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- That was fun.
- Mm. Yeah.

I couldn't agree more.

You know what else
would be fun?

- A five-minute break?
- No.

I'm not letting you off

that easily.

Oh, you want me
to read to you.

Kinky.
- No. It's a script

for a movie.
And I'd be the lead.

- Wow. Congratulations.
- Thanks.

Well, it's not a done deal yet.

But... I'll be producing it too.

It's kind of scary,
but I think I'm ready

to make the jump
to the big screen.

It sounds like
a great opportunity.

I hope it will be.
Oh, it's such a great part!

Guess what I would be playing?

- Dark agenda.
- A private investigator.

Wow. Well, if you
need any pointers...

Well, since you offered,

how about a ride along?
Follow you through a case.

Get the behind-the-scenes
truth of an investigation.

It's not always exciting,
you know.

But it's real. It'll give me
those true-to-life moments

I can use to build my character.

So what do you say, hmm?
Can I shadow the Shadow?

Um, sure. Let me just
talk to Angie about it.

Can we talk about it tomorrow?
- Yeah.

- Mm. You are very persuasive.
- Mm-hmm.

It's 2 a.m., Everett.

Oh, good! You're still awake.

I hope I'm not interrupting
a romantic evening.

Actually, we were
just talking about you.

I'm not sure if I should be
flattered or disturbed.

Can it wait 'til morning?

Apparently, we can.

Wait. "We"?

- Hey, Ange.
- Willow!

I'm sorry to spring this
on you, Angie, but I promise

you won't even know I'm here.
- Yeah, you really...

fade into the background.
- You don't mind if I
take a few notes?

- Knock yourself out.
- Great.

Psst! Psst!

Ooh! Let the shadowing begin.

I hope you don't
mind about Willow. She's gonna

pay us a consulting fee.
- Oh! You should've

led with that.

Everett and Shade,

I wasn't expecting three of you.
- I'm their associate

in training.
- Oh.

Follow me.

I was on the eighth floor
when it happened.

It's OK. I'm fine.

Um... Where are we going?

To the scene
of the crime.

I'm sorry for the subterfuge.
I can't be caught with visitors

or I'll be fired.
- The police don't believe

Sandra so they
won't investigate.

They say there's no evidence
to the crime but I know

what I saw through that window.
- Which was what?

A murder.

Now there's a plot twist
I did not see coming.

I've been cleaning
here at The Empress

at night
for the past two months.

Around 11,
I turn the lights off.

That's when she saw the light
in the building across the way.

Is that unusual?

I've never seen lights on
over there so late before.

What
happened next?

She saw two women arguing.

At first, all I could see
were shadows.

Then, they started fighting.
Then, one of them raised

their arm holding
something long,

hit the first woman,
slamming her against the window.

And then the woman who got hit,
she fell down and took some

and took some of the
vertical blinds down with her.

- The other woman disappeared after the attack.
- Did you...

get a look at the women's faces?
- It was too far away.

All I could see was
that they both had blonde hair.

Did the police
take your statement?

They came and checked it out,
but I couldn't even tell them

what floor it happened on.
They said no alarms went off,

the concierge hadn't gotten
any noise complaints.

They didn't find
a body, did they?

So they had no just cause
to pursue the case.

A mysterious crime.
A distraught witness

authorities don't believe.
This is classic Hitchcock.

Sandra, you work at night.

You must have a hard time
staying awake.

Maybe your mind is
just playing tricks on you?

I have been staying
up late studying

for a night school exam,
but I know what I saw: a murder,

which means there is a murderer
out there who needs to be found.

I'll cover the fee.

Guardian angels shouldn't
have to pay for help.

Alrighty then.
First things first... we have

to find out if what you saw was
actually a murder.

Exactly.

How do we do that?

♪ I see you and you see me ♪

♪ Watch you blowin' the lines
when you're makin' a scene ♪

♪ Oh boy, you've got to know

♪ What my head overlooks

♪ The senses will show
to my heart ♪

♪ When it's watching for lies

♪ 'Cause you can't escape my

♪ Private Eyes
They're watching you ♪

♪ Private Eyes,
they're watching you ♪

♪ Watching you, watching you,
watching you ♪

I got the blueprints
from the city.

It's a multi-use complex,
so it's retail on the bottom

and high-end condos on the top.

- What's with the red strings?
- Oh. Well, it's just

a little technique I picked up
at the forensics conference.

I have been dying to try it out.

So the strings represent
the trajectory

of Sandra's sight lines
from the eighth floor

to the neighbouring tower,
The Emperor.

And I've managed to narrow down
the potential crime scenes

to the sixth, seventh,
eighth and ninth floor.

- Do we know what's there?
- Yeah.

It's an architecture firm,

a vitamin retailer
and a meditation studio.

The eighth floor is
currently empty.

Sandra said she saw
two blonde women fighting,

some blinds get
knocked down, so we look

for the missing blinds.
- And the missing blonde.

I'll take
the vitamin retailer.

What? No, don't stick me
with meditation.

- Too bad, I already called it.
- Come on!

Private detective trainee
reporting for duty. Wow!

Is that...

What's happening?
- We're gonna be consultants

on Willow's next feature.
- Cool.

Not as cool as this.

Hi! I'm Mona. Are you here

to learn about our supplements?
Or perhaps join the team?

You know, with these faces,
you two could see me the moon.

We're with one
of your competitors.

Thinking about making the move.

Oh. Caterpillar
Supplements, right?

Uh... we'd rather not say.

Don't blame you. Now, I heard

they use gelatin in their
supposedly-vegan protein powder.

I make it my business to know
everything about everyone.

Well then, you must know
who was here in the office

last night around 11 p.m.

That's an oddly
specific question.

Well, I called to check
you guys out. A woman answered.

We had a lovely chat.
That's why we're here,

considering making
the switch to Butterfly.

Are you sure you called here?
Because of all the loud

construction noises in
the building, our guides have

been working from home lately.
- Oh. So it wasn't you?

Oh, I was at a client's
engagement dinner.

As long as we're here,
how about a tour?

Oh! No.

Not until you sign
on the dotted line.

And pass a training course.
Then, the gates

of this magical vitamin kingdom
will be open to you too.

- Oh, ginseng gum?
- Oh, please! It's organic.

- Would you get her some water?
- Yeah, of course!

Ugh!

Ugh.

Uh... Um... Wow.

You are good.
- 87 episodes and counting.

I'm gonna check the blinds.

No.

Hi.

Oh, thanks.
That ginseng has some kick.

So what do you say? Are you
ready to spread your wings

and release
your inner butterfly?

Well, you do make it
sound enticing.

You know what? Why don't you
try a product sample?

You'll see the quality
for yourself.

Now, this is our bestseller.

Gives you an extra lift,
you know.

Now, imagine
your breath in colour.

You wanna breathe in green,

and breathe out blue.

That marks the end
of the guided meditation.

The electromagnetic massage is
gonna take over

and guide you deeply

into your own breath
for the rest of the class.

Uh, you know, the session
isn't over yet.

You're not gonna get a refund.
- Yeah.

It's a little early
for me to get my zen on.

Maybe if you had
some late-night classes, say...

around 11?
- Well, classes after 9 p.m.

would disrupt your natural
circadian rhythms.

Oh, um, where's River today?
I heard her classes

are amazing.
- Oh, well,

she didn't bother
to show up or call.

- Really?
- Probably part of her tantrum

with the construction that's
going on downstairs. She says

the dust is preventing her
diaphragm from fully expanding.

Poor River. So I guess she's
off the schedule then, huh?

- Let me check.
- Thanks.

Looks like our computer system
is offline.

Oh. Well, you know what?
I think you're right.

Meditation is just not for me.

But I am very interested
in immersion therapy.

Um, if you're new
to the modality,

you run the risk
of kundalini congestion, so.

I'm pretty sure
that my kundalini

can handle more
than you think it can,

if you know what I mean.
- Yeah. Uh...

Excuse me.
- Yeah.

Eternal Lotus.

Damn it.

Hey! You should've seen it.

Matt was so quick on his feet.
It was just like

an improve class.
- Matt got

stamina powder.
- It was a gift.

- From a concerned friend?
- From the vitamin manager!

- Oh.
- A blonde who claims to have

an alibi. What about you?
Is all your tension

magically melted away?
- Until now.

One of the meditation
instructors was

also a blonde and she didn't
show up for work today.

Huh. Maybe we found our
blondes. But what's the motive?

Well, there's one more
business on that list,

Bridgeland Architects.
It's just around the corner.

So what's the play? I do
a great dissatisfied customer.

Or you could take the photos
of our potential blondes

back to Zoe at the office.
- Why don't we just text them?

And deprive Willow
from getting the chance

to watch Zoe in action?
- I would love to see

her in action! It's another
peek behind the curtain.

Well, I guess you do
need to see

how the entire operation works.

See you back at the office.

Don't wanna let it go to waste.

Just roll-up blinds,
no verticals.

Yeah, but maybe one of our
blondes works on this floor.

- Hey.
- Hello. I'm Grant Bridgeland.

- Oh, the Bridgeland in Bridgeland Architects?
- One and the same.

My wife and I were hoping

to get a quote on plans
for our new home.

I actually don't do
residential contracts anymore.

I'm busy putting a bid together
on the new opera house.

Sounds like
a high-profile gig.

That's amazing. Your staff
must be working night and day.

I actually do
all the designs myself.

- Really?
- Wow. Um,

Erika Michaels. I went to school

with an Erika Michaels.
Did we just miss her?

No. No, she's out of town
at a conference.

Oh. Is it the same Erika?
Blonde hair,

blue eyes?
- Actually, she's a brunette.

If you two will excuse me,
I'm running late

for a magazine interview.

No vertical blinds,
no blondes.

So much for our architect.
- We already ruled out

the meditation studio
and the vitamin place

as the crime scene.
- I'll get Zoe started on this.

I guess all we have to do is
check the empty eighth floor.

Yep. But first,

we need access.

OK. Uh, so today
we have a missing

meditation instructor to find,
and a vitamin manager's

alibi to check.
- Great.

There's a similar scene
in the script. My character has

to find someone, so she goes
into an underground bunker

to hack into the Fed's database.

Oh. Well, I just usually
check social media.

Oh. Alright.

I guess that can work too.

I need to know
absolutely everything

about how a detective
agency works. No detail is

too small.
- Well, the smallest details

are my favourite.
- Great.

So tell me,
what's it really like

to work for Shade and Angie?

Oh. Um, well, it's great.

Do they, um... do they
ever disagree about a case?

No. I mean, there's
a lot of discussion.

- You mean debate.
- Oh, OK, sure.

Heated arguments lead
to office conflict.

Oh. No, no, no, no, no, no.

I didn't say that.
- Oh, but surely there must be

some sort of tension.
- Tension?

No. No, no. I...

No, I can't think
of any kind of tension.

None. Whatsoever.

Excuse me.

We're representing the law firm

Sheverett and Associates,

and we're interested
in renting an office space.

Uh, you can contact
the sales team.

Uh, how's your security?

We have overseas clients,
and we'd need access

after hours.
- The elevators are operated

by a key fob coded
to your particular floor.

So there's no access
to floors after hours?

Only if you've got
the master key fob.

Which is tightly guarded
by you?

- Always.
- I suppose you,

uh, keep a record
of any employees

that use their fobs after hours?
- Of course, why?

Well, it helps us with
billing. That way, we can prove

to clients which lawyers were in
the office at any point in time.

You're gonna have to talk
to management about that.

- Any chance we could take a look at the eighth floor?
- It's under construction.

Still it would give us
a sense of the space.

Sorry. Off-limits.
Insurance issues.

Oh. We understand. Thank you
so much for your help.

- Got it?
- Like candy from a baby.

Well, this is very murder-y.

Willow would love it.

Speaking of which, thanks for
letting her shadow us.

Yeah, no problem.

Alright, well,
the vertical blinds are here.

Except for these ones.

They've obviously been replaced.
They're a different shade.

Well, if Sandra's story
was accurate,

the scuffle would've
happened right here.

Alright. If I'm the attacker,
I hit you here.

I pushed you back
against the window.

And I would've
fell forward like this

down by this stack of drywall.

Look.

That's blood.

Sandra was right.

She really did
witness a murder.

Oh.

Please ignore me. I'm not here.

OK. Um. Sure,
blood spatter is evidence

of something, but this is
a construction site.

You know, injuries happen.
Like one time, I cut myself

on a grapefruit spoon and when I
saw the blood, I passed out

and hit my head,
and I woke up to what
looked like a crime scene.

Uh, Danica, we're not
talking about grapefruit.

We're talking about
a possible murder.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Well, without a body,
I can't call this a murder.

My fiancée and I love your show
by the way, Lipstick Law.

Oh, thanks! Are you
marrying another cop?

Um, no. No.

Um, she's a, Kate is an award-
winning investigative reporter.

Does anyone have
her life rights?

Actually, no. Maybe we should

talk about that.
- Ahem! Um, what about

a missing person's report?

Nobody that matches
the timeframe and description

of the alleged victim.

Uh, the concierge keeps

a record of any fobs
used after hours.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.
I'll look into that.

Speaking of,
the concierge also mentioned

a missing master key fob.
Oh. Thank you.

You stole the key fob?

Oh, I just borrowed it.
That's more accurate.

- I have to take this.
- Impressive.

Likes to bend the rules.

Uh, I thought
you were shadowing me?

Yeah, babe! I am.

So what's your next move?

Uh, well, the next thing
we have to figure out

is how the killer got
the body out of here.

OK. Well, there's not
much blood spatter,

so... maybe the body was
wrapped in something?

Maybe one of these
plastic sheets?

It would've made it easier
to drag, but where?

Not down the elevator.

Because the concierge would've
seen a dead body being

dragged out of it!

Uses logic

and deduction.

Maybe the killer came
in through the stairwell,

taking the body out
the same way.

Yeah, but the concierge
still would've seen them

on the ground floor.

Well, this is one way out
no one would have seen.

OK. I'm done here.

I'm heading back.
- Check it out.

More blood.

OK. Yes, that is blood.

But this still could've
come from the same

construction worker
over by the window.

What? You have no body
and no missing person's report.

Can you blame me
if I'm skeptical?

Do you resent amateurs
for messing with your turf?

- "Amateurs"?
- I'm just

looking for conflict.

For my movie.
- Look.

Why don't I run both blood
samples through the system.

And then, I'm gonna talk
to the construction company

and see if there were
any on-site injuries.

And then, we'll have a better
idea of what we're dealing with.

Let's see where this leads.

Angie, do you
have a catchphrase?

Like, when you catch a bad guy?
On my show, my character says,

"It's a matter of life
and death." And every time

she says it, the bad guy spills.
- If only it were like that

in real life.
- You never know until you try.

How's something like,
"It's lights out for you."

Or, "Meet your angel
of no mercy."

I don't... I don't
think that's really me.

But...
- Well, we'll keep working

on it.
- Maybe I need

a catchphrase too. Like, um...
"Now you're in my shade."

- Not bad.
- Ha! She's being kind.

Oh, damn it.

It's empty.
- So your murder theory

is all wrong?

Maybe not.

Alright. Hold on, I'm coming.

Hey, Shade. I'm just trying

to recreate the blood spatter
from the scene.

There'd be
a lot more blood though.

Sure. Why?

Well, I need you to call
East-West Disposal Services.

Ask them if they
removed their dumpster

from The Emperor
in the last 24 hours.

Sure. That's not nearly

as fun
as blunt force trauma though.

Hey. Listen, this is
sort of embarrassing,

but I threw
my brother's golf clubs

off our balcony
and into the dumpster

at The Emperor downtown.

Your company said you picked
up the dumpster. Could we take

a look?
- We already pulled

all recyclables and I didn't
see any golf clubs, so.

But do you remember a body?

Are you Willow Maitland
from Lipstick Law?

Oh, my God!

Wait, wait. Can I?

My girlfriend would die.
- Sure.

If you answer some questions.
- Yeah, yeah.

Anything. Yeah.

Lipstick Law!

Well, that was easy.

- The power of celebrity.
- Listen.

Did you see anything
unusual in the dumpster?

Yeah. I mean, not like a body.

Is this a reality TV show?

This is more real
than reality TV.

It's a matter of life and death.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I cannot believe you just
said that. Did y'all hear that?

That's her catchphrase!
She said, "It's a matter of life

and death."
- Yep, we heard it.
- Where's the dumpster now?

I mean, it's just
right there, but...

I can't let you...

Man, how could I say no?

This is crazy! Lipstick Law.

Hey, Willow,
you don't have to--

- If Angie's doing it, so am I.
- Oh, Willow!

Light jacket, dirty dumpster...

Never mind.
- Oh! Sorry, babe.

I'm not sure there's
room in here for three.

Got something.

Looks like
a murder weapon to me.

- Hey! Check this out.
- Look at all that blood!

That's what Zoe was
talking about.

I'll text Danica, get her
to get someone down here.

So we know the body was
wrapped in plastic and dumped.

Yeah, but why take
the body from the dumpster

and leave the bloody
plastic behind?

I'm sensing a dramatic finish.

Maybe the killer didn't
move the body.

Maybe the body moved itself.
Our murder victim

must still be alive.

What about the plastic sheet
and the pipe? They must

prove something.
- There were no recoverable

prints on either.
I need something tangible,

like a victim.
Like, if she was wrapped

in this plastic, where is she?
The construction company swears

there have been
no accidents on site.

Well, what about the lab
report? Anything in there?

So, the blood from the drywall
in front of the window was not

a match to the blood
in the trash chute.

So the blood on the chute
could be from the attacker.

Neither one is in the DNA
database. There's no drugs

or alcohol involved.
The blood from the drywall has

a vitamin D deficiency.
- Someone wasn't getting
enough sun?

I guess. I also spoke
to the concierge at the Emperor.

He says they don't have
a record of the key fob usage

due to IT issues.
- So we have a series

of dead ends.
- "So we have a series

of dead ends."
Imparts both concern

and frustration.

Willow. I didn't know
you were here.

Detective Powers agreed
to give me the lowdown

on the police side of things.
- Yeah. Later, you can watch me

put the screws to a perp
and his mouthpiece.

- Fantastic.
- But first... just a few hours

of paperwork. So important,

yet so underrepresented
in film and television, I find.

Oh.

So our vitamin lady
Mona Macon was

at the engagement dinner,

So she could
still be our attacker.

Did you find River,
the meditation instructor?

No. She's usually posting
inspirational quotes,

but she hasn't been online
and she's not answering

her phone and her roommate's
out of town.

Fits our timeline.
She could be our victim.

We should file
a missing person's report.

And what about
the vitamin deficiency?

Maybe, uh, River's getting
supplements from Mona?

If she was, it wasn't
with Butterfly Vitamins.

Their vitamin D supplement was
taken off the market.

Hey, did Danica send over
the security footage?

Yeah. I'll link it
to your phone right now.

she saw the incident
happen at 11. This...

That's one of our blondes.

And if you fast-forward...

Looks like the concierge is

having a private party.
- Yeah.

His on-the-sly drinking's
a regular thing.

But he stays on the first floor
close to his post,

so he's sneaky but smart.

Alive and well.

And potentially
our would-be killer.

Zoe, get a hold of Sandra.
See if she can meet us
before her shift.

So the woman
I thought

was murdered isn't dead?

God, that's a relief.
Do you know who she is?

Well, she might be
this woman, River.

She's a meditation instructor

at The Emperor.
- I don't know her.

What about this woman? Could
she have been the attacker?

It's possible. Like I said,
I didn't see faces.

Does this ring any bells?

Actually, now that I'm
seeing it,

I think one of them was
wearing that sweater.

Last time you were lawyers.

Now you're PIs?
Why don't you come back

when you're exterminators?
We got a rodent issue.

We need you to see this.

I serve the tenants, not you.

Looks like you serve yourself
too. What is that, whiskey?

- How'd you get that?
- The better question is

what are we going to do with it?
- Wanna try this again?

I don't know. We got a lot
of different blondes

in the building.
- Like River? Or Mona Macon?

I've never seen
them here after hours.

It could be Pam Bridgeland.
- As in

Bridgeland Architects?
- Yeah. Mr. Bridgeland's wife.

He lives in the penthouse.
I leave deliveries at her door.

I only ever see her reaching out
to pick them up.

I guess
she's a bit of a recluse.

- We're gonna need to talk to her.
- Whoa, whoa. Not my problem.

Let me guess.
Matt's not coming.

Well, I guess this is
the life of a PI.

You never know where you'll be
from one minute to the next.

Yeah, he keeps himself
pretty busy, that's for sure.

You know, um,

I did a little acting myself.
- Really?

Just local stuff but, uh,

the neighbourhood paper
described my performance

of Fagan as "unique."

Any press is good press.

Yeah, I guess so.

Mm! Hey, you're playing a PI
in a new film, yeah?

Yeah. If I can get
it financed, that's the plan.

Well, I'm no Matt but, uh,

I do have an inside track

if you're interested
in hearing any stories.

What do you know about Angie?

Angie...

OK. Well, she's, uh,

she's everything
a partner should be:

loyal, smart, kind.

Tough... but fair.

The classic leading man's
leading lady.

Hmm!

Oh, it's Matt.
Oh, he needs a favour.

Oh. I wish I could help more.

But I get it. There's only
so much an actress can do.

Actually, uh...

I think an actress is
exactly what Matt needs.

I got a work order
for the penthouse.

The landline needs service.
- I didn't hear

anything about this.

Line's dead.

Hence the need for service.

Not who you were expecting?

Are those my dad's coveralls?

I once played a seamstress
in occupied France.

I can make anything fit me.
- How did you even know

about this?
- I was with Don when you

texted him. He thought
I might be better suited

for the role. I tend to agree.

- And the phone line?
- Junction box. One switch.

Easy-peasy.
- I gotta say, you are

quite the chameleon.
- That is the nicest thing

you could have said.
I really appreciate

your trust in me.
- Thanks for your help, Willow.

No. Thank you.
This has given me a great idea

for a whole new sequence
in the movie. I have to call

the writer, who, by the way, has
been surprisingly unreceptive

to my notes. Bye!

- Well, she's all in, isn't she?
- Yeah. The movie's

important to her.
- Not just the movie.

Uh, Pam Bridgeland?

- This is a private floor.
- Yeah. We're sorry

to bother you, ma'am. We're
working with building security

regarding some vandalism
on the eighth floor.

Did you happen to see anything
down there the other night?

- I haven't been down there.
- Oh. That's funny,

because isn't this you
getting off the elevator?

Oh. Right, I forgot.

I popped down to check on
the renovations for Grant.

The architect.

So his elevator fob must
work on every floor.

Sure. But I didn't

see any vandalism and I was only
there for five minutes,

so I'm afraid I can't help you.

She was
on the eighth floor

for 30 minutes, not 5.

But catching her in a lie isn't
enough to take to the police.

Hey, hey, hey!
Zoe! Mona Macon is

still in the mix.
- No. Sorry, boss.

I just confirmed that Mona left
her engagement dinner

at 10 PM with a guy.
They spent the night together.

That brings us back
to Pam Bridgeland.

What could she possibly
have against River?

Nothing murderous. River is
back on social media.

Apparently, she was in
a meditative state
this entire time.

She's not our victim.
- Well, glad she's OK,

but not glad to see
an empty case board.

have no ID for our victim.
- From the looks of things,

no attacker either. Why no photo

of Pam Bridgeland?
- I can't find one.

It's all about the husband,
Grant. He is a media hog.

You know, he's already
publicizing the opera house

like he's already landed
the job. Weirdly, Pam has

zero online presence.
- Zero?

Not so much as a...

photo of her and Grant
at a ribbon-cutting ceremony.

Even weirder,

since these are Pam's designs.

This looks like
a version of Emperor Row.

- Wait. Pam's an architect too?
- Her and Grant started

the firm as partners.
Then, she stopped working there

six years ago in June
because of this.

"A vehicle slams
into the café's

"outdoor patio,
causing two fatalities.

Other patrons were unharmed,
including Pam Bridgeland."

She's lucky she wasn't
sitting one table to the left.

Wow.

So... near-death experience
shook Pam up so badly

that she locked herself
away from the world.

Which explains
why the concierge never met her

and maybe
the vitamin D deficiency.

She's an agoraphobe.

And why she's never
in public with Grant.

Wasn't the vitamin D-deficient
blood from the victim
of the attack?

It can't be. I mean, we just
met Pam Bridgeland. Although,

now that I think about it,
I could've sworn she had a tan.

- Yeah.
- Let's check.

No, can't tell.

Wait. Whoa, whoa.

Holy smackers, look at this!

11 p.m.,

Pam has naturally
blonde hair. Then...

half an hour later.
- She needs

her roots touched up.
- It's two different women.

Agoraphobic,
vitamin D-deficient,

natural-blonde Pam
got off the elevator,

and then a tanned,
dyed-blonde impostor

got back on. Look at that!

Her sweater's on inside-out.
- It's like she pulled

the sweater off the victim
and pulled it on herself.

Which means the woman
that we just met

was not Pam Bridgeland.
And if the real Pam Bridgeland

isn't the killer...
- Then she's our missing victim.

Thanks for
the outfits, Sandra.

I can't believe the attacker's
pretending to be the woman

she tried to kill.
- Well, we still need

to prove it. We need to find
the real Pam Bridgeland.

She's probably in hiding,
all alone and terrified.

Yeah, which is why we need
to get into the penthouse

to look for any clues
we can find. Were you able

to get the elevator fob?
- Yeah. My friend needs it back

for her shift tomorrow. How can
you be sure the penthouse

is empty?
- Impostor Pam is

at a free meditation session
that I arranged.

And I invited Grant to a phony
magazine interview across town.

Should keep 'em both busy
for a while.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

There you are.

Elevators are over there.
You wanna hit the fifth floor.

It's the cleaners.

You go that way.
I'll go that way.

There's no sign
in this apartment that Pam

even lives here. Grant's
sleeping in the other room.

Well, a woman definitely lives
in this room because I just went

through her closet.
Look. This must be

the real Pam Bridgeland.

They looked so happy.
- Hey.

Pam's career ended
six years ago.

What's she doing
with a drawing table?

This lock's been drilled.

Someone broke into this cabinet
and took everything.

Nothing else in here has
been touched. And you saw

the front door,
no sign of forced entry.

Why would someone who never
goes outside need makeup

with SPF?

Oh.

Looks like Pam has
something to hide.

The client wanted
to meet the architect

and I couldn't leave the house.
So I told Grant to sign his name

to my design. I had no idea

what I was... starting.

- What are we watching?
- Self therapy tapes.

I once played a psychotherapist.

So Pam didn't give up
her career six years ago.

She kept drafting designs
from the safety of her home.

And Grant signed
his name to them.

I suppose I, um,

I should be upset.
The old me would've

blamed myself. But I don't care

that he's having an affair
with his secretary.

It's such a pathetic cliché.

The same secretary
that Grant told us

was conveniently
out of town for work.

Zoe, can you bring up
Erika Michaels

from Bridgeland Architects?

Bridgeland said
she was a brunette!

In high school, maybe.

That's the woman
we met at the penthouse!

Hold on. She was
sleeping with Grant?!

OK. Is there a video closer
to the night of the attack?

I just felt this shift,
and after months

of not being able to get past
the elevator, I...

I finally made it
to the eighth floor.

And I don't care
that Grant saw me.

I'm not afraid of him anymore.

I think I'm getting better.

I think I've got it.

Ahem.

Pam Bridgeland is the talent
behind the firm, and Grant has

been taking credit for her work
for years. Her agoraphobia was

the best thing that ever
happened to him. But she was

about to expose him. That's when
he dialed M for murder.

Pretty good. Except for
that last bit. Anyhow,

that doesn't explain why Pam was
attacked by her impostor.

But we still don't
know where Pam is.

Those do look like
Emperor Row. If Pam designed

the building she lives in...
- She'd know exactly

where to hide. But why wouldn't
she just come forward?

Guys, tomorrow, firms from all
over the world are submitting

their designs
for the opera house project.

Do you think...
- That's it.

- What?
- The only way for Pam to prove

she's the true talent is
with her designs.

That must be what Grant stole
from her filing cabinet.

If she shows up
to get them back, this time,

he's gonna kill her for real.

- Where's Grant?
- What?

I don't... HEY!
- We know you've been
posing as Pam Bridgeland.

I never said I was Pam.
You assumed--

But you admit you and Grant
are having an affair.

Yes, but that...
Aren't you that actress?!

This isn't about your affair.
You tried to kill Pam.

You can go down
for attempted murder.

OK. No, wait.
You don't understand.

Grant noticed Pam was leaving
the penthouse for the first time

in years. She told him that she
was gonna out him as a fraud.

I thought I could
talk her out of it,

but then she came at me.
- So you grabbed the pipe
out of self defense.

I didn't even think
I hit her that hard.

You thought you killed her
so you shoved her down

a garbage chute.
- No! Grant did that.

Pam wasn't moving.
I didn't know what to do,

so I called him.
Grant felt her pulse,

said she was dead...

that I'd be arrested for murder
if we call 911.

He told me to put on her sweater
and get back on the elevator.

- We're calling the police.
- It will be too late.

- What?! Is she with Grant?
- He took her back

to the eighth floor.
- Willow, call 911. We need

Danica down here right away.
- OK.

You really think

you can steal my designs?
- Who is stealing from whom?!

I drew these plans
for the opera house,

just like I drew everything

you have ever built! But that is
ending right now because I am

taking back what is mine!
- You know what the opera house

commission is worth.
- I do.

I also know...
that your reputation

is worth far more to you.

But that's going
up in flames now too.

- Put that down.
- Or what?

You're gonna try
to kill me again?

I've lived in fear for so long,

I forgot what
real anger feels like!

But it is what got me through
when I hid in this building!

WHICH I DESIGNED!

We can still work this out,
JUST GIVE ME

THE OPERA HOUSE DESIGNS!
- I wouldn't do that, Grant.

Who's there?!

A witness
to this attempted murder.

Two of them, in fact.

Who the hell are you people?!

You've always wanted
to be famous, Grant.

Maybe you're gonna
get your chance.

AH!

CAREFUL, GRANT!
IT'S A BIT OF A BUMPY RIDE!

- You alright, Pam?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm OK.

That was amazing!

You are all so brave!

You... are?

Just a group
of concerned citizens.

Sent by your guardian angel.

How's that
for tangible evidence, Danica?

Definite improvement.
Thanks, guys.

Grant Bridgeland, you're under
arrest for attempted murder.

Twice.
- Wait, Detective!

Just one more thing.

Meet your avenging angel
of JUSTICE!

Get me out of here.

You know... somehow,
you actually pulled that off.

"Avenging angel of justice."

Maybe that should be
the title of your movie.

I'd go see it.

And that is what
we call... a wrap.

I have to say...

you look so comfortable
out here in the real world.

Well, nothing like a second

or rather,
third near-death experience

to bring a person perspective.

You've certainly
fast-tracked your therapy.

Thank you both.

Pam, there's someone
that wants to meet you.

This is Sandra, your...

champion behind the scenes,
so to speak.

Thank you

for speaking up. Courage isn't
always easy to find.

I'm just glad
everything worked out and...

that you're moving forward.
- I hear you're taking over
Bridgeland Architects

and putting your name
on designs again.

I am indeed. And I'm hiring
all new employees.

Sandra, I hear you're
studying to be a CPA.

I am.

Well, I'm gonna need
a new accountant.

Shall we go talk
about it over coffee?

Yeah.

Thank you again.

♪ Man did Annie have ♪

♪ A change in the weather

♪ We only stay
as long as we can ♪

Wow. That ended better

than any Hitchcock movie.

Let's be thankful life
isn't like the movies.

♪ Oh, we come back again

- Cheers.
- Mm-hmm.

Mm. So...

the latest draft of the movie
went out to a bunch

of A-list directors.
- Uh-huh.

And so far, the feedback has
been really positive.

Oh, that's great news!
Although you really have

Angie to thank. I know
she was your inspiration.

Don't be jealous.
Both of you helped give me

that real-world edge.
- Yeah.

You and Angie really do
make a good team.

Yeah.

Oh. Sorry, it's my agent.

I'll just be one sec.

Darryl? Hello, darling.

♪ Oh, we come back again

♪ Oh, we come back again

Hey. I didn't expect
to hear from you tonight.

I just wanted to let you know
that Willow gave me

a check from her studio
to cover our fee.

Well, that's great.

But you could've
told me tomorrow.

I also wanted to thank you
for letting her ride along.

I like her.

You're her inspiration.
- Oh!

Did I mention
she has excellent taste?

She thinks
we make a good team.

We do.

Tracy and Hepburn.
Bogie and Bacall.

More like Laurel and Hardy.

Yeah.

More like that.

No, please! That's all you.

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