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I'll need you to
finalize those travel details

for the conference in Frankfurt.

And get Kevin to send me
my keynote speech, please.

On its way, ma'am.

Okay, I'll be in shortly.

But I want the results of that
double-blind study in my inbox

by the time I arrive.

Danny?

Danny?

Uh, ma'am, you cannot be here.

This is an open crime scene.

I am Victoria Spencer.

Uh--

Marlina, oh my God,
are you alright?

Vic, thank you for coming.

I didn't know who else to call,

and I knew we were
meeting for lunch, so...

It's okay,
I'm here for you.

What happened?
Are they saying anything?

I just keep
expecting to wake up.

Like this is just
some awful nightmare.

I remember the feeling
when Sam died.

It's awful.
I'm so sorry.

Danny and I were supposed
to be married next month.

I know.

At my age,
it's so easy to feel...

invisible.

But when he looked at me,

it was like I was
the only person in the world.

Uh, Ms. Briggs?

Excuse me,
I just want to let you know

that we have
our best people on this,

and I'm gonna do
everything in my power--

Thank you, Detective Harris.

Uh...

That man couldn't find
a cow's ass in a barnyard.

Sounds like
you don't have much faith

in our newest detective.

Oh, please.

You remember that useless
excuse for an investigation

when my research lab
was broken into?

Oh, yes,
that was unfortunate.

You know...

Darby and I solved that
admissions scandal case...

You told me.

Maybe, if you like,
we could look into this for you.

Will I ever
get out of here?

Aw...

Ugh...

Is this how you're
waking me up now?

Waking you up?
It's past 10 o'clock!

Okay, never mind.

I am so glad I caught you
before you left town.

You need to get
down here right away.

There's been a murder!

What?
Who?

My friend Marlina's fiancé,
Danny Moreau.

Poor thing, she found him
drowned in a pool.

And he was a lifeguard.

You remember Marlina.
She's the CEO of Zanotec.

They make that drug you took
for your acne in middle school.

Yeah, I remember my acne.
Thank you.

But, Mom,
this is a police matter.

We shouldn't get involved.

Well, Marlina doesn't trust
our new local detective,

and frankly, neither do I,
and besides,

we work so well together!

No, I gotta get a real job.
I have to get my life together!

Okay, fine,
but just to look into it,

she offered us $10,000.

So, I'll be seeing you soon?

Psst!

What are you doing here?

I thought you were
headed back to the city.

I was.

But then my mom called me
about all this craziness.

Where is she, by the way?

Upstairs with Ms. Briggs.

But even if you
were still a cop,

this isn't your jurisdiction.

Oh wow, news sure spread fast
about the dynamic duo.

Pretty sure Victoria
does her own PR.

So Marlina Briggs hired
to look into this?

Apparently she's not
a fan of your new detective.

And for the record, as soon
as I get a job, I'm outta here.

Oh, hey, you have a contact
at the Hamilton Precinct, right?

Do you think you could
put in a good word for me?

I'll babysit every time
I'm in town!

That's a terrible deal!
You're never in town.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you!

Hey, hello?
Murder scene?

Right.
So what's the story here?

Come on, you're not
actually afraid of

Joe Hardy boy, are you?

No, no, I mean,
he is my supervisor

and I have to at least pretend
to care about what he thinks.

So, what do we know?

Based on the mess,
it looks like someone was

rifling through Marlina's files
and was surprised by Danny.

A struggle ensued,
and they spilled into

the kitchen and the pool,
where Danny was drowned.

Mm.
What about that thing?

Yeah...

You'll be shocked to
learn the security cameras

were turned off
during the incident.

Any eyewitnesses?
Suspects?

Only any of Marlina's
competitors.

Three months ago, Marlina
started throwing around

accusations of
corporate espionage.

We didn't find any proof,

but judging by the state
of this office,

she might have been
onto something.

Hmm.

Maybe.

Why does your face
look like that?

What?
This is my thinking face.

That's not
your thinking face.

That's your
"something's off" face.

Fine.

It's just if you're willing
to make this much of a mess,

in my opinion, you're
not concerned about

people knowing
about the break-in.

Okay...
Why not take the laptop?

If it's corporate espionage,
hack into it later.

Maybe they panicked
after the murder and bolted.

Maybe.

Officer Graham?

Look, uh, do yourself a favour
and stay out of Harris' way.

I don't know what he was like
before he got to Alder Bluffs,

but he is dangerously insecure.

Noted.

Hmm...

What did you find out?

It's good to see you too, Mom.

Geez.

According to Zane, the cops
think it's corporate espionage.

And according to you?

I'm not entirely convinced.

Exactly!
Think about it:

Marlina is worth over
200 million dollars,

and Danny was murdered
mere weeks before their

un-prenupped union
became official.

How does someone as successful
as Marlina not sign a prenup?

I don't know.

Abs make you do crazy things.

So you think this
is about inheritance?

I would bet the profits
of my last book on it.

Ballpark those for me?

A while back, Marlina's
last man-friend du jour

started floating around
the word "marriage,"

and you should have seen how
her three awful kids reacted!

Sounds like we should
talk to them.

Yeah, let's start with Noelle.

She's the eldest and
arguably the most difficult.

You two should
get along swimmingly!

I don't understand.

I thought the cops were looking
into Marlina's competitors.

They are.
But we're not the cops.

We're private investigators,
hired by your mother-in-law.

Oh, makes sense.

Hiring a washed-up
mystery writer to investigate

does sound like Marlina.

Nice.
That's very nice.

So sorry.
My husband has a condition.

He's a jackass.

Are you alright, Noelle?

You seem a little on edge.

It's the caffeine.

She's an addict.

Actually, I'm VP Comms for
a billion-dollar pharmaceutical

company and my mother's fiancé
was killed this morning,

so I've been trying to handle
things in her absence.

So, no,
everything is not alright.

We're completing clinical trials
on a major new drug

and our investors
don't really care much

for personal drama, so...

Mm-hm.
Where were you this morning

between 9 and 10 am?

What, are you serious?

It's fine, Paul.
I was riding.

I keep a horse over
at Blackwood Stables.

I saw her leave
in her riding gear myself.

Do you ride often?

Every Tuesday
and Thursday morning.

It keeps me sane.

Hm.

Look, I appreciate
you're doing your job,

but what motive could I possibly
have for killing Danny?

You don't want to share
your inheritance.

Money can be a great motivator.

Oh!

Take a look around--
we're not exactly slumming it.

I have to take this.

But if the inheritance
has anything to do

with Danny's murder, you should
talk to my sister, Andrea.

This is Noelle...

Of course
my sister would say that.

But I don't want
my mother's money.

How's business, Andrea?

Photography slash kombucha,
it's a very niche market.

Contrary to
my mother's philosophy,

I chose to pursue my passions,
not the almighty dollar.

And how did Marlina feel about

you avoiding
the family business?

I don't think she
was thrilled about it.

But I wasn't thrilled
when she shacked up

with a 12-year-old gigolo.

But I try not to dwell.

That's a little bit harsh.

I take it you didn't
like young Danny?

He was a hustler.

Always looking for some
sucker to fund his stupid

energy drink business venture.

And then, quelle surprise, he's
captivated by an older woman

who happens to own
a billion-dollar empire.

It is a little on the nose.

My mother was a fool
to fall for him.

So no, I wasn't
a big fan of Danny's.

And I assume you have
an alibi for this morning?

I was preparing for
my upcoming photography show:

"From Rich to Roughing It."

So were you alone or ...?

Yeah.

You don't really think I did it.

Why aren't you picking
on my brother, Silas?

He had a massive screaming
fight on the phone

when he was at my place
the other day.

I'm pretty sure he said,
"Danny".

What was the fight about?

I don't know.

Maybe Danny finally
found his sucker.

It feels like we're done here.

Unless you're gonna
finish that kombucha.

Yeah, finish it, Mom.
We have time, thank you.

I'm okay.

Drink up!
I'll wait.

Num num num!

So, what do
we think about Andrea?

Not much of an alibi, huh?

And what about her throwing
her own brother under the bus?

Of course, she's not big enough
to overpower bodybuilder Danny,

but who's to say she didn't
hire someone else to do it?

Feel free to jump in
anytime now, honey.

Andrea was right about
Danny's business venture.

I found a website
for his sugar-free energy drink.

TurboSlam?

Huh... I guess
he did have some investors.

Wait, go back--
that's Marlina's son.

"Angel investor" Silas Briggs.

Because at TurboSlam,

we slam you with
sugar-free energy!

Every time!

Woo!

TurboSlam!

So you found it.
And me.

According to the website,

you made a substantial
investment in TurboSlam.

Two hundred and fifty grand.

Wow.

It was supposed
to go into R&D,

but all Danny cared about
was rushing it to market.

We didn't even
have a product yet

and we had more social media
accounts than a teenager.

We spoke to your sister, Andrea.
She said--

I had an argument with
Danny three days ago?

"Massive screaming fight"
were her words, but yes.

Look, the narrative that
I'm a deadbeat has served

both of my sisters
our entire lives.

Noelle's the fancy VP
and successor to the throne.

Andrea's the free thinker who
chose to blaze her own trail.

And I'm the loser who can't be
trusted with the family wealth.

So you didn't, say,
squander your mom's handouts

with entitled abandon?

Of course,
you're pals with my mom.

I might have spent money
a little recklessly

here and there,
but I didn't kill anyone.

Out of curiosity,
where were you between

9 and 10 am this morning?

Out of curiosity?
Mm-hm.

I was fishing, alone,
up at Lake Nipissing.

I wanted to clear my head.

No offence, but you don't
seem like the kind of guy

who goes fishing
to clear his head.

How do you suppose
I clear my head?

Jell-O shots, dog fights,
mud-wrestling?

Okay.

You know the real irony?

I thought that supporting
Danny would put me

in my mom's good graces
for a change.

Instead, I just gave my sisters
even more ammunition.

What a little snot,

giving us a sob story like that!

I don't know,
part of me feels for the guy.

Growing up with a mom
who prioritizes her work

above all else
couldn't have been easy.

Okay, what are you
trying to say?

Nothing.

Just that it's no wonder
he's made some

questionable life choices.

People do crazy things
to be seen and loved.

Hmm, so true.

What a monster his mother is.

Of course, Silas has lived
a life of immeasurable privilege

precisely because
of his mother's sacrifices.

Sacrifices she made so that
he would want for nothing.

Nothing but his mother.

Speaking of wanting
for nothing,

I'm just gonna make you dinner.

Hello?

Hey, Darbs,
how's it goin'?

Oh, it's you.

Ouch!

No offence taken.

Sorry, it was an unknown number.

I thought it might be
the Hamilton Precinct.

What's up?

You sound like
you could use a drink.

If it gets me out of here...

I'll be there in ten.

I'm making paella.

I took a Catalonian
cooking class a month ago

and I have been dying
to use these guajillo peppers.

Oh, I just made a plan
to meet Zane for a drink.

Sorry, I didn't know you
were doing a whole thing.

Oh.

Well, that's okay.
You have a life.

You should live it.

Great!

Um, but do eat something
while you're out.

Yeah, I will.

Yeah, 'cause you're so pale.

I said I would eat something!

Okay.

Go.
Have fun!

Okay.

I don't know
why I feel guilty.

So she's eating dinner alone?
Big whoop!

Do you know how many dinners
I had to eat alone

when I was a kid because
she was off promoting some book

at a book launch thing?

I--

It's like "Cat's in the Cradle"
and all that crap.

I don't have to tell you.
You know my mom.

You get it.

Actually, I, uh...
gotta get this.

Okay.

You've gotta release some
of that resentment, Darby.

It's not healthy.

Honestly,
I don't even care anymore.

Okay.
Got it, got it.

But it sounds like
you do care a lot.

And that's totally fine.

People we love
always disappoint.

Yeah, no kidding.

Because our expectations
are too high.

The way I see it,
you've got two options.

Number one, you can wait for
Victoria to magically transform

into someone
she's never gonna be,

or, number two,

you can let go of expectations.

Third option?

Eat your empanada.

Okay.

Your turn again.

Hey.
Hey!

What?

Nothing.

Oh, come on.
You're the world's worst liar.

Is it about the case?

This stuff's confidential, Darbs.

You know I'll be more of a help
to you than Detective Harris.

And you saw the crime scene.

Admit it.
It was off.

Yeah.

How about a trade?

I'll show you mine,
you show me yours.

Disturbing.

But I'm listening.

Okay, get this.

So, Marlina's son, Silas, had
an ugly blow-up with the victim

the night before the murder.

And his alibi that morning...?

Yeah?

Fishing alone.

Now you.

Yes, Sarita,
I'm working on it right now.

Still at it?

You and I really
need to get a life.

So... feeling good
about the new pages?

Oh, yeah.

This new story is absolutely
riveting, it's...

Terrific.

We'll connect next week.
I can't wait to read them.

Bye, love.

I can't wait to
read them either.

Oh!

How could you sneak up
on a person like that?

Since when is walking through
an open door sneaking?!

Anyway,
the autopsy just came in.

Apparently, there was
no water in Danny's lungs.

He didn't drown.

Well, how did he die?

Cardiac arrest.

But they don't know
what caused it,

so they're running
additional tests.

Drugs?

Nothing in the tox report.

Huh.

So then what exactly
killed Danny?

That is the $10,000 question.

What the hell is this?

It's a case board!

It's what all the pros use.

I'm the pros, Mom.

And no, we don't.

Well, I do.

When I write,
I'm a visual thinker.

I need to see all the pieces
in front of me.

Okay, well, I need to see...

coffee.

So, I was thinking,

if Danny didn't drown,

perhaps he was placed
in the pool

to throw the cops off the trail.

But if there was nothing in
the tox report, how did he die?

You can't test for something
you don't know to look for.

Okay...

Tox reports are effective,

but a standard panel
only tests for about

10 or 15 different drugs.

How many drugs are currently
in development at Zanotec

that forensics wouldn't
even know to look for?

Wow, keep going.

What if Danny died from a drug
that hasn't hit the market yet?

Think about it.

Someone could've stolen
a syringe from Zanotec,

snuck up on Danny...
Boom!

See, someone else
is a visual thinker!

Hm.

Well, how do we find
this mystery drug?

We'd have to compare
Danny's blood report

to the Zanotec clinical trials.

We should talk to Marlina.

No, no,
we are not talking to her.

Why not?

Because she's mourning
the loss of her fiancé.

The prime suspects
are her children.

What if she finds out that her
company's own drug killed him?

No, we are not talking to her

unless we are
100 percent certain.

So then what
are we supposed to do?

Start with the easy part.

We get Danny's blood report
from the hospital morgue.

That's the hard part, Mom!

We don't have access
to the morgue.

What...

is that face?

No, no, no.
Absolutely not!

You're not posing as a doctor.

Do you have a better idea?

That's not the point!

This is false impersonation
and it's illegal.

Ugh!
Look, we are going to a morgue.

Literally no one
wants to be there.

You are so uptight.

That's what living in the city
does to a person.

Your nervous system
is just all out of whack.

You have to see
my acupuncturist.

I don't need
an acupuncturist!

Fine, suit yourself.

But you have to
take your cop cap off

and start thinking like a PI.

Fine.

But if we get arrested,
you're covering bail.

No problem, I'm rich.

I don't know why
you're so confident right now.

This is a small town.

Anyone could see us.
What if we bump into Lucas?

Is that wishful thinking,
I hear?

No, it's anxiety.

Oh, no, it's just
because you are pushing 30

and the most eligible
bachelor in town.

The most eligible bachelor
in town?

This isn't
a Jane Austen novel, Mom.

And he's not eligible
because he's engaged.

That doesn't mean anything.

Stop being so pedantic.

Besides, if he shows up,
just cover for me.

How am I supposed to cover?

Uh, use your imagination?

Distract him?

Flirt?

Ugh!
Hi, this is reality!

I can't just beguile him
with my powers of seduction.

Not with that attitude,
you can't.

Besides, I'm not worried.

What are the chances
we bump into him?

Darby?

You've gotta be kidding me.

Lucas!
Hey!

Hey!
Hi, how are you?

Good!
Is that your mom?

What?
No!

Who?
What, stop.

Busy day?

Excuse me.

Oh!
Uh...

I am a visiting
pathologist from Chicago.

I don't know where
the hell my ID badge is,

but I am working with cadavers
studying the effects of RISRs,

radiation-induced
skin reactions,

and their effect
on DNA mutations.

The X and the Ys,
the chromosomes.

Sorry,
I don't really understand.

I'm so sorry.
I just... I go on and on.

I... I get overzealous
about my research.

But, you know, with radiation
therapy so prevalent these days,

and if I could just change
one life with my work,

it would be--

My wife is actually
going through it right now.

Oh, really?
I'm so sorry.

What are you doing here?

Um, I'm here waiting for my mom.

Who isn't here... yet.

She will be because
she's researching a new novel.

It's a medical mystery.

How's she doing?

It's a struggle every day.

Is it?

That's why my work
is so important.

Right.

It could affect
your wife or anyone.

Oh, anything I can help with?

Uh, I don't think so,

because it has to do with... obstetrics.

Mm.

It's a classic who-done-it, huh?

Yeah!

Obstetrics
is on the fifth floor.

Right.
I'll see you later.

Alright.

Guess I got turned around.

Yeah, it reminds me of that
trip we took to Wasaga Beach

where you insisted
on navigating.

Hey, those exit signs
were invisible to the naked eye!

Sure they were.

Gimme a second, I gotta check
on something in the morgue.

Okay.
No, no, no, no!

Um...
Wait.

How's Lindsay?

I've been meaning to ask.

Great.

She's busy with
the wedding prep mostly.

I'll bet.

Exciting!

Yeah.
I mean, it's all a bit much...

to be honest.

You know me, it's just...

KISS!

What?

Keep It Simple Stupid.

Nothing extravagant.
You're a simple guy.

Thank you.

No, you're right.

Um, as long as she's happy,

the day does seem to be mostly
about the bride... right?

Hmm, I dunno.

Isn't it just as much
about the groom?

Martinez...

Moore...

Danny Moreau.

Gotcha!

Now I'm starting
to feel, you know,

like I'm a guest
at my own party.

Have you talked to Lindsay
about that?

No, I should, shouldn't I?

Yeah.

Hello.

This is nice.

It's like old times.

Sort of like old times.

I gotta go.

Okay.

But we should, um...

Let's have coffee, or, you know,

somewhere other than
a hospital hallway?

Yeah.
No, I'd love that, definitely.

Okay.
Okay.

Elevators are that way.

Right.

Thank you.

Look for the signs.

Yes.

Not the exit signs.

Right?

You got it?

Whoa, I can't believe
that worked!

All it takes is confidence
and a few key acronyms.

Works every time.

Huh, alright.

Well, we've got
Danny's blood report.

Now we have to evaluate it
against all the drugs

Zanotec has in clinical trials.

That could be dozens of drugs!

I know, which is why,
and I cannot stress this enough,

we need to talk to Marlina.

I already told you!
We're not talking to Marlina.

But... I've got a better idea.

Ugh, take it easy!

Slow down!

Oh, relax, we got
here in one piece, didn't we?

I feel like there should
be a higher bar than that.

Where are we, anyway?

This is your better idea?

Trust me!

What the hell is this place?

You'll see.

Mom?

Mom...

So, let me get this straight,

you want me to hack into
Zanotec's database

and find a drug
that matches this random,

unknown substance right here?

Precisely.

Is this for a book?

Um... yes?

I know you well enough to know
when you're lying, Victoria.

Hard pass.

We totally understand.

And you know me
well enough to know

that I can't turn down
a challenge!

So if it's a biometric
security system,

I'll need to harvest
the unsecured images

with the scanner
or find a back door,

which... that may take
a little bit more time.

So if you'll excuse me...
okay?

Okay.
Alright.

Hey, come here!

Do you maybe want
to explain this?

Alastair?
Yeah!

He's been
my consultant for years.

How else do you think I wrote
"The Hacker's Handwriting"

or "The Technician's Tirade"?

It's all above board.

Whose board?

Fine, whatever.

But it would have been a hell
of a lot cheaper and easier

if we just talked to Marlina.

Even if she is in mourning.

Disagree!

I don't understand.

Wouldn't she want to help us
considering she's the one

who hired us in the first place?

I mean, for God's sake,
the woman is paying us

ten grand to do this.

She isn't paying us
ten grand, is she?

She will...
I'm almost sure of it.

Did she even hire us at all?

Well, she didn't protest
when I offered our services.

You off...
Oh my God.

You offered.

I'm so dumb.

I can't believe I fell for this.

Well, in your defence,
I can be quite convincing, so--

Am I a joke to you?

Am I just a little toy
that you play with?

No, I-- no!
What are you talking about?

What was all of this about, Mom?

Is this just some twisted
attempt to keep me

from going back to the city?

You bribe me with ten grand
to trap me here?

To alleviate the boredom
of your sad, lonely life?

You're unbelievable.

Darby!

It's classic Mom.

Every time I think things
could be different, maybe,

she just reverts back to type.

Well, well, well,

still hanging on
to expectations, are we?

Surrender, Darby.

Surrender...

Like, she made me go to this
shady hacker's warehouse

to try to illegally breach--

Never mind.

Okay...?

I just need to put miles
between me and her.

We're too different.

Speaking of which,
have you heard from

the Hamilton Precinct contact?

She hasn't called me yet.

She's probably just busy.

Right.

You know,
your mother is a lot of things.

A bit of a narcissist...
Yeah.

A neat freak,
a complete over-sharer.

Definitely.

But she isn't the monster
you make her out to be.

She's willing to pay ten grand
just to spend time with you.

It's low-key sad,
but also kind of sweet.

I'm gonna tell you something,

and I don't want
you to take it badly.

Okay...?

You have to promise
not to freak out.

I'm scared.

Swear it.

Okay, God!
I won't freak out.

Okay.

I think you and Vic are a lot
more alike than you think.

Okay, I'm freaking out a little.

I'm serious.

You both are smart, headstrong,
and opinionated.

Maybe the problem isn't
that you're too different.

It's that you're too--

Do not finish that sentence.

I gotta go.

It's probably for the best.

But, you know, you might want
to give your mother a break.

Oh, by the way,
I looked into Silas.

Remember,
you didn't hear this from me,

but his alibi checks out.

It does?

Morning of the murder,
he swiped his credit card

at a gas station 20 klicks
from Lake Nipissing.

Huh!
Seriously.

Weird.
Yeah.

Thanks!
Yeah.

Hey, Mom.

Darby.

Listen, I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry for earlier.

I... I may have overreacted

and said some things
that I didn't really mean.

But I've had a really
crazy week, as you can imagine.

Or maybe you can't, because
you're not a 29-year-old,

grown-ass woman with no job
who has to wake up every morning

at her mother's house
in a graveyard of broken dreams,

to the sight of a shirtless
teen werewolf staring at her.

We can take the poster down.

It's not about the poster.

Is there anything
you'd like to say?

I am sorry that this
has been so painful for you,

but having you here has been
the highlight of my year.

Maybe I shouldn't
have strung you along,

but if it's any consolation,

you have terrific
investigative instincts.

I got a text from Alastair.

Turns out your theory
was bang-on.

Really?

Did he hack into
Zanotec's database?

Mm-hm!

And one of the drug profiles
seems to match

an unknown substance
in Danny's blood.

Something called Troactis.

Well...

Okay, fine,
we can talk to Marlina now.

I... I don't
understand.

Where did you get these
chromatography reports from?

Well, we may have taken
a slightly unorthodox approach,

but I assure you we are the
only ones who have seen this.

The point is, the unknown
substance in Danny's blood

is a perfect match to Troactis.

Someone injected it,
but in a much higher quantity

than your clinical trial.

Is it possible
that's what killed him?

No.
No, absolutely not.

Troactis was developed to treat
asthma sufferers of all ages.

It's incredibly safe.

Are you sure?

We were on the verge of
submitting our final report

to the Ministry of Health.

The only thing holding us back
was the drug's adverse effects

in...

In...?

People with type 1 diabetes.

Danny's was so under control,
you'd barely know he had it.

Danny was diabetic?

He had to inject himself
daily with insulin.

God knows what effects
a massive dose of Troactis

would have done.

What does this mean?

I-I...

I'm s--
I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Marlina, I...

Someone with type 1 diabetes
"under control"

would generally avoid
copious amounts of sugar, right?

Of course.
Why do you ask?

Come with me.

Do you have any idea how much
sugar there is in these things?

Well, a massive amount.

Maybe that's why Danny was
developing that TurboSlam drink.

There was one open
on the workout bike

the morning of Danny's murder.

If Danny wasn't drinking it,
who was?

That is a good question.

Do you think Marlina will let us
look at her security footage?

Whoever killed Danny
knew he had type 1 diabetes,

and had access
to not only Troactis

but to the test results.

Showing the
adverse interaction, sure.

But what does this prove?

We already know that the cameras
were turned off on Thursday.

I'm not interested in Thursday.

I'm interested in Tuesday.

Okay, what happened on Tuesday?

Check it out.

The camera was also turned off
on Tuesday morning,

from 9 am to 10.

And on the Thursday before that.

And the previous Tuesday.

And so on, and so on.

Every Tuesday and Thursday
between 9 and 10 am?

Energy drinks
are full of sugar,

but they're also
chock-full of caffeine.

Know any hopped-up caffeine
addicts who keep a suspiciously

similar morning schedule?

Oh, Marlina's daughter, Noelle.

Looks like she was
never at the stable.

She was riding
a different kind of stallion.

Why... must you?

ibly think that

ibly think
that I killed Danny.

This is crazy!

Is it?

You knew he had diabetes and
you had access to the studies.

Because I work there.

We checked the logs
at Blackwood Stables.

There's no record
of you signing in

every Tuesday and Thursday
morning for months.

Coincidentally, those are
the same times that Danny

turned off the home
security cameras.

Now, what could
that possibly mean?

Fine.
Okay, you're right.

I wasn't at the stables.

I was with Danny.

But I-I swear
he was alive when I left.

I mean, why would I kill him?

I don't know,
maybe he wanted to call it off.

Maybe he threatened
to tell your poor mother

about your torrid affair.

Danny and I were good.

It's easy to feel like
you're never enough

with a mother like mine.

But with Danny?

It was just the way
he looked at me.

It was like I was
the only person in the world.

We called Zanotec.

Your key card was swiped in
the research lab at 10:48 pm

the night before Danny's murder.

That's impossible.

That's when you got your hands
on the drug that killed him.

No, it isn't,

because I wasn't
at the lab on Wednesday night.

I was at the club celebrating
my girlfriend's 40th.

I bought a round of drinks.

There's at least a dozen
people who can vouch for me.

So, do you believe her?

It's an easy alibi
to look into.

Honestly, I just think
she's too smart to be

that bad of a liar.

Well, someone
swiped that keycard!

Someone sure did...

Oh great,
Miss Marple and Nancy Drew.

Are you here to harass
my wife some more?

Actually,
we'd rather harass you.

You didn't happen to borrow
Noelle's company keycard

on Wednesday evening, did you?

No, I didn't.
What is this about?

Troactis, the new drug
Noelle's company was developing.

You knew all about it and its
effects on type 1 diabetics.

What are you talking about?

You also knew that your wife
was having an affair with Danny,

so you stole a massive
amount of Troactis

and you followed her Thursday
morning when she left.

And then you hid
outside Danny's,

waiting for Noelle to leave.

And you knew
that the security cameras

would be turned off.
Or you were too angry to care.

And that's when you went inside,

and when Danny's back was turned
you jabbed him with the syringe

you stole from the lab.

And then in order
to cover your tracks,

you dragged Danny's
body into the pool

and made it look
like a break-in.

Are we close here?

No, no, no, no.
None of this is true.

Okay, well,
how about if we check

the security cameras at Zanotec?

Or if we told Forensics
to dust the keycard for prints,

we wouldn't find yours?

Oh, okay.

Wow.
Um, I guess I'm going after him?

I'm more of a pilates gal, hon.

Argh!

Ah!
Ow...

Okay, hold this.

Call Zane!

Will do.

Oh, don't even
think about it!

Hey, Zane.
Man down.

Thank you, Antonio,
it was so delicious.

So good!
Hey, gang.

Hey!
Hey!

News report:
Paul was taken to hospital.

Ankle sprain.

Well, that will have
plenty of time to heal

when Detective Harris charges
him with Danny's murder.

Yeah, about that, you two
should lay low for a while.

Harris is--

There you are,
Miss Spencer!

To what do we owe the honour,
Detective Harris?

I just came from the hospital.

Your little antics blew up
my investigation

and now the suspect
is lawyering up.

Well, then, congratulations!

On what?

Well, that must mean you have
ample evidence against him.

Like Noelle's confession
that she was having

an affair with Danny, right?

Right.

Yeah, well, that would make
Paul the natural suspect.

But without any hard evidence,
we can't actually charge him.

Like his prints
all over the lab?

Which you already had Officer
Graham dust for, I'm sure.

There's a team there now.

DARBY Great call!
Mm-hm!

Because obviously,
Paul doesn't have clearance

to access Zanotec's lab,
only his wife does.

But I'm not telling you
anything you don't already know!

Of course.

No, that's, um...

That's good.

Good work, Officer Graham,
following my orders.

And if all else fails,
you can always check

Zanotec's security cameras
on Wednesday night.

I'm sure you'll find them
tremendously revealing.

Well, we're already on that!

Mm-hm.

Wow, you move fast!

Mm-hm!
Well done!

Ha!

You know, it's funny, though,
how quickly you veered away

from the obvious COD.

COD?

Oh yeah,
it's cause of death.

No one says COD.

Yes, they do.

People say that.

Okay, wait,
you and Officer Graham,

you guys are friends, right?

We know each other.

Hmm, and he didn't
happen to feed you

confidential information on,
say, well, I don't know,

an autopsy report, now did he?

Absolutely not, Detective.
I would never do such a thing.

It would be unethical.

Hmm, wow.

Seems like your talents
transcend the written word,

Miss Spencer, and...

I don't think we've
actually met yet, have we?

My goodness,
how rude of me!

Detective Harris, this is
my daughter, Darby Spencer.

Daughter?

Wow, I had you
pegged as sisters.

Ugh!

Surrender!

So, dinner later?

Paella?

I'd love that.

The saffron would do wonders
for your blood sugar.

My blood sugar thanks you.

You know, honey, I can't stop
thinking that solving one case

might be a fluke, but two--

Don't say it.

I'm pretty sure that's
what they call "on a roll."

What are these?

Just something
to think about.

"The Spencer Sisters
Detective Agency"?

When did you have time
to get these made?

Oh yeah, and Marlina
did end up paying us after all.

You've gotta be kidding me!
20,000?

Seems like I underestimated
her gratitude.

But this was a team effort, Mom.

Half of this is yours.

Okay, I'll take it, but...

I'm gonna put my half
back into the business.

If there is a business.

Alright.
We'll give it a shot.

On a trial basis.

We'll see how it goes.

Okay, we'll see how it goes.