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Cliché...

Could not be more cliché.

- Yeah. - Good to see you.

- What are... what are you doing? - Husband paid extra.

I don't know what that means.

It means he needs proof, proof.

Gross!

Yep!

Garbage bag taped to the window, classy.

Say it again.

- You are my big boy. - That's right. Tell me what to do.

- Tell me I'm your big boy. - You are my big boy!

- That's right. I'm your big boy. - Yeah, show it to me.

- Yeah, say it again. - You are my big boy!

- Yeah, I'm your big boy! - Yeah!

Yeah! Ooh!

- Whoa! Oh! - What?

Leaving the flash on, not ideal!

Hey, uh...

So, um...

I'm just...

I...

Don't just stay here.

- Go after her! - Hey!

Tom! Start the car!

Ah! Hey! Hey!

Go! Go! Go!

I guess some people really don't like

getting their photo taken.

What?

Morning! Uh...

Got a call from Mr. Hernandez.

- He was quite happy with the photos. - I bet he was.

- Elected not to dig into that any further. - Probably wise.

Also, your mother called again.

She had some rather invasive inquiries.

And I got you a new assignment,

an insurance claim investigation.

Wow!

- It's good. It's keeping us busy. - Come on!

When I agreed to this, I wasn't promised busy, Gary.

We're new. We should be thankful any work is coming in at all.

OK, we need to make a name for ourselves, make a splash.

We're making splashes.

Since we started this firm, we've been making baby splashes.

OK, we cannot make a name for ourselves

busting adulterers and insurance sheets.

Give me the file.

Mmm!

- Where's Tom? - That was your other call.

A millennial making a phone call. This should be interesting.

I'm afraid your driver has tendered his resignation.

Apparently, Tom doesn't feel safe working alongside you.

- Crybaby poopy pants. - Obviously, I don't want to assign any blame.

- Then don't! - Tom was your what? 6th driver?

- Seventh. - Seven drivers in three months.

Maybe it's time we start looking inward.

- Already have. - And?

About what you'd expect.

Mm-hmm. Well, if you'll follow me, I've lined you up a new driver.

- What's his background? - Uh, well, uh, her background.

- Gary, quick word? - Yeah.

- What is that? - That is, uh, my niece, Sarah.

Is she sitting in front of my new male driver or something?

Sarah's great. She's had rather extensive schooling

and has a real knack for this field,

a real ability with people.

You'll both benefit from the pairing.

Just give her a chance.

It's all I ask.

Here we go.

Sorry about that.

Everything's good, all good.

Sarah Winchester, Marissa Wong. Marissa, Sarah.

I've heard such great things.

All right, I gave it a shot.

- Wait! - Gary!

Look at her outfit, that unearned self confidence.

She's clearly had far too happy of a childhood.

It had its ups and downs.

Nobody's buying that for a second.

She's gonna get on my last nerve.

You'll have to forgive Marissa.

She's not a morning person or an afternoon person.

- But she's the best detective. - You're hesitant, I get that.

- Insightful. - The walls here are painfully thin,

and I heard everything you said.

- Not ideal! - Great bones, though.

The good news is I may have a lead

on a potential investigation, something exciting.

A potential splash!

A murder investigation.

If I have the job, that is.

I told you she'd fit right in.

Splash!

You're really gonna like my grandma's friend Gladys.

She's a bit distraught 'cause of the murder.

But, uh, she's a dream client.

I'm looking forward to this. We have an opportunity to...

Here's how this works, you're driving.

- Great, love to drive. - That's it.

- OK. Maybe also, in addition to that... - No!

Not here to listen to anyone's life story or mentor anyone.

- No, of course not. - OK, good!

I have enough on my plate.

I forgot to put on deodorant today.

So I gotta go about my day with that in my head.

Oh...

Is this road legal?

I'm having some issues with my insurance.

Yeah, it would appear.

Nude baseball bat attacks are apparently

- in their coverage Grey zone. - Huh!

Either way, happy to drive you anywhere you need

until you get your licence reinstated.

A subject you're obviously not too fond of discussing.

Say no more.

Lacking the fast-paced environment I was promised.

My grandma's friend Gladys lives here.

She's the one that wants to hire us.

Really?

OK, thank you. Bye-bye.

Hi there.

We are meeting Gladys.

Parkwood. Gladys Parkwood.

- You must be the investigators. - Investigator.

- Driver. - Karen, residence director.

Quite the old folks' home you got here, Karen!

- Adult lifestyle community. - I don't know what that means.

But this is definitely the kind of place

I hope my family forces me into one day.

Gladys is waiting for you in our lounge.

Follow me.

Gladys? Hi!

I'm not sure if you remember me. I'm Cathy's granddaughter.

This is Marissa Wong, the investigator my grandmother mentioned.

- Real pleasure, ma'am. - Please, sit.

So, how may I be of assistance?

Well, it's my fiancé.

Fiancé, never too old!

He was my fiancé. He was murdered.

They say it was a heart attack, but I don't buy it.

Not buying what they're selling, huh?

He was in the prime of his life.

That's certainly an interpretation.

There's no way Harold had a heart attack.

- I could potentially see a way. - I feel it in my gut!

- It's never wrong. - In this case, it could be.

So, you'll find who killed Harold?

The police have been no help.

Uh, Gladys, what makes you think

that somebody would want to kill Harold?

He was quite the hot commodity,

with the ladies.

I could, uh, see that.

You should have seen the way they looked at him...

even some of the daughters.

We weren't exclusive.

- Right... - When we got engaged,

he ended things with the others.

- Courteous. - There were a lot of unhappy women.

Naturally.

A lot of jealousy.

Right...

Harold's apartment.

He gave me a key.

Quite the regime!

Harold's team of cardiologists were very thorough.

Team?

Team of cardiologists.

All of this medication was for Harold's heart?

He didn't like to discuss his health.

Had one of his other girls fill his prescriptions for him.

A man after my own heart.

Harold had his vices.

Caribbean Velvet?

Where did Harold find this?

I thought they banned it after those miners went blind.

- Oh my God! Poor kids! - Untwist your panties.

Miners who work in a mine.

Oh, that's slightly better, I guess.

Many a night I spent with this guy.

How did Harold find this?

One of his other lovers used to import it for him.

- Who's this? - That's Harold's long-deceased first wife.

So, when can you start?

Gladys, as much as I feel for you,

this isn't something I can take on.

Uh, no.

You don't understand.

"Leave it alone or you're next."

Someone slid this under my door

after I started asking about investigators.

Whoever killed Harold doesn't want the truth to come out,

even if it means killing me!

You have to find Harold's killer before they kill me.

It doesn't feel right us taking an extended lunch

when Gladys paid for the day.

Look, no offence to your grandma,

- but her friend Gladys is... - But you took her money.

Look, if investigating Harold's murder

gives Gladys some sort of closure,

who am I not to cash the cheque?

Also, um,

- is that such a good idea? - It was a gift.

It would be rude not to take it.

Yeah, but aren't you in recovery?

- Gary told me. - Perfect.

Well, I'm guessing that's how you lost

your driver's licence in the first place.

Here.

Knock yourself out.

- I just think that we're... - OK, you know what?

I spoke to Harold's doctor while you were in the john.

Harold died of natural causes.

The guy was pushing 90.

Plus, there was no motive.

- Maybe... - You know what? I don't know

what makes you feel like this is up for a zesty debate...

- But what about... - OK!

My head is killing me. Can we just eat in silence for a bit?

It's Mom. Don't answer.

It's Mom. Don't answer.

It's Mom. Don't...

Hello, Mother.

No, I cannot help her with her parking ticket.

Because I'm not a cop anymore. I'm a private in...

Well, that's...

No, I'm...

OK, I'm going into a tun...

I don't know if you...

Um, if you put the phone on airplane mode instead of hanging up,

it registers as "call failed" instead of "call ended",

which is a little bit more truthful

to the person on the other end.

So, uh, what were you gonna say before?

Something doesn't feel right about all this.

And what part of the death of the Don Juan

of the old folks' home doesn't feel right?

What about the threatening note?

OK, Gladys wrote that herself. She's hurt.

- She's feeling lonely. - Didn't you see her hands?

Gladys has two hands, correct.

Yeah, and crippling arthritis.

Cutting out all those letters would have been torture for her.

And I can't stop thinking about what Gladys said as we left.

About Harold's younger lover?

He told Gladys she threatened to kill him

when he broke it off. Shouldn't we at least...

Shouldn't you at least look into it?

Gladys told us that Harold was quite the ladies man.

- That's a... - A surprise? Us too.

Do you know of anyone who was seeing Harold?

Someone who may not have taken the engagement well.

I sort of make it my business

not to get involved in that business.

Especially in this day and age.

Viagra.

An unfortunate game changer for you and your staff, I'm sure.

It's been...

They're all having sex now.

None of them understand condoms.

Well, you know what they say about old dogs.

Do you mind if I go take a look around,

- talk to a few residents? - That's...

Actually, I did just think of something.

All ears.

I can't say for sure that they were involved,

but I do remember our former choir director told me

Harold and one of our younger residents, Janet,

got into a bit of a fight shortly before Harold died,

after choir practice.

Did Janet threaten him?

She was, um, aggressive.

And where might we find this Janet?

Janet?

- And you are? - An investigator.

I've been hired to look into the death of Harold.

- Why? - Suspicion of foul play.

He had a heart attack.

- Well, I was just wondering if I could... - You're polluting my space.

Go away.

Hi, sorry to just pop up all unannounced.

Um, this is a lovely spot.

It's fine.

- I come most days. - I can see why.

It's lovely.

Um, do you mind if I ask you a couple questions about Harold?

I understand you two were intimate?

We were acquaintances.

Acquaintances who...

Just acquaintances.

I'm an independent woman.

Aren't we all?

We understand you and Harold got into a fight after...

- A fight? - A disagreement.

Got into a disagreement after choir practice?

Do you remember what about?

That man was a habitual cheater.

With other women?

At cribbage.

Less interesting.

Janet, did you...

Did you threaten Harold?

I don't threaten people.

- I mean, we've all threatened... - I can make an exception.

I have somewhere to be.

Uh, but, uh, if anything comes to mind...

What do you think about Janet's story?

She's obviously lying.

The question is why?

Back so soon?

- I got a couple of questions for... - I'm glad I ran into you.

That's understandable. I'm a delight.

I forgot something about Janet.

She's moving out. Gave me no notice.

Just sprung it around the time of Harold's death.

Either of you wouldn't

happen to have a parent or grandparent looking for a place, would you?

This kind of put me in a tough spot.

That's actually fortuitous.

My sister and I have been looking for a place to put Mother.

That is fortuitous.

And you're so lucky to have someone to help you with this.

It can be tough.

I, unfortunately, am an only child.

"Unfortunate" is not the word I would use.

Do you mind if I take a look around Janet's room?

Oh, technically, I'm not really allowed to without Janet.

You know what?

- I do not, but I'm hoping... - Quickly.

Let's do it quickly before Harold's memorial service.

Not like Janet was courteous with me.

- Definitely Mom's vibe. - Cozy.

Cold, icy.

You got some activity rooms? Do you have a gym?

Mmm, I can show you if you'd like.

Oh, I'm gonna try to get Mom on Facetime.

I mean, if she can figure it out.

She's about 50/50 now.

Sarah, would you, uh, would you mind

checking out the gym with Karen?

Yeah, yeah! Um...

Thanks!

Is it...

this way?

Mom...

A serial killer...

Acquaintances, huh?

You lying liar.

Ugh!

Out-of-date banking practices coming in handy.

$2,100...

Janet is so...

How would I know that?

Well, the search continues then.

Unnecessary.

OK, I'm hanging up now, Mother. Bye!

I'm so sorry about that. Mother is a...

picky prospective tenant.

Well, worth a shot.

Thank you so much.

It looks like Janet no-showed Harold's memorial.

What do you think that means?

I'm not sure yet.

So, are you ever gonna tell me what you found in Janet's room?

Not much, a bunch of pills.

A lot of glucose pills.

Oh, and Harold was writing Janet a cheque for $2,100 a month.

He's paying her rent.

Well, at least he was.

Then he cut her off in more ways than one.

Yeah, they were lovers too.

There were photos.

So, Janet's moving out is not by choice.

And she lied about them being together.

Janet was a kept woman who went insane

when Harold decided to marry Gladys.

Harold cut Janet off, kicking her out of her home.

Janet totally killed him!

And how did Janet do that?

S-she...

Yeah, OK? Harold was a heart attack waiting to happen.

This was an affair gone bad, not murder.

Maybe he was given something that made him have a heart attack.

What if he was poisoned?

Oh.

Uh, hey, hey!

Uh, guess who's got two thumbs

and a copy of Harold's toxicology report?

- What did you find, Gary? - Any sign of poison?

No poison, not a trace of drugs in Harold's body.

What's going on?

- Harold was on a million meds. - He should have been on drugs!

- Wow. - Gladys didn't know about them.

But Harold took his pills like clockwork.

The only way they would have not found any drugs is if...

If someone replaced Harold's medication

with placebos, glucose pills.

Harold was murdered.

Murdered?

Something doesn't feel right.

What doesn't feel right, Gladys?

I just don't know that Janet...

The cops found the same pills as I did in Janet's room.

If Janet swapped the medication,

having sugar pills instead of his meds

- is what killed Harold. - You don't understand.

I'm innocent.

Somebody planted those pills in my room.

I would never hurt Harold.

He was the greatest, most tender lover I've ever had.

I've been framed!

That doesn't mean anything.

They all do that. They all deny.

What if we have the wrong woman?

- What if the real killer is still out there? - OK,

while I appreciate your desire to see justice served,

Gladys, we still have to be able to...

Ah, sh...

Look who crawled out of the gutter.

Oh! He means, "Thanks for solving your case for you?"

Hey, I, uh, heard about your divorce.

I guess 3rd time's not the charm, huh?

What is it now, 3:00 p.m.? Shouldn't you be at the bar?

While I appreciate your inept attempt at humour,

and God knows I'm the only cop that enjoyed

to have a drink every now and again.

You drink like a fish.

I'm clean and sober now and doing just fine.

As much as I'd like to stay here and talk

to human garbage in a suit, I have somewhere to be.

Sure you do.

Gladys, everything's fine.

OK? We'll be in touch.

Oh, that's a sweet ride.

Oh, yeah! Looks like you're doing real fine.

Ticket's in the mail, by the way, for that rear window.

- So, that guy was not a fan. - He was not!

What did you do to him?

While a reasonable assumption, I didn't do anything.

- He's my former partner. - Oh, the...

the one who, um, bounced you off the force?

- Or whatever? - Or whatever.

- What are you smiling at? - What? A guy can't smile?

Not when he looks freshly lobotomized, no.

I told you.

If you're gonna gloat this early,

- you'll have to be more specific. - I told you she was good.

She got lucky. And you said no such thing.

- Where is the Wunderkind? - Late!

Not a great way to start your second day.

- Here she is! - Sorry I'm late!

Strike one! Don't tolerate late.

You were late yesterday and both days before.

- Need I continue? - You needn't.

- I couldn't sleep last night. - Please, I've had insomnia since '07.

I need better from the old excuse department.

- I can't stop thinking about the case. - Makes one of us.

- I think we're missing something. - Makes one of us!

What if Gladys is right, and we didn't get the real killer?

I'm really tempted to give you strike two right now.

Surveillance videos show Janet picking up Harold's medication.

But just because she picked them up,

doesn't mean she replaced them.

- Gary, back me up. - Meh.

Cops found bags of Harold's unused medication

and glucose pills in Janet's room, just like I did.

Yeah, on top of a large cabinet.

There's no way Janet could reach there

without standing on something.

And she just had knee surgery,

so I don't think she's climbing on chairs.

- That's interesting. - You don't think it's possible

that maybe somebody planted it there out of sight?

- I was with my grandma last night. - Of course you were.

I took her to visit Gladys to see how she was.

And we started talking.

You talked to my client without me present?

Gladys remembered something when she was speaking

to the woman who used to be their choir director.

A clue.

It may prove to us that we have the wrong woman.

She wanted to wait till we're there to share it.

- So I told her we'd come by today. - That is strike two!

I think we should at least listen to what she has to say.

Experienced adults are very wise.

Old people are just like everybody else. They're...

I'll let you fill in the negative adjective.

Gladys was right the first time.

There's no part of you that thinks she might be right again?

Fine, you know what?

If we go there and talk to her, and you're still not convinced,

then you don't have to pay me for my work so far.

I'll even tender my resignation and work for free

until you find a suitable replacement for me.

I'll get my jacket.

OK.

Gladys?

Hi, Gladys. How are you feeling?

- Still a little shaken. - Yeah.

I saw uniforms outside.

- They're looking into it, I take it? - They're not!

- Surprise twist. - I told the police I wasn't interested in pursuing it.

Unexpected twist.

- Gladys, if that man... - I just want it all left alone.

- But, Gladys, we can... - I should rest now.

Thank you for coming.

Gladys, if that masked man threatened you, we can...

...on line three.

So, I guess now we take another extended lunch?

I want to talk to the choir director.

You said that Gladys was speaking to her

when she remembered the clue, right?

- Which means... - The clue was about the choir director.

Or at the very least, she knows what direction to point us in.

That's quite the shopping spree for someone

whose choir director job was only volunteer.

And whose day job is at a cell phone kiosk.

She'd definitely have the money to pay someone to attack Gladys.

Do you think...

Do you think she's the real killer?

Only one way to find out.

Lynn Young?

Investigator.

- Driver. - Oh, the ones that Gladys hired.

That's Harold's deceased wife's necklace.

Harold gave this to me months ago.

Ew! No! I wasn't sleeping with him.

I was just letting him woo me.

With fancy gifts from his deceased ex-wife?

And cash.

Yeah, we assumed.

I had nothing to do with his death if that's what you think.

I hadn't even seen him since that moose fired me.

- Moose meaning Karen? - The residence director?

When she found out what Harold was doing, she fired me.

The whole thing seemed almost personal.

Gladys mentioned a clue.

Then why don't you go ask Gladys?

Well, Gladys isn't currently regaling anyone with any tales.

Gladys was attacked this morning.

A masked man broke into her apartment.

And whoever attacked Gladys

is connected to whoever killed Harold.

So fun and games are over, choir teacher.

The bottle of rum that Harold loved.

- Caribbean Velvet. - The one that blinded all those miners,

with an E, who work in a mine.

Whoever imported that bottle for Harold was the one

who threatened to kill him when Harold broke it off.

That is the clue that Gladys remembered.

If you want to break the case open,

you should talk to Karen.

She's got eyes and ears all over that place.

She knows more than she lets on.

Hey, Gary.

Um, thanks!

Really? Appreciate it.

Gary got the footage from the surveillance camera.

- And? - The car the masked man was driving

- was reported stolen. - That's a little suspicious.

Not as suspicious as the car being registered to Karen.

That's a lot suspicious.

Gary called to try and follow up.

Apparently, Karen has been MIA from work

ever since Janet was arrested.

No sign of Karen.

Or her car.

Do you think Karen saw something?

You think she might be in danger?

Do you think the masked man's working with her?

Do you think he's working solo?

The thing I don't get is what could be his motive?

What would the masked man have against Harold?

And whose car is that in Karen's driveway?

Looking for Karen.

She's not here.

Who was that?

Perhaps my friend the Queen

and this long-dead, impish-looking old white guy...

- Sir Wilfred Laurier. - Not at all important.

Perhaps these two paper dignitaries might help you

be a little more forthcoming about Karen's whereabouts.

Like I said, she ain't here.

- Yeah, that's not how bribes work! - Hi!

So sorry. Um, you'll have to excuse my new friend.

She should know that someone such as yourself

could never be bought,

at least not for $25.

I'm Sarah. What's your name?

How do you know Karen?

I'm her brother.

- Her brother? - I, unfortunately, am an only child.

Huh, thank you so much. Have a great day.

Karen said she was an only child.

Do you think that's the masked attacker?

Do you think Karen's tied up inside?

We need in that house. I'm getting us in that house.

Uh, you're breaking in?

Once the opportunity arises.

Opportunity has arisen.

Time for the friendly neighbourhood hydro worker

- to go poking around. - Oh, OK, OK. That seems super dangerous.

- Also, super illegal. - Sometimes, in this business,

you gotta colour outside the lines.

I... I think maybe we should just get the police.

And tell them what?

That a man at the house of the manager

- of an old folks' home... - Adult lifestyle community.

...may or may not be our attacker?

We need more. I'm getting us more.

Look, you have some natural talent.

OK, no one was more surprised than me.

But you got a lot to learn about the PI business.

And I'm in no mood for pushback.

Where is my lock-picking kit?

By the bowling ball,

atop that bizarrely large pile of fireworks

you have for some unknown reason.

Well, excuse me for not being immune

to a solid fireworks sale.

Maybe I should just phone Uncle Gary

- and see what... - You do that and you're fired.

This is not a democracy, it's a dictatorship.

And what I say goes.

See, this is exactly why

I didn't want to work with a woman.

Y-you're a woman! How are you this sexist?

I am not sexist!

There is something going on, and I'm figuring it out.

This is not up for discussion, OK?

You sit and wait as I said.

It's Mom. Don't answer.

OK, I'm starting to feel like this might not work out after all.

There's no "might" about it. It's not gonna work out.

Uh, that's not good.

It's Mom. Don't answer.

Leaving the ringer on, not ideal.

Oh, hi!

Sorry, it's me.

The lady from the... the front.

- Uh, I'm a PI. - What is going on?

Uh... Hi, Karen.

I'm glad to see you're not tied up and/or dead.

Uh, sorry, uh, I, uh, broke in.

Um, Gladys was attacked.

And, uh, your car was seen fleeing the scene.

You mean the car I reported stolen?

And this guy was at your front door

claiming to be your brother!

Oh, he is my brother.

Oh, yes. I told you I was an only child, because

Zach here has a history,

criminal history.

And when people find out,

I tend to get labelled guilty by association.

I'm fine!

Just sick. That's why I wasn't at work.

But my staff should have informed you.

I appreciate you being concerned,

misguided as it may be.

Let's just pretend this whole thing never happened.

I appreciate that.

Although, while I'm here, I actually have a few more questions for you.

I was just about to make myself a hot toddy.

Want one?

- I probably shouldn't. - Mmm, well,

if you change your mind...

Hate to drink alone.

Have a seat.

This whole thing with my car was just such a...

At first, I thought my brother had borrowed it.

But nope! Whoever stole it,

must have been who scared Gladys.

Probably someone Janet paid.

"Leave it alone or you're next."

You know what?

I think I will have that hot toddy.

Yeah? Great!

Yeah, is it possible to get mine with rum?

I'm really more of a rum gal.

- Bacardi? - Uh, you have anything stronger?

Spicier?

Oh, you know, there was this rum I used to love.

But you can't find it anywhere!

Caribbean Velvet?

That's the one!

They took it off the market after a bunch of crybabies lost their sight.

- Ugh! - BRB.

Ta-da! Caribbean Velvet!

I have this guy who imports them for me.

You know, I could get you a bottle.

He gets them for me all the time.

I always used to get them for this guy...

Guy you used to date?

Harold.

Hey!

You slipped the note under Gladys' door.

You sent your idiot brother to scare her.

And you reported your car stolen

to cover your dumb brother's tracks!

You killed Harold.

- And you framed Janet! - What?

You thought I was just gonna let him leave me

for this old biddy?

Completely cut me off financially?

I told him I'd kill him!

I mean, the murder and everything else is bad enough,

- but you sleeping with him... - Oh, he had a great personality!

Ah, you had a gun this whole time, you idiot?

What did we even fight for?

Just wasting everybody's time.

What do we do with her?

I've got an idea.

You, you...

Gotta go! Gotta go!

I told you that fireworks sale was a solid deal!

Go, go, go!

- Zach! - Go, go, go!

Zach, Zach!

What are you doing? Get in the car!

Open the door!

- Stop yelling at me. - Shut up!

I'm guessing by the gun and muscle car gaining on us

that they did the killing?

Karen was the younger lover.

Go, go, go!

Is there any way that we can go faster?

I would love to. Unfortunately, we're still

in your, um, very limited vehicle.

Shoot them! Shoot!

What are you waiting for? Come on, shoot!

Sarah!

Watch out! Watch out!

So, was that the kind of splash you were hoping for?

It was a little less graceful than our previous splashes, yes.

Well, I have to say that knowing that Janet is officially cleared,

and Karen and her brother are arrested feels pretty good.

I think it was a pretty successful second day.

Your performance was a bit less horrific than expected.

Well, I shouldn't have quit on you.

Well, you didn't really quit,

not so much as got fired, you know.

But apology accepted.

And, you know, one from me too.

I shouldn't have, you know, whatever.

Thanks.

- Told you you'd be a good team. - No, you didn't.

Implied it. Deeply implied it. And I'll call my guy,

see about getting your car repaired.

So, will I be seeing you tomorrow?

Not if you're gonna get all emotional about it.

- Do you want to split a ride? - Gonna walk.

Hey!

Look who crawled out the gutter.

You used that already, you dull-witted failure.

I did. I did.

God, I love it when you talk dirty to me.

Next time, on Wong and Winchester...

So, you're hoping to recover a painting?

It was stolen.

- I got mugged today. - Why didn't you say anything?

Thinking I may have undercharged you.

Stay in the car.

Are you sure that this is a case we should be taking?

It's here. We just need to find it.

Oh my God!

Three minutes on the clock, go!

- Careful. - Hey, stop her!

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