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♪ Oh, such a long time ♪

So there I am, staring down the business end

of a pistol, wondering when my life is gonna

- start flashing before my eyes... - Stop.

Stop. How do you find this all so thrilling?

Angie just got shot a few months ago.

Yeah. She didn't let that slow her down. She killed the lights.

I dove for cover. No one got hurt.

And I got this super cool... souvenir.

It got lodged in the book that saved me.

Whatever happened to good old-fashioned infidelity cases?

Insurance scams? More paperwork, less life-threatening peril.

Well, when a client calls, you never know where the case

is gonna take you. Besides, a little danger brings

a little... spice to life, don't you think?

Mmhm.

Great sense of humour, excellent butt,

everything I ever wanted in a boyfriend...

but dodging death?!

- Come on. I've got a daughter. - I'm never gonna put myself

- in any real danger. - And yet, this is it for you?

For the first time since...

I don't know, maybe... hockey,

I can't really see myself doing anything else.

As difficult as my job can be...

- I could never give it up. - Exactly.

Hey.

- Uh-huh. OK. - I'm on my way.

Good morning, ladies.

You know the markup on store- bought coffee is criminal.

Right? That $4 a day adds up. You put that 120 bucks a month

into the market or even an ETF and boom!

Next, you'll be coming after my avocado toast.

No, please. Let us millennials have something good.

Zoe, our new case wouldn't have anything to do

with a financial advisor or accountant,

- would it? - She prefers the term

financial health coach.

Her name is Laila Maxton, aka the Money Maven,

specializes in helping couples manage their money

- and their relationships. - Hm.

And what does she need our help for?

Well, she wouldn't say over the phone.

And she was whispering, which was weird.

I can't seem to find any intel on Laila

before six years ago. No socials,

no alumni university records.

Someone's protective of their privacy.

It's all very mysterious.

Pull up here on the right.

Penelope symbol. It's on all the neighbouring houses too.

Protective of her privacy might be an understatement.

Rich person, big house, electric fence. Is it bad

I'm hoping she cloned a dinosaur?

Welcome, Mr. Shade,

Ms. Everett. Laila has been expecting you.

Oh. That's... nice?

Not creepy at all.

Ms. Maxton, it's so nice to...

- Thank you, Penelope. - That will be all.

Thank you for coming.

- Is someone in the house? - No.

Well, yes. Penelope. She is

my smart house voice service. I just thought it'd be better

that I prepare you out here rather than in there.

I'd hate to offend her if I'm wrong.

I called you because I don't trust the police not to laugh me

- out of my own house. - And why would they do that?

I deal in finance...

numbers, logic, reality.

What I'm about to tell you may come across

as... paranoid.

It's Penelope. I think my smart house is trying to kill me.

♪ I see you and you see me ♪

♪ Watch you blowin' the lines when you're makin' a scene ♪

♪ Oh boy, you've got to know ♪

♪ What my head overlooks ♪

♪ The senses will show to my heart ♪

♪ When it's watching for lies 'cause you can't escape my ♪

♪ Private Eyes They're watching you ♪

♪ Private Eyes ♪

♪ They're watching you, watching you, watching you ♪

♪ Watching you ♪

Every home in the community are smart houses.

A month ago, the tech company offered us the chance

to be beta testers for a new upgrade: Penelope.

- Hello, Laila. - How can I help?

That will be all, Penelope.

Each time you say her name, she listens and responds.

That's why I didn't wanna discuss

the thing in front of her.

I was always curious about how these smart homes work.

Penelope, what's in my fridge?

Two organic smoothies, one container

of pickles, four bottles of Sauvignon Blanc.

I'd lie and say I was preparing for company,

but you two are investigators.

- No judgment. - Can it turn off the lights?

Penelope, turn off kitchen lights.

Penelope, you can turn them back on.

Penelope, turn ovens off!

Damn! Has she done this before?

Every day's a different kind of crazy.

And the last two have gotten worse.

Well, if you're beta testing the house,

maybe these are just glitches.

Everything was fabulous until earlier this week.

The alarm just started going off every hour on the hour.

Did you call the company?

They have no record of the alarms.

No record either of the lights that started

going on in my bedroom in the middle of the night.

Or the speakers that started crackling.

Yesterday, my closet door slammed

while I was walking through it, knocked me down and smacked me

on the back of my head. It felt deliberate.

Is the house only controlled by voice?

You can use this too.

It's supposed to keep a record of all commands.

And as you can see...

We noticed your electric fence.

Is that standard on all Penelope smart homes?

I'm more cautious than most.

Millions worth of art will do that.

Can you think of anyone that would wanna mess with you?

A successful woman in the financial sector can

always still ruffle feathers.

- Boys club, you know? - Yeah.

And has anything out of the ordinary

happened in the last week or so, before all this started?

No.

Who's that?

Georgina Longford, my nosy neighbour.

And how well do you get along with her?

The house is trying to kill me. That's a new one.

- I like her. I get it. - No one's gonna take

financial advice from someone who thinks their house is

- a mastermind of doom. - Hey.

- HEY! WAIT! - Hey! Private investigators!

Stop!

Don't think I stopped

because I felt I had to.

- I know PIs aren't cops. - Georgina Longford?

- Obviously. - I'm Angie Everett.

This is Matt Shade. We're investigating some...

suspicious activity in the neighbourhood.

Started with Ms. Maxton, did you? Good call.

She stays up all hours and makes sure I do too.

Every light in the house on, music blaring.

- And this started when? - Two nights ago.

I was up. I'm on a cleanse.

Couldn't get back to sleep after her cacophony.

Ms. Maxton says you've been giving her

the cold shoulder. Did she do something to offend you?

She's loud. She's aloof.

She never comes to my Labour Day barbeques.

- Maybe she's just busy. - Too busy for crudité?

- Please. - Why were you

- just watching her house? - I don't need to justify

myself to you.

People in the neighbourhood

go missing, I know whose backyard I'm checking first.

Yeah. She did confirm Laila's story about the music

and the lights though.

Is that the security alarm?

Sounds like a smoke detector.

- Come on! PENELOPE! - TURN SMOKE DETECTORS OFF!

IS SHE DOING THIS? I MEAN, IS IT DOING THIS?

THEY ALL WENT OFF AT ONCE!

Penelope, is there a fire in the house?

All smoke alarms are in perfect working order

and will alert you to any dangerous situation

- involving fire. - I swear she's trying

to drive me crazy!

I don't even know

where to start with this smoke detector.

Can't switch it off with a broom handle, that's for sure.

There's no record of the alarms. Tech support said

- they'd send someone. - Do you ever think

about selling this place?

- Or hiring an exorcist? - I would never sell this house.

I've spent six years making it my home, my safe haven.

I can't just start over.

Welcome, Bryce.

- It's nice to see you. - Hey, Penelope.

- How's it hangin'? - It's hanging just fine,

thank you. Are you here to service me?

Ugh. Really gotta get the coders to change

the script on that one.

Hi! I'm Bryce

from Penelope Intuitive. I hear you have a glitch?

OK. So I have some good news, but, um,

it's not really good news, I don't think, because, uh...

You can't find anything wrong.

- Penelope is fully functional. - Functional,

punctual, and always turned on.

- Isn't that right, Bryce? - At the risk of sounding

like a grandmother, couldn't we just...

- Uh, short answer: No. - What's the long answer?

- Absolutely not. - Part of the upgrade means

that everything in the house is fully integrated

with the Penelope system, from the electrical,

the plumbing, the appliances.

You turn Penelope off, and all you've got is a playhouse.

I also agreed to keep Penelope running for six months.

Contractually, I'm obligated.

I was gonna gloss over all that legal-eagle stuff, but yeah.

Ms. Maxton, can you grab me the upstairs tablet?

- Sure. - Thanks.

Excuse me.

Look, um... I didn't wanna say this in front

of Ms. Maxton 'cause she seems

real high-key stressed out, but...

98% of glitches are user error.

Any chance her Penelope is being

- controlled by someone else? - What, like hacked? No. No way.

Well...

OK, I could get fired for saying this, but...

the system is new. All right? It's a beta.

Duh. And definitely vulnerable.

Would you be able to tell if it was breached?

I'm not cleared to make that kind of deep dive.

- But I can put a work order in. - How long would that take?

Well, it's Friday, so... maybe by Wednesday?

- Hm? My energy drink! - Mine! Mm!

Tell me you've gotten out of that chair in the last

three hours?

One does not simply go down one Reddit thread.

I watered it down an hour ago

and added some of your green juice powder.

Thankfully, my hours of wading through AI conspiracy theories

have paid off. I think I found Penelope's Achilles heel.

Remember when my neighbour's phone accidentally synced

- to my Bluetooth speakers? - Yes. Three days of Zoe

with Nickelback stuck in her head.

Crazy times.

Anyway, according to some of the chats that I lurked,

the same thing could be happening here:

One smart home accidentally syncing to another.

So someone else's signal could be controlling Laila's Penelope?

Maybe that's why nothing's showing up on Laila's tablet.

It's not her Penelope sending signals to the house.

Georgina Longford.

Penelope's glitches are like classic torture techniques:

Sleep deprivation, starvation.

Keeping a woman from her wine.

She must've discovered that her house was linked

to Laila's and took the opportunity to retaliate.

That must have been some crudité platter.

I don't know. I think smart houses are overrated.

Too many bells and whistles. Something can always go wrong.

But for your freezer to tell you when you're almost out of ice cream?

For your front door to lock automatically? Come on.

No. Nothing worth having is easy.

Spoken like someone who's never had a pizza pocket.

- Gate's open. That's weird. - Shade, look at the house.

Ms. Everett, Mr. Shade,

what a pleasure to see you.

Laila?

- Penelope, where's Laila? - It's been

a tough day.

Laila is relaxing in her steam room.

Please, won't you come through?

She'll be most happy to see you.

Laila?

- Looks like a '90s music video. - Or a horror film.

Nothing good ever comes out of the mist.

Penelope, open the steam room door.

The door is open.

See what I said about the mist?

Angie?

- Angie? - No Laila.

Penelope, open the steam room door!

- The door is open. - The door to the steam room is

not open. I should know. I'm standing right in front of it.

Ah, now I'm talking to a house.

- Ooh. All right. - So this is how we're gonna go.

Yeah. Steamed to death.

At least our corpses will be wrinkle-free?

Ooh.

My clothes are sticking to me everywhere.

Hey, remember that time we got stuck in the freezer?

- Doesn't seem so bad now. - Last time I was this hot,

there were palm trees and mojitos.

- Ah, and a red bikini. - What?

Yeah, you showed me the pictures. Remember?

Oh. I need to take my shirt off.

Yeah, me too.

- Let's sit down. - Conserve energy.

How can you be so calm?

I'm too hot to be anything else.

Besides, we'll get out of this.

- And why is that? - Because we always do.

- Yeah, we're good that way. - We sure are.

You're the best.

I mean... we're the best.

Ah, you're cute when you're not making sense.

Oh, stop!

- Don't look at me like that. - Like what?

Those eyes... so blue,

like... like water,

like... cold, cold, cold water.

Oh, yeah.

- I gotta take my pants off. - Oh, God. Me too.

OK.

Oops! Did I just... was that?

- Sure was. - Sorry.

It's OK.

Damn, still no cell service.

Ugh, this stupid door!

- And stupid Penelope. - The door is open.

Shut up!

Laila's got all this security. Why?

- Maybe she's been hurt before. - Living in fear is no way

- to live. - Yeah.

- Breaking down walls can be hard. - Yeah, tell me about it.

What are we talking about?

- I'm not exactly sure. - My brain is melting.

Mine too.

Matt! Angie! What happened?

I don't think your house is just trying to kill you.

- What? - It just tried to kill us too.

Well,

I'm officially done with spa days.

On the plus side, your skin looks fantastic.

Thanks. Let's put some

of those sulphites and acids back into our system.

I think we've earned it.

- I'm so sorry I wasn't there. - It was a last-minute meeting

- with a client. - We're just happy

you came home before we went the way of dumplings.

- We need to get you into a hotel. - No kidding.

I'm not going back to my home until you figure this out.

I'll get you the codes to the house, the gate.

You two will figure it out, right?

Uh, we still need to eliminate your nosy neighbour

- as a suspect. - Can you think

of anyone who would wanna hurt you? Someone with a grudge?

No.

Well, maybe Kenneth Mayweather.

- The entrepreneur? - Yeah.

He tried to sue me two years ago. He said

that my first book stole from his blog posts.

It barely made it to court before being tossed out.

- He doxxed me right after. - Doxxed?

Published my address on the internet.

It scared the hell out of me, but nothing came of it.

Well, it says here Mayweather

just invented an app called Abounding Life.

Apparently, it's quite profitable.

So he knows his way around a computer.

I'll say. Maybe I'll pay Kenneth a little visit tomorrow,

see if he's gotten more creative with his revenge plans.

You wanna take another run at Georgina?

- Oh, yeah. - Looking forward to it.

- Stop! - AH! What are you doing here?

- This is private property! - So is the fence

you're about to prune. Destruction of property is

- a serious offence. - Fine. I'm guilty.

But I think I'm justified

given my deep personal loss as a result of her stupid fence.

OK. Um, now, I'm at a loss.

Lady Paw Paw.

My cat.

- Oh, dear. - She rubbed

herself up against this spot here.

Must've given good scritches

for a few seconds, and then...

And you've been taking vengeance ever since,

using your Penelope system to mess with Laila's,

keeping her up at night, trapping me and my partner

- in the steam room. - Now, hold on a minute!

The only thing I've done

is try to cut power to this monstrosity!

Then you won't mind me seeing your Penelope system.

Happy to.

- Really? - On one condition.

Talk to Ms. Maxton about her fence.

My opinion? Someone with voltage

this high has something to hide.

Hello?

Well, this place is definitely a front.

OH! You scared me!

Sorry. I was plugging in my phone.

Are you guys, um, moving?

- Remodeling? - Oh, we're downsizing

to... basically me.

But... who knows how much longer I have left after the sale.

Abounding Life sold?

Yep! Finalized this week sometime. They won't tell me when.

Obvi. My life? Totally flying apart right now.

OK. Uh, well, I have

a meeting with Mr. Mayweather in five minutes.

- You're lucky! - He only makes contact

- once a week. - Makes contact?

Mmhm.

- Matt Shade. - I'm a private investigator.

I am that hockey player.

Listen. Have you had any contact with Laila Maxton recently?

Uh-huh. Do you know anything about Penelope Smart Homes?

There's been a few incidents,

and, given your history, I thought... -

What rumours?

- Did you find something? - Was it Georgina?

Zoe scanned through Georgina's logs.

Her Penelope system's clean.

She barely uses it to do more than turn on lights.

What about Kenneth?

No. He's in the middle of the B.C. wilderness.

- Not our guy. - Then why am I here?

You... kept something from us, Laila.

Your real name: Laila Myers.

The same Laila Myers who, six years ago, was kidnapped.

Ernest was one of my first clients.

I didn't know the money he invested was earmarked

for the down payment on a house. The investment was high risk.

It tanked. He lost everything.

When he followed my advice

and told his fiancée... she left him.

And... he blamed you for all of it?

He didn't just blame me.

He abducted me...

took me to his apartment...

and tied me up in a chair.

I was able to...

use my foot to pull a blind off a window.

Thank God someone saw me...

and called the police.

That explains all the security in your house.

Ernest was sentenced to 10 years in prison.

I have four more years until he's released.

That's why there's no information on you

beyond six years ago.

I moved, rebranded...

changed my name.

I didn't want my new business, my new life,

to be about surviving a kidnapping.

And you didn't trust us to keep your secret?

- I don't trust anyone. - Plus, I thought

if I told you, you'd think that I was

just a traumatized woman being paranoid.

I knew I couldn't let that son of a bitch define me.

It's hard enough as a woman, never mind a Black woman,

to make it in the world of finance.

And everything I've done since then has been to make sure

that nothing like this happens again.

And now, look. Sometimes, I wonder...

- is it me? - You didn't do

anything to deserve this.

We're gonna take you back to your hotel.

And you're gonna stay there, and we are going to solve this.

- OK? - OK.

That guy grabbed her from the entrance of her own condo.

No wonder she built herself a fortress.

Yeah. Imagine living like that...

always afraid it'll happen again.

Do you feel like that?

Because of the shooting, I mean.

I did.

Only because I wasn't dealing with it.

Uh, don't tell anyone, but...

...I've been keeping a journal,

and... it actually helps

with feelings and all that.

What?!

Only you would think that keeping a journal is so radical.

Stop it! It is to me.

Anyhow...

if this job actually scared me, I don't...

think I'd be able to do it anymore.

You two are careful though, right?

Of course. Always.

Life, cases, I mean...

you never know how it's gonna go down, and...

...we can't predict everything.

Zoe? Take a deep breath

and repeat what you just told me.

- Laila was right. - Ernest Coleman wasn't due

to be released until four years from now.

I'm sensing a "but."

He got out early for good behaviour.

And guys... he's in Toronto.

- Ernest Coleman? - Jeez, man!

Don't come at me from a blind spot!

I've got this desk booked 'til 10, so.

- Where were you today? - OK.

Back up, pal. I'm gonna need

a name or something before you start interrogating me.

Matt Shade, private investigator.

Currently, I'm being employed by Laila Myers.

Oh, man. Uh...

Well, I haven't seen her for six years,

and, legally, I'm never allowed to see her again.

- Because you kidnapped her. - 'Cause I lost hundreds

of thousands of dollars and, yes, I blamed her.

One sec. Mrs. Lewis!

Hi! How are you? Hey, can we circle back

in a couple of minutes? Aw, thank you.

That's a client.

Mister, uh...

Shade, is it?

Look, I got two things out of prison, OK?

Counselling and an education, so I know that I'm responsible

for my own financial ruin. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But I'm also responsible for making my own future.

And what kind of future is that?

Graphic design.

I'm, uh, kind of a wiz.

And people don't ask freelancers

for criminal checks, so this is

my second chance, and I will not be screwing it up.

Still haven't told me where you were today.

I have a deadline, so I was here.

And if you don't believe me, you can ask my parole officer.

She can track my every move. Technology...

...it's everywhere!

Mrs. Lewis, sorry about that!

Hey. So Ernest Coleman's

parole officer confirmed he was at work all day.

- Yeah. Um, listen. - Shade... Laila's missing.

- She's not at the hotel? - I just came from there.

I told hotel security I thought Laila was in danger, so they let

me into her room. Her computer and her suitcase are still there.

- So maybe she went out. - Her steak's half-eaten.

Her napkin's on the floor. I don't think leaving was her choice.

Do you think someone forced her?

- I don't know. - Can you meet me at her house?

She wouldn't go back there.

Exactly.

It's the one place we'd never look, which might make it

the perfect place to hide her. I'll see you soon.

- Laila! - Laila?

- Penelope, where's Laila? - Hello, Mr. Shade.

Laila isn't here right now.

- Yeah, right. LAILA! - Wait.

You hear that?

That's Laila's car!

- The car's still running. - We gotta get her out.

Laila? LAILA!

Laila, stay with us! We'll get you out!

Stay with us!

Hold on, we're coming! No.

No signal. House must be blocking it.

- There's no keyhole! - It's an electronic door.

- Angie, come on! - No! We have to turn the car off!

- I'll be right behind you. - Hurry!

- I'm feeling better. Thanks. - Yeah.

Did you turn off the car remotely?

No.

- Someone did. - Laila, why on earth

- did you come back here? - Shade texted me this.

"We found the glitch in the house. Come as soon as you can."

- I didn't text you this. - What?

Whoever hacked Penelope must have found a way to mirror my phone.

What happened when you got here?

I parked in the garage, as usual.

As soon as I got out, the car door locked

and the engine started up again.

I couldn't get out of the garage.

This has gone way beyond someone trying to scare you.

- No kidding. - Someone wants me dead.

- Your painting's gone. - What?

Someone's in the house.

We need to get out of here. Now.

- What's happening? - The house has gone

into lockdown mode. It's to prevent anyone from getting

- in or out. - So we're stuck in here?

With a killer.

Penelope, reverse lockdown mode!

- No signal. - No, me neither.

Penelope, reverse lockdown!

Who are you?

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!

- This can't be happening. - It's happening.

Laila, nobody knows this house like you do. How do we get out?

We don't.

We go further in. Come on.

Come on.

After Penelope Intuitive retrofitted the house,

I hired an independent company to build a panic room.

It's on a completely separate system.

Penelope doesn't know it exists.

The hacker's tracking us.

Not for long. Come on.

- This is your panic room? - Good times.

Through here, guys. Come on.

- I'll be in touch. - Wait. What? Shade!

Idiot.

Well... this is the nicest panic room

- I've ever seen. - The sofa converts

into a sleeper. Food and essentials for three days.

- And then, there's this. - Hello, Houston.

Hey, how are you guys doing in there?

Why would you pull such a bonehead move?

With me out here and you in there, we have a better chance

You're right.

But, Shade... I swear to God, if you die, I'm gonna kill you.

- Yeah, yeah. - Love you too, Everett.

- Are my new... - Or were you two ever...

- Oh, no! No, no, no, no. - He's just...

thinks he's some kind of action hero who can never get hurt.

- You want? - Oh! No.

I, uh, need to keep a clear head.

OK. Yeah. Maybe one finger.

You know what? Make it two.

All right. How do I steer this ship?

So... this right here, it switches

between all the cameras in the house

- and the microphone's here. - There's Shade.

Hey, I've got your 20.

Working on it.

Hey, Hackmaster, how'd you like our disappearing act?

It's not your house, not your rules.

Oh, no.

Angie, he's gotta be a former client.

I have a list of 10 things to create financial cohesiveness

in a relationship. Number four is be honest.

How does that make him a former client? He could've

- read that in your book. - No.

In my book, it's number 10.

- I've met this guy. - Wait.

What's he doing?

He's taking my Tui Tan!

- Is it worth anything? - I paid $8000

for it 10 years ago. It's now worth $100 000.

Oh. That's why this panic room is très chic.

Art is a sound financial investment. I wrote

- about it in my second book. - Well, how much would you say

- your collection's worth? - 40 pieces...

nearly 4.5 million.

- Maybe this isn't about you. - Maybe this is about art.

I mean, 40 pieces would take time to move.

He needed me outside the house.

And now, with us in the panic room, the hacker thinks he can take his time.

- And with Matt out there... - We've got the upper hand.

Shade. I've got your guy.

Am I close?

Just go left through the door. He's 30 feet in front of you.

- All right. - Going offline now.

What is he up to?

Shade, stop! Stop!

Finally, we meet face to face.

Bryce...

- from Penelope Intuitive. - You got me.

Laila was calling your company for help, and, all the while,

it was... - Your friendly neighbourhood technical wizard.

- Look at you. - Prison handle all ready.

- Time to give up, Bryce. - Shade!

- Where did that wire come from? - What's it connected to?

- The inspection hatch. - Bryce has access

to all the wiring in the house from the inside.

There's gotta be enough power in there to shock someone

- pretty damn good. - Yes.

And I led Shade right to him.

You after her art collection?

Penelope Intuitive pay is crap.

Plus, like, zero benefits.

- Sorry. - Sorry to who?

Laila Maxton has to admit what she does to people.

- Which is what? - She gives them false hope.

It's her turn to feel that hope slip

from her sadly single fingers,

No.

It's not possible. Angie, the hacker...

- it's Ernest Coleman! - You're right.

It... it's not possible.

Unless...

Unless he and Bryce are working together.

- Whoa, whoa. Are you crazy? - What are you doing, man?

- You're working with someone else. - No. Whoa, whoa! Back up, man!

This is what you want, isn't it?

When I asked about shutting Penelope down,

Bryce said it'd shut down everything. Right?

- Including the power, yes. - Can we do that from here?

Damn it.

You sprung for night vision.

With the emergency lighting, Matt won't be able to see much.

Yeah, well, neither will Bryce.

And Shade... has one thing that he doesn't.

Us.

I lost him.

Something's off with this guy.

As in he wants to kill you?

- That's the thing. - I don't think he does.

OK, I got him. Just...

put a pin in that until after you kick his ass. OK?

OK, wait. Stop. Back where you came from.

- OK. - I've got it from here.

All right! Don't hurt me!

Shade?

Hey.

- It's off. We can talk now. - Bryce has been

livestreaming the cameras in this house to another device.

When we shut the power down, it killed the signal.

- What is it? - Buy me 30 minutes.

Go now!

- Bryce? Hello? - Can you hear me?

Hello? Hello? Come on, what the...

Hello?! Come in!

Hello? DAMN IT!

What the...

Bryce, are you there?

Are you... what the hell is going on in there? I lost visual!

Don't kill her!

- Don't kill her! Not yet... - So!

Bryce was a proxy all along, huh?

Hey, Angie. You there?

- Yeah, I got him. - Nice performances, both of you.

So the promise

of Laila's art collection was enough

to entice Bryce to do your dirty work.

Well, once we discovered he was livestreaming a feed

from inside the house, we knew who was really behind this.

She ruined my life!

I lost my job,

my girlfriend, my condo!

Wait 'til you check out your new digs.

Well, I'll get out. Again.

But she'll always be trapped.

Afraid.

Take him away, boys.

Yeah. OK.

I'll be here.

Laila!

Hey!

- How are you holding up? - Well, I felt a lot better

after I made my appointment with my therapist.

It's gonna be a long road to healing.

You don't get over this kind of thing in one day.

- You sure don't. - And if you have the right people

in your life, that road is a whole lot shorter.

Ernest is being prosecuted with everything that they can throw at him,

given that this is the second time that he's come at me.

He's gonna be in his own personal panic room

for a very long time.

Wanna buy a fully outfitted smart house?

You're selling?

Uh-huh. It's time.

I need to start dismantling the walls...

- not building them. - So you're not

- playing it safe anymore? - Hell no!

It almost got me killed.

Here. Here you go.

It's a little gesture of my appreciation.

It's called The Lovers.

- You take care, you two. - Thanks.

♪ The sky tonight ♪

♪ Take a rocket to the moon ♪

♪ Spin our favourite ♪

♪ '80s tunes all night ♪

- Wow. - It's beautiful.

♪ Can you see it in my eyes, don't you feel ♪

- ♪ Those butterflies ♪ - Hey all.

Oh, hey. Um, I'm almost ready.

Yeah. Uh, Matt, could I talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

♪ We're falling from the sky tonight ♪

♪ Falling from the sky ♪

♪ We didn't make it through the honeymoon phase ♪

♪ We're so accustomed to the digital age ♪

♪ Are you feeling lost right now ♪

♪ Do you need to find yourself ♪

♪ I just need to know ♪

OK. What's going on here?

Just something Laila said.

Being safe nearly got her killed...

as if not taking risks was an enormous risk in itself.

Well, I once didn't take a risk

and regretted it ever since... investments, pharmaceuticals.

If I had taken one bite, I'd be in the hundreds of thousands.

Yeah... but then, you wouldn't work here,

and... I'd miss you.

- No. I'll never quit. - You are stuck with all of this.

Heh. Maybe I should start taking risks.

Please. You are the most badass woman I know.

You ride motorbikes, you're a crack shot,

and then there's that high kick.

Right.

- Finally! I'm starving. - You guys wanna grab dinner?

- Um... That might be weird. - Uh... Yeah.

Oh. Yeah. Third wheel. Got it.

No, no. That's totally not it.

- Um... we broke up. - Yeah.

Oh. That's... awful.

You were laughing, like, a minute ago.

Well, we kind of broke up at the same time.

I respect what you two do,

but I can't take the stress of someone I really like

- being in danger. - Yeah. And it's a big part

of who I am now, and I'm not prepared to give it up.

There. That was basically it.

And we mostly talked about what fans we are of yours,

and that the thing we had most in common was you.

So count me out for dinner. But, um... next week?

You and me, Ange? You do know where the best enchiladas are.

- You got it. - I'll see you later, ladies.

And, uh... I'll see you around, Matt.

Yeah. Bye, Jada.

Uh, hey, Jada? Give me

- a ride to the subway? - Yeah, come on.

♪ The sky tonight ♪

♪ We're falling from the sky tonight ♪

Well, I guess it's just you and me.

Yeah.

- You got plans? - I do.

Dinner. You invited me.

Oh, no. Jada was the main attraction there.

- You were just the tagalong. - Hey, as long as you're paying,

- I don't even need to talk. - Oh, you will sing

for your dinner. I'd like to hear more

about this Angie person you're such a fan of.

Ah, see, that might have been a slight exaggeration.

- Hm. I'll throw in dessert? - Deal.

♪ You're my purple candy high ♪

- Hey, we should book a spa day! - I actually think

- that steam did me some good. - Don't push your luck.

♪ We're falling from the sky tonight ♪

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