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(mysterious music)
- (with accent): Gather old friends,
foes welcome too. All those with answers,
we are waiting for you.
Let your spirit guide go, and it will find mine.
There it is. Do you feel the spirit's breath?
- Yeah. Something touched my ear.
- Looking for something?
- I'm just curious... about the process.
- No. There's something else.
You doubt all this. That's OK.
I do see you, you know.
- I'm sitting right in front of you.
(thudding) - The spirits don't care
for your cheekiness. - Sorry.
- Focus.
Close your eyes. - My eyes are closed.
- You played an ice sport,
one of your many professions. You live with your father?
- He lives with me. - Good! I was worried.
- And you have a daughter. No... two. No.
One.
I'm pretty good, don't you think?
- Aren't you supposed to tell me what I think?
- A challenge. Fine.
Let's see then.
Oh...
- What? - I see a woman.
Dark eyes. Boy, she has a loud laugh.
- No. Don't know anyone like that.
I should probably go. I... - You and her,
it's complicated. There are
many things unsaid that cannot be said.
You are together, but you are waiting.
Don't wait too long. No one has forever.
Time's almost up.
- Thanks.
♪♪
Here you go. - Keep your eyes skyward.
If the eagles go hunting, you could lose those closest to you.
- I'll keep that in mind.
(indistinct chatter)
- (man 1): Step right up, sir! You could win!
(ride music playing)
- (girl): Woohoo! You did it! (laughing)
- Hey. - Hey.
Man, that crazy psychic didn't know what she was talking about.
- Oh, I couldn't hear anything from behind the curtain.
- Good. - But is she ever running
a scam. I think our client is right. Those fraudulent
credit card charges can probably be traced back to Irina.
- You found a scanner? - Yeah, just like he thought.
It was hidden under the table she asked you to put
your wallet on "to divest you of all your worldly goods."
- It must scan every credit card automatically.
- Yeah, and then it's rip-off city. I called
our client, told her to cancel her cards. Then, I called Zoe
to make sure the picture I took is indeed a scanner.
- Buy you a candy apple on the way out of here?
- Sure.
Hey, what do you think she meant by,
"if the eagle goes hunting, you could lose
those closest to you"? - I thought you couldn't hear
anything back there! - Oh... barely anything.
- Man, I haven't been to a carnival in years.
- Well, then "you should keep your eyes skyward!"
- Yeah, what did all of that even mean?!
- I don't know. But if psychics could really see the future,
would you even wanna know yours? - No, not me.
I'm an in-the-moment kind of a guy. The here and now is
all that matters. Why? Would you wanna know your future?
- I already do know my future.
That ride! We need to go on it. I've never been
on a Ferris wheel before. - Never?
- No. But after I rocked the CN Tower,
heights can suck it. - Alright, let's go.
(tense music)
"Closed for maintenance?"
- Then why is it moving? - I don't know.
(Angie gasps) (screaming)
(rising dramatic music)
- ♪ I see you and you see me ♪
♪ Watch you blowin' the lines when you're makin' a scene ♪
♪ Oh boy, you've got to know ♪
♪ What my head overlooks ♪
♪ The senses will show to my heart ♪
♪ When it's watching for lies ♪
♪ 'Cause you can't escape my ♪
- ♪ Private Eyes They're watching you ♪
♪ Private Eyes, they're watching you ♪
♪ Watching you, watching you, watching you ♪
- (woman 1): Did you see what happened?!
(indistinct chatter)
(Matt sighs)
- Alright guys, give us some room. The ambulance is
on its way. - What they're going to need
is a body bag. Coverall says he works here.
Do you see this?
(tense music)
- What is that? - RUFUS! NO!
NO!
- You can't touch the body! - He's my husband!
(woman cries) Baby... it's Crystal.
Please, don't leave us.
- (softly): I'm so sorry.
Come on.
(Crystal whimpers)
I'll stay with her.
- (man 2): Whoa! Hey! (indistinct speaking)
(Crystal cries) - Hey!
What are you doing?
(dramatic music)
- (woman 2): Hey, watch it! (indistinct speaking)
(grunting) - Wait!
(siren blares) - Can you
describe the panda?
- About yay tall, bow on her head?
- OK. Yeah, from what I've gleaned,
that would be Poppy.
- She was patting down the body.
- You're not actually accusing a beloved mascot
of robbing a corpse, are you?
- Pandas are mysterious creature.
- Well, Rufus worked maintenance
for the carnival for five years. People loved him.
Poppy probably just found out
that he fell to his death
and reacted like any other bear would.
- What about the green flecks in Rufus's head wound?
Did you see those? - Yeah, and there are green
spokes on The Celestial Star. I've got this.
Don't you guys have, um, you know,
a lead on your credit card scammer to follow up with?
- The psychic? She's definitely dodgy, but you're not seriously
gonna rule this as an accident? - It's looking that way.
I mean, the maintenance sign was up and The Celestial Star was
Rufus's domain. - But it was moving. It would've
been activated from the ground. - Unless there was
a mechanical error and the ride started on its own.
- You, ma'am, are given to fanciful fabrications
based on nary a fact!
- Uh, who are you?
- Jasper Dazzle, proprietor and entertainer.
The Extravaganza's safety standards are unyielding!
The Celestial Star was inspected
every day at the break of dawn!
- What about this maintenance? - Unscheduled!
- There must have been a reason for it.
- If I'm to be honest, and I'm always honest,
Rufus... partook
of the muggles.
The mooter.
The blue sage.
- Ah. Cannabis.
- He said it made the lights burn brighter.
- Well, tomorrow is the last night for the carnival.
Maybe he decided to spark up and take a joyride.
- I guess a tox screen will reveal all. Right, Danica?
- Yeah, we'll see. Is there somewhere we could
speak privately? I need to get a bit more information from you.
- My office offers a cozy environment.
Right this way.
- Hey, Jasper? How many people wear Poppy's costume?
- One and only one have that privilege!
- And who would that be?
- Why... Crystal, of course.
Poor Rufus's widow.
(dramatic music)
Poor Rufus's widow. - (Matt): Someone used the costume as a disguise
so they could search Rufus. Do you have any idea
what they might have been looking for?
- No. We're like a family here. Eight months out of the year,
we travel together. Sure, the food vendors
and salespeople are locals,
but us here on staff, we only have each other.
What am I gonna do?
The carnival pulls up tomorrow night.
- Um, Crystal, it...
it looks like Rufus's death will be ruled accidental.
- No! His wedding ring!
- He was wearing it, wasn't he? - Exactly.
He never wears it when he works on a ride.
Tools get caught, fingers rip off.
- He might've forgotten. - No.
- We also heard that he liked to smoke up.
- Who said that?
We used to get high sometimes. I had trouble sleeping.
but we both quit 3 months, 10 days and 6 hours ago.
- That's oddly accurate.
- You're pregnant.
(soft music)
Congratulations.
Is the teddy bear for the baby?
- Yeah. Rufus brought it home a couple days ago.
His first gift for the little one...
who will never get to see its daddy.
Rufus wasn't doing maintenance, and he wasn't high.
You're PIs.
Please help me find out what really happened to my husband.
- We'll do everything we can.
(tense music)
- Mr. and Mrs. O'Keefe!
It is my great honour and greatest pleasure
to be present
for the dinner for which you have invited me.
Stupid words in my stupid mouth.
- What's with the stupid ham? - Ah! Nora.
You scared me.
Crap-sticks. I was supposed to call you.
Angie can't do drinks tonight.
Sorry. It's a case.
It sort of fell into their laps. - No problem.
Actually, I'm quite relieved. But really,
what's with the ham? - Oh.
It's for... him.
I know it's not December yet, but...
- He's very festive.
- I'm meeting his parents tonight for the first time ever.
I did some internet-ing on them, and they are super fancy.
So I need the perfect hostess gift
and I was doing some reading that sometimes comfort food...
Why were you relieved? I said
Angie wasn't here and you said you were relieved.
- I'm going to Italy.
- Oh, Favolosa!
The country of romance and love and...
you're going with a boy.
- Rory. - A bad boy.
Angie said that you guys stopped dating months ago.
- Yeah, well-- - That's just what you told her.
- Rory is going to study with Dario Cecchini.
- The famous butcher of Panzano? - Yes!
- Carne! You know, I don't cook much,
but I watch a lot of Top Chef. - Well, he asked me to go
with him and I can't pass up
an exciting adventure like that.
We're leaving tomorrow night.
Anyway, I don't know how to tell Angie.
So...
I wrote her a letter.
- OK.
"Dear Angie,
"I know you're going to hate this,
"but when I said I wasn't dating Rory,
"I was. And now he's asked me
"to go to Italy, so that's what I'm doing.
"I'll bring you back some oil.
Italians really know their oil."
"Italians really know their oil?" - Yeah.
Oh, this coming
from someone who is lugging a giant ham around
when maybe a nice bouquet of flowers would suffice?
- OK. Point taken.
Do you still want that drink? - Have you met me?
- This place creeps me out at night.
Anyhow, say that Rufus was doing maintenance.
The Ferris wheel started by itself
because of a mechanical error, and he fell.
Where are his tools?
- There are none. Good point.
Let's check around back. (clicking)
(tense music)
- A butt.
- But what? - No, a butt! A roach! A joint
with stars. You'd think the cops would've seen that.
- Well, they weren't treating it like a crime scene.
- Well, maybe Jasper was right. Rufus got a little high,
went for a ride and fell. - It makes sense.
Wedding ring on, no tools.
- Yeah, but the solidarity! They stopped drinking
and smoking up when they found out they were preggers.
- At least, that's what Rufus told Crystal.
Hey. Look at this.
- (Angie): One set of treads is deeper than the other.
- Looks like something heavy was carted away
from the Ferris wheel. - Maybe his tools?
Unless...
Unless something heavy was carted to the Ferris wheel.
♪♪
This must be Rufus's maintenance shed.
- Yeah.
- That's a lot of blood. - Danica's gonna want
a sample of that. - This place is
so tidy. Each tool has its own little spot.
- Your garage would be so jealous.
Have you seen your garage lately?
- Why would someone paint their tools?
- Oh, my dad does that too. These puppies are expensive.
Sometimes they get borrowed, then lost.
- That green looks like the same colour as the flecks
in Rufus's head wound. - Yeah.
- And there's one tool missing. - Rufus got his head bashed in
with his own wrench. - This was no accident.
Rufus was murdered.
(ride music playing) (indistinct chatter)
Hey. Any news on the murder weapon?
- Not yet. I have uniforms scouring the carnival,
looking for a wrench with a painted handle.
The lab did confirm, though,
that the flecks in Rufus's head wound are a match
to the paint on his tools. (phone ringing)
Oh, one second. Detective Powers.
Yeah. Mm-hmm. OK. One sec.
We tested Rufus's hair for THC.
There's nothing in his system
for at least 90 days. Yeah.
They need me at the other end of the carnival. If you find
out anything, let me know? OK.
- Crystal found out she was pregnant 98 days ago.
This proves Rufus was clean.
- And that Jasper Dazzle is lying.
Well, Poppy is empty-headed.
Literally. - What did we expect to find?
- Whoa! Looks like gold confetti.
- Yeah.
(drawer opens) Wow.
Check this out.
Same rolling papers with blue stars.
- Pilferers! What do you sneak- thieves think you're doing?
- Just waiting in the office of a man who lied to us.
- Either you planted evidence to slander Rufus's name
or you killed him yourself. Which is it?
- I panicked.
If Rufus's death was ruled
a mechanical malfunction, insurance would be a nightmare.
- The carnival could close down. - But what about Poppy?
If Crystal wasn't wearing her,
then who was? - Are you suggesting it was
my arthritic body in that suit?
(chuckles) I found her
tossed haphazard in the copse of trees by the bumper cars.
Oh, what's the point?
Rufus is dead!
He may have been young, but he was a true gentleman.
- He couldn't have gotten along with everybody.
- Well, the children have their... quibbles
from time to time. He and Minerva had
a spat, but she'll never tell you the cause.
You're not carnies.
- No...
not unless you hire us.
- (man 3): Place your bets, place your bets.
(indistinct chatter) - (woman 3): Yes! Woohoo!
- Minerva, we've got to keep quiet.
- Travis, sometimes you're dumber than dirt.
- Whoa. (whistles)
- Red 17, black wins! - Hey! I'm new.
I'm taking over for Rufus. Sorry to hear what happened
to him. - I gotta jet.
- Oh! Your garbage!
I'm Amy. - Minerva.
- I thought I saw on the schedule
that you operate the roller coaster.
- Uh, yeah. Well, I used to, 'til someone yammered
about a few... liberties I took
with the height restriction. Got me relocated.
- Oh. Is that someone Rufus?
Oh, people talk, you know. Sucks that he squealed
on one of his own. - Yeah. He started acting like
he deserved a better life than the rest of us.
- That must've pissed you off somethin' good.
- I mean, he's allowed to dream big like everyone else, right?
- What kind of dreams are we talking about?
- The basics: good job,
happy family. But mostly,
the guy wouldn't shut up about wanting to own a house.
- A new house. - Yeah.
- Well, that sounds nice. - Mm-hmm.
- I'll see you around. - OK. No more bets!
21! - Hey, Shade?
Rufus was house-hunting.
If you see someone selling real estate, chat them up.
- Popcorn! Get your popcorn! - Candy apples!
Get your candy apples here! Candy apples!
Get your candy apples here! Candy apples here!
You interested in a candy apple, sir?
- Tell you what. I'll buy your candy
if you take a look at my floorplans.
- What do you got? - A beautiful two-bedroom condo,
in-floor heating, bare minimum down payment.
Now, are you married? 'Cause the ladies love
a whirlpool bath. Happy wife, happy life, am I right?
- I'm still paying off my first place and my first wife!
(laughing) - Earl Baer,
Earl Baer Real Estate. - Lou Parks, how you doing?
- Well, nice to meet you! Here. Take one of these.
- Thanks. - I got boatloads.
Really thought I would sell
the hell out of my housing development but, uh...
people around here, they don't want real estate. They want
the world's biggest burger
with a side of mini doughnuts.
- Bet that guy dying last night didn't help either, did it?
- You said it, friend. The crowds have thinned since then.
- Mm. I heard he was lookin' for a house.
- Yeah. He desperately wanted his dream home.
- Did you find him one? - Yeah. I hooked him up with a
sweet little starter unit. It's the only thing he could afford
with 10 grand down payment. - I bet his wife was happy.
- I don't think she knew. Yeah, he asked me
to keep it on the quiet side. - Why is that?
- People around here, they're tight, you know?
It's like it's frowned upon when someone leaves.
- Do you think, uh...
he was killed by someone he worked with?
- I don't know. This business attracts
a certain type of person. Look, my advice to you:
watch your back, Lou. - Thanks.
Hey, have one on the house. - Oh!
Thank you very much. Cheers, man.
- Candy apples! Get your candy apples here!
- Send list of carnival workers
and their schedules.
No problemo, Angie. - [Great. Thanks.]
Is there anything new at the office I should know about?
- Anything new?
[No, no, no. Nothing new at all.]
Everything here is old.
- Zoe? Why do you sound so weird?
- I don't sound weird. You sound weird.
- Hello? - (woman 4): One more try!
Six or four, win a prize!
- Did I miss Angie again? Shoot.
Well, I guess I won't talk to her before I leave.
- You know, there is an invention called a phone.
You may remember it from a few seconds ago.
- No, no, no. Her head's in her work. How is
Operation O'Keefe going? - You were right about the flowers.
Lachlan's mom loves them, especially yellow ones.
- Great! - No, that's not great.
Yellow carnations signify disappointment
and yellow roses signify anti-romantic relationships
and yellow tansies are a declaration of war.
- And when are you meeting them, 1863?
- I just don't wanna send the wrong message.
- Zoe?! Zoe, please be here!
- Hey, Jules! It's Nora.
- Hey, hey. I'm here. You look flustered. What's up?
- My boyfriend is useless. - Ah, you're learning about men.
- Hey, this man's been pretty useful.
- There's a fundraiser tonight for the teen advice line,
and all the university patrons will be there,
and I have to look amazing. And Grandpa, I'm sorry,
but you and Liam say I look good in everything.
(laughs) - Which you do,
oh queen of alabaster skin!
- But not to fear, you have two women
of impeccable taste. - My saviours.
- So, you need anything more from me?
- Don't you have like, your curling finals tonight
or something? - Yeah.
OK, I'll get out of your hair. But sweetie,
it's important that you understand
just how beautiful you are. You don't need some fancy dress--
- Oh, my God, he's doing it again.
- It's not about looks, Don. It's about confidence.
- Confidence. - Don't worry. We got this.
And you can go hurry hard! - Alright. Listen, sweetie,
have a great time. - Thank you.
- Liam will be back to pick you up later.
Bye, Nora! Bye, Zoe! - (Nora and Zoe): Bye!
- And... while we pick out the perfect outfit,
you can help Nora write her runaway letter.
- Oh, yes! - And me pick out the perfect
flowers to give to Lachlan's mom!
- I say go with the yellow tansies.
- What are we doing, declaring war? - Thank you!
- So what's this I hear about a runaway letter?
- Oh, Nora's going to Italy with Rory and Angie does not approve.
- I just need to find the perfect words.
- It doesn't need to be perfect, just heartfelt.
You know, underneath her sassy shell, Angie has a squishy
centre just like everyone else. - Really?
- Yeah. So why do you think she doesn't approve of Rory?
- Angie's just being Angie.
She's overly protective. - OK.
So maybe something like, dear Angie, I know you're
protective of me and I love that about you,
but I've made an exciting decision and I hope you can
get excited too. - That's perfect!
Write it down, please! - No! I'm not de Bergerac-ing
this for you. Just write what's in your heart.
- Holy cow. - OK. Come.
(tense music)
(beep) - Hey.
[I was looking at the list of carnival workers]
[and their schedules, and then I started looking]
[into newspaper articles with the same dates and locations.]
I found a pattern. - What's the pattern?
- Every town that Jasper's Extravaganza visited
this summer reported at least one break and enter.
- So someone from the carnival is robbing houses?
Thanks, Zoe. I'm gonna hang up now.
- I'm calling Danica. (ringing)
- Powers here. - [Hey, Danica.]
- Oh, hey! I was just about to call you guys.
We ran Rufus's fingerprints and got a match.
A couple of weeks ago, there were two robberies
[reported in Mimico.]
- That's the last town visited by the carnival.
- And Rufus's fingerprints were found at both.
- Meaning our murder victim was a thief.
- (Angie): Seems like Rufus had
quite the side hustle, robbing people's homes
while they were at the carnival. - No, it can't be.
Rufus had our perfect future planned out for years.
Why would he ruin that? - Perfect futures cost money.
- Earl Baer told us Rufus made a down payment
on a house: 10 grand.
- No, we don't have that kind of money.
This is my fault.
I told Rufus that I wanted our kid to grow up in a real house.
He probably thought I meant now.
- I saw confetti on Travis's shoe.
It's the same kind we found in Poppy's head.
If Travis was wearing Poppy, what could he have
been looking for? - No, Travis did not
murder Rufus! We're family.
- Sometimes families keep secrets.
I don't think Poppy was done searching Rufus's pockets.
Did the police send over his personal effects?
- Yeah, right over there.
I can't bear to open it myself.
(tense music)
That's the key to our trailer.
(door opens)
(key clanking in lock)
- It might be the key to a trailer. Not this one.
- Something tells me that key is what Poppy was after.
- Why would Rufus have a key to another trailer?
- That's what we're gonna find out.
(laughing) (excited shouting)
- "We're family" seems to be Crystal's excuse
for exonerating everyone.
- Sometimes chosen family is
the strongest family of all.
- Yeah, but what happens when two of that chosen family
get married, have a baby and then
make their own family? Maybe Travis was jealous
of their relationship? - Or... maybe Travis found out
about the robberies and threatened to call the cops.
- So they fight, Rufus dies and then...
Travis carts him to the Ferris wheel to make it look
like an accident? - Yeah, I don't know.
But the answer is in this key.
(suspenseful music)
(lock turns)
- There's something weird about this loot. They have
a waffle iron worth nothing next to a 1958 Les Paul.
- How do you know that's a 1958 Les Paul?
- Online shopping, my friend.
I've put many a collector's item in my virtual shopping cart.
- How do you pay for it all? - Oh, I don't press pay.
I just close the screen,
go to sleep with sweet musical dreams.
- This is a lot of loot for one man in two days.
- Maybe he had a partner. - Two-man job, huh?
- Or... two men and a psychic.
I've seen that pattern before.
(ride music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
- Hey, look. - That's Travis,
the guy with the gold confetti on his shoe.
- He's got an earpiece. Is Irina's scam bigger than we thought?
- That's Minerva. I heard those two arguing.
Minerva and Travis are in on it.
Rufus too. Did we just uncover a crime ring?
- Let's find out. I'll follow Travis.
- I'm gonna get my fortune read.
(tense music)
- You're practically a ghost.
- Oh! I'm new. Maintenance.
Jasper said you had a leaky pipe.
- In my tent? Yeah, like that measures up.
You want a reading. Sit.
Place all personal items on the table.
You must divest yourself of anything
that could cloud my senses
and prevent the spirits from speaking.
- Woman seeks chatty spirits.
Gotcha.
- Close your eyes. Empty your mind.
Whoa! You have a lot of people in your life!
They come and they go. It's a revolving door.
You date, but you're not looking
for someone special. - Well, if someone came along...
- He did. He's with you every day.
- Not every day! - Oh, yes,
in your head every day! You know him, then.
- Uh, no. No. Uh, not in my head.
Not that I can see. - Of course not!
You're not the psychic! (snorts)
Sorry. Industry joke.
This man cares deeply for you,
but he hides it well.
Too well. You want his name?
- (loudly): Oh God, no! (softly): No, thanks.
- OK.
Someone is thinking about you right now.
- He is? - No, not him.
I switch gears. You are
not ready to talk about him yet.
Someone whose name begins with an N.
You're not close,
but closer than two people can be.
- Uh, no one comes to mind.
- She wants to tell you something but is afraid
you'll be angry. Also, she drank all your wine
last night. - Mom?
- I see Europe. I see a bloody apron.
- Oh, I always knew she'd end up in a foreign prison one day.
- Sh! You're jumping to conclusions. She hates that.
Close your eyes. Concentrate.
Mm...
- (woman 5): Hotdogs!
Come and get your hotdogs here! - (boy): Come on!
Let's go again! Come on! - (woman 6): Woohoo!
(tense music)
You guys, come over here!
- (boy): You did it!
- (man 4): Win a prize for the pretty lady!
- (man 5): Hey, kids! Hey, kids!
(laughing)
- (Angie): What do you see?
- Shh! Someone you love is in danger.
- My mother? - One who lives in the shadow.
- Shadow? Shade! - Shh!
- For real?! - For real, shh!
The spirits are sending you here.
(spooky music)
(roars and laughs evilly)
- AH!
Do you know who sent me here? - Who?
- Irina. - Why?
Do you feel that?
(Angie grunts)
(suspenseful music)
- Loved you on The Walking Dead. - We know you don't work here.
You're undercover PIs, aren't you?
- What?! No! I'm a vampire. She's a werewolf.
- I'm the werewolf? Jeez. You howl at the moon once...
- Hey! This isn't a joke. - You're right. It's not funny,
using a carnival to target innocent civilians
so you can rob their houses. - Dude, they know.
- Yeah. We know. But we'll make you a deal. You help us,
we won't go to the cops. - Why should we help you? - Because we're
trying to find Rufus's killer. - Or killers.
- Whoa. We didn't kill Rufus. - Rufus is family.
- And yet, you're boldly continuing the exact same scam.
- Somebody's gotta pay for his funeral.
- Does Crystal know about this? - How do you know about Crystal?
- She's the one who hired us. - So if you help us,
you're actually helping her out as well.
- Alright, fine.
Look. Rufus needed a couple grand,
so we pooled together what we could loan him
and we still came up short of the 10 000 he needed.
- So you figured that robbing houses was the way to go?
- We were just piggy-backing off of an existing scam.
- With Irina. - How did you...
Yeah. Irina identifies the rich marks.
I download the credit card information
and get their addresses. - From the hidden scanner.
- You keep an eye on them
while Rufus robs their houses. - And then if the target leaves
the carnival, you alert Rufus and he abandons ship.
- Look, Rufus needed our help.
We figured robbing a bunch of rich people wasn't
so bad. They all have insurance.
- We took from people with money to help Rufus, who had nothing.
- So basically, you're Robin Hood. - Yeah! Robin Hood.
Let's go with that. - So when you heard
Rufus was dead, one of you had dressed up
like Poppy to get the key to your trailer full of loot?
- No. Why would we steal his key? We both have our own.
- Maybe you wanted to make sure that no one,
like the police, ever found the stolen goods.
- Or maybe you were protecting Irina.
- The thing is... your friend got killed. Help us out.
Just let us report the stolen goods. It might be
the only clue that we have. - No. No way.
- Crystal is pregnant. You know that? - Yeah.
- Rufus's child will never know him, but it at least
deserves the right to know why and how he died.
- You say Rufus is family.
This is your chance to prove it.
(siren blares) (indistinct speaking)
- All of those items have been cross-referenced and matched
to two separate robberies, except for these.
- The serial numbers on both the espresso machine
and the guitar were registered to one name.
- Earl Baer.
- He'll find you a house that's just right.
- But Earl sold Rufus a house.
It doesn't make sense that he would kill his own client.
- Unless that client robbed him? - That doesn't make any sense either.
- No. And why didn't Earl just report the robbery?
- Maybe he was scared? - Yeah, maybe he witnessed
the murder. - Which brings us back
to our thieves which means time to give them up.
- We'll make you a deal. - It's not really a game show.
- We'll give you the name of the ringleader.
- Sometimes I strongly dislike you both. OK, what's
the name of the ringleader? - Irina.
She's been running a con. - The psychic?
OK. Well, I need to get a couple of warrants,
so just don't make any moves without me, OK?
- Of course not.
(indistinct chatter)
- (man 6): Hey, Sarge, come over here!
- A warrant could take hours. - Hours we don't have.
- Someone needs to talk to Crystal about Irina.
- And someone should probably go see Earl,
talk about the real estate deal he did for Rufus.
- Meet you back here in an hour. - Yup.
talk about the real estate deal I know that you worry about me,,
but you've spent enough years doing it.
It's time for this mom to grow up.
And you need to let me do it, especially when there are
Italian care packages in your future.
Love you, Mom.
Well? What do you think?
- I-- - It's a perfect letter, Nora.
(Jules giggles) - Oh, damn!
Oh, I wish your dad was here.
He would just cry so hard.
- Oh, please. Dad does not cry. - Oh, no.
They cry, sweetie. It just takes something big like this.
- Speaking of big, Zoe?
- OK. Drumroll, please!
A handmade paper flower bouquet! - Oh!
That's lovely! - I'm not sure about this.
- Hey, what does Angie always tell you?
- Embrace my inner Zoe.
- And Lachlan adores you. - So his parents will too?
OK, I get it. - And who the hell
cares what they think anyways? There is so much power
in not giving a crap.
(car horn honking) - That's Liam. You guys,
thank you so much. Nora...
mangia bene, ridi spesso, ama molto.
- OK. You too. (Jules laughs)
Zoe.
- You look great. - Thank you.
- Here you go. - Bye.
- Bye! - You look gorgeous, princess!
- Thank you! (Zoe sighs)
- OK, gotta go. You will
give this to my girl? - You bet. You know what?
Let me drop you off at the airport. Lachlan's parents live
nearby in Woodland Hills. - Woodland Hills?!
OK, forget everything I said. Tell his parents
exactly what they wanna hear and give or take 30 years,
you will get a ginormous inheritance. Trust me.
(indistinct shouting)
- I know everyone here's family, but one of them hurt Rufus.
- Irina's a true friend.
She knew that Rufus and I were pregnant even before we did.
- She's a con artist.
- If Minerva, Travis and Irina were really robbing people,
I still believe that they were doing it for a good reason.
- OK. So maybe this has to do with something they stole.
When did Rufus
give you Teddy? - Three days ago.
- That's around the time Earl's house was robbed.
- Earl has them in his booth. I figured
that's where Rufus got it.
- It's heavy. - Yeah.
He's got beads in his butt. He can sit up by himself.
- No. There's something else.
(dramatic sound indication)
Someone turned Teddy into a Teddy-cam.
- Was Rufus spying on me?
- I don't know. We have to find out.
(tense music)
- Earl?
Hello?
- That's Earl's 1958 Les Paul.
This must be his house.
(Crystal gasps) - Stop, that's Rufus!
- You said I had two months
to get the next installment together.
- According to this contract, you owe me $10 000 by tomorrow.
- You changed the installment deadlines.
- What can I tell you, Rufus? You signed it.
- I can't get the money by tomorrow!
- Then as per the contract, you lose the first installment.
- No, that... that's all the money
we have. I'm not the first person you've scammed,
am I? - Look, things are tough
out there. I have a lifestyle to keep up to.
Sometimes you have to colour outside the lines.
- Yeah. - Do you want me to tear this up
now or-- - Don't you dare!
I have 'til tomorrow, and I will come up with something.
- Good for you. - Yeah.
(tense music)
- Rufus couldn't get the money,
so he came up with something else.
- Yeah, he robbed Earl's place. I guess that's where
the teddy cam came from. - But then he realized he had
something more valuable than a guitar: an incriminating video.
- Do you think Earl came looking for it?
- I do. And when Rufus didn't tell him where it was,
Earl killed your husband.
And now Shade's in his house.
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(phone buzzing)
- Hey, Ange. - Shade!
Get out of there. Earl killed Rufus.
- Are you sure?
- Besides the gold confetti, everything else fits.
- Hang on.
(dramatic sound indication)
That was Earl too. (distant thud)
- [Shade?]
- (softly): Earl's in the house. Call Danica.
(beep)
(distant thud)
(rising dramatic music)
- No, we're fine. Just get everything you can
down to Earl Baer's house. And Danica... hurry. It's Shade.
(beep) Are you gonna be OK here alone?
- Yeah. - The cops are on their way
to Earl's and I need to show them this video right away.
- OK, go. (key clanking in lock)
- (whispers): Who else has a key to your trailer?
- (whispers): Just Rufus and me. But Rufus's went missing.
- (whispers): Because whoever was wearing Poppy took it
by mistake.
(distant thudding)
♪♪
- "If eagles go hunting..." He's got a gun.
♪♪
- You know this place better than me. Where do we go?
- The carnival packs up tomorrow.
- Meaning? - Big rig trucks. The keys are
always inside. - OK.
- Oh!
(sinister sound indication) Damn it!
- One, two, go. (loud clattering)
Come on! - (Earl): HEY!
STOP! - This way! Go!
(ominous music)
- Is this the funhouse?
(audible voltage increase) - (Earl): Ladies!
There's only one way in, and it's the same way out.
So give me the camera, and I'll let you go.
- Says the man with the gun.
- You watch it?
The video. - We saw enough
to know that you're talking home buyers into paying installments
they'll never get back. - Well, where there's a crowd
of people, there's always a couple of suckers.
- How did you know that it was Rufus that robbed you?
- Security cameras! - So you tracked him
back to the carnival and then you killed him?!
- He threatened me! - LIAR!
(shushing) (whimpering)
- He said he'd show the cops the footage if I didn't
pay the rest of his down payment myself.
- (Angie): That sounds like a pretty fair deal to me.
- You didn't have to kill him! - Things got heated. I threw
a punch, he threw one harder. - So you grabbed
a wrench and you hit him? - Only once!
I didn't mean to kill him.
But he went down, he wouldn't move.
- So you took the key, and then you dragged him
to The Celestial Star. Only problem is
you took the wrong key.
- And then you tried to get it back wearing Poppy's costume.
- I NEED THAT CAMERA! - Give it up, Earl.
Better to go to jail for one murder than for three.
- Four.
- I CAN'T GO TO JAIL!
How long do you think someone like me would last in there?!
(soft shushing)
(gasping) - (softly): Hey. Sorry I'm late.
- No, you're just in time. We need to get Crystal out of here.
- I know the way. Do you got a bead on Earl's position?
- Not yet. Hey, Earl! The cops are on their way.
You'll never get out of this. - GIVE ME THE CAMERA!
GIVE ME THE DAMN CAMERA!
- Never gonna happen!
- (whispers): I think he's far enough.
- I'm right behind you. - OK.
(suspenseful music)
(Crystal whimpers) - Please. I can't lose
my husband and my baby. (soft shushing)
(grunting)
- (Crystal): NO! Come on!
(Crystal cries)
Come on!
- (Shade): Call 911. Ange!
Angie, stay with me!
Ange!
(rising dramatic music)
(tense music)
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