All language subtitles for Sight Unseen s02e04 Murder On The Dance Floor.eng

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[claps]

Do you want to join me
for dinner?

[blasting]

[screaming]

Active shooter!

It's fine.

It's really, really not.

[Leo] They say
I'm gonna be okay.

Damn well better.
Who else is gonna

tell 'em how amazing
I was in there?

[Sunny] You were always
so careful with your books,

so why is that one
out of place?

[ripping spine]

[crashing]

[screaming]

[gunshot fires]

[two gunshots fire]

[???]

[huffs]

It was there
when I went to bed-

I'm sure of it!

My anti-anxiety medication-

I take it
after breakfast every morning,

and I know
that I saw it last night,

and then, this morning,
it was gone.

[Tess] The way I'm hearing you
put away groceries,

I'm surprised

you can find anything
in your apartment.

You did just send in

your dead boyfriend's
hidden USB files

to the FBI.

That would throw anyone
for a loop.

The Mayo Clinic

says that you need
seven hours a night.

Are you getting
seven hours, Sunny

Per day or per week?

[chuckles]
Sleep-deprivation it is.

[Sunny]
Maybe you're both right.

I have been obsessing
over Rigby's research.

Should we have kept
investigating ourselves?

My hacker skills
can only go so far.

-[blow lands]
-[life force drains]

[video narrator]
Game... over!

[Tess, laughing]
Are you serious?

You suck worse than you did

when I would kick your ass
in high school.

Wait-wait-wait.
You were a gamer?

Yeah, every day
after school in grade 10,

Matt and I would have
these epic gaming sessions

in his basement.

You guys know what's crazy?

I still know the sound so well

that it's almost like
I can see it again.

Next best thing
to gaming,

since those days are gone.

Don't be so sure.

[phone rings]

[phone concierge] Call from
Superintendent Bennett.

Sir?

Get your tap shoes on, Tess.

We've got two bodies.

[???]

? There's something
in the shadows ?

[Sunny]
...And make a sharp right.

We're here.

Okay. Give me a scan.

You know, Jake and I

were comped tickets
to the ballet once.

Lasted 20 minutes.

Wait till he sees this.

Jake ain't here, amiga.

He got pulled into
the Detsky case, so...

you're stuck with me.

They are loaning us Owen Cooper
from the 14 Division for backup.

Come on. They're sticking us

with a hand-me-down
from the 14th?

Yeah, Bennett says he's good.

'Course, what's he gonna say-
"he sucks"?

-[chuckles]
-Hey, how you feeling?

Ah, it only hurts when I laugh,
so you don't have to worry.

All right. What have we got?

Brigit and Melinda Lamb,

45 and 18...

mother and daughter,

both very well-regarded
on the dance circuit.

Brigit is ballet royalty.

She's won gold
for her pas de deux

at the Moscow International
Ballet Competition.

[Tess] Somebody knows

a lot about ballet.

I know a lot
about a lot of things,

and Brigit is now
an instructor.

Melinda... her daughter
and star student.

Not a healthy mix, apparently,
since...

they're both dead

and Melinda's looking
like the shooter.

Two gunshot wounds.

Entry wounds
on the posterior thorax.

Shot in the back?

Yeah. No prints on the weapon,
except the daughter's.

One bullet

lodged in the wall,
three spent casings-

.9-millimetre,

and they match
the half-empty box

we found
in the daughter's gym bag.

So... daughter has
a 7 p.m. with Mom,

who pulls a Whiplash

and runs drills
for two extra hours.

Mom turns her back
to change the music...

daughter pulls a gun
out of her gym bag,

and- pop, pop...

puts two in Mom's back,

then points the gun
at her own heart...

uh, for a quick self-checkout
at 10:13 p.m.,

when shots were called in.

Security footage?

Uh, no one seen
coming or going.

Plus, dancers need
key cards after six,

and the last person to use one
was Melinda here.

-[pills rattle]
-What about the building?

No other entry point?
Exit?

None that we could find.

Where would she get a gun?

We'll do the trace test.

We'll review the evidence,
check with family-

but this is murder-suicide.

It's open-and-shut.

Why did Bennett call me?

Well, you'll have to ask him.

Just holler if you need.
I'll be around.

[Sunny] So, Tess,
what are you thinking?

That teenaged girls
rarely resort to gun violence.

Tell me what you see.

They probably missed something.

Um...

Wait. Wait, there's-

there's something on the floor.

To your left-
straight down.

10:00.

Some kind of tape.

Is that blood on it?

[Leo] It's "spike tape,"
for hitting your mark.

Most of it
got hit with blood spatter.

[Sunny] So where do you
want to start?

[Tess] Let's bag this tape.

We need more insight.

If there are
other family members,

I want to talk to them.

[Sunny]
Yeah, she has an older sister.

You seem pretty sharp
for three hours of sleep.

Matt's right.
I'm so tired.

You know, I've heard
power naps boost your mood

and improve your productivity.

Yeah?

Would you mind
if I just took a quick break?

You're not the only guide
on EyesUp.

Go get some rest.

I'd like to talk to you
about your mom and sister.

Can you tell me
about their relationship?

I mean,
our mom was no picnic-

[chuckles sadly]

...but, we always worked
through our problems.

So Melinda was never violent?

No!

She had a gun, though?

I have no idea
where she got it from.

Okay.

It's corny, but...

ever since I was a little girl,

I used to think of them
as flowers.

Melinda was a violet.

Delicate but sturdy,
you know?

Mom was a hyacinth-
show-offy, bold.

Violets don't kill.

Did Melinda
ever have any issues

with her mental health?

I'd never seen her so happy.

She was just invited
to the Prix de Lausanne.

That's... a big deal.

I can only imagine.

What about dating?

Did she have a boyfriend?
Girlfriend?

Not that I knew of.

Not that I would.

Were you two not close?

Not like
when we were younger.

I just, um...

I didn't visit much
after I moved out.

When was the last time
you saw each other?

Last month.
We spoke in Stanley Park.

I did most of the talking.

Was that unusual
between you two?

Was she somehow withdrawn?

She was in training.

A dancer needs focus...

so, I was giving her space.

Is that all?

Yeah, for now.

[Matt]
All right. Thursday. Bye.

Professor Alleyne!

Oh! Love what
you've done with the place.

[giggles]
That was a joke.

I can't see.

You got my message.

Yeah, which intrigued me-

especially the part
about not telling Tess.

Why?
What are you up to this time?

You ever heard
of "Night Assassin"?

Sure. Yeah.
My ex was a gamer.

Well, it was Tess's favourite.

I've been teaching myself
Moja-

it's this new software,
super-fast.

Game changer.

Anyhow, I've been using it

to modify the game
for the visually impaired.

And you need a guinea pig?

I'm in.

Yeah? Okay, well, be warned-

beta-testing is not just
one evening's commitment.

Fair warning-

I get paid in deep dish
and margaritas.

You got a deal.

[bang]

[gasps]

[panicking]

[???]

[???]

[car horn blaring]

[gasps]

[rumble-thud]

[bangs wedge in securely]

[Sunny] I shut the window.
I'm sure of it.

I don't know,
maybe it was the window washers.

No, the window was locked

from the inside,

and they're still dirty.

Okay, why don't you ask Kye?

Because he's visiting family,

and I don't trust
the new concierge.

Why are we back
at the crime scene?

What are we looking for?

[Tess] Never trust
an open-and-shut case.

I wanna check all the entrances
and exits again-

anywhere you could get in
without showing up on camera,

anywhere somebody could hide...

What about the locker room?

Ahead, to the left.

[???]

What is it?

I feel a draft.

So, it is possible-

[Detective] You're right-
breeze came from the hatch.

It was still cracked open.

[Sunny] Who's the new guy?

I'm sorry, who are you?

Detective Owen Cooper,
from 14th.

I've heard great things.

Wait.

Is it rude
to offer you a handshake

if you can't see my hand?

What?

You should try me
on high-fives.

Anyway, Leo,
what I'm saying is,

technically, it is possible

for somebody
to climb the catwalk,

hoist themselves through,

and run to the other side
of the building.

Where we did found
a security-cam blind spot.

Sorry.

[dryly] Doin' great.

Thank you.

Look. If someone did exit
via the roof,

that shows extreme foresight.

Yeah.

And an incredible
sense of balance...

like a dancer might have?

Okay, well, we know
Melinda had issues with her mom,

which still makes
the simplest explanation

the most likely.

Occam's Razor.

[Sunny] I like him.

So, the boyfriend...

What do you got?

Miles M- uh...

Miles... "Gatlin"-

got the name

from the other dancers
in the company.

Well, Melinda's sister said
she didn't have a boyfriend.

No. She said
she didn't know of one.

Trace came back on the gun.

Melinda's Colt

was registered
to a "Nathaniel Powell",

deceased since 2008.

No word yet
on a connection to the victim.

Could've been stolen
or she got it on the Dark Web.

Come on. Does Melinda seem
like a "Dark Web" girl to you?

It gets worse.

Press just announced it
as murder-suicide,

so I guess
our two favourite words

are "no" and "comment".

[thump]

The boyfriend's
not returning any calls

so he's officially
a Person of Interest.

Are we jumping the gun here,
new guy?

-Pun intended?
-There's no evidence.

Unless Tess's "mystery DNA"
theory on the spike tape

comes through.

Okay, Leo.

I want us to follow up
on all of the details.

Look, if you're gonna
phone it in,

just save us all the trouble

and do it from home,
free up some desk-

'Cause consulting
takes up so much more space.

Hey, hey, hey, guys? Guys?

I know I'm just
"Owen the New Guy",

but we gotta work together here.

[claps thighs]

How about a coffee break?

Everybody likes coffee, right?

Right?

I'm a "flat white" guy.

-Excuse me.
-Macchiato?

-Uh, do you know-
-Cappuccino?

...The Lamb murders?

We're not
speaking to reporters.

No, no. I'm not a reporter.

I'm Miles Gatlin-

Melinda's boyfriend.

[???]

I killed them.

He's fidgeting.

You're saying you killed
Brigit and Melinda Lamb?

Well, I lent
my grandfather's gun to Melinda,

and now two people
are dead, so...

I may as well have
pulled the trigger.

So much for getting our guy.

So you didn't actually

pull the trigger?

When did you give her
the gun, Miles?

A couple of months ago.

She kept badgering me
to get her one,

and I finally caved.

Why did she want it?

Uh, she said
she had a stalker.

Yeah, at first,
I was worried, right?

Made sure to walk her home,
but...

then she kept seeing things
that weren't there.

I think the whole thing
was just in her head.

Well, then why give her a gun?

Th-There was a big
ballet thing coming up-

the Prix de something...

"Prix de Lausanne."

Yeah.

I-It's a big deal,

and she needed her rest,

but she got stuck
on this whole stalker thing,

and she couldn't sleep.

[Leo] And you thought

a loaded gun would
give her peace of mind?

When did you two last speak?

Uh...

it was the day before yesterday.

We had
a long talk on the phone.

What about?

I broke up with her.

Okay, but I had to-

her mother
controlled Melinda's whole life.

It was killing us,
so I gave her an ultimatum-

stand up to Brigit,
or we're done.

So her mom was hard on her?

She was a monster
to those girls.

She controlled everything
in Melinda's life.

Her-Her friends, her clothes,
her diet-

even how she walked.

And it got worse
before the big dance events.

Whenever
Melinda would miss a spin-

-"Pirouette."
-Yeah.

Brigit would lash out

and it got under Melinda's skin.

She stopped eating,
started biting her nails.

I honestly think her mom

is why Melinda started
seeing bogeymen in the bushes.

And when all this was going on,

you... decided to walk away?

It was a bluff.

Right? Look, I-I just wanted her
to stand up to Brigit.

Look, I loved Melinda.

I could never leave her.

I even went to this stupid
ballet documentary

she was bugging me to see
last night. I-

Look, I-I told her

to take a stand
against her mom, okay?

But I didn't mean that...

Oh, my God, what did I do?

We've got
Melinda's browser history.

She was looking
at suicide hotlines.

That doesn't make her
a killer-

it makes her
a troubled teenager.

Well, phone records
also confirm

Miles's last call to Melinda-

96 minutes,

the day before the incident.

[Tess] So he could've
been lying about

whatever he was talking about.

[Leo] Or he could
be telling the truth.

All right, what do you think
about the stalker?

Well, no one jumped out
as threatening

on her social media pages,

so... who knows?

Could be all in her head.

So I just got back
from the Westmount Theatre,

where that ballet doc
Miles mentioned was playing-

Arpeggio:
Four Dancers, Four Acts.

[Owen]
Yeah, that's the one.

[Sunny]
Oh, I love that documentary.

So I met up with security,

and they pulled this
from the logs-

8:50 p.m., Friday night,

Miles is seen in line
for the movie,

the doc's almost two hours long.

And the murders happened
at 10:13 p.m.,

which puts Miles
at the theatre.

Yeah, but he could've
slipped out the back door.

And then he was seen

exiting the building at 11:11,
after the film.

Okay, all right.

So this does rule him out
as a suspect,

but I am not gonna rush this.

What more should we look at?

Well, the sister, for one-

there was something off
in her reaction.

That's tough.

People grieve differently.

You ever read The Stranger?

Albert Camus.

Thanks, new guy.

We took French
in 12th grade, too.

Okay, look, you guys,
have fun with your book club.

I'm gonna check in
with the sister again.

Okay.

You need directions
back to your desk?

So I've been messing

with this Night Assassin
enhancement,

where a smoke bomb
plunges you into total darkness,

forcing you
to rely solely on sound.

[footsteps]

Do you hear that?

Mm. It's more echoey.

Wait. Yeah, but that's because

you're in wide-open
enemy territory, right?

So you have
to step back or else-

[blade sings, flesh tears]

...that happens.

Footsteps? Is that all?

What do you mean?

I don't know- you could try
a "splash" for rain sound?

Uh, "leaves" for jungle terrain?

I'm sorry,

does it have to be
in total darkness?

80% of us can see something-
like Tess.

[gasps] Oh!

You should try a hybrid-

a gradient

of, um, of partially-sighted
perspectives or something, yeah.

[chuckles]

You staring at me?
That's very rude.

I'm just really impressed.

And I'm staring.

[Sunny] I can't wait to see

her reaction
to the photo I found.

Four years ago,

you were the apple
of your mom's eye...

and you were the one going
to the Prix de Lausanne,

until your bike accident
changed everything.

Is that why you and Melinda
didn't talk much anymore?

My relationship with my sister
is private.

Not while
we're investigating her murder.

If you think
I had something to do with this,

you're out of your mind.

What I think is that you know
something about her

and you're not telling me.

You're not a dancer-
you wouldn't get it.

Try me.

Ooh. You hit a nerve.

[Tess]
Your silence is starting

to look like obstruction.

I just lost my sister
and my mother.

I get to grieve how I want.

[chokes up] So unless there's
some kind of charge here,

this conversation is over.

[Sunny]
And she's outta there.

[Tess sighs]

She's not wrong.

Why do people lose their heads
over all this ballet stuff?

I don't get it.

So... let's fix that.

[Sunny] And then Alma...

dances across the screen...

and she pulls off
an incredible pirouette...

and she is bathed in the light

and the shadows of the stage.

[music ends]

I can't believe
I just let you

narrate an entire ballet
documentary to me.

It's not just "a documentary".

[clap]

Arpeggio:
Four Dancers, Four Acts-

you know, if Melinda wanted
her boyfriend to watch it,

it probably says something
about her.

What do you think?

I think
that's two hours of my life

I'm never gonna get back.

Come on.

None of it moved you?
Not even Pavlo?

Pavlo was fine.

I just don't relate to
what he does.

What is it about dance
that you just can't grasp?

It's too pretentious for you?
It's too rarefied?

[snaps] It's because
I can't see it!

Dance is visual.

And right now,

I don't care
about missing out,

but someday I might.

As a sighted person
who can't possibly know

what your experience is...

...I respectfully, and totally,
disagree with you.

Dance isn't just visual.

It's... [sighing softly]

...it's about sound
and movement and space.

It's not
just something that you see.

It's something that you...

feel.

[phone chimes]

[phone concierge]
Text from Leo-

"Lab results are in."

[???]

The lab processed
your evidence.

The bad news first-

all the DNA and fingerprints
belong to the victims.

And the blood spatter expert
examined bullet angles,

spatter patterns,
body positions-

and it all leads to...

ba-dum-ba-dum-
murder-suicide.

Did I call it or what?

[Bennett] But Rae also
took a closer look

at Tess's spike tape.

It contained traces of blood

from both the mother
and the daughter.

But the bodies
were 15 feet apart...

that's a long way
for spray to travel.

Okay, but there were
three bullets, right?

Two for the mom,
one for the daughter,

so it could be spatter from
that first, non-fatal gunshot,

from when the mom
was running away.

The sequencing analyses show

that the droplet that hit first

should've belonged
to the mother,

yet it was type O-
which matches the daughter.

Melinda was shot first?

You can't put a two-shot in Mom
with a bullet in your heart.

Which means
we got a double homicide,

and the murderer's
still out there.

[???]

[pop]

[smooch]

[???]

What? Who did this?

I can't get a read
on this new guy.

I mean, is he just really good
at playing dumb,

or- ow!

Hey, you there?

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

What's on your mind?

[Sunny] If I tell you,

you're gonna think I'm crazy,
and neither of us wants that.

[Tess] Try me.

[Sunny] Maybe later.

Good timing.

So, given the fact that this
is no longer a murder-suicide,

we're back at ground zero.

We don't know if Brigit Lamb
was the target,

or daughter Melinda,
or both.

Maybe we do.

This just came in from Tech.

They combed her social media
for the stalker Miles mentioned.

[Tess] Yeah, but I thought
they came up empty?

They did, but apparently,

they found something
using the Wayback Machine.

This is from two months ago-

posts from someone
named "Lycanthrope271".

"Your pique
is as empty as your soul."

[correcting him] "Piqu�".

"If I can't have you,
no one can."

"Swallow, swallow poison-

Melinda be gone,
Melinda be gone." Yikes.

Ah, there's nothing creepy
at all about that.

The posts starts about
three and a half years ago-

maxed out at a hundred a day.

And entirely erased
a month ago.

"Lycanthropy".
That's the werewolf one?

Look at the new guy
with the college degree.

Okay, we gotta get on this,

so how fast can tech
trace the register?

They're trying
to track the I.P.,

but the poster's
using heavy-hitter encryption.

It could be weeks.

[Sunny] Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Mm. I might have
something faster.

Echoes. Falling back...

falling back.

Softer footfalls and...

-[whoosh]
-Ha! There we are.

Safe.
[chuckles]

How are you this good...
already?

Ah, it's a skill.

Right, well, your turn.
Eyes closed.

Ugh... okay.

[game begins]

-[footfalls splashing]
-[Matt laughs]

I can feel you cheating!

No, that's- I'm not cheating.
That's not fair!

You're gonna make me
fall into th-

-[splashing]
-[life-force drains]

-...Swamp.
-Game... over!

Yeah.

You're gonna make me fall
into the swamp.

-Mm-hmm!
-[phone rings]

Uh, give me a sec.

Hey, Tess.

Hey. I need a favour.

Can you track an I.P.
for "Lycanthrope271"?

[knocks]

-One sec.
-Tess.

I just found our stalker.

His real name is Shane Calvert.

They're bringing him in now.

You want to work him with me?

Thanks,

but you did the legwork,
you take it home.

Nice job.

Thanks, Tess.

You too.

Hey, Matt? Can you track
his I.P. just to confirm-?

The name is Shane Calvert.

Shane Calvert.

I spoke to an old
high school friend

of Melinda Lamb's,

and she said that you used
to go to Melinda's recitals...

hmm?

And then send her
creepy drawings

of ballerinas getting
dismembered by werewolves.

Lotta blood,
lotta gore...

That's-
wait, hold on-

She thinks you followed
them home one night,

after they met for drinks,

although she couldn't
see your face in the dark,

but she said
Melinda seemed used to it-

like it happened a lot.

I never followed Melinda home.

But you did send her
creepy murder drawings?

Not to mention
harassing her online?

She also said
Melinda kept complaining

about things going missing-

her keycard, her slippers...

No! Th-That's...

Yes...

I slid into Melinda's DMs,

but that was, like,
three years ago.

You did a little more
than that, Shane.

Social media is forever.

Okay, so I popped off
a few nasty comments

when she rejected me,

but I stopped
after a couple weeks.

You've made over 1,000 postings
to Melinda Lamb.

[wham]

What are you talking about?

You are "Lycanthrope271,"
correct?

I haven't used that handle
in, like, three years.

Well, this says
you used it two months ago.

What?

Wait...

is somebody trying to steal
my screenplay idea?

Screenplay?

Yeah, it's, um...
Blood on the Dance Floor.

It's American
Werewolf in London

meets Black Swan-
it's gonna be, like, killer!

You wanna read it?

Where were you last night
at 10 p.m., Shane?

I was in Atlanta
for "Monsterama"-

check my passport.

Why don't I bring it in
when I bring in the screenplay?

Huh? How 'bout that?

[???]

Dude, you're gonna love it.
I promise!

[door slams]

It think it was
really generous of you

to let Leo take it solo,

even if it was a dead-end.

Well, Leo's a good cop,
he deserved it.

There's nothing more satisfying
than taking down the bad guy.

You can say that again.

Man, I thought we had him,
I wanted it.

You know, I love

that it's still
a competition for you.

We're gonna get our guy.

[phone concierge beeps]

Call from Matt Alleyne.

Sunny, let me call you back.

Hey, I'm just
on my way home.

You may as well
head back to work.

Pulled that trace
that you wanted,

for Lycanthrope271.

First 11 came
from Shane Calvert...

the thousands after that?

Sadie Lamb.

Melinda's sister.

Sadie's avoiding your eyes.

[Sadie]
It was surprisingly easy.

I sent him a phishing email
to access his account.

I'm not proud of what I did,
but I wasn't in a good place.

Sadie, talk to me
about Melinda.

What was going on
between you two?

When she was little,
I was her hero.

I was the big sister, you know?
The star ballerina.

But Melinda also
saw Mom push me so hard

I would cry myself to sleep.

She saw me get cynical, but...

I don't know, we were still
pretty good until...

[Sunny] She's stopping.

Until the accident?

It was two days
before the Prix de Lausanne.

Mom had gotten
more and more controlling.

One of my friends
had a birthday,

but she wouldn't let me go.

She said that
something bad would happen

if I did,

so Melinda made me
promise to stay home.

And you didn't?

I snuck out.
I took my bike.

It had just rained...

and I lost control
on the way down a hill,

and I woke up
with a broken femur

and my ballet career
behind me.

How did Melinda handle it?

Not great...
but, with my career over,

I watched her get sucked
into Mom's web

and throw herself into dance,
just like I did-

until I became
an afterthought.

Turns out she was better
than I ever was.

So, you used
somebody else's identity

to tear her down?

[???]

Like I said,
I was angry...

...but I swear,
I didn't kill her.

Sadie, you sent over
a thousand posts.

Any prosecutor could argue

that you had motive
for both murders.

I was nowhere near
the academy that night.

I haven't gone back
since the accident.

So where were you?

Where I am every night-
at home, reading a book.

[Tess]
Can anyone back that up?

She's shaking her head no.

Don't leave town.
We'll be in touch.

I think she's held
something back from us

every time we've talked to her,
and...

she's doing it again now.

She's wearing
her pointe shoes too tight.

[laughs]
Okay, how do you know that?

Know what?

Pointe shoes.

Why don't you just say
"ballet slippers"?

Because that's
what they're called-

they're called pointe shoes.

And before,

it's like this stuff
just rolls out of your mouth.

If you haven't noticed,
I'm pretty good at my job.

-Oh, yeah?
-It's called research.

-Hmm.
-Oh, and speaking of which-

I was listening
to the transcripts

of your first interview.

That stuff about
her mother being a hyacinth

and her sister being a violet-

rang false to me.

It's textbook projection.

She's putting out an image

she wants to reflect back
on herself,

hoping we fall
for that feminine archetype,

but we all know the truth,
don't we?

Violets do kill.

[text alert chimes]

We just got a break.

Someone walking his dog
in Sadie's neighbourhood

the night of the murders

saw Sadie Lamb burying something
in her backyard.

And are we bringing
this someone in?

They used
our anonymous tip line,

but it's enough
to get a warrant.

We'll have officers
banging on Sadie's door

by the end of day.

[???]

[Sunny] Oh, my God.

No, it's just my imagination.

[???]

Oh, my God.

Who are you?

Come on.
Come on, come on.

[???]

Oh, God.
Who is that?

I can't, I can't.

[Bennett]
The anonymous tip was legit.

The seizure at Sadie's

turned up a key card
to the dance academy

wrapped in a bloody rag
buried in the backyard.

The rag's on its way
to forensics.

Card's been confirmed
as Melinda's.

Explains how she got inside.

So Sadie lifts
Melinda's key card,

and then Melinda gets in
with Mom's?

Gives a plausible path
to our killer.

Yeah, but she said she was
on good terms with Melinda.

Let's get some statements,
see if that holds water.

Rustle up
a few of Melinda's peers

for their take
on the sister.

If Sadie's our killer,
I want our ducks in a row.

[Tess] Yeah.
I'll talk to the boyfriend.

She's lying.

Yeah, Melinda
hadn't seen her sister in years.

And you know this
for a fact?

She specifically mentioned it
during our last call.

How... normally, a girl

would turn to her sister
during a breakup,

but they weren't speaking.

I never saw Sadie as a killer.

You know, if anything,
I felt sorry for her.

You know, her career being
cut short like that?

Yeah. Right.
Just like Pavlo.

Who?

The dancer from Ukraine?

[chuckles, confused]

The... guy with the two Corgis.

He had to send them away
when he got sent to the front?

Right. Yeah.
Yeah, the dog guy.

Sorry, I'm bad with names.

No, of course.

I-it's been
a long couple of days.

We really appreciate
you coming down.

We understand how difficult
this must be for you.

You know what?

Do you mind sticking around
a little bit longer?

We...

We could use your brain
to help us nail Sadie.

Okay.

Pavlo didn't have any dogs.
I made that up.

Miles did not
see that documentary,

or if he did,
he didn't see the whole thing.

Maybe he was getting popcorn.

For 30 minutes?

If he was trying
to understand the girl he loved,

why would he skip an entire act?

So what, you think
he slipped out the back,

wedged the door,
ran to the academy,

murdered two people,
and ran back, in 30 minutes?

It's a possibility.

If we're taking this
for a walk,

we're saying this guy's
one calculated piece of work.

He played that crime scene
like a maestro.

Okay, which means
we need to be smarter.

Okay, he knew
to shoot his girlfriend first,

he knew to catch her
by surprise, up close,

to make the spatter
play for suicide.

He knew how to play
the anonymous tip line

to lead us to the evidence
that he planted.

Well, looks like we'll be
pulling some overtime tonight.

Any objections?

-No.
-All right.

Tess, keep that kid talking
as long as you can.

Let's nail this bastard.

[Tess] Yeah.

-Yeah, you do,

but I had fun,

and I hope Tess appreciates it

when you surprise her
with the game.

You should come.

Really?

Uh, I was sensing
a romantic play at hand.

Well, you're right
about the play,

just wrong about the person.

I see.

Mm-hmm? [chuckles]

You don't have a thing
for blind girls, do you?

-Is that a thing?
-Yeah! I just don't want

to waste my time with somebody
emotionally unavailable.

Trust me.

Me and Tess, we had our shot.

We're just friends.

Okay.

[keys clack]

[???]

[Leo] That's right.

Well, I don't care
how late it is.

I need every CCTV shot

from Balfour to 26th,
on the 19th,

9 to 11 p.m.

[wheezing intensely]

"Just takin' it for a walk."

Sorry 'bout that.
Issues with another case.

Is your coffee okay?

He's nodding.
Looks bored.

He doesn't know we're onto him.

We're almost done here.

So... in the two years

that you and Melinda
were together,

how often
did she mention her sister?

Not often.

And...
you asked me that already.

[Sunny]
Or maybe he does.

Okay, between you and me,

the person we think
is responsible for this

has proven to be
extremely clever.

They have thought through
every angle of this crime,

from their alibi

to every detail
of the crime scene-

[knocking]

Hey! Sorry I'm late.

[door shuts]

I just did a run

from the Westmount Theatre
to the dance academy and back,

adding on the time it took

to access the rehearsal area
through the roof.

And what did
you discover, Owen?

Oh, you know, I discovered
that it took 29 minutes,

which is two minutes less
than the third act

of a very compelling ballet
documentary we all watched.

[scoffs]

Is this a joke?

Does it look like
we're joking?

The corner of Davie and Seymour.

Caught by CCTV at 10:31 p.m.,

barely 20 minutes after a gun
took the lives

of Brigit and Melinda Lamb.

Hoo... looks an awful lot
like you, doesn't it, Miles?

Well, hang on.
That's strange,

because you were watching
the documentary

at the same time.

[Owen] We also texted
your photo to a witness,

who confirmed
it was likely you

who followed Melinda home
last month,

not her so-called stalker.

Apparently, things were rocky
for a while.

Mm!
And Tech just sound-matched

the voice of
our anonymous tipster...

to you,

when you used a burner phone
to pose as the neighbour.

You know how many times
I was there for Melinda?

How many hours I spent
hearing her sob on the phone?

What, I'm supposed
to sit and take it

when her mom
convinced her to dump me?

Ha!

Oh, I knew it.

That's what I thought.

That 96-minute phone call
wasn't you dumping Melinda.

It was the other way around.

You see...

Sadie might've been estranged
from her mom,

but she still knew
her inner-circle...

and while you've been in here,

she was helping us
get statements

to confirm the real reason

her mom and sister
were murdered.

Brigit Lamb
was a deeply flawed mother,

but she had her moments.

Like when she convinced
her daughter

to dump her manipulative,
psychotic boyfriend for good.

[Sunny]
He's looking right at you.

I'm not gonna lie, Tess.
It's pretty creepy.

They got what they deserved.

No, they didn't.

But you will.

You're under arrest
for the murders

of Brigit and Melinda Lamb.

New guy earned that flat white
after all.

New guy did.

Love my job.

[???]

[Tess] You know,
I gotta be honest-

I can't say I was excited
to partner with you again,

but we did okay.

Since we're doing confessions,
here's mine-

I took ballet.

[laughs]
Yeah, that's a good one.

[Sunny] Uh, Tess...

Oh. You're serious?

Mm-hmm.
Three years, classical.

Quit when I was 12,

and moved to Modern.

But no cop has ever seen it
and no cop ever will.

Well, technically,
I can't see.

And technically,
you're not a cop.

My point is...

it's late,

and I know you wanna dance
in front of a cop.

Uh-uh.

So, bust a move in front of me,
you scratch that itch,

and it's like
nobody ever saw it.

You're good.

But not a chance.

[Tess chuckles]

Oh... Tess.

Tess, he's good.

He's, like,
really freaking good!

You want me
to describe it to you?

No.

I can feel it.

the intruder you were
looking for was you?

[Sunny] Yeah!
And the craziest thing

is that my sleep-walking self
left the apartment.

[laughs] Well, I bet
you didn't get too far.

Tess, are you even curious
where I went?

Because I am!

[sighs] I'm sorry.

I'm just not myself.

I just feel like
I am losing my mind.

I was distracted
during the entire case.

Sunny, come on.

You really think it's weird
you start sleepwalking

right after you find

Rigby's USB drive?

I mean, you've had
a lot on your mind.

And, look-

I hope you realize

Miles would still be
walking around

if we hadn't watched
that documentary together.

[notification chimes]

Tess...

I just got an email
from the FBI.

Okay. What did it say?

They're arresting
Rigby's research partner.

He confessed
to planning the hit.

He wanted to steal
Rigby's research.

Wow!

I mean...

are you okay?

[exhales]

Yeah, I guess so.

You don't sound too happy.

Hey, maybe at least
you'll stop sleepwalking.

I still saw Rigby die,

and I still
ran away from my life,

and I'm still so stuck, Tess,

I'm so stuck
in this apartment.

Sunny, we're all
a little stuck, Sunny.

It's about baby steps.

One foot
in front of the other.

[???]

[???]

[creature growls]

[game battle wages]

Sweet!

Matt, this is amazing!

I can hear everything!

Did you see that?

No, I can't see that,
I'm blind.

Oh, yeah!
That's right, that's right.

Yeah!

-[cheering]
-In your face.

I told you.

[???]

[???]

[Sunny] Where am I going?

? There something
in the shadows ?

[???]

? Cuts you like an arrow ?

[???]

? There's fire in your blood ?

? Hanging from that hope ?

? But everybody knows ?

? There something
in the shadows ?

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