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It's not ideal,

but it's about liability.

10 years, I wore that badge.

- Nothing's changed. - With respect, Tess...

everything has changed.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

Detective Owen Cooper, from 14th.

Is it rude to offer you a handshake,

if you can't see my hand?

Am I sensing a romantic play at hand?

Mm-hmm.

25% of our tenants are therapists, so...

maybe you could call one.

Hi.

You see his face

when you pointed out that shell casing?

I mean, somebody had to!

And then you're like...

"Hey, we still catalogue all the evidence

at the crime scenes, right?"

Put your glasses on, dude!

Quit showin' off.

It's not the Indy 500.

Hey, you wanna get some chicken?

Chicken this late?

Yeah, chicken's for closers.

Suspected robbery in progress, 1176 Pinewood.

This is Pinewood. I'm already close.

You are a detective, remember?

A detective. Patrol can handle it.

- Homicide 7 responding. - Oh, my god.

Advise, I'm in plain clothes... one minute out.

Am I ordering you chicken, or not?

You're not joining me, partner?

- I'm 15 out. - 15?

I'm gonna have this wrapped up in a bow by then.

5'10! Dark cap, blue hoodie!

- Synced and corrected by naFraC - - www.addic7ed.com -

Three years back...

what do you remember about the Josh Baker case?

Everything.

Jake and I responded.

We'd wrapped a homicide nearby.

Uh, suspect bolted,

and a couple uniforms picked him up 20 minutes later,

based on my description, while I cleared the house.

- Anything else? - Baker had priors...

petty theft, drug charges.

His DNA was found at the scene.

He was trying to rob the place and the homeowners fought back.

The wife hid, husband was killed.

Attempted robbery, manslaughter, open and shut.

Not anymore. Tommy Linneman wants an appeal.

- Who? - Linneman?

That guy is an online diploma in a polyester suit.

Regardless, he's looking to overturn.

- On what grounds? - Fresh evidence motion.

Apparently, aspects of the original

police investigation are being called into question.

You're set to appear at the pre-hearing tomorrow.

The Judge'll decide if there is enough to move forward.

Sir, this is a joke.

Linneman has a hard-on for this department.

- He always has. - Prepare yourself anyway.

Detective Cooper transferred in from the 14th.

I've asked him to help out.

Prosecutor's snowed under until the hearing,

and Owen studied law before he joined the Force.

No! Sir, no. I don't need any help.

I remember every case I ever had,

and I can read a case file same as anybody else.

Mm, well, not exactly the same.

I just thought you could use an extra...

What, a "set of eyes"?

... pair of hands.

Hey! I brought croissants.

You don't have any gluten allergies, do you?

So, what, you're a lawyer now?

I was gonna be.

Uh, bar exam's pretty tough, though.

I don't do great on written tests.

I'm more of a tactile learner.

So you use an app to see, or... ?

Yeah. Something like that.

What, some little guy's watching a video, describing

all this to you, or...

- Or is it like a robot or A.I. or... - Okay, she is a person,

and her name is Sunny.

That's very cool.

Hey, Sunny!

Mm! Tell him "hi" back.

She doesn't socialize on the clock, okay?

I don't?

Can I ask you another question?

Not if it's about my eyes or how I do my job.

Got it. No small talk.

How 'bout this? This case is thin.

Baker was a client at the widow's haircutting business,

which accounts for the DNA.

He had some priors, sure... nothing violent.

Added to which, the widow can't make a clear I.D.

Usually takes a lot more to put someone away.

Baker was a known thief who I saw fleeing the scene.

He's behind bars 'cause he did it.

And I'm not saying he didn't,

but this lawyer's gonna try to poke every hole he can.

Bennett said you had some issues with him in the past.

Yeah. The whole force has.

Linneman hates cops and loves attention.

Oh. Why don't you walk me through the night of?

Officers arriving on the scene...

they saw Baker too, or was it just you?

- Hey, you know what? - What?

Your croissants are really stale,

and I need a coffee.

Okay, what?

I can feel your look through my earpiece.

Nothing. I'm just... here to serve.

Anything you want to talk about?

Oof, yeah. We gotta up our coffee game.

This tastes like a six-year-old made it.

Tess, the Baker case was with Jake,

and he's been undercover for a while.

It's okay to miss him.

There's my personal life,

and there's my job.

This is my job.

Right, and those two never cross over.

Speaking of...

you know, Owen's cute,

in a "golden retriever" kind of way.

So, is this a preemptive wall?

Cut off the cop-on-cop action before it starts?

I'm not doing that again.

And hey! I can't exactly tell

if he's cute, now, can I?

Look, if I'm defensive,

it's because I don't like make-work projects.

Innocent people don't run from murder scenes.

I mean, I did.

That's not what I meant.

Okay, I'm done for the day.

Let's just call it and regroup in the morning.

Sure.

Sunny?

I noticed we live in the same building,

but you requested an online session.

Do you want to talk about that?

It's no big deal.

I just don't... love going out.

You wrote "agoraphobia" on your intake form.

Did I? Huh...

What would you most like to talk about today, Sunny?

How subjective is visual memory?

Like, how often do we see what we want to see,

as opposed to what's really there?

Mr. Linneman? You can begin.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Okay, you got this, Tess.

Detective Avery...

Uh, sorry. "Ms. Avery".

What is your current role with the Metro Police Department?

I'm a consultant.

I work with Homicide and Major Crimes.

But 18 months ago, the night of Mr. Baker's arrest,

- you were a detective, is that correct? - It is.

Would you say you were a good cop?

What kind of question is that?

I'd say I was born for it.

And can you tell us what happened

during the call that led to Mr. Baker's arrest?

I responded first to the scene.

I saw Mr. Baker fleeing the house,

where I subsequently found Samuel Turner,

strangled and bludgeoned to death.

About 20 minutes later,

uniformed officers apprehended Mr. Baker

and placed him under arrest.

So, to clarify, Mr. Baker was apprehended

based on the description you gave

of the person you saw running from the house.

That's correct.

Could you describe that person for us?

Male, 5'10, medium build.

He was wearing a dark cap, dark pants, latex gloves,

and a blue hoodie.

Okay. I see we've read the same report.

But, you know, Emily Turner, the victim's widow,

couldn't positively identify Mr. Baker

as the man who broke into her home

and killed her husband,

even though he had been

a client in her home haircutting business.

In fact,

she says the person she saw was wearing a dark-green hoodie.

Mrs. Turner also said that she hid when Mr. Baker...

The person you believe was Mr. Baker.

Mrs. Turner ran and hid,

so she didn't see anything.

Well, she saw a dark-green hoodie.

Is there a point you're trying to circle, Mr. Linneman?

Yes, Your Honour. Yes. Yes, there is.

Ms. Avery,

you're clinically blind now, is that right?

I mean, that's why you're not a detective anymore?

Yes.

I...

gave up my badge voluntarily about a year ago.

What is the name of your condition?

Leber's Neuropathy.

"Leber's Hereditary Optic Neuropathy".

It's a degenerative loss of retinal cells, Your Honour.

So, when exactly did your vision start deteriorating?

Like I said,

I surrendered my badge...

That's not what I asked you.

When... did your vision start deteriorating?

A doctor diagnosed me shortly before...

Again, not what I asked.

That's when it got bad enough to call a doctor,

bad enough to quit the job

you claim you were "born for",

but when did your vision loss start?

I'm not sure.

You're "not sure".

I saw Mr. Baker flee the scene.

I know I did!

How?

If you're not even sure of when your vision loss started,

how can we be sure it was good enough

to correctly identify the man seen fleeing Ms. Turner's home

on the night in question?

Your Honour, this is eyewitness testimony

from a police detective who's losing her sight!

Are we really comfortable saying this is enough

to put, and keep, a man in prison?

Tess!

He's not just going after an appeal...

he's going after you.

- There! - Hey! Linneman!

Oh... slow down, slow down. Let's strategize.

What, I beat you one too many times,

- so you want payback, is that it? - You beat me?

This isn't a game, Avery.

I'm here to serve the interest of my clients.

The judge said the case has legs for an appeal.

This isn't about your clients.

- Your tone in there was brutal! - My tone?

- What is this, etiquette class? - You can't win in a fair fight,

so you want to infect this judge with some half-baked theory...

It's called "reasonable doubt"!

Hey! How you doin'?

Owen Cooper. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.

Tess, can I steal you away for a second?

This isn't about work, Tommy.

This is personal.

You got your ego bruised one too many times,

and now you want to throw this out on some...

The physical evidence was circumstantial!

No murder weapon was ever found.

Now, you want to try to prove he did it

some other way, go ahead. Otherwise,

I'd hardly call the timeline of your vision loss irrelevant.

My whole career,

you took every opportunity to make me look foolish.

Is this personal? No.

I believe in justice,

which is exactly what I'm pursuing for my client.

Come on. Let's get outta here.

We... just got Baker's phone records from prison.

Mostly calls with Linneman,

but there's also a series of letters.

Fan mail from some P.O. box...

you know, lonely heart-type things.

No signatures. Bad writing.

Second-grade prose.

We've got copies of everything.

You know, speaking of second-grade prose,

Baker checked out a book called The Number Artist 28 times.

Trashy pulp best-seller.

Ugh, Leo is being such a snob.

That novel is great.

It's about this mysterious priest,

who basically uncovers...

I don't need a book report right now.

Fine.

Okay.

There's files to your left.

Can you get a little closer?

Ah. So, Baker refused to speak to police.

Witnesses were questioned the night of...

Emily Turner... the widow,

and...

"Tristan Marford," their neighbour.

Let's talk to the witnesses again.

They're coming in.

Great. Who wants to back me up?

They're looking at you funny.

What?

I need you to take a backseat.

My entire reputation is at stake.

No way I'm letting anybody else take the lead on this.

Excuse me? I'm not asking.

And there's a hell of a lot more at stake here

than your reputation.

I'm getting serious pressure from above.

This case gets overturned,

and all your past convictions get looked at.

It jeopardizes everything you've ever touched,

not to mention your current consulting role.

This could put a stain on the entire police force.

I saw Baker that night! I know I did!

I was a good cop.

And you still are.

Badge or no badge.

But until this is over, you're a liability.

Owen and Leo will talk to the widow and the neighbour.

I need you to stay away from this.

We'll call you if we need you.

But if you could just walk me through

what happened that night,

it would be extremely helpful.

The intruder just walked in.

Sam...

my husband...

must have left the door unlocked.

He was always doing that.

We used to fight about it.

Then we heard the door.

Sam told me to go into the bedroom.

That's when I heard fighting.

I tried to see what was happening,

but I couldn't tell who it was.

But you knew Baker's voice, though?

You'd cut his hair before, right?

Once or twice, but he was always quiet.

I've never heard him yell.

The neighbours said they heard breaking glass.

No, I-I don't think so.

Uh, I don't know... it's all a blur.

Mm.

Honestly, I don't even want to remember it anymore.

How was your relationship with your husband?

Good... and bad.

But when it was good, there was nothing better.

And when it wasn't?

I don't want to remember him that way.

I'm here because I want justice for him,

and now you're telling me

there's an innocent man behind bars,

and Sam's murderer is still out there somewhere?

No, no. No. We're not telling you that.

We just want to make sure

your husband's killer stays in prison,

where he belongs.

How many different ways

can we go over the same evidence?

I mean, the truth is, without your eyewitness testimony, then...

I know.

It's like a math equation missing half the numbers.

I think they call that "algebra".

I know what I saw.

My vision was good that night.

I think Linneman is trying to make me crazy.

Okay. So you saw the guy bolt from the house,

- in the dark. - Yeah!

But you also saw the front door open,

so you called out

your description to the uniforms,

and headed inside?

And then what?

They brought Baker back based on your description

and you said... ?

"That's him. That's the guy."

Did you describe his face?

What? No, I...

He was running.

He looked right at me.

I don't know. How would you describe it, Sunny?

Mm. Right.

You think I got the wrong guy.

No. No, that's not what I said.

They grabbed him based on my description...

what if my description was wrong?

I said "blue hoodie".

And Baker's was blue.

Emily Turner said it was green.

Well, Emily was hiding.

What if Linneman is right?

My vision loss was progressive...

is progressive.

This was before that, Tess.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Before I got my diagnosis,

I just tried to ignore what was happening to me.

I made excuses, I canceled my appointments,

I convinced myself I was fine,

until I couldn't.

That sounds hard.

What if that's what I was doing that night?

Convincing myself it was Baker, when it wasn't?

Because...

I wanted to win.

I wanted to be right.

No. No. You would not do that.

You would not make that mistake.

Listen, Tess.

We're going to figure this out.

Okay?

The way we always have... together.

I gotta go.

I gotta think.

So, I have this co-worker…

we're teamed up a lot, and, um...

y-you know, before I started this job,

she may have messed up some paperwork,

and it could have consequences,

and she won't even talk about it.

Why do you think she won't talk?

Well, she's probably scared.

I mean, she could lose her job. We both could.

Why would you lose your job because your friend screwed up?

We're both sort of connected.

Tell me more about that.

You know, I was thinking

about what we were discussing the other day...

about vision and memory.

So, it is possible

that you could see something that you didn't really see?

Well, the hope is...

that we can trust our own experience...

but... yes, it is possible.

What do you think you saw?

Oh, not me. My-my friend.

Are we discussing you or someone else?

Someone else. I just told you that.

I know. I thought you w...

To get something out of this,

you're gonna have to put something into it.

Something real, about yourself,

otherwise, there's not much point.

Okay, that's blunt.

This is talk therapy.

Let's talk about something.

Let's talk about your agoraphobia.

Let's talk about your PTSD,

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

Sunny?

Maybe it was arrogant of me to think

I could ever even keep this job, you know?

How am I gonna trust myself,

if I can't trust my own damn eyes?

But you've always been arrogant.

You know that.

You know, even back when you could see perfectly,

even before you had a reason to be.

It's one of the things that makes you so good at this, though.

Annoying, but good.

Well, thank you. I think.

- You're welcome. - But come on, guys.

None of this matters if there is a guilty man walking around there

somewhere, or an-an innocent one who's locked up somewhere...

Ooh...

- Hey. - Come on, Tess!

I taught you how to pour a glass of beer on day one.

I'll find napkins.

I hope you don't mind me tagging along.

What? Come on. What are you talking about?

You two are cute together.

What? What do you mean?

You think I can't tell a cute couple when I hear one?

We're not a "couple" couple.

N-Not that I'm opposed!

- I... - Oh?

We're... we're just seeing how things go.

- Yeah, sure. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, one foot in front of the other.

Yeah, with a guide dog leading the way.

- Mm. - Mm.

So, you had to defend your sight

in a court of law, to a judge,

and this jerk lawyer,

and whoever showed up to listen?

It completely sucked.

Being blind can suck.

I'm surprised to hear you say that.

I know I seem like a ray of sunshine...

"Cheerleader Mia...

champion of the visually impaired",

but, some days, being blind is hard.

Brave faces aside, this world isn't made for us.

Right?

Crossing the roads, answering emails...

hell, even pouring a glass of beer...

it takes effort and concentration

that a sighted person will never, ever have to understand,

and, sometimes...

that effort can be exhausting.

But if you tell anyone, if you say how hard it is,

you're a sad sack...

you can't do your job.

People think that you're being difficult.

So yeah...

some days, being blind sucks.

But if anything's gonna to get better...

and it will...

then we have to at least acknowledge that.

I...

What did I miss?

Just girl talk.

Okay.

Oh, hey!

The delivery guy let me in... I hope that's okay.

It's Owen... from work!

Okay, look, you don't need to say "from work".

- Right. - And what are you doing here?

So, when I was ten years old,

my brother locked me in the basement

and turned out all the lights.

I-I was down there in the dark for almost two hours,

so, w-what I'm trying to say is,

I know what you're going through.

That might be

the most ignorant thing I've ever heard.

Yeah, I know, I know, I'm just kidding.

I have no idea what you're going through,

but this case is a mess,

and if we're gonna crack it open,

we don't have time for a pity party.

"We"?

Oh, yeah, I brought the files with me,

because we can't do it at work 'cause of Bennett.

And... listen.

I promise, I'm not gonna treat you differently

than anyone else.

Well, I can't see, so you are gonna

have to treat me differently sometimes.

Okay.

Just like we're gonna have to do things a little differently

if we're gonna crack this case, so...

- come on. - Yes!

What about the two-year-old door-cam footage?

Could be in the cloud. What about the cloud?

Maybe Baker had bad eyes, too.

Maybe he knocked over a giant potted plant

and that's what killed Sam.

Mm! "Mr. Magoo manslaughter"? I like it!

I'm runnin' on fumes here.

Me too.

There's always an answer, though.

Hey, you know, I had this old case...

all these paintings got stolen from this art gallery,

and there's no witnesses, no leads,

but these hidden messages kept popping up in graffiti

around the city,

- and it led me to this priest... - Oh, wait a second.

Isn't that the plot to The Number Artist?

Yeah!

Yeah. I grabbed a copy

when I found out that Baker was reading it.

Then you and Sunny should start a book club.

- Mm. - So...

the autopsy said

that the victim had bruises on his neck

consistent with strangulation from behind. Right?

- Right. - But the actual cause of death was listed as

"acute subdural hematoma",

caused by blunt-force trauma to the front of the skull

by an object with three points.

Maybe it was a trident.

The killer could've been a merman!

- Hey, stand up. - Hmm?

- Come here. - 'Kay.

Uh, turn around.

Okay. So...

if I'm strangling somebody from behind, right?

Mm-hmm.

Why the hell am I gonna stop

to hit him on the front of his head?

Maybe Sam fought back? Got away?

Okay, but...

there were no self-defense wounds on Baker.

Nothing in the report, nothing in those photos.

Maybe he...

knocked him out first, and strangled him second?

So you strangle someone who's already unconscious?

Right.

The more you look at it, the more it falls apart.

Hey...

- Yeah? - Hey, hey, hey. Wait.

What if we're looking at this wrong?

What if the second male voice

that the neighbour heard wasn't from the victim?

What if it was an accomplice?

So the first guy...

strangles the vic from the back,

and then the second one hits him from the front?

Mm-hmm.

And then Baker doesn't say anything

because he's covering for someone?

- Yes. - I mean, it's not nothing.

We find that second guy,

we find our missing puzzle piece.

How did we not catch it the first time around?

Probably 'cause you were doing what most cops do...

focusing on what you could see, instead of what you couldn't.

Stretch as deeply as you can,

release your breath.

Breathe in, for a count of one...

Hey! What are we looking at?

Nothing.

I just called to apologize.

- Hello? - Yeah. I'm-I'm...

I'm still here. I'm just absorbing.

Well, look, I shouldn't have shut you out like that.

I guess sometimes it's just easier

to avoid things

rather than admit they're happening.

Yeah.

Okay. The truth is, I'm scared.

I mean...

if this case goes sideways,

my reputation is shot and I lose my job, and...

without that, I'm not sure I know who I am.

But it's a big deal for both of us...

I get that.

We both stand to lose something here, so.

Thanks.

I appreciate that you said that.

Are you okay? This really doesn't sound like you.

Been a weird couple of days.

Okay. Enough with the warm fuzzies.

Let's get to work.

Is that Owen asleep on your couch?

Oh, I really hope so. Hey! Owen From Work, get up.

We gotta make a house call.

We should get Leo in on this, too.

The wife was hiding, so she didn't see anybody else,

but maybe she heard something.

- Maybe we can jog her memory. - Yeah, or maybe the neighbour's.

What is she doing here?

- Whoa! Whoa. Relax. - What?

We were doing some extracurriculars last night...

- Oh? - Not that.

We think that Baker had an accomplice.

Okay, listen.

The cause of death was a subdural hematoma... blunt-force trauma

to the front of the head,

but the autopsy also said that there was bruising

consistent with strangulation from behind.

How do you hit someone on the front of the head

while you're choking them from the back...

- ergo, accomplice. It was Tess's idea. - Thank you.

This isn't about Tess. It's about all of us.

I mean, do you have any idea

how screwed we are, if this thing goes bad?

- Whoa, Leo... - Don't "Leo" me!

Bennett said you're off this,

so I'm not telling you this as a friend...

I'm telling you this as a cop.

Turn your ass around and get back in the car.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey.

No. It's okay.

I trust you.

All right.

What's your problem, man?

Let's go.

The night of the murder, you said

you heard two male voices yelling next door.

Do you think the second one could've been an accomplice?

Don't lead him!

He can lead me wherever he wants.

Um...

I-I suppose it's possible.

Would that be helpful?

Sorry. W-What did you just say?

An "accomplice"?

Yes! Definitely.

Half these prison letters

read like a child wrote them,

and the rest is bad poetry...

"A bird in two fists, a cage in the other.

A heart beats 300 times a minute."

"Ribs keep themselves closed."

What the hell does that mean?

I don't know.

Maybe it's like a magic-eye poster.

"Squint until you see the sailboat"?

Sorry. Bad analogy.

You said Baker was looking into houses the night before.

Did you see anyone with him?

Yeah. I think so.

This is fun!

It's not supposed to be fun.

"Merman."

Oh...

you got a cigarette?

Oh, I deplore smoking. Always have.

Why do you have a glass ashtray on your shelf,

with three points on it?

Okay. Heh. Um... look, that's not...

that's not what... um...

I found it in the bush that night...

- That night? - ... And I just... took it.

I don't know why! The police had found their man.

There's no harm in taking a souvenir.

Okay. Wait-wait-wait. Hey.

We... could put it back.

Pretend... you...

just found it.

Would that be helpful?

Owen, can I speak with you a second?

This is a nightmare.

This guy will tell us anything.

He's not a witness... he's an improv partner.

Yes, and he's got a murder weapon on display,

like it's a bowling trophy.

At best, he's... not credible.

At worst, he's a suspect.

What do you wanna do here?

He's willing to help out?

Let's take him down to the station,

I'll call Forensics,

and see if he minds them taking a look around.

Have fun.

Okay. So we still don't know who's renting this P.O. box?

No. We're trying to fast-track a warrant with the post office,

but they're not really big on expediting.

Call from...

Superintendent Bennett.

Leo probably told on me.

Sir. Look, I know you said...

What?

Okay. Uh, yeah, we'll be right there.

Well...

I probably just found the missing murder weapon

and possibly the actual murderer.

What? What'd I miss?

It's Baker.

He wants to talk to us.

I cased the house

while I was there getting haircuts.

Thought it'd be empty that night.

But that man...

if I wasn't high, I wouldn't have strangled him.

Definitely wouldn't have hit him with that ashtray after.

I never meant to kill anybody.

So you were working alone?

I was an addict!

No one would touch me.

This is on my head. All of it.

Two years inside, and a chance at freedom.

Why tell us now?

Linneman just called me.

Told me it was looking good.

But...

it doesn't feel good.

I haven't slept right since this started.

I belong here.

I'm clean now.

I-I've been reading The Bible, trying to get right.

If I were to go free on a lie,

I'm not sure I could live with myself.

Well, that's it.

We won.

Yeah, so why don't I feel like celebrating?

Because Baker was lying.

He was, wasn't he?

I mean, maybe not all the way, but...

he definitely wasn't telling the whole truth.

Do you think it was the neighbour?

Nah. He's a fanboy, not a killer.

The wife?

Maybe. Don't know yet.

Come on.

Have some bubbles.

I don't drink on the job.

It's 2025, no one does. It's Sprite. Here.

Tess, the neighbour's DNA was absent from the house.

He's the one who called 9-1-1, remember?

It was Baker.

He just told us.

So stop picking the scab and take the W.

No. The math just doesn't add up, and you know it.

Come on, be honest with me. Does this feel good in your gut?

Who did it?

Who coerced my client?

This confession never should've happened,

let alone without his lawyer present,

and if anyone in this room

has any real interest in justice,

you would've made an actual case this time...

instead of strong-arming a recovering addict

into betraying his own self-interest!

If your guy's so innocent, how come he just confessed?

You want to play that?

Baker claims he's a man of faith now.

- Okay... - It's all right.

Well, he hasn't met his prison pastor once...

not one time.

He keeps his mouth shut the whole trial,

through sentencing,

through two years of incarceration,

and he opens it now?

When he's on the verge of having his entire conviction thrown out?

Explain that to me.

Maybe don't bully a guilty man

into leaving his rehabilitation prematurely...

how 'bout that?

You people are... you're really all the same, aren't you?

You have this big talk about right and wrong,

but all you really care about

is making the red names black,

and you call that a win.

You should be ashamed of yourselves.

Bottoms up.

Let me worry about Tommy Linneman.

Yeah, but he's got a point.

I mean, we closed this case

on a conveniently-timed confession,

not hard evidence.

Weren't we trying to do better this time?

Did you just say Linneman has a point?

What he has is an obsession with jamming up the police

in general, and you in particular.

At this point, it's bordering on a fetish.

- Forget him. - Well, okay, but then what?

Just pack this thing away half-baked,

and get back to work?

We should talk about that.

In regards to your relationship with the department,

moving forward,

we may have to make some adjustments.

What kind of adjustments?

Why don't you take a few weeks, get some distance from this...

- I... - We'll figure it out when you get back.

I think we could both use some perspective.

Maybe I'll go private.

We can spend our days catching cheating spouses

and thieving employees.

Mm. "The private eye without the eyes."

Too much?

Nope. I can see the business card already.

You know, Linneman's a lawyer.

His whole job is to plant doubt and win arguments,

and he's good at it.

I'm sure we got the right guy.

I don't think Baker's wrong for this.

I just don't think we're all the way right...

like we're missing something.

That puzzle piece.

Excuse me. I'd like to change destination.

I can't do this.

I can't have any more police in my home.

I can't keep answering questions about the worst day of my life.

I close my eyes and it's all I can see.

I'm not police anymore.

I'm just a private consultant who wants

to see you and your husband get the justice you deserve.

Is it true that you're blind?

I am now.

But I wasn't then.

Not when this happened.

All of Baker's priors

had him breaking into homes when the owners were out.

But that night, he walked through the front door

of a lit house with two people inside.

Does that seem strange at all to you?

Yeah. The whole thing was strange.

They said that he was on drugs.

It should never have happened.

If we had gone out instead of staying home,

if Sam hadn't left the door unlocked...

if I had just tried to help him

instead of hiding in the bedroom.

What do you remember about Baker

from before that night?

I... cut his hair a couple times.

He didn't make much of an impression.

Not enough to I.D. him in a line-up.

I'm not great with faces.

Me neither.

I just hope that, now that he's confessed,

we can put this all behind us...

again.

Call from Owen.

- Excuse me. - Take it.

I'm just gonna clean this up.

Hey. What's up?

Listen, I thought about what you were saying

about that wrong-in-your-stomach feeling. I've got it, too.

What happened to taking the win?

Oh, I like sleeping at night.

I went back to talk to Baker again,

but he's back to his vow of silence.

The whole thing's bowling shoe-ugly.

Maybe he likes prison.

Yeah, or maybe he's just trying to protect

whoever he's covering for.

Baker had a phone call today.

Now, they don't record or monitor them,

but the guard said it took about 30 seconds,

and I don't think it was from Linneman.

Hey, Tess!

There's a book on the shelf to your left,

shoulder height.

Keep going...

stop.

Tess? You still there?

Talk to me.

Yeah, I'm just checking out a book.

- Now? - The Number Artist.

Looks pretty well-used.

Feels like she has a favourite page.

There's writing in the margins.

W-Wait! Hang on.

Let me see what's on that page.

Some... instructions

for some kind of variation on a cipher

called The Caesar Shift.

Tess. Tess, talk to me.

Uh, something about a "Caesar Shift"?

Caesar Shift?

Why do I know this?

Baker's letters were in code.

The dates match

the ones in Emily's book.

They've been talking to each other!

They used the day of the month

to determine how many letters

of the alphabet you shift

to decode the first letter of every word.

So, first letter...

"I...

I love you."

Second...

"Stay...

strong?"

Emily was the second man.

Tess! Get out of there. Right now!

Tess! Watch out!

Tess? Tess!

I'm on my way! Okay? I'm on my way!

Tess, are you okay? My camera's broken.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right.

Okay. I'm gonna stay quiet.

You listen for Emily, and when she gets close,

you grab her and you don't let her go!

Stay sticky!

What?

It's what my combat teacher says...

just try to get her talking

and see if you can hear where she is.

Backup's on the way.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, that was...

that was nice of Baker to confess...

and protect his secret sweetheart.

So... so, what? You, uh...

you meet cutting his hair, and you fall in love?

But you were afraid of your husband,

so you come up with a plan B?

That's first-degree murder, Emily.

That's the worst one, by the way.

Good. Draw her out.

Emily, I can help you...

but you have to talk to me, first.

It was self-defense.

Sam came home early,

found us smoking in the kitchen.

If we didn't fight back,

it would've been me dead instead of him.

Yeah. Yeah.

And, you know, then we have Baker's latex gloves.

We're gonna have to explain those.

Neither of you had defensive wounds...

that one's gonna be tricky.

You see, if I'm a prosecutor,

I'm gonna say you surprised your husband.

But I can guide you.

We don't play this right,

you're gonna have all the time in the world

to write each other letters.

You won't even need to use code.

Tess!

Tess! Just keep moving!

Stay wiggly!

Tess!

You're under arrest for homicide

and aggravated assault.

Tess...

are you okay?

It's Owen.

From work.

Sorry for running away the other day.

I guess being vulnerable isn't my strong suit...

although my friend, Tess, is even worse than I am,

so, if she can do it, so can I.

This is all confidential, right?

Absolutely.

My...

agoraphobia

began

after I was framed

for murdering my former professor,

who I was having an affair with,

which resulted in me fleeing Vancouver

and hiding in New York

under a false name,

using my estranged family's generational wealth.

And at first, I tried to ignore the situation

with a quickie marriage to a man that I did not love,

but he grew tired

of my emotional distance

and "inability to go outside,"

so we got divorced.

Then I took a job helping blind people online

and I got paired with an ex-cop,

and, together, we started solving crimes,

and we got close enough

that I actually started sharing things with her...

but, like I said, she's just really not that great with feelings.

And then, the people who killed my boyfriend

found me, and tried to kill me too,

but that cute concierge from our building,

who I kind of have a thing with...

although...

maybe not anymore,

he helped me stop them.

But not before I shot a bald guy,

who was looking for something

that my dead boyfriend was hiding,

which turned out this whole conspiracy thing,

I-I can't even get into it.

Anyway, blah-blah-blah...

there was sleepwalking, and there was spying,

and I punched my concierge friend in the face...

and I accused my neighbour

of killing his wife,

but it turned out he was just sad.

Also, I think I had a weird relationship with my mom, growing up.

Normal weird, not "icky" weird.

But I think it might have something to do with all of this.

That...

feels like a good place to start.

Okay.

Your Honour, in light of the new evidence,

and the charges Ms. Turner now faces,

my client and I are respectfully withdrawing our appeal.

Nice work.

How's the Emily Turner case looking?

Open and shut.

Turner and Baker's letters spell things out pretty clearly,

not to mention, she assaulted me.

So, Tommy came after the department,

and you gave him two killers for the price of one.

How'd you do it?

A very smart friend helped us.

Oh, it's, uh, it's not me.

Th... That would be weird, if I helped myself.

Well...

we're lucky to have you and your friend around.

We'll see you at work tomorrow.

Not if she sees you first.

Sorry.

Linneman's out of the courtroom.

2:00, ten paces.

Oh, wait a second.

Oh, wait a second.

Hmm. He really needs a new briefcase.

- Linneman? - Oh, Tess.

- What are you doing? - Hey.

Oh, hey.

What, you come to gloat?

Listen.

I think I've been kind of a jerk to you in the past.

I was so caught up in the wins and the losses,

that I couldn't see what you were trying to do.

But I think I see it now.

I know you care about your clients, Tommy,

and I know you're a good lawyer... you always were.

Maybe you just got better at what you do.

I know I have.

Truce?

That's very nice.

But I still don't trust you.

I'll be keeping my eye on you, Tess Avery...

which is one more eye than you've got.

Was that really necessary?

Wow. He really does hold a grudge, doesn't he?

These things take time.

I was probably pretty arrogant to him back in the day.

"In the day"?

Totally.

Yeah, well... after that slapdown,

he's definitely looking for round two.

Yeah.

- And I had his car towed. - What?

Well, he was parked in an accessible spot.

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