All language subtitles for Private Eyes s02e13 A Fare To Remember.eng

¶¶¶

- So this girl
is super hot, right?

I mean, she's 20 years
younger than me, but, I mean,

she can't keep her hands off me.
Seriously! The moment I walk through that door,

she is all up on this.
You know what I mean? (both laughing)

- Oh yeah!
- Ohhh, good.

Yeah, I'm real sorry, man.
I'm just sitting here bragging. I don't mean

to bore you, buddy.
- Bore me? Are you kidding me?

Don't leave me hanging,
I'll toss you out of my cab.

(both laughing)

So how many times
you been with this one?

- Oh... Uh, like...

18 and a half.
- "18 and a half"?!

- Yeah, wife came home
early one time,

almost caught us. That is why
it is strictly hotels

from here on out.
- Nothing but the best.

(both chuckling)
- Yeah, you got it.

I mean, OK, sure, sure,

I mean, technically,
I am paying her for her time

but I for one don't believe
you can fake that kind of lust.

- Fake what?
You're a handsome man.

I mean, not
in the classical sense,

but you've definitely got
the "it" factor.

I noticed that as soon
as you got in my cab.

Alright, here we go!

Chamberlain Arms Hotel!
¶¶¶

- Sweet! Here is
a little something extra.

You know what? You're
a really good guy to talk to.

- Getting the details
is the best part of my job.

- Oh yeah.
(both chuckling)

(cell phone ringing)
- Did you get all that?

- Yeah, we got it.
- More importantly,

his soon-to-be ex-wife
is going to get it too.

The "it" factor?
- echoing: [I had to say something.]

He wanted so badly
to believe.

- [Can you turn off
that mic, please? Your voice]

is coming here in stereo here,
and it's twice as annoying.

- Fine.
¶¶¶

You know there's something
to a taxi driver's life.

- Oh, you just say the word,

and I will whip up
a killer reference letter.

- Yeah, I bet you will.

Hey, what are you doing?
- I need a ride.

- So call a... Oh!

That's right. Umm, I'm off duty.

- Your light is on.
- Uh, no it's not.

- Yes it is! Man, I can see you
trying to shut it off!

Rules are rules, OK? Light is on
means you gotta take me.

Please. Please.

- Fine.

(cell phone ringing and buzzing)
- Nolan.

Is that police-charity-drive
season already?

- I just got off the phone
with Beck Taxi,

and I can't believe what I'm
about to ask, but is Shade

driving one of their cabs?
- Uhhh, we were running

a sting to catch
an unfaithful husband. Why?

¶¶¶
- I think he just picked up

a murderer.
(indistinct radio police)

- ¶¶ 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 ¶¶

¶¶¶

- The victim's name is
Dr. Tanya Poponov,

a professor of psychiatry
at Dixon University.

[Been staying at the Chamberlain
Arms Hotel the past 6 weeks,]

and was shot and killed in her
room less than half an hour ago.

- What does that have
to do with Shade?

- [Well, the suspect was seen
fleeing the scene by one]

of the hotel maids
and spotted

getting into cab number A711.
- Ours.

- Right. Brings me
to my next question:

why the hell is Shade
taking on random fares?

- I don't know.
But Shade is a master

at reading people. If there is
a murderer in his car,

then he's already
figured it out.

- I mean sure, the Leafs
are on track right now,

but, let's be honest,

we've all been
hurt before. Hahahaha!

(Shade sighing)

You know, you never really
get to appreciate

this city
until you drive around it

with no particular place to go.

Speaking of which,
you got a destination

in mind?
- Why? Is that a thing?

Do I... Is that necessary?

- Well, you are in a cab.
- Just keep driving, OK?

I'll figure it out.

- You're the boss.
(cell phone ringing and buzzing)

[Yeah, I am bringing
the taxi back.]

- Pretend you're talking
to Jules.

- [What?]
- This is Jules calling, OK?

She wants to watch a scary movie
with her friends.

- Did you change
your allergy medication again?

- Just do it.
- [Uh, OK. Sure, honey.]

Are you sure

Caveman Throatslasher
is really appropriate?

- The man in the back
of your cab may have just committed a murder.

- Uh... I hear you.

So... who's coming over?

- Uh, I have Nolan
on the other line.

He said that squad cars
are close by,

[but they won't move in
until you're

[in a less-populated area.]
- Wow, that sounds

like a late start.
- [I'm gonna call you back]

in one minute, OK,
with an exact location

of where you're gonna drive to.
Just... Is that all clear?

- Yes.

Well, you figure it out

and call me back
when you've decided.

(Beep!)
(clearing his throat)

¶¶¶
Uhhh,

sorry about that.

It's my daughter.
She wants to watch a movie

with her boyfriend.
Do you have kids?

- I have a daughter.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah, we used

to watch movies too.
- Seen anything good lately?

- No. No, no for a long time.

Hey, can I tell you something,

father to father?
- Sure.

- You guard your relationship
with your daughter

like it's gold, man.
You may not believe

it's possible right now,
but you can lose it.

- Well, thanks. That's good
advice. I'll remember that.

¶¶¶

- Angie: [Nolan?]
- ETF is setting up at a gas station

at Parliament and Venue.
It's our best shot

at taking this guy
while risking the fewest lives.

[I'm headed to the station now.]
- OK. I'll call Shade.

- Ang? There's something else.

(cell phone ringing)
- Hey Jules, what's up?

- I've patched Nolan in as well.

- Nolan: [Shade?]
- Shade: [I'm here, sweetie.]

- Uh, the murder weapon
was a handgun,

and it hasn't been found,
so there's a possibility

that your passenger
might be armed as well.

- Well, that's not
reassuring me, honey.

- Is there any way
that you can safely check to see

[if he still has it?]

- Yes,

[there's a lot of violence
in that movie.]

- Understood.

- Listen, Shade,
Nolan wants you to drive

to the intersection
of Parliament and Venue.

Pull into the gas station there.
When you're safely

[out of the cab,
ETF will move in.]

- Fine, watch Caveman
Throatslasher if you like,

but don't blame me
when you have nightmares.

- Everything's gonna be fine,
OK? Just stick to the plan.

[Nolan, I'll meet you
at the police station.]

(Beep!)

- Hey, listen, umm,

as long as the meter's running
there's no pressure

to choose a destination,
but would you mind

if we made a stop
so I could use the bathroom?

- No, wait.

Let's go to the airport.

OK, I want you to take me
to Pearson right now.

- You're going on vacation?
- Yeah! Ha!

My airline points
are about to expire, so...

Ha! Just turn around, OK?

- Yeah, sure.
Pearson, no problem.

Uh, would you mind

if we still made
that bathroom stop?

I've been drinking coffee
since 9

and nature's call is becoming
a little more of a shout.

Hahaha!
- Just, uh,

just don't think
about it, right?

- Yeah, sure.

- (man): Suspect vehicle
is a green and orange taxi

number A711 heading eastbound.

- What about that place?
They'd have a bathroom. - Nah, it's too dirty.

¶¶¶
- OK, there's a coffee shop.

- Too cramped.
- Who are you? Goldilocks?

- Look, there's
a small gas station

a buddy of mine owns. He lets me
use his private washroom.

Job like this,
a clean place

to do your business
is like gold.

- What's your buddy's name?
- Torvald.

- Torvald what?
- Helsinki.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa!
- Do not stop this cab!

- Take it easy.
- Just keep driving!

- (woman): Acknowledged. We have
a visual on the target vehicle.

Two occupants.
All teams, standby.

Driver will exit and clear,
at which point team 1 and 2

will surround and secure.
- Angie,

you shouldn't be in here.
- How far away is he?

- Half a kilometre.
Guys, quiet down in there!

- (woman): Target approaching.

One hundred metres.

Ready strike. 50...

- What's he doing?
- (woman): Target vehicle is out

of operational range.
All teams, stand down. (whispering)

- Look, buddy, I don't know
what this is,

but I don't want any part of it.
I'm just a cabbie.

- You're just a cabbie? Right.
Who were you talking to?

- My daughter. I told you.
- STOP LYING TO ME!

"Caveman Throatslasher," huh?
"Torvald Helsinki"?

¶¶¶
Who the hell are you?

- Uh-huh. Yeah.
- All your partner had to do

was pull over for some gas;
how hard is that?

- Shade was clear
on the instructions, OK? Something must have gone wrong.

(Nolan sighing)
- Yeah, great. Alright, alright.

OK, bye. We lost the cab.
- What?!

- They went into a high-traffic
area, and our tail started

following the wrong car.
- Is it still considered

police brutality
if it's going the other way?

- OK, it's only temporary,
the net's been thrown.

Also, we picked up
the victim's husband.

Maybe he can help us
figure out who this guy is.

- You don't know
who the killer is?!

- We're working on it.
OK, I need to eat

a truckload of crap.
Excuse me. Hi, sir.

Yeah. No, we lost the cab

I'm not sure that kind
of language is necessary,

but OK, yeah.

- You've probably heard the term
"self-actualization" before.

It gets thrown around a lot,
more than it should

if you ask me.
(audience laughing)

But what does it actually mean?
What constitutes fulfillment

of the human soul?
And more importantly,

what can we learn
from this desire

that we all seem to have?
(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Hey, Zoe. You haven't heard
from Shade, have you?

- [No. But I have been looking
into the victim, Tanya Poponov.]

She only recently began teaching
at Dixon University.

Before that, she had
her own psychiatry practice.

[Also, given her online posts,
I think she was in the middle]

of a conscious uncoupling
with her husband,

which would explain why she was
staying at the Chamberlain Arms.

- So nothing from Shade at all?
- [Sorry.]

- What about the microphone
in the cab?

- It's not on.
(Angie sighs.)

- Because I told him
to turn it off.

(gulls squawking)
- Ah, come on, man!

I liked that phone!

- Who were you talking to
on that phone? Huh?

Did you even have a daughter?

- Yes, I have a daughter.

- Ugh! Jeez!

Yeah?

What was gonna happen
at that gas station, huh?

Is it an ambush?

You a cop?
- I'm not a cop.

- Do you think I'm an idiot?
- That doesn't sound

like a question
I should answer honestly.

- I'm not an idiot!
- I'm a private investigator.

I was talking to my partner
and yes, there were police

waiting for you
at the gas station.

- You're a PI?

- I'm just gonna reach
in my back pocket,

get my wallet,
you can see it for yourself.

- OK, who hired you?
- Nobody.

- Oh really? You're a PI driving
a taxi and nobody hired you?

- It does sound odd now that
I hear you say it out loud. - Sounds a bit odd?

- Look, we were running
a sting operation,

nothing to do with you,
you just got into my cab.

- Oh, yeah, right.

Yeah, like I just happened
to go to that hotel room.

- What?!
- OK.

(indistinct whispering)
Get in.

GET IN the... Go!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. OK, OK.

¶¶¶

(static noise)

(Zoe sighing)

¶¶¶

(Beep!)
So, uh,

where to?

- Just turn around.
- Shade. Shade?

- Buckle up. I don't want
to get pulled over by the cops.

- Right, you can't hear me.
¶¶¶

(cell phone ringing)
- Zoe, what's up?

- I have proof of life.
I have proof of life!

- OK, calm down.
What are you talking about?

- Shade turned the mic on.
I can hear them talking.

- Well, what are they saying?
- [Nothing really,]

but the guy seems
really upset with Shade.

- That doesn't tell us anything.
Five minutes with Shade,

and "pretty upset" is a lock!
- (Nolan): Follow me.

This way.
- Oh, Zoey, listen.

If you get anything on where
they're going or who this guy is

you call me immediately, OK?
Don't let me down, Zoey.

Is that the victim's ex-husband?
- Yeah, I just brought him in.

- Need to observe the interview.
- Angie, you're not even allowed

to-- What? OK, good talk.

- I know I have zero credibility
on the subject,

but I really do have to go
to the bathroom now.

- Who's doing this to me, huh?
Who's behind this?

- Or we could discuss
your issue.

Look, buddy, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I was just sitting in my cab;
how was I supposed to know

you'd come out at that moment?
- Because you're part of it!

- Part of what?!
- The setup!

I'm being framed for murder.
¶¶¶

- (Nolan): I'm sorry you have
to see this, but we need an ID.

- It's her.
- Sorry.

So the two of you were going
through a divorce?

Would you say it was amicable?
- It was a divorce.

Tanya and I
weren't on good terms.

I'd never want
anything like this to happen.

- Can you think of anyone who
would want to do this to Tanya?

- Lots of people.
- Say again.

- This is one
of her ex-patients.

It had to be.
- And you're sure about that?

- The reason
our marriage went south

is 'cause of Tanya's devotion
to her work.

She lived
for her patients.

In my opinion,

many of them
took advantage of that.

It just all got
to be too much.

- Is that why she stopped
practicing and moved

into teaching?
- She was...

trying to work on us,

but it was too little,
too late.

- I'm guessing some patients
weren't happy about that move.

(husband scoffing)
- It's an understatement.

¶¶¶

(tramway dinging)

- Alright, let's just say,
for argument sake,

that you are being
framed for murder,

taking an hostage at gunpoint
is doing the other half of the job for them,

wouldn't you say? Look,
I know some cops, good ones;

why don't we go turn
ourselves in, call a lawyer,

figure all this out?
- No way.

No way. Not 'til I figure out
who's behind this.

And FYI, I still
don't trust you either.

- Yeah, feeling's mutual, pal.

Alright, let's start with this.
Who do you think's framing you?

- I don't know.

- Well, whose murder
are they framing you for?

- "Matt Shade."

Shadow? The hockey player?

(man laughing)
- Guilty.

- Oh, wow!

I should have known
you name wasn't Edison Amadeus.

Ha! How surreal
is this day gonna get?

- (Shade): You're asking me?

- I watched you play.

You, you were a pest from hell!
- Ah, you're too kind.

- You were the most annoying
thing on skates. - Please!

- You were like a human tick.
- Really? You know what, buddy?

That's enough, thanks.
- Ooh!

- So that's my name;
what do I call you?

- Chris.

I remember you
in the playoffs with Chicago.

- Back in '02?
- Yeah. Yeah, I was working

at Derocher Plant, in Hamilton,
and I had you in my pool!

- Sorry about that.
- Yeah, you didn't score

too much, but you sure made
your presence felt, man.

Wow!
¶¶¶

- Gotcha.

(cell phone ringing and buzzing)

- Hey.
- [The guy on the phone]

[is either Chris Henley
or Chris Marsden.]

But if I had to guess,
I would say Henley

because his voice
seems a lot softer

and this other guy
looks like Attila the Hun

before he had
his morning coffee.

- Thanks Zoe.
Keep listening.

Alright, the suspect's name
is Chris Henley.

- How do you know that?
- Just check it out.

- You're killing me.

Question:
did Tanya have a patient

by the name of Chris Henley?
- Chris Henley?

- Yeah.
- He's the worst.

Calls at night and on the
weekends. No boundaries at all.

Did he do this?
- We don't know

anything for sure yet.
Have you ever met Chris Henley?

- Tanya's office
a couple of times.

He would stare at her
with this creepy puppy-dog look.

I knew that guy was no good.

But I thought it was over
when she got rid of him.

- "Got rid of him"?
- She punted him

to a colleague of hers,
Jed something.

- We'll be right back.

Who is Chris Henley
and how do we know about him? - Guy in the cab with the gun,

and I know because we're still
wired-in from our sting.

- Wired? Wired to what? The car?
- Yeah.

- When were you gonna
tell me about this? - It just happened.

Look, as much as I love
your patented I-can't- believe-you-did-this glare,

can we just park it
until you get the name Chris Henley out there?

- To be--
- Continued. Yeah, got it.

- Let's get this out
on the wire.

Get a surveillance tech
over at Everett agency.

- OK.

(mouthing words)

¶¶¶

- Chris?

Chris?
- Hmm? Yeah?

- What are we thinking
back there? - Huh?

Haha! I was thinking, uh,

maybe all the things
you do wrong in your life,

they, like, add up
to something like this.

- I don't follow.
- I woke up this morning

feeling really good!
I was feeling really good,

and then,
now I'm holding a hostage.

Ha! don't know
how to hold a hostage. Is this how you do it?

- Hey, if nothing else,
let me assure you,

you're doing a bang-up job
at hostage holding.

Especially considering
it's your first time.

It is your first time, right?
- Yeah.

- OK.
(chuckling)

- Pull over!

Pull over, pull over!

- Chris, you need
to turn yourself in.

It's your only play here.

¶¶¶
- Get out of the car, Shadow.

Leave the keys.

You don't need
to get mixed up in all this.

¶¶¶

(car door opening)

- Were you really
gonna let me go?

- Yeah.

You said you had nothing
to do with it, I believed you.

Oh. What are you doing?

(engine starting)
- I told you I was

a private investigator, right?
- So?

- So, I just took you on
as a client.

¶¶¶

- Airports, train stations,

bus stops - all being watched.
We're also coordinating

with the cab company on a recall
of their entire fleet.

- Excuse me.
- Who are you?

- Dr. Jed Arthur. I was asked
to come and speak to a detective Nolan.

- This is the therapist that
Tanya referred Chris Henley to.

Zoe looked it up.

- Uhhh, thanks
for coming in, Doctor.

What can you tell us
about Chris Henley?

- I can tell you
that he's a patient of mine,

and that he didn't show up
for his appointment today.

But beyond that, I'm...

bound by confidentiality.
- I can tell you

why he missed
his appointment today, Doctor.

- Mr. Henley is wanted
for questioning

in connection with the murder
of Tanya Poponov.

- A murder? Tanya?!

- I'm afraid so.
(Jed sighing)

- I've, uh... I've
known her for 15 years.

- I'm sorry you had
to find out like this.

- And you think Chris did it?
- (Nolan): Right now, he's our prime suspect.

(sighing)

- You don't seem
entirely surprised.

- No, I am. His recovery
was well underway.

Chris would never do
anything like this.

- Lay out what happened today,
from the beginning.

- All I know is
I got a text from Tanya

telling me to meet her
at her hotel room right away.

- Had you met there before?
- No, never.

- So what happened
when you arrived?

- I noticed the door
was open slightly.

But I still knocked.
And then I called out for her,

but I didn't get an answer,
so I... you know,

I just opened the door
and went in.

And that's when I... it's
when I saw her on the floor.

I took out my phone to call
the police, but then I stopped.

- Why?
- Because of the way things were

between Tanya and me,

I don't know, my gut...
my gut was screaming at me

that that text
and then walking in on her

on the ground like that,
that that was no coincidence.

- You thought
you were being framed.

- Yeah, yeah. And then
I panicked. I freaked out. I didn't know what to do.

I picked up the gun and I ran
out of there as fast as I could.

- You picked up
the murder weapon?!

- I don't know.
All I could think about was how

whoever set me up, they probably
put my fingerprints

all over the gun.
Wasn't gonna leave it there.

Ah! I've never been framed
for murder before,

it was my first time, and
it doesn't come with a manual.

- What did you mean

"the way things were
between you and Tanya"?

- Thanks, Tammy.
Chris Henley's rap sheet.

Ohh! Seems your model patient
was no stranger to police.

I'm looking at multiple arrests,
all for disorderly conduct,

all in the past three years.
- Because of confidentiality,

I'm unable to comment,
but rest assured,

the reasons are... complex.

- He seems like he settled down
lately, but, uh, kind of

makes you wonder what set him
off in the first place.

- Please, Doctor.
One person is already dead,

and my partner could be next.
What happened three years ago?

- Chris Henley's wife
passed away.

- After she was gone,
nothing made sense.

I totally disconnected
from... from everything,

from everyone,
including my daughter.

Then there were times I didn't
think I was gonna make it

through it all.
- So what happened?

- So I started seeing Tan...

Dr. Poponov.

Oh, and... everything started
to get better.

You know, she helped me.
She helped me reconnect,

and she helped me
start feeling again.

And what I felt
was this...

like an intense gratitude
towards her.

During one of my sessions,

I looked her right in the eye,
I told her I loved her.

(Chris chuckling)

She smiled back at me.

She said,
"That's called transference."

- Tanya recommended Chris to me

because she was concerned he had
developed an inappropriate attachment to her.

I've known her for years;
I was happy to help out.

- How did Chris feel about it?
- I can't get into specifics,

but it was clear to me
his pathology around Tanya

had solidified.
- Can you give that to us

in English, please, Doctor?
- He had it bad for her.

But we embarked
on an aggressive

therapeutic approach, and I felt
we were making progress.

- Nolan. Yeah. Got it.

Thanks.
- (Angie): What is it?

- We just got a positive ID
from the maid

who saw the suspect
leave Tanya's room.

She's 100% percent certain
it was Chris Henley.

- (Shade): Uh-oh.

We better get off the road.
- (Chris): Why?

- I think Beck called
all its cabs back.

Pretty soon,
we're gonna be

the only orange and green car
on the road.

OK. First thing
we have to do

is make a suspect list.

Who hated Tanya enough
to murder her and try to pin it

on you?

- Stuart Poponov.

- Who's that?
- It's Tanya's husband.

Yeah, they were going
through this really ugly divorce

and then the few times
that I saw Stuart at her office,

he seemed really hostile.
- Huh.

OK. Alright. Umm,

I know a place
where we can be safe,

but... I need to

get in touch with my partner.

And in the interest
of full disclosure,

I have a confession
to make.

- Why am I suddenly
gripping the gun tighter?

¶¶¶
- There's a microphone

hidden behind
the rearview mirror.

- Then somebody's been
listening to everything? - Yeah.

You trust me?

- What other choice
do I have? Yeah.

- (Shade): Angie, Zoe,
I hope you guys can hear me.

Listen, I need to meet you
right away

at my dad's
favourite restaurant.

Call ahead
and book a private table.

Completely private,
do you understand?

(Beep!)

- We'll be in touch if we need
anything else, Doctor.

- Thanks for coming,
and this wasn't your fault.

- Doctor, hang on a second.

This just came
from the crime scene.

Prescription glasses
found under Tanya's bed.

They're gonna send it to the
lab, but I figured I'd ask. They look familiar to you?

- I can't be certain,

but they do resemble Chris's.
(cell phone ringing)

(Beep!)
- Hey, Zoe.

- I still don't understand

any of this.
Our therapy was working.

- Everybody misses one
now and then, Doctor.

- We'll be in touch.

- Where did Everett go?

- Why did I just get
a very bad feeling?

(Nolan sighing)

- I got your message.
What is going on?

- I'll explain later.
You have to go.

- Is Matt in trouble?
- (Shade): I'm fine, Shona.

- OK. You go now.
Keep everyone

out of here until I call you.
- OK.

- Ang, this is--
- Chris Henley. Yeah, I know all about him.

- I... I didn't do
what they're saying. - You were seen fleeing

the hotel with the murder
weapon, you have a history

with the victim,
and you left your glasses behind

at the scene.
- My glasses?!

- Oh yeah. And best of all,
you took my partner hostage at gunpoint!

- Angie, relax. It's all good.
- How is that "all good"?!

- Just listen to me
for a second.

I don't think Chris did this.
- (Chris): Yeah.

- (Angie): Excuse me?
- I think he's being framed,

and that Tanya's husband
is the one who killed her.

(cell phone ringing)

(Beep!)
- Nolan.

Where?

Alright, set up
a perimeter blockade.

I'll be right there.
- What was that about?

- I tracked Everett's phone
to The Red Bird Diner.

A green and orange taxi
showed up.

- What were you doing
in her hotel room?

- Yeah, Tanya sent him
a text message

asking him to meet her there.
- Can I see it?

- Uhhh...
he destroyed his phone.

And mine.
- Sorry. That was...

that was back when I was,
like, really... grrrr!

- I was at the police station

when they talked
to Tanya's husband.

He painted
a pretty unflattering picture

of your relationship with her.
- No. That's... that's not

the way it is anymore, OK?
I've... I've let her go!

- Just like that?
- No. No, it took a long time.

OK? Dr. Arthur, he gave me

this new medication.
OK, Parcodum.

Maybe I should
take one right now.

- Mr. Henley, whether
you're guilty or innocent,

you need to yourself in.
- No! Not until we figure out

who's framing him.
- "We"?

- Uhhh, yeah,

I, ahem, took Chris on
as a client.

- OK, this is either
the fastest case

of Stockholm Syndrome
in history,

or else you're just saying that
because he has a gun.

- He gave that to me
before we walked in here.

Look, Angie,

we need your help.
The cab's out back,

but we gotta keep moving,
and we need a plan.

(Chris coughing)
- Are you OK?

- Yeah. I just, uh...

Sorry. I just need some water.

(sigh)
- OK, fine.

I'll help on one condition.
- What's this?

- It's a range booster.
We need to be

in two-way communication
at all times.

Because if you're wrong,
you're getting back in the cab with a killer.

(Angie sighing)

- What's the status?
- woman: [Cab's on the move.]

[Coming your way.]
- Alright, everybody get ready.

(tires squealing)

(siren)
- Pull over!

Get off the vehicle! Do it now!

- Police! Don't move!
- Hands where I can see them!

Right now!
- Police! Don't move!

- Show me your hands!
- Leave 'em up there!

- You are surrounded,
stay still!

(suspenseful music)

- You know what?
At this point in my shift,

I just can't go any further west
than Yonge Street.

(siren)
- Dammit, Everett.

- You're sure you didn't have
your glasses on when you went

into the hotel room?
- Pretty sure.

- "Pretty sure"? You're gonna
have to do better than that.

- Honestly, I don't remember.

OK, I get memory lapses.

It's from the medication.

I usually keep my glasses
in my pocket. I only use 'em

for reading.
- Yeah, we're gonna have to go back there.

- There... where? The hotel?!
- Somebody must have

seen or heard something
that can help us.

- Give me one reason
why we shouldn't arrest you

right now for aiding
and abetting a fugitive?

- I got an anonymous tip
that that cab was parked

behind the diner,
and when I got there,

Henley and Shade
were already gone.

The owners of the diner
will corroborate that story.

- "The owners of the dinner"?
You mean Shade's father?

- Not sure, I'll have to check.
- Come on,

just give me a break!
- Look, when I got into the cab,

I found this.
- Is that the murder weapon?

- Which begs the question:
if this guy is guilty,

then why would he leave that
behind for us?

- Because he's trying to
manipulate you and your partner into thinking he's innocent.

And he's doing
a damn good job of it.

- I'm taking this to ballistics.
- Alright.

- Chris also said that--
- Oh, it's Chris now?

- That Tanya sent him
a text message

asking him to meet her
at her hotel room.

- And you believe him?
- Why would he lie about something so easy to check?

- We're still trying to unlock
Tanya's phone and when we do,

we'll see if a text is on there.
- OK.

In the meantime, I'm--
- No, in the meantime, go home, Ang.

And if you hear
from Shade again, you tell him

he's dangerously close to being
an accessory after the fact

on a murder. At which point,
neither you nor I can help him.

- Nolan, wait. Didn't it seem
like Stuart Poponov

was pointing us in the direction
of Tanya's ex-patients

with a bit too much gusto?

- Shade: [Angie, come in.
Angie, it's me.]

[Do you copy?]
- I'm here, go ahead.

- We're heading back
to the Chamberlain Arms Hotel,

see what we can find out
about the murder scene.

You got any contacts there?
- [Are you nuts?!]

You wanna take a murder suspect
back to the scene of the crime?

According to Nolan,
you're already one inch away

from accessory after the fact.

- You got any better ideas?
- [Chris said he put Tanya behind him.]

Maybe if I get the session
notes from his doctor,

then we can prove that.
- OK, but what about the hotel?

- The concierge
at the Chamberlain Arms

helped us
on this last infidelity case.

I'll set up a meet. But, Shade,
if this doesn't pan out,

you need to convince Chris
to turn himself in.

- Understood.

Stay here. I'll be right back.

- Yeah.

(car door closing)

¶¶¶

- Cecilia?
- You're Angie's partner?

- Yeah. Thanks for doing this.
Listen, um, I wanted to ask you

what the hotel grapevine
is saying about what happened

to Tanya Poponov?
- Well, Angie and I have

a very basic understanding.

Money first, talk second.
- Is that from Shakespeare?

Come on. Alright.
Hold on. Hold on.

Here, here. Hold on.
- This'll buy you two minutes.

- So, what are people saying
about the murder?

- Nothing the police
don't already know.

Handful of noise complaints
came in around noon.

- The gunshot?

- Some guests thought
it was a champagne cork,

others thought
it was a TV on too loud.

Then about a half hour later,
the guy was seen

running from the room
by a cleaning woman.

- A half hour after
the noise complaints?

- Give or take.
Tick tock.

- Uh, do you have time-stamped
cameras at the hotel?

- Only at the front door
and the lobby.

Our guests like
their privacy. We done?

- Yeah. Thanks.
¶¶¶

- Miss Everett,
what can I do for you?

- I had a favour...

Chris said that Tanya sent him
a text message asking him

to meet her in her room.
- You were speaking with him?

- Yeah, my partner
convinced him to meet with me.

Do you have
any idea why Tanya

would do that?
- I can't imagine.

She'd gone to great pains to
break off all contact with him.

- Yeah. That's what he said.

He also said that new drug
that you prescribed him -

Parcodum - was helping him
move past her

as well.
- Yes, it was.

- Look, I know
it's a huge ask,

but if I could just get
a copy of Chris's session notes

with you, it would
really help in establishing

that he wasn't in the frame
of mind to murder her.

- You think he was framed?

- Maybe.

- Look, it's illegal for me

to give you those session notes
without a court order.

- I know.

I'm no expert,
but if one of your patients

were to be charged with murder,

that would not be good
for business, right?

- OK. Just... I'll be a minute.

¶¶¶

- How long were you actually
in the hotel room?

- Probably less than a minute.
- And you went

to the hotel
through the front doors?

- Yeah.
- Then the time stamps

on the camera should show
that you entered the hotel

long after the noise complaints
about the gunshot.

- Right. So is that enough?
- It's not a slam dunk.

You're still the only person
that was seen leaving the hotel

with the murder weapon.
We need to figure out

how Tanya's husband
got ahold of your glasses.

Have you had a break-in
lately or...?

What is it?
- I just remembered

where I last had my glasses.

¶¶¶

- Shade: [Angie?]
- What is it?

- Chris left his glasses
at Dr. Arthur's office.

He swears it's the last time
he saw them.

- Uh, I'm here now.

- [Where?]
- At Dr. Arthur's.

Did you know that he's getting
a kickback for Parcodum?

(puncture noise)

- [Angie?]

Angie, you still there?

¶¶¶

(indistinct talking)

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hands up!
- Hold on! Hold on!

- Whoa! Whoa!
Guys! Guys! Guys, listen.

Dr. Arthur has Angie.
- What?!

- Cuff him.

¶¶¶

- Shade: [Angie?]

[Angie?]

Angie, come in.

- Where are we going?

Is that Lakeshore?

- They're driving on Lakeshore.
- Which part?

- I have more sedatives.

You won't even be
awake for it.

- Who said chivalry's dead?

(whispering): Don River.

- Don River!
- Near the Port Lands.

- Let's go!
- Hey, Brian,

get this guy into holding.

- Calling all units.
Calling all units

(sirens)

- So what did she have on you?

Tanya?

Oh, come on, Doctor.
Nothing spoils

a leisurely drive
through the city

like uncomfortable silence.

- Let's just say
it was a difference

of professional opinion.

- She didn't like that you were

getting paid out
by a pharmaceutical company?

[Yeah, I saw the papers
on Parcodum.]

[I mean, they were paying you
to prescribe it, weren't they?]

Or is it more?

Is it dangerous?

- Parcodum is safe,
and after I publish

my findings, the health
authority will agree with me.

- Except Chris doesn't
know that he's being experimented on, does he?

That's what Tanya found out.

That you're using Chris
as a human guinea pig

so you can fast-track
approval of the drug.

- I didn't ask her
to review my research,

but... she was relentless.

- So you killed her.
- I didn't have a choice.

She was gonna report me
to the Psychiatric Association.

- It's one heck of a plan, Doc.

Aren't they just gonna trace
the drugs back to you anyway?

- I've never prescribed Parcodum
in my entire life.

- Wow, your patients
are so lucky to have you.

¶¶¶

(whispering):
Cherry Street Bridge.

(siren)
- Cherry Street Bridge!

- All units, be advised.
The suspect is heading south

on the Cherry Street Bridge.
- [Copy that. 45 on its way.]

(sirens)
¶¶¶

¶¶¶

- (whispering):
Shade, please hurry.

- Cold night for a swim,

but you won't feel a thing.

Ugh! Argh!

- Angie? Angie?
(grunting noises)

- What's going on?
- They're fighting.

(grunting)

(sirens)

There!

(tires squealing)

(grunting)

(sirens)

(grunting)

- Hands up! Hands up!
- Hands where I can see 'em!

- Angie, hey. Hey, are you OK?
- Yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah. I would hug you,

but I'm a little tied up
at the moment.

- (Shade): Do you got
something to cut this off?

- Yeah, always.

Don't say I never did
nothing for you.

(song Hold What You Can
by Amy Stroup)

- I don't know how to thank you.
- Just the fact that you're not pointing

a gun at me is thanks enough.
- Right.

- How are you feeling?
- Better.

Yeah. I'm off the drugs.

I'm back to straight-up therapy.
The pharmaceutical company

is offering
a substantial settlement

to avoid a lawsuit.
- Oh. And what about Dr. Arthur?

- They've asked me
to testify at his trial.

- Are you up for it?
- Yeah.

Yeah, when the times comes,
I'll be ready.

Shadow, I got you something.

Yeah! There you go.
(Shade laughing)

It's the same model
as your old one.

This one has
a shatter-proof screen guard.

You go at that
with a hammer.

- Wish I had thought
of that before.

(men chuckling)
Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Actually, uh,

I got you something too.
- ¶¶ When the night won't end ¶

¶ When the ground caves in ¶

- Dad?
- Haley?

- ¶ Hold what you can ¶
- Oh, my God!

So good to see you.

Uh, just a second.
(whispering): Thank you.

How are you doing?

How... how is school?

- Think he'll be OK?

- ¶ Our time is short ¶
- Mmm! Oh yeah, he'll be fine.

He just needed a fresh start.
- ¶ And over soon ¶

- Oh, crap! I gotta go.
- ¶ Saying new words with weight ¶

- I'm meeting Jules later.
We're gonna see a horror movie.

- Oh, you need a ride?
- No, I'll just take a cab--

On second thought,
it's a lovely day,

I think maybe I'll take a walk.

- ¶ When the air gets thin ¶

- Of course.

- ¶ When the night won't end ¶

¶ When the ground caves in ¶

¶ Hold what you can ¶

¶ Sawdust and ashes ¶

¶ Fall down ¶

¶ Catching the light ¶

¶ They've found ¶

¶ Better look closely ¶¶

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