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-You're giving me a store key?

-Yeah, you earned it.

Where's the key?

This program
will scrape for any mention

of Chimera.

Debbie?

Call 911.

-They killed my Clara.

We believe
the driver to be Adam Jameson.

He is injured,
possibly disoriented.

I want full search protocol
in effect,

starting in a five-mile radius
and expanding out from there.

Alright, let's go.

-Hey, you should go home.

Take my car.
I'll pick it up in the morning.

-I'm happy to stay.

-We've got it covered.

-Okay.
Thanks.

Sam doesn't
need my help finding Adam,

and I really have no excuse to
staying involved in this case.

So why am I finding it
so hard to walk away?

-What the hell?

-Hey!

Stop!

Hey!

This
is excruciating.

I'm already regretting
reporting this to the police.

I'd rather just be
handling it myself.

-Hey.

I heard the call on the radio.
Are you okay?

Did you see anything?

-Yeah, I'm fine.
Um, I did see the intruder.

Black jacket; ski mask;

five nine, ten, maybe;
lean and fast.

-No sign of break-in.
Was it locked?

-Uh, yeah, of course.
-Security cameras?

-Didn't think I'd need them.

-Anything of value taken?

-Uh, not that I can see.

I think they tried
to get into the cash register;

when they couldn't,
they took their frustration

out on the display.

Look, you should get back
to the search for Adam.

That's the priority.

-You want to post
an officer outside tonight

to keep an eye out?

-No, it's fine, seriously.
Here, um...

Thanks for the loaner.
Thank you.

-Goodnight.
-Okay.

(V.O. The one thing
I held back from Sam

is that I'm not sure
if this is a random break-in,

or if it was just
made to look that way

to disguise the real purpose
of the visit.

Yeah, these are the fun kinds
of thoughts you get to have

when your past is a series
of compounded mistakes.

(V.O. I know for a fact
I locked that door,

so whoever broke in had to be
an experienced lock-picker.

But then why make such
a mess of the cash register?

-Hello?

Hi, it's June.

I have Doyle's prescription
refill, if it's a good time?

-Uh, yeah, yeah.
Come on up.

Nights are the hardest.

Cooking for one again.

And I'm not sleeping great.

I roll over and I see
an empty side of the bed...

-I can't imagine
what that feels like.

-Anyways, enough about me.

You seem troubled.

Is it just about the break-in?

-Sort of.

I'm just trying to avoid
an old problem.

Family drama.

Do you want to talk about it?

I can't.

I'm sorry.
I, uh...

I'm not very good at this.

Talking about myself.

-Well, I hope you know
that you can talk to me

whenever you want.

-Thank you.

God, I really wish
I could take her up on that.

-Well, Doyle seems to be
managing his meds just fine.

-He's doing great.

-So I should probably go.

I have a 6 am appointment

with a bearded dragon lizard
named Merlin.

-Oh, I wish my life
was half as exciting as yours.

I get to spend my early hours
with the Belles.

-Honestly, I don't know why
you're doing this to yourself.

-You know,
when you cut through the egos

and all the backstabbing,

there's actually
a real joy to just...

singing out loud.

-Come on, stop, stop, stop!

Come on, people!

The Christmas tree lighting
is almost here,

and you had this down yesterday!

-I think we're all just...

a little distracted.

The news of Adam's accident?

-I'm sure he'll be fine.

-I just hope
nothing bad happens to him.

-Focus, everyone!

We are actually singing well.

Really well.

Let's not lose momentum!

-You okay, Vera?

-What, this?

Too much sheet music
and too little sleep

makes for a mother
of a paper cut.

On another note,

Debbie will be
unable to join us as soloist

for the tree lighting ceremony,
which means--

-I accept!

-Which means that I will be
covering for her.

I have the most experience,

and the last time
I gave you a shot, Brooke...

Well.

Come on,
we're burning daylight here.

-Would you like to try a sample?

-There you go.
Merry Christmas.

-That was for sure
the busiest day yet.

-I think you might be right.
And it's not over.

-Hey, Dad.
I didn't ask for a pick up.

-I need to talk to Emily.

In private.

-So I checked the street
for security cameras,

to see if I could get a look
at the person who broke in,

but there was
nothing conclusive.

It's okay.

They didn't take anything and
the damage was minimal, so...

There was a break-in?

Here?

I can't help it if you have
your private conversation

right beside me.
Who broke in?

Um, it's nothing.

I didn't tell you 'cause
I didn't want to scare you.

Okay?
It was an isolated incident.

She'll be fine.

I'll talk to her.

-What about Adam?
Any news?

-No hits at any
of the hospitals.

Nothing from
the neighbourhood canvas.

We don't think he made it home.

I'm waiting on a court order
to grant us access,

but it's like he just vanished.

What about you?
How was rehearsal?

-Entertaining,
if not entirely fruitful.

Uh, Lance Mitford is giving off
some weird energy.

His prison tattoos suggest
there's more to him

than a smooth baritone.

-Lots of prison tattoos
in your mystery books?

-You have no idea.

-It's worth checking into.
Thanks.

-Oh, and, um, I saw Brooke
go red-faced for the first time.

It was chilling.

-I'll bet.

-I think it had something
to do with her persistent need

to be soloist.

I'm actually
kind of curious about it.

I should give her a call.

-Okay, I'll leave it to you.

Just...

be careful, okay?

The thing with Adam
has me concerned.

-Aw, you worried about me?

-I asked for your help.

That makes you
my responsibility.

-Yeah.
-I should go.

But I will check in
with you later.

-Yeah.

I can't have Sam
feeling responsible for me.

Not in any scenario.

Once this is over,
back to arm's-length distance.

It's better for both of us
that way.

-How much fun is this?

Oh, it's about time
we hung out, just us two!

-Right?

Just way overdue!

Yeah!

I am so glad that
I brought you into the Belles.

I knew you would fit right in.

-Yeah, you had another
reason too, though.

Hm, your plan
to take over as soloist.

You brought me in to provide
an extra vote in your favour.

-How could you say that?

-Am I wrong?

-No, but you didn't
need to say it!

And let's not forget how quickly
you cozied up to Debbie.

-Yeah, because she was actually
trying to help me out.

I didn't see you jumping in
to get me up to speed.

-Fair point.

I did throw you to the wolves.

-Yeah.
But you know what?

You can make up for it now.

I wanted to pick your brain.

Just, singing with people
is so personal,

and I just want to connect.

I barely know anything
about anyone in the group.

I see.

You want the goods.

Well, you've come
to the right person.

Sue, two glasses of rosé.

-Screw top or cork?

-What the hell!
Let's go cork!

What have
I gotten myself into?

-And Mairi, her husband was
diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes,

so now she steals
all the artificial sweeteners.

And of course Debbie.

Who acts like
she owns the choir,

even though
she's the weakest voice.

I just don't understand
why she's the soloist.

Now, I know I am no Clara,

but I am certainly
better than Debbie.

I swear, I'd kill it.

-I'm surprised
you haven't mentioned any...

secret romances in the choir.

-Oh, well,
because something like that

would not stay a secret.

-Really?

'Cause I heard whispers
about Clara and somebody.

- Clara?
- No.

No way.
She loved Adam.

Yeah, she would light up
like a Christmas tree

whenever he walked in the room.

It was like
hashtag-couple-goals.

-Dinner time.

What can I get you?

-Oh, wow.

Sorry, uh,
time just slipped away from us!

Oh, this was so fun!

We really, really
have to do this again.

-Definitely.

Bye!

-I'm sorry about that, Sue.

-Once you get Brooke started,
it's hard to stop.

Not that what she says
is actually the truth.

You know, she had her shot
at being soloist last summer.

-Since when are you
a Belles fan?

-Let's just say watching
Brooke's solo on repeat

is the reason
I joined social media.

It was pretty painful,
wasn't it?

Wait,
this is dated July 14th.

That's the same night
Clara was killed.

But Brooke is singing the solo,
not Debbie.

In fact,
I don't see Debbie here at all.

And if she wasn't signing
with the Belles,

then where was she
at the time of Clara's death?

-Thanks for coming
to meet me here.

-I was getting restless
around the house, anyway.

My doctor thinks I need
a few more days of vocal rest,

but I hate
to let the Belles down.

-I know how dedicated you are.

I bet you've never even missed
a concert, have you?

-You'd lose that bet.

This past summer,
we had an out-of-town show,

and I came down
with food poisoning

right before we hit the stage.

-Oh, that sounds awful.

-It was.

Vera was so nice, though.

She insisted on coming
with me to the hospital.

-She drove you?
-Oh, goodness, no.

She takes daily sedatives
for her anxiety.

She's not allowed to drive.

I drove myself.

-So, you...

did you miss the whole concert?

-Vera and I were
at the hospital for hours.

It was dark by the time we left.

I drove her straight home.

-Was that the night
that Clara died?

-It was.

A terrible night that somehow
got worse for all of us.

There's nothing about it
in the original case file?

-No, they just said
that after a brief inquiry,

they felt she wasn't
a credible suspect.

Vera as well.

-And the rest of the choir
was being recorded

at the time of the death, so...

I hate to say it, but...

-Maybe it really was random.

-Did you wind up finding
anything out about Lance?

-His records are sealed,
and I'm having a hard time

convincing the judge
to unseal them.

I did find out he had ties
to a crime family

out of White Rock.

-Well, that's interesting.

-Oh, and also,
the GPS in Adam's truck,

it had Lance's address inputed,
so he went there at least once.

-Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

-Well, it depends
what you're thinking.

-So, Adam suspected his wife
was having an affair with Lance,

and went to confront him.

-Seems like a workable theory.

-I know what you're doing.

-Who, me?
-Oh, yeah, you.

You're trying to get me
to talk to Lance

without asking me
to talk to Lance.

I know your tricks.

-Not all of them.

-Not yet.

-Hah.

I could probably
try to talk to Lance,

but he hasn't really warmed up
to me all that much.

I need an "in."

And luckily, I know just the guy
who can find it for me.

Can I get you something?

Sparkling water?

A nice lemon soda, perhaps?

I have one left, hm?

-I'm good, Ray.

With your prices,
I'd probably need

to take out a second mortgage
on my store.

-Ah, you wound me, Emily.

Well, they are imported.
Not cheap.

What are you gonna do?

-You got what we discussed?

-Ah, right to the point,
of course!

So, your Lance
didn't start out as a choirboy.

When he was 17 he was convicted
of aggravated assault.

Part of his initiation.

-Into the mob?
-Got it in one.

Not so strange that
an initiate would get caught,

but very strange that
one would turn himself in.

-Not exactly
career criminal behaviour.

-In exchange
for his cooperation,

the judge sealed his record.

Once he got out, he stuck
to the straight and narrow.

No ties to the mob,
from what I can tell.

-Which is even stranger.

-Hell, yeah.

Once the mob latches on,
it doesn't let go.

Yet somehow your boy Lance
found a way out.

-I'm impressed.

-Just add it to my tab.

-Ah, hey, Vy!
Perfect timing!

We have a huge
pick-up order to fill.

Oh, and just to be safe,
I got the locks changed.

Here, this is for you.

-No.
I can't be trusted.

-What are you talking about?
I have total faith in you.

-I lost my key, Emily.

Like a day
after you gave it to me.

I looked everywhere,
but I couldn't find it.

Then the store got robbed,

and I keep thinking
it's my fault.

What if the robber
found the key?

-How would they know
it's for this store?

-It was on a Santa keychain.
Maybe they made the connection?

I know, I'm fired.

And I deserve it.

-Vy, stop.
People lose things.

It happens.

But you should have
told me right away.

-I was so sure
it would turn back up.

Next time I will, I promise.

But also, there won't be
a next time, I promise.

-Okay, don't over-promise.

You are allowed
to make mistakes.

Okay?
Here.

-Thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I'm never gonna keep
anything from you again.

-Only if it's store-related,
though, yeah?

Please?
Okay.

Go get some store stickers.
We got some wrapping to do.

That's
what I had wrong!

The intruder didn't pick
the lock; they had the key.

And that means
they likely know Violet.

-Looks like
we're not just songbirds,

we're also early birds.

I heard a rumour about you.

I that heard you and Clara
were...

you know... together.

-She's not my type.

-Blondes?

-Women.

-Every time her name comes up,
you get super defensive.

You-- you did care about her.

-She was teaching me
to read music.

I was embarrassed, so I asked
her to keep it a secret.

And then one day her husband
comes to my house,

screaming, wanting to fight me.

Dude was out of control.

-What happened?
-I explained my situation.

He left.

Now every time he sees me,
he wants my forgiveness.

It's like it's my responsibility
to make him feel better.

Go ahead.
Ask.

-Ask what?

-You've been
eyeing my tattoo.

Yes, I did some time
when I was younger.

So much for
my subtle powers of observation.

Must be rustier at this
than I thought.

-I made a deal with the devil.

I took the rap for something
I didn't do

to escape a life I didn't want.

And I have no regrets.

-You're kind of great,
aren't you?

All right, you two,
if you're gonna show up early,

you're going to work.

-Okay.

Hello, my lovelies.

I'm baaaack!

-But Debbie, sweetie,
your doctor--

-Is being overcautious.

I'm fine.

The Belles need me.

-Sam, this better be important.

I am missing
an epic confrontation.

-Adam had all this
on the wall of his house?

-Yeah.

But he's still in the wind.

-What are you thinking?

-I'm thinking...

he wasn't just spouting
random conspiracy theories.

-He was conducting his own
investigation from the start.

Guess Adam
and I have something in common.

Focus, everyone!
Let's run the solo.

-Okay...

No! No!

Like this.

-Okay.
Okay.

I just need a longer warm-up.

No.

Even when you're at your best,
you're barely adequate.

-How dare you?

-Just because you're
the primary funder of this choir

doesn't mean I have to
let you embarrass us

at the tree lighting!

-Okay, well, maybe
we should just take--

-Stay out of this, Emily.

Is this because I told you

that I have to pull back
on my funding?

I am not an endless resource,
Vera.

-You are also not our soloist.

Not anymore.

Okay, then.

Best of luck to you all.

Wow.

So much for the spirit
of Christmas.

-From the top.

-Wilner.

Hey, it's me.

Besides the usual infighting,

no one is standing out
as especially suspicious.

Any new information
that might point me

towards a particular Belle?

-Uh, no.
Not yet.

I did figure out what Adam
was tracking on the map, though.

It's a list of all the junkyards
and scrap metal places

in the area.

I'm gonna pay a visit
to a few he highlighted.

-You think he was trying to find
the car that killed his wife?

-Yeah, and not just any car.

Debbie's old car.

-She had an alibi
for the night of Clara's death.

Yes, and it checks out.

Hospital confirmed
she received treatment.

She was there
for over three hours.

Two minutes means
two minutes, people.

Let's go!

-I gotta go.

Being summoned
by the Queen Belle.

-All right,
let's pick this up later.

Hey, uh, Emily?

You're doing good work on this.

Just want you to know that.

Thanks.

I was gonna say
the same thing to you.

Even
factoring in grief,

I don't fully understand
why Adam is clinging to the idea

that the car
that killed his wife

is the same one
Debbie used to own.

-Hi, Emily.

-Hey, Vy.

Who's this with you?

-My friend, Nicki.
Nicki, my boss, Emily.

-Hi.

Good to meet you.

I love your store.

Are you taking resumes?

-Uh, I might need
a little extra help

during the summer rush.

I'll keep you in mind.

I like your hat.

-Thanks. It's one of those weird
balaclava things, you know?

It's actually my brother's.

He'd kill me if he knew
I was wearing it.

-It'll be our little secret.

-Oh, Vy,
wanna meet up after work

and do our homework together?

-Sounds great.
-Okay, cool.

Text when you're done.
Bye!

-Bye!

-She seems nice.
-She is.

And she's super popular.

Kind of the opposite of me.

-Hey, don't sell yourself short.

-That's just life around here
when your dad's a cop.

But it's nice having
a friend who feels like

they can be themselves
around me.

-She mentioned a brother.
Have you met him?

-Pete?

He's 18 and kind of a jerk,
actually.

He only talks to us

when his parents
force him to drive us around.

I should
probably bring this up to Sam,

but the last thing I want to do

is sic the police
on Nicki's brother.

Maybe it's time to stretch
a few old muscles.

-Um...

You good if I just
run a few quick errands?

-Sure, I'll text if I need you.

I think
Pete and I

should have
a friendly little chat.

-Hi, Pete.

What--

-I know you broke
into the Christmas store.

And I have proof.

-I didn't even take anything!
-But you tried to.

-I'm sorry,
it was just for fun!

-Oh, you know what else is fun?

Doing prison time
for breaking and entering!

You think that's fun?

-No! No, no, I don't.
I'm so sorry.

-Don't apologize to me.

Apologize to the person
you took advantage of.

And if I ever hear of you
doing anything like this again--

and I will hear about it--

I will be back
for another little chat.

I'll make it right, I swear!

Be right with you, Emily.

-Take your time.
I'm just here for a refill.

Part of me feels
bad about scaring Pete so badly,

but I don't think he'll share
what happened with his sister.

Besides, I've seen what happens
when kids like him

get a taste of the dark side.

He'll thank me later.

I hope.

Thank you.

So...

You quit the Snow-Beasts yet?

-No, but Debbie did.

They're in the market
for a new soloist

if you're interested
in rejoining.

-No, thank you.

Nobody could replace Clara,
anyway.

-How well did you know her?

-I didn't talk to her much
when I was in the group,

but my niece used to
take lessons with her

in her little studio.

She was great with kids.

-What studio?

-Well, technically
it was a trailer, in her yard.

But inside it's really cute.

You've reached
Detective Sam Wilner.

Please leave me a mess--

-Well, he can't say
I didn't try.

(V.O. Sue was right.

It is cute.

But there's nothing to suggest

that Adam has been
hiding out here.

I really thought
I was onto something.

And since the trailer
was already unlocked,

I bet the police
had the same idea.

I'm surprised parents let their
kids come to music lessons

with all this junk around.

Unless...

Adam brought the cars here
after Clara died.

They're all similar
to Debbie's car.

And Sam did say Adam was looking
for the one that killed Clara.

The question is, did he find it?

Bleach.

Man, I love these gloves.

Hey, Sam.

I saw you called.

-Don't be mad,
but I followed a hunch

and I'm at Adam's house.

What?!

-And so is he.

Alright, well,
I'm on my way.

Don't engage with him
until I get there.

-Yeah... I don't think
that's gonna be a problem.

-Thanks, Merry Christmas.
-Thank you.

Oh... hey, Em.

What happened
to a few quick errands?

You were gone like three hours.

-I'm sorry.
I just lost track of time.

-Oh, you're bleeding.
What happened?

I don't know.
Um...

I didn't notice.

-I'll get the first aid kit.

I don't think
Violet needs to hear

how I scared Pete half to death,

then found Adam
dead in the trunk of a car.

It seems like too much
information, really.

-Hi, Pete.

-Um...

I found this in my back seat.

You must've dropped it when I
gave you a ride the other night.

I'm sorry, I-I should've
returned it right away.

-Okay, thanks.

What was that?

-No idea.

Or maybe
it was a successful first step

on the road to a good life.

I'm rooting for you, Pete.

Still no hits
on Chimera.

They've done a thorough job
scrubbing their footprint

from the web.

But my gut tells me
they're still out there,

and I intend to find them.

I wish I could move past this.

Enjoy the new life
that I've built.

But that's not possible,
not after the pain they caused.

That he caused.

-Why couldn't he have
just stayed gone?

-Hello?

Hey, it's Sam.

Sorry, I know it's late.
Can I come up?

Sure, yeah.

-Hi.
Come on in.

-Thanks.

Wow, it's a...
it's a nice place.

Hello, there.

Mosley?

And Doyle, I presume?

You mention them.

A lot.

-Still impressed you remembered.

-You always had cats?

-Uh, sort of.

Um...

-Wow.

You weren't kidding.
You really are into mysteries.

-Yeah, I'm kind of obsessed.

-It's nice to see you have some
interests outside of Christmas.

-What is it you wanted?

-Sorry.

Forensics,
they went over the car.

They found, uh,
trace amounts of blood and hair

on the front hood.

It's definitely the car
that killed Clara.

It's also definitely
Debbie's old car.

-So Adam actually found it.

-Yeah, and it's likely
what got him killed.

The strange thing is,

the interior had been cleaned,
very recently.

-So that's why
it smelled like bleach.

What about Adam?

How'd he die?

-You sure you want to hear it?

-I can't un-see it.

Might as well double down.

-The medical examiner found
large amounts of sleeping pills

in his system, but ultimately
he died of blunt force trauma.

We found a tire iron
with blood on it under his body.

So... somebody drugged him,

which caused him
to drive off the road.

When that didn't kill him,
they finished him off

with a whack to the head.

-Whoa...

What happened?

-Um, I...

There's a rusty piece of metal
in the trunk of Debbie's car.

I just...

cut through my glove.

It's barely a paper--

-Makes for a mother
of a paper cut.

-What is it?

-Where have you been?

We're mere hours away
from the tree lighting concert.

We have to get through
dress rehearsal.

-I don't think so, Vera.

-Hello, Belles.

Vera, can I see your
injured hand, please?

-If you insist.

-What's going on, Emily?

-Would you remove
the bandage for me?

-Excuse me?

-Twinsies.

-I'm gonna need you to come
down to the station for a chat.

-But the concert!

-Looks like you just
got soloist, Brooke.

Oh, well...

That isn't how I wanted it.

We found a trace amount
of your blood

in the trunk of the car,
your blood.

So we know you were there.

So how about you help me,
and maybe I can help you.

-Excuse me.

I invited you in here
as a courtesy.

This is not
an interactive experience.

-I know, I'm sorry.
But just go after her ego.

It's her weak spot.

Trust me.

-It must have stung

when you heard that Clara
was leaving the choir.

For The Jolly-Rockers, no less.

I would have been furious,
if I had nurtured her,

trained her, given her
the coveted soloist spot,

which, as I understand it,
used to be yours.

-I understand sacrifice.

-And you knew that if she
joined that other group, oof,

they would have
shot right to the top.

-Mm, that was good!

-When did you find out?

-While we were at the hospital.

In the waiting room, just before
the doctor called for her.

Debbie just casually dropped it.

Like it wouldn't crush me.

-So you knew she'd be a while?

You borrowed her car, you drove
to White Rock, 40 minutes away.

-I'm not supposed
to drive anymore,

but this was important.

-You saw that Clara was alone,

walking, because she took
the bus from Fletcher's Grove,

so all you had to do was wait
until she was in a quiet area,

no witnesses...

-I had no choice.
You understand?

Not if we were to have
any chance of taking top prize

in competition next year.

I think
she really believes that.

Debbie's car...

How did you know
that Adam found it?

-He told me himself.

Adam, how are you?

-Huh, funny you should ask.

Tell Debbie I found the car.

Clara will finally
have her justice.

-So you drugged him,

hoping he would fall asleep
at the wheel and crash?

-No, I didn't want to hurt him.

My plan was to clean my prints
off the wheel and the door

while he slept it off.

I didn't even know
about the accident.

Then he just showed up,
out of nowhere, all bloody.

I panicked.

I-I grabbed the closest thing--

-The tire iron.

-I wish he hadn't
surprised me like that.

I just reacted.

-It was worth the plea deal.
We got her.

-Mm-hm, for Adam's death.

But not for trying
to kill Debbie.

'Cause that wasn't her, was it?

It was Adam.

-I was wondering
if you'd figured that out.

He was convinced
Debbie had killed Clara,

so he wanted payback.

-I mean, not surprising

that he jumped
to that conclusion

after finding the car.

But what is...
what is this?

-Oh, that.

We think it's just some custom
electrical work he was doing.

But he made an error.
The voltage is extreme.

-And the triangle?

-Your guess is as good as mine.

-Argh!

I totally lost track of time!
The concert!

-The case is over.

You don't have to
go through with that.

-I can still be there
for moral support.

The show must go on!

I should
be pleased

we solved Clara's murder,

but it's sad
that after all his work,

Adam didn't live
to see justice served.

At least he was unsuccessful
in his attempts to kill Debbie.

Oh, no.

How did I miss it?

-Emily, hey.

Everything okay?

I know
what that the triangle is.

It's the town Christmas tree!

I-I think Adam was
setting up the microphone

to electrocute Debbie
during her solo.

Only it's...

it's not Debbie.

It's Brooke.

Hey, I'm not far. Just...

Emily?

Hey, Emily?

Dammit!

Fall on
your knees...

-Excuse me.
Out of the way, out of the way.

Out of the way.

Who's ready
for the big reveal?

Okay...

-What just happened?

-You killed it.

-Vy... isn't that your boss?

-It sure is.

-Thanks for walking me home.

-It's the least I could do.

You had quite a night.

You really impress me,
you know?

-Well, the feeling is mutual,
Detective.

-Well, I look forward
to working with you again.

You know, should I have further
need of a Christmas consultant.

-I don't think
that's a real thing.

-Why Christmas?

You know, I get that it's great,
but, you know...

why make it your whole thing?

-Um, I just like it.

-Okay.
I get it.

-You get it?

-You're a private person.

I just...

I like spending time with you
and I thought...

It's clear
you don't feel the same.

-I'm so sorry.
-No, no, don't be sorry.

It's...

it's good to know where I stand.

Goodnight.

-My parents died in
a car accident when I was seven,

on New Year's Eve.

And my life after that was...

was really, really challenging,
but the last really good

memories I had
were from that Christmas

we spent together
before I lost them.

And I've been, like...

chasing that feeling ever since.

And there have been a few times
where I've gotten, like,

really close, but it's always
been just out of my grasp,

so I just, I, I...

I keep chasing and chasing
and chasing it.

And now I just... I think...

I don't know,
I think maybe I found it.

Here, in this town,

with my new friends,
and with Violet, and...

with you.

I just...

-Okay.
Yeah...

Goodnight, Sam.

-Goodnight, Emily.

-Okay.

Okay.

(V.O. It's not
my fault.

I just got caught up
in the moment.

No, stop it.
This isn't helping. Just...

get some sleep and approach this

with a clear head
in the morning.

-Okay...

Probably another
dead end, but might as well...

Wait, I recognize this code.

It's the cyber-encryption
Chimera uses

for private communication.

The link took me directly
into the lion's den.

This is incredible.

If I can build in a back door
without being noticed,

I'd have access to--

Wha... What the hell?

-Oh, God.