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Previously on Private Eyes.

You're almost 18 years old,

and you are a mature,
remarkable young lady.

Which is why we think that
it's time you moved out.

And we think the coach house out back

may be the perfect
first apartment for you.

Wait. You're serious?

- Cool. Uh, let's go check it out.
- OK.

Aww. Aren't they cute?

My God. What have we done?

Now, she won't have to sneak
out to go stay at Liam's dorm.

She what?!

- I see a woman. Dark eyes.
- No.

- Don't know anyone like that.
- Don't wait too long.

No one has forever.

Man. That crazy psychic didn't
know what she was talking about.

Oh, I couldn't hear anything

- from behind the curtain.
- Good.

- What am I gonna do?
- You're... pregnant.

- Is the teddy bear for the baby?
- Yeah.

It will never get to see its daddy.

Stop!

Enough, Earl. Better to go to jail
for one murder than for three.

Four.

No!

Call 911. Angie, stay with me.

Ange?

I can't believe this is happening.

I just keep going over it in my head.

I got to her as quickly as I could.

Oh, no. You can't blame yourself.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

- Whoa. Oh.
- Come on.

Mom. It's fine. I'm fine.

- Shade, help me out here?
- Yeah.

Nora, the laparoscopy
showed minimal damage.

The bullet went right through her.

It hit a vital organ.

My liver. If it's anything like
yours, it's a tough one.

I see the bullet didn't
nick your sarcasm.

Sorry. I get surly when I'm in pain.

More flowers!

- What a waste of money.
- That's what I said.

Oh, that wound is gonna
leave such a scar.

Oh, poor thing. One piece
bathing suits from now on.

Oh, are you kidding? That
scar is like a badge of honour

for being a stone-cold heroine.

You saved a pregnant woman's life.

Thank you. Mom!

It's not a staycation. I'll probably
be out of here tomorrow.

What? Are you kidding me?

You got shot less than 72 hours ago.

You're not going anywhere for a while.

Besides, never underestimate
the power of cute recovery wear.

Cute for whom, Nora?

Oh, she hasn't seen her day
nurse. He's very... fit.

- Can you not?
- Look, I broke three ribs

on my right side,

and the only comfortable
position for me to sit in

was at a 45-degree angle
with my feet elevated.

- I need to get out of here.
- Doctor says no.

No!

Come on! Just one file.

A missing dog. A paranoid
husband. Anything.

Zoe and I got the agency handled.

Your only job now is to rest.

Here. Take a trip to morphine island.

- It'll help you sleep.
- I'm sleeping fine.

Hey!

Sweet dreams.

Nora?

I was just... making sure
that she wasn't faking it.

Bye.

I have never met anyone
as stubborn as that woman.

Oh, there must be a mirror
around here somewhere.

How you holding up, Matt?

Ah, the agency is busy,
but I'm handling it.

I'm not talking about the agency.
I'm talking about Angie.

We almost lost her.

Yeah, but we didn't. She's fine.

All right. You're not ready.

That's OK. You'll get
there on your own time.

Dad, can you get a ride
home with Jules and Nora?

- I gotta get back to work.
- Yeah, no problem.

I can show Liam how to change that
leaky faucet in the coach house.

Hey, hey.

He's a great kid, and he helps
out a lot around the house.

You take care. I'll see you soon.

See you, Dad.

That's something I can get
behind, new children's ward.

Wow! Thank you so much!
That's very generous.

- Matt Shade, am I right?
- Yeah, guilty.

You know, if you throw
a fundraising party

and collect over 10 000,
you become a bronze patron.

- Your name goes on a wall.
- Oh, yeah?

My name on a wall, you say?

- Nigel Sweeney, hospital PR.
- Hey.

The new wing'll provide over 30
beds for the children's cancer unit.

I'll see what I can do. In the meantime,

can I replace this beaten
up donations box?

It functions, but it sure
doesn't look pretty.

Give me your business card.

I'll have a new one over here tomorrow.

Wow, I really... thank you.

Yeah. Anything for the kids.

Agua...

Nurse?

Whoa.

Hello?

Hmm.

Hello?

How are we this evening, Ms. Jones?

Time for your medication.

... Tate believes?

Doesn't matter. You better
keep your mouth shut.

You're taking money from me.

What, the stupid pythons?

You say anything, and you're
a dead man. Got me? Dead!

Ahem.

This is Matt Shade. Leave a message.

Shade! I need you to
come to the hospital.

I heard a fight and somebody's
gonna get killed, so... hurry!

I clearly heard a man threatened.

Why aren't you taking me seriously?

Look.

With all my injuries,

I was on morphine five, maybe six times.

- And that makes you an expert?
- Enough of an expert to know

the hallucinogenic effects it
can have on your D receptors.

One time, I thought I was Michael Bublé.

I sang every word that came
out of my mouth for six hours.

I clearly heard a man threatened.

I don't think "clear" is
the right word to describe

anything that happened last night.

Shade! Oh, my God,
there's a monster in heels.

You need to come to the
hospital! There was a fight.

And frats! No. Frats.
What? Why can't I say frats?

It's T... H... R

E... tay. Tate? Tate!

I called the hospital right
after I got this last night.

The night nurse said
you were fast asleep.

I could've sworn I called for help.

- Hey all!
- Hey, Danica.

Did you find anything?

Uh, so I personally
checked all the rooms,

and I talked to the nurse.

Who, by the way, have you
seen? Because... wow.

And every patient is exactly
where they should be.

Maybe the person I heard
threatened got discharged.

Have I ever told you
about Inspector Baird?

My last year of police college,
I was on a ride-along,

and we got a call. It was a burglary.

We ended up in a shootout...

and Baird was shot.

So was a baby goat.

It wasn't a real baby goat.

It was a stuffed baby goat.
I did not know that at the time.

It was very traumatic.

What was my point?

My point is this was Baird's
third time being shot,

and it still took him months
to deal with the trauma.

I'm dealing. It's dealt with.

Or you're inventing a crime
to avoid the trauma.

I heard the word "dead."

Without context, you don't
know what you heard.

And without proof,

I can't investigate this
any further. I'm sorry.

Right. Well, we understand.

Thanks.

Talk to you later.

Hey, I, um... I brought you a surprise.

Tada!

It's already on the hospital Wi-Fi,

and I loaded it with all your
favourite reality shows.

I don't do reality TV.

Hey. I've seen your PVR.

Cat Fights of Louisiana
did not download itself.

What's the matter? You don't like it?

I love it. It's perfect.

All right, cool. I'll call you later.

Zoe.

Hey, boss lady!

Did you get my flowers?
Did you love them?

Oh, I love them, Zoe!

Listen. I need you to do me a favour.

OK? And just keep it between us gals.

Hey!

You must be Rick. And if that's
a latte, you're killing me.

Please tell me it's on the lunch menu.

Ah, nurse's lounge special.

It's good to see you up and about.

That is a cute tracksuit.

- Oh!
- But you are gonna need these

in case you wanna stick your head
in to peek at the new wing.

Everyone says they won't,
and then they do.

OK. Thank you.

By the way, I... I wanted
to apologize for my mother.

Nora? Why?

No idea, but I assume she's said

or done something really inappropriate.

Uh, yeah. You know, she did try to
slip a C-note into my waistband.

Wanted me to pay extra
attention to her daughter.

I'm mortified.

And also... a little bored.

So... this is ground zero, huh?

- Yeah.
- Wow.

You've got more bells and whistles there

than the cockpit of a 747.

All for the safety of our patients.

You know, from here,
I can listen in on anybody.

- Really?
- Yeah. You, room C-6.

You talk in your sleep.

- No.
- Mmhm.

The other night, it was about
some lucky boy named Matt.

Oh! He's not a boy.

That's just my business partner.

Ah, you weren't talking much business.

So I'm, uh, C-6.
I guess this is 7, 8, 9.

And then 10 through...

- 12.
- Excuse me. Hello?

Seriously?! I took on
over 30 grand in debt,

and now he wants what?!

Security to the front desk, please.

Security to the front desk.

"Luke Lancaster. Discharged."

Yeah, right.

Nurse to Ward 3. Ward 3.

- Hey, Everett.
- Hey.

So those voices I heard?
They came from room C-12.

Now, paperwork says a patient
named Luke Lancaster

was discharged, but was he really?

Yes!

Because that's what the paperwork says.

What if Lancaster's in danger?

I mean, would you be
able to sleep at night,

knowing that something happened
that you could've prevented?

Yes.

No.

Fine. I'll find him and go talk to him.

Great! OK. Uh... Pick me up on the way.

I can probably slip out for an hour.

Nice try, Everett.

Shade, stop treating me like a
delicate flower with no brain.

You're my business partner.

You know what? No, actually.
You're more than that.

You're my friend.
You should know better.

You know what? I do know better.

You're staying right where you are.

End of conversation.

I loaded up that tablet
for you. Go use it.

Hey!

Pretend I'm someone else.

- Zoe?
- Da... strinda,

my very good friend.

Be cool, Zo.

Did you find anyone named Tate

who worked at the hospital last night?

Dates? Oh, yeah. Three this week.

I am swiping right and
taking no prisoners.

- Ah.
- Dastrinda? Talk fast.

OK. Uh, see if any of
them have a record,

or maybe have had a
mysterious accident lately?

Mm. Got it. On it. Talk soon!

- Sorry. Girl talk.
- Mmhm.

Do you need anything, boss?

Yeah, an address on Luke Lancaster.

And, um, if you talk to your
friend Dastrinda again,

tell her she better be calling
you from her hospital bed.

Mm! So creamy. So coffee-y.

What magic did you work
to make this happen, Mia?

Hmm! My staff ticket to
anywhere in the hospital.

But you didn't get it from me.

That's what I love about you.

- Not afraid to break the rules.
- Mmhm...

OK. Out with it.

There's something weird going on

and Shade won't even
talk to me about it.

He isn't taking it well, is he?

- What?
- Your shooting.

Oh. Well, it's not easy,
running the agency alone,

- but he's got Zoe there.
- I mean you, you dork!

- You could've died.
- Well, he's OK. Isn't he?

The night you were brought in...

... at first, he was in
the eye of the storm,

giving the emerge' team
a detailed account

- of what happened, but...
- Sounds like Shade.

After that... when they were
trying to stop the bleeding...

- ... he was scared.
- Of course he was.

I'm the only one with a
key to the liquor cabinet.

The eyes don't lie.

He really cares about you.

Now is not the time.

What I mean is someone in
this hospital is in trouble.

I need your help to figure out who.

Luke Lancaster? I'm Matt Mosley.

I'm an investigator with the hospital.

They have their own investigators?

I understand there was an altercation
in your room last night.

My sources tell me someone
was threatened?

- Wasn't me.
- So it was you who did the threatening?

Are you accusing me of
something? Or, uh...

is this the hospital's way of
avoiding my real complaints?

- What complaints?
- That place is a gong show.

All that construction,
drilling, people fighting.

- You heard a fight?
- Yeah. Two guys yelling at one another.

I think it had to do with a python.

A python.

You didn't happen to
be on a morphine drip?

Don't play dumb.
I heard it clear as day.

"Stupid python."

You know, every year,
at least 30 get lost

in the city's sewer system.
I looked it up.

Maybe that's why they were drilling.

- Drilling?
- Yeah.

Drilling practically in my room.

All right. I'll look into it.
Thanks for your help.

Hey, don't forget about the python!

They find two-pronged bites in people,

someone's getting sued.

Did either of them
have a distinct voice?

- An accent? Anything?
- I don't know!

It was... it was muffled,
and I was groggy.

One of them had...
kind of a sharp cough.

Here we go. OK.

Last night, there were eight
people working on your ward.

Not one of them was a man.

Damn it.

Well, if it wasn't a person on staff,

and it wasn't a patient...

maybe it was just a morphine dream.

That cough.

Hey, Mia. Are you ready to get
down with some inventory?

- That the voice?
- That's the voice.

You two talking about me?

Angie overheard someone's life
being threatened last night.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Turns out it was you.

OK. I'm sorry, but, uh,
who even are you?

- This is Angie.
- Oh, you're the friend.

- PI that got shot.
- Yeah.

Is this you?

Are you getting your PI
friend to check up on me?

Oh, please.

- Are you two?
- Lord, no.

- Never again.
- We tried.

Couldn't look at each other for weeks.

Work was hell.

- There it is. That's the cough.
- Allergies.

I heard that cough during the
fight when you were threatened.

- It never happened.
- Wha... so...

So you weren't in my ward on
the third floor last night?

Look. I don't want to be rude,

but whatever you heard
had nothing to do with me.

OK?

OK.

Hey, Everett. You were right.

We should get to work.

- We'll talk.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Bye, Shade.

- Later, Mia. Who was that?
- It's Mia's partner.

The second I heard his voice,
I thought it was him last night,

- but... no.
- Well, I may be onto something.

You'll never guess who else
heard an argument last night.

- Luke Lancaster.
- Ha! And you didn't believe me!

Well, I believed you
heard it in your head.

- And now?
- And now,

I believe I have some
investigating to do.

We'll regroup in the morning?

- You got it. Goodnight, Shade.
- OK.

Hey.

What does python mean to you guys?

- Snakes.
- Snakes.

- Other than snakes?
- My biceps.

There is no other than snakes.

The word python is Greek and Latin

and refers to the serpent
slayed by Apollo.

Look at her. Two months in school

and already smarter than both of us.

No, I'm missing something.

You missed dinner, Mr. Shade.

Liam, you know you can
just call him Matt?

- Yeah? I was hoping that.
- No.

Uh, we could just keep
things formal, though.

Uh, you know, I call
you Mr. Shade, and...

you call me Mr. Liam? It could
be, like, our thing, or...

No, that's just...
That was just crazy talk.

Why switch it now?

Dad, I can practically hear you
side-eyeing my boyfriend.

Come on. The kid does the
dishes, for crying out loud.

Liam... I was just kidding.

Of course, you can call me Matt.

But, uh, do me a favour and
adiós that trash, will you?

Oh, yeah! On it!

Dad, it's time.

- You need to talk about it.
- We just did.

Liam lives with you.

40 feet from where I sleep, I might add,

but we're not gonna get into that.

I love you, so I'm OK with it.

Next subject.

She's talking about Angie.

You almost lost your best friend.

You're my best friend, sweetheart.

I'm not five anymore.

In my first year music therapy
class, you know what I learned?

To respect your elders?

When someone close to
you experiences trauma,

you experience trauma.

I'm not traumatized.

You don't process your
feelings, you won't heal.

And what would you suggest, Doctor?

Well... meditative music.

Look, I have to do it
for my class anyways.

I can just put it on your phone.

Come on, hand it over.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

She's right.

- She's young.
- Look, if you...

Dad, I know what you're gonna say.

And I can't. Not now.

OK.

Yeah, I'm going to bed.

No, stop...

Oh...

- Hello, sweetheart.
- Mom.

Someone got morphine happy
last night, fell out of bed.

They came into my room,
and they drugged me.

Of course they did, sweetheart.

You look nice.

Wait.

Is this for Nurse Rick?

- No!
- Good morning, ladies.

- Good morning, Rick.
- And so...

here's your lightly burnt
toast and an egg scramble

with a side of... well,
you don't wanna know.

But I did score you
the last bran muffin.

- It's the only real food here.
- Thanks, Rick.

Hey, um...

you can unlock the
morphine drips, right?

I'm sorry. This is the end of
the line for your morphine.

- Can't top you up, honey.
- Someone already did.

They came into my room last night.

I heard you took a tumble.

Night nurse came running, found
you on the floor unconscious.

Did she see anyone leaving my room?

We lock things down tight after hours.

- No one gets in or out.
- Unless you work here.

- Angie!
- Are you asking me if I drugged you?

I heard a fight about money
the other night, and then...

I heard you fighting about
money the next morning.

Well, not that it's any
of your business,

but my soon-to-be ex-husband
left me with thousands in debt,

which is why I've been working
night shifts at a seniors' home.

I'm an idiot, Rick.

I'm so sorry.

Rick!

You get the shoe covers I left for you?

I can't believe you found
them in electric blue.

Totally my hero.

I hope this is a good time.
I just wanted to...

pop in and see how your stay
has been with us so far.

The hospital has a concierge?

Kind of. Nigel, hospital PR.

Nora, Angie's mom.

Well, look, I hope the construction

in the new wing hasn't been
a stress on your recovery.

Well, she has been hearing voices,
but I think it's the morphine.

- Mom!
- With these outdated buildings,

noise travels in strange ways.

But... we're adjusting
the construction schedule.

The comfort of our
patients is tantamount.

She gets bran muffins and morphine,

but what does a poor mother
fraught with worry get?

You're suggesting a service
for the patients' families.

- Interesting.
- Actually, I did have some ideas.

Let's start in the waiting room.

Oh.

I was thinking...

Ow!

Hey, Everett.

- You sleep OK last night?
- No!

Someone came in my room
and upped my morphine.

And yet, you sound so happy about it.

- Because I think it was Jared.
- The paramedic?

Are you sure?

I don't know. I didn't
see the guy's face,

but I just found an EMS pin in my bed.

So... why the happy?

What if...

... they drugged me to silence me?

Someone help me out here.

That would mean he wants
you to stop investigating.

And that means we're on the right track.

And if you're right, he was
one of the voices you heard!

I get it.

So what now?

911. I have an emergency.

Oh, really? What's the emergency?

That if you don't drink this,
it's gonna get cold?

Something tells me this
isn't just a cup of coffee.

It's an apology.

I'm a little embarrassed
about yesterday.

The voices... I mean,
I don't even know you.

It was definitely the
morphine, so... sorry?

It's all good.

And I'm sorry for getting my back up.

Well, who wouldn't have?

- Here.
- Thanks.

- Agh!
- I'm such a klutz. Are you OK?

I'm fine.

Great. I'll smell like coffee all day.

It was your pin, Jared.

That was almost too easy.

Thank you for doing this.

Normally, if someone asked me to track

my partner's key card movements
through the hospital,

I'd tell them where to go.

But... if he really tried to hurt you,

I want him busted.

Are you sure you haven't noticed

anything different about him lately?

I guess if I... dig deep,
he's been distracted.

I mean, the guy is intense,
usually laser focused,

- but not so much lately.
- For how long?

A couple of months?

Honestly, I thought it was
'cause we broke up.

Oh, crap. Look.

Gotcha.

The key card shows he was here
the night I heard the argument

and last night.

What a snake!

Maybe he's our python. This is it.

This is the office Jared used
the key card to get into.

It is right next door to
Luke Lancaster's room.

He could've heard the
voices through the wall.

Vivian Novak ring any bells?

Not even one.

OK. I'm texting Zoe.

I'll get her to look into Vivian Novak,

see if she has any connection to Jared.

What was he doing in here
in the middle of the night?

Not meeting Vivian Novak.

He used his own key card
to get in, not hers.

Plus, the two voices I heard
were definitely male.

The only thing I'm interested
in here is this.

And it's password protected.

What?

Hide!

Uh, who are you?!

We're private investigators.

And I think someone's been watching you.

Ah, but why?

Why would anyone break in here?

You say you're investigating this.

- You know who's behind it?
- We have our suspicions,

but nothing concrete.

The patient next door
heard drilling, and... ah.

Can you think of anyone in the hospital

that might have issues with you?

I manage the entire
staff at this hospital,

uh, budgets, departments,
the new pediatric wing.

All I deal with are issues,

but it's not like I have enemies.

Can you think of any reason

why someone would plant
a camera in your office?

Look, I... I basically walk to my desk,

sit at my computer, then leave.

That's it.

Information. I mean,
you must have access

to all the files in the hospital, right?

Sure. Patients, fundraisers,
staff, prescriptions.

Do you see every prescription
that leaves the hospital?

We get a surprisingly
large number of patients

who are feigning illness or injury,

when, really, all they want is a
top up to feed their addictions.

Our doctors are trustworthy,

but we still have to keep track
of what they're prescribing.

And, of course, you need
a password to access them.

Of course.

So Jared broke in,

planted the camera and got
Vivian Novak's password,

and then I think he went back
to print prescriptions to sell.

But then he fought with someone.

Maybe he got caught...
ow. Stupid seatbelt.

Don't blame the car.

Maybe they just discharged you too soon.

Or not. Ahem. Here.

Is that better?

Yeah. Thanks.

If Jared got caught going
through someone's office,

he would've been fired... unless
he bribed whoever caught him.

No.

You know, if he is
selling prescriptions,

he's probably only got one buyer.

You're thinking drug dealer?

You know it.

Oh! Oh!

- Oh!
- When did this happen?

Her boyfriend hooked her up.

She still with Rory?

- It's never gonna last.
- Oh, I don't know.

They have matching avatar outfits,

except her flamethrower is pink camo.

Ah. What's the update on Jared?

He could try his credit cards
in a five-cent candy machine,

and they'd still get cut up.

- Accounts emptied out too?
- You'd think.

But last week, he deposited 25K.

Since then, he's been withdrawing
500 bucks twice a day,

and always at the same ATM.

Have you got an address for that ATM?

Yup. Titus Sports and Games.

Not that scuzz hole.

It's a bar slash gambling joint.

Well, that explains why he
can't pay off his credit cards.

He's in deeper than we thought.

That place is not for
the faint of heart.

Someone's got a deep dark past.

Yeah. My mom.

What?

Nora seems right at home.

Don't think that doesn't
bug the hell out of me.

If things go sideways, you
get the hell out of Dodge,

- OK?
- I can handle myself.

Yeah, I know you can,
but there's being tough,

and then there's being stupid.
You're still injured.

- No!
- Yeah!

You're Angie Everett.

That's what is says on my gun licence.

She's your kid all right.

This is my partner, Matt Shade.

Nora says you might be able

to give us some information
on Jared Brenner.

This stays in the cone, yeah?

Of course.

Jared got in deep. Quick too.

Sports, point spreads.

The kid doesn't know when to stop.

That explains why he's
selling prescriptions.

Nah. Anyone selling 'scripts,
I'd know about it.

Does he owe anybody money?

Little Mikey.

Big Mikey's kid?

Came in here this morning,
looking for Jared.

Wasn't too happy.

I bet this Little Mikey is
the same guy I heard

in Vivian Novak's office.

We need to get to Jared before he does.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Jared? Open the door.

What's that?

Help!

Jared?

- Hey!
- Agh!

Ugh. Damn it.

- Everett?
- Did you get the guy?

No. Are you OK?

Yeah. I called 911.

Whoever knocked him
out... wanted him dead.

Thank you.

Jared's in stable but
critical condition.

With all the swelling on his brain,

they've induced a coma.

Danica and her team should be
finished with the scene soon.

Popped three stitches.

I shouldn't have kicked in the door.

No, you shouldn't have.

Find anything?

Half a shoeprint on the fence.

I don't think we're gonna
get anything off the bookend.

Any sign of forced entry?

None. He must have known the guy.

Maybe it's this Little Mikey
you were talking about?

I'm gonna need a copy of
your files on this case.

Yeah. We'll have Zoe
send them right over.

OK.

Speaking of.

According to Zoe,

straitlaced Vivian Novak
isn't who she says she is.

Come on. Let's get you cleaned up.

Vivian Novak: hospital administrator,

single, three kids in university.

And then, I checked what kind of car

Vivian Novak drives. Minivan.

- And?
- There it was.

Vivian Novak's driver's license

with a picture of Vivian Novak on it,

but the last name?

Not Novak. It's...

We're not gonna do a drum roll, Zoe.

Someday.

- Vivian Tate.
- You're kidding!

But it gets better.

Not only is Vivian in charge
of the new pediatric wing,

she's also in charge
of all of its funding.

So we know Novak is Tate!

Kids, millions, it all fits.

Except for the pesky python.

Maybe one of the voices
I heard was female.

Maybe Jared caught her
stealing from the fund.

Three kids in university,
that's not cheap.

So he catches her stealing
from a pot of millions.

He threatens to out her unless
she cuts him a cheque.

If he recorded her stealing,

she'd be on the hook for as
long as he wanted her to be.

It might make her desperate
enough to try to kill him.

Seriously?

You're asking if I tried
to kill a paramedic

after stealing money from sick children?

I heard someone mention
Tate, which you are.

Which I was... until three weeks ago,

when I walked down the aisle.

You got married again.

That explains why your driver's
license is in your old name, but...

you're the only one with access
to the pediatric wing fund.

Wait a minute.

Someone's using your computer
to steal from the fund.

That's impossible.

Well, someone did have
a camera in your office.

Oh, my God! No!

- No, no, no, no, no, no!
- How much is missing?

Over $300 000.

I'm gonna call in to Danica.

- What is it?
- Those footsteps.

I've heard them before.

They belong to one of the voices.

Dr. Russell, call 1-7-5.

Nigel, right? Angie.

Oh! Hello again. You're looking well.

And you, sir, many thanks
for the new donations box.

Happy to help.

Those... are some fine
shoes, Mr. Sweeney.

- Oh. Thank you.
- Alligator?

No. Python.

Well... nice to see you both.

Hope I never do again.

Little hospital humour.

Ah. Luke Lancaster was right.

There is a snake loose in the hospital.

Damn. OK. Yeah. Put a rush on it.

Nigel Sweeney's accounts
came back clean.

He's gotta be funnelling
the stolen money.

Maybe... through a business?

Forensics accounting,
they'll find the money trail.

- It just might take a while.
- We don't have a while.

If he's in this with Jared, then
he knows we're investigating.

In fact, how much do you wanna bet

he's the one that smashed
Jared over the head?

Which means Nigel's probably
already moving the money.

And Jared could be in danger.

I've posted a unit by his side.

Look, without proof, I have no
way of charging Nigel Sweeney.

- Unless we get him to admit it.
- I don't see how.

I think I do.

Mom? Stop glaring at him.

He drugged my baby girl.

See if his phone is in there.

- It's not here.
- I wanna be part of the heist.

- It's not a heist.
- Nora, we need you to stay here.

If Nigel comes by to check on Jared,

you tell him he's out of his
coma, but he's just sleeping.

- And then, get Nigel out of here.
- OK.

That's just in case he comes by.

For our plan to work,
we need him to think

that Jared's no longer in a coma.

- Got it?
- Got it.

Found it.

- Stay here.
- OK. Bye.

Excuse me?

Could you be a dear and get
me a glass of water, please?

Thank you.

I think someone needs a haircut.

- Three, five, two.
- We're in.

But Jared kept all the
texts he sent to Nigel.

Look at the last one.

"I'm gonna need a little more
incentive to keep quiet."

Anything that implicates Nigel?

I don't think so.

He was too smart for that,

but let's figure out how this all began.

Oh, my God. Guys, get this.

"The person who witnessed you
steal from the kids' donation box."

Nigel caught Jared breaking
into the donations box

- for the children's fund.
- The one by the thermometer?

That's how he got Jared
to do his dirty work:

break into Vivian's office,
install the cameras...

get her passwords and
transfer the money.

Keeping his hands squeaky clean.

Not for long. Hey, Nigel.

Nice try, but I'm still alive.

They know everything.
Meet me in the new wing.

You two are gonna confront him?

Not us.

I am.

- Jared?!
- Nigel.

How could you do it,
steal from the children?

Vivian? I've never stolen
anything in my life.

Jared told me everything.

He told me how you caught him
stealing from the donations box,

how you blackmailed him into
installing the camera in my office.

- What a wild story.
- I have proof.

You went to his house.

That was you who smashed
his head in with a bookend.

- No, it was not!
- The thing you didn't know

is that we installed a hidden
camera in his front entry.

I don't believe you.

Then I guess I'll just take
the footage to the police...

unless you know anyone who
would take it off my hands...

for a price?

- How much?
- 20%.

That's over $60 000!

Leaving you a cool quarter of a mil'.

Do you know how many years
I've grovelled for donations?

I raise all the money here!

- I deserve a cut!
- So you took it,

- hundreds of thousands of dollars.
- That's right, I did.

You know, the last time I
overheard something fishy,

I didn't record it. So this
time, I made sure I did.

- Give me that recorder.
- Mm, no.

Ah! Ah!

- Police!
- Police!

I can't believe that worked.

Nigel Sweeney, you're under arrest.

- You broke my wrist!
- Anything for the kids.

Dr. Alexander to Pediatrics.

Dr. Alexander to Pediatrics.

Hey. I brought you a hat.

- Why?
- Well, my mom's not much of a barber.

Oh, I don't know. I think the
new 'do is gonna give him

just the kind of edge he needs,
considering where he's going.

- And where is that?
- Oh. Think, uh, communal showers,

bars, prison tats.

Shoot, that gave it away.

Hi. I'm Detective Danica Powers.

I haven't even had a chance
to explain myself.

Oh, there's no need.

Nigel already folded
like a cheap suit...

in python shoes.

He used me.

- Look, he tried to kill me!
- If it's any consolation,

your list of crimes is
almost as long as his:

embezzlement, fraud,
breaking and entering.

Oh, my personal favourite: assault.

Assault?! I never hurt anyone!

No, but you could have...

if I hadn't stopped you
from drugging me.

You're lucky she was injured.

Tangle with her when she's
not, you won't get out alive.

See you in court.

You know, you're cute
when you're protective.

Oh, no, Everett. I'm cute all the time.

Think you can put one over me?

- What's in this again?
- Ah, that's ginger beer,

- pineapple juice and...
- Cherry syrup.

Mm! Oh, yes, that's what I'm tasting:

the total lack of alcohol.

You do not need booze to relax, dear.

- Top you up, Nora?
- Yes, please.

There you go.

Don't look at me like that.

This has been a very
stressful time for me!

Uh, Angie, I made you something.

- What is that?
- Only the most brilliant thing

in the world, Matt. Mr. Shade.

- Ma... Matt.
- Liam.

It's OK. Chill.

I, uh, put together a
little sonic mantra,

a few ocean waves, a little John Legend

- to keep things saucy.
- Thank you, Jules.

You get me.

I should get going, though.
I have some meds to take.

- Oh, I packed them.
- Sorry, in what?

Uh, your suitcase is at the front door.

My suitcase?

You're gonna be a guest
at Casa de Shade,

just for a couple of days.

- Oh. No. No. No.
- Everett, you're good at lots of things,

but recuperating is not one of them.

- Yeah.
- But... that's unnecessary.

I'm just gonna go home.

- No, it's settled.
- Settled.

- Settled.
- Settled.

Apparently, it's settled.

Welcome.

- That better be wine.
- Yeah, you know it is.

So what the hell were you thinking,

kicking in that door?

You know you could've picked
that lock in under 30 seconds.

Kicking in a door is way cooler.

You got me there, Everett.

What's with this "Everett" thing?

When's the last time
you called me Angie?

You were bleeding out
in the Hall of Mirrors.

Oh.

Look... you need to be more careful.

If there's no more you,
there's no more us.

- Well, that's not true.
- It kind of is.

Shade, if something happened to me...

- you'd be fine.
- Are you kidding?

The agency would close.

Partner in a PI firm bites the dust,

business is gonna get slim.

So, like I said, just be more careful.

No more jumping in front of bullets, OK?

Angie?

OK. No more bullets. I promise.