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- So...
- Yeah.

How's your, uh...

How's your new little partner doing?

- Driver.
- Driver... Well,

she's gonna have some
mighty big shoes to fill

compared to your last partner.

You're a boy size 5 at best.

We'll see how long this one lasts.

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Oh, somebody's ears were burning.

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Yeah, we'll see how long this one lasts.

Hot! Ah!

- Your purse!
- Ah!

Your purse, now. Now!

- Now!
- I'm sorry!

I'm just trying to find
a place to put my coffee.

- What kind of coffee?
- Uh, black coffee and oat milk latte.

Give me the latte.

- To hold?
- The latte, lady, now!

That's almond milk!

I... I... I asked for oat milk. I...

I'm allergic to nuts!
You want to kill me?

I'm so sorry! Are
you... you gonna be OK?

No thanks to you.

And that.

Mugged?

In broad daylight?

What is this city coming to?

Yeah, it was unexpected.

Well, what did the police say?

Oh, I didn't... I
didn't want to be late.

Sarah... I still have
some friends on the force.

- I can make a call.
- No! I'm fine. I just want to work.

I don't want Marissa to
think that I'm some...

I'll just be more aware next time.

I don't want her to know.

Well...

Don't tell her.

Morning!

- First of all, way too many texts.
- Morning.

- Way too many.
- Sorry. I was...

No need to type out each
thought individually,

sending texts one at a time.

- Yeah, I...
- One big text next time.

Better yet, no texts.

- One big no text.
- Sorry, I'm...

Where's my coffee?

Where's the coffee you texted about?

Um, I'll... I'll... I'll go make one.

What is that?

There's a client in your office.

Uh, Goran Kurjak.

So you're hoping to recover a painting?

It was stolen from my study last night.

- It is very valuable.
- What did the police say?

Police...

Police are useless.

Mmm, very much on the same page.

They come, they look around.

They say, "Hey, let insurance
handle it." You know?

This is why I am here.

I don't want insurance money.

I want my painting!

I need someone who can work quiet...

who knows their way around...

obstacles.

Say no more.

I own a great deal
of art, expensive art.

And if people find out about the theft,

I will look like an easy target.

Well, as I'm sure you'll appreciate,

a delicate matter such as this

is going to require
the utmost discretion,

a special investigation
with a special fee.

I'm jotting down a number.

I will give you $80,000 for
my painting's safe return.

Exactly what I was jotting down.

I can start right away.

- Excellent.
- We'll meet you at your house.

Thank you.

So this painting is 100% stolen, right?

- Yes.
- No, I mean, like before is was stolen from Goran?

Mr. Kurjak probably obtained it

via questionable means, yes.

And are you sure that this is
a case that we should be taking?

We are not taking anything.

I am taking it. And yes.

Mr. Kurjak already
paid me $8,000 up front.

Not my concern whether
or not it was purchased

- on the black market or not.
- Right. So this is

- just about the money for you.
- Yes, 100%.

Have you not been paying attention?

Stay here. Candy Crush it up.

Welcome. Come in!

Quite the pad. I'm thinking
I may have undercharged you.

Yes, the, uh, art of my
homeland is my obsession.

The war destroyed so much.
I try to preserve what I can.

This way, please.

The scene of the crime.

Just the painting?
Nothing else was taken?

Is that of significance?

It means the painting was targeted.

Whoever took it knew
exactly what they were doing.

Got any, uh, photos?

Of the painting? No.

Why would I?

When I want to look at the
painting, I look at the painting.

- Any insurance records?
- Not for this piece.

This piece got a name?

Untitled #2.

- And the artist?
- Unattributed.

You're not giving me much to go on here.

The lock's busted.

- You keep this door locked all the time?
- Always.

I'll need a list of names:

friends, families, cleaners, workers,

anyone who's been in the house

or who may know the painting was here.

Yes, I will get you that list.

And I will also have Milan do the same.

That's my son, my, uh, idiot son.

He was here the night of the robbery.

I came home from a business trip.

The front door was unsecured,

and I find him passed out on the floor.

Painting was gone,

and he says he does
not remember a thing.

Is that so?

♪ Burn it down ♪

♪ Burn it down ♪

♪ Watch it burn down to the ground ♪

♪ Burn it down ♪
♪ Burn it down ♪

Dad?

Dad, anyone call?

Hey!

Why are you shouting about phone calls?

Who would call for you here?

Huh? What's wrong with your phone?

Did you walk into the
pool with it again?

Oh my God, two times, that happened,

and I never hear the end of it!

I didn't say any calls for
me. I said: "Did anyone call?"

You know? About... about whatever.

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A grown man, and he
acts like a little boy.

Always leaving your
messes for others to clean.

- And I pay the price.
- I don't need this! I'm out of here.

Hey, don't walk away!

This woman needs a
list of names from you!

I'm sorry.

In my culture, family ties are strong,

but, uh, my son, he's, uh...

What's the word? Uh...

"Special"?

A constant disappointment.

Milan!

- I need a word.
- And you are?

PI. Your dad hired me to
find a stolen painting.

Oh yeah?

Let me guess.

You had a couple friends over,
a little party last night?

No. I was alone

and working on my debut album nonstop.

I'm bringing rap metal
back to the mainstream.

Just what no one asked for.

- Had drinks to get into the flow.
- How'd that go?

- I guess I had too many.
- Good guess.

Next thing I know, I'm
waking up on the floor,

and my dad is screaming
at me about his painting.

All he cares about is his
art from the old country.

- What about my art, hmm?
- Your rap metal?

And what about my art?

Do you have any idea what it's
like to grow up in this house?

I couldn't have friends over,

'cause my dad was so
worried about his stuff.

You ask me, I'm glad
they stole his painting.

"They"?

They. They, robbers.

There was more than one robber?

I meant they, like, they
as in whoever took it. They?

And how did they get in?

Front gate.

How'd they get buzzed in?

That is a very good question.

♪ Burn it down ♪
♪ Burn it down ♪

- Well, that idiot is definitely involved.
- Oh, 100%.

- Did you get my text?
- Yeah,

I slipped the GPS tracker under
his bike, just like you asked.

He has no clue.

Well, well, well...

- I can't believe this!
- Oh!

That's probably not...

Stay in the car.

- Honk the horn.
- OK.

Those guys in the parking
lot, who were they?

My friends...

I thought.

If they were your friends,
why'd you swing first?

'Cause they betrayed me.

They sold my dad's painting.

They tried to pay me off.

This wasn't the plan. It was so simple.

Enlighten me.

They steal the painting, and
we ransom it back to my dad.

They get paid, I help my
dad get his painting back,

impress him, show him
I'm not a waste of space,

and I take home a piece of
the ransom as a finder's fee.

Win-win.

Win.

My dad threatened to cut me off!

I need to finish my album.
What was I supposed to do?

Maybe not steal your dad's painting?

Please, you gotta help
me get it back! I'll...

I'll double whatever
my dad's paying you.

You have $160,000?

I... I'll give you back-end
profits of my album.

- Tempting.
- Exactly!

When it goes platinum, we're rich!

- But no.
- Come on!

Please, you gotta help me. My dad's...

He's gonna kill me.

He's always saying the
painting is worth more than me.

Look, we all have, uh, parents.

Not me. My parents are
literally two of my best friends.

- Ugh!
- What?

Look, we'll fix this.

But we're gonna need
some things from you.

- Uh, I don't know.
- You need to roll on your friends.

Oh, yeah! That, I can do for sure.

I'm gonna need to know
everything about the painting.

And a photo of it, if you got one.

Um...

I'm almost positive I've
seen this painting before.

- Really? Where?
- Don't know.

Great, Gar! Thanks for
solving the case for us.

I'll get there.

Why aren't we just telling Goran

that we now know who stole his painting?

Because he's paying us to get it back,

not tell him who stole it.

Right, the money.

We can't help if we
can't keep the lights on.

You're gonna have to move fast.

Stolen art vanishes and ends
up in some oligarch's basement

- or a drug dealer's ceiling.
- Classy.

It's a vast underground black market.

The first 48 hours are everything.

After that, a piece like this,

it might take years for
it to resurface, if ever.

Wait, do you think that
this could just maybe be like

the tip of an iceberg? Maybe we
could put a stop to something bigger,

- make a real difference.
- We are making a difference,

for the people paying us.

Hang on, I got something.

Milan's friends, Pat
O'Donnell and Mike Evans,

not exactly criminal masterminds.

A couple street-racing
charges, drunk and disorderlies.

- Dirtbags, gotcha.
- Dirtbags with no connections.

Must have somehow stumbled upon someone

who knew the painting was worth a lot.

Yeah, otherwise, they would
have stuck with the ransom plan.

- Exactly.
- Who would be stupid enough to trust them?

Must be someone they know.

Someone with art-world connections.

- Like an ex-girlfriend?
- That's always a possibility.

- Wait, Gary, scroll back a few photos.
- Yes.

There. Who's that?

- Renee Gauthier.
- Looks like Renee is the proud owner

of her own brand-new downtown gallery.

- It's a nice space.
- Let's go.

Wow! They have a Jepson Harper!

I have no idea what those words mean.

He used classic painting
techniques to challenge

how we see institutional
and colonialist structures.

Yuck.

His latest painting sold for $5 million.

$20 says the painting is still in there.

We need to get inside.

- We?
- Yeah. I need you to distract Renee

while I poke around.

This is gonna be so fun!

I took a bunch of art
history in university,

and I feel like it's finally time...

Nope! Not a chance to
show how smart we are.

She needs to know that
we're legitimate buyers.

No, you have Daddy's credit card,

and you just want to
buy something cool, OK?

- End of story, all right?
- OK.

So we're going all incognito. Very cool.

Wait, do I need to put on fancy clothes?

No, rich people just
dress like slobs now.

What you're wearing is fine.

Welcome, welcome!

Have you both been in before?

- First time.
- Mm-hmm!

I am looking for
something cool and original

for my new loft.

I have my father's credit card.

Well, my card, but he's paying.

No limit.

Can I offer you ladies some champagne?

May I use your restroom?

Yes, sure. Through the
curtain on the left.

Don't do anything crazy, like
buying that Jepson Hepson!

Yes, unfortunately, the
Jepson Harper isn't for sale.

It's on loan from a private collection.

- Oh...
- Oh!

Oh, well, I'm sure we'll
find something else,

you know, something
over there by the window?

Oh, I love that! It's so edgy.

The rawness you see comes
from the artist's upbringing

in various trailer parks throughout
the southern United States.

No, I don't want anything
that reminds me of poor people.

What is it, Milan?

Just making sure you're
looking for the painting.

No, at home, taking it easy.

- What? I thought you were gonna...
- I'm hanging up now.

Oh, how about that pretty one?

You have a good eye!

I hate it.

You need something rare,

exclusive, something
that's hard to obtain.

You must have something in the back.

Maybe a recent acquisition,

something European?

Something with horses!

- I may have overplayed our hand.
- You think?

- Who are you?
- Private investigator. Driver.

We know you're in possession
of a stolen painting.

The good news is that my
client is willing to pay $20,000

for its return, no questions asked.

And I think it might
interest you to know

that dealing in stolen art
violates the code of ethics

for the Art Dealers and
Galleries Association.

I would hate to have to report you.

- I think you both should leave.
- OK, the hard way it is, then.

This is on loan, right?

I'm sure that they'll be
fine with you returning it

in almost perfect condition.

- You won't.
- Won't I?

- Fine, my insurance will cover it.
- Maybe so,

but what's gonna happen
when people find out

you can't deal with the expensive stuff?

No one will trust you with their work,

not artists, not collectors.

It's the kiss of death for any gallery.

- I'm calling the police.
- Great!

When they get here, we
can discus Untitled #2.

Fine. The painting was
here, but it isn't anymore.

- I sold it.
- To who?

- Razzy Dazzy.
- Real name, or I slice.

I swear, that's the only name I have.

- I know that name.
- Razzy's still in town.

She's throwing a pop-up
art party tonight.

- And you can get us in?
- It's black tie, invite-only.

- But you have an invite.
- Obviously.

Let's skip the part where I threaten you

and just roll forward to the
part where you hand it over.

Fine!

Razzy Dazzy is Rachelle Davis,
granddaughter of Adolpho Davis.

Gambling kingpin, made a fortune
operating out of his house,

put clients in the hospital
when the house didn't win.

- Or the morgue.
- Razzy was set to take over,

but she got passed over
for her male cousin.

- The patriarchy.
- Ugh!

Been building a mini empire ever since,

mostly out of spite.

That's why I do most things.

Multi-level marketing, NFTs,
social-media influencing...

She even had a minor hit as an EDM DJ.

Oh, that's how I know her name!

Her song is actually fire.

- Should I play it?
- You should not.

Razzy hit it big with the blockchain

and now throws these
lavish art-party experiences

with access to priceless items.

How do you know all this?

I have a little database
with a lot of connections.

- Ugh!
- People actually like me.

It's one of the unique qualities
I bring to this partnership.

Oh, so the party is an auction?

If that painting sells,
we'll never see it again.

Maybe we can bid on it.

Judging by the look of
this, we can't afford it.

OK, so we can try to steal it back!

We could break into the party early,

pose as caterers, make a tiny explosion,

- escape out the back.
- Easy there, MacGyver.

OK, there were, admittedly,
flaws in my plan.

We steal it back.

We swap it for a fake, we walk
it right out the front door.

We just need to make a forgery.

Oh, we could do... We could
do a digital print on canvas.

Uncle Gary, you can do it.

He did a beautiful print
of my kindergarten painting

for my mom's birthday.
She still loves it.

- Oh, good!
- Oh, good!

- It's gonna be tough to top that.
- OK, task at hand.

Well, the photo needs work.

Some colour, lighting.

I have to estimate the size.

- Can you or not?
- Yes, probably.

But anyone close to it
will know it's a fake.

Keep people at a distance. Gotcha.

Razzy Dazzy may not
be a gambling kingpin,

but she has connections.
She's still dangerous.

We'll cross that
bridge if we come to it.

Go home. Get changed.

- Well, can I see the print?
- You cannot.

- Perfect.
- It's in this coat's lining.

- Why wouldn't it be?
- What else was I gonna do?

- Anything!
- Tape it to your body?

Roll it up in an umbrella?

I needed something
thick to hide the canvas.

- Is that Tracy's mink?
- It's her mother's. I'll need it back.

I have to wear a fur coat indoors?

- We're trying to fit in.
- Hey, beggars, choosers.

Ah, I'm sweating just looking at it.

Sarah, put on the coat.

Oh! I can't wear fur.

- Ethically?
- Yes.

But also the dander. I'm allergic.

Look, it'll be fine.

Just gently open the
lining at the seams,

swap the canvases, walk out the door.

- The forgery is good?
- It's good, yes.

- All right, give me the coat.
- There we go.

Atta girl! Wow!

Wow! Look at you!

- Look, it's fine. It works.
- It's already damp.

Uh, please be careful.

How you feeling?

Like I'm walking around in my
own personal sweat lodge. You?

Like this is a really great
part of town to get stabbed in?

I thought you lived
in this part of town.

Yeah, um...

- I got mugged today at knife point.
- What?

Why didn't you say anything?

Oh, I... I didn't want you
to think that I'm some...

I'm fine! It's not a big deal. It's not.

I mean, it did feel very
personal and violating.

He took my purse that
my little cousin gave me

with this jungle print. It had
all my stuff in it. And I just...

You know, I wish I had fought
back. I wish I had done something.

Violating, yes. Personal, no.

It was a mugging. It wasn't about you.

Yeah, but he picked me.

He thought: "Oh, there
goes an easy target."

And I was! I should have thrown
your hot coffee in his face.

So you did get my coffee.

Look, you did the right thing, OK?

You didn't get hurt.
That's what matters.

Stuff is replaceable.

He also took my latte.

And somehow, I ended
up apologizing to him

because the barista screwed up

and gave me almond milk instead of oat,

and he was allergic to nuts.

OK, look,

your first time on the receiving
end of a crime is always scary.

But...

you grow, OK?

You learn to anticipate it.

OK, are you trying to make
me feel better by implying

that I will repeatedly
be the victim of crimes?

Uh-huh.

Oh, right there. That's it.

Invite?

I dated an aspiring body
piercer in grad school.

You do know that you can
just take those piercings out?

I don't want to discuss it.

Let's get to the bar
and get a cold drink.

- Wait, you...
- Just a Shirley Temple.

OK...

God, dump me in a bucket of ice.

Lovely coat. How much?

It's an heirloom.

Not what you paid for it.
How much do you want for it?

Uh, it's not for sale.

Oh, honey, everything is for sale.

My aunt used to say stuff like that,

till she was estranged.

Come see me once you've
changed your mind.

You won't regret it.

I'm not seeing the painting anywhere.

It's here.

We just need to find it before
I slip on my own sweat trail.

And here I thought I knew
everyone on my guest list.

But you're not Renee.

We are not.

Razzy Dazzy. But you can call me Razzy.

- You got a name?
- I do.

Keeping your cards close to your chest.

I dig that.

But if I were to check your
credentials, it'd all be cool?

Like, you're not cops, right?

- We're friends of Renee's.
- We're clients.

Yeah, she couldn't make it,

so she didn't want her
invitation to go to waste.

She knows that we
gravitate towards the, uh,

more exclusive pieces.

What shade of lipstick is that?

Big Apple Red.

Well, let's party!

Follow me.

Each of these items has
been carefully curated

through black-market sources.

Doesn't get more exclusive than this.

- What's this?
- That's a special one.

My sources tell me it went missing

near the end of the Bosnian war.

This is the first time
it has been seen since.

I'll give you $20,000.

Hilarious!

Oh, you're actually serious.

Oh, you might want to add
a couple of zeros in there.

Also, no direct sales.

Everything has to go
through the auction.

Highest bid wins.

My advice?

Whatever you think it's
worth, quadruple it.

You have 4 minutes.

Good luck!

OK, 4 minutes is not a lot, but
I think that it's enough to...

I'm sorry, but I was led to believe

that this would be a
private bidding experience.

Pretend I'm not here.

Right...

Well, we tried.

Sure, $80,000 would have
been life-changing for you,

probably close to two years' salary.

But it's OK. You can
just always do more...

- Hey, hey, hey! No touching.
- I'm so sorry.

So sorry about that. It's...

- Aaah!
- Oh my God! What are you doing?

How did you sneak that taser in here?

Oh, I knew you never
went to grad school!

Three minutes on the clock.

Two minutes until that oaf is
no longer incapacitated. Go!

OK.

Maybe we should just
take the painting and run.

- Stick with the plan!
- You just tasered a guy!

We need to buy time on the other end.

Ugh! What did Gary mean,
"Gently open the seam"?

How do you gently open a seam?

There we go!

Careful...

Oh my God! The replica is way too big.

Oh, uh, I don't think...

The painting won't stay. Liner is toast.

Oh, I have an idea. Put
it in my garter belt.

Why are you wearing a garter belt?

I'm undercover.

I can feel it slipping.

Baby steps.

Baby steps to the exit.

So, how did it go?

Fingers crossed!

What happened?

It was the girls.

Don't let them leave!

Hey, you! Stop her!

OK, so, it's a bit crinkled.

But a restorer can restore it.

I think we have another problem.

- Of course.
- Of an ethical nature.

Third least favourite kind of nature.

I knew I'd seen this painting before,

but nothing came up
in my image searches.

There was nothing in my art books.

But then you mentioned that
Razzy said it was Bosnian,

and it clicked.

My friend Alex is a
foreign correspondent,

and her first feature was
a profile on this artist:

Esma Beganovic.

When other artists were
fleeing the war, she refused.

In an act of defiance, she stayed
to make artwork in her home.

- What happened to her?
- A year after this was published,

a group of soldiers
acting on rogue orders

attacked her apartment
and... and killed her

and looted her artwork.

- It was never seen again.
- Until a certain painting goes missing

- from Goran Kurjak's house.
- OK, let's not jump to conclusions, OK?

We don't even know that
this is the same painting.

- OK, fine, we do know.
- We do.

OK. Let's get ahold of ourselves.

Mr. Kurjak is our client, OK?

And he also has a vast,
expensive collection.

The man literally has a gold desk set.

Not to mention, we don't know
how he acquired any of this,

especially without any proof.

We are doing what we
are getting paid to do.

And speaking of...

You do realize that we
could be contributing,

even in a very small way, to
a cultural travesty, right?

Buzzer.

I mean, if Esma was your relative,

wouldn't you want to know
what happened to her work?

Buzzer.

I just feel like maybe we should,

- I don't know, inform...
- Oh...

I see what's happening here.

This isn't about the painting.
This about your mugging.

This is about a man
potentially taking something

that doesn't belong to him
just because he feels like it.

Yeah, that doesn't sound like
your mugging experience at all.

Press the buzzer.

Oh my...

I thought I would never see it again.

What's this?

- A sweat stain?
- There was some damage.

It's minor. What is important

is that the painting is
back where it belongs.

Oh!

We should celebrate.

- A drink!
- Cheque is fine. Cash, gold, whatever.

Celebratory coffee.

I have French press.

Hi! Sorry, may I use your bathroom?

There's a water bottle in the car.

My driver, Sarah.

Of course!

In my homeland, I
started off as a driver.

Worked my way up.

Would you care for some coffee?

I have French press.

Yes, sure! Anything that needs
to steep for a few moments

- would be great.
- Excellent.

Bathroom is down the
corridor to the left.

Great! Thank you so much.

Oh...

What are you doing here?

This tapestry, that vase
and that gold desk set,

they were all looted from
Esma Beganovic's home.

Here, this is the proof.

Here. I was studying this
while I was in the car.

You mentioned the gold desk set.

What if Goran was one of
the soldiers who looted her?

- What is going on here?
- Nothing.

She just took a wrong turn.

I couldn't help but
notice your collection.

These were all made by a Bosnian
artist named Esma Beganovic?

- You have a good eye.
- Well, I did get a 98 in art history.

But it does make me
wonder how you came to...

obtain them.

Gifts.

These pieces were all
lost after Esma was killed.

The only way that you
could have these is...

Is if they were gifts.

Like he said.

Maybe we can talk about this later.

Is she accusing me

of being some murdering,

pillaging soldier?

Oh...

These items did belong to Esma.

But the looting was a rumour.

In actuality, the art was
given to me for safekeeping.

Esma was a friend.

She did not want her art to dredge
up bad feelings after the war.

Nor did I.

I... I still have the
letter from, uh, Esma,

asking me to take of it.

I can, uh, I can show it to you

- if it would make you feel any better.
- No thanks. That's fine. We're gonna go.

- I would like to see it.
- No, you won't.

- Yes, I would like to see it.
- No, she doesn't.

- I would.
- No, thank you. We're good.

I must say, I am offended
that you accuse me of being...

a murderous soldier.

Ah...

I was their commander.

Yep.

Seems about right.

♪ I got the girls, yeah
I got the bike, yeah ♪

They called me The Butcher of Bosnia.

What's, uh, going on?

Your father is a war criminal.

- What?
- He's The Butcher of Bosnia. He's a murderer.

He's been living in hiding for years.

Dad, what is she talking about?

It was the war, Milan.

Everything I did, I was forced to do.

And if I did not do
it, I would not be here,

and neither would you, Milan.

Every choice I made, it led to us here.

You born, living this life.

Well, why didn't you ever tell me?

I was afraid of losing you.

But you hate me.

I do not like your clothes or your hair.

I hate your music. But I love you.

You never actually said that before.

Oh my God...

All I ever wanted was for
you to be proud of me, Dad.

I am so proud of you, my son.

But now you can help me.

The world will not understand.

If anyone finds out about me,

I lose everything.

We lose everything.

But you, you can make

all of this go away.

Tie them up. We'll
bring them to the forest.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

You are strong, my son.

Go on! There is rope in the cupboard.

- Of course there is.
- Shut up!

No, I mean, I can't tie the rope

- 'cause of my arm.
- Oh, good. I thought it was a moral dilemma.

Why don't you take the
gun, and I'll get the rope?

Yep, yep.

If they move, shoot them.

If they speak, shoot them.

Down!

Hey, hey!

Well, this will take some explaining.

So, if I'm hearing this correctly...

... the concussed guy
back there, he's a warlord.

Older concussed guy. Younger
concussed guy is his idiot son.

Criminal, not lord.

Warlord is someone exercising civil
powers by force in a limited region.

A war criminal is more like,
you know, crimes against hu...

Not a teachable moment. Gotcha.

Maybe you should, uh, wait in the car.

She never stops, does she?

Did you find that mugger I

asked you about near
Common Grounds Coffee?

Leads on the guy.

You knew I'd look into it.

Are we good?

Yeah, just got a couple
more questions for you

that, of course,
you're not gonna answer.

You're gonna walk
away with that sassy...

You know, next time,
when I tell you to wait...

I'll wait until we're safely outside

the war criminal's mansion

before I start lobbing accusations.

- Yes, I can do that.
- Or at least wait till he signs the cheque.

We'll get breakfast.

And after that, we just
need to make one stop.

So, we can go?

Best thing about being a PI,

we make the mess, and they clean it up.

Here. Let's go.

What is... what is this?

Your purse. Let's go.

What do you mean? How did you get...

Stole it back. Cashed in a favour.

Found the guy who mugged you. Can we go?

I can't believe you. I...

I... I don't even know what to say.

Oh, uh, this is not my purse.

Um, I guess the mugger steals a
lot of purses with a jungle print?

Hey!

Great. You might want to start
the car and speed away now.

Hey! Hey!

Next time on Wong and Winchester...

- Where's the VIP?
- Uh, waiting in your office.

- You're late!
- Apologies, Mother.

A curse has been
placed upon my tea shop!

- I curse you!
- It's a little on the nose.

- Now he's come for my daughter.
- Mom...

If she wants the curse
lifted, she knows what to do.

Got my, uh, sage, my crystals.

If things get hairy,
remember two things:

Everyone's got a neck and a groin.

This was supposed to be an easy case.

A way to stop being an
embarassment to our family!

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