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Announcer: reads words on screen

♪

- So...

- Yeah.

- How's your, uh...

How's your new
little partner doing?

- Driver.
- Driver...

Well, she's gonna have
some mighty big shoes to fill

compared to your last partner.

- You're a boy size 5 at best.

We'll see how long
this one lasts.

[Phone beeping]

Oh, somebody's
ears were burning.

[Laughing]

Yeah, we'll see
how long this one lasts.

- Hot! Ah!

- Your purse!
- Ah!

- Your purse, now. Now!

Now!
- I'm sorry!

I'm just trying to find
a place to put my coffee.

- What kind of coffee?

- Uh, black coffee
and oat milk latte.

- Give me the latte.

- To hold?
- The latte, lady, now!

[Coughing]

That's almond milk!

- I--I--I asked
for oat milk. I...

- I'm allergic to nuts!
You want to kill me?

- I'm so sorry!
Are you--you gonna be OK?

- No thanks to you.

[Whimpering]

And that.

♪

- Mugged?

In broad daylight?

What is this city coming to?

- Yeah, it was unexpected.

- Well, what did the police say?

- Oh, I didn't...
I didn't want to be late.

- Sarah... I still have
some friends on the force.

I can make a call.
- No!

I'm fine. I just want to work.

I don't want Marissa
to think that I'm some...

I'll just be
more aware next time.

I don't want her to know.

- Well...

[Door opening, closing]

- Don't tell her.

- Morning!
- Morning!

- First of all,
way too many texts.

Way too many.
- Sorry. I was...

- No need to type out
each thought individually,

sending texts one at a time.

- Yeah, I...
- One big text next time.

Better yet, no texts.
One big no text.

- Sorry, I'm...

- Where's my coffee?

Where's the coffee
you texted about?

- Um, I'll--I'll...
I'll go make one.

- What is that?

- There's a client
in your office.

Uh, Goran Kurjak.

- So you're hoping
to recover a painting?

- It was stolen
from my study last night.

It is very valuable.

- What did the police say?

- Police...

[Sighing]

Police are useless.

- Mmm, very much
on the same page.

- They come, they look around.

They say, "Hey,
let insurance handle it."

You know? This is why I am here.

I don't want insurance money.

I want my painting!

I need someone
who can work quiet...

who knows their way around...

obstacles.

- Say no more.

- I own a great deal of art,
expensive art.

And if people find out
about the theft,

I will look like an easy target.

- Well, as I'm sure
you'll appreciate,

a delicate matter such as this

is going to require
the utmost discretion,

a special investigation
with a special fee.

I'm jotting down a number.

- I will give you $80,000
for my painting's safe return.

- Exactly what
I was jotting down.

I can start right away.

- Excellent.
- We'll meet you at your house.

- Thank you.

- So this painting
is 100% stolen, right?

- Yes.

- No, I mean, like before
is was stolen from Goran?

- Mr. Kurjak probably
obtained it

via questionable means, yes.

- And are you sure that this is
a case that we should be taking?

- Weare not taking anything.

I am taking it.

And yes. Mr. Kurjak already
paid me $8,000 up front.

Not my concern whether or not
it was purchased

on the black market or not.

- Right. So this is just
about the money for you.

- Yes, 100%. Have you not
been paying attention?

[Buzzer sounding]

Stay here. Candy Crush it up.

- Welcome. Come in!

- Quite the pad. I'm thinking
I may have undercharged you.

[Chuckling]

- Yes, the, uh, art of
my homeland is my obsession.

The war destroyed so much.
I try to preserve what I can.

This way, please.

The scene of the crime.

[Clears throat]

- Just the painting?
Nothing else was taken?

- Is that of significance?

- It means the painting
was targeted.

Whoever took it knew exactly
what they were doing.

Got any, uh, photos?

- Of the painting? No.

Why would I?

When I want to
look at the painting,

I look at the painting.

- Any insurance records?

- Not for this piece.

- This piece got a name?

- Untitled #2.

- And the artist?
- Unattributed.

- You're not giving me
much to go on here.

The lock's busted.

You keep this door locked
all the time?

- Always.

- I'll need a list of names:

friends, families,
cleaners, workers,

anyone who's been in the house

or who may know
the painting was here.

- Yes, I will get you that list.

And I will also have
Milan do the same.

That's my son,
my, uh, idiot son.

He was here
the night of the robbery.

I came home from
a business trip.

The front door was unsecured,

and I find him passed out
on the floor.

Painting was gone,

and he says he does not
remember a thing.

- Is that so?

♪♪ Burn it down

♪ Burn it down

♪ Watch it burn down
to the ground ♪

♪ Burn it down
Burn it down ♪♪

- Dad?

Dad, anyone call?

- Hey!

Why are you shouting
about phone calls?

Who would call for you here?

Huh? What's wrong
with your phone?

Did you walk into the pool
with it again?

- Oh my God, two times,
that happened,

and I never hear the end of it!

I didn't say any calls for me.
I said: "Did anyone call?"

You know? About...
about whatever.

[Phone chiming]

- A grown man, and he acts
like a little boy.

Always leaving your messes
for others to clean.

And I pay the price.

- I don't need this!
I'm out of here.

- Hey, don't walk away!

This woman needs
a list of names from you!

[Door closing]

I'm sorry.

In my culture,
family ties are strong,

but, uh, my son, he's, uh...

What's the word? Uh...

- "Special"?

- A constant disappointment.

- Milan!

I need a word.

- And you are?

- PI. Your dad hired me
to find a stolen painting.

- Oh yeah?

- Let me guess.

You had a couple friends over,
a little party last night?

- No. I was alone and working
on my debut album nonstop.

I'm bringing rap metal
back to the mainstream.

- Just what no one asked for.

- Had drinks
to get into the flow.

- How'd that go?

- I guess I had too many.

- Good guess.

- Next thing I know,
I'm waking up on the floor,

and my dad is screaming at me
about his painting.

All he cares about is his art
from the old country.

What about my art, hmm?

- Your rap metal?

- And what about my art?

Do you have any idea what it's
like to grow up in this house?

I couldn't have friends over,

'cause my dad was
so worried about his stuff.

You ask me, I'm glad
they stole his painting.

- "They"?

- They. They, robbers.

- There was
more than one robber?

- I meant they, like,
they as in whoever took it.

They?

- And how did they get in?

Front gate.

How'd theyget buzzed in?

- That is a very good question.

[Engine roaring,
music blaring]

♪ Burn it down
Burn it down ♪

- Well, that idiot
is definitely involved.

- Oh, 100%.

- Did you get my text?

- Yeah, I slipped the
GPS tracker under his bike,

just like you asked.

He has no clue.

- Well, well, well...

[Camera clicking]

[Talking, indistinct]

- I can't believe this!
- Oh!

[Milan shouting, indistinct]

- That's probably not...

[Grunting]

- Stay in the car.

[Screaming]

- Honk the horn.
- OK.

[Horn honking]

[Siren wailing in distance]

- Those guys in the parking lot,
who were they?

- My friends...

I thought.

- If they were your friends,
why'd you swing first?

- 'Cause they betrayed me.

They sold my dad's painting.

They tried to pay me off.

This wasn't the plan.
It was so simple.

- Enlighten me.

- They steal the painting,
and we ransom it back to my dad.

They get paid, I help my dad
get his painting back,

impress him, show him
I'm not a waste of space,

and I take home a piece of
the ransom as a finder's fee.

Win-win.

[Woman talking on PA,
indistinct]

Win.

My dad threatened to cut me off!

I need to finish my album.
What was I supposed to do?

- Maybe not steal
your dad's painting?

- Please, you gotta
help me get it back!

I'll--I'll double
whatever my dad's paying you.

- You have $160,000?

- I--I'll give you
back-end profits of my album.

- Tempting.
- Exactly!

When it goes platinum,
we're rich!

- But no.
- Come on!

Please, you gotta help me.
My dad's...

He's gonna kill me.

He's always saying the painting
is worth more than me.

- Look, we all have,
uh, parents.

- Not me.

My parents are literally
two of my best friends.

- Ugh!

- What?

- Look, we'll fix this.

But we're gonna need
some things from you.

- Uh, I don't know.

- You need to
roll on your friends.

- Oh, yeah!
That, I can do for sure.

- I'm gonna need to know
everything about the painting.

And a photo of it,
if you got one.

- Um...

- I'm almost positive
I've seen this painting before.

- Really? Where?
- Don't know.

- Great, Gar! Thanks for
solving the case for us.

- I'll get there.

- Why aren't we just
telling Goran

that we now know
who stole his painting?

- Because he's paying us
to get it back,

not tell him who stole it.

- Right, the money.

- We can't help
if we can't keep the lights on.

- You're gonna
have to move fast.

Stolen art vanishes and ends up
in some oligarch's basement

or a drug dealer's ceiling.

- Classy.

- It's a vast
underground black market.

The first 48 hours
are everything.

After that, a piece like this,

it might take years for it
to resurface, if ever.

- Wait, do you think that this

could just maybe be like
the tip of an iceberg?

Maybe we could
put a stop to something bigger,

make a real difference.

- We are making a difference,

for the people paying us.

- Hang on, I got something.

Milan's friends,
Pat O'Donnell and Mike Evans,

not exactly
criminal masterminds.

A couple street-racing charges,
drunk and disorderlies.

- Dirtbags, gotcha.
- Dirtbags with no connections.

- Must have somehow
stumbled upon someone

who knew the painting
was worth a lot.

- Yeah, otherwise, they would
have stuck with the ransom plan.

- Exactly.

- Who would be stupid enough
to trust them?

- Must be someone they know.

- Someone with
art-world connections.

- Like an ex-girlfriend?

- That's always a possibility.

- Wait, Gary, scroll back
a few photos.

- Yes.

- There. Who's that?

- Renee Gauthier.

- Looks like Renee
is the proud owner

of her own brand-new
downtown gallery.

- It's a nice space.
- Let's go.

- Wow! They have
a Jepson Harper!

- I have no idea
what those words mean.

- He used classic painting
techniques to challenge

how we see institutional
and colonialist structures.

- Yuck.

- His latest painting
sold for $5 million.

- $20 says the painting
is still in there.

We need to get inside.

- We?
- Yeah.

I need you to distract Renee
while I poke around.

- This is gonna be so fun!

I took a bunch of art history
in university,

and I feel like
it's finally time--

- Nope! Not a chance
to show how smart we are.

- She needs to know
that we're legitimate buyers.

- No, you have
Daddy's credit card,

and you just want to buy
something cool, OK?

End of story, all right?

- OK. So we're going
all incognito. Very cool.

Wait, do I need to
put on fancy clothes?

- No, rich people
just dress like slobs now.

What you're wearing is fine.

[Doorbell ringing]

[Buzzer sounding]

- Welcome, welcome!

Have you both been in before?

- First time.
- Mm-hmm!

- I am looking for something
cool and original

for my new loft.

I have my father's credit card.

Well, my card,
but he's paying.

No limit.

- Can I offer you ladies
some champagne?

- May I use your restroom?

- Yes, sure. Through the curtain
on the left.

- Don't do anything crazy,
like buying that Jepson Hepson!

[Laughing]

- Yes, unfortunately, the
Jepson Harper isn't for sale.

It's on loan from
a private collection.

- Oh...
- Oh!

Oh, well, I'm sure
we'll find something else,

you know, something
over there by the window?

- Oh, I love that!
It's so edgy.

The rawness you see comes from
the artist's upbringing

in various trailer parks

throughout the southern
United States.

- No, I don't want anything
that reminds me of poor people.

[Phone ringing]

- What is it, Milan?

- Just making sure you're
looking for the painting.

- No, at home, taking it easy.

- What? I thought
you were gonna--

- I'm hanging up now.

- Oh, how about that pretty one?

- You have a good eye!

- I hate it.

You need something rare,

exclusive, something
that's hard to obtain.

You must have something
in the back.

- Maybe a recent acquisition,

something European?

Something with horses!

I may have overplayed our hand.

- You think?

- Who are you?

- Private investigator. Driver.

We know you're in possession
of a stolen painting.

The good news is that my client
is willing to pay $20,000

for its return,
no questions asked.

- And I think it might
interest you to know

that dealing in stolen art
violates the code of ethics

for the Art Dealers
and Galleries Association.

I would hate
to have to report you.

- I think you both should leave.

- OK, the hard way it is, then.

This is on loan, right?

I'm sure that they'll be fine
with you returning it

in almost perfect condition.

- You won't.

- Won't I?

- Fine, my insurance
will cover it.

- Maybe, but what's gonna
happen when people find out

you can't deal
with the expensive stuff?

- No one will trust you
with their work,

not artists, not collectors.

It's the kiss of death
for any gallery.

- I'm calling the police.
- Great!

When they get here,
we can discus Untitled #2.

- Fine. The painting was here,
but it isn't anymore.

I sold it.

- To who?
- Razzy Dazzy.

- Real name, or I slice.

- I swear,
that's the only name I have.

- I know that name.
- Razzy's still in town.

She's throwing a pop-up
art party tonight.

- And you can get us in?

- It's black tie, invite-only.

- But you have an invite.
- Obviously.

- Let's skip the part
where I threaten you

and just roll forward to
the part where you hand it over.

[Sighing]

- Fine!

- Razzy Dazzy is Rachelle Davis,
granddaughter of Adolpho Davis.

Gambling kingpin, made a fortune
operating out of his house,

put clients in the hospital
when the house didn't win.

- Or the morgue.

- Razzy was set to take over,

but she got passed over
for her male cousin.

- The patriarchy.
- Ugh!

- Been building
a mini empire ever since,

mostly out of spite.

- That's why I do most things.

- Multi-level marketing, NFTs,
social-media influencing...

She even had a minor hit
as an EDM DJ.

- Oh, that's how
I know her name!

Her song is actually fire.

Should I play it?

- You should not.

- Razzy hit it big
with the blockchain

and now throws these lavish
art-party experiences

with access to priceless items.

- How do you know all this?

- I have a little database
with a lot of connections.

- Ugh!
- People actually like me.

It's one of the unique qualities
I bring to this partnership.

- Oh, so the party
is an auction?

- If that painting sells,
we'll never see it again.

- Maybe we can bid on it.

- Judging by the look of this,
we can't afford it.

- OK, so we can
try to steal it back!

We could break
into the party early,

pose as caterers,
make a tiny explosion,

escape out the back.

- Easy there, MacGyver.

- OK, there were, admittedly,
flaws in my plan.

- We steal it back.

We swap it for a fake,

we walk it right out
the front door.

We just need to make a forgery.

- Oh, we could do...

We could do
a digital print on canvas.

Uncle Gary, you can do it.

He did a beautiful print
of my kindergarten painting

for my mom's birthday.

She still loves it.

- Oh, good!
- Oh, good!

- It's gonna be tough
to top that.

- OK, task at hand.

- Well, the photo needs work.

Some colour, lighting.

I have to estimate the size.

- Can you or not?
- Yes, probably.

But anyone close to it
will know it's a fake.

- Keep people
at a distance. Gotcha.

- Razzy may not be
a gambling kingpin,

but she has connections.

She's still dangerous.

- We'll cross that bridge
if we come to it.

Go home. Get changed.

We got a black-tie party
to attend!

♪

- Well, can I see the print?
- You cannot.

- Perfect.
- It's in this coat's lining.

- Why wouldn't it be?
- What else was I gonna do?

- Anything!
- Tape it to your body?

Roll it up in an umbrella?

I needed something thick
to hide the canvas.

- Is that Tracy's mink?

- It's her mother's.
I'll need it back.

- I have to
wear a fur coat indoors?

We're trying to fit in.

- Hey, beggars, choosers.

- Ah, I'm sweating
just looking at it.

Sarah, put on the coat.

- Oh! I can't wear fur.

- Ethically?
- Yes.

But also the dander.
I'm allergic.

- Look, it'll be fine.

Just gently open the lining
at the seams,

swap the canvases,
walk out the door.

- The forgery is good?
- It's good, yes.

- All right, give me the coat.
- There we go.

Atta girl! Wow!

Wow! Look at you!

Look, it's fine.
It works.

- It's already damp.

- Uh, please be careful.

♪

- How you feeling?

- Like I'm walking around
in my own personal sweat lodge.

You?

- Like this is a really great
part of town to get stabbed in?

- I thought you lived
in this part of town.

- Yeah, um...

I got mugged today
at knife point.

- What? Why didn't you
say anything?

- Oh, I--I didn't want you
to think that I'm some...

I'm fine! It's not a big deal.

It's not.

I mean, it did feel
very personal and violating.

He took my purse that
my little cousin gave me

with this jungle print.

It had all my stuff in it.
And I just...

You know, I wish
I had fought back.

I wish I had done something.

- Violating, yes.
Personal, no.

It was a mugging.
It wasn't about you.

- Yeah, but he picked me.

He thought: "Oh,
there goes an easy target."

And I was! I should have thrown
your hot coffee in his face.

- So you did get my coffee.

Look, you did
the right thing, OK?

You didn't get hurt.
That's what matters.

Stuff is replaceable.

[Sighing]

- He also took my latte.

And somehow, I ended up
apologizing to him

because the barista screwed up

and gave me almond milk
instead of oat,

and he was allergic to nuts.

[Scoffing]

- OK, look, your first time on
the receiving end of a crime

is always scary.

But...

you grow, OK?

You learn to anticipate it.

- OK, are you trying to
make me feel better by implying

that I will repeatedly
be the victim of crimes?

- Uh-huh.

- Oh, right there.
That's it.

[♪ Electronic playing
in distance ♪]

- Invite?

[Phone chiming]

[Exhaling slowly]

[♪ Electronic playing on PA ]

- I dated an aspiring
body piercer in grad school.

- You do know that you can
just take those piercings out?

- I don't want to discuss it.

Let's get to the bar
and get a cold drink.

- Wait, you--
- Just a Shirley Temple.

- OK...

[Sighing]

- God, dump me
in a bucket of ice.

- Lovely coat. How much?

- It's an heirloom.

- Not what you paid for it.
How much do you want for it?

- Uh, it's not for sale.

[Chuckling]

- Oh, honey,
everything is for sale.

- My aunt used to say
stuff like that,

till she was estranged.

- Come see me once
you've changed your mind.

You won't regret it.

[Men and women chatting,
indistinct]

- I'm not seeing
the painting anywhere.

- It's here.

We just need to find it

before I slip on
my own sweat trail.

- And here I thought I knew
everyone on my guest list.

But you're not Renee.

- We are not.

- Razzy Dazzy.
But you can call me Razzy.

You got a name?
- I do.

[Chuckling]

- Keeping your cards
close to your chest.

I dig that.

But if I were to
check your credentials,

it'd all be cool?

Like, you're not cops, right?

- We're friends of Renee's.
- We're clients.

- Yeah, she couldn't make it,

so she didn't want her
invitation to go to waste.

- She knows that we gravitate

towards the, uh,
more exclusive pieces.

- What shade of lipstick
is that?

- Big Apple Red.

- Well, let's party!

Follow me.

Each of these items
has been carefully curated

through black-market sources.

Doesn't get more exclusive
than this.

- What's this?
- That's a special one.

My sources tell me
it went missing

near the end
of the Bosnian war.

This is the first time
it has been seen since.

- I'll give you $20,000.

[Scoffing]

- Hilarious!

Oh, you're actually serious.

Oh, you might want to add
a couple of zeros in there.

Also, no direct sales.

Everything has to
go through the auction.

Highest bid wins.

My advice?

Whatever you think it's worth,
quadruple it.

You have 4 minutes.

Good luck!

- OK, 4 minutes is not a lot,

but I think that
it's enough to...

I'm sorry, but I was
led to believe

that this would be
a private bidding experience.

- Pretend I'm not here.

- Right...

- Well, we tried.

Sure, $80,000 would have been
life-changing for you,

probably close to
two years' salary.

But it's OK.
You can just always do more--

- Hey, hey, hey! No touching.
- I'm so sorry.

So sorry about that. It's--

- Aaah!
- Oh my God! What are you doing?

How did you sneak
that taser in here?

Oh, I knew you never
went to grad school!

- Three minutes on the clock.

Two minutes until that oaf
is no longer incapacitated. Go!

- OK.

Maybe we should just
take the painting and run.

- Stick with the plan!

- You just tasered a guy!

- We need to buy time
on the other end.

Ugh! What did Gary mean,
"Gently open the seam"?

How do you gently open a seam?

There we go!

- Careful...

Oh my God! The replica
is way too big.

Oh, uh, I don't think...

- The painting won't stay.
Liner is toast.

- Oh, I have an idea.
Put it in my garter belt.

- Why are you wearing
a garter belt?

- I'm undercover.

I can feel it slipping.

- Baby steps.
Baby steps to the exit.

- So, how did it go?

- Fingers crossed!

[Groaning]

- What happened?

- It was the girls.

- Don't let them leave!

Hey, you! Stop her!

[Grunting]

- OK, so, it's a bit crinkled.

But a restorer can restore it.

I think we have another problem.

- Of course.
- Of an ethical nature.

- Third least favourite
kind of nature.

- I knew I'd seen
this painting before,

but nothing came up
in my image searches.

There was nothing
in my art books.

But then you mentioned
that Razzy said it was Bosnian,

and it clicked.

My friend Alex
is a foreign correspondent,

and her first feature
was a profile on this artist:

Esma Beganovic.

When other artists were
fleeing the war, she refused.

In an act of defiance,

she stayed to make artwork
in her home.

- What happened to her?

- A year after this
was published,

a group of soldiers
acting on rogue orders

attacked her apartment
and--and killed her

and looted her artwork.

It was never seen again.

- Until a certain painting
goes missing

from Goran Kurjak's house.

- OK, let's not
jump to conclusions, OK?

We don't even know that
this is the same painting.

OK, fine, we do know.

- We do.

- Let's get ahold of ourselves.

Mr. Kurjak is our client, OK?

And he also has
a vast, expensive collection.

The man literally
has a gold desk set.

Not to mention, we don't know
how he acquired any of this,

especially without any proof.

We are doing what
we are getting paid to do.

And speaking of...

[Insects chirring]

- You do realize that
we could be contributing,

even in a very small way,

to a cultural travesty, right?

- Buzzer.

- I mean, if Esma
was your relative,

wouldn't you want to know
what happened to her work?

- Buzzer.

- I just feel like maybe we
should, I don't know, inform--

- Oh... I see what's
happening here.

This isn't about the painting.
This about your mugging.

- This is about a man
potentially taking something

that doesn't belong to him
just because he feels like it.

- Yeah, that doesn't sound like
your mugging experience at all.

Press the buzzer.

[Buzzer sounding]

- Oh my...

I thought I would
never see it again.

[Chuckling]

What's this?

[Sniffing]

A sweat stain?

- There was some damage.

- It's minor.

What is important

is that the painting
is back where it belongs.

Oh!

We should celebrate.

A drink!

- Cheque is fine.
Cash, gold, whatever.

Celebratory coffee.

- I have French press.

[Knocking on door]

- Hi! Sorry, may I use
your bathroom?

- There's a water bottle
in the car.

My driver, Sarah.

- Of course!

In my homeland,
I started off as a driver.

Worked my way up.

[Chuckling]

Would you care for some coffee?

I have French press.

- Yes, sure!

Anything that needs to steep
for a few moments

would be great.

- Excellent.

Bathroom is down the corridor
to the left.

- Great! Thank you so much.

Oh...

- [Whispering]:
What are you doing here?

- This tapestry, that vase
and that gold desk set,

they were all looted
from Esma Beganovic's home.

Here, this is the proof.

Here. I was studying this
while I was in the car.

You mentioned
the gold desk set.

What if Goran was one of
the soldiers who looted her?

- What is going on here?

- Nothing. She just
took a wrong turn.

- I couldn't help
but notice your collection.

These were all made by a Bosnian
artist named Esma Beganovic?

- You have a good eye.

- Well, I did get a 98
in art history.

But it does make me wonder
how you came to...

obtain them.

- Gifts.

- These pieces were all lost
after Esma was killed.

The only way that
you could have these is--

- Is if they were gifts.

Like he said.

Maybe we can
talk about this later.

- Is she accusing me

of being some murdering,

pillaging soldier?

[Laughing]

Oh...

These items did belong to Esma.

But the looting was a rumour.

In actuality, the art was
given to me for safekeeping.

Esma was a friend.

She did not want her art
to dredge up bad feelings

after the war.

Nor did I.

I--I still have the letter
from, uh, Esma,

asking me to take of it.

I can, uh, I can show it to you

if it would make you
feel any better.

- No thanks. That's fine.
We're gonna go.

- I would like to see it.
- No, you won't.

- Yes, I would like to see it.
- No, she doesn't.

- I would.
- No, thank you. We're good.

- I must say, I am offended
that you accuse me of being...

a murderous soldier.

- Ah...

- I was their commander.

- Yep. Seems about right.

[♪ Rap playing on headphones ]

- ♪ I got the girls, yeah
I got the bike, yeah ♪

- They called me
The Butcher of Bosnia.

- What's, uh, going on?

- Your father is a war criminal.

- What?
- He's The Butcher of Bosnia.

He's a murderer.

He's been living
in hiding for years.

- Dad, what is she
talking about?

- It was the war, Milan.

Everything I did,
I was forced to do.

And if I did not do it,
I would not be here,

and neither would you, Milan.

Every choice I made,
it led to us here.

You born, living this life.

- Well, why didn't you
ever tell me?

- I was afraid of losing you.

- But you hate me.

- I do not like your clothes
or your hair.

I hate your music.

But I love you.

- You never actually
said that before.

- Oh my God...

- All I ever wanted was
for you to be proud of me, Dad.

- I am so proud of you, my son.

But now you can help me.

The world will not understand.

If anyone finds out about me,

I lose everything.

We lose everything.

But you,

you can make
all of this go away.

Tie them up.
We'll bring them to the forest.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

You are strong, my son.

Go on! There is rope
in the cupboard.

- Of course there is.

- Shut up!

- No, I mean, I can't tie
the rope 'cause of my arm.

- Oh, good. I thought
it was a moral dilemma.

- Why don't you take the gun,
and I'll get the rope?

- Yep, yep.

- If they move, shoot them.

If they speak, shoot them.

[Screaming, gunshots]

- Down!

[Gunshots]

[Gun clicking]

[Grunting]

[Screaming]

[Grunting]

- Hey, hey!

[Both grunting]

[Sirens wailing in distance]

- Well, this will
take some explaining.

[Sighing]

- So, if I'm
hearing this correctly...

[Sighing]

...the concussed guy back there,
he's a warlord.

- Older concussed guy.

Younger concussed guy
is his idiot son.

- Criminal, not lord.

- Warlord is someone
exercising civil powers by force

in a limited region.

A war criminal is more like,
you know, crimes against hu...

Not a teachable moment. Gotcha.

- Maybe you should, uh,
wait in the car.

- She never stops, does she?

- Did you find that mugger
I asked you about

near Common Grounds Coffee?

Leads on the guy.

- You knew I'd look into it.

- Are we good?

- Yeah, just got a couple
more questions for you

that, of course,
you're not gonna answer.

You're gonna walk away
with that sassy...

[Sighing]

- You know, next time,
when I tell you to wait...

- I'll wait until
we're safely outside

the war criminal's mansion

before I start
lobbing accusations.

Yes, I can do that.

- Or at least wait
till he signs the cheque.

[Chuckling]

We'll get breakfast.

And after that, we just
need to make one stop.

- So, we can go?

- Best thing about being a PI,

we make the mess,
and they clean it up.

[Sarah chuckling]

Here. Let's go.

- What is... what is this?

- Your purse. Let's go.

- What do you mean?
How did you get...

- Stole it back.
Cashed in a favour.

Found the guy who mugged you.
Can we go?

- I can't believe you. I...

I--I don't even know
what to say.

Oh, uh, this is not my purse.

Um, I guess the mugger

steals a lot of purses
with a jungle print?

- Hey!

- Great. You might want to start
the car and speed away now.

- Hey! Hey!

- Next time on
Wong and Winchester...

- Where's the VIP?
- Uh, waiting in your office.

- You're late!
- Apologies, Mother.

A curse has been placed
upon my tea shop!

- I curse you!
- It's a little on the nose.

- Now he's come for my daughter.
- Mom...

- If she wants the curse lifted,
she knows what to do.

- Got my, uh, sage, my crystals.

- If things get hairy,
remember two things:

Everyone's got a neck
and a groin.

[Groaning]

- This was supposed to
be an easy case.

A way to stop being
an embarassment to our family!

Closed Captions: MELS