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Hi. Tim Henley.

The day after you met him at the diner,

he didn't show up for school.

He smells something familiar.

Kyle Granger, you're wanted for questioning

in regard to the murder of Tim Henley.

No, I... I didn't do anything wrong!

-Dad! -Let's go.

All right, Merry Christmas!

Vy?

I know you're closing, but I need someone to talk to.

Of course. Come on.

Have you heard from Kyle?

No.

I don't believe he's guilty,

but Dad said the school has video evidence

suggesting otherwise.

What kind of video evidence?

You won't give me any details.

Wait... I'm sorry, Kyle was at the school?

I thought he was studying with you at the diner.

He accidentally forgot a book he needed

in his locker at school, so he left to go get it.

How long was he gone?

He didn't come back.

But that's not proof of anything.

Look, I know that you're scared for Kyle, but...

your dad wouldn't call him in for questioning

without good reason.

It just...

It still hurts, you know?

Hey, come here.

I am here for you, you know?

Always.

I know.

Can I ask...

what happened between you and my dad?

I'm not blind.

I saw how close you two were getting.

-Even now you're defending him. -I...

And I really like that you're in his corner.

But... something changed this year.

I just think we got... we got busy doing other things.

So it has nothing to do with me?

What? No! Come on.

Great! Then...

there's no reason not to re-hire me, right?

Walked right into that one.

-My resume. -Um...

I have excellent references.

In fact, you're one of 'em.

Just know I'm here for you.

Like you've been here for me.

Detective Wilner?

IT had a look at these number sequences you sent them,

and they came up empty.

If you want, we can outsource it.

No, that's... that's all right, thanks.

Understood.

Also, Emily Lane is here to see you.

Hey.

I was hoping we could talk about Violet.

She's really upset about Kyle.

Yeah, she's giving me the cold shoulder.

I had no idea they were friends.

She doesn't share things with me like she used to.

-She talks to you, though. -Well...

I'm a strong female role model.

Also not a cop.

She's 17, you know?

She's gotta start making her own decisions some time.

Yeah, but getting involved with the suspect?

What'll it do to her if he turns out to be guilty?

Do you really think it'll come to that?

I hope not. He's maintaining his innocence.

We didn't have enough to hold him.

You know, I've been following the story in the media

this past week. They're saying it may have been

a head injury that killed Henley?

Looks that way, yeah.

Was there any kind of...

death threat found with the body?

How would you know that?

We didn't release that.

I... went to his house after Violet told me he was gone.

-What?! -I just wanted to see

if he was there, but I saw a little piece of tape

on the door; it looked like it was holding something in place,

and I just kinda, you know, put two and two together.

Look at this.

Okay, let me see.

Oh...

"Leave town now, or the same thing that happened to your dog"

"will happen to you."

But his dog was found unharmed.

Yeah, I guess whoever did it didn't have the heart

to hurt an animal, but they wanted Henley

to think he was dead.

But he packed a suitcase and put it in his trunk,

so he took that threat seriously.

So, why go to the school

to deliver your resignation letter in person?

Why not just send an email later?

Great question.

All roads lead back to the school.

You know, you're gonna need someone on the inside.

Come on! You know I can handle it.

I proved it last year when I infiltrated the choir

and saved Brooke's life, thank you very much.

Absolutely not!

Even if I did approve, it would take time

to build a believable cover story

that explained your presence there.

Mm...

Way ahead of you.

Everyone, let's welcome our newest addition to the team,

Coach Lane.

Don't forget to use your pawns.

They're called "pawns" for a reason, right?

Ah, you waited too long to castle.

You left your flank open.

Oh... here we go.

Hey... you okay?

I didn't do what they said I did.

Are you talking about Coach Henley?

-Nobody will listen to me. -I'm listening.

Okay, look, the video the police have of me

was taken completely out of context.

I ran into Coach Henley outside the school,

and he told me that my grades weren't coming up enough,

and that if I didn't get at least 75% of my next paper,

I'd be kicked off the team. I mean...

obviously I was so, so angry, but not with him;

with myself.

I can't shake it.

Then use it.

Channel all that anger into your game.

Just focus on the board and let everything else fall away.

You got this.

Okay.

Maybe I missed my calling

as a motivational speaker.

I can't be sure Kyle's telling the truth,

but if he's lying, he sure is good at it.

Sorry. Sorry I'm late.

I need to talk to you. Now.

-Where have you been? -I'm sorry, I was...

Do you not care about your future, Shayne?

I care, obviously...

Are you gonna throw away everything

you've worked towards?

You mean everything you've worked towards?

-I can't... -Stop.

You're so close to the finish line.

Okay?

Now, please, don't mess this up.

Compose yourself and get in there.

Was that just a dad's tough love?

Or is there something more at play?

Detective Wilner, I am so sorry for keeping you waiting.

This is Christmas, our biggest season for dining room sets,

and of course, our order gets lost in transit. Please.

I'm not here for furniture, Ray.

I need you to do something for me.

I'm... not sure I understand.

I know you get things done for a price.

Now, as far as I can tell,

you operate mostly in the grey area,

which is why I've left you alone.

But...

I need to know what the numbers in this folder mean.

Well, surely you have department resources

that'd be better suited to that than, um...

Unless...

this isn't strictly on the books!

You dippin' a toe in that grey area yourself, Detective?

Can you do this for me, or not?

Well, it's obviously encrypted, but, ah, I'm confident

I can get someone to crack it for you...

using perfectly legal methods.

Great. All right, you know how to reach me.

Uh, Sam...?

Feel free to leave through the back door.

A cop's not great for business.

Happy holidays.

You too, Ray.

All right, so...

Great practice, everyone.

-Oh, uh, Coach Lane? -Yeah?

I just... wanted to say thanks.

You really helped me find my focus.

That's what I'm here for. Any time.

See ya.

You were great with him today.

Oh, thanks.

You seem to be here a lot during team sessions, Hollis.

Oh, I didn't think it was so obvious.

I just love watching them play. It's the highlight of my day.

-Do you play yourself? -No.

I mean, a little, but I don't hold a candle to these kids.

They're pretty special.

Kyle especially.

I think he's got a bright future.

Yeah.

I noticed you got some chops, too.

Did you notice anything else?

Being a fan, I mean.

I've got some stories, yeah.

Why don't you and I play a game of chess,

and if you win, I'll tell you some of those stories.

And if you win...?

Then I'll regret not applying for the coaching job.

Uh, how about tomorrow morning?

That works.

I'm here always bright and early.

-Great. -Great, okay.

-Okay. -I'll see you then.

Hey, Sam, you got my message?

Thanks for the report.

Yeah, thanks for trusting me with it.

Glad I can help.

Well, you do have a knack for it.

Wait... Was that...

a compliment?

What's this?

Is the ice finally starting to thaw?

Maybe there's hope for Sam yet.

Um, I should... uh, I should go.

June is waiting for me inside.

Unless... do you want to join?

No, uh, thank you.

I still have some work I need to get done tonight.

Okay. Another time.

-How's Clyde doing? -Happy and healthy.

I've been trying to find him a home,

but it's always a little harder with an older dog.

Oh, I wish I could take him.

Uh, you have your hands full with your two little terrors.

Not to mention running your store,

and now coaching the chess team?

Where do you find the energy?

A lot of coffee. That is my secret.

Emily...

I saw you chatting with my dad earlier,

and I was wondering if maybe the subject

of my employment came up...?

We didn't... we didn't talk about that.

Sorry.

It's cool.

Never mind that!

Have you found an outfit for the dance yet?

Um...

I'm actually not sure if I'm going anymore.

What happened?

I thought things were moving in a good direction!

There've been... some complications.

There always are!

But you have to work through them to get stronger.

Oh, God, to be young and in love.

Is there any better feeling?

You left your rook wide open.

Checkmate.

You totally baited me.

That's kind of the point, yeah.

Who taught you how to play?

Self-taught. Mostly me versus the computer.

My aunt and uncle aren't much for games,

or any of my other hobbies, for that matter.

Yeah, my parents are constantly travelling for work.

It's exhausting.

I think being here at Lakeport

is the longest I've been in one place.

It must be hard to make friends when you travel a lot.

Yeah, well...

all you really need is one great friend, and then...

you're never alone.

Um, so the other day, when you went into that room

with the computers...?

Yeah, coding club.

We meet there a couple times a week.

Mm. Can anyone use the room, or...?

It's invite only. Ms. Cambridge runs the program.

She hand-picks students who she wants, but, uh...

if you're interested, I could talk to her for you.

That's okay. I don't think she likes me very much.

Yeah, well, maybe she just needs to get to know you better.

Worked for me.

Are you sure you want to do that?

I think I hate this game.

Hi, boys.

I know you're hungry. Just give Mama a second.

Digging through the trash

wasn't my finest moment,

but I had to see what Shayne was so determined

to get rid of after that argument with his dad.

School essays...

Looks like Shayne has a side hustle

selling papers to other students.

I admire the entrepreneurial spirit,

but he risks expulsion,

not to mention kissing his shot at a scholarship goodbye

if he's ever caught.

Or...

Coach, just wait. Can we just talk...

It's out of my hands, Shayne.

Maybe he already was.

♪ Go get the old chimney sweeper ♪

♪ Make sure the chimney is clean... ♪

Not bad.

Why do I feel like you're toying with me?

I like your Christmas tree.

Thank you. I'm here more than I'm at home,

so why not enjoy the season, right?

No, no.

Yeah... mm-hm.

That's checkmate.

-Good game. -Good game.

All right, a promise is a promise.

What do you wanna know?

Yeah... Were you here that night

Coach Henley delivered his resignation letter?

Yeah, like I said, I'm here all the time.

You know, first to arrive, last to leave.

Did you see him that night?

No, but I might have heard him.

It's an old building.

Sound travels through the vents, and...

I remember there was an argument...

and I could make out one of the voices.

It was Richard Leeland.

And the other was Coach Henley?

I'm not sure, but I did see his car

parked behind the gym blocking a fire lane.

Do you know how long it was there for?

I just know that when I left, his car was gone.

Why?

Well, just...

the former chess coach was murdered.

As the new coach, I just...

I wanna know what I'm walking into.

Violet?

Hi.

I'm sorry I ghosted you.

I just needed time to think.

Look, I really like you,

and I promise I had nothing to do with Coach Henley's death,

but I also completely understand if you don't believe me.

Why wouldn't I believe you?

I mean, your dad doesn't.

Well, I'm not my dad.

He doesn't know you like I do.

-Wanna head to class? -I guess.

♪ Baby, I'm gonna be home this Christmas ♪

♪ Honey, I'm gonna be home... ♪

Hey.

Sorry! My mind was elsewhere.

Hi!

What were you thinking about?

Ah, you know, just visions of sugar plums and such.

And the fact that Tim Henley

likely never left the school that night.

So it had to be his killer who drove his car to Newark Airport.

Right. Hey, uh, speaking of cars,

I noticed yours at the school this morning

when I dropped Violet off.

You keepin' tabs on me now?

While you're there, your safety is my responsibility.

I have a right to be kept in the loop.

Mm-hm.

I do have an update for you, actually.

So... I learned that Shayne Leeland

has been selling essays to his fellow students.

-Vice-principal's son? -Yeah.

I think Tim Henley figured it out

and was planning to report him to his dad.

There would have been serious consequences.

Maybe even expulsion.

Yeah, exactly.

Oh, I also learned from the custodian

that Richard Leeland was in a shouting match with someone,

possibly Tim Henley, on the night he died.

Funny, Richard didn't mention that to me.

It could have something to do with Shayne...?

I could talk to him.

See if he opens up to me, you know, coach-to-player.

All right.

In the meantime, I'll talk to his dad,

see if Henley came to him about the essay thing.

Look at us, teamin' up again.

-Not a team up. -Really?

Hm, just kinda feels like it is.

-No. -No?

No.

I admit, tempers may have flared that night.

I mean, it was a big blow to have him quit so suddenly.

Well, teachers can be replaced.

Tim was more than just a teacher.

He single-handedly took our chess team from the bottom five

to the top of the rankings in only a few years.

Players were counting on him.

Scholarships are on the line.

Your son Shayne's up for one of those scholarships, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

And that fact may have even fuel led my anger that night,

but...

once Tim explained his situation,

calmer heads prevailed.

I was hoping you could explain.

I don't know what that is. I've never seen it.

Hey, look, I'm not a teacher.

I'm not here to judge.

I just want to know why.

So, your son's name didn't come up at all?

Why would it?

Henley didn't mention any issues

he may have been having with Shayne?

What are you getting at, Detective?

I don't know. It was, uh...

an easy way to make money.

In my case, the only way to make friends.

By helping them cheat?

Yeah, I'm the son of the vice principal,

so nobody really wants me around.

They all think I'm a spy or something.

And here I thought Violet had it tough

being a cop's daughter.

Did you ever sell Kyle a paper?

No.

I mean, I tried, but he wouldn't take it,

even though he was failing the class.

What about Coach Henley?

Did he figure out what you were doing?

Yeah.

Did he tell your dad about it?

I don't know.

You know, sometimes I just... I can't wait

to get out of this place and never look back, you know?

Can't say that I haven't been there myself.

Why would my son be selling essays?

This is a serious allegation.

Do you have any evidence to back this up?

Not exactly.

Well, then, I think we're done here.

Okay.

Oh, uh... one last thing.

The morning after the argument, what...

what time did you arrive at the school?

Around 7:30, as usual.

-Someone can vouch for that? -Several someones.

I had no time to arrange for a substitute teacher, so I...

I took Tim's first period English class myself.

And your son, Shayne?

He took that same class.

If you wouldn't mind,

I'd love to take a look at the attendance records.

Mila, thanks for waiting. Come in.

How'd it go with Shayne?

He knows he made a mistake and he regrets it.

He's carrying a lot of emotional baggage.

I think his dad pushes him pretty hard.

Maybe too hard.

And the essay thing?

Henley caught him in the act.

It's unclear whether his dad found out about it or not.

Richard insists he had no idea, but I'm not sure I believe him.

Wait, Coach Bancroft?

There's no match today. What brings you out?

It's none of your concern.

You changed your mind, didn't you?

You came to accept Leeland's offer?

It doesn't matter.

Apparently, the position's already been filled.

Probably some stuffy, old has-been.

Sounds about right.

You're not wearing your lucky tie.

Oh, hah... you noticed that?

I have a question for you.

What is that?

Why is Coach Henley's lucky tie in the back seat of your car?

So what if Tim and I were spending time together?

We broke no laws.

Well, the tie wasn't the only possession of Henley's

we found in your car.

His coaching playbook was in your glove box.

He left it at my apartment during one of his visits.

I was planning on returning it.

When was the last time you and Henley spoke?

At our most recent match.

Phone records say otherwise.

Shows here that he called you the night he died.

You spoke for over three minutes.

I remember now.

He called me raving about something

that had nothing to do with me.

Accused me of stealing his dog.

I didn't even know he had one.

Seen this before?

No. Never.

Yet you're no stranger to violence.

You had your boyfriend, Victor Prova,

attack your opponent in the chess finals back in the day.

Victor and I had broken up

and he thought that would be a good way to win me back.

Instead, he got me blackballed from the competition.

Where is he now?

Don't know, don't care.

But I do know that he didn't write that letter.

If Victor wanted to hurt someone,

he wouldn't warn them in advance.

She's right. If you're planning to hurt somebody,

you don't typically send a card first.

It wasn't Victor.

He's currently serving three to five for aggravated assault.

Henley's car is the key.

It's a 16-hour trip from here to Newark and back,

which eliminates Richard Leeland.

He was covering a class for Henley at 9:00 am

the next morning, and his son Shayne was in that class.

I checked the attendance record.

What about Kyle?

He called in sick.

His mother works nights. She claims she checked in on him

when she got home and he was there.

You don't sound convinced.

Her son's a suspect in a murder investigation.

She could be trying to protect him.

Yeah, but if she's telling the truth,

then Kyle is likely innocent.

I could talk to him after practice,

see if he'll open up about it.

No, I'll handle it.

I'm already on the inside. He'll trust me...

Honestly, it's best if I deal with him.

Why do you keep pushing me away?

-I'm not, I just... -You're just what?

You don't want Violet to be around me?

I have no idea if it's safe

for my daughter to get close to you.

Can you guarantee me her safety?

No, of course not! I mean, can anybody?

But I...

I would die before I'd let something happen to that girl.

Maybe we should...

If you want to be done with me, fine!

But you don't get to tell me where I can and can't go

in this town, or who I get to talk to, okay?

You can't. Not anymore.

♪ Underneath the mistletoe... ♪

I was probably too hard on Sam.

I played my role in all this as well, but...

that had been building up in me for a while.

At least I feel better now, right?

Ugh, who am I kidding?

Grace... Thanks for letting me read it.

I now know way more than I should

about minor Greek demigods.

-I hope you liked it. -I did.

Wanna meet after class? I can...

walk you back to your dorm?

That sounds nice.

Grace, what are you doing here?

This is a private area.

I'm so sorry, Ms. Cambridge, I just...

I wanted to use the computers.

I should have... asked.

Who gave you the door code?

All this for a game of chess?

Oh, I'm... I'm not actually playing.

I just... I wanted more of a challenge,

so I'm reprogramming the game to make it harder.

Am I in trouble?

Hello?

Hey, it's, uh... it's Sam.

Can I come up?

Look, I've been thinking about what you said.

I said a lot of things.

I know I'm not the best at communicating my feelings.

I wish I could just... turn off that part of my brain

that has to get to the bottom of everything and everyone, but...

I can't.

So...

when I found out you weren't who I thought you were,

I just...

I had nothing to latch on to. I lost my bearings.

Ah... I'm not making sense.

No, I... I get what you're saying.

You still feel that way?

I don't know.

I don't want to.

'Cause when I'm with you, I...

I came to thank you.

For what?

You've been there for Violet

in a way I haven't been able to be.

And I'm glad she has a...

What'd you... call yourself?

Um...

a strong female role model?

Yeah.

I may have just, like, oversold it a bit, but...

I just wanted to get that out.

I should go.

Okay.

Hey, Sam...

Um, don't be a stranger.

No chance.

It's a small town.

I'm not sure where Sam and I go from here.

In some ways, it feels like we've turned a corner.

But with so many unknowns in my life...

is that even a good idea?

Hey! I brought coffee.

Oh, thank you.

My little friend here had me up half the night with his howling.

Any luck finding Clyde a new home?

Actually, yeah.

I'm adopting him.

I knew you would.

How could I not?

I mean, we both suffered a loss, and now we can

kind of look out for each other, you know?

Mm-hm. It was meant to be.

It certainly was.

Right, buddy?

Yeah, bud. Yeah, you're so sweet.

Emily!

Glad to see you're okay.

Why wouldn't I be?

Oh, well, you haven't responded to my emails.

Or my calls.

Or my texts.

If this is about helping out at the dance tonight,

I don't think it's a good idea.

Why not? It's not like you have anything else to do.

How could you possibly know that?

Because I know.

What do you have there?

It's from the school.

Just a cheque for my coaching services.

Oh?

Was there any kind of death threat

found with the body?

This envelope is the exact same style

and pattern as the one that was found with Tim Henley's body.

Could someone from school have sent the threatening letter?

Is everything okay?

Um...

I changed my mind about the dance tonight.

I'll be there.

Oh! Perfect!

See you tonight.

You look beautiful.

Have fun. I'll pick you up at 10.

-Thanks. -Hey, I, uh...

I know it's been a tough few weeks,

and I know I've handled things in the wrong way in the past,

but... I trust you.

I know.

Okay, just make good decisions. Stay around other people.

And there it is.

Yeah, I hear it. Just humour me, okay?

Go. Have fun. I love you.

I love you too, Dad.

Oh, Emily, isn't this great?

Look at the turnout!

Yeah.

Now, can you hold down the fort?

Because I'm gonna go get some pics!

Sure.

Violet! You look so amazing!

Oh, my gosh, this dress!

Thank you.

Okay, wait, so... you just need to sign in here.

Um, did you not come with Kyle?

We decided to meet up here instead.

You haven't seen him, have you?

Uh, nope. Not yet.

I don't think he's signed in either.

Great. I have time to drop my jacket off in my locker.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

♪ Wanna give you the gift of fa-la-la-la ♪

♪ Wanna give you the gift of fa-la-la-la ♪

What the heck?

Where's my phone?

Okay, should be here...

I was able to find an exact match

to the envelope online,

and the specific colour and pattern was discontinued

a few years ago.

Hello...

Well, this doesn't prove

Richard is involved.

There are still plenty of these envelopes

still out there in the wild.

But with Richard being the last person

who saw Tim alive... I do see a pattern developing.

What do we have here?

Tim Henley's signature...

Richard was trying to perfect it.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Violet, what are you doing here?

You should be at the gym.

Oh my God, who gave you this?

I... I can't find my phone.

-I need to call my dad. -Okay.

You can call from my office. Come on.

Kyle. You're not with Violet?

No. She was supposed to meet me outside the gym,

but I missed my bus and I got here late.

I can't find her.

Well, she said she was just going to her locker.

Well, this is her locker, and she's not here.

And she's not responding to my texts.

Um...

No lock. That's weird.

Um... let me try her.

What's wrong?

Um...

Why don't you head to the gym, see if she came back?

And even if she hasn't, just wait there for her,

see if she does.

What about you?

I'll check the bathroom. She might be freshening up.

Sure.

Yeah.

Hey, Hollis? I might need your help.

Hollis...?

Sit down.

Can I get you anything?

Answers.

Oh, not so big on the pleasantries, huh?

-Did you crack it or not? -'Course I did.

Well, not me personally, but, uh... I...

I have a hard enough time with online order forms, let alone...

Ray.

The numbers are encrypted access codes

that unlock various dark web communications portals.

It's basically a playground for black hats.

Black hats? Like, uh, hackers?

One particular group of hackers, to be precise.

I'm unfamiliar with them, but they've taken credit

for some large-scale DOS attacks that have played havoc

with major financial institutions.

I've, um, put together what little I could find.

Here...

What's the name of this group?

It's all right here.

We never settled on compensation...?

How about I agreed not to sic every law enforcement agency

in the state on you, and we call it square?

I think that should about cover it.

Merry Christmas, Ray.

Mm-hm. Detective.

Hollis...?

Emily, I made a mistake.

-Where's Violet? -I don't know.

-Where is she? -I don't know.

I was only trying to scare her.

Kyle was getting too attached, and I... I just didn't

want him to have second thoughts about college.

What does any of this have to do with Kyle?

He's my son.

He doesn't know it, but he is.

And I took this job so that I could be close to him

and make sure he gets the scholarship that he deserves.

So Coach Henley threatened to bench Kyle

because of his grades, so you... you took his dog.

You sent him that threat.

I needed him to go away long enough for Kyle

to win that chess title.

Just so he could have the future that I didn't have.

But scaring him wasn't enough.

He showed up here, and then you killed him.

What? No, I didn't kill him.

-Well, who did, then? -I don't know!

I swear, I don't know!

It can't be true.

Kyle...

I didn't want you to find out like this.

I'm so sorry.

I can't deal with this right now.

Wait, wait, Kyle. Let me explain.

Just let him go. Let him go, come on.

You're in enough trouble. Don't make it worse.

Phone's right there on my desk.

Dad?

Shayne, what are you doing here?

I can't keep doing this.

I can't keep lying about Coach Henley's death.

I have to come clean.

I should... go.

No, no, no.

Let go!

That sounds like Violet. Where is that coming from?

It's the VP's office.

No, Dad, Dad!

Please let me go!

No, I'm sorry. I-I can't let you leave.

Dad, please, just don't. Don't do this.

Just let me think. I need to think.

You killed Mr. Henley?

No, no, you have it wrong, okay?

Shh, I can still fix this!

You've done a bang-up job of it so far, haven't you?

Coach Lane, I...

Richard, it's over. The police are on their way.

You don't understand what happened.

Tim Henley brought this on himself.

He came here, he attacked me.

He blamed me for killing his dog!

I know. Hey, hey, I know.

I know he thought it was Mila Bancroft at first,

making a play to move her team up the rankings

by eliminating the competition.

Hey... but then I imagine he took a closer look at the letter

and realized it came in the same envelope as his paycheques.

He thought that your threat

was his way of protecting your son from expulsion.

But you didn't send the letter, right?

You didn't send it. So why kill him?

You don't understand! It wasn't him, okay?

Yes, yes, I killed him!

Dad, I'm not letting you do this!

Shayne, please.

You have your whole future ahead of you.

Dad, I love you so much. I just...

I can't carry this weight anymore.

I did it.

I killed him.

Okay. It's okay.

Shayne...

Tell me... tell me what happened.

It's okay.

I...

I came here, and...

I wanted to tell my dad that I was...

I was ready to accept Coach Henley's punishment.

Okay.

But then I got here, and...

and they were fighting.

You killed Clyde.

You took him for me!

What are you talking about?

This isn't funny! You killed my dog!

Why would you kill him?

Tim, calm down!

Hey, hey! Get off him!

I pushed him, and...

I don't know what happened. He fell, he hit his head.

It was a fluke accident!

Right, so, to protect your son's future, you...

you tried to cover it up.

Dad took care of Coach Henley,

and I drove his car to Newark.

But you were marked present the next morning.

Yeah, Dad took care of that, too.

I did what any father would do.

Look, Richard, you're a good dad.

You made a terrible mistake.

You don't want to hurt Violet.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

No. It's my word against yours.

Not exactly.

-Dad! -Hey, you okay?

Yeah.

Thanks to Emily.

If she didn't get here when she did, I...

Hey...

You're okay.

Can I join you?

Yeah. Of course.

It's... it's a little cold.

I hope Shayne's gonna be okay.

Well, Richard was right about one thing.

We do anything to protect our kids.

And tonight I owe you.

I just did what anyone would do in that situation.

Yeah, but it wasn't anyone.

It was you.

So, if Violet wants to go back to work at the Mistletoe...

Really?

Yeah.

You've proven to me she's safe with you in her life.

What are you listening to?

Wanna hear?

Play it from the start.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪

You know, I was really looking forward

to dancing with you tonight.

Same here.

♪ Floating in the air... ♪

It's not too late...?

♪ As soft as a kiss... ♪

What do you mean?

No.

No, no, no, no, no, Violet, I'm not a dancer.

-Yes, yes. -I'm not a dancer at all.

-I'm not either. -I...

♪ Won't you take my hand ♪

♪ We can slowly dance this night away ♪

♪ I'll keep you warm as the snow starts falling ♪

♪ Wrapped in my arms ♪

♪ Well, my heart is all in ♪

♪ 'Cause if you're looking for someone to hold ♪

♪ I'll pull you close and I won't let you go ♪

♪ I'll keep you warm, as the snow starts... ♪

Oh, let them be.

You were young once too.

I can't recall that far back.

Can you?

The truth is, in some ways,

I've never escaped the past.

I am pleased to introduce

the newest member to coding club.

Everyone, give Grace a nice welcome.

At times, I've put my old life behind me,

even allowed myself to believe the door was shut for good.

It's time to pick a user name.

I have the perfect name.

It's a creature from Greek mythology

made up of a bunch of different animals

all smooshed together as one.

Kind of like this club.

Well, go on. What's the name?

Chimera.

But despite my efforts,

it never quite relinquishes its hold on me.

Instead...

it hangs over me like a dark cloud...

waiting to strike when I least expect it.