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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.

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?

Angie? Angie.

Oh, yeah. Keep sacrificing, honey.

Good news.

The dim sum play date is still on. Are you excited for your first har gow?

Har gow? 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?

Good morning, my little flapjack.

So, what spot are we hitting up? Chubby Dumpling? Oh, no, Dom Mee's, but you're

not coming with us.

Oh, so it's a work day? No, it's a play date. 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 Sha Long Bao.

So do we know anyone at this playdate?

Nope. Brand new crop.

I found the meetup 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 meetup. You know tons of parents.

Not with a kid six months older than Dex. That's the mom friend's 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 chichi.

Beat scrolling WebMD alone at 2 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. Took out two businesses at least.

Shao'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. My name is Matt Shave. This is my wife, Angie Everett. Two?

I've heard that's a great age.

Dex still has a way to go.

Medical supply salesman, huh? My wife and I are private investigators.

Three months old?

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

Cricket is just like hockey without skates.

Yeah, I guess I can see that.

Meh. Okay.

Aw.

Just a little bigger than us.

Mae and Akari.

Aw. Angie, Matt, and Declan.

Excuse me. May I speak to you?

Nice meeting you.

Yeah, you too.

I'm Zha Ping.

This is my restaurant.

I heard you were PIs.

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 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 Bill to pick up Declan. He orders jellyfish combo.

The salon was my heart and soul.

And now it's all gone.

All of it.

Can you tell us what you know?

I closed up around 9.30 last night. The police said someone set the fire around

4 a.m. Do you have any idea who could... 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.

You know his name?

No, he was a walk-in. About 16, 17, asked for a broccoli cut.

A broccoli cut?

Yeah, after he robbed me, I put up posters of him to warn the Chinatown

BIA. 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.

Zapping hired us to help you. We'll figure out who did this.

Zapping is so awesome.

Thank you.

You've got a lifetime of freestyling on me.

Anyone want bangs?

Constantly.

And never.

Yeah. Okay, so all we need to do is ID this broccoli head kid and it should be

a straight line from there. All we need now is a... face.

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

Yeah. Oh, crap. Detective Xiao.

Hide.

Smell. What are you doing?

Detective Xiao.

Just the person we wanted to see. I got a case for you. There's a door looking

for two PIs to exit through.

Think you can solve it?

Xiao, these are your people? No, they were just leaving.

Matt Shade, Angie Everett. Fiona Rios, arson investigator.

Uh, smell this.

I need odor statements.

What's it smell like to you?

Cotton candy?

Which suggests butane, but there's a hint of lavender.

Hairspray. Makes a great accelerant. 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.

It is still my crime scene. Fine.

But keep feeding the pigeons.

You'll never get rid of them.

Believe it or not, she's loosened up. You should have seen her as a rookie.

You've worked her through that long and survived?

Where are your scars?

Funny. I can see why she doesn't like you.

Uh, well, poke around. Just be careful. The scene's as toxic as my son's room.

Son? How old? Two, four, and six.

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 air flow, 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 have disabled those systems, and Kimber had her keys stolen.

Yeah.

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 911?

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 Corey Kinney, Esther Ng, and the Dumas, all destroyed.

What's with the plastic fish?

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.

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 was cased in.

Well, he's pretentious. That's with the sunglasses inside.

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.

Chinatown's his regular hunting ground. He probably knows where every camera is

in the neighborhood.

How are we gonna find him? We got no name, no face.

Just brown, curly floor heads.

I've got a plan, but let's see how our boy's first day went.

I hope that wasn't in reference to Dex and not your brother.

Could honestly apply to both.

Hey!

The next Neil Peart in the making.

What do you think of the new Dix?

Wow, it's, uh, what a transformation.

Right, babe?

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

Uh, Marlin?

Yeah, pretty rad, right?

Whoa.

Woo!

Someone made a deposit.

So,

how was day one?

It was awesome.

We went to the Beacon Hill Petting Zoo.

Flapjack loved the baby goats.

He wasn't digging the peacocks.

Hey, wait, wait, I'll take them. Are you sure? I'm still on the clock. No, that's

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

Is this something I said?

Dex is out.

Wish he would have lasted longer. I missed him today.

Yeah, that's why I woke up earlier this morning, to get him 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 Simone Svelte 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 omelet. He borrowed my sunglasses without asking.

Okay, someone's keeping score.

Look, you're never going to get comfortable with him unless you get real

with him. No, I just want to keep the peace.

I'm going to live longer than you because I don't keep him what bothers

me.

It's the latest on the case.

I'm just searching for posts that match Kimber's stolen inventory.

What's that, Teb?

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.

We got a hit.

Flip trick four is selling a brand new hair dryer for $800 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.

We've never seen his face, but he said he'd be wearing a yellow tube.

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.

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.

He's here.

Flip trick four?

Got cash?

You got the goods?

I tried to get a look at his ear. Ears are unique like fingerprints. I can

maybe ID 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. It's him. It's Brockley.

I touched something.

Oh, never thought

I'd see these again. Thank you.

We 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. No, I really thought it was him.

Now, for sure the insurance company isn't going to 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?

Wow.

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

Yeah. What's your neighbor's security like?

Gerhardt'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-Narcs neighbor.

So 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 traveling 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.

You think he might have 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 share my studio space with emerging artists.

Kai's my most promising.

Oh, there he is. Kai, come here.

We hear you punched Gerhard Godsman.

Yeah? Solved?

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

Look, as affronted as he is on my behalf, Kai would never burn art.

I mean, we were both here painting until six in the morning.

Is this your work? Yeah, yeah.

Some new pieces I'm 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.

Okay, so here's the thing. A gallery owner like Gerhardt, they can fudge how

much they sell a painting for who they sell it to.

Sounds like a recipe for cooking the books.

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.

Where'd you get in bed with Gerhard?

Not an image. I want a 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 of the mother and daughter walking on

the beach.

I'm sold.

All I can see are eyes in the kelp, like monsters waiting to eat them. What are

you talking about? I don't... Oh.

No, I can't unsee it.

Thanks a lot.

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

You're welcome.

Oh, he's moving money.

Where's he taking it?

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.

Did they all wear oversized sunglasses and paisley?

Technically, your head shirt is floral.

Yeah, that's much more menacing.

Oh, forget it.

Shade, it's Chinatown.

Get it? It's a movie reference, because you said Bond. Oh, yeah, I got it.

Kind of an art deal needs that much money paid on the street.

The shady kind.

Yeah.

What's the payoff for it, 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 check and I had to pay up in cash.

Every gallery owner dances on the edge of a razor blade. So you're broke and

desperate. Maybe desperate enough to burn down your own gallery for the

insurance? No.

That exhibit had more value than any insurance payout. It had global buzz.

And with that boost to my reputation, I would have definitely landed some new

whales.

He's not the arsonist.

Look what Ranger sent.

Fiona! Hi.

Hey.

I've got another one for you. I love this game.

Mmm. Um, sweet.

Fruity, but a little vaporous.

Acetone, again.

Mmm. 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.

Well, then I guess you would already know that the owners are the

Beckmesians. 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.

Oh, our un-case.

We can keep each other posted.

Great. Yeah.

I'm in with Fi. I got her number.

It's Fi now, is it? She doesn't know 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 got to 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.

Tex will only be in his 20s, and I'll be... I don't want to do the math on us.

We got a little paint on your statue thing.

That's my MVP trophy.

Sorry.

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.

Laugh all you want. I read about it on Nanny's subreddit.

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.

Mono and mono jealousy cuts deep. I think Shade's threatened by me.

Yeah.

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.

Hey, I found the connection.

I looked up the Beckmesians, 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.

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 $100,000 to $200

,000? Well, 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.

Women don't just throw high fives. That meant something.

Check out any spin class. High fives are dropped like Dex drops pacifiers.

Don't rain on my BFF parade.

Baby, no one is happier than I am if you find your cheat sheet 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.

You've been thinking about this way too long. We'll be the best of pals.

Fianji forever.

Or Angiona?

That sounds like a middle-aged heart problem. You're right. I shouldn't force

the name. It'll just come naturally.

Anyhow, in the meantime, Chevret is still trying to catch an arsonist. And

if that arsonist is targeting Esther Ring 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 the art was to be enjoyed by all.

You knew the artist?

She used the 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 a 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 a criminal doing this before they burn all of her work left in

this world.

All right, they got us on the guest list

for the auction.

This will be the first time that painting's been seen in years. If the

arsonist is gonna target it, this is their best chance.

So, what do you think of my cover?

Ex-pro hockey player turned PI turned art aficionado. Yeah, um, celebrity

means deep pockets.

You're not ordering obscure kid games for Dex again, are you? That light

bright 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. Oh, yeah.

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.

Torturous?

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?

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?

Blue is my calm. Green is my roots. Blue is my calm. Are you chanting?

It's a serenity chant to ground me.

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.

You were real with him. I know Will.

He'll respect that.

He chanted. Just tell him you thought about it and you accept his aura.

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. You

need to figure it out.

The arsonist could be in this crowd. I'll mingle, see what I can find out.

I'll get eyes on the estuarine.

We haven't met.

Sophia Labarkey. 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?

Pomo, 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 Steel 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.

The Esther Ng's The Real Star.

How much do you think that'll go for?

Catalogue price is $300,000, but it won't go for less than $2 million today.

$2 million?

Yes. This is Sophia's jackpot.

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?

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.

Mm-hmm.

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 her paintings.

Kai is Esther Ng's son?

Mm-hmm.

Do excuse me.

I don't care how much some son of these has.

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

Kai? I'm here under protest.

Thoreau made me come into the network.

Sounds like he'd make you a good agent.

Jacket looks good on you.

Did you get a chance to check out that painting of your mother's?

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 of my life. You mean I'm proud of her

success? You mean how she died with nothing and now all these rich jerks are

making a huge profit off of 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.

It's a bitter pill to swallow.

Yeah, I used to get so mad about it.

But now I'm channeling it to 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 will want you to meet.

That's it? Yeah.

Just a little to the left.

I'm in.

Any luck out there?

The art appraiser and their client are interesting.

Since the other paintings burned, the value of their painting 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.

Really?

Wait a minute. I know this building. It's across from the Johnson Street

Bridge.

Faces west.

But Esther only painted south-facing subjects.

Shane, this painting's a fake.

I have $50,000. Do I have $55,000?

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. Bid her $40,000. $55,000. Do I have $60

,000?

$60,000. Back to bid her $26,000 in the front.

Sophia's supposedly the leading expert on history. Well, she's either terrible

at her job or she's in on the scam.

65,000 to the lady in red. Bidder 35 looking for 70.

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

Sophia? Sophia?

75. 75,000. Bidder 23, we have a new player, ladies and gentlemen. 75,000.

Bidding sets at 75.

I authenticated this myself.

It has the same lead paint, same canvas, same brush stroke 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 abundance of caution, I will pull the painting and do further

research. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.

Well, we just cost her a million bucks.

Fiona responded to my dim sum text.

Sounds good. Oh, it is on.

Don't worry.

I'll mom talk and fire talk. I won't cheat and case talk. Don't worry.

Two of your tangents in, she'll be showing you the door.

Please. My tangents are what keeps this going. No, baby, that's my patient.

So what do you think?

Is Sophia duped by the forger, or is she in on it?

Either way, there's another player. Sophia's an appraiser, not a forger.

So who's painting the fakes? Whoever this Carl Liu is, maybe he can tell us.

Thank you, So Ping.

I'll keep you updated.

Did you say that Carl Lee was our forger?

Not unless he paints from beyond the grave.

Carl's dead?

Yeah, a few years now, but that is not the biggest surprise in 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 arm.

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 have

looked at the paintings.

And exposed Kai's fakes.

You used spray paint to black out the security cameras at the gallery and the

Beckmesians' 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.

What about the other three?

I don't know.

I gave mine to Sophia like Earl suggested, and she sold it. Wait.

Earl connected you to Sophia?

He said she'd get the best price.

Earl.

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

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 a.m. Were you?

I was at home.

Asleep.

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. Sophia took it. He needs to get rid of it. I gotta get

Sophia's.

So, Kai inherits an authentic painting from his dad, makes a quick buck.

Earl sees this, forges three more paintings, gets his pal Sophia to

authenticate them all. Earl rakes in some serious cash.

Sophia, 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. Now, 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 Piers

Brosnan as the man from Mrs. Doubtfire?

Angie, look.

Shane!

We gotta get her out of there.

Sophia? Sophia, can you hear me?

Sophia?

She's responsive.

I can't wait to tell Fi about this.

Cheryl,

we gotta go after him. We can't leave Sophia by herself.

Did we lose him?

No, I can't see him.

No, he's up there.

Where am I?

Where's O?

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.

Thank you, lad. Let me out. It's a car chase, not a bus.

Go left.

Left? I'm lefting. You're supposed to accelerate out of a turn, not into one.

Dex needs his parents alive.

I believe he betrayed me.

You can't believe that the man who paints counterfeits double-crossed you?

I see your point.

All right, 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 did

you think he was going to 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.

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.

Hit maneuver.

What did I just say?

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

He's never going to make the turn out of this lot. It's too tight. No, it's going

to go wide. Just watch.

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.

That'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.

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 going to like.

In these parts, sounds good as a polite non-commitment.

Oh.

Bye-bye, Fianji.

My husband's from back east, too. It took him a while to get used to it.

Hungry? Uh, 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 you're a useful

cover for that.

Yeah, I'd love that.

And that's a real yes.

Great.

That's the thing about leaving home