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- There you go! On the house.

- What's the occasion?
- When you bake a tray

of spiced triple A beef

enrobed in puff pastry,
that is the occasion.

- So you're taking over
the kitchen now?

- No! Just while Shona's son is
visiting from Trinidad.

I thought, if I'm gonna run
this joint solo,

I may as well float a few
recipes of my own.

- A man of many talents, Don!
- Enjoy!

- Let's get back to the office.
- Yeah, okay.

On second thought, why don't we
stay here for a minute?
I'm sure Zoe

has everything under control.
- Not so fast, Chow.

- Okay, I know the office is
technically supposed to be open

right now, but I thought
you were doing this at Timmy's.

- It's after nine!
- I know. I just...

My stupid phone's new operating
system messed up my alarm. But,

don't worry, I forwarded
the agency's calls to my phone!

Speaking of which, do you know
Riley Larson?

- If I never hear from that over
coiffed jackass again it'll
be too soon. Why?

- Because he just hired us.
- Ah...

How much are we
paying her again?
- Define "jackass."

- Designer suit. Too much
cologne. Excessive use

of the word "broski".
- Well...

And how do you know this guy?
- Riley's a Bay Street

criminal lawyer my dad and I
worked for a few times.

He reps the scum of the earth,

and he is pretty good
at keeping them out of jail.

- With an assist
from the Everett Agency.

- His cheques never bounced!
- So what does he want with us?

- Apparently Riley opened
a new practice.

He wants us to find out
who threw a brick

through his front window.
Which narrows our suspect list

down to anybody he's ever met.

- Unionville, uh? Not exactly
what I was expecting.

- Me neither. The Riley I knew
was more of a glass
and concrete guy.

Why would he set up shop here?
- Nicely gentrified.

Lots of new money.
I get the attraction.

- Yeah, if you're opening a
bakery or a ye olde fudge shop,

not a law firm. Zoe must've got
the wrong address.

- No! I don't think so.

- Riley's Flying
Motorcycle Club?

- So your buddy's
a biker now?

- He's not my buddy.
- There's the broken window!

(knocking)

- There's something really weird
about all this.

- Maybe there's a back entrance.

It's open.

- Hello?

Riley?

Hello?

- Angie.

- Is that meant
for us?

- Is that some
kind of joke?

- Well, it is, the joke's on me.

I just got jumped.

- ¶¶ 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 ¶¶

- I was coming here to meet you

to talk about the brick

when I heard a noise
at my workbench.

I went to check it out and got
coldcocked by a helmet.

- Did you see his face?
- No. He got me by surprise.

- I wouldn't have figured you
for the biker.

Back in the day you used to live
in a suit and tie.

- I quit law last year.
- You quit? Why?

- What're you, my shrink?
- Hey!

Easy, bro. We're just trying
to get a little backstory.

- I'm not your "bro".
And here's your backstory:

I opened a new business,
and someone wants me out.

- I can't imagine why.
- I'm tired of these yokels

treating us like a gang,
alright!

My members are good people,
they don't deserve this.

- Maybe it's just you
they don't like.

- Hey, hey, hey! Tell us about
the window out front.

- It happened yesterday
around 7 AM.

I was back here
when I heard a crash.

I went out, found glass
everywhere. And also this.

- At least they're consistent.

- If you're so worried, why
haven't you call the police?

- You know how many cops
I've taken apart

on the witness stand?
They already hate me,

and that was before the rally.
- What rally?

- I'm hosting a vintage
motorcycle rally tomorrow.

Closing down the whole street.
It's gonna be great for tourism.

- Maybe this has something to do
with that.

- All I know is if this were
anywhere else in the city,

they'd be putting up a plaque
in my honour.

Instead they hold a protest
at the community centre.

- They who?

- For twelve years,
our community has

been among the safest
in the greater Toronto area.

But since the arrival
of Mr. Larson,

there have been noise
violations,

unruly activity
at our local pubs,

and a dramatic increase
in crime, including vandalism

and assault.

- What are you talking about?
Both of those attacks were

against my club!
- Part of a pattern of violence

that started when you arrived.
- Sit down, lady!

- As leader of the Unionville
Preservation Society,

I'm asking one last time

to cancel this reckless bike
rally tomorrow. Thank you.

(cheering and applause)

- Alright! Settle! Settle!
Settle! Thank you, Wendy.

We'll take your words
under advisement.

Mr. O'Connor?
- I manage

the Unionville Arms Pub,
and Riley's club has been

the best thing that's happened
to us. Sales are way up.

- What? Speak for yourself!
My boutique has lost

nearly half its revenue.
- Think long term, Lola.

This rally will bring
in all kinds of tourists.

- Yeah, tattooed hoodlums
from Millhaven!

(feedback)

- Little trick
from my punk band days.

Now I know some
of you are concerned

with the number
of bikers showing up tomorrow,

but Mr. O'Connor has graciously
donated his parking lot
as overflow.

(cheering and applause)

And Riley has
also promised

that all proceeds from the rally
will be donated to charity.

- The charity in his pocket!

- Riley never mentioned
a charity.

- Weird. He's not one to hide
things that make him look good.

- Alright, alright.
That's enough. That's enough!

As I was saying,
in my opinion,

the benefits of holding
the rally outweigh the risks.

The council's decision stands.
The rally is on.

(applause)

- Our fearless leader has a
temper. You think she's
behind this?

- I don't know. I can't see her
swinging a helmet.

- And I can't see you doing Soul
Cycle, but life is full
of surprises.

- I am really regretting
telling you that.

- Her name is Wendy
Meisner. She's the leader of the
Unionville Preservation Society.

- Yeah? Well, my name is Kurtis
Mazhari, and I'm the leader

of the local chapter of the I-
Don't-Give- A-Rat's-Ass Society,

alright?
- Come on, Maz!

It'll take you two minutes. We
just wanna see if she's got
any priors.

- I can't do it, alright?
Inspector Carson's been
cracking down on me.

Every login to the network is
monitored.

Besides, she eats private eyes
for breakfast.

Now I gotta deal with this
on top of everything else.

- Who's the newbie?

- Danica Powers. Some uniform
headquarters dumped on us

for a week. She's doing that
to be a detective.

- Can we use her login?
- That could not be more
against work policy.

- Come on, Maz.
Don't make me post a pic

of a certain detective
rocking a vintage bowl cut.

- You're bluffing.

Powers! Get over here.
- Yes, sir?

- Why don't you set out to my
computer and log into
your account?

You want to be a detective,
right? Let's do a little
dry run, uh!

- Okay!
- Okay! Right! Yeah!

This is Shade and Angie,
two of my...

confidential informants.
- Hello!

- Fakes names, of course.
Go ahead.

Okay! We're looking for some
information on a Wendy...

- Meisner, founder of the
Unionville Preservation Society.

- Actually, yes. One incident
of malicious destruction

of property, later dropped.
Looks like she smashed

some of her ex-husband's artwork
during a messy divorce.

What's this about?

- We're just looking
into some death threats.

It's probably nothing.
- What's the case number?

- Uh, 867-5309.

- Okay! I'll log that right now!
- No need. No need!

I will take care of it. That's
plenty for today. Great work.

- Ha! Ha! Thank you, Sir!
- Yeah!

Yeah, that's not... There's...
That's the door right there.

- I would hardly call it art.

It was a hideous anime space
girl with giant fake boobs.

- You don't deny smashing it.
- I wanted his things
out of my house

and I "accidentally damaged it".
- The way you "accidentally
assaulted" Riley Larson?

- No. I swear I wasn't there.

- Then you won't mind telling us
where you were this morning
at 9:30?

- I was having breakfast.
- With who?

- My friend, Lola Melloncamp.

- Yes, Wendy and I met at the
Unionville Arms this morning.
They have a great Early Bird.

- You don't seem to like
Riley much either.
- Or the rally.

- My boutique sells high-end
clothing and jewelry.

Some are estate sale pieces
that are extremely valuable.

My clients hate the sound
of revving engines

almost as much as Lou Lou here.
Yes.

I have no choice but to close
my shop tomorrow.

- What about yesterday? Someone
threw a brick through
Riley's window.

- I was sleeping
when it happened.
- We didn't mention the time.

- I heard about it, okay? Why
are you only questioning me?

Lots of people have
it in for Riley.
- Why is that?

- Because he's a scam artist.
You wanna know how to tell

if Riley Larson is lying?
His lips are moving.

- Ugh... Classic Riley. Making
friends wherever he goes.

- What do you suppose
she meant by that?

- I don't know, but my money's
on the charity rally.

Doesn't jive with the Riley
Larson I know.

- You think it's a scam?
- Explains why he didn't
tell us about it.

- So how do you think we are
gonna get to the truth?

- Why don't we
ask somebody?

- Whoa. You really
think confronting a bunch
of bikers on their home turf

is such a great idea?
- You got a better one?

(rock music)

- Hey! Welcome. I'm Tiny. Are
you signing up for
tomorrow's rally?

- You bet, we are! Always happy
to support local charity!

Which one is it again?

- All proceeds are going
to the Harbour Women's Shelter.

It's a cause close
to Riley's heart.

- Is there a website
we could check out?

- You guys cops?
- No.

- What's your ride?
- A Honda.

- Yeah? What kind?
- It's a...

Uh... It's a...
- It's a Honda Gold Wing

Valkyrie, the power cruiser
from hell. 1500 CC's,

she tops out at about 210.
Isn't that right, honey?

- Yeah, it's right.

- Sweet ride.
- Yeah!

- Sign up here,
leave the sheet there

and I'll see you two tomorrow.

- Thanks, Tiny!

What the hell was that?

- I'm a car guy! Motorcycles are
two wheeled death traps.

- Fine! And I do all the talking
starting now!

It's the last thing we need
to see you blow our cover.

- Shadow?

- Dude, I am like
so geeking out here.

Matt Shade, in my bar, man!
I can't... I got your...

I got your card
in here somewhere.

- You a big fan of the Tropics?
- Yeah.

That's Maui. One day
I'm gonna open up a tiki bar
there. Somewhere they don't care

who your clientele is, right?
- As a bartender,

you must hear things. Any idea
who's after Riley?

- Believe me,
I've been listening.

So far no one's owning up.

Here we go.

I really appreciate this.

- Yeah, no problem. So...

do you know Lola Mellencamp
and Wendy Meisner?

- Sure. Lola's a regular.

Wendy comes in for breakfast
sometimes.

- Like today.
- Today? No. I open late

on Fridays.
- Thanks, man.

- Thank you!

- So Wendy has no alibi at all.
- More importantly,

she chose to lie. And got her
friend Lola to cover it up.

- Let's check it out.

Look familiar?

- What the hell is going on
out here?

- We were just about to ask you
the same thing.

- Tan brownstones, exactly like
the one that was thrown through
Riley's window.

- Why did you lie
about your alibi?
- I have my reasons.

- Our client needs to know.
You got ten seconds.

- Because she was with me.

- Wendy and I have spent
a lot of time together.

My job is to build bridges.
- Into your arch enemy's
bedroom?

- It's complicated.
We represent

two very passionate bases.

And though Bryce is friendly
with the bikers,

I've come to realize he can be
a lot more reasonable than some

of my own group.
- And vice versa.

We started
to understand each other.

- And somewhere along the
way, there were sparks.
- Sometimes work can

bring out chemistry
in unexpected ways.

You must know
what that's like.

- No! No. No idea.
- No, no idea.

- My members at the Unionville
Preservation Society would
have a fit

if they knew that Bryce
and I were romantic.

They'd think I sold out.
- Only Lola knows

about our relationship. And we'd
like to keep it that way.

- Maybe if you guys were more
forthcoming about where
you were this morning.

- We were here,
during the assault.

Together. Is that forthcoming
enough for you?

- What about the broken window?

- She had nothing to do
with that either.

Tell them, Wendy.

Wendy?

Are you serious?
- I only did it

because some in my group
thought I was getting soft.

I was planning on paying Riley
back anonymously.

- If I was you, I'd get
your chequebook out.

- Wendy Meisner. Wow.

So you know who threw the brick,
but you don't know who
assaulted me.

- Which means you may wanna
consider canceling the rally.

- No. I'm not canceling
my rally.

I sunk a ton of money into this
club, the rally's
the whole point.

- Because of the charity?
- That's what this is about,
isn't it? You're running a scam.

- It's not a scam, okay?. Feel
free to look at the paperwork.

- Why a women's shelter?
- Because it ticks all
the right boxes.

PR gold in the Me Too era.
- Not buying it. There's
something else going on.

- That's what I'm paying you
to find out!

I'm sorry. Old habits.

I'm trying to change, Angie,
believe me.

It's just... this rally is
everything to me.

I'll pay you double
to keep watch,

whatever it takes.
But I'm not canceling my rally.

(mumbling)

- Detective Mazhari?
I was wondering

if you needed any further help
on that Wendy Meisner death
threat case.

- No, I'm good. Thank you.
- Are you sure?

Because when I mentioned it
to Inspector Carson--

- You told Inspector Carson?
- Sure.

She asked me for the file number
but I couldn't seem to find it

in the system.
You've opened a file, right?

867-5309?

- It's still just a hard copy
right now, you know.

Analog. Gotta input
the data into the...

- Yeah. Okay. So... Okay.

Just let me know when it's up
because I definitely want

to keep Carson in the loop.
You know.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Angie? Help.

(pop rock music)

- Ha! Ha! It's not my fault.
- What do you mean, it's
not your fault?

You're the one who made me
look into Wendy Meisner
in the first place.

Now my rookie is all over this.
- And here she comes.

Right behind.

- Perimeter check completed,
no suspicious activity detected.

- Hey, Danica. Why don't you
take five and get us a round?

- Thank you. That's very nice.
Thank you.

- Does she have
an off switch?

- You don't know the half of it.
She's at work every morning
before everybody else,

she leaves last, and every lunch
break, she shows me new videos
or her and her girlfriend

bottle-feeding their baby pugs,
Cameron and Diaz.

- She'll be gone in a week. Plus
look at the bright side, you
get to hang out with us

and Carson will never find out
you faked that file number.

- I'm sorry. Which part of that
is the bright side?

Oh! Danica needs more money.
That's great. I'm dead now.
So...

- Whoa, check it out. A 1972
Norton Commando.
- Alright!

Hold the phone! When were you
gonna tell me you were
this into bikes?

- Oh! I'm not. It's my dad's
thing. He used to take me

for picnic road trips
up the escarpment.

- Uh! You still ride?

Just because your dad's gone,
doesn't mean

you have to give up
what you love.

- Two beers for our fellow
colleagues.

- And because Danica correctly
pointed out we're on duty,

two sodas for us. Yeah! Cheers!
- Cheers!

- Check out buddy in the trench
coat, four o'clock.

- He's bringing back the Bogart
look. That's not a crime.
- It's way too hot for riding.

- He's got a gun!
Detective Mazhari!
- What?

- Shoot. We lost him.

I got him!

- What the hell are you doing?
- This man's got a firearm!

- Okay! Yeah,
it's a starter's pistol.

- Come on. Look out.

Are you okay? Meet Sergeant
Earle Capshaw,

Star of Courage recipient and
the man we've honoured with
kicking off our rally.

- Hello.
- What kind of
outfit are you running here?

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry about that,
Sir. Nice work, officer.

- Thank you, Sir!
- Sarcastic!

- I think I jumped the gun
a little bit there.

- Don't sneak out. Don't sneak
out again today.

(applause)

- Thanks for coming out, guys.
I appreciate it.

It is my honour
to announce the first

annual Riley's Rally to raise
money in support

of the Harbour Women's Shelter.

Thank you!

Flying Bikers,
start your engines!

(revving engines)

(gunshot)

(cheering)

(revving engine)

- That was the last of them.
Rally's over, no sign of danger.

- Yeah. Unless you're
a Gulf War veteran.

- Go easy on her.
She was just excited.

- Alright, let's get the hell
outta here and find Riley

before one of us
takes out a nun.

- What's going on?
(siren blaring)

- I got no idea.

Oh! Heads up!
Clear the way! Yeah.

- What happened?
- What do you think happened?

I was right all along.
Come on, sweetie.

- Looks like one
of the bikers used the rally

as a distraction to rob
Lola's shop.

- That's not good news for
Riley. We should go tell him.

- You don't have to do that.

I think he already knows.

- I got a message from Lola
saying she had info about
the assault.

- Can we see it?
- It was on FlashYak.

It's a messaging app. It
disappears ten seconds
after it's sent.

- She asked me to come
to her shop right away.

Told me to use the back door,
said it was unlocked.

- That didn't seem weird to you?
- No. She's let me in that way
before.

Lola and I were
briefly romantic.

- And you don't think
we could've used this
information earlier?

- When was I supposed
to tell you?

- Literally any time before now.
- Lola and I are fine.

We parted as friends.
- Yeah! 'Cause that's
your strong suit.

- Don't get me started--
- Hey! Hey, hey! What
happened after you got inside?

- Okay. I knew something was
wrong right away.

I saw glass on the floor,
and no Lola. I started to worry.

- Why didn't you call the cops?
- I didn't think of it, alright.

I wanted to make sure
Lola was okay,

so I went right over
to the smashed display case.

That's when I saw my satchel--
- Your satchel?

- I swear to God, I don't know
how it got there.

I picked it up, and realized I
was being set up. And then
the cops burst in.

(rock music)

- I should put you in charge
more often.

- I knew my carrot and coriander
soup would kill! Ha! Ha!

You know, when Jules had
her movie nights,

I always had to make more.
How did your...

How did your date go
with your son?

- It was great.
- Great!

- Yeah! He misses me.
- Yeah?

- Yeah...

(loud exhale)

- What's wrong?

- Noah wants me to spend more
time there. In Trinidad.

- You should go.
I can handle this place.

- I'm talking a month, maybe
more. I can't do that to you.

Maybe it will be better
if you just... come with me.

- To Trinidad?

- You'd love it there.
And I was thinking...

if we sold this place,
we'd have enough money

to go back and forth
as much as we want.

I know, I know.
It's a lot to take in.

I've seen how much
you love this place.

- Well, I also like okra
and macaroni pie.

- So you'll consider it?

- Sweetie, if it's important to
you, of course I'll consider it.

(laughter)

- Boy meets girl,

girl plots revenge, boy goes
to prison. It's textbook.

- Riley is anything but
textbook. He's always
working an angle.

- I don't like
the guy either, but

why would he hire us if he was
planning a robbery?

- Maybe he thought it would be a
good cover story for the jury
if he ever got caught.

- That's' a bit of a stretch.

If that were true, why wouldn't
he jump at the chance
to blame Lola?

Maybe the guy really is trying
to turn his life around.

- A stubborn
alpha male seeking

a second act.
Why am I getting a déja vu?

- It's the ex-con in you,
Everett. You can relate.
- Okay! Fine.

Let's assume he didn't break in.
Where does that leave us?

- With a client who says
he was framed,

and a jilted ex-lover
who maintains her innocence.

- Two suspects.
- And one of them's lying.

- It's Riley. He's the one
who's lying.

- So you were upset
that he broke up with you.
- That's what he told you?

Lou Lou! Sorry!

She's always getting
into something.

No, no.
It was me that broke it off.

- And you're not holding
your grudge?
- No.

- Why should we believe you?
You've already lied to us once.

- There's a difference between
covering for a friend and
planning some frame job.

- Riley said he got a FlashYak
message from you

just before two PM. Do you mind
telling us where you were?
- Right next door,

in Aiden's bar, with earplugs,
drinking Negronis.

There are six witnesses
who can confirm that.

And my cell never left my purse.
- Riley also said

the back door was unlocked.
- Like I said, he's a liar.

I checked that door three times
before I left,

that's how worried I was about
these bikers.

- What time was that?
- 9 AM.

I came to put the notice in the
door about shutting down
for the day.

- And there was no sign
of a break-in.

- No. I polished the display
cases, checked all the
windows and the doors.

Then I turned on the alarm,
locked the door, and
went to the pub.

- Why would Riley try
to rob you?

- Maybe he needed the money.
- I doubt that.

He left a high-paying job
to follow his dream.

- He loves to spin it that way,
doesn't he?

- What's your theory?
- You want to know the truth

about why Riley quit law?
Ask him about his last client.

- Riley's last client
was Kirby Dunham,

charged with first degree murder

for pushing his wife off
a penthouse balcony.

Dunham claimed she fell,
but Riley didn't present

a very good case. Some even say
he tanked it on purpose.

- Why would he do that?
- Not sure.

But I did find a chatroom rumour
that says Riley found

some old assault charges against
Kirby and slipped them
to the judge.

- Ouch. That would sour
attorney-client relations.

- Maybe Kirby wanted Riley to
feel what it's like to be
wrongly accused.

- But Kirby had an alibi.

It's hard to do
a frame-job from jail.

- So we're nowhere.
- Not quite. I also found this.

- "...The trial was interrupted
by Mr. Dunham's brother,

Zane, so incensed by the verdict
that he threatened Mr. Dunham's
lawyer."

- You think this Zane guy wants
to avenge his brother?

- Only one way to find out.

How are we gonna play this?

- We're just gonna shake his
tree and see what falls out.

- I love it when you talk P.I.

- Skull door knocker.
Nice touch.

- Tiny?
- Or should we say Zane Dunham?

- I was furious when my brother
got convicted.

I stopped thinking straight.

- There's a rumour that Riley
tanked your brother's case
on purpose.

- If that was my flesh
and blood, I'd be out
for revenge.

- Wait, you think I framed Riley
for robbery? No.

- Mind telling us where you were
during the rally?
- On my bike

riding the circuit
with everyone else.

- Still, I think Riley would be
interested to know who you
really are.

- He knows. I told him.

Look. I admit,
I paid him

a visit when the verdict came
down. And things could have gone

a certain way. But they didn't.

Not after he showed me
the evidence against Kirby.

- What evidence?

- I believed Kirby told me
Emma's death was an accident,

just like I believed him when he
told me he never laid
a hand on her.

Then Riley showed me
the pictures.

Bruises all over her body.

All these years
and I didn't know.

I knew then Kirby really did
push her off that balcony.

- What happened after that?

- Riley and I started to talk.

He told me about the guilt,

how all those years of helping
abusive men took its toll.

Then he told me his idea
for the motorcycle rally

to raise money
for the women's shelter.

- He said it was just a PR move.

- Of course he'd say that.
He's a guy. We burry our guilt.

- We gotta ask: Where were you
Saturday morning?

- In Montreal, with my nephew.

We made it back in time
for the town hall.

I can show you the train ticket.

I didn't do this,
okay?

But I know one thing for sure:
neither did Riley.

(keys jingling)

- Hey, Matt!
- Hey, dad!

- Woah! Tough day, uh?

- You don't wanna know.

- Nothing a little borscht
couldn't cure.

- Borscht?
- Yeah!

I used to make this for your
mother when she was pregnant
with you.

She ate it
by the bucketful.

There you go.
Try that.

- Wow! It's actually
really good!

You should put this on the menu.
- Yeah, about that.

What would you say
if I told you

that we were thinking
of selling the diner?

- I thought you loved
that place.

- I do, but Shona needs
to be with her family.

I can buy cheap in Trinidad
and take up surfing!

- Surfing?
- Yeah!

- You barely know how to couch
surf! And what about Jules?

She'll be back
from Europe next week.

- I can fly back and forth.
And she's gonna be

in university soon, you're not
gonna need me around
here forever.

- Are you sure about this, dad?
The Red Bird has never
been so busy

And I've never
seen you so happy.

- Yeah, well,
I am enjoying it.

But Shona needs
her family.

- She's not the only one.

It's hard to get a good borscht
hookup in the city.

- Yeah.

- Trinidad?
- It threw me for a loop.

I didn't think
he'd move so quickly.

- I'm with you there.
But, like my Dad used to say:

"Life is about finding
your place."

- I just always assumed dad's
place was with his family.

Talk about a 180.

What?
- Speaking of 180s,

we were wondering why Riley
suddenly quit law.

- We know why. Kirby Dunham.

- But doesn't it seem odd that
he would re-invent himself
over one case?

- Thanks for posting bail.
- Don't worry. We'll add it

to the bill.
- What's going on?

You got something on the case?
- Uh, yes and no.

We were wondering why you really
sabotaged the Kirby Dunham case.

- You defended him before,
didn't you?

- I tried to get past it,

you know, continue my job,

but I got him acquitted.

Me.

I'm the reason he was
still around to kill his wife.

So, when he hired me
the second time around...

- You tanked the case.
- I quit my job, burned my
suit, and never looked back.

- So the women's
shelter thing...

it's not about
"ticking the right boxes."

It's about redemption.

- I guess it didn't work.

(Matt sighing)

- Look, we know
you didn't do this, but...

we need something to go on.

-

- Apparently, they're still
missing a diamond brooch.

They've searched Lola's place
three times. I mean...

- They think
you stashed it somewhere.

- 10 bucks says
it's still in that satchel.

- So, we got our hands
on Lola's insurance claim.

5K for the glass display case,
which checks out,

but there is the matter
of the missing piece of jewelry.

- The brooch, we heard.
How much?

- Appraised value: 95K.
And before you say anything,

it's not in the satchel.
My boys searched it

with a fine-tooth comb.
It is not in there.

- You mean this satchel?
- OK. Can you not, Shade?

How many times I gotta tell you
not to touch the evidence?

Give me the bag!
- Whoa...

- What does that look like?
- Looks like we just
found our lead.

- Perfect match.

- So, you're saying
the person who stole my satchel

also tagged my wall? Why?

- To disguise
their true intentions.

- What do you mean?
- We've been looking at this

all backwards. That morning you
came in here, you heard a noise

coming from your workbench.
You went over to investigate,

you got knocked out.
- Right. So?

- So you didn't
see the graffiti.
It would've been behind you.

- So, you're saying
it wasn't there.

- Not yet. The suspect added it
after the fact.

- Whoever broke in here
broke in here

for another reason:
to steal your satchel.

- But when you caught them, they
panicked and had to improvise.

- Let me guess: there was a can

of that colour green spray paint
somewhere in the workshop?

- You know what, I...
Yeah, I was doing a touch-up job

here last week. It was right
there on the shelf.

- After you were knocked out,
the suspect used the bad blood

between you and the community
to cover their tracks.

- So, this was never
about the rally.

This was all about framing me.

- Which means
if we find the vandal,

we find the real jewel thief.

¶¶¶

- (Angie): Sorry to bother you.
We have a few more questions.

- We believe there's a link
between the robbery

of your store
and the assault on Riley.

- Can you think of anyone
who had a vendetta

against both of you?
- Vendetta? No. This is

a tight-knit community.
We take care of each other.

- Yeah, unless someone
doesn't fit in...

(purring)
- What is it?

- When you leave your store,
how do you deal with Lou Lou?

- With some clumping kitty
litter and a bowl full
of kibbles?

- No, I mean your alarm.

You said you set it
at nine in the morning

the day of the rally.
How come Lou Lou didn't trip it?

- If it's during the day, I just
bypass the motion sensors.

- Which means anyone would be
free to walk around inside

the shop, as long as
they don't come through
the windows or doors.

- That is generally
how perimeter alarms work, yes.

- It's drywall dust.
- What does it mean?

- It means we're gonna

need to know more
about your relationship

with your next-door neighbour,
Mr. Aiden O'Connor.

(indistinct conversations)

- Hey! Shadow, my man!
You're back.

- Two Negronis,
I hear they're good in here.

- Wouldn't have pegged you
for a Negroni guy.

- Oh, Lola suggested them.

- Lola does love her Negronis.

- You two, uh... spent a little
time together, didn't you?

- We may have dated a few times.

- "May have dated"? We heard you
tried to convince her to sell

her shop and move to Maui
with you, to finance that bar

you wanted to open.
- Except she was
into another dude.

- What can I say? Her loss.

- You got that right.
95K to be exact.

That's the value the brooch

that went missing after
the robbery. Would make

a nice down payment
on that tiki bar of yours.

- Your drinks.

(sighing)

- Ooh!
- Wow.

- That packs a wallop.
I'd be pretty tipsy

after six of those.
- That's the exact number

Lola drank the day
of the motorcycle rally.

- Yeah. You know,
a girl gets that drunk,

she's likely to lose track
of her purse,

which would be a perfect
opportunity to swipe her phone

when she wasn't looking
and send a FlashYak message.

- Are you finished?

- Oh, no. We're just
getting started.

- Hey, hey. Whoa! Wait!

You can't go back there!

WHOA!

Hey, hey! Whoa! Hey!

Hey! This office is private.
- Sure is.

Perfect place to do
a drywall reno.

- I haven't been
doing any drywall.

- Well, that's funny...
because I found drywall dust

on Lola's cat, and on the floor

around a large shelf in the
jewellery store right next door.

Probably right behind

this poster...

- Here's Johnny!

Yeah, that would've
been a lot cooler

if I had the axe.

- It's a pretty
clever plan, actually.

Using the noise of the engines
from the rally

to hide the sound of you
breaking through the wall.

- Knocking out Riley
and tagging the wall to confuse

the cops was a nice touch.
- And props for your speed, bro.

The way you broke in,
smashed the display case,

and laid the booby trap.

- In what, three minutes? Plus,
you still had time to wiggle

the shelf back into place...
- Then all you had to do was get

Lola drunk enough to swipe
her phone and lure Riley.

- Not only do you get back
at the guy who took your girl,

but you also get to make off
with this.

(sighing)

- Uh, hey, can you guys
help me out of here?

Matt? Angie? Angie!

(scoffing)

- Nobody messes with
our neighbourhood.

- Alright. Make way, please!
- Mr. O'Connor,

you're under arrest.
(grunting)

¶¶¶

(streetcar bell dinging)

(50s music playing)

- Only one soup tonight, Dad?
- Yeah, but it's a good one.

Oyster chowder. I'm working on

the do-one-thing
-but-do-it-right principle

for the next phase
of The Red Bird.

- Next phase? I thought you were
selling this place.

- Yeah. I thought about
what you said, son.

Shona and I talked about it,

and... she realizes

that this is where I need to be.

- So, does that mean
she's staying?

- She caught the red-eye
to Trinidad last night.

- Hold on. You said she needed
to sell this place

to have money for Trinidad.
- She did sell it.

- You bought the diner outright?

- Yeah. It's...
it's the right decision

for both of us.
It gives us both more choice.

- Well, what does that mean
for your relationship?

- Well, it...

It means that relationships...
are hard.

¶¶¶

(indistinct speaking over radio)
- Thank you, officer.

(phone ringing)

Detective Mazhari?

We need to talk.

- Talk. Yes.
- Are you familiar

with case number 867-5309?

- No. Sounds catchy though.

- It's just that you're
the senior officer

in the bullpen...
and according to my reports

the first person to log in

this case was
Officer Danica Powers.

- Well, you know, I'm trying to
sort of take a different tactic

with her mentorship,
sort of have her come to where

we're eq... started from--
- I'm not really talking
about the mentorship.

All I need to know is did she

bring this case to you,
or did you find it?

- It was a team effort.

- OK. I was hoping
you'd say that.

- Yeah?
- This is fantastic work,

Mazhari. You and Officer Powers
solved a robbery

and assault together. And I know

chemistry when I see it... which
is why I pulled some strings,

and I extended Ms. Powers'

detective internship
for three months.

I want you to take her under
your wing. She is not to leave

your sight for the duration.
Understood? OK.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- This is the start of something

very special.
- Special. Yeah. Exactly.

- No, thank you.
- Oh, thank you!

- No, no. It's fine.
- No, thank you. Thank you. I...

- Oh! Detective Mazhari,
check this out.

(soft piano music)

- Hmm. Paid in full.

You always had that
going for you.

- If nothing else.
- You know, maybe they'd

embrace you more in Unionville
if you opened up a little.

- Yeah, well...
That's easier said than done.

- True.

But that guy you hide inside?

He's a lot more interesting.
- Tell me the truth.

Back in my lawyer days,

was I ever a jackass to you?

- No.
(scoffing)

You're a good liar...

...like your father.

I miss that old bugger.

- Yeah, me too.

He was a good P.I.
- Mm-hmm.

And you're an even better one.

If he were still around,

he'd be proud.

(sighing)
Thank you.

(acoustic music)

- ¶¶ If I told you
everything I've seen ¶

¶ You would not believe ¶

¶ Can't settle down
in tiny boxes ¶

¶ I'd rather breathe
the open sea ¶

¶ I'd rather breathe
the open sea ¶

¶ Put 100 000 miles on wheels ¶

¶ And strangers became friends ¶

¶ I shook hands
with the best of them ¶

¶ And traded stories ¶

¶ I knew I'd forgive ¶

- OK, Here I am.
- You look great.

- I have a motorcycle. I get it.

- It's perfect.
- Stop.

- Come on, Bryce. Get in there.
Don't be shy.

- OK, you got us on screen. Hi.
- Hi.

- ¶ To feel our dream ¶

(chuckling)
- Come back for some soup.

Hey!
- Glad you're here, Dad.

- Thanks, son.
So, where's your work wife?

We're gonna run out
before she gets here.

- Yeah, she came by earlier
and filled up a thermos.

There was... something
she needed to take care of.

- ¶ We don't know
where we're going ¶

¶ That don't stop you and me ¶

¶ And the big sky hovers over ¶

¶ Taunting me and you ¶

¶ Take those fears
we had as kids ¶

¶ And throw them
towards the moon ¶

(engine rumbling)

¶ 'til they're out of you ¶

¶ And no,
the sky ain't big enough ¶

¶ To fill our dreams ¶

¶ No the sky ain't big enough ¶

¶ To fill our dreams ¶

¶¶¶

¶ And we don't know
where we're going ¶

¶ That don't stop you and me ¶

¶ Come on ¶¶

¶¶¶

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