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- Thank you. - Thank you.
- Thank you. - You're welcome
Hello!
Sorry I'm late, my sour cream cut-outs
took a little longer than usual.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Hey, man, we're not open.
Hello?!
Come on, man.
Woooooo!
Oh my...
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh my god...
What're you... it's clean.
- No, just... - Don't touch it.
Can you not see the mustard there?
- You're gonna make it dirty. - Okay.
- You see this? - This goes over here.
Yeah, just like that.
- What're you... - Just put the cutlery in here.
Excuse me, no, we do not put cutlery in...
Oh, nice one.
- Okay, it's, it's done. - All right.
- Why are we settin' up so early? - I want to be stress free.
I wanna be eating cake
and fruit and turkey, I don't wanna be setting the table.
Your mother hasn't even gone to work yet.
- That's fine, she can go. - There it is.
- We can do this. - Okay, okay, sorry.
I wanna eat and start drinkin'.
- All right. - Are you okay with sitting - there?
Perfect.
Wow, some little Christmas elves
come and set up while I was getting ready for work?
Pfft! Yeah, that's what happened.
Matteo's coming?
- No, um... - I thought I'd invite Liam.
- Oh. - Right? Just 'cause you guys
have been talking and...
You seem like you're happy.
No, totally, I just um...
I don't know if we're quite there yet,
but thank you.
Uh, okay, I gotta get to work.
I love you guys. Hey, I love you guys.
- I'll see you tonight, 'Kay? - Love you, too.
All right, then.
- Who's that for? - Oh, um...
I don't know, I just...
It's Christmas.
You made one for my Peggy?
I didn't wanna ambush mom, but...
I feel like we should be together
- and you wanna see her. - Yeah.
Right?
No, you know, we should just keep it us three for this year,
I think that's better.
I mean, for your mom's sake. Let's just do it that way.
You're a good kid, Ross.
Um...
Every year,
John and Ginny would host Christmas Eve brunch.
It was uh...
It was our tradition.
Are you part of the family, flora?
I've lived next door my entire life.
They're like my surrogate parents.
Did you see anyone come or go this morning?
Any cars in the driveway?
I was inside baking all morning.
Did you hear any noises, any shouting?
I had...
Mariah Carey blaring on a loop.
I feel that.
Uh, did the Brownings ever mention to you
anyone they had any conflict with?
No. They were...
Wonder...
Wonderful people.
I can't believe this happened at Christmas.
They...
They really loved Christmas.
I'm sorry.
We've got ligature marks straight across the neck.
Under the Adam's apple.
Petechiae on her face and eyes.
Scratching and bruising on her neck and jawline.
All things are consistent with ligature strangulation.
So, it is what it looks like.
What exactly do you think this looks like?
Multiple stab wounds to the torso.
Judging by the blood volume loss
and the stab wound next to the heart,
I'd say exsanguination.
The entry wounds are...
Are covered in glitter.
- Whoa. - Yeah.
Neighbour said they were a perfect family.
Yeah, well, we both know, there's no such thing.
Hey.
Oh, it's the station. I gotta take this.
- Okay. - Hello?
What is this?
- What is going on here? - Uh, hi there, sir,
- why don't we just step aside. - No, no, no.
You don't understand, this is my parents' house, okay?
- I understand that, sir, but... - No, no.
We're supposed to be having brunch right now.
- I don't know why I... - sir, please just calm down.
Please, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not excited,
- I just need to... - uh, sorry, hey, hey.
It's okay. Hi, I got this.
I've got it, I've got it, thank you.
Hey. What's your name?
Aaron Browning.
Browning. You're John and Ginny Browning's son?
- Yes. - Okay.
I'm uh... I'm sorry to tell you this,
but the police found your parents dead
inside of the house this morning.
Uh... ah... what?!
I'm really sorry for your loss,
but we can't let you inside right now.
Wha...
What about Caleb?
Is he okay?
I'm sorry, who's Caleb?
Christmas tree.
He's MHA. No wallet, no ID.
It's all right, I think I know who he is.
Any weapons?
No, but I did find this in his pocket.
Is that a Christmas ornament?
Mm-hmm.
- Hi, there. - I'm detective McAvoy.
Is your name Caleb Browning?
Caleb!
What?
Do you know where you are?
Um... what?
Do you remember your name?
Caleb... um, Caleb...
Caleb... Browning.
Do you remember what day it is?
It's... Christmas Eve.
It's Christmas Eve?
Do you remember what happened to your parents this morning?
Uh...
Did I miss brunch?
Hello?
Oh, for crying out loud!
Hello? Grandma?
And he's your only suspect?
He's staying at the house, there's no sign of forced entry.
His parents' blood's on his clothes.
Have you asked for his medical records?
See if he has a history of memory loss,
or trauma, psych issues?
It's in process, but it wouldn't be the first time
that a suspect has faked memory loss.
I mean, there's a possibility he's not faking it.
And there's a possibility that the hole in my spine
will heal itself before surgery next week.
I mean, I have a history with memory loss after trauma.
When my sister died,
my brain wiped the memory of it.
- I mean, I got it back, but... - I'm so sorry, Jenny.
No, I'm just saying that, you know,
I think we should keep an open mind.
I mean, maybe he's telling the truth,
at least about the memory loss part.
I wanna get him assessed,
but first, let me talk to him. Somewhere nice.
Let's get him a massage while we're at it.
So, I, uh, know it's weird to talk about...
Death and food so close together,
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