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Emily, this is Reed Donley, my mentor.

- Why are you in town? - Babysitting paintings.

Reed, Reed! No, no, no, no, no!

This is a White Rock crime.

I'm aware I'm out of my jurisdiction.

School's database with back-door access...

- Who showed you this? - Self-taught.

That's not the painting I saw on the truck.

Tell him what you told me.

It's not the same painting.

Maybe they showed you the wrong one.

No, it was that painting.

The subject and composition are the same,

but the face is sort of different. It's hard to explain.

It was late at night.

Maybe it looked different in the dark?

Maybe you don't appreciate who I am or what I do, but I know art.

I have an eye for it, and that is not the same painting.

I need you to keep this to yourself for now.

Will you make it worth my while?

Do you enjoy not being in jail?

Harrison!

What d'you think? Was it worth the wait?

- I'm speechless. - I knew you would be.

If you'll excuse me.

If Harrison's right, and someone did swap out those paintings,

it could be the reason why Reed was killed.

- I have to bring this to Meadows. - No,

that's gonna open a whole can of worms!

It changes the entire focus of the investigation.

I can't withhold it from him.

I guess it's your call.

You OK?

You seem a little tense.

I just don't think it's fair how far we've come,

only to hand it off to another detective.

This is about getting justice for Reed.

I don't care who gets the win.

That makes zero sense, Wilner.

Why would somebody replace a painting with an imperfect forgery?

That's the question!

- What did Moira Wells say about it? - She didn't indicate anything wrong.

- Quite the opposite, in fact. - Well, there you go.

She's familiar with the painting, she would have noticed any flaws.

Maybe she's involved somehow?

Are you even listening to yourself?

Sam knows what he's talking about, you should be looking into this!

I'm sorry, who are you?

I run the local Christmas shop.

She's done some consulting work for us in the past.

I've heard enough. This is a waste of my time.

I'm trying to help you!

You are trying to convince yourself your buddy Reed died a hero,

when everything points to this being

a random robbery gone wrong.

I have a murder to solve.

You have fun with whatever this is. Just stay out of my way.

Well, I thought that went really well.

Hi, everyone.

Now, I hate to kick off

the school year on such a negative note,

but there's something I need to address,

and I'm afraid it's quite serious.

Now, it has been brought to my attention

that someone was able to access

the school's bank accounts, and removed funds

that were set aside for the senior class trip.

- That's really awful. The authorities

have been alerted, and in their opinion,

the responsible party

would have required advanced coding knowledge

in order to circumvent

the bank's digital security protocols.

- Are you saying it was one of us? There's strong evidence

to suggest that our school network was the origin point of the breach.

Now, if anyone has anything they want to say to me,

come speak to me privately, then.

Until this matter is settled, this programme is discontinued.

I can't believe

she's blaming us.

It is possible, though, right?

You did manage to get into the school database unnoticed.

A bank can't be much harder.

Wait, do you think I did this?

Of course not. I know

you'd never do anything to hurt anybody, but if people

found out what we've been up to,

guilty or not, we'd be blamed.

You're right.

We should be careful.

Thanks for coming.

I needed someone to tell me I'm not crazy.

Or that I am crazy. That works too.

I'm happy to help. What is all this?

A deep dive into the personal and professional life of Moira Wells.

Guess how many paintings

Moira sold back before she learned who her grandmother was?

Never mind, I'll just tell you. Zero, zilch, nada.

And then, suddenly, she changes her name to Wells...

- And suddenly her career takes off. - Exactly.

I've gone through every archive I can get my hands on.

You know what I can't find? One single

shred of evidence that suggests

Moira Wells is truly related to Angela.

You really went down a rabbit hole on this.

Yeah, it's become a whole thing.

And what I learned

is that Catherine was already impacted

by her Alzheimer's diagnosis

when Moira first came into the picture.

There was never a DNA test ordered.

You think that Moira could be a fraud?

No. I think she's "definitely" a fraud.

She got her own supposed grandmother's middle name wrong.

I think you might be onto something.

Yes! I knew you'd believe me!

Still, without any actual evidence...

I know, I know. I just...

...I needed to get it out of my system.

Emily, what have you done?!

Why would you buy

so many of these ornamental rabbits

with Santa hats? There must be two dozen.

I had a moment of weakness. They're so cute.

Hey, did you figure out what to get Kyle

for Christmas? - Nope,

and I'm running out of time.

What gift says "I like you a lot"

"but definitely not in a weird, desperate, clingy way"?

What about a shiny, adorable rabbit wearing a cute little Santa hat?

All that says is "I used my staff discount."

Why don't you make him something yourself?

Mm-mm, I'm so not crafty.

I once tried to make a macaroni bracelet,

but I didn't realise you weren't supposed to cook the macaroni.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Vi. Emily, are you free for a bit?

- What's up? Harrison asked

to meet at the art space, but he'll only talk to me if you're there.

I have no idea why.

Because "you" are a grumpy cop, and "she" is a nice lady.

Vi,

would you mind... - Watching the store? I got it.

He didn't give you any indication of what this was about?

No. And he better not be wasting my time.

I'm still trying to figure out

why someone would make an imperfect forgery.

Maybe the forger lacked in skill.

- It's possible. - I do have my moments.

Help! Somebody help! Help!

W...

Harrison?

He has a pulse,

but it's faint. - What happened?

I don't know! I came to get some air, and I just found him like this.

- Hey, Harrison Harrison! - Come on, come on!

Harrison's lucky you found him when you did.

Yeah, I know. It's just... everything is...

What do you mean? What happened?

Somebody destroyed my painting for the competition.

My canvas was cut. All my supplies were scattered.

Was anyone else targeted?

I don't think so. It was just me.

I started to have a panic attack, and so that's why I came out here.

Harrison's stable, but he hasn't regained consciousness.

His wallet and phone

appear to be missing.

He was robbed? In the middle of the day,

in a public space?

What's even more strange is the method.

Attempted suffocation with a toxic substance.

I noticed he smelled of turpentine

when we found him.

Sam, look.

Leave it. Police are en route.

It looks like a painter's rag.

Someone came up from behind Harrison

put it over his mouth until he passed out.

Great, so we have an entire art space full of suspects.

It's mine.

- Excuse me? Some artists prefer mineral spirits

to clean their brushes, but I find turpentine works best.

Whoever destroyed my painting must have taken it.

You again?

Nothing to do with me. I just called it in.

- Who found him? - I did.

And you, Christmas lady?

Just along for the ride.

OK, you stay. You too, Wilner.

Ride's over. You can go now.

Emily! Is it true what I'm hearing?

Is Harrison Crane dead?

What?! No!

He's not out of the woods, but yeah, he's stable.

Oh, thank goodness. I mean,

if he died, they probably would cancel

the contest, and then all my work

would have been for nothing.

Well, that, and also it would have been so sad.

Yeah. Um, where's June?

June went home to walk that dog of hers

for like the third time already today.

I think you need to question her dedication to this project.

Maybe I should have made you my model after all.

In fact,

there's still time - Great talking to you! Bye, now!

- No, it would be so easy! Bye, now!

You'd look so good in red!

Hey

Sorry you didn't get to see the finished piece.

Yeah, me too.

Well, how'd it go with the detective?

Good, yeah, he took my statement and he released me.

Your friend's

still out there, though.

Wait, you're not quitting the contest, are you?

You know, I have been a starving artist for such a long time,

and I think this is a sign it's time to give up the dream.

No, if anything, this is a sign

that someone is incredibly jealous of your talent.

It's your decision,

but if you walk away now, then they just get what they want.

Yeah, maybe. Or maybe they just don't like my art.

I don't know. This feels personal.

Have you looked into Moira Wells

any further? - No,

I've exhausted all my resources. Why? What's going on?

I think she may have sabotaged another young artist's work.

I'd love to know why.

Well, you could always ask her yourself.

She's on her way over.

- She's coming here now? - That's right. I gave her a call

to tell her I over-reacted.

I suggested she come by for a drink

in hopes of putting this whole misunderstanding behind us.

Why would you do that?

It's the season of forgiveness.

More like the season of lying through your teeth.

- What's your game, dude? - Trust me, this is for the best.

Moira.

I'm so glad you came.

I cannot tell you enough how sorry I am for my behaviour.

You were way out of line, but I'm happy to put this behind us.

Have you met

my friend, Emily? - We've crossed paths.

- Yeah, at the art space, right? - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Emily,

care to join us?

Tempting, uh, but I gotta get back to my shop.

In case we don't cross paths again, Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

To burying the hatchet.

I'll drink to that.

I'm back.

Don't distract me. I need to focus on this.

Hey, Sam.

I hope this isn't your one phone call from prison.

Meadows was just puffing up his chest to prove he was in charge.

He mostly seemed curious

about whether I knew if Reed had anyone else besides Benny

on his payroll. - Like who?

I don't know. When I turned down the job,

Reed mentioned another friend he could ask, but I didn't get a name.

You think there was a third security guard?

It's possible.

When we talked to Benny, he mentioned

turning down a second shift Reed needed to fill?

Yeah, that's right.

I think it's time Benny and I had another heart-to-heart.

He wasn't too eager to talk to you last time.

I can handle Benny. I'll let you know how it goes.

OK.

Is that a... paper snowflake?

Yeah! I took your advice

and I decided to make a gift for Kyle.

OK.

Moment of truth!

Let's do it.

I can't even make a snowflake.

In a way, you made many snowflakes.

- You're not helping. - You know what?

I believe in you, OK?

Here's what we're gonna do.

We are not leaving here

until we have the perfect homemade gift!

I should probably call my dad and let him know I'm never coming home.

Man, why're you hassling me?

- Told you everything I know. - Not everything.

What about the money?

What money?

The five bills Harrison paid you to get a look at the painting.

Yeah,

I know about that.

So, did you and Reed

split it between yourselves, or did you include the other guy?

What other guy?

The third security guard.

The friend Reed hired to work the morning shift.

OK, look, Reed mentioned that, but I never saw anything.

And for the record, Reed never took

any of Harrison's money. He said that I needed it more.

He was good like that.

That much I believe.

I'm sorry I lied.

I was scared.

How about Detective Meadows?

Did you lie to him too?

Who? Look, you and your lady friend

are the only people who've been around.

White Rock PD haven't talked to you?

I figured they were following their own leads.

Why would I put myself on their radar, right?

Right.

Let's gather 'round the fireplace

Feel the Yuletide shining bright...

How's it goin' over there?

Not bad.

For an eighth attempt.

Um... I'm sure he's gonna love it.

- Noah? - I'm glad I caught you.

It worked!

- Uh, what worked? - My plan to learn definitively

if Moira is related to Angela Wells.

- You didn't. - Heck yeah,

I did. Moira's DNA.

We just need to get it to a lab.

You think maybe Sam...

Where'd you get the other sample?

What other sample?

The sample to compare it to. Angela's DNA?

I didn't consider that. OK, let me think. Um, Angela

is buried here in town, right? - Slow down, there, Igor,

we're not digging anyone up! - I meant get a court order

to exhume the body. I'm not a monster.

No judge is gonna sign that order without proof of a crime.

So you're saying I apologised for nothing?

She made her own brushes,

using the trimmed ends of her hair.

OK, I think I have an idea.

But we're gonna need some help.

Hey, Chuck. Look, I got a piece I need to drop off.

I figure it's safer here than it is in my car.

I'm not supposed to open the door.

Come on, Chuck, you know me. And it's cold out here.

Sorry, Ray, I really can't.

Fine. You know, I admire your dedication to your job.

We'll leave this valuable piece of art out here all night,

where it will certainly get frost damaged,

but I'm sure Moira Wells will understand.

Have a great night!

Ray?

Package has been delivered.

Phase two in progress.

Is everyone OK?

I need a hand over here!

It worked.

But I think I overdid it.

Fred's gonna be real mad about his car when he gets back.

Just keep him occupied as long as you can.

Right.

I'll call for help.

No, no, I'm fine.

Just, uh, need to take some photos

for the lawsuit.

Hey, you should do the same.

- I'm in. - Well, make it quick.

I don't know how long Noah can hold this guy.

You see that? Right over there?

That's pure ice.

I don't see anything.

- OK. I got what I came for. - Yeah, not a moment too soon.

Look, just get outta there. Hurry.

I'm sorry, I gotta get back to my post.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, we're not done here! Hey!

He's on his way back.

I couldn't stall him any longer. - That's not good. I'm still inside!

Hey, excuse me! Uh, can I bother you

for directions?

I really need to get back.

Oh, please, man, it's my daughter's Christmas pageant.

I promised her I'd be there. She's got a solo.

OK, where are you trying to get to?

Thank you. You are a life-saver.

- OK, so, if we're here, right? - Yes, that's where we are, yeah.

Then I went all the way...

...up Chestnut there, and I looked,

but it's not on the right. It's not...

- You gotta go left, yeah. - Ooooh!

OK.

Hey, what...

Oh, no, yeah, that's it. I should have gone left.

That's... Thank you for your help. Merry Christmas.

What a strange night.

- And that'll do it. - Thanks for the assist, Ray.

- I owe you. - Yes, you do,

and I look forward to collecting. In the meantime, remind me to upgrade

the security in this place. I really dropped the ball on that.

And you said you weren't comfortable getting involved.

I wasn't. I'm still not. Pass it over.

Oh, what, this... this DNA sample that you wanted? Oh.

I have a friend in the lab. I can call in a favour.

- OK. - Yes, I know,

once again I'm falling back on department resources.

Separating myself from the job is harder than I thought.

Don't sell yourself short. That was quick thinking back there.

Things would've gone really bad, really fast if you hadn't intervened.

Thanks. Oh, by the way, Harrison reached out.

He's been released from hospital.

He wants to meet up with us in the morning if you're free.

I can move some things around.

Christmas time is here again...

Come quick. I've been looking for you.

- What? I have class. The bell... - Just come.

What's going on?

I'd do anything To get back where I used to be

Before the life I know turns...

Ms Cambridge?

Spinning, oh, spinning, oh-oh-oh...

I overheard the police and apparently

the money was found in a secret bank account under her name.

Spinning, oh

I'm falling in slow motion

I guess you just don't know what people are capable of.

I feel so much better.

What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.

To the tune of a 100,000 new followers in the last 24 hours!

You here to boast, or you here to talk?

OK. Moira's unveiling of the self-portrait

is really bugging me. I know what I saw in that truck.

But it's your word against Moira's.

Maybe. But maybe not.

OK, I told you

that I tried to get a shot of the painting?

Here's the thing. I did take a picture.

You have it here?

I didn't realise I had it until I was editing videos for my channel.

It's a little dark and blurry,

but it's still there. - I thought your phone was stolen.

Oh, please, I had a new one shipped over within five minutes

of waking up in the hospital. It's all in the cloud, still there.

Oh, I can barely make it out.

Maybe we can digitally clean it up?

Why are you helping us like this?

The satisfaction of helping solve a potential crime.

OK, fine. I want Moira to pay for not giving me the exclusive.

And there it is.

Alright,

I sent the photo to a tech guy I've used before.

No guarantees, but he's worked wonders in the past.

Well, if that doesn't pan out, I could always give it a try.

Thought you didn't care much for computers.

Or was that just another one of your stories?

I didn't mean that like that.

I assumed you knew all my secrets, since you've been investigating me

this whole time. - What?

You've been looking into my past. Don't even bother trying

to deny it, Sam.

- It's not what you think. - Really?

OK, what is it, then?

OK.

Well, as far as I see it,

you're here 'cause you're hiding from someone

or you're running from something. And the fact

you're in some kind of danger that I know nothing about,

that I can't see, that... doesn't sit well with me.

So, last Christmas, when you wouldn't let me in,

I did what I always do when I'm faced with a mystery:

I threw myself into solving it, so I could be there to help you,

if you need it. That's all I want, is just to be there for you.

I didn't ask for your help, Sam. There are things that belong to me,

that I don't want you to know about.

Because you don't trust me.

- It's not about trust. - Then why?

Because I like the way you used to look at me.

It made me feel special.

It still does. And I'm afraid that if you...

I'm afraid if you know my secrets,

then you're never gonna look at me like that again.

It's from my tech guy. That was fast.

Can I see?

The likeness is uncanny.

But not to Moira.

No, not Moira. That is Piper.

What now?

This doesn't prove that Moira killed Reed,

but it does prove she knew about the painting.

- You gonna bring it to Meadows? - No.

The painting's in Fletcher's Grove. That makes this a local crime.

Sounds like you've made a decision?

I'm gonna need the full weight of the department behind me.

It's good to see you back, Detective Wilner.

Back in business.

No more lone wolf?

Ah, I work better in a pack anyway.

I had Moira brought in. She's here now.

What about Meadows?

Does he know you're back in business?

Not yet, but that could change any minute,

so let's go talk to her before it does.

- You want me in there with you? - Yeah.

I owe you for all your help this week.

But only to observe. You understand?

Yeah, I think I can handle that.

They're very similar.

I'm embarrassed I didn't notice.

You don't think this original bears a striking resemblance to anyone?

Like who?

Piper Hutchens.

She's a big fan of yours.

- I have a lot of fans. Of course.

You're Moira Wells,

granddaughter of Angela Wells.

Or are you?

You see, unlike you

DNA doesn't lie.

- Where'd you get this? Doesn't matter.

It's accurate. And it proves to me that you're a fraud.

Catherine Wells publicly accepted me as her daughter.

I was a legal beneficiary of her estate.

You took advantage of a woman with early-onset Alzheimer's

who was both vulnerable and lonely!

How did you even find out about her?

What is she doing here?

Observing.

But actually, I have the same question: how'd you find your way in?

I read a story about Angela Wells in a magazine.

The one that got her middle name wrong.

It mentioned that her only daughter was recently moved to a care home.

I paid her several visits,

eventually convinced her I was the child she gave up.

She desperately wanted it to be true,

and so it was.

But then Piper showed up at one of your events,

and you noticed the uncanny resemblance

to Angela's self-portrait.

She lived in Fletcher's Grove. It was too much of a coincidence.

She was the true heir of Angela Wells,

only she had no idea.

And you did everything you could to dismiss

and belittle Piper, hoping that she'd just give up on her dream

and stay out of the public eye,

including destroying her contest entry.

Is the thing that I would say, if I wasn't just here to observe.

But Piper didn't go away.

So you made a plan to switch the painting with a forgery,

with a few subtle differences.

No one would know the difference.

The real painting has been hidden away for years

by a reclusive collector.

You were one of very few people who knew about it,

and the only way to swap it out

was while it was on the truck.

How much did you pay Reed

to turn a blind eye while you switched out the paintings?

You can't prove any of this.

You know, you would have got away with it, too.

If only Reed hadn't taken a second bribe that night,

allowing Harrison a sneak peek at the merchandise.

OK, look, I didn't kill Reed.

You're late!

I was expecting you an hour ago.

I was there just before dawn. It took all of ten minutes.

He was very much alive when I left.

And I suppose you didn't attack Harrison at the art space either?

Harrison told me about the photo over dinner.

Said it was blurry, but that if I didn't give him the exclusive,

he'd leak it anyway. I couldn't risk it coming out,

so I thought if I faked the robbery

and took his phone, that that would be enough.

Clearly I was wrong, OK? That doesn't make me a killer.

That remains to be seen.

I have nothing else to say. I want my lawyer.

Wilner.

- What have you done? - I need you to be more specific.

You blew up the case I was building!

It's not just your case now.

It's a joint effort between our departments.

Since we're working together, maybe it's time...

You did this on purpose. You never stepped away from this at all.

Reed was my partner. My friend.

Even if he was an ex-addict with failing kidneys,

do you really think Moira Wells had the physical strength

to overpower him and kill him with his own gun?

What?

Nothing. I just...

...happen to agree with you about Moira.

But we still have her on the fraud and art theft charges.

So, where is she, in custody?

I was forced to release her.

After her lawyers learned that her DNA wasn't obtained legally,

they convinced her to retract her confession.

And without the original Angela Wells painting,

I have nothing to prove she switched them out.

- Well, that's just great. - It's a minor setback.

I have a judge ready to issue a warrant for a DNA test.

We'll have her back in our custody by morning.

The painting is worth something on the black market.

She tell you where she stashed it?

- Not yet. We'll get it back. Do you have

somebody watching her? What if she splits?

Look, she's a public figure. Where's she gonna go?

She's staying at the Grand.

We'll pick her up in the morning. You can be there.

You can count on it.

Hey, this is Detective Wilner.

Get me Moira Wells's lawyer immediately.

- OK, you ready? - Mm-hm.

I can't wait for you to open this.

Can I go first? I worked so hard on...

Was that my present?

Uh... no.

I don't know what that was.

But, uh...

Here's your present.

What are you doing?

This is...

Oh.

Uh...

Merry Christmas.

- Amazing. - Thank you.

- So good! - Thank you.

Violet, I actually loved it.

Seriously, amazing job.

Wow, uh, that is going to be a very tough act to follow.

Well...

Here's yours.

- Socks! - Ah.

You complain when your feet are cold. And you told me that you love pandas.

And they're violet.

Just like you.

They are very violet. I love them.

Really?

You're so thoughtful.

- Thank you. - Of course.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I just realised I owe my dad an apology.

Don't... ever tell anyone about this, OK?

- Like, ever. - You got it.

Moira Wells.

Don't move.

I knew as soon as I heard you were released

you were gonna go for that painting.

And you led me right to it.

Now hand it over.

Reed held out on me too, and you know what I did to him.

You don't wanna make the same mistake.

Hand it over. Now.

I don't think so.

What...

- You? - Never mess with a Christmas lady.

Hey, everybody chill!

There's been a big mistake. I'm a cop.

And not for much longer.

Mike Meadows!

You're under arrest for the murder of Reed Donley.

You're making a mistake, Wilner.

- You OK? - Yeah.

You?

I will be.

This is ridiculous.

It's my word against hers.

Reed held out on me too, and you know what I did to him.

You don't wanna make the same mistake.

She was wired.

You put her in Moira's clothes, you gave her Moira's rental car,

you set a trap.

Why?

When you came to my office, you mentioned Reed's kidney issues.

He told me he only shared that with a few close friends.

I read it in the autopsy report.

It wasn't in the report.

I spoke to the examiner.

Reed told you himself.

You're the friend he went to after I turned him down.

My son wants to go to medical school.

Can you imagine? While on a cop's salary?

You were supposed to work the morning shift.

What happened?

I got there a few minutes early,

and I happened to see Moira swap the paintings.

I also saw her hand an envelope to Reed.

Big fat one.

So I figured, it's only fair if I get cut in.

You want me to stay quiet on this, it's gotta be 50-50, OK?

- I can't do it, Mikey. I need it. - Give me the envelope!

No, it's not gonna happen, OK? We're done here.

Don't walk away from me!

What are you doing, man? Give me that.

Come on! Settle down!

Don't take my

Nobody knew that I was doing the job.

I asked him to keep it off the books 'cause I was embarrassed.

But you weren't sure.

That's why you asked about the third guard.

Wanted to see if you were safe.

- How did you know I'd take the bait? - Greed's a powerful motivator.

You said it yourself:

the Wells painting had some value.

You weren't gonna leave that on the table.

So, you got Moira to tell you where she stashed the painting.

I called her lawyers after you left my office.

She was pretty eager to make a deal

in exchange for a reduced sentence on her charges.

That's why you told me what hotel she was at.

Smart.

And that Christmas lady,

the way she held herself, she was an undercover, right?

Alright, everyone, the moment you've been waiting for!

Congratulations to the winner of the Christmas art competition...

...Piper Hutchens!

Yay!

And there you have it, folks!

The true heir of Angela Wells taking the world,

or at least this little frozen corner, by storm!

It's breathtaking.

She couldn't have picked a better inspiration.

I mean, what's more Christmassy than the Mistletoe?

Well, I suppose, just like Angela Wells,

I too will remain unappreciated in my time.

You haven't even shown me the finished painting yet.

- I haven't seen it yet either. - Oh!

Well, there's no time like the present.

- It's... you? - Well, obviously!

It's a self-portrait!

But I was posing for you.

I gave you days of my time.

Well, I needed someone to model the coat.

Oh, she's speechless! I get it.

Emily?

Piper! Ah, congratulations!

I'm so touched

by your painting.

You you made the Mistletoe look so magical.

Well, I'm really glad you like it.

'Cause... I would like to offer you the original.

- Oh, no, no. Come on, I can't. - I insist.

I owe you so much. Everything you've done for me.

Are you kidding me? You're a Wells.

- You were born for this. - Yeah,

I don't know if I'm ever gonna get used to that.

I like my privacy.

Yeah, like your grandma.

Ah,

I know just where I'm gonna put it.

It's Christmas

Thanks again for giving us access to your store last night.

I wasn't crazy about the broken window, but it was worth it.

Hey, maybe I'll send Moira

a signed copy of my book in prison.

She would love that.

Hey, Vi, if you wanna take off,

I can close up.

With Kyle gone for the holidays, I need the distraction. Plus

my feet are so warm and cosy,

I think I could stay on them all day.

Emily, could I, uh, steal you for a moment?

Why don't we talk outside? It's so beautiful out.

So, that's it. You got him.

Mostly thanks to you.

Ah, you would have managed.

But it wouldn't have been as much fun.

Hey, I, uh...

I want you to know, my investigation into your past...

...it's over.

You were right, I overstepped. I apologise.

Just like that?

I'm more interested in the person you are now.

It just... took me a second to realise that.

Thank you.

Maybe we could make a deal?

No more secrets? Or...

- ...no new secrets. - OK.

Yes, I think... I think I can manage that one.

So, we good?

Yeah.

We're good.

Is it me, or is it beginning to look a lot like Christmas?

Hey, everything OK?

Um...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, it's nothing.