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You want me to stop breathing too?

♪...You do what I want

I just want you to give me some damn space!

Back off!

Daniel, you're not helping.

You're literally lurking around.

♪ I do what I want... ♪

You're hovering, like a vulture.

Leave me alone.

♪ I don't care what you say.

Dan, you're always just... watching me.

Just leave me alone.

♪ See you later.

'Cause it's my job!

I'm supposed to watch her. I'm her fricken' bodyguard!

Yeah, except mostly, Daniel, mostly what you are

is a pain in my ass!

Yeah, real professional, Parker.

What?

♪ I'll show you how. It gets better. ♪

♪ Look what I found.

♪ I'll show you how, show you how. ♪

♪ Repeat the lessons. ♪

♪ Swallow them down. ♪

♪ I don't care what you say ♪

Hey!

Get the hell outta here!

What the hell?

I don't know, someone was there.

- Who? - They're gone now.

Whoever they are...

they're running.

God.

I will kill you.

Kill you!

Hi.

Phyllis Diaz, Debbie Blackwell.

Guess what.

They're at it again.

Debbie.

What a surprise.

This is the second day in a row.

These are your tenants, Ms. Diaz!

Mmhmm.

♪ Otro tiempo.

♪ En otro tiempo.

Hey, my meeting ran long.

Be at yours in 45?

Trouble in Madeira Park?

Huh, more like apprehension.

Team's short-staffed,

overworked.

Wondering how this new chain of command is going to go.

So you told them to shut up and do what they're told?

Today they just needed me to listen and nod.

So I did that.

Look, am I going to be too late for dinner?

Not if you hurry up and grovel when you get here.

I'll grab a bottle of wine.

Hey, find your own date, buddy.

What?

We don't need to be a public spectacle.

Yeah, sure we do.

Do you know that guy?

Doesn't matter.

For god's sake, girl, lighten up.

You are not taking me seriously.

Yes, Debbie,

of course I take noise complaints seriously.

I've made three of them.

- I know. - In two days.

That's why I drove all the way from Gibsons to deal with it.

Well, next time it happens, I'm not going to call you.

Good.

I'm going to call the police, then I'm going to make

a formal complaint. Just so you know.

Thank you, Debbie, for your open and forthright communication.

Hi.

I'm Phyllis Diaz. I own the house.

Yes.

- We spoke. - We did. Hi, Phyllis.

Hi. I uh, I tried calling, but I got voicemail.

Right. Yeah. No, we've just been--

We've been taking care of some things.

No need for an explanation. It's just, um...

Debbie Downer, the neighbor,

she has been a pain in the butt since I bought this place.

Long story short,

She's looking for trouble.

And you guys have signed a nice long lease,

which has totally saved my bacon,

So if you could just--

Oh, wow.

That's Gracie Westing of... of Gracie and Jade.

Hey.

I used to listen to you all the time on the radio.

Yeah, I love that song.

"Into the Night"?

It's so good.

Yeah, it's a good...

It's a good jam. Uh, this is Daniel

and Jeremy, Security and publicity.

Hi.

Listen, Phyllis, I am sure that I don't have to tell you

that Miss Westing is trying to fly under the radar.

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

Um, your secret's safe with me.

- Thank you. - But...

could you guys keep the noise down.

- Deal. Okay. - Okay.

- Bye-bye. - Thanks.

Wow.

I can't believe she called the landlord again.

I can.

Grow up.

Get it together.

Hey, uh...

I was gonna take a walk.

I don't know, maybe we could talk?

Nothing to really talk about.

- Okay, I should go. - Ah.

No, seriously, I should.

Holly's gonna wonder where I've been.

Karl, trust me, she will not.

- Oh! - Let me guess.

An early rising taxpayer with a grievance.

Yeah. What else?

Wow, how do you do that?

Yeah. There are two buttons, you know?

You press the one that is red and it says decline.

And they just, uh, they go away?

- Poof! Yeah. - Poof.

Wow. Damn.

How often do you do that with me?

Uh... almost never.

- Mmm. - Yeah.

Morning, sunshine. Where'd you sleep last night?

Not judging. Just... just jealous.

Oh, for God's sakes.

Hey, is there a law

that prevents neighbors from being neurotic

round the clock pains in the rear end?

- Her again? - Mmhmm.

Is she threatening?

- No. - Trespassing?

Unfortunately not.

Sorry.

Debbie. Hi.

Huh? Yes, I hear you.

♪ Morning slips in like...

♪ My past

♪ Morning slips in...

♪ On glass.

♪ Morning slips in like whispers on glass.♪

♪ Soft as a breath

♪ of tide.

♪ The footsteps unfold where shadows have passed.♪

♪ Find the space left behind...♪

What? That was great.

No. It's fluff.

It means nothing.

I-- I cannot do this on my own.

Hey, please don't say that.

You were always the talent, and he turned his back on you.

Okay?

you are going to write an album

and it is going to be great. This is your comeback.

You just don't get it, do you?

What?

- Where are you going? - Out.

Daniel, go with her, please.

- No! - This is what we pay him for!

This landlord thing,

I thought it would be a slam dunk.

by the house, rent it out.

No fuss, no muss, obscene profits

and, you know, scowl at the tenants

and utter the occasional threat.

Like Ebenezer Scrooge.

Yeah, my role model.

Are there no prisons?

No workhouses?

Except it's not what it's cracked up to be.

Sort of like town council.

You think it's going to be all expense accounts

and abuses of power, and then your phone

blows up with taxpayers. Everyone wanting something now.

Oh, it's like

you work for the public or something.

Yeah. And then you've got Mayor Machiavelli.

Yeah.

Here.

No, don't worry about it. Sorry, it's my bad.

It's okay.

- Phyllis-- - Never mind.

- It's okay. I'm just-- - Ridiculously stressed.

I'm just too busy to be stressed.

So... what do you think?

Uh, as far as admission letters go, it's...

It's really good.

Ship it.

That school only had

a four percent acceptance rate last year.

With your LSAT score, your experience,

if they don't let you in, to hell with them.

Morning, Chief.

Uh, give me a sec.

Chief. Uh, about last night.

It looked like you were having fun.

A decent club in Madeira Park. Who knew?

Your friend.

Vanessa.

Yeah. It looked like she was--

having way too much fun. Um, yeah. Uh...

Vanessa drinks.

I don't. Not anymore.

What you do on your own time is not my business.

But as your friend, I'm glad to hear it.

Half a dozen mocktails. Yum.

Chief. Um...

I'm a chance.

You took it.

I won't let you down.

That's why you're here.

Daniel, where is she?

Like I said, I haven't seen her since she went out.

Wait. This morning?

She isn't inside.

Yes, I know that.

Thank you.

Genius. Where is her car?

I didn't take it.

You let her drive alone?

I didn't let her do anything, Parker.

For god's sake.

Search the area.

Is this like...

Look, not to criticize,

but is this, like, possibly an overreaction?

No. It's not.

Gracie, hi. It's me. Um...

Where are you?

I just need to know that you're okay, alright?

Please call me back. Please, please.

Well, thank you for finally showing up.

I have a business to run, in Gibsons.

Down at the beach another argument.

People argue, Debbie. It happens.

Well, explain that to the Porpoise Bay Police.

You called the cops?

Don't you turn this on me.

Oh, I am done being nice.

When you complained about construction,

when you killed my short-term rental license,

when you nitpicked everything

about these tenants, from garbage to parking,

I am done!

You are a pest

because you are bored, bitter, and alone.

You know what? Get laid, Debbie.

It does wonders.

How dare you!

Help! Help her!

Help her! Please!

Help, help!

Help her!

Help her, please!

Please! Somebody!

Help! Help! Help her!

Please!

Help!

Please help! Somebody!

Chief Alberg.

Larkin, Sir, with the Porpoise Bay precinct.

We met at Sergeant Sokolowski's midsummer barbecue.

- You remember? - He never forgets.

What have we got?

Started as a noise complaint, now an accidental death.

A tenant in the building.

- Gracie Westing. - The singer?

She's part of a pop duo with Jade Solanis.

Liza and I went and saw the concert

in Tacoma three years ago.

Huh.

He's the one who found her, one of the roommates.

Says he went out for a walk, came back,

and she was down near the beach, dead.

The ME is down there now.

How's Phyllis?

That's the homeowner.

She's okay, considering.

Shaken up.

Look at you, Sarge. All knowledgeable of pop stars.

Oh, my daughter liked them.

Concert was pretty good, actually.

Gracie and Jade.

Jade dropped off the radar a couple years ago.

Current whereabouts unknown.

I'll start with the guy who found her.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Peachy.

What brought you down here?

The usual.

Another complaint from Debbie, the neighbor.

Once you got here what happened?

Well, I gave Debbie a piece of my mind.

You speak to your tenants?

No. I didn't have time.

I heard a scream.

It came from down there.

I'm sorry, Phyllis.

I'll check in with you later, okay?

Doctor Clyburn.

She was young.

And talented, so I'm told.

What a waste.

How long has she been here?

Not long.

Impaled.

Are there signs of a struggle?

Autopsy will tell us more.

We're thinking this was an accident?

Possible. I mean,

she could have lost her balance and fell.

With enough force to break through that railing?

Sir?

Found this near the water. Could be hers.

See if the lab can resurrect it.

Assuming that phone was hers,

If it made it all the way to the water...

Sir?

Somebody had to have thrown it.

The trajectory of the fall...

doesn't add up.

Unless she was propelled.

He has his moments.

So do you.

I should have been with her.

Well, she's pretty independent, so...

Just uh... stay here a second.

He's the bodyguard, Daniel Moon.

Tried to get a statement

but he's pretty shook up.

Both guys say they haven't seen Gracie since this morning.

Let's bring Daniel to the station.

Third roommate.

That is the vic's manager, Parker Lamont.

There's no answer on her cell, and Daniel hasn't seen her

since early afternoon.

Keep trying.

Timelines, comings and goings of everyone, including Gracie.

Okay.

Cars coming and going

at all hours, loud music, fighting.

Who's fighting, ma'am?

Oh, they all fought.

I have video if you want to see.

And then a while ago, there was another fight.

Someone was shouting, a woman.

Just one woman.

I couldn't really hear because the music.

But then someone screamed.

You go take a look?

No. I called the police.

And when was the last time you saw Gracie Westing?

This morning.

She peeled out of here in that car of hers like a maniac.

And then I didn't see her again

till, you know, down there, impaled.

Hey, stranger.

Where are you?

Oh, well, I'm just heading home

to get ready for girls night with Phyllis.

I'm afraid that won't be happening.

You're canceling girls night, Karl?

That's a bit Trad-Wives of you.

I'm in Porpoise Bay. So's Phyllis.

There's been a death.

Phyllis was there when the body was found.

What?

We'll be back in Gibsons, but not till late.

God. What happened?

Is she okay?

Might be good if you could meet her

at the station. She's pretty shook up.

Wait.

Porpoise Bay, not her rental property?

- Let me through... - Ma'am, ma.am...

Let me through! I'm staying here. I'm staying here!

Leave me alone.

- Gracie?! - I gotta go.

Karl...

Thanks.

Hey!

Gracie? What's happening?

- Woah, easy. - What's happening?

- Excuse me, what's going? - It's okay.

What's going on?

And you are?

I am Parker. I am Gracie's manager.

What is going on, please?

I'm afraid Miss Westing is dead.

Oh my God! Oh my God!

I'm sorry.

I'm-- I'm not just her manager, we're friends. We...

we've been friends since forever.

Since... since elementary school.

The four of you were here because...

Gracie.

She's... she's working on new material.

So we were just here to help her,

to support her.

She needed to get out of Seattle, so I arranged it.

I...

I was the one to look after her, you know?

She... she relied on me for everything.

When did you last see Gracie?

I don't know. This morning, around noon.

I've been half frantic looking for her all day.

She was alone. She knew how dangerous that was.

Why is that?

Oh, dear God, you don't know.

Gracie had a stalker.

That's why we had to leave Seattle.

He's insane.

I dealt mostly with Parker.

Um...

I only saw Gracie Westing once, briefly, that's it.

Well, until I saw her for the second time, she was...

Oh, that poor girl.

Phyllis.

We're almost done.

Are you okay?

Yeah, they signed a lease.

Not that that's the only tragedy here right now, you know.

It's more like number three, but still.

You finish up here, I'll drive you home.

Thanks.

Okay.

Stalker's name is Brendan Jeffries.

He is for real.

Lives in Seattle, obsessed fan.

Gracie got a restraining order against him six months ago.

Where is he now?

Family thinks he left Seattle a few days ago,

but they don't know where he is.

Put out the BOLO, check the ferry terminal records.

Let's assume he's been here, still is.

Okay.

He seemed kind of innocent...

at first. He, um...

he came from a wealthy family, so he didn't have to work.

He could just follow Gracie and Jade around on tour.

After the breakup, Gracie took some time off and he--

he started sending her these weird letters.

Weird how?

One of them had a photo of her house.

After the restraining order, was there contact?

Yeah. He confronted her in a parking lot

and Daniel tuned him up pretty bad and chased him off.

That's why we came here.

And you believe he followed?

Daniel thought that

he might have seen someone

watching the house the other day, maybe.

I mean, it's not just

Brandon Jeffries I'm worried about.

It's... it's Jade.

Gracie's ex-partner?

Right. And ex-lover.

The breakup messed her up for, like, two years,

and she was just pulling it together.

You know, she was writing songs, and we were--

we were going to try to reinvent her as a solo artist.

But she and Jade were in contact again,

and I know I can't prove it.

I just, I know, I-- I know that they were.

I know Gracie.

Chief Alberg.

Jade Solanis is toxic. He is a manipulator.

He was controlling her.

Get this.

Gracie and Jade were talking to each other again.

That would have been one hell of a reunion tour.

Liza would have loved it.

Right...

Liza.

Where are we on the alibis for the entourage?

The publicist

claims he was on a call with an LA record producer.

And the bodyguard says

he fell asleep watching football.

Okay, well, we can add Brendan Jeffries to the suspect list.

Manager says someone was watching

the house a couple of days ago.

I'll follow up.

Anything else?

Yeah. Warrants for the phone records,

motel rooms for the entourage.

The house is still a crime scene.

Poor Phyllis.

News travels fast.

"Gracie Westing found dead in Porpoise Bay, Washington."

I'll tell the Chief.

- I can't believe it. - I know.

Unbelievable.

Thanks.

Skinny latte coming up.

Be wild and have a Danish?

I'm mainly here to see how you're doing.

I'd be a lot better if everybody stopped asking me.

Gracie Westing. Oh my God.

Now I can't rent my damn rental because it's a crime scene,

and now it's just a sinkhole for my money.

- I didn't-- - Eat the Danish.

I'm busy.

- Okay. - Next?

Another latte.

Ready to go, kiddo?

I don't feel like it.

Yeah, I get that.

But it is your first day back to school.

Did you see her?

Gracie Westing, yeah.

I'm sorry, kiddo.

Someone really killed her?

You know, I was 14 when I got suspended from school.

You got suspended?

Smoking. Not pot! It was just cigarettes.

And it wasn't even me. It was my idiot friend Lumley.

I got blamed, So...

Seriously lame events.

I was a seriously lame kid.

Not like you.

- Well. - Come on.

You didn't rat out your friend, so there's hope for you yet.

Remember when we saw Gracie and Jade at the Tacoma Dome?

Yeah.

They put on a pretty damn good show, didn't they?

It was good until you started singing along.

That was embarrassing. You were the only

guy at the concert wearing a polo shirt and boat shoes.

Those were dancing shoes, young lady.

Get it right.

Okay.

Still, it does suck that they broke up.

I hear that Jade guy just left the music business

and disappeared off the face of the Earth.

He's been spotted on the Sunshine Coast.

What? How do you know that?

I'm still on their fan page. People are talking about it.

Why do you think Gracie moved to Porpoise Bay?

Pretty sure she wanted to get back together.

No trauma to the head,

but bruising on the upper arms could be consistent with--

Grabbing and shoving.

Smartest guy in Gibson, just like they said.

There's bruising across her lower back, too.

The neighbor heard screaming.

And she'd had sex.

Gracie, not the neighbor, sometime that afternoon.

Okay.

So Jade may have

already been on the Sunshine Coast,

and that's why Gracie came here.

According to a fan page.

That could just be rumor or wishful thinking.

Isabella?

We need social media confirmation

that Jade Solanis is on the Sunshine Coast.

I can look into it.

Check the ferries logs too.

If he is in the area, he is one hell of a person of interest.

Did anything else come up?

Uh, yeah. Our Porpoise Bay guys

found Gracie's car outside a market on the edge of town.

Old-fashioned shoe leather, I love it.

And I got them checking CCTV footage in the area.

Hopefully we can see where she went.

And who she was with.

Sokolowski.

Whoa, whoa.

Can you repeat that?

Boss, there's a disturbance at the hospital.

Some crazy guy tried to break into the morgue.

He's demanding to see Gracie Westing's body.

I guess Gracie stalker's in town.

Go.

Why were you at the morgue, Brendan?

I... needed to see her.

Why is that?

I had to know if it was true.

They killed her.

Who's "they"?

You're supposed to be the cops.

Gracie has a restraining order against you, Brendan.

Why are you on the Sunshine Coast?

That was all just a misunderstanding.

They wouldn't believe me.

We searched your car.

We found one of Gracie's turtlenecks.

How do you get that?

An online auction. What the hell kind of--

I can show you a receipt.

8 p.m. last night, where were you?

I don't know. At my motel?

Anybody see you?

Probably at the front desk.

You see Gracie yesterday?

I think you were watching the house.

Am I right?

You were doing that the day before too?

Mind telling me why?

I need--

I needed to protect her.

- What made you think-- - No.

No. I want my uh, phone call.

I want my phone call!

All right.

Where are you at with Brendan's timeline?

Jeffrey's alibi checks out.

He was getting towels from the motel clerk at 6:30,

around the time that Gracie was murdered.

The motel security footage confirms it.

So there's no way

that he could drive out to Porpoise Bay

in time to be our guy.

Chief?

Brendan Jeffrey's lawyer is on the line.

That was fast.

He's calling from Seattle, Roland Wick.

He's with Cates, Carmody, LeBlanc.

They're heavyweights.

If the Jeffrey's can afford them,

then Brendan must be living in one heck of a basement.

We're not going to be able to hold him.

Not for trespassing at the morgue.

Well, he did violate

the conditions of the restraining order.

The complainants deceased.

It's moot.

We're gonna have to cut him loose.

Yes, sir.

CCTV?

Uh, no.

I will contact you the second we hear.

Line two.

Hello?

- Going my way, gorgeous? - I wish.

Where are you going in the middle of the day?

Coffee run. You want to come?

I can't. I just finished a library admin session

and I'm headed to a council meeting.

I'll give you a ride. Come on.

Opposite direction, but thanks.

How's Phyllis?

I don't know.

Um. She's normal, I guess.

Or at least trying to be anyway.

But she found a dead body on her beach.

That's the opposite of normal.

Depends on your line of work.

True.

Yeah, well, we all process things in different ways.

"Normal" sounds nice though.

Are you okay?

Mmhmm. See each other tonight?

Damn straight.

Cassandra?

You think we'll ever be normal?

Do we want to be normal?

I'll see you later.

Phyll...

You got a second?

I have about half of one.

Listen.

Um... as your best friend

Do you remember 12th grade?

Of course not.

I'm elderly and adult. Uh, why?

You're a social convener.

You were chair of the prom committee.

And you were carrying extra courses,

and you kept insisting that you were fine.

And then you had a breakdown.

And you spent three weeks in bed.

Just-- I'm picking up the same vibes here.

I'm fine!

I have things to do, actually.

And I just need everyone

to leave me alone.

Starting with you.

Sarge? Porpoise Bay guys came through.

Uh... there's Gracie's car.

Oh, yeah, and there's Gracie.

Any footage of the driver?

That's all we got. Driver never gets out.

Hmm.

Can you go in on the license plate?

Oh, yeah. Nice work.

Run it.

Chief? The vehicle is a rental from a local outfit.

I just talked to the manager.

It was rented to someone named Colton Reed.

R-e-e-d.

That's him. Jade. "Jade Solanis" is a stage name.

His given name is Colton Reed.

Are you sure?

Ask a fanboy.

We'll need the address the rental agency has on file.

As soon as we have it, get a unit out there.

Put out a BOLO on the silver SUV.

That's the driver.

Early 30s African American, okay.

That's our guy.

Daniel, I'm not saying this is easy,

but I need you to get over it, okay, please.

She was seeing Jade.

Yes. What difference does that make?

You knew!

If you had done your job properly and protected her,

it wouldn't have happened.

I loved her.

Of course you did.

- We all did. - No.

I loved her.

Daniel...

what you and Gracie had, she didn't think of that way, okay?

I'm sorry. I know. I know it's hard to hear,

but you have to let it go.

Excellent news. I'll let him know.

Chief? Jade Solanis was just stopped by a traffic unit.

He's heading for the ferry.

- Bring him in. - Okay.

Jade Solanis...

You're a hard man to track down.

What the hell is this about?

I haven't done anything wrong.

When did you last see Gracie Westing?

I saw her yesterday.

What time?

We spent the afternoon together at my place.

We worked on a song.

Afterwards, I drove her back to...

her rental place she was staying at by the Ocean.

She'd been drinking, so we left her car.

This afternoon, where were you going?

That's my business.

We sent an officer to the house you were renting.

He said

it looked like somebody cleared out in a hurry,

like you were making a run for it.

I heard she was dead.

And you think I killed her?

"Jade Solanis is toxic." "He controlled Gracie."

Excuse me?

According to Parker Lamont.

You disagree?

Parker thought she owned Gracie. She tried to own me, too.

It doesn't work that way.

She is the single biggest reason

I left the music industry, Parker Lamont.

But me and Gracie...

we were soulmates.

And yeah, we were volatile.

We just needed a break.

Even on opposite sides of the world,

we were still...

connected.

So we stayed in touch.

She came here.

She was writing that song, and...

and we knew, we knew that it was time...

It was time to reunite.

Gracie and Jade.

Did Parker know this?

Parker made it her business to know everything

about Gracie.

Digital forensics cracked Gracie's cell phone.

Her text should be in your inbox.

Great. Chief wants us to look into her finances.

I'll start digging in.

It was you, wasn't it?

Call the cops!

He killed Gracie Westing!

It was him!

Now!

It was him!

Slow down.

Tell me this again.

He killed Gracie, not me!

Who killed Gracie?

Daniel!

I have proof.

She texted me.

Gracie texted you?

Yes, yes.

When?

Last week. Get my phone.

I'll show you.

She said that she was afraid and she needed my help.

And so I came.

You've been watching the house ever since?

Yes.

Watching her.

And him.

He followed her everywhere. He was hovering.

He's the one. He has to be.

And I didn't stop him in time, and...

This is my fault.

Oh my God. She really did text him.

"Brendan, I'm scared."

The guy was stalking her?

"Porpoise Bay. Find me."

"Hurry!"

These originated from Gracie's phone,

but doesn't mean she sent them.

If not her, then who?

Well, obviously someone who had something to gain.

Someone who wants her to feel frightened,

be dependent.

Chief!

Come take a look at this.

Gracie's income was held within a corporation,

and the sole signing officer was her manager.

- Parker Lamont. - Mmhmm.

Now, there were lump sums deposited monthly

into Gracie's personal account.

And these?

Into a different account held by Parker.

She's skimming.

I looked after her always.

She relied on me for everything.

Parker thought she owned Gracie,

and she tried to own me, too.

Get Parker.

Parker! Open up!

Parker!

Parker! Open up!

Yeah! Yep!

Parker!

- What do you want? - What happened to Gracie?

She got mixed up with you.

That is what happened, and she ruined her life.

No, what happened last night?

I dropped her off. She was fine. She was happy!

Get away from me!

What happened?

I'll call the police!

Good, you do that! Now tell me what happened!

You tried to take her from me.

You killed her.

- My God, you killed her! - Get out!

Out!

Drop the knife! Back up!

Back up! Turn around.

Get on your knees!

Get down on your knees!

Parker Lamont!

You are under arrest

for the murder of Gracie Westing.

Two nights ago, when Gracie came home,

what happened?

I... I couldn't tell you. I wasn't there.

Yes, you were.

You confronted her.

Why would I do that?

For choosing Jade Solanis.

You're a fool.

You're fired.

What the hell?

Gracie and Jade were reuniting.

That's what she told you, isn't it?

There was no place for you.

Gracie...

I'm the one that takes care of you.

I work my ass off.

You would be nothing without me.

Hey!

You trying to reason with her but she wouldn't listen.

Let go of me!

Don't you dare!

Gracie, no!

You didn't set out to kill her, did you?

Things got out of control.

Do yourself a favor.

You talk to me,

cooperate,

I'll take that into account.

Lawyer.

That's too bad.

- Hey. - Hey.

I just wanted to, uh, thank you for that intel on Jade.

It really came in handy.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You know, I think you have the makings

of one heck of a police officer.

Face says it all. Okay. Yep. Cringe.

The Zen Dogs

are playing in Seattle next month.

I know you like that band.

Maybe I get us some tickets.

I'll bring my boat shoes.

Anyways... thanks, Liza.

Dad?

Yeah, sweetheart?

You're the one who found Jade?

Yeah, I mean, Chief kind of helped, but mostly me.

It's kind of cool.

So what's he like?

Just way too handsome.

- Really? - Yeah.

I'm still at work.

No rest for the wicked.

Plans for tonight?

I was thinking I'll make dinner.

My place in an hour.

Oh, God, yes. But...

um... make it an hour and a quarter.

Chicken cacciatore.

Perfect.

Karl...

how normal.

Okay.

I'm a jerk.

- Phyllis-- - No. Just listen.

It's a mess.

The finances. Dominic the dork

drained the bank accounts after we split,

and I've been trying to dig myself out of this hole

for two years.

Phyllis, you never told me.

Now I have a new hole to dig myself out of

with this rental, and I didn't tell you--

Because that's just what we do.

No, it's what I do. I...

I... I tell jokes, and I... I paddle my feet

as fast as I can even though I'm sinking.

And I know that because I'm supposed to be your best friend.

Except...

I've been avoiding this, too, because--

I didn't want to-

No, I didn't want to

because it is messy and it's embarrassing and...

Basically, I'm a crap friend, aren't I?

Sometimes.

But most of the time, you're a great friend.

And I went and bit your head off--

Okay. Shut up.

No, you shut up.

Phyll, shut up.

I'm sorry. Are you okay?

No.

But I will be.

Are we okay?

Yeah. We're great.

Then why are we standing on the sidewalk

blubbering like two grown women?

I don't know, but I'm not blubbering.

You're blubbering.

Oh! Shut up!

♪ I will be your safe place. ♪