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It's not ideal,

but it's about liability.

10 years, I wore that badge.

Nothing's changed.

With respect, Tess--

everything has changed.

I'm sorry.
Who are you?

Detective Owen Cooper,
from 14th.

Is it rude
to offer you a handshake,

if you can't see my hand?

Am I sensing
a romantic play at hand?

Mm-hmm.

25% of our tenants
are therapists, so...

maybe you could call one.

Hi.

You see his face

when you pointed out
that shell casing?

I mean, somebody had to!

And then you're like--

"Hey, we still catalogue
all the evidence

at the crime scenes, right?"

Put your glasses on, dude!

Quit showin' off.

It's not the Indy 500.

Hey, you wanna
get some chicken?

Chicken this late?

Yeah, chicken's for closers.

Suspected robbery
in progress, 1176 Pinewood.

This is Pinewood.
I'm already close.

You are a detective, remember?

A detective.
Patrol can handle it.

- Homicide 7 responding.
- Oh, my god.

Advise, I'm in plain clothes--
one minute out.

Am I ordering you
chicken, or not?

You're not joining me, partner?

- I'm 15 out.
- 15?

I'm gonna have this wrapped up
in a bow by then.

5'10! Dark cap, blue hoodie!

♪ There's something
in the shadows ♪

Three years back--

what do you remember
about the Josh Baker case?

Everything.

Jake and I responded.

We'd wrapped a homicide nearby.

Uh, suspect bolted,

and a couple uniforms
picked him up 20 minutes later,

based on my description,
while I cleared the house.

Anything else?

Baker had priors--
petty theft, drug charges.

His DNA was found at the scene.

He was trying to rob the place
and the homeowners fought back.

The wife hid,
husband was killed.

Attempted robbery, manslaughter,
open and shut.

Not anymore.

Tommy Linneman wants an appeal.
- Who?

Linneman?

That guy is an online diploma
in a polyester suit.

Regardless,
he's looking to overturn.

On what grounds?

Fresh evidence motion.

Apparently, aspects
of the original

police investigation
are being called into question.

You're set to appear
at the pre-hearing tomorrow.

The Judge'll decide if
there is enough to move forward.

Sir, this is a joke.

Linneman has a hard-on
for this department.

He always has.

Prepare yourself anyway.

Detective Cooper
transferred in from the 14th.

I've asked him
to help out.

Prosecutor's snowed under
until the hearing,

and Owen studied law
before he joined the Force.

No! Sir, no.
I don't need any help.

I remember every case
I ever had,

and I can read a case file
same as anybody else.

Mm, well,
not exactly the same.

I just thought you could use
an extra--

What, a "set of eyes"?

...pair of hands.

Hey! I brought croissants.

You don't have
any gluten allergies, do you?

So, what,
you're a lawyer now?

I was gonna be.

Uh, bar exam's pretty tough, though.

I don't do great
on written tests.

I'm more of a tactile learner.

So you use an app to see,
or--?

Yeah. Something like that.

What, some little guy's
watching a video, describing

all this to you, or--?

Why do I
have to be a "little guy"?

Or is it like a robot
or A.I. or--

Okay, she is a person,
and her name is Sunny.

That's very cool.

Hey, Sunny!

Mm! Tell him "hi" back.

She doesn't socialize
on the clock, okay?

I don't?

Can I ask you another question?

Not if it's about my eyes
or how I do my job.

Got it. No small talk.

How 'bout this?
This case is thin.

Baker was a client

at the widow's
haircutting business,

which accounts for the DNA.

He had some priors, sure--
nothing violent.

Added to which, the widow
can't make a clear I.D.

Usually takes a lot more
to put someone away.

Baker was a known thief
who I saw fleeing the scene.

He's behind bars
'cause he did it.

And I'm not saying he didn't,

but this lawyer's gonna try
to poke every hole he can.

Bennett said you had some issues
with him in the past.

Yeah. The whole force has.

Linneman hates cops
and loves attention.

Oh. Why don't you
walk me through the night of?

Officers arriving on the scene--

they saw Baker too,
or was it just you?

- Hey, you know what?
- What?

Your croissants
are really stale,

and I need a coffee.

Okay, what?

I can feel your look
through my earpiece.

Nothing.

I'm just... here to serve.

Anything you want
to talk about?

Oof, yeah.
We gotta up our coffee game.

This tastes like
a six-year-old made it.

Tess, the Baker case
was with Jake,

and he's been undercover
for a while.

It's okay to miss him.

There's my personal life,

and there's my job.

This is my job.

Right, and those two
never cross over.

Speaking of--

you know, Owen's cute,

in a "golden retriever"
kind of way.

So, is this a preemptive wall?

Cut off the cop-on-cop action
before it starts?

I'm not doing that again.

And hey! I can't exactly tell

if he's cute,
now, can I?

Look, if I'm defensive,

it's because I don't like
make-work projects.

Innocent people
don't run from murder scenes.

I mean, I did.

That's not what I meant.

Okay, I'm done for the day.

Let's just call it
and regroup in the morning.

Sure.

Sunny?

I noticed we live
in the same building,

but you requested
an online session.

Do you want to talk about that?

It's no big deal.

I just don't...
love going out.

You wrote "agoraphobia"
on your intake form.

Did I? Huh...

What would you most like
to talk about today, Sunny?

How subjective
is visual memory?

Like, how often
do we see what we want to see,

as opposed
to what's really there?

Mr. Linneman?
You can begin.

Thank you,

Your Honour.

Okay, you got this, Tess.

Detective Avery--

Uh, sorry. "Ms. Avery".

What is your current role

with
the Metro Police Department?

I'm a consultant.

I work with Homicide
and Major Crimes.

But 18 months ago,
the night of Mr. Baker's arrest,

you were a detective,
is that correct?

It is.

Would you say
you were a good cop?

What kind of question is that?

I'd say
I was born for it.

And can you tell us
what happened

during the call
that led to Mr. Baker's arrest?

I responded

first to the scene.

I saw Mr. Baker
fleeing the house,

where I subsequently found

Samuel Turner,

strangled
and bludgeoned to death.

About 20 minutes later,

uniformed officers
apprehended Mr. Baker

and placed him under arrest.

So, to clarify,

Mr. Baker was apprehended

based on
the description you gave

of the person you saw
running from the house.

That's correct.

Could you describe
that person for us?

Male, 5'10, medium build.

He was wearing a dark cap,
dark pants, latex gloves,

and a blue hoodie.

Okay. I see we've read
the same report.

But, you know, Emily Turner,
the victim's widow,

couldn't positively identify
Mr. Baker

as the man
who broke into her home

and killed her husband,

even though he had been

a client in
her home haircutting business.

In fact,

she says the person she saw
was wearing a dark-green hoodie.

Mrs. Turner also said
that she hid when Mr. Baker--

The person you believe
was Mr. Baker.

Mrs. Turner ran and hid,

so she didn't see anything.

Well, she saw
a dark-green hoodie.

Is there a point you're trying
to circle, Mr. Linneman?

Yes, Your Honour.
Yes. Yes, there is.

Ms. Avery,

you're clinically blind now,
is that right?

I mean, that's why

you're not
a detective anymore?

Yes.

I...

gave up my badge voluntarily
about a year ago.

What is the name
of your condition?

Leber's Neuropathy.

"Leber's Hereditary
Optic Neuropathy".

It's a degenerative loss
of retinal cells, Your Honour.

So, when exactly did
your vision start deteriorating?

Like I said,

I surrendered my badge--

That's not what I asked you.

When... did your vision
start deteriorating?

A doctor diagnosed me
shortly before--

Again, not what I asked.

That's when it got bad enough
to call a doctor,

bad enough to quit the job

you claim
you were "born for",

but when did
your vision loss start?

I'm not sure.

You're "not sure".

I saw Mr. Baker flee the scene.

I know I did!

How?

If you're not even sure of
when your vision loss started,

how can we be sure
it was good enough

to correctly identify the man
seen fleeing Ms. Turner's home

on the night in question?

Your Honour, this is
eyewitness testimony

from a police detective
who's losing her sight!

Are we really comfortable saying
this is enough

to put, and keep,
a man in prison?

Tess!

He's not just
going after an appeal--

he's going after you.

Hey! Linneman!

Oh... slow down, slow down.
Let's strategize.

What, I beat you
one too many times,

so you want payback,
is that it?

You beat me?

This isn't a game, Avery.

I'm here to serve
the interest of my clients.

The judge said the case
has legs for an appeal.

This isn't about your clients.

Your tone in there was brutal!

My tone?

What is this,
etiquette class?

You can't win in a fair fight,

so you want to infect this judge
with some half-baked theory--

It's called
"reasonable doubt"!

Hey! How you doin'?

Owen Cooper. Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

Tess, can I steal you away
for a second?

This isn't about work, Tommy.

This is personal.

You got your ego bruised
one too many times,

and now you want to throw
this out on some--

The physical evidence
was circumstantial!

No murder weapon was ever found.

Now, you want
to try to prove he did it

some other way, go ahead.
Otherwise,

I'd hardly call the timeline
of your vision loss irrelevant.

My whole career,

you took every opportunity
to make me look foolish.

Is this personal? No.

I believe in justice,

which is exactly what
I'm pursuing for my client.

Come on.
Let's get outta here.

We...

just got Baker's
phone records from prison.

Mostly calls with Linneman,

but there's also
a series of letters.

Fan mail from some P.O. box--

you know,
lonely heart-type things.

No signatures. Bad writing.

Second-grade prose.

We've got copies
of everything.

You know,
speaking of second-grade prose,

Baker checked out a book called
The Number Artist 28 times.

Trashy pulp best-seller.

Ugh, Leo is being
such a snob.

That novel is great.

It's about
this mysterious priest,

who basically uncovers--

I don't need a book report
right now.

Fine.

Okay.

There's files to your left.

Can you get a little closer?

Ah. So, Baker refused
to speak to police.

Witnesses were questioned
the night of--

Emily Turner...
the widow,

and...

"Tristan Marford,"
their neighbour.

Let's talk
to the witnesses again.

They're coming in.

Great.
Who wants to back me up?

They're looking at you funny.

What?

I need you
to take a backseat.

My entire reputation
is at stake.

No way I'm letting anybody else
take the lead on this.

Excuse me?
I'm not asking.

And there's a hell of a lot
more at stake here

than your reputation.

I'm getting serious
pressure from above.

This case gets overturned,

and all your past convictions
get looked at.

It jeopardizes everything
you've ever touched,

not to mention
your current consulting role.

This could put a stain
on the entire police force.

I saw Baker that night!
I know I did!

I was a good cop.

And you still are.

Badge or no badge.

But until this is over,
you're a liability.

Owen and Leo will talk
to the widow and the neighbour.

I need you
to stay away from this.

We'll call you
if we need you.

But if you could
just walk me through

what happened that night,

it would be extremely helpful.

The intruder just walked in.

Sam...

my husband...

must have
left the door unlocked.

He was always doing that.

We used to fight about it.

Then we heard the door.

Sam told me
to go into the bedroom.

That's when I heard fighting.

I tried to see
what was happening,

but I couldn't tell who it was.

But you knew
Baker's voice, though?

You'd cut his hair
before, right?

Once or twice,
but he was always quiet.

I've never heard him yell.

The neighbours said
they heard breaking glass.

No, I-I don't think so.

Uh, I don't know--
it's all a blur.

Mm.

Honestly, I don't even want
to remember it anymore.

How was your relationship
with your husband?

Good... and bad.

But when it was good,
there was nothing better.

And when it wasn't?

I don't want
to remember him that way.

I'm here because
I want justice for him,

and now you're telling me

there's an innocent man
behind bars,

and Sam's murderer
is still out there somewhere?

No, no. No.
We're not telling you that.

We just want to make sure

your husband's killer
stays in prison,

where he belongs.

How many different ways

can we go over
the same evidence?

I mean, the truth is,

without your eyewitness
testimony, then--

I know.

It's like a math equation
missing half the numbers.

I think
they call that "algebra".

I know what I saw.

My vision
was good that night.

I think Linneman
is trying to make me crazy.

Okay. So you saw the guy
bolt from the house,

in the dark.

Yeah!

But you also saw
the front door open,

so you called out

your description
to the uniforms,

and headed inside?

And then what?

They brought Baker back
based on your description

and you said--?

"That's him.
That's the guy."

Did you describe his face?

What? No, I--

He was running.

He looked...

right at me.

I don't know.

How would you
describe it, Sunny?

Mm. Right.

You think
I got the wrong guy.

No. No, that's not what I said.

They grabbed him
based on my description--

what if my description
was wrong?

I said "blue hoodie".

And Baker's was blue.

Emily Turner said
it was green.

Well, Emily was hiding.

What if Linneman
is right?

My vision loss
was progressive--

is progressive.

This was before that, Tess.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Before I got my diagnosis,

I just tried to ignore
what was happening to me.

I made excuses,
I canceled my appointments,

I convinced myself
I was fine,

until I couldn't.

That sounds hard.

What if that's what
I was doing that night?

Convincing myself it was Baker,
when it wasn't?

Because...

I wanted to win.

I wanted to be right.

No. No.
You would not do that.

You would not
make that mistake.

Listen, Tess.

We're going to figure this out.

Okay?

The way we always have--
together.

I gotta go.

I gotta think.

we're teamed up a lot,
and, um...

y-you know,
before I started this job,

she may have
messed up some paperwork,

and it could have consequences,

and she won't even
talk about it.

Why do you think
she won't talk?

Well, she's probably scared.

I mean, she could lose her job.
We both could.

Why would you lose your job
because your friend screwed up?

We're both sort of connected.

Tell me more about that.

You know, I was thinking

about what we were
discussing the other day--

about vision and memory.

So, it is possible

that you could see something
that you didn't really see?

Well, the hope is...

that we can trust
our own experience...

but...
yes, it is possible.

What do you think you saw?

Oh, not me.
My-my friend.

Are we discussing you
or someone else?

Someone else.
I just told you that.

I know.
I thought you w--

To get something out of this,

you're gonna have
to put something into it.

Something real,

about yourself,

otherwise,
there's not much point.

Okay, that's blunt.

This is talk therapy.

Let's talk about something.

Let's talk about
your agoraphobia.

Let's talk
about your PTSD,

or at least why you don't
want to talk about it.

Sunny?

Maybe it was arrogant
of me to think

I could ever even keep this job,
you know?

How am I gonna trust myself,

if I can't trust
my own damn eyes?

But you've always
been arrogant.

You know that.

You know, even back when
you could see perfectly,

even before
you had a reason to be.

It's one of the things

that makes you
so good at this, though.

Annoying, but good.

Well, thank you.
I think.

- You're welcome.
- But come on, guys.

None of this matters

if there is a guilty man
walking around there

somewhere,

or an-an innocent one
who's locked up somewhere--

Ooh--

- Hey.
- Come on, Tess!

I taught you how to pour
a glass of beer on day one.

I'll find napkins.

I hope you don't mind me
tagging along.

What? Come on.
What are you talking about?

You two are cute together.

What? What do you mean?

You think I can't tell
a cute couple when I hear one?

We're not a "couple" couple.

N-Not that I'm opposed!

I--
- Oh?

We're--
we're just seeing how things go.

- Yeah, sure.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, one foot
in front of the other.

Yeah, with a guide dog
leading the way.

- Mm.
- Mm.

So, you had
to defend your sight

in a court of law,
to a judge,

and this jerk lawyer,

and whoever
showed up to listen?

It completely sucked.

Being blind can suck.

I'm surprised
to hear you say that.

I know I seem
like a ray of sunshine--

"Cheerleader Mia--

champion
of the visually impaired",

but, some days,
being blind is hard.

Brave faces aside,
this world isn't made for us.

Right?

Crossing the roads,
answering emails...

hell, even pouring
a glass of beer--

it takes effort
and concentration

that a sighted person will
never, ever have to understand,

and, sometimes--

...that effort
can be exhausting.

But if you tell anyone,
if you say how hard it is,

you're a sad sack--

you can't do your job.

People think
that you're being difficult.

So yeah...

some days,
being blind sucks.

But if anything's
gonna to get better--

and it will--

...then we have to at least
acknowledge that.

I--

What did I miss?

Just girl talk.

Okay.

Oh, hey!

The delivery guy let me in--
I hope that's okay.

It's Owen... from work!

Okay, look, you don't need
to say "from work".

Right.

And what are you doing here?

So, when I was ten years old,

my brother locked me
in the basement

and turned out
all the lights.

I-I was down there in the dark
for almost two hours,

so, w-what I'm trying to say is,

I know
what you're going through.

That might be

the most ignorant thing
I've ever heard.

Yeah, I know, I know,
I'm just kidding.

I have no idea
what you're going through,

but this case is a mess,

and if we're gonna
crack it open,

we don't have time
for a pity party.

"We"?

Oh, yeah,
I brought the files with me,

because we can't do it at work
'cause of Bennett.

And... listen.

I promise, I'm not gonna
treat you differently

than anyone else.

Well, I can't see,

so you are gonna have to
treat me differently sometimes.

- Okay.
- Just like

we're gonna have to do things
a little differently

if we're gonna
crack this case, so...

- come on.
- Yes!

What about the two-year-old
door-cam footage?

Could be in the cloud.
What about the cloud?

Maybe Baker had bad eyes, too.

Maybe he knocked over
a giant potted plant

and that's what killed Sam.

Mm! "Mr. Magoo manslaughter"?
I like it!

I'm runnin' on fumes here.

Me too.

There's always
an answer, though.

Hey, you know,
I had this old case--

all these paintings got stolen
from this art gallery,

and there's no witnesses,
no leads,

but these hidden messages
kept popping up in graffiti

around the city,

and it led me to this priest--

Oh, wait a second.

Isn't that the plot
to The Number Artist?

Yeah!

Yeah. I grabbed a copy

when I found out
that Baker was reading it.

Then you and Sunny
should start a book club.

- Mm.
- So...

the autopsy said

that the victim
had bruises on his neck

consistent with
strangulation from behind.

- Right?
- Right.

But the actual cause of death
was listed as

"acute subdural hematoma",

caused by blunt-force trauma
to the front of the skull

by an object
with three points.

Maybe it was a trident.

The killer
could've been a merman!

- Hey, stand up.
- Hmm?

- Come here.
- 'Kay.

Uh, turn around.

Okay. So...

if I'm strangling somebody
from behind, right?

Mm-hmm.

Why the hell am I gonna stop

to hit him
on the front of his head?

Maybe Sam fought back?
Got away?

Okay, but...

there were no self-defense
wounds on Baker.

Nothing in the report,
nothing in those photos.

Maybe he...

knocked him out first,
and strangled him second?

So you strangle someone
who's already unconscious?

Right.

The more you look at it,
the more it falls apart.

Hey...

- Yeah?
- Hey, hey, hey. Wait.

What if
we're looking at this wrong?

What if the second male voice

that the neighbour heard
wasn't from the victim?

What if it was an accomplice?

So the first guy...

strangles the vic
from the back,

and then the second one
hits him from the front?

Mm-hmm.

And then
Baker doesn't say anything

because he's covering
for someone?

Yes.

I mean, it's not nothing.

We find that second guy,

we find
our missing puzzle piece.

How did we not catch it
the first time around?

Probably 'cause you were doing
what most cops do--

focusing on what you could see,
instead of what you couldn't.

release your breath.

Breathe in,

for a count of one...

Hey! What are we looking at?

Nothing.

I just called to apologize.

Hello?

Yeah. I'm-I'm...

I'm still here.
I'm just absorbing.

Well, look, I shouldn't
have shut you out like that.

I guess sometimes
it's just easier

to avoid things

rather than admit
they're happening.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

The truth is, I'm scared.

I mean...

if this case goes sideways,

my reputation is shot
and I lose my job, and...

without that,
I'm not sure I know who I am.

But it's a big deal
for both of us--

I get that.

We both stand
to lose something here, so.

Thanks.

I appreciate
that you said that.

Are you okay?

This really doesn't
sound like you.

Been a weird couple of days.

Okay.
Enough with the warm fuzzies.

Let's get to work.

Is that Owen asleep
on your couch?

Oh, I really hope so.
Hey! Owen From Work, get up.

We gotta make a house call.

We should get Leo
in on this, too.

The wife was hiding,
so she didn't see anybody else,

but maybe she heard something.

- Maybe we can jog her memory.
- Yeah, or maybe the neighbour's.

What is she doing here?

- Whoa! Whoa. Relax.
- What?

We were doing some
extracurriculars last night--

Oh?

Not that.

We think
that Baker had an accomplice.

Okay, listen.

The cause of death

was a subdural hematoma--
blunt-force trauma

to the front of the head,

but the autopsy also said
that there was bruising

consistent with
strangulation from behind.

How do you hit someone
on the front of the head

while you're choking them
from the back--

ergo, accomplice.
It was Tess's idea.

Thank you.

This isn't about Tess.
It's about all of us.

I mean, do you have any idea

how screwed we are,
if this thing goes bad?

- Whoa, Leo--
- Don't "Leo" me!

Bennett said
you're off this,

so I'm not telling you this
as a friend--

I'm telling you this
as a cop.

Turn your ass around
and get back in the car.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey.

No. It's okay.

I trust you.

All right.

What's your problem, man?

Let's go.

The night of the murder,
you said

you heard two male voices
yelling next door.

Do you think the second one
could've been an accomplice?

Don't lead him!

He can lead me
wherever he wants.

Um...

I-I suppose it's possible.

Would that be helpful?

Sorry. W-What did you just say?

An "accomplice"?

Yes! Definitely.

Half these prison letters

read like
a child wrote them,

and the rest is bad poetry--

"A bird in two fists,
a cage in the other.

A heart beats
300 times a minute."

"Ribs keep themselves closed."

What the hell
does that mean?

I don't know.

Maybe it's like
a magic-eye poster.

"Squint until
you see the sailboat"?

Sorry. Bad analogy.

You said Baker was looking
into houses the night before.

Did you see
anyone with him?

Yeah. I think so.

This is fun!

It's not supposed to be fun.

"Merman."

Oh...

you got a cigarette?

Oh, I deplore smoking.
Always have.

Why do you have
a glass ashtray on your shelf,

with three points on it?

Okay.

Heh. Um... look, that's not--

that's not what--
um...

I found it in the bush
that night--

- That night?
- ...And I just... took it.

I don't know why!
The police had found their man.

There's no harm
in taking a souvenir.

Okay. Wait-wait-wait. Hey.

We... could put it back.

Pretend...

you...

just found it.

Would that be helpful?

Owen, can I speak
with you a second?

This is a nightmare.

This guy will tell us anything.

He's not a witness...
he's an improv partner.

Yes, and he's got
a murder weapon on display,

like it's a bowling trophy.

At best, he's...
not credible.

At worst, he's a suspect.

What do you wanna do here?

He's willing to help out?

Let's take him
down to the station,

I'll call Forensics,

and see if he minds
them taking a look around.

Have fun.

Okay. So we still don't know
who's renting this P.O. box?

No.

We're trying to fast-track
a warrant with the post office,

but they're not
really big on expediting.

Call from...

...Superintendent Bennett.

Leo probably told on me.

Sir. Look,
I know you said--

What?

Okay. Uh, yeah,
we'll be right there.

Well...

I probably just found
the missing murder weapon

and possibly
the actual murderer.

What? What'd I miss?

It's Baker.

He wants to talk to us.

I cased the house

while I was there
getting haircuts.

Thought it'd be empty
that night.

But that man...

if I wasn't high,
I wouldn't have strangled him.

Definitely wouldn't have hit him
with that ashtray after.

I never meant to kill anybody.

So you were working alone?

I was an addict!

No one would touch me.

This is on my head.
All of it.

Two years inside,
and a chance at freedom.

Why tell us now?

Linneman just called me.

Told me it was looking good.

But...

...it doesn't feel good.

I haven't slept right
since this started.

I belong here.

I'm clean now.

I-I've been reading The Bible,
trying to get right.

If I were to go free on a lie,

I'm not sure
I could live with myself.

Well, that's it.

We won.

Yeah, so why don't
I feel like celebrating?

Because Baker was lying.

He was, wasn't he?

I mean,
maybe not all the way, but...

he definitely wasn't telling
the whole truth.

Do you think
it was the neighbour?

Nah. He's a fanboy,
not a killer.

The wife?

Maybe. Don't know yet.

Come on.

Have some bubbles.

I don't drink on the job.

It's 2025, no one does.
It's Sprite. Here.

Tess, the neighbour's DNA
was absent from the house.

He's the one who called 9-1-1, remember?

It was Baker.

He just told us.

So stop picking the scab
and take the W.

No. The math just doesn't
add up, and you know it.

Come on, be honest with me.
Does this feel good in your gut?

Who did it?

Who coerced my client?

This confession
never should've happened,

let alone
without his lawyer present,

and if anyone in this room

has any real interest
in justice,

you would've made
an actual case this time--

instead of strong-arming
a recovering addict

into betraying

his own self-interest!

If your guy's so innocent,
how come he just confessed?

You want to play that?

Baker claims
he's a man of faith now.

- Okay...
- It's all right.

Well, he hasn't met
his prison pastor once--

not one time.

He keeps his mouth shut
the whole trial,

through sentencing,

through two years
of incarceration,

and he opens it now?

When he's on the verge of having

his entire conviction
thrown out?

Explain that to me.

Maybe don't bully a guilty man

into leaving
his rehabilitation prematurely--

how 'bout that?

You people are--

you're really all the same,
aren't you?

You have this big talk
about right and wrong,

but all you really care about

is making the red names black,

and you call that a win.

You should be
ashamed of yourselves.

Bottoms up.

Yeah, but he's got a point.

I mean, we closed this case

on a conveniently-timed
confession,

not hard evidence.

Weren't we trying
to do better this time?

Did you just say
Linneman has a point?

What he has is an obsession
with jamming up the police

in general,
and you in particular.

At this point,
it's bordering on a fetish.

- Forget him.
- Well, okay, but then what?

Just pack this thing away
half-baked,

and get back to work?

We should talk about that.

In regards to your relationship
with the department,

moving forward,

we may have to make
some adjustments.

What kind of adjustments?

Why don't you take a few weeks,
get some distance from this--

I--

We'll figure it out
when you get back.

I think we could both
use some perspective.

Maybe I'll go private.

We can spend our days
catching cheating spouses

and thieving employees.

Mm. "The private eye
without the eyes."

Too much?

Nope. I can
see the business card already.

You know,
Linneman's a lawyer.

His whole job is to plant doubt
and win arguments,

and he's good at it.

I'm sure
we got the right guy.

I don't think
Baker's wrong for this.

I just don't think
we're all the way right...

like we're missing something.

That puzzle piece.

Excuse me.
I'd like to change destination.

I can't do this.

I can't have
any more police in my home.

I can't keep answering questions
about the worst day

of my life.

I close my eyes

and it's all I can see.

I'm not police anymore.

I'm just a private consultant
who wants

to see you and your husband
get the justice you deserve.

Is it true that you're blind?

I am now.

But I wasn't then.

Not when this happened.

All of Baker's priors

had him breaking into homes
when the owners were out.

But that night,

he walked through
the front door

of a lit house
with two people inside.

Does that seem strange at all
to you?

Yeah.
The whole thing was strange.

They said
that he was on drugs.

It should never have happened.

If we had gone out
instead of staying home,

if Sam hadn't
left the door unlocked...

if I had just tried to help him

instead of
hiding in the bedroom.

What do you remember
about Baker

from before that night?

I...
cut his hair a couple times.

He didn't make
much of an impression.

Not enough to I.D. him
in a line-up.

I'm not great with faces.

Me neither.

I just hope
that, now that he's confessed,

we can put this
all behind us...

again.

Call from Owen.

Excuse me.

Take it.

I'm just gonna clean this up.

Hey. What's up?

Listen, I thought about

what you were saying about that
wrong-in-your-stomach feeling.

I've got it, too.

What happened
to taking the win?

Oh, I like sleeping at night.

I went back
to talk to Baker again,

but he's back
to his vow of silence.

The whole thing's
bowling shoe-ugly.

Maybe he likes prison.

Yeah, or maybe he's just
trying to protect

whoever he's covering for.

Baker had a phone call today.

Now, they don't record
or monitor them,

but the guard said it took
about 30 seconds,

and I don't think
it was from Linneman.

Hey, Tess!

There's a book on the shelf

to your left,

shoulder height.

Keep going...

stop.

Tess? You still there?

Talk to me.

Yeah, I'm just checking out
a book.

Now?

The Number Artist.

Looks pretty well-used.

Feels like
she has a favourite page.

There's writing
in the margins.

W-Wait! Hang on.

Let me see what's on that page.

Some... instructions

for some kind of variation
on a cipher

called The Caesar Shift.

Tess. Tess, talk to me.

Uh, something about
a "Caesar Shift"?

Caesar Shift?

Why do I know this?

Baker's letters were in code.

The dates match

the ones in Emily's book.

They've been
talking to each other!

They used
the day of the month

to determine how many letters

of the alphabet
you shift

to decode

the first letter of every word.

So, first letter--

"I...

I love you."

Second--

"Stay...

strong?"

Emily was the second man.

Tess!
Get out of there. Right now!

Tess! Watch out!

Tess? Tess!

I'm on my way!
Okay? I'm on my way!

Tess, are you okay?
My camera's broken.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right.

Okay.

I'm gonna stay quiet.
You listen for Emily,

and when she gets close,

you grab her
and you don't let her go!

Stay sticky!

What?

It's what

my combat teacher says--

just try to get her talking

and see if you can hear
where she is.

Backup's on the way.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, that was--

that was nice of Baker
to confess...

...and protect

his secret sweetheart.

So... so, what?
You, uh...

you meet cutting his hair,
and you fall in love?

But you were afraid
of your husband,

so you come up with a plan B?

That's first-degree murder,
Emily.

That's the worst one,
by the way.

Good. Draw her out.

Emily, I can help you...

but you have
to talk to me, first.

It was self-defense.

Sam came home early,

found us smoking
in the kitchen.

If we didn't fight back,

it would've been me dead
instead of him.

Yeah. Yeah.

And, you know, then we have
Baker's latex gloves.

We're gonna have
to explain those.

Neither of you
had defensive wounds--

that one's gonna be tricky.

You see, if I'm a prosecutor,

I'm gonna say
you surprised your husband.

But I can guide you.

We don't play this right,

you're gonna have
all the time in the world

to write each other letters.

You won't even
need to use code.

Tess!

Tess! Just keep moving!

Stay wiggly!

Tess!

You're under arrest
for homicide

and aggravated assault.

Tess...

are you okay?

It's Owen.

From work.

Sorry for
running away the other day.

I guess being vulnerable
isn't my strong suit--

although my friend, Tess,
is even worse than I am,

so, if she can do it,
so can I.

This is all confidential, right?

Absolutely.

My...

agoraphobia

began

after I was framed

for murdering
my former professor,

who I was having
an affair with,

which resulted
in me fleeing Vancouver

and hiding in New York

under a false name,

using my estranged family's
generational wealth.

And at first,
I tried to ignore the situation

with a quickie marriage
to a man that I did not love,

but he grew tired

of my emotional distance

and "inability to go outside,"

so we got divorced.

Then I took a job
helping blind people online

and I got paired
with an ex-cop,

and, together,
we started solving crimes,

and we got close enough

that I actually started sharing
things with her--

but, like I said,

she's just really not that great
with feelings.

And then, the people
who killed my boyfriend

found me,
and tried to kill me too,

but that cute concierge
from our building,

who I kind of
have a thing with--

although...

maybe not anymore,

he helped me stop them.

But not before
I shot a bald guy,

who was looking for something

that my dead boyfriend
was hiding,

which turned out
this whole conspiracy thing,

I-I can't even get into it.

Anyway, blah-blah-blah--

there was sleepwalking,
and there was spying,

and I punched my concierge
friend in the face--

...and I
accused my neighbour

of killing his wife,

but it turned out
he was just sad.

Also, I think

I had a weird relationship
with my mom, growing up.

Normal weird,
not "icky" weird.

But I think it might have
something to do

with all of this.

That...

feels like
a good place to start.

Okay.

Your Honour,

in light of the new evidence,

and the charges
Ms. Turner now faces,

my client and I are respectfully
withdrawing our appeal.

Nice work.

How's
the Emily Turner case looking?

Open and shut.

Turner and Baker's letters
spell things out pretty clearly,

not to mention,
she assaulted me.

So, Tommy came
after the department,

and you gave him two killers
for the price of one.

How'd you do it?

A very smart friend
helped us.

Oh, it's, uh, it's not me.

Th-- That would be weird,
if I helped myself.

Well...

we're lucky to have you
and your friend around.

We'll see you
at work tomorrow.

Not if she sees you first.

Sorry.

Linneman's
out of the courtroom.

2:00, ten paces.

Oh, wait a second.

Oh, wait a second.

Hmm. He really needs
a new briefcase.

- Linneman?
- Oh, Tess.

What are you doing?

- Hey.
- Oh, hey.

What, you come to gloat?

Listen.

I think I've been kind of a jerk
to you in the past.

I was so caught up
in the wins and the losses,

that I couldn't see
what you were trying to do.

But I think I see it now.

I know you care
about your clients, Tommy,

and I know you're
a good lawyer-- you always were.

Maybe you just

got better at what you do.

I know I have.

Truce?

That's very nice.

But I still don't trust you.

I'll be keeping
my eye on you, Tess Avery...

which is one more eye
than you've got.

Was that really necessary?

Wow. He really does
hold a grudge, doesn't he?

These things take time.

I was probably pretty arrogant
to him back in the day.

"In the day"?

Totally.

Yeah, well...
after that slapdown,

he's definitely
looking for round two.

Yeah.

And I had his car towed.

What?

Well, he was parked
in an accessible spot.

♪ There's something
in the shadows ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Cuts you like an arrow ♪

♪ There's fire in your blood ♪

♪ Hanging from that hope ♪

♪ But everybody knows ♪

♪ There's something
in the shadows ♪