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There was an incident

at the Chalmers Tree Farm
last night.

-You're telling me
that my cookie killed Marcus?

June Hubble,
you are under arrest

for the murder
of Marcus Donavan.

An emergency call
just came in.

It sounds like Gordon Chalmers
has been poisoned.

Who called it in?

-Someone named Emily.

♪

Is he okay?

Yeah.

Shadow and Gordon
share a close bond.

He knows something's wrong.

I shouldn't
be here.

Getting myself involved
in a murder investigation

is an unforced error, not to
mention the worst possible way

to fly under the radar.

And yet, here I am,
like a moth to a flame.

-Cafeteria was closed,

so I got a coffee
from the vending machine.

Thanks.

The cardiologist
gave me an update.

Whatever was in that flask
triggered a heart attack.

-Well, I'm sure he won't
give up without a fight.

-Yeah.
Thanks for coming.

You didn't have to.
We barely know each other.

-I know if it was my dad,

I wouldn't want to
have to go through it alone.

-Gordon mentioned that his flask
had gone missing for a few days.

-Yeah, he was real upset
about it.

He likes to have a drink
after he's finished

with his evening wagon rides.

-I have an uncle like that.

If he's anything
like your dad...

the first is usually
not the last.

-His drinking got a lot worse

after my mom died
a few years ago.

-I'm so sorry.

Has your dad ever...
considered retirement?

I'm sure he could
make a nice profit

if he ever chose
to sell the farm.

-That's not an option.

When he's ready to hand it off,
it'll go to me.

It's everything I've been
working towards my whole life.

-I'm sure it'll be
in excellent hands.

♪

-Sam?

-Why were you at the tree farm?

-I gave my statement
to an officer before I left.

-I read it.

I wasn't satisfied.
We need to talk.

-It's been a long day.

-I'm not asking.

Perfect.

My one job
was to stay out of trouble.

Self-sabotage,
thy name is Emily.

♪

This isn't
at all how I pictured

my first interrogation going.

-We're just talking.
-Really?

'Cause it felt like
I didn't have a choice.

You know, when you told me
that I didn't have a choice.

What do you wanna ask me?

-Why you were
at the tree farm today.

And yesterday, for that matter.
You didn't order a tree.

You fact-checked me?

-Look...

I have nothing to hide.

I was at the tree farm because
I was trying to find evidence

that would help clear June.

I know how that sounds,
and yes, I have been listening

to too many true crime podcasts,
I will admit it.

-You were trying
to help your friend.

I can respect that.
-Thank you.

-What I don't like is
the way you went about it.

I don't need an amateur sleuth
getting in my way.

-I retract my thank you.

-Do I need to remind you
that one man is dead

and another is
fighting for his life?

-Oh, I thought that you already
had the killer in lock-up.

Unless June is innocent,

like I've been saying
this whole time.

The only other possibility

is that she's working
with a partner.

-That doesn't sound
so far-fetched.

You were alone with Gordon right
before Anna found him, right?

-Okay, right.

-Where did that cookie that
killed Marcus come from, again?

-Yes, thank you, thank you.
You've made your point.

I am sorry that I got involved.

-All I'm asking is
if you have any questions

or information,
you bring it to me,

rather than acting on it alone.
Agreed?

-Fine.

And in return, I assume
you'll keep me in the loop

on what's going on
with the case?

-Absolutely not.

-Worth a try.

I knew it!

Brooke?

-I told the girls
this would happen.

It was only a matter of time.
You two are perfect together.

-Oh, uh, no, that's not--
I'm not-- what--

-Yeah!
I get it, it's still new.

Well, I just wanted to say,
I think it's beautiful.

-No, Brooke, uh, we're--

I'm gonna
let you get back to it.

I knew it.

-So, that happened.

-Yep.

I know
I technically agreed

to leave
the investigating to Sam,

but what he doesn't know
can't come back to bite me.

I've just got to approach it
in a more subtle way.

-Okay, let's see
who we've got here...

Being able
to access photos and selfies

from the accounts of everyone
in attendance with Marcus

the night he died
creates a surprisingly

detailed timeline of events.

Unfortunately, the one person
I was most eager to prove

was on the wagon that night
is nowhere to be found.

Lizzy's boyfriend, Trent.

Why make a reservation
under a fake name

if he wasn't involved?

-Okay.

Well...
Lizzy was alone at the farm.

-She was telling the truth
about that, at least.

♪

♪ See the snow fall
on your shoes... ♪

-Thanks so much.
Have a great holiday.

-Hey, Vy! How was school?
-Mortifying.

I heard Gladys,
one of the cafeteria ladies,

talking about how my dad was
dating some new woman in town.

-You're kidding.
-Nope.

Then she got all quiet
when she saw me.

It was humiliating.

-That isn't the same Gladys
who's in a book club

with Brooke Carmichael, is it?

-I dunno.

I'm gonna
kill Brooke.

Consider this my confession.

-Well, maybe it isn't true.
Wrapping?

-It's definitely not true.

As if my dad would take
five minutes away from his work

to meet someone.

He's got zero social life.

Except when
the two of us hang out,

which right now mostly involves

doing the usual
Christmas activities.

-Well, that sounds like fun.

-Some are okay,
but some are torture.

Like Christmas karaoke night
as Sue's diner.

Every year, my mom and dad
do a duet together,

and not even divorce
was enough to stop the pain.

I still have PTSD

from last year's rendition
of "Jingle Bell Rock."

Oh my God!

-Don't laugh at my trauma.
-I'm sorry.

I just now have that image
burned in my head.

-At least now that my mom
lives two hours away,

karaoke won't rear
its ugly head.

I'll take my victories
where I can get them.

Okay, Ray,
what do you have for me?

-Ah, straight to the point.
That's what I love about you.

Gonna start with the bad news.

Uh, came up empty
on the Joey Vaughan part.

-Right.
I figured that one out.

He was apparently
a star shortstop for the Dodgers

in the '40s.

-Okay, so, definitely
no follow-up questions.

-Okay, get to the good stuff!

-I'm building to it!
There is an art to this.

Okay, fine.

So, I was able to confirm that
Gordon racked up gambling debts

in the neighbourhood of
30 grand or so, plus interest.

-So a lot of bad poker hands.

-And that's not
the surprising part.

He paid, in full.

The slate is clean.

-That doesn't make any sense.

Where would Gordon come up
with that kind of cash

on such short notice?

-Well, maybe the bank
had a change of heart

and decided to give him
a loan after all.

Ray might not be
that far off the mark.

Gordon, Marcus, and Lizzy
all share a common connection.

And all roads
lead back to the bank.

Or, more specifically,

to the bank's new
senior loan manager.

That coat...

♪

-Hey, Trent!
-Emily.

Nice to see you again.
-Yeah, yeah, you too.

I like your coat.
Super cozy.

-Thanks!
Yeah, it is very warm.

I could swear
I've seen it before.

You weren't at the Chalmers
Tree Farm recently, were you?

-No, I haven't
been there in ages.

-You sure... this isn't you?

That coat must be
even warmer than it looks,

because Trent
is definitely starting to sweat.

-You know, there are
other people out there

with the same coat.

Yeah,
that's a really good point.

I guess it's also possible
that there are other people

that use the names
of their baseball heroes

when trying to stay anonymous.

-How did--

-And I might have
my dates crossed,

but I'm pretty sure that picture
was taken the night Marcus died.

Is that possible?

-I don't, um-- I'm actually
late for a meeting.

-Oh! Oh, gosh,
don't let me keep you, yeah.

It's probably best
that I take this directly

to the police anyway.

I mean, no need to bug you
with it any further.

-Wait.
Sit down.

-This has nothing to do
with Marcus's death, okay?

He was like a brother to me.

-I am curious how Marcus
felt about his brother

getting his
ex-girlfriend pregnant

so soon after they broke up.

Hey, congratulations,
by the way.

Lizzy is gonna be
such an amazing mama.

-We were keeping it a secret.

-Ah, you know
how small towns are.

-Well, let me set the record
straight on one thing.

It was Marcus who introduced us
in the first place.

He was happy for us.

-So, yeah, that's why you and
Lizzy were at the farm together.

For the wagon ride?

-She didn't invite me.

I found that strange.

So I went to the farm
a few days earlier,

and I found Marcus's name
in the reservation log.

You must have
thought the worst.

I know I would have.

-Yeah, I-I got the wrong idea.

So I signed in under a fake name
to cover my tracks,

and I showed up that night
to catch them together.

Instead, I found Marcus
there with June.

I had it all wrong.

Lizzy never even knew
I was there.

-So no one noticed it was you?

-On my way out, I stopped to get
gas at the station up the hill.

Anna Chalmers was there.

-Gordon Chalmers' daughter?

You spoke?

-No, I was just leaving
as she was pulling in.

But we saw each other.

-Well, I so appreciate you
sharing all of this with me.

Actually, um...
before I leave,

I wonder if you could just
do me one tiny favour.

-What is it?

-I would really love just a--

just a little peek at Marcus's
most recent account statement.

-That's a total
breach of protocol.

I could get in trouble.

-Ah, yeah, but I don't think
Marcus would mind, do you?

-Plus, what's one more
little secret between friends?

♪

Someone
will be in touch.

Anna!

-You okay?
-Yeah.

I was just trying to get some
information about my dad's case.

-I'm sure
it's all gonna be okay.

I know Detective Wilner's
all over it.

-Yeah.

-Hey, um,
I ran into Trent Hadley today.

He mentioned you.

-Trent?

Oh, do you mean
Trent from the bank?

-Yeah, he said that you guys
saw each other

at the gas station by the farm
the other night.

The night Marcus died.

-He's mistaken.

I didn't get back until
early the next morning.

-Um, I should get back
to the hospital.

The doctor said my dad's
gonna wake up any time now.

-Yeah, of course.
Take care.

Hi.
Uh, here to see June Hubble.

I feel like one of
those poor shelter dogs

all curled up
in the corner of their cage,

not knowing why they're there.

-You do not deserve
to be here, June.

I truly believe that.

-I really needed to hear that.

-I want to help you in any way
that I can, but to do that,

I need to ask you
something about Marcus.

-It's okay.
I have nothing to hide.

-The day before he was killed,

he made a large cash withdrawal
from his savings account.

$40,000.

-No.
That doesn't make sense.

Marcus was meticulous
when it came to money.

He crossed every T
and dotted every I.

-But with cash,
there's no paper trail.

-Exactly. It goes against
everything Marcus stood for.

I can't think of any reason
why he would do that.

-And the police
haven't mentioned this?

-No, this is the first
I'm hearing of it.

Could this be connected
to his death somehow?

That, right there,
is the $40,000 question.

I have a theory about what
happened to Marcus's money,

but that theory only holds water
if I can be sure

Sam and his team
didn't recover it.

And the tricky part is,
I can't ask Sam about it

without tipping him off that
I've still got my mittens

all up in his investigation.

-Emily?

-Sam!

What a nice surprise.

-Well, I do work here.

-That's... very true.
Are you on your way out?

-I'm just waiting for Violet.

We have our annual Christmas
season kick-off event tonight.

-That sounds fun.
What's the event?

-The chocolate shop
brings out a new line

of holiday hot chocolates
every year,

so we like to go
on launch night.

It's actually become
a bit of a tradition.

-That is adorable.

Hey, Dad.
Oh, hi, Em.

Uh, don't mind me.
I'm just leaving.

Have fun, you guys.

Actually...

Dad, is it cool if we do
the hot chocolate thing

another night?

My friend Tara
invited a few of us over.

-On a school night?
To do what?

-Get wasted and play
spin the bottle.

What else?

We have a quiz tomorrow.
We're mostly gonna be studying.

-But I already pre-paid
to make sure

we'd get the collector mugs.

You know what?
You should take Emily.

She's new here.

Who better to introduce her
to our local traditions, right?

You'll love it, I promise.

I mean, sure,
if that's okay with you.

-Yeah, why not?
-Yes!

You guys are gonna
have so much fun!

I'm jelly!
Okay, love you, Dad.

Bye, Em.

Awkward...

Then again, I was looking
for a way to talk to Sam.

-So... how good
is this hot chocolate?

♪ Has anybody seen
Kris Kringle? ♪

-What flavour is this again?

-Peppermint spiced white hot
with lime-infused marshmallows.

-Sugar coma, here I come.

I'm like...

It's really good!

-I know, right?

-Hey, I'm sorry Violet
put you on the spot like that.

-Oh, it's fine.

She mentioned
that she's gonna be

visiting her mom for Christmas.

Must be hard for you.

-It is, yeah.

But, you know,
she's getting older.

Starting to outgrow this place.

She's already talking about
moving away for college.

-What?

Who would ever
want to leave a place

with such decadent treats?

-What is it?

-Uh... I was just
thinking about something

Gordon mentioned to me.

Never mind.

Forget I said anything.

-Well, now I'm curious.

-Well, it's just that he was
talking about leaving, too.

Or at least selling the farm.

He said that Marcus
was interested in buying it.

They had a contract
all written up.

Marcus had even agreed
to a large cash down payment.

-He told you that?
-Yeah.

-I didn't realize
you two were close.

-Oh, no, we're not.

I think I just caught him
in a chatty moment.

Anyway, what wasn't clear
was whether

Marcus had actually paid him
the money or not.

Just... kinda makes you wonder.

-About what?

-Oh, I mean, if--

if Marcus did withdraw
that money

and didn't end up
giving it to Gordon, then...

where's the money?

-Why do I get the feeling

I'm the one being
interrogated this time?

-I'm...
I'm just making conversation.

We can change the subject.

-I've been a cop for 15 years.

I know what fishing
for information looks like.

So, to answer your question,

maybe Marcus
gave the money to charity,

or maybe he bought a boat
to sail around the world.

It doesn't mean
it's connected to his murder.

Real criminal cases don't
look like Agatha Christie plots.

-Okay.

-Thanks for the company.

-You're leaving?

You haven't even finished
your hot chocolate.

-I have some work I need
to get done tonight, so...

if you have anything else,
you know where to find me.

♪

I underestimated
Sam last night.

That's on me.

-I love that one.

Now that
I've confirmed that Marcus's 40K

is still officially
unaccounted for,

I am certain that
Gordon used that money

to pay off his gambling debts.

The question is whether
he poisoned Marcus to get it.

And if so,
who poisoned Gordon in return?

-Have a good one.

Hey, Vy.
How was your night?

-Almost worth the silent
treatment from Dad.

He's making me pay
for missing hot chocolate night.

-That was a pretty sneaky move
you pulled, by the way.

-Sorry.

I just want to be able to
hang out with my friends

on a short notice.

But Dad and his schedules...

Have you told him
how you feel?

-I don't want to
hurt his feelings.

I know he's just trying to
make up for not having Mom here.

-You know,
it really is so special

that they can put aside
their differences

and come together
for the holidays.

-I never really
thought about it before,

but I guess maybe I'm not
the only one who lost something

when Mom moved away.

-It's so hard for me to picture
Sam with complex emotions.

He always seems so in control.

-I call that his
"resting cop face."

But he's actually
a total softie.

And every little problem
he can't solve eats away at him.

Eating away
at him...

Of course!

♪

Hey, Rowen.

You done for the day already?

-More than the day.
We all just got let go.

-Oh, no.
Maybe it's just temporary?

-That's exactly what Anna said.

But what are we supposed to do
in the meantime?

♪

Sorry, we're closed.

Emily.

I wanted to talk to you
about something.

-About what?

-Just, I can't stop thinking
about what happened to your dad,

and how some of his recent
choices may have led to it.

-You mean his drinking?

-Yeah, that's part of it,
but there are mistakes

he's made, and I think
they're eating away at him.

Like trying to
sell the farm to Marcus

when he knows
how important it is to you.

-I told you he wouldn't do that.

-I don't think he felt
he had any other choice.

Look.

-I...

I have a friend who plays poker
at some of the same tables.

He said your dad's debts
had been piling up.

-He gets in over his head
sometimes, but this, I...

-No, these guys that he owes,
they are dangerous.

They would have killed him
if he hadn't paid.

Selling the farm to Marcus
was a way out.

-Then why is Marcus dead?

And why is my dad
in the hospital

fighting for his life right now?

-I think Marcus gave him
a down payment

to help him clear his debts,

and then once
the money was paid,

maybe Gordon had
a change of heart about selling.

The papers were
never officially signed.

If something happened to Marcus,

then the contract
would be null and void.

-You're accusing my dad
of killing Marcus?

He was poisoned too, remember?

-Yes, I know, but the poison
was found in his own flask.

Maybe he couldn't live with what
he'd done and he saw a way out.

-Why are you telling me this?
-Because I...

Look, I get wanting
to protect your dad.

I would probably do
the same thing in your shoes.

But listen to me, Anna...

If Gordon dies and you
do not share what you know,

then my friend June
could have her entire life

destroyed over this.

-You need to leave.

Now!

-Anna...
-Now.

-Okay.

♪

Visiting a patient

in the hospital's
private care unit

comes with some complications.

First, you need to be
immediate family.

Second, you need to arrive
during proper visiting hours.

-Sorry!

Of course, there's
always a way around the rules

if you're willing to think
outside the box.

I don't know
why I'm here.

If I'm right about Gordon,

he doesn't deserve
my compassion.

Yet I'm all too familiar
with self-preservation

and survival instinct.

Are we really
so different in the end?

Excuse me.
How did you get in here?

This is a private ward.
You need to leave.

-Oh... it's okay.

Uh, she's with me.

-I needed some information
from Gordon's surgeon.

Thought I'd come see
if he was awake.

-I suppose you'll want to know
what I'm doing here.

-Will I like the answer?

-Um...

-I was gonna reach out.
I, uh...

I wanted to apologize for
leaving so suddenly last night.

-I kinda deserved it.

I saved your collector's mug
for you, though.

I appreciate that.

I should probably go before
Nurse Ratchet comes back.

Night, Sam.

-Night, Emily.

♪

♪

Hug the cats,
glass of wine, bubble bath.

In that order.

Can I help you
with something?

-That's okay.

You're the owner, right?

-Mm-hm, yeah.

-Emily? We met at--
-At the daycare.

Um... Lizzy?

-I was just driving by
and I suddenly

had a pregnancy craving
for something sweet.

I was hoping
you might still be open.

Think we can figure
something out.

We fall short

in the pickles and ice cream
department...

But we do have 40 different
candy cane flavours.

-What's the cookie
situation like?

-Uh, gingerbread, shortbread.

All the cookies that confusingly
end in "bread."

-There was
this one type of cookie

I can't stop thinking about.

It was a sugar cookie, I think,
with purple jam in the middle.

Marcus said
it came from your store.

-Uh, sugar plum cookie.

-Yeah, that sounds right.

-You said that Marcus
told you about it?

Do you remember when that was?

Was it at the tree farm,
the night he died?

-Um, I should probably go.

-Lizzy, please, please.
Look...

if you know something about
what happened to Marcus...

♪

-I never meant
for him to get hurt.

It's my fault.

I never should have gone
to Marcus for help.

Help with what?

-I was being blackmailed.

-This is about the baby, right?

Marcus is the father?

-How did you...?

-You went to Marcus
instead of Trent.

So, whatever
you're being blackmailed over

is likely a secret
you're trying to keep from him?

I'm just taking
a shot in the dark here,

but Marcus is the true father
of your baby, right?

-Yes.

I don't know why
it was so important for me

to keep it a secret.

If I had just told Trent.

But I didn't find out
I was pregnant

until I'd already
fallen for him, and...

he was so happy.

-How did Marcus take the news?

I, uh...

I don't know what to say.

-I'm sorry.

-No.
No, no.

It's okay.

-I'm not ready
to tell Trent yet.

I love him.
I can't risk losing him.

-Whatever you choose to do,
I'm on your side.

Three weeks after that,
I got a text from a number

I didn't recognize.

It said I had to pay
40,000 in cash

or Trent would learn the truth.

I wasn't ready for that
to come out.

-So you went to Marcus again?

-He wanted to
get the blackmailer on video.

He said the money didn't matter.

It would come back to him.

-And he knew where to find them?

-I was told to
leave the money in a bag

next to a tree
with a ribbon tied around it,

behind the stables.

I was also told to come alone.

When is the last time
you saw Marcus?

On my way
to drop off the money.

I got scared.

I almost backed out,
but Marcus came to me.

-Hey, hey.
Look at me, look at me.

It's gonna be okay, alright?

Here.

-You'll feel better with
something in your stomach.

After that, I left
the bag of money by the tree

and went home.

-You've got this.

Wait, Marcus
shared the cookie with you.

Are you sure about that?
-Yes.

-Then the cookie couldn't have
been the source of the poison.

Okay, Lizzy, I...

I need you to just do one more
brave thing for me tonight.

Please.

I sure would love to know

how you got Lizzy
to come forward.

-I think she was desperate
to tell someone.

I just happened to be in the
right place at the right time.

-Seems to be a recurring theme
in your life.

And just so you know,
this does not mean

that June is exonerated.

She's still
a person of interest.

-You're not gonna let me
have the win, are you?

-I'm just managing expectations.

-Well, at least
for the time being,

you're finally free of me.

-What a relief.

♪

Hey...

Hey.

Oof.

To think I owe my freedom
to Marcus's ex-girlfriend.

And you, of course.

-I didn't do much of anything.

-Somehow I find that
hard to believe.

Thank you.

For making our town your home.

You just... make it better.

-Maybe it makes me better.

Um...

did you know about the baby?

-Marcus promised no secrets.

And he meant it.

Except the one that
got him killed, of course.

-He was buying
the farm from Gordon.

That was his big surprise.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-That was always
my dream for us.

Live in the country,
have an animal sanctuary.

I would talk about it
all the time

when we were married.

-I, uh-- I spoke to Gordon
before he was hospitalized.

He mentioned you'd been
to the farm recently.

-I went to see Shadow.

She had a nasty infection
in the summer.

I check in often to make sure
that if there's a recurrence,

I can catch it early.

I would have shot Gordon
a heads-up text,

but he wouldn't know
how to open that

even if he had a phone.

Maybe Sam
is wrong.

Maybe some investigations are
like Agatha Christie plots...

because the final
piece of this puzzle

just fell perfectly into place.

-Hey!

You're not...
doing anything gross

like looking at
crime scene photos, are you?

-No.
-Can we talk for a minute?

-Uh, yeah, of course.

Is everything okay?

-Yeah.

I just...

I wanted to tell you...

that I'm okay with
Mom not being here.

I loved it when she was,

and I loved that you two
would come together

to make sure I had
a great Christmas,

but I'm not a kid anymore.

I can handle it.

-I made it awkward, didn't I?

-No, Dad.

Spending time with you
is the best.

But that doesn't mean
we have to keep doing

the same activities
we did with Mom.

Maybe it's time
to find our own thing.

-That actually
sounds really nice.

I, uh...

I love ya, kiddo.

-Love you too.

♪

♪

Although...

there is one tradition I think
I could still get behind.

-Yeah?
Which one?

-Christmas karaoke night
at the diner.

♪ Deck the halls with
boughs of holly... ♪

♪ Fa la la... ♪

-No way.

-You in?

-Absolutely.

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

-Gotcha.

Who's in here?

Emily?

What are you doing here?

-Just looking for this.

Although it is $40,000 lighter
than when you first found it.

You do know blackmail's
a crime, right?

-So is breaking and entering.

-Touché.

-So, what is it
you think you know?

-You were blackmailing Lizzy
to get the money

to pay off your dad's
gambling debts.

-Maybe my dad
was the one who did it.

-Your dad doesn't
own a cell phone,

let alone know how to use one,

so how's he gonna send
a blackmail note

in the form of
an anonymous text message?

-They came to me at school.

Two men.

I thought they were
going to kill me.

They said I had a week to pay up
or my dad was a dead man.

-So you thought blackmail
was your only course of action?

-We're broke!

The banks had already
turned us away.

And for all his faults,
he's still my dad,

and I would do anything
to protect him.

-You knew
that Marcus was secretly

the father of Lizzy's baby.

-It was just a fluke.

I was at the diner the night
that she broke the news.

I was hungry after
driving home from school

and I was just chilling out,
waiting for my food to arrive.

I guess they thought
I couldn't hear them whispering.

I'm not ready
to tell Trent yet.

I love him.

I can't risk losing him.

Stealing Marcus' money
was one thing.

But he didn't have to die!

-What are you talking about?

I didn't even see Marcus
that night.

I just grabbed the bag
and I went right back to my car

at the gas station.

I always intended to pay Lizzy
as soon as I was able.

-You think that makes it okay?
-Of course not!

But I don't regret it either.

So go ahead and report me.

I don't care.

-This is your mess, Anna.

You clean it up.

I'm not sure
what's bothering me more,

the fact that Anna refused
to admit to killing Marcus...

or the fact that
I kind of believe her.

You've reached Dt. Wilner.

Please leave a message
and I'll get right back to you.

If this is en emergency...

♪

-Hello?

Anyone here?

That's new.

I thought Gordon said
it wasn't safe to go up there.

♪

♪

♪

Rowen's pack?

I saw him leave with it.

What's it doing up here?

♪

♪

-Pentobarbital.

-You shouldn't have come here.

-I could say
the same thing to you.

♪

Aah!

♪

Augh...

Aah...

♪

Good.

You're both awake.

Feel free
to yell if you like.

The boss there
sent everyone home.

♪

So, uh...

how long have you been
secretly living up in that loft?

-Since I lost my house to a fire
a few months back.

Turns out my insurance elapsed.

So now I'm still
paying a mortgage

for the privilege of
sleeping in a pile of straw.

-And you're about
to lose that too.

You knew about Gordon's plan
to sell the farm.

-They made the deal
right here where I'm standing.

There's a lot you can learn
when nobody knows you're there.

-So, what, you...

you figured
you just kill Marcus

and then all your problems
will magically go away?

-You think I was trying
to kill Marcus?

That was his own fault.

It should have been
the old man that night.

♪

-Marcus.

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

and you're just gonna
have to be patient, okay?

-Alright.

♪

Weeks of planning
down the drain.

Rowen!

Get me some more oats,
would you?

Today!

If Marcus took the flask,

why wasn't it found
with his body?

-June convinced Gordon

to organize a search for him
when he didn't come back.

I was the one who found him.

He was already dead.

There was nothing I could do.

He shouldn't have
taken that flask.

Marcus was there
to confront a blackmailer.

I imagine he took it because he
needed a little extra courage.

And you know what?
You're one to talk!

You stole that
bottle of pentobarbital

from June, didn't you?

Yeah?

During one of her medical visits
with Shadow?

-She shouldn't have left
her bag unattended!

-Once Marcus was dead,
though, the deal was dead.

Why try to kill Gordon again?

-He made me a promise!

He told me to my face
I was like a son to him,

that I'd always
have a home here!

But he tried to throw that away
just to save his own skin.

What was to stop him
from trying again

next time he got himself
in a jam?

So I planted the flask
where I knew he'd find it.

He did the rest.

-You gonna poison us too?

-You can't honestly believe

that you're gonna
get away with this!

-I heard you earlier,

threatening to expose Anna
as a blackmailer.

It all just kind of
falls into place.

After you turned
your back on her,

she got the drop on you,

injected poison
into your bloodstream.

And then, overcome at guilt
at what she'd done...

she injects herself.

-All wrapped up in a bow, huh?

There's only one problem.

I've been recording this entire
conversation on my phone.

-You're bluffing.
I checked.

You don't have
your phone on you.

-That's because I hid it
when I came in here!

Go ahead and look.
You won't find it.

But the police will.

♪

♪

♪

-Oh, I will find it.

-Shh.

♪

♪

♪

Okay, it's okay!

Calm down, Shadow.
Shadow, calm down!

-Hey--
aah!

Aah!

Shh, Shadow!

It's okay, Shadow, it's okay!
It's okay!

Aah!

-Sorry.

I got you, I got you.
We're okay.

We're okay, come on.

Shh, shh, Shadow, it's okay!

Shh...

He's down...

He's down.

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

-I hear you took
a nasty bump.

-Yeah, it's okay.

Got a hard head.

-That I believe.

-So, uh...
I owe you an explanation.

-You do.

But not today.

I'm just...

I'm just glad you're okay.

Right now that's...

that's all that matters.

♪

♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la... ♪

After every
disaster comes a period

of rebuilding and regrowth.

♪ Isn't it magical
this time of year ♪

♪ Brings a new sense of hope ♪

♪ Wonder and cheer... ♪

The hope
being that everyone

comes out
the other side stronger,

having successfully
weathered the storm.

♪ That's when I finally see ♪

♪ What Christmas means ♪

♪ It's not about
gifts by the tree ♪

As for me,
the truth is,

I've never felt settled.

There's always been
a part of me that's ready

to pick up and run
at a moment's notice.

♪ Moments that last forever
when we're all together ♪

♪ Every December
that's when I remember ♪

♪ What Christmas means ♪

♪ Nothing if I don't have ♪

♪ The ones I love
here next to me ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la,
fa-la-la-la... ♪

But this
may be the closest thing

I've ever had to a real home.

And a home is worth protecting.

Of course,
opening the door a crack

to let some of my previous life
shine through

does come with
a certain degree of danger.

And a girl
can never be too careful.

♪

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