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1 The washing machine has completed its cycle.

The washing machine has completed its cycle.

Yeah. I know. It's been two days.

I'm starting to get worried, too.

I will.

Sunny?

It's Kye.

I brought bagels.

I've got my eye on her.

Hey, uh...

maybe a date was too much too soon for you,

but could you...

at least tell me what I did wrong?

Sunny, are you okay?

Okay, this...

Sunny, I'm unlocking the door.

I need to know you're all right.

Sunny?

Sunny, I'm gonna call 911

if you can't give me...

some sort of sign that you're okay.

Who are you, you creep?

- What? - I overheard you on the phone.

I know you're spying on me.

Wait...

No... oh!

That's-that's-that's part of my job...

- What job? - Caretaking.

Sometimes, people throw me a little extra

to check in on their family members...

usually, it's the elderly, but...

you know...

Who hired you?

- Who hired you? - Your father.

He's worried about you.

You're lying.

My father is dead.

Now put a lug in it

and tighten it.

Got it.

You know, for a little extra,

the delivery guys assemble these.

Whoa, I can do this.

What does your concierge charge for a service like this?

I wouldn't know.

What's with the turnaround?

I thought you guys were kind of going out?

I'm not really one for going out.

And there's something off about him.

Did something happen?

Not really.

It's just a gut feeling.

I only just met the guy.

Yeah, but, I mean,

you and I have never met and we trust each other.

True. But I have saved your life...

a few times,

so, of course, you can trust me.

Kye just needs to up his game.

Hey!

What's going on?

It's a smart home.

The system's been acting up all morning.

Tech's trying to get it under control,

but it sounds like World War III.

Yeah.

Well, if we have alarms,

I'm assuming that we have cameras in here, huh?

Yeah, dozens,

but the system was off last night.

Who found the body?

Disarmed.

Who found the body?

Delivery driver.

Brought a case of champagne for the open house.

He was kind enough to lose his lunch outside.

I'm guessing he did not have the stomach to do this.

Oh, wow.

Please tell me that our killer did not do whatever this is.

Nope. Robotic vacuum on auto-pilot.

Contaminated the whole scene.

This house is full of these little buggers.

I've counted at least three.

Seems excessive, huh?

Cleanliness is next to godliness.

So, vic is Tristan Romano, 25,

assistant to the agent selling the house.

- What's with the mask? - Unsure.

Seems he was cleaning the place for a private showing.

The sheets are in the wash

and cleaning supplies are over here.

Wait, if there was a showing, where are the buyers?

- Owners? - Out of the country.

- I'll set up a call. - Did you find the point of entry?

There's no sign of break-in.

Okay...

and the cameras are linked to the alarm systems?

- No, they operate on a different channel. - No?

Tech is looking into why they were off at the time,

but the place has been glitching.

There's no sign of burn residue...

our vic was shot from behind and from a distance,

and then one to the head.

Maybe he was surprised by a burglar?

The furniture is staging and paintings are knock-offs.

Nothing to steal.

- Ooh. - His boss the listing agent

will meet us down at the station.

Thank you.

I think I did it.

It's backwards.

Isn't that great?

I don't know, my relationship with DIY is fraught.

Call from Matt Alleyne.

Matt. How are you with a screwdriver?

The drink or the tool?

Both.

Are we still on for dinner?

That depends.

- Are you cooking? - Of course, I am.

All right, then we're on.

Okay, bye.

So, about Matthew...

What, we like Matt.

And do we also like Jake?

Jake is work and that is off-limits.

Matt knows you better than anyone.

It could be perfect.

Yes, he's my best friend...

and you know what I like to do?

I sabotage relationships.

I ghost.

I am a runner.

Yeah, but things are different now...

you won't get far without me.

Call from Superintendent Bennett.

Bennett.

Thank God, you called.

How do you feel about home decor?

I can't think of anyone who didn't love the guy.

Tristan worked for me for eight months,

thought of me as his mentor.

Why was he wearing a mask, Mr. Westdale?

- Take a seat. - He had allergies...

- dust, chemicals and such. - Mm-hmm.

Broke out in hives.

And yet you still had him cleaning the place?

That's his job description.

Fetch and fluff.

God is in the details in the luxury real estate market...

and by God, I mean money.

Is that what you specialize in?

These suits don't buy themselves.

So tell us about the homeowners?

Tech geeks working offshore.

Portugal.

Okay, but you've had the house on the market for months.

What's the issue there?

Their asking price was insane.

They refused to listen to me about the comps.

They...

they "knew better."

Did you butt heads over that?

I sunk a load of marketing money into the place.

What a waste. Now the only people who want to buy it are podcasters.

What about the buyers you were supposed to meet?

I don't remember calling you in.

What's Jake's deal?

Zach Westdale, this is Tess Avery, consultant.

Best solve rate in the city.

If there's a homicide, she'll clear it.

Leo seems happy to see you.

Chair three o'clock.

The Department wants every resource on this thing,

it's all over the headlines.

So.

The buyers, Mr. Westdale?

They never showed.

- Did they reschedule? - No.

- You vetted them? - Sure, sure. Do I look like a hack?

We're gonna need their contact information.

If this sale was so important to you,

why weren't you there with your assistant?

I was stuck in traffic.

If I'd been there,

Tristan might still be alive.

Can anyone vouch for you?

I was alone. In my Lambo.

Listen, my girlfriend's been waiting in the lobby

long enough... are we good?

We're gonna need a written statement.

Sure. Statement, DNA swab, do whatever moves this along.

Appreciate your cooperation.

Thank you.

So Bennett called you in?

Yeah.

- Is that a problem? - No.

Not a problem. Just would have been nice to have been told.

So...

his alibi stinks.

Yeah. We should talk to his girlfriend.

Can you stall him for a few?

Takes forever to find those forms.

That is horrible.

Tristan was so nice.

Zach will be lost without him.

Right.

How long have you two been dating?

Oh, he's my fiancé. We just got engaged.

Oh, wow. Congratulations.

I knew right away that Zach was the one.

I've been very unlucky in love,

and Zach is just a dream come true.

Right.

If Zach's the dream, I would hate to see her exes.

So how did you two meet again?

Oh, I slid into his DMs.

I never do that,

but he was posting about loneliness,

and he just seemed so honest and... and real.

Hey.

We're done here.

Let's go, hon'.

Zach is real something all right.

Yeah.

So we've got no clear motives, no suspects.

What's our next move?

- I think we should probably... - Tess, what do you think?

We... we do our job.

We need to check Zach's alibi,

we should track down those buyers.

Yeah. The team found tire prints,

so let's get Forensics

to run them against the delivery van

and the victim's vehicle.

I can run point on tires.

Maybe Zach'll let me test drive his Lambo.

- Is it just me, or... - Not just you, no.

Prelim report is in.

Death is by gunshot, no surprise there.

But I did find traces of cocaine on his hands.

Was there anything in his bloodwork?

That's the interesting part.

There were no narcotics in his system.

Wow. Okay, so perhaps

our sweet, innocent, little victim

has been hanging out with drug dealers.

Yeah.

Goes to show you never know

who someone is wasting their time with.

Is Jake sending you a message?

You're in. Living room is straight ahead.

Oh, whoa.

You must be dusty.

Techs should've turned off the smart home features.

This place has a mind of its own.

One o'clock, you're clear.

What I would do with all this space.

There's even a pool.

I could get my laps in.

Oh.

That is a mess.

Poor Tristan.

Hey, Tess.

Can you tilt your camera down?

That pattern doesn't make sense.

What are you talking about?

There's a lighter shape inside the blood streaks.

Under the side table.

One o'clock. Two steps.

Was anything found at the scene?

No.

So something must have been sitting here and the killer took it.

And then maybe the vacuum came,

tracked Tristan's blood through it.

So this could've been a robbery?

Question is... what was taken?

Let me scan.

Wow. It's ritzy, but it's fake as hell.

Good Feng Shui, though.

Didn't peg you as a crystal lady.

It encourages prosperity.

Except for that bowl.

That one messes with the chi.

Where?

On the coffee table. Eleven o'clock.

Five steps.

It must have been moved.

There's scratches here.

Oh, and somebody must have cleaned it recently, too.

I can smell cleaning fluid.

Well, Zach said that our victim was here to clean.

Yeah, but he had cocaine residue on his hands.

Yeah, but he had none in his system.

I think he was doing more than just fluffing the place.

Bed two o'clock.

It's like an episode of CSI in here.

Well, blood doesn't fluoresce.

Well, then what could it be?

Oh!

Yeah.

Eww.

I think someone was using this place

as their party playpen.

That is a lot of DNA.

Too much DNA for an unoccupied home.

If our vic was using this place to party,

then he was definitely trying to cover his tracks.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Cleaning the place up,

and moving that bowl to hide the drug use.

Maybe the fun got out of hand? I don't know.

You know, what if the cameras were on for one of those parties?

They might have caught some faces. Somebody might know something.

We'll need a warrant to access footage

for any date other than the murder.

That could take weeks.

I'm going to call our ride.

You're both going to hate this.

No parties?

No nothing.

The cameras have been on and off dozens of times

over the last months, sometimes for days.

Okay, so whoever used the mansion

knew never to be on camera.

And had access to the system.

An inside job.

If we catch the person with the off switch,

maybe we catch our killer.

What about crab?

- What? - For dinner.

- We still good? - Oh...

If not, we can do crab bennies for breakfast.

One second.

Leo. What's up?

Zach provided the address for those buyers who no-showed.

Jake and I are on other leads.

Do you mind...

Oh, yeah, sure. I can take them.

You're the best, I'll text the coordinates.

- Thanks, Tess. - Okay.

He... he's gotta be on something.

If you think that Matt's gonna make you happy,

why don't you just go for it?

What?

What have you got to lose?

No, I, um...

You sure this is the right place, Miss?

Um...

Let me see.

It's an empty lot.

What the hell?

Call from Jake Campbell.

Jake...

the buyers are a dead end.

Literally.

They gave Zach a fake address.

Or Zach lied to us.

The results are in on the love shack.

The DNA did not match the dead assistant.

It's Zach's.

So Bennett's getting us a search warrant on the home.

Okay, send me the address, I'll meet you there.

You got it.

I can't wait to see where Mr. God Is Money lives.

This is not what I excepted.

Jake's eleven o'clock. Nine paces. Curb.

Hey. So Uniform saw him arrive just before we got here.

You come with me. You watch our six out here.

Hallway straight ahead.

Tess, it looks like a rooming house.

I can almost hear the cucarachas.

Did Zach give us another fake address?

Mr. Westdale.

Hey! Hey!

- He's running! - Stop!

Hey!

Fifteen paces. Hard right!

Mr. Westdale!

Stairs!

- Keep going. - Hey!

Straight.

Left.

You're almost outside.

- Jake's got him! - Let's get the bag.

What am I gonna find in here, Zach? What am I gonna find?

Any sharp objects? Any weapons?

- No. - No?

- No, just clothes. - Clothes?

- Clothes. - Okay?

There's a red stain at the bottom of the bag.

You want to bet that's the victim's blood?

The missing object from the crime scene?

Why don't you tell us what you were doing

there the night of the murder, Zach?

Take a seat.

Level 5 security required.

Sunny, you there?

Yeah. Sorry. I'm back.

- Why did you run? - I don't know.

I was scared.

Humiliated. I didn't think.

No one's ever seen me like that.

You mean the real you?

I have financial burdens.

Been living off credit cards for months.

I'm in a slump, okay?

I just needed one big sale to turn it around.

That's not the impression you gave us.

No.

I'm a one-person start up.

When I first moved here,

I made a few big sales right off the jump,

but I overextended, I blew through the money.

The suit is a rental, so is the car...

the watch is a knock-off.

The mansion was my ticket out.

Well, your fiancée seems pretty well-off.

She doesn't know that you're broke.

When I first met Phoebe, I was already in debt.

I couldn't tell her the truth, or she'd never date me.

- I bent some details. - Yeah, how far?

She might think I own the mansion

and I'm selling it as the owner.

Oh, my God!

You are a catch, my friend.

Hang on a second.

You were there with her. You turned off the security cameras.

I was worried the owners would check the feed.

Luckily, Phoebe travels a lot, so it wasn't often.

So you sent your assistant to clean up the love nest.

I swear he was dead when I got there.

I only grabbed my overnight bag.

I don't want Phoebe to find out. You're not gonna tell her, right?

Okay, Zach's assistant

finds out that Zach was lying to his fiancée,

using the mansion,

maybe he blackmailed him.

You would have to check a lot of transaction patterns.

Uh-huh.

Sounds like you'd better warm up your calculator.

Oh! I see.

You got better plans?

I do, actually.

And what would those be?

Pretty sure you don't want to know.

You're right, I don't.

Hey, can you hack into an email account?

I need to find out if those potential home buyers were fake.

Don't insult me.

Okay...

Done.

What was that? Like four seconds?

Free accounts don't even ask the name of your first pet.

Look at the email from the buyers.

Yeah, the address looks legit.

Could Zach have sent it as a cover?

I can track the IP.

If it goes back to Zach's computer, then it was him.

- Yeah. - But, um...

Wait a minute.

This is weird.

Weird good or weird bad?

It's weird surprising.

The meta-details are routed through multiple servers,

so whoever did send this...

their IP's untraceable.

So somebody was covering their tracks.

Look, this is next-level stuff here.

Is your guy some kind of a tech whiz, or what?

Barely a cheese whiz.

Well, it's impressive.

- These guys know what they're doing. - Wait a second, wait.

I've been going at this from the wrong angle.

Hang on. I mean, think about it.

The assistant was killed in Zach's fake mansion...

cleaning up Zach's actual mess...

all because of an email from a buyer to Zach.

The assistant was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Zach's not the killer...

he's the target.

Sunny?

He said he was your dad. I...

should have looked into it. I'm an idiot.

Go away, Kye!

Or I'm calling the police!

Okay. Okay.

Um...

You don't have to believe me.

I... I just...

I was only trying to help you.

I care about you.

Listen, Zach was supposed to be there, not his assistant.

Think about it. Tristan was wearing an N95 mask,

he has the same brown hair, a similar build,

he was shot from behind...

Okay, you're talking about mistaken identity?

- I don't know. - She has a point.

- Thank you. - Plus, this came in.

Forensic results on the tire prints.

One matches Zach's rental,

but he admitted to being there.

The second one does not match Tristan's car,

or the delivery driver's van.

All right, so who else was there?

Great news is the mystery print

is from a specialty tire known as the "AT 9J78B".

- Leo, come on. - It's mostly used for offroading,

and the presence of manufacturer powder

confirms the tires are new.

All right, so that's our killer.

Tess, I was thinking our next move

would be to canvass auto-shops in the area,

see if any have been sold recently,

then track down the owners.

Sounds good to me.

When did he become Team Tess?

He's always been Team Leo.

Where are you with the case?

So we've got a couple of working theories.

We can only hold the agent for another 12 hours without charging him.

The guy's a serial liar.

- We can't rule him out as a suspect. - Or he is the intended target

and releasing him would be a death sentence.

Figure it out, kids.

Twelve hours, then cut him loose.

Yes, Sir.

I know he's living a lie,

but I feel sorry for Zach.

He's in over his head, he's probably too scared to tell the truth.

Sunny, he got himself into this mess.

Yeah, but he's so desperate to be something that he's not...

he's thrown away who he really is.

That can't feel good.

Yep. His relationship is doomed.

He is lying to protect her.

If he wanted to protect her, he would tell her the truth.

Yeah, but if he did, then her life would be in danger.

All right, what?

Are we talking about Zach and Phoebe here?

Because if you have a theory,

now would be a great time to spit it out.

Maybe...

maybe she'll love him regardless.

You're being a romantic.

As usual.

When she finds out he lied, she'll be gone.

Unless she had a reason to stay.

What do you mean?

His money.

What can we find out about Phoebe online?

That's odd.

None of her socials date back more than a few years.

All right. Well, name changes are public record.

I wonder if our Phoebe has been married before.

She has. Twice.

Both of her relationships were short-lived.

She changed her name both times.

Okay, let's see if we can talk to these exes.

Oh...

we can't.

They're both dead.

Well, she really wasn't lying when she said she's unlucky in love.

Hang on.

There's one man who likes all of her posts...

Kevin.

There's old couple photos on his profile.

It must be an ex-boyfriend.

Send him a message,

- let's see if he talks to us. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, yeah. Phoebe and I used to date, eons ago.

And how'd you two meet?

I posted about a promotion,

she slid into my DMs.

- She said we had a lot in common. - I bet she did!

Her father is in Information Security,

I'm a cloud architect.

We really clicked.

We started off as friends,

before I knew it, we were engaged.

She is very convincing.

That's an interesting descriptor.

- Turn right. - It's accurate.

She didn't love me so much as she loved my station in life.

Are you saying she's a clout shark?

What I'm saying is...

Phoebe is a liar.

She pretends she has all this money, but it's her exes who are rich.

I figured her out and I ended things.

And you stayed friends?

- God no. - But you follow all her socials.

You can't avoid someone if you don't know what they're up to.

Good point.

What can you tell me about her previous husbands?

I figured one day a cop would come around asking about her.

Well, here I am.

I got out in the nick of time.

After we broke up, I did a little detective work.

It turns out her first husband was stabbed to death by a mugger.

- Wow. - Interesting.

The guy after me? They went vacationing to some luxury resort.

Report said that he drank too much,

fell off the balcony.

Both guys... super rich.

- That tracks. - Doesn't take an accountant to do the math.

So you think she killed them?

I think I'm lucky to be alive.

If Kevin is right, then Phoebe is just using

rich men for their money.

A Black Widow.

Maybe she arranged for Zach to fall victim to a robbery.

Yeah, only his poor assistant stumbled into her web instead.

If Phoebe is the spider,

then we need to talk to the fly.

We have been together three glorious months.

Wow.

And how'd you two meet?

Phoebe slid into my DMs

after I posted about a luxury listing.

Not after you posted about loneliness?

Real estate can be a lonely business.

I remember she felt we had a lot in common.

Her family runs a high-end real estate business overseas.

That's funny. I thought her dad was an analyst.

Have you met her parents?

No. Not yet. They live in Monaco.

Oh, that's convenient.

Would Phoebe benefit from your death?

No.

But you put her on your insurance policy, no?

That was just for the healthcare. I mean, who wouldn't do that?

Look, you broke the law

when you took evidence from a crime scene,

so lie to me again, and, so help me,

I will charge you with obstruction.

Now tell me what you're hiding.

Okay, fine, I put her in my will,

but all she'd have inherited is my debt.

She doesn't know that, does she?

She thinks you're rich.

Has she told you about her previous marriages?

What?

You've got the wrong woman.

Leo bogey, incoming.

Hey, Tess, I got a list of five customers in the area

who had those tires installed.

I've checked out three, all alibied.

I have two left.

So I'll loop you in if I find anything?

Yeah, great.

Hey... can you check out a Phoebe Winacott, too.

- The girlfriend? You got it. - Yeah. All right, stop.

What the hell is up with you?

Why are you being so nice to me?

You saved my ass when no one else believed in me.

I owe you.

Jake is at his desk, two o'clock.

Tess, someone's at my door.

Go. Go get it.

Okay, I've been going through

Zach and his assistant's bank accounts...

there is no sign

that his assistant was blackmailing him.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I think his fiancée, Phoebe,

is a Black Widow.

Both her ex-husbands are dead.

Do you have evidence?

Not enough for a warrant.

Is that why you're going through the cold case?

- What case? - Don't play dumb.

I hate it when you do this.

You're the only one who knows my password.

Oh, sorry.

It's a bad habit.

I must have clicked on the wrong file.

Okay, so we've got about six hours before we have to cut Zach loose,

and we can't haul his fiancée in without cause.

What if she came to us?

Yeah. We need bait.

Level 5 security required.

Sunny, what are you up to?

You ready?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Let's go catch a Black Widow.

The police *** within the hour.

That's great, I'll pick you up.

Baby, I know this is gonna sound crazy,

but I think someone is trying to frame me.

I'm worried the police will arrest me again and charge me.

Let's go somewhere safe.

Together.

You mean leave the country?

Just until this blows over.

I have enough cash in the safe at the house...

we can live large. What do you say?

Okay.

Let's meet at the house.

Bye.

Phone, please.

If Phoebe is after your money,

she'll try to beat you to the house

and make off with whatever she can.

We'll be waiting.

You've got it wrong.

She loves me.

We're about to find out.

All right, try a command.

Dim the lights.

Oh, that's very romantic.

Tess, you should have voice command of the smart home.

Sunny, you should be patched into the security cameras

and you can use the app to run the house remotely.

Perfect. I have control.

Thanks, Matt.

Tess, come in.

Yeah, Jake, we're tapped into the system.

Just don't ask me how.

Not planning to.

Grounds are clear.

We've got eyes out here.

Copy.

Sunny...

Jake said his log-in was used on a cold case.

Yeah, I...

I remembered a story about a murdered husband,

and so I just wanted to check for a connection.

Okay, look, you have to talk to me first.

I can't have him finding out

that you're helping me with cases.

Yeah. Don't worry.

It won't happen again.

That was a level-5 security file.

Level-5 security cases have strict media allowances.

You couldn't have known about it.

I probably just clicked on the wrong file.

Okay, spider is walking into the web.

She's here for the money.

Jake, I'm going dark.

Front door open.

Welcome home.

I'm headed out back.

Zach?

Hello?

She's headed into the kitchen.

Move to position two.

Be careful, Tess, she could be armed.

She's heading to the office.

She must be going for the safe.

As soon as she gets there, we move in.

She stopped.

Did she hear you?

Zach?

Are you home?

System override.

Who's doing that?

Wait. She turned around.

System override.

Who's overriding the system?

Is there someone else in there?

Lights on.

Lights on!

Jake. She's spooked. Get in here.

I think there's someone else in the house.

Unlock the south-side door.

Sunny?

I'm locked out.

I'm trying to override it.

It's not working.

Tess, unlock the south-side door.

- Sunny. - I've lost Matt.

Open doors!

System error.

- It's glitching. - Open doors!

Tess, she's heading for the kitchen.

She's looking for a weapon.

It's bad timing, Leo.

I tracked the mystery tire print.

You want the guy's name?

What do you mean "the guy"?

He grabbed her!

Sunny. Do you still have control of the cleaning system?

- Yeah. - On "Go!", distract him with the vacuum.

Go!

Get away from me!

Now, Tess! Straight ahead, eight steps!

Kevin.

Kevin?

Police!

You're under arrest!

Hands behind your back. Hands behind your back.

I'm taking care of Zach

the way I took care of your first husband.

These guys are not right for you, baby.

When are you going to realize that?

What are you talking about?

What...

What did you do?

The same thing I've been doing for years...

keeping an eye out for you.

Why? Because I love you.

When are you going to realize that we're right together, Phoebe?

We're right together!

Phoebe! Phoebe!

I did not see that coming.

Neither did she.

Sunny.

I just want you to know that I would never do anything to hurt you.

You know, I may be a lot of things...

lactose intolerant...

suspicious of birds,

surprisingly good at calligraphy...

but I am not a bad guy,

so I hope you can forgive me...

someday.

I love brownies.

More casework?

No. This one is wrapped up in a bow.

Ah, so you must be here because you're hungry?

I can be done with this.

Well, that's what I'm worried about.

Are we talking about grading?

No.

Us.

I don't want us to ever to be done.

I need you in my life, Matt.

I don't want to mess this up.

You are the Usain Bolt of relationships.

You run.

Yeah, you know me.

Yeah.

And you know me.

I'm a stayer.

That means it doesn't matter what happens...

I'll always be here.

Wait, do you only find me attractive

now that you can't see? Is that...

Would you stop?

Okay, so Bennett is thrilled.

We think we can tie Phoebe's ex to one of the previous murders.

Well...

Zach escaped being number three.

How is our favourite real estate agent?

He's broken-hearted.

We released him, but Phoebe was a no-show.

Yeah. I get it.

She must have some serious trust issues.

Hey, I feel like I owe you an apology.

I've kind of been...

A jerk.

That seems a little harsh, but I'll go with it.

Is this about Matt?

I mean...

seeing you with him wasn't exactly my favourite thing.

- Jake, you can't expect me... - I know, I know.

I just...

I kind of thought there was potential for...

something.

Uh...

we still work together.

That's right. Better than ever.

So. You won the bet fair and square.

What do you want?

You still have that friend in New York?

Yeah, the guy in the Ninth Precinct, right?

I need boots-on-the-ground

to look into someone.

You got a name?

Sunny Patel.

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