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Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

I have a weapon.

Ah!

I thought someone broke in. What are you doing here?

- Working. - I thought your case wrapped.

- It's personal work. - Right.

Well, just make sure your personal work

doesn't wind up all over my office, again.

It was rather an expensive deep clean last time.

I just came to get my charger.

Are you sure you're OK?

I don't need to be worried?

'Cause Sarah said that you've had a run-in

with your former partner.

- Ugh! - And he was abusive, verbally.

You know, this Simard is a jealous, insecure little prick.

Uh...

I'm not, uh, drowning my sorrows because Simard was mean to me,

if that's what you think, you know.

No empty bottles, no strange men.

You're worth 100 of them, just so you know.

Just lock up when you finish whatever it is you're doing.

Night, Gar!

Good night.

Ah!

Well, I guess we should have gone back to your place, huh?

By the way, I used the word "banana," like, 15 times.

What's the point in having a safe word

if you're never gonna use it?

- I like seeing the panic in your eyes. - Ha!

Jealous little prick.

That's insecure, jealous little prick to you.

Here.

Oh! Let me guess!

Stolen from one of your ex-wives?

Ha! That's a good guess. But you're wrong.

I bought it...

for you.

I know I can be a jerk.

No!

I guess Gary knows it too. But listen...

I wish it were different.

It's work.

Um...

All right...

Got my phone? Yep. Good.

Oh, right. Whoops!

I miss having you by my side.

I think we're just really starting to gel, me and Marissa.

- Hmm. - The other day,

I even caught her valuing one of my contributions.

Ah! An experience I have yet to enjoy.

- Well, she denied it, of course. - Of course.

But it was there. I could feel it.

- Oh, speak of the devil! - Ugh!

So, I've been doing a little thinking...

Morning, by the way.

What if we instituted a pick-up schedule?

- And why would I do that? - Well, that way,

I can come get you every day,

and you'll never be late again.

I'm not a schedule kind of gal.

If I want a ride, you'll know.

Speaking of knowing, you have a new client in your office.

- What's their story? - Anxious bride-to-be.

Second worst bride-to-be.

She wants to be reassured that her fiancé is loyal.

Has some issues with cheating in the past. Ended badly.

- Usually does. - I think you'll like this one.

You and her share a certain je ne sais quoi... quoi.

- Coming? - Me?

- No, the coffee maker. - Sorry. I just...

You've never allowed into the initial client interview before.

Ugh! A decision I'm already regretting!

Hi! I'm Marissa. My driver, Sarah.

I am told that you are looking for someone

to look into your fiancé.

Still feels weird hearing that, fiancé.

We were just engaged last week.

- Aw! Congratulations. - Thank you.

And it's not that I necessarily suspect something.

It's just, you know, before things get, you know...

- Legal. - Thought I was sure about someone before.

Didn't end well,

me taking a baseball bat to his car not well.

I've been on both sides of that bat.

So you want us to double check things, ease your mind?

Oh, and just to be 100% transparent,

he's a police officer.

Always is.

I went to a couple of other PIs, both former cops.

Weren't exactly interested in looking into one of their own.

Lucky for you, I'm not like other PIs,

or other former cops for that matter.

- Got a photo, a name for the lucky guy? - Mm-hmm.

Martin Simard.

Sarah, would you get us a cup of coffee?

You... You don't... You have...

Coffee, Sarah!

Take your time.

Um, just for, uh, clarity,

uh, why exactly do you think he's having an affair?

Oh, I guess I'm just, you know, making sure.

Right...

- So you'll take my case? - I'm...

afraid I might be wasting your time, your money.

Martin doesn't look like the kind of guy

who, uh, would cheat on his fiancée,

you know, especially one that he hasn't even had time

to tell anyone about yet, based on the photo.

Well, I appreciate that.

But, again, just rather make sure.

I'll get started right away.

Can I just say,

Gary's car is pretty sleek.

Actually having AC...

If only we were tailing someone

who knew what your car looked like all the time.

So, does this all feel weird?

You're gonna need to be more specific.

You investigating your former partner.

Is that not, like, um, I don't know,

a conflict of interest?

Neither conflicted nor interested. We're fine.

Does she know? The woman who hired you.

Wait, is that why she wants you to investigate him,

because he's your former partner?

Unclear.

Ha. I can't believe he actually has a fiancée.

It's certainly news to me.

Who would be desperate enough to sleep with that guy?

Like, how low does your self-esteem have to be?

Did I say something?

- Car, follow. - Oh.

He's gotta be meeting a woman in there, right?

Could be a multitude of things.

Either way, I need to get inside.

Gonna snap a couple of pictures of Simard being a good boy,

and then, we're done with this, done with Simard.

Do you want me to come?

Oh, OK. Staying in the car it is.

Oh, and, uh, Gary's GPS tracker,

make yourself useful.

It's an upcharge for the client.

And I'm happy to upcharge her any way I can.

OK.

OK...

Sure you don't want me to come with?

- Yeah, make yourself useful. - OK.

Hey there, glasses!

- Can I, uh, buy you a... - Nope.

Hey! Marissa!

Yeah, I thought that might be you!

Nice look. You got something going on with your hair, huh?

Looks good.

So, you here on professional grounds?

Hired by your fiancé.

- Uh, my... - Your fiancé, Brigitte.

Your secret fiancé.

Right, right.

How long?

- A few months. - And the, uh, bottle-service girl?

I thought we were keeping things casual.

Wasn't looking for a relationship.

- Exactly! - Also wasn't looking for a...

- What? - How many of these?

One! Yours.

Two. Bottle-service girl.

OK, three. Brigitte has one too.

Unbelievable!

Just tell me that you will not tell Brigitte.

I will tell all the freaking Brigittes.

Why would you want to ruin my marriage?

It's your 5th marriage.

- What are you talking about? - All on you, OK?

I didn't call for bottle service, lady.

Excuse me! Do not push me.

That's not good.

Hang on a second! You're being a little disrespectful.

Walk away!

You're acting like your mother.

- What is wrong with you? - OK, listen.

We are not done with this conversation.

I'm not done talking to you yet!

Do not think I'm gonna forget this! I will be back.

I'm not finished having this conversation with you.

Just let me, uh...

A $1,000 jacket.

A $1,000 jacket...

Marissa?

- Why are you... - He's cheating on you.

- Martin? - Thought you should know.

I'm gonna kill him.

I'm gonna kill him

and every other woman he's ever touched.

OK, let's...

Let's just focus our anger on who's responsible.

Simard.

They're all dead!

All right, um, I'm gonna...

OK, remember, let's just keep the anger on Simard,

not the women. I'm sure they didn't even know.

Gary, what's with all the squad cars out there?

Uh, we got a couple, uh, visitors.

Great!

Hey, how you boys wasting taxpayer money today?

Are you here to talk to me about a noise complaint?

Parking tickets?

Did Sarah jaywalk?

Tell me she didn't loiter!

Reynolds...

I'm gonna need you to come to the station, Marissa,

you and your, uh, partner.

Driver. Why?

Lisa Norris,

the bottle-service girl at the club you were at last night,

witnesses say they saw you get into an altercation with her

- and another man. - A verbal exchange at best.

Lisa was found dead in her condo this morning, murdered.

How exactly did you know the victim?

Lawyer.

Let's talk about last night.

Multiple witnesses say they saw you confront the victim

at the nightclub where she worked.

Where did you go after you were kicked out of the club?

Lawyer.

Lisa's body was found shortly after 8:00 a.m.

No signs of forced entry.

Medical examiner puts her death between

12:00 a.m. and 2:00 a.m. last night.

- Where were you during that time? - Lawyer.

You know your partner is in the other room?

- Driver. - Already had quite a lot to say.

Help me help you.

I was a cop, you dolt.

I'm not falling for the prisoner's dilemma.

And she's not talking.

And even if she were,

there's nothing to say.

Oh my God! There's so much to say.

I had no idea Marissa was even involved with Simard.

That's so, so gross.

But, again, she would never actually kill anyone,

I mean, most likely, probably, maybe.

Can we remove that from the record?

- I thought you hated Simard? - Yep.

Then why would you go and...

Because old habits die hard, especially the stupid ones.

I'm just glad that they let us go.

It was a fishing expedition.

If they had had anything,

they would have arrested us the moment we got to work.

Tell me you did not have anything to do with this.

Please! A woman stabbed multiple times in her own home?

We all know that that is a crime of passion,

and that is angry boyfriend territory.

Gotta get real close to stab someone.

Well, apparently, you are not the only one who feels that way,

because they just hauled me in for questioning.

And they placed me on temporary leave.

Yeah, well, good luck with that.

You know I didn't do this, right?

Well, as much as I know you're a pathetic, spineless worm

with the intellect and charm

of someone not legally allowed

within 500 feet of a petting zoo,

I also know you're a giant coward

and you don't have the stones to kill someone.

As much as I know that you are also an emotionally stunted lunatic,

who I'm pretty sure only owns one bra,

I also know that, deep down, you're not a killer.

But you know they're not gonna leave us alone about this, right?

So...

snagged a copy of the case file.

Best way for us to clear our names

is to find out who actually did this.

I was going through my old recordings,

and I found one where Lisa mentions her ex, Tyson.

She was this close to filing a restraining order against him.

You record your conversations with the woman

who you're cheating on your fiancé with?

- All class! - It was work related!

I record all my casework and email it to myself

so I have a copy on my computer. Is that OK with you?

Yeah, I'm sure that's not gonna be a problem at all.

Whoever killed Lisa was invited in, right?

There's no sign of forced entry.

So it's gotta be Tyson. The guy's even got a key!

I'll pay him a visit. Wanna tag along?

I'm not really a tag along kind of gal.

Besides, we all know the obvious suspect is your fiancé.

- What? - I looked into her past.

Violent outbursts, court-ordered anger management.

FYI, Brigitte was with me at the time of the murder.

We were at home. We were working things out.

Uh-huh, or you're lying,

and you're covering her ass, AKA your ass.

You're letting emotions cloud your judgement now.

And you are letting your stupidity cloud yours.

Fine. You do yours, I'll do mine.

And we will see who is right.

- Me. - Me.

Pfft! Whatever, me.

- I'm pretty sure it's me. - So it's gonna be me.

- Always me! - Ah!

- Me! - Me, me, me!

Why don't you think Simard was actually trying

to work things out with Brigitte last night?

It's his MO. He covers things up.

Protects his backside.

He's been doing that since his backside was in diapers.

I guess your fiancé killing your girlfriend

would impede your ability to ascend the professional ladder.

Can't be sure Brigitte did it. Can be sure Simard is a liar.

Looks like someone is moving.

So much for them working it out.

- Well, look who's back. - Right...

Look, I don't know how much you know,

but, um,

the woman Simard was seeing, she was murdered last night.

I know. The police were here.

I also found out that she wasn't the only one that Martin was...

Yeah. Why even take my case?

Was it some sort of big joke,

investigating the one you were cheating with?

I thought you were playing the joke.

I didn't know he had a fiancé!

- Sure. - Ah!

We were just curious, where, uh, where were you last night

between 12:00 a.m. and 2:00 a.m.?

We're just doing our due diligence.

The faster we know, the faster we can get out of your very stylish hair.

After she told me about Martin,

I waited for Martin to get home.

We had a fight right here, ended things.

- You fought for over two hours? - You've met Martin, right?

Yeah, that's a fair point.

Um, is there any way we can corroborate this,

besides Simard?

Uh, you'd understand why.

The doorbell cam.

It's a birthday gift from Martin.

I'm sure the fight was captured for all to see.

Well, it certainly was nice of Brigitte to share with us

how she changed all of Simard's passwords to "asshat."

And we're in!

OK, here we are, just after 12:00 a.m.

There's Brigitte pacing, waiting.

And here's Simard.

And they're fighting.

More fighting.

Fighting, still fighting.

Oh!

Physically fighting.

And here come the neighbours!

And now they're all fighting.

And they're headed back inside,

just after 2:00 a.m.,

which means...

Brigitte's got stamina.

Yeah, and Brigitte's alibi checks out.

She couldn't have killed Lisa.

Do you think maybe it's time

to look into Lisa's jealous ex-boyfriend?

It does make a lot of sense.

On paper. Simard is always wrong about these things.

Fastest way I used to eliminate suspects

was to ask Simard who did it.

Can't hurt to check it out, right?

At least for due diligence's sake.

That's Tyson, Lisa's ex.

Well, looks like Simard is batting about 1,000 again.

Yeah, I suppose it would be hard to stab somebody

- without moving your arms. - Yep.

Unless the casts are fake.

Really?

Lisa did almost file a restraining order against him.

Hey! Can I help you ladies?

Hey! I was thinking about signing up for the free trial.

- Beautiful! - Uh, I just, uh, have to ask,

uh, did you break those working out here?

It's not my best look, I know.

But no, this place here is one-hundo-p safe.

Great trainers and great instructors too.

I broke these bad boys base jumping.

How long ago? Just out of curiosity.

Uh, about 6 weeks ago.

Doc says I can get the casts off in four.

Good enough for me.

You're taking his word for it?

What if this is all, like, one big false alibi?

Oh my God!

Hey, uh, I've changed my mind. Um...

- Thought I scared you off. - Oh, no.

- I just have one more quest... - Ah!

It's fine.

It's fine.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand what we're doing

at Lisa's apartment building.

It's not like they're gonna just let us

anywhere near the scene of the murder.

Saw something in the case file.

Doorman to Lisa's building

claimed not to have seen anyone coming or going

on the night of the killing.

What, not a single person? That's suspicious.

Yeah, well, the doorman is lying.

- We just need to find out why. - Hey!

How'd your little lead work out, huh?

Oh, just about as well as your base-jumping-ex hunch.

Here to see the doorman?

Killer got in somehow. Doorman is covering.

It's always the doorman.

So, we're both here.

Could always pool our resources.

It could be like old times.

Excuse us.

Um, this is opposite of a good idea, OK?

This is not gonna end well.

Look, the police are gonna keep after me

until the killer is found.

- I'm solving this. - He's emotionally compromised.

I mean, this... You really think you can trust him?

The last woman who trusted him literally ended up dead.

You know that I can, like, hear you.

After you.

Just like old times.

Doorman! Simard. This is my partner, Wong.

Got a couple follow-up questions for you.

I wanna start by confirming you were working

the night of the murder.

You claim that no one came in or out during your shift.

- Is that correct? - Yeah.

Mind if I take a look at the logbook?

Mmm. No entries, just like you said.

Mind if I, uh, take a look at the, uh...

surveillance tape?

- From last night? - No! Just in general.

A big monotonous CCTV fan.

- Yes, from last night. - Of course. It's, um...

There was a bit of a system error last night.

Some of the files were lost.

But you're welcome to see.

Uh...

Our lobby camera.

Unfortunately, the footage from 11:00 p.m.

to 5:00 a.m. was lost.

I've been begging management to upgrade the system for weeks.

So, you're sure that no one, uh, say, slipped in

while you were maybe having a smoke?

I don't smoke. My grandparents were smokers.

The smell alone makes me...

I was here all night.

Here. Um, let me give you my number.

That way, if you have any more questions,

you can give me a call.

Saves you coming all the way back down here.

Don't leave town.

- You guys saw that, right? - What?

Are you with the police? I saw you talking to the doorman.

It's about Lisa, right?

Look, I live on her floor.

Lisa and the doorman, they constantly argue.

She's always complaining about him.

And the doorman accused Lisa of almost getting him fired.

So if he's not already a suspect,

probably should be.

A doorman with a history of bad blood with our victim.

Perhaps the doorman is not covering for the killer.

Perhaps the doorman is the killer.

Doorman and Lisa had bad blood.

They were always arguing.

Things got heated. Lisa threatened to fire him, again.

The doorman needs a job. He's got a kid,

sick mom, lives paycheck to paycheck.

The doorman leaves his desk, knocks on her door.

- Lisa lets him in. - If Lisa hated him,

- why would she let him in? - He said he had a package.

Right. But what about the fact that it's

- the middle of the night. - The doorman and Lisa fight.

Doorman grabs a knife.

Before he knows it, Lisa's dead.

He erases the surveillance tape.

That way, there is no proof that he ever left his desk.

Dammit! It is always the doorman, isn't it?

- Good, we are good. - While I'm fully on team,

"Henry is lying about something,"

like him saying he's not a smoker,

and then having a bunch of loose cigarettes in his pocket,

I don't know if Henry is the killer.

What is her deal?

Never mind. Do you know what this reminds me of?

Taxi driver killer.

Ha! Do you remember that motorcycle chase on the highway?

His fake leg. Oh my God!

- Ah, God! - That was a hell of a case.

That was one hell of a night.

OK, can we get back to Henry

- and his cigarette lie for a second? - It is the doorman.

He had the means, he had the motive.

We just need to find the smoking gun.

Sarah...

- I think I know how to find it. - Hmm?

If the doorman's mother is anything like mine,

then it would be especially hard to keep anything hidden,

especially if they're living under the same roof.

So if he's got something to hide,

he's putting it in the one place

- his mother does not have access to. - His car.

I'm coming.

Should I come?

- No. - Nah.

Shhh, shhh, shhh.

This guy is a pig!

Except you're here.

Bingo!

Smoking gun.

Lisa was wearing it the day the doorman killed her.

Sorry.

- Hmm? - That you lost someone.

We'll get justice for her.

Just like old times, huh?

We'll call the captain and get him to put out a warrant,

make sure all this stuff is obtained legally.

Things really have changed.

You're practically handing someone else the win.

Not a chance.

I am totally taking credit for this one.

Wrong. We are totally taking credit for this one.

You know, this might just redeem you in a few cops' eyes

and give us a chance to work together again.

I can see how enthused you are about that. Hey...

I'm gonna head back to the station,

get the ball rolling. Please just stay here in your car

and make sure that car doesn't move anywhere, all right?

I want you here when we slap the cuffs on this dirtbag.

I want everyone to know who it is that solved this crime.

What is Simard doing?

Reynolds, warrant.

That lying sack of...

I didn't kill her! I wasn't even there!

My cousin, he took my shift! I was with my daughter!

That's a likely story. Save it for the judge!

Reynolds...

- Ooh! Up high! - Up high!

Ha! Whoo!

Amanda! It's so nice to see you. Oh! Just one sec.

Come here and get my good side, right there.

Could you tell us more about the arrest made here today?

You know I'm not one to usually take credit for things.

- I got a great team behind me. - Son of a...

But I gotta pat myself on the back for this one, huh?

Yeah, it's a real solo effort.

Mm-hmm.

Just like old times.

I didn't kill her! I wasn't even there!

My cousin, he took my shift!

I gotta pat myself on the back for that one.

I just... I trusted my gut.

Policeman's gut instinct, it was the doorman.

I could feel it.

It's always the one...

It's fine.

Uh, Sarah told me about your little outburst at the club when Simard

does what Simard does.

At least my actions were justified this time.

- What? - Ever hear of a Jackson Tremblay?

Ah... And why would I?

And I care about this because?

- If this about the doorman... - A doorman

who clearly doesn't like cigarette smoke,

but who has a cousin who does.

What if Henry's cousin really was the one working that night?

What if he was the one who stashed the cigarettes in Henry's uniform?

Tell me you didn't indulge this.

Uh, well, we did look into it.

And how did Henry get the bracelet then?

It's always the doorman.

According to Simard.

Weren't you the one saying how he's always wrong?

I mean, it can't hurt to at least check out Henry's story, right?

Worst case scenario, we... we rule it out.

Best case scenario...

I prove Simard wrong.

Sarah! Come drive me!

Yo! Coming, ladies.

Jackson Tremblay?

You Henry's cousin?

- Yeah. - You take his shift two nights ago?

When that lady was killed.

Yeah, I did. Yeah, sure. Why?

Uh, where was Henry that night?

He had to go home. Henry is living that single dad life.

His mom usually takes care of his little girl.

She's on the spectrum.

His mom had to go to the hospital,

so he called me to fill in.

Why didn't Henry call another doorman?

Because his boss had already warned him about missing work.

Didn't want to risk somebody ratting him out.

That's why he erased the footage.

He didn't want his boss to know he wasn't there.

There was a bit of a system error last night.

He probably did that long before he even knew Lisa was dead.

A gold bracelet was found in Henry's car.

Belonged to the victim.

Any idea how that would have gotten there

if Henry wasn't working that night?

Stupid drunk lady dropped it by the door.

Then Henry found out,

Henry being Henry,

he wanted to give it back to her.

But then, you know...

And you didn't tell police because...

I called the police station immediately after he was arrested.

They didn't care. Said they had their guy, case closed.

OK, Jackson, this is super important.

When you were working that night, do you remember letting anyone in?

Yeah. A bunch of people.

There was a party going on on the 10th floor.

The logbook was empty.

- Why didn't you sign anyone in? - Was I supposed to?

Did you let anyone into Unit 210?

- The dead lady's apartment. - Yeah.

Yes. This one guy.

Tough-looking guy. Real charming, though.

You know, like a likeable bad boy type.

You got a name to go with his Bumble profile?

Simon... Simard? Simard, something like that?

- Martin Simard? - That's it! Real charming guy.

That's his name. He said it a couple times.

Are you sure?

You don't forget a guy like that.

Tall guy, gnarly face tattoo.

They don't come around often.

- Face tattoo? - Mm-hmm. Both sides.

- Hello? - Gary, look into the database.

Face tattoo.

I'm gonna need a little more than just that.

- Yeah, full face. - Uh-huh.

Uh, like, a tribal looking...

- Tribal. - ...tattoo.

It's pretty rad. I'm not gonna lie.

I got 8 potential hits. Sending them your way.

Are any of these men Martin Simard?

Oh! There's my guy, right there.

Super chill guy.

He doesn't look like it, but he's a charming man, I'll tell you.

Bradley Bowens.

No, it's fine.

Tracy and I are at a fundraiser.

I told her I ate some shrimp that tasted funny

and needed to go to the bathroom,

so I have about four minutes.

OK, so, first, Bowens is at the club,

and then at Lisa's apartment.

Bowens must have found out about her affair with Simard,

then used a name she trusted to get inside.

What we can't figure out is why target Lisa?

Bowens is a member of a criminal organization

that just went country-wide.

- Bowens is their cleaner. - A cleaner?

Who takes care of their messes.

Why would they clean the bottle-service girl?

Ah! Pretty high-profile arrest lately,

senior member Slim Jim Johnson.

Slim Jim owned the KO Club and ran drugs out the back

until an anonymous source gave the police a tip,

and now he's serving 15 years.

Is there an employee list?

Here are the names of all the people who worked at the club

during the investigation.

Ah. Lisa Norris worked at the club.

Out of curiosity, Gary,

who was the arresting officer for Slim Jim?

Huh.

Everybody's favourite former partner.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Simard's computer has got to be here somewhere.

I found it!

OK...

I wonder if he's managed to change his passwords back yet.

Asshat...

Guess not!

All right, Simard said that he emails casework

and recordings to himself, right?

Hopefully, there's...

Oh, found something. An audio file labelled "Slim Jim."

This is a lot. I...

These guys, if they were to find out...

Hey, hey, hey. It's all right, it's all right.

Just, you gotta give me something.

I can put these guys away. Nothing bad will happen to you.

Hey, Marissa!

I always knew you were stupid.

But I had no idea you were sleep-with-your-informant stupid!

We got Lisa's killer! Her being my CI is totally irrelevant.

The only guy she ever informed on got put away.

It's not irrelevant! And you didn't get her killer. There...

Gotta go. Talk later, banana.

Banana?

That's our safe word.

Simard is in trouble.

Drive.

We gotta find Simard.

I heard him getting into a car.

Your safe word is "banana"?

- Not the time! - Yeah, fair.

He wouldn't have said it if he wasn't in trouble.

The upcharge!

The GPS that you made me put in Simard's car?

We got him!

I don't see Simard's car. You sure this is where the signal is?

According to the GPS.

Over there!

Must have gotten knocked loose.

Or someone didn't install it properly.

OK, so, Simard was headed north, right?

What's... what's north on this street?

Much residential. A couple of stores, garages.

KO Club.

Slim Jim's club where Lisa worked!

It's been closed down, but the building is still there.

The perfect place for a very scary cleaner

to do some serious cleaning.

So, who else knew?

- What? - Look at me.

Who are you targeting next?

I'm not targeting anyone.

I'm not targeting you. I'm not targeting anyone in your club.

I can keep my mouth shut.

I can keep my mouth shut.

Ah!

You know,

it could be a really good idea to have a friend who's a cop, right?

- All you gotta do is let me go. - Or...

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

If you really kept your mouth shut...

- Wow. - ...you're really the last problem I gotta fix.

Tough break, huh?

I told everyone. I wrote a note to myself.

Ah!

Ah!

Thank God!

- I thought I was a goner. - What?

I said I thought I was a goner.

- What? - I said I thought I was...

Never mind.

Please untie me, please.

Actually, now that I have you here,

you and Lisa, from the top.

- Come on! - Let's go!

I was put on the Slim Jim case,

so I started scoping around for employees.

And I met Lisa, and she kind of knew...

how to identify everybody.

Buyers, sellers, everything.

It started off professional, and then...

got, you know...

- Stupid. - It's not the word I would use, but...

Slim Jim got put away for 15 years,

and his whole business got shut down.

Thought that was the end of it.

And instead, you got somebody killed.

Are you going to untie me?

Marissa...

- Marissa. - Your coworkers are here.

And apparently, you can be a total screw-up,

sleep with your CI and still get a promotion.

So I think...

- ...you're gonna be just fine. - Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Marissa. Hey, Marissa.

Sandra. No, Sasha. Sasha!

Hey, no, I'm... Ah, Sarah. Sarah, dammit!

Sarah! Sarah! God!

No. Oh no.

What's going on here? What happened?

I found your killer, again.

I gotta say, I'm starting to see the appeal of the taser.

And for the record,

I definitely think that I make a way better partner

- than Simard ever did. - Driver.

Well, either way, I don't actively try to sabotage you at every turn,

which I think is a plus.

Yeah, I have a slightly better relationship

with you than Simard, yes.

Although...

a bag of pond scum would be a better partner than Simard.

I hear the compliment buried somewhere in there,

so thank you.

Now, I think we learned a valuable lesson today

about not seeing the past through rose-tinted glasses.

And, you know, sometimes,

the good old days aren't as cracked up as we remember.

Let the past...

stay the past.

Ah!

Hey!

Hi.

Oh! Uh...

You could have just pawned it.

I wanted the satisfaction of throwing it back in your face.

Glad you're not buried under a bunch of cement

in an abandoned construction site.

Wait!

You're really not coming in?

Ah!

There has got to be a reason you came by, right?

Ah!

Wanted to come see that dopey double shiner in person.

Yeah. Ah, God!

Ha!

Bye. Yeah. So you'll call?

Next time on Wong and Winchester...

Derek joined a cult!

So, we're all booked for the retreat?

You'll want eyes in the back of your head there.

Hi! Hello!

Welcome to your new beginning!

You were afraid we would make fun of you for joining a cult?

- A cult? - What is that?

Nothing good.

- Are they killing guests? - We can't be sure.

- We can. They're not. - Aaah!

Probably.

Maybe you too will have such a transformative experience,

you'll want to stay here permanently as well.

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