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Alright, first rule of stage photography.
Do not leave the flash on.
Good.
Second rule of stage photography?
Oh, sorry.
Definitely don't leave the flash on.
Excuse me, but you can't be back here.
Oh, it's ok. We have one of these.
Oh, Allie. It's me, Kenny Kwan.
Kenny!
What're you doing here?
Yeah, I thought you were a DJ?
Nah, I gave that up after the Davis Cole wedding.
The one where the groom was murdered?
I decided forget the whole wedding business.
Too dangerous.
So uh, what brings you back here?
You getting some back stage shots?
I already did that.
I'm here for my friend Maya.
Not every day she's cast in a Neil Kahn play.
Am I the only one who doesn't know who that is?
"Murder By Numbers"?
"Death at the Vicarage"?
He was one of the most successful mystery playwrights
of the decade.
I'm sorry, was?
Well, he kinda dropped off the map.
He's staging his new one here to test it out
before they take it to Broadway.
This is his big return.
I gotta go.
This could be Maya's big break.
She's maid No. 3.
Noah, there are no small parts.
No. 3, Allie. No. 3.
I'm sorry, I've forgotten. I'm late for an appointment.
I'm sorry, I've forgotten.
I'm late for an appointment.
I'm sorry, I've forgotten!
I'm late for an appointment!
Allie: Hello!
Ah, so glad you're here.
I need your opinion.
Ok, so, at the end of the first act,
when my character discovers the governess murdered
in the parlour...
Woah. Spoiler alert.
She ruined the surprise.
It's in the title, Noah.
The stage direction calls for me to scream,
but I just-I feel like a more honest reaction
would be something subtle, you know, like...
You know, isn't this something
you should be running by the director?
I tried but he's been really distracted lately
and it's important that I get this right
because a theatre critic from the New York Times
will be in the audience tonight.
What's he doing in Willow Haven?
Apparently, he was a big supporter
of Neil's earlier plays.
And I'm hoping he'll become a big supporter of me, too.
Can you help me run lines while I finish my makeup?
Yeah, sure.
- Ok, bye. - Bye.
So...
Excuse me.
You were supposed to be here an hour ago!
Everyone is panicked!
Neil has Laura in costume!
Someone slashed my tires.
What? Did you call the police?
No time. Where is Neil?
I don't know.
Aaah!
Are you sure you've memorized the changes to that final scene?
Yes, Neil, I memorized them.
Because the changes were subtle but they're absolutely crucial.
Oh, my gosh, Neil. I said I memorized them.
I read them like a dozen times.
Ow! Sara! You did that on purpose.
I'm so sorry I'm late.
Cassandra.
Car trouble.
It's ok, it's ok.
The most important thing is that you're here now.
We're gonna have to hold the curtain.
Wait, what?
You can't really be considering that.
The show is about to start. She's not even dressed.
Can you be ready in 10 minutes?
I can be ready in five.
That's my star.
- Ok, go, go, go, go. - Ok.
[door opens]
I have to find Kenny.
That's showbiz.
Cassandra!
We missed you at the cast party last night.
Yeah, uh, something came up.
Well, I was hoping to have a moment alone.
I'd like to talk to you about...
Mr. Kahn, it's almost curtain time.
See me before you go on, please.
No!
Are you ok?
[crying] Yeah, sorry, uh... I just spilled coffee.
I'm such a klutz.
Are you sure you're ok?
Just uh, just a little pre-show jitters.
I have to go to the costume room.
Excuse me.
Sorry.
Hi.
Hey.
Are you ready?
Oh, I hope so.
Maya: Oh, the Times critic.
There he is.
Maya: I'm so nervous.
One good review from him can make or break the whole play.
Maya, you're gonna knock his socks off.
Have you seen Cassandra?
Oh, she said she was headed to the costume room.
What do you mean, the spotlight is out?
Uh, could you check on her, Allie?
We're already running late. Please?
Yeah, of course.
Good luck.
Thanks.
[door closes]
[smash]
[applause]
Cassandra?
[In French Accent] Hello?
Oh, Monsieur Marsh, oui.
I believe I hear him right now.
Where is Kevin? He missed his cue.
[door opens]
Hello?
[door closes]
Uh, I said I believe I hear him right now!
[crowd murmurs]
Where have you been?
Sorry.
Go!
Go, go, go!
Ah, Monsieur Marsh. The phone is for you.
Thank you, Claudette.
Have Earnest bring the motorcar around.
Cue Cassandra.
Cassandra?
I thought I told you never to call me here.
Cue Cassandra!
Never call here again!
Where is Cassandra?
[gasps]
Strangulation?
I don't know.
It looks like she put up a fight.
Sure does.
Good chance we'll pull some physical evidence off the body.
Look at this.
Right here, the ligature marks.
The killer had a weapon.
Rope, maybe?
- Maybe. - Alright.
Hey, make sure you get nice and tight in the neck here.
Thanks.
Excuse me? You uh, can't be back here.
Sorry. I'm just-I'm just looking for my bag.
It has my keys and my phone.
Wait.
What's your name?
Roger. Roger Giles.
Well, Roger, I'm gonna need you to get back on the stage
with the rest of the cast.
Well, I just...
No.
I don't believe this.
Why does this keep happening to me?
That's a good question, Mr. Kwan.
I saw someone.
What?
In the costume room, when I went to go look for Cassandra.
You think it was the killer?
Maybe.
Who was it?
I don't know. I didn't get a good look at them.
Did they get a good look at you?
I'd like to say that I'm surprised to see you here,
but I'm not.
Hello, Detective Acosta.
Miss Adams.
Maya.
How are you guys doing?
Uh, she's been better. She just found a dead body.
You know, how is it that you always seem to be
in the wrong place at the wrong time?
Well, I think it just depends on how you look at it.
Oh? How so?
Maybe I'm just in the right place at the right time.
Hmm.
Well, if you're up for it, I could use your help.
I thought you'd never ask.
Ok, so... walk me through it.
You are in here looking for Cassandra.
Uh, I was coming down the corridor and I heard a crash
so I came inside and I called out for Cassandra
but she didn't answer, and that's when I noticed
the broken lamp on the floor.
So I bent down to pick it up
and then I heard footsteps running out the door.
Which door?
That one.
Did you see who it was?
I didn't.
It all happened so fast.
Ok. Alright.
You know what? Let's try something.
Ok.
- Um, just stand right here. - Oh.
And close your eyes.
What? Are you serious?
Yeah.
Ok, now concentrate on my voice.
Mmmhmm.
Think back to that moment.
You're standing there, you're holding the lamp in your hand
and you hear a sound.
Now, you turn towards the sound and you see someone.
Who is it?
I can't tell, it's- it's really dark.
Ok, well is it a man or is it a woman?
I don't know. I-I don't know.
I'm sorry.
Ok. Well, at least we tried.
Um, do you wanna show me what else happened?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Uh, so I walked down here and that is where I found Cassandra,
so I ran to get help.
You left?
Yes.
That means there was a window of time
after the murder that the room was empty.
Uh, a few minutes. Why?
What if the killer came back?
Cassandra, she was here because she spilled coffee
on her costume.
But it was a fluke.
She wouldn't have been back here otherwise.
So someone found themselves alone with her
and made a split second decision to kill her.
Right here.
Why would the killer come back?
You see, when you don't have time to prevent your mistakes
your focus shifts to covering them up.
And that is when you make more of them.
The victim, 27-year-old Cassandra Griffin.
Any witnesses?
There's one.
Name?
Allie Adams.
The photographer?
Uh-huh.
Isn't she a friend of yours?
[chuckles] Well, you know, we're friends.
We've met a couple times, whatever.
Mmmhmm. Well, it is a small town.
Anyways, uh, she didn't see much
but her statement gives us a pretty firm time of death,
which should help us narrow down anybody with opportunity.
Manual strangulation?
Ligature.
Left a pretty distinctive pattern behind.
But our coroner should have more for us soon.
Ok. Anything else?
You know, our victim had no restraining orders,
no open cases,
but her tires had been slashed the night of the murder.
I want updates as they come.
Yes, ma'am.
Go.
Ok.
Are you sure she was crying?
She tried to play it off when I interrupted
but she seemed pretty upset.
And 10 minutes later she's dead.
Hardly coincidental.
How's Maya?
Pretty shaken up.
They worked on that play for months.
The cast got pretty close.
Well, my mom's friend is a grief counsellor, great listener.
It could help.
Yeah.
I don't think Maya's ready to talk to anyone just yet.
A brush with death changes a person.
But I knew I had to be strong.
I mean, for the sake of the cast and crew, you know?
I could sense they were all looking to me for guidance.
Right. Yeah.
Um, well, can you describe what you saw in the costume room?
Uh, well Cassandra's neck had these weird marks,
like-like in a pattern.
Allie could tell you more.
She's the one who found the body...
Hi. Yeah, um, actually Maya does not recollect anything
from that evening.
Uh, I recollect just fine.
Maya. It's an active investigation.
Daniel, will you do me a favor
and keep this off the front page of The Gazette, please?
Yeah, I guess I could hide it in the background for now.
Thanks.
- Thank you for your time. - Mmmhmm.
Maya!
You know, I love the new place.
It's very you.
Thank you.
I think.
You got plans tomorrow night?
Uh, yeah, actually. It's movie night with Maya.
Oh, um, I forgot to tell you.
I have to cancel.
Audition for a... dog food commercial.
Ok. Uh, how about drinks at the Ace of Clubs, 8:00?
I promise I will keep my notebook closed.
She'd love to!
Wouldn't you, Allie?
Yeah.
Yeah, sure. Ok.
Ok, great. I will meet you there.
You don't have an audition, do you?
Uh, I might have one.
Ugh, Maya.
I just think it's a crime you haven't been on a date,
like an actual date, date since you and...
I have to work.
Over the last few months I feel like we've become a family,
and families get through hardships together.
As each of us attempts
to navigate the choppy seas of grief,
Sara and I want you to know that if there is anything,
anything at all that you need, please don't hesitate to ask.
Yes?
What happens now?
The police will conduct their investigation
and hopefully Cassandra's family and friends will find closure.
Oh.
I meant with the play.
The play is postponed, indefinitely.
Cass is dead, Laura.
Well, we're not.
I spent three months of my life on that play.
I understand your disappointment,
and it may have been three months of your life,
but it was nearly two years of mine.
It's out of our hands.
The theatre is an active crime scene.
We have food and drinks for everyone in the dining room.
Please feel free to stay as long as you like.
You ok?
I'll be alright.
[sighs]
Apparently the police never recovered her cell phone.
Really?
Mmmhmm.
Where do you think it is?
With the killer, most likely.
Have you seen Roger?
He would have a lot of nerve showing up here.
Why is that?
Didn't you hear what happened between him and Cassandra?
No.
Maya?
What're you doing?
You heard him. The show's closed.
A girl's gotta eat, you know.
Wait, where are you going?
Look at all this stuff.
Remind me never to use his interior decorator.
It's not real.
Sorry.
We don't mean to snoop, it's just all very interesting.
Oh, no, that's quite alright.
I'm very fond of this.
It's from my first play, "Murder By Numbers".
See? Just a prop.
That's all theatre really is.
Nothing but make believe.
Yeah.
It must have a lot of sentimental value.
Well, for more reasons than one.
Sara and I met on that production.
She was my costumer.
Awe.
Do they have any idea who could have done this?
Well, if they do, they haven't told me.
Or any of us.
With good reason, I suppose.
Are you saying the police think it could have been one of us?
Well, the cast and crew were the only ones
with access to the back stage.
And you, Allie and your assistant.
Do you have any idea what the motive could be?
I couldn't even guess.
But I do know that the only people who had the opportunity
are right here in this house.
Allie, it must have been frightening,
finding her like that.
Not as frightening as Allie being five feet from the killer.
I didn't know that you had seen someone in the costume room.
Um, I didn't really see anything.
Oh, well, I meant what I said.
If there is anything that I can do for either of you,
I'm here for you.
We're all in this together.
It's unsettling, isn't it?
What?
I mean, we could be standing 10 feet away
from a cold-blooded killer.
You don't think he or she would actually show up here, do you?
Gotta keep up appearances.
[door slams]
Neil: Keep your voice down!
How could you not tell me?
How was I supposed to know that this would happen?
That is a lot of money, Neil.
How are we supposed to pay it back?
I said I would figure this out.
If you had just been honest with me...
Sara.
Don't do this.
Not today.
Then when?
[sighs]
Hey.
Anything back on the note?
Oh yeah. Clean.
Handwriting might give us something.
What are these?
Props for the play.
Wow.
I guess our attacker had a lot of choices.
Yeah, we'll send them to the lab,
but just an eyeball test none of them match the marks
on her neck.
[digging]
This catalogues every costume,
every accessory down to the smallest button.
May I?
Please.
Sam: Were they all in this room until showtime?
Uh, no. I had a hard time keeping track of them, actually.
Where were you when Miss Griffin returned here?
Uh, I was upstairs fixing a seam on one of the actor's jackets
before he went on stage.
Oh.
Which actor?
- Kevin Trudeau. - Kevin Trudeau.
Sam, take a look at this.
That's the constable's belt.
Where is it now?
Uh, I would imagine with the actor.
They were all wearing their costumes
when the police sent them home.
So we'll find that belt with the constable?
You should.
He got a name?
Roger Giles.
[clock ticking loudly]
Is it normally that loud?
What?
The clock.
I hadn't noticed.
No.
It's loud.
Do you recognize this belt?
Uh, yeah, it's mine.
Oh.
Uh, no-not mine, it's the constable's.
The constable's?
My character in the play, yeah.
Where is this belt right now?
I don't know.
Was it in your possession when you left the theatre?
No.
They told us that all the actors went home in their costumes.
Yeah, they did.
No, I-I wasn't in costume.
My character doesn't appear until the second act.
You-you saw me.
I was just in a t-shirt and jeans.
No belt?
No belt, no.
Was the costume in your dressing room?
Oh, no. I have six lines.
I didn't-I didn't get a dressing room.
It was with the other costumes.
Ok.
Where were you when the play began?
With the other cast.
And can they confirm that?
Well... yeah, I think so.
You think so?
The whole night is kind of a blur.
Yeah.
[clock ticks loudly]
[door opens]
Sara.
Hi.
I'm so sorry, did we have an appointment?
Uh, no.
Uh, I was just hoping to speak with you.
Uh, do you have a minute?
- Yes, yes. Please take a seat. - Thank you.
[sighs]
This is embarrassing, uh...
I know that Neil and I agreed to pay you
for the wonderful work you've done on our playbill,
and we will,
I was just hoping that we could get another month.
Yes, of course.
Thank you.
It's just... Neil took out a second mortgage on our home
to fund the play and now with no future performances
we have no hope of recouping those expenses.
I am so sorry.
Did Neil not have insurance?
He did, it covered some, but there were other debts.
You know, with a name like Neil Kahn,
I would assume he would have investors lined up
around the block.
I know.
His first two plays were very well-received,
both critical and commercial hits.
But he's never been able to repeat that success.
His last show lost a lot of money,
it really shook his confidence.
We were hoping that this production
would turn that luck around.
Allie, he's talking about walking away.
Starting fresh somewhere new.
Neil wants to leave town?
He's already spoken to a realtor.
Doesn't that seem a little fast?
Maybe it's for the best.
Is that Roger Giles?
Oh, yes. Sorry, I was just organizing photos.
Um, actually, I heard from some cast members
that there was an incident between Roger and Cassandra.
Do you know what that may have been about?
No.
But about a week before the show Cassandra asked Neil
to cut Roger from the play.
But he didn't.
It was too close to opening night.
In hindsight...
that might have spared us all this heartache.
Why is that?
You didn't hear?
The murder weapon was Roger's belt.
[clock ticks loudly]
Can't hold him much longer.
Won't need to.
Another hour in there and he'll talk.
But will he have anything worthwhile to say?
He better.
Victim was choked with his belt.
We got it yet?
Working on a search warrant for his apartment.
Ok.
Hey, Sam.
What's this?
I was following up with a robbery from last week.
Oh, the bakery on Main?
Yeah.
Anything on the security feed?
Uh, two guys, masks.
That's the third one this month.
Yeah.
Doughnuts?
A little cliché, don't you think?
No, these are crullers. Delicious.
Sure.
Detective Acosta.
[sighs]
Any update on the Griffin murder.
No comment. Excuse me.
Are you gonna be naming a person of interest in the case, or...?
Come on, man. You gotta give me something here.
Enjoy.
[sighs]
Right here.
Oh, perfect.
I'm gonna have these contacts sent over to you tomorrow.
I really gotta show you something.
Yeah.
Just give me one second. I'll be right back.
I was printing out the Bakers' wedding
and I found these in the SD card,
taken the night of the murder.
I thought we gave everything to the police.
Must have missed one.
Hey, Sam.
- Hi. - Hi.
You might wanna see this.
Twenty minutes before the murder.
That's Kevin Trudeau with the missing belt.
You're welcome.
I already told you everything I know.
I think you might have left out a detail or two.
What's in your hand?
A belt.
A belt?
There's only one character with a belt like that.
And it wasn't you.
It got mixed in with my costume. I was taking it to Sara.
Oh, so you took it to Sara. She'll confirm that story?
She wasn't there.
I left it next to some of the other costumes.
Oh, she wasn't there?
A cast member noted that you were late for a cue.
Where were you?
I was a bit nervous, I wanted to go over my lines.
I lost track of time.
Were you running the lines with one of the other actors?
No. Alone.
Alone.
So there's no one to corroborate your story.
No.
So what do you think?
Twenty minutes is a big window. He could have dropped it off.
Or he could have hung onto it.
We had to let Roger Giles walk.
The search on his apartment came back clean.
Ok.
Oh, too bad.
[message alert]
Lucky shot.
Who's next?
Um, I could try.
It's 50.
Dollars?
Um... ok, so I just use this stick right here?
Did I say 50?
I meant 75.
Rack 'em.
[applause]
Lucky shot.
Ok, one more.
- Hi. - Hi.
Hey!
Oh, tough break.
No, you cheated.
Daniel: Hey, hey, hey. We should go.
Daniel! No!
Did you see what he just did?
Allie...
Yes, Daniel.
What'd you see?
Well, you know what? I'm afraid I missed it.
Let's go.
Uh, our food is getting cold.
We didn't order food.
Yeah.
[clears throat]
Do you know who that is?
Yeah, a cheater.
That's Tony Mac.
Trust me when I say you don't wanna be on his radar.
Well, I've photographed everyone in this town
and I have no idea who that guy is.
Yeah, well he's not exactly the type
that likes his picture taken.
Can I uh, get you something to drink?
Allie?
Uh, I will have another ginger ale.
I'm gonna have a stout. Whatever's on tap.
You know, a lot of the cast was at Neil's the other day
but I didn't see you there.
Yeah, well uh, I had somewhere to be.
He flinched when he saw you.
It was subtle, but...
You knew he'd be here.
Yeah, that's why I picked this place.
So you invited me here for a story?
Well, not just a story.
I thought it was the perfect excuse to see you again.
Ok, you know what, Daniel...
Neil?
What is he doing here?
There are only two reasons you talk to Tony Mac.
To borrow money or to place a bet.
Is this off the record?
Sure.
Neil is broke.
He sunk every penny he had into that play.
He even had to borrow money to finance it.
Are you sure he got that money from a bank?
Get outta here now!
Can I take my break?
I'm just down the street.
Yeah, I'm that way.
Ok, well thank you for the drinks.
Sure, yeah, yeah.
Maybe we can do it again sometime.
Surveillance optional.
[footsteps approaching]
[screams]
Ahhhh!
Hey.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Ok, well we have officers searching the area
and we're gonna check all the security camera footage
form nearby businesses.
Hopefully get something from there.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Hey, did he hurt you?
Not as much as I hurt him.
I scratched his arm pretty badly.
I can't understand, though, why he didn't try to steal my purse
or anything.
What?
What if he wasn't after your purse?
What if he was after you?
What?
You witnessed a murder two days ago.
What if there's somebody out there
who thinks that you can identify him?
It was so dark in the costume room.
How would anyone know it was me?
My pass.
My back stage pass.
I lost it that night and it has a picture of me on it,
and my name...
what if I dropped it in the costume room?
I'm gonna have someone outside your house.
You'll be safe.
No, uh, no. You don't have to do that.
Allie, come on.
Look, Sam, I appreciate everything you're trying to do
but I don't need a police detail
and I certainly don't need a bodyguard.
What I need is a very long and very hot shower.
And to unpack.
I'm still unpacking from the move.
Yeah, your uh, your new place, it's um... I like it.
It's you.
Thank you.
Yeah.
If anything happens I will call you.
Promise?
Yes, I promise.
Ok.
See you later.
Bye.
Lock your door!
Thank you!
[phone ringing]
Are you ok? I'm coming right now!
Sam, I'm out of syrup.
And I figured, since you were right outside,
you could ask my neighbour, Mrs. Handler,
if I could borrow some. Green house on the left.
Oh, and thank you.
Good morning.
[sighs]
[doorbell rings]
Come in!
Hey.
Hi.
She said that this doesn't make you guys even.
Uh, she still owes you for some portraits or something.
Sit down.
I shot her Christmas card last year.
I let her pay me back in gingerbread.
Huh.
What's... what's all this?
Breakfast.
I figured you hadn't eaten since you sat in your car all night
instead of going home like I asked.
Syrup.
Oh, no thank you.
I don't do syrup.
So are you planning on going anywhere today?
Why?
Are you gonna call ahead
and see if there's any nearby parking available?
I just think maybe you should lay low for a while.
I have work.
Allie, someone tried to hurt you last night.
Look, if anything happens I have Noah to protect me.
Yeah, that's very comforting.
What do you want me to do?
Just stop my life because of one crazy person?
Yeah.
No. I'm not gonna do that.
Ok, just be careful.
Please.
Yes. Ok, Detective.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
So, that was Sam.
Did you bring the supplies?
As a matter of fact, I did.
Supplies for what, exactly?
Ok, here is what we know.
Cassandra was murdered five minutes before she was supposed
to take stage and everyone on this board had access
to the costume room.
But do they have motives for murder?
To be determined.
So, where do we start?
Sally Winestock.
Who's that? Does she play the governess?
Uh, nope.
She's got a 9:15 appointment for a passport photo.
Yes, I work here.
Ok, do me a favor.
Go through the board and pin anyone you think may have wanted
to hurt Cassandra.
Also, they recorded the auditions and rehearsals.
Can you call the stage manager and get that footage?
Kenny Kwan?
Yes.
You got it.
Ok, here's everything from the last three months.
Auditions, rehearsals, all of my casting notes, everything.
Wow.
Very thorough.
Well, I know that the smallest piece of evidence
can turn an investigation on its head.
"How to Get Away with Murder"?
That's uh, that's research for my play.
"Forensic Entomology",
a "Guide to Collecting Evidence",
"101 Crime Scenes", that's a personal favorite.
Oh. Quite the collection.
Well, if you think that's bad
you should see my internet search history.
[laughs]
Um, is there anything else I- I can do?
Actually, uh, yeah.
Why don't you tell us about Cassandra?
Was she well-liked?
Uh, yes. Very.
Any dust-ups with the old cast and crew?
Well, there was one incident,
but I'm not sure it even merits mentioning.
Maybe you let us be the judge of that.
Yeah.
Well, shortly after rehearsals started,
Cassandra approached me about one of her cast mates,
Roger Giles.
She said he was making her... uncomfortable.
Uncomfortable?
Uncomfortable how?
Uh, he would run into her outside of rehearsals,
in her mind, far too frequently to be coincidental.
So, what, he was following her?
Mm.
Was she afraid of him?
More concerned.
- Ok. - Ok.
Did you ever do anything about it?
Well, sure I spoke to him
but he swore it was innocent.
It didn't feel right to judge him unfairly on so little.
Hmm.
Maybe I should have trusted Cassandra's instincts.
Maybe you should have.
Roger Giles has a history with Cassandra,
some kind of bad blood, and his belt was the murder weapon.
Kevin Trudeau.
He was last seen with that very belt before the show.
Allie: Then Neil Kahn.
Noah: The director?
Yeah, I saw him arguing with his wife.
She seemed to think he was hiding something from her.
He looks too mild mannered.
Looks can be deceiving.
He wears a bowtie.
He had a lot riding on that play.
I mean, would he really ruin his opening night?
Maybe not.
Well, these were taken a week before the murder.
Not sure what you're looking for.
Hmm.
Great.
Thanks, May.
Ok, Mike Tremont ordered a dozen roses
to Cassandra's dressing room the day I shot those photos.
Uh, who's Mike Tremont?
Her boyfriend?
Mmm, if his flowers were in the trash
I'd put an "ex" in front of that.
Found him.
Is there a home address?
No, but his social media profile does say that he works
as a security guard.
[gasps]
Ooh, look where.
Yeah, no, I just checked.
He's worked here six months, mostly day shifts.
So he's there now?
Is there any way you can get me in there to talk to him?
Well, no can do.
Why not?
The police just escorted him out of the building.
I wasn't at the theatre that night,
I was working.
Can anyone confirm that?
The security company. They'll have my schedule.
You normally work nights?
Times are tight.
I've been picking up extra shifts.
What was your relationship with Cassandra Griffin?
We don't have a relationship.
But you did, at some point.
We dated for a little while. It wasn't serious.
But you bought her flowers.
It wasn't serious for her.
You seem angry about that.
When was the last time you spoke with Miss Griffin?
About a week ago.
She stopped returning my phone calls.
I thought maybe the flowers would help.
They didn't.
You get in a fight?
No.
She just said her heart wasn't in it anymore.
Wow.
Must have hurt.
Yeah, that must have hurt.
I'm over it.
It just wasn't meant to be.
Oh, hey. I want you guys to watch something.
That is my laptop.
Yeah. Mine's at my apartment.
Yeah, but it's password protected.
I guessed it.
It's the same as your phone.
Wait, you know my phone password?!
What? We're all friends here.
Ok, what did you want to show us?
I think I found our next lead.
Laura?
She was desperate to win the lead role.
So were you.
I really think I could have brought something to it.
But you said you were attacked by a guy.
Uh, she could have hired someone.
With her tips from the bakery?
She constantly complained about working at the bakery
and how the play could be her ticket out.
Honestly, it just seems like a stretch.
Ok, but watch this.
Neil: Tell me why you are perfect for this role.
When I read the play it truly spoke to me.
I have never related to a character more.
I would kill for this role.
It's a figure of speech.
Ok, well where were you when Cassandra died?
Where were you?
Oh, that's right, with the body.
Touché.
Look, I'm sorry she's dead, I am.
But I had nothing to do with it.
Looks like we're not the only ones on to you.
The bakery was broken into last week
and they're still investigating.
You need to leave. You're gonna get me fired.
Ok, just one last question.
Did you ever meet someone named Mike Tremont?
Who?
Cassandra's boyfriend?
We think.
No.
And I'm not surprised she didn't bring him around rehearsals.
Why?
You didn't hear the rumours?
She was sneaking around with somebody from the play.
Bye.
Thank you.
Dispatch: ...68 Maplewood.
Repeat, all cars 1037 in progress, 68 Maplewood.
Copy that. Car 54 on my way.
Where are you?
Hey!
Looks like your ride couldn't make it.
I'd be happy to give you a lift.
Seriously.
Come on.
Pick up, pick up, pick up. Where are you?
Let's go.
[panting]
Hey, bud.
I could do this all day.
Woah!
I don't really want to.
Come on.
Jim ate like 14 hot dogs.
I've never seen anything like it.
It's crazy.
Oh, I'll catch you later.
He hit Carl Winter's house.
The baker?
Mmmhmm.
First his business, then his home.
Sounds personal.
We get a name yet?
Still not talking.
He's covering for someone.
The driver?
Or whoever sprung for that six-figure defence lawyer.
Hmm.
Thank you.
I hope you guys love them.
Bye.
Oh, hi Megan.
Hi.
You guys are investigating Cassandra's murder, right?
Oh, I-I wouldn't say "investigating"...
Yes.
Well, I was boxing up Cass's things to send to her parents
like they asked me and I found something.
What kind of something?
Her day planner.
Cassandra was the type of person who would bullet point
what she had for lunch.
Super organized.
Uh, do you have it?
I gave it to the police.
Oh.
After I made a copy.
Hot yoga.
Oh, I've been meaning to try that.
Does she say what studio?
You know, I keep seeing the letters KT on here once a week.
Does anybody know what that stands for?
Keratin treatment?
Kevin Trudeau.
Cassandra was involved with a cast member,
maybe it was him.
And it says she was supposed to meet him today.
There's an address.
Would he still show up?
There's only one way to find out.
George Wilbur.
B and E, petty theft, drunk and disorderly.
- Busy guy. - Yeah.
Address?
Unknown.
How about an employer?
Well, he was a dishwasher at the Ace of Clubs for six months.
I guess he found a more lucrative career.
Yeah.
Any leads on his accomplice?
Nothing.
Oh.
Hey, did you say Ace of Clubs?
Yeah, you been there?
Tuesdays are two for one, pretty good pretzel, too.
I could go for some pretzels.
And root-beer.
I love root-beer.
George Wilbur?
Doesn't ring a bell.
Well, he used to work in the kitchen.
Well, I've only been here a year.
He quit six months ago.
Oh.
I remember now.
George.
Quiet guy.
You two interact much?
No.
Ever socialize outside of work?
I don't think so.
When was the last time you saw George?
I couldn't tell ya.
Couldn't tell us.
- Pretzel? - Yeah.
Yeah, they're good.
You sure this is it?
We're at the right address.
What is this place?
Only one way to find out.
So we're just gonna walk in there?
Yeah. Why not?
'Cause we're trespassing and it might be dangerous.
Well, it might not be.
I think it's about time I negotiate a raise.
[children playing]
Hey, kids. I'm Prince Fun-A-Lot.
Now, who's ready for a very happy birthday?
[children cheer]
So you and Cassandra are... were uh...
Birthday party entertainers.
Yes.
I was hoping to keep this private.
It's a way to make ends meet.
But Cassandra found out about it.
She did.
I thought she was gonna tell everyone in the cast
but she asked for me to get her work, too.
Did she say why she needed extra money?
We're actors.
Everyone has a side gig.
Were you and Cassandra ever romantically involved?
No.
I mean, I tried.
I got the impression she was seeing someone.
Uncle Luis has you dead to rights.
You guys are back to a correspondence game?
I thought he had enough of the island life.
Well, you know, he's uh visiting my mom for a few weeks.
Well, if I were you I'd offer a draw.
Did you come here for a chess lesson?
Oh, I think we both know why I'm here.
Yeah, I have my suspicions.
Does the name Tony Mac mean anything to you?
[laughs]
That's a "yes".
I didn't say anything.
You didn't have to.
I saw Neil at the Ace of Clubs the other night
and it looked like he was in a fight with Tony.
Tell me, Allie, what were you doing at a pool hall?
I was working on my nine ball.
Really?
Ok, Detective, answer me this.
What kind of business does a mild-mannered playwright
have with a loan shark?
I can think of one.
Funny business.
What do you think of this colour?
I wanna change things up around here.
It's called "Citrus Punch".
Sam.
I will look into it.
Ok?
It's a little bright.
Yeah.
The lady at the hardware store said
it would really make a statement.
Yeah. Yeah, it does do that.
Look, when I look at you I don't see Day-Glo.
Ok. What do you see when you look at me?
B-15.
True Blue.
I don't hate it.
Look, I said I'm not interested in pursuing it.
I don't understand.
He returned the goods. That's all I cared about.
Yes, but it's very likely that these are the same two men
that robbed your bakery.
Detective, I appreciate the help,
but I'd rather just leave this whole unpleasantness behind me.
Thank you.
So he's not pressing charges?
Nope.
Get this, $500 stolen from the bakery,
$2,000 in damages
and another $2,000 worth of jewelry stolen from the home.
But that was recovered.
Yes, but they broke a TV and they destroyed artwork.
So they're careless.
Or they're sending a message.
I need you to tell the police I didn't do it.
I didn't tell the police anything.
You told them something.
They've talked to me twice already.
They have a car parked outside the pub,
they don't think I know this but I do.
Thank you.
Hey! I'm gonna lose my job!
You're hurting me.
This isn't over.
Hi.
Ok, let me get this straight.
Roger Giles threatened you?
Well, I don't know if it was a threat.
He was just really angry.
Um, maybe I'm just making a bigger deal out of it...
No, no, no.
I'm-I'm glad that you're telling me.
You know, you should probably consider staying with someone.
Just until things cool down.
Oh, yeah. I already talked to Maya.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's-that's good, Maya.
That's good.
Oh man, I am-I am so sorry.
No, don't worry, it's... hey.
You took my suggestion.
Yeah, uh...
True Blue.
Good. It suits you.
I'm gonna repaint the living room this weekend.
Oh.
So you won't be doing another stakeout at my front door,
Detective Acosta.
Well, Miss Adams, I was told that someone
was more than capable of taking care of herself.
Wow. So you do listen.
Oh yeah.
That's good, because I'm out of pancake mix.
Detective Acosta.
Tony Mac.
Welcome to our little establishment.
What can I get for you?
You look like whiskey man, neat.
No, thank you. I'm fine.
I'm actually looking for one of your employees,
Roger Giles.
I'm afraid Mr. Giles no longer works here.
When did he quit?
He didn't quit, I had to let him go.
Sad to see it happen, very loyal,
but uh, I couldn't ignore the noise around him.
You understand.
Huh.
I appreciate your time.
Any time.
You a billiard man, Detective?
Yeah, I play a little. This a sign-up sheet?
It is. Tables go fast around here.
Hey.
Oh, hi.
So since you helped me out at the bar
I thought I would return the favor.
Ok, I'm listening.
I just spoke to the critic at The Times,
it turns out he received a dozen emails
begging him to attend the show.
So I got him to forward them to me.
Laura Duphrain.
Now why would an understudy insist a critic
come see her performance?
Unless she knew she would go on that night.
What can I get for you... today?
The truth.
Oh, and a cinnamon bun. Please.
I didn't invite that newspaper critic there to see me,
I wanted him to see her.
Cassandra, why?
Because she was terrible.
I thought if she got a poor review
Neil would have to re-cast the role.
If she was so terrible then how did she get the lead?
Isn't it obvious?
Neil was in love with her.
Cassandra was sneaking around with Neil?
He's married.
Hence the sneaking.
An affair. That's a pretty serious charge.
You just accused me of murder.
That was more of a trial balloon.
Look, everyone knows I should have been cast in the lead.
There's no other explanation.
Enjoy your bun.
[knocking]
You know, I'm so sorry to stop by like this
but they're my favorite pair.
Oh, I haven't seen any earrings, are you sure you lost them here?
Uh, this is the last place I remember wearing them.
Well, feel free to have a look around.
Thank you.
Oh, Neil proposed to you on stage?
Yes, Neil has always had a flair for the dramatic.
Well, I guess it worked.
Well, it hasn't always been easy.
My friends thought he could be a bit um, mercurial.
I think that's the word.
And then there was the dry spell.
He couldn't get anyone to return his calls for years.
But you stood by him.
Yes, of course.
I worked two jobs to keep us afloat while he wrote.
It was hard, but it was worth it.
You know, I'm not finding anything here,
do you mind if I check the restroom?
Not at all. Please.
Thanks.
[clears throat]
Need a hand?
- Hi. - Hi.
What're you doing here?
I had a few follow-up questions for Ms. Kahn,
but she seems very distracted.
Says she's helping a friend locate a lost item.
An earring, is it?
You know me, if my head wasn't attached...
Right.
The thing is, I do know you.
What's your angle?
No angle.
I'm just looking for an item that I misplaced.
In his desk?
Mmmhmm.
Uh-huh.
Fine. You caught me.
I heard a rumour among the cast that Neil and Cassandra
were involved so I figured I would come check it out.
You know, see if there was a photograph or a love letter,
or something he kept tucked away.
Hmm.
But you're here now so I will defer to you, Detective.
Well, thank you.
Allie?
What?
Aren't you forgetting something?
I'm guessing front pocket.
No.
It's actually the back pocket.
Hmm.
I found it.
Oh, I am so glad.
So am I.
Cassandra and Neil?
[laughs]
No way.
No.
I heard the rumours and so did Cassandra.
We laughed at them.
You sure she didn't keep anything from you?
I mean, he was married.
No. Let me show you the texts.
Oh. You and Cassandra were pretty close.
Yeah, she was my best friend. We shared everything.
Clothes, shoes...
Passwords?
Try "Pepper", her family dog.
Nope.
Maybe her birthday? 11, 13, 90.
Nope.
Oh! She let me the login
to her online streaming account once
and the password was "password".
Oh. Bingo.
West and Broad Street. Isn't that the museum?
No, that's The Gazette.
Sam, we got Roger Giles.
Alright.
I just wanted to scare her.
Scare her? Why?
She told everyone I was a creep.
She tried to have me kicked out of the play.
After that no one would even talk to me.
So after the murder you went back for the note?
Yeah.
And that's when I found you in the hallway.
I knew it would look bad.
I- I just didn't want anyone to find it
and think that I had something to do with her death.
Ok.
The south side of the lot?
Yeah, can't narrow it down more than that.
I'm not seeing anything.
Oh, oh, wait! I found it!
Um, call it.
[phone ringing]
[gasps]
Detective Acosta?
You call in the trespassing?
I caught this one skulking around the parking lot.
Good evening, Detective.
Good evening, Miss Adams.
What're you doing here, Miss Adams?
Really, it's just one big misunderstanding.
Oh.
I can't wait to hear it.
Great. Well, um... you see, the thing is, uh...
She was meeting me.
She never said anything about that.
Uh, yeah, that's 'cause we're working on a story.
Deep cover.
Uh, you know.
So I asked her not to say anything.
You know we've been dealing with theft in the building.
Does she really look like someone
who would steal paper and ink cartridges?
Honestly, Detective, she has permission to be here.
I guess that settles it.
Ok, well uh, Allie, let's go.
Where?
Oh, yes. The story.
Goodbye.
Thank you for that.
No problem.
I bet you're wondering
why I'm in the parking lot of The Gazette.
Oh, I can't wait to hear this.
[knocking]
Hello.
That was a quick interview.
I talk fast.
Hmm.
Question completely unrelated.
Of course.
What would one need in order to get a search warrant
for someone's vehicle?
Probable cause.
Oh. Like this?
A picture of a phone.
No, not just any phone.
Cassandra's phone.
I didn't take her phone. I swear.
She must have left it behind.
Ok, but you told us you hadn't spoken to Cassandra
for about a week.
How did her phone end up in your car?
You know what?
Let's just try this again.
When was the last time that you saw Cassandra Griffin?
The night before she died.
Under what circumstances?
I- I stopped by the theatre after her rehearsal.
I just wanted to talk.
I- I convinced her to take a ride.
And then what happened?
I asked her for another chance.
She said she wasn't interested.
And then I dropped her back off, I swear.
You lied.
Only because I knew how it would look.
And how would it look?
Like I did something to Cassandra,
but I would never hurt her! I swear!
Ok. Ok.
Alright.
Then I guess you have nothing to worry about.
And our officers who are currently searching your apartment,
they'll be able to back up all these claims?
My apartment?
- Mmmhmm. - Mmmhmm.
He give you anything on the Griffin girl?
No, he swears he wasn't involved.
Why, you got something?
You could say that.
Interesting. But not incriminating.
How about this?
Trick or treat.
Huh. Now that's more convincing.
Mr. Winter.
Is this a good time?
I think you and I should have a chat.
Carl Winter's bakery got into some financial trouble
so they reached out to a loan shark for help.
Tony Mac.
Mike was moonlighting for Mac.
When Winter came up short in his monthly payment...
He sent Mike to collect.
Could Cassandra have found out?
If she did, he might have gone to great lengths
to make sure she never told.
Hmm.
Mike, the ex with Cassandra's missing phone.
He's at the top of my list.
See, mine is still Roger.
Cassandra was killed with his belt
and he thinks you can ID him.
Well, let's not forget Laura.
She had reason to want Cassandra out of the way.
Uh, guys?
The main character in the play got strangled
by the man she was having an affair with.
Maya! Why didn't you say anything?
Well, I didn't know.
How could you not know?
Uh, I only read the scenes I'm in.
Alright, guys. Thanks for coming in.
I really appreciate it.
Who was that?
They heard about the murder on the news.
They think they saw
the person who slashed her tires that night.
Came in to give a description.
Huh.
What do you think?
I didn't slash Cassandra's tires.
Well, as her understudy,
if she doesn't turn up
then you're the star of the show, right?
You know, we had a witness
describe someone that sounded like you.
Blonde hair, about 5'6".
It could have been anyone.
Come on.
I'm sorry, Miss Duphrain,
but not one of your better performances.
Well, everyone's a critic.
Hey.
We're working up a line up for Tremont.
I don't know if he's our guy.
I mean, how would Mike Tremont
get in and out of the theatre without being seen?
There's an exit in the costume room to the street.
Stage manager, um...
Kenny Kwan.
Yes, Kenny Kwan said that the wind kept blowing it open
so they chained it shut.
Only one way in, one way out.
That's a fire code violation.
Let's solve the murder first
and worry about writing them a ticket later.
Alright.
You know, I feel like we're missing something.
Yeah.
Hmm.
Ooh, where are you off to?
I'm going to Sara's house.
I promised I'd drop off my costume.
Wanna tag along?
I can't.
I'm meeting Sam at the theatre to do a walk-through
of the crime scene.
Again?
Yeah. He thinks it'll help.
Huh.
Ok.
See ya.
Oh.
Neil.
Allie.
What're you doing here?
The police finally gave the ok
for me to collect all of the set pieces yesterday.
I have to admit, I've been putting it off.
It was two years of my life.
Well, do you want me to give you a hand?
Oh, please!
That would be wonderful.
Of course.
You know, I'm sorry you didn't get to stage your play.
I watched some of the rehearsals and it's very good.
Oh, that's very kind of you to say.
May I ask where you draw your inspiration from?
Where all writers get it.
From life.
You witnessed a murder in a parlour?
It's a metaphor.
You know, Laura was really upset
when she didn't get that lead role.
I was wondering what made you choose Cassandra.
Ah, I see.
You've heard the rumours.
No. No.
What rumours?
I know that casting Cassandra was an unconventional choice,
and certainly there were stronger actresses,
but she had an innocence.
It fit the role.
I love my wife very much, Allie.
I promise you.
Ok.
Uh, where do you want these props?
Oh, we'll just sit the box over here for the time...
I was moving a set piece and it got away from me.
Mmmhmm.
I can be clumsy like that.
You know, I forgot that I have a lunch with Maya,
um, that I have to get to.
Oh?
Yeah, and I'm-I'm running late.
[struggling]
You're not going to meet Maya, are you?
Because Maya is at my house with my wife.
Why did you kill Cassandra?
I know you did it
because I'm the one who gave you those scratches!
How could you betray your wife like that
after everything she sacrificed for you?
I love my wife!
She is my whole world and I would do anything
to protect her.
Do you understand? Anything!
Like cover up a murder?
[yelps]
♪ ♪
Hey. It's Maya.
If you're calling to give me money or a part,
please leave a message.
Here we are.
Oh, thanks.
Of course.
So do you think you're gonna try to stage the play again?
Oh, I don't know.
That's-that's Neil's choice.
It's up to him.
Whatever he decides.
And I will be right at his side.
I... I'm sorry, I forgot the sugar.
[message alert]
I wasn't sure if you use sugar or sweetener... you're leaving?
Um, yes.
Yeah, I um...
Is something wrong?
I'm sorry, I've... forgotten. I'm late for an appointment.
It-it-it isn't true.
Of course not.
I have to find Neil.
Neil: Allie?
Are you in here?
I just want to talk with you.
It's not what you think.
Neil: You don't understand.
Unless you really truly have loved someone
you don't know what it's like.
You see them in trouble
and they're afraid
and all you wanna do is help.
[pin clatters]
[phone ringing]
[grunts]
Neil: Allie?
Allie?
[gasps]
Ok, Allie.
I've had enough of the cat and mouse.
Show's over, Mr. Kahn.
Come on, go.
Allie!
Allie, come on out!
Allie!
Sam?
Ms. Kahn.
Sara, what're you doing?
I told you I had all of this under control.
You told me all kinds of things, Neil.
And, as usual, I had to take care of it myself.
Just like you took care of Cassandra?
Wait, she did it?
There were rumours about Cassandra and Neil
having an affair.
They were more than just rumours.
Sara...
Allie!
The night of the show you confronted her.
She denied it.
She denied everything.
But I know she was lying.
So when you found yourself alone in the costume room with her
you grabbed a belt and you strangled her.
Stay back.
Allie, stay back!
When you realized that I had been there
you came clean to Neil,
hoping he could help you with the only possible witness.
Me.
I saw the way you looked at her.
How could I compete with that?
I wasn't gonna lose you.
I was never gonna lose you to her.
Get him outta here.
- Are you crazy? - What?
Give me the gun.
But Sam, Sam, Sam!
Give me the gun.
It's a prop gun from Neil's house.
Oh.
Thank you.
[elevator ding]
Anyway, it took about 20 minutes and she confessed to everything.
There you are.
Police dogs found this behind their house.
It was buried with this.
Hot off the presses.
What-what're you looking for?
My quote.
Yeah. I had to leave that out.
What? It was a good quote!
I had a word limit.
But the important thing is, is that you saved the day, again.
I had help.
Well, we can celebrate.
How about dinner?
Um, I'm actually busy tonight.
Big plans?
Yeah.
Something like that.
[knocking]
♪ ♪
♪ You're nobody 'til somebody loves you ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You're nobody 'til somebody cares, ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You're nobody 'til somebody loves you ♪
♪ So find yourself somebody ♪
♪ Find yourself somebody ♪
♪ Find yourself somebody to love ♪