That was fun.
I couldn't agree more.
You know what else will be fun?
- A five-minute break? - No.
I'm not letting you off
that easily.
Oh, you want me to read to you.
- Kinky. - No. It's a script
for a movie. And I'd be the lead.
- Wow. Congratulations. - Thanks.
Well, it's not a done deal yet.
But... I'll be producing it too.
It's kind of scary, but I think I'm ready
to make the jump to the big screen.
It sounds like a great opportunity.
I hope it will be. Oh, it's such a great part!
Guess what I would be playing?
- Dark agenda. - A private investigator.
Wow. Well, if you need any pointers...
Well, since you offered,
how about a ride along? Follow you through a case.
Get the behind-the-scenes truth of an investigation.
It's not always exciting, you know.
But it's real. It'll give me those true-to-life moments
I can use to build my character.
So what do you say, hmm? Can I shadow the Shadow?
Um, sure. Let me just talk to Angie about it.
- Can we talk about it tomorrow? - Yeah.
- Mm. You are very persuasive. - Mm-hmm.
It's 2 a.m., Everett.
Oh, good! You're still awake.
I hope I'm not interrupting a romantic evening.
Actually, we were just talking about you.
I'm not sure if I should be flattered or disturbed.
[At any rate, we may have a client.]
- Can it wait 'til morning? - [Not according to her.]
[Do you think you can tear yourself away?]
Apparently, we can.
Wait. "We"?
- Hey, Ange. - Willow!
I'm sorry to spring this on you, Angie, but I promise
- you won't even know I'm here. - Yeah, you really...
- fade into the background. - You don't mind if I take a few notes?
- Knock yourself out. - Great.
Psst! Psst!
Ooh! Let the shadowing begin.
I hope you don't mind about Willow. She's gonna
pay us a consulting fee. Oh! You should've
led with that.
Everett and Shade,
- I wasn't expecting three of you. - I'm their associate
- in training. - Oh.
Follow me.
I was on the eighth floor when it happened.
It's OK. I'm fine.
Um... Where are we going?
To the scene of the crime.
I'm sorry for the subterfuge. I can't be caught with visitors
- or I'll be fired. - The police don't believe
Sandra so they won't investigate.
They say there's no evidence to the crime but I know
- what I saw through that window. - Which was what?
A murder.
Now there's a plot twist I did not see coming.
I've been cleaning here at The Empress
at night for the past two months.
Around 11, I turn the lights off.
That's when she saw the light in the building across the way.
Is that unusual?
I've never seen lights on over there so late before.
What happened next?
She saw two women arguing.
At first, all I could see were shadows. Then, they started fighting.
Then, one of them raised their arm holding something long,
hit the first woman, slamming her against the window.
And then the woman who got hit, she fell down and took some
and took some of the vertical blinds down with her.
The other woman disappeared after the attack.
Did you... get a look at the women's faces?
It was too far away.
All I could see was that they both had blonde hair.
Did the police take your statement?
They came and checked it out, but I couldn't even tell them
what floor it happened on. They said no alarms went off,
the concierge hadn't gotten any noise complaints.
They didn't find a body, did they?
So they had no just cause to pursue the case.
A mysterious crime. A distraught witness
authorities don't believe. This is classic Hitchcock.
Sandra, you work at night.
You must have a hard time staying awake.
Maybe your mind is just playing tricks on you?
I have been staying up late studying
for a night school exam, but I know what I saw: a murder,
which means there is a murderer out there who needs to be found.
I'll cover the fee.
Guardian angels shouldn't have to pay for help.
Alrighty then. First things first... we have
to find out if what you saw was actually a murder.
Exactly.
How do we do that?
I got the blueprints from the city.
It's a multi-use complex, so it's retail on the bottom
and high-end condos on the top.
- What's with the red strings? - Oh. Well, it's just
a little technique I picked up at the forensics conference.
I have been dying to try it out.
So the strings represent the trajectory
of Sandra's sight lines from the eighth floor
to the neighbouring tower, The Emperor.
And I've managed to narrow down the potential crime scenes
to the sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth floor.
- Do we know what's there? - Yeah.
It's an architecture firm,
a vitamin retailer and a meditation studio.
The eighth floor is currently empty.
Sandra said she saw two blonde women fighting,
some blinds get knocked down, so we look
- for the missing blinds. - And the missing blonde.
I'll take the vitamin retailer.
What? No, don't stick me with meditation.
- Too bad, I already called it. - Come on!
Private detective trainee reporting for duty. Wow!
Is that...
- What's happening? - We're gonna be consultants
- on Willow's next feature. - Cool.
Not as cool as this.
Hi! I'm Mona. Are you here
to learn about our supplements? Or perhaps join the team?
You know, with these faces, you two could see me the moon.
We're with one of your competitors.
Thinking about making the move.
Oh. Caterpillar Supplements, right?
Uh... we'd rather not say.
Don't blame you. Now, I heard
they use gelatin in their supposedly-vegan protein powder.
I make it my business to know everything about everyone.
Well then, you must know who was here in the office
last night around 11 p.m.
That's an oddly specific question.
Well, I called to check you guys out. A woman answered.
We had a lovely chat. That's why we're here,
considering making the switch to Butterfly.
Are you sure you called here? Because of all the loud
construction noises in the building, our guides have
- been working from home lately. - Oh. So it wasn't you?
Oh, I was at a client's engagement dinner.
As long as we're here, how about a tour?
Oh! No.
Not until you sign on the dotted line.
And pass a training course. Then, the gates
of this magical vitamin kingdom will be open to you too.
- Oh, ginseng gum? - Oh, please! It's organic.
- Would you get her some water? - Yeah, of course!
Ugh!
Ugh.
Uh... Um... Wow.
- You are good. - 87 episodes and counting.
I'm gonna check the blinds.
No.
Hi.
Oh, thanks. That ginseng has some kick.
So what do you say? Are you ready to spread your wings
and release your inner butterfly?
Well, you do make it sound enticing.
You know what? Why don't you try a product sample?
You'll see the quality for yourself.
Now, this is our bestseller.
Gives you an extra lift, you know.
Now, imagine your breath in colour.
You wanna breathe in green,
and breathe out blue.
That marks the end of the guided meditation.
The electromagnetic massage is gonna take over
and guide you deeply
into your own breath for the rest of the class.
Uh, you know, the session isn't over yet.
- You're not gonna get a refund. - Yeah.
It's a little early for me to get my zen on.
Maybe if you had some late-night classes, say...
- around 11? - Well, classes after 9 p.m.
would disrupt your natural circadian rhythms.
Oh, um, where's River today? I heard her classes
- are amazing. - Oh, well,
she didn't bother to show up or call.
- Really? - Probably part of her tantrum
with the construction that's going on downstairs. She says
the dust is preventing her diaphragm from fully expanding.
Poor River. So I guess she's off the schedule then, huh?
- Let me check. - Thanks.
Looks like our computer system is offline.
Oh. Well, you know what? I think you're right.
Meditation is just not for me.
But I am very interested in immersion therapy.
Um, if you're new to the modality,
you run the risk of kundalini congestion, so.
I'm pretty sure that my kundalini
can handle more than you think it can,
- if you know what I mean. - Yeah. Uh...
- Excuse me. - Yeah.
Eternal Lotus.
Damn it.
Hey! You should've seen it.
Matt was so quick on his feet. It was just like
- an improve class. - Matt got
- stamina powder. - It was a gift.
- From a concerned friend? - From the vitamin manager!
- Oh. - A blonde who claims to have
an alibi. What about you? Is all your tension
magically melted away? Until now.
One of the meditation instructors was
also a blonde and she didn't show up for work today.
Huh. Maybe we found our blondes. But what's the motive?
Well, there's one more business on that list,
Bridgeland Architects. It's just around the corner.
So what's the play? I do a great dissatisfied customer.
Or you could take the photos of our potential blondes
- back to Zoe at the office. - Why don't we just text them?
And deprive Willow from getting the chance
- to watch Zoe in action? - I would love to see
her in action! It's another peek behind the curtain.
Well, I guess you do need to see
how the entire operation works.
See you back at the office.
Don't wanna let it go to waste.
Just roll-up blinds, no verticals.
Yeah, but maybe one of our blondes works on this floor.
- Hello. - Hey.
I'm Grant Bridgeland.
Oh, the Bridgeland in Bridgeland Architects?
One and the same.
My wife and I were hoping
to get a quote on plans for our new home.
I actually don't do residential contracts anymore.
I'm busy putting a bid together on the new opera house.
Sounds like a high-profile gig.
That's amazing. Your staff must be working night and day.
I actually do all the designs myself.
- Really? - Wow. Um,
Erika Michaels. I went to school
with an Erika Michaels. Did we just miss her?
No. No, she's out of town at a conference.
Oh. Is it the same Erika? Blonde hair,
- blue eyes? - Actually, she's a brunette.
If you two will excuse me, I'm running late
for a magazine interview.
No vertical blinds, no blondes.
- So much for our architect. - We already ruled out
the meditation studio and the vitamin place
- as the crime scene. - I'll get Zoe started on this.
I guess all we have to do is check the empty eighth floor.
Yep. But first,
we need access.
OK. Uh, so today we have a missing
meditation instructor to find, and a vitamin manager's
alibi to check. - Great.
There's a similar scene in the script. My character has
to find someone, so she goes into an underground bunker
to hack into the Fed's database.
Oh. Well, I just usually check social media.
Oh. Alright.
I guess that can work too.
I need to know absolutely everything
about how a detective agency works. No detail is
- too small. - Well, the smallest details
- are my favourite. - Great.
So tell me, what's it really like
to work for Shade and Angie?
Oh. Um, well, it's great.
Do they, um... do they ever disagree about a case?
No. I mean, there's a lot of discussion.
- You mean debate. - Oh, OK, sure.
Heated arguments lead to office conflict.
Oh. No, no, no, no, no, no.
- I didn't say that. - Oh, but surely there must be
- some sort of tension. - Tension?
No. No, no. I...
No, I can't think of any kind of tension.
None. Whatsoever.
Excuse me.
We're representing the law firm
Sheverett and Associates,
and we're interested in renting an office space.
Uh, you can contact the sales team.
Uh, how's your security?
We have overseas clients, and we'd need access
- after hours. - The elevators are operated
by a key fob coded to your particular floor.
So there's no access to floors after hours?
Only if you've got the master key fob.
Which is tightly guarded by you?
- Always. - I suppose you,
uh, keep a record of any employees
- that use their fobs after hours? - Of course, why?
Well, it helps us with billing. That way, we can prove
to clients which lawyers were in the office at any point in time.
You're gonna have to talk to management about that.
Any chance we could take a look at the eighth floor?
It's under construction.
Still it would give us a sense of the space.
Sorry. Off-limits. Insurance issues.
Oh. We understand. Thank you so much for your help.
- Got it? - Like candy from a baby.
Well, this is very murder-y.
Willow would love it.
Speaking of which, thanks for letting her shadow us.
Yeah, no problem.
Alright, well, the vertical blinds are here.
Except for these ones.
They've obviously been replaced. They're a different shade.
Well, if Sandra's story was accurate,
the scuffle would've happened right here.
Alright. If I'm the attacker, I hit you here.
I pushed you back against the window.
And I would've fell forward like this
down by this stack of drywall.
Look.
That's blood.
Sandra was right.
She really did witness a murder.
Oh.
Please ignore me. I'm not here.
OK. Um. Sure, blood spatter is evidence
of something, but this is a construction site.
You know, injuries happen. Like one time, I cut myself
on a grapefruit spoon and when I saw the blood, I passed out
and hit my head, and I woke up to what looked like a crime scene.
Uh, Danica, we're not talking about grapefruit.
We're talking about a possible murder.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Well, without a body, I can't call this a murder.
My fianc�e and I love your show by the way, Lipstick Law.
Oh, thanks! Are you marrying another cop?
Um, no. No.
Um, she's a, Kate is an award- winning investigative reporter.
Does anyone have her life rights?
Actually, no. Maybe we should
- talk about that. - Ahem! Um, what about
a missing person's report?
Nobody that matches the timeframe and description
of the alleged victim.
Uh, the concierge keeps
a record of any fobs used after hours.
Mm-hmm. Yeah. I'll look into that.
Speaking of, the concierge also mentioned
a missing master key fob. Oh. Thank you.
You stole the key fob?
Oh, I just borrowed it. That's more accurate.
- I have to take this. - Impressive.
Likes to bend the rules.
Uh, I thought you were shadowing me?
Yeah, babe! I am.
So what's your next move?
Uh, well, the next thing we have to figure out
is how the killer got the body out of here.
OK. Well, there's not much blood spatter,
so... maybe the body was wrapped in something?
Maybe one of these plastic sheets?
It would've made it easier to drag, but where?
Not down the elevator.
Because the concierge would've seen a dead body being
dragged out of it!
Uses logic
and deduction.
Maybe the killer came in through the stairwell,
taking the body out the same way.
Yeah, but the concierge still would've seen them
on the ground floor.
Well, this is one way out no one would have seen.
OK. I'm done here.
- I'm heading back. - Check it out.
More blood.
OK. Yes, that is blood.
But this still could've come from the same
construction worker over by the window.
What? You have no body and no missing person's report.
Can you blame me if I'm skeptical?
Do you resent amateurs for messing with your turf?
- "Amateurs"? - I'm just
looking for conflict.
- For my movie. - Look.
Why don't I run both blood samples through the system.
And then, I'm gonna talk to the construction company
and see if there were any on-site injuries.
And then, we'll have a better idea of what we're dealing with.
Let's see where this leads.
Angie, do you have a catchphrase?
Like, when you catch a bad guy? On my show, my character says,
"It's a matter of life and death." And every time
- she says it, the bad guy spills. - If only it were like that
in real life. You never know until you try.
How's something like, "It's lights out for you."
Or, "Meet your angel of no mercy."
I don't... I don't think that's really me.
- But... - Well, we'll keep working
- on it. - Maybe I need
a catchphrase too. Like, um... "Now you're in my shade."
- Not bad. - Ha! She's being kind.
Oh, damn it.
- It's empty. - So your murder theory
is all wrong?
Maybe not.
Alright. Hold on, I'm coming.
Hey, Shade. I'm just trying
to recreate the blood spatter from the scene.
[The spray pattern matches blunt force trauma.]
There'd be a lot more blood though.
[Yeah, put that on hold for a minute, Zoe.]
Sure. Why?
Well, I need you to call East-West Disposal Services.
Ask them if they removed their dumpster
from The Emperor in the last 24 hours.
Sure. That's not nearly
as fun as blunt force trauma though.
Hey. Listen, this is sort of embarrassing,
but I threw my brother's golf clubs
off our balcony and into the dumpster
at The Emperor downtown.
Your company said you picked up the dumpster. Could we take
- a look? - We already pulled
all recyclables and I didn't see any golf clubs, so.
But do you remember a body?
Are you Willow Maitland from Lipstick Law?
Oh, my God!
Wait, wait. Can I?
- MMy girlfriend would die. - Sure.
- If you answer some questions. - Yeah, yeah.
Anything. Yeah.
Lipstick Law!
Well, that was easy.
- The power of celebrity. - Listen.
Did you see anything unusual in the dumpster?
Yeah. I mean, not like a body.
Is this a reality TV show?
This is more real than reality TV.
It's a matter of life and death.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
I cannot believe you just said that. Did y'all hear that?
That's her catchphrase! She said, "It's a matter of life
- and death." - Yep, we heard it.
Where's the dumpster now?
I mean, it's just right there, but...
I can't let you...
Man, how could I say no?
This is crazy! Lipstick Law.
Hey, Willow, you don't have to...
- If Angie's doing it, so am I. - Oh, Willow!
Light jacket, dirty dumpster...
- Never mind. - Oh! Sorry, babe.
I'm not sure there's room in here for three.
Got something.
Looks like a murder weapon to me.
- Hey! Check this out. - Look at all that blood!
That's what Zoe was talking about.
I'll text Danica, get her to get someone down here.
So we know the body was wrapped in plastic and dumped.
Yeah, but why take the body from the dumpster
and leave the bloody plastic behind?
I'm sensing a dramatic finish.
Maybe the killer didn't move the body.
Maybe the body moved itself. Our murder victim
must still be alive.
What about the plastic sheet and the pipe? They must
- prove something. - There were no recoverable
prints on either. I need something tangible,
like a victim. Like, if she was wrapped
in this plastic, where is she? The construction company swears
there have been no accidents on site.
Well, what about the lab report? Anything in there?
So, the blood from the drywall in front of the window was not
a match to the blood in the trash chute.
So the blood on the chute could be from the attacker.
Neither one is in the DNA database. There's no drugs
or alcohol involved. The blood from the drywall has
- a vitamin D deficiency. - Someone wasn't getting enough sun?
I guess. I also spoke to the concierge at the Emperor.
He says they don't have a record of the key fob usage
- due to IT issues. - So we have a series
- of dead ends. - "So we have a series
of dead ends." Imparts both concern
and frustration.
Willow. I didn't know you were here.
Detective Powers agreed to give me the lowdown
- on the police side of things. - Yeah. Later, you can watch me
put the screws to a perp and his mouthpiece.
- Fantastic. - But first... just a few hours
of paperwork. So important,
yet so underrepresented in film and television, I find.
Oh.
So our vitamin lady Mona Macon was
at the engagement dinner,
[but... it ended at 10.]
So she could still be our attacker.
Did you find River, the meditation instructor?
No. She's usually posting inspirational quotes,
but she hasn't been online and she's not answering
her phone and her roommate's out of town.
Fits our timeline. She could be our victim.
We should file a missing person's report.
[I already contacted Danica. She's on it.]
And what about the vitamin deficiency?
Maybe, uh, River's getting supplements from Mona?
If she was, it wasn't with Butterfly Vitamins.
Their vitamin D supplement was taken off the market.
Hey, did Danica send over the security footage?
Yeah. I'll link it to your phone right now.
- Got it. - [OK. So, Sandra said]
she saw the incident happen at 11. This...
- [is a few minutes before.] - That's one of our blondes.
And if you fast-forward...
Looks like the concierge is
- having a private party. - Yeah.
His on-the-sly drinking's a regular thing.
But he stays on the first floor close to his post,
so he's sneaky but smart.
[And...]
[the same blonde gets back on the elevator]
- [half an hour later.] - Alive and well.
And potentially our would-be killer.
Zoe, get a hold of Sandra.
See if she can meet us before her shift.
So the woman I thought
was murdered isn't dead?
God, that's a relief. Do you know who she is?
Well, she might be this woman, River.
She's a meditation instructor
- at The Emperor. - I don't know her.
What about this woman? Could she have been the attacker?
It's possible. Like I said, I didn't see faces.
Does this ring any bells?
Actually, now that I'm seeing it,
I think one of them was wearing that sweater.
Last time you were lawyers.
Now you're Pis? Why don't you come back
when you're exterminators? We got a rodent issue.
We need you to see this.
I serve the tenants, not you.
Looks like you serve yourself too. What is that, whiskey?
- How'd you get that? - The better question is
- what are we going to do with it? - Wanna try this again?
I don't know. We got a lot of different blondes
in the building. Like River? Or Mona Macon?
I've never seen them here after hours.
- It could be Pam Bridgeland. - As in
- Bridgeland Architects? - Yeah. Mr. Bridgeland's wife.
He lives in the penthouse. I leave deliveries at her door.
I only ever see her reaching out to pick them up.
I guess she's a bit of a recluse.
- We're gonna need to talk to her. - Whoa, whoa. Not my problem.
Let me guess. Matt's not coming.
Well, I guess this is the life of a PI.
You never know where you'll be from one minute to the next.
Yeah, he keeps himself pretty busy, that's for sure.
You know, um,
- I did a little acting myself. - Really?
Just local stuff but, uh,
the neighbourhood paper described my performance
of Fagan as "unique."
Any press is good press.
Yeah, I guess so.
Mm! Hey, you're playing a PI in a new film, yeah?
Yeah. If I can get it financed, that's the plan.
Well, I'm no Matt but, uh,
I do have an inside track
if you're interested in hearing any stories.
What do you know about Angie?
Angie...
OK. Well, she's, uh,
she's everything a partner should be:
loyal, smart, kind.
Tough... but fair.
The classic leading man's leading lady.
Hmm!
Oh, it's Matt. Oh, he needs a favour.
Oh. I wish I could help more.
But I get it. There's only so much an actress can do.
Actually, uh...
I think an actress is exactly what Matt needs.
I got a work order for the penthouse.
- The landline needs service. - I didn't hear
anything about this.
Line's dead.
Hence the need for service.
Not who you were expecting?
Are those my dad's coveralls?
I once played a seamstress in occupied France.
- I can make anything fit me. - How did you even know about this?
I was with Don when you texted him.
He thought I might be better suited
for the role. I tend to agree.
- And the phone line? - Junction box. One switch.
- Easy-peasy. - I gotta say, you are
- quite the chameleon. - That is the nicest thing
you could have said. I really appreciate
- your trust in me. - Thanks for your help, Willow.
No. Thank you. This has given me a great idea
for a whole new sequence in the movie. I have to call
the writer, who, by the way, has been surprisingly unreceptive
to my notes. Bye!
- Well, she's all in, isn't she? - Yeah. The movie's
- important to her. - Not just the movie.
Uh, Pam Bridgeland?
- This is a private floor. - Yeah. We're sorry
to bother you, ma'am. We're working with building security
regarding some vandalism on the eighth floor.
Did you happen to see anything down there the other night?
- I haven't been down there. - Oh. That's funny,
because isn't this you getting off the elevator?
Oh. Right, I forgot.
I popped down to check on the renovations for Grant.
The architect.
So his elevator fob must work on every floor.
Sure. But I didn't
see any vandalism and I was only there for five minutes,
so I'm afraid I can't help you.
She was on the eighth floor
for 30 minutes, not 5.
But catching her in a lie isn't enough to take to the police.
Hey, hey, hey! Zoe! Mona Macon is
- still in the mix. - No. Sorry, boss.
I just confirmed that Mona left her engagement dinner
at 10 PM with a guy. They spent the night together.
That brings us back to Pam Bridgeland.
What could she possibly have against River?
Nothing murderous. River is back on social media.
Apparently, she was in a meditative state this entire time.
She's not our victim. Well, glad she's OK,
but not glad to see an empty case board.
- Have no ID for our victim. - From the looks of things,
no attacker either. Why no photo
- of Pam Bridgeland? - I can't find one.
It's all about the husband, Grant. He is a media hog.
You know, he's already publicizing the opera house
like he's already landed the job. Weirdly, Pam has
- zero online presence. - Zero?
Not so much as a...
photo of her and Grant at a ribbon-cutting ceremony.
Even weirder,
since these are Pam's designs.
This looks like a version of Emperor Row.
- Wait. Pam's an architect too? - Her and Grant started
the firm as partners. Then, she stopped working there
six years ago in June because of this.
"A vehicle slams into the caf�'s
"outdoor patio, causing two fatalities.
Other patrons were unharmed, including Pam Bridgeland."
She's lucky she wasn't sitting one table to the left.
Wow.
So... near-death experience shook Pam up so badly
that she locked herself away from the world.
Which explains why the concierge never met her
and maybe the vitamin D deficiency.
She's an agoraphobe.
And why she's never in public with Grant.
Wasn't the vitamin D-deficient blood from the victim of the attack?
It can't be. I mean, we just met Pam Bridgeland. Although,
now that I think about it, I could've sworn she had a tan.
- Yeah. - Let's check.
No, can't tell.
Wait. Whoa, whoa.
Holy smackers, look at this!
11 p.m.,
Pam has naturally blonde hair. Then...
- half an hour later. - She needs
her roots touched up. It's two different women.
Agoraphobic, vitamin D-deficient,
natural-blonde Pam got off the elevator,
and then a tanned, dyed-blonde impostor
got back on. Look at that!
- Her sweater's on inside-out. - It's like she pulled
the sweater off the victim and pulled it on herself.
Which means the woman that we just met
was not Pam Bridgeland. And if the real Pam Bridgeland
- isn't the killer... - Then she's our missing victim.
Thanks for the outfits, Sandra.
I can't believe the attacker's pretending to be the woman
- she tried to kill. - Well, we still need
to prove it. We need to find the real Pam Bridgeland.
She's probably in hiding, all alone and terrified.
Yeah, which is why we need to get into the penthouse
to look for any clues we can find. Were you able
to get the elevator fob? Yeah. My friend needs it back
for her shift tomorrow. How can you be sure the penthouse
- is empty? - Impostor Pam is
at a free meditation session that I arranged.
And I invited Grant to a phony magazine interview across town.
Should keep 'em both busy for a while.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
There you are.
Elevators are over there. You wanna hit the fifth floor.
It's the cleaners.
You go that way. I'll go that way.
There's no sign in this apartment that Pam
even lives here. Grant's sleeping in the other room.
Well, a woman definitely lives in this room because I just went
through her closet. Look. This must be
the real Pam Bridgeland.
- They looked so happy. - Hey.
Pam's career ended six years ago.
What's she doing with a drawing table?
This lock's been drilled.
Someone broke into this cabinet and took everything.
Nothing else in here has been touched. And you saw
the front door, no sign of forced entry.
Why would someone who never goes outside need makeup
with SPF?
Oh.
Looks like Pam has something to hide.
The client wanted to meet the architect
and I couldn't leave the house. So I told Grant to sign his name
to my design. I had no idea
what I was... starting.
- What are we watching? - Self therapy tapes.
I once played a psychotherapist.
So Pam didn't give up her career six years ago.
She kept drafting designs from the safety of her home.
And Grant signed his name to them.
I suppose I, um,
I should be upset. The old me would've
blamed myself. But I don't care
that he's having an affair with his secretary.
It's such a pathetic clich�.
The same secretary that Grant told us
was conveniently out of town for work.
Zoe, can you bring up Erika Michaels
from Bridgeland Architects?
Bridgeland said she was a brunette!
In high school, maybe.
That's the woman we met at the penthouse!
Hold on. She was sleeping with Grant?!
OK. Is there a video closer to the night of the attack?
I just felt this shift, and after months
of not being able to get past the elevator, I...
I finally made it to the eighth floor.
And I don't care that Grant saw me.
I'm not afraid of him anymore.
I think I'm getting better.
I think I've got it.
Ahem.
Pam Bridgeland is the talent behind the firm, and Grant has
been taking credit for her work for years. Her agoraphobia was
the best thing that ever happened to him. But she was
about to expose him. That's when he dialed M for murder.
Pretty good. Except for that last bit. Anyhow,
that doesn't explain why Pam was attacked by her impostor.
But we still don't know where Pam is.
Those do look like Emperor Row. If Pam designed
- the building she lives in... - She'd know exactly
where to hide. But why wouldn't she just come forward?
Guys, tomorrow, firms from all over the world are submitting
their designs for the opera house project.
- Do you think... - That's it.
- What? - The only way for Pam to prove
she's the true talent is with her designs.
That must be what Grant stole from her filing cabinet.
If she shows up to get them back, this time,
he's gonna kill her for real.
- Where's Grant? - What?
I don't... HEY!
We know you've been posing as Pam Bridgeland.
I never said I was Pam. You assumed...
But you admit you and Grant are having an affair.
Yes, but that... Aren't you that actress?!
This isn't about your affair. You tried to kill Pam.
You can go down for attempted murder.
OK. No, wait. You don't understand.
Grant noticed Pam was leaving the penthouse for the first time
in years. She told him that she was gonna out him as a fraud.
I thought I could talk her out of it,
but then she came at me.
So you grabbed the pipe out of self defense.
I didn't even think I hit her that hard.
You thought you killed her so you shoved her down
a garbage chute. No! Grant did that.
Pam wasn't moving. I didn't know what to do,
so I called him. Grant felt her pulse,
said she was dead...
that I'd be arrested for murder if we call 911.
He told me to put on her sweater and get back on the elevator.
- We're calling the police. - It will be too late.
- What?! Is she with Grant? - He took her back
- to the eighth floor. - Willow, call 911. We need
- Danica down here right away. - OK.
You really think
you can steal my designs? Who is stealing from whom?!
I drew these plans for the opera house,
just like I drew everything
you have ever built! But that is ending right now because I am
- taking back what is mine! - You know what the opera house
- commission is worth. - I do.
I also know... that your reputation
is worth far more to you.
But that's going up in flames now too.
- Put that down. - Or what?
You're gonna try to kill me again?
I've lived in fear for so long,
I forgot what real anger feels like!
But it is what got me through when I hid in this building!
WHICH I DESIGNED!
We can still work this out, JUST GIVE ME
- THE OPERA HOUSE DESIGNS! - I wouldn't do that, Grant.
Who's there?!
A witness to this attempted murder.
Two of them, in fact.
Who the hell are you people?!
You've always wanted to be famous, Grant.
Maybe you're gonna get your chance.
AH!
CAREFUL, GRANT! IT'S A BIT OF A BUMPY RIDE!
- You alright, Pam? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm OK.
That was amazing!
You are all so brave!
You... are?
Just a group of concerned citizens.
Sent by your guardian angel.
How's that for tangible evidence, Danica?
Definite improvement. Thanks, guys.
Grant Bridgeland, you're under arrest for attempted murder.
- Twice. - Wait, Detective!
Just one more thing.
Meet your avenging angel of JUSTICE!
Get me out of here.
You know... somehow, you actually pulled that off.
"Avenging angel of justice."
Maybe that should be the title of your movie.
I'd go see it.
And that is what we call... a wrap.
I have to say...
you look so comfortable out here in the real world.
Well, nothing like a second
or rather, third near-death experience
to bring a person perspective.
You've certainly fast-tracked your therapy.
Thank you both.
Pam, there's someone that wants to meet you.
This is Sandra, your...
champion behind the scenes, so to speak.
Thank you
for speaking up. Courage isn't always easy to find.
I'm just glad everything worked out and...
that you're moving forward.
I hear you're taking over Bridgeland Architects
and putting your name on designs again.
I am indeed. And I'm hiring all new employees.
Sandra, I hear you're studying to be a CPA.
I am.
Well, I'm gonna need a new accountant.
Shall we go talk about it over coffee?
Yeah.
Thank you again.
Wow. That ended better
than any Hitchcock movie.
Let's be thankful life isn't like the movies.
- Cheers. - Mm-hmm.
Mm. So...
the latest draft of the movie went out to a bunch
of A-list directors. - Uh-huh.
And so far, the feedback has been really positive.
Oh, that's great news! Although you really have
Angie to thank. I know she was your inspiration.
Don't be jealous. Both of you helped give me
that real-world edge. - Yeah.
You and Angie really do make a good team.
Yeah.
Oh. Sorry, it's my agent.
I'll just be one sec.
Darryl? Hello, darling.
Hey. I didn't expect to hear from you tonight.
I just wanted to let you know that Willow gave me
a check from her studio to cover our fee.
Well, that's great.
But you could've told me tomorrow.
I also wanted to thank you for letting her ride along.
- I like her. - [Yeah, of course you do.]
- You're her inspiration. - Oh!
Did I mention she has excellent taste?
She thinks we make a good team.
We do.
[Yeah, like...]
Tracy and Hepburn. Bogie and Bacall.
More like Laurel and Hardy.
Yeah.
More like that.
[I got dibs on Hardy.]
[Unless, of course, you wanna be the short chubby guy]
- [with the funny hat?] - No, please! That's all you.
Watch the new comedy Call Your Mother,
Thursday January 14th on Global.
Freddie! Mom!
What are you doing here?
I brought you socks.
And the toilet paper you like.
You can't just show up to my apartment un-announced.
I'm Danny I'm your host.
If you murder me, you won't get away with it.
Is there some reason you can't connect with your kids?
And get it on with your landlord?
Uh! - No! Oh my....!
I haven't been kissed in 5 years!
I thought you said you hadn't had sex in 4 years?
But I haven't been kissed in 5!