Invisible Mom

Only promise when you can deliver.

Previously on "Eye Candy..."

- I'm working on something. - If that's all you've got,

I wouldn't be too optimistic about your future here at Reconnoiter .

- Who's The Insomniac? - Connor.

- You invited him? - We liked him, you liked him.

- Well, now, he's the main suspect. - Don't move.

On your knees!

- Somebody set him up. - Looks that way.

He's not our guy.

Most of the good stuff's been grabbed,

but there's some linens in the bathroom.

But, who really wants used linens... easy.

What the hell are you doing? This is my apartment.

There was an ad online saying that you were getting rid of

everything, that it... it was okay for anyone to take what they wanted.

Where's my dog?

Boris!

Boris!

Everything was pretty much cleared out when I got here.

You got here just in time.

We had him down to be euthanized first thing in the morning.

But, he must have only been here for a few hours.

Not what the records say. 96 hours, and we put 'em down.

Didn't you check the microchip on him?

We scanned it, and the only thing that came up was this.

Someone is playing some sick joke on you.

You should call the police.

I am the police.

- You're The Insomniac? - Apparently not.

- I don't understand. - I have a complicated boss.

Hamish tends to take over when something goes viral.

I hear when your sight gets taken away,

the rest of your senses get overly stimulated.

Sounds kind of erotic, if you ask me.

Good evening, I'm Mia, one of your servers tonight.

At transparency, all of the wait staff are certified legally blind.

But, don't worry, J.D. here has night vision goggles.

So, if you need anything once you're inside,

just raise your hand and wave.

Now, if everyone would please form a line, and place your

right hand on the shoulder of the person in front of you.

Should I take a hint that our second date is in the dark?

This way, you really have to listen to what I'm saying.

And not get distracted by how beautiful you are.

Thanks.

- Wait, did you just touch me? - Maybe.

Okay, do it again.

Shut up! Get out! I just can't stand this.

I feel like I've entered some other person's body.

So, the dark definitely makes your hearing more sensitive.

I'm glad you brought me here.

I always wanted to try this place.

Yeah, it's actually kind of thrilling.

I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back.

You're leaving me alone in the dark.

You poor boy.

- Toilets are that way. - Thank you.

What do you say we have another drink when I get off work?

I better get back to work.

You see where I left my goggles?

There you are.

Waiting for your date.

That was quick.

It's time someone taught your little boyfriend a lesson.

So, how was it having your fifth sense back?

Writing all those bad things about Lindy and I.

This is crazy, how are we even expected to cut our food?

Let's see what he writes about this.

Why so quiet now?

That laugh. How am I supposed to concentrate?

Connor?

Connor?

Help! Help!

My girlfriend is choking, somebody help me, please!

No.

EYE CANDY S01E05 - IRL -

This has to go down as one of the all-time worst dates ever.

Slow down.

Slow down?

I think I have the right to be the slightest bit riled up.

My date turned into a three-way with a madman.

We could have been killed!

I finally meet this hot guy who's kind and incredibly

present and emotionally available.

You know how hard that is to find in this city?

And for what?

So he can be served a woman's tongue as an appetizer.

You think I'm gonna get another date after that?

And you saw nothing?

The police asked me all this.

The point of the restaurant is that it's dark,

as in pitch black.

That poor woman.

Do you know how long a tongue actually is?

I'll never get that visual out of my head.

Here, sweetheart.

It's lavender and chamomile, plus my grandmommy's secret ingredient.

It'll calm you down.

That's strong.

It's the secret ingredient.

Whiskey chaser.

What I need to know specifically... was he after me,

Oliver, or that woman?

We don't know yet. The victim matches the profile, but all of you do.

I mean, you met Oliver on Flirtual, right?

Yes, but that was weeks ago, before any of this psycho, insane madness.

I should call him, right?

Calling would be good.

Apologize?

You said the woman had an annoying laugh?

News flash, it's called being from New Jersey.

But, that doesn't merit a death sentence.

- Maybe he was sending you a message. - Message?

Would it be clearer if he cut off your fingertips?

That's cute. Because I'm a writer?

Because of my articles?

Writing is a generous term.

Saying bad things about bad people, it doesn't always end well.

Maybe you shouldn't have written them.

Well, I didn't write all of them.

- Then, who did? - Hamish.

One of my employees was almost butchered.

- I feel it's only right. - A serial killer party?

- You're out of your mind. - It's not a party for him.

It's a celebration for the people of New York, to show this

lunatic that he can't hold the city hostage.

By throwing a party in protest, you're simply provoking

him... apart from not being in exactly good taste.

I'm sure that's not the first time you've been accused of that.

That is you, isn't it? Leaving the crime scene?

- Didn't you date Reese Hennessey? - How do you know that?

That's what I do. I dig up the truth.

It's becoming clear to people that the killer is obsessed with you.

I find that fascinating.

As do you. She does know that you're using her, right?

Yes.

Just like I'm using them to find the killer of the man that I loved.

Yeah, when it comes right down to it, it's all... rather touching.

All in this together.

So, the party's happening, whether you like it or not.

Try to shut me down, and it'll make for some really good press.

- I think we should use this. - How?

Serial killers are narcissists.

What kind of self-respecting narcissist would miss a party in his own honor?

She has a point.

We record the identity of every person who walks through the door.

If the killer takes the bait,

we can use all the data from the crime scene...

Cell phone records, security footage, GPS logins,

and see if there are any patterns.

This might be the only time Hamish tries something like this.

We grant him a permit on one condition.

We control the venue.

I know just the place.

Are you out of your thin blue minds?

New York magazine just listed IRL under the "What's Hot" column.

I mean, how long do you think that will last

when they find out that the NYPD is skulking around every corner?

They're called undercover cops for a reason.

Undercover?

Do you see the way these guys are dressed?

Sophia, Hamish is throwing this party one way or another.

Okay.

If you really think this will help catch him...

I'll do it, under one condition.

Not so much a stitch of polyester walks through that door.

Sergeant?

Everything okay?

Wanted to check in with you.

Is this a new touchy-feely management approach?

Or is this because tomorrow will be the one-year anniversary?

Just because he's gone silent, doesn't mean he's not a threat.

We messed up.

You think I don't regret that day?

Letting Bubonic get away was the biggest mistake

the Cyber Crimes Unit has ever made.

Stay alert.

All security cameras are online.

We have eyes on the entire club.

Shaffer's on the main floor. Amanda's on the dance floor.

Everyone is locked down here.

Boys and girls are in place.

You all right?

You've seemed distracted all day.

Yeah, I'm fine.

An old friend's in town. Not a good thing.

You wanna talk about it?

It's nothing to worry about.

Why don't I believe you?

Believe me.

And look, as far as this goes, I don't want you to get your hopes up.

It's unlikely he'll show.

It just feels good that we're actually doing something.

Here.

I wanna be able to talk to you wherever you are, okay?

Okay.

And whatever happens, be careful.

If he wanted to kill me, I'd be dead already.

That's my girl. Ever the optimist.