Coroner

Drink this.

I like your family.

They seem to really like you too.

If you ever wanna talk or hangout or...

whatever.

- Don't let your bucket fill up, brother.

- Does the name Dyanne Tucci ring a bell?

I'm a social worker.

It's quietly known that I help women

get away if they need to.

Hi, my name is Dyanne Tucci.

My husband, Shane, threatened to kill me if I left him.

Jenny!

Those restless nights

do they happen to include sleepwalking?

I will fix this. I promise.

- Dyanne Tucci was a devoted nurse.

She worked long and hard hours.

When she was not at the hospital

she loved to escape to the rocks,

as she used to say.

She loved nature.

Live from Devil's Path, Ladies!

Catskills!

I made it!

It is so beautiful!

I made it! Woooo!

Whatever trail or climb she was taking on,

she would post videos for her friends.

By the time I met Dyanne, she was an island.

She cancelled plans, claiming she was sick.

If people called to check in,

she wouldn't answer the phone.

- Emma, not her real name, is our guest.

She's the one that Dyanne went to for help.

Emma helps other women

escape abusive situations.

Quite the dangerous trade.

- I think of it more as a calling.

When would you say everything changed?

Early spring, 2017.

Dyanne married Shane Tucci.

And eventually, Dyanne Tucci would vanish

without a trace.

- The police said there was not enough evidence

of a crime committed.

But deep down,

I knew she was dead.

You're awake!

Don't get out of bed just yet, Dr. Cooper.

You can lie back down.

You have a few exercises to do, same as last night.

Okay. So only moving your eyes, look up...

and now to your feet...

now left...

right.

Point your toes down...

and up.

Take a deep breath...

and hold.

Okay. Keep holding.

and exhale.

Excellent, all done.

Come in.

- Hey. - Hey.

- You don't have to say it. I know

I know I look like a lab rat.

Nah, you look fine.

Like a, Jenny marionette.

You doing good otherwise?

- Yeah, Dr. Sharma, my psychiatrist,

says that this will help me.

Good.

- Donovan I-- - Hey...

if you happened to have a little down time today,

take a look at a file for me.

A friend of mine is helping out one of those,

true crime podcasts?

And they think they might have something new.

Where's the body?

That's the thing...

there isn't one.

Okay. How do you--

- Then just have a look at it for me with those Jenny eyes.

If anything jumps out at you, call me.

I will. Yeah.

- Alright. - Hey...

thank you. - Alright.

Okay.

There's a clear history of abuse.

Are you gonna help me find

this missing puzzle piece or what?

- Dad, you do realize that I have not been home

for the past two days, right? - Yeah.

So what am I supposed to do now?

I put all this work into this stupid thing,

and now I walk away and leave a big divot

right in the middle of it?

- How you looked under the rug? In your pockets?

Is it-is it in the vacuum?

Am I totally inept to you?

(Theme music form "Fernandes" plays)

What are you watching?

It's that "Fernandes",

that show about the coroner I keep telling you about.

It's given me a whole new perspective

on what you do for a living. - Did you call her?

- Who? - I told you not to call her!

Jenny, I told him not to bother you.

Yeah. It's okay.

- How are you? Do you need anything?

I can pop something over

after I give your dad his meds and lunch.

No, I'm... I'm good.

- Okay. Well, we should get going then.

- Yeah, 'cause we're gonna go and paint the town red.

- You wish. - Yeah.

- Jenny, listen, okay? There is nothing wrong with you

that a good night of sleep won't fix.

And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Yeah, thanks, Kelly. I--

We really appreciate contributions

from law enforcement...

especially those still active on the force.

- Well, to be honest, I almost didn't show up

after I saw what you named your podcast -

"Slaughter into Wine?"

Would you like a t-shirt?

No. I'm good. Thanks.

You made it?

- You said these two had something I'd wanna see?

Glad you came.

Since we posted part one of the Dyanne Tucci story,

we've received tons of support and messages.

But... this email in particular caught our attention.

This was sent by an anonymous source.

Claiming that they were with Shane Tucci

the night that Dyanne disappeared.

- Shane was at the track drinking with friends.

Witnesses saw him, his credit card statements back it up.

We know all this.

The email says Shane's alibi is bogus.

- Okay. Not to rain on your parade,

but we get a hundred of these "tips" every case.

Yes, so do we. But this one stood out...

Fiery Ruckus. Dance Me Gently.

Boosty. Scarlett Moonbeam.

- All racehorses that ran the night Dyanne disappeared.

- What if Shane wasn't at the track all night?

What if he left long enough to kill Dyanne,

and the person who sent this email saw him leave?

The problem is we have no way of reaching

whomever sent the email.

I do.

- Hi Jenny. - Hey.

What's all this?

Donovan just um...

he asked me to do him a- a favour?

- Okay... it couldn't wait two days?

I mean, it was for a case,

so what was I supposed to do say, say no?

Jenny, why are we here?

Um...

- And no, I'm sleepwalking, is not the answer.

- Because, if I don't fix this...

someone might get hurt.

Okay.

I'll make sure this is waiting for you

in the control room once you're done here today.

So. How are the new SSRIs?

- Yeah, they're good. They're fine.

- Well, I was reviewing the data from last night

with the technician,

and I was somewhat surprised to see

that you've been having more REM sleep here

then I understand you were at home.

- I mean, isn't that a good thing?

It's a bit abnormal.

For most people it's the opposite.

Are you saying...

that my stress is coming from home?

- Let's see what today yields before we draw any conclusions.

Get through the multiple sleep latency test.

Which is really a fancy way to say--

A nap. Yeah.

I'm proud of you, Jenny.

Stay with this.

- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I'm coming. I'm coming.

- Ha ha! Salut! - Hey!

Tiens toi!

The chicken farm is only five kilometers away,

so we thought, why not surprise our son.

- You still came all this way just for chickens though?

- A chicken. - No. Heirloom chickens.

- Maybe, maybe you two could go with René to pick them up?

- Y-yes please! - Yeah.

- Yeah? - 100%. Yeah.

I know I don't look farmsy,

but I feel like I had horses in another life.

Dad, you really bring this?