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[birds chirping]

[whistling]

[tense music]

[wind blowing]

- Who's there?

- Is someone there?

If someone's there, you better leave now.

The police are on their way.

[foreboding music]

[kettle whistling]

[music crescendos]

[screaming]

[whistling dies down]

[upbeat music]

- Hold on, Peppermint.

[Peppermint barking]

I know. I know. I don't like her either.

Let's go.

Peppermint!

[foreboding music]

[Peppermint barking]

Peppermint.

[shrieking]

[whining]

- We are gathered to mourn the loss of Mrs. Gladys Claremont.

The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me in the path--

- Can't believe she's gone.

- For His name's sake.

- Why?

- 'Cause she was too mean to kill herself.

[chuckles softly]

- She got what was coming to her. That's all I gotta say.

- Yeah, no kidding.

- Will you all please be quiet. Show some respect for the dead.

- Surely goodness and mercy

should follow me all the days of my life.

- I heard Lily had a nervous breakdown.

- Who's Lily? - The dog walker.

The one who found her. - Uh-huh.

- Poor kid. I wonder what's gonna happen to her house.

She had no children.

- Next of kin?

- She didn't have any kin either.

- The bank will take it and sell it at auction.

My uncle was a probate lawyer.

- Oh, very cool.

- I'll tell you one thing, I wouldn't live there.

- No, me either. Give me the creeps.

- Yeah, but it's the kinda thing you have to disclose, right?

- What? - A death in the house.

- That's a myth.

- How do you know?

Sorry.

- One thing's for sure, it can't help with property values.

- No, it can't hurt them. People care about curb appeal,

about schools. Not what goes on behind closed doors.

- Well, I hope you're right.

- Well, we have some things to discuss.

Anyone wanna go to Hillside Diner?

I feel like pie.

- I could do pie.

[muttering] Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- Bless you.

- Hey. Good job.

- You know, we should have really hired the movers.

- Oh, we're still young and strong.

Plus if I told you the quotes I received,

you'd be happy we're moving all these boxes ourselves.

- That's fair.

- You know, I drove by there the other day,

past our new house.

- Oh.

- The neighborhood is like right out of a TV show.

- Yeah, we got lucky my bank held the mortgage.

- Yeah. I know, Alex. But still...

- What's wrong? Hmm?

Is it the death?

- Right. It's a little creepy.

- You know, people die, Carlee.

And if they don't die in the hospital,

they die in their homes. Hmm?

- Yeah, I know. I know.

- Plus, trust me. Pretty soon you'll be badgering me

to have them hurry up the estate closing so that we can buy it.

- Oh, shoot. I forgot the time.

I wanted to stop by the store before we left.

- Really? I thought you told Sheila

you weren't coming in today?

- I did but... we just got a shipment of dresses

and I wanna make sure that they're displayed properly.

I mean, can you just start loading up the van?

I'll be back soon. - Mm-hmm.

Leave me with all the heavy lifting.

- But I did say that you're so strong.

- Mm-hmm.

- And handsome.

- Hmm. What else?

- And a good kisser.

- All right.

- And I'll get you an iced coffee on my way back.

- Make that a beer and you got a deal.

[upbeat music]

[rumbling]

[dialling]

- It's me. They're here. Meet me outside.

- I can't believe they're here already.

Mrs. Claremont's only been gone a week.

- The longer the house sits the less the mortgage lender makes.

- They look like a nice couple. - Mm-hmm.

- I wonder if they'll fit in.

- Why wouldn't they?

- No kids.

- I don't have kids.

- Yes, you do. They're just outta the house.

[chuckles]

Hmm, he is handsome.

- Betsy!

- What? A girl can look.

- Well, as long as it's just looking. You're married.

- My husband is in prison.

In cases like mine, there are exceptions.

- Yeah, but he's married.

- But is he happily married? That is the question.

- That's not the question.

- It's such a good question. - No. I'm... I'm going home.

- See ya. - Oh, me too. See ya.

- Bye.

Hi.

[Brittany]: Archer! Careful.

- Relax, Brittany.

You think with your dad out of the picture

I could start using the front door?

- No, are you crazy? With him gone,

all my mom has time to do is snoop.

And she has the ears of a bat.

So you have to take your shoes off.

- Bats do have good hearing. - Mm-hmm. So, shoes.

- Oui, oui, mademoiselle.

Hear the big neighborhood news?

- That we have new neighbors?

- Yeah. And what happened to Mrs. Claremont.

- Yeah. I don't know. I'm gonna kinda miss her.

It's gonna be weird without having her around.

[scoffs] - What are you talking about?

You hated the Claremonster. [laughs]

- I didn't hate her,

I just thought she was a pain in the butt.

But I also kinda thought that she was like

the neighborhood grandma.

- Or the neighborhood narc.

Remember when she called the cops last Halloween?

- That's because you egged her house.

- She passed out pennies wrapped in cellophane.

- Oh yeah, she definitely deserved it then.

[chuckles]

- Still pretty crazy, though. How she died.

- Stop. I don't even really wanna think about it.

- You uh... think the dog that found her

started nibbling on her toes? - Stop.

- Just nom, nom, nom, nom.

- Stop, no. Dogs don't even do that.

Cats will eat people, though.

- Oh well, speaking about eating.

I need a snack.

- Nice. That's real nice.

- Hmm, these are pretty good.

You ever think about getting like um...

a big TV screen in here?

- Uh, I think you watch too much TV as it is.

- True, true, true.

[unsettling music]

- Our first night in our new home.

- Mm-hmm.

- I hope she didn't die in this bed.

- No, no. The cops said she died in the living room.

- Okay. Oh, so our new neighbors, the Perkins,

invited us over for dinner tomorrow night.

- Ugh. No.

- What do you mean, no?

- I mean I'm tired, Carlee. We just finished moving.

- Come on. Please?

I wanna meet the new neighbors.

[sighs]

Fine. Fine.

[upbeat music]

Women& [laughing]

- Oh, it was really so nice of you to invite us, Dina.

I should've come over and introduced myself

but there was just so much to do.

- Mm-hmm. - You're here now.

- Hear, hear. [laughing]

And I'm no longer the new girl on the block.

[chuckling]

[all]: Cheers. [glasses clinking]

- You know, it's not easy to find a house

in this neighborhood.

I heard people buy a home here and they don't tend to leave it.

- How did you find your house, if you don't mind me asking?

- Well, Alex just got transferred

from Capital National,

the bank that held the Claremont's mortgage.

And normally when a bank repossesses a property

following a death, it's sold at auction.

But that can take months, sometimes years.

- Hmm. - So, Alex suggested we move in

in the meantime. A win for everyone.

- But you will buy the home once you're able, won't you?

- I think so. You know, I hope so.

[women giggling]

- So, finance. - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, that's cool. That is... that's cool.

You know something about that, Rog.

- Yeah, a little bit. - You uh...

you have any hot stock tips for us?

- I work in the mortgage division.

Not investment banking. - Okay.

- Right, but that is the hot place to be right now

with the real estate prices through the roof.

- Right? - I uh... I just process loans.

I don't buy or sell properties myself.

- Very interesting.

- Yeah.

[women laughing] - Well, that's my work.

And so what do you do?

- Well, I'm part owner of a small clothing boutique

in downtown, um, Urban Accents.

- Oh, I've heard of that place.

- You have to stop buy.

I'll give you the friends and family discount.

- Oh.

- Speaking of family...

- Oh. [laughs]

Leave her alone. She's still young.

- It's okay. Um, we hope to, one day.

If we do buy the house.

- Hmm. - Look around.

- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- You do know about what happened there, right?

- Of course.

- And it doesn't... I don't know, um...

- Freak me out? - Yeah.

- Well, as Alex said, people die everywhere.

- Right.

- For someone who is not in the, in the business,

so to speak, you did manage to slide into a pretty nice,

little number across the street. - Pretty, pretty sweet.

- It's uh, not easy to get in around here.

- No. - Without some sort of an in.

- Took Roger what, was it almost a year?

- I built this place. You...

[laughing]

No, it's uh... don't be offended in any way

because the truth be told, this is the best thing

that could've happened to me.

And that old bird was nothing but trouble.

- Really? I thought she was some nice, old lady.

[snickers]

- No, I think what Roger means to say is that

it's probably easier for you to buy the house now

that she... is...

[both]: Deceased.

- Actually, it depends on the situation.

- So, they leave you a lot of work to do over there?

- Not too much.

- Huh. Not as... not as much work as this.

- Huh.

- Look, you know, I mean if...

if you need help with, you know, anything,

I would love to come by and help out, you know,

next week, this weekend. I know my way around a toolbox,

I uh, can tell a half-decent joke.

- I'll be fine.

But thank you.

- Boys, appetizers are ready.

[Alex]: Great. - You're welcome.

- What was that? - Right?

- Oh, my God.

- So, when are you gonna invite us over for the housewarming?

- Oh, that's right! It'll be great to see what you've done

with the place now that you're in here.

- Yeah, we're not gonna be entertaining anytime soon.

- Nothing formal, just a drink or two.

- Or three. Or four. [laughs]

[insects chirping]

- Ah, come on, Alex! - It was a joke.

- Lighten up. - Yeah.

- Look, you're part of the neighborhood now.

Embrace our credo, you work hard and you play hard.

- Even if you don't work hard. [laughs]

Like this guy. - It has its privileges.

- I'm kidding. I'm kidding. The truth is, we're nice people.

It's a great neighborhood. We wanna welcome you and you know,

once we get our claws into you, you'll never be rid of us.

- Yeah. Carlee! Come on, we gotta go.

- We just got rid of that

withered old bat across the street.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah and... and you're the new guys here

and we all wanna be friends. We just--

- No, I don't... I don't think so, guys.

- Come on. - Okay.

- Let's go.

- Wonderful to meet you, Carlee.

- Yeah, you too.

Um, and thanks again, Roger.

- My pleasure. - Yeah, we'll see you soon.

- All right. - Okay, yeah.

- Yeah, great.

- Alex. - Night.

- See ya soon.

[blows out breath] - I need a drink.

- Yeah, I need one or too.

- Wow, that was...

- I don't know what-- - ...the most painful.

- I can't... why are we even trying to get him in the house.

- Well... [laughs]

[barking]

[clattering]

- Alex?

[foreboding music]

[banging] [creaking]

[clattering] [gasps]

What the...

[plastic rustling]

[door creaks]

[clattering]

[tense music]

[knocking]

[gasps]

Alex? - Did I... did I wake you?

- What are you doing?

- I was just uh, thinking about what we could do with the space.

- No. What are you talking about?

- Well you know, maybe we can turn this into an office

and maybe I'll blow out the walls, put in an extra window.

- More windows?

- Yeah, and maybe a couple French doors.

Leads to the patio.

- Okay, you never so much as hung a picture up on the wall

and now you're talking about major renovations?

[stammers]

We've only been here for a few days.

And we're still just renting.

And we haven't even replaced Mrs. Claremont's furniture yet.

- I know that. I was just thinking.

- Alex... what's going on with you?

- What?

- You don't really seem like yourself.

Like... never mind.

- No. Tell me.

- Tonight at the dinner party, you were so quiet.

And when you did talk, you were kind of...

rude.

- I just think we don't need to be buddy-buddy with everyone

in the neighborhood, that's all. - We were at a dinner party.

- It's good to keep some distance between us

and the neighbors.

- I'm going to bed.

[birds chirping]

- Hey, Bannon. - Yeah?

- You processed the Gladys Claremont suicide, right?

- Yeah. Something wrong?

- No, no. I was going through the files

and according to your report,

Roger Perkins' fingerprints were found in the house?

- Yeah. Along with those of the old woman, the dog walker,

and some others we couldn't identify.

He was her next door neighbor so, it's hardly surprising.

- Uh-huh. So the scene was locked down immediately, right?

- Yeah, we had to make sure it was a suicide,

despite there not being any evidence to the contrary.

- So, no note.

- None that we could find. And we looked everywhere.

We even removed boxes of her personal possessions

hoping it would give us a clue.

- Hmm. All right, well thanks, Bannon. You did good work.

- Yeah, no worries.

- Thank you for sparing a few minutes of your time.

- Oh, of course. Can I get you something, coffee, tea?

- Coffee, if it's on. - Yeah. It won't take a minute.

- So, you said this was about Claremont's suicide.

- Yes, were you close with her?

- Ha. Close, no.

Nobody in the neighborhood could stand that old lady.

- And yet your fingerprints were found in her home.

- I said I couldn't stand her.

I never said I didn't go over there.

- And why were you there?

- We're thinking about getting a new lawn service

in the neighborhood. I wanted to talk to her about it.

Figured we could get a better deal if everybody was on board.

- And what was the name of this lawn service?

- I don't recall offhand.

- Here you go. I didn't know how you take it.

- I am so sorry to put you out. I was just leaving.

I appreciate your time, Mr. Perkins.

If you remember anything, you know how to reach me.

Thank you. - Thanks.

What was that about?

[ball rattling]

- So, what do we think, huh? Maple Street man cave.

- Yeah. You know, of all the things you could have possibly

come up with, you settled on log cabin.

- Rustic Canadiana. No, hey, hey, hey.

Not on the pool table. Come on.

- So, what'd you tell her, Roger?

- Well, some nonsense about

getting a new lawn service for the neighborhood.

- She believe you? - Not a chance.

- Tellin' ya, we should've taken care of this

with the old man years ago.

- Yeah, no kidding. But that ship has sailed.

- What about the neighbors, the new neighbors?

- What about 'em? - Well, maybe they'll play ball.

- Yeah, no. Come on, Roger. You met him.

I don't even like him much less trust him.

- I'm telling you, we should've nipped

this in the bud years ago.

- Yes, you said that before, Jake.

It's not doing us a lot of good right now.

- Take it easy. Take it easy.

- Well, we need to do something.

- Yeah.

- I'm going over there.

- Roger, come on. You? - Why not?

- You're already under suspicion.

- Well, what difference does it make?

If they find something and then they get one of us,

they'll get all of us.

- Well, maybe it's not even there.

- Where would it be?

[chuckles]

You know Mrs. Claremont would always visit

the old man's grave, right?

- Oh, maybe it's buried with him.

[chuckling] - Grab a shovel.

[laughing]

[sighs] - There's no way, right?

- No! It's in that house.

Right under their noses.

- If only we'd taken care of this sooner.

[annoyed exhale]

- We're gonna take care of you if you don't shut up.

- That's not very nice.

[women laughing]

- Okay.

I just wanna say real quickly before lunch comes

and before we open another bottle.

It's nice to welcome you to the group.

- Ah. - Hear, hear.

- Hear, hear! - Cheers.

- Welcome.

- And I wanna thank all of you for making me feel so welcome.

- We're not giving up all of our secrets just yet.

I mean, after all, you are just renting.

- Oh, don't pay any attention to her, Car,

she's just teasing you.

- Actually, if I'm gonna be honest,

the transition hasn't been easy.

You girls have been great and I love the neighborhood.

But it's Alex. He hasn't been himself.

- What do you mean?

- Well, you saw some of it

at the dinner party the other night.

Normally he's the friendliest man in the world.

But at your house he was sullen and rude.

And with me he's distant and aloof.

And just not the Alex I know.

[laughs]: Well, welcome to the married life, Car.

[scoffs]

- It's more than that. I mean sure, we have our ups and downs

just like any other couple but this...

this is different.

- Well, hey. Moving is hard. It's very stressful.

I'm sure this is just a transition.

- You're right.

Maybe it'll pass.

- By the way, did you guys hear what happened

to Felicia Montclair? - No. Do tell.

- Her daughter who she thought was in grad school,

turns out she never even graduated college.

[gasps]

- She was making a living on one of those webcam sites.

- Oh. [chuckling]

- Like, how much we talkin'?

- A lot of money. - A lot of money?

[chuckling] - Smart girl.

- That's what I said. - Right?

[laughing]

- Sign Betsy up. - Yes!

[laughing]

- Thank you for dinner.

- And thank you for dessert.

- You sure you don't wanna come inside? We can watch a movie.

My mom's home but she... she won't bother us.

- Uh... I can't.

I got curfew.

- Kay. Text me?

- Of course.

[insects chirping]

What's wrong?

- Um... nothing, I just...

I thought I saw something over by Mrs. Claremont's house.

- Not Mrs. Claremont's house anymore.

The new people are living there.

- No, I know, but it wasn't like the new neighbors.

It... it was like a shadow creeping around the side.

- Uh...

I don't see anyone.

- I could have sworn.

- Hey, I'll walk you in.

Let's go. - Okay.

[foreboding music]

[rattling]

[inhales deeply]

- Alex. Alex, I think I heard something.

[grumbles]

[sighs]

[tense music]

[exhales] What are you doing, Alex?

[clattering]

[breathes shakily]

[clattering]

[eerie music]

What the...

Oh, Alex.

Ugh.

[gasps then pants]

Al... Alex!

- And you're sure you didn't see his face?

- Definitely. He was wearing a mask.

- Now, you're sure you only saw one person?

- I'm positive.

- It looks like they came in through this door.

The lock's been forced open.

- So, they didn't pick the lock?

- No. - Doesn't matter.

First thing tomorrow morning I'm getting the locks changed.

- And installing an alarm. - And installing an alarm.

- That's a great idea.

Most of the residents on this block have one.

- You know, I'm surprised Mrs. Claremont didn't.

- Well, plenty of older folks don't get around to it,

especially in safe neighborhoods.

They consider it an unnecessary expense.

Besides, you can't imagine how many of them

get triggered by mistake.

- We will get a top-of-the-line security system.

No matter the cost.

- What are you doing in here?

- Uh, just some renovations. Nothing major.

- Hmm. Mr. and Mrs. Patterson,

you said it didn't look as though anything had been stolen?

- Um, I just took a quick look around, but no,

I don't think so. Uh, my purse was in the bedroom.

Nothing was stolen from there. And well, Alex was there.

- And did you see anything? - No.

- Did the intruder do this?

- No, I'm just reorganizing in here.

I'll have it cleaned up by tomorrow.

- Now, do you keep any valuables in your house?

- Like what?

- Like cash, artwork, jewelry?

- Um, not really. My ring is the most expensive thing I own

and I never take it off. Plus I checked.

Nothing was stolen from my jewelry box.

- And have you received any threats

since you moved into the neighborhood?

- Threats? From who?

- Anyone. Any altercations?

- Uh no, of course not.

The neighbors couldn't have been nicer.

- And can you think of anyone

who would want to break into your house?

- I thought that was your job.

- Mr. Patterson, we all want the same thing.

To figure out who did this.

And the more we work together, the better our chances are.

- We have no idea.

- Maybe... maybe they didn't come for us at all.

You know, maybe it was the Claremonts.

Someone who thought they still lived her?

- Well, I don't know.

The Claremonts are an elderly couple.

Not the type to have many enemies.

We're still going through the deceased's possessions

but so far there's been nothing to point in that direction.

- Then... I don't know what else to say.

- Well, I think I have everything that I need.

And I know you're shaken up. Just get some rest.

I'll be in touch. And tomorrow, actually today,

you make sure you call the alarm company and the locksmith.

- We will. Um, thank you, Detective.

- Of course.

- You know we heard great things about this neighborhood,

but we've only been here for a week

and we're already victims of a crime.

- I understand your frustration, Mr. Patterson,

but break-ins, they can happen anywhere.

- That's all we get. That's all we get.

[birds chirping]

- Lou! Just the guy I wanna see. - Hey.

- Ooh, I don't wanna get any formaldehyde on me.

- I haven't even been in the morgue today.

- Okay, all right. How ya doin'? - Good to see you.

Can I assume this isn't just a friendly visit?

- Well, I wanna talk to you about a recent death, a suicide.

Gladys Claremont.

Is there a chance that it wasn't a suicide?

- Her hyoid bone was crushed. That's what killed her.

- But isn't that what you would expect to see

if she'd been manually strangled?

- Sure, except for one thing.

She was found hanging from a beam in her living room.

- So, you're saying that there is no medical evidence

that would point to murder rather than suicide?

- That's what I'm tellin' ya.

- But it's possible.

- Yeah. Is that what you came for?

- Uh-huh. Okay.

- Say hi to your mom.

- Okay. Bye.

[door opens and closes]

- Mom?

- Hi, sweetheart.

- Can I talk to you for a sec?

- Of course. Yes, sit.

What is it?

- Is something going on? I mean, here on Maple Street?

- There's always something going on, on Maple Street.

- No, I'm... I'm serious, Mom.

After everything that happened with Dad, we promised,

no more secrets.

- And I'm not keeping anything from you.

- I heard at school that someone broke into

the new neighbors' house.

- I heard that too

but I wasn't keeping it from you.

- I think I might know something.

- What?

- Well, the other night when Archer drove me home,

I got out of the car and...

I don't know, I thought I saw something.

- Something. - Someone.

Over by the new neighbors' house.

Like they were scoping out the place.

- And you didn't tell me?

- Well, Archer kinda convinced me

that I must've just been imagining it.

- Oh.

- Do you think I should tell Detective Vaughn?

- You didn't see who it was?

- Well, I'm not even sure it was a person.

I mean, it was dark and I was far away.

- Then I don't see how it could help.

- I don't know, it's just part of me feels like I...

should let her decide that.

- Look, Britt, I like Detective Vaughn a lot, I trust her,

but if you're not even sure you saw anything, I just...

I don't think it's the right time to get involved.

- You're telling me the truth?

You don't know anything about this?

- What could I possibly know?

[sighs] - Okay.

- Okay.

- Thanks, Mom. I've got some homework to do.

- All right. Come talk to me anytime.

- Okay.

[mysterious music]

[line ringing]

- Hello, you've reached the voicemail of Alex Patterson.

Please leave your name, number, and a brief message,

and I'll return your call. [beep]

[line ringing]

- Hi, you've reached Capital National.

- Hi, yes, um I'd like to speak to Alex Patterson

in the mortgage department, please.

- Okay, give me a second.

He's not listed in the company directory.

Are you sure he works at this branch, ma'am?

- Of course I'm sure. He was just transferred to that branch.

- Maybe he hasn't started yet.

- Uh... you know what? Um, I'm sorry.

I think I did get the wrong branch.

I'm sorry to waste your time.

- It was my pleasure, ma'am.

[beep]

- But Lou ruled it a suicide.

- Yeah, but only because of the evidence.

- Which is what we do, Detective.

- But he also said that he couldn't rule out murder.

We just, we just didn't pursue that route

because we didn't have a motive.

- And we do now?

[sighs] - No, not really but...

Something just doesn't feel right. The break-in.

It has to be connected to what happened to Gladys Claremont.

- Why?

- Because it's just too coincidental otherwise.

- I don't know, someone hears a new family's

moved into the house.

Maybe they know that the alarm system

hasn't been installed yet.

Perhaps it's a crime of opportunity.

- Can you think of anyone

who would wanna kill Gladys Claremont?

I mean, you knew her better than I did.

- Only that she was a tough old lady.

I mean, more likely that someone would want to knock off

the old man.

Only he uh, died of a heart attack years ago.

- Knock off the old man?

- Why would you say that?

- Only because of his occupation.

He used to work as a private investigator.

Our paths crossed from time to time because of his cases.

- I did not know that.

- Well, it was before your time.

- All due respect, Chief,

you didn't think that was important?

- Important? - To tell me.

- Tell you what? That the late husband of a grumpy old lady

who killed herself once worked as a private investigator?

- Well, when you put it that way.

- I'm not putting it that way. That's the way it is.

If you step back and look at it objectively.

If I were you, I'd focus on this new couple, the Pattersons.

They're the ones that live in the house now.

They're the ones that were targeted.

- Okay. Okay, you're probably right.

Well, thanks, Chief.

[rumbling]

[birds chirping]

- Carlee?

Carlee?

[exhales]

Hey. You didn't hear me call you?

- Where were you?

- What do you mean where was I? I was at work.

- Don't lie to me, Alex.

- What are you talking about?

- I called your office.

- Why would you do that?

- That's what you have to say about it.

- I...

- Why would I do that?

- All right, all right.

- Alex, talk to me!

- What?

- What's going on?

- I was laid off.

- What? When?

- A few months ago.

- Well, where have you been going?

- The library, the coffee shop. I've just been looking for work.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Why do you think, Carlee? 'Cause I didn't wanna worry you.

- So, you thought you would lie to me instead?

- Seems like the lesser of two evils.

- So then, why did we move?

- Because we couldn't afford the mortgage.

[sighs] - Dammit, Alex.

So, all of this was one big lie.

- It wasn't a lie! I was hoping

and I'm still hoping to find a job

and by that time the paperwork should be in order

for us to still have an option and buy this house!

- You should have told me.

- I know. All right? I... I'm sorry.

- This is a nice change.

I'm used to seeing Mrs. Claremont out here.

Perched like a little gargoyle.

Looking at everyone.

- Uh, do you want a glass?

- Oh. It's okay. I was just um... getting some fresh air.

- Hmm. I needed air, too.

- Where's Alex?

- Hmm. Ahem. He's asleep.

- Men. The world could be falling down around them

and they still would have no problem dozing off.

[sighs] - Tell me about it.

[insects chirping]

- Is everything okay?

- Mm-hmm.

You heard what happened, I assume?

- Yeah. This is Maple Street, Carlee.

Secrets don't stay secrets for very long.

- So, do the police know anything?

- Nothing. Or if they do, they're not saying anything.

- Right.

- It's awful.

I feel so... violated.

- I'm sorry. It's the worst. It really is.

I... I get it.

- I wonder if this has anything to do with the Claremonts.

- Hmm. Well, I guess anything is possible.

- You know them well?

- No. Not well. The husband not at all

and ahem, Mrs. Claremont, like I said,

she mostly stuck to herself. Not a conversationalist.

- Well um, the detective, Detective Vaughn,

she said she's still going through Mrs. Claremont's stuff.

- Makes sense. She's a good cop.

If there's something to find, she will find it.

- And you know her?

- Yeah.

- There were some... uh, incidents around here recently.

If you haven't heard about them, I'm sure you will.

Detective Vaughn, she handled the cases.

- Is she good? Thorough?

- Oh yeah. She's very good.

You've nothing to worry about. Trust me.

The only person that should be worried

is whoever did this to you.

- Hmm.

- Things will settle down here. They always do.

Try to get some rest.

- Um, Katie?

Thank you.

- Don't mention it. You're one of us now.

Night!

- Night.

[deep sigh]

- Oh, boy.

[screams]

Dammit, Jimmy! You nearly gave me a heart attack.

- I'm sorry. I thought you heard me.

- What are you doing skulking around here anyway?

- We're about to close evidence. - I'm not done.

- Well then, you're gonna have to sign out what you want.

- What time is it? - Almost nine.

- Oh. Okay, okay.

- Here, I can help.

- I've got it! Just... okay, just... I got it. All right?

Just meet me at the evidence desk, okay?

- Okay, okay.

- Jeez

Oh man.

[tense music]

[grunts]

[panting]

[knocking] - Got it.

- Roger Perkins? - Yeah?

- You're under arrest for assaulting a police officer.

- What are you doing? What's going on here?

- Your husband is under arrest, ma'am.

- For what? - Dina, it's okay.

- You have the right to remain silent.

- Well, where are you taking him?

- To the town police station.

- I'll call our lawyer, Roger. Just don't say anything.

- Detective Vaughn, nice to see you.

- Oh. If I uncuff you,

for all I know you'll just attack me again.

- That's what you think I did?

- Well, I didn't get this writing traffic tickets.

[sighs] - Please.

I don't understand what's going on.

- You are in a lot of trouble, Roger Perkins.

If I were you, I would start talking.

- I... I don't know what you want me to say?

- All right.

Well, for starters...

That's not your wife.

- Are you asking me or telling me?

No, it's not.

- You were being blackmailed.

By the Claremonts?

- The old man, he um, he was a detective or something.

Seems he followed me to my motel.

- And how long had that been going on?

- Years. - Years?

And you didn't think to go to the police?

- I thought about it,

but I knew what the Claremonts would do with those photographs.

Seemed like a small price to pay.

- Because they'd been doing it to everyone else on the block.

- Bingo.

Thank you.

- Why were your fingerprints in her house, Roger?

- With her husband gone, the old lady needed more money.

She was gonna increase the payments

so I went over to talk to her about it.

- To threaten her.

- I can't say it was a friendly conversation

but I did not kill her. You gotta know that.

[deep inhale and exhale]

- What'd you do with the evidence, Roger?

- What evidence? - That you took from me.

[exhales] - I already told ya,

I don't... I don't know what you're talking about.

May I please go now?

- Your fingerprints were found

at the scene of a possible homicide.

And you are the prime suspect in the assault of a police officer.

You are not going anywhere.

[knocks]

- I appreciate you agreeing to speak with me.

- Anytime, Detective. You know that.

- I have a question. A question that might be a little awkward.

Were you being blackmailed by Gladys Claremont?

- You're not in any trouble.

And if you answer my questions honestly we can discuss--

- Look um... it was nothing illegal.

I swear to you on the life of my children

that it was nothing I could ever be charged with.

- But it was something.

- Yeah, it had to do with a...

a deal between myself and my partners.

I took measures that I'm... not exactly proud of.

I don't know how they found out about it but they did.

- Who, the Claremonts?

- Now, this was long before I met Katie.

Back when I was still married to Hazel.

- So, you paid them off.

- Of course. I didn't have a choice.

- Okay. - Detective this...

this won't be made public, will it?

- Not if it isn't directly related

to Gladys Claremont's death, no.

- How could it have anything to do with a suicide?

- We are looking at the circumstances around her death

a little closer. I can't say anything more at this point.

- So, it could be murder?

- No, I did not say that. I did not say that at all.

- Do the Pattersons know?

- No, why?

- Okay, look, it's probably nothing but...

Carlee told me that her husband has been acting very strange

ever since they first arrived.

- Strange how?

- I mean, I'm not really sure

but she said he's not acting like himself at all.

I don't want to over speaks. She's... you know, a friend.

But... maybe you should talk to her.

- Okay. I appreciate that. Thank you.

If you hear anything else, please let me know.

- Okay. Of course. - Absolutely.

[knocking]

- Coming.

- Yeah? - Mr. Patterson.

- Detective.

- May I talk to you for a minute?

- You find him yet?

- The person who broke into your house, no we haven't.

May I come in, please?

- Sure. Yeah.

- Well, first you're remodeling

and now it looks as though you're having a garage sale.

I didn't know you could do that if you were only renting.

- What can I do for you, Detective?

- Actually I'm here to do some follow-up

about the break-in the other night.

It might be more comfortable if we sat down.

- No, I don't... I don't wanna dirty the furniture.

- Um, before the break-in,

were there any strangers coming around the house?

- Like who?

- Well, repairmen, delivery men,

workers from the utility company. People like that?

- No.

- And you, yourself, you never saw the intruder.

Is that correct?

- We went over all this that night.

- Please, Mr. Patterson.

- No, I didn't see him.

- And neither did your wife because he was wearing a mask.

- That's right.

- Right.

Now, were you able to spend any more time

looking around your house?

You know, to make sure that nothing was stolen?

- Well, we would have called you if we found something missing.

- Right. Right. Um...

this is a little embarrassing, Mr. Patterson.

Would you mind terribly if I used your restroom?

- Yeah, sure. Um, the main bathroom's broken

so you could use the one through the bedroom.

- All right. Thank you. Back in a minute.

[tense music]

[toilet flushing]

- You okay in there?

- I'll be right out.

Sorry about that.

- Yeah, so are we done here yet

'cause I need to get back to work.

- Yes, absolutely. But you didn't answer my question.

- About what?

- Well, just seems a little strange to be remodeling

when you're only renting.

- Well, we have an option to buy.

- Oh, I see.

Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Patterson.

I will be in touch when I hear anything.

[car beeps]

- Alex!

A...

What's going on?

- That detective came back today.

- Alex.

- Uh... sorry, I was working downstairs

and I needed a tape measure.

I figured it'd be in one of these cupboards.

- So, you tore the kitchen apart?

- I'm gonna put everything back, Carlee.

You gotta trust me.

- Trust you? How can I trust you

if you won't even tell me what's going on?

Youn should be looking for work,

not spending your days on insane home improvement projects.

- Everything's gonna be fine, very soon.

- What does that even mean?

Alex, tell me, please.

What's this all about?

- You and I are gonna be very happy. I promise.

[chattering]

- Carlee!

- It was such a nice surprise to hear from you again.

- Oh, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.

- Are you kidding? Anything for the wife of Alex Patterson.

Now, come on, let's have a seat in my office.

- So, how is Alex?

- Frankly, Mr. Hopkins, I was hoping you could tell me.

- Tell you what?

- Well, I know Alex was laid off

but I was just wondering if you noticed any changes

in him at the end,

with his work, that led you to lay him off?

- Alex wasn't laid off.

- I knew it. He was fired, wasn't he?

- No, no. Carlee, Alex quit.

- Quit?

What are you... what are you talking about?

- Well, I didn't understand it either.

He came to me a couple of months ago

and gave me his two weeks' notice.

- You didn't ask him why he was leaving?

- Of course I did. I even tried to talk him out of it.

But all he said was that it was time for a change.

- But... that doesn't make any sense.

- Yeah, I didn't think so either.

I always thought Alex was content being here.

- He didn't seem checked out, distant?

- No, on the contrary. In fact, he was even up for a promotion.

And I was gonna recommend that he receive it.

But if you don't mind me asking, what has Alex been doing?

- That's exactly what I'd like to know.

- Don't worry. He'll be out soon.

- That's not what our lawyer says.

- I'd get a new lawyer.

- It's not his fault.

The judge says Roger's a flight risk.

- What? That's ridiculous.

- Is it? I don't know anymore.

I'm not even sure if Roger didn't kill her.

- Dina, now you're talking crazy.

- Am I, Betsy? Somebody did.

Probably somebody on this very street. Why not Roger?

- No, Roger wouldn't do that.

- No? Would Scott, Katie?

[scoffs] Would Jake Tolbert?

- What about the newbies?

- What, the Pattersons? They weren't even here yet.

- Still, there's something about her. I don't trust her.

- Yeah, but you don't trust anybody, Betsy.

- Well, at least we know it wasn't Pete.

- Yeah, you can't kill anyone while you're in jail.

- Yeah.

- Brittany saw something

the night the Patterson's house was broken into.

- What? - A person, she thought,

lurking about. Did Roger go out that night?

- I don't know, I don't think so but I... maybe.

I took a sleeping pill. - What about Scott?

- What about him?

- He was being blackmailed just like the rest of us.

[huffs]

- Do you two ever talk about anything? What she had on you?

Or... do you know anything about Scott...

- No, but we know she has something on all of us

which makes us all suspects.

[exhales] - Right.

- What'd you tell Brittany? - Nothing.

She wanted to go to Detective Vaughn

but I said it wasn't the right time.

I mean, what if it was one of your spouses?

- Oh, no, it's Roger, I know it is. Oh, my God.

- You do not know that.

It wasn't Roger and it wasn't Scott.

Look, ladies, we are grasping at straws here

until someone else is caught or someone confesses.

That's the truth. That is just the truth. That's all we know.

- And uh... what about our secrets?

- I'd say they're safe for right now.

That's one good thing about the Claremonts.

They can't blackmail us from beyond the grave.

- Yeah.

- Touché.

- Thanks for seeing me, Detective Vaughn.

- Of course. You take care of that alarm yet?

- Well, Alex has been a little busy.

- Oh. Too busy to call the alarm company?

I figured that would be a first priority.

- Yeah, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.

There's something wrong with my husband, Detective.

And ever since we moved into that house,

he hasn't been himself.

It's like his whole personality has changed.

I'm...

I'm afraid of him.

- Has he threatened you?

- Uh, threatened, no.

- Has he been verbally or physically abusive?

- No, no, it's nothing like that. It's...

quite the opposite, actually. He's been distant.

No, that's not exactly right. More like...

secretive.

He quit his job and lied to me about it.

[sighs]

- Mrs. Patterson, everything you're telling me,

I am sorry, I truly am. I sympathize with you.

But to tell you the truth,

this sounds more like a marital issue, not a police matter.

- Well, what do you suggest I do?

- Talk to him.

- I tried that. He clams up or he blatantly lies.

I just...

you don't think this has anything to do

with the break-in, do you?

- And why would it?

- Uh, I don't know. Just thinking.

- Well, there's only one person who can answer that.

- Maybe I missed something.

[suspenseful music]

- Hurry up, Scott.

We gotta get to that evidence before Vaughn does.

- Here.

[chokes]

[laughs]

Where do you get that stuff?

- I grow it. - Seriously?

- No, I get it from the dispensary.

- That is not like the stuff we smoked in college.

- It's not like what anyone smoked in college.

Now that weed is legal and the scientists

or botanists or whatever are involved.

- Right? [laughing]

Oh. Okay. Whew.

Hey, what'd she have on you anyway?

- What did she have on you?

- Eh...

Well, I'll say this, that it's enough

that I really wanna get in there and find it.

- I wanna see what kinda dirt she had on all of us.

- Yeah. You ready?

- Yeah. - Let's do this. Throw it up.

- Let's go.

- It doesn't matter. Let's go. - Okay.

- Oh, no, no, this way. - Okay.

- This way, this way.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - What?

- Do you think we should really be doing this?

- If Roger's out of commission,

Pete's in jail, it's just you and I.

- Exactly and I don't wanna end up like them.

- Well, neither do I! - Shh!

Come on.

Okay, go ahead.

- Why me?

- You're first.

[annoyed exhale]

- Yeah, just... let me make sure the coast is clear.

- Um...

Looks pretty clear to me. - Just stop rushing me.

- Okay.

Car. - Ooh. So, uh, like this?

- Yeah. [indistinct]

Hey. - Hi.

- Yeah, right in the hips.

- Ooh, yeah, yeah.

- There you go. Yes, exactly.

[relieved exhale]

- Whaddya think?

- Let's get the hell outta here. - Yeah, yeah.

Okay. No one saw. - Okay.

- No one saw.

- Alex.

- Oh! - I thought that was you.

- Mr. Hopkins, good to see you.

- How is everything? - I can't complain.

Everything's going well.

- Well, can I help you with something?

- Uh yeah, actually,

I'd love to get into my safety deposit box.

- Oh well, no need to wait in line. Come on, follow me.

- All right.

- I guess you know where it is. - Yeah, yeah.

- And as you know, we are required to check ID

but I feel in this case it may be rather superfluous.

[laughs] - I am still me.

- By the way, I saw your wife the other day.

- My wife? - Yeah.

- Where? - She came into the bank.

- This bank?

Did she say why?

- Well, you'd know better than me.

[chuckles] - You know what?

Uh, now that you mention it, I do remember what she had to do.

- Ah. Ah, well, how's she handling your career change?

- Fine. Yeah, it's a fresh start for the both of us.

- Oh well, nice woman. I always liked her.

- Do you mind?

- Oh, well, I'll leave you to it.

- Thank you.

[suspenseful music]

- Alex? Are you down there?

- Yeah. Yeah.

I'm just finishing something up, all right?

- What were you doing down there?

- Nothing. Found a way to rewire the house.

- I didn't know it needed rewiring.

- Oh hey, I've got a job interview tomorrow.

- Really?

- You sound so surprised. - No, I'm not.

I mean um, that's... that's great.

- Well, it's only the first interview so, we'll see.

- With who? - A small, regional bank.

Thing is, it's early in the morning

and it's quite a ways away

so I'll probably leave before you get up.

- Okay. Do you need me to get anything ready for you?

Your suit?

- No, it's not that formal.

- A job interview?

- Carlee, I'll be fine, all right?

I'm gonna jump in the shower.

[annoyed exhale]

[shower starting]

[tense music]

Who the hell are you?

[gun clicks]

No, wait!

[groans]

- Did you guys hear that? - Yeah.

- It sounded like a gunshot.

- Get inside, you guys.

Hurry up.

- Alex?

Alex? Alex! Alex!

Alex!

No, Alex! No! Please!

[sobbing]

Alex!

[sobs]

Alex, please! No!

[sirens in the distance]

- Oh. - There he is.

- Roger.

Roger.

- Sorry, babe.

- Thank you for getting him released so quickly,

Detective Vaughn.

- Could've saved a little time by not arresting me

in the first place but, you know.

- Your fingerprints were found at the scene of a murder,

Mr. Perkins. And you did break into the Patterson's house.

- Yeah, if I confessed, can I still be charged?

- Can you be? Well, that's not up to me.

- It's Carlee Patterson.

- Yes. However I think that she has other things on her mind,

other than pressing charges against you

for breaking and entering.

- So, wait, I don't understand. Dina said that Alex Patterson

attacked you and then stole the evidence. Why would he do that?

- Because he knew that if I saw what was in the box,

I would put things together.

But what he didn't know is I already got a glimpse

of the contents before he could take them.

- But how did the contents relate to Alex?

- They didn't. Not on the surface.

Look, at first I thought one of you had killed Mrs. Claremont.

Especially after I learned that you'd been blackmailed.

I mean, you all had a very strong motive.

But then when I realized that Alex worked at the same bank

that held the Claremont's mortgage,

well, it got me thinking.

The Claremonts were keeping their money in the bank,

something that Alex discovered as an employee, somehow.

But what he didn't know, at least right away,

was how to get his hands on it. - But why not?

- Because they were keeping it in a safe deposit box.

- So, that's why he killed Mrs. Claremont, for the key?

- Yeah, but he didn't find it right away.

- God.

- He needed time to go back and look.

And what better way than to rent the house.

Giving him all the time he needed.

- So, who killed Alex?

- We don't know.

He must have had a partner who double-crossed him.

The money's gone. Someone broke into the house

early this morning, killed Alex, and made off with the money.

- Any ideas on who that might be?

- Well, who found Alex?

- Carlee.

- Oh, God. She must be a mess.

- Yeah, she's um... she's not good.

Despite everything that happened between them,

he was still her husband.

- For better or worse, right, Detective?

- Yeah.

[soft music]

[knocking]

- Oh, Detective Vaughn, I...

I didn't realize you were stopping by.

- I was in the neighborhood. Can I come in?

- Of course, please.

- Thank you.

- You're moving. - Uh, yeah. Um...

After everything that happened, I can't stay here anymore.

- I understand.

- Any update? - I'm afraid not.

I gotta tell you, Carlee, this one, it has me stumped.

- Well, they didn't find any fingerprints, you know,

on the basement window, where the intruder came in?

- No, he must've been wearing gloves.

- And the gun? - Took it with him, I imagine.

- Well, what about the money? Can't they trace that somehow?

- No, it was unmarked.

It had been collected over years and years.

It would be impossible to locate.

- Well, what's your next step?

- Well, we dig deeper into your husband's relationships.

Try to figure out what he was doing these past few months.

We will find someone who knew what he was up to.

- Detective, even I didn't know him.

I'm questioning everything about him.

Everything about our relationship.

Looking for answers, something.

- I understand. It must be hard.

But Carlee, I need to ask you again,

you didn't know anything about what was going on?

About what Alex was planning to do with the money?

- He would never have told me.

And he knew I wouldn't go along with any of it.

[beeping] [gasps]

I... I forgot.

I'm heating up coffee in the microwave.

Would you like some? I made enough.

- Uh no, thank you. I should get going.

[tense music]

I think I have the same perfume as you.

- Huh?

- Your perfume. I think I have the same scent.

- Ah!

[grunting]

[panting]

- It was you.

It was you who knocked me out in the parking lot. Not Alex!

- Well, this makes it twice, Detective.

And trust me, there won't be a third time.

- You killed him. You killed your husband.

- He was ready to run off with the money.

- You knew about it.

- No. No, I didn't. Not... not at first.

But then I found out he quit the bank

and I started putting the pieces together.

- You told me about the bank. Why lead me to him?

- Well, I had to see how much you knew.

Turns out, not that much.

And then I realized I could get away with it.

- Carlee... Carlee, please, you don't wanna do this.

Put the gun down, please.

- Sorry, Detective, but I have no choice.

- Carlee, no!

[gun clicks]

[grunting]

- [doorbell chimes] Help!

- Help!

- No! Ah!

[grunting]

[screams]

- [panting]

- I was bringing her a cake to say goodbye.

- Well, she won't be needing it.

Hmm? - Visitors, Detective.

- Oh, I'll be right out.

- Hey.

- What is all this?

- Well, now that Carlee's going to trial,

you are finally done with Maple Street.

[chuckles]

- We wanted to say thank you. - Yeah.

- And since my cake platter is in your evidence locker,

we though you could use a cake to go with it.

- Well, thank you.

We are not really supposed to accept gifts but--

- What gifts? It's a cake.

- And we could help you eat the evidence.

[chuckles]

- I brought forks.

- Um... well, I think that maybe I can make an exception.

- Okay. - Well, lead the way.

- You know what would go really great with this cake?

Coffee. And there's a really great place around the corner.

- Oh, sounds good. - Mm-hmm.

- I'll grab my coat.

- Okay.

[upbeat action music]