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...and this, right here, is my custom-made pool table.

That's my Porsche.

One day, you can drive that if you play your cards right.

And that, right there,

the jersey I used to wear when I played in the IPHL.

But it's time to say "bye-bye,"

because Uncle Will needs a place to live

now that he takes care of you.

But you know what?

It's okay,

because we all appreciate

the sacrifices Daddy makes for the family, don't we?

- [phone keys clicking] - Angie?

[text whooshes]

Angie!

Oh, yeah. Keep sacrificing, honey.

Good news!

Uh, the dim sum playdate is still on.

Are you excited for your first har gow?

Har gow? I love me some dim sum!

You got enough plants there?

Oh, yeah.

Gotta bring the outside in.

There's too many boundaries

between us and nature as it is.

You mean, walls and central heating?

[chuckles] Ah!

Good morning, my little flapjack.

[laughs]

So, what spot are we hitting up?

Chubby Dumpling?

Oh, no, Don Mee's,

but you're not coming with us.

Oh, so it's a work thing?

No, it's a playdate.

So, you're taking Dex?

Be weird to show up without him.

So... you hired me to take care of Dex,

but you're taking him?

Am I on the clock? Off the clock?

At least bring me some takeout!

The Ja-Choy Jellyfish Combo!

And some Xiao Long Bao!

[?]

So, do we know anyone at this playdate?

Nope.

Brand-new crop.

I found the meet-up on a poster at a coffee shop.

You texted a random number on a poster?

It's not a Nigerian Prince email scam.

It's a local parent meet-up.

Yeah, but you know tonnes of parents.

Yeah, not with a kid six months older than Dex.

That's the mom-friend sweet spot.

Because...?

Because the mom's memory is fresh.

She can give me a heads-up

on what Dex is about to go through.

Oh, so you want a mommy cheat-sheet?

Beats scrolling WebMD alone at 2:00 A.M.

I told you, it was a fever.

It's always just a fever.

Until it's not.

I think you need to embrace parent friendships

for what they are-

hours of awkward small-talk with people you don't know,

and don't have anything in common with.

Nah.

I'm going full Colbert on these parents.

I'm gonna be smart, and funny,

and get all the answers I need.

[?]

That's quite a fire.

It took out two businesses, at least.

[Angie] Xiao's investigating, which means it's suspicious.

We're not on the clock.

Our only job is to get some congee into Dex.

Don't use your son as an excuse.

You're the congee fiend.

Hey, everyone.

Uh, my name is Matt Shade, this is my wife, Angie Everett.

Two? I've heard that's a great age.

Dex still has a way to go.

[Shade] Medical supply salesman, huh?

My wife and I are private investigators.

Three months old?

Aw!

Oh, don't forget to pull out the diaper ruffles.

Cricket is just like hockey without skates...?

Yeah, I guess I could see that.

[?]

- [cooing] - [parents chuckling]

Aw... just a little bigger than us.

Mei and... Akari.

Aw. Angie, Matt, and Declan.

Excuse me, may I speak to you?

Nice meeting you.

Yeah, you too.

I'm Tze Ping.

This is my restaurant.

I heard you are P.I.s.

I'm hoping you can help me... and my community.

What's going on?

There was a suspicious fire last night-

my friend Kimber's hair salon.

The police told her

they think it was set deliberately.

Yeah, we saw. I'm so sorry.

We're all worried

that the arsonists will hit again.

Can you find out who did this?

Of course. We'll look into it.

Many thanks.

Food is on the house.

I'll call Will to pick up Declan.

You order his jellyfish combo.

[?]

[viewfinder beeps, shutter snaps]

[?]

This salon was my heart and soul,

and now it's all gone.

All of it.

[shutter snapping]

Can you tell us what you know?

I closed up around 9:30 last night.

The police said someone set the fire around 4:00 A.M.

Do you have any idea who could've-?

I know exactly who did this.

Well, that makes it easy. Who?

A shoplifter hit my salon two days ago.

He stole all the expensive hair tools from out the back,

and my spare keys.

Do you know his name?

No, he was a walk-in.

About 16, 17- asked for a "broccoli" cut.

Broccoli cut?

Yeah, after he robbed me,

I put up posters of him to warn the Chinatown B.I.A.

Okay. So, the arson could be retaliation.

Did you share this with the investigators?

Yeah, and they said

the evidence points to an inside job.

If I can't prove it wasn't me,

I won't get the insurance payout to rebuild.

Tze Ping hired us to help you.

We'll figure out who did this.

Tze Ping is so awesome.

Thank you.

You've got a lifetime of free styling on me!

Anyone want bangs?

Constantly!

And never.

Okay, so all we need to do is I.D. this broccoli-head kid,

and it should be a straight line from there.

All we need now is a...

[flyer crinkles]

...face.

? I see you

? And you see me

? But you're blowing the line

? 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 ?

[?]

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, crap. Detective Xiao.

Hide!

What are you doing?

[perky] Detective Xiao!

Just the person we wanted to see.

I got a case for you.

There's a door

looking for two P.I.s to exit through.

Think you can solve it?

Xiao...

these your people? - No, they were just leaving.

Matt Shade. Angie Everett.

Fiona Rios. Arson investigator.

Uh... smell this.

I need odour statements. What's it smell like to you?

Cotton candy?

Which suggests butane...

but there's a hint of- [sniffs] ...lavender.

Hairspray- makes a great accelerant.

[Fiona] Dead on!

You've got an incredible nasal palate.

Well, I don't want to brag, but the nose knows.

Hey, do you mind if we look around?

- Yes. - Not at all.

It is still my crime scene.

Fine.

But keep feeding the pigeons, you'll never get rid of them.

[Fiona sighs]

Believe it or not, she's loosened up.

You should've seen her as a rookie.

You've worked with her that long and survived?

Where are your scars?

[Fiona laughs]

Funny.

I can see why she doesn't like you.

Uh, well, poke around- just be careful.

This scene's as toxic as my son's room.

Son? How old?

Two... four, and six.

[gasps] Three boys?

Mm-hmm. They are very cute,

but zero help in the arson-solving department.

The drywall-

there's holes punched in it every few inches.

Yeah, holes maximize airflow, oxygen feeds fire...

she really wanted this place to burn fast.

So, you're the one that thinks it's an inside job?

Well, it usually is,

when the smoke detectors and sprinkler systems

are disabled,

and there's no sign of a break-in.

Anyone familiar with this building

could've disabled those systems,

and Kimber had her keys stolen.

Well, find me another option, I'll take a look at it.

Hey, one more question.

If the salon's alarms were disabled,

then who called 9-1-1?

The fire hit the gallery next door

and triggered the waterless fire-suppression system.

Over a million dollars' worth of damage.

All part of an important exhibit.

This is a Cory Kinney...

Esther Ng,

and the Dumas-

all destroyed.

What's with the plastic fish?

[haughtily] Polymer resin, and that "fish" is $95,000.

$95,000 fish shouldn't be on anyone's Christmas list.

Have you seen this kid before?

That looks like the kind of clientele Kimber serves.

Doesn't sound like you have a lot of love

for Kimber, or her salon.

[chuckles] Did I want to burn down that hideous salon?

In the name of aesthetics, yes,

but not at the sacrifice of the art.

[?]

Quite the intense surveillance system.

Any angle on Kimber's back door?

Someone blacked out the outside camera

with spray paint an hour before the fire.

Yeah, whoever set the fire knew to take out that camera.

Yes. Like Kimber.

Or anyone who's cased it.

[huffs]

[?]

[Shade] Well, he's pretentious.

What's with the sunglasses inside?

I'm still processing the price of that fish.

You know, he seemed genuinely devastated

about those paintings.

Yeah.

So what about this Broccoli-Head?

A sentence I never thought you'd say.

New coast, new cases...

same old weirdo suspects.

If Chinatown's his regular hunting ground,

he probably knows

where every camera is in the neighbourhood.

So, how are we gonna find him?

We got no name, no face-

Just brown, curly florets.

I've got a plan,

but let's see how our boy's first day went.

I hope that was in reference to Dex,

and not your brother.

Could honestly apply to both.

[Shade snickers]

[?]

[drums banging]

Eh!

[Will laughs]

The next Neil Peart, in the making!

What do you think of the new digs?

Wow! It's, uh...

what a transformation, right, babe?

Isn't it great that Will's making himself at home?

A marlin?

Yeah, pretty rad, right?

Oh!

Whew!

Someone made a deposit.

Oh...

So, how was day one?

It was awesome!

We went to the Beacon Hill Petting Zoo.

Flapjack loved the baby goats.

Wasn't digging the peacocks.

Hey, hey, hey, wait, wait! I'll take him.

Oh, are you- are you sure? I'm still on the clock.

No, no, that's good.

I just want to spend a little time with my boy.

[?]

Was it something I said?

Dex is out.

Wish he would've lasted longer. I missed him today.

Yeah, that's why I woke up earlier this morning-

to get in my cuddles.

Wait, is that why you hustled him out of Will's?

There was no hustle.

I appreciate Will's help.

Fine. He was about to change a dirty diaper

on my Simonis felt pool table.

Who does that?

He put the change pad down first.

He doesn't respect our stuff!

He broke our espresso machine.

He used all my truffles in an omelette!

He borrowed my sunglasses without asking.

Okay, someone's keeping score.

Look.

You're never gonna get comfortable with him

unless you get real with him.

No, I just wanna keep the peace.

I'm gonna live longer than you

because I don't keep in what bothers me.

What's the latest on the case?

Oh, I'm just- I'm searching for a post

that matched Kimber's stolen inventory.

What's that tab?

[?]

Is that the... arson investigator?

I'm doing a background check.

What?

She'd make the ultimate mom-friend.

You met her at a crime scene!

Also, what happened to finding someone with a kid

six months older than Dex?

This is even better!

This woman's been through the ringer three times.

Her knowledge is engraved.

[computer alert chimes]

We got a hit.

"FlipTrick4" is selling a brand-new hair dryer

for 800 bucks,

and a hair-straightener for $400.

All the things taken from Kimber.

All right, let's see if Mr. Vegetable-Head

is up for a little meet-and-greet.

[message whooshes]

Hmm.

[?]

We've never seen his face,

but he said he'd be wearing a yellow toque.

Is the facial recognition ready?

I'm just loading the feed from Angie's glasses.

I'll run Broccoli-Head through my software.

See if I can match him

to the poster.

Uh, I don't understand why you can't do this yourself?

Second-most important rule on a sting-

never send your agent in without backup.

Which means I'm dude in the van?

My mom would be so proud.

What's the first most important rule?

Don't touch anything in my car!

[?]

[hushed] He's here.

[clears throat]

FlipTrick4?

You got the cash?

You got the goods?

[?]

Try to get a look at his ear.

Ears are unique, like fingerprints.

I can maybe I.D. him that way.

Uh...

how do you use it?

"How do you use" a hair dryer?

Hey! It's expensive, okay?

I want to make sure I know how it works.

[?]

You know, I can't really picture it,

unless I see it on your hair.

- Forget this. - [program beeps]

It's him! It's Broccoli-Head!

[?]

[tires screeching]

[horn blaring]

[?]

[starts engine]

Hey!

[?]

[grunting]

[crashing]

[grunting]

[?]

Hey!

[?]

[tires screeching]

[thudding]

My car!

I touched something.

[grunting]

[?]

Oh, I never thought I'd see these again.

Thank you!

We, uh, checked into Broccoli-Head's alibi.

Real name, Tony Goff.

Yeah, he and his bandmates

were playing a 24-hour fundraiser at their school.

Damn.

You know, I really thought it was him.

Now, for sure, the insurance company

isn't gonna pay me out.

And worse, that arrogant weasel next door

is suing me for damages!

The arsonist poked holes in the wall for oxygen flow,

but if the salon was the target...

why not score all the walls?

Yeah.

This is the only wall connected to the gallery, right?

Yeah.

What's your neighbour's security like?

Gerhard's?

He loves to brag about how much he spent on it,

so, for his sake, it better be Fort Knox.

So, impossible to breach...

better to go through the non-Knox neighbour.

So, if the arsonist's real target wasn't this salon,

it was the gallery next door.

[?]

Why would anyone want to burn my gallery?

Retaliation? Vandalism?

Your prices? Anything ring a bell?

No.

And yet, someone gave you a shiner.

You can lose the glasses.

It's a hazard of the job.

I'm curating an exhibit of West Coast artists

travelling to the National Gallery in Ottawa-

or at least, I was.

Earl Steele felt snubbed when I didn't include his work.

So, he punched you?

Earl? No, he has thick skin.

His protege, Kai- he's a walking assault charge.

Do you think he might've set the fire?

I wouldn't put it past him.

What happens to the exhibit now?

I'll have to find new pieces.

Ironic, isn't it?

Earl might be part of the exhibit after all.

Sounds like motive to me.

Thanks.

[?]

Rent's expensive, so I, uh,

share my studio space with emerging artists.

Kai's my, uh, most promising.

Ah, there he is. Kai?

Come here.

[?]

We hear you punched Gerhard Gotzmann.

Yeah. So?

He's a backstabber. He's lucky that's all I did.

[Earl] Hey, calm down, Kai.

He wouldn't even have a gallery

if it weren't for you legitimizing him.

Earl is the one that discovered half these artists

that Gerhard represents.

He deserves to be in that exhibit.

Where were you last night, Kai?

Oh, you know-

just torching a gallery.

Hey. He's kidding.

And yet, no one's laughing.

[Earl sighs]

Look, as affronted as he is on my behalf,

Kai would never burn art.

I mean, we were- we were both here painting,

until 6:00 in the morning.

Is this your work?

Yeah. Yeah.

Some new pieces I'm, uh, very proud of.

Not that I sell for what I used to.

Oh, hey...

he's rough around the edges, but he's a good kid.

You're looking in the wrong place.

You sound like you know where we should be looking.

[sighing]

'Kay, so, here's the thing.

A gallery owner- like Gerhard-

they can fudge how much they sell a painting for,

who they sell it to.

Sounds like a recipe for cooking the books.

Yeah, well, I-I couldn't say for sure,

but... I do know this-

if you piss off an artist, they'll paint an angry picture.

They won't burn your gallery down.

But you piss off someone

with ties to the criminal underworld...

The arson could be someone sending a message.

Who'd you get into bed with, Gerhard?

Not an image I want to picture.

How much would you pay for that plastic fish?

What

Someone would have to pay me 95 grand to take it.

But ask me about that stunning painting-

the mother and daughter walking on the beach.

I'm sold.

[Shade] All I can see are eyes in the kelp,

like monsters waiting to eat them.

What are you talking about? I don't-

Oh.

Now I can't unsee it.

Thanks a lot!

And I just saved Dex's college fund 15K.

You're welcome.

[?]

Well, he's moving money.

Where's he taking it?

[?]

[?]

[?]

[Angie] Do you think he's meeting with the mob?

International arms dealers?

Terrorists?

We're in Victoria, not a Bond film.

Hey, island criminals need money laundering, too!

Do they all wear oversized sunglasses

and paisley?

Technically, Gerhard's shirt's floral.

Yeah, that's much more menacing.

[scoffs] Oh, forget it...

"Shade, it's Chinatown."

Get it?

It's a move reference, 'cause you said Bond.

Oh, oh, yeah, I got it.

[?]

[?]

[shutter snapping]

What kind of an art deal

needs that much money paid on the street?

The shady kind.

Yeah.

[doors thudding]

What's the payoff for, Gerhard?

What are you-?

There is no payoff.

I'll show these shots to the cops,

see what they think.

No, wait.

She is just an art appraiser.

I wrote her a bad cheque, and I had to pay up, in cash.

Every gallery owner dances on the edge of a razorblade.

So, you're broke and desperate.

[Shade] Maybe desperate enough

to burn down your own gallery for the insurance?

No. That exhibit had more value than any insurance payout.

- [phone chimes] - It had global buzz,

and with that boost to my reputation,

I would've definitely landed some new whales.

He's not the arsonist.

Look what Raine just sent.

[?]

Fiona!

- Hi. - Hey.

I've got another one for ya.

I love this game!

[sniffs] Mm, um... sweet.

Fruity, but a little vapourous.

Acetone, again.

[Fiona] Mm-hmm.

Do you think this is the same firebug?

It's a high probability.

I mean, it's the same scoring for oxygen,

piles of towels around.

The M.O. matches.

We're nowhere near Chinatown.

Who lives here?

I'm sorry, I can't...

officially release that information.

Of course! Yeah.

But...

say I just went and peeked in the mailbox,

and I saw who lived here,

and then what if we said that I did that,

and then just continued this conversation?

Hmm... tch.

Well, then I guess you would...

already know

that the owners are the Bekmezians.

Hmm!

No cars in the driveway, pile of newspapers...

are they on vacation?

That's right.

And I hate to say it- their baby-proofing methods?

B-minus, at best.

Pressure-mounted baby gates?

I don't think so!

Fi, could I get your number?

I mean, just in case something else comes up

with the case?

Yeah, smart.

Or non-case.

We can keep each other posted.

Great!

[Fiona] Yeah.

I'm in with Fi.

I got her number.

It's "Fi" now, is it?

She doesn't know it yet,

but she's about to take our baby-proofing

from A-plus to A-plus-plus.

Okay, first of all, that's not a real grade.

Security cameras are all spray-painted out,

just like in Chinatown.

Why would an arsonist target a gallery downtown

and a house way out here?

There's gotta be some connection.

[?]

Watch out, Picasso! There's a new artiste in town!

Aw, who's the next artist taking over Art Basel 2050?

Oh, my God.

Dex will only be in his 20s, and I'll be-

I don't wanna do the math on us. - Mm-mm.

We got a little paint on your statue thing.

That's my MVP trophy!

[Will] Sorry.

[grumbles] Uh, you know what?

It's time for a little Dex-Daddy time.

Come on, my little buddy.

How's your day?

I think Shade's jealous of me.

- [laughing] - Laugh all you want-

I read about it on Nanny sub-Reddit.

Will... people like you shouldn't be on forums, okay?

It's just a gut feeling I have.

Parents get mad-jealous

when a new caregiver enters their kid's life.

Dex is imprinting on me,

like a gosling imprints on an ultralight glider

instead of Daddy Goose.

I don't think Shade's jealous of an airplane,

if I'm understanding this analogy correctly.

Mano-a-mano jealousy cuts deep.

I think Shade's threatened by me.

[Shade] Hey, Ang!

Do you think he heard me?

Don't worry, Angie- I will fix this!

Please don't.

And just keep the "goose" talk to yourself.

[Shade] Hey, I found the connection.

I looked up the Bekmezians.

Found pictures of their home in this article

about Victoria's house-and-garden tour,

and guess what?

They owned an Esther Ng painting.

One of the painters from Gerhard's exhibit.

What if the target wasn't the gallery-

what if the target... was the Esther Ng?

[?]

[?]

You're saying someone is burning Esther Ng paintings?

Okay, nice work, Ang.

[smack]

What do you know about the painter?

She was a Chinatown bottle lady

who painted cityscapes in Victoria

in the '70s and '80s.

She died penniless, but in the last seven years,

the popularity of her paintings has skyrocketed.

How much do they go for?

About 100 to 200K.

Whoa, that's a lot of empties.

Why would anybody want to burn her work?

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

That's what we will figure out.

You two can get out.

I think she's warming to us.

[Angie] Women don't just throw high-fives.

That meant something.

No, check out any spin class.

High-fives are dropped like Dex drops pacifiers.

Hey, don't rain on my BFF parade!

Baby, no one is happier than I am

if you find your cheatsheet-mom pal.

I'm so close to potential hand-me-downs...

best school district intel,

easiest place to buy store-bought goods

to pass off as home-baked goods for bake sales...

Wow. You're practically salivating.

[Angie sighs]

You've been thinking about this way too long.

Oh, we'll be the best of pals.

"Fi-Angie" forever.

Or... "Ang-iona"?

That sounds like a middle-age heart problem.

You're right.

I shouldn't force the name. It'll just come naturally.

Anyhow, in the meantime,

"Sheverett" is still trying to catch an arsonist.

And if that arsonist

is targeting Esther Ng paintings,

we need to find any others in town.

Way ahead of you.

There are two.

One is going up for auction tomorrow,

and the other...

hey, we've seen this one.

[?]

You might want to store your painting somewhere safe

until we find the arsonist.

Esther believed art was to be enjoyed by all.

You knew the artist?

She used to paint at this table.

She gave me that piece years ago.

We used to have what my wife liked to call

"heated debates".

It's gorgeous.

She told me her secret-

how she only painted south-facing buildings.

In Feng Shui,

it's the most auspicious direction.

What a cool little detail.

This painting means so much to you.

You should protect it, for your friend.

Please, find the criminal doing this,

before they burn all of her work left in this world.

[?]

All right, I got us on the guest list for the auction.

This will be the first time

that painting's been seen in years.

Well, if the arsonist is gonna target it,

this is their best chance. - So...

- [text whooshes] - What do you think of my cover?

Ex-pro-hockey player- turned-P.I.,

turned-art aficionado?

Yeah, um, celebrity means deep pockets.

You're not ordering obscure kid games

for Dex again, are you?

That Lite-Brite was for all of us!

And no.

Fiona's checking in on the case,

and this is my opportunity

to take things from professional to personal.

Oh, my goodness. I'm overthinking this, aren't I?

You? Overthinking?

Never.

You're right.

I'm just gonna invite her to dim sum and mom talk-

and there. Ball's in her court.

Hey, buddy!

Let's get you up to bed.

Come on. Yeah.

[chuckles]

So, how was your day?

Torturous.

He wouldn't eat or nap,

and he had an all-out tantrum outside.

You're lucky you missed it.

- [door swings open] - [snaps] Torturous?

[slam]

How could you ever say a day with Dex is torturous?

Just forget it, okay?

I only said that so you'd stop acting so jealous!

Today was actually an awesome day.

We saw a bunny!

You think I'm jealous?

I'm Dex's dad! No one's ever gonna replace me.

Then why are you acting

like you can't stand to be in my aura?

Oh, God, don't say "aura".

Just say "space," like a regular normal human!

Are you okay, Matt?

[sighs] Look.

I appreciate everything you're doing for the family...

but pick up your clothes!

And does your "aura" have no respect

for a custom-built pool table with professional-grade felt?

[inhaling mindfully]

Blue is my calm... green is my roots.

Blue is my calm- - Are you chanting?

It's a serenity chant to ground me!

[calmer] I'm sorry.

Matt... these are just things.

Yeah, well, things matter to me.

Yeah... I'm picking up on what does and who doesn't.

[?]

[door bangs shut]

[Angie] You were real with him.

I know Will. He'll respect that.

- He chanted. - Oof!

Just tell him you thought about it,

and you accept his aura.

Look, baby steps. All right, honey? No aura talk.

Maybe I'll compliment one of his plants.

Look, like it or not, he's family.

I love him, Dex loves him,

and you need to figure it out.

[classical music plays]

[?]

[hushed] The arsonist could be in this crowd.

I'll mingle, see what I can find out.

I'll get eyes on the Esther Ng.

[in English accent] We haven't met. Sofia Labaki.

I'm an art appraiser, broker, and historian.

Broker? So, you're representing a couple of the pieces

here, then?

Yes. And some of the buyers.

What's your taste?

Po-Mo? Deco? Bauhaus? Baroque?

Dadaism?

I prefer unknowns.

Lately, I'm into this new artist-

Declan.

I haven't heard of him.

Oh, you will.

So, is there anything here you'd recommend?

The Earl Steele oil on canvas is a classic.

The minimum bid is 45,000.

The artist is here, if you'd like to meet him.

Oh, I've made that acquaintance.

Mm. The Esther Ng's the real star.

And how much do you think that will go for?

Catalogue price is 300,000,

but it won't go for less than 2 million, today.

2 million?

Yes, this is Sofia's jackpot.

It turned into quite the collectible

now that Ng's other two paintings were destroyed.

She makes a 50% commission, so dinner's on her.

Who knew burning art could be so profitable?

[all chuckling]

It's so gauche to talk about money.

Well, your job is valuation.

All you do is talk about money.

I need some more bubbles.

[Sofia chuckles dryly]

If you are interested, let me know.

I'm the leading expert on her-

except for her son, of course.

She included him in many of the paintings.

Kai is Esther Ng's son?

Mm-hmm.

Do excuse me.

[?]

Thank you so much for coming.

[panel beeping]

[man] I don't care how much clout Sotheby's has.

I like to think I run my auction with a little more excitement.

[?]

Kai.

I'm here under protest.

Earl made me come here to network.

Sounds like he'd make a good agent.

That jacket looks good on ya.

Did you get a chance

to check out that painting of your mother's?

[chuckles] Yeah, it's not a secret.

And no, I don't look at her work.

I get it.

Everyone loves the nostalgia of old Chinatown,

but for me,

her work's a reminder of the worst time in my life.

Are you not proud of her success?

Oh, you mean how she died with nothing,

and now all these rich jerks are making a huge profit off it?

You don't get a piece of that?

No. None of the artists do.

She probably sold it for 50 bucks.

Now she's famous...

and all these collectors

just trade it back and forth for millions.

I never see a dime.

That's a bitter pill to swallow.

Yeah, I used to get so mad about it.

[deep breath, sigh]

But now, I'm channelling it into my art.

Earl taught me that.

I was such a mess after my mom passed away.

He threw me a lifeline.

Hey, Kai? Sorry.

Someone I want you to meet.

- Just one sec. - Yeah.

[?]

[panel beeping]

Just a little to the left...

[sighs]

[?]

[?]

I'm in. Any luck out there?

[Shade] The art appraiser and her client are interesting.

Since the other paintings burned,

the value of their Ng has skyrocketed.

Well... greed is a classic motive.

I've got eyes on the painting.

Hey, get this-

turns out that Kai is Esther Ng's son,

and he's got a real chip on his shoulder.

[Angie] Really?

Wait a minute. I know this building.

It's across from the Johnson Street Bridge.

It faces west.

But Esther only painted south-facing subjects.

Shade! This painting's a fake.

[?]

I have 50,000. Do I have 55?

[quietly] How did a fake get to market?

The only person who can answer that

is sitting right there.

Thank you to the gentleman in the back-

Bidder 40- 55,000.

Do I have 60?

60,000, back to bidder 26 in the front.

Sofia's supposedly the leading expert on Esther Ng.

[Angie] Well, she's either terrible at her job,

or she's in on the scam.

Yeah.

65,000 to the lady in red.

Bidder 35. Looking for 70?

Back to bidder 26 at 70,000. Who will give me 75?

[hushed] Sofia. Sofia!

[auctioneer] 75,000? Bidder 23.

We have a new player, ladies and gentlemen.

75,000. Bidding sits at 75.

[Sofia] I authenticated this myself.

It has the same lead paint,

the same canvas,

the same brushstroke as Ng used.

Where did the painting come from?

It's traded hands several times,

but originally from a collector named Carl Liu.

Oh. Did any of these paintings come from his collection?

None of these buildings face south, either.

I don't know.

But, out of an abundance of caution,

I will pull the painting,

and do further research.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention.

[quietly] Well, we just cost her a million bucks.

[phone alert chimes]

[gasps]

Fiona responded to my dim sum text.

"Sounds good."

Oh, it is on. Ha!

Don't worry.

I'll, uh, mom-talk and fire-talk with her.

I won't cheat and case-talk with her.

[scoffs] Worry? Two of your tangents in,

she'll be showing you the door.

Please, my tangents are what keeps us going!

No, baby, that's my patience with you.

So, what do you think?

Was Sofia duped by the forger,

or is she in on it? - Either way,

there's another player.

Sofia's an appraiser, not a forger.

So, who's painting the fakes?

Whoever this Carl Liu is, maybe he can tell us.

[?]

Thank you, Tze Ping. I'll keep you updated.

Did he say that Carl Liu is our forger?

Not unless he paints from beyond the grave.

- Carl's dead? - Yeah.

A few years now. But that- [chuckling]

...is not the biggest surprise of this case.

Apparently, he left everything to his estranged son...

who he fathered with Esther Ng.

Kai is his son?

[?]

Kai is our forger!

He fakes a few paintings.

He pretends they came from his dad's collection.

And, finally, profits off his mom's art.

He's got a real chip on his shoulder.

It makes sense he'd try to rip off the art world.

Yeah, but why forge paintings just to end up burning them?

To cover his tracks?

I mean, maybe he didn't know about the south-facing detail.

And with Gerhard's exhibit going to Ottawa,

an outside appraiser would've looked at the paintings-

...And exposed Kai's fakes.

[?]

You used spray paint to black out

the security cameras at the gallery

and the Bekmezians' house,

and you also set fire to all of the forgeries you made.

I have never forged anything.

I've never set a fire.

My dad left me one painting that I sold years ago,

when I needed rent, that's it.

W-What about the other three?

I don't know!

I gave mine to Sofia, like Earl suggested,

and she sold it.

Wait. Earl connected you to Sofia?

He said she'd get the best price.

Earl!

His work didn't sell for what it used to,

but Ng's paintings are worth a fortune.

He knows all about her techniques,

her paints, her canvas...

but he doesn't know the one secret

she entrusted to her oldest friend.

Okay. Hey! Look!

Listen, you guys got Earl all wrong.

He would never do this to my family.

[rummaging]

- Lead paint. - Stop it!

Stop touching his stuff!

Acetone.

The accelerant used in the fires.

He said you were here with him the night of the fire,

till 6:00 A.M. Were you?

I-I was at home... asleep.

[sighs] He wasn't covering for Kai.

He was using him as his alibi.

Where's Earl now?

After the auction, he said he had

something come up he had to take care of.

The last forgery.

Sofia took it! He needs to get rid of it.

We gotta get to Sofia's.

[?]

[Angie] So, Kai inherits

an authentic painting from his dad,

makes a quick buck.

Earl sees this, forges three more paintings,

gets his pal, Sofia, to authenticate them all.

Earl rakes in some serious cash.

Sofia, too!

I mean, if we've learned anything about the art world,

it's that everyone's out for a quick buck.

I bet she was cut in on it, too.

Yeah, that tracks- a leading expert on Esther Ng?

Even if Earl's forgeries were great,

they wouldn't be perfect.

Just like her accent. Fake.

You know, this case is making me jones

for that famous art movie-

you know, the one with the guy from Mrs. Doubtfire

and that woman with the red hair?

I think the paint fumes got to you.

The Thomas Crown Affair!

You think of Pierce Brosnan

as "the man from Mrs. Doubtfire"?

Angie, look!

[brakes screeching]

[smoke detector beeping]

[?]

Shade!

[smoke detector beeping]

We gotta get her out of there!

Hey! Call 9-1-1.

[Sofia coughing]

Sofia!

Sofia, can you hear me?

Sofia?

She's responsive.

I can't wait to tell Fi about this.

[?]

[Shade and Angie coughing]

That's Earl. We gotta go after him.

We can't leave Sofia by herself.

[?]

Did we lose him?

Well, I can't see him.

No, he's up there!

[?]

[Sofia] Where am I? Where's Earl?

You mean your partner in crime?

You mean the guy who just tried to kill you,

who's trying to get away from us in his truck?

Hold on! - [tires screeching]

Are you mad? Let me out!

It's a car chase, not a bus!

Go left. Left!

[Shade] I'm lefting! You're supposed to accelerate

out of a turn, not into one.

Dex needs his parents alive.

[?]

I can't believe he betrayed me!

You can't believe

that the man who paints counterfeits

double-crossed you?

I see your point.

So, he paid you to look the other way.

You in on the arsons, too?

No, I- he told me he'd take care of it.

I never thought like this!

What'd you think he was gonna do?

Bribe the next appraiser with a fruit basket?

I don't know how crimes operate!

I was an art history major!

I hope your money buys you a good lawyer.

[?]

Of all days- there isn't a driver cutting everyone off,

and we can't seem to hit a single red light.

Yeah, we're closing the gap.

Doesn't look like it.

No backseat driving!

[tires screeching]

Hedge maneuver!

What did I just say?

This isn't a John Wick movie, and I'm not taking requests.

He's never gonna make the turn out of this lot. It's too tight!

No, he's gonna go wide. Just watch.

[brakes screeching]

[sirens wailing]

[?]

[officer] Show me your hands!

Get out of the car! Hands where I can see them!

[?]

And that is why the Porsche is a business expense.

[?]

Two more criminals apprehended, thanks to us.

Am I supposed to be impressed

with your reckless driving and property damage?

We saved a woman's life and stopped an arsonist.

And I don't think you're taking into account

all the property we didn't damage.

Your medal's in the mail.

Maybe not warming to us.

Thank you so much.

I'm going to get my payout.

I can rebuild my salon.

And my beautiful painting is back on its wall.

Art is meant to be shared, just as your friend wanted.

It's so funny...

Esther and I couldn't stand each other at first.

We had nothing in common.

Oh. How relatable.

She always complained I used too much pepper.

I thought she was rude,

until I realized she was not saying it

because she hated it.

She was honest with me

because she thought we were friends.

And then, we were...

for the next 40 years.

[?]

[light knock at door]

No, thanks, I have enough blankets.

It's a cover for the pool table

so you can use it for your plants.

[?]

Look.

I know we're not each other's people-

How you support organized sports,

I will never understand.

...and, sometimes, we find each other irritating.

I have held my tongue over your choice of produce.

But we're family now,

and family is about accepting each other as they are,

not as we want them to be, so...

I accept your "aura".

Get in here!

[?]

Hey, before you do that...

[?]

Angie!

Hey!

Who are you waiting for?

Just a friend.

I think I might have the wrong day.

Ah...

I hate to break it to you,

but this "Fiona" gave you the "Victoria Yes".

Victoria Yes?

That sounds like something I'm not gonna like.

In these parts,

"sounds good" is a polite non-commitment.

Oh! [chuckles]

Bye-bye, "Fi-Angie".

My husband's from back East, too.

It took him a while to get used to it.

Pick-up order up for Mei!

Hungry?

Ah, it's for my staff.

I run a daycare down the street.

You're an early childhood educator?

Yeah.

Do you think that Akari

would want to hang out with Dex sometime?

I mean, not that I need my son to ask a mom to hang out,

but they are a useful cover for that.

[laughs] Yeah, I'd love that.

And... that's a real yes.

Great!

? Tonight I want to make new friends ?

? Fast as I can

? Here's to new beginnings

? Tie a knot in my loose ends

? And cash it all in

? Starting new traditions

? Best thing about new friends

? Is that they don't know

? The stupid things I did...

? Way back when

? Oh, that's the thing about moving on ?

? That's the thing about letting go ?

? That's the thing about seeing something ?

? You ain't seen before

? That's the thing about goodbyes ?

? That's the thing about leaving home ?

? Look the horizon in the eyes

? And say "Hello, new friend" ?

[?]

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