I'll need you to finalize those travel details
for the conference in Frankfurt.
And get Kevin to send me my keynote speech, please.
On its way, ma'am.
Okay, I'll be in shortly.
But I want the results of that double-blind study in my inbox
by the time I arrive.
Danny?
Uh, ma'am, you cannot be here.
This is an open crime scene.
I am Victoria Spencer.
Uh--
Marlina, oh my God, are you alright?
Vic, thank you for coming.
I didn't know who else to call,
and I knew we were meeting for lunch, so...
It's okay, I'm here for you.
What happened? Are they saying anything?
I just keep expecting to wake up.
Like this is just some awful nightmare.
I remember the feeling when Sam died.
It's awful. I'm so sorry.
Danny and I were supposed to be married next month.
I know.
At my age, it's so easy to feel...
invisible.
But when he looked at me,
it was like I was the only person in the world.
Uh, Ms. Briggs?
Excuse me, I just want to let you know
that we have our best people on this,
and I'm gonna do everything in my power--
Thank you, Detective Harris.
Uh...
That man couldn't find a cow's ass in a barnyard.
Sounds like you don't have much faith
in our newest detective.
Oh, please.
You remember that useless excuse for an investigation
when my research lab was broken into?
Oh, yes, that was unfortunate.
You know...
Darby and I solved that admissions scandal case...
You told me.
Maybe, if you like, we could look into this for you.
Will I ever get out of here?
Aw...
Ugh...
Is this how you're waking me up now?
Waking you up? It's past 10 o'clock!
Okay, never mind.
I am so glad I caught you before you left town.
You need to get down here right away.
There's been a murder!
What? Who?
My friend Marlina's fiancé, Danny Moreau.
Poor thing, she found him drowned in a pool.
And he was a lifeguard.
You remember Marlina. She's the CEO of Zanotec.
They make that drug you took for your acne in middle school.
Yeah, I remember my acne. Thank you.
But, Mom, this is a police matter.
We shouldn't get involved.
Well, Marlina doesn't trust our new local detective,
and frankly, neither do I, and besides,
we work so well together!
No, I gotta get a real job. I have to get my life together!
Okay, fine, but just to look into it,
she offered us $10,000.
So, I'll be seeing you soon?
Psst!
What are you doing here?
I thought you were headed back to the city.
I was.
But then my mom called me about all this craziness.
Where is she, by the way?
Upstairs with Ms. Briggs.
But even if you were still a cop,
this isn't your jurisdiction.
Oh wow, news sure spread fast about the dynamic duo.
Pretty sure Victoria does her own PR.
So Marlina Briggs hired to look into this?
Apparently she's not a fan of your new detective.
And for the record, as soon as I get a job, I'm outta here.
Oh, hey, you have a contact at the Hamilton Precinct, right?
Do you think you could put in a good word for me?
I'll babysit every time I'm in town!
That's a terrible deal! You're never in town.
I'll see what I can do.
Thank you!
Hey, hello? Murder scene?
Right. So what's the story here?
Come on, you're not actually afraid of
Joe Hardy boy, are you?
No, no, I mean, he is my supervisor
and I have to at least pretend to care about what he thinks.
So, what do we know?
Based on the mess, it looks like someone was
rifling through Marlina's files and was surprised by Danny.
A struggle ensued, and they spilled into
the kitchen and the pool, where Danny was drowned.
Mm. What about that thing?
Yeah...
You'll be shocked to learn the security cameras
were turned off during the incident.
Any eyewitnesses? Suspects?
Only any of Marlina's competitors.
Three months ago, Marlina started throwing around
accusations of corporate espionage.
We didn't find any proof,
but judging by the state of this office,
she might have been onto something.
Hmm.
Maybe.
Why does your face look like that?
What? This is my thinking face.
That's not your thinking face.
That's your "something's off" face.
Fine.
It's just if you're willing to make this much of a mess,
in my opinion, you're not concerned about
people knowing about the break-in.
Okay... Why not take the laptop?
If it's corporate espionage, hack into it later.
Maybe they panicked after the murder and bolted.
Maybe.
Officer Graham?
Look, uh, do yourself a favour and stay out of Harris' way.
I don't know what he was like before he got to Alder Bluffs,
but he is dangerously insecure.
Noted.
Hmm...
What did you find out?
It's good to see you too, Mom.
Geez.
According to Zane, the cops think it's corporate espionage.
And according to you?
I'm not entirely convinced.
Exactly! Think about it:
Marlina is worth over 200 million dollars,
and Danny was murdered mere weeks before their
un-prenupped union became official.
How does someone as successful as Marlina not sign a prenup?
I don't know.
Abs make you do crazy things.
So you think this is about inheritance?
I would bet the profits of my last book on it.
Ballpark those for me?
A while back, Marlina's last man-friend du jour
started floating around the word "marriage,"
and you should have seen how her three awful kids reacted!
Sounds like we should talk to them.
Yeah, let's start with Noelle.
She's the eldest and arguably the most difficult.
You two should get along swimmingly!
I don't understand.
I thought the cops were looking into Marlina's competitors.
They are. But we're not the cops.
We're private investigators, hired by your mother-in-law.
Oh, makes sense.
Hiring a washed-up mystery writer to investigate
does sound like Marlina.
Nice. That's very nice.
So sorry. My husband has a condition.
He's a jackass.
Are you alright, Noelle?
You seem a little on edge.
It's the caffeine.
She's an addict.
Actually, I'm VP Comms for a billion-dollar pharmaceutical
company and my mother's fiancé was killed this morning,
so I've been trying to handle things in her absence.
So, no, everything is not alright.
We're completing clinical trials on a major new drug
and our investors don't really care much
for personal drama, so...
Mm-hm. Where were you this morning
between 9 and 10 am?
What, are you serious?
It's fine, Paul. I was riding.
I keep a horse over at Blackwood Stables.
I saw her leave in her riding gear myself.
Do you ride often?
Every Tuesday and Thursday morning.
It keeps me sane.
Hm.
Look, I appreciate you're doing your job,
but what motive could I possibly have for killing Danny?
You don't want to share your inheritance.
Money can be a great motivator.
Oh!
Take a look around-- we're not exactly slumming it.
I have to take this.
But if the inheritance has anything to do
with Danny's murder, you should talk to my sister, Andrea.
This is Noelle...
Of course my sister would say that.
But I don't want my mother's money.
How's business, Andrea?
Photography slash kombucha, it's a very niche market.
Contrary to my mother's philosophy,
I chose to pursue my passions, not the almighty dollar.
And how did Marlina feel about
you avoiding the family business?
I don't think she was thrilled about it.
But I wasn't thrilled when she shacked up
with a 12-year-old gigolo.
But I try not to dwell.
That's a little bit harsh.
I take it you didn't like young Danny?
He was a hustler.
Always looking for some sucker to fund his stupid
energy drink business venture.
And then, quelle surprise, he's captivated by an older woman
who happens to own a billion-dollar empire.
It is a little on the nose.
My mother was a fool to fall for him.
So no, I wasn't a big fan of Danny's.
And I assume you have an alibi for this morning?
I was preparing for my upcoming photography show:
"From Rich to Roughing It."
So were you alone or ...?
Yeah.
You don't really think I did it.
Why aren't you picking on my brother, Silas?
He had a massive screaming fight on the phone
when he was at my place the other day.
I'm pretty sure he said, "Danny".
What was the fight about?
I don't know.
Maybe Danny finally found his sucker.
It feels like we're done here.
Unless you're gonna finish that kombucha.
Yeah, finish it, Mom. We have time, thank you.
I'm okay.
Drink up! I'll wait.
Num num num!
So, what do we think about Andrea?
Not much of an alibi, huh?
And what about her throwing her own brother under the bus?
Of course, she's not big enough to overpower bodybuilder Danny,
but who's to say she didn't hire someone else to do it?
Feel free to jump in anytime now, honey.
Andrea was right about Danny's business venture.
I found a website for his sugar-free energy drink.
TurboSlam?
Huh... I guess he did have some investors.
Wait, go back-- that's Marlina's son.
"Angel investor" Silas Briggs.
Because at TurboSlam,
we slam you with sugar-free energy!
Every time!
Woo!
TurboSlam!
So you found it. And me.
According to the website,
you made a substantial investment in TurboSlam.
Two hundred and fifty grand.
Wow.
It was supposed to go into R&D,
but all Danny cared about was rushing it to market.
We didn't even have a product yet
and we had more social media accounts than a teenager.
We spoke to your sister, Andrea. She said--
I had an argument with Danny three days ago?
"Massive screaming fight" were her words, but yes.
Look, the narrative that I'm a deadbeat has served
both of my sisters our entire lives.
Noelle's the fancy VP and successor to the throne.
Andrea's the free thinker who chose to blaze her own trail.
And I'm the loser who can't be trusted with the family wealth.
So you didn't, say, squander your mom's handouts
with entitled abandon?
Of course, you're pals with my mom.
I might have spent money a little recklessly
here and there, but I didn't kill anyone.
Out of curiosity, where were you between
9 and 10 am this morning?
Out of curiosity? Mm-hm.
I was fishing, alone, up at Lake Nipissing.
I wanted to clear my head.
No offence, but you don't seem like the kind of guy
who goes fishing to clear his head.
How do you suppose I clear my head?
Jell-O shots, dog fights, mud-wrestling?
Okay.
You know the real irony?
I thought that supporting Danny would put me
in my mom's good graces for a change.
Instead, I just gave my sisters even more ammunition.
What a little snot,
giving us a sob story like that!
I don't know, part of me feels for the guy.
Growing up with a mom who prioritizes her work
above all else couldn't have been easy.
Okay, what are you trying to say?
Nothing.
Just that it's no wonder he's made some
questionable life choices.
People do crazy things to be seen and loved.
Hmm, so true.
What a monster his mother is.
Of course, Silas has lived a life of immeasurable privilege
precisely because of his mother's sacrifices.
Sacrifices she made so that he would want for nothing.
Nothing but his mother.
Speaking of wanting for nothing,
I'm just gonna make you dinner.
Hello?
Hey, Darbs, how's it goin'?
Oh, it's you.
Ouch!
No offence taken.
Sorry, it was an unknown number.
I thought it might be the Hamilton Precinct.
What's up?
You sound like you could use a drink.
If it gets me out of here...
I'll be there in ten.
I'm making paella.
I took a Catalonian cooking class a month ago
and I have been dying to use these guajillo peppers.
Oh, I just made a plan to meet Zane for a drink.
Sorry, I didn't know you were doing a whole thing.
Oh.
Well, that's okay. You have a life.
You should live it.
Great!
Um, but do eat something while you're out.
Yeah, I will.
Yeah, 'cause you're so pale.
I said I would eat something!
Okay.
Go. Have fun!
Okay.
I don't know why I feel guilty.
So she's eating dinner alone? Big whoop!
Do you know how many dinners I had to eat alone
when I was a kid because she was off promoting some book
at a book launch thing?
I--
It's like "Cat's in the Cradle" and all that crap.
I don't have to tell you. You know my mom.
You get it.
Actually, I, uh... gotta get this.
Okay.
You've gotta release some of that resentment, Darby.
It's not healthy.
Honestly, I don't even care anymore.
Okay. Got it, got it.
But it sounds like you do care a lot.
And that's totally fine.
People we love always disappoint.
Yeah, no kidding.
Because our expectations are too high.
The way I see it, you've got two options.
Number one, you can wait for Victoria to magically transform
into someone she's never gonna be,
or, number two,
you can let go of expectations.
Third option?
Eat your empanada.
Okay.
Your turn again.
Hey. Hey!
What?
Nothing.
Oh, come on. You're the world's worst liar.
Is it about the case?
This stuff's confidential, Darbs.
You know I'll be more of a help to you than Detective Harris.
And you saw the crime scene.
Admit it. It was off.
Yeah.
How about a trade?
I'll show you mine, you show me yours.
Disturbing.
But I'm listening.
Okay, get this.
So, Marlina's son, Silas, had an ugly blow-up with the victim
the night before the murder.
And his alibi that morning...?
Yeah?
Fishing alone.
Now you.
Yes, Sarita, I'm working on it right now.
Still at it?
You and I really need to get a life.
So... feeling good about the new pages?
Oh, yeah.
This new story is absolutely riveting, it's...
Terrific.
We'll connect next week. I can't wait to read them.
Bye, love.
I can't wait to read them either.
Oh!
How could you sneak up on a person like that?
Since when is walking through an open door sneaking?!
Anyway, the autopsy just came in.
Apparently, there was no water in Danny's lungs.
He didn't drown.
Well, how did he die?
Cardiac arrest.
But they don't know what caused it,
so they're running additional tests.
Drugs?
Nothing in the tox report.
Huh.
So then what exactly killed Danny?
That is the $10,000 question.
What the hell is this?
It's a case board!
It's what all the pros use.
I'm the pros, Mom.
And no, we don't.
Well, I do.
When I write, I'm a visual thinker.
I need to see all the pieces in front of me.
Okay, well, I need to see...
coffee.
So, I was thinking,
if Danny didn't drown,
perhaps he was placed in the pool
to throw the cops off the trail.
But if there was nothing in the tox report, how did he die?
You can't test for something you don't know to look for.
Okay...
Tox reports are effective,
but a standard panel only tests for about
10 or 15 different drugs.
How many drugs are currently in development at Zanotec
that forensics wouldn't even know to look for?
Wow, keep going.
What if Danny died from a drug that hasn't hit the market yet?
Think about it.
Someone could've stolen a syringe from Zanotec,
snuck up on Danny... Boom!
See, someone else is a visual thinker!
Hm.
Well, how do we find this mystery drug?
We'd have to compare Danny's blood report
to the Zanotec clinical trials.
We should talk to Marlina.
No, no, we are not talking to her.
Why not?
Because she's mourning the loss of her fiancé.
The prime suspects are her children.
What if she finds out that her company's own drug killed him?
No, we are not talking to her
unless we are 100 percent certain.
So then what are we supposed to do?
Start with the easy part.
We get Danny's blood report from the hospital morgue.
That's the hard part, Mom!
We don't have access to the morgue.
What...
is that face?
No, no, no. Absolutely not!
You're not posing as a doctor.
Do you have a better idea?
That's not the point!
This is false impersonation and it's illegal.
Ugh! Look, we are going to a morgue.
Literally no one wants to be there.
You are so uptight.
That's what living in the city does to a person.
Your nervous system is just all out of whack.
You have to see my acupuncturist.
I don't need an acupuncturist!
Fine, suit yourself.
But you have to take your cop cap off
and start thinking like a PI.
Fine.
But if we get arrested, you're covering bail.
No problem, I'm rich.
I don't know why you're so confident right now.
This is a small town.
Anyone could see us. What if we bump into Lucas?
Is that wishful thinking, I hear?
No, it's anxiety.
Oh, no, it's just because you are pushing 30
and the most eligible bachelor in town.
The most eligible bachelor in town?
This isn't a Jane Austen novel, Mom.
And he's not eligible because he's engaged.
That doesn't mean anything.
Stop being so pedantic.
Besides, if he shows up, just cover for me.
How am I supposed to cover?
Uh, use your imagination?
Distract him?
Flirt?
Ugh! Hi, this is reality!
I can't just beguile him with my powers of seduction.
Not with that attitude, you can't.
Besides, I'm not worried.
What are the chances we bump into him?
Darby?
You've gotta be kidding me.
Lucas!
Hey! Hi, how are you?
Good! Is that your mom?
What? No!
Who? What, stop.
Busy day?
Excuse me.
Oh! Uh...
I am a visiting pathologist from Chicago.
I don't know where the hell my ID badge is,
but I am working with cadavers studying the effects of RISRs,
radiation-induced skin reactions,
and their effect on DNA mutations.
The X and the Ys, the chromosomes.
Sorry, I don't really understand.
I'm so sorry. I just... I go on and on.
I... I get overzealous about my research.
But, you know, with radiation therapy so prevalent these days,
and if I could just change one life with my work,
it would be--
My wife is actually going through it right now.
Oh, really? I'm so sorry.
What are you doing here?
Um, I'm here waiting for my mom.
Who isn't here... yet.
She will be because she's researching a new novel.
It's a medical mystery.
How's she doing?
It's a struggle every day.
Is it?
That's why my work is so important.
Right.
It could affect your wife or anyone.
Oh, anything I can help with?
Uh, I don't think so,
because it has to do with... obstetrics.
Mm.
It's a classic who-done-it, huh?
Yeah!
Obstetrics is on the fifth floor.
Right. I'll see you later.
Alright.
Guess I got turned around.
Yeah, it reminds me of that trip we took to Wasaga Beach
where you insisted on navigating.
Hey, those exit signs were invisible to the naked eye!
Sure they were.
Gimme a second, I gotta check on something in the morgue.
Okay. No, no, no, no!
Um... Wait.
How's Lindsay?
I've been meaning to ask.
Great.
She's busy with the wedding prep mostly.
I'll bet.
Exciting!
Yeah. I mean, it's all a bit much...
to be honest.
You know me, it's just...
KISS!
What?
Keep It Simple Stupid.
Nothing extravagant. You're a simple guy.
Thank you.
No, you're right.
Um, as long as she's happy,
the day does seem to be mostly about the bride... right?
Hmm, I dunno.
Isn't it just as much about the groom?
Martinez...
Moore...
Danny Moreau.
Gotcha!
Now I'm starting to feel, you know,
like I'm a guest at my own party.
Have you talked to Lindsay about that?
No, I should, shouldn't I?
Yeah.
Hello.
This is nice.
It's like old times.
Sort of like old times.
I gotta go.
Okay.
But we should, um...
Let's have coffee, or, you know,
somewhere other than a hospital hallway?
Yeah. No, I'd love that, definitely.
Okay. Okay.
Elevators are that way.
Right.
Thank you.
Look for the signs.
Yes.
Not the exit signs.
Right?
You got it?
Whoa, I can't believe that worked!
All it takes is confidence and a few key acronyms.
Works every time.
Huh, alright.
Well, we've got Danny's blood report.
Now we have to evaluate it against all the drugs
Zanotec has in clinical trials.
That could be dozens of drugs!
I know, which is why, and I cannot stress this enough,
we need to talk to Marlina.
I already told you! We're not talking to Marlina.
But... I've got a better idea.
Ugh, take it easy!
Slow down!
Oh, relax, we got here in one piece, didn't we?
I feel like there should be a higher bar than that.
Where are we, anyway?
This is your better idea?
Trust me!
What the hell is this place?
You'll see.
Mom?
Mom...
So, let me get this straight,
you want me to hack into Zanotec's database
and find a drug that matches this random,
unknown substance right here?
Precisely.
Is this for a book?
Um... yes?
I know you well enough to know when you're lying, Victoria.
Hard pass.
We totally understand.
And you know me well enough to know
that I can't turn down a challenge!
So if it's a biometric security system,
I'll need to harvest the unsecured images
with the scanner or find a back door,
which... that may take a little bit more time.
So if you'll excuse me... okay?
Okay. Alright.
Hey, come here!
Do you maybe want to explain this?
Alastair? Yeah!
He's been my consultant for years.
How else do you think I wrote "The Hacker's Handwriting"
or "The Technician's Tirade"?
It's all above board.
Whose board?
Fine, whatever.
But it would have been a hell of a lot cheaper and easier
if we just talked to Marlina.
Even if she is in mourning.
Disagree!
I don't understand.
Wouldn't she want to help us considering she's the one
who hired us in the first place?
I mean, for God's sake, the woman is paying us
ten grand to do this.
She isn't paying us ten grand, is she?
She will... I'm almost sure of it.
Did she even hire us at all?
Well, she didn't protest when I offered our services.
You off... Oh my God.
You offered.
I'm so dumb.
I can't believe I fell for this.
Well, in your defence, I can be quite convincing, so--
Am I a joke to you?
Am I just a little toy that you play with?
No, I-- no! What are you talking about?
What was all of this about, Mom?
Is this just some twisted attempt to keep me
from going back to the city?
You bribe me with ten grand to trap me here?
To alleviate the boredom of your sad, lonely life?
You're unbelievable.
Darby!
It's classic Mom.
Every time I think things could be different, maybe,
she just reverts back to type.
Well, well, well,
still hanging on to expectations, are we?
Surrender, Darby.
Surrender...
Like, she made me go to this shady hacker's warehouse
to try to illegally breach--
Never mind.
Okay...?
I just need to put miles between me and her.
We're too different.
Speaking of which, have you heard from
the Hamilton Precinct contact?
She hasn't called me yet.
She's probably just busy.
Right.
You know, your mother is a lot of things.
A bit of a narcissist... Yeah.
A neat freak, a complete over-sharer.
Definitely.
But she isn't the monster you make her out to be.
She's willing to pay ten grand just to spend time with you.
It's low-key sad, but also kind of sweet.
I'm gonna tell you something,
and I don't want you to take it badly.
Okay...?
You have to promise not to freak out.
I'm scared.
Swear it.
Okay, God! I won't freak out.
Okay.
I think you and Vic are a lot more alike than you think.
Okay, I'm freaking out a little.
I'm serious.
You both are smart, headstrong, and opinionated.
Maybe the problem isn't that you're too different.
It's that you're too--
Do not finish that sentence.
I gotta go.
It's probably for the best.
But, you know, you might want to give your mother a break.
Oh, by the way, I looked into Silas.
Remember, you didn't hear this from me,
but his alibi checks out.
It does?
Morning of the murder, he swiped his credit card
at a gas station 20 klicks from Lake Nipissing.
Huh! Seriously.
Weird. Yeah.
Thanks! Yeah.
Hey, Mom.
Darby.
Listen, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for earlier.
I... I may have overreacted
and said some things that I didn't really mean.
But I've had a really crazy week, as you can imagine.
Or maybe you can't, because you're not a 29-year-old,
grown-ass woman with no job who has to wake up every morning
at her mother's house in a graveyard of broken dreams,
to the sight of a shirtless teen werewolf staring at her.
We can take the poster down.
It's not about the poster.
Is there anything you'd like to say?
I am sorry that this has been so painful for you,
but having you here has been the highlight of my year.
Maybe I shouldn't have strung you along,
but if it's any consolation,
you have terrific investigative instincts.
I got a text from Alastair.
Turns out your theory was bang-on.
Really?
Did he hack into Zanotec's database?
Mm-hm!
And one of the drug profiles seems to match
an unknown substance in Danny's blood.
Something called Troactis.
Well...
Okay, fine, we can talk to Marlina now.
I... I don't understand.
Where did you get these chromatography reports from?
Well, we may have taken a slightly unorthodox approach,
but I assure you we are the only ones who have seen this.
The point is, the unknown substance in Danny's blood
is a perfect match to Troactis.
Someone injected it, but in a much higher quantity
than your clinical trial.
Is it possible that's what killed him?
No. No, absolutely not.
Troactis was developed to treat asthma sufferers of all ages.
It's incredibly safe.
Are you sure?
We were on the verge of submitting our final report
to the Ministry of Health.
The only thing holding us back was the drug's adverse effects
in...
In...?
People with type 1 diabetes.
Danny's was so under control, you'd barely know he had it.
Danny was diabetic?
He had to inject himself daily with insulin.
God knows what effects a massive dose of Troactis
would have done.
What does this mean?
I-I...
I'm s-- I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
Marlina, I...
Someone with type 1 diabetes "under control"
would generally avoid copious amounts of sugar, right?
Of course. Why do you ask?
Come with me.
Do you have any idea how much sugar there is in these things?
Well, a massive amount.
Maybe that's why Danny was developing that TurboSlam drink.
There was one open on the workout bike
the morning of Danny's murder.
If Danny wasn't drinking it, who was?
That is a good question.
Do you think Marlina will let us look at her security footage?
Whoever killed Danny knew he had type 1 diabetes,
and had access to not only Troactis
but to the test results.
Showing the adverse interaction, sure.
But what does this prove?
We already know that the cameras were turned off on Thursday.
I'm not interested in Thursday.
I'm interested in Tuesday.
Okay, what happened on Tuesday?
Check it out.
The camera was also turned off on Tuesday morning,
from 9 am to 10.
And on the Thursday before that.
And the previous Tuesday.
And so on, and so on.
Every Tuesday and Thursday between 9 and 10 am?
Energy drinks are full of sugar,
but they're also chock-full of caffeine.
Know any hopped-up caffeine addicts who keep a suspiciously
similar morning schedule?
Oh, Marlina's daughter, Noelle.
Looks like she was never at the stable.
She was riding a different kind of stallion.
Why... must you?
ibly think that
ibly think that I killed Danny.
This is crazy!
Is it?
You knew he had diabetes and you had access to the studies.
Because I work there.
We checked the logs at Blackwood Stables.
There's no record of you signing in
every Tuesday and Thursday morning for months.
Coincidentally, those are the same times that Danny
turned off the home security cameras.
Now, what could that possibly mean?
Fine. Okay, you're right.
I wasn't at the stables.
I was with Danny.
But I-I swear he was alive when I left.
I mean, why would I kill him?
I don't know, maybe he wanted to call it off.
Maybe he threatened to tell your poor mother
about your torrid affair.
Danny and I were good.
It's easy to feel like you're never enough
with a mother like mine.
But with Danny?
It was just the way he looked at me.
It was like I was the only person in the world.
We called Zanotec.
Your key card was swiped in the research lab at 10:48 pm
the night before Danny's murder.
That's impossible.
That's when you got your hands on the drug that killed him.
No, it isn't,
because I wasn't at the lab on Wednesday night.
I was at the club celebrating my girlfriend's 40th.
I bought a round of drinks.
There's at least a dozen people who can vouch for me.
So, do you believe her?
It's an easy alibi to look into.
Honestly, I just think she's too smart to be
that bad of a liar.
Well, someone swiped that keycard!
Someone sure did...
Oh great, Miss Marple and Nancy Drew.
Are you here to harass my wife some more?
Actually, we'd rather harass you.
You didn't happen to borrow Noelle's company keycard
on Wednesday evening, did you?
No, I didn't. What is this about?
Troactis, the new drug Noelle's company was developing.
You knew all about it and its effects on type 1 diabetics.
What are you talking about?
You also knew that your wife was having an affair with Danny,
so you stole a massive amount of Troactis
and you followed her Thursday morning when she left.
And then you hid outside Danny's,
waiting for Noelle to leave.
And you knew that the security cameras
would be turned off. Or you were too angry to care.
And that's when you went inside,
and when Danny's back was turned you jabbed him with the syringe
you stole from the lab.
And then in order to cover your tracks,
you dragged Danny's body into the pool
and made it look like a break-in.
Are we close here?
No, no, no, no. None of this is true.
Okay, well, how about if we check
the security cameras at Zanotec?
Or if we told Forensics to dust the keycard for prints,
we wouldn't find yours?
Oh, okay.
Wow. Um, I guess I'm going after him?
I'm more of a pilates gal, hon.
Argh!
Ah! Ow...
Okay, hold this.
Call Zane!
Will do.
Oh, don't even think about it!
Hey, Zane. Man down.
Thank you, Antonio, it was so delicious.
So good! Hey, gang.
Hey! Hey!
News report: Paul was taken to hospital.
Ankle sprain.
Well, that will have plenty of time to heal
when Detective Harris charges him with Danny's murder.
Yeah, about that, you two should lay low for a while.
Harris is--
There you are, Miss Spencer!
To what do we owe the honour, Detective Harris?
I just came from the hospital.
Your little antics blew up my investigation
and now the suspect is lawyering up.
Well, then, congratulations!
On what?
Well, that must mean you have ample evidence against him.
Like Noelle's confession that she was having
an affair with Danny, right?
Right.
Yeah, well, that would make Paul the natural suspect.
But without any hard evidence, we can't actually charge him.
Like his prints all over the lab?
Which you already had Officer Graham dust for, I'm sure.
There's a team there now.
DARBY Great call! Mm-hm!
Because obviously, Paul doesn't have clearance
to access Zanotec's lab, only his wife does.
But I'm not telling you anything you don't already know!
Of course.
No, that's, um...
That's good.
Good work, Officer Graham, following my orders.
And if all else fails, you can always check
Zanotec's security cameras on Wednesday night.
I'm sure you'll find them tremendously revealing.
Well, we're already on that!
Mm-hm.
Wow, you move fast!
Mm-hm! Well done!
Ha!
You know, it's funny, though, how quickly you veered away
from the obvious COD.
COD?
Oh yeah, it's cause of death.
No one says COD.
Yes, they do.
People say that.
Okay, wait, you and Officer Graham,
you guys are friends, right?
We know each other.
Hmm, and he didn't happen to feed you
confidential information on, say, well, I don't know,
an autopsy report, now did he?
Absolutely not, Detective. I would never do such a thing.
It would be unethical.
Hmm, wow.
Seems like your talents transcend the written word,
Miss Spencer, and...
I don't think we've actually met yet, have we?
My goodness, how rude of me!
Detective Harris, this is my daughter, Darby Spencer.
Daughter?
Wow, I had you pegged as sisters.
Ugh!
Surrender!
So, dinner later?
Paella?
I'd love that.
The saffron would do wonders for your blood sugar.
My blood sugar thanks you.
You know, honey, I can't stop thinking that solving one case
might be a fluke, but two--
Don't say it.
I'm pretty sure that's what they call "on a roll."
What are these?
Just something to think about.
"The Spencer Sisters Detective Agency"?
When did you have time to get these made?
Oh yeah, and Marlina did end up paying us after all.
You've gotta be kidding me! 20,000?
Seems like I underestimated her gratitude.
But this was a team effort, Mom.
Half of this is yours.
Okay, I'll take it, but...
I'm gonna put my half back into the business.
If there is a business.
Alright. We'll give it a shot.
On a trial basis.
We'll see how it goes.
Okay, we'll see how it goes.