetime.

Man, what's with you and housemates and toxic relationships?

You know, I bet they got this, like, fighting kink. I used to have that with

my ex.

But then I realized it's not really a kink. It's more just I hate him. A lot.

There's something about him that feels dangerous.

And that blood?

You freak me out. Sorry.

It's just... Here.

Look at this.

I found it under their upstairs sink.

I don't know. It looks like paint or spilled spaghetti.

You'd be surprised how much that happens.

Or it's blood.

Yeah, but that's, like, way down the list. It smelled bad.

You know,

one time an onion rolled under my fridge for half a year. That smelled really

bad. It's just so strange.

Owner disappears, and then there's this bucket of something.

Okay. What did Angie say when you asked her?

I didn't totally tell her.

Girl! I tried.

I mean, she's just so sweet and obviously going through some things with

Nolan. Yeah, and obviously you're still listening to your little crime shows.

They calm me down, okay?

Well, I'm just saying, I think you've had a real tough go at life in the last

few years, and now that finally something really good is happening,

you're not... you're not getting used to it.

They're coming up with many reasons for evil to strike or something.

Lydia, when my pipes burst, how come you didn't have me over to stay?

I live in a two-bedroom apartment with three big-ass kids. You know that.

You're right. You're right.

I wish I could have. I told you that. I felt awful.

I still feel terrible. No, no.

Totally. I know things haven't been easy.

But just...

Just don't think that life's out to get you, okay?

Emily was on camera, 40 minutes away, buying cat litter.

And that's when we realized we weren't looking at someone trying to get away

with murder.

We were looking at someone trying to get someone else convicted of it.

That was the goal.

So if Emily didn't do it, who wanted the police to believe that she had?

The answer came from a source detectives almost ignored, a podcast listener.

She recognized a pattern.

Two years earlier, another murder.

Another woman framed.

Same precision.

Same staging.

Same killer.

Some murderers chase victims.

Others collect scapegoats.

Detectives finally uncovered the truth.

The killer worked in biometric security.

He knew exactly how forensic teams think.

And more importantly, how juries think.

When the evidence tells the perfect story.

Detectives should get nervous because real crime scenes are messy.

Only staged ones are flawless.

Emily Shaw spent 11 days in jail for a murder she didn't commit.

11 days watching her life collapse.

11 days wondering who hated her enough to erase her.

The scariest part wasn't being arrested. It was realizing how easy it was to make

it look like I did something I didn't do. Turns out, the killer...

Didn't hate her at all. She was simply convenient.

And maybe that's what makes this case so unsettling.

Not the violence.

Not the deception. The idea that someone out there wasn't trying to disappear

after a crime. They were trying to author one. Remember,

if you're ever suspected of murder, ask yourself one question.

Who benefits from you taking the blame?

Angie, um, I was just upstairs cleaning, and, um, all over the, uh, the couch,

there was, um... Are you okay?

What do you want?

The owner of the house.

She left, right? Um, Barbie.

Did I say that? Yeah, last night you said that she left about a year ago.

Oh, I meant... I meant the other chick that lived here. She left.

Barbie's dead.

That's why I haven't been upstairs.

It's too creepy.

Barbie is dead.

Yeah, she choked on a marble and then drowned in the bathtub or... Or she

choked on a marble, died, fell into the bathtub.

I'm not sure. She's dead.

Oh, my God.

Um, that's, uh... Oh, don't worry.

She was a bitch.

Okay. Lydia, I have left you three messages.

Please, just call me back. Look, I'm sorry. I know that you are busy with

family, but this is so important.

Call me.

Spring cleaning.

Tomorrow's curb pickup, just so you know.

Thanks. I was just looking for some tools.

Oh, well, we're not exactly handy people, but Barbie's tools are still in

the shed.

Hey, Es, I'm really sorry about yesterday.

Noah and I got into this huge fight, and it was bad.

He was drinking again?

We love each other.

And when things are good and we're not handling a bunch of life crap, he's a

really sweet guy. And I know you haven't seen the best side of him yet.

But I swear, he is.

And he loves me.

He loves me so hard.

But a few months ago, he got drunk. He cheated on me.

And we've been working through it, but...

Last night, I found some texts on his phone to some new girl and some whiskey

hidden under the bed.

Sometimes I just feel like such an idiot for staying with him, but I love him.

It's okay.

It's so tough.

Last night, I was just so upset.

I took a bunch of sleeping pills to try and calm down.

I didn't even know what I said to you. It probably totally freaked you out. You

have nothing to apologize about.

I don't... That

wasn't... I don't know why I... You were just being so nice to me and I...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

So she kissed you? I mean, it was super brief.

She was really shaken up.

So she kissed you, kissed you.

Yeah.

I mean, come on. That's probably why the boyfriend is so pissed off. No, I don't,

I don't, I don't think that that is... And also, how do you, how do you even

choke on a marble? That part is really bizarre.

She was on sleeping pills. It was probably just stress-induced gibberish.

And I guess you could put it in your mouth and choke on it?

Why is there a marble in the bath in the first place? Why not something a little

more traditional, like pills or a hair dryer? Lydia, Lydia, there's no marble.

Just drop the marble.

Fine.

Was she a good kisser?

What? No, for real.

I am worried about Angie.

Sounds like Nolan's drinking is getting worse.

Here.

Ooh! Yeah. Ooh!

Okay. I guess my spaghetti sauce theory might have been just a little bit wrong.

Someone had a home birth.

What? I just... I can't shake the feeling that Nolan had something to do

with this.

Look, look, look. With Barbie, what if he is making Angie cover for him?

Really? Or, or maybe Angie doesn't even know.

I mean, it's been ages since she's been up there.

Maybe she really does think Barbie just disappeared. She might not even know how

dangerous Nolan is.

I don't like this.

I don't like this. What?

Esme, I don't like you living next to this guy, man.

It's starting to really scare me.

Esme, hear me out. Even if there's...

A little bit of truth in what you're saying?

Maybe just get out of there. And just leave Angie there alone.

She's not your responsibility, man.

You barely even know the girl. I'm not trying to be cold. Okay, look.

Some nights at the motel, I would think to myself, if I die

right now, would anyone even care?

Would anyone know?

How long would it take for someone to even think to look for me?

Hello? I'd look for you. Well, yeah, eventually, but how long would it take

you to realize you're busy with your kids? That's not fair.

I'm just saying, what if something happens to Angie and I did nothing to

stop it? What if she just disappears?

Like Barbie.

I mean, no one deserves to just vanish off the face of the earth.

Angie matters.

Barbie matters.

I matter.

Of course you matter.

I'm not going to let this bastard get away with this.

I'm going to get to the bottom of it. Get to the bottom of it? What are you, a

detective?

I have to.

Besides, I've got no place to go.

Okay.

Okay. Why don't I just come over tonight?

And I check this out for myself.

And I owe you a housewarming gift, right?

It's a date.

It's a date.

And I'll bring my son's wiffle bat, too. Just in case.

Good morning.

It's kind of weird having a complete stranger just move into your house out

of nowhere.

We all need to support her.

It's gone. I can't.

I didn't do that. Liar!

You've known the girl for five minutes. You really have no idea who she is.

You think I did all those things?

You need to get somewhere safe.

Now.

People like that eventually get what they deserve.

Don't trust the girls upstairs.

Watch now.

Only on Lifetime.

Hi. I'm sorry, I'd shake your hand, but... Oh, no problem. Are you looking

for someone, or...? Yeah, I'm Esme's friend.

Esme's friend.

Esme said she didn't really have any friends.

Hilarious. Well,

here I am, her best friend. I mean, she mentioned some work acquaintances, but I

don't know if that's... Is that you?

Well, yeah, that's probably... I'm sorry. Do you mind just giving me a

hand? Sorry.

Yeah, husband and I, we work together.

But I like to think that we are more than just acquaintances, you know? Sure,

I'm sorry.

I've just had a problem with housemates in the past, so I was just a little on

guard.

Not a problem.

I get it.

Great. Well, this is her door, and I'm Angie. Lydia. Hey, girl.

Hey, work acquaintance. Nice outfit.

Oh, hey.

Hey, sorry. Am I intruding? No, not at all. Please stay.

Wow. It's nice.

Brought you some flowers.

Flowers mean new beginnings or something like that. I appreciate it. Of course.

Wait.

I just realized something terrible.

But you didn't bring any wine.

I think I got a few bottles of red hidden under the bed from no one.

Are

you

okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. I'm fine.

Have I not been a good friend to you?

What?

What are you talking about?

You're mad I didn't let you move in, aren't you?

No.

You know, I should have never... Can we just forget I said that?

Well, I don't know. I just... I'm trying to look out for you, Esme.

And I'm trying to pass you work as soon as I feel... Yeah, I appreciate it. I'm

even giving you some of my kids' lunch so you save on groceries, and I'm

driving you when I can. I know all of that. Really.

Sorry.

Just didn't realize I was such a charity case.

Good news!

I found two.

Great.

Where's your bathroom?

It's in the bedroom.

Uh, so, hey.

Um, about the kiss.

Don't worry about it. No, it's just that it's been a long time since anyone's

been so nice to me, and Nolan's really all I've got.

And I know this is gonna sound a bit weird, but...

You've become one of my closest friends, so I guess I got carried away.

I get it.

It's fine.

Trust me.

It was kind of nice, though.

How are things with Nolan?

Oh, fine.

Same. Thanks.

Lydia seems nice.

Yeah, she is.

Also, that's just your sense of humor then.

What do you mean?

Oh, she was just making some uncomfortable jokes about you as we were

walking up.

Really?

What did she say?

Oh, she just said that she made sure to get the expensive pizza so you wouldn't

complain. And then she was asking me how I was dealing with you as a tenant

because you wouldn't stop whining about your last place.

Are you serious?

She said that.

Oh, I mean, yeah, and I thought it was kind of mean, but, you know, I told her

and she got kind of weird about it. So, anyway... Nice.

Thanks.

Cheers. Girls' night.

Cheers.

Wait, wait, hold on. Hold on, hold on, hold on.

So, it's Easter dinner.

I look... Amazing. And I just look at him right in the eye, and I put right on

his grandma's beautiful silver platter the divorce papers, just like that.

Best decision you ever made.

Well, I don't know about best decision, but I will say the one thing I miss

about being married, someone taking out that trash.

Oh, no one won't even do that. He makes me do it.

He says, Cleaning is for girls. Boo.

God, I love him.

He's my whole world.

My only family.

And I think he just yells at me all the time because... Just because he cares so

much.

Hey, uh...

Didn't you say you went to beauty school?

Esme mentioned that you did her makeup.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, did she tell you? I got her, like, all these great outfits.

In fact, isn't that my shirt?

Oh, this is actually all of yours.

I'm not sure if I'm pulling it off.

No way.

You look so good.

Post for me.

I look like a nerd.

Oh, no, like a hot nerd.

Oh, you know,

this poor girl told me she has had to survive completely on her own for the

last few years.

All on your own, huh? And the old clothes that I've given her was the

least I could do.

Well, I didn't say that exactly, but... So, Angie,

how long have you been living here?

Oh, I maybe moved in about two years ago.

With Nolan, right?

No, by myself.

Nolan lived across the street.

When we first met, it was love at first sight.

We were chatting on the street.

Like... Four in the afternoon?

I'm pretty sure we didn't stop till maybe two in the morning.

He can be so funny and sweet when he wants to be.

But you know, oh, you know Barbie?

She was super mean about it.

Yeah, she kept making all these comments like, oh, is he over again?

And when is he going to start paying rent? Like, ugh.

Calm down, lady. Let a girl get laid.

But, you know, honestly, honestly, I think she had a big crush on

him.

She was so jealous.

I can't even believe Trisha had the gall to say I was the jealous one.

Who is Trisha? Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

She was the horrible woman that lived here, too. In this apartment, actually.

She was a pathological liar.

It was really scary.

Honestly, be glad she's gone.

I don't know what it is about this house.

But it attracts a bunch of psychos.

Um... When did Trisha leave? She should, um, go. It's getting late. Noone will be

home soon. Yeah, okay.

Yeah. Well, let me know if you need anything.

Okay, bye.

Bye!

Girl.

What? If her boyfriend wasn't jealous before... He definitely should be now.

I'm almost kind of like feeling bad for the guy.

She was ready to eat you up.

She was just drunk.

What?

But the tea.

The tea was hot.

I love a good tea.

Just like Barbie being into Nolan and Trisha. Who the hell's Trisha? I didn't

get that part. I have no idea.

They never mentioned her.

Girl.

I feel like I'm in this like romance novel, you know?

What if Angie killed Barbie because she's obsessed with Nolan?

No way.

If there is anything dark going on here, it's Nolan.

Maybe he slept with Barbie, felt bad about it, killed her to cover his

tracks. He cheated before. Angie told me.

Maybe the whole thing's a lot more innocent than we think, and maybe we

just need to find new hobbies.

Okay?

You know, I don't need expensive pizza.

Or whatever, okay?

I don't care about those things.

What are you talking about?

I can treat sometimes, too.

Well, good.

You should. This is terrible.

Are we okay?

Yeah.

We're fine.

Do you want to go see Barbie's apartment?

Yeah.

Absolutely. Yes.

Like now?

Yeah.

for me what do you want from me

clown was waiting for me

the baby it's coming

get the hell out of me

new movies watch now

Is that hair?

How long is Nolan's hair?

He doesn't have any.

Esme.

Esme. What is it? Didn't you say that marble incident happened in the bathtub?

There is no bathtub.

Okay, you gotta drop the marble thing.

Yes, but it's still a really weird thing to say.

What?

Listen, I'm calling the police.

They're gonna think we're crazy.

Wait.

This wasn't here before.

That's strange.

Oh, my God.

Maria?

What?

Oh, no.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No, stop.

Stop. Don't touch the gun. Your fingerprints.

What do I do? It doesn't look like I know what to do.

Can we please get the hell out of here?

Look, now.

Gross, gross.

Oh, my God.

Now a gun?

Did he shoot Barbie?

I don't know. I just want to get out of here. What if my fingerprints are still

all over the gun? My fingerprints are all over Barbie's face.

Why don't we just get rid of the gun?

You just want us to get rid of the murder weapon?

Murder? We don't even know if there was a murder. I'm just spitballing.

Don't look at me like that.

What is in your hand?

What?

It was on the floor.

Lydia, I'm sorry.

Here, let me see.

New home.

Can't wait.

Check this out.

She had Angie and Trisha's numbers listed on it.

Trisha. Oh, no, stop. Esme, stop.

I don't think you should get any deeper than you already are. It's a little too

late for that, don't you think?

Hello?

Hi. Um, I am so sorry to bother you. I'm Esme.

I just moved into the house on Archer Grove.

Oh, come on. I know she's there. She just answered.

As I don't know, maybe we should just, you know. How did you get this number?

Um, your old landlord, Barbara.

Barbie.

We found it in her. You need to leave that place now.

Don't tell them you contacted me and never call this number again.

So she has all these posts that are so well written, you know, like so normal.

And her last post says, hey y'all, going away on a big trip. It's a secret where.

smiley face smiley face smiley face won't have phone for a long time love y

'all barbie with two e's it sounds nothing like her other posts and she

misspelled her own name and look at the photo she attached to the post let's see

looks like a stock picture of trees to me sure

does

I'm sorry I have to leave you here. My kids, they're just needy.

But promise me you'll come right back to mine.

It'll be a tight squeeze, but... I promise I won't complain like I always

do.

What?

I'm just kidding.

Hey, you know I got your back, right?

Yeah, I know.

I saw the before bet.

Don't tell my kids.

I called about viewing the place.

The landlord is so sweet, but the boyfriend?

He seemed dangerous.

Have you owned this house for long? The original landlord just disappeared.

Wait, what?

I did some investigating.

I'm going to figure out what happened. I found blood.

She's dead.

Oh, my God. Oh, don't worry.

She was a bit single.

Black tenant.

Watch now. Only on Lifetime.

How do you know this woman?

I don't. She lives... Well, she lived in the same building I do.

869 Archer Grove.

And you saw her being hurt?

No. She died about a month or more ago.

It's a little confusing. It was before I moved in.

Okay. How do you know she's dead?

The building manager told me.

Okay. And how did the building manager say that Barbara Bentley died?

She said she choked on a marble in her bathtub.

I know, I know, it sounds crazy, but I did some investigating.

Uh, let me guess. You're really into true crime.

No. Wait.

Yes. Look.

Barbara has not been on social media for over a month. And her last post doesn't

even match the way she wrote, okay?

Ma'am. Wait, wait, wait. There's more. I found a garbage bag with red stain rags.

There were stains on her couch, on her rug, and it looked like blood.

She choked on a marble.

Just blood all over her couch.

No, I think the marble was a cover-up. I mean, her bathroom doesn't even have a

tub in it. It's only a shower.

Oh. Why? Here.

Um... I have some photos.

ma'am this could be anything people tend to see patterns in events

that they can't explain then they use those patterns to develop theories that

are based on essentially no information so instead of getting the correct answer

they just get the answer they want do you know how many calls we get about

conspiracy theories it's a real problem frankly i just think It's their way of

trying to find some order in the chaos of life.

I double majored in psychology.

Okay, but this is real. It's happening in my house. I am scared and I don't

want to go back.

Look, I found a gun too.

In a crawl space wrapped in a stained towel.

Although I have to be honest, I accidentally...

Touched it and I'm now worried about my DNA and my fingerprints being on the

gun. Give me just a second. Excuse me

Okay

So there are no death records for a barber Bentley There is one missing

person report that was filed But the woman called back about a week later and

said that it was just a misunderstanding if you have no body and you have no

family or friends inquiring, and the only proof you have is some stains on a

couch and a rug, we can't help you.

I could put in a request for a welfare check, but honestly, I think that this

is either just a misunderstanding or your landlord's playing a trick on you.

Have a good night.

Was it Patricia Smith?

What? The person who filed the missing person report.

Patricia.

Was it Patricia Smith?

I can't disclose that, ma'am.

Okay.

Thanks.

Lydia, I know you're with your kids, but Nolan's got something in the back of his

truck that looks like, I don't know, like a body or something.

I'm following him.

If you don't hear from me in an hour, call the cops.

I am so, so sorry.

Christy, Ashley, Harrison, if you're listening to this, Aunt Esme loves you,

and that was all just pretend, okay?

What are you doing?

Esme? Esme? What was in the truck, Nolan?

It's... Was it Barbara?

What? Did you kill Barbara? No, no, no, I didn't. I called the cops. They know

I'm here. So you might as well just tell me what you did.

It's nothing, I swear. It's nothing.

Please stop recording.

No.

It's alcohol, okay?

Look, it's...

It's just been hard.

I've been trying to stay sober, and I've been doing pretty good, actually, but I

slipped.

And I didn't want Angie to see how far... Look, I

get how this all looks a little suspicious.

Yeah, you think?

Things with Angie have been really rough.

I didn't think she'd actually get a tenant, and then you...

She's got you working upstairs, and I'm just... What, Nolan?

I'm all messed up. Because you killed her. Just admit it. You killed Barbie. I

loved Barbie.

What?

I loved her.

I mean, I loved her in the beginning.

You were cheating on Angie with Barbara?

No.

No, I was cheating on Barbie with Angie.

Wait, what?

Barbie and I were...

We were together when Angie moved in. But Angie said you lived across the

street. That's how you two met.

Yeah, yeah, that's the version she prefers.

Because it doesn't make her the other woman. But Barbie and I were living

together upstairs on the second floor for almost a year when Angie moved in.

Look, look, I'm not proud of this, okay? But things with Barbie were a little

stale. She was a nice person and there was...

Nothing wrong with the relationship, but I'd fallen out of love with her.

When Angie came around, she was just so, so exciting.

She was so passionate and fun and she was spontaneous.

But I broke it up with Barbie right away, even though I wasn't in love with

her anymore.

Because I'm not a cheater.

Angie and I planned to move out because I wanted to start fresh.

But then... Then Barbara... Barbara died. How did Barbie die,

Nolan? There was blood all over her living room. And a gun hidden in a

crawlspace. How did she die?

I don't know.

I don't even know if that was blood.

Barbie liked to do art for fun.

She could have spilled paint or... Red paint all over her couch and rug. I

don't know. Your ex died in that house. Why didn't you just leave?

Angie didn't want to leave.

She loves that place.

I mean, other than the crime scene upstairs, it's a nice place.

Angie begged me to stay.

She... She said she loved me.

She said that...

She said that if I left, she would... Look, I know... I know how this all

looks.

And I don't know how she died and... I didn't touch her, I swear.

I swear I didn't touch her.

Did you... Did you really call the cops?

Yeah.

Okay, thank... Thank God, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you, Esme.

Look,

you're really nice.

But you're in over your head here.

Angie's not your friend.

She's got a temper, okay?

Look, I stay far.

Careful, it's hot. I just can't stop replaying the conversation I had with

Nolan.

It's me. He's manipulating you. I don't know.

You weren't there.

He seemed very sincere.

Well, I don't care how he seemed.

This is a lot worse than I thought.

He said I should stay away from Angie. Okay, fine.

Then stay away from both of them, then.

Girl, I honestly don't care who did what at this point. Just leave it alone. I

can't. Just leave it alone, so stop asking me to... Sorry, I just don't

understand. Well, maybe you don't understand me.

Apparently, I'm... whiny... and entitled.

Is that why you told her we're just acquaintances, then?

That you got nobody else in this world?

What?

No, I... I didn't exactly say it that way. Right.

Well, for what it's worth, Esme, I never complained about you.

I love you.

You're my best friend. You're my girl.

And she's manipulating you, and she's twisting my words to pit us against each

other. And you're just so... You're so desperate for affection, Esme, that

you're believing anything anybody says to you at this point.

Wow.

So I'm whiny and an idiot.

Let me guess. Angie told you I said that, too?

Where are you going?

I'm going to figure out what happened and get justice for Barbara.

I got kids.

I got this.

You don't need to help me with anything else.

Esme.

Esme.

Excuse me.

Are you Trisha?

Why are you asking?

I called you the other day about the house on Archer Grove.

I told you to leave me alone.

Please. Please.

Just hear me out.

Angie told me about Barbie.

That she's... That she's dead.

But I can't find a record of her death.

I talked to the police, and they told me you filed a missing persons report and

retracted it.

I told you to get out of there.

Please.

Barbie probably has a family and friends. They ought to be wondering what

happened to her.

We can't just let her disappear.

Look, Angie is dangerous.

Angie? Yes. She was super paranoid that Nolan was going to get back together

with Barbie.

One night, I heard her upstairs in Barbie's apartment. They were arguing.

I never saw Barbie again after that.

Angie said that Barbie has been dead for a year and... No, it's only been two

months.

A few weeks after not seeing her around, I was worried, so I called the cops.

But somehow, Angie found out.

And she threatened me.

She found out my parents' addresses, the name of my niece's school.

She said that if I didn't stop snooping around, she would hurt them.

So, in the middle of the night, I left.

I don't know what she's capable of.

I can't imagine Angie would do something like that. I thought it was Nolan. No,

Nolan's a broken puppy.

He'll do whatever Angie says.

It's sad, really.

Angie told me Nolan installed security cameras in Barbie's unit and they caught

you stealing, so she kicked you out. She's lying.

Barbie installed those cameras after the breakup.

If you want to know what happened that night, I bet it's on Angie's phone.

Thanks for your help.

Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like her?

How did you find the place, anyway?

I responded to a listing.

Huh. I wonder how many people she went through before she decided on you.

Stay safe.

And seriously, never contact me again.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Are you Esme Williams?

Yeah.

I need you to come with me.

Come with you?

Why? Where? What is this about? Am I under arrest?

No. We just need to ask you a few questions about the disappearance of

Barbara Bentley.

That's quite the story you were trying to spin the other day. It wasn't a

story. I swear I have never met Barbara. I haven't even lived in that house for a

month. According to the landlord's record, you've been living at Archer

Grove for over a year now.

A year?

Yes.

Seems you and Barbara didn't get along.

Is it true that you threatened to kill Barbara more than once?

How could I threaten a woman I have never even met?

Who told you this?

It was Angie, wasn't it? Ma'am, these were taken eight months ago at your

current address.

This isn't me.

Well, if it's not you, then it's your twin.

What did you just say? I said then it's your twin because you look identical.

My twin.

Isn't that my shirt?

Oh, my God, my twin. I gotta go. I can't let you do that. Look, other than the

landlord's papers and those photos of me wandering around a house, do you have

any evidence I did anything to Barbara? No, but... Have you found Barbara?

No, ma'am, but... So am I free to go?

I wouldn't leave town. Don't worry.

I have no intention of going anywhere.

Lydia, please.

No, this is the only way. Just do as I ask, please?

Lydia?

Hello?

Lydia?

Hey. How are you?

Look, I am so sorry about last night.

It's all a mess.

We all make mistakes.

She knows you love her. She really does.

I never really drank before I started seeing Angie.

We only slept together a few times before I ended things with Barbie.

I felt so bad.

I could hear her crying through the ceiling.

And drinking just helped make it bearable, you know?

I just want... I just want Angie to love me, but she made me feel so confused.

I dated someone like that.

He was electric to be around.

It was like I was addicted to him or something.

And after a few years, I didn't even recognize myself.

I just kept justifying all of the ways I was changing.

It was really hard to leave.

How did you?

Well, he trashed my apartment in a rage one night.

Broke this figurine my mother had given to me when I was a little girl. She had

just passed away, and I thought to myself, if she could see me.

And what I was dealing with.

That she would be so sad.

I just figure I deserve happiness.

I'm so sorry about Barbie.

I know how much you cared for her.

She didn't deserve it.

What do you mean, how she died?

How does one choke on a marble?

She didn't choke.

I thought you said you didn't know what happened.

She didn't joke.

Hey, babe.

What are you guys doing?

Oh, just chatting.

I was saying how we all should finally go get that drink tonight.

What do you think?

Oh, um, Nolan, do you want to... No, no, I'm sorry I'm busy.

Oh, come on.

You know what?

I'll buy.

How does that sound?

Oh, yeah.

Okay, sure, let's do it.

But, um, you're not going out looking like that, are you?

You should put on the pink tube top and black leather pants I gave you.

And, um, you should do your makeup like I taught you.

You'll look so hot.

Okay.

Sure.

Great.

Starting with shots, huh? Oh, yeah. Well, it's too short to say. Cheers.

Woo!

Hmm.

Yes. Dance with me.

Is that you?

What?

Oh, I said it's nice to get out. Noli's been such an emotional mess lately, it's

been really hard to deal with.

Yeah, I hear that.

Hey.

Cheers. Cheers.

So,

um, where's your little friend tonight?

Who, Lydia?

I don't know. We got into a pretty nasty fight.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I confronted her about all the stuff that she said to you about me. Oh,

you did?

She got all defensive about it. Went after me. It got ugly.

You were right. She's super selfish and not a really good friend.

You know, I don't really need all of that energy around me right now. Yeah,

girl, totally.

No room for leeches in our lives sucking the blood out of our bodies, right?

We don't need any of them. It's you and me against the world, girl. Yeah.

All right, no more Lydia.

No more Lydia.

Come.

I've just met you.

And I already feel like you're one of the only people who really gets me, you

know? Really? Me?

Oh, wow.

That means a lot.

I need to go to the little girl's room.

I'm so glad I found you as me.

You have no idea what nasty to my prayers you are.

Here's to answer prayers.

Oh, yeah?

What did you do?

What did you do?

Damn it!

You made me do that, Nolan.

Hey!

Don't just stand there.

Get the bags.

Angie, what are you doing?

No one told me I shouldn't take you in.

Just a dangerous drifter, living in motels, no money for deposits. But see,

I liked you.

Angie. I thought we were friends.

And then you come in here and you murder our landlord.

Poor, poor...

Barbie wasn't even here when she died.

Well, we both know that's not true.

Because according to the data on the lease you signed, you've lived here for

over a year.

Your fingerprints are on the gun. And then I found the garbage bag with those

blood rags. And I swear, I saw hair that looked just

like yours.

Ow.

Wait.

Is this because I wouldn't sleep with you?

Just one kiss and you're obsessed?

But see, I tried to tell you I wasn't interested.

No, it's not. But you, you would let it go.

They will never believe you, Angie.

I have the murder video.

Oh, the murder video.

You mean the murder video I wanted you to see. Please, please.

You found me on purpose.

You were trying to find someone that looked like you.

Yeah, I know I said it was a stupid idea, but I have to admit I had my

doubts, and then I'd almost given up hope too, but then you walked through

the door.

My angel.

My savior.

My twin.

You're the one that called the cops on me.

Oh, I was just priming them for this call. I mean, it's pretty genius, huh?

Mm-hmm.

And then the cops showed me those photos of you wearing the clothes you donated

to me. And I knew exactly what your plan was.

Yeah, well, good for you, detective.

Not like it's going to help you much. It's your word against mine.

And you won't be talking much after I'm done.

Never giving this back to my kids.

Lydia! Help me! Are you okay? Thank

you. Gosh, that felt great!

Your name, Miss... Angie.

Angie Ward.

Miss Ward, we have an audio recording of a murder confession from you.

What? Recorded your whole confession.

Shouldn't have tried to turn my friend against me. Or told me your whole master

plan. Wait, no, no. No, no, no. They're lying.

They're lying. She forced me into confessing, okay? She's dangerous.

She's in love with me. I have a video of her kissing me.

Angie did it.

I was there. I'll testify.

Angie murdered Barbie.

I helped dispose of the body.

She did it.

Angie Ward, you're under arrest for the murder of Barbara Bentley.

Thank you.

Nolan Harwell pled guilty just 15 minutes after being taken into custody

while Andrew Ward continues to deny involvement in the murder of Barbara

Bentley and will face trial later this year. She's still delusional, isn't she?

Girl, delusional till the day she dies.

Police are attributing the arrest to Esme Williams, a local woman who became

suspicious of Bentley's whereabouts after renting an apartment in her

triplex from Ward and Hardwell.

While we try to dissuade folks from being internet sleuths, in this case,

Williams' tenacity did the city a favor and provided closure for the family of

the victim.

Way to go, Ms. Williams.

In other news...

Okay, Miss Hero, Miss Hero.

I don't love the part that they forgot to mention the lady with the wiffle bat

just saying.

What? It was the best part of the story.

Excuse me.

Are... Are you Esme?

Hi.

Can I help you?

Hi. Hi. I'm Madeline Bentley.

I'm Barbara's mother.

I am so very sorry for your loss.

It seemed like your daughter was a wonderful person.

She was.

She really was.

We hadn't talked in a long time.

I was... not always a great mother.

I had been trying to get back in contact with her, trying to make amends.

If it wasn't for you, I don't know if I would ever even have known what happened

to her.

Thank you. Yeah, no, no. It's okay. So much.

Hi.

I just want to say I'm really sorry, Mrs. Bentley.

Thank you.

I hope you get everything out of life you want, Esme.

You deserve it.

And that you do, girl.

So, what now?

Still gonna fix cars?

Well, actually, I was thinking about going back to school.

Maybe criminal law.

I don't want what happened at the house to happen again, you know?

Is it silly?

I think it sounds perfect.

I got a surprise for you.

Yeah? Come here.

I... I don't understand.

What's this?

You'll see.

Get out of the car. Come on.

What is going on?

Okay, okay, I didn't buy you this house, okay, so chill.

But one of my customers, she's renting a one-bedroom here.

I told her all about you, and she'd love to have you.

It's cute.

It's walking distance from me, yep. Just a little bit of a selfish ploy to get

you to free babysit whenever I have a hot date, which is this weekend.

And the deposit? No deposit, girl.

This actually costs a lot less than the house that shall never be named again.

Best part, no roommates.

Lydia, I... I... I... I don't know what to say. I know, and you don't have to

say anything.

Because the person that deserves a break, it's you.

Well, shall we?

Welcome home Esme.