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1 Tess...

If this is another one-night-stand,

you're going to have to make your exit in the buff.

There's someone in the apartment.

I can't... I can't see anything.

Just hold on.

I'm turning on night vision.

Oh, my God, there is somebody there.

Straight ahead.

His back is to you.

There's something in his hand.

Oh, Tess, he's bloody huge.

Wait! Wait, wait, Tess!

Hey, hey, hey, sis!

Oh, my...

Drink?

Yes. Please.

He's got a black eye.

Looks like a real shiner.

Again?

What?

I said you'd better have a really good reason

for showing up at this ungodly hour.

If you didn't want me here,

you shouldn't have given me a key.

Besides, it's only...

Oh, 4:30.

Exactly.

All right, so what is it this time, huh?

Let me guess,

a one-night-stand threw you out,

a bookie is chasing you down,

because, Lucas,

if you are here asking for a top-up...

Can't I just check in on my sister?

I worry about you.

Yeah, right.

You're over your limit.

Where'd you get the black eye?

How did you see that?

What..

What is that smell?

What? What smell?

Have you been cooking?

What?

Is that paint?

- No! - No, that's like a...

- -...a wax. - It's nothing!

Hey, hold on, what is that? What?

Just a guy, okay?

Uh-huh.

I was working under the table.

This guy from the suburbs

hired me to make him a wood-fired pizza oven

in his garage,

then he stiffed me.

So you got in a fight?

I attempted to renegotiate.

The jerk threw me over the table full of pizza ingredients.

Oh, yeah?

This jerk got a name and address?

No, no, no, no,

I came here for my sweet, caring, compassionate sister,

not Detective Avery.

I just need a place to stay for a bit.

What? No...

I am out-of-pocket on this job...

No, absolutely not.

I just need to put some things together...

- Lucas, this is crazy, no... - I can cook, I can clean.

God knows, this place could use it!

It is getting a little frat-housey in there.

What the...

Look, you work under the table,

you're gonna get tossed over it sometimes, okay?

Do you want me to turn off?

Seems a little... personal.

Did he just salute you?

All important life goals

I can strive for from your couch.

It's already got a giant Lucas-sized dent in it

Yeah! I knew I could count on you!

- Oh, my God! - Whoo-hoo!

Would you just knock it off!

All right, I'm going to bed, okay?

Call from Superintendent Bennett.

Call from Superintendent Bennett.

Tess, sorry to wake you.

I really wish you had.

What's up?

Sir.

I hope I'm not too early.

I start my shift at noon,

so I figured I could get started on this right away.

Um, brown-sugar iced latte?

Yeah. Thank you.

Okay, can you hold the whole thing?

- Sure. - Thank you.

Yeah.

Okay, you know, I'm good.

Like, this is... this is good.

You know, you remind me of a stray cat I took in once.

Oh, yeah?

Because of my chic, yet warm demeanour?

No, because it hid in my closet for three months.

How did you get it to come around?

Oh, I didn't. The vet found a chip.

I'm a cat-napper, it turns out.

Oh, so you're a dangerous man.

That's what I get for bring in strays.

I have a... I have a client waiting.

Okay, I'll be here.

Okay.

- Uh... - Uh, I'll take that.

Right.

Okay.

You need anything?

No.

Okay.

Seems like we're pretty safe in here.

Hey! So...

what am I looking at here?

You're asking me?

Well, it's very...

...artistique.

Sunny, talk to me.

Well, I don't know, it's abstract art.

If I said it was a bunch of scribbles,

I wouldn't be lying.

Really helpful.

It's a lot.

Do we have a body?

Oh, oh, got it.

12:00, about ten paces,

on the right,

lying on the canvas.

I'm just saying he deserved better.

I can't argue with that.

Leo looks bothered.

If you could see this, you'd weep.

This is Hamish Galanis.

"Anthropod Echoes"?

"Cobalt Number Three"?

Philistines.

The victim was a famous painter

is what he's trying to say.

Yeah, 10 years ago he had a showing at MOMA,

it would have blown your mind.

This guy was a legend.

I minored in art history.

I mean, that brushwork.

He hadn't lost a step.

Wow.

Muddy waters run deep, I guess.

Anyway,

a single stab-wound to the carotid artery.

Bled out quite quick.

From the pooling, I'd say the blade was lodged,

removed after death.

So, what are we looking for?

Something narrow, not too sharp.

It went in with some force.

I'd bet it nicked the spinal column.

We've got contusions on the cheeks,

orbital left socket,

and cuts on both hands.

Possible defensive wounds.

Any other sign of a struggle?

It's hard to say.

I mean, housekeeping wasn't exactly

this guy's forte, right?

This is a creative space, okay?

- Oh, my God. - He embraced entropy.

Doctor, can I talk to you?

Hey, Avery,

you ever going to introduce us

to one of your guides?

Why not?

Maybe I could teach him a few things.

Just talk to me about the stab wound.

Well, it's...

it's about an inch wide.

There's a lot of blood.

All right...

There's some yellow on his collar,

and a smear on his neck, too.

Paint.

Any yellow on the canvas?

No,

and none on the brush either.

Hey, Tess,

so this guy is like a bona-fide minor celebrity.

We've got maybe six hours before the press is all over it.

- Wow, that long? - Mm.

All right, who found the body?

A Craig Young.

He owns a gallery called, um...

Chro...

"Chromatisme".

- It's French. - Oh.

Isn't he precious?

Okay, so Galanis,

he booked him for a show next week.

Bring him in? Let's talk?

Yeah.

Call from Matt Alleyne.

Call from Matt Alleyne.

Matt's calling.

Is something up?

I'm working.

Right.

It has nothing to do with the drink by the pond?

Just tell me what else we see.

Well, there's a table right in front of you.

There's paints, rags,

drinks, bottles.

Drinks?

What's that about?

Far end of the table, about five paces.

It's kind of like a chemistry set,

or like a wine bar in a kindergarten.

Wait, wait, wait,

right in front of you, there's some kind of paste.

It's the same yellow as the paint on the stab wound.

There's an indent in the paste.

Describe it.

It's, uh, it's diamond-shaped.

It's about an inch wide.

Hamish mixed his own paints.

Uh, Mr. Young, this is Tess Avery.

Uh, this indentation, where does that come from?

Uh... a palette knife, maybe?

I-I think?

Mm-hmm.

It's a yellow paint,

same as the stab wound.

Find the knife, find our guy.

So, when did you find the deceased, Mr. Young?

Sorry, uh, 6:00 a.m.

Hamish kept strange hours,

so, uh, sometimes it was easier to catch him in the morning.

And where were you last night?

At home, alone,

but I did have a late Zoom with my sister and her kids.

Okay, we're gonna need her contact information.

Of course.

So, walk me through what you saw when you...

What did you say Hamish used to mix his paints?

Um, saffron oil?

Walnut.

That grit there,

that's from grinding lead and sea salt.

He was old-school with his yellows,

and the process was painstaking...

What about wax?

Yeah, he used beeswax as a softener.

How did you know that?

Jake?

Yeah?

I'll be right back.

Tess, where are we going?

I know this smell.

What are you doing?

You lied to me, Lucas.

You were at a murder scene last night.

I don't know what your talking about.

Who's calling?

Oh, my God,

that's Craig from the studio.

The gallery owner.

How do you know Craig Young?

- Let me talk to him... - No!

He never mentioned you to the police.

If you answer this, you make him an accomplice.

To what?

You're not making any sense.

No, wait, Tess, you can't think that Lucas...

Wait...

Give me my phone!

Don't touch me.

Don't touch anything.

You do exactly as I say.

All of it, in the bag.

I didn't kill Hamish.

Shoes too.

What, am I just supposed to sit here naked?

Here.

You don't understand, do you?

Every thread, every fibre you're wearing,

every drop of paint,

it's important evidence and we need to preserve it.

Go from the top.

How do you know Craig Young?

He's my boyfriend.

It'll be two months next week.

Might be a record.

He doesn't care that I'm a mess, okay?

He makes me feel special.

He introduced you to Hamish?

If you're nodding, I can't tell.

Yes.

Craig said

that Hamish would put his gallery on the map

after the new show.

At least that's what Roman said.

Roman? Who's that?

Hamish's manager.

Kind of pretentious.

He was always around the gallery,

prepping for the show,

talking our ears off about Hamish's genius.

What a load.

What do you mean? What happened?

He refused to show us any new work.

I figured he was taking Craig for a ride,

squeezing him out of advances,

wasting our time,

especially after, uh...

After what?

I bought one of his paintings.

It was only nine grand.

Roman said it would double in value after the show!

How did you get that kind of money?

From people who expect to be paid back,

with interest.

Oh, Lucas!

Screw you, Tess, I'm in love.

Yeah, with a quick buck.

Tell me what happened last night.

Roman said that this was part of Hamish's "process",

that nobody could get to him and never had.

I figured a new voice could...

motivate him?

He was taking advantage of the man I love, Tess!

Takes one to know one, right?

I had to step up,

protect Craig.

What, so you went to beat some sense into Hamish?

I went to talk,

but he was drunk,

things got physical.

He popped me one, I bailed.

He was cussing me out as I left, but he was alive!

Okay.

Was there anybody else there?

Coming or going?

No, there was...

We were alone.

Did Craig know that you went to see Hamish?

Yeah.

He didn't want me to.

He doesn't like confrontation.

He's gentle that way.

If he didn't tell you anything,

it's because he's covering for me.

Naive.

Naive and sweet.

That sums up Craig.

If you want me to...

turn myself in,

I'll go.

No.

Oh, thank God.

It's too high-profile.

There's too much pressure to make a quick arrest.

If I bring you in now,

it's a circus,

it'll totally derail the whole investigation.

I can't help you from here.

I gotta get back.

Great, so, uh...

what do I do?

There's someone I need you to meet.

Tess! What happened?

Did you arrest Lucas?

Is he in jail?

Who the hell is that?

Your husband had a reputation

of ruffling feathers, Mrs. Galanis.

Can you think of anyone

who might have wanted to hurt him?

He was almost a recluse in the last few years.

He hated the politics of the art scene.

And yet he was planning a comeback?

Mrs. Galanis, this is Tess Avery,

she's going to be helping us with your husband's case.

Craig Young said

your husband was doing a new show next week.

Roman, Hamish's manager, talked him into it.

We needed the money.

Do you know why someone would have wanted

- to hurt your husband? - I wish I could help you more,

but in the past few months,

he spent all his time working, shut me out completely.

He was always reclusive, but this...

Well, do you know what was troubling him?

Hamish was a genius,

but his inner critic was ravenous.

I think it was eating himself alive.

You're right,

he was brilliant.

Let's get you some air.

Oh, sorry, just looking for the bathroom.

Took you a while.

Oh, the cab drivers are getting wise to me,

taking the long route.

Okay.

So, Rae confirms that the palette knife

is a match to the victim's wound.

Tell me you found it.

I wish I could. I'd be lying.

Are you okay?

Yeah, just... tired, you know?

Okay, well, get yourself some coffee.

They just brought in Roman.

Let's go.

Thank you for waiting,

I'm Detective Campbell, this is Tess Avery.

Roman. Hiyashi.

I'm...

I was Hamish's manager.

I can't believe this.

We just need to ask you a few questions.

So how long has this been going on?

Have you been listening

to every conversation I've had with Tess?

Do the cops know about you?

Does Jake?

Uh... somewhat.

They know about the guiding app.

It's complicated.

This is insane.

I can just call you...

No, no, hey, hey!

Put the stuffy down, Lucas.

At some point,

the police will want to see your phone records, so, no,

calling me is a bad idea.

The neighbour's nanny cam will do.

I don't suppose Tess is catching the real killer

as we speak, is she?

She's conducting an interview.

Grey hair, older man.

Roman.

Probably singing Hamish's praises.

What's it like being in my sister's head?

She's opened up my world.

Oh, ho, ho.

Voyeurism, my favourite vice.

Ew, no, not like that.

I mean...

Tess' work isn't exactly family-friendly.

She helps people.

Sometimes.

What does that mean?

Let's go for a walk, shall we?

Let's see what you have, sister.

Yes, yes, no...

Beautiful.

Lucas Avery,

it is the middle of the day.

It's 5:00 somewhere.

Join me.

It'll put feathers on your chest.

You know,

I've never known my sister to trust anyone

as much as she trusts you.

Yeah?

Yeah, we are incredibly tight.

What has she said about me?

Lucas, she worries about you.

She shouldn't.

She told me about your mother.

I am so sorry.

Ah, well.

It's all ancient history.

Let me take this moment to embarrass my sister.

Has she told you about the Halloween

we did each other's makeup?

Do tell...

Well, it all started when...

Okay, so the opera house says

that you picked up tickets at 8:15.

Salome.

I don't even like opera,

but people in my business,

they expect a little culture.

And how was business?

You arranged for Hamish's new show?

I believed

he still had more to offer the world,

although Hamish wasn't exactly raking it in these days.

I bought a few dozen of his pieces over the years.

Ended up his biggest collector.

Artists need patrons, always have.

The wife made it sound as though

he wasn't exactly looking forward to the comeback though.

An artist's narrative is everything,

but Hamish excelled at self-sabotage.

That kid who owned the gallery,

Craig,

he was beside himself.

He spent a fortune renting new space for the show.

Even his boyfriend got involved.

A piece of work, that one.

Craig never mentioned a boyfriend.

I only met him a couple times.

Luca?

Lucius?

Uh... I can't recall...

I, uh, I do have an address, though.

He bought one of Hamish's paintings.

It's still in storage,

but he wanted it delivered to his sister's address.

The look on her face!

She's holding me by the ear,

she's slapping the tattoo artist silly,

and she's yelling,

"That's not how you spell 'bootylicious'!"

Hey, is there an outlet?

Oh, found it.

Needless to say, I got a refund.

Oh, and this one time,

she tried climbing up the Playland roller coaster.

Oh, oh! The big wooden one?

Oh...

you know it?

Yeah. Yeah, I-I do street view, sometimes.

Gosh, I cannot believe

that Tess was ever that much fun.

Yeah...

...neither can I.

Sorry, I...

This whole situation,

it's like I'm losing her all over again.

Your mother?

Forget it.

Oh, wait.

Sir, Lucas.

I see something.

No, Tess is right.

Lucas is not a killer.

That's her brother we're talking about?

Something's up.

What are we still doing here?

Sir, look, he-he got in a fight.

It's not the first time, but he didn't do this.

He's not a killer.

As long as your brother's a suspect,

you're off this case.

Jake, Leo,

go bring Lucas in.

- Sir, I... - Go.

Oh, no.

Lucas didn't do this.

Roman said your brother had nine grand

riding on Hamish's new show,

and Craig confirmed Lucas went to Hamish's last night.

Means, motive, opportunity.

Yeah, doesn't mean he's guilty...

We just want to hear Lucas' side of things.

Come on, Jake.

Who do you think you're talking to?

You don't wanna let us into your place,

we can get a warrant.

You are not taking him in without me.

You wanna call him a lawyer, too

Leo, stop it.

Not cool.

Lucas...

Lucas Avery? Police. You in here?

Police!

Lucas?

He's not here.

No, he... he has to be here.

Maybe he just stepped outside or something.

Or he skipped town.

You know that if he runs, this becomes a manhunt.

- No, he did not run. - So, where is he?

Check this out.

Clothes, shoes,

paint all over 'em.

I bet you anything it's a match for Hamish's studio.

Lucas was dumping evidence.

No, you don't know that...

Storage locker key.

You know anything about this, Tess?

I'll put out a BOLO.

We'll check this out.

Come on.

Jake... come on,

you know him.

Which is why we have to stay objective.

Tess, you can't be anywhere near this,

for both your sakes.

You sit tight.

We do this by the book.

Sunny... where is Lucas?

Promise you won't get mad.

What did you do?

I kept him safe, just like you wanted.

You warned him?

You said that if they brought Lucas in,

they could miss the real killer.

I tried to think fast.

You call this thinking?

Look, I stashed him somewhere safe.

No, what you did

was make all three of us guilty of obstruction of justice!

Actually, um...

all four of us?

Don't get cocky,

your health is low,

and we only got three more to go.

The Fire Knight? Please.

We've been kicking her ass since we were 12.

Yeah, but then you'd always tap out

and give the controller to Tess.

I just didn't want to embarrass you

- in front of my sister. - Yeah... okay.

How's she doing? Is she good?

She's got her plate full today, man.

I'm just surprised she didn't reach out on her own.

Did something happen between the two of you, or...

Oh!

Oh, good for you.

Good for you.

Yeah, fine. Uh, we kissed.

That's my sister, man.

What are you, five years old?

Okay, fine.

You've been inching to first base

ever since we met, so...

come on, give me the deets.

- About your sister? - Yeah!

Look, dude,

Sunny said to hang with you,

and that's it, no questions asked.

- She didn't mean me, though... - Lucas!

He's right in front of you, next to Matt, playing...

Third level of "Legend March", I heard the music.

You want to play?

I mean, Lucas is about to tap out.

Glad you guys are having such a good time.

Tess, what's... what's going on?

I need to talk to Lucas alone.

No problem. Whatever you need.

I'm sorry I gave Roman your address.

I didn't want Craig knowing where I lived,

and when Sunny told me they were coming...

You fled from the police.

Do you get how guilty you look right now?

You were gonna turn me in.

I'm still turning you in.

I can't protect you now.

Come with me,

and I will at least help you explain to Jake and Leo.

No, and if you try to take me,

I will seriously run away.

I am trying to keep you safe!

How many times have I bailed you out?

Or sat up worrying when you disappeared for a week,

or a month?

You don't get it.

This, right here,

this is what I've been dreading

ever since we were kids,

and you are treating it like a joke.

'Cause if I don't, I'm gonna lose it, Tess.

I have never been so scared in my life...

...and you're...

throwing me to the wolves again.

What does he mean "again"?

You want me to risk everything 'cause you're my brother?

Because I'm innocent.

Matt...

Yeah?

Look, Tess, whatever's going on, I'm here.

I can help.

Give Lucas your car keys.

What?

Guess we know why

Lucas never gave his sister an address.

I had no idea things had gotten this bad.

You sure you wanna be here?

Seems like you're pretty cozy with the Avery siblings.

Lucas is just a suspect right now.

Yeah.

You think he's capable of this?

Honestly?

Well, in my experience,

anybody is capable of anything.

It just takes the right push.

He'll be at the new show space.

You should let me talk to him.

Oh, absolutely not.

Then why are we even going to Craig?

Because if we're going to get out of this,

we need to find Hamish's real killer.

No, you can't be serious.

Think about it, Lucas.

Craig knew you were going to go talk to Hamish.

He could have slipped in after you.

Hey, can you guys hear me?

Yeah, we're all set up.

We're on a party line now.

You're both going to hear what I do.

If Craig lies, you tell me.

You're wrong about him.

Great.

Then we're both going to jail.

Hey, uh, I blew a fuse in the front room.

I plugged in a sander and the whole place went dark.

Uh, do you have a fuse box?

Right over there.

Okay, sorry.

Ah, okay.

Keep walking. 12:00.

Stop.

Okay.

Any sign of Craig?

No.

There's paintings right in front of you.

An open space.

Watch yourself.

Oh, wait, stop.

Guess who else is here.

The wife.

To the right.

Mrs. Galanis?

What do you think of it?

Oh, it's very...

Oh, uh, uh...

abstract?

...visceral.

Nice save.

Hamish used to paint me all the time.

I was his muse once.

He was cold to her, Tess.

They hated each other.

I know what it's like,

to watch somebody you love drown like that.

What was really going on with Hamish?

A couple months ago,

three of my closest friends told me that Hamish had made...

...had made unwanted advances.

They were planning on coming forward...

Oh, my God.

...and they weren't the only ones.

So you confronted him?

I didn't want to believe it.

I thought he'd have some kind of explanation,

but he just...

shut himself off,

and that's how I knew it was true.

He knew he was going down, so he undermined his own show.

He'd fallen from fame once.

He couldn't do it again.

He had lied to you,

and betrayed you.

You must have wanted to do something about it.

I wish I could have,

but, somehow, I still loved him.

What kind of person does that make me?

Those were his mistakes, not yours.

I'd like to talk to those friends of yours,

and I'm going to need to verify your whereabouts.

Lucas, did you know?

Do you think I would have bought

one of his paintings if I had known?

I should ask Roman for my money back.

Tess, we can take this to Jake, can't we?

I mean, this is a whole new angle...

Are you okay?

What happened?

It's okay.

I think I hit a load-bearing hatbox or something.

No, it's okay, it's my fault.

I'm a bit of a hoarder.

I, um, I don't go down to the storage lockers often,

so I...

- Okay. - Yeah.

Uh, well, you know,

some art, suitcases, and...

Oh, this is beautiful.

Please...

Oh.

Um, you have to go now.

- What? - Just go, just get out.

- Get out! - Okay.

Call from Jake Campbell.

I'll just be a minute.

Call from Jake Campbell.

Jake...

look, I think there's more to this than we think.

We found the murder weapon in Lucas' things.

No.

No, that's impossible.

I'm looking at it right now.

Four-inch palette knife, covered in blood...

same yellow paint that we saw on the stab wound.

There's got to be an explanation.

- I... - Yeah.

Listen to me very carefully, okay?

He is safer with us, and you know that.

Maybe you're right.

No, no, no, no.

[tires squealing

Call from Jake Campbell.

Tell me that's something stronger than coffee.

Bourbon?

You can leave the bottle.

Tess, you know I'm not worried about the car, right?

I just want Lucas safe,

and then after that, I'll tear him a new one.

Yeah, get in line.

Okay, I've got a meeting scheduled, but, uh,

you and I,

we need to talk.

Yeah, uh...

Hey, Tess?

I'm sorry I got distracted,

I-I forgot about the party line...

No, it's not your fault.

Lucas needed me, and I was about to...

It's not the first time I let him down.

Is that what he meant?

About throwing him to the wolves?

After our Mom died,

I tried to take care of him,

and we were kids, both of us,

and I was a mess.

They separated us,

and I lost him to foster care for years,

and when I finally got my life together,

and got him back,

there was this...

gulf between us.

So that's why you want to him close now.

I lost him once, Sunny.

If he runs now, I might lose him for good.

Guilty or not, I will never give up on him.

Yeah, he's so lucky to have you.

Then where the hell is he?

Maybe he already told us.

You think I would have bought one of his paintings

if I had known?

I should ask Roman for my money back.

Yeah, he's broke.

He would need cash to skip town.

Maybe he needs a refund.

Let's talk to Craig.

I want to know where Roman would be right now.

Got it.

Roman!

Lucas?

Is that my painting?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

How did you get in here?

I did a little B&E as a kid.

It's like riding a bike.

I'm having second thoughts about my investment.

It's Matt's car.

The engine's still warm.

The door is 3:00, about 40 paces.

Roman is through the door on your right.

12:00, 10 paces.

You expect me

to just hand over nine grand in cash?

Then give me the painting.

I want what's mine.

Or what?

You'll cut my throat like you did to Hamish?

Get off of me!

Lucas!

I just need my money,

then I'll be out of your life.

That's what you want, right?

What? No.

Lucas, never.

- Lucas... - Get off.

Who wants that creep's painting anyways?

Come on, come here.

- Punk. - Hey, you're right,

Hamish's work would be worthless

once the truth came out.

You said it yourself,

an artist's narrative is everything,

except Hamish's was about to blow up in your face,

so you changed it.

You killed him.

You're accusing me of murdering my best friend?

Hamish is a tragic victim now.

I mean, by the time people would have found out

what kind of man he really was,

you would have sold off your entire collection

and made a fortune.

You just needed someone to blame for the murder.

He kept telling me

that Hamish wasn't listening to him,

that he needed someone to talk to him.

He put the idea in my head.

You pushed Lucas to confront Hamish,

and after he left, you killed him.

You planted the knife in Lucas's things.

I was at the opera the night of the murder,

remember?

Yeah, your ticket got picked up.

Can you prove that you stayed through the show,

or that you even took your seat...

All right, that's enough.

Just leave before I call the police...

Okay. Then you can explain to them

how you know that Hamish's throat was cut.

We never released that information.

- I've heard enough! - No, no, no!

Lucas!

Don't you move.

Tess!

I never wanted any of this.

Hamish was the bastard, not me.

By the time I'd found out what he'd done,

it was too late to stop the show.

I would have gone down with him.

Is that fair?

My sister's a detective, Roman,

you think you can just kill her?

There's a deep-cleaning room down the hall.

They'll think you both went into hiding.

I'm sorry I dragged you into this.

Listen to me,

remember that dog in Mr. Rivers' courtyard,

that used to chase us?

Yeah...

You're the dog!

Okay, head the way you came.

Ah!

There's crates to your left.

There's another crate, 12:00. 10 steps.

Which direction?

Hard right now!

Did I ever tell you I have a sister?

Five years younger.

Struggling musician.

I get what Tess is doing, all I'm saying.

We don't know what she's doing.

Except dodging your calls.

Turn around.

Try to turn around up here.

114 Gannon Place.

Roman has Lucas.

Jake's on his way.

Tess, just hold on.

Oh, my God,

he's in there, he's packing a bag.

Tess...

Are you okay?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Looks like he's making a break for it.

I'm going to go cut him off, okay?

No! No! Lucas!

This is my mess.

Let me fix it, okay?

No!

Let me fix it.

Sunny, you with me?

- Roman! - Lucas!

2:00, behind the shelf.

There's a saw at your feet!

- I got it, I got it! - Lucas!

What were you thinking?

You could have been killed!

Lucas, I'm sorry.

Please.

Do you know how many free drinks this scar is going to get me?

Okay.

Ooh, game face.

Your other boyfriend just showed up.

Well, you got lucky.

You know you could have both ended up in cuffs, right?

The night is young.

Care to explain how you ended up here

after you were told to recuse yourself?

Sir, I was protecting...

She was protecting the investigation, sir.

Tess had a hunch

that Lucas would try to recover the money.

I wouldn't listen to her, so she followed up by herself.

She was trying to bring her brother in by the book.

Is this true?

Yes.

By the book.

Jake, you're benched until further notice.

What? Sir, I was out of line...

Yes, you were,

and Jake just lied his ass off for you.

If you can't see straight when she's around,

I can't use you.

Now, thanks to you, I have to go craft

a very carefully-worded press release.

Jake, I'm sorry...

You should have trusted me.

I had to protect Lucas...

Yeah, you almost got yourself killed, okay?

You know what,

I'm thinking maybe a break

isn't such a bad thing after all.

If you had to do it again?

I'd make the same decision.

Tess!

My hero!

- Thank you so much! - Oh!

Oh... no, Craig.

She has boundary issues,

as in, she has them.

And I don't. I am so sorry.

All good.

Matthew Alleyne.

Oh, nice to meet you.

I, uh...

I didn't know Tess was bringing a date.

- Oh... - No, we, uh...

Oh, please, labelling things is so last century.

Yeah.

Um, do me a favour.

- Oh, yeah. - Grab the bottom of that.

The police released your painting.

After the trial,

you might even get your money back.

I'm not sure I even want it.

The women accusing Hamish have gone public.

It's all over social.

His wife has asked us

to keep the gallery open for now.

She's putting all the funds of his artwork

into a restitution fund,

and I guess, uh...

I'll just have to be a better judge of character

in the future.

Well...

you were right about my brother.

Well, cheers to that.

- I'll get some more drinks. - Please.

- Ow. - Sorry.

I like him.

Well, takes the pressure off your couch.

Good.

Guilty or not,

I will never give up on him.

Guilty or not, I will never give up on him.

Guilty or not, I will never give up on him.

Guilty or not, I will never give up on him.

Guilty or not, I will never give up on him.

Guilty or not, I will never give up on him.

But will you give up on me?

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