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Ah! The suspension in
that truck is non-existent.

Thanks for driving, Angie.

Apparently, I have to get an eye test

in order to renew my licence. Who knew?

No problem. How's it
going with the campaign?

Is there anything I can
do to help the cause?

Yeah! I have to get the vote out.

If you wanna hand out flyers,

you can have bottomless poutine all day.

Uh, sold!

Ooh. I wonder if I
stocked enough truffles.

Truffles?

For a car show audience?

Classic car show
audience. Big difference.

Matt and I have been coming
to these since he was a kid.

Father-son tradition.

So you're responsible for his
obsession with old, expensive cars.

Guilty as charged.

You shouldn't be on your
phone while you're driving

- that hunk of metal.
- I'm actually parked

at the Convention Centre,
so this hunk of metal

outpaced your fancy fast car.

Remind me again why you didn't
drive your dad's truck here?

Nobody drives my baby but me.

See you soon.

Sir, I would be happy
to park your car for you.

That's OK.

It is what I get paid to do.

And I'm sure you're great at it.

- Cameron.
- Cameron.

I have an accident-free
four-star rating.

That's great. But listen.

Under no circumstances
are you to move this car.

Are you aware this spot
is technically outside

the Platinum Valet parking area?

I'm sorry. Did you say something?

Nothing at all, sir.

Glad we understand each other.

You think you're taking this whole

"nobody parks my baby but
me" thing a smidge too far?

I had a very specific
parking spot in mind.

You'll notice that this spot
is very near the entrance

where the show cars get detailed.

- Ah. A riff-raff free zone.
- Exactly.

I'm gonna go earn my poutine.

Hey, guys!

Well, look at that handsome specimen.

Well, hello, Nicola.

And no, my car is not for sale.

Oh. 1969 911, mint
condition, celebrity owner.

You know that I am the best
luxury car broker in North America.

I could get you three
times what it's worth.

In fact, I have a client in
Florida looking for one right now.

You know what's funny? Last year,

you said you could get
me four times book value.

Did I say three? I meant five.

You know my answer, Nicola.

It's not for sale.

I'm here all week.

This is a lot of shiny metal.

Oh, it's a thing of beauty, isn't it?

Ow.

What's the matter? Your
bullet wound acting up?

It was weeks ago, Shade.
I'm fully healed. I'm fine.

Look, this one's up from Texas.

Yeah. A lot of them seem
to be from down south.

Hm.

- Hey, it's your car's twin!
- No, no, no, no, no.

See, that's a '74.

Mine is a '69. Much more elegant car.

What other human being
would even notice that?

It's identical.

Like what you see?

Uh... I've seen it all before.

I doubt that.

I'm Mark Lyte, former hockey superstar.

But everyone calls me Lytnin'.

Of course they do.

This is your car?

You must be so proud.

I'd be even prouder to have a
gorgeous lady grace the passenger seat.

Thanks, but I already know
one former hockey superstar

with an obsession for fancy cars.

Isn't that right, Shade?

- Get away from my partner!
- Get away from my Porsche!

- You call that a Porsche?
- Matt Shade!

- Gloves off.
- Whoa, whoa! Enough!

Back to your corners or penalty benches.

- Box.
- Whatever.

You know this guy?

Yeah. We work together.

- My condolences.
- Oh, that's funny coming from you.

Is there a problem here?

No. We were just leaving.

Come on.

So I sense a story here.

- Yeah, it was a long time ago.
- Apparently, not long enough.

Shade?

Where's your car?

The Porsche is missing?

The Porsche? Yikes.
Is Shade freaking out?

That might be putting it mildly.

Well, I assume you've
done all the basics?

The car show won't get involved.

Park at your own risk, et cetera.

The valet is conveniently
away from his post, so...

when can you get here?

Oh, Angie, I'm sorry. I can't. I'm
up to my eyeballs in open cases.

I could open another
file. What's one more?

You can't spare a few minutes?

No. I can send a uniform, um, but, uh,

a missing car is just not at the
top of my priority list today.

No, I get it. Believe me. Um...

forget the uniform. We'll
do some poking around

- and let you know what we find.
- OK. Roger dodger.

Roger dodger?

What's this all about?

Or do I wanna know?

Becca! Are you a classic car buff too?

Oh, I'm here to scope out
some wheels for myself.

You know, I always wanted
a little vintage beauty,

and Matt would never
let me drive his, so.

Yeah. Some things never change.

But am I ever happy to see you.

The Porsche is missing.

Ah.

So this makes so much more sense now.

Does it? I mean, I know he's
attached to the car, but...

No, it's more than just a car.

It was the first thing he
bought when he turned pro.

Oh. He never told me that.

To him, it's a symbol of all
his hard work and success.

Now I feel bad for all the mocking.

Oh, hell no. Don't stop the mocking.

That's part of what he loves about you.

So... you're not just
here window shopping?

I renegotiated my contract,

and it now includes full
compensation for the car of my dreams.

- Which is?
- That's a good question.

Muscle car, convertible,

full James Bond.

Hey. Is Danica on her way?

Shade, I'm so sorry. Anything I can do.

Thanks, Becca. Why not?

- She can send a uniform, but... priorities.
- Fine.

I don't even need any cops. I
know exactly who stole my Porsche.

Uh-oh. I haven't seen
that face in years.

- What's that face?
- The kind of face he used to make

right before he sent some
guy from the other team

to the hospital for stitches.

- Hey.
- Hey!

Hey! That's Matt Shade!

Shadow and Lyte, together again!

Yeah, just like old times. Right, buddy?

Just like old times.

- Hey, can I get both of your autographs?
- Yeah!

Know how to write your own name yet?

Do you wanna know how to spell yours?

What's the story? He won't tell me.

They used to be so close.

Came up through the hockey
youth ranks together.

Got drafted to the pros together.

When I met Matt, they were inseparable.

- Obviously not anymore.
- Here you go, bud.

Then, out of nowhere, Lytnin' got traded

and wouldn't take Matt's calls.

They only time they did
have contact was the all-out,

gloves off brawl every
time they met on the ice.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

I tried to get it out of Matt for years,

but he wouldn't tell
me. Whatever it was,

I don't think he
really ever got over it.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. Um...

I... thought the backfire
sounded like a gunshot.

You know, you're allowed to be not OK.

No. I mean, I... I should be
over this. I mean, physically,

I'm... I'm completely recovered,
and I don't know why my brain just...

reacts.

I'll figure it out. Heh. I will.

Where did they go?

You know damn well what you did!

Hey! What the hell
are you talking about?

- What am I talking about?
- MATT!

Stop it.

Hey, Becks.

Well, don't you look amazing.

Well, you held up pretty well yourself.

No, no, no, no. You guys can
exchange pleasantries later.

WHERE IS IT?

Shade's Porsche.

- It's missing.
- No, it's not missing. It was stolen!

He thinks you might have

- something to do with it.
- Oh, I don't think it.

- I know it.
- That's insane!

BOYS! Enough!

That's mom voice. Works like a charm.

Lytnin', tell Matt what you know.

Nothing.

All right? A man's car
disappearing is no joke.

I'd never do that to anyone.

I swear on my own Porsche,
I had nothing to do with it.

Besides, outside of
visiting the autograph table,

I haven't left my booth all day.

That's a good alibi, Shade.

Think about it.

- There are more likely suspects.
- Like who?

- Valet, for example.
- Cameron? No.

- We had an understanding.
- Right.

You parked your car somewhere
that no one would notice

if it left for a little joyride.

Have you never seen
Ferris Bueller's Day Off?

What kind of a valet steals a car?

The kind who wasn't allowed to
drive the car to its parking spot?

It's on the log,

which means he wasn't
trying to hide it. Hook 24.

- Gone.
- Well, at least it wasn't hot-wired.

- Chrysanthemum.
- I actually prefer tulips.

Sorry. I'm doing an Anne of
Green Gables quiz, and I am...

- Zoe, focus!
- Shade!

I sent all your info to Danica,

your insurance and
license plate. Any news?

A prospective lead, actually.

Can you look into a valet
company, A Plus Gold Valet Service?

Am I looking for anything in particular?

Yeah, a valet named Cameron.
Check out his history.

Yeah, and while you're at it,

see what you can dig
up on Nicola Hawthorne.

She's a classic car broker,

been trying to get me
to sell my car for years.

Got it, boss. Bosses.

All right. I'm gonna
go check out security.

OK. I'm gonna go sniff
around that broker,

see if she heard anything about your car

suddenly popping up on the market.

Wait. You're gonna go
undercover as a classic car buff?

What, I can't be rich and bored?

You don't know the first thing

about these fine specimens
of vintage craftsmanship.

But I do know someone
currently in the market.

Hm!

I'm hoping you can help me out, Seth.

Yeah, I can't understand
how this could've happened.

But you parked close to
where we've been detailing

the cars that are a part of the show?

Look, there are protocols in place

and a very strict schedule for the
movement of each individual car.

I checked with my staff,

and they swear it's impossible
yours would've been taken by mistake.

But what about that valet, Cameron?

I have my team out searching
for him. We'll find him.

Is he the only valet working today?

Yeah. It's a weekday, so it's
not busy enough for more staff.

Ah.

That's, uh, everything from today,

all the cameras we've
got on the exterior.

Unfortunately, the valet section
of the parking lot isn't covered.

You know, maybe check with Russell
over at the detailing garage.

It's below where you parked.
Maybe he saw something.

Thanks.

Ladies, are we buying or selling?

She's buying. I'm just here for support.

Ah, well, always good to have a friend.

I don't really know
what I'm looking for.

Oh. Well, the car is
an expression of you,

or what you want people to think of you.

You can go bold, fun,

classic, extravagant.

- The sky's the limit.
- And budget, you mean.

I want it to say: here is a
woman who made it on her own.

- What about a Porsche?
- Always in style.

- Any particular model?
- Yeah, I... I don't know

- if a Porsche is for me.
- Really?

1969 911? You've always liked that car.

Oh, yes! Ah. What a car.

That's a bit expected.

I think you're more of an Alfa Romeo.

No. '69 911. In silver.

They're very hard to come by.
I'd have to see what I can find.

So you don't have one currently?

If there was one available,
I would know about it.

I've been trying to get a local
owner to sell me his for years.

But I think we can find
you a better fit. Here.

Take a look around. Come back to me.

We will find your soulmate on
four wheels. I have no doubt.

- Thanks.
- Mmhm.

It seems whoever stole
Shade's Porsche is laying low,

at least for now.

Good. And then you bring the Caddy in.

After this, I'll be back in a few.

Hey. You're, uh, Russell Tims, right?

- Have we met?
- No, but I certainly know who you are:

detailer and mechanic to the stars.

Ah, well, not anymore.

Now, I travel with this show. It's, uh,

much less stressful
shining up a few cars

- than fixing them for fussy owners.
- Ah.

That's why I can't get
an appointment with you.

Listen, I own a silver
'69 911 that I parked

right by the entrance
to your detailing tent.

- Now, it's gone.
- Oh, well, I hate to tell you,

if it was stolen, it could
be in a million pieces by now.

Man, don't say that!

No one would chop her
up. She was a classic!

I hear of it happening more and more.

Oh. I don't suppose you saw anything?

No. Me, I'm, uh, swamped down here,

detailing the cars for the show.

I feel terrible for you.

- Yeah. Well, thanks anyway.
- Yeah.

You know what? Take the insurance.

You'll find another car. One
you'll love even more, I bet.

I don't think I could
replace her that easily.

- But, uh, thanks anyway.
- You bet. Good luck.

Sorry about your baby,
son. I'll keep my eye open.

But, in the meantime,
there's nothing like

a fresh brew in a time of crisis.

- Looks like you're getting the message out, Don.
- Well, thanks to you.

People do seem to be listening.

Of course, that doesn't mean
they're gonna give me their vote.

I mean, Marcy's been the City
Councillor for the last two terms.

All the more reason
it's time for a change.

Well, I know that, and you know that.

But, uh, soup and a smile's
not gonna win this thing. Heh.

- How are you holding up?
- Ah, I'm doing OK.

It's just a car, right?

- Becca told me what it means to you.
- Do you think it's dumb?

No! No, not at all.

I have plenty of sentimental
attachments to material goods.

- Hey, Zoey.
- I got the files.

- I'll start combing through them right away.
- All right, good.

Oh, and I did find something
on that valet, Cameron.

His social media is full
of pictures of shiny cars.

Check your email.

He seemed like such a good kid.

- How much did you tip him?
- The valet?

You know, earlier today, a valet

came running around this
truck like a bat out of hell.

- Running? Not driving?
- Which way?

He went to the neighbouring
parking lot, right over there.

I don't believe I ever
saw him come back either.

But... don't you want your food?

Councillor.

Come to check up on your competition?

- Hardly.
- Then to what do I owe the, uh, pleasure?

Actually, I'm here on
an official capacity.

My office received a complaint
regarding your food truck.

My truck? What...

HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON?

- Mr. Shade, is it?
- Yeah!

I need to see your licenses,
business and drivers, please.

Well, actually, I don't have

my driver's license right
now. I have to renew it.

- You're driving without a license?
- No!

I had somebody drive me here.

Look, I must have left my
wallet back at the diner.

- It's been a bit hectic.
- Mmhm.

You know, Mr. Shade, if you
can't manage your own affairs,

how can your constituents
trust you to manage theirs?

Nice picture, by the way.

Guys!

Guys, wait! Wait.

Hah! I've been chasing you
through the parking lot.

I found a great car.

We're a little busy here, Becks.

- What are you guys doing?
- Searching for a missing valet.

Why would a valet run
into this wasteland?

I don't know. Meet his partner?

Yeah, well, then who
was driving the car?

- I don't know anything anymore.
- It's just a big empty lot.

Even if the Porsche was here,

I don't know how we could confirm it.

Everett, what's that?

That's Cameron!

Look, he's been shot. Becca!

- Call 911.
- Yeah.

Cameron's stable,

but he's in a medically induced coma.

- The bullet just missed his vital organs.
- Thank God.

Yeah. It's a good thing
you showed up when you did.

He lost a lot of blood,
and the surgeon said

he was looking pretty rough.

Getting shot'll do that to you.

I hear you guys have a copy
of yesterday's CCTV footage

from the exterior of the car
show. I'm gonna need it, all of it.

Yeah, Zoe's got it. She's
going through it now.

You guys need to take a step back.

- Danica, we can help.
- I know,

but whoever shot Cameron
was shooting to kill, OK?

This is bigger than a car theft.

Please let me handle this one.

- We're not stopping, right?
- Of course not.

Code Blue.

Time to go.

You OK?

Yeah, I know. You're fine.

- OK. You're sure that's everything?
- Yes, but since I'm here

and you're here and I've already
watched it all all night long...

Fine. Show me what you
found, but then that's it.

- Then you're off the case. OK?
- Absolutely.

- Can I sit?
- No.

OK.

So, there were no
cameras covering the lot

where Shade parked his Porsche,

or near the food trucks where
Don saw Cameron running, but...

check this out.

- OK, what am I looking at?
- That's the drive

from the main parking lot
onto the back service road.

- And that's a silver car.
- I can't confirm that it's Shade's Porsche,

but the timing fits. And check this out.

The back service road ends at
an overflow parking area here.

And that's the parking
lot where Cameron was shot,

so it's a pretty safe bet whoever
shot him drove the Porsche away.

It's too bad that there
weren't any more cameras.

Oh, there are more cameras...

at every major intersection
all across the city.

I hope Cameron's gonna be OK.

Oh, I got your fries!

Why did the thief try and kill him?

Was he double-crossed?

Well, why would he be chasing the
car on foot if he was involved?

Maybe Cameron was trying to stop him.

Whatever the reason, Danica's right.

- This can't just be about your car.
- Yeah, that's true.

There are way more
expensive cars here to steal.

- I'm gonna go take another look around.
- OK.

Oh, hey! Ange!

- Hey!
- How's it going?

- How's Matt?
- Oh.

He's, uh, more traumatized
about his car being stolen

than I am from being shot.

Maybe you're just better at
squashing your feelings down.

Come on, Ange. Talk to me.

I really was OK. But
then, yesterday, and...

and today, at the hospital...

And I'm guessing you haven't
talked to Shade about it.

He's being really patient. He's
just waiting for me to handle...

whatever it is I'm trying to handle.

You know, you don't have to do it alone.

I know.

Maybe it's easier than
accepting what you actually need.

You know what I need?
It's to confront it.

Just like I did with my fear of heights.

I can't afford to freeze
in critical situations,

not when I have other
people to worry about.

Well, promise me that when
you're confronting this fear,

it doesn't involve stepping
in front of another gun.

Scout's honour.

OK. The next sighting is
at Queen and McGee streets.

There's a cemetery right there.
Is that where it went yesterday?

Detective Powers. OK.

OK, let me know the
second the report comes in.

All right.

So the bullet that shot
Cameron came from a Glock 9 mm.

- Is that good?
- One of the better known street guns.

But, if we're lucky,
it'll be in the system.

The Porsche just turned east.

The car turns into a driveway
right before the next light.

- But there's nothing there.
- Just an alley.

Thanks very much for
your help, Zoe, but,

- let's not tell anyone you were here.
- Roger that.

OK. And don't tell Shade and Angie.

Definitely not. I would never.

At least give me a
five-minute head start.

I know where the Porsche is.

Man. I didn't emotionally
prepare myself for that.

Russell was right.

Your baby's being prepped
to sell part by part.

You OK?

Surprisingly... yeah.

That's a nice shiny piece of evidence.

Made a good dent in this wall.

At least it didn't make
a dent in either of us.

You know, I can't believe
Zoe wouldn't wait five minutes

- before she called you guys.
- Oh, she did.

- We were just a lot closer, that's all.
- Sure.

I'm gonna take this to ballistics.

Odds are it'll be a match to
the gun that shot at Cameron.

I guess they figure it's easier to
sell part by part than as a whole.

Yeah. Not to mention more lucrative.

Still, it's been gone a whole day.

That's plenty of time to take
what you need and move on.

It makes no sense to leave
the parts here out in the open,

even if we are in the
warehouse that time forgot.

Why didn't they take the steering
wheel and the gearshift knob?

Those are the real high-ticket items.

I'll follow up with any of
the chop shops on our radar.

You two... go home.

I can't believe you found it.

Yeah. I was starting to think
I was never gonna see it again.

Well, whoever did this
knew what they were doing.

There's barely a scratch
on any of the parts.

You're sure they're all there?

Yeah. Right down to the tiniest screw.

Look. Russell, I know you're
busy with everything here,

but, uh, my guy's out of
town. Could you help me out?

Oh, yeah. Don't worry, Shadow.

I can put this baby back
together. Good as new.

Thanks.

Mr. Shade...

What a traumatic experience
you have been through.

Look, my offer still stands if the
stress of this is just too much.

Ah. You're very kind.

I was actually on my way to see you.

Were you looking to sell my
whole car, or just a few parts?

I would never...

dismantle a beautiful
specimen like this for parts.

I mean, I could see someone
in desperate need of money

- doing something like that.
- You got anyone in mind?

Well, I am not one to sell and tell...

... but your friend, Mr. Lyte,

did approach me a few weeks
ago about selling his car,

either whole or in parts.

His words.

Yeah, that does sound desperate.

I'm afraid so.

I offered him 90 000 cash,

but he said it wasn't enough. He...

He needed 150.

Which is what my car is worth.

Maybe more if you sold
the parts for top dollar.

I'm really sorry. I hope it isn't true.

Angie, what are you doing here?

Apple fritter! Your favourite.

Get your sticky hands away from my desk

because you're gonna ruin my system.

OK. I just thought you might wanna know

that we discovered
a potential suspect...

who has a grudge against
Shade and might be

- in a bit of financial trouble.
- Really?

What's the name?

Mark Lyte.

OK. Well, I need a minute to
get access to his bank records.

Is there anything else you can tell me?

Turns out the gun that
shot at the valet, Cameron,

is indeed a match to the one
that shot at you and Shade.

It's in the system, and it was
used in a major drug raid last year.

What? This is about drugs. But...

what does Shade's car
have to do with drugs?

OK. I'm in.

Mark Lyte's bank account.
Let's take a look.

This is interesting. He had $100 000

- deposited into his account last week.
- From who?

It's a numbered account.
Looks like an offshore code.

I'm gonna put a trace on it.

Half the money disappears almost
immediately. Cash withdrawal.

If he's going through
money at that rate,

then he probably is desperate.

He was gonna sell his beloved Porsche,

and then Shade turned up
and Lytnin' saw another way.

Never tell Shade this,

but he was right.

Looks like Lytnin's been
behind this all along.

Lytnin's car is gone,
which means he's gone.

The coward took off. He
was too chicken to face me.

Who you calling a chicken?

Oh, my gosh! Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- You OK?
- Agh!

- Hey, take it easy.
- Agh!

Are you sure you don't
wanna go to the hospital?

- Nah. Thanks.
- OK.

I've been concussed by much
better men than whoever did this.

- OK. From the top.
- I...

I went to the main
stage to make sure my car

had been moved there
before tomorrow's panel.

It wasn't there. So I went to my booth,

and it wasn't there either.

And then, something really
heavy whacked me on the head.

- You're sure you didn't see anyone?
- No.

No, not until I woke to hear
this guy calling me names.

What? I thought you'd left the country.

How am I supposed to
leave without a car?

- So we're not gonna find your prints on this?
- No way.

I'm the victim here.

OK. I'm gonna get the
forensics expedited.

All right. Now, the cops are
gone. You can cut the crap.

- What?
- You set this up!

You need money. We know
you tried to sell your car.

- That's insane!
- You had a big deposit

put into your bank account, half
of it disappearing right away.

- You guys investigated me?
- Yeah.

And it doesn't look good.

Yes. Nicola appraised my car

when the show was down in Florida.

But then, the show owner
offered me a big advance

against my appearance and photo fees,

provided I sign on
exclusively for the season.

So what happened to the 5OK in cash?

My sister's sick.

Kidney disease.

She's on a transplant list,

but it's getting to the point
where she needs fulltime care.

I bought her a dialysis machine,

but there's a lot to pay
for that goes with it.

And no car means no money.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Can you... think of
anyone who wanted your car?

Or maybe someone who just...
wanted to get back at you?

No.

Look, I know we have a past,

but it's obvious you're a good PI.

You found your car.

Can you find mine?

This is a disaster. Two cars stolen

in two days and a valet shot?

Yeah, can we get back to
Lytnin's Porsche, Seth?

I got a call on my walkie last night

saying the schedule had
changed and not to move his car.

- From who?
- Well, I assumed it was my boss,

but he's saying no, and now I'm thinking

- it must have been the thief.
- Well, who has access to your walkies?

Just my security team, but...

I guess it wouldn't have been
hard to grab one of the extras

- when I'm out of the office.
- And what about your team?

No! No way. They've been with
the show for at least two years.

They're all bonded, and I ran

- thorough background checks myself.
- All right. Well,

can we take a look at your schedule,

including the car movements
and who was driving what?

- Be my guest.
- Thanks.

Oh. Thank you. Thank you so much.

Well, luckily,

my truck passed the
inspection with flying colours.

I just can't believe that
Marcy would play this dirty.

I mean, the only reason to
play dirty is if you think

- your opponent might win.
- Jules is right, Dad.

- You got her scared.
- Well, maybe so, but...

Marcy has low friends in high places.

Who knows what kind of
stunt she's gonna pull next.

It doesn't matter. You've got
a few tricks up your sleeve too.

- I do?
- Jules, for one.

I bet she's got a ton of ideas
Marcy would never think of.

Angie's smart. Listen to Angie.

OK. Let's go, sweetie.

All right, you two, listen.
Lock up when you leave, and, uh,

don't think I haven't counted
the pies in the fridge. OK?

- Have a good night.
- Bye, guys.

Bye, guys.

Two cars stolen in two days.

Both Porches. Both silver.

Is it possible they were
after Lytnin's all along?

Why would they target
Lytnin's car over mine?

His is newer and less rare.

And even if it was a mistake,
why leave your Porsche abandoned?

With the door dismantled.

Danica said the gun that shot Cameron

was also used in a drug deal. Maybe...

this is less about the car itself,

and more about something inside the car.

They hid the drugs in
the driver's side door.

That's why it was taken apart.

But they didn't find what
they were looking for.

Because they had the wrong Porsche.

Wait. Is... Lytnin' smuggling drugs?

No. If he was, he
wouldn't have hired us.

Look at this. Lytnin's car has
a different itinerary than most.

OK. It looks like the
only time Lytnin's car

leaves its spot in the show
is to go to the main stage.

Before that, it's supposed to stop
at the in-house detailer for...

- three hours?
- That's excessive.

Most of the other cars only
go there for half an hour.

- That's more than enough time for a buff and shine.
- Wait.

There's other cars scheduled
for three hours, and...

they're all from Florida.

Just like Lytnin's.

How do cars get from show to show?

Dedicated classic car transport company.

Hide drugs in vintage cars,

and then bring them across
the border in proven transport

- with legitimate paperwork.
- It's kind of genius.

I'll text Zoe, get her to track
down the transport company.

You know what? Seth is wrong.

It has to be someone
on his security team.

They can move the cars
around, take them offsite,

have the drugs removed,
and no one's the wiser.

Yeah.

Detective Powers.

Hey, Danica. We have a theory.

Come on, chatty Cathy.
Get off the phone.

Do something suspicious.

For the love of God, get off the phone!

Do you ever think about
switching to decaf?

Danica.

We're following the
suspect now. Call us.

We should've taken my car.

Oh, yeah. That's a great idea.

We'll just tail the
guy who stole your car

in the exact same car that he stole.

Damn, you two are hilarious.

Seth can't see us in this
SUV 'cause it's invisible,

unlike a shiny silver Porsche.

Wait. Head of security stole my car?

Yeah. Lied to our faces about it.

Although, what can you expect from a guy

who hides drugs in beautiful old cars?

Someone put drugs in my car?!

- Why did you let him come?
- It's the man's car, Angie!

I thought you understood this by now.

- Yeah. Besides, he owes me.
- For what?

Oh, he hasn't told you?

Too embarrassed, I bet.

Well? What happened?

- Shadow here got me traded.
- I did not!

Yeah. Forced me off of my dream team.

- He's full of crap.
- OK, boys. Just...

- talk it out.
- Why should I?

- 'Cause it's your fault!
- Don't make me use my mom voice.

You're not a mom! You
don't have a mom voice!

What are you, four years old? Grow up!

OK. For the record,

I was trying to help him.

By shipping me off to the
worst team in the league?

They were the only team
that would take you!

Yeah, after you ratted me out to Coach!

Hey! You were partying way too hard.

The team was tired of
picking up your slack.

And, for the record, I
told Management to help you,

not dump you!

- You never told me that.
- I never got the chance!

Every time I saw you after that,

you just wanted to drop the gloves.

Yeah.

I... I didn't know.

Look, I was sorry then, and
I've been sorry ever since.

OK then.

All right.

Well... looks like we're here.

My car! What did he do to it?

There's your answer.

Let's go.

Angie. Don't move.

Might be more effective
if you had a gun.

You mean like this one?

Come on, man. I won't tell
anyone about this. I swear.

Shut up. Don't move another muscle.

You have no idea what
you've gotten into.

Actually, I think I do.

Poor Seth here does too.

I think he probably figured
out the same thing I did.

It doesn't take three
hours to get a car detailed.

I... followed his car and found Russell

unloading bags of cocaine.

- He saw me and pulled the gun...
- Shut up!

Both of you get up against the wall!

Hey!

- The old Boston takedown, huh?
- Yeah. Just like old times.

So this is the guy who
bashed me over the head?

You were supposed to
be gone for the night.

I'm happy to return the favour.

I can't believe you took
my car apart, Russell!

- I put it back together for you.
- For a hefty fee!

Yeah, how'd you mix up his car for mine?

They're practically identical.

Oh, it all makes sense now.

I left my car right
next to where the cars

were lining up to get detailed,

the same spot where they left the
special cars for you to drive away.

Well, that's what you get for not
letting the valet park your car.

It wasn't until you took my car apart

you realized you had the
wrong car, so you dumped it.

What's going on here?!

Thanks for the heads up. You
guys should've texted me ages ago.

- Check your voicemail!
- Voicemail?

Old school.

I'll be out by tomorrow.

Oh, I highly doubt that,

since I'm guessing that gun
matches all the bullets we found,

including the ones inside Cameron.

Do you remember him,
the valet you shot? Yeah.

He's alive, and he's awake.

And pretty soon, he's gonna be
singing like a bright yellow canary.

Obviously, you didn't
pull this off yourself,

so who was in on the racket with you?

I'd rather be in jail than dead.

Hey, Zoe.

I found the company that
transported Lytnin's car

and all the Florida cars:
Classic Cross Country.

Turns out it's a shell corporation

owned by Hawthorne Heritage Cars.

Nicola Hawthorne could be
halfway to Florida by now.

I'll get an APB out to Border Services.

We need to know who's on the
buying end of these drugs.

Yeah, I don't think
she's going anywhere.

- There's still something here she wants.
- Hey!

- I need your thumb print.
- Ow!

Yeah, that worked.

What the hell, Russell?

You know I'm supposed
to be kept out of this.

Hey, Nicola.

Where's Russell?

- What is this?
- A proposal...

for a new partnership.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Oh, come on, Nicola.

You stole my car.

And I forgive you. But... you owe me.

I don't owe you anything.

Well, you owe someone...

quite a lot, by my count.

Shakedown?

If you like.

- It's not up to me.
- Then who's it up to?

Odds are we're already in business
with whoever's on the receiving end.

The Goncharovs don't
work with people like you.

The Russian mob.

Which is why I can't have a couple
of amateurs bungling it up for me.

I have a system.

All I need is someone
who can take apart a car,

find a place to hide a few bags
of drugs and put it back together,

which I imagine is not
part of your skillset.

- Where is Russell?
- You'll be seeing him soon enough.

Nicola Hawthorne, you're under
arrest for drug trafficking,

accessory to attempted murder,
car theft and, honestly,

- I'm sure a few other things.
- I want a lawyer.

Yeah. Russell's got one too,
working on his plea deal.

And let me tell you, ratting
you out is a big part of it.

Stupid!

Well...

- I guess that's that.
- Yeah.

Is it always like this with you two?

- Pretty much.
- Never.

There's just one thing that
still doesn't make any sense.

What did that Boston move
have to do with hockey?

Hockey?

Nothing. That was a bar fight...

- Yeah.
- ... that Shade started.

I started?! You started that bar fight!

Dude, you need to get your head checked.

- This thing is like a steel trap!
- A steel trap?

- Yeah!
- Dude, you started that fight in Boston.

- I did not start that fight in Boston!
- You did!

I might've started
the fight in Buffalo...

I finally found it, Ange.
It's the car of my dreams.

A 1984 British racing
green convertible MG.

Wow. Sounds cute.

It's not cute. It's sexy as hell.

Mm! And I'll let you
drive it whenever you want.

- Oh!
- Hey, Jules.

Someone's got a secret.

- What are you up to, Jules?
- I wanna show Grandpa

that his fundraising profile...
I set it up when he announced

he was running, and the current total...

$6300.

Oh, honey! That's
amazing! He'll be thrilled.

Yeah. I told him people
would support him.

I can't wait to tell him.

I'll text him now.

She has a gift, you know,

for making people believe
anything is possible.

Speaking of gifts...

A book...

... with nothing in it.

It's a journal, and you fill it.

- With what?
- With your feelings.

All your feelings.

We're just business
partners, nothing more.

You only regret the shots
you don't take, Ange.

We'd better get out there
before the neighbours complain.

Let's go.

So... I guess you were right.

I was out of control, and...

... actually, getting traded,

it set me straight.

So...

- Thanks.
- Anytime.

Listen. I, um, I called
some of our old crew,

and they're on board
to play a charity match

for kidney disease in
honour of your sister.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

Thanks, Shadow.

- I always liked your sister.
- Hey. Hey!

- What does that mean?
- Nothing.

Sisters are out of bounds.
Everybody knows that.

Right.

What about partners?
Or are you and Angie...

No, no, no. Nothing like that.

So you won't mind if I ask her out?

Let's pretend she is my sister.

Sounds like you two
are having fun out here.

- Yeah. What are you talking about?
- Um...

- Dad!
- Hey! You put that swill away.

- I brought the good stuff.
- What's the occasion?

Thanks to my brilliant granddaughter,

you're now looking at a
major player for City Council!

Here's to grassroots support!

Ah, man! What a day.

Just when you think you're
hitting a dead end, you know,

this whole other road opens up. So...

so here's to...

here's to unexpected adventures, huh?

- Cheers!
- Cheers.

- Whoa!
- Hey, hey, hey!

Watch an all new Private
Eyes, next Thursday on Global.

Angie Everett, Matt Shade.

Your roles, for the
afternoon's murder mystery.

Next Thursday, a gathering of authors...

Your rise is over. There's
only room for one at the top.

Wow! Talk about a cliffhanger.

... sets off a deadly chain of events.

In the next 30 minutes...
one of you will die!

Who will it be?!!

And who will solve the case?

She's really dead.

All new Private Eyes,
next Thursday on Global.

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