All language subtitles for Wild Cards s03e05 Hot Tub Death Machine

[Max] Previously on
Wild Cards...

Was I crazy to think
she was gonna show?

Go, honey. Go to him.
I�ll be fine.

Mom?

You don�t know me, but I think
it�s time we met.

So why the hell
did you leave us?

Because staying would have

gotten you
and our daughter killed.

Mr. Varga is offering another
way to pay your remaining debt.

What�s the job?

You are going
to steal us a diamond.

[soft jazz plays]

Okay.
Eight-hour guard rotation,

three-level alarm system,
infrared cameras.

Child�s play, my darling.

Getting in yes,
but getting out?

Like sneaking an elephant
past airport security.

Oh, no, what kind
of attitude is that?

Realistic.

All right, kids,
let�s keep it positive.

Dad�s right.

We don�t figure out a way
to get the diamond out,

we all got a ticket
to Gedeon Varga�s meat locker.

Oh, that reminds me.
I�ve gotta pound my cutlets.

Mom, why do we have
five place settings here?

There�s only four of us.

[doorbell rings]

Are we expecting someone?

Happy birthday, Pumpkin?

[doorbell rings insistently]

Surprise! Happy birthday.

- No.
- What do you mean, "no"?

The reports of my birthday
have been greatly exaggerated.

Oh, but your cousin
Cheyenne said-

That was a teensy white lie.

Forgive me, kind sir.
So lovely to meet you.

Yes. Of course.

How was your flight
in from Ohio?

Oh, smooth
as mashed potatoes on a Sunday.

Cheyenne, what have you done?

Well, as long as I was in town
to celebrate George�s release,

I figured I�d make
a real party of it.

And I knew you wouldn�t want
to impose on your colleagues,

so I invited
Detective Ellis myself.

My little fib was just
to keep it a surprise for you.

Congratulations. You succeeded.

Well. So thoughtful. Please.

Of course.

Now, I believe you know
everyone else.

Ellis? What a surprise.

What he said.

Believe me,
I�m the surprised one, okay?

Cheyenne told me
that it was Max�s birthday.

Cheyenne! Oh, you
naughty little scamp.

Guilty as charged.

Would you be a dear
and find somewhere to put these?

Don�t tempt me.

Hey, cuz,
can I talk to you for a minute?

Now, Max, it would be rude
to leave our guest.

No, he�ll be fine.

Are you insane?

No. I am Cheyenne,
from suburban Ohio.

Your third cousin twice removed
on Vivienne�s side.

You are Vivienne.

No, I am not.
Not tonight.

Also, I run a novelty mug shop.

Of course you do.

Oh, gosh, that little vein
in your neck is throbbing.

Maybe it�s because
you invited my partner

to our felony-fuelled
strategy dinner.

I knew you�d react that way
which is why I kept it a secret.

Just tell me why.

Because I wanted to meet the man
for whom you gave up millions.

And maybe run a little in-person
background check of my own.

If we�re pulling a con

and you�re working with a cop,
I need to vet him.

I vet him every day.

I�m sure you do.

And I don�t blame you.
He is really cute.

Kind of like a Labrador
you just want to cuddle.

How about that
local sports team?

Which one?

Uh, how are things
at the office?

Good. Yeah. Robbery. Arson.
Murder. The usual.

It�s good to stay busy.

Yeah.

[chuckles]

I brought a gift
for our guest of honor.

For me?

Back home, I run
a novelty mug store.

Ah, you shouldn�t have.

"Espresso the right
to remain silent".

That�s, uh, that�s something.
Thank you so much.

So tell me about you.

I have never met
a real detective before.

Ah, well, it�s not
much to say, really.

Oh, come- your job
must be so gritty.

No. Cheyenne, I�m sure Ellis
doesn�t want to talk shop.

Oh, okay.

Well, what about
your personal life?

Do you live alone?

Uh, we are actually
in the middle

of a tough case right now.

Yes. It�s a murder that�s
unresolved, unfortunately.

Ooh. Exciting.
Tell me more.

I guess it wouldn�t
hurt to talk it through.

Okay, fine.
But it stays here, okay?

This all started when we got
called to this luxury penthouse.

Wow. Colour me impressed
and underdressed.

A view like this
comes with a steep price-tag.

Details, schmetails.

I once had a penthouse
in Prague for six weeks

until the owners
came back and noticed.

Hey, you two.

Nothing says "good morning"
like a human teabag.

What�ve we got, Olive?

Sylvia Redfern.

Five-star view,
one-star ending.

Looks like we got ourselves
a hot tub death machine.

[theme music]

I hate hot tub corpses.

Too prune-y?

The water temperature
always screws with

my time of death estimate.

What about cause of death?

Electrocution, I think.

Once I get her on the slab,
I�ll look for signs

of myocardial damage
and fibrillation.

Not to mention rhabdomyolysis.

Once again, for the cheap seats?

Heart and muscle damage.

So you think it was a suicide?

Why don�t you tell me
after you take a look at that?

Looks like the base brick
lived here on this table.

So what? Sylvia just
picked up the stereo,

walked into the hot tub
and dropped it in?

That�s one hell of a bath bomb.

We need to talk
to whoever found the body.

You know, at first I thought
she was sleeping,

then I got closer,
and her eyes were just staring.

It was horrible.

Sorry. Did you know her well?

Yeah. A little.

Um. She was a really nice lady.

Not like some
of the other tenants

who treat the concierge
like garbage.

Mm. You said you found
her at 3:30 a.m.

What were you doing in her
unit that early in the morning?

Uh, Miss Redfern ordered
takeout food around 3:00 a.m.

Okay. Is that usual for her?

Whenever she worked late,
which was a lot,

but she called down to my desk
to let me know it was coming.

Okay. So what happened
when the food arrived?

I buzzed up, no answer.

So I came up, knocked.
Still no answer.

And that�s when you used
your master key?

I was worried.

I- I wanted to check on her,
so I came in and called out.

That�s when I heard
the hot tub jets.

So I went out to the patio,
and that�s when I found her.

And then I called you guys.

Okay, Leon, that all
sounds reasonable.

So what aren�t you telling us?

I turned the hot tub jets off.
I�m sorry.

I have watched enough TV
to know you�re not supposed

to touch anything
on a crime scene,

But she was sitting there dead,
and the water was bubbling.

It just-
It felt indecent.

Did you touch anything else?

No, nothing, I swear.

Did Miss Redfern
have any visitors

before you came up here?

None.

Couldn�t someone have just

come up through the parking
garage or the back door?

No. Anyone who comes
up has to go by my desk

to get to the elevator.

[Vivienne] And you believed him?

What if he�s lying?

You need a keycard

to access the private elevator
to the penthouse.

Nobody used it until Leon went
up and discovered the body.

So maybe the killer
snuck up the stairwell.

The exit door is on the lobby
level are locked,

and they�re only accessible
as emergency exits

from the inside.

But even those doors opening
would have triggered the alarm.

Huh? So maybe it was a suicide.

- Oh, please.
- [Ricky] Why not?

Well, who orders food
at 3:00 a.m.

and then pulls the plug
on their own life?

[Ricky] Depends.
Where did she order from?

[Max] Miho, on Fifth.

She ordered the miso black cod.

With the truffle soy pearls?

Is there any other way?

Well, that cinches it.

Nobody orders from Miho
and then kills themself

before the food arrives.

Usually they wait until
after the cheque comes.

[chuckles]

So, was I right?
Is it a murder?

Okay, just hold it
right there, cuz.

We�re telling a story.

Now, obviously, the radio
didn�t jump off

the table into the tub
by itself,

but if Sylvia didn�t do it-

Then somebody else did.

But you said no one else entered
the condo.

- CCTV?
- [Ellis] No.

I scrubbed through
all the footage.

Every building
entrance, nothing.

The concierge was right.
Nobody went up.

Or in or out.
It�s an impossible crime.

Nonsense. In our somewhat
checkered careers,

we�ve done the impossible
several times.

He�s right.

Everything has an explanation,
just like any magic trick.

[Ellis] Which brings us
to motive.

Now, at that point,
we needed to figure out

what kind of person
Sylvia Redfern really was.

Who�d want to kill her?

I�ve been her
project co-ordinator

for the last five years.

I�ve seen her help
so many people.

Like charity work?

Um, no.

Sylvia never did anything
for free.

She was an agent
of confidential interests,

specializing in high-level
contingencies and solutions.

So she was a fixer?

Is that true, Adrian?

That�s the colloquial term.

When the lives
of the rich and famous implode,

they came running to Sylvia
for help.

Like Olivia Pope, but
with less screen time.

Exactly. Did you ever hear
of the scandal

involving the Prince
of Bulgaria?

No.

That�s the point.

Sylvia made problems vanish.

And when they went away,
they stayed gone.

Did you notice a change
in her mood lately?

Was she upset
or anxious about anything?

Not at all.

It was business
as usual around here.

She�d work
like a dog all day

and then soak
and sip in the hot tub.

Hm. I can definitely
get on board

with the second part
of that lifestyle.

So this hot tub thing,
it was her nightly routine?

Yeah. Some nibbles,
bit of bubbly and, uh,

Aretha cranked up on the box.

Was Sylvia fixing
anyone else recently?

Her current client
was Spencer Thorne.

The tech billionaire?

Mmhmm.

He�d hired Sylvia to consult
on a sensitive matter.

What, did the AI run amok?
Are we all doomed?

If you want specifics,

you�ll have to talk
to the gentleman himself.

[Max] Spencer Thorne.
Wealthy, powerful, intimidating.

Sounds like your standard
Silicon Valley, Batman.

Wait a minute.
I remember Jessica mentioning

that she wrote a piece
on Thorne a while back.

Ooh, time to phone a friend.

[Vivienne]
Okay, hold your horses.

Who is Jessica?

She�s Ellis�s girlfriend.

And a very talented
investigative reporter.

Oh, isn�t that nice.

How long have y�all been seeing
each other?

Is it serious-

You know what else is serious?

Murder.

So we call Jessica because
she had some inside scoop

on Spencer Thorne.

When I did background
on Thorne for my story,

I expected to find a trail
of scorched earth behind him.

It certainly wouldn�t
be surprising.

[Jess] But I discovered

that he�s really mellowed
over the years.

Yeah, a few billion does
tend to take the edge off.

No, it�s more than that.
It�s his wife, Margot Thorne.

The one who�s always giving
money away to everybody.

What everybody?
I didn�t get any.

Like people in need, Max.

[Ellis] Sorry, Jess.
You were saying?

Margot is a philanthropic
powerhouse.

Global charities,
wildlife conservation,

supporting the welfare
and education of kids

in developing countries,
the list goes on.

[Jess] But some say
her greatest achievement

was rebranding her husband.

Mmm. So she tamed the tiger?

[Jess] Let�s just say
she brought out

Spencer�s softer side.

They formed an international
foundation together,

and now he travels
everywhere with her.

[Jess] He was just
in South Africa,

helping to dig
the foundation of a new school.

So a billionaire, not afraid
to get his hands dirty.

[Jess] And that�s the only
dirt you�ll find on him.

Mmm. No scandal, no fun.

So why would a squeaky clean guy
like Spencer Thorne

need to hire
some high-powered fixer?

If I die here,
bury me by a koi pond

with a spritz of Henry Jacques .

- What?
- Exactly.

[Ellis] Margot Thorne?

Yes?

Detective Ellis.

I�m Max.

[Margot] Police?

Is this about
Sylvia Redfern?

We were so saddened
to hear the news.

So you knew her?

Me only by reputation.

But my husband
hired her recently.

He�d be able to tell you more.

Where might we find him?

Out back.

He�s putting Captain Jack
through his morning paces.

Captain Jack?

[Spencer] We call him
"Captain Jack"

because he�s got some
serious swagger.

But also, he was found injured
on the shore,

and my wife loves
to rescue animals

for her wildlife charity.

She likes to imagine that Jack
survived a dramatic shipwreck,

so, Captain Jack.

Is he supposed to be judging me?
Because if so, he�s nailing it.

Jack is actually quite friendly.

He�s become part of our rescue
family here on the estate,

and Jeb takes care of them all.

Yeah, we got a llama,
sea turtle, lemur...

That�s a lot of poop logistics.

You must have a spreadsheet
and a strong stomach.

Why don�t we walk?

Still can�t quite believe it.

Sylvia was a force of nature.

Can we ask what made
you hire Miss Redfern?

Considering throwing my hat
in the ring for city mayor,

and I asked Sylvia to look
into my competition.

You suspected some of
the candidates

were less than squeaky clean.

Well, this city isn�t
the same place

that I once
fell in love with.

It is darker, unsettled.

I don�t need to tell the two
of you that just last election,

there was a corrupt police
commissioner running for office.

Oh, that.

Where were you
when Sylvia died?

When was that, exactly?

Approximately 3:30 a.m.
this morning.

I would have been fast asleep
in my downtown apartment.

This place didn�t
have enough bedrooms.

If I have early morning
meetings, I often stay downtown.

But my building
doorman can confirm.

And your wife?
She was with you?

She was here,

hosting a fundraiser
for one of her charities.

But why does any of this matter?

Poor Sylvia�s death was surely
a tragic accident,

or suicide.

Suicide?
What makes you say that?

She dealt with a lot
of very toxic people,

which I imagine
would be quite stressful.

I wouldn�t be surprised
if it all just became too much.

I�m sorry to inform, but
our initial investigations

concluded that Miss
Redfern was murdered.

What?

Who on earth would want
to kill her?

Well, we were hoping you
could help us out with that.

You were her only
current client,

and high-profile
rug-sweepers like that

sometimes gain a lot of enemies.

Maybe one of your
mayoral competitors

discovered that
she was looking into them.

Yeah, well the last time
we spoke, Sylvia said

that she had found some dirt
on one of the other candidates.

- Did she say who it was?
- No.

We were gonna meet
in a couple of days,

once she confirmed
her suspicions.

Maybe one of them decided

to skip the debate
and head straight to homicide.

[Max] Twelve candidates?

Does the job come with a tiara
and free dental?

A lot of people are attracted
to positions of power.

It�s not just about the perks.

Yeah, and moths
are attracted to flames.

Doesn�t mean we put them
in charge of utilities.

[message alert]

The forensic report is back.

Looks like the lab matched a set
of prints from the murder scene.

- Did they get an I.D.?
- Oh, yeah.

Suddenly,
Mr. Background Character

is looking mighty suspicious.

Detectives.

Sorry, I was
just turning off the lights.

I hope that�s okay.

You know what�s not okay,
lying to us.

Turns out your real name
is Orrin Klyst,

two-time convicted
felon with a history

of breaking and entering.
- I can explain.

There�ll be plenty of time
for that.

Congrats, Orrin.

You just bought yourself
a windowless room

with buzzing lights
and no snacks.

Turn around.
Put your hands behind your back.

Look, we both know
you could have easily

hacked into the private
elevator security system

to hide the fact that
you went up

to Sylvia Redfern�s penthouse
earlier than you claimed.

No. I didn�t.

And your fingerprints were on
the radio that electrocuted her.

- I thought-
- How do you explain that?

I- I helped her put together
patio furniture,

and- and she let me
play my music while I-

while I worked.

You know what I think?

I think you got this job
under a fake name

to hide your criminal record,

And then Sylvia found out
about it, so you killed her.

No! I would never hurt Sylvia.

She changed my life.

How�d she do that?

I got into trouble, and-

and Sylvia helped me
put my past behind me.

You hired her as a fixer?

We met at her law firm when
she was a hotshot litigator,

and I was one of
their charity pro bono cases.

She got me a reduced sentence,
but when I got out,

I couldn�t get a job.

Sylvia is the one who helped me.

She helped you change your name
and got you a job

as concierge at her building.

Without her, I-

I can�t imagine where
I would be today.

So you�re sticking
with this story, huh?

I swear, I was at my desk
all night until I went

up to her apartment with
her usual Thursday food order.

He was telling the truth.

We checked the security footage
at Sylvia�s apartment building

the night she was killed,

and Leon was sitting
at his desk when the killer

dropped the radio
into the hot tub.

It created a power surge.

We saw the lobby lights
flicker at the exact same time.

So no way Leon could have
murdered Sylvia.

[Yates] Ma�am, I told you,

we have not
yet located the source

of the space alien lasers.

Absolutely.
You�ll be my first call.

Right after I alert
Captain Kirk.

What�s up?

I hate a full moon.

Listen to these.

A portal opened up
next to a Denny�s.

A time traveler stuck
in a porta-potty.

Something reeks about that.

And my neighbor
is a succubus, so.

I�m actually gonna
chuck that one out.

It�s your usual full moon
frequent flyers.

[phone rings]

Crazy Town.
How can I help you?

Anyways, what about
the list of candidates

Sylvia Redfern
was looking into?

Which means we needed
to talk to all of them.

So how do you get
a politician to spill

their deepest, darkest secrets?

[Max] All it took was a few hair
and makeup changes.

And once they started talking,
they wouldn�t stop sharing.

Honey, I totally believe you.

I mean, who hasn�t sleepwalked
in the middle of the day,

out to the pool, then fallen
onto the pool boy?

Naked?

Don�t worry, my child.

Sister Maria Ignacio knows lots
of people in their late 30s

who live
in their parents� basement

and still sleep with a teddy
bear called Mr. Snuggles.

Is it wrong to use taxpayer
money to redecorate your office

in tribute to Downton Abbey?

I think it�s smashing!

[Ricky] If these
are the best and brightest

the city has to offer, I may
have to run for mayor.

Ooh. Can I be your
campaign manager?

Hmm.

But you need
a good campaign slogan.

Ooh, I got it.

"Ricky for Mayor.
Less scandal, more sparkle".

Or "Vote for me".

"I�ll give this town the
spanking it deserves."

That might be a tad too much
for the ma and pa voter.

You�re right.

Ooh, I got it!

"Vote for Ricky".

"He�s never held office, but he
has been escorted out of them".

Okay, guys, let�s focus here.

Come on.

[George] I really don�t think
inviting Ellis

was such a good idea, Viv.

I knew you�d feel that way.
That�s why I didn�t tell you.

One of us slips up,
our entire diamond heist

goes up in flames,
along with our lives.

You don�t trust him?

No, of course I do.
But in his world, not in ours.

Oh, no, I didn�t mean that.
I mean, with our daughter.

Oh, Ellis is one
of the good guys.

I know he�ll always have
Max�s back,

but they�re not together, Viv.

Oh, please.
Look at them.

[Ricky] He was just
standing there.

He�s a cop, she�s a con.

You were a scrapper.
I was a socialite.

How many people told us
it wouldn�t work?

And yet, look what we made.

We did good.

Yeah. We did.

You did good.

George, Cheyenne,
my crab puffs are getting tepid.

Coming right up.

Did you all learn anything
about the candidates?

A bushel full of kinks.

But nothing worth
killing Sylvia over.

They�ve all been alibied out.

Except for this guy,

Robert Lang,
who had a strong motive.

Really fine work
uncovering the link

between Commissioner Russo
and Roman Locke.

It is shocking how she
betrayed the public trust.

If you are elected mayor,

I hope your tenure
will be different, Mr. Lang.

First, you�ll have to get
past Spencer Thorne.

True. But you�re not
here to ask me about him.

You want to know
if I murdered Sylvia Redfern.

Wow. A politician who�s direct.

I�m well aware Thorne
hired Sylvia to investigate me.

I�m sure you�re well aware

that Sylvia found out about
your secret stint in rehab.

That could definitely
derail your campaign.

It might.

We�ll see
after the press release

that�s about to come out.

You decided to go public?

I was tired of living a lie.

A few years back, I went
to rehab, and I was so ashamed.

I didn�t want anyone
to find out.

But now I realize
that was wrong.

And it�s time to share
my story with the world,

hoping that it�ll help others.

I�ve got nothing
to be ashamed of anymore.

But I happen to know that
Sylvia did find something...

juicy about one of
the other candidates.

And who might that be?

[tense music]

Police! Don�t move!

Making a late night withdrawal?

This isn�t what it looks like.

Leon told us you�d be here,
but it�s the middle of the night

and all the lights were off.

So what it looks like

is that you were breaking
into Sylvia�s safe.

[Max] A safe you didn�t
tell us about.

Not to mention
all the spondoolicks.

It means "cash".
All the cool kids use it.

I had no idea that there
would be cash in the safe.

I came here looking for
Spencer Thorne�s file.

That�s funny.
That�s exactly why we�re here.

Let me guess. You were
going to give it to Lange

to help with his campaign.

How did you know that?

Lange told us.

What?

He told us he hired you
to spy for him

in exchange for a position
on his staff,

if he was to win.

But why did you sell out
your own boss?

Sylvia�s business
was all about her.

Even the company�s name
is just "Sylvia Redfern".

This was a dead end for me.

In more ways than one.

So what was Thorne�s
big secret then?

[sighs]

Before Sylvia died,
I overheard her telling Thorne

that she had something
devastating on him.

Like what?

I don�t know.
She- she didn�t tell me.

Why would she dig up dirt
on Thorne?

I mean, he�s the one who
hired her in the first place.

Sylvia was very thorough.

She vetted everyone, including
the people that hired her.

So these files were
all Sylvia�s previous cases?

Yeah, but Thorne�s isn�t
in there, I checked.

[Ellis] Isn�t that strange?

For Sylvia? Yeah.

Unless the killer took it,

and left behind enough cash
to shame Scrooge McDuck.

I don�t know how this
got in there,

but it was not
in there three days ago.

And that�s the last time
I saw inside the safe.

So something happened
in that three-day window

that landed her a big payday.

Did she have any big meetings
in the three days

leading up to her death?

Uh, she had
two meetings scheduled,

one with Spencer Thorne,

and the other one with
someone named Bobbi Carmichael.

Who�s Bobbi Carmichael?

[Ellis] Hi. You must be
Bobbi Carmichael.

You got it. And you are?
Let me guess.

You�re newly engaged,
looking for a starter home,

cozy, but plenty of room
for baby number one.

Am I right?

[Together] No.

I�m Detective Ellis, Metro P.D.

We have a few questions for
you regarding Sylvia Redfern.

Oh, dear.

Poor Sylvia.
Such a tragedy.

I can�t believe she�s gone.

And just when
the sale went through.

What sale?

Her new home in the Bahamas.

She was gonna retire.

She�s a little young to retire,
no?

All I know is, she says she just
landed a huge payday

and wanted to quit
while she was ahead.

We made the offer in cash.

[Ricky] So, either she won
the lottery or it was blackmail.

Yeah, but why blackmail
your own client?

Her reputation
is built on discretion.

Yeah. Discretion doesn�t pay
the bills, though.

Okay. Bobbi said that Sylvia
always seemed rich,

but she was always spending
way beyond her means.

And 20 million is chump change
for a billionaire like Thorne.

So she used him as
her golden parachute.

So there it is.
Thorne�s your suspect.

It�s not that simple.
He�s been alibied out.

He was staying at his
luxury penthouse apartment

that night in the city.

And there you have it,
an impossible murder.

[beeping]

Saved by the bell.
The ziti is ready.

Maximus, Jorge,
Care to help me serve?

Si, se�or.

[Ricky] For our next course,
I�ve chosen something assertive,

a little leathery
and a touch unrefined.

Like if Christian Grey
grew up in Bordeaux.

You two,
pour the next pairing.

She really has a knack for this
whole cop thing, doesn�t she?

She�s not a cop,
but uh, yes, she�s talented.

Did you spend a lot of time
with Max when she was little?

Oh yes, but I only saw her
here and there.

You know, just based on
the kind of life they lived.

Right. What was
she like back then?

Oh.

Just like she is now.

An absolute ray of sunshine...
and so imaginative.

She was so engrossed
in books and movies and TV.

We shared a love of this
silly little vampire book series

called " Dead of Night ".

We�d always read them together,

and whenever a new book
was published,

we would camp
outside the bookstore

just to be the first in line.

It was just one of those things
we bonded on.

I mean, whenever I visited,
you know.

- Right.
- Yeah.

It�s ziti o�clock,
sports fans.

I don�t want to toot
my own horn,

so you�ll have
to toot it for me.

So, did you guys solve
the mystery?

I think I have more
questions than I did before.

Oh.

Ah, here.

So Thorne lives
six blocks away,

and no one can be
in two places at once.

Not even a billionaire.

Like I said,
nothing is impossible.

We�re just missing something.
We need another angle.

Were there any police reports
that night?

Anything unusual in the area?

Actually, we got a lot
of calls that night.

It was a full moon.

Maybe we should take
a look and see what�s there.

It�s worth a shot.
Wouldn�t hurt.

Okay, let�s see here.

Oh, no, Ricky,
don�t clear the table,

working so hard
in the kitchen all night.

What is this?

Multiple reports of laser beams
going from north to south?

It could be some kid with a
laser pointer, for all we know.

Where�s Thorne�s apartment?

At Sixth and Pacific Avenue,
40th floor.

And Sylvia is six blocks away.

At uh, First and Pacific,
10th floor.

Okay.

This is Sylvia�s place,
and this is Thorne�s.

Cole, would you be a dear

and read out the locations
of the laser reports.

Yep. That�s Fifth and Pacific.

Okay.

Third and Pacific.

Second and Pacific.

Huh.

Well, that creates a straight
line between two buildings.

Do you remember the Sheikh
of Habibi?

I mean, the story you told me

about the time
that you and Vivienne met him?

Right, yes.

I was in Dubai
with my late wife.

Do you remember what you told me
about the Sheikh�s competition?

Cheyenne, you�re a genius.

What revelation
is happening here?

Yeah. You wanna
fill us in here?

We know how Thorne did it.

Wow. This is a hell of a view
you got here.

I see why you bought
this building.

What are we doing here?

As you know, Sylvia Redfern
was killed on the patio deck

of her penthouse apartment.

There�s no possible means
of entry into her unit

and she was alone that night.

A few blocks from here.
That way.

One of our detectives
is there right now.

Here. Take a look.

Well, I see a woman dancing...
badly.

Yates.

Yates.

Yates!

Yep, Yates here.

What are you doing?

Vibing.
Why? What are you doing?

Okay, well be ready.

You didn�t need to tell me
to be ready, Max.

I was born ready.

Our colleague over there
had a string of calls

the night of the murder.

Full moon cranks

reporting UFO laser beams
in the sky.

But on that particular night,

it turns out
they weren�t all crazy.

[notification alert]

It�s him.
He�s on his way up.

Who is?

Hold that question.
Let�s go back to the lasers.

When we heard those reports,

it reminded me of a story
that I heard before.

George, tell them the story
about the trip to Dubai.

All right. Max.

Your mother and I,
God rest her soul,

spent a weekend at
the Sheikh of Habibi�s palace.

He was a decent enough guy
once you got him to loosen up.

Anyway, once the staff
went to bed,

we stayed up watching
episodes of The Golden Girls.

The guy had
every episode on VHS tape.

Really weird.

And he obviously had some kind
of, like, daddy issues,

�cause his father looked
just like Bea Arthur.

Dad, focus.

Right, right. Sorry.

Um, anyway, the one thing
that the Sheikh loved

almost as much as those wacky
ladies, were his exotic pets.

Especially his hunting birds.

You see, the Sheik was
a champion falconer.

Like you.

A detail you conveniently
left out

when we talked to you earlier.

And also, like you, the
competitions that the Sheikh

specialized in were called
catch and release events.

That�s when you train a hawk
to grab its prey and drop it

on a precise location,
usually over a body of water.

Now, on the night
of the murder,

you were here at your
apartment downtown,

just six blocks away
from Sylvia�s.

And you never left.

Multiple people confirmed that.

But earlier that day,
you had Jeb swing by

and drop off your hawk,
Captain Jack.

Which brings us back
to the Sheikh.

He trained his hawks
the same way

that you and Jeb trained them,
with lasers.

You point the laser
at the target

that you want the hawk to grab.

Now you knew Sylvia�s routine.

You knew that every night
she�d like to get in the hot tub

and unwind with a little bubbly
and smooth jazz.

Are you ready for the show?

Jeb, what are you doing here?

[Ellis] We asked Jeb
to swing by.

The night of the murder

you came up here
with your hawk and well...

Just watch.

Bullseye!

Jeb?

Go!

[hawk shrieks]

Hey, guys, I don�t see anything.

You sure the hawk
hasn�t gone rogue or something?

- [hawk shrieks]
- Holy mother of-

[electricity booms]

That was cool!

Forensics confirmed they found
scratches on the radio�s handle.

Scratches that came from
the talons of a bird.

Which our DNA team has
just matched to your bird.

[Max] I�m not gonna lie,
you almost had us stumped

which is very hard to do,
so kudos to you.

Not about the murder part.
Murder bad.

Look, we know Sylvia uncovered
some kind of secret

that she was
blackmailing you with.

Now, we don�t know
what it is, but we will.

No, you won�t.

Look, you can hire all
the fancy lawyers

in the world you want,
Mr. Thorne.

You�re not gonna
get away with this.

I�ll confess.

To everything.

I only have one condition.

[door opens]

The prosecutor
has agreed to your terms.

Your wife�s here.

I don�t understand. Why?

When I hired Sylvia to
research the other candidates,

she also looked into me.

Due diligence.

What did they find that they
haven�t poured over already?

About me? Nothing.

They found something about you.

And she brought it to me
as blackmail.

It was her ticket out,
and I paid it.

But after she had betrayed
my trust like that, I-

I couldn�t be sure
that she would destroy

what she had found.

I couldn�t take the chance

that she would sell it
to someone else.

My darling, I...

You have done so much good
in this world,

and you have saved thousands
of lives, mine included.

And a scandal like this

would have ended all of it.

I am so sorry I never told you.

You- you don�t owe me,
or anyone, an apology.

You never hurt anyone.

You did what you had to do
to survive.

What am I going to do
without you?

You�re gonna keep doing
your work.

This world is dark,

and it needs someone like you
to be an example...

of how we should
treat each other.

[Thorne] What is it
that you always tell me?

[Margot] If not us, then who?

So, in exchange for
a full confession,

prosecution agreed to give him
this time with his wife

so he could explain himself.

Oh, and we completed the search
of his estate.

It looks like he destroyed
all of Sylvia�s materials.

He�s got all that money.
He could have went to trial.

Maybe even won.

Maybe.

But keeping her secret safe
was more important.

Sometimes people do crazy
things for the ones they love.

Love is overrated.

But nice work, both of you.

Let�s call it a night.

Hey. Um, can
we talk for a minute?

Yeah. We should probably
get back

before Ricky�s souffl� deflates.

What�s wrong?

There�s another secret
we need to talk about.

What do you mean?

You�re protecting someone, too.

Look, I�m gonna just come
right out and say it.

Cheyenne isn�t your cousin, Max.
She�s your mother.

I�m right, aren�t I?

Cheyenne is your mother, right?

[sighs]

How did you find out?

" Dead of Night ".

Yeah.

Cheyenne told me
you two read every book,

watched every episode
of the series.

Now, you two would camp out
all night

whenever there was
a release day,

just to be the first in line.

You told me those exact same
stories about your mother.

So which is it?

Her name is Vivienne.

I cannot believe this.

You- you lied to me about
your mother being dead?

Are you serious?

What is this? Some kind of,
like, long con to get me to-

to- to sympathize with you,
to trust you?

- Is that it?
- No!

I swear!

Up until two months ago,
my dad and I thought

she had died in a car crash.

So where has she been
all this time, then?

You want the short version?

I want the true version.

My mom pulled a con
on the wrong person.

A man named Gedeon Varga.

She faked her death
so she could escape.

She�s been in hiding
the past 15 years.

So why come out of hiding now?

Because Gedeon Varga is dead.

So you�re telling me
in 15 years,

she�s never once reached out
to you or George?

Really?

She was protecting us!

If he would have found out
she had a family,

then we all
would have been in danger!

Look, I know
I should have told you before.

Half my life, I thought
that my mom was dead.

And then...

one day I find out
that it�s all a lie.

Some days I�m filled with so
much gratitude that she�s back.

And other days...

I hate her for what
she put me through.

[sighs]

Look, you know, I would
give anything

to see Daniel
one more time, right?

You just got your mother back.

For good.

I�m not mad.

I�m happy for you.

It�s just a lot.

God, I can�t imagine
how hard this has been

for you and George.

Yeah.

It�s been a lot to process.

But we�re coping, slowly.

Well, look, I�m here
if you need anything, okay?

Hey, can we just...
keep this our little secret?

It�s awkward telling
your co-workers

that your mom is back
from the dead.

Especially Yates,

�cause she�ll probably think
she�s a zombie or something.

Sure.

Okay, so, wait, where-

when exactly did did Vivienne
come back into your life?

Two months ago.

The night you left.

I was headed out the door
to meet you,

and there she was.

That�s the reason I didn�t
show up on the boat.

Sorry. I probably shouldn�t have
told you that.

No, no, I, uh,
I asked for the truth.

You say everything
happens for a reason.

I guess it all worked out
for the best, right?

Yeah, I guess it did.

It felt good helping
to nail that guy.

Like old times.

Yeah, I understand
why she does it.

It�s like pulling a con
and solving a crime.

There�s got to be a word
for that.

Yeah, it�s called being a cop.

And one in the family
is too many already.

Is that what we are?
A family?

Uh, look, Viv, I�m still trying
to process.

Yeah, I know.

But I am glad you�re not dead.

- That makes two of us.
- Yeah, I bet.

[laughs]

Yikes.

[George] You mess with
a bad dude, bad things happen.

[Vivienne] Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

[Jess] Hey, you.

Hey.

First things first.

Okay, now tell me everything.

Where to start?

Was Max surprised?

Yeah. Yeah, you could say that.
We both were.

But we actually solved the case.

Was it the doorman?
I bet it was the doorman.

I�m gonna start
from the beginning

because you are
not gonna believe this.

Okay.

All right.
No, it wasn�t the doorman.

It would have been too easy.
It was the billionaire.

It was Thorne.

Yeah. Spencer Thorne.
Exactly.

- No.
- Yeah.

Some Lapsang Souchong
for your thoughts.

Nothing earth-shattering.

I need to say something.

I don�t like what
Vivienne did tonight.

It was reckless,
and it makes me nervous.

How do we know she won�t
go off-book on the day?

She won�t.
I�ll make sure of it.

Where are Mom and Dad, anyways?

They went to their
respective homes.

But your mom left these.

Gifts from Cheyenne�s
Novelty Mug Emporium.

[sighs]

The more I think about
our 20-carat project,

the more impossible it feels.

We know how to get in,

but how the hell are we going
to get the diamond out?

Ricky, you helped me solve
a murder today.

The diamond is
tomorrow�s problem.

Thanks.

How cool is that?

I know how we�re gonna get
the diamond out.

How?

With magic.

[upbeat, thoughtful music]

Don�t be shy,
I know you�re in there.

Just playing hard to get.

There you are, hm.

Everybody wants to be found,

But sometimes
the greatest luxury

is getting lost.

I really must stop talking
to myself.

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