All language subtitles for Private Eyes s03e10_English

- I'm back in Toronto, back
in the six, chillin' through the
city, chillin' with the clique ¶

¶ I roll around town
in my Monte Carlo ¶

¶ In the backwater
George Chuvalo ¶

¶ I believe he's coming through
Strikes like lightning ¶¶

- Matt Shade!

It is you.
(song ends)

Stefani Tadson, huge fan,
reporter for Flashback.

- Uh, yeah, sure,
the sports lifestyle show.

- Yeah, where are they now?
They being you.

And where are you? Clearly still
in hella great shape.

- Yeah, thanks.
(Stefani laughing)

- I swear I was just putting
together a reel the other day,

and there's you playing against
Sacramento in the quarterfinals.

You got your own rebound
off the goalpost

to score the game winner.
It was legendary!

- Yeah. Well,
you know your stuff.

- I don't want to ambush,
but I'd love to do

a piece on you. You know what?
Don't say anything now,

just take my card.
Call me later.

- I will.
¶¶¶

(cell phone ringing)

Hey.

- Hello, it's Angela. Angie.
- [Uh, yeah,]

I think we've met. Matthew.
Some people call me Matt.

- I haven't had coffee yet.

- [Oh, I'll bring you one.
I'm coming in.]

What's up?
- [Danica called. Might have]

a case for us. Supposed to meet
her at the St. Lucius Hospital.

- OK. I'll pick you up.
- Cool! Yeah, cool!

Coolio!
(beep)

- I am about
to blow your mind.

Jujubes? Not just candy,

my fruit guy told me - and yes,
before we continue,

I do have a fruit guy...
¶¶¶

Something's off.
I can sense it.

- Hmmm... allergies?

- No. It's you and Shade.

Did you guys
have a fight?

Was staying at his place
the worst? Oh. My. God.

Did you accidentally
see each other naked?

- What? No. Everything's fine,
we are fine,

and there's a very important
case on the docket that requires
all of your attention.

- Got it. What's the case?
- I have no idea.

- So earlier this morning,
two patrol cops found

this guy in a park.
No I.D., no phone, no shoes.

- Someone had a rough night.
- Or a really good one.

- Anyway, we have no idea
who he is, and neither does he.

- Amnesia?
- It looks like that.

Also, his fingerprints
aren't in the system.

- Um, we should talk
about the other night.

- Oh! Yeah, uh...
Thank God for Don, right?

Pretty much saved us
from making the worst decision

of our lives. Am I right?

- Sure.

- Sir, no, no. You can't.
You can't get up.

¶¶¶

- Mark?

- Who's Mark?
- He's been mentioning

that name a few times. This is

Angie Everett
and Matt Shade.

Do you recognize either of them?
- Only as humans.

(Angie giggling)

- It's funny.
- Have you two

ever seen this man before?
- No.

- Never? Are you sure?
- We're sure we've
never seen him, why?

- According to this,
he knows you.

¶¶¶

- ¶¶ 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 ¶¶

- Every body tells a story.
X-Ray show that,

over the years, you've broken
nearly every bone in your body.

- Maybe he was a boxer.

Were you. A. Boxer?
- He lost

his memory, not his hearing.
- But that was kind of adorable.

- Over the past 24 hours,
he's suffered some bruising

to his back and to his hips,
but it was head trauma that

caused the retrograde amnesia.
- Do you know when he'll get

his memory back?
- Great question.

- Unfortunately, no way of
knowing when or to what extent.

We'll do an MRI,
but if there's no brain damage,

he'll be released in a day
or two. I'll check in later.

(indistinct intercom message)

- That's Texas.
Is that where you're from?

- You got me.
- So, this is his casefile

and the only other piece
of evidence found on his person.

- (Angie): What is that,
a paperclip bracelet?

- He was found here.
So, if you could

figure out who this man is
and report back to me...

- You're hiring us?
- No. I...

You're doing this
out of the goodness

of your hearts, pro bono.
(Cassie and Matt laughing)

- Pro-no-no. See?
We don't do free.

- Oh, me neither.

But in the last two months,
I have for license plates,

I have for traffic footage,

on addition to taking on
Maz's entire workload

and a whole string
of thefts of my own

that I am not even close
to solving,

so pay up.

- We'll take it.
- Thank you.

Good luck.

- Hey, we're gonna need
to call you something.

What about Tex?

- I like it.
- Cool. Say cheese.

(click)

- Did you really need
a souvenir?

- What? I'm sending it to Zoe,
so she can put it

in the missing persons database,
and maybe we'll get a match.

- That is a good idea.
- Why do you think

Tex had our card on him?
- Maybe he wanted to hire us.

- Which means
he could be in danger.

- Or was just trying to find out
if his wife was cheating on him.

- Wife? No.
I didn't see a ring.

Plus, he's got a sort of
single vibe, don't you think?

- Green Gully Park,
this is the place.

- Did you find anything yet?

- Nada. You?
- No.

Are you sure
we've got the right spot?

- I know how to read a map.

(whimsical music)

It's over there.

- Wait. Shade, check it out.

- Paperclips?

- Yep, and there's more.

- Huh?
(cracking and rustling)

- Mystery man 10 o'clock.
- Check out his shoes,

they're brand new.
- (Angie): Shall we?

- Thieves! I saw you
take my keys!

- We're not here
to steal anything.

- We just have some questions.
- Sister, you're one of us.

Are you from the future
or the past?

- Uh... the future.
And I brought a friend.

- Excellent!
Step into my office.

Now, tell me what you seek.

- We're looking for this guy.
- Ah, the broken man.

He tumbled down the hill.
Perhaps out of a portal.

He had no key,
so I traded.

- The paperclips
for his shoes?

- A fair trade.
- He came from up there?

¶¶¶
- Beware,

the buzzers and honkers
will spit you out.

Here.

Take this.

Key to the portals,
so you can return to the future

and the life you choose.
- Here you go.

- No, no, I couldn't.
- Fair trade for your help.

- Thank you, future man.

- Buzzers and honkers,
they'll spit you out?

They'll spit you out.
- And here I thought

your poetry-slam days
were behind you.

- There's no crosswalks,
no sidewalks.

I mean, what was
Tex even doing here?

- Yeah. Ah, skid marks.

- And a traffic camera.
Call Danica, see

if she can pull up the footage.
- Alright.

¶¶¶
(cell phone ringing)

Matt Shade.
- [Matt, it's Stef.]

- Oh, that was quick.

- So was your message.
Man of few words.

- I like to get to the point.

- Care to prove that tonight?
- [Tonight?]

- Yeah, we typically do
a couple of pre-interviews

before we start putting
the show together. Are you game?

Dinner's on me.
- [Hey! See]

if she can get footage
of the traffic coming

from both directions.
- Yeah. Tonight would be great.

- No, tonight's terrible,
we need this stuff now!

- I'm interrupting.
- Yeah, I'm kind of
in the middle of something.

Why don't you send me a text,
we'll work it out, OK?

- OK. See you later. Ciao.

- Well, are we getting
the footage or not?

- Uh... that wasn't Danica.

- Oh.
- It was a reporter.

She's interviewing me
for Flashback, the TV show.

- You know, you don't have
to lie, it's OK if you're
going on a date.

- No, it's not a date.
Fans wanna know

where I've been all these years,
where I'm going.

- You're going somewhere?
- Where I am,

what I'm doing now.
- OK.

I'm gonna go visit Tex,
and I'm gonna talk him
through what we found.

You go to the cop shop and see
if Danica can dig up footage.

- Alright. I'll give you a ride.
- No. Don't worry about it.

It's out of your way.
I'll take a cab.

(indistinct chatter)

- (Matt): There he is.

What are you waiting for?

- Angie? Isn't...

Don't you two always
roll together?

Isn't she like the Batman
to your Robin?

Or the Tegan
to your Sara?

Or the Virtue to your Moir?

- OK, first of all,
I'm Batman, OK? Me.

Secondly, we're not
joined at the hip.

- OK.

Oh, my God!
- Wow!

Well, that explains
the injuries.

¶¶¶

There's a special place in Hell
for people who hit and run.

- OK, I got a clear shot
at the license plate.

- Mm-hmm.
(tapping on keyboard)

- I'm gonna run it.
- I'm gonna text the photo

of that woman to Angie,
see if Tex recognizes her.

- I was being chased.

(sighing)
I wonder if I know her.

- If you do, I would

consider making new friends.

What's this?

"5 of diamonds,
54, song bowl."

- I've been writing down
anything that pops into my head.

It's mostly gibberish.
- Hmm!

"Brown-eyed girl,"
someone you know?
- Maybe that's you.

(chuckling)
- At least we know
you're a flirt.

(cell phone ringing)
Oh! Hey.

Oh. Yeah, sure, I'm on my way.
(murmuring): Talk to you later.

- Yeah.

- (sobbing): You won't tell
my parents, will you?

They'll kill me if they know
I borrowed their car

to pick up Trish.
But she's so dramatic.

Like, if we didn't get in
on the university's

scavenger hunt,
we'd be ruined, right?

- I have a whole new
appreciation

for Jules right now.
- The emotions just keep coming.

- I'm super freaking out.

- Well, you did hit
someone with your car.

- Am I going to jail?!

- Could you just tell us
what happened?

(young woman whimpering)

- Yeah. I want to preface this
by saying

I was for sure
going the speed limit, OK?

- OK. Super OK.

- So I'm driving,

and something just runs out
in front of me.

And I think it's a deer or
something. It's so fast, right?

So I get out of the car,
and I see that it's this guy.

And he's tough and scowly.

But also super cute,
which is confusing, right?

But then I see it,
and I'm like,

"Nope." So I get

in my car and drive off.

- "See it"?
What did you see?

- The gun!

- This is silly. We don't even
know if Tex had a gun.

- Driver of the car
was pretty clear.

- A hysterical 20-year-old
who just got in a hit and run

isn't exactly
a reliable witness.

- If the gun is here, we can
run it through ballistics,

see if it's been used
in any crimes,

maybe find out who Tex is.
- Why crimes?

- That's what criminals do.
- You think Tex is a criminal?

- Ooh, if the gun fits...
- He could be a cop.

- His prints would be on file.
- Yeah, the same place they'd be
if he was a criminal.

He said he was being chased.
- Maybe because he was doing
something illegal.

- Like what?
- I don't know. Robbing,

stealing, stalking.
- OK, fine,

so let's say
he might be a criminal.

- That is what I've been saying.
- Why are you getting so mad?

- I'm not getting mad.
(cell phone ringing)

(beep)
- Hey, Zoe. What do you got?

- I don't want to call myself
a genius, but I was staring

at Tex's list of words,
and I started thinking,

"What the heck-a-doodle
is the five of diamonds?"

So I started digging,
and I found a bar

called the Five of Diamonds.

- Well, a lot of thought
went into that one, huh?

- How do we know that the words
Tex wrote refers to a bar?

- [I cross-referenced
Tex's image]

with the Five of Diamonds,
and I got a hit on the
bar's Ameechee page.

Sent you the address.
- Angie: [Thanks, Zoe.]

(beep)
- (cop): Got it.

- You were saying?
- Let's go.

¶¶¶

(pool ball hitting other balls)
(indistinct chatter)

Ooh, I like this place.
(blues music playing)

- Hey, can I get
you something?

- We're looking for
some answers. You know this guy?

(sighing)
- Who's asking?

- You're looking at him.

- Who's he to you?
- Let's just say we're friends.

- No. Never seen him.
- Can we speak to the manager?

- You just did, honey.

And if you want to talk
to the owner, same guy.

- Alright. do you mind
if we show this picture
to some customers?

- Look, people come here

to drink and relax,

not to be hassled
by two strangers

nosing their way in,
starting to ask questions.

- Guess that's a no.

He definitely knows Tex.

- He's probably
calling him right now.

- On the phone
we don't have.

Probably a burner anyway.
- How do you figure?

- Seedy bar,
defensive bartender,

not to mention gun.
- You're being biased.

In my opinion,
we do not have all the facts.

- Maybe our bartender
will make a move.

¶¶¶
- Maybe sooner than we thought.

- What does your unbiased
opinion say about that?

- Hey, it's Colin. Are you in?

¶¶¶

(sighing)

(elevator ding)

- OK, rationale
for breaking in, go.

- We've been hired
to find out who Tex is,

and this might be
his apartment.

- We know there's no one inside.
- You know how to pick a lock.

¶¶¶

Well, it's a little sparse
for my taste.

- You think?

"Two people came by looking
for you. I got descriptions."

Definitely Tex's apartment.

¶¶¶

- OK... Guess he's looking
for someone.

Got a file here
for "Green."

Empty.
- Oh!

I've got brass knuckles,
fake badges.

- Both of which scream
upstanding citizen.

- OK, you win.
- Hey, maybe

he's someone good who got
caught up in something bad.

- You don't need to make me
feel better about him.

- I don't think I could. Saw
the way you looked at the guy.

Potted plant.
- So?

- You see any other decorating
touches around this place?

- I'll check
the last number he dialed.

- (automated voice): Last number
dialed, 416-555-0184.

(phone ringing)
- Hey, boss. How's Sexy Texy?

- What did I say
about nicknames?
- My talents are wasted on you.

- Can you do a reverse lookup?
416-555-0184.

- OK. Hold on a sec.

- Hey, are you ready for this?

Think I found a name
for our friend Tex.

Anthony Brown.
- Really?

Never took him for a Tony.
- No, you don't like that?

How about
Carter Smith?

Lars Andersen? Ooh,

Marty McDonner!

- What the... He's got
a half-dozen identities here.

- All top quality too,
professional.

- Just when you think you don't
know someone, you find out
you really don't know them.

Who is this guy?
- Spy?

Hitman? The real Jason Bourne?

- [Hey, the number
you gave me belongs to]

a Mark Green.
I'll text you his details.

- I'll call you back.

OK, first time we meet Tex,
he thinks you're a guy

named Mark and here we find
a file named Green.

- And knowing what we know
about Tex now, this Mark
could be anyone.

Partner? Rival?
- Or a target.

- I think we should call Danica.
- And say what?

- You got a better idea?
- Yeah.

Mark Green?
- Yes.

This is my wife Candice.

- Take a seat.
- OK.

What's this all about?
- We know what you tried to do.

We have proof.
- What are they talking about?

- I have no idea.
- We're talking about him.

- That's Ethan.

He's in the hospital.
Is he... is he OK?

- Is he a friend? Family?

- No. He's
our private investigator.

- Ethan Clarkson?
- Technically, it's

Texas Ethan Clarkson.
- Hey, you guessed my name.

- Well, you do
have a tattoo of Texas, it
wasn't that much of a stretch.

- You own
your own firm -

T.C. Investigative Solutions.

- And Mark hired you
to find a stolen sketch.

- An original
Egon Schiele.

Uh, uh... you have
the picture.

- Oh, geez, I'm such a clod!

Ah, thank you.
Just shove it in.

It was a wedding gift
from our families.

- (Mark): At last appraisal,

it was worth nearly $500,000.
- Wow!

So you called the police?

- They've had a few art thefts
recently. They said

something like this gets sold
on the black market right away.

- It's probably
gone forever.

- Maybe not.

Tex may have been onto
something. There's gotta be

a reason he was on Valley Road.
- "Valley Road"?

It's where
Intimate Intentions is.

- What's that?
- It's a retreat.

Candice and I have been
going there for a year

to, uh... recharge.

We haven't been
in about three months.

- Anyone there know
that you own that sketch?

- Doctor Lisa
is a collector.

- Doctor?
- Intimate Intentions is

a very special place.

It's been a lifesaver for us.

- (Angie): OK, I just texted
Danica about the sketch.

I figured it might have
something to do with the
string of thefts she mentioned.

- (Matt): Good call.
(birds singing)

¶¶¶

"Intimate Intentions," it's
a little on the nose, isn't it?

- It's a little
on something.

- Let's just make this quick.
- That's what he said.

¶¶¶

- (man): Welcome
to Intimate Intentions.

- (Angie): We'd like
to speak to Dr. Lisa.

- Oh, she's fully booked today.

Is there any other way I can
make your day more sex positive?

- Uhhh...
no, we're good.

- OK.
- How can you say that, Matthew?

When are you gonna start
being honest with yourself?

With me, for once?
(soft sobbing)

- I'm... sorry.
- Do you need a tissue?

- No! What we need is help!
We need a miracle!

We need Dr. Lisa!
(Angie hyperventilating)

I can't breathe.
- Let me see what I can do.

- Help me.
- Yeah, yeah.

- (Dr. Lisa): So this is
an emergency appointment,

so let's just jump right in.

How long have you two
been together?

- Two years.
- Three years.

- OK... And how's your sex life?

OK, we've struck a nerve.

You can talk freely.
What's this about?

Matthew, you first.

- Uh, uh, well... Uh...

what it's been about,

for a while,

is... whether or not

we should...

...get one of those.

- A sex swing?

- Uh-huh.
- They can be liberating,

but intimidating.

Let's talk about what it means
for you to have one.

- I, uh... I don't
really think

Mr. Inflexible over here
could handle it.

- Stretching could help.
- Oh no,

I'm talking about anything new.
Change is not his thing.

- Since when is change
not my thing?

- Don't you remember
"Meat-free Mondays" experiments?

Threw off his whole week.
- I know what I want,

and I go for it. You, one minute
you're into the swing;
next minute, not at all.

- Well, it takes me a while
to figure things out.

The swing's a big deal,
I wanna be sure about it.

- Let's try an exercise.

Thinking in context
of the swing,

why don't you tell each other
why you're afraid?

And use the phrase
"I am afraid"

to each other.
¶¶¶

(Angie clearing her throat)

- I am afraid

that if we... get
the swing,

then everything in our lives
will be about the swing.

There will be
all these expectations,

and the pressure
will be too much.

- Good. Now, Matthew,

tell Angela why you're nervous
about getting a swing.

- I am afraid

that I'll screw it up.

I've had swings before,

and I always seem
to break them.

- So you're assuming
that you'd break

the swing?
Holy arrogance!

- You won't even talk about
the swing. So where
does that leave me?

I'm not gonna wait around
to get a swing forever.

- I think we've gone off course.
- Could I get a glass

of water, please? I think
I just... I need a moment.

- Of course.
¶¶¶

- Angie--
- Just cover the door.

I'm gonna check
her schedule.

(Angie tapping on keyboard)
- I really think

we need to talk about this.
- I think we just did.

(sighing)

- It's a dead end anyway.
She was in Chicago the same
week the sketch was stolen.

- She's coming.
¶¶¶

- We're out of time,

but I think we should put
something in the books.

You both have
a lot more to talk about.

(reverberating ringing sound)

Shhh! Do you hear that?
- That ringing sound?

- No, it's a singing sound.
Song bowls,

it was on Tex's list.
(man talking indistinctly)

- Reaching forward,

letting those hips sink
into the ground.

(cell phone ringing)
- We are in the right place.

- (man): Letting in
that breath deep.

- Hello?

Yeah, sure, we got it.

OK. That was Danica.
Tex is being

released from the hospital;
we can pick him up.

- Uh... I can't,
I got that interview

with that Flashback reporter.
- Oh, right.

- I could cancel.
- Oh. No, no, no.

I can handle Tex. You go.
Be interviewed. Have fun.

(sighing)

¶¶¶

(indistinct song playing)
- (Stefani): This is cute.

- My dad owns it.
It's kind of my go-to.

- Let's start
with your new career.

What drew you to the PI life?

- OK. Well, it was

a young hockey prospect
that I'd scouted

who I was hoping
would get drafted.

His career was
being sabotaged.

- Oh!
- I was investigating it,
and that's when I met Angie.

- Everett. Owner
of the Everett Agency. OK.

Now, did you and Angie
hit it off immediately?

- No. Not at all.

In fact, she warned,

threatened, demanded
that I back off.

- So you pursued her then?
Professionally, I mean.

- Well, when I see
something I want, I go after it.

- OK. So you and Angie, what
makes you two such a great team?

- Uhhh...

we're honest with each other,

and she's smart, funny,
easy to be around.

- Like a match made in heaven.
- Haha! Yeah, you'd think,
wouldn't you?

- What do you mean?
- Nothing.

- Haha! You know, let's...
let's just go all the way back

to a young hockey player
barely out of his teens

first hitting the big leagues.
Day one, tell me about it.

(song One Love by Valk)
- OK, it says here

that you help
locate sculptures

ancient texts,
a Fabergé egg.

You specialize
in lost and stolen art,

which explains
all your fake identities.

Oh! Look, you also live
on the West Coast.

- "Seattle."
- I've heard it's beautiful.

- Do you kayak?
- No.

- 'Cause I do.
Once with whales.

This is working. Things are
starting to come back to me.

- I told you we'd find
stuff on the Web.

- You're a genius. More.
- Alright. Hmm...

Oh, wow!

You were a cop.

- I remember drugs...

Was I a dirty cop?
- No. No, no, no, no.

Undercover.
You were instrumental

in bringing down
a major drug ring.

And that's why your fingerprints
were never on file.

- I lived in Colombia.

Damn, this article
blew my cover,

it killed my whole career.
But it made Britney happy.

- Britney?
- My little sister.

- Oh!

- Hey, you know what?

I just remembered
something else.

I'm single.

- Huh?

Hmm... Refill?

- You know, this is not fair.
You know so much about me,

and I really know
nothing about you.

- Oh, I'm pretty basic.

- I doubt that.
¶¶¶

Let's see. Let's see

if I'm as good a detective
as the Internet says.

- OK. Shoot.

- Judging by the placement
of your father's

mementoes, says you two had

a pretty strong bond,

but the crumpled sticky on your
fridge reminding you to call Mom

speaks to...
a strained relationship.

Batch of melatonin on
the counter speaks to insomnia.

And the fact that you have
old Everett Agency letterhead

floating around,

that means you haven't had
a partner for very long.

- Aren't you just
a regular Cumberbatch.

- And you're also smart,
witty, a little clumsy.

- And you got that from...?
- Watching you.

Not in a creepy way.

- Ah...

- And now, I bet I can guess

what you do
when you can't sleep.

Research.

(female singer vocalizing)

- ¶ One love altogether ¶

¶¶¶

(door opening)

- Good morning!
- Hey!

Someone engine's
running this morning.

- Ask me how my night was.
- Pretend I just did.

- Fabulous!

- Hey, Shade.
- Hey.

- Angie, toothbrush?

- Uh, bottom left drawer.

- Got it.

- So, Tex spent
the night, huh?

- No. Yes, but not
like that.

We got caught up doing research.
- Is that what the kids

are calling it these days?
- Check it out.

Mark and Candice used to go
to Intimate Intentions, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Turns out they took yoga

from Mateo Navarro.
I think he's scamming them.

- Based on what?
- Before he was

a yoga instructor,
he was getting his Masters

in 20th century European art,
which of course includes...

- The stolen sketch
that Tex was hired to find.

Zoe just texted. Her and Tex
are on their way over
to his apartment.

- Hopefully, they find
some clues in there.

- You certainly look the part.
- I've done yoga before.

- Really?

- OK, fine. The mat's Zoe's.
I'll see you after class,

and be careful.

- Yeah. I'm just gonna
poke around Mateo's office.

Child's play. Uh, Angie...

Namaste.

- Knees bent

as we sweep the arms overhead.

Draw in the belly.

And sink into the hips.

Remember, our hips
are the centre

of our sexuality.

Oh yeah, you're very tight.
- Geez, buy a girl

a drink first.
- Better.

Do you feel that?
- It's vaguely familiar.

- Yeah. The hips
are opening, lubricating.

The name that comes
to mind is...?

- I'm gonna say Gavin. I don't
really know, it's been a while.

- Psoas. Our hip-flexors.

- Oh! Haha!

Of course.

¶¶¶

¶¶¶

(clicking)

- (Zoe): You realize
that a person's space is
a reflection of their mind?

- Yeah. We're
in trouble then.

- Well, first thing on my radar:
your phone.

- Which I don't keep
in my computer.

- No. But if you're smart,

and I suspect you are, tall,
good looking, funny, first born,

all scientifically
proven signs,

then you will have downloaded
an online tracker
for your phone.

- You're a little weird.
- Angie says the exact
same thing.

- If someone was one of a kind,
my grandmother would say

they were a "One."

Angie's a "One."
Matt Shade's a lucky man.

- Oh, Shade? No, no, no, no.
She and Shade are

just business partners.
- So she's single?

- Oh, embarrassingly so.

Yet don't tell her
I said that.

O.M.G.

- What?
- Your phone,

you're never gonna
guess where it is.

- You mean in this very office
where I'm standing right now?

- [I've linked your phone
to Tex's locator app, so]

I should be able to get you
there within a foot or two.

- [Alright, go for it.]
- Ready? Turn left.

Wait. Did you go
to your left or my left?

- My left.
- Yeah. OK, turn right.

- Alright, I'm standing
in front of a big cabinet.

- [OK, perfect.
Go to the right.]

Alright. Down.
Your down.

- Zoe, down is down.

Alright.

It's locked. Hold on a sec.

- (Angie): Oh, Mateo,
this is your office?

- Oh, crap!
- (Angie): Couldn't find it.

- You were a bad influence
in there.

- I am so sorry. Next time,
I will focus on my breathing

or these beautiful paintings.

- Sadly, they're only prints.
- Hmm... Well, you know,

there's nothing
like the real thing.

- That's so true.
Do you... own a real thing?

- Oh, my family has
a small collection

but they're mostly
just sketches.

- Oh, I always find the sketches
more interesting though.

The raw, sudden expression
of an artist,

it's... it's breathtaking.

- Exactly.

And between you and me,
it's much more affordable.

I mean we're talking hundreds
of thousands versus millions.

- I'm sorry,
what was your name again?

- Uh, Paloma.

- (Mateo): "Paloma." Pleasure.

- I heard you have
an indoor yoga studio;

I would love to see it.
- Sure. Anything for you.

By the way,

has anyone ever told you
you have beautiful form?

- No, actually.

Do tell.

- Alright, Zoe. All clear.

- Did you hear that guy
macking on Angie?

Didn't it just make you
wanna punch him in the Jimmy?

- Zoe, men don't punch
other men in the Jimmy!

Forget it. Look,

just give me a second.

Um!
(clicking)

Zoe, please tell me
you have Tex's passcode.

- Yeah. It's 0411,
his mother's birthday.

Isn't that just so sweet?
- Yeah, the sweetest.

Got you.

- Well, I think
we were right about Mateo.

He went full Casanova on me.

- He's not the only one.

I found Tex's phone,

and you'll never guess
who's on it.

- Candice Green?!

I wonder what
that yoga position's called.

[OK, so we think Mateo Navarro
is behind the art thefts.]

- OK. I'm running
his name now.

Walk me through what we know.
- [OK, uh,]

Candice and Mark go
to Intimate Intentions

for relation therapy, yoga,
blah blah blah.

- Mateo discovers
they have an original sketch

ripe for the picking.
- Mateo seduces Candice

who secretly keeps going
to Intimate Intentions

after Mark pulls out,
so to speak.

- Mateo steals the sketch.
- [Mark hires me.]

[I catch them in
a very compromising position.]

They catch me catch them,
and bam.

- Mateo chases Tex,
sees him

get hit, steals his phone.

- Now, Candice knows all this,
but she can't say anything

or she'd have to admit
to the affair.

- So we just need Mateo
to lead us to the artwork.

- Except--
- Except what?

- Mateo and Candice
are still sleeping together

after the sketch
is stolen. That's when

you took the photograph.
- So what?

- So if a Lothario like that
pulls a scam like this,

he'd be in the wind faster
than you can say

"next wealthy socialite."
They're still sleeping together.

- That means
Candice is in on it.

- Wow! You two are good.

- Is that Mateo's office?

- (Matt): Yeah.

- Candice had the same
orange key tag in her purse.

- But what would they
both need a key for?

- A storage locker. Number 54.

- [OK. There must be]

200 self-storage places
in the city.

There's no way I could get
a warrant for every single one.

- So we need Candice
or Mateo to help us

narrow that down.

- I'm beginning
to know that look.

- You almost have
your memory back.

- That's right, so?

- So Candice and Mateo
don't know that.

(rock music playing)
(people laughing)

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Thanks for meeting me.
- Of course.

How are you?
- I'm good. I'm working

on the memories,
but not having much luck yet.

- That's good. Well, I mean
that you're working on it.

And listen, don't even
think twice about the case.

Consider it closed.

Look, the Schiele sketch,
it's just a thing.

But we'll pay you
in full of course.

- Listen...

I think you're in grave danger.
- What?!

- A few foggy memories
keep coming back to me,

and I keep seeing this man
with curly dark hair.

I think he's dangerous.

And the number 54,
it keeps coming up.

Does any of this
mean anything to you?

- No. I'm sorry,
but I'll...

I'll keep
a look out.

Listen, I'm running late
for a meeting. I've gotta go.

You take care
of yourself.

(phone ringing)

- It worked.
- Great!

Candice is on the move.
We need to stick with Mateo.

- Let's hope we were right.
- You know, I've got a feeling

we're gonna have the Greens'
sketch in our hand by nightfall.

- A feeling?
- More of an observation. Look.

- Lady, start your engine.
(engine revving up)

(beeping)

¶¶¶

- (Mateo): We have
to sell it. Tonight.

- We can't. If we sell it
before the divorce

goes through,
Mark gets half the money.

- Half of your money, you mean.
- Oh, it'll all be ours

once we're free
to be together.

We talked about this.

- Why don't I fence it?
Put the money

in an overseas account?
- With your name on it?

- Oh, what, you don't trust me?

Oh, come on, baby, please.
(Mateo chuckling)

¶¶¶

- Let's go.

- Oh, hey.

You found your Schiele.
- You tricked me!

- Technically, you tried
to trick me first.

- Uh, Mateo!
- Sorry, Candi. Nothing proves

I was ever a part of this.
This isn't my first rodeo,

sweetheart.
- It's not ours either.

(tires screeching)

(sirens blaring)

- He seduced me!
He stole the sketch!

- Never trust a man who tells
you everything you want
to hear, Candi.

(indistinct police radio)
- Mateo Navarro?

- I didn't do anything wrong.
- Not under that name.

But under several others,
you're wanted

for international art theft.
- That's not true.

- Come with me,
we've got some art to discuss.

¶¶¶

- So that's what
all the fuss has been about,

huh? Beautiful woman.
- Isn't it always?

(cell phone ringing)

- Stefani!

- [Hey, where are you?]
- Hey. Yeah, I'm getting

out of here in a minute. No,
there's no need to reschedule.

- So, we should go celebrate.

- Oh, I, uh... think
Shade's busy.

- Good. He's not invited.

- That's terrible.
He's my partner.

- Well, maybe I'm not
the nice guy you think I am.

- Really?

- Wanna find out?
(Angie chuckling)

- Yeah, right away. Yeah.
- [Alright. See you tonight.]

Everything used to be
about goals, winning.

Now, it's about
winning for other people:

Jules, my dad, clients.

- Angie?
- Yeah.

¶¶¶
You OK?

- Oh yeah, I'm good.
Just too much AC.

(chuckling)

(song Better Days
by Old Sea Brigade)

You are so insanely
down to earth.

Thank you.
- I could throw in

a scandal or two if you think
it'd make a better episode.

- OK, I'm intrigued.
- There was that one time

in Albuquerque,
but that one goes to the grave.

(both laughing)
- ¶¶ 'Til the rhythm it ¶

¶ Breaks ¶

¶ Goodbye ¶

- Oh...

- Oh, I'm... I'm sorry,

I thought... Wow, that was
really professional.

- No, that's...
- No, I...

I get it, I get it.
But I am gonna go,

and I will call you soon.

About the show.
- ¶ Run me to the ground ¶

- ¶ Leave a better scene ¶
- I don't get it, Dad.

A beautiful woman leans in
to kiss me, and...

I didn't reciprocate.

- Yeah... real mystery
you got there.

- What's that
supposed to mean?

- You can be ridiculous
sometimes, you know that?

- I can be ridiculous
sometimes?

- Oh, come on!
I'm not an idiot.

I know what I walked in on
the other night

when I came back
from the soup competition.

- Didn't walk in on anything.
- Oh, really?

- Really!

Everything with Angie
is fine.

Everything with work
is fine.

It's better than fine,
it's great!

¶¶¶
- Whatever you say, son.

- ¶ Time stands still
for a while ¶

¶ Running empty ¶

¶ Running wild ¶

(men laughing)

(indistinct chatter)

¶ I've seen
better days before ¶

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

What are we drinking to?

- To the life we choose.

- To a life we choose.

¶¶¶
Mmm!

Hey, the other thing
in my list,

"Brown Eyed Girl,"
I remembered what it meant.

- Ooh, something case related?
- No, it was

just my favourite song.
- Oh! Hahaha!

- I remember hearing it for the
first time, and I couldn't
get it out of my head.

The first time I saw you,
I felt exactly the same way.

- ¶ Run me to the ground ¶
- Oh.

- ¶ Leave a better scene than ¶
- Wanna get out of here?

- Yeah.
- ¶ The one you found ¶

¶ I've seen better days,
you know ¶

¶ Take it slow,
take it slow, take it slow ¶

¶ Run me to the ground ¶

¶ Leave a better scene
than what you found ¶¶

¶¶¶

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