[Tag on video] She cares so deeply about each and every one of you.
She would like you to know that our marriage is deeply…
-[Greer exhales deeply] -…profoundly, and terminally fucked.
Yes, it is. [chuckles]
Absolutely right.
So you can all stop comparing yourselves to us, you can.
-And you know what? You can… -[line ringing]
Stop being the giant…
[Enid] I'm not available right now, please leave a message.
Hello, Enid. Um…
I've been trying you, and I'm now trying you again.
Um…
You're probably still recovering from yesterday,
as we all are, so… [chuckles softly]
I mean, how many women do you know
who would to frame their husbands for murder?
[continues indistinctly]
Tag's mortified.
He's committed to a publicity triage.
And I'd like it if we can all have a session this afternoon
just to come up with some sort of plan.
So give me a call back, would you, Enid?
Thank you.
[Tag] ♪ …never gonna make you cry ♪
♪ Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you ♪
You're all invited to our 30th! Thank you very much--
[Greer] Oh, God! Oh, no!
[audience exclaiming]
Hey.
Hi.
You're up early.
How's your head?
I wasn't that drunk.
[chuckles]
Hey.
It's early. Go back to sleep.
I'm just going out for a run.
Have fun.
[door closes]
[Greer] Right.
Wow.
Unexpected.
You two.
Um…
Can you just step out for a second, please, Benji?
Uh, yeah. Sure.
[Greer sighs]
Listen, um, forgive my bluntness,
but actually, did you ever…
Um, did Merritt, did she ever use drugs?
-No. Why? -Hmm.
Apparently she had quite a high level of barbiturates in her system.
Barbiturates?
She didn't use them recreationally?
[doorbell ringing]
No. No. She's not, um…
No. Definitely not. That is not…
No.
[door opens]
[Benji] Mom?
Mom!
The cops are here.
Good morning, Mrs. Winbury.
We'd like you to come down to the station and answer a few questions.
Yes, of course.
Let me get my bag.
♪ Lock me up 'cause I've been bad ♪
-♪ And I know I'll do it again ♪ -[siren wailing]
♪ Through lies, real lies ♪
-♪ We're gonna get real wild tonight ♪ -♪ Come on ♪
♪ Anything that feels this good ♪
♪ Well, it must be illegal ♪
♪ Must be illegal ♪
♪ Call us criminals, criminals, baby ♪
♪ Call us criminals, criminals, oh ♪
[all cheering]
[officer] Get the door, please. Thank you.
Go.
Behind you.
[officer 2] Come on. Yep.
-Dad? -Yeah, I'm… I'm right here, Will.
They're taking all of Mom's shit. Are you gonna do something about it?
-We can't, Will. -Why can't we?
Well, for one thing, they're the police.
But they're taking her computer. That's got all--
Will, can you stop asking questions, please?
-We need to call her team, the PR people. -We need to call a defense attorney.
Why would we call a defense attorney if she's not guilty?
Why don't you-- Why don't you just go get ready for your sailing thing, okay, kiddo?
-It's a race! -[Tag] Okay.
[Thomas] My dad won't lend me the money.
Um, I just bought a house in Aix-en-Provence.
So you have to start reimbursing me.
I know. I will, I will, I promise.
-I'm about to get my trust fund. -Mmm.
That's very lucky for you.
Isn't it?
[cell phone ringing]
Hey, babe. Yep, I'm just on the way back.
Wait, what?
And they took her computer and stuff? Why?
[Dan] Friend of yours?
[Greer sighs in exasperation] No.
-But you do know him. -Barely.
[Henry] Well, his name is Broderick Graham,
and, uh, he has quite a résumé.
Petty theft, assault, possession,
and lately, he's been running with a gang with known ties to the Turkish Mafia,
so that's heroin trade, I don't know, hits for hire.
"Hits for hire"?
Mrs. Winbury, we believe that you hired Broderick Graham to kill Merritt Monaco
and convinced Shooter Dival to pay for it
so he could shield you from blame and claim diplomatic immunity.
Ah…
[Henry] So you're not just gonna tell us what happened?
Because we already know.
Yeah, we, uh, have an APB out on Mr. Graham,
and, as you know, it's not a big island.
And we're working on getting around Mr. Dival's immunity, and we will.
Mr. Dival has nothing to do with this, and neither do I.
So you're wasting your time.
Huh.
Okay, well…
-Just excuse us for just… -One minute.
-We'll be right back. -Yeah.
-[Henry clears throat] -Yeah.
-Is Tom back yet? -What?
-Is Tom back yet? -I don't fucking know.
Yeah, uh, just send me his number.
-There's a million reporters out there. -Hold on a second.
-What are you doing? -I… I can't leave.
There's so many reporters, I can't even get out of the gate.
Sweetheart, you're gonna miss your race.
Can I call you back? Yeah.
[reporter 1] Why don't you have any comment for reporters?
[reporter 2] Where were you when the murder took place?
[reporter 3] Mrs. Winbury, how do you feel about all this?
[reporter 1] Any comment on the body found on your property?
[reporters clamoring]
Is your wife a suspect?
Hello, everyone!
Hi. I'm sorry, but you're actually on private property.
Is it true you were having an affair with Merritt Monaco?
All the way back to the road.
Just move back, please. Thank you!
Is Mrs. Winbury being questioned by the police?
[reporter 1] Why is your wife being questioned by the police?
[Thomas] Back the fuck up!
Thomas, where are you coming from?
Get the fuck out of the way. Move! All right?
Back up! Just get away from the fucking gate!
Jesus fucking Christ! Fucking jackals.
Please, just back away from the fucking gate.
[clamoring continues]
Try to remember you're on camera.
You gotta be tough with these guys, man.
Sure.
Back the fuck off!
Are you protecting Greer Winbury?
You heard him, fuck off!
-Thank you, sweetie. -Don't.
-The public is here to know! -Is anyone else in your family involved?
[clamoring continues]
The Winbury family is just not cooperating…
A run?
Really?
Would you stop being so fucking paranoid?
Your mom's being questioned by the police,
the press are jonesing for a hit,
and you're off sticking it in some French whore?
Abby, calm down.
I will not calm down! You calm down! You calm your dick down!
Whoa! Babe!
I would not do that to you. Come on.
I'm not gonna hook up with some crazy French lady my dad knows.
Babe! Come on!
I love you!
[scoffs] Abby, I'm not stupid.
I love you!
Abby.
Come here.
-I just can't fucking believe this. -[Karen] I mean,
she's not the first person I'd want to have a beer with,
but I don't think she's capable of that.
Well, I don't think so either,
but at this point, I don't know what else could have happened.
I mean, how could she have barbiturates in her system?
[Bruce] Honey, none of us knows anything right now.
I think it's important that we just not jump to any conclusions. All right?
-[door opens] -[footsteps approaching]
If you don't know Mr. Graham well,
why has he called your house nine times over the last four days?
Maybe he was looking for Shooter Dival?
I mean, Mr. Dival knows him well.
Well enough to wire him $300,000.
To what, though? To pay him to kill Merritt Monaco on your behalf?
[scoffs] Um…
Broderick's, he's an old associate.
I've known him for a very long time.
He called me. He was desperate. Desperate for money.
And I didn't have access to it at the time,
so I asked Shooter for a loan.
-Very generous. -Hmm.
When we questioned you the other day,
you said you went to bed at 1:30 the night Miss Monaco died.
But we have a landline phone call
from your office to Mr. Graham's hotel room at 3:08 a.m.
Now, do you often call your associates at that time of night?
Uh…
[exhales]
[Greer sighs]
[Henry clears throat]
-[cell phone ringing] -[birds squawking]
Can't I just tell the cops that I didn't know what the money was for?
I still don't. She needed a favor. I didn't ask why.
Then let's see what the cops actually know.
[sighs] These people have been like family to me. You know?
Like family.
[Dan] $300,000 is a lot of money for most people.
-Right. -[Dan clears throat]
Now, why did you want Mr. Graham to have it?
I've known him a very long time.
And Mr. Dival, is that why he loaned you the money?
Because he's known you for a long time too?
Ah, he…
He actually, um…
We're very close.
He gave me a loan because he knows I'll pay it back.
How close?
He's like a son to me.
Yeah. I mean, I… I have a son.
But I don't think he's ever done anything in his whole life just 'cause I asked.
Hmm.
[chuckles]
[Henry clears throat]
[line ringing]
[cell phone ringing]
Thank you.
-Hey. -Hi.
Um…
I'm really sorry about how confused I've been.
I haven't been fair to you or to Benji.
It just feels like…
everything's my fault and everything's going wrong and just…
[sighs]
I don't want to do this anymore.
I'm sorry. I…
I don't even know who I am right now.
But I know who I used to be, you know? I…
-I need to get back to that. -Okay.
[sniffling] I need to get back to the girl on the B Train.
I remember you.
You were right. That was me.
I know.
Okay.
[sniffles]
Bye.
[sniffles]
[birds squawking]
Oh, my God.
Bruce?
Bruce!
[sniffling]
[exhales deeply]
Mr. Tag, sorry to bother, but Miss Collins, I tried to tell her--
Gosia, darling.
-Tag! -Enid, how are you?
-I brought the cavalry. -Hi.
Uh, yeah, I can see. We've been expecting you.
Where's my Greer?
Uh, she had a few things to do in town.
A few things in town. A few things in town.
"Author Garrison Winbury,
person of interest in Merritt Monaco murder,
stranger than fiction."
-Jesus, who writes this copy? -Is this true?
They're just talking to her.
They came and took her early this morning.
They got her computer, her laptop. Total ambush.
Small-town police chief trying to make a name for himself.
It's… All of it, it's just grotesque. [chuckles]
Obviously, I mean, if we'd had some advance notice, we would've called you.
Of course you would have.
We just have to start from where we are.
-Let's dive in. -[Hyacinth] Yes.
No wrong answers.
Where does your gut go first?
You know, actually, I think we can spin the murder-suspect thing. It's very meta.
You know, we're actually more concerned about your revelations from yesterday.
"Revelations"?
What did I say?
That you and Greer do threesomes, for one?
-Oh, well-- -See, we sold you as the perfect couple.
Which is hot for your cishet monogamous demo.
Right, but not the perfect thruple, which is hot for Brad's demo.
Thank you.
Thruple?
Yeah.
[Tag exhales]
Oh, isn't he looking tired? Tag, you need to rest.
[Hyacinth] Hmm.
Yeah.
Sorry to interrupt.
You're not. I've gotten straighter answers from my kids after a class trip.
Deputies pulled this guy off the puddle jumper.
Lookee here. Mr. Graham.
Welcome.
I don't know what she's told you, but I didn't do nothing.
Carl, would you get Mr. Graham a chair, please?
Sure.
And you can, uh, you can put it right here near Mrs. Winbury.
Please, have a seat.
There you go.
Thank you.
Thank you, Carl. We're good.
[Dan exhales]
I am really curious to know…
how you two know each other.
We don't.
Right?
Then why did Mrs. Winbury have Shooter Dival wire you $300,000?
Well, that was a gift.
[Greer clears throat]
Okay, why would anyone gift you $300,000?
Because I asked very nicely.
You're out of your depth, Broderick.
Oh, look. We do know each other.
I want to make something very clear.
I didn't blackmail anyone.
-[Dan] Okay. -[Henry] Out it comes.
-I'm so glad you said that out loud. -Thank you for clearing that up.
-I'm gonna write that down. -You got that? Yeah, write it down.
"Didn't blackmail anyone."
-Got it. -[Dan] Good to know.
-They're taking the piss out of you. -You think?
[Dan chuckles softly]
We've all been under a considerable amount of stress
because of the, uh, accident
and postponing the wedding.
And because of that pressure,
I have given in to the very human weakness of, uh, an alcohol problem.
And weed.
-No. That's-- -We're just going to keep it simple.
Alcohol.
And?
[Tag] And I love my family.
I love my family. I love my wife. I love our marriage.
Because of that, I've made the very difficult decision
to spend the next few weeks reflecting and healing
at Promises, Malibu.
-No. Uh-uh. It's not relatable. New Era. -Hmm.
-The one in New Haven? -[Hyacinth] Yeah.
No, absolutely not. It's a shithole.
-It's supposed to be nice. -No, no, no. Thomas?
It's a shithole. I went there. Bad people.
-It's a rehab. -[Thomas] Yeah.
Can I tell them I'm going to New Haven and go to the one in Malibu?
-No. -Okay.
So, I think you should try it maybe without the drink in your hand.
-It's a good idea. -That's a good idea.
I wasn't going to have the drink in my hand when I do it--
-[Benji] No, I know, but it's a crutch. -Okay.
It's constructive criticism.
We've all been under a considerable amount of emotional stress
because of the accident.
Because of that pressure,
I've given in to the very human weakness of an alcohol addiction.
And because of that, I've made the very difficult decision
to spend the next few weeks reflecting and healing at…
New Era in New Haven.
-How many times is he-- -It's pretty rough.
It's great. Really good.
Yay!
[Broderick clears throat]
Right.
You know what I want to know?
What does he have over you, Mrs. Winbury?
Does he know that you murdered Merritt Monaco,
or did you pay him to do it?
[scoffs]
-[Broderick] Did you kill the girl? -Shut up!
No, please, don't shut up, keep talking.
Yeah.
That mean that I get immunity?
Huh?
Do you need immunity?
Do I?
[Carl] Hey, Chief.
-I got Shooter Dival and his lawyer. -Okay.
Don't drag him into this.
-He's got nothing to do with it. -Thanks.
Really, just let him go.
Someone's got to tell us what the money is for.
He doesn't know what it's for. It was a loan.
I had to pay off a fucking debt! A $300,000 debt!
Because this fucking idiot is my brother.
He has a gambling addiction.
I have been paying off his debts for years. This is the reason.
It's as simple as that. So there it is.
-[door closes] -[Greer sighs]
He's your brother?
What? Don't you see the resemblance?
[exhales]
-[door opens] -[Henry sighing]
[Dan] Okay, so, um…
What is your association with this Turkish gang?
-God knows. -I fix things for them.
Are you their errand boy? Get them coffee or some shit?
-I ain't no fucking errand boy. -No?
I do other things.
-Oh, please, no, tell us. -Right.
Well, it's not a gang. You know, it's not a gang per se.
For whatever reason, he owed them $300,000.
It's paid now, so hopefully he is grateful.
And there is no more coming despite this little visit.
Yeah. Thanks for that.
[Henry] Well, if it's not a gang, what is it?
It's like a group, innit? It's like an organization.
[Dan] Of criminals?
Right. So, what… What do you call
a group of organized people who do crimes?
I've got nothing to say.
-What did you say? -I've got nothing to say.
About time.
[Broderick sighs]
All right. Um…
I suppose that wraps it up.
-What about my fucking plane ticket? -[Henry] Listen…
You are lucky not to be leaving here in cuffs.
[Dan] Mrs. Winbury.
-You can go now. -[Greer sighs]
-Thank you. -What about me?
-Do you want me to take him with me? -[Henry] Yes, please.
-Thank you for coming. -Thank you.
Fuck!
-I did not see that coming. Nope. -Neither did I.
-Back to square one. -Shit!
[Dan chuckles]
-I, uh, I'm gonna talk to Shooter Dival. -Yeah. Yeah.
[door closes]
Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Dival.
Hopefully, now you can go and enjoy some of the finer things
that our island has to offer.
Thanks, but I've been here many times before.
Oh, really? It seems like such a long way.
From Manhattan?
Not really.
-Have a good one, Carl. -Yeah, you too.
[indistinct chatter]
This is the one that's getting maybe the most traction right now,
which I need you all to be prepared for.
[Thomas] That's not that bad.
[Tag on video] ♪ Never gonna say good-bye Never gonna tell a lie… ♪
-It's not great. -You want to hear that singing?
♪ …make you cry Never gonna say good-bye… ♪
-[Greer] Hello? -[Enid] Greer!
-[Will] Mom! -We're back.
[Greer] Hi.
It's all good.
This is, uh, Broderick Graham.
Broderick, say hello to everyone.
Yeah?
-Hello. -Well, that's who called on the phone.
[Greer] Uh, yes.
This is my brother.
What's he doing here?
-Your brother? -[in Polish] Jesus Christ.
-Sorry, this guy's your brother? -I didn't even know you had a brother.
Well, you wouldn't because, um…
[sighs] I never told you.
[Broderick] Of course. Why would you?
Broderick, don't even bother looking at the Monet. It's a fake.
It is?
Would you like us to leave?
-This seems to be a bit of a family-- -No, no, please. Enid, please.
Should I go upstairs?
No, no, no. No. I want you all to stay. Would you please just sit down?
What are you doing?
I will bring refreshments?
Um, not right now. Maybe later.
So, are we gonna sue the cops? 'Cause they can't just--
Are they saying you did it?
They didn't think that I killed Merritt.
They thought that, um, I hired a hitman to kill Merritt.
[laughs]
Which I didn't!
-Of course. -Of course you didn't.
-[Tag] Honey, I just… -Of course you didn't. It's just…
[clears throat] Honey, I just… There's a plan.
Uh… Barry and Cynthia have written a statement--
-Hyacinth and Brad. -"Barry" is fine.
They've written a statement that I'm going to read.
I'm gonna go to rehab and everything will be fine--
He'll do rehab, and then we will spin this whole cop thing of yours.
Small town, thirsty cop. Done.
It's gonna be fine. Everything. It's all gonna go back to the way it was.
Hmm!
No, it's not gonna go back to the way it was.
I'm not going back to the way I was.
Because, really, I've been living a lie, haven't I?
I'm far more colorful than that, aren't I?
It was a… It was a turn of phrase.
No, it was a threat, Tag. That was a threat.
So, boys, gloves are off now.
Your father and I didn't meet in a gallery opening.
-We met in a bar. -What are you doing?
What am I doing? I'm ripping the Band-Aid off.
-[Greer chuckles] -Well, Tom and I met in a bar.
[Greer inhales] I worked in a bar.
-I, um, sometimes worked in a hotel. -Sure you wanna tell this story in front--
-Yeah. I want to tell this. -[Tag] Where your mother comes from,
there weren't a lot of opportunities,
-and so she had to work. -[scoffs]
She worked very hard to support herself.
To support my entire family, as I've always had to do, as I still do.
But, anyway, back to the point. I was an escort.
-A very high-end escort-- -I had sex with men for money.
My brother organized the clientele, and your father was one of those men.
-Fucking gross. -Oh, my God.
I didn't pay.
[Greer scoffs]
-Come on, Tag. -Well, the first time, technically--
-Yes. Did he pay? -He paid.
-Yes. You did pay. Three times. -You paid, mate.
Three times.
All right? And now I pay for everything.
-What the fuck are you doing?! -What does that matter? 'Cause--
-This is our home! -No, I want them to keep filming.
Please, text, write, do whatever you want, because I'm not living like this.
I'm not living in fear of exposure anymore. Do you hear me?
I'm not living with your goddamn mess. I'm not cleaning everything up for you.
I'm done with your ego. I'm done with your bullshit. I am done.
Do you hear me? Done.
I'm not taking care of everything for everyone anymore!
I'm done!
I'm done with living the lie. So, there we go.
Phew!
That feels better.
[sighs in relief]
And I will answer any questions that you boys need answered
in the kitchen over a cup of tea.
And there is a book in this, Enid.
I've been working on it, and it's gonna be fantastic.
Of course there's a book. There's always a fucking book.
-Holy shit! -[Brad] All right.
Can I have my phone back?
I need to talk to you.
What?
Excuse me. Did you say something about snacks?
Need to talk to you for a second, okay?
Okay.
[breathing heavily]
So, just today your mom told me that she brought three pills out here with her.
What pills?
They're…
They're for euthanasia.
-Dad, what the fuck? -I know. I know. I know.
No, believe me, I know.
Honey, honey, listen to me, okay?
One of the pills is missing.
Mom looked everywhere, and she said she couldn't find it.
Just tell them what you told me.
Um, I… I didn't know until today about the barbiturates that Merritt took.
I… I brought these three pills with me in my toiletry bag.
Um, they were kind of like a security blanket for me in case…
things got worse quickly.
She was very careful with the pills, Officer.
She kept them separate from the other medications.
I had them in this little pouch,
-and there were three. -[Bruce] Little pouch.
But when I checked them…
there were only two.
And who else would have access to your medication?
-[Bruce] Nobody. -Anybody.
Anybody at the house.
Anybody?
What?
Roulette.
Prescription roulette?
Roulette? What's that?
-His brother, Thomas-- -[Benji] My brother Thomas, uh,
-steals pills. -[Amelia] He steals pills all the time.
What are these pills, exactly, Mrs. Sacks?
They're pentobarbital.
But just one wouldn't have killed her.
It would've knocked her out, though.
Where did you get these pills?
A young man in my cancer-support group got them for me.
You take three at once…
-[Henry] I see. -[Dan] Okay, thank you.
-Yes, thank you so much for your time. -Thank you very much.
[Dan clears throat]
It's okay, Mom. It's not your fault.
Not your fault.
You asshole.
You steal pills from my dying mother, you give them to my best friend,
-and she fucking dies? -What?!
Do you have any idea what a monumental piece of shit you are?
-What did he do? -Stop hitting me.
I'm talking about prescription roulette, you pill-popping, boarding-school fuck!
-Enough. -[Dan] Okay, hey!
Thomas, we'd like to talk to you. Why don't you come to the station with us?
Of course. Gladly. Let's go.
Just keep this fucking nutcase away from me.
-You all right? -I got it.
-What did he do? -Your husband's a fucking asshole!
How are you doing?
I'll never get to see her again.
I'll never get to talk to her.
I'll never get to tell her what a piece of shit I am.
Hey, hey, don't say that about yourself.
I… I can't help thinking that somehow I'm to blame for all of this.
You know, I knew how sick your mom was.
I knew how unsure you were, but still I proposed to you.
And then, you know, after you and…
I really wanted to label you "Women Who Lied to Me."
But the truth is, you're so many good things too.
You know, you're "Women Who Inspired Me,
Women Who Made Me Laugh So Much I Choked On My Beer."
[both chuckle]
"Women Who I Really…
Truly Fucking Loved."
You… You probably don't want this right? We should probably leave it here.
[both chuckle]
Okay.
I'll let you get back to it.
[lock clicks]
[pills rattling]
Ooh!
Nice.
Yes, I took her pill.
I take pills from everyone. Is that a crime?
Yes!
Oh! [clears throat]
I didn't do anything with it, so…
Maybe Merritt did after you gave it to her.
Why would I give it to Merritt? I thought it was an oxy.
I kept it for myself.
[Dan] Okay, what'd you do with it? Where'd you put it?
I don't know.
See, she died on your parents' property.
And if we can prove the pentobarbital entered her bloodstream
because of your negligence,
well, not only could you be liable, your parents could be too.
And I can't imagine there won't be a civil suit,
especially if she has any relatives who could use a few extra bucks.
You'd be surprised how quickly people get real sad
about an estranged cousin or a dead niece
once they find out she's worth a couple of mil.
Hmm.
Isabel.
-[Henry] What? -Oh, fuck!
What?
-What about Isabel? -Oh, fuck.
Yeah, this is all my fucking fault, guys.
So, my dad got Merritt a little bit, uh…
pregnant.
And then she wanted to keep it. Okay?
So I did what any good son would do, and I just tried to see if I could
make that situation just go away.
So… [clears throat] Here's what I did.
I took my grandfather's gun.
What?
And I found Merritt on the beach later.
Just listen.
Oh, God.
So, I was gonna just scare her a little bit.
Just tell her, "Hey, get rid of it," you know?
But then,
I felt bad, so…
-Thomas? -Oh, fuck.
Are you crazy?
You've got a gun.
She is gonna fuck everything up.
She's a stupid girl in love.
-Hmm. -Poor thing.
It's not going to end well for her.
That's for sure.
[clears throat]
I just decided to go home to bed.
I'm telling you, it was her.
She's always in my stash.
And she just had a drink with Merritt.
Yeah, but why would Isabel want to murder Merritt?
Money.
It was money, duh.
Uh…
Look, I owe her, like, two, two-and-a-half million.
She knows that I'm gonna get my trust fund when the youngest sibling turns 18.
That's Will.
Now, if my dad and Merritt had a kid,
the trust automatically resets,
and no one gets access to the money for another 18 years.
Plus, we gotta split it four ways instead of three.
So you do the math, genius.
[exhales] Two-and-a-half million dollars.
I might kill for that.
I'll just grab my phone, and a Coke whenever you guys get a sec.
[clears throat]
[chuckles softly]
[speaks French]
[in English] Are you some fucking morons?
This is your evidence?
You drag me down here like a criminal
because I indulge in a Xanax with my wine, my… My Chablis?
[Henry clears throat]
Oh, you sniff around every corner.
[speaks French]
[in English] Except the right one.
While the rest of us sit around reading airport books.
The right one?
You said we're sniffing around every corner, but the right one.
[in French] Qu'est que j'ai Vais dire…
[in English] Why would I kill for money?
Look at me.
Really.
I gave Thomas some money.
I gave him a lot of money.
But anybody who expects to be paid back by someone like him is an idiot.
No? Hmm?
Beautiful women don't kill for money, they don't kill for sex.
They can have these things anytime they want.
Women kill for power, for position.
To put a man in his place.
Is that what you were doing, putting Tag in his place?
Me?
I was not even there when she died.
So where were you?
[moaning in pleasure on video]
[Carl] The driver said they were both wicked smashed.
[Dan] And he picked them up from the Winbury house?
Yeah.
Gave them a ride over to the Sand Dollar.
[Isabel continues moaning]
Looks like they couldn't wait.
[indistinct chatter]
[imperceptible]
Hey, can you guys, um, look at this maid interview with me?
[keyboard keys clacking]
[Gosia] Mrs. Abby?
I don't work for her, but still she orders me.
Last night, Mr. Thomas didn't even sleep in the bed.
[key clacks]
Okay. Abby has told me that Thomas did sleep in the bed.
And we just confirmed that Isabel and Thomas were at the Sand Dollar hotel.
Didn't look like he was going home to his wife.
Yeah, but she clearly lied.
She could be embarrassed that her husband's having an affair.
No.
No, it's bigger than that. It's…
Okay, wait. There's more.
[Gosia] But still,
"Wash my sheets, Gosia."
"Wash my pajamas, Gosia."
"Wash my water glass, Gosia."
"Wash my water glass, Gosia. Use very hot water, Gosia."
[sighs]
I told her I washed the glass.
But I didn't wash the glass.
So, the morning that they found the body,
I was talking to Abby in the kitchen and she was washing a glass.
And she seemed very nervous.
Could that be the glass the barbiturate was in?
The motive Thomas laid out makes the most sense.
-Money. -Money.
With these kind of people, it's always about the money.
Right.
So, Forensics won't find anything on the glass.
What about that substance on the hair shaft? Tallow, was it?
[sighs]
[key clicks]
Fuck me.
Is this even an arrest?
Uh, hey, am I actually under arrest? [splutters]
Am I under arrest, or can I go get something to eat?
Could somebody call my wife?
Uh…
My sorority sister's mother-in-law is, like, this Korean cosmetics magnate.
Her skin is amazing.
It's because over there, you're allowed to use, like, baby foreskin and cow placenta.
So unfair.
-Hey. -Hi!
Oh, he's almost done processing, just finishing up some paperwork.
Oh, good. I think we've had enough of the air freshener smell.
Oh, yeah. Mine was yogurt.
Ugh!
Someone opened a Yoplait within 50 yards of me, and I'm just…
[both chuckling]
Um, so…
Did you know that Isabel Nallet loaned Thomas money?
I knew that he was managing her investments,
but if that's what she calls a loan, okay.
No, no, actually, he called it a loan, but yeah,
I guess he owes her, like, over two million dollars.
I don't get super-involved in our finances.
Right.
She takes pills from him. She's, like, "always in his stash." Jesus!
She's always into everything.
Tom's meds, Tag's whiskey, Greer's marriage.
You think Isabel was messing around with Tag?
I think she'll take whatever dick she can still get.
If that dick happens to be attached to someone else's husband…
[in French] Too bad.
Wow. Yeah.
Yeah, she's… [exhales]
The term my mother would use is, uh, "loose."
[in English] Hmm. Well, I don't believe in slut-shaming.
But…
there's no way she's tight.
[snickers]
Yeah, yeah. Ladies, lock up your husbands, right? [laughs]
It's a good thing yours came to bed that night.
-Thomas? -Yeah.
-Hi, babe. -Oh! There he is.
Yeah, yeah. Um…
The other day you said, um, you went to bed at 10:30,
you woke up a couple times,
and one of the times was when he came to bed.
-Mmm-hmm. Yeah. -Right. Okay.
-Okay. -Well, good to see you.
-Ready? -Yeah. Let's get the fuck out of here.
Stinks of fucking bacon.
Okay.
[Thomas] They didn't give me anything to eat. All day.
Can you fucking believe that?
[birds squawking]
So I'm sitting there across from these two cops,
and they're just floundering.
They're just brain-dead. There's nothing going on.
And it's so obvious to me that it was Isabel,
-because it's the trust-fund money. -Right.
-And you're about to turn 18. -What's he talking about? It was Isabel?
So Thomas was banking on the trust fund being released
so he could reimburse Isabel the money that she loaned him.
But that can only happen when, uh, Will turns 18,
-which is in a few weeks. -[siren wailing]
-Will, when's your birthday? -August 9th.
-Yeah. So… -[Will] Why doesn't he know that?
[Benji] With Merritt's condition…
-[Amelia] Because she was pregnant? -Right.
That would delay the trust?
By 18 years.
And the baby would be the youngest Winbury, so…
[Amelia] So it was all about money.
-[car doors opening] -[indistinct police radio chatter]
[Dan] Forgive the intrusion, Mrs. Winbury.
We have to conduct another sweep of the property.
Abby Stokes-Winbury?
You're under arrest for the murder of Merritt Monaco.
-What? -You have the right to remain silent.
-Anything you say can and will… -You can't be serious.
-This is a mistake. -No, it's not a mistake.
-[Carl] Hands behind your back. -You have the right to talk to a lawyer.
-I do. Call the lawyer, Tom. -Get back.
[Henry] And have him/her present with you while you are being questioned.
I can't go to jail, I'm pregnant!
Yeah, that's not a thing.
If you cannot afford to hire a lawyer,
one will be appointed to represent you before any questioning. If you…
Tom, do something for once in your fucking life!
…you can decide at any time to exercise these rights
and not answer any question and make any statements…
Oh, fuck!
[Abby] Hi.
Oh!
-Hi. -Brought you some cold-press.
Aw! Thanks.
[water splashing]
-I cut my foot. -Oh, no.
-Men are such assholes. -Yeah, tell me about it.
Can't trust them not to cheat. Can't trust them not to lie.
You really can't trust them to just get the job done.
You know?
It's true, if you want something done right,
you just have to do it yourself.
-I bet a woman said that. -[chuckles]
It's been helping me to have a cool swim before bed.
You wanna?
Yeah.
[sighs]
Why not?
[imperceptible]
Do you understand your rights as I have explained them?
No, I don't!
-You have the right to remain silent-- -[screams]
The right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you…
-[squawks] -Oh, shit!
Greer!
What the fuck?
[camera shutter clicks]
[Dan] Mrs. Winbury, would you turn to your right side, please?
[camera shutter clicks]
And to your left.
Back to the front.
[camera shutter clicks]
-Are we done? -Yes. You can step out.
[birds squawking]
[Tag] You know what's funny?
[ice clinking in glass]
It never occurred to me,
not even once…
that you might actually leave me.
[sighs]
You stay here.
I was gonna write the next one from the city anyway.
[Tag exhales]
You're gonna kill it.
I know.
[crickets chirping]
-Bye. -Bye.
-Where is Thomas? -Uh, in the house, I think.
Ooh!
Chloe, come on, give me back my phone. Give it back.
-Wait. -What?
It's a really cool Instagram filter.
Oh, my God, Instagram filter? Are you crazy?
You're just like everyone else in our generation.
-Oh, my God. You're so cool. -All you wanna do--
You know what, I am pretty cool, actually. I think out of the two of us,
if you had to decide, I think I am kind of cool…
Mr. Tag.
[chuckles softly]
Thomas! Thomas!
[speaking French]
-Isabel, I can't speak French, honey. -Oui.
-But it's not what you think. -[in English] You better learn.
-No, right. Wow. Coward! -Oh, shit!
-It was the fucking cops! -You are such a liar!
-They put words in my mouth! -My God!
-[Amelia] Look at that. He loves it. -[penguins honking]
Good job, son.
Good job, Elizabeth.
Thanks.
Ooh!
Don't be scared. I got you. I promise, okay?
[girl] Okay.
Animals can sense fear, so you gotta project confidence. Okay?
-Yeah. -Okay?
Don't be scared. There you go. Good!
You're a hard person to find.
Hi.
Not hard enough, I guess.
What are you doing here?
I came to find you.
I'm in London meeting with my publishers, and I've written something. Something new.
But I'm not giving it to them without your blessing.
You want me to read your new book?
I think you're gonna love it.
It's about you.
-About me? -Yes, it is.
[laughs]
You look terrified. You don't have to be.
[Amelia] Uh…
I'm sorry. I just… [chuckles]
I thought you were happy to get rid of me.
Oh! I… I was. I was dreadfully angry at you.
But then I started thinking about things and I realized…
Uh…
I was jealous.
Anyway, I've written it all down as a good writer should do,
so give it a read, and if you don't hate it, give me a call.
We can have some dinner.
I hope you call. I'd love to see you.
[indistinct chatter]
-[Amelia] How's Safi doing? -[girl] Good.
[Amelia] Yeah?
[children] Yes.
-You guys want to feed him? -Yes!
[Amelia] Yeah, okay.
♪ Lock me up 'cause I've been bad ♪
-♪ And I know I'll do it again ♪ -[siren wailing]
♪ You're the best I ever had ♪
♪ I'm guilty, I confess ♪
♪ Through lies, real lies ♪
-♪ We're gonna get real wild tonight ♪ -♪ Come on ♪
♪ Through lies, real lies ♪
♪ With you ♪
♪ Anything that feels this good ♪
♪ Well, it must be illegal ♪
♪ Must be illegal ♪
♪ So call us criminals, criminals, baby ♪
♪ Call us criminals, criminals, oh ♪
♪ Criminals, criminals ♪
[all cheering and applauding]