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Tess...

If this is another
one-night-stand,

you're going to have to
make your exit in the buff.

There's someone
in the apartment.

I can't...
I can't see anything.

Just hold on.

I'm turning on night vision.

Oh, my God,
there is somebody there.

Straight ahead.

His back is to you.

There's something in his hand.

Oh, Tess, he's bloody huge.

Wait!
Wait, wait, Tess!

Hey, hey, hey, sis!

Oh, my...

Drink?

Yes. Please.

♪ There's something
in the shadows ♪

He's got a black eye.

Looks like a real shiner.

Again?

What?

I said you'd better have
a really good reason

for showing up
at this ungodly hour.

If you didn't want me here,

you shouldn't have
given me a key.

Besides, it's only...

Oh, 4:30.

Exactly.

All right, so what is it
this time, huh?

Let me guess,

a one-night-stand threw you out,

a bookie is chasing you down,

because, Lucas,

if you are here
asking for a top-up--

Can't I just check in
on my sister?

I worry about you.

Yeah, right.

You're over your limit.

Where'd you get the black eye?

How did you see that?

What...

What is that smell?

What? What smell?

Have you been cooking?

What?

Is that paint?

- No!
- No, that's like a...

...a wax.
It's nothing!

Hey, hold on, what is that?
What?

Just a guy, okay?

Uh-huh.

I was working under the table.

This guy from the suburbs

hired me to make him
a wood-fired pizza oven

in his garage,

then he stiffed me.

So you got in a fight?

I attempted to renegotiate.

The jerk threw me over the table
full of pizza ingredients.

Oh, yeah?

This jerk got
a name and address?

No, no, no, no,

I came here for my sweet,
caring, compassionate sister,

not Detective Avery.

I just need a place
to stay for a bit.

What? No--

I am out-of-pocket
on this job--

No, absolutely not.

I just need to put
some things together--

- Lucas, this is crazy, no--
- I can cook, I can clean.

God knows,
this place could use it!

It is getting
a little frat-housey in there.

What the--

Look, you work under the table,

you're gonna get tossed over it
sometimes, okay?

Do you want me to turn off?

Seems a little... personal.

Did he just salute you?

All important life goals

I can strive for
from your couch.

It's already got a giant
Lucas-sized dent in it

Yeah! I knew
I could count on you!

- Oh, my God!
- Whoo-hoo!

Would you just knock it off!

All right,
I'm going to bed, okay?

Call from
Superintendent Bennett.

Call from
Superintendent Bennett.

Tess, sorry to wake you.

I really wish you had.

What's up?

Sir.

I hope I'm not too early.

I start my shift at noon,

so I figured I could
get started on this right away.

Um, brown-sugar iced latte?

Yeah. Thank you.

Okay, can you hold
the whole thing?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

Yeah.

Okay, you know, I'm good.

Like, this is...
this is good.

You know, you remind me
of a stray cat I took in once.

Oh, yeah?

Because of my chic,
yet warm demeanour?

No, because
it hid in my closet

for three months.

How did you get it
to come around?

Oh, I didn't.
The vet found a chip.

I'm a cat-napper, it turns out.

Oh, so you're a dangerous man.

That's what I get
for bring in strays.

I have a...
I have a client waiting.

Okay, I'll be here.

Okay.

- Uh...
- Uh, I'll take that.

Right.

Okay.

You need anything?

No.

Okay.

Seems like
we're pretty safe in here.

Hey! So...

what am I looking at here?

You're asking me?

Well, it's very...

...artistique.

Sunny, talk to me.

Well, I don't know,
it's abstract art.

If I said it was
a bunch of scribbles,

I wouldn't be lying.

Really helpful.

It's a lot of pretty scribbles.

Do we have a body?

Oh, oh, got it.

12:00, about ten paces,

on the right,

lying on the canvas.

I'm just saying
he deserved better.

I can't argue with that.

Leo looks bothered.

If you could see this,
you'd weep.

This is Hamish Galanis.

"Anthropod Echoes"?

"Cobalt Number Three"?

Philistines.

The victim
was a famous painter

is what he's trying to say.

Yeah, 10 years ago
he had a showing at MOMA,

it would have blown your mind.

This guy was a legend.

I minored in art history.

I mean, that brushwork.

He hadn't lost a step.

Wow.

Muddy waters run deep, I guess.

Anyway,

a single stab-wound
to the carotid artery.

Bled out quite quick.

From the pooling,
I'd say the blade was lodged,

removed after death.

So, what are we looking for?

Something narrow,
not too sharp.

It went in with some force.

I'd bet it nicked
the spinal column.

We've got contusions
on the cheeks,

orbital left socket,

and cuts on both hands.

Possible defensive wounds.

Any other sign of a struggle?

It's hard to say.

I mean, housekeeping
wasn't exactly

this guy's forte, right?

This is a creative space, okay?

- Oh, my God.
- He embraced entropy.

Doctor, can I talk to you?

Hey, Avery,

you ever going to introduce us

to one of your guides?

Why not?

Maybe I could teach him
a few things.

Just talk to me
about the stab wound.

Well, it's...

it's about an inch wide.

There's a lot of blood.

All right...

There's some yellow
on his collar,

and a smear on his neck, too.

Paint.

Any yellow on the canvas?

No,

and none on the brush either.

Hey, Tess,

so this guy is like
a bona-fide minor celebrity.

We've got maybe six hours
before the press is all over it.

Wow, that long?

Mm.

All right, who found the body?

A Craig Young.

He owns a gallery called, um...

Chro...

"Chromatisme".

- It's French.
- Oh.

Isn't he precious?

Okay, so Galanis,

he booked him
for a show next week.

Bring him in?
Let's talk?

Yeah.

Call from Matt Alleyne.

Call from Matt Alleyne.

Matt's calling.

Is something up?

I'm working.

Right.

It has nothing to do
with the drink by the pond?

Just tell me
what else we see.

Well, there's a table
right in front of you.

There's paints, rags,

drinks, bottles.

Drinks?

What's that about?

Far end of the table,
about five paces.

It's kind of like
a chemistry set,

or like a wine bar
in a kindergarten.

Wait, wait, wait,

right in front of you,
there's some kind of paste.

It's the same yellow
as the paint on the stab wound.

There's an indent
in the paste.

Describe it.

It's, uh,
it's diamond-shaped.

It's about an inch wide.

Hamish mixed his own paints.

Uh, Mr. Young,
this is Tess Avery.

Uh, this indentation,
where does that come from?

Uh... a palette knife, maybe?

I-I think?

Mm-hmm.

It's a yellow paint,

same as the stab wound.

Find the knife, find our guy.

So, when did you find
the deceased, Mr. Young?

Sorry, uh, 6:00 a.m.

Hamish kept strange hours,

so, uh, sometimes it was easier
to catch him in the morning.

And where were you last night?

At home, alone,

but I did have a late Zoom
with my sister and her kids.

Okay, we're gonna need
her contact information.

Of course.

So, walk me through
what you saw when you--

What did you say Hamish used
to mix his paints?

Um, saffron oil?

Walnut.

That grit there,

that's from grinding lead
and sea salt.

He was old-school
with his yellows,

and the process
was painstaking--

What about wax?

Yeah, he used beeswax
as a softener.

How did you know that?

Jake?

Yeah?

I'll be right back.

Tess, where are we going?

I know this smell.

What are you doing?

You lied to me, Lucas.

You were at a murder scene
last night.

Who's calling?

Oh, my God,

that's Craig from the studio.

The gallery owner.

How do you know Craig Young?

Let me talk to him--

No!

He never mentioned you
to the police.

If you answer this,
you make him an accomplice.

To what?

You're not making any sense.

No, wait, Tess,
you can't think that Lucas--

Wait--

Give me my phone!

Don't touch me.

Don't touch anything.

You do exactly as I say.

All of it, in the bag.

I didn't kill Hamish.

Shoes too.

What, am I just supposed to
sit here naked?

Here.

You don't understand, do you?

Every thread,
every fibre you're wearing,

every drop of paint,

it's important evidence
and we need to preserve it.

Go from the top.

How do you know Craig Young?

He's my boyfriend.

It'll be two months next week.

Might be a record.

He doesn't care
that I'm a mess, okay?

He makes me feel special.

He introduced you to Hamish?

If you're nodding, I can't tell.

Yes.

Craig said

that Hamish would put
his gallery on the map

after the new show.

At least that's what
Roman said.

Roman? Who's that?

Hamish's manager.

Kind of pretentious.

He was always
around the gallery,

prepping for the show,

talking our ears off
about Hamish's genius.

What a load.

What do you mean?
What happened?

He refused to show us
any new work.

I figured he was taking Craig
for a ride,

squeezing him out of advances,

wasting our time,

especially after, uh...

After what?

I bought one of his paintings.

It was only nine grand.

Roman said it would
double in value after the show!

How did you get
that kind of money?

From people
who expect to be paid back,

with interest.

Oh, Lucas!

Screw you, Tess, I'm in love.

Yeah, with a quick buck.

Tell me what happened
last night.

Roman said that this was
part of Hamish's "process",

that nobody could get to him
and never had.

I figured a new voice could...

motivate him?

He was taking advantage
of the man I love, Tess!

Takes one to know one, right?

I had to step up,

protect Craig.

What, so you went to beat
some sense into Hamish?

I went to talk,

but he was drunk,

things got physical.

He popped me one, I bailed.

He was cussing me out as I left,
but he was alive!

Okay.

Was there anybody else there?

Coming or going?

No, there was...

We were alone.

Did Craig know
that you went to see Hamish?

Yeah.

He didn't want me to.

He doesn't like confrontation.

He's gentle that way.

If he didn't tell you anything,

it's because
he's covering for me.

Naive.

Naive and sweet.

That sums up Craig.

If you want me to...

turn myself in,

I'll go.

No.

Oh, thank God.

It's too high-profile.

There's too much pressure
to make a quick arrest.

If I bring you in now,

it's a circus,

it'll totally derail
the whole investigation.

I can't help you from here.

I gotta get back.

Great, so, uh...

what do I do?

There's someone
I need you to meet.

Tess! What happened?

Did you arrest Lucas?

Is he in jail?

Who the hell is that?

Your husband had a reputation

of ruffling feathers,
Mrs. Galanis.

Can you think of anyone

who might have wanted
to hurt him?

He was almost a recluse
in the last few years.

He hated the politics
of the art scene.

And yet he was planning
a comeback?

Mrs. Galanis,
this is Tess Avery,

she's going to be helping us
with your husband's case.

Craig Young said

your husband was doing
a new show next week.

Roman, Hamish's manager,
talked him into it.

We needed the money.

Do you know why someone
would have wanted

to hurt your husband?

I wish I could help you more,

but in the past few months,

he spent all his time working,
shut me out completely.

He was always reclusive,
but this...

Well, do you know
what was troubling him?

Hamish was a genius,

but his inner critic
was ravenous.

I think it was
eating himself alive.

You're right,

he was brilliant.

Let's get you some air.

Oh, sorry, just looking
for the bathroom.

Took you a while.

Oh, the cab drivers
are getting wise to me,

taking the long route.

Okay.

So, Rae confirms
that the palette knife

is a match
to the victim's wound.

Tell me you found it.

I wish I could. I'd be lying.

Are you okay?

Yeah, just... tired, you know?

Okay, well,
get yourself some coffee.

They just brought in Roman.

Let's go.

Thank you for waiting,

I'm Detective Campbell,
this is Tess Avery.

Roman. Hiyashi.

I'm...

I was Hamish's manager.

I can't believe this.

We just need to ask you
a few questions.

So how long
has this been going on?

Have you been listening

to every conversation
I've had with Tess?

Do the cops know about you?

Does Jake?

Uh... somewhat.

They know about the guiding app.

It's complicated.

This is insane.

I can just call you--

No, no, hey, hey!

Put the stuffy down, Lucas.

At some point,

the police will want to see
your phone records, so, no,

calling me is a bad idea.

The neighbour's nanny cam
will do.

I don't suppose Tess
is catching the real killer

as we speak, is she?

She's conducting an interview.

Grey hair, older man.

Roman.

Probably
singing Hamish's praises.

What's it like
being in my sister's head?

She's opened up my world.

Oh, ho, ho.

Voyeurism, my favourite vice.

Ew, no, not like that.

I mean...

Tess' work isn't exactly
family-friendly.

She helps people.

Sometimes.

What does that mean?

Let's go for a walk, shall we?

Let's see
what you have, sister.

Yes, yes, no...

Beautiful.

Lucas Avery,

it is the middle of the day.

It's 5:00 somewhere.

Join me.

It'll put feathers
on your chest.

You know,

I've never known my sister
to trust anyone

as much as she trusts you.

Yeah?

Yeah, we are incredibly tight.

What has she said about me?

Lucas, she worries about you.

She shouldn't.

She told me about your mother.

I am so sorry.

Ah, well.

It's all ancient history.

Let me take this moment
to embarrass my sister.

Has she told you
about the Halloween

we did each other's makeup?

Do tell...

Well, it all started when--

Okay, so the opera house says

that you picked up tickets
at 8:15.

Salome.

I don't even like opera,

but people in my business,

they expect a little culture.

And how was business?

You arranged
for Hamish's new show?

I believed

he still had more
to offer the world,

although Hamish wasn't exactly
raking it in these days.

I bought a few dozen
of his pieces over the years.

Ended up his biggest collector.

Artists need patrons,
always have.

The wife made it sound
as though

he wasn't exactly looking
forward to the comeback, though.

An artist's narrative
is everything,

but Hamish excelled
at self-sabotage.

That kid who owned the gallery,

Craig,

he was beside himself.

He spent a fortune
renting new space for the show.

Even his boyfriend
got involved.

A piece of work, that one.

Craig never mentioned
a boyfriend.

I only met him a couple times.

Luca?

Lucius?

Uh... I can't recall...

I, uh, I do have
an address, though.

He bought
one of Hamish's paintings.

It's still in storage,

but he wanted it delivered
to his sister's address.

The look on her face!

She's holding me by the ear,

she's slapping
the tattoo artist silly,

and she's yelling,

"That's not how you spell
'bootylicious'!"

Hey, is there an outlet?

Oh, found it.

Needless to say,
I got a refund.

Oh, and this one time,

she tried climbing
up the Playland roller coaster.

Oh, oh! The big wooden one?

Oh...

you know it?

Yeah. Yeah,
I-I do street view, sometimes.

Gosh, I cannot believe

that Tess was ever
that much fun.

Yeah...

...neither can I.

Sorry, I...

This whole situation,

it's like I'm losing her
all over again.

Your mother?

Forget it.

Oh, wait.

Sir, Lucas would never do this.

I see something.

No, Tess is right.

Lucas is not a killer.

That's her brother
we're talking about?

Something's up.

What are we still doing here?

Sir, look,
he-he got in a fight.

It's not the first time,
but he didn't do this.

He's not a killer.

As long as
your brother's a suspect,

you're off this case.

Jake, Leo,

go bring Lucas in.

- Sir, I--
- Go.

Oh, no.

Roman said your brother
had nine grand

riding on Hamish's new show,

and Craig confirmed Lucas
went to Hamish's last night.

Means, motive, opportunity.

Yeah, doesn't mean
he's guilty--

We just want to hear
Lucas' side of things.

Come on, Jake.

who do you think
you're talking to?

You don't wanna let us
into your place,

we can get a warrant.

You are not taking him in
without me.

You wanna
call him a lawyer, too

Leo, stop it.

Not funny.

Lucas--

Lucas Avery? Police.
You in here?

Police!

Lucas?

He's not here.

No, he... he has to be here.

Maybe he just
stepped outside or something.

Or he skipped town.

You know that if he runs,
this becomes a manhunt.

- No, he did not run.
- So, where is he?

Check this out.

Clothes, shoes,

paint all over 'em.

I bet you anything it's a match
for Hamish's studio.

Lucas was dumping evidence.

No, you don't know that--

Storage locker key.

You know anything
about this, Tess?

I'll put out a BOLO.

We'll check this out.

Come on.

Jake... come on,

you know him.

Which is why
we have to stay objective.

Tess, you can't be
anywhere near this,

for both your sakes.

You sit tight.

We do this by the book.

Sunny...

where is Lucas?

Promise you won't get mad.

What did you do?

I kept him safe,
just like you wanted.

You warned him?

You said that
if they brought Lucas in,

they could miss the real killer.

I tried to think fast.

You call this thinking?

Look, I stashed him
somewhere safe.

No, what you did

was make all three of us guilty
of obstruction of justice!

Actually, um...

all four of us?

Don't get cocky,

your health is low,

and we only got
three more to go.

The Fire Knight? Please.

We've been kicking her ass
since we were 12.

Yeah, but then
you'd always tap out

and give the controller to Tess.

I just didn't want
to embarrass you

in front of my sister.

Yeah... okay.

How's she doing?
Is she good?

She's got
her plate full today, man.

I'm just surprised she didn't
reach out on her own.

Did something happen between
the two of you, or...

Oh!

Oh, good for you.

Good for you.

Yeah, fine. Uh, we kissed.

That's my sister, man.

What are you, five years old?

Okay, fine.

You've been
inching to first base

ever since we met, so...

come on, give me the deets.

- About your sister?
- Yeah!

Look, dude,

Sunny said to hang with you,

and that's it,
no questions asked.

- She didn't mean me, though--
- Lucas!

He's right in front of you,
next to Matt, playing--

Third level of "Legend March",
I heard the music.

You want to play?

I mean,
Lucas is about to tap out.

Glad you guys are having
such a good time.

Tess, what's--
what's going on?

I need to talk to Lucas alone.

No problem.
Whatever you need.

I'm sorry
I gave Roman your address.

I didn't want Craig
knowing where I lived,

and when Sunny told me
they were coming--

You fled from the police.

Do you get how guilty you look
right now?

You were gonna turn me in.

I'm still turning you in.

I can't protect you now.

Come with me,

and I will at least help you
explain to Jake and Leo.

No, and if you try to take me,

I will seriously run away.

I am trying to keep you safe!

How many times
have I bailed you out?

Or sat up worrying
when you disappeared for a week,

or a month?

You don't get it.

This, right here,

this is what I've been dreading

ever since we were kids,

and you are treating it
like a joke.

'Cause if I don't,
I'm gonna lose it, Tess.

I have never been so scared
in my life...

...and you're...

throwing me
to the wolves again.

What does he mean "again"?

You want me to risk everything
'cause you're my brother?

Because I'm innocent.

Matt...

Yeah?

Look, Tess,
whatever's going on, I'm here.

I can help.

Give Lucas your car keys.

What?

Guess we know why

Lucas never gave his sister
an address.

I had no idea
things had gotten this bad.

You sure you wanna be here?

Seems like you're pretty cozy
with the Avery siblings.

Lucas is just a suspect
right now.

Yeah.

You think
he's capable of this?

Honestly?

Well, in my experience,

anybody is capable of anything.

It just takes the right push.

He'll be at the new show space.

You should let me talk to him.

Oh, absolutely not.

Then why are we even
going to Craig?

Because if we're going
to get out of this,

we need to find
Hamish's real killer.

No, you can't be serious.

Think about it, Lucas.

Craig knew you were
going to go talk to Hamish.

He could have slipped in
after you.

Hey, can you guys hear me?

Yeah,
we're all set up.

We're on a party line now.

You're both going to hear
what I do.

If Craig lies, you tell me.

You're wrong about him.

Great.

Then we're both going to jail.

Hey, uh, I blew a fuse
in the front room.

I plugged in a sander
and the whole place went dark.

Uh, do you have a fuse box?

Right over there.

Okay, sorry.

Ah, okay.

Keep walking. 12:00.

Stop.

Okay.

Any sign of Craig?

No.

There's paintings
right in front of you.

An open space.

Watch yourself.

Oh, wait, stop.

Guess who else is here.

The wife.

To the right.

Mrs. Galanis?

What do you think of it?

Oh, it's very...

Oh, uh, uh...

abstract?

...visceral.

Nice save.

Hamish used to paint me
all the time.

I was his muse once.

He was cold to her, Tess.

They hated each other.

I know what it's like,

to watch somebody you love
drown like that.

What was really going on
with Hamish?

A couple months ago,

three of my closest friends
told me that Hamish had made...

...had made unwanted advances.

They were planning
on coming forward...

Oh, my God.

...and they weren't
the only ones.

So you confronted him?

I didn't want to believe it.

I thought he'd have
some kind of explanation,

but he just...

shut himself off,

and that's how I knew
it was true.

He knew he was going down,
so he undermined his own show.

He'd fallen from fame once.

He couldn't do it again.

He had lied to you,

and betrayed you.

You must have wanted to do
something about it.

I wish I could have,

but, somehow, I still loved him.

What kind of person
does that make me?

Those were his mistakes,
not yours.

I'd like to talk to
those friends of yours,

and I'm going to need
to verify your whereabouts.

Lucas, did you know?

Do you think

I would have bought
one of his paintings

if I had known?

I should ask Roman
for my money back.

Tess, we can take this
to Jake, can't we?

I mean, this is
a whole new angle--

Are you okay?

What happened?

It's okay.

I think I hit a load-bearing
hatbox or something.

No, it's okay, it's my fault.

I'm a bit of a hoarder.

I, um, I don't go down
to the storage lockers often,

so I...

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Uh, well, you know,

some art, suitcases, and...

Oh, this is beautiful.

Please--

Oh.

Um, you have to go now.

- What?
- Just go, just get out.

- Get out!
- Okay.

Call from Jake Campbell.

I'll just be a minute.

Call from Jake Campbell.

Jake...

look, I think there's
more to this than we think.

We found the murder weapon
in Lucas' things.

No.

No, that's impossible.

I'm looking at it right now.

Four-inch palette knife,
covered in blood--

same yellow paint
that we saw on the stab wound.

There's got to be
an explanation.

- I...
- Yeah.

Listen to me
very carefully, okay?

He is safer with us,
and you know that.

Maybe you're right.

No, no, no, no.

[tires squealing

Call from Jake Campbell.

Tell me that's something
stronger than coffee.

Bourbon?

You can leave the bottle.

Tess, you know I'm not worried
about the car, right?

I just want Lucas safe,

and then after that,
I'll tear him a new one.

Yeah, get in line.

Okay, I've got a meeting
scheduled, but, uh,

you and I,

we need to talk.

Yeah, uh...

Hey, Tess?

I'm sorry I got distracted,

I-I forgot about
the party line--

No, it's not your fault.

Lucas needed me,
and I was about to--

It's not the first time
I let him down.

Is that what he meant?

About throwing him
to the wolves?

After our Mom died,

I tried to take care of him,

and we were kids,
both of us,

and I was a mess.

They separated us,

and I lost him to foster care
for years,

and when I finally
got my life together,

and got him back,

there was this...

gulf between us.

So that's why
you want to him close now.

I lost him once, Sunny.

If he runs now,
I might lose him for good.

Guilty or not,
I will never give up on him.

Yeah, he's so lucky
to have you.

Then where the hell is he?

Maybe he already told us.

You think

I would have bought
one of his paintings

if I had known?

I should ask Roman
for my money back.

Yeah, he's broke.

He would need cash to skip town.

Maybe he needs a refund.

Let's talk to Craig.

I want to know
where Roman would be right now.

Got it.

Roman!

Lucas?

Is that my painting?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

How did you get in here?

I did a little B&E as a kid.

It's like riding a bike.

I'm having second thoughts
about my investment.

It's Matt's car.

The engine's still warm.

The door is 3:00,
about 40 paces.

Roman is through the door
on your right.

12:00, 10 paces.

You expect me

to just hand over
nine grand in cash?

Then give me the painting.

I want what's mine.

Or what?

You'll cut my throat
like you did to Hamish?

Get off of me!

Lucas!

I just need my money,

then I'll be out of your life.

That's what you want, right?

What? No.

Lucas, never.

- Lucas--
- Get off.

Who wants that creep's
painting anyways?

Come on, come here.

Punk.
Hey, you're right,

Hamish's work
would be worthless

once the truth came out.

You said it yourself,

an artist's narrative
is everything,

except Hamish's was about
to blow up in your face,

so you changed it.

You killed him.

You're accusing me
of murdering my best friend?

Hamish is a tragic victim now.

I mean, by the time
people would have found out

what kind of man he really was,

you would have sold off
your entire collection

and made a fortune.

You just needed someone
to blame for the murder.

He kept telling me

that Hamish
wasn't listening to him,

that he needed someone
to talk to him.

He put the idea in my head.

You pushed Lucas
to confront Hamish,

and after he left,
you killed him.

You planted the knife
in Lucas's things.

I was at the opera
the night of the murder,

remember?

Yeah, your ticket
got picked up.

Can you prove that you stayed
through the show,

or that you even
took your seat--

All right, that's enough.

Just leave
before I call the police--

Okay. Then you can
explain to them

how you know
that Hamish's throat was cut.

We never released
that information.

- I've heard enough!
- No, no, no!

Lucas!

Don't you move.

Tess!

I never wanted any of this.

Hamish was the bastard, not me.

By the time I'd found out
what he'd done,

it was too late
to stop the show.

I would have
gone down with him.

Is that fair?

My sister's
a detective, Roman,

you think you can just kill her?

There's a deep-cleaning room
down the hall.

They'll think
you both went into hiding.

I'm sorry
I dragged you into this.

Listen to me,

remember that dog
in Mr. Rivers' courtyard,

that used to chase us?

Yeah...

You're the dog!

Okay, head the way you came.

Ah!

There's crates to your left.

There's another crate,
12:00. 10 steps.

Which direction?

Hard right now!

Did I ever tell you
I have a sister?

Five years younger.

Struggling musician.

I get what Tess is doing,
all I'm saying.

We don't know
what she's doing.

Except dodging your calls.

Turn around.

Try to turn around up here.

114 Gannon Place.

Roman has Lucas.

Jake's on his way.

Tess, just hold on.

Oh, my God,

he's in there,
he's packing a bag.

Tess...

Are you okay?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Looks like
he's making a break for it.

I'm going to go
cut him off, okay?

No! No! Lucas!

This is my mess.

Let me fix it, okay?

No!

Let me fix it.

Sunny, you with me?

Roman!
- Lucas!

2:00,
behind the shelf.

There's a saw
at your feet!

- I got it, I got it!
- Lucas!

What were you thinking?

You could have been killed!

Lucas, I'm sorry.

Please.

Do you know how many free drinks
this scar is going to get me?

Okay.

Ooh, game face.

Your other boyfriend
just showed up.

Well, you got lucky.

You know you could have both
ended up in cuffs, right?

The night is young.

Care to explain
how you ended up here

after you were told
to recuse yourself?

Sir, I was protecting--

She was protecting
the investigation, sir.

Tess had a hunch

that Lucas would try
to recover the money.

I wouldn't listen to her,
so she followed up by herself.

She was trying to bring
her brother in by the book.

Is this true?

Yes.

By the book.

Jake, you're benched
until further notice.

What?
Sir, I was out of line--

Yes, you were,

and Jake just
lied his ass off for you.

If you can't see straight
when she's around,

I can't use you.

Now, thanks to you,
I have to go craft

a very carefully-worded
press release.

Jake, I'm sorry--

You should have trusted me.

I had to protect Lucas--

Yeah, you almost
got yourself killed, okay?

You know what,

I'm thinking maybe a break

isn't such a bad thing
after all.

If you had to do it again?

I'd make the same decision.

Tess!

My hero!

- Thank you so much!
- Oh!

Oh... no, Craig.

She has boundary issues,

as in, she has them.

And I don't.
I am so sorry.

All good.

Matthew Alleyne.

Oh, nice to meet you.

I, uh...

I didn't know
Tess was bringing a date.

- Oh...
- No, we, uh...

Oh, please, labelling things
is so last century.

Yeah.

Um, do me a favour.

- Oh, yeah.
- Grab the bottom of that.

The police
released your painting.

After the trial,

you might even
get your money back.

I'm not sure I even want it.

The women accusing Hamish
have gone public.

It's all over social.

His wife has asked us

to keep the gallery open
for now.

She's putting all the funds
of his artwork

into a restitution fund,

and I guess, uh...

I'll just have to be
a better judge of character

in the future.

Well...

you were right about my brother.

Well, cheers to that.

I'll get some more drinks.

Please.

Ow.

Sorry.

I like him.

Well, takes the pressure
off your couch.

Good.

Guilty or not,

I will never give up on him.

Guilty or not,
I will never give up on him.

Guilty or not,
I will never give up on him.

Guilty or not,
I will never give up on him.

Guilty or not,
I will never give up on him.

Guilty or not,
I will never give up on him.

But will you give up on me?

♪ There's something
in the shadows ♪

♪ Cuts you like an arrow ♪

♪ There's fire in your blood ♪

♪ Hanging from that hope ♪

♪ But everybody knows... ♪

♪ There's something
in the shadows ♪