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as an int

at the Chalmers Tree Farm last night.

-You're telling me that my cookie killed Marcus?

SAM: June Hubble, you are under arrest

for the murder of Marcus Donavan.

OFFICER: An emergency call just came in.

It sounds like Gordon Chalmers has been poisoned.

SAM: Who called it in?

-Someone named Emily.

[dramatic music]

[distant siren]

♪

[horse neighs]

SAM: Is he okay?

ROWEN: Yeah.

Shadow and Gordon share a close bond.

He knows something's wrong.

[siren wailing]

EMILY (V.O.): I shouldn't be here.

Getting myself involved in a murder investigation

is an unforced error, not to mention the worst possible way

to fly under the radar.

And yet, here I am, like a moth to a flame.

-Cafeteria was closed,

so I got a coffee from the vending machine.

ANNA: Thanks.

The cardiologist gave me an update.

Whatever was in that flask triggered a heart attack.

-Well, I'm sure he won't give up without a fight.

-Yeah. Thanks for coming.

You didn't have to. We barely know each other.

-I know if it was my dad,

I wouldn't want to have to go through it alone.

[indistinct announcement on PA]

-Gordon mentioned that his flask had gone missing for a few days.

-Yeah, he was real upset about it.

He likes to have a drink after he's finished

with his evening wagon rides.

-I have an uncle like that.

If he's anything like your dad...

the first is usually not the last.

-His drinking got a lot worse

after my mom died a few years ago.

-I'm so sorry.

Has your dad ever... considered retirement?

I'm sure he could make a nice profit

if he ever chose to sell the farm.

-That's not an option.

When he's ready to hand it off, it'll go to me.

It's everything I've been working towards my whole life.

-I'm sure it'll be in excellent hands.

[mysterious music]

♪

-Sam?

-Why were you at the tree farm?

-I gave my statement to an officer before I left.

-I read it.

I wasn't satisfied. We need to talk.

-It's been a long day.

-I'm not asking.

EMILY (V.O.): Perfect.

My one job was to stay out of trouble.

Self-sabotage, thy name is Emily.

[theme music]

♪

EMILY (V.O.): This isn't at all how I pictured

my first interrogation going.

-We're just talking. -Really?

'Cause it felt like I didn't have a choice.

You know, when you told me that I didn't have a choice.

What do you wanna ask me?

-Why you were at the tree farm today.

And yesterday, for that matter. You didn't order a tree.

-You fact-checked me? -Mm-hm.

-Look...

I have nothing to hide.

I was at the tree farm because I was trying to find evidence

that would help clear June.

I know how that sounds, and yes, I have been listening

to too many true crime podcasts, I will admit it.

-You were trying to help your friend.

I can respect that. -Thank you.

-What I don't like is the way you went about it.

I don't need an amateur sleuth getting in my way.

-I retract my thank you.

-Do I need to remind you that one man is dead

and another is fighting for his life?

-Oh, I thought that you already had the killer in lock-up.

Unless June is innocent,

like I've been saying this whole time.

The only other possibility

is that she's working with a partner.

-That doesn't sound so far-fetched.

You were alone with Gordon right before Anna found him, right?

-Okay, right.

-Where did that cookie that killed Marcus come from, again?

-Yes, thank you, thank you. You've made your point.

I am sorry that I got involved.

-All I'm asking is if you have any questions

or information, you bring it to me,

rather than acting on it alone. Agreed?

-Fine.

And in return, I assume you'll keep me in the loop

on what's going on with the case?

-Absolutely not.

-Worth a try.

BROOKE: [gasps] I knew it!

EMILY: Brooke?

-I told the girls this would happen.

It was only a matter of time. You two are perfect together.

-Oh, uh, no, that's not-- I'm not-- what--

-Yeah! I get it, it's still new.

Well, I just wanted to say, I think it's beautiful.

-No, Brooke, uh, we're--

BROOKE: I'm gonna let you get back to it.

I knew it. [chuckles]

-So, that happened.

-Yep.

EMILY (V.O.): I know I technically agreed

to leave the investigating to Sam,

but what he doesn't know can't come back to bite me.

I've just got to approach it in a more subtle way.

-Okay, let's see who we've got here...

EMILY (V.O.): Being able to access photos and selfies

from the accounts of everyone in attendance with Marcus

the night he died creates a surprisingly

detailed timeline of events.

Unfortunately, the one person I was most eager to prove

was on the wagon that night is nowhere to be found.

Lizzy's boyfriend, Trent.

Why make a reservation under a fake name

if he wasn't involved?

-Okay.

Well... Lizzy was alone at the farm.

[cat meows]

-She was telling the truth about that, at least.

♪

♪ See the snow fall on your shoes... ♪

-Thanks so much. Have a great holiday.

[door bells jingling]

-Hey, Vy! How was school? -Mortifying.

I heard Gladys, one of the cafeteria ladies,

talking about how my dad was dating some new woman in town.

-You're kidding. -Nope.

Then she got all quiet when she saw me.

It was humiliating.

-That isn't the same Gladys who's in a book club

with Brooke Carmichael, is it?

-I dunno.

EMILY (V.O.): I'm gonna kill Brooke.

Consider this my confession.

-Well, maybe it isn't true. Wrapping?

-It's definitely not true.

As if my dad would take five minutes away from his work

to meet someone.

He's got zero social life.

Except when the two of us hang out,

which right now mostly involves

doing the usual Christmas activities.

-Well, that sounds like fun.

-Some are okay, but some are torture.

Like Christmas karaoke night as Sue's diner.

[shudders]

Every year, my mom and dad do a duet together,

and not even divorce was enough to stop the pain.

I still have PTSD

from last year's rendition of "Jingle Bell Rock."

-[laughs] Oh my God!

-Don't laugh at my trauma. -I'm sorry.

I just now have that image burned in my head.

-At least now that my mom lives two hours away,

karaoke won't rear its ugly head.

I'll take my victories where I can get them.

[phone buzzing]

[intriguing music]

EMILY: Okay, Ray, what do you have for me?

-Ah, straight to the point. That's what I love about you.

Gonna start with the bad news.

Uh, came up empty on the Joey Vaughan part.

-Right. I figured that one out.

He was apparently a star shortstop for the Dodgers

in the '40s.

-Okay, so, definitely no follow-up questions.

-Okay, get to the good stuff!

-I'm building to it! There is an art to this.

-Mm. -Okay, fine.

So, I was able to confirm that Gordon racked up gambling debts

in the neighbourhood of 30 grand or so, plus interest.

-So a lot of bad poker hands.

-And that's not the surprising part.

He paid, in full.

The slate is clean.

-That doesn't make any sense.

Where would Gordon come up with that kind of cash

on such short notice?

-Well, maybe the bank had a change of heart

and decided to give him a loan after all.

EMILY (V.O.): Ray might not be that far off the mark.

Gordon, Marcus, and Lizzy all share a common connection.

And all roads lead back to the bank.

Or, more specifically,

to the bank's new senior loan manager.

[indistinct conversation]

-[quietly] That coat...

[mysterious music]

♪

-Hey, Trent! -Emily.

Nice to see you again. -Yeah, yeah, you too.

I like your coat. Super cozy.

-Thanks! Yeah, it is very warm.

-[chuckles] I could swear I've seen it before.

You weren't at the Chalmers Tree Farm recently, were you?

-No, I haven't been there in ages.

-You sure... this isn't you?

EMILY (V.O.): That coat must be even warmer than it looks,

because Trent is definitely starting to sweat.

-You know, there are other people out there

with the same coat.

EMILY: Yeah, that's a really good point.

I guess it's also possible that there are other people

that use the names of their baseball heroes

when trying to stay anonymous.

-How did--

-And I might have my dates crossed,

but I'm pretty sure that picture was taken the night Marcus died.

Is that possible?

-I don't, um-- I'm actually late for a meeting.

-Oh! Oh, gosh, don't let me keep you, yeah.

It's probably best that I take this directly

to the police anyway.

I mean, no need to bug you with it any further.

-Wait. Sit down.

-Oh!

-This has nothing to do with Marcus's death, okay?

He was like a brother to me.

-I am curious how Marcus felt about his brother

getting his ex-girlfriend pregnant

so soon after they broke up.

Hey, congratulations, by the way.

Lizzy is gonna be such an amazing mama.

-We were keeping it a secret.

-Ah, you know how small towns are.

-Well, let me set the record straight on one thing.

It was Marcus who introduced us in the first place.

He was happy for us.

-So, yeah, that's why you and Lizzy were at the farm together.

For the wagon ride?

-She didn't invite me.

I found that strange.

So I went to the farm a few days earlier,

and I found Marcus's name in the reservation log.

-[sighs] You must have thought the worst.

I know I would have.

-Yeah, I-I got the wrong idea.

So I signed in under a fake name to cover my tracks,

and I showed up that night to catch them together.

Instead, I found Marcus there with June.

I had it all wrong.

Lizzy never even knew I was there.

-So no one noticed it was you?

-On my way out, I stopped to get gas at the station up the hill.

Anna Chalmers was there.

-Gordon Chalmers' daughter?

You spoke?

-No, I was just leaving as she was pulling in.

But we saw each other.

-Well, I so appreciate you sharing all of this with me.

Actually, um... before I leave,

I wonder if you could just do me one tiny favour.

-What is it?

-I would really love just a--

just a little peek at Marcus's most recent account statement.

-That's a total breach of protocol.

I could get in trouble.

-Ah, yeah, but I don't think Marcus would mind, do you?

-[scoffs]

-Plus, what's one more little secret between friends?

♪

RECEPTIONIST: Someone will be in touch.

EMILY: Anna!

-You okay? -Yeah.

I was just trying to get some information about my dad's case.

-I'm sure it's all gonna be okay.

I know Detective Wilner's all over it.

-Yeah.

-Hey, um, I ran into Trent Hadley today.

He mentioned you.

-Trent?

Oh, do you mean Trent from the bank?

-Yeah, he said that you guys saw each other

at the gas station by the farm the other night.

The night Marcus died.

-He's mistaken.

I didn't get back until early the next morning.

-Hm.

-Um, I should get back to the hospital.

The doctor said my dad's gonna wake up any time now.

-Yeah, of course. Take care.

Hi. Uh, here to see June Hubble.

JUNE: I feel like one of those poor shelter dogs

all curled up in the corner of their cage,

not knowing why they're there.

-You do not deserve to be here, June.

I truly believe that.

-I really needed to hear that.

-I want to help you in any way that I can, but to do that,

I need to ask you something about Marcus.

-It's okay. I have nothing to hide.

-The day before he was killed,

he made a large cash withdrawal from his savings account.

$40,000.

-No. That doesn't make sense.

Marcus was meticulous when it came to money.

He crossed every T and dotted every I.

-But with cash, there's no paper trail.

-Exactly. It goes against everything Marcus stood for.

I can't think of any reason why he would do that.

-And the police haven't mentioned this?

-No, this is the first I'm hearing of it.

Could this be connected to his death somehow?

EMILY (V.O.): That, right there, is the $40,000 question.

I have a theory about what happened to Marcus's money,

but that theory only holds water if I can be sure

Sam and his team didn't recover it.

And the tricky part is, I can't ask Sam about it

without tipping him off that I've still got my mittens

all up in his investigation.

-Emily?

-Sam!

What a nice surprise.

-Well, I do work here.

-That's... very true. Are you on your way out?

-I'm just waiting for Violet.

We have our annual Christmas season kick-off event tonight.

-That sounds fun. What's the event?

-The chocolate shop brings out a new line

of holiday hot chocolates every year,

so we like to go on launch night.

It's actually become a bit of a tradition.

-That is adorable.

VIOLET: Hey, Dad. Oh, hi, Em.

EMILY: Uh, don't mind me. I'm just leaving.

Have fun, you guys.

VIOLET: Actually...

Dad, is it cool if we do the hot chocolate thing

another night?

My friend Tara invited a few of us over.

-On a school night? To do what?

-Get wasted and play spin the bottle.

What else?

We have a quiz tomorrow. We're mostly gonna be studying.

-But I already pre-paid to make sure

we'd get the collector mugs.

VIOLET: Oh.

You know what? You should take Emily.

She's new here.

Who better to introduce her to our local traditions, right?

You'll love it, I promise.

-Ah...

I mean, sure, if that's okay with you.

-Yeah, why not? -Yes!

You guys are gonna have so much fun!

I'm jelly! Okay, love you, Dad.

Bye, Em.

EMILY (V.O.): Awkward...

Then again, I was looking for a way to talk to Sam.

-So... how good is this hot chocolate?

♪ Has anybody seen Kris Kringle? ♪

-What flavour is this again?

-Peppermint spiced white hot with lime-infused marshmallows.

-Sugar coma, here I come.

-Mmm. -[slurping]

-I'm like... [giggles]

It's really good!

-I know, right?

-Hey, I'm sorry Violet put you on the spot like that.

-Oh, it's fine.

She mentioned that she's gonna be

visiting her mom for Christmas.

Must be hard for you.

-It is, yeah.

But, you know, she's getting older.

Starting to outgrow this place.

She's already talking about moving away for college.

-What?

Who would ever want to leave a place

with such decadent treats?

-[chuckles]

-[slurping]

-What is it?

-Uh... I was just thinking about something

Gordon mentioned to me.

Never mind.

Forget I said anything.

-Well, now I'm curious.

-Well, it's just that he was talking about leaving, too.

Or at least selling the farm.

He said that Marcus was interested in buying it.

They had a contract all written up.

Marcus had even agreed to a large cash down payment.

-He told you that? -Yeah.

-I didn't realize you two were close.

-Oh, no, we're not.

I think I just caught him in a chatty moment.

Anyway, what wasn't clear was whether

Marcus had actually paid him the money or not.

Just... kinda makes you wonder.

-About what?

-Oh, I mean, if--

if Marcus did withdraw that money

and didn't end up giving it to Gordon, then...

where's the money?

-Why do I get the feeling

I'm the one being interrogated this time?

-I'm... I'm just making conversation.

We can change the subject.

-I've been a cop for 15 years.

I know what fishing for information looks like.

So, to answer your question,

maybe Marcus gave the money to charity,

or maybe he bought a boat to sail around the world.

It doesn't mean it's connected to his murder.

Real criminal cases don't look like Agatha Christie plots.

-Okay.

-Thanks for the company.

-You're leaving?

You haven't even finished your hot chocolate.

-I have some work I need to get done tonight, so...

if you have anything else, you know where to find me.

♪

if you have anything else, you know where to find me.

EMILY (V.O.): I underestimated Sam last night.

That's on me.

-I love that one.

EMILY (V.O.): Now that I've confirmed that Marcus's 40K

is still officially unaccounted for,

I am certain that Gordon used that money

to pay off his gambling debts.

The question is whether he poisoned Marcus to get it.

And if so, who poisoned Gordon in return?

-Have a good one.

[door bells jingling]

EMILY: Hey, Vy. How was your night?

-Almost worth the silent treatment from Dad.

He's making me pay for missing hot chocolate night.

-That was a pretty sneaky move you pulled, by the way.

-Sorry.

I just want to be able to hang out with my friends

on a short notice.

But Dad and his schedules...

EMILY: Have you told him how you feel?

-I don't want to hurt his feelings.

I know he's just trying to make up for not having Mom here.

-You know, it really is so special

that they can put aside their differences

and come together for the holidays.

-I never really thought about it before,

but I guess maybe I'm not the only one who lost something

when Mom moved away.

-It's so hard for me to picture Sam with complex emotions.

He always seems so in control.

-I call that his "resting cop face."

But he's actually a total softie.

And every little problem he can't solve eats away at him.

EMILY (V.O.): Eating away at him...

Of course!

[dramatic music]

♪

EMILY: Hey, Rowen.

You done for the day already?

-More than the day. We all just got let go.

-Oh, no. Maybe it's just temporary?

-That's exactly what Anna said.

But what are we supposed to do in the meantime?

♪

ANNA: Sorry, we're closed.

Emily.

EMILY: I wanted to talk to you about something.

-About what?

-Just, I can't stop thinking about what happened to your dad,

and how some of his recent choices may have led to it.

-You mean his drinking?

-Yeah, that's part of it, but there are mistakes

he's made, and I think they're eating away at him.

Like trying to sell the farm to Marcus

when he knows how important it is to you.

-I told you he wouldn't do that.

-I don't think he felt he had any other choice.

Look.

-[exhales]

-I...

I have a friend who plays poker at some of the same tables.

He said your dad's debts had been piling up.

-He gets in over his head sometimes, but this, I...

-No, these guys that he owes, they are dangerous.

They would have killed him if he hadn't paid.

Selling the farm to Marcus was a way out.

-Then why is Marcus dead?

And why is my dad in the hospital

fighting for his life right now?

-I think Marcus gave him a down payment

to help him clear his debts,

and then once the money was paid,

maybe Gordon had a change of heart about selling.

The papers were never officially signed.

If something happened to Marcus,

then the contract would be null and void.

-You're accusing my dad of killing Marcus?

He was poisoned too, remember?

-Yes, I know, but the poison was found in his own flask.

Maybe he couldn't live with what he'd done and he saw a way out.

-Why are you telling me this? -Because I...

Look, I get wanting to protect your dad.

I would probably do the same thing in your shoes.

But listen to me, Anna...

If Gordon dies and you do not share what you know,

then my friend June could have her entire life

destroyed over this.

-You need to leave.

Now!

-Anna... -Now.

-Okay.

♪

[door opens and closes]

[sombre music]

EMILY (V.O.): Visiting a patient

in the hospital's private care unit

comes with some complications.

First, you need to be immediate family.

Second, you need to arrive during proper visiting hours.

-Sorry!

EMILY (V.O.): Of course, there's always a way around the rules

if you're willing to think outside the box.

EMILY (V.O.): I don't know why I'm here.

If I'm right about Gordon,

he doesn't deserve my compassion.

Yet I'm all too familiar with self-preservation

and survival instinct.

[distant sirens]

EMILY (V.O.): Are we really so different in the end?

NURSE: Excuse me. How did you get in here?

This is a private ward. You need to leave.

-Oh... it's okay.

Uh, she's with me.

[indistinct announcement on PA]

[machines beeping]

-I needed some information from Gordon's surgeon.

Thought I'd come see if he was awake.

-I suppose you'll want to know what I'm doing here.

-Will I like the answer?

-Um...

-I was gonna reach out. I, uh...

I wanted to apologize for leaving so suddenly last night.

-I kinda deserved it.

I saved your collector's mug for you, though.

-Oh. I appreciate that.

-Mm-hm.

I should probably go before Nurse Ratchet comes back.

Night, Sam.

-Night, Emily.

♪

♪

EMILY (V.O.): Hug the cats, glass of wine, bubble bath.

In that order.

[indistinct chatter]

EMILY: Can I help you with something?

-That's okay.

Oh! Ah... You're the owner, right?

-Mm-hm, yeah.

-Emily? We met at-- -At the daycare.

Um... Lizzy?

-I was just driving by and I suddenly

had a pregnancy craving for something sweet.

I was hoping you might still be open.

-Ah...

Think we can figure something out.

[door bells jingling]

EMILY: We fall short

in the pickles and ice cream department...

But we do have 40 different candy cane flavours.

-What's the cookie situation like?

-Uh, gingerbread, shortbread.

All the cookies that confusingly end in "bread."

-There was this one type of cookie

I can't stop thinking about.

It was a sugar cookie, I think, with purple jam in the middle.

Marcus said it came from your store.

-Uh, sugar plum cookie.

-Yeah, that sounds right.

-You said that Marcus told you about it?

Do you remember when that was?

Was it at the tree farm, the night he died?

-Um, I should probably go.

-Lizzy, please, please. Look...

if you know something about what happened to Marcus...

♪

-I never meant for him to get hurt.

[dramatic music]

LIZZY: It's my fault.

I never should have gone to Marcus for help.

EMILY: Help with what?

-I was being blackmailed.

-This is about the baby, right?

Marcus is the father?

-How did you...?

-You went to Marcus instead of Trent.

So, whatever you're being blackmailed over

is likely a secret you're trying to keep from him?

I'm just taking a shot in the dark here,

but Marcus is the true father of your baby, right?

-Yes.

I don't know why it was so important for me

to keep it a secret.

If I had just told Trent.

But I didn't find out I was pregnant

until I'd already fallen for him, and...

he was so happy.

-How did Marcus take the news?

MARCUS: I, uh...

I don't know what to say.

-I'm sorry.

-No. No, no.

It's okay.

-I'm not ready to tell Trent yet.

I love him. I can't risk losing him.

-Whatever you choose to do, I'm on your side.

LIZZY: Three weeks after that, I got a text from a number

I didn't recognize.

It said I had to pay 40,000 in cash

or Trent would learn the truth.

I wasn't ready for that to come out.

-So you went to Marcus again?

-He wanted to get the blackmailer on video.

He said the money didn't matter.

It would come back to him.

-And he knew where to find them?

-I was told to leave the money in a bag

next to a tree with a ribbon tied around it,

behind the stables.

I was also told to come alone.

EMILY: When is the last time you saw Marcus?

LIZZY: On my way to drop off the money.

I got scared.

I almost backed out, but Marcus came to me.

-Hey, hey. Look at me, look at me.

It's gonna be okay, alright?

Here.

[owls and crows calling]

-You'll feel better with something in your stomach.

[crunches into cookie]

LIZZY: After that, I left the bag of money by the tree

and went home.

-You've got this.

EMILY: Wait, Marcus shared the cookie with you.

Are you sure about that? -Yes.

-Then the cookie couldn't have been the source of the poison.

Okay, Lizzy, I...

I need you to just do one more brave thing for me tonight.

Please.

SAM: I sure would love to know

how you got Lizzy to come forward.

-I think she was desperate to tell someone.

I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

-Seems to be a recurring theme in your life.

And just so you know, this does not mean

that June is exonerated.

She's still a person of interest.

-You're not gonna let me have the win, are you?

-I'm just managing expectations.

-Well, at least for the time being,

you're finally free of me.

-What a relief.

♪

EMILY: Hey...

Hey.

Oof.

JUNE: To think I owe my freedom to Marcus's ex-girlfriend.

And you, of course.

-I didn't do much of anything.

-Somehow I find that hard to believe.

Thank you.

For making our town your home.

You just... make it better.

-Maybe it makes me better.

Um...

did you know about the baby?

-Marcus promised no secrets.

And he meant it.

Except the one that got him killed, of course.

-He was buying the farm from Gordon.

That was his big surprise.

-Really? -Yeah.

-That was always my dream for us.

Live in the country, have an animal sanctuary.

I would talk about it all the time

when we were married.

-I, uh-- I spoke to Gordon before he was hospitalized.

He mentioned you'd been to the farm recently.

-I went to see Shadow.

She had a nasty infection in the summer.

I check in often to make sure that if there's a recurrence,

I can catch it early.

I would have shot Gordon a heads-up text,

but he wouldn't know how to open that

even if he had a phone. [chuckles]

EMILY (V.O.): Maybe Sam is wrong.

Maybe some investigations are like Agatha Christie plots...

because the final piece of this puzzle

just fell perfectly into place.

-Hey!

You're not... doing anything gross

like looking at crime scene photos, are you?

-No. -Can we talk for a minute?

-Uh, yeah, of course.

Is everything okay?

-Yeah.

I just...

I wanted to tell you...

that I'm okay with Mom not being here.

I loved it when she was,

and I loved that you two would come together

to make sure I had a great Christmas,

but I'm not a kid anymore.

I can handle it.

-I made it awkward, didn't I?

-No, Dad.

Spending time with you is the best.

But that doesn't mean we have to keep doing

the same activities we did with Mom.

Maybe it's time to find our own thing.

-That actually sounds really nice.

I, uh...

I love ya, kiddo.

-Love you too.

♪

♪

Although...

there is one tradition I think I could still get behind.

-Yeah? Which one?

-Christmas karaoke night at the diner.

[clears throat]

♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly... ♪

♪ Fa la la... ♪

[both laugh]

-No way.

-You in?

-Absolutely.

[instrumental "Deck the Halls" playing]

[knocks on door]

♪

[music becomes mysterious]

♪

♪

♪

♪

-Gotcha.

[door opens]

ANNA: Who's in here?

Emily?

What are you doing here?

-Just looking for this.

Although it is $40,000 lighter than when you first found it.

You do know blackmail's a crime, right?

-So is breaking and entering.

-Touché.

-So, what is it you think you know?

-You were blackmailing Lizzy to get the money

to pay off your dad's gambling debts.

-Maybe my dad was the one who did it.

-Your dad doesn't own a cell phone,

let alone know how to use one,

so how's he gonna send a blackmail note

in the form of an anonymous text message?

-They came to me at school.

Two men.

I thought they were going to kill me.

They said I had a week to pay up or my dad was a dead man.

-So you thought blackmail was your only course of action?

-We're broke!

The banks had already turned us away.

And for all his faults, he's still my dad,

and I would do anything to protect him.

-You knew that Marcus was secretly

the father of Lizzy's baby.

-It was just a fluke.

I was at the diner the night that she broke the news.

I was hungry after driving home from school

and I was just chilling out, waiting for my food to arrive.

I guess they thought I couldn't hear them whispering.

LIZZY: I'm not ready to tell Trent yet.

I love him.

I can't risk losing him.

EMILY: Stealing Marcus' money was one thing.

But he didn't have to die!

-What are you talking about?

I didn't even see Marcus that night.

I just grabbed the bag and I went right back to my car

at the gas station.

I always intended to pay Lizzy as soon as I was able.

-You think that makes it okay? -Of course not!

But I don't regret it either.

So go ahead and report me.

I don't care.

-This is your mess, Anna.

You clean it up.

[dramatic music]

EMILY (V.O.): I'm not sure what's bothering me more,

the fact that Anna refused to admit to killing Marcus...

or the fact that I kind of believe her.

SAM: [voicemail] You've reached Dt. Wilner.

Please leave a message and I'll get right back to you.

If this is en emergency... -[horse whinnies]

♪

[horse whinnies]

-Hello?

Anyone here?

[horse whinnies]

[mysterious music]

EMILY (V.O.): That's new.

I thought Gordon said it wasn't safe to go up there.

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[floor creaking]

♪

EMILY (V.O.): Rowen's pack?

I saw him leave with it.

What's it doing up here?

♪

♪

-Pentobarbital.

[floor creaking]

-You shouldn't have come here.

-I could say the same thing to you.

♪

-[loud crack] -Aah!

♪

Augh...

[breathing heavily]

Aah...

♪

Aah.rens]

-[exhales]

[groans]

[exhales]

ROWEN: Good.

You're both awake.

[muffled yelling]

ROWEN: Feel free to yell if you like.

The boss there sent everyone home.

[muffled yelling]

♪

EMILY: So, uh...

how long have you been secretly living up in that loft?

-Since I lost my house to a fire a few months back.

Turns out my insurance elapsed.

So now I'm still paying a mortgage

for the privilege of sleeping in a pile of straw.

-And you're about to lose that too.

You knew about Gordon's plan to sell the farm.

-They made the deal right here where I'm standing.

There's a lot you can learn when nobody knows you're there.

-So, what, you...

you figured you just kill Marcus

and then all your problems will magically go away?

-You think I was trying to kill Marcus?

That was his own fault.

It should have been the old man that night.

[mysterious music]

♪

-Marcus.

-Not now, Gordon. I've done what I can for you,

and you're just gonna have to be patient, okay?

-Alright.

♪

ROWEN: Weeks of planning down the drain.

GORDON: Rowen!

Get me some more oats, would you?

Today!

EMILY: If Marcus took the flask,

why wasn't it found with his body?

-June convinced Gordon

to organize a search for him when he didn't come back.

I was the one who found him.

He was already dead.

There was nothing I could do.

He shouldn't have taken that flask.

EMILY: Marcus was there to confront a blackmailer.

I imagine he took it because he needed a little extra courage.

And you know what? You're one to talk!

You stole that bottle of pentobarbital

from June, didn't you?

Yeah?

During one of her medical visits with Shadow?

-She shouldn't have left her bag unattended!

-Once Marcus was dead, though, the deal was dead.

Why try to kill Gordon again?

-He made me a promise!

He told me to my face I was like a son to him,

that I'd always have a home here!

But he tried to throw that away just to save his own skin.

What was to stop him from trying again

next time he got himself in a jam?

So I planted the flask where I knew he'd find it.

He did the rest.

-You gonna poison us too?

-[whimpering]

-You can't honestly believe

that you're gonna get away with this!

-I heard you earlier,

threatening to expose Anna as a blackmailer.

It all just kind of falls into place.

After you turned your back on her,

she got the drop on you,

injected poison into your bloodstream.

And then, overcome at guilt at what she'd done...

she injects herself.

-[whimpers]

-All wrapped up in a bow, huh?

There's only one problem.

I've been recording this entire conversation on my phone.

-You're bluffing. I checked.

You don't have your phone on you.

-That's because I hid it when I came in here!

Go ahead and look. You won't find it.

But the police will.

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♪

♪

-Oh, I will find it.

-[grunting]

-Shh.

[suspenseful music]

♪

♪

♪

[phone buzzing]

[dramatic music]

-[loud crash] -[horse snorts]

-[horse neighs] -Okay, it's okay!

Calm down, Shadow. Shadow, calm down!

[horse neighs]

-Hey-- aah!

-[grunts]

Aah!

Shh, Shadow!

It's okay, Shadow, it's okay! It's okay!

-[grunts] Aah!

-Sorry.

I got you, I got you. We're okay.

We're okay, come on.

Shh, shh, Shadow, it's okay!

Shh...

He's down...

He's down.

♪

[police radio chatter]

-[sighs]

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♪

[car starts]

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♪

-[sighs]

-I hear you took a nasty bump.

-Yeah, it's okay.

Got a hard head.

-That I believe.

[indistinct conversation in background]

-So, uh... I owe you an explanation.

-You do.

But not today.

I'm just...

I'm just glad you're okay.

Right now that's...

that's all that matters.

[light, festive music]

♪

♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la... ♪

EMILY (V.O.): After every disaster comes a period

of rebuilding and regrowth.

♪ Isn't it magical this time of year ♪

♪ Brings a new sense of hope ♪

♪ Wonder and cheer... ♪

EMILY (V.O.): The hope being that everyone

comes out the other side stronger,

having successfully weathered the storm.

♪ That's when I finally see ♪

♪ What Christmas means ♪

♪ It's not about gifts by the tree ♪

EMILY (V.O.): As for me, the truth is,

I've never felt settled.

There's always been a part of me that's ready

to pick up and run at a moment's notice.

♪ Moments that last forever when we're all together ♪

♪ Every December that's when I remember ♪

♪ What Christmas means ♪

♪ Nothing if I don't have ♪

♪ The ones I love here next to me ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la... ♪

EMILY (V.O.): But this may be the closest thing

I've ever had to a real home.

And a home is worth protecting.

Of course, opening the door a crack

to let some of my previous life shine through

does come with a certain degree of danger.

And a girl can never be too careful.

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