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[tense dramatic music]
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[lock rattling]
[Jennifer] Oh! I'll do the next few.
[lock rattling]
Come on. Oh!
-Did you get it? -[Jennifer] Yes!
-Oh! -[door rattling]
-[mysterious music] -[Kris gasping]
Excuse me.
[Jennifer] Oh God-- Do you need something?
Do you have a right to be in here?
[Kris] Yeah, this is our husband's unit.
We have a key, don't we?
Mm-hm.
Okay, we need to get out of here right now.
-[Kris] What-- -[zipper sliding]
[Jennifer] This is good.
Well, there it is, the money.
-And the file. -Bingo.
[frantic music]
[traffic murmuring]
Uh, hey, Kris.
What?
Grant's here.
Here? As in here- here?
[Brandy] As in, in the conference room
of the office we are currently in right now.
[Kris] Oh my God.
I told him I would have the designs done by end-of-day!
What is he, checking up on me?
Great.
[pensive music]
-[Kris sighs and chuckles] -[Brandy] Gotcha.
What are you doing here?
Surprise! I'm back early.
Way early. I missed you.
You little sneak!
[Ritchie] Ah, don't blame her. I made her do it.
[Kris] I can't believe you're here.
Let's get lunch.
Come on, knock off for the afternoon.
Oh, honey, I wish I could,
but I said I'd have this cover done
by end of day and I'm not even close.
All right. All right, all right.
We'll eat and then I'll be outta your hair. Promise.
I was hoping we could talk.
They didn't renew my contract, per my request.
Wait, what?
I'd had enough.
I wanna be with you all the time.
Wait, is that even safe to just leave? Can you--
I talked to my director.
We're good. Well, they're a little upset.
Didn't wanna lose his best asset.
Can't believe you'll be here all the time.
It's like I'll actually have a real husband now.
[Ritchie] Hmm?
And I can't wait to wake up next to you every morning.
So, no more trips.
Unless you wanna go somewhere together.
Tokyo, Milan, Paris.
We can even buy that house in Hayden Island
that we always talked about.
Wait, so you seriously wanna move?
[Ritchie] Just a thought.
I want a fresh start, you know?
New sites, new sounds, clean slate.
I don't know, honey, I gotta think about that.
I mean, I have the business. I have a staff now.
It's the age of remote work. People want flexibility now.
I mean, Brandy could run the office.
You know, she'd jumped at the chance.
Come on, you always wanted to live in Portland,
so let's do it.
Life is too short.
We can even have that baby we always talked about.
I mean, wouldn't Oregon be a great place to raise a family?
We'll talk about it over dinner.
The most important thing is I'm here now with you.
Sure.
[gentle foreboding music]
[lively gentle music]
[phone ringing]
Yeah.
No, it's decided. I'm done.
No, nothing will convince me. Nothing.
And if you show up here, it will not go well for you.
This phone bricks in an hour. Nice knowing you.
[keyboard clacking]
[foreboding music]
Holy-- How did you get in here?
-What are you-- -[gunshot bangs]
[grim music]
Oh? Ritchie?
[knob clicking]
Ritchie?
-[slow dramatic music] -[Kris gasps]
[gloomy music]
[indistinct police chatter]
[Kris sobbing]
[car beeps]
[pensive music]
Is it done?
How do you feel?
I just feel... numb.
I'm sure it took courage.
[Jennifer] It was just something that had to be done.
[Detective West] So the only thing you noticed missing
was his laptop and his cell phone?
None of your jewelry?
Not that I saw. But I didn't do an inventory.
Tell me about your husband's job, Ms. Holland.
Uh, when he got out of The Air Force,
he went straight to work for the government.
Federal? State?
Federal. He did aid work.
For?
The federal government.
I really don't know any more than that.
But you've been married for over two years.
He was gone a lot.
And when he was here, we focused on us.
Was there any infidelity in the marriage?
No, no. Not at all.
Did you argue a lot? Fighting?
[Kris] I know you probably hear this a lot
but we really didn't.
The fact that he traveled so much for work, it...
kept things fresh for us.
I mean, sure, we had our moments.
Uh, okay, but there's no violence, no hitting,
no screaming, things like that?
Absolutely not!
Okay.
[sighs]
Again, I'm-- I'm sorry for your loss.
I have to ask you this, Ms. Holland,
do you know who killed your husband?
No.
[grim music]
You sure you don't want the bed upstairs?
I think I'd rather be down here, thank you.
Have you talked to any of Ritchie's family yet?
I wouldn't even know where to start.
He was an only child,
and... his parents died when he was young.
What is it?
His job.
His work.
The aid stuff?
If I tell you what I'm about to say,
can I trust that you won't repeat it to anyone ever?
I promise.
Ritchie worked in intelligence.
It was a job he couldn't talk about.
I don't know where he went on these trips.
It wasn't aid work.
There were missions. Covert ones.
He went right into it after the military,
and he was on strict orders
not to share any details with me for my own safety.
[Brandy] Wait, Ritchie was a spy?
I know some of these trips were overseas,
but that's all he could tell me.
And he said in the event something were to happen to him,
not to tell anyone. Not even law enforcement.
But you told me.
[Kris] And I'm sorry, I just--
I couldn't hold it in anymore,
I felt like I was gonna explode.
And you think that maybe someone killed him...
because of his work?
For what he knew.
I'm really scared,
and I miss him, Brandy. [sobs]
I just can't believe I'm never gonna see him again.
Oh, come here.
[birds chirping]
[doorbell rings]
[door knocks]
[pensive music]
-[Kris] Hey, Will. -[Will] Hey.
I, uh-- I'll leave if you want me to.
I just wanted to stop by and tell you that I'm,
I'm so, so sorry,
and that I'm here for you.
[both sighing and groaning]
Yeah.
I uh-- I tried to call.
I saw. I'm sorry, I just couldn't right now.
[Will] Yeah. Well, Brandy told me that you were here
so I had to stop by to make sure you were okay.
Well, I'm not really.
[Will] Yeah, I know.
Do the cops-- Do they have any idea who--
Mm-mm.
Hey, do you wanna get some fresh air with me?
Just once around the block.
Okay.
This doesn't even feel real.
I can only imagine.
Hey, if the cops ask you--
I won't say a word.
Thanks.
I think we both know that was a mistake...
and it looks bad for me.
I loved Ritchie.
Just don't want the police thinking otherwise.
Say no more, all right?
This stays between us.
Hey and-- Hey, you know I'd do anything for you, Kris.
You know that, right? Anything.
[grim music]
Hi. I need you to call me back.
I have to know if you're gonna be at Skye's birthday party.
Look, I know I said some things.
[baby cooing]
I want you to be there.
Just call me back, okay?
[Brandy] Kris will be out for a while.
I want her to have the time she needs,
so I will be acting CEO until then.
Anything Kris typically handles, just come to me with.
[pensive music]
Kris! Hey!
Are you okay?
I had to get out.
[gentle solemn music]
[phone ringing]
Yes.
[Brandy] So sorry to bother you.
Someone is here to see you.
I would've turned her away, but she said it's about Ritchie.
-Cassie. -Kris.
Thank you for seeing me.
I didn't expect you to actually be here.
I'm sorry. Who are you?
Cassie Kemp. I'm Ritchie's sister.
I'm so sorry, I had no idea Ritchie had a sister
And I had no idea he had a wife
until the police told me you found his body.
I'm sorry you went through that.
You live nearby?
Florida.
But I've been living with our mom in Smyrna
for a few months.
She's very ill.
Wait, Ritchie's mother lives in Smyrna?
He told me she passed.
She's very much alive.
Although I don't think she has a lot of time left.
Dementia, nonverbal.
I'm not sure she's aware of what's going on,
but I haven't even told her yet about Ritchie.
I'm so sorry. What's her name?
[Cassie] Dorothy. Dot.
That's Mom and Ritchie at his high school graduation.
Could you tell me what happened yesterday?
Sure. Ritchie had come by here, surprised me,
and when I went home, that's when I found him.
He had just started making his dinner.
Well, I'd like to be involved in the arrangements,
but only if you're comfortable with that.
Would do you like to come over tonight and meet our mom?
Yeah, of course.
[Kris] Why would he tell me his mom's dead
and she lives 30 minutes away?
And his sister, do you think he was embarrassed of me?
[Brandy] Kris, stop. That man adored you.
Maybe he was hiding them from you. Maybe they're crazy.
Yeah.
[Brandy] Ritchie was just a secretive dude.
Even yesterday, having me trick you?
Yeah, that had a point though.
-Did it? -It was sweet.
[Brandy] Did she know about his job?
[Kris] She didn't mention it and I didn't say anything.
[Brandy] Hmm.
Well, someone should be reaching out to you soon, right?
The government will be concerned.
Unless it was the government that killed him.
You don't really think that.
[Kris] Do you have a more plausible suspect?
I don't wanna say this too strongly,
but I think the cops need to look at Will.
He called me about 97 times last night looking for you,
and he's the first person I can think of who's delighted
that Ritchie is out of your life.
I don't think he has it in him.
[light knocking]
[Cassie] Hey, come on in.
Mom, this is Kris, Ritchie's wife.
Hello, Mrs... Kemp?
[Cassie] That boy loved the water.
Was he still like that?
Um, yeah, he really enjoyed the beach.
-We went to Hilton Head a lot. -[Cassie] Mm.
[Cassie] I'm glad he found you.
You two were happy together, right?
We were.
I really loved your brother.
We should definitely use this one.
-[Kris chuckles] -[Cassie] Aw.
Um, listen.
You don't have to answer this.
I just wondered,
you and Dot-- When was the last time
you actually talked to Ritchie?
I wasn't sure how to tell you this
or whether to tell you at all,
and I wanna be clear,
I don't expect anything from you, okay?
About eight years ago, Ritchie called,
said he'd gotten into some trouble.
He needed money, bad.
I helped him.
Mom did too. More than she should have.
She cleared out her entire 401k.
And after that, Ritchie vanished.
And Mom was so sure he would come back, return the money,
but we haven't heard from him since then.
And now with me taking care of Mom full-time,
we're barely getting by.
He took everything, Kris.
[tense music]
[indistinct police chatter]
[Detective West] Justin, what do you got?
We got a nine millimeter semi-automatic,
consistent with a murder weapon.
I found these women's gloves that have some blood on 'em.
You've got all that down there?
-Yes, sir. -Beautiful. Just beautiful.
Put a rush on analysis. Let's go, let's go.
[Beka] Jennifer, the party planner has a question for you.
[Jennifer sighs] Thank you.
Let's do the lighting up there.
I think that'll be better.
Missing his own daughter's birthday party,
it's [sighs] unforgivable.
What shall I say if someone asks?
[sighs] Tell them the truth.
He's an absentee father
who doesn't care about his own family.
There was one other thing.
Does this vehicle look familiar to you?
[Jennifer] It doesn't look like something anyone I know
would drive.
As I thought.
It was parked across the way for over an hour.
Strange. Probably nothing though.
It was out of place.
So I got the license plate number just in case.
You're paranoid, Clyde,
just as my head of security should be.
[Brandy] You can't find his bank logins?
[Kris] No, I have to petition the probate court
to get control of it.
If there's money, I should give them some, right?
Wait, your money's in there, right?
-[Kris] Yeah. -Thank goodness.
Honestly, this tracks.
Well, what does that mean?
I always thought Ritchie was shady.
I mean, he wanted us to sell the business so bad,
he could work that into a conversation
about a local sushi place, I swear.
I'm sorry. My only concern is you.
I know.
Anything from the cops? They talked to Will?
If so, they're definitely not sharing it with me.
You need to tell them, Kris,
about how bad he wants you back
and what happened between y'all
in case they find out, you
want them to have heard it from you.
[Kris] Right, tell them how I slept with my ex
while married to Ritchie?
Girl, hell no!
And Will's not gonna say anything either.
It happened once, it was nothing.
Did Ritchie find out?
What if will killed him though?
I think that one time opened a door in his mind
getting back with you.
I mean, he's an angry, impulsive guy.
He drinks like a fish.
The cops at least need to see if he has an alibi.
It had something to do with his job.
That's much more plausible.
I need to get the damn house back.
Surely you're not thinking about staying there.
[Kris] No, no, I just need to check something.
This clock.
You want to check a clock?
[Kris] Yeah, it's the only thing
Ritchie brought when he moved in.
Just some suitcases and this basic clock.
He liked it. I didn't think too much of it,
but now I keep thinking back to how weird it really was.
This stupid clock,
but there's definitely something to it.
Well, the body should be released by Wednesday.
At least that's what they tell me.
There's one last thing.
Ms. Kemp, I received your request
for military honors at the memorial.
The thing is, the VA says they have no record
of your brother serving in The Air Force.
How is that possible?
I visited him at the base in college,
I saw him in his uniform.
I did too, at least in photos.
[funeral director] Oh, I'm sorry.
I, I had them double check.
Richard John Kemp never served in any branch
of the military.
[mysterious music]
-[car engine rumbling] -[car door opens]
What are you doing? You following me?
I was going to your house
and I spotted you on your way out of the neighborhood.
But I need to know what you were doing Thursday night
for my own sense of peace.
Oh, I see. You back in busy body mode,
and now you think I shot him.
[Brandy] Kris called me half an hour ago
and said that Ritchie's story
about being in the military was bogus.
-You're an ex-Marine-- - Former Marine.
[Brandy] Well, maybe you found out
and stolen valor was the final straw.
What are you talking about?
Maybe you couldn't stand the idea of Kris
being with Ritchie.
I know you wanted to reconcile,
which is never going to happen, by the way, ever.
You don't know a damn thing about us!
Hey, what the hell?
I was at a meeting Thursday night, okay?
[Brandy] At night? You are a terrible liar.
An AA meeting, Brandy!
I go to the Episcopal church meeting on Briarwood.
My sponsor's name is Rex.
Feel free to check it out, Nancy Drew.
[gentle brooding music]
[suspenseful music]
-[keys jangling] -[door rattling]
[Kris] Oh, I knew it.
-Okay. -[device beeps]
[suspenseful music continues]
-[beeping] -[Kris exhaling]
[door clattering]
-[officer] Show me your hands! -[Kris gasps]
[Kris] I just wanted a few things for the memorial.
[Detective West] You get the house back tomorrow.
I don't know what you were doing in there.
You could have been disposing of evidence.
Well, I wasn't!
I guess you didn't dispose of these either?
No!
Are they yours?
I have a pair like that.
Hmm.
They were found in a storm drain right next to your house,
covered with gunshot residue and spattered with blood,
right next to a handgun that I'm guessing
is gonna match the bullet that killed Ritchie Kemp.
We're running DNA on the gloves, presumably your gloves now.
I'll have the results back in 48 hours at most.
I'm gonna let you go for now.
[grim music]
One more thing.
What state were you and your husband married in?
Georgia. Why?
Just curious.
[tense music]
[Kris] Someone is setting me up.
They think they found the gun that killed Ritchie
with my gloves.
They're testing the DNA from them now.
[phone ringing]
Hang on a sec.
Oh, it's the PI you found.
Hello?
[inspector] Hi Kris, I spoke to the agency's
employment verification office
and they have no record of Ritchie.
-Are you sure? -[inspector] 100%.
There's no world where an intelligence asset
could be murdered and the Feds wouldn't notify the spouse.
It's just not how it works.
Okay, thanks.
[sighs] Well, that's that. Ritchie wasn't in the CIA.
[Brandy] So next question is,
what did he actually do for a living?
Maybe he just traveled the world
spending his mother's money.
I sure know how to pick 'em, don't I?
I mean, this one bilks his family out of their savings
and lies to me about his job.
The one before that literally abandoned me
the night before our wedding and may have killed this one.
[grim music]
I don't think Will did it.
But I thought that was your theory of the case.
It was. And then I checked his alibi.
He was at an AA meeting all night.
And now that someone's trying to frame you with the gloves,
it can't be Will.
He wants you to play house with him, not sit in prison.
What the hell is going on, Brandy?
[tense music]
[pensive music]
[pensive music continues]
-[cup shatters] -[dramatic music]
[Kris panting]
[wood crunching]
[mysterious music]
Oh my God. Wow.
[mysterious music]
-[dial tone] -[Clyde] Yes.
Hi, my name's Kris Holland,
and I'd like to speak to whoever lives here.
[Clyde] Who is this about?
It's about Ritchie. Ritchie Kemp.
-[clicking and beeping] -[computer] Access granted.
-[gate squeaking] -[dramatic music]
How can I help you?
Do you know this man?
Did he used to live here?
Did you maybe buy this house from him?
-[door clatters] -[mysterious music]
Who are you?
Hi, I'm Kris Holland.
Jennifer Dweck.
And this is my head of security, Clyde.
Can I see the photo?
That's Richard, my husband.
[gasping]
When did you last speak to him?
He's away on work.
Why? Who are you?
[Kris] I really hate to tell you this,
but he's dead.
[Jennifer scoffs]
I swear. He was--
He was my husband too.
-[paper crinkling] -I found him two days ago.
Shot in our home.
We live in Atlanta.
I found his license with this address on it,
and I drove here.
[mysterious music]
Detective West of APD is handling the case.
[Jennifer] If this is true, why didn't anybody tell me?
I don't think they know about you.
I guess they haven't checked other states yet.
-I'm his wife! -And so am I.
You... married him in a ceremony?
I swear.
How long ago?
Two years.
And we met six months before that.
We've been married for five years.
Did he tell you that he was in the Air Force?
[Jennifer] Yes, Richard was a mobility pilot.
It's like being an Amazon driver but--
[Kris] For the DOD.
Yeah, he told me that too.
But it's not true.
The VA had no record of him ever serving.
My God.
[Kris] I assume he also told you about his... trips.
Yes, yes, the work stuff. The job.
[Kris] Also not real.
The PI I hired talked to the CIA.
The second you leave I am verifying this
with the authorities.
And I hope you do.
[solemn music]
Look,
I'm really sorry.
Who's Skye?
[baby cooing]
Would you excuse us please, Beka?
Oh, sure. Okay.
[mysterious music]
And he had this baby with you
while telling me it was the wrong time to get pregnant.
[sighs]
She really is beautiful.
This guy, he married you?
Like, did the ceremony?
[Jennifer] Yeah, he was a friend of Ritchie's.
Troy, I believe?
He married us too.
Guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Men covering for men. Tale as old as time.
Did you ever hear from him again?
Never.
[tense music]
[Kris screaming and sobbing]
[grim music]
Cancel the party.
-[phone rings] -[sighs]
Hello, Neil.
[phone rings]
[Detective West] Yeah?
Hi, Detective West, this is Cassie Kemp.
I was just calling to see if you had an update
on my brother's case...?
[sighing] Nothing I can discuss yet.
I see.
Well, I hope you can make an arrest soon.
I desperately need some positive news.
We're close, Cassie. I'll let you know.
Thank you.
[insects chirping]
[phone rings]
-Hello. -Hey, how you doing?
Not great.
Did you know Ritchie had another wi... house
in Greenville, South Carolina?
No. I had no idea.
How did you find that out?
I'll tell you later, it's a lot.
[Cassie] I was hoping we could meet in person again soon.
Is that okay?
There's something I wanna discuss.
Uh, okay, sure. When works?
Tomorrow afternoon. We could meet at your house.
Uh, okay. Sure, that's-- That's fine.
[Cassie] Thanks.
-[door violently clanging] -[Kris grunting]
[tense music]
[intruder] Don't make a sound.
[Kris whimpers and struggles]
[Kris panting]
[intruder] Where is it?
I don't know what you want.
[intruder] The money and the files!
I will put a bullet through you!
I have nothing to do with whatever it is that you want!
I need the money, dammit!
Okay, okay.
[bright music starts]
-[shoes clopping] -[Kris screaming]
[Kris chokes]
-[fist impacts] -[intruder grunts]
[slow dramatic music]
[Kris panting]
[Kris] It was a man, I could tell by his voice,
but face totally covered, and he drove a black pickup.
Okay. Make and model?
I don't know; it was dark!
It's not a lot to go on. [sighs]
[Kris] I'm telling you what I saw!
And you know what?
I got a very interesting call today
from a Jennifer Dweck.
Were you aware that your husband was a bigamist?
No, I found out today.
And you didn't let us know?
[Kris] I would've called you when I got home,
but I was a little preoccupied being accosted
the moment I walked in the door.
I have a theory.
You found out about Mr. Dweck,
you put a bullet in your husband,
and then you staged this whole break-in
to deflect attention.
Sound about right?
I was almost just killed, detective.
[light knocking]
What are you doing here?
I have a proposition for you.
How did you know I was here?
Clyde is very resourceful.
Did you find something out?
In fact, I did.
[mysterious music]
I finally went to see a divorce lawyer
the day that Ritchie was killed.
Imagine my astonishment when the lawyer calls me...
Hello, Neil,
...right after you left yesterday
to tell me that there was no marriage to undo.
The supposed officiant of our sham weddings?
Well, I found the officiant.
He's not Troy Smith.
He's Troy Patton, an ex of this bartender, Avelyn,
who worked our wedding.
I stopped by the country club and had a chat with her.
She gave me his address.
Your proposition. Get to that.
[Jennifer] I thought I'd swing by, see what Troy has to say.
I figured it'd be a little more interesting if you came.
Adds little drama.
[Kris] Look, I just woke up and I barely slept last night.
Someone literally tried to kill me.
-What? -[Kris] Yeah, this isn't a game.
Someone broke into my house with a gun.
Wow, I'm glad you're okay.
Now, let's go.
[Kris] You can call me with whatever you find,
but I'm not getting in that car with you.
[Jennifer] Drive yourself then.
Look, I know it's not a game.
This is difficult for me to say.
He wiped me out; my investment accounts,
savings, everything.
Did he do the same to you?
He didn't.
Well, do you know where he put my money?
[Kris] I have no idea. Honestly.
I will not let my daughter be collateral damage.
If my dream comes true,
I'll get a five-figure advance on a novel
that I thought was based on my marriage to a spy.
I was so worried that Ritchie wouldn't let me publish it
even after I left him.
What an idiot I was.
I need to know where Ritchie put my money.
Plus you need to stay out of jail.
You know I think you did it, right?
Oh God, yes.
[Jennifer] So I am willing to trust you right now
because I don't know who else to go to.
We can either figure this out separately
or we can figure it out together.
Your call.
What's our approach?
I was thinking good wife, bad wife.
[chuckles] Come on.
[light knocking]
[door rattling]
[Troy] Can I help you?
Do you know who we are?
Look closer, they'll come to you.
-Oh wow. -Yeah.
Did you hear about Ritchie?
[sighs] Oh man, yeah, I saw online.
I'm so sorry for your uh... losses.
[Both] Thank you.
Had you spoken to him recently?
No, it's been a while, since your wedding.
[Jennifer] Were you certified to marry us?
Of course I was.
Ritchie told me you two got divorced
by the time I married him the second time.
Who is Troy Smith? Was that your maiden name?
I haven't seen this.
Ritchie told me he was handling.
That's not how wedding officials work.
You file with the county.
[Jennifer] What kind of fly-by- night seminary ordained you
that you don't know this?
Ladies, I did it as a favor to Ritchie.
This was a million years ago, okay?
I did get ordained, online,
it was worse than defensive driving.
He said he'd handle everything else.
I thought I was being nice.
[Kris] Well, do you know who would've wanted to kill him?
I have no idea.
I'm being real with you ladies.
[Kris] You know what? I don't trust him.
Anyone who's been ordained knows
they have to be the one to file their certificate.
I agree. And did you smell that?
Ugh, yes. Gin, if I had to guess.
Dammit. Have you heard from Ritchie's sister?
She just texted me.
His "sister"?
How many secrets did this low-life have?
[Kris] Right? I didn't know about her either.
I told her she could come over later, she wants to talk.
Apparently Ritchie stole their mom's money too.
The mom is alive now!
-Oh, I need an Ativan. -[Kris chuckles]
Are they aware of--?
[Kris] Not yet. I just told her, apparently he had a second house
in South Carolina.
Technically the second house was in Atlanta.
I'm kidding.
Well, I wanna meet the sister.
Well come over to my place then.
I don't wanna be alone anyway,
not after yesterday.
[Jennifer] Was that you defending yourself
from the attacker?
[Kris] Oh no. It was me having a moment earlier.
Ah, I see.
Oh, thanks.
[Jennifer sighing] He had one of these at our...
my place too.
How did you get away from the guy?
The attacker?
[Kris] Well, I used the remote to turn the music on.
And when he looked over there, I made a run for it.
[Jennifer] Horrible. And you said he wanted the money?
[Kris] And the files.
I thought I was dead, honestly,
but I hit him with the candle holder,
and he fled, jumped in his truck,
and sped off like the coward he is.
Hey, what kind of truck?
-[thoughtful music] -[Kris] It was black.
[Jennifer] Clyde spotted a black truck outside my house too.
Damn, so whoever it is knows about both of us.
We've really gotta be careful.
So we know it's not espionage.
That was Ritchie's cover to keep us from asking questions.
Agree.
I thought it could be my ex, Will.
Hmm, he sounds lovely.
He's maintained an interest,
but he was at an AA meeting.
Now he is a hothead, but I don't think he's a killer.
Do you still love him?
No. No, not like that.
He called off our engagement 10 hours before our wedding.
[Jennifer groans]
That was until this,
the most painful stretch of my life.
That's when I met Ritchie, my savior .
And then we've got Troy.
I don't know why Troy would wanna kill Ritchie
unless he got mixed up in something with him.
There could be some motive.
Maybe Troy has my money... or he is after Ritchie's?
Right.
Anyone else?
You.
[chuckles] You're joking, right?
Write it down.
You must still suspect me to some degree,
so put me down too.
[doorbell dings]
I am on a hair trigger.
I'm so sorry for what my brother did to both of you.
And I'm glad you're okay, Kris. It's so scary.
If you get access to his accounts,
will you let us know immediately?
Since you know the marriages weren't real,
we guess they'd hand over the accounts to you?
Of course.
Do you know if there's money in them?
-We don't know. -There'd better be.
Mom's care is really draining us.
Kris here is the only one he didn't fleece, apparently.
-[Kris clearing throat] -Kris said there was something
you wanted to talk to us about.
[Cassie] Yes. Yes, I got some news about Mom.
She's gonna need 24-hour nursing care.
Unfortunately, Medicare doesn't cover a live-in aid, so--
Oh, Cassie, I'm so sorry.
I just wanted you to be aware.
Yeah.
-Here I sent you -[phone beeps]
a little something just to help hire someone
until we can recover the accounts.
[Cassie] Thank you. Thank you so much.
[tense music]
Tell me what was your favorite thing to do as a couple?
What made y'all tick?
Uh, you know, that's really hard
to talk about right now, given--
Of course. I wasn't thinking.
Well, I should hit the road.
It's good to meet you, Jenn.
[Jennifer grunts]
Oh, I'm obsessed with this brand.
You should keep it.
[tense music]
Thanks.
[Jennifer] I hate it when people call me "Jenn".
[Kris] Noted.
I'm headed back to Brandy's,
we really shouldn't be here anyway.
Does the address 602 Burbank mean anything to you?
Not at all. Here in Atlanta?
Yeah.
I was going through my bank accounts, absolute horror show,
and I noticed some anomalies
even before Ritchie drained the accounts.
Such as...?
Such as a $6,000 credit to Saks.
I mean, I shop at Saks, but I don't make returns.
Customer Service said
that it was for an undeliverable order.
It was for that address, but I don't know who
or what is there,
or why it couldn't be delivered.
Then we need to go.
Correct.
[tense music]
[Kris] Daylight would've been better.
[Jennifer] Oh, come on.
It's obviously abandoned. It's just a drop house.
[door rattling]
[Kris] What's this?
"To: Ray Smith".
-Open it? -Immediately.
[cardboard tearing]
Oh, burner phones!
This is getting more nefarious by the second.
[Kris] What do you have?
Something from a storage unit?
Dear valued customer,
this letter is to inform you
that beginning on the 1st of May, your monthly storage fee
will increase from 149.50 to 152.50.
Okay, so he had a storage unit, but where is it?
West Morgan.
Wait.
[key clinking]
This looks like it goes to a padlock.
To a storage unit, right?
Brilliant. Let's meet there as soon as it opens.
Let's do it, come on.
[pensive music]
[suspenseful music]
-[Jennifer] Oh, let me try. -[Kris] Okay.
-[metal clanging] -[key rattling]
-[both sighing] -Okay, I don't know.
Well, how much did that letter say it was going up to?
I don't know, $152 or something.
Okay, let's see.
It's not gonna be any of these.
At that price,
it's gonna be one of their larger units, look.
Oh, I should have thought of that.
[Kris] You're just not used to dealing with such
minuscule sums.
Hm.
-[key rattling] -[Jennifer gasps]
You got it?
-[Kris gasps] -[door rattling]
Well, there it is, the money.
-And the files. -Bingo.
-Excuse me. -Oh god.
Do you need something?
[tense music]
[gentle brooding music]
[keyboard clacking]
[dialer ringing]
[operator] Midnight Paris Boutique.
Hi, my boss was in there a few days ago, Will.
Anyways, he bought the Ultimate Serenity Gift Basket,
but he didn't get a receipt.
And because it was a gift for a client,
the accountant's asking for one.
Would it be possible to email me that receipt?
[operato Sure, I can do that.
We've only sold one of those baskets in the past week.
Great. As long as it has his first and last name,
which it should, because he bought it with a credit card,
that would be sufficient.
[operator] Here it is, Will Pearson.
That's the one.
[operator] What's your email address?
Oh, I have another call coming in.
I'll call you right back with that, thank you.
"Pearson".
[mysterious music]
I know it's not your favorite, but we gotta do it.
There you go.
Good job.
[grim music]
[manager] If it's yours,
why didn't you know the unit number?
We're sorry, the renter passed away.
We're just here gathering his belongings.
Mm-hm.
Okay, we need to get outta here right now.
[Kris] Wait, no. We should leave it.
Taking it just puts an even bigger target on our backs.
This is exactly what the guy I house wanted.
That guy is calling the cops right now.
But we just told him that this was our husband's.
No, no, no, no, no. You don't understand.
The police are gonna be here in five minutes.
If they confiscate this, we'll never see it again.
I'm taking half. Let's go.
[Kris] Oh.
[car chiming]
[suspenseful music]
[suspenseful music continues]
-[Kris] Call Jennifer. -[Kris panting]
[phone ringing]
[Jennifer] Did they see us?
Not the cops. The black truck. It's behind me.
Okay, follow me.
[Kris] He's gonna kill us, Jennifer,
what don't you understand about that?
I'm calling 911.
Don't. Follow me.
-Call Clyde. -[car phone rings]
-I'm here. -Okay, good.
I'm gonna be home in 17 minutes.
Get Beka and Skye inside the house.
You'll be out front.
That woman Kris will be with me.
Let her in.
[tense, dramatic music]
If there is a black truck behind her, deter it.
[engine revving]
[phone ringing]
West.
[technician] Hi, Detective.
I got your results on the gloves.
Blood on the outside, it's consistent with Ritchie Kemp.
Epithelial DNA on the inside,
consistent with Kristine Holland.
[exhales] Thank you.
[Kris] That's the kind of money people kill for.
What if that truck--
What if it's waiting when I leave?
Stay here tonight.
Clyde runs this place like Fort Knox.
I should just go to the cops.
-What's in there? -[binder clicks]
Ever heard of Holdenway Investments?
Never.
[Kris] Well, it's basically the most incompetent
investment firm ever.
All of these accounts have close to nothing in them.
Hmm, I'm sensing a pattern here.
Yeah, Ritchie was scamming more than us.
[Jennifer] Do you ever just feel so stupid?
What?
Do you feel so stupid for believing his lies?
Because I do.
I definitely feel like an idiot, that's for sure.
It's embarrassing.
[Jennifer] No, no. I'm not trying to say you're an idiot.
You're definitely not.
I just think it's stunning
how long he fooled us for.
Yeah, well, I guess we just saw
what we wanted to see, you know?
He had a way of making you feel--
Special.
Loved.
He saw me in a way
no one had in a long time.
[Jennifer] Well, there was one thing he couldn't fool us about.
What's that?
The sex. It wasn't great.
[Kris laughing] Jennifer!
It wasn't bad. I mean, I didn't think so.
Wow, I mean, your standards must be low.
I found it so boring
I actually considered screwing the landscaper at one point,
-but-- -Oh wow.
[Jennifer] Eh, that would've been too cliche for me to live
with, and say what you will, I'm not a cheater.
[Kris grimaces]
It is nice though, having one person
who understands this very specific situation.
Yeah.
Can you imagine the memorial?
[Jennifer] Ugh. Do you think I'm expected to go?
Nah, I'm not sure I am either.
Even my friend Brandy,
I know she just thinks I'm so blind
for not seeing all that Ritchie was, but she was right.
I'm sure Brandy's never made a mistake in her life.
Yeah, well.
So, Holdenway Investments has a website,
but it's basically one big red flag.
There's no physical address, no phone numbers.
I guess our suspect list just got a little bit longer.
He took all their money as well.
[tense music]
[Kris] Okay, thank you.
Same story. Geraldine, 89,
thinks she has millions invested with Holdenway.
She plans to put 12 grandkids through college.
-[phone chiming] -That's Brandy.
[Jennifer] Pure evil. And Geraldine actually has
$500 total.
So she was talking to Ritchie?
[Kris] I guess so, some young gentleman calling himself "Ray"?
This investor base
doesn't exactly fit the profile of murderers.
[Kris] So far all three I've spoken to...
are basically homebound.
[Jennifer] The nerve of that man.
The world is a better place without him.
[grim music]
Clyde's brother is taking the night shifts.
We'll have round-the-clock security.
These should fit.
Thanks.
-Goodnight. -Goodnight.
[phone rings]
-Hey. -[Brandy] Where are you?
I've called a million times.
The police came by the office today
and I'm pretty sure they have a warrant.
I told you! I'm at Jennifer's.
Why are you there?
Well, I have to figure out who's trying to frame me.
And clearly I don't have a lot of time.
[Brandy] It was her, Kris. Jennifer!
I found this old blog of hers.
She goes by a different name, Jenna Leighton.
The posts are dark.
They're all about a woman who resents her husband,
who's a spy.
She's a writer. That doesn't mean anything.
[Brandy] You should read some of this stuff.
I mean, she clearly wanted Ritchie out of her life.
You trust people way too quickly, you always have.
[Kris] It wasn't her.
Ritchie wrecked her life just like he did mine.
And it wasn't her guy that came after me either
'cause that truck was on my tail again
and she chased them off.
Well, unless it's a show?
Maybe that's what they wanted you to see.
Look, I love you and I appreciate
everything you're doing,
but I'm staying here tonight.
Be careful, okay?
I will. And I'll call you when I can.
[sighing]
[indistinct chatter]
Oh, there you are.
I was worried you'd left already.
"Worried"?
The info you asked me to research.
Nice work, Clyde.
Beka, it's beautiful out this morning.
Would you mind finishing Skye's breakfast on the patio?
Oh, sure. Come on, beautiful.
-Ooh! -[plate clattering]
I had Clyde research
who runs the Holdenway Investments website.
Look who it's registered to.
"T. Patton", as in Troy Patton?
[Jennifer] So it makes sense.
Troy and Ritchie were working together, not just to scam us,
but all the investors.
Then the partnership goes up, so Troy kills Ritchie.
He can't find the stash of money that he expected,
so it was hi in the black truck.
He was looking for what we found in the storage unit.
The money plus the proof of the scam,
probably kept back by Ritchie as leverage.
I gotta tell you something,
I think the police have a warrant for me.
Clyde, please pull her car around.
Give me your keys.
-Did you turn your phone off? -[Kris] Yes.
This Troy thing, if we could just prove he killed Ritchie.
[Jennifer] I know. I will go back to his house again.
I'll see if I can get him to implicate himself
in the financial crimes, if not more.
I'll get it on tape.
[Kris] Wait, are you sure?
This is dangerous; Troy could be a killer!
Look, it's no secret that I wanted to leave Ritchie.
And honestly, I'm not that broken up that he's gone.
But I hate injustice. I know that you didn't kill him,
and I will not sit by and watch you take the fault
for something that you didn't do.
[pensive music]
[Cassie] His name is Will Pearson,
and I'm almost certain they're romantically involved.
I couldn't find a photo,
but he recently purchased her a gift
at Midnight Paris Boutique downtown.
Oh, all right.
Well, I'll track him down.
This is very helpful, thank you.
If it was her that killed Ritchie,
she was in my mother's home.
I was in hers.
Wait, you've been together?
Yeah, gives me goosebumps just to think about.
Would you be willing to help us?
I'll do anything to help you find who murdered my brother.
Do you think you could get her to meet you someplace?
Someplace where we could be waiting?
The memorial is Monday, maybe there.
[West] Yeah, I don't think she's gonna make it to that.
By now she's already turned off her phone,
she knows we're looking for her.
Well, if her phone is off, how can I contact her?
If she reaches out, set up a meeting... and then let me know.
You know, she's friendly with Jennifer, the other wife.
That's an unlikely alliance.
[Cassie] I think it's possible they found out about each other
and plan this together.
Hm.
[West] Does, uh--
Does she speak?
Very rarely now. One word at a time.
Ms. Kemp? Ms. Kemp, how are you?
You. You.
She sometimes repeats the last thing people say.
Do you know this woman, Ms. Kemp?
[Dorothy whimpers]
[Cassie] Mom, it's okay. Shh.
It's okay, Mom.
I'm here.
You've gotta make an arrest soon.
I don't want her to pass without knowing who killed her son.
[melancholy music]
[Jennifer sighing]
Can you both hear me?
Yes.
If you need me to knock, say "nice".
If you need help, say "never".
Got it.
[Kris] And Jennifer, please be safe.
I feel like I'm in one of my novels.
[light knocking]
-[grim, dramatic music] -[Jennifer gasps]
-What is she doing? -[Clyde sighs]
We have to go, now.
-[Kris] What's going on? -He's dead.
[engine starts]
[Kris] I guess it wasn't Troy.
Whoever killed Ritchie wants everyone he knows dead.
I mean, we don't know that, Kris.
Troy could have been involved in all kinds of scams
with shady people.
Do you think it's a coincidence?
[Jennifer] Possibly. Yes, Clyde?
Ah, there's a Detective West here to see you.
[tense music]
[Jennifer] I haven't seen her since yesterday.
Strange though, right? You--?
You two chumming around like that?
[Jennifer] Is it? Seems pretty natural to me.
I mean, we both fell for the same guy,
both betrayed by the same guy.
[West] Well, would you know where she's at?
I assume you tried her friend Brandy's house?
Yeah, we did, yeah.
Would you mind if I just looked around real quick?
Oh, I would be happy for you too.
But unfortunately, I've gotta get Skye down.
I do appreciate your diligence, Detective.
I totally understand.
This won't take long, just a very quick walkthrough.
Clyde, please see him out.
[tense music]
What the hell did you tell the cops about me and Kris?
I didn't.
They knew about the gift basket I brought so that's a lie.
I have no idea how they know about that.
I didn't tell them anything.
Are you trying to get her arrested
so you can take over the company?
That's insane.
[Will] If Kris goes to prison, you'd certainly benefit though.
Get off my porch. You're crazy.
[Will] Yeah, well, if I find out you're the one
who said something, you better watch out.
Clothing, food, shampoo,
I don't know what else one takes
when they're going on the run.
Thank you.
Stay. You'll be much safer if you just stay here.
That detective knows I'm here.
It's only a matter of time
before he comes back looking for me.
You're breaking the law by letting me stay here.
If you go to jail, what's gonna happen to Skye?
He didn't want her, you know?
I thought if I had her,
he'd be around here more.
But I was dead wrong. He was so mad.
[melancholy music]
-No way. -What?
What are you doing?
It's a safe, we had the same one at our house.
That's how I found you.
Do you know the code?
We don't need a code.
It pops open pretty easy.
Picture it as Ritchie.
Wait a minute.
Hmm.
-[Jennifer grunting] -[wood smashing]
That felt amazing.
Do you know this address?
410 5th Street in Charlotte?
Not at all.
We're going there now.
Now.
We should pawn these.
Looks like no one's home.
Let's try around the back.
[tense music]
[key clinking]
[tense music continues]
[Kris] Who the hell is Brittany DiAngelo?
[Jennifer gasps] Look.
"Brittany, this is the end.
We had a good run, but I'm following my heart.
Do not interfere, you will regret it. Ritchie."
-Hm. -[drawer clattering]
Ugh.
[tense music continues]
-Kris. -What?
Come here.
Either Ritchie had bigger issues than we thought,
or Cassie isn't really his sister.
[Cassie] Don't be disgusting!
-[both gasping] -Cassie!
Don't move.
[suspenseful music]
-Brittany? -[Cassie] That's correct.
Ritchie's first wife, the only one.
Look, I had no idea. Neither one of us did.
Well, that's because our op sec was so good.
Tight as a tambourine.
I have to admit,
you guys got further than I thought you would.
I hoped I'd see you carted off to jail today.
I had to spoon-feed that stupid detective,
but I thought he'd finally do it.
Imagine my surprise when, instead,
you show up here, my house.
[Kris] Please put the gun down.
There's no need for that.
We didn't do anything wrong.
Oh, shut up. No one cares about you.
Ritchie didn't even love you.
He called you his ice queen, among other things.
You! You're the one that screwed it up.
Falling in love with his new mark? What a cliche.
He wanted you to skip town with him.
His version of "going clean".
If you consider living off of stolen money "going clean".
And you wouldn't even let him do that.
I stood by him for a decade!
I cared for him! I loved him!
And he threatens me with exposure if I go after him?
-[whooshing] -[dramatic music]
[Kris] Cassie-- Uh, um, Brittany!
Look, we're all here because of the lies of the same man.
All three of us!
Why don't we channel that anger in the right place?
No, it's too late for that.
You know too much
and too many people are involved,
including Dot, Ritchie's mom.
Poor thing. A useful prop.
Once I got her pumped full of narcotics.
I needed her for you to believe me.
Feisty old bat woke up at a very inopportune time,
-You. You! -but it all worked out.
And that idiot known as Troy,
he wouldn't have had to die
if he'd just been a little bit more stable.
He kept accusing me of having Ritchie's stash.
That's not what I cared about, not at all.
I've got a stash of my own.
[Kris] Look, Troy was a loser, just like Ritchie.
Let us help you.
Jennifer goes back to her life.
You'll never hear from us again, I swear.
Come on!
[Kris] I'm serious! Why let that scumbag ruin our lives?
Look, if you kill us, you'll be on the run too, forever.
Look, I didn't even love him, okay?
Ritchie played a role in my life.
I was still sleeping with my ex.
No, I think you loved him,
and he certainly loved you.
He wouldn't shut up about you.
I let him do the first fake wife
knowing the windfall was worth it.
Who cares if he bedded her a few times?
But you? You were different!
I guarantee you he would've gotten tired of me.
Look, he was a scoundrel.
Why should we ruin our whole lives over him?
Drop it.
-[gunshot booms] -[both grunting]
[tense suspenseful music]
-[both struggling] -[tense dramatic music]
[Cassie grunting]
Okay, I'll drop it.
Not a chance.
You had plenty of time to tell us
so that we could all handle this like adults.
-[Kris] But you didn't. -[Kris panting]
[dramatic music]
[Kris] So she tells me she hates the name "Jenn",
and then goes and uses "Jenna" as her pen name.
Jenna fits my author persona better.
She is not exactly me, she is where I get my darkness out.
The book is based on what happened to us,
but it is fiction.
I took some liberties,
-or "Jenna" did. -[chuckles]
Brandy.
Have the either one of you talked to Brittany
since she's been convicted?
A planted question, if I ever heard one.
[audience laughs]
I want everyone to hear what she told you.
My friend is alluding to what Brittany told me
when I went to visit her in prison.
I asked her if she regretted it,
and she looked me square in the eye,
and I swear these were her words.
She said, "My only regret was that I didn't shoot you also."
[Jennifer] A terrifying woman.
But she brought us together, didn't she?
And that's what I've been saying.
I lost a husband, but I gained a friend.
[Jennifer] And family. Skye now has a grandma.
-[Kris chuckles] -[attendees clapping]
Hey girl.
This is quite the reception.
-Maybe I should write a book. -[Kris laughs]
Thank you so much for coming.
I guess Will's a no-show?
[Kris] Oh, I asked him not to come.
He's a part of my past, not my future.
And the way he came at you
when he thought you told the cops about him?
Unacceptable.
[Jennifer] Good. You really deserve better.
Speaking of better,
I made an appointment at a fertility clinic next week.
Would you wanna come with me to pick out a sperm donor?
-You're going to do it? -[Kris chuckles]
-For real? -Yes.
[both laughing]
You're going to be a terrific mom.
Oh, and you're gonna be the best auntie.
Cheers to the future.
-A better, brighter future. -[glasses clinking]
-[crowd murmuring] -[both laughing]
[gentle brooding music]
[gentle brooding music continues]
[dramatic music]
[inspiring music]
-[projector whirring] -[dramatic music]