All language subtitles for Private Eyes s03e09_English

- So, how is Peru?
- [Amazing!]

(loud construction noises)
[Yesterday, I climbed
Machu Picchu,]

[and I tried a traditional dish
called cuy chactado.]

- Oh, I've heard of that.
Isn't that guinea pig?
(electric saw noise)

- [Sorry, I missed that.]
- Never mind.

- [What's going on over there?]
- Oh, the roof caved in.

There's guys working
up there right now.

Atchoo!
- [Are you OK?]

[Are you sick?]
- No.

It's nothing, it's just dust.
- [Well, 'cause you know,]

[there's cold medicine in
the cabinet next to the fridge.]

- Zoe, I'm fine, OK?
Just have fun,

and I'll talk to you
in a couple of days.

- [Actually...]

[I need a favour.]
- What?

- [OK, let me start
by saying I am]

[so, so, so,]

[so sorry about this.]
- Zoe, spit it out.

- [So my cousin Donnie, he's
a great martial arts master,]

[and I kind of promised him]

[that we would go see his
Wing Chun demonstration today.]

- Uh, "we" as in who?

- [As in you and Shade,
since I'm in Peru.]

- Zoe!
- [I know!]

[I'll make it up to you,
I swear. He's just]

[so desperate to meet you guys.
He's a huge hockey fan.]

- OK, where is this happening?
- [Chinatown.]

[He's performing
at the Seventh Night Festival,]

[which is kind of like
a Chinese Valentine's Day.]

[And his girlfriend Tracy
will meet you at her tea shop.]

[You're gonna love her.]

[Thanks.]
(buzzing and hammering)

- I didn't know
Zoe had a cousin.

- Apparently,
they're pretty close.

Zoe actually lived
with Donnie's family

for three years
after her parents died.

- Oh...

- You... did know
that Zoe's parents died

when she was a teenager?
- Yeah, sure.

- Oh, wow! Boss of the year

right here.

I just wish
she would have given us

some more notice.
- Why? It's not like we
can hang around the agency.

- Oh, don't remind me.
- How long is that
gonna go on by the way?

- The contractor said they
should be done sometime today.

- Perfect! Then, there's
nothing for us to do,

except relax and enjoy
the festivities.

Speaking of which,
where is this tea shop?

- Oh, it's right up there.
Just pull over.

¶¶¶

(man laughing)

(people talking in Cantonese)

- Thank you!

The Chinese
Valentine's Day, huh?

Better than a lame box
of drugstore chocolates.

- I thought
women loved those.

- Atchoo!
- Coming down with something?

- No. It's just dust
from construction,

it's nothing.
- Hmm, whatever you say.

¶¶¶

- Let me guess. Shade and Angie?
Hi, I'm Tracy.

Zoe's told me all about you.
- Only good things I hope.

- Yep. Just give me
a minute to lock up,

and I will take you to Donnie's.
(Angie sneezing)

You got a cold?
- Oh no, I'm fine.

- She's in denial.
- It's the tiniest tickle

in my throat.
- I got just the thing.

- What's that?
- It's organic herbs,

some ginger,
eye of newt.

I'm just kidding.
- Wow, it's

a beautiful shop you have here.
- Thanks!

My grandma taught me
everything I know.

I never thought it would turn
into my career though.

Actually, it was Donnie who
convinced me to follow my heart.

- Hmm...
- Smells intriguing.

- Yeah, best to shoot it quick.

Pretend it's tequila.
- That I can do.

(coughing)

That would be
the cayenne pepper talking.

A little chaser?
- Thanks.

- Mmm!
- That's actually really good.

- I made it myself.
Crafted it in honour

of the Seventh Night Festival.
It's for lovers.

Well, should we get going?
Donnie's about to go on.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

¶¶¶

(indistinct chatter)

- Oh, there he is. Donnie!

- Hey!

- Sorry to interrupt.
I wanted you to meet

Shade and Angie.
- So happy you could make it.

- Hear you're a great fighter.
- And teacher.

- He's literally the best.
- And you're not biased at all.

- (man): Donnie!
- Hmm! I've got to go prepare.

I am honoured that you came
today. I'm a big fan of yours.

Enjoy the show.
- (Shade): Thanks.

(traditional Chinese music)
- Thank you

for joining us
at Chi Sao Studio.

And now, a man who needs
no introduction:

Donnie Chow.
(applause)

- That's Irving,
Donnie's boss.

He's been training Donnie
since he was 6.

- Thanks. Haha!

¶¶¶

- What's wrong?
- I don't know.

(gasping)

Donnie!
- Everybody, stay back!

- (Tracy): Is he breathing?

- Barely.
- Call 9-1-1.

- (woman): Teetsa Jeung?

- What is that?!
- It wasn't there 2 minutes ago.

- We need an ambulance,
Chi Sao Studio!

- What are they saying?
- Teetsa Jeung.

- What does that mean?
- Iron Palm.

Someone just tried
to kill my boyfriend.

- ¶¶ I see you and you see me ¶

¶ Watch you blowing the lines
when you're making a scene ¶

¶ Oh boy, you've got to know ¶

¶ What my head overlooks ¶

¶ The senses will show
to my heart ¶

¶ When it's watching for lies ¶

¶ 'Cause you can't escape my ¶

- ¶ Private eyes ¶

¶ They're watching you ¶

¶ Private eyes ¶

¶ They're watching you,
watching you ¶

¶ Watching you, watching you ¶¶

¶¶¶

- (woman on intercom):
Dr. Bisson, oncology.

- The contusion on his chest
suggests he suffered

a serious blow.
- There was no one near him

when he collapsed.
We saw the whole thing.

- Sometimes, when a fighter
is struck, it's not evident

until there's an increase
in blood flow.

Especially
with internal bleeding.

But that doesn't
explain his collapse.

- What would?
- Heart attack, aneurysm,

even heatstroke.
I've ordered a full blood panel

and tox screen.
I'm gonna send Donnie down

for some X-rays and an ECG.
We should know more soon.

(woman on intercom)

- I don't know
if any doctor can help.

- Why would you say that?
- Some people believe

that the damage caused
by Teetsa Jeung can't be undone.

- What exactly
is Teetsa Jeung?

- It translates
to "Iron Palm."

It's an advanced
martial arts technique.

It involves harnessing
the body's kinetic energy

into a single blow.
Supposedly, it can stop

a person's heart,
even hours later.

Sorry, this is nothing
to do with you.

- No, we're gonna help you
figure this out.

Zoe is family,
that means Donnie is too.

- Iron Palm or not,
it seems that someone

assaulted Donnie this morning.
Do you happen

to know where he was
before the demonstration?

- Did he meet up with anyone
out of the ordinary?

- Um, I don't know.
He didn't come to the tea shop

like he does every morning.
I usually make him

an extra-large tea,
and then he goes to the studio.

Maybe I can check his schedule.

That's weird,
his password isn't working.

- Maybe he changed it.

- Things have been

kind of tense lately.
We had a big fight

last week, but I never thought
that he would shut me out.

- We have some friends
at the police station;

we can try to get it
unlocked if you like.

- Yeah.
- Donnie's boss...

- Irving. He might know more.

- We'll go talk to him.
We'll be in touch.

(indistinct intercom message)
(beeping)

- You don't actually believe
any of this Iron Palm
stuff, do you?

- I don't know. There's a lot
we don't understand

about Eastern traditions.
I used acupuncture

all through my hockey career.
- Acupuncture is a long way

from a magic death punch.
- I don't know,

haven't seen you
sneeze for a while.

- Shocking what
dust-free air will do.

- Or a shot
of "magic" tea.

¶¶¶

Wow! So you wasn't kidding when
you said her cousin was good.

- I got your message.

I knew from an early age that
Donnie was one in a million,

best I'd ever seen.

Donnie and I trained together
all over the world.

That was Shaolin balance
training in Southern China.

I was about to take him
on a massive competition tour.

Fifty cities.

I'm sorry.

- Thanks.

- Thank you for your help
this morning.

I'm still in shock.

Donnie's like a son to me.
- Is that him as a kid?

- We went to Bangkok together.

- We're trying
to piece together

where Donnie was before the
demonstration, who he was with.

- He was here early
in the morning, then he left.

Said he had to
take care of something.
- Any idea what that was?

- He didn't tell me.
- A star like Donnie,

he's bound to have
some enemies, right?

- Oh, not really.
Everybody loves him.

- There is someone, isn't there?
¶¶¶

- Tony Wong.

He runs a Wing Chun studio
not far from here.

I can't believe he'd do
something like this.

- What's his issue with Donnie?

- Tony came from mainland China
a few years ago,

spent a fortune
on his studio,

but people still flock
to train here. Not to mention,

Donnie beat him in a sparring
match several months ago.

They were supposed to have
a rematch this afternoon.

¶¶¶

- The martial artist
doesn't need brute strength

to defeat their enemy.
True power comes from the mind.

¶¶¶

If I were to leave him
in this state,

within a few hours
his heart could stop.

But then again, a good assistant
is hard to find.

(gasping)

- Oh, come on.

- Thank you for coming
to our demonstration.

If you want more information
on Bong Sao Academy,

please take
a pamphlet.

Thank you so much.
Hi there. Thank you for coming.

- Wow! That was

amazing! Hazel,
what did I tell you?

This guy's like
a modern-day Bruce Lee.

- I'm glad you liked it.
There's a pass in there

for a complimentary lesson.
Come check us out.

- Oh, I'd love to learn

that "power of the mind" thing.
That was so cool!

- That was just a demonstration,
it's not something I teach.

Only the best Sifu
can master it.

- And who is the best?
You or Donnie Chow?

- Says here you were supposed
to fight him this afternoon?
- No, Hazel, remember?

We heard that Donnie's
in the hospital now.

Wait. Say, someone wouldn't
have done that to him on
purpose, would they?

- Are you implying
I did something to Donnie?

- Well, it'd be good
for business. You could

eliminate the competition
and give away fewer freebies.

- If I would take out Donnie,
I'd do it publicly.

There's no honour in doing it
behind the scenes.

- Unless you're worried
you were gonna lose.

- Who are you two?
- Just a couple

of interested patrons.
Say, where were you

this morning?
- I was giving a speech

at the festival's opening
reception. As for your business,

I'd advise you
to take it elsewhere.

Excuse me.

- Well, now I feel
like a jerk.

- More than usual?
- Ha ha.

- Live tweets
from this morning's reception,

Tony was definitely there.
- So now what?

- Irving's studio has
security cameras, doesn't it?

- You think whoever did this to
Donnie was at the demonstration?

- It's worth a shot.
I'll text Irving.

(cell phone ringing)
- Hey, Dad.

- Where's
the 4 quart soup tureen?

- Hello to you too.
- Look, quit fooling
around, OK? I'm in a hurry.

- Left side of the sink,
top cabinet?

- No, it's not.
I just checked there.

Ah, there it is.

- What's going on?
- It's the 9th Annual

Spring Lakes Soup Spectacular.
(chuckling)

They have an amateur division
and this year

I am entering
my famous Fort Huron Gumbo.

- Well, good luck.
- [Thanks.]

- Son of a bitch!
- Is that Angie? What's wrong?

- Ugh! The workers
at the agency

ran into a snag. It's gonna be
another day or two.

- She should stay here.
¶¶¶

- Yeah, sure, Dad, I guess.

- What's he saying?

- He's saying you should
just stay at my place.

- Oh no, I couldn't.
- Why not?

Jules is staying at Becca's,
and I'm leaving for

Spring Lake in about an hour.
- [Yeah, OK, Dad, I got this.]

Just bring us back
a blue ribbon.

- Yeah, golden ladle,

but I get your drift.
Thanks a lot. Take care.

- You know what?

My dad's right, you should
just stay at my place.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. I got a guest room

I never use.
It's got pillows and everything.

- OK. Thanks.
(cell phone beeping)

Oh, look.
- What is it?

- It's a text from Tracy. She
went through Donnie's backpack,

and she found this.
It's from a bakery in Chinatown.

- Does she know what it says?
- She said it's a list

of dates. No other information.
- Huh!

(honking)

(people talking in Cantonese)

- Excuse me.
Um, do you recognize this?

- Um, could you wait here
a second?

¶¶¶
- I have a bad feeling.

- We're just gonna ask
some questions.

- Show me the photo.

Who are you?
How did you get this?

- Why don't you tell us
what it is first.

- We should go now.

- Not until we get
some answers.

- No, I think
we should go now.

- Something tells me
that's not an option anymore.

¶¶¶

- So, Philip and I were just
walking around enjoying

the Seventh Night Festival
when he remembered this place.

- I have such fond memories
of your pineapple buns

from our first date.
- When was that?

- How many years
has it been, Philip?

- Oh, it's been so long. Five?

- We moved last summer.
Our previous location was,

let's just say, too public.
(order in Cantonese)

- We're friends
with Donnie Chow.

Technically his cousin Zoe,
but we're acting on his behalf.

- Acting how?
- We're

trying to figure out what caused
his accident this morning.

- Yes. I'm sorry
to hear about that.

- His girlfriend Tracy found
this order slip in his bag.

- We're guessing
he wasn't here

to pick up egg tarts.
Did he owe you money?

- We all owe something.

- I'm writing you
a bad review on Yelp.

- I'll be sure to pass it along.
- Yeah, you do that.

- OK, so how is
Donnie involved

with the Godmother
of Chinatown?

- No idea. Let's go see Maz.

(indistinct chatter)
- Maz isn't here.

He's on a training course.
- Another one?

- What's with his sudden
interest in self-improvement?

Last time Maz went
on a training course, it was to

impress a Brazilian model with
his knowledge of Portuguese.

- OK. OK, you didn't
hear it from me,

but I think he's applying
to join a secret task force.

- "Task force"? For what?
- I don't know. He's being

very hush-hush about it.
In the meantime,

I'm holding down the fort.
- Alright. We need some help.

Can you get us some information
on this bakery in Chinatown?

- What kind of information?

- We think the woman
who owns it operates it

as a front for something.

- OK, I'm logging in, but
I haven't agreed to help you.

¶¶¶

Uh... yeah,

we know the place. It's owned
by a woman named Li Chen.

- Is she a loan shark?
(tapping on keyboard)

- No, more of a "fixer."
She helps rich kids

from overseas get
into university here.

- So why the muscle?
We got tossed out of there

by a couple of goons.
- I don't know.

She's had a couple of claims
against her, but nothing
substantiated.

- Well then, we need a favour.
Can you get this phone unlocked?

Belongs to Zoe's cousin, Donnie.
He was attacked.

- Attacked?
- We think he may have

met up with his attacker
earlier today.

- I don't know. I'd have
to take this to Forensics,

and those guys
are very grouchy...

- Danica, Donnie's life
could be in danger.

Please.
- Right.

Of course, yeah.
I'll take it to Forensics.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)
(Angie sighing)

- It's getting late.
Can you drop me off?

- Aren't you
forgetting something?

- The agency
is still toast.

- I wasn't kidding when I said
you could stay with me.

We'll grab your bag on the way.
- Are you sure

that won't be too weird?
- It'll only get weird

if you want to watch
90s rom-coms and have

a good cry.
(Angie laughing)

¶¶¶

Alright, ready to go.

Clean robe,
fresh towels,

en suite's in here,

the hairdryer,

mouthwash, dental floss.

Anything else you need?
- Oh, a mint on the pillow.

- Uh, yeah, pillows, mints.

Out of mints,
but I got lots of pillows.

OK, make yourself at home.
I'll see you downstairs.

¶¶¶

¶¶¶

- ¶ I was a single man ¶

- You're... cooking.

That's usually
what people do in a kitchen.

I used to own
a restaurant, remember?

- Yeah, but I would have
totally paid for takeout.

- Hahaha! And rob me of the joy
of telling you what to do?

Here, spiralize
this zucchini.

- You've got it!
What does that mean?

- Uh, it means we're making

pasta from zucchini. Here.

- Oh! Is that a thing?
- It sure is.

Turn that.

- Cool!
- It's even better with wine.

- Well, what isn't?
- Yeah, copy that.

(dinging)
¶¶¶

- Why would Li Chen
lend money to Donnie

and then try to kill him?
Doesn't make any sense.

- Why else would he be there?
- I don't know.

Maybe he needed
something "fixed"?

- It's a good thing we don't
actually live together.

- Yeah. We'd never stop working.

- Yeah.
(Ding!)

- Oh! That's Irving. He just
sent the link to the security
footage from this morning.

- Alright. Laptop's
in the living room, let's go.

- Nobody touches him
before he gets to the stage.

Nothing.

- Oh, my God!
- Everybody, stay back!

- Wait, did you see that?
(tapping key twice)

- Watch. There!

- Black hoodie?

- Donnie goes down. The crowd
is shocked, can't turn away.

- Everybody except him.
And whoever he is, he's scared.

- And he's getting the hell
out of there as fast as he can.

- Almost as if he knew
what was coming.

¶¶¶

- Morning.
- Oh, good morning!

Coffee's hot.
- Ohhh...

You put cinnamon
on the grounds,

how'd you know?
- Psychic.

But only
for beverage preferences.

Also, I'm a PI
and I pay attention.

- Hahaha! You're
in a good mood this morning.

- That mattress was incredible,
it was like a seven-hour hug.

- Two words: memory foam.
- Honestly,

I could sleep in your bed
every night.

I could sleep in that bed.
The one in my guest...

(Ding!)
Your... The... Oh, thank god!

It's Tracy, and... I...

I sent her a screen grab
of our mysterious hooded figure.

- And?
- She doesn't recognize him.

She says we should
take it to Irving.
- Let's go.

- Mm-hmm.
- Alright, OK.
- Mm-hmm.

¶¶¶

- Hi! I, uh...

I'm Officer Danica Powers.

Actually, I'm... Sorry, I'm

a trainee detective,

Danica Powers.
I'm not an officer,

as you can probably tell from
my plain clothes, but, uh...

So, this is Forensics, huh?

Cool! I guess,
yeah, obviously

because it says Forensics, so...
And you guys have

these nice forensic--
- Please don't.

- OK, sorry.
I was actually thinking about

going into forensics myself
because I love blood.

Not in a weird way,
just in a...

just in a totally normal way.

Anyway, I have
a bit of a favour to ask,

and I'm a bit new here,
so I don't know how this goes.

But, uh...

I have these friends,

and they need
this phone unlocked.

They are detectives,
but they're more

sort of, um...

They're more private.
But that's fair,
they're private detectives.

Well, one of them, her dad,
actually was a cop,

but he is now

dead. Um, sorry.

Uh! Anyway, I need

this phone unlocked

for them, and if you were
to do this favour for me,

I would be so grateful,
and I would

owe you a favour. Obviously.

- If we do this,
will you please stop talking?

- Yes. Yes, I will.

- OK, yeah.

- Cool! I'm not supposed
to do that in a police station.

Oh, actually, I have a question
about passwords.

¶¶¶

- Oh, hey, Irving.

Could you take a look
at something for us?

- Did you see something
in the footage?

- Maybe.
- Do you know this person?

- No. Did they hurt Donnie?
- We're not sure yet.

- I don't know who it is,
but I can tell you they
practice Wing Chun.

- How do you know?
- It's the brown sash.

It denotes a skill level,
just like belts in karate.

- Could it be
one of your students?
- No. I'd recognize the posture.

- What about one of Tony's?
(door opening)

- It's possible. Excuse me,
my morning class is arriving.

- Alright, it makes sense.

Tony establishes an alibi
for himself and then sends

one of his minions
to do his dirty work.

- Let's go see if the student
became the master.

- Side kick!
Ready? One!

- Yah!
- Two! Hands up!

Three!
- Yah!

- Four!
- Yah!

- Five!
- Yah!

Six!
- Yah!

- Seven!
- Yah!
- Partner drills.

You two again?
I had told you to stay away.

- My name's Angie Everett.
This is my partner Matt Shade.

- Private investigators?
¶¶¶

You still think
I attacked Donnie?

- We're actually looking
for a student of yours.

- Ring a bell?
- Don't think so.

- Wanna take
another look at that?

- You need to leave this alone.

- Is everything
OK here, Sifu?

- I'm just looking
for my complimentary lesson.

- It's been revoked.
- Maybe you should leave.

- Come on, Shade. Let's go
talk about this outside.

- Alright.

¶¶¶

(snatches of conversation)

- I wonder
who he's talking to.

- We definitely got
him spooked.

Let's sit on him for a bit,
see if our little bird
flies the coop.

- Hey, can I stay again tonight?
The agency's still a war zone.

- Yeah, sure.
Are you gonna make dinner?

- Hell no! I start
and end with coffee.

- And now spiralized zucchini.
(Angie laughing)

- Gotta hand it to you,
last night's dinner was pretty

impressive.
- I'm a pretty impressive guy.

- Yeah, so says
my business partner.

- He's obviously a smart man.
- Haha!

Check it out.
- Yeah. Go time.

¶¶¶
(indistinct chatter)

- (Angie): He stopped.
Do you think he saw us?

- Looks like he's waiting
for someone.

- (Angie): Check it out.

(Tony talking in Cantonese)

- Alright, buy me ten seconds.

- What a coincidence!

All of us meeting
in the same street.

- Nothing to do with you.
(Cantonese word)

Don't!

- Hey, hey, hey!
(grunting)

Hold still! Hey!

Ugh!
- Let her go!

- Her?!

- You're--

- May Chen...
Li Chen's granddaughter.

This isn't her fault.

Teetsa Jeung takes
years of training.

- I saw it on the Internet,
it was just a lucky shot.
- Why fighting with Donnie?

- We weren't fighting,
it was sparring.

- Wait, you're a student
at the school?!

But Irving said--
- May is a special student.

Donnie was teaching
her privately.

(word in Cantonese)

- So, you made a deal
with Donnie?

- It's not what you think.

Donnie's a good kid,
he helps out in the community.

He came to me
asking for a favour.

- In exchange for lessons?
What kind of favour?

- That's Donnie's business.

- And how do you
factor into this?

- May came to me
'cause she was convinced

that this was her fault.
She knew I was an expert.

But I'm telling you,
there's no way she could have

hit him hard enough to do this.

- So how did it happen?
- Truthfully, I don't know.

- So May's handprint had nothing
to do with why he collapsed.

- And we're back
in square one.

- We're still missing something.
Where else did Donnie go

that morning?
- Nowhere.

There wasn't any time.

- The doctor said
that he had internal bleeding.

I mean, if not from trauma,
then from what?

- The PT tests
on Donnie's blood show

an abnormality in clotting.

- What kind of abnormality?
- Well, normally,

it takes blood
10 to 14 seconds to clot;

in Donnie's case,
it took 16

implying he's deficient
in blood-clotting proteins.

- Is he on blood thinners?
- Not that I know of.

Donnie was really careful about
everything he put in his body.

- We screened for all
the common blood-thinning drugs,

there was nothing there.

I've ordered
some more tests.

Hopefully, we'll get
to the bottom of this soon.

- Thin blood would
explain the bruising,

but not why
he ended up like this.

- If my grandma was here, she'd
make Donnie her special soup.

She said it cured everything.
- My grandma had the same thing.

Except her special soup
was whiskey.

- Mhm.
- Po po used willow bark.

She'd buy it in big batches
from a Chinese herbalist.

Tasted disgusting, but always
worked on my headaches.

- It makes sense.
Aspirin used to be made

from willow bark.
(cell phone dinging)

- That's it.
- Willow bark?

- No, a herbalist.
- It's Danica. The police
unlocked Donnie's phone.

- I'll catch up with you later.
- Alright.

¶¶¶

- So, it turns out
the folks in Forensics

are actually super nice. You
just have to get them talking.

So we started talking
about passwords because

I've been using my birthday
for the past five years.

But apparently,
that's really bad,

so I think I'm gonna switch
to my mom's birthday, which...

I probably shouldn't
have told you that.

- Already forgotten.
So, the phone?

- Oh, yes!

Aaah... OK.

Alright. It's here.

- Did you find anything?
- It's none of my business,

but you may want
to check the text messages

that Donnie gets
from a Michelle.

Really, they do
a lot of meeting up.

- Ah. Good to know.

Thanks.

- I gotta change my password.

- (man): The nettle leaf and
quercertin will stop your cells
from releasing any histamines.

(words in Cantonese)
(traditional Chinese music)

- Can I help you?
- Oh, yes.

I'm looking for something
that would act as a
blood-thinning agent.

- Do you have a history of
cholesterol or high
blood pressure?

- Sure, let's go with that.
- I'll need something more

to go on before
I prescribe something.

- There was an incident
at the Seventh Night
Festival yesterday.

A wing chun martial artist
collapsed during
a demonstration.

- Yes, I heard about that.
- The doctors

can't figure out what's wrong
with him, and I was
just wondering--

- If I knew of anything that
they might not be checking for?

- Exactly.

- In traditional Chinese
medicine, the wrong mix

of ingredients can be
very dangerous.

For example,
high doses of fish oil

mixed with gingko biloba
could cause internal bleeding.

- So maybe somebody slipped
Donnie a dangerous mix

of herbs?
- Or...

He hasn't been in contact
with any poisonous snakes,

has he?
- Interesting question.

I'm gonna go with probably not.
- It's a long shot,

but some things you mentioned
could point to a haemotoxin.

- You mean snake venom?
- Yeah.

Excuse me.

- (Shade): Snake venom? It's a
little obscure, don't you think?

- I think that's the point.
It wouldn't show up

in any tox screens
and would fool the doctors

into thinking Donnie was
on blood thinners.
- Why?

- Well, haemotoxins
cause blood clots,

which means fewer platelets
in the bloodstream.

- Which would throw off
his test results.

- Exactly.
- Question is

where would Donnie come
into contact with snake venom?
- Yeah.

- It's not exactly something
you put in your morning coffee.

- Unless it is.
Didn't Tracy say

that Donnie comes by
for his tea every morning?

- You think Tracy's behind this?
What's her motive?

- Check out Donnie's
text messages. Apparently,

he'd been meeting in secret
with a woman named Michelle.

- "Hope I'll still get
to see you.

Been trying to call.
Are you on your way?"

Well, who is this woman?

- I don't know, but those
messages go back three weeks.

- No wonder Donnie changed
his password.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

- We need to pay an after-hours
visit to our client's shop.

So, I intend
to poison my lover,

where do you hide it?

- Assuming she hasn't gotten
rid of it already.

- You may be on to something,
she is a smart girl.

- Yeah.

Not smart enough
to cover her tracks.

- Happy Valentine's Day.

- Nothing says "I love you"
like an untraceable haemotoxin.

¶¶¶
We had it tested.

It's snake venom.

- We found it in a teapot
in your shop.

- I don't know where
it came from, it's not mine!

I don't even keep toxic
cleaning products in my shop,

let alone snake venom!
- You already admitted

to having a big fight
with Donnie; what was it about?

Michelle?
- Who's Michelle?

- The woman Donnie's been
trading texts with, who
he's been secretly seeing.

- I don't know
anything about that.

- Maybe you were suspicious of
all the secrets, wanted to end

the relationship permanently?
- What?! I... No, I need

Donnie now more than ever!
- And why is that?

- Because of this.

- You're pregnant?
- Does Donnie know?

- I didn't know
how to tell him.

¶¶¶
He worked so hard

at the studio
his entire life,

but it doesn't
pay the bills.

- Is that what the fight
was about?

- I broached the idea
of him asking for a raise.

I mean, I love Irving,
but he's been paying Donnie

the same salary for eight years.
I think he's holding

Donnie back,
but Donnie's too nice

to say anything
about it.

- So you don't know
who this is?

¶¶¶
- I swear.

But I know Donnie, and there's
no way he's having an affair.

- So if our mystery woman
isn't Donnie's girlfriend,

then who is she?
- Let's find out.

(people talking in Cantonese)

(man laughing)

- Michelle?
- Hi! Who are you?

- We're "Donnie."

- I don't understand.

- We know about the texts you
sent him, the secret meet-ups.

- Are you his lawyers?
I thought he was

doing this alone.
- Doing what?

- If he doesn't transfer
the money by midnight,

the deal is dead.
- Whoa, whoa, slow down.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say you're not

having an affair with Donnie.
- An affair?!

God, no! I'm Donnie's realtor.

- "Michelle Choi. Don't be coy,
go with Choi." It's clever.

- Uh-huh.
- Was he buying or selling?

I found him
the perfect property.

And I thought he was over
the moon. 10 000 square feet,

room for multiple classes.
- Hey, Donnie's buying

his own martial arts studio?
- Yes.

He had the down payment
and a guarantor in place
for financing.

I thought it was
a done deal.

- We're private investigators.

Donnie's been
in an accident.

- Oh, my God!
- This guarantor,

was it Irving Guzman?

- No, it was a woman.

An older woman.

Li something.
I can look it up.

- So Li Chen was helping Donnie
buy a martial arts studio.

- Maybe Donnie decided
to take Tracy's advice

and strike out on his own.
- But what about Irving?

They were just about to go
on a world tour together.

Fifty cities.
Unless...

- Unless what?
- Li Chen

confirmed that her and Donnie
had a special deal.

He was giving lessons to May
in exchange for her acting
as his guarantor.

- So those aren't

repayment dates;
those are lesson dates.

- Kind of hard to be
competing in Berlin

when you're coaching
in Toronto.

- If Donnie really was leaving
to open his own studio,

Irving's studio would be
in a lot of trouble.

- I think someone just shot
to the top of our suspect list.

¶¶¶

- How did you get in here?

- We used Donnie's key.
Hope that's all right.

- (Angie): We just wanted
to share the good news.

We found out
what happened to him.

¶¶¶
- That's great.

- (Angie): Cheers.

- We know how important
Donnie is to you.

- He's your golden ticket.
Without him, you'd
never survive.

- Especially
after putting yourself

so deep in debt

with a massive,
multi-city world tour.

- Not to mention
your expansion plans.

Spending investors' money

to finance
five new studios in Canada,

ten in the U.S...
What did you think

they'd say when they found out
Donnie was pulling out?

- Where did you get these?

- Li Chen has a lot of pull
in this community.

- (Shade): You found out Donnie
was opening his own studio.

- And Tracy convinced him
that he'd be

better off without you.
(Irving scoffing)

- I have no idea
what you're talking about.

- We found this
in Tracy's tea shop.

Only, we don't know
what it is.

- If you found it in Tracy's
shop, why aren't you
questioning her?

- We did. She didn't know
what it was either.

So, we put some of it

in your tea.

- See, we realized
Tracy didn't make

Donnie's tea that morning.
You did.

How are you feeling?

- I put...

everything into
Donnie's career.

This tour was gonna
change everything.

Chi Sao would have been

the biggest studio
in North America.

¶¶¶
- But that was your dream,

not his.
(door opening)

- Irving Guzman,
you're under arrest.

(handcuffs clicking)

You guys didn't really
poison the tea,

did you?

OK, yeah, let's go.

¶¶¶

- Aaah... There he is,

hopping around.

- Tracy was telling me
in excruciating detail

about how the two of you
saved my life.

- Oh, she is exaggerating.
- So how are you feeling?

- Physically, like crap.

Mentally,

even worse now that I know
who's behind it.

- You could never have suspected
Irving would try to hurt you.

- No, but I should
have realized

that he was taking advantage
of me a long time ago.

And now I have nothing.

- Actually, we spoke
with Michelle Choi.

She convinced the seller
to extend the deadline

on the studio space.
- Are you serious?

- It's still yours
if you want it.

- Your own studio!
- Well, it's ours.

If you'll still
have me.

Listen, Tracy, I wanna talk
about our fight.
- It's OK.

- No. It was...
It's my fault.

I was the one keeping
secrets from you,

I just wanted it
to be a surprise.

- You weren't the only one
keeping a secret.

- What do you mean?
¶¶¶

- ¶¶ How long is this ¶
- I think your studio

already has its first student.
- ¶ Gonna last ¶

- (laughing): Oh, my God!
- ¶ How long ¶

¶ Is this gonna last ¶

- ¶ How long is this ¶

¶ Gonna last ¶¶

- [Oh, my God!
Thank you so much.]

[I'm sorry it turned
into such a huge deal!]

- That's alright.
We were happy to help.

- Besides, it all worked out
in the end and you're
gonna be an auntie.

- [I know. Tracy told me.
Isn't that fantastic?]

- (Shade): Congratulations, Zoe.

- How's the trip
going by the way?
- [I'm having the best time]

[And the food? I can't get
enough of that cuy chactado.]

- Wow! You're brave!

- [Why?]

- They tried to get me to
eat that when I was down there,

and I said, "No way, I'm not
eating guinea..."
- Shhh!

- "...pig."

(Zoe screaming)

¶¶¶

- I figured, if she says
no to me in my boxer shorts,

then it's not meant to be.

- And what did Becca say?

- She said, "No."
(Angie laughing)

- ¶¶ Bits of you brushing off ¶
- Made me fly her to Paris

and re-propose
under the Eiffel Tower.

- OK. Well, that probably
should have been your first sign

it wasn't gonna work out.
- Should have been.

Oh, my God!

Truth is I was

so in love with her
at that time,

I was the definition
of a fool in love.

- Oh, I don't know.
Everyone puts so much emphasis

on the perfect engagement,

but I don't know
if it exists.

Ken proposed to me twice,
and both times were

absolutely perfect.

It's just him

I didn't want.
- So what do you want,

Ms. Everett?
- Hmmm...

Sounds crazy,

but I just want someone
unpredictable, you know.

Someone who calls me
on my crap,

someone who...

someone who drives me nuts,

but in the end,
always has my back.

- Wow, that does sound crazy.

- Oh, shut up.
(both chuckling)

- Seriously, that sounds
very mature.

- Hmm...

- And you need to know
whoever you do end up with,

he's one lucky guy.

- Damn, Shade. I didn't
expect you to say that.

- ¶ There ain't no better man ¶

¶ We'll go on our ways ¶

(door opening and closing)
- Ha!

Yes! Hahaha!

Triumph!

- Congratulations, Dad!

- Yeah. Uh, bravo,
compliments to the chef.

- Haha! I kicked butt. Hahaha!

Hey, I got enough in the car
for three more small bowls

of this prize-winning gumbo.
- Why don't you go

get that and I'll get
some bowls out of the kitchen.

- Alright.
- Oh! Uh,

that's, uh... that's
the contractor and the agency's

all good, so I'm gonna go.
- You're welcome to stay here.

- Oh no, it's fine. I've got
a lot of work to catch up on.

- Prize-winning gumbo...
you heard, right?

- Yes, and I will take
a giant rain cheque on that.

Thank you, Don.
Shade, I'll see you

tomorrow or... whatever.

- Yeah.
- Alrighty then.

(door closing)
I guess it's just us guys.

What were you two up to?
- Uh, nothing. Just work stuff.

- ¶ There ain't no better man ¶

- Uh-huh.
- ¶ Uh-huh ¶

¶ Ain't no better ¶

¶ Baby, you ¶

¶ You got that thing
that makes me whole ¶

¶ I got to give you praising
'cause, boo ¶

¶ There ain't no better man ¶

¶ Hmm-hmm ah-aaah ¶

¶ Bits of you ¶

¶ Brushing off ¶

¶ On my smile, on my scars ¶

¶ Best friends for some time ¶

¶ Now it's like
you read my mind ¶

¶ I can't really... ¶¶