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-You're giving me a store key?

-Yeah, you earned it.

Where's the key?

This program will scrape for any mention

of Chimera.

Debbie? Oh!

Call 911.

-They killed my Clara.

We believe the driver to be Adam Jameson.

He is injured, possibly disoriented.

I want full search protocol in effect,

starting in a five-mile radius and expanding out from there.

Alright, let's go.

-Hey, you should go home.

Take my car. I'll pick it up in the morning.

-I'm happy to stay.

-We've got it covered.

-Okay. Thanks.

Sam doesn't need my help finding Adam,

and I really have no excuse to staying involved in this case.

So why am I finding it so hard to walk away?

-What the hell?

-Hey!

Stop!

Hey!

This is excruciating.

I'm already regretting reporting this to the police.

I'd rather just be handling it myself.

-Hey.

I heard the call on the radio. Are you okay?

Did you see anything?

-Yeah, I'm fine. Um, I did see the intruder.

Black jacket; ski mask;

five nine, ten, maybe; lean and fast.

-No sign of break-in. Was it locked?

-Uh, yeah, of course. -Security cameras?

-Didn't think I'd need them.

-Anything of value taken?

-Uh, not that I can see.

I think they tried to get into the cash register;

when they couldn't, they took their frustration

out on the display.

Look, you should get back to the search for Adam.

That's the priority.

-You want to post an officer outside tonight

to keep an eye out?

-No, it's fine, seriously. Here, um...

Thanks for the loaner. Thank you.

-Goodnight. -Okay.

(V.O. The one thing I held back from Sam

is that I'm not sure if this is a random break-in,

or if it was just made to look that way

to disguise the real purpose of the visit.

Yeah, these are the fun kinds of thoughts you get to have

when your past is a series of compounded mistakes.

(V.O. I know for a fact I locked that door,

so whoever broke in had to be an experienced lock-picker.

But then why make such a mess of the cash register?

-Hello?

Hi, it's June.

I have Doyle's prescription refill, if it's a good time?

-Uh, yeah, yeah. Come on up.

Nights are the hardest.

Cooking for one again.

And I'm not sleeping great.

I roll over and I see an empty side of the bed...

-I can't imagine what that feels like.

-Anyways, enough about me.

You seem troubled.

Is it just about the break-in?

-Sort of.

I'm just trying to avoid an old problem.

Family drama.

-Do you want to talk about it? -Uh...

I can't.

I'm sorry. I, uh...

I'm not very good at this.

Talking about myself.

-Well, I hope you know that you can talk to me

whenever you want.

-Thank you.

God, I really wish I could take her up on that.

-Well, Doyle seems to be managing his meds just fine.

-He's doing great.

-So I should probably go.

I have a 6 am appointment

with a bearded dragon lizard named Merlin.

-Oh, I wish my life was half as exciting as yours.

I get to spend my early hours with the Belles.

-Honestly, I don't know why you're doing this to yourself.

-You know, when you cut through the egos

and all the backstabbing,

there's actually a real joy to just...

singing out loud.

-Come on, stop, stop, stop!

Come on, people!

The Christmas tree lighting is almost here,

and you had this down yesterday!

-I think we're all just...

a little distracted.

The news of Adam's accident?

-I'm sure he'll be fine.

-I just hope nothing bad happens to him.

-Focus, everyone!

We are actually singing well.

Really well.

Let's not lose momentum!

-You okay, Vera?

-What, this?

Too much sheet music and too little sleep

makes for a mother of a paper cut.

On another note,

Debbie will be unable to join us as soloist

for the tree lighting ceremony, which means--

-I accept!

-Which means that I will be covering for her.

I have the most experience,

and the last time I gave you a shot, Brooke...

Well.

Come on, we're burning daylight here.

♪♪ I'm so happy that... ♪♪

-Would you like to try a sample?

♪♪ Been waiting all year long for Christmas Day ♪♪

♪♪ I feel alive when I look up to the sky ♪♪

♪♪ Knowing I might see him on his sleigh... ♪♪

-There you go. Merry Christmas.

♪♪ Soon I will see lots of presents by the tree ♪♪

♪♪ Think of all the joy that's on its way... ♪♪

-That was for sure the busiest day yet.

-I think you might be right. And it's not over.

-Hey, Dad. I didn't ask for a pick up.

-I need to talk to Emily.

In private.

-So I checked the street for security cameras,

to see if I could get a look at the person who broke in,

but there was nothing conclusive.

It's okay.

They didn't take anything and the damage was minimal, so...

There was a break-in?

Here?

I can't help it if you have your private conversation

right beside me. Who broke in?

Um, it's nothing.

I didn't tell you 'cause I didn't want to scare you.

Okay? It was an isolated incident.

She'll be fine.

I'll talk to her.

-What about Adam? Any news?

-No hits at any of the hospitals.

Nothing from the neighbourhood canvas.

We don't think he made it home.

I'm waiting on a court order to grant us access,

but it's like he just vanished.

What about you? How was rehearsal?

-Entertaining, if not entirely fruitful.

Uh, Lance Mitford is giving off some weird energy.

His prison tattoos suggest there's more to him

than a smooth baritone.

-Lots of prison tattoos in your mystery books?

-You have no idea.

-It's worth checking into. Thanks.

-Oh, and, um, I saw Brooke go red-faced for the first time.

It was chilling.

-I'll bet.

-I think it had something to do with her persistent need

to be soloist.

I'm actually kind of curious about it.

I should give her a call.

-Okay, I'll leave it to you.

Just...

be careful, okay?

The thing with Adam has me concerned.

-Aw, you worried about me?

-I asked for your help.

That makes you my responsibility.

-Yeah. -I should go.

But I will check in with you later.

-Yeah.

I can't have Sam feeling responsible for me.

Not in any scenario.

Once this is over, back to arm's-length distance.

It's better for both of us that way.

-How much fun is this?

Oh, it's about time we hung out, just us two!

-Right?

Just way overdue!

-Mm-hm!

Yeah!

I am so glad that I brought you into the Belles.

I knew you would fit right in.

-Yeah, you had another reason too, though.

Hm, your plan to take over as soloist.

You brought me in to provide an extra vote in your favour.

-How could you say that?

-Am I wrong?

-No, but you didn't need to say it!

And let's not forget how quickly you cozied up to Debbie.

-Yeah, because she was actually trying to help me out.

I didn't see you jumping in to get me up to speed.

-Fair point.

I did throw you to the wolves.

-Yeah. But you know what?

You can make up for it now.

I wanted to pick your brain.

Just, singing with people is so personal,

and I just want to connect.

I barely know anything about anyone in the group.

-Oh.

I see.

You want the goods.

Well, you've come to the right person.

Sue, two glasses of rosé.

-Screw top or cork?

-What the hell! Let's go cork!

What have I gotten myself into?

-And Mairi, her husband was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes,

so now she steals all the artificial sweeteners.

-Mm... -And of course Debbie.

Who acts like she owns the choir,

even though she's the weakest voice.

I just don't understand why she's the soloist.

Now, I know I am no Clara,

but I am certainly better than Debbie.

I swear, I'd kill it.

-I'm surprised you haven't mentioned any...

secret romances in the choir.

-Oh, well, because something like that

would not stay a secret.

-Really?

'Cause I heard whispers about Clara and somebody.

- Clara? - No.

No way. She loved Adam.

Yeah, she would light up like a Christmas tree

whenever he walked in the room.

It was like hashtag-couple-goals.

-Dinner time.

What can I get you?

-Oh, wow.

Sorry, uh, time just slipped away from us!

Oh, this was so fun!

We really, really have to do this again.

-Definitely.

Bye!

-I'm sorry about that, Sue.

-Once you get Brooke started, it's hard to stop.

Not that what she says is actually the truth.

You know, she had her shot at being soloist last summer.

-Since when are you a Belles fan?

-Let's just say watching Brooke's solo on repeat

is the reason I joined social media.

♪♪ Whoa-oh-oh! Be mine, oh mine ♪♪

♪♪ Whoa-oh-oh! Be mine, oh mine... ♪♪

It was pretty painful, wasn't it?

Wait, this is dated July 14th.

That's the same night Clara was killed.

But Brooke is singing the solo, not Debbie.

In fact, I don't see Debbie here at all.

And if she wasn't signing with the Belles,

then where was she at the time of Clara's death?

-Thanks for coming to meet me here.

-I was getting restless around the house, anyway.

My doctor thinks I need a few more days of vocal rest,

but I hate to let the Belles down.

-I know how dedicated you are.

I bet you've never even missed a concert, have you?

-You'd lose that bet.

This past summer, we had an out-of-town show,

and I came down with food poisoning

right before we hit the stage.

-Oh, that sounds awful.

-It was.

Vera was so nice, though.

She insisted on coming with me to the hospital.

-She drove you? -Oh, goodness, no.

She takes daily sedatives for her anxiety.

She's not allowed to drive.

I drove myself.

-So, you...

did you miss the whole concert?

-Vera and I were at the hospital for hours.

It was dark by the time we left.

I drove her straight home.

-Was that the night that Clara died?

-It was.

A terrible night that somehow got worse for all of us.

There's nothing about it in the original case file?

-No, they just said that after a brief inquiry,

they felt she wasn't a credible suspect.

Vera as well.

-And the rest of the choir was being recorded

at the time of the death, so...

I hate to say it, but...

-Maybe it really was random.

-Did you wind up finding anything out about Lance?

-His records are sealed, and I'm having a hard time

convincing the judge to unseal them.

I did find out he had ties to a crime family

out of White Rock.

-Well, that's interesting.

-Oh, and also, the GPS in Adam's truck,

it had Lance's address inputed, so he went there at least once.

-Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

-Well, it depends what you're thinking.

-So, Adam suspected his wife was having an affair with Lance,

and went to confront him.

-Seems like a workable theory.

-I know what you're doing.

-Who, me? -Oh, yeah, you.

You're trying to get me to talk to Lance

without asking me to talk to Lance.

I know your tricks.

-Not all of them.

-Not yet.

-Hah.

I could probably try to talk to Lance,

but he hasn't really warmed up to me all that much.

I need an "in."

And luckily, I know just the guy who can find it for me.

Can I get you something?

Sparkling water?

A nice lemon soda, perhaps?

I have one left, hm?

-I'm good, Ray.

With your prices, I'd probably need

to take out a second mortgage on my store.

-Ah, you wound me, Emily.

Well, they are imported. Not cheap.

Hm! What are you gonna do?

-You got what we discussed?

-Ah, right to the point, of course!

So, your Lance didn't start out as a choirboy.

When he was 17 he was convicted of aggravated assault.

Part of his initiation.

-Into the mob? -Got it in one.

Not so strange that an initiate would get caught,

but very strange that one would turn himself in.

-Not exactly career criminal behaviour.

-In exchange for his cooperation,

the judge sealed his record.

Once he got out, he stuck to the straight and narrow.

No ties to the mob, from what I can tell.

-Which is even stranger.

-Hell, yeah.

Once the mob latches on, it doesn't let go.

Yet somehow your boy Lance found a way out.

-Hm.

-I'm impressed.

-Just add it to my tab.

-Ah, hey, Vy! Perfect timing!

We have a huge pick-up order to fill.

Oh, and just to be safe, I got the locks changed.

Here, this is for you.

-No. I can't be trusted.

-What are you talking about? I have total faith in you.

-I lost my key, Emily.

Like a day after you gave it to me.

I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find it.

Then the store got robbed,

and I keep thinking it's my fault.

What if the robber found the key?

-How would they know it's for this store?

-It was on a Santa keychain. Maybe they made the connection?

I know, I'm fired.

And I deserve it.

-Vy, stop. People lose things.

It happens.

But you should have told me right away.

-I was so sure it would turn back up.

Next time I will, I promise.

But also, there won't be a next time, I promise.

-Okay, don't over-promise.

You are allowed to make mistakes.

Okay? Here.

-Thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I'm never gonna keep anything from you again.

-Only if it's store-related, though, yeah?

Please? Okay.

Go get some store stickers. We got some wrapping to do.

That's what I had wrong!

The intruder didn't pick the lock; they had the key.

And that means they likely know Violet.

-Looks like we're not just songbirds,

we're also early birds.

I heard a rumour about you.

I that heard you and Clara were...

you know... together.

-She's not my type.

-Blondes?

-Women.

-Every time her name comes up, you get super defensive.

You-- you did care about her.

-She was teaching me to read music.

I was embarrassed, so I asked her to keep it a secret.

And then one day her husband comes to my house,

screaming, wanting to fight me.

Dude was out of control.

-What happened? -I explained my situation.

He left.

Now every time he sees me, he wants my forgiveness.

It's like it's my responsibility to make him feel better.

Go ahead. Ask.

-Ask what?

-You've been eyeing my tattoo.

Yes, I did some time when I was younger.

So much for my subtle powers of observation.

Must be rustier at this than I thought.

-I made a deal with the devil.

I took the rap for something I didn't do

to escape a life I didn't want.

And I have no regrets.

-You're kind of great, aren't you?

All right, you two, if you're gonna show up early,

you're going to work.

-Okay.

Hello, my lovelies.

I'm baaaack!

-But Debbie, sweetie, your doctor--

-Is being overcautious.

I'm fine.

The Belles need me.

-Sam, this better be important.

I am missing an epic confrontation.

-Adam had all this on the wall of his house?

-Yeah.

But he's still in the wind.

-What are you thinking?

-I'm thinking...

he wasn't just spouting random conspiracy theories.

-He was conducting his own investigation from the start.

Guess Adam and I have something in common.

Focus, everyone! Let's run the solo.

-Okay...

♪♪ O holy night ♪♪

♪♪ The stars are brightly shine-- ♪♪

No! No!

Like this.

♪♪ O holy night ♪♪

♪♪ The stars are brightly shining... ♪♪

-Okay. Okay.

I just need a longer warm-up.

No.

Even when you're at your best, you're barely adequate.

-How dare you?

-Just because you're the primary funder of this choir

doesn't mean I have to let you embarrass us

at the tree lighting!

-Okay, well, maybe we should just take--

-Stay out of this, Emily.

Is this because I told you

that I have to pull back on my funding?

I am not an endless resource, Vera.

-You are also not our soloist.

Not anymore.

Okay, then.

Best of luck to you all.

Wow.

So much for the spirit of Christmas.

-From the top.

-Wilner.

Hey, it's me.

Besides the usual infighting,

no one is standing out as especially suspicious.

Any new information that might point me

towards a particular Belle?

-Uh, no. Not yet.

I did figure out what Adam was tracking on the map, though.

It's a list of all the junkyards and scrap metal places

in the area.

I'm gonna pay a visit to a few he highlighted.

-You think he was trying to find the car that killed his wife?

-Yeah, and not just any car.

Debbie's old car.

-She had an alibi for the night of Clara's death.

Yes, and it checks out.

Hospital confirmed she received treatment.

She was there for over three hours.

Two minutes means two minutes, people.

Let's go!

-I gotta go.

Being summoned by the Queen Belle.

-All right, let's pick this up later.

Hey, uh, Emily?

You're doing good work on this.

Just want you to know that.

Thanks.

I was gonna say the same thing to you.

Even factoring in grief,

I don't fully understand why Adam is clinging to the idea

that the car that killed his wife

is the same one Debbie used to own.

-Hi, Emily.

-Hey, Vy.

Who's this with you?

-My friend, Nicki. Nicki, my boss, Emily.

-Hi.

Good to meet you.

I love your store.

Are you taking resumes?

-Uh, I might need a little extra help

during the summer rush.

I'll keep you in mind.

I like your hat.

-Thanks. It's one of those weird balaclava things, you know?

It's actually my brother's.

He'd kill me if he knew I was wearing it.

-It'll be our little secret.

-Oh, Vy, wanna meet up after work

and do our homework together?

-Sounds great. -Okay, cool.

Text when you're done. Bye!

-Bye!

-She seems nice. -She is.

And she's super popular.

Kind of the opposite of me.

-Hey, don't sell yourself short.

-That's just life around here when your dad's a cop.

But it's nice having a friend who feels like

they can be themselves around me.

-She mentioned a brother. Have you met him?

-Pete?

He's 18 and kind of a jerk, actually.

He only talks to us

when his parents force him to drive us around.

I should probably bring this up to Sam,

but the last thing I want to do

is sic the police on Nicki's brother.

Maybe it's time to stretch a few old muscles.

-Um...

You good if I just run a few quick errands?

-Sure, I'll text if I need you.

I think Pete and I

should have a friendly little chat.

-Hi, Pete.

What--

-I know you broke into the Christmas store.

And I have proof.

-I didn't even take anything! -But you tried to.

-I'm sorry, it was just for fun!

-Oh, you know what else is fun?

Doing prison time for breaking and entering!

You think that's fun?

-No! No, no, I don't. I'm so sorry.

-Don't apologize to me.

Apologize to the person you took advantage of.

And if I ever hear of you doing anything like this again--

and I will hear about it--

I will be back for another little chat.

-Oh, uh, uh, I'll make it right, I swear!

Be right with you, Emily.

-Take your time. I'm just here for a refill.

Part of me feels bad about scaring Pete so badly,

but I don't think he'll share what happened with his sister.

Besides, I've seen what happens when kids like him

get a taste of the dark side.

He'll thank me later.

I hope.

-Oh. Thank you.

So...

You quit the Snow-Beasts yet?

-No, but Debbie did.

They're in the market for a new soloist

if you're interested in rejoining.

-No, thank you.

Nobody could replace Clara, anyway.

-How well did you know her?

-I didn't talk to her much when I was in the group,

but my niece used to take lessons with her

in her little studio.

She was great with kids.

-What studio?

-Well, technically it was a trailer, in her yard.

But inside it's really cute.

You've reached Detective Sam Wilner.

Please leave me a mess--

-Well, he can't say I didn't try.

(V.O. Sue was right.

It is cute.

But there's nothing to suggest

that Adam has been hiding out here.

I really thought I was onto something.

And since the trailer was already unlocked,

I bet the police had the same idea.

I'm surprised parents let their kids come to music lessons

with all this junk around.

Unless...

Adam brought the cars here after Clara died.

They're all similar to Debbie's car.

And Sam did say Adam was looking for the one that killed Clara.

The question is, did he find it?

-Ugh...

Bleach.

-Ow!

Man, I love these gloves.

Hey, Sam.

I saw you called.

-Don't be mad, but I followed a hunch

and I'm at Adam's house.

What?!

-And so is he.

Alright, well, I'm on my way.

Don't engage with him until I get there.

-Yeah... I don't think that's gonna be a problem.

-Thanks, Merry Christmas. -Thank you.

Oh... hey, Em.

What happened to a few quick errands?

You were gone like three hours.

-I'm sorry. I just lost track of time.

Ah...

Ow!

-Oh, you're bleeding. What happened?

-Uh...

I don't know. Um...

I didn't notice.

-I'll get the first aid kit.

I don't think Violet needs to hear

how I scared Pete half to death,

then found Adam dead in the trunk of a car.

It seems like too much information, really.

-Hi, Pete.

-Um...

I found this in my back seat.

You must've dropped it when I gave you a ride the other night.

I'm sorry, I-I should've returned it right away.

-Okay, thanks.

What was that?

-No idea.

Or maybe it was a successful first step

on the road to a good life.

I'm rooting for you, Pete.

Still no hits on Chimera.

They've done a thorough job scrubbing their footprint

from the web.

But my gut tells me they're still out there,

and I intend to find them.

I wish I could move past this.

Enjoy the new life that I've built.

But that's not possible, not after the pain they caused.

That he caused.

-Why couldn't he have just stayed gone?

-Hello?

Hey, it's Sam.

Sorry, I know it's late. Can I come up?

-Uh... Sure, yeah.

-Hi. Come on in.

-Thanks.

Wow, it's a... it's a nice place.

Hello, there.

Mosley?

And Doyle, I presume?

You mention them.

A lot.

-Still impressed you remembered.

-You always had cats?

-Uh, sort of.

Um...

-Wow.

You weren't kidding. You really are into mysteries.

-Yeah, I'm kind of obsessed.

-It's nice to see you have some interests outside of Christmas.

-What is it you wanted?

-Sorry.

Forensics, they went over the car.

They found, uh, trace amounts of blood and hair

on the front hood.

It's definitely the car that killed Clara.

It's also definitely Debbie's old car.

-So Adam actually found it.

-Yeah, and it's likely what got him killed.

The strange thing is,

the interior had been cleaned, very recently.

-So that's why it smelled like bleach.

What about Adam?

How'd he die?

-You sure you want to hear it?

-I can't un-see it.

Might as well double down.

-The medical examiner found large amounts of sleeping pills

in his system, but ultimately he died of blunt force trauma.

We found a tire iron with blood on it under his body.

So... somebody drugged him,

which caused him to drive off the road.

When that didn't kill him, they finished him off

with a whack to the head.

-Whoa...

What happened?

-Um, I...

There's a rusty piece of metal in the trunk of Debbie's car.

I just...

cut through my glove.

It's barely a paper--

-Makes for a mother of a paper cut.

-What is it?

-Where have you been?

We're mere hours away from the tree lighting concert.

We have to get through dress rehearsal.

-I don't think so, Vera.

-Hello, Belles.

Vera, can I see your injured hand, please?

-If you insist.

-What's going on, Emily?

-Would you remove the bandage for me?

-Excuse me?

-Twinsies.

-I'm gonna need you to come down to the station for a chat.

-But the concert!

-Looks like you just got soloist, Brooke.

Oh, well...

That isn't how I wanted it.

We found a trace amount of your blood

in the trunk of the car, your blood.

So we know you were there.

So how about you help me, and maybe I can help you.

-Excuse me.

I invited you in here as a courtesy.

This is not an interactive experience.

-I know, I'm sorry. But just go after her ego.

It's her weak spot.

Trust me.

-It must have stung

when you heard that Clara was leaving the choir.

For The Jolly-Rockers, no less.

I would have been furious, if I had nurtured her,

trained her, given her the coveted soloist spot,

which, as I understand it, used to be yours.

-I understand sacrifice.

-And you knew that if she joined that other group, oof,

they would have shot right to the top.

-Mm, that was good!

-When did you find out?

-While we were at the hospital.

In the waiting room, just before the doctor called for her.

Debbie just casually dropped it.

Like it wouldn't crush me.

-So you knew she'd be a while?

You borrowed her car, you drove to White Rock, 40 minutes away.

-I'm not supposed to drive anymore,

but this was important.

-You saw that Clara was alone,

walking, because she took the bus from Fletcher's Grove,

so all you had to do was wait until she was in a quiet area,

no witnesses...

-I had no choice. You understand?

Not if we were to have any chance of taking top prize

in competition next year.

I think she really believes that.

Debbie's car...

How did you know that Adam found it?

-He told me himself.

Adam, how are you?

-Huh, funny you should ask.

Tell Debbie I found the car.

Clara will finally have her justice.

-So you drugged him,

hoping he would fall asleep at the wheel and crash?

-No, I didn't want to hurt him.

My plan was to clean my prints off the wheel and the door

while he slept it off.

I didn't even know about the accident.

Then he just showed up, out of nowhere, all bloody.

I panicked.

I-I grabbed the closest thing--

-The tire iron.

-I wish he hadn't surprised me like that.

I just reacted.

-It was worth the plea deal. We got her.

-Mm-hm, for Adam's death.

But not for trying to kill Debbie.

'Cause that wasn't her, was it?

It was Adam.

-I was wondering if you'd figured that out.

He was convinced Debbie had killed Clara,

so he wanted payback.

-I mean, not surprising

that he jumped to that conclusion

after finding the car.

But what is... what is this?

-Oh, that.

We think it's just some custom electrical work he was doing.

But he made an error. The voltage is extreme.

-And the triangle?

-Your guess is as good as mine.

-Argh!

I totally lost track of time! The concert!

-The case is over.

You don't have to go through with that.

-I can still be there for moral support.

The show must go on!

I should be pleased

we solved Clara's murder,

but it's sad that after all his work,

Adam didn't live to see justice served.

At least he was unsuccessful in his attempts to kill Debbie.

Oh, no.

How did I miss it?

-Emily, hey.

Everything okay?

I know what that the triangle is.

It's the town Christmas tree!

I-I think Adam was setting up the microphone

to electrocute Debbie during her solo.

Only it's...

it's not Debbie.

It's Brooke.

Hey, I'm not far. Just...

Emily?

Hey, Emily?

Dammit!

♪♪ Fall on your knees... ♪♪

-Excuse me. Out of the way, out of the way.

Out of the way.

Who's ready for the big reveal?

♪♪ Oh, night... ♪♪

Okay...

-What just happened?

-You killed it.

-Vy... isn't that your boss?

-It sure is.

-Thanks for walking me home.

-It's the least I could do.

You had quite a night.

You really impress me, you know?

-Well, the feeling is mutual, Detective.

-Well, I look forward to working with you again.

You know, should I have further need of a Christmas consultant.

-I don't think that's a real thing.

-Why Christmas?

You know, I get that it's great, but, you know...

why make it your whole thing?

-Um, I just like it.

-Okay. I get it.

-You get it?

-You're a private person.

I just...

I like spending time with you and I thought...

It's clear you don't feel the same.

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

It's...

it's good to know where I stand.

Goodnight.

-My parents died in a car accident when I was seven,

on New Year's Eve.

And my life after that was...

was really, really challenging, but the last really good

memories I had were from that Christmas

we spent together before I lost them.

And I've been, like...

chasing that feeling ever since.

And there have been a few times where I've gotten, like,

really close, but it's always been just out of my grasp,

so I just, I, I...

I keep chasing and chasing and chasing it.

And now I just... I think...

I don't know, I think maybe I found it.

Here, in this town,

with my new friends, and with Violet, and...

with you.

I just...

-Okay. Yeah...

Goodnight, Sam.

-Goodnight, Emily.

-Okay.

Okay.

(V.O. It's not my fault.

I just got caught up in the moment.

No, stop it. This isn't helping. Just...

get some sleep and approach this

with a clear head in the morning.

-Okay...

Probably another dead end, but might as well...

Wait, I recognize this code.

It's the cyber-encryption Chimera uses

for private communication.

The link took me directly into the lion's den.

This is incredible.

If I can build in a back door without being noticed,

I'd have access to--

Wha... What the hell?

-Oh, God.