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Oh! I forgot to tell Matt

to get some steak for dinner tonight.

You know I don't eat anything with shoulders, Ange.

Right, your self-defined animal protein rules.

How about some chimichurri chicken wings?

Aren't wings just chicken shoulders?

What about fish?

Fins?

This "no shoulders" rule

is a little bit more restrictive than I thought.

Someone's hungry.

Snacktime, my love!

Hey. You shouldn't feed your kid that junk.

Carrots?

The store-bought stuff is full of preservatives.

Judgy Grampa's full of preservatives.

No carrots, no shoulders...

is there anything we can eat on the West Coast?

...The entire cheer community

has been shaken by the death of beloved cheerleading coach

Lucia Amante.

Police are still investigating--

Our new client, Neil, called me twice while I was out.

Guy's a mess.

Well, his daughter's being bullied.

I get it. I'd tear the world a new--

Yeah, yeah, we all know what you would do

if Dex was getting bullied.

A holier-than-thou Boomer shamed me at the park today

for feeding Dex storebought food.

Do I need to call a lawyer?

Ha.

Take that, Old Man Winter--

"the first thing is the most thing!"

Spinach will make Dex strong, like Popeye.

A pipe-smoking cartoon sailor--

is that really our parental goal for Dex?

Hey, look.

Ms. Amante's death is being treated as a homicide.

I can't discuss any details,

to protect the integrity of the investigation.

Xiao scrunched her eyebrows.

She's holding back from the public.

We are urging anyone

with information pertaining to this crime

to come forward.

- She doesn't have a suspect yet. - Nope.

Do we speak Xiao now?

Hey. That's our client's daughter.

Team looks like a pretty tight crew.

So why is she being bullied?

The team went to Vancouver to compete,

and Cassie snuck out of her hotel room

with a friend from school, who came to watch,

and her coach caught them drinking.

She kicked me off the team

because I broke the code of conduct.

- And when was this? - Three weeks ago.

And everybody hates me because of it.

Yeah, but Cassie is their top flyer.

The team has won Nationals four years in a row,

but without her, the team placed second in Vancouver.

And they blame you for getting benched?

That's not all they're blaming me for.

Cassie Paalberg,

an unhinged cheerleader,

threatened her coach

just hours before

she was found brutally murdered.

The rules are clear.

I'm sorry.

You're seriously gonna kick me off the team for this?

I will end you!

"End" her... and now Lucia is dead.

Do I need pompoms to spell it out?

I can't believe

that's the last thing I said to her.

I-I-- I would do anything to take it back.

So, they think you killed your coach?

I loved Lucia.

She was like a mom to me.

After my wife passed,

Lucia really took Cassie under her wing.

I don't think I would've made it through

that first year without her.

All I ever wanted to do was make Lucia proud.

Where were you the night of the murder?

She was at home with me.

She was upstairs, sleeping.

I grounded her for the Vancouver escapade.

If Cassie has an alibi,

you got nothing to worry about, Neil.

You're not getting it.

The bullying is escalating--

there's graffiti, prank calls--

...and now this Buzz Snap.

One single Buzz Snap

in a small Victoria cheer community...

I don't think the reach will be that big.

I'm a hashtag now.

Hashtag "CassieKilledHer".

Okay... the reach is big.

♪ I see you

♪ And you see me

♪ Watch you blowing the lines

♪ When you're making a scene

♪ Oh, boy

♪ You've got to know

♪ What my head overlooks

♪ The senses will show to my heart ♪

♪ When it's watching for lies

♪ 'Cause you can't escape my... ♪

♪ Private eyes

♪ They're watching you

♪ Private eyes...

♪ They're watching you watching you ♪

♪ Watching you watching you ♪

Look, all we're asking for is a public statement

that our teenage client is not a murder suspect.

I'm not ready to rule out any suspects.

Come on. This isn't about the court of law,

it's about the court of public opinion.

Have a heart.

Are you saying I don't care about the community I serve?

Oh, this is a trap...

The poor kid is being terrorized online.

Look at the comments!

You can... actually scroll faster--

I know how to scroll.

No, just w--

Hands up!

Good luck with Gossip Girl.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a murder to solve.

Did you see when Xiao scrolled--

How she did that thing with her eyebrows?

She must've seen something in the comments.

This is a laundry list of conspiracy theories

on how Cassie killed Lucia--

strangled with an exercise band,

bashed with a trophy,

poisoned with hairspray!

Gotta give the kids points for creativity.

It's impossible to know

which comment Xiao was reacting to,

without case details.

"Impossible" is what we do best.

Check it out.

Xiao's go-to crime scene photographer.

Thanks so much!

I can't believe it's dead. I just had a new battery put in!

Aw, no problem at all.

Wow! Are you done already? That was so fast.

Oh, yeah.

Oops!

- Do you mind? - Oh--

Fresh manicure.

I really appreciate this. I'm not usually so clumsy.

Some people find cops intimidating,

but you have been such a lifesaver!

Almost got it.

I scoured the Internet.

There's no sign

of the Cassie-threatening-Lucia video anywhere online,

before it pops up in the Buzz Snap.

Which means,

the person who recorded the argument

is probably the Buzz Snap creator.

We gotta find out who that is.

I tried,

but "CheerNoEvil669" is using Partridge.

As in, a pear tree?

As in...

NSA-level security encryption.

I mean, I'm good, but not NSA-hacker good.

I'll keep trying.

Oh.

Crime scene photos loaded.

Looks like Lucia's office was ransacked.

She was killed at her desk.

Cell phone... smashed.

There's a bloody second-place trophy

next to her body.

So, the trophy's probably the murder weapon.

The trophy comment on Buzz Snap.

Hold on.

Here it is.

"Cassie killed Lucia twice

with second place-- first, in the heart,

then in the head."

So that's why Xiao reacted--

the murder weapon was a detail held back by police.

Whoa.

The trophy comment was made by the OG poster--

"CheerNoEvil669."

So the Buzz Snap creator knew non-public information,

which means they could be Lucia's killer.

Great work, Ra--

...and she hung up already.

All right, we should go to Island Elite Gym.

We can use the video

to reverse-engineer where the filmer was.

During the argument with Lucia,

Cassie was standing on a taped red line

on the gym floor.

We can use that line as our guide,

and once we figure out the filmer's spot,

Cassie can I.D. who might've been sitting there.

Gyms don't usually have assigned seating.

No, but nine times outta ten,

sports parents sit in the same place,

and since the police just released the crime scene...

The gym should be empty.

- So much for being empty. - Yeah.

Excuse me.

What's going on here?

The whole cheer community is meeting today

to prepare for Coach Lucia's big tribute on Saturday.

My mom Darlene's potluck sign-up is at the coffee station.

Thanks.

I hope you like it black. I'm out of creamer.

And I'm telling you-- people have opinions.

Looks like Lucia was loved.

Big turnout.

Yeah. Well, cheer communities are tight.

Let's work the room for intel

while we figure out this videographer thing?

Got it.

Are you here for the Cheer Mom tribute routine?

"We sparkle, so you can shine."

Love old-school cheer!

Gotta activate that old-school pouf!

Well, I have plenty of hairspray at home.

Here you go--pompoms.

Thank you.

Okay, Island Elites! Over here with me.

Group up.

I'm thinking...

"Thunder Rush" for Saturday.

You should be using one of Lucia's cheers, Ty.

Do "Power Surge."

I scored it 3.98 at World's.

It deserved a four, Ashwin.

We're honouring Lucia's life.

I'm not recycling an old routine.

All right. Now, let's see those hands.

Ty is peacocking like he runs the gym now.

Mm-hmm. - He's taking over for Lucia?

He was her volunteer Assistant Coach for eight years,

while working full-time at "Burrito Boom."

Waited a long time to flex his choreo.

And now he's popped his front-flip, leg-stunt cherry.

I'm Cheryl. This is Sasha.

Are you a cheer mom, too?

No, Lucia and I were technically rival coaches,

but became friends over years at competitions.

I own a cheer gym across town.

Spectrum is the Cadillac of cheer gyms.

They have an in-house physio.

Wow!

Lucia could've had that, too. I told her--

she should've been charging triple her fees.

It was important to her

that the gym was accessible to everyone.

Most of the mats here are on loan from Spectrum.

It really is an incredible facility, Sasha.

And yet, all the best cheerleaders

go to Island Elite.

Why's that?

I'll say it, so you don't have to.

Lucia was the better coach.

You're incredibly gracious.

No. Lucia was.

My girls wanted to do something for her as well.

Oh. Excuse me.

Wow.

Hey. Just so you know,

there's a strict no-phone policy in the gym.

Not that Lucia can enforce it now, I guess.

You're right.

My mistake. Thank you.

I'm Grant.

- Keith. - Hey.

Which one's yours?

Uh... you know what?

She must've just scampered off somewhere.

What about you?

Morgan, there. Yeah. She was just made a flyer.

She's been workin' her butt off.

Yeah? Good for Morgan.

Thank you, thank you.

She's been waiting on that spot for three years.

First practice, poor girl sprains her wrist.

Ohh...

Hey, Keith.

Hey, man. How're you doing?

Morgan looks great out there.

Back up.

- Oh! - Ooh!

I'm so sorry! I'm just getting used to the mat again.

Grab your pompoms!

Okay.

Oh... okay.

- Whoo! - Oh... yeah!

Nice moves out there, Everett.

You might've missed your calling.

Mmph. My new BFF says that an "intense" mom

named Darlene always snuck videos.

Yeah, that's her husband, sitting next to me.

He told me their daughter, Morgan,

took Cassie's position.

Rumour is, Lucia was planning on tapping Cassie back in.

Look at us, getting all the goss!

Anyhow,

Darlene's socials name is "PomPomMom,"

so maybe we have

a Texas Cheerleader murder plot on our hands?

No more Lifetime for you.

I'm serious!

What if she murdered Lucia

to keep her daughter at the top of the pyramid?

Okay.

And how do you propose we chase this lead, Everett?

A little bird told me

that you might be in need of some coffee creamer.

Oh!

You're a lifesaver.

No. You are the hero for doing all of this.

I'm Angie.

Darlene.

Truth be told,

I just can't bring myself to go inside the gym,

knowing that Lucia was murdered in there.

I know!

People are saying that Cassie Paalberg killed her,

because of that Buzz Snap going around.

I saw it.

What kind of monster

would make such a horrible thing?

Cassie's not the first teenager to get saucy.

I've gotta be honest with you...

rumour has it

you made the Buzz Snap.

Me?

I think it's because

you took the video

of Cassie threatening Lucia.

I took the video, but I wouldn't know

how to make a Buzz Snap, if my life depended on it.

So how did it end up on the Internet?

I don't know!

I only shared it with one other person.

And who was that?

Ty-- he was Lucia's Assistant Coach.

And now he's running the place.

Cassie is now a meme.

Neil said she's not eating or sleeping.

Yeah. Poor kid.

I just confirmed Darlene and Morgan

were prom-dress shopping in Seattle,

the night of the murder.

Ty has keys,

he knows team dynamics,

and he has damning footage of Cassie.

Best way to get away with murder--

pin it on someone else.

Burritos are up!

Thank you.

- For you. - Thanks.

It felt so good to be out in the field.

Do you think these have preservatives?

It's Burrito Boom.

I'll graduate before the salsa expires.

Point taken.

So, Ty told the manager he was leaving Boom

for his "dream job"--

two days before Lucia's murder.

Nice work, Nancy Drew.

Cheryl said,

"He's been waiting eight years to flex his choreo."

So now we have means, motive, and opportunity.

You confirmed our new suspect...

you've earned the circle.

Even better than I imagined.

♪ Si comm'a nu sciorillo

♪ Tu tiene na vucchella

♪ Nu poco pocorillo

♪ Appassuiliatella

Is he dancing his guilt away?

He's definitely guilty of slaying.

Ahem. The tribute meeting's over.

Yeah, we're P.I.s.

Cassie's dad hired us to find out

who's making his daughter's life a living hell.

We know Darlene sent you the video.

So?

Why would I terrorize a teenager?

Because you needed a fall girl for Lucia's murder?

Lucia was my mentor.

Maybe she didn't see you as her protégé.

After eight years of being unpaid and undervalued,

you snapped.

No. Lucia saw how lost I was when I aged out of cheer,

so she asked me to come back,

as a volunteer,

then, a few weeks ago,

Lucia offered me a paid position.

How does a woman who has to borrow mats

suddenly find herself in a financial position

to pay volunteers?

I'll show you the contract--

signed and dated before she died.

Hey, the police already went through everything

with a fine-tooth comb, and took a thousand photos.

Where were you the night of the murder, Ty?

Watching So You Think You Can Dance,

with my partner and his parents.

Did Lucia usually keep hard copies of her contracts?

Oh yeah, she kept hard copies of everything.

Lucia was a brilliant coach, but not very tech-savvy.

Barely knew how to turn a computer on.

How does a business owner get away with that, these days?

Did she outsource?

Yeah. Finlay's mom handled gym timetables,

Morgan's dad typed out all the competition itineraries.

Six weeks ago,

Lucia started depositing two grand in cash every week.

Do you know what that was about?

No.

Can I get a copy of this?

Go ahead. The scanner's right there.

Oh, it says there's a paper jam.

Oh, yeah, that happens all the time.

Hmm.

Oh. One sec. Says there's a bunch of stuff in the queue.

Wait!

Don't clear it.

Is this the first time you've used it since Lucia died?

Yeah.

Well, whatever's backlogged could be evidence.

Can you print it?

These are reference letters

for admissions to Ivy League schools.

Written by Lucia?

Yeah. Uh, Reid Cossever,

August Norick, Genevieve Tremblay,

Samuel Shruti.

I don't recognize any of those names.

Oh, except Genevieve Tremblay.

She did a cheer camp three years ago.

Did the most tragic cartwheel I've ever seen.

And yet, this is a glowing testimonial

of her leadership skills and athletic talents.

Yeah!

What do...

bogus Ivy League reference letters

and under-the-table cash deposits spell--?

"College admissions scandal," for $500!

Hey, I finally got

Genevieve Tremblay's dad, Piers, on the phone.

And? Did he say that Lucia had an illicit side hustle

that got her killed?

The second I mentioned Lucia's letter, he hung up.

There goes the "illicit" part.

Ready?

Vroo-oo-oo-oo-oom!

Vroom!

What are you feeding him, honey?

It's V8-resistant.

It's healthy,

and I pulled an all-nighter making it.

Why? We've got tons of squeezie pouches.

Squeezie pouches have long-word ingredients at the bottom.

You let Judgy Grandpa get in your head!

Oh, babe, the golden rule of parenting

is to ignore what other parents think.

Both of you, shush!

It's nutritious and delicious, and we should all be eating it.

Mm!

Mm... hmm.

I'm gonna... pack a pouch for the park.

No! Maybe Dex just wants to eat it himself,

like a big boy.

Ahem.

So... that get-up mean

that Julio pulled through for you on the course?

Sure did!

Got an 8:00 a.m. tee-time with Piers Tremblay.

- Julio for the win! - Mm.

Speaking of which, honey, we gotta go.

Ooh, ooh...

Can you believe these parents,

bribing their kids' way into university?

Ah, bribery aside,

there's nothing wrong with giving your kid a leg up.

If you have a leg up,

you can't stand on your own two feet.

Well, sure you can, 'cause now you have three.

When I was a kid,

Don hired me a personal hockey coach,

on top of my team coach.

Don was a helicopter parent?

Hey, hockey's very competitive.

If you don't have a professional edge,

you might end up playing in Russia,

then you have to hide your cash in your gear,

so the mob doesn't steal it.

Sorry, it's hard to hear you

over the silver spoon clinking in your mouth.

Hey, I didn't grow up fancy!

Says the man hitting

a private golf course with Mr. Monopoly.

I'm multi-tasking!

That drive of yours has been looking sharp, Brad.

Care to put a little something on the game?

Oh, no can do, Piers.

I am in the doghouse with the wife.

Because you bought a $750,000 car without asking?

Because she found pink panties in the glove compartment.

I am so happy to meet Will's brother-in-law.

Uh, half-brother-in-law.

And Will said you didn't have a sense of humour.

Let me introduce you to your group.

Uh... thought I was playing with Piers Tremblay?

Well, you were, but Debra made a special request

to play with "The Shadow".

Uh, any chance you can switch me back?

Uh, s-sorry. His foursome's now full.

Hi.

You won't believe this, but-- you're my hall pass!

You don't say?

Angie?

Angie!

Why are you shouting?

You were snoring.

- I don't snore. - Yeah.

Putting a pin in that. I need you to do something

to get one of Piers's foursome off the course,

so I can join his group.

Okay. Yeah. What do ya got for me?

Guy's name is Brad. $750,000 sports car.

Look for something flashy.

The guy likes to show off.

All I heard was "Brad".

Hey, handsome!

I could use a strong pair of hands on these hips

while I swing.

Please, hurry.

Are you kidding me?

Mr. Singer!

Mr. Singer!

Your headlight's been smashed,

your car alarm's going off.

Come quick, the sound's making members very grouchy.

No! No! Not my baby!

Hey!

Looks like you could use a fourth.

20K says you can't hit it onto the green...

dropped.

You're on.

You picking a club, or signing a treaty?

Let's go.

In hockey, you need one stick to make a slapshot.

In golf, you need 14 just to figure out

which one won't embarrass you.

Wait. You're Matt Shade!

- Yeah. - We're hitting the links

with a real-life Happy Gilmore!

All right, let's do this.

So what brought you to Victoria?

Oh, it was a good time for a change.

My daughter got into Cambridge.

Ooh, smart cookie.

And a hard worker.

My son, on the other hand,

all that kid does is sleep and eat.

My daughter Genevieve is the same.

It's gonna take a miracle to get him into a good school.

I'm using an educational advisor

who does perform miracles.

- Oh yeah? - Mm-hmm.

Any chance I could get this miracle worker's number?

I'll do you one better. I'll introduce you.

He's on the course.

"He"?

Was Lucia working with someone?

Or maybe she got double-crossed.

Or maybe Lucia

was going to kill the scam, so "miracle worker" killed her?

He's driving up now.

Hey! Keith.

Piers!

It's Morgan's dad, from the gym.

Ty said he does the cheer itineraries,

which means he had access

to Lucia's computer.

My new buddy, the Shadow, needs your academic expertise.

He made me.

Hey! My clubs!

Oh! Hey...

You've been running an admissions scam

with Lucia Amante.

- That's preposterous! - Did she figure out

what you were up to, and threaten to blow the whistle?

Lucia didn't know anything.

A woman's dead.

You're gonna have to give us more than that.

If, hypothetically,

I'd been forging references using Lucia's name,

and if, hypothetically, she, somehow--

I'm one minute away

from hypothetically swinging a golf club at your--

Okay. I went to her gym the night she was murdered

to cover my tracks.

In reality,

I never set foot inside.

Why not?

Because Lucia wasn't alone.

I saw Cassie Paalberg's red bike outside.

Cassie?

Our client?

Are we taking Keith seriously?

Did you see those shorts?

We need to verify Cassie's alibi.

Yes, but even if she was at the gym,

Keith still could've killed Lucia and framed Cassie.

He had access to that fight video from Darlene.

Do you really think Keith could edit a Buzz Snap video?

I bet he'd forge a reference letter

saying he can.

But what's his motive for murder?

Hmm.

If Lucia discovered Keith's scheme,

those letters wouldn't have still been in the printer.

He'd have taken that evidence.

So why kill her, if she didn't know?

And launching a homicide investigation

only increases his odds of getting caught.

Speaking of getting caught...

Maybe Xiao broke Cassie's alibi.

We're not talking to Cassie

till Xiao's done questioning her,

so there's no point in going to the cop shop now.

We need to find out what kind of kid Cassie is.

Think Neil lied to us?

Or Cassie lied to him about staying in.

Don't underestimate

the drive of a teen girl who wants to party.

Let's go look around back.

That looks like her room.

Uh-huh.

That trellis is well-used.

This girl definitely sneaks out.

Let's go.

You're not getting up there!

Is that a dare?

Come on! Give me a boost.

Can you stop moving?

Just grab onto the trellis and pull yourself up.

There you go.

You know, you can follow me.

I'll be in the car.

Did you find anything?

Yeah, turns out this generation still collects CDs,

and My Chemical Romance was labelled "oldies",

so that was sobering.

I meant,

anything that makes you think she killed her coach?

Oh, shredded pompoms

and torn-up photos of her and Lucia.

That doesn't scream "innocent".

There's also clothes in the laundry hamper

that reeked of bonfire.

So maybe she did sneak out and go to a party.

If Cassie's on the outs with the cheerleaders,

maybe she's partying with a different friend.

A cheerleader friends with a Goth?

John Hughes would be proud.

Cross-referenced this photo with her yearbook.

Hopefully, Juno

"Most Likely to Get You to Do Things You'll Regret" Mintz

can alibi Cassie.

Yeah.

So, like, I appreciate the ride to work,

but how do you know Cassie?

We're P.I.s-- Cassie's dad hired us

to find out who's bullying Cassie.

Oh... the Snowplow.

That's what my parents call him,

'cause he pushes all the hard stuff out of her path.

Well, what parent doesn't want

to make life easier for their kid?

Mine.

My mom went online, pretended she was me,

and applied for this stupid job.

Your mom got you the job at the pet store?

Said I had to learn how

"to take pride in a hard day's work."

Take the next turn-off.

That's the long way.

Yeah, but if Clay clocks in first,

then he has to clean the gerbil cages.

Yeah. Getting back to Cassie--

was there a bonfire hang the night that Lucia died?

Uh, a bunch of us were at the beach.

Mo started a fire for us.

And was Cassie included in that "us"?

Yeah. She got there just as it was getting dark.

What was her mood like, that night?

She was pretty cranky that she was grounded,

and upset with her coach.

Well, ex-coach, I guess.

Like, how upset?

Like, crazy-town upset,

going on and on

about how she gonna "rip Lucia's face off".

That qualifies as "crazy-town".

I told her she was killing the vibe,

so I went to get another blueberry cider

from the cooler, and when I came back,

Cassie and her bike were gone.

Well, Juno Mintz had a lot to say.

I know more high school gossip about strangers

than I ever heard from Jules.

Now we know Cassie was at the bonfire with her,

freaking out over what to do about her coach.

Then she took off on her bike.

It's only a five-minute ride from there to the gym.

Evidence is lining up against our client.

Yeah...

but Cassie wouldn't create that Buzz Snap

and bully herself.

Maybe she shared her secret?

Well, you tell one guy about that rash in confidence--

next thing you know, the whole team's razzing you.

Another reason not to play sports.

Did Neil knowingly hire us to protect his killer kid?

If Dex went to prison,

I'd bake him a cake with a file in it.

You wouldn't?

Not if Dex was a convicted murderer.

Well, I guess we know who the more devoted parent is.

Have fun on Cell Block "C".

Hope your good behaviour gets us some conjugals.

Hey, Neil.

- Hey. - How you doing, man?

Yeah. I'm good. Thanks for coming.

Yeah.

Hey, sweetie.

What did you tell the police?

Nothing-- like what the lawyer said.

All right, that's smart,

but you need to tell us everything-- just not here.

- Okay? Let's go. - Yeah.

You two--

my office.

Now.

Going undercover, we were able to infiltrate

the victim's innermost circle.

Through networking, social engineering,

and psychological tactics--

...Exposing a college admissions scandal.

So, you pretended to be a "cheer mom"

to get the "tea" on gym drama,

and you used your minor celebrity to impress

some trust-fund daddies-- - "Minor"?

...and all of that "work"--

"Investigative work," thank you.

...culminated in the unshocking discovery

that rich parents cross ethical lines

for their kids,

and this is all useless for my murder investigation.

Pretty much sums it up, yeah.

Did your "investigative work" turn up anything I can use?

Then that'll be all, Gossip Girls.

Good talk, Mochi.

I wanted to tell Lucia how sorry I was

for breaking the rules.

She wanted another chance.

But when I got to her office, she was... dead.

Did you touch anything?

No! I-I... freaked out and I took off.

I knew I had to call 9-1-1,

but didn't want it traced back to my phone,

so I-I called from a hotel lobby.

Xiao must've traced the call, checked hotel security footage.

Explains why she hauled you in now.

I know I lied about her alibi,

but we just wanted to protect her.

If Xiao hasn't charged her yet,

she must think the arrest won't stick.

What did you see in Lucia's office?

Lucia... slumped.

Blood...

a stack of money.

A stack of money?

Yeah, just lots of bills, on the desk...

splattered with, um... blood.

There was no money on the desk

when the police processed the scene.

Was her office ransacked when you got there?

No...

it looked like how it always does.

What does that mean?

It means you were in the room with the killer.

It means you were in the room wCassie arrives, killer ,

sees the blood-splattered bills,

which the killer then takes when they leave.

Maybe that stack of bills was one of the cash deposits

Lucia started making six weeks ago.

If it was,

why wasn't it deposited on Thursday,

like the others?

The money isn't what the killer was after.

They were looking for something else.

No shoulders, wings, or fins

were harmed in the making of that.

Tofu?

Even better.

Tempeh.

"Better" being the subjective word.

Okay, Lucia was at a cheer competition in Portland

seven weeks ago--

it's just before the cash deposits started.

Maybe she was being bribed

by one of those entitled parents?

All so their kids can grow up, to what-- carry briefcases?

It's not about the luggage,

it's about them being rich and successful.

My mom used to say,

"True success is measured by how happy you are."

Well, using that metric,

you're the most successful person I know.

The man lives in our guest house!

Let me know how you like that tempeh.

I have a legacy cheer rehearsal at three.

I'll see what I can dig up in Darlene's videos.

Good idea.

The cash deposits were all made at an ATM in Sidney.

I'll follow the money.

Okay.

Oh, my g--

I cannot believe this Portland routine

got second.

Ugh! It was a travesty.

Everyone was steaming mad!

Especially Lucia.

May I?

Huh...

Oh. It's a shared family album.

Wait. So, Morgan had access to your video

of Cassie and Lucia arguing?

Yeah.

I'm out in Sidney,

where Lucia made her cash deposits.

ATM's out of order.

Well, that explains

why Lucia didn't make her Thursday deposit.

Darlene's daughter just told me

that she sent the video to Sasha.

Sasha? Lucia's frenemy coach?

Yeah, Morgan was afraid

that Cassie was gonna become her competition.

Sasha was looking to poach Cassie?

So Morgan says.

Sasha could've made that Buzz Snap video.

All right, there's a coffee shop

next to the ATM out here.

I'll go see if anyone can identify Lucia.

Excuse me.

Do you recognize this woman?

She comes in once a week.

Starting a little over a month ago.

That's all the information I have.

Thanks a lot.

All right, everyone,

I want a strong, supportive base...

It's not poaching. Cassie was kicked off her team.

You don't care about breaking curfew,

sneaking out, drinking?

Teenagers break rules.

I love a rebellious spirit.

You know what I don't love?

Snitches.

So what did you do with the video that Morgan sent you?

I deleted it right away.

Why is a cheer mom I never met until two days ago

so curious?

Ashwin, the cheer judge,

just made a drop

in the coffee shop next to the ATM.

What? Well, you have to find the bag!

Great idea. Thanks, hon'.

Huh.

It's in the toilet!

Ew! Why would he put it there?

Get it out.

I'm not putting my hand in there!

Shade, it's evidence.

Yeah, it looks like about two grand.

He's a cheer judge. Is it a bribe?

Isn't a bribe when you take money?

A reverse bribe?

And what, exactly, is a "reverse bribe"?

I don't know! Go find out.

Hey! Ashwin.

Why are you paying off Lucia?

W-Wait. Lucia's my blackmailer?

I-I had no clue.

Well, that explains

why you're dropping money for a dead woman.

What, did she catch you taking a bribe?

No.

She caught me sneaking out of a hotel room in Portland.

Why would Lucia care about an affair?

Because I was sleeping with her competition.

Sasha?

We're both married.

My wife is my everything,

and I would do anything not to lose her.

Including murder?

So, Ashwin's alibi checked out?

Yeah, and he's promised not to breathe a word to Sasha

while we investigate.

He's still hoping his wife doesn't have to find out.

Ho-ho, wow! He's got his priorities straight.

So, as far as being frenemies,

I'm guessing "less friend, more enemy"?

Ashwin swears they had no reason to kill Lucia

because they didn't know she was the one squeezing them.

Unless Sasha found out.

She goes and tries to convince Lucia

to stop the extortion--

Lucia refuses.

Sasha whacks her in the back of the head with the trophy.

Cassie arrives, Sasha hides,

then, she tosses the office, looking for the photos,

she can't find them, so she nabs the money,

and leaves.

It's really hard to take you seriously

with that bow in your hair.

What's up, Raine?

With the search narrowed to one,

I was able to hack in and confirm

that "CheerNoEvil669" is Sasha.

I'm so proud!

Our tech baby's a blackhat.

Only when I get paid to be.

That's motive galore,

and now we have proof that Sasha framed Cassie.

Thanks, Raine.

I doubt Sasha deposited blood-soaked money at the bank.

If we can find the money in her possession,

we've got her.

Sasha suspects I'm up to something.

So keep her suspicions at bay--

perform in the legacy routine.

How's my hair look?

Like it single-handedly obliterated the ozone layer.

"One, two, three, four...

She's the coach we all adore.

Five, six, seven, eight...

Lucia now cheers at Heaven's gate."

...And, as Lucia would say,

We're going to practice until we get it right,

and then we're gonna keep going,

until we can't get it--"

...Wrong!

And now, it fills my heart with pride

to introduce the Spectrum Cheer Team,

who will perform a number in Lucia's honour.

Thank you, Spectrum Cheer!

Lucia would've loved that.

- Hey! - Hi.

How are you?

Any progress on the case?

We're about to stick the landing.

Why don't you take a seat?

This next tribute

I had nothing to do with--

...a very special treat

from the cheer sisters who came before us.

Let's hear it... for our Legacy Moms!

Whoo!

Legacy strong!

We carry it on!

Whoo!

And now--

Did you watch me cheer?

I did!

I see your pouf in a whole new light now.

...very new routine,

"Thunder Rush".

So, I searched Sasha's home and gym--

couldn't find the money anywhere.

Where is she hiding it?

Whoo!

Do you remember the Russia thing?

No.

Not surprised.

Hockey players hiding cash in their gear?

What if the money never left this gym?

The mats!

They're on loan from Sasha.

She knows they'll go back to Spectrum,

- as soon as the tribute's over. - Right.

Thank you all for coming together today

to celebrate Lucia,

and now,

if we can all raise a pom...

in a moment of silence.

Um, excuse me?

What the hell are you doing? No! Those are my mats!

Stop! Stop!

No! No! What are you doing?

I'm calling the cops!

Go ahead. Save us the trouble.

No, no, I-I... uh...

Just so you know, for next time...

the mats have zippers on the side.

That was crazy.

I missed you!

It's good to see my daughter smile again.

Thank you.

- Our pleasure. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

Not bad for a couple Gossip Girls, huh?

I'm not going to charge you

for possession of police photographs,

but the next time I catch you breaking the law,

you won't be so lucky.

I think that was Xiao for "great work".

Ah!

We need you back on the team, Cassie.

No, it's what Lucia wanted.

Yeah, but I don't want to take Morgan's spot.

Being a flyer's my mom's dream, not mine.

I just want to cheer.

Okay!

It's messed up to imagine Lucia was extorting money.

She never spent a dime of it on herself.

She just wanted to pay you and provide scholarships,

so everyone who wanted to cheer could.

Uh, did you steal our dinner from a dead woman's tribute?

Is it really stealing, if there's no price tag?

Well...

Good food should never go to waste.

Tell that to Dex.

Look-- no shoulders.

Ha! Thank you.

Um... also, I think

that Dex would really enjoy a squeezie pouch with dinner.

But... the homemade food--

...Is kind of about you.

Yeah, I guess I've been using Dex's snacks

to be an all-star mom.

And you are, honey, but...

"kale slush" isn't a gold medal choice for anyone.

Screw it. From now on, we're a sodium-positive family.

Ya-a-a-ay!

Love that for us!

Will, give me a hand, will ya?

Let's get you cleaned up, and get you a squeezie, bud!

Come on!

You...

are liberated... from judgment.

Almost.

There's just one tiny thing I need to do tomorrow.

Come on, Judgy Gramps.

Ah!

How much longer do we have to wait here?

Just ten minutes?

♪ Together, we are home