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- [Guard] What the?

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(torch switch clicks)

(metal clattering)

(gate clatters)

Hello?

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Hello?

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* Through the ages

* You open up all the cages

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(phone ringing)

- Hello, you've reached the Region Kingsley Hotel.

This is Maddie, your concierge.

How may I assist you today?

- [Wilcox] This is Mr. Wilcox.

I'm checking in today and I want to confirm

that I'm in room 1208

because I specifically requested room 1208.

- Yes, Mr. Wilcox, and it's here in your reservation,

but it appears that room is already occupied.

How about we upgrade you to a lovely terrace room with-

- [Wilcox] No, no, a review online

said 1208 has the best view.

- Well, if 1208 is the room you want,

we will make it happen.

- [Wilcox] You can do that?

- Of course.

So sorry about the mix-up.

Is there anything I can help you with

while you're in town?

Uh, dinner reservations, perhaps?

- [Wilcox] Thanks, but that won't be necessary.

- Well, very good. We look forward to your arrival.

(Maddie sighs) (gentle bright music)

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(Maddie scoffs)

Hey! Ron, thank you.

- Oh! Oh, did you fix what you needed to fix?

- Well, I still have to call the guests in 1208,

or 1209, and explain why their room number

is different, but yes, problem solved.

- Hm. - So you done for the day?

- Well, I thought so, but I discovered a leak in 1221.

So I better, gonna have to replace the pipes.

- How long is that gonna take?

- All week.

- Well, we have guests in the Emperor suite,

can it not wait till next week when they check out?

- Sure, if you don't mind replacing the ceiling in 1121 too.

(gentle dramatic music)

(Ron chuckles) (Maddie sighs)

- Okay, well it, it's giving me a headache too.

(knuckles rapping)

Yeah, I have to go. Come on in.

- You wanted see me, Captain?

- Yeah, have a seat.

Gimme your badge. (sighs)

(soft gentle suspenseful music)

- If this has something to do with last night's arrest,

I can guarantee you it was 100% by the book.

- It's not about the arrest, (sighs)

it's about what happened two weeks ago.

Your detective exam.

Ah.

You received the highest score across all precincts.

You'll be taking over for Grazier in robbery/homicide.

You start next week.

- This is what I wanted since I joined the force.

I don't know what to say.

- I don't know.

What about, "Thank you, Captain"?

- Thank you, Captain. (chuckles)

- [Receptionist] "Detroit Free Press."

I'll send you the tipline.

Thanks for calling. (upbeat music)

- Sports is to the left

and the tipline is in the records archive.

- Yeah. - Downstairs.

(phone ringing)

- "Detroit Free Press" tipline.

All news and crime tips welcome. This is Penny.

Ah-huh, and where did the aliens say they were from?

I'm not familiar with that planet.

Could you spell it please?

(gentle dramatic music)

Oh, would you like to leave your name and number

so someone can?

(phone clatters) (sighs) He hung up!

- Probably for the best.

I'm not sure who to send that tip to.

Hm. There we go.

(chuckles) Incidences regarding extraterrestrials

should be reported to the National Security Administration.

- Is there a number? - Uh, no.

- (laughs) I'm off to dinner with Ricardo,

unless you need me to stay.

- Oh no, no, it was just a crazy day at the hotel.

The other concierge went home sick,

so I just didn't have time to eat today.

I'm fine. Go, go, go.

Mm, by the way, stay away from Midtown.

All the streets are closed

because of a police chase right now.

- How do you know that?

- I downloaded this new app on my phone.

It, uh, it aggregates all this information

from all the police scanners all over the city

and sends alerts to my phone.

- Is that even legal?

- I don't know, but it's cool.

(Penny chuckles)

(phone ringing)

Hm! "Detroit Free Press" tipline.

All news and crime tips welcome. This is Maddie.

- [Caller] My neighbor stole my cat.

She's stealing lots of cats.

- When did this happen?

- (sighs) Last night.

I feed three strays and one-by-one they stopped coming.

Then my cat Simba, he got out and hasn't come back.

- Did you see her abduct Simba?

- No, but I'm sure she has him.

- I see, okay, so I bet it's circumstantial.

What's your neighbor's name and address?

(gentle dramatic music)

- Oh! (exclaims)

(phone ringing)

Tipline calling.

(chuckles) What now?

Robbery/homicide, Detective Grazier speaking.

- Detective Grazier. Hi, it's Maddie.

- Uh, yeah, I'm really swamped at the moment,

uh, reviewing a murder case.

- Ooh, which one?

- That's confidential.

Did you receive a tip?

- Yes, I did.

And it's about five and a half, six pages of notes.

The tipster believes his neighbor is abducting cats.

- I'm sorry, did you say cats?

- Yes. Six have gone missing, including Simba.

Sam, Ida, Mary, Babe, Adam.

- And these are all names of cats?

- No, one cat.

I was spelling Simba using the alpha code I found online.

It said every police station in the country uses it.

- Yeah, um, (stammers) why don't you just, um,

email me the stuff and I'll look into it.

- Did you have a chance to review the notes

I sent last Friday?

- Remind me what those were again?

- The tip about the guy stealing purses at the mall.

- Oh yeah, it's, uh, yeah, it's, uh, right here,

right here on, on my list, uh.

Was there anything else, Maddie?

- Not really, um, this guy just really wants his cat back.

Simba was a gift from his great-aunt Claire

who passed away three years ago and she-

- Yeah, it's all good stuff.

I will look into it. Thank you, Maddie.

Have a great day.

(dramatic staccato music) (phone clattering)

(car horns honking)

(siren blaring)

- Yo, let's bounce.

(sirens wailing)

- [Dawson] Toby!

- [Toby] Just leave me alone, all right?

- I know you're still upset about the arrest.

I'm not the one you should be mad at.

Be mad at your buddy who picked you up in a stolen car.

Those kids all have felonies.

You will too if you keep hanging out with them.

Let me get you a safe place to stay.

- I got a place. - Really?

- Yeah, with my girlfriend.

She's legit, don't worry.

Goes to college, has a house.

Is on the track team.

Got a scholarship and everything.

She even hooked me up with a job.

- Really? Where at?

- [Dispatch] All units. All units.

Report of a 10-62 near Wendicott and Terra Road.

The subject is on foot in black jeans,

green sweatshirt and gray backpack.

Respond your 20. Over.

- [Toby] What's a 10-62?

- [Dawson] (chuckles) 219, I'm close by.

- Breaking and entering. - That's near here.

- Hey!

(dramatic music)

He's running. Find new friends, Toby!

- [Maddie] He's running?

- Hey! Hey! (panting)

I said stop!

I said stop running!

Hey! (gate clatters)

Get back down. (runner grunts)

Stay down.

Piece of advice for you.

Running is pretty much always a bad idea.

You're under arrest for breaking and entering.

Come on now, get up!

(both grunt)

(Dawson exhales sharply)

Unit 219. I'm leaving with suspect in custody.

(radio beeps) - Way to go 219.

(gentle dramatic music)

- [Reporter] Officer 219 has done it again.

He nabbed the suspect

who was found with the stolen property.

- Uh! Mr. And Mrs. White.

How's your stay so far?

- Just lovely. Thank you.

- I do have some unfortunate news.

We have to do an emergency construction

in the room next to your suite,

and I am afraid it's gonna be noisy.

But the presidential suite will be available

through til Sunday, and if you would like to move-

- Not necessary.

A little noise never hurt anyone.

- I appreciate your understanding.

May I offer you complimentary breakfast in our restaurant?

- Oh, how thoughtful. We would love to.

- We shouldn't keep the interior decorator waiting, Barb.

- Oh, uh, are you moving here?

- Uh, Charles is opening a new shop here in Detroit.

- Oh, well I wish you much success in your new venture.

- Thank you.

Uh, tell them to make all the noise that they want.

- Oh!

(Maddie sighs)

- [Reporter] We hear Detroit's own 219

is being promoted to detective.

Congratulations, 219.

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- [Dispatch] All units.

Report of a missing cat. (clears throat and coughs)

(sniffles) Ah, uh, excuse me.

Uh, missing catatonic youth cited at the bus stop

on Merrick and Avery,

description fits a runaway from Dearborn.

(radio beeps)

- [Ethan] Is this the tipline office?

- Yes. (picture clatters)

Um, are you here to report a news tip or a crime tip?

- I'm Ethan.

Joe didn't mention I was starting tonight?

- Joe? - Joe Callahan?

- Oh! - The managing editor

of the crime section. - Yeah, yeah, that Joe.

I've actually never met him.

- You're lucky.

He's an angry man who hates to be-

(static hissing drowns out speaker)

- [Dispatch] Calling all units.

Calling all units.

A suspect was seen at- (finger tapping)

(phone beeping)

(drawer clatters)

- God! (gentle bright music)

(Maddie sighs)

Do you work here now?

- Interning.

Joe thinks it'll teach me the value of hard work.

- Well, guess, um, Joe's your father?

- Stepfather.

So, uh, how does this whole tipline thing work anyway?

(suspenseful music)

(crowd chattering) (soft gentle dramatic music)

- Grazier? - Hm?

- Congratulations on retiring.

- (sighs) Yeah, couldn't come soon enough.

(Dawson chuckles)

You can only look at so many dead bodies

before they start to affect your sleep,

relationships, your sanity.

My therapist says the nightmares should eventually stop.

This hot sauce is the best!

- [Dawson] Hot sauce?

- It's the one thing I'm gonna miss about this place.

Hm! But enough about me.

Congrats on your promotion.

I heard you passed the test with flying colors.

- Thank you. Yes, uh, well, 96%.

But I feel pretty prepared.

- (laughs) Yeah, you won't use any of that.

No, most cases are solved when a relationship ends.

Nothing rats out a partner-in-crime like a spurned ex.

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Sometimes it's best

not to investigate at all.

Just wait it out.

(gentle upbeat music)

Well, let me get more cake. You want some?

- No, I've heard enough. Had enough.

I've had enough, but thanks anyway.

- Hm!

(slow soft upbeat music)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hear the hot sauce is good.

(gentle suspenseful music)

- Another cool thing about our computers

is that they can access newspapers all over the country.

So let's say you wanna know

what's happening in Poughkeepsie.

- Why would I wanna know that?

(phone ringing)

(Maddie clears throat)

- "Detroit Free Press" tipline.

All news and crime tips welcome. This is Maddie.

- [Caller] A jewelry store is going to be robbed tonight.

(suspenseful music)

- Which jewelry store?

- [Caller] That's all I know.

(caller panting)

- Do you know who's gonna rob it?

How do you know about this?

- [Caller] That's all I know.

(phone line clicks) - Uh!

(suspenseful music)

(phone clatters)

(phone ringing)

- (sighs) "Detroit Free Press."

No, thank you.

- [Grazier] This is Grazier.

You've reached robbery/homicide.

Leave a message after the tone.

(phone line beeps)

- Grazier's not at his desk.

I need to report this to someone!

Oh, if the phone rings, just answer it.

- How do I do that?

(gentle dramatic music)

(Ethan exhales sharply)

(staff chattering) (phones ringing)

- Thank you. Thank you.

Uh!

(police radio chatter)

(phones ringing)

Uh, um.

Where's Grazier?

- He retired. How did you get up here?

- Oh, I am Maddie Moore. I'm from the DFP tipline.

Um, Officer Tran at the desk knows me.

- I see. Did you call here about 10 minutes ago?

- I did, yes.

Uh, I'm here to report a tip

that a jewelry store is gonna be robbed tonight.

- Okay. Which one?

- They didn't say.

I actually don't even know if it's a man or a woman.

Their voice was altered.

- Okay, well, what else did they say?

- Nothing. They just hung up.

- That's not a lot of information.

- I know.

Uh, you're just gonna have to stake out

every jewelry store in the city.

- [Dawson] You do realize

there's over a hundred jewelry stores in Detroit.

- Well, then let's start calling.

Uh, you know, I think most of them are already closed,

so just start by writing a report

of all the owners's stores

and we'll just try them at home.

Chop chop. - Maddie.

Next time someone calls with a tip, get details.

Who, when, where- - I know what details to get.

I've been doing this for years

and I watch a lot of crime shows.

- Oh, I see. Like CSI.

- Exactly. - Right.

- You know, if I was talking to Horatio Caine right now,

I could guarantee we wouldn't be having this conversation.

- Horatio Caine is a fictional character,

so that's certainly true.

Look, we don't know if this call is credible.

What if it's just a prank?

Our resources are limited.

- Hm!

What's your name?

- Detective Beaks.

- Detective Beaks?

- Yeah.

- I can tell you're no different than Grazier.

(hand tapping)

I'm just gonna have to handle this one on my own too.

(Maddie chuckles) - Sure thing.

Too? Hey, wait, what does that mean?

(gentle dramatic music)

(car horns honking) (suspenseful music)

(safe knob rattling)

(alarm beeping)

(suspenseful music)

(keypad beeping)

- [Computer] System disarmed.

(metal clicks)

(suspenseful music)

- He- hello?

(intensifying suspenseful music)

Ah!

(dart thuds)

(shop owner groans and thuds)

(gentle dramatic music) (sirens wailing)

(conveyor belt whirring)

(phone chiming)

(Maddie gasps and exclaims)

(Maddie clears throat)

(Maddie sighs) (gentle dramatic music)

- [Dispatch] All units report for a 187

at a Trimani Jewelry Store, 1710 Fig Street.

Multiple officers needed to secure the scene.

(dramatic music)

(gentle dramatic music) (camera shutter clicking)

(group chattering)

(Dawson sighs)

- Hey, you miss working with all those grunts

down in patrol yet?

- I actually have a feeling

they're gonna be seeing me a lot more now

than they did then.

You secured the scene?

- Mm-hmm, yeah, the employee reported it

when he arrived at 9:55.

Said that Joseph Trimani, that's this guy,

meets him in the mornings to unlock the door,

but when he arrived he saw Mr. Trimani

lying on the floor through the window.

- And the door? - Was locked,

and all the cameras are disabled.

- Do you smell something, subtle, like, paint?

- Yeah. Maybe it's renos.

I don't know.

- And, uh?

- Oh yeah, that's, um, soon to be ex-wife.

Yeah, she arrived here right after we did.

Yeah, the employee had, uh, texted her

after calling us to give her the news.

- In a text? - Yeah.

- All right, I'm gonna go talk to her.

Get someone to cover him up.

- Yeah, sure, I'll get someone on that right now.

- Thanks.

(gentle solemn music)

Hi, I'm Detective Beaks.

- Marcella Trimani.

Joseph was my husband.

- I'm very sorry for your loss.

(Marcella exhales sharply)

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

When was the last time that you spoke with your husband?

- Last night, around nine o'clock.

Um, he texted me to tell me he'd left his,

his wallet here.

So he came back to the store to get it.

- And you were home last night?

- No, I was in Atlanta at a conference.

I- I took the red-eye.

I- I- I got back about 2:00 AM.

- Okay.

- Look, I- I know how this must look

because Joseph and I were getting divorced.

We, we'd already worked out all the terms.

I mean, I- I was getting half,

nothing more and nothing less.

Just. (sighs)

- Did you happen to have

a life insurance policy on your husband?

- Yes, but I signed over the ownership to him

and he did the same with me,

and we changed our beneficiaries.

- Do you mind if I ask

why your husband and you separated?

- Reconcilable differences.

There were just too many for us to manage.

- Do you have a key to the store?

- No.

He changed all the locks

when I gave up my interest in the business,

and he ch- ch- changed the safe, and-

- He changed the safe?

How do you know that?

- Because he gave the old one to me.

- And just one more question, Mrs. Trimani.

Do you know if your husband recently

underwent any renovations?

- No. Not that I know of.

- Okay. Please give me a call if you think of anything.

(door clicks)

- Hey, are you a part of this?

- Mrs. Trimani? - On the other side

of the- - This way, please.

- No, look, I told you this was gonna happen.

Who was murdered?

- I can't release that information.

How'd you find out about this?

- My scanner app.

- Maddie, I'm gonna wanna listen to that tipline call,

but right, no, right now

I have more pressing matters to deal with.

(Maddie sighs)

So the newspaper gives you a uniform.

- Tipline's my night job.

I work at Region Kingsley during the day.

- Beaks.

- Excuse me.

- [Officer] Andrew! Bring him all the way back.

- So I, uh, spoke with forensics.

- And?

- Well, the coroner estimates a TOD

between 9:00 and 11:00 last night.

- So at the time Trimani came back for his wallet?

- Yeah, the coroner doesn't know what was in the dart yet,

but she suspects sodium chloride.

We'll know more when the tox reports come back.

- Okay.

Lift any prints from the safe?

- Safe's wiped out.

- Anything else stolen?

- Everything in the safe is missing.

Thief only took the best jewels.

- I have to take care of something.

(door clicks)

All right, back, back. - Okay. Okay.

- Back. - Oh-uh.

I think I.

Oh, what, what are you doing?

- I wasn't kidding when I said stay behind the tape.

- Okay, look, I need to get back to the hotel anyway.

Huh?

(gentle bright music) (keys rattle)

Is that a dart sticking out of that guy's back?

Ow, ow, ow!

I, okay, uh, I'm leaving. Leaving. (groans)

- You promise this time? - Hm.

You know what your problem is.

- I have several problems

and right now you are at the very top of that list.

- You are just like Detective Grazier.

You don't believe anyone's credible.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- I'll keep that in mind.

(gentle upbeat music)

(gentle suspenseful music) (police radio chatter)

- [Maddie] Beltram Safes. Feels like a clue.

(computer chimes)

Breadcrumb. Patterson Security sells Beltram safes.

Looks like we're going on a field trip.

(gentle suspenseful music)

(doorbell rings)

- [Luke] Hi, how can I help you?

- Hi, um, I work at the Region Kingsley

and we are looking for a safe.

I heard Beltram's a good brand.

- You work for the Region Kingsley?

- Mm. - My daughter

almost got married there,

but we ended up having the wedding in her backyard.

Thank goodness. She's already divorced.

- Oh no, I'm so sorry.

- It was for the best, trust me.

- Oh, it's adorable.

But is that your daughter?

- Yeah, my daughter Olivia and my grandson.

So Beltram? Koldie's excellent.

Impossible to crack without a stick of dynamite.

- See, that's what makes Beltram better than other safes.

- Can't go wrong.

- Are they big? - No, certainly.

- How big are they? I mean.

- I will. Thanks.

- You, you go ahead. I'll come back, yeah.

- Hi. - Hi.

Detective Beaks, I'm with Detroit Metro PD.

I'm investigating a robbery

that happened last night at the Trimani Jewelry Store.

Unfortunately their entire safe was cleared out.

I understand they recently purchased a safe.

Can you tell me when?

- Yeah. - All right.

(Maddie clears throat)

- Uh, here. Delivered on the ninth.

- [Dawson] Okay.

And do you know who happened to do that install?

- Hm, Nick Ray.

(siren whining) (Maddie exclaims)

- [Computer] Help, I'm being attacked.

- [Luke] Mm-hmm.

- [Computer] Help, I'm being attacked.

(siren whining)

- Hi!

- Mm, hi. Yes, okay.

- What are you doing here?

- Hmm, you know, with all the, uh, (sighs)

unsolved crime in the city,

I would just really feel safer with one of these, so.

- Right. - Mm.

- Do you mind if we continue this conversation in the back?

- No need. I am leaving.

(quirky bright music)

Thank you for your help.

- Bye. (door clicks)

So, Nick Ray did the install.

Can I speak with him?

- He doesn't work here anymore.

- Oh really? Why not?

- He quit when my daughter filed for a divorce

and kicked him out of her apartment.

- Nick was your son-in-law? - Yes.

I don't think he was comfortable working for me after that.

- [Dawson] I can imagine.

Know where I can find him?

- He gave me an address to mail his final paycheck.

I have it here somewhere, if you like?

- Yes, definitely.

(gentle dramatic music)

(car door thuds)

(car engine rumbling)

(gentle dramatic music)

- I will have to call you back.

- Sorry.

Ah, ooh. (chuckles)

(sighs) Thank goodness it's here.

Uh, thank you. Good day.

- Bye.

(doorbell rings) (door thuds)

- [Dawson] Do you mind if we continue

this conversation in the back?

- [Maddie] No need. I am leaving.

- [Dawson] Oh really? Why not?

(phone chimes) Yes, definitely. (sighs)

(gentle suspenseful music)

- [Luke] Hey, it's me.

Sorry to call, but uh, we have a problem.

A very big problem.

I'll have to call you back.

(gentle dramatic music) (car horns honking)

- [Penny] You need to play this recording for the police.

- Oh no. (laughs) Detective Beaks hates me.

- All the more reason.

When he sees you're collecting evidence for him,

he won't hate you as much.

- You haven't met him.

He is a pompous, power-drunk know-it-all,

who thinks that because he got promoted to robbery/homicide

he is God's gift to Detroit.

- [Penny] Hi!

(quirky suspenseful music)

Can I help you?

- She forgot distrusting

(Penny chuckling)

- Beaks, this is Penny, a future reporter.

I guess you're here to listen to the call, Detective.

(Maddie clears throat)

- So you collected evidence?

- It's not evidence, per se.

It's, it's more of a theory really.

- [Dawson] Mm?

- I- I theorized that Luke Patterson

is involved in the Trimani murder.

- Why is that?

- Because after he gave you Nick's address

and you walked out, he called someone

and said, "We have a big problem."

- Hm!

How did you know that he gave me Nick's address?

You'd already left the store.

- Had I? (squeaks) No, I don't think so.

- You know, it's illegal to secretly record people, right?

It's called eavesdropping.

- Only if you're law enforcement.

- No, that law applies to everybody.

- He's right.

I'm finding a lot of news articles about evidence

that was obtained illegally being thrown out.

- Well, it was never intended to be evidence. (chuckles)

I just, uh, I thought I might help with a lead.

You know, if you want me to delete it,

it's really not a big deal.

- Hold on!

All right, let's listen to it first.

(phone chimes)

- [Luke] Hey, it's me.

Sorry to call, but uh, we have a problem.

A very big problem.

- All right, let's hear the tipline call.

(phone chimes)

- [Caller] A jewelry store is going to be robbed tonight.

- Do you hear that?

There's some kinda weird noise going on in the background.

(phone chimes)

- [Caller] A jewelry store is going to be robbed tonight.

- No, I do hear that.

Wh- what is that?

- I don't know. I'm not sure.

Hey, do you mind making a copy of that for me?

- There you go. I already copied it.

- Wow. I bet you're great at chess, aren't you?

- I am. You're a good detective.

- (sighs) Well, I better let you get back to work.

- Hey, thanks for stopping by. (phone ringing)

"Detroit Free Press" tipline.

All news and crime tips welcome. This is Maddie.

Simba's really cute. - Yeah.

- Did you see her actually take any of the cats?

- Yeah, you think she'd nab 'em while I'm watching?

Of course not. This woman's an expert.

Probably been doing it for years.

- Mm. Which house belongs to her?

- [Artie] Right there.

- Hm! - Yeah.

Careful. (gentle suspenseful music)

- Hi, Cheryl?

Uh, it's, okay.

Um, I am Maddie from the "Detroit Fair Press."

Can I ask you some questions about your cats?

So where did you get your cats?

- Oh, different places. (chuckles)

You know, my ex-husband always said

that I cared more about the cats than I did him.

Well, I can't wait for him

to read your little feature on me.

- Mm, it's not a feature.

It's um, (clears throat)

it's more of an investigative thing.

(dramatic music)

- You tell that Artie to stop falsely accusing me!

- Okay. - Just stating the facts,

lady.

(Maddie sighs) - If I was your cat,

I would run away too.

- Simba did not leave on his own.

He was taken against his will by you.

Okay, everyone here calls you Cheryl the purr-snatcher.

- It was really nice- - Everybody?

- Meeting you both. - Yes, everyone-

- All of your friends? - I've spoken with-

- Are they- - I found

two cat collars in your trash just last week.

Can you explain that, Cheryl?

- [Cheryl] What are you doing going through my trash?

- Because you don't separate your recycling

from your garbage.

And that's another thing about-

- [Cheryl] That is my right as a homeowner.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah.

- So you wanna live next to a landfill?

- Sure. - Yeah?

You don't care about the environment?

- [Cheryl] Better than living next to you.

Guy who goes through my trash and accuses me of-

- I am looking for my cat.

- Detective Beaks here.

Heading to follow up on a potential suspect. Over.

(solemn music)

(fist banging)

Nick Ray?

Detective Beaks with Detroit Metro PD.

Open up please.

- Beaks.

(Dawson sighs)

- Toby.

- So, uh, no uniform?

So, you off-duty, or?

- I made detective.

- Oh, no way.

Yeah, that's really cool.

- Thanks.

Hey, so I'm looking for a guy named Nick Ray.

His former father-in-law said he's been getting mail here.

- Yeah, he does.

Uh, my girlfriend lets him crash on the couch.

- All right. Is he here now?

- No, actually I haven't seen him for,

seen him in a couple days.

He kind of just bounces from place to place usually.

- I'm off to physio. - Hey.

Um, Beaks, this is my girlfriend, Amanda Bly.

Amanda, this is Detective Beaks.

- It's nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

That looks like it hurts.

- Oh, has.

It's been a few weeks now.

It's okay if I keep my weight off it.

You're not in trouble, are you, Toby?

- No. No, babe, come on.

Uh, Beaks is just looking for Nick.

- I understand you let Nick stay here?

- Ah-huh.

- Can I ask how the three of you know each other?

- I went to high school with Nick's younger sister.

- Is there a problem here or?

- No, no problem.

I'm just trying to wrap my head around this coincidence.

That's all. - Mm.

- Nick hasn't done anything wrong, has he, Detective?

- I just wanna ask him some questions.

Uh, this house, Amanda, do you own it?

- Ah, it belongs to my grandmother,

but um, she moved into assisted living about a year ago.

A really nice place.

- And your parents?

- They passed when I was young.

My grandparents raised me.

- You know, a home is a lot of responsibility.

I'm just wondering if maybe Nick pays rent?

- Nick helps me fix it up from time to time,

so that sure would help, but we don't charge him.

I'm, I'm sorry, I've go to go to physio.

- No, of course. - Yeah.

- But hey, since Nick isn't technically a legal tenant,

do you mind if I just take a peek in the guest room?

- Knock yourself out. (chuckles)

Later.

- Ah, here it is

(gentle suspenseful music)

- [Dawson] Patterson, huh?

Guess he never returned his old uniform.

Looks like you went to work

for his father-in-law's main competitor.

- That's, that's Nick with his son.

- [Dawson] Do you know why he might have

a pair of wire cutters?

- Uh, oh yeah, Amanda gave him those

when she had him hook up the new speaker.

- [Officer] Dispatch. This is unit 133.

Got a 10-32 downtown. Requesting backup.

(soft slow guitar music)

- [Ethan] I thought you had the day off?

- I do. I just need to look something up.

Something Artie said made me think.

- I don't know who Artie is, but okay.

- He said that the reason no one sees Cheryl nab the cats

is because she's been doing it for years.

That made me think, whoever killed Mr. Trimani

may have robbed jewelry stores before.

Anything with a dart gun?

- Like this case in Cleveland, Ohio?

- You found one already?

- It's pretty cool how we can read

all these different papers.

That's weird, a dart gun was used with pet tranquilizer.

- [Maddie] That's unusual.

(gentle suspenseful music)

- Well, I'm still waiting on the full tox screen,

but the coroner said there were traces of Xylapreen in it,

it's a sedative used in animals and livestock.

- Okay.

Uh, that's prescription only. - Correct.

But it's not available to the public.

Apparently there wasn't enough of a trace

of Xylapreen in the victim to kill him,

which I- - Xylapreen?

I knew it.

(gentle suspenseful music)

Get this.

A jewelry store was robbed three weeks ago in Cleveland!

A lot of ruby and emerald pieces taken.

Security guard woke up the next morning

with a dart in his chest and it had a sedative in it.

- Xylapreen. - Yep, that's the one.

I mean, it didn't say that when I read the article,

but security guard told me when I called him.

- I'm sorry, who are you?

- I am Maddie Moore from the DFP tipline

and the, the Region Kingsley.

- You spoke with the security guard?

- Well, I called from the tipline office,

so I think he got the impression I was a journalist.

Anyway, you should check on that.

I have his cell number.

Oh, and I was also thinking

that you should call the owner of the Cleveland store

and just see if there's any ties to Luke Patterson.

You know, given that weird call he made after you left.

- You know, I received a call from Joe Callahan

down at "Detroit Free Press," asking why we ignored

a tip that could have prevented a murder.

- The tip was vague, Captain.

- Okay.

Uh, you work at the tipline, Maddie?

- Yes. Yes I do.

- Hm, were you the one that received the tip

about the jewelry store?

- [Maddie] Mm-hmm.

- There is an interesting connection.

- The security guard in that case survived, obviously,

so why did Trimani die?

- Swollen legs?

Were there any creases in his ear lobes?

Oh, maybe one of the victims had a bad heart.

It is after all the number one cause of death.

- You're gonna ask if he had a receding hairline next?

Come on, where are you going with this?

- I heard on a true crime podcast once

that the coroner was talking about some victims

showing signs of underlying issues,

and that he said a diagonal ear crease

is an ultra-predictor of heart disease.

- She's right.

It's called Frank's sign. Hm!

- He has an underlying heart condition.

It could have intervened with the Xylapreen.

I mean, you've seen those prescription med ads.

They list more side effects, including death,

than the drug actually treats.

- Excuse me, can I take this?

Hi, this is Nylan.

- A true crime podcast, huh?

- What can I say?

I take my tipline seriously.

(phone ringing) (gentle dramatic music)

Oh! - What?

- You should up your cardio.

I'm kidding.

- Yeah, I knew that.

I have a great heart. - Mm-hmm.

- Well, according to the toxicology report, Maddie is right.

Trimani was on a whole lot of heart meds.

- So that would explain why, even in small doses,

Xylapreen was lethal in his case

when mixed with beta blockers.

- [Maddie] So it was just supposed to be a robbery.

The murder was accidental.

- That is some stellar investigative work.

- Thank you. Um, I'm a huge crime buff. (chuckles)

- Huh.

So have you ever considered

becoming a volunteer reserve officer?

(Maddie gasps) - I don't think

Maddie has time for that, Captain.

I mean, you know, with everything she-

- Welcome to the force. Ms. Moore.

You're gonna be assisting Detective Beaks here

in this homicide case.

- Thank you, Captain. Thank, thank you so much.

- Aw, you see?

That's how you do it.

- Aw! I'm a detective.

I'm detective.

- Would you excuse me

for a minute? - Yes, sir.

(Maddie exhales sharply)

- Captain? - Huh?

- With all due respect,

I don't think it's a good idea to make her an RO.

- Well, the "Detroit Free Press" can't say

we're not taking their crime tips seriously

if we invite the employee who received the tip

into our little police family, now can they?

Besides, she seems pretty good at finding leads.

Make it work.

- The security cameras were disabled

in the Cleveland robbery too.

Culprit's a wizard at dodging sensors and alarms.

What is happening right now?

- I find looking at all of my suspects in one place helps.

- Oh, so you've done this before?

- No, but it works well on TV.

- Of course it does.

- Okay, here's what we know.

The killer robbed at least two stores three weeks apart,

and both times he used Xylapreen,

which is only accessible to vets,

so either he or she, is either a vet

or has access to one.

- Or they purchased the drug on the black market.

- Sure, yep, that's a possibility too.

You know, I also think it's important to note

that Trimani bought a safe from Luke Patterson

shortly before the robbery.

And your convo with Luke sure got him rattled.

- By the way, the Cleveland-robbery store

also purchased a safe from Patterson.

- So he's definitely our strongest lead. Yeah?

(gentle dramatic music)

- Why did you do that?

- Because Marcella was gone when Trimani was killed,

so we can rule her out.

- Marcella was conveniently out of town.

Tran's checking her alibi.

She could have hired somebody to kill her husband.

- But she said that they'd agreed

to the terms of the divorce

and she wasn't the beneficiary

of his life insurance anymore.

Oh, hey, by the way, who is the beneficiary now?

- Well, he hadn't named one,

which means that the policy pays his estate.

- So she'd get half of?

- An extra 2.5 million.

- (exclaims) So why rob the Cleveland store?

- To make it seem like she wasn't targeting her husband?

We know there was a motorcycle seen

leaving the scene of the crime.

- Okay. I, there's also someone else, it's a long shot.

- So I, uh, finished watching the security footage

from the jewelry store robbery from the,

from the parking lot of the strip mall?

It's from the time Trimani closes up the store

around 5:30 to, uh, when he comes back just after 9:00.

No one came in and out.

- How about between the time Trimani got to the store

that evening and the employee showing up the next morning?

- Nothing. - That's impossible.

The back door was deadbolted from the inside.

- Yeah, well, my guess is that, um,

I gue- someone must have been hiding

inside when Trimani locked up already.

- No, they had to get out somehow.

We're missing something.

And my guess is it has something to do

with the smell of fresh paint.

- See that right there?

That's why he scored a 98.

- 96 and your time's coming.

- Oh yeah? Well, watch must be broken then.

- What was that last part about?

- Tran has taken the detective test twice.

He's a great cop.

He's just lousy at taking tests.

Sometimes I think he feels a little underappreciated.

- Yeah.

(gentle bright music) (phone ringing)

You know how that can be.

(gentle dramatic music)

- Good job today, Maddie,

with your random database of medical facts

in that Cleveland robbery.

I'll find out if they have any footage of the motorcycle.

- Thanks, oh hey, by the way,

I wanted to ask you about this other tip.

I mean, it's not about a murder or anything, it's just.

There's this guy Artie, and uh, he had his cat stolen.

(motorbike engine rumbling)

(screams) Get down!

(both grunt) (dramatic music)

(Maddie exclaiming)

Help! Someone help, he's been shot!

Beaks!

(Maddie gasping) (dramatic music)

(Maddie grunting)

- Hey, stop, stop. I'm fine.

(Maddie grunting) No.

It's hot sauce.

Maddie! Maddie, stop.

You're gonna crack my ribs.

- Detective Beaks. Maddie?

Don't let me, uh, interrupt.

- Some guy on a motorcycle's trying to shoot at us.

- No, there was no, no gunshots.

It was just a bad exhaust backfiring.

Honest mistake.

This is hot sauce.

Everything's fine.

- Okay then.

(Dawson panting)

- It's not every day someone tries to rescue me.

You good?

- Hm!

- Hey, you're okay. - Yeah.

- We're okay. - Yeah.

- Come on.

(gentle solemn music)

- I'm so embarrassed.

I don't know, maybe it was a little bit triggered.

- [Dawson] Do you wanna talk about it?

- I used to work at a sports bar

and one night we got robbed.

When the guy pulled the gun out, I just froze.

All I could register was the gun.

(gentle solemn music)

- Well, you must have been terrified.

- I thought I was gonna be okay,

but I started having these nightmares

and you know, I- I couldn't sleep and I couldn't focus,

and I- I just eventually lost that job.

- Did they ever catch the guy?

- Uh, three years later.

Someone anonymously called in a tip,

which led to his arrest.

And yes, when I found that out,

I was able to put it behind me.

And that is when I started working at the tipline.

Hm.

I want people out there to know that I hear them.

- I'm sure they do.

And we have a lot of good units out there

trying to stop people like that, so.

- As long as 219 is working.

- [Dawson] 219?

- Oh it's, uh, it's on my scanner app.

Yeah, he's always the one making the arrests.

(Dawson chuckles)

- All right, I have to go and write up a hot sauce report.

(gentle solemn music)

But I'm gonna have

one of the uniformed officers drive you home.

And hey, no nightmares tonight.

- No more nightmares.

How's room 1221 coming?

- (sighs) There is a hole in a wall

that I wanna get to before lunch.

Then I will drywall, patch and paint.

Shouldn't take too long.

- You have a boat? Stickers on the box.

- (chuckles) Oh, yeah.

My son gave it to me when I bought my cabin on Lake Erie.

Still saving up for the boat though.

- It's a nice goal.

- Yeah, well, I'm close.

Came into a little money last month

and uh, got a big job coming up.

After that I head to Cleveland and retire for good.

- Hm! - Anyway,

I gotta get to this, uh, hardware store.

Do you mind if I park this here while I'm gone?

- Uh, what kind of concierge would I be

if I said no?

(both chuckle)

And I will miss you dearly, Ron.

(bright music)

(gentle suspenseful music)

That's why there's no footage

of the killer walking through the door.

(sighs) He didn't use it.

- Jackpot. Thank you.

- Beaks. Beaks!

I know how the killer got into Trimani's store.

He broke into it from next door and he-

- And he cut through the wall.

- Yes. What, how did you know?

- The Cleveland heist was also in a strip mall,

which got me thinking.

So I reached out to the property manager.

Look what's next door.

Here's a visual of the jewelry shop.

Check the storefront next to it.

I think we need to go back to Trimani's store

and see what we might have missed.

(gentle suspenseful music)

(door thuds)

- All right.

(Dawson clears throat)

Office is back here.

(soft suspenseful music)

(Dawson sighs)

Well, what's this?

(trolley rattles)

Well.

(gentle suspenseful music)

(Maddie grunts)

I guess it's no longer a theory.

- [Maddie] This is how the killer got in. (groans)

- [Dawson] Come on.

(suspenseful music)

(soft upbeat music)

- It's fresh paint. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, and no security systems or cameras.

Hold on a minute.

I know that ring.

That's from the Cleveland case file.

- Really?

Well, let's ask him about it when he gets off the phone.

- Oh hey!

- Sorry about that. What can I do for you folks?

- I'm just curious about this ring here.

- That's a good choice. She's a real beaut.

- Honey, what do you think about grabbing that

for your mom's birthday?

- Mom would love that.

Ooh, it's probably more than we wanna spend though.

- I can give it to you for a good price.

- I don't know. My mom already has a lot of ruby jewelry.

Uh, do you have any other pieces, like emeralds?

- No emeralds, sorry.

What you see here is all I have.

- But you know what?

Your mom's got all those rubies because she likes 'em,

so let me just get her that, hen.

- Okay, snookums. (Dawson chuckles)

- Well, will you take, um, $100?

- How about (clears throat)

100? (zipper rasps)

(Dawson clears throat)

$11? 111?

Plus a free breakfast buffet at the Region Kingsley?

It has six types of freshly squeezed juice.

- Delicious. - Are you guys for real?

My client would never go for it.

- Who's your client?

- (sighs) You know I can't tell you that.

- Maybe this will change your mind. (clears throat)

- Yeah, I knew it. I knew I could smell cop all over you.

I don't sell hot goods.

- Then what's his name?

(storekeeper sighs)

(gentle upbeat music)

- Nick Ray.

- Patterson's ex son-in-law.

- Nick's a regular. - He's a good client of mine.

He brings in good pieces.

- Hey, has anyone else been acting suspicious

around the store in the past few weeks?

Maybe spending too much time, not buying anything?

- You mean other than you two? No.

- Anyone get hired then quit right away?

- No.

- I think it's time we paid Nick Ray a visit.

- And we will need that ring for evidence.

Mm, could be hot. (storekeeper sighs)

- What she said.

Hey, Tran, I need a list of every jewelry store

located in a strip mall within 20 miles from here

that also has Beltram safes or Patterson security.

And check for any vacant shops next door,

or if anyone's recently applied for a renovation permit.

Yeah. Thanks.

- So what are we thinking?

- (sighs) I'm thinking

that they're gonna strike again.

- Mm-hmm. - Soon.

(gentle dramatic music)

- CCTV footage from a store near Trimani's,

it's grainy, but shows us, uh, the suspect escaping

on a motorcycle around the time of the break-in.

Now Nick Ray doesn't own a motorcycle.

At least not one that's registered with the DMV.

- But that doesn't mean he couldn't have stolen one though.

- Nick has to be involved.

Why else would he be fencing stolen goods?

- Well, most likely 'cause he's got a wrap sheet.

He was busted last year for pawning stolen purses.

- Guess he figured he could make more money with jewelry.

- So out of the 96 jewelry stores in Detroit,

22 of them are in strip malls,

and only 10 of them got their safes

from Patterson or Cojack.

I've got Tran still working with the permit office now.

- Well, that narrows it down.

I guess I should see if Nick has paid any of these a visit.

- We. We should see.

- Be discreet.

I don't wanna cause any panic.

- Okay, when we get there, let me do all the talking. Yeah?

- Okay, just wing it. Yeah, right on.

You know the first rule of improv?

Uh, always build on what your fellow actor just said.

- Right, but you're not gonna build on anything

because I'm taking the lead here.

Right? - I promise I won't talk.

- Thank you

- Very much.

(gentle suspenseful music)

- Hi. - Oh!

- We are, uh, looking for-

- Wedding bands.

- How fun. When's the big day?

- Jan- - September.

We're actually looking for a watch.

My brother, he said he found one that he really likes.

Uh, the thing is, I don't know what watch it is,

I don't know what store he found it at,

but he installs safes,

so he is in jewelry stores all the time,

and maybe you've helped him.

That's him.

No? - Is this

your entire selection?

- I can get some more from the back.

- Oh, speaking of the back, is that where your safe is?

You're probably right.

That's where most stores keep them.

- I'm sorry, my fiance is very into security

and sometimes asks questions

that can sound like she's prying.

She doesn't mean anything by it.

Do you have this model here in white gold?

- Mm-hmm.

- Thank you.

All right, it's time to go.

- But we have to see if it's a Beltram safe.

No, wait, that was very rude.

You should never put down your fiance

in front of other people.

- Oh really?

I thought we discussed it.

I was gonna take the lead on this.

- I'll answer that after I receive an apology.

- Can't believe you put me in this kind of a position.

(gentle dramatic music)

(phone keys clacking)

- [Storekeeper] I- is this the police?

I think I'm about to be robbed.

- Apologies generally start with, "I'm sorry."

- Oh, do they? - Mm.

- Mm. - Sorry to keep you waiting.

- See? Yes, so?

- Oh, we don't have it in white gold.

- Mm! - Everybody, hands in the air!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Hands where I can see 'em!

- What's happening. - Get them up!

- Hey, hey, hey!

What are you doing?

(Nylan sighs)

- Everybody stand down.

They're not here to rob the store.

- Rob it? Of course not!

We're cops.

(Nylan sighs)

(quirky slow dramatic music)

(Dawson sighs)

- You know, I would say

forget what I said about being discreet,

but it seems you already have. (chuckles)

(phone buzzing)

- Should we check out the other stores, or?

- Just a second.

Tran says he got a hit.

- Oh! - Come on.

(gentle dramatic music)

- Looks like they're doing some renovations.

- [Dawson] Mm-hmm.

- Oh, Mr. White! What are you doing here?

- This is my new shop.

We just knocked this wall down

to do a full expansion into the larger space next door.

- You sell jewelry? - Yeah.

- How do the two of you know each other?

- [Barbara] Oh, Maddie!

- Mr. and Mrs. White, uh, this is my friend, uh.

- Dawson Beaks.

I'm a detective with Detroit Metro PD.

- Oh, is there anything wrong?

- No, everything's fine.

I just, uh, I like to introduce myself

to new business owners in the area.

- Oh, how nice.

Charles, sweetie, give him one of your business cards.

- This is VIP service.

Maddie, you really are a great concierge.

- Thank you. - She's quite wonderful.

- He's cute, dear.

- Oh no. No! (laughs) - Uh.

- We are just friends. Yeah?

- Friends. - Yeah, we're friends.

- Mm-hmm. - Friends.

- Good friends make great husbands. (chuckles)

Oh, um, by the way, will you see Ron

at the hotel anytime soon?

- Ron, the handyman?

- Yeah, he forgot his screwdriver.

- Oh, you hired Ron?

- We bumped into him in the hotel elevator.

We asked him to take over the entire reno.

It's been such a disaster, but he's retiring soon, so.

- Mr. White, safe's all installed.

- [Charles] Yeah, perfect.

- I'm just gonna get you to, uh, set the codes.

- That's Nick Ray. - To the panel.

It's straightforward. - Yeah.

- Just plug in your codes and you're good to go.

I'll walk you through the functions.

- Nick, I'm Detective Beaks.

Was hoping we could have a word.

- I didn't do anything.

- Well, we still-

(fists thudding)

(Dawson and Nick grunting and groaning)

- Mr. White, it's under control, it.

- All right. Sorry about this, Mr. and Mrs. White.

- I'm so sorry.

Again, I'm really sorry.

Yeah. Okay.

(Barbara sighs)

- It's!

(suspenseful music) (door rattles)

- Thank you.

(phone ringing)

Where are you going?

- To interview Nick.

Ooh, should I play good cop or bad cop?

- You're not any kinda cop.

Sorry. Stay here.

(police radio chatter)

You a puzzle guy? - Yeah. Calms me down.

(soft suspenseful music)

- I'm Reserve Police Officer Maddie,

and uh, this is my partner, Beaks.

- So where were you three nights ago?

- Home. - Home?

Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

- Is that Amanda Bly's home on Boxer Street?

- Toby told me you came by.

I don't know anything about stolen purses.

- Look, this isn't about stolen purses, Nick.

Okay?

We have evidence that you were involved

in the Trimani Jewelry Store robbery, possibly others.

- What evidence?

Oh no, right, yeah, um.

Yeah, that evidence.

- Did my father-in-law tell you that?

I had nothing to do with any robberies.

Whatever he said, it's a lie.

That guy hates me.

He's trying to get me thrown in jail

so I can't get custody of my kid.

- Okay.

When was the last time you rode a motorcycle, Nick?

- Back when I was still married to Olivia.

Mr. Patterson, he's got a couple

we took along north to Copper Harbor.

- How did you get possession of a ruby ring

connected to a heist back in Cleveland?

- I want a lawyer.

- [Maddie] Nick.

- If you're arresting me, do it.

(gentle dramatic music)

(cat meows)

- I can't believe you let Nick go.

- Legally, we had no choice.

Until we can prove that Nick is the one

who actually stole the jewelry in the first place,

as his lawyer stated, we can't hold him.

- Fine.

Well, in the meantime,

we should rule out the other suspects then.

- It is interesting timing that Ron decides to retire

right after these stores are robbed.

And he's doing renos in another.

It could be a convenient way to case a new jewelry store.

- Ron? No, no way.

No, I've known him for years, he's a good guy.

- You know, between Mrs. White and Nick and Ron,

there's one common thread that we've been neglecting.

- Huh?

- You.

- Me?

- In my line of work, there's no coincidences,

but man, all roads just seem to lead right to Maddie Moore.

- I am in the hotel business and I'm on a tipline.

I know people. - Mm-hmm.

- I know a lot of people.

Probably more than you, Officer.

- It's Detective

- It's RO Maddie Moore to you.

(phone ringing)

- Detective Beaks.

Really? Okay, thank you, Tran.

Guess what conference Marcella Trimani was attending

in Atlanta the night her husband died?

- Hm? - A veterinarian conference.

- Marcella's a vet?

Marcella Trimani not only stands to gain

a lot of money from Trimani's estate,

she's a vet with access to Xylapreen.

- And she would've known what heart meds her husband was on

and that mixing them with Xylapreen would be lethal.

- Agreed.

On top of owning a motorcycle and a company

that installed Trimani's safe,

Mr. Patterson made an incriminating call after you left.

- He might be trying to frame Nick

to get him out of his daughter

and his grandson's life for good.

- Nick could be doing this all on his own

and trying to make us think it was his ex father-in-law

to get back at his ex-wife.

- Nick does have a history of stealing.

He installed the Trimani safe, had the ruby ring,

and according to his friend, Amanda, is pretty handy.

- Okay, I'm gonna say Nick's number two,

Luke's number three.

- And speaking of handy, we still have Ron.

Look, he owns a cabin in Cleveland,

he plans on retiring soon and recently came into some money.

Plus he's moonlighting for strangers who own jewelry stores.

When was the last time you ate food?

- I'm in the middle of a murder investigation.

- Well, you still have to eat food.

Right, let's grab a pizza. (phone chimes)

- It's Ethan. He's at the tipline office.

Says he found something.

(soft suspenseful music)

- Thanks for letting us know.

I'll pass the tip on to the editorial team.

- [Ethan] Awesome, you brought food!

- Yes. - Yeah.

- Hey, I have something cool to show you.

I used my music editing software.

You won't believe what I found.

(phone chiming)

- Keep ignoring your daddy, he might just show up here.

- My step-dad needs to step-off.

He just wants to check up on me.

Make sure I show up as a productive member of society

and not a lazy bum with my guitar.

- On that note, what was it that you wanted to show Maddie?

- Oh, something cool I did with the editing software.

- [Caller] A jewelry store is going to be robbed tonight.

A jewelry store is going to be robbed tonight.

- That's a woman's voice. How'd you do that?

- I ran the recording through some music editing software

that allows me to separate audio tracks

and reduce distortion.

- Oh, that's brilliant.

- There's more.

You know that strange sound in the background?

(keyboard keys clacking)

(creature wailing)

- Is that a cat?

- No. - What is it with you

and cats?

- It's a pretty good guess though.

It's something that cries at the same frequency as a cat.

It's a baby.

(baby wailing)

- Olivia.

- [Dawson, Ethan And Penny] Who?

- Ha, Luke Patterson's daughter.

She recently had a son, Nick's baby.

Luke showed me a photo of them the day I illegal,

accidentally recorded his call.

- And that's why she wasn't answering

any of your questions. - Hm.

- She wanted to stop the robbery

without ratting either one of them out.

- Right. Which one?

(dramatic music)

- [Dawson] Olivia, thanks for coming in.

- I don't know why Nick would tell you

that my dad still owns his motorcycles.

He knows Dad sold them a year ago.

He helped him find the buyers.

- [Maddie] Hm.

(baby wailing)

- [Dawson] That's you, isn't it?

- I didn't know for sure if it was Nick or not,

so I didn't know what to say

when the woman on the tipline started asking me

a bunch of questions anonymously.

- That was me. I asked her a question.

- The day the Trimani Jewelry Store was robbed,

I went over to the house Nick is staying at

to talk to him about child support.

- And this is the house that belongs to Amanda Bly?

- Yes. I got up to the front door.

- [Man] You can't just take that much jewelry

to a pawn shop, they're gonna suspect you stole it.

Anyway, we need to nail down the plan for tonight.

- Oh! Hey, Olivia, I didn't hear you knock.

- Hi, Toby. I- is Nick around?

- Yeah.

Nick! Come on in.

- Um, is Amanda here too?

- You want me to get Nick to come out?

Nick, Olivia's here to see you!

- Uh!

- So Nick came out to talk to you?

Did you ask him about the conversation you overheard?

- I didn't want him to think I was eavesdropping.

And honestly, if he was going to rob a jewelry store,

I didn't wanna get involved.

- So you're not sure if he was talking

to someone inside the house or on the phone?

- The day the Trimani store was robbed,

my dad called and he said, "We have a big problem."

That night he came over and he said he was worried

Nick may be going to prison for the rest of his life.

- That was the call. - Mm.

- Yeah?

- Did you tell your dad

about the conversation you overheard?

- Of course.

He's the one who advised me to call the tipline anonymously.

- Olivia, do you know if Nick has access

to a drug called Xylapreen?

- What is that?

- It's a sedative. It's used on animals.

- Not that I know of.

But his doting roommate, Amanda,

and her boyfriend, Toby, work at a pet store.

(gentle suspenseful music)

(seagulls squawking)

(knuckles rapping)

- You can learn a lot from spurned exes.

I should have guessed that it was Olivia that called.

(knuckles rapping) It's Beaks! Open up!

(gentle dramatic music)

- [Maddie] Beaks!

- Maddie. - Yeah?

- You can't do that without a warrant.

- [Maddie] Right, okay. (sighs)

That's right, you just wait.

(gentle suspenseful music)

- [Dawson] Well, we have expanded our investigation.

- Welcome to the suspect list, Amanda and Toby.

Olivia thinks Amanda's interest in Nick may be romantic,

but she, Nick and Toby may be partners in crime.

- It's possible, but we can't jump

to any conclusions till we have solid evidence.

- Hey, Beaks.

Here's the, uh, address

for the Paws in West Coast pet clinic.

- Thank you. - Yeah, I spoke to the GM.

Says that Amanda Bly is scheduled

to work 5:00 to 11:00 tonight.

- All right. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, and um, Marcella's due for questioning

in a few hours, all right?

- Thank you.

(phone ringing)

(gentle suspenseful music)

So (sighs) do you wanna play a good cop or a bad cop?

- I actually have to work at the hotel this afternoon.

Mia, my boss, wasn't thrilled when, uh,

I left without telling her the other day, so.

- Yeah, no, of course, I get it.

I'll interview Marcella and Amanda myself.

- Let me know what you find out.

- Definitely.

- Yep. Hm!

(Dawson sighs) (gentle bright music)

(gentle dramatic music)

(phone line beeps)

- [Artie] Hello?

- Artie, it's Maddie from tipline.

Uh, Cheryl mentioned she was divorced.

Do you know her ex's name?

- Yeah, Benjamin Benson, finally got fed-up

and left about a year ago, why?

- Do you happen to know where he works?

- He's a math teacher at the high school

right here on the corner.

- Perfect.

- I never tried to hide the fact that I'm a vet.

What difference would it make?

- You have direct access to a number of medications,

including the one that killed your husband.

You don't think that that makes a difference?

- (scoffs) In my clinic, I have strict protocols

regarding the dispensing of meds.

Every mill is accounted for.

- Well, we'll certainly look into that.

Look, your alibi checks out.

(Marcella scoffs)

But are you sure that there isn't something

you're not telling me?

Perhaps you hired someone.

- And what would be my motive?

I'm happy in my life and my career

and so was my husband.

- Despite the irreconcilable differences?

(bright music)

Okay, (clears throat) thank you for your time.

You're free to go.

- So that's it?

- That's it for now.

(suspenseful music)

- Simba! You're home little guy, mwah.

So where was he?

- Cheryl's mother's house.

That Benjamin said Cheryl routinely takes the cats

to her mother's, so I figured I'd pay that woman a visit.

And she was very apologetic,

and didn't she give me Simba back!

- Thank you so much. - Oh, my pleasure.

- Oh, and I guess I owe you the reward too.

Now, I don't have the five grand

at this particular moment, but I can make payments.

- Free and clear. No reward necessary.

Reuniting loved ones is a reward enough.

- Maddie, I can't tell you how much this means.

I- I thought no one cared.

- Hm, people care more than you realize sometimes.

(gentle dramatic music)

(soft upbeat music)

- [Dawson] Hey, how's the ankle?

- Oh, uh, hi, Detective.

- Hi.

- It's not great.

- You know, injuries like that can take a long time.

- I guess.

My doctor says it won't ever be the same.

Um, what can I help you with?

- Are you familiar with Xylapreen?

(soft suspenseful music)

Maybe Nick asked you to steal some for him

from the vet who works out of the office back there?

- No.

- Look, Nick is in some pretty big trouble,

and I would hate for you to get caught up in that

just because you stole some drugs for him.

Amanda, Toby thinks the world of you.

- I know he does.

- Don't make a mistake that could send you to jail.

Now the truth goes a long way with me.

Just tell me what you know.

(gentle dramatic music)

- Nick asked me to steal him some Xylapreen, but I said no.

- Okay. - He asked Toby too,

but he refused.

- And how long has Toby been working here?

- A couple months. I helped him get the job.

He's actually coming in soon to, uh,

take the rest of my shift,

'cause I have to go home and study.

- [Toby] Beaks?

(gentle suspenseful music)

(car horns honking) (gentle music)

(Barbara clears throat)

(phone ringing)

(Barbara sighing)

- Mrs. White?

(gasps) Hi! Mrs. White, are you all right?

- Oh, I'm sure that appeared more dramatic

than it should have.

I am just exhausted, is all.

Opening a new store is no joke. (sighs)

- Where's Mr. White?

- He's still at the store.

Between the first shipment of jewelry arriving early

and us not being remotely close to opening,

and the issue with the safe,

he was interrupted all day.

(gentle suspenseful music)

- Issues with the safe?

- Well, apparently that man who installed it

didn't write down a number or something.

Cojack sent someone back over.

(chuckles) It's all taken care of now,

which means finally time for a hot bath

and a glass of wine. (laughs)

- I will send up a bottle of Cabernet.

- Oh, you are the best.

(sighs) Truly. - Mm.

- [Barbara] Thank you.

(gentle suspenseful music)

(elevator pings)

(gentle suspenseful music continues)

- You think I stole a drug from the vet

to give to Nick?

No way.

- Babe, if you did, just tell the truth.

You don't owe Nick anything.

- I am telling the truth.

- You're welcome to search my house,

our lockers, whatever you want.

Right, Toby?

Anyway, here are my keys.

(soft suspenseful music)

(Dawson clears throat)

(locker door thuds)

(dramatic music)

(Dawson sighs)

- That's, that's not mine.

- [Dawson] I'm gonna need you to come with me now

to the station. - No! No!

(locker clatters)

- Toby! Toby.

Toby! Wait!

(dramatic music) (Toby panting)

Hey! Hey, Toby!

(motorbike engine rumbling)

(sirens wailing)

(suspenseful music)

- [GPS Assist] You have arrived at Panache Jewels.

- Detective Beaks. I need an APB on one Toby Simms.

Black motorcycle traveling south on Whitmore Drive.

(slow dramatic music)

- [Maddie] Good night, Mr. White.

Mr. White departing his store at 10:22 PM.

(car engine rumbling)

(slow suspenseful music)

- [Dispatch] Suspect was last seen on foot

near an abandoned warehouse on Rob Fields near 28th.

- Copy that. I'm on my way.

(suspenseful music)

- No! Not again.

(door creaking)

- [Dawson] Detective Beaks. I'm at the warehouse.

I have the motorcycle in sight,

pursuing on foot, requesting backup.

(phone line ringing)

Detective Beaks, leave a message.

(phone beeps) - They're at it again.

I'm just outside the back entrance of Panache Jewels.

Call me!

(phone ringing)

- Detroit Metro PD, Tran speaking.

- Officer Tran, it's Maddie Moore.

I need to speak to Captain Nylan.

- I think she's gone for the day.

Do you want her voicemail?

- No, no, no! Wait, my phone's about to die.

Send cops out to Panache Jewels on 28th, asap!

There's about to be a robbery. Hello?

Wait, did you get that?

- [Tran] Panache Jewels.

(slow suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

- [Dawson] Toby!

Come tell me your side of the story.

This isn't worth it, Toby.

- I- I didn't rob that store.

- [Dawson] Then why is there a dart gun in your locker?

- I don't know. Someone set me up.

- [Dawson] If it was a setup, then just come out

and talk to me about it.

- No, no, you're just gonna,

you're just gonna arrest me like last time.

- Not if you didn't do it, Toby.

I'm not interested in putting the wrong person away.

(suspenseful music)

Any second now, this place is gonna be crawling with cops.

(dramatic music)

(Toby sighs)

- [Toby] Look, I swear I,

I've never shot a dart gun in my life.

- [Tran] This is Officer Tran following up on a lead

at Panache Jewels in Midtown.

Over. (static hisses)

(door rattles)

(gentle suspenseful music)

(car door thuds)

(door rattling)

(gentle suspenseful music)

(door creaking)

(Maddie sighs)

(suspenseful music)

(Maddie softly gasping)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

- [Officer] Gotta make sure nobody comes through here,

all right? - All right,

I'm gonna meet you down at the station

and take your statement, okay?

- Okay. (sirens wailing)

(Toby sniffles) (solemn music)

(Dawson sighs) (solemn music)

- [Maddie] They're at it again.

I'm just outside the back entrance of Panache Jewels.

Call me!

- [Tran] Followed up at Panache Jewels, no activity.

Heading back to the station.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(shelving whirs)

(Maddie sighs)

(Maddie grunting)

- [Maddie] Huh, that's one way to avoid alarms.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(static hisses) - Detective Beaks.

Report of a 2-11 in progress.

Panache Jewels on 28th.

- I- I just cleared that 2-11, Beaks.

No one was there.

Door's still locked. (static hisses)

(car engine rumbling) - You reached Maddie Moore,

I'm not available right now.

Please leave a message after the beep.

(phone beeps)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Maddie gasps)

(plastic crackles)

(floorboard creaks)

(Maddie softly exclaims)

(intensifying suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(Maddie exclaims)

(Maddie exclaims)

(Maddie coughing) (dramatic music)

(both groaning)

Amanda?

No! Let go, no!

- Maddie! It's, it's me.

- Amanda! (groans)

- [Dawson] Maddie!

- [Maddie] Beaks! (panting)

- I never meant to hurt anyone.

You, you have to believe me.

Trimani was an accident.

I didn't know the Xylapreen would kill him.

It was just a sedative.

You don't understand. (panting)

My grandparents raised me

and now it's just me and my grandmother.

- Amanda, why don't you let her go

and we can talk about it.

- Talk. You wanna talk?

Okay, let's talk about the fact

that my only chance of graduating

and having a decent life was my track scholarship.

And now it's gone.

How am I supposed to pay for all this

with a minimum-wage pet store job?

I can't.

- So that's why you did it.

- I was going to stop, then the bank

was gonna foreclose on my grandmother's house.

I couldn't lose that too.

- Amanda, I wanna help you, if you'll let me.

- It's too late. (panting)

For what it's worth, Nick and Toby

had nothing to do with this.

I told Nick we were bonding my grandmother's jewelry

and he believed it.

Or at least pretended to.

(Amanda grunts)

(glass crashing) (alarm blaring)

(Amanda and Maddie grunt)

- Thanks! (Maddie groans)

Amanda! Hey!

Hey! (Amanda and Dawson grunting)

- Amanda, you have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say here- - Let me cuff her first!

- Oh, okay. Go ahead!

- Okay, start over.

- You are under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law.

(alarm blaring) (Amanda panting)

- Attorney. - Right, yeah, hm.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one

one will be appointed for you.

Do you understand these rights?

- Seriously? Who are you?

- That's Reserve Police Officer Maddie Moore.

(gentle upbeat music) (alarm blaring)

(Amanda panting)

- [Amanda] Ow! Go gentle on my ankle.

- [Dawson] Officers, take her away.

- Thank you, Detective.

Thanks, Maddie. Suspect in custody.

- We got her, Captain. - Huh!

I really hope this was done legally, Beaks.

- Oh yes, ma'am.

Pretty sure it was.

For the most part.

- [Nylan] You two work well together.

I hope to see you again, Maddie.

- Hey. - Hey.

(Maddie sighs)

I almost feel sorry for her.

- You know, in this line of work,

you come across all sorts of sociopaths,

psychopaths, narcissists, but most of the time

it's just the everyday people who lose their way.

- Or in some cases, pompous, power drunk now-it-alls.

(Dawson laugh)

- You forgot distrusting.

I'm just glad she confessed to everything.

It's almost like she was relieved it was over.

- How'd she break into the safes?

- Well, anytime Nick would install one,

she'd put on one of his uniform shirts

and then she'd show back up at the store

pretending that they forgot to write down a serial number,

and she'd install these.

- Tiny cameras?

- Motion activated.

If you weren't looking for them, they'd be easily missed.

Anytime anyone punched a code into the safe,

she recorded it,

and then she'd retrieve them along with the jewelry.

We've recovered over 400,000

in stolen diamonds and jewels from her home.

- What about the Xylapreen?

- She stole it.

That's why she got Toby a job at the pet store,

so she could pin it on him when she had to.

- [Maddie] Hm. Lovely.

- [Dawson] Yeah, young love, I guess.

- [Maddie] Poor thing. Is Toby doing okay?

- [Dawson] He'll be all right. He's on the right path.

- [Maddie] Well, you did it,

you solved your first homicide case.

- I had a little help.

- Oh, just a little, huh?

- Hey, Maddie.

Captain Nylan asked me to give this to you before you left.

- Thank you. Oh, it's a uniform.

Oh, and a Taser! - What?

- Just kidding. It's a handbook.

I bet I already know most of what's in here.

- Well, read it anyways. Do it for me.

- RO Moore, well done.

219. Oh, sorry.

Detective! (chuckles)

- You're him? 219?

You're him.

- I used to be.

- When do I get a number?

Do I get to choose my own?

Because my lucky number's eight.

(kitten meows)

Oh, my gosh, come here, come here!

Hi, little guy.

What are you doing down there, huh?

I bet you're hungry, aren't you?

(kitten meows) Yeah.

- By the way, once I've finished my paperwork in there,

I'll look into that tip with the missing cats.

- There's no need.

Hm? Yeah, I solved it.

- What do you mean you solved it?

(gentle bright music)

(kitten meows)

Are you just gonna keep that kitten?

- You mean Detective Pawsome, Beaks?

Maybe. Maybe.

(gentle dramatic music)