Sight Unseen

Previously on Sight Unseen...

Leber's Neuropathy is unpredictable.

You're already clinically blind.

I know this is hard.

Are you okay?

Civilian consultant?

I want to stay in the field...

with full autonomy...

my tools, my tech.

It's called "Eyes Up".

The camera connects you to a guide that "sees" for you.

Eyes Up! Sunny Patel. How may I assist?

- Do you hear that? - There's a deadbolt...

two inches up, to your left.

Tess! You're moving too fast. Slow down.

I have agoraphobia.

The only way that I can leave home

is through Eyes Up.

Straight!

You're more than an app...

you're my partner.

I know you're spying on me!

She's living under an assumed name.

She went into hiding and she used me!

I think she's been framed...

- and I think it's an inside job. - Hello?

Why are you here? What's going on?

It can't wait. It's too dangerous.

Dangerous for who?

Can I trust you?

I'm taking 'er in.

Okay.

All right, Sunny. Get me off this damn thing.

This beach looks pretty treacherous.

Watch your footing, Tess.

Hey. Nice shoes.

Jake's giving you a hand, right side.

You probably wouldn't have wore 'em,

if you could actually see this place, but yeah.

- Listen. - Let me help you.

My guide loves the shoes more than me,

so if you want to stay dry,

you should probably just follow my lead.

Welcome to Survivor...

the "No Weddings and a Funeral" edition.

Okay, you're mixing genres,

but that tie, however, is disturbingly on-point.

Yeah, all right. Guys!

Rocks to your left, tide pool to the right,

body straight ahead.

Leo, what do we got here?

Not enough.

The tide's on the rise, so we combed the shoreline first,

and team's on its way back to the woods,

and no access road to this point.

So, it's likely she was dropped by boat, right?

Boat seems probable.

Any idea who she is?

Well, no I.D., no missing persons reports.

No clue. She was called in at, uh... 7:10 this morning.

A commercial fisherman saw something in the surf.

It's just strange that nobody's called in a missing bride.

Maybe they don't know she's missing yet.

Sunny?

Face up.

Bruising around the throat.

There's a deeper gash on her left forearm.

No other visible injuries.

Her dress is torn in multiple places.

Looks... wet.

She's so alone.

Detectives.

What are we looking at here?

Well, our bride's been immersed at least 24 hours.

She has abrasions and contusions

to her arms and back.

It's not a boating accident?

I mean, it could be, but the bruising

looks like possible strangulation.

I-I'd have to get her to my lab.

So we are looking at a probable homicide?

- Yeah. It's leaning that way. - Any tattoos,

anything to indicate where she might have come from?

No. Nothing. I mean, her dress is vintage.

Wearing an engagement ring.

Check it for a jeweller's mark.

- Sunny, talk to me about her hands. - Yeah.

Uh, they're plain, but short, manicured.

Rough beds, though.

Kind of like yours.

Whoever she dressed up for, she must've really loved 'em.

Whoever she dressed up for

is our most likely suspect.

So...

you think she put her faith in the wrong person?

I certainly don't think she expected to end up this way.

All right, keep me updated.

No one belongs out here like this.

Yeah.

What's he doing here?

Well, he's my boss, so...

he gets to go wherever he wants.

Look, Sunny, until we figure this thing out,

we are just gonna keep our heads down and do our jobs.

Let's make the assumption that she was dropped by boat.

I mean, she could've been brought in from anywhere, right?

Yeah. So...

why not weigh her down?

Why leave her here,

where everyone can see her?

I don't know.

We have to play the percentages here.

Okay, we gotta canvass the marinas,

we gotta find... the boat.

Yeah.

"Find the boat"?

There's nothing but wind and waves.

What if there was no boat?

Why am I always your go-to

for these long-shot theories and wild hunches?

What're you talking about?

This is our thing.

We're not "a thing," Tess.

- Ouch! - Okay.

Sorry, Sunny. I'm a bear during finals.

Okay. Look.

Jake and Leo think the body was transported to the beach

by boat.

Could be right...

but I think she drifted there,

and as an independent consultant,

it's my job to think outside the box.

Oh, well, I'm not a cop...

and I'm not your boyfriend...

so why am I here?

Because you are the smartest guy I know!

And the Marine Unit wants to slow-walk us

'cause they're pissed we nabbed the case.

Mostly, she wants to be right.

Wait. See, I can relate to that.

All right. Ahem.

I'm pulling the dominant currents from the region.

Now, do you mind telling me why?

The body was scraped up pretty bad.

It was seen near the channel by a commercial fisherman.

I'm thinking she drifted there.

I think the surf rolled her against the rocks

till she ended up in the tideline.

Okay, so we follow the currents to an onshore location

where the body would hit the water within...

- The last 48 hours. - 48.

The strongest current would've carried her to your bay...

right there.

Thanks, Professor.

Two miles upstream.

Near Lion's Bay.

We're looking for a path to the shore.

Okay. Watch your step.

There's tree roots to your right.

How long have we been at this?

Well, we knew it was gonna be a long shot.

Two steps, 45 degrees left.

All right. Well...

if Jake is right,

and the body was transported by boat,

then she could've come from literally anywhere.

Well, combing the marinas, and looking for security footage

could take literally forever.

Pan the camera left?

I see something further down the path.

It's eerie.

It's set for a small outdoor ceremony,

but it looks abandoned.

Take a few steps forward.

Is that a shrine? Crosses?

This could be the wedding site.

There's a white wooden arch.

There's... eight chairs.

Wilted flowers... and what is that? Ribbons?

Caught in the branches like little ghosts.

I see something on the arbour. Just... go up?

Further to the right. A little higher.

Is it a business card?

It fell behind you.

- Just turn around... - Hello?

Sorry. It's a man.

- He's smiling at you. - Didn't mean to startle you.

Just here to do a pick-up.

Wedding rentals? Lowell's Events?

I'm Tess Avery.

I'm a consultant with Metro PD.

Police? Something happen?

Were you here yesterday?

Just for the set-up.

I heard the bride didn't even show.

Happens more often than you'd think.

Cold feet?

Yeah. Probably.

Do you have any contact info for the couple?

All payments go through the office.