We're the Wildcats!
A little bit louder now!
We're the Wildcats! I can't hear you!!!
I am glad that Brent didn't show up tonight.
Liar.
Maybe he's showing up for the big reunion dance.
Say mocha!
Mocha!
Didn't you get in trouble for having sex
down here in 11th grade?
Don't remind me.
Oh, my god. Yes!
Hold my camera. I need to pee.
Icky Mickey. Remember?
Icky Mickey!
Ahh, gross! He was so gross.
I can't believe it. Fifteen years!
Say Gibsons!
Are you okay?
Get your flashlight, Rosie. Flashlight, flashlight.
I'm gonna film this. Bella, I'm filming this.
Day one of our fifteen-year high school reunion.
And our prom queen Bella Devine is demonstrating
her fall from Grace in real time folks.
You guys, help me up.
What are you laying on?
I don't know.
Get up.
Oh, my...
I'll take it.
Come on!
Seriously.
Seriously, what are you...
Somebody call 911!
- Did you like high school? - ♪
Uh...
I quite enjoyed it, actually.
Hmm.
Let me guess.
Chess Club, a beret.
Bold artistic statements.
Uh, it was more like math and physics.
I wasn't wildly popular.
I mean, unlike you, you heartbreaker.
I was going through a phase.
Uh-huh.
So you went to the prom?
Of course.
I went with Roger Galbraith. He's actually semi-famous now.
I... I never heard of him.
He went to LA and kinda made it as an actor and,
you know, I went to college and then grad school
and then more grad school.
Anyway, tell me about yours.
My prom date?
No. Your prom.
Ah... I never went.
Why?
I went to the movies instead.
I kind of regret it now.
Do you wanna come to mine?
Huh?
It's the high school 50th anniversary,
and they wanna throw this big dance party
for everyone who ever graduated from Gibsons' High
and I was roped into the organizing committee.
Mhmm.
Seriously,
you wanna go?
No.
Not really.
Not alone?
Uh-huh.
- Shh!!!
Bobby, what the hell?
You damn near gave me a heart attack.
God, you're beautiful.
I mean, I know that, but every time I see you...
So where were you last night?
Had a little something to take care of.
Who is she?
You know what? It doesn't even matter.
Okay Bobby, we have to stop doing this.
I know.
No. I'm serious.
That's why I came back here to tell you.
Stop. Somebody's gonna see us.
I know.
Is that you, Kayla?
Hey, Sam.
Hey. Would you convince this guy to move home
and run the business with me?
Thing is we do have our own life, in Spokane. So...
Mmm. Working for other people.
But, uh... come on.
You know, dad wanted us to run it together.
Remember what he always used to say?
If we pull together, then we are unstoppable.
Yeah. Well, you're pretty unstoppable
all on your own, big bro.
- ♪ - Whatever.
Alright. Anyways, think about it. Alright?
Good night, you two.
So, how was it with the girls tonight?
Ah, drinking, gossiping, too many shots.
It was fun.
Okay. I'm gonna have a shower. Alright?
- Mmhmm. - Okay.
♪ ...late night vernacular anything goes... ♪
That boat.
You don't like it?
It's a nice boat.
It's for sale. It's on consignment.
It's almost in my price range.
It floats.
Okay. So sailboats don't really fall in my price range.
I just like to look at them.
Who owns it?
Oh, a guy named Sam Sebastian.
- Sam Sabiston. - Sam. Right.
There are a lot of boats in that guy's price range.
He's Sabiston Developments.
Did you see me on that thing?
Maybe if I squint a little? I have to go meet Phyllis.
No.
So, uh... what would it look like?
It?
You, me, this... this dance, assuming we went together.
Public.
Right.
It'd certainly look public.
Yeah.
- Yeah. - Mhmm.
So... um...
would you like to go to your prom with me?
It depends.
Do you have a suit?
I don't wear suits.
I don't make the rules. We don't get to break them.
You can pick me up at 7:00 tomorrow.
- Good morning, campers.
Oof!
Where are we? What happened?
Well, I can't fill in all your blanks,
but we met when you started urinating on my car.
What?
Idiots.
Doug Hewitt, and Ronnie.
Harbud. Is that you?
Let me guess. You guys were caught
spray painting the school again?
This time, we were peeing off the bridge onto passing cars.
Hey, are you coming to the reunion?
Maybe. Hey, I was just wondering,
just because he popped into my head the other day,
do you remember Brent Dean?
Yeah, of course. He's coming.
Oh, yeah? Cool.
Yeah. I just haven't thought about him in a while, so.
And what about his wife and kids?
I'm pretty sure he's still single.
Uh-huh. Funny.
- Brent Dean! - Brent Dean!!!
Brent Dean!
I'll see you later.
Yeah.
Brent Dean!
Just a guy I went to school with.
- Okay. - Okay.
Wow.
Yeah. Leah called in sick so I'm on my own.
And remember Bella Devine, that snotty-nosed brat
I used to babysit when we were, like, 17 and she was nine?
I think so.
- Order up! - One sec.
Well, she has sent her food back three times,
and then she decided that she didn't like the menu,
so she invented her own thing.
And you know what? I am an adult.
I am a smart businesswoman, and I am saying this out loud
so that I don't spit in her food.
Do you want help?
I would seriously kiss your butt.
Here. Take this.
Okay, great. Thank you.
Okay. Table 12.
Oh, by the way, how was your night with Chief?
Well, he's taking me to the dance.
Seriously? I thought you guys were gonna take it slow.
I know. I know. Am I nuts?
No. No. It is a dance. Who cares if it's public?
I like him.
We will have fun, and I am not going to overthink things
for once in my life.
Okay. Great. Yeah, table 12. Thank you.
Alright. If Ivan asked where I was last night,
I was with you guys. Okay?
Kayla. Bobby again?
Ivan is one of the nicest guys.
Kayla, you don't deserve him.
- Ouch, harsh Bella. - Well, it's true.
Excuse me. I have to take this damn food back to the kitchen.
Why did Bobby even come? It's not like he graduated.
He said he had some business.
He came because you're here.
Look, I love Ivan. I really do.
We both made mistakes.
Okay?
Hey, babe.
You promised me.
What are you talking about?
Babe, this is crap. It's a fake.
I mean, who would even send that to you?
We're done.
Babe, wait! Wait... Babe! Just give me a second!
Please, I'm sorry! One time, okay? I'm sorry!
You promised me! You screwed me!
I'm sorry! Okay?
- Get your hands off her! - That's my wife!
This is bad.
You were my friend!
Oh, really bad.
Stop!
Hi. You're not still by the marina, are you?
Hey!
Guys, stop!
Both of you!
For God's sake, just stop it!
What do you say we calm down, huh?
Why are you arresting me? He started it!!!
I'm gonna kill you!
I swear!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay?
Stay away from me.
So why are you arresting me?
Did I say I was arresting you?
The last guy did it weekly.
Damn near every time I turn around.
What's this for?
It's water, it's for drinking. You look rough.
You got ID?
Bobby Ransome.
You here for the reunion?
Obviously.
I grew up here. Alright?
It's still home, sort of,
when I'm not stuck in the camps up north.
Tough life, the rigs.
So are we about done here?
Somewhere to be?
Someone to see?
Someone who might not like you talking to a cop?
Do us both a favor.
Stay in your own lane.
Hey, pick that up.
Pick it up.
You know what?
I am glad that Brent didn't show up tonight.
Liar!
Maybe he's showing up for the big reunion dance.
Seriously. I mean, yes.
I thought I liked him in high school, but that was the past.
Leave it there.
Okay. So if you see him at the dance...
Yeah. I'm probably not going. I got way too much to do.
Come on. I'll be your wingman.
Somebody call 911!
What's going on?
Bobby Ransome.
Looks like he died from blunt force trauma.
Back of the head.
Accidental?
Maybe.
Crack on the skull that hard though,
tough to believe he just fell.
He passed out? If he's dead weight,
he would've hit his head much harder.
Stains on his shirt, pants.
It's gotta be dirt.
Somebody had to roll him into the tarp.
Send it to the lab. Make sure.
Next of kin?
I tracked his aunt in Denver, Apparently she's not surprised,
she said he's been pushing his luck his whole life.
Moth to flame kinda thing.
Let's follow-up on that, find out what she meant.
Let's retrace Bobby Ransome's steps from the time
he left Molly's till he was found dead at 2:00AM.
Who saw him? Who talked to him?
On it.
Okay.
I'll start with the husband.
Morning, Ivan. I'm gonna have to ask you a few questions.
What about?
Bobby was found dead last night.
Mind if I come in?
You and Bobby were close once?
Since grade school. He's my best friend for years.
Yeah. You mixed up with some bad people.
You got a few priors, drugs, theft.
That was another life.
He had an affair with your wife.
He dated Kayla before me, okay, back in high school.
He always treated her like...
Bobby's gonna be Bobby though, no matter who gets hurt.
One night she comes to my place, she's crying.
You know, a few months after that, we started dating
and a couple years later, we got married.
And then she went back to him...
once.
She begged me to forgive her, and so I did.
You know, looking back,
I wasn't really good to her... drinking too much.
Yesterday...
after the fight, where'd you go?
I drove around for a couple hours
and calmed myself down.
You run into him again?
No.
You see him with anyone else?
No.
I came home around 9:00.
Hung with Sam.
He's my brother.
This is his house.
We ate fish and chips, had a few beers,
and I passed out around midnight.
If I run a test on the blood on your shirt,
gonna match Bobby's?
His or mine.
I'm in the same clothes as yesterday.
You got a mean left hook.
Where can I find your brother?
So I don't want excuses. You need to get the job done.
If you can't, I'll find someone who will.
Okay. Okay.
Great.
Sam Sabiston?
Chief Alberg.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Somewhere we can talk?
Yeah.
Bobby was found dead.
That's a damn shame. I mean...
we weren't really friends, but what is he, like, 32?
Your brother said he was with you last night?
Yeah. After the fight, or whatever it was, I mean...
I tried to talk him down. I told him to come home.
He said he needed to cool down.
So I went and I got fish and chips
and came home and waited for him.
What time did he get there?
It was about midnight. A little before.
That late?
It could have been 11:00.
Come on. You don't think that my brother had anything
to do with this, do you?
He's a little rough around the edges,
but he's the nicest dude on the planet.
Didn't seem that nice yesterday.
His wife cheated.
Look, he was with me last night.
I don't know the exact timeline,
but trust me, my brother's not involved in this.
There were three blows to the base of the skull,
any one of them might have killed them.
The weapon?
Heavy, thin, likely metallic.
Like a metal pipe?
Possibly.
Three blows from behind.
And the angle was left to right.
Now that might suggest that the--
The assailant was left-handed.
That would leave blood spatter. There was none at the scene.
Sid said you've got the lab looking into the dirt
from the victim's clothes.
I found it in his hair, his face, his hands.
It's not dirt.
It's, more granular like sand and oxidized.
Let me know as soon as they report.
I'll call them now.
So, Bobby Ransome was almost certainly
killed somewhere else.
And then disposed of, yeah.
Okay. Thank you.
That was our guy at the ferry.
Ivan's Sabiston's in line for the 4:00 sailing.
Looks like he's trying to make a run for it.
Can't let him do that. Go!
I hadn't heard from Bobby in two years.
Then he messaged me a few weeks ago
saying he'd be in town for the reunion.
Said he had some business.
What sort of business?
I don't know.
He worked in the oil field.
Supplying the man camps with coke,
but that's got nothing to do with this place.
Cocaine?
Honestly, I'm not the person to ask.
Who is the person to ask?
Bobby had his share of enemies.
Including your husband.
Ivan has a temper.
He used to when he drank,
But he'd been better ever since--
The affair?
Look, I love my husband.
I do.
Can I see him?
Not just yet.
If he was transporting cocaine,
let's find out who he was working for.
Mm-mm. Ivan's in there waiting for you.
I didn't kill him.
You had motive, you tried to run.
We talked about this already.
I thought you believed me.
So far, we've been able to place Bobby
around town till 10:00 PM.
He probably died between 11:00 and 2:00.
I was at Sam's by 9:00, bed by 12:00.
That is not what your brother says.
What did he say?
Seriously?
Sam said something different?
How'd you know your wife was still
having an affair with Bobby?
Someone sent me photos.
Of?
Them!
You know when they were taken?
Probably yesterday.
She was wearing that "Class of '09" t-shirt.
Any idea who sent them?
I'd like to see those photos.
They're on my phone.
You confiscated it.
Uh-huh.
I spoke to the rest of the committee and it seems
that there is an appetite to go ahead with the dance,
which seems wrong, but...
Well, people came from all over though.
I guess.
I never knew Bobby Ransome.
He was such a charmer, but always in over his head.
Drugs, bad crowd.
So it was a murderer, wasn't it?
I ask in the strictest of confidence.
How would I know?
Because you're dating the Chief of Police.
Reluctantly.
I'm not... I'm not reluctant about him,
but going public, that's what I'm not so sure about.
For God's sake, why?
Because that's who I'll be now, the police chief's girlfriend.
So, was it a murder?
Phyllis!
Ugh!
Okay. Okay. Here's what I can tell you.
Karl has his eye on Sam Sabiston's boat.
I'm sure he'll be able to get it for cheap,
all things considered.
What? Spill.
Yeah. This is what I'm talking about.
Friends sharing.
Hey. I need that order for table 12.
Isabella says she's trying to trace where the photos
came from, but the message was sent from a VPN,
so it's going to be hard.
When you look at these, what jumps out at you?
Well, it's obvious, the sex.
And?
I don't know. They're kinda good.
Exactly.
They look professional.
Photography studios on the Sunshine Coast,
there can't be many.
I'll get you a list.
Websites too.
This one.
The style, the composition.
Damn.
Hey. So, what are we looking at?
Look at the framing.
And the point of view.
I'll be right with you.
Hi. How can I help you?
Miss Grear, I'm Karl Alberg, Chief of Police.
Those aren't for public display.
I'm investigating the murder of Bobby Ransome.
So, if you don't mind.
Old photos. I've been digitizing them.
They're for the yearbook, the high school reunion.
The committee asked me to help put it together.
Ma'am?
Isn't this you and Bobby?
We dated in high school.
I can't believe he's gone.
Tell me about the photos you sent Ivan Sabiston
of Bobby and Kayla.
I don't know what you mean.
I've never seen that.
Uh-huh.
Why take them and send them to Ivan?
Did someone hire you?
Of course not.
You and Bobby, it wasn't just high school, was it?
It was still happening.
I knew he was seeing Kayla Sabiston,
so I followed him.
Uh-huh.
You decided to blow up her marriage.
I didn't know Ivan would go crazy on Bobby like that.
You thought he'd take it out on Kayla instead.
Bobby was, supplying drugs to the man camps.
What can you tell me about that?
Nothing. I had nothing to do with anything like--
This wasn't my fault.
I... I never meant for--
Sam Sabiston.
Sam and Bobby were friends?
You look...
Alight. Alright.
You clean up pretty nicely yourself.
You ready for this?
It's a high school reunion.
Just drink punch and act like you're 18.
Here we go.
Fifty years of Gibsons grads getting drunk and dancing.
I didn't have to wear a suit.
Chief.
You didn't go to Gibsons High.
Corporal got tied up with the case, so I'm here instead.
So she sent you?
Hey. I'm a good wingman.
You are not my wingman.
I can't believe I'm even saying wingman.
Fine. I'll leave you to it then.
But, but...
Um...
that's him.
Wingman.
May I?
♪ I got this feeling I just can't stop... ♪
♪ I think you should know...
♪ As hard as I try
♪ I can't keep my hands to myself... ♪
Karl Alberg, you're just full of surprises.
♪ No, no, no. ♪
♪ Would you give me a chance ♪
♪ Give me a chance ♪
Sam Sabiston, huh?
If you really wanna buy Sam's boat,
you could lowball him.
Financial trouble.
Says who?
Phyllis.
She hears everything.
I thought he sponsored the dance.
Tax write-off.
Well, you just went to work.
You disappeared right before my very eyes.
I'm sorry.
I just, uh...
Do you mind?
Gonna meet you fellas over there. Okay?
See you in a bit. Okay.
Chief.
Nice to see you enjoying your downtime.
I see you're left-handed.
Like your brother.
Shouldn't you be out looking for killers?
Or do you just plan to crucify my brother?
Matter of fact, we released your brother an hour ago.
Damn right.
How well did you know...
All good.
...Bobby Ransome?
Him and Ivan hung out when they were kids.
I was eight years older, so...
Bobby was in town for business, apparently.
Maybe that business was with you.
Oh, God.
As if I would do business with Bobby Ransome.
Well, he sold pot for you a while back.
Where the hell did you hear that?
It's my business to hear things, Sam.
Your tax dollars at work.
You were a local dealer years back,
before you set yourself straight.
Bobby sold to the school kids.
Never happened.
How are your finances?
Enjoy your eve, Chief.
Hey, boss.
Ask Yen to look into Sam Sabiston's
financial situation.
Anything in particular?
Anything she can find.
I was just about to call you. Lab report came in.
The stains on Bobby Ransome's clothes,
lab says it's mostly iron, could be steel.
I'll call you back.
Uh-oh. He's got that look.
Okay. Chief, make it quick because once this chorus drops,
you lose me the music.
Rebar. Murder weapon.
Like you'd find at a construction site.
Um... yeah. Yeah. Could very well be.
Enjoy the dance.
Thanks.
Oh!
Now I'm really sorry.
You're kidding.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
Sam. Keep an eye on him.
If he wanders off, call me.
You got it, Chief.
Always the bridesmaid.
I'm sorry.
Come on.
Yep.
Sid, drop what you're doing.
Meet me at 106 Hennessy construction site.
I'll be right there.
Hey.
This is my chance.
- Go for it. - ♪
Hey. You look like a million bucks.
It's now or never. Alright?
Come on. What do you got to lose?
My dignity?
Okay.
To us. Cheers.
I'm halfway to the construction site.
So where's Sam Sabiston now?
He's not here, boss. He must've split.
What? No one saw him go?
I checked the parking lot.
The guard said he pulled out 15, maybe 20 minutes ago.
Sid!
Sid.
Sid!
Are you okay? What happened?
I was meeting Sid here.
He was on the ground, somebody knocked him out.
And then just fled?
You're not looking too good there, Sarge.
It's a knock on the head.
Let's go get this guy.
Sam Sabiston?
Yeah. What did you find out about him?
Well, financial troubles turns out to be an understatement.
Sabiston got himself completely over-leveraged,
then interest rates spiked.
Looks like he tried the banks, no luck,
so he ended up going to non-traditional lenders.
Meaning?
A Seattle crime family.
Put out an APB on Sam Sabiston.
Yes, sir.
Let's get you out of here. Come on.
Okay. That's enough.
Vital seem okay. You say you lost consciousness?
A few seconds, tops.
You should go back to the dance.
You should go home.
He'll be alright.
Just keep an eye on him and do not let him drive.
You don't really know him that well, do you?
Thanks for coming by so late, doc.
You checked his house? What about Ivan?
No longer a person of interest, ma'am.
He is to me!
Okay. Look. I... I know Ivan's voicemail password.
Do you want me to--
Please.
Ivan, baby, please.
Don't do this, please.
Bro, listen. It's me. I need to talk to you.
Uncle Wally's Pride and Joy. Can you meet me?
As soon as you can.
Uncle Wally?
Their dad's ex-business partner, Wally Symes.
Symes bought the Brentwood Lodge
after he got out of the construction business.
He's got that big house up on Crestwood.
Was Sam close to his uncle?
Well, he had a falling out with the family years ago.
So not the first place that he'd go to for help.
Sam needs money. He needs to get away from here.
We're watching the roads and ferries.
Check the lodge just to make sure.
Kendrick, Wally's house.
You alright?
I need your help.
We need to help each other.
What's going on?
I might have gotten myself into a... bit of a mess.
Oof.
How you doing, Sarge? I'm here to take you home.
Wally Symes. Haven't heard that name in a while.
Is he still around?
Sam didn't like his Uncle Wally.
Why would he ask his brother to meet him
at Wally's Pride and Joy?
That boat.
You don't like it?
Did Wally Symes have a boat?
Yeah. He did. A big one.
He's always out in the water.
Boss...
No.
I needed money.
You could have came to me.
Not this kind of money, Ivan.
And the people that I owe...
so I made a deal, pay it back by selling their coke.
I set it up with Bobby like the old days.
He was my courier for the man camps.
Win-win.
He made a pretty good cut, but he got greedy.
He made a move to cut me out.
I had to do something.
You!
Killed him?
It was self-defense.
I wanted to talk, but...
Look, he went... he went for me, bro.
But we can work through this if we just work together.
We?!
What did Dad always say?
When we pull together, we're unstoppable.
So we set this up like it was a drug deal gone wrong. Alright?
I already told him that you were home at midnight.
We stayed up until 2:00 AM.
That's not true. I came home by 9:00.
It doesn't matter!
We just need to get our stories straight
so that we both have alibis.
You lied!
I said what I needed to say, Ivan.
You're trying to pin this on me?
No.
Just focus. Okay? I can't go to jail.
I got a business to run.
I got Dad's business to run.
I've always been there for you, Ivan.
No. You haven't.
It's always been about you.
Don't turn away from--
Turn around!
Don't make me do this.
Just tell them.
Coordinate our stories.
That's all you gotta do.
For Dad's sake, man.
We're family.
Right?
Yeah.
Yeah? Yes.
Drop it!
Chief, err... it wasn't me, Chief. I didn't--
Drop the weapon, Sam!
Chief, I didn't--
It's over!
That's my statement, Chief.
Take care.
Hey. Chief says go home now.
Alright.
I didn't wanna drag you away from the dance.
Ugh, you kidding? I'm so glad you called.
Two words, flat earther.
No way.
Just like watching the prince turn into Shrek.
Oh...
I'm sorry I sent Kendrick. I tried to call you.
It's okay.
Later, guys.
See you.
Matter of fact, he's not a bad wingman.
Okay.
Yeah.
What?
I didn't think I'd see you today.
I forgot something.
I suck as a prom date.
Pretty much. I mean, you started out strong, but...
I'd say it won't happen again, but...
I'm sorry.
♪ Sun setting on the waters of your soul ♪
This is never going to be easy, is it?
No.
♪ Little boats like dots along the coast. ♪
♪ Oh, oh... ♪
Saturday night?
♪ I'll be your safe harbor. ♪
Without fail.
♪ I'll be your safe harbor.