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Hm.

Brett?

Hello?

Brett?

Honey?

Is that you?

Oh!

This morning is cursed.

First, my alarm doesn't go off.

Then my hair does this.

I like your hair.

Now, I cannot find my earrings.

Bedside table drawer.

Ah!

Is there any mystery you can't solve?

Aah.

At least now you'll get what you need

now that the budget's gone through.

Well, this is happening.

What?

I asked Mayor Holman to meet before work...

and she's just agreed.

Why not just talk to her at the party?

This isn't a conversation we can have at a party.

Confidential council business.

Oh, yeah.

Now who's being a sphinx?

Uh-huh.

Frustrating, isn't it?

Okay, bye!

- Bye! - Bye.

Someone left these for me.

Left?

At the library.

I don't know who, and I can't be certain they're genuine,

but I wanted to show them to you first.

Before...

Next steps.

Ooh!

Sounds sinister.

Printouts of emails and text messages

between you and Natalie.

A road...

you want the town to build to service land

held by Holman Developments.

These are copies?

I kept the originals.

You're using taxpayer dollars

to service your company's new subdivision.

That will create hundreds of jobs

and infuse millions of dollars into the local economy.

Christie, this is a breach of trust.

Wh-what do you want, Cassie?

Your new art center?

This isn't about what I want.

Quid pro quo.

Here we have quid. I'm waiting for quo.

I have to release this.

To council and to the media.

Look, I'm sorry, believe it or not.

You've done a lot of good over the years.

My lawyers are on standby

and they're very good lawyers.

So, you better be sure.

I'll show myself out.

Cassandra.

Give me 24 hours before you release these.

See you at the party tonight.

Uh, you and Karl.

Give your mother my best.

Good news.

The independent investigators cleared you for active duty.

Staties just had to cross their T's, dot their I's.

It was always a good shooting.

Thanks, Chief.

Laila.

I'm- I'm good, sir.

Really.

Nobody's good.

Not after something like this.

You sleeping?

Yes, sir. Uh, enough.

Four or five hours.

We pulled in Garvey from night shift

till Sid's back at work, so...

If you need a break, you tell me.

Understood, sir. Thank you.

You mean a lot to this team, Corporal.

You be kind to yourself, okay?

Uh, no, no, no!

Put that in the dining room, please.

- Yes, ma'am. - Thank you.

We'll say they're fakes.

Except they're not.

Some of these are from me and from you.

I warned you both.

How the hell did she get these?

She said that someone delivered them anonymously.

So, what are you going to do?

Well, she's gonna fight.

Obviously.

We will go ahead with the gathering.

Of course.

Head high.

And we find out who leaked these,

and we nuke their credibility.

This is unbelievable.

Okay.

Through there.

Wait, also, why are you going to this again?

Party at Mayor Holman's house.

The council's gonna be there.

All the movers and shakers of Gibsons.

Mmm.

And I promised Cassandra.

Not bad! Looking like a real adult.

Yeah.

Okay, Dad, you're not wearing those socks.

Yeah, I'm gonna grab you a better pair.

Don't move.

So, uh, when are you gonna ask Cassandra to move in?

You'd want that?

Why not?

I really like her and she makes you happy.

Well, I thought about it.

Just go for it.

Nail your courage to whatever it is.

Nail your courage?

This Scottish play, we're taking in school.

It's a good line, if I could remember it.

Ask Cassandra.

Holy crap.

Something wrong?

What's this?

Socks.

This.

It was in your sock drawer.

Your grandmother's.

Yeah, I thought I lost it,

but then I found it ten years ago.

And I was saving it for you or your sister.

But then...

But?

Really?

I'm waiting for the right moment.

Thanks, kiddo.

Mm-hmm.

Probably take this.

Those socks are horrible. They gotta go.

Well, they're gym socks.

It's screw your courage.

Screw my courage?

To the sticking place.

I'm way overdressed.

How was your day?

Ah, god, it was a day.

- Yeah? - You got it?

Well, maybe drinking all the mayor's the booze will help.

Let's just get this over with.

Thank you so much for coming tonight.

Holly and I, uh, we were...

well, we were talking about living arrangements and--

Right. College is right around the corner, isn't it?

Oh, that's not for another year.

But I- I was just, uh...

Hey! Councilwoman.

State senate.

That's what this thing's about.

The big announcement.

Christie is gonna run for state senate.

You know this or you're guessing.

Would it surprise you?

Twenty bucks.

Karl.

- Good to see you. - Doc.

Yeah, when you clean him up, he's almost presentable.

We haven't actually met.

Lance Greenwood, Chief of Staff at Gibsons Hospital.

Cassandra Lee.

Of course you are.

My wife, Claire.

And, uh...

I've got a bone to pick with you, Chief.

Our patient intake rate for violent crimes

is down 28 percent since you took over.

Are you trying to put me out of business?

Ha-ha.

Lance Greenwood.

You look amazing.

You too, Claire.

Oh, thank you so much for coming.

Uh... hi.

Natalie Holman.

Cassandra used to babysit me.

She was painfully responsible.

Well, she still is.

Most of the time.

Oh, thanks a bunch.

Pleased with yourself?

That isn't a word I'd use.

Hmm.

Hi. Come on in.

Hello.

Come on in, it's speech time.

Gosh, thank you all so much for coming.

Uh, it is really wonderful to see so many friendly faces.

Well...

I had planned to make a major announcement tonight.

As most of you know, the Holman family

has been active in the civic life of Gibsons

for three generations.

Like my father and his father,

I have dedicated my career

both as a doctor, and...

believe it or not, as a mayor...

to healing.

But I am a doctor, first and foremost.

And I had planned, which I think

one or two of you is aware,

I'm looking at you, Lance Greenwood.

I had planned to announce

the Holman Family Legacy project.

The fundraising drive for a new critical care wing

at Gibsons Hospital.

Yes.

Thank you.

But I... I can also announce

that I will be spearheading this project

as a private citizen.

I've decided to resign as your mayor of Gibsons,

effective immediately.

I know, I know, I know.

It might come as a surprise.

After years of serving my community,

it's time to devote myself to family,

the charitable work of the Holman Foundation,

and my nearest and dearest.

My beautiful daughter Natalie and her husband,

Robert Scott, and, uh, my son, Brett.

Okay. All right.

All right, hold the applause.

Um... before we break apart,

I'd like everyone to, um, order yourself a couple big drinks

and write me a couple big checks because the fundraising

begins tonight.

Bravo.

Bravo, Christie!

... stunned the gathering by announcing her resignation,

just months after her re-election.

You're listening to Sunshine Coast Radio, KMFT.

Come on, you really didn't know?

No.

That meeting you had this morning.

Some things came to light, and I'm dealing with it.

What things?

Okay. This is confidential.

All right?

Someone left me a package of documents anonymously.

They have emails and text messages.

They suggest malfeasance on Christie's part.

Why send them to you?

I don't know, as the councilor most likely

to screw her courage?

I had that meeting.

I confronted her, Christie denied it,

and then she asked for 24 hours

before I made it public.

Well, I'm gonna need to see those documents.

No, you're not.

And you're not gonna tell anyone about it.

You said malfeasance.

I also said confidential.

Good night, Karl.

Brett?

Honey, is that you?

Oh!

I took a look like you asked.

Concussion, but no skull fracture.

CT scan is clear. Blow to the side of the head.

Could it have resulted from a fall?

No. Someone hit her.

She's lucky to still be alive.

I'm Mayor Holman's daughter.

I'd like to see her.

You stay here.

Nobody comes in or out except medical staff, okay?

I'd like to see her now.

You, uh, you've been updated on your mom's condition?

Her quiet strength should inspire us all.

Brett!

You're the one who found her?

Yes, and called it in.

I've already spoken to one of your officers.

Walk me through it again.

I woke up early.

Her resignation was all over the news.

She needed to release a statement, so I drove over

to help her write it.

This would've been around 6:30.

She wasn't in the house.

I went outside and she was just lying there.

Where were you, Brett?

In my room. I live there.

I woke up when I heard the ambulance.

When did you go to bed?

I went to my room right after her speech.

I didn't come out the rest of the night.

When did you leave the party?

Just before midnight.

Some of the caterers were still there cleaning up.

Then Robert and I drove home.

I realize your mom has enemies, most people in her position do.

But could you think of anyone who would wish her harm?

Your girlfriend.

Hey, Corporal. Jeez, it's bright out there.

Yeah, it's called daytime.

Well, six months of night shift, now all of a sudden,

I emerge, blinking in the sunlight like a mole.

Well, get used to it, 'cause Sarge is

in physio all afternoon, and for the rest of the week,

he's in Tacoma testifying at an old drug trial.

Holman's conscious.

Hospital is gonna call as soon as she's ready to talk.

You asked about the caterers. Harry?

Uh, yeah. Company's called Provence Catering.

I'll need the names of everybody who worked at the mayor's party,

times when they left.

You got it, boss.

Chief?

Cassandra's here.

This is for you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

I can't believe this.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah. Here.

Not without gloves.

Uh, they are emails between Holman and her daughter

discussing how to convince council to build a road

to their benefit.

There's no name on the envelope.

Any idea who dropped it off?

No. Library cameras didn't pick that up.

I'm gonna need to take your fingerprints.

For elimination purposes.

Come on.

Wow.

Mayor Holman's accident wasn't... was it,

an accident?

Of course, you can't tell me anything.

Thumbs.

Karl, am I a suspect?

After I dropped you off, you go out again?

My god, I am a suspect.

Other hand.

No, I stayed home.

Can anyone confirm that?

My neighbors have a doorbell camera

aimed directly at my house.

Did you go straight home?

- And stayed there. - Hm.

Holly can sign an affidavit.

- You're done. - Oh.

Is Holman gonna be okay?

I think so.

Well, that's something.

Get outta here before I arrest you.

Okay. Bye.

Fingerprinting my girlfriend, that's a new one.

Well, on the plus side...

No, nothing.

There isn't one.

What have we got?

A large time window for the assault,

between midnight and 6:30 AM.

Looks like caterers put the empty wine bottles

in the garage as per Holman's instructions.

Forensics will not be happy about testing

80 some odd bottles for blood.

Documents?

Emails. Collusion to get the town to pay for a new road.

Chief...

The hospital says the mayor's okay to see you.

Come with me.

Let's get these checked for prints.

Maybe we'll identify the sender.

When you are a lawyer, you'll be way too important.

But for now...

- No small job. - Yeah.

I'll get 'em to forensics for you.

Cassandra.

Cassandra Lee?

Warren.

Oh my god, I don't believe this.

You look great!

God, just imagine, bumping into you!

What the hell are you doing here?

Okay, um...

Full disclosure...

I knew that you were living here and doing so well.

It's a beautiful part of the world.

I love it here already.

And... I want to apologize.

When you knew me in Sacramento, I was...

I was, I was messed up.

And I did some things that I regret.

And I'm hoping...

we could have lunch or something and talk.

If not...

well, I'm not gonna blame you.

We now return you

to your regularly scheduled life.

There was no one home.

After all the guests had gone,

the caterers,

they packed up and they left.

And then I told my staff to come back and finish cleaning.

The next morning.

And then...

I- I went on a walk.

I'm her doctor, for God's sake!

I- I just heard, I was on the damn golf course.

Do you really have to do this now?

She has a concussion.

It's okay, Lance.

You can wait outside until we're finished, Doctor.

Five minutes.

When you were out there,

did you see anything, hear anything?

No, I don't remember. I sat down.

Then I...

was walking and then I was here.

I really messed everything up, didn't I,

for everybody?

Cassandra told you?

Your son was in the house?

He was in his room.

Oh, my head, my head.

We'll pick this up later.

Someone tried to kill her?

Well, I mean, I never really liked her... much,

but god, that poor woman.

Baseball bat. That's what I'm hearing.

Okay, Bree, people are trying to eat.

Life support. Vegetative state.

Okay, you've heard a lot more than I have.

- I've gotta go. - Okay.

Hi, Todd. Hard at work?

Cassandra.

I was early this morning.

Thirty minutes.

The Morte. Classic.

Uh, yeah. Lancelot, right?

One of the best knights in the universe.

It's really nice...

your library.

Thanks.

Of course, it's nothing like Sacramento.

Back in the day.

Warren, um...

They let me go.

After the incident.

You probably knew that.

Or guessed.

It's completely unfair.

But not a lot in life is fair.

Is it?

At least not in my life.

I actually need to work.

So do I.

I could really use a job.

Just a chance to get back on my feet.

Rebuild my life after what you did to me.

- What I did? - After what happened.

Look, I know I was partially to blame.

I just thought...

Old time's sake?

You could hire me to work here.

I don't think so, Warren.

I'm a good librarian.

I need you to leave now.

For god's sake, you hired him.

The bushman of Gibsons.

She needs you to leave now.

So much for friendship.

Warren, I can't help you.

Won't help me.

You're not gone yet.

Todd. Todd. It is okay.

I knew him in Sacramento.

Uh... I've, uh, I've never been.

Yeah, I loved it there.

He made you leave?

No, it's not like that.

Warren was a friend.

He wanted more. I didn't.

Things got weird.

Um, and I came to Gibsons.

It's all good.

Thanks for coming in, Brett.

Like I had a choice.

It's been a tough day for you and your family.

You and your mom were alone at the house last night.

Caterers left around 1:00 AM.

Unless one of them snuck back.

You think that's what happened?

You're the detective.

You didn't hear anything?

No.

Any idea who might've attacked your mom?

Brett?

Perfect.

You think I did it.

I didn't say that.

I'm just asking you a question, son.

She's my mom!

And I'm not your damn son!

No.

I have no friggin' idea who attacked her.

How do you feel about your mom

resigning as mayor?

About damn time.

At least now you're gonna be able to see her more.

I guess.

Assuming I want to.

Or she does.

Look, can I just go?

I just wanna go back to the hospital.

Isabella!

Can we arrange a ride for Brett? He wants to go see his mom.

Yeah. Of course.

What a sweetheart.

You think he's telling the truth?

What are we looking at?

Seems like a few possibilities.

A stranger attack, neighbor, associate.

Or someone near and dear.

You think Holman knows more than she's telling us?

So, the mayor's still in the hospital?

She's doing better.

It's crazy what happened.

How is Brett?

I haven't seen him.

He got expelled.

- When? - Two days ago.

Holman had to come and collect him.

I mean, they're saying it's 'cause he skipped

too much school, but that's bogus.

I'm already late.

Emergency meeting. Town council.

We have to vote in a mayor pro tempore.

I will bring this one back. I promise.

Add it to your collection.

You haven't talked to her yet, have you?

No. I haven't found the right moment.

You guys.

If Brett wasn't expelled for skipping school, then why?

He threatened Mr. Kelly, his biology teacher.

I mean, Brett's a screwed-up guy.

I actually kind of feel sorry for him.

Chief, we may have found the weapon.

An empty wine bottle found in the woods near Holman's house.

- Prints? - Forensics says no.

Then it's just litter.

We may have something else, though.

The envelope used for the Deep Throat package

was self-adhesive, so no DNA.

With a single set of prints on both the envelope

and the printouts.

Cassandra's?

But digital forensics was able to identify printer make, model,

and serial number based on a machine identification code

printed on the documents.

Please tell me the printer's not registered to the library.

It's not registered anywhere. But if we find the printer...

We find Deep Throat.

Okay, well, let's send someone to the library,

check the printers just in case.

Printer patrol. I will send the mole man.

Harry, uh, he's still adjusting to the daylight.

Mayor Holman's son-in-law is in Interviewing 1.

Okay.

Tell me about your involvement

with Holman Developments, Mr. Scott.

My wife and I are the company.

Christie's the mayor. She stayed right out of it.

She didn't though, I mean, not according to those emails.

Any idea who might've sent that package?

No.

And I don't buy for a minute that these emails are legit.

Your wife--

Is a woman of complete integrity.

Unimpeachable.

Unlike ex-mayor Holman?

The woman's in the hospital, Corporal.

Maybe cut her some slack.

What about Brett?

Are you aware he was expelled from his school?

Christie wants to send him to a military academy.

The thing is, it's not even really Brett's fault.

The accident.

What accident?

The car accident.

When Brett was eight.

His father was killed.

Brett was in the vehicle.

He and David were very close.

I don't think he ever forgave Christie.

For...?

For being the parent who survived.

And finding out about the affair hasn't helped.

Um...

Forget I said that.

What affair?

Christie and Lance Greenwood.

It was a pattern of behavior.

We tried to address it quietly.

It's a good family, Chief Alberg.

Upstanding.

Christie delivered both my children.

Tell me more about this pattern of behavior.

Bullying. It escalated.

Anger issues.

Poor impulse control.

Violent ideation.

How long has this been going on?

It started with threats.

Drawings.

Then an altercation with a member of the faculty.

His biology teacher.

These drawings,

if you have any, I'd like to see them.

He was drawing this in class.

His violent ideation had to do with his mother.

Among others.

One of the emails from Holman to her daughter.

- Can I hold on to this? - Of course.

Garvey, what have you got for me?

I'm at the Holman place now, Chief.

No sign of Brett, but his printer is a match.

Make, model, serial number.

Let's find him.

It gets better.

Statement from one of the caterers.

They overheard a shouting match after the gathering broke up.

Brett and his mom?

No. Christie Holman and Claire Greenwood.

Lance Greenwood's wife.

Any idea where your son is, Doctor Holman?

He's not at home?

Is he missing?

When did you last speak to him?

He hasn't been here since yesterday.

Maybe he's at a friend's house.

Except he doesn't really have any friends.

Principal Napier show this to you?

Uh...

Listen, Brett and I have our challenges,

but he is my son.

Brett gave these to Cassandra?

Do you think Brett did it?

Your son wanted to destroy your political career.

He achieved his goal when you stepped down.

But your life was not what he was after.

Just...

Just... me being mayor.

What are you keeping from me, Doctor Holman?

I have told you.

I have absolutely no idea who might have hit me.

You had a confrontation with Claire Greenwood.

Laila.

Oh, sorry. Did I startle you?

No, no, no, no. I, uh...

got you...

a travel mug.

- Yay. - Yeah, thanks.

I'm- I'm glad that I caught you, actually,

'cause I was just gonna...

I was just gonna drop this off at the precinct.

It's...

it's just some stuff you left at my place.

Thanks.

So...

So, this is the kiss off then?

Your text said that you had good news?

Yeah. State patrol cleared me, so I...

as expected, am back to full duty.

That's great.

- I guess. - Yup.

I mean, I never had any doubts. It was always a good shooting.

A woman is dead.

Lai, how is that good?

Look, I'm still your friend.

I'm worried about you.

You have to carry that for the rest of your life.

You think I hadn't considered that?

I'm just saying, it--

No. Thank you.

Thank you for your opinions.

Have a terrific life.

What's this about?

I'm assuming you heard Doctor Holman

was attacked two nights ago?

I had nothing to do with it.

You were seen confronting the mayor after the gathering.

Nonsense.

We have a witness, ma'am.

Christie and I had words.

Can you blame me?

All these years, I thought she was my friend.

And then I find out that she and my husband...

Are having an affair.

I found out the day of the party.

Yes, I confronted her, and she swore it had

happened years ago, as if that makes any difference.

But I never attacked her physically.

What aren't you telling me, Mrs. Greenwood?

I drove back to her house later that night.

I shouldn't have. It was stupid.

I had been drinking.

What happened?

Nothing, uh... someone got there first.

Natalie.

- Natalie Holman? - Yes.

I didn't see her. Just her car.

What time was this?

Around 3:30.

And then I just turned around and I drove home.

But Natalie said she left at midnight, came back at 6:30.

Then I would say Natalie has some explaining to do.

Unless somebody else was driving her car.

You okay?

Sir?

Something happened.

No, no. Just, uh...

too much caffeine.

I'm good, I promise.

Not a good time.

Guess what?

You are sleeping with your bos.

Say what now?

Yeah, town council just elected their new mayor pro tempore.

Don't tell me.

Yeah. Last thing I expected or wanted but looks like.

Congratulations, Madam Mayor.

Am I gonna see you tonight or are you much too important

for me now?

Yes, I'll bring my gavel.

Okay, bye.

Harry's combing through security cam footage

from the night of Holman's gathering.

Just got this from the neighbors.

They've been away.

Rewind.

3:49 AM.

Not long after, Claire saw Natalie Holman's car.

Stop.

Does that look to you like...

Robert Scott.

Let's bring him in.

You and Natalie ran Holman Developments,

and you handled the books.

I'm an accountant. Of course I handled the books.

You were skimming, weren't you?

Oh, you can't just quit.

Okay? You have to fight.

If you leave the mayor's office,

then we have no cover.

We are ruined. I'm ruined!

What?

Auditors are combing through right now.

This is outrageous.

You needed Holman to channel public funds.

You also needed her to stay away from the company.

Because if she opened those books...

If you had any idea what I've done for that family.

You left the party in a panic.

Didn't you?

And you came back in a rage.

Honey, is that you?

Oh!

What are you talking about?

This you, Mr. Scott?

Why?

That's from a security cam next door to Holman's.

Around the time that she was attacked.

A witness places your wife's car

at the scene around the same time.

Then maybe you should speak to my wife.

You have a set of your wife's keys?

You ever borrow your wife's car?

You actually think I attacked Christie?

Why the hell would I do that, huh?

Well, you'd have killed her,

except something startled you.

Claire Greenwood's car.

You actually think I'd kill her?

Oh, you tried your best.

Luckily, your best doesn't add up to much.

You embezzled.

And once Holman found out what you were doing...

That family owes me!

I kept the company afloat.

I poured my heart, my life's blood,

and that smug, insufferable woman,

ruining me and then wagging her finger.

She's ruined me!

Garvey...

bring Mr. Scott into booking.

Yes, sir. With pleasure.

No...

Mom.

Well, hello, sweetheart.

I got it.

Thanks, Em. My son will drive me home.

You're supposed to be Wonder Woman.

Aww.

I'll mend.

Christie.

They won't let me walk, but just you wait till I get outside.

Look, I, uh, just wanted to say.

You're glad that I survived.

All things considered, so am I.

Mayor pro tem.

Well, they could've done worse. Good luck.

You too.

Um... Christie.

You've touched a lot of people's lives.

Yes, I have.

Bye.

I like your house.

We could start again.

We loved each other.

I tried to be your friend.

You made that impossible.

I almost died because of you.

You swallowed half a bottle of pills.

If you won't love me, then I will kill myself.

And then you told people, my friends,

that I had led you on.

- It was the truth. - The hell it was!

They believed me.

Yes.

Some of them did.

And it was awful.

I don't have a job.

I'm broke.

If you could at least just loan me some money.

$5,000.

Oh my-- you are joking!

Ten!

That would help.

That's the least you could do.

Go away.

Todd.

She's not gonna tell you again.

Okay, Todd, don't.

I tried to be kind.

It didn't work. I tried to be your friend.

That didn't work.

Get away from me, Warren, and stay away.

Do not come back here!

Go!

He was following you, so I followed him.

If he comes back, I'm around.

Thank you, Todd.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah, 9:00 AM.

Knock, knock.

Uh, in here.

You okay?

Of course. Why wouldn't I be?

Todd called the station.

Apparently, I'm on Cassandra's watch.

I got the night shift.

I don't need to be watched.

No, no you don't, but...

you do need to be careful.

Someone like Warren Carscadden can be...

dangerously unpredictable.

You know about him?

Yeah.

A few months ago, you told me that something

made you leave Sacramento, so...

You investigated me.

No, I just...

I looked into it a little.

I just wanted to see if you needed my help.

So, I called Sacramento PD, I asked a few questions and...

I was just looking after your safety.

I lost friends.

I lost a job that I loved, and I didn't do anything wrong.

And not for a second did I ever think you did.

It was humiliating. It was awful.

And Karl, if I'd wanted you to know about it,

I would have told you.

Yeah. And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Laila.

I thought we were done.

Don't worry.

I'm unarmed.

For god's sake.

Lai, come on.

Just give me your keys, okay?

Why?

A bartender is my friend, she...

she called.

God, look at you, you're...

You're wasted.

Isn't that supposed to be my job?

Lai, come on, just give me your keys. Okay?

You drive.

Um, I should probably just call you a rideshare.

Right?

Laila. Come on.

For your trouble.

My three-year chip.

Flush it somewhere.