All language subtitles for Mistletoe.Murders.2024.S01E01.720p.WEB.H264-JFF_track3_[eng]-NH

There's nothing
worse than a nightmare

so intense that even
after you're awake,

you can't be sure
it wasn't real.

Good morning, boys!

Mama loves you.
Yes, I do.

They say
Fletcher's Grove

is the kind of small town where
time moves a little slower,

where everyone knows
everyone else's business

and people keep
their doors unlocked,

because you never know
when a friend might pop by

for a visit.

I haven't been here long enough
to confirm or deny this,

but as someone who strongly
values their privacy...

Hi.

...well,
let's just say,

I keep my door double-bolted.

Large black coffee, order up!

Oh, thanks, Sue,
you're a life-saver.

Whoa... hey!

- That one's actually mine.
- I ordered before you.

Well, I guess chivalry is dead.

Not dead,
just on a case-by-case basis.

I'm sure yours will be right up.

That was
the end of the pot.

Grab a seat.
I'll brew you another.

There are days
when I think to myself,

"Who is this socially awkward,
caffeine-obsessed cat lady?"

But most of the time,
I see myself as your average,

unassuming, small-town
retail store owner,

who leads
a perfectly ordinary life.

Then again, a shop that worships
at the shrine of Christmas

365 days a year
may be considered by some

to be far from ordinary.

In which case...

I'm a rock star.

- Violet, crank it!
- I love this song!

Emily, I'm begging you
to let me pick a new playlist.

Maybe with some songs
from this century?

And... that's a wrap!
Here you go.

- Thank you.
- It's perfect.

- Em?
- Yeah?

I was thinking,
you could train me on cash.

Not that I don't
love stocking shelves,

but I've been here
almost three weeks...

No, no, no, you're right,
you're ready.

Uh, we'll start next shift.

Why not right now?

I actually have to close
the store early today.

June's coming by
to give Doyle his check-up.

You know, I should actually
bring something for her...

What...

Yeah!

June Hubble
is not just

the best veterinarian I know,

she's also one of
the few people here in town

that I consider a true friend.

Hey, us cat people
have to stick together.

Everything looks good.

His incision has healed nicely,

and I see
his weight is up a bit.

Oh, yeah, he's definitely
got his appetite back,

that's for sure!

You've been a good patient, huh?

Yeah!

If anything changes,
you call me right away.

I don't care if I'm, uh...

walking down the aisle?

No!

Marcus proposed!

We're talking about
a May wedding.

- Congratulations!
- I'm so happy for you both.

It doesn't even feel real.

Marrying my ex-husband,
I mean, who does that?

People who deserve
a second chance.

Oh, I have something
for you, actually.

Um...

You didn't have to do that.

You kidding me?

You saved my sweety,
you get cookies for life!

Aw, well,
I'll save it for tonight.

Marcus is taking me
on a horse-drawn wagon ride

at the Christmas tree farm.

Sounds romantic.

Sounds like we're gonna
freeze our butts off.

All the more reason
to snuggle up together.

I like the way you think!

Not too cold, are you?

Not at all.

It's beautiful here.

Not as beautiful as you.

Um, after the ride,

I've got a bit of business to
take care of here at the farm.

- What kind of business?
- It's nothing.

It's just bank stuff.

Marcus!

Okay, you got me.

The truth is, it's a surprise.

For you.

And I promise
you're gonna love it.

You trust me?

Whoa-ho, up there!

Okey-doke, folks,
that is the end of the line!

Woo!

Now, we got some
hot chocolate waiting for you

by the gift shop,
and, oh, don't forget,

Christmas trees are
now available for pre-order.

Rowen!

Watch your step.

Thank you.

My lady.

- Here.
- It'll warm you up.

Um, I'm gonna handle
that bit of business

that we talked about first.

But, when I get back...

wanna grab some dinner?

I am starving.

Here.

Something sweet
to tide you over.

- Thank you.
- I'll be right back.

Marcus.

We need to talk.

- Not now, Gordon.
- I've done what I can for you.

You're just gonna
have to be patient, okay?

Alright.

Vy?

I need your help.

I'm trying to place
this special order

for this lovely lady,
and it's frozen.

Why does technology hate me?

- This thing is ancient.
- Here, let me try rebooting.

Let me guess.

You're here to apologize
for taking my coffee yesterday.

Not quite.

I'm actually here
in an official capacity.

Detective Sam Wilner.

- Oh, um...
- What are you doing here?

Checking up on me or something?

- I'm actually here about a case.
- Could you give us a minute?

You got it.

Violet's last name
is Wilner too.

- She's my daughter.
- Right, yeah.

Should have put that
together sooner.

Uh, I'm Emily Lane.

It's nice
to officially meet you.

I wish it were under
better circumstances.

Are you familiar with
a man named Marcus Donavan?

Yeah, he's my friend
June's fiancé.

Why do you ask?

There was an incident at the
Chalmers Tree Farm last night.

Marcus is dead.

I can't... I can't believe it.
How did you say he died?

I didn't.

Yeah, but you're
here investigating,

so you must suspect foul play.

"Under the Mistletoe."

This came from your store,
did it not?

Uh, yeah.

Don't know what it's doing
in an evidence bag, though.

This wrapper was found
next to Marcus's body.

The cookie was ingested
just prior to his death.

I'm sorry... you're telling me
that my cookie killed Marcus?

I'm sorry,
that was taken out of context!

Our cookies are very safe!
Come again!

Did I hear you say someone died?

It doesn't concern you.

It does if there's
a maniac loose on the streets.

Do I look like final girl
material to you?

- Violet.
- Whatever.

I'll just get Emily
to tell me after you leave.

- Sorry about that.
- Where was I?

You were explaining
that Marcus was poisoned

by one of my cookies.

Who said anything about poison?

What other way is there
for a cookie to kill a man?

I can't discuss
the details of the case.

Is this your entire stock?

No, I have a bunch more
boxes in the back.

Well, I'm gonna
have to take them with me,

if you're okay with that.

And if I'm not?

I'll come back with a warrant
and take them anyway.

Great, yeah, I'll go get
those packed up for you.

That's all of 'em.

- Okay, thank you.
- I will, uh...

get these back to you if I can.

See you after your shift, Vy.

Later, Dad.

- Do you...
- need some help with that?

- No, I got it, I think...
- Um...

Actually, yes.

Thanks for your help, Ms. Lane.

It's just Emily.

- Okay.
- Emily.

Bye, Sam.

I suspect
my perfectly ordinary life

just got more complicated.

But that's nothing
compared to the loss

my friend June must be feeling.

There was a time
I would have been curious

about a man leaving the home
of a dead man's fiancé,

but today I'm just here
to comfort a friend.

It's a veggie casserole
from Sue's.

She sends her condolences.

Those are nice.

They were from
his coworkers at the bank.

Marcus's supervisor Trent
delivered them.

They were close.

- I saw him on his way out.
- I thought I recognized him.

I have an account
at that branch.

I didn't know
what to say to him.

I just still can't believe
that Marcus is just gone.

- I know.
- It's just... so unfair.

At the farm, you didn't...

you didn't notice anything,
or anyone unusual?

No.

After the wagon ride,
Marcus said he had something

to take care of
and that he'd be right back.

When he didn't return,
we searched the grounds, and...

- I'm sorry.
- No, no, no, don't be.

This is...

impossible.

I should have asked
more questions.

Especially after...

After what?

Marcus and I were apart
for three years.

We both dated other people
in that time.

But Marcus was seeing someone
till right before

we rekindled things.

Lizzy Klein.

What is she even
doing here, anyways?

No clue.
It's a coincidence.

Really, I mean...
what are the odds?

I know it's not
your fault, but...

Listen to me.

If there's one thing I learned
during our time apart,

it's that I don't want to be
with anyone else.

I love you.

Only you.

So...

he brought his ex-girlfriend
along for the wagon ride?

No, no,
it wasn't like that at all.

They didn't even
talk to each other.

Let me make you some tea.

- Don't you dare.
- You go sit down.

I got it.

Oh, Sue,
that was delicious.

So glad you liked it.

I'll, um,
bring you both some pie.

- Not for me, thanks.
- I'm stuffed.

Same here.

I got way too many blueberries
and no room in my freezer.

Pie is happening.
Deal with it.

Guess we're having pie.

Oh, hey, before I forget,

tickets for
the Festival of Lights

go on sale this week.

Do you have a preference
for what night you wanna go?

Oh, we don't have to do that
this year if you're too busy.

- What are you talking about?
- It's a family tradition.

Yeah, but the light show
was always more Mom's thing.

What is it you say every year?

"I'd hate to get
that electric bill!"

Do I really sound like that?

Oh yeah, I nailed it.

Hey, I know things
are different this year,

but just 'cause
it's only the two of us,

it doesn't mean we can't do
all the fun holiday stuff

we usually do.
Alright?

Absolutely.

Hi, boys.

Mama missed you.

Everyone knows
that when someone is killed,

the first person
the investigation will focus on

is the significant other.

Which means June is likely at
the top of Sam's suspect list.

But after spending time
with her,

really getting to know her,

I have to say, that just
doesn't sit well with me.

Which is why I can't help
but feel obligated

to temporarily fall back
on some old habits.

Hello, Lizzy Klein.

As I dug into
Lizzy Klein's past,

I admit, I made some assumptions
about her character.

Most of them revolved around
a jilted lover blind with envy.

This is why we shouldn't assume.

Good morning!

Hi, there.
Can I help you?

Yeah, I hope so.

Uh, I have a friend
who's moving into the area.

I'm just scouting out
childcare options.

You don't have
any spots available, do you?

We absolutely do.

I'm Lizzy.

- I'm Emily.
- I own "Under the Mistletoe."

Of course, the Christmas store.

I popped in
when you first opened.

You said you're here
for a friend?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
she just got a job at the bank

right down the street
from my shop.

I used to date someone
who works there.

I just learned he passed away.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Wait, was his name Marcus?

Yes, exactly.

We dated for a year, but we
broke up a few months ago.

Must have been hard.

I think it was inevitable.

We wanted different things.

Aw, you're expecting!

Oops.

It's getting harder to hide.

- Oh, I shouldn't pry.
- No, not at all.

It's nice to open up to someone.

I met someone new, and, well...

things happen.

Wait,
so did Marcus know about...

What am I doing? I am...
I am such a busybody, I'm sorry!

It's okay.

That's what I meant when I said
we wanted different things.

- So you just went your own ways?
- Exactly.

Although I saw him at
the tree farm the other night,

and his new lady kept
giving me the evil eye.

Not that I can blame her.

You were there
with your new boyfriend?

Um...

just me.

I'm considering
taking the kids there,

and I wanted to go myself first
to make sure it was safe.

Listen to me
going on about myself.

You wanna know
about the daycare.

I can already tell
they're in excellent hands.

My friend will be in touch.

I don't love lying
to people to get them talking,

but when it comes to her reason
for being on that wagon ride,

Lizzy is also playing
fast and loose with the truth.

Morning!

Can I help you with something?

Yeah, I was hoping to sign up
for one of the wagon rides.

I tried to do it online, but
I couldn't figure out how to...

I got almost 60 years without
using a computer, young lady.

Ain't about to start now.

As for the wagon ride,

sorry, we're booked up solid
through Christmas.

I see.

Um, I'd heard that there
was a death on the property.

I thought maybe
that would hurt business.

Just... just wanted
to show my support.

- Well, that's kind of you.
- Yeah.

We did have a few cancellations,

but those slots
filled up pretty quickly.

The families around here
have been coming forever.

I guess those folks
understand that

tragedy can strike anywhere.

It's very true.

I'm sorry, um...

Are you okay?

Ah, I, uh, lost my footing
coming down off the wagon.

Anyway, you, uh, still want
your name on the waitlist,

my daughter Anna can
set you up in the gift shop.

Great, appreciate it.

I kind of
feel bad for the guy.

I know a blistering hangover
when I see one.

Wilner.

Yeah.
Came in just now?

Okay, thanks for the heads up.

Pentobarbital?

This is
a boot scuff.

I think Marcus
climbed this tree,

which means he was likely
either hiding from someone...

or spying on someone.

Where did you come from?

There's a shortcut through here

that leads up
to the gas station.

They sell sandwiches.

Oh, good to know.

I think I took a wrong turn
on the way to the gift shop.

Do you work here?

Goin' on 10 years.

Do you know
what that ribbon's for?

Yeah, that's so
customers can handpick

their own Christmas trees.

They put a ribbon around
it with their contact info,

and we, uh,
hack it and pack it for 'em.

Although I don't know
why that's there.

These trees aren't for sale.

No.

Ah, come on,
I'll walk you to the gift shop.

Great, thanks.

You must be Anna?

Your dad told me
to come find you.

Poor guy looked like
he was set to collapse.

Yeah, he runs himself ragged

trying to keep
this place together.

That's nice
you can be here to help.

Mmm, not as much as I'm needed.

I'm away at college
most of the week.

Oh, what's your major?

Agriculture.

My hope is to
make the farm more efficient.

Of course, Dad doesn't
exactly embrace change.

I suggested we go green
and he said,

"The trees are green enough."

- That's a pretty good line.
- Sure.

The first time you hear it.

So, how can I help you?

Uh, there was
talk of a waitlist.

Ah, yes, let me just check
our big, red computer here.

Did you have a date in mind?

Uh, you mind
if I just take a look?

- Have at 'er.
- Great.

What
I'm actually after here

is a comprehensive list
of names of everyone

who rode on that wagon
with Marcus the night he died,

which is kind of hard to get
with an audience.

Oh my gosh, I love this!

Make a great gift
for my riding club.

Do you have more of these?

Let me check the back.

- Found some!
- Oh, great!

Is that enough for you?

- Yeah, that'll do it.
- Great.

Emily!

What brings you out here?

Uh, just...

picking out my tree.

The big one in your shop's
not enough?

Pssht. You can never have
too many Christmas trees.

Unless you have more than five,
then that's too many.

Hah.

I hear this place
is pretty popular.

You ever done the wagon rides?

Only every year.

Until recently.

But even after
my wife and I split up,

we'd still all come as a family.

Nice that you could
still do that together.

Yeah, we somehow managed
to stay on good terms.

Of course,
the last few times we came,

Violet barely looked up
from her phone.

Oh, well, the age when nature
doesn't hold a candle

to social media.

Exactly.

Well, I should...

Yeah, I gotta... also.

Okay.

Joey Vaughan...

Why can't I find you?

Whatcha workin' on
over there, Em?

Doing a search
of all the names of the people

who were on the wagon
with Marcus the night he died.

Just looking at cute cat videos.

Please tell me this isn't what
my 30s are gonna look like.

Hey.

Emily, are you busy?

- Emily!
- Oh, hi!

Your regular order?

Yes, but I will take it
to stay this time.

Brooke and her friends.

They take up a big booth
for two hours

and they only order water.

And then they wonder
why I have to raise my prices.

Emily!

Brooke Carmichael.

Come say hi!

The neighbourhood
alpha retailer.

I'm pretty sure she despises me,
but that hasn't stopped her

from trying to recruit me into
her book club/gossip circle.

Brooke. Ladies.

You know, one of these days,
you are gonna accept my invite

and join us, Emily.

We have a real steamy one
this month, don't we, girls?

Well, I do appreciate
a good bodice-buster,

but lately I've been
on more of a mystery kick.

You know,
something with a body count.

Well, we are open to all genres.

Maybe we will let you pick
January's title.

I'll have to think about that.

Have a good one.

- Hey, Emily.
- Oh, hi, June!

I couldn't stay there while
the police tore my place apart.

- Of course.
- Anything you need.

What are they even looking for?

I don't know.

They just said it was part of
a routine police investigation.

There's nothing "routine" about
tearing someone's life apart.

But if it helps them figure out
what happened to Marcus...

it'll be worth it.

I miss him so much already.

I always loved him,
even in our time apart.

June.

You need to come with us.

Sam, not like...

Ms. Lane,
you have to let me do my job.

It's okay, Emily.
I'll be fine.

June Hubble,
you are under arrest

for the murder of
Marcus Donavan.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

Emily.
How can I help?

I would like to discuss
what happened at the diner.

You mean with June?

I mean with your
very public arrest

of an innocent woman, yes.

- Have a seat.
- You want some coffee?

- No, I don't want coffee.
- I want answers.

Why are you so convinced
she's innocent?

You said it yourself, you only
met her a short time ago.

For starters, I am a very
good judge of character.

- I don't doubt that.
- What else?

Okay, during my first week here,

one of my cats had
a medical emergency.

I thought I wouldn't be able
to get him in to see anyone

till the next morning,
but somehow

I managed
to get a hold of June at home

and she insisted
that we come over right away.

Turns out,
it was a ruptured ulcer.

Doyle wouldn't have
made it through the night

if June hadn't acted so quickly.

She put his life
over her own needs.

That is who June Hubble is.

I'm glad your cat
pulled through.

That is your only takeaway?

June's arrest was justified.

Okay.

Well...

you pretty much told me
that the cookie is poisoned,

so, what, you've got...

eyewitnesses at the farm who saw
June give Marcus the cookie?

I can't answer that.

- You were searching her home.
- What were you looking for?

It doesn't concern you.

You were looking
for the poison, right?

And... since you arrested
her immediately after,

you must have found it.
So, what kind of poison was it?

Are you seriously
asking me that?

I'm guessing it's not one of
the biggies like arsenic

or strychnine.

She wouldn't have
that lying around.

But, hey, maybe something a
little more related to her job,

like, um... like, like...

like the drug
used to euthanize animals.

What is that called again?
It's pento-something, right?

You're wasting your time.

Pento, pentobarbital.

Right?

I can't confirm that.

Oh, but your face just did!

- You know what?
- I have to get back to work,

but thank you
for coming by, Emily.

You got the wrong person,
Detective Wilner.

I understand
that Sam has to follow

departmental procedure,

but I've never been one
to sit back

and hope for a good outcome.

Not when I can
roll up my sleeves

and get the job done myself.

And in my experience,

the best way to get into
the mind of a criminal

is to consult one.

Every charming little town
has a dark underbelly,

if you know what to look for.

It's not the kind of thing
that's usually advertised

with a big sign...

But lucky for me,

there are exceptions
to that rule.

That is real mahogany

and you picked my pocket
on the price!

Okay, now, you don't tell
anybody you caught me

in a moment of weakness, okay?

Hi, Ray.

Emily!

Make yourself comfortable.

Now...

If you're here about that,
uh, special order

you placed last month,
it hasn't arrived yet.

In fact, it was, um,
rather tough to source, hm?

But, uh,
I'll give you a good discount

if you finally tell me how you

found out about
my little side business.

Game recognizes game.

I love that answer.

It doesn't tell me anything,
but I love it.

I need some information, Ray.

- Sure.
- Usual terms, of course?

Yeah, just add it to my account.

Do you know anyone local
named Joey Vaughan?

I know a couple of Vaughans,
but "Joey"?

I don't think so, why?

- You heard about Marcus Donavan?
- Oof, poor guy.

Yeah, I knew him a little.

Was he into anything shady...?

Not as far as I know.

I have heard that some drunk
was mouthing off about him

at an underground poker game
recently, though.

You know, uh, Gordon Chalmers?

Uh, the guy that owns
the Christmas tree farm, right?

Hm, yeah, that's him.

Apparently Marcus
turned him down for a bank loan.

Yeah, his daughter mentioned

that the farm
was struggling financially.

That is the least
of his worries.

I mean, that guy is up
to his neck in gambling debts

to dangerous people.

So, Marcus turned Gordon down
for a loan, and days later,

he's found poisoned
on Gordon's property?

I don't suppose you'd consider
sharing this with the police?

Well, don't even joke about it!

I mean, do you know how fast
my sources would dry up?

- Don't worry, Ray.
- Your secret's safe with me.

Oh, I'm glad
to hear you say that,

because
taking care of each other,

that's how people
like us survive.

See ya 'round.

Joey Vaughan...

I'm not surprised
to hear about the drinking.

It's the gambling
I find more troubling.

Who did you say told you this?

Uh, no one in particular.

Just overheard
a conversation at the diner.

Right.

Well, I appreciate
you bringing it to my attention.

You gotta admit, this does make
Gordon a credible suspect.

Why, because he was
turned down for a loan?

I mean,
it's not exactly a smoking gun,

but you'll look into it, right?

Was there anything else?

Yes, actually.

I would like to come
and visit June tonight.

Uh, that's not a good idea.

I could always go through
her lawyer, if you prefer.

Or you could just be a nice guy
and help me out?

I will see what I can do.

See?

I told you I was
an excellent judge of character.

It doesn't matter
what happens to me.

I don't even care anymore.

That's just your grief talking.

I promise this will all
be behind you so soon.

I was wondering...

how well did Marcus know
Gordon Chalmers?

They had a bank relationship.

There was an argument
over a bank loan,

but Marcus cleared the air
pretty quickly.

They were thick as thieves
after that.

What's this about, Emily?

I'm just trying to understand
Marcus better.

He was a complicated guy
behind that smile.

All I know is that I saw
a real change in him.

He was less interested in work,

and I became the main focus
of his attention.

That's what won me back.

And then someone
took him away from me.

There are
certain muscles

I haven't stretched
for a while...

but I'm hopeful that I haven't
completely lost my touch

in the time that I've been here.

Still got it.

Despite
getting back together,

Marcus and June
still have separate homes.

And what better way to learn
more about Marcus's death

than to see how he lived?

I can tell the police have
been through here already,

probably for the same reason
I'm here now:

to learn more about Marcus.

Interesting bedtime reading.

I've seen a lot of
things used as bookmarks

in my day...

but this is a new one.

Strange.

I haven't seen
any other toys in the house.

People who display collectibles
typically don't stop at one.

Unless...

it has a more
practical application.

Well, hello.

Forensics already
did a sweep,

but I wanna go through every
inch of this place again, so...

why don't you
take the front here,

and I'll start at the back?

Yeah.

That was
way too close for comfort.

Okay,
let's see what we've got.

Oh, boy.
Gonna be a long night.

Marcus was even more organized
than I imagined.

I could learn something
from him.

He kept a digital copy
of every bank form,

loan application,
and lunch order

that ever crossed his desk.

Wait a second.

No freakin' way.

What were you up to, Marcus?

You really clean
every decoration on this tree

once a month?

Of course.

Christmas is all about
the sparkle.

Dust is the enemy of sparkle.

So it's not just a gimmick.

You're really cuckoo
for Christmas, huh?

You better believe it.

What about you?

Sure.

It's the one time of year
when my mom and dad

would spend time together
after their divorce.

They'd go out of their way
to do all of these

holiday activities with me.

It was pretty special.

You don't do it anymore?

My mom took a new job
in the city last spring.

This is our first holiday apart.

- I'm sorry.
- It's not that bad.

I'm gonna go spend
a few days with her.

But my dad's being
a little weird about it.

It's like he thinks
he needs to personally make up

for the fact she's not here.

What about you?

What kind of family stuff
did you do at Christmas?

You know...

My family situation was...

a little different.

I sense you don't
wanna talk about it.

That's cool.
We can change the subject.

What are you up to after work?

Oh, big plans.

Gotta get to the bank
before it closes.

I got some business
to take care of.

You lead
a very exciting life, huh?

I wasn't
totally honest with Violet.

While I do have business here,
it's not with the bank

so much as a specific banker:

Trent Hadley,
Marcus's friend and boss.

My hope is that Trent
is the kind of guy Marcus

would confide in,
including any secrets

he may have been keeping
from June.

Well, as far as a loan goes,
I don't see any issues

from the bank's perspectives.

Uh, when were you thinking
your store renovation?

I was hoping
early in the new year.

I've been talking
to Marcus about it...

before he passed.

Um, just... just to clarify,

you are his direct
supervisor, right?

Correct, although I never
really got used to that.

- Really?
- Why is that?

He and I came up through
the ranks together.

It's only recently I was
promoted ahead of him.

I'm still processing.

I'm so sorry.

You were close?

Not always.

In the early days, when we
were both young and hungry,

we were basically rivals.

But at some point, competition
turned to friendship.

I owe him, big time.

For what?

Marcus was offered
this promotion first.

When he turned it down,
he opened the door for me.

I can't imagine
it was an easy decision

to turn down a promotion.

- It wasn't just the promotion.
- It was his whole career.

He actually gave his notice.

- He had something else lined up?
- Yeah.

His marriage.

He said he wanted to devote
all his attention towards June.

He didn't want to make
the same mistakes.

That's really sweet.

Sounds like he had
some big plans.

Big expensive plans.

Like I told the police
when they asked,

I love the guy, but he was
making some strange decisions.

Like withdrawing the bulk
of his savings in cash.

You know how much interest
he lost doing that?

Sorry, uh,
let's get back to you.

So, are you a baseball fan?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah?

Yeah, collecting memorabilia
is kind of a hobby.

Some of them are even signed.
Check it out.

Arky Vaughan when he played
for the Brooklyn Dodgers in '42.

Arky!

That's an interesting name.

- Oh, a nickname.
- His real name is Joseph.

Joseph.

Joey Vaughan.

Exactly.

One of the top shortstops
of his era.

So, let's talk numbers.

I came here
for answers,

but I'm left
with a new question:

why would Trent
leave a fake name

in the reservation log
at the tree farm?

There's really only two answers:

he wanted to stay anonymous,

or he was trying
to cover his tracks.

- Okay, alright.
- Yeah, I'll see you guys later.

See you later, yeah.

Hi.

Well played, universe.

I did not see that coming.

I'm still
processing the fact

that Marcus's friend Trent
is Lizzy's baby-daddy.

I wonder if Marcus had any idea.

But before I go down
that particular rabbit hole,

there's still the question
of the contract

I found on Marcus's thumb drive.

They seem nice.

Hello? Gordon?

- Whoa, whoa, not so loud.
- You're making Shadow nervous.

Sorry.

She lashes out
when she gets scared.

It's a good way to get hurt.

Sorry.

I just saw the hired muscle
racing outta here.

I thought maybe
you'd had some trouble.

- Don't know what you mean.
- I haven't talked to anybody.

Mind that wood, it's rotting.

Whole place is on its last legs.

Had farm animals come through
the floor of the loft last year.

Had to stop using it.

Anyway, what was it you, uh,
you needed, exactly?

Uh, right, no, I wanted
to show you something.

Um...

Do you recognize this?

Where did you get this?

Just found it in some of
Marcus's belongings

when I was helping June pack up.

It looks genuine.

You know, I don't wanna
trouble you with it.

I could just show it to Anna.
I'm sure she could...

Yeah, yeah, no,
I don't wanna upset her.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

The contract was never signed.

So the deal died with Marcus?

Before that, even.

Marcus pumped the brakes
on the deal himself.

He said he needed
a little more time.

- I'm sure he had his reasons.
- Wedding expenses, maybe?

Well, whatever it was,
paper's worthless now.

So you're keeping
the farm, then?

I was gonna ask June Hubble
if she'd honour the deal.

She come by here
the other day, only I was...

under the weather.

Anyway, I think she's got, uh,

more important things
to worry about now.

I still can't believe June
would do something like that.

Well, I guess
you never really do know

what's going through
people's minds, do you?

By the way,
this is not what you think.

I lost this
a couple of days ago.

Found it in the straw while
I was muckin' out the stalls.

Must have put it down
and forgot about it.

- Hmm. Happens.
- Yeah, well...

More and more, it seems.

Gettin' old sucks, kid.

I don't recommend it.

Take care of yourself, Gordon.

- Yeah, you, uh...
- you too.

Rowen, you know
we don't want to do this, okay?

It's just the farm is
struggling right now.

Ridiculous.

Rowen.

Is everything okay?

Just some
frustration bubbling over.

I asked my dad
to cut back the hours

of some of our senior employees.

I guess Rowen
didn't take it so well.

I don't blame him.

He's been here a long time.
He deserves better.

That's strange.

Dad would never let Shadow
out of the stalls unattended.

Shadow's loose!
Somebody get her! Help!

- Oh, no!
- Dad!

- Is he breathing?
- He's breathing.

Okay...

Yeah, I need an ambulance

at the Chalmers Tree Farm
right away!

Dad, wake up...

We just found him.
He's unconscious.

He's still breathing.

Please, wake up, Dad.

Please, wake up!

Come on, Dad, wake up!

Detective Wilner?

An emergency call just came in
from the Christmas tree farm.

It sounds like Gordon Chalmers
has been poisoned.

- What?
- Who called it in?

Someone named Emily.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I can hear them now.

Okay.
Okay.

Alright, they're almost here.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

There's
nothing worse than a nightmare

so intense that even
after you're awake

you can't be sure
it wasn't real.