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Now, that is a thing of beauty.

Only you get tomatoes
like that, Tony.

Thanks, Henry.

I don't even want to eat this,

it's such a work of art.

All right, I will take
12 of those, please.

Sounds good.

You hosting a dinner party?

No, I'm filling in last minute

for a cooking class.

It's been a while.

Henry Ross
teaching a cooking class?

Those are some lucky students.

Thanks, Tony!

Hey, it's Maggie.
I got your message.

Um...

The whole file should be...

Hold on.

The whole file
is just sitting on my desk.

We're detectives, Bailey.
I'm sure we can locate a file.

Ugh...

I've got to call you back.

Henry!

Hey, there you are.

Here you go, the cream
for the creme brulees

and the good vanilla extract
that you like.

Thank you, Lucy.

Ooh, this is your suit

for the gala tomorrow night.

Make sure we get

some great pictures
of you walking in

for the blog.

We also got an offer
from a casino in Vegas

to consult
on a medieval-themed dinner.

How many guests?

Four to five hundred.

A couple days
pool-side in Vegas?

If they throw in
the penthouse suite,

I'm in.

Thought you might say that.

Hey, guys!

I'm home.

Hey, Mom.

Hi, honey.

How was school?

It was good.

Good.

I am running late.

Mwah!

I guess it's going
to be spaghetti again.

Sorry.

I'll get dinner.

You start getting ready
for your date.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Thanks, Mom,
I literally have 20 minutes

to make this happen.

Well, make yourself beautiful,

like you are.

Thank you!

Oh, and Peter duquette called.

He wants to meet
tomorrow at noon

down by the wharf.

That's strange.
Did he say what it's about?

He wouldn't tell me,
but he sounded really upset.

He did, huh?

Well, tell him yes,
of course, I'll meet with him.

All right, let's hurry back.

I've got to start
prepping for tonight.

Okay, what do you think?

Too job interview-y, or...?

What about your red dress?

I hung it on your mirror.

Yeah, that was subtle, Mom.

I don't think this guy

is, like, a red dress
kind of guy.

Then why are you going
on a second date with him?

Because I don't have
a lot of practice at this,

and... I don't know,
it's polite

to give a guy a second chance.

Maybe we'll magically find
something in common.

Oh, I wish I was staying home
and eating with you guys.

We will save you
some. Go!

Kick up your heels!

Why aren't you wearing heels?

'Cause I hate heels.
You know that.

They hurt my feet.

Your mother is a lost cause.

I heard that!

Let me help you
with your jacket.

Just... give me a second
to unhook it.

Okay, let's get started.

Now, I'm very excited

for this evening's
guest teacher.

You know him
from his hugely popular blog,

"the gourmet detective."

I'm thrilled to welcome

to Mike's chopping block
kitchen tonight,

the gourmet detective himself,

my good friend, Henry Ross.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

What is
a gourmet detective, exactly?

Well...

Let's say
you're a billion-dollar company,

and a drought half way
around the world

jeopardizes the key ingredient

in your number-one-selling
food line.

Millions of dollars
are at stake.

Now, if someone could provide
the key substitute ingredient

that no one could tell
was different...

True story, by the way...

You might not only
call him a detective,

you'd probably call him
a pretty good one.

But you're still not dealing
with actual dead bodies,

just to be clear.

No offense.

Not so far.

Now...

Who here loves to cook?

I do!

Let's get started.

Maggie! It's burning!

Sorry, sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry, sorry!

You can't turn your back
while you're cooking.

One of the many conveniences
of the microwave.

Don't worry, you two,
it happens.

It's why I always make extra.

Thank goodness.

Thanks.

I am starving.

Mm. Wow!

The salt from Turkey

makes all the difference
in the world!

Doesn't it?

This is delicious, okay,

but let's be real.

I barely have time
to get dinner on the table,

much less be running
around the city

looking for turkish salt.

Fair enough.

If you're stressed for time,
you can't do it all,

but that's why paying attention
to the little things,

like the temperature
on your burner,

is so critical.

The more alert
you are in the kitchen,

the more alert you may be
in real life.

Okay...

Is this the time
when you tell us

about your incredible
observational powers

and how they saved Starbucks
from going under?

Right.

You, sir.

You bought that jacket
at a thrift store,

didn't you?

It's a 42 regular.
You're clearly a 44 long.

And the shoulder
has been faded by the sun

where it hung in
the store window for too long.

But it's Hugo boss,
so you figured,

"hey, why not?
Who's going to notice?"

You, ma'am...
You have two cats,

one a calico,
the other a persian,

and judging
from the traces of hair

on your right sleeve,

you're also right-handed,

and you use that hand
to pet them

while you're watching TV
on the couch.

He's right.

How about us?

I, uh...

Generally don't like
commenting on couples.

Go on.

I'm just not sure
she's over the divorce yet.

How do you know
that I'm divorced?

You keep rubbing
your ring finger.

And judging by the homemade

yet slightly
complicated bracelet,

you have a young girl at home...

I'm guessing maybe 12 or 13.

I bet she's openly supportive
of you dating again,

but secretly loves having you
all to herself.

Am I in the ballpark?

Hi!

Still up?

Yeah, I couldn't sleep.

Aw.

So, how was it?

Well...

We parted as friends.

Truthfully, I don't think
I'm going to be going

on any more dates any time soon.

Oh...

Well, I just want
to let you know

that I'm okay with it if you do.

Are you sure?

It's been over a year
since you and dad...

You know, grandma says it's good

for you to get out there
and have some fun,

and I just want you to know

that I'm okay with the idea.

Come here.

Thank you.

You know
you're the most important thing

in my life, Abby.

Yeah, I know.

Try to get some sleep, okay?

Good night.

Mom?

Yes?

Do you think dad will be able
to come to my chess tournament?

I know
he really wants to be there.

And I know he's going
to try. It's...

Yeah, I know.

Work might get in the way.

I love you.

Oh, I'm looking forward to this!

These are the best fish tacos
in town.

Pauline, your uncle and I,
we've been coming here

for 20 years.

That's how good these tacos are.

Mm!

Mm-mm-mm!

So, why don't you fill me in

on what's going on?

What's with all the mystery?

Someone is sabotaging
my restaurant.

What do you mean by sabotage?

Shipments have been diverted,

always vital ingredients
for specific popular dishes.

The labels on spices
have been swapped.

Rats were found in my pantry

on the morning of a visit
from a food inspector.

And you, of all people,
know I run a clean kitchen.

And that's not all.

The other night, they stabbed
a picture of us with a knife,

left it as some kind of message.

I'm worried about our safety,

but I can't go to the police

because if they're involved,

the public might hear

about the rats
and the cockroaches,

and then I will have
to close down,

and that's exactly
what this person wants.

So how can I help?

You are going
to the gala tonight?

Yes, of course.

This is a huge night for us.

It would be a public nightmare
if anything were to happen.

That's why we want to hire you,

to look into what's been
happening at Chez duquette.

Hire me?

Peter,
I'm not a private investigator.

You know the restaurant business

inside and out,

and mine specifically.

And you know every major player

in the city.

And because of our relationship,

no one will suspect anything

if you're seen hanging around,

watching what happens
at the restaurant.

Please...

I don't know
who else I can turn to.

Thank you.

Pauline!

Everything running smoothly?

So far so good.

All deliveries
arrived correctly.

The kitchen seems
to be running on time.

I'll take you back.

All right.

Raymond bishop is here?

You know, after all these years,

your uncle
has still never told me

what their feud is about.

I know, but what can we do?

Raymond owns filmore bistro

and is part of the association,

so he automatically
gets an invitation.

Service, please!

Klaus, can I speak
to you for a minute?

Henry, good to see you.

You, too, Klaus.

Henry's going to be helping us

with our "problems."

Well, thank god for that.

I can't be everywhere at once,

catching every slip-up.

Well, I will leave
you two to it.

All right.

I've got to go back out front.

Everybody's reputation
is on the line here.

I don't know what to do.

These aren't accidents.

Health inspectors don't usually
announce their visits.

How would somebody know
when to plant the rats?

Our inspectors
keep a rigid schedule.

We Mark him on the calendar.

So only somebody

familiar with this restaurant
and its operation

could have known
the inspector's date?

That's what I'm worried about.

And all of the delivery mishaps,

the access to files and labels,

would require
the same insider knowledge?

Exactly.

I see.

Pauline, how is
everything going this evening?

So far, so good.

Sally, have you met
Layton Leopold?

He's the chef at filmore bistro.

I don't believe I have.

You're the cook book author
that says eating out

is a complete waste
of time and money, right?

Oh...

Well...

Why don't you come by
the restaurant?

I'll prepare you something

that will make you
eat your words.

Sounds like a challenge.

It is.

Okay.

See you at dinner.

Thank you.

Henry, can I have
a word with you, please?

Of course, Raymond.

How are things
at filmore bistro?

Not good.

Something strange
is happening at my restaurant.

What do you mean?

Shipments are going missing.

End of the night receipts
don't add up.

Ingredients are ending up
in the wrong containers.

I may be paranoid,

but it's almost
as if I'm being...

Sabotaged.

Gentlemen,
we're starting the meal.

Can we continue this later?

Yes, of course, Raymond.

No, steak should
never be paired with lobster.

The only reason that it is

is so that restaurants can use
the term "surf and turf."

Americans love catchy titles.

Well, you should know
about catchy titles, Sally.

Ooh...

Oh!

Ah, now look at that!

This, Sally, is why you eat out.

This is the kind of thing
we need on our menu, Raymond.

If you would just listen to me,

we could make
bold choices like this

without alienating
our customers.

Or you could go buy
your own restaurant

and cook whatever you like.

But for the meantime,
I pay you to cook my menu.

Well!

Wow. Look at this.

So this is
the lamprey bordelaise.

It's very bold of Klaus

to serve lamprey
with this crowd.

What do you think, Oliver?

It's good.

Klaus is smart

to have the wine
accompany the sauce,

and not the eel.

Bet you never
cooked lamprey on your show.

How is everything?

Fantastic, pauline.
Well done.

Good, I'm glad.

I hope the eel

isn't too adventurous
for you, Raymond.

I know you like to keep things
basic at the bistro.

Oh, not at all, pauline.

No, no, I understand
your uncle needs

to distract his clientele
with flash.

Okay, here it goes,
here it goes...

All right, all right, you two,

let's just enjoy the meal.

You both own
wonderful restaurants,

and the good news is,

the city is big enough
for both your egos.

Let's toast to big egos!

Hear, hear.

Cheers.

Hear, hear!

Wait, wait!

Okay, go.

Excuse me, everyone.

May I have your attention?

My name is Ian jenkin.

I'm sure many of you
are familiar

with my investigative
news show...

What is this about?

I have no idea.

I've been working
on an investigation

for several weeks now.

What I'm about to reveal to you

will shock many of you
in this room.

Tonight...

I've put it together.

I finally have the proof.

I can prove that...

I can prove...

It was absolutely terrifying.

The deceased's name
is Ian jenkin, 44.

He's an investigative reporter
for channel seven news.

The one who took down
the deputy mayor last year?

That's the one.

Do we have a cause of death?

Well, it isn't clear,

although if you notice

the bluish tinge
around his mouth,

it could be indicative
of any number of conditions,

viral infection,

heart attack,
pulmonary embolism...

Any prescription bottles
in his pockets

to suggest a medical condition?

Nothing in his pockets...

Checked myself.

Witnesses say

that Mr. Jenkin
was making a speech

when he became disoriented
and collapsed.

There wasn't any sign
of chest pain,

he just hit the floor.

Hmm.

Could it be food poisoning?

Could be.

If it is,

it's one of the most severe
cases I've ever seen.

Okay, well, until you give us
the toxicology results,

we'd better treat this
like a suspicious death.

I can't believe he's dead.

Are you all right?
Can I get you anything?

Excuse me,

are you Mr... Ross?

You.

I know you.

You're the woman from the...

Detective Maggie price.

Detective?

- Mm-hmm.
- Ah...

Now it's all coming together.

It's a curious thing, I was...

Spare me the long version.

All I want to know is one thing.

Were you a witness
to what happened?

Well, yes, I was.

Hmm.

Mm!

That might be

the worst cup of coffee
I've ever tasted in my life.

Oh, could we get you
a latte instead?

Oh, would you?

No.

Did you know
Mr. Jenkin personally?

No, I didn't.

Do you know anyone

that would want to harm jenkin?

I take it from this line
of questioning

you're not thinking

it's a matter
of a simple fish allergy?

Well, until we get
the toxicology results in,

we're not ruling anything out.

Well, obviously,
it wasn't an allergic reaction.

And is that based on
your super detective powers,

Mr. Ross?

Uh, no,
just... common sense.

Look, number one,
Mr. Jenkin didn't exhibit

any classic choking signs
of anaphylaxis

associated
with severe allergic reactions.

And number two, if Mr. Jenkin
were allergic to fish,

he probably wouldn't be eating
the eel

in the first place,
now, would he?

Eel's a fish.

That makes sense.

Now, what most people
don't understand...

Who is this guy again?

Henry Ross.

He's some kind
of food specialist.

What's that mean?

Here's a copy of his bio
I got from his website.

You'll notice he
started his career

25 years ago...

At Chez duquette.

Oh...

Interesting coincidence.

Apparently,
he was quite the chef.

Now he's a consultant

and works for everybody
from small restaurants

to large international
food conglomerates.

Sounds like if you have
a problem in the food world,

Henry Ross is your guy.

Listen,

what you should be
concerning yourself with

is the lamprey.

That is an extremely
dangerous dish to be serving.

King Henry I died
from eating too much of it.

At least,
that's the official story...

I believe it was
from improper handling.

But if lamprey is
not prepared correctly

and all of the natural
toxin removed,

that is a fish
that kills quickly and quietly.

Quickly and quietly, huh?

Well, that sounds
like the perfect weapon

in the right hands.

How long have you been working
for Raymond bishop

at filmore bistro?

Seven or eight years.

Tell me about his relationship
with Peter duquette.

They can't stand each other.

The thing is with Raymond

is that he doesn't
listen to anybody.

He's terrified of change.

He's probably threatened
by Peter

because Peter
keeps Chez duquette relevant

by trying new things.

Mr. Bishop,

is it true that your restaurant,
filmore bistro,

has been experiencing
some strange mishaps?

Things that,
if not caught in time,

could damage your business?

Yes, that's true.
How did you know?

Is it also true
that you and Peter duquette

have a strong public dislike
for one another?

I hope the eel

isn't too adventurous
for you, Raymond.

I know you like

to keep things
basic at the bistro.

We have a healthy competitive
rivalry, that's all.

I understand
if not properly prepared,

lamprey can kill.

Seems like a pretty risky meal
to serve to 50 people.

I assure you,
the lamprey was safe.

I oversaw every step,

from ordering, delivery,
and preparation.

No one had access
to the eel except for me.

So you're saying

if anyone tampered
with the lamprey,

it had to be you?

Why would I do that?

I've spent 20 years

building my career as a chef.

This is going to ruin me!

Why would I destroy
my own career?

Did you know the victim?

No!

I mean, on TV, yeah,
like everyone else.

Do you think
he might have had any enemies?

The guy made a living
investigating people.

I'm sure he had
a list of enemies.

What about this Henry Ross guy?

Do you know him?

Sure, he was
on my cooking show. Why?

Of course, I know Henry.

Every owner
in the city knows Henry.

I've known him for years.
Why?

Henry always had a thing for me.

You call yourself...

"The gourmet detective?"

Not this conversation again.

Um...

I didn't come up with it,
someone else did,

and it just sort of stuck.

Huh.

Mr. Ross,
I am very interested in you.

Thank you?

Maybe you want to explain to us

why the one name
that keeps coming up is yours.

People like me?

Assuming for a minute
that the deceased was poisoned,

whoever did this
would need to understand

the intricacies
of preparing and serving eel.

They would need to understand
lamprey poisoning.

Did you know that lamprey
killed king Henry I?

Apparently.

Wait a minute...

Am I a suspect here?

Until we understand

exactly what we are
dealing with here,

all I know is that
there is one common denominator

in all of this...

And that's you.

Okay, I think
I'd like to talk to my lawyer.

Oh, sure, lawyer up.
Nothing suspicious about that.

Price, relax.

No, I've got your bio, Mr. Ross,

and I don't see a motive
for you... yet.

But I do think that you
could be very useful to us,

especially given
your long-standing history

with Mr. Duquette
and his restaurant.

Now, I would like you
to consult on this case.

Wait, what?

I spoke with Mr. Jenkin's
station manager.

He was working

on some kind
of a food industry expose,

but nobody knew the details.

Now, that dinner
had every major player

in the San Francisco food scene,

and if I was a betting woman,

I'd say that the target
of jenkin's investigation

was in that room

and knew that he was onto them.

If this turns out to be
a murder investigation,

I want you and price
working as a team.

You have invaluable insight

and contacts into this industry

that we simply don't have.

Okay, captain,
that is so not necessary.

We have more than
enough resources,

we do not need to include, um...

Henry.

Whatever.

Can we please just
think about this?

Ah, see, now,

fortunately for you,
I already have.

End of discussion.

Okay, look,

I am really flattered
by all of this,

but I...

I do have a rather substantial
daily fee, so...

Let's consider your payment

staying off my suspect list
for now.

Done.

- Good.
- Okay.

Be here in the morning,

and Maggie can start walking you
through what we know.

Captain,
this is not a great idea, okay?

I am more than capable
of doing this by myself

without dragging him along.

Duly noted.

I will see you
in the morning, price...

With Mr. Ross.

Good morning!

Morning!

I just jotted down
a couple of ideas for the blog

for you to research.

Excited for your first day
as a real detective?

You have no idea.

What's in there?

Uh-bup-bup!

Just a little treat

for everyone
down at the station.

Well, have a good first day.

Play nice
with the other detective.

Wish me luck.

All right.

Toxicology is in.

Think I'm going to take Mr. Ross

on a little trip to the morgue
with me.

Whoa, price,

you going to scare
the poor man off

on his first day?

Mm?

Well, he's already
20 minutes late,

so maybe he'll be a no-show.

Good morning, everyone!

Sorry I'm late.

I was busy making you
some decent coffee.

Detectives!

May I interest you
in some monkey parchment?

- Monkey what?
- Monkey who?

Only the best coffee
on the planet.

I always find

that porcelain make things
taste a little better.

There you are.

Thank you.

I love this moment...

When someone realizes
for the first time

they've been drinking dishwater
all their life

and calling it coffee.

Well?

- Wow.
- Right?

Oh man, that's good.

$300 a pound good.

Are you kidding me?

What is in this?

This is considered the sweetest,

most complex
Indian arabica coffee

ever produced.

The beans have been chewed on
and spat out

by rhesus monkeys
from the jungles of India.

I don't care what's in it.

- It's delicious.
- Cheers.

All right, boys...

You enjoy that monkey spit.

You. Let's go.

Tell me that is
not your breakfast.

Thanks for the coffee.
It's great.

My pleasure.

Next time, I will
bring you kopi luwak.

You definitely
don't want to know

where those beans came from.

Let's go.

You ever been
to a morgue, Mr. Ross?

Ah... right.

About that...

If you're going to pass out,

you should probably
sit down, Henry.

I'm fine.

Really? 'Cause you look
paler than the victim.

You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

Watching you squirm?

Yeah, little bit.

Okay.

Well, if you two are finished...

Mr. Jenkin died

from poisoning by ttb,

otherwise known
as tintilinum botulinum,

one of the cousins
of the botulism family.

I thought that botulism
only comes from spoiled food.

No, it can occur
in fish and vegetables, too.

Even at room temperatures,

spores germinate
into an active bacteria,

which produce a nerve toxin,

which usually kills.

Cooking temperatures
don't destroy it,

not even boiling water,

and it can kill
in an hour or less.

What?

So this ttb was in the lamprey?

Yes, and Mr. Jenkin's
bacteria measurement

was 3.5.

Now, anything over 1.2 is fatal.

That is
an enormous amount of ttb

to ingest in one sitting.

Yeah.

Is it even possible for him

to have consumed
that much of the toxin

from his meal alone?

In a word?

No.

Can you please
leave my trash alone?

You know, your body is a temple,

but you treat yours
like a dumpster.

I mean, don't get me wrong,

you look great
on the outside, but...

Hey.

Um... we're not buddies.

You know that, right?

So what I eat, what's in my car,

and especially what my body
looks like,

that is none of your business.

So if you have something
that you want to say

about the case, that's great.

Otherwise,
keep your comments to yourself.

You know, all I'm saying

is maybe, if you tried
eating more real food,

you'd stop tricking your body

into thinking
that this processed garbage

actually tastes good.

Yeah, well,
that's where you're wrong,

because it does taste good.

No...

You've dulled your tastebuds
into thinking it does

because they're so drugged
on sugar, salt,

nitrates, and preservatives,

that they've lost the ability
to pick out

the full spectrum of flavor

available to you
in real foods...

The subtleties, the nuances!

I mean, you're like a person
at the symphony

wearing ear plugs.

Look, I love the idea

of preparing locally-grown,
organic gourmet masterpieces

every night...
Who doesn't?

But I live in the real world,

and that means
that I usually have

about 12 and a half minutes
to prepare dinner

and 10 minutes to eat it

before my daughter
has to run off

and do her homework

and I have to hit the computer
to finish the work

that didn't get done
at the office

because I had to leave early
to go home and make dinner.

So spare me

your enlightened
foodie speeches,

because that is the last thing
that I need to hear

from some bachelor who has
all the time in the world

to just go meandering
around pacific heights

looking for turkish salt.

What makes you think
I'm a bachelor?

Lucky guess.

Now, how about
we just keep the conversation

about the case, okay?

Fine.
Sounds good.

Great.

How long have you been divorced?

This is Bailey.

Hey, Bailey, it's me.

The victim had enormous levels
of ttb in his system.

We are definitely looking
at a homicide.

A planned murder

made to look like
an accidental food poisoning?

Yep, the killer was using
a poisonous fish

to cover the poison.

I think we can assume

that Klaus's preparation
of the lamprey eel

was safe and toxin free.

I mean, why would he jeopardize
his own career like that?

No...

The killer cultivated the ttb

from a second, separate order
of lamprey

and then somehow injected
the poison into Ian's meal

without anyone noticing.

All right, Bailey,

why don't you talk
to the lamprey distributor

who sold the restaurant the eel
and see what you can find out.

Got it.

How we doing on the restaurant
surveillance footage?

Nothing there.

Someone cut the wires
several days ago.

All right, did we run
background checks

on the kitchen staff?

Everyone came up clear.

All right, can you run it again?

Just... somebody
must've seen something.

Okay. Got it.

What about the flash drive? What
was on that?

What flash drive?

I saw Oliver Paige,
you know, the chef on TV,

give Ian jenkin
a blue flash drive

right before the dinner.

And you're just
mentioning this now?

I can't think of everything.

But you can take 10 minutes

to lecture me
on my breakfast burrito.

Okay, I'll check
for a flash drive in evidence.

Thank you, Bailey.
I'll call you back.

Anything else
you care to mention?

Like, I don't know,

maybe you saw somebody
poison jenkin's meal?

No,
it's just like what I told you.

Ian was about to tell
everybody in that room

about something
he had just discovered.

Well, forensics is already
sweeping his house,

so, hopefully,

we'll find out
what he was working on

when we get to his office.

All right. Good plan.

I'm so glad you think so.

How long have you worked
with Ian jenkin?

Worked with?
That's a stretch.

Ian kept to himself.

But I've known him
almost 10 years,

since I started working
here at the station.

Did Mr. Jenkin
have any enemies at work?

Anybody who disliked him?

This is a competitive business,

and Ian stepped
on more than a few toes

to get to where he was,

but I don't think he
ticked off anyone enough

that they'd want
to see him dead.

This way, please.

This is his office.

He was rarely here,
always on the road.

I understand
Mr. Jenkin

was looking into a story
on the food industry

before he died.

Apparently so.

You know as much as I do.

Ian produced his own segments.

I only ever got involved
in what he was doing

if there were any legal issues

that our station lawyers
needed to go over first.

Other than that,
he was kind of a one-man show.

12, 9:30...

$350, a.S.

Does any of this
mean anything to you?

No, I don't think so.

I mean, I know
these restaurants, of course,

but I didn't know
he was investigating them.

Uh...
A.s...

That could be Alex scarponi.

He was a photographer
Ian would hire sometimes.

He would have paid him
around 350 bucks.

Other than that...

I don't think
I can help any more.

Could you get us
scarponi's contact information?

Sure.

Lucy, it's me.

I need you to look up something.

The name is either
Todd Armand or Armand Todd.

We're looking for a connection
between him and Ian jenkin.

All right, I'm on it.

- Okay, thanks.
- Bye.

Yep, sounds good, Bailey.

Bye.

Scarponi's on a photo shoot
in Italy.

He left this morning and is not
due back 'til next week.

Okay, I have my assistant, Lucy,

looking up who Todd Armand is.

Okay, look, I don't need
you or your assistant

doing research for us.

Let the department
handle the investigation.

Just trying to help.

Wait a second!

You know, Oliver Paige's
cooking show

used to tape here.

I guest-starred on it once.

I made this sesame
ginger cornish hen...

It was out of this world.

And this is relevant because...?

Because...

When Ian jenkin asked
for a massive pay raise,

the network didn't have
any money left over.

That's why Oliver's show
was canceled.

Oliver's been
out of work ever since.

So you think that Oliver

could have been angry enough
about that

to poison the guy
who got his show canceled?

It's possible.

It's possible!

So...

How many kids do you have?

One.

Daughter, right?
I was right, wasn't I?

You know, I think
it's your humility

that really draws people to you.

Was that a joke?

You made a joke!
See, I knew there was

a sense of humor
in there somewhere.

Yeah, because
when I'm not on the job,

doing real detective work,

I'm actually a fun person.

Duly noted.
Fun person.

Of course, if that were true,

you wouldn't have been on
that date

with that drip
at the cooking class.

What was his name?
Leonard?

Len is his name,
and he's a very nice person.

Ah.

So when are you going
to break up with him?

What? I'm just saying,

if we're going to be partners,

- we should probably...
- Whoa. Whoa.

Hold on a second, okay?

We are not partners.
Let's be clear about that.

All right?

I am not even having
this conversation with you.

Oh, my god.

I don't think he's home.

Oliver!

In a murder mystery,
this would be very concerning.

What's the standard operating
procedure here, detective?

Uh, some would say
close the door

and come back another time.

And others?

Others would say get behind me,

don't touch anything,

and these few moments
never happened.

I love
this cloak and dagger stuff.

Oliver!

It's detective price,
San Francisco pd.

Anybody home?

Maggie!

He's alive.

Oliver?

Oliver!

Oof! Okay.

Let's get you up.
There we go.

Get in the chair.

You okay?

I, uh... I know you.

I'm detective price.
We met last night.

Oh...

Let me get you a glass of water.

Rough night?

Yeah, you could say that.

I think we were all
a little shaken up over Ian.

You have company last night,
Oliver?

No, I was, uh...
I was alone.

No hot date?

Just drowning your sorrows
alone?

Ah, no, I'm, um, married...

I mean, separated.

Thank you. I, uh...

Why exactly are you here again?

We wanted to ask you

about the flash drive
that you gave to Ian jenkin

right before he died.

Do you happen to know
what was on it?

I don't know.

Ian asked me to pick it up
from a photographer.

Alex scarponi?

Yeah.

I didn't think that you and Ian
were terribly close.

We weren't.

I mean, we knew each other
from the station,

but to be honest,

I don't think
Ian was close to anybody...

Not that I know of, anyway.

Speaking of the station,
I loved the show.

- You did?
- I did. Big fan.

I loved the one especially

when Henry cooked you
the cornish chicken.

Hen.

Hen. Delicious.

Yeah, it was a good gig.

You must be pretty angry
it got canceled.

Well...

I mean, I was, at first.

But to tell you the truth,
I got pretty burned out.

Hosting a weekly cooking show

is a lot more work
than you'd think.

There's the prep,
the rehearsals...

The whole thing
helped torpedo my marriage.

Anyway, I have some
other opportunities

that have come my way recently,

so who knows?

Maybe losing the show

wasn't such a bad thing
after all.

He's lying.

About what?

When you asked him
if he was alone last night,

he looked up and to the left.

Classic tell.

Did you read that in a book?

Yes, actually, I did.

I have a little soft spot
for crime fiction.

Mm.

Chandler, rendell, le carre,
I've read them all.

You know, you'd be amazed
what you can learn

- from reading a book, detective.
- Oh yeah?

You know what's really amazing?

Actual police work.

He was lying about being alone.

Is that lipstick?

Yup.

Where did you find that?

Not in a book.

We need to check it for prints.

Lamprey distributor
confirms there were two orders,

one week apart from each other.

Told you.

Do we have a name
that goes with the first order?

Negative.

It was paid for in cash
by a John Doe.

No security cameras
for an I.D.,

and the distributor
doesn't really remember

what he looked like
other than that he was a man.

So I take it
we won't have much luck

in tracking down a John Doe

who pays for his fish in cash.

Maybe the victim was doing
an investigative report

on Chez duquette

and all the crazy stuff
that was going on,

and Peter was so scared
of all the negative publicity,

that he killed him.

No, no, listen...
I know Peter.

He would never hurt anyone.

And besides, think about it...

A dead customer just draws
negative attention

to your restaurant, all right?

It doesn't make sense,

which is why I also don't think
Klaus could have done it.

A poisoned customer
points the finger at him.

It makes no sense.

Well, we also have
another problem,

because Oliver just confirmed

that he did in fact give
Mr. Jenkin

a blue flash drive

that there was no evidence of
at the crime scene.

So where did that go?

How could it go missing?

Are you sure
it's not in evidence?

I checked
all of the victim's pockets

at the crime scene myself.

They were all completely empty.

Trust me, there's
no flash drive in evidence.

Do you remember anyone
being near the body

before the police
arrived on the scene?

Well, we all immediately
surrounded him, of course,

to see what we could do to help,

but I don't remember anyone
going into his pockets.

Not that they
couldn't have later

when I wasn't looking.

I thought nothing escaped
your keen observation?

You know what I noticed?

You've got a button missing
on your jacket.

You might want to get that
fixed sometime.

The fingerprints
just came back on the glass.

You're not going
to believe this.

They belong to pauline duquette.

She's in the system?

She was arrested
at a political rally

at Harvard 12 years ago.

This just got interesting.

Let's go find her.

Nice work, munro!

Thank you.

Oliver and I have been friends
for a long time.

After what happened
at the restaurant,

we were both upset.

He asked if I wanted
to have a drink,

so I went.

I also wanted
to continue talking to him

about opening
a new cooking school

with him as our star chef.

What?

I'm sorry, uncle,

it's just with everything
going on at our restaurant,

I... I was worried
things were falling apart,

and we were losing sales.

And then when that
reporter died, I...

We had to do something.

I thought that maybe

we could leverage
the duquette name

into something else
to keep us going.

You shouldn't be making
business decisions without me.

I'm still the owner here.

I know, I just...

I was trying
to save what we have.

Why would Oliver lie to us
about seeing you?

We had too much to drink,

and things got out of hand.

Oliver is trying to fix things

between him and his wife, so...

He wouldn't want
word to get out.

That's all.

So we've been able to clear

all friends, family
and co-workers.

Anyone that jenkin nailed
from his investigations

is either still behind bars
or has been ruled out.

We spoke with scarponi in Italy,
and he said

that jenkin just wanted
everyone that was associated

with filmore bistro
and Chez duquette

to be photographed.

He states he never witnessed
anything unusual,

and everything he photographed,

he put on that flash drive

and handed over to Oliver Paige.

We still don't know
who Todd Armand is,

or Armand Todd.

As for 12 to 9:30,

that could be 12 to 9:30
as in a time frame,

or a 9:30 appointment
on the 12th.

Jenkin was murdered on the 12th.

Maybe he was meeting
this Armand guy

on the 12th
at 9:30 in the morning?

All right.

We still don't have anything
that ties jenkin

to anyone from that dinner.

Wait a minute.

What if we're looking
at this all wrong?

What if the murderer
weren't after the reporter?

What if the intended target

was actually Peter
and his restaurant?

Who would benefit the most

from Chez duquette
going out of business?

Peter's rival, Raymond bishop.

Exactly.

Everybody knows
that they hate each other.

Who better than Raymond

to know how to sabotage
another restaurant?

But wasn't Raymond's restaurant

being sabotaged, too?

Well, that could just be
a cover to throw us all off.

That's right.

Jenkin could've discovered

Raymond was sabotaging
Chez duquette.

He confronted Raymond
with his evidence.

Raymond panicked,
poisoned him at the dinner,

thereby silencing
the investigation and...

Putting his hated rival
out of business.

Killing two birds
with one stone.

- Bam!
- Bam!

Oh, boy...

Okay, this is how it works.

You keep an eye out
for anything suspicious,

and let me do the talking.

If Raymond cultivated
the toxin at his house,

it's more than likely

there'll be trace elements left.

Forsyth's assembling

a forensics team right now.

Okay,
can you stay behind me, please?

Okay, fine. Fine.

Raymond bishop,
San Francisco pd.

Detective...
Henry...

What can I do for you?

Mr. Bishop?

We have some questions for you.

May we come in?

Uh, well, it's, uh...

If you prefer,

we can take it
down to the station.

No, that's fine.
Come in.

Peter!

Henry.

We've been friends for 40 years.

We trained together
under the same chef

at one of the best
cooking schools in Paris

when we were young men.

He turns up at the school

where I was the star pupil.

Oh, the ego on this guy!

I was about to say,

this young guy turns up
at the school,

blows everybody's socks off.

'Course, I knew
I had to step up my game.

We were always trying

to outdo each other
over the years.

Peter eventually took over
his family's restaurant,

and eventually,
I came to San Francisco

and was able to open
filmore bistro.

Right,

and shortly after
he had opened his restaurant,

I gave an interview
in the newspaper

and, uh...

I made some comments
about Raymond and his cooking.

Of course, I was just teasing,

but the journalist
didn't write it that way.

And all of a sudden,
it became this huge...

Rivalry.

Yeah, yeah.

But instead of hurting business,

I mean, customers were flocking
to the restaurants

to see what was going on.

Right, business was booming,
so why set them straight?

So you never wanted
to ruin Peter?

Of course not.

No.

No.

As a matter of fact, he's been
trying to keep my spirits up.

I don't know.

With everything
that's been going on,

sometimes, I wonder
if I should just retire...

Just pack the whole thing up.

Yeah.

I've been wondering
the same thing.

This business, it's...

It's just not the same anymore.

Thank you, gentlemen.

So I might have been
a little off in my theory.

You should've heard forsyth

when I told her
to call off the forensics.

I don't know
what she was thinking

by pairing us together.

This is ridiculous.

Oh...

Thank you.

And what are we doing here?

I don't really want
to eat ribs right now.

Maggie, I'm sorry
that I screwed up.

I am.

But I brought you here

because I wanted to show you

why this case
means so much to me.

When I was a teenager,

shortly after
I started working for Peter,

he saw something in me.

And so, one day,
he brought me here,

and he pointed to that gentleman
right back there.

That's the owner.

Had this place 50 years.

Peter told me,

"Henry, it doesn't
matter if you work

in a high-end establishment
like mine

or a little place like this.

If you bring the same passion
and care to your cooking

that that man brings to his,

you will be a success in life,

no matter the size of
your bank account."

That is the best advice
anyone has ever given me

my entire life.

And I also brought you here

because we didn't get lunch,

and these are the best ribs

you are ever going to eat
in your entire life.

I'll see about that.

There's no way around it.

You've just got
to dive in and get messy.

I'm not afraid.

Hey, Lucy.

Hi! Okay,
there are three Todd armands

living in San Francisco,

but I can't find a connection
between them and Ian jenkin.

I did have an idea
for this week's blog, though.

How about food poisoning?

48 million people
get food poisoning each year

in this country.

3,000 of them actually die.

We could call it

"the secret killer
lurking in your fridge."

I like it.

So how's the case going?

Deadlier by the minute.

"Drop the case,
or you're next?"

You have to tell Maggie.

No way.

If the police think
I'm in danger,

they're going to take me
off the case,

and I'm not going
to let that happen.

I promised Peter that I would
get to the bottom of this,

and that's what I'm going to do.

How can you eat
at a time like this?

It's not for me, it's for you.

You know I think better
when I'm cooking.

Voila.

Best perk of my job.

Oh, yum.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Henry, this case
is getting serious.

I don't want anything
to happen to you.

How am I supposed to find
another job

where I get to eat this well?

Hello?

Hey, it's Maggie.

I found something.

Yeah? What have you got?

Well, I was combing the web
for images of Ian jenkin.

Remember how Sally aldrin
said that she'd just met him?

Yeah.

Well, I found
a photo of Sally and Ian

looking pretty cozy
at a fundraiser.

The photo was taken
one week ago.

Why would she lie to you
about them being an item?

Because that would make her
a top suspect.

We have to talk with Sally
right away.

Right.

Look, today is Saturday.

Sally's book launch is tonight.

Perfect.
We'll confront her there

and catch her off guard.

Good idea.

See you.

It's funny...

Maggie didn't mention
she had a new partner.

Oh, no, no, no.

We're not partners.

I'm just a consultant.

Mm-hmm.

You know,

my Mom never takes
this long to get ready.

You sure this isn't a date?

Oh, no.

Definitely not a date.

Wait here, I'll go check on her.

You win those?

We all got one
just for showing up.

Well, that's ridiculous.

I mean, you know, no offense.

No, it is ridiculous.

I mean, if I get a trophy,

I want it to mean something.

So how good are you?

I'm rated at 1650.

Wow! Really?

You play?

State champ, two years running.

Really?

When I was your age,

I used to skip school

and play with the old guys
in the park for money.

I mean,
not that you should do that.

Don't... don't do that.

Maybe you could teach me
something!

Or... whatever.

I mean, I'm sure
you're probably really busy.

No, I'll definitely show you
some tricks.

I'd love to.

Here she is.

High heels and all.

Whoa.

Pigs do fly.

Enjoy yourselves, you two.

Mom, for the last time,

we are going out for work.

Then how come you kept
changing your outfit?

Don't you have homework?

Already did it.

Of course you did.
I love you.

Love you, too.

Sorry I have to work late again.

I'll be back
as soon as I can, okay?

Oh, take your time...

So...

Let's go crash a party.

Thank you so much for coming.

Just trying to blend.

Of course you are.

It's nice to see you
not wearing grey.

You look beautiful.

Right.

What?

What's the punch line?

There's no punch line.
I mean it.

You look beautiful.

Although I am wondering

where you're hiding your gun.

Sally!

Henry! Hi!

And it's detective... price?

That's right.

You guys here
on official business,

or are you here
to enjoy the party?

Official business.

I'm enjoying the party.
She's driving.

Ms. Aldrin,

this photo suggests
that you and Ian

were on much friendlier terms

than what you led us to believe.

Why would you lie to us?

Because I was scared.

I watch TV, okay?

The murderer always turns out

to be the angry girlfriend.

Look, I had nothing
to do with Ian's murder,

all right?

Ian had enough
enemies on his own.

He didn't need
my help to kill him.

There was tension between
the two of you at Chez duquette.

Well, you should know
about catchy titles, Sally.

What were you fighting about?

Our different definitions
of the word, "exclusive."

But that doesn't
make me a killer.

Look, I really
can't handle a scandal

right now.

I don't want to make
my publishers nervous,

so if we could just...

Wrap this up?

Come here.

Okay, um...

Now...

Sally...

Word on the street

is that you're being wooed
by another publisher.

What? I know things!

What other publisher?

You mean my talks with Layton?

Layton Leopold?

The chef at filmore bistro?

Yeah.

Layton came to me a while ago.

He said he was starting
his own line of cookbooks,

mainly featuring his own recipes
from filmore bistro.

He said that he was coming
into a lot of money

and that he was getting ready

to buy the restaurant
from Raymond.

Wait, Layton said this?

Yeah, he said Raymond
was ready to retire,

and that he was tired
of running the business

and all the hassles
that came with it.

Thought he was going to get

a pretty good price on it, too.

I think
they were having problems.

Did Layton say

where this money
was coming from?

I didn't ask.

I'm not looking to expand.

As you can see, my publishers
treat me pretty well.

I really should get back
to mingling.

Sure.

Just...

Yeah, yeah...
"Don't leave town".

Okay, look, if we hurry,

we can probably
still catch Layton

at filmore bistro.

The kitchen's open
until 11:00.

Okay, Henry, it's late.
It's been a long week.

I'm going to go home

and spend some time
with my daughter.

We're going to start again
on Monday, okay?

What are you talking about?

We've got a major lead
to follow up on.

I mean, Layton is clearly
up to something.

Henry...

Okay, look,
this is what I propose.

We go talk to Layton,
then after,

we go for mu shu pork
and talk about the case.

Lucy, my assistant,
her parents own

the best restaurant
in all of Chinatown.

I have a life
outside of the police force.

Abby already doesn't see
enough of me as it is.

Now, this may be hard
for you to understand

because you are not responsible

for anyone else,

but we have a family rule.

I am home for dinner
four nights a week,

and I already missed
that dinner.

This is my job,

and I care deeply
about what I do,

but my family comes first,

and nobody
is going to change that.

Seriously, I'm right there

in the middle of the palace,
with soaking wet shoes.

It was ridiculous!
I thought

they were going to throw
me out of the country

right there.

Thankfully, they didn't.
I was invited back, but...

Hey!

What are you doing?

How was your run?

What are you doing here?

He's making breakfast.

You have got
to try these omelets.

They're insane.

Do you know Henry has traveled

all over the world?

Tell my Mom the story
about the bull in Spain.

Yeah, now may not be the best...

He was gored by a bull!

Yeah, uh, minor goring.

Show her the scar.

Uh, it's fine.
I don't need to see the scar.

I'm just trying to understand

why you're here when I told you

that we could reconvene
on Monday.

- Maggie...
- Mom...

Look, I'm sorry, I just...

I wanted you to know
that I heard you

loud and clear last
night, all right?

You need to be
with your family...

Who are adorable, by the way.

Bon appetit.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

So I was thinking, you know,

why not do both, right?

Mm!

Okay.

Look, before you throw me out,

why don't I at least
make you breakfast?

I've got everything out.
It's ready to go.

Fine.

Yeah?

What do you like in your omelet?

Everything.

Oh...

With tabasco.

My kind of woman.

There you are.

Pretty.

How is it?

It's great.

Really?

Wow, you are so needy!
You know that?

All chefs are.
What can I say?

By the way,
you were right last night.

I don't have anything
outside of work.

This is all I have.

Your family is great.

You're a lucky woman.

I know.

I'm sorry if I over-reacted.

No, you've got nothing
to apologize for.

This was a dumb idea.

Look, I'm just
going to clean up,

and I will get out of your hair.

Hey, um...

My Mom was going
to take Abby out

for a few hours anyway.

If you want,
we could go over stuff.

I thought you'd never ask!

Excited?

Bam!

Wow!

You recreated
the murder board...

In my living room.

In case you're wondering,

I used the photos
from my cell phone.

Trust me, it's exactly the same.

I can see that.

Okay...

You think that Layton

was sabotaging
his own restaurant

so that he could destroy
the business enough

to be able to buy the restaurant
from Raymond?

Everybody in town knows
that Layton has a big ego

and believe that Raymond
doesn't give him

the exposure
he feels he deserves.

If you would just listen to me,

we could make
bold choices like this

without alienating
our customers.

Or you could go buy
your own restaurant

and cook whatever you like.

And Layton
was clearly frustrated

that Raymond refused
to take any risks.

If Layton owned filmore bistro,

he would turn it into a shrine
to showcase his cooking,

something Raymond
would never let happen.

So, what is Layton's motive
for killing jenkin?

Jenkin discovered

what Layton was doing to Raymond

and his restaurant.

So, Layton also started

sabotaging Chez duquette
as the perfect decoy.

Exactly.

Okay, so, from the beginning...

Layton causes problems
at filmore bistro

but knows that he's going to be
a prime suspect.

So, to throw off
any investigation,

he also sabotages Chez duquette,

with the added benefit
of harming his main competitor.

We need to find out
where Layton is right now

and bring him in
for questioning.

Exactly.

Maggie, take a look at this.

I've got a message
from Layton Leopold.

What?

Henry...

I need you to tell everyone

that I never meant for this
to go so far.

I didn't mean for Mr. Jenkin to
die, but he...

Anyway, I've ended it all now.

"If Raymond had
just listened to me,

none of this
would have happened.

I was the reason

filmore bistro
was such a success.

But Raymond has no ambition.

When he refused to sell me
the business,

he left me no choice."

"I began tampering
with ingredients,

disrupting the business...

Pushing Raymond to the point
where he was ready to retire.

I started sabotaging
Chez duquette as well..."

I did not order this!

I got the order right here!

"To make it look like
all of the chaos linked back

to the feud between Raymond and Peter.

When jenkin began
investigating what was going on,

he was going to blow the lid
off everything.

I panicked.

I knew Klaus was serving
lamprey at the gala

and cultivated my own toxin."

Excuse me.

Could you take this drink
over to that gentleman?

Please and thank you.

"I poisoned his drink
before the dinner,

hoping everyone would think
jenkin's death was an accident."

"But I didn't have a choice.

He cornered me.
I was afraid."

"I didn't know what to do."

"I can't live
with what I've done,

so I've used the poison
on myself."

We just swept his garage

for the second time.

No trace of ttb.

Wherever he cultivated
the poison, it wasn't here.

You should check the harbor.

Guess what we just found
tucked away in a drawer?

Does this look familiar?

That's the one.

We tried it
on one of our laptops.

It's encrypted.

I'm sure one of the
I.T. Guys can unlock that.

Shouldn't take them that long.

Bag it up with everything else.

You know what I take
from all this?

No more seafood, man.
I'm done.

So that's it, then?

Case closed?

Is it always like this?

No.

It's never this clean.

Henry...

I need you to tell everyone

that I never meant for this
to go so far.

I didn't mean for Mr. Jenkin to
die, but he...

Anyway, I've ended it all now.

What are you doing?

There's something bothering me
about this message.

I can't put my finger on it.

Henry...

I need you to tell everyone

that I never meant for this
to go so far.

I didn't mean
for Mr. Jenkin to die...

It's too clean.

It's just too clean...

What's too clean?

Oh, nothing.
Sorry.

I was just thinking about work.

This looks like
a lot of effort, Mom.

We could just order something.

No! I want to do this.

You know,

food is not just supposed
to be about sustenance.

It's about...
The experience.

Do you know

how long this experience
is going to take?

I'm starving.

Okay, why don't you go
grab an apron,

and then you can help
speed this along?

- Okay!
- Okay.

You want help?

Yeah.

So what are we making?

I was thinking

about doing thai stir fry.

What do you think?

Sounds yummy.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Want to chop on
the carrots there?

Sure.

And chop.

Oops, sorry.

Bailey!

Detective, I've got something
you really need to see.

The guys in I.T.,
they unlocked the flash drive.

And?

It was filled
with photos of people

working at Chez duquette
and filmore bistro.

But there's this one photo
in particular

I think you're really going
to be interested in.

I'm emailing it over to you
right now.

I can't get over
these food poisoning stats.

128,000 people
are hospitalized each year.

Well, like you said,

it's the killer
lurking in your fridge.

Or fridge magnet!

That magnet on the board...

Lucy, it was never Todd!

T-o-d-d.

It was t-c-d-d!

The "o" was a "c!"

Look up a business called, uh...

Thompson, christie,
Davies, and devine.

Got it.
Look at this.

This is a merchant bank
right here in San Francisco.

Check out the address.

1274 Armand St.

It was never a person,
it's a street.

It says here they specialize
in the food industry.

We know the 12th
was the same day

jenkin was murdered.

And Sally said that Layton
was coming into some money.

Maybe jenkin
discovered a connection

between Layton and this bank

and went on the 12th
at 9:30 to investigate.

Whatever he found out
led to his conclusion,

which he was about to announce
before his death.

Wait a minute.

Armand street is in
the financial district, right?

The financial district
has that clock

that chimes, right?

Yeah, it's right by the park.

Henry...

There!

...That I never meant
for this to go so far.

I didn't mean for Mr. Jenkin to
die, but he...

And again!

Anyway, I've ended it all now.

That was a one o'clock
and two o'clock chime

in one recording.

How did two chimes
separated by an hour

end up in a message
that only lasted 15 seconds?

What?

I have to call Maggie...

Henry,
I was just about to call you.

I have something to show you.

I have something
to show you, too.

It's not over.

I didn't mean for Mr. Jenkin to
die, but he...

Anyway, I've ended it all now.

So the lab guys have confirmed

that the message
was spliced together

from a number
of different recordings.

Layton wasn't working alone.

So Layton was murdered.

Yes.

Maybe they had an argument,

or Layton wanted to come clean.

Whatever it was,

his accomplice recorded
a series of conversations,

spliced them together,

poisoned him with the toxin,

and... problem solved.

I just got off
the phone with the merchant bank

where jenkin had a meeting
the morning of his murder,

and his investigation
was spot on.

Layton and his partner

did have a meeting at the bank

several weeks earlier

about raising funds
for a food conglomerate

that involved
a frozen food line,

cooking schools,
a line of books, the works.

That's right.

That's why jenkin had photos

of Sally aldrin
and Oliver Paige.

They were going to be
part of this new food empire.

Layton and his partner
were planning all of this

without Raymond and Peter
knowing anything about it.

Why did nobody mention
any of this

during interrogation?

As far as they were concerned,

these were just
individual conversations.

They had no idea

that they were part
of some grand conspiracy,

or even the fact

that they were connected
to Ian jenkin's murder.

And do you want
to know the best part?

What's the best part?

Our I.T. Guys were able
to unlock that flash drive

Ian jenkin
so desperately wanted.

Layton's partner
at that meeting...

Was pauline duquette.

'Kay, thanks.

Scarponi just confirmed
taking photos

of pauline and Layton kissing.

Why didn't he mention that
earlier?

Said he didn't bring it up
because it didn't look unusual.

Just two people outside a bank
like any other couple.

Jenkin knew what it meant.

Yeah.

That's why Layton stole
the flash drive.

He was worried
about incriminating photos.

They were behind it
from the beginning.

Layton's been sabotaging
filmore bistro

and pauline was doing
the same thing to Chez duquette.

Bailey, munro, cover the back.

Hey, you, stay here.

What, are you kidding me?

We're not dealing
with the Russian mob here.

What's she going to do,
throw poisoned fish at us?

Oh, my god... Henry!

Stay behind me!

Pauline duquette,
you're under arrest

for the murders of Ian jenkin

and Layton Leopold.

Excuse me?

The spliced recording
and suicide note

were a nice touch,
although, frankly,

I could have done
without the knife in my kitchen.

At what point did you realize
you needed to get rid of Layton?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I imagine he was
feeling very guilty

about the death of Ian jenkin,

because that was never part
of the plan, was it?

Ian forced your hand
when he confronted you.

You're the one
who poisoned him at the dinner.

This is ridiculous.

What proof do you have?

Aside from the fact that we know

that you and Layton
were a couple

and have photos to prove it,

and that you were
taking meetings

at the merchant bank

about merging
your two restaurants,

what I think
will really please the judge

is that ttb is such
a virulent toxin,

that even if you wear gloves
and scour your hands after,

traces of the airborne molecules
remain on your skin for days.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say

can and will be used
against you...

Whoa!

Whoa.
Pauline...

Pauline, put the gun down.

Give me the gun.

It was unloaded.

My uncle keeps it for
when he's working late.

It makes him feel safer.

Cuff yourself to the radiator.

And give me the keys.

You're coming with me.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go!

Through the kitchen.

Go!

Move, let's go!

Police!
Drop the weapon!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Pauline, drop the gun.

Stay back!

Okay, everybody, just calm down.

Everything is under control,
all right?

You and Layton were going
to run down both restaurants

to the point

where you could buy them
off of Peter and Raymond

for a great price.

Right?

It was actually
a brilliant plan.

You and Layton, your lover,

leveraging both restaurants

to woo investors
into a whole new food empire

that put you both
at the center of it all.

I have to admire your ambition.

Except that
after you killed jenkin,

Layton got cold feet,

and he started
to panic, didn't he?

Because Layton never planned
on this turning into murder.

Okay, I'm warning you!

Okay, Maggie, could you just...

Listen, pauline...

I have known you
your entire life.

Think of what you're doing
to Peter.

He loves you so much.

You're the daughter
he never had.

This restaurant

has been part
of your family's history

for the past 80 years.

Don't let it end like this.

It doesn't have to.
It's not too late.

Look...

You owe it to your family.

You owe it to Peter.

Two people have died.

It's over.

I'm so sorry, Henry.

I didn't mean for it
to be this way.

It just...
It got out of hand.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say

will be used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney,

one will be appointed to you.

Well, I, um...

Hate to say it, but nicely done.

Well, something had to be done.

If I left it up to you,

clearly,
I was going to get shot.

Excuse me?

If it weren't for me

and two other armed detectives,

you would never be seen again.

So I think the words
that you're looking for

are, "thank you".

Thank you?
Really?

'Cause at the rate
you were going,

she was going to shoot me first,
then take aim at you.

I mean,
you should be thanking me

for saving both our lives.

Are you kidding me?

Do you always antagonize
an armed criminal like that?

Because if we're ever
going to partner up again...

Trust me,

you and I will never
work together again.

I'm just saying...

Stop talking, Henry.

I'm just saying, if we did...

Oh my god!

You cannot stop, can you?

Is it impossible

for you to just
keep your mouth closed

for two minutes?

Make a left up here
if we're going to be...

Don't tell me how to drive.

Say cheese!

Parents, please be seated
so we can start.

Go get 'em,
girl. Okay?

Once the buzzer goes
and our kids start playing,

there will be no talking.

You'll do great!

Hey.

You know your dad
would be here if he could be.

Sure, Mom.

Henry!

Sorry I'm late,
I couldn't find parking.

What?

I invited him.

You did?

Watch your corridors,

and don't bring your queen
out too soon, okay?

Okay. Got it.

Should we, uh, grab a seat?

Sure. Yeah,
I, um...

I have a few
reserved right here.

Perfect.

All right, players.

Have fun.

Thank you.

For coming.

That was very kind of you.

I'm glad to be here.

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