02x12 - Getaway With m*rder

[bunniefuu]

Lights. Got it. Locks. Check!

Alarm... Wait, we have an alarm system?

[Kidding!]

It'll be armed and activated
before I leave today, boss.

- Promise.
- [We're lucky to have you.]

Are you sure you'll be OK?
We can turn around.

Are you kidding?
You get a free weekend

at a swank country resort
and spa, you take it.

It's only because we're doing a favour
for one of Shade's hockey buddies.

- Still counts.
- [Oh! That reminds me, ]

I got you something.
Um, a little escape

of your own. Check the
top drawer of your desk.

♪♪♪

"Save yourself

and the world, at Midnight Meltdown."

Huh! Thank you! What is it?

- (STATIC)
- Hello?

- No cell service.
- It's spotty up here.

Plus... there's a storm coming.

Now, about this infidelity case...

It shouldn't take
more than a few hours.

Good. Because I have
big plans for us.

Oh, really? You've been
holding out on me, Dr. Graham.

First, we'll start with a
full-body aromatic rain scrub,

followed by brunch in Preston Hall's

famous dining room, and then,
hot toddies under the stars.

You had me at
"aromatic rain scrub".

♪♪♪

This place is beautiful.
I can't believe you know

- the owner.
- Know him? Mark's like family.

You know, I don't even care that it's a
weird work-weekend double-date thing,

it's totally worth it.
Ah! There they are!

- Glad you guys made it!
- Shadow!

- You mutt!
- Ah!

Buddy! It's been way too long.

Guys, this is Mark. the best
winger I ever played with.

- You got that right.
- It's Mel and Ken, and this

- is my partner...
- You must be Angie.

Oh! He he!

Thank you guys for coming
to help with my situation.

- I know it's not ideal
- Mark!

- Speaking of which...
- We need to talk

- about this month's billing.
- Honey, you remember

Matt Shade, from my hockey days?

- You guys met at our wedding.
- William.

Enjoy Preston Hall. I made
some changes to the menu.

- Tell Petra.
- (PIANO MUSIC IN BACKGROUND)

I'll... help you
get checked in.

Thank you!

I remember him being more charming.

He was.

Then, the seven year
itch became a rash.

Now it's all secret phone calls
and extended business trips.

Maybe there's
an honest explanation.

Well, he hasn't given me one
yet. But look at me,

already with the shop talk.
For now, you're guests!

Relax, do some howling, decompress.

- We'll talk in the morning.
- OK.

Uh, do some howling?

Oh, didn't I tell you?
Preston Hall is famous

for its midnight wolf howl on
the terrace. You'll love it.

- Can't wait.
- (LITTLE CHUCKLE)

- ♪♪♪
- (CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Lemme get this straight,
so we... yell out,

And maybe the wolves howl back, or not.

- And this is a thing?
- Yeah, it's a thing.

- (CHUCKLING): OK!
- Oh, here we go.

Alright, everybody!
Welcome to the Preston Howl.

My name is Wade. Let's stretch

our lungs and let the
pack know we're here.

On three. One, two...

(HOWLING)

(WOLVES HOWLING BACK)

Oh! Too bad
we're missing that!

(CHUCKLING): What are
we doing here, Ken?

I wanted to talk
to you about something.

(THUNDER IN THE BACKGROUND)

Wow! That storm's
really picking up.

It's a good thing we got here tonight.

- ♪♪♪
- Oh my god.

So, there's a Mercy Ship
leaving for Africa in two weeks.

They asked me to go...

I said no.

(NERVOUS LAUGHTER)

Is this really happening?

Angie Everett...

will you marry me?

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪♪♪

What's going on?

You heard it too?

Oh my God! It's William.

Looks like our
infidelity case just got

- a lot more complicated.
- Yeah.

♪ 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 ♪

- (THUNDER)
- OK, well, uh...

Yeah, he's... he's definitely...
He's dead.

Yes, he's really, um...

I'm sorry... (VOMITING)

(COUGHING)

Oh... I'm sorry about that.

- Excuse me?
- Yeah?

Is there anyone else coming, Deputy...?

Uh, Conroy.
Eddie Conroy. No...

No, not at the moment unfortunately.

All the roads are closed,
there's a major pile-up

on the seven, so, um... (SNIVELING)

I'm, uh, I'm here all alone!

- Which is great...
- Maybe we can help you.

I'm Angie Everett, this
is my partner Matt Shade.

- We're private investigators.
- Wow, really?

Uh, great! What brings
you to Preston Hall?

We're just on vacation,
a weekend getaway.

Yeah. This is
my boyfriend, uh, Ken,

he's an ER doctor. And Mel.
She's a prosecutor.

Wow! You got like a...

a Dream Team, here. That's great!

Uh, so, um...

just, what would you do first...

in this sort of scenario?

Um...

you might want to
secure the crime scene.

- Make sure nobody leaves.
- Right. OH! That's... OK. Great,

Um... ladies and gentlemen?
Right, yeah. Right here, please.

Um... so, there's a m*rder*r

- among us. No one can leave.
- (GASPING AND CHATTERING)

Definitely don't...

- leave.
- (THUNDER)

What do you think, how was that?

You might want to check
the crime scene

for physical evidence.

- OK! Right.
- (WOLVES HOWLING OUTSIDE)

(HESITANTLY): Do you want us
to come with you, Deputy?

I mean... I mean if you feel

like, maybe, it's something
you'd like to do...

(ALL ACQUIESCE.)

William's final body position

is facing away from the door.

Maybe he was trying to get
away from his attacker.

Or maybe he was comfortable
enough to turn his back on 'em.

Hey, hey, buddy, what are you
doing with that thing?

The body loses . degrees
per hour post-mortem.

If I take his temperature, we can
determine the time of death.

An hour ago, give or take.

Oh! Wha... You guys,

you're blowing my mind
right now, really.

What do you make of this head wound?

Blunt force trauma.
Something with some heft.

One of these bookends
is missing.

The k*ller probably
took it with them.

All right. So. Maybe it's still in the
building, right? So, all we gotta do

- is find it, and then...
- William has been dead

an hour. The k*ller had plenty
of time to bury it in the woods.

- Or throw it in the lake.
- One thing I do remember

from training:

vast majority of murders
involve spouses.

So, I say, go down
there, we talk to Mark.

You know what? You may be
on to something

with this whole "finding
the m*rder w*apon" thing.

Why don't you go look for it,

and we'll start interviewing
the guests and staff.

OK, OK, yeah.

Locating, interviewing witnesses,

that is on the
investigative checklist...

OK, alright, OK! I'll, uh,

check in with you guys later.

Good work!

♪♪♪

Did you just send him
on a wild goose chase

- to protect your friend?
- Look, I know Mark.

There's no way he did this.

- (THUNDER)
- ♪♪♪

Why can't I see him?
He's my husband.

It's an active crime
scene. And right now

you're Deputy Conroy's
number one suspect.

Dear God. This
cannot be happening.

Mark, I gotta ask you. What
were you doing an hour ago?

I was sleeping.
Matt, you know me.

You know I could never m*rder anyone.

Mark, I believe you.

But it would really help
us if you could tell us...

anything. Maybe...
something about William?

I don't know! I, um...

William wasn't the gentlest of souls.

Who am I kidding? He could
be a first class prick!

But to m*rder him in cold blood...

I wouldn't know where to look
for that kind of person.

We're gonna need
guest and staff lists,

a master key and a detailed
plan of the hotel.

We do something called a
"memory package" for the guests.

Uh... a photographer goes around

taking candid snaps.

- That would help.
- (THUNDER)

♪♪♪

I say we split up, start
talking to staff.

Someone here had a motive to k*ll
William. We just have to find it.

OK.

(LOUD THUNDER)

You don't seem too broken up
about William's m*rder.

I still have
a hotel full of guests.

- Who's gonna feed them, you?
- Uh,

we hear that he liked to
change your menu quite often.

I may run the kitchen,
but he signed the cheques.

But he interfered a lot.
Didn't that make you mad?

Who doesn't occasionally
have murderous thoughts

- about their boss?
- What about he

- and Mark's relationship?
- What relationship?

What do you mean?

Everyone could see they
were like oil and water.

It was like watching a car
wreck in slow motion.

♪♪♪

Excuse me, uh,
you're the one who found

William's body?

We were just wondering
if you remember anything

- out of the ordinary?
- Apart from his dead body?

- No.
- I mean...

about William's behaviour
over the last couple of days.

According to the service schedule, you
cleaned his room more than once a day.

Yeah, William asked me to.
It was because...

he was sleeping there a lot.
He and Mark...

We know. Their marriage
was on the rocks.

Last week,

I went in to clean his
office and he asked

to borrow a fresh hotel uniform.

Mark set William's
clothes on fire?

Right there in the yard.
I had to put it out myself.

I didn't know
things were so bad!

Yeah, they fought constantly.

Mark was convinced William
was having an affair.

And man, did he have a temper.

Sounds like you're pretty
firmly on Team William.

He was like a father to me.

He took a chance on me
right out of school.

- I've worked here ever since.
- Did you see him before he d*ed?

We had our regular
end-of-day meeting at PM.

What did you
talk about at the meeting?

The usual: how
The Preston was feeling.

What needed some tender loving care.

That, and...

how he was planning to divorce Mark.

♪♪♪

(THUNDER)

What? I can't believe it!

[I guess their marriage was
in worse shape than we thought.]

And you found all this out
from the wolf-howl guy?

- [Yeah.]
- And Mark doesn't know

- anything about it?
- [If so, he didn't tell me.]

[But between that and the bonfire...]

- You've gotta be kidding me.
- What's wrong?

Nothing! I just, uh... I just
forgot leave-in conditioner.

Stupid.

- I'll meet you downstairs.
- [It's OK, ]

I can talk to him alone.

No! No, I, uh, I'm on my way.
Right now.

Angie, I was thinking...

(DOOR CLOSING, AND SIGH)

Thank you for
your understanding.

No. We appreciate it. OK.

The guests are freaking out,
and I don't blame them.

And I can only comp so
much free champagne

before I run out of stock.
What'd you find out?

- So far, You're our best lead.
- That doesn't sound promising.

Did you set William's
clothes on fire last week?

I caught him coming back
from a "business trip".

He told me he was in Montreal...

the bag tags said Phoenix. So, I...

lost it, I... cleaned out his closet.

You got to admit, it doesn't
put you in the best light.

Well, you guys
might have been right.

- Um, about what?
- You know, I looked everywhere

for that dang m*rder w*apon.
I even checked, uh...

the utility closet. End of the
hallway, on the second floor.

You know, that door handle
is broken from the inside?

A man could get stuck in there
for , minutes, easy..

Incidentally, the only
place I couldn't check:

your master suite.

Key didn't work.

Because I have a separate key.

Uh, here, I can let you in.

♪♪♪

This should only take a second.

- Take your time.
- (THUNDER)

Suddenly I'm a bit nervous.

You got nothing to worry about.

Oh... actually...

I can think of one thing.

♪♪♪

(THUNDER)

Welcome to Midnight Meltdown,
an escape room adventure.

You're an employee of
Colossus, the oldest

and largest nuclear power plant
in the western hemisphere.

The power grid is shut down

due to an unexpected earthquake.

And now, there's a lethal
cloud of radioactive material

about to blow your city sky high.

- Yeah, I...
- But there's still hope.

Through that door, there's
a passageway that leads

- to the director's office...
- Where there's a k*ll switch,

right? And I'm supposed to
figure out the code, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I'm not gonna need

any clues. Can I just get started now?

- Wait 'til your partner gets here.
- Partner?

How'you doin'? Zoe?

Maz! What are you doing here?

Shade gave me a ticket, he
said this was a scotch tasting.

- This is not a scotch tasting.
- I got mine from Angie.

Uh-huh!

- We've been set up.
- Don't they have anything

better to do than mess
with our dating lives?

"Dating lives"? We went...
for one coffee.

Exactly! And you never called.

And you never really indicated
that you wanted me to, so...

- (SIGHING): You got minutes.
- This is silly. Let's just go.

Good luck, guys.

(DOOR BOLT LOCKING AND
LITTLE CHUCKLE FROM MAZ)

I'm gonna k*ll 'em both.
(THUNDER)

Seriously? You're
keeping him under house arrest?

Yes, that's what I'm doing.
The road is closed

because of the storm, we're
all stuck here until morning;

I can't let a...
(CHUCKLING): m*rder*r

have the run of the place. That
would be like being trapped

in a... in a giant box with a...

m*rder*r.

Come on! That was
clearly a setup.

Who hides a m*rder w*apon
without cleaning off the blood?

I don't know, uh, someone
who's shaken by recent events?

Look, guys, I appreciate your help,

but... (CHUCKLING): I mean...

come on, I... I think
we've nailed this one.

I really do!

♪♪♪

This won't be easy. Most of
the guests were in their rooms.

Nearly everyone has an alibi
for the time of the m*rder.

What about this guy?
"Carl Rennie".

He's a no. I saw the wait
staff helping him back

to his room at : , after
one too many tequilas.

"Peter Abbott"?

- I don't recognize him.
- Me either. Mel?

- No, never seen him before.
- We shall meet again,

- Mr. Abbott.
- That leaves us with only three

unsubstantiated alibis.
And there's Brynn Vaughan,

Peter Abott and the massage therapist.

(BOTH): I got the spa...

Great! You two go together
and I'll pair up with Mel.

We'll check Brynn Vaughan's alibi.

♪♪♪

- Hey, Garrett?
- Spa's closed.

Ah, that's too bad!

We were hoping to take a sauna,
take our minds off the m*rder.

You and everyone's mother!
Some ass hat

cranked it up to full and set
the timer for three hours.

Burnt out the element.
How about I book you in

for a couple's massage tomorrow?

- We're not together.
- Right.

Uh, what time do you
usually close?

Uh, usually around eight.
Sometimes earlier,

if no one's using it.
Tonight was pretty dead.

- So you weren't here?
- I just got back.

I spend Friday nights in the
laundry room doing the linens.

Uh, plus there's this housekeeper,

Kristi... Let's just say we
enjoy each other's company.

♪♪♪

Oh, hi! Are you
Brynn Vaughan?

- I don't do autographs.
- Oh, wait-wait-wait! Um...

that's too bad...

because I'm a really big fan.

(SIGHING): Fine. Let's
just get this over with.

So, who's your favourite
housewife on the show?

- Besides me.
- Ha!

- Um...
- There's so many.

- Um...
- You know who we don't like

and that is, uh... (BOTH STRUGGLE.)

- (BOTH): Chelsea!
- Yeah, tell me about it.

So! What does a girl
like you do for fun?

- Well...
- Say, earlier tonight,

- between eleven and midnight?
- That's... oddly specific!

We're oddly curious...

Look, Cagney and Lacey,

I don't have to tell you anything.

Well, I don't have to tell TMZ
that you just got a nose job.

Look,

if this is about William,
I am devastated.

I loved the man. He knew how to keep

a secret, and I trust you do too.

And, for the record, I was
on the phone with my agent

from ten 'til midnight.
Check with the front desk,

- they placed the call for me.
- (DOOR BEING SLAMMED)

Two lagers, whatever's
cold and on tap.

One good thing about
your host getting m*rder*d,

everyone drinks for free! Ha ha!

Hey, I'm Matt Shade.
This is my buddy Ken.

- Uh, Peter. Abbott.
- What brings you here, Peter?

I'm a wine merchant.
I'm one of the suppliers

- to Preston Hall.
- Oh yeah? What're you drinking?

I can always use a tip or two
to impress the girlfriend.

A Au-Croix.
It's a beautiful pour.

Copy that. You must spend a
little bit of time at this bar?

I've been sitting
here all night.

If you don't mind, guys, to be honest,

I prefer to be alone.

- (PIANO LOUNGE MUSIC)
- That was a little weird.

The old Shade
charm strikes again.

- So, what'd you guys find out?
- Brynn Vaughan's a no-go.

So is the spa guy.

Which leaves us with Mr.
Abbott over there.

He says he's been stapled to
that bar stool all night.

Maybe nursing
a guilty conscience?

Not to mention that
Au-Croix is dishwater.

That whole region was
decimated by rain that year.

Let's say we find out if
his true specialty is m*rder.

- Shade?
- Where are you going?

As a prosecutor, it's probably
better if you don't know.

♪♪♪

Wine merchant, my ass.

We don't have much time. Let's
just get what we can on him

- and get out.
- Right.

♪♪♪

Shade? I think
I found something.

A hotel flyer?

Who are you?

I could ask you the
same thing, Mr. Abbott.

- Or should I say: Mr. Rex Mundy.
- ♪♪♪

- Let's not jump to conclusions.
- Because you checked in

under a false name and have no
alibi for the time of the m*rder?

I can explain that.
I own Patriot Properties.

It's a chain of boutique hotels
across the south-west of the US.

OK, so what are you doing here?

- (THUNDER)
- You're gonna love prison!

It's just like a hotel room you get

- to enjoy all by yourself.
- Fine.

I was buying Preston Hall.

Mark didn't mention any sale.

Mark didn't know.

You're the one

William was secretly phoning,
who he went to see in Phoenix?

This is a great property.

It was too good of a deal to pass up.

- How good of a deal?
- . million!

. million; this place
is worth ten times that much!

I know! . on paper.
The rest...

wired to an offshore
bank account.

William was hiding the money
before he divorced Mark!

When's the last time
you saw William?

We met at :
to finalize the deal.

We signed some papers, we
put them in an envelope

on the corner of his desk. He was
gonna drop 'em by his lawyer

- on Monday morning.
- There was no envelope

- when we checked on the body.
- It was there, I swear.

Check with room service;
I was so happy,

I ordered the most expensive
steak on the menu.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it.
'Cause whatever deal you had

- probably d*ed with William.
- (SIGH)

- So, what do you think?
- Sounded legit.

What do you make
of the missing envelope?

By k*lling William and
removing evidence of the sale,

the hotel would be disbursed
according to William's will.

Which takes us
right back to Mark.

(HE SIGHS.) Look, we're
gonna keep looking.

But in the meantime, you
should probably let Mark know

what we learned.

Not looking forward
to that conversation.

- I'll update Mel and Ken.
- Yeah.

And I'll meet you in the bar.

♪♪♪

(ELECTRONIC BEEPS)

You can't just
randomly push numbers.

- That's not how it works.
- Better than doing nothing.

I'm not doing nothing,
I'm assessing the space.

There's gotta be a clue here somewhere.

Yeah, you keep
telling yourself that.

(MORE ELECTRONIC BEEPS)

(AND MORE ELECTRONIC BEEPS)

(KNOCKING)

(TAKING A DEEP BREATH):
You were saying?

Huh!

"A coded sequence
gets you through,

"inside stonework is your clue.

"Punch it twice and trapped you'll be,

punch it thrice and you'll be free."

"Inside stonework"...
It's in the walls.

No, it's a code. Trust me,
I'm good at puzzles.

As opposed to me,
the actual detective?

Look. Each letter
has a numerical value.

We figure out the number and
then put it three times

- we're gold.
- You know it's an escape room,

- right? Not Fort Knox!
- S is nineteen,

T is twenty... Are you
gonna help me or what?

Yeah, I'd help you
if your plan made any sense.

I mean, the code you're
describing is digits long.

- Fine, I'll do it myself.
- Hey, You know what number

is inside stonework?

One.

No way.

You really think putting in
the number three times

is gonna magically open the door?

(ELECTRONIC BEEPS AND BOLT UNLOCKING)

You were saying?

The Director's Office.

That's where the k*ll switch is. Hum!

Which you would know if
you were here on time.

This is way too easy.

(ZAPPING)

You were saying?

- What, you think I have a shiv?
- No, it's just protocol.

You don't have a shiv though, do you?

- No!
- I gotta ask these things.

- Go ahead.
- (SHADE SIGHS.)

(THUNDER)

How are you doing, buddy?

Well, I've been accused
of murdering my husband, and

thanks to Deputy Do-right I
can't even get a decent drink,

so... I've had better days.

Yeah...

you recognize this guy?

Nope! Uh,
what's his story?

He may be the last person
to have seen William alive.

- Were they, uh...?
- No.

He's the reason for the late night
phone calls and the business trips,

but they weren't having an affair.

So, what is it, Shadow?

(HESITATING):
William was...

trying to sell Preston Hall.

He was...

planning to divorce you,

divest the property on paper
for a tenth of its value,

and hide the rest in
an off-shore account.

I'm sorry.

Well, there go my thirties!

I didn't deserve them, anyway.

♪♪♪

(THUNDER)

Was I the only one who didn't see it?

Nobody had any idea.

Now I wish I did k*ll him.

This was his idea, you know.
This place.

Not mine.

He dragged me out here...

made me leave behind my whole life...

(BIG SIGH)

We're gonna
figure this out, Mark.

I spoke to Mark. He seemed
genuinely surprised.

Think fast.

♪♪♪

What the hell is that?!

- I didn't know you put it on.
- Congratulations!

You two are getting married?

I guess so!

Uh, wow! That's... incredible!

Thanks! Um...

we should... probably
focus on the case.

We need to re-check William's office

for the sale documents.

You know what? I think I'm
done playing detective tonight.

I'm gonna go back to the room.

- I'll walk you up.
- No, I'm fine.

You two do your thing.
I'll walk her.

♪♪♪

(SIGH)

Well... it's
not how I saw

- this weekend playing out.
- ♪♪♪

♪♪♪

You know what? This is not
happening, this was a mistake.

- Don't give up!
- What am I, a contortionist?

- There's gotta be another way.
- We're running out of time!

OK, let's just take
a step back, alright? OH!

What are we missing?

- What about that switch?
- Oh no, it doesn't do anything.

- I tried it when we got here.
- It says "up".

I dunno, I guess it was in
the up position when we started.

What about that thing?

Oh, I just assumed
it was part of the building.

You know that
this isn't actually

a nuclear reactor, right?

OK, if you're gonna sass me, maybe
don't mispronounce nuclear.

- (GROANING)
- Jeez! Have you done this before?

Oh! OK. Give me a boost.

Yeah. Alright...

Woo! Whoa!
You're strong!

Your astonishment is flattering.

Oh, look! There's another
switch under here.

- Oh, great!
- Can you believe it?

We wasted so much time on these lasers.
If we had just,

you know, found this
and opened it up...

You know, we can talk
when you get back down.

Right.
(STATIC)

- Ha!
- (THEY CHUCKLE.)

- Nice one, copper!
- Alright.

Now let's get to that
Director's office

and stop the Eastern Seaboard
from nuclear meltdown!

(GIGGLES AND LOUD BUZZER)

Oh, you're out of time.
The reactor exploded,

spewing radiation all over homes
and businesses. Thousands d*ed.

- But... we were almost there!
- No, you weren't.

There's like a whole lot more
puzzles in the Director's office.

Buddy, can you just
give us another hour?

- I'm sorry, the room's booked.
- Oh, really?

Um, actually, they cancelled.

- Yeah?
- (SIGH)

Alright! Good dude!

We can do this.

(LOUD THUNDER)

There's no sign of these papers.

Hey, uh, partner...

wanna talk about that
rock on your finger?

The proposal came out
of nowhere. I wasn't ready.

So... why'd you accept?

I... didn't. Oh no,
I just tried the ring on

to see what it looked
like, and it got stuck.

- Awkward?
- Yeah! Ken's...

probably up there, right now,
just more confused than ever.

I'll explain it all to him
once we get through here.

♪♪♪

Hey, there's...
blood on this pot.

That's too far from the body
to be blood splatter.

Unless the body got moved.

There's blood on this door too.

Wait, there's...

a cold breeze coming
from behind this panel.

Ugh!

♪♪♪

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Are you heading back down?
- Ah... no. I could use a break.

- How about a drink?
- That too. Hm!

Ha!

To your engagement.

Might be a little
premature on that.

She hasn't actually said yes yet.

But she's... wearing the ring!

I was surprised, too.
Every time I get close,

- she... pulls away.
- (THUNDER)

What do you think the holdup is?

The proposal was interrupted
when we found the body.

And she's been... preoccupied.

So has Shade.

♪♪♪

What is this place?

It was probably built during
Prohibition. A way to move

booze back and forth through
the hotel without being seen.

And still in use today.

Well, at least by
whoever k*lled William.

There's no way
a guest knew about this.

It's gotta be hotel staff.

Whoa, there's a light.

- There's a door here!
- Well, here goes nothing.

(THUNDER)

- (YELPING)
- Shade?!

Man, you scared the crap out of me.
Where did you come from?

I think we just figured out
how the m*rder w*apon

ended up in your room.

(LOUD THUNDER)

It's an old service corridor
from when the hotel

- was originally built.
- And it leads directly

from William's office to Mark's suite.

Yeah, that is some next-level
cool right there, for sure.

I'm sorry. Why are you telling me this?

Because someone could have

planted the m*rder
w*apon in Mark's room!

Oh, OK, OK, I got you! Using
the corridors, is what you mean.

- Exactly.
- Uh-huh. Except, OK...

what if that person
happened to be Mark?

- Well, that would be possible.
- No, no. Mark left his room

when he found out about the
m*rder, and he didn't go back

until you placed him
under house arrest.

There was ample opportunity
for someone to sneak in and out.

Look, guys.
I hear you, I do.

But, uh...

I gotta go with my gut on this one.

And your "gut"
tells you it's Mark?

When the weather clears, he's
gonna be charged with m*rder.

I'm sorry.

(SIGH)

What are we missing, Everett?

I don't know.

It felt like I had to choose

between Angie or the adventures.

So I started putting down roots,
so she could see just how much

she means to me.

You shouldn't have to lose yourself
just to make things work.

Did you really go ice climbing
with Richard Branson?

Once you get over the whole
height thing, it's actually

really beautiful.

All that water, frozen in time.

- (THUNDER)
- Can you really see Angie

rappelling down a waterfall
with an Axe in her hand?

Angie? Definitely.

If it were for a case!

(THUNDER)

♪♪♪

OK, let's walk it through.

We know that William was secretly
trying to sell Preston Hall.

Except there's no proof,
because the m*rder*r took

- the sale documents.
- Which doesn't make any sense,

unless you're trying to prevent
knowledge of the sale.

OK. But who would
want to do that?

- Another buyer?
- Someone with as much interest

- in the hotel as Rex Mundy.
- It would have to be

someone with inside
knowledge of Preston Hall.

Everyone has an alibi
for the time of the m*rder

except for Mark...

unless the time of the m*rder is wrong.

But Ken measured
the time of death.

I mean, we can't argue with science.

Unless our m*rder*r
knows how to mess with time.

The sauna was left on high
for three hours last night

and the secret tunnels lead right here.

- Anything?
- Not since the last time

- you asked me, seconds ago.
- (SIGHING): OK...

Well that punk is gonna
be here any minute.

We've already let humanity
down once, today, I don't think

the irradiated mutants we
created know the difference.

- ♪♪♪
- I really thought we'd make

- a good team.
- We kinda do make a good team.

OK, bonus doomsday time is up.

At least, you guys managed
to k*ll the cockroaches.

Could we just have
a bit more time, please?

Oh God! I gotta lock up! I've
got my adult colouring class

- in the morning.
- "Adult colouring"...

- It relaxes me.
- Here's bucks,

buy yourself some
locally-sourced pencil crayons.

You know what? Why don't you
give us the keys.

We'll lock up and leave them
in the mailbox for you.

You serious? You know
this is a game, right?

Hey, whoa. The mutant world
is counting on us.

Uh... Uh... OK, fine,

I just...

- I can't believe I'm doing this.
- Wait...

Are you ready to finish this?

Oh, we are just getting started.

♪♪♪

I couldn't imagine
popping the question

to the same person five years apart

and expecting a different answer.

Now that you put it
that way, it does sound

- like the definition of insanity.
- Or wildly romantic.

Does Shade do that thing
where you're talking to him

and his "uh-huh's" are just
ever so slightly out of place?

Like he's % with me
and % with a case?

Exactly. Angie
does that all the time.

To our partners.

May they someday realize

just how awesome we are.

Oh! We know who did it!

But we need both your brains
to figure out exactly how.

(LOUD THUNDER)

What's going on, Deputy?
You said you needed help.

We do need your help, Wade.

Figuring out what happened to William.

What are you talking about?

You know, the biggest
mystery was figuring out

how William's k*ller
had an airtight alibi

- for the time of death.
- Until we realized

the time of death wasn't
the time of death at all.

The human body can tell us
with remarkable accuracy

when death occurred.
Assuming it was laid to rest

- at room temperature.
- If, however, the body was

placed in a hotter environment
say, a sauna...

The time of death will be
completely inaccurate.

Garrett told us someone
cranked up the sauna last night.

- Left it on for three hours.
- Moving William's time of death

from PM back to PM.

Which is exactly
when you were having

your nightly meeting
with William, wasn't it?

You're saying I k*lled William,

then dragged his body across the lobby,

- past the restaurant?
- It'd be so much easier

if you could do it
discreetly through, say,

- a secret passage.
- ♪♪♪

- Like that one.
- Which just happens

to go directly to the spa...

Which is where the sauna is...

After passing Mark's room,

which is where you dropped
off the m*rder w*apon.

Why would I k*ll William?
He was like a father to me.

After they discovered the
body, there was something else

missing from the room,
besides the m*rder w*apon.

An envelope with documents
for a sale of Preston Hall.

The k*ller took them to try and
prevent the sale from taking place.

And you'll never guess
where we found them.

Tucked in the eaves of your tool shed.

♪♪♪

(SIGH)

William always said...

that if he ever decided to move on...

I'd get the hotel.

Then, last night,

he drops that bombshell on me.

"The hotel's sold, he says.
It's a done deal."

I tried to talk him out of it,
told him that I could get

some financing together,
but he just laughed at me.

Ten years, I've given
everything to the Preston,

then he just sells the
hotel out from under me...

I just lost it.

I couldn't see straight.

♪♪♪

Wade Briggs...

you're under arrest for the
m*rder of William Hadley.

Gimme your hands.

(CLICKING OF METAL)

Does anyone know how these...
I... I... I... I got it.

OK, let's go, let's go, come on.

Hey, we really nailed
this one, huh, guys?

We sure did, Deputy.

Let's go.

(BIRDS AND CRICKETS CHIRPING)

♪♪♪

That was fun, wasn't it?

Yeah. So fun my hangover now has twins.

(SIGHING): Look,
I know this weekend

didn't go quite as planned,
but I'll make it up to you.

I have to get back
to the city, there's a...

big case that I have to prepare for.

What better place
to prepare than here?

We can lock ourselves in our
room, order all the food

off the menu. This place is
the ultimate couples retreat.

(SHE TAKES A BREATH.)

That's the problem.

We're not the ones who
look like the couple.

The prosecution
rests, Matt. Alone.

♪♪♪

Finally got it off.

Listen, Ken... you're an
incredible person, but...

(DEEP BREATH)

Any woman would be lucky
to have you in their life.

I'm just not ready to say yes.

Maybe I could still
make it on that Mercy Ship.

You know you wanna go.

You don't wanna be tied down.

(HOLDING BACK TEARS): Looks
like the storm's broken.

(SOFTLY): Come here.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I knew having you around
would bring me some luck.

How does it feel to be the boss?

I'm not sure it suits me.

Well, you can always
make a change.

Rex Mundy is still interested
in buying this hotel.

You never know what
your forties can bring.

You're right.
Thank you, Shadow.

Always been a hell of a teammate.

- Right back at you, Steinman.
- Gentlemen.

Road is officially open,

Wade's on his way back to town.
Sergeant even came in himself,

so... it's kind of a big deal.

- It's my first arrest.
- You don't say.

Well, technically,
I was your first.

Yeah, well, yeah,
technically, yeah, but uh...

I was kinda hoping that maybe, just...

we'd keep that between
ourselves, if that's OK...

Your secret's safe
with me, Deputy.

OK. Alright, well...

you guys be good!

So, that's there.

♪♪♪

(QUIET CHUCKLE)

Hello?

Hello!

Hello. Officer?

Hey! You're back.

We might need another hour.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪♪♪

Hey, partner!

Hey!

- Well, that was a night.
- You can say that again.

Solved a m*rder.

Prevented a miscarriage of justice.

Couldn't have
done it without you.

- We do make a pretty good team.
- (LITTLE CHUCKLE)

So... Ken?

Oh, he's off
on his next adventure.

- Aw...
- I'm happy for him.

And Mel?

Aw, we had some
good times, but, uh...

- that's not gonna work out.
- Hm!

- You packed?
- Yep!

Need a ride?

You really think
the Porsche is gonna start?

(CHUCKLE)

Yeah, it was quite a storm.

♪♪♪

How'bout we just sit here
for a minute before we give it

- a try?
- You read my mind.

♪♪♪