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You want proof your business partner's embezzling?

You offer to drop off the bank deposit next week.

There is no " if your husband is cheating on you."

Couch potato starts hitting the gym,

pouring on the Rogaine?

There's somebody new.

My money's on your neighbour.

Nobody that serious about mulching

asks for help in full Kardashian contouring.

The only way to get the truth out of a pathological liar

is to catch them off guard.

You need to confront your sister

at your nana's funeral.

RIP, Nana.

Right.

That's it for story time.

Next week, "Baby Beluga."

I'm sorry. Old habits.

I used to be a P.I.

So you've mentioned.

Of course her husband was cheating on her.

It was so obvious to Mommy.

Mommy keeps acting like a P.I.,

she's going to get us kicked out of another play group.

Declan's with me on this one, okay?

He knows.

- Mm-hmm. - Don't you, buddy?

You ready for some grub, my little flapjack?

I'm craving fish and chips.

Where are you thinking?

Mm, Barb's?

Fresh halibut, homemade tartar sauce? Come on.

You are a true West Coast local.

Yeah, only took two years.

And that's why I dedicated this book to my dad.

He's the one who taught me how to live by the code.

Very powerful.

Before we let you go,

can we expect a follow-up book?

Just as soon as I go pro in another sport.

I promise it won't be pickleball.

And we're out of time.

Last question

for the one and only Matt "The Shadow" Shade.

Uh, you?

I skipped computer science class

to hear you talking about P.I.ing.

Miss, I don't think it's appropriate to--

Please, I taught myself Haskell coding at eight.

This is all hockey.

Why did you write about

the least interesting part of your life?

I only did a little P.I.ing

because of someone I met a long time ago.

I'm focused on this new chapter in my life now.

We're home!

Mommy pushed it just a little, didn't she?

Probably shouldn't have stopped for coffee,

but someone's not sleeping through the night.

Here, give me your hand.

Do you hear your daddy in there?

Hey, babe!

Can you crank up that bottle warmer?

Daddy's on it.

Bottle coming in hot,

and by hot, I mean lukewarm and tested on my wrist.

Our hero.

Hi, buddy. Hey.

Will and I went for lunch.

Then we stopped by Fantastico.

You stopped for an Americano before naptime?

That's amateur hour, Everett.

Yours is in the stroller.

My hero.

Where did you find it? I looked everywhere.

It was on the changing table.

Apparently not everywhere.

Guess my ruse as a lonely widow looking for love ends today.

Did you have to go full femme fatale

and kill me in your fantasy?

I'm having a completely different fantasy right now.

- Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.

- Am I in it? - Mm-hmm.

Ooh, what am I doing?

Will, we told you to knock!

Family should never have to knock.

Well, you're only half family.

Genetic technicality.

Hey, I need your signature in these.

I got some buyers lined up.

You're selling autographed copies of my memoir?

Your tone suggests displeasure.

You are just the wedding gift that keeps on giving.

I owe Uncle Dave everything

for hooking you up on that ancestry site.

I mean, it led me to you.

You can't tell me you prefer an air fryer.

Air fryer, dust buster... dust.

You ever think about getting a real job?

I'm a legit jack of all trades.

Housesitting is not a trade.

You're the ones who are unemployed.

I just wrote a book.

And we're raising our son.

That baby's so good, he's raising himself.

You know what you two need?

Privacy from half family?

A deadbolt?

Date night.

We're not gonna get in anywhere without a reservation.

I mean, I could play the celebrity card.

Did that use to work?

The universe provides.

Hugh at The Empress just revamped their menu.

Maître d' owes me.

I rescued her

when her kayak capsized off Chatham Island.

Go. Leave the little flapjack with me.

Has been a while since we had someone cook for us.

True.

Go! Get changed.

Uncle Will's got this.

Hey, sign some of those copies on your way out?

Nope.

You leave me no choice but to forge!

Good evening.

Here for the private function for Mr. Moore,

or guests of the restaurant?

Restaurant. Matt Shade.

You must be Angie.

Wow, you look nothing like your brother.

I still wonder who he paid off

for those DNA results.

We've got a nice table for you.

Great.

That's Priya.

She owns that baby boutique that I love.

Maybe now is not the time to say hello.

Thanks.

You know,

I totally forgot to show you the cutest pic of Dex.

Aw, look at him.

He came this close to high-fiving me this morning.

No way.

We were right there--

Hold on.

Have we become those parents

that can only talk about their kid?

Oh, my god.

We have to do better.

Yeah. Care to make it interesting?

Of course.

No Dex talk until after dinner. Loser has to--

Night feed for a week.

Hmm, cute shoes. I love those.

Angie!

Priya!

How are you?

I'm so good!

It's our first night out since the baby.

Oh, nice.

I'm so full, but I'm still going to have dessert.

Yes. Wait, how is Dex, the cutest baby ever?

I know. Parents aren't supposed to agree,

but he's perfect.

Will's babysitting for us tonight.

He's so lucky you decided to stay here

after his rafting accident.

You know, I try not to let him forget that.

Hmm.

I know. Uh, "Coral Reef" is so not my colour,

but, uh, my boyfriend, Ben, bought it for me.

Yeah, uh, he, uh, he tried.

Listen, I saw you two together,

and I almost got pregnant just watching you.

He's actually taking me to Provence next month.

Lavender season. - Oh...

I really feel like he's the one.

I'm so happy for you.

Ooh, I wonder if Dex is still going to--

Ha! Ha ha!

You said Dex. You lost the bet.

No, the bet was no Dex talk until after dinner.

Dinner ends at dessert.

Please. You just can't stand to lose.

That's right.

Well, so much for date night.

♪ 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

♪ When it's watching for lies

♪ Private eyes

♪ They're watching you

♪ Private eyes

♪ Watching you, watching you

I was just talking to her.

Sorry, Angie.

Detective Violet Xiao, Major Crimes.

I'm investigating the murder of Ben Moore.

Can I get your names?

Uh, Matt Shade.

Angie Everett.

I know Priya. She didn't do this,

and if you're still interviewing guests--

Were you at the victim's surprise birthday party?

Uh, no, we were in the restaurant on a date.

We didn't know the vic.

The vic?

We used to be private investigators.

Ah.

I'll be in touch if I have any further questions.

You're free to go.

It doesn't make any sense.

She loved him.

It might have been a crime of passion.

She did have the murder weapon in her hand.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

I'll go find a valet. - Okay.

Hey, you can't--

I'm her attorney.

Angie!

You're in shock, okay?

I'm so sorry about Ben.

I didn't kill Ben.

Do you have any idea who would?

No, everyone loved him.

Sorry, I was just--

Interfering with my investigation.

Leave the premises, Ms. Everett.

Angie...

Just 'cause you shopped in her store,

she's incapable of murder?

No, because you don't commit to coral lipstick

only to turn around and kill the man who gave it to you.

Okay, you lost me there.

Before you came out west, when I was here alone,

helping Will after his accident, and pregnant,

I went into Priya's store,

and I had... a bit of a meltdown.

Over the prices? Oh, yeah, I saw the receipts.

No, I was just having a minute, okay?

And Priya, she saw a woman in need,

and she was there for me.

I cannot not help her.

Did she ask for your help?

With her eyes.

This is what we do!

No, honey, this is what we used to do.

We're parents now.

Have you forgotten all the close calls we had?

You got kidnapped from that train.

I got caught up in that armed robbery.

Oh, and you got shot.

All cases we solved in the end.

We don't even have a license anymore.

It could be my push present.

A gift from Tiffany's is a push present.

Homicide is not a push present.

How about just one lead?

I have the guest list from the surprise party.

What... you stole police evidence?

They can print another one.

Look, if we just work the list to see who hated Ben,

maybe we can take the heat off of Priya.

Come on...

just between story time and bottles?

I want this.

Is that really what this is about?

I missed so much of Jules's childhood.

I don't want to miss anything this time around.

You're a great dad.

Trying to be.

You said you saw Giraffey talking to Bobo,

but you were closest to the catering cart.

Did you take the steak knife?

Bobo? I didn't say "Bobo."

I said "hippo."

I think Mr. Bear needs to get his story straight.

Uh, Butterfly World in an hour?

Ah, can't wait.

Monarchs are magic.

A whole pot?

Did you accidentally brew decaf?

No, I've been up all night, working.

The victim, Ben Moore.

Bought a struggling whale watching operation

about five months ago, Orca Spirit Adventures.

Shade...

Oh, that's a good outfit.

They guarantee you see orcas or your next trip's free.

Ben's son, Zach, he works there.

Daughter Emma's a photographer.

They were both at the party last night, but get this.

Before whale watching, Ben lived a whole other life

as a high-powered real-estate mogul.

He co-owned the company Moore-Molina.

Oh, that guy!

They've got those high-end hotels all over the world.

Great hair, too, for a man his age.

Why would he leave all that to run a struggling business?

Exactly, and Ben left

the day after Moore-Molina won the bid

to build this new luxury hotel.

That's weird timing.

And then last week, the city denied their plan,

leaving Ben's ex-partner, Eduardo, with a dead deal.

If Ben knew the approval wasn't going through,

that could be motive.

And Molina was at the party last night.

This is your one lead, Everett.

Okay, go.

I will take Flapjack butterflying.

Look at us, right back in it.

It's just like riding a bike.

Hey, Siri,

how many bike-related injuries are there per year?

Hello, um, we are here to see Mr. Molina.

Do you have an appointment?

- Yes, 9:00 a.m. - 9:30.

And you are?

- We're colleagues. - I'm his sister.

- It's work-related. - It's a family emergency.

"Like riding a bike," she said.

I'd give us a four out of 10 back there.

So we're a little rusty.

What are we doing? This is nuts.

I know, okay, but we're so close to Molina.

He could be our guy.

CEO's office is likely on the top floor,

but we aren't riding that elevator

without an access card.

Maybe we don't need one.

No, Angie, we are not doing that!

Okay, we shouldn't have done this.

You're right.

I'm right about a lot of things.

Don't look down,

and don't close your eyes, either.

If we fall, will these helmets save us?

Do you want me to lie to you?

Oh, god.

I could have a monarch on my shoulder right now.

I could be with Dex. I could be with Will.

Time with Will? I'd take window washing.

Just try to distract yourself.

Think about the day that Dex was born.

36 hours of labour with no epidural.

Point taken.

That's Molina.

No, I want to hear some good news.

Yeah, I want to get this done today.

Right.

Yeah, well, those numbers sound better.

You're just leaving streaks.

Are you serious right now?

Guy's got a giant portrait of himself on the wall,

and athletes get a vanity rap.

Laptop's locked.

We don't have time to guess passwords.

He uses facial recognition, but we don't have that.

Maybe we do.

Okay, just back up a little, and then move left.

- I said left. - This is left.

Oh, okay.

Well, you're just...

you're lacking some depth.

You want me to recite you a poem?

No, I want you to stick your face in it.

Is it working?

How hard is it to follow simple instructions?

- He's coming. - Idiots!

- We've gotta hide. - Behind the painting.

What?

What the hell?

You punched him!

Have you lost it?

It was a reflex.

Also, did you hear the way he spoke to his assistant?

Let's use his face.

Oh!

We're in!

Thank you, hockey reflexes.

Let's get pictures of everything we can, fast.

Got it?

Yeah.

Yeah, next.

Next. - Got it.

Look.

The city approved Molina's revised plans,

which means the project's going ahead.

Maybe he's not our guy.

Hello.

Corporate restructuring plan,

AKA how to piss off your employees.

Siobhan Callaghan, the VP of sales,

was let go when Ben left.

Didn't we see an e-mail from her?

Yeah. Her name was on the guest list too.

Look what she wrote to Molina.

"Ben really screwed me, leaving me with this mess.

I could kill him."

Maybe she did.

Siobhan was head of international sales division

in London.

She hasn't been back here since she was let go.

If she wanted to kill Ben,

why do it at his surprise party?

Stabbing him in such a public place,

it doesn't feel premeditated.

Well, maybe it wasn't.

Maybe her plan was to confront him,

and things escalated.

Babe, did you set an alert for your book?

Yeah.

What's it say?

"Just what the world needs,

another vacuous, navel-gazing memoir

from a washed-up pretty boy hockey player

in a $200 T-shirt."

Ooh, ouch.

Someone from that writing class I talked to.

Rude.

It's not all bad.

They call you pretty.

How'd you know it was someone from the class?

It was the first time I wore that shirt.

It's got to be that wannabe P.I.

She's the only one that gave me a hard time.

It's just a troll. Let it go, okay?

We need to figure out

if Siobhan checked out of the hotel.

Okay, I'm thinking grab and go?

With all the cops there? No way.

Slip and slide.

Oh, that's a good one.

See? You do miss those days.

Let's just get what we need and get home to Dex.

Excuse me.

You have a lake of water in front of those elevators!

My wife almost wiped out!

Oh, no, uh... thank you for letting me know.

We need a mop-up and a hazard sign

outside the elevator, stat.

All right, she's in the Douglas suite.

Checked in Saturday morning for four nights.

Who sticks around after a murder?

The killer, if she wants to hide in plain sight.

She charged a bottle of champagne

to her room yesterday.

Today,

a personal training session.

She's probably still at the gym.

Hi, uh, we're looking to see the sights.

What do you recommend

that'll tickle everybody's fancy?

I'll leave you to it.

Um...

have you tried Butterfly World?

No, no, that sounds amazing.

Hey, didn't I see you at Ben's party last night?

Yeah, you, uh, you look familiar.

I was a plus-one.

Still can't believe it.

How did you know Ben?

I used to work with him.

Such a shock.

You didn't see what happened?

No, I was catching up with old colleagues.

I saw Ben leave the party,

and then I heard the screaming.

It was awful.

Take care.

Wait.

Uh, hey, could you spot me?

Uh...

Do you mind?

- Sure. - Great, thanks.

So, what a story, huh?

Walking away from your real-estate empire

for whale watching?

Why would he do that?

For his son.

Zach was going off the rails,

and Ben was afraid he was going to lose him.

This is a lot of weight.

Are you sure you--?

Yeah, I'm good, I'm good.

Anyway, I just I don't know any guys

that would give up everything for their kid like that.

He blamed himself

for not being there after their mom died.

All the money in the world

doesn't replace having a parent there.

Yeah, I guess.

Still,

must have been hard on the employees,

you know?

Big restructure after he left.

Well, it didn't help

going through a messy divorce at the time,

but I landed on my feet.

Uh, how many reps are you doing?

Oh, you know, just five more in this set.

Gotta shore up on that bone density.

How did you feel when you got the invite?

I was happy Emma reached out.

I hadn't spoken to anyone since I left,

but I just wish that Zach appreciated

everything that Ben gave up for him.

He didn't?

No, he resented having to work for a living.

Are you--?

I-I'm sorry, I-I really gotta go.

Are you sure you're okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm good, so good.

I'm just going to take a little rest.

Yeah?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Oh, gosh.

Oh, dear.

She didn't come right out and say it,

but I think Zach was a bored rich kid

with a drug problem.

Daddy turns off the tap,

makes him work for his money. He's mad.

- Shh! Whisper. - I am!

Low talking isn't whispering.

Would Zach really kill his father

over that, though?

Wouldn't be the first time

an entitled son killed his rich father.

Not everyone had the relationship you did

with your dad.

I wish my dad could have met Dex.

Me too.

So what are we gonna do?

We can't just walk up to Zach

and ask him if he killed his father.

Shh!

- You're right. - Thank you.

We have to follow him.

Angie, no.

Come on, we said one lead.

Now you want to tail the guy?

Fine.

Did I mention I love you?

I love you too.

Boink.

"Give the guy a break.

He's an ex-hockey player.

You can't expect a jock to be Tolstoy."

They're just piling on now.

Would you stop reading the comments?

Geez, sometimes I don't know who I married.

Oh, you know exactly who you married.

That's him.

All right, who feels like tailing a suspect?

I can't believe he's already back at work.

Where's he going?

I don't know.

I'm gonna get closer.

No, he'll make us.

We've got a baby in the back seat.

Nobody's making us.

- You know, I could just-- - No.

You could--

Neither of us is going in there alone.

Well, we can't leave Dex.

I haven't read all the parenting books,

but I'm pretty sure

breaking into warehouses with sketchy people

is not recommended in the first year.

Ang, maybe we're not ready to--

Give up?

He's gotta come out eventually.

Right.

We wait him out.

Right.

Ma!

Hey!

Crap! How long were we out?

Uh... 90 minutes.

Do you know what that means?

We lost him?

Dex connected his sleep cycles.

Hey, way to go, buddy.

Does that mean you're going to start

sleeping through the night for your old man?

However, Zach is gone, the boat is gone,

and he could be anywhere, land or sea.

But we did get the boat number,

and every commercial watercraft has GPS, right?

Yeah.

Maybe there's a way we can hack

into the Coast Authority's secured site, and--

Do you know how to do that?

No idea...

but I might know someone who can.

Back to hawk more books?

Actually, I'm here to see you.

Does the world really need

another pretentious young critic

in a thrift shop jacket?

I didn't write that bad review.

Also, this is an authentic replica of Johnny Ramone's,

which I paid 40 bucks

instead of the 1,500 they're going for new.

All right, if you didn't write it, who did?

You came all the way up here

to confront an online troll?

I thought you were out of the P.I.ing in business.

All right, I need your help.

Can you hack into Coast Authority Marine Traffic

and locate this boat?

- Rush job? - Yeah.

Hundred bucks.

You can e-transfer it. I just sent you my e-mail.

How do you have my number?

There.

Wait, is that a public website?

Tell you what,

I can track down your troll for an extra 50.

Raine Atebe.

Nice doing business with you.

Hey, we're on our way home with Dex now.

Good timing.

I am just perfecting

a new batch of hot sauce.

I call it Aliento Del Diablo.

Wait, you didn't use

my aji charapita pepper, did you?

Definitely not.

Hey, Will, do you know anyone with a boat?

What kind are we talking?

Catamaran, schooner,

dinghy, Zodiac,

Laser, fishing boat,

comfort cruiser, trawler,

kayak, jet ski, canoe?

How does your brother have a hookup for everything?

Will's just that guy.

He looks after someone's ball python,

and suddenly they're lifelong friends.

This is it.

These are the coordinates Raine sent us.

Hey, can you back up to that buoy?

What the--?

Oh.

I've heard of baiting crab traps with tuna,

but unless these crabs are into harder stuff...

Looks like Zach found a way to stretch his paycheque.

We have GPS proof that you used one of your boats

for some very non-whale activity this morning.

Baby cookies?

Whoa, whoa, that's not mine.

Your boat was the only one going to and from

the drop point. - Wasn't me. Come on.

I dropped my boat at the mechanic's

for a fuel line issue.

I'm not running drugs.

Can anyone vouch for you?

Only 30 tourists and a pod of orcas.

We heard you resented your father

for cutting off your allowance.

My dad was my hero.

He gave up his career to run this company with me.

When I was a kid,

he used to take me out on his boat, and...

He knew this would save me, and it did.

I owe him my life.

Then help us figure out who took his.

Cops already have her.

Whoo! Not so rusty after all.

Mommy and Dex just spoke with Ocean Affairs.

Ben filed a complaint against Amrit Basha

the day before he died.

Who is Amrit Basha?

He's the guy we saw Zach taking his boat to.

Amrit's facing a serious investigation.

Ocean Affairs just gave you all that?

Investigative reporter schtick.

It worked?

We had to buy them pizza.

Did they tell you if the investigation

is for drug smuggling?

No. Maybe if we sent caviar?

They just gave us Amrit's name.

So if Ben's the whistleblower

and started this investigation,

then Amrit has him to thank for his jail time.

But if he gets rid of his whistleblower,

case falls apart.

We need to talk to this Amrit guy.

Already ahead of you, Daddy.

Grab your navy blazer.

Will, would you mind--

Oh, not at all.

Hi!

Ooh! Baby.

I think they're going undercover.

♪ It takes two to make it

♪ Outta site

Are you impersonating government officials?

How would you like us to answer that?

A bit much, don't you think?

The minute I heard "private investigators,"

I knew you were going to be a royal pain.

On top of heading Major Crimes

and a working a high-profile murder case,

I looked into you both.

I'm contesting that parking ticket,

and that speeding ticket--

Oh, and that school zone violation?

Please, it was Saturday.

Your dad was a cop turned P.I.

You took over his business,

and then came out here two years ago

to care for your brother after his rafting accident.

Half brother.

Then you followed suit to Victoria.

Long distance doesn't really jive

with prenatal appointments.

And P.I.ing without a license

doesn't really jive for me.

This is an official warning.

Stay away from my case.

Good thing she didn't look in the trunk.

Don't know how we'd explain a diaper bag full of cocaine.

Do you hear the words

that are coming out of your mouth?

I do.

So you agree this is--

Maddening? Insane?

Yes, okay?

But Priya is still in custody.

That means that Xiao is not looking at anyone else.

Well, we can't go back and talk to Amrit now.

Maybe we don't have to,

if we can just prove he was at the hotel.

You can sit back

and watch the woman who loved your dad go to jail,

or you can help us catch the killer.

We used to be P.I.s.

We're really good at uncovering the truth.

And we have reason to believe

Amrit was using your dad's boats to smuggle drugs.

You think he might have killed my dad because of it?

That's what we're trying to find out.

Could you show us the pictures you took

the night of the surprise party?

These are all of them.

She made my dad really happy.

There's Siobhan with the cute shoes.

Saw them under the bathroom stall.

Oh, Siobhan goes way back with Dad.

She always used to make him buy us gifts

on his business trips.

I don't see Amrit in any of these photos.

Ah, see there? Wrinkles.

That's why you pay top dollar for organic cotton.

Are you still thinking about that bad review?

No.

There he is.

Amrit was at the party.

Amrit Basha,

we have proof you were at the hotel.

I taught you better than that.

This used to be so much easier.

We used to get eight hours of sleep. Go that way.

I'd give us a solid eight out of ten for this one.

and reported him to the authorities.

He's confessed to the smuggling

and is aiding in our investigation.

Oh, that's great.

But he didn't kill Ben.

Two valets saw him

in the parking lot talking on his phone

during the window of opportunity.

But he could have--

Cell phone records confirm

he was talking to his criminal associate

in the United States.

But Ben's killer is still out there,

because Priya is innocent.

New evidence has come to light which further implicates her.

What new evidence?

I won't be sharing details,

but thank you for bringing this to my attention.

Now, go home.

I hate not having an in.

What new evidence do you think Xiao has?

I don't know, but whatever they have,

if they've charged Priya,

that means they've got a strong case.

We need to get into Xiao's office.

Remember the Plan A from the hotel?

The grab and go?

I'm not pulling that stunt in the police station.

Wasn't thinking you would.

Xiao's on lunch.

If this goes sideways,

I'm doubling down on bad decision-making

due to lack of sleep.

Hey, Mama Smurf, Papa Smurf.

I brought everything you asked for.

Were you two this insanely reckless in Toronto?

Because I am loving this look.

Throw me the bag, I'll throw you the baby.

"Throw me the idol, I'll throw you the whip"?

You never seen "Raiders"?

Good luck.

Hello.

Here we go!

Officer?

Officer, help!

A man snatched my bag,

and my husband's out there trying to fight him off.

All right, I need you to punch me in the face.

I don't want to hurt you.

You're not gonna hurt me.

But you're my brother.

In law.

You do know how to punch, don't you?

I've been punched.

I have no doubt.

Here's the deal.

When the cops come out that door, you punch me,

and don't worry, I'll make it--

Ooh...

Oh, he's over there. Go get him.

Hey! Hey, you!

Not bad, kid.

Okay, uh, your name, please?

It's Carole...

Do you have a description?

Yeah, he was about 6'5",

really tall...

Everything I own is in that diaper bag.

It has my wallet, my keys, my cell phone.

- dark eyes, um, and he took off really fast.

Detective Xiao, you're back.

I work here.

Why are you back?

Why are you back?

I forgot my wallet.

Uh, wait, I-I dropped Giraffey.

He must have fallen out.

I don't think Giraffey is in my office.

No, it's definitely not in your office.

I think he might have fallen out here somewhere.

Would you mind helping me look?

I just really need to get my wallet.

Uh, Giraffey!

There you are.

Oh, you know what?

False alarm.

It's not actually Giraffey, it was just a gum wrapper.

You know, now that I think about it,

it might be in the car.

Thanks. See you.

Strange woman.

We did it. It worked!

Oh, that was intense. What a rush.

You were so stealth.

There's the man I married.

Wait a minute!

You, me, car--

this is how we ended up with Dex.

Right.

Daddy can't do two infants under one roof.

I got everything in Ben Moore's case file, look.

Wait a minute.

Priya became the beneficiary of Ben's life insurance policy

two months ago.

Priya gets a big payout.

Lost the cops in Beacon Hill Park.

Sorry about the punch.

Please, I've been punched by tougher men than you.

Dex is out like a light after our family crime spree.

All my instincts were screaming she didn't do it.

I guess I have lost my edge.

Hey, the one thing I never doubt

are your instincts.

You've got the best gut in the business.

Yeah, you're like Columbo and Angela Lansbury rolled into one,

but younger and with better clothes.

I think you two are biased.

Let's take a look at this.

Babe, we've been over the evidence

three times already.

Well, you know what they say.

Fourth time's the charm.

Don't you breathe between bites?

You're getting crumbs all over my keyboard.

Sorry.

Wait a minute.

You know who the killer is.

Remember in Emma's photo, Siobhan was wearing

those cute blue shoes, the ones I saw under the stall?

Uh-huh.

Well, those shots were time-stamped before the murder.

After Ben's murder, she's wearing black flats.

So? You always kick off your heels

the first chance you get.

But here's her statement.

She told the cops that she saw Ben leave the party.

She was talking to colleagues

right up until she heard the scream,

same thing she told me,

but she left to change her shoes.

But what's her motive?

I don't know yet,

but she had means, opportunity,

and why lie to the cops

unless you have something to hide?

Like blood on your shoes?

Think she still has them?

Safer to keep them than ditch them

and risk them being found.

How are you even faster at lock-picking

after all this time?

There's the champagne she ordered.

Nothing in here.

Found the shoes.

Any blood stains?

No, they look clean.

Need I remind you, we don't have--

A license, yeah, I'm aware.

I was going to say a contact at the lab.

This is the outfit she was wearing.

I don't see anything.

Hey, what's that?

It's to Ben.

I need a pencil.

Impressive, Everett.

See? It's like riding a bike.

Lavender.

"Happy birthday, my love."

Not how I'd talk to my ex-boss.

"You have no idea how many times I've been tempted

to hop on a plane these last 10 months

and fall into your arms again.

I'm finally free to be yours, and you to be mine.

Love, Siobhan."

Siobhan ordered that champagne

to drink with Ben after the party.

No one knew they were having an affair.

She was waiting to finalize her divorce,

and he just wanted to make sure Zach was okay.

And then he meets Priya,

and before he can break it to Siobhan--

Emma invites both women to his surprise party.

Surprise.

Provence was Siobhan's dream with Ben,

then she overhears Priya in the bathroom

telling me he's taking her there.

That is a brutal way to find out you missed your moment.

So she confronts him, grabs a steak knife,

and stabs him.

And goes up to her room to change her shoes.

That's the trifecta--

motive, means, and...

What's the third one?

Opportunity.

Right.

After this, you really need to sleep.

Look, we're not professional investigators anymore.

You're doing a stellar impression

of unprofessional ones.

Please just search the hotel.

Don't tell me how to do my job.

Look, we may or may not

have seen some physical evidence that--

With every word coming out of your mouth,

I'm getting closer to charging you.

Just trust us, and if we're wrong,

we'll never get in your way again.

No! No, no, no, no, no, stop! Stop!

Sorry.

A little late.

You gave me a false alibi, Miss Callaghan.

Hand over the suitcase.

See, that's the thing about blood.

You think you've got it all,

but it seeps into the leather.

Too bad. They were cute shoes.

Siobhan Callaghan, I'm arresting you

for the murder of Ben Moore.

My father wanted to make sure

that Priya was okay

if anything ever happened to him.

So he made me the beneficiary on his policy,

and that way, the rest of the family estate

would go entirely to Emma and Zach.

He sounds like a very thoughtful man.

Yeah, he was the best.

Uh, hey, if...

If it weren't for you, Angie...

you never gave up on me.

My brother and I can't thank you guys enough.

We were happy to help.

Really, you have no idea.

Uh, excuse me.

Raine!

What are you doing here?

Found your online critic.

Took me all of 20 minutes.

Wait, how did you know I was here?

You're funny. Professor Wheeler.

Turns out he's a frustrated writer

who can't get his 800-page novel published.

But he invited me to his class.

He wanted to bask

in the dim glow of your celebrity.

"Dim glow"?

Like, not fluorescent, but sort of a warm ambience.

Anyway,

I sent Professor "Jealous Much?" a virus,

so that should keep him busy from trolling you.

I didn't ask you to do that.

I think the words you're looking for

are "Thank you."

Hey.

Hey...

wanna get outta here?

You said being a P.I. is something you used to do.

I think it's something you still do.

Just keep it out of my office.

Hey, you soak it, you buy it.

Well, we said one lead,

ended up helping your friend

and solving a murder for a grieving family.

Cheers to us.

Can we get back to our regular lives now?

Admit it, you were back in the game,

and it felt good to help people.

It was somewhat satisfying,

but that is very different from--

I don't wanna stab you to death

at your surprise party.

Glad we're on the same page.

Siobhan missed her moment.

I don't want to miss mine.

Ben never got his second act,

and I want us to have ours.

I love being a mom, Shade,

but helping Priya, well...

it gave me back something.

I know it did.

I told you...

homicide isn't a push present.

I already said yes.

For the record, you said "hell, yes."

You got us a business license?

It can't be like it was.

We work from home now.

We set up our agency right here--

Do you have any idea how hot you looked

driving that boat?

You look hot doing anything.

- We really doing this? - Oh, yeah.

No, being P.I.s again.

Yeah, yeah, that too.

♪ Private eyes

♪ Watching you, watching you