02x04 - m*rder on the Dancefloor

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[DYNAMIC MUSIC]

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[TEXT ON SCREEN]

[CLAPS]

Do you want to join me for dinner?

[BLASTING]

[SCREAMING]

Active sh**ter!

It's fine.

It's really, really not.

[LEO] They say I'm gonna be okay.

Damn well better. Who else is gonna

tell 'em how amazing I was in there?

[SUNNY] You were always
so careful with your books,

so why is that one out of place?

[RIPPING SPINE]

[CRASHING]

[SCREAMING]

[g*nsh*t FIRES]

[TWO g*nshots FIRE]

[♪♪♪]

[HUFFS]

It was there when I went to bed...

I'm sure of it!

My anti-anxiety medication...

I take it after breakfast every morning,

and I know that I saw it last night,

and then, this morning, it was gone.

[TESS] The way I'm hearing
you put away groceries,

I'm surprised

you can find anything in your apartment.

You did just send in

your dead boyfriend's hidden USB files

to the FBI.

That would throw anyone for a loop.

The Mayo Clinic

says that you need seven hours a night.

Are you getting seven hours, Sunny

Per day or per week?

[CHUCKLES] Sleep-deprivation it is.

[SUNNY] Maybe you're both right.

I have been obsessing
over Rigby's research.

Should we have kept
investigating ourselves?

My hacker skills can only go so far.

- [BLOW LANDS]
- [LIFE FORCE DRAINS]

[VIDEO NARRATOR] Game... over!

[TESS, LAUGHING] Are you serious?

You suck worse than you did

when I would kick your
a*s in high school.

Wait-wait-wait. You were a gamer?

Yeah, every day after
school in grade 10,

Matt and I would have
these epic gaming sessions

in his basement.

You guys know what's crazy?

I still know the sound so well

that it's almost like
I can see it again.

Next best thing to gaming,

since those days are gone.

Don't be so sure.

[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE CONCIERGE] Call
from Superintendent Bennett.

- Sir?
- Get your tap shoes on, Tess.

We've got two bodies.

[♪♪♪]

♪ There's something in the shadows ♪

[SUNNY] ... and make a sharp right.

We're here.

Okay. Give me a scan.

You know, Jake and I

were comped tickets to the ballet once.

Lasted 20 minutes.

Wait till he sees this.

Jake ain't here, amiga.

He got pulled into
the Detsky case, so...

you're stuck with me.

They are loaning us Owen Cooper
from the 14 Division for backup.

Come on. They're sticking us

with a hand-me-down from the 14th?

Yeah, Bennett says he's good.

'Course, what's he
gonna say... "he sucks"?

- [CHUCKLES]
- Hey, how you feeling?

Ah, it only hurts when I laugh,
so you don't have to worry.

All right. What have we got?

Brigit and Melinda Lamb,



mother and daughter,

both very well-regarded
on the dance circuit.

Brigit is ballet royalty.

She's won gold for her pas de deux

at the Moscow International
Ballet Competition.

[TESS] Somebody knows
a lot about ballet.

I know a lot about a lot of things,

and Brigit is now an instructor.

Melinda... her daughter
and star student.

Not a healthy mix, apparently, since...

they're both dead

and Melinda's looking like the sh**ter.

Two g*nsh*t wounds.

Entry wounds on the posterior thorax.

Shot in the back?

Yeah. No prints on the
weapon, except the daughter's.

One b*llet

lodged in the wall,
three spent casings...

.9-millimetre,

and they match the half-empty box

we found in the daughter's gym bag.

So... daughter has a 7 p.m. with Mom,

who pulls a Whiplash

and runs drills for two extra hours.

Mom turns her back
to change the music...

daughter pulls a g*n out of her gym bag,

and... pop, pop...

puts two in Mom's back,

then points the g*n at her own heart...

uh, for a quick
self-checkout at 10:13 p.m.,

when shots were called in.

Security footage?

Uh, no one seen coming or going.

Plus, dancers need key cards after six,

and the last person to
use one was Melinda here.

- [PILLS RATTLE]
- What about the building?

No other entry point? Exit?

None that we could find.

Where would she get a g*n?

We'll do the trace test.

We'll review the evidence,
check with family...

but this is m*rder-suicide.

It's open-and-shut.

Why did Bennett call me?

Well, you'll have to ask him.

Just holler if you need. I'll be around.

[SUNNY] So, Tess, what are you thinking?

That teenaged girls rarely
resort to g*n violence.

Tell me what you see.

They probably missed something.

Um...

Wait. Wait, there's...

there's something on the floor.

To your left... straight down.



Some kind of tape.

Is that blood on it?

[LEO] It's "spike tape,"
for hitting your mark.

Most of it got hit with blood spatter.

[SUNNY] So where do you want to start?

[TESS] Let's bag this tape.

We need more insight.

If there are other family members,

I want to talk to them.

[SUNNY] Yeah, she has an older sister.

You seem pretty sharp
for three hours of sleep.

Matt's right. I'm so tired.

You know, I've heard
power naps boost your mood

and improve your productivity.

Yeah?

Would you mind if I
just took a quick break?

You're not the only guide on EyesUp.

Go get some rest.

I'd like to talk to you
about your mom and sister.

Can you tell me about
their relationship?

I mean, our mom was no picnic...

[CHUCKLES SADLY]

... but, we always worked
through our problems.

So Melinda was never violent?

- No!
- She had a g*n, though?

I have no idea where she got it from.

Okay.

It's corny, but...

ever since I was a little girl,

I used to think of them as flowers.

Melinda was a violet.

Delicate but sturdy, you know?

Mom was a hyacinth... show-offy, bold.

Violets don't k*ll.

Did Melinda ever have any issues

with her mental health?

I'd never seen her so happy.

She was just invited
to the Prix de Lausanne.

That's... a big deal.

I can only imagine.

What about dating?

Did she have a boyfriend? Girlfriend?

Not that I knew of.

Not that I would.

Were you two not close?

Not like when we were younger.

I just, um...

I didn't visit much after I moved out.

When was the last time
you saw each other?

Last month. We spoke in Stanley Park.

I did most of the talking.

Was that unusual between you two?

Was she somehow withdrawn?

She was in training.

A dancer needs focus...

so, I was giving her space.

Is that all?

Yeah, for now.

[MATT] All right. Thursday. Bye.

Professor Alleyne!

Oh! Love what you've
done with the place.

[GIGGLES] That was a joke.

I can't see.

You got my message.

Yeah, which intrigued me...

especially the part
about not telling Tess.

Why? What are you up to this time?

You ever heard of "Night Assassin"?

Sure. Yeah. My ex was a gamer.

Well, it was Tess's favourite.

I've been teaching myself Moja...

it's this new software, super-fast.

Game changer.

Anyhow, I've been using it

to modify the game for
the visually impaired.

And you need a guinea pig?

- I'm in.
- Yeah? Okay, well, be warned...

beta-testing is not just
one evening's commitment.

Fair warning...

I get paid in deep dish and margaritas.

You got a deal.

[BANG]

[GASPS]

[PANICKING]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[CAR HORN BLARING]

[GASPS]

[RUMBLE-THUD]

[BANGS WEDGE IN SECURELY]

[SUNNY] I shut the
window. I'm sure of it.

I don't know, maybe it
was the window washers.

No, the window was locked

from the inside,

and they're still dirty.

Okay, why don't you ask Kye?

Because he's visiting family,

and I don't trust the new concierge.

Why are we back at the crime scene?

What are we looking for?

[TESS] Never trust
an open-and-shut case.

I wanna check all the
entrances and exits again...

anywhere you could get in
without showing up on camera,

anywhere somebody could hide...

What about the locker room?

Ahead, to the left.

[♪♪♪]

What is it?

I feel a draft.

So, it is possible...

[DETECTIVE] You're right...
breeze came from the hatch.

It was still cracked open.

[SUNNY] Who's the new guy?

I'm sorry, who are you?

Detective Owen Cooper, from 14th.

I've heard great things.

Wait.

Is it rude to offer you a
handshake if you can't see my hand?

What?

You should try me on high-fives.

Anyway, Leo, what I'm saying is,

technically, it is possible

for somebody to climb the catwalk,

hoist themselves through,

and run to the other
side of the building.

Where we did found a
security-cam blind spot.

Sorry.

- [DRYLY] Doin' great.
- Thank you.

Look. If someone did exit via the roof,

that shows extreme foresight.

Yeah. And an incredible
sense of balance...

like a dancer might have?

Okay, well, we know Melinda
had issues with her mom,

which still makes the
simplest explanation

the most likely.

Occam's Razor.

[SUNNY] I like him.

So, the boyfriend...

What do you got?

Miles M... uh...

Miles... "Gatlin"...

got the name from the
other dancers in the company.

Well, Melinda's sister said
she didn't have a boyfriend.

No. She said she didn't know of one.

Trace came back on the g*n.

Melinda's Colt

was registered to a "Nathaniel Powell",

deceased since 2008.

No word yet on a
connection to the victim.

Could've been stolen or
she got it on the Dark Web.

Come on. Does Melinda seem
like a "Dark Web" girl to you?

It gets worse.

Press just announced
it as m*rder-suicide,

so I guess our two favourite words

are "no" and "comment".

[THUMP]

The boyfriend's not returning any calls

so he's officially a Person of Interest.

Are we jumping the g*n here, new guy?

- Pun intended?
- There's no evidence.

Unless Tess's "mystery DNA"
theory on the spike tape

comes through.

Okay, Leo.

I want us to follow up
on all of the details.

Look, if you're gonna phone it in,

just save us all the trouble

and do it from home,
free up some desk...

'Cause consulting takes
up so much more space.

Hey, hey, hey, guys? Guys?

I know I'm just "Owen the New Guy",

but we gotta work together here.

[CLAPS THIGHS]

How about a coffee break?

Everybody likes coffee, right?

Right?

I'm a "flat white" guy.

- Excuse me.
- Macchiato?

- Uh, do you know...
- Cappuccino?

... The Lamb murders?

We're not speaking to reporters.

No, no. I'm not a reporter.

I'm Miles Gatlin...

Melinda's boyfriend.

[♪♪♪]

I k*lled them.

He's fidgeting.

You're saying you k*lled
Brigit and Melinda Lamb?

Well, I lent my
grandfather's g*n to Melinda,

and now two people are dead, so...

I may as well have pulled the trigger.

So much for getting our guy.

So you didn't actually pull the trigger?

When did you give her the g*n, Miles?

A couple of months ago.

She kept badgering me to get her one,

and I finally caved.

Why did she want it?

Uh, she said she had a stalker.

Yeah, at first, I was worried, right?

Made sure to walk her home, but...

then she kept seeing
things that weren't there.

I think the whole thing
was just in her head.

Well, then why give her a g*n?

Th-There was a big
ballet thing coming up...

the Prix de something...

"Prix de Lausanne."

Yeah.

I-It's a big deal,

and she needed her rest,

but she got stuck on
this whole stalker thing,

and she couldn't sleep.

[LEO] And you thought

a loaded g*n would
give her peace of mind?

When did you two last speak?

Uh... it was the day before yesterday.

We had a long talk on the phone.

What about?

I broke up with her.

Okay, but I had to...

her mother controlled
Melinda's whole life.

It was k*lling us, so I
gave her an ultimatum...

stand up to Brigit, or we're done.

So her mom was hard on her?

She was a monster to those girls.

She controlled everything
in Melinda's life.

Her-Her friends, her
clothes, her diet...

even how she walked.

And it got worse before
the big dance events.

Whenever Melinda would miss a spin...

- "Pirouette."
- Yeah.

Brigit would lash out

and it got under Melinda's skin.

She stopped eating,
started biting her nails.

I honestly think her mom

is why Melinda started
seeing bogeymen in the bushes.

And when all this was going on,

you... decided to walk away?

It was a bluff.

Right? Look, I-I just wanted
her to stand up to Brigit.

Look, I loved Melinda.

I could never leave her.

I even went to this
stupid ballet documentary

she was bugging me to
see last night. I...

Look, I-I told her

to take a stand against her mom, okay?

But I didn't mean that...

Oh, my God, what did I do?

We've got Melinda's browser history.

She was looking at suicide hotlines.

That doesn't make her a k*ller...

it makes her a troubled teenager.

Well, phone records also confirm

Miles's last call to Melinda...



the day before the incident.

[TESS] So he could've been lying about

whatever he was talking about.

[LEO] Or he could be telling the truth.

All right, what do you
think about the stalker?

Well, no one jumped out as threatening

on her social media pages,

so... who knows?

Could be all in her head.

So I just got back from
the Westmount Theatre,

where that ballet doc Miles
mentioned was playing...

Arpeggio: Four Dancers, Four Acts.

[OWEN] Yeah, that's the one.

[SUNNY] Oh, I love that documentary.

So I met up with security,

and they pulled this from the logs...



Miles is seen in line for the movie,

the doc's almost two hours long.

And the murders happened at 10:13 p.m.,

which puts Miles at the theatre.

Yeah, but he could've
slipped out the back door.

And then he was seen

exiting the building at


Okay, all right.

So this does rule him out as a suspect,

but I am not gonna rush this.

What more should we look at?

Well, the sister, for one...

there was something off in her reaction.

That's tough.

People grieve differently.

You ever read The Stranger?

Albert Camus.

Thanks, new guy.

We took French in 12th grade, too.

Okay, look, you guys, have
fun with your book club.

I'm gonna check in
with the sister again.

Okay.

You need directions back to your desk?

So I've been messing

with this Night Assassin enhancement,

where a smoke b*mb plunges
you into total darkness,

forcing you to rely solely on sound.

[FOOTSTEPS]

- Do you hear that?
- Mm.

It's more echoey.

Wait. Yeah, but that's because

you're in wide-open
enemy territory, right?

So you have to step back or else...

[BLADE SINGS, FLESH TEARS]

... that happens.

Footsteps? Is that all?

- What do you mean?
- I don't know... you could

try a "splash" for rain sound?

Uh, "leaves" for jungle terrain?

I'm sorry,

does it have to be in total darkness?


something... like Tess.

[GASPS] Oh!

You should try a hybrid...

a gradient

of, um, of partially-sighted
perspectives or something, yeah.

[CHUCKLES]

You staring at me? That's very rude.

I'm just really impressed.

And I'm staring.

[SUNNY] I can't wait to see

her reaction to the photo I found.

Four years ago,

you were the apple of your mom's eye...

and you were the one going
to the Prix de Lausanne,

until your bike accident
changed everything.

Is that why you and Melinda
didn't talk much anymore?

My relationship with
my sister is private.

Not while we're
investigating her m*rder.

If you think I had
something to do with this,

you're out of your mind.

What I think is that you
know something about her

and you're not telling me.

You're not a dancer...
you wouldn't get it.

Try me.

Ooh. You hit a nerve.

[TESS] Your silence is starting

to look like obstruction.

I just lost my sister and my mother.

I get to grieve how I want.

[CHOKES UP] So unless there's
some kind of charge here,

this conversation is over.

[SUNNY] And she's outta there.

[TESS SIGHS]

She's not wrong.

Why do people lose their heads
over all this ballet stuff?

I don't get it.

So... let's fix that.

[SUNNY] And then Alma...

dances across the screen...

and she pulls off an
incredible pirouette...

and she is bathed in the light

and the shadows of the stage.

[MUSIC ENDS]

I can't believe I just let you

narrate an entire
ballet documentary to me.

It's not just "a documentary".

[CLAP]

Arpeggio: Four Dancers, Four Acts...

you know, if Melinda wanted
her boyfriend to watch it,

it probably says something about her.

What do you think?

I think that's two hours of my life

I'm never gonna get back.

Come on.

None of it moved you? Not even Pavlo?

Pavlo was fine.

I just don't relate to what he does.

What is it about dance
that you just can't grasp?

It's too pretentious for
you? It's too rarefied?

[SNAPS] It's because I can't see it!

Dance is visual.

And right now, I don't
care about missing out,

but someday I might.

As a sighted person
who can't possibly know

what your experience is...

I respectfully, and
totally, disagree with you.

Dance isn't just visual.

It's... [SIGHING SOFTLY]

... it's about sound
and movement and space.

It's not just something that you see.

It's something that you...

feel.

[PHONE CHIMES]

[PHONE CONCIERGE] Text from Leo...

"Lab results are in."

[♪♪♪]

The lab processed your evidence.

The bad news first...

all the DNA and fingerprints
belong to the victims.

And the blood spatter expert
examined b*llet angles,

spatter patterns, body positions...

and it all leads to...

ba-dum-ba-dum... m*rder-suicide.

Did I call it or what?

[BENNETT] But Rae
also took a closer look

at Tess's spike tape.

It contained traces of blood

from both the mother and the daughter.

But the bodies were 15 feet apart...

that's a long way for spray to travel.

Okay, but there were
three b*ll*ts, right?

Two for the mom, one for the daughter,

so it could be spatter from
that first, non-fatal g*nsh*t,

from when the mom was running away.

The sequencing analyses show

that the droplet that hit first

should've belonged to the mother,

yet it was type O...
which matches the daughter.

Melinda was shot first?

You can't put a two-shot in
Mom with a b*llet in your heart.

Which means we got a double homicide,

and the m*rder*r's still out there.

[♪♪♪]

[POP]

[SMOOCH]

[♪♪♪]

What? Who did this?

I can't get a read on this new guy.

I mean, is he just really
good at playing dumb,

or... ow!

Hey, you there?

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

- What's on your mind?
- [SUNNY] If I tell you,

you're gonna think I'm crazy,
and neither of us wants that.

[TESS] Try me.

[SUNNY] Maybe later.

Good timing.

So, given the fact that this
is no longer a m*rder-suicide,

we're back at ground zero.

We don't know if Brigit
Lamb was the target,

or daughter Melinda, or both.

Maybe we do.

This just came in from Tech.

They combed her social media
for the stalker Miles mentioned.

[TESS] Yeah, but I
thought they came up empty?

They did, but apparently,

they found something
using the Wayback Machine.

This is from two months ago...

posts from someone
named "Lycanthrope271".

"Your pique is as empty as your soul."

[CORRECTING HIM] "Piqué".

"If I can't have you, no one can."

"Swallow, swallow poison...

Melinda be gone,
Melinda be gone." Yikes.

Ah, there's nothing
creepy at all about that.

The posts starts about
three and a half years ago...

maxed out at a hundred a day.

And entirely erased a month ago.

"Lycanthropy". That's the werewolf one?

Look at the new guy
with the college degree.

Okay, we gotta get on this,

so how fast can tech trace the register?

They're trying to track the I.P.,

but the poster's using
heavy-hitter encryption.

It could be weeks.

[SUNNY] Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Mm. I might have something faster.

Echoes. Falling back...

falling back.

Softer footfalls and...

- [WHOOSH]
- Ha! There we are.

Safe. [CHUCKLES]

How are you this good... already?

Ah, it's a skill.

Right, well, your turn. Eyes closed.

Ugh... okay.

[GAME BEGINS]

- [FOOTFALLS SPLASHING]
- [MATT LAUGHS]

I can feel you cheating!

No, that's... I'm not
cheating. That's not fair!

You're gonna make me fall into th...

- [SPLASHING]
- [LIFE-FORCE DRAINS]

- ... swamp.
- Game... over!

Yeah.

You're gonna make me
fall into the swamp.

- Mm-hmm!
- [PHONE RINGS]

Uh, give me a sec.

- Hey, Tess.
- Hey. I need a favour.

Can you track an I.P.
for "Lycanthrope271"?

[KNOCKS]

- One sec.
- Tess.

I just found our stalker.

His real name is Shane Calvert.

They're bringing him in now.

You want to work him with me?

Thanks,

but you did the legwork,
you take it home.

Nice job.

Thanks, Tess.

You too.

Hey, Matt? Can you track
his I.P. just to confirm... ?

The name is Shane Calvert.

Shane Calvert.

I spoke to an old high school friend

of Melinda Lamb's,

and she said that you used
to go to Melinda's recitals...

hmm?

And then send her creepy drawings

of ballerinas getting
dismembered by werewolves.

Lotta blood, lotta gore...

That's... wait, hold on...

She thinks you followed
them home one night,

after they met for drinks,

although she couldn't
see your face in the dark,

but she said Melinda
seemed used to it...

like it happened a lot.

I never followed Melinda home.

But you did send her
creepy m*rder drawings?

Not to mention harassing her online?

She also said Melinda kept complaining

about things going missing...

her keycard, her slippers...

No! Th-That's...

Yes...

I slid into Melinda's DMs,

but that was, like, three years ago.

You did a little more than that, Shane.

Social media is forever.

Okay, so I popped off
a few nasty comments

when she rejected me,

but I stopped after a couple weeks.

You've made over 1,000
postings to Melinda Lamb.

[WHAM]

What are you talking about?

You are "Lycanthrope271," correct?

I haven't used that handle
in, like, three years.

Well, this says you
used it two months ago.

What?

Wait...

is somebody trying to
steal my screenplay idea?

Screenplay?

Yeah, it's, um... Blood
on the Dance Floor.

It's American Werewolf in London

meets Black Swan... it's
gonna be, like, k*ller!

You wanna read it?

Where were you last
night at 10 p.m., Shane?

I was in Atlanta for "Monsterama"...

check my passport.

Why don't I bring it in when
I bring in the screenplay?

Huh? How 'bout that?

[♪♪♪]

Dude, you're gonna love it. I promise!

[DOOR SLAMS]

It think it was really generous of you

to let Leo take it solo,

even if it was a dead-end.

Well, Leo's a good cop, he deserved it.

There's nothing more satisfying
than taking down the bad guy.

You can say that again.

Man, I thought we had him, I wanted it.

You know, I love

that it's still a competition for you.

We're gonna get our guy.

[PHONE CONCIERGE BEEPS]

Call from Matt Alleyne.

Sunny, let me call you back.

Hey, I'm just on my way home.

You may as well head back to work.

Pulled that trace that you wanted,

for Lycanthrope271.

First 11 came from Shane Calvert...

the thousands after that?

Sadie Lamb.

Melinda's sister.

So, how did you take over
Shane Calvert's online identity?

Sadie's avoiding your eyes.

[SADIE] It was surprisingly easy.

I sent him a phishing
email to access his account.

I'm not proud of what I did,
but I wasn't in a good place.

Sadie, talk to me about Melinda.

What was going on between you two?

When she was little, I was her hero.

I was the big sister, you
know? The star ballerina.

But Melinda also saw Mom push me so hard

I would cry myself to sleep.

She saw me get cynical, but...

I don't know, we were
still pretty good until...

[SUNNY] She's stopping.

Until the accident?

It was two days before
the Prix de Lausanne.

Mom had gotten more
and more controlling.

One of my friends had a birthday,

but she wouldn't let me go.

She said that something bad would happen

if I did,

so Melinda made me promise to stay home.

And you didn't?

I snuck out. I took my bike.

It had just rained...

and I lost control on
the way down a hill,

and I woke up with a broken femur

and my ballet career behind me.

How did Melinda handle it?

Not great... but, with my career over,

I watched her get sucked into Mom's web

and throw herself into
dance, just like I did...

until I became an afterthought.

Turns out she was
better than I ever was.

So, you used somebody else's identity

to tear her down?

[♪♪♪]

Like I said, I was angry...

but I swear, I didn't k*ll her.

Sadie, you sent over a thousand posts.

Any prosecutor could argue

that you had motive for both murders.

I was nowhere near
the academy that night.

I haven't gone back since the accident.

So where were you?

Where I am every night...
at home, reading a book.

[TESS] Can anyone back that up?

She's shaking her head no.

Don't leave town. We'll be in touch.

I think she's held
something back from us

every time we've talked to her, and...

she's doing it again now.

She's wearing her
pointe shoes too tight.

[LAUGHS] Okay, how do you know that?

Know what?

Pointe shoes.

Why don't you just
say "ballet slippers"?

Because that's what they're called...

they're called pointe shoes.

And before, it's like this stuff
just rolls out of your mouth.

If you haven't noticed,
I'm pretty good at my job.

- Oh, yeah?
- It's called research.

- Hmm.
- Oh, and speaking of which...

I was listening to the transcripts

of your first interview.

That stuff about her
mother being a hyacinth

and her sister being a violet...

rang false to me.

It's textbook projection.

She's putting out an image

she wants to reflect back on herself,

hoping we fall for
that feminine archetype,

but we all know the truth, don't we?

Violets do k*ll.

[TEXT ALERT CHIMES]

We just got a break.

Someone walking his dog
in Sadie's neighbourhood

the night of the murders

saw Sadie Lamb burying
something in her backyard.

And are we bringing this someone in?

They used our anonymous tip line,

but it's enough to get a warrant.

We'll have officers
banging on Sadie's door

by the end of day.

[♪♪♪]

[SUNNY] Oh, my God.

No, it's just my imagination.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, my God.

Who are you?

Come on. Come on, come on.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, God. Who is that?

I can't, I can't.

[BENNETT] The anonymous tip was legit.

The seizure at Sadie's

turned up a key card
to the dance academy

wrapped in a bloody rag
buried in the backyard.

The rag's on its way to forensics.

Card's been confirmed as Melinda's.

Explains how she got inside.

So Sadie lifts Melinda's key card,

and then Melinda gets in with Mom's?

Gives a plausible path to our k*ller.

Yeah, but she said she was
on good terms with Melinda.

Let's get some statements,
see if that holds water.

Rustle up a few of Melinda's peers

for their take on the sister.

If Sadie's our k*ller, I
want our ducks in a row.

[TESS] Yeah. I'll talk to the boyfriend.

She's lying.

Yeah, Melinda hadn't
seen her sister in years.

And you know this for a fact?

She specifically mentioned
it during our last call.

How... normally, a girl

would turn to her
sister during a breakup,

but they weren't speaking.

I never saw Sadie as a k*ller.

You know, if anything,
I felt sorry for her.

You know, her career
being cut short like that?

Yeah. Right. Just like Pavlo.

Who?

The dancer from Ukraine?

[CHUCKLES, CONFUSED]

The... guy with the two Corgis.

He had to send them away
when he got sent to the front?

Right. Yeah. Yeah, the dog guy.

Sorry, I'm bad with names.

No, of course.

I-it's been a long couple of days.

We really appreciate you coming down.

We understand how difficult
this must be for you.

You know what? Do you mind
sticking around a little bit longer?

We...

We could use your brain
to help us nail Sadie.

Okay.

Pavlo didn't have any
dogs. I made that up.

Miles did not see that documentary,

or if he did, he didn't
see the whole thing.

Maybe he was getting popcorn.

For 30 minutes?

If he was trying to
understand the girl he loved,

why would he skip an entire act?

So what, you think he
slipped out the back,

wedged the door, ran to the academy,

m*rder*d two people, and
ran back, in 30 minutes?

It's a possibility.

If we're taking this for a walk,

we're saying this guy's one
calculated piece of work.

He played that crime
scene like a maestro.

Okay, which means we need to be smarter.

Okay, he knew to sh**t
his girlfriend first,

he knew to catch her
by surprise, up close,

to make the spatter play for suicide.

He knew how to play
the anonymous tip line

to lead us to the
evidence that he planted.

Well, looks like we'll be
pulling some overtime tonight.

Any objections?

- No.
- All right.

Tess, keep that kid
talking as long as you can.

Let's nail this b*stard.

[TESS] Yeah.

***

Yeah, you do,

but I had fun,

and I hope Tess appreciates it

when you surprise her with the game.

You should come.

Really?

Uh, I was sensing a
romantic play at hand.

Well, you're right about the play,

just wrong about the person.

I see.

Mm-hmm? [CHUCKLES]

You don't have a thing
for blind girls, do you?

- Is that a thing?
- Yeah! I just don't want

to waste my time with somebody
emotionally unavailable.

Trust me.

Me and Tess, we had our shot.

We're just friends.

Okay.

[KEYS CLACK]

[♪♪♪]

[LEO] That's right.

Well, I don't care how late it is.

I need every CCTV shot

from Balfour to 26th, on the 19th,



[WHEEZING INTENSELY]

"Just takin' it for a walk."

Sorry 'bout that.
Issues with another case.

Is your coffee okay?

He's nodding. Looks bored.

He doesn't know we're onto him.

We're almost done here.

So... in the two years

that you and Melinda were together,

how often did she mention her sister?

Not often.

And... you asked me that already.

[SUNNY] Or maybe he does.

Okay, between you and me,

the person we think
is responsible for this

has proven to be extremely clever.

They have thought through
every angle of this crime,

from their alibi

to every detail of the crime scene...

[KNOCKING]

Hey! Sorry I'm late.

[DOOR SHUTS]

I just did a run

from the Westmount Theatre
to the dance academy and back,

adding on the time it took

to access the rehearsal
area through the roof.

And what did you discover, Owen?

Oh, you know, I discovered
that it took 29 minutes,

which is two minutes
less than the third act

of a very compelling ballet
documentary we all watched.

[SCOFFS]

Is this a joke?

Does it look like we're joking?

The corner of Davie and Seymour.

Caught by CCTV at 10:31 p.m.,

barely 20 minutes after
a g*n took the lives

of Brigit and Melinda Lamb.

Hoo... looks an awful lot
like you, doesn't it, Miles?

Well, hang on. That's strange,

because you were
watching the documentary

at the same time.

[OWEN] We also texted
your photo to a witness,

who confirmed it was likely you

who followed Melinda home last month,

not her so-called stalker.

Apparently, things
were rocky for a while.

Mm! And Tech just sound-matched

the voice of our anonymous tipster...

to you,

when you used a burner phone
to pose as the neighbour.

You know how many times
I was there for Melinda?

How many hours I spent
hearing her sob on the phone?

What, I'm supposed to sit and take it

when her mom convinced her to dump me?

Ha!

Oh, I knew it.

That's what I thought.

That 96-minute phone call
wasn't you dumping Melinda.

It was the other way around.

You see...

Sadie might've been
estranged from her mom,

but she still knew her inner-circle...

and while you've been in here,

she was helping us get statements

to confirm the real reason

her mom and sister were m*rder*d.

Brigit Lamb was a deeply flawed mother,

but she had her moments.

Like when she convinced her daughter

to dump her manipulative,
psychotic boyfriend for good.

[SUNNY] He's looking right at you.

I'm not gonna lie,
Tess. It's pretty creepy.

They got what they deserved.

No, they didn't.

But you will.

You're under arrest for the murders

of Brigit and Melinda Lamb.

New guy earned that
flat white after all.

New guy did.

Love my job.

[♪♪♪]

[TESS] You know, I gotta be honest...

I can't say I was excited
to partner with you again,

but we did okay.

Since we're doing
confessions, here's mine...

I took ballet.

[LAUGHS] Yeah, that's a good one.

[SUNNY] Uh, Tess...

Oh. You're serious?

Mm-hmm. Three years, classical.

Quit when I was 12, and moved to Modern.

But no cop has ever seen
it and no cop ever will.

Well, technically, I can't see.

And technically, you're not a cop.

My point is...

it's late,

and I know you wanna
dance in front of a cop.

- Uh-uh.
- So, bust a move in front of me,

you scratch that itch, and
it's like nobody ever saw it.

You're good.

But not a chance.

[TESS CHUCKLES]

Oh... Tess.

Tess, he's good.

He's, like, really freaking good!

You want me to describe it to you?

No.

I can feel it.

So this whole time

the intruder you were
looking for was you?

[SUNNY] Yeah! And the craziest thing

is that my sleep-walking
self left the apartment.

[LAUGHS] Well, I bet
you didn't get too far.

Tess, are you even curious where I went?

Because I am!

[SIGHS] I'm sorry.

I'm just not myself.

I just feel like I am losing my mind.

I was distracted during the entire case.

Sunny, come on.

You really think it's
weird you start sleepwalking

right after you find Rigby's USB drive?

I mean, you've had a lot on your mind.

And, look...

I hope you realize Miles
would still be walking around

if we hadn't watched
that documentary together.

[NOTIFICATION CHIMES]

Tess...

I just got an email from the FBI.

Okay. What did it say?

They're arresting
Rigby's research partner.

He confessed to planning the hit.

He wanted to steal Rigby's research.

Wow!

I mean...

are you okay?

[EXHALES]

Yeah, I guess so.

You don't sound too happy.

Hey, maybe at least
you'll stop sleepwalking.

I still saw Rigby die,

and I still ran away from my life,

and I'm still so stuck, Tess,

I'm so stuck in this apartment.

Sunny, we're all a little stuck, Sunny.

It's about baby steps.

One foot in front of the other.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[CREATURE GROWLS]

[GAME BATTLE WAGES]

Sweet!

Matt, this is amazing!

I can hear everything!

Did you see that?

- No, I can't see that, I'm blind.
- Oh, yeah! That's right, that's right.

Yeah!

- [CHEERING]
- In your face.

I told you.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[SUNNY] Where am I going?

♪ There something in the shadows ♪

[♪♪♪]

♪ Cuts you like an arrow ♪

[♪♪♪]

♪ There's fire in your blood ♪

♪ Hanging from that hope ♪

♪ But everybody knows ♪

♪ There something in the shadows ♪