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He's your partner!

Ex-partner.

You're the bravest person
I've ever known.

Tess, I'm taking the transfer
to Undercover.

No contact with anyone
outside the unit.

Sunny.

Let's talk about
your agoraphobia,

let's talk about your PTSD,

or at why you don't want
to talk about it.

When I logged in
on your computer,

you stole my password.

How could you do that?

Kye!
Don't walk away from me!

Craig and I
are getting married.

You're supposed
to congratulate me.

Look, Lucas, you and I...

we were built
to hurt people, okay?

We learned from the best.

You just have to be

a better judge of character
in the future.

You were right
about my brother.

Well, cheers to that.

Tess! I messed up!
I'm in trouble!

Lucas?

I lost everything!

It's over.

What's so French
about French toast, anyway?

It's just bread and eggs.

You get to add maple syrup.

So it's French-Canadian toast?

Just have another mimosa.

You'll get the hang of it.

You know,
I wasn't going to say anything

about your stupid shirt
or your stupid necklace.

- Oh?
- But there you go.

I'll talk to you later.

What's up?

He's mad.

- Everyone?
- Look--

...Here is something

that might resemble
French toast.

♪ ♪ My sister ♪

♪ Made bruh-unch! ♪

Oh, girl, what'd you do?
Ransack a henhouse?

Ha, ha.

This looks delicious, Tess.

This is a serious
level-up, Tess.

You invited people
into your home,

you fed them--

it's like you're trying
to create community.

There you go!

I can plate
my own breakfast, Lucas.

I'm just trying to help.

We all know
how well that can turn out.

Trouble in paradise?

Oh!

Thank you.
Cheers!

To the happy couple.

So happy.

Whoo!

♪ There's something
in the shadows ♪

Is everything okay
with you and Lucas?

Don't worry.

I'm not gonna
cancel the wedding,

but your brother
can't be trusted.

Craig, you know...

he's really
disappointed in himself.

Yeah, well,
that makes two of us.

This really was
a nice brunch, Tess.

Call from Leo.

- Hey.
- Tess.

When you were a baby cop,

did you do that module
on plastic guns

at the Academy?

I did.

Okay, true confessions--

at that time,
I was deep in

a situationship
I do not regret to this day.

As a result,

I don't remember the module...
much.

Leo. Has there been a shooting?

Uh-huh.

Victim is Angela Devine.

44.

Shot three times.

She was on the move...

...and I'm not saying that

just because she's wearing
$600 trail shoes.

F.I.S. dug out
two splintered plastic bullets

at the scene.

They're 0.9-millimetres,

which means
any number of firearms

could've been used.

So, it doesn't
necessarily mean--

- But it could!
- Maybe.

All right. Uh...

talk to me
about the crime scene.

It's a wooded area.

Remote.

Bit of a runner's trail
weaving through the trees.

F.I.S. found the bullets
north of,

and 20 feet from,
the body.

Okay. Imagine a line drawn
through the victim's body

perpendicular to the bullets.

All right.

Now, on the side
opposite the F.I.S. team,

create four
pie-shaped segments

that add up to 180 degrees.

Which quadrant
has the most cover?

Third quadrant.

There's a big tree,

lots of foliage for cover.

Check it out.

Look at you--
doing math and geometry.

Helps when you like pie.

Way too many trans fats.

I don't see anything.

Don't look.

Touch.

Feel.

So this is it, huh?

Chapter one in Tess Avery's
crime-solving manual?

Don't expect anything.
Go slowly.

There's something
on the leaves.

Tiny filaments.
Spatter bumps.

What colour are they?

Blue.

Like the bullets.

That kind of residue
only comes from a gun.

Yeah, it's not
a "maybe" anymore.

Pew.

Untraceable
and fully functioning.

The killer used a ghost gun.

Angela Devine was killed

by an untraceable
3D-printed plastic gun.

She is the first victim
to be killed by a ghost gun

in this city, ever.

It's usually gangs
that traffic in ghost guns.

Yeah, gangs would be better

than "citizen with a grudge
and a 3D printer."

Mia famiglia!

I have just returned
from the '80s,

where finance bros
are still a thing,

even if you're a sis,

and our victim
was the bro-iest.

She was married to her work,

drove an Arancio Borealis
Lamborghini,

and was christened
"King of the Jag-offs"00

also still a word,

although now
it's gender-neutral.

So she was well-liked?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Demanding, humorless,
aggressive...

and she led all her team
to million-dollar bonuses,

so, yeah, there were real tears
there today.

Long live the King.

"Explain to Rigby's wife

about our affair."

No. That's a big one.

"Reach out to Mother."

Gargantuan.

"Apologize to Kye."

Yeah.

Yes! I can do that, right now.

"Hey, Kye!

It's me, the recluse from 93.

It's been a minute."

"Hey there."

It's Sunny...

in case you deleted me,

which I can't blame you for."

"I would really...

...like to try to connect."

"Of course,
take your time."

Come on, Kye.

Don't make me talk to my mom.

God, Angie...

I can't believe it.

Should've lived forever.

You were on
a ferry this morning?

Oh, ferry ran late.

I spent three hours
in the parking lot--

two on the boat.

Un... believable. Unbelievable!

See, this is why
I come in on Sunday mornings.

Rolling in late on a Monday
is not a good look.

So Ms. Devine's not someone
you want to disappoint?

The "Werewolf of Wall Street"?

You sure as hell don't.
She'll rip your throat out.

But everyone
wants to work for her.

Nerves of steel,

which you need
when you're betting millions.

And making millions?

Yeah! Even in a bad year.

Nice suit.

Did she have it in for anyone?

We made money.

No one wants to turn that off--
especially in this economy.

Can I roll now?

Market never sleeps.

I'll walk you out.

Oh! Sorry.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm--

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thanks. Yeah.
It's... It's sad.

Mm.

See ya.

"See ya"?

You know, I know everyone
walks out of that room

with an elevated heart rate,

but that guy's pulse
was racing.

Oh? We'll check his alibi.

And the rest of the "bros".

Hey.

There was a shooting
in Strathcona--

a 42-year-old man.

He survived, but the surgeon

dug out a plastic bullet
for a souvenir.

Guess the lucky colour?

That's on the other side of town
from this morning's shooting.

And it was the second one
in less than 24 hours.

I can't remember,
does two make "a spree"?

- It's how a spree starts.
- Mm-hmm.

I saw nothing.

Which is the goal, right?

Whatever you can remember
and describe

would be useful, Mr. Maz.

Oh. Call me "Maz".

Just Maz.

You guys know
who I am, right?

"Shoe by Maz".

You know my work?

Uh, last shoe I name-checked
was, um...

that guy...

- with heels.
- Uh-huh.

Somebody cares.

Maz, did you hear anything,
or...

notice any movement
after you were shot?

Uh, I know the shot came from
the back of the property.

There's this gap
between the security door

and a utility pole.

You work in
a very competitive business.

A lot of people can get jealous.

Maybe shoot-you jealous?

Pfft. Those gutless hacks?

They ain't got the stones.
Or the ovaries.

Last week, I took out
another massive loan

to start my new line.

I am comfortable with risk.

Money isn't freedom--

art is.

Any impression at all
of the shooter?

I caught
a glimpse of his hand.

Looked white.

- "His"?
- You're right.

Could've been a woman.

In which case, uh,

girlfriend could use
some ♪ sun... ♪

So, Maz is sitting
in his backyard,

bullet hits him
in his left shoulder,

and as he's going down,

he sees the shooter's finger
on the trigger.

So the shooter
was tucked behind the shed...

the gun was sticking out
around the corner,

which means
they are left-handed.

With Angie's killer
behind the big cedar,

that's a natural swing
for a left-hander.

Doesn't rule out
a right-handed shooter, guys.

But what we do know is,

the killer was low to the ground
when Angie came into view.

The shots all angled up, remember?

Right, but they angled down
for the shoe maestro,

which normally suggests
an experienced shooter,

except F.I.S. dug out
as many bullets from the trees

as were found in the victim.

Farley's alibi checked out.

CCTV from the parking lot
and the ferries.

Okay, so,
he's out as a shooter.

Where are we
on the 3D printer front?

Ah, we got uniforms
visiting public-use printers,

but everyone's got
a home printer these days.

Oh.

Hey. What's up?

So I dug up what I could

on Maz's business,

which is hard to do,
since he's a private company,

but he's re-financed
his business twice,

barely paid off the loans.

Talk about
being devoted to your art.

Sunny, they're shoes.

They are sculptures
that you wear.

Anyhow, he's basically broke,

which seems like
a badge of honour for him.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

All right, well,

Sunny just confirmed

Maz is as bad with money
as he's good with shoes.

Where do these vics connect?

Different financials,
different fields...

Different neighbourhoods.

Very different backgrounds.

Yeah, Angie's rich,

and Maz is still drinking
in dive bars on East Hastings.

Angie's dead
and Maz is alive.

Do we really have nothing?

They're called ghost guns
for a reason.

Oh, my God!
I want all those shoes.

How long
have you worked here,

Robbie?

Uh, two years, four months...

12 days.

That's very specific.

Thank you.

What kind of a boss is Maz?

He's a visionary.

There's nobody better.

I quit a top internship

at ArcBlade Financial
to work here.

You know, every day,
I know how lucky I am

to have been given
this opportunity.

People would kill for--

sorry.

Kill for the job?

Yes. In which case,
they should shoot me, not him.

He is a big personality,

but he shows an interest,
you know?

I mean, this place
is basically grad school,

but for shoe design,

even if it's
a little bit old-fashioned.

How's that?

If he modernized,

he'd see his market share
increase by 400%, easy.

Robbie's reacting to Chloe...

she looks worried.

Is Chloe right?

Could the business do better
if it modernized?

I'll tell you
what Maz would say--

"every shoe must be shaped,

and no machine can do that."

Come on, Robbie!

If Maz went public,
he would make a fortune.

If Maz went public,
he wouldn't be in control--

not that he's in control
of his finances--

I mean, look at this place.

Can you tell us
where you were yesterday,

between six and eight p.m.?

Uh, yes.

I was actually
at my dragon boat club

end-of-season party.

My team took second.

I have to check.

It was 18 hours ago.

Hmm!

Chloe's left-hand dominant.

Oh, you were going
to your mom's for dinner.

Yeah, I was supposed to,
but, basically...

I crashed really early

and...

My roommate probably saw me.

You know, Chloe's
the only person we met, so far,

where art
and finance cross paths.

So she's planning a takeover?

Well, it sounds dumb
when you say it like that,

but...

it could connect the killings--

possibly.

Hey. It's Owen--
Sorry.

So all the finance bros
who worshipped Angie

have been alibied--
as is her family,

scattered and otherwise,

that includes...

Angie's...

ex-husband,
who mentioned...

that she was not
a big fan of Farley.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

How "not big"?

Management confirmed there was
a restructuring coming.

Farley was
on the chopping block.

That's sort of irrelevant,

given his alibi.

Yeah, but that's
one hell of a motivator.

Mm-hmm.

You know, the only place
where it might come together

is your girl
from Maz's workshop-- Chloe.

All the other employees,

their alibis check out.

Chloe's the only one with
her foot in both worlds, though.

She doesn't have an alibi
for either shooting.

She's barely worked there
long enough to hate her boss.

She is left-handed, though,

which is all we know
about Maz's shooter so far.

Right.

- Oh.
- In the photos

from Chloe's desk,

there was
a MakersMarket card...

which is...

"a membership-based club
for creative creation".

That's a whole lot
of redundant.

Yeah. Hey!

Yeah?

My guide says Chloe was
part of a "digital creation"

membership club.

Digital creation,
meaning 3D printers?

- Top of the line.
- Yeah .

I guess

I'm going back to the workshop.

I'll talk to my guy
about the printer records.

You have "a guy"?

Maybe you should get one, Owen.

All right.

Six steps
straight ahead.

Oh, Robbie's seated
to your right.

You're closing early?

Mm.

Well, Maz decreed an early close
out of respect for himself,

so I lit a candle
and kept working.

You said working here
is a great opportunity

for young designers?

Yeah. I mean,
the hours are long,

and he expects a lot--

Tess!

The heels on Chloe's desk!

Do you know
where Chloe is

right now?

That's one of Chloe's.

Isn't it beautiful?

It's like the Eiffel Tower.

These ridges...

I understand that's typical
with 3D printing?

Yeah. It's just a little
nothing-hobby of Chloe's.

She knows
Maz would never go for them.

He's all about
artisanal craftsmanship.

Is there a printer here?

No. He would never...

You calling about
the printer records?

Wish I wasn't.

You remember clubbing?

Live shows?

Or that time
that you forced me

to cycle to Squamish
and back?

Ha! Oh, man.

That feels like
a hundred years ago.

And I didn't "force" you.

Yeah, you totally forced me.

Listen,
we'll do it again, okay?

- I promise.
- Mm-hmm.

So... any luck with the--?

The MakersMarket 3D printer
specs? Yeah.

Found Chloe's account.

So do you wanna hear
about all the 3D shoe heels

that she pushed
through that printer?

Damn it.

Maybe I'll just skip ahead

to the gun she printed--

along with
a couple dozen bullets.

an untraceable weapon...

and then our potential shooter
falls apart in the post-game?

Chloe printed the gun.
She has no alibi.

We haven't found the gun.

Nor have we seen her
on CCTV.

And she has no motive.

Yeah. A few hours
in an actual cell,

she'll find one.

Or...

Or they're separate incidents?

These bullets look like
they came from the same batch.

They can't be unconnected.

Can they?

"So I realized

that the hardest thing
that I learned

the first year

that I left

was that I didn't have
to listen to you anymore..."

"...because you weren't
really there, Mother,

even though
you were still in my head."

Harsh.

But not untrue.

Hi, it's Kye.
Leave a message.

Hi!

Uh... so I realize

that texting is cowardly...

but I wanted to say thank you

and I didn't know
how else to do it

that was sort of in-person.

Because of you,

I'm working with a therapist
and she's helping.

And I'm so sorry...

that I took advantage
and that I lied.

And Kye, no matter what...

I will never do that again.

We don't have it... yet.

So we keep telling it
till we do.

Let's start again.

Chloe shoots Maz...

Chloe's working
at a financial firm.

She jumps into
the shoe business.

Her main concern is

how Maz could mechanize
and make more money.

But her heels
were beautiful.

She's the real deal.

Chloe shows up
at Angie's firm,

says she's got
a takeover target.

Yeah. Angie buys in.

The two women
talk to Maz about it.

Maz agrees at first--

they start spending real money
on due diligence,

which illuminates
Maz's shaky financial past

and kills the deal.

And in a fit of rage,
Chloe shoots them both.

I'd listen to that podcast.

Yeah.

Yeah, but we gotta find
a direct connection.

Uh...

okay, Sunny--

can you go online again?

Can you dig around
for any gossip

on how
Maz treats his employees--

especially the women?

I did. He's squeaky-clean.
Not a whisper anywhere.

Not... a whisper...

which is weird.

Chloe shoots Maz,

and then shares
her homemade gun

with someone
who would want to kill Angie.

What if...

Pretty sure
Reddit has a, uh, subthread

on shared murder weapons.

Chloe meets someone
who hates Angie

at... church?

Synchronized swimming.

Competitive chess!

Hey, Tess?
I'm gonna send you a picture.

Oh. Hey, Leo?

Can you take a look at this?
It's from my guide.

What, she's doing a little
backseat detecting?

Okay, she's got a crimeboard.

She's got a string
crossing from Chloe to Angie--

killer to victim?

She's got
Chloe shooting Angie?

There's a second string
leading from "Unknown Shooter"

to Maz.

The strings are crossing.
Yeah, they cross.

Mm. Criss-cross...

It's a Hitchcock movie!

What-- what's the one--
uh...

Uh, the Strangers on a Train!

Strangers on a Train!

In the movie,
two unhappy strangers meet.

They get to talking about
who they'd like to see dead--

they swap murders!

Right. Right!
I remember it.

And neither killer
has a connection

to the potential victim.

And each guy has
a perfect alibi

for their own target's
time of death.

Criss-cross...
criss-cross.

Hey, you guys know who had

a perfect alibi for the morning
of Angie's murder?

Say it.

I have an alibi,
so why am I here?

I know. It's hard to believe
it was just the other day, huh?

Mm. A few of us went out for
a little mini-wake that night.

Oh, we know.
Your co-workers told us.

You don't think
someone at the firm did this?

I thought you financial guys
were "killers".

We are
emotionally-stunted men--

and women.

So, the wake started at 6:00.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

But you didn't show up
till 7:33.

Whoa, 7:33, huh?

Huh!

Hey... Tess?

Hey, Owen!

Was that the sound of a pen
being caught by a left hand?

It sure was. Wow!

Hey, Farley.

Where were you before the wake?

At home.

Is that near your home?

Yeah.
Not-- not too far.

Uh...

I was out for a little walk.

Maple and 22nd?

That's... that's quite a ways
from your place.

Not too far from Maz's house.

Is that a gun in your pocket?

I had nothing to do
with Angie's death, okay?

But someone shot Angie,
and we think it was for you,

and these photos...

make it look like
you were returning a favour.

I guess you failed
your assignment, Farley.

Any worries that your partner
might be coming after you?

Or does this
all land on you?

Who asked you to shoot Maz?

Who shot Angie for you?

Who is your partner?

I don't know him!

We've never met.

You don't scare me, Mother!

Criss-cross...

for the win!

♪ And everybody
goes like... ♪

♪ Wow! ♪

"And..."

"...I know that the separation
was good for me."

"And I wish you every happiness,
Mother."

Just send it...

Just send it.

Just...

Oh, God. What did I do?

I talked to my lawyer.
I don't have to say anything.

Hope you don't mind if we do?

Yeah, we want to just
make sure your lawyer

explained your culpability
in Angie's murder.

Maybe you didn't
pull the trigger,

but you did plan it.

This is where you hope
we're good at our jobs.

Because if we don't
find your partner...

You're not just an accessory--
you're also responsible.

I'm not scared of you guys.

Start crunching
those numbers, Farley,

'cause they start
at five-to-ten,

and they go
all the way to life.

I already told you--
I don't know him.

Yet, somehow, you met.
Agreed to a conspiracy.

We met online.

In a game.

Hang tight.

So they plotted a murder
inside a game?

It's guaranteed anonymity.

Farley referred
to his partner as "he".

And Farley knows more
about his co-conspirator

than his pronouns--
guaranteed.

Level up, anyone?

"Bones of Dogs"
is my go-to game.

It's violent,
it's nihilistic,

it's the best way I know
how blow off steam.

I met "Berstarkers"
during a stakeout.

Amazing player!

We talked.

And then...

we talked.

I had... work pressure.

He had personal trouble.

Such as?

He--
He said that that shoe guy, Maz,

came on pretty strong
to his wife--

like... assaulted her.

She'd quit her job

and she was too afraid
to go out,

and she wasn't
getting any better.

You covered all of this
in an online game?

Yeah, there's a lot of
lying in wait.

- You get deep.
- Ahem.

So, you-you kept talking
to Berstarkers?

Yeah.

I told him
that Angie had it in for me.

I knew
that there were cuts coming.

I didn't see a better job
in my future.

I mean, it's impossible to be
a "Young Turk" at 35, you know?

I was scared.

Did Berstarkers know it?

Yeah, it might've come up.

So...

uh, one night,
another stakeout...

...he asks me
if I've seen this movie,

Strangers on a Train.

I read the synopsis.
I got it.

Swap murders.
Perfect alibis.

It was fun to talk about.

I kind of liked the idea
of helping out his wife.

And this entire time,
you two stayed strangers?

I mean, I might not have
known the guy's name, but...

I felt really close to the guy.

For real.

Then, he says
he's got an untraceable gun...

...and that
he'll take out Angie for me,

and then
he'll pass the gun to me...

and I'll do the same
for him.

And I'm, like,
"Sure. It's a nice fantasy."

But you just thought
it was-- it was talk,

it wasn't really gonna happen?

Except, I'm on the ferry,
and my phone blows up,

and Angie's dead,

and the police want to see me,

and all I can think about
is, "I'm...

I'm supposed to... kill Maz."

I know the time,
the place...

At this point,
I'm-- I'm scared of Berstarkers.

So I do it.

I go to the place,

and the shoe guy's
sitting there,

meditating--

And then you shoot him?

No, but I missed!

I mean, I hit him a little bit,
but I was trying to miss.

I couldn't kill a person!
I-I couldn't.

Where's the gun now?

He told me to dump it in a bin
behind a strip mall on Fraser.

I'm scared
he's gonna come after me.

I'll hit the strip mall,
see if the gun is still there.

Okay. I'll work
Maz's employee files,

see if I can find the wife
or girlfriend who was assaulted.

You know, it's so specific,
it's so personal--

telling somebody
your wife was assaulted.

I met my second wife
in an online game.

It's amazing,
the things you talk about.

So...
Sunny checked all the socials,

and nothing came up

about Maz being anything other
than a design genius.

Nothing negative at all?

A bad-boy shoe designer
in the fashion world,

yet, somehow,
he's led a blameless existence?

I hear
what that sounds like now.

Sorry.
I'll dig up some more.

Thanks, Sunny.

Hey, how'd your homework go?

Well, I haven't really
heard from Kye,

and, um...

I...

I sent my mother a letter!

Wow. That's the first time
in years, isn't it?

Yeah. I don't think
she's gonna respond.

I mean, I was more direct
than I've ever been.

Are you gonna tell me
what was in it?

Of course.

You know, out of
all the couples at brunch,

I think
we might be the strongest.

In each other's heads...

anticipating
one another's needs.

Yeah, ready
to turn each other off

with the push of a button--
it's perfect.

That part needs work.

So where are you headed?

We are headed
to Matt's office,

to play a video game
called "Bones of Dogs".

It's the game where
Farley met his partner in crime.

He doesn't know
Berstarkers's real identity,

but other players might.

Farley gave us the green light
to use his avatar.

So you're looking for
a murderer inside a video game?

If it gets out
the police couldn't solve this,

who's gonna print
the next ghost gun?

God, Tess.

The world seems like
such a scary place sometimes.

Yeah.

It's Kye.

Go. I'll check in later.

This is Farley's
character's voice.

Try it.

Ahem.

Worship me
as your lord and master.

And I was thinking
you lost your edge.

Come on, dude. Never.

All right.

I'm gonna operate the avatar.

You just question the players.
You ready?

Yeah, let's do it.

Okay.

W-W-Wait.
What's my character name?

B-S-D, dollar sign,
dollar sign, dollar sign.

Of course it is.

We're in.

Susan Gill...

spokes-thingy...

let's find out who you are.

What exactly did you
"clean up"?

Greetings.

Are you storming the castle
or destroying the bridge?

Bridge.
Have you seen Berstarkers?

Dude, you should
be there already--

and Berstarkers's over there.

Tell him we could use him
at the castle.

- He's here.
- I'm recording.

That's our killer.

Where have you been?

I left the gun
where you told me to.

Let's walk.

So you're that bad a shot?

The man was sitting down.

Motionless.

I tried.
I did. I can try again.

This has fallen off the rails.

Yeah, man. I'm gutted.

How's your wife doing?

She's... very determined.

"Determined."

"Oh, honey, take it easy."

"Robbie-bear, you're so cute
when you're drunk."

"That party was NSFW."

Oh, God. Robbie.

I kept my part of the deal.

You have to try again.

I want you to do
what you said you would.

Yeah, I can take
another shot at him.

Tell me where to meet you
for the gun.

Meet outside the game?

No.

One trap was enough.

I was not expecting that.

Yeah.

Sunny?

Hey, Tess. Listen.

There's no dirt on Maz

because he pays someone
to scrub him clean--

and he needs to,

because he abuses
the women who work for him.

Keep going.

Well, I put the pieces
of the story together,

and one post leads to another
which leads to another,

and, then, suddenly,
you see it all.

I found

pictures

that seem to add up

to Robbie
being assaulted by Maz.

For years.

"One trap was enough."

Robbie's dream job
became her trap.

And it's why
she said nothing...

until she broke.

It wasn't in the bin,
which was still full of trash.

Looks like
someone retrieved it.

Thanks.

So Farley's online partner was
a woman pretending to be a bro

so that she could
enlist another bro.

Three more steps.

- What more do you want?
- Tess--

I'm running out of patience!

Oh, my God.
There's blood on the floor.

Okay. 1:00.

11 steps and then
you'll be where they are.

But, Tess, wait.

Wait for back-up.

I wish
I would've done this

years ago--
when you started.

Robbie's pointing a gun at Maz.

He's on the floor.

There's--
there's bruising on his face.

- She's a cop!
- The gun's on you.

Robbie, I'm here to help you.

I don't want to shoot you.

Then don't shoot me--

or him.

- The bitch is out of control!
- Shut up!

She's pointing the gun on Maz.

He's five steps away--

10:00.

Let's all take a breath.

There are police on their way.

Put the gun down, Robbie.

I don't want things
to get worse for you.

Worse?

"Worse" was

a long time ago.

"Worse" was

when he started tearing me down,
piece by piece.

I was teaching you!

You were grooming me!

He was nice in the beginning.

I felt like I was finally
where I was supposed to be...

and then he started
tearing me down--

telling me
how terrible I was.

I was afraid
I would lose everything...

and that's when
he said he could help me.

He could shape me.

And that's when he started
sexually abusing you?

She's lying. What I did
was give her this career,

and this is

how she repays me!

- My hand!
- She shot him.

She's still pointing
the gun at Maz.

I think she's gonna kill him.

You wanted to protect Chloe.

But then you used
her club membership

to print the gun,

and she became a suspect.

Yes, but that's not
what I wanted.

She didn't do it,
and now you know that,

so, um...

she can have her life back.

Robbie, I want you
to tell your story

in court...

when Maz is on trial
for sexual misconduct.

That'll work.

What, he'll get a year...

and then he'll walk...

then he won't stop.

Her hand's shaking.

I don't think
she wants to do this.

Tess...

he's 15 feet away--

directly in front of you.

Tess! No!

Get out of the way.
Get out of the way!

Robbie...

I know
what a tough year is like.

I'm pretty deep into mine.

Every day tears me down,

and all I have to fight back
is my own fear and self-doubt.

What happened to you?

I lost my sight.

So I know what
the worst thing feels like...

...but I'm still here.

I'm not letting it destroy me.

If you're blind,
then how...

I have a guide, a partner.

She's been through a lot, too.

Maybe I'm not
as strong as you.

You're still here, too...

so I'm guessing you are.

We will take him down together.

I will be right there with you
in the courtroom.

I killed that woman...

...a stranger.

I did that
to see him dead...

and all I ever wanted

was just to make
something beautiful.

I know.

I know. I know.

She just walked past
her partner.

And she doesn't even know it.

They're perfect.

Oh, great! Okay.

'Cause they looked like
your colours--

- Yeah.
- ...to me.

- I'll get a vase.
- Okay.

Oh, I ordered from
this new place on 71st.

They specialize in wild game,

and I hear that their venison
is fantastic.

Oh! Never had venison before.

Is that deer?

Bad news?

No news.

You can tell me.
It's okay.

I treasure you.

Oh.

Geez.

Um...

I-I'm a little overwhelmed.

I'm a little overwhelmed.
I guess I'm "whelmed".

I'm whelmed, too.

What kinda news
were you hoping for?

I... ahem.

I reached out to my mother,
and, um, she hasn't answered,

and I guess I just feel like
I took a step out in the world,

and it sure feels like
the world doesn't care.

Well, that can't feel great.

Oh, God.

I didn't want to do this!

I didn't want to do this--

I wanted to show you

my fun... new...
therapized self.

That's fine by me.

Yeah? What do you think?

Um, I think

that you should
put those flowers in a vase.

Is that all?

No.

We're gonna
turn this night around.

How much of this night?

All of it.

What about dinner?

- What?
- Dinner?

Oh, the door guy'll get it.

Oh.

Oh, boy.

This place is a dump,

and not even a fun one,
so thank you.

You're welcome.

I thought Lucas would be
more comfortable here.

It's the kind of place
my mom would have run.

Stop neggin' on Mom.

She preferred to drink at home

with... unsavory men.

I am so mad at you.

Of course,
and you're right--

I'm a screw-up
of epic proportions.

You know, sometimes, I can
enjoy your juvenile behaviour,

because
I can see the adult in you--

the man--

like this chrysalis
just begging to be cracked open.

He's so articulate.

- This isn't a joke!
- I'm not joking, okay?

It's part of the reason
why I love you.

I want to be as good for you
as-as you are for me.

I took a job at a call centre.

It's not gonna buy us
a wedding venue--

Wait. You got a job
at a call centre?

That is the most boring thing
you've ever done.

I'm just terrified for anybody
who picks up their phone.

I'm proud of you, Lu.

Ahem.

Hey, I'll settle up.

Whiskey, beer back.

"Killing a man"?

♪ 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 ♪