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Don't you wanna go
down the slide? It's so fun!

- Mm-mmm.
- Someone's waiting, sweets.
You can do it.

Come on, go down the slide. Go.

Whee!

Margo?

Margo?

- Daddy! Help!
- Erica?

- Get me out of here!
- Hold on. I'm coming.

Help!

Oh, my God!

Her name is Tara Foley.
She was also a nanny.

But we really didn't
know her that well.

Do you know of anyone
who would've wanted to hurt her?

Oh, I can't imagine.
She was so nice.

Milo, we don't eat grass!
Have some seaweed.

Well, there was that creepy guy.

What creepy guy?

Some weird guy who had
been hanging around the park.

As a mom, it's my job
to anticipate all the ways

somebody could die
at a playground,

but stuck in a slide?

- Missed that one.
- Morning, all.

- Morning.
- Morning.

So, Dr. Forzan,
what have you got?

Well, it looks like the victim
died of an epidural hematoma

due to a blow to the head
by a heavy object.

She was attacked in the slide?

I don't think so.

Judging from the shape
of the slide,

the location of the wound,

it's my belief that the victim
was struck elsewhere

and tried to escape
her assailant.

She was hiding, Lieutenant.

Time of death?

Uh, around 10:00 p.m.

There doesn't seem
to be any CCTV here.

I'll have Lynn check.

Any guess
as to the murder weapon?

It's hard to say.

We'll test the wound
for particulate matter,

but an injury like this could've
come from any number of things

if it was swung hard enough.

I'll have forensics do
a wide sweep.

They're gonna have
a hell of a time.

There's no place more laden
with bodily fluids

than a playground
during flu season.

Got a lead.
The victim's name is Tara Foley.

According to Tara's
fellow nannies,

a suspicious man who seemed
particularly interested in Tara

was seen hanging
around the park.

Any one of them manage
to take a photo of this person?

Unfortunately, no.

Okay, that dinging's
gotta stop.

- Morgan.
- What? I'm detecting.

See? Eight unread messages
from someone named Brett Lewis.

"Tara? Tara! You're
late. Where are you?
Tara, answer me now."

The last one's a voice memo.

Tara, you're now
an hour and a half late!

You better have
an airtight excuse

because this is unacceptable!

That would appear
to be her employer. May I?

No emergency contact listed.

No one listed as mom or dad, either.

What? God, it just keeps
getting sadder.

This poor girl.
All alone in the world.

Spent her last few minutes
terrified for her life.

You can tell by her ballet flats
that she was nice.

Okay,
we have to find that man

who's been
hanging around the park.

Daphne, Oz,
go through Tara's phone.

See if you can find any pictures
she may have taken of him.

And look for next of kin.

Boyfriend, girlfriend,

anyone who can tell us more
about Tara and her life.

- Yep.
- Yeah. You got it.

And Morgan, Karadec,
we may not be able
to talk to family,

but let's at least start
by talking to the one person

she worked for every day.

Find out
what he has to say for himself.

You got it, boss.

What murderer leaves someone
an angry message after
killing them?

The smart one.

Adam Karadec, LAPD.

I'm afraid
I've got some bad news for you.

Poor Tara.

This is such a shock.

So how long had Tara
been Ward's nanny?

About four months.

In that time,
she'd become part of the family.

You know, Brett, you seem
pretty angry in your messages.

I mean, did you have
a strained relationship
with Tara?

No. Not at all. I'm just
a stickler for being on time.

I wouldn't have yelled at her
had I known...

Can you tell us about Tara?
What was she like?

Oof. [sighs] Um...

Tara was a sweet girl, you know.

She was quiet and loving,

and liked reading
historical fiction,

and watching TikToks
of dance protégés.

Sorry, I'm just trying
to give you everything I know.

Outside of working for us,

she lived
a relatively solitary life.

That would explain
the lack of an emergency contact
in her phone.

Had Tara mentioned anything out
of the ordinary to you recently?

- No, nothing I can think of.
- No.

Wait, the... There was...

There was that guy
that kept following her.

Tara complained that she kept
seeing the same guy.

He'd show up wherever she was.
Park, coffee shop.

He was often reading
a French magazine or newspaper.

And he had a limp.

I know where to find this guy.

There's only one newsstand

that sells French newspapers
in LA.

And it's across the street from
a perfect stakeout location.

Wow. You really love
this diner, huh?

Oh, my God.

This is so good.
You gotta take a bite.

Eat from the other side.
I didn't touch there.

Morgan, we're on a stakeout.

A key to a good stakeout
is being discreet.

You worried
I'm gonna pull a Meg Ryan

and fake an orgasm or something?

That would attract
way too much attention.

Oh, I can fake yours, though.
Watch.

Impression over.

That's, um, hilarious.

- That's our guy.
- Really?

Yep. Yeah. It looks
like he's headed this way.

- In here?
- Yeah.

Where did he go?

Okay, he went up there.
You stay here.

Okay.

Okay!

Hey, Morgan, it's safe to...

Well, I could tell
by your confident footsteps

that the coast was clear.

Well, it turns out

that our stalker
is actually a PI.

- Oh.
- Charles Lavoie,

aka Chuck the Canuck.
Former LAPD.

Used to be a detective
in the traffic department.

Just a warning,
the guy is a lot.

Okay.

I apologize
about the pastrami smell.

You'll get used to it.

Hey, Chuck.

Adam Karadec.

I'll be damned.

- And you got married.
- No.

Morgan Gillory.
We work together.

Huh. Anyway, uh,
Karadec and I came up together

as detectives, you know.

- We were always neck and neck.
- Is that right?

- Eh.
- Until I was forced

to retire early. So...

Well, Chuck was shot
in the line of duty.

- Oh, my God. What happened?
- Yeah.

Uh, my firearm did discharge
itself whilst in its holster

during a routine traffic stop

causing my metatarsal
to shatter.

You shot yourself in the foot.

I shot myself in the foot.

Okay. Hey, can I take a look
at this newspaper?

Yeah. Sure.

Le Devoir, from Quebec.

This is the French newspaper

that Tara saw her stalker
reading.

What's this all about?

What do you know
about Tara Foley?

Everything.

- Did you know she was murdered?
- Almost everything.

I had no idea. Poor girl.

Who hired you to follow her?

I place a high priority
on client confidentiality.

But an even higher one on
friendship.

- I was hired by the Lewises.
- Her employers?

Ward's parents.
It's getting messy.

They wanted to know if I saw
anything out of the ordinary,

but I found bubkes.

Did you take any pictures?

Tons.

I shoot raw, my man.

It's my favorite part
of the job.

Do me a favor, Chuck.
Bring these photos
to the station tomorrow.

Yeah. Happy to.

Karadec.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

Poor girl.

Why did you stop following Tara?

I was canned.

The client wasn't happy
with the results,

which is what they always say

when they don't get
what they were hoping to find.

What were they hoping to find?

They thought the nanny
was mistreating their son.

Oh. We didn't expect
to see you again.

We didn't expect to be back.

You think we hired
a private investigator

to follow Tara?

I'm sorry,
but we most certainly did not.

Well, we might have.

What?

Brett, why did you hire a PI
to follow Tara?

I was a nervous wreck
ever since the ordeal

we went through
with our last nanny, Rosa.

- Oh...
- What happened with Rosa?

I'm a member of the 90049
parents' Facebook group.

That's the Brentwood zip code.

Six months ago, I see a post
from a concerned mother

describing a horrific event
at the library,

where an unattended child
wandered out of the library

and almost into the street.

When I read the description
of the child,

I realized it was Ward.

It was terrifying.

Yeah, that is a nightmare.
What'd you do?

We asked Rosa about it,
and she ultimately admitted it.

We had no choice
but to let her go.

But what does this have to do
with Tara?

We hired Tara,
and everything was going great.

Ward loved her.

But then we see another post
in the parents' group.

This time about Tara.

And this time
from several mothers,

all saying
that Tara was endangering Ward.

We debated
whether to believe it.

The post about Rosa was true.

But we talked
to both Ward and Tara,

and determined
that the accusations

against Tara had to be made up.

Ward lit up around Tara in a way
that he never did with Rosa.

And Tara seemed to be
taking excellent care of Ward.

I couldn't let it go. I'm sorry.

What did this PI even find?

Nothing.

Can we see these negative posts
about Tara, please?

Sure. I took screen grabs
of everything.

Here you go.

This Carina gal seems
to be all up in your business.

Well, Carina is the one
who alerted us

to Rosa's misconduct.

Yeah. And then it looks
like she turns on Tara.

Did you reach out to Carina?

I messaged her, but she said

she didn't have
any more information.

If you'll excuse me,
I gotta stand up.

These pants only have
about a ten-minute
sitting time limit...

...before they become
a permanent part of my body.

So, Jeff,
you were totally confident

in Tara's care of Ward.

Completely.
She was wonderful.

Where did you even find
this guy?

The Internet.

I can't believe you hired a PI.

Well, my guess is he wanted
eyes and ears on the outside

since you guys are all covered
on nanny cams in here.

What? Nanny cams?

I used to rely on a very kind
but very senior gentleman

to watch my kids,
and I wanted to make sure

that he wasn't literally
falling asleep on the job.

So I looked
into my surveillance options.

You've got the nanny cam clock,

tissue box, picture frame,
energy drink,

which I found confusing,

uh, the nanny cam fake toolbox.

Ultimately,
I couldn't afford any of them.

But I'm finding that Brett went
with the plant, globe,

and the adorable spy robot.

There's a nanny cam
in the North Pole?

We're gonna need
that footage.

- Where were you two last night?
- We were here all night.

Can anyone corroborate that?

- We were on a video call.
- With who?

Lamar Nichols,
our couples counselor.

All right.
We'll be in touch.

Well, I'll have Daphne look up
Carina's address,

track down the other parents
who posted about Tara.

We need to get to the bottom
of this 90049 parents'
Facebook group.

Yep.

You know why most foods
are cooked at 350?

The Maillard reaction,
a chemical process

by which the sugars are browned
and produce pleasing flavors.

But I think the sweet potato
fries call for 425.

Oh, crap. You're right.

Agh! They rejected me.

I'm trying to infiltrate
a private online
parenting group,

so I can chat up some people
who are bullying our victim,

but it seems
like they sniffed around

and figured out
that we don't exactly live

within the city limits
of Brentwood.

We don't even live close enough

to have the same weather
as Brentwood.

Oh.

By the way,
my classmate Finn is having

an 11th birthday party soon,
so I'll need a gift.

Awesome!
What do you wanna get him?

Um...

Ava, what's a good gift
for a boy's 11th birthday?

Ava, do you have any ideas?

Hey, phone face.

Hi. Your brother's
talking to you.

I don't know. Elliot's the only
fifth grader here.

Hey, I was super into Legos
when I was 11.

My favorite was
a Toy Story 2 set

'cause I had a big crush
on Jessie.

You did? I could totally see it.

With her cute pigtails,

and your eyes just popped
out of your head

and your jaw dropped
to the floor.

Hey, hey. She seemed nice.

Why don't you go grab
your tablet
and you can pick out a set.

Okay.

- Text me again.
- Okay.

That's you when
you first saw Jessie.

Did you change
your text tones to say "Awooga"?

Only for the texts from you.

I can't believe you.

Me neither.

Hey! You wanna go through
Tara's phone?

That's all you.

Oh, yeah.
This place still smells

like cheap floor wax
and the scared urine

from the suckers we put away.
Whoo!

You must be Chuck.

Ah, you got me.

Did you bring the photos
for the Foley case?

Indeed I did. Yep.
All 1,500 of them.

Yeah, Karadec wanted me
to walk you through them.

You know,
identify all the key players.

But first, I need a chair
with solid lumbar support.

There she is. I slipped a disc
between my L2 and L3.

You know what?
I got Tara's phone.

You tear it up with Chuck.

Okay.

Ah...

Seems like you have some
personal photos mixed in here.

All my photos are personal.

Are you on any of these,
uh, online parenting groups?

Absolutely not.

Don't need some self-righteous
mom telling me

I don't love my kids
if I don't cut their cucumbers

into little smiley faces

before I cram 'em
in their lunch box.

Yeah, I would never take you
as the type

to anthropomorphize vegetables.

That is the kindest thing
you've ever said to me.

"Warning from a concerned mom.

Ward's new nanny, Tara,
is cruel and neglectful.

Last Tuesday, she grabbed
his arm so hard he screamed.

Then Thursday,
she yelled at him to stop crying

and left him stuck on the top
of the play structure."

Mm-hmm. I didn't write that.

It sure seems like you did.

And a bunch of other ones
just like it.

I mean, why don't you take
a second look?

Didn't write it.

That's pretty good,
but I didn't write it.

Didn't... No, you know,
I did write this one.

Uh, which one?

"At the library
on Wednesday afternoon,

a dark-headed boy wearing
galoshes and a conductor hat

was unattended for 15 minutes,
crying and calling for a Rosa.

He ran out the front door
and would've gone into traffic

had it not been for a quick
library staff member.

Finally,
Rosa showed up with no excuse.

If this is your nanny,
she is dangerous!"

Exclamation point.

Okay, so you got Rosa fired.

No, I didn't get her fired.
I reported an issue.

In my line of work,
safety is paramount.

I'm a VP of a commercial
real estate firm.

It's very demanding.

Usually, child care falls
to my husband, Mark.

But I had the day off,

so I was able to take
our daughter to the library.

Now, I don't know
all the... the kids

and the nannies
like my husband does,

'cause I'm not around
during the day.

So I had to post on Facebook

to let the parents know
what had happened.

My point is, is that I tried
to do the right thing

and it bit me in the ass.

How so?

Well, after I wrote that post,

I was eviscerated
in private messages

saying I ruined
a woman's career.

Said I needed to check
my privilege. It was...

It was ridiculous.

They wouldn't be saying that
if it was their kid.

Exactly. Okay?

So I just said screw this
and deactivated my account.

- Where were you two nights ago?
- I was working very late.

I have a big, big presentation
coming up.

Look, I'm sorry
that this nanny, Tara, is dead,

but I didn't know her.

Well, the initial search
of Tara's apartment didn't

turn up anything of note,
but I wanna go back again

now that we know more
about our suspects.

Hopefully,
we'll find some answers.

Talk to me, Daph.

Tara has someone saved
in her phone
as "Little Sketchy."

- The texts are intense.
- Little Sketchy?

I'm sending them to you now.

I think we may have
an actual stalker on our hands.

Any luck tracking down
the other people

who wrote negative posts
about Tara?

Still working on it.

Thanks, Daph. Bye.

Ooh-kay! Here we go!

"Little Sketchy: My forever
love, why do you forsake me?

My heart knows not its beat
if it can't echo that of yours."

"Little Sketchy:
If I don't see you soon,

I don't know what I'll do."

That was three days ago.

She never wrote back.

Ah, Tara's apartment.

Seems pretty neat.

Still feel kinda weird
about you parking in her spot.

All right.
Let's do this methodically.

I'll start with Tara's desk,
and you start...

by making a huge mess.

Look at this.

Tara was religious.
Drawer dump already paying off.

And we got overdue bills.

Notice of a rent increase.
Tara may have had money trouble.

Hmm.

This is interesting.

She knew Carina was
harassing her online.

Well, she may have feared
for her life.

She kept pepper spray
in her nightstand.

Well, we got
a lawyer's number here.

Cleo, Phillips, and Strauss.

Hi, um, I was wondering
if you could tell me

if Tara Foley is a client.

I'm afraid we can't divulge
client information.

Right. Uh...

Well, who might
I speak to regarding a stalker?

I'm sorry, sir,
we're an immigration law firm.

Oh, um...

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Well, that's strange.

Oh. Morgan, look at this.

Hmm.

The night she was murdered,
she was planning
on going to church.

Yeah, I'll have Hoffy find out
if anyone saw her there.

Still nothing
that points to Brett or Carina

or gives us an idea
of who Little Sketchy was.

Ew.

Morgan. Don't.

By all means.

Let me parse through the trash
piece by piece like a lady.

I mean, at a certain point,
just treat yourself

to the full-size bar.

Mm-hmm.

Bingo!

"Sunday night poetry slam."

Based on Little Sketchy's
overly wrought rhyme scheme,

I bet we could
find the guy here.

And today just happens to be...

Sunday fun day.

Where is Ava?
She's ten minutes late.

Ooh! I forgot to tell you.

Our Prime delivery came with
Finn's birthday present in it.

Just ordered it yesterday.
It's already here.

Actually,
I don't need it after all.

Turns out I'm the only kid
in class Finn didn't invite.

What? That's gotta be a mistake.

It's not.

I promise.

Well, this sucks.

Hey, I still think
it's just a mistake.

But if it's not,
you're keeping that present

'cause you're a wonderful kid
and you deserve it.

There you are.
Where have you been?
I gotta go to work.

Can you put that down, please?

You have actual people
in the room.

I'm just being polite
and thanking Ryder

for dropping me off.

Ryder drives?

Most 26-year-olds do.

Not funny.

Not the night and not funny.

As if I couldn't
be in a worse mood,

I gotta go to a poetry reading.

Tara, oh, Tara!

You're gone with the wind.

I'm left heartbroken,
beaten and chagrined.

Goodbye, Tara-saurus.

Who's sore? Us.

Who's dead?

You.

- Hmm.
- Thank you.

Excuse me.

Um, we need to talk.

Uh, I'm Detective Karadec,

this is Consultant Gillory,
with the LAPD.

We're looking into the murder
of Tara Foley.

Good.

I know who killed her.

Bryan Schlotzky is
on his way in for questioning.

You know, I can't stress enough

the importance
of hand-to-hand combat training

in our line of work.

I could show you a few moves.

Can't believe you brought
Chuck the Canuck back
to our precinct.

Well, you gotta admit,
it's fun to watch Oz squirm.

Daphne, any luck
finding the other people

who posted about Tara
on that 90049 parents' group?

Still looking.
It's a needle in a haystack.

There's so many moms
named Megan out there.

I think we might have
someone else to consider.

Mark, Carina's husband.

Mark's in a lot of these photos.
He and Tara seem cozy.

And in this one,
he's wielding a bat.

That could cause a hematoma.
Can you go back one?

Tara's wearing
Mark's sweatshirt.

Well, how do you know?

It's got
the old SuperSonics logo on it.

SuperSonics. Fast food joint.

No. Former NBA team
based in Seattle.

In 2008, they moved to Oklahoma

and played under a different
sound-themed name, the Thunder.

I think Mark was from Seattle.

On their mantle,
I saw a family photo

of them standing
at the Space Needle.

In the distance,
you could see Mount Rainier,

and in the foreground
were the arches of Lumen Field.

Daphne, pay Mark a visit.

Find out what the real nature

of his relationship was
with Tara.

Got it.
Oz, can you print these for me?

Yeah.

Ah. And it would appear
that Little Sketchy

has arrived for his interview.

Ooh.

Give me one sec, real quick.

- Hello?
- Hi, this is Jean Anne,

Finn's mom,
returning your call.

Hi, Jean Anne. Hey.

Listen, I think there's
been a misunderstanding.

See, my son Elliot believes
he's the only kid not invited

to your son's birthday party.

Finn made the guest list.

It's a small group,
and he and Elliot don't know
each other that well.

That's an easy fix.

Why doesn't he come over
tomorrow for a playdate?

Tomorrow?
I guess that could work.

Perfect. We'll see Finn then.
Great, bye.

Motherhood has made me
so understanding.

How did you know Tara?

Tara was my babysitter.

Where were you
the night Tara died?

I was outside
her apartment complex

blasting a love song
through a speaker.

Can anyone confirm that?

Uh...

Several of the tenants were
quite frustrated

with my act of devotion.

At the poetry reading,

you said you knew
who killed Tara.

It was Mark.

A dad at the playground.

He started horning in

and made Tara cut me
out of her life.

But Tara would never be
with a married man.

So he killed her.

Hi. Mark?

Daphne Forrester, LAPD.

Is there news about Tara?

Not exactly.

Can you tell me why Tara was
wearing your sweatshirt

in this photo?

I guess she was cold?

Looks like
you two were pretty close.

We were.

Ward and my daughter, Ruby,
were playground friends,

so I got to know her
pretty well.

You know,
she didn't have any family,

so I was there for her,
gave her advice when I could.

Was it more than friendship
for you?

What? No!

No. I love my wife.
I'm devoted to her.

Tara was a friend.

Okay. Where were you
the night Tara died?

Here, hosting book club.

We were reading
Liz Gilbert's Big Magic.

Wait, actually, you know what?

You can ask anyone
in my book club.

We're called the "Lou Reads."
Except "read" is spelled--

I can guess.

Is that your bat?

Um...

This?

Yeah, it's for wiffle ball.
It's plastic. Totally harmless.

See?

You're doing great!

I have actual race cars if you
wanna do a tactile thing later.

I've got freshly opened cookies.

Do you have anything
without refined sugar?

Let me go look.

Gosh. Imagine being there
in the summer of '56

when Art Ingels invented
the first go-kart.

Dude! You made me lose!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

You really suck
the fun out of everything.

You know, I'm only here
because my mom made me, right?

You're just a weirdo
who can't shut up.

That's why you're not invited
to my birthday party.

Hey, Finn.

I'm taking everybody
to Knott's Berry Farm next week,

and you're not invited.

I sure would love
to bring you along,

but they got
a "no turd kid" policy,

so I guess we'll just have
to miss you on this one.

Why don't you grab your stuff
and go sit on the porch

and wait for your mom.

Bye! Thanks for coming.

I kind of blacked out.
How bad was it?

What just came out of my mouth?

Bad.

It was all bad.

I'm so sorry
I forced a playdate.

Finn does not deserve
a friend like you.

I know it's hard
to be different.

But listen.

You are fun, no matter
what that little jerk says.

I'll believe it when I see it.

I don't know. One of them thinks
he's not cool,

and the other one's basically
divorced herself

from our family.

If she's not with her boyfriend,
she's constantly texting him.

Yep.

I'm so sorry, Morgan,
but this too shall pass.

And then something even harder
will come up.

Oh, good. Thank you so much.

Honestly, this Foley case
is driving me nuts.

We are missing something.
I can feel it.

I do too.

Brett's couples
counseling alibi checked out.

Although, he may have hired
someone to kill Tara.

Look into his financials.

You might wanna see this.

Tara's with the other nannies
in a lot of Chuck's photos.

They might've
known each other better
than we thought.

I mean, they did spend
every day together.

Our main suspects
all have alibis,

not all airtight, but still.

Go back to the nannies.

Find out everything
they know about Tara,

anything we may have missed.

- Yeah.
- Oz.

I remembered that boxing combo
is lethal if done correctly.

- I'm actually heading out.
- We'll talk about it later.

- Morgan, you and I
should tag along.
- Yeah.

Karadec, you wanna play
some handball?

- Soon as I get back, bro.
- All right. Whoo.

Remember
the good old days, Selena,

you know, when you could
arrest a perp in the morning

and then take him out for a beer
in the afternoon, you know?

When everybody wasn't
so sensitive about everything.

Darius!

Come here, please.

I wanted to ask you
about the Tara Foley case.

Chuck, I think
you better excuse us.

You want me
to get the Chuck out of here.

My hourly rates are too high.

Thank you, Chuck.

Ugh.
You are a lifesaver.

I hope I didn't pull you
from anything urgent.

Nope. Just snagging
a cup of the good coffee
you guys have up here.

But I do have an update.

The toxicologist report
on Tara Foley came out clean,

and we found no evidence
of defensive wounds on her body.

Which means
when she was attacked,
she didn't fight back.

She was taken by surprise.
Or she knew her attacker.

Seems like it.

We're hoping you can tell us
a little more about Tara.

She was nice. Almost too nice.

She didn't know her worth.

I hear she was working

for ten dollars an hour less
than we do.

And with no benefits.

Poor thing.

An extra ten bucks an hour would
help with those overdue bills.

- Mmm.
- This job is easier
if you work together.

Coordinate. Only one nanny needs
to bring a soccer ball.

That sort of thing.

But she didn't take us up
on our offers to help.

You know, the saddest part is,

she might still be alive
if she was a joiner.

Joiner? What do you mean?

Well, the night that she passed,
I was house-sitting,

so I had these girls over
to just hang out.

She could've been with us.

But instead...

Oh, God rest her soul.

The only one she was
friends with was Mark.

Bet his wife didn't like that.
What was her name?

- Carina.
- Right. Carina.

You remember that fight?

What fight?

Oh, his wife show up one day
and scream at Tara and Mark.

Tara look really frightened.

Carina's motive
just got a whole lot clearer.

- She was jealous.
- Didn't she have an alibi?

She said she was working late,

which was confirmed by
the security log at her office.

Anyone can jump a turnstile
if they wanna avoid
scanning their ID.

Or they don't have money
for the metro.

Wanna sneak
into a Brandi Carlile concert.

- Mmm.
- Just for example.

- Karadec.
- Hey, it's Daphne.

You know those other moms
who posted negative things

about Tara
in the Brentwood parents' group?

- Yeah.
- They don't exist.

Don't exist?

Their profiles appear
to be fake.

So somebody who hated Tara

created fake profiles
to drag her?

Yeah, we're about to go talk to
somebody who fits that bill.

Thanks, Daphne.

So, we need to be keeping
an eye on sustainability,

as our clients value, um...

Tell us
about the heated argument

you and Mark had
at the park, please.

Did it have anything to do with
Mark's relationship with Tara?

What? No. Are you...

Are you suggesting
I was jealous of Tara?

Well, jealousy
is a common motive.

You wouldn't exactly
be rewriting the playbook.

I wasn't mad about Tara.
I was mad about our deck.

Mark had one simple job.

Just order the wood
for our new deck.

And out of all the types
of wood,

do you know
which one he ordered?

Alaskan spruce.

Everyone knows that Alaskan
spruce shrinks end-grain.

Okay? And causes serious
problems when it gets wet.

Right. I know that,
but I'm not everyone.

You are the only real person

we can link to
the negative posts about Tara.

All the other profiles
were fake.

Did you maybe create them
to upset the young woman

that your husband was
so close with?

Oh, my God. Look, I told you,
I never posted about Tara.

Only Rosa.

I took my daughter to story time
at the library one time, okay?

As a working mother,
that is a special opportunity

to hang out with your kid
in the middle of the day.

And while I was there,

I happened
to see something awful,

so I said something.

And then it backfired
and I deleted my account.

Hang on. Hang on.
What time is story time?

Noon.

All the comments
about Tara were posted

between 12:00 and 1:00 p.m.
Story time.

It's basically a time

when caretakers get to take
a little breather

because the kids
are otherwise occupied.

And who would want
to infiltrate a parent group

where the subject
is trashing nannies?

The nannies!

They were in that group
under fake accounts.

They bullied Carina
off of Facebook

when she came for Rosa,
and then, once Tara was hired,

they scraped her old profile
and made a new one.

They posed as Carina
and other concerned parents,

and they reported Tara.

But the other nannies
liked Tara.

Did they?
I've been on the outside
of the mom clique enough times

to know when people
are being nice to your face

but judging you
behind your back.

When people like Tara come in
and work for less money

and no benefits,
they devalue our job.

She didn't abide
by the nanny code.

Tara wasn't welcome.
She replaced our friend.

Those nannies resented Tara.

She threatened
their very way of life.

Not to mention, they were loyal
to the woman she replaced.

- Rosa.
- Or should we say Sporty Spice?

Each of the kids had
a Spice Girl sticker
on their lunch box.

Which was clearly
for the nannies,

'cause what three-year-old gives
a "zig-a-zig-ah"

- about a 30-year-old band?
- Band?

Except there was
one Spice Girl missing.

Sporty Spice was tucked away
in the back of the shelf

in Brett and Jeff's house.

Tara didn't want to use
that lunch box

because the Spice Girls stickers

were the original
five nannies' thing.

And Tara was on the outs.

So you think
all the nannies killed Tara

because they were mad
she replaced Rosa?

Nope. Oksana did.

And you know this because...

Because of
the capitalization conventions
in the Russian language.

In the post that Carina admits
to writing about Rosa,

she capitalizes
the day of the week
that the incident occurred.

Mm-hmm.

But in the post that Carina
denies writing about Tara,

the days of the week
are lowercased,

which would only make sense

if you were
a native Russian speaker.

Because in Russian, you don't
capitalize days of the week.

But even if Oksana was
bullying Tara online,

using fake accounts,

that doesn't mean
she killed her.

Well, of course it does.

'Cause of the way
she crossed herself.

You guys aren't up-to-date
on the Great Schism

between Eastern Orthodoxy
and Catholicism?

- Okay.
- Not totally.

Okay, in 1054,
there was a huge fight

between Western
and Eastern churches

called the Great Schism.

And this resulted
in a few fundamental differences

between how each church
does things,

one of those differences being
how members cross themselves.

Okay, now this
is ringing a bell.

Catholics use five fingers,

and they cross forehead,
chest,

left shoulder, right shoulder.

Orthodox Christians cross
themselves using three fingers,

forehead, chest,

right shoulder
to left shoulder.

Now, when we were chatting
with the nannies,

I saw Oksana cross herself
in the Eastern Orthodox manner.

How does Oksana's religion
mean she killed Tara?

Another result
of the Great Schism

is that the two sides
use different calendars.

Catholics use
a Gregorian calendar

introduced by a pope in 1582.

Orthodox Christians still use
a Julian calendar.

Basically, it means they
celebrate the same holidays,

but certain holidays fall
on different dates,

much to the chagrin
of the little Greek girl

whose Easter Bunny comes
a month after her friends got

to eat all their Cadbury Eggs.

- Mmm. Mmm! I love those.
- Girl, same.

So good.

You can go back to work now.

Now, do we know
what religion Tara Foley was?

- Catholic?
- Catholic!

We found a rosary.

- That's classic Catholic.
- Mm-hmm.

But don't forget
what I said about the calendars.

Oh. How could we?

On Tara's calendar,
she had marked down a date

for the Exaltation
of the Cross, September 27th.

But Catholics celebrate that
on the 14th.

So she wasn't planning
to go to her church service.

She was going to Oksana's.

Tara had figured out
that Oksana was the one

who was bullying her,
and that explains

the number
for the immigration lawyer
we found in her apartment.

Identity fraud is a crime
that can get your visa revoked.

Tara knew that by making
fake profiles on Facebook

and pretending to be Carina,

Oksana was putting her visa
in jeopardy

and she could be deported.

Exactly.

Tara knew that Oksana was gonna
be at the Russian Orthodox
church that night.

Which is a block away
from the park.

After the service,
Tara confronted Oksana.

Oksana freaked out
and bashed her in the head.

She thought she'd finished
the job, but she didn't.

Tara was out of sorts,
afraid that Oksana
would follow her.

She went to the park,
hid in the slide,
where she died.

Were you with Oksana
the night Tara was murdered?

- Yes.
- Yes.

- Yes.
- Can you tell me
what you did that night?

Oh, my employers were
out of town,

so I just had a girls' night in.

We had some drinks, went in
the hot tub. Oksana made dinner.

- Then watched a movie.
- Everyone left around 1:00 a.m.

Well, thanks. Super helpful.

We're just gonna go ahead
and check the nanny cams.

They don't have nanny cams.

Well, the whole point
of a nanny cam is

that you don't tell the nanny.

- Oksana wasn't there.
- Oksana's a very scary lady.

She made us lie.
Oksana swore it was an accident.

Mmm.

I can't believe you found
nanny cams and didn't tell me.

I was bluffing.

Sneaky Spice.

Your friends turned on you.

They said you forced them
to provide your alibi.

We know that you are the one
who killed Tara.

That little bitch threaten me.

Said she's gonna have me
sent back to Russia

for creating those posts.

After everything
I sacrifice to get here.

After the persecution
my family endured.

Tara had no idea what going back
would mean for me.

That's why I pick up that rock!

You could have just promised
to stop bullying her.

I couldn't take risk.

I would always be looking
over my shoulder.

I choose prison here over
going back to Russia any day.

And so you have.

I gotta go do something.
You guys play. Have fun.

Hey. There was a time
you would've killed

to go to the playground.

Well, it's because Ava would
make me puke on the spinner.

It was fun.

But we're different people now.

You wanna
play over there?

Okay, go. You can go over there.

Don't go too far!

- Hey, Jeff.
- Hey.

Thought I might find you here.

Well, it hasn't felt right
to hire a new nanny yet.

I'm so relieved that
Tara's killer is behind bars.

Tara deserved that, at least.

Well, now
that the case is closed,

there's something
I thought you might like.

Whew. Wow.

I never got to see this,
you know?

Their everyday together.

That is... That is
the heartbreaking thing

about being a working parent

that... your kid has
all these experiences

that you are just not a part of.

Your main focus when you hire
a caretaker is

that your child will be safe.

But your hope is
that your child will be loved.

And Ward was loved by Tara.

And I knew that.

But now I get to see it.

Race you to the spinner.

- Wait! Come on!
- Come on!

- Get on!
- Wait up. Okay, I'm on. I'm on.

Whoo!

- Come on.
- Okay.

You're going so much faster
than before!

Oh, yeah!

Ava, you're going to make me
lose my lunch! Don't stop!

Whoa!

Yeah? I'm gonna make you puke up
yesterday's lunch too!

Wahoo!

Whoa! Whoo!