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There you go! On the house.

- What's the occasion?
- Well, when you bake a
tray of spiced triple A beef

enrobed in puff pastry,
that is the occasion.

So you're taking over the kitchen now?

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

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

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

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

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

Uh... on second thought, why
don't we stay here for a minute?

- I'm sure Zoe has
everything under control.
- Not so fast, Chow.

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

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

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

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

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

Speaking of which, do
you know Riley Larson?

If I never hear from that over coiffed
jackass again it'll be too soon, why?

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

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

Designer suit, too much cologne,
excessive use of the word "broski".

Well... and how do you know this guy?

Riley's a Bay Street criminal lawyer
my dad and I worked for a few times.

He reps the scum of the earth, and he is
pretty good at keeping them out of jail.

With an assist from the Everett Agency.

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

Apparently Riley opened a new practice.

He wants us to find out who threw
a brick through his front window,

which narrows our suspect list
down to anybody he's ever met.

Unionville, uh? Not exactly
what I was expecting.

Me neither, the Riley I knew was
more of a glass and concrete guy.

- Why would he set up shop here?
- Uh... nicely gentrified.

Lots of new money, I get the attraction.

Yeah, if you're opening a bakery or
a ye olde fudge shop, not a law firm.

Zoe must've got the wrong address.

No! I don't think so.

Riley's Flying Motorcycle Club?

So your buddy's a biker now?

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

There's something really
weird about all this.

Maybe there's a back entrance.

It's open.

Hello? Riley?

Hello?

Angie.

Is that meant for us?

Is that some kind of joke?

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

I just got jumped.

♪ I see you and you see me ♪

♪ Watch you blowin' the lines
when you're makin' a scene ♪

♪ Oh boy, you've got to know ♪

♪ What my head overlooks ♪

♪ The senses will show to my heart ♪

♪ When it's watching for lies
'cause you can't escape my ♪

♪ Private Eyes
They're watching you ♪

♪ Private Eyes ♪

♪ They're watching you,
watching you, watching you ♪

♪ Watching you ♪

I was coming here to meet
you to talk about the brick

when I heard a... a noise at my workbench.

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

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

I wouldn't have figured you for the biker.

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

- Yeah, well, I quit law last year.
- You quit, why?

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

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

I'm not your "bro", and
here's your backstory,

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

I can imagine why.

Look, I'm just... I'm tired of these
yokels treating us like a gang, alright!

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

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

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

It, uh... it happened
yesterday around 7 a.m.

I was back here when I heard a crash.

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

At least they're consistent.

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

Well, it's funny, you know how many cops
I've taken apart on the witness stand?

- They already hate me,
and that was before the rally.
- What rally?

I'm hosting a motorcycle rally tomorrow.

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

Oh, maybe this has
something to do with that.

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

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

Instead they... they hold a... a
protest at the community centre.

They who?

For twelve years, our community has

been among the safest in
the greater Toronto area.

But since the arrival of Mr. Larson,
there have been noise violations,

unruly activity at our local pubs,
and a dramatic increase in crime,

- including vandalism and assault.
- Wooh... what are you talking about?

- Both of those attacks
were against my club!
- Yeah!

- Part of a pattern of violence
that started when you arrived.
- Sit down, lady!

As leader of the Unionville
Preservation Society,

I'm asking one last time to cancel this
reckless bike rally tomorrow, thank you.

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

We'll take your words under advisement.

Mr. O'Connor?

Yeah, I manage the Unionville Arms
Pub, and, uh... Riley's club has been

the best thing ever happened
to us, sales are way up.

What? Speak for yourself!

- My boutique has lost
nearly half its revenue.
- You got to think long term, Lola.

This rally will bring in
all kinds of tourists.

Yeah, tattooed hoodlums from Millhaven!

Yeah! Thank you.

Little trick from my punk band days.

Now I know some of you are concerned with
the number of bikers showing up tomorrow,

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

And Riley has also promised

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

- Yeah, the charity in his pockets!
- Riley never mentioned a charity.

Weird, he's not one to hide
things that make him look good.

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

As I was saying, in my opinion,

the benefits of holding the
rally outweigh the risks.

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

Our fearless leader has a temper,
you think she's behind this?

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

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

And I am really regretting
telling you that.

Her name is Wendy Meisner, she's the leader
of the Unionville Preservation Society.

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

- of the local chapter of the I-Don't-
Give-A-Rat's-Ass Society, alright?
- Come on, Maz!

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

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

Every login to the network is monitored.

Besides, she eats private eyes for breakfast.

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

Who's the newbie?

Danica Powers, some uniform
headquarters dumped on us for a week.

She's doing that to be a detective.

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

Come on, Maz, don't make me post a pic

of a certain detective
rocking a vintage bowl cut.

You're bluffing.

- Powers! Get over here.
- Yes, sir?

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

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

- Okay!
- Okay! Right! Yeah!

- This is, uh... Shade and Angie, two
of my, uh... confidential informants.
- Hello!

Fakes names, of course. Go ahead.

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

Meisner, founder of the
Unionville Preservation Society.

Oh, actually, yes, one incident of

malicious destruction of
property, later dropped.

Oh, looks like she smashed some of her

ex-husband's artwork
during a messy divorce.

- What's this about?
- Ah... we're just looking
into some death threats.

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

Uh... 867-5309.

- Okay! I'll log that right now!
- Wait, wait! No need, no need!

I will take care of it, that's
plenty for today, great work.

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

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

I would hardly call it art.

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

- But you don't deny smashing it.
- I wanted his things out of my house
and I "accidentally damaged it".

The way you "accidentally
assaulted" Riley Larson?

No, I swear I wasn't there.

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

- I was having breakfast.
- With who?

My friend, Lola Melloncamp.

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

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

My boutique sells high-end
clothing and jewelry.

Some are estate sale pieces
that are extremely valuable.

My clients hate the
sound of revving engines

almost as much as Lou Lou here, yes.

I have no choice but to
close my shop tomorrow.

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

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

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

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

Because he's a scam artist.

You wanna know how to tell if Riley
Larson is lying? His lips are moving.

Ugh... Classic Riley, making
friends wherever he goes.

What do you suppose she meant by that?

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

Doesn't jive with the Riley Larson I know.

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

Hah... so how do you think
we are gonna get to the truth?

Why don't we ask somebody?

Whoa... you really think
confronting a bunch of bikers

on their home turf is such a great idea?

You got a better one?

- Hey! Welcome.
- Hey!

I'm Tiny, are you signing
up for tomorrow's rally?

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

Which one is it again?

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

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

Is there a website we could check out?

- You guys cops?
- No.

- What's your ride?
- A Honda.

- Yeah? What kind?
- Uh... it's a...

- uh... it's a...
- It's a Honda Gold Wing Valkyrie,
the power cruiser from hell.

1500 cc's, she tops out at about,
mm... 210. Isn't that right, honey?

Yeah, it's right.

- Oh, sweet ride.
- Yeah!

Well, sign up here, leave the sheet
there and I'll see you two tomorrow.

Thanks, Tiny!

What the hell was that?

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

Fine! And I do all the
talking starting now!

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

Shadow?

Dude, I am like so geeking out here.

Matt Shade, in my bar, man!

I can't... I got your, uh... I got
your card in here somewhere.

- You a big fan of the Tropics?
- Uh... yeah.

That's Maui, one day I'm gonna
open up a tiki bar there.

You know, somewhere they don't
care who your clientele is, right?

As a bartender, you must hear things.
Any idea who's after Riley?

Believe me, I've been listening,
so far no one's owning up.

Here we go.

- I really appreciate this.
- Yeah, no problem.

So, um... do you know Lola
Mellencamp and Wendy Meisner?

Yeah, sure, Lola's a regular.

Uh... Wendy comes in
for breakfast sometimes.

- Like today.
- Today? No, I open late on Fridays.
- Oh... thanks, man.

Thank you!

- So Wendy has no alibi at all.
- More importantly, she chose to lie,
and got her friend Lola to cover it up.

Well, let's check it out.

Look familiar?

What the hell is going on out here?

We were just about to
ask you the same thing.

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

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

Our client needs to know,
you got ten seconds.

Because she was with me.

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

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

It's complicated, we represent
two very passionate bases.

And though Bryce is
friendly with the bikers,

- I've come to realize he can be a lot more
reasonable than some of my own group.
- And vice versa.

We started to understand each other.

- And somewhere along
the way, there were sparks.
- Sometimes work can bring out
chemistry in unexpected ways.

You... you must know what that's like.

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

My members at the Unionville
Preservation Society would have a fit

if they knew that Bryce and I were
romantic, they'd think I sold out.

Only Lola knows about our relationship,
and we'd like to keep it that way.

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

We were here, during the assault, together.

Is that forthcoming enough for you?

- Ah...
- What about the broken window?

Well, she had nothing
to do with that either.

Tell them, Wendy.

Wendy?

- Are you serious?
- I only did it because some in my
group thought I was getting soft.

I was planning on paying
Riley back anonymously.

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

Oh... Wendy Meisner, wow.

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

Which means you may wanna
consider canceling the rally.

No, I'm not canceling my rally.

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

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

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

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

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

Well, that's what I'm
paying you to find out!

I'm sorry, old habits.

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

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

I'll pay you double to keep watch, whatever
it takes, but I'm not canceling my rally.

Detective Mazhari, I was wondering

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

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

Because when I mentioned
it to Inspector Carson...

- You told Inspector Carson?
- Sure.

Um... she asked me for the file number but
I couldn't seem to find it in the system.

You've opened a file, right? 867-5309?

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

analog, gotta input the data into the...

Yeah, okay, um... so... okay.

Uh... just let me know when it's up

because I definitely want to keep
Carson in the loop, you know.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Angie? Help.

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

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

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

Perimeter check completed,
no suspicious activity detected.

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

Thank you, that's very nice, thank you.

Does she have an off switch?

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

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

and her girlfriend bottle-feeding
their baby pugs, Cameron and Diaz.

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

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

I'm sorry, which part of
that is the bright side?

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

- Whoa... check it out,
a 1972 Norton Commando.
- Alright, hold the phone!

When were you gonna tell me
you were this into bikes?

Oh! I'm not, it's... it's my dad's thing.

He used to take me for picnic
road trips up the escarpment.

Uh... you still ride?

Oh, just because your dad's gone, doesn't
mean you have to give up what you love.

Two beers for our fellow colleagues.

And because Danica correctly pointed
out we're on duty, two sodas for us.

- Yeah! Cheers!
- Cheers!

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

- He's bringing back the Bogart
look, that's not a crime, you know.
- It's way too hot for riding.

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

Shoot, we lost him.

I got him!

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

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

Hey, come... come on, look out.

Are you okay? Meet Sergeant Earle Capshaw,

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

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

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

- Thank you, Sir!
- Sarcastic!

I think I jumped the
gun a little bit there.

Sip... don't sneak out,
don't sneak out again today.

Thanks for coming out,
guys, I appreciate it.

It is my honour to announce
the first annual Riley's Rally,

uh... to raise money in support
of the Harbour Women's Shelter.

Thank you!

So, Flying Bikers, start your engines!

Oh, that was the last devil.
Rally's over, no sign of danger.

Yeah, unless you're a Gulf War veteran.

Go easy on her, she was just excited.

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

before one of us takes out a nun.

What's going on?

I got no idea.

Oh! Heads up! Clear the way! Yeah.

- Hey, what happened?
- What do you think happened?

I was right all along. Come on, sweetie.
Come on, sweetie.

Well, looks like one of the bikers used the
rally as a distraction to rob Lola's shop.

Uh... that's bad news for
Riley, we should go tell him.

Uh... you don't have to do that.

I think he already knows.

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

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

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

She asked me to come
to her shop right away.

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

- And that didn't seem weird to you?
- No, she's let me in that way before.

Lola and I were briefly romantic.

- And you don't think we could've
used this information earlier?
- When was I supposed to tell you?

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

- We parted as friends.
- Oh, yeah! 'Cause that's your strong suit.

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

Oh... okay, I knew something
was wrong right away.

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

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

I... I... I wanted to make
sure Lola was okay,

so I went right over to
the smashed display case.

- And that's when I saw my satchel...
- Your satchel?

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

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

Who... I should put you
in charge more often.

Yeah, I knew my carrot and
coriander soup would kill! Ha! Ha!

You know, when, uh... Jules had her
movie nights, I always had to make more.

How did your... how did
your date go with your son?

- Uh... it was great.
- Great!

- Yeah! He misses me.
- Yeah?

Yeah...

What's wrong?

Noah wants me to spend
more time there, in Trinidad.

You should go, I can handle this place.

No, I'm talking a month, maybe
more, I can't do that to you.

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

To Trinidad?

You... you'd love it there, and I was
thinking... if we sold this place,

we'd have enough money to go
back and forth as much as we want.

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

And I've... I've seen how
much you love this place.

Yeah, well, I also like
okra and macaroni pie.

So you'll consider it?

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

Boy meets girl, girl plots revenge,
boy goes to prison, it's textbook.

Riley is anything but textbook,
he's always working an angle.

I don't like the guy either, but why would
he hire us if he was planning a robbery?

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

Mm... that's' a bit of a stretch.

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

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

A stubborn alpha male seeking a second act.

Why am I getting a déja vu?

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

Let's assume he didn't break in,
where does that leave us?

With a client who says he was framed,

and a jilted ex-lover who
maintains her innocence.

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

It's Riley, he's the one who's lying.

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

Ah... Lou Lou! Sorry!

She's always getting into something.

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

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

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

Uh... there's a difference between covering
for a friend and planning some frame job.

Riley said he got a FlashYak
message from you just before 2 p.m.

Do you mind telling us where you were?

Right next door, in Aiden's bar,
with earplugs, drinking Negronis.

There are six witnesses who can confirm
that, and my cell never left my purse.

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

I checked that door
three times before I left,

that's how worried I
was about these bikers.

- What time was that?
- 9 a.m.

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

And there was no sign of a break-in.

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

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

Why would Riley try to rob you?

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

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

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

- What's your theory?
- You want to know the truth
about why Riley quit law?

Ask him about his last client.

Riley's last client was Kirby Dunham,

charged with first degree murder for
pushing his wife off a penthouse balcony.

Dunham claimed she fell, but Riley
didn't present a very good case.

Some even say he tanked it on purpose.

- Why would he do that?
- Not sure.

But I did find a chatroom
rumour that says Riley found

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

Ouch, that would sour
attorney-client relations.

- Maybe Kirby wanted Riley to feel
what it's like to be wrongly accused.
- Mm... but Kirby had an alibi.

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

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

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

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

You think this Zane guy
wants to avenge his brother?

Only one way to find out.

So how are we gonna play this?

Well, we're just gonna shake
his tree and see what falls out.

I love it when you talk P.I.

Skull door knocker, nice touch.

- Tiny?
- Or should we say Zane Dunham?

I was furious when my
brother got convicted.

I stopped thinking straight.

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

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

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

Mind telling us where you
were during the rally?

On my bike riding the
circuit with everyone else.

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

He knows, I told him.

Look, I admit, I paid him a visit
when the verdict came down,

and things could have gone
a certain way, but they didn't.

Not after he showed me
the evidence against Kirby.

What evidence?

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

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

Then Riley showed me the pictures.

Bruises all over her body.

All these years and I didn't know.

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

- What happened after that?
- Riley and I started to talk.

He told me about the guilt, how all those
years of helping abusive men took its toll.

Then he told me his idea
for the motorcycle rally

to raise money for the women's shelter.

He said it was just a PR move.

Of course he'd say that,
he's a guy, we burry our guilt.

Uh... we gotta ask, where
were you Saturday morning?

In Montreal, with my nephew.

We made it back in time for the town hall.

I can show you the train ticket.

I didn't do this, okay?

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

- Hey, Matt!
- Hey, Dad!

- Woah! Tough day, uh?
- You don't wanna know.

No, nothing a little borscht couldn't cure.

- Borscht?
- Yeah!

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

She ate it by the bucketful.

- There you go, try that.
- Oh...

Wow! It's actually really good!

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

Um... what would you say if I told you
that we were thinking of selling the diner?

I thought you loved that place.

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

I can buy cheap in Trinidad
and take up surfing!

- Surfing?
- Yeah!

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

She'll be back from Europe next week.

Well, I... I can fly back and forth,
and she's gonna be in university soon,

you... you're not gonna need
me around here forever.

Are you sure about this, Dad?

The Red Bird has never been so busy
and I've never seen you so happy.

Yeah, well, I am enjoying it,
but Shona needs her family.

Oh, she's not the only one.

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

Yeah.

- Trinidad?
- It threw me for a loop.

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

I'm with you there, but, like my Dad used
to say, "Life is about finding your place."

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

Talk about a 180.

- What?
- Well, speaking of 180s, we were
wondering why Riley suddenly quit law.

We know why, Kirby Dunham.

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

- Thanks for posting bail.
- Don't worry, we'll add it to the bill.

What's going on?

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

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

You defended him before, didn't you?

I tried to get past it, you know, continue
my job, but I got him acquitted.

Me.

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

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

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

So the women's shelter thing, it's
not about "ticking the right boxes."

It's about redemption.

I guess it didn't work.

Look, we know you didn't do this,
but... we need something to go on.

Apparently, they're still
missing a diamond brooch.

- They've searched Lola's
place three times, I mean...
- They think you stashed it somewhere.

10 bucks says it's still in that satchel.

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

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

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

The brooch, we heard, how much?

Appraised value: 95K, and before you
say anything, it's not in the satchel.

My boys searched it with a fine-
tooth comb, it is not in there.

- You mean this satchel?
- OK, can you not, Shade?

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

- Give me the bag!
- Whoa...

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

Perfect match.

So, you're saying the person who stole
my satchel also tagged my wall, why?

To disguise their true intentions.

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

That morning you came in here, you heard
a noise coming from your workbench.

- You went over to investigate,
you got knocked out.
- Right, so?

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

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

Not yet, the suspect
added it after the fact.

Whoever broke in here broke in here for
another reason, to steal your satchel.

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

Let me guess, there was a can

of that colour green spray paint
somewhere in the workshop?

You know what, I... yeah, I was
doing a touch-up job here last week.

It was right there on the shelf.

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

between you and the community
to cover their tracks.

So, this was never about the rally.

Hah... this was all about framing me.

Which means if we find the vandal,
we find the real jewel thief.

Sorry to bother you, we
have a few more questions.

We believe there's a link
between the robbery

of your store and the assault on Riley.

Can you think of anyone who had
a vendetta against both of you?

Vendetta? No, this is a tight-knit
community, we take care of each other.

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

What is it?

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

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

No, I mean your alarm.

You said you set it at nine in
the morning the day of the rally.

How come Lou Lou didn't trip it?

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

Which means anyone would be free
to walk around inside the shop,

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

That is generally how
perimeter alarms work, yes.

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

It means we're gonna need to know
more about your relationship

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

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

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

Wouldn't have pegged you for a Negroni guy.

Oh, Lola suggested them.

Lola does love her Negronis.

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

We may have dated a few times.

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

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

Except she was into another dude.

What can I say? Her loss.

You got that right, 95K to be exact.

That's the value the brooch that
went missing after the robbery.

Would make a nice down
payment on that tiki bar of yours.

Your drinks.

- Ooh!
- Wow.

- That packs a wallop.
- Yeah.

I'd be pretty tipsy after six of those.

That's the exact number Lola drank
the day of the motorcycle rally.

Yeah, you know, a girl gets that drunk,
she's likely to lose track of her purse,

which would be a perfect
opportunity to swipe her phone

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

Are you finished?

Oh, no, we're just getting started.

Hey, hey, whoa! Wait!

You can't go back there!

Whoa!

Hey, hey! Whoa! Hey!

- Hey! This office is private.
- Sure is.

Perfect place to do a drywall Reno.

I haven't been doing any drywall.

Well, that's funny... because I
found drywall dust on Lola's cat,

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

Probably right behind this poster...

Here's Johnny!

Yeah, that would've been a
lot cooler if I had the axe.

It's a pretty clever plan, actually.

Using the noise of the
engines from the rally

to hide the sound of you
breaking through the wall.

Knocking out Riley and tagging the wall
to confuse the cops was a nice touch.

And props for your speed, bro.

The way you broke in, smashed the
display case, and laid the booby trap.

In what, three minutes? Plus, you still had
time to wiggle the shelf back into place...

Then all you had to do was get Lola drunk
enough to swipe her phone and lure Riley.

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

but you also get to make off with this.

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

Matt? Angie? Angie!

Nobody messes with our neighbourhood.

- Alright, make way, please!
- Mr. O'Connor, you're under arrest.

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

I'm working on the do-one-thing
but do-it-right principle

for the next phase of The Red Bird.

Next phase? I thought you
were selling this place.

Yeah, I thought about what you said, Son.

Shona and I talked about it, and... she
realizes that this is where I need to be.

So, does that mean she's staying?

She caught the red-eye
to Trinidad last night.

Well, hold on, you said she needed to sell
this place to have money for Trinidad.

She did sell it.

You bought the diner outright?

Yeah, it's... it's the right
decision for both of us.

It gives us both more choice.

Well, what does that mean
for your relationship?

Well, it... it means that
relationships... are hard.

Thank you, Officer.

Detective Mazhari?

We need to talk.

- Talk, yes.
- Are you familiar with
case number 867-5309?

No, sounds catchy though.

It's just that you're the senior officer in
the bullpen, and according to my reports

the, uh... first person to log in this
case was Officer Danica Powers.

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

with her mentorship, sort
of have her come to where

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

All I need to know is did she bring
this case to you, or did you find it?

It was a team effort.

OK, I was hoping you'd say that.

- Yeah?
- This is fantastic work, Mazhari.

You and Officer Powers solved
a robbery and assault together.

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

and I extended Ms. Powers' detective
internship for three months.

I want you to take her under your wing.

She is not to leave your sight for
the duration, understood? OK.

- Yeah, yeah.
- This is the start of something very special.
- Special, yeah, exactly.

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

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

Oh! Detective Mazhari, check this out.

Hmm, paid in full.

- You always had that going for you.
- If nothing else.

You know, maybe they'd embrace you more
in Unionville if you opened up a little.

Yeah, well... that's easier said than done.

True.

But that guy you hide inside?

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

Back in my lawyer days,
was I ever a jackass to you?

No.

You're a good liar...

like your father.

- I miss that old bugger.
- Yeah, me too.

- He was a good P.I.
- Mmhmm, and you're an even better one.

If he were still around, he'd be proud.

Thank you.

♪ If I told you everything I've seen ♪

♪ You would not believe ♪

♪ Can't settle down in tiny boxes ♪

♪ I'd rather breathe the open sea ♪

♪ I'd rather breathe the open sea ♪

♪ Put 100000 miles on wheels ♪

♪ And strangers became friends ♪

♪ I shook hands with the best of them ♪

♪ And traded stories ♪

♪ I knew I'd forgive ♪

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

I have a motorcycle, I get it.

- It's perfect.
- Stop.

Come on, Bryce, get in there, don't be shy.

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

- ♪ To feel our dream ♪
- Come back for some soup.

- Hey!
- Glad you're here, Dad.

Thanks, Son.
So, where's your work wife?

We're gonna run out before she gets here.

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

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

♪ We don't know where we're going ♪

♪ That don't stop you and me ♪

♪ And the big sky hovers over ♪

♪ Taunting me and you ♪

♪ Take those fears we had as kids ♪

♪ And throw them towards the moon ♪

♪ 'Til they're out of you ♪

♪ And no, the sky ain't big enough ♪

♪ To fill our dreams ♪

♪ No the sky ain't big enough ♪

♪ To fill our dreams ♪

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

♪ That don't stop you and me ♪

♪ Come on ♪