All language subtitles for Mistletoe Murders S01E06e

- By the time you see this,
I will be gone.

- He knew about his murder
before it happened.

You two know each other?

He's my brother.

Sam
doesn't understand

why I'm keeping him
at arm's length.

I spent some time
with my aunt and uncle

on the west coast
when I was little.

If I had
been asked earlier

what my plans were
for this evening,

I doubt that ending up
with a fractured wrist

after narrowly avoiding
an attempt on my life

would have made the list.

But here we are.

Hey, Sam.

- Hey!
Sorry I missed your call.

Is everything okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm home now.
All good.

What exactly happened?

I just slipped on some ice

and I fell on my arm
the wrong way.

Hairline fracture.
It's nothing.

- Well, I'm just
finishing up here.

Can I bring you anything?

- No, uh, I just need
a good night's sleep.

But, hey, are you free
to come to the Mistletoe

tomorrow morning?

I can be, why?

- Mm, I'm just having
a few friends over

for breakfast and a movie.

- Alright.
Well, I'll see you there.

Great.

Thanks, Sam.
Night.

It's not
that I can't tell Sam

what really happened.

I'm just...
I'm not sure

if this is connected
to Glenn's murder,

or if my past mistakes are
finally catching up to me.

Congratulations, everyone.

Clearly, you're moving
in the right direction.

Now, just like the spirits
that visited dear old Ebenezer

in A Christmas Carol, my clues
represent Christmas Past,

Christmas Present,
and Christmas Yet to Come.

Now that the spirit of
Christmas Past has given way

to the present,
come in, get close,

and know me better, man.

- Am I the only one creeped out
by all this talk of spirits?

"I couldn't
be angry with him if I tried.

"Who suffers by his ill whims?

"Himself, always.

"Here, he takes it into
his head to dislike us,

"and he won't
come and dine with us.

"What's the consequence?"

Good luck.

That's it?

What are we supposed
to do with that?

Aren't you a detective?

Don't you sell hotdogs?

Okay, let's--
everyone just take a breath.

- Are you sure
you're okay, Emily?

I feel bad that
you hurt yourself

after we talked last night.

Yeah, about that...

I thought that
this was a team effort.

I didn't know we were
doing break-off groups.

No, we're not.

We just ran into each other
at the police station.

- Alright, let's just, uh...
focus on why we're here.

Who wants to take a stab at it?

Oh...

That was a really bad
choice of words.

I'm so sorry, Fred.

It's okay.

- The clue doesn't have to be
solved right this minute.

Brooke, Fred, and I
still have shops to run.

And I have a murder to solve.

Let's just
let this percolate,

and we can come back
together later

and we'll see where we're at.

- Okay.
- Okay!

Here you go.

You got a minute?

Yeah, of course.

So it's not
related to Glenn's murder?

I can't be sure,

but it feels like
this game might be a dead end.

What about Noah?

We don't have
any physical evidence

to tie him to the murder scene.

There's nothing to go on
but an old Santa coat.

If it's not Noah, then
the killer is still out there.

- Someone was a busy
little elf this morning!

- I've got my work
cut out for me

getting ready for Dad-mas.

I'm sorry, what?

I was lying in bed last night

feeling bad about leaving dad
alone for Christmas,

when the idea came to me.

I'll have my own Christmas
with him a few days early.

- And thus, Dad-mas was born.

If it catches on,

you can dedicate a corner
of the store to it.

Why not?

I've already dedicated a corner
of the store to a leaky pipe.

- Dad said he's happy
to fix the hole,

but the best time for him to
come is later at night when he's

done work.

Would it be okay to let him
use my store key one night?

- Yeah, that's-- that's fine.
But you can also tell him

that I'm perfectly capable
of fixing the leak myself.

I've just been a little busy,

but I'm sure I'll get to it
between now and Dad-mas.

- See?
It's already catching on!

Is it okay if I store
this stuff here?

It's kind of hard
keeping a secret

when you live with a detective.

Yeah, no problem.

I could also wrap those for you,
if you want.

With a cast on your hand?

Dad told me what happened.
It must've hurt.

- I barely even
notice it's there.

- Well, you know,
it's bad luck to have

a cast that isn't signed.

Okay.

There.

Much better.

Hm.

Mm-hm!

Hello?

Uh, hey, it's me.

Can I come up?

Sure, yeah.

Hi-- oh!

- I figured you wouldn't be
up to much in the kitchen,

so I thought you could
use some delivery.

Now, I wasn't sure
what you liked,

so I just picked up a variety.

Thai spicy and not spicy.

And then this...

that's a favourite of mine.

It's one town over.

Like, the best desserts in town.

- You're really good at taking
care of people, aren't you?

- Well, I could say
the same thing about you.

I've seen how you are
with June, and with Violet,

and we just want you to know
that we're looking out for you

as well.

- Yeah, I do okay.
I, uh...

got my emotional support
tigers here.

- These guys?
- Yeah.

Can they cook?

No, they cannot.

Mac and cheese, maybe?

- This is so incredibly
thoughtful.

Um, thank you.

I do have everybody
coming down to the Mistletoe

in a couple minutes, though.

- Yes!
Yeah, here.

I'll just get this
put away, and, uh,

we can head down together.

Okay, thank you.

Maybe Fred forgot
we were meeting tonight.

- Well, I called him a few times
and he didn't pick up.

Can we start without him?

- Well, uh, has everyone
had a chance to think about

what the clue might mean?

- I tried,
but I didn't get very far.

- I confess, I couldn't make
heads or tails of it either.

I was busy with other things.

Well, what about you, Emily?

- I didn't have a lot of time
to think about it either,

but the thing that
stands out as most obvious

is that the person
who's speaking in the quote

is Scrooge's nephew, Fred.

- Pfft...
Yeah, obviously!

- Yeah, I didn't bring it up
'cause of how obvious it was.

- Wait, Fred was part
of the first clue too.

Just the real Fred,
not the Fred from the book.

Exactly.

I think there's a deeper
meaning behind Glenn's game,

and I think Fred is the key
to understanding all of it.

But he's not here.

I'm sure
he's just running late.

Here, his store's close by.

I'll go see if he's there.

Hello?

Fred!
Yeah, we were just talk--

Oh my God.

Fred!

Sweetie, are you okay?

Hey.

I think so.
Just a little sore.

- Seems like injuries
are a common theme

with this little club.

I want to know
exactly what happened.

- Fred was just about
to share the details with us.

It happened so fast.

I thought I heard
somebody behind me,

and as I was turning, bam,
suddenly I'm on the sidewalk.

- And you didn't get
a look at your attacker?

No, I was pretty out of it.

- And you're sure
they took the book?

Definitely.

By the time I came to
my senses, he was gone,

and so was my copy of
A Christmas Carol.

- Didn't take anything else?
Your keys, your wallet...?

No.

- Why would someone
physically assault my husband

just to steal
a cheap secondhand book?

Sorry, I have to take this.

I don't know
what's going on here,

but it doesn't seem safe.

- Ah, it doesn't matter.
The book's gone.

I'm no longer
any use to the group.

No, that's not true.

Uh, what does that mean?

- I think Glenn designed this
whole treasure hunt around Fred.

Really?

This is good.

It strengthens our legal case
that any prize

found by another party
belongs to us.

I want to make sure
you get what's owed.

Glenn's Santa costume...

Was that something he kept
here in the store?

- No, I hadn't seen that
in years.

Since I was a kid.

I was surprised he still had it,
to be honest.

What's going on?

That was the lab that called.

They recovered DNA from the suit
belonging to Glenn

and one other person.

And it wasn't Noah.

Morgan...

I didn't kill Glenn.

What?

What's happening?

- I'm gonna need you
to come with me.

I don't know how my DNA
got on the Santa coat.

I got a warrant to
search your personal spaces.

I found this...

pushed to the back of
your locker at work.

Now, that's the blouse you wore
to the Christmas party, correct?

That's not your blood, is it?

Okay, yes.

I wore the Santa coat, but not
for the reason you think.

Then why?

- I went by the bookstore
to get Fred

before we went to the party,
and...

I noticed that
all the rare editions were gone.

I suspected Glenn must have
sold them and I was angry.

Did they not belong to Glenn?

- He made my husband part owner
of the bookstore

a few years ago.

A piece of those books
belonged to Fred.

He should've been consulted.

- Okay, so...
you go to the party.

You see Glenn there...

Then what?

- I was looking for a moment
to talk to him alone.

I saw him heading down the
back hall and I followed him.

I finally caught up to him
in the stockroom.

Glenn?

Glenn, where are they?

What did you do with the--

Glenn...

Glenn!

He was dead.

I couldn't save him.

And his blood was on me.

I knew how it would look.

So I put on the suit and left.

Glenn didn't have many friends.

I gambled that nobody would
give me a second look.

That's pretty cold.

The word is "clinical."

I'm a nurse.

I've seen it all, and not
much fazes me anymore.

- Well, you're right
about one thing.

It looks pretty bad.

Sue!

Great to see you
back in business.

What happened to your hand?

- Oh, I just slipped
on some ice.

- Not in front of the diner,
I hope.

I cannot afford the lawsuit.

Don't worry, you're good.

- Well, in that case,
coffee's on the house.

Okay!

It's Noah, right?

Mm.

You were there
when I was detained.

Yeah.

I'm Emily.

When did they release you?

- Oh, about two plates
of pancakes ago.

This is my first real meal
since they hauled me in.

- Does your brother
know you're out?

- Well, if he does,
he didn't hear it from me.

I'm surprised they let me out.

Not that they have
anything on me.

- I heard that you broke into
Glenn's lawyer's office.

- She agreed not
to press charges.

That's really nice of her.

I am curious, though--
how did you know

what you were looking for
when you broke in?

- I didn't have the guts
to face Fred

the night I was invited,
but I was there.

When you all came out,

I saw that blonde woman
go into a nearby store.

Turns out she owns it.

Brooke.

I hung around her shop a bit;

she was telling everybody
about the video.

Only took a few minutes
of eavesdropping

to hear her entire life story.

Yeah, sounds like Brooke.

- I don't know
what I was expecting,

but it wasn't
a damn treasure hunt.

I can confirm
we've dropped the charges

against Noah, on the grounds
that he pays for

the damage he caused.

It's a win for both sides.

But he also stole from you.

I don't see it that way.

You know, Noah had
an invitation to the game.

He had as much right to see
that video as any of the others.

- That's very forgiving
of you.

- I liked Glenn.
Keeping his nephew out of jail

seemed like
the right thing to do.

He talked about Fred and Noah
all the time.

What about Morgan?

- I'll just say,
she's very concerned

about the missing
first editions,

and leave it at that.

- Okay.
Thanks.

You sure I can't
help you with any of that?

I've got it.

Feels like I need
to do this alone.

That's part of
the magic of Dad-mas.

Whoa.

Talk about a winter wonderland.

Noah!

Hey, I'm glad you came by.

I can't let
Fred have all the fun.

Brought my book.

That is amazing.

Uh, I haven't scheduled
the next meeting

with everyone yet, though.

- No worries.
Mind if I look around?

Yeah, go for it.

So...

Emily!

Yeah?

- I was wondering,
any plans for Christmas Eve?

- Uh, no, nothing set in stone.
Why?

No reason.

My dad says he has
no plans either.

Just throwing that out there.
Totally unrelated.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What treasures do we have here?

Oh, geez, sorry about that.

I'm gonna get it fixed.

Um... what are--
what are you doing, Noah?

- I figured you must have
found a secret cubby hole

in your wall.

- It's just a leaky pipe.
Why would you think that?

- I know a little bit about
the history of the area.

This town was built
during the prohibition.

A lot of the older buildings
had secret rooms

and passageways built in.

Wait, seriously?

- Yeah, a lot of 'em were
sealed away due to renovations

and rebuilds, but you never
know what you might find,

when you go looking.

Huh.

♪ Fire is calling ♪

♪ A cozy night for you and me ♪

- Hey.
- Emily.

Detective Wilner.

Do you have any news
about Morgan?

- Nothing I can discuss
just yet.

We're actually here
on a separate matter.

Which is...?

- We think we may know where
your uncle hid the manuscript.

- You mean here, in the store?
- Yes.

There's a theory we'd like to
pursue, if you're okay with it.

Yeah, of course.

What's this?

- I got the original blueprints
for the building

from the town archives.

See how that wall is set back?

But that one...

it doesn't match the wall
on the original drawings.

You're right.

That built-in bookshelf
should be back further back

against the wall.

I don't understand.

- Noah mentioned that in some of
these older buildings

there are hidden rooms.

- You talked to Noah?
Is he--

- He's a free man,
as of this morning.

Whoa...

Whoa.

Whoa...

Wow.

You didn't know
this was here?

Not a clue.

Hey, I recognize that.

It belonged to Uncle Glenn.

It's all just clothing
and personal effects.

I know a go-bag
when I see one.

I even have one myself,

tucked in the back
of my closet.

And a business-class
ticket to Switzerland.

Leaving the day after
the Christmas party.

Why would he hide the fact
that he was going on vacation?

Maybe it wasn't a vacation.

There's no return ticket.

- What was it he said
in the video?

"By the time you see this,
I'll already be gone."

He was talking about
his trip to Europe,

not predicting his own demise.

Hey, Fred, you in here?

Oh...

Uh, my bad.
I didn't realize--

What do you want?

Okay, um...

I was hoping we could talk.

Fred, this involves him too.

Fine, whatever.

What?
What is it?

- Glenn was checking himself in
to a Swiss medical centre

that specializes
in end-of-life care.

- I don't get it.
Why would Uncle Glenn do that?

You're right, Noah.

We need to talk.

In some ways,
I envy Fred and Noah.

Despite the terrible
circumstances

that drove them apart,
they still have a chance now

to put it all behind them
and start fresh.

A lifetime ago, I found myself
in a similar bind,

going the opposite direction
from someone I loved.

But for us, there can be
no happy ending.

He made damn sure of that.

Enough
feeling sorry for myself.

There is a puzzle to be solved.

Hi!

Are you ready for story time?

Yeah?

I've been through
the books several times.

There's no more hidden clues,
no secret messages,

just the classic tale,
told exactly the same

in each edition.

What page was that quote on?

The pages...

Of course.

What do you mean,
you solved the clue?

You don't have all the books.

- Well, not the physical copies,
no, but I realized

that each of the editions
has the exact same text,

but they're all
laid out differently.

So that quote is found
on a different page

in each of our books.

- Wow.
How'd you think of that?

- I dunno,
it just came to me.

So I was able to make
some calls to some publishers

and I got the corresponding
page numbers

for each of the editions.

Incredible.

- So, once I had
the page numbers,

I thought about
what they could signify,

which was trickier--
but then I remembered

what Glenn said at the beginning
of his last video.

- "You're heading
in the right direction."

- That's right.
Very observant.

It's literally my job.

- The numbers point
to a location?

Yes, exactly.

They're GPS coordinates.

But where are they pointing?

Right here.

Sue's diner.

- I cleaned the place
from top to bottom.

I didn't find
anything out of place.

- Right, but you'll remember
that Glenn passed away

in the basement stockroom.

But what was he doing there
in the first place?

He had no reason to be
down there, unless...

- He was planting
the next clue.

- I mean, it's worth a look,
right?

Alright.

Whoa...

The heat's venting
directly in here.

Must be 100 degrees.

- Yeah, it might be why Glenn
took off his Santa coat

when he came in here.

Fred.

Check it out.

Middle shelf.

Oh, no way.

That takes me back.

What is it?

Oh, the pineapple juice.

- Our mom used to open
a big can of it every Christmas.

- Yeah, same brand, too.
- Yeah.

She said it was a tradition
from her childhood.

Yeah, Grandpa just loved it.

- The quote from the clue
was Fred talking about

dining with his uncle.

Okay...

- Oh, Uncle Glenn,
you sly, old dog.

Congratulations, everyone.

Only one ghost left...

The Ghost of Christmas
Yet to Come.

Let's, uh...

let's weigh the author's words
carefully, shall we?

"A churchyard.

"Here, then, the wretched man
whose name he had now to learn,

"lay underneath the ground.

"It was a worthy place."

Scrooge was not ready to rest.
Not yet.

But I feel that I am.

Not beneath the ground,
but above.

You see, my future
is set in stone,

but yours does not have to be.

There's still time to bury
your petty rivalries

and your wounded pride.

But in order to do that, you've
got to come together as one.

Good luck.

Huh.

I was hoping I'd never
see that book again.

What book?

- The book Glenn
was reading from.

That's the same book that he
gave me at the Christmas party.

The one I threw in the trash.
No regrets!

- Wait, isn't that
your book, Harvey?

- Uh...
I didn't see him leave.

- No, everyone was focused
on the video.

Uh, has anyone seen my book?

Because it was
just here a second ago!

Yeah, mine's gone too.

It was right here.

Right where Harvey was standing.

I've got most of the books.

It's almost done.

I'll be in touch.

I want every available
cruiser on the look-out.

Approach with caution.

- I cannot believe
Harvey was an imposter.

- Don't feel bad.
He fooled me too.

I looked into him
after our first meeting,

and his story checked out.

Harvey Saltzman
is a real person.

- You tracked him down?
- As far as I could.

Trail went cold when he retired
in Florida a few years ago,

but wherever
our mystery man is,

he sure did his research.

- And now he has four
of the five books.

And if he gets to the prize
before the rest of us,

he's just gonna disappear.

Forget the game, Emily.

- Of cour--
Yes, you're right.

It's too dangerous.

Then again, when
has that ever stopped me before?

It had to be Harvey

who tried to run me down
the other night...

which means he perceived me
as a threat.

Smart guy.

But how did he know
where I'd be, and when?

Unless...

Boy!

This sucker must have barely
squeezed in the door, huh?

Ah, I knew it!

He bugged my store.

He's been listening
the whole time.

He's probably still listening.

Hey, Harvey.

I have something you need.

The final book.

You know as well as I do that
you can't do this alone, so...

what do you say...

split the prize 50/50?

I knew I liked her.

- I'm assuming you figured out
the location of the latest clue,

so why don't you meet me there
tomorrow morning?

Say, nine am?
Bring the books.

What has gotten into you?

- I thought it would be nice
to go for a walk with my dad.

Is that really so strange?

This early?

You're not usually out of bed
for another two hours

on Christmas break.

Don't overthink it.

Let's go look at
the Christmas tree.

Yeah, it's, uh...

it's definitely a tree, alright.

- Is that a present
with a tag on it?

That's weird.

"To Dad, love Violet."

- Merry Dad-mas!

- Wait, what's Dad-mas?

- It's our own Christmas morning,
just a few days early.

- Wait, did you do this
so that we could have

a Christmas together?

Is that okay?

It's more than okay, kiddo.

Augh!

- You look pretty good
for a frail old man.

- Thought you said
meet here at nine.

- Yeah, I did, but I figured
you'd be here an hour early

to scope the place out.

Well, aren't you smart?

- I'm surprised
you figured out the clue.

Yeah, I know the story.

Ends in a graveyard, right?

- "Not beneath the ground,
but above it."

A mausoleum.

Mm.

Where's your book?

It's here.

But if we're gonna partner up,

I'm gonna need to know
a little bit about you.

You needed new skates.

Your old ones smell
like a wet dog.

Violet...

Thank you.

Oh, I can't wait to get
these out on the ice.

- And you will.
But first...

Our Christmas dinner.

- Well, it's a little early
for dinner, no?

Don't spoil the illusion.

- Open-face turkey sandwiches
with gravy and mash,

and cranberry sauce on the side.

Sorry, it's the canned stuff.

I didn't have time
to make it fresh.

It looks delicious.

And Sam, I forgive you
for interrogating me

like a common criminal.

Thank you.

Mm!

Merry Christmas, Sue.

Merry Christmas.

How'd I get so lucky?

- It's a Dad-mas miracle.

What do you
want to know?

- Um... you don't strike me as
a collector of vintage books.

I think you're in this
for the paycheck.

So, who hired you to kill Glenn?

Oh, sorry,
do you work here?

I-I was just--

- The Christmas Carol
first edition.

Tell me where it is
or you're dead.

Dead?

You think I fear death
knowing what's coming?

I welcome it.

I was only there
to get the book.

But I don't like
being laughed at.

- I was there at the party.
I didn't see you.

- Of course you didn't.
I'm a pro.

Nobody gives caterers
a second look.

They're basically invisible.

So with Glenn dead,

the only chance you had at
the prize was to join the game.

- I noticed the lady
from the diner

throwing a book in the trash
out back.

Checked it out,
and I found the invitation.

Seemed like
a pretty good plan B.

So I did some research
in Glenn's past,

and what do you know,
there was a Harvey Saltzman.

How did your employer feel

about you unexpectedly
killing Glenn?

It makes them
an accessory to murder.

Where's the book?

I've got it right here.

Sorry, kid.

Augh!

I work alone.

Right in the heart!

Augh...

Augh...

Augh!

I'm not
gonna lie...

Cutting loose like that...

it felt good.

Wilner.

You're kidding.

Okay...

- Let's weigh the author's
words carefully.

Glenn...

You shouldn't have.

What happened
at the cemetery?

To me it looks like you were
double-crossed by a partner.

Who are you protecting, Harvey?

Or... excuse me.

Sawyer.

Yeah.

We got a hit
on your fingerprints.

Sawyer Pine.

Dishonourably discharged
from the military.

Wanted for questioning
in three separate murder cases

spanning back a decade.

We went through your car.

Found a pair of gloves
with blood on them.

I'm guessing that's why
your fingerprints weren't

on the knife, but if the blood's
a match for Glenn,

then we've got you
just the same.

What's your point?

- Give me a name.
Then...

maybe we can make a deal.

- What exactly is it
you're blaming me for?

- I think you're responsible
for Glenn's death

at the hands
of a trained killer.

- You should be careful
throwing accusations around.

I am a lawyer.

- It was Glenn's first edition
of A Christmas Carol

you were after, right?

- That is ridiculous.
I've worked for Glenn for years.

Exactly.

You figured out he was dying,

you saw that he'd sold off
several of his valuable books

to finance his final journey,

and you wanted to get your hands
on the prize of his collection.

- And you have
some proof of this?

Each of our invitations
had the same ornate impression

on the wax.

But the wax on the envelope

containing the original video
didn't.

It was different.

No design.

You opened the original seal.

You saw the video,
you learned about the game.

You wanted to get that book
before he had a chance

to give it to anybody else.

Only, the guy that you hired
wound up killing him instead.

- Who are you to come in here
and say these things?

You're not a cop.

That's true.

But... if I can
figure this out,

how much time do you
think it'll take

before the actual police do?

Unless they already have.

Sorry,
but just to be clear, um,

you said that you
solved the last clue

and found Glenn's prize
in a locker in the bus station.

That's right.

Okay, just checking.

I'm not sure why I'm here.

- Glenn wanted you to be a part
of the game from the start.

Okay, so, there is a card
for each of you.

So, first one...

Brooke.

- Oh!
- Okay.

"Dear Brooke,

"while you have...
terrible taste in books"...

"...it was kind of you
to invite me to your book club.

"My gift to you is a collection
of classic books

"for your club to enjoy.
Glenn."

Oh, that's very sweet.

I'm gonna go ahead
and pass on the books,

but it's still very, very sweet.

Next, we have...

Sue!

Oh...

"Dear Sue,

"make your chili
however you want.

"Beans or no beans,
it's the best damn chili

"I've ever had.
Glenn."

I always knew
he was a good man.

Okay, and...

Fred and Noah.

You read it.

No.

You do the honours.

"Dear Fred and Noah.

"If everything went as planned,

"my gift to you is each other."

- That's the best gift
I've ever received.

Same.

Aw...

"I leave the store
and all it's contents to you,

"my nephews,
and I wish you both,

"and Morgan as well,
a happy life,

"surrounded by things
I treasure most."

Hey, what?

And this also...

is yours.

It's the first edition of
A Christmas Carol.

Oh...

So, what about you, Emily?

Um...

Yeah, I...

I opened mine already.

It was a vintage collection
of Sherlock Holmes stories.

Aw.

Don't feel bad.
I got books too.

My first
Christmas Eve

in Fletcher's Grove.

Maybe I'll give myself
an early present.

If Chimera knew
I was still alive,

they would have
tracked me down by now.

So maybe it's time to do
what I should have done

when I first arrived here:

close the door on
everything that came before,

and start building a new life,
free of the past.

That sound...

it came from my store.

Sam?

Emily.

- What are you doing...?
Wha--

- I was-- I was...

Ah, I was actually
hoping to surprise you.

Well, mission accomplished!

And I didn't have any plans
for Christmas Eve, so...

This is...

so kind.

I don't...

Hey, you, uh...

you don't have to say anything.

- No, no, no, I want to.
I just-- I don't...

I don't know how to thank you.

I'm-- I'm not used to
being taken care of.

Yeah, I got that.

I think I was afraid.

Of, um...

That I just didn't-- that I...

I wouldn't know how to
be vulnerable anymore.

I'm a patient man.

Yeah.

I know.

But...

you don't have to be.

♪ You can leave the light on ♪

♪ Leave it on for me ♪

♪ You can leave the light on ♪

♪ I'm coming home ♪

♪ You can leave the light on ♪

♪ Leave it on for me ♪

♪ You can leave the light on ♪

♪ I'm coming home ♪

So, um...

it's snowing outside.

You wanna go for a walk?

I really do.

In your reindeer slippers?

- Um, yeah,
I gotta go change.

Alright, I'll clean this up.

Okay.

Hey...

♪ You can leave the light on ♪

♪ Leave it on for me ♪

♪ You can leave the light on ♪

♪ I'm coming home ♪

♪ You can leave the light on ♪

♪ Leave it on for me... ♪

See you in a sec.

Yeah.

Okay, bye!

Wilner.

I'm back!

You ready?

Sam?

Everything okay?

- I noticed a discrepancy
in your background check.

You said you lived with
your aunt and uncle

on the west coast,
but in your file,

it mentions they've
always lived in Maine.

- Did I say "west coast"?
I meant "east coast."

Ah.

I figured it was
something like that.

But I did a little digging.

I can't help myself;
I like to be thorough.

Couldn't find much on you.

But that didn't raise
any red flags...

- Sam...
- Until now.

Until my supervisor
called to order me

to drop all inquiries
into Emily Lane.

He wouldn't say
where that came from

but I'm guessing it was
pretty high up the ladder.

- You don't understand.
- Tell me I'm wrong.

Tell me you haven't
been lying to me.

Alright, then, well,

I just have one question
for you, Emily Lane...

Who are you, really?