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- Hola, papa! Hey! Could you
rustle up a cup of coffee for me

and... what smells so good?
- Macaroni pie.

Have one on the house!
We're workin' on a new menu.

- More like I'm workin',

he's eatin'.
- Yeah, I figured as much.

- Ha ha ha! Everyone
has their gifts.

- It's a staple from my country,
the perfect comfort food.

My son used to eat it
by the bucketful.

- You have a son?
- Yeah. He's in
Trinidad, I think.

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- What did I just step in?

- Well, first rule about Shona

is do not talk about her son.

- Why? What's wrong with him?

- I don't know. What part of the
first rule don't you understand?

- Yeah, but you guys
are dating now. Isn't that

what couples talk about?
(beeping)

Hey, could I get two cups
of coffee to go, please?

Angie wants me
to meet her client.

- Wait! You think Shona wants me
to ask her about her son?

- First rule about dads, never
meddle in their dating lives.

(sighing)
Thanks.

Good luck!
- Thanks. Have a good day.

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- So, where the hell
is this guy?

- Relax. He'll be here.

- Did I mention I gave up
free breakfast for this?

- Twice. And it gets
more interesting

every time.

- So, who we waitin' on exactly?

- Tyler Hill, but I doubt
that's his real name.

- And what does he do?
- I don't know.

- You don't know? I thought
we didn't take on clients

without vetting them.
- He sent a request to meet

along with two days' pay
in an encrypted email.

Let's just say I was curious.

(whirring)

- Huh.

Think that's for us?

- 100 paces northeast, turn left
and follow the dirt path.

- Well, this is the path.

- Hey!

- You have got to be kidding me.

- You're Tyler Hill?

- Sorry for the cloak
and dagger.

I had to be sure
the premises were secure.

- And why didn't you mention
that you're like, 11?

- First of all,
I'm 12 and a half.

Second, if I told you
my real age,

you wouldn't have
agreed to meet me.

- Kid's got a point.

- Can you please
not encourage him?

- We came all the way out here.
Let's hear what he has to say.

- We're not
a babysitting service.

- You know I can
hear you guys, right?

On account of my youthful ears.

- OK, fine. What is it?

A lost puppy? Missing bike?
A buried treasure

in Mr. Witherspoon's
vegetable garden?

- I want you
to look into a murder.

- ¶¶ I see you and you see me ¶

¶ Watch you blowin' the lines
when you're makin' 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 ¶¶

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Dad, this is Miss Everett
and Mr. Shade,

the PIs I mentioned.
Can you hook us up

with a couple of juice boxes?

Cranberry OK?
- Sure.

- Yeah.
- Cranberry.

- I'm sorry. He insisted.

- You knew about this?
- Yeah.

I blame myself. His mother and I
recently separated.

I've been working a lot.
He's alone way too often.

- So you don't put much stock in
whatever he's about to show us?

- Well, he once thought
the Sorensons were taken over

by a zombie virus. Turns out
it was a smoothie cleanse.

Come on in.

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- Don't listen to my dad.

He's not even here
half the time.

- Sorry to hear
about the divorce.

- At least I scored
on sympathy gifts.

Dad gave me a drone
and mom gave me a camera,

so I jerry-rigged them together.

I call her the Bedford Falcon.

She's our eye in the sky
in Bedford Hills.

I've got hundreds of hours
of footage.

- Don't the neighbours complain?
- Why would they?

I'm keeping
our neighbourhood safe.

- Is that what you call it?

- That's Miss Holly Brown.

She's a substitute teacher
at our school

and... the murder victim.

- What makes you say that?
- Every morning,

she comes out to do yoga.
She hasn't come out

since Saturday.
- Maybe she quit.

- Ms. Brown never quits!
- Or she's sick.

Or on vacation.
- Or had a family emergency.

Or any number of reasons.

- There's more to the story.

Everyone on the street
hates her.

- Why? What did she do?

- Miss. Brown is the only person
who treats us kids

kids like... adults.

She's not afraid
to talk about sex or religion.

We even talked about drugs

after Ryan Sims got caught
with pills in class.

- Pills?! Already?

Whatever happened
to cherry bombs

and girly magazines?
- OK, so there's some tension

with the parents. There's
still no evidence of murder.

- I'm getting to that.

- That's Mr. Moffatt,
Holly's neighbour.

I don't know what he does,

but he's weird.
Once I saw him with a gun.

- The night Ms. Brown

disappeared, I landed

the Bedford Falcon
on Ms. Brown's roof

and that's when I recorded this.

- Are you suggesting

that Holly's body is in there?

- I know it sounds crazy,
but I need you to look
into Mr. Moffatt.

- Respectfully, little man,

this is completely insane.

- Respectfully, big man,

you've already
cashed my advance.

According to my contract,
you owe me two days of work.

- (Shade): Kid drives
a hard bargain.

- (Angie): You're not kidding.

That's the last time I take on
a client without checking at
least the basic details.

- Like what? What grade he's in?
- Shut up.

This is completely nuts.
- Just knock!

If she answers, it's all over.
- And if she doesn't?

- Can I help you?
- Oh, hi!

I'm Doris Foster.

I'm an old friend of Holly's
from university.

- And I'm her husband, Wesley.
We just bought a house in the

neighbourhood. We were hoping
to surprise Holly with a visit.

- Welcome to Bedford Hills!
Gabe Moffatt.

Unfortunately, your friend's
not here.

- Any idea where she went?
- I think she went

to her sister's. Not sure
when she'll be back.

I'd invite you in
for a cup of java

but I'm late for work.
You're gonna love it here.

- Did he just finger-gun us?
- Yeah.

Now I'm really suspicious.
- Yeah.

There's a light on.

- OK, we are not breaking
into someone's house based on

poor energy conservation habits
and the musings of
a 12-year-old.

- Ah ha ha!

Who said anything
about breaking in?

- You know, you didn't have to
tell him that we were married.

- You opened the door.
I just went with it.

- You're a retired
hockey player. He might have

recognized you.
- So I am famous, then?

- Word travels fast
in a place like this.

Now we have to pretend
any time we see anybody.

- So what's wrong with that?
I'm pretty quick on my feet.

- Yeah, but who's gonna believe
I settled for you?

- Ha ha.

There's a bunch of open cabinets
and drawers in here.

- Maybe she was looking
for something.

- Yeah, or someone else was.
- There's no signs

of struggle and her car
is still in the driveway.

- I'm not likin' the looks of
these dirty dishes in the sink

or those papers on the porch.

- Maybe she was in a hurry.

- Look.

She had drinks with Gabe

on Saturday, the day
she disappeared.

- OK, maybe this kid's

on to something.

(honking)

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- Holly's Ameechee, Instagram
and Facebook accounts

haven't been updated
since she disappeared.

I can't find anything on Gabe.

- Totes!

Thanks.

- What's goin' on?
- Holly's sister Carmine

studies horticulture at Guelph.

So, I assumed the name
of one of her classmates

and got her number
from her mother.

Then I contacted Carmine
and assumed the name

of one of Holly's classmates and
chatted her up like
we were besties.

- Wow. You're gettin'
good at this.

- Bottom line,

Carmine hasn't seen Holly
for six months.

- And yet Gabe said
she was there.

- I also pretended to be
a parent at Holly's school.

Confirmed with the secretary
that Holly called in sick

Sunday night and is at home
recovering with the flu.

- I didn't see
any signs of a flu.

- Or any signs of Holly.

- So, Holly disappears

Saturday afternoon after having
drinks with her neighbour Gabe.

- No trace of her
Sunday, yesterday

or today except for
the one phone call

Sunday night.
- Assuming that was really her.

(phone ringing)

Hey.

- (Angie): [I'm on my way.
They were out of jalapeno.]

- All right. Meet me out front.
I think it's time

we go see
what old Gabe is up to.

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- This is completely insane.
- I know.

What kind of banh mi place

runs out of jalapenos?
- No!

I mean being here in
Pleasantville. I can't
wait to write up this report.

Suspect is guilty

of garishly painting
his garden trellis.

- Am I sensing some issue
with our suburban friends?

- Like you'd wanna
live in Bedford Hills.

- What? It's clean, it's safe,

the people are friendly.
What's not to like?

- It's all manufactured!
The white picket fence,

the 2.1 children,
the lame barbecues

that everyone pretends to enjoy.
- Wow. Methinks we struck
a nerve.

- OK, yeah.

My uncle lived in the 'burbs
when I was a kid.

He had these monthly barbecues
filled with dumb activities

like bocce ball
and sack races and...

one time they even
hired a clown.

I hate clowns.

- Everyone hates clowns...

but what's wrong with bocce ball
and sack races?

- They're not real games!
They're just exercises

in forced camaraderie.
- Did you ever consider

that maybe you suck
at said games?

- How was I supposed to learn
when they purposely excluded me?

- As long as there's no issue.

Oh.

This might be him.

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- All right, Gabe.
What are you up to?

- It looks like he went
to a hardware store.

- That does not look like
a garden trellis. What's
this guy doing?

- A shovel, an axe, some bleach.

- Something tells me
he's not bakin' a cake.

- I've seen this episode
of Dexter. It doesn't end well.

- I think it's time
we talk to Maz.
- Yeah.

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- (Maz): Let me get this
straight. A twelve-year-old kid

has a crush on his teacher,
and now he's convinced

that the neighbour he's spying
on illegally has hacked her

to bits? Do I have that right?
- Holly's social media has

been dark since Saturday.
- You said she called in sick

on Sunday, right? Murder victims
tend not to do that.

- We don't even know if
that was her! And if she's sick,

then why isn't she at home?
- Maybe she was with a friend.

Maybe she has a lover. Why is
this any of your business?

- Her car is still in
the driveway and she hasn't done

her yoga in days.
- I haven't done
yoga ever! I'm not dead!

- The neighbour,
Gabe Moffatt, was buying

bleach and plastic sheeting!

That's the full murder kit!
- Maybe Holly went somewhere

she didn't want
the neighbours to know.

- Can you just look into Gabe,
please? There's no trace of him
on social media.

- I did. He happens to have
a profession for which having

a social media profile
is frowned upon.
Gabe Moffatt is a cop.

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- Our serial killer is a cop?!

- Shh! Keep your voice down.

We have to be as quiet and
professional as possible now.

(whirring)

Tyler.

- How's it going?
- What are you doing here,
Tyler? It's after midnight!

- Perfect time to test the
Falcon's new, nocturnal upgrade.

I've added night vision lenses
capable of seeing

up to 400 yards.

Does that baby really work?
- Hey!

Don't you have school tomorrow?
- Can you please just go home?

If you really want to know
what happened to Ms. Brown,

you have to let us do our job.

(electric saw buzzing)

- We have to get inside. Now.

He's cutting her up!
- (Shade): Wait.

He's coming.
- You have to go home now.

Please.
- So you believe me, then?

- Here we go!

Here he comes.

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(grunting)

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All right.

This is where you dig.

- Me? That's your job.
- Well, you're the one

who's convinced there's
not a body in there.

- You have stronger forearms
on account of the hockey.

(gun being cocked)
- Hands in the air.

- We don't have any weapons
and we haven't broken any laws.

- Yeah. We'll see about that.

If you're gonna write me up,
I'm writing you up right back.

- What the hell
are you talking about?

- Lurking and loitering
for starters.

How's that gonna look on your
little building code report?

- What building code report?

- You're not with the city?
- No.

We're private investigators.
My name's Angie Everett and

this is my partner, Matt Shade.
- Oh!

Thank God.

- What are you doing out here?
(sighing)

- I'm renovating
the whole basement.

This'll be my new bathroom.

I'm dropping the floor
two inches myself,

sneaking the dirt
out to the bushes at night.

- Why all the subterfuge?
- No permit.

And it's a nosy neighbourhood.

- So... why did you lie
about Holly?

- Did she hire you?
- No. Let's just say
it was a concerned neighbour.

- Does this concerned
neighbour subsist

on a diet of pizza pops
and cranberry juice boxes?

Tyler Hill strikes again.

- You know him?
- He once thought

the Gilmores had a poltergeist.

Turned out to be
their new garage door opener.

- He's concerned for his teacher
and frankly, so are we.

She left under some
pretty strange circumstances.

- I think I know
what this is about.

Holly and I are...
fond of each other.

- You're dating?
- Just good friends.

For now. But Bedford Hills
is very conservative.

Sometimes people talk.

- Why did you say
that she went to her sister's?

- I get why that looks weird,

but I swear, I was just
trying to protect her.

- Protect her from what?

- I think Holly has
a substance abuse problem.

When I was there last week,
I found opioids in her house.

- Did you consider
reporting her?

- No, I just... I just
wanna get her help.

- So why do you think she ran?

- I invited her over
on Saturday to talk.

When I mentioned the pills,
she got defensive.

Now I calmed her down,
went to pour some wine but...

when I got back, she was gone.

- And you haven't
heard from her since?

- I texted her... a dozen times,

but nothing.

To be honest,
I'm really worried about her.

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- ¶¶ When I see anything ¶

¶ I ¶

¶ I think of you ¶

¶ Oh ¶

¶ Oh, sing it to me, baby ¶¶

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- I'm sorry about yesterday.
- Oh, it's OK. He didn't know.

- No, I'm talking about me.

I never asked you
about your son.

- His name is Noah Ruano.

And he got into
the University of Toronto

and was excited
to come to Canada

but...

then his father
poisoned him against me.

- Oh, well... where is he now?

- He stayed in Trinidad.
We lost touch.

- That's gotta be hard.
I mean, he's your son.

- Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, I wrote him letters,

hoping to re-establish contact.

So I finally gave up.

The last letter came back
return to sender.

- Seriously?

- It's OK, Don. I'm over it.

Really.

- Hey, Don.

- Hey.

- Could I get a chai tea and a
blueberry scone to go, please?

- Zoe.

If I gave you

a name and a city
and an approximate birth date,

could you track a guy down
for me?

I just need his phone number.

- My contract says I'm
only allowed to work for
Miss Everett and Mr. Shade.

- I'm Mr. Shade.

And I pay cash.

¶¶¶

- Gabe Moffatt isn't a murderer.
He's just building a bathroom.

- And he has a gun
because he's a police officer.

So there's no reason to believe
he's hurt Holly, OK?

- So where did Ms. Brown go?

- We don't know.
Maybe she went to go

visit a friend.
It's not our business.

- All we know is that she was
having drinks at Gabe's and they

got into a minor argument.
- About what?

- Adults have adult problems.

- Is that why she was so upset
at the barbecue?

- What barbecue?
- Mr. and Mrs. Green's.

I just heard
from Brayden McShane

that she showed up there
on Saturday.

- What did Brayden McShane
say exactly?

- Just that it didn't go well.

You can ask Mrs. Green
at the do-over.

- The do-over?
- Tonight.

She's hosting another barbecue
to make up for it.

- Hm.

- I guess it's time
for Mr. and Mrs. Foster

to meet the Greens.

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- (Mrs. Green):
Cocktail sandwiches?

- I'm Wesley Foster,
this is my wife Doris.

- I love what you've
done back here!

- Oh, it's so nice to have
people move in with taste!

Bedford Hills is
the perfect place

to raise a family.

- Exactly why we're trying!

Hopefully we'll have
a bun in the oven real soon.

- Although it's proving
to be a bit of a challenge

due to the low sperm count.

- She's kidding, of course.

We're just so happy to be out

of the city.

Doris has such fond memories
of barbecues

from her childhood.
You know, the bocce ball,

sack races,
those hilarious clowns.

- Have you all met my husband?

- No.
- Let me introduce you.

- You made me a clown lover.

- Payback hurts.

- I'd like you to meet

Doris and Wesley Foster.
They're new

to the neighbourhood.
- Welcome to Bedford Hills.

You couldn't ask for
a better place to have a family.

- Wow! Word travels fast.

Do you guys have children
of your own?

- Both of ours have moved out.
Kale is an undergrad at UBC

and Flora just started
medical school at Stanford.

- Wow.
- We value education

here at Bedford Hills. Did you
know that we have the highest

number of high school graduates
in all of Canada?

- Really?
- Wow!

- Woodside High with honours.
- Well, chalk up two more

in the high school
graduate column!

- We love being empty nesters.

There's so much to do here.
- Outdoor movie night,

bingo Fridays. Oh, and Sherman
plays indoor soccer

with the boys. Maybe you can
take Wesley sometime.

- Absolutely.
- Great.

- Well, excuse me. The sausages
won't flip themselves.

- I wanted to talk
to you, actually.

What is up with
your neighbour Holly?

I heard she caused quite
the scene last Saturday.

- Oh, yes. Well, I mean, she did
show up and all but you know,

she's an acquired taste. Holly
and I get along swimmingly.

- That's not what we were told.

- Is it the Buckmans
you were talking to?

- Oh, OK. Between you and I
and the fencepost,

Holly did show up here and
she did indeed cause a scene

but that's between
her and the Buckmans.

- (both): Hm.

- So, have you thought of a name
yet for the little one?

Oh, Mrs. Green told me.
- Oh, I'm not--

- Zoe if it's a girl,
Don if it's a boy.

- Good, strong names.
We don't believe

in non-traditional labels.

None of this androgynous stuff,
am I right?

- Speaking of non-traditional,
what's going on with your
neighbour, Holly?

- We heard she caused
quite the scene last Saturday.

- Oh, I didn't see her.
- Honey, what are you

talking about?
She came in and she...

I'm thinking of someone else.

- To be honest, Holly just
doesn't quite fit in.

Prancing around
in those yoga pants,

mixing her recycling,

sneaking my daughter chocolates

when she knows our views
on sugar.

We have been more than tolerant.

This is my daughter, Maya.

Maya, have you met the Fosters?

- Negative. Nice to meet you.

- Mrs. Buckman was
a little too eager

to say how tolerant
she is with Holly.

- Told you. Fake camaraderie.

You wonder why
I hate the 'burbs!

Hey! You're pretty handy
with a wrench.

- Holly taught me.
- Holly, huh?

What's she like?

- She's cool.
Not that Mom agrees.

- Did you happen to see her
at the barbecue on Saturday?

- I stayed home. She came
to our yard later.

- What time was that?
- Maybe 4:30.

She and Mom were arguing.

- What about?

- Something about clothes...

because I saw Mom throw Holly's
top in the garbage later.

- Why would your mom
have Holly's clothes?

- Parents are weird.

- You're right about
the suburbs. Too many secrets.

- Especially in
the Buckman household.

You thinkin'
what I'm thinkin'?

- Yeah. Every good barbecue
has parting gifts.

Whoa!

Mini candy bar wrappers!

I thought the Buckmans
were a no sugar household.

Tea bag.

A sock. Guess the dryer
ate the other one.

(chuckling)
- Zoe!

Sure you don't
wanna join in the fun?

- Mmm... no, I'm good.

And totally not distracted
by a side project.

- This is pointless and gross.
What are we doing?

Is that blood?
- This changes everything.

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(Maz sighing)

- Guess I got
your attention now.

- Yeah, well, a missing person's
bloody top has a way

of doing that. The fastest I
ever processed a piece

of evidence in my entire life.
- It wasn't contaminated,
was it?

- No, thankfully it wasn't.

Now, it appears
that Holly was the victim

of a first degree,
vegetative assault.

- Meaning?
- Beet juice.

It was beet juice, Angie!
- Oh, come on! How was I

supposed to know that?
- I mean, thank God

it wasn't carrot! I mean,
those stains never come out!

Or rutabaga! Can you imagine?
- Do not make me out to be

an idiot, OK? Something fishy
happened to Holly Brown

and you know it!
- No. You know what I know?

You're startin' to lose it. OK?
I love you, but you are

going off the deep end here.
- She's been missing for almost

three days, Maz.
What do you expect me to do?

- I don't know. Maybe stop
taking cases from the cast

of Stranger Things?

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- (Zoe): Morning, Don.

- Here you go. A large chai,
just like you like it,

and a blueberry scone. So,
do you have an update for me?

- I found Noah Ruano.

- Already? Oh, that's great!

- Yeah, he lives in San Juan.

He's 35 years old.

He works as a manager
at Hotel Bastion.

Trouble is when I called

to confirm he was there,

I didn't expect him to answer.

- You didn't speak with him?
- I panicked!

Everything just came out!
Now he knows his mother's

looking for him.
And why I do not deserve

these delicious treats.
- And why Shona is
so gonna kill me.

- Maybe she'll forget
after she talks to him.

- Wait.

Noah wants her to call?

- You're right. It's a bad idea.

- No, no, no! It's...
it's only a bad idea

for the other Boyfriend
of the Year contenders!

'Cause I wrapped that trophy up!

Thank you so much!

Thank you!

- Hm!

¶¶¶

- Dryer on the fritz?

- Oh, we're an air dry family.
Better for the environment.

- What can we do
for you, Mrs. Foster?

- Actually it's Everett.
Angie Everett.

I'm a private investigator.
- And I'm her partner,

Matt Shade. We were hoping
you guys could answer

a few questions for us.
- What's this about?

- We've been looking into
the disappearance of Holly Brown

and we found something troubling
in your garbage.

- You looked in our garbage?
- Those chocolate bars
are Mayas.

- That's not what we were
talking about. You said

that Holly didn't
go to the barbecue.

Then what were you
doing with this?

- Oh, my Lord. That is not what
it looks like. Cliff, tell them.

- Well, we don't know for sure
that that's what Holly

was doing, honey.
- What are you guys

talking about?
- Holly was not welcome

at the barbecue, yet she showed
up anyway. And I think she was

peddling drugs.
- What makes you say that?

- I saw them with my own eyes.

They were in a brown satchel,
all these little blue pills.

And I think she was trying
to sell some to my daughter.

- Emily, please. It might have
been vitamins in those bags,

and we don't know
that she was looking for Maya.

- Well how did those pills
get into Maya's school, then?

Look, she was in my yard.

And I think she was high.

After she got that juice stain
on her shirt,

I caught her stealing one
of my tops right off the line.

- So you threw beet juice at her

to keep her away
from your daughter?

- I may have yelled at her
for stealing my shirt

but I certainly did not
throw that beet juice.

- Well if you didn't,
then who did?

- OK, it was me. She was
ruining the barbecue!

- What exactly happened?
- Why do you care

who threw the beet juice,
Mrs. Foster?

- I'm not Mrs. Foster.
My name is Angie Everett

and this is my partner,
Matt Shade.

- We're private investigators.
Have either of you

heard of Holly using
or selling pills?

- No, but it wouldn't surprise
me if she was into drugs.

I mean, with all
the meditation and yoga...

- Is Holly in trouble?
- Don't defend her.

Women like Holly, they operate
on their own level.

- What do you mean
by "women like Holly"?

- Let's just say

what Holly wants, Holly gets.

Excuse us.

- Did you see that look?

- Do you think Holly and
Mr. Green were having an affair?

- (Mr. Hill): Hey, buddy.

Your friends are here
to see you.

- Hey. You OK?

- I'll leave you guys to it.

- The Bedford Falcon
is grounded. And so am I.

- Your dad told us
about the petition.

You can only fly it
in the park now, huh?

- I was planning to take it
to the next level.

I just dropped all this coin
on an external mic.

- We didn't see you
at the barbecue.

- Dad was working.

I don't really like
those things anyway.

- Yeah. I hate
those group events too.

- There was a cute girl there.
Maya. Do you know her?

- She's a weirdo.

Always on her own
doing weirdo things.

- Hmm... that doesn't
sound familiar at all!

- Hey, um, you mentioned

you had hundreds of hours of
drone footage. You still got it?

- Yeah. Why?
- 'Cause we need your help.

So... Mr. Green says
he plays indoor soccer.

That's every Tuesday at 6PM
at the Bedford Civic Centre.

- We're trying to see

if Mr. Green and Holly
are in any way connected.

- You think they're doing it?

(nervous chuckling)

- Let's just focus
on Mr. Green for now, OK?

He drives a red sedan.

Can you find any footage
of him leaving?

- Here we go. Last Tuesday,

5:55. Red sedan on the move.

- Can you see where he's going?

- That's weird.
- Weird how?

- The Civic Centre is west.
His car's going east.

Hang on.

- Is that him?

- What's he doing back there?

- Holy crap!

That's Ms. Brown's house!

- "Indoor soccer" my ass!

- Mr. Green has been
a very naughty boy.

¶¶¶

- ¶¶ I see someone ¶

¶ Like you ¶

¶ To call my very own ¶¶

- One chicken roti,
extra chutney.

- Hey!
- Oh, hey!
- Does she know yet?

- She's about to find out.
- You haven't told her?

- No. I wrote it
on one of the order slips,

that way it's
a complete surprise.

- BLT on brown.

- It's the next one.

- My life is not yours to fix.

- Maybe you should hold off
on that Boyfriend of
the Year award.

- "What Holly wants,
Holly gets."

- And it appears
Holly wanted you,

Mr. Green, or perhaps it was you
that wanted Holly.

- Which explains why you were
reluctant to invite my husband

to play indoor soccer.
You never went, did you?

- Will you please keep
your voice down? It's not

what you think.
- Where is she?

- I don't know! But you wanna
know what I did with her?

This.

- 12th grade calculus.
- All this talk

about Bedford having
the most high school graduates?

I wasn't one of them.
Until Holly.

- She was tutoring you?
- Helping me get

my high school diploma.

For years, I lied to my wife
about graduating high school.

I couldn't take it anymore.
So Holly hooked me up

with an adult
correspondence course.

- And your wife assumed
you were having an affair.

- Crazy, I know. I just finished

my exams on Tuesday.
I'm waiting on the results.

Please, don't tell my wife.

She doesn't know any of this.

- She does now.

Why on earth didn't you tell me?

- I thought you'd be ashamed.

- Oh, Sherman.

(sighing)

And what about Holly? I'm really
starting to get worried.

- Yeah, so are we. This whole
thing might have to do
with drugs.

- Do you know something?
- She asked me for a favour.

She said she had
to take care of something

and wanted to borrow
my credit card.

- You didn't give it
to her, did you?

- It's the least I could do
after all she's done for me.

- We need to know the last place
that card was used.

- You sure this is the place?

- Paid for with Mr. Green's
credit card since Saturday.

Holly's definitely here.

- OK. So, Saturday,

Holly goes for drinks at Gabe's

where he mentions the pills
that he found in her house.

- Knowing he's a cop, she panics
and runs back to her house

to hide her stash.
- Or maybe to sell it quickly.

- But with Gabe on her tail,

she needs to make
herself invisible.

- So she runs down the street to
borrow Mr. Green's credit card.

- Which upsets his wife,
who wrongfully assumes

that Holly's having an affair
with her husband.

Splash goes the beet juice.
- Holly has to change her shirt

but she can't go home
because Gabe's sniffin' around.

- So she runs next door,

steals a shirt off the line
but gets caught by Mrs. Buckman.

- Only to wind up here,
in this crappy motel

where she calls in sick
to school on Sunday

and stays until now.

- Why here?

Do you think this is
where she's dealing?

- Why don't we ask her?

- Holly Brown?

- Hey, hey, hey! You've
gotta stop running!

We know about
your opioid problem!

- Look, I don't
have an opioid problem.

My neighbour does.

- Gabe?

- He invited me over
for some wine

and I was looking for glasses
and that is when I found

his stash.
- Wow.

I'm guessing he wasn't pleased.

- Yeah. He said to pretend
that I never saw it.

He said if I ever breathed
a word to anyone, he'd frame me

and end my career.
- So what exactly was your plan?

- I just needed to hide

and get these drugs
out of my school.

- Holly, we can help you.

If we go to the police with--

- No. Gabe is the police.
He'll just pin this on me.

I mean, he assured me
that there's no way these pills

can be traced back to him.
- Because he skimmed them

from evidence.
They're invisible.

- But I can't let him get away
with this. I know

what this does to communities.
I've seen this in my school.

What am I gonna do?

- There is one thing
we could try.

- Hi, Holly.

I was worried about you.

You disappeared on me there.

- Well I was upset
about what I found.

- You mean about what you took.

Where's my bag?
- Just say what it is, Gabe.

I'm not wired.

I chose this place
so we could talk freely.

Those drugs ended up in
my school, Gabe. Kids are dying!

- These things are
everywhere, Holly.

You can't escape it.
They don't get it from me,

they'll get it
from someone else.

- You won't get away with this.
- Just tell me

where my pills are!
- You lookin' for this, Gabe?

- Mr. Shade!

Thank God you found
Holly's drugs.

I really appreciate
you helping me find her.

- Drop the act, Gabe.
We all know these are yours.

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

I found those in Holly's house.
- He thinks you're wired.

That's why he's not
telling the truth.

- Look, it's one thing
to be a user, Holly,

but dealing is something
I can't tolerate.

Not when these things
get in the hands of kids.

- Wow. The way you turn it
on and off,

that's impressive, man.

- Whatever you think
you're doing, stop.

You got nothing.

- I don't.

But that does.

(whirring)
External microphone.

Highly sensitive.
Caught the whole thing.

- Smile! You're
on candid camera.

(sirens blaring)

- DROP THE WEAPON!

GET YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!

¶¶¶

(indistinct speaking over radio)

Well... the kid was right.

I'm... I'm sorry.
But the next time you pull

something like this,
maybe you give me a call first?

- Just tell us
the recording checked out.

- Loud and clear.

Be careful with that thing.

- I told you
that external mic you bought

would come in handy one day!
- The Bedford Falcon

flies again.

¶¶¶

- I didn't mean to yell at you.

I'm the one
that should apologize.

- What are you saying?

- I'm scared to reach out
to him again.

That's why I overreacted
to you back there.

I'm sorry.

- Nothin' that a little
macaroni pie can't cure.

- You know that number
you found for Noah?

Do you still have it?

¶¶¶

- It's a great party.
Thanks for having us.
- Thanks for coming.

- See? This is what
the suburbs are about:

the community, the camaraderie.

- Next thing you know, you'll be
making us play bocce ball.

- Hey! I never got the chance
to properly thank you two.

You saved more than just me; you
saved the whole neighbourhood.

- Actually, the credit
goes to this young man

right here.
- Thank you, Tyler.

You and your crazy flying robot
are true heroes.

- The pleasure's all mine,
Ms. Brown. Although...

regrettably, the Bedford Falcon
has been grounded.

- Well, you never know.
People might change their minds.

Besides, there's more to life
than flying a drone.

- That's debatable.

- I'm gonna go dance.

- ¶¶ Take me on a mission
Sweep me on a sunset holiday ¶

- There's an opening on the
bocce ball court. Come on.

- No. No!
- Come on! Come on!

(inaudible speaking)

- ¶ Forget to be uptight ¶

¶ Just keep rising up ¶

¶ I want to feel you
by my side ¶

¶ And go together
Searching for something true ¶

- Yeah!
- Wow!

¶¶¶

- ¶ Sunken through ¶

¶¶¶

¶ Searching for something true ¶

¶¶¶

¶ Something true ¶

¶¶¶

¶ Something true ¶

¶¶¶

¶ Something true ¶

(exclamations of appreciation)

- The Bedford Falcon
flies again!

- ¶ Something true ¶

¶¶¶

¶ Something true ¶

¶¶¶

(cheering)
¶ Something true ¶

¶¶¶

¶ Something true ¶¶

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