My Life Is Murder (2019) s05e01 Episode Script

1
(ANNA CODDINGTON'S 'KATUAREHE')
Beep, beep! Walkers coming through.
10 K to go, girls,
and the G&Ts are on me.
- Where are you ladies headed?
- All the way.
Right. Shall we pick up the pace?
ko koe. ♪
Taihoa koe ♪
e whai e ♪
tama kei hinga kei ♪
whara koe. ♪
Do you know you can walk
from one side of New Zealand
to the other in less than a day?
I guess if you find a skinny bit.
No, the Coast to Coast Walkway
goes from that harbour there
to the Manukau Harbour just beyond
there.
What do you say, Harry? I reckon
we could do with a challenge.
Really?
Well, here's one I prepared earlier.
Wyatt Rutherford, retired pro-rugby
player turned fitness influencer.
He died in his ice bath in his home gym
during his three-times-a-week
fitness routine,
which he always livestreamed,
which is what he was doing when he
slipped under the water
and stayed there.
- His fans watched him die?
- Yep. 100,000-odd.
- (SIGHS)
- They sounded the alarm,
but by the time the ambulance arrived
So a medical event leading to drowning?
You'd think, but there was a lethal
amount of fentanyl in his system.
So pro-sportsman leaves pro-sports
and decides to catch up on all
the partying he's been missing.
Not according to this social
media page that's popped up.
#StayceeDeservesAnswers. Who's Staycee?
Staycee Winstone, she's the star
flyer of the Air Attack cheer squad.
ECHOES: Nice and high!
Her and Wyatt were quite
the celebrity-influencer couple.
(SIGHS) OK, so where
was she when he died?
Training with the rest of the squad ,
solid alibi, no links to party drugs,
which I guess is why this online
swarm of Staycee and Wyatt fans
are on the murder trail.
- I thought you wanted a challenge?
- Not that hard.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, the hobbyists
have a prime suspect.
- Why are you even entertaining them?
- Because they've got a point.
We searched Wyatt's place up
and down, and we couldn't find
any evidence that he was
a drug user, even occasionally.
So who do these Scooby
Doos think Scooby done it?
This guy, Terrence Scott.
He's a sports agent.
He represents both the entire Air
Attack squad and also poor old Wyatt.
Why would he want
one of his clients dead?
His fans are lapping
up Staycee's heartbreak,
and Wyatt's old streams
are going gangbusters.
Come on, you think he
killed his client for publicity?
I thinkit's worth a look.
And hey, you crack this, and you
could have your own podcast series.
It'll all end in tears, and not mine.
(SUAVE MUSIC)
(SUAVE MUSIC CONTINUES)
- (CLACK!)
- All right, guys
Reckon I can beat my PB of six minutes?
- (ONLINE REACTIONS TINKLE)
- It's on.
Let the shrinkage begin.
That's a bit personal, isn't it?
The guy's dead.
Blood vessels, Madison,
blood vessels. Gah
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
(DEEP BREATHES)
I love you, Stayce.
Doing this for you, babe.
Whew! (EXHALES) Oh, breathing!
Breathing. (SIGHS)
(MOUSE CLICKS, VIDEO FAST-FORWARDS)
- (MOUSE CLICKS)
- (GRUNTS SOFTLY)
The comments are starting to go crazy.
Hm.
Yeah, he seemed pretty lucid
before he got into the bath.
He must have taken the drugs just prior.
After the 10-K run and before
he started live-casting.
There was no evidence
of pills in his stomach.
Could've drunk it,
I guess or a patch?
Which the police didn't find.
He doesn't look like a druggie
and neither does Staycee.
I mean, God, look at them.
They're perfect.
What do the online detectives say?
Oh, that the manager did it,
just because they don't trust him.
There was a whole
heap of theories about the Illuminati.
I think we need to talk to someone
with actual skin in the game.
♪
(SMOOTH INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)
(SMOOTH INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Mate, there's only
so many opportunities,
and then you're lucky to get a
seat in the commentator's box or,
or some board or
Uh-huh. Yeah, no, not a billboard, bro,
like, a board of trustees or something.
OK. Bye.
(SIGHS) Alexa Crowe. Terrence Scott.
- How'd you do?
- Oh. Come in, come in, come in.
- Wow. This is some office.
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm going for a vibe,
one that says, 'Sign with me
and all this could be yours.'
Really, from sports?
Oh yeah. Yeah, athletes,
they're the original celebrities.
Yeah, forget the, the actors
and all those show ponies. (SCOFFS)
I mean, Black Caps, All Blacks, those
guys,
they have the real, tangible talent.
So, Alexa I am an open book.
- Cos you're a journo, right?
- Uh, police consultant.
- Why did I think you're a journo?
- Cos I said that to get in here.
Tell me about Wyatt Rutherford.
Uh (STAMMERS)
Uh, Wyatt, Yeah, he was, um
Well, he was on
the cusp of great things.
And he left pro-rugby
at the peak of his career.
Yeah, one too many concussions,
high risk of CTE,
so he, he channelled, he channelled
everything
into his influencer career.
- What about Staycee Winstone?
- Oh, she's a, she's a real sweetie.
I mean, she's heartbroken
of course, devastated.
Mm. That's a good story,
'Heartbroken
and devastated, ' lots of clicks. Yeah.
Did you know that there's a, uh,
a group of online crime fans
who think that you murdered Wyatt?
(LAUGHS)
Well
I got a thick skin, and besides,
you know there's no such thing
as bad publicity, cos Wyattwas, um
He was dull. He was obsessed
with fitness and clean living.
Yawn. I mean, And the positive
affirmations, I mean, come on, bro.
- Make it stop.
- Someone did.
Yeah. You know what happened then?
Subscribers through the roof.
Staycee, she was a minor celebrity,
and now, what,
almost a household name.
You've convinced me,
you benefited hugely from Wyatt's death.
Sure. Yeah, sure.
Wyatt is more interesting
dead than he was alive,
but no one was more
surprised by that than me, so
if you think that I, um
I killed my client for the publicity,
then you are crediting me with
fortune-telling powers that I wish I had.
(DUBIOUS MUSIC)
- Thanks for your time.
- So good to meet you.
Whoo! Come on. ♪
- I say you gotta get it rollin'!
- Ooh-oh!
Nice. Keep that flow going.
Hello.
Five, six, seven, eight.
I'm Alexa Crowe.
Push it!
Nice, good.
Beautiful, Staycee.
I work with the police,
double-checking things
when, um, you know,
there's questions around a death.
- Is this about Wyatt Rutherford?
- Mm.
Mindy, face, please.
We've talked about this!
Sorry, Coach.
And lift.
Great, girls. Much better.
Respect, seriously.
Bit different to my day.
We were strictly
regarded as the eye candy, (SCOFFS)
but these girls are more skilled
than the team they cheer for.
Better.
Greer Reid. Coach and manager.
Big game coming up?
We're in off-season,
so it's competitions.
We're off to the world's in two months,
got a good shot at winning too.
Hold.
Good.
Did Staycee know that
Wyatt was into drugs?
Of course not.
Well, from their socials, you'd
think they were together every second.
Unless she was training,
which we do a lot.
Wyatt was on the scrapheap.
His career was over.
Maybe he was secretly
taking the edge off.
Terrence doesn't think so.
Strange bedfellows, you two.
After a lifetime of being thrown
crumbs by sporting bodies,
there's a lot female sport can
learn from the Terrences of this world.
Very diplomatic, Greer.
Whoo! ♪
Come on! ♪
16, 17
(EXHALES) When it burns,
you know it's working. (GRUNTS)
Hey. Wyatt Rutherford,
have you ever watched his streams?
Nah, I don't do fitness.
Sure, Reuben.
God. (LAUGHS)
Hey, is that why Alexa's been hassling
me about this Coast to Coast Walk?
Oh, yeah.
She's decided we're all walking
from one side of Aotearoa to the other.
It's,
Nah. I like to spend
my days off with my feet up.
- Have you told her that?
- I'll get around to it.
Oh God, look at Wyatt and
Staycee's gorgeous bathroom.
How do I get to be a part of an
influencer couple
and lead a perfect life?
Wait, you want people taking photos
of you while you're having a wash?
They're influencers, Reuben.
Nothing's real.
- (SCOFFS)
- Although that chandelier might be.
Oh my God, look at their bedroom!
I want that bed linen.
Yeah, well
- (CHUCKLES) It's gorgeous.
- (CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SUAVE, INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)
I know what you're doing,
investigating Wyatt's death, right?
I saw you talking to Coach,
and I thought to myself,
'Yes!
Finally, someone's listening to me.'
I'm Laurel. #StayceeDeservesAnswers.
(WHISPERS) I'm part of it.
Well, I'm Alexa Crowe.
- Super cool name.
- Mm.
OK, I'm sorry. I've just gotta get, -
- Oh, um, be warned
- (CAR ENGINE STARTS)
she's not that into the
#StayceeDeservesAnswers thing,
like, she may deserve them, but
(WHISPERS) I don't
know if she wants them.
Tell me this, does Staycee still
live at the house
she shared with Wyatt?
Oh. Uh, where he was murdered? No.
She stays with Mindy, Greer's daughter.
- Greer has a daughter on the squad?
- Uh-huh.
- If you need help, Alexa just call.
- Thanks.
I will.
Oh, hey, don't you need
my number? OK, well
0-2-1 whodunit. I made that myself.
Anyway, just find me on the system.
(SUAVE, INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)
19, 20
- Here you go, babe.
- (EXHALES) Thanks, babe.
(ONLINE REACTIONS PING)
Oh, damn.
- It's super tasty.
- (TITTERS)
Death by protein shake?
This isn't the day of.
Staycee wasn't anywhere near that day.
Plus, surely,
Harry's team tested all the supplements.
Let's ask him.
- Hello, Harry.
- Kia ora. Shall we?
- Please.
- We'll go round the back.
(SMOOTH INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWK DISTANTLY)
You know, we have been here already,
turned the place upside down.
You wanted fresh eyes.
You've got fresh eyes.
And I have to see
that sexy, sexy bathroom.
Their supplements were all clean.
OK, I'm big-time needing to see some
of those
gorgeous sponsored products.
No, we need to find where an influencer
would stash his heavy-duty opioids,
somewhere no one, including
the police, would think to look.
Nothing in the ceiling cavities,
no loose panels in the walls.
Are you sure this is Wyatt's house?
I can't find the sexy bathroom.
Oh yeah, maybe it's an en suite.
Which way is it to Wyatt's room?
Uh, we're standing in it.
I beg to differ. (CHUCKLES)
Aw, hell no. Navy sheets?
Red flag, right?
She's giving me unsolicited
dating advice.
Always a red flag when you're going
home with a guy for the first time.
What's wrong with a navy sheet?
Oh God, there's nothing worse,
except for no top sheet.
OK, no, this place is giving me
100% bachelor pad vibes.
Crimes against interior design
aren't exactly evidence.
Ah, Harry, there is
one thing the police missed.
Wyatt may have lived here,
but not with Staycee.
(LIGHT, INQUISITIVE MUSIC)
Look, we did go through here, obviously.
Mads.
- The gorgeous linen you were after.
- We were looking for opioids.
This just looks like they didn't get
around
to unpacking when they moved in.
Mm-hm.
Hang on.
The wallpaper.
Look, I know that influencers' lives
are curated,
but this is next level.
Cos Wyatt and Staycee
weren't an influencer couple.
They weren't a couple at all.
Oh man, it wasn't a romance.
It was a showmance.
What could possibly go wrong?
TERRENCE: Reality check, Tad, you
get five rings tattooed on your chest,
you don't get up in the morning
for less than 10 grand.
Well, you did say you're
an open book, Terrence.
And by the way, so is your computer.
- Delia?
- She wasn't here when I came in.
Listen, I hate to intrude, but
I just
wanted to find out whether it was true,
that you orchestrated a phoney love
affair between Wyatt and Staycee.
Yeah. All I see is a
legally binding contract,
consensual, above-board, confidential.
You might wanna rethink
that password then.
You know, a marketing vehicle
is not a crime, Alexa.
What if someone wants out?
An exit strategy? Well,
that's the first thing we lock down.
If everyone's on the same page,
then there's no problem.
Unless someone gets murdered.
So what do the rest of the
cheer squad think about this?
Well,
I refer you back to 'confidential'.
Hey, why are you here?
You still think I drugged my own client,
yeah? Let him drown?
You storylined everything
else in his life.
- Like I said, the guy was boring.
- Too dull for a secret drug habit.
Oh yeah, yeah, I see what you're saying.
Then why aren't
you asking any questions?
You just accept what happened,
sit back and count the piles of
subscribers and sponsorship deals
- for poor grieving Staycee?
- Well, that is my job.
Doesn't look awesome, though,
and
you're all about the optics, aren't you?
Hey, what's your badge number, love?
Oh, I don't have a badge any more.
And the name's Alexa,
A-L-E-X-A, not L-O-V-E.
- Yeah, and don't worry, I'm outta here.
- Good.
There's a fibbing
cheerleader I wanna talk to.
Hey, you leave Staycee alone!
It's not some big conspiracy.
It was a career move.
Well, I dunno, living a lie seems
kind of exhausting, Staycee.
I mean, deceiving all your team-mates?
Until cheerleaders make
as much as rugby players,
I need to work on my brand
and take every opportunity.
- Sounds like Terrence talking.
- And? He's the best in the business.
That's what he said.
You ever see Wyatt
taking recreational drugs?
No, but we hardly ever hung out.
Oh right,
only when you were taking photos.
Hey, where was Wyatt's fake bathroom?
Cos my colleague was really disappointed
when she couldn't find a
chandelier in his real one.
Uh, Valentine's Day post was at
Terrence's place. It's his bathroom.
And none of the rest of the squad know?
You never confided in any of them?
The whole point was that
everyone thought we were together.
Right, yeah.
See, Terrence says that
interest in all of this is has
just soared since Wyatt
live-streamed his own death.
You know, apparently, you've become
something of a household name.
I really have to get back
to training. Sorry.
Push it. Four more.
Three, two, one.
- Nice work.
- (MINDY PANTS)
(INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)
Mindy?
Hi. Alexa Crowe.
Maybe you've heard that I'm
investigating Wyatt Rutherford's death.
I'd like to ask you
a couple of questions.
Apparently you've already decided
that Staycee killed Wyatt.
Oh, that's what she got from
our little chat? (CHUCKLES)
Well, she's very sensitive.
Well, her boyfriend just died,
and someone's asking a bunch
of questions. I'd be sensitive too.
Right. Or she could be glad
that I'm asking questions.
Unless Wyatt's secret drug
habit was common knowledge.
He didn't have a He
- Staycee and Wyatt were role models.
- So what happened?
(STAMMERS) No idea.
Uh (CLEARS THROAT)
What about you?
How well did you know Wyatt? Anyone?
(UPBEAT BLUESY MUSIC)
So they all ghosted you?
Every single one of them.
'Don't talk
to the mean old lady asking questions.'
Why are you smiling? It's not funny.
It makes them look guilty.
Uh, Bullfrog47 thinks
that Wyatt is alive and well
and working at his local tyre shop.
Stop reading #StayceeDeservesAnswers.
Do I have to remind you that I was
the one who noticed the fake bedroom?
Oh yeah, so could you please follow up
with the fellow who
thinks that Wyatt was killed
because he was about to reveal
the truth about chemtrails?
Speaking of trails, are we,
um, still going on that hike?
Yes. Well, Reuben has piked,
but Mads is a team player.
- Uh, no, I'm not.
- What's your excuse?
CHUCKLES: I simply don't want to.
Well, if you're not going,
you better make yourself useful.
Go and make friends
with the cheerleaders.
I can try.
(SIGHS) What am I finding out?
If murder is a team sport.
Hi. Maddie Buchanan, women's
sports and lifestyle blogger.
Terrence from
TS asked me to drop by,
write something up about
your lead-up to the worlds.
Oh. (STAMMERS)
He didn't mention it to me.
Oh, he didn't? OK.
- Do you want me to give him a call?
- (SIGHS)
This,
- (CHUCKLES) No, no.
I want him to leave us alone to train.
Look, I promise I won't distract.
I'm actually excited to
see the squad in action.
Yeah. I'll, uh
I'll make sure they're
free to chat in their first break.
Thank you.
I say you gotta get it rollin' ♪
Three, four, five tight, seven, squeeze.
One, look, three, look,
five together, seven.
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.
You can do it! ♪
(GRUNT) Right. Up. (GRUNTS)
- (EXCLAIMS)
- (ONLINE REACTIONS TINKLE)
How many times are you
gonna watch this guy work out?
(SIGHS)
The opioid was absorbed through the skin
somehow.
I'm just trying to see what I'm missing.
Like, what's in that jar on the shelf
behind him?
Is it some kind of supplement?
I'm the espresso guy, Alexa,
not the supplement guy.
(EXHALES) I love you, Stayce.
I like my water to be 39
degrees and in a hot tub.
No way I'm going anywhere near that.
Oh.
(GASPS) Oh!
Reuben, thank you very much.
You're welcome.
Cheer's changed a lot, but
the old stereotypes linger, right?
I'm too busy encouraging
my team-mates to think about that.
So there's no rivalries,
squabbling, bitchiness?
(CHUCKLES SHORTLY) Would you ask
male athletes the same question?
All right, I get your point,
Mindy, and I would ask them
if there had been an unexplained
death connected to a male sports team.
You wanna know about Wyatt.
(SCOFFS) No one cares about our success,
the fact that we're
on our way to worlds.
No. No, I care. That's why I'm asking.
I get that it must have taken a toll.
I'm sorry if I've upset you.
It's just
there was this cop here yesterday
asking a bunch of questions,
like we'd done something wrong.
And have you?
I'm just kidding. (CHUCKLES)
You're Mindy Reid, right?
You're the coach's daughter?
So? I legitimately earned
my place in the squad,
and no,
I don't get any special treatment.
Noted.
(INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)
(ZIP OPENS)
- Hey, 'Maddie'.
- Oh!
Hi. (CHUCKLES) This bag is so cool.
I just wanted to check
out what brand it is.
You're investigating
with Alexa Crowe, aren't you?
I'm Laurel.
Alexa would have mentioned me.
Oh, yeah, sure.
Um, how can I help you, Laurel?
Actually, it's about me helping you.
(LIGHT, SLEUTHY MUSIC)
You're MurderQueen123,
the site administrator for
#StayceeDeservesAnswers?
Wow. You're good.
You posted a picture of this last night.
Oh, (CHUCKLES) right.
Well, I was meant to show Alexa this,
but the girls made a
pact not to talk to her.
- Which girls?
- The squad.
Uh, but whose idea
exactly was it to block Alexa?
(DOOR OPENS)
(KEYS JANGLE)
STAYCEE: What is up with you, anyways?
What do you think?
People are asking questions.
(SIGHS) Just make sure that
you're giving them the right answer.
It's a two-way street, Mindy.
Wyatt was the weak link, not me.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
I didn't see Mindy or Staycee
anywhere on your detective board.
Well, that's because Staycee was
his girlfriend, and Mindy's her bestie.
They can't have been involved.
(DUBIOUS MUSIC)
- Thanks for coming, Terrence.
- (CAR LOCK BEEPS)
You said if I didn't,
you'd break a window.
I was exaggerating.
Could get into this place with a
credit card
and a broken bit of plastic.
(KEYS RATTLE)
I don't understand why I'm here.
Cos we still haven't located
where the opioid came from.
- And how am I meant to know?
- Dunno, maybe you gave it to him.
Or maybe you're playing games, and
I don't like game-players, Alexa.
This from a sports-star manager, nice.
The police took all the supplements
and
checked out the contents of the fridge,
but what are we missing, Terry?
You know, there's one thing
that Wyatt touches in the video.
- The water.
- So, what, drugs in the bathwater?
Wyatt started every
ice bath from scratch.
He'd start the live cast, turn on the
hose, and then do reps and stretching,
so nobody could have
put drugs in the water.
- If you say so.
- But guess what.
Fentanyl is freezable and absorbable
through contact with human skin.
It's the ice, Terry. Someone poured
liquid opioid all over the ice.
And you know what that means?
They just had to wait.
So Wyatt poured his own
death bath? Geez, poor bloke.
You know what else that means?
Whoever did it, could've, must've
done it days before days before.
Days before, Terry.
Now, your cheerleaders all
said that they were together,
training, on the day he died.
None of them had come here.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
Crap.
Exactly.
Not one of them has a solid alibi.
(BLUESY MUSIC)
I knew those cheerleaders were
blocking me, and now I know why.
Mm.
So Wyatt died on a Wednesday.
He ran his usual 10 K's,
he returned to his gym,
and he started his usual live stream.
Put four buckets of ice into the water.
But he did exactly the same
two days earlier on Monday,
finishing with six
minutes in the ice bath.
His live feed finished
at 11.30 in the morning.
So between 11.30 on Monday
and 10am on Wednesday,
somebody poisoned
the ice in his freezer.
Yeah. Well, that's almost 48 hours,
- could've been anyone.
- (DOOR OPENS)
Mm. Terrence reckons he was
watching time trials in Wellington
(DOOR CLOSES)
- some swimmer he wants to sign.
- That's easy enough to confirm.
- HARRY: Morning.
- Hey. What you got?
Express service.
Do you always let him do that?
Hey. Oh! Traces of fentanyl. Cool.
Correct, but you knew you would be.
I'll get the team to get new statements.
No, leave that to us, Harry.
It's time we got some straight answers
from some very dodgy cheerleaders.
Where were you between 11.30
on Monday morning and 10am on
Wednesday the week that Wyatt died?
Waiheke Island. Chloe Rogers
had a Pink Ribbon slumber party.
Uh
Chloe's Pink Ribbon slumber party
I was at Chloe's slumber party.
uh
We were on Waiheke Island
for Chloe
Rogers' Pink Ribbon slumber party on.
uh
on Waiheke.
With the girls at Chloe's slumber party.
Oh! I threw slumber party.
So was there really a
Pink Ribbon slumber party,
or are they just
covering for one another?
Oh come on, Alexa,
there isn't a single girl in the squad
capable of what you're suggesting.
It was a fundraiser.
Their socials will be full of the party,
if you wanna check.
- You were there?
- (CHUCKLES) Not if you paid me.
If we weren't training,
I would have been in Whangarei.
My dad died a few months ago, so
I head up there once a
week to pack up the house.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Well, it was time.
He was old and in a lot of pain.
Doesn't make it any easier.
The real challenge is dealing
with the years' worth of hoarding.
(SCOFFS) I mean,
who needs 20 shower caps?
Which one is Mindy's?
Uh, it's not cool to go
look at other girls stuff.
Well, except when we are on an official
investigation right,
MurderQueen?
Yeah, but
You know, Laurel, when I first met you,
I thought,
'Here is someone smart and brave
'and committed to seeing justice done.'
- I am.
Good, because we need to
know why Staycee called Wyatt
the 'weak link' and
what she did about it.
I need a, a phone, Laurel,
or a tablet or a laptop.
- QUIETLY: Yes.
- WHISPERS: Oh man, this is so dodgy.
- (ZIP OPENS)
- (YELPS)
Don't mind me.
- How's it going?
- What are you doing?
She's just making a copy,
and don't worry,
she will delete it right after.
- (KEYS CLACK)
- Hey, Laurel,
you were
at the slumber party too, I'm assuming.
Um, yes. Look, I don't think Mindy
or Staycee did anything to Wyatt.
- (KEYS CLACK)
- They're my teammates, my mentors.
(EXHALES) Sorry, this is a lot.
- And you've been very helpful.
- You really have. Thanks.
(SUAVE INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)
OK, Mindy Reid. What have we got?
Well, she doesn't have much
of a social media following.
Unlike her bestie.
Oh, OK.
What?
Guess which cheerleader was exchanging
extremely non-platonic messages
with Wyatt for several months
before he died?
Mindy, Mindy, Mindy.
There were three people
in that bogus relationship,
two of whom were actually having sex.
In the real bedroom,
not the showmance bedroom, I'm guessing.
Ugh, the navy sheets. Ugh.
- Morning, Staycee.
- (GROANS)
Did you know that Wyatt was
having a hot and heavy affair
with one of your friends, Mindy Reid?
- (GROANS)
- (CHUCKLES) Wait,
I'm gonna take that as a yes.
(SIGHS) Sure. I knew, and I didn't care.
I wasn't into Wyatt. Mindy thought
he was amazing. It was a win-win.
I didn't see her put any of those
little heart emojis on your post.
She knew what she was getting
into. We were all happy.
But would you be happy if he dumped
you for one of your pals,
- fake or not?
- (SCOFFS)
Have you seen my followers?
I can get big sponsors on my own.
Sure you can, now.
Evidently, people
can't get enough of grieving widows.
I mean, that wasn't my experience,
but I was a bit prickly back then.
♪
I don't have a contract that says I have
to talk to you,
so get out of my face.
Yeah, that's what I was like.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (WHISTLE TRILLS)
- GREER: Let's go again!
OK, girls, line it up,
faces on. We're going full out.
- Whoo! Whoo ♪
- Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
- Come on!
- One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, on the spot.
One, two, move it back.
One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, clap it out.
- One, two, three
- You have been holding out on me, hm?
What happened when
you realised Wyatt was
getting it on with the
wrong cheerleader?
Hey, I don't know what it
is that you think you know,
but I can assure you that whatev,
Ah, damn it. Damn it.
I meant to delete these things.
Yeah, sure. Fine, so Wyatt and Mindy
were seeing each other on the sly,
but they, it wasn't serious.
- Well, Mindy is using the L-word.
- She
She was pressuring him
to ditch the
showmance and become a proper couple.
- And?
- (SCOFFS)
So Wyatt asked to be
released from his contract.
- What did you do?
- Well, I gave him a reality check,
'You can't go public with Staycee's best
friend.
You'd be painted as a love rat.'
Plus, he was in breach of contract
so I could sue his sue his arse.
- (SCOFFS)
- Nice (!)
It's business. It's not personal.
So Wyatt ditches Mindy and, uh,
happily goes back to the status quo.
Leaving Mindy with a broken
heart and a score to settle.
(LAUREL SCREAMS, GIRLS CLAMOUR)
(LAUREL WAILS)
Oh, shit. Hey, how did that happen?
My tailbone. (SOBS)
Looks like Mindy's off
her catching game.
(SUBDUED MUSIC)
(SNIFFLES)
Where is your brain, Mindy, where?!
TEARFULLY: I'm sorry.
When will you stop thinking about
yourself and be a part of the team?
- (SOBS) I am. I am.
- (SIGHS)
Do you know why this happened?
You've been distracting my team
at the most crucial point in their year.
Greer, hey, Greer, the girls know
not to post this on socials, right?
Oh, just pipe down, Terrence.
As if I care.
Hey, I'm just saying,
it's not a good look, is it?
We don't have accidents,
and we don't make mistakes.
Are you saying this could be deliberate?
(STAMMERS) Why don't you make yourself
useful
and get her the hell away from me?
Looks like you might
wanna make a run for it, Alexa.
Sure thing.
It was a mistake.
Yeah, what distracted you?
- I don't have to talk to you.
- Where were you before Wyatt died?
Cos I'm damn sure there's no evidence
of you getting on a ferry to Waiheke.
I know you were with him. You loved him.
(SNIFFLES, SIGHS)
He loved me, too, no
matter what that scumbag Terrence says.
And yet Wyatt chose
the contract over you.
So you went there to, what, talk?
(SNIFFLES) We wanted to be together,
and we would have been if
Terrence hadn't bullied him
Yes, I went over for one last time.
- And?
- And that's it.
We slept together, I cried,
and I left in the morning.
Mindy,
did you touch the ice for
his ice bath before you left?
The, The drug was in the ice?
And you were there.
You see, you had motive and opportunity.
I did not kill Wyatt. I loved him.
I just said goodbye.
Well, unless somebody
else was there with you two.
- (LAUGHS WEAKLY)
- Someone else was there?
- No.
- Who was it, Mindy?
- Tell me.
- (CAR LOCK BEEPS)
Leave me the hell alone.
Now is not the time
to fall on your sword.
Leave me the hell alone!
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(LIVELY BLUESY MUSIC)
- It's fresh.
- Thank you.
- I love bread.
- Well, Alexa's sourdough is the best.
- Can I get you a tea or coffee?
- No thanks, Laurel.
Aren't you supposed to be resting?
Oh, TBH, with the bruised coccyx,
moving is better thansitting.
They said I could sit on an inflatable
ring,
but that's just embarrassing.
Has Coach Greer been to see you?
Yeah, she bought me those
painkillers and positive affirmations.
Hello. Ah. Shameful,
harassing an injured person.
Terrence, it's fine.
They brought sourdough.
No. Enough, OK? I have a
cheerleader off with a broken bum
- Bruised coccyx.
- and another one
who's done a runner.
You are dissipating my team.
Who done a runner?
Mindy Reid. She quit the team,
took off for Australia.
- Oh my God.
- Yeah, 'Oh my God'.
We're two down, all right,
and the worlds are coming up.
Now, honey, how are you?
When do you
reckon you might get back to training?
All right, let's go.
Take it easy, Laurel.
Everything happens for a reason,
sweetheart,
just remember that, uh-huh?
Yeah. Thank you.
(EXHALES, SNIFFLES)
Oh, hey.
Hi.
I come in peace bearing sourdough.
Oh, come on. Laura loved it
when I went to apologise to her.
(SCOFFS) Least you could do.
Oh.
Well, I just, I heard
about Mindy leaving, so
She made her choice, and now we move on.
Burnout is rife in
high-performance sports.
Still, it must be hard to watch
your daughter go through that.
Mindy didn't appreciate the opportunity,
unlike others who
had to work hard for it.
Oh, like Staycee, the favourite.
You know, until very recently,
women weren't allowed the privilege
of being high-performance sports people.
- Oh, I know.
- The team made it to the world stage.
Opportunities like that are sacred.
And Mindy just threw it all away.
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES SHARPLY) I just get
so frustrated when young women
with the opportunity to be brilliant
choose mediocrity.
I was never much of
a white-picket-fence girl myself.
Take the bread.
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)
Hey.
#StayceeDeservesAnswers
has gone eerily quiet,
which is weird when, you know,
they've got their answer, right?
Which is?
Mindy Reid.
I mean, motive, opportunity,
and she took off for Australia
as soon as you asked her about it.
Ah, but I don't think that Mindy
ran away because she killed Wyatt.
Why then?
I think she ran away
cos she realised who did.
OK, and she's scared of him?
Or she wants to protect them.
(DOOR OPENS)
Training's cancelled, Greer.
Uh, sorry? What What's going on?
- Terrence has canned it.
- (SCOFFS)
I'm sorry, Terrence doesn't get
to make that call. Since when?
Since I convinced him that
I know who killed Wyatt Rutherford.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
You know, I've been looking at old
footage of 86FM Blockbuster
- Super Babes.
- (SCOFFS)
Well, there's 20 minutes
of your life you'll never get back.
- Nah, but you were good.
- I hated every second.
I know. And I know you love
how much the sport has changed.
I mean, nobody would accuse Air Attack
of being bits of fluff,
- would they?
- (SCOFFS)
Don't pretend you get it, Alexa.
Hey, being a female cop
in the '90s was no picnic.
Really? I'm guessing you didn't
have to hand out shots in a bar
in a bikini and heels
just to make minimum wage.
Your point.
But you overcame that, didn't you,
and channelled all your frustration
into making positive change
for your daughter and her generation.
That's why you hired Terrence Scott,
someone with the skills and the
connections to get you to the top.
- Am I right?
- You're telling the story, Alexa.
Yes I am, and it's about to get good.
Terrence talked a good game,
and you were into it
until he thought pushing a
romance between a cheerleader
and a rugby player was
the way to get attention.
So Staycee was now not
getting famous for her talents,
but for being someone's girlfriend.
Well, it's no secret
that I hated the idea.
Of course you did.
I mean, that was like going back
in time in the worst possible way.
Yeah, exactly.
So when your daughter, Mindy,
fell in love with a rugby head,
suddenly she's watching
his livestream day and night,
and now there's tension
between her and Staycee.
Cracks were starting to show
on the team, over a bloke!
(CHUCKLES) So what are you suggesting,
I killed said bloke because
he dumped my daughter?
Is that what it was?
See, I thought it was more
because he was ruining your vision,
like your daughter was in
danger of giving it all away
for a rugby player who
didn't even want her.
She was never gonna do that. I've
always drummed it into my girls,
'Squad first, sisters first.
Never let a man come between you.'
It must have burned when
she ignored your advice then.
The night of
the Pink Ribbon slumber party,
you checked the socials,
and you noticed straight away
that Mindy wasn't
in any of the pictures.
I was at my father's house
in Whangarei that night.
You were, but you drove back.
You see, I checked the records
for the Northern Gateway Toll Road,
you were back in Auckland before dawn
and you drove past Wyatt's house,
just to be sure,
and Mindy's car was parked outside.
She'd gone back there,
chosen a man over her team bonding;
chose to defy her mum, her coach.
You didn't like that one little bit.
You
practically dragged her out of there.
- Mindy!
- Stay away from her!
Out!
So the burning question for me is
did you take your father's fentanyl
because you planned to use it on Wyatt
- or did you think it up there and then?
- (CHUCKLES, STAMMERS)
You're supposed to return
all meds to the pharmacy
or the doctor when someone passes,
Greer,
but you didn't.
You kept that hugely dangerous drug,
and we both know what you did with it.
(APPREHENSIVE MUSIC)
Now, your daughter, Mindy,
is already going through hell
because she knows that you killed Wyatt,
and I'm hoping you'll spare her
the pain of having to dob you in.
(INHALES SHAKILY) I told you,
my stupid daughter didn't
realise how good she had it.
I secured the future of
every girl in that team.
No one will pressure them to be
trophy wives to sportsmen.
(STAMMERS) I trained those girls
to demand more, not to need a man.
But your daughter loved Wyatt.
- That's why you killed him.
- (LAUGHS) No.
No. You killed him for the team.
(DOOR OPENS)
Poor form, Coach. Poor form.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(QUIRKY, SATISFIED MUSIC)
(LIVELY BLUESY MUSIC)
- (EXHALES)
- It is only 16 K's, Harry, 9 miles.
- Harden up.
- Yeah, all the way across Aotearoa
- even if it is the skinny bit.
- (SIGHS) Please?
Yeah, nah,
it was never on my to-do list.
Both harbours and only two volcanoes.
Which we could have gone around
or passed, not up and over.
Where's the fun in that?
Oh, since when did Alexa Crowe like fun?
Beep, beep! Coming through people.
Oh, that is the end. Come on,
let's go. Step it up, guys. Come on!
(ANNA CODDINGTON'S 'KATUAREHE')
Uh-uh, ♪
Katuarehe. ♪
You ain't ready. ♪
We're not flying on the same plane.
HARRY: The murder weapon
is a jellyfish.
Alexa, meet Waru,
the bad boy of the aquarium.
You're blaming the octopus?
Oh my God. That's her.
(EXCLAIMS SHARPLY) Please, please,
just give me the 1974 Latour.
Will? Will Crowe.
Hi. Slept on your couch.
Hope that was OK?
(CHUCKLES) Is everyone you
meet just a potential murder suspect?
Hi.