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Charlie.

Wake up.

Charlie.

Charlie!

Wake up!!!

Why are you doing this to me?

Emma...

Emma put the gun down.

Why aren't I good enough
for you?!

Okay, Em.

Em, put the gun--

Not a bad day's work, huh.

Yeah. Working with your
hands is good for your brain.

Endorphins and all that.

Oh...

looking at you, there's all
the endorphins I can handle.

Uh-oh.

Well, at at least
it'll look good

when Holly
gets here tomorrow.

You know what you're
gonna say to her yet?

About getting kicked out
of school for smoking pot?

Oh, god, the single
dad of me wants to forget

it ever happened.

The cop in me wants
daily urine samples.

I think my job is to make sense
of people

when it comes to my daughter...
I'm a total rookie.

Maybe now isn't the best
time for her and I to meet.

But I want her to get
to know you.

What does Holly think?

Ah...

You haven't told her yet?

Eh...

Yeah. I never found
the right moment.

Okay. Well...

I am looking forward to meeting
her whenever it feels right.

Um, I gotta go.

What? Oh, no, no.
I wanted to thank you

with my extraordinary
culinary skills.

I have the planning committee
fundraiser for the art center.

Right. Right.
Big date.

Yeah. Emma's an old friend.

Did I meet her at the prom?

No. We rode horses together.

She... she, uh, went
to private school.

I haven't seen her
in a few months.

- Rain check then.
- Yeah.

Whenever Holly's settled.

Okay.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the charity auction
for the Arts Center

will begin after dinner.

Oh my God.
Where is that?

Tahiti. Charlie
and I go over here.

Have you been?

I've never left the state.

Sorry that Charlie
couldn't make it tonight.

Says he, but he's slammed
at work.

How's Charlie doing
these days anyway?

This reminds me

of the most fabulous
ravioli we had in Tuscany.

You'll never guess
the secret ingredient.

Love.

Goat cheese.

Oh, goat cheese.

Mmhmm.

How did you and Cassandra
get to know each other?

Oh, I heard my back
in yoga class,

and Cassandra was there
to help me to my car.

Sadie runs the
lighthouse theater.

Yeah.

Is that that charming little
playhouse that's on the water?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I didn't realize
it was still open.

Right.

So, Cassandra, um...

how's it going with
the police chief?

Uh, God, we are so busy.
We hardly see each other.

You have a new man?
Way to bury the lead.

Wait. I thought you said
that you were over there

staining his deck today.

Please tell me that's
not a euphemism.

Don't worry.
If he's the one, you will know.

So tell me about
your art center.

Yeah. I just think Gibsons
needs a community art hub.

You know, it's something
that everyone can enjoy.

We have such amazing
artists here.

We should be showcasing that.

The town's been trying to fund
a project like that for years.

Sadie's on community council.

Like blood from a stone.

It's definitely on brand
with the charitable work

that Charlie and I support.

Does it have a name yet?

No. I've been waiting until
it's actually happening.

I'm just terrified of
jinxing it, you know?

If only she had a rich
friend who could help.

Wow.

What? It's a fundraiser.

So let's raise some funds.

Ladies and gentlemen, it
has come to my attention

that our new community
hub not only needs
completion funds,

but it also needs a name.

So get your checkbooks ready
because we are auctioning off

the naming rights after dinner.

The Wilbur and Ethel
Woodcock Center for the Arts.

At least you got the funding.

You, you got me the funding.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Can we not wait until you need
another building

to see each other again?

Excuse me, miss.
I'm in Portugal.

We'll talk next time
we're in the same time zone.

Fair, fair.

I wish you and Karl
every happiness.

I mean that.

Em, are you okay?

Of course.

I just hope Karl isn't
a workaholic like Charlie.

He never leaves the office.

Can you wait
until I get inside?

Of course.

Emma?

Emma!

You okay?

It's Charlie,
Emma's husband.

Mrs. O'Brea, I need you to
leave everything where it was.

I can't have my home like this.

I can't conduct
my investigation

if you compromise
my crime scene.

Sergeant Sokolowski
will take you outside

where he'll collect
your statement. Okay?

Follow me, please.

Where is he?

Let's go.

That... is a lot of blood.

Dangerous amount
for whoever lost it.

Spatter on the wall could
be signs of a struggle.

Robbery gone wrong?

Or a kidnapping.

Or murder.

Let's start waking people up.

Forensics is here.

Blood on both walls.
Missed the two paintings.

Didn't spare the photo.

What do you see?

O'Brea was at his desk.

Looks like he struggled
with his attacker or attackers

and then collapsed
possibly due to blood loss.

What else?

The pertinent negative.

What is it?

Charlie O'Brea.

And...

Not just his body.

This room has no personality.

No personal effects.

His office, the the one room
he can call his own

feels like a showroom.

Safe and the closet
is open and empty.

What's wrong with it?

I don't know,
he's not smiling.

You put a family
picture over your bed.

You center it.

I mean, the decor,
the furniture,

it's all thought out,
but seems out of place, right?

Glove?

Yeah.

The bullet hole.

I need to speak
to Mrs. O' Brea?

Mrs. O'Brea?

Sent her to the station,
Cassandra went with her.

Landline cables are cut.

The, security cameras
are blacked out.

Point of entry?

There's a side door at
the back, window's broken.

It's hard to access
from the shore,

but not impossible if
you know it's there.

So whoever did this
did their homework?

The other thing is, there's no
blood anywhere in this house

except for that office.

How'd they get him out of here?
Keep the floor clean?

Why'd they take him with him
in the first place

is what I'm wondering.

So he wasn't dragged.
He was carried.

We're looking for at
least two assailants.

Sorry you had to be
here all night.

I'll need you to come
with me now.

Can I?

I'm sorry.

It's gonna be okay.

Have you found Charlie?

We're doing everything
we can, Mrs. O'Brea.

Emma, please.

Cassandra promised
that I could trust you.

Emma...

could you explain the bullet
hole in your bedroom wall?

Charlie had a gun.

It accidentally discharged.
That was six months ago.

I didn't want the gun
in the house

so I gave it to my brother.

You hid the bullet hole
behind a picture

instead of fixing it?

I left it as a reminder...
for Charlie.

When we arrived,
your safe was open.

A few thousand dollars
in cash for emergencies,

um, business documents, passports.

What about jewelry?

We don't wear jewelry.

It's ostentatious.

Who else knows the combination?

Only Charlie and me.

Does Charlie have enemies?

Anyone who might
wanna hurt him?

Everyone loves Charlie!

Everyone?

Yes!

Was there any sudden
change in his routine?

Of course not.

Why would you ask that?

It's just sometimes
people get involved

in situations
that they keep secret

in order to protect
their loved ones.

But not Charlie.

We never hide anything
from each other.

No difficulties in your
marriage I should be aware of.

No!

Why are you asking me
these questions?

I... I'm starting to feel
like a suspect.

My husband is missing.

I need you to find him.

Cassandra.

Sid took Emma
to other brothers.

Can I get you some breakfast?

I'm not hungry.

You should eat something.

Hm.

Tea and a muffin.

Okay.

How can I help?

I'd like you to tell me more
about Emma and Charlie.

I've known Emma since
we were 14.

We're not close anymore, though.

I thought you said you saw
her just a few months ago.

I just bumped into her.

I only invited her to dinner
last night

because I was hoping for
donations for the art center.

Why does that make me feel
so guilty all of a sudden?

It shouldn't.

That invitation may have
saved a life?

Describe her to me.

Sheltered?

She came from money, um...

Her mom expected perfection.
Appearances were everything.

And Charlie?

They met in college.

When Emma set our sights
on him,

it was... it was game over.

He couldn't get away from her.

- Nice guy?
- Mm...

I mean, he's the husband of
a friend,

not the husband
who becomes a friend.

No children.

Emma couldn't.

Broke her heart, I think.

Emma avoids unpleasant
conversations.

When I asked Emma if she
and Charlie had difficulties,

she... she got very defensive,

insisted that everything
was perfect.

Is that how you saw it?

No.

I wasn't surprised

when Charlie skipped
last night's dinner.

Look,

you don't think Emma had
something to do with this?

She was with me all night.

Until I know what happened
to Charlie,

I can't rule anything out.

Crazy. Right?

I mean, who looks under a photo

because a frame
feels unbalanced?

Probably us for the rest
of our careers.

Forensics confirmed
it's Charlie O'Brea's blood

splattered everywhere.

They figure out how they
got the body out of here?

Without making
the place look like

a Jackson Pollock painting? No.

Body? What do you mean, body?

So we turned around and
she was standing there

with cleaning supplies
and her hands.

That's the second time

she's tried to clean up
our crime scene.

This is on me. I should have
secured the scene better.

Chief, Blake Windsor's
out front,

Emma O'Brea's brother.

He wants to know what kind
of "sorry excuse"

for a police force
you're running here.

It's my fault.
I'll talk to him.

I'll take care of this.

He's not mad, you know?
He's just dialed in.

Well, he has every right
to be mad.

I would be.

How can I help you,
Mr. Windsor?

Let's start with how you plan
to discipline your officer.

For?

For her callous and
frankly disturbing remarks

about my sister's
husband's disappearance.

You're right.
You're right.

We should hold people
accountable for their actions.

I should charge your sister

with trespassing
and evidence tampering.

Charlie is dead.

Emma is devastated,

and your officers are making
jokes about Jackson Pollock.

Who said Charlie's dead?

He's anemic.

With that sort
of blood loss,

I mean, whatever happened
to him...

Of course, my sister
didn't tell you.

No.

She's not trying
to hide information

or destroy evidence.

Emma has a very specific
attitude towards life.

Everything needs
to be perfect.

Thank you, mother.

Charlie... worked
for your firm.

Yeah. Worked.

Yeah, that's generous.
Yeah, he was employed there.

It's a family investment firm,

and technically he's family.

Not up to your standards.

It doesn't matter.
Emma loved him.

Where were you last night?

Enduring the dumbest game
on earth

with my wife
and our neighbors.

Look, please, just find
Charlie alive or dead.

Emma's not built
for this uncertainty.

If there's anything
that I can do to help,

let me know.

The gun Emma gave you,
I'll need to see it.

Yeah. Yeah. Of course.
I'll bring it by tomorrow.

It's in your home?

Yes.

Sergeant Sokolowski
will follow you.

Just wait for me
in reception.

You'll surrender it.

The more we look into Charlie
O'Brea's perfect life,

the less perfect it seems.

Security system was installed
over five years ago.

Company monitors it
from a remote location.

Seattle?

Mumbai.

Last contractor was a plumper
that was two years ago.

No cleaner.

Leaving us with Emma O'Brea.

And there's no way she
moved that body herself.

Where was the brother
last night?

Check with the neighbors.
He claims he was with them.

Holly.

Go. I got this.

- Holly.
- Where are you?

I'm on my way, kiddo.
What time is it?

You're not late.
The ferry got in early.

- Still at the terminal?
- Cop shop.

Nice office.

Hey, Dad.

Oh...

You accepted a ride
from a stranger?

Some nice sailors with a van.

They invited me
to a party later.

Not funny.

Oh, it's kinda funny.

Seriously, how did
you get here?

Her name was Barb McDonald,
and she has three grandkids,

and none of them
call her enough.

Oh.

She thinks you're doing
a good job,

but should smile more
when you're on TV.

What's in the bag?

It's your birthday present.

Seriously?

Yeah. I was gonna wait
till your actual birthday,

but you might wanna
try it out now.

It's your grandmother's--
was your grandmother's.

I... I found some black
and white film,

ordered some
processing chemicals.

I... I can teach you

how to develop pictures
at home if you'd like.

Yeah. Sure.

I was taking photos
for the school newspaper

before I... you know.

You wanna talk about it?

I... I really don't.

I have to start at a new
school tomorrow.

Can we just go home?

I gotta work.

But I can find somebody
to give you a tour.

The gun.

We're gonna need confirmation
from the lab,

but from the smell of it,

that thing hadn't
been fired in months.

Windsor's alibi checks out.
They were playing charades.

What if Blake and Emma
did kill Charlie,

staged the crime scene to
look like a robbery gone wrong,

and then just left
for their events?

Kill them why?

Families.

Who knows what--

speaking of,
have you talked to Holly yet?

About the pot?

I'm working up to it.

She's going through something.

Discipline's easy.

Listening's the hard part.

Beer and pickles.

Someone's going for father
of the year.

Look behind.

You like their
breakfast burritos, right?

Way better parenting.

Oh, you're welcome.
Ride to school?

Yeah. Nothing better
than getting dropped off

by the Chief of Police
on my first day.

Need to take that?

Two secs.

How are you?

Better. Look, yesterday,
you asked me about Emma,

and maybe, I don't know,
maybe there's something

I should have mentioned, um...

Remember I said that we had run
into each other a while ago,

and, you know, we decided
to catch up over coffee,

but Emma didn't seem herself.
She was distracted, upset.

She said that... she said that
Charlie had done something.

I pushed for more,

and she seemed like
she wanted to tell me.

And then then
she just smiled

and said she was
probably overreacting.

Because Emma doesn't
do unpleasant.

Yeah. But for a second there,

I swear I could see this
flicker of, I don't know, rage.

And then it was gone.

And I convinced myself
that I had imagined it,

but now I'm not so sure.

I don't know.
It's probably nothing.

Thank you for telling me.

How's Holly settling in?

Good. Good. Yeah.

She-- we're just
about to have breakfast.

Seen furniture shows
with more personality.

I doubt Charlie O'Brea even
set foot in his office

until the day he died.

Makes you wonder.

Wonder what?

Where he kept his stuff.

Wait. What?
Like like another office?

Charlie O'Brea does have
another office

at the investment firm.

Yeah. No. It was actually--

Get some evidence boxes ready.
I'll call Windsor.

Good thinking Kendrick.
Now let's get somewhere.

You really have to
take everything?

We appreciate your cooperation.

Well, I want to find Charlie
as much as you do,

for Emma's sake.

So what are we
looking for anyways?

We'll know when we find it.

Chief.

Fingerprint sensor lock.

Send it over to forensics
along with the computer.

On it.

What's the first thing
you notice

when you look around
this place?

I don't know.

It's kooky.

Yeah. Also feels lived in, right?

There's something missing.

Emma... There are no pictures
of Emma.

A blood drive.

I keep meaning to do this,
but...

The needle?

I know.
Most people are squeamish.

How much blood
are you taking from me?

About a pint.

That sounds like a lot
when you put it that way.

Trust me.
You won't miss it.

When can I do this again?

In two months.

Yeah. Some of our regulars
donate six times a year.

Wow.

Was Charlie O'Brea a regular?

He got an award for organizing
a blood drive.

Oh my god.
That poor man from the news.

I hope they find him soon.

Mhmm.

And done.

See? Nothing to it.

Wow.

Tonya Helgenberger.
Is she working today?

She phoned in sick
last couple of days.

Do you know her?

Uh... she-- friend of a friend.

Mm.

Tell her I said hi
next time you see her?

Sure.

You say it wasn't an attack.

You say it was more
like giving blood.

Sorry?

Say there was another
person with him.

Not an assailant.
An accomplice.

Charlie O'Brea wasn't a victim.

He faked his own death.

Tonya Helgenberger...
let's find her.

Charlie faking his own death

would explain why
there's no body.

And the lack of blood anywhere
but the office,

the assailant's knowledge
of the security system,

the combination to the safe,
when to stage the attack.

Doesn't explain why though.

Well... husband trapped
in a loveless marriage.

His brother-in-law hates him.

He's not a husband.
He's a show pony.

Where are we with forensics?

Nothing on his computer
or his files.

They're still working
on the thumb drive.

Keep me posted.

If I'm Charlie, I'd stay away
from public transit hubs.

Private planes?

Look into private airstrips,

passenger manifests,
flights out.

Wherever he is,
he's lying low.

Tonya's roommate hasn't seen her
in over two days.

She's being all
secret squirrel.

Usually means
the dude's married.

Charlie.

Oh, no.

No. No. No. No. No.
It's not here.

Where is it then?
Hmm? Where?!

Yelling at me
is not gonna help.

You're right.

Let's just both calm down.

Retrace your steps.

Okay.

Okay, um...

I was trying to get
out of the office.

The drive was in
the back of the drawer.

I went to grab it,

and then Blake barged in.
He said it was urgent.

It's always urgent
with that guy.

Babe. Focus.

I must have grabbed
the wrong drive.

Okay. Well, then the right
drive is still in your desk.

Oh, no, no, no, baby.
We can't go back.

What if someone sees me?
I'm supposed to be dead.

Babe...

we need that drive.

What the hell?

Oh, no...

Oh, no!
No, no, no, no, no!

Charlie?

You're not supposed to be here.

Emma's been out of her mind.

What happened to you?

Okay. I need to call my sister.

No, no, no, no!
You can't!

No. Emma can't know.

No, uh... She's uh,
she's in danger. Okay?

Charlie, what are
you doing here? Really?

I... can't do this
anymore, man.

I can't feel like a failure
all the time, okay?

So just... let me get
what I came here for. Okay?

And then you'll never
have to see me again, ever.

I think I better call
the police.

What did you do?

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

We're gonna call 9-1-1,
and we're gonna leave

the phone off the hook,
and they're gonna come.

We can't leave him alive.

Babe... you can do this.
We can't go to jail.

Charlie... please...

Charlie?

I'm sorry, man.

- Charlie?
- I'm sorry.

Emma loves you.

Forensics cracked the drive.

They pulled O'Brea's
fingerprints from a glass

in the bathroom and spoofed
the biometric lock.

Investment accounts.

Mmhmm. All fake.

O'Brea's been embezzling
from the family business.

Two million dollars
is enough to start a new life.

When did all this start?

Oldest account
is from six months ago.

I need to speak
to Blake Windsor.

What are you thinking?

Charlie came back
for the drive.

Windsor confronted him.

Go on.

I guess Charlie thought
$2 million

might be worth killing for.

I'm sorry for your loss.

First, Charlie.

Now Blake, um...

you're thinking they're
connected somehow, are you?

Mrs. O'Brea, Emma...

I think Charlie
is still alive.

What?

He is?

Well... where is he?

That's what I need to find out.

Charlie may be connected
to your brother's death.

You think he killed Blake?

It's possible.

No. No.
Charlie could never.

He loved Blake
like a brother, he...

I know my own husband.

Emma...

I told Karl about that day
that we went for coffee,

how Charlie had done something
very unpleasant.

And...

Yeah.

It was the gun.
He didn't mean to.

Wait. He threatened
you with a gun?

It just went off accidentally.
A tempest in a teacup.

Charlie loves me.
He loves me. Okay?

We we all...
we all made mistakes.

Mistakes, Emma.

If he had something to--

Charlie wouldn't kill Blake.
Okay?

He loves me.

He loves me because
he stayed.

The bullet hole
in your bedroom?

You pulled the trigger.

He'd had an affair.

Six months ago, he thought
he needed a divorce.

I wanted him to understand.

You don't end a marriage
because of one mistake.

You stay together for all
the things that went right.

Six months ago...

that's how long Charlie
has been embezzling

from the family firm.

What?

Emma...

do you have any idea where
Charlie might be right now?

If you do...

How would I?

It turns out I don't even know
my own husband.

I am so sorry.

I think you both should leave.

I'll have an officer
stay behind.

I really wish you wouldn't.

Please go.

- Please go.
- Yeah.

Sid, I need you to get a warrant
over to Judge Rowe

access to the GPS tracker
in Emma O'Brea's car.

How do you do that...
every day?

Hold on just a sec.

It's my job.

You gonna be okay?

Be careful.

Sid, that warrant,
you got a pen?

Yeah. So it's a black Tesla.

Just got a hit.

One of Charlie O'Brea's fake
investment account names.

Cal O'Bannon stores
a float plane at Riverway.

It's a private airstrip
out past Doriston.

Yen.

Got it.

Sarge...

Sid, any trouble getting
the warrant?

That depends.

If you count having
to listen

to Judge Rowe's
hunting stories.

Emma's on the move.

Which direction?

Doriston.

She knows exactly
where Charlie is.

Send coordinates to my phone.

As soon as we make Alaska,
we'll sell the floatplane.

At least that gives us enough
to get to Hawaii.

And then what?

I don't know, babe.

Maybe you can figure
something out for a change.

We killed a man.

Does that not bother you?

I stabbed him by accident.

You're the one who killed him.

You know, I almost
forgot about this place.

Emma.

Only thing your family
left you.

You always hated it here.
You said it was... low rent.

Why can't you just
leave me alone?

I gave you everything.

And how do you repay me?

You fake your own death
and you kill my brother.

None of this would
have happened

if you just let me go!

For better or for worse.

As long as we both
shall live.

You promised no more guns?

It's Blake's

Babe, have you seen my keys?

No.

What the hell is
she doing here?

Babe, stay inside.

You promised to get rid
of that.

Listen to me.
This is all my fault.

You're right. Okay?

I don't know what got
into me.

Sometimes, you know,
I just--

I love you so much that,
you know, it... it scares me.

No. Not this time.

Emma.

Stay back.

Put the gun down.
I've got this.

What are you out
of your mind, man?

She wants to kill me.

No. She doesn't.
Believe me.

What are you pointing
at me for?

He put you through hell.

That's right.

If you kill Charlie,

your life is over, Emma.

I don't care.

I think you do care.

I think that's why Charlie's
still alive right now.

You think you've made
a point of no return.

I've been there, I know.

Time heals things.

Your brother loved you so much.

All he wanted was
for you to be happy.

If you can't do that
for yourself, do it for him.

Huh?

You coward.

I'm done with you.

Oh geez.

Charlie will pay
for what he's done.

I'm the one you arrest.
She tried to kill me.

Gee, I wonder why.

Edwina, you do the interviews.

He sees something in you.

But if you're waiting
for praise,

you gotta know,
that was it.

Hey, Dad.
I got tired of waiting.

I'm sorry, kiddo.

Don't be.

Stay. Stay. I just...

I spent the whole day
chasing a man

who'd rather fake his own
death than confront his issues.

That's one way
to handle things.

Everyone wants to
run away sometimes.

And maybe that's what I did.

But I didn't run away from you.

I love you more
than my own life.

Were you ever planning
on telling me

about your new girlfriend?

Cassandra.

Steph told me about her.

Yes.

The one you abandoned us for?

What? No.

I... I only met Cassandra
when I moved here.

Dad, I was out here
during the break.

You never mentioned
her once.

We dated but
we weren't a couple.

And now you are?

It seems so.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Whoa. Hey... hey...

Do you even
want me here?

More than anything.

I screwed up.

Didn't I?

I'm so sorry, kiddo.

I'm so... so, so, so,
so sorry.

♪ ...I guess we're
just lucky. ♪

Now...

about the pot.

Let's say we, uh,
we call it even.

Only if you promise

to tell your mother
that I grounded you.

Deal.

But if you get caught smoking
pot in your new school,

I'm gonna get Isabella
to scare you straight.

You would really do that,
wouldn't you?

Oh, in a heartbeat.

Now, grab your coat.

Why?

I'm starving.

And uh...

there's someone I want
you to meet.

♪ One in a million

♪ One in a million

♪ One in a million

Holly.

Hi.

I'm Cassandra.

Hi.

♪ One in a million