All language subtitles for Private Eyes - 05x03 - Dead Air.SYNCOPY.Eng(1)

♪ Way back, I was
steppin' with another ♪

♪ Then you walked into my life ♪

♪ One look and my heart was undercover ♪

♪ It was gone, all right ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

It won't do the one job it's
supposed to. It's broken.

- I'll get it fixed!
- Take your headphones off!

Oh.

Dark roast Americano, right?

What? It wasn't working.
I pressed every button.

- Interesting button.
- OK. Listen,

when I said I wanted a new coffee maker,

I meant the exact same one I had before.

But this one...

mimics pour-over, so the
grounds are perfectly saturated.

Plus, it heats the water to 169 degrees,

the ultimate temperature
for making a cup of coffee.

And it has a frother!

I like my coffee un-frothed.

Are you sure you're not just...

tired from being out on another date

with your rock star boyfriend?

I guess he's forgiven you for
ignoring him in high school.

Oh, he's forgiven me, all right.

What about you? How was your
date with Jada yesterday?

Oh, wait. Let me guess:

ice cream on a park bench
at two in the afternoon.

It was noon. We enjoyed a light lunch.

What is with the lunches? I mean,

take her out for a nice dinner already.

I plan to. We've just
both been busy, that's all.

- Hi there.
- Hi.

Can we help you?

Um, I don't know. I've never
done anything like this before.

Oh!

Thank you.

I haven't had my morning cup yet.

You're welcome.

OK.

My husband is hiding something from me.

$52 580, to be exact.

It went missing from
our savings account.

Did you ask him about it?

He said he invested it in
stocks for our retirement,

but he keeps forgetting
to show me any paperwork.

Well, money always leaves a paper trail.

- I'm sure we could find it for you.
- There's more.

- It's embarrassing.
- Anything you say here is confidential.

He's been acting... strange.

One moment, he's loving. The
next, he barely looks at me.

He doesn't sleep. I find him
awake in the middle of the night,

just... staring.

The other day, he came home
smelling like an ashtray.

He doesn't even smoke.

I mean, his whole thing
is openness and honesty.

Well, both of those
can be hard sometimes.

No, you don't understand.

Open and honest is Rohan's catchphrase.

Your husband has a catchphrase?

Uh...

Is your husband Dr. Rohan Love?

He is, yes.

- Who?
- Dr. Love's Power Hour, 56.3 FM.

He wrote a book on
modern couples therapy.

Please, you'll find
out what he's hiding?

Sure. Solving mysteries is what we do.

Consider that our catchphrase.

$52 580.

A number that specific
must be easy to match.

Zoe, what can you tell
us about his radio show?

So Dr. Love's Power Hour is
a daily column therapy show

where people call in to ask for advice.

But my favourite episodes
are when he brings a couple

into the studio, usually
on the brink of a breakup,

and does a live therapy
session. I'll show you.

- Is it recorded?
- And streamed online.

Oh, this is a good one.

Emily has cancer,

and while she was at home,
recovering from chemo,

she develops a shopping addiction.

She spends all of her
and her wife's savings.

Meanwhile, Jess...

she feels emotionally trapped

because she can't be mad at Emily
'cause, you know, well, cancer.

Seems so intrusive, so... voyeuristic.

1000%. It's amazing!

Jessie,

how does it make you feel

when you hear Emily talk
about her spending addiction?

Awful. I feel like I'm not
allowed to be mad at her

because she's so sick.

Oftentimes, we set aside our feelings

because we're comparing them to others,

but the key is to always communicate.

Be authentic with how you're
feeling, what you're doing.

Ugh! Communicate?

Be authentic? This guy needs
to practise what he preaches.

Oh...

Would you two stop it?

Vulnerability always gets to me.

Wow. OK. Um...

I am a well-known radio
host and a psychologist.

What do I need that 52K can buy?

And what about the mood swings?

Didn't Meera say that
he's been a different guy

the last couple of weeks?

Is there anyone down at the
station that he's close with?

Oh, Trash Williams.

His show is on right after Dr. Love,

and the two of them
have this on-air rivalry.

He's your basic middle-aged broski.

- What does that even mean?
- You, basically, but...

- less fussy.
- Is this still about the coffee maker?

Uh, maybe Trash Williams has
some intel he'd like to share.

Maybe he knows something
about Rohan's work life

that Meera's in the dark
about? What's his show?

Trash Talk Sports Thrown Down.

The Trash Talk Sports Thrown
Down is live with your host,

Trash Williams!

And a very surprise special guest,

Matt "The Shadow" Shade.

- Uh, thanks for having me.
- Hey. Stoked, man.

Puck bros for life?

Yeah.

Hmm.

What went wrong?

- Looking for something?
- Rohan Love!

I mean, sorry, um, Dr. Love.

I've actually been looking for you.

- Hmm. Here I am.
- I'm...

- Matt Shade's publicist.
- Mmhm.

Not a fan of sports.

Well, me neither, but I
am a fan of yours, though.

You actually helped me
through my last breakup.

- That's terrific.
- Yeah. Sorry.

Are you, uh, moving?

- Can I help you with something?
- No.

But maybe I can help you with something.

See, as a publicist, it's, uh, my job to

pay close attention to... public image,

and I couldn't help but notice that,

you know, there's been a
shift in your persona recently.

I mean, even a small change
can crash and burn a career.

My job is to put out
fires before they become...

bigger fires. Think
about your listeners,

your loyal fans. I mean, they need you.

Well, the old you. You can tell me.

- What's going on?
- Hmm.

I appreciate your concern.

I don't need a publicist. Excuse me.

We're talking more with Matt Shade
about how the game has changed

for the softer when we get back.

It's Dr. Love.

What's really important is
you talk about your feelings.

Boo-hoo! Call your mama!

- ... is you talk about your feelings.
- Boo-hoo!

- Talk about your feelings.
- Boo-hoo!

Don't be a baby! Tune in at one to talk

with Trash Williams on the
Trash Talk Sports Throw Down.

Wow. That's pretty
harsh towards Dr. Love.

Ah, it's all for show.

He comes after me. I box back.

It's ratings gold.

And we used to be pretty tight.

Used to be? What happened?

Locker room code of silence?

He thinks he's God's gift
to relationships, right?

But dude's on his third wife.

Oh. That's not something
The Love Doctor advertises.

Right?! I mean, it'd tank his ratings,

which haven't been great lately

because he's been a
real jerk to his callers.

If he's not careful, he's
gonna get ejected from the game.

Anyway, what's up with your publicist?

She's got a really nice smile.

Yeah, she's taken.

2 p.m. smoke break. Wow.

He really keeps to his schedule.

- Hey.
- Hey. I just got out. Where are you?

Uh, the corner of Richmond and Spadina.

I'm following Rohan. I
got a pic of his schedule.

- How'd it go with Trash?
- He said Love's tanking at work,

and he's got secrets,

like Meera being his third wife.

Love's not so lucky in love.

She might just be his
third ex-wife soon.

He's got a dinner date
scheduled for tonight,

and I've got a hunch it's not with her.

I can't get to you. Damn traffic.

Oh, that's fine. I'll
just follow him by myself.

- You sure?
- Yeah. I'll meet you later.

- Councilwoman.
- Your signature.

It's worth a fortune, I hear.

I'm serious, Don. You're
one of the last holdouts

on my petition to rejuvenate
the Gardenview Parkette.

And, as a local business
owner, I need your signature.

You're rejuvenating nothing.

You're turning all the green
space into parking lots and condos.

I'm telling you, I am
not signing that thing.

You wanna stand in the
way of progress? Fine.

The Red Bird might not be
long for this world anyway.

Whatever you say, Marcy.

Have a nice day.

Who was that?

That is a local councillor
who's a real pain in my...

you know what. Every few months,
she comes up with a new idea

to "modernize" the neighbourhood.

Yeah, but the Gardenview
was planted specifically

to attract bees and other pollinators.

Why would she want to destroy it?

Maybe she's allergic.

Heh. Well, she doesn't care
about anything but herself

and retaining that tiny
little slim piece of power.

Well, maybe there's something we can do.

Oh, there's something
we can do, all right.

Muffins. I'm in the mood.

Blueberry sound good?

- Sure, Grandpa.
- All right.

We can do more than muffins.

I knew you'd say that.

Zoey, will you make a note

that I am definitely not a broski?

- Jada! Hey!
- Oh!

I wanted to surprise you with lunch.

But you weren't here, so
your assistant got lucky.

Listen, as much as I appreciate
these impromptu day dates,

I cannot wait to take
you out for a proper meal.

Oh, you're just trying to get me
drunk so I spill the dirt on Angie.

Oh, I've got all the
dirt on her that I need.

I knew her as a rebellious teenager.

She's still a rebellious teenager.

Seriously, though, I've
got one week left of dreaded

parent-teacher interviews,
and then I am all yours.

I just... I wanted to make that clear.

Hmm. No, that's not really clear enough.

- No?
- Mm-mm.

What could I do get that message across?

Oh, I'm sure we could
come up with something.

Is that your phone buzzing?

It's most definitely his
phone. It's probably Angie.

Yeah. Angie and I have
a work thing tonight.

I should probably get home and prep.

- Sorry.
- No! Go. Go. It's, uh,

- this wasn't planned, so.
- All right. Well, date night soon.

You, me, fancy restaurant,
a good bottle of wine?

I can't wait.

Excellent choice.

Are we celebrating anything
special this evening?

- A quiet night without work.
- I got shot and survived.

Wonderful!

To...

- seizing the day.
- A peaceful evening.

What you said.

- They seem cozy.
- Real cozy.

Let's see if Zoe Chow

can put a name to this mystery woman.

So Dr. Love is having an affair.

Maybe... in-person therapy
for a regular caller?

Looks like a pretty hands-on
approach to therapy, don't you think?

- Hey, hey!
- Hey!

Are you still trying to
hack into that flash drive?

No luck yet, but you know
me. I love a good challenge.

Great! Well, then, I, uh, challenge you

not to freak out at the
picture I just texted you.

- Who dis?
- That would be

the mystery woman that Dr. Love
is currently on a date with.

But... Meera's the love of his life!

That's not Meera. I hate Not Meera.

Let's try and figure out her real name.

Oh, one more thing?

And you're not gonna like this either.

We need you to look
into his two ex-wives.

No. Mm-mm. I refuse to believe.

I hate to burst your bubble,
but it might be worth a follow.

- Speaking of following.
- Zoe, I'll call you back.

I love you so much.

- Thank you.
- OK.

- Thank you.
- OK.

Seriously.

- Do you see that?
- Rohan, get down!

Deep breaths.

- Deep breaths.
- I'm fine! I'm fine! I'm fine!

Damn it. We blew our cover.

Someone just tried to kill Dr. Love.

Are you sure you're OK? You
were pretty shook up last night.

All good.

Do you have the bullet?

I mean, it's understandable.

It's the first gunshot you heard
since you got shot yourself.

- It's OK to freak out.
- I didn't freak out!

- OK. Yeah. Maybe... a little.
- Hey, it's normal.

- I know you're tough.
- Oh, Angie! Matt!

OK. Can somebody just
tell me what's going on?

Dr. Love. Hi.

Uh, wasn't expecting you.

Well, I wasn't expecting my wife to hire

private investigators. Miss Publicist!

I couldn't keep it from him.

Not if we're getting the cops involved.

We're not getting the cops involved.

Dr. Love, with all due respect,
this is a little more serious

than we initially thought.
Your life is clearly in danger.

And what is it that
you initially thought?

This is just a misunderstanding

- between me and my wife. I...
- Ugh.

I still can't believe
you went behind my back

without even speaking to me.

I tried, but you're lying
about where that money went,

where you go at night, why your
mood swings are all over the map.

You need to stop gaslighting me!

I wish you would just... just trust me.

- Here it is.
- Good, thanks.

I love your show. Hate
that you're a target.

I'm not a target.

Right. Uh...

Well, can you think of any
reason anyone might want you dead?

Have you noticed anyone
following you around lately?

No one's been following me.

Oh, other than these two right here.

They're the reason
why my phone is broken.

OK.

Angie, did you see anyone
following him yesterday?

I was... out for a stroll when
you were taking your smoke break.

I knew you were smoking!

Who even are you?

- Let's all just calm down.
- Meena, can you please go to the car?

I promise I'll tell you everything.

Sweetheart, please.

Rohan. You need to talk to us.

Meena suffers from chronic anxiety,

and all you're doing is
feeding into it, so back off.

And that bullet? It's a stray.

What you need to do is find the person

who's been toying around with a gun.

But this case is closed.

He doesn't say that. I say that.

And this case is definitely not closed.

My spidey senses are tingling.

- Same.
- Yeah. We know what we saw.

Somebody took a shot at that guy.

Well, I'll take this bullet
to the lab and, hopefully,

it gives us something to go on.

So Dr. Love makes a huge
payment, then almost gets shot.

The two have to be connected.

What do we know about his ex-wives?

One lives in Miami, the other in Berlin.

That'd be a pretty
far-travelling bullet.

Besides, I have new intel.

- The mystery woman!
- When you sent me that pic last night,

I thought I recognized her.

I did some research this morning.

Mystery woman is Dr. Love's former
co-host from a few years ago,

Whitney Wu, sensational sexpert.

Oh. It wouldn't be the first time
two co-workers fell for each other.

Yeah. Uh, one other thing.

While I was digging around,

I found out that a
lot of Dr. Love's fans

are really angry at him.

Like revenge-level angry?

Maybe? @thehappylovebug
has been going off.

There's a huge anti-Dr.
Love storm brewing,

and Love Bug, aka Deanne,
is in the eye of it.

It seems like she's upset
about his change in attitude.

Yep. Apparently, he went from
being positive to nihilistic,

being negative, not listening anymore.

Yeah, Trash Williams mentioned that too,

but what does that have to
do with the missing money?

"Dr. Love should take
his so-called advice

and crawl into a dark hole and die."

For the name Happy Love Bug,
she's got a lot of anger.

- Yeah.
- So who do you want?

Angry tweeter or sexpert?

I'll take the angry tweeter.

The last thing I need is someone
else poking around my love life.

- Noted.
- And I'll keep trying to hack this flash drive.

I just need to figure out a password
of 20 random numbers and letters.

What? I'm getting close.

I'm so relieved you called.

It's about time the world
knew what a fraud Dr. Love is.

How many hits did you
say your blog gets?

Our numbers are way up there.
But I wanna hear your story.

What did Dr. Love do to you?

Well, heh, I mean...

the problem is what he stopped doing.

I have been loyal to Dr. Love for years.

I call him weekly. I tell him
my deepest, darkest secrets.

And, a couple of weeks ago,

this man completely turned on his flock.

Yeah. I've heard the rumours.

His bedside manner has no
manners. Write that down.

And, you know what? You know
what he told me? He told me,

"Shut up or break up because
nothing matters in the end."

Yeah. That is harsh.

10 years I've been with my husband.

He still won't deal with his snoring,

so I am chronically sleep deprived.

And I have tried the melatonin thing.

OK? We just, we can't
communicate, you know?

Mmhm.

I suspect you're very good at hiding
your truth, even from yourself.

Um, actually, my truth, right now,

is that my therapist
has become uncaring.

I mean, his advice is
borderline dangerous.

If he should be reported,

you can let me know.
This is a safe space.

When did you last see him?

I don't exactly...

see him. He's on the radio.

Do you mean Dr. Rohan Love?

I do. Do you know him?

I was a guest cohost for years
but left to do my doctorate.

Actually, I saw him last night.

- Like... on a date?
- Oh! God, no!

Platonic since the day we met.

I lay awake at night just...

wondering why he suddenly
became such a jerk.

And yet, I'm terrified of what
I'd do without my therapy hour.

It's hard to know what somebody

might be dealing with
behind closed doors.

And you wouldn't lose your call-in
therapy, even without Dr. Love.

What do you mean, without Dr. Love?

Is he leaving the show!?

- Oh, my God! He is, isn't he?!
- Even if Dr. Love was, let's say, retiring...

and I'm not officially saying that...

I'm certain he'd give the
reins to someone he trusts.

- Like you?
- I can't say.

Well, if he is retiring, and I'm
not officially asking, then...

why would he keep it a secret?

Let's leave Rohan aside
and focus on Angie.

If you're calling Dr. Love,

can I assume it's about
a romantic relationship?

We're just business partners.

Um... sorry.

Uh... people assume that about us.

Me and my business partner.

- Do you two get along?
- Yeah. Yeah.

What if you try, and
it doesn't work out,

and then you destroy everything
that was good in the first place?

I always say...

... if you wonder about something,

and you wonder for a while,

it's probably because
it's not the worst idea.

And with that, he sealed his fate.

And he needs to be cancelled

because he is a disgrace
to his profession.

Is that enough?

- Did you get all that down?
- Yes.

- Yes, I did.
- OK.

Well, send me the link when it's posted.

And I'll tweet it out. Thanks again!

Thank you.

Wow.

Hey. How'd it go with Deanne?
Did she spill anything?

Well, she spilled, all right.

I barely got two words in
edgewise, but she's harmless.

She's mad at Love for
being a bad listener.

- What did Whitney say?
- It turns out Rohan's leaving the show.

He's tapped Whitney to replace him.

I'm not surprised, though.
That woman is impressive.

So neither Deanne nor Whitney

is a threat to Rohan's life,

which begs the question:

what the hell is going on?

- Hey!
- Hey!

Hey.

Zack!

I totally forgot that you
were coming over tonight.

Um, we... we still have
some work to finish.

Yeah, it's cool. I brought
some food and, uh, some beer,

and there's more than
enough for everyone.

- Thank you!
- Ah.

- You don't mind?
- The more the merrier.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- OK.

- Mm.
- All right.

Ahem.

Um, Danica called.

- The bullet's unmarked.
- Ah.

- That's another dead end.
- Not quite.

I hacked into Love's flash drive.

It's actually a bitcoin wallet. Look.

He deposited 4.5 bitcoins

the same day he withdrew the 52 580.

The conversion works out.

But then, he transferred
it to someone else.

Can we find out who?

This kind of cryptocurrency
transaction is impossible to trace.

Huh. Untraceable bullet,
untraceable payment.

It looks like Dr. Love's
involved in something illegal.

It's something from Meera.

It's a life insurance policy
she found in Love's home office.

Oh, my God. Shade.

Double payment for
unnatural death or murder.

So the wife did it.

She hired someone to murder
him for the money. Right?

If she hired us,

why would she send us
incriminating material?

Part of her cover? Maybe
they're working together.

We're missing something.

Let's focus on what we do know.

We do know that someone
is trying to kill Dr. Love.

We know that because of
the untraceable bullet.

And we also know that
he doesn't seem to care.

He's been acting weird for two weeks.

Plus, he has a secret exit
plan from his radio show.

We know the untraceable
payment came from him,

and now we have this new
insurance information.

He hired someone to murder
him for the insurance money.

Did Dr. Love hire his own hitman?

Holy crap.

Oh, hey! That's my handsome face.

And it screams "trustworthy."

"Vote Don." Why?

You're going to win
Councilwoman Marcy Dodd's

soon-to-be-up-for-grabs
city council spot.

OK. Funny prank.

- Thanks, guys.
- No, no! It's not a prank! It's not a prank.

Just listen. Jules has a whole plan.

Marcy's term is almost over.

The vote is in six weeks,
and she's running against

such a sad roster of people
that her win is inevitable.

That means four more years
of her trying to push you

and everything good about
this neighbourhood out.

Guys, I can't run for City
Council. I'm not qualified.

You've lived here your entire life.

You own a beloved local business.

And, most importantly, you
care about this community.

How is that for qualified?

OK. But who's even gonna vote for me?

- I'd vote for you.
- Thank you.

You talk to every person
that comes in here.

You like hearing about their
stories, and they like you.

Plus, you drive around in a truck that

literally has your name on it.

OK. But it's...

it's expensive to run a campaign.

I don't have that kind
of cash flow right now.

Well, welcome to crowdfunding, Grandpa.

We've created an online
petition to help gather support.

And... and we've gotten
40 signatures in an hour.

That's some impressive growth.

40? In an hour?

You can save the Gardenview Parkette.

And stop whatever
coffee chain monstrosity

that probably paid
off Councilwoman Dodd.

Think about it. OK? This
is your chance to be a hero.

Are you seriously boycotting
the new coffee maker already?

You haven't even read the manual.

You shouldn't need a
manual to make a coffee.

Anyhow... I spoke with
Meera this morning,

and she's keeping an eye on Rohan.

Except we're not even sure
this is a murder for hire.

This is definitely a murder for hire.

I went down a scary rabbit
hole, researching what 52K

can buy you on the dark
web, and the answer is

a lot of disturbing things.

But I did find a price list for hitmen,

and you'll never guess
how much a murder costs.

- $52 000.
- Give or take 580.

I talked to Danica, and the
cops have been monitoring

dark web crime activity,

including a string of murders.

If only we knew when
the hit was gonna happen.

Mm! Wait for it.

Take a look at Dr. Love's calendar.

There's nothing
scheduled for after today,

almost like he's not
planning on being here.

So the hitman has a deadline.

Regardless, we are talking about
sniper rifles and professional killers.

Maybe we should take a step back
and let the police take this one.

No. Meera trusted us with this.

OK.

Zoe, see if you can pull
up Dr. Love's schedule

for the past two weeks.

Maybe we can see something
out of the ordinary in there.

OK... Look. Two weeks before
the 52 000 goes missing.

Rohan has a doctor's
appointment. Migraines.

Maybe he got some bad news from the doc.

News that made him do something drastic.

All of a sudden, I'm not feeling so hot.

We'd better get you to the doctor.

- Hi there.
- Hi. Do you have an appointment?

Not yet, but...

Oh! I've got this pain in my chest.

- Yeah.
- Oh. Oh, is that bad?

- Sir! Sir!
- Help! Help!

- Oh! Whoa!
- Agh!

OK. OK. Sir. Breathe.

I can smell toast. Cinnamon toast. Oh!

- Is that normal? Oh!
- Hold still. Dr. Nydoo!

Oh, I can see stars...

I don't know what happened.

The pain just pierced through my chest.

That's when I ended up on
the floor. It felt like...

getting slammed into the boards.

- Hockey player?
- Yeah, years ago.

Hmm. Any kind of sports
- related injuries

can have a lasting effect
that show up later in life.

Oh. Well, I appreciate you seeing me.

You came highly
recommended by Rohan Love.

Rohan? I've been trying to reach him.

Oh, yeah? Well, he broke his phone.

I'd be happy to pass along a message.

- Doctor-patient confidentiality.
- Right.

But please, tell him to
call me as soon as possible.

Yeah, sure thing.

You can undress. I'll do a full exam.

Um...

_

I don't know what you did,
Doc, but I feel like a new man.

I didn't do anything.

Well, those hands work miracles.

Amazing performance, Meryl.

Thank you. I did take her masterclass.

What's this?

"Brain metastasis in right hemisphere."

Love has a brain tumour.

Wait. Hold on.

Over here, it says, "technical
error," and there's a reprint.

OK. This is from this morning, and...

"Patient clear."

No brain tumour?

That's why Dr. Nydoo was
trying to get a hold of him.

Love hasn't heard the good news yet.

He's been walking around for two weeks,

thinking that he's dying of a brain
tumour that doesn't even exist.

If he believes he's a dead man...

why not go the extra mile

for double the insurance money?

He paid $50 000 to
ensure that Meera was left

- with a hell of a lot more than that.
- Yeah.

Love did it for love.

Hey, Meera. Is everything OK?

Rohan is gone. I was doing dishes,

and the next thing I know,
he just... he wasn't there!

OK. Just stay calm. Um...

Does he have GPS in his vehicle?

Yeah! Yes, he does! I
didn't even think of that.

OK. Um, log into your system
and send us the coordinates.

Stay where you are. We're on this.

There's definitely a hitman out
there, trying to finish the job.

Or a hitwoman because women
don't try to finish the job.

They get the job done.

That's Love's car.

Dr. Love!

Hey!

Angie.

STOP!

I knew it was hitwoman!

I'll drive around the other side!

- There's been a misunderstanding!
We wanna call off the hit!

Rule number one: always finish the job.

Really?! Come on!

What the hell?

- Did you see that?
- Us not catch the woman

that's trying to kill our
client's husband? Yeah.

- I caught a glimpse.
- What are you guys doing here?

Stop following me and stay away!

We know you hired a contract killer.

And we know you did it to get
double the insurance money.

You guys are gonna ruin everything!

No! We're saving you.

Your brain tumour was a technical error.

- Your scans came back clear.
- Yeah.

Your doctor's been trying
to call you all day.

Oh, my phone. I didn't
bother replacing it. Wait.

So this means...

You're not dying. At least,
not from a brain tumour.

You need to cancel that hit!

You don't understand.

I can't.

Does anyone have a cigarette?

- No.
- Yeah. Addiction happens so quickly.

I started smoking two weeks ago.

I guess I need to focus on quitting.

You need to focus on
calling off your hit!

Is there a number you could call,

or an email maybe?

It's no use.

They called me from a
blocked number just once.

There's... there's no
way to contact them.

Makes sense. The whole point
of a hit is to be untraceable.

What's done is done.

And what were your
specific instructions?

That I had to be alone...

so no one would be traumatized
by witnessing the hit.

And that it had to happen
before midnight on Friday.

- As in tonight?
- I wanted it to happen

before the tumour sent me into a coma.

You'd lose the double insurance.

Well, as long as one of
us stays by your side,

we should be able to keep you safe.

- Hey, Zoe.
- Guys!

I need you here, right now!

I only stepped out to eat lunch!

Time for a new license plate, Shade17.

My laptop's gone, the...
the bitcoin wallet,

- all the files on this case.
- Yeah, it's smart.

She wanted to make sure she took
any information on her we had.

She could be watching us right now.

Or... she could be anywhere.

Uh... Where's Dr. Love?

Uh, he's at the Red Bird. My
dad's keeping an eye on him.

- We should all get out of here. Zoe, go home.
- Well, on the plus side,

- the coffee maker you hate is busted.
- What?!

I might've hated that coffee
maker, but that was mine to destroy.

Tell Danica we're on our way. Let's go.

We're taking my car.

See if Danica found anything on the gun.

So you're all potentially in danger now

because you did hire a hit
on yourself via the dark web?

- Yes.
- OK.

Can we help you find something?

Do either of you have change
for the vending machine?

Because I need sugar.

You know, people in general don't
like being lied to, Dr. Love,

and the police are no exception.

Well, you're absolutely right in
feeling deceived, angry, you know.

Actually, this isn't about feelings.

This is about misleading the
police about a very dangerous woman

attached to a string of murders.

Sweet or salty?

- Sweet.
- Salty.

Whatever you like.

Yeah.

Ahem.

I also feel it's worth
mentioning that hiring a hitman

is an indictable offence.

- Am I under arrest?
- No, not yet.

Where are you going?

I'm just going to the bathroom.

Not alone, you're not.

So the deadline for the
hit is in a couple of hours.

Ahem. Do you all really need to be here?

Yes because you can't be left alone,

and we need to figure out a plan.

We have to get to the
hitwoman before she gets to us.

And we need to do that before tonight.

That's not enough time to
get a taskforce together. But,

given the circumstances,

if you would be willing
to help with a sting?

Yeah, of course we'll help.

Let's teach this
hitwoman a thing or two.

What are you gonna teach her?

How to roast a perfect coffee bean?

I mean, it's a woman
with a sniper rifle.

We need to get her somewhere
where she can't use her gun.

True. You can't be a
sniper in a tight space.

- Trust me, I tried. It did not go well.
- I can think of one place.

We can lure her there with Dr. Love.

Whoa, whoa! Hold on a second.

I... I thought we were all here
to put me in protective custody,

not put me in the same
place as my killer.

You know, the sooner you finish,
the sooner we can get started.

That's right, folks.

It's Dr. Love. I'm here
late night style, no guests.

Just, uh, you and I, my listeners,

to whom I owe an apology.

I haven't been myself lately.

Two weeks ago...

I received some dire
medical news, which, um...

well, frankly, it scared me.

And I let that fear take over.

I assumed I knew what
was best for my wife and I

without even talking to her.

She's my third wife, by the way.

I don't wanna hide that anymore.

Another assumption I made was...

you, my faithful listeners, would...

... well, that you would
judge me on my past failures.

Again, I let fear drive me,

and I hurt our relationship.

Meera is the love of my life.

A love I almost squandered...

... because I made
assumptions based out of fear.

The thing is...

... I'm not afraid anymore.

Ah!

- Are you OK?
- Freeze!

You sure taught her.

Stop! You're under arrest for the
attempted murder of Rohan Love!

OK. Well, you don't have
to show off. I get it.

Ah!

Stop! There's nowhere to go!

Is she gonna jump?

No, she's sliding down.

Ah.

I regret quitting
gymnastics right about now.

Ah!

- They'll never catch her.
- Not like that, but we can.

She'll have to go around the
side of the building. Come on.

What have you done with my
partner who's afraid of heights?

She decided to trust herself.

- Now shut up and jump.
- OK.

Oh! Ah!

Oh...

Rule number one: always finish the job.

Don't worry. They've got
state-of-the-art gyms in federal prison.

Thanks for your help, Danica.

You're the ones who jumped
off a roof. Thank you.

This arrest will give closure
to a whole string of murders.

You hear that sound?

Mm. Water in my ear.

That's the sound of my promotion.

Now, I'm going to go talk to Dr. Love

about my relationship
problems with my mother.

Dare I ask?

I'll be good as new in no time.

Speaking of new, we
need a new coffee maker.

- I'll go pick one up in the morning.
- No, you won't.

We'll be doing that together.

How about a towel? Can
I get you one of those?

Oh, yes, please. This
one smells like lake scum.

Yeah, no kidding.

This is so exciting! Oh!

Wow! Really slick.

Maybe a little too slick?

Can't go back now, Grandpa.

Liam's at home sorting the
other three boxes we ordered.

I guess I'm all in, then.

You know, what you're
doing, it's so important.

Well... saving a park isn't
exactly... changing the world.

What do you mean? Of course it is.

Change happens one small step at a time.

And, you know, I couldn't
have taken any of those steps

- without you, sweetie.
- Aw. Well, stick with me, Grandpa.

They might even name a bench after you.

Oh, look at this!

Welcome back to Dr. Love's Power Hour.

Rohan is safe, thanks to the two of you.

- I'm so grateful.
- It's our pleasure.

He seems happy.

I'm going to be taking some time off,

but I don't want you to
worry, dear listeners.

You'll be in the very capable hands

of relationship expert and
sex therapist, Dr. Witney Wu.

Glad to be back in the booth, Rohan.

And I'm thrilled to hear it.

And I want to give a
very special shout out

to the Everett and Shade Agency for...

getting me out of a very
difficult predicament.

I just met them. Great couple.

Hello, listeners.

Let me tell you a
little bit about myself.

I have been a therapist for nine years,

and I am all about open
communication with your loved ones,

especially when it comes to...

- Great.
- I know.

Hey, Doc. Um...

from my fan club.

Keep you safe while you're
cleaning up the highway.

- Thanks, Trash.
- Hey, seriously, uh,

barbeque at my place this weekend?

- Yeah. Yeah. We'll be there.
- All right.

So you start community service tomorrow.

Yeah. 300 hours.

Better than prison, and...

I don't know, I think
it'll be good for me.

Hey, at least you're still alive.

- You can say that again.
- Yeah.

- We're both so relieved.
- So are we.

The world shouldn't be
deprived of Dr. Love.

I know we said we would do
this together, but... ta-da!

That's the same model as my old one.

Now that I can assemble myself.

It comes assembled.

I knew that. I meant plug it in.

- Thank you.
- I guess I, uh,

shouldn't have assumed you would
like that coffee maker I picked up.

I should have discussed it with you.

No, it's OK. I need to work
on my fear of new things.

Gotta have trust. Right?

I think we do pretty well.

Yeah, we do.

Watch an all new Private
Eyes, next Thursday on Global.

Nobody drives my baby but me.

Next Thursday...

You're gonna go undercover
as a classic car buf?

You don't know the first thing

about these fine specimens
of vintage craftsmanship.

Shade loses his most prized possession.

- Where is it!?
- Shade's Porsche is missing.

No, it's not missing! It was stolen!

And these thieves... shoot to kill.

Okay this is bigger than a car theft.

You guys need to take a step back.

- We're not stopping, right?
- Course not.

All new Private Eyes,
next Thursday on Global.

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