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♪ There's something
in the shadows ♪

Everything's blocked off.

I don't know if you're going
to be able to swim today.

I'm not here to swim.

Oh!

Hey, Tess?

This is supposed to be
my safe space.

Well, as someone
with safe-space issues,

I feel your pain.

Tess! Hey!
They called you in.

I know the place. I swim here.

Victim is Sabrina Chalke,

39 years old,
coach of the women's swim team.

Looks like
blunt-force trauma to the head,

possibly drowning.

Hmm.

Any chance
it was a slip and fall?

I mean, I'd have to
clean her up to confirm,

but I'm guessing no.

Hey.

So, uniform's
combing the campus.

We found a partial shoe tread,

picked up a droplet of blood.

It looks like there might be
more traces of it

in the hall garbage.

So our perp might have
dumped something on campus?

- Mm-hmm.
- Not the brightest bulb.

Security cameras?

Line was cut
around 5:45 p.m. yesterday.

Which would mean the body
could be floating 15 hours?

Based on skin creping
and early vascular marbling,

yeah, it's possible.

All right, thank you.

Thank you.

Bye.

Did you
call me onto this?

I don't have
that authority.

All I can do is ply the big guy
with a gentle nudge.

Well, then thanks
for the nudge.

You've got this, though, right?

Being an outside consultant?

It's solving cases like always,

just better coffee.

There's a lot of eyes on you
this time is all.

The irony.

I deserved that.

All I'm trying to say
is watch your--

- Oh, my God...
- You're really doing great.

What do we know
about the victim?

Single.
She lived alone.

She had an office
here in the building,

and according to the staff,
she liked to work late.

Sound like anyone we know?

Yeah.

A dedicated professional,
I like it.

Where are we at
with the swim team?

The women's team
trained with her yesterday

at 4:00 p.m.,

and might have been
the last people

to see her alive.

Mind if I take
the first crack at them?

I'm a swimmer.

Why else do you think
we brought you in?

Let's go!
Higher jumps, come on!

Come on, come on, let's go!

Knees up!

Palms flat!

Higher, let's go!
Come on, come on!

Earrings, Emma?

No bling.

This isn't a Beyonce concert.

Liniment, Faith?

Gross.

Come on, you know the rules.

No perfumes, no oils,
no scented soap.

Hit the showers, you reek.

Come on, let's go!
Knees up!

Knees up!

Let's go,
higher jumps, come on!

Let's go, ladies!
Let's go!

Come on, no slacking!

It's a real bootcamp.

Man, this is giving me
serious PTSD flashbacks

to my own high school Mean Girl.

I know you had your own version.

That girl that just knows
how to work

everyone's weaknesses.

Come on, let's go!

Sunny?
Hurry up!

Oh, she's looking right at us.

Take five, ladies.

You and you...

Can I help you?

Kendra, right?

I'm Tess Avery, Metro PD.

You know, most people,

when someone close to them
is murdered--

Coach Chalke taught us

that no one is more important
than this team.

She'd be proud of us
for keeping to the schedule

and working through it.

It's our way of processing.

So you saw her around 4:00?

Yeah.

Anything seem unusual?

Anyone hanging around,
waiting for you guys?

Campus is pretty dead
on Sundays.

We were alone.

What about your coach?

Remember anything unusual
about her?

Not really.

Coach never small-talked.

She always kept us on task.

That's what made her
the best in the country.

So it's true some of you
were going to the Olympics?

Four of us are in contention.

Coach worked hard for that.

I'm not letting that
fall apart on her.

What time did you guys
finish up?

Around 5:00.

Do you remember seeing
anyone stay behind?

I went to the mall with Faith.

We left right after.

Can you think of anyone

who might have
had it in for your coach?

She's looking away from you.

Kendra...

There is this new girl.

She's really weird.

Strong swimmer,

but she couldn't take
the pressure.

Coach cut her a few days ago.

She lost it,

made a big scene.

Jewel Corson.

You know where I can find her?

So I heard
from your teammates

that you and your coach
got into it pretty good.

Yeah, I mean...

she cut me after a bad race.

It happens.

Really?

'Cause I heard it dropped you
from Olympic contention.

She's picking at her fingers.

She was frustrated with me,

and I don't like
being shouted at.

It's like she's nervous.

Now she's fidgeting
with her shirt.

It says "Kiwi Jr." on it.

Uh, Kiwi Jr.,
what is that, hip-hop?

Indie.

If The Strokes and Pavement
had a baby

while partying
with the Velvet Underground.

Oh, you had me at Pavement.

I've gotta check 'em out.

That's odd.
No reaction.

So, where were you
yesterday afternoon?

I was at the park
with my boyfriend.

How long
were you guys there?

All afternoon.

And after that?

I was studying in my room.

Calculus is across campus,
I have to go.

Wow.

She seems a little bit
defensive.

Yeah, well,

it's not unusual to be nervous
in this type of situation.

So, what are you thinking?

I gotta talk to Matt.

I still can't believe
that Sabrina's gone.

I know.

It's like in high school
when Mr. Johnstone died.

That was a terrible day.

He was the only cool teacher
we had.

Yeah.

Remember how we cut class
to go toast to him at the pond?

With that cinnamon whiskey.

Yeah.

I can still taste
them cinnamon hearts.

And I totally thought
you were gonna kiss me.

I guess it was the booze.

Yeah.

Guys?

You do know
that I'm here, right?

Sunny!

Sunny, uh, yeah.

Shouldn't you two be out there
finding this killer?

Yeah, you know what,
we do have a person of interest.

She's a student here.

Her name is Jewel Corson,

but her alibi
is really questionable--

Her body language
reads guilty.

I know, but I'm...
I'm just not sure, okay?

I can't get a read on her.

I used to be able
to read people like a book.

How they held their bodies,

the tilt of their head,

their hands,

it was like reading minds,

and now...

it's just voices and shadows.

Did Sunny describe
her body language?

Yeah,

and, usually, it matches
what I hear with their voice,

but with Jewel--

Tess...

just because people can see

doesn't mean they understand.

Maybe you're
tuning into something

that you might have
ignored before.

Are you telling me
to "use the Force"?

Well, yeah, I-I wanted to,

but I know how you feel
about Star Wars stuff.

Yeah.

What I'm saying
is trust your gut,

and, uh...

don't ignore your instincts.

Do you know Jewel?

Well, I know one of her profs.

Say the word,

I'll look into it.

It's Kye.

You probably know that already.

Hi!

Hi.

I got a package for you.

Thanks.

Signature.

Thanks.

Hey, I do a little reno work
on the side,

um, in case you wanted
to outsource your DIY.

Not that there's anything wrong
with your handiwork, though,

it's kinda abstract.

I was going for early Kandinsky.

Yeah. Right, no, yeah.

- I have to get this.
- Yes. Yup.

Okay.

God, it is so weird

hearing you and Matt
talk about the past.

You know, sometimes
I feel like an interloper.

Yeah, well,
that's the Faustian pact

we made with each other.

Hmm... which one of us is--

selling our souls?

Both, unfortunately.

Hey, where are we
with the swim team line-up?

Oh, good.

So I've got
all six of them here,

with ages and short summaries.

Mean Girl Kendra
on there, too?

Is it really fair
to call her that?

You know
what a "Mean Girl" is, right?

I have seen the movie,

three times.

Huh. Then
why didn't you answer me

when I asked who yours was?

I was distracted.

Come on, every school has one.

It was me.

Okay?
I was the Mean Girl.

I was the Mean Girl,
I was the Kendra.

Whoa.

I did not
see that twist coming.

Yeah, well,

I moved to a new school
in my senior year.

I never really had
that much confidence.

I was an easy target
for bullies,

and so I decided
to change it up.

So you and I
were on opposite ends

of the high-school hierarchy.

Yeah,
but I didn't even realize

I was doing it at first,

and then I learned to pull
secrets from other girls

to help fuel my popularity.

Oh, I see,
so you were an operator.

Yeah,

with great hair

and a push-up bra.

I was Queen Bee that year,

and all the girls
were feeding me gossip

in order to get close to me.

Sunny,

if the Queen Bee
gets all her gossip

from her Worker Bees,

maybe we gotta talk
to one of them.

There's stairs to the left.

Kendra is my friend.

She had nothing
to do with this.

Tell her
gossip always flows up.

No one is saying
she did, Faith,

but, you know,
gossip flows up,

and maybe she knew something.

Mean Girls live to humiliate.

Look, I saw
how she singled you out.

I can't believe
she humiliated you like that.

Stop.

She's turning.

Yeah, Kendra can be hard on us,

but she knows
what it takes to win.

Meaning?

She wanted us to be one.

We eat the same,
talk the same,

even smell the same.

Smells can be distracting.

I should have never
used liniment,

I just get muscle cramps.

Secrets are a one-way street.

You know, you say
that your team has no secrets,

but did Kendra
ever give up hers?

Oh, I think
you're reaching her, Tess.

Faith,
you don't owe her anything,

especially not after
how she treated you.

I told the police
I went to the mall with Kendra,

because she asked me to...

but the truth is I went alone.

The police already
checked the girls' lockers.

So?

10 steps straight ahead.

To your right, 3:00,
what's in there?

Huh.

The shower's on,
that's weird.

Is somebody here?

I don't see anyone.

It's just us.

Straight ahead.

Five steps forward...

Stop.

To your left.

You sure
this is Kendra's locker?

Yeah. I screen-captured
the list from Jake.

198.

Um... there's towels
and some socks.

Why don't you try
the next one?

It's Faith's.

A bra...

gym shorts, a t-shirt.

That's empty.

It's Jewel's.

Did you feel that?

From 3,000 miles away?

No, a vibration,

like something is loose.

Tess, I...

What is that?

It's soft, it's like
a sweatshirt, or a...?

a towel?

It's heavy.

It looks like a door stop.

Oh, my God.

Blood.

It's Jewel. She did it.

we matched the blood

on the door stop
hidden in your locker

to Coach Chalke.

Do you know how it got there?

You said you were at a park?

With my boyfriend.

We ordered pizza from Romano's,

spicy Italian,

and I was reading
the new Stephen King,

and he was reading
"Blood Meridian",

which actually means

that he was checking
baseball scores.

She seems wound up.

She's picking at her thumb,

her leg is shaking.

You doing okay?

It's hot in here.

Is that... a bruise?

At the back of her neck.

Could I see
your neckline, please?

Mm-hmm.

It looks big.

I think it goes down her back.

Jewel, can I ask you
to stand up and turn around?

Could you lift your shirt
a little bit

so I can see your back?

Where did you get
those bruises, Jewel?

Field hockey.

Right.

You can take a seat.

I'll be back in a little bit.

Okay, unless the rules
of field hockey

have changed dramatically
since I was a kid,

she's lying.

What were those--

defensive wounds?

On her back?

I don't know, I mean,
Chalke was a strong woman.

Maybe there was a struggle,

she grabs Jewel,
slams her into something?

- She--
- Nah, you're reaching.

We found a murder weapon
in her locker.

Yeah, with no prints on it.

It could have been planted.

Yeah, but we've got motive,
right,

so we bust open an alibi,

then we have opportunity.

What's wrong? You're...

You're not buying it.

You're protecting her
for some reason.

I want to know why.

Look, everything
that I see there

tells me that this girl
is guilty.

Yeah, well,
maybe that's the problem.

I would like
to be supportive here,

but I'm not
going to patronize you, okay?

Her body is telling a story
that you can't see.

Simple as that.

Well...

I can hear, Jake,

and when body language
reads as guilty,

the voice matches.

There's a tell
when the brain registers fear,

a quiver, a subtle lilt, something.

I heard nothing.

This is our first case
since you've been back.

Why do we have to be
on opposite sides here?

I'm here for the truth.

You were a little hard on Jake,
don't you think?

He can take it.

You know, if there's
one thing that I miss,

it's fancy coffee.

Wandering into Joe's
down the block...

He's not in there.

Their brown sugar latte?
M'wah.

Well, that's what
delivery is for.

Ew, no, I can't be
one of those people

who has
a single drink delivered.

Sunny, you're agoraphobic.

You're why delivery exists
in the first place.

You know, it's embarrassing.

I can't even let anyone inside.

I mean,
except for my ex-husband,

no one has stepped foot in here

until...

Until?

My concierge.

He's actually offering
to help with a reno,

and I'm too afraid
to let him inside

to do the work.

Oh, he sounds cute.

How could he possibly
sound cute?

Because you sound disappointed.

I hate
how good you are at this.

Yeah, well, let me know
how it goes.

Oh, and, hey, get him a beer,

the menfolk like that.

You're giving me dating advice?

One of us
has to have a love life.

Boy, are you betting
on the wrong horse.

Incoming.

Oh, and he is looking
fine today.

- Tess...
- Hi.

So I talked
to Jewel's Sociology prof.

Standard stuff.

Sits in the back,
quiet but bright,

underachiever,

but, uh...

she thought that Jewel
might be suffering from abuse.

Based on what?

She saw her in the washroom
on Friday,

dabbing makeup on her neck.

She had bruises.

She filed a report,

but I don't think
anything came of it.

Friday is two days
before the murder.

I think it's time I talked
to Jewel's boyfriend.

I'll see you.

Oh, that's him.

2:00, 15 steps.

Near the old smoking area.

How do you know

there's an old
smoking area here?

You know,
every school had one.

He's three steps forward.

Griffin Lording?

Yeah.

Hi, I'm Tess Avery, Metro PD.

I understand
you know Jewel Corson?

Um, is this about Coach Chalke?

Because I've already
given my statement.

It's about Jewel, actually.

Specifically,
the bruises on her neck.

Yeah, they happened
a few days ago.

She slipped on some water,
I think.

Oh, that's funny,

because she told me
she got them at field hockey.

I guess that's possible.

Jewel can be a little clumsy.

Hmm.

She said you two were together

the afternoon
her coach was murdered.

Could you tell me more?

Yeah.

We were at Vanier Park
having a picnic.

We ordered pizza from Romano's,
spicy Italian.

Jewel was reading
the new Stephen King,

and I was taking a stab
at "Blood Meridian".

Mostly checking
baseball scores, though.

Um, that's about it.

Well, thanks, Griffin,

and hey, if you think
of anything else,

please give me a call.

Sure.

Well, those details
were almost identical.

Yeah, funny, that.

Kind of like they rehearsed it.

Question is
who's covering for who?

Well, there must be something.

What does the ground
look like around here?

Hmm, concrete,
a little bit of dirt.

I heard a crunch.

Any chance there's a shoe print?

Um...

a little to your right...

Oh, bingo!

You're no longer
just a person of interest

in the murder
of Sabrina Chalke.

You're a suspect.

The murder weapon
was found in your locker,

you lied about your bruises,

which my partner thinks
are defensive wounds.

We found a shoe tread
at the crime scene.

It matched
your boyfriend's sneaker,

but you said he was at the park.

We have a witness
who saw your bruises

before your coach was murdered.

This is the part
where you tell me the truth.

What are you hiding?

Where did you get those bruises?

They're defensive wounds,

from when she tried to keep me
from hitting her

with the door stop.

I killed Coach Chalke.

She just confessed to murder.

Come on,

she practically parroted
my words back at me.

She wanted to end
the conversation.

It was a hell of a mic drop,

and, uh... granted,

something...
something is off,

but even if she is lying...

Why?

Maybe...

Maybe wants to protect Griffin.

His shoeprint is a match.

I mean, maybe he helped
cover it up.

Look, let's just give it
a day, okay?

If we're wrong,

our killer is still in holding,

but if we're right,

our killer is still out there.

Jewel's confession just
completely came out of nowhere.

Well, trauma makes you do
strange things.

Well... maybe Jake is right.

I mean, maybe...

maybe my radar is off.

Or everyone else's is.

Tess, you read me
like a drugstore paperback

when I was talking about
my concierge.

Your instincts
are as sharp as ever.

Was there ever anyone
you couldn't read?

Now, another flight,
about ten steps forward.

I mean, I've met
a few sociopaths in my day,

but Jewel isn't calculating.

She does stare
at you intensely-- step down--

or can't
look you in the eye at all.

Wait...

you never mentioned
this before.

So?

Ten steps down.

Well, her fingers twitch,

and she's always
picking at her thumb,

Kendra called her "weird",

and her eye contact
is noticeably atypical?

Could she be neurodiverse?

Hmm.

How could nobody
have seen this?

The same way no one can tell
I'm low vision.

She's been masking.

Well, you know, autism does go
under-diagnosed in women.

I mean, there's so much pressure
to fit in, that they--

They learn to fake it.

And do
what the Queen Bee says.

Oh...

Okay, that's for me.

So, I took, your advice

and I ordered my first
brown-sugar latte

in over a year.

Well, go get it.

I'm almost there.

Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I intercepted
your delivery guy.

Great.

There you go.

Ah...

Did you have a chance to...

think about our renovation?

Our conversation about your...
renovation?

Nice work,

but it's not exactly
"Blue Rider".

I googled Kandinsky.

I'm sorry about the...

I'm in. Let's do it!

Great!

Okay, yeah.

Fantastic, all right, um...

I... have an errand to run,

but are you going
to be here later?

Yeah, I'm not going anywhere.

Right.

Yeah, that...

Okay, uh...

I'll be... Yeah.

Oh... Mia alert.

Hey you.

12:00. 10 paces.

Uh, Mia, what are you
doing here?

We had a session, remember?

Ah... yes.

Yes, we did, I'm, uh,
I'm sorry.

I've been a little busy.

You were ignoring my texts,

so I thought you might be--

What, lost again?

No, avoiding me.

So I called Matt,

and he told me what happened.

Yeah, Mia thought
I could use some cheering up

about Sabrina.

Hey, give us an update.

Should we tell Matt
that Jewel confessed?

Uh, okay, well...

we're looking at the boyfriend,

and, I don't know,
I can put him at the scene,

but I need more.

Wow, if this was
a British crime show,

this would be the part

where the Bobbys
make an elaborate plan

to try and get the guilty party
to act.

Hey...

could Wilbur pass as K9?

Oh, man.

Wilbur can hardly pass
for a service dog.

Hey.

Don't they usually use labs?

Well, yeah,
but there was a shortage,

so they graduated
a few mixed breeds.

Didn't they?

Actually, Mia might be
on to something.

Think about it, we don't need
to convince the whole world

that Wilbur's legit.

We just have to convince
one person.

Right, well,
if we're doing this,

then I have to be
Wilbur's partner.

- Whoa--
- He's my service dog.

Those are the rules.

Your clothes are
way too bright to be a cop.

Hmm, right,

then, we're going to
have to improvise,

aren't we?

Try this.

Looks like
the killer's going down!

Yeah, they brought in the K9.

Did you know those dogs
can smell blood

from five miles away?

Tracker's in.

Okay, I'm in position.

All right,
Griffin's heading up Chestnut

near the brush by the park.
You got it?

Got it.

Hug the bush,
it curves left.

Mm.

We got him.

He's kneeling by a bush.

11:00.

He's digging.

Here we go.

I recognize that!

It's a Kiwi Jr. concert shirt,

that's Jewel's favourite band,

and it's covered in blood.

We get how it is.

You had a fight with Jewel,

things get out of hand,

you didn't mean
to hurt the girl--

No, no, no,

I had nothing to do
with Jewel's bruises.

I would never hurt her.

But you do know
where she got them.

No, no, I had no idea!

Then when
did you first notice them?

Thursday night
she canceled our plans,

without telling me why,

and then on Friday, I saw her,

but she was acting different.

She wouldn't let me touch her.

That's when I saw her
covering up her bruise.

Did you ask her about it?

Yeah.
She snapped at me.

Later, she told me
she slipped on a wet floor.

Tell us
what happened on Sunday.

Sunday, Jewel was up early
for trials.

She was cut, and I was there

when she flew off the handle
at the coach,

but it wasn't like her,

and then she said

she was gonna skip
on the regroup at 4:00,

so I offered to take her
for smash burgers.

Her favourite.

She can't have that
while she's training,

but she just never showed.

So there was no picnic
in the park?

No.

When she didn't show,

I figured she went
to the swim regroup anyway.

And what time was that?

Around 6:00.

There was no one there,

but the back door was open.

The pool area
was covered with blood.

Coach Chalke was dead.

I was gonna call the police,

but then I saw Jewel's shirt
shoved in the garbage,

and... I couldn't let her
go down for this.

When did you next see Jewel?

I found her
under the bleachers.

That's where she said
she used to go

when she was upset at swim meets

back home when she was a kid.

What was she doing there now?

She went back
to apologize to the coach...

...but she found the body,
and she went into shock.

She hid.

She swears she didn't do it.

And you believe her?

I have to.

What happens next?

I said we should
come up with a story

to tell you guys, like an alibi.

- The spicy Italian alibis.
- Yeah.

We're familiar.

Is Jewel
on the autism spectrum?

I don't know.

I mean, yeah, I guess, um...

She's never been to the doctor
about it, as far as I know.

Her parents are clueless.

Good at denial, you know?

She said I was the first person
to ever really see her.

Look, she-she didn't do this, okay?

She couldn't.

I'm just saying,
if Griffin was involved,

then he would have buried
his own shirt, too.

True, but I'm not so sure
he thinks she's innocent.

I don't buy her
as the killer, Jake.

Neurodiverse
does not mean innocent, Tess.

Fair enough,
I will give you that,

but she's been
going through life

with a completely different
operating system

than everybody else.

She has no idea why.

Let's just give her a chance.

For once,
I don't think I disagree.

He's smiling.

Come on, Tess, smile back!

Let's get the band
back together.

Oh, I gotta take this.

Would it kill you
to flirt a little?

Speaking of,

is that your concierge?

Maybe.

Yes.

Oh, my...

Are you going to be okay
without me?

Girl, I'm fine.

Go enjoy a good flirt.

Okay.

So... autopsy's in.

Cause of death
is from cranial trauma

and not from drowning.

So the body was moved?

Oh, it gets better
than that.

The head wound
had a distinct curve

that did not match
the door stop, so...

Confirmation of
what I already suspected.

Jewel has been framed.

Let's go.

I'm afraid this is not
just a patch job.

We're gonna need to re-plaster
the whole wall.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm-I'm... you know.

It-it's been a while
since I've had anyone...

here.

Yeah, I know.

I'm your doorman.

Right.

Oh, God, this is a bad idea.

What?

I really shouldn't be
letting anyone in here,

even if I find them
attractive. It...

I...

I can't believe I said that,
I'm sorry.

I-I'm a bit of a mess.

Can I give you a little secret
from the reno business.

The biggest messes?

Usually where you find
the real gems.

Okay.

Yes.

Okay, I'm going.

Hey, uh, if you, um...

you know, when you're ready,

just let me know?

Okay.

I'm sorry for doubting you

about the whole Jewel thing.

I may have been a little...

Ableist?

Okay, I deserve that.

Ah, you're not the only one
who misjudged.

I mean, look at me,
I was way off on Griffin.

Back to square one.

What about Kendra Delvecchio?

The Delvecchios
have serious clout.

Honestly, they've given
so much money to the swim team,

I'm surprised
they haven't dedicated

a whole swim complex to 'em.

So?

We don't have
enough on her, Tess, you know?

If we start digging around,

we'll be swarmed
in high-end lawyers.

What if I look into it?

Discreetly.

Let me file that under
"I don't wanna know".

Working as a consultant
does have its advantages.

The good news is

Kendra Delvecchio
has given me lots to work with.

So far no selfies
with the murder weapon, though.

Aw, that's very inconsiderate.

Okay, say she did it,
how long are we talking here?

20 years? Life?

Hey...

You okay?

There's a wake Friday
for Sabrina.

I'm just not ready
to say goodbye,

not until we figure this out.

Whoa...

What?

Kendra has a second
private account.

Tess, if I can access this--
No.

No, I am taking this
to tech at Metro.

You've done enough.

How many weeks
is that gonna take?

Months.

But, Matt, you're a professor.

Look, this could violate
Kendra's privacy.

You could lose your job.

She was my friend.

Don't you need a password?

No.

Not if I have a face.

My lawyer told me
not to talk to the cops.

Everything
has to go through him.

Girls like Kendra
need to feel in control,

so you need to make her feel
a lack of control.

Absolutely.
He's absolutely right.

Oh, wait,
your mascara's smudged.

Where?

Get her to hold still.

We need the whole face.

No, for real,
under your left eye.

Okay, two more seconds.

Sweet music.

Ah, yeah, you got it.

I tapped into Kendra's
deleted private photos...

Yeah?

...and I was right.

The bad news is...

you may not want to know
about this.

Um, um...

Jewel is... against a tree,

and her back is exposed.

The swim team is around her,

and they're hitting her
with towels...

It's a hazing.

She's half-dressed,
she's crying.

Um... Matt, please.

Yeah, I may not be a cop,

but I know that none of this
is admissible in court.

Maybe not,

but the things we find out
will be.

I beat Kendra
four races in a row.

and then Thursday night,

she called
a "Spirit Building Exercise".

Which turned out to be
a hazing.

They do it every year,

it's a school secret.

The team captain
steals a trophy,

and then the rookies
drink vodka from it,

and then they put me
up against a tree,

and they started hitting me.

And that's how
you got the bruises.

It was just using towels,

so it didn't really hurt
at first,

but then...

Kendra came at me,
and hers was wet and hard,

like there were rocks in there,

and my body ached for days,

and...

I tried to cover up the bruises
for trials,

but then I just
couldn't make my times,

so then coach cut me.

So why didn't you tell her
what happened?

Because Kendra told me
that if I did,

she would put the video online,
and everyone would know.

That would only implicate her.

You can't really see anyone
else in the video, can you?

I mean, you can sure see
the half-naked girl

tied to the tree.

Kendra's dad
would make it go away,

and I would be
turned into a meme.

Here's the problem,
it still doesn't explain

why you would confess
to murder--

I just wanted to skip
right to the inevitable

without having to wade
through the ugly parts.

You just thought
the fix was in.

Story of my life.

Swimming is simple.

You just focus...

...and you breathe...

...the whole world goes away.

You know?

Yeah.

I do.

Kendra took that away from me.

Please, um...

please don't let
that video get out.

We're gonna make sure
no one sees it.

Yeah.

You have to tell us
where Kendra got that trophy.

Tell me it has a curve in it.

It has a curve

and a dent.

Sitting right here
this whole time.

Okay, there's no cameras here.

It's a dead spot.

Her body was moved,

so she could have been killed
in her office.

Yeah, we checked that.

There's no coverage
from her office

to the edges of the pool.

Giving the killer
the chance to cut the cameras

before coming in.

If Kendra's our killer,

we gotta put this weapon
in her hands.

How far back does our warrant
on the school cameras go?

We got a six-hour window
before and after the crime.

Well, the hazing happened
Thursday at midnight.

We've gotta go back
further than that.

Yeah. Come on.

This is her?

Kendra Delvecchio.

With the murder weapon
under her arm.

Go get her.

You don't have grounds
to hold her, and you know it.

Well, our investigation
is ongoing,

but we already have her
on Assault with a Weapon,

Theft, and Criminal Negligence,

so I wouldn't be planning
any trips to the Caymans

anytime soon.

Please escort her to holding.

You're not
making happy noises.

We don't have her on murder.

Yeah, but we will.

Kendra got Jewel
cut from the team.

She got what she wanted.

Why kill Coach Chalke?

Well, Kendra has a mean streak,

so maybe Chalke threatened
to demote her from captain?

So she got stung
by the Queen Bee?

You must feel good.

I don't. Not yet.

There's a door stop
to your right,

Jewel's concert t-shirt
right in front of you.

The blood spatter
is right in one spot,

probably where Kendra put it.

Anything?

Nothing.

At least we tried.

Yeah, right.

What's going on, Tess?

Kendra didn't do it.

But I know who did.

She's at 2:00, five steps away.

Hi, Faith.

Hey, you ever get
rotator cuff problems?

Because mine was bugging me
a couple years back...

...and I just

could not lift a cup for a week.

And you're
telling me this why?

Liniment.

Because I can smell it on you,

just like on Jewel's shirt,

the one you wore
when you killed Coach Chalke.

She's going to run.

You run, and I will find you.

Your next move is critical,

so talk to me.

When Jewel flipped out,
Coach knew something was up,

so she followed her
to the bathroom.

So she saw her bruises?

She knew about the hazing.

All I know

is when the Coach called me
into the office,

the cup was on her desk,

and she wanted to know
everything,

and she expected me
to turn on Kendra,

but that's not how I was wired.

You mean that's not
how Kendra wired you.

Do you know what it's like

to be on the cusp
of the Olympics?

Failure was my weak spot,
and Kendra knew it.

I just kept hearing
Kendra's voice in my head,

how it was our job
to protect the team.

I knew if the hazing came out,

we'd be finished, and...

It was an accident.

I mean, it happened so fast.

Coach Chalke turned,

and I picked up the trophy,
and I just...

I did everything I could
to bring her back,

but she was gone.

Then why frame Jewel?

I was trying to make it look
like Kendra framed Jewel.

So you took
Jewel's favourite band shirt,

and dipped it
in your coach's blood?

Yeah.

I tossed it
in the nearest garbage,

and then I planted
the bloody door stop

in Kendra's locker.

I thought the police
would read the frame right away.

Except Jewel's boyfriend
found your fake evidence

and hid it.

And Kendra must've found
the door stop,

and put it in Jewel's locker.

I mean, for once,
I just wanted to control her.

But you made a decision, Faith,

and it has consequences.

No...

She's in custody, Tess.

It's over.

tsm Sabri.

She never forgot a birthday.

Sounds like a hell of a woman.

She was.

To Sabrina Chalke.

I will think of you

every time I hoist
one of your silly mugs.

One of a kind, Beans.

That is smooth.

Small-batch bourbon,
aged five years.

Well, Sabrina deserves it.

So do you,

for giving her family
peace of mind,

and me.

Seeing what you do up close...

I don't know how you deal, Tess.

Well, you know, this helps.

Well, Sabrina
would have loved you.

I'm really sorry, Matt.

Wow, I am having deja-vu.

Toasting to Mr. Johnstone?

Yeah.

Even the pond is the same, wow.

At least the bourbon's
an upgrade.

Amen.

Amen to that.

For the record,

I had no idea you wanted me
to kiss you that night.

Really?

I thought I sent out
the biggest signal.

I blame the nerves.

There's nothing
that I wanted more.

I was young and dumb.

♪ Oh, I'm lost and found... ♪

♪ Oh, I'm lost and found... ♪